Dangerous Ground Page #3

And your name is, sir?

Madlazi. V. Vusi.

Address-four-seventy-five

Jefferson Drive...

Bay Area,

San Francisco, California.

Now, can I have my goddamn key?

There's no need to be rude.

Sorry. I had a bad day.

Is there anything else

I can do for you, sir?

No. That's it.

You wouldn't happen to have

any Scotch tape back there?

Sticky tape?

Thank you.

Baby, look, do not worry.

I'm fine.

What do you mean, don't worry?

All they did was took the car.

At least you're OK.

Did they take anything else?

They took my f***ing shirt.

- Your shirt?

- Yeah. I can't believe it.

I come all the way out here

to get carjacked.

Sounds like here.

I could have kept my ass

at home to get carjacked.

This isn't funny.

I know it ain't funny, but...

Sounds serious.

I don't know about

this new South Africa.

I'll definitely be on the first

flight tomorrow morning.

- L.A.X.?

- No. The one out of Miami.

Hold on. Somebody's at my door.

Come on in.

- Is everything OK?

- Yeah. I'll call you tomorrow.

- What time?

- I'll let you know. Bye.

What have we got here?

The Summit Club.

Where's the Summit Club?

It's in Hillbrow.

You want a woman.

No. I'm all right.

Summit Club?

Go on! Get 'em off!

Take it off!

Go on, get it off!

Got your note.

Cool. Do you want a drink?

Yeah. Let me get a beer.

Get us a beer and a vodka.

You're a stripper.

I do whatever.

When I was here last,

you'd never have...

black people and white people

in the same club.

It was all, you know, separated.

Well, this is

the new South Africa.

Anyway, last night

around two in the morning...

I'm awake, and I start hearing

these sounds...

coming from Steven's place.

First I think it's him...

but then I hear things

being broken-crashing...

and I just know I'm not

going near his front door.

So what you saying?

Well, just that.

I don't know

if he was there...

but whoever was there

was f***ing heavy.

They were pissed off.

Trashing the place.

You call the cops?

Come on. Do I look dumb?

Anyway, I thought

I should let you know...

'cause this afternoon

when I got up-

I sleep late-

I knocked on his door.

Nothing.

Wait a minute.

What the hell's going on?

You're his brother.

You tell me.

Karen, you're up next.

You go whack 'em, huh?

- OK, I'm coming.

- So soon?

Isn't she the cutest, huh?

Look at those tits.

I'll be there now, Herb, OK?

Would you mind waiting for me

in the pool hall?

No, I don't mind.

Thanks. It's just over there...

and don't let those hookers

talk you into anything.

Hi, baby.

Come. Let's go upstairs.

For what?

You know.

No, I don't.

OK. Buy me a drink,

and I'll show you.

Buy me a drink.

You buy me a drink.

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