Morning, mom.
Morning, son.
-Where's Dad? -Toilet.
What? Markus. Markus!
Markus, help!
What the fuck are you watching?
I don't know. Switch it off. Just switch it off.
Fuck.
Hey. What's going on?
The TV showed pornography all of a sudden.
Dad.
Could you talk to that coach?
I thought I'd need about five weeks of training before nationals.
No, not yet.
I haven't had a chance yet.
Give me his number and I'll speak to him myself.
You're really serious about this.
I've been saving for more than a year.
Really? How much have you got?
Close to 25,000.
And you,
you want to use this money for your training?
Yes.
Yes, Dad. It's my future.
I'll phone my contact and see what I can organize.
Thanks, Dad.
Tell me, son, have you still got that bank account I opened for you?
Yes, Dad.
Markus "the Boerboel" Ludik!
Did my dad beat you like that?
No.
We have bullies at our school.
Yes.
They beat the younger kids.
Do they hit you?
Do your parents know?
My doctor says I have to talk about it,
and not fight back.
But who hit you?
If I find him…
Watch out, daddy.
-Are you going to talk to him? -Some dogs don't listen.
Talking won't help.
Is it the same man that bullies my dad?
No one bullies your dad.
He won't allow it.
Markus is here. Danie, get ready to go.
Are you okay, Swys?
Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Morning, uncle.
Fuck.
Let's go.
-What's this? -It's the owner of the van.
Where did you get this?
Excuse me?
What are you talking about? Are we going to beat this guy, or not?
Peace be with you.
And unto you peace.
Dad.
-You're late. -I'm busy.
Yeah. What happened to your face, son? Should I even ask?
I don't have a lot of time. Tell me which one you like.
Yeah, well, what do you think? This one?
This one?
I thought you were looking for something to retire in?
How much space does one man need?
Well, more than this tin can has to offer.
Well, what do you think I'll take to heaven with me one day?
If it was up to me? This one.
Instant gratification is an empty pursuit, my boy.
I didn't know you can speak English, Dad.
My budget.
This is your church pension? Wow.
And I thought all you'd be able to afford is a camping bed and a sleeping bag.
Listen, if you're going to be a jerk, I'd rather go to the bank for a loan.
I'm just kidding.
Yep, this one feels a bit small, hey, Dad?
What are you doing here?
I brought the money. And you?
-I asked for Hein's opinion. -Probably to measure the curtains.
You don't need to be a jerk, Daan.
Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me, both of you.
I refuse to go to my grave while my two sons hate each other.
This stops now. What is going on with the two of you?
Maybe Hein wants to go first.
Dad, I have to go. Pick whichever one you like.
I know what you did.
Why do you keep going back to him?
He's a two-faced dog, Hein!
He's blackmailing me.
Don't you have any self-respect?
You--
You can afford it.
What did you say?
I love him.
And… And we want to emigrate.
Jesus, brother.
I give and give and give, and you just take.
You bastard.
What about Maureen?
What about your son?
When are you going to tell them the truth?
What's it really going to cost you?
You don't really care about the money. You just want to control all of us.
Hey, hey, hey. Whoa. Stop. Stop.
Hey, Pieter fucking Davies, what are you doing here?
Whatever trouble you're in, I can help. My dad is in the police. He's a brigadier.
Listen. Louise
is worried about you and my dad can help you.
Louise is off-limits.
You know, people say fists, fists, fists. But I say elbows, elbows!
In the fucking nose. Hard.
-The knee is hard. -It's fucking hard.
Knees.
It's wild, yeah.
Good God. Fuck. You know what, bro? It's not fucking wild.
Maximum chaos, bro.
-Maximum fucking chaos. -Maximum chaos.
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
-I love you. -Markus. Listen. Markus!
Make it a fucking hashtag, bro. Hashtag "Maximum chaos."
-Hashtag "Maximum chaos". -We'll be fucking trending, bro.
-Hashtag "Maximum chaos", bro. Fuck! -Maximum chaos!
Problem child, over.
Did someone say they're looking for a black Mercedes van?
Markus! Shut up, shut up, shut up.
Yeah, yeah, this is Swys.
Yeah.
Just outside Centurion. Close to the N1. I'm following him.
-Markus, come on. -Let's go.
Markus! You're driving.
Get a fucking move on.
Get the fucking radio, brother!
-Fuck it, Marcus! -Let's go!
-What do you say? -Maximum chaos.
Maximum chaos!
-Yeah, how are we going to do it? -Help me carry it.
So, what's all this?
All of this belongs to Wikus Kruger.
Who?
-I'm not sure I can lie to the cops. -No, man, you're not going to lie to them.
You're just going to show them what's right in front of their eyes.
-Okay. -Good.
-Here's the bastard. We have him! -Hey, fuck head, I've got you now.
-Markus, we've got him. -Yeah.
We've got you. What are you waiting for?
Why? I don't fucking know!
The fucker.
Come on, daddy!
Come on! Here we come! Here we fucking come.
Hit him before he closes the window. I'm going to fucking kill you, brother.
I'm not fucking high, Markus. I see him. Here he is. Here he is.
Damn, Tony's got him.
Bury that when it's done. Okay?
There you go.
Does this mean our business is now over?
No, I'll contact you. Just stick to the plan.
Fucker.
Get out of the car, fucker!
That's it.
That's it, that's it. Shit's happening now, hey?
All right. Feel this.
No! Fucker!
-Are you okay? -Yeah. Fucking nice shot.
Good night, cunt.
Subtitle translation by: Rolé Swiegers