Dark Tourist (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Africa - full transcript

I'm a journalist from New Zealand

investigating dark tourist hot spots
around the world...

places infamous
for being strange and?deadly.

This trip takes me to Africa.

Here, I visit
three dark tourist destinations.

In South Africa, I find out if townships
are as dangerous as people say they are.

Are you carrying a gun with you?
Oh, that?s just resting in there.

And I help some white separatists
run away?from their biggest fear.

- What sort of people are you expecting?
- The blacks.

And in Benin, I?m initiated
as a disciple of voodoo.

Oh, God.



I?m David Farrier, and this trip
gets weirder than I ever?imagined.

My first stop is the West African
Republic of Benin, famous for voodoo.

There are nearly 12 million people
living in Benin,

and half of them practice voodoo
in some form.

I?m in the coastal town of Ouidah,

believed to be
the original home of voodoo.

All I know about voodoo

is that?it has a bad reputation
for evil spirits, black magic,

and sticking pins in dolls.

I?m really keen to see for myself
what real voodoo is like,

so I?m on my way to the world?s largest
voodoo festival.

The gates of no return mark the site
where an estimated 12 million slaves

left Africa for the New World,
taking the voodoo religion with them.

And the Ouidah?Voodoo Festival
is held here every year.



The festival attracts
voodoo devotees and tourists

from all over the globe.

Even the the pope of voodoo has turned up.

But that?s not
what everyone is looking at.

A goat is sacrificed

and then swung violently
around in this man?s mouth.

I admire the strength of his jaw,
but I haven?t a clue what?s going on...

or what it means.

While this is impressive and shocking,

I wonder if it?s just
the tourist face of voodoo.

I contact a voodoo priestess
called Martine to find out more.

She tells me to meet her the next day
at a voodoo market

where practitioners buy the ingredients
for all their rituals.

There?s a hell of
a lot of dead animals on display,

and the smell is overwhelming.

- Martine?
- Yes.

- I'm David.
- David?

It?s nice to meet you.?Do we shake hands?
Do we hug? What do we do here?

We shake hands and we hug.

Martine says her spirit, Thron,
told her?a white man would be coming

and he?d become her disciple,
and she says that white man is me.

- So I have a voodoo spirit?
- You have a voodoo spirit.

- I just don?t know it yet
- You just don't know it yet.

I?m nervous,
but it sounds like the perfect way

to get to know what real voodoo is.

So if I?m going to become one of
your disciples, what will that involve?

What do I need to do?

I might be way off here, but I?m picturing
some animals are going to die, probably?

I?m sure some animals are going to die.
Those, they are dead already.

- These are long gone.
- They are gone already.

What are these here? Is this like a fox?
This is quite a big guy.

- This is a hyena.
- A chimpanzee?

- Yeah, this is chimpanzee.
- Oh, hello.

So there are a few live animals.
Is this a little...

This is a baby dog.

- Oh, it?s a puppy?
- Yeah, it?s a puppy.

- Oh!
- Sorry!

I?ve never been to a shop
that sells dried puppy heads before.

Martine seems nice, but I?m nervous
about what?s in store for me.

Every ghoulish item here
has a specific?purpose

for a priestess,
out looking for a bargain.

Bury your enemy's name with a horse's head
and unleash a plague of problems on them.

Whisper your enemy's name?into
a duck?s beak and you can silence them.

So if you get sick of me talking,
you would do this to me?

Yeah, to you, and then you will
stop asking me a lot of questions.

- I?m going to hide this one.
- Please hide it. Don?t buy it.

Martine says there?s good
and bad voodoo,

but she?s into the good kind,
and that?s what we?re shopping for today.

What do we need? Just the monkey skull?
Don?t need the chameleon.

I could buy a chameleon.
How much is a chameleon?

I take the chameleon for $5...

There?s 20.

...and call him Wayne.

We?re getting to the end
of our grisly?shopping list,

and our final ingredients
are a lot fresher.

Oh, a lot of chickens.
Are we going to kill these?

- Are these for sacrifices later?
- Yeah, yeah.

- You've got to use this on me.
- Right.

- But keep them alive?
- No.

No.

Of all the animals destined
for the slaughter,

I just wish it wasn?t birds. I love birds.
But Martine raises a good point.

Do you eat chicken?

- I?ve eaten chicken in the past, yes.
- Yeah, so before you eat chicken,

- you need to kill them.
- This is true. This is very true.

And you know what?s good here
is after?the sacrifice,

we don?t throw the meat away.

- Oh, so these will be eaten.
- Yes.

Before you eat it, you kill it anyway.

The difference here
is that the blood?is used for something.

Martine might be on the good side,

but apparently her voodoo gods
still need blood.

She says it?s the most powerful
ingredient of all

because it?s an offering
of life-giving energy.

Martine takes me across town
to her shrine,

where she and her assistants
are leading me

through a three-hour ceremony

to become her disciple,
a follower?of her spirit, Thron.

Oh, we needed the gin.

Martine throws some kola nuts
on the floor as part of the ceremony,

and I?m expected to eat one.

That's a nasty nut.

But very strong.

Here we go.

The first ingredient
has been brought in; the poor turkey.

How many animals would have died
in this shrine, do you think?

- Thousands.
- Thousands?

- Yeah.
- A thousand?

- Yeah.
- A thousand and one coming up.

I knew Martine?s rituals
might involve the odd animal sacrifice,

but I didn?t expect it to be
on quite such an industrial scale.

Oh, God.

This is the part I?ve been dreading.

I feel bad about the turkey,
but Thron?has given me the go ahead,

and the ceremony moves outside

to join a bunch of Martine?s
voodoo assistants.

Hello.

- Welcome.
- Thank you. I feel a bit nervous.

You feel nervous?

I decide now is a good time
to free?my chameleon,

in case he, too, gets sacrificed to Thron.

Oh, he?s very happy. Bye, Wayne.

Okay, you will take off your shirt.

What?s this for?

- I?m not allowed to tell you everything.
- No, you?ve got some secrets.

Yes, because normally the initiate...

is afraid.
He doesn?t know what is happening.

- That?s how I feel.
- So...

My Christian parents
won?t be very happy?with this.

I love this time, you know,
of the initiation.

There's just a lot of things
going on that I?ve never seen before.

It?s just people poking me.

- Why is this happening, Martine?
- You know, I want you to stop talking.

- Okay.
- Stop asking questions.

Just go with...

I still have many more questions,
but Martine?s had enough of them.

I wonder if she bought that duck head
from the market after all.

I?ve never been spat on with gin before.

It?s surprisingly soothing.

Things are definitely quite weird
right now.

I?m feeling pretty exposed,
physically and spiritually, I suppose.

Thron claims the life
of another bird.

This initiation is certainly
quite different

to the time I got baptized when I was ten.

They definitely didn?t do that
at my baptism.

I?d just bought new underwear,

but now that?s gone to be incinerated
as part of the ceremony.

I?m feeling surprisingly refreshed.

A dove is brought out.?I?m hoping
it will be symbolically released.

But no bird gets to survive my initiation,

and instead, I?m given a dove bloodbath.

Be happy.

I?ve never had a shower
quite like this before.

Now...

- Born again!
- To complete the initiation,

I enter?a fragrant circle of baby powder
with special effects.

So now it?s official.
I?m a voodoo disciple.

Thron?s looking out for me.
For the rest of my life, he?s got my back.

It?s been an unusual
and unsettling ritual, but I feel great.

I?m dancing, which is very weird for me.

Thron is a kind spirit.

But apparently voodoo
has more than one spirit,

and not all of them are peaceful.

Martine says she?ll show me an angry one.

The next day, Martine takes me out
onto the waters of Lake Nokoue,

a place that tourists don?t often see.

In the 17th century, the slave trade
was booming in West Africa.

One tribe, the Tofinu,
fled from marauding slave traders

and took refuge on the lake.

Five hundred years later,

20,000 of their descendants
still live here

in a floating town on stilts
called Ganvie Island.

It?s nicknamed the Venice of Africa.

I?m taking you
to a voodoo ceremony, but that is...

Before we head in,
Martine gives me a warning.

I want you to hold your breath

because I want you to see
the different voodoo.

The ones that we are going to see now,
they are a little bit violent

because they are the protectors.

They protect people against witchcraft,
against evil.

- Violent, did you say?
- Yeah, violent.

This is the Temple of Kokou,
and I can tell you

- that Kokou?is a very strong spirit.
- Right.

You are going to see, but just be calm.
It?s going to be okay.

Even Martine seems nervous.

The Ganvie islanders worship a god here
called Kokou,

and he has a thirst for human blood.

As we arrive, they're summoning
his spirit to possess them,

and it doesn?t take long.

People start going into trances,

and once possessed,
Kokou throws?their bodies around

and makes them harm themselves.

Everything feels completely
chaotic and unhinged and dangerous.

Possessed followers are running violently
into each other and us.

There?s a gathering of believers
in the shrine.

I want to see what?s going on,
but don't want to be in the way.

- Shall see what?s happening?inside?
- Don?t get inside.

I don?t want you to be possessed.

Then the followers bring out knives

and start slashing themselves.

The knives aren?t razor sharp,

but they?re?still hitting themselves hard,
and definitely drawing blood.

This seems completely out of control.

The possessed descend on us.

Martine and I are pulled reluctantly
into the ceremony.

It?s frightening.
I don?t want my own voodoo scars.

And Kokou isn?t satisfied
with just knife slicing.

Fucking hell.

No one seems to know what?s going on,
even Martine.

Here's another bottle.

The main ceremony is over,
but Kokou isn?t finished yet.

One renegade devotee
fails to come out?of his trance...

and starts improvising
his self-harm worship

with a concrete block.

Scared he?s going to do serious harm
to himself or to others,

his unpossessed friends intervene.

Judging by his scars,
he?s a devoted worshipper of Kokou.

Once things have settled down,

Martine wants to know how I feel about
this completely different side of voodoo.

I was ready to run, Martine,
don?t you worry.

Yeah, okay. No, I was worried
a little bit,?but it's fine.

- Oh, my goodness.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Thanks for bringing me here.
- You?re welcome.

I'm happy. I was happy to share
this experience with you.

That helps you to understand
a bit more about the culture, you know?

- I think I like your god better.
- Me too!

We leave Ganvie. I?ve discovered
that voodoo is not what I expected.

It?s a religion
with many different spirits

that can help you.

Some are peaceful. Some are angry.

Good old Thron will sprinkle
baby powder?on you,

while Kokou will smash
a bottle over your head.

One thing they have in common
is that they all love a bit of blood.

For my next stop, I head almost
5,000 kilometers south to South Africa,

and its largest city, Johannesburg.

Most tourists come through here
on their way to the safari parks,

but they don?t stick around for long.

Many are put off by stories
of how?dangerous it is here.

But that?s exactly why I?ve come.

Roughly 20 million South Africans
live in squalid

and supposedly crime-ridden shanty towns
called townships,

and I?ve heard you can take a tour.

Alexandra has a fearsome reputation
as a lawless ghetto.

I?m keen to find out
if that reputation?is justified,

and?what it?s really like to live there.

I?m a little on edge as we start out,

and I?m not reassured
by our security guard.

If I came back here on my own at night,
would that be...

Would I be fine, do you think?

- No. At night?
- That wouldn't work?

It?s too dangerous.

Are you carrying a gun with you?

- Yes, I have.
- Can I see where it is, or no?

Briefly. You don?t need to pull it out.

Oh, that?s there,
just resting in there, okay.

So if stuff goes wrong,

- you're ready for action?
- Yes, I am ready for action.

Okay.

So far,
it?s living up to its reputation.

Our tour is about to start,
led by a local guide, Jeff.

My mother is Zulu, and then my father
is Venda, so I?m South African.

I speak all the languages.

And it?s on bikes.

- Oh, it's so strange. Yeah.
- Very strange.

Jeff's keen to point out that,
despite the humble surroundings,

there?s greatness in Alexandra.

People like Mr Nelson Mandela,
they arrived...

this was the first place they arrived.

Mr Nelson Mandela came here in 1941.
His uncle...

- Nelson Mandela lived here?
- Nelson Mandela lived here.

- It's his house.
- This was the first place he lived in.

Before we set off,
us dark tourists introduce ourselves

and say why we"re here.

I?ve never done a slum tour before
in any country,

- so I?m curious?to see what it?s like.
- Welcome to Alex.

Thank you.

I?ve blundered!

"Slum tour" isn?t exactly
how Jeff is marketing his business.

Jeff, I accidentally called it
a slum tour before.

- Yeah.
- Sorry about that.

- That?s deeply offensive.
- Well, almost.

Obviously, we?ve got you with us,
so it?s safe us biking around with you,

but if we were walking here on our own,

would we be fine,
or would that be an issue?

It?s like any other place, right?

It?s your behavior that motivates
the crime, right?

You wouldn't go around showing
your iPhone, ?I?ve got an iPhone, yeah!?

- They will take it away from you.
- Yeah, that would be idiotic.

It?s the mindset.
It's the perception is what people say.

I think the more people come to Alexandra,
the more people come to South Africa,

the more people understand
and see how it is.

As we cycle deeper into the township,

I?m starting to see things
a bit differently.

It?s definitely a poor place,
but there?s?a vibrant community

bustling in and out
of these corrugated?iron homes.

It?s way more chilled out
than I thought it would be.

Really chilled. Everyone's very welcoming,
accommodating.

Even though we look like idiots

- riding around on bicycles.
- Yeah, riding on bikes.

A troop of white tourists
riding around?on their bicycles.

As a white guy riding in a convoy
through a black township,

I feel a little self-conscious,
but everyone is so relaxed and friendly.

I?m not scared any more.
In fact, everyone seems welcoming.

We?re at our final stop,

Jeff?s house,
where he lets everyone have a peek inside.

You can see my house. Go in.

- Thank you very much.
- Yeah.

Jeff?s wife cheerfully accommodates us

traipsing through
their tiny, one-room home.

Oh, God, another tour coming through.

- Better get dressed.
- Yeah.

The cycle tour has proven to me
townships are safer than their reputation.

But I wonder if I?ve had
a sanitized experience.

The other side, at the end there,
that?s the end of Alexandra.

Jeff rises to the challenge
and takes me?off the tourist trail

to see something called spinning.

This is more like it.

Spinning began back in the 1980s,
when gangsters brought back stolen cars

to the townships and spun them around
in graveyards to honor their dead.

I?m told these days
it?s become?a popular?spectator sport.

And they celebrate by doing crazy tricks
inside and outside of their vehicles

to entertain the crowd.

They're just showing off.

It?s all about showing off.
That?s the whole point of spinning.

And people hear it
and just come running?in, right?

They all come in
as soon as they hear the spinners.

They flood in
from all around the community.

- Yeah.
- I love it.

And it?s no longer
just the gangsters who spin cars.

- This is Stacey.?She?s a hero here, right?
- She is the hero in this town, yeah.

Stacey-Lee May is also known
in spinning circles as the Queen of Smoke.

She?s 21 years old

and she's the most un-gangster-looking
person you could meet.

When she?s not doing this,
she?s studying Law.

Stacey! Stacey!

- You?re amazing. That was terrifying.
- It wasn?t terrifying. It was fun.

Is it sort of weird to you that spinning
started out of this kind of...

It was people that were stealing?stuff,
and they'd celebrate?by doing this,

- but now it's something different.
- Spinning is more of a family thing now,

which is amazing because now you can
take your family and watch spinning.

It?s not illegal and it?s not unsafe.
It's 100% safe.

The bit where you get out of the window
and you're almost touching the ground.

- The suicide slide.
- You just casually do that now and then.

How long did it take you
to perfect?that technique?

It took me about two minutes, I guess.

Stacey tells me
there?s a competition?that night

and I might be able to ride with her.

In the meantime, Jeff takes me for a beer
to show me the township nightlife.

This local spot
is known for its barbecue?meat

and Sunday drinking and dancing sessions.

- Are you always so happy?
- Yeah!

It?s cool.

Like nowhere I?ve been before.

I?ve almost forgotten that I?m still
in the so-called danger zone.

People still say that the township
is unsafe, you know.

Don?t go to the township.
You must carry your gun.

- Yeah, that?s all I heard.
- Yeah. No, that?s really nonsense.

Well, what I've learned
from your tour coming here

is that Alex is not as dangerous
as it?s made out to be.

But danger can still be found,

as Jeff takes me to meet Stacey
at a local arena.

The Queen of Smoke is making good
on her promise and I?m riding shotgun,

probably the scariest thing
I?ve done all day.

All right.

Thank you. Thanks, guys.

Thank you, guys.

Stacey seemed really confident
this afternoon, but now she?s praying.

Shit! This is way scarier
than I?d expected,

but kind of exhilarating.

I didn?t know what to think
when I came to Alexandra.

I?d expected a dangerous,
uncomfortable experience,

but we were welcomed with open arms.

Like spinning, Alexandra has changed.

Both had edgy beginnings,
but both have moved on.

Spinning is now a spectator sport,

and Alexandra has become a vibrant,
unique community.

I?m glad I came.

Next, I?m traveling
600 kilometers?further south,

right to the geographic heart
of South Africa.

I?ve heard there are groups of separatists

who are opting out of the new,
multicultural nation.

South Africa used to have
an infamous?system

of racial segregation called apartheid.
The system collapsed in 1991.

That same year, a small faction
of white?Afrikaners fled to a town

in the?middle of nowhere, called Orania,
to preserve their culture and identity,

apart from the rest of the country.

I want to know what a group
of Afrikaner extremists looks like.

I?d heard there are tours of Orania...

so I booked one in.

Why did you choose to come to Orania,

out of all the places you could go to
in South Africa?

Oh, I think it?s lovely. Clean and...

and safe and all that.

- It?s like we?re going back in the past.
- It's like you've?traveled back in time.

- In time, yes.
- A little bit.

All the towns used to be at this standard.

I wonder if they might be
a little nostalgic

for the days of apartheid.

...and come to a place like this
and see it relives again...

makes a man proud.

The tourists seem to love this place,

but I want to meet the locals.

I find some down at the river.

I?m curious to find out why they choose
to live in a town with no black people.

What was it that drew you here?

The peace, the quietness,
the cultural?inheritance we have.

Yeah, and we want to preserve it.

Everyone?s really careful
about what they say.

I?m going to need to be more direct.

Do you miss seeing more black faces
when you walk down the street around here?

I mean, yeah, of course, you don?t see
as much black people here

as you would have seen
in Johannesburg,?but...

they are not as densely populated here.

That?s a bit of an understatement,

and I feel like I?m not getting
the whole truth.

That evening, I head to a local bar
to try and get an uncensored version.

It reminds me
of an American roadhouse,

except the patriotic folk rock
is in Afrikaans.

What do you love about Orania?
What do you love about this place?

What?s your buzz?

I love the culture here...

More talk about preserving culture...

ironically from a guy wearing a T-shirt

with one black fish
in a sea of white fish.

But it?s hard to ignore
the white elephant?in the room,

that this is about color and race.

It?s clear no one here
is going to mention those words.

But off camera,

some locals tell me?that if I?m looking
for real Afrikaner extremists,

I should check out a group
called the Suidlanders.

Off the tourist trail, I head up north

to an old gold?mining city
in the West Rand called Randfontein.

I find out the Suidlanders
are a religiously-inspired group

that predict the total collapse
of South African society.

They believe the black majority
will rise up against white South Africans.

So they?re planning a massive evacuation.

I?m prepping for anarchy.
This place is a ticking time bomb.

I want to find out
who these people are

and what they expect is going to happen...

so I?ve arranged to meet some of them.

- Hello? Hi, there.
- Hi.

- How?s it going? I love your gate.
- Thank you very much.

Elizabeth and her husband, Franz,
live in a modest?home

crisscrossed with barbed wire.

It?s just a suburban house,
but it?s run?more like a fortress.

I can?t just open my front door.

I?ve got to go out
and check who's outside.

- You had to check that I was at that gate.
- I come and check who is at my gate

before I can open any gate.
You see?the gate, the barbed wire?

That?s how we live.

- Dominique. Nice to meet you.
- You are...

- Daughter.
- You?re the...

- Oldest daughter
- Nice to meet you.

- You're a Suidlander as well?
- Yes.

Right. So you all are. There?s no one
in the family that's not.

- No.
- There's no one that's not on board.

- That would be awkward.
- Quite.

Is it a stressful position to be in,
to have this kind of looming...

battle overhead, you know, not too far
in the future. When are we talking?

- Absolutely...
- It could be tomorrow.

It could be in two months.
It could be in a year. That's how we live.

We live from day to day.

I mean, our life has become
one great big home?invasion.

Franz is keen to show me

how prepared they are
for the day of reckoning.

He has a ton of food supplies
to last them?a whole year on the run.

- What?s this? Dried something?
- Yeah.

- This is cabbage. You know, carrots.
- Is there a chance that this won?t happen,

that life will just settle down
and everything will be...

- No.
- ...okay?

No.

Do you ever think about getting
out of the country completely?

- No.
- We can?t.

Can?t afford it, or just impractical,
or you want to stay?

I want to stay because this is my land.

- This is where we belong.
- This is my country.

They have been building up
supplies for years,

and now they're fully equipped to flee.

The call to evacuate
could come at any moment.

Yes.

That might be the evacuation
coming in now.

- Hopefully not.
- Let?s hope not.

We?re just going to look at some plants.

Everything is designed
to be relocated, even the garden.

So it?s like you're going to go
and colonize Mars. You take everything.

I find it all incredibly stressful
thinking about it.

But that?s just a fact for you.

- This is what?s going to happen.
- Absolutely.

I feel like Franz is prepping
for a zombie apocalypse.

They're first going
to start taking everything

and breaking everything and burning it.

- So there will be a lot of stuff on fire.
- Before the... Yeah.

So we can't say when what is going
to happen, but...

- But you know shit's going to go down.
- I know for a fact

it should have happened already.

Living in fear 24/7 has got
to take its toll on you, emotionally.

Like I say, it?s heart-wrenching.
Got to give up everything.

As long as we get out to the other side
alive, that?s all that counts. Yeah.

Like I say, if we don?t make it that's it,
but I really want my kids to make it.

It?s heavy stuff to think about.

I?m starting to feel
a little sorry?for them,

prisoners in their own home,
waiting for doomsday.

I wonder how it?s all going to work
for the Suidlanders, practically speaking,

when doomsday finally arrives.

Tomorrow, they?ve got
a crisis training?exercise planned

which will involve a mass evacuation.

So the next day, I?ve come back
to go along for the ride.

Have to get used to these
razor wire?fences.

Hello.

And the emergency text
has just come through.

Everyone?s in the evacuation zone.

Are we getting stuff ready?
I guess we are.

Let me know if I can help with anything.
I?m a pair of hands.

Franz is fully occupied.
He?s not interested in small talk with me.

I've got it.

Out here?

I can?t imagine
this uprising?ever happening,

but it seems deadly serious for them.

You didn?t choose light things.

Doomsdays are usually violent.

Franz was coy about whether
they were bringing any weapons along,

but I have my suspicions.

- Right, I?ll get the sleeping bags.
- Thank you.

Chickens are going.

What happens to the animals
in the evacuation? Would they come with?

- I doubt it.
- They'll probably stay behind?

No. I won?t let them stay behind alive.
I will put them down.

Oh, really?

I would rather leave them behind dead

than what they'll go through
if anybody else gets... these people...

get their hands on them, yeah.

Poor Jess, the sausage dog,

has no idea?there?s no room for her
in the new world they're forging.

Hope he wasn?t listening,
with those big ears.

Before we can leave,
there?s an impromptu family prayer huddle.

Dear Jesus, you know
what's ahead of us.

Please dear Jesus, let us
get there safely.

We praise you for that
thank you, amen.

The Suidlanders are a Christian offshoot

who follow a hundred-year-old prophecy
that predicts white genocide.

Okay.

Their prophet had a vision
of a husband?and wife in Johannesburg

escaping with their lives
to the sounds of bloodcurdling screams.

For believers like Franz and Elizabeth,
it could well be them.

We?re finally on the road to join up
with a convoy of other Suidlanders

rehearsing their escape from the uprising.

- You got quite emotional in there.
- Yeah.

It's reason for me to get emotional

because tomorrow,
the real call can come through.

Are we talking about
non-Afrikaans people,

or blacks or whites or...

- What sort of people are we expecting?
- The blacks. Yeah.

Before I have time to figure out
how to reply, it appears that the planning

has gone?drastically wrong
with the rest of the convoy.

We?re just waiting for all the cars
to turn around.

They're facing the wrong direction.

This can?t be happening.

Franz is embarrassed,
the entire convoy is facing backwards

in the direction of where the rioting
black people are meant to be.

It?s a serious error that could cost lives
if this was the real thing.

Elizabeth is frustrated.

As you see things slowing down,

you see your family being killed,
essentially.

Yes. We can?t afford stops like this.
I?m going to scream at somebody.

The convoy hiccup has put
the Suidlanders behind schedule,

and suddenly word comes back
from the head?of the convoy

that there might be trouble up ahead.

What?s happening here?

What?s going on, John?

Are we just stopping to check?the group,
or is something happening?

But we?re given the all clear.

It seems?this man
is not part of the uprising after all.

Just a guy going on a walk.

Yeah.

I?m a little underwhelmed.

I keep forgetting we?re supposed to be
fleeing a race war apocalypse,

and I still don?t know
where we?re meant to be going.

It?s a pretty ramshackle series of events,

and I?m thinking they probably need
a few more practice runs.

The convoy stops again,
and I?m wondering what?s gone wrong now.

Bro...

One of the women

from the car ahead
has been kidnapped by a masked upriser.

So they?ve taken your husband.

Franz has gone to help,
but it looks like?he's been captured too.

But this is all part of the Suidlanders'
apocalyptic role-playing,

and Elizabeth knows exactly what to do.

- So these guys are with us?
- These guys are with us in our convoy.

Send in the cavalry,
armed with paintball guns.

Fucking hell!

It?s really fucking loud.

It?s more like a weird stag party

than role-playing
the end of the white?race in South Africa.

The Suidlanders annihilate a remarkably
small number of uprisers

in no time at all.

I?m keen to go and help save Franz.

I don?t want to get paintballed.
Are there paintballs around here?

Shit, Francis.

You?re not Francis.

But there?s no need,
as Franz has rescued?himself.

He?s a real Boer action hero,

and has helped
to get the wounded lady out.

Successful extraction?

- She?s safe and we?re out of here?
- Okay, right. Let's go.

Kidnapping foiled,
the convoy gets back on the road.

[speaking Afrikaan

After four more hours,
we reach a camp in the middle of a field

in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

All right, we?re here.

Safety, finally.

We have finally arrived
at the great,?white promised land.

But it feels more like a church picnic
than the apocalypse...

complete with family barbecues
and an inspirational sermon.

Are you ready for destruction, boys?

Are you ready for destruction, boys?

And I can see where Franz
and Elizabeth get their ideas from.

When that destruction
comes...

Our people will awaken, and inspire
nationalism and patriotism

Don't lose your faith.

The day will come!

The day will come, as sure as
I am standing here!

The day will come when he will
hear our prayers!

As night falls, everyone celebrates escape

from the black uprising around a campfire,

where they sing?the old national anthem
from the days of apartheid.

It?s been strange?role-playing a race war.

The Suidlanders
are obviously really?scared.

But what they?re worried about

seems such a far cry
from the welcome?I felt in Alexandra.

I wonder why
they don?t all just move?to Orania.

At least then Jess, the sausage dog,
might get to live another day.