Ludik (2022) s01e04 Episode Script

So when does your training finish today?
Three. Why?
I was hoping you could come by the office.
What?
Why are you forcing the issue?
Because it's important to me.
You give him too much power, Louise.
He's my dad.
What do you want?
I want the two of you to like each other.
No, what do you want,
outside of your family,
and Ludik and your dad?
- What do you want?
- Ludik is my life.
Hey, okay. Hey, look.
I don't wanna argue now.
I'm still my own person.
I still have my own dreams.
Share your dreams with me or
share your life with me.
- Stop.
- Hey.
- I'm not ready.
- Come here.
I'm not gonna stop asking.
I'm not gonna stop until I win you over.
Come here.
- Morning, Mom.
- Morning, son.
- Where's Dad?
- Toilet.
Ah!
Hmm! Ah!
What? Markus. Markus!
Markus, help!
What the fuck is going on?
I don't know. Switch it off.
Just switch it off. Gross.
Fuck.
Hey, what's going on?
- There was, er, porn on the TV suddenly.
- Yeah.
Dad,
could you talk to that coach?
I think I'd need about five
weeks of training before nationals.
Um,
no, not yet.
I haven't had a chance yet.
Just give me his number
then I can chat him.
You're really serious about this, hey.
I've been saving for more than a year.
Really? How much do you have?
Close to 25,000.
And you, er,
you want to use
this money for your training?
Yes.
Yes, Dad. It's my future.
I'll phone my contact
and see what I can organize.
Yes!
Thanks, pop.
Tell me, son, have you still have
the bank account that I opened for you?
Yes, pop.
You're looking
at the next South African MMA champ,
Markus "the bulldog" Ludik!
Blue blood,
black blood.
Black bug, blue bug.
Blue blood
Did my pop do this to you?
No.
We have bullies at our school.
Yeah?
They beat the smaller kids.
Do they hit you?
Do your parents know?
My doctor says I should talk about it,
and not fight back.
So who hit you?
A bully.
If I get my hands on him
Watch out, my boy!
- Are you gonna talk to him?
- Some dogs don't listen.
Talking won't help.
Is it the same man that's bullying my pop?
No one bullies your dad.
He won't allow it.
Swys,
Markus is here. Danie, go get ready.
Are you alright, Swys?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
- Morning, uncle.
- Hi.
Fuck.
Let's go.
What are you doing here?
He wants to talk.
I've got to drop my son at school.
- What's this?
- It's the owner's van.
Where did you get this?
My past has no power over me.
Sorry?
I'm in control of my own destiny.
What are you talking about?
Are we going to beat him up or not?
Fuck, yeah.
Fuck, yeah. Yeah.
Peace be with you.
And unto you peace.
He has come to know that we are
getting much less than what was promised.
Yes. There's a conflict up north.
Yes, I know this.
But he asks, how is that his problem?
He pays for what he takes.
And I deliver what I have.
He says that you
and him have been
business associates for a very long time.
However, for the first time,
he feels uneasy.
And he must ask himself
if your allegiance is, perhaps, shifting.
No.
My truck was robbed
and the police are investigating.
I must wait for this to die down.
That is the truth.
When?
He also has people he needs to answer to.
The police will wrap
this up in the next few days.
It was only a petty crime.
And then it's business as usual.
You have my word.
I love my life. I love my family.
I won't do anything to jeopardize it.
Okay, so
This truck makes about
seven deliveries on a weekly basis.
All of them local.
With the furthest one
being Germiston, on March 22nd.
But
There's no delivery
note for Zimbabwe. Why?
He said that they take
the furniture there to a showroom in
In Avondale. Yes. Blah-blah, blah-blah.
But I guarantee you,
that place doesn't exit.
What can you tell me about the toll gates?
- I found something very interesting.
- Hmm.
- Always the same driver?
- Right.
The truck leaves the Beitbridge border
almost weekly, for the last few weeks.
It's always out on a Thursday or Friday
- and back on a Saturday or Sunday.
- All right.
There are six toll gates
that the truck must go through.
From the border
back to the store in Pretoria.
- Yeah.
- Six.
- Yeah.
- However, on all these occasions,
it has only gone through five.
- Coming back?
- Only when coming back.
Which one does it skip?
Capricorn.
- Where is that?
- Limpopo.
Okay.
So, coming back from Zimbabwe,
they made a detour off the main line.
Why?
Let's get a map. Let's check the area.
He says that
the prophet teaches us
to look within ourselves.
To look up with gratitude.
Look down with humility.
But if we don't,
we look around for more, more, and more.
He says that each and
every day he's at war with himself.
Religion. Greed.
But he prays that God will forgive him.
After all,
he is only human.
He has decided
that he will make this one concession.
But only this one time.
But if he finds out that you have
lied to him or stolen from him,
you will lose more than just your fingers.
What did you get a map this big for?
Why don't you just use a computer?
I prefer big maps.
Okay.
This is Capricorn toll gate.
The truck skips this toll gate and then
they go off the off-ramps to pass through,
and then join the main line here
again in Zebediela or Naboomspruit.
It could be that they have pick-ups
and we just don't have the delivery notes.
Yeah.
They took a detour off
the main line to this area.
But there's nothing here but mines.
- And mostly coal and platinum mines.
- Yeah.
- Except for this one.
- Yeah?
It's a diamond mine.
Diamond.
So he takes a detour
off the main line to this area.
This was not furniture.
Perhaps the driver has a girl.
There are plenty, plenty
hookers there in the Limpopo off-ramps.
So I've heard.
- No, wait. Any word from the driver?
- No.
Who steals furniture?
He does have nice pieces.
Especially in leather.
The bucks, though. I wish
What if it wasn't a robbery?
What if it was a delivery? A payment.
What if he is smuggling?
Daan Ludik? No.
He's just a white guy with a suit.
No.
Daan Ludik.
You devil!
You are a diamond smuggler!
So,
how sure are you he won't just kill you?
That's why I brought you.
Arend needs a driver
and our border contact.
And instead of using trust,
he instills fear and blackmail
to get people to do his bidding.
Do you think this guy is trapped?
Like a rat.
Here we go.
Wait here. Put this on.
- Who's that?
- Just a driver.
What's in the bag?
It's payment, for your services.
I thought Swys was payment.
He was just a means to
an end. This is agreement.
- So just take the money.
- And if I take the money, what then?
Mr. Arend wants this to be
more permanent arrangement.
Delivering every two weeks.
Sometimes every week.
Who knows, maybe you can couple
with your little diamond run on the side.
He doesn't care,
as long as his job gets priority.
But this is what you can expect.
Why isn't he telling me this?
Or does he want to break all ties?
What about the police on my tail?
- It's your problem not his.
- A problem he created.
Listen here, just take the money.
What does he have on you, Bells?
Come now. If we're
gonna be partners, you can tell me.
Look here,
we're not partners.
You work for Mr. Arend.
I work for Mr. Arend.
There is no such thing like partners.
Will you drop the "Mr. Arend" bullshit?
What are you? Nine?
Talk to me. Tell me what it is
you want in order for this to work.
Just get off your fucking high horse.
Listen here,
I'm saying
there's a way out for both of us.
I'm not playing games here.
Who the fuck is that?
What the fuck?
You're alive! Welcome.
- Listen. Calm down.
- Don't fucking touch me.
I just want to run something by you.
Fucking back off.
I'm not swinging sides here.
Bells, no!
Bells!
Enough!
- Daan.
- Daan Ludik. Brigadier Davies.
Shit.
Yes, Brigadier.
Man, I had a look into
the documents that you sent me, you know,
the delivery notes and such.
It would seem that there's some missing.
Yes, Brigadier. I'm just
in the middle of something.
It's concerning
the deliveries made in Limpopo.
I'm not at my desk right now.
I'm sure the delivery
notes won't be too difficult to find
if you do have them.
And I'd be grateful if
you'd look into this for me.
I understand. Please,
Brigadier, call my secretary. Okay?
I'll bloody kill you next time.
It's okay.
I'm not gonna rat on him,
I'm gonna frame him.
But I need your help.
There is a war coming
between Arend and the Zimbabweans.
And I'm caught in
the middle, and so are you.
We're expendable.
Maybe you are. He needs me.
Are you sure?
You don't have any
leverage, pal. And neither do I.
Okay? I don't like that. And I can fix it.
It starts today.
I'm offering you a way out.
Keep that. Run away
if you think you'll survive.
But I need to know,
where does Arend keep the guns?
I'm giving you one hour.
Tell me what you want.
We all need to survive this world.
Bloody bastard hits like a truck.
I'll pick you up later.
Don't clean yourself up,
maybe just the face.
What if he doesn't say yes in an hour?
Then we'll deal with it.
Okay. Well,
just in case.
He'll turn.
Not all guys care for the money.
Are you gonna tell
me what's going on, Daan?
I could ask you the same thing.
Are you hiding something from me, Rina?
Like what?
Think about it before you answer.
Daan,
I don't know what the fuck
is going on, but you're being ridiculous.
I need you to do something for me.
This Brigadier,
try and find something on him.
- Okay.
- Ask Lil to help. Anything.
- Hello.
- Furniture man.
One second. I need to take this.
Your father phoned about the caravan
and there's a young
man waiting for you outside.
- Who?
- Ur,
he wants to marry Louise.
I'm here.
I'm a bit concerned,
and I don't like being concerned.
Have you located my guns?
I'm working on it.
But there's
something I need your help with first.
How connected with
the police are you up there?
Police?
Why do you ask me such questions?
- Mr. Ludik.
- Pieter, I'm busy. Can this wait?
I just need a few
minutes of your time, sir.
I'm not a "sir."
It looks like you were
in a fight? Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Daan.
I just need five
minutes of your time. Please.
You wanna pitch to me why
you're a suitable partner to Louise?
You'd better make
it a fucking good pitch. Get in.
His record is spotless.
Not even a parking ticket.
But, er, there's one thing.
A phone number
that he usually takes at night.
Usually end of week.
This one.
My guess is a mistress.
Well, let's see.
- Hello?
- Hi, is this Grace Johnson?
Speaking.
Good afternoon. This is
Margaret Smith, your pension broker.
Yes, good afternoon. Who?
Margaret Smith. I've been
assigned to your investment profile.
Yes? Hello?
I've noticed
an anomaly on your pension fund.
It occurs when money didn't come in.
I pay every month.
Can I just confirm your full name,
date of birth, and first line of address?
Yeah, sure. It's Gracy Abby Johnson.
17-07-1976.31 Penbrook Avenue.
Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.
- Just hold the line for me.
- Oof!
Like a pro.
Hello?
Time's up. Nice pitch. I don't buy it.
Dad.
- You're late.
- I'm busy. Sorry.
Yeah. What happened to
your face, son? Should I even ask?
I don't have a lot of time.
Tell me which one you like.
Yeah, well, what do you think? This one?
This one?
I thought you were
looking for something to retire in?
How much space does one man need?
Well, more than
this tin would have to offer.
Well, what do you think I'll
take to heaven with me one day?
If it was up to me? This one.
Instant gratification is
an empty pursuit, my boy.
I didn't know you can speak English, Dad.
My budget.
This is your church pension? Wow.
Yeah, I thought all you'd be able
to afford is cot and a sleeping bag.
Listen, if you're going to be a jerk,
I think I'd borrow from the banks.
I'm just kidding, man.
Yep, this one feels a bit small. Hey, pop?
What are you doing here?
I brought the money. And you?
- I asked Hein for his opinion.
- Probably to measure the curtains.
You don't need to be such a jerk, Daan.
Hey. Listen to me, both of you.
I refuse to go to my grave
while my two sons hate each other.
This ends today. What happened to you two?
Maybe Hein wants to go first.
Dad, I got to go.
Pick whichever one you like.
On me.
Daan!
I know what you did.
Why do you keep going back to him?
He's blackmailing me, Hein!
When will he back off?
Don't you have any self-respect?
You!
You can afford it.
What did you say?
I love him.
And And we want to emigrate.
Jesus, brother.
All I ever do is give and you just take.
You bastard.
What about Maureen, huh?
What about your son?
When are you going to tell them the truth?
What's it really going to cost you, huh?
You don't really care about the money.
You just want to have control over us all.
Hey! Whoa! Stop!
Hey, Pieter fucking Davies,
what are you doing here?
Daan.
Whatever trouble you're in, I can help.
My dad is in the police. He's a brigadier.
What?
Pieter Davies?
Pieter fucking Davies.
Listen, Louise,
she's worried about you
and my dad can help you.
Louise is off-limits.
Daan.
So, this is pretty much self-explanatory.
You just put it up.
Bluetooth it to your phone.
And when there's movement,
it'll notify you and start recording.
All right.
Thank you.
Did Daan say when he's picking me up?
No. Er
What's this about?
What do you mean? The mine.
The mine, of course. Er
No, he didn't. But thanks for this.
Daan.
I'm in.
What?
But I want to run the gun trade.
I want to make deals.
You help me get it,
and you can run it. Okay?
And now that we're on the same page,
I need you to do something.
And I need it done today. Can we meet?
Shit.
- Davies.
- Hello.
- Hello. Who's this?
- Is this Davies?
Brigadier Davies, speaking.
Yeah, I'm calling you from
the Harare police station.
Oh, yeah. Hey, listen,
thank you. Thank you for calling back.
Just hang on a second,
I just want to get some information here.
Is there any new information
on the missing truck driver?
The registration is GLA 429 GP.
No, my friend. That case,
my friend, has been closed.
We have closed the case.
We are not looking into it anymore.
Closed?
No. The furniture truck robbery.
License plate GLA
- Yes, my friend, it's closed.
- Who closed it? Why?
- It's orders.
- Orders from who?
- Orders from up top.
- Okay, listen, um
Can you send me the docket.
I wanna see how
I can help in the investigation.
You can go on
our website and make a request.
- Excuse me, a what?
- We have a website, my friend.
You go H-H-T-P slash, slash W
Yeah, I heard you. Listen, man.
- Can't you just email me the thing?
- No.
Do you know if any of
the furniture was recovered?
- No.
- And the blood.
- Do they know whose blood it is?
- No.
No, you don't know
or no, you can't tell me?
I don't know. Bye.
I'll have a donut.
Moyo! Tell Moyo I need to see him.
Okay, sir.
Here is address.
What was Arend
planning on doing with the guns?
He was going to sell
them to another bidder.
I need you to plant this in his house.
- This is your plan?
- Part of it.
- He's a very suspicious man.
- Then don't get caught.
I suspect that pretty soon the police
will catch up to you. If that happens,
tell them that Arend kidnapped
Swys to get me to smuggle something.
You know nothing more.
I don't deal with police.
I'm leaving a trail leading to him.
You're part of the trail.
One more thing.
How come Arend found
out about my diamond business?
Your secretary,
Rina.
She also said that you'd do anything
for that drunk brother-in-law of yours.
She's your rat.
Here's the address.
Look at me.
Put it anywhere in the bedroom. Okay?
Yes.
Oh, okay.
Okay, get off me. Go.
- Errol.
- Grace.
- You look well.
- Yeah, you too.
Thanks.
I'm cooking lasagna this weekend.
Would you like to come over?
There's rugby on.
I don't really watch the rugby.
Me neither.
- I've gotta get back to work.
- Yeah, me too.
And so beautiful people, I think today
is the time for a little introspection.
How do our actions
affect our fellow Christians?
Do we love enough?
And if so, what do
we do to show that love?
And I
I'm gonna be back
with you just after this.
I love you.
Tell me.
I think we have problem.
It's about the driver.
I need to come see you in person.
Well, I'm here.
Waiting in anticipation.
You know, people say fists.
But I say elbows!
In the fucking nose. Hard.
- The knee is hard.
- It's fucking hard.
Yeah.
Knees.
It's wild, yeah.
Good God. Fuck it, Markus.
You know what, bro? It's not fucking wild.
Wild to the max, bro.
- Wild to the fucking max. Huh?
- Wild to the max.
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
Markus, listen. Markus!
Make it a fucking hashtag,
bro. #WildToTheMax.
- #WildToTheMax.
- We'll be fucking trending, bro.
- #WildToTheMax!
- #WildToTheMax, bro. Fuck!
L & Co. Problem child coming.
Did someone say they're
looking for a black Mercedes van?
Markus! Shut up.
Yeah, this is Swys.
Is the number plate JND 234 GP?
Yes, plates match.
Yeah, where are you?
Just outside Centurion. Close
to the N1. I'm following him.
- Markus, come on.
- Let's go.
Markus! You're driving.
Get a fucking move on!
Get the fucking radio, brother!
- Fuck it, Marcus!
- Let's go!
- What do you say?
- Wild to the max.
Wild to the max!
- Yeah, how are we going to do it?
- Help me carry it.
Seriously? This thing is ancient.
It's the only spare I have.
Windows 2000. Really?
Good Lord. Where
can I find the shift cards?
- It's all online. I can show you.
- No, don't stand too close.
So, what's all this?
All of this belongs to Wikus Kruger.
Who?
Listen to me carefully now.
Wikus Kruger is a shift boss.
Okay? He only comes in occasionally.
In fact, you hardly ever see him.
He's been working here, since when, Lil?
2017. All of this stuff belongs to him.
Wikus keeps to himself.
You don't know anything more than that.
Here's the thing. He was here a week ago
and you haven't heard from him since.
Sounds simple.
It is, Eric.
It's very simple.
- I don't think I can lie to the authority.
- No, man, you're not going to lie to them.
You're just going to show
them what's right in front of their eyes.
Wikus Kruger.
And if they look deeper
into this guy, what will they find?
He's dead.
A bum, a drifter with no
loved ones or connections.
Untraceable. So, don't worry about it.
Untraceable.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Good.
- Here's the bastard. We have him!
- Hey, fuck head, I've got you now.
- Markus, we've got him.
- Yeah.
We've got you now.
What are you waiting for?
Why? I don't fucking know!
The fucker!
Come on!
Here we come! Here we fucking come.
Hit him before he closes the window.
I'm going to fucking kill you, brother.
I'm not fucking high,
Markus. I see him. Here he is.
Have you got him?
Damn, Tony's got him.
Bury that when it's finished. Okay?
- You done?
- Done and dusted.
Welcome to the world,
Wikus Kruger. Accomplice to Arend Brown.
Long-time diamond smuggler.
Very nice guy. Loved by many.
- Don't make it too hard for them.
- They have to find something.
Bye, Eric.
Don't fuck this up.
And take a shower. Yeah?
There you go.
Does this mean our business is now over?
No, I'll contact you.
Just stick to the plan.
Are you risking my life and my son's life?
In that case, let's hope this works.
Let's hope.
Has Bells checked in yet?
He knows what to do. Let's go.
Fucker.
Get out of the car, fucker!
That's it.
Huh, check this out. Come on.
All right. Feel this.
Oh, fuck.
No! Fucker!
Markus.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah. Nice shot.
Fuck.
Just tell them the bare
minimum. Call me if you need me.
Am I risking
my life and my son's life?
In that case, let's hope this works.
It's me. Can we meet?
I don't wanna do this anymore.
Okay? I think he knows.
He's been acting suspicious and,
I don't know, I'm not being told anything.
And I want out. Okay?
I've given you what I can,
and that's it. I'm done. Goodbye.
Markus?
Hein?
Good night, pussy.
Subtitle translation by: Regina Njoku