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(sirens wailing)

(beeping signal)

(gate opening)

(eerie music)

- I am so sorry.

(gun shots firing)

(intense music)

(strong wind blowing)

(suspenseful music)

- [Mat] How is he?

- Find out anything from the neighbors?

- Nothing, apart from the fact that he lived alone.

People like that don't talk to cops.

- Humphrey Bogart's.

You think it was a Tokarev?

- Similar injuries.

Who's Humphrey Bogart?

- You've never seen Casablanca?

Love story.

- Ah, I don't do happy endings.

(footsteps)

- 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?

(pause)

No shots? Noises?

- 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 would come to say hello.

- Do you know where he worked?

- It was something to do with the conservation

of historical monuments 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.

- You know, of course because he was very ...

- What'd you say?

- He was a morphy, a fairy.

- Bob things anybody who doesn't play rugby is a gay.

He was just arty.

- Like I said he was queer.

- Did anything seem out of place?

- The mask.

- What about it?

- Humphrey Bogart.

It's a second one right?

It's how they work. - Who?

It's how who works Mister-- - Serial killers.

I've read all about them,

and they like to play with the police...

Cat an 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... (mumbles)

(eerie music)

- Fucking De Wit!

(intense music)

- Yeah.

- She keeps asking for his smart phone.

- So what's the problem?

- Wants to talk to a friend and check Facebook.

Okay.

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- Excuse me. - Hi.

- Have you seen this girl?

- When was she supposed to have been here?

- New Year.

- Sorry, she probably went somewhere else.

- Have you seen her?

- Hi. May I help you?

- Have you seen her?

- Good looking girl eh?

And pretty 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.

Out 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 to those kind of parties, unfortunately.

But if they come back, I can give them a number.

- No. Thanks anyway.

(eerie music)

- Ryan? - Yep?

- 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 I.D. on her.

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

It's a sex crime,

and she had the tracks in all the major veins.

She OD'd. Probably heroin.

Two men, shot at close range with a Tokarev.

Both found wearing masks.

All the signs of a serial killer.

And the masks imply that he knew his victims.

And we're trying to establish a link here.

- Mike de Villiers for you.

In your office, says it's important.

- Excuse me.

- Hey!

- Congratulations Mat.

You seem to be surviving the two-nose tear-up.

- How's it work?

- Agh, I'm okay.

Had a bit of a bum time with a weapon in uptown.

- Why?

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

It's not a Tokarev, it's a Mauser.

- What? - Yep.

It's a German military pistol, C96 or 98.

7.63 millimeter caliber,

and also known as a broom handle.

The cartridges are typical.

You know, room less with a bottle neck?

But, should make your investigation a bit easier.

And it's an old gun.

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

- How old is it?

- It's about 100 years old.

It's a beautiful weapon though, eh?

Ooh, gotta give the Germans credit there.

I would stand at issue for the Bull offices.

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

and it also came with a stock that you could attach...

A wooden stock.

- And ammo? Where would he get it?

- There's still some companies that make it.

You can use Tokarev cartridges.

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

So, not advisable.

But you guys got a supply as old as the gun now.

Probably from Bull Wall.

That's over 100 years ago.

- They're still effective.

- Oh yea, it's German!

They built things to last, Mat.

Occasionally you get a misfire but,

most of them are still working.

- It's powerful.

- Yea, sure.

You know I get the impression,

the old man is trying to get a message across.

They can do some pretty serious damage.

Oh yeah, Mauser kicks like a fucking mule.

It's not a gun for the ladies.

(knocking on door) - In a minute.

- Thanks Mike.

- No worries.

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

- Yeah.

- He should of stayed in Scotland Yard

if he loves it so much.

Take care Mat.

- Party already over.

Drew Wilson's laptop.

You gotta take a look at this.

It took a lot to crack the password.

Check it out.

- Is this who I think it is?

It can't be.

Oh, it is.

- Our superstar.

- Is Charlie Zeelie-- - Yeah.

- Wonder if they've been flipping with the cricket again.

- No, he knew Wallace.

He's helping with our inquiries.

(door opening)

- What's going on here?

This is not Newlands Cricket Ground.

Back to work! Go!

Move it! Move it!

Betsie?

- Oh. (speaking in foreign language)

- Lieutenant. - Colonel.

(vibrational clicking)

- Quickened.

Mr. Zeelie, you're aware

that we're recording this conversation.

- No problem Captain, I've got nothing to hide.

- Give us your full name for the record please.

- Charles Theodore Zeelie.

- Profession?

- I'm a professional cricketer.

- You play for the western province team correct?

Mr. Zeelie has just nodded in confirmation.

And then you must of 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? Oh that's absurd.

- James Wallace was killed by a gun.

The kind of gun that only a man of your physical built

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 Claue Street, Boston?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

Describe the nature of your relationship, please.

- What's this got to do with anything?

- I don't know, what do you think?

- Look, I'll help you anyway I can

just keep 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 p.m. last night.

- Oh, Emmanuel.

(eerie music)

(birds squawking)

(footsteps)

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Have I seen you here before?

- No, I don't think so.

- Wow, I know you're not a tourist.

I can tell by your accent.

- No, my boyfriend used to work out here a lot.

- Oh, I thought you were straight.

So, he doesn't come here anymore?

- He's dead. Was shot.

- My God, I'm sorry.

Did I know him?

- I doubt it. Drew Wilson?

- Drew. That's you, you were 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.

A professional sportsman.

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

(suspenseful music)

- 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 of his 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.

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 is not good for the press.

For your sake I hope you're right.

'Cause although everything points to the Russians,

you're gonna 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.

- Okay, we'll keep an eye on the media.

(eerie music)

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

(pause)

- 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.

And then I fell in love with a woman,

who would later become my wife.

Drew was furious.

- And then?

- He kept phoning.

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 he'd go to the media and hurt me.

Then suddenly he stopped.

- Where were you last night?

- In Eunince; we had a match against Harting.

- And you were there until the end?

- Yeah. Look I'm not sure what time I left

but the guys will confirm,

I changed, I had a beer at the bar

and I left shortly afterwards.

Maybe 10:30 p.m., 11:00 p.m.?

- I don't think we can assist you any further

with this farce, can we Captain?

(media crosstalk)

- Your questions will be answered in due time, please--

- Captain Joubert why have you arrested Charlie Zeelie

and what has he got to do with the Tokarev murders?

- Mr. Zeelie has been assisting us with our inquiries.

James Wallace was on the Board of the cricket team

who Mr. Zeelie plays for.

We are very grateful for Mr. Zeelie's cooperation

and of course, he's not a suspect.

- [Male Reporter] Charlie! Charlie!

Do you know who the killer is?

- Mr. Zeelie would like to say that Captain Joubert

is a litany in this town, and it's been a privilege

to be part of this investigation.

No further questions please.

(media crosstalk)

- Captain Joubert, any thoughts on why the police

have so far failed to arrest anyone for your wife's murder?

(cameras clicking)

- No.

(media crosstalk)

- [Male Reporter] As Mr. Zeelie leaves the police station

I can report that the police have issued a statement

revealing the identify 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.

- The thrust of the investigation so far

appears to be focused on a potential gang war

amongst members of the Russian mafia.

Now when I spoke to colleagues of Drew Wilson,

all of them denied such allegations.

- And they never officially investigated.

- Joubert was devastated at the time...

And he's some sort of bloody hero,

and the press love 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 worked with her.

Did she ever mention--

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

- Lara was an absolute professional,

her marriage was taboo.

- Joubert's a loose canon.

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.

(intense music)

(footsteps)

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

- You talking to me?

- Yes.

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

Doesn't need someone like you stirring things up.

I know what's going on here.

- I don't want my name mentioned.

- No, no, you're an ex-colleague.

- Okay.

- 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 easy being 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's not good on his own.

He tends to isolate himself.

- So it was an unhappy marriage?

- Mat was unhappy, and jealous.

- Do you think he was capable 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 wailing)

- Are you sure you want to be here?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Your mother.

- My mother, had a beautiful voice.

Beautiful. Until she--

- Until she-- - Stopped talking.

- That sounds like inner 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 to retreat from love.

- Was it easy for you to meet women?

- Me?

I guess I was a late developer.

- Robin Van Reese, he was the one who paid you off?

- He was like a father to me.

He knew what I needed.

I could go to him for advice.

- And Lara was your first girlfriend?

- Well she used to tease me.

Said I was shy, but good marriage material.

- How was your marriage?

- She deserved better.

♪ I can't help it ♪

♪ We're in love ♪

♪ We're in love ♪ (banging against surface)

- [Colonel's Voiceover] When they found him,

he was so pissed, he was passed outside a public toilet.

(intense music)

- Hey.

You're cut.

(men struggling)

You're fucking crazy.

- Aah!

You fucking bastard.

You're up to something, eh? Eh?

- [Police Radio Dispatcher] Captain Joubert,

you're requested to return to Bellview immediately.

(suspenseful music)

(shrieking) - 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 legal.

She came here wanting to study literature.

She likes heavy stuff.

Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, stuff like that.

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

Okay, I'll find it.

What'd you say her name was?

- Galla. Galla Gorischenko.

But be subtle, because of the police.

- No sweat honey, I've got this.

(eerie music)

- 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. McCob works for the press.

Hey listen, it'll blow over.

- Not on the internet it won't.

- 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, okay?

Listen, you're the best sportsman 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 may have infected the child.

- Captain-- - Yep.

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 this investigation any longer.

If the press had to find out you're receiving therapy--

- And how exactly would they find that out?

(pause)

(tires screeching)

Did you send a note straight to the vit doctor?

- I have evidence 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 everyone of us

is capable of murder.

Everyone, even you, doctor Noteel.

Maybe not you, eh?

You've learned to keep your feelings under control.

- Yes sir.

(eerie music)

- Where you going Drew?

- Out for a quick spin.

I'll be back in a second.

- How long you gonna be?

- I don't know, why?

I thought you were gonna sleep in a hostel.

- Stay away from the gangsters.

- You know what Sanct?

I appreciate everything you did for me.

But you look after your shit,

and I'll look after my own shit.

Why'd you come back to Cape Town?

Huh? Why'd do leave the Hawks?

What, 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?

(eerie music)

(waves rolling to shore)

(door creaking open)

(eerie music)

(imaginary cameras clicking)

(sirens wailing)

(techno music)

(patron crosstalk)

- Capoeira please.

That's fine. You can keep the change.

- Thanks.

(jovial crosstalk)

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

- Just about two years.

- That's a beautiful accent.

Where are you from?

- Ukraine.

- That's not exactly around the corner.

Do you miss it?

- Sometimes.

But at the moment I prefer to stay here.

- Do you have a boyfriend?

- You ask a lot of questions.

- Of course. You're, interesting.

- What's the book?

- Light reading.

- I didn't think anyone read Dostoyevsky these days.

- Do you know him?

- Know him? He's my favorite author.

- I'm busy, trying to decide

if I have any sympathy for writing

now that he's killed the old movie, but...

- I know what you mean.

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

You look like you've finished work.

Fancy a drink?

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

- Okay, just give me one moment.

(eerie music)

(strong wind blowing)

(suspenseful music)

- Yes.

- All taken care of.

- Good job.

- Fab. Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- I just thought I'd surprise you.

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

- How about I call you later?

In between chefs, I'm really prepping right now.

- Just a little quick pick up?

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

- How old is this paper?

I'm gonna have to go...

Can I have this?

- Sure.

(footsteps)

- [Female Receptionist] Good morning, can I help you?

- Yes, I need to see him please.

- And who exactly would like to speak to--

- Coolidge, Coolidge.

- Mr. Coolidge only sees people by appointment.

- No, but I know him and I'm always welcome here, so--

- I'm afraid he is away at present.

- He's away.

- Yes-- - Coolidge!

Coolidge! Coolidge! Coolidge?

- Coolidge-- - Miss!

- Coolidge?

(hysterical screaming)

(intense music)