03x03 - Blind Spot

[bunniefuu]

[tense ethereal music plays]

[Puleng gasps]

[groans]

[sobs]

[breathing heavily]

Baba...

Dad. Baba.

- [groans]
- [seatbelt clicks]

[sobs]

[whimpers, breathes heavily]

[sobs weakly] Help.

[groans] Help!

Help!

Help!

["Bloodsport" by Tatum plays]

♪ Love is bloodsport ♪

♪ Twisting the dagger ♪

♪ The bleeding is slow ♪

♪ The bleeding is slow ♪

[theme music plays]

[doctor] Your neck
is sprained quite badly.

You got two broken ribs, broken wrist.

We do expect you to make a full recovery,

but, uh, you will have to undergo
some physiotherapy.

[Puleng clears throat]

[in Zulu] Where is Dad?

[Thandeka, in English] Um...

The doctors did everything
they could for him, Puleng.

He's gone.

[in Zulu] Your dad d*ed, my child.

[sniffles]

[sad music plays]

[sobs]

[doctor in English] I'm, uh...
I'm so sorry for your loss.

[Puleng sobs]

I'll give you all a moment.
We can discuss your recovery later.

No.

No, we can talk about that now.

- Puleng...
- I'm fine.

[high-pitched ringing]

[doctor, distantly] You'll have
to take some medication.

- ♪ Heart burnt from another one ♪
- ♪ Who left ♪

♪ Hesitating, afraid of what he felt... ♪

- [Wendy] Oh, my God, can't believe it.
- [Chris] KB said they got in an accident.

Why wasn't it my dad?

- [Wendy] Chris!
- I'm just kidding.

Listen, why don't you send me
a dirty little pic

just to make this day
a little bit less depressing?

- [Wendy] Behave yourself.
- Come on, Wendy, you're k*lling me.

[Wendy] I have to go. Bye! [kisses]

- [phone beeps]
- Uh, sparkling water, please.

Thank you.

Mmm.

- [Chris sighs]
- Thank you.

Oh. Um...

[terminal beeps]

- [vendor] Declined.
- Hmm?

[terminal beeps]

Declined.

- Uh...
- It's on the house.

Thank you.

[phone chimes]

["Heartburn [Sooibrand]" by Sio
continues playing faintly]

I think this one's better.

[in Zulu] Auntie, what do you think?

[woman] Mmm.

- [in English] Yeah, this one.
- Okay.

[in Zulu] Thank you.

[in English] I thought Puleng
was supposed to be here by now.

Uh, yeah.

[clicks tongue]

She'll be discharged
from hospital in a few days.

On the morning of the funeral,
to be exact.

How are you coping?

[whimpers]

I wish there was something
I could do to make you feel better.

Just you being here...

[sighs]

...is more than you'll ever know.

[Thandeka breathes deeply]

- Ma.
- Siya.

You don't have to go
to school today, my child.

[in Zulu] I know, but...

[in English] I want to... please.

I can drop him off on the way.

Okay.

[in Zulu] Thank you.

[in English] For everything.

[tense pulsing music playing]

[school bell rings]

[Pauline] Reece!

I need your help.

Reece, you can't be a bitch
just 'cause we're better than you.

- Hey!
- You can't just cut us off from Lex.

Listen, Parkhurst is off limits
from now on,

but don't worry.

I have a plan.

I... Uh, we are throwing a party.

- We are?
- Yes, that's what I need your help with.

And you two will be dealing there.

You'll make much more in one night
than you do at Parkhurst in months.

Okay? Deal?

No.

Okay, fine, you can have
my cut of the cash, then. Happy?

And then? What happens after the party?

Taking your cut
sounds more like a short-term solution.

[clicks tongue] I am working
on a bigger operation,

but first you'll need to prove yourselves.

[sighs] Deal.

Great, I'll text you the details soon.

["Still" by J Molley plays]

Reece,

I thought you retired from your side gig.

I did.

This is the last time, I promise.

Listen, can I maybe use your credit card
for the deposit for the venue, please?

I'll pay you back in cash.

[chuckles] It's not gonna work.

I maxed out my credit card
for the yacht party, and...

my parents decided
to act like real parents

and cut my allowance off.

So, just as broke as you are.

f*ck.

[students chattering indistinctly]

[breathes deeply]

[keyboard app clacks]

[message sending tone plays]

[gentle music plays]

The minister said God loves us, Ma.

Then why would he let Ubaba die?

It just... doesn't make sense.

[in Xhosa] Son.

Mrs. Khumalo, Fikile, and I
will be making our way shortly.

This is a very sad time
for the family, but be strong.

This shall pass.

[in Zulu] Thank you.

[in English] I'll walk you out.

[KB] I'm here if you need me.

[Puleng] Hmm.

- Don't strain yourself, Puleng.
- Oh, it's okay.

- Drive safe.
- [Wade] You're okay.

[Puleng] Uh, Ma.

Can I please get
the police report on the accident?

Why? What do you want to do with it?

I wanna know what happened.

Cuz, you... think that's a good idea?

- [in Zulu] We just had a funeral...
- [in English] I know.

But I feel like knowing the details
will give me a bit of closure.

You'll get it
after your physio in a few weeks. Okay?

["Home" by Dope St. Jude plays]

♪ I know your truth, I know lies... ♪

[phone chimes]

[groans]

[phone chimes]

[sighs]

♪ All of the depth in your eyes... ♪

♪ I'll never turn my back on you
Listen baby, give my heart to you ♪

♪ And I'll even be a star for you
Travel far for you ♪

♪ Feel myself coming back home ♪

♪ Look, baby, this is love divine
I don't ever need to toe the line ♪

♪ Back home ♪

♪ I think it's time to redefine ♪

♪ Intertwine ♪

♪ I wanna feel your pain ♪

♪ I wanna feel your pain ♪

♪ Running through my veins ♪

♪ Feel myself coming back home ♪

♪ It don't hurt, I'm a soldier ♪

♪ Yes, you know I'm your soldier ♪

♪ Baby, just give the order ♪

♪ I'll k*ll for you ♪

Why is there an entire day
in my diary blocked out this week?

I'm not sure.
Someone from the board called...

Principal Daniels.

Harold Grootboom.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

Can you clear your day tomorrow?

For?

Our interview for the internal review.

Ah, the board sent you.

Correct.

[Leigh-Anne] Hey, Tahira.
What's up with you?

Ah, just head girl admin
even though I'm not head girl anymore.

Mm, shame.
Don't you wanna sign this for Puleng?

It's a condolence message.

- Sure.
- Mm.

That's so vanilla.

Yeah, I'm trying to go
with, like, a stylish, minimalist look.

Mm. And you think that is stylish?

You don't?

[sighs] Look, minimalist is good,
but this is just extra dry and safe.

- Leigh-Anne, I'm... I'm not in the mood.
- You should be.

Look, I think you're an okay person,
but nobody else knows that.

You only became head girl
'cause Wendy made sure of it.

Dude, that's just rude.

[sighs] Tahira, if you want
to lead the school,

you're going to have to stand out.

Like you did with that article.
That was badass.

And maybe just chill out a bit.

- [school bell rings]
- It's just high school.

Anyway, I'll talk to you later.

Oh.

[driving electronic music plays]

[Leigh-Anne] Bye.

[Tahira] Bye.

[teacher] Now, has everyone
chosen their groups of four?

Ma'am, since some of us
have done this before,

do we have to be in groups?

[teacher] Yes.

[Chris] Okay, fine,
who wants to be in my group?

We can just polish
my project from last year.

Come on, minimum work needed.

Oh, that's interesting. I don't recall
you handing in a project last year.

I'll join you.

[Chris] Great.

[phone vibrates]

Um...

Does anyone have space for two?

[Thandeka] Hi. Puleng's in the kitchen.

[sighs]

[knocks] Hellos.

- Hey. Come in.
- [Leigh-Anne] Hi, Puleng.

Hi.

I saw that.

Um, I thought it was just me,
you, and Leigh-Anne in the group.

[whispers] No one wanted him.

Guys, he's gonna make us fail.
You know that, right?

Um, ex-squeeze me.
I've done this before. Okay?

You guys need me more than I need you.

Yeah, well, insanity is doing
the same thing

and expecting different results.

[Wade and Leigh-Anne chuckle]

- Where's the loo? I gotta take a piss.
- Down the hall to your right.

Nice kitchen.

From the Magazine Society.

Oh!

And, um, just condolences messages.

Thank you.

Very sweet. Thanks, guys.

[intriguing music plays]

Hey. What are you doing here?

Uh... It's, uh, school things.

Um, it's a design project, actually.

You know, um, creative. [chuckles]

Uh... Okay, nice.

Um, the tap on the left has an issue,
so use the other one.

Uh, cool.

[both chuckle awkwardly]

- You go this side.
- Okay.

[sighs]

[sighs] You haven't kept
your promise, you know?

About what?

The police report.

Oh, please, Puleng, not now.

Ma, I've gone to physio.

I'm continuing to do so.

It's been six weeks.
I'm doing my homework,

I've done literally everything
you've asked me to do.

Why can't I have this one thing?

[tense ethereal music plays]

[Thandeka sighs]

Fine.

[drawer opens]

[papers ruffling]

[drawer closes]

[sighs] The driver admitted fault
and agreed to pay full damages.

That's... That's good, right?

Too good.

Like, it's convenient,
like this whole thing was planned.

By who?

- Lisbeth and Matla.
- [inhales sharply]

Look, Puleng, I'm not defending them,
but that's quite a reach.

No.

No, I think you might be onto something.

Think about it, I go to Horizon,

I mess up and mention
Lisbeth's name to Reinhard,

and then suddenly Lisbeth's at school
giving you some cryptic thr*at,

and then you're in an accident.

No, that's not a coincidence.

[suspenseful music plays]

Check your Twitter.

- Why?
- Someone's trashing you online.

- What?
- Mm-hmm.

"Tahira is a joke
for expecting peeps to buy

the sh*t jacket
she designed for the matrics."

"What a disaster."

Oh my gosh, it's one of the prefects.

They're literally the only ones
who've seen the design so far.

[clicks tongue] Well,
what are you going to do?

[mutters] I don't know.
Probably nothing, I guess.

[sighs] Another safe option
from you yet again.

[scoffs]

[keyboard clacks]

Hey.

What's up?

How are you? How's...
How's your family holding up?

Sad. [clears throat] I guess.

And you?

Do you think your family
had something to do with the accident?

- What?
- Was I the target?

Puleng, I'm sorry about your dad, but...

you're blaming the wrong people, yeah?

No.

No, KB, they did this.

And I can't believe
that you're defending murderers right now.

Whoa, guys. Let's just calm down.

Actually, f*ck that.

[menacing music plays]

Why are you so focused
on holding my parents accountable

for every f*cked up thing that happens...

- Because they are!
- [Wade] Guys, calm down.

KB, are you so blind that you think
your mom is innocent in all of this?

- She kidnapped Fiks.
- She cleared her name.

No, she didn't. She blamed my mom,
which is a f*cking lie.

All of you guys, stop.

I see this now.
You know, it's all starting to make sense.

You dated me so you can dig up
some bullshit on my parents.

No, I loved you.

[KB] Doesn't even matter anymore.

And don't you ever talk to me
about this sh*t ever again.

[melancholic music plays]

[sighs]

It's okay, guys.
We'll figure this out by ourselves.

Tomorrow, let's go back
to the modelling agency.

[Reece] Okay, so, I've only got
the venue so far.

Lex is organizing the sound,
and then I think that's about it.

[scoffs] You need at least four DJs
just to keep the vibe going, though.

- Bar, no doubt, access control...
- sh*t.

How am I going to afford all of that?

Hey, how soon
do you guys need all of this by?

Like, ASAP.

Well, the bar is easy.

[audio plays distantly] You just need
to convince the manager,

and in terms of the DJ...

[emotional house music plays]

[audio plays normally] But you will
have to pay something upfront.

Can you make all of that happen
by this weekend?

I go to an art school, remember?

[Reece] Oh, I could just kiss you
right now, Lunga.

Thanks for the offer, Reece,
but you're not really my type.

- Mmm, ouch.
- [Reece] Okay.

Uh, how about I cover
one of your shifts in the future?

Now we're talking.

[Reece] I have to run.

Thank you so, so, so much, Lunga.

You two spread the word
in the meantime, okay?

- Sure.
- Thanks for the help.

It's nothing.

So, I'm thinking of taking art classes,

but just as a hobby.

[in Xhosa] Is it because...
of your biological father?

[in English] Uh, look, Fikile, I'm...

I'm... I'm okay
if you've been curious about him.

But, okay, be careful.

[knocking at door]

Uh, take things slowly.

Yeah.

So, how you doing, baby?

Wow, Fikile Bhele.

[ominous music plays]

This is for you.

- [Brian] You didn't have to.
- [laughs] Nonsense.

It's nothing.

Just an excuse to catch up.

How are the Khumalos doing, baby?

How else would they be doing
after losing their father?

[Lisbeth sighs heavily]

Life can be
so unpredictable and dangerous.

Mm-mmm. Being at the wrong place

at the wrong time
can actually get you k*lled.

It's so sad.

[Fikile] Mmm.

["Mo Money" by Yano Masters
feat Mckenzie plays]

Puleng Khumalo.

She's still a student here.

Why was she not expelled
after she tested positive in a drug test?

At the time, the school had
an active anti-drug campaign.

Ms. Janet Nkosana
was not due for maternity leave,

and yet she resigned.

Why?

She cited complications
with her pregnancy.

And Mr. H. Ferreira, he worked here?

Yes.

- What did he teach?
- Business studies.

Any extracurricular activities?

He headed up the anti-drug campaign.

- Anything else?
- No.

Why are you really here?

I wouldn't be too concerned,
Principal Daniels.

I'm just gathering information.

Well, maybe you should ask
Mr. Ferreira these questions yourself.

My secretary will give you
all his details.

And should you have any further questions,

you can email them to me.

What are you all doing out of class?

- [phone chimes]
- Never mind, you know the rules.

[automated voice] The number
you have dialed does not exist. [beeps]

Miss Sisili?

Yes, sir.

There was a certain Mr. Ferreira
who used to work here.

He taught business studies and, uh,
was in charge of the anti-drug campaign.

Anything else he did?

I can ask the bursar
for his file, if you'd like.

- That would help immensely.
- Okay.

Thank you.

[tense music plays]

[Lunga] Sure this was the address
of the modelling agency?

[Puleng] Positive.

So... So, what now?

- We try to go in.
- Absolutely not!

- [Puleng groans] Damn it.
- [Lunga mouthing]

- Don't know if this'll work. Worth a try.
- What are you doing, Puleng?

There was a girl the last time I was here.
I think her name is Amy.

[clicks tongue] Amber.
Maybe she might know something.

Uh, why don't we try CIPC
to see HRA's company details?

That's... That's actually a great idea.
By law, every company needs to be listed

on there so people can verify...
What am I doing? Guys,

I don't have time for this.

- I need to get to work.
- Okay, wow.

So, HRA is legit,
but the address listed here

doesn't match where we are now.

Instead, they're giving a parent company.

So... let's go there.

- [Lunga] Are we dropping me off?
- With what petrol?

- I... I don't have...
- Okay, but...

I can give you taxi fare, Lunga.
That's the best I can do.

♪ I don't give a f*ck
My life, I'mma live it up ♪

♪ My flows, I'mma switch 'em up
My scars, I'mma stitch 'em up ♪

♪ Always ready to fight
So you better move on ♪

♪ Yo, try to do... ♪

- [continues in headphones]
- Uh-uh, don't be like that.

Look, dude, I've already had a sh*t day.

I need your help.

If it's got anything
to do with my parents,

I don't want to f*cking hear it, Fiks.
I'm out. All right?

It has something to do
with one of my parents.

My dad, the biological one.

[sighs] Why me? Huh? Why not your sister
and her little boyfriend?

They're busy.

With?

It's better if I don't say.

Please, KB?

[exhales angrily]

Please.

[Reece] Yes, Principal Daniels?

What's happening
in Paarden Eiland this weekend?

Um, I don't know. A party, I think.

Do you have something to do with it?

No.

Reece...

Okay, fine. I'm going, but that's it.

Please don't revert to old habits.

You will not get a second chance.

[suspenseful music plays]

Yes, ma'am.

Okay.

So, what now?

[clears throat]

- Hi, um...
- Hi.

I'm a bit lost.

Is there a company here called
the Horizon Recruitment Agency?

Unfortunately not.
Why don't you try the building next door?

Sure. Uh, but before I go,
may I please use your bathroom?

- Sure, you're just gonna have to sign in.
- Thank you.

[phone rings]

Reception. Good day.

Yes.

Absolutely.

[tense music plays]

So, Reinhard visits this building
every day at the same time.

So we need to come back tomorrow
and break in.

O-Okay. Will Lunga come with us?

No. It's just you and me.

Just you and me. Okay.

[Tahira] Hmm...

[happily] Mm!

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[phone chimes]

[singing]

- [screaming]
- [crashing]

[exhales heavily]

[game bleeps and chimes on phone]

Why are you looking at me like that?

Come here.

[Puleng moans]

Go to the back.

[grunts]

[both chuckle softly]

["When Stars Collide [Acoustic Version]"
by IV4 plays]

[Wade] Whoa! Oh! Puleng, Puleng!
Puleng, whoa.

This is... This is a lot.

[sighs] Are you sure you wanna do this?

Don't you?

Um...

Not... Not... Not... Not really.

[Puleng sighs sadly]

[exhales]

I mean, your... your dad just d*ed, Puleng.

Are you trying to have sex with me
just to numb the pain?

Huh!

Are you being serious right now?

Uh-huh.

Look, Puleng, I'm just saying,

what happens if we cross this line
and we don't... work out?

- Could we still be friends?
- What, are you breaking up with me?

Um...

Reinhard's here. We should follow them.

♪ When stars collide ♪

♪ I say goodnight ♪

♪ And kiss your lip ♪

Fine, let's go.

I told you. The applications are closed.
There's nothing I can do.

Can I at least see Mr. Gabisa
before the workshop?

I just really need to tell him
something... about my work,

so I promise it won't take long.

[Anthony] Okay then,
so why don't you tell me?

- Hi.
- Where is this work of yours?

Do you have any images to show me?

Um...

[tender music plays]

[sighs] Yeah, uh, about that.

I'm not an artist.

I'm...

[breathes deeply]

[voice catches]

I-I'm your daughter?

That sounded like I wasn't sure, but...

I am.

My mother is Thandeka Khumalo.
Do you remember her?

Anthony, I just need you
to sign this last page.

[tense music plays]

What're you doing here?

Do you guys know each other?

She knows my ex-husband very well.

Mrs. Morgan, I...

I'm sorry.

Are we starting
with the presentation first?

Um, yeah.

Yeah. Um...

You should go. I have a workshop to run.

- At least let...
- Please.

Leave.

[inhales sharply]

["Mo Money" by Yano Masters
feat Mckenzie plays]

[chatting indistinctly]

- [car slows jerkily]
- [brakes squealing]

Let's get closer on foot.

Pretend to be one of them.

Uh, I don't know, Puleng, it seems a bit...

A bit what?

- What are you doing here?
- Hi, sir. Is this the Debroux Wine Farm?

No.

Are you sure? Because...

- This isn't the place you're looking for.
- Thank you, sir. Uh...

- We'll try the next farm.
- Mmm.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Damn. We're so close.

[Wade sighs]

[women laugh and chatter indistinctly]

[gently suspenseful music plays]

- What do you think is happening in there?
- A party?

With Reinhard and that guy?
I don't think so.

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

Wait, wait. Amber just texted me.
She wants to meet up right now.

I'm not sure
how far Little Lady will take us.

But... But, yeah, we can go. Definitely.

- [Reinhard] Okay, so what's happening?
- [women laugh]

[camera app clicks]

["b*tches" by Tamarsha plays]

Someone's looking happy.

You know, I've actually had a good day.

I guess this is the time to tell you
that I was behind that first tweet.

I just wanted to help,
and clearly it worked.

People will think twice
before messing with you.

So, what are you going
to wear to Reece's party?

- I don't think I'm going to go.
- Of course you are.

We are going together.

[Afrikaans] People need
to see you live a little.

[in English] Ms. Kahn?

- Mm. I'll text you.
- Cool.

I'm Harold Grootboom.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

Without going into too much detail,
I'm investigating

a few things at this school.

I'm looking over the Matric
Dance Committee's bank statements,

and something seems to be off.

That wasn't my department, sir.

I know, but perhaps you can help.

You see, a rather large sum
was withdrawn from the account.

And, um, there was no record
of it being a mistake or negligence, so...

[inhales sharply]

I'm... I'm sorry.

Are you implying that someone stole
the money and lied to the committee?

[Harold] Yes.

Could have been Principal Daniels,

or Mr. Ferreira,
or even one of the students.

Someone needs to be brought to book.
Wouldn't you agree?

Of course, I do.

But what does this
have to do with me, sir?

You used to be the head girl, right?

You know how this place works.

If you are successful,

perhaps I can convince the board

to give you your position back
as head girl.

Look, there she is.

- Sorry, the traffic was hectic.
- Oh, no problem.

- Here's a chair.
- Thanks.

Hey, can I get your order now?

- Um, tap water, please.
- I'll have the same.

Can I please get a double cappuccino
with oat milk? Takeaway.

So, um, tell us what you know
about the Horizon Recruitment Agency.

Um, I applied, got through,

and then I was told there'd be
some kind of training at a farm.

Where?

Um, I don't know. I didn't go.

Why?

Well, my friend went.

She kept me updated,

but once she got to Dubai,
I never heard from her again.

No one in her family
has been able to reach her,

so that's why I didn't go.

Do you know anyone else
who applied and then just disappeared?

Not personally, but... Thanks.

I spent hours on Twitter one day, and...

and I found others.

[phone rings]

Sorry.

[ominous ethereal music playing]

I think there's a trafficking syndicate
happening right under our noses, Wade.

That modeling agency is the front.

Lisbeth and Reinhard
are involved in all of this.

- This must be Point of Grace 2.0.
- Okay, so we have all the pieces.

We just have to try
and put it together somehow.

[mouthing]

But how?

KB.

[music intensifies]

[phone rings]

- [button clicks]
- [laptop plays phone ringing]

- [sighs]
- [phone beeps]

- [Puleng] KB, don't hang up.
- What do you want, Puleng?

[sighs] I'm sorry, KB, but it looks
like we might be right about your parents.

We think there's
a trafficking syndicate still operating.

[KB sighs] Come on, Puleng.

KB, we found someone else
who's been digging.

- Go on.
- Not over the phone.

Meet us at Reece's party.

[phone beeps]

[sighs]

Okay, let's get to work.

["4 YRZ" by Sideroom Ghost plays]

[Chris mutters]

So, bar's going to be here,

drinks will be there,
DJ will be there, and...

We can start by moving all of this.
Let's go, come on!

♪ ...have given me some troubles ♪

♪ Thank God I didn't make it double ♪

♪ I don't know
About the past four years... ♪

Move it a bit to the left.

No, that looks sh*t. To the right, please.

I'm sorry, back to the left.

[groans]

[sneezes]

f*ck me!

You need some help?
You good? My arms are all yours.

I'm good.

I mean, I... Can I help you carry?

[song continues on speakers]

What?

[Reece laughs]

♪ And that's the past four years ♪

Hey, what's up?

My boss.

What?

He wants 15% of what you already owe him.

- Excuse me, what?
- Yeah.

I'll have to throw another party for that.

[sighs]

Um, what's his number? I'll talk to him.

Hey, there's a reason
I've kept you away from him.

You're not getting hurt. Not on my watch.

- [sighs]
- Look.

Focus on getting
as many bodies into this room, okay?

And I'll do my best
to get him down to 13%.

It's not much, but it's something.

Thanks.

["Ubuhlungu" by Moish feat. Angelic plays]

[people cheering and laughing]

[Chris] All right.

Yeah.

Are you thirsty?

No, I'm... I'm fine.

- Puleng, earlier, I...
- Uh...

Wade, can we just shelve that for now?

Let's find KB first.

[softly] Yeah, let'find KB.

- I'm heading out.
- Oh, Karabo, wait, wait, wait.

Please help me with this thing.
It's, um, frozen or something.

Please.

Do you really have
to have all these things open?

That's why it's freezing.

Fix it, please.

[phone rings]

- [phone beeps]
- Hi, K.O.

I'm good, I'm good. Thank you.

Actually, he's sitting right next to me.

Hold on.

Yo.

Oh, sh*t. [laughs]

Yeah, shout out, bro. Thank you. Uh...

Okay, yeah,
I'll send something to you soon.

Yeah. Aweh.

sh*t.

This is where you say, "Thank you, Mom.
You're so amazing, Mom."

- [in Tswana] How do you know K.O., Mom?
- [laughs]

K.O. is an old friend of mine.

[in English] So you're telling me,
he knows I exist?

He listens to my sh*t? [laughs]

- That is insane, Ma.
- [laughs]

Thank you.

What?!

- [grunts]
- Oh! Okay.

[laughs]

And, uh, um...

I'm sorry for how I've been
towards you ever since you came.

It's okay.

It's in the past.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

You still heading out?

Yeah.

Word of advice.

Tonight, you're fresh in K.O.'s mind.

In 24 hours,
it might be a different story.

Spend the night,
just adding some flames to your music.

- Yeah?
- Okay, yeah, you have a point.

- Thank you, Mom. Yeah?
- Okay.

[deep house music plays]

Three of your best tequila sh*ts, please.

Um, we were here first.

[in Afrikaans] Don't worry.
They're for you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- [Chris] Yeah, Tahira, let's go.
- [girls] Ta-quila!

What were you thinking?

[sighs] Hey, I think I'm gonna bounce.

Why? Things are just getting lit.

Yeah, this whole thing
is just not my scene.

I'm sorry, Leigh-Anne.

Where is KB?

I'm not supposed to be out
during mourning period.

You should go, Puleng.
I mean, your father just d*ed.

- You're acting like nothing happen...
- I'm fine, Wade.

You know what? I need to use the bathroom.

Okay.

- Fiks?
- Hmm?

- Do you want another drink?
- No, I'm good.

I'll be back.

["Paris" by Q-Mark & TpZee
feat. Afriikan Papi plays]

[young woman coughing and retching]

[sobs]

[sniffles]

[keyboard app clacking]

[phone chimes]

[breath catches]

[sobs]

Wendy...

please call me back.
I... I... I miss you so much.

Please.

I just really want to kiss you.

[inaudible]

There you go. Everything is in there.

Damn, you're really good at this, yeah?

Thanks. I'll add it to my CV.

[both laugh]

Nah, I mean it. Not a lot of people
could have pulled this off.

You're very special.

Yo.

Cops. You have to go. Take the money,
and I'll get it from you tomorrow.

- [people scream]
- Reece, go!

Make sure nothing happens
to Chris and Fiks, okay?

[Lex] All right.

Listen up! This is a raid!

Put your hands up!

Anyone who tries to leave
will be handed over to the police.

- [Fikile] Do you have weed on you?
- Weed?

- [Fikile] Yeah.
- Oh, sh*t!

- Not anymore.
- [Fikile] Where's Reece?

[Chris] I don't know.

[Lunga] It's just a raid, Wade.

- Happens all the time.
- Puleng's in the bathroom.

- I need to go fetch her.
- Just relax, okay?

- I'll be quick.
- Wade!

- Sir, my friend is...
- Hands up!

[sobs and sniffles]

[sighs]

[water running]

[menacing music plays]

Is this yours?

Definitely not, sir.

[zip tie tightens]

[Puleng screams]

[Puleng groaning]

[closing theme music plays]

♪ Let me find you in our story ♪

♪ Where our souls intertwine in glory ♪

♪ I can feel you in my spirit ♪

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

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

♪ Blood ♪

♪ Blood and water ♪

♪ Blood... ♪