Original subtitles

Reyka comes here out of her own free will, Elsa.

She's my blood.

She comes from me, not you.

Where were you during all those years, Elsa?

I never stopped searching for her.

Reyka assumed you'd given up,

you didn't want her.

Reyka is my daughter, mine, okay?

She's home now, so please, sir, let go of her

Officer's in pursuit, she's heading towards Baduganza.

[tense music]

Hey!

Back.

[speaking native language]

No one knows about this.

What's the plan?

50 metre radius.

Once you're out of range, I can't hear you.

Okay.

[tense music]

[speaking in native language]

You are police.

[speaking in native language]

You're right, I'm a cop.

But I also like to dance.

Come dance with me. [laughing]

[dramatic music]

[Nandi gasping]

["Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven]

[birds singing]

Hi.

[Reyka] Hi.

Are you his daughter?

[Reyka] No.

Who are you?

No one.

[Boy] Are you trapped in here?

We're a family.

[Boy] Is he keeping you here?

Do you want to escape?

[Reyka] Escape?

I wanna see my mother.

[Boy] Who's your mother?

Can you help me find her?

Fine, how?

[tone ringing]

["Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven]

[boy groaning]

[Portia] Angus!

[gun clicking]

Leave him, he's just a boy.

[door clicking]

I'm just trying to protect you, Reyka.

That boy's thinking disgusting thoughts about you.

You be kind to me,

and I'll look after you.

You're my girl.

Mine.

[insects chirping]

[people talking]

[tense music]

[police radio chattering]

Sam?

Soda.

What?

She was gonna take their blood just for DNA,

putting them in her handbag.

Soda found her.

[sombre music]

[machines beeping]

[ventilator hissing]

[gentle classical music]

[insects chirping]

[dramatic music]

[insects chirping]

Nandi's attacker was interrupted,

otherwise she'd be dead.

Same method of strangulation as the others.

Garotte?

It was Soda.

I heard him on the radio.

[sombre music]

[machine beeping]

Brigadier.

[speaking in native language]

[machine beeping]

Nandi?

Sweetheart?

Did you see the man that attacked you?

[tense music]

Huh?

[machine beeping]

Was it Soda?

[Paramedic] Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Nandi, was it Soda?

[Sam screaming]

Nina?

Nina?

[Nina] Hi.

Have you seen Reyka?

She called on her way to the hospital,

a copper was hurt.

Hector?

She didn't say.

Reyka wants me to take Thuli to a friend's house,

till all this settles.

[sombre music]

[speaking in native language]

[door clicking]

[Cathleen] Don't forget he's going home for the holidays.

Yeah, well I'll ask him to stay on a couple of days,

he won't mind.

He'll want to get home to his family,

we can't keep him here.

Fine, then I'll ask him to clear out the barn

before he leaves.

[Cathleen laughing]

Remember the kittens, Dad?

Kittens?

[Alex] Remember that?

The repair team is coming in soon,

day after tomorrow, I think.

It's a condition of sale.

What kittens, Alex?

We had this wild cat living in a barn,

and she had a litter, five or six,

this was years ago, I was just a kid.

Oh, how adorable.

And Dad took me to meet them.

The barn was dark, but there was enough light to see them

all snuggling in this little crate, two weeks old.

Eyes hadn't even opened yet.

Remember that?

Beth, pass me the gravy please.

Alexander, will you make sure the workers

have access to the patio?

What happened, Alex?

Ask Dad.

John, what did you do?

Wild cats carry rabies.

They do, they really do.

Dad took his rifle, and he aimed it into the crate,

and pow,

pow, pow.

That's enough,

-thank you, thank you! -Pow!

And they're trapped, their claws scratching,

the screams, that noise pierced right through me.

Are you finished?

[Alex] Right through me.

[Cathleen] Come along, let's eat up, Alex.

Remember that?

Isn't this delicious, Beth?

Lovely.

[tense acapella music]

Hey, hey, easy.

Right, cuff them.

[tense music continues]

[shouting in native language]

Hands up.

Soda Mvaba, you're under arrest, get up.

Slowly, slowly.

Hands on the wall.

[handcuffs clicking]

[people yelling in native language]

[speaking in native language]

Hey.

[speaking in native language]

[sombre music]

[cameras whirring]

[tense music]

[camera clicking]

[camera clicking]

[tense music]

[camera clicking]

[door clicking]

Here you are.

[Hector] Foreman.

[speaking in native language]

Did you really have to put me in the line up

with those kindreds, man?

For your own protection.

Reyka?

This is Zakes, our man inside

the Tyrone worker compound.

[speaking in native language]

Ever since you bought me that satellite dish,

it takes a lot to get me off the couch.

[speaking in native language]

[Hector] You have an important job now.

[speaking in native language]

Are you staying out of trouble.

[speaking in native language]

[Zakes] Good boy's my middle name, you know me.

Reyka, be careful of this man.

[speaking in native language]

Now you are bad mouthing me

in front of such a beautiful woman.

Are you married, sweetheart?

Listen, I don't have much,

but I can save up many cows just to make appearances.

Can we get started?

Capiche.

[Hector] Did you see Detective Cele at the party?

Yeah.

Where?

On the footpath near the cane field.

Alone?

No.

Who was she with?

-A man. -Name.

[speaking in native language]

Now I must give up my boys.

Genne genne, you know me, I'm a foreman.

They listen to me, in fact, I wear the crown.

This deal between you and I, genne genne,

I give you tips, intel, but I'm not a snitch.

[speaking in native language]

[Hector] That's your job, Zakes.

Oh well then, I quit here.

You can even take your satellite dish if you want.

Our colleague was attacked by a man that you saw,

give us his fucking name.

Soda Mvaba.

You sure?

-Yeah, I'm sure. -You saw his face?

No, but it was him.

How do you know?

There was no light, it was dark.

[speaking in native language]

Soda has a crooked walk.

[tense music]

[speaking in native language]

[sombre music]

[people praying]

Hector, I'm gonna need Samuel in there.

[Hector] No.

He was present at the crime scene.

[Hector] Was he?

Seems to me Nandi was abandoned without backup.

I didn't expect her to walk away with the suspect.

You should have followed.

What was the strategy, leave her out there on her own?

No.

Sorry, ma'am.

We suspended the undercover op

because it puts our police officers in danger.

But you knew better, didn't you?

What if she dies?

No, Hector.

[Hector] I don't care how you do it, get me a confession.

[speaking in native language]

[Soda] You are police.

[speaking in native language]

Mr. Mvaba, I'm not sure you remember me,

but I interviewed you a few days ago at the worker compound.

And you were rude.

Was I?

I apologise.

Have you met Detective Cele before?

But you knew she was police.

That's your voice on the tape.

Yes, but I wasn't sure we met before.

She was different from the other girls at the party.

[Reyka] How?

She was nice.

You liked her.

Mr. Mvaba,

do you have a physical disability?

No.

-[Reyka] I mean like a limp. -A what?

[Sam] You deaf?

Were you born with one leg shorter than the other?

[Soda] No, I say I was attacked.

[speaking in native language]

You were assaulted at the Tyrone farm.

Yeah, four, five seasons ago.

[Sam] Can we see the wound?

No, it's

private.

[Sam] Do you have Detective Cele's handbag?

No.

[Sam] When you went for a walk into the cane fields,

what happened next?

Pass out.

Someone hit me.

[Sam] Who?

Don't know.

Where did they hit you?

Here.

[Sam] It's not that serious.

Did you attack her?

-What? -Hmm?

I can see you, Soda.

We're proud of you up there.

[speaking in native language]

Sam.

You're thinking, "If I kill her, she's a policewoman,

that is prison for life."

I was attacked.

Hmm?

You left her alone to die, didn't you?

-Sam. -No.

Hmm?

Soda, my friend.

[speaking in native language]

[Soda] No.

If you help me, I can help you go home.

[door rattling]

This is over.

[tense music]

[gate clanking]

[sombre music]

[speaking in native language]

Wait, please!

[men yelling in native language]

[music intensifying]

Soda Mvaba.

Cane cutter.

From Hinterland.

He's scrawny.

With a limp.

Yeah.

It doesn't make sense.

[Reyka] Our informer witnessed the attack.

Informers, well, they have their own agendas.

Hector vouches for him, he's a singing birdie.

[Angus] How does a cripple win the trust of these women?

Maybe they feel sorry for him.

Much the opposite.

The farm workers in KZN, many view a limp as bad luck.

You're an expert now?

Even if Soda persuades the women to go with him,

how does he overpower them with a disability?

Soda cuts cane, his arms are strong,

besides, a minor limp's not much of a disability.

It doesn't feel right to me.

Thank you for your insight.

[tense music]

Portia.

What about her?

[Angus] I want to speak to her.

They won't approve her on your telephone access list.

Get me a number.

You owe me that.

[tense music]

[gate clanking]

[tense music]

[speaking in native language]

Workers, ma'am, they're early.

Do they look okay to you?

Yes, ma'am, they're boys.

Okay, thank you, Pampatha, thank you.

[speaking in native language]

[tense music]

Jess.

[tense music]

Nandi's rallying, doctors think she's going to be okay.

Is she conscious?

[Hector] Not yet.

Way to go.

Yes, this is on you.

[Hector] The raid was a success.

We have a suspect in custody.

Soda Mvaba, 29, cane cutter from the Eastern Cape.

Nandi's attacker has an identical MO to our serial killer,

assault with a blunt object,

and then garotting.

[Hector] Initial interview failed

to draw a confession on Nandi's assault,

so we haven't been able to question

Soda Mvaba on the other murders.

Reyka's profile states our killer's educated

and charming, okay?

High status.

Profiles can be off.

There were inaccuracies with the girl killer.

Nandi's shirt was not used for a garotte.

Susanna found the article in the room.

We have to trust what we've got, right?

That is right.

There were inconsistencies with the ligatures

and the suspect's disability.

The informer claimed the attacker had a limp, right?

His view was obstructed.

Yeah, a limp doesn't fit.

Nowhere in the deposition sites are there footprints

that show a depth of impression like a limp.

One foot heavier than the other.

The gait is steady.

The informer ID'd Soda, solid eye witness.

Zakes knows what Soda looks like, boss.

Focus on Soda.

Get evidence.

[tense music]

Why are you still on this case?

What?

If it were me who set up Nandi to a serial killer,

I'd be suspended.

You think I get special treatment?

Hey listen, I'm all in favour

for fast-tracking guys like you.

-Good, honest police- -Guys like me?

Guys like me?

-Zwane. -Yeah, guys like you.

Good, honest police like Sewsunker and myself,

we're being wiped up, close to extinction,

and you're the butches, Zwane.

Say that one more time about me.

-[Reyka] Hey. -Say one more thing about me.

Where was that bravery

when Nandi was being roped and burned?

Hey, hey!

[door clattering]

[tense music]

[Pampatha] Ma'am?

Yeah, hi.

Thanks.

[Reyka] Thank you.

Mr. Tyrone.

[Alex] Er, Alex.

Reyka Gama.

If you've a moment,

I'm interested in one of your cane workers,

Soda Siwe Mvaba?

Sit.

[Alex] Huh?

[Reyka] Sit down.

We, we heard about the incident.

That the policewoman, is she, is she, er...

She's gonna be okay.

Do you have any paperwork on Mvaba?

Employment forms?

No, we get all our workers from an agent,

in Kwantum Gaza Township.

I can get the address if you want.

Do you have any record of an attack on Soda Mvaba

in your fields about four, five years ago, he was maimed?

No, all the guys get physicals every season,

no one who is maimed could get to work in the fields.

But you know what they're like.

Some of them slip through the cracks.

I'll have the address now.

Sure.

[tense music]

You want a drink?

No.

[tense music]

[engine rumbling]

[people chatting]

[sombre music]

[people talking in native language]

Mkhize?

Hotel that side.

[Reyka] Police.

[speaking in native language]

I can't help you.

Everything's above board here.

We don't need cops.

Do you want a whole team banging down your door

asking questions about harbouring foreigners without papers?

Shall we step inside and talk?

[tense music]

[door clattering]

You're in the wrong profession.

[woman moaning]

Soda Mvaba.

[Reyka] Do you make all your workers

fill out these forms?

Can't take commission unless I register them.

What's your cut?

[Mkhize laughing]

Bet specialist.

Maybe he worked at the casino.

I'm keeping this.

[tense music]

Bait boy.

Bait.

Sam.

Sam.

Soda Mvaba used to work for a fishing company,

as a bait boy.

Okay.

This links him to the fishing knots.

I'm going back in.

Coming?

What happened?

I fell.

[Reyka] Do you need medical help?

When are you letting me out of here?

Just a few more questions and then you can leave.

Mr. Mvaba, you worked for Cape Trawlers

as a bait specialist?

[Soda] Yes, for many years.

Did you have to tie knots?

Knots?

[Reyka] Fishing knots.

Yes, I learnt all kind of knots.

Can you tie naval knots?

[Soda] Yes.

Double fisherman's knots or grapevine knots?

Do you know how to tie a grapevine knot?

Hmm?

Yes.

Okay, Soda.

[speaking in native language]

But I can help you and protect you from all of this.

You just need to stop lying to me.

But I'm not.

[tense music]

Okay.

I get it, I get you.

[sighing] Some people are controlled by their feelings.

It can get so hot and puffing inside

that your body does things you don't want it to.

Is this you, Soda?

Do you have these feelings?

[Soda laughing]

It's okay.

That's enough, that's enough.

-Shut up! -[dramatic music]

Sam.

I'm talking now.

I'm the one that's been treating you with respect here.

Do you know how hard that is?

[Reyka] Sam.

-I want my phone call. -Sam.

You're still just innocent.

-Call the pastor! -Hector!

[Soda] Call the pastor, please!

-[speaking in native language] -[Sam yelling]

[men clamouring in native language]

I want my phone call!

[yelling in native language]

Call Pastor Zik.

Go.

-Sam! -Call Pastor Zik!

-You killed them, huh? -Call Pastor Zik!

-Didn't you? -Call Pastor Zik,

-call Pastor Zik! -You killed those women!

[Soda] Call Pastor Zik!

[speaking in native language]

[sombre music]

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -[speaking in native language]

I want my phone call.

I want my phone call!

[speaking in native language]

Okay, sorry.

[speaking in native language]

Sorry.

[John] These repairs are pointless.

Well, it's part of the land deal.

And us?

After all these years, we get nothing.

Just wasted.

This farm is all Alex knows.

It is, yes.

What do you expect him to do?

Well, get a job.

Doing what?

I don't know.

Whatever he likes.

He doesn't know how to do anything, John.

Beth, stop.

Don't, just don't, okay?

Dad, she's tired.

I'm not fucking tired, Alex.

That what's your problem?

Don't, John.

Now's the time for him to learn.

You are so fucked up.

He has to prove himself

if he ever wants that part in my new venture.

[tense music]

[Beth] What?

[muffled talking]

[music intensifying]

Where are you taking me?

Where are you taking me?

I want my phone call!

[speaking in native language]

Where are you taking me?

[speaking in native language]

I want my phone call!

Where are you taking me?

Where are you taking me?

I want my phone call, man, I want my phone call!

[shouting in native language]

I want my phone call!

Hey, I want my phone call!

[shouting in native language]

[sombre music]

[sinister music]

[insects chirping]

Okay, listen.

I've been trying to save-

Do you know how fucked we are now?

They're cutting us out.

[Alex] What am I supposed to do?

Be a man.

How?

Stand up to your father.

What do you think I'm doing?

Like when he shot those kittens?

[Alex scoffing]

Hey, what you looking at?

[tense music]

[speaking in native language]

You checking out my wife?

Oh, for goodness sake, Alex.

Don't be like that, he's just doing his job.

-I am. -No.

Come on, go, you're fired, go.

Pack your shit and go.

[tense music]

Pack your shit.

[speaking in native language]

Go!

[tense music]

Last night, Soda Siwe Mvaba

was assaulted under interrogation

by a Detective Samuel Zwane.

Soda's injuries were partly caused by fellow prisoners.

Oh, so that makes it all right?

All I'm saying is that's not all Detective Zwane's doing.

Despite my advice,

Soda Mvaba does not want to press charges.

He feels the responsible for what happened

to Detective Cele in the cane fields.

[Hector] Is this a confession?

[Pastor Zik] No.

He denies all charges.

[speaking in native language]

[Hector] We have an eye witness

who picked him out at the crime scene.

-[Pastor Zik] An eye witness? -Informer.

So Soda Mvaba gets beaten up

because of an informer report?

Soda's DNA is all over Nandi's body.

We have ways to negotiate with criminals like this.

If my officer's over zealous,

it's because our colleague is in hospital on life support.

The officer in question is your son, Zwane.

Detective Zwane will be suspended.

Suspended?

What are you, a politician?

Fire your son and release Soda.

You preach, I'll run this station.

In fact, until a few days ago,

you were a suspect in this investigation.

That line of inquiry has been straightened out.

Soda is the prime suspect in eight murders.

We are keeping him for another 24 hours.

[speaking in native language]

Don't force us to take to the streets.

I've matched the DNA from Soda's room

with an assault case from 2010.

Soda was arrested but acquitted of assault.

The complainant was his girlfriend

at the time, that lady.

[Hector] Go.

[engine rumbling]

[people chatting]

[Reyka] Sanele?

Reyka Gama, Kwatungaza Police.

Thank you.

Um, sit.

Oh, you attend Kwatungaza Ministries.

You don't like the churches in Inanda?

[Sanele] Er, Pastor Zik...

[Reyka] What's so special about him?

He cares for us.

And Soda Mvaba?

[Sanele] He cares for Soda the most.

In what way?

I'm just trying to help.

They are like father and son.

Pastor Zik loves that boy.

He knows Soda from the Eastern Cape.

There's no record of his upbringing,

or his education.

Did you know his parents?

No, it's just his grandmother.

She met Pastor Zik on one of the socials

to support St John's.

How do you know Soda?

[Sanele] He was my boyfriend.

For how long?

[Sanele] Three years.

What happened?

[Sanele] He broke up with me.

Why?

Sanele, Soda is a person of interest in a murder case.

I fell pregnant.

He didn't want the baby?

No, no, no.

Soda wanted the baby, but,

I had an abortion and I didn't tell him,

so he got really mad.

He couldn't handle it.

I tried to complain to the police.

But the case was thrown out.

Did Pastor Zik know?

No.

I kept it a secret from the church.

I need to ask you something personal, it's important.

Did Soda ever tie up up?

No.

Struggle during sex?

No.

You sure?

He was sweet.

Never insecure?

Why?

[Reyka] Because of his limp.

His limp?

Soda does stepping up.

What do you mean?

It's an act he uses to meet girls.

He pretends to have a limp?

Soda knows short cuts through the cane fields.

He likes to walk girls across

and just protect them from snakes.

[speaking in native language]

They follow him because they feel sorry for him?

No, they follow him because they feel safe with him.

[tense music]

The limp makes him look strong and dangerous.

Look, Soda's the guardian angel of the cane fields, miss.

He would never hurt anyone.

Thank you.

[sombre music]

[door creaking]

[speaking in native language]

[machine beeping]

Nandi.

Who attacked you?

Nandi.

Which one is it?

Nandi.

Nandi?

[sombre music]

[singing in foreign language]

When the devil knocks you down,

what do you do?

Stand up.

When the devil knocks you down, what do you do?

[Congregation] Stand up.

Stand up.

They are persecuting Soda Mvaba.

[congregation groaning]

They've persecuted all of us in the past!

[congregation groaning]

When are we going to say enough is enough?

[congregation clamouring]

There was a Caesar.

When comes such another?

If we don't fight for Soda,

we might as well be cowards.

[congregation clamouring]

How long, how long are we going to suffer?

[congregation clamouring]

How long must we suffer?

[congregation clamouring]

When are we going to start fighting for our own?

[congregation clamouring]

When do we start fighting back?

[Congregation] Now!

Free Soda Mvaba!

[Congregation] Free Soda Mvaba!

Free Soda Mvaba!

[Congregation] Free Soda!

Free Soda, free Soda,

free Soda, free Soda, free Soda.

[music intensifying]

[congregation chanting]

When our people are treated like this,

is it a wonder they resort to violence?

Enough is enough.

[speaking in native language]

[door rattling]

[people clamouring]

What happened?

She was conscious for a few seconds.

Groggy, but awake.

She pointed out her attacker.

She pointed to him?

Yeah.

[speaking in native language]

She's gonna be okay.

[insects chirping]

[glass smashing]

[people clamouring]

[tense music]

[glass smashing]

[fire roaring]

Where's Hector?

Hospital.

-[fire roaring] -[glass smashing]

Call the reaction unit, lock the doors, arm to disperse.

[crowd clamouring]

Pigs!

Goldschlager!

[men cheering]

Come get some, get it, get in here.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Okay, pass it around, pass it around.

Okay then, three officers flank southeast.

Ben, you're in, two officers northeast.

Confirm when you're in position.

Everyone has?

-Yeah, yeah. -Yeah, we're good.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Listen, she's gonna be okay, all right?

She's gonna pull through your fluke.

Okay, thank you, thank you.

I need to start watching you.

[machine beeping]

[tense music]

All right, guys.

This is gonna be it, okay?

To Nandi.

[Together] To Nandi!

Yay!

[man whooping]

Another one?

-[objects thudding] -[crowd clamouring]

[glass smashing]

♪ And oversee seclusion ♪

-[beeping speeding up] -Hey?

[beep ringing]

[crowd clamouring]

[Sewsunker] Move, now!

[crowd clamouring]

Papa, can you please step outside?

[Doctor] Check the pulse.

Crash mat.

[guns banging]

[people clamouring]

[Officer] Get down, get down, get down!

[people chatting]

[machine beeping]

Hurry, doctor, we are losing her.

[Doctor] CPR.

[muffled voices]

[wind whistling]

♪ Enjoy the crowd ♪

♪ It might surprise you ♪

♪ It should remind you how ♪

♪ To free yourself from thinking ♪

♪ Decaffeinate the fear, the sound ♪

♪ So loud that you can ♪

♪ I hope it was you down ♪

[people cheering]

[glasses clinking]

[music intensifying]

[zipper scraping]

[insects chirping]

[gentle music]

[phone buzzing]

[sombre music]