[prison warder] Gumede?
[Gumede] Yes, I'm here, officer!
-[prison warder] Mogoeng? -[Mogoeng]Yes?
[prison warder] Tladi?
[Tladi] Yeah, I'm still here.
[prison warder] Marumo?
[warder raises voice] Marumo?
[tense music playing]
[Marumo] Yes.
[prison warder shouts] Lights out!
[man] Tladi.
[grunting]
[muffled screaming]
-[coughs] -[tense music playing]
[gasping]
Help. [gasping, coughs]
[yells with difficulty] Help!
[gasping]
[dramatic music playing]
[theme music playing]
[high pitched screaming]
[gunshots]
[theme music ends]
[machine beeping]
[male voice] His status?
[woman] Multiple stabs to the abdomen. And doctor, he has lost a lot of blood.
-[machine beeping] -[female automated voice]
[mobile phone ringing]
-[in Pede] It is done. -[phone beeps off]
[eerie music playing]
[groans]
[sniffs]
-[eerie whispering] -[demonic growling]
[in Tswana] Don't do this to me, please.
[eerie growling]
[bathroom door clicks open]
[sloshing water]
-[splashing] -[demonic growling]
[Mo] Please, don't do this to me.
Boss, are you sure that this place is safe?
As long as we keep this between the three of us, we should be fine.
[sighs] I still think Veronica is right.
According to the surveillance cameras on the street,
I'd say Steenkamp was with him in the car at the same time the fire started.
This would never have happened if my brother was still around.
Boss?
-First, they kill my father. -[tense music playing]
And now they think they can go for my son and nothing will happen.
You say whatever you need done, boss.
Send a message, Leon.
-First, find the guy who killed my father. -[tense music playing]
Boss, you want us to do a clean-up?
You know…
Simon Masire might be dead…
but the Masires still run the city.
Make sure you remind everybody.
[tense music continues]
[party noises]
-[gunshots] -[in Tswana] Everybody out! Go!
[people clamoring]
Brother, I'm looking for Gideon.
Hey, can't you see we're still speaking here?
Piss off.
Get out. Get out.
I'm looking for Gideon, bro.
[bartender] I don't know who that person is.
-Are you sure? -[bartender panting]
[yelling] I said I want Gideon! Gideon!
Where is he?
Please, please don't shoot. Don't shoot, bro.
-Uncle. -Take him.
[bottles crash]
Who put out a hit on Mr. Masire?
I don't know.
You don't know? Talk, man!
I hear people say--
What are they saying?
[panting] They said there were two people here,
who spoke of a job they did.
Did they say whose job it was?
They didn't say anything.
What else, man?
-[punch] -Speak and don't waste my time!
[grunts] Ah! Now I remember.
[panting] I remember one of them said
if they got paid so much for murdering the father,
Eh…
then imagine how much they could make for both brothers. They could be rich.
Hey man, I want names.
I don't know the names.
[screaming]
-I want the names! -[screaming] I don't know.
-Hey, man! Are you lying to me? -No, man.
-I wouldn't lie to you, bro. -What do you know then?
All I know is that one of them drives a GTI.
Mm-hmm?
-Yeah. -Is that all?
Yeah.
All right look, you don't know their names?
-Yeah. -But you know where I can find them?
Yeah. Yes, bro.
Yes. Don't kill me, I've got kids and a wife. I'm the breadwinner, bro.
-I don't care about that. -[Gideon panting]
Let's go, gents.
Fuck.
[dramatic music playing]
[gunshots]
[tense music playing]
[sighs, exhales loudly]
-[mobile phone ringing] -[exhales loudly]
What is it?
Son of a bitch. I'm on my way.
[car engine ignites]
[dramatic music playing]
[gunshots]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[in Zulu] Hey! Get out, get out!
-Get out, get out! -Okay okay, relax.
Get out, get out!
-Okay. -Get out.
[tense music playing]
-Do you know who you're fucking with? -I don't care.
Who the fuck are you?
Detective, I was sent by your boss.
I'm not talking about the one in law enforcement.
[chuckles]
Listen here, woman, I don't have a boss.
I think we both know that is not true.
Why would he send you? He's never needed an intermediary to get through to me.
Take it up with him at the next family gathering. There's a lot of pressure.
He needs to keep a distance and will communicate his orders through me.
[laughing] That's bullshit.
[phone keypad clicking]
[male voice yelling] How dare you call me directly!
Communicate only through the correct channels. Never call me here again.
All good then?
The boss feels you are failing, detective.
Listen, there's a lot of parts moving in this thing. Shit, you know nothing about!
I'm not here for excuses, detective. Where are we on the gold?
We haven't located it yet, but we're getting close.
I have a witness who's willing to give up the Masires
and even give up their location.
You mean the same guy who was stabbed several times under your watch?
How's he gonna to talk when he's in a fucking coma?
[woman] Hmm?
The gold!
-Like I said, -[tense music continues]
it hasn't been located, we are getting close.
We still believe the Steenkamps have something to do
with what happened on that day. So, just a bit of time and we'll get there.
-And Simon Masire? [huffs] -What about Simon?
You know, for someone who's considered to have a lot of information
about the city, you don't know much, do you?
Are you fucking done?
-Phumzi? -What about her?
New information has come to light. You might want to look at it.
[tense music crescendos]
[door slams shut]
[car engine starts]
-Yeah. -[tense music playing]
-Hey! Put it down. Come on! -[traffic noises]
[tense music playing]
[door opens]
[traffic noises in distance]
What do you want from me?
Still ever so beautiful.
Even at a time…
-[dramatic music plays] -when you ought to be afraid.
-You're not answering my question, Aliko. -[tense music playing]
You stabbed me and my entire family in the back…
and you ask what I want?
I didn't stab anyone in the back.
You're right.
It was part of your cover.
Lure me into bed, and then have me arrested.
You know, it's amazing,
what a woman can accomplish… with that which she has between her thighs.
And you… and you even go as far as conceiving.
Now that is what I call dedication. Hmm?
You're right.
Enough of this small talk.
One thing…
tell me why,
I shouldn't end you right here, right now.
[Aliko] Hmm?
All right then.
Wait, wait. Wait. I know where you can get gold worth 500 million rand.
How the hell did we allow this to happen?
Well, Simon's had the Jo'burg police
on his payroll for years now. We all know that.
Exactly, Simon, not Mo.
Simon could still be alive.
-You really think so? -[mobile phone ringing]
Yeah.
Fine, but something isn't adding up over here.
I mean, Mo doesn't strike me as the type, you know,
to kill off one of his own, just because he's a loose end.
But also, if he did order the hit,
it makes me wonder that the same thing that happened to Sam Masire
-might have happened to Simon. -Hmm.
[tools clatter]
Doctor?
Well, he's still critical, but stable for time being.
What are his chances?
It's still early to say.
Well, this man is an eyewitness to
a very high-profile criminal investigation, doctor.
We need him alive.
I understand, but there's only so much we can do.
It's up to him now.
We need policemen to man that door twenty four seven
And only authorized people are allowed in here.
Is it necessary?
[mobile phone ringing]
Yes, it is necessary. You see, once news gets out that he's still alive,
the same people that did this to him, will come back and finish him off.
-You okay there? -[tense music playing]
Hey.
You good?
Yeah, I'm fine. I just want this whole thing to be over and done with.
I hear you on that. So, I did some digging, by the way, on Danny Steenkamp.
-Yeah. -And I found out that he was released
as chairman of the board from Glow Minerals
about six months ago. And apparently it wasn't very pretty.
And if you ask me, I think he's at the center of all of this.
[scoffs]
Victor?
Where's your head? What's going on?
Nothing, I need to go.
-To where? -To the station.
-[tense music playing] -Jab, nice. Jab, jab. Double jab right.
Double jab right. Guards up all the time. Keep your guard up! That's it.
-Nice. -[Keneilwe grunting]
[laughing]
[Keneilwe panting]
[in Tswana] The way you're working out, it's like you haven't had some in a while.
Sexual starvation has got the better of you, hey.
-You're talking nonsense. -[Keneilwe] Now tell me,
have you been getting some action?
[gloves ruffling]
[young Veronica crying]
I know what you need.
[crying]
Vee, come on--
Keep your guard up!
-Vee? -[sad music playing]
♪ And I'll not see you soon ♪
♪ I've been waiting, day's been blue… ♪
[crying, wailing]
You're making a noise.
♪ Giving all to you ♪
♪ Wish I could fly, ♪
♪ Give it all to you ♪
♪ See you soon ♪
♪ Oh oh oh! ♪
♪ See you soon ♪
[upbeat music playing]
Thank you.
[indistinct chattering in the background]
[keypad clicking]
What?
What was that?
-I'm not dating anyone. -[Keneilwe huffs]
You know what I mean, Vee.
You get hectic sometimes. You go to a place where I can't reach you.
[in Tswana] Let's stop talking about me.
[in English] What about you?
What about me?
Seeing anyone?
[sighing] Yeah. Well, sort of.
What?
Lester Khuzwayo. Keneilwe.
What? I mean, how did you even, like…
Who told you?
Dude you've been texting this guy everyday.
I have laser vision.
[Keneilwe sniffles]
Do you love him?
I don't know. I don't know.
Word of advice, K.
Don't let Mo find out before you tell him.
Vero, what do you mean?
[in Tswana] He's been dealing with your secrets.
Is there something you're not telling me?
No, Vee, talk to me. Tell me. What is it?
I think Lester has something to do with Simon's disappearance.
[Mo] Look at me.
Were you part of the team behind the hit on my father, Sam Masire?
Fuck you!
[grunting]
[muffled screaming]
[blows, panting]
[panting]
[sobbing] It was me, but I didn't shoot him. I didn't.
That's not the question I asked you.
Who paid you to do it?
Drown him.
[muffled indistinct conversation]
I don't know him. I don't know his name.
I only know his number.
The phone is in my pocket.
[sobbing] I don't know him, boss. I don't.
I only have his South African number. [panting]
He calls, then we do the job and he pays us. We only do the job.
Are we good? Are we?
[hitman] Are we good?
One more thing…
I have a stone in my shoe.
'Cos you see, um…
Sam Masire was my father.
I have one more question for you.
Before you shot my father down like a little dog…
what did he say?
[hitman sniffling]
Did he scream?
Did he ask for his children's names? What did he do?
[sobbing] We were just doing our job.
We were just doing our job, boss.
So shooting my father was only a job for you?
It was just a job. Just a job.
[hitman panting]
[big exhale]
[tense music crescendos]
[gunshot]
♪ Down by the water we sail ♪
♪ Chasing the roof top ♪
Why don't you smile girl…
♪ Dream of a world above that top ♪
[car door bangs shut]
[tense music playing]
[door closes]
Oh, hey.
-Hey. -[pensive music playing]
Um…
-About the other night, I-- -It was a mistake.
Yeah. Right.
Yeah.
We got emotional. We drank too much. It didn't mean anything.
It meant nothing?
You're married, Mo.
And my husband is still missing.
Yeah, I know.
What I'm trying to say is that I…
I care about you.
[scoffs]
Let's not do that. Just find my husband.
-Right. -[pensive music continues]
[in Afrikaans] Frikkie, look at this, man, it's loose. Tighten it up.
-Yes, Sir, I'll fix it. -[Lester clears throat]
Hold this.
Khuzwayo.
Hey asshole, don't call me by my last name like it's the Verwoerd era, okay.
I'm glad you could make it.
Come, let's take a walk.
No, let's talk right here.
Hmm?
Your associate is beating around the bush. Personally, I hate foreplay.
So, let me address the elephant in the room here.
If the Masires don't deliver the gold to me within 24 hours,
I'm going to be forced to make a decision I haven't made in many years.
-But we know what's at stake, right? -Do you?
So talk.
[dramatic music playing]
[horse neighing]
What if I told you that we can get the gold,
cancel the deal with the Masires, and you deal with us?
What makes you think you can make that happen?
Mo's weak. The city has no leadership right now.
-[horse neighing] -[muffled gunshots]
[tense music playing]
Those are big boots.
You think you can fill that position?
Let's just say my brother and I have decided that the era of the Masires
running this fucking city… has come to an end.
[running footsteps approaching]
[man panting] The horses…
What about the fucking horses, man?
They shot the fucking horses. [panting]
-Dad. Flash, Bold, Gilante-- -Okay, okay.
Show me, show me. Let's go.
You deal with him, or I'll deal with you.
Come, show me.
Come, come, come, let's go.
The boers, my brothers.
Come on, run!
[tense music playing]
Follow me, white boy.
[bell dings]
[indistinct eerie whispering voices]
[eerie whispering continues]
[suspenseful music playing]
[eerie growling]
-[eerie growling] -[eerie whispering continues]
-[suspenseful music continues]
Blood! [growling]
[yelling] Blood is all I want.
You've already taken my father.
I took him because,
-you failed to offer me what I wanted. -[growling]
I want my sacrifice, Masire.
It's you or your child.
[muffled screaming]
[eerie whispering continues]
[panting]
Boss?
Yeah.
I've taken care of the problem.
[groans]
What problem?
Steenkamp.
Leon, what about my wife?
What about her?
I still can't get hold of her.
Okay, I'll look into it.
I also have some bad news.
It's Thuso… he's still alive.
-Yeah, okay. -[eerie whispering in background]
Don't worry, I'll finish the job.
[eerie whispering continues]
The American, we got his location too.
Just waiting for you to tell me how to proceed.
[eerie whispering continues]
[Mo groans, thuds]
Boss!
[dramatic music playing]
[alarm blares]
[dramatic music continues]
Basia, what's going on? Are you following me?
I thought you said you're going to the office.
Why the hell are you following me?
Because you've been acting off lately.
[whispers firmly] So what's up?
Phumzi Masire. Also known as Sonia Themba with the Special Ops.
She's been undercover ever since Mogomotsi got released from prison.
[Gail chuckles]
You've got to be shitting me. How didn't we know about this?
It's exactly what I'm trying to find out.
Do you think she knows what happened to Simon?
It's possible. I mean, judging by the way things look here.
[exhales]
Mo probably found out who she really is.
Shit.
[mobile phone vibrating]
[phone keypad clicks]
I'm going to the airport now.
Yeah, it's done.
Magic Turner?
Who's asking?
A friend.
I'm sorry, I really don't do friends.
Perhaps, but we do share a common enemy.
Who might that be?
The Masires.
I have someone who wants to talk to you.
Someone who wants to see that family brought down for good.
I don't know why you assume I care about the Masires. I don't.
Whatever they do is their business. Okay?
No.
I think you might have a change of heart once you hear what we have to say.
[tense music playing]
[elevator dings]
[elevator music plays]
-[tense music continues] -Come on, Lanie, what's taking so long?
It's a process.
Well, process then.
-It's loading now. -[elevator dings]
-Shit! -What?
The call to your guy was made from the Johannesburg police station.
Are you sure?
The phone is still there.
Owner's information?
Nothing.
[tense music playing]
Run the trace to my phone… quick fast.
Let's be out.
[pensive music playing]
-Hey. -Phumzi?
It's Angela.
We need to find Phumzi.
I've been trying to call her, but she's not taking my calls.
And I need to speak to her.
Okay, take it easy. Take it easy.
What happened here?
You fainted. Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, uh… it's just that I haven't been sleeping very well…
but I'm fine.
You need to take better care of yourself, Mo.
Yeah.
We can't lose you.
No. Hey, look…
you're not going to lose me.
Let's go.
Hey! Wait bro, I'm also human. I've got rights.
Hey, let's move it.
Okay.
[Sting sniffs]
[grunts, hisses]
[sting grunts]
Five minutes.
Sure, boss. [clicks tongue]
[Mo sighs]
-Just rest. -Yeah.
-[Angela] Yeah. -[sighs deeply]
[suspenseful music playing]
[dramatic music plays]
-[eerie music plays] -[crickets chirping]
Wake up. Wake up!
What is it?
See. See.
Breaking news. We're coming to you live from Gaborone, Botswana,
where the body of controversial business man,
-and community leader, Simon Masire, -Oh my God, help me God.
has been discovered.
We are on scene, and waiting for the police…
What is going on?
[yelling] Tell me what's going on!
What's going on? Everybody knows the truth about Simon--
-Hold on. It's okay, it's okay. -[mobile phone vibrating]
-What's happening? -[phone ringing]
Keneilwe. Yeah.
Phumzi? Where are you, baby?
Is that how you greet a future business associate?
We meet again, brother.
Who's this? Where's Phumzi?
No, no, no. No need to panic.
She's safe here with me.
Does the name Aliko Bajo mean anything to you?
You son of a bitch.
Listen to me, if you lay a finger on her…
You will do nothing, as long as I have her with me,
you will do exactly as I ask.
Let me speak to Phumzi.
Phumzi.
This Phumzi you keep talking about. Don't you mean Sonia?
You don't remember who this is, do you?
I remember you.
I know exactly who you are. You're supposed to be dead.
Obviously not.
But your wife soon will be…
unless you give me exactly what I want.
[busy tone]
[footsteps approaching]
We're here.
[pensive music plays]
This is she.
[door creaks open]
[dramatic theme music playing]
[theme music plays]
[theme music ends]
[wistful music playing]
Subtitle translation by: Regina Njoku