A man alleged to have robbed a house, is killed by the community. This scene takes place one month later.

SCENE 39. EXT- STREET: NIGHT

A red BMW 3 series pulls up under a dimly lit street light in a secluded part of town. Its headlights dip and suddenly Dumi and Disky open the two front doors and walk out. Disky moves around and leans with the driver's door next to Dumi. Dumi repeatedly gazes at his wristwatch. After nearly fifteen seconds of silence, he reaches for a cigarette from his breast-pocket and lights it.

Dumi
[without maintaining eye contact]

Disky, I am going to reiterate what I said to you last month that I'm grateful about how you handled things while I was away. Mchana I don't know if you take me as seriously as I take myself. I think it's time I prepared you to take over incase Jacobs gets his day one of these days. You know if there's one lesson I learnt in prison was that nothing is fun if you have it but your homeboys can't get a share. Let's share these bitches like communists chana.

Disky
(inhales his asthma inhaler then laughs heartily)

Quite a change in your stance chief. I remember you saying some time ago 'touch what is mine, or everything I love and I'll fill your fat body with hot lead'.

Dumi

Prison does that to you chana. You start to see things in a broader view. You start to see life in a positive way. Let nobody tell you different, life is a gift, it's important & should be preserved at all times. Increase peace & cut all the bullshit. Bullshit won't put food on your table, but as long as you are alive you can always find a way to do it. So stay as far away from bullshit as possible. People do time for that in prison, just because they didn't want to keep they noses away from things that didn't need their attention or concern them. (Pauses)

And Disky man this is the last transaction we're gonna be doing on the streets.

Disky
(holds a can of beer)

What now, has the great brave Dumi gone soft?

Dumi

No, no way in hell. I realised that you have to lose money to make money. The best thing about prison is that you get to watch television with the real brains who can make a dollar out of fifteen cents. Intelligent people, former municipal managers and DGs who were caught with their paws in the cookie jar, couldn't get a political solution like Zuma and are now doing hard time with us common people who were denied tenders by them and pushed in a corner.

Disky

So it's more like a university of sorts?

Dumi

Don't listen to all the bullshit they say, prison is fucked up, it's a brain dump. You got the best brains in there.

Disky

But you saying some nice shit about it

Dumi

No, I'm just saying there's some stuff you learn if you have an ear for game

(pauses and peers at his wristwatch, then empties his can of beer and reaches for another through the car-window)

Do you know what's the next convenient way of doing the same thing? We use the official courier service guys to deliver our stuff. No police officer or road block searches their parcels.

Disky

And, what about the money part?

Dumi
(stubs the cigarette)

Electronic, internet banking, that's the future. President Mbeki calls it the second economy and we are the economists, the Merrill Lynches and Econometrixes. That way, we clock figures big as your mama's ass

Disky

My mama's ass? You say?

Dumi
(pats him on the back)

I'm joking chana, just a figure of speech, we still friends, comrades, communists.

Disky

You forgiven, only if you know you owe me one. So tell me, what if there is what we call a deliberate communication breakdown and the parcel receiver does not handle his part of the deal?

Dumi
(laughs heartily)

Now that's what's good about prison after all the time you do there. I've got my Parole Officer, I just brief Captain Jacobs about the availability of stuff in somebody's backyard, and boom! I'm the good guy and he writes me good recommendations. Even gets me a temp in the Narcotics Unit, free stuff for all my boys, imagine that.

( a blue Honda SUV arrives, parks right behind the BMW, two men walk out and approach. Dumi and Disky meet them half-way between the two cars. The big guy, who looks like a Central African with a German cut is handed a brown envelope by Disky as Dumi watches carefully. The Central African's side-kick happens to be the same man Dumi used to smoke marijuana with in prison. After carefully studying the contents he passes over to Disky another similar envelope)

Disky
(counts the money carefully then throws down his cigarette stub and presses his shoe firmly on it)

I don't think we have everything in this envelope, anything we should know that you are not telling us big man?.

Big Man
(shaking lightly)

Sure, I run in problem during my ronds und couldn't menage to get ahl da stash due to tha loot, I was nut well und couldn't complete my ronds in time forr tha meeting.

Disky
(coyly)

And when were you going tell us this?

Big Man

Ughmmm

Dumi
(interjects)

No no no, let me get this from the horse's mouth, you couldn't afford to raise enough juice for the price of the loot even though you did juice the loot?

Big Man

Me guess so Dumi, guess so man, it's hard luck
(pauses)

Dumi

You juiced my loot on credit, where did you learn that shit? Has Disky been running credit control classes in my absence?

Big Man

I'm sorry, sure no one teach me. Dumi man, welcome back, we've been short of leader without you away.

Dumi
(pulls out a pistol and points)

Don't Dumi me kwerekwere muthafucka you are behaving like a bitch now. Whore dick-sucking muthafucking bitch. I 'm like away for a few months and when I come back all my once faithful soldiers is snitches. Grown fucking pubic hairs now huh? You know, I didn't have to come here with Disky tonight but I get told you are all out of control now. Disky, I'm gonna show you what we do to bitches, we don't take them from behind like mongrels we just shoot them from the front like soldiers.

Big man
(raises his hands in surrender)

Dumi man, please don't, don't hurt me man.

Dumi

No, I don't hurt you, come on, take off your clothes, now.

Big man
(puzzled)

My clothes?

Dumi

Am I hearing some echo coming from your way? You heard me right, your clothes, your fucking el-chipo pieces of clothing you bloody Nigerian muthafucking snitch.

(Big Man takes his shirt and trouser off then stares at Dumi timidly)

Take off those stupid boxer shots too, when will you learn to take instructions from your boss? What are you teaching these young soldiers?

(He reluctantly drops his boxers and shields his genitals with his palms)

What are you hiding? That sorry small uncircumcised excuse for a dick. It's so tintsy you can't even fuck with it. I wonder which part of Nigeria you come from because you know what stupid, last I checked all your brothers had big athletic size cocks.

(Pauses and laughs a mocking laugh)

Now put your hands on your head.

Big man
(pleads)

But Dumi man please, I pay you back with interest, don't do this!!!

Dumi
(takes aim)

I don't do interest, I'm not a bank. Fuck you!!!

(Dumi pulls the trigger six times, hitting the man to the ground while his side-kick is caught off guard just looking, frozen)

Was he your boss?

(The man nods)

I'm sorry I make him pay. This is your opportunity to be big. You take over his operations today, you will deal with Disky. I'm not coming back to these streets again, make sure that never happens.

(pauses and stares at him, then spits over his corpse)

Now fuck out of here, ugly muthafucka.

(the man runs, hurriedly gets into the car and drives off)

Disky
(after much silence)

Dumi, I think somebody was watching us. I saw a shadow the corner, gripped my hand on the butt of my gun but when the justice was meted out it retreated and disappeared.

Dumi
(edgy)

Where?

Disky
(approaches)

Here.

(He looks around and soon finds a camcorder lens cover)

This is what I found, looks like some camera lens cover or something.

Dumi
(inspects it)

I think I know who was here, that excuse for a filmmaker Coloured cocksucker. Okay let's leave this son-of-a-bitch for Jacobs to do spring cleaning tomorrow.

(They pick the dead man's clothes, get into the car and drive off)