Blood & Water

Sis?

I'm coming.

Oh, there you are.

Everyone's been asking for you.

What is it?

Everything okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. - So...

why don't you put a smile on that face then for us in the meantime, huh?

That's better.

Hey, this is a party, okay?

Not a funeral.

Now, won't you put this on the table for me over there?

- Sis. - Hey.

Do you know when Ubaba is coming?

I'm not sure, but he's gonna be here, okay? Don't worry.

Now give me a kiss.

- Wait, let me go. Gross. - I'm your older sister. Come on.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

No phones, please.

Yes, Mom.

Listen, have you seen the matches?

I'll get them.

Sis, he's here!

Sis!

- Hip hip hip! - Hooray!

Welcome all.

Thank you all for being here today.

It really means a lot to us.

Thank you, especially, to those of you who have been here

on the 16th of August for every single year

since our beautiful little baby girl was born.

Seventeen years is a long time to look for someone.

But we'll go another 17 if it means I get to hold my beautiful first-born girl

in my arms again.

So please, when you do pray...

just ask God to bring her home.

To make sure that those who took her are brought to justice.

Okay.

Puleng...

Don't forget to make a wish for your sister.

Three...

two...

one.

- Books again? - Take a break from that Xbox.

"There's nothing like looking if you want to find something."

"Love, Dad."

At least this one has pictures.

And you, Makhu.

If you want to achieve something in life, first you must...

- Write it down, I know. - That's right.

Now, open it.

What does it say?

"There is no greater agony than the untold story inside you.

Maya Angelou. Keep hoping, love, Dad."

Thanks, Baba.

- Can I see yours? - Oh, my God.

Yours is more boring than mine.

Don't be stupid, Siya. It's supposed to be empty.

- All right. All right. All right. - That's not a nice word.

Are you staying over this time?

Puleng, I think you need to be patient with us.

We're gonna work something out. I promise you.

I'll be back just now. Hmm?

This girl.

Wow, Zama, wear less.

Puleng, whatevs.

So, I met this guy Chris, all right?

He's 17, he's rich,

he loves to travel, he loves to party,

and he likes my ass.

So basically everything you love?

Yeah, exactly.

Friend, can you please go with me to his party?

Babe, I can't.

The Khumalo National Day of Mourning forbids it.

Okay, let me know if you change your mind.

W-w-w-wait, before you go, is this a yay or a nay?

Puleng?

It's a nay for me.

Sorry, Zama, I... I'll call you back, okay? I have to go.

Why is he leaving already?

He'll be back soon, okay?

Don't worry. Everything will be fine.

Dad left.

I know.

- You told him to go, didn't you? - He said he had somewhere to go.

- Why does Phume get such a big cake? - What?

Siya went to Spur for his birthday,

but Phume gets a three-tiered cake and she's not even here.

Go and gather up the dishes...

- Ma... - Go!

I'm going to Zama's.

You're not going anywhere. We've got guests. Puleng!

Puleng!

Come, come, come, come!

You can say it, you know. You'll feel better.

What?

You're like, "Fuck!"

- Zama. - What?

This girl.

How did things go this year?

Do you want to talk about it?

Nah.

Same old.

So, Chris,

that guy's totally into me.

I mean, why else am I on the VIP list?

Wait, there's a VIP list for a house party?

Yeah. Maybe that's how people do it in Llandudno.

Llandudno?

Zama, why are we going so far?

Am I even on this guest list?

I don't know. We'll see when we get there.

Relax, it's going to be fine.

So, how did you meet him?

He DM'd me.

Okay.

I was stalking his Instagram profile,

and I accidentally liked a picture he posted, like, 35 weeks ago.

I wanted to die.

Who's going to be at this party? I mean...

What if these people are dodgy?

Definitely no one we know, and rich people can't be dodgy.

You barely know this guy. Like, what's his surname?

Drink.

We'll ask questions later.

Drink, girl, drink.

Why did you let me leave the house in a granny cardigan?

Friend, don't stress about clothes, okay?

Your face makes anything look beautiful.

Come. Sissy.

- Excuse me? - Sorry.

- Your name? - Zama and Puleng.

Zama can come in, but Puleng, you're not in the list.

What?

- I knew it. I'll just go home. - No, no, no, friend, wait. Wait.

Give me five seconds, I'll be back right now, okay?

Give me five seconds. Trust me.

You can't just leave me here.

Stop there. Next, come.

God.

P!

Uh, Addie. It's... It's fine.

- You can let her in. - Come in.

Three, two, one, go.

Ah.

Yaas, bitch!

Let's, uh, get out of here.

Okay.

Friend, I'll catch you later.

Zama?

- Ow! - Oh.

- Ow. - Shit, oh, shit.

I'm so sorry again.

Oh, shit. Let me just...

No, it's fine. It's fine.

I see you made a new friend. Does she want kush?

Seventy bucks.

It's worth it.

No, thank you.

Try not to burn her clothes next time, and maybe she'll fuck you.

Pardon me.

Oh, excuse me. Sorry.

Excuse me, sorry.

Hello? Can I please have a cider?

Hello?

- Can I please have a drink? - Wow.

Mind if I try?

Hey, Jono. Can I have a cider, please?

Of course.

What are you having?

Me? Oh.

- I'll have a cider as well. - Two ciders.

Girls gotta stick together, right?

I've only got the one.

- Oh, it's fine. You can have it. - No.

She'll have the cider. I'll have a G&T.

How much for the cider?

Okay, no?

Cute cardi, by the way.

Ew.

Shit. Puleng? Friend?

Friend, wait.

- She can join if she wants. - I'm so sorry about that.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm just trying to unsee what I just saw.

Um...

Wait, did... did he just say I could join in if I want?

Well, what can I say?

I know how to pick them.

Lord.

Uh, look, friend, I'm so sorry for leaving you hanging.

I will find you around when I'm done.

- Done? Ew. Ew, Zama. - Yes.

- Give me a kiss. Give me... - Ew.

Bye!

Ugh!

I shouldn't even be here. There's too many people.

So then, tell me to leave.

Is this even real? 'Cause if it is, I'm all in.