02x05 - Puleng vs. The World

[bunniefuu]

[mouse clicking]

[mouse clicking]

[hip-hop music playing]

Puleng Khumalo...

what did you find?

[phone chimes]

[Fikile distorted] Puleng?

Puleng?

[normal] Did you hear what I just said?

Yes.

Does this mean that we...

We don't know that yet.

We don't exactly have proof.

There's only one way to find out.
What's the guy's number?

Um...

[Puleng dialing]

- You're calling him now?
- Why wait?

- Well, what are you gonna say?
- I don't know.

I'll say what I say when I'm saying it.

It's ringing.

[man] Hello?

Hi. Is this Tendai?

It depends. Who's asking.

Um, I got your number from,
uh, one of your clients.

Um, you come highly recommended.

Listen, could you, um,
assist me in a paternity matter?

Mm-hmm.

[hip-hop music continues]

Oh, there she is.

[in Zulu] What is going on, Puleng?

[in English] This has got to stop.

- Ma, what are you doing?
- Are you using?

- Using what?
- dr*gs?

Puleng, we want to help you.

Can you guys just leave my room?
It's really late to deal with this now.

Honestly.

[Thandeka] You're disappearing randomly
on a school night, Puleng.

Then there's the restraining order,
your general bad behavior at school.

You can't be trusted.

- You don't spend time with your brother.
- Oh my God!

If you haven't noticed, there's a lot of
unusual sh*t happening because of you.

So please, spare me the lecture.

You're hardly the one
to be talking about trust.

[Puleng gasps]

[in Zulu] You speak to me like that again...

[in English] Okay. It's okay, Thande.

[in Zulu]
Let's deal with this in the morning.

[door slams shut]

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

[music fades]

[emotional music playing]

[approaching footsteps]

She'll be fine.

We just need to get her back
on her treatment.

We've tried to reach out to your dad.

In the meantime,
I suggest you come with us

until we can sort out a guardian of sorts.

Yeah, um, good luck with finding my dad.
[soft chuckle]

Listen, don't worry.
I'm old enough to look after myself.

In the meantime, can we, um...

can we sort out the first payment?

Sorry, we don't take cash.

You need to arrange a debit order
with accounts as soon as possible.

Your own mother.

You little witch.
After everything I've done for you.

You will burn in hell for this.

[in Afrikaans] Let me go!

[in English] We'll be in touch.

["Mama Told Me" by Haem-O playing]

[in Sesotho] What the hell?
Get your ass to school.

Do you want the sun to shine up your ass?

- I'm taking the week off.
- I'll pretend that I didn't hear that.

Get up!

[in Sesotho] Up! What the hell?

[in English] Who did this to you?

Well, I just hope
the other guy looks worse.

Matla, I'm not in the mood.

[splutters]

Let me guess. Puleng.

Time to end that sh*t, son.

[in Sesotho] Don't be a tick.
Be a mosquito. Bite here, bite there.

Avoid the children
who have the love fever.

♪ How you hatin' on my sh*t
You must have lost your mind ♪

♪ There's some things my mama told me... ♪

[Tahira in English] Have you spoken
to Puleng about the fight?

Um...

We're not on talking terms at the moment.

And your mom? What did she say about it?

I mean, it must be really awks being
the principal's son in this situation.

Yeah, um, a written warning.

Said she'll expel me if she has to.

Ooh. Wade, such a bad boy.

[both laugh]

Well, I guess you just better
be careful, then.

[door opens]

Mm. I'm gonna see you later.

[chuckles]

See you later.

After Sunday's mass drugging disaster,
I can't believe we've allowed ourselves

to be coerced
into auctioning off people of color.

History repeats itself.

What do you mean, "disaster"?
It was highly profitable.

It was highly illegal.

[scoffs] Okay, I disagree.

- Yeah, there's no proof of that.
- Because everyone ate the proof.

Guys, please, can we move on?

Nevertheless, the least we can do

to keep this flogging
of Black flesh classy,

I'm thinking prep school chic.

I'm thinking tweed with a dash of...

Boring. What the hell is prep school chic?

Let me guess, Chris.

You wanna see girls in bikinis
and guys shirtless in Speedos.

- Wow, so original.
- Why not?

It... it's a crowd favorite.

Okay, let's vote, then. If you like
prep school chic, please raise your hand.

Wow, congratulations.

This p*rn auction thing.

[sighs]

Okay, let's move on
to the other entertainment of the night.

We're thinking of asking KB to perform.

Is...

Hi, guys. Uh, Reece?

Principal Daniels
would like to see you immediately.

[pop music playing muffled]

[Puleng] Wade.

[Wade exhales]

Wade, I need to tell you something.
It's important.

No, thanks. I don't want to hear it.

Do you know how much
that internship meant to Tahira?

Everything.
You're not even interested in law.

- Where do you draw the line?
- I know.

I'm sorry. It's just...
There was no other way...

Hmm.

Never mind.

Yeah, never mind.

[knocking at door]

[principal] Come in.

[tense music playing]

The code of conduct is clear.

Any student caught selling,
using, or buying narcotics

will be summarily expelled.

End of story.

Zero tolerance.

[principal] Exactly.

Do you know why you're here?

We need your help.

Someone is selling narcotics
at the school, and we need to find them.

According to Mr. Ferreira,
with your history,

you can pick up on things that we can't.

And you're in with all the right crowds.

[chuckles] So you want me
to lead you to the dealer?

In an ideal world, yes.

But just report any suspicious behavior,
and we can take it from there.

Can you do that for us?

It will be an honor, ma'am.

Great. You can start immediately.

One more thing.

Usually, I oversee all the details
of the Matric Dance Committee,

but this year,
with the current drug scourge,

Mr. Ferreira
has kindly offered to take my place.

As treasurer, you'll report to me.

I'll have sign-off on all the expenditure.

I'll manage the bank accounts.

I see.

["Stop" by Rowlene & Nasty C]

♪ I'mma let you finish
But I only got a minute ♪

♪ I've been givin' you
My cellphone charger now ♪

♪ It's gonna stop ♪

♪ Get up out my face
You and your fake chain ♪

♪ Keep your hands of my limited Cartier... ♪

- How long are you gonna keep avoiding me?
- I don't know.

Maybe until I can see
with both eyes again.

Let me see.

[sighs] You didn't have
to fight with him, KB.

I was supposed to be a trash boyfriend?
Let him come after you?

All right. Bet.

I didn't need saving, KB.

I can handle Wade.

[chuckles]

Yeah, sure.

Must be so nice
handling two men at the same time.

What is that supposed to mean?

Wait.

Do you think I'm cheating on you?
With Wade?

Are you insane?

Stop it, Puleng.

You stay disappearing with this guy.

And don't give me that
"we're just friends" bullshit.

- f*cking gaslighting me.
- Gas-what... What does that even mean?

What do you think it means?

You know what?
f*ck this sh*t. I'm over it.

You're over what?
KB, what's gotten into you?

What are you over?

KB, come back here!

KB.

Yo, I don't wanna talk about it, Tahira.

- Your boyfriend sucker punched me.
- Oh. To be fair, you did m*rder Spiyoyo.

But it's not about that.
We need help with the next fundraiser.

Can you perform your song
as part of the entertainment?

No. Look, I... I'm not
in the right headspace, Tahira. Sorry.

Oh, come on.
It would mean a lot to the students.

They would k*ll to see you do it live.

Okay, yeah, I'll... I'll perform.

Okay, awesome. Thanks, KB.

- Uh, we'll check dates later, yeah?
- Yeah.

♪ It's gotta stop ♪

♪ I know that you got it
Used to taking from me ♪

♪ When you stole an empty throne
Involved me no ♪

♪ It's gotta stop... ♪

Who the f*ck is Riyadh?

♪ It's gotta stop ♪

[Janet] I'm happy to finally see you here.

As much as I love sitting in silence,
we can't exactly do it forever.

[sighs] We can try.

[in Xhosa] Listen, Puleng,
anything you say stays between us.

I promise.

[in English]
Okay, let's start with the basics.

- Tell me about your parents.
- [sighs]

[in Xhosa]
How are things with your mother?

[in English] Fine.

Really?

Things get tense
between mothers and their daughters,

especially at your age.

- So, if you need to vent, I'm always here.
- Can I please go now?

No.

[in Xhosa] The session isn't over.

[in English] But we can take a break.

Cool. Um, where's the closest bathroom?

Out the door, to your left.
You can't miss it.

[door opens]

Miss van Rensburg?

Why didn't you rat me out?

[sighs]

- You want a cut.
- Bravo.

- Okay, so?
- What's my silence worth?

Listen, I'm not some kind of drug kingpin.

How does 10K a month sound?

Fifteen sounds better.

[scoffs] Fine.

How are you cleaning it, by the way?

[chuckles]

You're not? That's what I thought.

All right. I have a couple of ideas.

- Let's chat soon, okay?
- Okay.

[clears throat]

[scoffs] Really?

I don't have much on me right now.

No worries.
Let's just call it a pro rata rate.

- [bell rings]
- [knocking at door]

And? How's Puleng doing?

I just finished with her. Come... come in.

I'm afraid Puleng might be
struggling with addiction.

- What?
- We need to act. Fast.

[sighs] That's disappointing.

I've really had high hopes for that one.

Such great potential.

But she's been nothing but trouble
ever since she arrived.

So, what do you recommend?

[hip-hop music playing]

Puleng?

Hand over your bag.

Uh, excuse me, ma'am. Why?

We have to search it.

For what? You can't do that.

By signing the code of conduct,

you've agreed to random searches
and drug testing

in the quelling of narcotics
at this school.

[girl] She is getting raided, guys.

[boy] The cops.

[girl] This is hectic.

[students chattering]

[girl 2 gasps]

Ma'am, that's not mine.
I don't know how that got in there.

Puleng, everything will be fine
as long as you cooperate.

Yes, let's... let's do a drug test.
I promise it will come out negative.

You'll handle this?

Of course.

[girl 3] Hey.

Okay. Let's go.

[music stops]

This is ridiculous.

Thank you. Yes, it is.

[in Xhosa] But I'm sure everything
will be fine when it comes back negative.

So don't worry.

[in English] I'm doing my job.

Um, could I please be excused?
I have a prior engagement to get to.

I guess you can, for now.

Thank you.

Hey.

Um, yeah, so far, so good.

Mm, but I will need your help
with the drug test though.

[hip-hop music playing]

- I'm looking for Riyadh.
- Oh, KB?

Yes.

♪ Bold statements
Verses deciphered by codebreakers ♪

♪ Labels are warning
The plaster's gold-plated ♪

♪ I m*rder with no traces
Turning warm bodies to cold cases ♪

♪ Mass grave sites ♪

[speaking Afrikaans]

♪ I heard! ♪

Jeez.

♪ Take him out ♪

I heard.

- KB, I need it.
- [KB chuckles]

[KB] YoungstaCPT.

Bro, I'm a huge fan, dawg.

Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yes, indeed, Captain.

Look, I'm looking for Riyadh.

He is I, and I am him, babe.

No f*cking way.

- One and the same.
- Oh yeah? sh*t.

Okay, and how the hell
do you owe Zhero a favor?

[sighs] Man... [tuts]

...some things are better left unsaid,
you know what I mean?

So what brings you
to my neck of the woods?

Hey, man, look, I need a finished track
by tomorrow night.

Nothing serious, man.
I'm just performing at a school event.

- School event?
- Yeah.

School eve...
Wait, wait, don't tell me. Parkhurst High.

- Yeah, that's the one.
- The infamous. I heard about that.

- We can finish most of it today.
- Okay.

- Come through and spit.
- Thank you.

Nice pinkie ring you've got.

- It's nice.
- Yeah?

I'll tell you what.
I'll do the song for the pinkie ring.

[chuckles]

[all laugh]

I'm serious. I want the pinkie ring.

[hip-hop music playing]

[Puleng] Tendai?

Puleng. You're late.

Yeah, sorry about that.
We had a few issues on the way here.

What can I do for you two?

Uh, a few weeks ago,
a DNA test was submitted.

We believe that it crossed your desk.

Um, we feel that there was a mistake
in the processing of the results.

We wanted to know if you could maybe
double-check the results.

A mistake that you want me
to double-check?

Yes.

Okay. 5K.

- What?
- To double-check, it costs 5K.

[scoffs] We don't have 5,000 rand.

[in Zulu] Well, tough luck.

[in English] Okay.


She speaks.

Baby.

Okay, ladies, 5K by tomorrow.

Text me the details of the DNA test.
Names and sh*t.

I'll look it up,
see if it crossed my desk.

In the meantime, I'll drop you
the location pin and time to meet.

Don't be late with my f*cking money.

[Reece] If you say it again,
I'm gonna slap you.

[Pauline] Fine, I won't say I told you so.

What are you gonna do about it?
It's a lot of money to clean all at once.

Oh, no sh*t, Sherlock.

Trying to wrap my head around it.

Anyhoo, if we can just get our cut,
we'll be on our merry way.

Just take it.

Well, pleasure doing business with you,
and we'll see you tomorrow.

[Julius] dr*gs, Puleng?

Dad, they weren't mine. I...

I hope and pray that is true and that
the drug test comes back negative.

If it doesn't, we are admitting you
to rehab with immediate effect.

- [in Zulu] Dad...
- [in English] Listen.

We'll be doing it out of love,
to save you from yourself.

Now go to your room!

[pensive music playing]

[coins clattering]

[sighs]

[coins clattering]

[sighs]

[pensive music continues]

[phone chimes]

[exhales]

[sighs]

Okay, so I only managed to get 3,200.
How much did you get?

Um, f*ck. I think I got, like,
three hundred and some change.

There's still some time.
I'll figure it out.

Cool. I'll see you later.
Just let me know where you wanna meet.

Guys, please, don't get this wrong.

Okay, we do this right,
it gets us over the line financially.

Cool?

Oh, Fiks, very important.

Okay, you're the...
you're the big-ticket item.

I'm talking grand finale.

People are gonna pay top dollar
for a date with you.

So don't hold back on that outfit, okay?

What do I always say, guys? Less is...

[all] More.

Less is more. Let's do this for Parkhurst.

I'll see you guys tonight
at the venue. Thank you.

How do you manage with this human?

He's an acquired taste,
but, um, give him a chance.

He'll grow on you.

[scoffs] I doubt it.

[bell ringing]

We tested Puleng and found a drug
in her system called MDMA.

At least we now have an answer.

[Julius sighs]

So, what now? More counseling?

Well, that's one part of the solution,
but Puleng must go to rehab

as soon as possible.

I can make a few calls
and refer you to a good one.

While Puleng's well-being is our priority...

I have to point out
that this is an expellable offense.

Once the dust settles,

Puleng may be
compelled to leave Parkhurst.

[Thandeka] I cannot believe the mess
that you've put us in.

dr*gs, Puleng?

I am talking to you!

Can you take those earphones out?

Talk to your daughter.

[Julius] Puleng,
your mother is talking to you.

[Thandeka] I knew this school
was a bad idea.

[Julius] Yeah, well,
thousands of rands later...

[muffled] What do you mean?
You're the reason she had to move.

- [Julius] Move?
- You're the reason she had to move...

[hip-hop music overpowering dialogue]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[Thandeka] Why are you not
packing your bags?

Mom, this is crazy. I'm not on dr*gs.

I'm not going.

You don't have a choice.

Puleng, this is for your own good.

Someone will be here
to pick you up soon, so please,

pack a bag, or I will.

["I'm Sorry"
by The Big Hash & 808x playing]

[sighs]

♪ Back to business, let's go ♪

♪ I came from humble beginnings
Where life is never that great ♪

♪ Where my only escape
Was dropping a mixtape... ♪

Siya?

♪ Fruit to my labor
I stole 'em by sour grapes... ♪

You're stealing my savings. Put that back.

So you are on dr*gs.

This is not like you, P.

Siya...

I'm sorry. It's not what it looks like.
You have to trust me.

Said every drug addict ever.

- No, Siya...
- [Siya] Ma!

[Thandeka] Puleng, are your bags packed?
Do not make me come over there!

- Hi, I'm Thandeka, Puleng's mother.
- Nice to meet you.

- Ma!
- Siya, we're busy talking.

- Puleng tried to steal my life savings.
- What?

Why would she do that?

[lock clicks]

[song continues playing]

[Julius] Puleng? Puleng, open the door!

[Thandeka] Puleng!

[grunts]

[sighs] Puleng. Damn it, man!

♪ They try to run me over
With the Chevrolet ♪

♪ No telling me what to do ♪

♪ f*ck what they was tryna say ♪

["Areyeng" by Costa Titch
Feat. DJ Maphorisa & Riky Rick]

[camera shutter clicking]

- Got it?
- Yeah.

Okay, cool.
You need to go. You're on first.

[chuckles]

Not bad, right?

The night is still young.

We'll see.

♪ n*gg*s tryna k*ll me
Don't turn me into a martyr ♪

♪ If they get me, it's fine
Just bury me in some Prada... ♪

Okay, that is everything. I'm off.

And don't forget
the Ball Committee account details.

That, for all intents and purposes,

will be the washing machine
for our dirty laundry.

I'll text it to you now.

[message sent whoosh]

[phone chimes]

[in Portuguese] Obrigado.

[in English] Listen, when will
I have access to my new, clean money?

I have bills to pay.

If I manage to pass most of this off
as income from the auction,

I'm thinking a week tops, maybe two.

Okay, great.

See you in class tomorrow.

[song continues playing]

[song ends]

[dogs barking in distance]

Great.

- Relax.
- This doesn't feel right, Puleng.

I mean, we don't even have the full 5K.

When has any of this ever felt right?

[sighs]

Okay, that's a sign. Let's just go.

[door lock rattling]

Ah, ladies.

You're late once again.

Come inside.

[tense music playing]

[door hinges creaking]

- Hi.
- [door closes]

Take a seat.

So, the money?

Count it.

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten...

[hip-hop music playing]

[Chris] Let's put our hands together
for KB, everybody.

[crowd cheering]

[Chris] That's it.
Let's hear it. Let's hear it.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is what we,
in the business, call prime stock.

[girls whooping]

[Chris] Just drink him in, ladies,
drink him in.

We're gonna start the bidding off
at 1,000 rand. Can I get 1,000?

One thousand rand. Can I get a one five?

- [girl 1] One thousand five hundred.
- One five, now two. Can I get a two...

- [girl 2] Two thousand!
- Two thou... Wow, that was quick.

- Okay. Can I get a two and a half?
- Two thousand five hundred!

- Two thousand five hundred.
- Three thousand!

- Three thousand.
- Three thousand five hundred.

Whoa! Girls, girls, girls! Whoa, whoa!

Hey, ladies.
Whoa, whoa, take it easy. Guys.

There's enough of KB to go around.
Let's take it easy, please?

Let's get back to the bidding.
We're on three and a half.

Three and a half.
Now four. Can I get a four?


Well, that, ladies,

is not 5K.

Are we gonna fuss over 268 rand?

Okay.

You can have my phone.
That should cover the rest of the money.

Puleng, let's just go.

Don't be in such a hurry.

Perhaps there's another deal to be made.

Look...

the answer to what you're looking for
is on this piece of paper.

What do you want?

I'm glad you asked.

I want

the two of you to decide

which one of you
is gonna take one for the team.

Oh my God.

[suspenseful music playing]

Now who's it gonna be?

[door opens, closes]

I've been everywhere, called everyone.

Nothing.

The police are on their way.

[sighs]

We can't lose another daughter.

We won't.

[Thandeka sobs]

[Fikile] Let's just go.
There has to be another way.

[Tendai] The clock is ticking, ladies.

[Puleng whispers]
I'll handle this. Trust me.

I'll do it.

Oh, good.

Let's just get this over and done with.

Yes, baby.

Oh f*ck! f*ck!

- [Tendai] Oh f*ck! [grunts]
- Let's go!

[grunting]

- [thwack]
- [screams]

f*ck!

[grunts]

[Wendy] Ladies and gentlemen,

kindly put your hands together
for Chris Ackerman.

[crowd cheering, shouting]

Okay, we'll start the bid at 1,000.
Anyone for 1,000?

- [girl 1] 1,500.
- 1,500.1,500, anyone?

- [girl 2] 1,500.
- 1,500.

- [girl 3] 2,000.
- [Wendy] 2,000. Jeez! Anyone? Any higher?

[Wendy] Okay! Um...

- [girl 4] 2,500.
- [Wendy] 2,500. Oh, okay.


Hey.

[Wendy] 3,000.

Have you seen Fiks?

How did the green pills I gave you
end up planted on Puleng?

I have no idea.
How do you know it's the ones you gave me?

Okay, lady in the yellow.

'Cause they were brand-new samples,
and you were the only one I gave them to.

Why Puleng?

I don't know who could have done that.
[scoffs]

I have no idea
what happened to those pills.

Sold to the lady over there!

Well, we need answers, okay? Trust me.

You don't wanna make an enemy
out of Puleng.

That bitch is crazy.

[Fikile]
I think I'm gonna call a Uber now.

[Puleng] Wait.

I'd like to read the results first.

Is that okay?

[Fikile] Okay.

[emotional music playing]

You ready?

[emotional music continues]

It's you.

[sobs] Oh my God.

Fikile, it's you.

You're Phume.

[Puleng sobs]

[sighs]

[Puleng sobs]

Um...

Um...

Can we just take a moment, please?

Okay. Mm.

You're right.

It's not over yet.

Hey, I think you should come home with me.

You can meet our parents,
and maybe you can meet...

Look.

[sniffles]

I know we should be going crazy and
telling the whole world what's happening,

but can we wait, please?

I just... I just really need to process.

[exhales, sniffles]

[Puleng sighs]

- Do you mind if I...
- No, sure.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Puleng sighs]

[dance music playing]

[sighs] Okay.

[Chris] Next up, we have our delightful
cheer captain, Gabby!

- Hey.
- The beautiful Gabby, everyone.

[phone chimes]

[Chris] Wow.
Okay, let's start the bidding at 250 rand.

Can I get 250? 200...

We've got 250, now 300, now three.


[Puleng] Hey.
I'm sorry for the disappearing act.

If you guys could just meet me
at the auction lobby, please,

I'd really appreciate it.

Consider this our last meeting
about finding Phume.

It's done.

[Chris] Four, can I get a four, four?
Anyone, four? 400, let's go. 450...

I have to go to the bathroom quickly.
Be in and out.

Okay.

[Chris] And sold for 600 rand.

Well done, Gabby.

- Hey.
- Friend, what the hell is going on?

I just got a message from your mom
saying you're on dr*gs and you ran away.

Yeah, what's going on?
Please don't drag me into any more sh*t.

Please?

Fiks and I met with someone
who confirmed that we're sisters.

Yeah, he basically confessed
to tampering with the DNA test results.

So no more sneaking around.

Fikile Bhele is Phumelele Khumalo.

She's my sister.

I just thought I'd let you two know first.

Oh my gosh, friend, your life.

I can't deal.

Did you go to the police already?

I can't.

Fiks asked for some time to process,
you know, before I spill the beans.

I owe her that at least, you know?

I've put her through a lot.

You should maybe go home
and tell your parents.

It's more complicated than that, Wade.
They think I'm on dr*gs.

Yeah, what is that about?

[Chris] ...the highlight of the evening,
presenting KB...

Oh, do you hear that?

Your boyfriend's
about to perform his song.

Should we go?

Okay, so I'm not gonna perform
"I Need You" tonight.

[crowd groans]

Hold up. Hold up, all right?
I got something new for you.

This goes out to everybody
that's been played.

Yo, DJ, please drop the b*at.

[song starts playing]

[crowd cheering]

- Let's go, let's go.
- [cheering]

♪ Last night, you didn't act right ♪

♪ So I'm setting us on fire
With the gaslight ♪

♪ The match strike, the flashlight ♪

♪ Baby, I only see you in my past life ♪

♪ Gaslight, gaslight ♪

♪ What?
We make it lit with the gaslight ♪

♪ What? Gaslight ♪

♪ What? Gaslight ♪

♪ I'm burning down the whole thing
Go get 'em like ♪

♪ Oh yeah, that's right
You didn't act right ♪

♪ You were just a quick fix
So I kissed Fiks ♪

♪ In the spotlight, all in plain sight ♪

♪ Playing disappear with him
You a slick chick ♪

♪ Yeah, I thought you my lady ♪

♪ Strung me along
While you're messing with Wadee ♪

♪ Make me feel like I'm crazy ♪

♪ Smiling along
But you've been acting shady ♪

♪ A clap for the girl
She stole the show ♪

♪ Is it Vezi or Khumalo, nobody knows? ♪

♪ You a real desperado
That's how you go ♪

♪ And I'm impressed by your skills
You're such a pro ♪

♪ And my friends told me about you
I never listened ♪

♪ You a shady girl
Who just steady on a mission ♪

♪ Came into the school
Just to cause a bit of friction ♪

♪ Sorry had to do it
Had to k*ll your ambition ♪

♪ Last night, you didn't act right ♪

♪ So I'm setting us on fire... ♪

Tahira, wait!

Why? So you can lie to me again?

KB's talking nonsense!
The love triangle only exists in his head.

[in Afrikaans] He's gone mad.

[in English] I like you, Tahira.

A lot.

I know.

But you just also like Puleng.

We're done, Wade. I can't do this.

♪ I wanna get away
So I'mma fly like a bird ♪

♪ Because there's nothing left, yeah,
As far as I'm concerned ♪

♪ You used to be the one
That I hold dear ♪

♪ And now I'm just waiting
Till the smoke clears... ♪

Fiks, hey. Has anyone seen Fiks?

Come on, guys.
She's up next. Please, anyone.

[song continues muffled]

[phone keypad beeping]

Hi. It's Fiks. Don't leave a message.

f*ck.

Wait until he finds out
you guys are sisters.

Boy, will that song slap differently.

Sorry, friend. Too soon?

He accuses me of cheating

and then goes behind my back
and kisses Fiks.

That's men for you.

They want their women chained to they side

while they go around sticking
they tongues down anything with boobs.

In my case, balls.

[sighs] f*ck.

[Puleng exhales]

Ah, ah, ah. Come, let's take you home.

♪ ...the whole thing with the gaslight ♪

- [microphone feedback]
- [song fades]

[Sam] Hey, what's up?

You okay?

I don't even know how to say it.

I'll make sense of it.

I promise.

Mm...

[breathes deeply]

Puleng and I are...

Puleng and I are sisters.

What?

I found out today.

Puleng's older sister, Phumelele Khumalo,

was abducted 17 years ago, and...

you're looking at her.

My mom and dad hid it from me
my entire life.

And even sabotaged mine
and Puleng's investigation.

Sabotaged?

Yup.

[splutters]

Look, we need to go.

I'll take you home.
I'll explain later, okay?

Okay.

I just need to sort something out at home.

Make sure that everyone on the committee
knows what they're doing. And...

Wendy?

Wendy.

We'll finish later.

- Did you find her?
- No.

Oh sh*t.

Just when things were going well.
We need to improvise.

Can't just pull a random person.

- What about you?
- [sighs]

[chuckles] What? No!

Come on, Wendy.
Just take one for the team.

Most of the committee
already put themselves out there.

The team needs you.

Right, so next up,
another highlight for the night,

we have the lovely
Wendy Dlamini, everyone.

- Yeah, let's hear it.
- [microphone feedback]

- The lovely Wendy.
- Go, bestie!

There we go. There we go.

Right, we're gonna start
the bidding off at 500 rand.


Anyone for 500? 500 rand, people.




I'm gonna start the bidding off
myself, then.



We've got 500, now six?

Can I get six? 500, now six.

Six hundred rand for the lovely Wendy.


- 600 rand.
- [boy] Fifty cents.

[crowd laughs]

Stop.


And sold to me for 500 rand.

Congratulations.

♪ I take apart the b*at and create
A masterpiece that's beyond belief ♪

♪ I am far past elite
I feel like I'm supreme ♪

♪ A young OG
Who's living in a time machine... ♪

Hey.

Tough crowd, eh?

♪ And plus, she had a wedding gown on ♪

♪ Still ghetto
So I call her Lotus River Flower b*mb... ♪

Wendy, you can go home. I'll wrap it up.

No, it's fine.

Sorry about tonight.

I shouldn't have laid it all on you.

- It's Fiks' fault.
- I don't need pity.

Just... I just need to face the facts.

What do you mean?

[inhales]

The facts are
Wendy Dlamini is not date material.

It's not the end of the world.
I don't care. I've got other strengths.

Exactly.

This is... this is just high school.

No, Wendy Dlamini
is meant for greater things.

Um, in other news, we met our target.

Congratulations.

That's... that's great.

[breathes deeply]

Can I please be left alone
for a bit, please?

♪ So many mistakes
So many mistakes, yeah ♪

♪ I make so many mistakes
So many mistakes ♪

♪ So many mistakes
So many mistakes, yeah... ♪

Thank you. Please keep us posted.

Bye-bye.

[sighs] She was spotted
at the school fundraiser.

- Thank goodness.
- So, is she alive, Baba?

Yes, my boy. You don't have to worry.

Everyone is working very hard to find her.

[door opens]

What is wrong with you?

- [Julius] Where were you?
- [Siya] Where's my money?

Can everyone please just calm down?

I'm not on dr*gs.

You're telling us to calm down?

Puleng, you stole your brother's money.

You ran away from home,
and you're telling us you're not on dr*gs?

You need help.

These people are here to help you.
Take her away.

Uh, Mom, but I can explain.

- Let go of us!
- Leave me. Mom, I can explain! Just...

[woman] Just cooperate. Just cooperate.

Phume's alive, okay! Phume's alive!

Hold on. Wait, what?

[sighs]

Phume,

she's alive.

[sighs]

She goes by the name of Fikile Bhele.

These are the DNA results.

I have all the evidence in my journal.

[breathes heavily]

♪ I make so many mistakes
So many mistakes ♪

♪ So many mistakes
So many mistakes, yeah... ♪

♪ And I don't always know the right things
To say ♪

♪ And I'm supposed to be a wordsmith ♪

♪ Some role model I am ♪

♪ I'm sorry that I'm not perfect ♪

♪ I made so many mistakes
So many mistakes... ♪

[song fades]

Is it true?

What is?

Proof I'm not your real daughter?

[in Zulu] Calm down, Bhelekazi.

[in English] Don't call me that.
Is it true or not?

Yes, it is.

[inhales] Puleng was right
this entire time.

I didn't give birth to you.

I am still your mother.

[suspenseful music playing]

[in Xhosa] Excuse me, Sam!

You can't be messing around
on my computer.

I'm not your age-mate.

What's going on?

Are you involved in this
Fiks and Puleng mess?

[in Xhosa] No idea what you're
talking about. Don't raise your voice.

[in English] I don't care!

Are you helping the people
that kidnapped Fiks when she was a kid?

My mother!

You kidnapped me!

You're my kidnapper! You kidnapped me!

Don't touch me!

- Please. Please listen to me.
- [sobbing]

Just give me a chance.

Please.

[Sam] Tell me what's going on, Ma.

Why are you planting the dr*gs
you found on me in Puleng's bag?

[in Xhosa] That's nonsense.

[in English] I don't know where
she got those dr*gs.

So where are the dr*gs
you found in my pocket?

I disposed of them for your protection.

No, you didn't.

Yes, it is true.

I adopted you.

And I have all the documentation upstairs
to prove it.

You have to believe me, my baby.

Ma, those dr*gs that were found on Puleng,
they're brand-new samples.

They're the only ones in circulation!

What are you up to?

Sam, you don't know those people.

Who?

Who, Ma?

I'm still the same woman who loves you

more than anything in this world.

The same woman
who loves you more than life itself.

I would never do anything
to hurt you, Bhelekazi.

What do you think happened to that woman
that you went to visit in prison?

How do you know about that?
What happened to her?

Whatever. I don't care.

- I'm going to the police. Try and stop me!
- Sam! She's dead!

They k*lled her

in her cell while she was sleeping.

All because
she opened her mouth to Fikile.

This is not a child's game, Sam.

People are dying.

[in Xhosa] My only regret

is that I didn't tell you the truth.

[in English] But my life has no meaning
without you, my baby.

You have to believe me.

[shuddered breathing]

[Brian] Hi. I'm home.

Uh...

Please, Bhelekazi.

Please, Bhelekazi, I beg you.

Don't ask your father.

He knows nothing about this.