What Changed?

What changed?
Why are you on our side now?

I'm not on anyone's side.
I'm on the side of the law.

- The cops are here.
- Cops?

Guys, let's go!

Some bastard sold us out.

What if there is a dark cloud looming above my family?

Sma, you guys prayed.

Prayer changes everything.

Our dead father will regret making a bastard like you.

Same with you.
He wasted his sperm with you.

You're good-for-nothing.

Nkunzi!

Nkunzi...

Nkunzi! Qhabanga!

Please...

Please stop this.

Who called you here?

That doesn't matter, Njomane. Please.

Oh...

Mxolisi called you. Mama's baby.

Please! Brothers shouldn't kill each other.

Pulling guns on each other, wanting to shoot each other!

Do you want to kill each other?

Do you want to kill him, Qhabanga?
Please, Njomane.

I'm begging you, Bhebhe.

I know you're the bull that's been whipped.
A bull that stabs the ground...

- Let me kill this dog.
- Please!

Let go of me!
He wants to kill me.

No matter what it is...

It doesn't matter what you're fighting about.
You can't resolve it with guns.

Njomane, you always tell me how much you love Qhabanga.

You always tell me how fond you are of him.
Is this the love you were talking about?

Is this the love you were talking about?
Please, Baba.

Put the gun down, please.

He's never told me that...

he loves me.

You've never told me that.

Don't do it, Njomane.

It'll eat away at you for the rest of your life.

Please.

Father...

please forgive me.

My flesh became weak because I'd distanced myself from you...

when the temptations of the world came at me.

Please forgive
What is it now?

Zweli, I'm talking to you!

Wait, tell me what's going on here?

Nkunzi wants to kill me.

- What did you do?
- Stop asking me that.

Just know that it's bad, but I'll make sure I protect you. Okay?

- Thank you.
- Thanks, Ma.

Can we talk?

Listen...

Go tell the guys braaing not to burn the meat.

And make sure we don't serve undercooked meat.

This is just childish.

Do you want everyone to see that we're fighting?

Carry on showing your employees that we're fighting. Carry on like that.

You know what?

You don't leave your enemies alive.
You don't do that.

He's your brother. Qhabanga...

Let me tell you what I learnt...

from the Zulu king Shaka.

You never leave your enemy alive...

because they'll strike back when you least expect it.

- We're talking about your brother.
- My brother? The one who wanted to kill me?

What if I hadn't stopped you?
Wouldn't you be regretting it right now?

You know talking to you is like pouring water on a duck's back.

Women's fights are different from men's fights.

You have catfights which end with the pain.

With men...

Our fights end with someone six feet under.

Come in.

Clearly...

you don't like what you see on that