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Someone is targeting our witnesses.

Heading for the container yard!

He's got the man in front of me.

Looks like a white male, mid-thirties,

Lucas Becker is now our main priority.

Who is that?

We stick to the plan. And we do what must be done.

Hey, Osman, get in the fucking car.

Shit.

I need an ambulance.

Make it quick!

We have a mole feeding information to the CIA.

Looking for someone?

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Unlock the doors.

Took your time finding me.

Just want my gun.

- This isn't it. - I know.

OK. Drive.

How is he?

He had a heart attack.

They think he was robbed, then left at the entrance.

Get out.

Slowly.

Here.

Move.

♪ This is war ♪

♪ This is war ♪

♪ This is war ♪

You can lose the gun 'cause if I was gonna take it off you,

I would've done it by now.

OK, so here's what I'm thinking...

Boy's dead because of you.

What happened to Lourens had nothing to do with me.

Yeah? How do you figure that?

The gangster who jumped us killed Lourens.

I didn't know he was gonna pull the trigger.

Could've just as easily killed you or me.

Yeah, he was called Nkunzi.

"Was".

- I was just a courier... - That's bullshit.

If I knew that was going to happen,

I would've given him the fucking stones.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Here.

I still have to make the exchange.

- Yeah, what do you want from me? - I want you to cover my back.

Ride shotgun.

The people I'm supposed to deliver the diamonds to have

- already double-crossed me once. - It's not my business.

They sent Nkunzi to hijack us.

Please.

I'm so fucked.

You help me...

and you can get the guys that were behind Lourens's death.

Mrs Osman?

I'm Dr Sali.

May I have a word with you in private?

He can stay.

Your husband is in a coma.

When he arrived, he was really suffering from hypoxia.

- That's... - I know what it is. I'm a doctor.

Was. Research.

Well then, you'll appreciate it's still early days.

- Where's his things? - Mr Osman's

cell phone and wallet are in the safe

- at my station. - And his briefcase?

I don't think he came in with one.

I can check with admissions.

You're welcome to stay with your husband as long as you'd like.

Lucas isn't involved with Allajna.

- What? - He wasn't even

a person of interest when I met him.

Lucas Becker was making phone calls

to a primary target of our investigation.

An individual you were

specifically tasked to research.

Mrs Strachan, don't play me for a fool.

Who are you working for?

I work for you.

Lucas didn't murder Nkunzi.

Why should I believe you?

We were together.

Together?

He was with me that night.

And you can prove this?

I give you my word.

Mrs Strachan, I am going to ask you this for the last time.

Who are you working for?

Becker?

- His people? - No.

I work for you, only for you.

So, it's pure coincidence that

you meet and fall for a man,

overnight,

that just so happens to be at the centre of our investigation.

It wasn't... it wasn't like that.

You know...

20 years ago,

we would've treated traitors like you very differently.

I'm not a traitor.

Then you're even more stupid than I thought.

- Baboo? - I can't find his briefcase.

I looked in the car. It's not there.

- How is he? - No change.

- Is that good? - No, it's not good.

How's Nazli?

She just wants to know when her dedda's coming home.

So do I.

She's been there all night.

All night.

We need to know what Mrs Strachan's role

is in all of this.

Do we really think she was planted here?

You don't think so?

She's rattled.

Let's put a tail on her.

She's either gonna crawl under a rock,

or she's gonna lead us straight to him.

- Then what? - We prove that Langley

is running covert operations on South African soil,

and we figure out why.

Anything on the boats?

Van Jaarsveld? The diamonds?

The imam called the police yesterday.

He was flagging his unease about Osman.

He said he was worried about his state of mind,

- about what he might do. - And how is

- our patient? - No change,

but everybody seems to be worried

- about his missing briefcase. - Yeah, but...

do we really think the diamonds were in the case?

If they are,

all the more reason to find Becker.

- Where, here? - No, just up there.

Yeah, stop.

Pick a different spot.

I don't get to choose the location.

I'm exchanging the diamonds for cash here.

Tomorrow night.

Flea, this road is impossible to secure.

- You can cover me. - You can run.

These aren't the kind of people I want chasing me

for the rest of my life.

I'm close protection.

Any cover that I can provide in this area

is what we refer to as tactically fuckin' far away.

You know that they don't expect you to walk away.

There's gotta be something we can do.

Here.

He's gotta come up this road.

You force the exchange to happen over there.

At least somewhere a little closer to civilisation.

And where will you be?

Jess, wait.

I...

I've done nothing wrong. Please.

I didn't know. I promise.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Be careful, yeah?

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

Your tragedy is my tragedy, Teliha.

Shaheed was robbed. His briefcase taken?

Yes.

And his laptop with it?

You need to tell me all you know.

Let's take a walk. Outside.

Wait here, brother.

Hey, baby. Mm...

Dedda's gonna be just fine.

Abdia,

will you take the children out to play in the garden?

You were right.

To let Daoud know about the laptop.

We just can't lie to him any more.

Anyway, Shaheed's laptop is

- password protected... - Stop talking. Shut up!

Whoever has the laptop...

the moment they connect online,

its position will flash up on Shaheed's cell.

His phone is at the hospital.

I think I'm being followed.

You think or you know?

I know.

They were outside my flat in a car.

They-they turned my entire place upside down.

OK. Get rid of your phone,

find another way of calling me.

All right, gentlemen, let's spread out and let's cover the area,

two men that way, two men that way, OK?

Adam! Let's go. All right?

- Are you on a cell? - Not mine. What now?

Are they still on you?

I don't know. I think I've lost them for now.

No, wait. They're here!

OK, you gotta change your appearance.

Find some clothing.

- Bright colours, if you can. - OK.

I have her. She's headed toward Table Bay Hotel.

Talk to me, Milla.

I'm still here. I've done what you told me to.

OK, good. Now, don't rush.

Just walk normally, all right? Don't turn around, don't stop.

OK.

Quinn, do you have eyes on her?

Quinn, I've got nothing on CCTV.

- You clear? - I think so, yeah.

Fuck!

We've lost her! She's fucking gone! We've lost our woman!

How did you lose her?

Hey. Hey, come here.

You're safe now. It's OK.

They're using me to get to you.

Who?

The Presidential Bureau of Intelligence.

The PBI?

They bugged my flat. They're following me

- 'cause they wanna get to you. - Slow down.

I work for them.

Worked for them,

but they fired me when they found out about...

you...

us.

I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry. - It's OK, it's OK, it's OK,

it's OK, it's OK...

All right, take a breath.

And tell me everything.

Why did you kidnap Osman?

Nkunzi told me Osman had his money.

So, if I wanted mine, that's where I'd get it.

But why take him off the street in broad daylight?

Are you crazy?

Probably.

There's going to be a terrorist attack tomorrow.

Right here in Cape Town.

PBI is trying to stop it.

So, why are they after me?

Osman's behind it.

A weapon's coming into the country,

and he's using blood diamonds to pay for it.

But you know that already, don't you?

I didn't know you were PBI.

- I don't believe you. - I swear.

Well, they know you're CIA.

You are CIA.

Hope the couch was comfortable.

Yeah.

Do you want some juice?

No, I'm good, thanks.

- I'm taking a shower. - OK.

- Help yourself. - Yeah, will do.

What happened?

I've got a feeling Becker was helping her.

Or she's better trained than we thought.

Which is why you were supposed to keep her close.

Jesus, Quinn!

The CIA are making us look like amateurs!

I'm not the only one making mistakes here, Janina.

The Yanks have been playing us from the start.

We can't count on them. We never could.

They have their own agenda, but I should be able to count

on my own team.

Can I count on you, Quinn?

I'll meet you at the drop tonight.

No, wait, hey hey! We should stick together.

My next stop is my cousin's.

If I show up there with you,

she'll think twice about helping me.

What is she helping you with?

Someone had to look after the diamonds.

Yeah, I searched that place, top to bottom.

Think I'd be stupid enough to keep them there?

I'll see you tonight.

What if I don't show?

Then I'll have no backup.

Is that Osman's?

Yeah. I figured

maybe it can help us.

You might wanna cross your fingers.

Shit.

All of his documents are in the cloud.

I can't retrieve anything unless I go online.

Do it.

Ibrahim!

- He's awake? - Mm-mmm, but his laptop is.

- Where's Baboo? - He just stepped out quickly.

Take this to him. Go. Go.

Looks like they've been tracking a ship.

We thought that's how they were bringing in the weapon.

Look at this. Granger Bay?

It's a small harbour near the stadium.

That's where they've set the exchange.

Diamonds for the weapon.

OK.

I'm gonna check us out. Get ready.

- We need to move, now. - What?

Why? What's going on?

Come on.

Let's go!

C'mon.

Fuck.

Move!

Come on.

Get the laptop!

Come on, brother. Come!

Come on! Let's go, come!

Come on.

F-Freeze.

Shoot him...

Ibrahim!

Milla, get in the car!

Go.

You did great.

- They were trying to kill us. - Yeah,

but they didn't.

It's OK.

All right? We're gonna be OK, yeah?

Go get Janina.

On it.

What's going on?

Looks like they've had an encounter with Becker.

That's Osman's laptop.

Show me playback.

Here we go.

It looks like they've been in a firefight.

Ask Jessica to scan police reports of a shoot-out.

- I want to know where and when. - Yes, boss.

Looks to me like they're waiting for something.

We should move a tactical team into place.

OK. Go, but I may need you elsewhere

- if we find Becker or Mrs Strachan. - Copy that.

The fuck, Flea?

Come on, move...

Looks like our courier here has kept some for herself.

Come here. Where are you hiding them?

Come on.

Where the hell is it? Come on, tell me!

Ah!

Fuck you! Fuck!

Fuck!

112. How can I assist you, caller?

Uh, a woman was just murdered.

Sir, could you please wait while I connect you to...

Yeah, her name's Flea, uh,

Cornel "Flea" van Jaarsveld.

And where is the victim now, sir?

In the boot of her car.

Was last seen headed towards the city.

And the plate's CA574892.

And can I have your name and current location, sir?

We've got ourselves some company, ladies and gentlemen.

We see them.

One of them looks injured.

Hang fire. We've gotta see what's going on.

Take him to the cellar.

What happened?

We had unexpected company.

- But the diamonds? - Suleiman has them.

What about the courier?

Is no longer of concern, all right?

Do you have the laptop?

Got it.

Can I trust you also to deal with this?

Of course, my brother.

All right.

Is that brother Daoud?

We will make the exchange tomorrow.

And his contact, the broker,

has just confirmed we must be ready to move

earlier than planned.

You have everything prepared.

Alpha One, the boss says stand down.

We move?

We stand down.

- But, they're all in there! - No, they're not.

We don't know where Daoud is,

we have no idea what happened,

and we don't know where the diamonds are.

- They could be in the house. - We don't know that.

We don't know that because when the exchange happened,

we were looking in the wrong fucking direction.

Uh, a woman was just murdered.

Sir, could you please wait

while I connect you to...

Yeah, her name's Flea, uh,

Cornel "Flea" van Jaarsveld.

And where is the victim now, sir?

In the boot of her car.

Was last seen headed towards the city.

And the plate's CA574892...

Uh, a woman was just murdered.

Sir, could you please wait while I connect you to...

Yeah, her name's Flea, uh...

Jesus.

OK. She's in here.

- What is this? - Nina, not here, please.

There was a shoot-out yesterday.

- Lucas Becker. - Your agent.

Lucas Becker

and your operative Milla Strachan's fingerprints

- were found all over the scene. - The terrorist group

you've been tracking.

It involves them, correct?

Janina, Lucas Becker is not one of ours.

We have to presume that Allajna now

has the financial resources

to launch their attack.

It's all on you,

and you alone.

Agent Makebe,

you'll endeavour to bring our friends up to speed.

Bruno, you have

our full co-operation until the matter is resolved.

Nina...

Pending inquiry,

you're suspended from duty,

with immediate effect.

Janina. Janina...

I want all the members of Allajna and their associates

in custody by the end of play today.

It's OK. It's OK...

Lemmer.

Janina.

I didn't expect you to come.

Yeah, I didn't expect you to call.

Step into my office.

I heard the call you made to the police.

Tell me what you know about Flea van Jaarsveld.

Yeah, what do I get?

Well, I can tell you who killed her and why.

She was delivering diamonds to an extremist cell.

I believe...

it was payment for a weapon.

So, why do you need me?

Hm?

Your precious PBI handle this?

They're no longer my PBI.

Threw me under a fucking bus last year.

- You walked! - I whistle-blow Pelindaba with a woman

that I was tasked to protect. She died because of you.

She died because no-one believed me,

and all of my resources were pulled.

I had good reason to believe that there would be

- an attack on the summit. - Nothing materialised!

Oh! Yeah! Right! I moved in too soon.

- That's the narrative, right? - Yeah.

We both know I was right.

Otherwise, why was the principal killed right after your...

The fucking principal had a name.

Pelindaba was a mess.

I was played.

I'm still being played.

The CIA have been all over this

right from the start.

They killed Julius Shabangu, one of my key witnesses.

CIA didn't kill Nkunzi.

You can't know that.

Yes...

Yes, I can.

So, I took this burner off one of the guys who killed Flea.

GPS app has one single pre-programmed route.

Wanna take a drive?

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- You are not afraid? - No, brother. I am certain.

We are dealing with a suicide team.

You need to move.

They will kill you.

Got you.

Just stick to the plan.

The weapon... it might be biological.

- Move. - We have to go.

Last chance.

It's over.

Stop right now!