03x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

‎[tense music plays]

‎[electronic alarm buzzing]

‎[Oom growls]

‎[tense music continues]

‎[Oom growling continues]

‎[thrilling intro music playing]

‎[electronic alarm buzzing]

[sirens wailing]

‎[birds chirping]

‎[sentimental music plays]

[Vero] Hey, do you have a moment?

May even have a whole hour for you.

[in Tswana] What's up?

[in English] I need you
to look into someone for me.

Okay.

Gavin Salat.

King of Cape Town.

Guess you could say that.

So what do you want to know about him?

Everything.

-Gavin Salat.
-[keyboard clicking]

‎[tense music plays]

[Keneilwe] So sis,
why are you interested in this man?

[exhales] Trade agreement.

‎[tense music plays]

[Keneilwe inhales]

[in Tswana] He looks
like a colourful character.

[in English] It's the colourful snakes
that are the most venomous.

‎[tense music plays]

[man 2] One doesn't go sticking
one's head in a honey badger's hole.

[Keneilwe] That's not even a saying.

I've said it.

-So it is.
-[Keneilwe chuckles]

[waiter] Your drink, ma'am.

Thank you.

Kay,

you go asking questions about Gavin Salat,

you best be prepared
for the answers you're gonna get.

Well, we know Gavin Salat.

We want to know
what he's up to these days.

[sighs] This country is a wild, wild west.

The people in power around here,

they make their moves in the shadows

while everybody else is sleeping.

Gavin Salat doesn't make
his move in the shadows.

He is the f*cking shadow.

‎[chuckles]

A little too early
for a bedtime story, don't you think?

We do good business, right, Kay?

Of course.

Well, I'd hate to lose an asset.

Whatever it is
you're thinking of doing, Kay, drop it.

-Drop it and walk away.
-[dramatic music plays]

Walk away.

You know, if I didn't know better,
I'd say that you're afraid of him.

‎[scoffs]

I did business with Gavin Salat once.

Once.

It was a good deal.

Great proposal.

We were looking at getting
some land up north above the border.

[sighs] Poppy fields, opium trade,
and everything was going well.

Until one day I got this sneaky
suspicion the f*ck was reading my mind.

Crazy, right?

Kay, he knew about every single
conversation I was having.

Every conversation with everyone,
everywhere, all the time.

The man of the people.

He's got his f*cking people everywhere.

Are you insecure in your own backyard?

You didn't hear this from me,

but rumor has it that he's in bed
with the Mexicans.

[laughs] Nachos.

-[Keneilwe laughs]
-[scoffs] Nachos.

-The Mexican cartel.
-[tense music playing]

He's in the big leagues now.

Purchase and distribution.

[sighs] Tons of cocaine is going
into Cape Town via the Mexicans.

Gavin's the golden boy.

He's the golden ticket into Africa.

The king's in Durban,
well they're in a struggle.

They're having a w*r.
Power struggle for ultimate power.

But even they,

they are jealous of the amount of cocaine
that's coming through the Cape Town port.

Gavin is even now supplying them.

And he's got his little birdies out.

And the little birdies
are looking for cats like you.

Well, I will say,

let's get him closer.

And offer him something that he needs.

Kay, you asked for my advice.

So I'm saying this for your own safety.

I can provide you with more information

about what Gavin is busy with.

But if you think
you're gonna catch Gavin by surprise…

you've got a bigger
surprise coming your way.

[man] Hey, baby.

‎[water whooshing]

Come to Daddy.

Come to Daddy.

‎[tense music plays]

‎["Ancestors" by Hef the Chef playing]

[man 1 in Afrikaans] No, f*ck
these f*ck. Let's beat them all up.

[man 2 in English] Hey!

‎[indistinct chattering]

‎["Ancestors" by Hef the Chef continues]

‎[tense music plays]

‎[indistinct chattering in background]

Somewhere in the street,

just like that.

[in Afrikaans] It's just a tissue.

It's a wet wipe, it's non-biodegradable.

[in Afrikaans] No, leave it.

It's already dirty.

I don't know
how many times I've told you, Carrim,

[in English] if you don't have pride
in where you come from,

you'll never have pride in who you are.

[in Afrikaans] What are the numbers
looking like?

Our guys have moved
most of the units on the street.

There are only a few kilos left.

If we can't sell in our own hood,
how do you think that looks?

The Mexicans are looking

to have us push more products
all across Africa,

and we can't sell to the f*cking th*gs?

Durban, East London, Namibia,

Zim, Botswana.

How are those shipments looking?

All on track.

[in English] Okay.

Good.

How's my nephew?

Outjie's doing all right in prison.

He and the RIP men are selling everything
that Mo Masire smuggles in for us.

And we still need more.

The problem is,

I'm not sure if Mo's guy,
Leon, can get more in.

Second thing I've always told you,

don't make anyone
else's problems your own.

Except when they're mine.

‎[tense music plays]

‎[indistinct chattering]

‎[tense music playing]

‎[indistinct chattering continues]

Look out for the guard.

Okay.

[inmate 1] Piss off!

Sorry, Uncle.

‎[tense music playing]

[guard] Eyes forward.

Straight line!

Slowly! Slowly! Don't go fast!

[guard] Move!

‎-[indistinct chattering]
‎-[electronic alarm buzzing]

‎[suspenseful music plays]

[Lester in Zulu] Hi.

So, what does it say?

What does what say?

[scoffs] I'm not an idiot.
I saw him give you a note.

What does the note say?

‎[prisoners indistinct chattering]

Tiktok?

Tiktok to what? Is this social media?

Am I missing something?
What are you doing?

[in English] He's actually stupid.

He wants me to smuggle in g*ns.

‎[electronic alarm buzzing]

‎[laughs]

Oh, that's just great, Mo.

You know what?

You really seem to have a hold
on the situation, don't you? Hm?

-What are you doing?
-What do you mean?

Egging him on, that's what you're doing.

Me?

What's your plan?

You got a plan?

-[Lester sighs]
-Listen, f*ck,

I was surviving just fine.

But as soon as you walked
in here, they had your number.

They wanted you f*cking dead.

You pulled me into this sh*t,
not the other way around.

-Don't f*ck with me.
-I didn't ask you to get

in my f*cking business.

Is that what you are? A tough guy now?

Listen here, tough guy.

You and I are gonna come together,

fix this sh*t
or we're gonna end up f*cking dead.

You don't like that? f*ck you.

Write a letter
to the f*cking complaints department.

Write them a f*cking note.

-[tuts] Piss off.
-What's wrong with you?

‎[tense music playing]

‎[birds chirping]

‎[Leon sighs]

‎[tuts]

What the f*ck?
You sure we got the right time?

We've been waiting for over an hour, dude.

‎[exhales loudly]

[Keneilwe] Gents.

She's ready.

Please follow me.

‎[suspenseful music playing]

About time.

‎[suspenseful music continues]

[Vero] I can't say
things have got off to a flying start.

The ambush.

The rat.

We're in defense mode.

It's time to push forward now.

To make a big play.

We're all ears, Queen.

This w*r between Aliko Bajo and
myself has been going on for far too long.

It's time to call a truce.

Truce? [huffs]

No disrespect, but I don't think Aliko
is the truce type.

Oh, he will be.

If the deal is sweet enough.

Aliko wants territory.

-He loves power.
-[tense music plays]

Deals in the same
kind of stuff that we do.

Gold, diamonds, mineral, the likes.

But the one thing that interests him
that doesn't interest us, is drugs.

-[sighs]
-[Vero] So,

we're going to offer him
the majority share in one of the

biggest drug heists
this country's ever seen.

And who are we hitting to bring it to him?

Gavin Salat.

‎[tense music plays]

Gavin Salat?

I don't think that's a good idea at all.

I don't remember asking your opinion.

It's a suicide mission.

For what? Drugs?

To buy off Aliko?

[sighs] You want to end
a w*r with a bully,

and start one with an empire?

We don't do drugs,

and we don't do Cape Town.

You do as I tell you.

Salat has the largest
shipment of cocaine moving up north.

All we have to do
is convince him that Aliko Bajo

is the only one standing
in the way of him moving his coke.

And that we,
the Masires, want to help him.

Partner with him.

Before we wipe him out too.

So you wanna play
both sides at the same time.

For what?

To take it all.

What is it they say about the jungle?

To survive you have to eat or be eaten.

And I'm too tired
and too pregnant to f*ck around.

‎[suspenseful music plays]

f*ck.

‎[sighs]

‎[indistinct chattering]

‎[sighs]

‎[indistinct chattering continues]

[in Afrikaans] Okay, stay put.

Stay put.

‎[indistinct chattering continues]

[in English] Must have been hungry.

I see you even licked your plate clean.

[smacks] What do you want?

Oh, just small talk, my brother.

Small talk.

‎[indistinct chattering continues]

I wish we could get,
like, um, second helpings.

You know, when we're still hungry.

My man can only bring in
what he brings in.

Nothing more.

We sold your products.

Good for you.

You're an amazing salesman.

See Mo, that's not good for me.

I need more, I need double.

You know what you need?

You need to stop
sh**ting up your own sh*t.

You're getting high
on your own supply, my man.

You see the big boss,

he wants double on the turnover.

He wants to prove
to his client that he can move units.

So,

you either find a way
to get that shipment in,

-or we're taking care of Varkie.
-[scoffs]

‎[indistinct chattering continues]

‎[tense music playing]

I'm starting to realize
how you ended up in here.

[sighs] Mo, my friend.

Don't be like that, my brother, man.

Huh?

-[g*ng rumbling]
-[Mo] Touch me again.

Go on, do it.

Touch me again, you f*cking monkey
and I'll rip you a new as*h*le.

‎[g*ng rumbling continues]

[guard] Okay, now settle down.

No need to be alarmed,
ladies and gentlemen.

It's all good.

Just having a little small talk, yeah.

-A little small talk with a little man.
-[chuckles]

Mo.

‎[tense music playing]

‎[birds chirping]

[Vero] We're meeting Aliko,

but we're not going in with an army.

He's a narcissist
on a paranoid power trip.

We'll be on his turf,
so we don't wanna seem like a threat.

I don't want any itchy trigger fingers.

Just a small group
of men with cool heads, got it?

[Leon] Got it.

All right, so this is how it's gonna go.

[Vero] Aliko's got his hands
full hijacking trucks

filled with processed chrome,

platinum, nickel concentrations
from the mines.

All of which he takes
to his secret compound,

before sending it across
the border to Mozambique

where his Chinese buyers meet.

That means we only have a window to grab

one of those trucks, sometime
after it's been hijacked by Aliko,

but before it arrives at Aliko's compound.

We have a good guess
where he's about to grab his next haul.

But no idea where the compound is.

Aliko's crazy, but he isn't stupid.

He's going to want those trucks
to stick to the road rules to pull it off,

knowing he can't outrun the police.

‎[radio call beeps]

Two wise men are approaching, I repeat,

-two wise men are approaching, copy?
-[radio call beeps]

Yes, come.

Left.

Yes! Come.

Yes, okay! Right there.

Yeah, these truck drivers…

‎[tense music playing]

‎[g*n c*ck]

[driver] Don't sh**t.

Calm down [pants].

Don't, don't sh**t.

Go get your boss.

Easy! Easy! Okay.

Okay.

‎[suspenseful music playing]

[Aliko] You guys hurry up with that.

‎[sighs]

Don't mind them, babe.

Let's talk about dinner tonight.

‎[upbeat music playing]

[Aliko] What are you trying
to have for dinner?

Jollof.

You know, you have to be specific
when you talk jollof.

And it better be Nigerian.

Don't make me choose.

-Senegalese jollof, baby.
-Nigerian jollof.

-Okay, Naija.
-No dinner for you.

Okay?

Boss!

[in Pidgin] There's trouble!

The Masires are outside.

‎[tense music plays]

‎[money machine beeps]

‎[driver panting]

‎[money machine beeps]

‎[tense music plays]

Hello, Aliko.

I smell desperation,

-if this is your play.
-[g*ns c*ck]

[Aliko] You trot into my base

with four of your men.

You put a g*n to my man's head,

knowing it doesn't make a difference

with what I am about to do to you next.

I know.

There's no leaving alive.

You know that too?

Of course.

So tell me.

Because I know you have something to say.

And whatever it is,

must be worth your lives.

When you and I leave here tonight,
we're going to shake hands.

‎[snickers]

Are we now?

We shook hands once before, Masire.

You did not hold
your own part of the deal with the gold.

To make matters worse,

you had me shot
in the middle of the street…

like a dog.

‎[ominous sounds]

‎[groaning in pain]

[Leon] What?

‎[groaning in pain]

Now that's for disrupting my evening.

Talk.

I'm here to call a truce.

Truce?

What the f*ck?

You want truce? I will give you truce.

Matlala!

‎[mermaid howls]

-Boss? [pants]
-[mermaid howls]

Boss? [chokes]

Boss?

‎[mermaid howls]

‎[eerie sounds]

‎-[mermaid howls]
‎-[groans]

‎[tense music playing]

‎[g*ns c*ck]

You know I had to do that.

‎[g*ns c*ck]

Talk.

I want to bring you in
on the biggest haul of your life.

Ten thousand kilograms of cocaine.

Enough to flood the continent.

It'll make your little hijacked
mineral hauls look like shoplifting.

Why?

Jo'burg is only so big, you know it.

I know it.

‎[Aliko sighs]

And while you're busy
fighting me and I'm fighting you,

we're leaving too much on the table.

[sighs] But I'm going to need that truce.

If you break it,

-you get nothing.
-[tense music plays]

Or,

you get whatever
you can find on the streets of Jo'burg.

And you and I are
right back where we started.

What percentage are we talking here?

-Sixty percent.
-[tense music plays]

Sixty, huh?

Eighty.

Make it a hundred.

Cocaine is not really
my preferred product.

And to be honest, I don't give a sh*t.

As long as your men stay away from mine,

and mine stay away from yours.

‎[pensive music plays]

Who are you hitting?

You know I can't tell you that.

That'll be showing my hand.

Don't bullshit me, b*tch.

What's in this for you?

Family.

Mine.

Safe, sound,

and done with all of this.

Done?

Done, done? [scoffs]

Do we have a deal?

Thirty days.

Or I'll cut that belly open…

-myself.
-[tense music continues]

I know I said I'd shake your hand, but…

I don't know where you've been.

Yes, you do.

I've been everywhere.

f*ck with me at your peril.

I need good news.

Wish we could give that to you.

How's things?

Breaking down…

fast.

We're running out of time
and something's got to be done.

We're selling quicker
than we can bring in,

and these m*therf*ckers want more.

-How much more?
-Double.

‎[Leon sighs]

What's going on out there?

Nothing good.

All I can say is

things are about to get f*cking worse.

[in Tswana] Vero's
got a new target in mind.

[in English] You know who.

[female voice] To share a little
about how we can all do our part

to help the community,

we have a very special guest.

Gavin Salat?

-[Mo] Why is she going after him?
-[children applause]

I have no idea.

[woman] Who works very, very hard.

[Mo] Do you think she knows that
you've been bringing stuff in here for me?

[Leon] Not at all.

I'm so sorry.

[in Afrikaans] Please excuse me
for moment.

[in Tswana] She knows nothing.

[in English] You know it's tough
to know what's really going on these days.

‎[tense music playing]

‎[sighs heavily]

[Mo] Vero.

f*ck. [sighs]

Alright, listen.

Stay on it! Keep close.

I need you guys
to tell me everything you know.

All right?

If these RIPs find out what's going,

things are going to escalate
in this b*tch.

What about the product?

Play it cool.

Bring in double the supply.

Do it in two trips.

Make it quick, Leon.

Before Gavin f*cking Salat
finds out what's going down.

Copy that.

Gents, please do me a favour
and keep this between us, alright?

Keep your eyes open.

[Mo in Tswana] Do you understand?

[in Afrikaans] That's right.

‎[Mo sniffs, sighs]

‎[in English] Mr Salat.

‎[Oom grunts]

Are you okay?

Yeah, no, everything is fine.

Do you need a glass
of water or something, sir?

[in Afrikaans] Low blood pressure,
but I've had my pills.

-[in English] Okay, sir…
-Let's go in there and shape

some young minds.

[in Afrikaans] Okay, sir! Let's go.

‎[tense music playing]

‎-[birds chirping]
‎-[soft music playing]

‎[soft music continues playing]

[in English] Here we go.

What is that?

[tuts, speaks in Tswana] Drink.

-Looks foul.
-Ah, you'll have to toughen up! Drink.

‎[Keneilwe chuckles]

So tell me…

[in English] Why are you doing this?

‎[sighs heavily]

I just needed some time to myself.

No.

With Salat.

Sis, you're almost seven months pregnant.

And you want to take
on the most difficult mission.

-Why?
-It's not easy to explain.

It's just that I don't get it.
Why him? Why now? Why?

Keneilwe, if I don't do this,
this baby won't make it.

No, that's bullshit, and you know it too.

Where there's g*ns and bombs

that's where you want to see yourself.

You want to be a soldier.

You have enough money, Vero.

You have a man
that adores you. Isador loves you.

Just forget about this thing. Walk away.

Right now, you have your crew

wondering what the hell
is going on with you.

Sting and Leon are not my crew.

Oh, really?

They work for me, but they're loyal to Mo.

Every other week they're in that prison.

Running errands
in their little boys' club.

‎[Keneilwe sighs]

They're good but, I trust no one.

You trust no one?

[in Tswana] Even me?

[in English] Not after giving me this.

[in Tswana] Wow! [laughs]

You're so dramatic.

No, you give me a headache… Shame.

No. [sighs]

[Gavin] [in English]
Someone's coming our way.

-I don't know what she wants or the plan.
-[soft music plays]

But I can only assume
it's got something to do with

what we've arranged with the Mexicans.

Who?

Vero Masire.

King of Jo'burg's sister?

Same king we're dealing with in prison?

Mo's been using his men
to get our product to our boys.

He's never missed a deadline,
never spilled the grain.

He knows what he's doing
and he does it well.

And what about the sister?

I hear she's got Jo'burg up
in flames since Mo's been in prison.

[in Afrikaans] But what the f*ck
does she want with us in the Cape?

[sighs] I don't know yet.

[in English] What I do know…

is for the Masire's, family is everything.

So I want eyes and ears on all of them.

[in Afrikaans] I want
to know who they are,

where they live, and why they're together.

[in English] Their family
is their strength.

-[tense music plays]
-We'll make it their weakness.

And Vero?

Sister Masire's obviously got something
on her mind, so when she comes,

we polish up shoes,
put on our Sunday best,

and give the lady
a warm Cape Town welcome.

‎[tense music continues]

‎Hey, man. Clean up this space.

[inmate 1] [in Zulu] No! Piss off, man.

[inmate 2] [in Tswana] Yeah! Let's go man.

[in Zulu] Where do you guys
think you're going?

Ah! Varkie! Time's up, boy.

‎-[sizzling]
‎-[suspenseful music playing]

It's about f*cking time, you dog!

There's nobody here.

Just you and me.

No g*ng,

and no Uncle.

You see,

I've been with my elder boy
too long to be his ears and eyes.

But this time, nobody gets to see.

So I get to have the pleasure…

all to myself.

‎-[grunts, groans]
‎-[Lester grunts]

Come on, you c**t!

‎[both grunting]

f*ck you, Varkie! f*ck you!

‎[grunting continues]

f*ck you, piggy boy!

Today's the day
you're gonna f*cking die, boy!

[Outjie] Yeah.

Today's your f*cking lucky day!

I've been playing with you
for f*cking way too long!

‎-[Outjie panting]
‎-[Lester groans]

f*ck you!

‎[both continue groaning]

[Outjie] m*therf*cking boy!

‎[groans]

f*ck you!

‎-[groans in pain]
‎-[Lester grunting]

‎[Outjie] sh*t!

‎[both continue grunting]

[Outjie] f*ck!

‎[Outjie groaning in pain]

[Outjie] Die, m*therf*cker!

‎Die!

‎[Lester panting]

‎[Outjie groans]

‎-[Outjie groans]
‎-[Lester pants]

‎[Lester coughing]

‎[pants]

‎-[tense music plays]
‎-[sizzling]

‎[Lester coughs]

‎[suspenseful music plays]

‎[Lester grunting]

[Gavin] Carrim,

[in Afrikaans] something happened.

[in English] I'm listening, Uncle.

My nephew in prison.

Find out what you can.

Get back to me.

I'm on it.

Are you sure?

He didn't want me to see.

Went behind my back.

Found a way to go dark.

-But I know.
-[Saskia sighs]

‎[heaving]

[guard] Hey!

Shift was over ten minutes ago!

-Sorry, sir! You know we're mopping today.
-Come! Move!

Sorry.

‎[indistinct chatters]

‎[tense music playing]

[Lester] Hey!

-Yeah?
-[Lester pants]

[in Zulu] Goodness.

-What the f*ck have you done?
-Not here.

[Mo] Come here.

[Lester] Eish.

[in English] What have you done?

[in Zulu] Listen, man, listen.

[in English] That's the only thing
I could do.

sh*t! Who?

[panting] Outjie.

Where is he?

[sighs] Six feet under, boy.

Six feet under.

[grunts] Anyone see you?

-No.
-Wipe your face.

You look like you just k*lled someone.

Look, it won't be long
before they find him.

-Yeah.
-Who attacked who first?

I was alone, man. He came to find me.

To do what?

To k*ll you?

No, Mo,

to suck my f*cking d*ck.

What the f*ck do you think?

Mo.

Yes, to k*ll me.

[sighs] They broke the deal.

What?

There was no f*cking deal.

Don't you get it?
These people are leading you on.

No, there was a deal.

This came from the outside.

He came for you because he was ordered to.

[huffs] How, Mo? By who?

Because he runs the f*cking g*ng.

Yes, he runs the g*ng in here,
but not from the outside.

He was ordered.

He was ordered by Gavin Salat.

-He knows.
-Knows what?

He knows about Vero.

‎[sighs]

‎[sighs]

We have to get the f*ck out of here.

‎[tuts]

‎[inmate whistling]

Hey, what's wrong?

[inmate] Goodness! Come see, boss.

‎[tense music playing]

‎[electronic alarm buzzing]

[guard 1 repetitively] Up!

-[guard 1] Up! Let's go!
-[guard 2 repetitively] Up!

[guard 1] Let's go!

Up!

‎[electric alarm buzzing continuesly]

‎[guard 1] Move!

‎Up!

-Move it!
-[tense chatters]

[guard 3] Straight line.

Come.

[guard 1] Straight line!

‎[electric alarm buzzing continues]

One line!

-One line there, one line!
-[indistinct chattering continue]

One line! Out!

‎You!

‎[electronic alarm buzzing]

You're not very popular
around here, are you?

‎[tense music playing]

‎[scoffs]

‎[clears throat]

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
gentlemen, but [inhales]

I was never popular
even out there, you know.

Word is Outjie called you Varkie.

That get to you?

No. [chuckles]

I don't know, I mean…

For example, when people call you guys

spies,

dirty cops,

stinking cops,

ugly, balding,

no-hairline-having-sons-of-b*tches,

does it get to you?

‎[scoffs] Then, is this…

say enough to want to k*ll them?

‎[huffs]

Not really.

‎[Lester] Hmm! Well… [clears throat]

‎[hand cuffs clink]

‎[inhales, puffs]

Then what will be your next question?

-Hey!
-[tense music playing]

-[in Afrikaans] Put this sh*t on properly.
-[sucks teeth]

Hurry up!

Goodness.

‎-[tense music continues]
‎-[handcuffs clank]

‎[indistinct chattering]

Did you know the deceased?

I don't even know who died.

I find that hard to believe.

We know who you are, man.

It's a struggle to think Mo Masire
doesn't know the caliber of his company.

Outjie, leader of the RIPs.

Outjie?

Outjie died?

So you do know who he is?

‎[exhales loudly] Wow!

Well…

like your man said,

I know everybody, right?

‎[tense music continues]

[female reporter] Authorities
continue looking into the m*rder of

Sheldon Salat at Beaufort Green Prison.

A ringleader of the notorious g*ng, RIPs,

Sheldon was commonly known as Outjie.

Outjie was also the nephew
of Cape Town philanthropist

and community leader, Gavin Salat.

Although no direct association

between Gavin Salat
and the RIP g*ng has ever been confirmed,

at the time of this report
prison officials are yet to comment.

‎[tense music continues]

Mr. Salat, any comment on the m*rder
of your nephew, Sheldon Outjie Salat

and his connection to the RIPs?

[Gavin] It's a tragic day.

I can say that much.

Part of the reason I work
so tirelessly with my community

to uplift young men on the street
is actually because of Sheldon.

But from a young age we knew that

he was on the wrong path.

Caught up in…

let's just say

unsavoury circles.

[in Afrikaans] Switch it off.

[male reporter] [in English]
And finally, an 86-year-old

has been the lucky winner
of one of the largest…

‎[suspenseful beats playing]

‎[tap water running]

‎[Oom growling]

-[indistinct chattering]
-[guard 1] Let's go.

[guard 2] [in Zulu] Come.

[guard 1 in Afrikaans] Where were you?

I've got to get a message to Vero.

I don't think she knows
what she's walking into.

[in Zulu] Do you really think
that she knows what's happening here?

I don't know.

Why do you care so much
about people on the outside,

when we have our own problems in here?

‎[indistinct chattering]

[scoffs] You amuse me.

[Vero in English] The clock
is ticking with Aliko.

We need to get going.

Oh, and Keneilwe
has managed to locate Salat's house.

Lakeside, Cape Town.

We're just gonna
walk up to the man's house?

Something like that.

Who are we taking?

Nobody.

Just the three of us.

It may not seem
like it to the outside world,

but Gavin Salat surrounds
himself with an army of K*llers.

We may just need a little bit
more than the three of us.

We wouldn't be able
to outnumber him anyway.

-So we go the other way.
-[eerie sounds]

We keep our sights small, agile, mobile.

In any case,
if the three of us can't do it,

we won't be able to get it done with 20.

But we're going in as partners.

Remember?

Small crew means no harm.

Just wants to do business.

Weapons?

Whatever we can fit in the small
compartments of our van, we travel light.

‎[sighs]

Is there a problem?

-Salat knows me.
-[tense beat playing]

What do you mean, Salat knows you?

I've done business with him.

What kind of business?

Delivery boy.

[Vero] For Mo?

Yeah.

[sighs] Clean ties?

Sort of.

I guess we'll sort of use
that to our advantage then.

Who else does he know?

-Me?
-Can't say.

We'll go with that then.

-[sniffs]
-[Vero] Leon,

don't you ever keep something
like that from me again.

Okay.

‎[tense music playing]

[Tlotlo] "And from that day,
the castle wasn't old and broken anymore.

And the land was filled
with flowers as far as anyone could see.

And the king and queen took care of each

other and all the people
forever and ever."

What about the happily ever after?

-[soft music playing]
-What do you mean?

All stories end with a happily ever after.

Let me see.

Maybe…

Oh, here it is, I missed this.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Dad.

Yes, my love?

What happened to Grandpa?

Grandpa?

Where is he?

Grandpa had to go away
for a very long time.

Why?

Because he made a big mistake.

What big mistake?

A very big one.

But I promise you,
I won't make the same mistake, okay?

Is Grandpa a bad man?

Grandpa is not a bad man.

He just tried to do
the right thing in the wrong way.

‎[soft music continues]

Did I ever tell you
your grandpa was a king?

No way.

Yeah, way.

-For real?
-For real.

Long before you were born.

He was the King of Jo'burg.

Do you know what that makes you?

-A princess.
-A princess. [chuckles]

Good night, my princess.

Good night.

‎[calm music playing]

‎[sighs]

[Tlotlo] She's finally asleep.

Oh, look at you.

-Daddy of the year.
-[chuckles]

‎[both chuckle]

So…

-Cape Town.
-Hmm.

Were you serious about the move?

Yeah.

I am, I think it will be good for us.

-Are you okay?
-[pensive music plays]

‎[huffs]

I think so.

What's on your mind?

‎[huffs]

I think I should visit my dad.

‎[scoffs]

And what brought that on?

I don't know, really.

Except every time
I try to cut him out of the picture,

he's just there, lingering.

You know, I mean,
Naledi just asked me about him.

And? What did you say?

I lied.

Told her that he did the right
thing but in the wrong way.

You are not your father.

[exhales] But if I don't face him,

I might just become
like him whether I like him or not.

Okay, you know what?

I think you should go and see your father
and I'm behind you all the way.

-Time to chase the ghosts away. [chuckles]
-[chuckles]

I love you.

I love you too.

‎[tense music plays]

Whos… Who's that?

At this time of the night.

I don't know.

Let me go check it out.

Okay.

‎[tense music playing]

What's up, boy?

Sorry for ringing your doorbell, man.

We just seem to be a bit lost, man.
We're not from here, my friend.

Where are you guys headed?

We're looking for Victoria Road.

Is it drive?

I think we're in the right direction.

Maybe you can just have a look here.

I don't understand this map.
Are we in the right… Have a look here.

‎[g*nshots]

‎[tense music playing]

‎[engine revving]

‎Tlotlo!

‎[Mimi screams]

[yelling] Tlotlo!

No! [sobbing]

‎[sobbing]

‎[electronic alarm buzzing]

[guard] Masire.

Visitor.

‎[tense music plays]

‎[suspenseful beats playing]

‎[indistinct chattering]

‎[tense music playing]

What is it?

I know that look.

What happened?

‎[suspenseful music continues]

Just tell me who.

I can handle it, just tell me who.

Tlotlo.

‎[scoffs]

‎[sighs]

Alright, thank you, Leon.

‎[tense music plays]

‎[tense music intensify]

‎f*ck! [screams]

‎[Mo wailing]

‎-[guard 1] Get off!
‎-[Mo sobbing]

[guard 2] You're making a noise, man!

You're making a noise.

-[guard 1] You're making a noise!
-[Mo continues wailing]

[Mo] No! No!

‎[outro music playing]