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[narrator] Previously on Agent...

Oh, wait, let me guess. Gloria fucking Gaynor?

Every time, every goddamn time,

that song makes me think of you and Delilah.

What about the boy, huh? Shouldn't you have saved the boy too, B?

Pack a bag, bruv. We going to Cape Town. Football expo.

You look like shit, by the way.

This is my money.

[grunts]

Uh-uh. It's goddamn Gloria Gaynor. It don't mean nothing, B.

I'm ready to tell you everything.

[thunder rumbling]

[banging on door]

[doorknob rattles]

[door opens]

[thunder rumbling]

[in vernacular] I've got you.

Yoh! Yoh!

Yoh! [shudders]

[in English] Oh! Oh, my God.

What are you doing here?

[in vernacular] Eh, you know, sister...

[in English] I got lost. Lost, lost, lost, lost.

[thunder rumbles]

So... you come to my reception

and walk into this office like it's your house?

You see, what happened, my supervisor upstairs...

-Hmm. -...they forgot to sign

my pass-out receipt.

So then I decided to come here to see if there's somebody who can help me.

Okay. So, where is it?

-The pass-out. -Oh.

That's it.

So tell me, sister. Does Lesego ever come here to the office?

Hardly ever.

Ja, but he's your client, mos?

Hey, doesn't mean he works here, wena.

Eh, ja. Sorry, sister. It's just that I'm just a fan, you see.

Look, we talk on the phone mostly, for business.

-Hmm? -Hmm.

Ja, he can't be socializing, right?

Ja, and you're right.

Yazi, you know these soccer players. Yoh, yoh, yoh!

-They're very busy, busy, busy, busy. -Yes.

Ja, no. Thanks for signing this, sisi.

-Ja. -Right, sharp.

-Sharp. -[door opens]

-[sighs] This guy. -[door closes]

[exhales]

[The Spencer Davis Group's "Keep On Running" plays]

♪ Keep on running ♪

♪ Keep on hiding ♪

[no audible dialogue]

♪ One fine day, I'm gonna be the one ♪

♪ To make you understand ♪

♪ Oh yeah, I'm gonna be your man ♪

♪ Keep on running ♪

♪ Running from my arms ♪

♪ One fine day, I'm gonna be the one To make you understand ♪

♪ Oh yeah, I'm gonna be your man ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Everyone is talking about me ♪

♪ It makes me feel so bad ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Everyone is laughing at me ♪

♪ It makes me feel so sad ♪

♪ So keep on running ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Keep on running... ♪

[thunder rumbles]

Do you mind?

Go for it.

-[bottle clinks] -Sounds like I'm gonna need it.

Last chance for you to walk away.

You don't have to tell me anything.

I'm not going anywhere.

I want to tell you.

I-- I need to tell someone for-- for my own sake.

But not just someone.

-You. -[bottle uncorks]

[pouring]

Six years ago, when I was still a professional footballer,

we'd just won the league final.

We'd finally beaten Goliath...

the Buccaneers.

It was our first league victory in over 20 years.

[no audible dialogue]

[whistles]

Well, hello, ladies.

[disco music on speakers]

How we doing?

We sharp.

[Lesego in Zulu] Hey, what are your names?

-Dee. -Phima.

Delilah.

[in English] Oh, watch out now, De-li-lah. [chuckles]

You know, we won the league tonight, so, you know,

they gave us that whole VIP area. That's for us tonight, ja.

Just tell them you're with Lesego Moleko and Blaze. Um...

Sure.

[Lesego] All right. Aren't you too young to be here?

No. I'm 18 and I'm actually a model, so...

-Yeah. -All right.

[in Zulu] You will come, right?

-[Blaze in English] Ciao, ladies. -Ciao.

[heavy breathing]

[in Zulu] Blaze is mine, Blaze is mine. I'm claiming him, I'm claiming him.

[giggling]

So you've been on this no-alcohol kick for years?

[Blaze] Yeah.

They say alcoholism is hereditary.

Funny, 'cause I bumped into my dad in Cape Town.

For a moment, he didn't even remember me.

[thunder rumbling]

This Delilah...

It's about her, isn't it?

It starts with her.

-[disco music playing] -Whoo! Aight!

We won the league, league champions!

[cheering]

What, what, what?

[Blaze] We were actually having fun at the club.

Our friends were there. It felt good.

[chattering]

Whoo!

[in Zulu] Bro, where's that chick, Delilah? Where is she?

-Forget about Delilah. -But I want her.

But we are here. Why does it have to be her?

Ace, come on. There's plenty of women here.

-[scoffs, moans] -The one with the forehead.

[yells, grunts]

Okay, then, fuck shit, let's turn up.

Whoo!

[Natalie] So when did you have that first drink?

I'm getting to it.

Lesego can be persistent.

You don't strike me as the type that is easily peer-pressured.

But I also know Lesego...

and he wasn't gonna give in.

So you drank,

even with your own rules and the hereditary issue?

We all break our own rules in adulthood...

don't we?

[thunder rumbling]

Is this the part where things get bleak?

Come on. Come on.

[in Zulu] The whole gang is drinking. Everyone is celebrating.

What's wrong with you, eh?

When was the last time you and I hung out, just like old times, eh?

[in English] Come on. Just one. Just one. Come on, man.

Blaze? Blaze. Blaze. Blaze. Blaze. Blaze.

-[in Zulu] Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! -Yeah!

-One, just one. -Yes!

Whoo-hoo!

Mmm.

Whoo-hoo!

-[in English] Yo! Fuck shit. -[indistinct]

[in Zulu] It's going to be a great night. Oh, man!

Nine o'clock. Check who's here. Look, look, look.

[inhales]

In the hizzo... or what! Whoo!

Underage. Walk away.

-Do you think-- -Walk away.

Do you think she's looking at me?

You're hoping she is.

Let's see.

Les. Les.

Les!

[Lesego whistles]

Ladies, Moleko in the house. You already know.

You finally came. [chuckles]

Surely you came to see me?

[in English] No, I didn't come here for you.

[in Zulu] Oh, so you came for the free drinks?

[in English] No, we actually can afford our own drinks.

I'm actually here for somebody else.

[chuckles]

[in Zulu] You know, there's fuck-all there for you.

I'm telling you, don't waste your time.

[in English] Okay, I'll be the judge of that.

[in Zulu] I'm telling you.

[no audible dialogue]

Your team's celebrating a big win.

There are models throwing themselves at you.

You expect me to believe that you weren't there?

She was a kid.

-So you weren't interested? -No.

-Even slightly? -Look...

I wanted her far away from us.

And I was willing and ready to call it a night.

Hmm.

[thunder rumbling]

Ahhh!

Yeah! Whoo!

[in Zulu] Look, Blaze, Blaze. I said one line. [snorts]

-Let's take this to the next level. -Are you crazy?

[yells]

[chuckles]

Ah, fuck shit, don't tell me about girls. You know, she says to me...

You know, "I don't need your drinks, I don't need your drinks."

Look at what she's doing now.

-[chuckles] -Ah, boy.

Come tell me what she said.

-Ooh! -What did she say?

Ah, no. Playing hard to get, you know. Ah, chicks.

-What did she say? -Eh?

What did she say, man?

Ja, man.

She bounced you.

You can score on the field, but not in the club.

No, not me! I'm going to work on her.

By the end of the night... I'm going to work on her.

By the end of the night, [laughs] I'm going to sleep with her.

Yoh, shit!

Friend, underage. Walk away, boy, otherwise you'll get busted.

Come, let me drink.

Drink, boy.

[clears throat]

You know what, thanks.

I thought your boy was about to harass me again.

Ja, I thought you could do with some protection.

There are a lot of predators around here.

No, protection is not what I need.

Oh, uh, Delilah...

[in English] You're a very pretty young lady, hmm?

Oh, okay. Fair point.

-[song changes] -Um...

Ahhh! It's my song! It's my song!

["Anybody Wanna Party?" by Gloria Gaynor playing]

Okay, well, since you, wena, are protecting me,

come protect me on the dance floor.

How-- how do you know the song?

Um, what, because I'm 17, I can't like the song?

You told my friend you're 18.

Okay, but if I told you I was, like, you know, 17,

would you guys put me on the guest list?

-Smart. [chuckles] -[indistinct]

[in Zulu] So, are you gonna dance with me or you just gonna stand there?

-[in English] Can you keep up? Let's see. -Oh, okay.

[both laugh]

[no audible dialogue]

-[song ends, echoes] -Fucking song keeps on haunting me.

[Natalie] Gloria Gaynor.

I love that song. You love that song.

That song?

[thunder rumbling]

That song was never the same after that night.

Lesego was on a mission that night.

A mission to self-destruct, and when he goes at it, he goes hard.

He's a fucking maniac at the best of times.

It was just downhill after that.

His obsession with this Delilah girl...

what is that about?

He's competitive.

And not just on the field.

So it's about you...

not her.

[disco music playing]

When's the DJ gonna play that song? What's taking him so long?

-DJ! -[both laugh]

Oh!

Okay?

You sharp?

-Aw, you're a lightweight. [laughs] -Mmm-mmm.

[Blaze] Things never go right when I drink.

It's like jinxing everything around me.

-[both chuckle] -Yeah, yeah.

-Walk away. She's not interested. -[laughs]

Yeah.

Hey, why don't you let the man vomit in peace

without a pretty lady watching, you know?

-[song changes] -Isn't this your song, by the way?

[chuckles]

Yeah! Ho! Hoo-hoo! The song! Yeah!

I shouldn't have left.

Shouldn't have gone to the toilet, gotten on that bus.

I-- I should have never gone at all that night.

You would've hurled in the VIP section.

I shouldn't have been drinking in the first place.

It was a big night.

It was the worst night of my life.

[pop music playing]

[in Zulu] Ola. Hey. Did you see my friend, the one I was with?

[in English] The one with the small girl?

-Ja, ja, ja, ja. -[in Zulu] They left together.

Over there.

[muffled whimpering]

-[Delilah whimpering] -[Lesego] Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh. Quiet.

-[muffled crying, whimpering] -[grunting]

[muffled screaming]

[screaming continues]

Lesego. Les!

-[indistinct] -[Delilah screaming]

[Lesego] Hey, you, piss off, man!

[in English] Get the fuck away from her. Stay there.

-Dee? -[Lesego] Hey, Delilah!

[hyperventilating]

Dee, Dee, Dee, Dee. Hey, it's okay. Delilah, it's okay. It's okay.

-[in Zulu] She wanted it, man. -[in English] Shut the fuck up, Lesego.

Shut the fuck up.

Delilah, hey, hey, I'm here. It's okay, it's okay.

Just breathe. Just breathe, breathe, breathe.

-Shh, shh, it's me, it's me. -[grunting]

-Hey, hey, wait, wait, it's Blaze. -[screaming]

Wait, wait, wait. Delilah.

-Get the fuck away from her. -[Delilah screaming]

-No, no, no! -[screaming]

[door opens]

[in vernacular] Dee, how are you?

How was your day?

[Delilah] The security company called.

What did they want?

The gun they gave you.

You can't return it yet. We need that gun. Right, Monte?

Ja, ja, you're right. We really do need it.

Nat...

say something.

Your friend is a fucking rapist.

I warned you.

-[bangs counter] -Why is he always so unhinged, huh?

He's got issues, all right?

He practically had to-- had to take care of his entire family.

Absent father.

I mean, he doesn't even see them anymore, sends them money every now and again,

but they-- they live their separate lives now.

Your father was absent.

Did you rape a girl?

Look, I'm no angel, all right?

But I also didn't have an entire family relying on me to provide for them.

You are not a rapist!

You hate him right now.

I never liked him.

He used to be my friend.

So you should hate me too. Right?

What the fuck are you doing?

What fucking difference does it make, Natalie?

Give me the fucking bottle.

You're gonna shut up. That's what you're gonna do.

Excuse me?

Let's see what you think of me after I tell you what happens next, okay?

You realize she's only 17, Lesego?

[in Zulu] She said to me she was 18.

[in English] But you're the fucking grown-up here. Make the wiser decision!

We're supposed to be celebrating, Blaze, man.

You call this celebrating?

-That is celebrating? -Yes, yes.

Fuck the cup! Fuck the league!

Fuck the fucking trophy, Lesego! You raped a girl!

I didn't rape anyone.

[in Zulu] That whore was playing hard to get.

She didn't want you. That girl did not want you.

[in English] She didn't want you.

[in Zulu] I saw that whore at the club.

She was all over you.

That skank was all over you. She wanted to fuck you.

She was wet for sure.

[chuckles]

[in English] You raped an innocent girl because you were jealous of me?

[in Zulu] That whore wanted you!

[in English] Lesego, she was screaming.

She was screaming, which means she did not like it!

Well, she got me. Yiasus!

Hey, hey, hey, where the fuck you think you're going, huh?

-Where the fuck do you think you're going? -This fucking party sucks.

-You're killing my vibe. -Fucking give me the keys.

-Give me the fucking keys! -Why?

[in Zulu] Are you gonna drive?

[in English] I'm going to take you home one last time.

And then I never wanna see your fucking face again.

[in Zulu] Okay. Oh, you're my driver now? Okay, Mr. Taxi Driver.

[in English] Get your ass in the fucking car.

Shit! Fuck!

Get in the fucking car!

[in vernacular] When will you get him?

That bastard...

that bastard has ruined us.

And his life just goes on like business as usual?

Like fuck-all happened?

I was determined to be somebody in life.

Now look at what's become of me.

Look at me. He's won.

And we all lost.

You were going to make it and take all of us with you.

Brother, I'm so sorry.

If I didn't go to that club, we wouldn't be here.

Dee, this is not your fault.

Don't ever say that again.

Papa was right.

I ruined myself, Monte.

You were young, and he took advantage of you.

Do you have bullets for that?

Ja.

I think these will be enough.

When?

[in English] Last game of the season.

[in vernacular] When is the last game of the season?

I need the exact time frame. What day, what time, Monte?

[in English] Next week.

[in vernacular] Next week, Dee.

I'll have access to the change rooms.

Now is the right time.

[in English] He is going to pay.

[in vernacular] We're going to make him pay.

Leave it all to me. He will definitely pay.

[music playing on car stereo]

[Lesego in English] Ooh, there's my tune. Ha!

Ah, yeah.

[switches off music]

[in Zulu] Why are you killing the vibe? Always killing the vibe.

Uh-huh. Look what we have here. Here we go.

[in English] Last train. Train to heaven.

[in Zulu] Have some. Oh, you don't want some?

How will you get it sitting at the corner?

[snorts]

Ooh! Huh!

[in English] Oh, yeah, motherfucker!

[snorts, sighs]

Ooh!

[in Zulu] Hey, you. Are you still upset about that bitch, hmm?

[in English] She was asking for it, boy.

[in Zulu] How can you go to a club dressed in that way?

[in English] Ah, fuck shit, man.

Shut the fuck up, Lesego!

[laughs]

Eh! Okay, right. Oh, okay.

[in Zulu] If I'm wrong and if I'm such an idiot, what do we do now?

I don't even know where we are and I should be the one driving.

[clicks tongue, mutters]

Okay, okay. You know what? You're wasting time.

Why don't you just turn this car around

and take me to the police station right now?

[in English] Shut the fuck up, man. How many fucking times--

[arguing]

-[horn honks] -Oh, shit!

-[thud] -[tires screech]

[Lesego breathing heavily] Fuck!

[Blaze] Shh! I think we hit something.

Oh, shit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

-What do we do? -Just drive.

-No. No! -Just drive. Just drive.

-Les, no. -Drive.

I'm gonna get out.

[door alarm chimes]

-[in Zulu] What are you doing? -Shh!

[in English] Shh! Get in the car.

Oh, shit.

Fuck!

Ohhhh, fuck!

I've seen some terrible things.

Far worse than this.

But...

But?

But this is twisted.

In the most unfair way possible.

The boy...

[sighs]

By the time we got out of the car...

[thunder rumbling]

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

[in Zulu] What you doing with that?

-What the fuck are you doing? -I need to call the police.

-Call the police. -Are you out of your mind?

Do you want me to spend the night in jail

and appear in every newspaper tomorrow?

[crying] We can't leave him here.

He is dead. He is dead.

But if you bring the heat on us, we'll end up in jail.

Is that what you want?

[in English] But, Lesego, we can't leave him here!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Okay. Chris.

-[in Zulu] Phone Chris. -I can't, man.

Chris will solve this.

[in English] Just calm the fuck down. Relax. Yiasus.

Calm down.

[in Zulu] It's ringing, it's ringing. Talk to him.

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

[in English] Blaze?

It's 1:00 a.m. in the morning, mate. What's going on?

-We fucked up, Chris. -Blaze fucked up!

Is that Lesego? What the hell's going on?

We were driving back from the party.

-Blaze was driving. -Shut the fuck up!

[sobbing] The boy just came from nowhere.

-[groans] -He's dead!

-Who is it? -No, it's fine.

Just, uh-- just tell me what happened.

[sobbing] Chris, we were-- we were driving back, me and Les.

I didn't see the kid. He came out of nowhere.

We should call the cops.

-Have you been drinking? -Yeah, yeah.

All right. Exactly where are you right now?

I don't know where this place is, man. We got lost. I think we--

Weltevreden! It's in Weltevreden.

All right.

[sighs] Don't call anyone. Sit tight.

I'm gonna call you right back. I'm coming.

-[Zoe] Who was that? -Ah!

Just a client, babe.

-A client at this hour? -[chuckles]

Happens all the time.

Not at Apollo, it doesn't.

There's a strict 10 o'clock lights-out policy.

You're out after that, fined and suspended.

[chuckles] I'll be sure to mention it at the next PSL indaba.

And by client, you mean Blaze, don't you?

No. By no, I mean none of your business.

You can find your way out, Zo. I'll call ya.

[snorts]

[crying]

Oh!

Oh, Chris. Thank God!

[Chris, indistinct]

[sniffs]

[Blaze] He's not breathing.

He's not breathing, Chris. [sniffles]

[Lesego] So, we were-- we were driving. No, no, Blaze was driving.

Then, while we driving, Blaze tries to--

tries to hit me in a moving car.

Ja, but you left out the fact that I was driving your drugged, high ass home...

He killed a kid. He hit the kid.

...because you raped an underage girl, that's what happened.

Fucking idiots!

[in Yoruba] Fools, the two of you.

[in English] Do you have any idea...

[chuckles]

...of the gravity of your situation?

Hmm?

A rape and a culpable homicide on the same fucking night?

I did-- did not rape--

[Blaze] But she was screaming!

She was screaming because she didn't like it.

-You hit the kid and he's dead! -You forced yourself.

You couldn't keep your penis in your fucking pants!

-Now the kid's dead. You-- -It was like that.

Shut up, both of you!

Are you ready to face jail, to face the hatred of the public,

to have your rising careers end?

[Lesego] No, sir. No, sir.

-[Chris] Huh? -Aye.

Let's call the cops, man. We need to call the cops.

All right, let's work this.

You call the police.

You tell them you ran a child over-- under the influence.

I'm sure they'll be really understanding.

Surely they won't throw you into jail to rot.

Surely your career can recover from this.

Let's do the right thing and we all live happily ever after.

One more thing.

What happened, and what happens here tonight...

remains between the three of us.

You have no problem from me, sir.

-Okay, okay, okay. Okay. -Right, then, let's go.

Pick up that body.

[Blaze inhales, exhales] Okay.

Get over there, mate.

Fucking hell.

Do you still think that I'm a good guy?

What happened to the body?

[body thuds]

[sniffling]

[crying]

You're bound to each other.

You, Christopher, and Lesego.

Bound together in a blood pact.

I don't know.

You just make it sound so...

I don't know.

I guess I'm talking as a profiler.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking it explains your relationship with Christopher.

Your surrogate father. The man you never want to disappoint.

You acted like you didn't know me that day after we met in your office.

I mean, I took it personally, but I guess, for you, it was...

"I cannot show him that I have gotten close to someone."

Something tells me that

he wouldn't like the idea of you being with me, a cop.

Yeah.

And Lesego hated the idea of us even more.

And then there's that charmer.

You know what I think.

And when it comes to you,

I think that your friend wishes that he were you.

And it kills him that he's not.

Ah, man, come on.

It doesn't take a psychologist to see that Lesego keeps you near

because you are the better person.

He hopes that your goodness and your sense of moral obligation

will somehow rub off on him.

I tried to stay away from him, okay?

Ever since that day.

I even had a transfer lined up far away from Marlboro.

Then that incident happened...

forced me to retire.

Later on, Chris convinced me to take him on as a client.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?

Something like that.

And the kid?

Your new client?

Herve?

The kid on the side of the road...

that you need to nurture and save from danger.

The kid in the red top.

And then there are your daddy issues.

You so badly don't want to be like him that you run away from who you are.

Not drinking, that's fine, but still keeping people at arm's length.

And then there's you.

Your damsel in distress.

The Delilah you had to save from Lesego's paws.

The second mistake you will not make again.

And when that Gloria Gaynor song came on, I thought--

I thought history was gonna repeat itself.

Yeah, but it didn't.

Isn't that just the point?

You and I met that night and nothing bad happened.

I've never looked at it that way.

I've been honest with you.

I've told you things that...

people think should be hidden.

I'm an open book, Sli.

But maybe there's some parts of this book that you don't want to see.

I've just read the worst of it...

and I'm still here.

In that case...

there's something I need to tell you.

What?

What is it with you, me, and Cape Town?

[sighs] It's like we were frozen in time and all the...

crap in our lives just didn't matter in that moment.

That's exactly how I remember it.

Did you fuck her?

So what exactly are you doing here,

dumping all of this shit on my doorstep?

Who else have you slept with that I don't even know about yet?

Nat, come on, you know me better than that.

No, I don't. I don't fucking know you.

Get out. Get the fuck out!

Look, I get it, all right? I really fucked up.

I did it because I thought we were over.

I did it because I thought we didn't stand a chance.

I did it because I thought you had moved on.

I did it because

I wanted you to know everything there is to know about me.

Go.

Nat, no.

-You don't mean that. -Just go!

If you wanna kick me out...

because I let an innocent woman get raped, that's fine.

If you're kicking me out because I killed an innocent that night, that is fine.

But don't stand there and tell me you're gonna kick me out

because I cheated on you, 'cause I won't take that shit.

You stand there and tell me you're an open fucking book.

I don't believe you.

You know why?

Because I know that there's shit about your past

that you don't open up to me about.

Do I hold it over your head? No, I don't.

And why? 'Cause I fucking love you.

I love you.

So if you want me to go...

I'll go, Natalie, all right?

I'll fucking go.

[keys jingle]

[bottle clinks]

So near, and yet so far.

Not near or far enough, Jerry.

Sometimes, it's just a trick of the eye...

but the heart sees it clearly.

Feels like the last time, Master Blaze?

[Blaze] It was good while it lasted.

We've met many times before...

and we will do so again.

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