03x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

‎-[birds chirping]
‎-[tense music plays]

‎[tense music swells]

[in Afrikaans] Our boys
in Jo'burg are on standby.

They want to know who's next.

All of them.

And what about Lester Khuzwayo?

I thought he was already dead.

We'll do that.

‎[thrilling intro music plays]

‎[siren wailing]

‎[suspenseful music plays]

‎-[crowd wailing]
‎-[metal clanging]

‎-[whistling]
‎-[metallic door latches clanging]

‎[whistling]

‎[blows raspberry]

‎[suspenseful music builds]

[in Zulu] Khuzwayo, my boy.

-What do you want?
-You have a visitor, my boy.

Why are you laughing?

Don't play with me,
I've never had a visitor before.

There are people
who still miss you, my boy.

And remember that you are still alive.

Let's go.

There's more than enough work.

-Let's go, Khuzwayo.
-Hey, man, hey!

-You're disturbing me! I'm working.
-Hey.

You weren't cleaning outside and now
you want to start cleaning here in jail.

This is not a visitors room, Sibeko!

This is a special visit! Go in!

Go in!

Sit down!

[tense beat plays]

Lester Khuzwayo.

Gail Basia.

[in English] It's actually
Inspector Gail Basia now.

[laughs] Congratulations then, Inspector.

What can I do for you?

You were doing so well on good behaviour.

But now you're the suspect
in the m*rder of a former inmate.

A former inmate,

who was selling drugs here.

And we all know that it's almost
impossible to get drugs in this prison.

Unless you're Mo Masire.

Okay, Gail.

[in Zulu] And me?

Where do I enter? Hmm?

What does that have to do with me?

[in English] Let me help you with that.

You see…

I don't really care much
for the dead or those already imprisoned.

However,

I'm interested in the source of the drugs.

‎[pensive music plays]

You see, the source
of the drugs is the same person

who's behind the botched
heist attempt that left you in that chair.

Outjie's uncle.

Now, if you can get me
some hard evidence against Gavin Salat,

that could knock years off your sentence.

And that little investigation
that we have going on?

Wrapped up, unsolved.

You see, there's
this thing in the force where

people actually think I'm crazy

because I just don't believe

that saintly philanthropic act
that Gavin Salat has going on.

In fact,

I believe…

that he's the biggest
drug importer in the country.

Along with being
the leader of the RIP g*ng.

Now, that's a tough pill to swallow.

So let's work together.

You scratch my back and I scratch yours.

[scoffs] You know what, Gail?

The only back I want to hear about now

is if I can go back to my cell, please.

-[Gail scoffs]
-Stop wasting my time.

I've got my eye on you and Mo.

And if we nail you for Outjie's m*rder,
[snickering] you're going away for life.

And I don't know
how long that life will be,

considering that you're
in prison with Salat's RIP boys.

So you be safe.

-Think about it.
-[tuts]

[exhales] You know what? [clears throat]

This would have been a real special visit…

[guard] Right, time is up.

…if you were here to offer sexual pleasure

[in Zulu] instead of this
nonsense you're telling me.

‎-[huffs]
‎-[dramatic music plays]

‎-[somber music plays]
‎-[birds chirping]

‎[Angela whimpering]

‎[sniffles]

‎[sobbing]

‎[sniffles]

[sobbing] Oh, my boy.

It's fine, baby.

‎[sniffles]

-[Angela continues sobbing]
-Oh, baby.

‎[sniffles]

[voice breaking] I'm so sorry.

I should have listened to you,

and left Jo'burg sooner.

-There's no point now.
-[Mimi sniffles]

What I feared happened.

I just… I just pray that you get Naledi…

join me and get as far away
from these people as possible.

Okay?

‎[somber music continues]

I know who's responsible.

And I'm going to make them pay.

The last thing this family needs

is another bloodthirsty
Masire making things worse.

Okay, ladies, can we please
relax… Please.

‎[tense music plays]

-Relax, love.
-[car door closes]

‎[car ignition]

‎[birds chirping]

[officer in Zulu] Hi, guys.

‎[tense music plays]

‎[indistinct chatters]

-[inmate 2] Pass the ball, man.
-[indistinct chatters]

‎[inmate 3 panting]

[indistinct chatter]

Uh, listen, we have
to get the f*ck out of here.

[in English] We're both
prime suspects of Outjie's death.

[in Zulu] Now, listen, I know
you're grieving right now, but…

[in English] The RIPs
are closing in on us.

What? "Us"?

The f*ck do you mean "us"?

Listen Mo, do you think you're safe? Hmm?

Let me tell you something you don't know.

It's Gavin Salat's
boys that had Tlotlo k*lled

because he believes you
have everything to do with Outjie's death.

Listen, I know how Gavin Salat thinks.

That thing he did to you
was just a mere warning to your family.

A f*cking warning shot!

That was my f*cking
son we're talking about.

And you're telling me
about a warning shot?

Don't f*cking touch me.

f*ck!

‎[tense music builds]

[guard] Wait.

‎[suspenseful music plays]

-[soft music plays]
-Where are you going?

[in Tswana] If you want revenge,
I'll go with the boys.

Don't forget that Tlotlo
was my nephew too, so you stay.

[in English] You won't stand
a chance against Aliko without me.

Uh-uh, Vero.

You're not the only
strong woman in this family.

[in Tswana] Keneilwe you don't understand…

[in English] Not even Mo or Simon
would dare go against Aliko right now.

He has powers.

Are you set to go?

The k*ller was found in a coffee shop
nearby just, just before Tlotlo's hit.

We took surveillance, took some
photos, ran a background check.

His name is Yusuf Josephs.

He's an RIP.

-No ways.
-What does that mean?

It means he's part of Gavin Salat's g*ng.

‎[tense music plays]

Are you saying
it's not Aliko who ordered the hit?

No.

Gavin Salat did.

And word on the street is
he's going for all the Masires.

Goodness.

What?

Verveldt mentioned something
about him reading minds.

-Who?
-Gavin Salat.

Which is probably true because he knows

-that you are coming.
-[huffs]

How would he know that I'm coming?

I don't f*cking know.

Are you making all this up?

No, I'm not making this up.

Let's forget about everything.

Because things I heard
about this man, they're scary.

Let's back off, please.

I have more reasons
than just business to meet Gavin Salat.

But ma'am, if you
just think about this for a moment…

Dismissed.

[Keneilwe] Vero.

[in Tswana] Why are you so stubborn?

Is your pregnancy
making you not to listen to us?

What do you know
about pregnancy, Keneilwe?

‎[huffs]

‎-[snoring]
‎-[movement]

‎-[metallic door opening]
‎-[tense music plays]

‎-[gasps]
‎-[eerie voice] ‎Masire.

Vero.

‎[weird whispering]

‎[door squeaking]

‎[man yells, growls]

‎[gasps]

-That was a lie.
-[weird whispering continues]

‎[door clanging continues]

‎[dramatic music plays]

‎[panting]

‎-[inmate groans]
‎-[dramatic music builds]

‎-[guard groans]
‎-[keys jingle]

‎[throwing blows]

‎[distant indistinct chatters]

‎[alarm beeping]

‎[prisoners' excited chatters]

‎[alarm beeping continues]

-[inmate 1] Hey, man!
-[prisoners howling]

‎[both grunting]

‎[guard] Hey, hey, man!

‎-[Mo grunting]
‎-[alarm beeping continues]

‎[prisoners howling excitedly]

‎[prisoners wailing]

‎-[batons hitting]
‎-[indistinct chattering, wailing]

‎[chaotic shouting]

[man in English] Two… Two.

Three… Three.

Four.

‎[Gail yells] Four!

‎[tense music plays]

-What is it?
-I've been trying to call you.

My phone's in my bag.

What's so urgent?

Lester Khuzwayo and Mogomotsi Masire.

They escaped.

sh*t.

[Gail] So that is the location
of the prison,

with one small access
road to it, which will be patrolled.

Now it'll take them about eight
hours to reach the main road on foot.

As it stands, it's been
about four hours since their escape.

Which still places them
in the vicinity of the forest.

Now we've got
different units which are stationed

at different exit points.

And they take directive from us.

‎[apprehensive music plays]

Are there any questions?

[all] No questions.

It's hard enough
chasing down one criminal mastermind.

We're pursuing two.

And their combined intellect
will be working overtime

to try and stay one step ahead of us.

We can't let that happen.

Are we ready?

-[all] Yes.
-[man] Yes, we are ready.

Let's go get them.

[Gail sighs] Come.

They would be here.

‎[apprehensive music continues]

‎[panting]

‎[groans]

‎[Lester whispers indistinctly]

[Mo] Let's go.

‎[dogs barking distantly]

[in Zulu] Do you hear dogs?

-And people.
-[Mo panting]

‎[coughs]

I'm tired.

-I'm tired.
-[Mo panting]

I hope you can swim. [panting]

What?

-Yeah.
-Don't you dare put me in the water.

[in English] Yeah, f*ck it.

I'm going in.

‎[water splashes]

Mo.

‎[dogs barking]

Boss.

I think I have something here.

That's fresh.

Which means that they can't be too far
from here.

-Let's go!
-[dog barks]

‎-[officer calls out]
‎-[dogs barking]

I think they went in.

We need more support.

‎[radio call beeping]

Let's get the choppers in, guys.
Let's get it in now!

[officer calls out]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[officer calls out]

‎[tense music plays]

‎[phone rings]

[Vero] Hey.

Why are you ignoring my calls?

I've been busy.

So you're out here making
moves on a rescue mission?

What are you talking about?

Look, if you were out there
on your own, I wouldn't really care.

Okay?

That's my baby, too.
I need to know what the hell is going on.

‎[tense music plays]

I don't remember
giving CNN an exclusive into my life.

Oh, I'm supposed to just fall back?

Isador, if you really want
this child to live, you'll back off, okay?

‎-[phone disconnects]
‎-[tense music playing]

[sighs] Keneilwe.

[in Tswana] You called Isador?

-[Kenielwe exhales]
-Don't even try to deny it, Keneilwe.

You're the only person who has his number.

Well, sis,

you don't listen to any
of us in the house,

so I thought you'd listen to him instead.

Listen to a man telling me what to do?

A man?

[in English] He's not just a man.

He's going to be a father of your child.

[yells] That's if this baby survives!

[male reporter] Breaking news!

[female reporter] A violent uprising
unfolded at a maximum security

prison in Magaliesburg last night,

claiming the lives
of three guards and six prisoners.

In the chaos,
two inmates managed to escape.

The authorities have
since launched an intensive manhunt

for Mogomotsi Masire and Lester Khuzwayo.

‎[tense music plays]

‎-[both panting]
‎-[apprehensive music plays]

[Lester pants] Mo!

Mo!

[Mo in Zulu] Hurry up.

[Lester] Woah, woah!

Wait for me!

‎[Mo pants]

[Lester panting] Stop! Wait for me.

I'm tired.

It's quite a distance.

Let's steal a car. [coughing]

[Mo in English] I see one coming.

Let me get it.

-Hey, hey, hey.
-[Mo] What?

You can't just stop any car.

[in Zulu] Not one likely to be stopped

-by police, man…
-[Mo] Listen… [panting]

My family is in danger! I've got to go.

Okay, so if you want
to save them, then listen to me.

The police are
keeping tabs on all of them.

Monitoring all calls
and messages, think man!

Alright. [panting]

Woah, woah! You can stop this one.

[in English] Ju… Just listen.

[Mo] Just listen to me for once! Just…

-All right?
-Okay.

Follow my lead, right?

-Okay, man, stop the truck.
-Come here.

What are you doing?

‎-[lorry hooting]
‎-[Mo whistles]

‎-[tense music plays]
‎-[lorry hooting]

Woah, woah, woah.

Woah, woah, woah!

My man.

I've been chasing
this guy since Magaliesburg.

He's an escaped convict.
Listen, I need your help.

-Yes.
-I need to get to Randburg quickly.

[grunts] [in Tswana]
But I'm not going to Randburg.

-I'm going to Jo'burg.
-This man is very, very dangerous.

Help me out here.

You can see that is a cunning man.

[Mo in English] Please put us in front.

Consider this a duty to your country.

Please, my man, I'm desperate.

[in Tswana] But he
won't be sitting at the front, right?

It's fine! We can sit at the back.

-Alright, throw him at the back.
-[Mo grunts]

‎[Lester groans]

[Driver] Wow, this guy.

-Move quickly!
-[tense music continues]

Wow.

‎[exhales]

‎[tense music swells]

[Sting in English] We need
to find Mo before the police do.

[Keneilwe] This isn't like him.

[in Tswana] He has served
most of his sentence.

Why would he run away
when he only had six months?

Is it not because of Tlotlo's death?

[in English] Maybe he's out for vengeance.

But why escape with Lester?

Because Salat probably
has a target on both of them.

Look, I don't know.
I think we get out now.

We're running late for our flight.

‎[suspenseful music plays]

[in Tswana] Okay, sister…

We are worried about our brother,

who needs our help and you are worried
about flights! A flight to Cape Town.

[in English] Mo can take care of himself.

-Let's go, boys.
-[footsteps receding]

‎[Keneilwe scoffs]

Unbelievable!

[reporter on radio] One man escaped
wearing the stolen uniform

of a prison guard.

The other was wearing prison uniform.

The escapees are crime kingpins,
Lester Khuzwayo and Mogomotsi Masire.

‎[pensive music plays]

‎[Lester chuckles]

[in Zulu] You played it well.

You said, "Do it for your country."

[laughs]

I still say,

we should've k*lled this guy.

Taken the truck and his clothes.

Look at us, hmm?

How are we going to get
to Phumzi looking like this?

[tuts] No.

[in English] What's the point of k*lling
a guy who's not a threat to us, Lester?

‎[suspenseful music plays]

[in Zulu] Goodness, blue lights.

Wow.

Oh sh*t.

Stay down! Stay down.

-What's happening?
-Stop talking.

[tense music plays]

[officer] Woah.

‎-[radio call indistinct chatter]
‎-[Mo huffs]

Stay down! Stay down.

‎Okay.

‎[dog barking]

[in Tswana] My good sir.

[Driver] Hello, Sir.

‎[radio call indistinct chatters]

Who are you travelling with?

-I am travelling alone.
-[dog barking]

I'm not going
to get into your fight! Eish.

[Driver] I was suppose
to travel with my girlfriend.

-[officer] Wow.
-[dog panting]

But she woke up
on the wrong side of the bed.

[exclaims] You know how women get.

They're on and off.

You know what she said to me?
[cackles] Sir.

What's happening?

What are you seeing?

[Driver] "Sello, I am tired
of seeing blood-dead people."

‎-[tense music plays]
‎-[dog barks]

Sir. [laughing]

I'm kidding.

[laughing] I am talking
about blood spilled from the accident.

-Go, go, go.
-I don't k*ll people.

-You can go.
-[officer 2] Wait, wait, wait.

Hold on, hold on.

Wait! The dog has picked up
something in that car.

Dog?

No, sir, look, like I said
that the car is from an accident.

So I'm thinking that the dog
must be smelling blood from the seats.

Go, go, go!

-Go!
-[sighs]

[Lester] I told you.

‎-[dog barking]
‎-[tense music continues]

‎[auspicious music plays]

Do you know where you're going?

‎[suspenseful music plays]

Are you lost?
We're going round in circles.

I'm not stupid.
I know where I'm going! Just hang on.

-Check, check! Shh, hold on.
-I'm coming with…

Hang ten… Let me speak
to the dude real quick.

Are you crazy?
You want me to stay here? Hmm?

[in English] You're
in the f*cking prisoner's uniform.

Think for one f*cking second.

But Mo, you're being selfish! Goodness.

Why can't I come with you? I'm serious.

Because you're in a prisoner's uniform.

Listen, listen to me! Just listen.

Find a bush, hide.

I'll find you.

-Just hang ten for one f*cking second.
-[Lester] Hurry up.

[in Tswana] Thank you
so much for helping me out.

Stop beating around the bush.

I know who you are now.

You are Mogomotsi Masire.

Alright, you got me! It's me.

I am Mogomotsi, you are right.

Look, let's do this…

Give me your number.
I'll E-wallet money, and you'll be good.

No, my brother.

Come on! Don't be silly, man.

You know the limit for E-wallet is R3000.

What can I do with R3000?

-Shh! Shh! shh!
-I saved you from going to jail.

I get you
and I appreciate that, my brother.

Look, uh, write down your address for me.

-Write your address down! Look, write…
-Wow, this guy!

You're being so difficult, man.

No, no.

You know what?

No, I'm on to you.
Write, I'll make sure you good.

Take.

Thank you! I'll never forget you.

Actually, you think I'm a joke.

‎[tense music plays]

‎[grunts]

‎[Mo pants]

‎[food sizzling]

-Phumzile.
-[gasps]

‎[shushes] Relax, it's me.

-[panting]
-It's me.

[in English] Your lives are in danger.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry.

‎[glass shatters, clatters]

‎[Phumzi screams]

Do you have a g*n?

It's in my safe.

Alright, get it.

Okay, let me have it.

-No one uses my g*n except for me.
-This is not the time, Phumzi! Let's go.

Stay behind me. [pants]

‎[tense music subsides]

‎[birds chirping]

‎[screeching]

Let's go.

Where did you get the f*cking car?

And the clothes?

And the phone. [laughs]

It doesn't matter.
Get in the car, let's go.

Alright.

‎[man groaning]

Who the f*ck is that?

It doesn't matter.
At least I didn't k*ll him.

Oh, f*ck!

-Care to explain what's going on?
-Listen, your lives are in danger. [pants]

That's all I can tell you for now.

We were doing just fine
until you showed up, Mogomotsi.

There's a hit
on every Masire that's living.

That includes you and my son.

-Borrow me this phone.
-[man groaning]

Dude, listen, you can't just call anyone.

[in Zulu] What's wrong with you?

‎[inspection machine beeping]

-[phone ringing]
-[indistinct P.A announcements]

Talk.

Sting.

-Mogomotsi?
-Where are you?

[sighs] We're at the airport.

We're going to Cape Town.

[in English] Veronica is with you.
Please give her the phone.

Sure.

It's him.

‎[tense music plays]

Mo?

Veronica.

Please tell me you're safe?

Yes, I'm safe… Are you?

[exhales] I am.

If you're going
after Gavin Salat, you're not safe.

I'm going for business.

Business?

There's an entire
hit on the f*cking family

because of the f*cking
business you're trying to do.

Look, there was a slight
misunderstanding, okay?

I'm going to sort it out.

A misunderstanding?

My son is f*cking dead.

You're gonna call it a misunderstanding?
Is that what you're doing?

Mo, we're going to miss our flight.

We'll speak when I come back.

-[Mo] Veronica! Veronica!
-[phone disconnects]

f*ck!

What's gotten into her?

No one cares.
Get in the car, and let's go.

Are you serious?

Where is this uncle?

‎-[tense music builds]
‎-[birds calling]

So where are we going?

‎[indistinct radio conversation]

Anywhere where
I can keep my wife and my son safe.

Wife? [huffs]

Where is my son?

He's safe with my uncle.

‎[Mo huffs]

We just have to find a place
where we can lay our heads for the night.

Any ideas?

‎[Lester whines]

Angela's still around
town for another week.

But she's going back home
to Cape Town after that.

No.

She could be bugged.
I mean, she's a Masire after all.

No, not anymore.

She changed her surname and her number.

‎[Mo huffs]

Do you think she'll welcome us?

She'll welcome me.

[radio host] Thirty-six hours of…

-Okay.
-No, no, no, listen.

Listen, don't… Don't use your phone.

What?

It's possibly bugged.

[radio host] Because… the police
have reported at least 200 accidents.

continue to rise…

I'm sorry.

‎[Phumzi huffs]

[radio host] …intense upheaval
and fire has left much

of the city with civilian
casualties continuing to grow…

[tense music plays]

[Lester] Where are we going?

Uh, just pull up.

-Stop here. Stop.
-[in Zulu] Where?

Anywhere! Just stop.

‎-[sighs]
‎-[street indistinct chatters]

-[Mo breathy] Okay.
-Why are we stopping here?

Give me your phone.

‎[street indistinct chatters]

Make the call.

‎[Mo heaves]

‎[cars hooting]

‎[sentimental music plays]

‎[phone ringing]

‎[phone continues ringing]

[Angela] Hello.

Hey, Angela! It's Phumzi.

Oh, hey.

Um, I was just thinking about you.

Did you hear about Mo's escape?

[in Zulu] Yeah, I heard on the news.

[in English] Don't let him
anywhere near you.

[Phumzi] That's why I'm calling.

I'm really scared he'll come to me

so I was just wondering

if maybe I can come stay
by your place for a few days?

[Angela] Yeah, sure.

Um, I'll send you my location.

Thank you.
Please send to this number, okay?

Bye.

[grunts] [in Zulu]
May I please have my phone back?

Let's go.

Wait, we need to get clothes to change.

[in English] These oversized clothes
are too much now.

The man we highjacked
must've been a giant.

[scoffs] [in Zulu] You a critique now?

Where are you going to get clothes?

Hang tight.

Where are you going?

‎[upbeat music plays]

[in English] This is crazy.

‎[Mo panting]

Let's go.

[in Zulu] How'd you get
these without money?

[in English] I've got a g*n, you know?

‎[Lester laughs]

‎[tense music plays]

‎[doorbell buzzing]

Welcome.

-[in Zulu] Where's Simon Junior?
-Hey.

I haven't seen him in a while.

He's at my uncle's place.

Oh.

‎[tense music plays]

‎[indistinct chattering outside]

-Angela, I can explain.
-[bird chirps outside]

You said I could
trust you with my location.

[in English] Our lives are in danger.

Mo escaped from prison to protect us.

You are in danger because of him.

Tlotlo is dead because of him.

[huffs] The nerve to bring him here.

Why are you talking
about me like I'm not even here?

You don't even exist to me.

‎[pensive music plays]

You think you're the only one grieving?

Tlotlo was my son, too.

Never even made it to his funeral.

How do you think that makes me feel?

What about birthdays?

Where were you?

-Why would he want you at his funeral?
-[tense music builds]

He had made a decision
to cut ties with the Masire family,

because he didn't want
to be a jailbird like his father.

Or dead like his Uncle, Simon. [huffs]

No.

You should have known
that the Masire curse,

it follows you everywhere.

Angela, that's enough.

Mo is broken enough.

You and I both know
he's a good man who makes bad choices.

Are we not our choices?

[in Zulu] In fact what's going on here?

[in English] Are you two back together?

No, that will never happen.

I'm just trying to stay alive
so that I can go back to my son.

[grunts] Mo.

‎-[huffs]
‎-Any chance of getting

‎something to eat here?

‎You know, we haven't eaten
‎since yesterday.

My fat friend
in the boot must be starving too.

Yeah.

‎[suspenseful music plays]

No one must come in here for cleaning.

Copied.

Also, the meeting with Gavin Salat
has been scheduled for tomorrow.

Good.

Queen, I don't want to sound
like a broken record, but I just…

Well, if you don't want
to sound like one, stop talking.

I didn't come all the way
to Cape Town just to change my mind.

Okay.

‎[man pants]

[Lester] Told you that…

I wouldn't hurt you, right?

Look, I'm even making
sure that you're well fed.

‎-[chuckles]
‎-[man pants]

In fact,

[in Zulu] do you want another one?

Please.

-You know…
-Please.

Wait, I didn't even get your name?

Mandla.

It's Mandla.

Hey, Mandla. [chuckles]

Listen here Mandla, uh…

I'm sorry, you know?

But…

It was nice to meet you, my friend.

It's under unfortunate circumstances.

Although, you could just release me.

Just release me, man.

Well, Mandla.

Here's a hot dog.

Eat and fill yourself because…

you should be happy
you're still alive. [chuckles]

Wow, you.

-Can I help you?
-[gentle music plays]

[in English] No, no, no. Um, it's fine.

Thanks.

‎[utensils clinking]

Angela, I'm really sorry for lying to you.

And also, thank you
so much for welcoming us.

I'm doing this for you.

Only.

Thank you.

‎[Lester sniffs, sighs]

The driver is good now.

I took care of him.

‎[sighs]

Hey, listen, though.

You did good today.

Thanks, King.

We just gotta figure
out a way forward now.

Yeah.

Yeah.

‎[clears throat]

Hey.

-Can I talk to you?
-[sentimental music plays]

Yeah, sure.

Okay.

Mo, [exhales] Simon
and I are making a life without you.

A normal life.

Wow.

Never thought I'd hear you say that.

You know, I can't help but…

think about the first time
I ever laid my eyes on you.

You gave me hope.

I never wanted this for us.

I always wanted my family to be together,

with love,

peace,

and legitimacy, you know.

And then met my daughter, Neo,
for the first time, remember that?

Watching the two
of you bond the way you did.

It really warmed my heart.

And then I lost her.

‎[suspenseful music plays]

‎[phone dail pad clicking]

[man] JMPD, hello?

Uh…

I'd like to report a crime.

When I lost her the way that I did,

it truly broke my heart.

Shredded it into pieces.

There you were…

piecing it back together.

‎[sirens wailing]

You know, I tried with Brooklyn,

Even though you never
really gave me a chance.

I tried.

I've obviously f*cked that up too.

You and Simon Junior were…

the only thing I have,
the only semblance of hope.

Simon Junior is my only shot
at redemption.

f*ck.

Don't take that away from me.

-Don't ever take that away from me.
-[sirens continue blaring]

‎[sighs] My God.

[clears throat] Guys, um,

we need to go.

We need to go.

I called the police.

-I'm sorry.
-[sirens wailing]

We need to go now.

You need to go now.

-[Mo] Goodness.
-[Phumzi] Lester, my bag, please!

[Mo] Go time! Let's go, let's go!

Let's go, let's go.

[Mo] Come, come, come.

Come, come, come.

[Mo sighs]

Hey.

You want to know who helped me escape,

not just prison, but death?

-[Lester] And then?
-It was my brother, Simon.

-I saw him, Angela.
-[sirens blaring]

It wasn't just a dream.

It was him.

-It was a peaceful version of him.
-[Lester grunts]

No hatred, no pain.

-The truest form of him.
-[Lester] Hey, Mo! Mo!

A part of him
not even death can take away.

[Lester] Hey, Mo!

-I'm sorry.
-[Lester] Mo!

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Wait, um…

I'm sorry.

-It's okay.
-It's okay. [pants]

It's okay.

-[Mo] Okay.
-Go, go, go.

-What's going on?
-[tense music plays]

What the f*ck, Mo?

-[clicks]
-Shh, come.

‎[sirens continue wailing]

[in Zulu] Let's go, let's go!

-Lester, Lester.
-[Lester grumbling]

-Hold on, hold on, hold on.
-[Lester] What?

-That's a helicopter, my man.
-[helicopter whirring]

There's no way out for us! Come here!

Listen, this is the end of the road.

Find a safe place to hide.

Take our son and be safe.

[in Zulu] There's nothing we can do now.

Listen here, he is talking nonsense.

We can make this, okay?

How? How?

Just trust me.

Trust me, come.

Come, let's go! Let's go.

-Let's go.
-[sirens wailing]

‎[sirens continue wailing]

Oh, f*ck!

‎[grunts]

Oh.

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

‎[helicopter whirring]

f*ck.

My goodness.

Oh no.

-Mogomotsi Masire! Lester Khuzwayo.
-[dramatic music plays]

It's over! Get out of the car.

[yells] Get out of the car!

I'm giving you ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

-Six.
-[g*ns c*ck]

Five.

Four.

-Three.
-Okay, okay, okay.

-Okay, Basia! Don't sh**t.
-[siren blaring]

-[g*ns c*ck]
-I said both of you.

It's only me here.

Where's your partner?

‎[tense music plays]

I'm still single.

Are you interested?

No, thank you! You're not my type.

-Your loss.
-[radio call buzzes]

-On your knees!
-[indistinct radio chatter]

[officer 1] Hands! Hands!

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Where the f*ck is he?

[panting] I told you it was only me.

Check the boot.

That guy might be your type.

[yells] Check the boot!

Get him out of my sight.

Arrest him!

I like it rough.

-Let go of me.
-[tense beats play]

‎-[officer grunts]
‎-[Lester groans]

[officer 2] Get him!

‎[Mandla grunts]

‎[farts]

[in Afrikaans] Sorry.

It's all the hotdogs
they've been feeding me, man.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Sorry, sorry hey.

[in English] Somebody untie him.

-Yeah, hey.
-[groans]

‎-[hooting]
‎-[siren wails]

‎[tense music plays]

‎-[glasses clinking]
‎-[upbeat music playing]

[girl] Hey, baby! You're my type.

‎[man whistles]

‎[tense music plays]

‎-[door squeaks open]
‎-[siren wailing distantly]

‎[disco music playing in the background]

Seriously?

It's only for one night.

‎[suspenseful music plays]

[sighs] All this…

the sacrifices,

the risks…

just for you.

Queen, the car is ready.

Give me the keys.

We can't let you drive by yourself.

I insist.

I'm going alone.

[in Tswana] But it's not safe.

[in English] Queen!

From what I hear about this guy,
we can't let you go alone.

Vero!

‎[music shifts to apprehensive]

‎[suspenseful music plays]

[Leon] Wait a minute. Stop, stop!

-Stop, stop, stop!
-[Lester] Hey!

Pull in over here.

We should get closer.

No, no, we're good right here.

Is this where you're getting off?

No, you're staying
with us for as long as I say.

Okay, I just got another request.

I don't give a f*ck.

Are you loaded?

Locked and loaded.

How are we going
to know… if she's in trouble?

We just wait here a while,
if she doesn't come out…

we go in.

‎Okay.

‎-[sentimental music plays]
‎-[crow cawing]

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

I always have time for business.

Although we started off on the wrong foot.

Wrong foot?

The k*lling of my nephew.

You lost a nephew?

Owning up to it
would make life a lot easier.

I also lost a nephew.

He was in prison.

I lose a nephew.

You lose one too.

Strange coincidence.

Anyway,

condolences to your family.

Apologies.

I don't offer
condolences unless they're sincere.

I'm impressed already.

I only deal with honest people.

‎[ominous music plays]

Everything okay?

Everything is fine.

Sit.

Let me get you some water.

‎[tense music playing]

‎[eerie grunts]

Carrim.

I've got a body for you to collect.