:14:04
- Good morning, constable.
- Good morning, sergeant.
:14:11
- Are things well?
- Yes, sergeant.
:14:14
Good.
:14:17
Let's have a look.
:14:31
Sergeant!
:14:37
Oh, my God.
:14:41
Give me a hand!
:14:44
Give me a hand, damn it!
Give me a hand!
:14:48
Pule Rampa's been murdered.
:14:51
Sir.
:14:52
You mean he committed suicide,
don't you, sergeant?
:14:57
His hands were tied.
:15:00
God only knows why
these poor bastards
:15:02
kill themselves in custody.
:15:05
It must be that they can't bear
the prospect of indefinite detention.
:15:10
Suicide.
:15:13
For God's sakes, captain,
:15:15
his hands were lashed.
:15:16
Suicide.
:15:25
- Where's Zwelakhe?
- I don't know.
:15:27
- Tell me where he is, woman.
- No.
:15:30
- Tell me.
- Micah, he's your son!
:15:32
- That's why I must find him!
- Stop! No.
:15:34
- Stop.
- Tell me, woman. Where is he?
:15:36
- Where is he?
- No!
:15:38
No.
:15:41
Don't, Micah.
:15:42
- I just hope he hasn't gone far away.
- I'll get you some tea.
:15:45
I'll get you some tea.
I'll make some tea.
:15:48
Come... No. Come here. No!
He's mine! He's my son, Micah!
:15:53
Let go, woman.