Jerusalema

I had two heroes...

Karl Marx and Al Capone.

Al Capone said,

"If you're going to steal, steal big

and hope like hell

you get away with it."

And Karl Marx said,

"All property's theft."

I think they'd both be

proud of me.

Go go go!

Down down down down!

Cuff him!

Inspector Swart,

we've got the f***ing scumbag

You're in deep sh*t, sonny.

Lucky Kunene,

you're under arrest

for murder.

Take him away.

in a major raid in Hillbrow today.

All the buildings targeted

have been taken over

by criminal gangs.

Police confiscated

and 2,714 rounds

of ammunition.

Large quantities of drugs

were seized,

including eight kilograms

of cocaine,

in addition to ecstasy,

Mandrax

and methamphetamine.

Police made 93 arrests

for serious offenses

including murder, rape

and armed robbery.

Among those detained

was notorious Hillbrow crime boss

and slumlord Lucky Kunene,

also known as

the Hoodlum of Hillbrow.

This time I think you should

tell me the truth.

What do you want?

The real story.

Take me back

to the beginning.

The beginning...

Soweto.

Freedom.

The New South Africa.

A new dawn, a new day.

A fresh start.

A clean page.

A new beginning.

And I had dreams.

Sister, perfume?

The trains were

the circulatory system

of the black urban economy.

My best friend Zakes

and I were sucking the blood,

selling peanuts for peanuts.

However, free enterprise

was never encouraged.

It's "the sweet smell of success"...

The good stuff.

It doesn't smell nice. It's fake.

Fake?!

Hey, boys. What are you doing?

Hey, boys! I'll get you!

I'll get you

Hey, you.

Give me back that hat.

Give me back my hat

Sh*t!

That's what I call a car!

You're crazy.

I'm telling you my friend...

I'm going to have a 7 series, a BMW...

I'll park it outside my

nice beach house in Durban.

You wish...

You'd have to win the

lottery to get all that...

Hey, Lucky.

Nomsa, hey.

Did you hear I got

into Jo'burg tech?

To study computer science.

And you?

Have you heard from the university?

No, not yet.

What's taking them so long?

Hey bull.

You, go home.

See you later, okay?

Okay.

We had a shitty day...

We hardly earned anything.

Why is it that pretty girls

always have big brothers?

Lucky, Lucky!

Hurry, a letter from university arrived.

"It is our sincere pleasure

to offer you a place

at our school

of business studies."

My brother, I made it.

There's no scholarship.

What does that mean?

It means I have to pay my own fees.

Father, we thank you for

the little that we have.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Why does Zakes always eat here?

Why doesn't he go to home?

Shut up, you.

Mama.

Thanks.

Stop now...

He's going to clean you out.

Just once more.

One more turn.

Ha!

You lost it, because you're an idiot.

Hey guys, cool it.

Tomorrow.

Don't move, thug!

Comrade Nazareth, so it's you...

You gave us a fright, man!

No wonder.

Once a chicken, always a chicken.

Ha!

"the cowards are running..."

What are you two up to?

- Let me go.

- Nothing, man.

What's it to you?

You watch it, bro.

So, tell me...

When did you get out of the bush, gorilla?

It's not gorilla... It's guerilla.

Get it?

Guerilla.

And I trained in Moscow,

not in the bush.

You peasant.

Moscow, huh?

So how was Moscow?

It's cold as hell, bro.

- So do you speak Russian?

- No, man.

The only Russian I embraced

is an AK-47.

Bullshit...

The only Russian he embraced

is vodka.

You said it...

Gents, let's get a drink.

You eventually decided to join the

terrorists because you say you

couldn't catch them, huh?

No, police work

pays chickenshit.

So I've gone

into private enterprise.

And what sort

of enterprise is that?

We're in the procurement industry.

You see, comrade thug here, he's a carjacker.

Hijack is a dirty word.

It's called affirmative repossession.

But come on, man,

we didn't fight the struggle

so that we could

become criminals.

And I didn't fight apartheid

to be poor either.

I may be a communist,

but I believe that God helps those

who help themselves.

And God help us if He don't.

Nazareth.

He was our hero.

He left in the '80s

to join the armed struggle.

When he returned

from exile,

he had the biggest cars,

the most money

and any woman he wanted.

Get out, move!

Get out!

Get out, move!

Here, poor-boy.

Buy yourself some food.

No, I'm fine...

Good.

'Cause every man for himself.

The wealth of the nation

for the rest of us.

Lucky, if you're looking for guidance...

...the bible is the book to read.

I'm ok, Mum. I'm going to sleep now.

Is that Al?

We washed the taxi and shined your hubcaps.

Piss off.

Don't worry, great things

have SAM beginnings.

Are you stir trying to

Hastie money for university?

Sure sure.

Sure sure.

Very good. That's good.

Thank you.

Thank you so much. Come back, huh?

Very good, thank you.

Excuse me, boys.

- How can I help you?

- How much are these?

What you can do

for such big bloomers?

Hey!

No!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

When financial aid

for university proved problematic,

Nazareth organized us

an apprenticeship.

He also put us in touch

with a business associate

to procure

the necessary supplies.

If you want to do a bank...

...you need an AK-47.

From Russia.

The browning automatic...

It Io ads fourteen rounds in the magazine.

Give me another one.

Take it...we can make a DEA.

- Hello.

- Hey.

Hey foo...

I need a white Isuzu pickup...

Short wheelbase.

'95 model. Get it.

Yeah, white Isuzu bakkie.

Remember, I'm taking

a chance on you.

Yeah.

Sh*t.

Don't worry, sir...

We stair cars.

I don't care what you do with the guns...

...as Ion as you pay.

Nazareth's

contact started us off gently

and we figured,

"How hard could it be?"

If there were risks,

we weren't too concerned.

Besides, on the outskirts of Soweto,

there were more

white pickup trucks on the streets

than there were white people

in Sandton...

short beds and long beds,

Ford Bantams, Toyota Hiluxes,

Nissan Cabs,

Opel Corsas,

quarter tons, half tons

and flatbeds.

Every kind of bakkie known

to man, excepting of course,

a f***ing '95 white Isuzu.

As time passed,

we became desperate.

Keep up brother.

What's your problem?

What's your problem?...

I don't have a problem.

My feet are killing me.

These sneakers are King me

We knew this wouldn't be easy.

Stop whining.

Let's go home.

Hey guys...

Do you know the way

to Krugersdorp?

Okay, you need

to turn around here, man.

Maybe about three kilometers from here

you turn left, go straight north.

Hey!

F*** off...we're jacking you!

We're taking the car!

Please guys...

...l've got a wife...

...three kids...

...and a girlfriend!

Shut up!

Go over there!...

...and count to one hundred.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven...

Hey man It's go...

Start it! Start, start, start!

Push in the couch, put it in gear...

Sh*t!

Damn it!

I can't.

Why not?

I can't. I can't drive.

Useless idiot...

I told you this was a bad idea!

Now we're in the sh*t

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