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[wind blowing]

[beeping]

[gate clangs open]

[car door closes]

[sighs]

[engine accelerates]

[wind howling]

[gun clicks]

I am so sorry.

[gun fires]

[theme music]

[water splashes and bubbles]

[breathes heavily]

[coughs]

[siren chirps]

How's it?

Find out anything from the neighbors?

Nothing, apart from the fact that he lived alone.

People like that don't talk to coppers.

Humphrey Bogart.

Do you think it was a Tokarev?

Similar injuries.

Who's Humphrey Bogart?

You've never seen "Casablanca"?

Love story.

I don't do happy endings.

Hey.

No indication of a second person.

There was a light in the garage,

but I didn't take too much notice.

Why didn't you tell this to him?

No shots?

Voices?

This is a noisy neighborhood at night.

Did he have a lot of visitors?

You know, we just mind our own business in this neighborhood.

Lovely boy.

He always had time to say hello.

You know where he worked?

It was something todo with the conservation

of historicalmonuments at City Hall?

Married, divorced?

What's the story?

I always said Drew didn't need a wife.

He had great taste.

Did everything himself.

No, of course, because he was a fairy.

What'd you say?

He was a morphy, fairy.

Bob thinks anybody that doesn't play rugby is a gay.

He was just artist.

Like I said, he was queer.

Did anything seem out of place?

The mask.

What about it?

Humphrey Bogart.

It's the second one, right?

It's how they work.

Who?

It's how who works, Mr.--

Serial killers.

I've read all about them.

And they like to play with the police, cat and mouse.

This is just the beginning.

None of us are safe.

You have to get him before he gets us, Captain.

Before he gets you.

Should we get a bite to eat?

We can compare notes about the case.

Which case?

I'm not hungry.

Check out the station.

He's not hungry.

[mumbling]

[engine starts]

[horn honks]

[accelerates]

Fucking De Wit!

[phone rings]

Yeah.

She keeps asking for a smartphone.

So what's the problem?

Wants to talk to her friend and check Facebook.

OK.

[birds chirping]

Excuse me.

Hi.

Have you seen this girl?

SECURITY GUARD: When was she supposed to have been here?

WOMAN: New year. SECURITY GUARD: Sorry.

She probably went somewhere else.

WOMAN: Have you seen her?

Thank you.

Hi.

May I help you?

Have you seen her?

Uh, good-looking girl, eh?

And very cute girls.

It's you?

Do you know where she is?

She's a friend of mine from Ukraine.

We took her out on a boat New Year's Eve with some rich kids

from the city.

Yeah?

And do you know where they went afterwards?

I'm afraid not.

I don't get invited tothose kinds of parties,

unfortunately.

But if they come back, Ican give them a number.

No.

Thanks anyway.

Brian?

Yeah.

Yeah, just get down here quickly.

Three cases of homicide.

Let's start with that girl.

We don't know who she is, even though she

had Irena Krol's ID on her.

We don't know where she's from or how she got here.

It's a sex drug.

She had the tracks in all the major veins.

She ODed, probably heroin.

Two men shot at close range with a Tokarev.

Both found wearing masks.

All the signs ofa serial killer.

And the masks imply that he knew his victims.

Now we're trying to establish a link.

Mike de Villiers for you in your office.

Says it's important.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Congratulations, Matt.

You seem to be surviving the two-nose terror.

How's it look?

I'm OK.

Had a bit of a bum timewith the weapon, though.

Why?

I don't know who came up with that Tokarev idea.

It's not a Tokarev.

It's a Mauser.

What?

Yeah.

It's a German military pistol, C-96 or 98.

7.63 millimeter caliber, and also known as a broom handle.

The cartridges are typical-- you know,

rimless with a bottleneck.

Uh-huh.

That should make your investigation a bit easier.

It's an old gun.

Not that many people in the Cape who still own one.

How old is it?

Well, that's about 100 years old.

That's a beautiful weapon, though, eh?

Whoa.

Got to give the Germans credit there.

No, it was standard issue for the Bull officers.

It's got a wooden grip, magazine front of the trigger.

And it also came with a stock that you

could attach a wooden stock.

The ammo.

Where would you get it?

Oh, there's still somecompanies that make it.

You can use Tokarev cartridges.

You know, they're naught point naught naught one mult smaller.

So not advisable.

But your guy's got a supply as old as the gun now, you know,

probably from the world war.

That's over 100 years ago.

It's still effective.

Oh, yeah.

It's German.

[laughs] They built things to last, man.

Occasionally, you get a misfire.

But most of them are still working.

It's powerful.

Yeah, sure.

And I get the impression your man is

trying to get a message across.

It can do some pretty serious damage.

Oh, yeah.

Mauser kicks like a fucking mule.

It's not a gun for the ladies.

[knocking]

In a minute.

Thanks, Mike.

No worries.

Look, just keep the colonel away from me, will you?

Yeah.

He should havestayed in Scotland Yard

if he loves it so much.

Hey.

Take care, mate.

Party already over?

Drew Wilson's laptop.

You ought to take a look at this.

It took a while to crack the password.

Check it out.

Is this who I think it is?

It can't be.

[scoffs] It is.

Our superstar.

Is Charlie Zeelie here?

Wonder if they've been fiddling with the cricket again.

No, he knew Wallace.

He's helping with the inquiries.

[door opens]

What's going on here?

This is not Newland's cricket ground.

Back to work.

Go.

Move it, move it.

That's it.

Oh.

Lieutenant.

Colonel.

Quickened.

Mr. Zeelie, are you aware that we are

recording this conversation?

No problem, Captain.

I've got nothing to hide.

Give us your full namefor the record, please.

Charles Theodore Zeelie.

Profession?

I'm a professional cricketer.

You play for the Western province team, correct?

Mr. Zeelie has justnodded in confirmation.

And then you must have known the late James Wallace.

I did.

So tell us about your relationship with Mr. Wallace.

Well, he was a sponsor.

So we saw each other from time to time,

generally at the get-togethers after a match.

We chatted.

That's pretty much it.

You've been with him for several days now,

and you've got nothing.

Did Wallace ever talk to you about match fixing, ever?

No.

Did he ever try to bribe or blackmail you, ever?

No.

Why are you questioning me like this?

You are a link between two men who have been murdered.

Two men?

Well, that's absurd.

James Wallace was killed by a gun, the kind of gun

that only a man of your physical build is capable of shooting.

But I don't own a gun.

Are you or were you ever acquainted

with a Mr. Drew Joseph Wilson, 64 Clara Street, Boston?

Yes.

Thank you.

Describe the nature of your relationship, please.

What's this got to do with anything?

[sighs] I don't know.

What do you think?

Look, I'll help you any way I can.

Just leave Drew out of it.

Why?

Look, I've got no idea why you're

asking me these questions.

What happened has happened.

Mr. Zeelie, the body of Drew Wilson was found this morning.

He was killed.

He was shot at about 10:00 PM last night.

I want my lawyer.

[birds cawing]

Hey.

Hi.

Have I seen you here before?

No, I-- I don't think so.

Well, I mean, you're not a tourist.

I can tell by your accent.

No.

I, um-- my boyfriend used to work out here a lot.

Oh, I thought you were straight.

So he doesn't come here anymore?

He's, uh, dead.

He was shot.

My god, I'm sorry.

Did I know him?

I doubt it.

Drew Wilson?

Drew?

That's you.

You're his boyfriend?

He used to talk about you all the time.

Although he did get carried away quite a bit, if you ask me.

You're not exactly the picture he painted.

I certainly wouldn't call you a hunk.

Did he say I was a hunk?

Bit of a fantasist, I guess.

According to him, you were some celebrity

professional sportsman.

To be honest, we never really believed a word he said.

Could be him.

Knew both victims.

But there was no gun in his apartment.

Could be anywhere.

Check his locker at the club.

Can we get the records of all reasonable phone conversations?

Yeah.

But he doesn't seem like the type.

What was his motivation?

I don't know.

Maybe Wallace knew about him and Wilson

and was blackmailing him.

Or maybe Zeelie was blackmailing Wallace.

Cricket is not an honorable game.

It used to be.

It's a dirty game.

Yeah, it's dirty.

This-- this is not good for the press.

For your sake, I hope you're right.

Because although everything points to the Russians,

you're going to arrest a national hero.

My client is prepared to be completely open with you.

But beforehand, I want the assurance

that his evidence will be treated

in the strictest confidence.

Nothing is confidential in court.

It's not the court we're worried about.

It's the media.

OK, we'll keep it out of the media.

We found a picture of the two of you on his computer.

[sighs]

With Drew, it wasn't dirty or wrong.

It just felt right.

We laughed a lot and had fun together.

And then it began to bother me.

I felt like I was living two separate lives.

My cricket suffered.

Then I fell in love with a woman who would later become my wife.

Drew was furious.

I bet.

He kept phoning me.

I ignored the calls, didn't reply to the texts.

Sometimes he'd wait for me after training.

And I also saw him at matches a few times.

But I had no more contact.

I was worried to go to the media and hurt me.

And suddenly, he stopped.

Where were you last night?

In Newlands.

We had a match against Houghton.

And you were there until the end?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sure what time I left.

But the guys will confirm.

I changed, had abeer at the bar,

and left shortly afterwards.

Maybe 10:30, 11:00.

I don't think we can assist you

any further with this farce.

Can we, Captain?

[reporters clamoring]

Silence!

Questions will be answered in due time.

Please--

Captain Joubert, why have you arrested Charlie Zeelie

and what has he got todo with Tokarev murders?

Mr. Zeelie has been assisting us with our inquiries.

James Wallace was on the board of the cricket team

which Mr. Zeelie plays for.

We are very grateful for Mr. Zeelie's cooperation.

And of course, he's not a suspect.

Charlie!

Charlie, do you know who the killer is?

Mr. Zeelie would like to say that Captain Joubert

is a legend in this town.

And it's been a privilege to be part of this investigation.

No further questions, please.

Captain, any news on the other body connection--

Captain Joubert, any thoughts on why

the police have so far failed to arrest

anyone for your wife's murder?

No.

MAN (ON RADIO): As Mr. Zeelie leaves the police station,

I can report that the police have issued

a statement revealing the identity of the body found

today in Boston.

Evidence suggests that Drew Wilson may have been killed

with the same type of weapon used against businessman James

Wallace.

His body was found two days ago.

[gates opening]

MAN: The thrust of the investigation

so far appears to be focused on a potential gang war

amongst members of the Russian Mafia.

Though when I spoke to colleagues of Drew Wilson,

all of them denied such allegations.

[lighter clicks]

SANCTUS SNOOK: And they never officially investigated.

Joubert wasdevastated at the time.

And he's some sort of bloody hero here,

and the press loved him.

His wife's murder was the story of the year for them.

We couldn't exactly look bad by investigating

the victim's husband.

You-- you worked with her.

Did she ever mention him?

I sometimes feel like someone's watching me, us.

Lara was an absolute professional.

And her marriage was taboo.

Joubert is a loose cannon.

He had three warnings last year.

He's a ticking time bomb.

The bullet that killed his wife came from a police weapon.

Joubert's gun was fired that night.

He said he shot at some plastic bottles at the beach.

That's what he says, but he doesn't have an alibi.

When they found him, he was so pissed he was passed

out outside a public toilet.

[door slams]

If you think he's guilty, why don't you charge him?

You talking to me?

Yeah.

He's doing a fine job making his own life hell at the moment.

Doesn't need someone like you stirring things up.

I know what's going on here.

I don't want myname mentioned.

No, no.

You're an ex-colleague.

OK.

Now, you were the one responsible for them

getting together, right--

Joubert and his wife?

I was their best man.

Not that you need to put that in your article.

Was it a happy marriage?

Well, it's not easybeing married to a cop.

Lara climbed the career ladder pretty quickly.

And what about Mat?

Mat was a good detective, short on ambition.

He wanted children.

She wanted action, which is why she joined the Hawks.

Problem was that when she was training, Mat got lonely.

He was not good on his own.

Tends to isolate himself.

So it was an unhappy marriage?

Mat was unhappy and jealous.

Do you think he wascapable of shooting her?

No, never.

He loved her.

You said he was jealous.

It's an ugly quality.

Difficult to control.

Would you describe Mat's situation as difficult?

Well, it was not easy for him.

And I'm no psychologist, but yes.

[siren in distance]

Are you sure you want to be here?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Your mother.

My mother had abeautiful voice.

Beautiful.

Until she--

Until she?

Stopped talking.

That sounds like in a protest.

My father was a force to be reckoned with--

his aggression, alcoholism, his violence.

She couldn't fight back.

She couldn't.

She just sort of had a--

retreated from life.

Was it easy for you to meet women?

Me?

I guess I was a late developer.

Robin van Rees, he was the one who paired you off.

Mm-hmm.

He was like a father to me.

He knew what I needed.

I could go to him for advice.

And Lara was your--

was your first girlfriend?

She used to tease me, said I was

shy but good marriage material.

And how was your marriage?

She deserved better.

[door slams]

[exhales]

[cassette clicks in]

[music playing]

(SINGING) I can't help it.

We're in the loop.

[lighter clicks]

When they found him, he was so pissed he was passed

out outside a public toilet.

Hey.

You OK?

Are you fucking crazy?

You fucking bastard.

You're up to something, eh?

Eh?

[car starts]

[police radio chatter]

[tires squeal]

[beeping]

MAN (ON RADIO): Captain Joubert, you're requested

to return Bellview immediately.

Hey, hey, hey.

Calm down.

But listen, I do have some bad news.

I think one of the servants stole your cell phone.

I've looked for it everywhere.

Shit.

That bad, huh?

All of my photos and addresses were in that phone.

I need to phone a friend.

She'll be worried about me

Of course.

Listen, don't worry.

I'll find her.

Maybe I can find her on the internet.

What's her name?

I doubt it.

She's not here, though.

She came here wanting to study literature.

She likes heavy stuff--

Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, stuff like that.

She was working at some bar near Clue Street, I think.

OK, I'll find her.

What did you say her name was?

Galia.

Galia Gorischenko.

But be subtle because of the police.

No sweat, honey.

I've got this.

You gave me your word, Captain.

What happened?

Somebody from your team tipped off the press.

No.

The only people who knew were at the interview.

Mr. Zeelie, me, Lieutenant Snook, and the boss.

So you can vouch for your team?

Of course.

I can't vouch for the press.

This-- it'll blow over.

Not all the internet influence.

Charlie--

Try googling my name.

Gay, that's the first hit you'll get.

Gay men are currently bombarding the cricket club

with suggestions of what they'd like to do to Mr. Zeelie

or what they'd like Mr. Zeelie to do to them.

If you get my drift, gentlemen.

We've had to close down his Facebook page and his Twitter.

Mr. Zeelie, I'll look into it, OK?

Listen, you're the best batsman in the Cape.

Who gives a shit if you fuck men or if you're gay?

I give a shit.

I love my wife.

And right now, all she wants is a divorce.

She's pregnant.

And she's scared I mayhave infected the child.

[pounds table]

Captain?

Yeah.

How's it going with the employee

health and wellness program?

Your point is?

I'm not entirely convinced that you are stable enough

to head thisinvestigation any longer

if the press happened to find out you're receiving therapy.

And how exactly would they find that out?

[glass thuds]

Hmm?

[knocks on table]

[tires squeal]

Did you send a note straight to the vet, doctor?

I have ethics, Captain.

That means that all of our conversations

are completely confidential.

Then you can write this down.

I have no idea what happened that night.

None at all.

But I do know that each and every one of us

is capable of murder.

Everyone.

Even you, Dr. Nortier.

Maybe not you, eh?

You've learned to keep your feelings under control.

Ha.

Yes, sir.

Where are you going, bro?

Out for a quick spin.

I'll be back in a second.

How long are you going to be?

[dogs barking in distance]

[kicks wall]

I don't know. Why?

I thought you were goingto sleep in the hostel.

Stay away from the gangsters.

You know what, Sanct?

I appreciate everything you did for me.

But you have got your shit.

And I look after my own shit!

Why did you come back to Cape Town?

Huh?

Why'd you leave the Hawks?

Not like it's a promotion.

I know why.

You came here to push your little brother down so you

can feel better about yourself.

Huh?

Daddy?

[crickets chirping]

[waves rushing]

[metal breaks]

[door creaks]

[sirens approaching]

[horns honking]

[dance music]

[sirens wailing in distance]

What do you need?

Three beers.

What can I get you?

Capoeira please.

Bottle's fine.

Keep the change.

Thanks.

So, uh, how long have you been in Cape Town?

Just about two years.

That's a beautiful accent.

Where are you from?

Ukraine.

Not exactly around the corner.

Do you miss it?

Sometimes.

But at the moment, I prefer to stay here.

You have a boyfriend.

You ask a lot of questions.

Of course.

You're interesting.

What's the book?

Oh.

I like reading.

I didn't think anyone read Dostoyevsky these days.

No.

Know him?

He's my favorite author.

I'm busy trying to decide if I have any

sympathy for Rodion now that he's killed the old woman,

you know?s

I know what you mean.

Hey, um, listen, I need a break from Russian angst.

And you look like you've finished work.

Fancy a drink?

I don't know anyone else I can talk to about Dostoyevsky.

OK.

Just give me one moment.

[beeping]

[wind howling]

[beeping]

[phone rings]

Yes?

All taken care of.

Good job.

Bob.

hey.

What are you doing here?

Just thought I'd surprise you.

I just wanted to pop in for a quick cup of coffee.

You better call me later.

In between shifts.

I'm busy prepping right now.

Oh, can I havea quick pick up?

Carina, it's not a good idea just to drop in.

How old is this paper?

I'm going to have to go.

Can I have this?

Sure.

- Good morning. - Can I help you?

Yes. I need to see him please.

And who exactly would you like to speak to?

Coolidge. Coolidge.

Mr. Coolidge only sees people by appointment.

Do you have one?

No, but I know him.

And I'm always welcome here.

So--

I'm afraid he'saway at present.

He's away?

Yes.

Coolidge!

Coolidge?

Coolidge!

Coolidge?

Hey!

[screaming]

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