[Matla] Everyone, Puleng.
-Puleng, everyone. -[Fikile] Can't believe she's here.
Why did she even come?
[Nwabisa] Never mind her. Just smile.
Something's going on.
I promise you. I didn't know.
It's true. It's all me.
I made a last-minute phone call to invite family friends over.
I didn't think you'd mind.
Come. Let me introduce you.
[chuckles]
-Puleng, lovely to see you again. -[clears throat] Likewise.
Ah, yes.
You're friends with Fikile.
Thank you.
[Fikile] Hey, Dad.
When Matla told me that KB has a new girlfriend,
I didn't realize it was you.
[laughs]
KB is like a son to me.
[Puleng] I know.
I saw the pictures the last time I was here.
[phone vibrating]
Oh, you can take it.
I know you kids of today are incapable of keeping away from your phones.
Yeah. [laughs]
You're just mad 'cause we can use the apps on our phones, Dad. Come on.
-[laughing] -[Puleng] Um...
Please excuse me.
[Matla] Instagram? I've got an account.
[sighs]
[phone vibrates, chimes]
[Wade over phone] Dude, you need to call me.
I found something on KB's dad,
and I think he might be the key to finding out the truth about Phume.
[knocking at door]
[Nwabisa] Is everything okay in there?
Here you are.
Is everything okay, sweetheart?
You look like you're about to drop.
Um, I'm just a little hungry.
Oh, we can fix that.
Come along.
[Matla laughs] Please, please, dig in.
[Nwabisa laughs]
It's lovely. Compliments to the chef for me.
Hey, absolutely. [laughs]
[Nwabisa laughs]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone chiming]
[KB] Puleng, are you okay?
Are you sure?
Ever since you got back from the bathroom you've been checking your phone.
[in Sesotho] Leave her alone.
[in English] Puleng's fine. She just needs to get used to us.
See how harmless we are.
[guests laughing]
-Harmless? -[Matla] Yeah.
[man] Ever seen a jaguar on the hunt?
[laughing]
[Matla speaking Zulu]
[Nwabisa speaking Zulu]
[phone chimes]
-[man in English] Apocalypto. -[Matla speaking Zulu]
[guests laugh]
[in English] In other news, we heard about the commotion at Parkhurst.
Something about a student and teacher affair.
It's a media fest. The school's reputation is gonna be ruined by this.
[woman] I wonder who the student is.
Puleng, you must be very impressive
to already be part of the student magazine.
You were looking for baby pictures of Fikile the other day
for the school magazine, didn't you say?
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the kid to watch.
She was even schooling me
[in Zulu] on music.
[laughing]
-[in English] So kid to watch, tell us, why did you transfer to Parkhurst?
Okay, can you adults chill with the over-enthusiasm?
Sweetheart, we're just curious.
It seems like your girlfriend has been doing a lot of digging.
Oh, the campaign interview you did on Fikile.
That was priceless.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I please introduce you
-to Christiane Amanpour... -[phone chimes]
our South African scene and leading lady.
Hey, what's going on here?
[Nwabisa] Sweetheart, what's going on?
[Puleng and Fikile] Nothing.
Puleng, what do your parents do?
Her Dad's Julius Khumalo.
He's been accused of trafficking his own daughter.
Stop it, Fiks.
-That why you transferred to Parkhurst? -[KB] Fiks?
Oh, sorry, and there was fighting at your old school, right?
I would think more than anyone, you would know not to trust what's in the media.
-Puleng, just let it-- -My dad is innocent.
Oh, yes, and he'll soon be in the clear.
At the trial.
I'm sorry?
The Khumalo kidnapping trial starts in a few days.
Damn it. It hasn't been released in the media yet.
I just assumed that you'd know.
-I heard it discussed in my office. -[clears throat]
[Puleng] May I please be excused?
Puleng? Puleng? Puleng?
Puleng?
[KB] Fuck this shit.
[theme music playing]
♪ Blood ♪
♪ Blood and water ♪
[man] Welcome to the Parkhurst High Short Film Festival.
The next movie will commence shortly.
[phone chimes]
Wade? [chuckles]
-Hey. -Hey.
Didn't think this was your scene.
Your mom has me doing film reviews seeing that Wendy's been pulled off.
She roped me into taking free photos.
Ah.
-There's a theme here. -Free labor?
Child labor.
[both laugh]
Wendy's going to freak out when she hears that I'm doing the film reviews.
It's her thing every year.
[man] Ladies and gentlemen, the first movie's about to start.
Let's make our way to the Founders Hall, please.
Um, aren't you coming?
I'm meeting Puleng in a bit.
Oh.
-Yeah. -Okay.
Wait.
Um...
Maybe popcorn first?
[suspensful music playing on TV]
-[door closes] -[woman screaming on TV]
I thought I was only supposed to pick you up at ten.
It's okay. It's alright.
[door slams shut]
[Siya] What's wrong with sis Puleng, Mom?
She's weird these days.
She's...
just being a teenager, [in Zulu] my child.
[sighs]
[in Zulu] What's wrong, Puleng?
[in English] Did that boy do something?
Your trial's in a few days.
I thought we said no more lies, Baba.
[in Zulu] Or were you planning to go without saying anything?
I was going to tell you, Makhu.
[in English] I am so sorry.
I didn't want you to panic until I knew how things panned out.
-I wanna go to your trial. -[sighs]
Why not?
It's a trial, sweetheart.
The things you're going to hear...
about me...
Would it be true?
Some.
Some of it will be lies wrapped in truth.
I'm just glad you're back, Papa.
I'm scared.
[sighs]
[exhales]
Took it from Matla's stash.
[exhales]
Your folks won't be happy when they smell weed on you.
I'm already a disappointment.
What's one more?
Did you know Chad's wife was pregnant?
Did you know he was married?
Don't do that. Don't judge me.
And what was that with you dishing out Puleng's business?
Puleng left me out to dry at school.
She's not as sweet as she pretends to be, KB.
[phone chimes]
Just delete the group.
[phone chimes]
Maybe I deserve it all.
Yeah, whatever. Just delete it.
[phone chimes]
You know, I just don't know what's going on with me anymore.
Lately, I just feel so stupid and confused.
Yeah, tell me about it.
I just let Puleng leave like that.
I mean, she didn't exactly wait for you to stop her.
Why do you like her so much?
[exhales] Why do you like Chad?
You know...
I've been good at everything my whole life.
And everybody's always told me what I was supposed to do.
But lately, I'm questioning everything.
Like, do I even really like swimming?
But with Chad...
Chad is steady.
Was steady.
And ready to carry me.
That's why I loved him.
Is that why we never worked out?
'Cause I'm not steady like that dick who couldn't choose
between a pregnant wife and a teenager?
Fuck, it doesn't even matter anymore.
Puleng's great, you know?
She has me thinking about my life a little more seriously.
But just when I think she likes me,
she pulls away.
Maybe I'm-- Maybe I'm pulling away.
[sighs] KB...
I'm really sorry.
I didn't want anyone to get hurt.
♪ Hey, now, hey, now, hey, now Hey ♪
♪ Hey, now, hey, now Hey ♪
[Nwabisa] Bhelekazi, it's time to go home, sweetheart.
♪ Hey, now, hey, now Hey ♪
[Zama] What exactly do they have on your dad?
My parents won't tell me anything.
They won't even let me go to the hearing.
You can go if you want to.
Do you mean just pitch up?
What's stopping you?
That's more you than me.
This is nice.
You know, us talking like this.
Yeah.
[sighs] Things are so crazy at Parkhurst right now.
After you told Chris my real surname...
Chris and Fikile made a horrible video
-of me and Dad. -He did what?
Maybe it's my fault.
I should've just been honest from the start.
No! You have every right not to tell anyone what you don't want to.
I swear, if I set my eyes on Chris, nè?
[Zama's mom speaking Zulu]
[sighs]
[in English] Look, friend, it's going to be okay.
You'd like to think you're some wallflower,
but ever since we were kids, you always stood your ground
with teachers and kids.
You got shit done.
So, maybe you're reluctant to find out more about your dad
because you're scared of what you'll find.
Zama?
Why do you have a hockey stick?
Girl, have you seen the people my mom brings to this house?
[laughing]
[electronic dance music playing]
Isn't it crass to be dealing everywhere you go?
-[scoffs] -I'd happily pay for your booze,
but you'd quickly drink me out of my very large pockets.
I've been drinking you out. We share a tab.
And bitch better have that money.
[chuckles]
[phone chimes]
Heard from Fiks?
[keyboard clacking]
[chuckles]
Really messed things up with Zama and Mark.
[scoffs]
Can't you all just get along and get it on?
Uh, I was joking.
I'll see you later.
[whispers] Let's talk.
[Chris and Mark moaning]
[Chris] I swear, that's not what I had in mind when I asked to talk.
[radio] Broadcasting across the Cape.
Western Cape, this is Darren, Sherlin, and Sibs
on KFM mornings!
[man on radio] My goodness me. Have you seen the story
that is rocking the foundations of the city today?
[Thandeka] What is this guy doing?
[radio] ...swimming coach with a pupil.
[woman on radio] And I mean, this only took place yesterday,
already it's everywhere.
[man] But he said he was really just trying to teach her breaststroke.
[laughter on radio]
-Do you know who this girl is? -No.
It's not you, is it?
What? No.
Because if it is, I'd be disappointed, of course,
but we'll figure it out, okay? Together.
Look, I know that I haven't spoken to you about sex in a while, and...
things between your father and I--
Ew, Mom.
Why would you think this girl is me?
Because people make mistakes.
And you have been acting very strange ever since you started at Parkhurst.
All these secret phone conversations,
staying out late at night.
-Where were you last night? -At Zama's.
I needed to talk to someone
[in Zulu] about Dad's trial.
[in English] Why are you not speaking to me?
I thought you'd be happier, Puleng, especially now with Ubaba moving back.
Instead, you are more distant.
Even Siya can see it.
That's not fair.
When was the last time you played a game with him?
What were you doing in the garage the other night?
-Ma, are you stalking me? -What is going on?
Letting go of Phume is very hard.
Okay, but I am trying.
For you and Siya.
I'm sorry, Ma.
Me too.
It's just that we are going to have to band together.
As a family.
So, are you having sex?
[in Zulu] No.
[in English] With this KB boy?
-Ma, please. -I'm just saying.
-Sixteen's too young. -Yes, Mom, thank you.
-[sighs] I need to talk to you. -How'd dinner go?
That voice note you sent me...
Yeah, I was doing some random searching on social media.
-Random? -Yeah.
Okay.
Saw a post from KB's dad.
Dug deep and then I saw that his firm repped
an adoption agency
which was apparently part of a trafficking syndicate.
But he was so nice.
I can't believe this.
Look, Mr. Molapo's at the center of everything.
As the adoption agency's lawyer,
he could've covered up the illegal adoption.
Listen, Wade...
[sighs]
I'm just tired of hurting people around me because of these investigations.
Besides, I was just doing this to help my family.
I wanna move on now.
So I'm done.
But are you not seeing this?
Mr. Molapo defended Point of Grace, which means Fikile--
It doesn't mean that she's my sister.
Nor does it mean that she's not truly a Bhele.
All this proves is that KB's dad is just really good at his job.
Whatever, Puleng. Your father still needs your help.
You can just say you're not helping because of KB.
I should have stood up for you last night.
I'm so sorry, Puleng.
We should lock ourselves away.
Give us a real chance.
We could run off to a forest...
and disappear forever.
I'd just need to take my studio equipment.
My skateboard.
-My herb. -[laughs]
[indistinct chatter]
[Daniels] While Parkhurst has now been forced to deal with the viral videos
concerning your daughter
and Mr. Morgan publicly...
it has also come to our attention that a vicious chat group has been set up
to humiliate Fikile.
Have you seen the trash that these kids are saying?
We're on it.
But we also have to acknowledge
that Fikile is not innocent in all of this.
[Nwabisa] He's a grown man
who took advantage of a 17-year-old child who happens to be my daughter.
We're all on the same side here.
Then you will agree that the coach must be fired.
-Absolutely. -Mr. Behle, it's already done.
And he must never ever be allowed to work with any other child.
Fikile is of consenting age, Mr. Bhele.
-Mr. Morgan did not break any laws. -Spare me the legalities, please?
He didn't take advantage of me.
Mama, Dada, I'm sorry to disappoint you all,
but Chad didn't take advantage of me.
[Daniels] Mr. Morgan has been dealt with.
And fortunately, Fikile's identity has not reached the press.
-And it will remain like that. -[knock at door]
-[woman] I'm sorry, but they're here. -Nicole...
I don't need to remind you
the amount of money my husband and I donate to this school.
I'm going to make one thing very clear.
I want the culprit
who's responsible for this group chat found.
[indistinct chatter]
[clears throat]
Good morning.
I'm Nicole Daniels, principal of Parkhurst High.
You've probably all seen the video
of the argument that took place on school grounds.
This altercation occurred due to a staff member
being accused of having inappropriate relations with a student.
At Parkhurst, we do not take such accusations lightly.
Mr. Chad Morgan has been relieved of his duties with immediate effect,
and the student,
whose identity will remain private for her protection,
is undergoing counseling.
Thank you.
-Does she respond to your messages? -[door closes]
-Hey. -Hey.
Where were you last night?
The Short Film Fest.
To do reviews.
I can't wait to read your review.
[laughs] You know, the films are usually just trash anyway.
Maybe that's why I enjoyed writing about them.
Well, I had good company, so...
Company?
-Wade. -Wade?
Tahira, I love you,
but that is a bad idea.
I just think he's nice.
Besides, he's a junior, so...
Okay, Tahira.
[Chris] Hey...
why weren't you at the club?
[professor] Okay, class, let's begin.
-Hey. -Hey.
-You ready to go? -[Puleng] Wade?
You can go go. Gotta go go go.
Wade, where's the meeting?
♪ Now I'm not still a brah Who like to talk a lot ♪
♪ I play my music loud The neighbors call the cops... ♪
Sorry for dumping all that on you last night.
I'm just really sad about Chad.
I was upset too.
Look, I really like Puleng.
I don't wanna ruin what I have with her 'cause of last night.
[Puleng] What happened last night?
Sorry I was rude to you last night and about my mom.
Um... thanks?
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ We gotta go, another show ♪
♪ Now put 'em up Now where you at? ♪
♪ You go over there... ♪
Hey. Um...
So, any plans tomorrow after school?
[fizzing]
I'm not getting into this with you.
With all due respect, Mrs. Daniels...
I thought as the first female principal of Parkhurst,
you'll take matters of sexual impropriety more seriously.
Coach Chad loses his job, and Fikile just gets counseling. What kind of--
How I decide disciplinary matters is not your concern.
Fikile is the child in this situation.
But so am I, ma'am.
But I lost my magazine. What for?
[clears throat]
I'd like to say something.
[indistinct chatter]
[chuckles]
Zama.
-Bitch! -[Siya gasps]
-Bitch? -How long have you been here?
For like an hour or so.
You look weird. What's up?
[scoffs] She's a teenager.
Yeah, but my parents don't know I'm going to court though.
I'm coming with you.
We can bounce school like the good old days.
-[laughs] -Yeah?
-Yeah. -[phone chimes]
-[in Zulu] Fikile's the side piece? -Hmm?
[laughs]
[in English] I knew no one could be that perfect.
How did the press find out about this?
[indistinct chatter]
[car horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
[door opens]
[in Xhosa] How is such a simple high school story
making such waves?
It's because it's Parkhurst.
[in English] We need to consider moving her out of that school.
[Fikile] I don't wanna move.
[Nwabisa in Xhosa] Oh, my heart.
My baby.
[in English] Evidently,
your principal has no control of that school, sweetheart.
[in Xhosa] Don't even get me started with that Puleng girl...
[in English] I knew she was trouble the minute I laid my eyes on her.
I don't care about Puleng.
I'm not moving.
Fikile!
Fikile Bhele?
[in Xhosa] Hey, what's wrong with you, young lady?
[in English] Nwabisa, please!
Nwabi...
[in Xhosa] No need to be hasty.
[in English] The school year is almost over.
If you think this "rich boy coming all the way to the other side of the tracks"
act of yours is cute, think again.
What?
I just missed how sexy you are.
Well, you've seen me. Bye.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
You're not only using the things I tell you against my friend,
but you're also screwing men.
His name is Mark.
Oh, wow.
[siren blaring in the background]
Kisses only fix things in rom-coms.
I like movies.
Shut up, Chris.
Zama, I really like you.
[stuttering]
I think we should try dating again.
And Mark?
I like Mark too.
-Wow. -He's mature, come on, and kind.
I think the three of us could make some magic.
[in Xhosa] Polygamy?
[in English] How the hell is that gonna work out?
Look...
I'm sorry I exposed Puleng, okay?
She's done way worse to my friend.
Puleng has been through a lot.
I mean, she wouldn't intentionally hurt Fikile.
You know, she's liked the girl ever since her birthday party.
And I always tease her
and say that she has, like, a fixation, you know, like Fiks-ation?
[KB] It's cool, right?
[Puleng] Whoo! Oh.
Hey. Hey, whoa. I got you.
[Puleng laughs]
Just close your eyes. Come here.
Close your eyes.
I've never felt anything like that before.
I used to do it before I picked up skating.
I would stand right there, and it would piss everyone off.
[both chuckling]
But I just didn't care.
The sound of the wheels, dude...
was so soothing.
Yeah, and I just wanted to show it to you,
especially with how tough your transition into Parkhurst has been.
By the way, our song is playing on the radio this weekend.
-[chuckles] What? -Yeah.
Oh, my!
[sighs]
I'm so proud of you, KB.
I love you, Puleng.
Yo, KB, party tonight.
[Puleng] What the hell are we doing at school?
[skater] You're about to find out.
[whooping]
If the alarm goes off, people are getting busted.
Be still, sister. We do this all the time.
[KB] I mean, we can still go home if you want.
Uh, no.
YOLO, right?
[skater 2] Yeah!
[KB] Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
[cheering]
Wait. Wait, wait.
What?
-Let's catch up with them later. -What? Are you okay?
So...
I realized I was pretty awkward at the skate park earlier.
-Yeah, sure, it's cool. -No.
It's...
[clears throat] I've been nervous about what's happening between us.
I've never really had someone I could rely on.
It's really nice to have someone that I can really count on.
And kiss on.
No one has ever told me they loved me like that before.
And I've never said it to anyone.
What if...
What if the more we date, you discover things about me
and you realize you don't wanna be with me anymore?
I love you, KB.
♪ I sing for joy ♪
♪ I sing for you ♪
♪ I sing for love ♪
♪ I sing for you... ♪
[moaning]
I need to tell you about something that happened.
I don't care.
I love you.
♪ I sing for love ♪
♪ I sing for joy ♪
♪ I sing for you ♪
♪ I sing for love ♪
♪ I sing for joy ♪
♪ I sing for you ♪
[police siren blaring]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
Baba.
Thank you.
Baba.
[Siya] She's back.
[in Zulu] Puleng, where have you been?
[in English] We've been trying to call you.
Is that alcohol I smell on you?
I was out with friends.
Baba, why are the police here? Are they here to take you?
No, Makhu, they...
Somebody broke into the house.
Thankfully, they didn't steal anything.
Yeah.
They didn't take my Xbox. How stupid are these thieves?
[sighs]
So who are these friends that you were out with?
-Drinking? -[police, in Xhosa] Whoever broke in here
[in English] wasn't looking to steal anything.
[Julius] What could they have been looking for?
-[police] Not sure. -[fading] I am talking to you.
[police] You have a pending criminal hearing?
Perhaps this is linked to it. Has anyone noticed [in Xhosa] someone unfamiliar
[in English] lurking about the house recently?
Maybe even a car parked outside.
[Thandeka] I am talking to you, Puleng. Answer me.
Puleng?
[panting]
What is wrong with you?
We have been worried sick about you all evening because no one could reach you.
What's wrong?
They took my laptop.
And exactly why were the cameras and alarm turned off last night?
Oh, wow, Wade.
I love that one.
[both chuckle]
[Puleng] Can I speak to you for a minute?
Okay, I guess I'll be back.
-Somebody broke into my house last night. -Did anyone get hurt?
Well, my laptop was taken.
And the DNA test kit, which I never even used.
Isn't that strange?
Whatcha thinking?
So for the past few days, it's like...
[sighs]
...it's like someone's been following me, a car.
A dark SUV with some emblem on it.
It followed me last night to school.
-Am I being paranoid? -What were you doing at school last night?
Wade?
Am I being paranoid?
It's probably nothing, but if you feel like you're being followed,
you should probably let someone know.
[exhales]
I'm sorry. Um...
Describe the emblem again.
Well, it had... it had something.
It looked like ripples or a hook or an anchor.
I don't know.
Do you know the Sotho word for river or stream?
Sidebar. We need to talk about Nguni privilege.
Okay, Brenda Jaxa.
[chuckles]
In Sesotho, a river or stream is often referred to as Molapo.
Molapo?
As in KB's dad?
No.
Is this the emblem?
[sighs]
Mr. Molapo defends Point of Grace agency,
the very adoption agency involved in trafficking babies
and changing identities.
Mrs. Bhele couldn't have any children.
Then, out of nowhere, she has one with a wrongly dated birth certificate
by Brenda Jaxa.
[muttering]
And Mrs. Bhele had a panic attack in the meeting with my parents.
It's not 100 percent proof, but...
Puleng...
you know what this means, right?
[sighs]
Puleng?
Fikile is my sister.
[chuckles]
[breathing heavily]
Puleng?
[breathing heavily]
Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?
[sniffs]
Is this about last night?
No. I just...
I need to go home.
Okay, well, let me take you then.
I don't regret anything about last night.
[Brian speaking Xhosa]
You're not doing anything! Make them get out!
What do you want me to do?
[Nwabisa] I don't know!
[sighs]
["John Cena" by Sho Madjozi playing]
♪ I don't know why You treat me like a criminal ♪
♪ We were just together though... ♪
You're the most beautiful...
♪ Some wanna get buff like John Cena ♪
♪ We used to be cool When I used to come through ♪
[screaming]
[Riley on video] Are you happy? Are you happy?!
-Ma'am, you need to leave! -Get off me!
You broke my family.
[Fikile] I'm sorry.
You're-- You're sorry?
I hope you're done. I've requested an Uber for you.
Are you sure you want me to leave?
Six months pregnant.
By yourself?
-[phone chimes] -Your Uber's here.
Where are you going?
That is none of your business.
I'm meeting a colleague.
What, do you want me to pay a cancellation fee?
For fuck sakes. I'm a charity case to you, aren't I?
Oh, shut up, Chad! All I've done is love you!
All I've done is make room for you!
Room?
What room, when it's all about Riley's career that pays for everything?
I will not apologize
for being able to afford a lifestyle that we both wanted!
What do you want from me?
I was the one who stood by you through your injury.
I'm the one who helped you get your life back on track.
Back on track? You never wanted a high school coach.
[scoffs]
Poor Chad fucking Morgan.
Sleeping with every tramping student that'll open her legs for him,
just because he can't handle being taken care of by a grown-ass woman!
I never asked you to take care of me, Riley!
Do you know what? Just get the fuck out of my house!
Get out! Get the fuck out of my house!
Leave! Leave!
Just go!
-[sobbing] -[door closes]
[steam hissing]
Baba?
What would you do...
if you could help out one person that you love...
but it would mean hurting someone that you really care about?
I guess it depends who it is.
[in Zulu] But what's going on, Makhu?
[in English] Solving our problems is not your job, Puleng.
We're the parents.
Come here, [in Zulu] my child.
[in English] The trial will soon be over.
And I'll be right back here.
You'll see.
I know I promised to save Dad, Siya.
But...
is it fair to mess up KB and Fikile's life in the process?
[Fikile] Do you ever feel like a spectator?
Watching your own life pass you by?
[crying]
I was four when I nearly drowned.
My mom found me.
And after that, she signed me up for swimming classes.
But lately, I'm questioning everything.
Like, do I even really like swimming?
[water splashing]
[Chris] What were you doing?
Trying to remember why I like the water.
It's just...
It's been a difficult week.
Try a difficult few months.
Ever since your birthday party.
[sighs]
Zama said something the other day.
Apparently, Puleng's had this fixation on you
before she even moved to Parkhurst.
She even used the word fixation.
You met Puleng at your party, right?
The next thing I know, she's transferred schools and interviewing me at Parkhurst.
No, wait.
She was at the inter-house gala with my bag.
Then suddenly, she changes her surname, and she cozies up to you.
[sighs]
I say we go to her locker, see what we find there.
No.
If Puleng has a problem with me,
she'll tell it to my face.
[attorney] Your Worship,
the defendant, Mr. Julius Khumalo,
is being charged with assisting
in the planning and performing of a crime
against his own child,
an infant by the name of Phumelele Khumalo,
in violation of Childcare Act 74 of 1983.
[judge] How do you plead?
Not guilty.
Baby Khumalo was abducted from the hospital
mere hours after she was born.
The state will prove that on the 14th of May, 2003,
three months before the birth and abduction of baby Khumalo,
that the defendant
registered his child
with an adoption agency,
Point of Grace,
an agency that has since come under investigation
for the participation in child trafficking.
The state will also prove
that the defendant
engaged with the agency
with the specific intent
to give up his own child.
And that in the three months prior,
told his wife
to get an abortion.
And despite her refusal...
Here you go, sir.
[Matla] Hey, Puleng.
No school today?
Of course.
The trial is today. I'm sorry, my girl.
But do you need a ride home?
My driver can take you.
Won't be necessary, sir. Thanks.
Well, if you insist.
But be careful.
Little girls shouldn't wander alone in this part of town.
Why are you here, sir?
I'm a defense attorney keeping tabs on a case of interest for a client.
Who was that?
KB's dad.
Oh.
Zama...
I need to tell you the truth about why I moved to Parkhurst.
I...
[phone chimes]
[sighs]
Fikile?
Can we finally settle this now?
You didn't just come here 'cause you got into trouble at your old school, did you?
Now, I thought it was cute at first,
your obsession with me since my birthday party.
I'm not obsessed with you.
You just don't understand the truth.
Then tell me the truth!
All I know is that ever since we made contact, you've been sabotaging me.
-My friends, my-- -We need to speak when you're calmer.
Okay? You don't understand.
I'm talking to you, Puleng!
Please, stop.
Why are you fucking with my life?
♪ I can hardly breathe ♪
♪ And I can hardly see ♪
♪ But I can't forget you ♪
♪ No, I can't forget you... ♪
Give that back.
♪ And I can hardly see ♪
♪ But I can't forget you ♪
Please.
It's not what it looks like.
Fikile...
on the 16th of August, 2003...
my sister Phumelele Khumalo was kidnapped at birth...
the same day you were born.
I don't think...
I don't think you're who you think you are, Fikile.
[panting]
What I'm trying to say is...
I believe your real name is Phumelele Khumalo.
My sister.
[sniffs]
♪ Take me higher ♪
♪ Blood ♪
♪ Blood and water ♪
♪ Blood ♪
♪ Blood and water ♪
♪ Blood ♪
♪ Blood and water ♪
♪ Blood ♪
♪ Blood and water ♪
[music fades out]