What are you doing in my house?
-Pa!
Are you okay, babe?
Yeah.
I'm sorry, my girl. I didn't realize it was you.
I saw someone trying to hide under your car,
and I just thought perhaps it's a burglar.
-I thought you were going to the bathroom. -I was. I… I… um…
I needed toilet paper. I thought I'd come to the garage.
That's where they keep it at my place.
Um, then I came across the photo albums, and…
…I couldn't resist.
My phone had fallen beneath your car.
I went to grab for it, and I guess your dad thought I was hiding.
Okay, look, let's just go upstairs and--
It's getting late, son.
Her parents must be looking for her. She should leave.
Um, your dad's right. I should get home.
My mom tried to call me.
I'll get my stuff.
I'm really sorry about this, sir.
So everything I tell you in here is, like, confidential.
You can't say anything to anyone?
Fikile.
I've been doing this for a very long time.
Meeting in the middle of the night's a bit dramatic.
Sit down.
-You're drunk. -Sit.
I'd like to do the DNA test.
I have one here.
How long have you had that?
I got it a few weeks ago.
Just in case.
Puleng Vezi…
I mean, Khumalo.
Her sister was kidnapped 17 years ago,
and now she thinks I'm her.
Her sister.
Does anyone else know about this?
In the news, they say that her father sold his daughter.
Me.
Fiks,
thanks for doing this.
My parents, um, my mom, especially--
Can you just
shut up about this until we get the results back, please?
If Puleng is right,
and if I do this DNA test, then it means that--
Do it.
-Uh, Sarah. Um…
Chrissy.
-My boy. -Michael.
-Hey. -"Chrissy."
Um, aren't you… aren't you supposed to be, uh--
-In Fuerteventura. -Yeah, cheers.
Yeah, that place. Why aren't you there?
Oh, Dad had a little bit of business. A quick meeting.
Since when do you attend meetings?
It's a bit chilly, eh?
-Uh, it is. It is. -Yes.
Oh shit. Sorry, buddy.
Uh, I'm Michael. This is Sarah. We're Chris's parents.
And you are?
I'm Mark, Chris's boyfriend.
And he's, um, leaving.
Oh.
-I guess it's a school night. -Of course. Of course.
I remember my matric year at this time. It was crazy.
-I'm in grade 11, Michael.
-Yes! -He knew that.
Right. Oh!
Chrissy, I have missed you so much.
Look at you.
-Do you want a drink? -No.
When did you have a boyfriend?
You have to tell me all about it. First, give your mother a hug.
You're grounded.
Do you hear me?
-Ma-- -Don't you "Ma" me.
You left in the middle of class
while your father and I sat across the room
from that girl's parents defending your honor.
Some boy, Wade, showed up here to tell us that.
Wade was here?
Keep quiet!
At first, I thought that Parkhurst was good for you.
But recently, all you do is lie
and wander across town until God knows what time.
Look at you!
What's going on?
Parkhurst isn't the problem.
If I'm a liar, then I get it from both of you.
What did you say?
Did Dad tell you I was in the courtroom a few weeks ago?
I know that he asked you to have an abortion.
And you?
I'm pretty sure you were so relieved when Phume was abducted.
-Problem solved. -Enough!
How could you let him back into this house, Ma?
Why this charade?
Baba, why is everyone yelling?
Sis Puleng, what are you doing now?
Siya, let's get you back to bed.
Without medical aid, we require a percentage of the fees up front.
We can come to an arrangement after that.
So, sorry, how much to get her admitted tomorrow?
3,500 rand per night for the bed, ma'am.
That would exclude the treatment and physician fees.
-For the week, that's-- -Okay, thank you.
Reece, come see Mama's children.
Reece?
My darling sweetheart.
Reece?
We have decided to support your application.
Miss Dlamini?
For the Future Leaders of Africa Award?
But you hate me.
You are challenging.
I don't hate you.
Any student who would take a chance on representing their country
and their continent at the UN deserves to be admired.
But
you're literally always punishing me.
I discipline you because I believe in you, Wendy.
You have good intentions, as far as I can see.
I'd say it's working with people that you struggle with.
But, ma'am--
In any case, you'll have to boost your school activities
to be seriously considered for this award.
And seeing as you've quit the school magazine,
any ideas as to what else you might want to do?
If you'd like to join the committee and help our friends in matric
plan something really special, come and sign up.
What, Chris?
Hi, Wendy. Wow, riveting. Just a beautiful collection of words.
Just one thing.
You… you do realize the only people who plan dances
are those who don't get invited to dances, right?
Well, thanks, Chris.
But since you are unlikely to make it to matric,
I'll take advice from someone else.
Okay. Time's up.
This is business economics, not debate society.
I'm just saying, you scare people.
Your face is always so angry. Maybe smile every now and then.
Oh. So are you trying to say I'm the angry Black woman?
I said take your seat, Miss Dlamini.
Hey, one of these days, you're gonna catch hands from Wendy, bro.
Carry on with your assignments.
No phones in class.
Miss van Rensburg?
What's up?
Just bored as fuck.
So, Michael and Sarah showed up.
Six months later.
What happened to Fuerteventura?
Don't know. I'm sure they'll be gone again soon.
-Mr. Ferreira? -Yep.
Is it possible to introduce a new product to the market even if there's no demand?
Absolutely.
Uh, many businesses start off with the premise
that the customer has a problem, but they don't know it yet.
Your job is to highlight it for them.
And if you're clever,
the customer will end up selling the product for you.
-Wade! -Hi!
-Fikile agreed to do the DNA test. -Okay.
-Last night, she said she wanted to do it. -So now she believes you?
I mean, she's not ready to say it yet, I guess.
That doesn't matter.
But, Wade, it's almost over.
Hi.
Did I interrupt something?
Puleng. Yes, Puleng was just congratulating me.
Yeah. You're looking at the new magazine society chief editor.
The chief editor.
Ah. Aye. Bet, bro.
-Bet, bet. Bet, yeah. -Yeah.
Is that the photo album from last night?
-Yeah. I kinda felt bad… -Okay.
I guess I'm just gonna…
Oh my goodness, stop.
This is so cute. Is this your old house?
-It's another house we have in Kommetjie. -Yeah?
We used to live there at the time, and my dad used to work from there
'cause he couldn't really afford offices.
Guy, stop.
Oh, my mom took that before she and my dad separated.
And then she just… she just left for London.
Now we barely speak.
-I know. It's weird, right? -No, it's not.
I remember she made this crazy meringue cake,
and everyone was just there, and there were balloons.
It was just amazing.
Yeah. So, everyone's here but Fiks.
-How come? -I don't know.
But look. Look.
See, when I look at this picture,
this must have been the best birthday I've ever had.
Wait a minute. Did I hear correctly?
Is KB actually planning his own birthday party?
It's your birthday?
Oh my gosh. I'm the worst girlfriend ever.
Yeah. I give you two another week.
So, are you planning something or not?
Wait, do you guys go to this house?
No, not really.
My dad uses it for storage mostly, archives and things and…
So then how come we don't go there this weekend, to the house?
-No. -Recreate some of these old memories.
No. Guys, listen. Birthdays aren't my thing.
-Ugh. Don't listen to his bullshit. -Come on, KB.
It's gonna be chill. We'll just have a braai, play some games.
Vacation type of thing.
Okay, he's turning 18, not 30.
We're turning up, okay?
I'll bring the crucial supplies.
You know, babe, personally, games night is my thing.
Can we do that?
You're just saying that.
-Principal Daniels? Whew!
Oh, hi. I have been meaning to touch base with you.
I'm sorry we haven't had an opportunity to catch up.
-Oh, that's okay. -It's been rather eventful around here.
-Go ahead. I'll be right there.
-Hi. -Hi.
Oh, Principal.
It's funny. Actually, that's exactly what I've been meaning to talk to you about.
Um…
An issue came up during my session with Fikile Bhele.
About the protection order she's taken against Puleng Khumalo.
As a school, we cannot take sides in this.
Yes, absolutely.
But I, um…
I do think that I should speak to Miss Khumalo as well,
just to make sure that she's coping.
That was a fail.
Is it supposed to be so lumpy, friend?
Oh, it smells weird.
Maybe too many eggs.
Wait, why are you making him a meringue cake anyway?
I'm just glad you're not making him blueberry waffles.
-Ew. -Eh?
I saw it in a picture that he showed me. Seemed pretty special to him.
Aw.
Look at you, friend. Planning birthday parties for bae.
-Stop. -Huh.
Zama, it's not just a party, okay?
The way KB spoke about this house, you know, I was just thinking
that if Mr. Molapo used to work there, then he still leaves things there.
Maybe I'll find something.
That's definitely a reach, but I'm behind you all the way.
-Good luck, babe. -Good luck?
-Yeah. -Zama, no. I need you to be there.
I barely made it out of his house the last time I tried snooping around.
I need you to run interference while I look for something.
Please, friend. I'm begging you, please. Please.
When have I ever said no to a lituation?
What's wrong?
Fuck.
I mean, I thought I was free and fun,
but, like, this whole sausage situationship is just not for me.
Sorry, Zama.
Me and Mark have nothing in common.
I mean, we just stare at each other until it's time to…
No, really! That's the only thing we do.
We just fuck!
Siya? Don't forget to get the stuff out of the car, okay?
Friend?
How are you getting out of here?
Could you please put that phone away? That's just rude.
Now, please, Sam.
Okay. Jeez.
What are you doing getting into school fights so soon?
What's up with you?
Ma, jeez, pregnancy hormones.
Ma, it's rude to answer your phone at the table.
-I mean, what would her dad say? -Hey.
Dinner's ready.
-Oh.
Ah, Fikile.
You know there's nothing you can't tell me, right?
I'm fine, Tata.
Um…
-Hey, Chris. -You heard KB's having a party, right?
So, you gonna go?
Well, Puleng's gonna be there, so--
Screw her, Fiks. I feel like I never see you anymore.
-Like every--
What's that?
Um…
Fiks, I'll… I'll call you back.
You made dinner?
I thought I would make us a lovely family dinner.
I made baklava without the nuts.
I eat nuts. Thanks, Mom.
Okay.
Darling, could you do me a favor and just open that for me?
-Mom? -Mm-hmm?
How long are you guys staying this time?
Honestly, Chrissy.
Sometimes I swear you don't want us around.
Oh, I made you something very special.
Voilà.
I took off the crusts.
It's your favorite. Come on. I know you want to.
Since when do you cook?
Since when do you ask so many questions?
Just wait until you see the meal I've planned for Friday night.
Yeah! Yeah!
Wade?
Hello. Hi.
Hi. Hi, Puleng.
-You've got some serious skills. -Are you a stalker?
Ha, you're funny.
So, um, I need a favor from you.
I would do it myself, but I'm hopeless at photoshopping.
Um, so I am throwing KB a party this weekend,
and I'm definitely high-key grounded.
So I need you to forge a letter for me from the school.
A letter about a school trip--
-Are you crazy? -Shh!
So you want me to fake a letter from the school.
Risk my mother's job again!
So that you can party with your boyfriend who is the son of a man
who had people break into your house a couple of weeks ago. You crazy, Puleng?
KB said his dad has a house in Kommetjie, where he used to work.
They use that as storage.
I think Mr. Molapo is hiding something in that house, and I need to get inside.
That's the only reason I'm doing this.
I wouldn't ask you to do this if it wasn't important.
You're using KB.
Excuse me?
You should tell him the truth. I told you that before.
-I've explained to you--
-Fiks threw a--
She threw a protection order against me.
What would KB do?
I need real evidence that Mr. Molapo's involved in this.
Wade, please.
I'm not… I'm not using KB.
Okay, I've told you that.
I'm sorry.
I don't know who else to turn to.
Wade, look at me.
You're my only friend here.
What's wrong with you, Wade?
Okay.
Okay, I'll help you.
Thank you.
Wade, you're stupid.
Give me that.
Anyway.
Let me rephrase.
You are going to your day one's birthday party tonight, okay?
Fiks and Puleng's problems aren't our business.
Shut up, okay?
You sound like Mark and Zama.
And anyway, my parents made plans for a family night.
They're still around?
Dude, Sarah made dinner.
-Wow.
That better not be what I think it is.
Oh shit.
Ma'am, technically, we didn't do anything illegal.
Hey.
-What? Smoking weed is legal now. -Excuse me?
Uh…
Miss van Rensburg, this is not your first offense.
I've tried to contact your mother but to no avail.
I understand that you have problems at home--
I'm fine, ma'am. Honestly.
Principal Daniels, I'm fine.
Mr. Ackerman, this is your second time here.
You know I could expel the both of you? I have more than enough grounds for it.
Ma'am, uh, listen.
I'm sorry. The…
The weed is mine. Reece didn't smoke any of it at all.
Seriously?
It was in my hand, right?
Please, ma'am, don't punish her because of my mistakes.
You have detention for the next month.
And Miss von Rensburg, hear me when I say,
this is your final warning.
Yes, ma'am.
And what about me, ma'am?
I got snacks. I have more drinks. There's one lame guy here.
-Where's everyone?
No!
Ma'am. Chris has got zero interest when it comes to the Dance Committee.
-True. -And he thinks it's a joke.
That's also true.
You said you need people to sign up for the committee,
and you, my boy, need to learn some responsibility.
-Ma'am-- -Has anyone else signed up?
Stay out of my way. I don't need your help.
That's why no one likes you.
Oh yeah, but a luta continua, and all.
Hey.
Heard KB's having a party.
Are you going?
Yeah, whatever.
Right. Guess I'll just find my own way.
Hey, Sam.
Fiks, hi.
So, I'm guessing this is the part where we ride off into the sunset together.
That's funny.
Um…
So, look, I… I know we barely know each other,
and this is gonna sound really random.
Could you do me a favor?
Could you take me somewhere, please?
You just have to promise not to ask any questions though.
Okay.
So, where am I taking you?
Pollsmoor Prison.
Hectic.
Ah. I'm just glad my key still works.
Hey, KB, uh, where's the aux cable?
-Yo. -Hmm?
I'm gonna get the rest of the stuff from the car, okay.
Okay.
Puleng, aren't you going to help with anything?
Puleng?
Who the hell are you?
Hello, Auntie.
The last time I spoke to one of you kids, I ended up here.
What do you want?
Sorry?
Aren't you from the same school with that boy that came here?
What boy?
What is it this time?
Um…
You signed this birth certificate, right?
Okay.
-Do you know this man? -No.
-And her? -No.
What about her? Do you recognize her?
-And him? -No.
What's going on here?
-Do you know him? -No.
Okay.
Thank you, ma'am.
Look, um…
could you get me some data?
-What? -Data.
Can you get me some?
Um, sure.
What about him?
Do you recognize him?
-Do you?
No.
Are you sure?
Guard.
-Do you recognize him? -Guard!
Don't come back here.
-Hey. -Hey.
Hi. What happened to family night?
Hey!
Babe, I swear, this is not my doing.
Well, I guess word got around.
Cesspit.
Thanks.
Let me guess. Wade?
Are you two…
What are you?
Actually, I can't really read him.
Sometimes I think he likes me, but then sometimes--
This is just like a bad episode of Ask a Man.
Wow.
I'm sorry, friend, but this dating thing feels tired.
I mean, this is your year. You're head girl.
You're a badass queen chasing after a boy. Why?
In the wise words of a wiser woman, "He's not the sun. You are."
Year of Yes, huh?
-No.
Ew!
Gross.
Thanks for the ride.
Um…
Do you mind if we keep this between the two of us?
Look, I don't kiss and tell.
Unless, of course, you ask nicely.
So, are you going to invite me in?
Inside?
Yeah.
Uh, no.
-Mom has a gun, so don't think about it. -Damn.
Okay. See, even more interesting.
Now you really owe me a date.
Bye, Sam.
Bye, Fiks.
Shit.
Why does this always happen to me?
Puleng?
-Hey, Wade, am I wearing this right?
That's not a good idea. Give it to me.
But it's horny. I'm horny. Get it?
Oh, cultural misappropriation! How wonderful!
Um, I don't think you should take that. That's not yours.
-I think I should. It's funny. -I'll be back.
What? Wade?
-I think it's good! -No.
-Hey! -Let go!
Excuse me, bitch.
-What the hell are we doing here?
This is getting common now.
Who are these people anyway?
Some of those people are my friends.
Not everyone is born with a gold spoon in their mouth.
It's a silver spoon, actually.
Fuck you.
What?
-What's wrong with her? -Give me your keys.
You've been an asshole, that's what.
-What's wrong with you? -Not you too.
Mark?
-So, Zama. -Uh-huh?
Are you and Chris together…
with Mark?
Not anymore.
Since when?
Nobody needs that much penis in their lives.
So you guys are the detectives. What are we looking for?
I don't know.
Where would you hide important documents? Like, would--
Shots, shots, shots, shots!
-I'm gonna take this shot. -Shot, shot!
-Yeah! -Shot, shot!
It's this way.
Shots!
That girl is cray cray.
My goodness. Come.
Shots!
Let's see if we can find anything upstairs.
Yo.
Um, have you guys seen Puleng?
Um, I last saw them over there with that Zama girl.
Oh.
Hey, uh, Reece, do you have some grass on you?
Yeah, sure.
Hey, uh, wait a minute. Do you guys want something stronger?
It'll cost you.
How much?
Thousand a bag.
It's locked.
Move.
Okay.
-Zama. -Huh?
What are you doing?
Birthday boy!
Zama! Come on.
Yeah, yeah. Look, have you seen Puleng?
Mm-mmm. Tequila?
Babe.
-Hey. -What are you doing down here?
I mean, there's no toilet paper in this garage.
You're funny.
Um, no, I just decided to take a tour.
We should go back to the party, yeah?
Oh yeah, the party. Thank you for that, baby.
I didn't really get it right though. I'm sorry.
It's the thought that counts.
Seriously, thanks.
And I love you, babe.
Um…
-What's wrong? -Nothing.
-It's just…
Babe, is it… is it just me,
or you just been acting a bit different ever since we had sex?
Did I do something wrong?
No.
No, of course not.
Do you regret it?
Oh, uh, sorry. But Fiks is here.
We'll talk about this later.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah. Um…
Excuse me. There is just something I need to do.
So, have you seen her?
-What? -Zama.
Heard of the Matric Dance Committee?
I don't go to your school.
Fucking Mark just drove off with my car.
I think it's over, and I don't know why.
Hey, um,
why did you lie to Principal Daniels for me?
She'll never expel me. We give too much money to the school.
Besides, you're family.
It's what we do, right?
Yo, Fiks, no drama tonight, please.
There won't be.
Can we talk?
Privately, please?
We'll be fine.
Come.
Hey, um, what did she, um…
What did she mean about your mom?
Ugh, um,
she's just a little sick. No big deal.
Hi.
So, I was thinking…
would you maybe like to go out on a date with me?
Um…
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Do the DNA test, Fikile.
Losing a child must not have been easy.
And if this Puleng is right about this whole thing, then
it's better to face the facts now.
And if she's wrong,
then you can move on with your life,
and so can her family.
But as an orphan,
I can also tell you this.
That no matter what happens…
you make your own family.
So I got this from the DNA testing center.
I thought I'd open it in front of you, so…
Wait, Fiks.
Once we open it, there's no going back.
You know that, right?
So?
What does it say?
Fiks?
I'm not your sister.
Listen to me, Puleng.
Stay the fuck away from me and my family.