BONGANI throws ANDILE onto the stage and paces furiously after him, waving a handful of cash in his face.

BONGANI: This isn't enough.

ANDILE: It's all there, bra.

BONGANI: I gave you four thousand rands worth of stock last week to sell and you giving me two thousand back. [Aggressively.] Come … where's the rest of my money?

ANDILE: Ai, just chillax … there was four sgodo there when I last checked.

BONGANI: Would you like me to count it again for you? Eh?

ANDILE: That won't be necessary.

BONGANI: Then tell me, where is the rest of my money?

ANDILE: It must have fallen out my pocket on the way here, Bra Bongani.

BONGANI: You think I'm stupid?

ANDILE: I wouldn't steal from you. You my friend man … my boss. The cops have been hassling me, they took some of my goof from me last week.

BONGANI: You think I'm stupid?

ANDILE: No.

BONGANI: What am I going to tell my boss, eh, when he comes for his money? I have a family to feed. You want to see us all starve?

ANDILE: I'm serious, bra. I had it earlier.

BONGANI: You smoked it, didn't you?

ANDILE: No

BONGANI: Just tell me! [No answer.] Tell me!

ANDILE: Only a little bit, Bra Bongani.

BONGANI: You wasting my fucking time.

ANDILE: Please … I'll make it up to you.

BONGANI: Uwena shlama!

ANDILE: I only tried a little to keep the arosta away while I was working. You don't know what that pain is like.

BONGANI: I'm not here to fund your filthy habits. You want to be my runner then I have to be able to trust you.

ANDILE: It won't happen again.

BONGANI: That's what you said the last time.

ANDILE: It won't.

BONGANI: I'm a patient man, Andile. Four years in prison taught me this. After your aunt kicked you out her house I was the one that took you in and let you crash on my floor. I've fed you … bailed you out from the police station over and over again. I've looked after you and this is how you repay me eh? [Beat.]