Stick to the plan. Stick to the fuckin' plan!
Come on, let's go!
-Wade, Wade!
I've been worried sick about you.
Wade!
Please, Mummy.
Do you know how much trouble you're in at school?
I don't care, Mummy! Finding Puleng alive is the only thing that matters.
Excuse me! That's what the police are for.
They're useless. I can find her.
You might be putting Puleng in more danger with whatever it is you're doing.
I can't just sit around and do nothing, Mummy.
Puleng needs me. I need to go.
If you found something, let's tell the police.
We can't.
It's me or the police.
Someone on the police force is sabotaging the case.
We don't know who, though.
Fiks and I are working together by ourselves to try and find Puleng.
They don't know anything. We can't trust them, Mummy.
Please, Mummy. I need to go.
Hold on.
Mummy, please.
Hold on.
I'm here outside the Khumalo house.
We've just heard some devastating allegations
levelled against Matla and Lisbeth Molapo by Fikile Bhele.
Miss Bhele believes police are covering up her mother's kidnapping
and are involved in a human trafficking syndicate.
She's ruining everything. What's she doing?
What's going on?
Uh…
Miss Nkosana! Oh my gosh.
-Please, help me. -Calm down.
-Get me out of here, please! -Calm down.
-I just want to-- -Puleng!
Did he hurt you?
-Did he? -Janet.
Puleng, I need you to listen to me, okay?
-What're you whispering to her? -Nothing.
I'm just, uh, untying…
Let's go.
Puleng, I need you to-- to do everything that he says. You must do, okay?
Just do it.
Did you know what Fikile was going to do?
Uh-uh. What are you talking about?
Have you not seen the news?
No.
Fikile accused your mother and I of kidnapping Puleng.
On national television, son.
And where's Ma now?
On the phone, trying to keep this whole situation under control.
Karabo, we are innocent.
You need to believe me.
-Fuck.
Lunga, I think I found her. I think I found Puleng.
-I…
-What? -What?
Can-- Can we talk alone?
Mr. Daniels, we can arrest you for obstructing this investigation.
Wade. Come on, bro.
Fine.
I saw them moving Puleng to another location.
I put my phone in the truck that was carrying her.
This is the address I got before my battery died.
-Leave this to us. -We'll follow up on it.
No!
This is our lead, you should let us help.
How do you propose to do that?
We could tweet a number for people to call with information about Puleng.
They should be at school, not running around playing detective.
And you're supposed to be doing your job, detective!
And don't raise your voice at me!
Your hotline could complicate things.
Being a detective is tough enough as it is,
and corruption allegations always hit a nerve.
And all of this can jeopardize our case.
So what do you suggest we do in the meantime, hmm?
Hang tight. We'll update you as we go.
Lunga… do you know where we can get a new SIM card?
Now.
I do. I-- Yeah, yeah.
Whoa, Ma. What happens if the police find out we--
They are the least of my worries right now.
I think the two of you can go. We-- We'll manage.
-I'm staying. -Yeah. Me too.
Let's do it.
Hey you, look at me!
This child…
Boss, these photos are shit.
Just tell her to stop crying.
Puleng. Puleng, I'm begging you.
Is it true that girls that get kidnapped
never make it back to their families once they're sold?
Reinhard, um, can we do this when she's not so upset--
No, we can't.
There's a rush on the ID.
-But why? -Just take the fuckin' picture.
Sisi, everything is going to be fine. It's just…
I need you to cooperate for now.
Reinhard? Reinhard?
Can I take her to the bathroom so I can calm her down, please?
Puleng, let's go to the bathroom, sisi.
Don't stand there like a fucking dick.
Follow these fucking people.
Next.
I have been doing my job without putting anyone in any trouble.
-Surely, I've earned the right… -Okay.
…to find out if my son is okay.
Look, I know I am asking for a lot, okay?
But I just need to know if I will see Sam
once Puleng is dealt with.
I'm sorry to say this, but after all this time…
…what makes you think he's even still alive? Huh?
Ow.
What did Reinhard say?
Is he even telling you anything?
You know I can't answer that.
Come-- Come on!
Come on, open!
What the fuck is she doing?
-Puleng?
-What the fuck are you doing in there? -Puleng-- Stop it!
Puleng?
She must get out!
-Puleng, sisi-- Stop! Puleng! -Move, move! Move now!
-Get down from there. Hey! -No!
-Don't hurt her! No! -Let go of me!
Don't hurt her!
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
-Stop it!
Stop!
Keep her in check.
-Okay. -Don't touch me.
-Okay, sisi. -Don't touch me!
We have to go, Puleng.
Take him.
Copy that.
What side are you on?
Pick a side.
New orders.
Pack your bags. We move tomorrow.
-M-Me too? -All of us.
And you?
Take… the fucking picture.
Come.
Look into the camera.
Please…
Careful with that.
This won't take long.
I'm curious.
You two have been silent since Fikile's accusations.
-No defense? -None whatsoever.
We're discussing our options to sue for defamation.
We're well within our rights to do that. You know that?
If you both are found guilty, your next home is a jail cell.
What happens to your son?
-Don't answer that-- -We've got nothing to hide.
We've searched various locations that were provided by the witness
who saw Puleng being moved.
Yeah, we're good, Detective.
This is your chance to come clean.
I think this conversation is over.
Do you know what the worst is?
I really wanted to believe they were innocent.
Deep down, I knew something was off.
Yeah, I'm a fucking idiot, dude.
No, you're not.
Listen, there is nothing wrong
with wanting to believe the best in people, okay?
I also made that mistake.
How?
Um, with my mother.
She didn't do anything wrong, but she needed a little help.
Yeah, actually, where is your mom?
This is the first time I've ever been to your place.
Reece?
Where's your mom, dude?
She's in a psychiatric hospital.
She needs to live there and…
…it's quite expensive, so that's why I'm dealing.
Well, that's why I dealt.
I'm so sorry, dude.
-Why wouldn't you tell us about this? -You wouldn't understand.
Unlike you, Chris, and Fiks, life is different for me, KB.
Anyway, what are you going to do about your parents?
I mean, I should go to the police, but, you know, ratting them out like that…
At least you'd be doing something.
Right?
Yeah.
-Look, I'm here.
Okay?
-I mean it. -I know.
Me too.
I don't know, Reece.
Lunga is just-- He's just so cool, and he's actually into me.
Yes. We saw.
Whereas Wendy…
Wendy deserves the best of everything, and-- and I don't know,
sometimes it feels like maybe I don't deserve her, you know?
Because she's-- she's kind of perfect.
Why are you being weird?
-I'm not being weird. Am I being weird?
How am I being weird? I'm not weird, Reece.
It's just-- It's just dating, and it's tough.
What?
Tahira is Head Girl again.
Reece…
How are you Head Girl all of a sudden?
Oh, hi, Reece. I'm good, thanks. How are you?
Does it have anything to do with the person I spoke to yesterday?
-Why do you care? -Doesn't matter.
Of course it does.
-Tahira, what did you say? -Just shut up, Leigh-Anne.
Does it have anything to do with Grootboom or not?
It does.
Oh, okay. So if I didn't go, what were you going to tell him?
-Tahira, what were you going to tell him?
Nothing. Okay?
Okay, so you tricked me all for some stupid position.
Do you have any idea what you've done?
You fucking cunt.
Excuse me. I have done nothing wrong here. Okay?
All I've done was help uncover the truth. There's nothing wrong with that.
Okay, so you are perfectly fine with your friend's mom losing her job.
Isn't Wade supposed to be your friend?
It's not my fault that Daniels keeps protecting a well-known drug dealer.
There are other ways to make money, Reece.
Okay, and are those ways enough to pay for a woman living in a psych ward?
What the hell are you talking about?
My mom's in there. That's why I'm dealing, Tahira.
-I'm so sorry. I had no– -You know what? Just fuck you, Tahira.
What the fuck?!
Um, Tahira, hi.
When's the last time you spoke to Wendy?
Sorry, Chris, what?
-Wendy, when last did you communicate? -Oh, um…
Yeah, no, apparently,
she went away with her friend Cassidy on some mountain with really whack signal.
-Didn't she give you his number? -"His"?
-Yeah. -She-- She went away with a guy?
Chris…
-Is-- Is it a guy? -Even if it was a guy, can't say.
Why does everyone keep leaving?
-No school for you too? -No, I wanna help.
-What's our next move? -Uh, we're figuring that out now.
-Hey, Reece, what's up?
Well, Tahira is a puss, but otherwise I'm okay.
-Chris is here with me. -Hi, guys.
-What's our next step?
So, listen, we need to find that dude in the video.
KB, doesn't he work for your mom?
Yeah, but he'll recognize KB now.
Okay, look, I know how to find the guy, all right?
But I'm gonna need some help, and like he said, he might recognize me.
Yeah, well, I can't go.
Someone has to stay and help with the hotline.
Fuck it. I'm in.
I can't miss any more days of school. Sorry, guys.
Okay, that's-- that's fine. Tomorrow then?
Thank you so much. That way.
Hi!
May I help you?
Uh, yes, I hope you are doing well.
Um, listen, on Tuesday, I came around like three-ish,
and there was a guy who dropped this in the parking lot, um…
What exactly would you like me to do, miss?
Uh, well, I had to sign in, so I guess he had to.
If you can maybe just call him and just tell him?
I really feel bad walking around with all of this money.
Okay, let's see.
Hi, is this Anna?
-It was a male with tattoos. -Shh.
-Ah, all right.
That went to voicemail.
Um, let's try again.
Hi, is this Mr. Gabriel?
Did you perhaps drop something valuable outside the Oath offices?
Oh, you didn't.
-Um, tell him it's Puleng. -Just hang on one second.
-Pardon? -My name is Puleng. Please tell him.
What, lady? Do you want me to call my parents?
My name is Puleng. Just tell him that.
I have a Puleng here who has an envelope for you.
Okay, thanks.
Well…
Puleng,
he said that he'll be popping by to check, he'll be here in about ten minutes.
Great. Thank you! Thank you so much.
-Oh, snap. Be careful with my baby.
-Okay? Okay, leave it go. Yes. -Wade, your car is a piece of shit. Sorry.
It's him. He took the bait.
-What's his name? -Gabriel. Thanks for the money.
-Uh, Gabriel who? -I don't know! I'm not a mind reader.
You can go and check for yourself. He'll be here in ten minutes.
Uh… Oh! D-D-D-- No. Ten minutes? No.
Anyway, me and-- He saw me and Puleng last time, so I can't go in.
-That's why we sent you. -Thought that was because you're a pussy.
-No, dude, he's right.
Okay, no one is going to forget this whip.
-Yeah, that's true. Okay, let's go. -Okay. That's it.
-Come on, baby.
Here we go. There we go, guys.
-Let's go before he clocks us.
-I'm just trying to get…
-Here we go.
Sir? Hi. Do you have a second?
Sure.
Is there anything else I can do to help with your investigation?
Oh. Uh, thanks, Miss Kahn. I have everything I need.
You see, some students here have a similar background to me.
Parkhurst is a great opportunity to do well in life,
but if Principal Daniels is doing more harm than good,
-then shouldn't she be ex-- -Wait.
Principal Daniels?
Well, she's implicated in a crime.
What I mean to say is that she's implicated in a moral crime.
Perhaps "crime" is a strong word,
but if she isn't serving the students, surely she doesn't have a place here.
What are you suggesting?
Let me testify in front of the board as a character witness.
Your case would be so much stronger with a student's perspective.
So? Do you have something?
Less petrol than what we had before.
I got a name.
Just a name?
Okay, um, KB, you're gonna have to go back home then.
No fucking ways. I'm not doing that.
Um, yes, because we need to know where Puleng's truck is going,
and the only person who'll know that is your mom.
Dude, come on!
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, the document in front of you
outlines the foundation of my investigation.
It also outlines the various criminal offenses that have been laid
against Miss van Rensburg as well as Principal Daniels.
It is my recommendation
that Miss van Rensburg be expelled with immediate effect,
and Principal Daniels be relieved of her duties immediately.
It is also my recommendation
that criminal charges be laid
against Principal Daniels and Mr. Hugo Ferreira.
But first, I'd like us to hear from our Head Girl, Miss Tahira Kahn,
who will be representing the student body
in terms of how they feel about Principal Daniels' leadership,
or, as in this case, lack thereof.
Miss Kahn.
Good morning.
As Mr. Grootboom has just mentioned,
I would like to present myself as a character witness of sorts.
However, I'm not here to disparage Principal Daniels or Reece van Rensburg,
as I believe that they should not be the subject of this hearing.
Mr. Harold Grootboom should be the one answering to you all today
for the egregious manner in which he had conducted this investigation.
He crossed a crucial line when he recruited a student,
which is prohibited if the student has no direct connection to the investigation.
He took advantage of that student,
manipulating them into furthering his agenda.
How can his investigation be credible if it wasn't conducted--
-Miss Kahn. -…with integrity?
You agreed to the offer. How is that not integrous?
If you had any principles, sir, this situation would never have occurred.
I would like to state for the record that I believe
that Reece van Rensburg and Principal Daniels
should not be the ones punished here.
-He should!
-Order.
Please, everyone. Order.
Thank you, Miss Kahn, for that rather colorful display.
And now, on to the disciplinary action against Nicole Daniels.
Excuse me, ma'am. Did you not hear what I just said?
I did. What of it?
So you're going to fire Principal Daniels
and expel a student based on whatever Mr. Grootboom says without question?
You may go, Miss Kahn.
Thank you.
If you could just state for the record,
what is your final recommendation?
As I said earlier,
I recommend that Miss van Rensburg be expelled immediately
and all legal due process to be followed.
No.
-No police or legalities. -Why?
We don't need it. It's enough to let Nicole Daniels go.
We'll deal with this riffraff of a student later.
But I don't understand.
What was the purpose of my investigation?
I'll make it simple so you do understand.
Mrs. Daniels isn't the right fit for Parkhurst.
And we needed a good reason to finally get her out.
For Puleng.
But I thought a-- a labor buyer was already in place.
Change of plans. New buyer paid more.
-No, but-- -But what?
You promised she wouldn't become a sex slave.
Let's get it done. Hurry up. Buyer wants the results in an hour.
Move. Move!
-Up, up, up, up, up!
Let's go, guys!
Hey! Whoa, whoa!
Up, up, up!
-Sir, please let us out, please! -Let us go.
Give it to Mommy.
Thank you.
Okay.
Constable told me that a certain number for Puleng
is all over social media.
Shut it down, Mrs. Khumalo.
-Leave this for the professionals. -Professionals?
The same professionals that couldn't protect Sam and his mom?
Again, where are you going with this, Miss Bhele?
Who knew where they were hiding, Detective Vaans?
-I don't have time for this. -He has the right to ask.
I knew, Peterson knew, and so did three other officers.
Well, who are they? One of them could be the leak.
-They're being investigated. -You're lying!
-There's something you're not telling-- -Wade!
My boy, you're on thin ice.
I'm doing everything I can to find Puleng. We all are.
Right now, I could be chasing a lead,
but I'm here wasting time because you all went against--
-Wow. -…my specific orders.
Every second counts, and you're all just wasting them.
I think I'm going to walk you out now, Detective.
You okay?
-I have to be at work, but I can stay. -No, no. Uh…
Lunga, like I said before, you can't just sit here and stare at me all day.
You go. I'll-- I'll update you if there's anything.
Mayfair?
Did you say Mayfair?
Copy.
Yeah?
Sir, could you please help me with a situation here?
My child's toy is under the bed, and…
It's quite far and I can't reach it.
Okay.
Puleng.
You were right, Puleng. You were right.
I'm gonna have to fight for Sam.
But you're gonna have to give that to me, Puleng.
-Please.
Please, give that to me. Give it to me, Puleng. Give it to me.
Come on. Okay.
We have to go.
Follow me.
-What is that?
Where are you two going?
Huh?
Um, I was… I need to prep Puleng,
especially now that Reinhard said we're all leaving.
With your baby, hmm?
Boss, I found them.
Come with me. Let's go.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Please forgive me for leaving.
I assumed the worst about you guys without thinking.
Your computer is gone. The police did a nonsense search
like they were searching up their asses.
What?
What did you want us to do?
You see, I told you.
He's just like you.
He's a hothead.
Yo, I'm out, guys. Ah, look what the cat dragged in.
-Hey. -Hey.
How are-- How are things with Puleng?
You know…
Uh, listen, what time do you get off?
Can I have a minute?
I'm actually off now, uh, but I should head home.
It's just, um…
Uh…
I want to talk about the other day.
It's fine.
Okay? I… I get it. Right, I shouldn't have tried to kiss you.
I mean, you're the one in the relationship, after all.
Uh, it's more than that.
Lunga, you confuse the fuck out of me.
Like, I don't know anyone else like you.
When you walk in, you demand the room.
And it's not just that. It's like, when--
when you look at me, you…
It's like you actually see me.
What do you want from me, Chris?
Stop.
Um…
-What? -I-- I can't do this.
-I need to go. -Wait, what--
Uh, I need to go.
Oh.
Maybe Matla's birthday? I…
Fuck!
Shit. Well, let's hope it's my birthday, then.
Okay.
Tell me something, Janet.
Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
-Hmm? -Uh-uh.
Anyone can see that the two of you are up to something.
You're gonna fucking pay for this.
Reinhard, please. Please, just let us go.
That's not gonna happen, and you shut the fuck up.
You… give me the baby.
My baby?
Give
me
the baby.
But, no, no, no, no--
-Give me the fucking baby, Janet! -No! No, Reinhard!
-Give me the baby! -Reinhard, no!
-I told you! Give it. -No! Ahh!
-That's-- Reinhard, don't do this! -I swear to God, I will.
-Don't make me fucking do it! -No!
Oh my God.
-Oh, shit.
Puleng… Puleng!
Puleng! Stop, Puleng! Okay, stop, Puleng!
Puleng! Stop.
-Oh.
Okay, now, Puleng. Okay.
-We're okay, it's okay. Okay.
-We need to go. -No, I need to go get the others.
No, Puleng, we need to go! Puleng!
Oh my God. Oh…
I'm going to Chris's. He needs my help.
What the fuck?
-What the hell is going on? -Sit down.
Sit, Karabo.
Listen here, young man. We are your parents.
-Lisbeth, what the hell are you doing? -We know you best. You can't scam us.
Why is there a gun in my son's face?
Would you still consider him your son if he went to the police?
You said he has no evidence.
Give me my phone.
Give me my phone, Karabo!
Shit.
We've been compromised.
If there's ever a time to leave, it would be now.
I'm not going anywhere, Ma.
Tie him up.
-Lisbeth, this is madness! -Essentials only. We leave by tonight.
Don't worry, Karabo. I'll sort this out.
-Fiks? -Have you heard from KB?
-I can't get hold of him. -He's gone quiet since his last message.
-Do you think he's okay? -I hope so.
But it can't hurt to make sure.
It's just not like him to go offline for so long.
Uh, let's-- let's meet outside his house.
-I'm already here. Just parking. -Just wait. I'm on my way.
-Have you seen KB's messages? -No.
Well, um, he sent a message to us, uh, between his mother and Gabriel,
and they were speaking about Mayfair.
I remember Detective Vaans was also talking about the Mayfair.
Okay, Wade, and? And?
What I'm saying is Detective Vaans knows something he's not sharing with us.
You realize how paranoid you sound?
You think he's sus, so you follow him to the police station?
What's your plan here?
Well, if I'm wrong, we'll find out soon enough.
No sign of the woman or the child. Be on the lookout.
Copy.
-Amber. -Puleng! What are you doing here?
Come on, guys, go. Come on, guys, come on, go.
Follow Puleng, quickly. Get out of here.
Run, quickly. Quickly, go!
Okay, let's go.
Fiks, what the fuck? Answer your phone.
I'm nearly at KB's. What the fuck is going on?
Wade, won't they recognize your car?
This is our only option.
Okay, we have to get inside.
Let's just-- let's climb the fence.
I'll smack you, Chuck Norris.
There's a whole guard here, Wade.
Look, look, look!
We're getting inside.
On their way.
There's been a breach.
Psst! Come!
We don't have a choice.
Okay… okay, go.
Hurry.
Hurry, guys.
-Go! -Yes.
Go, go!
What the fuck, KB? This is insane.
Sit the fuck down.
You won't get away with this.
When you leave, pretend I'm dead, Matla.
I'll do the same.
She's a child. Just find her.
If you're gonna kill us, at least tell where my mom is.
Give me the passports. I'll call--
-Please, I just– -She's dead!
What?
It's true, isn't it?
The car is here. Let's go.
You got a gun pointed at our son's head.
I would never hurt Karabo.
And stop being this superhero parent, because you're not.
You're a criminal, yeah?
You sell children off to be raped or worse,
so please, Matla, don't you dare!
You know what? This has the potential of getting out of hand.
I said, let's go.
-Get up. Come on, listen up. -I'm so sorry.
My own godparents killed my mom.
-No! Stop! You see now? -Chris!
You see now, Lisbeth?
Stop! Please just stop!
Puleng! Puleng!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Chris!
-Stop it!
Grab them, grab them!
Stop it!
-Stop it.
Let go of me!
Chris!
-Lisbeth, no!