Hey, you!
Hey!
Fuck off!
Are you hurt? Hey!
Puleng? Puleng!
It's paint.
- Hey, hey! Get away from my daughter. - Ma! Ma, relax. He's my friend.
What? Are you okay?
Who the hell were those guys, P?
I think it was some kids pulling a prank.
I'm calling the police. - Ma, please, don't.
Just leave it. I don't wanna make a big deal of this.
Let me call the neighborhood watch. They're supposed to be patrolling.
Come. Let-- Let's get you cleaned up.
You okay? - Yeah. It's-- It's just paint.
So you used his music without permission. Isn't that illegal?
People do it all the time, okay?
I didn't think it was gonna be such a big deal.
Well, it is a big deal, Chris.
And fuck all this shit. Let's just go to the police.
No, no.
As soon as you go to the police, your career's over.
- Word'll spread about what you've done. - What I've done?
It doesn't matter, Chris.
Both of you, relax, please.
I know I fucked up. Just give me a chance to fix it.
Hey, I know you don't get it,
but I'm really trying to do something here.
KB's track is blowing up, and he needs a win right now.
All that guy wants is some money, and then he's gone.
But where are you going to get it, Chris?
My parents.
I mean, I know they think I'm a screwup,
but I'm still their son.
Su-- Surely they don't want to see something happen to me.
- I think we need a drink. - Shh.
All right, they also seem to think it was just some kids on a dare.
I told you.
- Iván. - Yeah?
I'm sure you can see that Puleng is exhausted.
May be better for you to come back tomorrow.
Let her get some rest.
Yeah. Of course.
I'll call you when I get home.
I mean, I-- I'll call you tomorrow.
- Bye. - Excuse me?
Goodbye.
We'll talk tomorrow. Get some rest.
I found what you left for me.
Hello, Puleng.
You know, usually I try to be less literal when making a point,
but you just wouldn't listen.
Tonight, you dodged a bullet, but next time...
Who knows?
You're crazy.
I've been called worse.
This isn't a game.
We're having so much fun.
What do you want from me?
What I've wanted from the beginning.
Find Gregory Dickson.
The answers are right under your nose.
But why me? I don't know you or him.
Enough questions!
Do as I say,
otherwise your mom and everyone else will see
how good you are at...
doing Iván.
And if that isn't enough,
my friends can always go and pay Fikile a visit next time.
No!
No. I'll do it.
Good decision.
Just a bit longer, sir.
Actually, this is perfect. Thank you.
Greg.
Fikile?
What the fuck?
It was really hard to find you.
You're using a different surname?
It's my mom's.
A fresh start.
We need to talk.
He's been contacting me.
Oh, fuck no.
- Please, I don't want to talk about this. - Greg, wait. Wait.
Maybe...
Maybe it's time for us to just tell the truth about this.
'Cause...
Because lately I've been feeling like I can't breathe
and like I need to tell someone about what happened, and...
Hey, wait. Let's get one thing straight here, Fikile, okay?
If you decide to go--
If you decide to go blabbering now,
I am not the only person that will end up in prison. Do you understand?
You know this!
But I didn't do anything.
It's called...
It's called accessory after the fact.
And let's be for real, you wouldn't last a fucking day in prison, princess.
So I'd think very carefully
before you make any other suggestions or moves.
Okay, guys, can we go over this one more time, please?
For fuck's sake.
Okay, for the seventeenth time...
Grootboom's office has a walk-in safe. That's where the papers are stored.
Once everyone leaves, Grootboom will come and lock the safe.
Only he knows the keypad combinations.
Or so he thinks.
Head Girl is on the codes since she's Grootboom's office slave.
And anyway, you know these Gen X'ers,
they always write their passwords somewhere.
I'm coming.
I just need to get these reports out of my office. Hmm.
Miss Kahn, what are you doing here?
Sorry, sir, I was just handing in the minutes of your board meeting.
Meanwhile, the swimming gala keeps everyone else occupied.
Zayd will be our lookout.
He keeps Grootboom away.
The three of us enter Grootboom's office, we start trying out the codes.
We're only opening the boxes that we need.
After that, I put them back in the boxes. Tahira's on resealing.
And once we're done with that, we're out.
As simple as that. Mmm.
I think that covers everything.
Did I miss something?
Well, there's just one obvious flaw.
While I'm sure Zayd will make a very... adequate lookout,
how will he actually stop Grootboom
from leaving the gala if he really wants to?
If there's one thing I've learned about Grootboom,
it's that he's unpredictable.
So? How do we keep him at the gala then?
I've jotted down a few ideas.
One's a really easy fix.
A fail-safe.
Hey.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
I'm so sorry I missed your call last night,
but Iván told me everything.
I'm fine.
I'm more pissed off than anything.
But... [sighs] ...he's made it very clear that he's going to drop the tape
if I don't find Gregory Dickson myself.
I hate the fact that I have to give in to him, Fiks.
Then don't.
Don't give in to him.
And you know what? Fuck him!
You're letting him control you.
You know why I have to do it.
To keep your mom from seeing the tape?
Fuck, man.
I still can't reach my parents.
Don't you think we could ask your parents--
Fuck no. No, dude. You know what? Fuck this shit.
- We're going to the police right now. - Just wait. Just wait, okay?
We just need some intel on Ruff Beats, so we can negotiate with him, right?
Wade!
Hey, Wade!
- Hey, what's up, man? - What's up?
Listen, do you-- do you know Ruff Beats?
"Ruff..."
Why would I know who that is, Chris?
I just thought perhaps you guys came from the same area.
Where? Pinelands?
No.
I just assumed...
Yeah, it's just your unconscious bias.
No. No, come on, man. I didn't mean it like that.
- I was just trying to find out-- - I'm-- I'm-- I'm just joking, Chris.
Uh...
Ruff Beats? No, no, no, I've heard about him.
Yeah, look.
Don't-- Don't-- Don't mess with that bra.
Heard he cut off the pinkie toe
of a guy who parked in front of his house without asking.
Yeah, I know there's, like, limits to stuff that you can do,
but pinkie toes is--
Look, I-- I-- I need to go. Thanks for the chick...
I just wish I knew what all of this was really about.
You shouldn't worry about that.
What we need to do is find a way to get him off you.
Like, do something to take away his leverage, you know?
Like what?
It might sound crazy,
but I think you should tell Thandeka about the tape yourself.
Absolutely not.
Just listen.
Firstly, it's gonna take away his power over you,
and Thandeka's been through hell, dude.
Point of Grace, your dad, you being taken--
You being shot.
Exactly.
I think she can handle this.
I didn't think you would finish the flask.
- But are you better? - Hey, Puleng.
And Iván, right?
- Can we talk? I just really want-- - No, Leigh-Anne.
I think it's in your best interest to stay away from me.
That was a bit strong.
No, fuck her.
I mean, she's the reason why we're in this mess.
But forget her.
- What do you think? - What?
Should I tell my mom?
Why would you do that?
Because if I tell her, then that's it.
You know, she's the person
I'm most worried about finding out about this.
Plus, PoolBoy won't have any leverage over us.
Yeah, but are you sure you want her to know?
Of course not. But fuck, what choice do I have?
I mean, it's fine.
I-- I-- I just don't want your mom to pick up any of my secret sexy moves.
You know what I mean? It's like... it's secret.
We can't do this here.
Ah, no? Okay, so...
Let's go.
Where are we going? We have class.
When your mom sees that tape,
she won't let me near you again.
So, we better make the most of the time I have.
- Okay? - Mm-hmm.
Let's go. Come.
What are you doing?
Hello?
Who's there?
I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me.
Why would I hurt you?
The video of Puleng thing.
Of course. You're Leigh-Anne.
You don't even know who I am.
Sorry.
- I'm having a rough day, so... - Yeah, sure, whatever.
Just because I recorded that video doesn't mean that I sent it.
Everyone always seems to blame me
just because I run the gossip column for the Magazine Society.
But I would never do something like that.
Asanda! Asanda, hey! Hey, wait.
Hey, um, can we talk quickly?
Um, I just wanted to apologize about last night. I'm-- I'm really sorry.
All good. I kept myself busy.
Yeah. I heard you found someone.
What?
Look, I know I was a bit late, but did you have to leave with KB?
What are you talking about?
Well...
So you-- So-- So you didn't leave with KB? You don't fancy him?
Ugh!
Asanda, wait, please. Um...
Just give me one more chance.
Look, Puleng was in real trouble last night. I had to go.
Wade, it doesn't bother me that you care about your friends.
I think that's amazing.
Okay?
It would just be nice for you to make time for us if you like like me.
Do you like like me? I do. I do.
Do you like like me?
Mmm. My parents are out for dinner later this week--
Your-- Your-- You want me to meet your parents? Now?
God, no!
But...
I was thinking that, you know,
maybe we could meet,
and talk about how much we like like one another.
That-- That sounds nice.
It's a good conver-- conversation topic.
Stunning.
See you then.
See you.
I need a tequila shot before Chris gets here.
'Kay. Um, things must be bad if you need a shot before the date.
You all right?
Actually,
you deserve more from a partner.
And there's something I've been meaning to tell you.
Hey.
Hey, keep your hands off my girl, huh?
Not this again.
Hey. Look, Wendy, I know the past couple of days have been tough.
But I promise everything will go back to normal as soon as possible.
What's normal for you, Chris? 'Cause all of this is distracting me.
My marks are dropping.
And I need to get good results, the right way.
I'm not willing to stoop to the level of the Paulines and Zayds of this world.
Uh, um, sorry, what does Pauline and Zayd have to do with this?
It's just a hunch I have on them that they're cheating.
Their marks have gotten too good, way too quickly.
But anyway, that's irrelevant. Have you spoken to your parents?
Uh, yes. Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.
I've seen enough.
I knew you were having sex.
But, Puleng, this?
And with this foreign boy you've just met.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I didn't know anyone was filming it.
And that's what you're most concerned about?
That somebody was filming it?
I thought you were getting better, Puleng.
Am I that clueless?
Who's doing this to you anyway?
I don't know.
Probably some boys at school.
Thank God your father isn't here to see any of this.
- Ma, I'm sorry-- - Hey, wait.
Just let her process, okay?
Just give her some time. She'll come around.
Yeah?
Everything's gonna be fine, I promise.
I know what I said three years ago.
But this--
You said I could go to jail.
Mama said the same thing.
Why are you worrying about it?
It's all been taken care of.
- Put it behind you. - Uncle Matla, please just tell me.
If I tell the truth now,
can I still go to jail?
Yes, you can.
Especially now.
I just don't know what to do anymore, Julius.
I just-- I wish you were here.
♪ When I pull up ♪
♪ Baval'iminyango ♪
♪ And I came up like a ghost Yeah, yeah... ♪
You're gonna ignore me forever, huh?
I'm not ignoring you, bruh.
I'm just trying to figure out a way out of this mess,
where I don't end up in a cell next to my father.
Kind of gives a new meaning to Molapo and Son, huh?
Okay, it's a bad jo-- It's a bad joke, but it got you laughing.
Come on, bruh.
If we could get through grade-six camp, with those eco-toilets, together,
we could get through this.
Yeah.
But remember, the only way we got through that was 'cause of Reece.
She's always been the brains of this whole thing.
Maybe we should call her.
Hey!
Hey, yo, Reece. What's happening in the ghetto?
Listen, fuck you, okay. I'm still at a great school.
Yeah, but it's in Paarl.
No way!
Never in a million years would have thought
Tahira would be doing a deal with Pauline in broad daylight.
Must be Ritalin she's buying.
Shame. I heard from Lunga, who heard from Wendy,
that poor Head Girl is failing one of her classes.
She probably needs a pick-me-up to study.
I'd better go.
Hey, hey, why do they use air raid sirens to call you guys? Is this the '80s?
It's just fucking Paarl.
Bye.
Bro, I'm telling you they're up to something.
There's no way Tahira would take drugs just because she's failing.
But she's spending a lot of time with them.
And Wendy mentioned something
about Pauline and Zayd cheating on their exams.
Do you get where I'm going with this?
No, not at all, bruh.
But look, we need to focus on this Ruff Beats shit, all right?
Not the academic lives of some little potheads.
If it's not getting us out of this money jam we're in,
we shouldn't be talking about it. Yeah?
Why have you been ignoring my messages?
- Fuck you. - Excuse me?
That's not very clever for someone who has so much to lose.
I don't care. Do your worst.
You are about to make a very big mistake.
My only mistake was engaging with a pathetic, sad loser like yourself.
Go find someone else to do your dirty work.
Game over, PoolBoy.
Hey, Sam.
Have you seen Fiks?
Feel like she's been ignoring me these past few days.
Why? What happened?
Well, she was obviously freaked out when she found out what happened to you.
But even before that, when we found Gregory Dickson...
You guys found Gregory Dickson, and you didn't tell me?
Yeah, I just assumed that Fiks would've told you.
But anyways, it seems he was a student here at Parkhurst a while back.
He goes by Gregory Bower now, though.
I gotta go.
Wendy, can't we just forget about everything and just enjoy tonight,
like we used to?
I don't know, Chris. Did you get the money from your parents?
Not quite yet,
but-- but don't worry about it.
But they said they'd give it to you, right?
Hey, come on. Everything's gonna be fine.
I kind of like hearing how much you care about me.
How do you always get away with so much?
Ugh. Give--
Stop.
Okay, okay. You stare at some Greg person's photo
instead of me when I'm about to leave the city.
It's a good plan.
Sorry. I'll stop.
But you know what I don't understand is where was Fiks today?
She hasn't responded to any of my messages, and...
it's not like her to miss school.
Plus, she lied about knowing Gregory. Something's up. I just can't put my--
Hey. Stop overthinking.
Hasn't everything been sorted?
Well, if by "sorted," you mean me having to sneak out
because I'm grounded for the rest of my life,
or the fact that my own mother has ghosted me,
then yeah... everything is sorted.
Mm.
Let's get another one?
- Yeah, sure. - Yeah?
♪ When I looked at my compass It's spinning round... ♪
Welcome to Parkhurst's annual...
What's up, kids? All good?
We're on!
Let's do it.
♪ 'Cause I really can't do no wrong, no ♪
♪ Yes, I do this shit for fun ♪
♪ But the journey's been real hard ♪
♪ So I need to take it back To the start, yeah ♪
♪ To the beginning ♪
♪ Before everything got too serious ♪
♪ I'm tired of losing friends ♪
♪ And I'm not talkin' cemeteries ♪
♪ I got too many people turning on me ♪
♪ And I barely made that real money ♪
♪ I guess there's other things You could steal from me ♪
♪ Like energies or memories or ♪
♪ My reputation ♪
♪ Opportunities or my elevation... ♪
You know, maybe I should just ask my parents for some help.
Oh, man.
We'll find a way out without them.
Good afternoon, parents and guardians,
students and staff,
to our annual summer gala.
♪ Capable of anything ♪
♪ But I was indecisive ♪
♪ Of which path I should go on ♪
♪ But now I got my direction ♪
♪ And yeah, I'm finding my footing It took me long... ♪
- Let's go. - Where?
Trust me.
Come.
Next up, the ladies first in 100-meter freestyle,
followed by men's 100-meter butterfly.
Hey.
I thought you might not come.
Bhelekazi, uh, I still think you're getting back
into competitive swimming too soon.
But, my girl, I've never missed a competition.
And I'm not gonna start now.
Good luck.
- Mama? - Hi.
I thought you had a meeting today.
I did, but this is much more important.
- Are you ready? - Mm.
Now is your time, Asanda.
See these girls?
Especially that one.
When you get in the pool, I want them to tremble.
They should be scared.
- They should know they're going to lose. - Mama, I--
Don't interrupt me when I'm talking to you.
You're walking around smiling at some boy
instead of focusing on what you have to do.
- Don't disappoint me, Asanda. - Mm.
Hey, Mrs. Makeba. - Hey! Girls!
All the best for today.
And go easy on my baby. She's so nervous.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Hey. - Hey.
Oh, sorry I didn't get back to you last night.
- Was it urgent? - No.
Are you okay?
I'm actually trying to find out
why you didn't tell me sooner about finding Gregory Dickson.
Um, what do you mean?
Told you they were up to something.
Sam told me that you guys found him. Fikile!
He used to be a Parkhurst student.
Um...
Just... [sighs] ...let me finish this race first, and we'll-- we'll talk.
Fikile!
Come on.
Okay, but, um, this whole Parkhurst connection thing
has me thinking that maybe it'd be easier to find Gregory
if we looked into some archives or maybe an old school yearbook or--
But why, dude?
You've-- You're free of PoolBoy. Just leave it.
Fikile!
Please? Just promise you won't do anything until we've spoken.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
What the hell are you guys doing here?
Fucking Zayd.
These assholes are gonna ruin everything. Let's abort.
Calm down, Ethan Hunt. We're here to help.
Really, Tahira? You?
Oh, I really don't need judgment
coming from the guy stealing music to further his own career.
That isn't what happened.
Look, we can't do this, okay? I swear if you--
Hey! Don't worry, Tahira. All right?
With-- With KB's music blowing up, we both haven't really had time to study.
So we're gonna help you so everyone can benefit for the finals.
- You're in Grade 11. - You just stay quiet, little one.
And continue with whatever you were busy with in the back.
I mean, she kind of has a point, Chris.
Okay. I want all of you to listen.
I'm KB's manager.
And it's in my best interest to make sure that he passes,
so he can focus on his music.
Do you need a motivation letter as well, Head Girl?
Mm. - Look, we really don't have time for this.
Just stay out of our way until we're done, okay?
What?
It's not working.
Hey, okay, chop chop. Let's just take some photos.
Right, you can do the rest. Thank you.
Hmm.
On the blocks, please.
Hey.
Puleng, you reek a bit.
Yeah, sorry. I had a hectic night.
But I need your help with something.
Hmm?
I need to find something in the archives.
- What? Like-- Like-- Like now? - Yes.
No, man, Puleng, sure-- surely it can wait.
Take your marks...
Come on, come on! Let's go, Fikile! Let's go!
I had no idea my baby girl was this good.
Wow.
Come on, Fikile! Go! Go! Yes!
What's she doing?
Just stop! Stop it!
Fikile! Fikile, are you okay?
I-- I knew you would get hurt.
I'm okay, Tata. I just-- I got winded. I'll go to the change rooms.
Fikile! Please, let's take you to the hospital.
Brian, you're overreacting. She looks fine to me.
Don't tell me what to do with my daughter!
Your daughter? She's my daughter.
You couldn't just wait, could you?
Sorry, Wade. But you didn't have to leave the gala.
Of course I did.
Otherwise, you'd be here for days,
looking through those when you could just look through that.
The ex-student's name is Dickson. Gregory Dickson.
Got it.
I put the file on my flash disk, Puleng, so let's go.
We'll be taking a short recess before we return
to the men's 100-meter butterfly.
I think we should go, Puleng. Please?
Okay.
Move that one closer.
Mm-hmm.
Perfect.
Let's go.
♪ Motherfucker Trust that's an understatement ♪
♪ This shit feel like the matrix ♪
♪ I know she like my cadence ♪
♪ They say I'm too courageous ♪
♪ I remind 'em of David... ♪
Everybody! Head to the parking lot and arrange yourselves in your grades!
Arrange yourselves in your grades in the parking lot, please!
Fiks.
- Are you sure you're okay? - Yes.
♪ Twisting like Kama Sutra ♪
♪ Smoking that hallelujah ♪
♪ I'm thanking God I'm alive... ♪
Guys, are you still here?
Trust me, KB. We can sell these papers to the other grades.
We can pay off Ruff Beats.
Walk out in an orderly fashion.
Please, no running.
Keep walking to the designated areas.
- Um, hey. Thanks. - Yeah.
- Hey. - Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. Everyone's just being overprotective.
But where did you go? I-- I saw you leave.
I'll explain later. You just worry about getting better, okay?
Listen, okay?
We can charge up to R500 per paper.
So you still pass, and we can make some money.
I just found out about this plan myself five minutes ago.
You're gonna need one of these.
Okay. Let's go.
I just thought you wanted to hear how Fikile's doing.
Um, she just sent me a text. She wants me to come over.
And you?
How are you feeling?
What did I do wrong?
What do you mean?
Fiks is falling apart.
And you...
Am I being punished for my sins?
I knew you were having sex.
But seeing you with that boy like that...
Puleng, we have to do better...
...my child.
I know that with your father gone...
I'm sorry I let you down, Ma.
I wish I could take it all back.
But this is not your fault.
I'll do better next time.
Promise.
We'll get through this.
We always do.
Wow.
Uh, how do you have time to do all of these things?
I don't.
My mom kind of forces me.
Um... Yeah. I don't really care too much about it.
What do you care about then?
Hmm.
It doesn't matter what I care about.
I care about what you care about.
So, I have something I think you'd like to see.
- Me? - Mm-hmm.
Okay.
It's okay, we're alone.
Oh! Then there's something I think you'd want to see too.
Okay, wait, wait. Slow down, slow down.
Maybe you can dance for me first?
Um, dance?
Mm-hmm.
- Now? - Yeah.
Yeah. Uh... I-- I can dance.
Okay, um...
Uh... whoo!
Ooh!
Butterfly.
My hips don't lie.
- Come on. - Ballerina.
Kame-ooh!
Shh.
Tease. Ooh, shit! I can't split.
Ow!
- Oh my God. - Are you okay?
I'm so sorry! Are you okay?
- I'm-- I'm-- Um? - You're bleeding, you're bleeding. Yeah.
Hey, what's up? You've been on edge all day.
I just really need to speak to Puleng, and I thought she'd be here by now.
Look, I'm sure she's gonna be around soon, okay?
But hey, seeing as we're alone, I was hoping we could talk
about what's been going on with you lately.
What do you mean?
Well, you've just been so distant and secretive.
Well, that is rich coming from you.
You know what? This is not the night for this.
I think you should leave.
Hey, look, I'm sorry. We can talk tomorrow.
Trying to hide the truth from her was a mistake.
Puleng's like a dog with a fucking bone.
Please don't do this.
Do you want me to tell you what Puleng did today?
Because I know.
Enjoy jail time, princess.
This place is really beautiful.
Last night in Cape Town. I want it to be special.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Come. Get in. - Oh, no.
- Why? - I-- I can't swim.
Oh.
In that case, I'll just have to hold on to you the entire time.
- Come. - Yeah?
I'll help you. Yeah, come.
- Oh my gosh. Okay. - Come. Come.
Come.
I've got you. I've got you. Yeah. - Yeah?
- Whoa, wait. Wait, no! - It's okay, it's okay. I got you.
I've got you. It's okay.
- Good? - Yeah.
Yeah?
♪ An ocean of regret ♪
♪ And a river of despair ♪
♪ In the sands of time that's passed ♪
♪ In the dream that's in my head... ♪
Wait, are you sure there are no cameras in this place?
Yeah. I triple-checked.
- Triple-checked. - Triple-checked?
Triple.
Then we have to make the most out of it.
Huh.
Wade, I'm so sorry. I just got carried away.
No, no, it's cool, Asanda. I know. I think me too.
I think I was just a bit more nervous than usual because...
Because-- 'Cause-- 'Cause-- 'Cause...
- Um... - Mm?
'Cause I've never done it before.
I'm a virgin.
Wade, I know.
Well, there's no need to laugh about it.
- Oh, no, I-- - I think I should go.
No, Wade!
Wait, Wade, lis-- No, Wade, listen.
There's no need to be embarrassed
because...
the truth is so am I.
So am I what?
I'm a virgin.
You're a virgin too?
Fuck.
I just need to buy more time.