-(telephone dial tone) -(clock ticking)
(wood creaking)
(ominous music)
(object clattering)
(Fish meowing)
(whispering) Oh, f*** Fish.
(wood creaking)
(ticking continues)
(Yola sighing)
(telephone dial tone stopping)
(dramatic music)
(leaves rustling)
(birds singing)
(wood creaking)
(tense music)
(water dripping)
(sighing) S***.
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(dramatic music)
(groaning) F***! S***.
-(tense music) -(Yola breathing deeply)
(Nel) Have you been scratched by a dog or a cat?
(Lindiwe) No.
(Nel) I'm going to put you on a course of antibiotics.
And you know the story.
Make sure to finish the course.
Thank you for helping me, Dr Nel.
No point in just spending the whole day at the clinic.
How's your asthma?
Let's listen.
-And breathe in. -(Lindiwe breathing in)
-And out. -(Lindiwe breathing out)
-And in. -(Lindiwe breathing in)
-And out. -(Lindiwe breathing out)
-(ambient sound fading) -And in.
-(Lindiwe breathing in) -And out.
-(Lindiwe breathing out) -(ambient sound returning)
-And in. -(Lindiwe breathing in)
-And out. -(Lindiwe breathing out)
-And in. -(Lindiwe breathing in)
(dramatic music)
-(bottles rattling) -(music stopping)
-(Charlton) The bar’s closed. -I want to ask you something.
Remember the night my dad and Lazarus Zita were here drinking?
Well, they came here quite often.
No, first Saturday of the month. Bernoldus was playing.
-Okay. -Well, he says they were arguing
and you might know what they were arguing about.
Look, Miss Fischer. That was like, that was their thing. They argued.
They would sit at the bar, get a bottle of brandy and argue
like an old, married couple.
Okay, well, can you remember anything they said?
Not really, no. I remember Lazarus, Lazarus was quite angry.
-(bottles rattling) -(Yola) My dad and Lazarus..?
-What? -(Yola) Was he angry at my dad?
-(Charlton) Eh, ja. -About what?
(exhaling) Something about a cove or a cave? I don't know.
They kept going in circles, threatening each other.
-Threatening each other? -Yeah, no, it got heated.
(dramatic music)
(Dirk) Hey.
-(Sienna) Hi. -(Dirk) How are you?
(Sienna) I have gone up a dress size, thanks to you. (chuckling)
-(Dirk) Me? -The mysterious pizza delivery man.
Must have been a ghost.
Very sweet ghost.
Yeah, my plant is lonely, needs a friend.
(Sienna) Already?
Is all of this your work?
Geez, I've never seen such happy plants.
So which one of these will complement my new sucky plant?
-Succulent. -Succulent.
Um,
How about this one?
It does require a lot more love and care than the other one though.
I'll take it.
(dramatic music)
Uh, it's a gift.
Thank you.
Hello?!
(service bell ringing)
Hello?!
(Constable) Hey, hey! Hey.
I'd like to speak to the person who investigated Jacob Fischer's death.
-And you are? ―His daughter. Yolanda Fischer.
Oh, Detective Van Rooyen is not in.
So when will he be back?
What is this about?
I think my father was murdered.
-Murdered? ―Yes.
Okay? He was way too careful to die on that windmill.
He's been climbing it for years.
Sisi, accidents happen, you know?
This is Lazarus Zita’s phone.
Oom Lissie?
(Yola) Yes.
-And? -The last seven calls
were from my father's landline.
-And so..? -And so...
Lazarus lays a land claim against our farm,
they argue about it at the bar, he threatens my dad.
The next thing you know, my dad is dead
and Lazarus has disappeared into thin air, nowhere to be found.
-Don't you find that suspicious? -(Constable) Woah, woah, woah.
Woah, woah, woah, Sisi. The coroner from Bloemfontein,
came here and declared your father's death as accidental.
Unless he was pushed.
-Based on what evidence? -Based on the phone!
You’re adding two and two together and you’re getting eight.
-(cellphone ringing) -Hang on a second.
Aunt Dora.
No...
-(leaves rustling) -(Themba groaning)
(Themba) I took membership fees.
Five-Thousand.
(Themba) Well, it's ten times that.
(Lindiwe wheezing/coughing)
(dramatic music)
(ambient sound muted)
(breathing heavily/coughing)
-(inhaling) -(music stopping abruptly)
(ambient sound returning)
(breathing deeply)
(indistinct chatter/laughter)
What's going on?
Frans has drawn up a very attractive offer for Mr Zita.
Without asking me?
Yeah, I was just trying to help, Yola. Take some of the pressure off.
(Dora) I was just trying to help, dar...
I don't want that man getting a cent from my father.
(Dora stammering) Why?
Because he pushed him off the windmill.
(chuckling) Who did?
Lazarus Zita.
-(Dora) Darling... -(tense music)
As...
As much as it hurts me to say this,
and L*** knows Jacob was a giant of a man, but,
he was flesh and blood like the rest of us.
-He was sick. -I heard.
Why didn't anyone tell me?!
(Dora) We didn't want to worry you.
He climbed up the windmill and he fell down,
and that's all there is to it.
Why don't you come stay with me for a while?
It will be fun. Postpone your...
No!
I need to get all this sorted before I leave.
Draw up the contract between Dora and I.
The house and five hectors to Sienna.
I need to get back and he's not gonna stop me.
He won't be showing his face around here anytime soon. I guarantee it.
(dramatic music)
-Ek se. -Eita.
(Bernoldus) How's it?
Do you know anyone who wants to buy a bike?
(sniggering) No, man.
-How much? -A hundred-and-twenty-thousand.
It's about half of what it costs.
I don't know, not here.
Should be Maggie.
(indistinct chatter)
(Constable) Benny. Charlton.
-Able, usual? -Yeah.
(Charlton) Yeah. No worries.
...he only becomes a Christian at 12.
Lazarus?
Yeah.
Hey...
That crazy Fischer girl.
-She reckons he killed her old man. -(Bernoldus) Iyoh.
No. No.
Is not capable of something like that.
(Constable) Maybe, maybe not Benny.
You don't seriously believe that, do you?
Look, she definitely has a screw loose.
(dramatic music)
Mm. Charlton,
-this is the one, brother. -(Charlton chuckling)
-(Sienna) What? -(Dora) I know.
(Sienna) Why is she saying those things? It was an accident.
(Dora) She is struggling to come to terms with the death of your father.
Well it would have been nice if she cared while he was alive.
You have always been strong enough for the both of you.
(groaning) It doesn't feel like it.
Yola's not fit enough to travel.
You need to reach out to her.
-(Themba) Yolanda? -Just leave me alone.
(Themba) Yolanda? Wait! Hey!
What's the matter with you?
How could you say that about Lazarus?
I mean, out of all people, that's my grandfather.
Are you mad?
Well, I have proof about your grandfather.
You have proof?
-You stole my grandfather's phone? -Yes.
He was threatening my dad. He killed him and then he ran away.
So you think you can do whatever you want?
Just grab the man's phone in his home...
-On my farm! -Your farm?
Yes, my farm!
My father gave it to me.
And your grandfather killed him for it.
I thought you were different Yolanda.
But you're all the same.
I can't believe I trusted you.
-Just hand over this phone. -No.
Yolanda hand over the phone. I won't tell you again.
-No. -Yolanda!
Just come and get it!
(indistinct shouting)
-You got lucky, a**hole. Lucky! -(car engine starting)
Now I'm going to put him in the grave with those pigs, where he belongs.
(chuckling) It's quite ironic don't you think?
That you're judging me and then chasing her like she's on heat.
The only difference is I won't be humiliated.
-Listen, Max! We need to focus now. -Get your hands off me.
We have a meeting tonight. There's more at stake than your hurt pride.
-This is about all of us... -All of us? All of us?
This is about you. This is about you!
Max I'm warning you, you stay away from that man.
(ominous music)
(indistinct whispering)
Shh!
Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!
# artist: Onke Tshiwula #
# title: There is the world # # of sorrows #
(maskandi music over speakers)
-(Sienna) Yola! -(music stopping)
You cannot go around saying things like that.
Well it's true! Okay, something is not right.
It just feels like he's trying to tell me something.
-Are you taking your meds? -No, I'm out.
(objects clattering)
Thanks.
I'll get more when I'm at home.
Aunty Dora told me about the nursery in the farm,
it's really sweet. Thank you.
Now it's yours. It always was.
I met someone. (chuckling)
-I really like him. -And Rudy?
Rudy is a mistake.
I've never felt like this, ever.
-I'm happy for you. -Are you?
I mean, it's a bit soon, but I am.
I want you to meet him. See for yourself.
-Maybe next time. -You can't go so soon.
Yeah, I need to get back. I really struggle being here.
I feel like we're just starting to get to know each other again.
You're all I have left. I need you.
I already told Mateo.
Mateo has you forever.
Please. Just a couple of days.
-For me? -Okay! Okay!
-Yes? (laughing) -Okay. Okay.
-Okay. -Thank you. (sniffling)
Give me your laptop before you change your mind.
What's your password?
Kristi20000302.
Her birthday?
(dramatic music)
(birds squawking)
(sinister music)
Are you alright?
(eerie music)
(indistinct chatter)
(Lindiwe) Mmh.
-Sure? -Mmh.
(Themba whispering) Okay.
(vehicle approaching)
(car engine switching off)
(Sienna) Dirk! Here he is.
Come.
-(Sienna) Hey. -(Dirk) Nice to see you too.
Dirk, Yolanda. Yolanda, Dirk.
Yolanda! I've heard so much about you.
Yola. And I bet you have.
Why don't we have a picnic up at the dam?
-I brought supplies. -I don't want to impose.
No, no, we want you to come.
(Dirk) Yeah, I brought more than enough for three.
(Yola) Okay. Go ahead, I'll join in a bit.
-(Sienna) Hey, don't be long. -(Yola) I won't.
(car engine starting)
(mysterious music)
(birds squawking)
(Themba)
(Qaqamba)
(Lindiwe)
(Qaqamba)
(Themba)
(ominous music)
(door creaking)
(mysterious music)
(dramatic music)
(Sienna speaking indistinctly)
(water splashing)
-(Sienna chuckling) -(mysterious music)
(Yola) Hi. (chuckling)
(Sienna) Hey!
-(Dirk) Come in! -It's too cold!
-(Sienna) It's amazing! -(laughing) Maybe later!
(all laughing)
(Sienna imitating chicken)
(sinister music)
(Qaqamba sighing)
Qaqamba, what is it?
Can you help us?
Uhm...
Please.
(mysterious music)
-You brought towels, huh? -(Dirk) Yeah. (chuckling)
(Sienna) Are you gonna come join us? Next swim?
Maybe. (chuckling)
(Sienna) Alright. Who wants wine?
Thanks.
(glass clinking)
(deep distorted voice)
(Dirk/Sienna chuckling)
-(Sienna) Here, that one. -(Yola) No, thanks.
-Have a koeksister. (laughing) -(Yola chuckling)
(Yola) Fine.
(Sienna) They're good.
-(Dirk coughing) -(indistinct chatter/laughter)
(Sienna) Do you remember when you messed on that lace tablecloth?
And then Dad shouted at you? Do you remember?
He got so mad at you. And then you went to your room
and then you packed your little brown suitcase. (laughing)
-The one with the cat stickers? -(Sienna) Mmh!
-And the silver metal clip? -(Sienna) Ja, ja, ja.
I remember. (chuckling)
You got so cross and you packed your koeksister and your juice box
and you marched out the door.
(mysterious music)
(indistinct whispering)
(ominous music)
(panting)
(indistinct whispering)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(Yola chuckling) Hey!
(Sienna) Hi.
(ominous music)
(Qaqamba) Drink it all. Drink, drink, drink.
(tense music)
(music stopping)
(tense music)
(Qaqamba chanting indistinctly)
(dramatic music)
(chanting continues)
(tense music)
(Sienna) Where's Yola?
(dramatic music)
-(Qaqamba) Take it all out. -(Lindiwe panting)
Did you see her get out?
(Dirk) Yola!
(dramatic music)
(Yola gasping/panting)
(gasping)
(Sienna) What the hell?
-Yola, you scared the s*** out of me. -I'm fine.
-(Sienna) Yola!
Yola, what happened?
-Yola! -Something pulled me down.
(car engine starting)
It's Lazarus.
(country music over speakers)
(Max) See, what did I tell you?
A w***er.
(shower water running)
(water gurgling)
(eerie music)
(door opening)
-(door closing) -(Sienna) Shh.
-The magic cabinet. -Mh.
-The magic chest. (giggling) -Hold on, hold on.
(Dirk) Oh, daddy had taste.
Mm, well yeah, you know he had me, so...
-That is true. -Thank you.
(wood creaking)
Cheers.
What made him so special? That everyone talks about him like...
-Woo. -(chuckling)
-He was special. -(Dirk) Hm.
He was the last male descendant of the town's founding father,
Jacob Fischer, the Elder. Who was my great, great...
We're practically royalties, so... (giggling)
-Your Highness. -Your drunkness.
(Dirk) Mm-hm, mm-hm. Mm-hm.
(Sienna giggling)
(Sienna) Yola's sleeping.
(eerie music)
-(country music over speakers) -(Max clearing throat)
(Max) Huh?
(imitating motorbike)
(Themba) How's it? Excuse me I just need to...
(Max imitating motorbike)
(Themba) That's my jacket, man. Give it back.
(exhales sharply)
You know your girlfriend, Yola?
Yeah, she's used goods hey. I know 'cause I've been there.
Well, congratulations man.
Your parents must be really, really proud of you.
-She's not my girlfriend, by the way, -Well,
that's not what it looked like to me.
-Well, looks can be deceiving buddy. -(Max) Not in your case, boy.
(chuckling)
See, if you're trying to say something to me,
don't beat around the bush.
Be a man. Say it to my face.
I'm saying stay away from our woman.
You can have her, I want nothing to do with her.
-That's just insulting. -Listen to me, boytjie.
I want you to take off my f***ing jacket.
I don't have time for this. Do you understand me?
(Max) You know, maybe you should get yourself
one of those biker chicks. Hm?
I hear they just love your type.
They're always looking for a good ride. Hm?
-You say they love what now? -They like to have a good ride.
-(Max laughing) -I swear on my mother's grave,
I'll rip this jacket off you bloody skin,
-do you hear me? -Oh, will you now? Huh?
Huh? Huh? Ah, that's good.
Luckily, I have two eye witnesses
who will gladly say I acted in self defence.
So step right back, get the f*** back.
(Rudy) Max! Hey, hey, hey. What the f*** are you doing? Are you thick?
Stop telling me what to do.
They'll eat you alive in prison, my little gingerbread man.
Go on, do it.
(country music over speakers)
Take that jacket off.
What the f*** is wrong with you?
Sorry, man, here's your jacket.
(door creaking)
(Dirk) Can I take a shower?
(Sienna) I like you dirty.
(Dirk) I promised that you can make me as dirty as you like,
-right after. -(Sienna chuckling) Oh.
Done.
-Passage, left, right. -Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm.
-Second door on the right. -Mm-hm.
Take this. The lights there don't work.
Passage, left, right?
-Right? -Right.
I'll be waiting.
(door creaking)
(door opening)
(door closing)
(shower water running)
-(shower water stopping) -(door creaking)
(Dirk whispering) Sienna.
Sienna.
(door opening)
(door closing)
(ominous music)
(Sienna whispering) Dirk.
-Dirk! -(tense music)
(Sienna) I've got a midnight snack in the kitchen.
(Dirk whispering) S***!
(door opening)
(tense music)
(Yola breathing deeply)
-(music stopping) -(Yola sniffling)