04x05 - Too Little, Too Late

[bunniefuu]

[water dripping]

[Fikile gasps]

[menacing music plays]

[breath trembling]

[gasps]

Help!

[whimpers]

[grunts] Help!

[sobs]

Help!

[ethereal choral arrangement
of theme song plays]

["Sun & Moon" by Amanda Mak plays]

[Sam] Sorry.

What happened tonight, Sam?

And if you want me to help you find her,
then you have to tell me what's going on.

So the reason
I didn't see those guys coming

was because I was distracted.

Fiks had just told me that... that she was
the one that dropped your sex tape.

You know, a part of me
knew that she did it, but...

didn't wanna believe it.

Why?

I don't know.

They took her before she could tell me.

But please, Puleng.

Look, I know she wouldn't do that to you
unless she was forced to.

[Thandeka] Puleng!
Detective Peterson is here.

♪ And we hoped we could be
Each other's sun and moon ♪

♪ When morning comes ♪

♪ Will you be ♪

♪ My sunshine... ♪

[in Xhosa] We've missed a lot of things.

[in English] Forensics are combing
the scene.

Hopefully, we'll have a lead soon.

[Brian] Do you think it's possible
Lisbeth might be involved somehow?

Because of their history,
I'm hesitant to rule it out.

But based on Sam's description,

it sounds like the same men
who att*cked Puleng awhile back.

I really wish you'd reported that matter
to the police sooner, Puleng.

I trust there isn't anything else
you're keeping from us.

Detective, please.

You will find her?

I will do everything in my power,
Mrs. Khumalo.

This is all too much.

♪...lead back to you ♪

♪ See our love shine ♪

♪ And blaze out in the night ♪

[in Xhosa] We saved Fikile last time
because we put our differences aside

and put her first.

And I think it's the only way
we're going to save her now.

[in English] Can we try and work together?

Yeah.

♪ Your moonlight ♪

♪ Even in the darkest hour
I'll hold you all night ♪

[chickens clucking]

♪ Would you be the light? ♪

[song fades]

We need to get the f*ck out of here, man.

Maybe this is
where I'm supposed to end up.

I mean...

my parents put so many kids in cages.

Come on, man. Stop that sh*t.

You don't deserve this, man.

I'm sorry I put you
in this f*cked-up situation, man,

but y-you're not gonna give up on me now.

[door opens]

["Cream Machine" by Op Dai plays]

[in Afrikaans] Well,
don't you f*ckers look cozy?

[henchman in English] Mm-hmm.
Yes, yes, yes.

Mm-hmm.

[drill whirring]

[henchmen laugh]

Ah. Time for the strip show.

What... What... What strip show?

Did I stutter? Start f*cking stripping!

- Film this.
- Whoa, whoa! What the hell, man?

Yeah. That's it.

That's it.

- [laughs]
- [henchman] Cluck-cluck, m*therf*ckers!

[all laughing]

[gentle music plays]

[softly] Well, hey. I mean,
at least he's on the couch

and not in your mom's room.

All right, off we go, guys.

["Pos" by illRow plays on stereo]

Where's he, where's he,
where's he, where's he?

[in Afrikaans] There's he!
How's it going, Prince Ferdinand?

Why are you looking so tired, boy?

Your parents don't seem to give a f*ck
about you guys, hey?

[in English] Not one of them
returned my messages.

[scoffs] You hear that, my chickies?

Life in a mansion isn't always
everything it's cracked up to be!

That's why we stay here.

See, bro?
No one actually gives a f*ck about us.

Damn it, Chris!
You can't avoid me forever. Call me back.

Wendy, um, I'm looking for your friends,
Mr. Ackerman and Mr. Molapo.

Uh, you haven't heard from them, have you?

No, sir. Not recently.

Mmm. Well, I also wanted to say thank you

for your help
in the matric exam leak matter.

It's proven to be very fruitful.

Have you found out who did it?

Let's just say it'll be very helpful

if I could find your friends,
Mr. Ackerman and Mr. Molapo.

I'm sorry, are you saying
Chris was involved?

If you have any idea of their whereabouts,

now would be a good time to let me know.

We wouldn't want anyone thinking
that you were involved in any way,

now would we?

No, sir.

Mmm.

[sighs] This school needs
a cleansing ceremony

with the amount of kidnappings.

They don't kidnap the losers though.

[young women laugh]

Wade, wait!

["Suedes" by PHFAT plays]

What?

Asanda?

What are you doing?

I'm done hiding.

- I really like Wade Daniels, a lot.
- [student wolf whistles]

And if he could forgive me

for being a spoiled, selfish brat
that I've been...

[student] Ooh!

...I'd really appreciate
if he could be my boyfriend.

This is too embarrassing.

Let's get out of here.

- I'm sorry.
- [student wolf whistles]

[students exclaim]

[news anchor] Those are the top stories
on the hour.

- When we come back from the break...
- [phone chimes]

...we'll have a look
at your weekly weather updates.

- [pill bottle rattles]
- [coughs]

[laughing]

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry
for laying all of that on you last night.

[sighs] You did the right thing.

But I don't think
I can help you look for her, Sam.

What do you mean? It's Fiks.

You think I don't know that?

[melancholic music plays]

My entire life has been about Fikile,

about finding Fikile,

about coming second to her,
even when she wasn't around.

Look, you know
she'd never hurt you on purpose.

Do I really know that, though?
Do I even know her at all?

Because she's done a lot of things
to hurt people in the past,

and who's to say she wouldn't do it again?

Do you know her and Chris
made a video accusing my father

of f*cking trafficking children

and sent it out to the entire school?

And they put that on Wendy, by the way.

I mean, she... she slept
with her swimming coach, and...

and even if in my gut
I know that PoolBoy forced her to do this,

Sam, I just...

- I... [scoffs] I can't!
- You can't what?

I can't believe
that she even considered it for a minute.

Because if the tables were turned,
I would have never done this to her!

No.

I would never let her
be humiliated like this!

Look, we don't know the circumstances.

[Puleng] It doesn't f*cking matter!

I would have protected Fikile
with my life.

I've risked my life...

f*ck, I've risked
my family's life to protect her.

And now I know
she wouldn't do the same for me.

You know, my father d*ed

because I went out there looking for Fiks.

And I'm... I'm sorry, Sam, but...

I can't.

[inhales sharply]

[sighs]

She's been through a lot.

Yeah, I know.

I've just never seen such hate or rage
in someone's eyes before.

But I probably deserved it, so...

What? No, Leigh-Anne!
Nobody deserves that.

[tender music plays]

And I'm sure
that when all of this is done,

once they find Fiks,

Puleng will see
that what she did to you was wrong.

Look, I know it was wrong, unfair...

You do?

We all do s... things that we regret.

- Yeah.
- Stupid things that we aren't proud of.

But...

it doesn't mean
that we aren't still good people.

[phone chimes]

[tense ethereal music plays]

[Chris and KB clucking]

[phone vibrates and chimes repeatedly]

How the f*ck
are we gonna get out of this place, man?

Drills, pinkie toes,
f*cking chicken coops.

Have you seen the Jeffrey Dahmer story?
We... We're in serious sh*t here.

["Gly" by illRow feat. Mr. Heinz
plays faintly on stereo]

[news anchor] The Parkhurst teenager
at the center

of a human trafficking syndicate,
who was taken as a baby

and only recently reunited
with her birth family,

is reported missing, possibly kidnapped.
Police are yet to comment...

Hey, man.
What the f*ck happened to Fikile?

[in Afrikaans] It's bye-bye to that goose.

[in English] No one can survive
so many kidnappings.

[laughs]

Bro, we need
to get the f*ck out of here, bro.

Seriously.

[chickens cluck]

[Chris] Have you noticed...

Have you noticed
how gentle he is with his chickens, huh?

It's like they're his... his pets.
Like... Like he actually loves them.

[clucking plays on phone]

[in Zulu] And now feet on the chair?

- [in English] The long face?
- [safe beeping]

[in Zulu] What's wrong?

[in English] There's this guy...

Chris.

Ma, if uBaba...

- [melancholic music plays]
- ...told you a lie...

like a really, really big lie...

[in Zulu]...but then he needed
your help, would you help him?

- [sighs, in English] No, it's fine.
- Wendy.

Sit.

[in Zulu] First of all, your father...

[in English]...is my husband. I love him.

[in Zulu] And you?

[in English] This boy, do you love him?

People will hurt you.

Just don't let them change you,

unless it's for the better.

[in Zulu] What I love about you...

[in English]...you stand up for people.

You've always been like that.

So, if this boy needs your help,

and you think you can help him,
just do it.

[in Zulu] I really have to go. Oh.

Also,

your father and I...

[in English]...don't lie to each other.

Hmm?

[ominous ethereal music plays]

[line ringing]

["Gibela" by Costah Dolla feat. Tipcee,
Dladla Mshunqisi & DJ Tira plays]

[phone beeps]

[Lunga] Hey, you okay, cuz?

Mm-hmm.

Uh-uh! Ah! Puleng, those are not for you.

Puleng, we need to talk.

Look, she's been here a while now.
Her mom's gonna start getting worried.

You mind taking her home for me?

- Come with me. I'll get you an Uber.
- [sighs softly]

[Wendy] Damn, she's all over the place!

[sighs] Shame, man.
Fiks' kidnapping must be hard on her.

Hey! Parkhurst really does
need a cleansing.

So what's up?

You said it was a matter of life or death.

You still mad at me?

- [Ruff Beats laughs on video]
- [Chris and KB cluck]

What the hell is this?

It's Ruff Beats. He has them.

He wants money.

No. Wendy, I...
I refuse to be involved with gangsters.

And I didn't want you

getting involved with my boyfriend,
but here we are, Lunga.

[scoffs]

So you are mad.

[Wendy] We need muscle.

Unless you're gonna let two girls
go there all alone.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Who even said I was going?
Wendy, call the police!

[Wendy] He threatened
to k*ll them if I do.

My mom's Krugerrand collection.

- But how?
- She just gave it to you?

Wendy, you stole it from your mother!

For Chris?

After everything,
you really do like him, huh?

Look, guys, I honestly don't even know
where I stand with Chris right now.

But all I do know is that we've all done
something that we later on regretted.

He, and KB, of course, need our help.

Look, when Puleng was taken,

Chris put his life on the line too

to help find her, so...

I'll help you.

I hope you like moussaka! [chuckles]

[Anthony exhales]

And then?

Is he moving in now or what?

[in Afrikaans] Actually...

- [in English] Why are you always here?
- Siya.

It's okay, Thandeka.

I think we're all a little on edge,

understandably so.

It's not an excuse for rudeness.

[in Zulu] Ma, what's that?

- [in English] Looks like vomit.
- [Thandeka] That's enough, Siya.

It's actually, um, the brinjals.

They tend to look a bit slimy.

I get it.

Is there meat in there?

[in Zulu] My dad would never
force me to eat that!

But you, you can.

[in Zulu] Listen!

- [in English] You will never be my father!
- That is enough, Siya!

[Anthony] Thandeka.

I know, Siya.

Trust me, I know.

I'm just here
trying to look after all of you.

For Fiks.

We all love Fiks, right?

[door opens]

I suppose.

[door closes]

[Puleng bumps, objects clatter]

Oh, I'm starving.

- Ugh!
- That's what I said.

Where have you been all day, Puleng?

Are you drunk?

[scoffs]

[phone chimes and vibrates]

I am talking to you, Puleng!

Um... Ma, it's... it's Fikile.

- What?
- [Siya] Huh?

[distorted voice] My website followers
will know that I bring assholes to justice

through some creative,
though admittedly less dramatic means.

But today, the stakes were too high.

This is Parkhurst High's Fikile Bhele.

[droning, gloomy music plays]

[voice shaking] There's just one thing
I need to say.

[sobs] Puleng...

[Fikile sobs]

[sobs] I'm so... I'm so, so sorry!

I made a terrible mistake,

and I should have protected you,
like you protected me...

[man] No, no, no!
This is not what we agreed upon!

[sniffles]

- [Thandeka] What happened?
- [Puleng] I don't know.

Where did she go? Where's Fikile?

I think we need to call the police.

Damian.

Don't.

I gave you an opportunity
to confess the easy way,

and you didn't take it.

Why didn't you take it?

[sobs]

Take her.

No! Wait! Damian, no!

I'll... I'll say
whatever you want me to say!

Please! Damian, please!

Please, Damian!

[car door closes]

[Anthony] So we're just gonna have to wait
for another video to resurface?

Until then,
who knows what he's doing to her?

Hey, you going in?

[Peterson] I promise,
our top technical team is on it.

He just keeps changing the IP address,
bouncing from server to server.

It's much easier when he's live-streaming.

[sighs]

I don't know how to feel, to be honest.
Just a bit numb.

Well, it seems like the police
are currently doing something.

Police? It took them weeks to find me!

I mean, did you see her face?

You have to help her, Puleng.

- PoolBoy reached out to you first!
- Sam! Take it easy.

Look, we're all still trying
to process all of this.

And besides, what could Puleng do, anyway?

I know what to do.

[phone keyboard clacking]

[phone beeps, line rings]

Too little, too late, Puleng.

Look, it's always been about him.

He did something to you, right?

Fikile shouldn't have to pay
for what Gregory did.

[Damian] I must admit
I'm surprised you still care.

But I guess blood is thicker and all that.

[Puleng] So?

Do we have a deal?

Fiks for Gregory?

No.

Get Gregory first, then we'll talk.
But until then, Fiks stays with me.

["What Do They Know" by Mr. Heinz plays]

[phone chimes repeatedly]

[chickens clucking excitedly]

[in Afrikaans] What are you f*ckers up to?

[in English] Princess Maria!

[KB] I don't know, Ruffy.

[clucking]

We were just getting tired
of sharing this space.

I don't mean to offend,
but, uh, your friends here are struggling

in the personal hygiene department,
so, uh...

Go ahead, m*therf*ckers. I dare you.

- Okay.
- [Chris, softly] Okay.

No, no, no! Please!

[henchman] Everything okay, boss?

You better tell them everything is okay,

or else Princess Maria gets it.

Okay, okay, okay.
[in Afrikaans] It's clear, guys!

- [in English] I'll wring her f*cking neck!
- Okay! Please!

- Just don't f*cking hurt them!
- Just open up the damn coop.

Open the f*cking coop!

Okay, okay, okay.

Just... Please!

["Bavuntile" by Buntu Zuri
plays on car stereo]

[Puleng sighs]

Guys, wait, I think that's him.

[tense ethereal music plays]

Back up.

Run!

[in Afrikaans] Guys!
These c**ts have escaped!

- [men yell in Afrikaans]
- [in English] Come on! Get them! Get them!

Go!

["Window" by Kiddo CSA
feat. Monique Lawz plays]

[phone chimes]

[Ruff Beats] Hey! Stop them!
They're getting away!

Stop them!

[rubbish bin crashes and clatters]

Hey!

- [panting]
- [chicken squawks]

- [brakes squeal]
- [horn honks]

[Ruff Beats in distance] Go, go, go!

Wendy, Wendy!
We need to get the hell out of here, okay?

This looks like some street justice
about to go down!

Get in! Now go!

- [engine starts]
- It's them! Drive!

[Lunga] Yo! Yo!

- It's KB! Yo! For f*ck's sakes, get in!
- [Wendy] Get in the car!

[KB] Go, go, go, go, go!

[Wendy] Wait!

- Hey!
- [KB] Get in, bro!

- [Wendy] Go, Lunga.
- [engine revs]

- [chicken clucks]
- [Lunga] Get rid of the f*cking chicken!

Go, go, go!

[groans]

[pants]

[knocks]

My RA hours are from noon to 2:00.
Come back later.

We're here about Damian.

[ominous music plays]

But maybe you know him better as PoolBoy.

Oh. Uh...

[tense music plays]

[Damian] This isn't a retreat, Fikile.

[breath trembles]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I messed up.

Please, just...

Please, just untie me.

Please, just untie me.
I'll do whatever you want.

[laughs]

You don't have much of a choice, actually.

Unless you want Puleng to get hurt?

[menacing tone plays]

- What?
- Did I forget to tell you?

- Puleng's invited herself to the party.
- No!

- Yes.
- [sobs] No!

[laughs] Yes!

[whimpers] No.

Damian. Damian, no!

[Damian laughs]

Damian, please!
Just leave her out of this, please!

[sobs]

[screams]

[sobs]

I should have protected you...

I knew there was
something wrong with that kid.

So you'll help us? Get Fiks back?

[scoffs] No ways.

Guys, I never hurt Damian.

The kid's all types of crazy.

Okay, guys, look, I'm sorry. Okay?

I'm sorry that Fikile
got dragged into this. Really, I am!

But there's nothing I can do.

So, I'd appreciate it if all of you
can get the hell out of my room,

or else I'm going to call security.

[gentle atmospheric music plays]

So, how were you guys planning
on getting us out?

We had a plan, KB.

Yeah, she stole from her mother.

What? You shouldn't have done that!

I just want to get this chicken sh*t off,
then we'll help find Fiks.

[menacing music plays]

[Ruff Beats] You lot must be
the dumbest m*therf*ckers I've ever met.

[laughs]

Who comes to the first place
I'll start looking for you?

Welcome home, m*therf*ckers.

- [laughs]
- [drill whirs]

Hey!

I can't believe he said no!
What the actual f*ck?

That's... That's not your car.

That's why I didn't want him to drive.
Do you see?

What are you doing, Puleng?

I just need to talk to him one more time.

Yo, Gregory!

Oh, for f*ck's sakes!
I told you guys to leave me alone!

You don't understand how serious this is.

Back off, bitch!

[Wade] Oh!

Is this what you meant
when you said you wanted to talk to him?

He wasn't going to come willingly.

Now what?

Does it have to be my car?

Eeny, meenie, miney, mo,

catch a dumbfuck schoolboy or girl,
and take their f*cking toe!

Who's it gonna be?

[laughs]

Enough! Okay, I'm the one
who started all of this.

So if you want to t*rture someone,
it's going to be me.

[tense music plays]

Well, aren't we the brave little whitey?

Okay. Come on over.

Okay, I think
I'm gonna take your baby finger.

- Wait. Wait. Wait!
- [drill whirs]

You know what?

If you really want to k*ll all of us,
then go ahead.

If every single one of us is dead,
what are you gonna get from this?

You can't get money from dead men.

- I just wish she'd stop saying "dead."
- Yeah.

You want money?

Fine.

Uh, Wendy, don't!

[Wendy] Actually,
I don't even think this is about money.

Yes, KB stole your music. I get it.

But they haven't even made money
from it yet. What do you really want?

[chuckles softly]

You don't deserve this lady.

Okay, then. Let's you and I talk.

[Fikile] Damian!

Please! I'll do anything.

Just promise me
you'll leave Puleng out of this.

[chuckles]

So now you care about her.

So, do we have a deal?

[in Afrikaans] These two f*ckers...

[in English]...give me a public apology
and credit me on my own work,

and I want royalties for all of KB's work
produced in the next year.

[suspenseful music plays]

And I think I'll have this as well.

I... I... I think maybe... Okay.

[KB and Wendy sigh heavily]

["Jikeleza" by LoveeSA,
Baninzi, and Tisi plays]

[Tahira sighs]

[Chris] Man...

How the f*ck did Ruff know

to pick the most expensive painting
in the house?

My dad's gonna k*ll me.

Yeah, well, at least
you still have all your fingers, Chris.

Where's Wendy?

She's out by the bar.

[in Zulu] I'll be back late, Ma.
Don't wait for me.

[in English] Okay. Bye.

[sighs]

Hey.

Listen, I'm...

I'm really sorry
you had to go through this. I...

I really tried...

I stole from my mother,
Chris, to help you.

A guy who couldn't be apart from me

just a couple of months
without cheating on me.

[Wendy sobs]

Wendy...

Wendy, please, please. It...

- [sobs]
- It was just a stupid kiss.

Okay, I... I know there's no excuses,
but I was missing you.

That didn't mean anything.

It... It was just stupid
and... and f*cking reckless.

Hey, don't cry. Don't cry, please.

We can get through this. I know we can.

No, we can't.

It's not just the Lunga thing.

You keep lying to me.

Over and over again.

I can't trust you with my heart, Chris.

And it hurts! It hurts.
Just leave me alone.

- Please, I can't lose you.
- No.

You can't leave me too. Please.

[sobs]

[Wendy sighs heavily]

[exhales]

Sam, please, hurry up.

[Gregory groans]

So, guys, uh, any word on Fiks?

[phones chime]

[phones chime]

It's him. He's going live.

[Damian in distorted voice]
Welcome back, everyone.

Fikile has had a little rethink

and has finally decided that it's time

that she introduces you all
to the real her.

[ominous tone plays]

Three years ago...

[ethereal music plays]

...myself and other students
at Parkhurst High...

watched every day...

as one of our classmates
was violently bullied,

almost every day.

[sobs]

He was...

He was hurt...

really badly.

[sobs] And it's my fault.

[sobs]

[sniffles]

[sobs]

[dreamy music plays]

So sorry.

Hey, hey.

- Hey.
- You okay?

Yeah, I'm just really lost.

It's okay.

[Gregory] I wonder how my piss tastes,
bitch. [laughs]

Damn, he just got toilet dunked.

So, you'll make sure he comes, right?

But why me? I... don't even know
what I'd say to him.

Social activities haven't really been
his thing, you know?

The thing is... I can see his boner
from here when it comes to you.

It doesn't matter what you say,
he will come.

Oh, come on, Fiks.

It's tradition.

You guys are juniors.

We only do it to the swimmers
we think will make first team.

Fine.

- Are you having fun?
- [Damian] Yup.

And you?

Mm-hmm!

[both laugh]

Uh, we could go somewhere else. Together?

Sorry. I didn't mean... [groans]

[Fikile] Greg!

Come, boy, let's race.
Just a quick 100-meter.

- [Fikile] Look, Greg...
- Come.

Dude, I... We've been drinking.

- I don't think it's a good idea.
- What are you talking about?

The party's just getting started.

Could you do me a favor, please?

There is a pack of six beer in my boot.

Please be a honey and go get it for us.

[suspenseful ethereal music plays]

[scoffs] Come on, Fiks!
It's only gonna take a few minutes!

Fine.

[lock clicks open]

- [bottles rattle]
- [Fikile sighs]

[Gregory laughs]

[Gregory] Let him go.

What the hell?

Whoo!

Gregory!

Relax, Fiks. We've all been through it.

[Damian] f*ck you!

[spits]

[laughs]

Are you gonna take that?

[Damian gasps]

[Fikile] Greg, stop it!

[muffled screaming]

Gregory, please stop it!

Stop it!

Greg, he's not moving!

[Gregory grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[moody music plays]

[friend] I didn't sign up for this.

You guys!

Greg, we need to help him!

Greg, help me help him!

Greg!

Damian, please be okay!

Please be okay!

[EKG machine beeping]

[man] He, uh, suffered a stroke
while they were drowning him.

And this morning
his heart started failing.

I know it was the matric boys
who did this,

but they've all lawyered up,

and they're lying, saying my son
was drinking alone at school.

[voice breaks] Now they want
to expel him when he's like this.

They're blaming my son.

- [door opens and closes]
- [Gregory] Hey.

I heard that, um, Daniels wanted
to talk to you about what happened.

You know it was just an accident, right?

I mean... [chuckles awkwardly]

...he didn't die or anything,
you know, so no harm.

You're not exactly innocent
in this whole thing. You know that, right?

You knew exactly what we would do to him,
yet you still brought him along.

[Daniels] I want to commend you
on your quick action in this matter.

Damian is alive because of you.

But now that he's awake,

he keeps saying
Gregory Dickson did this to him.

But Gregory has a solid alibi,

so we just wanted to know what you saw.

You were found drinking
on school premises,

and you lured that boy there.

Your mother and I think

we don't need
to tell your father everything.

He wouldn't understand.

Bhelekazi, it's okay.

Just tell the truth.

I know that you'll make the right choice.

Please, you know what happened.

[gasps softly]

[father] Tell me the truth.

Please.

Um, I... [sighs]

...didn't really see anything, Miss Daniels.

I really just found him there.

[Fikile sobs] I shouldn't have lied.

[sad, gentle music plays]

I shouldn't.

[sobs]

And I've regretted it every day,

every day since it happened.

And I'm sorry.

[Fikile on video] And I've regretted it
every day.

[siren wails]

[Wade] Oh, sh*t!

- sh*t.
- What the f*ck are we gonna do now?

Relax. We're just gonna play it cool.

- You're gonna play cool with the police?
- [Sam] Yes.

[in Afrikaans] No. This brother, hey?

[menacing music plays]

[Sam in English] We're just gonna
play it cool.

[walkie-talkie beeps]

[cop] License, please.

Were you aware
of how fast you were going, sir?

Uh, yes, sir. I'm sorry.
I promise to stick to the speed limit

for the rest of our trip.

Can you exit the vehicle
while I write up your speed fine?

- f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.
- [car door closes]

[paper rustling]

[sighs and clears throat]

Okay. Stay safe now.

[Gregory knocks on panels, groans]

- [cop] What the hell was that?
- Sir, I can explain.

[cop] Move over!

- The rest of you, get out of the car!
- sh*t!

Move away from the car!

Please, don't sh**t, sir.

[cop] Miss, I'm going to need you
to get out of the car now!

Hands on the wall, now! Move it!

[engine starts and revs]

Everyone knows the truth now.

[Damian sniffles]

You know, Gregory broke my body.

I could have lived with that.

But you made sure I stayed broken.

f*ck! [sobs]

[menacing music intensifies]

If I let you go, what happens to me?

[sobs] I don't know.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Fiks.

[Fiks sobs]

Damian!

[sparse ominous music plays]