-[dramatic tune plays] -[tense music plays]
[Matilda in English] Gentlemen, we have a visitor.
Detective, you remember my sons?
Detective?
Sure.
[Detective] Do you know of anyone that might want your husband dead?
[Matilda] Well Detective, my husband
is like any other businessman.
For every Rand that he makes, there's
someone out there who feels that they should be making it.
So you're not aware of anyone specifically?
The list is very long.
For one thing, he is the Chief of the Nkosi Clan.
And that means that there are uncles and brothers
and half-brothers who
feel that they should be the Chief.
And uh, he's the CEO
of the largest coal mining company in South Africa.
Detective, my father's company got shortlisted as one of the
bidders to supply coal to Eskom.
It's very possible that other companies
on that shortlist, wanted to maximize their chances of
becoming winners by killing my father.
May I please use your bathroom?
-Yes, of course. -[Detective] Oh, don't worry,
I know where it is.
Down the hallway to the left,
next to the trophy cabinet.
[Matilda] Huh?…
[footsteps receding]
[Sandile in Zulu] How does he know where the toilet is?
[Khumbulani] Hmm.
[in English] I'm sure Oupa showed him to it.
[in Xhosa] When would he have shown him?
[Khumbulani in Zulu] That's not important, Ma.
[in English] What's important is what Muzi's wife said.
[Sandile in Zulu] No, no, no.
So you agree with him
there's someone here at home who's always wanted to kill dad?
[in English] There's business, and then there's personal business.
No, man. Who? Who?
Mangaliso.
Ma, he wouldn't dare.
‎[scoffs] Wouldn't he?
You do remember that
he was upset that you got awarded the smelter project?
And he had a huge fight with your dad.
Then got suspended and now
[in Xhosa] we can't find him anywhere. Or maybe--
[approaching footsteps]
[Detective in English] I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting.
[in Xhosa] Hey, Detective,
how do you know where the toilets are in my house?
[Detective in English] I've been here before.
We were responding to a homicide here 20 years ago.
The victim was the first wife of Chief Nkosi.
[Khumbulani] Woah, woah! You mean suicide?
[Detective] Let's focus on your case.
So I would need a list
of those who you feel may bear a grudge with you.
Does that include family?
Especially family members.
[Matilda] Well,
[in Xhosa] we can start with the king's son,
[in English] Mangaliso.
[tense music playing]
You're still here?
Oh, I'm not leaving. [snickers]
[Muzi] I don't have the time,
or the energy for this.
-Hmm. -[Muzi] You think I'm stupid?
You were making moves on Sandile when you thought he was
the king-in-waiting.
And now that the tables are turned, you're groveling back to my feet.
You know, I never thought you had it in you.
What are you talking about?
[Donald] I want to see that smug smile wiped off
-Nkosi's face -Give me that!
when a bullet -rips his guts open.
‎Look,
it's not what you think.
[Dimakatso] Oh.[exhales]
Well, just a recording of you and that Donald guy plotting to kill him.
What else is there to think?
It's your phone after all.
But, I did take a few recordings
and stored them somewhere just in case.
[chuckles]
So if I do something against you,
the police will suddenly have the recording.
Ah-hah. You took the words right out of my mouth.
[in Slang] Sharp.
[footsteps receding]
[tense music swells]
[tense music ends]
[Khumbulani in English] Detective?
-Yes? -Umm…
I just wanted to find out
about the suicide that happened 20 years ago.
Why do you need me to tell you about a case that occurred in your home?
‎[scoffs] It's not like I was around.
I haven't lived long enough for me to know everything that happened
within my family. And nobody ever talks about it.
Such things are not easy to talk about.
Yeah.
Are you sure it wasn't a suicide?
If the person that committed the homicide
is still inside this house…
Doesn't it feel strange
that the only suspect is the son's victim?
[grunts]
[upbeat music plays]
‎[door closses]
[music stops abruptly]
[exhales] Dude, you gave me a fright.
How did you get in here?
Sorry, I didn't mean to. Well,
your door was opened.
You look like you haven't slept.
Yeah.
Umm, let me make you a coffee.
Thanks.
[tense music plays]
[knock on door]
[Sandile] You…
wanted to see me?
[exhales]
What have you got to say for yourself?
-About? -Don't you play me for a fool.
I know you're sleeping with my wife.
Uncle Muzi,
I swear to you, your wife came onto me.
The only reason
I have not dealt with you severely
is out of respect for my friend, your father.
If I break you, I'll break him.
And I cannot do that to a man that I've…
gotten so much from.
[Sandile] I appreciate that.
Doesn't mean I cannot punish you in other ways.
-What do you mean? -I am reversing your smelter project win.
No, you can't do that.
Yes, I can!
As acting CEO,
with the approval of the board, I can.
I've asked that a board meeting be convened,
where I intend to convince the board to reverse the decision.
So you're gonna give it to Mangaliso?
-He's wanted by the cops. -Wanted by the cops is different
from being wanted for questioning.
And if you believe
what your mother said to you,
that Mangaliso tried to kill your father.
Then you truly do not deserve being project manager.
[Fezeka] So, I'm sure you've heard the news by now.
Who hasn't? [sighs] It's all over the news.
Have you seen him?
He's in a coma, but,
mom says he'll pull through.
Let's sit.
Yeah well…
I'm sure he will.
That man is tough, I'll give him that.
So the cops wanna question you?
[scoffs] Of course.
Have you and the others been questioned yet?
Well mom has, and my brothers.
Well, I'm pretty sure they didn't waste time pointing
the accusing fingers at me.
You should speak to Muzi.
And what good will that do me?
Well, firstly he's a lawyer,
and secondly I think he's a good guy.
Yeah, I'm not so sure about that.
Well, you can't be in hiding any longer,
otherwise they'll think you actually have something to hide.
Something-- What are you saying?
Nobody believed me when I told them Sandile stole my proposal.
Now why the hell would anyone believe that
I had nothing to do with trying to kill my own father?
Well if it's the truth, then they will.
If?
-Well it is, Fezeka. -[sighs]
I don't know, if it means me going with you to Muzi
to help sort things out, then I will.
But we have to.
Thanks.
[knock on door]
-Hey, Mangaliso. -[tuts]
[sighs loudly] Are you okay?
Ah, I'm well.
It's just pops that I'm worried about.
[Matilda] As if you care.
[in Xhosa] You…
[in English] What is this I hear about you convening a board meeting?
You've been acting CEO for hardly a minute,
and you're already throwing your weight around.
[Sandile in Zulu] You know,
he wants to give the project to him.
-[Matilda in English] I beg your pardon? -[Muzi sighs]
What happened to continuity?
Sandile has behaved in ways that are unbecoming
of a project manager.
[Matilda] Why? Because he slept with your wife?
How dare you?!
And now you're punishing him because of your shortcomings.
I can assure you that that has nothing to do with this.
Oh please, who are you trying to kid?
[Sandile ] And what makes him better than me,
or more deserving?
[Muzi] And what makes you think I'm giving it to him?
[Matilda] Well, who are you giving it to?
Aluta.
-Wow. -I'm giving it to Aluta.
Wow, indeed.
That's a good call.
[Matilda] Don't you have an interrogation to attend?
[scoffs] You know I knew you were just pretending.
-I thought we are friends. -[Matilda] So did I.
Until you stole the project from my son and tried to kill my husband.
[scoffs] Believe whatever you want, Matilda.
Uncle, I'm gonna need a lawyer.
[Matilda chuckles]
-The evidence stacked up against me -[phone ringing]
will not give me a chance to win without a lawyer.
[Muzi] I'll be with you in a minute, excuse me.
Hello?
[ominous music playing]
What?
When did this happen?
[ominous music intensifies]
[indistinct chatter]
‎[Matilda in Xhosa] What is it?
[in English] Zeb is dead.
What?
[tense music playing]
[tense music continues playing]
-[in English] Hi. -[in Xhosa] I brought you tea.
[in Xhosa] You shouldn't have, my child.
You didn't eat the whole day.
[in English] You should at least have something.
Even if it's tea.
Yeah?
[in Xhosa] [chuckles] Thank you.
-Made it just the way you like it. -[in English] Yeah. [chuckles]
‎[sighs]
[birds chirping in background]
[in Xhosa] I don't want to have to sit on that mattress, you know?
I should be preparing for your father's funeral.
I understand that, but you have to go there,
[in English] just to show respect.
[in Xhosa] Don't worry,
everything will be okay.
[in English] I promise.
‎[sniffles]
‎[scoffs]
[in Xhosa] What is she doing here?
[angrily] What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Huh?
You're here to ridicule me. You came to gloat.
-You're happy. -[Aurora sighs]
[in English] Matilda,
[in Zulu] what do you think of me? I'm also grieving.
He's my brother-in-law.
My husband's brother.
-[in English] Half! Half brother. -It matters not, someone has died.
I've also lost someone, sis.
[Matilda in Xhosa] I see what you're doing, Aurora.
Your husband is happy now.
He thinks he's the one who will be in charge at Magenta Coal.
Or he'll be king.
[in English] You've got another thing coming!
[in Slang] My goodness.
[in Zulu] You know… Do you know the way I came running here?
Thinking of you Matilda, knowing that you are devastated,
because I know that if my man had passed on,
I would be going crazy now.
No, I was wrong, shame. You know, I was wrong.
You are sitting here thinking about properties,
-thinking about chieftaincy, -No, no, no!
-thinking about Inheritance. -No, no, no.
-Inheritance! Inheritance, woman... -Leave her alone, Ma.
-you're thinking about inheriting wealth. -[in Xhosa] Just let her be.
-All you're thinking about is inheritance! -[yells] Leave!
-[Aurora] Inheritance. Wow! -[Fezeka] No, no.
[Aurora] Wow! This girl is thinking about inheritance.
Hey you, let go off me!
-[Fezeka in English] Where's the security? -[Aurora] Security my foot!
[somber music plays]
[vehicle revving]
[Dimakatso in English] [sighs] I still don't get it.
Do I really need to be here?
Do you hear yourself speak sometimes?
The least you can do is to go in there and show that we're sympathetic, okay?
Now you go in there,
spend some time with the women on the mattress.
For God's sake, look at you!
Cover yourself.
[tense music plays]
[groans] Sandile! Are you insane?
Am I insane?
[in Zulu] Listen here,
I need your help. Are you listening?
[in English] Your husband is taking me off the smelter project,
so I need you to help me.
Sandile, why are you involving me in this?
-[yells] Cause it's your fucking fault! -My fault?
My fault?
[in Zulu] Look, I don't care who did what and when.
[in English] Muzi is already pissed as it is.
So count me out.
-Count you out? Count you out? -Yes.
[in Zulu] So this is what you're doing now, huh?
-You're leaving me all high and dry? -[scoffs]
You're done with me because your man is in charge now.
You're dumping me. You're going back to him?
[in English] Huh?
You're actually such a child.
‎[Sandile exclaims]
[dramatic music plays]
Mr. Nkosi,
we understand that you had altercations with your father,
and later on he was shot.
[Mangaliso] You have children, right?
Yes. So?
So, if you and one of your children had an altercation
or disagreement of some sort.
Would that be reason enough for them to kill you?
[Detective] Maybe not.
But my children don't stand to get millions if I die.
[in Zulu] What? What are you looking at?
[in English] So, you're saying if you were worth millions, they would?
Am I the one being questioned here?
At least have the decency to do it afterwards!
-I am mourning for heaven's sake! -It doesn't work like that.
A man has been killed and we need answers.
My father had many enemies.
-Huh. -I know, and this
is our way of shortening the list of suspects.
Did… did somebody put you up to this?
-Did Matilda put you up to this? -[Muzi] We're done here.
Listen Mboya,
you've asked your questions and you've gotten your answers.
Mrs. Nkosi wants you to find her husband's killers,
not harass her children.
-Please, you can leave now. -Not so fast.
I also have questions for you, Advocate.
[tense music playing]
‎[door knock]
I asked to be left alone.
‎-[somber music plays] ‎-[door opens]
‎[door closes]
[Ethel] Hey, Khumbulani, umm, you…
need to come downstairs, you've been here all morning.
‎[exhales]
I'm so sorry.
[sniffs] So how's Ma?
‎[in Slang] My goodness.
[clears throat]
[in English] She's trying.
But…
you need to go and be with her. You need to see her,
she needs you.
I know, but,
what good would I be to her in this state myself?
[sniffles] Hey, uh…
I've been meaning to ask you.
I found my place a bit messed up.
Were you looking for something?
No. It was not me, it was Oupa.
[sniffles] Oupa?
Yeah.
I found him looking for something,
then when I asked him, he gave me some excuse.
[somber music swells]
I'm really sorry.
‎[breathes heavily]
[Detective] How would you describe your relationship with Mr. Nkosi?
Zeb was my best friend. [tense music plays]
And where were you on the night of his shooting?
I was at home.
With my wife.
We spoke to his PA,
she says there was tension between you both recently.
We had some business disagreement.
What sort of business?
It was more personal than business.
[Detective] You care to elaborate?
No.
[tense music playing]
[in Zulu] Why did you not sit on the mattress?
Me?
Sit on the mattress with that thing?
Yeah, you have to do so, it's part of our culture.
Sit on the mattress so you can welcome those
who come in to pass their condolences.
[exhales sharply]
Baby, you know Zebedee has passed on, so I'm in charge now.
So if you don't sit on the mattress, you will compromise us.
Sit on the mattress to gain status.
That way, I'll have status too.
‎-Come on. Yes, go. ‎-[softly] Okay.
Just sit there, it's not a big deal. It will pass.
-Let's go. Yeah. -Okay.
-[in English] Yeah? -Let's talk…
[in Zulu] What? What's wrong?
[exhales sharply]
[in English] Firstly, you know you have my full support.
[in Zulu] You are the elder in the family,
[in English] and you should be the chief of the clan.
And you should be the head of Magenta Coal.
[in Zulu] Oh, it makes me happy
to know that I have your full support.
‎That's true.
But then again,
it seems that Muzi also wants the chair.
He's a drunk! He'll never get it.
His plan is to get the board to meet
and convince them to make him CEO full-time.
Why do I get a feeling that you are making this up, because they took you out
-of the smelter project? -No.
His wife told me.
Oh, are you close to his wife?
‎[tuts]
[in English] I just wanna be put back as the head of the smelter project.
And I want Aluta to be my second-in-command.
[in Zulu] You know you have my vote,
[in English] you have my support for CEO.
[in Zulu] You are to make sure that the board members are on your side.
All the board members are on their way now
to bid their final farewells to my father.
[indistinct chatter]
[in English] Yeah?
[dramatic music playing]
I told you I didn't want to come here.
[whispering] Shut it.
You came here for one purpose and one purpose only,
to show your respect.
Oh. Sandile wants me to beg you to reinstate him.
Oh, that's never gonna happen.
So what are you gonna do with him?
His father is dead, and I'm gonna deal with him
in any way that I want to.
[exhales heavily] You do realise that if you touch him,
-Matilda will also come for you. -Let her come.
In fact, let them all come.
I'm tired of playing nice.
You'll go up there
and spend some time with the women on the mattress,
and be respectful.
Okay?
[whispers] Okay?
[sighs]
‎[exhales sharply]
‎[dramatic music fades]
[tense music playing]
A word, please.
I understand that you and your brother didn't see eye to eye.
It's not a secret.
So you have a lot to gain by his removal?
I didn't kill him.
Oh, that wasn't my question.
But that's the answer you were looking for.
[sighs]
-What about your wife? -What about my wife?
I'm told that she appears more aggrieved than you who was passed over as chief.
Are you saying my wife has something to do with the
killing of my brother?
Tell me.
‎[sighs]
Are you okay?
[in Zulu] I don't know.
[in English] I'm sorry about all of this.
It's not your fault.
[in Zulu] I let them use me.
Me too.
I let my mother use me.
[in English] So who's going to take over now?
‎[grunts]
[in Zulu] It's going to be between your father and Muzi.
[in English] But I'm rooting for your dad.
‎Umm…
[in Zulu] Are you not angry that
Uncle Muzi replaced you with me?
I am angry.
I am really angry.
But I'm angry at him not you.
Let's just hope that he will not become CEO.
[in English] He is a good man, though.
Are you in favour of Muzi?
Sandile,
the truth is…
Uncle Muzi is better qualified.
‎[scoffs]
[in Zulu] He knows how to run a business.
And under him, everyone will enjoy the benefits,
[in English] not a few privileged.
You wanna give the company to an outsider?
‎How?
[in Zulu] Is that what's important to you
rather than the survival of the company?
Sandile, I really love my dad,
but I know he can't even run a tuck shop.
‎[tense music playing]
Please leave.
[exclaims]
‎I'm sorry…
‎if I'm annoying you.
[in English] I'm sorry if I upset you.
‎[tense music continues playing]
‎[footsteps feeding out]
‎[indistinct chatters]
‎[birds chirping]
‎[pensive music playing]
‎[inhales] Thank you.
‎[birds chirping]
‎[indistinct chatter]
‎[Matilda sighs deeply]
‎[sniffles]
[music stops abruptly]
I am so sorry.
‎-[sniffles] ‎-[Muzi] How are you coping?
[sighs] It's not easy.
‎[Matilda sniffles]
I know.
I'm sure he would've wanted it like this.
I mean, for us all to be strong.
‎[chuckles, sniffles]
You're right.
So um…
the police,
they also wanna question you.
Can't they see that I'm mourning?
[Muzi] I'm sure they can, but,
it doesn't stop them from wanting to do their job.
I should have known.
I should have known you would waste no time
in humiliating me.
No Matilda, this has
nothing to do with me wanting to humiliate you.
They questioned me as well.
Then why are you taking the smelter from my son?
‎[sighs]
This is neither the place
-nor the time. -This is as good a time as any!
Matilda, out of respect for my friend--
[Matilda] You have no idea the meaning of the word.
[Mangaliso yells] My father is dead!
I'll check that.
‎[scoffs]
[dramatic music playing]
My father…
is dead.
‎[panting]
Dead!
‎[panting]
‎[softly] My father is dead.
‎Why did she kill my father? ‎First it was my mother.
You wanna know who's next?
Me.
‎[panting] Me.
[yells] Matilda!
Matilda!
-Matilda! -Hey! Mangaliso, come, come,
‎Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Why do you hate me so much?[panting]
What did… what did I ever do to you?
‎[indistinct chatters]
‎-Who killed him? ‎-Let's go.
‎[softly] Let's go. Come on.
What did I ever do to you, Matilda?
‎Hey, Mangaliso.
[muffled sobbing]
‎[crying] I never ‎got to visit him.[panting]
‎[Mangaliso cries]
[somber music playing]
‎[Muzi] Easy.
‎[Matilda sighs]
[pensive music playing]
Hey, you.
Hey.
-Hey. -Hey.
Ma, I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Thank you, baby.
[in Xhosa] Don't worry about me, my baby.
[in English] Mangaliso is just another mess your father left for me to clean up.
I'll sort it out.
[Matilda in Xhosa] What is it, my child?
Sandile, what's eating you up?
[in Zulu] It's Muzi, Ma.
[in English] Muzi cannot become CEO.
No, he can't.
-That's your position. -Mm-hmm.
[in Zulu] He wants to force the board members to make him CEO.
‎[scoffs]
This position is even better off with Sibonile.
[in Xhosa] No, now you don't know what you're talking about.
[in English] No, you don't know what you're talking about.
Ma, what are we going to do?
Let me think about it.
Listen, that position is your birthright.
Nobody, but nobody
will take that from you.
[in Xhosa] Understand?
[in Zulu] Yes.
‎[in English] Alright.
[pensive music ends]
‎[intriguing music playing]
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, Ethel.
-Why are you rushing off? -No, this shouldn't have happened.
If your mother can find out, she's going to kill me.
Yes,
but if you keep it a secret
no one will have to know and you can keep your job.
Okay? Come on. What's wrong with you?
[exclaims]
Hey.
Ethel!
[tense music playing]
Mangaliso,
I didn't like what you did out there.
You went too far.
I understand your pain
and your anger.
But still,
you have to handle yourself like a man.
[phone rings]
-Hello. -Why haven't you been returning my calls?
[Muzi] Well, in case you haven't heard,
we're in mourning.
[tuts] I don't give a shit!
-Well, I do. -Listen, this is something we both want.
I didn't realize you were going to make a move so quickly.
Wait, I thought you did.
No, I was waiting for you to get the deed
then take him out.
If you didn't take him out, then who did?
‎[tense music fades]
[somber music playing]
[water gushing]
‎[breathes heavily]
‎[chuckles sadly]
‎[knock on door]
[shouting indistinctively]
-[grunts] -Sorry for the disturbance,
[in English] Ma. Chief Nkosi, your lawyer is here.
Argh.
‎[whimpers]
‎[sniffles]
‎[exhales]
[Mangaliso] Are you alright?
You know, Mangaliso,
I just don't know how to feel.
I mean, I really, really wish dad was here.
But at the same time, I feel like
I can finally be free.
I can be myself, I can be with Sophie freely.
‎[softly] I don't know.
[in Xhosa] And you?
[in English] How do you feel?
It's complicated on my side too.
I mean, I hated the man's guts.
I don't like what he did to me.
However, I feel like the person I should be angry at is your mother.
I hate the fact that he took her side and not mine.
But whatever that has happened, he's still my father.
He didn't deserve to die like that.
Gunned down on the streets like a dog?
I'm so sorry.
First it was your mom,
now it's dad.
Whatever… happened to my mother
is, is still a mystery that I am trying to unravel.
But what happened to pops,
it's an entirely different story.
What do you mean?
I think I may be able to figure out who's behind dad's death.
‎[suspenseful music playing]
-[Matilda] Mr. Mbele. -[Muzi] Mrs. Nkosi. Um,
I'm so sorry this couldn't wait.
It's about the will reading.
[sighs] It's gonna take place here tomorrow,
8:00 AM.
I thought I should inform you personally out of courtesy.
I do hope that this
unfortunate incident will
help us put the ugliness away.
So we can all move forward.
‎[suspenseful music continues]
That will depend on the contents of the will,
and if I still have a job at Magenta Coal.
Well, that remains to be seen.
Oh, I guess… I'll be seeing you indeed then.
Mrs. Nkosi!
‎[Muzi grunts]
‎[humming]
Khumbulani, you're going to get me fired.
Relax. Everyone is in the sitting room.
So we have time to do whatever we want.
Mmm-mm!
You know what happened between us was a mistake.
It wasn't supposed to happen.
I mean, what if your mom finds out?
You can't tell me you don't like this.
‎[giggles]
‎[coyly ] I do.
But you know when you are with… other people
you act like you don't know me and then
when we're together we're fine.
‎[Fezeka exclaims]
[Fezeka] So what exactly happened between the two of you?
[Khumbulani] What is it to you?
[raises voice] Khumbulani, the help?
You're screwing the help?
-Wait till mom finds out about this. -Oh, no.
Ms. Fezeka it's not what you think, it's just--
‎[Khumbulani] Would you relax, Ethel?
Nobody's telling mom about anything.
Nobody.
Yeah, I'd also take my things.
Who knows how much longer you're gonna be around for?
Dude, the help?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
‎[sighs loudly] Fuck
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[Mangaliso] Hi, Mboya.
I think I may have something you wanna look into.
I had a good listening into
-Muzi's conversation on the phone. -[Mboya] Muzi? The lawyer?
[Mangaliso] Yes, him.
I heard him speak about taking someone out.
And I suspect they were talking about my father.
How do you know that?
[Mangaliso] I heard it all.
He thought I was drunk and passed out.
But I had a good listening
into the conversation and I'm telling you,
he was talking to a man named Donald.
Alright. And the only Donald I know is Donald Makabela.
Who my dad acquired a mine from.
I see.
So what's the next step?
‎[inhales deeply]
The next step is to pay your father's lawyer a visit.
[Mangaliso] Right.
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‎Subtitle translation by: Percy Smith