Original subtitles

I had two heroes...

Karl Marx and Al Capone.

Al Capone said,

"If you're going to steal, steal big

and hope like hell you get away with it."

And Karl Marx said,

"All property's theft."

I think they'd both be proud of me.

Go go go!

Down down down down!

Cuff him!

Lucky Kunene, you're under arrest

for murder.

Take him away.

500 police and soldiers took part

in a major raid in Hillbrow today.

All the buildings targeted have been taken over

by criminal gangs.

Police confiscated 591 illegal firearms

and 2,714 rounds of ammunition.

Large quantities of drugs were seized,

including eight kilograms of cocaine,

62 kilograms of heroin

in addition to ecstasy,

Mandrax and methamphetamine.

Police made 93 arrests

for serious offenses

including murder, rape and armed robbery.

Among those detained was notorious Hillbrow crime boss

and slumlord Lucky Kunene,

also known as the Hoodlum of Hillbrow.

This time I think you should tell me the truth.

What do you want?

The real story.

Take me back to the beginning.

The beginning...

Soweto.

1994.

Freedom.

The New South Africa.

A new dawn, a new day.

A fresh start.

A clean page.

A new beginning.

And I had dreams.

The trains were the circulatory system

of the black urban economy.

My best friend Zakes and I were sucking the blood,

selling peanuts for peanuts.

However, free enterprise was never encouraged.

Shit!

Hey, Lucky.

Lucky, Lucky!

"It is our sincere pleasure to offer you a place

at our school of business studies."

- Amen. - Amen.

Mama.

No wonder. Once a chicken, always a chicken.

Ha!

You watch it, bro.

Guerilla.

And I trained in Moscow, not in the bush.

It's cold as hell, bro.

- So do you speak Russian? - No, man.

The only Russian I embraced is an AK-47.

The only Russian he embraced

is vodka.

No, police work pays chickenshit.

So I've gone into private enterprise.

And what sort of enterprise is that?

Hijack is a dirty word. It's called affirmative repossession.

But come on, man, we didn't fight the struggle

so that we could become criminals.

And I didn't fight apartheid to be poor either.

I may be a communist, but I believe that God helps those

who help themselves.

And God help us if He don't.

Nazareth.

He was our hero.

He left in the '80s to join the armed struggle.

When he returned from exile,

he had the biggest cars,

the most money

and any woman he wanted.

Get out, move! Get out!

Get out, move!

Good. 'Cause every man for himself.

The wealth of the nation for the rest of us.

Sure sure.

Sure sure.

- Very good. That's good.

Thank you. Thank you so much. Come back, huh?

Very good, thank you.

Excuse me, boys.

- How can I help you? - How much are these?

What you can do for such big bloomers?

Hey! No!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

When financial aid for university proved problematic,

Nazareth organized us an apprenticeship.

He also put us in touch with a business associate

to procure the necessary supplies.

- Hello. - Hey.

Short wheelbase.

'95 model. Get it.

Yeah, white Isuzu bakkie.

Remember, I'm taking a chance on you.

Yeah.

Shit.

Nazareth's contact started us off gently

and we figured, "How hard could it be?"

If there were risks,

we weren't too concerned.

Besides, on the outskirts of Soweto,

there were more white pickup trucks on the streets

than there were white people in Sandton...

short beds and long beds,

Ford Bantams, Toyota Hiluxes, Nissan Cabs,

Opel Corsas, quarter tons, half tons

and flatbeds.

Every kind of bakkie known to man, excepting of course,

a fucking '95 white Isuzu.

As time passed,

we became desperate.

My feet are killing me.

Do you know the way to Krugersdorp?

Okay, you need to turn around here, man.

Maybe about three kilometers from here you turn left, go straight north.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

Shit!

62...

Damn it!

I can't. I can't drive.

98, 99, 100.

Fuck!

How many women have you had?

What do you think you're doing, huh?

You are amateurs, man. Fucking amateurs!

Is this the best you could do for me?

We could have done better. We just needed some more time.

I'm taking 2,000 for damages.

PIN is 1081.

Whoa, what's this now?

Every time you deliver, I deposit money into your account.

Use the card. Don't throw it out.

I can't use this. We want cash.

Hey, no one walks around with cash anymore.

You want to get shot or held up or hijacked?

Do I look like a fucking idiot?

Money.

Um...

Ray...

- Hey. - Oh, hi Lucky.

Well, I guess I'll attend the university of life.

Why don't you make me understand?

Hey.

Okay, Lucky. Bye bye.

- Go on. - Okay.

Once we learned to drive, it was easy.

What the fuck?

Come on, man...

Yeah, blue Mercedes.

Consider it done.

And while we were becoming the hijack kings of Soweto...

Nazareth had turned to movies for inspiration.

Hey, what's up?

I have a job for you.

Whoa!

Whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Oh shit!

Let's move in! Let's move in!

Get down. Get down now! Down!

Get the weapon!

Move move! Get the money!

Move!

- Come on! - Faster faster!

Take the money!

- Move!

Drive! Go! What are you staring at?

If Hollywood could teach you how

to knock over armored cars,

bank robberies were a walk in the park.

After a spate of daring heists, the banks upgraded their security.

But Nazareth always found their weak spot.

If Mother Russia had taught him

Semtex and strategy,

Uncle Sam completed that education via correspondence school.

Ma'am, have a nice day.

Someone on the inside was always involved.

And who could blame them?

You see, in the New South Africa

everyone deserves their entitlement.

Preferably in this lifetime.

I was having more than enough problems of my own.

Confirm locale.

The carjack'ss on the Golden Highway.

We were having too many close calls.

Cops frustrated by rising crime rates

and a legal system that couldn't keep

those arrested behind bars

took the law into their own hands.

I decided to quit before I was forced

into an early retirement.

Mama.

Lucky.

Fill it with super and check the windscreen.

What are you gonna eat, books?

Correction, Comrade Nazareth.

Okay.

Get the weapons!

Get the fucking weapons!

Go go go go go!

Drop dead, motherfucker!

Come on, come on!

Shit! Shit.

Ah!

Shit!

Lucky.

Hey! Hey!

AIDS is the work of the devil

- as he walks the earth. - Hallelujah!

Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

The condom is the devil's instrument.

Amen.

You know where AIDS comes from?

Your mother.

Nigerians, Congolese.

You catch it fucking baboons and then eating them.

What?

Yeah, yeah.

Hello.

I have a taxi business to run.

Lucky, if you need money...

How long do you think this scam of yours will last?

Nomsa had dropped out of Jo'burg Tech

and followed me to Hillbrow to attend the university of life.

She'd found work as a bank teller

and a way to make it pay.

She learned what we all knew.

If you want to get by,

take a job where there's something to steal.

And of course, her brother Bull had graduated

with flying colors.

Hey, tsotsi.

* Take me home, taxi man *

* It is my time to go *

* Take me home, taxi man *

* It is my time to go *

* Take me home, taxi man *

* It is my time to go *

* Take me home, taxi man... *

* Take me home, taxi man *

* It is my time to go... *

Two beers and cigarettes, please.

Taxi man.

Don't fucking look at me like that!

You are a driving a taxi in our territory, man.

- I didn't fuck with you. - You fucking hear me?

Fuck off, man.

Stop the fucking car. Let me fix this bitch!

Stop the fucking car!

Fucking dog!

Go on, cut through, man.

All right.

Do you live in this pigsty?

Hey, if you wanna talk business, talk.

Otherwise, fuck off.

Huh? The taxi?

Johannesburg.

A city fathered by gold,

mothered by money,

then commandeered by white men with cruelty and greed.

Al Capone said you can go a long way with a smile.

You can go much further with a smile and a gun.

But if I was going to graduate from this shithole

to my beach house,

it would take a gun in one hand,

a briefcase in the other

and my best shit-eating grin.

Good morning. How can I help you?

Morning. My name is Lucky Kunene.

Anna Marie Van Rensberg.

So...

Mr. Kunene, what is it that you want?

I want to open a company and bank account.

I can do that for you. What assets do you have?

None. It's a non-profit organization.

You do have money, don't you?

I have 1,000 rand.

It cost 2,000 rand to register companies.

1,000 you have to pay me for my time.

Okay, I'll do it for you, but you have to pay me by Monday next week.

Otherwise my boss will kill me.

Thank you. I'll see you next week.

- Do you have a name? - Yes, Lucky Kunene.

No, Mr. Kunene. For the company, I mean.

The Hillbrow People's Housing Trust.

Hey, Lucky,

My little brother here tells me your life's been good.

Where are my manners?

This is Comrade Vusi, Comrade Themba.

Meeting Saturday morning.

From the Hillbrow People's Housing Trust.

We are arranging a meeting.

- What's it all about? - It's in your best interest.

My name is Lucky Kunene.

And I represent the Hillbrow People's Housing Trust.

Now I know you're all wondering why we called this meeting.

You see, I, like you

am a resident of Dunvista Mansions.

And I'm sure you're all aware

of the appalling living conditions.

The building has been allowed to decay

while the rent has gone up.

Yeah.

Not anymore.

Starting tomorrow things will change.

From now on

your rent will be paid directly into the trust.

The housing trust will in turn

negotiate with the landlord

and make any and all repairs deemed necessary.

Yeah!

With immediate effect,

your rent will be cut in half...

- Until the situation

can be reevaluated.

In the meantime, it is our intention

to get rid of drugs, prostitutes

and all other unsavory elements.

Hey, asshole, go fuck yourself.

We can't have different forces pulling

in all different directions.

The only way we can win

is if we work together.

Anyone with me raise your hands.

- What are you doing?

The junkies were out.

Out out out!

The drug dealers were out.

The hookers were out.

Anyone who didn't pay rent

was out.

Anyone give any shit...

...was out.

This is the New South Africa.

Everybody pays their way.

Fuck off.

I'm busy.

Just one dance. One dance.

Come on, Nomsa, you're drunk.

I don't get it.

Why didn't your lawyer appeal for clemency? You had grounds.

If it was me...

I was going to sue for wrongful imprisonment and damages.

After all, you're a hero of the struggle.

He's the lawyer I retained to represent us.

Do you think he's honest?

Not a chance. Hey, Lucas.

I'm sorry. A second.

This is Zakes Mbolelo, my partner.

So you grew up with Nazareth, eh? You must be proud of him

for the sacrifice he made for this country.

Good, 'cause you're not going to get any.

I fought for freedom so they can go to school.

You went into exile when things were tough.

You were in jail when we started our business.

That's the price of freedom.

I thought that was the price you paid for improper...

Who's doing the fucking dirty jobs around here?

Hey hey hey, gents.

More beers for everyone.

That's the last of it. We are broke now.

Enjoy, gents.

Yeah, because he's got more shit on it.

Hello.

Yes, this is Mr. Kunene and Mr. Mbolelo.

We are here for Mr. Santos Ribeiro.

Master, there are men to see you at the gate.

I won't let them in.

I'm Lucky Kunene. This is my associate Zakes Mbolelo.

What do you want?

We represent the Hillbrow People's Housing Trust.

I don't give money to hawkers.

We are not hawkers, Mr. Santos Ribeiro.

And we are certainly not looking for charity.

How do you know my name?

We are here to discuss Dunvista Mansions.

Dunvista Mansions?

What do I have to discuss with you?

If you'd actually bother to visit the building,

I think you'd be aware of the appalling condition it's in.

Why don't you mind your own business?

It is my business. I'm putting all of you slum landlords...

Don't "slum landlord" me.

That building was in perfect condition till there were 20 people

- living in a single flat. - You mean 20 black people.

Don't pull that race shit. I never said black people.

I want to know what you're up to.

We, the Hillbrow People's Housing Trust,

are collecting rent and holding it in trust

until this matter is resolved to our satisfaction.

Take my card.

When you've decided you're willing to talk, call.

What if he goes to the police?

Lucky, this is purely a civil matter.

There's no such thing as theft of fixed assets.

The police can't do nothing about it

unless the owner gets a court order.

And that will take him around a year or even more.

And all the time we are collecting rent.

Hallelujah, my brother.

With his income stream dried up

and no money to pay rates and utilities,

as expected, Mr. Santos Ribeiro phoned to negotiate.

My approach was simple.

String him along.

They're not coming.

We leave him hanging and the rent rolls in.

This is the only country in the world

where you have to take shit in 11 official languages.

So how does this happen?

These people...

- We'll start the bid at 100,000. - They come here.

They tell the residents to boycott the rent and the services.

When I default on the loan,

the building goes into liquidation.

- 81. - 81,000, I've got 81,000.

They step in, they buy it for a pittance.

- 81,000 sold to... - Mr. Lucas Sithole,

the representative of the Hillbrow People's Housing Trust.

- So what can you do? - Nothing.

No one will help us.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Now I've lost everything.

We all happy?

Urban renewal was desperately needed in Hillbrow,

which meant for the Hillbrow People's Housing Trust

things were looking up.

Once we had identified a potential building,

Sithole had a contact at the municipality

who furnished us with the landlord's information.

The Housing Trust would arrange a summary inspection

of the premises and immediately remove pests

and other vermin as necessary.

During community outreach,

tenants were incentivized to exercise

their democratic rights to give us their money.

In cases where a landlord would defy the will of the people,

a chief of conflict resolution was promptly appointed.

Studies of the nature of the dispute were made

and terms that would appeal

to the landlord's sensibilities were proposed.

We were taking back the streets,

one building after another

after another.

I looked around and what I saw was an empire

waiting to happen.

- Is this Mr. Kunene? - Yes.

I'm Loretta Dhamini from the "Sowetan" newspaper.

Is it possible to speak to you?

It's a smear campaign. I'm a legitimate businessman

providing shelter for the poor and disenfranchised.

I was told you controlled 20 high-rise buildings

in the Hillbrow and Joubert Park area.

I'm just in the business of making a better life for all.

The inhabitants of Hillbrow call you the African Robin Hood.

They say you're a champion of the poor;

that you take back land stolen from them by the whites.

I've done nothing illegal.

Then how did you acquire your alias, the Hoodlum of Hillbrow?

I don't know what you mean.

Have you ever used force to take over a building?

I think we've had enough violence here to last a lifetime.

I operate within the limits of the law.

Then why the smear campaign?

It suits them to demonize me.

Forget who they are.

People who'd like to see blacks back in the townships.

Yes!

Nice, nice!

- You need anything? - Fuck off, friend!

- Fuck!

What the fuck are you doing?

Watch where you're driving!

I'm looking for the Sands Hotel.

The Sands? Are you mad?

You shouldn't be here.

Lucky, forget it.

These white chicks are always shit scared of us darkies.

They're gonna kill him.

Kill who?

My brother Josh.

Who are they?

Tony Ngu.

He's a drug dealer. Josh owes him money.

Unlock the door. I'll come with you.

You're going to risk your life for this white bitch?

Drive.

Keep going straight.

Give me the money.

Stop right there.

Lock the doors.

Just let me come with you.

Lock the doors.

Here.

My number.

- Fuck off.

- Come in, brother. - I'm not your brother.

I've come for him.

You, fuck off. Go make some money.

He'd better be alive.

We just gave him Wellconal to calm him down.

He's very emotional, you know?

Hey, stay, smoke pipe.

On the house.

What's with you white people?

You have nice houses, smart cars,

fancy clothes and you still come here.

Why?

I guess when you're rich,

poverty seems glamorous.

It's got a certain charm.

We have a meeting scheduled with the residents' committee

concerning this unlawful occupation.

If you represent the people responsible for the shit state

of the building, do something. The lifts aren't working.

Yes, and every time we repair the lifts you vandalize them.

- We know you're behind this. - If you have a problem,

go to the police and lay a charge.

The Hillbrow police station is just around the corner.

You know full well the cops will tell us it's a civil case.

Then it'd be wise to take that advice and fuck off.

Grover Holdings owns this building. We have a right to speak...

The building was abandoned.

Huh-uh, this building is part of the urban regeneration scheme.

- Here are the papers. - I don't care!

The man asked you to leave.

Now take your papers and fuck off!

Two time!

You haven't heard the last of this.

Go.

They just shot them like dogs.

And I suppose no one saw anything.

Welcome to Hillbrow.

Relax. Take it easy.

Good.

More.

Huh-uh. Your money's no good here.

It's on the house.

And there's someone I would like you to meet.

Your profits are running in excess of a million rand a month.

Thanks. I'll check this today.

Mr. Kunene,

there were two policemen here yesterday.

They were asking me about you and your business.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

Just that your accounts were up to date and in order.

Thanks.

Lucky!

Hey, Ma.

- Lucky! - Shut the fuck up!

- What do you want? - Stand up.

All clear, Inspector Swart.

- Lucky Kunene. - Who are you?

Tell me, what do you do for a living, Mr. Kunene?

I drive a taxi.

Business must be good, eh?

People need transport.

Tell me, do all your passengers pay with 100-rand notes?

Buy yourself a cold drink. Jesus!

Hey, you leave Jesus Christ out of this.

My name's Blakkie Swart,

and I'll be your reckoning from now on.

You see, Mr. Kunene, we know who you are.

We know what you do.

We know where to find you.

So your days are numbered,

Mr. Kunene.

We're just too visible, Lucky.

The cops can't touch us in Hillbrow.

They're not Hillbrow cops.

If they were, we'd know about it.

Lucky Kunene.

Hi, it's Leah. I was just phoning to say thank you.

You gave me your number, so I hope you don't mind.

How's your brother?

He's gonna be fine. He's in rehab.

Good.

I was thinking about what you said about poverty.

Look, I didn't mean to offend anyone.

On the contrary. Why don't you meet me for lunch?

If you don't mind slumming it,

I know a really charming restaurant.

Look at all of them,

coming and going from church.

Hillbrow is like the new Jerusalem.

It's more like Sodom and Gomorrah.

How can you say that?

Hillbrow is the crime capital of the world.

It's just a place where poor black people

come to make a living.

Don't play the race card on me.

Old habits die hard.

You'd be surprised how effective it can be.

I can believe it.

What do you do?

I'm a nutritionist. I teach people how to eat properly.

What kind of people don't know how to eat?

All kinds of people. People who wanna lose weight.

So you teach fat people to be thin.

I run a clinic in Alex twice a week.

I deal with malnourished children.

I'll ask supermarkets to donate out-of-date food.

And I teach parents

what constitutes a balanced diet.

What do you do, Lucky?

I buy and develop property.

I run a non-profit housing trust.

Not everyone in Hillbrow is a criminal.

Lucky, thank you so much. Thank you.

I warned you not to do this.

I'm not paying for his bail.

Lock the bulldog up and throw away the key.

Fuck you. Fuck you!

Hey hey hey.

And fuck you too.

It's over between us. Over!

No, Lucky, I'm sorry. Lucky.

Lucky!

That was over too quickly.

I've got all night.

Look, drugs is looking for trouble.

I don't want to invite the cops to our party.

Lucky,

I thought you wanted to expand the business.

Since when are you scared of the cops?

Pay them off as usual.

And how exactly did you meet him?

Mutual acquaintance.

Lucky, he's clever.

Clever is a person who doesn't use drugs.

Clever is a person who sells drugs to you.

And drugs make you think you are the clever one.

If that's clever,

it's too clever for me.

Lucky, please, will you at least speak to him?

Lucky Kunene, come. Please sit.

Can I get you anything?

You wanted to speak to me?

It would seem that you and I, by default,

have become the Princes of Hillbrow.

And?

And our businesses

co-exist mostly peacefully.

Putting our past differences aside,

what I'm proposing is a symbiotic relation.

You want me to allow you to pimp and deal from my buildings.

Brother, I prefer to see it

as a free enterprise zone. We can all make serious money.

Just tell me this:

Why did you come here? I mean, to South Africa?

It's fine to hate us

while you all sit there on your asses

waiting for your entitlement from Mandela.

If you think he is going to come and part the Dead Sea

and lead you to a promised land, you are wrong, brother.

So you fucked up your own country.

Now you want to fuck up this place too.

I don't want to fuck anything.

I sell drugs. That is business.

They call us pushers, but I don't push.

It flies off the shelf.

Kunene, brother, wait.

This time next year may we be in Jerusalem.

- Amen. - Amen.

Bitter herbs...

To remind us in good times

of those less fortunate than ourselves.

So tell me, Lucky, what do you do for a living?

I'm a gangster.

Lucky, stop it.

I'm a property developer.

Lucky provides subeconomic housing to working-class people.

Oh!

Which in Hillbrow these days is like being a gangster.

Thank you, Betty.

Let me show you the conversion papers that I drew up.

Lucky, these papers are totally authentic.

I even borrowed the letterhead from a rival law firm.

You're late.

Traffic.

Don't happen again.

Vusi, how long to gain entry

and remove the razor wire?

10 minutes tops.

I got the name and the address of the owner

from my contact at the Jo'burg Metro.

Lucky.

Hey, Nazareth.

Relax, man. I'm focused.

Nazareth, check the streets.

Zakes.

Look at this shit.

The tenants can clean up.

Tell them first month is for free then.

Okay.

Hands up! Get your hands up!

What's the problem?

What do you want, a job?

Lucky Kunene.

Not so lucky today, huh, Lucky?

Lucky Kunene.

I'm arresting you for theft,

fraud, embezzlement, larceny,

racketeering and extortion.

Get him up.

Well, it is convenient for the government to blame Kunene.

The government has failed dismally

to provide the housing that they promised the people.

Look at downtown Jo'burg.

It's full of empty buildings.

And the landlords won't let them out to the poor people.

The black people.

And those buildings,

they make up a part of Kunene's housing projects.

Are you telling me that the government

is not turning a blind eye on this?

So why then is your client in jail?

Well, it's simple. Lucky Kunene does not lead.

He just follows.

My Lord, my client has been victimized

by corrupt and unscrupulous members of the former regime.

Be that as it may, the trial date is the 12th of October.

Bail is set at 10,000 rand.

I phoned the bank and told them you were coming to draw the cash.

Ask for a Mr. Duvall. He's the manager.

Us lbos,

we call ourselves the Jews of Nigeria.

Do you know why? Because we have suffered persecution.

That is why we're here.

But you, you guys,

you had it tougher.

They told us we were going to punish the whiteys.

We were going to take from them.

And in reality, nothing.

All I wanted is a house in Sandton

and a Mercedes convertible.

Congratulations, Mr. Kunene, on your new vehicle.

Now we are being demonized by this society.

They are calling us filthy, stinking, dirty Makorikori.

How do you think that makes me feel, Naz?

Pissed off.

Yes, just like you, brother.

Only I understand

how underappreciated you are.

And now Kunene's in shit with the cops.

And I have you to help me, my friend.

Do you know how much money we can make?

Millions every month,

cash.

But, Naz,

I need you to tell me everything.

Okay?

Everything.

- What's this? - It's yours.

- I can't take it. - Why not?

Because I just can't.

I've done nothing illegal.

What happened to being innocent until proven guilty?

So are you innocent?

Those charges will never stand up in court.

Watch where you're going. What the fuck are you doing here?

Hey, I'm talking to you. What the fuck are you doing here?

Who let this fucking skollie in here, huh?

Hey!

He's assaulting me! He's assaulting me!

You, you! You saw this man attack me.

Unprovoked.

I want to lay charges for assault.

You want to lay charges? You must be fucking joking.

Who do you think you are to lay a finger on me?

Hey, what is this? Apartheid policing?

You think just because I'm a black civilian

and you're a white cop, you have a right to assault me?

Hey, I'm Detective Modisane. What's going on here?

This man assaulted me.

- Did anyone see an assault? - Yes.

- He's a fucking skollie, man. - This is slander.

I have no criminal record.

This man has intimidated me and threatened me.

I want to lay charges.

Are you sure about this?

It's my democratic right.

He is being made a scapegoat, and we are here to support him.

- And you feel the same way? - Yes.

Your Honor, Mr. Kunene was identified at our offices.

Obviously this evidence has been tampered with.

The dates on the docket do not correspond with the arrest dates.

Your Honor, Inspector Swart is currently on suspension,

charged with assaulting my client with no provocation, nothing whatsoever.

- We are talking here about Mr. Kunene. - Your Honor.

- He has no criminal record. - I've had enough.

Case dismissed.

You know what the problem with South Africa is?

The bad guys go free and the good guys can't touch 'em.

But how did it come to this?

Look who's running the country.

These are guys we arrested. We put them in jail.

No wonder they think the criminal's the victim. It's our fault.

Who do you mean by "our" fault?

I mean us, the white cops,

from before.

That's a different story.

I'll tell you something about this fucker Kunene.

I'm gonna take him down.

Okay, the first one is four bedrooms, three bathrooms,

pool, sauna and a tennis court.

Have you told the estate agent I'm going to be moving

three families into every room and four into the garage?

Be nice, Lucky. Don't embarrass me.

I'm serious. We are going to turn it into a slum,

then buy the whole neighborhood at bargain basement prices.

Stop it.

Well, the owners emigrated to Australia

so they're motivated to sell.

Tony, it's Naz.

He's here.

No, not yet.

Okay, see you soon.

Nazareth's drug bust

and Ngu's covert expansion into all of the corners of my empire

was exactly the excuse Swart needed.

Arrests were made.

Occupants evicted.

Buildings were cleared

and those deemed unfit for habitation were condemned.

The situation is serious.

This is a messy financial loss to all of us.

Even more serious is that many of our other buildings

are equally overrun with drugs.

We start cleaning up first thing in the morning.

No no, let's clean the lifts.

Repair the doors and replace the locks.

Lucky Kunene.

Lucky, guess what. They accepted our offer.

- We got the house.

Good news. I'll call you later. Over here.

Kunene, we need to talk, brother.

You want to die?

This is unnecessary.

You're fucking with my livelihood.

And you are fucking with mine.

I know why you're angry. I pay reparation.

I'm a man of peace, brother.

You wanna taste this, huh?

You wanna taste this? Fuck off!

They encourage us to smoke.

But we're not even allowed a cup of coffee or tea

or chocolate.

Why not?

Caffeine.

Who ever heard of anyone dying of chocolate, right?

I don't know. Sounds like a good idea to me.

Be serious, Leah. How many people die of lung cancer and emphysema?

How does it feel?

- What? - Owning your own house.

Good.

How's it going, Josh?

I hear you've found Jesus.

No.

That was just the cold turkey talking.

What?

Do you want drugs?

- No. - Nobody, man.

You know, Josh,

I really like you.

You're like my brother from another mother.

Leah, you should eat something with this.

No, I'm not hungry, thanks.

When's Lucky gonna phone?

He said he'll call if he hears anything.

- Is your cell on? - Yeah.

Anything?

One by one.

We have a lot to lose.

There's something we need to talk about.

Trap!

Zakes!

Fuck!

Lucky.

I assume you have guns.

Hey gents.

How about dead meat?

You fuck around I'll kill him!

- Lucky! - Go back, I'm fine.

Kunene, please wait.

Wait.

Kunene, just wait. Let's just talk.

Let's work it out, brother. Come.

- What did you have in mind? - Anything.

Anything, Kunene.

Anything you want.

Can you bring Zakes back?

Hey!

Get down. Down!

- Cuff him! - Cuff him!

You're under arrest for murder.

What? You think this is funny, huh?

Your bank accounts are frozen. Your money's gone.

Let's see you try and quash this one, huh?

You'll never win this war.

Take him away.

500 police and soldiers took part

in a major raid in Hillbrow today.

591 illegal firearms were seized,

including 2,714 rounds of ammunition.

Police made 93 arrests for serious offenses,

including murder, rape and armed robbery.

Among those detained was notorious Hillbrow crime boss

and slumlord Lucky Kunene,

also known as the Hoodlum of Hillbrow.

I'm not ashamed.

Mama,

there's a lady.

Anna Marie Van Rensberg.

She'll be in touch.

There's money to look after you.

Never.

"If I forget you, O Jerusalem,

May my right hand forget its skill.

May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth

If I do not remember you,

If I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.

'Tear it down,' they cried.

'Tear it down to its foundations.' "

Hello.

It's me.

Hi, Lucky, how are you?

I'm okay. And you?

Not so good.

We just buried Josh.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there.

Will you come visit me?

No, no I can't.

Okay then.

Please do me one favor.

What is it?

If it's true that man learns through pain,

I would have known this couldn't last.

Nothing ever does.

We have to stop now. I'm not feeling well.

I'm Mr. Kunene's lawyer.

What the hell is going on here?

My client is fighting for his life and you have him chained like a dog.

I'm going to file charges. What is your name, Constable?

I'm sorry. Have I come at a bad time?

No no, come in. Come in.

I need a witness.

I'm just going to leave this here, Officer.

Please see to it that he gets it.

Yeah yeah, of course. Sure, ma'am. Yeah sure.

If anything happens to him, darkie...

Fucked up cops. Shit!

We were supposed to be informed immediately if he had to be moved.

I'll have to look into what went wrong.

- Who's on guard duty? - Sibiya.

Well, where is he?

They say behind every fortune is a crime.

The greater the fortune,

the greater the crime.

But I don't know about that.

It seems the only people who say that

probably never made one.

What's important in life is to set goals

and go after them.

Who knows?

I might even talk Leah into moving to the coast

after I've moved into a building,

or six.

After every revolution comes a new order.

But before that

comes opportunity.

After all,

wasn't it PW Botha who said,

"Adapt or die"?