Jerusalema Page #5

Hillbrow is the crime capital

of the world.

It's just a place

where poor black people

come to make a living.

Don't play the race card on me.

Old habits die hard.

You'd be surprised

how effective it can be.

I can believe it.

What do you do?

I'm a nutritionist.

I teach people how to eat properly.

What kind of people

don't know how to eat?

All kinds of people.

People who wanna lose weight.

So you teach fat people

to be thin.

I run a clinic in Alex

twice a week.

I deal with

malnourished children.

I'll ask supermarkets

to donate out-of-date food.

And I teach parents

what constitutes

a balanced diet.

What do you do, Lucky?

I buy and develop property.

I run a non-profit housing trust.

Not everyone in Hillbrow

is a criminal.

Lucky, thank you so much.

Thank you.

I warned you not

to do this.

Hello my babies!

Don't talk to her like that...

...dog.

I'm not paying for his bail.

Lock the bulldog up

and throw away the key.

Hey f*** you, man.

F*** you.

F*** you!

Hey hey hey.

What you going to do?

And f*** you too.

It's over between us.

Over!

No, Lucky, I'm sorry.

Lucky.

Lucky!

That was over too quickly.

I've got all night.

Look, drugs

is looking for trouble.

I don't want to invite

the cops to our party.

Lucky,

I thought you wanted

to expand the business.

Since when are you scared

of the cops?

Pay them off as usual.

And how exactly

did you meet him?

Mutual acquaintance.

Lucky, he's clever.

Clever is a person

who doesn't use drugs.

Clever is a person

who sells drugs to you.

And drugs make you think

you are the clever one.

If that's clever,

it's too clever for me.

Lucky, please,

will you at least speak to him?

Lucky Kunene, come.

Please sit.

Can I get you anything?

You wanted to speak to me?

It would seem that

you and I, by default,

have become

the Princes of Hillbrow.

And?

And our businesses

co-exist mostly peacefully.

Putting our past

differences aside,

what I'm proposing

is a symbiotic relation.

You want me to allow you

to pimp and deal from my buildings.

Brother, I prefer to see it

as a free enterprise zone.

We can all make serious money.

Just tell me this:

Why did you come here?

I mean, to South Africa?

It's fine to hate us

while you all sit there

on your asses

waiting for your entitlement

from Mandela.

If you think he is going to come

and part the Dead Sea

and lead you to a promised land,

you are wrong, brother.

So you f***ed up

your own country.

Now you want to f*** up

this place too.

I don't want to f*** anything.

I sell drugs.

That is business.

They call us pushers,

but I don't push.

It flies off the shelf.

Kunene, brother, wait.

This time next year

may we be in Jerusalem.

Amen.

- Amen.

Bitter herbs...

To remind us

in good times

of those less fortunate

than ourselves.

So tell me, Lucky,

what do you do for a living?

I'm a gangster.

Lucky, stop it.

I'm a property developer.

Lucky provides subeconomic housing

to working-class people.

Oh!

Which in Hillbrow these days

is like being a gangster.

Thank you, Betty.

Let me show you the conversion

papers that I drew up.

Lucky, these papers

are totally authentic.

I even borrowed the letterhead

from a rival law firm.

You're late.

Traffic.

Don't happen again.

Vusi, how long to gain entry

and remove the razor wire?

I got the name

and the address of the owner

from my contact

at the Jo'burg Metro.

Lucky.

Are you still serious about

moving to the suburbs?

You know what...

I've had it with living here.

You know what the guys

are saying?

...that it's not ok..

They say it's a betrayal.

Why should we be embarrassed

about being rich?

Those days are over.

Just because I'm a darkie...

...doesn't mean I have to

live in the slums.

I'll live as I choose to live...

... And I f*** who I want

to f***

Hey, Nazareth.

... Forget about the girls

and just focus.

Relax, man.

I'm focused.

Vusi, get busy over there.

Lets go!

Nazareth,

check the streets.

Zakes.

Look at this sh*t.

The tenants can clean up.

Tell them first month

is for free then.

Okay.

Hands up!

Get your hands up!

What's the problem?

What do you want, a job?

Lucky Kunene.

Not so lucky today,

huh, Lucky?

Lucky Kunene.

I'm arresting you for theft,

fraud, embezzlement,

larceny,

racketeering and extortion.

Get him up.

Well, it is convenient

for the government to blame Kunene.

The government

has failed dismally

to provide the housing that

they promised the people.

Look at downtown Jo'burg.

It's full of empty buildings.

And the landlords won't let them out

to the poor people.

The black people.

And those buildings,

they make up a part

of Kunene's housing projects.

Are you telling me

that the government

is not turning a blind eye

on this?

This is what I call the land redistribution,

via back door.

So why then is your client in jail?

Well, it's simple.

Lucky Kunene does not lead.

He just follows.

My Lord, my client

has been victimized

by corrupt and unscrupulous

members of the former regime.

Be that as it may, the trial date

is the 12th of October.

Bail is set at 10,000 rand.

I phoned the bank and told them

you were coming to draw the cash.

Ask for a Mr. Duvall.

He's the manager.

Us lbos,

we call ourselves

the Jews of Nigeria.

Do you know why?

Because we have suffered persecution.

That is why we're here.

But you, you guys,

you had it tougher.

They told us we were

going to punish the whiteys.

We were going to take

from them.

And in reality, nothing.

All I wanted is a house

in Sandton

and a Mercedes convertible.

Congratulations, Mr. Kunene,

on your new vehicle.

Now we are being demonized

by this society.

They are calling us filthy,

stinking, dirty Makorikori.

How do you think

that makes me feel, Naz?

Pissed off.

Yes, just like you, brother.

Only I understand

how underappreciated

you are.

And now Kunene's

in sh*t with the cops.

And I have you

to help me, my friend.

Do you know how much money

we can make?

Millions every month,

cash.

But, Naz,

I need you

to tell me everything.

Okay?

Everything.

- What's this?

- It's yours.

- I can't take it.

- Why not?

Because I just can't.

I've done nothing illegal.

What happened to being innocent

until proven guilty?

So are you innocent?

Those charges

will never stand up in court.

Watch where you're going.

What the f*** are you doing here?

F*** you, farm boy.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Who let this f***ing skollie

in here, huh?

Hey!

Go f*** your mother

He's assaulting me!

He's assaulting me!

You, you! You saw

this man attack me.

Unprovoked.

I want to lay charges

for assault.

You want to lay charges?

You must be f***ing joking.

Who do you think you are

to lay a finger on me?

Hey, what is this?

Apartheid policing?

You think just because

I'm a black civilian

and you're a white cop,

you have a right to assault me?

Hey, I'm Detective Modisane.

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