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(footsteps pattering)

(door creaking)

-(ominous music) -(young girl) Yoli.

(young girl laughing)

(sinister music)

(tense music)

(indistinct clattering)

(door creaking)

(ominous music)

(frogs croaking)

(sinister music)

(sinister music)

(windmill whistling)

(birds squawking)

(door creaking)

(metal creaking)

(car door opening)

-(mysterious music) -(car door closing)

(car engine starting)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(exhaling sharply)

(Bernoldus) Testify.

(dramatic music)

(vehicle approaching)

(Yola) What are you doing?

Hey?

(stammering) I.. No.. I.. I was...

I meditate. F***.

Well, I couldn't wait any longer. I have a meeting in town.

Yes. I visualise. I think about water and pumps...

-Focus. -(Bernoldus) Yeah.

(Yola) The door is not locked. You can go inside.

You'll see the problem. Ciao.

-(car engine starting) -Right. Okay.

(Themba groaning)

(tense music)

-(Rudy) You know you want me. -(Sienna) Rudy, no.

I'll be quick.

I'm late.

(Rudy sighing)

Are you sure I can't offer you ladies some coffee, some tea?

(Dora) No, thank you, Frans.

Ha.

(Frans breathing deeply)

(Sienna) Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

Sorry, Frans.

(Frans) Right. (clearing throat)

"This is the last Will and Testament of Jacob Fischer."

(motorbike engine starting)

-(Lindiwe screaming) -(Themba laughing)

-(chickens clucking) -(motorbike hooting)

"...and to my sister Dora,

I also leave our grandfather's cabinet,

our mother's paintings,

and my collection of coins and my collection of stamps.

The two remaining insurance policies

are to be shared between my two daughters Sienna and Yolanda Fischer.

These are my last wishes.

Signed, Jacob Fischer, 12 July"...

-So, she gets the farm? -(Frans) Yes.

-The whole farm? -(Frans) Yes.

Yes, but she's not allowed to sell...

(Sienna) And I get the townhouse?

(Frans) Yes, and you share the entire contents.

-All the money is safe... -(table banging)

(Dora) Si-si. Si-si!

(Frans) ...until the courts can sort...

Sienna! Sienna!

(Yola) Sienna! Wait!

I want to speak to you. Just wait!

-Sien... -(Sienna) You know, I always knew

he loved you more than me!

-I don't want it. -(Sienna) I do, and I can't have it.

So you can have it. I will give it to you.

(Sienna) That's not the point, Yola,

and you can't even sell it even if you wanted to.

-Well, then, what is the point? -The point is I stayed.

And what did I get? I get a little life in a little house

in a little f***ing town!

-I'm sorry. -Don't!

It was always the same question.

"Have you spoken to your sister?"

Do you know sometimes I would lie to him.

I'd say, "Yeah, yeah. Mm-hm. She sends her love".

You never did.

You never called.

And now you've just shown up.

The f***ing golden girl,

and you threw his coffin on the ground.

(dramatic music)

You know what the worst thing about this is?!

I still feel like this is all my fault!

(inaudible singing in Afrikaans)

-(frog croaking) -(ominous music)

(frog croaking)

Mm, boetie. Boetie.

-(whispering indistinctly) -(croaking continues)

(motorbike engine roaring)

(eerie music)

(Themba) Mkhulu!

(door opening)

(fly buzzing)

(indistinct chatter)

(Dora) What are those for?

Whatever they're for, they're not working.

(Dora) Why don't you speak to Ollie? Dr Nel.

-The psychiatrist? -Mm-hm.

He's very good, he'll help you.

(ominous music)

Why do I feel like he's controlling me from his grave?

(Dora) Your father only ever wanted what's best for you.

And what I want?

Sometimes our parents know us better than we know ourselves.

I don't want any of this.

I didn't ask for any of this.

I thought I made that clear when I left.

Okay.

You and Sienna, are behaving like children.

She wants what she can't have and you don't want what you've got.

Why are you so hard on him?

You were his sun and his moon, and Jacob was so proud of you.

You were his heir. The one to carry his name into the future.

(eerie music)

-(music stopping) -I suggest you go visit your mother.

Why?

(Dora) Perhaps you'll appreciate your father more.

-(sinister music) -(fly buzzing)

(Themba exhaling sharply)

(ominous music)

(fly buzzing)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(music stopping)

(Themba exhaling sharply)

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

(birds cawing)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(Nel) Yolanda!

You, uh, don't recognise me.

I'm Dr Nel. I've known you since you with this high.

-Of course. -(Nel) You're here to see your mom?

-How is she? -(Nel) Arg, nothing much has changed.

She still suffers from dysphasia.

Tremors.

She doesn't get a lot of visitors,

and she hasn't seen you in a very long time, so,

should she react negatively, in anyway, to anything,

we will have to end the visit.

That's fine. Thank you.

(Nel) Okay, but, don't worry, we'll keep an eye.

-(Yola) Hmm. -(Nel) Follow me.

(water dripping)

(spanner clinking)

And what have we here?

Come to Papa.

Mayo, mayo, mayo..? No mayo?

(Nel) Hi, Yvette.

(cooling fan scraping/whirring)

(Nel) I have a lovely surprise for you.

It's Yolanda, your daughter. Remember?

She's come to visit you.

(whispering) She won't respond.

(normal voice) But she knows you're here.

-I'll leave you to it. -Thank you.

It's been a while.

(dramatic music)

This place hasn't changed.

You know, I...

promised myself I'd never come back.

And here I am, the proud new owner of our old house.

Same house, same kitchen, same gas oven. (chuckling)

(sinister music)

Sorry.

(sinister music)

(cooling fan scraping/whirring)

(eerie music)

You know, I've moved halfway across the world.

Getting my PhD.

Everything's changed.

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

Hi.

(Clara) Go.

I just got here, I'm visiting my mom.

Please leave.

I just got here, okay?

(whispering) Go.

(Yola) I just got here.

(Clara) You're not safe.

(Yola) What do you mean?

(Clara) You're not safe here, just...

-(Yola) Leave me. -(Clara groaning)

Please leave.

-Just leave me. -(Clara) Please go. Please.

-(Yola) Just leave me. -Please. (whispering) Listen...

(Nel whispering) I'm sorry. Come. Come.

-Go, please. Go, please. No. -(Nel whispering) Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

(sinister music)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(water burbling)

(indistinct groaning)

(tender music over speakers)

(Cathy) Give me back my phone.

(Greta) Cathy, stop chasing your brother,

someone is going to get hurt.

-(Cathy) But he started it. -(Greta) I don't care who started it,

it's just gonna end in tears. It always does.

(Cathy) You always take his side.

-Give me that. -(Neil groaning)

Thank you. There we go. Now, behave.

-Hey, Cathy. -Hey, Aunty.

-(Sienna) Your brother being a pain? -Yeah, like usual.

-(Greta) Go on. -(Neil) Cathy!

(Greta) I'm sorry about Cathy. She's at a very difficult age.

Oh, no, no, she's sweet.

How are you holding up?

Um...

Not so great.

(Greta) Why don't you come round to our place for dinner?

(dramatic music)

Thanks. Yeah, thanks. That's really kind.

How's Wednesday?

Um.. Yeah. Do y..?

Do you mind if I give you a call? My sister's in town.

It's fine. It's an open invitation.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

Oh!

(tender guitar music over speakers)

What's up? You okay?

Not really.

Mm. What can I get you?

Just water.

You came all the way in here just to get some water?

(chuckling) I was thirsty.

Okay.

Can I have some water, please?

So, what happened?

This crazy girl attacked me.

I was visiting my mom.

Thanks.

What? Are you hurt?

No.

But my sister hates me and that kind of stings.

Mm. Why?

Well,

I've been given something that she wants,

and I'm being asked to be someone that I'm not.

Then give her what she wants and be who you want to be.

Easy as that?

No, it's not easy, but,

the right thing often isn't. So.

Yeah, my father made sure of that.

No, Yolanda.

You're not responsible for other people's actions.

Only your own. Okay?

Why don't you come around?

-Have a drink. -You mean right now?

No. Sunset.

I've got a few things to fix first.

-(tense music) -(door opening)

(Rudy) Are the children ready?

-(woman scoffing) They can't wait. -(Rudy) Good.

Have we found our princess, Dora.

(Dora) There are a few good options but I have one in mind.

(Max) Fantastic. Are we still doing this k**?

Hm? Clearly it isn't working.

(Rudy) Then why are you here, Max?

Okay, that's it. Thank you very much. Meeting adjourned.

(tense music)

(Max) Rudy?

(Rudy) What?

Can I borrow your bakkie tonight?

(Rudy) After that stunt you pulled?

Look, you of all people should know that we are spiralling.

We're in a free fall, and we need this to unite us.

I, I know. I'm sorry.

Can I still borrow your bakkie, please?

Why?

Farm stuff.

She's out of bounds, Max, you know that.

(Max) It's just for tonight. I promise.

(Rudy) Yeah, but no drinking or f***ing in my car. You hear me?

-(Max) Thank you. -(Rudy) I'm warning you.

(dramatic music)

(Nel) As you know, she suffers from dissociative amnesia,

which is brought on by PTSD.

The good news is, she's starting to remember.

-(Charlton) That is good, right? -(Nel) Yes, it is.

(Charlton) So, then, why can't I see you?

Well, for her to heal, she needs to remember and,

remembering can be very traumatic.

(Charlton) Traumatic, why?

(Nel) Well, reliving the trauma is very risky.

We can't allow her feelings to overwhelm her.

So, it's a bit like managing the steam in a pressure cooker.

And she is actually getting better though, right?

(Nel) I'd like to put her on a new treatment plan

in the light of her progress.

-Is it expensive? -It's time intensive,

but I'll be happy to speak to the committee.

-But they're already helping. -It's okay, I promise.

(Charlton) Yeah, look, thank you. Thanks doctor,

for everything you're doing for my sister. It's...

I'm grateful.

(dramatic music)

(bell ringing)

(Dora) So what brings you here?

(Yola) I've been thinking about doing the right thing.

Or rather, what is the right thing.

-With what? -The farm. Dad's inheritance.

(Dora) Oh, what's to think about?

I want you to have the farm.

And I want you to give the house and surrounding five acres of land

to Sienna, for her nursery.

-Me? -(Yola) Mm-hm.

I don't want her to think that I'm taking pity on her.

But you can't sell the farm.

I know.

But there's nothing in dad's will about renting it out,

-for, say, a thousand rands a month? -But it's not what your father wanted

Well, it doesn't matter. It's what I want.

What do you think?

I, I think it's a...

very generous and wonderful idea, but,

I do think you need to take some time to think about it.

No, I've made up my mind, it's yours.

-(chuckling) -(Dora sighing)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(Bernoldus) Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

X marks the spot.

-For what? -Borehole.

-Why do I need a borehole? -Your system is functioning...

so there's air and mud and there's a build-up,

and that puts strain on your pump,

and that is what's causing the flooding, but,

if you drilled right here... ka-ching,

well, then you don't have to rely on the water from the dam, would you?

Yeah. How do you know there's water there?

I suppose you have to listen to the energies of the land.

My family is famous for it.

They say she could talk to dead people.

And you?

What about me?

Can you talk to the dead?

I find it tricky...

talking to the living, if I don't have a drink.

(laughing)

I will see you tomorrow.

Can I offer you some tea before you leave?

But, tea?

Tea? (stammering)

I don't drink on the job, man.

(ominous music)

(sinister music)

(indistinct whirring)

(whirring stopping)

(eerie music)

(gas stove button clicking)

(ominous music)

-(tense music) -(wood creaking)

(young girl laughing)

-(tense music) -(bird shrieking)

(motorbike engine running)

(motorbike engine switching off)

(Yola) Hey.

(Themba) Oh, gosh.

-Is there sunset yet? -(both chuckling)

-(Themba) Am I too late? -(Yola) No.

You're right on time.

Hello.

(tender guitar music over speakers)

(Rudy sighing) Greta tells me that you're coming for dinner.

(Sienna) Wow, you think that's funny?

It is a little.

Rudy, do you think I'm gonna come play happy family

with your wife and your kids?

-Well, come on, lighten up. -She knows.

-Don't be like that. -Like what?

Like I am your problem.

You're not a victim here, you're a volunteer.

Rudy. It's over.

Don't do this. Not again, not after the wh...

Do you understand me, Rudy? We're done!

So when are you going back?

-(Yola) Couple of days, probably. -Mm.

(Yola) And you, are you here to stay? Putting down roots?

(clearing throat) No.

There's no grass under these feet.

Maybe. Maybe.

(chuckling) My grandfather.

He used to say, the Earth is round.

And if you run far enough, you'll end up where you started. So,

who knows?

It's wise words.

What about you?

(chuckling)

-You know I hate this place. -(both chuckling)

I mean, I really do. I just... I struggle to breathe when I'm here.

Yet the air is so clean and pure.

Ja, it all seems so beautiful.

-(Themba) Mm-hm. -Small town, small minds.

(Themba) Yeah.

So, what do you do in Chile?

-I'm studying. -Studying what?

-Fantasy. -Fantasy?

-(Themba) I've got plenty of those. -(Yola) Fantasy books.

(Themba) Got it.

So my supervisor always says that, "A true story isn't always good,

but a good story is always true".

(Themba) Mm-hm.

So what's your story, Yolanda?

-I haven't even offered you a drink. -(chuckling)

(Themba) Okay, if you want to have one with me then it's fine.

(dramatic music)

Some water, I guess.

Cool.

(dramatic music)

Okay.

Why are you following me?

(tense music)

(Sienna breathing heavily)

(dramatic music)

(Themba coughing)

Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine. I think... (clearing throat)

I'm sorry. I think it just went down the wrong pipe.

-(Yola chuckling) -(clearing throat)

Okay.

(laughing)

What's this on your... (chuckling)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(Rudy breathing heavily)

(Rudy grunting)

(dramatic music)

(sinister music)

(sinister music)

(dramatic music)

(indistinct loud ticking)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(loud ticking continues)

(Rudy grunting)

(both breathing heavily)

(Rudy grunting)

J****. What the f*** was that for?

It's a present for your wife.

(panting) Oh, f***.

Sienna!

(tense music)

(knock on door)

(Themba) Yola, what's wrong? What happened?

Yolanda?

Yola, are you okay?

Okay, I'm going.

(dramatic music)

We're done!

(Rudy) Come back.

Sienna.

(ominous music)

(ominous music)

(water gurgling)

(water dripping)

(young girl giggling)

(young girl gasping)

(echoing) Yoli, Yols.

(breathing heavily/gasping)

Yola.

(ominous sounds)

(young girl) Where are you?

(screaming)

(eerie music)