02x02 - Mayday

[bunniefuu]

[ethereal music playing]

[in Sesotho]
What are you doing in my house?

- Pa!
- [Puleng grunts]

[in English] Are you okay, babe?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, my girl.
I didn't realize it was you.

I saw someone
trying to hide under your car,

and I just thought perhaps it's a burglar.

- I thought you were going to the bathroom.
- I was. I... I... um...

I needed toilet paper.
I thought I'd come to the garage.

That's where they keep it at my place.

Um, then I came across
the photo albums, and...

[tuts] ...I couldn't resist.

[phone vibrating]

[tuts] My phone had fallen
beneath your car.

I went to grab for it, and I guess
your dad thought I was hiding.

[tense music playing]

Okay, look, let's just go upstairs and...

[in Sesotho] It's getting late, son.

Her parents must be looking for her.
She should leave.

[in English] Um, your dad's right.
I should get home.

My mom tried to call me.

I'll get my stuff.

[Puleng kissing KB]

I'm really sorry about this, sir.

[footsteps retreating]

[door opens, closes]

[clock ticking]

[Fikile] So everything I tell you in here
is, like, confidential.

You can't say anything to anyone?

Fikile.

I've been doing this for a very long time.

[Puleng] Meeting in the middle
of the night's a bit dramatic.

Sit down.

- You're drunk.
- Sit.

[music swells]

I'd like to do the DNA test.

I have one here.

How long have you had that?

I got it a few weeks ago.

Just in case.

[Fikile] Puleng Vezi...

I mean, Khumalo.

Her sister was kidnapped 17 years ago,

and now she thinksI'm her.

Her sister.

[pulsing music playing]

[Janet in Zulu]
Does anyone else know about this?

In the news, they say
that her father sold his daughter.

Me.

[Puleng] Fiks,

thanks for doing this.

My parents, um, my mom, especially...

Can you just

shut up about this
until we get the results back, please?

[tense music playing]

If Puleng is right,

and if I do this DNA test,
then it means that...

Do it.

[music builds to crescendo]

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

[elevator dings]

♪ Baby, please don't ignore me ♪

[both moaning]

- Uh, Sarah. Um...
- [music stops]

[Sarah] Chrissy.

- My boy.
- [Chris] Michael.

- [laughing] Hey.
- "Chrissy."

Um, aren't you...
aren't you supposed to be, uh...

- In Fuerteventura.
- Yeah, cheers.

Yeah, that place. Why aren't you there?

Oh, Dad had a little bit of business.
A quick meeting.

Since when do you attend meetings?

[Michael grunts] It's a bit chilly, eh?

- Uh, it is. It is.
- [Michael] Yes.

[laughs awkwardly, clears throat]

Oh sh*t. Sorry, buddy.

Uh, I'm Michael. This is Sarah.
We're Chris's parents.

And you are?

I'm Mark, Chris's boyfriend.

And he's, um, leaving.

[Sarah] Oh.

- I guess it's a school night.
- Of course. Of course.

I remember my matric year
at this time. It was crazy.

- I'm in grade 11, Michael.
- [Mark tuts]

- [laughing] Yes!
- He knew that.

Right. Oh!

Chrissy, I have missed you so much.

Look at you.

- Do you want a drink?
- No.

When did you have a boyfriend?

You have to tell me all about it.
First, give your mother a hug.

[Sarah exclaims]

[door opens]

[light switch clicks]

You're grounded.

[in Zulu] Do you hear me?

- [in English] Ma...
- Don't you "Ma" me.

You left in the middle of class

while your father and I
sat across the room

from that girl's parents
defending your honor.

Some boy,
Wade, showed up here to tell us that.

Wade was here?

[in Zulu] Keep quiet!

[Puleng sighs]

[in English] At first, I thought
that Parkhurst was good for you.

But recently, all you do is lie

and wander across town
until God knows what time.

Look at you!

[in Zulu] What's going on?

[in English] Parkhurst isn't the problem.

If I'm a liar,
then I get it from both of you.

[in Zulu] What did you say?

Did Dad tell you
I was in the courtroom a few weeks ago?

[in English] I know that he asked you
to have an abortion.

And you?

I'm pretty sure you were so relieved
when Phume was abducted.

- Problem solved.
- Enough!

How could you let him back
into this house, Ma?

Why this charade?

Baba, why is everyone yelling?

Sis Puleng, what are you doing now?

[exhales sharply]

[music swells]

[ornament shattering]

[Julius] Siya, let's get you back to bed.

[woman] Without medical aid, we require
a percentage of the fees up front.

We can come to an arrangement after that.

[Reece] So, sorry, how much
to get her admitted tomorrow?

3,500 rand per night for the bed, ma'am.

That would exclude the treatment
and physician fees.

- For the week, that's...
- Okay, thank you.

[phone beeps]

[Phillipa] Reece,
come see Mama's children.

[Phillipa singing indistinctly]

Reece?

[in Afrikaans] My darling sweetheart.

[hopeless music playing]

[in English] Reece?

[music continues]

[bell ringing]

[principal] We have decided
to support your application.

Miss Dlamini?

For the Future Leaders of Africa Award?

But you hate me.

[scoffs]

You are challenging.

I don't hate you.

Any student who would take a chance
on representing their country

and their continent at the UN
deserves to be admired.

But

you're literally always punishing me.

I discipline you
because I believe in you, Wendy.

You have good intentions,
as far as I can see.

I'd say it's working with people
that you struggle with.

But, ma'am...

In any case, you'll have
to boost your school activities

to be seriously considered for this award.

And seeing as you've quit
the school magazine,

any ideas as to what else
you might want to do?

♪ They don't wanna see us win
They don't wanna see us shine ♪

If you'd like to join the committee
and help our friends in matric

plan something really special,
come and sign up.

♪ Now I'm sitting on a throne, huh-huh
Leave me alone ♪

♪ I'm like Prince... ♪

What, Chris?

Hi, Wendy. Wow, riveting.
Just a beautiful collection of words.

Just one thing.

You... you do realize
the only people who plan dances

are those who don't get invited
to dances, right?

Well, thanks, Chris.

But since you are unlikely
to make it to matric,

I'll take advice from someone else.

[teacher] Okay. Time's up.

This is business economics,
not debate society.

I'm just saying, you scare people.

Your face is always so angry.
Maybe smile every now and then.

Oh. So are you trying to say
I'm the angry Black woman?

I said take your seat, Miss Dlamini.

Hey, one of these days,
you're gonna catch hands from Wendy, bro.

[teacher] Carry on with your assignments.

No phones in class.

Miss van Rensburg?

What's up?

[sighs] Just bored as f*ck.

So, Michael and Sarah showed up.

Six months later.

What happened to Fuerteventura?

Don't know.
I'm sure they'll be gone again soon.

♪ I'm like Prince
Michael Jordan, Luther ♪

♪ I'm like Steve Biko, Tutu, Madiba ♪

♪ I'm like, ay, yeah, I'm great ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm great... ♪

- Mr. Ferreira?
- Yep.

Is it possible to introduce a new product
to the market even if there's no demand?

Absolutely.

Uh, many businesses
start off with the premise

that the customer has a problem,
but they don't know it yet.

Your job is to highlight it for them.

And if you're clever,

the customer will end up
selling the product for you.

♪ Yeah, I'm great ♪

[locker slams]

[phone buzzes, chimes]

- Wade!
- [whimpers] Hi!

- Fikile agreed to do the DNA test.
- Okay.

- Last night, she said she wanted to do it.
- So now she believes you?

I mean, she's not ready
to say it yet, I guess.

That doesn't matter.

But, Wade, it's almost over.

[laughs]

- [chuckles uneasily]
- [KB clears throat]

[Wade] Hi.

[spluttering]

Did I interrupt something?

[spluttering]

Puleng.
Yes, Puleng was just congratulating me.

Yeah. You're looking at
the new magazine society chief editor.

[softly] The chief editor.

Ah. Aye. Bet, bro.

- Bet, bet. Bet, yeah.
- Yeah.

[Puleng] Is that
the photo album from last night?

- Yeah. I kinda felt bad...
- [Puleng] Okay.

I guess I'm just gonna...

[whimsical music playing]

[Puleng] Oh my goodness, stop.

This is so cute. Is this your old house?

- It's another house we have in Kommetjie.
- Yeah?

We used to live there at the time,
and my dad used to work from there

'cause he couldn't really afford offices.

Guy, stop.

Oh, my mom took that
before she and my dad separated.

And then she just...
she just left for London.

Now we barely speak.

- I know. It's weird, right?
- No, it's not.

I remember she made
this crazy meringue cake,

and everyone was just there,
and there were balloons.

It was just amazing.

Yeah. So, everyone's here but Fiks.

- How come?
- I don't know.

But look. Look.

See, when I look at this picture,

this must have been
the best birthday I've ever had.

Wait a minute. Did I hear correctly?

Is KB actually planning
his own birthday party?

It's your birthday?

Oh my gosh. I'm the worst girlfriend ever.

[scoffs] Yeah.
I give you two another week.

[scoffs]

So, are you planning something or not?

Wait, do you guys go to this house?

No, not really.

My dad uses it for storage mostly,
archives and things and...

So then how come we don't go there
this weekend, to the house?

- No.
- Recreate some of these old memories.

No. Guys, listen.
Birthdays aren't my thing.

- Ugh. Don't listen to his bullshit.
- Come on, KB.

It's gonna be chill.
We'll just have a braai, play some games.

Vacation type of thing.

Okay, he's turning 18, not 30.

We're turning up, okay?

I'll bring the crucial supplies.

You know, babe, personally,
games night is my thing.

Can we do that?

You're just saying that.

- [bell ringing]
- Principal Daniels? Whew!

Oh, hi. I have been meaning
to touch base with you.

I'm sorry we haven't had
an opportunity to catch up.

- [chuckles] Oh, that's okay.
- It's been rather eventful around here.

- [both laugh]
- Go ahead. I'll be right there.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Oh, Principal.

It's funny. Actually, that's exactly what
I've been meaning to talk to you about.

Um...

An issue came up
during my session with Fikile Bhele.

About the protection order
she's taken against Puleng Khumalo.

As a school, we cannot take sides in this.

Yes, absolutely.

But I, um...

I do think that I should speak
to Miss Khumalo as well,

just to make sure that she's coping.

[hip-hop music playing]

[whirring]

[splattering]

[Zama] That was a fail.

Is it supposed to be so lumpy, friend?

[sniffs]

Oh, it smells weird.

Maybe too many eggs.

Wait, why are you making him
a meringue cake anyway?

I'm just glad you're not making him
blueberry waffles.

- Ew.
- Eh?

I saw it in a picture that he showed me.
Seemed pretty special to him.

Aw.

Look at you, friend.
Planning birthday parties for bae.

- Stop.
- Huh.

Zama, it's not just a party, okay?

The way KB spoke about this house,
you know, I was just thinking

that if Mr. Molapo used to work there,
then he still leaves things there.

Maybe I'll find something.

That's definitely a reach,
but I'm behind you all the way.

- Good luck, babe.
- Good luck?

- Yeah.
- Zama, no. I need you to be there.

I barely made it out of his house
the last time I tried snooping around.

I need you to run interference
while I look for something.

Please, friend.
I'm begging you, please. Please.

When have I ever said no to a lituation?

What's wrong?

f*ck.

I mean, I thought I was free and fun,

but, like, this whole sausage
situationship is just not for me.

[in Zulu] Sorry, Zama.

[in English] Me and Mark
have nothing in common.

I mean, we just stare at each other
until it's time to...

No, really! That's the only thing we do.

We just f*ck!

[car door closing]

[Thandeka] Siya? Don't forget
to get the stuff out of the car, okay?

Friend?

[in Zulu] How are you getting out of here?

Could you please put that phone away?
That's just rude.

[sighs] Now, please, Sam.

Okay. Jeez.

[in Shona] What are you doing getting
into school fights so soon?

What's up with you?

[in English] Ma, jeez, pregnancy hormones.

- [laughs]
- [phone buzzing]

[phone buzzing continues]

Ma, it's rude
to answer your phone at the table.

- I mean, what would her dad say?
- Hey.

[Sam chuckles]

[pensive music playing]

[pensive music continues]

[door opens]

[Brian in Xhosa] Dinner's ready.

- [music stops]
- [in English] Oh.

[Brian] Ah, Fikile.

[in Xhosa] You know there's nothing
you can't tell me, right?

I'm fine, Tata.

[phone buzzing]

[in English] Um...

[phone continues buzzing]

[phone beeps]

- Hey, Chris.
- You heard KB's having a party, right?

So, you gonna go?

Well, Puleng's gonna be there, so...

Screw her, Fiks.
I feel like I never see you anymore.

- Like every...
- [ding]

What's that?

Um...

Fiks, I'll... I'll call you back.

- [soft sigh]
- [water running]

[clattering]

[whimsical music playing]

You made dinner?

I thought I would make us
a lovely family dinner.

I made baklava without the nuts.

I eat nuts. Thanks, Mom.

Okay.

Darling, could you do me a favor
and just open that for me?

- [sighs] Mom?
- Mm-hmm?

How long are you guys staying this time?

[scoffs] Honestly, Chrissy.

Sometimes I swear
you don't want us around.

[sighs] Oh, I made you
something very special.

[imitates fanfare]

Voilà. [chuckles]

I took off the crusts.

It's your favorite.
Come on. I know you want to.

[Chris groans]

Since when do you cook?

Since when do you ask so many questions?

Just wait until you see
the meal I've planned for Friday night.

[hip-hop music playing]

[Wade rapping]
♪ Why don't you leave Sylvester Stallone ♪

♪ That little daddy's boy home ♪

♪ Riding skateboard on the grass ♪

♪ He's not fast, I think he's an ass ♪

Yeah! Yeah!

[Wade humming]

[camera shutter clicks]

[humming continues]

Wade?

[humming continues]

Hello. Hi.

Hi.Hi, Puleng.

- You've got some serious skills.
- Are you a stalker?

Ha, you're funny.

So, um, I need a favor from you.

I would do it myself,
but I'm hopeless at photoshopping.

Um, so I am
throwing KB a party this weekend,

and I'm definitely high-key grounded.

So I need you
to forge a letter for me from the school.

A letter about a school trip...

- [in Afrikaans] Are you crazy?
- Shh!

[in English] So you want me
to fake a letter from the school.

[in Afrikaans] Risk my mother's job again!

So that you can party with your boyfriend
who is the son of a man

who had people break into your house
a couple of weeks ago. You crazy, Puleng?

[in English] KB said his dad has a house
in Kommetjie, where he used to work.

They use that as storage.

I think Mr. Molapo is hiding something
in that house, and I need to get inside.

That's the only reason I'm doing this.

I wouldn't ask you to do this
if it wasn't important.

You're using KB.

Excuse me?

You should tell him the truth.
I told you that before.

- I've explained to you...
- [clatter]

- [sighs]
- Fiks threw a...

She threw a protection order against me.

What would KB do?

I need real evidence
that Mr. Molapo's involved in this.

Wade, please.

[sighs]

I'm not... I'm not using KB.

Okay, I've told you that.

I'm sorry.

I don't know who else to turn to.

Wade, look at me.

[sentimental music playing]

You're my only friend here.

[sentimental music continues]

[winces]

What's wrong with you, Wade?

[loudly] Okay.

Okay, I'll help you.

Thank you.

Wade, you're stupid.

[speaks Afrikaans]

[sighs]

[pensive music playing]

[music fades]

["No Smoke" by Indigo Stella playing]

[both laughing]

Give me that.

[coughs]

[music continues]

Anyway. [coughs]

Let me rephrase.

You are going to your day one's
birthday party tonight, okay?

[coughs]

[Reece] Fiks and Puleng's problems
aren't our business.

[coughs] Shut up, okay?

You sound like Mark and Zama.

And anyway,
my parents made plans for a family night.

They're still around?

Dude, Sarah made dinner.

- [both laughing]
- Wow.

[principal] That better not be
what I think it is.

Oh sh*t.

- [bell rings]
- [music stops]

[spluttering]

Ma'am, technically,
we didn't do anything illegal.

[tuts] Hey.

- What? Smoking weed is legal now.
- Excuse me?

Uh...

Miss van Rensburg,
this is not your first offense.

I've tried to contact your mother
but to no avail.

I understand
that you have problems at home...

I'm fine, ma'am. Honestly.

Principal Daniels, I'm fine.

Mr. Ackerman,
this is your second time here.

You know I could expel the both of you?
I have more than enough grounds for it.

Ma'am, uh, listen.

I'm sorry. The...

[exhales sharply]

The weed is mine.
Reece didn't smoke any of it at all.

Seriously?

It was in my hand, right?

Please, ma'am, don't punish her
because of my mistakes.

[inhales sharply]

You have detention for the next month.

And Miss von Rensburg, hear me when I say,

this is your final warning.

Yes, ma'am.

And what about me, ma'am?

["High School" by The Big Hash,

♪ Yo, man's shut down
When he heard my tings... ♪

I got snacks. I have more drinks.
There's one lame guy here.

- Where's everyone?
- [Tahira clears throat]

♪ Chain up on my neck resemble ice cubes ♪

♪ I got high at school
I never finished high school... ♪

No!

Ma'am. Chris has got zero interest
when it comes to the Dance Committee.

- True.
- And he thinks it's a joke.

That's also true.

You said you need people to sign up
for the committee,

and you, my boy,
need to learn some responsibility.

- Ma'am...
- Has anyone else signed up?

♪ Every gig, show my heart
Like Kevin in Night School ♪

♪ Split your wig with these bars... ♪

Stay out of my way.
I don't need your help.

That's why no one likes you.

Oh yeah, but a luta continua, and all.

Hey.

[phone chimes]

Heard KB's having a party.

Are you going?

Yeah, whatever.

♪ I don't post I feed
I am that involved... ♪

Right. Guess I'll just find my own way.

♪ Sell your validation to someone else ♪

♪ Chain up on my neck resemble ice cubes ♪

♪ I got high at school
I never finished high school ♪

[indistinct chattering]

[Sam humming]

Hey, Sam.

Fiks, hi.

So, I'm guessing this is the part where
we ride off into the sunset together.

[chuckles]

That's funny.

Um...

[sighs] So, look, I...
I know we barely know each other,

and this is gonna sound really random.

Could you do me a favor?

Could you take me somewhere, please?

You just have to promise
not to ask any questions though.

Okay.

So, where am I taking you?

Pollsmoor Prison.

["Mpulele" by Costa Titch playing]

Hectic.

Ah. I'm just glad my key still works.

[Reece] Hey, KB,
uh, where's the aux cable?

- [KB] Yo.
- Hmm?

I'm gonna get the rest
of the stuff from the car, okay.

Okay.

Puleng, aren't you going
to help with anything?

[music continues]

[Reece] Puleng?

[music ends]

[brooding music playing]

[door clangs shut]

[in Xhosa] Who the hell are you?

[in English] Hello, Auntie.

The last time I spoke to one of you kids,
I ended up here.

[in Xhosa] What do you want?

[in English] Sorry?

Aren't you from the same school
with that boy that came here?

[Fikile] What boy?

[Brenda] What is it this time?

[inhales] Um...

You signed this birth certificate, right?

Okay.

- Do you know this man?
- No.

- And her?
- No.

[brooding music continues]

What about her? Do you recognize her?

- And him?
- No.

What's going on here?

- Do you know him?
- No.

Okay.

Thank you, ma'am.

Look, um...

could you get me some data?

- What?
- Data.

Can you get me some?

Um, sure.

[Fikile typing on phone]

What about him?

Do you recognize him?

[high-pitched sound]

[sound intensifies]

- Do you?
- [sound subsides]

No.

Are you sure?

Guard.

- Do you recognize him?
- Guard!

[whispers] Don't come back here.

[brooding music continues]

[door clatters open]

[music builds to crescendo]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

[Reece] Hi. What happened to family night?

Hey!

[cheering]

[hip-hop music playing]

♪ I just wanna get f*cked up... ♪

Babe, I swear, this is not my doing.

Well, I guess word got around.

♪ Boy, come here, come fill me up ♪

♪ I will lose control ♪

♪ Feel it in my soul ♪

♪ Give you the Texas hold ♪

♪ Boy, you know, I will lose control... ♪

[Wendy] Cesspit.

Thanks.

Let me guess. Wade?

Are you two...

What are you?

Actually, I can't really read him.

Sometimes I think he likes me,
but then sometimes...

This is just like a bad episode
of Ask a Man.

Wow.

I'm sorry, friend,
but this dating thing feels tired.

I mean, this is your year.
You're head girl.

You're a badass queen
chasing after a boy. Why?

In the wise words of a wiser woman,
"He's not the sun. You are."

Year of Yes, huh?

- No.
- [both laugh]

[boy retches]

Ew!

Gross.

[boy retches]

[engine shuts off]

Thanks for the ride.

Um...

Do you mind if we keep this
between the two of us?

Look, I don't kiss and tell.

Unless, of course, you ask nicely.
[chuckles]

So, are you going to invite me in?

Inside?

Yeah.

Uh, no.

- Mom has a g*n, so don't think about it.
- Damn.

Okay. See, even more interesting.

Now you really owe me a date.

[scoffs] Mm. [tuts]

Bye, Sam.

Bye, Fiks.

[romantic pop music playing]

[phone chimes]

[engine revving]

♪ Baby, I know it's getting late... ♪

sh*t.

Why does this always happen to me?

Puleng?

♪ Baby, I know it's getting late ♪

♪ And you don't wanna wait ♪

♪ But I won't waste your time and I ♪

♪ Baby, and I want you to know ♪

♪ Without me you don't go... ♪

- [indistinct chatter]
- Hey, Wade, am I wearing this right?

That's not a good idea. Give it to me.

But it's horny. I'm horny. Get it?

Oh, cultural misappropriation!
How wonderful!

Um, I don't think you should take that.
That's not yours.

- I think I should. It's funny.
- [splutters] I'll be back.

What? Wade?

- [Nate] I think it's good!
- No.

- Hey!
- Let go!

[chuckles]

Excuse me, bitch.

- What the hell are we doing here?
- [inaudible]

This is getting common now.

Who are these people anyway?

Some of those people are my friends.

Not everyone is born
with a gold spoon in their mouth.

It's a silver spoon, actually.

f*ck you.

What?

- What's wrong with her?
- Give me your keys.

[music continues in background]

You've been an assh*le, that's what.

- What's wrong with you?
- [scoffs] Not you too.

Mark?

[music continues muffled in background]

- So, Zama.
- Uh-huh?

Are you and Chris together...

with Mark?

Not anymore.

Since when?

Nobody needs that much penis
in their lives.

So you guys are the detectives.
What are we looking for?

I don't know.

Where would you hide
important documents? Like, would...

[chanting] sh*ts, sh*ts, sh*ts, sh*ts!

- I'm gonna take this sh*t.
- sh*t, sh*t!

- [Wade] Yeah!
- sh*t, sh*t! [screams]

It's this way.

[Nate screams] sh*ts!

[in Zulu] That girl is cray cray.

[in English] My goodness. Come.

[whooping] sh*ts!

[Puleng] Let's see
if we can find anything upstairs.

[indistinct chattering]

[KB] Yo.

[clears throat]
Um, have you guys seen Puleng?

Um, I last saw them over there
with that Zama girl.

[hip-hop music playing]

Oh.

Hey, uh, Reece,
do you have some grass on you?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, uh, wait a minute.
Do you guys want something stronger?

It'll cost you.

How much?

Thousand a bag.

It's locked.

[door handle rattling]

[in Zulu] Move.

[sighs]

[Zama in English] Okay.

- Zama.
- Huh?

What are you doing?

[Nate] Birthday boy!

Zama! Come on.

[KB] Yeah, yeah.
Look, have you seen Puleng?

[Nate] Mm-mmm. Tequila?

[KB] Babe.

- Hey.
- What are you doing down here?

I mean, there's no toilet paper
in this garage.

[scoffs]

You're funny.

Um, no, I just decided to take a tour.

We should go back to the party, yeah?

Oh yeah, the party.
Thank you for that, baby.

I didn't really get it right though.
I'm sorry.

It's the thought that counts.

[Puleng chuckles]

Seriously, thanks.

And I love you, babe.

[Wade] Um...

[Puleng] Um... [sighs]

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

- It's just...
- [sighs]

Babe, is it... is it just me,

or you just been acting a bit different
ever since we had sex?

Did I do something wrong?

No.

No, of course not.

Do you regret it?

[footsteps approaching]

Oh, uh, sorry. But Fiks is here.

[KB] We'll talk about this later.

[exhales]

Are you okay?

[splutters] Yeah.

Yeah. Um...

Excuse me.
There is just something I need to do.

[music volume increases]

So, have you seen her?

- What?
- Zama.

Heard of the Matric Dance Committee?

I don't go to your school.

f*cking Mark just drove off with my car.

[sighs] I think it's over,
and I don't know why.

Hey, um,

why did you lie
to Principal Daniels for me?

She'll never expel me.
We give too much money to the school.

Besides, you're family.

It's what we do, right?

[music continues in background]

Yo, Fiks, no drama tonight, please.

There won't be.

Can we talk?

Privately, please?

[exhales]

We'll be fine.

Come.

Hey, um, what did she, um...

What did she mean about your mom?

Ugh, um,

she's just a little sick. No big deal.

[music continues in background]

[Reece exhales]

Hi.

Hi.

[splutters] So, I was thinking...

would you maybe like to go out
on a date with me?

Um...

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Do the DNA test, Fikile.

[clock ticking]

Losing a child must not have been easy.

[sighs] And if this Puleng is right
about this whole thing, then

it's better to face the facts now.

[intriguing music playing]

[sighs] And if she's wrong,

then you can move on with your life,

and so can her family.

[intriguing music continues]

[rattling]

But as an orphan,

I can also tell you this.

That no matter what happens...

you make your own family.

So I got this from the DNA testing center.

I thought I'd open it in front of you, so...

Wait, Fiks.

Once we open it, there's no going back.

You know that, right?

So?

What does it say?

Fiks?

I'm not your sister.

[breathing heavily]

Listen to me, Puleng.

Stay the f*ck away from me and my family.

[emotional music playing]

♪ Well, I'd pay to find you in our story ♪

♪ Where our shows intertwine in glory ♪

♪ I can feel you in my spirit ♪

♪ My heart is bruised
And you're my healin' ♪

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

[singer vocalizing]

[music fades]