Original subtitles

- [Ella] Fuck that. - [Gabe] Hey.

I'm not staying here.

[Gabe] You could have been killed by one of those cops.

[glass shatter]

I didn't believe it actually exists.

Both of you, get the hell out!

That girl Gwyneth... A thorn in your side?

[Gwyneth] School gossip can be quite the annoyance.

That bitch.

- [beep] - [Lolo] Pity we never got to hang out.

[Ella] I'm pretty badass over there.

Yeah. I don't know if I want to be rolling with a fugitive.

This is Springbok. We have an MIA.

[Ella] Let me go. You're hurting me.

Close that fucking door.

Ella...

I'm the CIA Station Chief for South Africa.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, you wouldn't be the first woman

to balance a demanding job with parenting.

Just saying.

Well, the thing is, with Kwame, we just recently found a rhythm, you know.

Look, I'm already pretty busy as it is.

[phone ringing]

What?

- [phone continues ringing] - It's my stepdaughter.

She never calls me.

One second.

Hey, Ella.

This is a pleasant surprise.

I'm looking for my dad.

He's not answering his phone.

I'm not with him.

Is everything okay? Do you need any help with anything?

Just tell him I'm looking for him.

[phone line dies]

What a brat!

And this is why I'm never having kids.

Speaking of which, how is Gabe?

Still making me feel guilty for the job.

But maybe this move to South Africa might be good for the both of us.

Well, here's to Station Chief.

If I take it.

[explosion]

[people scream and alarms go off]

[ear buzzing, Diane coughing]

[ominous music]

Keisha.

Keisha.

Keisha.

Keisha!

Somebody help me, please!

Somebody help me, please!

[Ella] Leave me alone!

[Gabe] Ella, I'm not in the mood for your attitude!

[Ella] Why don't you just get out of my life and leave me alone?

[Gabe] Ella Gardner. I'm talking to you. Look at me when I'm talking to you!

- [door bangs] - Hey!

We did not buy this house

for you to go slamming the doors all over the place!

You didn't buy this house!

Open this door!

What?

[Gabe] I mean, do you even realise how much trouble you're causing?

Do you think that me and Diane like

running around Johannesburg looking for you?

It's not like you asked me what I actually wanted.

- Wha... - This is not my home.

I don't want to be here or go to that bougie school.

Hey! Hey!

I want my mom. I want my friends.

I want my life back.

Hey! Calm down.

I don't want Kwame hearing this.

That's fine, because Ella was just getting ready for school.

- No, I'm not! - Yes, you are!

Guys!

Ella, pick up that book bag and go downstairs.

Now!

[Gabe scoffs]

[Gabe] Unbelievable.

Why the hell would you tell her that you work for the CIA?

[Gabe scoffs]

♪ Who we are is all that matters ♪

♪ We are far from stones and daggers ♪

♪ We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the... We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the... We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the... We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the... ♪

♪ Who we are is all that matters ♪

[news reporter] Breaking news.

The notorious terror group known as Susuman's Army...

- [horns going off] - ...has claimed responsibility

for the explosion, which left a crime

scene in Dar es Salaam earlier this week.

And in entertainment news,

Afrobeat's megastar, General Kalakuta is still...

Howzit, boss?

Sure, boss.

No vehicle is allowed to pass this point.

They will have to walk up.

[Wynand] That's strange. What's going on?

Sorry, boss. I'm just a messenger.

Well, you heard the man.

Time for a nice walk, kids.

No.

This is just really ridiculous.

Have a nice walk, Kwame.

[upbeat music]

[security] Please open your bag.

[scanner beep]

[security] Please. If you cooperate, this will go much quicker.

Maybe it was a bomb scare.

I heard some dumbass did something with the security systems.

But Mensah going all Dangerous Minds on us is a little much.

What's Dangerous Minds?

Nothing. Forget it.

Why are you being so awkward?

I'm not.

What were you and Dad shouting about?

Me and Aunty Noks could hear you all the way in the kitchen.

- [scanner beeps] - It's nothing.

Was it about you ditching school?

Shh.

Not so loud, dude.

Jeez.

Someone's paranoid.

[upbeat music]

Ella?

I thought that was you.

Hey, Greta.

What happened?

You missed me? Having second thoughts?

Or get busted by my parents.

Ouch.

Well, it's good to see you, my friend.

Did we decide we're friends?

Oh, Ella...

I just love your dark American sense of humour.

[chuckles]

[speaks isiZulu] Oh, wow. Look at you!

[speaks English] Back from America so soon?

I'm sure jet lag has got your ass.

- Long story. - Mm-hmm.

I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm...

I know who you are, Greta.

[Ms Mensah over intercom] I'm sure you're all wondering about

the long queue you had to endure

when entering the school premises.

Unfortunately, there has been a breach of our school security protocol...

by a student...

who used the key card of a staff member...

Oh, no. Mensah knows it was you.

- [Ella] Shh. - And I am an accomplice.

- [Greta] My life is over. - [Lolo] Oh, my God!

Of course it was you.

- [Ella] Shh. - [Greta] And me.

Jesus, Greta.

[Lolo] Wait.

Ijemma got you out with the staff's key card.

Now, Mensah is on the hunt for basically the both you.

And me. The three of us.

Technically, yes.

Greta, are you crying?

What are you going to do?

I mean, you can't rat out Ijemma or you're dead.

I'm just gonna lay low.

It's never going to work.

Mensah never lets anything go.

Maybe there's something that could cover my tracks.

My class is that way.

[indistinct chatter]

[Ella clears throat]

[Ella] Um. Hi.

[Ella] Excuse me.

Is this guy serious?

Excuse you.

Jeez, sorry, your royal highness.

Come on, [speaks isiZulu] babe.

What an ass.

It's just Noko Ratshivelani.

I think I have an idea of how we can avoid Mensah's wrath.

Yeah? What is it?

Yankee twat.

- Been looking for you. - [tense music]

Uhm. Really?

- Looking for me? - Quiet.

Did Mensah speak to you?

No, I think we're in the clear.

Most importantly, I better be in the clear.

Mensah's been on my case.

That key card better stay away from my name.

You hear me?

Hey, Ijemma.

- How's it going? - No time for small talk.

Don't snitch. Got that?

Yeah, hey.

- You've got problems, girl. - Help.

Meet me at the groundskeeper's building after school.

[speaks isiZulu] Bye.

[teacher] Should former colonial powers offer

reparations for their past atrocities?

Books and think pieces have been written.

But I want to know your thoughts.

Now, what...

Thank you for joining us, Gwyneth.

[indistinct dialogue]

Move, Hamid.

It seems like someone doesn't know how to keep their mouth shut.

Guess that makes two of us.

[Gwyneth grunts]

See what I did there?

Listen, new girl.

You may think you know how things are run here...

I never said that.

You've messed with the wrong person.

Maybe your energy would be better spent being a better friend.

[teacher] Ella?

Perhaps you should tell us your thoughts

on the reparations to former colonies instead of chitchatting.

Um...

Well...

I pretty much think that the West should fully pay for their past atrocities.

They've stripped African countries of their resources

and is a historical bully that stands on the labour and exploitation

of other nations without the decency to have given

compensation for what's been taken.

[teacher] Yes, Gwyn.

Whilst there is merit in Ella's pedestrian line of thinking,

I mean, we need to think a little bit more complex.

We cannot deny the horrendous treatment of Africans all those centuries ago.

Maybe if current African governments were more structurally organised

and less financially corrupt, they'd have higher education rates,

more robust and entrepreneurial driven economies

and wouldn't rely on the teat of countries like the UK, for example.

- The 'teat'? - [Gwyneth] Mm-hmm.

Well, maybe you should consider that some

of the corruption you're talking about

comes from years of mental enslavement, from your so-called tit homeland,

who've created false concepts of scarcity and backhand deals

that encourage corruption.

[sigh] Alright.

While we're on the topic of resources and organisation,

why don't we talk about how you are responsible for

all the Third World security chaos on campus?

[teacher] That's enough, Gwyn.

I'm sorry, sir.

We cannot solely blame Western countries.

Africans, and might I add

African Americans, need to figure it out and not sew havoc and discord.

[class] Oooh.

I'll sew havoc when I whoop that ass.

[teacher] Okay. Okay.

Okay.

You asshole.

[suspenseful music]

- You're late. - Sorry, I got lost.

Anyway, it's like an underground known thing

that Ijemma has some kind of deal with the staff

to access certain parts of the school.

And people use it to have sex, to hide stuff, or to leave campus.

That is until your parents turned the whole school upside down

- yesterday looking for you. - [knock on door]

[knock on door]

[speaks isiZulu] Don't worry.

She's good.

[speaks isiZulu] Hello.

[speaks isiZulu] She doesn't speak isiZulu.

[speaks isiZulu] Come in.

[drawer closing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[paper rattle]

Whose card was it?

Her.

That's whose card we need to get rid of.

[groundskeeper sighs]

[line ringing]

[speaks isiZulu] Hello, Precious.

Where are you?

No, no, no. Wait right there.

There's someone here who wants to speak to you.

[speaks English] What's your name?

Ijemma.

[groundskeeper] Oh.

Ijemma.

Okay.

[speaks isiZulu] Alright then.

Go.

You'll find her outside.

[speaks isiZulu] Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

- Where is Ijemma? - [Ella] Doesn't matter.

We know that you guys have a keycard ring going.

Prove it.

I'm the one who used your card yesterday.

And if I tell Mensah that I got it from Ijemma,

who got it from you, then we're all screwed, right?

What do you want?

I need that card to go missing on record.

Tell Ijemma my fee has gone up

and if she messes with my job again, we're done.

Thanks, Precious.

Dad, I've got this girl at school. She can handle it.

Of course, it's my problem, Dad.

No, Dad. No, I don't need another horse.

No.

[call ends]

[sighs]

[players shouting]

Okay.

[players shouting]

[players cheer]

Come on.

[players cheer]

Time, time, time.

Hi.

Hi, Jonas!

Hi, Noko!

I'm Greta Steyn.

I'm a year below you.

I'm in your upcoming school play as an understudy.

Cool? I didn't know we even had understudies.

I know you're busy and all, so I'll get to the point.

Uhm.

I thought I might appeal to you

as the director of the play

to reconsider me, to be part of the chorus.

Oh. Uhm.

Not that this is relevant, but...

I have the whole script memorised, and I've seen the film five times. So...

you don't have to worry about any mess ups.

Yeah, but can you sing or act?

Of course I can.

Well, Grace?

We've already cast the play, so maybe next time.

Or figure out what other value you can bring to the table.

I hope you don't mean...

sexually.

- [Noko] Whoa. - [Jonas chuckles]

No, no, no, no.

[chuckles] Okay, good.

Because that was never going to happen.

Uhm. But...

I... uhm.

I do have some juicy gossip that might appeal to you,

if that's value enough?

What kind of gossip?

I'll tell you, if you let me be in the chorus.

You've got nothing.

Trust me. I do.

Okay, fine. Sure.

I'll see what the rest of the production team says.

Really?

[Jonas] Only if you got something interesting to spill.

You have to promise not to tell.

Uhm.

Sure. Promise.

[upbeat music]

Damn! [chuckles]

That's hectic.

- What? - I'll tell you later.

This is between us.

But it's true.

Helluva secret you got there, Grace.

It's Greta.

You guys aren't going to tell anyone, are you?

Seriously though, guys.

Seriously.

[upbeat music]

[coach] Okay. Fast feet.

Blue!

Okay. Fast feet.

Fast feet.

Blue!

Okay. Fast feet.

Blue.

Okay. Fast feet.

Yellow.

[all laugh]

Hey, guys, let's stretch.

[Greta] Do you think we should confess to Mensah?

I mean...

she's going to track you down

and then track me down and then my parents will know.

Whoa, Greta.

Relax. No one's confessing anything, okay?

I'm handling it.

Hey!

Do you guys ever just stop talking?

With all due respect, Lolo, it's a free country.

Talking is a right.

- No. - [whistle]

No, it's not.

[coach] Okay, guys, let's take a lap around the field.

[class grumbles]

[Ella sighs]

[speaks isiZulu] Jeez.

What was that about?

We got into it in class, and I made her look bad.

Oh, now that I think about it, Ella,

you probably shouldn't have told Ijemma

about Gwyn and Lee getting it on in the bathroom.

Seems like trouble.

Oh, my God. What?

Ow.

Oh, I thought you told him already.

No, no, only you and Ijemma know.

Wait, wait. Did I just hear you correctly, Greta?

What is wrong with you, Greta?

If that ever got out,

it would be the biggest secret since everyone found out about

Nicholas Rossi's dad sleeping with Mrs Naidoo.

- You think it's that big of a secret? - Duh.

Gwyn's reputation would be tarnished.

I wouldn't go around spreading that if I was you.

Of course not.

Okay. See you guys later.

I don't want your juju to rub off on me.

[message alert]

[tense music]

[Miss Mensah] Please, Ella...

sit.

[suspenseful beat]

I know it's only day two, but tell me,

how are you finding Indwe?

Um.

It's alright.

Fine.

You know, Ella, I have been headmaster here for the last seven years.

One of my proudest achievements,

aside from the academic prowess of our students,

is the fact that we keep them safe.

And you, on your very first day,

chose to violate that safety by sneaking off campus.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

I've had parents threatening to remove their children

and charge the school with endangering their lives.

Because of you, I've wasted valuable resources hiring extra security.

I was this close to expelling you.

I'm sorry.

[suspenseful music]

You will wear this every lunchtime to sort out recyclable rubbish

until further notice.

Okay.

Thanks, Mensah.

Not so fast, Ella.

[tense music]

That keycard you used,

it belonged to one of our cleaning staff.

- Precious Mabunda. - [ominous music]

Either you stole it

or someone gave it to you.

Was it Precious?

Or perhaps someone like Ijemma Egbe?

Which one is Ijemma again?

That card was never reported lost or stolen.

This means that Precious gave it to you.

And if she did, she won't only lose her job,

she might face criminal charges.

I found the card on the ground near the toilets.

Are you sure it wasn't reported missing?

You seem like a good kid, Ella.

You don't want to get mixed up with someone like Ijemma.

Trust me.

She's been known to align herself

with individuals, to conspire in unsavoury behaviour.

What do you mean?

Oh, I know she has a whole operation going.

And when I find out who's involved,

there will be...

consequences.

But I promise I found the card.

♪ A million of us, a million of us ♪

♪ There's a million of us, a million of us ♪

♪ There's a million of us, a million of us ♪

But it says it was reported missing.

♪ There's a million of us, a million of us ♪

♪ There's a million of us, a million of us ♪

- ♪ That's why we come like the rain ♪ - ♪ There's a million of us ♪

♪ A million of us ♪

[boy] Whooo!

♪ There's a million of us, a million of us ♪

♪ We come hard ♪

- ♪ That's why we come like the rain ♪ - ♪ There's a million of us ♪

♪ There's a million of us, a million of us ♪

♪ One million... ♪

[book thuds]

Watch it.

Shit. Sorry.

Let me help.

[chuckles] Yo, Ella.

[chuckles] Oh, wow.

Don't take it off on my account.

Looks good on you.

Ha, ha. Funny.

Here.

You know you still owe me, right?

Yeah. For being kicked out at the Red Light District.

Snap. I didn't mean to...

Don't worry. Ijemma likes busting balls as a hobby. So...

But thanks for the drawing.

I like the way you...

I like the way you captured my eyes.

[upbeat music]

So which bin does my glass bottle go into?

Blue or green?

- Just give it to me. - Oh, wait.

It looks like I'm not finished drinking.

[gulps]

Ben...

don't be such a dick.

Screw you, Noko.

[bottle thuds]

Don't mind him.

He's lost a couple of brain cells playing rugby.

Clearly.

Wait.

Aren't you that new American girl that everyone's talking about?

And you're the locker lover boy from earlier.

Don't mind that. It was nothing.

Didn't look like it to me.

So... where in the States are you from anyway?

California.

Ooh. Cali sunshine!

Can I call you Sunshine?

No.

[Ijemma] Wanker...

don't you have some other poor mindless soul to add to your fan club?

Ah, Ijemma.

Check you later, Sunshine.

So, I see you didn't snitch me out to Mensah.

That's not how I roll.

Well, good looking out, fam.

Anyway, good luck with cleaning up all this shit.

Gwyn, my favourite homegirl.

[Gwyneth] Ijemma. Yay.

I would advise your highness not to test my patience. Yeah?

Tick-tock!

[Ijemma coughs]

Bloody hell.

No wonder you're all sour pusses.

You're torturing your bodies with all this bland shit.

That bitch.

What is she talking about, Gwyn?

[Gwyneth stammering]

She wants me to drop the toilet fight.

It's not going to happen.

Ella!

Ella!

Wait up.

How was your second official day at Indwe?

Yeah, well...

Mensah has made it a point to permanently embarrass me.

Did I tell you she is also making me write an essay about

how I'll be a more responsible citizen on campus?

That's hectic.

Oh. Do you want to hang this weekend?

Can't. I'm grounded.

[Greta] Um.

[Greta] Um.

Ella... I have something that I need to tell you.

Yeah?

What is it?

Actually, it can wait.

Alright.

I'll see you Monday.

♪ The pigs get so fat off a strange fruit ♪

♪ That they make sure with their hands up like they ain't do nothing ♪

♪ Body cams can't prove nothing ♪

♪ Guilty from the word go, innocent never been me ♪

♪ Never been sweeter than syrup ♪

♪ Honestly never been free ♪

♪ Black woman planted that tree ♪

♪ Black woman carried that seed, Black woman buried that baby ♪

♪ Black woman made me, God have mercy ♪

♪ Why you bring out the worst in me? Like you can't never hurt me ♪

♪ And that ain't even the worst thing ♪

♪ Can it be that I hate it here, I hate it here, yo, I hate it here ♪

♪ Every day I think a way I wanna disappear ♪

[phone ringing]

[Nia voicemail] Hey, baby, I tried calling.

[Nia voicemail] Answer your phone.

[phone ringing]

[phone chimes]

[Nia voicemail] Please get back to me.

- I really miss you. - [phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[Nia voicemail] Ella Makeba Gardner.

- Please take my calls. - [phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

HEY BABY PLEASE ANSWER

[phone chimes]

I JUST CAME FROM VISITING YASEEN

[phone ringing]

[phone chimes]

[Shurnel over the phone] What you doing?

Just woke up.

Where are you at?

[Shurnel] At the mall with Dom.

Hey, Dom.

[Dom] Wassup, Ella?

Hey, can you check up on my mom for me?

[Shurnel] Is she okay?

Yeah. I just want to make sure she's fine.

Even though I'm still mad at her.

Okay, I'll call her.

But you know who you should be mad at?

It's New Wife for stopping your flight.

Yaseen has a court date.

Shit's really not looking good for him, girl.

Yeah, I know.

I need to come up with a new plan to get back home.

[Shurnel] What are you gonna do, El? Sort out the legal system?

Might as well see what else the motherland has to offer.

Get yourself some of that Shaka Zulu. [grunting]

Have fun on your date.

It's not a date. We're friends.

Okay, if you say so.

Bye, Dom.

- [Dom] Catch you later, El. - [dialler dies]

[sizzling]

[sniffs] Mmm.

Okay. Who wants some eggs and bacon?

Huh?

Okay.

So... how was school yesterday, El?

A little bit of plastic and paper sorting on campus?

[chuckles]

Thanks for allowing the embarrassing punishment.

Yeah, well, it was either that or get expelled.

Then you would have had the real South African experience.

You know, with blazers and black leather shoes.

It's all punishment to me.

[Kwame] No, no, no.

Uniforms?

Gross. Uh-uh. No.

[Gabe giggles]

Oh, speaking of which, can you please stop punishing your mom?

'Cause she says you're not answering her calls.

- [phone vibrates] - Yeah, sorry, guys.

And speaking of which,

can I get my bacon and eggs in my room? You know?

Yeah. Last time I checked, this wasn't The Grand Hotel Gardner.

I really don't feel like talking to her right now.

Well, at least say hello to her?

You know, even if you are mad at her.

I'm mad at both of you!

[Gabe scoffs]

I'm a prisoner of my own life.

Yeah, well, then you shouldn't have done what you did.

Do I at least get yard time?

Can we go to an historical site?

The park?

Since I'm new to the country?

And worry about you making a great escape like you're Jason Bourne?

Yeah, right.

What happened to spending quality time together?

[Gabe chuckles] Child, please.

You are grounded. Okay. You are 15 years old.

Learn your boundaries.

[Diane sighs] Hey, guys.

[Gabe] Hey!

Gabe, why are you still in your pyjamas?

It's almost 12.

Because it's Saturday, and we have the right to be bums.

But you're supposed to be getting ready. We're going to be late.

Late for what?

For that fundraiser cocktail party.

Oh, my God. Is that today?

This is for you to wear today.

Do you have anything else?

Well, you could always pull out your Kente cloth again.

[Diane and Gabe chuckle]

Okay. Honey,

I... seriously, I'm not in the mood for being a celebrity husband today, okay?

I just can't do it.

- Look at me. - Honey, please.

Please, please, please.

Please be a team player.

Please. It's the British Ambassador's party.

You know I have to show face.

Plus...

you know she loves you.

I mean, what can I say?

Catherine does have really good taste.

- Mm. - Mm.

- [kiss] - Okay.

- Yes, she does. - Okay. I yield, I yield, I yield.

But can you promise me that we will please have a normal family outing soon?

None of this cloak and dagger stuff.

Promise.

- Hm? - I promise.

- You sure? - Mm-hmm.

- I'll hold you to that. - Promise.

I might need a bit more convincing.

- Get ready. - Right now?

You sure? Okay. Alright.

- Hurry up. - I'm not going to have a good time.

No.

You were supposed to get that report to the Prime Minister's Office by Thursday

like I specifically asked.

I don't care if you wait in that treaty meeting all day, Oliver.

Get it done now or it's your arses.

Don't make me look bad.

Oh, you look absolutely gorgeous.

I told you that colour would look great against your pale skin.

Thank you, Mother.

Did you sort that thing out

- for Ijemma's dad? - Not now, darling.

I don't have capacity for such things.

Please.

I need you to take care of it.

Or what?

Your little friends at school

will write nasty things about you on the toilet walls?

Let's be clear here.

I'm not the bad guy.

Using my diplomatic ties for your sexual indiscretions

is not in my job description.

Catherine...

be nice.

You look beautiful, my dear.

Thank you, Papa.

Oh, why do you have to be such a...

Please. Help me.

I cannot have everyone find out what I did.

I would think you'd be more mindful of how you conduct yourself.

I raised you better than that.

Oh, Gwynnie.

I'm not here to save you, my dear child.

You're on your own.

[Gwyneth] Mm-hmm.

Now, let me see that smile.

Heaven, help us.

[upbeat music]

[Gabe] I could have driven us.

I hate having these drivers.

How are people supposed to know we're fancy?

Just have fun, honey.

[indistinct chatter]

High Commissioner,

how lovely to see you.

I wouldn't miss it. Thanks for having us.

Commissioner. Excuse me.

And is this your lovely daughter?

Forgive my manners. Yes, this is my daughter, Gwyneth.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Adeyemi.

Is that Yoruba?

Yes. Why, well done.

- You know your Yoruba, eh? - Yes.

Well, I've been to Nigeria a few times and I must say that I have

such admiration for its rich culture and linguistic diversity.

It truly is an amazing place.

It really is.

I, for one, would love to spend some real quality time there

when the opportunity presents itself.

And Nigeria will be lucky to have

such an impressive young lady as yourself there.

It is such a shame what is happening with one of my favourite musicians,

General Kalakuta.

I was just discussing it with my mother.

Something must be done urgently about his situation.

Isn't that right, Mama?

Absolutely.

Something must be done.

She was saying that she's going to make it

her personal responsibility to free him of his visa issue.

Catherine, as always, you are such a gem.

He's our pride and joy.

And in fact, my constituency has just brought it up with me.

Well, as I say,

Nigeria is one of our most valued relationships.

Anything I can do to assist rapper Kalakuta, I'll do so with pleasure.

Wonderful.

How nice of my daughter to take such a vested interest in Nigerian matters.

Oh, wow...

that there is Gundo Ratshivelani, one of the richest men in Africa.

[Ella] Oh, his kid is hella annoying.

[Gabe] Oh, there we go.

- [Diane] Get it together, you three. - [camera clicks]

Oh, food.

Oh, here come our hosts.

- This is Gwyneth Farthing's house? - [Gabe] Mm-hmm.

- Hello, Gabe. - Hey, lovely to see you.

And, of course, your lovely wife.

- Diane. - Diane. Yes, of course.

- My brain is absolute jelly today. - [Gabe chuckles]

So glad you could make it.

Diane? State Department treating you well?

Yes, thank you.

You see? My memory isn't a complete sieve.

Oh, I saw your colleague, Marsha Brock, roaming around here earlier.

I'll have to find her and say hello.

And how is my favourite author doing?

No complaints here.

And when can we expect your next masterpiece?

We're all waiting with bated breath.

You must get this all the time.

Well, soon, I hope.

I'm actually in the middle of something at the moment.

I knew it. I can't wait.

[Gabe chuckles]

Oh, excuse me one moment.

See you in a bit, honey.

And I believe our daughters are at the same school now?

Yes. My lovely daughter, Ella, just moved here from California.

I trust Gwyneth's been on best behaviour

and is showing you the lay of the land?

Yes.

[Catherine] Oh, darling, why don't you show Ella around now?

Introduce her to some of the young crowd

so she doesn't get bored with us old farts.

[all chuckle]

I'd love to know where the bathroom is.

Of course.

Go on, Ella. Have a good time.

[upbeat music]

♪ Bubble gum square round, but I still throw hands ♪

♪ Bitch don't try me... ♪

Don't speak to me for the rest of the party.

- You read my mind. - Mm-hmm.

♪ Ain't got time for the bullshit ♪

♪ Only got time for the new shit... ♪

Gwyn.

In all the years I've known you, I've never seen you in a suit.

I'm just trying to blend in.

You're just showing off.

Any news on Gundo?

Look, I know how you feel about him and Susuman.

But, so far, there's nothing linking Gundo to Susuman and the bombings.

He's been above board.

I need concrete evidence, Itchy.

A paper trail, a name, a loose end, something.

- We're running out of time. - [suspenseful music]

I'll keep digging.

But he's got good housekeeping.

That's my cue to exit.

No more excuses. Find out more.

Madam Ambassador.

Marsha.

What's Alex Bowen doing here?

I just asked him the same question.

[Marsha] I hope you guys aren't up to something, Diane.

Just remember,

Gundo holds the keys to Congolese mining rights.

We need him on our side.

Don't go jeopardizing trillions of dollars

that could go into the American economy.

I'm just here for the free lunch and drinks.

We should be hosting this.

I've had it with this cheap British pageantry.

Fuck this cucumber sandwich shit.

[Diane chuckles]

Farthing is snooping around.

She wants to know who the new CIA Station Chief is.

[British accent] Mum's the word.

[British accent] Alright, ma'am.

[glass clicking]

- [Catherine] Gather round, everyone! - [young girls] Whoo-hoo!

- Dude! - You bet!

- Shots. - Oh, no.

[Catherine] I am passionate about the importance of education...

You guys ready?

[Catherine] ...and how it can change the lives of children.

- Because of your contributions... - [Gwyneth groans]

I am pleased to say that we have raised

five and a half million rand.

[crowd cheering]

It's wonderful. Wonderful.

I would like to acknowledge the Nigerian High Commissioner,

Mr. Niyi Adeyemi...

[crowd cheering]

...and the Greek Foreign Minister...

[message alert, frantic typing]

EVERYONE TALKING. ABOUT THIS GWYN AND LEE THING.

[Catherine in distance] And how could I forget

my counterpart, US Ambassador Marsha Brock.

[message alert, frantic typing]

SOMEONE SPILT THE

WTF?!! WHO???

[frantic typing, message alert]

UHHMM...

[message alert]

- [Noko] Little Miss Sunshine. - [line ringing]

I'm surprised to see you here.

Can't miss a good party.

Sorry, I just need to take this call.

[Catherine in distance] ...in African education.

Governments across the continent have recognised the significance...

- of investing in their human capital... - Oh, thank you.

[Catherine] ...and they have taken commendable steps.

[line continues ringing]

Well, enjoy.

[line continues ringing]

[Greta over the phone] Ella?

Did you put Gwyn's business out with everybody else?

[Greta] I'm so sorry, Ella. I meant to tell you.

Are we still friends?

Jesus, Greta.

And finally, our guest of honour,

Mr. Gundo Ratshivelani, who generously donated

two and a half million rand.

[crowd applauds] Whooo!

[suspenseful music]

For your generosity, the British people would like to present you with a gift.

Gundo, my friend, please join me.

[crowd cheering]

[crowd ululating]

- [crowd ululating] - Yeah!

I need a break from being a host.

Yeah. What's the point of this party again?

[Gwyneth] You know, the usual.

[phones chime]

-DID YOU HEAR -GWYN LEE

-AT SCHOOL -BLOWING

-HOLY CRAP -DID YOU HEAR?

♪ F you ♪

-THAT BITCH -HYPOCRITE

- OMG! - POOR NAZLI

-SAME SEX BATHROOMS ALL THE WAY -WTF!!!

♪ Oh, F you ♪

Oh, shit!

[Gwyneth chuckles]

Gwyn?

What the hell is this about?

It's bullshit. I don't know what it is.

Gwyn?

Probably just Jonas making stuff up.

Jonas?

Yes, Jonas.

Baby, I got your favourite. What's wrong?

- Explain this. - Oh, Lee, tell her it's not true.

- What? - What's this about?

Lee!

I...

Baby, listen. Uhm...

You fucking bitch!

Baby!

Nazli, wait!

Guys, I'm not feeling well. I might have eaten something bad.

[Gabe] Oh, really?

Honey, I'm sorry. Maybe we should head home?

Go see if you can find Kwame.

Okay. I'll be right back.

[Gundo] ...worthy cause. Salut!

[crowd] Whooo!

Yeah!

Alright, show's over, everyone!

Just mind your own bloody business.

Bitch.

- Kwame. - Wait, wait. Gwyn.

[screams]

[all gasp]

♪ You gon' catch these hands ♪

[Nia voicemail] Ella, I know things feel a little chaotic right now,

but I wanted to do what's best for you.

[water dripping]

I'm sorry I told you it was only for a couple of months.

You would have never left if you knew it was longer.

Give your new home a chance.

I love you and I miss you.

Please call me back when you're ready.

[knock on door]

[Diane] Ella?

It's me.

Can you open the door, please?

[knock on door]

Ella, please.

[door opens]

I slipped.

Look, I get it.

These people, this world...

it can be a bit much sometimes.

Even I get overwhelmed.

I know what it's like to feel out of place and alone.

But we all learn to grow and adjust.

Making friends can be hard, but once you do, you'll be alright.

Not like I asked to be here.

Well, you can't be 'hyphy' in Oakland forever.

It doesn't feel right that my friend's back home in jail.

And it's all my fault.

I just want to go home.

- Maybe I can help you out with that. - [ominous music]

Maybe I can also help your friend.

I just need you to help me with a little something first.

[Ella] What do you mean?

Have you heard the name Susuman?

The terrorist, right?

Mm-hmm.

That boy...

Noko. Is that his name?

We believe that Noko's dad might be able to lead us to Susuman.

And you can help, Ella.

How?

How's it going with Noko?

Diane, Noko and I have literally nothing in common.

So how do I audition for Sarafina?

[Greta] You can't.

[Noko] I've got to go. Later, Sunshine.

What's the deal with Noko, anyway?

[Lolo] Little Mr CEO is on such a tight schedule,

he might get burnout before 16.

[Ella] I think I'm going on a date.

Whooo!

[Lolo] So it's going to be you, Dawoud, and ol' Wynand, huh?

Your plus one is on another level.

I know, right? I might as well be a prisoner.

I don't know why you keep walking around here

like living with us is some sort of torture.

At exactly what point did you notice I wasn't there tonight?

[Dawoud] I think you're pretty badass.

You know what you have to do, El.

[helicopter whirling]

♪ Who we are is all that matters ♪

♪ We are far from stones and daggers ♪

♪ We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the... We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the... We are the tip of the spear ♪

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♪ We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ So little time but she does it under pressure ♪

♪ Living in her mind Is she buggin'? Is it clever? ♪

♪ Maybe it's divine how she's cutting through the weather ♪

♪ We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter 'cause she here now ♪

♪ To make it clear now, ain't no living in fear now ♪

♪ Who am I is a rapper that you hear now ♪

♪ We are the tip of the... ♪

- ♪ Who we are is all that matters ♪ - ♪ Truth only ♪

♪ We are far from stones and daggers ♪

- ♪ United we stand, divided we fall ♪ - ♪ We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the... We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the... We are the tip of the spear ♪

♪ The tip of the spear, the tip of the spear... ♪