Mashaba's testimony has outed four high-ranking members
of the SAPS for state corruption,
while SAP protest against Mashaba, calling her a snitch and a traitor.
You did the right thing.
Hey.
Don't doubt that.
Okay?
Okay.
Let's go.
Have you seen a young woman wearing a camouflage top?
-What girl? -A girl wearing a camouflage top?
She went that way.
No, I want everyone on him.
Minimum security at the courts.
We can handle these just fine.
Find that guard.
I need to talk to my mom in private, please.
I need to talk to her but not here.
Please.
Eunice?
Tie him up.
Gag him if he talks.
Come on.
No conversations about the journalist.
The online conversation is about killing the system and… who's Itu.
They're loving us again.
Who is Itu, a mysterious hero who's emerged from the shadows?
Let's take a look at the footage again.
Itu, the Numoor thank you.
Viewers, we're gonna take a small break.
Keep voting.
Minister Kunene, we have it under control.
I assure you.
I'll call you back.
Police Minister.
Yes, sir.
You said "Kunene."
He's the Minister of State Security.
Yeah.
They're in contact. That's what I meant.
Yes, sir.
You know, eavesdropping can be career-limiting, Brown.
And it's uncouth.
Hello?
Sphiwe.
There's a route that avoids the cameras.
You'll have to cross the whole building and go down to the basement parking.
Eh? Cross the whole building?
-Say again. I can't hear you.
- Listen-- -I can't hear. The phone is dying.
You have to do this for me. You gotta find me a way in.
They're watching. You need to find us a way into the courthouse.
Now you put your fear aside.
You understand?Because the country needs you to be a hero.
Busi… Busi…
Okay, I'll find a way.
Mom.
Mom, look at me.
Don't believe everything they say.
I killed a bad man.
Did you?
Yes. Shh.
And Rebecca and little Bean, were those lies too?
You were such a good boy once.
But you turned into a monster like your father.
-Please. -Maybe you do deserve to die.
-Just like him. -I'm innocent, Mom. I'm innocent.
I'm innocent.
I'm innocent, Mommy!
I'm innocent.
I'm innocent!
I'm innocent.
I'm innocent!
I'm a hero!
-I'm a hero!
You claim that you're a hero? Whose hero are you?
Shaka!
-Prove it now! -Shaka!
No, Shaka. Shaka.
He was innocent.
He was fucking innocent.
We, the Numoor, protect the innocent.
Go. Go sit. I'll take over from here.
It's okay.
I think he's in the generator room.
I'll report back.
Let's pull back and regroup in the atrium.
Copy.
Maybe this trial is our fate, you and I.
You know, I was watching you…
day after day…
on television, telling your story.
Playing the hero.
And I thought,
"Allan Harvey,
you've murdered again."
So, killing is in your nature.
I had to expose you,
show the world what you truly are…
a killer.
It was self-defense.
Does one defensible act counterbalance all the evil you've done in your life?
Does it?
Harvey…
the next time I ask how you plead,
I'm asking about your entire life,
every broken piece of it.
We need to get our friends from Mamelodi bussed in.
With numbers, real numbers, we can go back in there,
and if they wanna arrest people, they'll be arresting a lot of people.
'Cause fuck them.
'Cause if there's a lot of numbers, there's less chance of it being you.
And those who have doubts can leave.
I've shed blood for this, and I'm willing to bleed more.
I don't believe you.
I didn't trip you.
You fell.
And this is the last that we're gonna talk about it.
How are we gonna pay for the transport?
Rich boy will take care of it.
Xolile, Shona, my brothers-in-arms,
get the people.
Let's go.
I wanna see if you can do it while people are watching.
Is this a problem?
No.
Menzi.
Itu!
Babe.
You are trending.
He outed me.
He-- He phoned me. Why would he do that?
But it's great.
No, it's not.
Look, everyone knows who I am now.
But they haven't seen your face.
I heard something. This way.
There he is.
We found him, in the basement.
Kill him.
No, damn it! Hold your fire!
Itu…
What have you done?
What do you mean?
Don't play dumb with me right now.
Why did you do that?
You were trying to have him killed. We heard you.
I was trying to do the right thing.
You contacted a terrorist.
Christ. Shit!
It's a crime, Itu.
I raised you better than this.
What if they find out it's you?
They won't.
Okay, we'll run. Yeah?
We'll run. We'll just get out of--
You think they won't find you?
What exactly are you going to do, Itu?
Go into exile?
-This isn't the '80s. -Ma, I--
-You're going to jail, Itu.
Do you understand that?
Unless…
There's a way I can get you out of this. We need to go back.
-What? -We work out a deal. Give them Maqoma--
-You want her to sell out? -You.
Just…
shut up.
Itu, please.
Please.
Please trust me, my child.
They want him more than they want you.
Just for once, Itu,
do as I say.
Please.
Itumeleng, you can drop that attitude.
-I'm talking to you, child. -Mampho…
What's bothering you, Itumeleng?
This grumpy teenage charade is getting incredibly immature.
Oh, so when I'm genuinely upset about something, I'm a grumpy teenager?
Where do you get the courage to talk to me like that? Huh?
I'm dealing with a lot. I don't have time for a disrespectful child.
I'm in matric, Ma.
That's why I'm stressed.
You're stressed because you decided to take down the man, or slay Goliath or--
Child!
You are not talking to one of your friends here.
That's enough. Both of you get in the car, now.
I'm begging you.
He's inside the van.
Okay, big guy.
Listen, there's no need for drama.
Come on, we just wanna talk.
No, if you come any closer, I'm going to blow us all up.
I'm not a fool, you smart-ass.
Sphiwe, we haven't heard from you. Where are you? What the hell's going on?
Hey, I'm not going to talk to you until I talk to Busi.
Where's Busi?
-General, he's scared.
-Bring her in. -Sir.
Sphiwe, just hang tight for me.
We're gonna fetch her now, okay? She's on her way.
Just come out of the van. Let's talk.
Sister Busi, please sit.
It's Sphiwe. He's asking to speak to you.
Sphiwe.
Busisiwe, my love.
I want you to know that I love you.
What's going on?
Please tell me that you love me.
Sphiwe, my love,
please promise me that you're coming back.
That you're coming back home.
Please, Sphiwe.
Yeah. I promise.
Ask him where he is.
-General-- -Listen…
-Sphiwe… -I just want to say…
When I get back--
Sphiwe!
Who is that, Sphiwe?
You know what I hate about cockroaches?
Sphiwe! -Firstly, they hide too well.
You can't trap, kill.
Little pests.
They're everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
-Sphiwe!
Secondly, they never die on the first try.
Talk to me.
But I've learned
that if you really want to kill a cockroach…
…you don't do it with fire.
You kill it with force.
Sphiwe! Sphiwe! Sphiwe, who is that?
-Piss off, Satan! -No! I said stand down!
-No more deaths!
-Grenade!
-What the fuck was that? -Sphiwe!
No one knows what has caused the enormous explosion.
Smoke can be seen billowing from the…
Everybody, get in your seat.
-Somebody tell me what that was. -Sphiwe!
-We need to get you out of here. -Sphiwe! Sphiwe!
-Sphiwe! -Ma'am, we have to go.
-Get her out of here! -Sphiwe! Do something!
-Let's go. -Put her somewhere.
Make sure she doesn't talk to the press, or I'll arrest her myself.
-It's her husband that we-- -Her husband what?
Her husband was supposed to help us, and he fucked up.
Where the hell is Mashaba?
She's still getting some air.
Still? What the fuck are the rest of us breathing in here?
I need some information. How many devices detonated?
-Where did they detonate? -Fuck.
-Casualty report, damn it.
The power in the court has gone out.
We're gonna try and get details…
Eskom!
Load-shedding?
No, never, bro. They don't want us to see.
Yeah, but when they want us to vote for them,
you can be sure that the lights will be on then.
I want to leave.
What? But it's just getting good.
Okay. You stay. I'm gonna go.
Vanessa?
The website's down.
Tee-Kay, Uhuru, get here now.
Move.
-What happened? What's going on?
You gave that security guard my phone, didn't you?
-I… -Didn't you?
Congratulations, he's dead.
That's what you get when you try to play the hero.
Now, an innocent man's death is on your hands.
Get up.
Are you angry with me, or are you angry about the fact
that no one else seems to give a fuck about your code but you?
-Just get up. -Ow!
Have another hit of your powder, you piece of shit.
What?
Walk. Walk!
What now?
-What happened? -Oh.
He fired me.
Yeah. Apparently, I have a bad attitude.
Oh no. I'm sorry, my friend.
-Are you surprised? -Well…
Viva Maqoma!
Viva!
Please sign this.
What is this?
If you talk about what just happened, we will have to arrest you.
Just sign.
Just sign it, my sister.
Go back home to your children.
We will contact you if we need a statement.
Here's transport money.
-Goodbye.
You'll be all right.
Let's talk about these numbers again.
At the moment of explosion,
the counter was sitting at close to 600,000 to kill Harvey,
and 500,000 votes to save him.
What do these numbers tell us?
More people are getting into the game.
But as I mentioned before,
a lot of people are refusing to be drawn in,
while others are waiting for the last moment.
Letting the trial play out, so to speak.
Let's cross back to Julie, live outside the courthouse.
-Pull in on me. -Please trust me.
We're currently with Brigadier Mampho Mashaba,
the officer in charge of this hostage negotiation.
Mrs. Mashaba, what are your thoughts on this turn of events?
No comment at the moment.
Itu, let's get out of here.
Itu?
The Itu?
I said, step aside.
Are you the one who called Azania?
-Don't say anything. Step away. -Itu!
Lady, I said step away.
Itu, are you working with the Numoor?
Bring her to me.
-Menzi. -Now.
What is your take on the matter? Menzi?
Sit.
Commander, I--
I wanted her kept separately.
I won't let Tee-Kay assault her.
What caused the explosion?
The security guard killed himself with a grenade.
In the parking lot,
where we parked the vans.
We lost Tam Tam and Dosh.
Two good men and an escape route. You know what that makes us look like?
Fools!
Hostages of our own hostage situation.
That guy had a gun.
Bullshit! He was a useless security guard, and you know it.
Shut it.
Vanessa?
The data is stable on the site, but I can't run it off mobile.
We need power.
We know there's a generator.
Go fix it. You go with her.
I'm partnering you with Eunice, before you and Tee-Kay kill each other.
You still here?
Talk to our friends outside. Let's get some food in here.
How does everyone feel about fried chicken? Huh?
Wait.
Remember what I said.
Just tell them everything they want to hear, okay?
Don't worry about Mashaba.
No, no. No need to come down here.
Who doesn't need to come down here?
You should be more worried about your daughter.
Itu's gonna be charged with being an accessory to murder
and assisting the Numoor in whatever the hell they're doing.
Maybe she was in on this from the beginning.
Who knows?
Maybe even you.
How dare you question my integrity?
You forgot that your takeover led to a journalist being shot in that building.
As if that wasn't enough, General,
that security guard, he's probably dead. You used him.
And you? What about you, Mashaba? Where were you?
"Getting some air?"
Is that what they call interfering with an active investigation these days?
Now, you and your filthy traitor of a daughter are going to prison,
so I hope you enjoyed your years as brigadier.
I mean, you did trade your husband's life for the rank, didn't you?
My daughter's innocent.
How about we let the law decide who's guilty and who's innocent this time?
Now, I'm gonna go and talk to your daughter.
And you don't go anywhere,
because this conversation isn't done.
-I see you. -Oh no!
-Oh my God.
I am so glad that they squeezed us in.
It really helps when you use a Caucasian voice to book a table.
The confusion on their faces when they realize that the Jacob
who was on the phone is actually Jakobe.
-Kills me every time. -Wow, Dad.
Yes, my love.
I'm the butt of the joke--
-Jacob! -Dad!
Sorry to, um…
We've had contact from inside.
They want to exchange hostages for food.
You take care of it.
Wait. I-I can't…
Looks like Itu is trending again.
A tweet from @AzaniaForever says,
"Brigadier Mashaba's daughter is braver than her mother."
Another tweet from Peter Smith says,
"She's the head cop's daughter?"
"Hmm. Who can we trust these days?"
Now we talking!
Cool. I'm gonna call the press and… to see if they can--
We're going back.
Are you fucking crazy?
We're going to stop them from taking her to court. Okay?
"Break Society Frees Hero Member," I can already see the headlines.
This is what's gonna put us on the map, Thabi.
After this, we can get into politics.
Politics? We're Break Society. What are you talking about?
It is gonna be great.
They've agreed to food for five hostages.
You, get up.
You, you, and you, come with me. You too.
I want everybody to line up here.
Up these stairs, hurry up! Hurry!
What's happening?
Releasing five hostages, you included.
-Come. Let's go. -I'm not going anywhere.
Hey, what are you doing?
I'm trying to save your life here.
Why are you so concerned for my safety?
This is your last chance. Do you understand me?
Take her instead of me.
She's an elderly woman.
Just do it.
Fine.
Don't worry. You will get out of here.
No one is going to hurt you.
-Trust me. Let's go.
Let's go.
Ma.
Boy, I've gathered cattle faster than you're gathering these people.
Everything's gone to shit.
Maqoma doesn't know what the hell he's doing.
And if I can see that… they can see that.
Is there a mission we've done that you don't complain about?
Let's take a roll call, shall we?
Tam Tam and Dosh dead.
Explosives key to our escape plan gone.
No signal, no power.
We look like amateurs!
Whose fault is that?
Let's not forget…
Azania's only the commander of the faithful
because everyone else above him died.
I'm gonna ask you one last time.
Call Azania.
Pretend to help him.
So principled.
So brave.
It'll ruin your life.
But still,
I respect it.
Get your hands off me!
Leave me alone!
I can see movement. They're moving her.
She's in a black Beemer. Number plate BH722.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Ma?
Are you going to get out of bed today?
Why aren't you at school, Itumeleng?
Um…
I dropped out.
Why would you do such a thing?
What was I supposed to do, Mom?
It's been months, and you haven't gotten out of bed.
We needed a mother.
Comrades!
We came here to support Maqoma,
who walks the walk.
But the cops…
…decide to shoot the messenger
by wounding the journalist.
They intimidate us.
They chase us.
They beat us.
And now…
they take one of our own.
They took Itu.
Say her name.
Itu!
-Say her name! -Itu!
Right here…
right now…
is the time to say that enough is enough.
-Enough! -Is enough!
An injury to one is an injury to all.
-Amandla! -Awethu!
Just leave it at the door.
Good. Back it up.
Back it up.
Here we go.
Hostages.
Come to me.
Cover us! Cover us!
Shit!
Comrades!
The time has come.
Let's go.
Itu!
We have a problem.
They have surrounded us.
Go ahead.
We got a problem.
Do whatever it takes to contain the suspect. Do you copy?
We're under attack! We're under attack!
Itu! Itu! Itu!
-Say her name! -Itu! Itu! Itu!
-Say her name! -Itu! Itu!
-Say her name! -Itu! Itu! Itu!
Itu! Itu! Itu!
No! Itu!
What have you done?