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VULTURES

Your pal better not have lied again about where he spotted this crash.

Hey! Fuck off!

Sorry. It's a looter.

Are you there first?

Yes, exactly where my Uber-guy spotted it.

Looks like a rich ass in a Merc.

Then go scan its disc, you fuck!

Now listen carefully.

If you don't tow this one, I'll send your truck to the scrapyard.

And you can beg someone else for a fucking job!

Yes, I know, Sir. I'll tow this goose!

We'll chat later.

Cunt.

Sir?

Hello, Sir?

Are you okay?

Do you have any other injuries?

My head...

Okay, Sir.

Don't move.

Help24/7, good morning.

Yes, I need some red lights here.

Single motor vehicle accident.

Just, uh, gimme a sec...

Okay, yes?

Yes, I've got a male with a head injury.

Spider webbing on the windshield.

Copy that. Are you roadside?

Yeah, we're here next to the N7. At that Kleinvissershok turn-off.

Sending Med-Life and Metro. ETA, uh...

Ten minutes. You'll be there?

Yeah thanks, you'll see my truck.

Right, cool.

Sir, I'm Paul from Scorpion Towing.

I've called the medics. They're on their way.

I'll take care of your Merc.

You only have to...

...you only have to sign here.

Hey, Sir!

We must stay awake!

What's your name?

Duncan.

Mister Duncan.

Where were you tonight?

A year-end function.

Aweh. And you had a good time?

I just had one drink.

Well, we all drive home after a drink or three.

Okay, so...

I scanned your licence disc

and I see you're insured with OUTsurance.

They'll send me the case number in a couple of minutes.

Sir.

We have to stay awake.

Let me read the contract to you while we wait.

"I hereby authorise Scorpion Towing,

to remove my vehicle..."

Hello Ma'am, are you alright?

Is there another vehicle? I'm Paul from Scorpion Towing.

No, thanks. We're fine.

Lovey...

Lovey, are you okay?

Can you move?

Can you climb out?

- Ma'am... - Nice, lovey.

Ma'am, leave him alone. The medics will take him out.

The medics?

- You phoned them? - Yes. Police are also on their way.

- Come on, lovey. We have to go. - Wait!

Ma'am, don't move him.

We can walk?

Okay. Let's go.

I'll drive.

Hey, fuck off! The police are coming!

Okay.

Just listen, hey?

You'll be out now-now.

Fire & Rescue will cut you out.

Just...

Okay. I'll be right back.

Help24/7, good mo--

Another pair of red lights, please.

We need Fire here, too. Someone's trapped.

Okay, copy.

Good evening!

I'm from Riebeek Towing.

Cape Town's no. 1 towing service.

Fuck man, another one! We're fine, okay?

You don't look fine to me.

Shut up, man.

Hey! You!

Pissing in our territory again?

Get into your toy truck and fuck off.

I was first. You can fuck off.

Did you take my handbag and keys?

Watch out for this guy. He likes to take what ain't his.

Where is the fucking thing?

Ma'am... I don't have your handbag. There was a looter when I got here.

A looter, what?

And our keys?

Ma'am, I'm just trying to help.

Ah! Got it.

Hey! Wait! Ma'am, I don't have your keys!

Then where are they?

Ma'am, listen.

If you leave, you'll be guilty of...

We're not guilty!

That taxi crashed into us!

No matter. Your husband is over the limit.

No, he isn't...

You don't understand.

If this gets out, we'll lose everything.

Damn it!

Sorry, buddy! Already scanned it.

This Merc is mine.

I didn't ask anybody to tow us!

Okay. Ma'am.

Listen to me.

I have to tow your vehicle.

- If we want the insurance to-- - Yeah, bro...

Ah, fuck off!

That wannabe who almost stole our job in Kraaifontein?

He's back.

- Send the rest of our dogs. - Give me your phone.

We'll park around this Merc.

And fuck him up.

Nice.

Fuck you. And your fucking dog show. Go to hell.

Your cunt, Anton. See?

Case number.

This Merc is mine.

Ma'am, get out of my truck.

OUTsurance. Nice, hey!

Thanks, buddy!

Three, nine, nine, six.

Miss! I'll call your insurance and tell them that...

Riebeek will be towing.

Here's our contract.

I don't want any contracts.

I want our keys!

Take your contract and piss off, fuck!

Fuck your territory! I was first!

Fucking big shot, huh? You think it's some kind of joke?

Wow. Yeah! Beat each other up!

Ma'am.

I have your keys.

Just let me tow your car.

- Please. - Okay.

Just give me the keys.

If I see you or your fucking boss

on our turf one more time,

it'll be a fucking war.

Sorry, Miss.

- Miss. Wait! - Leave me alone!

Lovey.

- Miss, you can't leave. - We're going. Move!

- Just wait for the paramedics. - Get out of here. Let us through!

Ouch! Duncan, don't hit me!

Your car has to be towed!

- It's the law. - Leave me alone!

Calm down!

- Calm down! - You're hurting him!

I'm helping him!

- Are you crazy? - You can't do this!

Calm down! The ambulance is here.

- Evenings. What's going on? - Head injury.

Can you just get these idiots away from him? Please!

Hello, Sir? Sir?

Can you tell me your name?

- Duncan! His name is Duncan. - Hold him steady!

- I need to hear from him. - Don't tell me what to do.

I'm just helping my client.

- He's not your client! - Yes, he is!

You were second. Check the bridge.

There's a fucked-up taxi for you.

For what? You go tow it for free.

- I don't do shit jobs! - Okay, everyone! Please! Be quiet!

Ma'am, I need to hear from him. Okay?

Duncan, Duncan?

Can you talk?

Can you tell me what happened?

Duncan?

Palesa...

Alright. We need to keep him still

and move him onto the scoop.

We're going to lift him from this side on three

and then you slide this under. Okay?

One, two, three.

- Be careful, please! - Slide it in, slide it in.

There you go. Nice.

Okay. Straps, boys!

- Straps. - Straps?

Yeah. Take it that side.

Ma'am, can you help me keep his arms down, please?

- Yeah, I've tied it here. - Lovey. Calm down, please!

It's okay, Duncan.

You're okay, Duncan.

Stuart...

GCS levels are dropping.

Whoa! Tilt him! Tilt him!

- Is he going to be okay? - Steady, steady.

- Is my husband going to be okay? - It's fine. Just calm down.

We'll help him now, okay?

We've got you. We've got you.

- Is he secure? - Yes. Ready?

We need to get him to the ambulance.

- Can you carry him by the head? - Yes.

- Grab him by the legs. - Sure.

We're going to lift him on three.

Keep his arms down, please.

- You have him? - Yeah.

On one...

Two... And three.

A bit more.

Got it.

Okay. Can you help us inside?

Can I come with you?

Yes, of course, Ma'am. We're going to Milnerton.

Okay? And you've got medical aid, right?

Yes.

Thanks, brother.

We won't make any more damage.

My boss'll send a flatbed. Okay? For luxury vehicles.

Here, Ma'am.

This is for you.

You'll fucking regret this.

And? Do you still have a job at Scorpion Towing?

Uh, yes, Sir.

The woman signed. But we'll need a flatbed here.

Hey! Paul milking the client!

Well done, boy.

I'll send one. Just wait there.

Sir.