All language subtitles for Knuckle City.English

Once again showcasing just how
awesome Mdantsane is at boxing.

-Dudu, what are you doing here?
-Get the hell out of my way, kid.

What crap is this, kid?

What would Mom say if I stabbed you?

-Don't sneak up on people!
-This crap will get you in trouble!

If Dad finds out?

Will you just chill out?

-I'll give you half of my money.
-I don't want it. Let's go home!

Hey, who told you to stop fighting?

What are you all doing?

Bugger off, you Rent-a-cops!

Who said that?

Satan.

Hold it, right there.

Bastard!

I've got you.

Do you know who that is?
Nyakama's son!

Look here, kid.

I don't give a damn who that is.

I'd let him go if I were you.

Well then tell his father
he will find his son with me.

-And he will have to pay for him.
-Dudu, go get Dad!

Fuck off, kid! You’re crazy.

Sorry.

Here comes my boy, Dudu.

When are you coming to gym?
And now, your face?

Leave it alone, alright.

Come to gym,
I'll teach you how to defend yourself.

Your livelihood is here.

-Your father is in a meeting.
-For sure, Bra Links.

Dad, quit fooling around.

-Fuck off, can't you see I'm screwing?
-Dad, hurry, Duke is in trouble.

Where is that little shit?

Is this the place?

Yes, Dad.

This is it.

I want you to count to
one hundred and fifty.

To what?

A hundred and fifty.

If you reach one fifty before I return…

I want you to drive back to Links
and tell him what happened here.

What did I just say?

If I get to one fifty before you return…

I must drive this car back to Bra Links.

Don't get out of the car.

Dad!

Dad!

Please, work.

Sit over there.

-Go to your brother.
-Come here.

Fuck off.

Place that in the cubby-hole, kid.

Leave it alone.

-Duke.
-Dad.

Dudu.

Dad.

Nothing is more important in life…

than family.

A man who neglects his family…

is not a real man.

-You hear me?
-Yes, Dad.

If you must, you kick the
shit in his balls, you hear me?

Yes, Dad.

Don't ever interrupt me again
when I'm screwing, boy.

Don't let the rich-boy smoke.

Pass it over.

Shit got me good.

Pass it over.

Don't let him smoke.

Heads up. I see we have company.

Spread the love.

Receive him.

He's coming.

Bra Dudu.

We apologize.

We didn't realize it was you, big brother.
We mistook you for one of The Lost Boys.

The only lost boys I see are you assholes.

Run away, you ass-wipe.

Lucky piece of shit.

If I wasn't eating his daughter,

I'd stab him right in the neck.

Twice!

Let's smoke, brothers.

Come on, kids.

I'm on my way.

Come on, let's go.

Pump it.

Bring it.

Come on.

Bring it.

Finish him.

You're not there.

Bunch of shits!

Goatee, kids.

Hey, kid, bring me water.

Hey, kid, bring me water!

Is your name there?

Yup, I'm there.

I don't see your name.

There are two empty slots
on the undercard?

They are reserved for contenders…

who are willing to pay.

So you are telling me
I must pay you to fight?

What bullshit is that?

How do I rationalize selecting…

…and those thoroughbreds?

Eight thousand?
That's more than ten percent.

On the table.

My mother is at home sick.

I need this fight!

I'll smooth things over
with the commission.

You just go get the money.

You are the only bullshit promoter I know
that charges his fighters to fight.

How can you expect
your fighters not to moonlight

when you pull shit like this, asshole!

My focus is on those warriors out there.

Not tin-cans like you.

So today I'm a tin-can?

You have used my body for
a long time making lots of money

but today you can call me a tin-can?

Speak up!

Get out of my office.

-Fuck off, Links!
-Hey.

Who the hell do you think
you're talking to?

Fucking spy.

Your ass, Links!

You are an asshole!

Fuck off. Asshole!

Asshole!

One day you are going to shit!

You dare pull your gun on me!

You are one fucked up asshole!

Fuck you, Links, you asshole!

Fuck off.

Let's get back to business.
You came here to box, so box.

Hlanganiso.

Jakoob.

Ndotha.

Maselane.

Tamifela.

Zukani.

Hurry, men.

My brethren.

God created Heaven and Earth.

He made the darkness and the light.

Morning, Ma'am.

How are you?

My name is Dudu.

I live just down the road.

I'm friends with Pelisa.

We do homework together.

Is she here?

-Pelisa?
-Granny?

There is a young man at the door for you.

He says you do homework together.

He seems to think I was born yesterday.

I'm long in the tooth.

I can see what you are up to.

I told him not to send anyone here.
He knows very well Granny is full of shit.

Yet he still insists on coming here
I tell him all the time.

Does he think I have nothing to do?

I'm busy with school work.

How do I get it through his thick skull?

I lead a busy life.

State your business, brother.
You are putting me on the spot here.

I'm busy inside, yet you come here
cruising in this old car of yours.

People on this street like to talk.

They love to gossip,
yet you park this old jalopy here.

You can't show up in this old ride.
People always have something to say.

They will take any chance to gossip.

May I have your ticket?

Time to go home?

Our children await at home.

Thank you.

God wants to be praised at all times.

My brethren, God created Heaven and Earth.

He made the darkness and the light.

I hope you're all hearing me, Brethren.

And God said, "Suffer little children
to come onto me and forbid the not.

For such is the Kingdom of Heaven."

Old lady.

Oh, goodness, Mum.

It would be a sin if we didn't escort you.

Msantsane is a dangerous place at night.

Let's help you carry your load.
This place is overrun with thugs.

What's with all the noise?

Fall in line.

Let's go, my child.

Hey, X. Come here, asshole.

Go call Pretty for me.

-Night Rider?
-Terror that flaps in the dark.

And… What brings you here at this hour?

I keep telling you
not to come here so late.

Why don't you just call?

You know I don't keep phones.

Why are you sweating me?

Fuck you!

Asshole!

You think you paid for this crap road?

My baby is gone

My baby is gone

She left me for a rich blesser

-Sorry, sorry…
-Fuck off asshole!

Nosisi.

Put Dudu's food in the warmer.

Nosisi.

Put Dudu's food in the warmer.

What is it, Hlengi?

Granny says you must
Keep Dudu's food warm.

Nosisi.

Where? In the warmer?

-I've already done that.
-Well, why don't you say so?

You know he hates reheating it.

I don't want him eating
at one of his whores.

Nosisi.

Please can you boil some water for me?
I want to soak my feet before bedtime.

I'm going to end up soaking those feet.

-Did you say something?
-I said I'm getting the kettle, Gran.

Nosisi, who is in the kitchen?

Are you in there with a boy?
What did I say, you little floozie?

Nosisi?

There are no boys here, Grandma,
it's just Dudu.

Old Lady.

Did she give you your food?

I'm not that hungry, Mom.

You're so skinny.

Don't your whore feed you?

You must be good at this.

If you can still pick up ass
looking so run down.

Ma Bokwana has opened a new club in town.

I was thinking I should go check it out.

What did I tell you about that woman?
I told you she got your father killed.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

I know exactly what I'm talking about.
I was there.

Anyway, what's important

is that they pay.

Two thousand rand per round.

Two thousand rand? Is that all?

That’s hardly going to feed
all these hungry mouths.

What more do you want me to do, Mom?

I want all of your loose women to stop
dumping their babies on my doorstep.

You know, Nosisi has
also taken to your ways.

She is also sleeping around.

Just like her mother,
she will be a teenage mom.

And she will also come
deposit a child here with me.

And don't get me started
on that ass-wipe, Duke.

Yisses!

I curse Art for giving me
such promiscuous sons.

All you know is sticking your dicks
inside the butts of Mdantshane's floozies.

Shit, I hope you don't
catch syphilis and die.

It's that asshole, Duke.

Het wait. Where are you going? It's Duke.

So what?

We agreed that I will
pick him up at three tomorrow.

What else is there?

Oh, well, you heard your brother.

He's in one of his moods again.
It's like he's menstruating.

Come. Let's go.

Nosisi, please take her.

Go to Nosisi.

What are you boys drawing?

Listen, I borrowed money
from Zanele to pay for a school excursion.

What school trip?

To the museum.
But that's not the point.

You are embarrassing me.

Embarrassing you how?

-How much money--
-It's a hundred rand, Dudu.

What are you counting it for?

Say goodnight to Dudu.

-Goodnight.
-Give me a kiss.

Second half.

Hey, Nightrider.

Who are you calling Nightrider?

-You don't know me like that.
-It's because you're a player.

What's up, my brother?

It's like I don't know you anymore.
You still packed down there or what?

-Well my clan name means to be proud.
-Really?

I'm presence, essence,
abundance and the sky.

You are dressed to kill like Pappa Peny
Ave. You here to fetch your girl?

So how come I don't see
you in the gym anymore?

What's happening, son?

Look at her, my brother. I don't need
to hear this gym story from you.

Because the way you love women,

I'm pretty sure you have HIV or some STD,

-DVD, whatever.
-You're getting soft.

-You are going to get soft and forget.
-I'll never lose my touch.

You see, I've got you shuffling back.

I'll knock you back, all swollen.

On a serious note.

What's happening with Duke?

I heard he's out tomorrow.

Yeah, my boy is out tomorrow.

-But you know how he won't listen.
-And how's the old lady dealing with it?

Oh, there you go.

Go on, get out of here.

Hey, you.

What, no school girls to warm your feet?

Het, listen here…

What you're saying
is embarrassing and hurting me.

-Well, I don't date boxers.
-Don't lie!

-I'm laughing at you.
-Why?

Nothing. So this is your idea of a date?

What did you think it was?

I don't know.

-You're here to spend my money.
-Spend your money? Here?

Boy, you're crazy.

What do you mean I'm crazy?

Nightrider.

You good, big brother?

There you go!

Gents, please move that thing.
It's drawing attention.

Hey, I heard your little
brother is out tomorrow.

I didn't know you were so romantic.

-You like it?
-I wouldn't go that far.

Well, you've seen nothing yet.

Ladies, you good?

Are they your type?

You are my type.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Where the boys are rough and tough.

And the girls are a knock-out.

Here, we sharpen iron.

We also happen to have
all manner of consumables.

Tough as iron that bends steel.

Ma Bokwana!

Two men enter.

One man leaves.

Fuck it, let's go.

Damn, I'm pretty.
Pity I can't say the same about you.

-Asshole, look at my face.
-You better get my money.

In English one says…

-You see now, Dudu.
-Fuck off, be quiet!

Ever the disciplinarian, yassis.

Goatee.

What shit are you up to?
You've got a fight coming up.

You are placing yourself
and the kids in jeopardy.

Will you just chill out?

Ma Bakes needed me to headline
her launch of this place!

How do I say no to that old goat?

She is evil personified!

I don't care about how evil Ma Bakes is.

All I care about is what Links will say.

If he catches wind of what you're up to--

Shut it! Listen to me for once.

You are looking at a five-year suspension.

What will you eat?
What about these kids' careers?

Bra Links has long
been stealing our money.

Your problem is that
you lack street smart.

Bra Links can't say or do shit.

This is Ma Bakes and Bra Pat's operation.

Just relax.
You know nothing of what's going on.

Sure, I have a fight coming up.
Consider this as preparation.

I'm being paid to spar with weaklings.

I can't even test myself at the gym.
Spar with me and make some money.

I got a serious bonus for that knockout.

It's like the lotto.

Keep your mouth shut
and let me school these shits.

You know me, I'm King Goatee.

Surely, after a long period
of darkness, the light must come.

What are you talking about?

Art Nyakama, the man I called father…

showed me three ways of being.

One was as a celebrated former,
world boxing champion.

The second was the path of a career
criminal stumbling in and out of jail,

not knowing who you are.

The third was in the back of a hearse.
En route to your final resting place,

fated to be a feeder
for the Earth's worms.

You like to think you are
the man of this house.

And take your fucking shoes off my couch.

You still here?

-Will you finish up?
-But Dad, I also want to go.

-No smoking in front of the kids.
-Bugger off. Wipe that mouth.

Mother Hen. Let's go.

Come over here.

Don't let them get to you.

Come here.
Let's watch the movie together.

Come watch.

He's going to shoot him.
You'll see he's going to die.

There he goes.

What's going on?

What's happening?

Art?

Get down, Mother Hen!

Alright, that's enough!
You are seriously fighting!

I'll fuck you up!

You ain't shit!

You taking liberties.

Anywhere.

Anytime.

You will shit blood, kid.

I'll make you shit.

Gents.

You all need to open your eyes.

We all have nothing of value.

…we will all be history.

Our faces are battered.

Our bodies are battered.

Yet, what do we have?

What's happening with us?

What's going on?

You were once a world champion.

You were a world champion, bra.
The likes of Links, live off us.

What do we have?

Hey, fuck off, we're training, fuck off.

It's all good for now.

But your telling me off
will end in tears one day.

You know what your problem is, Nyakama?

You just don't see me and what I do.

Don't give me stories,
just tell me.

Are those two slots still open?

Listen. The final word is not with me.

It's all up to that
old bitch and her cronies.

-They are the ones who decide.
-I told you to cut the crap.

You told me that if I bring the cash
you would put me on the bill.

What's your game?

Look. Look.

Your payment gets you my vote.

But that old wench makes the decisions.

Crap.

Now the money.

Do you have it?

Look, maybe I can convince her

that you are willing to take a fall.

Let me tell you a thing or two.

One, you broke your word.

Two, I have never taken
a dive in my life, you hear me?

-Fuck off.
-Look here.

Use your head.

Just get the hell out.

-Don't you dare.
-Fuck you.

Fuck you too.

Fuck off dick!

Motherfucker!

Hey, it's on.

I spoke to management.

You're on.

I'll see you at City tonight.

Is your dick hard?

How can I fight tonight?

I thought you wanted to make money.

You need to make some money.
Here is an easy way.

This is easy shit.

Who am I fighting?

Use your head. You will get your brains
bashed in if you are not smart.

Or worse, you will get disqualified.

Will you chill out?

I'm tired of sparring with these weak
shits. I have them bleeding all over.

I need to do the same to that punk too.
This is how you are helping me.

You are getting paid to spar.

See you at City tonight.

Fuck off.

Contemporary.

If he didn't come out at
15:30 with all the others,

then I doubt he will come out today.

What's the matter, don't you have a phone?

I'm not big on cellphones.

They make you a target for street thugs.

Child of my blood.

Big brother.

My father's child.

Daddy.

Oh, my big brother.

Big Brother.

I got out at 10:30.

Been home all day.

We couldn't even call you.
You know how you are.

So Mother Hen insisted
that I come fetch you.

I've been in jail for three years
and I have a phone, you don't.

Let's go.

Sputla, where were you, mate?

Duke, you little ass-wipe.

You were born yesterday.

I was initiated into manhood
three seasons before you.

Listen to this rookie.

-Don't get ahead of yourself.
-Look, everything is touch.

White boys know how to live.
This is the life, boy.

Watch this space.

Hey, kid. Please tell me you didn't
stuff a boer in the boot.

Nobody strangles boers anymore.

Don't take me for a fool, Duke.

Alright, I stuffed a boer in the boot.

I needed a kick-start to get me going.
I did it so we can all be good.

You just got out of jail

and the first thing you do
is get us into trouble.

Will you just chill out, man.

I can't believe your brother
is still like this.

Let's give him some volume
so he can chill out.

Fuck off!

What's up with you?

What are you assholes doing?

What are you assholes doing?

Wait, wait, big guy.

-Chill out.
-What shit are you pulling?

Child of my blood.

You think you are smarter
than everyone else.

You should humble yourself.

Instead of being
the blithering idiot you are.

All you know is chasing
young skirt and boxing.

Just like your father.

You like them young.

Didn't you cruise together in that
Ford Cortina chasing teenage trim.

-Zebadiah, my prophet.
-My boy.

There is light, brother.

Shit is on.

Do you know what money is?

Have some money, boy!

-Praise the Lord.
-Go buy some fresh clothes!

It's time for worship, brethren.

They say pussy killed Al Capone.

In that case, I'm joining him.

I hear thunder.

Hey, brother.

I need you to listen to me.

Hey, asshole.

Hey, asshole, I'm talking to you.

My sister, please excuse us,
we need to talk.

Listen.

Next Saturday is fight-night.

I need to get on the undercard.

But I don't have the cash
to secure the slot.

I've been talking to Bra Links.

But now he says it's not up to him.

That it was all up to
Ma Bokwana to decide.

I was thinking you could help me.

By putting in a good word with Bra Pat.

Considering he seems to
dig you like a son.

What did I say?

-What's so funny about this shit?
-Why are you only telling me this now?

Look here.

Are you going to help, yes or no?

It's either you are
willing to help or not.

It's not like you are enticing me.

-Okay, brother.
-Wait.

Sit down. I'm playing with you.

I'm joking.

I'm sure I can get you on the undercard.
And you can keep your earnings.

I just need you to knock that
prick out within four rounds.

So that I can bet against the odds.

Against the odds?
Are you hearing yourself?

What if my opponent
is built like a brick-shit house?

A wise old man told me,
if you wish to make money

you should bet against the odds.

Play the fool.

All the while
orchestrating an all-out attack.

We are not getting any younger.

We need something solid.

You can't keep getting your head
bashed in by kids half your age.

And I can no longer throttle
boers so we can eat.

Child of my blood.

Let's make some real money
and buy Dad's gym back from Links.

You can run it for the family.

Duke Nyakama.

Can you hear yourself?

Have you seen the state of that gym?

Or are you blinded by all
these vaginas shoved in your face?

You're such an idiot.

Starry-eyed and lacking sleep.

Hey, shithead.

No one is talking to you.

-Don't take liberties…
-You fat fuck.

Child of my blood.

Password is 'Loose women love me'!

-Hey, man.
-How is it hanging?

Zizo, Zizo, Zizo.

You little cheapskate with an owl's penis.

-Asshole!
-Get rid of it.

Let me smoke.

Come through.

You waiting for winter to pass?

No papers?

Move!

-Hey, don't pick on him.
-Bush-Pig's dick.

Hey, kid.

You remind me so much of your father, Art.

We used to eat so much ass together.

We slayed daughters of men.

He liked them Marcia Turner types.

So…

Aren't you a boxer in Links' stable?

What's your record?

Oh, we can live off of you.

Is this you?

Piece of shit, kid.

Snitch.

I didn't do anything.

Little snitch is a baby.

It wasn't me.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

There he is, Bra Pat.

Our very own Zab Judah.

I was never much of a Judah fan.

He was talented, but lacked discipline.

Yeah, you are right, Bra Pat.

Zab was an asshole.

Hey, Bra Pat has given me a job
at his new place in town.

He says if I behave myself he'll help us
get the gym back from that fat ass, Links.

You like mixed-martial arts?

I've been telling, Ma Bakes…

boxing is yesterday's sport.

People want to see a spectacle.
I'm talking blood, thrills and action.

They want to be entertained.

Without all the ego pomp and politics.

Your father didn't get it either.

He could never be swayed
from his beloved sweet science.

Now do you really expect me
to put you on the billing?

Kid, I'm looking for drawcards.

Not geriatrics.

Duke tells me that you are
fighting over at Knuckle City tonight.

I might pop in.

Who knows, maybe I'll like what I see.

I promise you, Bra Pat. Put him on
the bill and he'll take care of business.

I'd bet my life on it.

You just did, kid.

Let's go, Ngqundululu.

Come.

Let's go.

See, I'm taking you places.

Oh, my boys.

Dudu looks so weathered.

And this one with his ashen face.

-Oh no, those black lips. It's marijuana.
-May I have my phone back, please?

Bugger-off. Witch.

Why would you tell Bra Pat
that I'm fighting tonight?

-I'm just sparring with that crazy kid.
-What was I supposed to say?

Look, it's his place.

You just do what you do. Be cool.

Listen. I want to be on the same bill
as this kid for next week's fight-night.

What happens if I crack his skull open?

That boy is not okay.

Use your head.

Here, son.

Where are you going?

-I'm going to get airtime.
-Who's that boy waiting in the street?

Hey, talk to a real prowler.

Mr. Nightrider, over there.
Don't talk shit in my ear, dude.

I don't have them.

Why do you need the keys?

-I don't have the keys, Art!
-Where are my keys?

Duke, what's going on?

-I don't have them.
-Why do you need the keys?

-Give me my keys.
-I don't have your keys.

I said I'm leaving.

-Give me my damn keys.
-I don't have your damn keys.

Dad is beating on mom.
I'm going to kill him.

-You are not going.
-Give me my keys.

I'll kick your ass.

Give me my keys.

No, Duke.

I don't have your keys.

Fuck off.

Give me my keys.

What are you doing to her?

Get back in your room.

Dad! Do that again I'll fucking kill you!

If you do that again.

Get back in your room.

Fuck off. Motherfucker.

I'm going to go fuck.

Your hole, Art.

Don't hold me.

Get off me.

What the hell are you doing?

Bugger off!

How do we get into VIP?

We will get in.

How?

I'm telling you we will get in.

Ladies, I may have a solution
to your dilemma.

I can get you into VIP
if we are good to each other.

Take care of my buddy,
Sputla and I and it's all groovy.

You want us to be good to you?

From which rock did
you crawl out of, my dear?

Let's be adults about this.

Look here, Duke will take care of you.

-Real good.
-Real good.

I'll be right back.

Heads up, gents.

Bad company.

Sorry, Links.

Tables are reserved for patrons only.

Just look at Pat.

He has convicts manning his door now.

-Look, I'm here to collect my fighters.
-There's nothing of yours here.

Go home and be good
to your wife, she lies in wait.

Who do you think you are talking to, kid?

I'll cut you in half right
where you're standing.

Man, I told you. Let's send this dude
back where he came from.

You think coming out of jail
makes me afraid of you?

Me, I'll have you for breakfast.

Plus, this place of yours it's not
even sanctioned by the federation.

You thugs are stealing our livelihood
without ever giving back.

Now get the hell out of my way.

Go and tell that shit to Bra Pat.

-Bugger off.
-Fuck you too.

Asshole!

Fuck off.

Fuck off.

Fuck off.

Fuck off.

Fuck off.

fuck you.

Fuck off.

So you can scratch.

Let's go.

What you doing, asshole?

Let's go, kid.

Let's go.

You don't listen, Goatee.

Your mother's asses.

Busy making bets Fuck off!

Speak up assholes!

What are you saying now assholes!

Bring it! Fuck off!

Your bellies are full
with the sweat from our blood.

Selling us off like slaves.
Flesh-eaters.

Fuck off!

Child of my blood.

You are not praying in the dark are you?

I doubt your cries will reach heaven.

The way I see it we're fucked.

Shit is about to hit the fan.

We are screwed.

We could end up at
the bottom of the Nahoon River.

You may be as black as coal.

I'm sure there is boer blood in you.

Quiet!

You, boy…

need to make things right with Links.

I've already compensated
him for his losses.

And what of my losses?

Will I be compensated?

My champion was knocked into oblivion.

Well…

Ma Bakes the way I see things…

the show must go on
despite the king's demise.

It's time to anoint a new king.

There you go.

Ngqundululu, let's go home now.

You won't have to eat them after all.

We've concluded our business for the day.

Go.

You will see for yourself.

On live TV.

Not to be missed.

You will see for yourself.

Nightrider. I know him!

He's from my hood.

Girl, you're wild.

Listen.

We need to spend more
quality time together.

Just you and I together.

Come on, Nosisi. I'm starting to feel
insecure in this relationship.

Dude, it's really hard for me
to even go outside of that madhouse.

I'll sneak you out at night.

-I don't know what he wants.
-He is your uncle.

School is out
and you are busy with boys.

Get in the car.

-Listen…
-Get in the car.

Let's go.

Careful, young Tupac. You may die young.

Fuck off.

You didn't put him here.

Come on, guys.

Pat may have forced my hand.
But I will not put up with thugs like you.

You think you can come
and go as you please.

This is my spot.

-You can fuck off.
-Who are you making a scene for?

-Fuck off!
-Fuck right off, boys.

This is my place.

Let's leave this fat pig.

-Or I'll waste him.
-Fuck off home.

My dad built this gym.

-I'll come and go as I Like.
-Xhosa assholes.

Sotho ass-wipe.

Immigrant fuck. Your father washed my car.

Scumbag.

Driving an open coupe at night.

Fuck off.

You assholes.

Asshole!

Lloyd.

I want you to work this dog.

You hear me?

Work him so hard that he drops dead.

He needs to sweat.

My son, we are doing this.

We are doing it for you, not for him.

This is for you, not that vampire bat.

This little fight club of yours
is bringing heat from the commission.

They can cry and bark all they like.
No one is attending their fights.

Even their television ratings are low.
I've had enough of all of them.

Ungrateful lot.

I say we ditch this boxing shit.

And bring in MMA.

Hold up, Ma Bakes.

I totally forgot.

I have a surprise for you.

Come here, boy.

Run to my office.

On top of my table is a black shoe-box.

Bring it here.

-I hope you will like it.
-What is it?

Just a moment. You'll find out.

You're also a heavy-hitter.

These are your husband's shorts.

He lent them to me for my first fight back
in 1969. At the Orient Theatre.

You're ageing poorly, Patrick, you know.

You made me wait for this?
Out in the cold.

Well your shit trail starts here
and ends in Makhanda.

You're taking liberties.

Disrespectful, asshole.

Let's go!

That hook.

Tete knows how to drop an opponent.

-Look at me.
-One moment.

-I'm watching.
-Enough with this.

-I haven't seen you in a while.
-It's almost over.

I just wanted to watch one round.

Why don't you show me
some prowess outside the ring.

Dudu, what's your problem?
You're boring.

Come on.

Look at that hook.

I don't disturb you when you're studying.

What you're doing is cruel.

Must I beg for attention?

This is cruel.

You're not helping.

Child of my blood.

Didn't get much sleep.

The party was lit, sweating all night.

Ass everywhere.

How is the training going?

Don't be so stiff-upper-lipped.

Let's be cool for once.

Look.

Why don't you get yourself
some supplements.

You'll be good.

You'll be good.

Listen here, Duke.

While you are out messing about
Mother Hen can die any moment.

When last did you see your little girl?

Don't lose your head, boy.

Hey, what the fuck?

That's my last bit of stash.

I told you I can't sleep without it.
Where am I supposed to get more?

Don't do shit.

You've got a terrible hard-on.

Burdened by heavy balls.

What the hell is going on?
What shit is this?

You boys. Enough with this shit flour.
Hlengiwe, I expect better than this shit.

Where is Nosisi?

That one is a whore.

What’s going on?

-Nosisi is loose, Dudu.
-What's going on, mother?

Hey, what's all this shit?
I'm trying to sleep you assholes.

What the hell are you doing?

Duke!

-Mother Hen.
-Duke!

-Mother Hen?
-Duke.

-Mother Hen?
-Come to me, my child.

Nosisi didn't sleep at home, my child.

Hey, what's up with you?

Oh, hell no.

Go back to the flat.

And take my shirt off.

That's my favorite shirt, ass-wipe.

-Duke!
-Mother Hen.

Duke.

-Duke. Duke.
-Mother Hen.

Nosisi didn't sleep at home, Duke.

Where did she sleep, Ma?

She left with that street thug.

Asshole thug from where?

That shit, Bulelani from next door.

He has his own shack
at the new settlement.

A shack where mother?

Where, mother, where?

It's right there by Macy's.

Macy who works at the garage?

He's going to shit. He's dead.

Listen here.

I'm Nosisi's father.

She's from my balls.

She comes from my balls, not yours.

Child of my blood.

You need to relax.

I'm going to kick his ass.

Asshole.

Make him shit, Duke.

Fuck him up, Duke.

Who does he think he is?

All of you in the bedroom.

All of you.

Duke, you asshole.

Yisses! Piece of shit alarm.

B, wake up.

Wake up.

B, wake up.

Uncle wait. Uncle wait.

Uncle wait. Uncle wait.

Wait. Wait.

Wait, please, uncle.

I'm begging you.

Move! Fuck off!

Move! Fuck off!

Keep moving!

Move!

Taking liberties! Satan! Fuck off!

In you go. Place your head
against the door. Head first, go.

Taking liberties!

Speak up!

Speak up!

Fuck off!

Get off him, kid.

-What you've done is bullshit!
-You alright?

What did he ever do to you?

You may as well kill me right now.

Your mother's cunt, you're a dead man.

Motherfucker. You're cussing my mom.

Stay out of this!

Nosisi.

Get in the car!

Why did you hit me?

Drive, ass-wipe.

Why did you hit me?

You can't raise your hand to me.
I will not be touched by you.

Leave me, ass-wipe!

Give me my gun.

-Asshole, look what you've done.
-You are making a scene.

I don't give a fuck about people!
You are not my father, asshole!

Don't yank me, prick!

Let me go!

Grandma, Dad and Uncle are fighting.

My legs.

Fuck off asshole,
I almost sprained my foot!

I will not be disciplined by you.

Asshole, I'll blow your head off!

Fuck off!

Who are you threatening?

Fuck off, asshole.

Is that all you've got in boxing?

-You are shit!
-You are causing a scene.

Dudu, leave him alone!

You're a bastard, ass-wipe!

You are just like your father.

I saw him kill!

I'll fucking kill you, kid!
I saw your father kill people!

Where were you? Frightened in the car,
shaking like a bitch!

-Cowardly, asshole!
-Fuck you!

Shoot! Kill me, kid!

Shoot!

-Fuck you, asshole!
-Shoot!

Shoot!

Get that shit out of his face!
We won't be bullied by your antics!

Who do you think you are?
Where do you think this is?

Fucking convict! You are not my father!

Trying to be the man!
What the hell was that stunt you pulled?

Kid, just shoot me, kid!

Pipe down, Dudu.

You are another one!

Go back to your father's balls!

-Fuck off!
-Asshole!

Fuck off!

You think you are any better?

You are no fucking better.
It's just a bunch of balls in this house.

No real men.

All you know is ass.

Going around fucking school kids.

In my own class, Dudu.
What are you doing sleeping with kids?

He's just like his father.

Fuck you, kid!

-You stay out of it.
-Fuck off!

Hold up!

-I'll kill you.
-What is this?

Sleeping with kids in my class?
And yet you can't be a parent to me.

Hey, you lot!

Cut that shit out!

Will you ever be my father?

-Grandma.
-Why can't you be a father to me?

We are late.

Mother Hen. Let's go.

You're making me drive shit.

Mdantsane is like this at night.

Help me take a sip.

Shit is lit tonight.

Let's show them who we are.

Don't. You're biting me, mother Hen.

Hold up.

It's that asshole again.

Get down, Mother Hen, down!

Mother Hen?

My children.

Why can't they be more like you?

You are trustworthy aren't you, my boy?

Can't they be dependable, like you?

Why, my boy?

They say the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.

Baby, will you be my girl?

Come on, now may I have your number?

I'll call you and we can make plans.

Just look how pretty you are.

Your full lips make me
want to steal a kiss.

Listen, I'd like to take you out tonight.

I'd like us to go and watch the fight.
My brother is fighting.

I don't watch boxing.

Don't be like that.

You hungry?

I'm getting you a burger,
nuggets, you'll be fine.

The pinnacle, my man.

I'm home!

Are you alright there, baby?
Do a good job.

Make it shine.

Little Duke?

Should we do this
the easy way or the hard way?

Let's pick up the pace.

Ancestors of mine.

All praises, ancestors of mine.

I call you by name…

I am here, my elders, in these waters.

I've come to ask for strength.

I ask that you clear the darkness,
so that light may shine.

Make all that is shut, open wide.

Things are heavy at home.

There is no front or back.

I ask with this seed
I sow in these waters.

May it seed positivity and light our path.

May it open shut doors.

Wherever they may be.

My shift starts at ten,
right after the fight.

I couldn't miss the Nightrider.

Can I smoke?

Can I take it?

It's on.

Look…

-Hello. Have you seen my girlfriend?
-She is here, she went that way.

Two tickets, please.

Hey, baby.

Let me take care of your ticket.

You watching this movie on your own?

Does he know who he is messing with?

Does he not know that I was a boxer?

I was a legend.

I named the Nightrider.

He got that name from me.

Get out.

Now!

Young man.

There is much you don't know about me.

In my office on top of my desk,
I keep a photo of your father.

Because he is the only son of a bitch
who has beaten me inside the ring.

I'd never lost a battle in my entire life.

How do I forget an opponent who beat me?

However, I turned my defeat around.

It taught me a valuable
lesson in making money.

You must first ensure
that no one believes…

that your boxer can beat the odds.

Bra Pat, please don't do this.

Let me go!

I…

like to give my boxers an incentive.

-Duke!
-Understand?

I like to add some salt
to the cooking pot.

Beat these odds…

and I will take out my checkbook
and buy back the gym from this fat turd.

And I will return it to your family.

Should you lose this fight…

or fail to knock your opponent
out within four rounds,

I will slaughter you all.

Water!

Water!

They poured salt into his eyes.

Yes, boss.

We have the young man right here.

Brothers I beg of you.

Let me go.
You'll never see me again.

Bra Pat won't hear of this.
I will disappear.

I will depart for my village of Gatyana.
I can also sort you all out!

Pussy from Gatyana village is really good.

I'm begging you, bras.

I'm begging you.

Time. Time. Time.

For goodness sake.

Listen, just give us
another ten minutes, please.

No, I cannot do that.

Ok, let's do this.

All I need is ten minutes,

then everything will be alright.

We are just sorting something out.

Here you go.

Take it all.

Just ten minutes.

Uncle Lloyd?

I'm begging you.

I'm begging you, big brother.

I want to fight.

I'm begging you, big brother.

Listen.

This is Bra Links talking.

It's madness, son.

I'm begging you, gentlemen.

Dudu, you can't fight like this.

You are injured. Your eyes are inflamed.

You can hardly see. We could get arrested.

We are concerned for your life.

Let's call this fight off.

You can fight another day.

Ta Links. Let's call the fight off.

What about my family that's in danger?

-We are talking about your life.
-My little brother's life is in danger.

And you expect me not to fight.
Well, I'm going to fight.

Let's call it off.

Let's shut it down.

Nothing is being called off.

My family's life is in danger.

Let me tell you one thing.

I'm fighting, gents.

I'm going to fight.

That's the end of it.

Fit the glove, brother.

How are you going to fight?

Toss that shit over there.

Why am I being tossed anywhere?

I'm legit!

I'm a gent!

Fuck you, I'm legit!

Yisses!

You assholes!

What's this shit you've done? This crap
will get us into a lot of trouble.

But you told us to toss him over here.

This is bullshit, gents!

In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

If that is the case, let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Forgive me, thorny one

Thorny one

Forgive me, oh thorny one

Scum-bags!

Time to shit blood, cowards!

I've been up for a while

How can I sleep when it's daybreak?

I wash up in the corner

Take a look at the man

Take a look at the man

Take a look at the man

Take a look at this kid
Take a look at the hot girl

Take a look at all the fans

Now take a look at the vision

Take a look at the mission

We are going to work it ain't no thing

Take a look at my team

Take a look at my squad

Take a look at my man

We are going to slam you some more!

Beat you some more!

We are going to slam you some more

Nosisi!

Come watch Dudu's fight.

There he is.

That's him.

Oh, our son.

Hurry, Tyopho!

Oh, my son. A real man.

Nosisi!

Come watch Dudu fight.

I don't even like boxing.

You are shitting on
the hand that feeds you!

Fuck you, asshole!

Out of the way, Tyopho!

Get out of the way.
Thank you, Tyopho. Sit down.

I can't see a damn thing. Sit down.

A man amongst men.

He's my son.

Mine. Mine.

Let's go. Let's go.

We're ready.

It's about time.

Dudu is going to fuck you up.

Let's go, Dudu.
Where is this piece of shit from anyway?

Dudu is going to make him shit!

Make him shit his pants.

Let's go, let's go.

Watch him.

Oh, he'll be back.

Beat that immigrant.

Where are you going?

I can't sit and watch this.

Don't you test me.
I'll shove you against that wall.

Your dad is fighting.
And you are busy whoring.

-I'll be right back getting airtime.
-Fuck off.

You're ready?

Let's go.

I can't go with you,
that old woman will go crazy.

That whore witch is bedridden.

Let's go, alright?

What did you say?

Don't make a scene.

-Let's go.
-What are you doing?

Take me for a cunt.

My baby looks battered.

Let's see who agrees.

Give me a break.

He's not going to drop this immigrant.

Chaps. Let's, in the meantime
go wait in the back.

Mahlathini.

There is something about this
that does not--

Well, if you are concerned
about sitting on your fat ass

you will stop talking shit

and open your eyes and ears

and be on the lookout.

Chaps.

Let it march.

Open that damn window.

This heat is going to kill us.

Open the window.

Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go, man.

What's happening now?

Brothers. I'm begging you, it's freezing.
Can't you pull me out? It's cold, please!

Don't you worry. You have two rounds left.
Where you are going it's not cold.

Why are his eyes so red?

Hit him from over the top.

The only way you can win is by knock-out.

He's also tired.

He is ripe for the picking.

Do you want to beat him?
You have to give him all you've got.

Do you want to beat him?

A man who cannot take care of his family…

is not a real man.

You hear me?

You need this fight, right?

Go kill that motherfucker.

I won't fall!

I won't go down.

Referee consults on a head cut.

The ring doctor will make a ruling.

You are talking out of your ass.
It's clear as day.

Dudu kicked that kid's butt.
We won't put up with shit.

Fuck that!

Little Duke.

My boy.

Let's get you out of these
wet clothes before you get sick.

Well, look at what we have here.

Bloodshot, you won't believe this.

It's that shit who kicked
your ass the other day.

Come closer, friend.

-No ways.
-Hey fuck this shit up.

-Do what you did last time.
-Asshole!

Do it again, prick.

Try that shit again.

Fuck you, assholes.

You are an arrogant cunt.

Fuck you, assholes!

Who do you think you are?

Get the fuck off me!

Take this shit off me!

No, Hlengi!

Don't do that.

You can kill Dudu like that.
Do you want that?

I'm sorry, don't cry.

I was just playing.

Look.

Look, he's awake.

Been here for long?

It's been a while.

Where is that naughty brood?

They are with their grandmother.

I wasn't going to drag
the lot of them here.

Sorry, Hlengi.

So listen…

-Duke has been stabbed.
-What?

They stabbed Duke.

Where is Duke?

-Wait, Dudu.
-Where is Duke?

We checked up on him earlier.

We came with…

Nurse Yellowbone.

You shouldn't call her that.

She may end up being your stepmother.

You are terrible with love.

Say goodbye, Hlengi.

Bye.

When Dad died…

I failed to protect you.

I let the streets be your parent.

I'm sorry, my kin.

Forgive me.

I ask for your forgiveness.

Can I help you with something, son?

Apologies, Sir.

I was looking for…

Duke Nyakama.

You're talking about Art's son.

He was in that bed a minute ago.

It was just now.

What is he to you?

Mondli, you've been told
about smoking with patients.

What are you doing here?

Who brought you out here?

You can't even speak from pain.

What's happening?

Don't look at me with cat eyes
I'm not your girlfriend. Let's go.

He is my little brother.

He is my little brother.