The Queenstown Kings (The Kings of Queenstown)

Hey, Fezile! Look, pass right.

- Pass right, man. - Yeah

Sure, Cloete. Pass.

This side, Fezile!

Fezile, come on!

It's right there!

Cloete, Cloete!

What are you doing? What is that?

My goodness, Khulu?

Sure, boy. Sure, boy.

- Phone call! - He's given away the...

- Nice. Nice! - Phone call!

- It's a goal! - It's a super goal!

It's your people from the village.

I know they want money.

- Should I tell them you don't have it? - Oh, yes!

Hell... Greetings.

Ma?

Bring me a bottle. I want to drink.

No man, you've been chewing my butt all month.

Chewing my butt all month long. Look!

Give me the bottle and stop messing around.

I'm working here.

Even Manqoba Mngqithi says it helps with my technical reading of the game.

Bring the bottle and stop messing with me.

I don't understand why we can't take a flight.

There are no flights to Eastern Cape at this time, and you know that.

There are no more flights.

Besides, the funeral is first thing in the morning.

This thing is broken.

The wind will kill us driving to the Eastern Cape.

You know this thing doesn't close.

If you want to stay behind then do that, dude. I'll go alone.

With those loose geese from Queenstown?

Don't mess with me.

You're messing with me.

You've started drinking already?

These people are full of nonsense.

Just because I'm renting this house,

doesn't mean they can put a "for sale" sign up without telling me.

What the hell is that? Where have you heard of that?

You'll never make it into the Academy

of Sundowns kicking like that.

Huh?

Ouch, Mkhulu.

That's my boy. That's my boy.

You can't just depend on talent, do you understand?

You also need to have discipline, understand?

Just like Christiano Ronaldo, right?

Yes, Mkhulu.

You need to know what you're doing, right? Go.

Let's go, let's go.

Take a pic.

- That's Mkhulu. - Hey, hey, hey!

Fezile, come inside. It's cold, my boy.

Fez, the food is ready, boy-boy. Come inside.

Look, it's your mother again.

Please take her call

and explain why we're late for the funeral.

Oh, you're such a stupid fool.

How long until we get there?

Look now.

Wait a minute, brother.

Can't you see who I am, brother?

Just get out of the vehicle, please.

I'm a law-abiding... Relax, baby, I'll be back.

What do you want to discuss, gentlemen?

Wait a minute. Don't...

Police brutality! I knew this would happen.

My love, please call my mom.

- Okay. - Call my Mom,

and tell her about this dilemma I'm in.

- Where are you taking him? - Wait, guys. Do you know who I am?

- Do you know me, boss? Do you know me?! - Don't hurt him!

Come on, man. Look at me carefully.

Come on. Look, man. Don't you see me, bro?

- Don't you see me, brother? - How am I going to drive this car?

- Aren't you a football supporter? - I don't know how to get to his family.

Which team do you support? You look like a Pirates fan.

- Chippa United. - Chippa United? You're a loser.

That's why you want to lock me up because

you've never won anything in your life!

I am a winner, bro!

- I'm a winner! A five-time. - Just let him go!

league champion in South Africa.

You can't do anything to me!

Goodness! What is Major doing?

- What's wrong now? - Eish, this guy.

German engineering where you need it most.

I'm not talking about girls. I'm talking about cars.

German cars are everywhere. Wow!

I'm telling you.

Mr Mkhulu Mahamba. He was such a phenomenal man.

It's just sad to see him leave. May he rest in peace.

You see that girl, Phelisa?

She only dates guys who are playing in the champions league.

As for you, you're still in the Mvela league.

In fact, this guy is still playing in the dusty streets.

Look at his stupid shoes.

Then look at the car she got out of.

Do you think you'll get her? Never, man.

Lord, Almighty God.

God of all ages.

When it's good. When it's dark.

Even when we cry,

you are still God.

He needs to be fetched.

Oh, not now.

Mama, I don't think it'll be that easy.

Don't tell me stories.

Fana must talk to his colleagues and see what they can do.

My goodness, that's madness.

How much longer are you going to put up with this nonsense?

I'm always cleaning up his nonsense.

Very soon, I'll be in trouble because of him.

Lovey, lovey.

Listen, man.

I agree with Sasa.

We need to think about Fezile. After all, it's his dad.

No, man. That person is not my dad.

Young man.

You're not my dad either.

- No, young man. - No, Fez.

Well, brother. It's all up to you now.

Please forgive me, Mama.

- Are you okay, Mom? - I'm alright, my child.

You know,

I don't think he should leave. He should stay here at home

until his son forgives him.

But then,

I don't expect a girl like you

to stay here and wait for him

while he fixes his relationship with his son.

A girl like me, Mom?

Okay, bye.

Ladies, I hope you're playing nice.

Praises unto the ancestors.

Let's go. I want to show you something.

No problem. Let's go, baby.

Come on. Come on, man.

She's looking this way.

Pass it to him. It'll come back to you.

- Hey! - Pass it again.

Pass it to him again.

Pass!

Look at this. Do you see him?

Your father groomed him, and left him for the community.

- Pass the ball. - Do you see him?

Pass, man!

- Nice one. - Go, Zidane!

That's my son!

- Go, Zidane! - Zidane!

Fezile! Fezile!

Look.

Pass!

Take a shot!

Yes, man!

There's Terror, guys!

That's Terror.

Yes, boy. Yes!

That's my boy!

That's Terror.

- Look, look. - It looks like

he's taken after me and gone beyond.

Hold on, guys. Is that Terror Mahamba?

It's him!

And now?

- Mahamba has a Porsche! - He has a Porsche!

Mahamba has a Porsche, we saw it.

- Buddy, you just scored a goal. - Just wait, man!

He has a Porsche!

We saw it. Mahamba has a Porsche!

Mahamba has a Porsche.

- He's back. - Mahamba has a Porsche.

We saw it. Mahamba has a Porsche.

Fezile! Come here.

Mahamba has a Porsche.

- Fezile! Fezile! - Mahamba has a Porsche.

- We saw it. Mahamba has a Porsche -Fezile.

I was also instructed and trained by Mr. Mahamba.

And I think that will make him happy that we continue his legacy.

Those of us who are still around and have the chance to do so.

Rest in peace, Sir.

Because you're having financial problems?

Yes, that's correct, Your Honor. I mean, Your Worship.

Give me one reason why I shouldn't lock you up.

Your Worship,

I have no words to explain how much I regret what I did.

As I explained in my affidavit,

I was dealing with the trauma of losing my father.

That's why I behaved like that.

My plea today is that you grant me bail.

I don't think I'm a flight risk,

and I'm also not a threat to the community.

I'm a well-known soccer player,

and I think my fame can be used

to spread a positive message.

It seems to me because of your celebrity status,

perhaps I should lock you up, Mr. Mahamba,

to make an example of you for future offenders.