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[water gurgles]
[Jon] Where did he go?
Up or down Frankie?
Up!
What was that for?
[Jon] To help wash the shit out your teeth.
[uneasy music plays]
-[police radio] -[Captain Dhoni] Tango six, come in.
[Capt. Dhoni] Dammit Jon, come in for Captain Dhoni.
[Jon] I'm going after Wayne, cover the exits.
[Capt. Dhoni] Negative! Negative! Stand by for backup! Over.
[Jon] No! By the time backup arrives, he'll be gone!
Breach! Breach!
Go! Go!
[exciting music plays]
[metallic clatter]
[grunt]
[laughs]
Where are the drugs, Wayne?
I'm not gonna ask again.
You came up here?
You should have gone down there!
Hey!
You shit brick!
Don't you dare!
[SWAT] Freeze!
[screaming]
Ah fuck!
[wet splat]
[theme music plays]
[shattering glass]
[Capt. Dhoni] This entire operation...
...down the drain because of you.
I was the one who got us the lead in the first place.
Well, now we got nothing.
We knew they were working with someone higher up.
So now what?
The snitch and the distributor are both a bloody mess.
We're digging their brains out of ten kilos of coke,
and we still have no idea who the bigger player is!
-If the SWAT team had-- -Shut it!
I'll pick up the trail again Cap'.
No, you're off this.
-What? -Excuse me?
I'm sorry, Cap', can we just--
This entire thing is a stuff up...
because you can't play nicely with other kids.
So what now, I'm suspended?
No.
Nope...
Homicide in Rosettenville, looks drug related.
Come on, Cap', this is low level shi--
You're lucky I'm giving you that!
Now get out!
Hey.
Get your shit together, Jon.
Yes, sir.
[seaside sounds] [band music plays]
[Detective] Trevor Gumede, 37 years old,
you were born in Johannesburg.
You were five years old by the time your mom left you.
Since then, you've bounced around from home to home,
You then ran away from there to Cape Town to be a thug.
Breaking and entering, shoplifting.
-[chair scrapes on floor] -You thought that was like small fry, hey?
So you had to upgrade yourself...
to possession of narcotics, possession with intention to sell, burglary.
[sniggers]
You know, when I am thinking carefully about this, Gumede,
your sentence, collectively,
you're looking at about 11 years.
No, no, correction,
that's why I work with you guys.
Wipe that shit clean.
That is not going to happen.
Your cover is blown.
All I need from you, is to make sure
that Phindi gives up the drugs, and her contact.
[Trevor] You've got the drugs in your hair!
Police! Police!
Help! Police brutality!
[shouting]
Ow! Look he's cuffed me!
You sellout!
So you are the one that has caused this for me!
And whose fault is that?
That stupid rookie was supposed to arrest me alongside Phindi.
That might be true,
but you're burnt now.
Spoilt goods, can't use you.
Fuck that!
But, I have a small job for you,
in Johannesburg.
No! No!
I would rather drink Gwede Mantashe's bath water!
In actual fact, I would rather go down on a Taiwanese transvestite.
What am I going to get? Meat and two veg? An axe wound? I don't know?
The chances are better than me going to Joburg!
Listen here,
it's either you go to Johannesburg,
or you start thinking of a number of ways
in which you should not pick up the soap.
[metal gates clang]
What time's that flight?
[camera flashes]
[Carelse] Bring a marker here for the needle, please.
Jurre, it looks like Die Antwoord shot a music video here.
Yeah.
It's chaos man.
-Look who's here! -Hey! Hey!
-Kannie! -Kannie?
Can't play nicely!
Good one.
-Thank you. -So tell me,
what are you doing here? Because now you can see, buthi, this is a Homicide?
I know what's happening here! He got kicked off a big job,
and now he needs to hang around here with the small shit!
That's what happens when you turn your key witnesses into porridge.
Apparently the forensics says they can't
even tell the one guy from the other.
And the coke?
No, couldn't even find any coke, it was just blood and guts everywhere.
-You know like when you have a bowl of mince, - Yeah...
-and you put, like, icing sugar over it. -Yeah...
It looks like that.
I think we should rename him, and call him "Tri-Fuck-ter",
because he lost three things!
That's good, I like that!
Alright, I got what I need.
Come on! No comeback?
-You want my comeback? -Yeah.
Go get it out your mother's arsehole!
Ok, that's fucking unnecessary.
That was mean, Jon.
Hey, come on Dandla, it's not that funny.
[coughing and wheezing].
I'm just coughing, my friend.
[rousing music plays]
[engine starts]
[radio] In what sources believed to be a bizarre case of mistaken identity...
The actor playing Oscar Pistorius in the
upcoming movie on the disgraced athlete's life,
has gone missing.
-[street ambience] -Are you mad?
-Is this for real? -Ja, it's tuning all over the socials.
Damn, South Africa really is a movie, man.
I mean, are criminals in South Africa that useless,
that they actually kidnapped the wrong person?
Chucks, I think we both...
Hi.
-Monique, pay up! -Yeah?
-And now, what is this? -It was a slower night.
Slower night's arse! Where is the rest of my money?
-Does it look like I am hiding something? - Yes it does!
-Where's my money! -What?
Whoa! Stop the war! Stop the war!
You can't treat a woman like this.
Who the fuck is this guy?
I'm the guy who's telling you not to pull a Donald Trump on her,
grab her by the pussy!
Hey my man, listen here!
I sell anybody, but a dead body.
This here, is my bitch!
But you can't own a person, okay?
Unless you do it romantically, like RnB singers, you know like-
[singing] The girl is mine--
[radio] How much ransom would you get for Oscar now?
-[radio] Half price! -[Monique] Actually,
I do remember you.
Huh?
You're the guy that didn't pay me last night.
-Ohhh! -No, I've never met you.
I have never met her!
-Is this is the fool that didn't pay? -Yup, he's the fucker!
-No! Hey! Hey! -Fucker! Piss off!
[Jon] Break it up, break it up! What's going on here?
I don't know.
-Let's just sort this out. -Oh, officer of the law!
-Detective. -It's the same thing.
You're not so tough now, hey?
-Don't touch me! -This man wants to pay me,
to sleep with this man.
-You're a pimp? -No! I'm a cop!
So, where's your badge?
Well, technically, I'm not a cop.
So you are impersonating an officer?
No, I work with the police,
so I'm half a cop.
Okay, I'm taking you in.
-Trust is earned. -This way.
-You're hurting me! -I'm not touching you!
Ow! Ow!
Ow!
What're you doing?
Police brutality!
He's manhandling me!
Ow!
-He's a racist! -I'm not a racist!
Everyone just back away,
I'm an officer of the law, there is nothing to see here.
He's bribing me!
Am I bribing you or brutalizing you? Which one is it?
-This is typical! Let him go! -Ahh!
I'm not touching him!
You are hurting this man because he doesn't have money!
Ah, come on, man, he's a pimp, impersonating an officer.
I'm telling you to just... just back off, okay?
-[screaming] -I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Fucker!
[snooker balls clatter]
General! General! We did it.
We got Oscar Pistorius.
Yeah, but this is not Oscar Pistorius.
What do you mean?
He's got legs. He's got legs!
Oscar Pistorius does not have legs!
He does not have legs!
Oh, uh... he said...
Is he alive?
Of course, General.
We had to use a little extra chloroform.
He's an athlete. He's strong.
So Boy-Boy, tell me, just how much chloroform?
That's too much! That's too much, mate!
Oh.
No, it's fine.
-[loud thump] -Oh!
-[body thumps onto floor] -Oh, sweet!
A few drops.
Well, he's dead, you dumb fucks.
-Hai, he's not dead. -He's dead!
Check his pulse.
-Ah... -What do you suggest we do with it, Ma'am?
I don't know.
Maybe cut him up?
Cut him up?
-Burn him. -[Boy-Boy] Burn him?
Just don't fuck up like the last time you tried to get rid of a body.
[uneasy music plays]
[hollow thump]
Google it.
-Google it. -Google it.
Have you got data?
[news anchor] ...in the upcoming film, "Run Oscar, Run", is still missing.
What a shit show. I feel bad for those guys from Violent Crime. Vusi!
Yeah!
What did you find out?
Remember the drug deal that went wrong.
Drug deal went wrong, and they are busy with the autopsy.
They'll let us know as soon as there are any results.
-This is a lekker shirt, Captain. -Yeah, thank you, Carelse.
-So what's next? -Cap', a word.
Can't you see that we are busy here with "Tri-Fuck-ter"?
I thought we changed it to "Kannie"?
-Hey? -Cannot grow a mustache.
You managed to get my come back yet?
Get your fucking foot off my table, black indian!
Captain, permission to moer Jon in the face!
Shut up! Where's my tea?
Thank you. My office.
You can be lucky the captain stopped us. I would have dropped you!
This better be good.
I found something at the scene.
Forensics said it's clean, the body is in the mortuary.
Those two idiots don't know what they are doing!
I found an address written on the body.
I think there is going to be a drop off.
Follow the address. I'll see what I can get about the body.
-Thanks Cap'. -Not so fast!
You're not doing this alone.
Western Cape Regional sent someone to assist.
Cap', you know I don't work well with others.
No, Jon! After what you did yesterday, I don't wanna hear it!
-Ah, fuck no! -No fucking way!
-You guys know each other? -He's a pimp!
-He's a cock! -He's a detective.
Well, why didn't Detective Cock detect that I'm not a pimp!
-You made me pull my gun on that crowd! -You did what?
-Not important. -He's a racist!
-I knew it! -Trust me, he is not.
I should beat the shit out of you!
-Is it because I'm black? -It's because you're a menace!
-Captain, hold my gun so I can moer him! -The two of you better sort your shit out,
or you get a three month suspension.
You get 11 years jail time.
Yoh!
Fuck!
[Jon] Give me a pen.
[Trevor] What's all of this? What is that?
[Carelse] You know how expensive this is?
Here, 8:30 tonight, don't be late.
That's called defacing state property!
My friend, I heard that you have a lot of women in Cape Town.
Please pass me one.
I'll have a black tea, two sugars, no milk.
Did he just order a coffee from you?
[adventurous music plays]
[street ambience echoes]
[phone buttons beep]
I mean, there's nothing here on chopping
up bodies, it's just "How to get ripped".
That thing needs a supplement.
Brother, do you think these gloves act as a raincoat for hands? Don't you think?
Okay, so just open this chicken one,
-The one with the chicken. -What?
The thing to rip something. Here is the one with the chicken.
No, we're lucky that these two retards are family,
otherwise I would have chopped them up fast and furious!
As for Lerato, she fucks up one more time and she is done!
Done!
I'm going offline for a while,
I've got some business I need to take care of.
No matter what happens, meet me at the power station tomorrow night.
Sure.
Are you really going to do it?
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
-Hi, my love. -Hey, babe.
-How's the eye? -It's okay.
Who did you piss off now?
I didn't piss anyone off, they all pissed on me!
Of course. My husband is an innocent angel.
[cheeky music plays]
That's Jason.
The electrician for the inverter.
Oh, right.
[bottles clink]
So, did you get suspended?
Nope. Worse.
They gave me a 15-year-old girl's job.
-What? -I have to babysit a C.I.
Well, it's better than getting suspended.
-Is it? -Yeah.
Look at it this way, you get to make a new friend.
Don't start.
Tessa and I can't be the only thing in your life.
You're not. I have work, and I have friends.
No you don't. You do not have friends, Dad.
Okay, what about Lester?
You broke his arm.
Oh, yeah.
That was your fault.
Don't start. Mom!
He went for the last chop on the braai, and I told him I was saving it for you.
Mom!
Get inside!
Jissus.
Hi, sister,
-How are you? -I'm doing well and you?
I am fine. Can you please give him the worst, worst room that you have, né?
-Okay. -Thank you.
-Why? -Why?
Because you deserve it! You are a rat!
-Thank you. -Alright.
Okay.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! General!
Perhaps we should start off with a prayer,
I don't know if I am getting hot. I'm burning, fire...
Whoa! Whoa! General! Whoa! Okay, okay, okay.
-What the hell? -Sorry,sorry!
-Idiot, I said next door!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
[key rattles in lock, door opens]
-What about Eddie? -He's a paedo!
No, he said he liked my new haircut.
Exactly!
Alright, all done.
Good job, buddy!
-The inverter is great! -You haven't even seen it yet.
Cool! Yeah, well, you know... how about the two of us go for a beer?
To say, "thanks".
Uh, okay?
Cool!
[electricity trips]
Where are the lights, Jason? You scamming my wife?
Taking her money?
It just takes a few seconds to kick in!
[electronic thump]
Good job! Really lights up the place.
So how about that beer?
[door bangs closed]
I think you made a great new friend.
He's fine.
You just scared the shit out of him.
No, I didn't.
Yes, you did.
-Okay. -Ready.
Sure you're ready?
-Yeah. -Huh?
-You guys good? -Yeah.
You need a bucket?
No, no, no.
-Right? -Alright.
[loud thwack]
[screaming]
General! General! Oh, General!
[loud thump]
[loud thwack]
[club beat plays]
Mm-mm, hi, sexy.
[club beat plays] [pub ambience]
And this?
I'm just blending in.
-Here you go. -Seriously?
Yeah, that's about R20, it's all there!
I'm sorry, ma'am.
That's more like it.
Cheapskate!
-I didn't mean it disrespectfully. -She's right.
Would you stop drawing attention to us!
So, who are we here for?
I don't know yet.
What are we here for?
Listen, 90% of the job is this, okay?
Just sitting around staking shit out,
trying to put the pieces together.
Or you're just doing paperwork.
That sounds shit boring.
Yeah. That's how we like it, because boring equals safe.
I hate to break it to you, but being a cop isn't like in the movies.
There are no crazy gunfights,
or fistfights or explosions,
You're not chasing after people in the street like an action hero--
There. That's who we are here for.
How do you know?
She's dressed like shit.
So she's not a stripper.
And she's carrying a briefcase, but she's not a suit,
Her whole vibe doesn't add up.
[Trevor] Mm-mm?
Some guy was murdered late last night in Rosettenville,
and they left this address written in blood, on his chest.
Written on his chest?
We're looking for Edward Scissorhands!
Who's played by Johnny Depp, and Johnny Depp's wife shat in the bed.
They say make your bed and lay in it, so.
Hand on the lips?
No, I'm fine. Married.
[club beat plays] [pub ambience]
Well, well, well, you look like you could use a drink.
Fuck off man!
Oh, that's a tequila lady!
Two tequila's please.
I'm not a stripper, so don't expect anything.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna judge you on that.
No, relax. Just have a shot.
So is it working for you?
This thing of going around offering women drinks?
I don't know, did it work?
There you go.
[glasses clatter]
I suggest you leave.
You don't want to be here within the next two minutes.
What's happening in two minutes?
You meeting someone?
Oh, your boyfriend?
A married man!
Gross man!
My friend, Busi from Munsieville.
If she can find me here with you she will hit you!
Busi?
Busi from Munsieville!
Busi and me, we are this tight.
So close!
Man! It's such a small world!
-Busi! Busi! Busi! -For real?
If you really know her, what's the password?
If you really know Busi, you would know that Busi
would want you to give me the password,
before I ask you what the password is!
That's Busi to a tee.
Nightingale.
Bing! Bing! Bing! We have a winner!
Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner!
Now how did you know...
Wait, who sent you here? Lady--
I'm sorry, my friend's a little drunk and he's off his meds.
-What are you doing? -I'm working her!
Are we here for intel, or to find you a girlfriend?
Can you just calm down!
The lady and I were just--
[gunshot]
[patrons and strippers screaming]
[gunshot]
[glass shatters]
What the fuck man, chew that shit back!
-Fuck! -I want a gun!
-[Jon] What did you eat? -[Trevor] I want a gun!
[gunshots]
[Trevor] I want a gun!
-[gunshots] -[Trevor] I want a gun!
[screaming]
Give me a gun!
Fuck no! Stay here! Jesus!
Sweet baby Jesus, this is not what I prayed for when I said
I want a hit this morning!
[grunts]
[crash and glass shatters]
[Jon] Ah! What the fuck was that?
Is that ginger ale?
I've never hit a lady before, but I'm about to make an--
Ah! What the fuck?
Ugh!
Shit.
Shit. I'm sorry.
Uh argh!
Sweet baby black Jesus, please be with me
with this crazy white man!
Come on, big boy. Let's fight.
Okay, don't say I didn't warn you.
[grunting and moaning]
Huh ugh!
[grunting and moaning]
[punching]
[glass shatters]
Ahh!
Cunt punt!
Thanks for the help!
Just get back there!
You're getting your ass handed to you by a white girl!
-Are you drinking right now? -Does it look like...
Go! Just go!
Go! Oh, man!
[metallic clunk]
[singing] Our black nation is dying...
[glass shatters]
[Jon] Fuck it, Trevor, my leg's on fire!
-[flames crackle] -Come on, let's get out of here, Trevor!
[news anchor] The popular strip club burned down
before firefighters could get there to save it.
Looks like the club was lit last night.
[Capt. Dhoni] What is this? Get out of my way.
Check this shit, Captain.
[news anchor] Eyewitnesses on the scene report that a shoot out
took place before the fire started.
-[button clicks] -This is re--
Are you fucking kidding me?
Cap', that was all self-defense.
You burned down a strip club in self-defense?
He burnt it down!
You've created a PR nightmare!
None of this would have happened if I had a gun.
-No! -[Capt. Dhoni] No!
Okay, okay. Everyone's stressed.
Let's circle back to this whole gun thing later.
Whoa! Whoa! That will be a disaster!
Yeah, it's the fourth one now, né, Jon?
Should call him "Foursome".
Jon, who are these two yahoos and why are they in disguise?
It's not Halloween.
Why don't you put some of your hair on his head and give him a hand?
-Yeah. -That's not even funny.
I've got it, Jon! With his straight mustache,
and his peppercorn beard,
they look like a velcro wallet.
Captain! Permission to shoot Jon's new boyfriend in the face please?
Please!
How long did it take you two idiots to find evidence
literally written on a body?
They obviously can't read, these guys.
They've got literally, on their foreheads, written "Dumb Ass".
What?
-What? I'll shoot you in the face! -Did you write on my face again?
Cut that shit out!
The two of you, go and clean up that mess.
-When? -Now!
As you say, Captain!
Tag and bag whatever you can.
So what now, Detective Big Shot?
Well, we've got the briefcase.
We still got Busi.
Who?
That's the name that Lerato gave me
just before her head exploded--
[gags]
Exploded all over me.
She was going to give me another name,
but then he interrupted us, so, there's that.
Okay, alright, follow the lead.
And no more dead bodies and burning shit. This isn't a war-zone.
[slurping]
Is that my mug?
Remind me never to drink from that again.
Unbelievable!
-Ah look! I found one! -What the fuck!
Don't touch anything.
[general office ambience]
[road traffic noise]
You know, we need a car with bigger boot space, man.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, you never know how difficult it is
to get blood off your face.
No, man, Boy-Boy, I just want to say I'm sorry
for like, just fainting back there, it's just that yeah, the blood.
I feel like I still have blood on me.
Do I still have blood on me?
You got... did you even wash your face?
-Yeah, I did. -It's pouring out your ears man!
Yeah?
It's coming out your ears, look!
It's coming out your ears, do you see that?
Where, where, where? There's no blood here, there's no blood--
Oh shit.
Oh shit! Oh shit! Ah!
Again? Hey!
For fuck-- fuck!
This is great.
I mean!
[screaming]
[blows a rasberry]
So much for babysitting a C.I.
Things got out of hand, baby.
No shit!
I mean, who did this to you?
Jon!
A bunch of gang-bangers, there were like ten of them.
Huge guys.
Oh, don't worry about it.
It's not as bad as it looks.
Actually,
just think about it as tomato sauce, look...
[Trevor gags]
Chew it back because if you do it I'm gonna do it as well--
[Trevor gags] [Tessa gags]
So what now?
I'm just going to follow a lead, and report back.
-Nothing hectic. -Nothing hectic?
You're saying nothing hectic?
Now I'm really worried.
I'll be fine, I promise.
[sighs deeply]
[heavy thump]
Boy-Boy, don't be worried.
[straining]
[heavy clunk]
Mine went higher than yours anyways.
Just get in the car!
Some gangster shit--
Let me demonstrate, Tessa, come stand over here.
Okay.
Okay, now walk at me.
Okay.
Excuse me, ma'am.
You didn't do anything.
Mm-mm, you think so? Really!
No ways! No, I did not feel that!
Right! You're right.
-That's super cool! -I know, right?
It's because the distraction is the bump,
and then the magic is in the timing and the--
What the hell are you doing?
Nothing!
I told you, she can't see you like that.
Chill dad, it's just tomato sauce.
Yeah. High five!
Ah! That's for old people.
So what you do, right, is you take a fist bump right,
Bah!
And then you go woo...
And then another fist bump.
-Bah! Cool, right? Cool, right? -Oh, that is so cool!
Jon try it!
What is happening?
Um, the shower's upstairs,
and, please, burn those clothes afterwards.
-Who's this? -My wife.
I call bullshit!
No way that's your wife! That's a cover.
For 15 years?
No way, you're playing the long game here.
No way!
This is your wife?
Sister?
Is this your husband?
Or is he playing the long game?
No, me and you can't talk about those things, we don't know each other very well.
Ooh, so you're...
Voetsek, go and clean yourself.
Did you hear him?
IsiZulu is sexually transmitted in this home.
He must be tapping you good!
He never stops. You see what I'm dealing with?
Well, this better be over soon.
Oh! What happened to making friends?
Go to a bar like a normal person.
[phone ringing]
[Di Mamzo] You are drawing too much attention.
You lost the money!
I land in a few days,
and you don't want to see mummy unhappy, do you?
I've got some big news,
and I need to know that you two can handle business without me.
[phone disconnects]
[dramatic music plays]
[Trevor] Don't ever ignore one's privilege. Your dad dies and leaves you a trust find.
My dad died and only left me with a shitload of half-brothers and diabetes.
Why is the third hand on a clock called the second hand?
Are leaves called leaves
because they leave the tree.
My morning poos take a lot out of me.
Diarrhea's hereditary, because it runs in your jeans.
[Jon] I have a serious question for you.
[Trevor] Yeah, what?
Did you start talking the moment you popped out of your mother's vagina?
You keep my mom's vagina out of your mouth!
-Gladly. -Wait. What? Fuck.
All right. Anyway, what's the plan?
-We try to find Busi... -Yeah
If it's the crazy chick from last night, we take her down.
No way dude. That chick is like a ninja.
Like, literally. She's probably got those smoke bombs and poof, she's gone!
Kind of like taking a shit on the plane.
When you flush it, your shit just goes away.
I've got separation anxiety--
Maybe you can talk her to death, and I'll do all the work again.
Okay. What if it's not the Busi chick from the club?
We wing it.
Dude, that's your plan? Wing it?
[mockingly] Let's just wing it.
Stupid! And we can't go in there as cops.
Well, you're not a cop, so sorted.
Oh nice! That's where your spirit is today?
Okay, fine.You know what? That badge? That's a red flag.
Fuck.
And the gun.
-Seriously? -Hm-mm.
You want to go in there unarmed?
Yeah, well, I just want to go in there without risking my life again!
Probably need some sunscreen around here.
[dramatic music plays]
Is this a bad time to mention I've never tried anything like this before?
Ah!
I'm hoping this bag catches the right people's attention.
Hello, gentlemen.
You know Busi?
It's going to be harder than we thought, man.
[uneasy music plays]
-Hello, ma-- -Shush!
-Hello, ma. -Hello, gentleman.
-How are you? -I'm fine thanks, and you?
I'm good. I have a friend that goes by the name of Busi,
but it's my first time here at Munsieville,
I don't know where she stays around here.
-Do you know her? -No, I don't know her.
Perfect.
You see that kid back there?
No man, don't mind that.
He's been following us since we got here.
Duh, you sticking out like a sore thumb.
Kid's probably thinking what's that white monkey doing in the location?
He knows something, I'm telling you.
He knows nothing about a ninja woman!
You think the kid knows?
How are you a detective even?
-How do you still have your own-- -Shh! He's coming over right now.
What? How do you even still have a job?
[baby talking]
[cooing]
That's not a kid. It's a midget.
You can't say midget! It's not politically correct!
It's mongoloid.
It's definitely not mongoloid. Mongoloid means retard.
Hey! You little shit!
[exciting music plays]
Wait! Hey! Wait!
[panting heavily]
[dog barking]
He's fast for a little... aah!
[Jon] Tri-pod, come here
[Trevor] Isn't his dick dragging in the sand?
Where did he go?
He's so fast, like a little baby cheetah.
Where are we?
I don't know. Fuck!
Fuck off! Go!
Of course!
-Move! -Yeah.
Well, well, well, well.
I see money.
-You see money, hey? -I see it!
-You see money, hey? -I see the money.
[Boy-Boy] Here's a white man
It's only the money that we want.
I hear you are looking for Busi?
I told you this kid knew something!
Hey! I'm not a kid! I eat more pussy than you!
[Trevor] He's right though.
Unnecessary.
You need to give that briefcase to Busi.
[singing] Money, money, money, money!
[rap music plays]
[inaudible chatter]
[shouting]
Keep on working! Wipe there as well!
We've arrived gents! Hey guys, where are you taking that corpse?
Here you go!
What the fuck? Seriously?
Come on.
He didn't even search me, I kind of feel short-changed.
He almost grabbed me by the short and curlies.
[laughs]
Fuck it, get back into work mode.
Yeah, yeah, fuck it. I don't know what's in there, so you carry it.
You better hurry up, or we're gonna come short.
[chuckles]
-Thankfully not as short tempered as him! -It's over. It's over. Work mode.
-[singing] -[Busi] There's a place where few people go.
There is a woman, she dresses in bright.
If you're not careful, she might take your life.
Lerato sent us.
What's the password?
Nightingale! Nightingale!
Okay.
Just give me a moment.
I need to sort something out.
How the fuck did you know that?
Alright.
Now, I don't know if you're going to survive this,
but now we know for sure that you will never rape again!
[whispers] Gives a whole new meaning to go blow yourself!
-[Trevor] Wait. What is that? -[Jon] It's his dick.
-What the fuck do you mean? [gags] -Don't you fucking do it!
-[gagging intensifies] -Not again!
Don't you fucking do it! Swallow!
Swallow that shit! Swallow!
Come on now!
Don't you know it's rude to make a noise as a guest?
Stop it!
Get your shit together!
[Trevor gags]
Where is Lerato anyway?
She bailed. She said she's too scared to come this far.
She lost her head--
Mind!
Honestly,
Lerato,
I always knew she didn't have the balls for the game.
Well neither does he.
-Good one. -[Jon] We're your new contacts.
Well, then we should get going.
Headaches waiting for us, and we're late.
What about him?
Well, you know what they say, "Survival of the fittest"
If he makes it to the hospital he lives, if he doesn’t,
[imitates dying] [laughs]
Alright, get going.
Thank you.
-Headaches? -Why is she so happy?
[Trevor] How does he still have a semi? What the fuck!
-[gagging] -[Trevor] Jon put your thumb in me!
-[Trevor retching] -[Jon] Fuck it.
[dramatic music plays]
[pet store ambience]
We're here to see the big guy.
[Thug 1] Boss! They're here.
Who's "they"?
[Thug 1] Busi and the guys.
[Headaches] Hm-mm.
[Headaches] Now make sure ya'll pack this thing nicely!
Last time y'all spilled, my niece thought it was sherbet.
She ran around like a mad thing for 5 hours.
Oh, I see Gladys Knight brought her pips.
Lerato backed out.
These are our new plugs.
And the rest of these?
Ah, that's it.
You thought that when you came here,
something bad was going to happen to you.
You can never be too careful.
True.
Three mill.
Yeah, that's going to be a problem.
Price just went up.
-Does Lady T know? -I'm telling you.
Yeah, that's not how it works.
[Headaches sniggers]
You don't tell me how things work.
I tell you!
We're the ones who took the risk here.
So I'll take any cream off the top I want!
Understand?
I can't do that, see?
Oh, you can't?
[gunshots]
[squealing]
-[laughing] -Look at this guy!
Look at this guy.
[gunshot]
[Busi chuckles]
Why the fuck did you do that?
Yes. We've got the money and your drugs.
It's the principle!
You killed all these men because they bruised your ego?
I was sending a message.
Now, do you have a problem with the way I handle my business?
No, please do continue with the torture and the murder.
Thank you.
Now be a good girl, and load up.
Because we've got places to be!
-[laughing] -Headache! Headache!
God! I really can't with this guy.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Headache! Headache!
Come on! Let's go man, We gotta go! Let's go!
Shit!
[menacing music plays]
[Thug 1] Let's fucking go man! Let's go!
I'll be there now!
[menacing music plays]
[Busi] Alright...
powder your noses, adjust your wigs,
because its showtime.
T, my girl!
Wassup?
And then? What happened?
Where the fuck have you been?
Okay?
I've been trying to get hold of you all of last night.
I told you I had business to take care of.
Alright?
You know I don't let my phone cause me any distractions.
What is all this now?
You know I've seen more fucked up shit since I met you
than I've seen in my entire cop career.
We're sitting ducks out here, man!
Just stay cool.
Cavalry is on the way.
Yeah, well, Lerato really fucked up!
You know, I always knew that bitch didn't have it in her.
But I did meet your guys, and we took care of Headache.
My guys?
The tall white guy... buff guy.
And the short black guy... the guy that talks too much.
Tell them I wanna say hi.
Hey, bitches! We don't have all night, man!
-Let's go. -No!
-Trevor! -Just wait for the cavalry!
Trevor, I'll shoot you myself!
Fuck!
[Jon] Just give it here.
Catch up.
Ah! Not this bitch again.
-[pistol cocks] -Yes. This bitch again!
[Trevor] Drop the bitch, rock!
Okay! What the fuck is going on here?
They're cops!
But you would know that if you bothered answering my calls.
Excuse me. I'm not a cop.
Oh, now you're not a cop?
Well, if they're gonna shoot cops only, I don't wanna die.
-I'm not a cop-- -You don't have to explain it!
-Shut up! -Shut up!
I had a run in with them last night.
You wanna go another round?
-Do you? -What's that supposed to mean?
Everybody saw what happened last time.
-You didn't see what happened last time! -She handed you your ass!
You were hiding behind the bar,
-drinking and making cocktails -She kicked you in the ass!
to blow the whole fucking place up!
I'm bored! Tie them up.
Put them in the car.
Why?
Why don't we just kill them and get it over with?
Yeah!
And have every guy with a badge on our ass? No!
This is our time to show Di Mamzo that we can run our own shit!
We do this on our own.
General, I'll fucking tie him up, I'm not scared.
Cops! Cops! Cops!
Shit!
[Jon] You poked me in the fucking eye!
[Jon] What are you doing?
[panicked screaming]
[gunshots]
Go! Go! Go!
-Don't eat it, moron! -What is it?
-It's cocaine! -Whoo-hoo!
-[laughs] -It smells great!
-Lets go to Cape Town! -I'll draw her fire, you go after the ninja.
-What? Me? -Yes!
-No! I need a gun! Yeah! -You really want to get into this right now?
Just go after her and keep eyes on her so she doesn't get away! I'll do the rest!
- [screaming] -On one--
Oh! Jesus. Just go!
[gunshots]
Oof!
Come, come, come, go, go, go, go!
She's in the corner!
Busi. Where's Busi? Have you seen Busi?
You two! On me!
[exciting music plays]
She's not here!
-I don't wanna die here! -Me too!
Why didn't you say something?
Because you're always so tough, my boy. Alright.
I don't wanna come across as a pussy.
-Fuck! -I am a pussy!
-I get constant anxiety. -You do?
-Yes! -You really do?
-Let's just sit this one out. -Fuck yeah!
-Yeah? -Yeah!
Guys, have you seen Busi?
Ah-ha! Got you bitch!
I usually don't hit women but... whoa!
I'll make a fucking exception for you, bitch!
Okay, Fuck Boy, it's your turn then!
Fuck Boy. Really? In the midst of everything that's going on,
you're going to call me a fuck boy?
I'm a loving person!
I'm a lover, not a fighter. Okay?
Hey, pussy boy!
[Jon] The mongoloid's got a fucking grenade!
-[thud] -[Jon] Hey! Stop!
Shit! Trev? Trev?
Jon... did I get her?
No.
I'm so cold, Jon.
[applause] [cheering]
[funky music plays]
[applause] [cheering]
That's how we do! [laughs]
Yeah! You guys, you missed it! You missed everything!
They're old, Trev, they needed their beauty sleep.
Yeah, they need more beauty sleep!
Hey, it's a celebration!
Ahh!
[applause]
Ow!
Just stop.
Alright everyone, get back to work.
This is a police station, not Joburg bloody Theatre.
You two, my office.
In the office? Yep.
We are going into the office!
You guys stay outside! You losers!
Captain, you want to see us as well?
Yeah. Three teas, please.
-Make one rooibos. -Okay! Tea?
The money and the drugs were seized. Well done.
For what? She got away! They both did!
Can't you just be happy for once?
We still have no idea how high this thing goes.
Who's this Di Mamzo character?
None of my concern. I'm closing the case.
With Lady T in the wind?
And Busi. Don't forget about Busi.
I'll circulate a description for both of them.
Also for this Di Mamzo.
Look, we got everything we needed for now,
Lady T has got no more plays.
Fucking A!
Jono, let's go take a shower man.
I've been up all night!
[awkward silence]
No! No! Not like that!
You guys!
I mean, you shower, then I shower.
No soap on a rope.
And then, you know, we can just chill.
Not a fucking chance.
I'm going back to Louise and Tessa.
After all that we've been through?
All of what, Trevor?
I had your back. You had my back.
I thought it meant something?
It meant I was assigned to a fuck up of a C.I.
I've been beat up, shot at, burnt.
Seen some guy eat his own dick.
Okay, what?
Oh, yeah, you're going to have to look into that.
I just want to get back to my life...
without you.
Cap'.
And just for the record,
I could have done this without you.
So what now?
Well, your record's clear,
so you can go back to doing whatever it is you do.
What I do is just going to land me up in jail again.
Well I suggest you don't do that then.
[city sounds echo]
[office ambience]
[wind chimes ring]
[Tessa] Dad, seriously, please cover your scars!
Plasters are for sissies! Ask your mom.
-Is he embarrassing you. -Yes, he is, he is.
They need oxygen to heal. This is what healing wounds look like.
They look nasty!
Is it supposed to look so pusy?
-And open? And gross? -Yes.
Ew.
[gate clatters opens]
[brooding music plays]
[dialing tone]
[Lady T] Hi, Momma.
[Di Mamzo] Hello, my girl.
I'm hearing concerning news.
[Lady T] Just some minor setbacks.
You know how mummy feels about setbacks, don't you?
[Lady T] Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm on it.
If you were on it, I wouldn't be calling you, would I?
We're going to do things my way.
[dramatic music plays]
[Louise] So where is he now?
No idea...
Why didn't he come over?
He's a criminal, Louise, I can't have him around you and Tessa.
Ugh. He was a criminal, and Tessa really liked him.
Yeah, red flag.
Babe, you've spent more time with him than any other man.
You don't think it's worth giving it a chance?
You said I should go to a bar, and make friends like normal people.
Well, he's grown on me,
and I really think he's grown on you, too.
Yeah well, it's too late now.
What did you do to him?
I didn't do anything.
Well, you must have said something?
I mean, I might have said a few things--
-[screaming] -[Tessa] Help!
Shhhh! Get under the bed!
[menacing music plays]
Where's Tessa? Tessa!
[Tessa whimpering]
It's okay, baby, just do what they say. Okay?
Jono!
Drop it... sit the fuck down!
Ta ta ta...
Manners, we're guests here, don't be rude.
Please excuse us for barging in here unannounced.
And do pardon my daughters foul mouth.
Please.
-Dad! -It's okay, baby.
Ah, ah, ah!
[mouthing]
We've never met.
They call me Di Mamzo.
You must be Jon.
You, Jonny-Boy, have been giving me and my children quite the headache.
They're not children, They're animals.
[laughing]
Maybe once!
When they were on the streets.
Alone, scared, hungry.
But I took them in.
I made them strong. I made them fearless.
You're the kingpin?
-[laughing] -Did you hear that, girls?
What do they call me on the streets again?
Isgora.
[Di Mamzo] Mm-mm.
-Top Dog. -Nkunzimalangala.
[Lady T] Big Cheese!
-Fat Cat! -Fat Cat!
But I personally prefer being called
Queen Pin... for obvious reasons.
May I?
Do you enjoy playing hide and seek, Jon?
Amazing how much joy can be found
in the art of hiding from another person.
But what I never understood, girls,
is why you always hid in the same obvious place!
Perhaps, it is the delight of knowing that they'll be found.
That's the thrill of the game!
The anticipation of footsteps slowly approaching.
Knowing the inevitable is near.
[stomping]
Come out from wherever you are!
Their little hearts racing faster and faster!
But they never hid in the closet,
behind the curtain, or in the laundry bin.
Where do you think they hid, Jonny-Boy?
Mm?
Ready or not, here I come!
[dramatic music crescendos]
[clicks tongue]
[gunshot]
No!
[screaming]
Dad! Mom!
No, no, no, no, no!
We'll be in touch, Jonny-Boy.
-[high frequency ringing] -[Tessa] No, no, no, no, no!
[whimpering]
[high frequency ringing]
[patient monitor beeps]
[Doctor] We had to put her in an induced coma.
It will help her recover.
-How long? -Well, for now I can’t say.
We'll just have to check how she responds to treatment.
But we'll just keep monitoring her.
Thank you.
[patient monitor beeps] [ventilator pumps]
[melancholic music plays]
I'll get our baby back, I swear!
[Capt. Dhoni] Alright, Charlie Three, come in!
Yes. Coloured female, 12 years old, this is a minor.
[door squeaks open]
Yeah, minor. She's still in sleepwear...
I fucking told you we needed to get them!
I'm sorry, Jon.
Sorry is not going to bring my daughter back!
Look, we are doing everything we can. How's Louise?
How the fuck do you think she is doing?
[office phone rings]
I'm calling in my contacts!
-You don't have any contacts-- -I'll go door to door!
Jon, you are too close to this. You need to let us do this without you!
-[screaming] -The hell I do!
Jon!
Jon, you know the protocol.
Look around.
Everybody but the guy down in evidence is up here!
Just take a breath.
[phone vibrates]
-I need a moment. -My office.
[phone vibrates]
[Di Mazo] Jonny-Boy!
Touch her and you're dead!
[Di Mamzo] You really want to threaten me here?
Let's just take a step back, shall we?
What do you want?
That sounds better. You know exactly what I want!
It's all locked away in evidence!
Of course! That's the fun part.
You're going to get it back for me.
How the fuck do you expect me to do that?
[Di Mamzo] Somehow, I think you're going to make a plan.
I'll call you with a location within an hour.
[Di Mamzo] I think you know what will happen, if you don't pull this off.
Any sign of the police, she dies.
I can't do this alone.
Agh, okay then! Bring a plus one.
Let's see how much daddy loves you, huh?
What's the play here?
Aren't you two tired of being Ice-Boys?
Wouldn't you rather be the Moreki?
Headaches, and all these men think they own the trade in this country.
But they didn't see us ladies coming, did they?
And where are we going?
Well, it was supposed to be a surprise.
But the two of you fucked it up royally.
We now own a share in the most luxurious train in the world.
Access to 30,000 kilometers of the most advanced
railway system on the continent.
Mostly unmonitored, run by men who wouldn't
think twice of turning the other way
for a cold drink.
Our product can run free.
What if they hit our stuff?
That's where the two of you come in, my darling.
Those men are on my payroll.
It's your job to manage that side of the business.
Keep them in check.
Come on, come on.
[phone ringing]
Nope!
Hi, you've reached Trevor. Please leave a message.
Unless you're the white gorilla, then fuck you, Jon!
Fucker, come on!
[phone ringing]
What? You better be calling to apologise!
[Jon] Something's happened.
I think you've mispronounced "I'm sorry,
Trevor. How can I make it up to you?"
I really need your help.
What happened to "Oh, I could've done it all without you!"
They've put Louise in hospital, and they've taken Tessa.
Yeah, but I'm just a fuck up of a C.I.
you've got a whole building full of cops to help you.
What we need to do isn't exactly legal.
So you're in?
Only for Louise and Tessa!
I don't give a fuck about you! You can go fuck yourself, Jon!
That's good enough for me.
Okay. So what's the plan?
[adventurous music plays]
What the fuck are you doing down here, pretty boy?
-Who are you? -I'm the guy the captain sent to come ask you
who the fuck you think you are?
-What? - The Detective's daughter is missing,
and you're sitting down here twiddling your fucking thumbs!
No, no, this is where I am--
It's hands on deck!
Not hands on dick!
Hey! Are you on Pornhub?
Are you surfing the internet on the station's WiFi?
-I wouldn't... -Honestly! The girl is gonna die!
Hurry! It's a code 10-1!
Wait, wait, that was too much. I'm sorry, bring it in.
Bring it in for the real thing.
Sorry about that. So sorry. You'll be okay.
Just go check on the Detective's daughter.
Hurry! It's a code 10-1!
She's gonna die...
[sniggers] [chicken noise]
-Shh! -Oh.
I can't believe that actually worked.
Quick, grab the duffel bags, I'll grab the rest of the shit.
Come let's go!
Isn't there something you want to say to me first?
Seriously? Now?
Yes, now.
I'm sorry.
-And? -I can't do this without you.
And?
We can shower and chill when we're done! Come on!
Okay, I'm not really into dudes, but it will do.
For fuck's sake.
Does that look like a duffel bag?
Here, grab it.
Oh!
I've got the drugs.
[straining]
Hustle.
I gave you the light bags.
[whispers] Oh... ooh!
[straining and groaning]
In 20 minutes time, we're going to start the search.
Central moving out in four different sections.
You're gonna start with public transport,
make sure you work with the guys at the Taxi unit.
-Then also we are gonna be-- -Sir!
I'm here sir!
-What? -You said all hands on deck. I'm here, Sir.
I didn't mean you.
-Shelters, check out the shelters... -I told that guy!
Wait...who? What?
You know, loud, chatty,
big eyes, scar on the nose.
Shit! You guys, come with me!
Evidence room now! Evidence room!
Let's go! Come on!
Here we go!
[adventurous music plays]
Trevor!
Jon, would you stop fucking around! What car is this?
This is our car.
This is a piece of shit.
I needed to get something untraceable,
if we get followed, they'll kill Tessa.
Oh man!
So we are really on our own in this one?
-[phone ringing] -Yep.
Fucking hell, I'm not gonna ride in this thing!
Shhh!
[Di Mamzo] And?
-Just say where. -[Di Mamzo] Good boy.
Pretoria North. The big railway station.
They're gonna be okay, bro.
I promise.
Thanks.
[engine splutters and starts]
Come on! Come on!
[screaming]
Pistorius, you had one job [clicks tongue].
Shit!
-I've got a surprise for you. -Yeah?
Check it out.
Alright. That's yours.
[Trevor smirks]
Okay, this is how you use it.
Cock it, aim, point at the bad guys, and shoot.
Finger off the trigger until you're absolutely
ready that you've got a shot, alright?
Got it?
-No. -Fuck's sake. Just take the wheel.
That's illegal.
Everything we're doing right now is illegal, okay?
Cock it.
Point at the bad guys, and shoot, it's not rocket science.
Huh?
[metallic click]
Okay, wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Is that a dating app, Captain?
-Yeah! -What?
Just asking.
Shit!
Come!
Fuck!
Fuck? What's wrong?
Jon and his buddy are about to get themselves killed.
Yes!
Can we take their parking spot, Captain?
Oh, Lord God,
I pray to you through the sweet, innocent eyes of the black baby Jesus,
hanging on my grandmother's wall.
I pray that you are with me through this battle
which is about to ensue.
It is a very, very dangerous one, and I
would like to go out with a clean slate.
I pray that, God, you fill me with your Holy Spirit,
or any other liquid that you'd like to fill me in... with.
Not in a sexual way.
I've already been "filled in" in prison.
That was not nice.
-Amen. -Amen.
Yeah.
You know, I actually wanted to say Lerato is actually not such a bad person.
She would have actually been so good for this.
-[Busi] Right. -Yeah.
Here we go.
The boys are here!
Hey! You don't say that! You don't call us boys,
we're fully grown men.
Shh.
[Busi chuckles]
Hello?
Is that your plus one, Jon?
This is my partner.
Who's that lady?
She's running the show.
So, do you really mean that? I'm your partner?
Where is the stuff?
Where's Tessa?
Dad! Dad!
-It's okay, baby! It's okay. -Dad!
It's okay baby, just stay calm.
-Dad! -It's okay!
[Lady T] Get it.
Not you.
You know all this drama could have been prevented.
If only you just left us alone, Jon!
[Trevor grunts and strains]
[Jon] You've got this, buddy.
[groaning and straining]
[bags dragging]
[heavy breathing]
That's it buddy, put your back into it.
That's it. Good job.
Good job, buddy, good job.
Hello, babe, it's okay.
Did you really think it was going to be that simple?
Did you?
[no hammer click]
[gunshots]
What are you doing? The safety is on!
You didn't say nothing about a safety!
[gunshots]
Just point and shoot.
[Jon] No, no, no, no, no!
[Jon] Get back here, you're going to get yourself killed.
What are you doing?
[gunshots]
[Jon] Just aim at the bad guys! You're going to kill us!
Hey, listen, I'm not dying like this.
Neither am I.
-Get the money. -You get the money!
Me get the money? You're mad!
[Jon] Jesus!
Holy shit! Little black baby Jesus must really love you.
You think?
Okay, I'm going after them! Watch Tessa for me, alright?
No, no, Dad!
-No, no. -It's okay.
Listen, shh, listen to me.
It's going to be okay, I promise you I'll be back.
It'll be okay.
-I love you. -I love you, too.
[adventurous music plays]
-Just get in! I'm going to get your dad! -I don't wanna go in!
You're going to be alright.
[menacing music plays]
[nervous breathing]
[menacing music plays]
[gunshot] [Busy shouts in pain]
Yaaaah!
Bastard! You'll regret this!
Ugh.
This is how we first met, Jonny-Boy.
I didn't think I would die like this.
Bitch.
You died the moment you touched my family,
and now I'm going after yours.
[clicks tongue]
[dramatic music crescendos]
[gunshots rings out]
-[screaming] -Take cover! Ah!
[Busy] Come back! Come back!
You devil!
-[Tessa] Hurry! -[Trevor] Oh, God!
[gunshots] [glass shattering]
[engine splutters]
[panicked screaming]
Come here!
[empty clicks]
So sick of this short shit. Fucking sick of this shit!
Fuck!
Come back here you devil!
Fuck!
[explosion]
[grunting and straining]
[metallic clatter]
[Trevor] What a pity.
Under normal circumstances,
I would've climbed that woman like a tree.
Excuse me, what?
[straining and grunting]
-Hide behind a tree! -Let me come, please!
-No! No! -Please, come on!
You left your gun behind.
[gunshot]
[metallic clatter]
Ugh!
Aah!
[screaming]
[metallic thunk]
[laughing]
Yeah!
-[metallic thunk] -Ooh!
Aaah! Ah!
Ah, man! There's blood in my mouth!
Your DNA and my DNA are mixing!
[coughs]
Why does your blood taste like couscous?
Ahh! Ahh!
[thunk]
Get up. Come on.
[Jon] Where's your gun?
[Trevor] What gun? Oh yeah.
[Jon] Seriously?
-[Jon] Where's Tessa? -[Trevor] Don't worry she's safe.
-Are you sure? -Yeah, she's in a tree!
-Oh, my lucky hat! -In a tree?
What? Just... listen, you go that way,
I'll go that way, we take her together, okay?
-Alright. -You got this buddy, come on!
[wood splinters]
[struggling and groaning]
-How's your wife? -So much better than your mother.
[shoulder cracks]
[screaming]
-What's happening back there? -Gross! Are you hard?
A little bit.
[Trevor] Grab the pin. Grab the pin!
-Oh...Fuck! -What the fuck!
Come on, Jonno!
Go!
[explosion]
Jesus!
How long was that grenade in your pants?
Just long enough to wipe the cock cheese off.
Never mind. Good job!
-Dad! -Tessa!
Ah! fuck man! Why's it always me with this shit?
Let's just pretend it's tomato sauce.
Oh, that worked! I didn't gag!
Well done. You're finally becoming a man.
Well done partner. I couldn't have done this without you.
It's taken some time, but the paperwork is done.
You guys are in the clear.
Nice!
And?
It's the academy for you in a couple of weeks.
You better get your arse into gear!
You're going to be a cop and a half one day.
Awé, Trev!
Yeah.
Ja, ja, ja! You can't be fucking serious?
Who else is going to give this guy a job man? He's wearing pajamas.
Okay, singers of Old Town Road, listen.
Your mother called. She booked a full night of this...
Just make sure you're on top, Trevor. I hear she's a one tonner.
[Trevor laughs]
-I'll moer you now! -You can always climb her like a tree.
What?
Nothing.
Ixnay on the tree'snay.
-Help your mom. -It's your fault.
Private school kids, hey?
Come on.
You hear that tree thing from Trevor?
I'm gonna kill him.
[closing music plays]