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Where was Rosie driving to last night?

Port Nolloth, to find dad. Why?

-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. -Lucy, that's not how it works.

I'm your teacher. We can't be friends. You understand?

My family needs privacy, Mr Thorne. So, if you don't mind.

I've got... I've got business with your other sister.

Mr Thorne, sorry to keep you waiting.

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

His family lives there. The youngest is his granddaughter, name's Lucy.

I want you to get her for me.

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

(groaning)

-Hold it together, Lucy. -(Eben grunting)

(cellphone ringing)

-Eugene. -(Ishara) He sent him.

-We have to bury him somewhere. -Go to the forest.

(Piet) No, vultures and honey badgers, they'll dig him up.

-(Eben) So where? -(Piet) On the farm somewhere.

What?

Yes, there's a place close to the rocks.

We can't bury this c*** on the farm.

-No one will ever know. -We'll know!

(Ishara) This is so f***ed up.

Stay here with Lucy.

No, there might be others. Come, darling.

It's okay.

-(car engine starting) -(suspense music)

(dramatic music)

(cellphone ringing)

(Eben grunting)

(Eben/Piet grunting)

Eben, what the f*** are we doing?

(cellphone beeping)

(automated voice) The person you are trying to reach

is not available at the moment.

(dramatic music)

# Artist: Neil Sandilands # # Tracey-Lee Oliver #

# Title: Desert Rose #

# There are legends in the sky #

# Desert Rose, she only knows #

# You've never tasted water # # My friend #

# Where the gemsbok stands alone #

# In the koppies shines the throne #

# Namaqualand # # My rose of diamond stone #

# And the rain, yes, the rain # # Will see us kissing once again #

# For the Desert Rose to bloom # # In heaven's name #

(Freddy singing in Afrikaans)

(crowd applauding)

(Ella) You're like the only guy I know who's famous.

Nobody else from Desert Rose has made it.

Nobody else ever leaves f***ing Desert Rose.

(Ella laughing)

Okay. (chuckling)

How's your wife?

Yeah... She's...

looking after the farm.

-Is she okay? -(Freddy) She's good.

We.. keep it together.

(Ella) So, you're alone on tour now?

Not anymore.

-(Ishara) Dad! -(Freddy) Sweetheart,

come sing for us.

-You and Mom? -No, no, no. Shh...

I'm here quickly, just one hour.

-Why? -(stuttering) There's a friend.

-What friend? -Just come sing for us,

you'll see who it is.

-Now? -Yes.

-Come sing for us. -Dad!

(Ishara singing in Afrikaans)

(Freddy/Ishara singing in Afrikaans)

This one, this is my twin.

I raised her, I love her the best.

You love us all the same, Dad.

I-Ishara... Beautiful, beautiful voice.

-Sweetheart... -(Ishara) Mm?

Why don't you go and try and get some sleep?

(fire crackling)

Good night!

(Freddy moaning)

(Ella laughing)

(seagulls crying)

(cellphone trilling)

(Woman) Esme Botha.

# Porky pig, porky pig #

-Hugo? -(Hugo) # I know where you live #

I got access to your accounts, Esme.

I'll come to your flat and force you to pay.

(suspense music)

(seagulls cawing)

(cicadas singing)

(chickens clucking)

(car approaching)

Who is it?

-(Thorne) Home sweet home. -(Jana) Hello.

(Jana) Thanks, Thorne.

-(Jana) What? -Nothing.

-Lucy? You okay? -Hm? Yeah.

(sighing) Thorne wants to treat us for breakfast.

No, Jana. We need to arrange Rosie's burial.

-What's there to arrange? -Everything.

Nobody kno... Dad doesn't even know.

-So what? -We go ahead without him.

-Rosie's his daughter. -Breakfast, the Norfolk. Let's go.

-(Ishara) Why? -Because Thorne's got news.

(Jana) Thorne put Grandpa in debt. Do you want to be an actress?

-Yeah. -That isn't going to happen

without Thorne. Come on. Get dressed.

(dramatic music)

-(Eugene) Esme Botha. -(Esme) Count it.

-It's all there. -Now, listen to me, Eugene.

If Hugo calls me once more, I'm going straight to the cops.

Shameful what you put people through, and you want to be mayor?

-I'm relying on your support, Esme. -Church ladies won't be impressed.

I've got a business to run. Just tell your gaggle of geese

-to be grateful for what I do. -Sis man, Eugene.

Does Suzanne know this side of you, 'cause I'm sure she'd be horrified.

Suzanne. She's not well, hey.

-(Esme) What's wrong? -House-break.

-Oh, my G**. -(Eugene) Yeah.

-Is she okay? -(Eugene) She's fine, she's fine.

-They stole nothing. -Crime's completely out of control.

I'll give her a call.

Eugene, deal with Hugo or I will.

(dramatic music)

(cicadas singing)

Hello? (banging on counter)

(bell ringing)

(Cornelius) Lucy Greyling!

Come, give me a squeeze.

-She's not herself today. -Oh that's okay.

I haven't been myself for 30 years.

Stop the jibber-jabbering, old-timer.

And give us your best table for five.

-Um... sorry, we're fully booked. -For breakfast?

Yes, sir. The hotel is fully occupied.

Okay, well... maybe make a plan for us.

(Cornelius clearing throat) Follow me.

(Cornelius) I think over here would be suitable.

-(Thorne) You said you were full. -(Cornelius) Yes, full-ish.

You can order anything you want, Lucy.

-(Lucy) Really? -My treat.

(Thorne) Oh, hey. Can we get some champagne?

(Cornelius) We don't have champagne.

-(Thorne) What do you have? -(Cornelius) Sparkling wine.

Okay, can we have two bottles of sparkling wine, please?

What's the occasion?

Tell them.

-No... you. -No, no, no.

-It must come from you. -What?

Bill's got us a good offer on the house.

-(Ishara) Our house? -(Thorne) A big juicy offer,

very generous. Ka-ching. Let it rain.

-We should take it. -You can't sell the house

-without consulting with us first. -We're consulting with you now.

-(Ishara) You're moving too fast. -Rosie's dead.

-Thank you for reminding us. -I meant, you've been away.

(Ishara) Well, I'm here now.

You can't just pop up when there's money on the table.

(Ishara) We're not selling the house, Jana.

-(Ishara) We don't even own it. -(Jana) Dad's gone.

-(Ishara) We'll find him. -(Jana) Okay.

-There you go. Come on, sis. -(Ishara) We will, Jana.

(Jana) You and who's army? If he wanted to be found...

In the event of Freddy's demise, the deed of the farm is passed on

to the oldest living relative. That's Jana.

-What's up, buttercup? -Nothing.

(Thorne) You missing your dolls? Who's your favourite?

Is it Barbie or... or is it Ken? It's Ken, isn't it?

F*** off.

-Hey man, shut up, Lucy. -Don't tell her to shut up.

(Thorne) We're in polite company. You wouldn't understand.

-You're a greasy crook. -Calm down.

-You prey on people like us, Thorne. -(Thorne) I'm helping you.

-What are we really doing here? -(Thorne) We are having breakfast.

-We're not for f***ing sale! -Shut up.

(Jana) He's doing us a favour, Eben.

-He's going to s***w us. -Hey, you need to watch your mouth.

-Or what? -Listen, moffie...

-What did you say? -(Jana) Thorne.

-No, it's fine. -No. No, it's not.

-You take that back. -(Cornelius) Calm...

-calm down, please. -Yeah, we will. I'm sorry, okay.

Some of our guests don't understand country ways.

Yeah, I said fine, so thank you. Maybe get us pretzels or something,

so we're not, you know, just sitting here waiting.

(Thorne) Come, here we go, bubbly.

I'd like to order the seafood platter.

Calm down, girlie, we're in the middle of the desert.

(scoffing) Hey, you said order anything I want.

-Seafood platter. -Make that two.

-Do you remember me? -Of course, yes, Ishara.

-Ilse's last born. -(Ishara) That's right.

I was wondering if you had any news on Dad.

We're trying to track him down. He doesn't know about Rosie.

I heard a story that he'd found God and was working as a preacher.

Singing sermons in some small-town congregations.

Who knows what's true. My vegetable supplier told me that

he'd seen Freddy working in some general store,

-somewhere in the township. -Where?

-(Cornelius) Springbok, I reckon. -(stuttering) How long ago, Uncle?

Hm... Couple of months, maybe a year.

Yeah. You know, it was around that time,

I remember he started hanging out with that Coloured girl.

I saw a picture of them once in, "Die Plattelander."

Caption said that she was his backup singer.

I remember her, it was... Emma, Eva, something with an E.

I don't remember. All I remember, she was Coloured.

Don't worry, darling. I don't judge.

Excuse me.

-Where's Freddy? -I don't know.

So he's out of the picture. Good riddance.

Mom called him a few times. She didn't want anyone to know,

but I heard them on the phone. Grandpa made her cry all the time.

Yeah well... your grandpa's a loser.

Are you trying to f*** my aunt?

-No. -Um... Yes, you are.

We're business associates.

Okay, and... what do associates do?

-Make money. -Are you going to make us money?

Yes. That's exactly what I'm gonna do.

-(Gus) Patti. -(Patti) Lovely, thank you.

(Gus) Um... Actually, I think over there would be best.

-Of course, of course. -Thank you.

May I offer you a glass of water to start?

(Patti) Oh, yes. Ice and lemon for me, please.

Thanks, Cornelius.

You look lovely.

You do too, darling.

-(Patti) What's wrong? -Nothing.

Okay, so let's just relax and have a good time. It's our anniversary.

I am relaxed, Patti.

(Patti) I'm thinking...

the full English breakfast. Two slices of toast!

-(folk music over speakers) -(people cheering)

(Man whistling)

(people cheering)

Hey.

-Watch it. -Sorry.

You're going to f***ing blow this deal with Thorne.

-Are you into that creep? -(scoffing) No.

-Could've fooled me. -It's business.

Why are you trying to sell the house? We haven't even buried Rosie.

You don't understand the real estate game.

-And you do? -Bill's mentoring me.

Thorne is going to take advantage of us like he did with Dad.

You think it's easy to make ends meet out here?

-No one forced you to stay. -Dad abandoned us.

I know, Jana. I was here too.

You left the moment you could,

so don't come here and talk to me about loyalty.

This is not your home. You don't get to have a say in what happens to it.

Jana... can we talk?

-Now? -When you have a moment.

(Jana sighing)

Do you think they're going to advertise the post

or place it internally?

-For the new headmaster, Gus. -I don't know, Pats.

I don't think you're really focusing on this.

I'll apply for it when the time is right. Now is not the right time.

Well, I don't think that's the right approach.

-Hi, Mr Dolly. -(Gus coughing/choking)

Um... Lucy.

-Lucy. -Yes, ma'am?

-(Patti) You're Lucy Greyling? -Yes.

My goodness.

Gosh, I'm so sorry. You poor thing.

Your mother was an amazing woman.

The school's going to miss her very much. Aren't they, Gus?

-Of course. -(Patti) If you need anything,

and I mean anything... you know who to come to.

Thank you.

Alright.

Good news, I've had a cancellation.

So, I can offer you the hotel for Rosie's after tears.

Fifty bucks a head, canapés, glass of bubbly.

It's not a piss-up, Uncle.

We can do it in the conference room. Make it posh.

-Tidy up the Greylings for a day. -Are you serious?

Yes. After all, you do all your other work here.

-What was that? -You know.

-No. I don't know, Cornelius. -Don't embarrass yourself, girl.

-Those men are my friends. -(scoffing) Right.

-You think I'm getting paid? -Are you?

-No. -I don't believe you.

-F*** you, Cornelius. -That's classy.

I like to party, so?

I don't want to see you in my bar again.

You can't prevent me from meeting my friends.

Those are guests of this hotel. My guests.

And why do you think they come here?

-Don't test me. -(papers rustling)

I took enough s*** from your father in the old days.

I'm not Dad.

You're not your mother, either.

Hold on to your husbands girls! Whoa!

-(Gus) What now, Patti? -I'm not hungry.

(Gus) We're supposed to be celebrating.

I know, I'm sorry, but... I can't sit here and celebrate

when that poor child has no mother or father.

-Lucy's strong, she's a Greyling. -(Patti) She's 16, Gus.

That's far too young to be orphaned.

-I want to help her. -Patti, no.

Just stay out of their business, please.

Gus, we're already in their business.

(Gus) How?

You're her teacher, and she clearly adores you.

Thanks, Thorne. You've spoilt us.

-(Eben burping) -That's not very ladylike, sweetie.

Bill, the tab.

No, we're not done yet.

-How would you like to pay, folks? -(Thorne) I don't know.

-Eben? (scoffing) -Okay, that's not funny.

What do you want to do? Want to split this, hey? Big man?

(Cornelius) Do you want to pay separately?

(Jana) No, Mr Thorne will take care of it.

Will I?

-Bill! -Hey, if he wants to pay,

-it's fine by me. -It's fine, Jana.

-No. -(Thorne) Okay. Excuse me.

Do you have cash?

Will you give us a moment?

How are you going to pay?

I don't know.

-What? -We don't have any other choice.

There are four of us. Don't blame me for this. Give it to me.

(Patti) Book club or something.

Book club? You've got time for a book club?

I have lots of time. Lucy!

Mr and Mrs Dolly, I'm so sorry to bother you.

(Patti) Oh, no bother at all. What is it?

Did you see that man who was at our table? He's a business associate.

-He wants to sell our house. -You're leaving?

(Lucy) Well, he invited us for breakfast and then he...

-left us with the bill. -(Patti) No, that's shocking.

(Lucy) I know. So... we're a bit short.

-(Patti) It's fine. Give it to me. -(Gus) Patti.

-(Lucy) If you would just chip in. -(Patti) No, no, we'll pay for it.

(Gus) Patti, we can't pay for their whole bill.

We can, and we will. It's what your brother would do.

My brother?

(Patti) Leave it with us, sweetheart.

-(Lucy) Thank you, Mrs Dolly. -It's alright, Lucy.

See? We have to help the poor people.

-Greylings, your chariot awaits. -No, thanks. I'll walk.

Ungrateful little s***.

-Oh, here comes the big f***ing man. -(Eben) I'll f*** you up!

-Eben! -(indistinct yelling)

(Thorne) You're nothing! You're f***ing nothing without me!

(Eben) I'll f*** you up!

(Thorne) You're f***ing nothing without me!

-(Eben screaming) -(Thorne) You piece of s***.

-(Eben) Shut up! -(indistinct yelling)

-(Eben) I'll f***ing kill you! -(Thorne) You low life,

-living in a trailer... -(Jana) Shut up, both of you!

F***ing girl!

Come Jana, we're going.

-Big f***ing man now, hey. -Stop it!

-Big f***ing man. -(Eben) Jana!

Jana, we're going.

(country music)

You know that singer Dad used to run around with?

-The one from the house? -Yes.

The night I had to sing for them.

What about her?

She might know where Dad is.

So?

We have to find him, Eben.

He doesn't know about Rosie.

Some of the elders might know of her.

(Eben) Let's go see Samuel Philander.

(dogs barking)

Johnny.

Lucy.

I'm so sorry.

No one can believe it. On the Port Nolloth road, geez.

Thanks. This is my aunty, Ishara. She lives in Port Nolloth.

-(Johnny) Hello. -Hi.

Aunty Ishara.

(Lucy) Johnny plays keyboard.

Your dad is like... He's my hero.

-Good for you. -Last I heard, he was in prison.

Or he joined a cult.

Sounds like him.

It's nice to meet you, Ishara.

(suspense music)

Eugene.

Wow.

You look like my sister. Ugly as a bullfrog. (chuckling)

-Thanks. -No worries.

Have a seat.

-(Hugo) What's up? -You know Bertus?

-(Hugo) Bertus van Rooyen? -No, Bertus van Wyk.

-Bertus van Wyk. -Bertus van Rooyen.

-F***ing who else? -Geez, Louise. This...

town council thing got you stressed, huh? (chuckling)

I sent Bertus to Desert Rose to pick up a cargo.

I hate that place, full of lowlifes.

The plan was for him to contact me when he got to my cabin

at the Orange River. Phone's been off since last night.

He could've skipped the province with your cargo.

-Yeah, I thought of that. -(Hugo) Or he could be dead.

-That too. -Either way, you wanna know

-what happened, huh? -(Eugene) Ja. I'll double your rate.

-Address? -There's a bar outside town,

The Shangri-La. That's where I sent Bertus. You can start there.

-Yeah. -Oh, Eugene...

Good luck with the campaign.

-Hugo. -It's Hugo.

Stop harassing Esme Botha.

The poor woman is going to have a stroke.

-Eugene, I'm just playing with her. -I know, I know, it's enough now.

Paid what she owes.

Hm.

(camera shutter clicking)

(cellphone chirming)

-Gus! -Must be work.

(Patti) Who is it?

(stuttering) Just Marge from school.

(Patti) Okay.

(sombre music)

(horse neighing)

(Ishara) Hi.

Um... I'm Ishara Greyling from Desert Rose, sir. Do you know us?

My sister, Rosanna passed away this week.

-We heard. I'm sorry, child. -Thank you.

Um... I'm trying to find my father, Freddy Greyling.

We haven't seen him here in many, many years.

Do you remember the woman that was with him a lot? A singer. Beautiful.

I don't want to get into anyone's business.

I need to find my father, sir.

He doesn't know his daughter has passed.

Ella Vaalbooi.

Ella. Yes. Do you know where she is?

(Samuel) People move around all the time.

I know, but have you heard anything?

(Samuel sighing) Only that she used to work at the school.

-That's right, she was in admin. -(Samuel) Go ask there.

Thank you.

(tender Afrikaans music)

-(school bell ringing) -(Marge) Name is familiar.

I think she was a secretary here for a few months. Um...

Ella Vaalbooi.

Dismissed for stealing clothes from the uniform shop.

-No record of her after then. -Thanks, Marge.

(music continues)

(Denver) No... car.

Livestock.

Stealing clothes, 2010 July.

Charges of theft against Ella Vaalbooi.

-Was she arrested? -Yes. Charges were dropped, though.

Fine was paid by the Society of the Holy Ghost in Pella.

Brother Frederik Greyling signed.

-There's a number if you want it. -Yes.

Thank you.

(cellphone trilling)

(Woman) Society of the Holy Ghost, hello?

Hi. I'm looking for Freddy Greyling. Brother Frederik.

(Woman) Brother Frederik left to spread the word down south.

Do you have a contact number for him?

It's urgent. His daughter has passed.

(Woman) Maybe I can take a message for him.

(Ishara) Um... Please give him this terrible news.

Rosie's funeral is this weekend on the farm. He must be there.

(cellphone ringing)

Hello, this is brother Frederik.

(grunting)

(cicada singing)

(sighing heavily)

(cellphone trilling)

(Woman) Hello.

Ella?

(Woman) Who's this?

Freddy Greyling.

(Woman) Freddy.

Rosie's dead.

(Woman) Oh, my G**. Freddy, what happened?

(sobbing) I don't know.

The funeral is tomorrow. And.. And I...

I didn't have anyone else to call.

Where are you?

(sniffing)

I'm just outside Springbok.

Go back home, Freddy, okay? The kids will need you there.

And Freddy...

Please... don't call me again.

(call disconnecting)

(dramatic music)

(Cornelius) Do you need help with that?

No.

(clearing throat)

-What is it? -A bowling ball.

Hugo Heinz, one night only?

Where is the Shangri-La?

I think I can recommend better places--

I... I have an appointment there.

Of course, sir. I'll draw you a map a little later, if I may.

(grunting)

Or now.

(car door closing)

(knocking on door)

(door opening)

Eben.

What do you want, Eugene?

Well...

we could start with an apology.

Sorry about the fishing trip.

No, not that.

For kidnapping my wife.

-You didn't know? -No.

Look at you.

Just sitting here, while your sister fights your battles.

(stuttering) I didn't know about your wife. I'm sorry, Eugene.

It's fine.

I wish they'd kept her.

I want to stay friends.

We're not friends.

Whatever this is.

You initiated it.

-Because... -What?

You were supposed to be a father figure to me.

But it was more than that.

No. No. No.

I'll tell everyone what you've done.

Eben, I haven't done anything wrong.

You'll never make town council.

They'll put you on a list, boot you out of the province.

Listen to me. Our fishing trips...

those were the best days of my life.

We had fun.

-I taught you how to be a man. -No, no, no!

-Made you who you are! -Shut up!

I can't listen to this anymore. Please, Eugene, just leave me alone!

The night Rosie died,

-she wanted to tell me something. -What was it, Eben?

-Was it about you? -No.

-What have you kept from me? -Nothing.

You promised that we would share everything!

We do!

(ominous music)

We did.

I don't want this anymore.

You... are my boy.

F*** you, Eugene.

You sad, creepy old f***!

F***! F***!

(Eugene) You f***ing piece of s***!

Let me go or we're gonna die in here!

-I'm not afraid of dying. -Eugene, think about your wife!

Don't talk to me about Suzanne!

Think about all the things you still want to do! Mayor of Springbok!

-It means nothing if you hate me. -I don't hate you Eugene!

Then come with me on our next fishing trip!

Yes, I will! I promise!

You f***ing liar!

(dramatic music)

(Eugene) Ah! You f***!

(Eben) No, Ishara! Don't shoot!

This f***ing c*** broke into my apartment and stole my cat.

I'm sorry, okay? I had to find Fred.

-(Ishara) Well, did you? -No.

Great, so I got body slammed for nothing? Where's my cat?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe you left the f***ing door open...

(Ishara) Shut up! Next time you come here

I'll blow your f***ing head off.

-Move! -(Eugene coughing/grunting)

Eben.

(Eben coughing)

(dramatic music)