[theme music playing]
[clock pendulum ticking loudly]
[exhales]
[grunts]
[exhales]
[soft music playing]
[breathes shakily]
[soft music continues]
[breathes shakily]
[theme music playing]
[theme music note]
-[laughing] -[upbeat music playing]
-[both laughing] -[kissing sound]
-[tense music playing] -[birds chirping]
So when does your training finish today?
Three. Why?
I was hoping you could come by the office.
[Pieter sighs]
What?
Why are you forcing the issue?
Because it's important to me.
You give him too much power, Louise.
He's my dad.
[huffs]
What do you want?
I want the two of you to like each other.
No, what do you want,
outside of your family, and Ludik and your dad?
-What do you want? [sighs] -Ludik is my life.
Hey, okay. Hey, look.
-[Pieter huffs] -I don't wanna argue now.
I'm still my own person.
-I still have my own dreams. -[sighs]
Share your dreams with me or…
-[exhales] share your life with me. -[Louise sucks teeth]
-Stop. -[Pieter] Hey.
-I'm not ready. -[Pieter] Come here.
I'm not gonna stop asking.
I'm not gonna stop until I win you over.
-[Louise laughing] -[laughing] Come here.
-[moaning sound on device] -[Hein moaning, exhales]
-[upbeat music playing] -[Maureen exhales]
-Morning, Mom. -Morning, son.
-Where's Dad? -Toilet.
-[moaning on device] -[Hein moaning] Ah!
[moaning] Hmm! Ah!
[TV beeps]
[grunts in] What? Markus. Markus!
Markus, help!
What the fuck is going on?
I don't know. Switch it off. Just switch it off. Gross.
Fuck.
[grunts]
[Hein] Hey, what's going on?
-There was, er, porn on the TV suddenly. -[Hein mutters] Yeah.
Dad,
could you talk to that coach?
I think I'd need about five weeks of training before nationals.
Um,
no, not yet.
I haven't had a chance yet.
Just give me his number then I can chat him.
You're really serious about this, hey.
I've been saving for more than a year.
Really? How much do you have?
Close to 25,000.
And you, er,
you want to use this money for your training?
Yes.
Yes, Dad. It's my future.
[inhales] I'll phone my contact and see what I can organize.
Yes! [laughing]
Thanks, pop.
Tell me, son, have you still have the bank account that I opened for you?
-[soft music playing] -Yes, pop.
You're looking at the next South African MMA champ,
-Markus "the bulldog" Ludik! [laughs] -[Hein snickering]
[Danie] Blue blood,
black blood.
Black bug, blue bug.
-Blue blood… -[Swys coughing]
[spluttering] Did my pop do this to you?
[huffs]
-No. -[birds chirping]
[spluttering] We have bullies at our school.
-Yeah? -[dog barking in distance]
They beat the smaller kids.
Do they hit you?
-[birds chirping] -Do your parents know?
My doctor says I should talk about it,
and not fight back.
So who hit you?
-A bully. -[birds chirping]
If I get my hands on him…
[whistling]
Watch out, my boy!
-Are you gonna talk to him? -[Swys] Some dogs don't listen.
-[soft music playing] -Talking won't help.
Is it the same man that's bullying my pop?
No one bullies your dad.
He won't allow it.
Swys,
Markus is here. Danie, go get ready.
[Swys coughing]
Are you alright, Swys?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
-Morning, uncle. -Hi.
[Swys grunting] Fuck.
-[Swys] Let's go. -[tense music playing]
What are you doing here?
He wants to talk.
I've got to drop my son at school.
[clears throat]
-What's this? -It's the owner's van.
Where did you get this?
My past has no power over me.
-Sorry? -[upbeat music plays]
I'm in control of my own destiny.
What are you talking about? Are we going to beat him up or not?
Fuck, yeah.
-Fuck, yeah. [laughs] Yeah. -[upbeat music plays]
[Daan in Arabic] Peace be with you.
[Farhad] And unto you peace.
[Farhad speaking Arabic]
He has come to know that we are getting much less than what was promised.
[in English] Yes. There's a conflict up north.
[speaking Arabic]
[in English] Yes, I know this.
But he asks, how is that his problem?
He pays for what he takes.
And I deliver what I have.
[laughs]
[speaking Arabic]
[man in English] He says that you and him have been
business associates for a very long time.
However, for the first time,
he feels uneasy.
And he must ask himself
if your allegiance is, perhaps, shifting.
No.
[Daan] My truck was robbed and the police are investigating.
I must wait for this to die down.
That is the truth.
[speaking Arabic]
[Farhad speaking Arabic]
-[man in English] When? -[tense music continues]
He also has people he needs to answer to.
The police will wrap this up in the next few days.
It was only a petty crime.
And then it's business as usual.
You have my word.
I love my life. I love my family.
[Daan] I won't do anything to jeopardize it.
-Okay, so… -[paper rustling]
[Davies] This truck makes about seven deliveries on a weekly basis.
All of them local.
With the furthest one being Germiston, on March 22nd.
But…
There's no delivery note for Zimbabwe. Why?
He said that they take the furniture there to a showroom in--
In Avondale. Yes. Blah-blah, blah-blah.
But I guarantee you, that place doesn't exit.
What can you tell me about the toll gates?
-I found something very interesting. -[Davies] Hmm.
-Always the same driver? -Right.
The truck leaves the Beitbridge border almost weekly, for the last few weeks.
It's always out on a Thursday or Friday
-and back on a Saturday or Sunday. -All right.
There are six toll gates that the truck must go through.
From the border back to the store in Pretoria.
-Yeah. -Six.
-Yeah. -However, on all these occasions,
-it has only gone through five. -[tense music playing]
-Coming back? -Only when coming back.
Which one does it skip?
Capricorn.
-Where is that? -Limpopo.
Okay.
So, coming back from Zimbabwe, they made a detour off the main line.
Why?
Let's get a map. Let's check the area.
[Farhad speaking Arabic]
[in English] He says that the prophet teaches us
to look within ourselves.
To look up with gratitude.
Look down with humility.
But if we don't,
we look around for more, more, and more.
He says that each and every day he's at war with himself.
Religion. Greed. But he prays that God will forgive him.
After all,
-he is only human. -[tense music continues]
[speaking Arabic]
[tense music continues]
[man in English] He has decided
that he will make this one concession.
But only this one time.
But if he finds out that you have lied to him or stolen from him,
you will lose more than just your fingers.
[mobile phone vibrates]
What did you get a map this big for? Why don't you just use a computer?
I prefer big maps.
[Davies exhales] Okay.
This is Capricorn toll gate.
The truck skips this toll gate and then they go off the off-ramps to pass through,
and then join the main line here again in Zebediela or Naboomspruit.
It could be that they have pick-ups and we just don't have the delivery notes.
Yeah.
They took a detour off the main line to this area.
But there's nothing here but mines.
-And mostly coal and platinum mines. -Yeah.
-Except for this one. -Yeah?
It's a diamond mine.
Diamond.
So he takes a detour…
off the main line to this area. [huffs]
This… was not furniture.
Perhaps the driver has a girl.
There are plenty, plenty hookers there in the Limpopo off-ramps.
[splutters] So I've heard.
-No, wait. Any word from the driver? -No.
[ominous music plays]
Who steals furniture?
He does have nice pieces.
-Especially in leather. -[ominous music continues]
The bucks, though. I wish…
What if it wasn't a robbery?
What if it was a delivery? A payment.
What if he is smuggling?
Daan Ludik? [chuckling] No.
He's just a white guy with a suit.
No.
Daan Ludik.
You devil!
-You are a diamond smuggler! -[ominous music ends]
[Charles] So,
how sure are you he won't just kill you?
That's why I brought you.
Arend needs a driver and our border contact.
And instead of using trust,
he instills fear and blackmail to get people to do his bidding.
Do you think this guy is trapped?
Like a rat.
Here we go.
-Wait here. Put this on. -[bird chirping]
-Who's that? -Just a driver.
What's in the bag?
It's payment, for your services.
I thought Swys was payment.
He was just a means to an end. This is agreement.
-So just take the money. -And if I take the money, what then?
Mr. Arend wants this to be more permanent arrangement.
Delivering every two weeks. Sometimes every week.
Who knows, maybe you can couple with your little diamond run on the side.
He doesn't care, as long as his job gets priority.
But this is what you can expect.
Why isn't he telling me this? Or does he want to break all ties?
What about the police on my tail?
-It's your problem not his. -A problem he created.
Listen here, just take the money.
What does he have on you, Bells?
Come now. If we're gonna be partners, you can tell me.
-Look here, -[tense music playing]
we're not partners.
You work for Mr. Arend. I work for Mr. Arend.
There is no such thing like partners.
Will you drop the "Mr. Arend" bullshit?
What are you? Nine?
Talk to me. Tell me what it is you want in order for this to work.
Just get off your fucking high horse.
Listen here,
I'm saying there's a way out for both of us.
I'm not playing games here. Who the fuck is that?
What the fuck? You're alive! Welcome. [laughs]
-[Daan] Listen. Calm down. -[Bells] Don't fucking touch me.
I just want to run something by you.
[Bells] Fucking back off. I'm not swinging sides here.
[Daan] Bells, no!
[all grunting, panting]
Bells!
Enough!
[mobile phone vibrating]
-Daan. -Daan Ludik. Brigadier Davies.
-Shit. -[bird chirping]
Yes, Brigadier.
Man, I had a look into the documents that you sent me, you know,
-the delivery notes and such. -[Bells coughs]
It would seem that there's some missing.
Yes, Brigadier. I'm just in the middle of something.
It's concerning the deliveries made in Limpopo.
I'm not at my desk right now.
I'm sure the delivery notes won't be too difficult to find
if you do have them.
And I'd be grateful if you'd look into this for me.
I understand. Please, Brigadier, call my secretary. Okay?
I'll bloody kill you next time.
-[Daan] It's okay. -[Bells panting]
[Daan] I'm not gonna rat on him,
I'm gonna frame him.
But I need your help.
There is a war coming
between Arend and the Zimbabweans.
And I'm caught in the middle, and so are you.
-We're expendable. -[Bells huffs]
Maybe you are. He needs me.
Are you sure?
You don't have any leverage, pal. And neither do I.
Okay? I don't like that. And I can fix it.
It starts today.
I'm offering you a way out.
Keep that. Run away if you think you'll survive.
But I need to know,
where does Arend keep the guns?
I'm giving you one hour.
Tell me what you want.
-We all need to survive this world. -[birds chirping]
Bloody bastard hits like a truck.
I'll pick you up later.
Don't clean yourself up, maybe just the face.
What if he doesn't say yes in an hour?
Then we'll deal with it.
Okay. Well,
just in case.
-He'll turn. -[birds chirping]
Not all guys care for the money.
[exhaling, grunts]
Are you gonna tell me what's going on, Daan?
I could ask you the same thing.
-Are you hiding something from me, Rina? -[tense music playing]
Like what?
Think about it before you answer.
Daan,
I don't know what the fuck is going on, but you're being ridiculous.
[Daan] I need you to do something for me.
This Brigadier,
try and find something on him.
-Okay. -Ask Lil to help. Anything.
[mobile phone vibrating]
-Hello. -Furniture man.
One second. I need to take this.
Your father phoned about the caravan
and there's a young man waiting for you outside.
-Who? -Ur,
he wants to marry Louise.
[Daan] I'm here.
I'm a bit concerned, and I don't like being concerned.
[phone ringing]
Have you located my guns?
I'm working on it.
But there's something I need your help with first.
How connected with the police are you up there?
Police? [laughs]
Why do you ask me such questions?
-Mr. Ludik. -Pieter, I'm busy. Can this wait?
I just need a few minutes of your time, sir.
I'm not a "sir."
It looks like you were in a fight? Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Daan.
I just need five minutes of your time. Please.
You wanna pitch to me why you're a suitable partner to Louise?
You'd better make it a fucking good pitch. Get in.
His record is spotless. Not even a parking ticket.
But, er, there's one thing.
A phone number that he usually takes at night.
Usually end of week.
This one.
My guess is a mistress.
-Well, let's see. -[keypad clicking]
-Hello? -Hi, is this Grace Johnson?
Speaking.
Good afternoon. This is Margaret Smith, your pension broker.
Yes, good afternoon. Who?
Margaret Smith. I've been assigned to your investment profile.
-[Lil snickering] -Yes? Hello?
I've noticed an anomaly on your pension fund.
It occurs when money didn't come in.
I pay every month.
Can I just confirm your full name, date of birth, and first line of address?
Yeah, sure. It's Gracy Abby Johnson.
17-07-1976. 31 Penbrook Avenue.
Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.
-Just hold the line for me. -[Lil] Oof!
Like a pro.
-Hello? -[phone busy tone]
Time's up. Nice pitch. I don't buy it.
Dad.
-You're late. -I'm busy. Sorry.
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 would have 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.
Yeah, I thought all you'd be able to afford is cot and a sleeping bag.
Listen, if you're going to be a jerk, I think I'd borrow from the banks.
-I'm just kidding, man. -[Hein grunts]
Yep, this one feels a bit small. Hey, pop?
What are you doing here?
I brought the money. And you?
-I asked Hein for his opinion. -Probably to measure the curtains.
You don't need to be such a jerk, Daan.
[Viljoen] Hey. Listen to me, both of you.
I refuse to go to my grave while my two sons hate each other.
This ends today. What happened to you two?
Maybe Hein wants to go first.
Dad, I got to go. Pick whichever one you like.
-On me. -[birds chirping]
Daan!
I know what you did.
Why do you keep going back to him?
He's blackmailing me, Hein!
When will he back off?
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. -[tense music playing]
Jesus, brother.
All I ever do is give and you just take.
You bastard.
What about Maureen, huh?
What about your son?
When are you going to tell them the truth?
What's it really going to cost you, huh?
You don't really care about the money. You just want to have control over us all.
Hey! Whoa! Stop!
Hey, Pieter fucking Davies, what are you doing here?
-Daan. -[dramatic music playing]
Whatever trouble you're in, I can help. My dad is in the police. He's a brigadier.
What?
Pieter Davies? [laughing]
Pieter fucking Davies.
Listen, Louise,
she's worried about you and my dad can help you.
-Louise is off-limits. -[traffic noises]
Daan.
-[Bells sniffling] -[tense music playing]
So, this is pretty much self-explanatory.
You just put it up. Bluetooth it to your phone.
And when there's movement, it'll notify you and start recording.
All right.
Thank you.
Did Daan say when he's picking me up?
No. Er…
What's this about?
What do you mean? The mine.
The mine, of course. Er… No, he didn't. But thanks for this.
[mobile phone vibrating]
Daan.
I'm in.
What?
But I want to run the gun trade.
I want to make deals.
You help me get it, and you can run it. Okay?
And now that we're on the same page, I need you to do something.
And I need it done today. Can we meet?
-[tense music tempo increases] -[phone keypad dialing]
[phone ringing]
Shit.
-Davies. -Hello.
-Hello. Who's this? -Is this Davies?
Brigadier Davies, speaking.
Yeah, I'm calling you from the Harare police station.
Oh, yeah. Hey, listen, thank you. Thank you for calling back.
Just hang on a second, I just want to get some information here.
Is there any new information on the missing truck driver?
The registration is GLA 429 GP.
No, my friend. That case, my friend, has been closed.
We have closed the case. We are not looking into it anymore.
Closed?
No. The furniture truck robbery.
License plate GLA--
-Yes, my friend, it's closed. -Who closed it? Why?
-It's orders. -Orders from who?
-Orders from up top. -Okay, listen, um…
Can you send me the docket.
I wanna see how I can help in the investigation.
You can go on our website and make a request.
-Excuse me, a what? -We have a website, my friend.
You go H-H-T-P slash, slash W--
Yeah, I heard you. Listen, man.
-Can't you just email me the thing? -No.
Do you know if any of the furniture was recovered?
-No. -And the blood.
-Do they know whose blood it is? -No.
No, you don't know or no, you can't tell me?
I don't know. Bye.
I'll have a donut.
Moyo! Tell Moyo I need to see him.
[man] Okay, sir.
Here is address.
What was Arend planning on doing with the guns?
He was going to sell them to another bidder.
I need you to plant this in his house.
-This is your plan? -Part of it.
-He's a very suspicious man. -Then don't get caught.
I suspect that pretty soon the police will catch up to you. If that happens,
tell them that Arend kidnapped Swys to get me to smuggle something.
You know nothing more.
I don't deal with police.
I'm leaving a trail leading to him.
You're part of the trail.
One more thing.
How come Arend found out about my diamond business?
-Your secretary, -[soft music playing]
Rina.
She also said that you'd do anything for that drunk brother-in-law of yours.
She's your rat.
[ignition starts]
Here's the address.
Look at me.
Put it anywhere in the bedroom. Okay?
Yes.
[Luke whispers] Oh, okay.
Okay, get off me. Go.
-Errol. [laughing] -Grace. [laughing]
-You look well. -Yeah, you too.
Thanks.
I'm cooking lasagna this weekend.
Would you like to come over? There's rugby on.
I don't really watch the rugby.
Me neither.
-I've gotta get back to work. -Yeah, me too. [laughs]
[Davies exhales]
And so beautiful people, I think today is the time for a little introspection.
How do our actions affect our fellow Christians?
Do we love enough?
And if so, what do we do to show that love?
And I--
I'm gonna be back with you just after this.
[soft music playing]
[mouths] I love you.
[tender music playing]
[mobile phone vibrating]
Tell me.
[Bells] I think we have problem.
It's about the driver.
I need to come see you in person.
Well, I'm here.
Waiting in anticipation.
[tender music continues]
You know, people say fists. But I say elbows!
In the fucking nose. Hard.
-The knee is hard. -[Swys] It's fucking hard.
-Yeah. -[Swys sniffing]
Knees.
It's wild, yeah.
Good God. Fuck it, Markus. You know what, bro? It's not fucking wild.
Wild to the max, bro.
-Wild to the fucking max. Huh? -Wild to the max.
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
Markus, listen. Markus!
Make it a fucking hashtag, bro. #WildToTheMax.
-[Markus] #WildToTheMax. -We'll be fucking trending, bro.
-#WildToTheMax! -[Markus] #WildToTheMax, bro. Fuck!
[upbeat music playing]
L & Co. Problem child coming.
Did someone say they're looking for a black Mercedes van?
Markus! Shut up.
Yeah, this is Swys.
Is the number plate JND 234 GP?
Yes, plates match.
Yeah, where are you?
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? -[Markus] Wild to the max.
[both] Wild to the max!
[tense music playing]
[machine beeping]
-[man] Yeah, how are we going to do it? -Help me carry it.
[Lil] Seriously? This thing is ancient.
It's the only spare I have.
Windows 2000. Really?
Good Lord. Where can I find the shift cards?
-[man] It's all online. I can show you. -[Lil] No, don't stand too close.
So, what's all this?
All of this belongs to Wikus Kruger.
Who?
Listen to me carefully now. Wikus Kruger is a shift boss.
Okay? He only comes in occasionally.
In fact, you hardly ever see him. He's been working here, since when, Lil?
2017.
2017. All of this stuff belongs to him.
Wikus keeps to himself.
You don't know anything more than that.
Here's the thing. He was here a week ago
and you haven't heard from him since.
Sounds simple.
It is, Eric.
It's very simple.
-I don't think I can lie to the authority. -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.
Wikus Kruger.
And if they look deeper into this guy, what will they find?
He's dead.
A bum, a drifter with no loved ones or connections.
Untraceable. So, don't worry about it.
Untraceable.
Okay?
-Okay. -[Daan] Good.
[upbeat music playing]
[car accelerator rattles]
-Here's the bastard. We have him! -Hey, fuck head, I've got you now.
-[Swys] Markus, we've got him. -[Markus] Yeah.
[Markus] We've got you now. What are you waiting for?
-Why? I don't fucking know! -[dramatic music playing]
-[Swys] The fucker! -[Markus laughs, whoops]
[Swys] 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.
Have you got him?
Damn, Tony's got him.
[car horn hooting]
-[dramatic music continues] -[tires screeching]
[dramatic music ends]
-[tense music playing] -Bury that when it's finished. Okay?
-You done? -Done and dusted.
Welcome to the world, Wikus Kruger. Accomplice to Arend Brown.
Long-time diamond smuggler. Very nice guy. Loved by many.
Don't make it too hard for them. They have to find something. [huffs]
Bye, Eric.
Don't fuck this up. And take a shower. Yeah?
There you go.
Does this mean our business is now over?
No, I'll contact you. Just stick to the plan.
Are you risking my life and my son's life?
In that case, let's hope this works.
-Let's hope. -[tense music continues]
Has Bells checked in yet?
He knows what to do. Let's go.
[car ignition sputters to a start]
[tense music continues]
[car horn hooting]
[tires screeching]
Fucker.
[Markus] Get out of the car, fucker!
[Swys] That's it.
Huh, check this out. Come on.
All right. Feel this.
[Swys] Oh, fuck.
[yelling] No! Fucker!
[Markus panting]
Markus.
-[Swys] Are you okay? -Yeah. Nice shot.
Fuck.
Just tell them the bare minimum. Call me if you need me.
[mobile phone vibrating]
[phone keypad clicking]
-[mobile phone beeps] -[tense music continues]
[Lil] Am I risking my life and my son's life?
In that case, let's hope this works.
It's me. Can we meet?
I don't wanna do this anymore. Okay? I think he knows.
He's been acting suspicious and, I don't know, I'm not being told anything.
And… I want out. Okay?
I've given you what I can, and that's it. I'm done. Goodbye.
[Maureen] Markus?
Hein?
[car door opens]
Good night, pussy.
["Lonely-Lonely" by The Narrow playing]
Subtitle translation by: Regina Njoku