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Thirty-year old female.

Isolated penetrating chest trauma.

Barrier-rest breath resus.

Connect her to monitors.
Get up another line.

Prep to intubate.
Patient is hemodynamically unstable.

Massive hemorrhage.

-Heart rate dropping.
-Tension pneumo. Chest drain stat.

Scalpel.

Sir, I need you to clear the area.

She's decompensating. Massive hemothorax.

Start auto transfusion.

What's happening?

-She's bleeding out.
-She's in cardiac arrest. Starting CPR.

Adrenalin stat.

Let's move it. Go!

Harder.

What did you always say to me
when we were younger?

We stay together.

We fight.

We survive…

…no matter what.

We stay together. We fight.

And we survive.

Mm?

Who took money from the jar?

Dad, I'm begging you.

Don't hit her, please.

Mwale!

Zenzi, don't…

-Zenzi, don't!
-No!

Up against the wall!

Up against the wall! Don't move.

Zenzi Mwale, I'm placing you under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right…

…anything you say
can be used against you in court.

So that's your confession, Mrs. Mwale?

And your husband?
What's his role in all this?

Hold your fire!

Max is innocent.

I told you.

It was me.

No. Zenzi, no.

Zenzi!

I killed them.

All of them.

But was it self-defense?

What about that criminal scheme?
You-- You spoke about that--

Please.

I just want what I deserve.

If you change your mind,
I'll be waiting for your call.

I won't change my mind.

You know, every time I think
I have you figured out, Zenzi Mwale…

How does someone like you
become a stone-cold killer? Hmm?

Tell me, was Jackson Thom
really the first time?

It was the first time.

Please tell me what's going on.

Do you know where they'll send you?

You should've just let me jump.

Hello, friend.

Hello.

How are you?

Okay.

You're the lone angel who took out
half the Cape Town underworld, hmm?

Forgive me if I don't believe it.

You killed Blessing Jali?

You?

They had sex.

-I fucked Blessing.
-Blessing fucked you.

So fuck off.

What's wrong? Why is she using that chair?

They call you "the invisible woman."

Is that really you?

-I…
-"I…" I what?

Is that you?

Who are you?

I'm nobody.

-Forget it. Not her.
-No, that's impossible.

-It can't be.
-No, it can't be.

Looks more like a wallflower to me.

-Mm.
-Mm?

The Widow Wallflower.

Oh, shame.

Show us what you've got…

Widow Wallflower.

You're lucky you lasted a month.

Take her food.

Sleep tight…

Widow Wallflower.

I can't wait for a taste.

Mm?

Move.

You bitch.

Why are you here?

Well, in case you needed anything.

Ah…

I told you I've written about you.

In case you wanted
or needed to pass the time.

I don't want it.

I-- I did what you asked.

I've been looking into OCM Bank,

and you were right.

I found dozens of testimonies--

Don't.

We can make Max's death mean something.

-All of it mean something--
-Just stop it!

Please.

I just want to pay the price
for what I did.

Lufuno, I was your cleaner.

Nothing more.

You don't owe me anything.

I don't believe it was nothing.

Hm?

It must be nice
to have such generous friends, hey?

-Pretty in pink, like my eyes.
-More like your punani.

Yes. In here, we share.

So what else did sugar daddy bring?

Why don't you
pick on someone your own size, cunt?

What's the wallflower to you, huh?

A meal ticket. Lunch.

I haven't decided yet.

-Why?
-Mm.

You want my leftovers?

Fuck off.

Let's go.

Next time…

bitch.

Are you really the one?

Harden up, lady,

or this place will eat you.

What do you want?

You lost your husband.

I lost my brother to violence.

And the father of my son.

I see you.

What's your name?

TK.

Meth-Head. Too-Angry.

Trouble-incoming.

However you like it.

Don't thank me.

Not yet.

The cleaner kills the author.

That ending won't do.

Not now.

But how do I marry the woman I know

with this ability to kill?

Where does it come from?

Don't bother to scream.

I told you this bitch is mine!

Fuck off!

Wow!

Get off!

Just fucking take her!

-I said take her!
-Bitch, stop!

You are very lucky
to come out of this unscathed.

I've seen them do a lot worse.

Is there anything else
you're worried about?

Okay, um…

Do you want to keep it?

It will be very hard to raise it here,
but there are options.

If not, though, uh…

Is there anybody you'd like to call?
A family member?

All I'm saying is,
if she wants nothing to do with you,

then stop agonizing over it.

Yeah, but she's my sister, love.

She needs me.

Your sister clawed her way
back into your life

when she was desperate,
when she had no one else to turn to.

She used you.

-You don't know her.
-Yeah, but nor do you.

Not really.

There's, um…

There's some things we've been through
that-- that you don't know about.

Okay.

Tell me.

I'm here.

I've known plenty of bad women.

Just like I know bad men.

Then I realized,

maybe I'm one of them.

And here we fucking are.

And my mother wasn't a bad woman.
She wasn't a good one.

Mad one, maybe.

What about you?

What about me?

Do you have family?

I'm from Bethlehem.

I haven't been there in a long time.

Both my parents are dead.

I do have a sister.

Naledi.

She married a doctor.

Big house in Sea Point.

What did they do?

The men you killed?

They killed my husband.

And my son.

Did you get them?

Some.

But it's over.

Did you get him, at least?

The one that killed your son?

Yes.

I got him.

Leave my mom alone.

I'm the man of the house.

No!

No!

You know, Esulu,

my son…

The most gentlest soul you'd ever know.

Max was my world.

But Esulu…

…he was my universe.

I'm going to keep you.

Hey, get out of my way.

Can I call Zimbabwe from here?

If you have credit.

Hello?

Ma Mwale.

Zenzi, my child.

It's so good to hear your voice.

There's… so much to say.

And so many questions to be answered.

They killed my son.

My Max.

Ma, I…

I am pregnant.

Oh, I'm so happy to hear that.

I was wondering, Ma, if…

If I could make it to Zimbabwe, to Harare…

could I stay with you?

Could I raise Max's baby there?

But how?

I don't know yet.

I just need to know
I have somewhere to go.

You are family, Zenzi.

If Max lives on,

we'll be waiting.

Thank you.

Thank you, Ma.

I hope to see you soon.

I'm surprised you called.

I'm glad you did.

I need to know that I can trust you.

I can promise that I'll do my best.

I can't be here.

I need to be free. I-- I just…

I-- I need to be sure
that I'm going to be safe.

Help me make your case.
Tell me what you know.

Get me out of the gate.

Let's try this.

I will tell you what I think I know.

Max found evidence
that OCM Bank was stealing from accounts.

And that money got laundered
through different businesses,

like the club and Raymond's butchery.

That evidence got Yazid Noordien killed.

That's why they framed Max.

That's why they killed your s--

Do you have evidence, Zenzi?

Or names? Who do I go after?

Raymond Hendricks said that, uh,

Mr. Theron was involved.

Reuben Theron.

And…

And Andrew Harting.

This is important.

Um, who else knows about this?

Anyone who might have evidence?

Lufuno Ngesi.

He's been investigating.

How do you know all of this information?

Another time.

Okay, so…

When can I leave?

That's not how this works, Zenzi.

I have to investigate the leads,
and if anything comes of it,

then I can get you transferred
to a more comfortable facility.

And then we can look at getting you out.

Properly out.

-But--
-Trust me.

This is the safest place
for you right now.

Do you have any friends in here?
Allies? Anybody?

You went to see Mwale behind my back.

What-- What were you thinking?

She is caught up in something bigger.
She said so herself.

Ah, come on, Henry.

We can call in a favor.
Get her a reduced--

Don't-- Don't even finish that thought.

What-- What do you need her for, anyway?

I mean, you've already
got your secret star witness

that you've squirreled away--

I tried to take you, over and over.

-"Over my dead body." Remember?
-Thanks, Dana.

I wish you could put your damn ego aside.

Damn it. Loadshedding.

She is not responsible for any of this.

She's responsible for multiple murders.

Need I remind you, you…

You missed her from the start.

And you're so blinkered.

-You want her to believe she's innocent.
-Cool heads, guys.

-You're on the same team.
-Are we, though?

Yeah, I mean, you seem
to be making big decisions on your own.

You put a killer back on the streets,
it's not a victory.

It's not justice.

We've seen so many lives
destroyed by the system.

By your justice.

If I can save Zenzi from a fate
that she doesn't deserve,

well, then that's a small victory.

Henry, this could be bigger than we know.

And I need you by my side. I really do.

I can't.

Not on this.

Look, you've already
made up your own mind,

so just-- just leave me out of it.

And when it blows up in your face,
don't come crying.

The reason I wanted to meet with you

is I believe we want the same thing.

Old dog, old tricks.

I've been looking into OCM Bank.

Dozens upon dozens of claims, complaints,
posts that never got any attention.

Ordinary people losing what amounts
to hundreds of thousands of rands

over the years.

Now, little bits here and there,

but enough to be felt
if you start from nothing.

Never an official response?

Just a few cease-and-desist cases filed.

By whom?

Theron and Associates have represented
every company and individual,

dead or alive,
that's been involved in this whole thing.

The plot thickens.

What do you know about Andrew Harting?

Harting? He's old money.

Pulled it out of the earth, pre-Apartheid,

sucked it out of the country
during Apartheid,

lost most of it afterward.

As far as I know, he keeps his head down,

and tries to make the family money
work for him.

Shit, Butler.

You know, I was really hoping
for a more reliable partner.

Let's focus here, Jacob.

We're done embarrassing ourselves
in front of friends and partners.

-Mm.
-Mm.

-Do you think he's involved?
-I only have the name.

Either way,
these people are very dangerous.

Ah, I'm used to ruffling a few feathers.

I haven't ruffled any feathers yet,
I don't think.

I'll keep you posted.

Who's this?

Thank you.

-That bad a round?
-Yeah.

You have no idea.

It's in the knees, or so they say.
Or the elbows. Which is it?

I never could find the right damn teacher.

Are you a member?

I could live how the other half lives.

Well, they don't let visitors in, so…

Those men inside look important.

Clients?

Uh, sort of.

I'm Jacob.
I'm the Chief Financial Officer of--

OCM Bank. Jacob Butler.

I confess. I know exactly who you are.

-I was hoping we could chat.
-What about?

A few client concerns
that seem to have gone under the radar.

Are you a reporter?

No.

-Am I under some sort of suspicion?
-Not yet.

We could make it official.

Although, I don't want to go that route.

Look, we'll be safe and discreet
if you wanted to talk.

So you've been misinformed.

It wasn't smart to come here.

I'm just here to observe.

Well, don't let the wrong people
see you observing.

-Everything all right?
-Yeah. No, of course. Why not?

Ah, new member. Mistook me for someone.

Seems like they'll let anybody in
these days.

Bottoms up, chaps.

Thanks for the game.

I do apologize on my partner's behalf
for his poor play.

Welcome to the club.

Thank you.

Enjoy the club.

Mm.

What did you say?

Mwale.

I'll embarrass you.

Phone call.

-Hello?
-Zenzi.

I wanted to update you.
I-- I might have a way in.

Oh, that's…

That's good.

It is good.

Thanks to Lufuno Ngesi.

Am I…

Am I getting out of here?

Maybe soon.

I have a rendezvous tomorrow and…

I'll say more when I know more.

Okay?

Okay.

Keep your hopes up, Zenzi.

TK?

It all comes around.

The only way through is together.

Promise me that.

And say this with me.

We stay together.

We fight and we survive.

No matter what.

Help.

Help!

S'bu.

Zenzi Mwale is dead.

What she knows dies here.

Good.

It wasn't for you.

Isolated penetrating chest trauma.

Barrier-rest breath resus.

Let's connect her to our monitors.

-Get up another line.
-Prep to intubate.

Patient is hemodynamically unstable.

Scalpel.

Sir, I need you to clear the area.

She's in cardiac arrest. Starting CPR.

Adrenaline, stat!

Let's move it. Go!

Let's go. Harder.

How the hell did this happen?
Who did this?

-We don't know.
-You…

Cameras? Witnesses?

Nothing, sir.

Look, these kinds of things
happen in prison.

Not like this! And not to her.

-This is Detective Lyners.
-Shit.

Please leave a message.

Lyners, call me back.
It's, um, Zenzi Mwale.

Something's happened.

Just call me back.

We've got her. We've got her.

You're fucking kidding me.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I don't like that look.

Zenzi Mwale is fucking alive.

What kind of a threat
can a cleaner really pose? Come on.

Enough to have done this much damage.

There's no way she killed those guys.

You want to test her?

You had a fucking job to do.

You told me TK was the best there is.

She is. I'll send her back in.

No, forget it.

I've got something else for her.

She won't like it.

If she wants to redeem herself,
she'll do as she's fucking told.

And you better make sure
she doesn't fuck it up this time.

She won't.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You've lost a lot of blood,
but your organs are intact.

You're in good hands.

-My…
-Your baby's fine.

You were very lucky.
You're both going to live.

But I need you to rest.

You should go home.
There's nothing more you can do from here.

Right on time, Mr. Butler.

Hey, it's me again.

I think you were right about Mwale
being involved in something bigger. Just…

I mean, just-- just call me
when you get this.

Where the hell are you?

Are you alone?

Of course.

Honestly, I don't know
what the fuck I'm doing here.

What are you doing here?

A little bird told me
OCM Bank is stealing from its customers.

Maybe to make a few rich men richer?

You fill in the blanks.

Tell me what I'm missing.

No.

You're right.

Sorry, sir. This is a restricted area.

Shift change.

Money's being stolen. Billions.
And not even just at OCM.

-I just play my part.
-Which is?

Turn a blind eye. Cover the tracks.

But you're wrong.

It's not rich men getting richer.

Or so he says.

So who says?

Andrew Harting?

What are you doing?

I'm a police officer, okay? Calm down.

-Security! Security! Help!
-Hey!

Shh!

Uh-uh! Quiet!

-Do not--
-Stop it.

Please!

-Hey!
-Someone help me!

-Hey!
-Get off of me!

No! No! No! No!

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

"It'll be worth it in the end," he said.

I didn't know we'd do so much damn damage.

What damage?

What are they doing with the money?

-Oh, it's too late! Fuck!
-Get down!

Oh, fuck!

Shit.

Fuck! Fuck!

Cunt!

Police! Drop your weapon!

Fuck!

Fuck.

-Lyners, where have you been?
-Morkel, shut up and listen.

It's real. It's all real.

-I know. Listen, it's Zenzi Mwale. She's--
-I talked to Jacob Butler.

OCM Bank, it goes up. All the way up.

-Hang on a second. Just slow down.
-It's bigger than we thought.

Start at the beginning.
Let's meet up at the station.

I'm coming to you.

I'll explain everything.
I'm taking these fucks down.

Oh!

Lyners?

What was that?

Lyners?

Natasha?!

Shit.

Come on.

Mm.

Zenzile?

John.

Get up, baby. Get up! Get up! Get up!

Zenzi. My God!

Zenzile, wake up.

Wake up, my sister. Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Please, wake up.

Please, don't die in my arms. Wake up.

Okay, okay.

Zen!