01x06 - Episode 6

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Hello, Mr. Sifiso.

My name is Khanyi.

Please come inside.

Thank you.

I remember you as a little girl.

Looking after you in the sugarcane fields.

I remember you.

Come to think of it,

your family trusted me
more than anyone else.

Do you have medicine
to apply on your wounds?

No.

What happened?

I told him everything.

I told him that I didn't see any one.

All I heard was a g*nsh*t.

Which is why I called the police.

I realized that something
was definitely wrong.

Who did you speak to?

Your brother.

Mandla?

Yes.

He did this to you?

What do we do now?

I don't know.

All I know is that
someone k*lled my father.

In a brutal manner.

They wanted to t*rture him.

Don't you think that maybe Mandla did it?

Sifiso looks traumatized.

It's not Mandla.

But he's not a m*rder*r.

Let's get him some medication, please.

They just left his house.

Yes, they spoke to him
for about ten to fifteen minutes.

Well done, Nkanyamba. Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

You're in Dad's office.

Khanyisile.

What do you really want?

You attacked Sifiso Mbaweni.

- Who?
- Sif...

You know who I'm talking about.

The security guard who was on duty
when Dad was k*lled.

Tell me,

you didn't find it strange
that he wasn't around when Dad was k*lled?

Granted, but did you see his face?

Fine, I'll send him something
to treat his wounds,

but right now we have bigger problems.

You know what, Brother?

You're heartless.

While you're running around
playing detective,

the company is sinking.

Do you even know what's happening?

We haven't made a single delivery today.

I know.

You're in over your head.

I know how to move sugarcane.

Fine, try.

Give it a shot, let's see.

But if you fail, you must admit
that you can't run this company.

Then you take your a*s back to Cape Town.

But if I manage to solve this problem

you will resign from this company
and watch me run it.

Mrs. Lethu Hadebe?

This house is not for sale.

That's not a problem.

I'm a locations scout,
and I work for a production house.

What's that?

We make movies.

So when I saw your house I just thought,
this is the perfect place for us to sh**t.

Do you mind if I have a look inside?

Uh-uh, I don't know anything about movies.

That's my husband.

He was a doctor.

It hasn't even been a year
since his passing.

He liked to do everything himself.

Even our garden, if you'd like to see it.

My husband loved his garden,

he cared for it like one of his patients.

Now I'm the one who has to look after it.

By yourself?

What can I do?

The money has dried up and I'm unemployed.

Have a seat.

With the little I have,
I have to spend it wisely.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hadebe.

Thank you.

Tell me more about this movie.

It sounds exciting.

Young lady,

this house is my husband's house.

He lived here with his family
until the day he died.

Therefore, I'm not selling.

But Mrs. Hadebe
could I at least make you an offer?

We're done.

You may go now.

Mom!

That's my son.

Don't mention anything about

- wanting to buy the house.
- Mom! Where's the food?

Who's this?

She wants to hire the house for a movie.

How much are they paying?

I'm the one you need to talk to, not her.

I want the money in cash,
as soon as possible.

Actually, Thuli was on her way out.

I want it as soon as possible.

I'm sorry, Dad, but she's not interested
in selling her house.

We have to find another way.

What about her son?

He's waiting for his mother to die

so he can enjoy his inheritance in peace.

He's smart.

Dad,

I'm sorry I couldn't get the house.

I know how much you wanted it.

Fine, I'll take a look.

Nkanyamba.

Listen, I have an urgent job for you.

It's quite a delicate one.

The situation is intensifying
at Spear Industries.

As you can see
the workers are still striking.

They are refusing any shipments to go
in or out. They police have been notified...

Please arrange a meeting
with the union leaders.

The woman is clean.

What about her son?

Philane is a useless, unemployed
freeloader and a school dropout.

He has a gambling problem,
and he's violent.

Last year he spent six months in jail

on charge of as*ault with a deadly weapon.

All right.

That's what we'll use.

Yes, sir.

We're fighting for our rights

We're fighting for our rights
We're fighting for our rights

Khanyi!

Let him through.

We're fighting for our rights

-No, no
-Just one question, Khanyi!

-No, no
-Khanyi!

No, no

We're fighting for
We're fighting for our rights

But I asked to see
the union representative.

Yeah, Buhle is leading the strike.

She's here on behalf of the drivers.

Buhle's father was
a prominent member of the organization.

And I would like to talk to
the CEO of Spear, not you.

Gatsheni, my father.

Not your father.

Let's all take a seat.

My father cared about the rights
of the workers and meeting their needs.

What happened to
your father, Buhle, is tragic.

You're right.

Listen, not a single driver is getting on
a Spear truck before we get what we want.

What we really want, ma'am,
is permanent employment contracts.

I've worked here for five years,

but, to this day,
I'm still signing contracts.

We also want to be protected.

I spoke to the other drivers.

They want assurance that their families
will be protected should anything happen.

- Yeah.
- We will take care of your family.

Not just us, all of the drivers.

Hang on.

Be reasonable, please.

Were the dogs
who k*lled my father reasonable?

Let's all calm down.

Our drivers, do they have life insurance?

We don't have any insurance.

You know, we are not obligated
to pay contract workers any UIF.

We would have to give it
to all Spear workers.

That would bring us more problems,
more strikes,

which would put us under more pressure.

Dumisani, please give me
a minute with Zakhele and Buhle.

I'm the CFO.

Please consider what I've said.

I will.

You know, Auntie,

we need a solution that
will help the drivers in the long run.

That is the best solution for this.

I agree with you.

It makes me very happy
to see you fighting for worker's rights.

Especially you, Zakhele.

It shows that they trust you.

Buhle.

I admire that you're fighting
for your father's legacy.

So am I.

I'm begging you,

please convince the drivers

to off-load their shipments
to the nearest rail station.

Away from the gangsters
blocking the highways.

Auntie, no.

- That's Grandpa's bracelet.
- Yes.

It's one of the very few things
Dad left for me.

After I give you what you want,

you will give this back to me.

I will give you and all the deserving
drivers what you're asking for.

Bull's-eye!

You idiot. You missed!

That was terrible.

Bring me one beer.

Give me one second, bro.

I was hoping to find someone
I could compete with in a game of pool.

You played a terrible game. Look.

I'm looking at two idiots.
That was nonsense.

Hey! Go away, you piece of sh*t.

- Piss off!
- What did you say? What?

You're hurting me, bro.

Repeat your words.
Do you have something else to say?

Piss off!

You're hurting...
Let go of me! What did I do?

You're hurting me. Let me go.

Officers, wait.

What g*n? I don't have a g*n.

Someone else must have planted it there.

That's not my g*n!

It's not...

Thank you.

Ma'am.

Hello.

Ma'am,
I wanted to let you know that your son

said he was going to
blow my brains out today.

- Look, ma'am. Just look at this.
- Goodness.

Wow.

I don't know
what to do with this child anymore.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid
your apology doesn't help me at all.

I'm going to sue your son
until he can't even afford underwear.

Please, sir.

This child was raised well.

I don't know what's gotten into him.

Is there anything I can do?

Otherwise, they'll send him back to jail.

Maybe there is something we can do.

I would appreciate that very much.

- Yes, ma'am.
- I'd be grateful.

Khanyi, please have a seat.

I've made my decision.

Mandla will run Spear.

You're making a mistake, Mom.

Mandla knows how to run the business.

He's in too deep.

He won't be able to run things
the way Dad wanted.

You left us, right? Abandoned us.

You turned your back on us, Khanyi.

I'm wondering,
what is fueling your fight so much?

I want to protect my father's legacy.

It doesn't matter now, Mom.

You've made your decision.

There's nothing more I can do.

I'm going to Dad's grave.
I want to say goodbye.

Gatsheni.

Boyabenyathi.

It looks like
the strike has come to an end.

We were able to make deliveries today.

What did I say?

I told you Mandla was the right person
for this position.

Is there something you want to say?

He played his part, there's no doubt.

No, Vusi, talk.
What are you trying to say?

Actually, it was Khanyisile
who spoke to the workers.

What about today's deliveries?

She transported them by railway.

Dad, I tried.

But I'm failing.

I don't know
what I was trying to achieve, Gatsheni.

Maybe...

I don't know, Dad.
Maybe I was trying to change history.

I wonder how she pulled that off.

She gave them Gatsheni's bracelet
to hold on to

to prove that she will keep her promise.

She's very smart. She's earned my respect.