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-[wind gusting] -[grass rustling]
[birds chirping]
Listen.
I want to thank you for giving me this lucky break.
From now on, I'll always stick to the speed limit.
[officer whistling]
Is that enough?
All righty, then, officer.
[reporter over radio] …the final act in the legal saga and soap opera
that has gripped South Africa for several years.
[ominous music playing]
Judge Thokozile Masipa seemed ready to hand out one more surprise…
[fly buzzing]
["Siembamba" by Chris Chameleon playing]
[groaning]
[woman continues groaning]
What? What?
-[woman continues groaning] -[man laughing]
[exclaims contentedly]
[breathing deeply]
[screaming]
[imitates screaming]
[cackles]
[in Afrikaans] It's all right, we're going to barbecue.
[music fades]
[wind gusting]
[thunder rumbling]
[man encourages horse]
[man in car] Don't take up the whole bloody road!
[eerie music playing]
[saw whirring]
-[thuds] -[door creaks]
That's R24,00.
[man 1] The Impalas, they run around the whole field.
They should defend more.
-[man 2] Will you watch the game? -[man 1] Definitely. I'm there.
There we go. How much do I owe you?
Don't worry, it's on the house.
[coughs] Are you sure?
Yeah, it's nothing.
[man 1 coughing]
Sure. Thanks, Martin.
-And send my greetings to Lizette. -Yes, I will.
Are you all right?
I'm fine, I just have to cough it up. Otherwise, it continues.
Goodbye, uncle.
[coughing]
Hi, Pa!
My darling child, how are you?
-Good. And you, Pa? -Good.
[in English] Um, is it cool
if I sleep over at Elsa and Maureen's tonight?
Absolutely not.
-But, Pa-- -No buts.
-[in Afrikaans] Please, Pa! -Don't "Pa" me.
You know I don't like that girl.
Well, Dad, you don't like anyone.
That's not true.
-What about tomorrow morning? -I won't be late.
[sighs]
Yeah, okay.
[squeals, chuckling]
-[in English] Thanks. I love you. -I love you too.
-[Martin in Afrikaans] Need money? -[in English] No, thanks.
-[Martin in Afrikaans] All right, enjoy. -Thank you.
-And be careful. -[Melissa] Ooh!
[in English] So-- Sorry. [chuckles]
-Um… -[eerie music playing]
It's all right.
[in Afrikaans] Go ahead.
[all squealing happily]
[coin clinks]
["Shadows" by eVoid playing]
[man 1] Jeez, these guys are playing like shit.
-Fucking pass the ball, man! -[man 2] For fuck's sake, man!
[screaming happily]
Bro, check Melissa out.
-She looks hammered. -Uh-huh.
So tell me. What actually happened between the two of you?
[sighs]
That girl's way too much work.
[laughs]
-[in English] I'm winning! -Yeah!
[in Afrikaans] And life's hard enough.
[gasps]
Oh.
Jesus!
[ominous music building]
[music fading]
[bed creaks]
[sighs]
-[in Tswana] Are you leaving already? -Mm-hmm.
-[in English] Yeah. -All right?
[chuckles softly]
Yeah, she's fine. We're fine.
Come here.
[both] Mm.
-Be careful, eh? -Mm-hmm.
Vusi…
Abby.
[in Tswana] You'll be safe?
[in English] Always.
[in Tswana] We'll be able to get a new TV soon.
[sighs]
Don't worry, it's not so bad.
Besides, we don't have the money for it.
[Vusi] Hmm.
[in English] You're right.
I have to go.
["Wild Is the Wind" by Nina Simone playing]
[laughs] Stop.
[slaps, chuckles]
[both chuckling]
[crickets chirping]
♪ Love me, love me, love me ♪
♪ Say you do ♪
♪ Let me fly away with you ♪
♪ For my love is like the wind ♪
♪ Wild is the wind ♪
♪ Give me more than one caress ♪
♪ Satisfy this hungriness ♪
♪ Let the wind blow through your heart ♪
♪ For wild is the wind ♪
[song stops]
-John. -Hey, Vus.
How's it looking in there?
There's about three or four in the main house.
Let's go.
[ominous music playing]
Are we in this together?
We are.
[ominous music continues]
[clicks]
[flash-bang booms, rings]
-[screams] -[objects clattering]
[shell clatters]
[door creaking]
[ominous music continues]
[metal rasps on floor]
[in Afrikaans] Jeez…
It's the jackpot, brother. It's the jackpot.
-[in English] What? -Did you hear that?
[object jingling]
[flashlight clicks]
[eerie music building]
[music peaks]
[Vusi] Oh, shit.
[music fades]
Not gonna hurt you.
-Hey. Let's put a blanket on you. -[sobbing softly]
Not gonna hurt you.
Here we go. Okay.
-[whimpers] -You're safe now.
[crickets chirping]
[trunk door creaks, closes]
I'll give you a call once I've made the deal with Mongo.
It's risky.
Come on, Vus, if he thinks you're setting him up, he'll kill you.
I know.
-[sighs] Still, you don't want back-up. -Why? You know he hates whites.
[chuckles]
Well, I heard he hates cops even more.
Yeah, well, he likes money.
Don't we all?
What about her?
Uh, I'll drive her up to Queenstown. I know some good people there.
And maybe they can put her back together again.
Good luck, my friend.
-Always forward. -Only together.
[spits]
Fucking drug dens.
Ah, that's you.
[indistinct conversations]
[dice rattling]
Slick. Long time.
Not long enough.
-[in Afrikaans] What's in the bag? -It's for the boss.
-[in English] Tell the Russian I'm here. -Tell him yourself, man.
Let him in.
["Too Late for Mama" by Brenda Fassie playing in club]
♪ It's too late ♪
♪ Too late for Mama ♪
Sit.
[whistles]
[lighter clicking]
Here.
You're not supposed to be here. Are you?
What makes you say that?
So, what do you want,
cop?
[song fades]
[torch whooshing]
Shit. Makes you hard just looking at it, eh?
[clacks]
So, you're selling now?
Is that it?
You're not a pig anymore.
Are we going to do this or what?
[chuckles]
I like this guy.
Take a seat.
What did he bring us, Slick?
[sighs] Purity stands at… 48%.
[Russian] Hmm.
Do you mind?
Go ahead.
Whoo! [chuckles]
That's some good shit.
[sniffing]
[sighs] Sorry. Where's my manners?
Want a hit?
You're not still on duty, are you?
[sniffs]
So, what do you want for it?
Five kgs, at R600 per gram.
That's three million.
Non-negotiable.
[laughing]
I like that.
Lets them know right up front that you shouldn't be fucked with, no?
Right.
So, do we have a deal?
Funny thing is, small crew from Mthatha somewhere
brought Slick the same offer.
Isn't that right, Slick?
What did you do? You rob 'em? Kill 'em?
I don't have time for games.
If you don't want my business, I'll take it…
somewhere else.
You know, a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
otherwise, what's heaven for?
I mean, God knows these things, and so do I.
What does that mean?
It means give us 48 hours.
If you can wait, then we have a deal.
Mm. Good.
Now, go downstairs. Have a drink on us.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[crickets chirping]
[reporter over radio] Oscar Pistorius entering court facing 15 years for murder.
Have you heard about this?
Yeah, he's getting sentenced.
Ach, I knew a chick in Zimbabwe, she almost shot her husband.
But, uh, she heard this noise, got her gun…
[chuckling] …and then she couldn't load it.
What's wrong, buck?
[sighs] I've just got a strange feeling about this guy.
-This oke who just bought us lunch? -Yeah, kinda like he's--
-[groans] -[dramatic sting]
Personally, I don't think he'll serve any time.
Not like we would if we had to kill our wives.
Bloody rich never do.
[eerie music playing]
So, what do you want to chow? I wanna have a steak.
[choking]
[gasping]
-[phone buzzing] -[gasping]
[gasps in surprise]
[phone continues buzzing]
[clears throat]
Yeah?
I'm on my way.
[clears throat]
[ominous music playing]
-[crickets chirping] -[music continues]
[gasps]
-[music fades] -[both laughing]
[in Afrikaans] Jeez, Vusi, I nearly wet myself.
[laughs]
-[in English] I'm sorry, I didn't knock. -Give me a hug.
-It's an early one, eh? -Yeah, well, you know how it goes.
Come when you're called, go where they send.
And never ask the wrong questions?
[chuckles softly]
How's Abby, and the baby?
You know Abby, never complains.
The little one, I'd like to give her a better life before she comes.
You think it's in Jo'burg?
-[sighs] Sorry. -[footsteps approaching]
John tells me everything.
Well, not everything.
All I'm saying is, Vusi's right to want something more.
This place… it's not the same anymore.
Not like it was. [exhales]
Anyway,
we might move too.
Did he tell you?
[sighs] Of course, he tells you everything.
We, uh… [clears throat] We're not losing the farm.
All right?
I made you a promise. And I keep my promises.
[kisses]
[breathes deeply]
[in Afrikaans] Love you.
[in English] Thank you.
Hey, Vus, has he, uh… Has he agreed on our price?
Yeah, she says she'll have it ready for us in a couple of days.
"She"?
Yeah.
-[chuckles softly] -[scoffs]
Shit.
That's the best news I've heard in months.
[wind gusting]
[in Afrikaans] Oh, fuck.
[in English] Shit.
-John. -Karel.
-Vusi. -Karel.
[in Afrikaans] It's a hell of a situation, this.
-[in English] Who found the car? -I was on my way home, and I saw it here.
I know this car.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
[in Afrikaans] Yeah, it's registered under Melissa van der Walt.
[in English] Van der Walt? The butcher?
Yeah.
[sheep bleating]
Is there a body?
[in Afrikaans] Uh-uh. Not yet.
[in English] But we have a few men that've been searching for about two hours.
[in Afrikaans] But the veldt and the fucking wind, man. Apologies.
[in English] Okay.
So she's run off the road, she crashes.
Before she knows what's going on, somebody's on top of her.
She manages to fight him off.
Maybe even hurts him.
Maybe.
She got away, and he chases her.
[sighs]
We're going to need some more men.
Yeah.
-[wind gusting] -[eerie music playing]
[dogs barking]
[dogs whining]
[dogs barking]
[Karel] John, we've got something.
Copy John Smit.
[Karel] We found something.
[sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
[camera shutter beeps, clicks]
[eerie music playing]
Tell them we found her.
-[wind gusting] -[eerie music continues]
-[music fading] -[rooster crowing]
-[in Afrikaans] Morning, Martin. -John.
Hello, Lizette.
Hello.
[smacks lips, inhales]
-May we please sit? -What's going on?
Uh, let's rather sit down.
[chair scrapes on floor]
[sighs]
We were called in this morning
to investigate an abandoned vehicle.
I don't understand. What do you mean?
Whose car did you find?
[ominous music playing]
-[John] It was Melissa's car. -What about Melissa? What is he saying?
We sent in a search party, with dogs, and...
I don't understand. What are you saying?
Lizette, I'm sorry. We found her body this morning.
[wailing]
[in English] Baby…
[in Afrikaans] Not my child!
-[wailing] -[tragic string music playing]
Don't you fucking touch me!
[in English] Fuck you!
[wailing]
[sniffling]
[choked sobs]
[sobs]
[in Afrikaans] Wait, Martin. Listen.
We're going to find out who did this,
and they're going to fucking pay.
You have my word.
All right?
Go well, Martin.
[in English] Don't make promises you can't afford to keep.
What?
Look, you knew her. I'm sorry, that's tough enough.
But I'm not changing my plans.
I am going to collect the money, and I'm going to leave.
I'm not getting involved in a murder case.
Just like that, you turn your back on her?
Well, it's not your fight.
Why must it be my fight?
Because I'm a cop or because she's white?
It's justice, Vus.
Justice? How many Black children were killed this year?
How many of their cases were solved?
How many of them had the whole department out at 3:00 in the fucking morning?
Yeah, I hear you. Okay.
Look, at the end of the week, we'll both be rich men.
You can save your farm, I can give my family a decent life.
So why not let somebody else just take this burden?
Hmm?
I don't care what it takes.
-You find out who did this. -Yes, sir.
And if you need more men, I'll transfer them from Queenstown.
-Thank you, sir. I'll appreciate that. -Good! Good.
You'll hear from my office.
[in Afrikaans] What are you looking at? Get to work!
Squad room, ten minutes, all of you!
[indistinct chatter]
[in English] All right, settle down.
[Captain in Afrikaans] Thank you, Lewis.
[in English] By now, most of you have heard that the victim,
Melissa van der Walt,
was the mayor's niece.
Which means that this case has just turned into a departmental shit storm.
It's election year.
And the mayor doesn't want to come across as… soft.
So he has personally offered a reward
to the department of R250,000--
-[all murmuring excitedly] -[Lewis] Okay, settle down.
…for the arrest and conviction of his niece's killer.
Now, you two were the first senior officers on site.
-Yeah. Affirmative. -Yes, Captain.
And you knew the victim?
I was at school with the victim's father.
If you and Vusi want to pass this one on, now's your chance.
That's all right, Captain. We'll stay on it. Catch this bastard.
John?
[hoarsely] Yes.
[clears throat]
Yes, sir.
All right.
John and Vusi will take lead and the rest of you will support them
in any way that you can.
Are we clear?
-[officers] Yes, sir. -Good. Now get going.
Our small community was
shocked by a terrible incident yesterday morning.
And before we begin, I would…
I would like to send our prayers and our thoughts
to the family of the deceased.
Thank you.
-[woman] Captain. -Yes?
[woman] Can you tell us how old was the victim?
She would have been 18 in September.
I'm sorry to ask you this, but is there any sign of rape?
Uh, that is inconclusive at this time.
Captain, was anything missing or stolen?
Uh, no. As far as we can see, nothing has been taken.
-[man] Captain? -Yes.
Who will be leading the investigation?
Ah, two of my best men. Senior officers.
Superintendent John Smit
and his partner, Detective Sergeant Vusi Matsoso.
[all applauding]
[imperceptible]
[in Afrikaans] As we say in Afrikaans, these men are on the ball.
[in English] Captain? Captain, please, just a few more questions.
Yes, of course.
Captain, there was a shoot-out at a farmhouse
that saw at least three people lose their lives.
Why has there been no mention of this?
Is it because they are not related to the mayor?
There was no mention because it's an ongoing investigation.
And we're looking into the cause of the shooting.
What about Golgotha Tavern?
What about it?
Almost every drug-related crime can be traced back there.
And yet the tavern
has been allowed to continue its operations day and night.
There is no conclusive proof that Golgotha Tavern
is involved in any way in this tragedy.
But wasn't the victim's body discovered not too far from it?
The veldt where the body was found borders the township, yes.
But that does not mean that anybody from the township
had anything to do with this tragedy.
[man] She's right.
The tsotsis in this township get away with things like murder
because somebody in your department--
[in Afrikaans] Gerrit, please. Just sit down.
[in English] They come from the townships to kill our children! You do nothing.
Hey! Who's killing your children?
You bloody people!
[all clamoring]
[gentle piano music playing]
[in Afrikaans] You two better get to work, and fast.
[music continues]
[opens beer]
[Abby in English] My love.
[in Tswana] I'm in here.
[Abby] Mm.
-[in English] Rough day, huh? -Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm? -Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
[chuckles softly]
I'm so proud of you.
Why?
[breathes deeply] Well, because…
[in Tswana] …you and John…
give people hope.
[in English] You…
give me…
hope.
-Hope? -Mm-hmm.
[in Tswana] Were we at the same meeting?
-Hmm? -[both chuckling]
[Abby groans]
[in English] I know that things are usually like this.
[in Tswana] But maybe…
this time it will be different.
[Vusi inhales deeply]
[exhales]
-[groaning] Hmm… -[Abby] Mm? Mm? Mm?
-[Vusi chuckles] -Mm? Mm-hmm?
[both] Mm.
[Abby] Mm. Mm.
[music continues]
[both] Mm.
[both chuckling]
[music continues]
[in Afrikaans] We need to establish a timeline of Melissa's last 18 hours.
[in English] What time did you see her last?
[in Afrikaans] Uh, she came to the butcher shop around half past four,
with her friends Elsa and Maureen.
She asked permission to spend the night at their place.
Did you notice anything strange in her behavior?
-Anything she said? -No.
No, she was herself.
Eager to spend the night with her friends.
[in English] Did she have a boyfriend?
[in Afrikaans] No.
Uh, she dated my employee Hennie for a while,
but that's been over for more than year.
[in English] Did she have any enemies? Someone that might want to cause her harm?
[in Afrikaans] She was barely 18.
How the fuck would she have enemies?
[John sighs] We're just trying to consider all possibilites, that's all.
Is that so?
You're wasting fucking time.
Go look for the bastard!
Get out of the way!
-[in English] What do you think? -I think you should have come alone.
What? Why?
You're joking, right?
No, I'm not.
Right now, anything that doesn't look or sound like them is the enemy.
And to them, I am just as Black
as the man that they think killed their little girl.
They just found out that they lost their daughter.
Fuck's sake! Not everything's about race.
[ominous music playing]
Hey. Check this out.
What have you got?
She wears that necklace in every picture, except that one.
-Has it been bagged? -Not yet.
Oh, well, she could've lost it in the veldt.
Mm. Maybe.
-[phone buzzing] -[John sighs]
Ah, shit.
I gotta take this.
Melissa was supposed to stay over…
[sniffles] …but she never came back from the bar.
Which bar was this?
The Burning Bush.
Did, um-- Did something happen at this bar?
There was an incident with Melissa and her ex, but--
Hennie de Villiers?
And what-- what incident was this?
Hennie and Melissa dated for a while.
But she broke things off because he has a temper.
How big of a temper?
[young woman] He got jealous.
And he hit her.
Did he hit her last night?
[sobbing]
[sniffling]
Yeah.
She was here with her girlfriends.
And a few other Black guys.
[scoffs]
What happened?
[sighs]
Look.
I don't care about the company you keep,
as long as you behave and you pay.
Money is money.
What'd they actually do?
They caused problems with some of my clients,
so I threw the whole lot out.
If you wanna see, I've got it all on camera.
So here are the video files, this is according to camera and time.
[smacks lips] Thanks, I'll take it from here.
[thuds]
[people talking in video]
Stop right there.
Play it again.
-Bye. -Bye.
-Drive safe. -Drive safe.
-Stop. -Who's that?
Kop. Hijacking gangster that works for the Russian.
Shit.
No wonder she's dead.
Hey, Vus, what's wrong?
-Fuck this shit! -Vusi!
Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?
-You're a fucking Ka-- -Say it.
Say it.
[John] Vusi…
-Say it! -[John] Vusi! Vus, Vus, come on.
[tense music playing]
Give me a fucking excuse and say it!
Vusi… Vusi…
Vusi.
Vus. Come on. Come on.
[John cocks gun, grunts a warning]
You want me to shoot some sense in that dumb fuck head of yours, buck.
Huh?
Mm.
Thought not.
[in Afrikaans] Go fuck yourself.
[dramatic music playing]
[John sighs]
[sniffs, exhales]
[music fades]
[in English] You think there's any hope for this land, John?
Think we'll ever get past the hate?
[scoffs] Past it? Fuck.
[wind gusting]
That's a big ask.
You know, a lot of blood has been spilled in this place.
But… I consider you my brother.
You know?
You're the only oke in the world I really trust, so…
that's enough for me.
[coughs]
[John] Cheers.
[gasps]
We gotta stop getting this cheap kak, eh?
[chuckles]
Ah…
[indistinct chatter on video]
[woman screams]
[in Afrikaans] Damn!
-[in English] Who's the one with the hook? -We don't know yet, Captain.
If he runs with Kop, he's bad news.
-[Captain] Mm. -[man shouts in video]
All right. This is what I want.
Find the guy with the hook and bring him in.
Let's start with the ex.
[John] All right.
[quietly] Please.
I didn't kill her.
I would never hurt her. Please.
I would never hurt her.
Is that right?
Hmm?
Now, what the fuck do you call this?
[people screaming in video]
Hey? Bet it wasn't the first time, eh, big man?
Hmm?
You can say what you want. I didn't kill her.
So you admit you hit her?
I… I mean, I-- I lost my temper once or twice.
-But that's all-- that's all-- -Bullshit!
I have testimonies from her best friends saying that she was afraid of you,
you are violent and you're out of control.
-And that, that is why she left you. -No. No.
I loved her.
-You loved her? -I loved her.
Please.
Well, now.
That there, that's not love.
Oh, God. Fuck.
-And that? -Fuck.
-[crying] -That's not love.
-Oh, and this one? Mm? That? Is that love? -Oh, jeez. Fuck.
[John] Hmm? This one?
You need a fucking therapist if you think that's love. Hmm?
-You were jealous. -No.
-You ran her off the road, then beat her. -No.
To death, in cold blood. Come on, admit it.
Listen, just confess. 'Cause you-- Vus! Ah, fuck, Vus!
Shut up and stop crying!
You know, I hate women beaters the most.
-[groans] -Now talk, or I'm going to hurt you.
[Hennie] Okay, okay, okay!
[eerie music playing]
After I got kicked out of the bar, I went to a friend's house,
Kobus van Jaarsveld.
We smoked joints and drank a lot of beer.
I have witnesses. I can prove I was there 'til lunch--
-What about your hand? -I punched a wall. I was fucking angry!
If there's anyone you should suspect of killing her,
it's that gangster she left me for.
What's his name?
Sonnyboy.
She called him Sonnyboy.
What the fuck were you thinking? I--
-I had that under control. -Well, it worked, didn't it?
The how isn't as important as getting results, remember?
You taught me that.
I don't like to shit where I eat,
and I'm not losing my job over this kak!
You feel me, buck?
Yeah.
Well, good.
[suspenseful music playing]
This money's gonna do a lot of good.
-What, you're not even going to count it? -I trust you.
-[laughing] -[chuckles]
That's the best thing I've heard all day.
Well, I know how important your reputation is to you.
A man's reputation is all he has.
What he's done,
what he can do.
That's all he has.
Well, then, never let it be said that I was a dishonest criminal.
Hmm.
[pats bag]
[door opens]
[dog barking in distance]
So what are you going to do now?
I'm thinking about Egoli.
Get a fresh start.
Oh.
That's definitely the place to do it. I could always use people like you.
Call this number when you get there. Tell him I sent you.
-Just like that? -Why should it be any harder?
What do you think?
Most cops that work for us have no dignity.
They smoke, gamble, alcoholics.
But this one, see, this one, he doesn't know what he wants to be.
Not yet.
I was afraid you were gonna say that.
Take the men and follow him.
Starting to cost a lot more than you're worth, son.
[in Xhosa] Sorry, Uncle Mongo.
[in English] I will leave in the morning.
[chuckles]
[in Tswana] I know I'm early but I couldn't wait to…
[object clatters]
What's going on?
They're fighting, and he's been hitting her.
-[woman in English] Fucking coward! -[man] Fuck you, you fucking bitch!
[ominous music playing]
Dumb, little crying bitch.
[man chuckles]
You're a fucking coward.
That's all you are. You're a fucking coward!
[man] Fuck you! Huh?
Oh!
[laughing]
You called the cops.
Do you know who I am?
Huh?
You know who I am?
Huh?
This is my house.
Get the fuck out.
-Sir-- -Out, get out.
-Get the fuck out! Get the fuck-- -You need-- You need to calm down.
Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out!
-I need you to calm down. -Get the fuck out!
I didn't call him,
he's the maid's husband, you fucking moron!
-[grunts] -[screams]
Look, I am not going to ask you again! Calm down! Is she all right?
-Yeah. -[man] Hey, man.
Hey. Hey, nobody called you.
Nobody called you. Nobody called you!
So get the fuck out of my house,
or I'm going to go and get my firearm, and I'm going to fuck you up, little boy!
-[spits] -[woman screams]
[both grunting]
[groans]
Leave him alone!
[grunting]
-Who's your little boy now? -Leave him alone!
Leave him alone!
Leave him alone, you fucking bastard!
You fucking animal!
[man groans]
-[woman] Get out! -[groans]
Get out! Get out before I press charges.
We need to go! We need to go!
[groaning]
[grunts]
[woman panting]
[music fades]
[truck idling]
[turns off engine]
[ominous music playing]
[door creaking open]
[inhales, shudders]
[in Tswana] Vusi, what were you thinking?
What were you thinking?
You say nothing the whole way home, and now you pick their side?
[in English] Ugh, damn it, Vusi! This is not about sides.
You could lose your job over this, huh?
[in Tswana] I've already lost mine. And what about our baby?
Everything I do, is for her!
Men like that are a danger to everyone. They deserve everything they get.
[phone buzzes]
[in English] Yeah?
Yeah, I'm on my way.
And John?
I got it.
Yeah.
I'll keep it here for now.
[in Tswana] What's going on?
You need to start packing.
We leave for Jo'burg at the end of the week.
Goodness, this week? We can't even afford Jo'burg, Vusi.
[in English] Vusi, where did you get this?
[in Tswana] I earned it.
[in English] Well, at least half.
How?
[in Tswana] We had a few side deals lined up, and… some of them came through.
[in English] Were they illegal?
Illegal? Do you even know what that--
[in Tswana] Don't you dare lie to me! Are you a thief? Did you steal this?
[in English] No, I'm not a fucking thief!
[in Tswana] Look.
It doesn't matter where the money's from. What matters is what we do with it.
[gasps in disbelief]
[in English] I can't believe what I'm hearing.
[gasps]
[in Tswana] Abby, look at our country.
[Abby in English] Oh, God.
[in Tswana] Look at our country.
Look at our presidents, our politicians.
[in English] Your boss! They're all doing it.
Looking out for themselves, lining their own pockets.
And now that I'm doing, you wanna judge me? Me?!
-Are you fucking kidding me? -[yelps]
Are you happy that I risk my life to protect these bastards
that think of me as nothing more than a Kaffir?
[crying]
You know… You know I don't think that.
Let's be free, Abby.
Let's-- Let's be free.
Huh? Free from you having to-- to sweep their floors,
me having to protect them when they sleep, Abby.
-[cries] -Abby, Abby…
[in Tswana] We can finally have a decent life.
Huh?
[Abby inhales]
[exhales] Vusi…
we already have a decent life.
[in Tswana] Can't you see?
[in English] This…
This dirty money
is not going to change how they see you.
It's not going to change how you see yourself.
[gentle music playing]
[in Tswana] I am begging you.
[phone buzzing]
[in English] Please.
I have to go.
Think about what I said.
[in Tswana] But start packing.
[chair clatters, scrapes floor]
[whispers] Vusi.
[grunts]
[sobs softly]
[inhales]
[exhales slowly]
[ominous music playing]
[in English] Yeah.
He's leaving now.
No, he left it behind.
What do you want me to do?
Okay.
[in Afrikaans] Welcome, everyone, sorry to keep you out of your warm beds.
[in English] Thanks for joining us.
[in Afrikaans] There's shit in the water, folks.
[in English] And we're choosing the worst possible time to take it out.
I'll be the first to admit
we've been avoiding that place for too long.
But if we don't act now, those bastards will get away with everything,
and I will not let that happen.
Lewis.
All right, based on our recon…
[in Afrikaans] We're looking at approximately 200 people.
Most under 30,
and most will be armed.
So remember, we're going in outnumbered,
and the last thing we need
is another incident.
This clown, Mongo,
who runs this place,
has high connections with the township justice system
and the Russians.
Behind the scenes, people are buying and selling
hijacked cars, goods stolen from homes,
guns, drugs, copper wire, you name it.
This bastard thinks he's the township's Robin Hood!
[in English] Be that as it may, we're not after him and his buddies tonight.
Tonight's target is Sonnyboy and Kop.
Go get them, guys.
[indistinct conversations]
You realize this guy just paid us in full. He's going to think we double-crossed him.
It's the job. We don't have a choice.
Maybe.
-What are you doing? -Warning him.
I'll see you in the car.
["How Men of Yarn" by Tarryn Lamb and Paulo Azevedo playing]
♪ How men of yarn talk of the weather ♪
♪ Waiting on answers And passing the time ♪
♪ The tears of a blind man who can see ♪
♪ Measure the life of things to be ♪
♪ With pestilence heightened The wicked run free ♪
♪ If death lay in my hands Which man would I free? ♪
♪ Which man would I free? ♪
♪ How men of yarn ♪
♪ Forgive them, Father ♪
♪ No, they know not what they do ♪
♪ How men of yarn… ♪
Search warrant?
Hand him over, or things are gonna get a lot worse.
You know who make police?
Township people who want to be middle class.
And they'll do it, no matter who they step on.
Hey, Vus.
These pricks always think they're Robin Hood.
You're far from it, buck.
-How many people have you stepped on? -Not nearly as many as you, white man.
[scoffs]
Look, just… give us what we want and we'll leave.
This is not about us.
Township people get killed and stabbed all the time.
Now one white girl gets killed, and you wanna break down my door?
I don't think so.
Now go. And if you think this is over, it's not.
-Take your brother with you. -Whoa.
[breathes deeply]
[indistinct conversations in distance]
[knocking]
[in Xhosa] Hey, Kop.
[in Afrikaans] Sonnyboy, it's time, my brother.
[in Xhosa] Cool.
Cool.
-[Sonnyboy sniffles] -[banging on door]
[banging on door]
-[in English] Who is it? -Open up! Police!
Run!
Drop that fucking weapon! On your knees!
[exciting music playing]
I'll get the car!
Run, Sonnyboy!
Run, run!
[all shouting]
[dog barking]
[music softens]
[panting]
[radio beeps]
John…
John, he's gone.
John?
[John] Vusi? Vus, we have him.
You shit!
-[grunts] Huh? -[groans]
[people shouting]
You thought you could get away with it, huh?
-[grunts] -[groans]
[spits]
[in Xhosa] What are you looking at? What are you looking at?
[people continue shouting]
[in English] He killed the girl, man.
-[in Xhosa] This white man is lying! -[John in English] Put him in the van.
Get him in the fucking van.
[in Xhosa] Hey, Mom, this piece of shit is lying.
[John] Get him away.
He's lying! This person is lying.
-[John] You are lying! -You dog shit!
Get him in the fucking bakkie. No, he's lying. He's lying, man!
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[music fades]
-[applause, whistling] -[man] Whoo! Whoo!
[in English] Hey, hey.
Oh, now, that's for me, thanks. Thank you.
Vus, you want a coffee?
[knocks]
[in Afrikaans] Martin, are you all right? You've been sitting here for a while.
[sighs]
Sorry, I lost track of time.
[inhales sharply, exhales]
I'm ready.
Okay. Come in.
It's pretty.
[crying]
I'm just going to need your signature on the invoice,
then we can begin.
You did a good job.
Thank you.
I'll give you a moment.
I miss you.
I miss you so much.
[sobbing]
I'm heartbroken that such a thing has happened.
I wish with my whole heart that I could change things,
that I could understand for one moment how such a thing could've happened to you.
[sobbing]
[sobs loudly]
[sobs]
[sighs]
[breathes deeply]
But I promise you, my love…
I will find him.
[voice breaks]
[whispers] I will find him.
[in English] Abby, I've been thinking.
What if I resigned today?
[thuds]
[chair scrapes floor]
[smacks lips]
Good morning, officer.
[Vusi pants]
[ominous music playing]
What do you want?
See, I can tell. You don't like intruders in your place either.
Please.
Let her go, she's innocent.
[Russian laughing]
-[yawns] -[continues laughing]
[inhales]
Don't you know that when you cross me,
I take everything from you?
[Abby sobs]
But I warned you. I told you they were coming.
Yes, but you embarrassed me.
And I have my reputation to consider.
That's all a man has, right, is a reputation.
-Vusi! -Wait! Wait!
[grunts]
I have money.
[Russian] Hmm?
You can have it.
Giving me back my money won't fix this.
Life is going to cost you much, much more.
[lock clacking]
[Slick] Whoo!
-[whistles admiringly] -This one.
[sniffs]
[exhales]
[sniffs]
[exhales, sniffs]
[whistling]
[chuckling]
You been busy, eh?
How many bribes did this take?
Fuck you.
Fuck me?
Word of advice, from one criminal to another.
If you're gonna be forced to stay in hell,
don't spend all your time dreaming of heaven.
Look where that got you.
[groans in pain]
[groans]
[exhales]
[panting]
They took everything?
All I had. Your share, too.
Shit!
How the fuck could you let this happen?
I didn't let it happen. They held my family at gunpoint!
What was I supposed to do?
[sighs]
[breathes deeply]
Can we get it back?
No. Not without a fight.
Without the force, we ain't getting within ten feet of that place.
What a fuck-up!
So that's it.
It's over.
No, no. No, not if we can get that murderer charged.
We collect the reward. Still the plan, right?
-Let's just make sure he's guilty. -[chuckles]
[pats truck] Oh, we will. Trust me, buddy.
-So the grandmother says he can't read? -Yeah.
Hi, Doc. How's our prisoner?
Well, he's got two fractured ribs and a minor concussion,
but he should be fine, given time to rest.
I must say, I was surprised.
Surprised about what?
Based on the strike pattern, I thought he'd be right-handed.
Your man's a lefty.
-Are you saying we have the wrong man? -No. She's not saying that.
No, she's not saying that.
Either way, we're gonna have to work him over,
find out what his story is.
Of course.
I'll take some blood, see what matches.
[John] Oh, well.
I didn't kill her.
But something happened that night.
After we left the bar,
we were nearly run off the road by a white bakkie.
[in Xhosa] You know he's full of shit. Should have let me kick his ass. Jesus.
I can't be disrespected by little boys.
You okay?
-[in English] Oh, yeah, I'm fine. -Are you sure, babes?
-Yeah. -Yeah?
[in Xhosa and Afrikaans] I swear if I see that shit again, he's dead. Dead!
[in English] Then you'll go to jail.
Just leave Hennie, okay? He's not worth it.
Babes, does your father know what he did to you?
What's… There's a lot my father doesn't know.
[eerie music playing]
-[in Afrikaans] What's this guy's problem? -What?
-Why's he driving on my ass?
What's his problem?
[music fades]
[in English] Can you identify this bakkie?
[sniffles]
If I saw it again, yeah.
It was one of those really big hunting types.
And after that, she dropped me off in the township and drove home.
You let her go home alone?
[in Xhosa] I begged Melissa not to go alone.
[in English] Even if I could go back with her to Elsa's farm
and walk back to the township.
But she said no.
Why would she say no?
Because she was afraid of her people finding out about us.
[John chuckles dryly]
I've known Melissa since she was a little girl.
And she would never in a million years risk everything for a fuck-up like you.
[in Xhosa] You're talking shit.
[in Afrikaans] You know fuck-all about Melissa,
and you know fuck-all about me.
Oh.
[in Xhosa] Really?
I'm some dumb white man?
[in English] You've been in and out of prison since you were ten years old.
Hmm?
Assault, robbery. You've got a rap sheet as long as my fucking arm.
You're a liar and a thief,
and now, ungumbulali. A murderer.
-John… -No, Vus.
I'm not gonna let this boy sit here and lie to us.
Melissa gave him a lift out of the goodness of her heart.
And as a thank you, he raped and he fucking beat her to death!
Fuck you, bro.
Hmm?
[in Xhosa] Fuck you. I said fuck you.
[in Xhosa] Fuck me?
-[in English] John! -[Sonnyboy] Fuck.
[tense music playing]
[in Xhosa] Shit, even if you do that, fuck you.
[coughing]
[in English] Fuck!
[in Xhosa] Fuck you too! Fuck you, you're all the same.
-[thuds] -[in English] Ah! Fuck!
Fuck you!
Fuck.
-What the hell was that? -I'm sorry, man.
-We can't afford to mess this up! -Said I was sorry, okay?
[panting]
-So, what do you think of his story? -About the white bakkie?
This place is full of fuckin' white bakkies.
-So you think he's lying. -Of course he's lying!
That's all these little shits can do until they can't anymore.
Listen to me.
Our only job is to get a signed confession out of him.
That is it, okay? Now the sooner we do it, the better.
Let's go finish the job.
[ominous music playing]
[knocking at door]
-Vus? -Mm-hmm?
-You okay? -Yes. What's that?
Oh, it's everything Sonnyboy had on him.
Thanks.
[mysterious music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Sonnyboy in Afrikaans] You'll see!
That thing will break, bro.
[in English] Sonnyboy.
Sonnyboy!
What do you see?
[groans]
That's it.
That's the bakkie.
[in Xhosa] That's it.
[in English] That's the bakkie.
You're sure?
100%, Detective. 100%.
Do you believe me now?
Detective, do you believe me now?
[eerie music playing]
[phone buzzing]
[Vusi] Doctor?
Yeah.
So there is someone else?
[suspenseful music playing]
[music building]
[music fades]
[doctor] I've already told Vusi that it's only the semen that matches.
John? Did you hear me?
Yeah, I heard-- heard you.
[clears throat]
Thanks.
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
[sniffles]
[music fades]
Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you.
Some food.
It's not that good, but I thought you were hungry.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
[slides papers]
Some paper for you to sign.
What paper sign?
Well, if you want to get out of here and prove you're innocent, then, uh…
[inhales] …your best and only chance is to talk to the judge.
It's a request form to speed up your court appearance.
You can sit here in remand detention for the next year,
it's easy, I-- I don't care.
It's up to you.
[in Xhosa] Do you have a pen?
Here's a pen.
[smacking lips]
[in English] Make your mark there.
No, make your mark. I'll do the rest.
[in Xhosa] There you go.
Thank you.
[in Tswana] You're leaving?
To my mother's.
Why?
[sniffles]
[exhales loudly]
[in English] You know why.
-Abby, Abby, Abby-- -Don't.
[in Tswana] I'm begging you.
[in English] Just, please, don't do this. Just wait. Just… Just wait.
[in Tswana] Our… home…
[in English] …is not safe anymore.
[in Tswana] Do you understand that?
-[in English] But you're safe-- -I really, really thought
we were going to die this morning.
But you're safe now.
[exhales] Oh.
[in Tswana] I've got a job waiting for me.
What job?
[exhales deeply]
[in English] I'm going to take over my mother's duties…
[sniffles] …because…
[in Tswana] …she's getting too old for domestic work.
-[in English] But you hate being a maid. -[sighs, chuckles]
[car horn honks]
I have to go.
[sighs deeply]
I-- I-- I need to go.
All right.
[in Tswana] Please take these.
[exhales] Uh…
[inhales deeply]
I'll call you when I get there.
[sobbing]
[Vusi in English] So sorry for everything.
[Abby sobbing] I know. I know.
[in Tswana] I'm going to make it right.
I'll get back everything when we get to Jo'burg.
[in English] Vusi…
[gasps]
[sighs loudly]
All this time
you spent…
[in Tswana] …trying to get back what's been taken from you…
[in English] …more and more is… walking out the door.
[melancholy piano music playing]
But when…
you are ready…
I will be waiting.
-[sobbing] -[tragic music playing]
[inhales deeply]
[sobs]
Drive.
[sniffles]
-[sobbing] -[music continues]
[melancholy music playing]
[tapping foot sadly]
[music fading slowly]
So she left you, huh?
Yeah.
I'm sorry to hear that, man.
No… it's for the best right now.
-Yeah. [sighs] -At least that's what I tell myself.
Mm.
Mm!
You and the bank?
The bank?
[chuckles]
Ah, it's all good, man. It's all settled.
How?
[chuckles] You haven't heard?
Reward money came through.
What?
We solved the case, man.
I-- I tried to call you, but, you know, you've been so busy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sonnyboy confessed?
Mm-hmm.
Confessed and, uh, signed his little X.
No, no, I don't understand. Did the doctor call you?
Yeah, she did.
And, well, if another match is found, then,
you know, maybe they'll drop the charges, but for now, he's guilty, bru.
-[shatters] -[echoing] Fuck!
-Vusi, what the fuck? -Fuck!
-Hey! I thought we were in this together. -Oh, we were, but not anymore!
[John] What?
Is-- Is this about your share?
Ugh!
[stammering] Come on, man. The mayor paid the money into the account this morning.
There'll be 100 grand in your account tomorrow morning, bud.
Fifty grand goes to the department, I get 100 grand.
It's fucking tax-free! What do you-- What?
Vus, why the fuck are you acting like this?
Listen to me. This whole fucking charade was your idea, okay?
And now that it's worked out, you're acting like a bitch. What the fuck?
[grunts] Vusi!
Fuck you!
Did that boy even know what he was signing?
[John groans, pants]
I'll fuckin' shoot you where you stand, you piece of shit!
[John gasping]
Now get the fuck off my farm!
[John shuddering]
[inhales, groans]
[panting]
So there it is.
The real you.
What? You're suspended, you piece of shit!
Fuck off!
[panting]
[inhales, groans]
[panting]
[tense music playing]
[mournful music playing]
[sniffles]
Melissa…
[in Afrikaans] …she loved this time of day the most.
Yeah. Yeah.
[gentle piano music playing]
-[breathes deeply] -[breath shudders]
[Melissa in English] He stands between the gloom,
charmed…
by a flight of the imagination.
The phantom angel-man
breaks his mask…
and sears his hesitancy.
Revered for his valor…
[Sonnyboy sobs, sniffles]
…he walks with her
through the narrow chamber,
hands clutched.
[Sonnyboy sniffling]
[Melissa] Hey.
Babe?
[sniffles]
-Can you hear me? -[hopeful music playing]
And below the cotton sky in their cocoon…
they lay snug.
And recount the eclipse of their souls.
Seated…
[echoing] …on the rim of time.
[liquid sloshing]
[clanks]
["Living in a Box" by Chris Chameleon playing]
♪ We're living in a box ♪
♪ Running out of luck ♪
♪ No shoes, no socks ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Oh, oh, we're living in a box ♪
♪ Running out of luck ♪
♪ No shoes, no socks ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Oh, you twist and shout ♪
♪ You can't get out ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, baby ♪
♪ Oh, you twist and shout ♪
♪ You can't get out ♪
-♪ Oh, baby ♪ -[groaning]
♪ Oh, you twist and shout ♪
♪ You can't get out ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, baby ♪
-♪ Oh, you twist and shout ♪ [groans]
♪ You can't get out ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Oh, you twist and shout… ♪
-[ominous music playing] -[groans]
It's the end of the line, baby.
[sobbing]
I'd love to stay and play, but…
it's become a bit risky.
[sobbing loudly]
[clanks]
[clicks tongue]
[exhaling in relief]
-[rattles] -Yeah.
-[continues sobbing] -Close.
But listen.
The good news…
is I'll see you soon.
[sobbing loudly]
[flames whoosh]
[woman screaming in pain]
[tragic music playing]
[John] Gave us quite a bit of bucks now. Maybe a steak.
[choking]
[John] Sweet lemons.
[gasps for air]
[music continues over dialogue]
[woman sobbing]
-[thunder cracks, rumbles] -Ah! [sniffles]
[rain pattering]
[gasping]
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
[mutters]
[morose music playing]
[exhales]
[breathing deeply]
[screaming silently]
[shudders]
[whimpers]
[starts engine]
[sniffles]
[music continues]
[thunder rumbling]
[indistinct conversations, laughter]
[dance music playing faintly]
[grunts]
-[indistinct conversations] -[dance music playing]
[all yelping in surprise]
[in Xhosa] What are you doing? Back of the line!
[in English] It's fine. I got this.
You've got some set of balls.
[chuckles]
[spits]
Mother--
-[women screaming] -Everybody get the fuck out!
Fuck him up.
[Vusi groaning]
[groaning]
[tense music playing]
[spits, chuckles]
[tense music building]
-[fires gun] -[Vusi groans]
[gasps]
[Vusi panting]
You think you can come to my club and I'll help you out of your misery?
I'm done doing you favors.
Now get out of my club!
Get this piece of shit out of here.
-[man 1] You got it. -[man 2] Go ahead.
-Fuck you, Mongo! -Fuck you!
[Vusi] Fuck you and your reputation!
-[groaning] -[man] Shut up! Shut up!
-[clicking] -[somber music playing]
Put this on him. There's gonna be protestors at the court.
[cuffs rattling]
[cuffs clicking]
[knocking at door]
[knocking continues]
-[phone buzzing] -[grunts softly]
[grunts]
[knocking continues]
Ah, shit. Hold on!
[knocking continues]
[grunts]
Hold on!
Yeah?
[doctor] Yeah, what? It's me, open up.
[sighs]
[clatters]
For the love of Mike, I've been calling you for two days!
What the hell happened to you?
[groaning softly]
Is there something you wanted?
-I found a match… -[pills rattle]
…between the hair samples you gave me and the skin under her nails.
His name is Wilhelm Jooste.
[sighs]
[pills rattling]
You're wasting your time. I've been suspended.
What for?
Breaking my boss's nose.
Jesus.
You don't give a shit, do you? That boy's gonna be locked up
for something he didn't do because you can't get over yourself.
Fuck.
[clicks tongue]
[slams folder]
[grunting]
[sighs]
[clamoring]
[chanting indistinctly]
When we move, you keep your head down.
[in Xhosa] Do you understand?
Good. Let's go.
-[thuds] -[in English] Fuck!
-What are you doing here? -To talk.
Give me one reason why I shouldn't arrest you right now for obstruction.
Three years ago, you and I took a bribe that cost an innocent girl her life.
-Are you wearing a fuckin' wire? -I'm not trying to burn you, man.
Look, the same guy we let go then is the same bastard that killed Melissa,
Wilhelm Jooste.
His DNA matches the skin samples found under her nails.
[officer] Is everything all right?
Arrest this man
for obstruction and for being a disgrace to the force!
What? Is this about your nose?
Argh, fuck you, man.
Look, John, the boy is innocent.
-Look at the bloody file! -[cuffs clicking]
Thank you, I'll pass it to the judge, but it's out of my hands now.
-Look, John, if you want-- -Get in the car.
If you want to blame somebody, blame me.
I never took the job seriously. I never respected it.
I never realized how much depended on me just doing right.
John, look, I should have been a better cop, a better partner,
a better friend!
Look, I should have done a lot of things differently, John, but let the boy go!
[voice breaking] Everything you did, you did for your family.
What I'm doing is for mine.
-Put him in. -John!
John! Fuck, John.
God damn it!
John!
[yells in Xhosa] Let's go! Hurry up!
[crowd chanting in English] Free Sonnyboy!
[mouths] Fuck you.
[chanting] Free Sonnyboy! Justice for Melissa!
[crowd screaming]
[melancholy music playing]
[shot echoes]
Get a medic! Get a fucking medic!
Run!
Get a medic!
Now!
[siren wailing]
[music continues]
[music fades]
[breathes deeply]
["Oh My Lord" by Chris Chameleon playing]
♪ You made these hands ♪
♪ You gave them work ♪
♪ Oh my Lord ♪
♪ You made these feet ♪
♪ And where they walk ♪
♪ Oh my Lord ♪
♪ Take me back, my Lord ♪
♪ Bring me home, my Lord ♪
-♪ You made this heart ♪ -[imperceptible]
♪ You made it beat ♪
♪ Oh my Lord ♪
♪ You made these eyes ♪
♪ And all they see ♪
♪ Oh my Lord ♪
♪ Take me home, my Lord ♪
♪ Bring me back, my Lord ♪
[panting]
♪ You made this soul ♪
♪ And why it's so ♪
♪ Oh my Lord ♪
♪ You made this wind ♪
♪ This wild, wild wind ♪
[suspenseful music playing]
[music fades]
Wilhelm!
[ominous music playing]
We've been expecting you.
Well, here I am.
Too bad you came here to die.
So that's it?
I thought you people saw yourselves as some kind of warriors.
Or are you just some sick fucking serial killer hiding behind them?
[chuckles softly]
All right.
[chuckles]
When this is over…
you're gonna wish I shot you.
[both grunting]
[chuckles]
[both grunting]
[yells] Why?
Nice.
I see you've had some training.
[in Afrikaans] Nice, man.
-[grunts] -Huh?
Huh? [grunts]
[laughs]
[Vusi groans]
-[Wilhelm laughing] -[groans]
-Come. Come, come, come. Come on! -[groans]
[Wilhelm grunts]
[Vusi panting]
[somber music playing]
[in English] You want to know…
[mocking sadness] …why
I killed Melissa.
[mocking sadness] "Why?"
I killed all the others.
I did it because I could.
[Melissa grunting]
[in Afrikaans] Where do you think you're going?
[in English] I did it
so they all can be my slaves
in the afterlife!
-[thuds] -[dramatic music playing]
[laughing]
Come, stand up.
[grunts]
[Melissa whimpers]
-[groaning in pain] -[grunting]
-[both grunting] -[dramatic music building]
-[spits] -[grunting in disgust]
[tense music playing]
[ominous music playing]
-[gasps, moans] -[Melissa whimpering]
[eerie music playing]
[whimpers, spits]
-[sobs mockingly] -[Melissa whimpering]
[in Afrikaans] Look… Look…
Look…
You've got a little heart.
[shudders]
A little heart…
[Wilhelm moans softly]
[Melissa grunting]
-[Melissa struggling] -[tragic music playing]
[Wilhelm moans]
[choking]
[Wilhelm moans]
[choking]
[grunting]
[panting]
-[grunts loudly] -[thuds]
[gurgling]
[mocking]
[grunting weakly]
[in English] You sound
like a butterfly trapped…
[shudders] …under an umbrella.
[Wilhelm laughing]
[dramatic music playing]
[Wilhelm giggles]
[Vusi groaning]
[ominous music playing]
-You're under arrest for murder! -[dramatic music building]
[Vusi grunting]
-[groans] -[music fades]
[wind gusting]
[groaning]
[groaning in pain]
[muttering]
[grunts]
[groaning in pain]
[grunts, sighs]
[sighing loudly]
[breathing weakly]
[car alarm blaring in distance]
[sirens approaching]
[men shouting in distance]
[shudders]
[gunshot in distance]
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
[wind gusting]
[sirens and gunshots continue]
[shuddering]
-[grunts weakly] -[sounds fade]
-["The Man Comes Around" plays] -♪ And I heard, as it were ♪
♪ The noise of thunder ♪
♪ One of the four beasts saying ♪
♪ Come and see ♪
♪ And I saw ♪
♪ And behold a white horse ♪
♪ There's a man goin' 'round Takin' names ♪
[sirens approaching]
♪ And he decides Who to free and who to blame ♪
♪ Everybody won't be treated All the same ♪
♪ There'll be a golden ladder Reachin' down ♪
♪ When the man comes around ♪
♪ The hairs on your arm will stand up ♪
♪ At the terror In each sip and in each sup ♪
♪ Will you partake Of that last offered cup ♪
♪ Or disappear into the potter's ground? ♪
♪ When the man comes around ♪
♪ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers ♪
♪ One hundred million angels singing ♪
♪ Multitudes are marchin' To the big kettledrum ♪
♪ Voices callin', voices cryin' ♪
♪ Some are born and some are dyin' ♪
♪ It's alpha and omega's kingdom come ♪
♪ And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree ♪
♪ The virgins are all Trimming their wicks ♪
♪ The whirlwind is in the thorn tree ♪
♪ It's hard for thee To kick against the pricks ♪
♪ Till armageddon, no shalam, no shalom ♪
♪ Then the father hen Will call his chickens home ♪
♪ The wise man Will bow down before the throne ♪
♪ And at his feet They'll cast their golden crowns ♪
♪ When the man comes around ♪
♪ Whoever is unjust Let him be unjust still ♪
♪ Whoever is righteous Let him be righteous still ♪
♪ Whoever is filthy Let him be filthy still ♪
♪ Listen to the words long written down ♪
♪ When the man comes around ♪
♪ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers ♪
♪ One hundred million angels singing ♪
♪ Multitudes are marchin' To the big kettledrum ♪
♪ Voices callin', voices cryin' ♪
♪ Some are born and some are dyin' ♪
♪ It's alpha and omega's kingdom come ♪
♪ And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree ♪
♪ The virgins are all Trimming their wicks ♪
♪ The whirlwind is in the thorn trees ♪
♪ It's hard for thee To kick against the pricks ♪
♪ In measured hundredweight And penny pound ♪
♪ When the man comes around ♪
♪ And I heard a voice In the midst of the four beasts ♪
♪ And I looked, and behold a pale horse ♪
♪ And his name that sat on him was death And hell followed with him ♪
[somber string music playing]
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