Jerusalema Page #6

What's going on here?

This man assaulted me.

- Did anyone see an assault?

- Yes.

- He's a f***ing skollie, man.

- This is slander.

I have no criminal record.

This man has intimidated me

and threatened me.

I want to lay charges.

Are you sure about this?

It's my democratic right.

He is being made a scapegoat,

and we are here to support him.

- And you feel the same way?

- Yes.

We are the residents of Hillbrow.

If Lucky Kunene won't look after us...

...nobody will!

Your Honor, Mr. Kunene

was identified at our offices.

Obviously this evidence

has been tampered with.

The dates on the docket

do not correspond with the arrest dates.

Your Honor, Inspector Swart

is currently on suspension,

charged with assaulting my client

with no provocation, nothing whatsoever.

- We are talking here about Mr. Kunene.

- Your Honor.

- He has no criminal record.

- I've had enough.

Case dismissed.

You know what the problem

with South Africa is?

The bad guys go free

and the good guys can't touch 'em.

But how did it come

to this?

Look who's running the country.

These are guys we arrested.

We put them in jail.

No wonder they think the criminal's

the victim. It's our fault.

Who do you mean

by "our" fault?

I mean us, the white cops,

from before.

That's a different story.

I'll tell you something

about this f***er Kunene.

I'm gonna take him down.

Okay, the first one

is four bedrooms, three bathrooms,

pool, sauna and a tennis court.

Have you told the estate agent

I'm going to be moving

three families into every room

and four into the garage?

Be nice, Lucky.

Don't embarrass me.

I'm serious.

We are going to turn it into a slum,

then buy the whole neighborhood

at bargain basement prices.

Stop it.

Well, the owners

emigrated to Australia

so they're motivated to sell.

Tony, it's Naz.

He's here.

No, not yet.

Okay, see you soon.

Nazareth's drug bust

and Ngu's covert expansion

into all of the corners of my empire

was exactly the excuse

Swart needed.

Arrests were made.

Occupants evicted.

Buildings were cleared

and those deemed unfit

for habitation were condemned.

The situation is serious.

This is a messy financial loss

to all of us.

Even more serious is that many

of our other buildings

are equally overrun

with drugs.

We start cleaning up

first thing in the morning.

No no, let's clean the lifts.

Repair the doors

and replace the locks.

Go upstairs and get busy.

Lucky Kunene.

Lucky, guess what.

They accepted our offer.

We got the house.

Good news.

I'll call you later. Over here.

Hey, Lucky...

... Come here.

Kunene,

we need to talk, brother.

You want to die?

This is unnecessary.

You're f***ing with my livelihood.

And you are f***ing with mine.

I know why you're angry.

I pay reparation.

I'm a man of peace, brother.

You wanna taste this, huh?

You wanna taste this?

F*** off!

They encourage us to smoke.

But we're not even allowed

a cup of coffee or tea

or chocolate.

Why not?

Caffeine.

Who ever heard of anyone

dying of chocolate, right?

I don't know.

Sounds like a good idea to me.

Be serious, Leah. How many people die

of lung cancer and emphysema?

How does it feel?

- What?

- Owning your own house.

Good.

How's it going, Josh?

Cool.

I hear you've found Jesus.

No.

That was just

the cold turkey talking.

Something from Mr Ngu.

What?

I got all the guys still out looking.

Nothing.

Where would he go?

Do you want drugs?

Anyone seen a whitey go inside?

- No.

- Nobody, man.

Let's go.

You know, Josh,

I really like you.

You're like my brother

from another mother.

Leah, you should eat

something with this.

No, I'm not hungry, thanks.

When's Lucky gonna phone?

He said he'll call

if he hears anything.

- Is your cell on?

- Yeah.

Anything?

Nothing.

We've looked everywhere.

The clubs...

The bars...

... All the joints.

The game is obvious.

Kill them.

One by one.

I don't like this sh*t.

Then we kill Ngu.

A war's no good.

We have a lot to lose.

There's something we need

to talk about.

Ngu bailed Nazareth out of jail.

That's alright.

As long as we stick together.

Trap!

Zakes!

F***!

Hey, Vusi...

Lucky.

Zakes is dead.

I'm outside the base.

I assume you have guns.

Hey gents.

I've got white meat, black meat,

How about dead meat?

You f*** around I'll kill him!

- Lucky!

- Go back, I'm fine.

Kunene, please wait.

Wait.

Kunene, just wait.

Let's just talk.

Let's work it out, brother.

Come.

- What did you have in mind?

- Anything.

Anything, Kunene.

Anything you want.

Can you bring Zakes back?

Hey!

Get down.

Down!

- Cuff him!

- Cuff him!

You're under arrest for murder.

What?

You think this is funny, huh?

Your bank accounts are frozen.

Your money's gone.

Let's see you try

and quash this one, huh?

You'll never win this war.

Take him away.

in a major raid in Hillbrow today.

including 2,714 rounds

of ammunition.

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.

Wake up, hoodlum.

You got a visitor.

I'm ashamed of you.

Don't be.

I'm not ashamed.

You promised that you'd live a

Christian life

Mama,

there's a lady.

Anna Marie Van Rensberg.

She'll be in touch.

There's money to look after you.

Never.

I don't want your dirty money.

Then take it for Isaak and Sipho

and Winfred and Thandie.

I brought you a bible.

The priest marked psalm 137.

Read it, I want to hear.

"If I forget you,

O Jerusalem,

May my right hand

forget its skill.

May my tongue cling

to the roof of my mouth

If I do not remember you,

If I do not consider Jerusalem

my highest joy.

'Tear it down,' they cried.

'Tear it down

to its foundations."'

Hello.

It's me.

Hi, Lucky, how are you?

I'm okay. And you?

Not so good.

We just buried Josh.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there.

Will you come visit me?

No, no I can't.

Okay then.

Please do me one favor.

What is it?

If it's true that man

learns through pain,

I would have known

this couldn't last.

Nothing ever does.

We have to stop now.

I'm not feeling well.

Hey,

It's too tight.

Hey...

Hey... it's too tight.

There, better?

He's sick... this is barbaric!

He's faking it.

F***ing crook.

F***ing crook, you don't know these people.

It's not visiting time now.

I'm Mr. Kunene's lawyer.

Listen here...

Even if you are the president...

I don't give a damn!

Understand?

What the hell is going on here?

My client is fighting for his life

and you have him chained like a dog.

I told him.

Be quiet!

I'm going to file charges.

What is your name, Constable?

I'm sorry.

Have I come at a bad time?

No no, come in.

Come in.

I need a witness.

Hey brother it's ok.

Everybody relax.

We can work it out darkie style.

Ok?

Lets work it out like darkies, brother.

I'm just going to leave

this here, Officer.

Please see to it

that he gets it.

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