Are you ready to talk about it yet?
The Molapo trial?
Yes.
♪ Okuphila, yeah... ♪
I'm proud of you, Fikile.
You've worked hard to heal.
Thank you.
You've been taking it easy, like we discussed?
Mm-hmm.
Whoo!
Spain was... relaxing.
Great school. People are all super chill.
Back home, I've still been taking it easy.
Although, I might have pushed myself at prelims.
I don't know, though. Since Spain, it's just been really weird with my dad.
- Which one? - Brian.
He's still worried about me swimming again.
♪ Okuphila, yeah... ♪
As long as it's helping you.
Yes.
Driving lessons and exercising helps. Yeah.
I'm just...
I'm just glad it's all over,
so me and my friends can just finally get back to our normal lives.
A changed version of your normal lives.
Yeah.
All right. Welcome to your new home, man.
Remember, mi casa, su casa.
♪ Okuphila, yeah ♪
You may be seated.
On the charges of kidnapping, extortion, and human trafficking,
Lisbeth and Matla Molapo, you are found guilty.
Your homework this week, I'd like you to try something.
Pay close attention to your thought process
and what you're allowing to bog you down.
Remember, Puleng, what you've been through...
It's not meant to be easy.
But to truly move forward, you're going to have to let--
Let go of the past.
This isn't over.
I know.
And I have.
Mrs. Molapo, do you have any words of remorse at this time?
Well, one thing is clear. It looks like the Khumalo sisters' nightmare
has finally come to a triumphant end.
I'm Ri Edens. Until next time.
♪ Blood ♪
♪ Blood and water ♪
♪ Blood is thicker, blood is stronger ♪
My precious Puleng! Girl!
- Hey. - Yo, Reece!
Bro, expulsion's the worst. I literally hate my new life.
Tell me about it, huh?
You should come this side. Just, like, fuck Parkhurst.
Yeah, fuck Parkhurst!
Hey, Chris.
Gotta go.
- Bro, do you know who Fiks is bringing? - I don't know.
But I hope she's been living under a rock for the past few months, huh?
Keep your head up.
Fuck.
How's everyone?
Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!
Dude. It's BYOB.
It's my house, bitch.
Watch out!
- Hey. - Got you a gift.
It's, uh, Mariama Bâ, the first African--
Famous writer. I know.
Aren't you supposed to be on a tight budget?
Barely spent on this party.
You could at least pretend like you're having a good time.
Uh, how's about maybe you start pacing yourself?
Wade, have you seen Fiks?
I'm gonna go get a drink.
Ugh, fuck me. Chris's parties aren't what they used to be, right?
I mean, you know it's lame when it's bring your own booze.
But, um, you seem to be having fun, though.
I guess that comes with the territory.
Being Parkhurst's own celebrity detective? The superhero.
Can we get a selfie?
Wade, move a bit, please?
Yeah.
Uh, Puleng, are you okay?
I bet they don't have that in Spain.
Well, I bet you... they do.
And you are?
Oh, Lunga. I don't think we've met.
Wendy Dlamini. You at Parkhurst?
Oh! [chuckles] Good heavens, no.
BT-dubs, your hair is giving Sarraounia Mangou meets Vogue.
How do you know Sarraounia Mangou?
Oh, you mean powerhouse Hausa sorceress queen?
Luring heavily-armed French forces into the bushes without firearms?
If that isn't queendom, I don't know what is.
Yeah. Yeah.
Um, hey, uh, what are you doing at a high school party, Lunga?
Escorting Puleng, Chris.
Good to meet you, Lunga.
And, Chris, thank you for my present.
Uh, you don't have to open that, um...
Scandalous.
Hey.
Sam.
I want you.
Make it look like you want it.
- What is it? - I'm fine.
Let's go inside.
Go away, please.
I don't know if a party is the best place to look for privacy,
but okay, I will go.
Wait.
Your accent. Where you from?
Oh! Let me guess.
And if I get it right, then... you have to drink.
Okay, but if you're wrong... you drink.
Okay.
Okay?
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
Congo?
No.
- Damn. - So, drink.
I'm from the tropical country of carnivals, beaches, and sexy people.
Can you guess?
- No. - Brazil.
- Brazil! - You know Brazil?
Yes. Uh, you drink.
- Why? - For fun.
Okay.
For fun.
Oh!
Oh, shit! I'm s-s-so sorry.
S-Sorry to you too.
Um, I got this thing. You can maybe--
Ew!
I'm-- I'll go to the bathroom.
Bathroom, yeah.
Ugh. Like, why is corrupt principal's son still around?
If I was him, I'd die before showing my face again.
Literally.
You're 17?
No.
- No? - No.
Come on.
♪ The music got me feeling naughty ♪
♪ Got me feeling dirty... ♪
Your first time in South Africa? - How do you know?
Well, Cape Town is the go-to for first-timers.
Guess my eye color.
Oh, that's easy.
Brown, like mine.
You... You have a tattoo.
- No. - You don't?
You...
You should. Because you are a badass.
♪ Passe, passe alors ♪
♪ Passe alors ♪
♪ Passe alors, passe alors ♪
♪ B.I.G. ♪
- Can I just send you something? - Sure.
- Got it? - Yep.
Do you like ciders?
Thank you.
Asanda Makeba.
I know.
Um, my parents and I love your parents' talk show.
Um... "Remember, there's always room at the top."
"So never settle for less."
I'm a big fan. Didn't know if you noticed.
I'll let my parents know. It's not really my kind of thing.
Oh, so when I said "fan," I meant...
That-- that type fan.
I actually remember taking a photo of you,
but like two years ago, at your grade eight mentorship camp.
Oh no, I was so scrawny back then.
Uh, no.
I look a bit different now. Don't you think?
Mmm.
It's super embarrassing,
but I must admit I'm kind of a fan of yours too.
- Me? - I think your photography's visceral.
I've been practicing a little.
You have a vintage? Oh, it's beautiful.
Let me take your photo.
Oh, um...
Beautiful.
Slow down.
I'm a badass, remember?
♪ Music in my veins And that's my therapy ♪
♪ I might just go insane The way they're stressing me ♪
♪ I carved my own lane It was my destiny ♪
♪ If you got the pain Who got the remedy? ♪
♪ Music in my veins And that's my therapy ♪
♪ I might just go insane The way they're stressing me ♪
KB Molapo on the beat!
KB! KB! KB! KB! KB!
Hi.
- Morning. - Morning.
So, what happened to our agreement
that you are to text me every 30 minutes when you're out?
Sorry.
I got distracted. It's been a while since I felt normal.
I'm glad you had fun, my child.
But we have to stick to protocol every time you're out and about.
Good morning, all.
As for you...
...you snored in my ear the entire night.
I snore? My bad.
Siya?
Yeah. Sorry, Ma.
But there's still nothing to eat.
No, I'm going shopping later.
I made porridge.
Your dad's jersey looks nice on you.
Auntie, your interview...
...is it not happening now? - Yes, it is.
Ah, please pray for me, kids.
God knows I need out of consulting.
Also just to give us some time to slow down a bit.
Okay, I'm out.
Later.
Puleng, and you?
What happened to you at the party? I thought you left early.
Oh! You don't wanna know.
You looking for something? - Yes, my phone.
Next track is by an underdog in the music game, KB Molapo.
Bro! Bro, your track's playing.
Yeah, but-- but how did Max get it off my phone?
I-- I sent it to him, man. Yo, check the comments.
Bro! Chris, why the fuck would you do that?
Man, your track's killing it.
I still sampled the beat from a track I didn't have rights for, Chris.
Who cares, man? People sample shit all the time.
Come on.
♪ ...when I see my parents get arrested ♪
♪ Music is my therapy ♪
You never get over grief.
It hits you in waves.
But the lows only mean that there's something bett--
Tata, what are we gonna do with Mom's ashes?
I was thinking, after school ends,
we can go back home and spread them.
And do a cleansing.
Ready.
Okay.
Let's go.
♪ Yeah, met this chick about a week ago Fat ass, tight dress... ♪
Welcome to Parkhurst. You're gonna have so much fun.
There's Wendy. She's going to give you the official exchange student talk.
Hello. My name is Wendy.
- I'm here to show you around. - Thank you very much.
Iván, I'll see you inside.
- Okay? - Okay. See you.
- Hey. - Hey.
Looks nice.
Yes. - Where to first?
Hey. You still down for tennis?
Uh, yeah. I texted you last night. Did you not see?
No, I can't find my phone.
I think I might have left it at Chris's party.
Okay, um, use the Find-My-Phone app. Just put in your deets.
Thanks.
You hear that?
And just make sure that you submit...
Someone left this behind to make sure I find them again.
You know Iván?
Iván.
As in, Spain Iván?
Yeah, I was going to say something at the party, but... we got distracted.
Okay. Let's wrap this tour after assembly, okay?
And make sure that you wear your Parkhurst uniform, starting tomorrow.
Okay.
I'll see you inside.
Your...
Iván, you just got here yesterday,
and you guys are already getting distracted?
Okay. Wow!
This is like a golden opportunity for us, okay?
Melodies are all the same, it's all the sa-- Like, A-B-C chords.
No one's gonna know about it.
♪ She's quite a catch ♪
♪ Them other girls don't know how to act ♪
♪ It's just my snack ♪
♪ Know you keep looking Don't know who you're fooling... ♪
- Hey, Iván. - Hey.
- My man. - How are you?
- Once again, welcome to the Mother City. - Thanks.
How long you gonna be here for? - Couple of weeks, yeah.
It's basically like the exchange program I did in Spain.
- Ah, so he's the mystery guest. - Yeah.
Okay. Hi, nice to meet you, bro.
Nice to meet you.
You still want this?
Hey!
- Hey, what the fuck? Say sorry, bro. - For what?
- Your parents being human traffickers? - Hey, shut the fuck up.
Like father, like mother, like son.
You'd better take that fucking shit back.
Hey, guys!
Hey, guys. Stop it.
Cool it! No, stop!
Let's go, let's go.
Welcome, man. Yeah.
Thanks.
"Any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind,
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls,
it tolls for thee."
As the new principal of Parkhurst High, I promise to instill order.
But in turn, I expect you to uphold that order.
It begins with thinking about your fellow classmate,
and how your choice will affect them.
Yes, the bell tolls for each and every one of you sitting here.
This quote by John Donne...
...speaks of the essence of what we should be striving for
here at Parkhurst High.
And as we all near the end of the year,
what legacy do you wish to leave behind?
Puleng?
- You okay? - Yeah.
This will be your best story yet.
Welcome back to Parkhurst.
Hey. Did you do this?
What?
- Tell me, did you? - No.
- So then where did this video come from? - I don't know. I was drunk too.
Drunk or not, you happened to leave out
- the fact you knew who I was. - What?
Did you come to the party knowing I'd be there?
Or did you set up the camera before I got there, like a creep?
I just arrived in Cape Town, okay?
Okay? What kind of person do you think I am?
I don't fucking know you.
Yeah, but you had sex with a person you don't know.
Maybe I wasn't the only one.
What the fuck? What happened?
Iván.
Sorry.
65%? I got sixty--
Iván.
You guys had sex?
What's the big deal?
But I just don't know why she thinks I recorded it.
What?
Yes!
Ma'am, there seems to have been a mistake with my English paper mark.
Well, the class did poorly on average.
I can't fail English, ma'am.
Well, then you're gonna have to focus next time, ladies.
Ma'am, we're the ambassadors of focus.
Exactly. We demand a re-mark.
"Demand"?
No re-marks. Class dismissed.
- See you later. - Yeah.
Iván, you don't understand.
Puleng having sex with a guy that she just met?
Like, that's just not her.
And someone recorded it?
- Are you sure maybe you didn't-- - Come on.
I'm just saying, Puleng does not need this right now.
- So you're also saying it's my fault? - I'm not saying that.
Huh. Maybe coming to Cape Town was a mistake.
Hey, no. No.
Look, you just got here.
Just chill, okay.
Thanks.
Bye.
- Hey. Hey! - Hey.
♪ Well, I guess Everybody wants a piece of you ♪
♪ Oh well, me too... ♪
Wade.
When are you going to ask me for my number or my...
Wade? - Hmm?
- Wade! - Hmm? Yeah, s-sorry. What were you saying?
I said, when are you going to ask me for my number or my Instagram handle?
Now.
♪ I'll give you everything you need ♪
♪ Oh dali ♪
♪ What shall we do? ♪
♪ Oh just tell me now... ♪
No calls after 9:00.
Okay, no-- no calls after 9:00.
♪ Oh what shall we do? ♪
♪ Oh tell me now ♪
♪ I wanna know you better ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
Hey. Hope you're not taking what that dumbass Bruce said seriously.
Maybe he's right, dude. My parents are traffickers.
Yeah, but you're nothing like them, man.
Listen, um, that song you sampled,
I tracked down the owner's social media account.
Dude's ancient. Some of his accounts are older--
I still sampled shit without his permission.
I sent an email to the address I found on his account.
- It bounced. Dude's probably dead. - Chris--
But let's just make a little bit of paper and we'll pay him afterwards.
"Let's"? What do you mean "Let's"?
"Let's!" I'm-- I'm your manager now.
Didn't I tell you?
- Fuck, no. - Listen, this is how it's gonna play out.
I'm talking club gigs, festivals.
- Hey! Fiks, come on! You got this! - Let's go!
You've got this! Come on!
♪ I used to pay for these snares and these kicks, now I am selling them ♪
♪ That's a double entendre ♪
♪ I got play money, I'm a monster ♪
♪ Y'all still competin' at Konka Y'all are left feet to my salsa ♪
♪ Y'all don't stress me, heh la chansa... ♪
- Come on, Fiks! - Get in! Come on!
Good stuff, ladies.
Thank you, boo.
You're supposed to go easy on us, Asanda.
You know, some of us aren't 100%.
Yeah. Any slower and I might as well be sleeping in the pool.
Shh!
Someone's bitter they lost again.
Seriously, quiet!
Fiks, relax. I am your senior, okay?
Fuck's sakes, chill.
Are we supposed to pretend
that you aren't getting your ass kicked in the water just because you got shot at?
What? - That's enough, guys.
Seriously?
Look, it's not that deep. Just do better.
It's not that deep?
Fiks!
Are you okay, Asanda? - Ms. Bhele!
Or is it Khumalo?
I said that's enough, guys!
Wendy, you didn't fail.
With all due respect, sir, I am an A+ student,
so 65% is a fail.
Hmm.
As for you, Tahira, you missed a whole page of the questions.
Not that it would have made much of a difference,
judging from your other answers.
It was an honest mistake, sir. I can rewrite. Please.
Well, that's between you and Mrs. Joffe.
If that's all...
Okay, Iván didn't do this.
How could he record you from the door when you're clearly on top of him?
- I think we should tell Thandeka. - No.
It'll break her.
I just need to find the original video and delete it, forever.
I mean, who'd wanna do this to me anyway?
This isn't over. Dude?
Puleng!
Lisbeth.
Fiks, remember what she said?
"This isn't over"?
It's Point of Grace.
What about Point of Grace?
We just think they're still after me.
Hey, can-- can I ask you something sensitive?
Do you remember anything about your time being captive?
Did you take any names maybe?
That shit's in the past.
It's just, we can't exactly say why,
but we think Point of Grace or Lisbeth might still be after Puleng.
Anything, Sam. - No.
Well, could you ask your mom if she knows anything?
Fuck, Puleng! I don't remember anything.
And my mom said everything she knows in court.
- Maybe we should go see Lisbeth. - No!
Okay, then how else are we going to find out?
We've done a thorough job of debriefing Vaans
and getting him to name all the players in the syndicate.
No offense, Detective, but you, of all people, should know
that you can't take things at face value.
I know Vaans betrayed you.
He betrayed me too.
Thank you for coming to me with this.
It is essentially child pornography, and we take that very seriously.
Child pornography, human trafficking...
Look, I didn't want to alarm you, because we are on it.
But Vaans is missing. His trial is supposed to be next week.
Do you think that maybe--
I think we shouldn't jump to any conclusions yet.
I'll contact you when we have more information.
Puleng, have you told your mother about this?
- Is everything ok-- - Everything's fine, Detective.
Thanks.
Please let me go. Please. Please, just let me go.
Where am I?
Please, please!
No!
Trust me on this one, we really need this.
Please?
I need you to understand that I don't want to see my parents, dude.
Yeah.
Mom freaked out and booked me extra lessons.
And yeah, I get it, English is the first mark that they look at,
but I'm sorry for standing you up.
No worries. Look, Wendy,
even if I do well in my final English paper,
I'm not sure that it's enough for that scholarship next year.
Let's see what the career counselor says first.
- Yeah. Hey, Leigh-Anne. - Oh, hey!
And suddenly, staying at school doesn't sound so bad.
Haters. I'll chat to you later, okay?
Bye.
Just some thoughts on stories I want to cover.
But I'll explain everything to you in the magazine meeting tomorrow.
It's the career counselor's office.
Hmm?
Oh, uh, thanks, Leigh-Anne.
Sorry, I'll-- I'll get to this later. Okay?
Okay.
Oh.
Sam's going through a lot right now, Fiks.
Hmm.
I mean, we all are. Maybe we should just chill on him a bit.
I get it. I just wish he would open up to me, you know?
Have you spoken to KB?
Yep. He's not ready to see his parents, dude.
Matla and Lisbeth will not go anywhere near us if KB's not there.
Do you think maybe we should go anyway?
Go where?
Oh... just some school thing.
Okay, well, you'll talk about that later. Come, let's play.
Let's go play. - Ready?
Oh! Hi!
I thought it was just the four of us.
Yeah. Uh, sorry. He reached out,
and I thought it'd be great for you guys to spend time together.
We can play doubles, you know, with an extra substitute.
- You can go first. - No.
Glad you came. - Yeah.
Okay. Are you ready to get beat?
I'm definitely not losing. I'll see about that.
Uh, can you close the door behind you, please?
Um, I didn't know there was someone in here.
No, uh... No. Uh, uh, it's-- it's cool.
It's cool.
Developing your negatives?
So you do know your photography.
Wait.
What about IEB papers? I can't help you with that.
Those are hard copies, not digitals like the prelim papers.
So? - So...
They keep them in sealed boxes in a hardcore safe.
Not a lot of people have access to that kind of shit.
Fine.
Good luck.
Pleasure doing business with you lazy fucks.
Um, so, I saw the video of you and Fiks.
Look, Fikile is your senior, Asanda. You can't speak to her like that.
And she shouldn't speak to me like that, senior or not.
Look, Fikile knows I'm better than her at swimming, and she hates it.
People find me intimidating, Wade. Can you handle that?
Uh-- The photo's done.
What did you tell Fiks?
I told her I was with Iván.
Hey, are you sure that this is the right place?
Yeah.
But why here?
Looking for a lead, I guess.
And I was hoping by bringing you back here,
you might remember more than you do now.
You know, maybe any names, something that the police missed, or...
- Sam, it's okay. We don't have to-- - No.
I need this for me, too.
We're still waiting
on confirmation from the male Correctional Center.
Look, KB, would you like to see if your mother is receiving visitors?
No! No, um, just let me know when you hear from Matla, please.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey!
I said on all fours... ...you dog!
Anything? - This was a mistake.
Please, Sam.
I know it's hard, but we need this.
Why is everything so--
Sam!
Hey! Sam!
Who are you?! Huh?
Sam, stop!
He's so small. I-- I think he's a kid. Please!
No!
I think he lives here. He's just a kid, okay?
Are you okay?
Nice technique.
It's not that deep?
Ugh, no, man.
Get that out of my face, please.
And also, aren't you supposed to be meeting with Puleng?
Yeah. That's why I'm charging up.
Thank you for that.
Bhelekazi, when were you going to tell me
you're competing again?
You said to me you just wanted to be with the team.
Afternoon, Mr. Bhele.
I hope you're comfortable here.
It's just like being home. Thank you.
Oh, good.
I'll await you by the pool.
- Okay. - Okay?
You know, Fikile, I had to be informed by Thandeka.
Because she asked me to keep her posted about some school swimming competition...
...that you entered.
No, then Anthony must have told her.
Anthony knows too? - I was going to tell you.
When, Fikile?
How can you be swimming competitively?
You're not healed, Bhelekazi.
My child, I saw you struggle at practice just a while ago.
Well, the doctor said I can.
So...
Actually, Tata, can we talk about this later?
I just remembered I have... study group, so...
Eat.
I mean, how is she supposed to know what "rizz" means?
I don't even know what "rizz" means.
Gillian, I have a question for you.
Did your mother know who you were...
S-She liked my comment.
So, I see you and Wendy are best friends now.
Why don't you ask your girlfriend, Chris?
Is this because I stood you up?
Get over yourself.
Hey, hey!
Lunga, I didn't intend to do this, okay?
- Wendy arrived-- - I don't care, Chris.
Okay? It's chill.
Besides, I mean, you were just potential ass.
Wendy, on the other hand, I can see myself being friends with her,
seeing how messed up it's got you.
I'm guessing he's too embarrassed to show.
Karabo.
Son, it's so good to see you--
We are here because we want to find out if you and Mom are up to your old tricks.
And here I thought it was going to be a cordial visit.
I've been receiving threatening messages and videos,
and I guess we're all here to find out if Point of Grace has anything--
Aren't you just tired of playing investigator?
Please just answer the question.
That doesn't sound like Point of Grace.
Well, did you know that Detective Vaans disappeared?
Do you blame him? He's probably skipped the country.
What about Lisbeth, Uncle Matla?
How can she do anything when she's recovering in hospital?
She was attacked by some prison thugs. It was a failed assassination.
But when Point of Grace strikes,
you won't be confused.
You kids need to stop playing adult.
As you know, it has consequences!
Hey.
Son, thank Chris for me for letting you stay with him.
Karabo.
KB...
- Karabo, please. - Please what, Matla?
What can you possibly have to say to me?
What?
I'm sorry, son.
I'm sorry.
Come talk to the sergeant.
Yes, I'm coming now.
Good evening, Det. Peterson.
We've managed to track down some info on the anonymous account.
Unfortunately, nothing concrete, as the IP keeps hopping around the world.
Oh. What does that mean?
Whoever's sending you these messages and that video link
doesn't want to be found.
Their tactics aren't making sense.
I think there's a reason they're not coming after you in person.
Puleng, stay alert and be safe.
What is it?
Nothing. - Nothing.
Ma, why are we taking this route?
Ugh, I think I took the wrong turn.
Puleng, are you okay?
Puleng.
Puleng! Ma!
Oh my God! You kids okay? Siya, you okay?
Idiot!
Fikile, I'm really very proud of how much you've progressed.
Which is why I think...
...we've come to our last session.
Of course, we'll touch base in six months or so.
But you, my girl, are ready for your new story.
What the fuck?
Hmm?
♪ Trust ♪
♪ Let me find you ♪
♪ In our story ♪
♪ Where our souls intertwine in glory ♪
♪ I can feel you in my spirit ♪
♪ My heart is bruised ♪
♪ And you're my healing ♪