A: You shot my man, Williams.
w: We wanted to get your attention.
A: You can'?t just shoot. There are rules of engagement.
w: I am sure most of the government departments would agree with you.
A: So who are you?
w: We need some information about a Mr. Thobela Mpayipheli and a Miss Monica Kleintjes.
A: I don'?t know the lady.
w: And Mr. Mpayipheli?
A: He no longer works for me. Not for two years
w: What sort of work did he do?
A: Now I must ask you to excuse me while I phone my lawyer.
w: I am afraid that will not be possible.
A: Do you imagine, my brown bro, that I will sit here and feed you incriminating evidence because you hold a barrel to my troops? head? My men know the score; they know they can get hurt in our line of work.
w: Mr. Arendse, we know you are involved in organized crime, and the fact of the matter is that we don'?t care. That is the problem of the SAPS. Do you really think that our actions in Mitchell?s Plain, which are hardly in line with the laws of criminal procedure, are part of a plan to bring you to justice?
A: Why do you talk like a whitey? Where are your roots, my bro?
w: Mpayipheli. What did he do for you?
A: Go fuck yourself.
w: Mr. Arendse, my people at the Mitchell?s Plain house say there is two hundred kilograms of cocaine in various stages of processing. I am sure it?s worth something to you, even if your personnel are not.
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w: Mr. Arendse?
A: What is your problem with Tiny?
w: Who?
A: Mpayipheli.
w: We just need some background.
A: Why?
w: Routine investigations, Mr. Arendse.
A: At ten o?clock at night? Pull the other one.
w: I am not in a position to discuss our interest in Mr. Mpayipheli with you.
A: Did he go into business for himself?
w: How do you mean?
A: He must have done something to attract your attention.
w: What did he do for you?
A: He was my enforcer.
w: Enforcer?
A: Yes.
w: Could you describe that more fully?
A: Jirre, you talk fancy. The government has taught you well.
w: Mr. Arendse
A: Okay okay but don'?t expect a saga, it?s more of a short story. Tiny was firepower and physical intimidation, that?s all. He rode shotgun. Sharpshooter like you wouldn'?t believe. And he was big and strong and he was a mean bastard. You could see it in his eyes? there was a hawk there, he would watch you and look for weakness.
w: How long did he work for you?
A: Six years? I think it was six years.
w: And before that?
A: You should know. He was a soldier in the Struggle.
w: Umkhonto we Sizwe?
A: Exactly
