It's beautiful.
Do you think he'll like it?
Mmm.
Dad.
Hey.
My boy.
You shouldn't be here.
Hey, I'm here for us.
What does that even mean?
You know what? I can't. Not today.
I'm sorry.
Dad, look.
Max!
Why won't you talk to me?
The less you know,
the better.
Shh. Zenzi, don't say anything.
Okay, I am off to the shops.
The ladies will be over soon for brunch.
- The ladies? - Uh, yes.
I'm hosting a breakfast for my tennis club.
Have you seen my car keys, Zenzi?
Yes. Yes, ma'am. They're behind the counter.
Thanks.
Shh.
Um, have you seen Summer?
I have not seen Summer all morning, ma'am.
Are you sure she's here?
Oh well. I'll just have to drop ice cream off the shopping list.
No, Mom!
Of course I wouldn't.
Why is this happening? Hmm?
I wanted to study.
Easy, baby girl. Okay?
This was not part of the plan, Max.
Listen, just... Just come here. Come here.
Relax.
Okay?
I'll get more shifts at the club.
The bosses know my name now. They like me.
I'm sure we'll be fine.
Come on.
This is a good thing.
We'll have our own little Max running around this place...
...in a few months.
- In a few months? - Yeah.
Babies don't run immediately...
...in a few months after they're born.
- Shut up.
In a few years... ...then he'll run.
Little Max.
And further news following the incident
at Cape Town Central Train Station last night.
-Police are on the lookout for a woman... - My God.
...believed to be wearing a green coat.
According to a police spokesperson, multiple eyewitnesses...
What is this world coming to?
...matching this description fleeing the station
shortly after the incident took place.
They're asking anyone...
What would drive somebody to commit such a violent murder?
Oh, um, has there been any development with Max?
No, nothing, ma'am.
- Have you been to the police yet? - Yes.
You know, this might not be what you want to hear, but...
this could be your chance to start over.
Okay, I'm off.
Um...
Okay, my darling.
- I love you. - Love you, Mom.
Okay, I'll see you...
But you know what? Actually... ...would you mind popping down to the shops?
I mean...
I've still gotta freshen up before the girls arrive.
- Of course. - Great. Oh!
And will you grab some stuff for Friday night Shabbat dinner, please?
I'll give you a list.
One second.
The police is gonna come knocking again.
They'll trace it back to me.
I believe Ernie's face got messed up pretty bad.
So it's gonna take them some time to identify him.
Which means we have time to cover our tracks.
And Blessing?
You gonna go see him at the club?
You know he doesn't like waiting.
I'll have to figure out my next move before I go see him.
Blessing believes you can go far in this business.
But he needs a favor from you.
Yeah, sure. Anything for the big boss.
You know, the police are looking for Yazid's killer.
And they're bothering Blessing.
Big Boss needs you to take one for the team.
Excuse me?
We'll take good care of you. Your family won't have to struggle.
Ah, no, I'm sorry.
I can't do that.
You won't do more than five years.
You can claim self-defense.
Besides, Yazid was no choirboy.
Not a lot of people say no to Blessing.
But he does take care of those who are loyal to him.
Ah, shit.
Why was Yazid killed...
in the first place?
Max, my friend, don't ask questions you don't want answers to.
This is an opportunity for your family.
They can live in a better house, a better area.
Your son can go to a nicer school.
Isn't that what you want?
A better life for them,
better than what you had?
Come on. You can provide for them, better than you've been.
Here's your opportunity to be a better husband and father.
What do you say, Max?
You'll take care of them?
Of course we will.
- Sorry, Ray.
Um, the police called. They wanna come speak to you again.
And they want to speak to me as well.
What am I supposed to say about Zenzi asking for Jackson Thom's address?
- You say nothing. You hear me? Nothing. - Yeah, Ray, but--
You keep your mouth shut. Okay?
Fucking Zenzi.
I just need to see my husband, sir.
Please, can you just...
Come, baby.
Detective, please.
Max did not kill Yazid. I-it's a mistake.
I'm sorry, ma'am. That's up to the courts to decide now.
Where is Dad?
When is he coming home?
Oh.
Do you have any friends or family?
No.
No family.
Zen...
Sister.
- Thank you.
Are you okay?
Are you on meds?
Jesus.
Why don't you use a gun? It's quicker.
You need to take better care of yourself. That's way too much sugar.
- What do you want, Naledi? - I don't want anything, dear.
You came to my house. You called me, remember?
Well, that was a big mistake.
Fine. We're here now.
What do you need?
Help? Money?
Are you in trouble again?
Max is missing.
He was meant to come out of prison yesterday, but...
...he's just disappeared.
What was he imprisoned for this time?
Assault?
- Murder. - Wow!
You know how to pick them.
I know him, Naledi.
He did not do it.
- Why didn't you call me? - What would you have done?
And in any case... ...I called you after Esulu.
I called you even when Max was arrested,
but I guess you were too busy. Now, you're asking why I didn't call you.
Why didn't you call me? You've got my number.
- I was preoccupied. - Yes, always.
Preoccupied.
But I'm here now.
What did you mean when you said Max didn't do it?
Maybe he left you.
It's for the best.
Max would never leave us.
He's not preoccupied.
Wait, wait, wait, Zenzi.
Let me speak to John, okay?
See if he can speak to his contacts,
maybe put some pressure on the police force.
Don't bother.
I've already been to the police station. I tried filing a missing persons report.
No one seems to care.
I'm in trouble, Naledi. I--
You're always in trouble.
It's because you let everybody walk all over you,
Max included.
Stop cleaning other people's mess.
Stand up for yourself.
- I don't have a choice. - You always have a choice.
I made mine.
I got out.
Just... pull yourself together.
No, it's fine. It's fine.
I will pay for it.
You follow that bitch that Zenzi was talking to.
Hello?
Max, is that you?
Please, say something.
Max.
Hello.
How's Esulu?
He misses you.
He wanted to come today, but I said next time.
And you? How are you coping?
It's a struggle, Max.
We haven't been able to eat some nights.
Enrico keeps on demanding the rent.
We have no warm water or electricity. I mean...
I've taken on extra jobs to try and make ends meet.
But it is not working.
Why is Enrico bugging you for rent?
I thought it was sorted out.
No. What... what do you mean?
Um...
Uh, don't worry.
I'll sort it out.
Look, Zenzi,
I never wanted to disappoint you.
So just don't give up on me.
I will fight for us.
Hello.
Sawubona sisi.
This area's closed.
Hi. Uh, sorry to bother.
I was wondering if you've heard of a guy named Max.
He used to work here.
Uh, Max?
Max who?
Maxwell Mwale. Tall, well-built.
Max.
Have you seen him?
No. No one has. He's upset a lot of people.
- Why? What do you mean? - Who are you?
Hmm?
Sis?
Never mind. Thank you.
Hey! Hey!
Max.
Max...
I would've thought for somebody who cleans other people's houses,
yours at least would be clean.
Why do you always fuck up, Zenzi?
Are you doing it on purpose?
First, you kill Jackson, then Ernie. It's like you're a natural killer.
Please, don't tell anyone. I didn't mean to do it.
Relax. I'm just here to talk.
I just don't want to get into trouble, sir.
You won't.
Not if you listen to what I have to say.
Sit.
Sit!
I come visit you, and you don't even offer me tea.
Please put that down.
This?
Leave it!
Wow.
Sorry.
There's a demon inside of you, isn't there?
I don't care what your issues are.
I need you to give me the gun so I can get rid of it.
- I can't. - You can't or you won't?
First, tell me.
Who was Yazid Noordien, and why did Max go to jail for his murder?
- What was Max involved with? - You don't know what you're talking about.
Where is the damn gun--
Your guys told me that Max took the fall for someone.
I want to know who it was.
Stop playing games with me. Where is it?
I hid it.
It's my insurance so you can't kill me.
You think I need a gun to kill you, huh?
You know the mess you've caused?
But since you're so good at killing, let's put that to good use.
I want you to kill Blessing.
It's the only way you and I are gonna make it out of here alive.
What? You think you have a choice in the matter? I'm not asking.
A couple of lines of these will kill him.
What must I do with that?
Just put it on his desk.
He can't resist good coke.
And after he's had a few lines, bring the bag back to me.
If this man is so dangerous,
how do you expect me to get into his place?
'Cause you've got superpowers.
You're the invisible woman.
Nobody sees you. Nobody cares about you.
I bet you get a rush from killing.
Why else would you push a man in front of a train?
I can see it in your eyes.
We're both killers.
- Okay. - Thank you. Thank you.
Okay.
Say hi to your father.
He's a good guy. I like him.
- Zenzi. - Who was that?
Um...
He's our real estate agent.
We have a buyer for the house.
Who was that man in there with you?
- My boss. - What was he doing--
What do you mean you're selling the house and have a buyer? What about me?
Like I said, you'd better start looking for a new place.
I have nowhere else to go, okay?
I have no money. I...
I have nothing. Please.
Zenzi, I've let you live here for free for long enough.
Max won't be able to find me if you sell this place.
So you still think he's coming back for you?
- Alice, I'm going out. - Yeah.
Don't wait up.
Maybe you should go back up country where you come from.
Surely there's someone you can live with, Zenzi.
I'm sorry.
Y-yes. Uh, I'm looking for my husband, Max Mwale.
Hello?
Yes. Hi, I-I'm looking for my husband, Max Mwale.
Is he a patient at the hospital?
Okay, I'll hold.
Yes. Um, I'm looking for my husband, Max Mwale.
But you didn't even check.
Are you sure?
Okay. But can you-- Hello?
Hi. Yes. Uh, I'm looking for my husband.
I want to check if he's a patient at the hospital.
Okay, okay. Can you check quickly, please, sissy?
- Hello?
Yeah, this is nice.
Hey, hey.
Hey, boy.
Let's go play outside.
Hey. I'm talking to you. What's your problem?
He's having problems with the other kids at school.
I see this kind of thing all the time at the club.
You mustn't show weakness, my boy,
or they'll take advantage of you.
He doesn't need an instructor.
He just needs his father.
No one is listening to me in this house. Take off this nasty dress.
Max, please calm down.
- No. - He's just playing around.
This is where it starts, Zenzi. I won't have a faggot for a son.
- Max, please. - Why must I leave him alone?
This is your fault for encouraging him.
Yeah, yeah.
- Zenzi? - Alice.
Please don't sell the house.
I'm sorry, Zenzi. It's not my decision. Enrico has made up his mind.
Alice, please.
What if it was you? Hmm?
What if you were looking for Enrico?
Okay, fine.
I will talk to him.
Thank you.
But I can't promise you anything.
Okay.
Can we talk to him now?
No, he's not back yet.
- Okay, but can we call him? - Zenzi...
I said I will talk to him.
Enrico...
can we talk?
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Enrico, please.
Okay. Enrico.
I told you to leave me alone.
I'm a married man.
Okay, but...
I've got the money. I can pay the rent. Just don't--
It's too late.
The house is being sold, and that's it.
Please, Enrico.
It's my property, man, and I can do with it as I please.
Now, leave me, woman!
I don't want you.
Nobody wants you.
No wonder your husband left you.
Go home!
Fucking women.
You.
What was that about with Max's wife?
Fuck off.
Hmm.
Tell me where she hid it. Hmm?
Where did Zenzi put the gun?
What? I don't know anything about a gun.
Huh? What are you talking about?
Well, if you find anything,
you contact me.
I can be your friend or your enemy.
But I don't have many enemies who are still alive.
In fact, I have none.
You choose.
Are you feeling okay?
I'm okay.
You don't look well.
I'm, uh...
I'm just a bit tired, that's all.
Still no word from Max?
No.
Um, must I throw these away?
No, no, no. Keep those. Part of my archive from my newspaper days.
Corporates and politicians used to hate me.
They probably still do.
I was looking for an article to reference for my new book,
but I just can't find the article.
Why don't you have a seat?
I still have a lot of work to do.
I need to finish.
Come on. Leave that. Just sit. You can continue to clean later.
Do you play?
- No. - I can teach you.
Why don't you just move?
No. That doesn't go there.
I... I don't...
I don't really know the rules to this game. I...
don't know why you want me to play.
Because I want to study you.
I want to know how you think, how you strategize.
- Why? - It's for my new book.
The protagonist is a cleaner.
I just want to observe your behavior.
- That's creepy.
And why do you want to write a book about a cleaner anyway?
We're not interesting people.
Ah, but there, I must disagree with you, respectfully.
"The unexamined life is not worth living."
Socrates.
I'm still trying to figure out the beginning of the book,
but I already know how it's going to end.
Your move.
How is it going to end?
The cleaner kills the author.
Zenzi, are you okay?
I'm fine.
Look...
the deal to sell the house, it hasn't been closed yet.
I can still delay it...
if you're willing to make it worth my while.
Meet me at the building site in an hour from now.
You know the old abattoir?
Before we demolish that place...
That's if you want me to reconsider selling the house.
I can't.
Otherwise, I'll lose my job at the mall if I get there late.
Zenzi...
if I don't see you there, I'm selling.
And then maybe you can talk to the police about that weapon you're hiding.
I-I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't keep me waiting.
Zenzi, open the door!
- Get in, get out. Unsuspected.
You're invisible.
You want me to follow her?
Fuck.
Boss man, how you doing?
I could ask you the same thing.
I thought you were coming to visit.
You do know that it's rude not to accept an invitation, right?
That wasn't the intention, boss. It's just a busy time for all of us.
Ray-Ray...
are you avoiding me?
Hello?
Come to Block E. The last block. It's in the corner.
The ground-floor clearing.
- Are you still there? - Yeah, I'm still here.
You do know that Jackson made me a lot of money?
And there's always a price to pay
if you remove someone without my approval, right?
I promise you, sir, I did not kill Jackson.
But I might know who did.
Who?
What was so urgent you couldn't tell me on the phone?
Why is my family not taken care of?
We had a deal.
Now, I'm rotting in here because of Blessing.
I want what was promised to me.
Don't worry.
I'll look into it.
If this is not taken care of,
I promise you I'm going to bring you all down.
You can tell Blessing the police will be very happy
to learn who really killed Yazid.
Don't be stupid, Max.
You don't want to cross Blessing.
I mean what I say.
If my family's not taken care of,
everybody's gonna have a problem.
Max Mwale.
Is he out?
Somewhere.
You know what?
Find Max and bring him to me.
I'm gonna need some time.
Please, sir.
You've got 48 hours.
If you don't find him,
I come find you.
What do you want?
I think you know what I want.
You disgust me.
Zenzi...
don't play innocent now.
Hmm.
You...
You want me.
You want me just as much as I've wanted you
ever since the day you moved in with us.
You see?
Right now, I am what you need to stay in the house. Huh?
How do I know you're going to keep your end of the bargain?
You're just gonna have to take a leap of faith and find out.
If I'm happy with your performance,
we can even make this a more permanent arrangement. Huh?
Maybe Alice should know about this.
Hey! Don't threaten me, you fucking bitch. I'll fucking slap you! Huh?
- Hey! Hey!
Look at me.
Don't fucking play hard to get, you fucking cock teaser.
Zenzi.
Zenzi!
Fucking bitch!
Bitch!
I hope you die like they killed your son.
See?
A bunch of horny construction workers, and nobody even fucking notices her.
She's the invisible fucking woman.
What did she even come do here?
Who cares?
The right question is, where does she keep the gun?
Cape Town Police Station. Hello?
Hi. Yes. I need to report a dead body.
- Where did this happen? - At a construction site in Maitland.
I work for Raymond Hendricks, and I have information about a murder.
Zenzi Mwale, the cleaner at Raymond's office,
she asked me for Jackson Thom's address.
And I think that Zenzi went there because Raymond told her.
And now that man, Jackson Thom, he's dead.
- Jackson who? - Jackson Thom.
I've got this from here, Sergeant.
Can you come with me, please, ma'am?
This is the fourth death at a construction site in two months.
- I want you to write an op-ed about it. - Okay.
Cover the angle of the company's apparent lack of responsibility
for occupational safety?
That's why we pay you the big bucks.
I'll remember that next time I invoice.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Interstellar stardust.
We're made of the same elements as the stars, and yet...
we're a million times more fragile...
because death gathers dust.
Oh, Zenzi!
Enrico is gone.
My husband is gone.
I'm sorry, Alice.
I'm so sorry.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
But our souls cannot simply dwell in the dust.
Like dust, we will rise again
and make our presence known...
long after we're gone.