Dangerous Ground Page #2

and I had to find him...

somewhere in Johannesburg.

Guess what they tried

to get me to do.

- What?

- Sacrifice a bull.

- You mean kill it?

- Yeah.

Did you do it?

No. Ernest did. My brother.

Did it suffer?

No. It was real quick,

like sudden death.

- Real quick.

- Yuck.

What you mean, yuck?

That's the ritual here.

- It's the tradition.

- I don't care.

What I need you to do

is call the professor...

and tell him my mother's

sick or something.

What's wrong with her?

She ain't sick...

but he's not gonna understand

the reason I have to stay.

You can't afford

to miss your exams.

I know, but I'm the eldest.

How are you gonna find him?

I don't even have

any phone numbers on him.

All I got is two addresses-

one in the city

and one in Soweto.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna try the one

in the city tonight.

I should be on the plane

first thing in the morning.

All right. Be careful.

- OK. All right?

- OK.

- I'll call and let you know.

- All right. Bye.

Sh*t.

It's Vusi, man!

Shut up already.

I'm trying to sleep.

He's not there, OK?

If he was,

he'd answer the f***ing door.

Do you know him?

Sort of. I see him around.

When was the last time

you seen him?

Who are you, a cop?

No. I'm his brother.

Oh, my God. You must be

the one from America.

You know where I can find him?

No. I haven't seen him

for a couple of days now.

Do me a favor.

When you see him...

give me a call.

I'm at the Garden Court,

room seven-twenty-five.

Why should I?

Now, come on.

Nothing's for free.

I'm not giving you nothing.

If he calls...

tell him to get in contact

with his family.

Something's happened.

OK. If I see him, I'll call.

Thank you.

My name's Vusi.

I know. I'm Karen.

- What do you want?

- Is Steven here?

Could you tell me

the last time you seen him?

I know no one

by the name of Steven.

Sh*t.

- Get out.

- What?

Come on. Out!

Give me your money,

or I'll f***ing kill you.

Oh, man. Come on.

On your knees... boy.

Your money.

Nice jacket.

Where'd you get it?

San Francisco.

Cool!

I love it, and I want it.

Now, take it off.

I'll have the shirt, huh?

Why y'all doing me like this?

I thought we was brothers.

Brothers?

You're not my f***ing brother.

You got that?

Come on.

Let's kill this bastard.

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Wait!

Can I at least have the spear

on the dashboard?

What is this?

A curio to take home?

It's my father's.

You want it?

Sure, you can have it.

See you, brother.

Man, living in exile's

not an easy thing.

You dream of coming home.

Every single night,

you dream of coming home...

but I got to tell you...

I never dreamt of this.

Room seven-twenty-five.

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