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(SPOEK MATHAMBO'S "MSHINI WAM" PLAYING)

I'm going! Bye-bye-bye!

Here. Put this on.

He wants you girls turning up gift-wrapped.

I'm not dressing as a fucking Christmas present... Jimmy.

You be nice.

Mr. Heidt asked for you to be there specifically, hey?

Ooh! We're going to Christine's boyfriend's house again?

You looking for a klap now? You are.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MATHAMBO: ** Oi, 14-year-old boy with Kalashnikov gun **

** AK-47 like a toy for the fun **

** Shoot you where you stand if you want to act dumb **

** Parapa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa **

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

** Township giant like fee fo fi fum **

** Burn down the slum to the ground if it burn **

** Parapa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa **

AVUYILE AND YOLANDA: ** 14-year-old boy **

** With Kalashnikov gun **

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Let's make some money!

(CHEERING)

MATHAMBO: ** Like a toy for the fun **

** Shood you where you stand if you want to act dumb **

Mr. De Klerk.

-Where does he find you girls? -(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Mr. Heidt throws a good party.

-What can I get you? -There you are!

Come. I have to show you something.

Bye!

AVUYILE AND YOLANDA: ** Pa pa pa pa pa **

** Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa **

** Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa **

VANESSA: Imagine waking up to all of this.

What, you wouldn't?

I'd sell it all and move as far away

from the city as possible.

I like a big garden, you know,

grow some veggies.

Grow some veggies? (LAUGHS)

I-- no, I can't see you doing that.

Well, okay. Like wear dresses,

where actually I get to wear underwear,

-do you know what I mean? -Okay. I...

-Thank you. -I agree with you.

-Yeah. -God, I mean, what does--

-(LAUGHS) -Oh, God.

Ahem. Ladies. Am I interrupting?

VANESSA: Good luck.

Made this myself.

Corpse Reviver Number two.

If you can tell how much booze is in there,

then I have messed up.

Mmm. Gin.

-Mm-hmm. -Cointreau.

Easy...

-Vermouth? -(CHUCKLES)

Very impressive.

Misspent youth.

It's nice to see you again.

It's a good turnout tonight.

Yeah, they're a horrible bunch, you know.

A party here, a few favours there,

they all remember to say thank you when the time comes.

I'm sure they're very grateful.

They're easy enough to keep in line.

Simple men, simple pleasures.

(SCOFFS)

I should probably go, you know, earn my keep.

And how much were you hoping to earn?

Some of your colleagues have a more...

flexible attitude to the services they have on offer.

(SIGHS)

You have a very nice evening, Mr. Heidt.

-I said call me Anton. -Dickhead.

Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas!

(ALL CHEERING)

(MUSIC PLAYING INSIDE)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Oh, my God!

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -WOMAN: Whoo!

(SIREN BLIPS)

CHRISTINE: Help me! Oh, please, help!

Help!

-MAN: Can I help? -CHRISTINE: I saw a dead body.

It was somewhere in Constantia.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Ms. Van Rooyen, hi.

Detective Cruywagen, Otto.

Sorry. I know it's been a long night.

It's a good job you got to us first.

Are you all right?

I mean, what time is it? Please. They took my phone,

and I really need to make--

A call. Of course. Look.

We think it's best if we get you to a safe house, ASAP.

A safe house?

Yes, someplace Anton Heidt can't find you.

OTTO: Just keep it casual.

Let's go.

Follow me.

(INGE BECKMANN'S "KORRELTJIE SAND" PLAYING)

(SINGING IN AFRIKAANS)

(SONG FADES)

CRUYWAGEN: Let's go.

What is this place?

A safe house.

I want my phone.

Please. I have to call my mum.

Please, Ms. Van Rooyen, we just need to get you

to somewhere safe first.

OTTO: Miss, miss, we're just trying to help you, okay?

Come on. Miss.

I don't believe you.

(OTTO GRUNTS)

(CHRISTINE SCREAMING)

OTTO: Ugh!

(CHRISTINE SCREAMING)

(CHRISTINE SCREAMING)

(YELPS)

(THUD)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMING)

No! Please, please, please, please!

Please, please, don't do this! Please, Anton!

(SCREAMS)

HEIDT: Shh, shh, shh, shh. Shh, shh.

Did you tell anyone apart from these two men about this?

No, no, nobody. I swear.

No, no, no. No. Nobody, please.

I won't ever. Please you can stop this.

Please tell them, please.

I'll do anything, anything, I swear.

Well, if you'd done what I wanted,

we wouldn't be here right now, would we?

(WHIMPERS)

(SOBBING)

I have a daughter!

A little girl. Sonia.

Oh, she needs her mom!

Please, Mr. Heidt.

Anton!

Don't let her grow up alone!

I'll do anything for her.

Anything-- anything at all.

Whatever you want.

Take a seat.

There.

It's almost done.

Have something to eat.

So, look. Uh, business first.

I have to ask what was it you saw?

It was dark.

I didn't see properly.

Look. We can make this work.

I just have to know I can trust you.

You can. You can trust me, I swear.

My daughter, she's...

she's probably waiting for me.

Of course. Yeah.

After you've eaten, then go to the bedroom.

I'll drive you home afterwards.

Sreww! Eh. You need to go anywhere, you call me.

I'll send a driver, and you're done with Jimmy.

No more nights like that.

In case you need anything.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SHIP HORN BLOWS)

(RADIO CHATTER)

Howzit, bru. You had breakfast?

You call that breakfast?

What's got you all hot and bothered, brother?

Have you got anything for me?

I'm here for you, hey, Ben.

Large AM gets into elevator at 6:25.

We get a partial in a few seconds

but nothing close to an ID.

No gloves but not a single fingerprint anywhere.

He probably put something on his fingertips.

-Hmm. -This guy knows what he's doing.

Did you see that? Check the head turns at every camera.

Definitely countersurveillance training.

Is there someone at Domestic you can check with?

Ja, I'll make a call.

Do we have any idea how this guy left?

Yep, Andy actually found it.

Come have a look at this.

(TAPS GLASS)

-This is some Spider-Man shit. -Mmm.

Thing I don't get, they went at each other,

so why not just pop back of the head, be done with it.

Well, same as Davids, same as the pimps.

There's a logic to it, a process,

a duel to the death.

I think he wants them to know why they die.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Maybe he just wants them to confess something.

You okay, bru?

Bingo.

(ORGAN PLAYING)

Why am I here?

Reyneke took your boy.

I think on behalf of someone else.

Did he tell you who?

No, but give me time.

You inspire us...

to not just wait.

And we are grateful.

You find the man who kidnapped my Jacob.

I am pleading with you.

Please make sure that he suffers.

GRIESSEL: I took this right after finding Reyneke.

Forensics reckon I was there no more than an hour

after the killer left.

If you take a look at this right here,

see someone had rearranged the books.

We had a techie take a look at the safe.

He reckons it wasn't forced open.

You think the killer returned after you arrived on the scene?

Yeah.

I mean, the only other people there were cops.

Okay. So whatever was in that safe was important enough

for the killer to reenter the scene

or for one of ours to risk taking it.

The question is why.

Well, look. I think he has a method, right,

one that suggests morality, a code even.

Because look at Davids, look at the pimps, you know.

That was vicious and angry. This-- I don't know--

seems calculated.

He read the story, he hunted him down,

punished him for taking the kid.

But why would Reyneke do it?

If he was a paedo, he hid it better than CI can find.

No history of kiddy abuse, taste in porn is vanilla.

-Ugh. -Just doing my job.

What if it was somebody else?

I mean, those private security boys do the worst shit for a buck.

Someone with enough money, enough power got one

of our guys to clean house.

So you think whoever ordered for that safe to be emptied--

Also maybe hired Reyneke to take the boy, yeah.

I mean, if that's true and our killer knew that--

Well, then maybe we have our next target.

-It's quite interesting. -It's wooly.

Put some meat on the bones, background on Reyneke, clients.

In the meantime, I'll look into any cops who visited the scene.

We want justice.

The police aren't doing anything.

These people have to pay.

After what he did to my boy.

We have to do something ourselves.

They have to pay!

Morning.

Can I help you?

My name's Detective Mbali Kaleni.

One of our detectives reached out to you recently

You said you didn't need his help

Ja. So?

Well, does that mean, you have someone helping you already?

We managed to connect Johan Reyneke to the disappearance of your son

But before we could question him... he was killed

If he was responsible for what happened to my Jacob...

...then I am glad he is dead

(MPAYIPHELI HUMMING)

(MOBILE VIBRATES)

MPAYIPHELI: (ON PHONE) Hi, Bonnie.

I wondered if you'd call.

Yeah, no, uh, bullet wounds,

no public toilets this time, I promise.

I just, uh--

I--

I wanted to stop by.

Can I come and see you?

Why don't you come by the office?

I'll be there.

BONNIE: I'll see you now-now.

-Hey. There you are. -Hey.

Just had a call, out in Langa,

house surrounded by a howling mob

-with assegais. -GRIESSEL: Let's go!

HAEZER: ** Basic cats to play it back **

(SIRENS WAIL)

Fuck, Keyter. Do you think your Vin Diesel or some shit?

He wishes he had my hair,

but, you know for a boring doos like you,

lekker pop culture reference.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(SIRENS WAIL)

(BARKS)

Taxi, Bru.

Bru, watch the taxi, Jamie!

(TYRES SQUEAL)

KEYTER: I saw it, man.

Thanks for making me deaf in one ear.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(SHOUTING)

BOEF: Hey! SAPS! out of the way!

Move!

(SPEAKING ISIXHOSA)

Move! Move! Move!

(OFFICERS SPEAKING ISIXHOSA)

BOEF: Get these people under control now!

Hey, hey!

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(VOICES REVERBERATING)

BOEF: Stay away!

Get these people under control!

(DOOR OPENS)

People encountering this office in the middle of the day

must think it looks like total chaos.

Is there an order to it?

Yeah, it's all alphabetical.

Over here, we have abuse domestic,

assault physical, assault sexual,

and all the way over here weirdoes general.

It's a joke.

Xola had one of these.

Maybe meeting you here was not a good idea.

No, no. I'm sorry.

Ignore that.

Okay. Do you want to do lunch?

I know a place that does Thai nearby.

Detective, is this the work of the same assegai killer?

Oh, fuck's sakes. No comment.

-Speak to the press liaison. -Well, is it a copycat killing?

Are you finally gonna admit that crime in this city

is out of control, and the SAP is--

Hey, Griessel, why don't you tell us how the not drinking is going?

Come here, bru.

Stay the fuck away from me and my family,

you piece of shit.

Or what, Benny? You gonna hit me?

You gonna hit me?

You know, my wife thinks you have a tiny dick.

A dick joke?

Shut the fuck up, man.

Uh, victim's name is Lungi Sakala.

A released paedophile, been on the list 3 years now.

And you don't think this is our assegai killer?

Well, it depends on your perspective.

Well, I hear Madikiza's suppliers have been spooked

by the shebeen's shutdown.

Cancelled his last shipment. I mean, he's scrambling.

Maybe we catch him slipping up.

Ja, or maybe we catch him with an assegai in his chest.

How's it going with Reyneke's employer?

Ja, I've got a meeting with his old security dipshits later.

And I've got Moses over at Domestic pulling files

based on the profile we've got so far,

so we'll find him.

Yeah, I know you will.

Hey, um, you spoken to Anna yet?

-Ah, bru. -Listen. You know you can stay

-as long as you want. -Thanks, man,

but I better get out of your hair.

-Besides, that room kind of-- -Yeah, don't say it.

-Yeah. -The rooms the pits. I know.

We can't get that smell out of there.

It's probably half the reason Ash and I don't fight

because he's too scared to sleep in there.

Got anything on the empty safe?

Running background on all our guys.

Anomalies in income, red flags, family expenditure, the works.

I can do it if you want,

just so everybody knows we're clean.

No, no, it's good. I'm on it.

Reyneke took someone's kid,

and we have reason to believe it was on behalf

of one of your clients, all right,

and now your boss' killer is after said client.

What I think you boys want is to help us

find said client because what you probably don't want

is said killer forcing said client

into revealing what else he's had you boys do for him.

So...

Who wants to go first?

Listen, bru.

If Reyneke had a little under-the-table arrangement,

it's the first we're hearing of it.

Check our books, by all means,

but you think we're worried about someone coming

at one of us with a spear, let him.

We'll see what happens.

Sorry we couldn't be more helpful.

You a cop once?

Commercial crimes.

Suit brigade, eh?

Bet it was the pay that made you leave.

Don't blame you.

Anything comes up, hey?

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

Moses, bru, you got to be fucking kidding me.

Every African Male in the age group that you

asked for with military or countersurveillance training.

Didn't I ask you to narrow it down?

This is narrowed down.

Ja, point taken. Fuck you.

I'm gonna go through all of them.

Listen. Don't be a dick, help me get these boxes in the car.

I've got my own stuff.

Such a nice guy.

Okay. So then, yeah?

Oh, at his point, he's now insulting

the judge's intelligence,

and the judge fixes him with this one,

like, "Come on-now."

"Maybe I got a double. I'm a twin."

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-I need to ask you something. -Mm-hmm.

Do you get a lot of cases, uh...

unsolved cases coming across your desk?

I wish there were fewer,

but anything that happens to a child

in the Western Cape, I hear about it.

-Do you wan to try mine? -Uh-uh.

I read about this, uh, man who got killed yesterday.

Johan Reyneke. Did you know who he was?

Yeah, I knew who he was.

They said he harmed a kid in an unsolved case,

but he didn't seem like the type.

Maybe he was the type.

You know what they say about appearances, right?

Or maybe he isn't the type,

just maybe working for someone who is.

Why are you asking me about a man who was murdered?

(SKATEBOARD ROLLING)

(BOYS SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-(BONNIE EXCLAIMS) -(MPAYIPHEL GRUNTS)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(BONNIE YELPS)

(GROANING)

(BOY SPEAKING ISIXHOSA)

(GRUNTS)

(BONNIE SHUDDERING)

Press it tight!

You call an ambulance!

BONNIE: Thobela! Thobela!

Thobela!

(MPAYIPHELI GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MAN: We need someone at the park.

Someone's been stabbed.

Unh!

(SPEAKS ISIXHOSA)

-Look, look, Mama. I look like you. -(CHUCKLES)

Mucky Pup

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Christine! Your boyfriend's here.

-Uncle Anton! Uncle Anton! -There's my angel! (EXCLAIMS)

(LAUGHS) Does Sonia want a sweetie?

Mm-hmm.

Our little secret, huh? Don't tell Mommy.

Speaking of...

doesn't Mommy look beautiful.

And for the cherry on top...

And don't you worry, Mrs. Van Rooyen.

Back by tomorrow morning as always.

Bye.

Get us a table.

-Come on. -(GRUNTS)

(LINE RINGING)

BONNIE: (ON PHONE) This is Advocate Bonnie DeTeer.

Leave a message.

(PEOPLE SINGING IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

** Yo, yay, happy birthday **

MPAYIPHELI: So what's your name?

-Someguy. -Someguy?

Ja. I was named after my father.

SERVER: Here is a burger for you, sir,

and a medium steak for you, sir.

MPAYIPHELI: Thank you.

How did you find me?

Boss put a tracker on your bike,

and I followed it.

Who sent you to kill me?

I imagine it wasn't dreamed up by a 12-year-old.

-I'm 14. -Oh, my apologies.

You killed a white guy. Important.

Boss-boss is pissed.

He wants you dead

The white guy?

Was he a friend, of your boss-boss?

Was he working for him?

(SIGHS) Yeah. I guess that's the reason why he sent us.

Who is your boss-boss?

-(CLEARS THROAT) -Tell me.

Why you got all this cash?

I'd been saving it up

for someone who doesn't need it anymore.

Give me a name.

Do you know where I can find him?

Hey.

You have hurt a friend of mine very badly.

Look at me!

I've being patient with you.

My patience will run out!

CHRISTINE: Who's coming tonight?

Marco, Red, Gumede.

They handle the nightclub stuff.

They'll like you. They like to see me happy.

I want to know what you think of the boys, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

Just hit the side of the cooker.

it's a little temperamental.

And give it a proper slap, man.

-(BEEPS) -(CHUCKLES)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

I've made offer after offer.

I came in hard, but, no, he's not--

No, no don't be a chop. Don't go in there

so direct like a hard dick or some shit.

Tell him you work for me.

(AUDIO DISTORTS)

I want you to think about it, huh?

Get an apartment for your Mom.

Yeah, but Sonia's school is there and all her friends.

I mean, it would be unfair to uproot her like that and...

It'll be much safer for you, Sonia.

Safe? What do you mean safe?

No, we're fine where we are.

Well, I want you to think about it.

I won't let my girl live in a shithole.

I'm not asking.

MOM: Chris, are you okay?

(CHRISTINE BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm sorry.

Is it-- did he?

You have to leave him.

If he's done something, we have to call the police.

No, Mom, okay? I can't. You just-- you can't--

I'm trying. I am trying,

so just please, please.

MOM: I'm sorry.

I'll think of something.

I will. I'll find away for us to get away from him.

GRIESSEL: I'm an alcoholic.

Um, my buddy Boef here, some of you may know what we do.

Um, most of our guys drink to deal with it

because it's, uh--it's a lot.

I used to be ok. It was lekker for a while.

Then my wife, um...

was--

my wife got pregnant, so I need to fix it

and be better for her and my little girl,

so that's why I'm here.

Cool.

(CLAPPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You look rough.

Ja, I can't say I feel any better.

Hi my, liefde.

Daddy's going to get better, I promise

I got an apartment close by,

so if you and Carla need anything, I'll be around.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Did you tell Le Grange I thought he had a small dick?

No, but if that's the rumour going around, you know,

makes sense because--

I mean, it's never been an issue for me, so...

Oh, that's-- that's funny. You're still funny.

Anna, I'm really scared, you know.

What if I can't do this?

Six months sober.

And then?

I don't know.

Then we'll see.

If it's not enough, I guess it's not enough.

Okay.

HEIDT: (ON PHONE) Is there anything I can get you?

CHRISTINE: It's just the flu, baby. It'll pass.

HEIDT: And did you think any more about what we spoke about,

you guys moving in?

Yeah. I'm feeling good about it.

Uh, I got to go. I'll call you back later.

-Make sure she's in bed by-- -7:00.

I know how to take care of my daughter, thanks.

-Okay. -Where's your mom?

She's out doing something for me.

-Why she not here? -She'll be back soon.

Don't fucking start, Dylan, not tonight.

Why, huh? In case I make it harder for you to shake

that ass for that someone special tonight?

Heh. Jissis.

Whoo! (LAUGHS)

Going out with a bang, huh?

Just give me my money and shut the fuck up.

CHRISTINE: (ON PHONE) Mama, it's me. Make sure you and Sonia are packed.

We'll leave as soon as I get back. I love you.

So Just a little bit of light reading, hey?

Ja.

So you think the killer's in here somewhere?

Well, the same way the needle's in the haystack somewhere.

Listen. Thanks for sorting this place.

(CHUCKLES) It's a shithole, but it's okay.

Plus I'm only five doors down.

Ja, in the penthouse shithole.

WOMAN: Don't you shits have homes?

(KIDS LAUGHING)

Fokking tsotsis!

(LAUGHTER)

KID: Go back inside!

WOMAN: I like to throw bottles if I got 'em.

Ha! Got one to piss himself once.

That was a good shot. (LAUGHS)

So you the new neighbour or what?

Ja.

And what is it you boys do?

We're cops.

Oh, for fuck sakes.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

Howzit? Griessel.

Be there in 10 minutes. I'm on my way.

Yeah. Yeah. I'll see you.

If the others hear about this--

They won't.

Look, our SARS search turned up nothing

on Reyneke's accounts.

Payments invoiced, cross-referenced, and accounted for.

We must be missing something.

It'd take SARS years to untangle the companies

who own the companies who pay our guys' companies.

So who was Reyneke working for?

Come on, bru. If you want to help, this is it.

I want it all to stop.

It's getting worse and worse.

I don't have any names for you,

but, uh...

Just give me what you have.

(DYLAN COUGHS)

HEIDT: Fun day, was it?

(DYLAN WHEEZING)

Please, baby. I can explain.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

I have some questions, Christine.

Number one, are you fucking this guy?

What?

Are you fucking this guy, yes or--

(WHIMPERING)

No.

CHRISTINE: No, no, no. He's just Sonia's dad.

He didn't do anything.

Please, Anton. I just asked him to watch her.

While your mother was out selling the jewellery I bought you, huh?

And you went out with Jimmy after I said never again.

Never again, right?

I just-- I just-- I needed-- I wanted the money.

Okay. I wanted the money. That's all that it was.

HEIDT: But then what, huh?

What, you're thinking of running, is that it?

Are you trying to leave me?

No! I would-- I would never leave you.

I'm yours.

So sorry. I just...

I have nothing. I mean, look at this fucking place.

and I-- I-- I just wanted my own,

and I just...

I'm sorry. I mean...

Dylan's a nobody.

You're the one that I want.

Only you.

I'm sorry, baby.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I'm so stupid.

If I hear you've been speaking to him again...

you disrespect me like this again...

I'll kill you...

your mother, this piece of shit, Sonia.

all of you.

Do you hear me?

-Mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

(DYLAN WHIMPERS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Some, Some, let's go.

KEYTER: Where the hell are we going?

I got a tip on Reyneke.

His company Viper gets up to the usual shit, you know?

Working for companies, owned by companies,

but there's one company-- RooiBlaar--

Reyneke always handles personally.

RooiBlaar? What do they do?

Ah, website says everything from vegan snacks

to salt from the Kalahari.

Heh. Sounds nice.

I don't know if any of it's real.

Checked the CIPC. Lists the last mailing address

to an old farm out at Hou Moed.

Hou Moed. I suppose that's nowhere close to the Kalahari.

Yeah. So worth taking a look.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Shit. It's Genge, Can you grab that?

Colonel. Jamie here.

-Is Benny there? -Uh, he's driving.

Where are you guys headed?

A farm out in Hou Moed.

A shell company called RooiBlaar owns it.

We reckon it'll connect to the shit missing

-in Reyneke's safe. -Okay, great.

That's good to hear.

Make sure you ask Benny to call me when you guys get there, okay?

Roger that.

Genge, man.

He sounded, I don't know, like he didn't want us to go.

You notice him acting strange lately,

like jumping on the corruption stuff,

handling it all himself.

Not Them, bru. He's not like that.

No, you're right. Course you're right.

I don't think anyone's home, eh?

Looks kind of sketchy.

That's just-- no fucking signal here.

Ben, I'm serious, man. You don't know who's in there.

Hurry up, bru.

Fuck...

Keep up, Keyter.

KEYTER: I am not sure about this, bru.

Let's come back with a team, proper warrant, the works.

Benny, we don't know what we're walking into.

I know you don't want to think it,

but say this place means something,

say it is what Reyneke was hiding.

Ben, come on, man.

Let's come back when we're better prepared, yeah.

Hey! Are you jas?

You've got Anna and Carla to think about.

Fuck's sakes, man, just give me a second.

Stop!

Listen. We don't have to go in there, bru.

-I fucking said it, Ben. -You said it, man.

I... I wanted us to leave.

Listen. A bullet to the back of the head's gonna look suspicious, bru.

At least front on, you can, uh--

you can make something up, eh?

Okay. Okay. Just t-turn around slow.

(GUNSHOT)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(KEYTER GAGS)

(GROANING)

(GASPING)

(COUGHS)

MPAYIPHELI: If you could open up a restaurant,

like, any type of a place,

what kind of place would you pick?

SOMEGUY: Why would I open a restaurant?

It's a game. Okay, never mind.

You know, my uncle used to have a shebeen.

He roasted chickens, smilies, even fresh bread.

We used to go there and just watch the soccer.

Something like that.

He's normally at the shisa nyama until the afternoon.

Okay. Will he be alone?

Go home. We're done.

Someone check the ice box for me

I want to know that my beer's cold

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

That'll do, I think.

You are a hard man to find.

You harmed a friend of mine.

You will appreciate that she was not the intended target.

You sent boys, children.

(GUN COCKS)

MADIKIZA: I train my hunters young.

You must fight well to take on a man like Reyneke.

I have no idea who took that little boy.

Whoever did

has kept it a secret this long,

and that takes power.

and the only way to attain such power

in this city is through fear,

and who will fear a man who allows a stranger

into his business to kill as he pleases?

That doesn't send the right message.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(MPAYIPHELI GASPING)

We could've done such wonders together...

Hunter

(GROANING)

(INGE BECKMANN'S "KORRELTJIE SAND" PLAYING)

(SINGING IN AFRIKAANS)