Original subtitles

(door opening/closing)

(Damien) Sorry I'm late, brother.

Had shit to do.

So, you wanted to see me. What's up?

I want to discuss our situation going forward.

You know I'm grateful for everything you've done.

You helped me save my shop when things were in a bad way,

and I appreciate it, brother.

But my debt...

it's been repaid now.

-Has it? Who's been counting? -I am, Damien.

(Neville) Listen, our business together...

it's done.

How far do we go back, Neville? Hm?

-This isn't about that? -What's it about?

I just wanna get back to my old life. Make things simpler again.

I hear you.

But this thing we've got going, it's been good for both of us, no?

And you're my best driver.

Key player now. You'll understand I don't want to lose you.

-Damien-- -Just hear me out.

You keep on driving, and whatever you make, you keep.

(suspense music)

Put your money away for a rainy day

when your shop goes into trouble again.

-Damien, you're not listening. -It's a fair deal.

I'm not fucking driving for you anymore.

This shit you do...

selling drugs to kids, young kids, man...

Murder. It's-- it's wrong, man. It's evil. I...

I don't want any part of it anymore.

(Damien) You wanna stop? Fine.

But I was hoping you would... help me with one more job.

-Damien-- -One last job.

Do this, and we're done.

You have my word.

-(Kayla) You promised it was over. -(Neville) It will be after this one.

(Kayla) No, no, no! I don't want you to.

(Neville) Kayla, please, I don't have a choice.

(suspense music)

(Neville) It's going to be okay.

(Ethan) You're not eating supper with us, Daddy?

Um... not tonight. I have to work late at the shop.

(sighing)

You make sure you do your homework, okay?

Look after your brother.

See you boys in the morning.

(Ethan sighing)

(door opening)

(door closing)

-(tyres screeching) -(gun firing)

(knocking on door)

(sombre music over speakers)

(rap music over speakers)

(indistinct chatter in distance)

(suspense music)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(wires crackling)

(car engine starting)

-(car engine revving) -(tyres screeching)

-(Damien) Hey! -(car engine revving)

(cars hooting)

(Damien) Ethan, right?

(dramatic music)

So, I'll assume you know who I am.

And that you knew it was my car.

So, why did you steal it?

I wanted to get your attention.

Well, you've got it. What do you want?

A job.

A job?

I can drive just like my daddy.

And I know he worked for you.

Did he tell you that? That he worked for me?

No. But I heard him say your name.

So, what else do you know about me?

That you were friends. You guys grew up together.

That he came to you for money when his shop was in trouble.

You know so much...

You know he was driving a job for me the day he died?

(ambient sound fading)

Then why the fuck do you wanna work for me?

Because we've got no food in the house.

We haven't paid the rent.

Soon we won't have a place to live.

-And what about your ma? She works. -(banging on door)

Relax, Ethan. What you doing here? Hey!

(sniffing) Kayla...

-Ethan, get the fuck out of my room! -(door locking)

-Kayla! -(banging on door)

Both of you come out of here, man. Hey!

(Ethan) Ma?

-Baby... -(ominous music)

My daddy taught me everything he knew. I can drive just like him.

Neither are you.

You understand what we've got here is serious business?

I'm not scared.

You sure?

Because it's not just a job, it's a life.

A family.

You can't just get to walk away from it.

So, I'll ask you again...

-Are you sure you wanna work for me? -(chains rattling)

(panting) Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God...

I killed that man! I killed that man! He's dead.

He's dead. He's dead--

(Ethan) Ma, calm down for me, please.

-Look at me... -(Kayla hyperventilating)

-We're okay. Everything's okay! Okay? -Okay. Okay. Okay.

-But we need to get Byron. -What?

-They know where we live. -Fuck!

They know where we live. (panting)

(crying) They know where we live.

-It's okay, Ma. It's okay. It's okay. -(Kayla sobbing)

Just breathe. Just breathe.

(ominous music)

(Vernon sniffing)

(ominous music)

-(Kayla) Byron? Byron? -Byron!

-(Kayla) Byron! -Byron!

-(Kayla) Byron, where are you? -Byron!

-(Kayla) Byron! -(Byron) Mommy!

Hey, boy, are you okay? Ma, go clean yourself!

Go clean yourself up, Ma! I'll pack some stuff.

-(ominous music) -(panting)

(vehicle approaching)

Ma, we have to go now!

We're not gonna make it.

Samantha, please open up fast.

(Samantha) It's the middle of the night!

-What the hell is going on? -(men speaking indistinctly)

Kayla? Why is there blood on you, Kayla?

If something happened, you must go to the police.

No police. Please. We'll leave now, okay? (panting)

(Samantha) Kayla...

(Kayla whimpering)

Guys...

(suspense music)

(Ethan grunting)

-Shit! -(car engine starting)

-(indistinct shouting) -(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(Kayla shrieking)

(petrol dripping)

Elton and me, we weren't together or anything like that.

-Then why were you together? -It's complicated.

We were doing something to make extra money

so I could take care of you and Byron.

Be a good mother for once.

When I got the promotion, I told Elton we had to stop.

He was using again and he got angry.

So, he told the people to come and get the money by me.

That's why they came to our home.

Why all this happened.

But I never used, Ethan. I swear.

I believe you.

(engine sputtering/dying)

(Kayla) What's wrong?

(car starter turning)

-What's wrong? -(Ethan) We ran out of gas.

(handbrake engaging)

Come, we'll have to walk.

-(Kayla) Byron, Byron wake up. -(Byron) Hm?

-Hm. -(Kayla) Wake up.

(door opening/closing)

(door closing)

(nocturnal sounds)

-Ma? -Yeah?

Over there. Come.

(door rattling)

We can rest here for a few hours, and then leave the first thing.

I'll get us another car, then we just keep going.

-Going where? -(sighing) I don't know.

Just far from The Hills.

-We don't have any money. -We'll figure it out, Ma.

You need to change that.

Put this on.

(Kayla) Ethan...

What those men said earlier about you being involved with Kleintjie...

It is true?

(Ethan) There was nothing I could do.

Get some rest.

(swallowing heavily)

-(upbeat music over speakers) -(gambling machines jingling)

Figured I'd find you here.

I figured this was the one place you wouldn't enter.

You played your hand, it didn't work out. There's nothing more to say.

You're getting to leave with your reputation intact.

One of these days, you're gonna thank--

My "reputation"?

What is that?

(sighing) All these years I only landed the small players.

Not a Santi. (inhaling sharply) No Booysens.

No one that really matters.

Even if you had... it wouldn't have brought her back, Nazeem.

Look, you're a decent man, and you are a good cop.

That's why I've always tried to protect you.

But now I need you to take my advice.

You've got less than a month to go.

-Just ride it out. -(sighing)

Lowkey.

(birds calling)

-Shit. Ma... -(Kayla) Mm?

Ma, we have to get going. Come, we have to get going.

(Ethan/Kayla groaning)

Come.

(shushing)

(Ethan whispering) Go back. Go.

-(barn door opening) -(Ethan shushing softly)

(footsteps approaching)

(barn door closing)

(Ethan) Come, let's go.

Uh, we're sorry, sir, we didn't mean any harm.

Last night, the taxi um... It-- it broke down.

We just needed a place to stay. Sorry, sir, we didn't take anything.

Sorry for trespassing, sir.

-Where are you headed to? -(Ethan) To town, to catch a bus.

-I'll take you. -No, it's fine, sir. We'll walk.

No, it's miles from here.

(door squeaking)

I'm not letting a mother and a small child walk all that way.

Surely you must be hungry too.

Let me fix you something to eat and then I'll take you.

(door opening)

-(farmer) Straight from the hen. -(door closing)

Nothing like fresh.

Freshly laid eggs.

So, how do you like them? Scrambled okay?

That's fine, thank you.

This is really nice of you, sir.

That's alright. You're not the first strays to wash up on my property.

Lucky you ended up here.

If you ended up one over, Jan-Hendrik would just have shot you.

(egg cracking)

(whisk beating)

(dramatic music)

So, where are you from?

-(Byron) Cape Town, Rockhill. -Mm?

You're a long way from home then.

And where are you heading to?

-We're headed up to Joburg. -Oh, even further from home.

You must not like Cape Town very much.

(vehicle approaching)

-(vehicle stopping) -That's... my workers. They're late.

Let me just go shout at them.

(suspense music)

-(door closing) -(lock turning)

(Kayla) What's wrong?

-(doorhandle rattling) -Shit!

Ethan? Ethan?

(Ethan) Shit!

Fuck! Shit!

He called the cops! Come, we have to go!

-Shit! -(Byron) What's happening?

You have to listen to me! We're gonna get arrested.

-What? -You just listen to me!

Whatever happens, don't say anything!

Don't say anything until we get a lawyer! Do you understand me?

-(door unlocking) -Say you understand me!

(indistinct chatter)

-(gate squeaking) -(car door closing)

(car alarm chirping)

(sighing)

(Sophie fussing)

(knocking on gate)

(footsteps approaching)

Hi, is Shane here? I'm his friend, Amber.

Sure. Come in.

(sighing) Shane, you have a visitor.

(scoffing) I don't know about that, uncle.

(chuckling)

Shane, I wanted your advice on my suspension.

We spoke about it, remember?

(stammering) Oh, yes. We can talk in my room. Yeah.

-Have you heard about Ethan? -Not since last night. Why?

After you guys left my place, he got a random call about his mom.

He was upset and he just left.

Did he say what was up?

I tried to phone him, text him, nothing.

-I have a feeling something's wrong. -(Shane) Shit.

-Amber, can you wait outside, please? -Dad, we were just talking.

Amber, now. Please.

See you, Shane.

You've been hanging out with Ethan, and I told you to stay away from him!

I know Daddy, but just listen.

Amber seems to think there might be something's wrong.

-He's not answering his phone. -Maybe his phone is off.

-That means nothing. -Daddy, he's my friend!

Whatever that boy is involved with is not your problem!

You disobeyed me. You're grounded.

-What? -I don't want you leaving this house.

Understand? Do you understand me?

Yes, Daddy.

(clicking tongue)

(sighing)

Nazeem, what are you doing?

(doorbell chiming)

It's crystal. You need to bubble wrap it. Please.

(sighing)

(chuckling) Phumeza, it's so nice to see you.

-Hi, Claire. Is Nazeem here? -Yeah, he's inside.

-You coming in for a coffee? -Sorry, not this time.

I'm in a bit of a rush. But maybe before you leave?

-Sure. -alright.

Let me go get him for you.

-Thank you. -Uh, Nazeem, Phumeza's here.

-What's up? -Not sure if you wanna

hear this or not. But I got a call from the Worcester station.

They're holding Ethan Williams, along with his mother and brother.

What are they doing out there?

They were found trespassing on a farm,

so they were handed over to the local cops.

Apparently, the mother's shirt was covered with blood.

But also, there was a car found nearby. Rear side shot up.

Registered under Lester Nortje.

-No shit? -Yeah.

There's a rumour going around that he was killed last night.

So I sent a few uniforms to go check out his place, but...

Vernon won't speak to us.

Figured since you have a week left on the clock, you had the right to know.

That boy is not my problem anymore.

Alright. I'll let them know.

(ominous music)

He won't be coming.

(Nazeem) Worcester is about an hour and a half, right?

Give or take.

(Nazeem) Fuck it. Let's go for a ride.

(officer) When we ran the kid's ID,

and noticed that he links to a open of yours. Why we called you.

-We appreciate that. -What were you looking at him for?

A long story. They say anything yet?

Nothing. The boy and the mother wants to see a lawyer first.

Getting a lawyer all the way out here usually takes a day or two.

Got the boy in there, and the mother in there.

We'll take it from here. Thank you.

-Be out front if you need me. -(Phumeza) Thank you.

I say we speak to Ethan first.

(sighing) Nah, let's see what the mother has to say for herself.

Alright.

We understand that you are refusing to provide a statement

before meeting with a lawyer.

(exhaling heavily) I'll talk, then.

We have you and your son breaking and entering on a private property,

where a shirt belonging to you was found covered in blood.

After an inspection,

it was determined that there are no major abrasions or cuts on you,

which leaves us to believe that the blood is not yours.

We're running some tests now to confirm that.

We also found a car abandoned on the N1,

close to the place that you were found.

Registered to Lester Nortje,

a gangster from the east of Rockhill.

Who, as it turns out...

is rumoured to have been killed last night.

I don't have to tell you that this is not looking good for you.

(sighing heavily) By refusing to talk

you're giving the impression that you're unwilling to cooperate,

something that courts frown upon.

And not a good look given your son's recent record.

If you've done nothing wrong,

you need to get your version of the events out there.

Then the law will be on your side, Mrs Williams.

Now, I know you're frightened,

and that your family has a history with the police.

But you really need to think what's best for your children.

Because from what we can tell, you really didn't have much of a plan.

Because even if, and it's unlikely, you are cleared of this,

the man who died last night?

His brother will come for you.

And eventually, he will find you.

You will need protection and we can provide that.

Do you understand what I'm telling you?

What...

What do you want from me in return?

Just an honest statement.

Tell us everything that happened.

We have an ongoing investigation into Vernon Nortje.

Might help that, and if not, we'll still honour our part of the deal.

(dramatic music)

Despite what your son may or may not have told you...

this is the only way to keep your family safe, Mrs Williams.

(Nazeem sighing)

Self-defence? You think she's telling the truth?

Real shit luck.

Why did you tell her that we have an ongoing investigation on Vernon?

She needed to believe that her statement had some purpose

to tell us the truth.

And now that she has, we have a real opportunity.

-An opportunity for what? -To finally take Santi down.

But to do that you have to see Ethan Williams for who he really is.

Someone who had a chance to help us, but chose a violent murderer instead.

We still don't know what his motives are.

We do know that Santi is out there...

walking around like he's untouchable. And he won't stop.

Now, I know your gut is telling you

to give this boy the benefit of the doubt,

but if you want my job...

there's no time for sitting on the fence.

You're gonna have to choose sides.

Justice doesn't come clean, Phumeza.

And now we have a chance to give to those people. Can we do that?

Yeah.

-(cell door unlocking) -(ominous music)

(officer) Williams, let's go.

(Ethan) Where are you taking me?

Where's my family? I wanna see them!

(Nazeem) We'll drop the van first thing.

(van doors closing)

-Ethan? Where are you talking my son? -(Ethan) Ma?

This is not what we discussed! Where are you taking my son?

Why are you separating us? Where are you taking me?

Don't worry about your mother and brother,

-they're going to a safehouse. -Why am I not going with them?

Get in. I'll explain in the car.

-I'm not going anywhere. -I said I'll explain in the car.

Not until I know what this is!

Listen to me, you're gonna get in that car and do what I say.

Because if you don't, maybe it turns out your mother killing Lester Nortje

wasn't self-defence after all.

Maybe it's murder.

Maybe your junkie mother owed money for drugs.

Rather than pay the dealer, maybe you two killed him.

That's a lie. That's not how it happened.

I can make it look however the fuck I want.

Sad thing is, your little brother...

he's got he's got his own life sentence

growing up in social services.

You think Rockhill is shit?

-Why are you doing this? -Why?

Because you're gonna go back to Damien.

I don't give a shit if you think you're out. You find a way back in!

And this time, you're gonna bring me something I can use.

(Ethan grunting/coughing)

Shouldn't have fucked with me, boy.

(rap music)

You good?

-Mm. Let's go. -(car engine starting)

(car engine starting)

(Nazeem) Hands... Well, you can keep it on if you prefer.

(Ethan) Ow!

(sighing)

Charged it for you.

My number's on there.

I'll be expecting your call.

If anything happens to my mother and brother...

What? What are you gonna do?

Fuck off before someone sees us together.

(rap music)

(rap music over speakers)

(door opening)

Something you wanna say?

Nope.

Shit!

-(suspense music) -Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

-Fuck! (breathing heavily) -(cellphone vibrating)

-Shane. -Jesus, Ethan,

I've been trying to get a hold of you all day. We all have.

I know. I'm sorry.

What's happening?

Hello? Ethan?

(sighing) Look, Shane, I don't want you calling me anymore.

What?

I won't be able to be your driver anymore, either.

Shane, don't call me again, okay?

(sighing heavily)

What did I say about leaving the house?

Well, technically I didn't leave, Daddy. I'm still in the backyard.

What are you doing here anyways?

Stripping it. Seeing as though we can't drive it anymore.

Inside. Grounded means grounded.

(keypad clicking)

(indistinct chatter)

-(indistinct chatter) -(fast-paced rap music)

(indistinct shouting)

(fast-paced rap music)

I need to talk to Damien.

Please tell him I need to see him,

It's about Vernon and Lester.

(birds chirping)

(Phumeza) You can come this way.

-(keys jingling) -(floorboards creaking)

Um, here are a few things that

maybe you might-- you might need.

And here's a little something for you.

We won't need that.

(footsteps approaching)

-(Phumeza) Mrs Williams-- -You and your partner lied to me!

That the kind of cops you are?

It's been a long day, ma'am.

You should take some time, clean up, and I'll get some food delivered.

Not until you tell me where my son is.

Like I've said, I can't give you any more details,

other than the fact that he's assisting us with a matter.

He's 17.

(scoffing) What could he possibly be assisting you with?

You know my history, right?

So you know Ethan was left to fend for himself and his brother.

Not something I'm proud of, ma'am.

Do you remember what is was like to be 17?

How scary and confusing the world was?

Now, put yourself in Ethan's position.

All of the people that was supposed to love you and show you the way...

failed you.

Can you really blame him for putting his trust in the wrong people?

Whatever you're using him for, he's still a child.

But you're not.

You should know better.

-(suspense music) -(footsteps departing)

But tell me again, the whole story. I want to hear every--

Like I said, my mother's ex called, said she was in trouble.

I went to go get her. But Vernon and Lester were there.

They recognised me from the night with Kleintjie.

Lester took us to some field. He was gonna kill us.

But then my mom got a hold of his gun and...

Then she killed him.

And after that?

We went to go get Byron and hid out by my neighbour's flat.

-(Damien) Which neighbour? -Samantha.

-(Damien) You stayed there all night? -Then I came here.

So, where are they now? Kayla and Byron.

(Ethan) Still by Samantha.

She said they can stay for a couple of nights.

Of all places, why come back here?

(Ethan) You were the only person who could help me.

But you could've gone to the cops.

I don't trust them.

(Damien) Why would you trust me?

(Ethan) They must've seen me come this way.

-(gun cocking) -Stay put.

(suspense music)

Boss...

(suspense music)

(men jeering)

-(men jeering) -(car engines starting)

(indistinct chatter)

(Hercules groaning)

(all agreeing)

(water running)

(Hercules groaning)

(sighing)

(sighing)

(groaning)

(sniffing)

-(Johnny) David! -(ominous music)

Hey, David!

(laboured breathing)

(screaming) Ow! Fuck!

(screaming) Fuck...

(whimpering)

(grunting)

(whimpering)

(ominous music)

(Jenny) Hey. Sorry for the bed, it hasn't been used in a while.

No, it's okay. Thank you, Jenny.

-Please, I can do this. -No, it's fine, I got this.

I appreciate a boy with good manners.

It's a rare find these days. (chuckling)

-Thank you again for letting me stay. -It's no problem.

I just, um, hope everything is okay?

(Damien) Everything is fine.

Sophie needs changing.

Okay.

There's a clean towel in the bathroom.

Clean up. We're gonna have supper soon.

(indistinct chatter over TV)

(cellphone line trilling)

(Gary chuckling)

-(Trevor) Has he called yet? -(Amber) Yeah, this is him now.

(cellphone vibrating)

Shane?

-You all there? -(Amber) Have you heard from him yet?

Yeah, I got through a bit for, like, just a second.

And? What did he say?

Not much. He didn't want to talk. And then he blocked my number.

I think you were right about Ethan being in some kind of trouble.

I mean, what are we supposed to do if he won't even take our calls?

-Maybe we should just leave him. -(Amber) No! We need to find him.

Have any of you ever been to his house?

Nah, he always came to us. I have no idea where he stays.

Maybe he could be able to pull an address.

Yeah, Jackie, do that. It's our only option.

(Jenny) Wow, I'm full already. I had a late lunch.

I hope the pasta is nice. I was worried I cooked it too long.

(Damien) It's good.

It's nice to have you over again, Ethan. Feels like it's been forever.

So, what have you been up to?

I've just been... busy.

(doorbell chiming)

-Sophie's gotten so big now. -(chuckling)

(ominous music)

Sent one of my boys to check on your mother and brother.

You know, make sure they're safe.

Only thing is, they're not at their neighbour's.

Time to talk, kid.

Nazeem has them.

But you knew that already.

Since the moment you came back.

Smart move you did...

forcing my hand with Vernon like that.

If you already knew, why did you protect me?

What does Nazeem want?

He wants you.

Says if I don't give you up,

he's gonna charge my mom with Lester's murder.

Me too.

-Damien, I'm really s-- -Get hold of him.

Tell him you wanna meet tonight.

-Damien, if anything happens to him-- -Now, Ethan.