Original subtitles

-(PANTING) -(GUNSHOTS)

-(SIREN WAILS) -Hold your fire!

Give me something that I can use.

MAN: That's the guy.

JANINA: Everyone, this is now an agency-wide priority.

Al-Qaeda is bringing something into the country,

and I want them stopped.

You got nothing!

The PBI is over.

They're shutting us down.

(PEOPLE PANICKING)

-Why kill him like this? -It's a message.

-You can call me Flea. -There's the target.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Alpha One, abort. That's an order.

(GROWLING)

-(rhino breathing) -Flea: Gently.

-(grunting) -Okay. Come on, let's do this.

-(indistinct chatter) -Keep pushing.

-(growling) -That's it.

Keep pushing. Come on, boy.

-Gently. -Come on.

♪ ♪

-Come on, boy. Let's go. -(all chattering)

Okay, guys.

Watch your direction. That's it.

(chattering)

(rhino snorts)

(Flea grunting)

That's it, that's it. Straighten up.

-(all chattering) -(Rhino growling)

Good. Good. Do it.

(growling)

Close it up.

-(rhino roaring, growling) -(gate closing)

("This is War" by Brendan Jury playing)

(panting)

♪ ♪

(singing in foreign language)

♪ This is war ♪

(singing in foreign language)

(singing continues)

♪ This is war ♪

(singing in foreign language)

♪ This is war ♪

♪ ♪

-(street chatter) -(car alarm blaring)

Janina: So, how much time have I got?

We're in the middle of an investigation.

David: For you.

David: Top of page 205.

"In conclusion...

"the commission rules that the PBI

"acted without any conclusive evidence,

and that there was no credible threat to the country."

It further says that

canceling the summit was an embarrassment

to the President of the Republic.

(sighs)

And the president agrees.

You know, I might've misjudged and moved in too fast,

-but I know it was real. -Nina,

you don't have to justify yourself to me.

But the report says what it says.

It's done. PBI is done.

(David sighs)

You had a good run.

Better than most.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

(quiet sigh)

(rumbling)

(both speak Afrikaans)

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

♪ ♪

(both speak Afrikaans)

All good.

-(clattering) -Lourens: You feel that?

I think-- I think our passengers are waking up.

-(banging) -Look it here.

Check this.

(Lourens laughs)

(speaking English)

(clattering continues)

Sedative is wearing off.

I'll need to inject them again within the next half an hour.

-(rattling) -Then we stop in 30 minutes.

♪ ♪

Uh, nope.

No more calls between Rayan and Nkunzi.

Well, we need to keep our focus on the package.

Whatever it is they're planning to bring into the country,

-it could be coming from anywhere. -(cell phone ringing)

So, if anything looks out of the ordinary,

I want a report on my desk.

Radius?

Keep it within 100 clicks of the borders.

-Ports and customs? -All of it.

-(cell phone ringing) -Janina: Mrs. Nkosi?

-(phone vibrating) -I need to know where we are.

This will not be another Pelindaba.

Quinn: Well, for now, we've got a tap on Osman's home landline,

and we've got watchers in the apartment opposite.

And who is in the house with him?

His family.

Wife, Teliha.

What do we know about her?

She comes from an ordinary middle-class home.

She studied biological sciences at UCT,

and did her PhD in London.

Then she came back to Cape Town

and married Osman. They have a daughter, Nazli.

-She's 8 years old. -And Daoud?

No positive sighting yet.

You're a Bo-Kaap boy. Is there any way a man like that

-could find refuge? -He is not gonna find

a welcome from the people of Bo-Kaap.

My money's on him being anywhere but there.

Okay, so...

what do we think they're bringing in?

Well, if you're trying to make a statement

in a packed football stadium.

-I'd say-- -Raj: Dirty bomb.

(speaking Arabic)

Nkosi: There's no reason to believe

Allajna would have access to those kind of materials.

There's no reason to believe they wouldn't.

What's security like at Cape Town Stadium?

Mixture of police and private contractors.

It's good, but not good enough, if you ask me.

I'll speak to their head of security.

No. Not yet.

We'll let it play out for now.

Osman moves, we move.

-(sighs) -(toilet flushes)

(typing)

-Trouble? -Uh, no.

It's just my son.

♪ ♪

Listen, why did Janina mention Pelindaba?

Was she talking about the old nuclear base?

Pelindaba was a total fuck-up.

We, well...

Janina made the call to cancel a major international summit

on climate change here in Cape Town.

Lots of heads of state, lots of razzmatazz,

all abandoned over a terrorist attack

that never materialized.

My advice is to never speak of it again.

-Especially in front of Janina. -No.

(exhales) Call your son.

-I'll give you a bit of privacy. -Oh, no, no.

I know we're not allowed to make personal calls at work.

It's fine.

Go ahead.

I'll run interference with Nkosi.

-Copy. -(both laugh)

-Jess. -Hm?

Thanks.

(rock music ringtone)

-Barend (on phone): Hello? -(speaking Afrikaans)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(Barend on phone):

♪ ♪

(Milla on phone):

(Milla on phone):

(Barend on phone):

(hangs up)

(traffic, construction noise)

-(cars honking) -(birds flapping)

♪ ♪

-(knocking) -Baboo: Shaheed .

We're on schedule.

Good.

(rhinos huffing)

(growling, roar)

(cage rumbling)

♪ ♪

(rhino huffing)

We done?

Flea: Just about.

(rattling)

Well, let's move then.

(clears throat) Miss Flea, um, you, uh,

you work with big game a lot, eh?

I only work with big game.

Oh, okay. (chuckles)

-(clears throat) -Lemmer: Yeah, smooth.

Well...

(clears throat)

(door shuts)

♪ ♪

(truck rumbling)

-(rumbling continues) -(insects chirping)

(truck rumbling)

♪ ♪

Are we in trouble?

Well, if they're after the horns...

-Um, should I go faster then? -No.

Lemmer: When lionesses go hunting, you can't outrun them.

They drive their prey towards the rest of the pride.

Lourens: What?

-Whoa! -(thud, man grunts)

(grunts)

(brakes hissing)

(men yelling)

(guns cocking)

(yelling in Zulu)

Lourens, wait.

Man: Get out! Get out!

-(grunts) -Man: Get on the floor!

♪ ♪

(speaking Zulu)

Boss.

(tense music playing)

Get on the floor!

-(Lourens grunts) -(speaking Zulu)

(man speak Zulu)

-Man 1: They might be in the bush, let's go! -Man 2: Nkunzi.

(speaking Zulu)

Man 3: I don't see shit here!

I know you're there!

Man 3: I don't see anything here!

Nkunzi: Hey!

You see this!

You see this!

(both whimpering)

-(whimpering) -Lourens: No, no, please...

-Please... (crying) -(man shouts)

Nkunzi: Okay!

You can see this!

(hyperventilating)

(whimpering)

Lemmer: Okay!

Okay!

♪ ♪

Yeah... (indistinct)

(Zulu chatter)

(speaking Zulu)

(Nkunzi speaks Zulu)

-(men chattering) -Nkunzi: Hm...

(exhales)

-You're the captain here? -Yes, sir.

(mutters in Zulu)

(grunts)

(Lourens crying)

(Nkunzi speaks Zulu):

(crying)

Where is the stuff?

I... I don't know what you're talking about...

Okay. One!

-We... we don't know... -Flea: Please!

(crying)

-We don't know, sir. -Two!

We don't know! We don't know

what you're talking about...

♪ ♪

-Three. -(gunshot, screaming)

(speaking Zulu)

I want my stuff!

They want the rhinos. What do they want?

-Lourens: What do you want-- -Did you say rhinos?

Hey!

-Nkunzi: Do I look like a fucking poacher? -Man: No, boss.

-No. -Do I look like a poacher?

I don't care about rhino horns!

Fucking Chinese witchcraft!

(Lourens crying)

Hello, Captain.

-(grunts) -Where is the stuff?

We're just-- We're transporting rhinos.

-Oh. Oh. -Yeah. Yeah, that's all.

Oh!

(sighs)

Transporting rhinos, huh?

(grunts)

(groaning)

-Where are the diamonds? -I told you...

♪ ♪

You are going to remember.

(men chattering)

(speaking Zulu)

Please!

Where are the fucking diamonds?!

-I already told you! -(Flea crying)

She doesn't know!

She doesn't know where they are--

-(gunshot) -(Flea screams)

(speaking Zulu)

(Flea crying)

Do you remember, MacGyver?

(speaking Zulu)

(dramatic music playing)

Lemmer: Drop it! Put it down.

-Put it down. Put it down. Okay. -(men chattering)

Up, up, up, up.

-Flea, pick up my gun and get behind me. -(Nkunzi shouting)

Flea, pick up my gun and get behind me now.

(shouting in Zulu)

Look at me.

We're okay. You're driving, okay?

-Get in the truck. -(yelling in Zulu)

Go, go, go.

Put down the fucking gun!

Put it down!

(gunshots)

(air hissing)

Steady, steady.

(Nkunzi grunting)

(truck starts)

(grunts)

Go!

(rumbling)

(yelling in Zulu)

(gunfire)

(bullets ricochet)

(gunfire continues)

(clicking)

-Fuck! Fuck! -Man: Fuck, they got away!

(speaking Zulu)

Fuck!

(speaking Zulu)

♪ ♪

(heavy breathing)

Slow down, Nkunzi man. I don't understand you.

What do you mean they weren't there?

Osman (on computer): But you can't have looked properly.

All I know is that the diamonds were on that truck somewhere,

and all you had to do was to find them.

Listen, I don't-- Hello?

(inaudible)

-(truck rumbling) -(insects chirping)

Lemmer: Flea.

Flea, are you okay?

No, I'm fine.

We need to find a payphone.

-We need to call in the boy's body. -We're not stopping.

We can't just leave him out there.

What if they're following us?

(somber music playing)

Lemmer: No one is following us.

Okay?

(quiet chatter)

Hello.

(speaking Afrikaans)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(Christo speaks Afrikaans)

Christo:

♪ ♪

(scoffs)

"Cape Times"? ETV? CNBC Africa?

"News This Week."

Barend:

Christo:

-(heavy breathing) -(Milla gasps)

♪ ♪

Hey, hey.

-(dial tone) -Operator (on phone): 10111, how can we assist?

There's been an accident

about 50 kilometers south of Beitbridge on the R524.

Someone's been killed.

Operator: Are you there now, sir?

Lemmer: No.

Operator: Can I have your name, please?

Lemmer: You-you need to send someone.

(insects chirping)

(tense music playing)

(traffic noise)

(street chatter)

(quiet chatter)

Okay, see you later.

-You're early. -Mm.

(sighs)

So, what have we got today?

All of the police reports

over the last 24 hours

from the northern border.

I can do it.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Be my guest.

♪ ♪

(brakes squeak, hiss)

(cuts engine)

(Diederik speaks Afrikaans)

(grunts, gasps)

Diederik:

Some help back here, please.

(grunts)

(both speak Afrikaans)

(sighs)

(sighs)

Diederik:

Lemmer:

(sighs)

Huh?

(both speak Afrikaans)

(scoffs)

(shouting):

Okay, okay, okay.

Diederik:

(sighs)

(club clatters)

♪ ♪

(tense music playing)

-I may have something. -What is it?

Double murder up in the Kruger.

One of the victims is gang affiliated.

-What should I do? -Theunie: Contact the officer in charge,

request further detail.

(mouthing)

(rhinos breathing)

How are they?

They're okay.

How are you?

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Milla, I'm heading out for lunch. You coming?

-(notification chime) -Uh,

-maybe a bit later. Thanks. -Jess: Okay, see you in a bit.

(gasps)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

And I hear the minister has shown you the Pelindaba report.

I have my sources, Janina.

And why exactly do you want to know?

I have a wife and kid, Janina.

I'd like to know how long we've got before they shut us down.

Maybe you should ask your sources.

Right.

We've got something.

The new researcher, Mrs. Strachan,

picked up on an incident report from Limpopo.

Two dead.

One of them has this tattoo on him.

♪ ♪

Gang tag?

It's Nkunzi's syndicate in Johannesburg.

Is this the other body?

No ID. Mrs. Strachan's on it.

Okay.

Let me know when you find out more.

Okay.

Thank you.

(wildlife chattering)

So, what do you think?

Is Diederik telling the truth?

(sighs)

Don't make me drink alone.

You know, I thought you weren't talking

because of what happened.

But I've changed my mind.

You just don't talk, period.

I talk when I have something to say.

(chuckles)

(animals chirping)

So, what's your story?

Mm-hmm.

How come you're riding shotgun?

'Cause that's what I do.

It's what I used to do.

-You're in security. -I was, yeah.

For a bunch of people I didn't much care for.

(sighs)

What happened?

I was looking after someone,

and she died.

♪ ♪

You can take the bedroom, I'll sleep on the couch.

Lemmer.

(wind blowing)

♪ ♪

(heavy breathing)

(kissing, heavy breathing)

(birds chirping)

(knocking)

(panting)

Flea?

(groan) Fuck.

(groaning)

(grunts)

-(knocking) -(sighs)

♪ ♪

(knocking continues)

(both speak Afrikaans)

(panting)

♪ ♪

Fuck.

Diederik:

Diederik:

Diederik: (laughs) Oh.

Diederik:

(sighs)

Milla: Detective Kagasi,

did they know what their son may have been doing in the area?

So, they had no idea that the boy was even in Kruger.

Sorry, could you repeat that, please?

Diederik Brand.

(speaking Afrikaans)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(sighs)

(sighs)

Diederik:

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

Okay.

Okay.

Mrs. Nkosi,

I think I found out who the other body was

and who he was working for.

Mrs. Strachan has the name for the other boy.

(clears throat) His name is Lourens Le Riche.

How did you get to that name?

The detective in charge up in Kruger got a phone call

from his parents first thing this morning.

How did they know to do that?

Well, the man Le Riche worked for as a driver,

a man called Diederik Brand from Loxton,

he told them what had happened

and which police station to contact.

So, how did Diederik Brand in Loxton

know that his driver had been shot in Kruger Park

hundreds of kilometers away?

I don't know.

(dialing)

Quinn, in here, please.

So, what do we have on Diederik Brand?

Has been the director of a list of failed companies

stretching back decades.

I'd say he's about as crooked as they come.

Thank you, Mrs. Strachan.

♪ ♪

How fast can you get a full tactical team to Loxton?

(plane humming)

(plane approaching)

♪ ♪

-(shutter clicks) -Quinn: We've turned this place upside down.

I don't think he has the diamonds.

He's only interested in bringing in a breeding pair of rhinos.

-That's it. -Janina (on phone): Do you believe him?

I don't know.

I think so. You know, he claims

they were taken by the woman who was transporting the animals.

A vet from Zimbabwe named Flea.

Not her real name.

What a surprise.

-Do we have her real name? -Brand says he doesn't know it.

Then how did he hire her?

That's the thing. He didn't hire her.

The whole thing was set up by a man called John Ehrlichmann.

Also from Zim.

Okay.

Get back here as soon as you can.

Right.

♪ ♪

No, no, old man, you listen to me. I'm coming to your house.

Osman (on phone): Listen, you don't come to my place

-and you don't call me on this line. -Nkunzi: I must see you!

Okay, then you come there by my place in Camps Bay.

I'll send you the address.

Hello?

Hello, you there?

Old man...

The job, I did do it.

-Now, where's the money? -I'm not coming to your place.

We need to meet somewhere public.

Nkunzi: Oh! Oh, so you don't trust me now, eh?

Osman: Somewhere public or nothing.

Okay, fine. Fine.

Maiden's Cove. Midday.

-(waves washing ashore) -(gulls cawing)

♪ ♪

-Osman: No diamonds, no money. -(Nkunzi speaks Xhosa)

Hey...

You need to tell this fat one...

to move...

because if I kill you,

I don't do it here.

You didn't find them.

-They didn't exist, man! -I gave you the route.

All you had to do was to intercept them.

(on speaker): Hey, man! We found this thing, yeah,

but there was nothing but stinking animals,

some white girl,

and a soldier.

Well, the diamonds were on that truck.

♪ ♪

Hm.

(inhales)

My job...

-I did do it. -No. No, you didn't.

You find the girl, you retrieve the diamonds,

-and then you'll get your money. -(laughs)

(speaking Afrikaans)

Yeah.

(speaking Xhosa)

I'm going to find that girl. That girl!

But, my money.

My money.

I want it.

Raj: I don't get it.

Why would Osman hire Nkunzi to-to hijack his own operation?

♪ ♪

Alright. Nkunzi's on the move. He's on the move, everyone.

(phone ringing)

Quinn (on radio): Wait, wait.

-There's a phone call. -Uh,

Osman's phone?

Quinn: No.

Rayan's.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's a different phone.

-We can't hear that. -(sighs)

-Osman: What? -Flea (on phone): That stunt you pulled

on the road is going to cost you.

What stunt?

My fee's now 20% of the consignment value.

I don't know what you're talking about, okay?

Are you ready to make the exchange?

We'll meet in three days.

I'll give you a location.

I don't have three days. Listen here--

♪ ♪

Hello? Hello?

Quinn: He's hung up.

That's it.

What was that?

We need to get to the courier before Nkunzi.

(traffic noise)

(revving engine)

(revving)

(revving)

-Fuck. Easy. Hey, hey! -(people screaming)

♪ ♪

-(yelling in Zulu) -Alright, alright.

(grunts)

(speaking Zulu)

-(grinding gears) -(yelling)

(yelling)

(tires screech)

-Man: Hey, boss, he's running away. -Shit.

Fuck.

(panting)

(panting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

MAN: We'll get the diamonds.

I've given the name of the courier to Inkunzi.

I need you to find this woman for me.

Ikunzi's tracking Flea. We track Inkunzi.

-Yeah? -My name is Lucas Becker.

Your boys carjacked me.

You stole my money. And I want it back.

MAN 2: I know nothing about any diamonds.

Those decisions, Flea made herself.

Nobody's untouchable. We come for you.

There are lives at stake here.

MAN 2: I'd be very reluctant to cross her.

Unfortunately, she has seen fit to cross me.

You're dead.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

The ambush scene, which we shot over four nights,

obviously things go very badly.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

So, when we meet Inkunzi, he's on a job. Hijack,

and get the consignment, and deliver it and get paid.

The scene happens just on the border of South Africa

in the Karoo National Park.

We picked a location

that is actually on the verge of the cliff

to make it feel as dangerous as possible.

We shot most of the scene on a Steadicam

just to be right next to our characters

and in the middle of the action.

So, it's the combination of this feeling of danger

and the location itself, and the darkness,

and the lights, and the dust. It looks gorgeous.

-Where are the fucking diamonds? -(SCREAMING)

The highjack goes upside down, and he takes his revolver and...

JAMES GRACIE: It's a tough pill for him to swallow.

That he wasn't able to protect Lourens.

And that sort of becomes the first catalyst

for the rest of his journey into the story.

(GRUNTING)

And then he has to take all of that,

and put it in a bottle and save who's left.

When this happens, he's obviously caught off guard.

But he doesn't expect that there'd be gaps

in the intel, for the job to go well.

He's coming up against a Special Forces-trained guy.

And so now he's like, somebody's double crossing me.

GRACIE: When we arrived at the farm,

I had to drive through quite a narrow gate.

And Jyri came to me

and he was like, "It just looks too slow."

I was like, "Do you want me to drive the truck faster?"

So, I'm going straight for this gate

and I'm watching the side, and somehow, I misjudged it.

I'm a precision driver... not.

And I ripped the-- the gates of the farm off.

And I looked to the side where Trix was sitting.

She looked at me with these eyes like...

I said to Steve, I'm so sorry, I hope you've got insurance.

And he's like, "It's fine. And that's definitely going

in the cut." (LAUGHS) So, I hope that is in the cut.

Now, he's trying to work out who knew what was going on.

With Flea, I think he's also trying to figure out

how much does she know.

(PANTING) Flea!

And then, of course, wakes up the next morning

and she's not there. And she's taken his gun.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

And then that's the second big thing

that kicks off his journey.

FLEA JAARSVELD: That stunt you pulled on the road

is going to cost you.

My fee's now 20 percent of the consignment fare.

I think what informed that decision

to smuggle the diamonds, is that she's a self-made girl,

it's a lot of money, she can get out of the country.

And that's-- it's a new life.

The whole hijacking theft changes her whole attitude

and her whole approach.

She realizes the caliber of person that she's dealing with.

We'll meet in three days.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪