Original subtitles

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[BONGEZIWE MABANDLA'S "NOBA BANGATHINI" PLAYING]

[MABANDLA SINGING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[ENGINE REVVING]

Xola!

Let's go boy!

[SINGING CONTINUES]

Xola!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

[SINGING CONTINUES]

Oh! And here, you plan to go with two pairs of pants?

Where's your-- Xola?!

Ha!

I'm coming for you!

I almost got you!

It's Monday. English only, remember?

Oh... What kind of soldier doesn't have a back up, eh?

Okay. Enough, enough! We said ten, right?

What time is it?

Must a got a broken one.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

'Cos mine says it's 9:34.

-Ooh. -Oh, wait. 9:35.

-Let me see that. -[LAUGHS]

Okay. I surrender!

-Are you sure? -Yeah. [LAUGHS]

Are you ready now?

So, do you have your Mango rolls?

Biltong? Water?

Yep, yes, and yeah.

Seatbelt.

So, what sort of music shall we play?

-Uh... -Nah, I can pick.

-[CLICK] -Thanks so much.

Let's go! Road trip!

PHFAT: ♪♪ Running in my mind all the time ♪♪

♪♪ Running in my mind ♪♪

♪♪ Running in my mind all the time ♪♪

-[GUNSHOTS] -♪♪ Running in my mind ♪♪

-[LAUGHTER] -♪♪ All the time ♪♪

Okay, stop now, Dude. Someone's gonna notice!

Relax, you pussy.

Besides, my Dad's got a license for these.

-Really? -I dunno. Probably.

[BOTH LAUGH]

[MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON CAR RADIO]

Did you finish our shit?

Dude, is it done? Oh, I just told everybody

that we were gonna bring some to the party.

Do you have any cash?

Yeah bro, can you actually get this one?

-Okay. All right. -That's cool.

Yeah, just erm...

Dude... pull up over there.

-What? Why? -Over there.

Just relax. Just listen to me.

I can get us some cash, come.

[TRUCK HORN BLARES]

MAN: What food would they serve in this restaurant of yours?

Spaghetti.

Spaghetti?

-Yeah. -Are you sure?

Wait. Can't you have something like uputhu

or something in the menu?

No, spaghetti, like how Mama used to make.

I'd use her sauce, the spicy one.

And dessert would be free.

-Free? -Yeah.

[LAUGHS] I'm not sure about that.

XOLA: But dessert's the best bit. Some milk tart, maybe.

-MAN: Your mam's favourite. Hmm. -XOLA: Yeah.

What restaurant would you have? Come on.

I don't know. I'll have to think on it.

Where is everyone?

Okay, stay. I'll be back.

Wait, no! Can you get us some ice cream? Please?

[LAUGHS] Okay, okay.

Hello?

Can we get some petrol, please?

[LAUGHTER]

[LAUGHTER STOPS]

[BEEPS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS CONTINUE]

[BOYS SHOUTING]

Xola.

-[BOYS START CAR ENGINE] -Xola!

-[TYRES SQUEAL] -Xola!

It hurts, Dad.

-[GRUNTING] -Er, there. Press.

Press, young man.

Okay. Look at me.

Come, my boy.

Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Okay, okay. Brave boy.

I've got you, my boy.

XOLA: Help me.

I've got you.

Okay, shh.

Oh!

No. No! Brave boy.

Brave boy. No. Brave boy.

[DAD SOBBING]

[WIND BLOWING]

[HORNS HONKING IN DISTANCE]

[PERSON BREATHING HARD]

[HEARTBEAT THUMPING RAPIDLY]

[SNIFFS]

Yeah, they'll be there now. ETA 20 minutes.

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO]

[SIRENS]

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SNIFFS]

[COCKING RIFLE]

Alive, hey?

Ja, but if he's missing a knee-cap,

who's gonna notice, eh?

WOMAN: Easy, Rambo.

We want a person, not a cheese-grater.

[LAUGHS]

[COUGHING]

MAN 1: [ON RADIO] ...Madikiza, Enver Davids also wanted...

WOMAN: [ON RADIO] Police recently released a picture of suspect

Enver Davids...

MAN 2: [ON RADIO] Enver Davids-- wanted in connection

with the rape and murder of several teenage girls.

Let's go! 2 by 2!

Alpha Team, you with me.

Griessel will take Bravo Team to the target.

[POPS]

[LOCK SNAPS]

Okay. Ground floor clear. Proceeding to first. Anything?

Griessel?

[GRUNTS]

[LOUD BANG]

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

-Fuck! -I know!

MAN: What's going on?

MAN 3: [ON RADIO] Alpha team, stairwell clear.

MAN 4: [ON RADIO] No eyes on Davids.

I repeat, no eyes on Davids.

WOMAN: Benny, there's nothing here.

GRIESSEL: Yeah, I got that, thanks.

MAN 3: [ON RADIO] Someone spotted him on the roof.

MAN 4: [ON RADIO] Target spotted! 4th floor!

GRIESSEL: Cliffy, stick with Mbali.

-[GUNSHOT] -GRIESSEL: Fuck.

MAN 3: [OVER RADIO] We're heading south down corridor.

Jaram has been hit. We need backup!

MAN 5: He's going to jump. Davids is going to jump.

[SHOUTS]

[GRUNTING]

[HANDCUFFS CLICK]

[DAVIDS GRUNTS]

DAVIDS: Get me off of here. Let me down!

You better let me down, you Mapusa!

CLIFFY: Holy shit! You found the rubbish in the rubbish.

[PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

What happened, Boef?

He had a gun, two sixes.

One of the shits got Jaram in the leg. Had to take him out.

[BREATHING HARD]

[LOUD MUSIC PLAYING, PEOPLE TALKING]

[CLINK]

[PEOPLE TALKING AND LAUGHING INDISTINCTLY]

ALL: Benny!

MAN: Come on, tell us what happened.

No, no, no. Come back.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[GROANING]

[DOG BARKS]

[GRUNTS]

Oh...

[KICKING BAGS]

[PEOPLE CHANTING INDISTINCTLY]

Are you afraid?!

We're not afraid! Bring it on!

WOMAN: Don't protect child killers!

[ALL CONTINUE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey.

WOMAN: Save our children. Enver Davids is a child killer.

Send him to jail!

[CHANTING CONTINUES OUTSIDE]

-[TELEPHONE RINGING] -I need to borrow this, eh?

Hey, what you doing?

Just call HR. Tell them I took your pen.

-Mbali? -Hmm?

D'you know where Davids is being processed?

Belville South. But when I called,

they said Boef Buekes took him out on transfer?

Fucking Boef. Have you tried calling him?

Yes, I've tried calling him. He's not answering.

Course not. Listen, don't tell the Colonel.

Let's just keep this between us. I'll find them.

How do those protesters know we had Davids already?

Same reason you'll read on the front page

of the "Cape Towns" first thing,

coz one of these dickheads leaked it.

[MEN LAUGHING]

It's not nice. Wena.

[OPENS DRAWER]

Hey man!

You feeling fresh?

No. I'm just tying my shoe laces,

then I'm gonna run the two oceans, hey.

[MKETSU LAUGHS]

So, Boef's got Davids somewhere.

MKETSU: Yeah, man. You can take the man out of the army...

-[TAPPING ON WINDOW] -GRIESSEL: Is that what they say?

[CLEARS THROAT]

MAN: You know, you're not as clever as you think you are.

How many people d'you know swallow their mouthwash?

I've got another one for you.

How many wives d'you think I've got calling me

telling me their husband's come home dik drunk again.

GRIESSEL: Come on, Themba. You joking me?

THEMBA: No, I'm not joking with you, Benny.

GRIESSEL: Just celebrating, alright, and that's--

THEMBA: Well, that's not good enough, okay,

because Anna's calling me, telling me she's scared.

And this is happening more and more.

Okay, what do you want me to say?

Howzabout you tell me when that crack-shot oke from Parow

started sucking brandy from a mouthwash bottle

first thing in the morning, man?

I-- I don't know.

MAN: Do you need to speak to someone?

It's nothing new.

I need you looking after yourself, Ben.

No good to me if you're not.

I'll get those fuckers to take some time off.

I'll take some time off!

I know what you're thinking.

But I see progress. Honestly, I do.

And we just got Enver frickin' Davids, man.

And listen, before you say it, I know, alright.

He doesn't deserve 204, he doesn't belong in wit-pro.

But if he can get us something on Madikiza that sticks,

then we've got him, man.

His generals. His Stellenbosch guys. His dirty cops.

His whole network, gone. We just need Davids to testify.

-Get us our askari. -Yes, Colonel.

And Ben?

I won't stand for another call like that. You hear?

[PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

WOMAN: Mister Mpayipheli...

I'm going to ask you a few questions

about your background. Is that okay?

Mister Mpayipheli.

Hmm? Why does my background matter?

One of the two boys you're accusing

is the son of Joey Weiss.

He has Eugene 5-grand-an-hour De Klerk as defence attorney.

What do you mean accusing?

CCTV footage reported not functional.

SAPS did not recover a murder weapon.

Station attendant says he was in the toilet. He saw nothing.

My guess is the Weiss' got to him first.

The evidence is thin, circumstantial.

So the way we avoid acquittal

is if we show your truth is more convincing than theirs.

But they killed my son. That's the truth.

Right? It should be that simple.

Nothing's ever that simple, Mister Mpayipheli.

I need you to tell me...

MAN: ...everything you did

in the years preceding your retirement.

I worked in security.

Private security, wasn't it?

High profiles, royal dignitaries.

That's correct.

Anyone famous? Names I'd recognise?

I doubt it. I don't remember.

Do you think Radim Sedlak would remember? Your old boss.

We're here to talk about these two boys

murdering my son.

No, Mister Mpayipheli.

We're here to discuss your spurious allegations

that my clients harmed your adopted son.

And I would like to clarify for context that you were employed

from 2010 until 2017 in private security by a man

now serving 35 years in Goodwood Prison

on multiple murder charges.

Your honour, we are deviating wildly from the case.

Have you ever hurt someone for money, Mister Mpayipheli?

-Fallacious at best. -How is that relevant?

FEMALE LAWYER: The witness is not on trial!

All right! Mister de Klerk, you will get to the point.

My point is this, my clients are star pupils

at Brooks Boys.

Xander's dad is a titan of industry.

Mum's charity feeds the homeless.

My clients were simply not present at the crime

Mister Mpayipheli claims to have only been witness to.

What are you implying?!

Did two boys, with no priors, no guns, and no motive

shoot an innocent child?

Or did a trained killer,

who worked for this city's oldest gangster

accidentally shoot the boy himself?

Don't you dare! Don't you!!

FEMALE LAWYER: Mpayipheli! Mpayipheli!

[COURTROOM MURMURING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[RATTLING]

-MAN: [ON PHONE] Well, hello. Howzit? -Ja, listen, Griessel here.

I need to know where Davids is.

MAN: He's at Belville South.

Piss off bru. Benny Griessel, investigating officer.

I know he's not there. Where is he?

WOMAN: [OVER SPEAKER] Welcome to Chick Em Up. How can I help you?

Howzit-- Uh, how much is the 15-piece bucket?

-MAN: Uh, I think it's-- -Not you, man.

WOMAN: It's 199.96.

-200 bucks? Fuck that, erm. -MAN: Yeah, that's--

I'll just get a nine piece and a Coke. Thanks.

Hey, dickhead, I'm talking to you now--

-MAN: Hey, don't call me a dickhead. -I know he's out off-book.

-WOMAN: Hello? -No one's gonna make a fuss

-if you just tell me-- -WOMAN: Will that be all, sir?

[MAN GRUNTING]

When'd you get here?

About 10 minutes after you called.

I had a thing in Milnerton.

Aww. But it's not cheat day today.

-[RAPPING ON GLASS] -[MEN GRUNTING]

How long they been going?

You know Boef.

[POUNDING ON GLASS]

MAN: It's gonna be awesome.

Hey. Thought it wasn't cheat day? Watch your videos.

He tell you his deepest, darkest secrets yet?

Doc says my boy Jaram won't walk for the next 3 months.

Well, at least he's warm for you.

[SLAMS BUCKET ON TABLE]

[CHAIR SCRAPES ON FLOOR]

You shit yourself?

They go on until you do, normally.

DAVIDS: Whyzat?

Ah they think people lie less when they're sitting in their own shit.

The police, man.

You guys is funny.

Did they tell you it was me who found Violet?

Who's Violet?

She's the young woman you raped and strangled to death, my bru.

You meanta get me a lawyer?

I spoke to askari in Polls same time as you.

Told me about the night they went koppa toe.

Heard what happened to you, and I reckon

that's how you got the virus.

You know nothing about that.

I know NRTIs are better at treating HIV

-than what you've been doing. -What do you want?

You've been running security for Madikiza, what, 6 years now?

I don't work with cops.

You don't have any idea what the boss man can--

A petrol bomb rival taxi buses filled with kids?

Have a man shot outside his house coz he slandered his wife?

I know Madikiza.

If you go 204 against him, I can keep you safe.

Witness-protection, new identity, the works.

There's no safe from him. He'll find me. And you.

So do nothing.

More beatings, court, you go back inside.

Eventually you come out and carry on being a piece of shit,

and then we catch you again. We wash, rinse, repeat.

Me, I'll lock you up, I'll throw away the key.

You don't deserve what I'm offering you,

and I'm only offering it once.

[HANDCUFFS RATTLE]

You should have told me you worked for Sedlak.

I don't understand how he could have known that.

That was so long ago. I was... a different man.

Thobela, people don't go to Eugene De Klerk's firm

for their bedside manner.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Look, you saw an attendant, right?

-Yes. -Then we both know

something's not right here.

I'll call local SAPS, press them for more statements,

see what we can find.

We don't stop. Okay?

We just recalibrate.

What do I do now?

WOMAN: You don't need to do anything but grieve.

Lay your son to rest.

Here. My personal number's at the back.

If you need anything, just-- I know how hard this can be.

-It's Veiss, right? -Weiss?

The older boy's name is Xander Weiss, right?

We'll keep fighting. I promise.

THEMBA: Davids says he's got lots of messages from Madikiza,

plus full spreadsheets

of all the protection money they extorted.

Once he's secure, he'll get it to us.

And he's signed a statement?

Signature's conditional on wit-pro.

Keeping the lid on this is going to be impossible.

Madikiza'll find out soon, if not already.

Can we make wit-pro work in 24 hours?

48, maybe. We've got a safe house

the other side of the Boerewors Gordyn.

That'll work in the meantime.

-Detective Griessel? -I don't know.

I think he gave it up too easy.

Detective Griessel was the IO

on the Violet Bhengu case, Brigadier.

BRIGADIER: I remember the docket on that one.

Awful! This is a tough pill to swallow, Detective,

but if this means a realistic shot

at a high-flier like Madikiza,

then I say we have to take it.

Take him to the safe-house.

Ben, you know I had to say it.

Okay well, f' you very much, too.

How about you put a team together now, hey?

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

I'd open an... Indian restaurant

with like many dishes.

And people would share the dishes.

And you know, we can eat with our hands if we want to.

There must definitely be cold beer, cheap,

cold beer...

And...

free dessert.

[CRUMPLES DRAWING]

[OBJECTS CLATTERING]

We were supposed to go riding there.

-[YELLS] -[CRASH]

[SOBBING]

[SETS PHOTO ON DRESSER]

[CRACK]

There a service car spare?

Ha! What do you think? It's fine. We can use mine.

Oh, yeah. Let's get going.

[CHORUS SINGING "NDENZEL' UNCEDO"]

MAN: The fuck even is this car? Where's the USB port?

MKETSU: Doesn't have one.

MAN: What do you mean? What do you do for music and stuff?

MKETSU: CDs. In the cubbyhole.

CDs? Seriously?

I don't remember you offering us your car.

Bongo Maffin? Vuyo... Lundi, Chicco Twala?

The '80s, seriously?

It's the kind of music I like.

You know music changes. It evolves.

It gets better. Should go on Spotify,

find stuff other than Bubblegum and this Gospel shit.

Can you even remember not having whatever you wanted immediately?

MAN: Griessel. Back me up here.

I reckon you should just shut the fuck up, Jamie.

[LAUGHS]

The fuck you laughing at, dickhead?

I like Chicco Twala.

[HONKING HORN]

Crazy idiot!

The day I need you to chime in on my taste in music--

-[GUNFIRE] -MKETSU: Aah!

MAN: Getting away!

[TYRES SQUEAL]

Benny.

[INHALES AND EXHALES SLOWLY]

[GUNFIRE FLASHBACKS]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

MAN: Benny.

Benny.

My man, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

This is not your fault.

The leak. You think it was one of our guys?

Okay now, I've got forensics on shell casing IDs.

And if LPR can pick up the license,

at least we can figure out where these shooters came from, okay?

Er someone needs to sort flowers for Jules and the kids.

Yeah, yeah. Nikki's on that already.

And I'll-- I'll speak to the ACU.

We're gonna get the shitbag that sold us out, pardon my French.

I hope whatever Madikiza's got planned for him is the pits.

I don't think he takes Davids alive just to kill him.

He's out there, and we're back in here...

back at square fucking one!

[CRACK]

[LATCH CLICKS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[REVVING]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[KEY TURNS IN LOCK]

[DOOR RATTLES]

[SIGHS]

[CHILD CRYING]

[SPEAKING AFRIKAANS]

Come here. Come here. There we go.

WOMAN: Just put her down, please.

She's grown so much.

She's about to start walking.

Look mummy's wearing Daddy's T-shirt.

This is my T-shirt now.

-Oh, Daddy's lost. -Come on.

GRIESSEL: Mummy looks so much better in it, doesn't she?

[BEEPING]

[LIQUID POURING]

WOMAN: Your flask is in the bin.

That was a gift. You gave that to me.

Yeah? Well, you threw it at me.

GRIESSEL: When?

Yesterday, when you were raging around

before you passed out on the lawn.

-You missed, by the way. -Mmm.

I'm sorry. I should've brought flowers.

The bin's already full, so I'm kinda glad you didn't.

I thought it was getting better, Benny.

It is. It will.

She's here now. Okay, if you're not gonna be helping,

then what the hell are we doing here?

I'm fucking trying, Anna. Okay?

They got Cliffy today.

How?

We were just driving and...

[EXHALES]

I don't think he felt anything. It was quick.

[SNIFFS]

I'm sorry. Some of us don't drink, you know.

I can get there.

I don't think that's true anymore.

GRIESSEL: No, it's true. Cause of you and...

Listen, you and Carla. I can't blame you.

I need you and I'm...

-So fix it. -I will. I will, I promise.

Fix it.

I'll fix it.

Come here. I can fix it.

Okay, look at me.

I swear.

-Oh, Benny. Wait. Wait. -Don't you want to?

No, wait. We're gonna stop. We're gonna stop.

We can't keep doing this.

6 months sober. In a program.

I don't need a fucking programme.

That's what I need. Okay. Then you can come home.

Are you serious, Anna? I don't-- do you know what I'm--

[LOWERS VOICE] I'm not... shouting.

I wasn't shouting.

-I need you need to leave. -[SIGHS]

Yeah. Okay.

[CARLA CRIES]

I was just er... working on the Davids thing.

Yeah? Ballistics think they used VZ-58 compacts,

based on the ejection markings on the casings.

So, Czech guns? Nothing but the best for Enver Davids.

Ja. Thank you for the coffee Varsity.

Ja. No problem.

-Hey, Ben. -I need to go piss, bru.

Singh wants us to redirect focus.

She and I are meeting with the Commissioner just now.

-What? -Press got hold of the story.

Obviously their spin is SAPS losing control,

SAPS letting a killer get loose,

another SAPS officer dead.

So, what's Singh suggesting?

That we focus our attention on finding the shooters.

Kak, man. And forget about Enver Davids? Seriously?

Zero tolerance on cop killers, detective. It's an easy sell.

Plus, Singh thinks we've got a better chance

of finding Madikiza through the shooters,

seeing as Davids is probably half way to Zim by now.

Those shooters are laaities. Sergeant 3's at most.

They're gonna know fuck all.

Did any of the cameras pick up where they took Davids?

LPR picked up license plates going to Philippi East.

Even if we do go in,

Madikiza will have a million places for him to hide.

-Wait, d'you say Philippi East? -Yeah.

The shooters were using Czech guns. Ballistics just came in.

Princess? Are you serious?

Well, she helped us catch Davids the first time.

No. No. It's too hot right now.

Anti-gangs said 26s are up in arms.

There's no way Singh lets you into a township,

even if you have an escort.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe I do need a little time off.

I really need to go pee.

["BANYANA KE BAFANA" PLAYING]

Got socks that need some love if you do commissions.

She in?

Nice shot, little man.

[POUNDING]

Are you jus...?

You were the one who said we was done. Remember? You!

Not me, you. Me, hmm, I'm happy.

I don't never need to see your nora face never again.

GRIESSEL: Are you using again, Princess?

Are you?!

Look at this. Look at this.

This shit is fine China skin.

You think junky skin be like this?

Well, something's got you jumpy.

You listen to me nicely. I'm done with all that.

Princess sings now, that and my production of "Sarafina."

No Whoopi Goldberg.

Oh, "Sarafina" and gun-running hey, Princess?

The 26s know you're selling again?

I mean it doesn't have to come from me.

Or you can help me find Davids.

Oh, good Lord, it's true!

She's lost him, like a pair of lost earrings.

Hey, did you look between the cushions on your couch?

I don't know what you're laughing at, Princess.

One of your guns just blew a naartjie-sized hole in my partner.

You...

don't put that on me.

I don't pull no trigger.

Princess just tryna get by.

I think you should try harder.

Okay.

Madikiza's new shebeen over in Claremont.

It's fancy. Rooms on top for ritas or conch,

no anything you want.

Big boys, big security. I hear he's lying low there for now.

Okay.

What Princess don't get no pleases, no thank yous?

Nothing now?

How about a date night?

[CHUCKLES] No baby.

No, erm, I don't think any guns believe

Princess was ever this desperate!

Not that desperate baby. No. No. No. Ahah, there we go.

That suits.

[CHORUS SINGING "BLACK DIVINITY"]

Brother, can I speak with you?

[CLUB MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello. Hello. How are you?

-Can we just-- -Thank you.

PRINCESS: Come, cupcake!

You can go. Whoo!

Hi, Vivienne!

PRINCESS: Tracey!

Hello, darling. [KISSES]

Long time. Long time.

Little wee tike,

won't you take my little lou-lou here upstairs

-and warm him up a bit? -Hmm.

Princess needs a drink.

Thanks, man.

Come on.

PRINCESS: Why nobody has no tequila?

GRIESSEL: You seen a guy come this way?

Tattoos, all over, scary-looking prick.

Probably arrived yesterday.

TRACEY: What's it to you?

GRIESSEL: Well, he left a wife, 4 kids, and a bunch of debt.

Hey. They have nothing. They asked me to help find him.

It's the first door on the left.

I haven't seen him for hours.

-We're in here. -Nah, we're good.

Don't spend it all on buttons.

Yeah, sure. This'll go straight into my varsity fund.

-[DIALING] -THEMBA: [ON PHONE] Hi, Benny.

-Hey, Them, it's me, bru... -THEMBA: Where are you?

Listen, I found Davids. He's-- he's, he's deceased.

Let's get a team down here. I'll drop you a pin.

Let's get forensics.

-THEMBA: Benny? Benny, you still there? -Call you back.

Hey, guys. Why don't we all just...

[GUNSHOTS, SCREAMING]

MAN: Shoot!

[YELLING]

MAN: Went out the back! Went out the back!

[GUNSHOT RICOCHETS]

Fuck!

[GRUNTS]

[GROANING]

-[PEOPLE SHOUTING] -Is that a cop?

MAN: Get the man! Don't show your face here again!

Yeah, thanks for the help, everyone.

MAN: My apologies. A precaution.

For my safety and yours, I suppose.

Would you like a beer?

No.

[CLINK, POP]

[BOTTLE CAP HITS TABLE]

I think you do not know who I am. Is this correct?

My name is Madison Madikiza.

Is it a name that maybe you know?

Hmm.

[LAUGHS] Fantastic!

Do you know what it is that I do?

I have an idea.

Oh ho! Very good! I like ideas.

They are often better than the real thing.

This is a beautiful weapon, the choice for a hunter.

The Hunter.

But I'm afraid this is not the reserve

you can hunt in for free.

People hear of a white man paying a black man

to protect his kid,

and they say, "Oh, look how the times have changed."

But it is not the times, I think, that have changed.

It is opportunity.

Unfortunately for you,

I take my opportunities very seriously.

So many names for one man.

What is your name, my friend?

The Hunter.

Oh, wowee!

That boy chose the wrong man to mess with.

Maybe he deserves to die for whatever he did to you,

but I'm a businessman first

and a moralist second.

So...I ask that you do not harm that boy.

And if I refuse your request?

Then you become a problem!

Now, a man such as yourself,

working for a man such as me...

opp-or-tun-ity!

Besides, perhaps if you bide your time--

The white man's money eventually runs out.

[CHUCKLING]

Spoken like a true hunter.

You can start tomorrow.

It might not be the vengeance you crave,

but there is such potential in rage.

We must not let it go to waste.

[CLUB MUSIC PLAYING]

He runs my security. He will talk you through the basics.

He is a different kind of hunter.

We can talk more tomorrow.

[CLAPPING]

Can I get you anything? Drink?

No. Who is that-- that man over there?

A monster.

Why do you say that?

Come on. I didn't hear it from you.

TRACEY: He grabbed a young girl from the street and raped her

to cure his HIV.

Strangled her afterwards.

And nobody has done anything?

When do they ever? Hmm?

Boss says we gotta talk security. You want a beer?

Brother, are you listening?

MPAYIPHELI: I have a question.

DAVIDS: Uh-huh.

MPAYIPHELI: I hear you know how to cure AIDS.

One says you have a way.

-I got a way. -What is it?

DAVIDS: You know, mos. The blood of virgins.

You need a girl who hasn't bled yet.

Take her. You don't stop until you are done.

MPAYIPHELI: And you found this girl?

I had to do it twice.

Where did you find them?

DAVIDS: The first was a park, walking home.

Then I met these guys. They can...

help you with anything, whatever you need, however young.

And you...you felt no guilt?

For their pain, their families' suffering?

Whatchoo talking like that for? I needed to.

Listen, you should shut the fuck up with stuff like that.

Before you get a slap.

Stupid twat.

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[SIREN WAILS]

What the hell are you wearing?

Brandy-flavoured.

Okay, look. Local Station Commander's name is Brucie.

-He'll take IO on the scene. -Ugh!

He's on witnesses right now,

seeing if he can make a link to an order Madikiza made.

Do you honestly think anybody who works or spends time

in Madikiza's place is gonna say shit to a cop?

Look, Ben. I know you've seen more than your fair share.

It's okay to take some time off.

Sort things out with Anna, talk to someone.

Take up yoga or something.

IO's a moron if he thinks Madikiza ordered this.

This wasn't a hit. Least nothing like I've ever seen.

And like you said, more than a fair share.

Bullet to the back of the head. That's a hit.

Single stab wound, maybe. But this?

Multiple strikes, not all aimed to kill.

This was a frontal attack.

I think Davids was even given a chance to defend himself.

[BLADE SCRAPES]

Guy like Davids, why take the risk?

Why this method, if all you wanted was the kill?

Two guys fall out, there's a misunderstanding, it escalates.

[GASPS]

-[BLADE SCRAPES] -[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

[LAUGHTER]

GRIESSEL: No, there's rage here,

punishment.

I think whoever did this--

I think he wants to be heard.

-THEMBA: What's he trying to say? -I don't know.

But my bet... he's gonna do this again.

[LUCY KRUGER AND THE LOST BOYS' "HOWL" PLAYING]

♪♪ Tech-tech-technically ♪♪

♪♪ I don't-- I don't have the truth ♪♪

♪♪ Have the truth ♪♪

♪♪ I don't know what to-- I don't know what to tell you ♪♪

♪♪ I don't know what to ♪♪

♪♪ Tech-tech-technically ♪♪

♪♪ Technically, technically ♪♪

♪♪ I don't know what to-- I don't know what to tell you ♪♪

♪♪ I'm-- I'm on the fence ♪♪

♪♪ Tech tech tech ♪♪

♪♪ Of everything I've done ♪♪

♪♪ And everything I've ever said ♪♪

♪♪ I don't wanna regret ♪♪

♪♪ Tech tech tech ♪♪

♪♪ Never making a mess of this Sunday dress ♪♪

♪♪ I'm on the fence... ♪♪