I don't think my family can come to a funeral in KZN on Christmas Day.
She used to lead people in the Methodist church.
And the village loved her as their own Gogo--
Be that as it may, I know my mother.
- Ma? - Hang on.
What is Dad doing?
Hello.
Tell me, can your apologies resurrect Gogo?
- No. That's not what I'm saying. - You're such a…
Please, please. I beg of you.
You know, it's just that moments before Gogo died…
- Take out your family's trash. - Yes, Ma.
Wait, Beauty, let me--
- On Christmas? - Yes.
Shadrack, where is the money you owe me?
I heard you're rich now.
Oh. Grace didn't tell me…
that you got your retirement money.
Look, take some money out of the red pot and use it to fill your tank.
We're going to Durban.
-We? -Serves you right.
You too, Grace.
Me? No.
If we were burying Val or Vusi, I'd understand,
but going all that way to Durban for a granny we barely knew?
I'm not going!
Did either of you consider that Beauty is all alone?
She needs us. All of us.
You'd go to Valencia's funeral?
Not even Satan would go.
Shadrack, go fill the tank.
Durban…
- Uncle! - Ah!
- Yes, Uncle. - Oh, my boy!
You've finally come to do the right thing.
- Yes. -Dini!!
Dineo!
Come and see. God has answered your prayers.
The whole neighborhood can hear you, Shadrack.
I present to you, your new son-in-law.
You're making noise!
Take it out. Go on, out with the letter.
- Letter? - Shadrack, just let him in.
Uncle, there's no letter.
Oh! That's a penalty.
When your uncles come over for the negotiations,
remind them that you're the one who messed up.
Get in and stop talking.
Sorry, Uncle.
- Hello, Ma. - Hi, Khaya.
-How are you? - I'm well. How are you?
- I'm well. - Yes.
Ma, is Tumi home?
Left early, I thought she was with you.
No, she didn't come to me.
Then where on Earth…
I found it. Our baby is going to be drunk on so much formula.
Bad reference, I know. He's going to need baby rehab after these.
- Hey, hey, hey! -Crap, what should we do?
Excuse me, why is the baby…
What is that?
Lydia said she'd explain. She said I must buy it.
Lydia, explain to Ma.
Why won't you listen to me when I say breast is best?
It's all the same. This has all the vitamins and minerals.
Listen here, as the Twalas, we breastfeed.
Look at him.
He's beautiful and strong.
I breastfed him until he was six years old.
Take this.
Why did you leave the baby at the door?
-What's wrong with you? -Sorry, there was…
I was… All right.
But, baby, at least now she knows about the formula.
Come on, baby, she's an old lady, and this is her first time being a granny.
She spoke about six years' experience.
No, Themba, man!
Vusi Twala. Which other Vusi do you know?
Honorable…
Listen, I'm sorry that I didn't accept your invitation for tea,
but I'll be in KZN this weekend and…
-I was thinking that-- -
Listen, Gigs, you have to help me out, man.
Are you fed up of politics? Register and vote D--
I've got it. Don't worry.
I'm not a Twala.
Insufficient funds, Vusi.
If you're going to lie, just make it believable.
Get out of there.
After our headshots are in the Sunday papers?
Is that when?
You see now?
Okay. Vusi, please tell me the truth.
And this house?
Vusi, we're poor. We'll be like the Sellos.
No, we won't. Not like the Sellos.
Do you hear me? Not a word. This ends here.
-Do you hear me? -Yes.
No. Sibusiso has his own problems, and Themba…
Do you want Themba to relapse?
I'm telling you, there's only one way
to cope with this funeral nightmare…
-After tears is too late. -Yes, brother.
That's why I've got my before tears right here.
Psst. Look.
My Mofolo connection calls it Black Skopas.
It can turn any occasion into a party, even a funeral. It gets lit!
-Drugs, Grace? -Goodness.
-Really? Drugs? -Shh! Do you want Dineo to hear you?
I'm just going to sprinkle a little bit.
What you're doing is wrong.
It's an old lady's funeral.
This is wrong in all languages. As Xhosa people say "iWrongo."
When crap hits the fan in Durban, don't come to me.
- What's going on here? - Huh?
What's going on with Shadrack?
Probably something about Succulent.
But if you're going to Lekhekhe…
Extra eyes.
- My child. -Yes, Ma?
Your father didn't want me to say.
I guess I could also contribute.
That's so wonderful, my child. Thank you. How much?
-I'll say 10,000? -Fifteen.
-How much will Lydia add to that? -Wow.
Okay, I'll cover Beauty's contribution as well.
What the hell is he doing here?
I don't know, but…
Go.
Siya, what brings you here? You're very far from Durban.
You should've called. I would've told you that there's no need.
What do you want?
I've come to fetch my mother's spirit.
Show me exactly where she kicked the bucket, please Mavrrr.
She didn't die here. Ma's spirit is not stuck here. Siya?
-What are you doing, Siya? -Mama.
I'm here now. You're safe.
It's me, Siyabonga.
I'm taking your spirit back home,
your real home,
far away from all the bourgeoisie and surrounded by white people.
You're ridiculous. You've lost your roots.
- Friday-- -I said Saturday.
Saturday is Christmas.
We can't bury our mother on Christmas. Who will come?
You know what?
Just know that I've already called
every single living member of the Twala Clan,
I texted her entire church,
and I sent Please Call Me's to all your comrades.
Uh, which reminds me, I'll need money for airtime. It's finished.
Yeah.
-You know what? -Eh?
"The eldest. The first born."
You should've been a stillborn
because Ma died under your watch as the eldest.
-It's so nice to be you, Siya. -It is.
Where were you all this time…
What have you done?
-Are you really doing that to my face? -Yes.
-I'll beat you up. -You won't.
-Try me. -Go ahead.
- What's that over there? -What?
Don't touch me.
I'm going to beat you up. Leave me alone.
Hey, you two!
-What are you doing? -It's him.
You're too old for this. We're in mourning.
Tell him to tell that to Aunt Prudence.
-Who? -Prudence?
She is already making preparations.
Aunt Prudence.
-Aunt Prudence? -Yes.
Let's go.
Yeah, I thought so. Go.
-I'll beat you up! -Vusi! Siya!
I'll beat you up.
Hello.
Here in eThekwini?
What were you expecting?
Uh, a bakery.
A bakery.
There are plenty of cakes in here for sure.
Mr. Mkhize.
Yeah, Mr. Mkhize.
He's here,
but there are no more auditions until the end of the holiday season.
Auditions? No, no, no.
No. I'm not auditioning.
Oh, I see.
You're here for the cleaning position, right?
Follow me.
The cake.
Wait here.
Grace, no, man.
What?
She's going to play gospel music all the way to Durban.
What? Gospel?
-Nonsense. In whose car? -Yours.
-Driven by who? -You.
-With whose radio? -Yours.
-I'll fight. - Let's go.
Move over.
Grace, what are you wearing?
We're going to a funeral, not a disco. Stop eating the scones.
We're playing gospel.
-Mmm! Let's go. -
We're ready. Let's go, Shadrack.
Looks like you never polished a porch in your life.
No, it's just that your father and I, we are looking for a new beach house.
Babe, bring Shaka.
What's wrong with you?
I didn't see that he was behind me.
Listen, from now on, I'm gonna handle everything.
You're messing up.
Make sure to keep Prudence and your brother in check.
We need to get to your granny's house
for all the funeral prep work. We've already lost a day.
We have to go to the Twalas now.
"We?"
- Come. Let's go. -Okay.
Stop upsetting me because the work is still not done.
I asked you a while ago to finish.
You have come from your homes to help me, but you're still not done.
Stop upsetting me.
Sibusiso, hurry up.
Hurry up, Beauty.
Don't rush the kids. Please. I told you.
-Hurry up. - You're late.
I apologize, Auntie. We came as fast as we could.
I don't care about all that.
The important thing is the body arrives tomorrow,
and there's still so much to do.
Everything is a mess, and you're only getting here now.
I've already taken everyone through their tasks.
-Really? -Yes.
Who's making tonight's meal for the guests?
We're the ones in mourning.
They must come from their homes already fed.
Oh my!
Siya was right.
Johannesburg has changed you.
You think you're white.
You've lost your roots.
- What's so funny? -
Listen up, your job is in the kitchen.
Go and wash the dishes.
Don't forget that tomorrow,
you have to come with me to go wash the body.
Uh, Gogo…
Who are you again? Ah.
-You must be the new bride. -Yes.
Listen here, new bride,
let's hope that one didn't teach you her cruel ways of Johannesburg.
- She arrived already like that. -Mama!
Now tell me, who's picking out the tombstone?
This is what I'm talking about. You don't know anything about our family.
We were thinking that we don't need a tombstone so soon.
We have to do it soon. It will save costs in the long run.
How about we save costs in the short run?
Let's stop talking.
Okay, we'll wait for Siya to get here so we can go pick out the tombstone.
You two are still standing here? Go.
My goodness.
Sorry, Granny.
- Listen here, you two. -Yes, Granny?
I want you to go and pick up the biggest cow.
Get something my sister Esther would've been proud of
if she was still alive.
-Are we clear? -Yes.
What did you say?
Since she lost weight,
I thought the cow should be skinny, too.
Just shut your mouth.
Listen here, you, as the oldest wife,
you need to know your place.
Go to the bedroom and sit on the mattress. That's what I want.
-Aunt Pru… -Uh-huh?
I think I'll sit on the mattress,
but maybe I should help around the house too.
What can you do around here
with all that makeup and your fake lashes?
My goodness.
Hey, you!
On the mattress.
Stop shouting at me.
-I'll shout at you. - You're always shouting at me.
I'm squashed in a car with no seat belt or air conditioning.
It doesn't get serviced. If you'd told me, I'd have taken the bus.
You wanted a free ride.
Brother, when did I change my clothes?
Don't you remember we stopped at the gas station and you changed?
Do you think this is a party? You've been smiling all along the N3.
-Are you crazy? -
Just stop shouting.
Where were you taking this blanket?
-Just stop shouting at the child. -Whose child? Yours?
Look what the KZN heat is doing to her.
Dineo can tell that you're high.
Sit down.
-Don't eat anything. -Huh-uh.
Don't even talk to anyone.
Hello.
-Hello, Zwide. -Who is this?
It's Alpheus' cousin.
Vusimuzi. Siyabonga.
What brings you here?
Death never knocks on the door.
He's unarmed. I can take him.
Take him.
-He's got a gun! -
Your mother sent Tumiza with this.
Why is she hiding?
Hide and seek.
-Go away. -No!
- Grace! -Brother, it's Tumi!
I told you to sit down, to not eat anything,
and not talk to anyone.
-Give me back my hat. -Ahh!
Give me back my hat.
Let's go.
Grace, come.
Shadrack, what is going on with you and Grace?
Tumi isn't here.
Honorable minister…
Yes, Tumi isn't here.
Tumi is over there.
-Where do you see Tumi? - Come on, Grace.
Where do you see her?
She's here!
You see now?
- See? - Get out.
- What did I say? -Shut up.
I knew you were crazy, but this is downright cruel.
What possessed you to bring this man here?
Listen, I was just doing what Gogo Twala wanted.
Piss off!
Don't talk to my daughter like that.
Don't say piss off.
My Esther was and still is the love of my life.
- Goodness! - What?
That's not true.
He's crazy.
- She wanted to be cremated. - My goodness!
You see now? Where do you get that from? You're crazy.
Where do you get that from?
- You see, my boy… -
You see, my boy, when you dance with the devil…
It's welcome. Be prepared to burn.
Sir, what would Gogo Twala say about your behavior? Uh-uh.
- This is not Tumi's fault. - Yes!
Piss off.
My mother will not be burnt. It's not our culture.
Let me teach you something, my boy.
Tumiza, let's go.
-Move. Come on. -
Let's go.
Honestly, I did not know this was gonna happen.
Piss off.
Tumiza! Come.
What. Hang on.
We're going to burn her once.
When she gets to Hell, she is going to burn for a second time.