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♪ Bless their souls... ♪

Sex,

fornication...

...fucking

is a compulsion...

...a primary urge.

Society wants us to believe

it's a gateway drug...

to love.

But that's a lie.

It is an act of desire.

And so it can be confusing...

...that something that feels so good

can be...

...so bad.

♪ Golden glow... ♪

♪ How does ♪

♪ The silence ♪

♪ Speak? ♪

♪ Sparkling fire ♪

♪ Burning high ♪

♪ Like a dream ♪

Hey.

So, you ready for your weekend away with Brenda?

I'd actually prefer

to spend my weekend prepping for my lectures.

You know, I start a new term on Monday. But yeah, Brenda insisted, so yeah.

And you? What will you do this weekend?

I'll see Vuyo tomorrow, but...

It's actually a working weekend for me.

You know how it goes. Judge never rests.

So how is it going with Ameera?

She's a great assistant, really good.

She's smart. She's talented.

What, you wanna say something?

No. Not at all.

Well, looks like you do.

No.

You don't have to go back to work so soon if the stress is too much.

No, it doesn't stress me.

Oh.

Because, um...

I'd like to try again.

But like the doctor said, if the stress is too much...

No, I love my job.

My job makes me happy. It doesn't stress me.

This argument stresses me.

Okay. I don't want to fight, Nandi.

It's your choice.

And I accept your decision.

Okay? So you don't have to feel guilty about it.

Dude, Uncle V sorted it.

Says he'll try to take us to the morgue on Monday.

Oh, that is so cool.

Uh, Rain just texted.

What?

She wants to hang out after sword practice tomorrow.

You should just go out with her already. She's obsessed.

Not my type.

Since when is hot and leggy not your type?

Thought as much. Okay, I need to grab snacks. Chat later?

- Okay. Love you. - Love you too.

Mom.

Are you okay?

Is it about the...?

The miscarriage?

It's okay. You can say the word. It's... it's not a bad word.

Although your dad thinks it is, but...

I suppose he doesn't like it when I say "period" either.

Listen, if you can't talk about it, you should go see someone.

You know, we should be the adults in all of this.

Not you.

Well, in the meantime, you wanna go eat your feelings with me?

- Okay. - Hmm? Yeah?

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Can't wait for the weekend To feel love ♪

♪ It's not about drinks Just you, my love ♪

♪ Take a temp job just to make ends meet ♪

♪ Now you always so far from me... ♪

- Friend! - Hey, friend.

- Where is my twin? - Who, Zinhle?

- Your twin and your friend. - Your husband is an asshole.

I think he's cheating on me.

- Eh? - Yeah.

Do you know who she is?

His 24-year-old assistant, Ameera. The one with perfect tits.

What I wouldn't give to fuck a 24-year-old. Ooh!

Huh, Brenda.

Come now, you're the feminist. I just want equal opportunity.

- It doesn't work like that. - It works like that.

♪ Leave the past behind Fly like butterflies ♪

♪ It's all on me ♪

♪ Just enjoy the ride Till the wheels fall off... ♪

Whoo!

♪ This is the greatest ♪

♪ Yeah, we want the greatest ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Baby, let's make it ♪

♪ Baby, let's make it ♪

♪ Angels never die ♪

You know, it's as if he blames me for the miscarriage.

Like I did it on purpose.

How long since you've had sex?

Been eaten up by your man?

I'm just asking.

Okay, well...

Nine months.

You're lying.

Look...

we've got a... a beautiful family home.

He takes care of my parents, and we've got Zinhle.

You know, we're a functioning unit.

- "Functioning unit"? - Yes.

Do you even like this person?

Or are you just in love with the lifestyle he gives you?

You've been having issues for so long.

Ten years, if not 20 years, of your lives.

Every relationship has its problems.

Do you even love him?

The whole notion of love is some...

romantic bullshit. You know, it's just some...

Mmm.

- I don't know... - Friend...

Lord have mercy! What do we have before us, girl?

That's a Ben Five.

- Don't even mention "Ben Five." - That's child abuse.

Don't you dare tell me about Ben Five.

No, that chicken murder!

You don't wanna fuck that guy, just like you don't want to fuck Leonard?

No, I don't want to fuck him.

Hello!

How're you guys doing? You guys good?

No!

- No, stop it. - No. Come on.

Look at him, friend.

Stop it.

My lord!

- You look good today. - And you.

- Is this us? - Yeah, to the right.

Mmm.

Everybody ready? Kumite!

Again.

You look really beautiful for an older woman.

What's your name?

What's the matter? Too scared to talk to a stranger?

Just please, just spare me your backhanded compliments, okay?

- Come on. Tequilas on me. - Look, no.

Is... is everything okay?

Totes cool, bro.

- Are you okay? - No.

Listen, man, I think you should leave my friend alone.

All right.

Thank you... friend.

Well, I consider anyone that waves at me at the beach a friend.

That... that wasn't me. That was actually my real friend.

- Was it now? - Yeah.

Well, Jacob, by the way.

I know what I think. I want to know what you think.

It's a crime, so we shouldn't let him get away with it

just because he's important.

A lawyer would say, even if he did it, that doesn't mean he's guilty.

Okay. All right, you got me.

No. No. No.

Guys, OMG, we are at a party, and you're talking about law?

It's my fault. Uh...

I did her a small favor, and she felt obligated to talk to me.

No, I was actually enjoying the conversation.

Um, yeah, so are you a lawyer?

Me? Um, not at all.

Hey, man.

Aren't you the guy from the beach?

Yes, I am him.

Guilty.

Have we met before?

I don't think so.

Okay. Let's go party, guys.

Let's go dance.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Are you coming? - Mm.

Let's go.

Let's go dance.

- I've such a fertile imagination. - Sure.

Why can't you put Rain out of her misery? She's crazy hot for you.

And you're not. I get it already.

Uncle, I beg you...

Please tell me you've got good news for me.

I do. Monday it is.

But your mother won't like it.

But how can I be a forensic pathologist

if I've never been to the morgue?

- I'm just saying. - What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

You'll be surprised.

Anyway, I'll confirm a time with you tomorrow. Okay?

Okay, cool. Thanks.

Come on!

So when did your uncle stop being a cop?

After he got shot.

But now he's a private investigator and a shebeen owner.

Cool.

Real cool.

Ah! Okay, come join me. We have to leave soon.

Whoo!

Stop it!

Oh!

Are you ready for this? Are you ready for this?

I was born ready!

- I don't think you wanna... - Two, three...

Trust me.

Let's have another drink.

- Sure. - One drink.

One.

One, five, ten. Who cares? Let's go.

So...

How do you know so much about law?

It's drinking time!

Let's drink!

Okay.

- Yeah. - All right.

This is not going to end well.

You only live once. Let's drink up!

Cheers.

Ooh! Scrum.

I do know you.

Your eyes... Who's your brother?

I'm the only child, actually.

Your father?

Uh, yeah, my... my father's dead.

Sorry.

Oh Lord!

Sorry.

- It's a match! - You're leaving us?

You two eat each other, so I can go be eaten up too.

- Bye! - Bye.

Bye, darlings.

Ciao.

Whoo!

What are you doing?

When last did you feel alive?

I mean, truly alive?

Come join me.

Do you want me to go?

No.

Take those off.

♪ 'Cause I'm the stuff That dreams are made of... ♪

♪ Walking 'round, I'm dripping stardust ♪

♪ Until you coming with some real love ♪

♪ You can look, but don't touch You can look, but don't touch, no ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm the stuff That dreams are made of ♪

♪ You're missing out 'Cause I'm a real one ♪

♪ If you ain't coming With some real love ♪

♪ You can look, but don't touch You can look, but don't touch, no ♪

♪ Look, don't touch it You can look, don't touch it ♪

♪ Look, don't touch it You can look, don't touch it ♪

♪ Special, which you may Or might get on my level ♪

♪ Come down from my pedestal, oh never... ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm the stuff That dreams are made of ♪

♪ Walking around, I'm dripping stardust ♪

♪ Until you coming with some real love ♪

♪ You can look, but don't touch You can look, but don't touch, no... ♪

♪ You can look, but don't touch, no ♪

This is your fault.

I think you need to leave now.

All right.

Bye!

- Bye-bye. Bye. - Bye. Bye.

I need to get going. I gotta get home.

Nandi, please don't leave. I've made lunch plans for us.

So you can then advise me to cheat on my husband again, yeah?

So you blame me?

Don't do that. You're a big girl. You make your own decisions.

And if I did influence you, you should be thanking me.

You clearly enjoyed it based on that fine ass walking out of the house.

Wow.

Nandi.

Nandi!

They came out with more energy.

The Huskies take the lead, finally.

This second half, they're a different team.

The importance is must win every single game because of...

Hi.

Where's Nandi?

- She not home yet? - Uh-uh.

I don't want her to suspect anything.

Just relax, okay?

Fair enough.

- Hey. - Hey.

Hello.

Hey, hey.

- How are you? - Yeah, so...

What did you do this weekend?

Uh...

- Pool. - Squash.

Okay.

Let me go prepare myself for my lectures tomorrow.

Oh, okay. Yeah, I'm gonna get some work done as well.

So much to do.

Squash?

- Come on, man. - How?

Thought you weren't coming.

Coming in?

My love!

I came in late last night. I didn't want to wake you.

You've got a message from your assistant. Would you like me to read it?

No.

No, it's cool.

Thank you. I got it.

In South Africa, we have 2,700 femicides a year.

That's seven daily.

Most of the victims remain nameless,

faceless,

and their stories are never told.

The women who suffer these violent deaths are mothers,

daughters,

sisters,

or someone's best friend.

The numbers desensitize us.

Miss Brenda?

We do not protect the victims.

I am here!

We make them invisible, and in doing so,

we give the perpetrators the confidence that they'll get away with it.

These are women who are killed by husbands,

fathers...

Miss Brenda!

...brothers, or ex-lovers.

In SA, on average...

Miss Brenda!

...a woman is killed every three hours.

On average...

...media reports cover only two murders a day.

That's a fraction of the women that are killed by someone close to them.

Now, I want to look at the root causes...