MAN: I've got a tap on Osman's home landline,
and we've got watchers in the apartment opposite.
What do we think they're bringing in?
-I'd say-- -Dirty bomb.
Osman moves, we move.
Why did Janina mention Pelindaba?
WOMAN: Never speak of it again.
We need to keep our focus on the package.
Where are the diamonds?
-(GUNSHOT) -(SCREAMS)
There has been an accident.
MAN 2: No diamonds, no money.
(GRUNTS)
ROLANDA MARAIS: I may have something.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(panting)
♪ ♪
(panting)
(rattling)
(panting)
(dog barking)
(panting)
(rattling)
(panting)
(dog barking)
(women yell)
(panting)
(crowd chatter)
♪ ♪
(heavy breathing)
(shouts, struggles)
(groaning)
("This is War" by Brendan Jury playing)
(singing in foreign language)
♪ This is war ♪
(singing in foreign language)
(singing continues)
♪ This is war ♪
(singing in foreign language)
♪ This is war ♪
♪ ♪
(traffic noise)
(brakes squeak, cuts engine)
(shuts door)
(window rolls down)
Get in.
(paper crinkling)
I need you to find address for me.
Can you find this woman for me?
-Do you need me to get someone to pick her up? -No.
Just get that address for me.
-(phone vibrating) -Sure.
Get out. Get out.
(vibrating continues)
-(answers phone) -Yeah?
Lucas Becker (on phone): My name is Lucas Becker.
-You stole my money and I want it back. -(laughs)
Your boys carjacked me.
Car's a rental. You can keep it.
But the money and the Marine Corps kit bag,
I need them back.
Hey, where you get this phone numbers from?
-Enoch Mangope. -Nkunzi: I don't know him.
Yeah, you do.
Fucked-up eye, carjacker, currently in some discomfort.
Look, let's just keep this simple.
The money, it's not yours, but,
and here's the problem,
it's not mine either.
Now,
I need you to work with me so I can get it
to the right people, or things are gonna get
unpleasant for both of us.
Nkunzi: You listen to me.
Go fuck yourself, okay?
That attitude is only gonna cause trouble.
Wh-who do you think you are?
My name is Lucas Becker. B-E--
(speaking Afrikaans)
Drive.
(police siren)
(street chatter)
-We let her threaten us? -We'll get the diamonds.
Just one day before we need them?
-No. We'll find her before then. -And what if we don't?
What if we have to go through with the exchange?
Hassan, brother, forget about the courier.
We never had the money to pay the courier!
That's why we sent that tsotsi to intercept--
Enough!
We can't keep this from Daoud any longer.
Set up a meeting.
Yes, Uncle.
Osman: And Baboo's right.
I've given the name of the courier to Nkunzi.
If her finds her in the next three days,
he knows we'll raise his share.
And what if he doesn't?
Then we will meet with the courier in three days' time,
and then we will take care of it ourselves.
Amen to that.
♪ ♪
(papers rustling)
(phones ringing)
(indistinct whispering)
...just disappeared into thin air.
Oh.
Did you get anything more from the beach?
No.
(sighs)
Nkunzi's tracking Flea.
We track Nkunzi.
♪ ♪
(speaking Zulu)
Gather everything you can find on Nkunzi
-and put it in the board room for me. -Okay.
It's time to get to work.
(street chatter)
(children laughing)
(children shrieking)
(laughing)
You two look like angels!
(indistinct)
Leave Uncle Baboo alone!
(indistinct)
Suleiman says tomorrow, Uncle.
(speaking Arabic)
(children screaming, laughing)
♪ ♪
(plane roaring)
(shuts door)
(speaking English)
-Lemmer: Thank you. -Thank you, sir.
(plane roaring)
I'm here to see Ehrlichmann.
(speaking English)
Shumba?
♪ ♪
Man (speaking English)
Nkunzi (speaking English)
Man:
Nkunzi:
Becker: My name is Lucas Becker.
-You stole my money, and I want it back. -(Nkunzi laughs)
Your boys carjacked me.
Car's a rental. You can keep it.
But the money and the Marine Corps kit bag,
I need it back.
Nkunzi runs a tight herd.
Someone will talk.
There's a reason why he's on top of the food chain.
He keeps his circle to friends and nephews,
childhood friends.
With everyone else,
well, there's a high turnover.
-Raj... -Hm?
What eyes and ears can we get on him?
I don't know. I mean,
his club's a no-go area. It's like Jess said.
These guys are tight. And he's got some serious
security at his house, so...
(scoffs) It's Clifton, who doesn't?
Quinn: Look, why don't we share what we've got
with the CIA station at the consulate?
Bruno may already have intel on Nkunzi...
-...and the woman. -No.
Janina, we have a duty to inform the Americans...
-...when their nationals are threatened. -No, we don't.
-Not yet. -Raj: So, what? We've got
nothing on the courier, and Nkunzi's untouchable?
Nobody's untouchable.
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
(sighs)
(quiet chatter)
Man: Sir!
Where's Ehrlichmann?
Be patient. Shumba will be here.
(scoffs)
(sighs)
♪ ♪
-(sighs) -(intercom beep)
Man (on intercom): Hello?
(speaking Zulu)
(phone rings, man answers)
Man: Huh?
(speaking Zulu)
No, you must not phone here again!
Forget this number! Don't phone me!
(Nkunzi shouts)
(speaking English)
(speaking Xhosa)
(speaking Zulu)
Maybe he can find something for you.
(speaking Zulu)
Then what the fuck do you want here?
You have a beautiful home.
Thank you.
The neighbors must be impressed.
I take it you'd like to keep all of this, Mr. Shabangu.
We know about your meeting on the beach yesterday.
And about the two bodies you left up in the Kruger.
The Kruger?
(clears throat)
(chuckles) The animal park?
(nervous cough)
(laughs)
(speaking Zulu/English)
One of those dead boys belonged to you.
But the other one?
The white one?
He was executed.
We search this house, we find the gun
that matches the bullet in his head,
we will put you away for life.
(speaking Zulu)
Huh?
Now, you listen here, you fuckin' bitch.
(speaking English)
If I can talk,
whereby I say...
and you're dead.
So, fuck off. Take your ass,
put it in the car, and fuck off ya!
And take that doggy dog with you.
(speaking Zulu)
(speaking Afrikaans)
Here's the deal.
We know you agreed to hijack a consignment of diamonds
for a man called Shaheed Latif Osman.
Mr. Osman is a terrorist,
or he'd like to be.
The name of the courier is Flea.
You track the diamonds or the woman,
you come to us.
(speaking Zulu)
Terrorism is not your business, Mr. Shabangu.
No amount of bribery is going to get you out of
that kind of mess.
We want the diamonds
and/or the woman.
We don't get either, we come for you.
Think about it.
Just don't take too long.
♪ ♪
-(sighs) -(unlocks car)
So?
What do you think?
(chuckles) Speechless. No words.
-(Janina sighs) -Absolutely no words.
-Still got it. -Evidently.
(doors shut)
(car starts)
♪ ♪
(footsteps)
(indistinct chatter)
(speaking foreign language)
I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
It was unavoidable.
Ehrlichmann.
Lemmer.
Let's walk.
This way.
♪ ♪
Lucas (on phone): Look, I'm a reasonable man, okay.
I just want my money.
Now, I'm staying at the Round Table in Woodstock.
-If you want-- -Nkunzi (on phone): I don't believe you, isiwula!
Stop fucking calling me
or I'll come to your hotel and kill you!
(wolf whistle)
Who's that?
Uh, some guy named
Lucas Becker.
He's been calling Nkunzi repeatedly.
Business?
He says Nkunzi's men carjacked him.
He wants his money back.
Then he's a dead man walking.
Milla: I don't know. It seems like he knows what he's doing.
He does?
(laughing)
He doesn't stay too far from you.
-Maybe you should look him up. -Jess!
What? I'm just saying. You know how it is.
Men who know what they're doing are hard to find.
♪ ♪
(speaking Arabic)
You're welcome to worship here,
but I do not want to hear of you spreading your poison amongst
any more of our young men.
(engine revving)
(speaking Afrikaans)
(speaking Arabic)
You haven't been around here recently.
(speaking Arabic)
Give my best to your mother.
You have news, Shaheed?
The delivery of the diamonds has been delayed,
but everything is in hand.
Still within schedule, as we discussed.
If you needed financial help, you should've asked.
Look, this isn't an issue, brother.
As we discussed, in a couple of days, all will be well.
I will not ask why the delay then.
Two days.
Okay?
-(insects chirping) -(indistinct chatter)
Diederik told me what happened to the boy on the road.
I'm sorry about that but,
I know nothing about any diamonds.
Those rhinos were dehorned when they left me.
(tailgate creaking)
(guns rattling)
Jeez, you planning a war?
We collect them off poachers,
then redistribute them.
Your size?
(clicking)
-(cocking) -Suits you.
Take it.
(speaking Afrikaans)
Come.
♪ ♪
(Tahir speaking Arabic)
(speaking Arabic)
♪ ♪
(inaudible)
-(insects chirping) -(liquid pouring)
Ehrlichmann: Flea isn't exactly a vet.
But when Diederik needed someone to oversee
the movement of the rhino,
she was my first, my only choice.
Why?
I knew her father back in Botswana.
He was a master tracker.
Flea knows more about transporting big game
than most guys three times her age.
She really
hid the stones in fake horns?
(chuckles)
You really had nothing to do with it?
I have my various interests.
Smuggling blood diamonds isn't one of them.
Yeah.
You don't know where she got the stones?
Who she was working for, taking them to?
I think we both know who controls
the illegal export of diamonds from Zimbabwe.
But, no.
Those decisions she made herself.
You saw her scars?
When Flea was a child,
baboons attacked her and her dog.
Those scars are bite marks.
Dog didn't make it, she did.
I'd be very reluctant to cross her.
Well, unfortunately, she has
now seen fit to cross me.
♪ ♪
(bar chatter)
Bartender: What will it be?
Uh, uh, just a glass of your h-house white.
Thanks.
-(insects chirping) -(fire crackling)
What will you do when you find her?
I don't care about the diamonds.
She took my gun.
Tsotsi used it to kill the boy,
and it's registered to me.
As long as she has it, she can put me in Pollsmoor forever.
She gives it back...
♪ ♪
Her address is on the back.
Lemmer: What animal's this?
Brown hyena.
What's so special about the brown hyena?
Unlike their stripy cousins,
brown hyena walk alone.
Your pilot is picking you up tomorrow.
Good luck, Lemmer.
I think you'll need it.
-(bar chatter) -(soft music playing)
Lucas: Excuse me, buddy?
-I asked for a glass of red. -Bartender: I'm sorry, sir.
Let me change that for you.
Unless you'd like it.
Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.
Bartender: Here you are, sir, and apologies again.
-No problem, buddy. Thanks. -And for the lady?
-A glass of white? -Uh, no, no thank you.
It's just sitting there.
Thank you.
Actually, do you mind if I join you?
I've been stood up this evening.
Just for the one glass of wine.
Sure.
Lucas.
Milla.
(chuckle) I always wanted to be a journalist.
That was my dream when I was growing up.
An investigative journalist.
Like Woodward and Bernstein?
Exactly.
So, is that what you do?
-Journalist? -Uh, only for
a local paper.
But, it's what I do.
What about you?
What do you do?
You know, I haven't eaten.
Would you like to join me?
Um...
Uh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to step on any toes.
No. No, no, no.
It's not that. It's just...
I'm late. It-it's late.
No, of course. I understand. Um...
Listen, I'm, uh,
I'm gonna be...
in, uh, in town for a while, so...
if you would like
to meet up again,
this is my...
number.
Yes.
May-maybe.
Thank you for the wine.
You're welcome.
(laughs)
♪ ♪
Goodbye, Lucas.
Goodbye, Milla.
(locks door)
(sighs)
(notification chimes)
(chuckles)
(wings flapping)
♪ ♪
(street chatter)
(children chattering)
(phone ringing)
-Osman's office landline, incoming. -Ah.
(click)
-(piercing static) -What the fuck is that?
Call must be going through a geo-scrambler or something.
(speaking Arabic)
-(static continues) -Come on. Is there any way we can pinpoint this thing?
(speaking Arabic)
(sighs) Coordinates are jumping all over the place.
(speaking Arabic)
Maybe Mauritius, the Indian Ocean...
-...or Somalia? -Oh, come on.
(sighs)
What? W-what? Is that it?
(sighs) If the call had been longer.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
Okay.
I'm gonna get working on the decryption.
You make it your priority to find out
-where that call came from, okay? -Sure.
Are you busy with something?
-Just checking the person of interest list. -You got a lead?
Mm-mmm, no.
Could you check those files for me?
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ ♪
Okay, here we go. This is the key bit.
(man on audio speaking Arabic)
So, the guy calling in is saying,
"We'll arrive in Cape Town on schedule."
(Osman speaks Arabic)
And then Osman says, "Our target is clear,
and God is on our side."
The weapon's coming in by ship.
It's a short walk from the docks to the stadium.
-Makes sense. -(sighs)
Are we any closer to pinpointing the location of that call?
Mm-mmm.
Okay, until we know,
we need to look at every ship set to dock in the Cape
-between now and the match. -Raj: Okay, well we can
get a list of arrivals from the port authority,
but that's gonna take a few days.
We don't have a few days.
And we need to look at the boats coming in under the radar.
Leave that with me.
♪ ♪
(phone vibrating)
(sighs)
(quiet gasp)
(phone vibrating)
Hi.
Hey. Hope you don't mind me calling.
Um, I can't really talk now. I'm at work.
Oh. Well, I just wanted to say
I really enjoyed meeting you last night.
-So did I. -Lucas: And,
you're basically the only person I know within 1,000 miles,
so I was wondering,
do you wanna meet up tonight?
T-tonight?
Yeah, if you're free.
Um, okay.
Where would you like to meet?
Uh, lemme text you when I know where I'm at.
Milla: Okay.
Thanks for the call.
Lucas: All right, I'll see you later.
♪ ♪
(clicking)
(ship horn blasts)
(forklift rumbling)
Julian!
Julian, remember me?
Shit. Long time no see.
(speaking English)
I need to know all the drop points around the main harbor,
and I need a list of any unusual ships
that have come in under the radar.
-I can't do that for you. -Julian.
Julian! Hey.
I don't give a fuck about the Mandrax that
you and your chommies are smuggling
in and out of this place, okay?
And if they find out I gave it up to you,
what happens to me?
♪ ♪
You would be doing a 20-year stretch if it wasn't for me.
I need a favor in return.
This is me asking you very politely.
Thank you.
Raj: We have the port authority list
on every ship coming into Cape Town in the next four days.
Yeah, and I have a line on anything unofficial
that's coming in, so we're good.
Yeah, but even if we cross-ref all of that
with the transponder info on every ship,
we still don't have the manpower to search them all.
Okay, Raj, so what you're saying is that in order to stop
this... device from coming into South African shores,
we need to make sure that we identify
-the exact boat that is-- -Yeah,
we don't have the tech to do that.
Yeah, but we all know who does.
Look, I think it's time we call
our American friends for some help.
I said no.
I mean, they do have the tech and the satellites to pinpoint
that call to a single device, so...
Yeah, and we both know he's right.
But you are not here to make those decisions--
Yeah, but there are lives at stake here, Janina--
(speaking Afrikaans)
You think I don't know that, Quinn?
-Let's carry on. -Yeah.
(door slams)
(heavy breathing)
♪ ♪
(motorcycle rumbling)
(rumbling)
(woman vocalizing)
(birds cawing)
(rumbling)
(waves washing ashore)
(vocalizing continues)
(rumbling)
(cuts engine)
-Good? -Mm-hmm.
All right.
-Lucas: Oh wow. -(chuckle)
Milla: I haven't been up here in...
20 years.
You're kidding.
Thanks.
All those people,
going about their lives.
Lucas: No idea that someone's up here watching them.
Thanks.
So, how long are you staying in Cape Town?
I don't know yet.
As long as it takes, I guess.
(sniffs)
Milla: As long as what takes?
On my first day here, I was carjacked.
You were carjacked?
Guys got away with something I need,
and I've been trying to track them down.
I only got a few dents and bruises.
It's mostly my pride that was hurt.
-So sorry. -Eh,
it happens.
Did you file a police report?
Lucas: Nah, I doubt they're gonna be much help.
Well, I hope you get whatever it is they took from you.
Not as much as I do.
(club music playing)
(club chatter)
(singing in foreign language)
(street chatter)
(club music, singing continues)
(muffled music)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(knocking)
(Kariema speaks Afrikaans)
Janina:
Kariema:
Janina:
Kariema:
Mm. Mm. Mm...
♪ ♪
(TV playing, indistinct)
(speaking Afrikaans)
Your sister.
My sister is younger.
(muffled club music)
-(gunshot) -(Flea screams)
(muffled club music)
(inaudible)
(street chatter)
♪ ♪
-Driver: Where to? -Uh, nowhere yet.
-Driver: Meter's running, eh? -That's all right.
Keep it running.
♪ ♪
Follow that car.
Let's go. Go, go, go.
Quinn, you're right.
Set up a meeting with the CIA.
♪ ♪
Take a left.
Little further. That's good, that's good.
-(door creaks) -(women laughing)
(speaking Zulu)
(party chatter)
(chatter continues)
-(dance music playing) -(party chatter)
-(pop) -(yells in Zulu)
(cutting wires)
(sighs)
(speaking Zulu)
(music blasting)
(inhales)
(gate squeaks)
♪ ♪
(party chatter)
(chatter, music gets louder)
(quiet chatter)
(Sipho speaks Zulu)
(indistinct)
(both speaking Zulu)
Ah!
(indistinct)
(music, party chatter continue)
(speaking Zulu)
(music continues, muffled)
(sighs)
(water running)
♪ ♪
You didn't need to walk me.
(chuckles)
(street chatter)
Here I am, home safe.
Mission accomplished.
Good night, Milla.
Good night.
Wait.
♪ ♪
(water running)
(beep, shutter snapping)
(yelling) Fuck!
Ah!
There's fucking water restrictions. Turn off the tap.
Okay.
(water stops)
(beep, shutter snapping)
You know you're a dead man.
Okay, you come after me,
and these go public,
and every rival and accomplice you've ever had will see
just how easy it is to catch the bull naked
in his own kraal .
-It's not a flattering angle. -(shutter snapping)
(speaking Zulu)
What the fuck.
No one who does this to Nkunzi... lives.
Do you understand? You will not survive!
Okay.
If you cooperate with me,
then maybe I won't fuck your reputation.
You didn't come for revenge on the boy?
-Just cover yourself. Let's chat. -Okay.
♪ ♪
So, what the fuck do you want?
Huh?
The diamonds were on the truck.
-That's bullshit! -The woman that the boy and I were with,
Flea van Jaarsveld,
I don't know where she is.
Okay.
So, you don't want the diamonds,
and you don't want to take revenge for the boy--
I don't give a fuck about the fuckin' diamonds!
-I want the woman. -All right.
Okay.
(sighs)
What makes you think I know where she is?
Because you searched her apartment.
But she wasn't there. Neither were the diamonds, were they?
Yeah. (chuckle)
Why don't you start by telling me who hired Flea van Jaarsveld.
-(snaps lighter) -(sighs)
(inhales)
-(drops lighter) -Tell me who hired you.
♪ ♪
(Nkunzi exhales)
Maybe I should've just killed you instead of the boy.
I think you probably should have.
(inhales)
(exhales)
(cigar hisses)
Hands.
(gunshots)
-Fuck! -(gunshot)
(crowd screaming)
♪ ♪
Milla: Close the door.
(gunshot)
(heavy breathing)
(gunfire)
(heavy breathing)
(gunshot, glass shattering)
(moaning)
(thud)
(cocks gun)
(gunshot)
-(gunshot) -(grunt)
(cocks gun)
(panting)
♪ ♪
(tense breathing)
(gunshot, glass shatters)
(gunshot)
♪ ♪
SANDI SHULTZ: Someone is targeting our witnesses.
I think we found something.
We have a possible I.D. The American, Lucas Becker.
SANDI: Find him.
Get in the fucking car.
Lucas Becker is now our main priority.
Who is that with Becker?
You're making the exchange with the courier tomorrow.
Not good enough, brother.
Did you set up the meeting with the CIA?
We will share our intel.
I don't think that's going to cut it.
(CAR HORN BLASTS)
SANDI: We have a mole feeding information.
We've only got three days left.
What the fuck are we doing?
INKUNZI: We will all fulfill our parts.
Of this I'm sure.
-(EXPLOSION) -(BREAKING GLASS)
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
ED STOPPARD: We first see Lucas...
...he's trying to retrieve this money from Inkunzi,
and...
...things kind of very quickly ramp up.
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
LUCAS BECKER: (OVER THE PHONE) My name is Lucas Becker.
You stole my money. And I want it back.
(WHISTLES) Who's that?
Uh, some guy named Lucas Becker.
Milla really wants to do well
at the PVI, so when she bumps into Lucas,
she decides to follow him.
-Lucas. -Milla.
As far as he's concerned, it's just pure coincidence.
Lucas is ignorant of what Milla does for a job,
and what she was doing in the restaurant
where they met in the first place.
So, he's in a bind.
There's an immediate connection, and that's why she,
pursues it. Knowing that what she's doing is so wrong.
SISANDA HENNA: The shoot I see, one-- one of my favorite,
production found a beautiful house in Camp Spade,
glass walls, a great view. Just shooting there was amazing.
We established that there was a party going on.
So we have Inkunzi and his gang with the guys and girls.
And on the other hand, we follow Lemmer sneaking in
through the back doors.
There's a lot of security at his house,
so for Lemmer to get in is the biggest surprise
that happens for Inkunzi.
In that scene, he's at home having a shower,
and there he is naked.
-(INKUNZI YELLS) -(CAMERA PHONE CLICKING)
'Kay, you come after me, and these go public.
You don't get more vulnerable than that right?
Maybe I should have just killed you instead of the boy.
I think you probably should have.
As soon as Inkunzi fires the first shot...
...all bets are off.
Shooting at glasses, the big mirror falls down.
We had to find a way that Inkunzi would handle his gun,
very different to Lemmer.
He shoots like a trained solider but Inkunzi's very gangster,
so he just hold it, in any freakin' way.
That was a very fun, cathartic experience for Lemmer.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪