04x01 - Beware of Things Buried

[bunniefuu]

[suspenseful music plays]

[tone plays and rises]

[camera shutter clicks]

[dialogue inaudible]

[reporters all speaking urgently]

["Amazwi" by Skye Wanda plays]

[ethereal music plays]

[therapist 1] Are you ready
to talk about it yet?

The Molapo trial?

Yes.

["Amazwi" by Skye Wanda continues]

[Puleng gasps]

♪ Okuphila, yeah... ♪

I'm proud of you, Fikile.

You've worked hard to heal.

[Fikile] Thank you.

You've been taking it easy,
like we discussed?

Mm-hmm.

Whoo!

[Fikile] Spain was... relaxing.

Great school. People are all super chill.

[whistle blows]

Back home, I've still been taking it easy.

Although, I might have pushed myself
at prelims.

I don't know, though. Since Spain,
it's just been really weird with my dad.

- Which one?
- Brian.

[girls laughing]

[Fikile] He's still worried
about me swimming again.

♪ Okuphila, yeah... ♪

[therapist 2] As long as it's helping you.

[Fikile] Yes.

Driving lessons
and exercising helps. Yeah.

[smart watch chimes]

[cell phone chimes]

[Fikile] I'm just... [sighs]

I'm just glad it's all over,

so me and my friends can just
finally get back to our normal lives.

A changed version of your normal lives.

Yeah.

All right. Welcome to your new home, man.

Remember, mi casa, su casa.

♪ Okuphila, yeah ♪

[tense music plays]

[bailiff] You may be seated.

[judge] On the charges of kidnapping,
extortion, and human trafficking,

Lisbeth and Matla Molapo,
you are found guilty.

- [crowd exclaims]
- [cameras clicking]

[foreboding music plays]

[therapist 1] Your homework this week,
I'd like you to try something.

Pay close attention
to your thought process

and what you're allowing to bog you down.

Remember, Puleng,
what you've been through...

[sighs] It's not meant to be easy.

But to truly move forward,
you're going to have to let...

Let go of the past.

[camera shutter clicks]

[crowd chattering excitedly]

This isn't over.

[Puleng] I know.

And I have.

Mrs. Molapo, do you have
any words of remorse at this time?

Well, one thing is clear. It looks
like the Khumalo sisters' nightmare

has finally come to a triumphant end.

I'm Ri Edens. Until next time.

[ominous music plays]

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

♪ Blood is thicker, blood is stronger ♪

["Sete" by K.O
featuring Young Stunna, Blxckie plays]

[music fades into distance]

[music continues normally]

My precious Puleng! Girl!

- Hey.
- Yo, Reece!

Bro, expulsion's the worst.
I literally hate my new life.

Tell me about it, huh?

You should come this side.
Just, like, f*ck Parkhurst.

Yeah, f*ck Parkhurst!

- Hey, Chris.
- [cell phone chimes]

Gotta go.

- Bro, do you know who Fiks is bringing?
- I don't know.

But I hope she's been living
under a rock for the past few months, huh?

Keep your head up.

[softly] f*ck.

[drone whirring]

[guests exclaim happily]

[Puleng laughs drunkenly]

[Chris] How's everyone?

[guests cheering] Take it off!
Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!

Take it off! Take it off!
Take it off! Take it off!

Dude. It's BYOB.

It's my house, bitch.

[drone whirring]

Watch out!

[Wendy laughs]

- Hey.
- Got you a gift.

It's, uh, Mariama Bâ, the first African...

Famous writer. I know.

Aren't you supposed
to be on a tight budget?

Barely spent on this party.

- [Puleng grumbles]
- [Lunga sighs]

You could at least pretend
like you're having a good time.

Uh, how's about maybe
you start pacing yourself?

[chuckles dryly]

Wade, have you seen Fiks?

I'm gonna go get a drink.

Ugh, f*ck me. Chris's parties
aren't what they used to be, right?

I mean, you know it's lame
when it's bring your own booze.

But, um, you seem
to be having fun, though.

I guess that comes with the territory.

Being Parkhurst's own celebrity detective?
[chuckles] The superhero.

Can we get a selfie?

[in Afrikaans] Wade, move a bit, please?

[in English] Yeah.

[shutter sound plays]

[Leigh-Anne] Uh, Puleng, are you okay?

[Chris] I bet
they don't have that in Spain.

Well, I bet you... they do.

And you are?

Oh, Lunga. I don't think we've met.

["African Anthem" by Takunda plays]

Wendy Dlamini. You at Parkhurst?

Oh! [chuckles] Good heavens, no.

BT-dubs, your hair is giving
Sarraounia Mangou meets Vogue.

How do you know Sarraounia Mangou?

Oh, you mean
powerhouse Hausa sorceress queen?

Luring heavily-armed French forces
into the bushes without firearms?

If that isn't queendom,
I don't know what is.

- [Chris] Yeah.
- [chuckles] Yeah.

Um, hey, uh, what are you doing
at a high school party, Lunga?

Escorting Puleng, Chris.

Good to meet you, Lunga.

And, Chris, thank you for my present.

Uh, you don't have to open that, um...

- [gasps, chuckles]
- Scandalous.

[Fikile] Hey. [chuckles]

[Fikile moans softly]

Sam.

[gentle music plays]

I want you.

- [music turns ominous]
- [groaning]

[man] Make it look like you want it.

[Sam gasps]

[breath trembles]

- What is it?
- I'm fine.

Let's go inside. [chuckles nervously]

["African Anthem" by Takunda continues]

- [knocking at door]
- Go away, please.

[young man] I don't know if a party
is the best place to look for privacy,

but okay, I will go. [chuckles]

Wait.

Your accent. Where you from?

Oh! Let me guess.

And if I get it right,
then... you have to drink.

Okay, but if you're wrong... you drink.

[chuckles] Okay.

Okay?

[Puleng] Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

[laughing] Congo?

[chuckles] No.

- Damn.
- So, drink.

[cork pops]

[Puleng sighs]

I'm from the tropical country
of carnivals, beaches, and sexy people.

[chuckles softly]

- Can you guess?
- [groans softly]

- No.
- Brazil.

- Brazil!
- You know Brazil?

Yes. Uh, you drink.

- Why?
- For fun.

Okay.

[chuckles] For fun.

[young women chattering]

- [Wade] Oh!
- [gasps]

Oh, sh*t! I'm s-s-so sorry.

S-Sorry to you too.

["B.I.G." by Ewube plays]

Um, I got this thing. You can maybe...

Ew!

[both scoff]

I'm... I'll go to the bathroom.

[Wade] Bathroom, yeah.

Ugh. Like, why
is corrupt principal's son still around?

If I was him,
I'd die before showing my face again.

[woman 1] Literally.

["B.I.G." by Ewube continues]

[Puleng] You're 17?

No.

- No?
- No.

Come on.

♪ The music got me feeling naughty ♪

♪ Got me feeling dirty... ♪

- [Puleng] Your first time in South Africa?
- How do you know?

Well, Cape Town is the go-to
for first-timers.

Guess my eye color.

[Iván] Oh, that's easy.

- [Puleng laughs]
- Brown, like mine.

You... You have a tattoo.

- No.
- You don't?

- [Puleng laughs]
- You...

You should. Because you are a badass.

♪ Passe, passe alors ♪

♪ Passe alors ♪

♪ Passe alors, passe alors ♪

♪ B.I.G. ♪

♪ B.I.G. ♪

- Can I just send you something?
- Sure.

[phone beeps]

- Got it?
- Yep.

[woman] Do you like ciders?

Thank you.

Asanda Makeba.

I know.

Um, my parents and I love
your parents' talk show.

Um... "Remember,
there's always room at the top."

[both] "So never settle for less."

I'm a big fan. Didn't know if you noticed.

I'll let my parents know.
It's not really my kind of thing.

Oh, so when I said "fan," I meant...

[imitates whirring]

- That... that type fan.
- [Asanda laughs]

I actually remember taking a photo of you,

but like two years ago,
at your grade eight mentorship camp.

Oh no, I was so scrawny back then.

Uh, no.

I look a bit different now.
Don't you think?

Mmm.

It's super embarrassing,

but I must admit
I'm kind of a fan of yours too.

[rap music plays in distance]

- Me?
- I think your photography's visceral.

I've been practicing a little.

You have a vintage? Oh, it's beautiful.

Let me take your photo.

Oh, um...

[winding]

- [shutter clicks]
- Beautiful.

[sensual instrumental hip-hop music plays]

Slow down.

[both chuckle softly]

I'm a badass, remember?

[laughing]

[rap music continues playing]

♪ Music in my veins
And that's my therapy ♪

♪ I might just go insane
The way they're stressing me ♪

♪ I carved my own lane
It was my destiny ♪

♪ If you got the pain
Who got the remedy? ♪

♪ Music in my veins
And that's my therapy ♪

♪ I might just go insane
The way they're stressing me ♪

KB Molapo on the b*at!

[people cheer]

[chanting] KB! KB! KB! KB! KB!

[Fikile, softly] Hi.

- Morning.
- Morning.

[Puleng sighs heavily]

So, what happened to our agreement

that you are to text me
every 30 minutes when you're out?

Sorry.

I got distracted.
It's been a while since I felt normal.

I'm glad you had fun, my child.

But we have to stick to protocol
every time you're out and about.

[sighs] Good morning, all.

[in Zulu] As for you...

[in English]...you snored
in my ear the entire night.

I snore? My bad.

- [fridge door slams]
- Siya?

[in Zulu] Yeah. Sorry, Ma.

[in English] But there's still
nothing to eat.

No, I'm going shopping later.

I made porridge.

[Siya sighs softly]

[Thandeka] Your dad's jersey
looks nice on you.

[Lunga in Zulu] Auntie, your interview...

- [in English]...is it not happening now?
- Yes, it is.

Ah, please pray for me, kids.

God knows I need out of consulting.

Also just to give us some time
to slow down a bit.

Okay, I'm out.

Later.

[in Zulu] Puleng, and you?

[English] What happened to you
at the party? I thought you left early.

- Oh! You don't wanna know.
- [phone chimes]

[sighs heavily]

[Lunga's phone clacking softly]

- [Lunga] You looking for something?
- Yes, my phone.

[groans softly]

[radio DJ] Next track is by an underdog
in the music game, KB Molapo.

Bro! Bro, your track's playing.

Yeah, but... but how did Max
get it off my phone?

I... I sent it to him, man.
Yo, check the comments.

Bro! Chris, why the f*ck
would you do that?

Man, your track's k*lling it.

I still sampled the b*at from a track
I didn't have rights for, Chris.

Who cares, man?
People sample sh*t all the time.

Come on.

♪...when I see my parents get arrested ♪

♪ Music is my therapy ♪

[woman on TV] You never get over grief.

It hits you in waves.

But the lows only mean
that there's something bett...

[Brian sighs softly]

Tata, what are we gonna do
with Mom's ashes?

[in Xhosa] I was thinking,
after school ends,

we can go back home and spread them.

And do a cleansing.

[in English] Ready.

Okay.

Let's go.

["Not My Type" by DJ Wifi plays]

♪ Yeah, met this chick about a week ago
Fat ass, tight dress... ♪

[students laugh and chatter]

[Fikile] Welcome to Parkhurst.
You're gonna have so much fun.

There's Wendy. She's going to give you
the official exchange student talk.

[in Spanish] Hello. My name is Wendy.

- I'm here to show you around.
- Thank you very much.

[both laugh]

[engine rumbles]

[Fikile in English] Iván,
I'll see you inside.

- Okay?
- Okay. See you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Looks nice.

- [in Spanish] Yes.
- Where to first?

[Puleng in English] Hey.
You still down for tennis?

Uh, yeah. I texted you last night.
Did you not see?

No, I can't find my phone.

I think I might have left it
at Chris's party.

Okay, um, use the Find-My-Phone app.
Just put in your deets.

Thanks.

[keyboard app clicking]

[cell phone chimes distantly]

You hear that?

[Wendy] And just make sure
that you submit...

Someone left this behind
to make sure I find them again.

You know Iván?

Iván.

As in, Spain Iván?

Yeah, I was going to say something
at the party, but... we got distracted.

[Sam chuckles]

Okay. Let's wrap this tour
after assembly, okay?

And make sure that you wear
your Parkhurst uniform, starting tomorrow.

Okay.

I'll see you inside.

Your...

Iván, you just got here yesterday,

and you guys
are already getting distracted?

- Okay. Wow!
- [Sam chuckles]

[Sam laughs]

This is like
a golden opportunity for us, okay?

Melodies are all the same,
it's all the sa... Like, A-B-C chords.

No one's gonna know about it.

♪ She's quite a catch ♪

♪ Them other girls don't know how to act ♪

♪ It's just my snack ♪

♪ Know you keep looking
Don't know who you're fooling... ♪

- [student wolf whistles]
- [students chatter and laugh]

- Hey, Iván.
- Hey.

- My man.
- How are you?

- Once again, welcome to the Mother City.
- Thanks.

- [Chris] How long you gonna be here for?
- Couple of weeks, yeah.

It's basically like the exchange program
I did in Spain.

- Ah, so he's the mystery guest.
- Yeah.

Okay. Hi, nice to meet you, bro.

Nice to meet you.

You still want this?

[Chris] Hey!

- Hey, what the f*ck? Say sorry, bro.
- For what?

- Your parents being human traffickers?
- Hey, shut the f*ck up.

Like father, like mother, like son.

[KB] You'd better take
that f*cking sh*t back.

[students exclaim]

[woman] Hey, guys!

- [grunting]
- Hey, guys. Stop it.

- [Chris] Cool it!
- [woman] No, stop!

Let's go, let's go.

[KB clicks tongue]

- [Sam] Welcome, man.
- [Fikile] Yeah.

Thanks. [chuckles nervously]

"Any man's death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind,

and therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls,

it tolls for thee."

As the new principal of Parkhurst High,
I promise to instill order.

But in turn,
I expect you to uphold that order.

It begins with thinking
about your fellow classmate,

and how your choice will affect them.

Yes, the bell tolls for each
and every one of you sitting here.

- This quote by John Donne...
- [cell phone vibrates]

...speaks of the essence
of what we should be striving for

here at Parkhurst High.

And as we all near the end of the year,

what legacy do you wish to leave behind?

[Principal Grootboom fades]

[inhales sharply]

[brooding ethereal music plays]

[eerie music playing]

- [Wade] Puleng?
- [music fades]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[Grootboom] This will be
your best story yet.

[brooding ethereal music continues]

Welcome back to Parkhurst. [echoing]

[students applaud]

[school bell rings]

Hey. Did you do this?

What?

[moaning on video]

- Tell me, did you?
- No.

- So then where did this video come from?
- I don't know. I was drunk too.

Drunk or not, you happened to leave out

- the fact you knew who I was.
- What?

Did you come to the party knowing
I'd be there?

Or did you set up the camera
before I got there, like a creep?

I just arrived in Cape Town, okay?

Okay? What kind of person
do you think I am?

I don't f*cking know you.

Yeah, but you had sex
with a person you don't know.

- Maybe I wasn't the only one.
- [gasps]

[students gasp and chuckle]

["Phihli Phohlo" by GP MaOrange plays]

What the f*ck? What happened?

Iván.

[softly] Sorry.



Iván.

You guys had sex?

What's the big deal?

But I just don't know
why she thinks I recorded it.

What?

Yes!

[students whisper excitedly]

Ma'am, there seems to have been
a mistake with my English paper mark.

Well, the class did poorly on average.

[scoffs] I can't fail English, ma'am.

Well, then you're gonna have to focus
next time, ladies.

Ma'am, we're the ambassadors of focus.

Exactly. We demand a re-mark.

"Demand"? [chuckles]

No re-marks. Class dismissed.

- See you later.
- Yeah.

Iván, you don't understand.

Puleng having sex
with a guy that she just met?

Like, that's just not her.

And someone recorded it?

- Are you sure maybe you didn't...
- Come on.

I'm just saying,
Puleng does not need this right now.

- So you're also saying it's my fault?
- I'm not saying that.

Huh. Maybe coming
to Cape Town was a mistake.

Hey, no. No.

Look, you just got here.

Just chill, okay.

Thanks.

Bye.

["Piece of You"
by TNS, Masuda & Han C plays]

- Hey. Hey!
- Hey.

♪ Well, I guess
Everybody wants a piece of you ♪

♪ Oh well, me too... ♪

[softly] Wade.

[distantly] When are you going
to ask me for my number or my...

- [normally] Wade?
- Hmm?

- Wade!
- Hmm? Yeah, s-sorry. What were you saying?

I said, when are you going to ask me
for my number or my Instagram handle?

Now.

♪ I'll give you everything you need ♪

♪ Oh dali ♪

♪ What shall we do? ♪

♪ Oh just tell me now... ♪

No calls after 9:00.

Okay, no... no calls after 9:00.

♪ Oh what shall we do? ♪

♪ Oh tell me now ♪

♪ I wanna know you better ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[exclaims]

[chuckles]

Hey. Hope you're not taking
what that dumbass Bruce said seriously.

[clicks tongue] Maybe he's right, dude.
My parents are traffickers.

Yeah, but you're nothing like them, man.

Listen, um, that song you sampled,

I tracked down
the owner's social media account.

Dude's ancient.
Some of his accounts are older...

I still sampled sh*t
without his permission.

I sent an email
to the address I found on his account.

- It bounced. Dude's probably dead.
- Chris...

But let's just make a little bit of paper
and we'll pay him afterwards.

"Let's"? What do you mean "Let's"?

"Let's!" I'm... I'm your manager now.

Didn't I tell you?

- f*ck, no.
- Listen, this is how it's gonna play out.

- I'm talking club gigs, festivals.
- [whistle blows]

["Pardon My Arrogance"
by Cassper Nyovest plays]

- Hey! Fiks, come on! You got this!
- Let's go!

[Sam] You've got this! Come on!

♪ I used to pay for these snares
and these kicks, now I am selling them ♪

♪ That's a double entendre ♪

♪ I got play money, I'm a monster ♪

♪ Y'all still competin' at Konka
Y'all are left feet to my salsa ♪

♪ Y'all don't stress me, heh la chansa... ♪

[whistle blows]

- Come on, Fiks!
- Get in! Come on!

[blows whistle] Good stuff, ladies.

[Asanda exhales heavily]

Thank you, boo.

[young woman 1] You're supposed
to go easy on us, Asanda.

You know, some of us aren't 100%.

Yeah. Any slower and I might
as well be sleeping in the pool.

- [Fikile] Shh!
- [Asanda chuckles]

[young woman 2]
Someone's bitter they lost again.

Seriously, quiet!

- [Asanda] Fiks, relax.
- [Fikile] I am your senior, okay?

f*ck's sakes, chill.

Are we supposed to pretend

that you aren't getting your ass kicked
in the water just because you got sh*t at?

- [Fikile] What?
- That's enough, guys.

[Fikile] Seriously?

[sighs] Look, it's not that deep.
Just do better.

- [Fikile] It's not that deep?
- [screams]

- [Chris] Fiks!
- [blows whistle]

[intriguing music plays]

- [young woman 2] Are you okay, Asanda?
- Ms. Bhele!

Or is it Khumalo?

I said that's enough, guys!

Wendy, you didn't fail.

With all due respect, sir,
I am an A+ student,

so 65% is a fail.

Hmm.

As for you, Tahira,
you missed a whole page of the questions.

Not that it would have made
much of a difference,

judging from your other answers.

[sighs] It was an honest mistake, sir.
I can rewrite. Please.

[clicks tongue] Well,
that's between you and Mrs. Joffe.

[Grootboom exclaims repeatedly]

[lighthearted music plays]

[pigeon coos]

- [coos]
- [gasps]

If that's all...

[Puleng and Iván moan on video]

Okay, Iván didn't do this.

How could he record you from the door
when you're clearly on top of him?

- I think we should tell Thandeka.
- No.

It'll break her.

I just need to find the original video
and delete it, forever.

I mean, who'd wanna do this to me anyway?

[brooding music plays]

- [Lisbeth] This isn't over.
- [Fikile] Dude?

- Puleng!
- [music fades]

[Puleng sighs]

Lisbeth.

Fiks, remember what she said?

"This isn't over"?

It's Point of Grace.

What about Point of Grace?

We just think they're still after me.

Hey, can... can I ask you
something sensitive?

Do you remember anything
about your time being c*ptive?

Did you take any names maybe?

That sh*t's in the past.

It's just, we can't exactly say why,

but we think Point of Grace
or Lisbeth might still be after Puleng.

- [Puleng] Anything, Sam.
- No.

Well, could you ask your mom
if she knows anything?

f*ck, Puleng! I don't remember anything.

And my mom said
everything she knows in court.

- Maybe we should go see Lisbeth.
- No!

Okay, then how else
are we going to find out?

[moaning on video]

We've done a thorough job
of debriefing Vaans

and getting him to name
all the players in the syndicate.

No offense, Detective,
but you, of all people, should know

that you can't take things at face value.

I know Vaans betrayed you.

He betrayed me too.

Thank you for coming to me with this.

It is essentially child p*rn,
and we take that very seriously.

Child p*rn, human trafficking...

Look, I didn't want to alarm you,
because we are on it.

But Vaans is missing.
His trial is supposed to be next week.

[sinister growling music plays]

Do you think that maybe...

I think we shouldn't jump
to any conclusions yet.

I'll contact you
when we have more information.

Puleng, have you told
your mother about this?

- Is everything ok...
- Everything's fine, Detective.

Thanks.

[Puleng] Please let me go.
Please. Please, just let me go.

Where am I?

Please, please!

No!

[keyboard app clicking]

Trust me on this one, we really need this.

- Please?
- [KB sighs]

I need you to understand
that I don't want to see my parents, dude.

Yeah.

[upbeat pop music plays]

[Wendy] Mom freaked out
and booked me extra lessons.

And yeah, I get it, English is
the first mark that they look at,

but I'm sorry for standing you up.

No worries. Look, Wendy,

even if I do well
in my final English paper,

I'm not sure that it's enough
for that scholarship next year.

Let's see
what the career counselor says first.

- Yeah. Hey, Leigh-Anne.
- Oh, hey!

[Wendy] And suddenly,
staying at school doesn't sound so bad.

- Haters.
- [Tahira] I'll chat to you later, okay?

[Wendy] Bye.

[clears throat] Just some thoughts
on stories I want to cover.

But I'll explain everything to you
in the magazine meeting tomorrow.

- [phone chimes]
- It's the career counselor's office.

[Leigh-Anne] Hmm?

Oh, uh, thanks, Leigh-Anne.

Sorry, I'll... I'll get
to this later. Okay?

Okay.

[sighs]

[sighs dejectedly]

Oh.

[Puleng] Sam's going
through a lot right now, Fiks.

[Fikile] Hmm.

I mean, we all are.
Maybe we should just chill on him a bit.

I get it. I just wish
he would open up to me, you know?

Have you spoken to KB?

Yep. He's not ready
to see his parents, dude.

Matla and Lisbeth will not go
anywhere near us if KB's not there.

Do you think maybe we should go anyway?

Go where?

Oh... just some school thing.

Okay, well, you'll talk about that later.
Come, let's play.

- [softly] Let's go play.
- Ready?

- [Fikile] Oh!
- [Thandeka] Hi!

I thought it was just the four of us.

Yeah. Uh, sorry. He reached out,

and I thought it'd be great
for you guys to spend time together.

We can play doubles, you know,
with an extra substitute.

- You can go first.
- No.

[inaudible]

[tender music plays]

- [Fikile] Glad you came.
- Yeah.

- [Thandeka] Okay.
- [Fikile] Are you ready to get b*at?

- [Thandeka] I'm definitely not losing.
- [Fikile] I'll see about that.

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[ominous music plays]

[phone chimes]

[hopeful classical music plays]

[door opens]

Uh, can you close the door
behind you, please?

[door closes]

Um, I didn't know
there was someone in here.

No, uh... No. Uh, uh, it's... it's cool.

It's cool.

Developing your negatives?

So you do know your photography.

[Pauline] Wait.

- What about IEB papers?
- [man] I can't help you with that.

Those are hard copies,
not digitals like the prelim papers.

- [Pauline] So?
- So...

They keep them in sealed boxes
in a hardcore safe.

Not a lot of people
have access to that kind of sh*t.

[Pauline] Fine.

[man] Good luck.

Pleasure doing business
with you lazy fucks.

Um, so, I saw the video of you and Fiks.

Look, Fikile is your senior, Asanda.
You can't speak to her like that.

And she shouldn't speak to me like that,
senior or not.

Look, Fikile knows I'm better than her
at swimming, and she hates it.

People find me intimidating, Wade.
Can you handle that?

[sputtering] Uh... The photo's done.

[ship's horn blows]

[tense ethereal music plays]

What did you tell Fiks?

I told her I was with Iván.

Hey, are you sure
that this is the right place?

Yeah.

But why here?

Looking for a lead, I guess.

And I was hoping
by bringing you back here,

you might remember more than you do now.

You know, maybe any names,
something that the police missed, or...

- Sam, it's okay. We don't have to...
- No.

I need this for me, too.

[woman] We're still waiting

on confirmation
from the male Correctional Center.

Look, KB, would you like to see
if your mother is receiving visitors?

No! No, um, just let me know
when you hear from Matla, please.

[woman] Okay.

Thank you.

[groovy house music plays]

[volume increases]

[ominous music plays]

[sighs heavily]

[man grunts] Hey!

[man yelling in pain]

[trafficker] I said on all fours...
[in Xhosa] ...you dog!

[gasps]

- [in English] Anything?
- This was a mistake.

Please, Sam.

- I know it's hard, but we need this.
- [footsteps running]

- Why is everything so...
- [Sam gasps]

Sam!

[dramatic music plays]

[boy grunts]

[Sam groans]

[Puleng] Hey! Sam!

- [Sam grunts]
- [boy groans]

Who are you?! Huh?

- [Sam grunts]
- [Puleng] Sam, stop!

- He's so small. I... I think he's a kid.
- [boy] Please!

[breath trembling] No!

[Puleng] I think he lives here.
He's just a kid, okay?

Are you okay?

Nice technique.

- It's not that deep?
- [screams]

- [Iván mimics whooshing]
- Ugh, no, man.

- Get that out of my face, please.
- [chuckles]

And also, aren't you supposed
to be meeting with Puleng?

Yeah. That's why I'm charging up.

Thank you for that.

[in Xhosa] Bhelekazi,
when were you going to tell me

you're competing again?

[in English] You said to me
you just wanted to be with the team.

Afternoon, Mr. Bhele.

I hope you're comfortable here.

It's just like being home.
[in Xhosa] Thank you.

[in English] Oh, good.

[Fikile chuckles]

I'll await you by the pool.

- Okay.
- Okay?

You know, Fikile,
I had to be informed by Thandeka.

Because she asked me to keep her posted
about some school swimming competition...

[in Xhosa]...that you entered.

[in English] No,
then Anthony must have told her.

- [in Xhosa] Anthony knows too?
- I was going to tell you.

When, Fikile?

[in English] How can you
be swimming competitively?

You're not healed, Bhelekazi.

My child, I saw you struggle
at practice just a while ago.

Well, the doctor said I can.

- So...
- [phone chimes]

Actually, Tata,
can we talk about this later?

I just remembered I have... study group, so...

Eat.

I mean, how is she supposed
to know what "rizz" means?

[guests laugh]

I don't even know
what "rizz" means. [laughs]

Gillian, I have a question for you.

Did your mother know who you were...

[Wade chuckles]

[phone vibrates and chimes]

[chimes]

S-She liked my comment.

[Wade giggles]

[upbeat music plays on speakers]

So, I see you and Wendy
are best friends now.

Why don't you ask your girlfriend, Chris?

Is this because I stood you up?

[scoffs] Get over yourself.

Hey, hey!

Lunga, I didn't intend to do this, okay?

- Wendy arrived...
- I don't care, Chris.

Okay? It's chill.

Besides, I mean,
you were just potential ass.

[Lunga chuckles dryly]

Wendy, on the other hand,
I can see myself being friends with her,

seeing how messed up it's got you.

[tense ethereal music plays]

I'm guessing he's too embarrassed to show.

[door opens]

[Matla] Karabo.

[menacing music plays]

[in Sotho] Son, it's so good to see you...

We are here because we want to find out
if you and Mom are up to your old tricks.

[in English] And here I thought
it was going to be a cordial visit.

I've been receiving
threatening messages and videos,

and I guess we're all here to find out
if Point of Grace has anything...

Aren't you just tired
of playing investigator?

Please just answer the question.

[Matla] That doesn't sound
like Point of Grace.

Well, did you know
that Detective Vaans disappeared?

Do you blame him?
He's probably skipped the country.

What about Lisbeth, Uncle Matla?

How can she do anything
when she's recovering in hospital?

She was att*cked by some prison thugs.
It was a failed assassination.

But when Point of Grace strikes,

you won't be confused.

You kids need to stop playing adult.

As you know, it has consequences!

[scoffs]

[Fikile] Hey.

Son, thank Chris for me
for letting you stay with him.

[musical arrangement turns tender]

Karabo.

KB...

- Karabo, please.
- Please what, Matla?

[in Sotho] What can you possibly have
to say to me?

What?

[in English] I'm sorry, son.

I'm sorry.

[tense ethereal music continues playing]

[phone beeps]

Come talk to the sergeant.

[in Afrikaans] Yes, I'm coming now.

[Puleng in English]
Good evening, Det. Peterson.

We've managed to track down
some info on the anonymous account.

Unfortunately, nothing concrete,
as the IP keeps hopping around the world.

Oh. What does that mean?

Whoever's sending you
these messages and that video link

doesn't want to be found.

Their tactics aren't making sense.

I think there's a reason
they're not coming after you in person.

Puleng, stay alert and be safe.

[phone beeps]

What is it?

- [Puleng] Nothing.
- Nothing.

[Puleng sighs]

- Ma, why are we taking this route?
- [phone chimes]

[Thandeka] Ugh, I think
I took the wrong turn.

Puleng, are you okay?

[phone chimes]

Puleng.

[music intensifies]

- Puleng!
- [Siya] Ma!

- [tires screech]
- [all exclaim]

[tires screeching]

- [Thandeka screams]
- [horn honks]

Oh my God! You kids okay? Siya, you okay?

[man] Idiot!

["Friends" by OB Magik plays]

[phone chimes]

[therapist] Fikile, I'm really very proud
of how much you've progressed.

- Which is why I think...
- [phone chimes]

...we've come to our last session.

Of course, we'll touch base
in six months or so.

But you, my girl,
are ready for your new story.

What the f*ck?

[phone chimes]

Hmm?

- [phone chimes]
- [Fikile gasps]

♪ Trust ♪

[ethereal choral arrangement
of theme song plays]

♪ Let me find you ♪

♪ In our story ♪

♪ Where our souls intertwine in glory ♪

♪ I can feel you in my spirit ♪

♪ My heart is bruised ♪

♪ And you're my healing ♪