01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

-(tense music)
-(grunting)

(indistinct chatter)

-(grunts)
-(blade clanks)

(both grunting)

(indistinct shouting)

-(yells)
-Easy!

Tell your men to stay back.

(Thobela) Get back!

Okay, okay! We are relaxed.

So, now. Where to from here?

You know what I want.

I cannot help you
with the Jacob boy.

You won't find
what happened to him.

(Madison panting)

But I can give you something else.

(Thobela in Zulu)
Speak up.

The white boys,
the ones that you wanted.

Their father was arrested
yesterday.

(in English)
Arrested? Why, for what?

I don't know.
But the money has dried up.

So there's no more protection
for those boys.

You can continue what you started.

You. He drives us.

-You take me where I need to go.
-Okay.

Then this can end.

(Madison) Okay. Okay.

Okay.

(Thobela) How do I know
this is not a trap?

(Madison) I tried k*lling you
twice already, umzingeli.

It has not gone
that very well for me.

Remember?

Enjoy yourself.

(Madison)
And good hunting, umzingeli.

(car door closes)

(eerie music)

(blade rasps)

(gulps)

(breathes shakily)

(Thobela) Kneel down. Slowly.

Please don't, I can't...

(Thobela) I said kneel down.

(Xander mutters)

(Xander) I am so sorry.

I didn't mean to...

I didn't mean to k*ll that boy.

-That kid...
-(Thobela) His name was Xola.

I shouldn't have.
(sobbing)

(sobbing)

(tense music intensifies)

(tense music stops)

(sobbing)

(plane engine whooshing)

(gentle music)

(Ben) Howzit? D'you know
where recycling is around here?

You're detective, work it out.

Anyway. For you.

Bobotie.

Just wash the dish
when you're done.

(chuckles)

(tense music)

(car approaching)

Jeez. What is that?

Sympathy casserole. You want some?

Is it vegan?

I'm sorry, it looks delicious.

(Mbali) That's what they've found
so far.

But they're still digging.

So what,
some gangster's dumping ground?

(Mbali) Size, shape and
the weight of the ones in plastic

suggest they're men, ja.

(Ben) And the carpet?

Uh, the body's decayed worse
than the others but, um...

they, uh, they think it's a kid.

I wanna go see what that prick
Keyter has to say for himself.

We'll go in together.

Here in Hou Moed,
police have discovered

multiple bodies buried beneath
a derelict farm.

Forensic investigators are
currently combing the scene,

for clues, working
on identifying the victims.

At present, police have not
issued any official statement,

neither have they confirmed
any suspects.

# 'Cause I'm a woman
Of my own damn mind #

("Woman of My Own Damn Mind"
by Cindy Louise playing)

# I'm a woman
Of my own damn mind #

You're mommy's big girl, right?

# I'm a woman
Of my own damn mind #

# Yeah #

# I'm a woman of my own #

# Damn mind #

-What's on the menu?
-A raw food experience.

Cooker's finally given up,

damn repair guy won't
set a time, so...

We're going steak tartare,
sashimi, ceviche...

Sit.

Did you know applying heat
to an ingredient

removes half its nutrients?

I didn't know that, no.

Well, I saw it
on a documentary once.

Must be true.

Be honest if you hate it.

It's delicious.

(chuckles softly)

I'm sorry. Okay?

The other night, I was harsh...

I was angry.

(Anton sighs)

I didn't know where you'd gone,
or who you were with.

I need us to be solid.

The next few days might
get a bit choppy for me.

I want you both to move in, today.

So I can keep you safe.

I see they found your little farm.

What do you mean?

What I mean is that I would
never let my baby girl

live with a psycho like you...

(Christine gasps)

I don't know if you like
tugging my ba*ls until they snap,

or you're just plain stupid,

but you're down
to your last f*cking chance.

Go tidy yourself up.

(coughs)

(Christine gasps)

(purse clanks)

(sighs)

(dramatic music)

(clatters)

(heels clacking)

Christine?

(door opens)

(door closes)

Christine!

(exhales angrily)

(keypad clacking)

(line beeps)

(eerie music)

(train chugging)

(train horn honking)

(suspenseful music)

(phone buzzing)

(driver) Which house is it?

Just here, thanks.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Sonia, she's gone.

(both sobbing)

(tense music stings)

(Mbali) Jamie.

Jamie.

(Benny) What happens
when you need a piss, bru?

(Jamie sighs)

Is it like a bedpan situation,
or something?

Benny, I can explain...

You see, Mbali's babysitting me,
cause she thinks

-if I ask you what I'm gonna ask...
-Cliffy it wasn't me...

Don't you say his f*cking name,
you two faced little sh*t!

(Mbali) Hey, calm down.

I had nothing,
nothing to do with Cliffy.

I was in the car, same as you.

Think about it, why would
I get them to do it then? Huh?

You want to know
how we figured it out?

It was your dumb car.
Your pal, Johan Reyneke.

(Mbali) His name was
all over the lease.

Two Oh Four.

Get me into witness protection,
I'll tell you everything I know.

I feel like a coffee, Mbali.
What do you think?

Ah, are you thirsty?
I'll be twenty minutes.

-I'll take my time.
-Perfect.

Okay, okay, okay, wait, wait.

Remember my ex, Michelle?

One who left me for that dorse.

I was acting jas,
couldn't eat, couldn't sleep,

I heard about this guy.

He said he could...
mess him up, scare him away.

Not that it worked.

Still going strong two years later.

Yeah. Yeah. This guy.
Was it Reyneke?

He found out I was a cop.
He had me over a barrel.

Just a little blackmail made you
wanna take a pop at me bru, eh?

Hurts my feelings, Jamie.

-Jamie!
-It was the f*cking kid, okay?

He called.

Reyneke, middle of the night,
last December.

I did the odd bits for him,
cash, or gifts,

whatever but never...

This was an emergency.

Reyneke, he...
(stammers)

He needed me to go out
to Devil's Peak.

In a cop car,
one that wouldn't get stopped.

He had a...

he had a body to get rid of.

In the carpet.

He said he knew of a place,
that no one would find it.

So I drove.
I drove in to that farm.

And then...

and then I helped...

bury the kid.

The one that you're looking for.

So Reyneke did k*ll Jacob Ka Mlawu?

It was one of his clients. New guy.

Didn't get his name.

Just said he would never
work for the prick again.

Was that what was in the safe?
The names of his clients?

His cops.

The ones on his payroll,
the one that worked for him,

and the ones who are more...
freelance.

Freelance?
Is that what you're calling it?

I panicked, Ben.

-Okay, I'm sorry.
-Who else is on the list, Jamie?

If it wasn't you,
who got Cliffy k*lled?

They'll... they'll k*ll me.

They will.

I need wit pro.

You get me that, I'll... I'll...

I'll start remembering some names.

(Jamie) Ben...

Jeez Jamie.

You duffed it, bru.

(emotional music)

(Constable)
Miss Van Rooyen? Miss Van Rooyen?

Christine.

Mm.

(Christine hesitates)

His name is Anton Heidt.

He's been threatening us.

And the stuff at Hou Moed,
and the bodies at that farm.

He knows that I could talk,
so now he's taken her.

So just please,
just please, please help us.

I'm gonna make a phone call.

(in Afrikaans)
I am so sorry, Mommy.

(in Afrikaans)
It will be alright.

(sniffles, sighs)

(Christine sighs)

(doorbell rings)

(doorbell rings constantly)

(knocks on door)

(Anton) Do you have a warrant?

(officer) There you go.

(Anton sighs)

(sighs)
Can I get dressed at least?

f*ck you.

(Mbali) Did you see
this email from SIU?

They say a 145k
was sent from Rooiblaar

to a company they think
could connect to Reyneke.

It was paid two days
after Jacob was taken.

(Benny) So, if we find the owner
for Rooiblaar...

maybe we know
where the k*ller's heading next.

(Mbali) Maybe.

But, there's just one thing...

(clears throat)

Sorry. Thirsty.

Why the carpet?

The other bodies were in plastic,

but Jacob was rolled
up in carpet, why?

Ja. Let's just let forensics
do their thing,

see what other IDs
they can kick up.

Ja, sure.

Do you want me to, uh,
speak to the mother?

No. No, I'll do that. Thank you.

-You can focus on this.
-Sure thing, boss.

Hey guys, we give you phones
so you can answer them!

-(Mbali) No this is my phone.
-You give us phones?

That's not the...

A woman down in Mitchell's Plain
claims that Anton flippin' Heidt

tried to k*ll her on that farm.

Say's he took her daughter
just to keep her quiet.

He's in the pigpen right now.

Or we could just stand here.

Let's go!

(door closes)

(Anton) You've got the wrong room.

Kids club's down the hall,
on your left.

I want my lawyer.

Eugene De Klerk,
I told your colleague to call...

Excuse me, are you listening?

I don't have to talk without him.

Okay.

This is bullshit. This...

Who the f*ck are you, anyway, huh?

I don't have the kid.

I would never hurt Sonia,
that b*tch is lying to you.

-She's trying to set me up.
-Why?

Well, you're the detective,
aren't you?

So I'm told.

What I'm not is
a forensic pathologist.

Those are the guys who found
the blood in your bathroom.

That's an exact DNA match
to the missing Sonia van Rooyen.

That's not possible.

(Benny) You see, us detectives...

We figure out why someone
like you would say that

you would never hurt a child,
all while using a place like this

to hide bodies like these.

And a boy like him.

I'm not saying another word
till my lawyer gets here.

I know.

(dramatic music)

(Eugene De Klerk)
Detective Griessel.

-Anton.
-About f*cking time. Hmm?

I'm told that a kid's blood
has been found in my house.

On top of that,
I am also responsible...

for the death of this little boy.

I assume you don't know
anything about what happened

to this boy?

I confirm my client knows
nothing about what happened

to this boy.

Detective?

You and I should have a quiet word.

Your office, perhaps?

(chair rasps)

(background chatter)

Police stations depress me.

Honestly, I don't know
how you brave men

and women in blue can stand it.

-Stand what?
-The light, mostly.

So many bare fluorescent bulbs.
Can't be good for morale.

-It's sickly, you know?
-We get by.

You'd have thought
they'd spend a few bucks more

making you comfortable.

Mr De Klerk,
before you start your whole bit,

-we have your client with...
-(Eugene) Circumstantial evidence,

that I've already had one
pathologist look at and conclude

in writing, you see,
that the exact date and time

of the blood spill is unverified.

It's his girlfriend's kid.

She might of had a nosebleed,
a scraped knee.

You know what children are like.

Well, we have a witness testimony.

That's enough
to keep him for at least...

Another forty eight hours, yes,
I did think you'd try that one.

Christine van Rooyen.
Professional...

what would you say, um, escort?

Attends parties, charms men.
Perhaps you know the type.

Most judges certainly would.

And then Mr Heidt's alibi.

Two chaps from home security,
and a third from a close friend.

Outstanding golfer.

The pair played nine holes,
after Ms Van Rooyen ran off.

You don't have
to read them all now of course.

But they will check out.

So how much did all
this cost you, eh?

You people are a disgrace.

Your daughter has your eyes.

Look, I understand my client
might have information pertinent

to an on-going
criminal investigation,

so how's this?

You let him leave with me,
I'll have him sign a release,

he won't leave the country.

It's the best chance we have
of getting him to cooperate.

Get the f*ck out.

I'll see you, or preferably one
of your superiors, down there.

In the meantime, good luck.

I hear you've got
a serial k*ller to catch.

(suspenseful music)

(male reporter) Mr Heidt,
over here, sir.

-Mr Heidt.
-(overlapping chatter)

(overlapping chatter on TV)

(exhales heavily)

f*ck!

(foreboding music)

(exhales heavily)

Just, just let me make a call.

(Ilhaam) Okay.

(Christine) Can I speak to
Hannah Griessel, please?

(speaking Xhosa)

(in English)
So whatever it is...

(speaking Xhosa)

(in English)
How do you know it's him?

Our pathologists are
confirming through DNA sampling,

but a suspect we had
in custody told us.

I am so sorry.

-(Sammy) Susa.
-Sammy.

-Who's this?
-Go inside. Go inside.

(speaking Xhosa)

(in English) His body was found
on a farm, near Hou...

(speaking Xhosa)

(running footsteps)

-Susa, I want the ice cream!
-(speaking Xhosa)

-(Sammy crying)
-(in English) Go inside.

(in English)
We are pursuing several lines of...

Tell me something,
give me a name, anything!

I have spent so many months,
nights alone.

(speaking Xhosa)

(in English)
Crying for something, anything.

And now you come here
and you ask me to wait again?

Tell me, detective.
How you understand my pain?

I, uh...

(emotional music)

(emotional music continues)

(phone buzzes)

(clears throat)

Hey, is everything okay?
Is Carla fine?

(Anna) Yeah. Carla's fine, just...

Look, we received a call
from Christine Van Rooyen.

She says that she wants to give
her story for tonight's edition.

Says she doesn't feel safe,

she doesn't trust SAPS
to keep her safe.

Yeah. That'll be Heidt getting out.

Jesus, already? How?

(Benny) Oh... Usual lawyer sh*t.

Wait. Why did she call you guys?

(Anna) She said it's because I've
been writing about missing kids.

(suspenseful music)

-Can you take the story?
-It's gonna be a smear piece.

I'll get someone else to take it.

I just thought you'd want to know.

Just trust me.

I'm gonna come with you
to talk to her.

Try and convince her
we're not all completely useless.

(suspenseful music)

(Benny) Boys. Not enough pencils
for you to push at the station?

Man, you know, we just land
where management throws us.

Keeping watch,
in case anyone tries anything.

(Benny) Good, well...

What does that say?
Cruywagen, Otto.

Glad I know
whose fault it is if they do.

-(taps car)
-You boys, take the night off.

I've got this.

-(Anna) Hey.
-(Benny) Hey, listen.

Just...

Thank you for calling.

-You didn't have to.
-I know.

But, I got you.

Hi.

-Who's this?
-It's my husband, Benny Griessel.

He's a detective,
he knows about your case.

I thought he might be able to help.

Didn't you see?
SAPS already sent their finest,

most corrupt men.

Do you know those guys?

They work for Anton.

They tried to k*ll me.

Do you have any proof?

I'll give their names to APS.

(Christine) So if they found my
daughter's blood at his house,

how could he be freed?

Do you know
that he said he would k*ll her.

My mother was there,
she can confirm it.

Did he have anyone else there?

It's their word against yours.

So do you have anything else
that can prove it was

Anton Heidt who took your daughter?

She's dead, isn't she?

There's not enough evidence
to say that...

We've got some good detectives
going through CCTV,

witnesses, traffic cameras,
all looking for Sonia...

We all know who Anton Heidt is.

(Christine)
I know what he does to people.

I should've protected her.

But I couldn't.

'Cause no one can make him stop.

-It'll be me next.
-(Anna) He's not going to hurt you.

Hey, you have to hear me.

(Christine) Don't you see that's
why I need you to write the story.

Because, if everyone knew
who he really was,

and then something happened
to me, they'd know.

Everyone would know
that it was him who did it.

Benny?

-Is everything okay?
-Listen, I think you're right.

It's not a good look for us,
but it's the best

way of keeping you safe.

She's the best journalist I know.

So tell her everything
you want her to hear.

Leave the rest to me.

Whoever did
this won't get away with it.

-I can promise you that.
-Okay.

(exhales)
Thank you.

Come on.

What're you thinking?

I'm thinking what we'd be
like if someone touched Carla.

You think she's holding back?

Benny?

I think she's right.
Run the story. Keep her safe.

We found Jacob Ka Mlawu's body
at that farm.

So I'd mention that too.

The Colonel's gonna hate it.
Tell him I said sorry.

Yeah.

(engine starts)

(door closes)

(knocks on door)

No rest for the wicked?

How're you... how're you feeling?

Uh, well.
(chuckles dryly)

You know that feeling?

The one where you think
you're on a date

and then you get stabbed?

Uh, yeah, I'm sorry.

I believe you're sorry.

But I don't believe
that's why you're here.

I take it you found
out about Xander Weiss's father?

Yes.

Okay, so how did he come
to be arrested?

I managed to track down
the petrol station attendant.

SAPS got him to confess,
on the record that

-Joey Weiss was paying hush money.
-Mm.

He's in on bribery
and corruption charges.

He's going
to pay for what his son did.

(sighs)

You thought
that the system had failed.

That we'd given up. Right?

Thobela, I asked you to trust me.

I asked you to wait.

I asked you to do something
good with your pain...

I did. I have been.

You think
what you're doing is good?

That's righteous?

And you? You think you...
(stutters)

You think that helping
the parents with this.

They just wait, they wait years.
And nothing gets done?

Nothing? Get out.

Get out!

(emotional music)

This is fantastic.

Van Rooyen alleges stunning
incompetence from the SAPS.

That's the headline, surely?

(scoffs)

(clock ticking)

(muffled screaming)

It was delicious.

Look, I know
what you're going through.

My husband left me
twenty years ago.

Happiest I've ever been.

Good to know. Thanks.

-Wanna get high?
-Still a cop.

(woman giggles in distance)

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

(Thobela)
Hey, give me that cigarette.

What you looking at, eh?

Don't want any trouble here.

(Thobela grunts)

(man chuckles)
Get up, man.

(emotional music continues)

-(exhales)
-(tap closes)

(deep inhale)

(sighs)

-Check out. Room eighteen please.
-(woman) Of course, sir.

Um, we'll have to bill you
for the remaining days.

-That's fine.
-Alright.

And are you going
anywhere nice after this?

(keyboard clacking)

-Can I see this?
-Sir.

(tense music)

(keyboard clacking)

(mouse clicking)

(Benny) Let's get this down to

Doctor Mbombo
down at Salt River, okay?

I need a DNA check. Thanks.

(Themba) You...

you, my man,
are a f*cking arsehole,

is what you are.

Them, she's not exactly asking
me for feedback right now...

Benny, don't.
Okay, I'm not an idiot.

Did you think I wouldn't see
what you were doing, eh?

Anton Heidt brought
Ms Van Rooyen to the same farm

where unconfirmed reports say
police found the body

of the missing Jacob Ka Mlawu.

Lekker, hey?
That's not public knowledge!

We don't have evidence
linking Heidt to the boy.

You're trying
to lure the assegai k*ller out.

Ja.

And using Anton Heidt as bait.

Look, we know the guy's motive.

Okay, we know Heidt's a slippery
piece of sh*t, I mean,

how long has his gevreet being
staring down from your wall?

And so what?
We set a k*ller after him?

Are you hearing yourself, man?

What you're doing is
basically entrapment.

We'll have a surveillance
team stationed outside...

We have to!

They're already
a whole bunch of protestors

outside Heidt's house!

Sorry, this is sloppy and reckless,

and we're meant
to be better than this.

If it all goes wrong, it's on you.

Thanks for the coffee.

-(whistles)
-Who's this, huh?

-Huh, no one.
-Go check.

(suspenseful music)

He's going. He's going!

(suspenseful music rises)

Hey!

(panting)

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

(in Dutch)
What's going on, Chris?

Are you still alone? Can you talk?

Um, my mom's in the other room,
but yes, I can... I can talk.

-Who's this?
-(Thobela) I saw your story.

In the newspaper.

I think I may be able to help.

You're him.
You're the assegai k*ller.

(Thobela) Anton Heidt is...

is he responsible for
the death of the boy Jacob?

Um, I don't know. I mean,
he's everywhere, it's possible.

It's okay.

It's okay. Just tell me
about your daughter.

Are you sure he's the one
who took her?

Hello?

Hello, hello, Christine.
Are you still there?

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure it was him.
(sobs)

-I don't know where she is.
-It's okay.

(Christine) Or if she's even alive.

It's okay. It's okay.

Listen, he's being watched now.

Police, security high wall
surround him.

But you know him.

Is there any way
to get him outside?

No. No, there's no way
to get him outside.

But...

I might have a way to get you in.

(Benny) It's just coke, bru.

(Boef) The Coroner came
in on one of the other bodies.

Pallance Khomo.

Hitman for the twenty eights,
missing for two years.

Tortured before he died.

I'm sure Heidt would've
been surprised to hear

about that too.

What about Keyter,
did he say anything useful?

That doos wants wit pro before
he'll give us any more names.

And he swore it wasn't him, but...

I'm willing to bet that Cliffy died
'cause of that dip sh*t.

f*ck this place sometimes.

I heard Genge chewed
you out earlier.

No. He's right. It was dumb.

So you got a little inventive.

You know, they want results,
but then it's...

You must follow every single rule.

Sometimes they gotta pick, man.

The question is,

are you gonna stand
around here moping,

or are we gonna do something?

Genge doesn't want me
anywhere near Heidt's place.

Well...

Like I said.

Like you said.

I told you it was just coke, bru.

Wouldn't blame you if it wasn't.

I'm coming with.

Don't bother lying.

I get it, I won't tell Genge
where we're going.

I just wanna help.

You sure?

No. But who knows
if we ever find anything

on Heidt that sticks.

At least this way,
we're doing something.

So let's go.

(protestors yelling and chanting)

Justice for Jacob!
Justice for Jacob!

Justice for Jacob!
Justice for Jacob!

(Anton)
You need to make this right.

I don't care how it's done,
but whatever it costs you...

No, no, no. This is our problem,
you do not get...

Listen, listen to this sh*t.

(protestors yelling and chanting)

What are these people
doing outside of my house?

What are we gonna do about...

(scoffs)

Well, if you don't help me,
I'm gonna tell them

-exactly how the...
-Mr Heidt, sir?

The repairman for the oven's
gonna be here in about 15 minutes...

Do I look like I give a f*ck
about a f*cking cooker right now?

Handle it!

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

(protestors continue yelling)

-You think he's one of them?
-No.

How do you know this will work?

I don't.

Maybe he's dead.

Maybe he's out of town, maybe
he hasn't thought about Jacob

since he left Reyneke's apartment.

But if I was him,

I found out this dickhead
got away with m*rder,

I mean, the guy
the police can't even touch...

Maybe.

You can do a lot with maybe.

(protestors yelling and chanting)

Boef, you seeing this?

Ja, I can't see the driver
but I called up to the house.

They're expecting a handy man.

Whoa, man, they can't let
him just let him in really...

(Boef) Right, just hang on.

Hey!

-Howzit?
-Hi chief.

What're you doing at this property?

Me, I'm here to fix a broken oven.

-You can ask them.
-Okay come.

Izz going to eat my time.

-I've got call out and...
-Boo-hoo, man.

Come on. Get out.

Okay, turn around.

-Put your hands on the vehicle.
-What's the problem?

(grunts)

-(Boef) Copy now?
-Yes, sir.

(Boef) Okay turn around.

Open the door. Open the door.

Okay.
(clears throat)

Stay there.

Right, close it up again.

We do swimming pools also, Chief.

Maybe your uncles aunties
have nice swimming pool.

We can fix things for you.

It was a joke.

(speaking Afrikaans)

(engine starts)

(protestors) Justice!

Thanks, Chief.

Uh, listen, I need you
to run a license plate for me.

-(man) There's your oven.
-Ah.

(Thobela grunts)

Ah...

Justice for Jacob!
Justice for Jacob!

-What are you doing, bru?
-It's not our guy.

He's a handyman, they're
expecting him, they let him in.

(Thobela) Okay

(whistling)

(protestors continues chanting)

Ja, Griessel here.

What?

(protestors continues chanting)

That van was reported
stolen an hour ago.

Go get him back outside,
don't let 'em close the gates.

Go! Find him, move.

(suspenseful music)

(Benny) Mbali, cover the back!

(protestors) Justice!
Justice for Jacob!

-We want justice for Jacob!
-(male protestor) Justice!

(Benny) sh*t.

Send as many guys
as you have spare,

I don't care what it costs.

Because there are protestors
outside my house,

and this is just as much your fault
as it is mine, so get...

I'll call you back.

f*ck!

The b*tch is lying, she set me up.

I'd never touch her girl,
I'm telling you, I didn't take her.

And the boy?

Jacob Ka Mlawu?
They found him on your farm.

That wasn't me,
the others, sure, yeah.

They were gangsters scum,
the boy was...

I can prove it, okay?

I have what you want.

It's all on here.

Everything...

everything you wanna know.

I didn't hurt any kids.

I just wanted to protect them,
that's it.

Christine, her girl, I just...

I just wanted them here with me.

(tense music intensifies)

(Boef) Police!

That way!

(groans)

(both groan)

(breathing heavily)

(grunting)

(Thobela groans)

(Mbali) Hey, stop!

Stop! I order you!

Hey!

(Mbali) Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

(both speaking Xhosa)

(protestors chanting in English)
Save our kids!

(chanting continues)

(protestors clamouring)

(mellow music)

Is there a system here or...

Yeah, um, you start that side,
I'll start this side.

Then we, uh,
we'll meet in the middle.

(Benny grunts)

I figured we might
as well work through the night.

Given were getting fired
in the morning.

(light music)

That's our guy.

That's our guy.

(Benny) Thobela Mpayipheli.

(closing theme music)