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[birds chirping]
[car engine revs]
[train horn honking, siren blaring]
[''Good For That'' by Cassper Nyovest playing]
[car engine accelerates]
♪ Give me 20 million 'Cause I'm good for that ♪
♪ And I keep on winning cause … ♪
Spotter one is in position.
Hillbrow spotter in position.
Chili, our van is set. Comms check.
Chili, Van.
I'm crossing Mandela Bridge.
-It's on! -[car accelerates]
♪ Yeah I am that nigga ♪
♪ I do what I want -There’s nobody bigger ♪
♪Nobody bigger oh shame ♪
♪ Ya'll wish I was with it for real ♪
Van, spotter. The truck is pulling up.
Chili, the van with gold has arrived.
All right. I'll be there in five minutes.
All right.
-Let's do this! -[dramatic music plays]
[traffic noise]
[siren blaring]
-[man] Van, spotter. The armored truck has just arrived.
-[people chattering] -[upbeat music playing]
[camera shutters clicking sporadically]
[man laughing]
-[upbeat music continues] -[people chattering continues]
[hyena laughing]
[footsteps approaching]
-[heavy bag thuds on the table] -[tense music playing]
[theme music plays]
[heavy bag thuds on the table]
Hands on the money. Hands on the money.
-[man in distance] I'll be right back. -[siren blaring]
-What? -[tense music plays]
Shoes, this is bullshit.
Total bullshit. It'll never work!
Name the people we took to court in the last two years.
-Nkunzi Brothers. -Nkunzi Brothers.
Six months. Suspended.
Okay, go. Next.
Cocaine Brothers.
Retrial,
then acquitted.
Don't play with me.
That’s why we need better evidence.
If we don't get his hands on the money,
then what will happen?
There's no conviction.
This guy here?! This thug?! Look!
Look, look, look! Huh!
He sends people into the belly of the earth, Shoes!
To dig with their bare hands.
Children are dying everyday!
I know, man. I agree.
Remember what happened the last time we took him to court?
He paid the prosecutor and was released.
Be honest, brother. Be honest.
There was no case there, dude.
Our case was really weak.
Weak?!
[door clicks shut]
Listen to me.
This is what's going to happen.
-I'm taking him out. Permanently. -[tense music playing]
We are officers of the law,
not murderers. I have small children at home.
Two kids and another on the way.
I won't go to jail over nonsense like this.
Hey. I'm asking one thing from you.
Keep your hands on the money. Hands on the money. Hmm?
-We’re going to need a better briefcase. -[chopper humming overhead]
[clipper clicks open]
[Chili murmuring] No man, Shoes,
what you got me into?
What kind of a place is this?
[Shoes] Just fashionistas.
Relax, brother. You look great.
You look like a peacock.
-[shoes laughs] -Hey, fuck off, man. No, I don't.
[laughs]
[phone rings]
It's a call from home. I'll get back to you.
What? Come on, man, we're here now. What's wrong?
Hey man, my wife is not okay. She had cramps earlier. I'll get back to you.
-Okay, sure. -Hold on. Just wait.
-Baby? -Shoes.
[panting]
-[sobbing] It's time. -What? Now?
-Shoes, now. -Now?
Now. Now!
-Now, now? -Right now! Come back.
I'm in a situation that's quite hectic.
-I'll be there -[children chattering playfully]
-as soon as I can, okay? -Hmm…
-Okay. -Okay.
-All right. Okay.
-Okay. -[bag unzips]
[car horn honking]
-[door bangs shut] -Okay. I'm back.
-Are you alright? -[groaning] Er,
Yes, I'm Okay.
So is it a boy or a girl?
I hope it's a boy.
Chili, Junior.
[giggles] You're mad. Get your own children.
-He'll probably come out green. -[man laughs]
Listen, brother.
I'm proud of you.
You're doing great.
[in Tswana] Wow.
[In English] Thank you, thank you.
It's the truth.
Let's push this through.
Let's finish this.
Let's do it.
[upbeat music playing]
[hyena groaning]
Hey! [laughs]
There is the man.
The man himself.
A thug of all thugs. -[hyena cackles, snarls]
The Hyena Man.
The dog of all dogs.
The underground hunter of gold.
Motherfucking thug!
Gangster top dog! [laughs]
Easy, Chili. Easy.
In the village where I come from,
in the land of the Rerhabu and Uzithonga Zithathu,
I am the unstoppable.
Train of the Mpondo people.
The train that goes all day and all night.
I'm the man with all the power.
-Big dog! -[hyena snarls, laughs]
You see,
when a hyena laughs,
it means that the ancestors are not happy.
-The Spirits are angry. [growls] -[hyena continues laughing, snarling]
You see this one?
This is Jonga.
-Jonga! -[Jonga snorting]
He protected me as a small boy,
from a young age.
-He's watching you. -[Jonga snarling]
This hyena?
This scavenger?
I'm a lion.
I'll eat him alive.
Don't upset him, please. Don't upset him.
No one disrespects the hyena. It'll eat you alive.
It will rip you apart.
-That's bullshit! -[tense music playing]
-Where is the gold? -[fake gasp]
My guy, easy! Easy.
You know that cops lie. Did you know that?
And crooks are liars and deceitful.
But…
[laughs]
-the gold… -[Jonga laughs]
-The gold never lies. -[tense music crescendos]
Show him.
-There we go. -[dramatic music playing]
Aaargh!
Very well.
Let's see.
[groans]
Wait!
[bag scratches]
Listen,
do you see this briefcase?
Hmm?
Take a look…
It's crocodile skin.
And over here, is the skin…
of a snake.
This is my gift to you.
[tense music playing]
[Jonga snarling]
[Jonga crying]
-[groaning] -[Hyena continues crying]
Go on and kill him now!
[Chili grunts]
Here!
[both grunting]
[Jonga snarling]
-Get him, Jonga! -[Jonga continues snarling]
[yelling] Get him, Jonga!
[Chili grunts]
[gunshots firing]
Shoes, he's getting away! He's getting away!
-Move! [groans] -[ladies scream]
Shit!
[crowd screaming]
-No. Stop him! -[crowd screaming]
[Hyena Man grunts]
-[Chili] Move! -[people screaming]
Move!
Move! Shoes!
[Hyena Man grunts]
[yelling] Main exit!
[groans painfully]
Are you good?
Sure. Valet, fetch the car!
Fuck!
[car tires screech]
Hey, screw you!
Hey, you asshole!
Hey! Hey!
Hey, you asshole!!
Hey!
[panting]
[dramatic music continues]
-[grunts] -[traffic noises]
[Chili panting]
-He's fast. -[clippers buzzing]
[shaving machine]
-Hey! -[Hyena man panting]
[people screaming]
Shoes, go to Hillbrow.
He's going to Hillbrow.
-I'm on my way! -[car engine revs]
Out of the way! Move!
[car engine revs in distance]
[panting heavily]
Old man, [panting] hold this bag. I'm a cop.
Okay? Hold this bag. Don't open it.
-I'm serious. Don't open this bag! -[upbeat music playing]
[music playing]
Chili, come in?
[upbeat music playing]
[car tires screech]
[yelling] Hey!
-Hey! -Use your gun, man!
Oh, man, I can't just shoot in the city.
Drive! Move!
[upbeat music continues]
[Hyena man panting]
[panting] Where is he?
[street men laughing]
You bloody fools!
♪ One, two. One, two. ♪
-[car screeches] -Hey! Hey, man!
Hey, Chili, come in.
[Shoes] Come in.
[yells] Ah! Fuck!
[Chili pants]
[music]
[Hyena man coughing]
[car engine]
[police siren]
-Fuck off! -[traffic noises]
Get out of my way! Watch out!
Get out of my way! Come on!
Shoes, where are you?
He's on the Mandela Bridge! Shoes, where are you?
-I'm on my way. -[pager beeps]
-[train horn blaring] -[car accelerates]
[panting]
-[tires screeching] -[Hyena man panting]
[mobile phone ringing]
-Baby? -[crying] Shoes. The baby is coming!
Hang in there. Just wait.
You know I can't wait.
Yes.
-[panting] -[dramatic music continues]
Shoes, come here.
Where are you?! Come! Come right now!
[panting]
Shoes, come right now!
-Baby! -[screaming] Ah!
-[Hyena Man sighs] -Shoot, Shoes!
Shoes, shoot!
-Baby. -Shoot!
-[train horn blaring] -[dramatic music continues]
[Chili] Shoot!
-Shoot, Shoes! -[woman screaming]
Shoot! Shoot, damn!
-[Hyena Man groans] -[woman continues screaming]
[growls]
[panting]
-Shoes! -[car accelerates]
Where the hell…?!
[grunts with exertion, panting]
-[train whistles] -[upbeat music playing]
[yells] Got you!
[both groan]
[grunts]
[labored] I said I'll catch you.
[both groan]
[Chili grunts]
I'm going to kill you.
-Chili! -[Chili panting]
Don't do this, dude.
[groans]
[gun cocks]
[panting continues]
I'm serious, brother.
[panting]
-[Hyena man groans] -[panting]
-Where's the gold? -[upbeat music continues]
[Chili panting][music]
[Hyena man groans]
[upbeat music continues]
[telephone ringing]
[traffic noises]
-[bag thuds] -[old man sighs]
-You didn't open the bag, right? -[old man groans]
Don't undermine me.
I used to be a drill op.
There was an accident.
Dynamite explosion.
I lost my arm.
and then,
I got laid off.
I know gold, my boy.
[sad music playing]
I worked with it.
[panting]
I'm really.
[baby crying]
This…
is not gold.
It's an iron called pyrite.
-Fools Gold. -[traffic noises outside]
[sighs deeply]
[police siren blaring]
[Brigadier] Gentlemen,
you know what they say?
"The peach that is delicious,
is tasty, that is sweet, is the one,
that has worms."
Therefore, the Hyena Man
will be released.
-Why? -Why?
Don't ask me why.
Lack of evidence. That's why.
I'm telling you we have footage of him taking the money.
Hey! All you can see in that footage,
is a cop trying to shoot and kill the accused,
after this one was deceived by a big bag.
Full of iron-pyrites-what-what, worthless rocks!
Do you know how I got into this position?
Youngest Brigadier in this building.
And female.
I see you that
you think I dropped my panties.
Not me.
I…
have the General right here.
Me and no one else
is taking care of his pockets.
[laughing] Yes.
This gold, I promised him a share.
Now, I must pay from my own pocket. My own money
or else I'm out on the streets.
Do you see how you're costing me?
Hmm?
Seriously, do you see?
It's been so long, my friends.
So long…
that I've been trying to get you an upgrade.
Listen to me…
it's for your own good.
Hmm?
[scoffs]
But wait…
I don't want to, woman.
Well, in that case,
Go to the basement.
-Basement? -Now!
[Shoes] With that old man Van Zyl?
-[Chili grunts] -[Brigadier] To learn your lesson,
with that "Black Danger".
I'm not working with that Boer. Understood?
If you're telling me you don't want to go down to the basement,
-there's the door. -[tense music plays]
-It's wide open. -[siren blaring in distance]
[police badge slaps on the table]
I'm out.
Don't worry, Brigadier. I'll talk to him. Okay?
-Hey, Chili. -What?
-What are you doing, my brother?
That woman is sick.
Hey brother, she's just doing her job, man.
-What's the matter with you? -Wake up, man!
What's wrong with you?
Brother, I have kids. Please consider that my brother.
I have mouths to feed.
From now on,
I'm no longer a cop.
We achieve fuck all.
-Chili. -[mmh] Moshoeshoe.
Ma'am?
Without that man out there,
you are useless shoes.
[footsteps receding]
[upbeat music playing]
[Hyena man laughing, then groans]
-[traffic noises] -[ram bleating]
-[mobile phone buzzing] -[car accelerates]
[car engine rev]
The Ten Commandments. Do you know them?
-Yes. Yes! -Do you know them?
Tell me one.
-Yes, boy. -Don't steal.
But what happens,
-if they steal from you first? -[boy chuckles] Wow!
Mmmh! Huh? Another one?
-Yes, boy. -Don't sleep with your neighbor's wife.
[children laughing]
Then what happens…
if her husband is deceased?
Huh? Hmm?
One more. Yes, boy.
Do not kill.
[Chili] That's bullshit!
[children in chorus] Chili.
God said, "Kill the Amalekites.
Man, woman, infant and child. Kill them all!"
[Priest] Context, Chili. Context.
What about the fifth commandment?
-Honor your parents. -[boys] No!
Did they honor us?
-Mine abandoned me! -They left me on the streets!
I was born in a toilet. Why?
-Is that respect? -[boys] No!
Order.
-Did they respect us? -Order!
-Did they respect us?
Give us moment. I need to speak to Chili.
Be strong. You hear me?
Alright.
This building is dilapidated
Look at the ceiling there.
[Chili] Maybe you should get a new place.
-[Priest] Get a new place? -[Chili] Mmm.
[Priest] How? How will I pay for it?
I do not get the money from the Council anymore.
These people are corrupt.
And I owe the bank a lot of money.
-[Chili] How much? -[Priest] 15 grand
a month for ten years.
[Chili whistles]
I'm going to close this place.
-Really? -Yeah.
What about the kids?
[children playing in the background]
I got a call from Shoes.
[Chili mutters] Here we go.
He said that you're resigning.
-Chili? -Yeah?
-Maybe I could work here, with the kids. -[children chattering in background]
Uh-uh.
-You're a bad influence. -Why?
I want to show you something.
-What now? -Come.
Here.
Do you remember this picture?
You and Shoes, five years old.
You went swimming. Hmm?
You were drowning.
And this fool was trying to save you,
but he couldn't swim either.
When I heard your screaming I came running.
You never thanked him.
Listen, Uncle.
I definitely know I made the right choice.
-We're making no impact. -[laughs]
You became a cop to make an impact?
-Yes, sure. -Don't talk nonsense to me.
To make a difference for these kids.
You became a cop, Chili
because you wanted these kids to see you.
Walk the streets like a big shot. [mimic gunshot] "There goes Chili."
No, man. Come on.
Do you know who keeps you under control?
It's Shoes.
Without him, you'd be in jail right now or dead.
-You want to make an impact? -Sure.
Then show these kids the power
of love and friendship.
Show them that you care.
When they see you two as cops together,
that is the impact.
[children playing in distance]
[kid yells] Chili!
[sad music playing]
[phone keypads clicking]
[mobile phone pings]
-[dogs barking in distance] -[door clicks open]
Hey, man.
I just got your message to come out.
Do you want to work with this Boer?
How will I work without you?
Huh?
[clicks tongue]
-You should go. -[wistful music plays]
Thank you for saving my life.
I love you, boy.
[chortles]
[police siren blaring]
[Jonga growls]
[tires screech]
[Jonga growls fiercely]
[Jonga whimpers]
[Van Zyl] Aaah!
The lady of 12 ambitions and thirteen accidents.
-[men laughing] -[Brigadier] Hey,
don't just open your mouth and talk,
Van Zyl. I'm not your maid.
We've discussed this. I have no use for these men.
[Brigadier laughing] No use?
You know, Van Zyl,
at the age of 16, I was forced into exile.
-Oh, please. -[Brigadier] 11 years, I used
a White man's face as my shooting target.
[Van Zyl] Probably missed.
When I was given control and power
over this Afrikaner graveyard…
Yes, graveyard.
I was far from ecstatic.
But then,
I took a look at your conviction rate.
100%.
-Correct. -[Brigadier]Yes, but it's been six months.
[Brigadier] Six months!
And if you,
have nothing for me,
it means I,
have nothing for the General.
You know I don’t give kickbacks.
Who said anything about kickbacks?
Huh?
Who?
What I want to know is where the hell are my fucking arrests?
How many targets has this gang hit, huh? Answer me.
-We are building a case. -Ah,
come on, Van Zyl.
You? You're building nothing.
Look at you.
Because you light-skinned idiots sitting here,
will never, ever
know anything about a dark-skinned gang.
[Chili chuckling]
I choose my own team.
[laughing]
Let me be very clear.
There is no floor lower,
than basement.
You are never going to convince me.
Colonel?
Brigadier?
-Lieutenant. -[Brigadier] Yes, Shoes?
Chili and I, we know this crew.
The Gold Gang,
famous in the township for giving to the people.
Word on the street is that they heist gold,
and then they disappear,
like ghosts.
Even the gold, is not seen again.
Your point, Lieutenant?
You have suspects,
but always an alibi, right?
-We can help you. -[Colonel chuckles]
We can help you catch them in the act.
Okay.
So what does the street say about these?
Krugerrands.
Untraceable gold coins, hmm,
-showing up all over Alex township. -[coins jiggling]
So…
the gang is,
making these out of the gold they steal?
How would they do that, Lieutenant?
[men laughing]
The thug,
-Jonga. -[tense music playing]
-Is he one of them? -Who?
Him.
The Hyena Man.
Yes, I believe where he takes his gold to be refined,
the gang takes it there too.
Yeah, this gang hangs at this gangster club.
We call it the Alibi Club.
Gangsters commit crime,
same night they go there to make alibis for each other.
On what night did you say these targets were hit?
Monday. Why?
-Open Monday. -What?
Open Monday. That's the only night the club is open.
[clapping] Can you see? Just five minutes with us Blacks
and more progress than the last 40 years.
Cause I'm adding Apartheid.
Oh, for fucks sakes.
[Shoes] Colonel.
Chili is well known at this club.
He can infiltrate this gang easily.
[man 6] Join them for iNumber Number.
-Yes. -iNumber Number?
A job. A heist.
-Then, we take them red-handed. -[tense music continues}
-[upbeat music playing] -[club chatter]
[Gert] Tracker is active, Colonel.
-Thank you, Gert. -[sniffs, sighs]
[van doors click shut]
Lieutenant.
Sit with me.
I heard about your partner.
I know what people say about Chili
but he's our number one undercover.
Piet's police coffee.
Coke. Grandpa headache powders.
Yes, with a touch of brandy.
That's it.
You know,
I used to have a corner office.
Top floor.
And when Apartheid ended, they sent me down.
The basement.
All the Black officers I trained, promoted over me.
One of them is sitting in my corner office right now.
Mmmh!
You think it's fair?
But I never resigned.
[drink fizzes]
I worked harder.
They gave me the impossible cases. I solved them.
That's my legacy, Moshoeshoe.
Perfect record.
It's all I have.
We won't let you down, Sir.
[club chatter upturns]
[club chatters heard from the audio wires]
-What are you doing, man? -What's wrong with you?
Look at me. What is wrong with you? What will you do?
What are you gonna do about it? Huh?
-Hey get your hands off me. -Hey, what are you doing?
What are you doing, anyway?
And why are you grabbing me like that, man?
Let go of me, now.
[whispers indistinctly]
[glass shatters]
What the hell is he doing?
He's getting their attention, Sir.
Oh! Makaveli the Don. Tupac Shakuur.
[cork popping]
Last number.
You see what I see?
That piece of shit.
Yes, in the right outfit, for sure.
[sign language] Maybe he could work.
Hmm! Let's test him.
What you're doing is dumb.
Aarrgh!
My dog, touch my blood.
Big man. Original gangster.
Who's this fool?
They call me Seeng. Standing over there, my sister, Dimo.
My brother, Dikeledi.
And you? What's your name?
Chili.
I'm Chili Ngcobo.
Why did he use his real name?
Less lies.
Less ass-covering.
Hey, my dog.
I feel like the dog of all dogs.
A real baller. Eh…
Actually, I feel better than everyone.
You're a big shot, right?
-You throw money out of the window not me. -[Seeng sniggers]
My brother.
[Dimo] We're spreading love. That's all.
[signing] We're wasting our time with this guy.
You call it from the air? Eh?
Traffic cop?
-[Seeng] Big mouth. -You have a big mouth. My brother is Deaf.
He might be Deaf, but he sees.
I want to see you
give this money to the needy,
not these greedy crooks in the streets.
Let me show you something.
You see these kids?
Kajama Home for abandoned children.
Next time you want to show off,
help these children!
You grew up there?
Yeah.
My mother abandoned me.
My old man didn't give a fuck about me.
I grew up on the streets.
[snaps fingers] He's got them.
Where do you get your money?
He wants to know if you're a dog or a fat cat?
Come, let's drink.
We don't drink.
This is non-alcoholic, brother.
[whistles] While fools drink,
the clever get rich.
Let it burn.
Burn them all!
-What did she say? -[shoes scoffs]
She said, "When fools drink, the clever get rich."
[Van Zyl] Ah, they're gonna do a job tonight.
We've got them. Put the task team on standby.
[man 7] On it, Colonel.
Go!
-[Colonel] Go, go! -Men, hurry up.
[Colonel] Do your best!
[upbeat music playing] [indistinct chatters]
Let's go.
[music heard from the audio connection]
Sir, please stop it.
[excited]
[Shoes chuckles] Come on, Sir.
Men, we must focus.
[Colonel] Yes shoes [laughs] that's how we do it, men.
[Van Zyl] No, no, no. We must--
[in Tswana] Come on, sir.
[indistinct chatters] [Man excited sounds]
[Van Zyl laughs]
-[music interrupted] -[microphone feedback]
[Van Zyl] Hey! Whoa!
[crowd yell in disappointment]
Get lost!
Hey, you broke bastard!
-Asshole. Come here. -[whipping, swooshing]
You're poking a snake in it's hole. Huh?
I mean, who do you think you are?
-Do you know who I am? -[crowd murmuring]
[indistinct chatters]
[whipping, whooshing]
-[both grunting] -[crowd cheering]
[voice in crowd] Yes!
[glass shattering]
Chili?
Chili, we have to go.
[men shouting]
[man groans]
[Dimo] Let's go!
[commotion increases]
[Colonel] They're moving.
[notification tone dings]
[Dimo panting]
[Dimo] Come! Let's go.
[Dimo] Hurry up!
[dog barking]
-[panting] -[traffic noises]
-What's going on? Huh? [panting] -[dog barking in distance]
Who are you?
Are you some kind of gangster?
-[sighs] -[car horn honks]
Police.
What?
-[signing] He's a cop. -[traffic noises]
He's reeling them in.
Fucking hope so. Bastards.
But not anymore. Not anymore.
Guys, I promise you, bullshit procedure and corruption made me quit.
But you. You… you are the gangsters.
You need me.
You need a guy like me.
Why is that? Why?
I know how cops operate. I know how they think, man.
Dimo.
-[signing] What do you think? -[dog barking in distance]
-[sighs] -[dramatic music continues]
My brother trusts you.
Listen,
we're not gangsters.
There's a purpose to what we do.
We've dedicated our lives to it.
You can't come in here and mess that up.
Understood?
Sure.
Okay, listen to me now.
Take off all your shiny cloth.
Tonight…
you prove yourself.
Listen, guys. He's in.
-[tense music playing] -[traffic noises in distance]
[Van Zyl groans]
[flames burning]
[Moshoeshoe] We've lost comms.
Colonel, the tracker is also off.
[Van Zyl] Where are they?
Oh there. There!
[Van Zyl] Come on, follow them! Go!
[people cheering]
[engine revs]
[Van Zyl] Where the hell are they?
Must be a jewelry store in the mall.
[upbeat music playing]
There!
[Dimo] This crooked jeweler,
works people in the township like slaves.
They make fake jewelries and he sells them for a fortune.
And he pays them a fuck all for it.
-[clicks] -[unlocks the door]
[Seeng] Five minutes.
-Fuck. -[alarm beeping]
[Dimo] These people, you know them?
[man] Please.
[Dimo] Open it.
Take everything that is gold.
Don't leave anything behind. Let's go!
There!
[jewelry clinking]
-[chuckles] -[upbeat music playing]
[Dimo] Shit!
Cops!
Let's go!
-[Van Zyl] Go, go! No shooting. -[dramatic music playing]
[Chili] Go!
[Van Zyl] Go!
Go! Go!
-[Van Zyl] Gert! -[Shoes] Clear.
[Van Zyl] Fuck.
[Dimo] Give him your clothes.
Goddamn it!
Back to the van. Let's go to the van!
[Van Zyl] Do you have any leads, Fanie?
[Dimo] Small hills give birth to mountains.
[yelling] Find them!
[iNumber Number theme song playing]
[theme song continues]
[engine whizzing]
[smooth Jazz music playing]
[Dimo] Yeah!
[Seeng , chili cheering, whooping] Yeah! Yes!
[screaming and shouting]
[Dino whooping]
[laughing, whooping]
[laughing]
-[Dino] That's the one. -[laughing]
[dramatic tune playing]
[fire sizzling]
[Chili] What is this place?
Come this side.
This is where we live.
This is our crib.
You guys are too clever. Huh?
[Chili] And this?
[Dimo] Come.
[hot flames crackling]
[mother] My children,
I ask from the fires of hell, what the devil is this?
Who is this lousy person? Answer!
[Dimo] Mom,
[In English] please before you get angry,
take a good look at him.
[signing] Do you see what I see?
Mom, we'll finally be able to do this.
[Van Zyl] Why did he dump his microphone
and his tracker? Don't even answer that.
Bastard.
Lieutenant, [sighs]
-[police siren] -[Van Zyl sighs]
-your friend has turned. -No, Colonel.
Don't use a short stick to scratch a big lion’s balls.
I know what you're doing.
[jewelry clinking]
What are we doing here?
This is where we melt the gold.
This old lady presses it into sheets of gold.
And then, we cut it.
Feed it into this beauty.
1970 SA mint.
Then we make coins.
[machine whirls then locks]
Can you believe it was sold for scrap?
Bloody idiots.
We mint Krugerrands.
100% genuine.
[chuckling]
-[Dimo] That coin is legal tender. -The money is legit.
You can walk into a gold exchange with one of these bad boys
[Seeng] and they'll give you 20 grand, cash.
No questions asked.
[chuckling]
But what I'd really want to know,
what's going on with my face?
Hmm?
-You're protecting him. -No, Sir.
Lieutenant, there's a culture of crime in this country,
and your friend is feeding it.
-I'll go to his place. -You do that, Lieutenant.
And you find out what this gang is planning
or I will arrest your friend.
And I'll lay charges against you.
[Dimo] Lerotholi Thoriso I, dictator of Lesotho,
our home country.
This is his son, Lerotholi Thoriso II.
We call him Thor.
Huh!
Listen, I've met him.
You're the same height.
You even have the same swagger.
If we use some pillows to give you a tummy, then add a cap
-and sunglasses. You'll look the same. -And then?
[Mom] Thor
took control of our country's only gold mine.
and promised to share the wealth with the people.
Instead, he brings the raw gold to South Africa,
for his own gain.
The thief comes to steal and to waste it.
[signing] Our plan is perfect. We will succeed.
-[phone ringing] -Come on come on.
Come on, man. Come on, Chili. Chili, come on.
[sniffing][panting]
So how long have you guys been thieves?
[Seeng] Uh-uh
[Seeng] We're not thieves, we're activists.
-[Chili] Oh! -[Seeng] Yes
My father started a resistance against the dictator.
We left Lesotho after they murdered him.
One day, I will avenge my late husband.
Our mother is the best gold coin forger in all of Africa.
She taught us the three most important things in life.
Number one, take from the fat.
You hear.
-Number two. -Huh!
[singing] Party like a rockstar.
-[Seeng] Yes, yes, yes. -[Dimo] Oh yes!
-Number three. [whistles] -Yes.
-Give back. -Give back.
You've seen our sacred space.
Don't disappoint me.
-[Mother] Amen. -[Dimo] Amen.
[Seeng] Amen.
[phone dialing tone]
[groans softly]
[sad music playing]
My brothers give their share
to NGOs and orphanages.
And,
this is my way of giving back. Let's go.
[coin clinks]
[laughing]
This one is for you.
So tell the truth…
You're stealing this dictator's gold?
Last year, he brought in over a ton.
[chuckles] And you…
can handle that?
-I don't have to. -[Chili] Oh…
They bring it to the Joburg Gold Refinery.
They turn it into gold bars worth 500 million.
That's what we want.
Jozi Gold?
[clicks tongue] You know it's impossible to break in there.
-[Chili mmh] -[Dimo mmh]
We're going to take that gold.
-Return it back to Lesotho. -[birds chirping, cawing]
[gym metals clinking]
So this is where you hide, mister?
[pants] Not here, man!
-Come. -[dog barking in distance]
Listen,
this gang,
steals gold, turns it into Krugerrands,
then gives them away.
They live in a scrapyard.
They're thieves, these people.
No, man. Bullshit!
They're doing something good.
When have we made any impact?
Listen.
The home we grew up in,
is in trouble.
Father Kajama only has six months and then he has to close.
I want to buy them a new home.
That thing is going to cost a lot.
Okay, sure. This gang,
they are busy planning the biggest job of all jobs.
The mother of all heists. That could help us.
Brother.
Help me, Shoes
so I can help them.
Let's help the home that raised us.
Shoes, just do one thing for me please.
-Police stays out of this. -[tense music plays]
-Let's go. -[Shoes breathing heavily]
[Chili] Give me this one. Let's go.
Give me this one.
[baby crying]
[woman] What if he gets caught?
Won't he snitch on you?
[Shoes] That man is my brother. We've come a long way.
-He wouldn't do that to me now. -[baby whines]
[woman] Look,
Promise me one thing.
As our kids are growing up,
I don't want Chili to be their role model.
-That must be you. -[baby whines]
[door clicks open]
[Dimo] Come in.
There's someone I want you to meet.
He has inside contacts at the refinery.
They know when the gold is coming from Lesotho.
Yes, sure. We need that.
[hot fire sizzles]
It's you, thug!
[Hyena Man groaning]
[metal rod clinking]
What the hell?!
-[Hyena Man groaning] -[Chili screams]
[Dimo] What are you doing?
That bastard ripped me off a 100 grand!
Sold me fake gold!
-He's a cop! -I was a cop!
I was a cop!
You can't trust this man.
-[Chili] Let me finish him! -[Dimo] Chili!!
-Chili, listen for a second. -Let me finish him!
Listen, we need him. Okay?
He knows when the gold is coming.
-[Hyena man groans] -[Dimo] Chili!
We need him, okay?
Where is my hyena?
-What? -Chili.
I'm not talking,
until Jonga,
is brought back here.
[groans]
[suspenseful music playing]
[Jonga whimpers]
[gasps in fear]
[Jonga growls]
[guitar strings playing]
[children playing in the background]
-[cage opening] -[Jonga growls]
[door bangs]
Thank you, brother.
So, what now?
You're working with the enemy?
Fuck, no.
-I'm not. -Then what?
-[car hooting] -[indistinct chatters]
Jozi Gold Refinery.
Jo'burg Gold?
That corrupt place,
allows dictators with their gold through the back door.
This conflict gold is stolen from their people.
This gang wants to give it back to them.
That's their impact.
And this?
It's a tranquillizer.
You'll need it.
[car engine]
[bottles clinking]
Johannesburg Gold Refinery.
Jozi Gold.
Well done, Lieutenant.
When? Hmm?
Shoes, you need to find out.
[keyboard clinking]
[Dimo] On the day they refine the gold, he stays here,
Gold Reef City Hotel and Casino.
[Seeng] That's where we make the swap.
Then we return to the refinery. Get "your" gold,
jump on the plane,
fly to Lesotho.
You mean we will be in the dictator's plane?
Do you have a better idea?
Look, the dictator of Lesotho.
[Shoes] He nationalized the only gold mine in the country.
Very controversial.
He also has a private jet.
Lanseria Airport, landing request in two weeks.
[signing] We must be invisible.
They wont see us coming.
I got you.
[Brigadier sighs]
[sniffs]
Listen here.
Don't you dare mess with me.
Do you hear me? I owe you nothing.
You would be rotting in jail,
but who helped you.
-[chains unlocking] -[Jonga growling]
[baby cooing]
Get out of my face.
You disgust me.
Keep quiet.
You have no idea what I can do.
The gang's best chance
is to hit this refinery armored vehicle.
My team will secure the airport.
[Police] Come! We have no time.
Let's go!
[Van Zyl] My team will follow the gold.
All right men let's go!
I've put a chopper in the air.
They don't stand a chance.
-It's time. -[upbeat music playing]
Good day, gentlemen.
You are welcome.
Come on! Come, come. Move! Move!
There we go. Yes.
The gold is on the move. Let's go.
Copy that, Captain.
-Gold is on the move. -[Van Zyl] Good.
-[in Afrikaans] Fanie, Ops.
-Gert and I are on the target's tail. -[Van Zyl] Roger, Major.
[car siren] [Helicopter sounds]
[tires screeches]
Casino!
[Shoes] They are going to hit the armored vehicle when it leaves.
Naturally.
They want the certified gold bullion.
[police] Ops, Fanie.
The dictator is leaving the refinery.
Should we follow them?
Lieutenant, find out where they're going.
Major, follow in one car.
Gold Reef City.
-Dictators love to gamble. -[upbeat music continues]
Hey man, let us inside so we can see what's happening.
Shit. Okay.
Welcome, sir. We hope your room meets your expectations.
Enjoy your stay.
[sprinkler nozzle]
[men grunt]
-[knives grinding] -[upbeat music continues]
-Lieutenant. Colonel. -Yeah?
So I managed to hack the cameras for the casino.
Here.
-We'll see. -There.
Pull that up. [sniffs]
We've lost him, Lieutenant.
[whistles]
And now?
Hey, my sister.
You're not allowed to get in.
[man groans in pain]
-[cheering] -[upbeat music plays]
[police siren blaring]
[police] Fanie, the dictator is on the move.
-Major, follow them. -[dramatic music plays]
[Shoes] Freeze that.
Colonel. Look, Colonel.
[Fane] We're following.
Fuck it.
Shit.
Get that finger now.
[Fane] Colonel, the limo is back.
Gert, get me a close up of the dictator.
Now!
-[grunts] -[door bangs]
-That is Chili. -[Colonel] What?!
How the fuck did that happen?!
The swap was made at the hotel.
How do you know that?
The Hyena Man is my informant.
-Your informant? -Yes.
You see all these men here?
They're my people.
Welcome back, Sir.
Here are your certificates of authentication.
As we speak, the plane has already been taken.
[police] Go, go, go!
All my men are ready to pounce in.
Go, go, go!
Each of these is worth ten million.
When that Chili, like a complacent fool that he is,
gets on that plane,
I'll grab him.
Only him.
You're going to steal the gold.
I want to travel with my gold.
He wants to travel with his gold.
That gold,
it's already stolen.
Fuck that.
Whoop! [sinister laughter]
They're leaving the refinery. And we're right behind them.
[Brigadier] Copy that. Keep your distance.
When the van enters the airport,
my team will take over.
Copy that, Brigadier.
Don't stress yourselves.
Relax.
If you behave yourselves,
I might give you guys a piece.
[police siren]
Police coffee?
[traffic noises]
[police muffles]
[helicopter whirring]
[Fane] Hey!
He's turning! He's turning!
My dog! My dog!
Go, go, go!
All units, chopper.
[captain] The van is changing direction.
It's not going to the airport, over.
What the fuck? No…
-[phone ringing] -[chuckles]
Fuck!
Captain, get off that fucking plane and chase the gold!
[Captain] Yes, Brigadier. Let's go!
All units, chopper.
The refinery armored vehicle has entered a warehouse.
CBD, Carr Street. CBD, Carr Street. Over.
Check the street.
Fanie, van. We're at the warehouse. What do we do now?
-The door is locked. -[Brigadier] Major, stand down.
[Brigadier] Wait for back up.
Wait for back up?
[mother] Come on, let's move.
["Wakanda Forever" by Sho Madjozi playing]
Get back get back!
Whoa, whoa!
-Hands up! -What the hell?
-[man 1] Hey stop. Hands up. -[Fanie] Colonel
[Fanie] Colonel, we're in shit.
We're being attacked. Sir!
-[man] You are… -[man 2] Lift your gun!
-[man] No man. -[man 2] Shut up!
[man] Please!
[man 1] Shut up! Shut up!
[man screams]
Forgive me, Lieutenant.
[Brigadier] Don't do this, Van Zyl!
Don't! Moshoeshoe,
are you siding with the Whites?
They have you on a leash.
-[Van Zyl] Keys! -[man 3] Back pocket.
-[Van Zyl pants] Go! -[gun shoots]
I'm hit! Fuck, I'm hit!
Damn it! Get the hell up!
Find that fucking gold! You hear me? I don't give a flying fuck!
[Brigadier] Damn it!
[Shoes] To the hospital, Sir?
No, we must go to the scene! [groaning]
[chopper wheeling]
Now!
Hmm!
[Chill] He's waking up.
-[sighs] -[chopper wheeling up]
[man groaning]
Oh, shit! Damnit!
[man screaming]
Drive! Lourens!
-[man 5] Start the car! -[man] Drive!
Follow them! Drive!
Lourens! Let's get out of here.
Let's go! Move!
-Release us. -Untie us!
[captain] All units! The Jeep
and the refinery armored vehicle
are exiting the warehouse onto Carr street.
Come rain, come shine or thunderstorms,
bring me that gold! Understood?
-Yes, Ma'am. -[police 4] It's time! Attack!
Come here.
My children,
don't forget the reason we're doing this.
Let's go.
-[mother] Amen. -[Dimo] Amen.
The border.
[Mom groaning]
-[Mom chocking] -[Hyena man grunting]
Come on. Go! Go! Go!
-[police1] Put your hands where we'll see. -[police2] Come out slowly.
-[police 1] Get out of the vehicle now. -[police 2] Get it.
Open it up!
Fuck!
Brigadier, the gold is not here.
Damn it! Fuck, man!
-[Van Zyl whimpering] What was that? -Gosh!
There's no gold in the armored vehicle.
Bastards! They made a swap.
They must be somewhere around here.
[grants] Shit!
Where's the gang?
Those dogs are gone.
Shit! Those motherfuckers! It's impossible.
[yelling] Fuck, man! Fuck!
[van Zyl groans in pain]
Fuck.
[tyre squeeling]
Shit.
Balaclavas.
-Balaclavas. -Okay.
-Show me the bloody gold. -Relax, boy!
-Show me the gold. -Relax, Shoes!
Show me the bloody gold!
Show me the bloody gold.
Relax, boy.
[trigger clinks]
This is not real gold.
What the hell is this?
It's iron pyrite.
Fool's gold!
Fuck.
The Hyena Man.
Where is he?
How should we know? He could be anywhere right now.
He's not going anywhere without his hyena.
He's married to it. Let's go.
-Where to? -I know where he is.
Don't make me shoot!
Do it!
[Dimo] Chili!
[Van Zyl continues to groan]
Hey, hey. What happened to him?
It's the Brigadier.
Brigadier?
Yes.
[scoffs] Hey!
What the fuck?!
No, man!
Captain! Captain, come in!
Captain, over.
Oh, fuck man!
[car boot opening]
Mom?
Mom? Mom?
[Van Zyl groans]
Are you okay, Sir?
[sniffes then sighs]
Go make the arrest, Moshoeshoe. [sighs]
Your record is safe with me.
[groans]
[groaning increases]
[gun cocks]
Hey dude,
what are we doing here?
Let's finish this.
I'm done with this.
Do whatever you want to do.
I'm staying right here with the gold.
[gold clinking]
[upbeat music]
Jonga, it's feeding time.
-Go! -[Jonga squeals]
[Hyena man groans]
[gun shots]
-[glass shatters] -[whimpering]
[continues to whimper]
You missed, asshole!
Come out!
-Easy. -[Jonga growling]
[both screaming]
[both grunting]
[chain whooping]
Haah! Aaargh!
Yes, girl. Ha!
Okay.
-Huh! -[laughs hysterically]
Goddamn it!
Nandi Donga!
[car engine starts]
-Nandi Donga is my name. -Don't do it.
-Don't you dare do it. -[Shoes groan in pain]
Shit! [panting]
-[Nandi] Hey! -[Hyena Man grunts]
-[gun clicking] -Sorry, baby boy.
[panting]
You see?
This is what real gold feels like.
[sinister laughter]
-[screams] -[Hyena growls]
-[Nandi] Help me! -[both men grunt]
Now you're gonna feel what it's like to be crushed,
like those kids in your mines who died because of you.
-[Shoes winces] -[gunshot, Jonga growling]
Jonga!
[chili screaming]
[both grunting]
[Nandi bellowing]
-Fuck, man! The fuck! -Nandi, it's over.
-You're famous… -[cocks gun]
for not shooting! Hmmm!
-[machine whirring] -Help me! [bones cracking]
-[Nandi crying] Help me! -[dramatic music plays]
[somber music playing]
Where is he?
[yells] Where is he?!
I killed the man.
I killed him.
[crying]
No, Shoes. [panting]
[keys jangling]
Go.
Go!
Chili, what about you?
-I owe this guy. -[somber music continues]
Go Now!
[panting]
[signing] You're full of shit.
[Dimo sobbing]
-[somber music continues] -[Dikeledi sighs]
My friend.
[Chili] My friend.
[car engine ignites]
[vehicle accelerates away]
[Chili exhales loudly]
[wistful music plays]
What do you owe me?
When this goes to court,
you're gonna need backup.
[Van Zyl groaning]
Van Zyl knows what you did.
If you carry on like this, you're going to end up in prison.
We made an impact today.
Hey?
Today we made an impact.
-[Chili chuckles] -[Shoes laughs]
Hey [giggles]
[grunts]
[sighs]
-[Chili chuckles] -[lively music playing]
[gold thuds on the table]
[children playing in the background]
[children] Shoes, Shoes!
Look at my new style.
-[children cheering] -[lively music continues]
[inmates] Salute, soldiers!
-Salute! -Hey, where are we?
Yes, that's right, my brother.
[gym metals clinking]
[Nandi whistling]
Donga.
Yes, my Chili.
Listen, man.
Me and my girls are planning,
to disappear. Break out.
Look at me when I'm talking to you.
Are you in…
or left behind?
[singing] ♪ We're out of here ♪
-Right, girls? -[girls] Yes.
Uh-uh!
[''Namba Namba'' playing]
Subtitle translation by: Regina Njoku