Jerusalema Page #3

Every time you deliver,

I deposit money into your account.

Use the card.

Don't throw it out.

I can't use this.

We want cash.

Hey, no one walks around

with cash anymore.

You want to get shot

or held up or hijacked?

Do I look like

a f***ing idiot?

Money.

Um...

Today I got a job.

Ray...

What job?

A good job...

...in the automotive industry.

It's good...

... Delivering cars.

- Hey.

- Oh, hi Lucky.

Why weren't you at school today?

I quit.

What?

And what about university?

Well, I guess I'll attend

the university of life.

I see you're the kind who

likes taking the easy way out.

You don't understand.

Why don't you

make me understand?

What are you reading?

Just a book.

Hey.

Oh, audit Literature?

Stop it, stop it!

...ET me see, ET me see...

come chooser.

Okay, Lucky.

Bye bye.

- Go on.

- Okay.

Once we learned to drive, it was easy.

What the f***?

Come on, man...

Yeah, blue Mercedes.

Consider it done.

And while we were

becoming the hijack kings of Soweto...

Nazareth had turned

to movies for inspiration.

Hey, what's up?

These guys Ray know their sh*t!

My friend, it's a movie.

It's not Rea.

Whoever made this f***

is a criming genius.

A Rea mastermind.

Boys...

I have a job for you.

The scorpions are here

Whoa!

Whoa whoa

whoa whoa.

Oh sh*t!

Let's move in!

Let's move in!

Get down.

Get down now! Down!

Get the weapon!

Move move!

Get the money!

Move!

- Come on!

- Faster faster!

Take the money!

Move!

Drive! Go!

What are you staring at?

If Hollywood could teach you how

to knock over armored cars,

bank robberies were a walk

in the park.

After a spate of daring heists,

the banks upgraded their security.

But Nazareth always

found their weak spot.

If Mother Russia

had taught him

Semtex and strategy,

Uncle Sam completed that education

via correspondence school.

Ma'am, have a nice day.

Someone on

the inside was always involved.

And who could blame them?

You see,

in the New South Africa

everyone deserves

their entitlement.

Preferably in this lifetime.

I was having more than

enough problems of my own.

Confirm locale.

The projects

on the Golden Highway.

We were having too many close calls.

Cops frustrated

by rising crime rates

and a legal system

that couldn't keep

those arrested behind bars

took the law

into their own hands.

I decided to quit before I was forced

into an early retirement.

Mama.

Lucky.

Wherever you been?

Aunt Violet, what's happening?

Your Mum is in hospital.

Diabetes. She'll be home tomorrow.

Hey, scumbag.

Fill it with super

and check the windscreen.

Move it.

You look good in a uniform.

How much do you make in tips?

I hear you're reapplying to university?

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