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Hey! Hey, you fool!
How many times must I tell you, stupid?
It's the same, man.
Grandma?
It's time to eat.
I will eat later, my child.
But…
you haven't eaten.
I can't inject you on an empty stomach.
I'm not hungry.
If you won't eat, I won't either.
Oh no…
are you going to starve yourself?
If that's what it will take to make you eat.
All right then, I will eat.
Sit up, Grandma.
Just a little.
I pray my ancestors protect you, my child.
I'm sure they have more important things to worry about.
Don't act like our ancestors don't exist.
If they existed…
would they have allowed all of this?
You're just looking at the bad
and ignoring all the good they've done.
Like what?
Like you, my child?
I wish I was enough.
My child…
No, Grandma, don't say that.
Bring that here. I will feed myself.
Goodness.
Doesn't look like it's enough.
Make it more.
No, I'm not making that mistake again.
You will go into shock again.
Do you want to finish your food before your injection?
I would like you…
to finish your education.
Oh, Grandma.
Let me do the injection.
-Give it. I will inject myself. -No, Grandma.
Oh, wonderful.
He's a madman.
Why are you here?
Karma…
So you're hanging around white people now?
Oh, please.
Where are you coming from?
I'm out of breath.
You know, I suspect…
you gave me a love potion.
Do you blame me?
Not at all.
I'd do the same thing.
You were seen at the river?
You have a white friend now?
Why? Are you jealous?
Of a white person?
No way.
Tshepo?
I want to know what she wants.
I don't know either.
She said she wants me to be her tour guide in Sharpeville.
But I'm not sure. She seems to want something else.
These white people.
You know, they come here every year, acting like they care about our tragedy
when they were the cause of it to begin with.
Think things would have turned out differently if the massacre didn't happen?
I don't know.
My grandma might still be alive.
Or maybe she'd have died of old age anyway.
No, Siya.
Dying from old age is better than being shot in the back.
I don't know.
Death is all the same.
Let's say you had to choose right now
how your grandma dies.
What would you choose?
-Tshepo, we can't talk about that. -No, let's talk about it.
Choose.
Grandma almost died once.
She overdosed on insulin when I wasn't around.
Wow. I thought insulin only kills you when you don't have enough.
No…
But at that moment I remember thinking to myself
maybe that's the best way for her to go.
Sleeping peacefully.
You see…
I would have preferred that for my grandmother.
But instead…
we can't forget that our people died horribly.
How are we supposed to forget
with Mam' Zikode and all her prophets constantly reminding us?
Yeah, that old lady is crazy.
Apparently, she sees things.
Tell me…
What do you know about her?
Your white friend?
She lives in Cape Town,
she loves taking pictures, and her father was a cop.
This is starting to make sense.
Her father was a cop that shot Black people during apartheid.
Now she's shooting Black people with her camera.
It's just shooting everywhere.
Tshepo, you pulled me away
because you wanted to talk about the white woman?
Really…
it's not everyday someone you know becomes the talk of the whole township.
-Who is talking about me? -Everyone.
How do you think I knew?
You really want to talk about the woman?
I want to know about her.
You know what?
There something else you want to talk about?
No, forget it.
Wow, Siya.
Siya.
Baby.
My goodness, that's no way to greet a guest.
Where'd you get the cigarette?
From your friend.
We are not friends.
That's not how I see it.
You were gone for a long time.
I'm sorry, I lost track of time.
I was with Tshepo.
Did you take this lady's offer?
I heard she offered you a job and you just left with Tshepo.
So she came to ask for her money back?
No, she said you didn't want to leave me on my own.
So she decided to come and keep me company.
I don't know what she wants from us.
What would she want here?
I like her.
She reminds me of someone I know.
And who is that?
Your old boss, Mrs. Leroux?
No.
That fucking bitch.
My friend, she's here with the white lady.
You need to get here.
Get here now!
Tshepo, wait.
Piss off with your bullshit!
Listen, Tshepo, listen. Wait.
We are just dancing.
This party is over.
Fuck off.
You fuck off.
Oh! I've had enough.
Have you given the offer some thought?
What offer, Grandma?
It doesn't matter.
What matters is what you say.
I can't go and leave you here.
She told me there's more opportunities there than here.
No, Grandma.
Okay, make me understand.
No, Grandma.
My child, I said make me understand.
Grandma, stop trying to convince me to leave you.
I will never do that.
I never asked you to stay.
Hey, whitey.
-You know what she wants, boy? -What?
She wants to swim. Let's dunk her.
You want to swim, huh?
Hey, brother.
What are we waiting for?
But you can see her.
-See what? -She's just a whitey.
She is scared.
-You thinking straight? -You know I don't hurt women, right?
I think you're losing it.
Just because I won't do anything
doesn't mean you shouldn't.
You…
be all over her, my friend.
There we go. Come here.
Good Lord…
am I in hell?
I know you.
Where are my clothes?
What the fuck?
Imagine you modeling.
Hmm. Being all serious.
She is crazy. She just wanted to use me.
That's how white people are.
All they do is use people.
Yeah, but I saw you.
-Me? -Yes.
Maybe a little.
What I did was idiotic.
Idiotic?
I'm an idiot.
Your idiot.
Now.
Tshepo, get off.
Where did you get this bag?
Uh… The guys found it and sold it to me.
No, this is Tyra's bag.
Rubbish. There's lots of bags like these around the township.
Goodness…
Tshepo, what did you do?
Drink!
What do you want, busybody?
I'm looking for the white woman.
Here are the white people. We are with them.
No, the woman who always has a camera. Tyra.
She's the one who's been telling people that my tours are boring.
I don't know.
Yes, I was supposed to do that, but now I can't find her.
So you're the one taking food from my table? Huh?
Are you a tour guide? Are you a Sharpeville-ologist?
You know what?
Go. Go, get out of here!
Go before I slap you and they accuse me of GDV.
What do you want?
Grandma.
Grandma. Oh my God.
Grandma, see why I can't leave you?
I just took a nap. I knew you'd come wake me up.
You took too long though.
I'm sorry, Grandma.
I was busy looking for Tyra.
I fear something bad may have happened to her.
What makes you say that?
I can't find her.
Go and look for her.
How, Grandma?
Or maybe she left.
No, I went to check at the lodge she's staying at
and she didn't check out.
Go and look for her or else I will.
No, Grandma, you are in no state to do that.
Why don't you ask Tshepo to send his boys to go and search for her?
I suspect he's behind Tyra's disappearance.
What makes you say that?
He did something.
You know what, my child? If I ever went missing,
I would want you to search until you found me.
Grandma, I don't even know if she's still alive or not.
Deep down, what do you feel?
Go and look for her.
So, my girl,
I am a prophet.
A prophet.
So, you knew she was coming, right?
I wasn't sure.
Don't lie!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I know that you're afraid.
-Brother? -Yes?
What did you find there?
There is a book with the names of all the cops
that were involved in our discrimination.
Guess whose name is there?
Who?
So what's the plan?
I need to tell Siya.
Let's do this.
Let's do this, brother.
Hey, Siya!
Oh, Grandmother.
Tshepo.
I am looking for Siya.
I can't find her. Do you know where she might be?
She went to the river.
What's wrong? What is she doing at the river?
She went to fix what you messed up.
Tell me, Grandmother…
what did I do?
What you always do.
The good thing is…
what goes around comes around, my boy.
The truth always comes out at the end.
So you think…
I should be arrested for injuring one white person?
Yet not even one white person was punished for the merciless deaths of our people.
Does that seem fair to you?
Tell that to the police when they arrest you.
You know, Grandma, the truth is…
I need someone with strength.
Someone like myself and Muzi
and not a sickly person like you.
It's because of people like you
that we will never overcome this dark cloud.
People like me?
Who hurt Black people?
Killing them like goats?
Even when I'm against our people getting justice?
These people come here on a daily basis
to gloat.
To show us we agreed to remain fools, to be violated by them.
The white lady you care about so much is exactly like them.
No…
There's something else I discovered about your white lady.
It's clear she is the worst of them all.
I hope she and her family burn in hell.
I hear your pain.
The thing about pain…
is that it's taken away by one thing.
It's taken away by death.
-No, brother. Wait… -Hey!
Tshepo, my brother.
Tshepo.
-Tshepo, what did you do? -Do you want to go to jail?
You want to go to jail?
Man up, for goodness sake.
Evil spirits are hovering. Evil spirits are hovering, Father.
You're the one who knows it all, Jehovah my Lord.
Hey, Siya!
-Let's talk. -What bullshit is this?
-Piss off. -Whoa, whoa, wait.
What are you doing here?
Tshepo, please let this go.
Let it go?
I'm not going back. I'm going to finish this rubbish once and for all.
Please, Tshepo. Tshepo.
What happened between you and Tyra doesn't matter anymore.
Tyra will forget everything.
Forgetting? Do you know white people?
You hurt her a little bit, she tells the whole world.
But when they hurt us…
I'm telling you she won't speak. I'm telling you.
Open your eyes.
Her father…
was one of the cops
that killed our people.
Love! Bullshit!
Bullshit! She's here to finish what her father started.
Tshepo, I am begging you.
-I am begging you, Tshepo! -Hold her!
Tshepo, you are hurting her!
Let her go!
We are fighting against neither flesh nor blood.
We exalt you, Lord!
We praise you, Father! Enter Holy Spirit! Enter Holy Spirit!
Tshepo, what did you do to her?
What did you do to her?
Our people can finally rest in peace.
And heal as the spirit of Satan lurks, my God.
Where did you get that?
It's your granny's.
She doesn't need it anymore.
Tshepo, what did you do to my grandmother?
What did you do to my grandmother?
You killed my grandmother!
Leave me alone!
Remove the devil's work!
Let me go.
Get away from me.
I'm sorry, my love.
I'm sorry, okay?
Tyra was mine.
What you did…
you took away my past and my future.
-You forced my hand. -No.
Your actions have cursed us.
I know you've always wanted to do this.
Now you will live your whole life on the run.
Tshepo. What will we do with Siya? You know she will tell people.
I know.
So, are you letting her go?
I don't know, my brother.
I'm tired of Siya. I'm tired of this place.
I am just tired.
So, what are we going to do?
We will run away.
Until when?
Forever.
Yes, my girl.
Tyra is now one…
with the river and with time.
I want the river to spit her out.
Let it release her again.
The river coughed her out because…
her spirit was wandering aimlessly,
unable to pass…
because she lost something very important…
on the day of the massacre.
She found what she had lost when she found you.
Her spirit is no longer roaming.
She isn't on the run anymore.
Running from what?
She wasn't running from anything.
She ran in order to free herself from the body that you once lived in.
In order to protect you.
Was I there?
We were all there.
Even Tshepo?
Tshepo will be killed by a dream, my child.
An excruciating dream…
but like I said before,
Tyra is now one with the river and time.
Don't cry.
Don't cry, my child.
She will come back and find you.