Magenta Coal - First Season

Zeb, why are you sinking so much money into this dump?

It's hemorrhaging money from all sides.

It's... Why?

The man who's the current owner of this dump...

Do you know who I am? Huh?

- Donald Mkhabela. -You'll find out who I am.

At some point in our lives, I tried to be his partner,

he threw me out of his office.

- You're stealing from me. - Told me I was not going

to amount to anything in my life.

Oh, so this is just uh... payback time?

Amongst other things.

We can use this dump for our magnesium smelter.

Sharp.

Hey, can we talk?

About what?

You've made it abundantly clear

you wish I was as dead as my mother.

Please, that...

That was the alcohol talking.

You can't believe everything you hear.

Well, I'll have you know I'm not hearing anything from you.

Look...

Can we have... Maybe have a cup of coffee?

Sorry, coffee's not my thing, I have work to do.

Please, I beg of you.

Let's just... reset, you and I.

Sure. Why not?

Thanks. Come.

Zebedia Nkosi,

Where are you and your dogs going? What do you want here?

- Huh? -It's Chief Nkosi to you.

No, no, no. What do you want?

Straight to the point.

You have not answered me. What do you want?

The man wants to know why we're here.

Well, here is a writ from the court, that says that everything here,

all the land you're standing upon,

now belongs to Magenta Coal.

What?

Nkosi, when you look at me, do you think I'm someone to mess with?

- -You'll get my land over my dead body.

That could be arranged, Mkhabela.

So what are you waiting for?

I'll tell you what.

Let's do what we used to do as boys.

Do you really want to go there?

If you win, you keep your dump.

But if I win,

I take it from you.

Now you're talking.

Oh, thank you, dear.

Thanks.

You know, when my mother died,

dad told me not to worry.

He told me you'd be like a mother to me.

Well I tried, but you kept pushing me away.

Ah! Let the games begin.

I didn't want my mother replaced, I just wanted her back.

I can understand that.

- -

Is that why you...

kept throwing these wild parties?

You know, the booze, the drugs? The women?

I don't know.

But it was a bit concerning for the image of the family.

You know, you being the oldest son.

Something has always bothered me about you.

You're more concerned

about the image of this family,

than the wellbeing of the members of the family.

I don't see how boozing and drugging can be good

for anybody's wellbeing.

And that's exactly what I can't stand about you.

Your constant judging and bashing.

I don't know how your children deal with it.

My children are doing just fine, thank you very much!

And they will continue

to live up to the high standards of the Nkosi Clan!

Ah! Oh!

Unlike some members of this household.

Good luck. Thank you for the damn coffee.

Give him.

Any last words?

It's not over. It's not over.

No, no, no, no. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Gosh!

- - Not now!

I said not now.

Yeah, but your room needs cleaning, Khumbulani.

Yeah.

Yes! Yes!

You are my lucky charm.

You. Come here, come here. Come sit with me.

Ah... No, Khumbulani. Mm-mm.

I have to go, I'm going to get in trouble.

No, no, no, no! You can't leave...

What's going on here?

Are you gambling again?

Go.

No. I need her.

Need her for what?

I made over R300,000 with this woman next to me.

-She's my lucky charm. - Oh my goodness.

You stand to lose far more than that,

if you do not help me right now.

Leave.

Close the door!

What should I help you with?

I need you to steal a business plan from a laptop

of Mangaliso's.

Why would you want me to steal a business plan from

Mangaliso when you can just ask for it, Ma?

I did not come here to be interrogated.

Are you going to help me or not?

I'm not sure if I'll be able to.

What is the point of you having all this computer knowledge,

if you can't help me with things like this?

Because it's wrong, Ma.

Ugh, I don't want to argue with you, man.

Ugh.

Alright, um...

you can have your little... play thing

if you help me steal the business plan.

For as long as you want.

I don't like what you're doing.

I don't like what you're doing to the kids.

We spoke about this!

I'm not just going to handover the magnesium smelter

to Sandile. He has to earn it.

-But nobody's as qualified as Sandile. -Good.

Then he just has to impress me and the board.

Mangaliso is a drunk who loves drugs and women.

Is that the kind of person you want in charge of this company?

I know that Mangaliso is not your son,

but it might help if we just pretend like we're a family.

In fact, if you have him on your side...

it might benefit you in case he wins.

Zeb, it's not fair to Sandile, what you're doing.

If Mangaliso becomes head,

how long do you think before he bankrupts Magenta Coal?

I want you.

- -

What's your problem, mmh?

I...

Sandile!

- -Dimakatso.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

What's going on here?

Nothing, Ma.

Your father is doors away from here,

and her husband too!

Exactly.

And you loose thing,

what does your husband think

you're doing here in the middle of the day?

Well, is it not obvious

- that I brought him lunch? - Yeah.

Get out.

Get out.

Sandile, you should be focusing

on preparing your pitch for the smelter project.

Not this.

This is the biggest deal the company's ever had.

And you know that heading this project

puts you in a prime position to be CEO of Magenta Coal.

I'm not gonna bother, Ma. I mean, who are we kidding?

We know Mangaliso is the engineer of the family.

I'm just a bloody accountant.

Don't you dare.

Don't you ever look down upon yourself.

Understood?

There's always a way.

You think so?

You will do as I say.

Or maybe you would like Muzi to find out

that he's not the only one

sampling the cherries of the Dimakatso tree.

Ma, I'm not plucking no cherry here.

She came in here,

she came on to me.

You know this girl is forward.

Nothing happened, and you saw it.

Let's just hope that Muzi buys your story.