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You're tired from watching TV so late last night.

You should've watched it with me.

I knew it was the boyfriend.

Those beady eyes.

No, thank you.

There's more than enough death and destruction around us.

What's this? Look! Look!

- Huh? - Look!

Bybie, wait!

What the hell?

Oh dear.

CAKE.

Ouch, you stupid rock!

Put your shoes on if your feet are getting hurt.

I have blisters already.

Can you please slow down a bit?

I can't. I need to get to the hospital

to find out if my husband and child are okay.

And I have to piss!

- Piss behind a bush. - I hate doing that.

I'll keep a lookout.

"Dr Daa..."

Oh fuck. It's Daan.

- They gave us Candi's phone. - So answer.

- No! - He can come fetch us!

Are you fucking crazy?

Candi is his girlfriend! She's dead! So is Mervyn.

And it's all because of me and fucking Adriaan.

It's not your fault. It's those fucked up people.

I can't hold it any longer.

Piss quickly. There's a car coming.

Oh fuck.

- Hurry up. - What are you doing?

- I'm getting us a lift. - Not like that! Fuck!

Hey, can we get a lift?

- Sure. Jump in. - Great. Thanks.

- Come on, Chrissie. - I'm peeing!

Pee quickly!

Cooee! Where is everyone? Breakfast is served!

Ta-da!

Who feels like some carbs and coffee?

I think we deserve it. Right, Moekie?

It looks like the housewife was telling the truth. Top of her class.

There was a bidding war for her in her Zuma year.

Then why walk away?

Oh. They fuck up everything.

She can't hang around the club without stripping.

The girls will start asking questions.

Let's have an open-pole night, then the sisters can "audition".

Okay. But show them the ropes first.

And do it today, before the other girls come in.

She's not picking up.

Where do you think they are?

I'll put up some posters and post something on social media

just to make sure more girls show up.

- Okay. - Shame on you.

She's not even cold yet. Are you...

Are you made of stone?

Sit down, Stefanie.

Take this. Have some cof--

Stefanie! I said sit down!

I'm fed up with you.

It hurts, Mommy.

- I miss her so much. - I know, my baby. I know.

Eat something. Go on.

You always feel better when your sugar levels stabilise.

Okay.

I found her. She's at a hospital.

You can relax. All the nurses here know him

and half of them have a crush on him, so chill.

I should've been in the back of the ambulance.

- What must he be thinki-- - Where have you been?

- Mom! - Your feet! Look at you!

Mom, Mom... We had to walk. They just left us there.

Yes, we think it was the, um...

- The car-- - The car broke down?

Mm-hm. Yes. But we're okay, right?

- Where are Adriaan and Stella? - Room 36C.

- Okay, see you just now. - It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, don't worry, my girl.

- Push that button-- - I'm pushing it!

It ran straight into the wall.

- Hey. Hello. - Christelle.

I'm so sorry.

The car broke down. It's a long story.

- I was worried about you. - Sorry.

Don't scare me like that again.

I'm so sorry.

About what?

Um...

That you had to spend our anniversary in the hospital.

Don't worry. There will be many more.

Hi.

- I'm glad you're still alive. - Thanks.

Um... Mom called an Uber for us. She'll take Stella to school.

Oh, okay.

Take this with you. Give me a kiss.

On the lips. Thank you.

- Bye. - Bye!

Come on. Grandma's outside.

- What have we here? - Daan.

I heard you tried to poison Adriaan.

Um, I think we have to go. Our Uber is waiting, so...

Um... It's... a call centre.

This is why you never give your phone to your kids.

- They find the weirdest ringtones. - Okay.

- Was it that auntie again? - No.

Don't you think you should call back?

I'm not calling her back--

Look who's here! Chrizella and Sussa.

- What are you doing here? - We've got work to do.

Cardio sesh at the club,

then audition like your lives depend on it, because it does.

- Anything else? - Hold on.

W-- what fucking audition?

Dancing, babes. What else?

- Such a pretty girl. - Hm.

Are those bullet holes? Huh?

This is a strange spot for a car accident. How did it happen?

These people are busy, Bybie.

Stay behind the yellow line, please. Thank you.

- Oh. Yes. Okay. - Thank you.

Uh, probably drunk driving.

- These girls lead a rough life. - Drunk...

I see she was working at Koeksusters.

- A bakery. - No, ma'am. A strip club.

- Hmm? Uh... - Strip club.

S-- so where would that be?

Why do you want to know?

I was just asking, Bybie.

- Hm. - That poor girl.

- What will happen to her? - We'll contact her next of kin.

- Okay. Next of kin-- - If there was any foul play,

I'll find out about it. Thank you very much.

- Vlam, please! - Okay.

Okay, so obviously you've been here before,

but Moekie would like to give you the grand tour.

Say hello to the pole. Don't be so scared. Come closer.

She'll be your best friend from now on.

Come on, touch her. Feel her. There you go. Touch her.

You'll love dancing together.

Well, well, well!

I suppose you remember Stefanie. Charmed, I'm sure.

Look what the cat brought in to my humble abode.

If you fuck up my mother's business,

I'll fuck you up.

Murderer!

I'm not the one who shot at the car.

Are you trying to say it was my fault?

- No. No-- - Okay, that's enough.

- Go wipe your nose, my girl. - Don't touch me!

That's enough!

Stefanie, what's your problem?

I don't want them here.

That's not your call.

If Dad was here, this wouldn't have happened.

Huh?

I said if Dad was here--

Sorry, my baby. You were hysterical.

Mommy's sorry. Let me kiss it better. There.

- Mom, that hurt. I didn't-- - I'm sorry.

Sorry, my baby.

I didn't like that.

Go get something to eat.

You always feel better after you've eaten something.

Off you go. Go on.

Boop boop boop.

I had new mirrors installed last month.

Every girl has her own cubicle now.

They had to fight for the best spot.

But as you can see, I keep things clean.

I don't want any G-strings on the floor.

Have a look on that rail. See if you can find anything that fits.

And you'll use your own makeup.

I can't send out a stripper with a stye.

Don't forget to bring yours tonight.

Excuse m-- Excuse me?

Um, tonight? Um... Mrs Moekie!

Moekie?

Um... Moekie, I can't...

Moekie, I can't dance. No one would look at m--

I-- I can't remember the last time I cleaned up down there.

I have two left feet!

Not even my husband will dance with me.

Moekie, please, I--

I haven't shaved my legs in ages and it's a jungle down there!

I don't--

Okay, listen, I can't take off my clothes.

I-- I had a child, for fuck's sake!

So what? Some men like stretch marks.

I have cellulite, not stretch marks.

- Same difference. - Fuck.

So...

this is where the real work happens.

Everything you see here, I built with my own hands.

Nice, huh?

Sandman!

Wake up.

Hey, wake up. We have visitors.

This is Sandman, our anaesthetist.

In his day, he was the best in his field. Weren't you?

Poor thing. He's had a long night.

When would you like to start?

- Um... I-- I'll just have to-- - Have to what?

Practise? That's not a problem.

I'll get you a few cadavers in no time.

But let's go. It's time for your dance lessons.

Okay, no. I'm not going to strip. That wasn't part of the deal.

Why do I have to take off my clothes anyway?

Because I'm telling you to.

Have a look around you.

What you see here is my blood,

my sweat,

my tears.

And not you or anyone else will take that away from me!

Do I make myself clear?

Let's go.

Excuse me.

Fuck, bro!

This is a private room.

No one stopped me.

Where's Candi?

Why do you want to know?

I'm-- I'm one of her lecturers. She's doing some research for me.

Who are you?

I'm her Stefanie.

What?

I'm sorry, I...

What are you laughing at?

I-- I'm sorry.

I'm her lover. I am!

- Okay. - Fuck you!

Fuck you.

It's not funny anyway.

Candi's dead.

What?

Candi...

is dead.

Candi is dead.

She's gone.

Hallo! Hallo-o!

Don't pretend you can't hear me!

What are you people doing here?

Ask the madam.

It's the plumbing.

This is nice. Huh?

Nothing's fucking nice.

And put it on over your panty. You don't know who had it on before you.

Fuck!

I can't get it on over my tits.

Hold on, let me help you.

- Okay, hold your breath. - I'm trying.

Suck it in.

- I'm trying. - Okay.

- I can't-- - Okay, sit down.

- I can't, I can't. - Sit down.

Breathe.

And out.

- I can't do this. - You can.

I can't str-- I can't strip.

You can!

- Just pick a persona. - No.

I don't even get undressed in front of Adriaan.

What?

Okay, shit, sorry. Don't worry about it.

Worry about the kidneys instead.

Do you remember how to do it?

I'm not operating on anyone.

Okay, how are we coming along? Let me see.

Yeah, that's cute. And you? There we go.

No, this won't do.

You look like an overweight cabaret diva from the suburbs.

Less old maid, more tart. I want sex and sequins.

Okay? Come on, move it! Let's go!

What the fuck?

Don't you want to put the sound on?

No, no, it's a repeat.

Forget about that girl.

Those kinds of people bring these things upon themselves.

What kind of people?

Apparently, she was working at that Koeksusters place.

Good heavens.

Do you know about the place?

Don't tell my wife.

Sounds like a rough life.

Not really.

I'd also show off my body if people were willing to pay for it.

I've seen men empty their wallet on a redhead.

- You saw that? - Not at the Koekie place.

There used to be a place in Langebaan.

Yeah, the good old days with

Glenda Kemp and her snake, "Oupa".

Now we're the Oupas.

Shows you.

You should enjoy life while you can.

Right.

Okay, just like with good sex, we'll start with some floor play.

I'll do it, you'll watch me, then you'll do it.

Okay? Great, let's go, girls.

Come on! I don't have much time! Let's go!

Alright!

And... walk two, three, four

and pose two, three, four

and bend two, three, four

and bounce your fanny to the floor!

Okay, your turn.

Go on! Move it! Go!

Go, go, go!

Come on, hurry!

And... walk two, three, four

and pose two, three, four

and bend two, three, four

and bounce your fanny to the floor!

Okay.

Very good. That was very nice.

Chrizella, my girl. You have the rhythm of a scrambled egg.

Loosen those hips!

I can't. I can't! I told you I can't.

"Can't" is not an option.

Take that stick out of your ass and mince.

We were raised very conservatively.

Your body is a temple and that kind of thing.

Exactly. Temples are built to be displayed

but your sister thinks her cookie is a convent in Klerksdorp!

Okay, some of us like to keep the mystery going.

Hmm... you're almost forty,

you have sex once a year on your husband's birthday

and clean dishes turn you on.

Mystery solved.

You know what? Fuck it.

- Fuck it. I don't have to do this. - Chrissie, wait.

No! I studied Medicine. I'm a surgeon.

I do things that matter. This is bullshit!

Okay. Now you listen to me, you cow.

What we do here, matters.

Your husbands come in here on sexual life support

and we hold their hands until they can walk again.

What you do, I can find at the nearest fucking butchery.

But in here...

you're looking at art.

My sister can do the splits too. She's done a shitload of Pilates.

- Show him. - Shut the fuck up!

Okay, let's move on to the lap dancing.

I'm only going through the basics. Okay!

- Right. So-- - Her car is outside.

Swys gave me an invoice for everything that had to be "fixed".

In case hubby asks, Swys is a legit mechanic.

How are things going over here?

It's like getting glitter from a stone.

But I'm glad you're here. We need a lap.

Okay. So... follow me. Watch me. It's very easy.

No... No.

I have to pick up my child from school in an hour.

Give me that.

Obviously I can't go like this.

Lulu!

Let's go!

Go feed the child and come in early for some last-minute tips! Cow!

Come in.

Ah... sweetheart.

So... Sussa will be fine, but Chrizelda...

I don't trust her.

She's too nervous. She's going to try something.

Mm-mm. Not the type. She's neurotic.

The hysteria is all about showing her panty.

Prudes sometimes have the sharpest claws. Keep an eye on her.

I'm booking myself a massage. All this stress is making me old.

Forget about the Thai girls.

You know I give the best massages.

That's true. Hmm... that feels good.

Ooh, a bit lower. Mmm.

Okay! I'll be going then.

- Sweetheart... - Hm?

What if this doesn't work out?

It will.

Everything you do works out.

Ooh... yes.

Put your seatbelt on.

What does it matter?

No offence, but with your moves, we're screwed.

Oh wow. Thanks, Lulu.

Sorry, but I'm not a stripper, okay?

And I'm sorry Mom didn't let me go to ballet classes until sixth grade.

I'm not a stripper either. I'm just trying to make the best of this.

I'm trying to help us.

Sorry.

Well--

I can't tell Adriaan.

Yeah, well... you can't go to the police either.

- Why not? - What will we tell them?

- A stripper died, - Oh fuck.

and now we're dancing naked?

I'll come up with something.

Christelle, if you go to jail, Stella won't have a mother.

It was kidnapping at most.

MOEKIE.

Stella! Mommy's coming!

My child? The police?

What the fuck? Are you following us?

Sweetheart...

I know every move you make.

Try pulling a move like that again and your precious Stella...

You won't touch my child.

You wouldn't.

You have a daughter too.

It's her fault Candi died.

You have no proof that I was involved. So...

if you want to keep your child out of prison,

leave my fucking child alone.

Stella! Lulu! Let's go!

- I'm taking a shower. - Okay.

Any update on the strange car last night?

Yeah, they were school friends.

And this morning? That rude man?

- Listen, Heike. I-- I'm in a hurry. - You know the rules.

Strange vehicles need to be reported on the WhatsApp group.

It isn't a rule just because you created the WhatsApp group.

I'm having petitions for booms in the street.

Ja! I've had enough!

Okay, fine with me!

And you still have my plastic containers from the street braai!

Okay!

- I want them back! - Okay!

- Come here. Come on! - What the fuck?

What are you doing?!

- Christelle? - Shh! Shh!

Shh... shh... shh...

- Is there someone inside the house? - Shh!

There are cameras everywhere.

They knew we were at the hospital.

They know we went to the police station.

- They know fucking everything. - It's that phone.

I know. We need to get to the police some other way.

Christelle? Where are you guys?

- Hey! I'm coming! - Go away!

Okay.

Are you showering together?

- No! - Yes!

Shush!

- Are you hungry? - No, I just feel like a snack.

- Where are the chips? - Let me make you something to eat.

Hmm! I could eat you.

No! Not before the eight o'clock news.

Okay. Um... I can't stay anyway.

I'm meeting Daan. I promised to have a drink with him.

He... His stripper died.

What?

How?

Sounds like a car accident.

By the way, that crazy German next door called.

She's pissed off because there was someone here.

- She's making it up. - Really?

She'll take every chance she gets to talk to a man.

She's a good guard dog.

Um...

I told her I would return her bowls.

There's some cottage pie in the freezer.

Why don't you make that?

Heike.

Heike, hi. Heike, thank you. Thank you.

I hope they're clean this time.

Listen, you have to help me, alright? Um...

Those men... You were right.

They're all in some sort of... gang.

They're-- they're...

They're selling human kidneys on the black market.

Is-- Is this a joke?

Listen, they're blackmailing me to work for them.

- Why? - It's a very long story.

Um, so...

you have to go to the police because I can't go.

They've got cameras all over my house.

You have to go.

Don't look! Just act normal, okay?

Me, my family--

This whole street even. We're all in grave danger.

So, um...

only you can help us.

Oh. Okay. Um...

I-- I just need to change into something decent.

Okay, great. Thank you. You're a lifesaver.

You-- you're a hero.

- Ja. okay. - Thank you.

Thank you, um...

Entschuldigen sie bitte! Thank you.

...can be full of physical evidence

- which can link the crime to... - Come on, Bybie.

This is all blood and guts.

This location is known as the crime scene.

Crime scenes can be anywhere.

Indoors, outdoors, at business prem...

THE KOEKSUSTERS ARE CALLING YOU.

Thanks, Mom. There's a chicken pie in the oven.

- Hello, Mom. - Hi.

So will you be going out every night now?

No, Mom. It's...

It's only tonight. I promise.

Stella! Grandma is here!

Don't forget to eat the chicken pie!

Mom, please don't order Uber Eats again.

- Okay. Is she upstairs? - Yes. Thanks.

Grandma! Can we get Uber Eats?

Hey! I heard that!

So what will you tell Mom tomorrow night?

There won't be a tomorrow night.

Okay? Please just play along for tonight.

Okay, let's go. Bye!

Bye, Mom!

I know it's unbelievable.

Uh...

To be honest, we've been suspecting for some time

that a syndicate was operating in the area, so...

I knew it.

I have a nose for these things.

I had a bad feeling in my bones about those men.

Why, if only more citizens were as brave as you,

- um, Ms...? - Zimmer.

- Zimmer. - Ja.

- Ms Zimmer. - So...

- What can I do now? - Nothing.

Just leave it to the police.

Rest assured, you are in no danger whatsoever.

Tip-offs are completely anonymous.

Such a shame. For once I'm not just a crazy German conspiracy lady.

I'm a real hero.

- And now no one can know. - Ma'am...

- Please refrain from mentioning-- - I know, I know.

Loose lips sink ships, ja. Scout's honour.

Not a word.

No, man. She didn't say that.

- She totally did. - She didn't!

- She did! - Hey girls! Listen to me!

Zip it, ladies! Listen up. These two are auditioning.

Stand over here. Be nice.

You don't have to go topless if you don't want to.

We just want to see how you move. Break a leg.

Hi, sorry.

Excuse me.

Uh-uh! Hello. Do you want to get hurt?

Oh, um, sorry. Is this your spot?

I'm Lulu and this is Christelle. Nice to meet you.

Yeah, we remember. You're the two idiots from last night.

Sure, you can sit there. She's dead anyway.

What the fuck are you wearing?

You look great.

What the fuck!

Okay, gents! Give us a hand for Raven!

Yay, Raven!

And now, a very nice surprise.

Please welcome...

Chrizelda the clown!

Ow fuck!

Boo!

Don't trip over your tits, Grandma!

- Boo! - Boo!

Boo! Put your clothes back on, Grandma!

Chrissie, just do something!

No one wants to see you!

I want Candi! We want Candi!

Okay, okay, okay! Sorry about that!

Okay, that was just a practise run. It was just a practise run. Relax.

The real event starts now. Please welcome...

Brandy! Brandy!

Well done, sweetheart.

What did you expect?

You're trying to make an ass out of me and this place, aren't you?

That's not why you're here anyway.

Let's go.

Let's go!

You said you wanted to practise.

This is better than a fucking cadaver.

No.

Hold on. Who is that?

Some homeless woman.

We'll give her a little something.

Put her up for a few nights. It's more than she has now anyway.

Let's just call it charity.

No.

Sweetheart... If you won't do it, I will.

No! Fuck! Wait! Wait! Okay.

Okay. I'll do it.

Put on your scrubs. I've had enough of you.

And now... Luscious Lulu.

Done.

It's such a fucking waste.

The best thong therapist in the business.

Anyway, to the Candis of the world.

- I know the perfect place for a-- - Esmé is waiting for you.

Her tranquiliser kicked in ages ago. What the fuck. Come on.

Come on!

Sweetheart, you were right earlier when you said I had nothing on you.

But now...

That's it, my girl.

Help the uncle to pitch a tent.

- Fuck it, Christelle! - Sorry! Fuck!

Lift that up.

What the fuck? Heike.

- Uncle? - Oh, dear Lord.

- BYBIETJIE. - Help me!

The uncle's having a heart attack! Help me!

Can someone please help me?!

Are you ready?

Come on.

Let's go.