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tell him to get in contact

with his family.

Something's happened.

OK. If I see him, I'll call.

Thank you.

My name's Vusi.

I know. I'm Karen.

- What do you want?

- Is Steven here?

Could you tell me

the last time you seen him?

I know no one

by the name of Steven.

Sh*t.

- Get out.

- What?

Come on. Out!

Give me your money,

or I'll f***ing kill you.

Oh, man. Come on.

On your knees... boy.

Your money.

Nice jacket.

Where'd you get it?

San Francisco.

Cool!

I love it, and I want it.

Now, take it off.

I'll have the shirt, huh?

Why y'all doing me like this?

I thought we was brothers.

Brothers?

You're not my f***ing brother.

You got that?

Come on.

Let's kill this bastard.

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Wait!

Can I at least have the spear

on the dashboard?

What is this?

A curio to take home?

It's my father's.

You want it?

Sure, you can have it.

See you, brother.

Man, living in exile's

not an easy thing.

You dream of coming home.

Every single night,

you dream of coming home...

but I got to tell you...

I never dreamt of this.

Room seven-twenty-five.

And your name is, sir?

Madlazi. V. Vusi.

Address-four-seventy-five

Jefferson Drive...

Bay Area,

San Francisco, California.

Now, can I have my goddamn key?

There's no need to be rude.

Sorry. I had a bad day.

Is there anything else

I can do for you, sir?

No. That's it.

You wouldn't happen to have

any Scotch tape back there?

Sticky tape?

Thank you.

Baby, look, do not worry.

I'm fine.

What do you mean, don't worry?

All they did was took the car.

At least you're OK.

Did they take anything else?

They took my f***ing shirt.

- Your shirt?

- Yeah. I can't believe it.

I come all the way out here

to get carjacked.

Sounds like here.

I could have kept my ass

at home to get carjacked.

This isn't funny.

I know it ain't funny, but...

Sounds serious.

I don't know about

this new South Africa.

I'll definitely be on the first

flight tomorrow morning.

- L.A.X.?

- No. The one out of Miami.

Hold on. Somebody's at my door.

Come on in.

- Is everything OK?

- Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow.

- What time?

- I'll let you know. Bye.

What have we got here?

The Summit Club.

Where's the Summit Club?

It's in Hillbrow.

You want a woman.

No. I'm all right.

Summit Club?

Go on! Get 'em off!

Take it off!

Go on, get it off!

Got your note.

Cool. Do you want a drink?

Yeah. Let me get a beer.

Get us a beer and a vodka.

You're a stripper.

I do whatever.

When I was here last,

you'd never have...

black people and white people

in the same club.

It was all, you know, separated.

Well, this is

the new South Africa.

Anyway, last night

around two in the morning...

I'm awake, and I start hearing

these sounds...

coming from Steven's place.

First I think it's him...

but then I hear things

being broken-crashing...

and I just know I'm not

going near his front door.

So what you saying?

Well, just that.

I don't know

if he was there...

but whoever was there

was f***ing heavy.

They were pissed off.

Trashing the place.

You call the cops?

Come on. Do I look dumb?

Anyway, I thought

I should let you know...

'cause this afternoon

when I got up-

I sleep late-

I knocked on his door.

Nothing.

Wait a minute.

What the hell's going on?

You're his brother.

You tell me.

Karen, you're up next.

You go whack 'em, huh?

- OK, I'm coming.

- So soon?

Isn't she the cutest, huh?

Look at those tits.

I'll be there now, Herb, OK?

Would you mind waiting for me

in the pool hall?

No, I don't mind.

Thanks. It's just over there...

and don't let those hookers

talk you into anything.

Hi, baby.

Come. Let's go upstairs.

For what?

You know.

No, I don't.

OK. Buy me a drink,

and I'll show you.

Buy me a drink.

You buy me a drink.

Look, you're wasting your time.

There's two things

I never, ever buy...

water... and p*ssy.

Why's that?

Because they both come free.

Go ahead.

You're the one I love, babe.

I thought I told you

not to watch.

- I wasn't watching you.

- You were.

No, I wasn't.

I was trying to get the hell

out of there.

Don't flatter yourself.

Why did you start

stripping, anyway?

For the money.

And I like dancing.

That's not dancing.

That's shaking your ass

on-stage for money.

Well, maybe I'll become

a ballerina one day.

Yeah, maybe, huh?

I'm going to try again.

He's not there.

Come on. I can get in

through the window.

Window?

Come on.

Excuse the mess.

There's some vodka in

the kitchen if you want some.

I'm cool.

What the hell you doing?

The window's open. Look.

You're about to climb

out on the outside?

Hey, it's easy.

I've done it before.

Go around to the front door.

I'll let you in, OK?

Crazy.

Open the door.

Get off!

F*** you!

You dick!

Who the hell was that?

I'll tell you in a minute.

I hate them!

F***ing hell.

They know he's a DJ.

They know he loves his records

more than anything.

F*** them!

Who?

Who the hell was that

in the hallway?

The cocaine boys.

The West Africans.

Cocaine boys?

Wait a minute.

What's going on?

Steven had a deal

with a guy called Muki.

What kind of deal?

He got coke on credit

and was selling it.

He wanted to make a quick buck.

Listen,

he wanted to go to California.

We were gonna come find you.

Who is "we"?

Him and me.

It figures.

I'm sorry.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Where is he?

I told you,

I don't know where he is.

You think I'm playing with you?

Do you think

I'm playing with you?

You are taking me

to my brother right now!

Get the f*** off!

I don't know where he is!

Yes, you do!

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have pushed you.

It's just this whole trip.

It's just stressing me

the f*** out.

That's OK.

Why don't you come next door?

I'm gonna go change.

Then we're gonna go

look for him.

Where?

The clubs.

I didn't know you was

a f***ing crackhead.

That's my business.

You got my brother hooked

on that sh*t, didn't you?

The last time I looked,

your brother was a grown man...

and a grown man doesn't get

hooked if he doesn't want to.

Wait! Let me tell you something.

Until we find Steven,

your business is my business.

Get the f*** in the car.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Get your ass in the car!

Not so fast.

What you doing with this kaffir?

You can f*** off, too.

- Kaffir f***er.

- F*** you.

- What are you saying, b*tch?

- Hold up.

We had a f***ed-up day.

Come on. Let's go.

Give me one excuse!

Just one.

You stay there

like a good little boy.

You hear me?

Maybe we should f*** her.

How many times

have I told you...

we never f*** chicks

who f*** kaffirs, hey?

How many times?

Three, four times?

I don't know how many!

What you smiling at?

You. Some things

never change, do they?

I swear to God,

I'll blow you away!

I want him to watch this.

It's people like you that are

f***ing this country up!

Thank you.

Please, man, don't shoot.

I ain't gonna shoot.

Guns are for cowards,

not warriors.

Come on. Let's go.

Hold on.

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