Original subtitles

-Let's go, he's waiting. -I'm not going.

-Eben, please. -This is Pa's debt.

Piet's gonna scare the living k** out of Van As.

He's not gonna f*** with us ever again.

-B******, Piet, what the f***? -Eugene wasn't there.

(Rosie) What is going on between you and Mr Dolly?

(Lucy) Gus is my friend.

(Rosie) He's not supposed to be your friend, Lucy, he's your teacher.

You get your old man to come out of hiding,

or I am gonna crush every Greyling in Desert Rose.

-(Rosie) We really need to find Pa. -(Piet) You won't find him.

-I have to. -(Piet) He's gone.

(Rosie) I heard Pa's voice on the phone today. He's not dead yet.

(Jana) Piet! Piet! Piet! Van As is in the house!

(Eugene) Rosanna, I'm in the middle of something.

(Rosie) There's something I need to tell you.

Something that I've kept from you for a very long time.

(Willy) Rosie.

Pa?

(dramatic music)

-(truck hooting) -(Rosie gasping)

(birds chirping)

(rooster crowing)

(suspense music)

(light-hearted guitar instrumental)

(loud moaning)

(Jana chuckling/sighing)

(light-hearted guitar music)

(sniffing)

-(shower running) -(Jana groaning)

-(cellphone ringing) -(Jana groaning)

-Hello? -(Woman over cellphone) Hello?

-(Jana) What? Who's this? -(Woman) Who the f*** are you?

Where's Anton?

Who's this?

-(sighing) -(Woman) You still there?

-Ja, I'm still here. -(Woman) B****!

(cellphone disconnecting)

-(Anton) Jana? -Ja?

(Anton) Who was that?

Your wife.

(sighing)

-(Freddy singing in Afrikaans) -(audience cheering)

Thank you. Thanks, Pieter.

(Jimmy) Jimmy Hendricks. That's me. I've never seen a country man

connect with the locals like you do, Fingers. We should go on the road.

-On the road? -Ja.

Three month tour up and down Namaqualand,

from Port Nolloth to Hondeklip Bay, from Kleinsee to Garies.

Dude, I got a family.

We can make half a bar, split down the middle.

-Remember Errol Plaatjies? -Of course.

-Electric Errol. -Well, Errol died a pauper.

His family destitute. No one remembers Errol anymore.

Hell, nobody remembers anyone, no one leaves Namaqualand, that's why.

Dream big, Freddy. I, can make you a star.

You've got 500k, I want 10k tonight, then we talk.

You got it.

Deal.

(Freddy urinating)

-(knocking on door) -(Thorne) Freddy Fingers?

-F***ing good show man. -Thanks, pal.

Brilliant. My name is Thorne, I'm in real estate.

-Thorne, I'm taking a piss. -Ja, I see that, man.

I've been tracking your success.

It's brilliant to check one of our own people do so well out there, man.

-Brilliant. -Thank you.

I want to talk to you about your father's place in Desert Rose.

It's back up for sale.

So?

So, I've done my research, I know your people are from there.

-They're buried in that soil. -Ja.

My Pa gambled that whole f***ing thing away.

-So, us Greylings, we've moved on. -That's your home, Freddy.

And there's a seller there that wants to let it go.

For a bargain, chop-chop.

Now, Thorne, why the f*** would I want to buy a piece of land

-in the desert? -Soccer World Cup.

Everybody wants a piece of this country, man. This is our time.

This is the year that our fortunes change.

I need you to see this place.

(light-hearted country music)

(Ilse) Freddy. Like, you grew up here? It's beautiful, man.

Oh, Freddy.

(laughing) J****, Freddy, it's your windmill.

It's a windmill. So exciting.

Ah, man.

(Freddy) And there it is. Oh, my G**.

-(Ilse) Oh, Freddy... -(Freddy) Hm?

(Ilse) It's beautiful.

-(Ilse) Oh. -(indistinct chatter)

(Rosie) Open up.

(Rosie) One, two, three. Whoo!

(Eben) Come.

Wow. (indistinct chatter)

(Ilse) Frederik, wow.

(Freddy) It's a little bit overwhelming, I have to say.

-We can make it work. -Ja.

All it needs is a lick of paint.

I love it, Frederik.

Do you really wanna live in your childhood home?

Ilse...

we never should've left. Simple.

You remember Errol Plaatjies?

-Errol? No. -Electric Errol

-and the Space Cadets? -My memory is foggy, Freddy.

Ja, maybe that's what...

You see, I never want to end up forgotten.

It's never gonna happen.

You, my husband, are Freddy Fingers Greyling.

I love the way you pronounce your "F's".

You bloody devil.

Hm.

-(birds chirping) -(insects humming)

(ringing over laptop)

(laptop chiming)

(mouse clicking)

F***!

(light-hearted music)

(Jana) Uh.. I'll just let myself out.

Cheers.

Good morning, Cornelius.

(light-hearted music)

(cellphone ringing)

Eugene, sorry I missed our fishing trip, it won't happen again.

(Eugene over cellphone) Eben, listen where's Rosie?

Rosie? I don't know, in the house.

-(Eugene) You've seen her? -No.

(Eugene) She called me late last night, something was wrong.

(stammering) She's just a.. a bit stressed out with everything

-going on right now. -(Eugene) I wanna speak to her, Eben.

-Okay, I'll tell her. -(cellphone disconnecting)

(birds chirping)

(Patti) You look good in blue.

Hm. A letter, I'll post it. I've got time.

No, no, no, no. I've got it. Thank you.

-What is it? -Nothing, school business.

Okay.

-Love you, Scruffy. -Love you.

I was thinking, maybe we could cook supper together tonight?

We'll see.

-Bye. -Oh...

don't let Rosie push you around.

I won't. (chuckling)

(slow-paced dramatic music)

(slow-paced dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(Williams clearing throat)

-(Lucy) What? -Could you please come here?

-(Lucy) Why? -They make me nervous.

It's safe if you know how to handle them.

(chuckling)

I'm Captain Denver Williams.

I replaced Barend Els when he retired.

You are a Greyling?

-Ja. -Is your Pa here?

-I don't have a Pa. -Oh.

-Well, who lives here? -My aunty, uncle, ma and Piet.

-Piet? -Farm manager.

-Your Ma's name? -Rosanna.

Rosanna Greyling's your mother?

Last time I checked, ja.

-She left here last night? -Ja.

-Where did she go? -I don't know, for a drive.

Why?

So many questions, do I need a lawyer?

Is there no one else here?

Uncle Eben. He's in the trailer, I'll show you.

(stammering) No, no, no, no, that's okay, I'll...

I need to talk to him privately.

(sheep bleating)

(sombre music)

(Eben crying)

N7?

(Williams) Ja.

(Eben) Which direction?

(Williams) The truck driver says she was heading toward Springbok.

Would you go with me to the crash site?

-J.. J... -(high pitched ringing)

(panting)

Jana. Jana!

(Jana) Hey. Urgh, Eugene was here last night, he obviously didn't...

What's the matter, what's wrong?

Where was Rosie driving to last night?

Port Nolloth. To find Pa.

Why?

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. -Nee.

Really, Eben? Nee. Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee.

Nee! Nee!

(melancholic music)

(seagulls cawing)

(cellphone ringing)

That creep, Van As, came into my house last night

and kept going on about some f***ing debt. I didn't...

Jana? Are you there?

(melancholic music)

-(school bell ringing) -(indistinct chatter)

-(Marge) Morning, Mr Dolly. -(Gus) Morning, Marge.

Morning. Rosie's not here yet, won't you take a seat?

Thanks.

(telephone ringing)

(suspense music)

Marge?

-Marge. -It's Rosie.

-(crying) -What happened?

Listen, Eugene, I'm not asking for permission.

I'm letting you know as a courtesy.

I've gotta do this thing, so it's gonna get done.

Ja, and I'm telling you as a courtesy,

-you're gonna have trouble. -Bruno Vasquez keeps coming up short.

How much longer are we gonna let him disrespect us?

There are better ways to handle things.

It makes me look weak.

Look, you came here to see if I'd be cool with it. There's your answer.

Okay, Eugene, send my regards to Suzanne. How is Suzanne anyway?

Hey? Not well, we had a break in at the house yesterday.

Jeez, are you serious, Eugene? Did they take anything?

No. Except Suzanne, they took Suzanne.

-Like kidnap? -Yeah, just for an hour or so.

Flip' and I know who did it. They're sending a message.

-F***ers, did you call the cops? -What are they gonna do?

-Investigate. -I told you, I know who did it.

Okay, sorry to add to your stress, Eugene.

Hey! Bertis, Bertus, whatever.

Listen, just...

I'd be inclined to be more lenient

if you just took care of something for me in Desert Rose.

Desert Rose? What business have you got out there?

This guy I know from back in the day, Freddy Greyling.

Who? Fingers?

-I heard he kicked the bucket. -No, he's around.

-Where? -That's why I need you, Bertus.

But it's impossible to find anybody out there, Eugene.

Listen, Freddy's got a farmhouse, okay, outskirts of Desert Rose.

His family live there.

The youngest is his granddaughter, her name's Lucy. Okay?

15, 16 year old, crazy f***ing little wildcat.

I want you to get her for me.

(dramatic music)

-Get her? -Ja.

Take her to my cabin at the Orange River,

you keep her safe until I get hold of you.

-What are you gonna do to her? -Nothing, why do you care?

-I've got a boy of my own, you know? -(sighing)

-Another van Rooyen? J****. -Ja.

-Chip off the old stump. -Block.

-The what? -Block.

Look, is it gonna be a problem, Bertus?

No.

-The Orange? -Ja, Bertus.

Why?

Because that is gonna force Freddy out of his hidey-hole.

(slow-paced dramatic music)

I'm so sorry.

I want to go to school.

Love, you don't have to.

I want to, please, there's someone I have to see.

A friend.

Okay.

(sombre music)

So, tyre tracks show she swerved across the road,

ended up on the wrong side. Truck didn't have time to react.

-Do you think she did it on purpose? -Maybe.

(Layla) Why?

(Williams) Who knows why people do these things?

(Layla) Ja, you never really know people, hey.

(Williams) They say the father was a bad apple,

bad apples don't fall far from the tree.

Shame, man, it's terrible.

How's Junior?

-Loved your koeksisters. -He did?

Everyone loves your koeksisters, Layla.

Sweetest in Namaqua.

You are such a charmer.

-(sombre music) -(indistinct chatter)

Good, man.

Hey.

(slow-paced dramatic music)

(Freddy) So, it's not only a story about whale hunting,

there are many, many references in the book about.. sexuality.

Although, it's not really a story about women, is it?

But consider, if you will, a line,

like when Queequeg sits up in bed next to Ishmael.

-Now Mellville writes... -(Ilse chuckling) Hello.

-(Freddy) Hey, hey. -Hello.

-(indistinct whispering) -No, I don't wanna go.

I don't wanna go.

-(dramatic music) -(children laughing)

-(school bell ringing) -(indistinct chatter)

(laptop chiming)

-(sheep bleating) -(insects buzzing)

(Eben panting)

(screaming)

(Gus) There we go.

-Oh. -(whistle blowing)

(Gus) That's it for today, girls.

(indistinct chatter)

-Hi. -Hi, Lucy.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

You should've stayed with your family.

I wanted to see you.

Why?

Because you're my friend.

Lucy, that's not how it works.

I'm your teacher. We can't be friends.

-Do you understand? -Okay.

Okay, good.

-If there's anything I can do to-- -Can I get a lift home?

That's not what I meant.

-Wow, okay, thanks, Gus. -Okay, hey. Don't...

Sure. Why not?

Come.

-(light-hearted music over radio) -

-(gasping) Ice cream! -What, no, no.

-Oh, please, Gus. -No, Lucy, straight home.

-I'm serious. -Why?

If you're not back soon, your family will start to worry.

They have enough to worry about.

-Well, I don't have enough money. -(scoffing)

Please, come on, Gus, you live in the posh areas. La-di-da.

That's my brother, not me.

He bought a house with a Jacuzzi.

-(scoffing) Waste of water. -Snap.

Hey?

That's what I said when Patti told me.

Alright.

-Oh, fudge. -Oh, wait, let me help you.

(dramatic music)

Lucy.

I know today is the worst day of your whole life,

-but that is not appropriate. -Am I a good kisser?

-Did you hear what I said? -Am I?

-No. -No?

(dramatic music)

(Lucy clearing throat) Goodbye, Mr Dolly.

-(Ishara) Hey, are you okay? -Ja.

-Who's that? -Mr Dolly.

-Who's Mr Dolly? -My netball coach.

That's nice of him to give you a ride.

Ja. Homework.

-You don't have to. -I want to.

(cellphone ringing)

-(Ishara) Jana? -(footsteps approaching)

-(Ishara) Jana. -Ishara.

(Gus) The world is full of pain and heartache.

All I'm saying is that, at the end of each sad day,

maybe there's something for us to be grateful for.

(Patti) Ja.

Maybe you're right.

Can we have some tomato sauce, please?

Tomato sauce?

Please.

Couldn't sleep last night, worrying about this meeting.

It's all so tragic, isn't it?

I mean, are you telling me you're relieved the meeting was cancelled?

No.

Well, what makes you think there would've been an issue, anyway?

I don't know.

Salad, Gus.

For you.

I mean, maybe, maybe she wanted to give you a raise.

-Doubt that. -I think you deserve it

after what all you've done for that school.

Well.. now it's never gonna happen.

They're gonna need to replace her.

-Patti, don't. -And you're next in line, Gus.

-I don't wanna be headmaster. -Well, you say that, but, I mean...

we could do with an upgrade.

-Salary bump would be nice. -Exactly.

I've paid my dues. Ja.

Oh, you silly boy. You messed on your shirt.

What, oh, it's nothing.

-It's nothing. -Ice cream?

(suspense music)

(Patti) You've been eating ice cream today, without me?

-(Gus sighing) -You little piggy.

-Now, now, no need for that. -Piggy, piggy, pig.

(snorting) Hey, hey. This is your headmaster speaking.

Lick, lick, licking away without me.

Okay, okay.

(crickets chirping)

-(car arriving) -(car door opening/closing)

-(Thorne) Good evening. -I know you.

-Bill Thorne. -(Ishara) Freddy's not here.

-I know that. -Well, then, what do you want?

Well, I wanted to offer my condolences.

Sorry for your loss, it's terrible what happened.

-Rosanna was the best of us. -Us?

-Well, the community. -My family needs privacy, Mr Thorne.

-So, if you don't mind... -I've got...

I've got business with your other sister.

Jana's asleep, she won't want visitors.

Well, we've got a meeting, actually.

(Ishara) Right.

Just call her and tell her I'm here, please.

-Mr Thorne. -Jana.

-Sorry to keep you waiting. -I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

(owl hooting)

-(door closing) -(car engine starting)

-(tense music) -(man panting)

(Ishara) Lucy, wash up before bed.

Lucy?

(water running)

Hey.

(sighing)

You look like her.

-Goodnight, Lucy. -Sleep with me.

-What? -Please.

Okay.

(both sighing)

Are we going to be okay?

Of course we are.

We're together, right?

I miss her.

I know you do. I do too.

Shh.

(loud clattering)

Shh.

(tense music)

(Bertus) "Lady with Crayfish." Uh-uh.

Vladimir Tretchikoff, oil on canvas.

Put it back.

My father gave it to my mother as an anniversary present.

Oh, how sweet.

(Ishara) It's got sentimental value, so please.

-Where's Freddy? -Mars.

Are you Lucy?

-No. -Where's Lucy?

Who wants to know?

-Bertus. -Who the f*** is Bertus?

Me.

What do you want with Lucy?

-Nothing. -Then what are you on about?

-I work with Mr Van As. -Oh.

How is that slimy f***?

-Fed up. -I bet, he stole my cat.

I don't know anything about your f***ing cat.

-What do you want, Bertus? -A debt is a debt,

and you lot have been taking advantage of his kindness

-for way too long. -So he sent you here to...

-kill us? -No, no. Just Lucy.

Only jokes.

I do need to take her, though.

My sister died in a car accident last night.

As you can imagine, Bertus, we're all taking a bit of strain.

So if you can please ask Mr Van As to wait until we've buried Rosanna,

and then we'll make sure the debt is paid.

You make a good point.

-Thank you. -But can I trust you?

-You have my word. -Oh, your word?

Yes.

Never trust a Greyling, isn't that what they say?

Some say that about Pa.

-But not about you? -No.

The rest of us Greylings are good.

Wildcat.

Lucy. I hear she's a bit of a wildcat.

I think it's time for you to go now, Bertus.

-Go call her for me. -She's not here.

I know she's here. So, either you're going to fetch her for me or...

That's a family heirloom. It's worth more than this house--

It's a piece of s***, like you, like all of you Greylings!

(Bertus) Oh, you must be Lucy, I've heard so much about you.

Please put down the gun.

-I'm Bertus. -Lucy, put down the gun.

What's he doing here?

He's come to talk to Oupa, but he's leaving now.

I'm gonna put a bullet in his head.

(tense music)

(car approaching)

(suspense music)

(gun cocking)

(radio screeching)

-Williams. -(Layla) Babes, it's happening again.

The cravings?

-Alright. -(Layla) Okay, no nuts. I love you.

Love you.

-Hi, Captain Denver Williams again. -Ishara.

So sorry to bother you at such a difficult time.

-It's okay, how can I help? -My Mrs made some koeksisters.

She thought your family might enjoy them.

-Homemade, sweetest in Namaqua. -Captain, my niece is in a bad way.

Which is why I'm not going to invite you in.

-I understand. -Oh, if I may,

your sister, last night, made five calls to Mack?

-Her boyfriend. -And her final call was to Eugene.

-Van As. -Who's he?

Eugene van As, he's a friend of the family.

I really should get back to my niece.

Of course, goodnight. Enjoy the koeks...

(tense music)

(car engine starting)

(Bertus) Mmm.

So, now, it's just us.

-On your knees, b****. -No.

-It's okay. -It's okay.

Get on your knees!

There's a car parked outside, go get inside.

-No! -Bertus please, she's 16.

We just lost her mother, we can't lose her too.

Go get inside the car.

-Do it, Lucy. -Ishara, I'm not leaving you.

-It's okay we'll find you-- -(Bertus) I'll do it myself.

Lucy, go!

Sorry, ladies, I'm just doing my job, alright.

Eugene says this will get Freddy out of his hidey-hole, so.

-Lucy, look at me-- -Come out Freddy, come out,

-wherever you are! -Lucy, it's fine, it's okay.

And then we do it this way.

(ominous music)