Baba…
Dad. Baba.
Help.
Help!
Your neck is sprained quite badly.
You got two broken ribs, broken wrist.
We do expect you to make a full recovery,
but, uh, you will have to undergo some physiotherapy.
Where is Dad?
Um…
The doctors did everything they could for him, Puleng.
He's gone.
Your dad died, my child.
I'm, uh… I'm so sorry for your loss.
I'll give you all a moment. We can discuss your recovery later.
No.
No, we can talk about that now.
-Puleng-- -I'm fine.
You'll have to take some medication.
-Oh, my God, can't believe it. -KB said they got in an accident.
Why wasn't it my dad?
-Chris! -I'm just kidding.
Listen, why don't you send me a dirty little pic
just to make this day a little bit less depressing?
-Behave yourself. Come on, Wendy, you're killing me.
I have to go. Bye!
-Uh, sparkling water, please.
Thank you.
Mmm.
-Thank you.
Oh. Um…
-Declined. -Hmm?
Declined.
-Uh… -It's on the house.
Thank you.
I think this one's better.
Auntie, what do you think?
Mmm.
-Yeah, this one. -Okay.
Thank you.
I thought Puleng was supposed to be here by now.
Uh, yeah.
She'll be discharged from hospital in a few days.
On the morning of the funeral, to be exact.
How are you coping?
I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.
Just you being here…
…is more than you'll ever know.
-Ma. -Siya.
You don't have to go to school today, my child.
I know, but…
I want to… please.
I can drop him off on the way.
Okay.
Thank you.
For everything.
Reece!
I need your help.
Reece, you can't be a bitch just 'cause we're better than you.
-Hey! -You can't just cut us off from Lex.
Listen, Parkhurst is off limits from now on,
but don't worry.
I have a plan.
I-- Uh, we are throwing a party.
-We are? -Yes, that's what I need your help with.
And you two will be dealing there.
You'll make much more in one night than you do at Parkhurst in months.
Okay? Deal?
No.
Okay, fine, you can have my cut of the cash, then. Happy?
And then? What happens after the party?
Taking your cut sounds more like a short-term solution.
I am working on a bigger operation,
but first you'll need to prove yourselves.
Deal.
Great, I'll text you the details soon.
Reece,
I thought you retired from your side gig.
I did.
This is the last time, I promise.
Listen, can I maybe use your credit card for the deposit for the venue, please?
I'll pay you back in cash.
It's not gonna work.
I maxed out my credit card for the yacht party, and…
my parents decided to act like real parents
and cut my allowance off.
So, just as broke as you are.
Fuck.
The minister said God loves us, Ma.
Then why would he let Ubaba die?
It just… doesn't make sense.
Son.
Mrs. Khumalo, Fikile, and I will be making our way shortly.
This is a very sad time for the family, but be strong.
This shall pass.
Thank you.
I'll walk you out.
I'm here if you need me.
Hmm.
-Don't strain yourself, Puleng. -Oh, it's okay.
-Drive safe. -You're okay.
Uh, Ma.
Can I please get the police report on the accident?
Why? What do you want to do with it?
I wanna know what happened.
Cuz, you… think that's a good idea?
-We just had a funeral-- -I know.
But I feel like knowing the details will give me a bit of closure.
You'll get it after your physio in a few weeks. Okay?
Why is there an entire day in my diary blocked out this week?
I'm not sure. Someone from the board called--
Principal Daniels.
Harold Grootboom. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Can you clear your day tomorrow?
For?
Our interview for the internal review.
Ah, the board sent you.
Correct.
Hey, Tahira. What's up with you?
Ah, just head girl admin even though I'm not head girl anymore.
Mm, shame. Don't you wanna sign this for Puleng?
It's a condolence message.
-Sure. -Mm.
That's so vanilla.
Yeah, I'm trying to go with, like, a stylish, minimalist look.
Mm. And you think that is stylish?
You don't?
Look, minimalist is good, but this is just extra dry and safe.
-Leigh-Anne, I'm-- I'm not in the mood. -You should be.
Look, I think you're an okay person, but nobody else knows that.
You only became head girl 'cause Wendy made sure of it.
Dude, that's just rude.
Tahira, if you want to lead the school,
you're going to have to stand out.
Like you did with that article. That was badass.
And maybe just chill out a bit.
-It's just high school.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later.
Oh.
Bye.
Now, has everyone chosen their groups of four?
Ma'am, since some of us have done this before,
do we have to be in groups?
Yes.
Okay, fine, who wants to be in my group?
We can just polish my project from last year.
Come on, minimum work needed.
Oh, that's interesting. I don't recall you handing in a project last year.
I'll join you.
Great.
Um…
Does anyone have space for two?
Hi. Puleng's in the kitchen.
Hellos.
-Hey. Come in. -Hi, Puleng.
Hi.
I saw that.
Um, I thought it was just me, you, and Leigh-Anne in the group.
No one wanted him.
Guys, he's gonna make us fail. You know that, right?
Um, ex-squeeze me. I've done this before. Okay?
You guys need me more than I need you.
Yeah, well, insanity is doing the same thing
and expecting different results.
-Where's the loo? I gotta take a piss. -Down the hall to your right.
Nice kitchen.
From the Magazine Society.
Oh!
And, um, just condolences messages.
Thank you.
Very sweet. Thanks, guys.
Hey. What are you doing here?
Uh… It's, uh, school things.
Um, it's a design project, actually.
You know, um, creative.
Uh… Okay, nice.
Um, the tap on the left has an issue, so use the other one.
Uh, cool.
-You go this side. -Okay.
You haven't kept your promise, you know?
About what?
The police report.
Oh, please, Puleng, not now.
Ma, I've gone to physio.
I'm continuing to do so.
It's been six weeks. I'm doing my homework,
I've done literally everything you've asked me to do.
Why can't I have this one thing?
Fine.
The driver admitted fault and agreed to pay full damages.
That's… That's good, right?
Too good.
Like, it's convenient, like this whole thing was planned.
By who?
-Lisbeth and Matla.
Look, Puleng, I'm not defending them, but that's quite a reach.
No.
No, I think you might be onto something.
Think about it, I go to Horizon,
I mess up and mention Lisbeth's name to Reinhard,
and then suddenly Lisbeth's at school giving you some cryptic threat,
and then you're in an accident.
No, that's not a coincidence.
Check your Twitter.
-Why? -Someone's trashing you online.
-What? -Mm-hmm.
"Tahira is a joke for expecting peeps to buy
the shit jacket she designed for the matrics."
"What a disaster."
Oh my gosh, it's one of the prefects.
They're literally the only ones who've seen the design so far.
Well, what are you going to do?
I don't know. Probably nothing, I guess.
Another safe option from you yet again.
Hey.
What's up?
How are you? How's… How's your family holding up?
Sad. I guess.
And you?
Do you think your family had something to do with the accident?
-What? -Was I the target?
Puleng, I'm sorry about your dad, but…
you're blaming the wrong people, yeah?
No.
No, KB, they did this.
And I can't believe that you're defending murderers right now.
Whoa, guys. Let's just calm down.
Actually, fuck that.
Why are you so focused on holding my parents accountable
for every fucked up thing that happens--
-Because they are! -Guys, calm down.
KB, are you so blind that you think your mom is innocent in all of this?
-She kidnapped Fiks. -She cleared her name.
No, she didn't. She blamed my mom, which is a fucking lie.
All of you guys, stop.
I see this now. You know, it's all starting to make sense.
You dated me so you can dig up some bullshit on my parents.
No, I loved you.
Doesn't even matter anymore.
And don't you ever talk to me about this shit ever again.
It's okay, guys. We'll figure this out by ourselves.
Tomorrow, let's go back to the modelling agency.
Okay, so, I've only got the venue so far.
Lex is organizing the sound, and then I think that's about it.
You need at least four DJs just to keep the vibe going, though.
-Bar, no doubt, access control… -Shit.
How am I going to afford all of that?
Hey, how soon do you guys need all of this by?
Like, ASAP.
Well, the bar is easy.
You just need to convince the manager,
and in terms of the DJ…
But you will have to pay something upfront.
Can you make all of that happen by this weekend?
I go to an art school, remember?
Oh, I could just kiss you right now, Lunga.
Thanks for the offer, Reece, but you're not really my type.
-Mmm, ouch. -Okay.
Uh, how about I cover one of your shifts in the future?
Now we're talking.
I have to run.
Thank you so, so, so much, Lunga.
You two spread the word in the meantime, okay?
-Sure. -Thanks for the help.
It's nothing.
So, I'm thinking of taking art classes,
but just as a hobby.
Is it because… of your biological father?
Uh, look, Fikile, I'm--
I'm-- I'm okay if you've been curious about him.
But, okay, be careful.
Uh, take things slowly.
Yeah.
So, how you doing, baby?
Wow, Fikile Bhele.
This is for you.
- You didn't have to. -Nonsense.
It's nothing.
Just an excuse to catch up.
How are the Khumalos doing, baby?
How else would they be doing after losing their father?
Life can be so unpredictable and dangerous.
Mm-mmm. Being at the wrong place
at the wrong time can actually get you killed.
It's so sad.
Mmm.
Puleng Khumalo.
She's still a student here.
Why was she not expelled after she tested positive in a drug test?
At the time, the school had an active anti-drug campaign.
Ms. Janet Nkosana was not due for maternity leave,
and yet she resigned.
Why?
She cited complications with her pregnancy.
And Mr. H. Ferreira, he worked here?
Yes.
-What did he teach? -Business studies.
Any extracurricular activities?
He headed up the anti-drug campaign.
-Anything else? -No.
Why are you really here?
I wouldn't be too concerned, Principal Daniels.
I'm just gathering information.
Well, maybe you should ask Mr. Ferreira these questions yourself.
My secretary will give you all his details.
And should you have any further questions,
you can email them to me.
What are you all doing out of class?
-Never mind, you know the rules.
The number you have dialed does not exist.
Miss Sisili?
Yes, sir.
There was a certain Mr. Ferreira who used to work here.
He taught business studies and, uh, was in charge of the anti-drug campaign.
Anything else he did?
I can ask the bursar for his file, if you'd like.
-That would help immensely. -Okay.
Thank you.
Sure this was the address of the modelling agency?
Positive.
So… So, what now?
-We try to go in. -Absolutely not!
-Damn it.
-Don't know if this'll work. Worth a try. -What are you doing, Puleng?
There was a girl the last time I was here. I think her name is Amy.
Amber. Maybe she might know something.
Uh, why don't we try CIPC to see HRA's company details?
That's… That's actually a great idea. By law, every company needs to be listed
on there so people can verify-- What am I doing? Guys,
I don't have time for this.
-I need to get to work. -Okay, wow.
So, HRA is legit, but the address listed here
doesn't match where we are now.
Instead, they're giving a parent company.
So… let's go there.
-Are we dropping me off? -With what petrol?
-I-- I don't have… -Okay, but--
I can give you taxi fare, Lunga. That's the best I can do.
-Uh-uh, don't be like that.
Look, dude, I've already had a shit day.
I need your help.
If it's got anything to do with my parents,
I don't want to fucking hear it, Fiks. I'm out. All right?
It has something to do with one of my parents.
My dad, the biological one.
Why me? Huh? Why not your sister and her little boyfriend?
They're busy.
With?
It's better if I don't say.
Please, KB?
Please.
Yes, Principal Daniels?
What's happening in Paarden Eiland this weekend?
Um, I don't know. A party, I think.
Do you have something to do with it?
No.
Reece…
Okay, fine. I'm going, but that's it.
Please don't revert to old habits.
You will not get a second chance.
Yes, ma'am.
Okay.
So, what now?
-Hi, um… -Hi.
I'm a bit lost.
Is there a company here called the Horizon Recruitment Agency?
Unfortunately not. Why don't you try the building next door?
Sure. Uh, but before I go, may I please use your bathroom?
-Sure, you're just gonna have to sign in. -Thank you.
Reception. Good day.
Yes.
Absolutely.
So, Reinhard visits this building every day at the same time.
So we need to come back tomorrow and break in.
O-Okay. Will Lunga come with us?
No. It's just you and me.
Just you and me. Okay.
Hmm…
Mm!
Why are you looking at me like that?
Come here.
Go to the back.
Whoa! Oh! Puleng, Puleng! Puleng, whoa.
This is-- This is a lot.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
Don't you?
Um…
Not-- Not-- Not-- Not really.
I mean, your-- your dad just died, Puleng.
Are you trying to have sex with me just to numb the pain?
Huh!
Are you being serious right now?
Uh-huh.
Look, Puleng, I'm just saying,
what happens if we cross this line and we don't… work out?
-Could we still be friends? -What, are you breaking up with me?
Um…
Reinhard's here. We should follow them.
Fine, let's go.
I told you. The applications are closed. There's nothing I can do.
Can I at least see Mr. Gabisa before the workshop?
I just really need to tell him something… about my work,
so I promise it won't take long.
Okay then, so why don't you tell me?
-Hi. -Where is this work of yours?
Do you have any images to show me?
Um…
Yeah, uh, about that.
I'm not an artist.
I'm…
I-I'm your daughter?
That sounded like I wasn't sure, but…
I am.
My mother is Thandeka Khumalo. Do you remember her?
Anthony, I just need you to sign this last page.
What're you doing here?
Do you guys know each other?
She knows my ex-husband very well.
Mrs. Morgan, I…
I'm sorry.
Are we starting with the presentation first?
Um, yeah.
Yeah. Um…
You should go. I have a workshop to run.
-At least let-- -Please.
Leave.
Let's get closer on foot.
Pretend to be one of them.
Uh, I don't know, Puleng, it seems a bit…
A bit what?
-What are you doing here? -Hi, sir. Is this the Debroux Wine Farm?
No.
Are you sure? Because--
-This isn't the place you're looking for. -Thank you, sir. Uh…
-We'll try the next farm. -Mmm.
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
Damn. We're so close.
-What do you think is happening in there? -A party?
With Reinhard and that guy? I don't think so.
Wait, wait. Amber just texted me. She wants to meet up right now.
I'm not sure how far Little Lady will take us.
But-- But, yeah, we can go. Definitely.
-Okay, so what's happening?
Someone's looking happy.
You know, I've actually had a good day.
I guess this is the time to tell you that I was behind that first tweet.
I just wanted to help, and clearly it worked.
People will think twice before messing with you.
So, what are you going to wear to Reece's party?
-I don't think I'm going to go. -Of course you are.
We are going together.
People need to see you live a little.
Ms. Kahn?
-Mm. I'll text you. -Cool.
I'm Harold Grootboom. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Without going into too much detail, I'm investigating
a few things at this school.
I'm looking over the Matric Dance Committee's bank statements,
and something seems to be off.
That wasn't my department, sir.
I know, but perhaps you can help.
You see, a rather large sum was withdrawn from the account.
And, um, there was no record of it being a mistake or negligence, so…
I'm-- I'm sorry.
Are you implying that someone stole the money and lied to the committee?
Yes.
Could have been Principal Daniels,
or Mr. Ferreira, or even one of the students.
Someone needs to be brought to book. Wouldn't you agree?
Of course, I do.
But what does this have to do with me, sir?
You used to be the head girl, right?
You know how this place works.
If you are successful,
perhaps I can convince the board
to give you your position back as head girl.
Look, there she is.
-Sorry, the traffic was hectic. -Oh, no problem.
-Here's a chair. -Thanks.
Hey, can I get your order now?
-Um, tap water, please. -I'll have the same.
Can I please get a double cappuccino with oat milk? Takeaway.
So, um, tell us what you know about the Horizon Recruitment Agency.
Um, I applied, got through,
and then I was told there'd be some kind of training at a farm.
Where?
Um, I don't know. I didn't go.
Why?
Well, my friend went.
She kept me updated,
but once she got to Dubai, I never heard from her again.
No one in her family has been able to reach her,
so that's why I didn't go.
Do you know anyone else who applied and then just disappeared?
Not personally, but-- Thanks.
I spent hours on Twitter one day, and--
and I found others.
Sorry.
I think there's a trafficking syndicate happening right under our noses, Wade.
That modeling agency is the front.
Lisbeth and Reinhard are involved in all of this.
-This must be Point of Grace 2.0. -Okay, so we have all the pieces.
We just have to try and put it together somehow.
But how?
KB.
-KB, don't hang up. What do you want, Puleng?
I'm sorry, KB, but it looks like we might be right about your parents.
We think there's a trafficking syndicate still operating.
Come on, Puleng.
KB, we found someone else who's been digging.
-Go on. -Not over the phone.
Meet us at Reece's party.
Okay, let's get to work.
So, bar's going to be here,
drinks will be there, DJ will be there, and…
We can start by moving all of this. Let's go, come on!
Move it a bit to the left.
No, that looks shit. To the right, please.
I'm sorry, back to the left.
Fuck me!
You need some help? You good? My arms are all yours.
I'm good.
I mean, I-- Can I help you carry?
What?
Hey, what's up?
My boss.
What?
He wants 15% of what you already owe him.
-Excuse me, what? -Yeah.
I'll have to throw another party for that.
Um, what's his number? I'll talk to him.
Hey, there's a reason I've kept you away from him.
You're not getting hurt. Not on my watch.
-Look.
Focus on getting as many bodies into this room, okay?
And I'll do my best to get him down to 13%.
It's not much, but it's something.
Thanks.
All right.
Yeah.
Are you thirsty?
No, I'm-- I'm fine.
-Puleng, earlier, I-- -Uh…
Wade, can we just shelve that for now?
Let's find KB first.
Yeah, let'find KB.
-I'm heading out. -Oh, Karabo, wait, wait, wait.
Please help me with this thing. It's, um, frozen or something.
Please.
Do you really have to have all these things open?
That's why it's freezing.
Fix it, please.
-Hi, K.O.
I'm good, I'm good. Thank you.
Actually, he's sitting right next to me.
Hold on.
Yo.
Oh, shit.
Yeah, shout out, bro. Thank you. Uh…
Okay, yeah, I'll send something to you soon.
Yeah. Aweh.
Shot.
This is where you say, "Thank you, Mom. You're so amazing, Mom."
-How do you know K.O., Mom?
K.O. is an old friend of mine.
So you're telling me, he knows I exist?
He listens to my shit?
-That is insane, Ma.
Thank you.
What?!
-Oh! Okay.
And, uh, um…
I'm sorry for how I've been towards you ever since you came.
It's okay.
It's in the past.
Okay.
I'll see you later.
You still heading out?
Yeah.
Word of advice.
Tonight, you're fresh in K.O.'s mind.
In 24 hours, it might be a different story.
Spend the night, just adding some flames to your music.
-Yeah? -Okay, yeah, you have a point.
-Thank you, Mom. Yeah? -Okay.
Three of your best tequila shots, please.
Um, we were here first.
Don't worry. They're for you.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
-Yeah, Tahira, let's go. -Ta-quila!
What were you thinking?
Hey, I think I'm gonna bounce.
Why? Things are just getting lit.
Yeah, this whole thing is just not my scene.
I'm sorry, Leigh-Anne.
Where is KB?
I'm not supposed to be out during mourning period.
You should go, Puleng. I mean, your father just died.
-You're acting like nothing happen-- -I'm fine, Wade.
You know what? I need to use the bathroom.
Okay.
-Fiks? -Hmm?
-Do you want another drink? -No, I'm good.
I'll be back.
Wendy…
please call me back. I-- I-- I miss you so much.
Please.
I just really want to kiss you.
There you go. Everything is in there.
Damn, you're really good at this, yeah?
Thanks. I'll add it to my CV.
Nah, I mean it. Not a lot of people could have pulled this off.
You're very special.
Yo.
Cops. You have to go. Take the money, and I'll get it from you tomorrow.
-Reece, go!
Make sure nothing happens to Chris and Fiks, okay?
All right.
Listen up! This is a raid!
Put your hands up!
Anyone who tries to leave will be handed over to the police.
-Do you have weed on you? -Weed?
-Yeah. -Oh, shit!
-Not anymore. -Where's Reece?
I don't know.
It's just a raid, Wade.
-Happens all the time. -Puleng's in the bathroom.
-I need to go fetch her. -Just relax, okay?
-I'll be quick. -Wade!
-Sir, my friend is-- -Hands up!
Is this yours?
Definitely not, sir.