-[somber music plays] -[indistinct police radio chatter]
[man] Detective?
[Sakkie sighs]
The inside man.
[sighs]
We did this, Sakkie.
-Well, he wasn't innocent. -Nobody was innocent here.
But that child is going to grow up without a father.
[music fades]
[suspenseful music rising]
-[in Zulu] Hi. -[music fades]
[in English] Shit, Shabane!
[sighs]
-[in Tswana] Why are you here? -[in Zulu] I brought you a dress.
[in English] What the hell is this?
[in Zulu] I need your help.
[anchor] And we're back, coming to you live from the Johannesburg Hilton,
now talking to Minister Zungu.
[Zungu] I'm proud to represent the president at these awards.
I'm proud of the people whose sacrifice brought us here,
celebrating African excellence.
[dramatic music playing]
Watch from here. You'll get your story.
And if you go with me, you become the story.
[in Zulu] Hey! Do you want to die?
[Alex] Hey, Maseko.
[in English] You want to start a war in front of all these nice people here?
Tell me something. Don't you miss it?
Don't you miss the time
when a man could tell who his real friends are?
[chuckles]
Comrade.
[Zungu] I know, so I told him, "Presidents come and go,
but justice is blind and forever."
[all chuckling]
[Alex laughs mockingly]
[Zungu chuckles]
[Zungu in Zulu] Men, Christmas.
[in English] What a jolly time to get together with old friends.
A hug?
Comrade,
do you have a present for me?
[Alex in Zulu] Why?
[in English] You do something to deserve it?
Friends, please excuse me.
[suspenseful music plays]
[woman] Are they arresting him? Why couldn't they arrest him?
-It's Shabane. -[camera shutter clicking]
You are a damn fool, Shabane.
[in Zulu] Perhaps I just want all these beautiful people
to remember who you really are.
[in English] The things you made me do,
the promises you made and the promises you broke.
I broke no promises.
We won, didn't we?
We are free, right?
Yes! You! And what about them, huh?
They still wear the same fucking uniforms when the Boer filled this place.
[Zungu] And you, Alex?
Have your dangerous games made any of these slaves free?
This is no fucking game.
[Zungu] That's why the world needs men like me
to tell men like you what to do.
Men like me make sure
that we're not servants of the whites, and his money.
Not you.
Me.
I fucking did that!
[guests murmuring]
[Alex coughs]
[continues coughing]
[exhales]
[Zungu] Alex, Alex, Alex.
You didn't come here to tell my story.
You came to tell yours.
You want them to see.
To remember.
Hmm? You want to matter.
-You don't fucking know me. -But I think you got it wrong.
I am a new man
in a new country.
And you are just a broken soldier without a war to fight.
Come on,
take your shot, Captain.
Listen, take care of that cough.
Merry Christmas.
[music fading]
I'm not born free because of men like you.
[in Zulu] Please, Alex.
[gentle music plays]
It's enough now.
You call it freedom.
[in English] I see a new cage.
[in Zulu] However…
Oof.
[chuckles]
You look fine in that dress, hey?
[in English] Kefilwe…
Write a good story.
I'll write the truth.
[in Zulu] There you go.
[car door opens]
[Khumalo in English] The date's wrong.
[Joubert in Afrikaans] Brits dated it incorrectly.
[in English] No, no, you dated this. Look.
[Zungu] Christmas. You said, "Christmas".
Hmm? We made fucking promises!
We promised results, Sakkie!
With all due respect, sir, your men were at the function.
Why didn't they do anything?
You know what, you may be happy with a public bloodbath,
but I'm not so foolish.
We have new evidence.
-What? -We have a plan, sir.
We will deliver what we promised.
You listen to me.
You don't want a man like me as your enemy.
You don't deliver Shabane before Christmas,
your careers are over.
[clicks tongue]
[Khumalo] It's the file from 1977 to 1990.
Yeah, we need to fix that.
Some of these files…
-We have new evidence? -Huh?
[hesitantly] I lied.
-[in Afrikaans] What the fuck, Sakkie? -[in English] You must be joking.
[mutters]
You'll need this.
I don't understand.
I only half-lied.
-I have… half a plan. -[intriguing music plays]
-[music continues] -[vehicle approaches]
[car door closes]
[cocks gun]
[ominous music plays]
[in Zulu] You see his hands?
[in English] As a boy, I wanted to play
with my grandfather's favorite hunting dog.
The dog thought I wanted its food,
so naturally, the dog bit me.
After we fixed my wounds and dried my tears,
my grandfather then took the dog into the back of the compound,
his favorite hunting dog.
I never saw that dog again.
[chuckles, laughs]
[chuckles]
[breathes deeply] Ah.
So you want us to go to the back?
Hmm? So you can shoot me like a dog?
You mean the way you did with Zaba?
[in Zulu] Zaba was an informer.
[in English] It wasn't Zaba who set you up, it was the cops.
You led yourself into a trap, Shabane,
and then you slaughtered an innocent man.
All right.
[in Zulu] So it's over.
[in English] I'm not half the man my grandfather was.
[music fades]
Someone else is going to have to stop you.
I know I can't.
I came to tell you that, uh…
[sighs] …I'm going far away where the Hammer cannot reach me.
-So you're going back to the snow? -Yeah.
A man with money can get whatever he wants there.
Not friends!
My friends are dead.
And dying.
So, exile?
No one else needs to die here.
We can be there before they even know we're gone.
Did you really think I'd agree to that?
Vinny?
[scoffs]
Do you want to go play with Moskow in the snow?
[in Zulu] No way.
[in English] You stay, I stay.
[Alex] See?
Fuck you!
[sorrowful music plays]
Go with God, comrade.
[music continues]
[music ends]
[Sekoati] Why are we here?
No man wants to bury his child.
Excuse me?
Just remember that. No man wants to bury his child.
Bring the toy.
-[glass clinks] -[in Afrikaans] Thank you, boss.
[in English] Moskow is right.
[in Zulu] The Boers are starting to get smart.
[Alex coughs]
[in English] We should hit the banks. I always wanted to rob a bank.
[ominous music plays]
Let's rob the one at the airport, like Stander.
Yeah.
We rob some banks,
and maybe also the mall.
Those places are filled with diamonds and watches and what-what.
No one will ever expect us to go there instead of the cash trucks.
[in Zulu] You planned everything?
[in English] Damn right I have.
I say we rob every damn bank,
we fuck every damn woman and we kick every damn…
[in Zulu] …Boer cop in the balls, once.
[in English] The only snow I want to see… [sniffs] …is in my nose.
[chuckles softly]
Thieves and widow-makers.
[chuckles]
It's better to live on your feet than die on your knees.
[Alex coughing]
-[in Zulu] Isn't it? -[clears throat, coughs]
[continues coughing]
[dramatic music plays]
[in English] Think about it!
[coughing]
-[water running] -[spits]
[sniffles, sighs]
[grunts softly]
[breathing heavily]
[music intensifies]
[coughs]
-[cell phone ringing] -[panting]
[phone beeps]
Themba?
[in Zulu] Hi, Alex.
The fat cop from the TV is inside your house with your father.
What're they doing?
-He's putting pressure on your dad. -I'm on my way.
[Sekoati in English] You know what the cops will do when they catch him.
[music fades]
Please, if you can help us, I will make sure--
I will not condemn my son to live in your cage.
[plastic crinkling]
[gentle music plays]
-[Mandla] What nonsense is this? -This is baby Ziyanda's favorite toy.
She wouldn't sleep without it.
When her father went to fetch it…
[in Tswana] …your son was waiting for him.
[in English] He thought that Zaba was the one who sold him out to the police.
[Sakkie] He was wrong.
We were the ones that set a trap for your son.
We used Zaba.
Now baby Ziyanda has no father.
[Sakkie] In the latest heist, three boys dead.
[Sekoati] He's out of control, sir.
Please, help us to put him behind bars.
He might be in a cage,
but he will be alive.
[Sakkie] If you don't help us,
you will bury your son before the end of the week.
[sighs]
I owe you nothing.
Take this foolishness away.
[in Zulu] I'm not an informant.
[ominous sting]
[ominous music plays]
["Die Seewind Bring Heimwee" by Sias Reinecke plays faintly on stereo]
[ominous music plays]
-["Die Seewind Bring Heimwee" continues] -[ominous music continues]
[spoon clatters]
[sighs]
[eerie music plays]
-[breathing heavily] -[music fades]
["Die Seewind Bring Heimwee" continues]
[chuckles]
[laughing]
[chuckling in relief]
[song ends]
-[Sekoati in English] A Christmas card? -[Sakkie] He's telling me he's won.
He can find me, but I can't find him.
But he's wrong.
It's not over yet.
Come.
Oosthuizen! Sekoati.
[Sakkie] Uh…
Sorry to come to your house, sir, but…
We need your help.
We think Shabane might run.
You think I can stop that?
Mister Maseko,
you knew Shabane before.
You knew the structures, the organization.
-Yes? -He's running out of friends.
You were comrades.
We need to know where he might go, and how.
You're clutching at straws.
[Sekoati] It's still worth a try, sir.
Come inside.
[gentle, intriguing music playing]
Yeah. Yeah.
[music continues]
No, no messages. Thanks. Bye.
Left the country.
What about this guy?
Esher, anything?
Oh, yes. He's the guy with the print shop. He's still there.
[dialing]
Has anyone here seen Sekoati or Oosthuizen?
-Uh, no, sir. He's-- -No. No, Cap.
[cell phone ringing]
Uh, it's my mother. Sorry, sir.
-[in Afrikaans] Hello, Mom. -No, it's not your mom.
Yes, Mom, I know. I'm at the office.
Oh. Is Captain there?
Yes, Mom.
Is he pissed?
Yes, Mom, very.
[in English] I need you to watch someone for me.
A printer who made fake travel docs in the past.
Sekoati will send you the details.
Get off that phone and get back to work.
-Yes, sorry, sir. -No personal calls here, Joubert.
Yes, sorry.
[in Afrikaans] I have to go.
-Leave it to me. -Thanks.
[clears throat]
[in English] Okay.
Uh, sorry, sir, you know how these old ladies get.
[clicks tongue]
[sighs] I've been thinking, who does Shabane care about?
Who would he want to see before he leaves the country?
Well, he would think we're watching his father's house, so…
-His woman? -Who? Pearl?
-Oh, no, he doesn't love her, trust me. -Oh.
[reporters clamoring] Minister!
[in Zulu] Minister Zungu, didn't you say you'd have Shabane caught by Christmas?
-[in English] I did not. -The man you appointed, Oosthuizen,
said Christmas, so…
[ominous music plays]
It is true that Shabane is still uncaught,
but I've got some of my best people working on this case,
and this will end before your mother has enough time
to take down her Christmas decorations.
Thank you.
[reporters clamoring] Minister!
That's all for today.
Well? Where is he?
I'm sorry, sir, I tried to reach him.
-Sekoati? -Also.
Both their phones are off, and--
What kind of a shit show are you running here?
Find Sekoati, find Oosthuizen!
And tell them, either they bring Shabane here,
or trust me, Captain, I will deliver on my threat.
-Yes, sir. -[clicks tongue]
[music fades]
[gentle music plays]
Did you make those planes with your son?
Yes.
Does your son live with your wife?
[sighs]
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pry.
My boy died in a car crash.
I was the driver.
I was tired,
working long hours, too long.
[in Afrikaans] Oh, Sakkie, I'm sorry.
[in English] A child dies once,
a father dies that day, and every day after.
I know what you mean.
I will miss my father every single day for the rest of my life.
Sakkie, this job…
Why do we do this?
I mean, we're not getting anywhere.
Because if we don't, your father and my boy died for nothing.
We carry on.
As long as it takes, we don't give up.
Okay?
So…
you say Shabane doesn't love this woman,
-Pearl? -Mm-mm.
-And does she know he doesn't love her? -Yeah.
Then maybe she knows who he does love.
[thunder rumbling]
-[ominous music plays] -[knocking at window]
[man] Lesedi.
[music softens]
[Pearl in Sotho] You guys really think I'm mad, hey?
You think I'll work with you after everything you did already.
[Sekoati] Answer the question.
-[in English] It's that simple. -And it's that simple, Thato,
that you must understand that I was the girl that he used to fuck.
I'm the girl that he fucked over,
and then you guys came and fucked me better than he's ever--
[in Sotho] Okay. Never mind.
[in English] Either we find him, or the minister will.
Zungu wants him dead.
[grunts softly]
[in Sotho] He gave her his love and money.
[in English] What's her name?
I'm sorry for you guys. I don't know what her name is.
She's a nursery school teacher.
That's all I know.
[door closes]
[in Tswana] What do you want from me?
[in Zulu] I want you to understand that…
[in English] I do understand.
The first time you went away, you had no choice.
But when you came back, you had a choice, and you chose to be this man.
But they broke their promises.
Yes… you were a soldier and a fighter…
["Ngwana Wa Kgaetsedi" by Philip Tabane plays]
…but what you became is what you are.
A thief and a killer.
I just wish you'd…
[in Zulu] …told me about my son.
[in English] Would it have changed anything? Be honest.
You chose all of this over me.
Would it have made a difference if you knew about Themba?
[coughing]
[in Zulu] I'm sorry, I have to go before--
[Lesedi in English] Again?
You said it yourself.
I've made bad choices.
[in Zulu] The doctor would agree with you.
Even if I run…
I'll be with my mom soon.
-[in English] Oh, Alex, I-- -[in Zulu] No, I don't want your pity.
[in English] Then what should I do?
[in Zulu] Everything you said is true.
I don't deserve you or my son.
But one thing I know is that I love you, Lesedi.
And I always will.
[in English] I just wanted-- [coughs]
[coughing]
[song fades]
[Sakkie] Oh…
[intriguing music plays]
[Sakkie snaps fingers]
Uh…
Sakkie?
[sputtering] Uh, the boy, the one you think he shot…
[Sekoati] Thulani?
Him, yes.
His aunt visited him in prison.
He doesn't have an aunt.
[Sekoati] So, who's the woman who went to visit him in prison?
And what's the bet she's a teacher?
[dramatic music plays]
We need to go in quiet.
He won't come quiet.
-His son is in the house. -The woman too.
Still, we need back-up.
No, just us. Nobody else.
You people must stand down.
I'll handle it.
-But, sir, we-- -Detective!
Do I look like a man asking for a fucking opinion?
[Sekoati] Captain, there are innocent people in that house.
[Joubert] What the fuck? Shabane is a dead man.
[Sakkie sighs]
[in Zulu] I should have brought the boy something.
[in English] This one is from his father.
His father never forgets Christmas or his birthday.
At least this year it will be different.
[in Tswana] His father can give it to him himself.
[in Zulu] It's all pointless, Lesedi.
How will it help to have his father come and then leave again?
I don't want him to be like me.
[Alex coughs]
[in English] You sure?
-Alex, I-- -[Themba] Mama.
Good morning, my boy.
[in Tswana] Do you still remember Uncle Alex?
[in Zulu] Hello.
-How are you, boy? -I'm well.
[in Tswana] Uncle Alex came to visit for Christmas.
He brought you a present.
Oh.
[Alex chuckles]
[in Zulu] Do you like football?
[gasps]
-Look, Mom! It's the one I wanted! -[chuckles]
[in English] What do you say to Uncle Alex?
-[in Zulu] Thank you so much, Uncle. -You're welcome.
[in English] Pirates forever.
[in Zulu] There you go. [chuckles]
[Sekoati in English] Yes, Lesedi Matshe. Have you got a number for her?
Oh, thank God. Two…
Yes.
All right.
[in Sotho] Thank you.
-[in English] Got it? -Yeah.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Lesedi, listen to me. You need to get out of there right now.
[in Sotho] Zungu and his men are coming for Shabane!
[ominous music plays]
[in English] Lesedi? Lesedi?
Lesedi?
[officer 1] Breach!
Move, move, move, move!
-Clear! Move! -[officer 2] Move, move!
Clear!
[officers] Clear! Move!
Check the back! Woman and child in the house.
Suspect not present.
[officers] Secure the perimeter! He's not here!
[music building]
-Hey, you there! Freeze! -[woman screams]
[intense music plays]
[woman screams]
[shots hitting car]
[tires squealing]
[suspenseful music plays]
[helicopter whirring]
[tires squealing]
[helicopter whirring]
[groans]
[helicopter whirring overhead]
-[both moaning] -[phone ringing]
-Yeah? -[Alex] Vincent!
Snakebite! Snakebite!
-[phone beeps] -[in Zulu] Boss!
[sirens wailing]
[car engine sputters]
[in English] Come on!
-Fuck! -[emergency brake clicks]
[suspenseful music continues]
[sirens wailing]
[officer] Go, go, go!
[Vincent exclaims]
[explosion rumbles]
[solemn music plays]
[explosion rumbles]
[glass shattering]
[panting]
[music fading]
[Zungu] So you think I'm a bloody fool? Huh?
I know that this call came from this office.
Do you think we won't be able to trace it?
I made the call.
Detective, your badge.
No. Detective Oosthuizen didn't make the call.
I did.
[sputtering] It-- It wasn't her, sir. It was me.
No. No, no, it was me… It was me, Minister, honestly.
I-- I made the call from that phone over there.
[chuckles]
I'm going to see all of you in jail for this.
[barking, snarling]
[metal clatters]
[panting]
[somber music plays]
[gasps]
[groans]
[pants]
-[in Zulu] It's okay, son. -[grunting]
[music fading]
[Khumalo sighs]
-[in English] Thank you. -Maybe I can work as a traffic cop.
Joubert, my friend, even you are not dumb enough for that.
-Well, if I keep drinking? -[Khumalo] You see, there, that's a plan.
-[Joubert] To dead soldiers. -[Khumalo] To dead soldiers.
[sighs]
You did your father proud today.
[solemn music plays]
[phone ringing]
[Sakkie sighs]
[Khumalo] Top up.
[Sakkie] Oosthuizen.
[solemn music continues]
[knocking at door]
-[in Sotho] Hello. -Hi.
[in English] It's just us.
Here.
[gentle, haunting music plays]
[chuckling]
[Alex coughs]
Oosthuizen.
Shabane.
Merry Christmas, sir.
Sekoati.
[Alex moans, chuckles]
Did I die and go to heaven?
Alex Shabane, I'm arresting you on suspicion of various crimes,
including murder, armed robbery, and aggravated assault.
You have the right to remain silent.
Congratulations.
[Sekoati] Any information you're giving willingly may be used in court.
Ladies and gentlemen, Detective Sekoati.
[people cheer]
[music continues]
[in slang] Hey, Shabane.
Themba Shabane.
[music continues]
[sobbing]
[music continues]