Chantel Monologue

- Chantel's is off too.
- Where's her dad?

I can't get hold of him.

There's something in the water, and it's not chlorine.

Zimmerman says you and Addie ganged up on him.
What the hell are you doing?

- Making sure I'm loaded and ready.
- Just till tomorrow. 24 hours is all I ask.

- And you run off to Zimmerman.
- He knows she has drama school.

- Her teacher's nosy and loves cops.
- Could've waited till tomorrow. We're meant to be partners, dammit!

What's happening tomorrow?

I don't think you've told your partner.

I can't. He'll tell Addie, she'll tell Chantel, and then Baby Tjoklits knows.

You don't trust anyone, but we must trust you? Nice.

Thanks.

- This mission's too long. It's coming apart.
- Give me a plan of action!

- Come
You're early.

- Get this thing out before it drowns.
- Don't be mean.

- I assume she has other talents?
- Many.

There's a letter on your bed from my lawyer.

Will you really go through with this?
Dammit, Brenda, I've done so much for you.

- Like what?
- Like... Who feeds Fat-cat?

Or who got Naomi out of here?
It wasn't an accident, you know.

You filthy pig!

I feel too... exposed.

It's better.
He mustn't think we're hiding something.

- He can shoot us like he shot my dad.
- He doesn't want you dead.

He wants you alive. Chantel too.
Then you're worth something.

What if he really just wants the money?

'I will hunt you down.'
Maybe he thinks he'll get the money as an extra.

He wants you.
Then he can get to your dad and Mynie.

I...

- We're messing up. It won't work.
- Shh, breathe.

- Nice rugby field. I played centre.
- He's gonna shoot you to take me.

Wow. He wants to shoot me.
I'm so surprised.

Thanks, bru.

Have a seat, relax and watch a bit.

- 24 hours?
- I'm telling you.

- Hasie will be here soon, then we'll talk things through.
- Hasie's a bad guy.

- We're all bad guys, Chilly.
- Are you insane?

- He's watching.
- It's okay.

It's not okay! You'll start bleeding and your tummy will get worse.

- His
- I thought you sewed up his arm?
- Big mistake.

- It's the pills. He should be in bed.
- Someone must monitor. I'm expecting guests.

- Who?
- Bad guy.

Hasie's just surviving. Don't judge.

Here he is. See?

Hasie Haasbroek, you're a sight for sore eyes.

So, how many bucks for this gig, hey?

- R10,000?
- 5, you bloody crook.

Life's tough.
I'm down on my luck.

- Shame. What is it this time?
- I want a Golden Retriever. They don't come cheap.

- You mean a dog?
- My chick's Rottweiler ate her cats.

Two cats for starters, then her fat poodle for the main course.
Have you seen a full Rottweiler, dude?

- Where is he now?
- Full Rottweiler can't beat a full truck. Shame.

Doggies flat on the ground.
Anyway, she wants a Golden Retriever now.

6,000 bucks, dude. For a purebred.

- Without a kennel!
- Drop the chick, dude.

- Have you seen her spin a towaway? She's magic, dude.
- My heart bleeds for you.

I don't have R6,000.

What are you pulling here? Hans Zimmerman?
It's not a cash-and-carry for the banks.

Okay.

Okay, R5,500, then add R500 and say you've paid for the whole dog.