01x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

‎[siren wailing]

‎You are a criminal!
‎You are nothing like Mbali!

‎Police, catch him! That criminal!

‎[officer 1] Let's go, let's go!
‎Let's get him!

‎Stop, man!

‎[panting]

‎[grunts]

‎[officer 2] Hey!

‎[grunting, panting]

‎[officer 3] Let's go, guys!
‎He's this way, this way, let's go!

‎-[officer 4] Go, let's get him!
‎-[officer 3] There he is!

‎-Hey! Hey! What's going on?
‎-[officer exclaiming]

‎-[yelps]
‎-Stop! Stop him!

‎[siren wailing]

‎Go, go, go, go!

‎Get him on the other side, the other side!

‎[dog barking]

‎[baby crying]

‎-[whistle blows]
‎-[sirens wailing]

‎-[grunting, groaning]
‎-[officers grunting]

‎[person] ‎My blood...

‎[group] ‎...is my brother's blood.

‎[jail cell door closes]

‎[upbeat music playing]

‎[music continues on headphones]

{\an8}‎[wheels clattering]

{\an8}‎[tires squeal]

{\an8}‎My Lady.

{\an8}‎Meyer's Trustee v. Malan‎ confirms

{\an8}‎that this court has the discretion
‎to declare a witness hostile

‎if his conduct is adverse in demeanor...

‎Objection, My Lady.

‎She called the witness.

‎Now, his answers don't favor her case,
‎but that doesn't make him hostile.

‎Well, I suppose these days in GBV matters,

‎emotional theatrics has replaced
‎proper prosecution.

‎That is enough, Mr. Schultz.

‎Now this?
‎This is a gender-based violence case.

‎The accused is a public figure.

‎The stakes are not only legal,
‎they are societal.

‎The witness's evasion obstructs
‎not only the courts, the legal system,

‎but the truth that the victims
‎are entitled to.

‎Yes, sister!

‎-[court guard] All rise.
‎-[judge clears throat]

‎The accused is found guilty on all counts.

‎Sentencing will reflect
‎the gravity of these crimes

‎and the dignity owed to the victims.

‎[all cheering]

‎[community member, in Zulu] ♪ ‎Oh, Mbali‎ ♪

‎[community members] ♪ ‎Oh, Mbali
‎Those who know her‎ ♪

‎-♪ ‎Have never seen her like this‎ ♪
‎-♪ ‎Oh, Mbali ‎ ♪

‎-[person whistling]
‎-♪ ‎Oh, Mbali ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎Those who know her
‎Have never seen her like this‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎They've never seen her like this‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎They've never seen her like this ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎They've never seen her‎ ♪

‎[person, in English] I must say,
‎you were quite brilliant out there.

‎-[water running] ‎-[chuckles]

‎Thanks. We don't usually have an audience.

‎You in law?

‎Of sorts.

‎The law is in the background
‎of what we do.

‎[sucks teeth]

‎In fact, I think there's a case
‎that you could help us with.

‎Oh, I...

‎I work for the State, so I can't. Sorry.

‎This one's of personal interest.

‎It's your brother.

‎Um...

‎Uh, my-my brother died. He...

‎He-He died 13, 14 years ago. Um...

‎-I don't... I don't understand. Uh...
‎-[door closes]

‎[breathing shakily]

‎["Run Jozi [Godly]" playing]

‎[all cheering]

‎♪ ‎Started from bottom
‎Was rolling around in that Toyota bakkie ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎The summer is ours, I'm hungry for power
‎Gaddhafi Gaddhafi ‎ ♪

‎♪‎ You turn on the tube
‎And all that you see is Versace Versace ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎You go to my school, they can't tell you
‎About Chris Hani Chris Hani ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎This ain't the land of the free
‎No propaganda machine‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎Handle my flag on the screen ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎Then light a candle for 'Dibs
‎Then light a candle for 'Dibs ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎Okay, smoking the jets
‎Smoke, smoking the jets ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎Smoking them like cigarettes
‎Taking it straight to the head ‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎Drinking Select
‎This is the sweetest revenge ‎ ♪

‎Gaz'lam was established
‎to put an end to these drugs.

‎We begged and pleaded with you.

‎You continued with this sh*t of yours.

‎-Sorry, boss.
‎-You want to ruin my day.

‎m*therf*cker. You don't listen.
‎You don't listen.

‎-[inmate 1 groaning]
‎-Hey, Mos! Mos, Mos, Mos!

‎-Come on. Leave the guy alone.
‎-Piss off!

‎[all clamoring]

‎Mos, Mos. Hold on, man.
‎Leave the kid alone.

‎You're being released tomorrow.

‎[clicks tongue]

‎Hey, Gaz'lam continues even tomorrow.

‎-[all] Salute!
‎-It never ends.

‎Even outside of prison,
‎it'll still be there.

‎-[all] Salute!
‎-[inmate 1] Even outside.

‎-[warden] Heads down!
‎-[tapping]

‎Prisoners.

‎Ah, Big Mos.

‎Chief Kilo. Chief King.

‎The famous Moses. Salute, boss.

‎-Salute.
‎-They're waiting for you there.

‎This one is for you.

‎[Moses] Sure.

‎[warden] Heads down!

‎Prisoners.

‎-[Moses] Ah!
‎-[laughter]

‎Look at you.

‎What do you know about Cuban cigars?

‎[chuckles] Forget it.

‎-You are being released.
‎-[chuckles]

‎Uh, but, Moses, on a serious note,
‎my brother...

‎I'm gonna miss you, boy.

‎-Oh, look at him. He's going to cry. Look.
‎-[exclaims, laughs]

‎[inmate 2] He's a big crybaby.

‎-Nah.
‎-You are a crybaby.

‎-Why would I be crying?
‎-[cries mockingly]

‎Let's go celebrate.

‎-[all] Salute.
‎-[Moses] Yes!

‎-Salute.
‎-Yes! Yes!

‎Salute.

‎MaZet, MaZet, MaZet, check this.

‎-A nice raspberry jelly witblits.
‎-[inmate 3 whistles]

‎It's lovely loaded.

‎Listen, brother, when it comes
‎to planning, you are a genius.

‎-Yes, yes, yes!
‎-[all cheer]

‎Yes, yes, yes!

‎[all cheer]

‎Hey, my brothers. Everybody,
‎lend me your ear for a moment.

‎[inmate 4] Shut up, you dog!

‎If I were to do things my way, as Scarra,

‎you wouldn't be wearing this uniform,
‎you'd be dressed in style.

‎[all laugh]

‎Okay, guys, let's listen to our general,
‎Moses, and hear what he has to say.

‎[all cheer]

‎My blood...

‎...is my brother's blood!

‎-My brother's blood...
‎-...is my blood!

‎My blood...

‎...is my brother's blood!

‎My brothers,

‎well, tomorrow,
‎it doesn't matter what happens.

‎Gaz'lam will always be there.

‎[all cheer, whistle]

‎[Moses] ‎In here and out there.

‎[inmates cheering]

‎So, my brothers, today,
‎we'll celebrate it all.

‎-[all cheering, whistling]
‎-We are eating jelly.

‎Yes, yes! Yes, yes!

‎We are having a good time.
‎We are having a good time.

‎This is how we do it!

‎[shouting indistinctly]

‎[Moses] ‎My blood...

‎[inmates] ‎...is my brother's blood!

‎[Moses] ‎My brother's blood...

‎[inmates] ‎...is my blood.

‎-[Moses] ‎My blood...
‎-[inmates] ‎...is my brother's blood!

‎[inmates speaking indistinctly]

‎-How's it, boss?
‎-Hey, look out, 26.

‎-Yes!
‎-Shortgun.

‎Shortgun.

‎Ah, my brother. [chuckles]

‎[Moses] Shortgun, take these two.

‎-[Scarra chuckles]
‎-[Moses] And give some...

‎We're gonna miss you.

‎Hey, Butterflies.

‎-My brother's blood...
‎-[chuckles]

‎-You guys are into that.
‎-[Scarra] Ah, no, no, man.

‎No, no, no. Ah, no, man.

‎[inmate 1] Ah, someone hook up
‎the old man.

‎Would you like a slice, old man?

‎[banging on table]

‎-[inmate 2] No, this one...
‎-[inmate 1] Nah, no way, man.

‎-[inmate 2] He likes that sort of thing.
‎-[inmate 1] Ah, this one...

‎Hey, leadership, you'll keep an eye out
‎for us when you get outside though, right?

‎-There we go.
‎-[all] Salute.

‎[ominous music playing]

‎[inmate 3] See, if I was you,

‎I'd go straight to Durban
‎to the beach to take a swim.

‎[Scarra] Yeah, isn't there a cold one?

‎-[inmate 4] A beer.
‎-[Scarra cackles] An ice-cold one.

‎Hey, watch out for this dog!

‎[all exclaim, shout]

‎[all clamoring]

‎[shiv clatters]

‎Wait, man!

‎[shouting indistinctly]

‎[congregants singing]

‎[priest speaks indistinctly]

‎[congregant 1 exclaims]

‎-[priest] Let the spirit awaken.
‎-[congregant 1] Oh, Lord!

‎-[priest] Free us from sin!
‎-Oh, Holy Spirit. The powerful one.

‎Hallelujah!

‎[congregants] Amen!

‎Brethren of the faith...

‎-Amen!
‎-...let us pray together.

‎-[all speaking indistinctly]
‎-Your name is powerful.

‎We ask you at this time...

‎[all praying indistinctly]

‎[gentle pop song playing]

‎Almighty God, we
thank you for protection...

‎[all speaking indistinctly]

‎-[squeals]
‎-[chuckles] Hey, church girl.

‎-Come here. Come here.
‎-Oh... Stop it.

‎-Oh, your church ropes now.
‎-Ah-ah. Don't be forward.

‎-Let me see.
‎-Ah, I wanna show you my new hairstyle.

‎-Let me see. Let me see.
‎-[chuckling]

‎[both exclaim]

‎-My Lebo Mathosa.
‎-[giggling] Okay, let's go.

‎[congregants speaking indistinctly]

‎Hey, sis.

‎I'm heading out to, uh, drop Ntombi off.
‎I'll be back, okay?

‎What's up? Are you okay?

‎-Just a case.
‎-When did you start bringing cases home?

‎-Or is it an advocate thing?
‎-[chuckles] Something like that.

‎-[chuckles]
‎-Don't come home late.

‎Oh, there you go again, being a mom. Bye.

‎-Close the door, Sphelele.
‎-Okay, Mom.

‎[door closes]

‎[suspenseful music playing]

‎[people chattering]

‎[young Moses] Sphe,
‎do you want to play with your brother?

‎When I'm done, people will teach you
‎how to ride your bike.

‎Mbali, please get some ice cream for Sphe.

‎[young Mbali] ‎Okay.

‎[giggling]

‎[person whistling]

‎[blows landing]

‎[brother] Mbali!

‎Mbali!

‎[gasps]

‎[breathes shakily]

‎[exhales]

‎[breathing shakily]

‎[inmate] Give me some Vaseline!

‎[warden whistles]

‎[whistles]

‎Agnes.

‎[Agnes] You deserve full marks
‎for being resourceful.

‎Does it shake, or what?

‎[stammers] Does it shake?

‎-We have an agreement.
‎-Uh-uh. We had an agreement.

‎But you have a tendency of forgetting
‎who's actually in charge here.

‎Hmm. Out of all the things
‎you've mentioned,

‎you know what I want?

‎To see what's going
‎to happen here tomorrow.

‎Agnes, I don't know
‎why you can't just let me go.

‎-[Agnes] Aw.
‎-I've been here for 18 years.

‎-It's a long time.
‎-Mm-mmm. I don't trust you.

‎Before I know it,
‎you'll probably be snitching on me.

‎If you hadn't k*lled my business, you see,

‎we would be talking about moving forward,
‎me and you.

‎I'm no... I'm no longer a mole.

‎-Ah... [chuckling]
‎-I don't do that anymore.

‎If it wasn't me,
‎somebody else would've done it.

‎[sniffs] You know,
‎when I really think about it,

‎you're very important in here.

‎If you leave here, who will
‎these troublemakers be left with?

‎-Huh?
‎-Agnes.

‎[officer] Hey, piss off!

‎Hey, prisoner. Come here.

‎Warden, am I getting out?

‎[laughs]

‎[officer] Come here. Give me your hand.

‎[grunting]

‎[Moses] Hey, hey, hey!
‎What are you doing now?

‎-Get away from there! What are you doing?
‎-[groans]

‎[panting] Come here, you.
‎Take this. Take-Take it. Take it.

‎Good luck in court tomorrow.

‎[mockingly] It's my blood.

‎It's my brother's blood.

‎-[Moses] Agnes!
‎-It's my blood.

‎-Agnes, I'm begging you. Agnes! Agnes!
‎-Mm-hmm.

‎Agnes!

‎Agnes!

‎[congregants singing in Zulu]

‎♪ ‎There is eternal life‎ ♪

‎-♪ ‎Eternal ‎ ♪
‎-♪‎ Yes, there is eternal life‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎There is eternal life‎ ♪

‎♪ ‎Eternal ‎ ♪

‎-♪ ‎Yes, there is eternal...‎ ♪
‎-[in English] Church is over.

‎-[congregant 1] Whoa.
‎-[congregant 2] What?

‎-[congregant 3] Oh, goodness.
‎-[congregant 4] What's going on?

‎-Go, go, go, go, go.
‎-Please, Mom.

‎Mm-mmm. No. Get out of my house.

‎Mm-mmm, mm-mmm. It's because
‎of this fur that's on your head.

‎Leave my house, you stupid girl.
‎Go, go, go, go, go.

‎-You've humiliated me.
‎-[sobbing] I'm begging you.

‎You have humiliated me, my child.
‎What will the neighbors think of me?

‎What will the congregation think of us?

‎-Don't do this, Mom. I'm begging you.
‎-Don't you dare call me your mother.

‎-Don't you call me your mother.
‎-Where will I go?

‎Please don't look at me
‎and pretend your kids are perfect.

‎Get away from here, damn it.

‎Father, I promise you.
‎Give me another chance.

‎-[sobbing]
‎-Where do I even start with her?

‎You know she has a temper. She's furious.

‎-[spouse calls out] ‎-Ma?

‎[exhales]

‎[sniffles]

‎And yes, here we go.

‎Let's go into this room,
‎put your things down, you see?

‎Look, baby.

‎I know this place is not,
‎like, ideal for you.

‎-You know?
‎-Mmm.

‎But let's lie low here
‎for a little while, and then...

‎and then I'll make a plan, you know?

‎-Okay.
‎-All right. Come here.

‎[sighs]

‎[Sphe whistling]

‎[exclaiming, vocalizing]

‎[stammers] Hey, sis.

‎Come this side quickly, for two minutes.

‎Just relax.

‎Oh, come on.
‎We agreed to sell on weekends.

‎-We don't even have a license.
‎-Oh, my sister.

‎You know nobody cares about
‎a cooking license in the township.

‎I work with the NPA. I do mind.

‎What you should be worried about,
‎though, as you already know. There you go.

‎-Yep.
‎-This does not concern you.

‎Oh, Mbali, come on.
‎You know that I'm old enough now.

‎I can pick up things
‎where Father left off, right?

‎You'll concern yourself with adult things
‎once you're done with your schoolwork.

‎How's that gonna work?
‎You know that chefs,

‎for their first few years,
‎they're struggling.

‎Oh, no. You said you loved this.
‎You can't just quit.

‎-[sighs, smacks lips]
‎-I'll fix this issue.

‎[Ntombi] Sister Mbali.

‎[Mbali] When did you get here?
‎It's so late.

‎If it's not a problem. I thought I should
‎come over and see my baby. [chuckles]

‎Baby, um, let me taste, hmm,
‎how you mixed your spices

‎to see if it's been mixed well
‎this time because... Mm-mmm.

‎Hmm.

‎Baby, you know what? Um...

‎[stammers] Please pour this oil
‎down the drain for me.

‎Come, baby, why not do it yourself?

‎Come on, baby, my cutie.
‎My cutie thing. Cutie, cutie.

‎-You're annoying. [giggles]
‎-Who's my little cutie? Huh?

‎[Ntombi] You are such a bore. [chuckles]

‎-She is always around here lately.
‎-[sighs]

‎I hope you're not doing anything
‎the pastor wouldn't approve of.

‎You see, now, my sister,
‎this thing we're doing is so nice.

‎Ever heard of it? It's called
‎a relationship. Don't you want to try it?

‎-Sphe.
‎-Eh?

‎If you can just focus on your studies...

‎I'm not ready to be an aunt, okay?

‎[jail cell door opening]

‎[officer] Let's go, prisoner!
‎Let's-Let's go!

‎Let's go, man. Let's go, let's go.

‎Keep an eye on him, Nyaniso.

‎So I want that done by the end of today.

‎Make sure it goes in, hey?

‎-[whispering] Aggie, Aggie, Aggie.
‎-[clears throat]

‎Just don't worry, okay?
‎We're going to be okay.

‎-We'd better be.
‎-Oh, man.

‎[chains rattling]

‎[indistinct radio chatter]

‎[reporters clamoring]

‎Mr. Dlamini! Mr. Dlamini!

‎Do you think today is the day
‎you'll be released on parole?

‎Speak to us, Mr. Dlamini.

‎[person] Why aren't you letting
‎others aside?

‎[clamoring continues]

‎[bicycle bell rings]

‎Mbali!

‎[detective] Your Worship.

‎Moses Dlamini

‎is the leader of Gaz'lam,

‎a notorious, treacherous,
‎vicious prison g*ng.

‎They claim that they stand
‎for the rights of prisoners,

‎but they are involved
‎in ill*gal activities. Huh?

‎From money laundering
‎to cash-in-transit heists.

‎This informant
‎successfully infiltrated the g*ng,

‎but, sadly, he was
‎brutally m*rder*d last night.

‎[people gasp]

‎Moses Dlamini,
‎his fingerprints are all over...

‎Objection, My Lord.

‎We brought the review
‎of the Appeals Board's refusal

‎to give Mr. Dlamini his parole.

‎Now, the inclusion of this evidence
‎is absolutely irrelevant

‎to this application.

‎We call on Mr. Moses Dlamini
‎in referral of oral evidence.

‎And if it pleases the court,
‎he has a statement prepared.

‎[chains rattling]

‎[people whispering indistinctly]

‎If there was justice...

‎true justice, Your Honor...

‎there would be no need for Gaz'lam.

‎Your Honor, when you are tortured

‎and you've been kept longer
‎than you should be in there

‎because the system
‎is getting something out of it,

‎they're getting rich off it,

‎who do you run to?

‎Who can you run to?

‎In this prison system,
‎Your Honor, there's an economy.

‎And inmates, they're the consumers.

‎And the authorities
‎are their supply chain.

‎You name it, you can get it.

‎-[mumbles]
‎-[Moses] Whatever you want, you get it.

‎Narcotics, pushed and bagged
‎by this woman here, Agnes Khoza.

‎[people gasp, murmur]

‎She k*lled Thuto to jeopardize this trial.

‎-Hey, you.
‎-But justice will prevail, Your Honor.

‎Don't talk bullshit about me.

‎Justice will prevail!

‎-Yes, Moses.
‎-[judge] Order!

‎-Order!
‎-[people murmuring]

‎It's inevitable.

‎My blood...

‎[Gaz'lam] ...is my brother's blood!

‎-My brother's blood...
‎-...is my blood!

‎-[Moses] My blood...
‎-[Gaz'lam] ...is my brother's blood!

‎[Moses, Gaz'lam continue chanting]

‎[judge] Order! Order!

‎[chanting continues]

‎[judge] Order! Order! Take him away!

‎[stall door bangs]

‎[retching, coughing]

‎[breathing heavily]

‎[grunts]

‎[breathes heavily]

‎[woman from court] I knew
‎something was gonna happen.

‎But this was supposed to be for Moses,
‎so why are we using it for Scarra?

‎They'll be all over him
‎after the trial today.

‎So he said this is
‎the only chance we have. Okay?

‎Give it to me.

‎["Ungaphel' Umoya Son" playing]

‎[Scarra] Old man,

‎you see, this thing of yours,
‎if it kills me,

‎I'll come back as a horrible ghost,

‎just to f*ck up with your mind
‎and the warden's.

‎[cackling]

‎ "f*cking with you."

‎[all chuckle]

‎[Scarra retching]

‎This thing is horrible. It tastes awful.

‎Ah, medicine has never tasted sweet.

‎-[retches]
‎-Hey. Follow the line.

‎-[grunts] ‎-[all clamoring]

‎Down, man!

‎[g*nshots]

‎-[alarm rings]
‎-[officer] Piss off!

‎Hey! Lay down, man.

‎[chattering]

‎[officer] Hey, piss off!

‎-Piss off!
‎-[Scarra] Brothers.

‎When I make it out, I'll make a plan
‎to come and get you.

‎-[coughing] ‎-Warden!

‎Someone's dying over here, man!

‎-This man is dying over here, man!
‎-He's gonna die! Come and take him!

‎Hey, this guy is dying. Come on, help him.

‎-[inmates clamoring]
‎-What are you doing?

‎What are you doing?

‎[officer] sh*t! Heads down!

‎sh*t!

‎[door alarm buzzes]

‎[sirens wailing]

‎[gasping, choking]

‎[coughs]

‎Hey, hey. Don't be gentle with him.
‎Don't be gentle with him.

‎Piss off, you. Piss off!

‎Let me tell you something.

‎You see, a good criminal

‎is a dead criminal.

‎Just like you.

‎[clicks tongue]

‎You chickenshit. [chuckles]

‎[suspenseful music playing]

‎[coins rattling]

‎[grunts]

‎[exclaiming]

‎[whimpers] Don't sh**t!

‎Help!

‎[panting]

‎Don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!

‎[thug 1] Hey, f*ck!
‎Hands up. Put the g*n down.

‎Quick. Untie him.

‎-Be quick!
‎-[grunts]

‎[guard panting] Don't sh**t, my brother.

‎I'm begging you, don't sh**t, me.

‎Hey, be quick! Don't move.

‎-[thug 1] Don't move.
‎-Piss off, piss off!

‎-Scarra, please don't sh**t. Please.
‎-Yes?

‎Speak up now, you fat sow, and piss off!

‎-Speak up, speak up. You were saying?
‎-[whimpers]

‎What, uh... What were you saying?

‎A good criminal is a...

‎A good criminal is a good...

‎Is a dead criminal, right?

‎-Yeah? [mimics whimpering]
‎-Is a dead... a dead criminal.

‎-[g*nsh*t] ‎-[screams]

‎That's how we do it.

‎It gets hash when you roast it.
‎That's how we do it.

‎Let me... [sniffs]
‎Mmm, and the smell of freedom.

‎[howling]

‎[all howling]

‎[howling]

‎[all howling]

‎[clamoring]

‎[all cheering]

‎[all cheering]

‎[inmates whistling, cheering]

‎[howling]

‎[Scarra] Take some of that!

‎That's a bonus!

‎That's what I'm talking about!
‎Yes, sir, yes!

‎[horn honking]

‎Scarra.

‎Activist, hero, or crime lord?

‎He says they fight for prisoners' rights.

‎-But the question still remains.
‎-[phone rings]

‎How did he escape
‎from a maximum security prison?

‎And where is he?

‎You're such a show-off.

‎You're embarrassing me in front of
‎the whole of South Africa in that court.

‎Who's the clever one now?

‎Who is the clever one now?

‎-Hmm?
‎-[cries out]

‎-[Agnes] Where is Scarra?
‎-[groans]

‎-Where is Scarra?
‎-[groaning]

‎[groaning]

‎-[grunts, pants] ‎-Hmm?

‎Didn't you say you wanted human rights?

‎-You wanted your human rights, isn't it?
‎-Hey, Aggie.

‎-You said you wanted human rights.
‎-Aggie.

‎[grunting, panting]

‎Uh, look.

‎Sure, Brother Mos.

‎Look here, man. You know, these guys...

‎are going to find you
‎guilty of m*rder, again,

‎and then you'll be sentenced, again.

‎And that's not nice.

‎Hmm?

‎You get me? Unless...

‎Unless you, of course,
‎help us to actually find Scarra.

‎And I promise you,
‎we'll set you up nicely.

‎We will set you up nicely
‎with a big-shot cell.

‎Maybe we can even fly you
‎to the Cape to go and see...

‎some lovely girls in bikinis,
‎sharks, and dolphins.

‎-Life.
‎-[grunts]

‎You think I'm a snitch, you piece of sh*t?

‎[inhales, spits]

‎[grunts]

‎[tense music playing]

‎Kagiso! Nyaniso!

‎Come and teach this dog some manners.

‎Yeah. Let him sh*t out
‎all the f*cking information.

‎-Don't let him breathe.
‎-[breathing heavily]

‎This f*cking dog needs to die.

‎[Moses panting]

‎[shutter clicking]

‎[grunts]

‎[screams]

‎[grunting]

‎[distorted clamoring]

‎[cries out]

‎Morning.

‎-Hello.
‎-[guard] Sister.

‎Mbali.

‎Good morning. Good morning, sir.

‎-Sorry.
‎-Morning, hi.

‎-[door closes]
‎-[Mbali] I read his file.

‎The things that that man has done.

‎[exhales]

‎You still don't get it, do you?

‎I mean, your brother's no saint, okay?

‎But do you really think
‎that he's capable of doing

‎the f*cking things
‎that you saw in that file?

‎They're all in on it.

‎All of them. The warden, the parole board.

‎-He k*lled an inmate.
‎-They set him up.

‎The warden wants the Brothers
‎to sell drugs. Moses refuses.

‎Your brother is being tortured.

‎We need to do something
‎before they k*ll him.

‎I... [stammers]

‎I've got enough challenges.

‎All right? I have a life.

‎I'm not asking you to go to court!

‎I'm f*cking not asking you
‎to get him parole!

‎I'm asking you... [breathes shakily]

‎I am begging you to get him out
‎of The Hole or he will die.

‎That's Cici.

‎His daughter.

‎Your niece.

‎I'm Crystal, his wife.

‎I was a nurse in prison.
‎We fell in love, and the rest is history.

‎She does not deserve
‎to grow up without her father.

‎He wants to do the right thing,

‎but how can he when everything...
‎when this whole f*cking system is wrong?

‎You know, you and I are not so different.

‎Two women...

‎operating in a man's world.

‎And that sh*t can make you strong.

‎But it can also make you
‎f*cking hard, you know?

‎[sighs]

‎I'm asking you to be strong.

‎Get Moses out of The Hole.

‎Or they will k*ll him.

‎[inhales sharply]

‎[exhales shakily]

‎[Sphe whistling]

‎No. Oh... That's my sister.
‎That's my sister.

‎-Baby, after I've eaten... Okay. [sighs]
‎-Go and hide, fast.

‎-[Sphe] Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
‎-[Ntombi] Wait.

‎[Sphe clears throat]

‎-[whistling]
‎-[Mbali] Oh, you're home early today.

‎[chuckles] Yeah, I mean,
‎you know how it goes.

‎And this buffet?

‎No, dude, it's exam season,
‎and prep time, so...

‎I have to pack a lot of food,
‎I don't want to starve when I'm studying.

‎Can we chat for a second?

‎Okay. [clears throat]

‎You know that
‎everything I do is for you, yeah?

‎Why are you so emotional
‎so early in the morning?

‎[chuckles]

‎[whispering] I'm sorry.

‎I've been thinking about Moses lately.

‎It made me realize
‎that we need to stick together.

‎No matter what happens.

‎Or who says what.

‎Mm-mmm. Come on, Mbali.
‎Mbali, don't do this.

‎-I keep telling you that I'm here to help.
‎-Sphe, I know. It's just that...

‎things have...

‎Mbali...

‎I'm here, sis.

‎I see you and, like,

‎I get you, man.

‎Huh?

‎You'll always be my baby brother.

‎Yeah.

‎Um...

‎I'm-I'm gonna go study, okay?

‎Yeah, go ahead.

‎Okay. I'll leave you this sandwich, okay?

‎Thank you.

‎Um, I have to go back to the...
‎to the office.

‎[Sphe] All right.

‎[breathes shakily]
‎I forgot something there.

‎[breathing heavily]

‎You got the burner phone?

‎As requested.

‎You gonna tell me what this is about, hmm?

‎This is what we're gonna do.

‎Evening. We're out.

‎[Mbali] Good night.

‎Night, sir.

‎[Mbali] I'm gonna pretend
‎I have to work late

‎and wait for my colleagues to leave.

‎Then I'm gonna fabricate
‎a letter of complaint,

{\an8}‎find a way to get into
‎my superior's office...

‎and certify all the documents.

‎I need to call every single
‎parole board member in the country.

‎Hi, yes.

‎Yes, yes, this is Cindy
‎from the ‎Daily Journal‎.

‎Yes, listen,
‎I'm calling from the ‎Daily Journal‎.

‎I spill every kind of grievance there is
‎and everything I know about The Hole.

‎We've received some... some information
‎about parole irregularities.

‎I mean, are you sure this is gonna work?

‎Well, it's worth a try, no?

‎[whistling]

‎[phone buzzing]

‎-Chairperson, you don't sleep at night?
‎-Agnes, there's a problem.

‎Come to me first thing in the morning.

‎Say that again?

‎[♪ suspenseful music playing]

‎[officer] Up! Up, up!

‎[baby crying]

‎[people chattering]

‎Get over there.

‎Hi, Sister Boss.

‎The prosecutor has arrived.

‎Sure, Chauke.

‎Okay.

‎Thank you for seeing me.

‎Hmm. Do I have a choice?

‎What's going on?

‎Mrs. Khoza, I'm with the NPA,

‎and we've received some information

‎which has resulted in this.

‎"Investigation of complaint
‎against Agnes Khoza."

‎That's me, though.

‎Our sources would prefer
‎to remain anonymous.

‎However, some have shown interest
‎in going on record.

‎Sources?

‎This must be serious when you start
‎sounding like you're on the news.

‎Let me sit down. [sighs]

‎What are the complaints?

‎They're complaining
‎that your methods are ill*gal.

‎Is this a hotel?

‎One source spoke about
‎the torturing of inmates

‎in what is called The Hole.

‎Prisoners are being tied up,
‎beaten with a bat covered in barbed wire.

‎Hmm, what a fairy tale.

‎Who would believe what you're saying?

‎Are you willing to take that risk?

‎You need to remove the inmate
‎that you're keeping in there, immediately.

‎And if you do, I'll make sure no one else
‎lays eyes on these files.

‎Wow.

‎Gaz'lam's influence is growing.

‎No prisoner is going anywhere.

‎Let me tell you something else.

‎Blackmail?

‎Don't blackmail me.
‎Blackmail is what drives me crazy.

‎Blackmail?

‎No, sis. I'm proposing a deal.

‎See now, we have information
‎that could prevent you

‎and your non-associates
‎from detection in future.

‎But then, I understand
‎if you'd rather take a chance

‎with an actual investigation.

‎Fair enough.

‎You give me, I give you.

‎Today, it's me. Tomorrow, it's you.

‎But in the end...

‎only one person will win.

‎[Mbali] I want to see you walk him out.

‎Let's go.

‎[sighs]

‎["Bamba Isandla Sam'" playing]

‎You good, my brother?

‎Mr. Jomo, are you well?

‎-Good morning.
‎-[colleagues murmuring]

‎Good morning.

‎Morning, sir.

‎Ah, Miss Dlamini.

‎In terms of article 62
‎of the falsification

‎of official state documentation,
‎I'm arresting you.

‎You know this, though. You're a lawyer.
‎Arrest her, please.

‎No, no, this is a mistake. Don't touch me.

‎This is a mistake. Excuse me.

‎-Ex... Excuse me.
‎-Take her.

‎Listen, I am a state official.

‎State official?

‎Not one that's authorized
‎to open a case that's...

‎unauthorized, officially.

‎Move it, mama.

‎Hmm? [chuckles]

‎[colleagues murmuring]

‎[siren wailing]

‎-[inmate] Hey, you, piss off!
‎-[detective whistling]

‎I'm not talking to you.

‎-[inmates murmuring]
‎-What are you looking at?

‎Hey, you, piss off!

‎[detective humming]

‎-Hey, hey. Piss off.
‎-You're not my type anyways.

‎Piss off, you f*cking b*tch.

‎Hey, call Mbali for me please.

‎Didn't you hear him?

‎I have a right to a lawyer.

‎Miss Dlamini.

‎Hmm.

‎May I talk to you?

‎I have nothing to say to you.

‎[laughs]

‎Oh, my goodness. Oh, Jehovah!

‎So here she is standing in silence, hmm?

‎The famous criminal
prosecutor of the NPA...

‎[laughs] ...she has nothing to say.

‎[laughs]

‎Okay.

‎All right.

‎What?

‎You want me to show you exactly who I am?

‎Wanna see what I'm capable of?

‎[smacks lips] No problem.

‎[whistles] Tsk, tsk.

‎Take her.

‎[grunts]

‎[both grunting]

‎-Beat her! Beat her!
‎-[clamoring]

‎[officer] Hey, hey, hey!

‎-[blows landing]
‎-[officer] Hey, hey, hey!

‎[grunting]

‎Okay, okay, all right. [chuckling]
‎Okay, that's good.

‎[groans]

‎[detective] So...

‎[grunts]

‎[detective] You ready to talk now?

‎[breathing shakily]

‎-I don't have anything.
‎-You have nothing? Don't make me a fool.

‎-What is this?
‎-They're framing me, these people.

‎"I have nothing"? "I have nothing"?
‎What is this?

‎-Talk!
‎-[Shortgun] They're lying.

‎[officer] Hey, you.

‎Come back!

‎Hey, man, we are still busy here.

‎[chattering]

‎[Moses] I'm all right.

‎I'm okay.

‎How did you get me out of that hole?

‎Who was that woman who was with Agnes?

‎Your sister.

‎[tense music playing]

‎Crystal.

‎No.

‎You do not make that decision without me.

‎That person is on the other side.

‎Baby, she's not.

‎She's not on the other side.
‎She's on our side, and she's brilliant.

‎And she saved your life.

‎She saved your life, Moses.

‎I don't know why you're worried
‎about that right now, okay?

‎I mean, Scarra's out there
‎and he's a f*cking loose cannon.

‎He's k*lled a guard.
‎He's k*lled a paramedic.

‎We don't k*ll people.

‎You must talk to Scarra.

‎[chuckles]

‎Your Scarra?

‎Who doesn't listen to me? [scoffs]

‎You tell Scarra that you and him
‎are on the same level.

‎We need to make the score.
‎We need to get that money.

‎I need to get out of here.

‎These people are going to k*ll me.

‎[alarm rings]

‎[detective whistling]

‎[whistling continues]

‎[keys jangling]

‎[key slides in lock, wriggles]

‎-Please.
‎-[door opens]

‎And welcome to my, uh...

‎Uh, well...

‎humble abode.

‎Right.

‎Uh, please don't touch anything.
‎Please, don't touch anything.

‎You know, it was going down last night,
‎if you know what I mean, so...

‎[chuckling]

‎Don't worry about that stuff.

‎[exhales]

‎[yawning] My God.

‎Mmm.

‎You know, when I look at you,

‎I look and I ask,

‎and I ask myself...

‎what happened?

‎With all due respect,
‎how does this concern you?

‎It's none of your business.

‎Ah.

‎Really?

‎Take a seat, huh?

‎Sit down. Hmm?

‎Over there.

‎[chuckles]

‎Let me relax a bit.

‎-Beer?
‎-No, thank you.

‎[detective sighs]

‎Look.

‎[groans] Too hot, I guess. [chuckles]

‎I, uh...

‎I'm a policeman.

‎And my job...

‎is to deal with criminals.

‎[grunts] People who break the law.

‎And what you did...

‎You broke the law, right?

‎Did I really break the law?

‎[chuckles] Let's see.

‎Pretending to be...

‎[exhales sharply]

‎...the national director
‎of public prosecutions?

‎Opening cases without permission to do so.

‎You go over people...

‎to get your way.

‎Wouldn't you say that is...

‎breaking the law?

‎That's just hearsay.

‎There's no evidence with my name on it.

‎Ah, yes. Yes, of course.

‎Because you, you were coloring
‎outside the lines, so to speak.

‎Huh? [chuckles]

‎Well...

‎at least now you won't be able
‎to practice the law anymore, hmm?

‎[grunting] Ah...

‎What do you want?

‎What do I want?

‎I like that.

‎What do I want?

‎What do I want?

‎Follow me.

‎Follow me.

‎What do I want?

‎[breathes heavily]

‎Now...

‎it's not what I want.

‎It's whom I want.

‎And you will get him for me.

‎My brother.

‎My blood...

‎...is my brother's blood!

‎-My brother's blood...
‎-...is my blood!

‎-My blood...
‎-...is my brother's blood!

‎-My brother's blood...
‎-...is my blood!

‎-My blood...
‎-...is my brother's blood!

‎You...

‎You see, all of you here,

‎you've been newly baptized.

‎[all] Yes.

‎You are my brothers.

‎You are born again.

‎You won't be controlled.

‎All of you are above their law.

‎-Yes, General.
‎-Yes!

‎-They won't tell us anything.
‎-[inmate] No, man.

‎From today,

‎we are a team.

‎-[all] Yes!
‎-We...

‎are a family.

‎-[all] Yes, General.
‎-We hear you.

‎We are bound...

‎by blood.

‎[all] Yes, General.

‎We are bound...

‎by service.

‎[all] Yes, yes.

‎We are bound...

‎by blood.

‎[all] Yes!

‎We are bound...

‎by service.

‎[all] Yes, General.

‎What do we want?

‎Justice!

‎-What do we want?
‎-Justice!

‎-You see here, snitches get k*lled.
‎-Yes! Let him die!

‎-Snitches get k*lled here.
‎-Let him die!

‎k*ll the snitch, k*ll him!

‎k*ll him!

‎-k*ll the snitch, k*ll him!
‎-k*ll him.

‎-[Moses] k*ll this traitor, k*ll him!
‎-k*ll him!

‎-k*ll the traitor, k*ll him!
‎-k*ll him!

‎[Moses] k*ll the dog, k*ll him!

‎[all] k*ll him!

‎[all exclaiming, cheering]

‎-[stabbing]
‎-[inmate] Die! He must die! k*ll him!

‎[inmates exclaiming, cheering]

‎-Die! k*ll this snitch! k*ll this snitch!
‎-[all clamoring]

‎[all cheering, whistling]