01x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

-(birds chirping)
-(calm music playing)

(motorcycle engine starts)

Xola.

(in Xhosa)

(Thobela) Xola!

(Thobela in English)
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

(Thobela sighs)

Oh, and here you plan to go
with two pairs of pants?

Where's your... Xola?

(in Xhosa)

(Thobela in English)
It's Monday. English only,

remember?

-Ugh, come out.
-(Thobela) Oh.

What kind of soldier
doesn't have back up, eh, boy?

-(Thobela) Argh!
-(grunts)

-(pants)
-Okay. Enough, enough.

We said 10:00, right?
What time is it?

-I must have a got a broken one.
-(Thobela) Oh, yeah?

-Yeah. 'Cause mine says it's 9:34.
-(Thobela) Oh.

Oh, wait. 9:35.

Let me see that.

-(Xola) Argh!
-(chuckles)

(Xola laughs)
Okay. I surrender!

-(Thobela) Are you sure?
-Yeah.

(laughs)

(Thobela) Are you ready now?

So, do you have your mango rolls,

biltong, water?

-Yep, yes and yeah.
-Seat belt.

(Xola) So what sort of music
shall we play?

-Eh.
-Nah, I can pick.

-Thanks so much.
-(engine starts, revs)

Let's go. Road trip!

(hip-hop music playing)

(g*n fires)

(Peter laughs)

-(both laugh)
-(firing continues)

(Peter) Okay, stop now, dude.
Someone's gonna notice!

Relax, you p*ssy.

(Xander) Besides, my Dad's got
a license for these.

-Really?
-I dunno. Probably.

(both chuckle)

Did you finish our sh*t?

Dude, is it done?

Oh, I just told everybody

that we're gonna bring some
to the party.

Do you have any cash?

(Peter) Yeah, bro,
can you actually get this one?

-Okay. All right.
-(Peter) That's cool.

Yeah, just, um...

-Okay, pull up over there.
-Eh?

-Why?
-Pull up over there.

Just relax. Listen to me.

(Xander)
I can get us some cash, come.

-(truck honks)
-(upbeat music playing on radio)

(Thobela)
What food would they serve

in this restaurant of yours?

Spaghetti.

Spaghetti?

-Yeah.
-Are you sure?

Wait. Wait, uh, couldn't we have
something like, uh, uphuthu

or something in the menu?

No, spaghetti.
Like our Mama used to make.

I'd use her sauce.

The spicy one.

And desserts would be free.

-Free?
-Yeah.

(chuckles)
I'm not sure about that.

(Xola) But dessert is the best bit.

Some milk tart, maybe.

-(Thobela) Your mom's favourite.
-(Xola) Yeah.

(Thobela) Hmmm.

(Xola)
What restaurant would you have?

Come on.

I don't know.
I'll have to think on it.

(Thobela) Where is everyone?

Okay, stay. I'll be back.

Wait, no.

Can you get us
some ice cream, please?

(chuckles)

Okay.

(Thobela) Okay.

Hello?

Uh, can we get some petrol please?

(both laugh)

(suspenseful music playing)

(Xander and Peter panting)

(panting continues)

-(car honks)
-(g*n firing)

(Thobela gasps)

(Thobela) Don't sh**t, please!

(panting)

(car door closes)

(Thobela) Xola?

(ominous music playing)

-(car engine starts)
-Xola?

Xola?

(in Xhosa)

-(in English) Uh, there.
-(Xola groans)

Press, young man.

Okay. Look at me.

(in Xhosa)

(Thobela shushes)

(in Xhosa)

(Xola in English) Help me.

(in Xhosa)

(Thobela shushes)

(Thobela in English) No. No!
(breathing heavily)

(sombre music playing)

No. Brave boy.

(shouts)
Brave boy!

No!

Brave boy!

(Thobela wails)

(wind gushing)

(breathing heavily)

(sniffles)

(dramatic music playing)

(Themba)
Yeah, they'll be there now.

ETA: 20 minutes.

(suspenseful music playing)

(siren wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

(dramatic music continues)

Alive, hey?

Ja, but if he's missing a knee cap,
who's gonna notice, eh?

(Mbali) Easy, Rambo.

We want a person,
not a cheese grater.

(chuckles, laughs)

(coughs)

(suspenseful music playing)

(indistinct news over radio)

(newsreader 1 over radio)
Enver Davids is also wanted.

(newsreader 2 over radio)
Police recently released a picture

of suspect Enver Davids...

(newsreader 3 radio)
Enver Davids Wanted

in connection with the r*pe and
m*rder of several teenage girls.

-He is considered...
-Let's go! Two by two.

(Boef) Alpha Team, you with me.

Please double take Bravo Team
to the target.

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music playing)

-(chain rattling)
-(door opens)

(officer 1 over radio)
Okay, ground floor clear,

proceeding to first. Anything?

(officer 2 over radio)
Stairwell clear.

(suspenseful music rising)

(indistinct chatter)

(Benny) f*ck! What's going on?

(officer 2 over radio)
Alpha Team, stairwell clear.

No eyes on Davids.
I repeat, no eyes on Davids.

(Cliffy)
Benny, there is nothing here.

(Benny) Yeah, I got that. Thanks.

(officer 3 over radio)
Target spotted, fourth floor!

-(g*n fires)
-(Mbali) Oh, no.

-(Benny) Cliffy, stick with Mbali.
-(g*n fires)

(Benny) f*ck.

(officer 3 over radio)
We're heading south, down corridor.

Jaram has been hit,
we need back up!

He's going to jump.
Davids is going to jump.

(blows air)

(both pant)

(both grunt)

(grunts, panting)

(Enver) Get me off of here.
Let me down!

You better let me down, you mapusa!

-(Cliffy) Holy sh*t!
-(chuckles)

You found the rubbish
in the rubbish.

(indistinct chatter)

(pants)

(shouts)
What happened, Boef?

(shouts)
He had a g*n, two sixes.

One of the shits
got Jaram in the leg.

I had to take him out.

-(ominous music playing)
-(Benny breathing deeply)

(rock music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

-(all cheer)
-Yeah, boy. Thank you.

(Benny) Hey man, we got him.

(men cheering)

(indistinct chatter)

-(birds chirping)
-(animal calling)

(grunts)

(sighs)

(protesters chant)

(in Xhosa)

(crowd in Xhosa)

(siren wailing)

(protesters shout)

(Ntsusa shouts in English)
Don't protect child K*llers!

(indistinct chatter)

-(Benny) Hey. Woah.
-(Ntsusa) Save our children!

Enver Davids is a child k*ller.

Send him to jail.

-(Benny) I need to borrow this.
-Hey, what you doing?

(Benny) Just call HR.
Tell them I took your pen.

-Mbali?
-(Mbali) Hmm?

(Benny) D'you know
where Davids being processed?

Bellville South.
But when I called in,

they said Boef Buekes took him out
on transfer?

f*cking Boef.

Have you tried calling him?

Yes, I've tried calling him.
He's not answering.

Course not.

Listen, don't tell the Colonel.
Let's just keep this between us.

I'll find them.

H-how do those protesters know
we have Davids already?

Same reason you'll read
on the front page

of the Cape Town's first thing.

'Cause one of these dickheads
leaked it.

(man laughs)

-(pen clatters)
-It's not nice, Wena.

(door opens)

(pensive music playing)

(Cliffy in Xhosa)

(in English) You feeling fresh?

(Benny) No, bru.
I'm just tying my shoe laces,

then I'm gonna run
the two oceans, hey.

(Cliffy chuckles)

(Cliffy) Hmm.

-So Boef's got Davids somewhere.
-(Cliffy) Yeah, man.

You can take the man
out of the army.

-(Benny) Is that what they say?
-(Cliffy clears throat)

You know, you're not as clever
as you think you are.

How many people do you know
swallow their mouthwash?

I've got another one for you.

How many wives
do you think I've got calling me,

telling me their husbands
come home drunk again.

(Benny) Come on, Themba.
Are you joking me?

-No, I'm not joking with you Benny.
-We were celebrating, all right?

-We went a little hard.
-Well, that's not good enough,

okay, because Anna's calling me,

telling me she's scared.
And this is happening...

-Listen, I'll deal with it.
-...more and more.

Okay, what do you want me to say?

Howzabout you tell me
when that crack-shot oke

from Parow started sucking brandy
from a mouthwash bottle,

first thing in the morning, eh?

I...
(sniffles)

I don't know.

(Themba)
Do you need to speak to someone?

(clicks tongue)
It's nothing new.

I need you
looking after yourself, Ben.

No good to me if you're not.

Get those f*ck
to take some time off.

-(Benny) I'll take some time off.
-I know what you're thinking.

But I see progress.

(Themba) Honestly, I do.

And we just got...

(smacks on board)
...Enver frickin' Davids, man!

And listen, before you say it,
I know, all right?

He doesn't deserve two-oh-four,
he doesn't belong in wit-pro.

But if he can get us something
on Madikiza that sticks?

Then we've got him, man.

His generals,
his Stellenbosch guys,

his dirty cops,
his whole network, gone.

We just need Davids to testify.

-Get us our askari.
-Yes, Colonel.

And Ben?

I won't stand for another call
like that, you hear?

(pensive music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(Bonnie) Mister Mpayipheli.
(echoing)

I am going to ask you
a few questions

about your background.
Is that okay?

Mister Mpayipheli?

(Thobela) Hmm?

Why does my background matter?

One of the two boys you're accusing

is the son of Joey Weiss.

He has
Eugene five-grand-an-hour De Klerk

as a defence attorney.

What do you mean "accusing"?

"CCTV footage
reported not functional.

SAPS did not recover
a m*rder weapon,

station attendant says he was
in the toilet, he saw nothing".

My guess is
the Weiss' got to him first.

The evidence
is thin, circumstantial.

So the way we avoid acquittal

is if we show your truth
is more convincing

-than theirs.
-But they k*lled my son.

That's the truth.
Right, it should be that simple.

Nothing's ever that simple,
Mister Mpayipheli.

-(Bonnie) I need you to tell me...
-(Eugene) Everything you did

in the years
preceding your retirement?

I worked in security.

Private security, wasn't it?

High profiles, royal dignitaries?

-That's correct.
-(Eugene) Anyone famous?

Names I'd recognise?

I doubt it. I don't remember.

Do you think
Radim Sedlák would remember?

(Eugene) Your old boss.

We're here to talk about
these two boys

murdering my son.

No, Mister Mpayipheli,

we are to discuss
your spurious allegations

that my clients
harmed your adopted son.

And I would like to clarify
for context that you were employed

from 2010 until 2017

in private security

by a man now serving 35 years
in Goodwood Prison

-on multiple m*rder charges...
-Your honour, we are deviating

-wildly from the case at hand...
-Have you ever hurt someone

-for money, Mister Mpayipheli?
-Fallacious

-at best...
-How is that relevant?

(Bonnie)
The witness is not on trial here!

(judge) All right, Mister De Klerk.

You will get to the point.

(Eugene) My point is this...

my clients are star pupils
at Brooks Boys.

Xander's dad
is a titan of industry.

Mum's charity feeds the homeless.

My clients were simply not present

at the crime
Mister Mpayipheli claims

to have only been witness to.

What are you implying?

Did two boys,

with no priors, no g*ns
and no motive,

sh**t an innocent child?
Or did a trained k*ller,

who worked for this city's
oldest gangsters accidentally

-sh**t the boy himself?
-(yells) Don't you dare!

-(Thobela) Don't you!
-Thobela! Thobela.

(indistinct chatter)

(sombre music playing)

(clears throat)

-(Cas-Man over phone) Hello howzit?
-(Benny) Ja, listen, Griessel here.

I need to know where Davids is.

(Cas-Man)
Uh, he's at Belville South.

Oh piss off bru, Benny Griessel,

investigating officer.
I know he's not there, where is he?

(attendant over speaker)
Welcome to Chick 'Em Up! How can I

-help you?
-Hang on. Howzit, uh,

how much is the 15-piece bucket?

-(Cas-Man) Oh, I think it's uh...
-Not you, man.

(attendant over speaker)
It's 199.96.

200 bucks? f*ck that.

-(Cas-Man) Yeah, that's it.
-Um, I'll just get a nine-piece

and a Coke. Thanks.

Hey dickhead,
I'm talking to you now...

(Cas-Man)
Hey, don't call me a dickhead.

-I know he's out off-book.
-(attendant) Hello?

No one's gonna make a fuss
if you just tell me

-which site he's at.
-(attendant) Will that be all, sir?

(suspenseful music playing)

(man groans)

(Benny) When'd you get here?

About ten minutes after you called.

I had a thing in Milnerton.

Aw. But it's not cheat day today.

(scoffs)

(knocks on glass)

How long they've been going?

(scoffs)
You know Boef.

(knocks on glass)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey. Thought it wasn't cheat day?

-Watch your videos.
-(exhales deeply)

He tell you his deepest,
darkest secrets yet?

Doc says my boy Jaram won't walk
for the next three months.

(pants)

Well, at least he's warm for you.

You sh*t yourself?

They go on until you do normally.

Whyzat?

Ah, they think people lie less

when they're sitting
in their own sh*t.

(scoffs)

(in Xhosa)

(in English) You guys is funny.

(sniffles)

Did they tell you it was me
who found Violet?

Who's Violet?

She's the young woman you r*ped
then strangled to death,

-my bru.
-You meanta get me a lawyer.

You know, I spoke to an askari,
in Polls same time as you.

Told me about the night
they went koppa toe.

Heard what happened to you
and I reckon that's how

-you got the virus...
-You don't know nothing about that.

I know NRTIs are better
at treating HIV

-than what you've been doing.
-What do you want?

You've been running security
for Madikiza for what,

six years now?

(in Xhosa)

(in English)
You don't have any idea

what the bossman can do.

What, petrol b*mb rival
taxi buses filled with kids?

Have a man shot outside his house
'cause he slandered his wife?

I know Madikiza.

If you go two-oh-four against him,
I can keep you safe.

Witness protection,
new identity, the works.

There's no safe from him.

He'll find me. And you.

So, do nothing.

More beatings, court,

you go back inside.

(Benny) Eventually, you come out
and carry on being a piece of sh*t,

and then we catch you again.
We wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Me, I'd lock you up,
I'd throw away the key.

So, you don't deserve
what I'm offering you.

And I am only offering it once.

You should have told me
you'd worked for Sedlák.

I don't understand
how he could have known that.

That was so long ago. I was...

a different man.

Thobela, people don't go
to Eugene De Klerk's firm

for their bedside manner.

I'm sorry you had to find out
this way.

(Bonnie)
Look, you saw an attendant, right?

-Yes.
-Then we both know

something's not right here.

I'll call local SAPS,
press them for more statements,

see what we can find.

We don't stop. Okay?

We just recalibrate.

(thuds on table)

What do I do now?

(Bonnie) You don't need
to do anything but grieve.

Lay your son to rest.

Here.

My personal number's at the back.

If you need anything, just...

I know how hard this can be.

It's Veiss, right?

(Bonnie) Weiss.

The older boy's name
is Xander Weiss, right?

We'll keep fighting. I promise.

(Themba) Davids says he's got
lots of messages from Madikiza,

plus full spreadsheets of all
the protection money they extorted.

Once he's secure,
he'll get it to us.

And he signed a statement?

Signature's conditional on wit-pro.

Keeping the lid on this
is going to be impossible.

Madikiza'll find out soon,
if not already.

Can we make wit-pro work
in 24 hours?

48, maybe.

We've got a safe house,
the other side

of the Boerewors Gordyn.
That'll work in the meantime.

Detective Griessel?

I don't know.
I think he gave it up too easy.

Detective Griessel was the IO

on the Violet Bhengu case,
Brigadier.

(Jamila) I remember the docket
on that one.

Awful!

This is a tough pill
to swallow detective. But...

if this means a realistic shot
at a high-flyer like Madikiza,

then I say we have to take it.

Take him to the safe house.

Ben, you know I had to say it.

Okay well, f' you very much too.

How about you put
a team together now, hey?

I'd open an, uh,

-Indian restaurant
-(sombre music playing)

with like, many dishes.

And people would, uh,

share the dishes.
(sniffles)

And you know,

we can eat
with our hands if we want to.

There must definitely be...

cold beer. Cheap...

cold beer.

And...
(breathes shakily)

...free dessert.

-(paper crumples)
-(angry grunt)

(rattling)

We were supposed
to go riding there.

(yells)

(Thobela cries)

(ominous music playing)

(tense music playing)

There's a service car spare?

Huh. What do you think?

-It's fine, we can use mine.
-(Benny) Oh, yeah?

Let's get going.

(upbeat choral music playing)

(Jamie) The f*ck even is this car?

Where's the USB port?

-(Cliffy) Doesn't have one.
-(Jamie) What do you mean?

What do you do for music and stuff?

(Cliffy) CDs. In the cubbyhole.

CDs?

Seriously?

I don't remember you
offering us your car.

Bongo Maffin, Vuyo,

Lundi...

(scoffs)
...Chicco Twala?

The '80s, seriously?

-It's the kind of music I like.
-(Jamie) You know music changes.

It evolves. It, it gets better.

(Jamie) You should go on Spotify.
Find stuff other than Bubblegum

and this Gospel sh*t.

Can you even remember not having
whatever you wanted immediately?

(Jamie) Griessel, back me up here.

I reckon you should just
shut the f*ck up,

-Jamie.
-(laughs)

The f*ck you laughing at, dickhead?

I like Chicco Twala.

(car honks)

(in Xhosa)

(in English)
The day I need you to chime in

-on my taste of music...
-(tires screech)

(g*n fires)

(grunts)

(panting)

Okay?

(breathing deeply)

(g*n fires)

(Themba) Benny.

Benny.

My man...

-I'm so sorry. This is all my...
-This is not your fault.

(Themba) The leak.

You think it was one of our guys?

Okay now, I've got forensics
on shell casing IDs.

And if LPR can pick up the license,

at least we can figure out

where these shooters
came from, okay?

Uh, someone needs to sort flowers

-for Jules and the kids.
-Yeah.

Yeah. Nikki's on that already.

And I'll...

I'll speak to the ACU.

We're gonna get the shitbag
that sold us out.

Pardon my French.

(Themba) I hope whatever Madikiza's
got planned for him is the pits.

I don't think he takes Davids alive
just to k*ll him.

He's out there
and we're back in here.

Back at square f*cking one.

(exhales deeply)

(sombre music playing)

(suspenseful music playing)

(motorcycle engine starts)

(sighs)

(baby cries)

(Benny) Hey, my liefde.

Hi.

(whispers)
What's this?

(toy squeaks)

Come here. Come here.

There we go.

(Anna) Just put her down, please.

She's grown so much.

She's about to start walking.

Look, Mummy's wearing
Daddy's T-shirt.

This is my T-shirt now.

(Benny) Oh, Daddy's lost.
(soft chuckle)

-(Anna) Come on.
-(Benny) Mummy looks

so much better in it, doesn't she?

(Benny shushes)

(beeps)

(Anna) Your flask was in the bin.

That was a gift.

You gave that to me.

Yeah. Well, you threw it at me.

(Benny) When?

Yesterday,
when you were raging around

before you past out on the lawn.

(sighs)
You missed, by the way.

(Benny) Hmm.

I'm sorry.
I should've brought flowers.

The bin's already full,

so I'm kinda glad you didn't.

I thought
it was getting better, Benny.

It is.

It will.

She's here now.

-(Benny sighs)
-Okay,

if you're not going be helping

then what the hell
are we doing here?

I'm f*cking trying, Anna.

Okay?

They got Cliffy today.

How?

We were just driving.

(blows air)

I don't think he felt anything.
It was quick.

-(Benny sniffles)
-(emotional music playing)

(Benny) I'm sorry.

Some of us don't drink, you know.

I can get there.

I don't think that's true anymore.

(Benny) No, it's true.

'Cause of you and...

Listen, you and Carla.

I can't blame you.

I need you and I'm...

So then fix it.

(Benny) I will.

I will, I promise.

I'll fix it.

Come here. I'm gonna fix it.

Okay? Look at me.

I swear.

-(Anna moans) Oh, Benny.
-(Benny) Don't you want to?

(Anna) Wait, wait.

No, wait.

We're gonna stop. We're gonna stop.

We can't keep doing this.

Six months sober. In a programme.

I don't need a f*cking programme.

That's what I need. Okay?

-Then you can come home.
-Are you serious, Anna?

-(Anna) Then you can come...
-I don't... Do you know what I'm...

I'm not... shouting.

I wasn't shouting.

I need you to leave.

(sighs).

Yeah, okay.

(baby cries)

(sighs)

(suspenseful music playing)

I was just, uh, working on the, uh,

-Davids thing.
-Yeah?

Ballistics think
they used vz. 58 compacts

based on the ejection markings
on the casings.

So Czech g*ns?

Nothing but the best
for Enver Davids.

(sniffles)

Ja. Thank you
for the coffee varsity.

Ja.

No problem.

-(Themba) Hey, Ben.
-I need to go piss, bru.

Singh wants us to redirect focus.

She and I are meeting
with the Commissioner just now.

What?

Press got hold of the story.

Obviously, their spin
is SAPS losing control,

SAPS letting a k*ller get lose,

another SAPS officer dead.

So what's Singh suggesting?

That we focus our attention
on finding the shooters.

Kak, man. And forget
about Enver Davids? Seriously?

Zero tolerance
on cop K*llers, detective.

(Themba) It's an easy sell.

Plus, Singh thinks we've got
a better chance

of finding Madikiza
through the shooters.

Seeing as Davids is probably
half way to Zim by now.

Those shooters were laaities.
Sergeant three's at most.

They're gonna know f*ck all.

Did any of the cameras pick up
where they took Davids?

LPR picked up license plates
going to Philippi East.

Even if we do go in,
Madikiza will have a million places

for him to hide.

-Wait, d'you say Philippi East?
-(Themba) Yeah.

The shooters were using Czech g*ns.

Ballistics just came in.

Princess? Are you serious?

Well, she helped us
catch Davids the first time.

No, no. It's too hot right now.

Anti-gangs said
26's are up in arms.

There's no way
Singh lets you into a township

even if you have an escort.

Well, maybe you were right.

Maybe I do need a little time off.

-I really need to go pee.
-(scoffs)

(upbeat music playing)

I've got socks that need some love
if you do commissions.

(Benny) She in?

Nice shot, little man.

Are you just...

(Princess) You were the one
who said we was done.

Remember? You!

Not me, you.

Me? Hmm. I'm happy.

I don't never need
to see your nora face.

Never again.

(Benny)
Are you using again, Princess?

Are you?

Look at this.

Look at this!

This sh*t is fine China skin.

(Princess)
You think junkie skin be like this?

Well, something's got you jumpy.

(Princess) You listen to me nicely.

I'm done

with all that.

Princess sings now.

That and my production of Sarafina.

No Whoopi Goldberg.

(Benny) Oh, Sarafina
and g*n-running hey, Princess?

The 26's know you're selling again?

I mean,
it doesn't have to come from me.

Or you can help me find Davids.

Oh good Lord, it's true!

She's lost him,

like a pair of lost earrings.

Hey, did you look
between the cushions on your couch?

I don't know what your laughing at,

-Princess.
-(Princess chuckles)

One of your g*ns
just blew a naartjie-sized hole

in my partner.

You...

don't put that on me.

I don't pull no trigger.

Princess is just tryna get by.

I think you should try harder.

Okay.

Madikiza's new shebeen,
over in Claremont.

It's fancy.

Rooms on top for ritas or conch,

no anything you want.

Big boys, big security.

I hear he's lying low there
for now.

Okay.

What, Princess don't get
no pleases?

No thank yous? Nothing now?

(sighs)

How about a date night?

(laughs)

No, baby.

No. Um...

I don't think any g*ns believe
Princess was ever this desperate.

(Princess) Not that desperate baby.
No. No. No. No.

Aha, there we go.

That suits.

(upbeat music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(in Xhosa)

(Xander grunts)

(quiet suspenseful music playing)

(Xander pants)

(ominous music rising)

(suspenseful music playing)

(muffled grunt)

(upbeat music playing)

(in English)
Hello. Hello, how are you?

-(man chuckles)
-(Princess) Can we just-

Thank you, darling. Come, cupcake.

Looking good, baby. We can go.

Hi, Sofia.

(Princess) Tracey!

-(Princess) Hello, darling.
-(both smooching)

-(Tracey) Long time. Long time.
-(Princess) Mm.

-Little wee tyke?
-(Tracey) Hmm?

Won't you take
my little prince upstairs,

and warm him up a bit.

(Tracey) Hmm.

Princess needs a drink.

Thanks, man.

-Come on.
-(Princess) Why nobody

has got me no tequila?

(Benny)
You seen a guy come this way?

Tattoos all over,
scary-looking prick.

Probably arrived yesterday.

(Tracey) What's it to you?

(Benny) He left a wife, four kids,
and a bunch of debt.

-Hey.
-(gasps) Hey.

(Benny) They have nothing.

They asked me to help find him.

It's the first door on the left.

(Tracey)
I haven't seen him for hours.

-We're in here.
-(Benny) Nah, we're good.

Don't spend it all on buttons.

Yeah, sure.

This'll go straight
into my varsity fund.

(suspenseful music playing)

(exhales heavily)

(sighs)

-(Themba over phone) Hi, Benny.
-Hey, Them. It's me bru.

-(Themba) Where are you?
-Listen, I found Davids.

He's, he's, he's...

Let's get a team down here.
I'll drop you a pin.

Let's get forensics.

(tense sting)

(Themba) Benny?

-Benny, you still there?
-I'll call you back.

(Benny) Hey, guys.

Why don't we all just...

(people scream)

(tense music playing)

(Benny grunts)

(thug) Go down the back!
Go down the back!

(suspenseful music playing)

(thug) Go! Go!

(Benny) f*ck!

(g*n fires)

(people exclaiming)

-(Benny groans)
-(indistinct chatter)

-(Benny pants)
-(passerby) Is that a cop?

(thug) Get the man! Don't show
your face here again, ja!

(Benny) Yeah, thanks for
the help, everyone.

My apologies.

A precaution. For my safety.

And yours, I suppose.

(man) Would you like a beer?

No.

(man sighs)

I think you do not know who I am.

(man) Is this correct?

My name is Madison Madikiza.

(Madison) Is it a name
that maybe you know?

(Thobela) Hmm.

(chuckles)

Fantastic!

(Madison) Do you know
what it is that I do?

I have an idea.

(chuckles)

(Madison) Very good.

I like ideas.

They are often better
than the real thing.

This is a beautiful weapon.

(Madison) The choice for a hunter.

(in Xhosa)

(Madison in English) But I'm afraid

this is not a reserve

you can hunt in for free.

People hear of a white man
paying a Black man

to protect his kid,

and they say "Oh,

look how the times have changed".

But it is not the times, I think,

that have changed.

It is "opportunity".

Unfortunately for you...

I take my opportunities
very seriously.

(Madison)
So many names for one man.

What is your name, my friend?

(in Xhosa)

(snorts, exclaims)

(in English) That boy

chose the wrong man

to mess with.

Maybe he deserves to die

for whatever he did to you.

But...

I'm a businessman first,

and a moralist, second.

So...

I ask that you do not harm
that boy.

And if I refuse your request?

Then you become a problem!

(Madison) Now,

a man such as yourself,

working for a man such as me?

"Opportunity".

-(Thobela) Hmm.
-Besides,

perhaps if you bide your time...

The white man's money
eventually runs out.

(chuckles)

Spoken like a true hunter.

-(Madison) You can start tomorrow.
-(upbeat music blaring)

It might not be
the vengeance you crave.

But there is such potential
in rage.

We must not let it go to waste.

(Madison) He runs my security.

He will talk you through
the basics.

He is a different kind of hunter.

We can talk more tomorrow.

(Tracey) Can I get you anything?

A drink?

No. Who is that, uh,

that man over there?

A monster.

Why do you say that?

Come on. I didn't hear it from you.

He grabbed a young girl
from the street and r*ped her

to cure his HIV.

Strangled her afterwards.

And nobody has done anything?

When do they ever?

(Tracey) Hmm?

Boss says we gotta talk security.

You want a beer?

Brother, are you listening?

-(Thobela) I have a question?
-(Enver) Uh-huh.

(Thobela)
I hear you know how to cure A*DS.

Someone says you have a way.

(Enver) I got a way.

-What is it?
-(Enver) You know, mos,

the blood of virgins.

You need a girl
who hasn't bled yet.

You take her.

And you don't stop
until you are done.

(Thobela) And you found this girl?

(scoffs)
I had to do it twice.

Where did you find them?

(Enver) The first was a park.
Walking home.

Then I met these guys.

They can, uh,

help you with anything.

Whatever you need.

However young.

And you,

you felt no guilt?

For their pain,

their families' suffering?

(Enver)
Whatchu talking like that for?

I needed to...

Listen,

you should shut the f*ck up

with stuff like that.

(in Xhosa)

(Themba in English)
What the hell are you wearing?

Brandy-flavoured.

Hey, look.

Local station commander's name
is Brucie.

He'll take IO on the scene.

He's on witnesses right now,
seeing if he can make a link

to an order Madikiza made.

Do you honestly think anybody
who works or spends time

in Madikiza's place
is gonna say sh*t to a cop?

(Themba) Look, Ben.

I know you've seen more
than your fair share.

It's okay to take some time off.

Sort things out with Anna,

talk to someone.

Take up yoga or something.

The IO's a moron if he thinks
Madikiza ordered this.

This wasn't a hit.

Least...
nothing like I've ever seen.

And like you said?

More than a fair share?
(sniffles)

(Benny) b*llet to the back
of the head, that's a hit.

Single stab wound, maybe. But this?

Multiple strikes,
not all aimed to k*ll.

(Benny) This was a front-on attack.

I think
Davids was even given a chance

to defend himself.

Guy like Davids, why take the risk?

Why this method,

if all you wanted was the k*ll.

Two guys fall out.

There's a misunderstanding
and it escalates?

(Enver groans)

(intense music playing)

(Enver grunts)

(Enver grunts)

-(ominous music playing)
-(Xola) Papa.

(Xola laughs)

-(soft music playing)
-(birds chirping)

(Benny) No, there's rage here.

Punishment.

I think whoever did this...

I think he wants to be heard.

(Themba) What's he trying to say?

(Benny) I don't know.

But my bet?

He's gonna do this again.

(closing theme music playing)