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(footsteps rustling)

(ominous music)

(singing in foreign language)

(industrial rock music)

- [Man] As I said, she's dead.

- [Robin] If it's not her, then who is it?

- There were witnesses.

- Well, the only witness just jumped out of her building.

That leaves Coolidge.

He threatened to kill me many times.

- He couldn't have done it.

He's physically not able to go on a killing spree right now.

- You said yourself he's capable of anything.

- Yeah, that is clear, but he went through Turkey

at the time of the killings.

Why the masks?

- Well, the academy still uses them in their lessons.

- Sanc thinks I need structure.

A real job.

Is that cool?

- Sanctus?

I thought he was in Pretoria.

- He's running the Masked Mauser case.

- The Masked Mauser case?

Okay.

Are you gonna stay here for a couple of days?

We could use an extra pair of hands.

We've got a couple of events coming up.

You got a gun?

(scoffs)

- What is this, now?

Hmm, this?

Of course not.

Would be a violation of my parole.

- Well, you'll need one.

You can be my personal bodyguard.

(dramatic music)

(engine revving)

- We got a witness in Macassar Beach.

Claims they've seen a red BMW at the crime scene.

- Okay.

Did you get the number plate?

- Belongs to a certain Oliver Nienaber.

- [Mat] Get in.

(speaking foreign language)

- You want me to arrest you for

obstructing a murder investigation?

- Gentlemen.

Ah, is this really necessary,

do you have to come into my studio?

That's very bad for business.

- We're investigating a murder, Mr. Nienaber.

- Having someone check for guns in your salon

already suggests business could be better.

Or the haircut's so bad, people want to shoot you.

(chuckles)

- As a private citizen, I have a right to protect myself,

especially when you lot can't do it.

- Protect yourself from who?

- Hi, I'm Antoinette Nienaber.

Can I offer you gentlemen anything?

Coffee, water, perhaps a little champagne?

- No, thanks.

- [Mat] Is your milk lowfat?

- [Antoinette] Of course.

- Cappuccino, (speaking foreign language).

- Oliver?

- No thank you, darling.

So, what do you want?

- How many salons do you own?

- 64, I just opened in Durban

and 65 will be opening next week in Coltane.

- Wow.

- I actually need a branch manager,

if you feel like a career change.

- Do you know Alexander McDonald?

- Sorry, McDonald?

McDonald.

No, you see, I meet so many--

- Okay, he owns several boats,

and a surf school in Macassar Beach.

Sporty type, red hair.

- Red hair, but what did you say his name was?

- McDonald.

- [Oliver] Alexander?

- Yeah.

- Why does that sound so familiar?

- You didn't visit someone with the same name yesterday?

- Well, not to my knowledge, no.

- But you do own a red BMW, parked outside.

Number plate CA910511.

- Uh, yes.

- Did you use that car yesterday?

- I use it every day.

- [Mat] Anyone else use your car to your knowledge?

- No, now could you please--

- So, when did you use your car yesterday?

- From early morning until six in the evening.

Do you mind telling me what this is all about?

- So you were not in Macassar Beach at 6:30 in the morning?

- [Antoinette] Cappuccino, Captain.

- Danke.

- Everything alright?

- Yes, darling.

Your question?

- You are aware of the recent murders

by the so-called Mauser killer, yeah?

- Well, it's hard to avoid that, isn't it?

- Do you own a Mauser, Mr. Nienaber?

- Excuse me?

You don't think that I'm involved in any of--

- Your car was seen in front of

McDonald's house yesterday morning.

McDonald was the killer's last victim.

- Fake number plates.

I was here in the store at 6 a.m. as I am every morning.

- Is there anyone who can confirm that?

- Well, I come here especially at

that time so that I can't be disturbed.

- What about your security staff?

Were they here in the morning?

- Only during opening hours.

- Mr. Nienaber, I believe you were

in the office, early bird and all that.

(sighs)

The lineup will sort out any misunderstanding very quickly.

- Lineup?

- We have a witness who claims he saw you

at Macassar Beach yesterday morning.

- I think I would like to see my lawyer.

- Always.

- I don't think he did it.

- Sir, I'm busy reading it as we speak.

Sir, if I were to pull Joubert

off the case right now it would indicate

that we believe this article to be true.

Yes, Lieutenant Snook is still in place

and I'm sure he will report back to us

any information he deems relevant.

He's just being cautious.

He doesn't want to arouse Joubert's suspicion.

Of course.

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

(horn honking)

(speaking foreign language)

- One more short bouquet of the white ones.

- [Woman] 50, then.

- 50, okay.

Thank you.

- [Patient] Thank you, doctor.

- And just remember blame is a dangerous weapon,

don't blame yourself for your father's death.

- I'll remember that.

I hope it all goes well with you on your trip.

- Thank you. - Good luck.

Oh, these must have been there for you.

- Lovely, my favorite flower.

(ominous music)

- I agreed to do this.

- Okay.

- I was at Alexander McDonald's the day before yesterday,

the latest victim in the Mauser killing.

- I see.

- He called me.

Now that was Tuesday or Wednesday last week.

I can't remember which day.

He asked me if I wanted to open a salon in Hout Bay

and he wanted to invest some money.

- A surf instructor owning a barber shop, right?

- If you could just let me finish my story.

- Oh, please, I love a good story.

Go ahead.

- I said that's not the way that I do business.

(cell phone buzzing)

I'd never heard of the man.

Why on earth should I open a shop with him?

And besides, Hout Bay is not really our

kind of clientele area, clearly he didn't know.

So I rejected him, his offer.

And after that he wouldn't stop calling

and just didn't give up.

- Oliver, that's enough.

- Oh no, no, don't stop.

I'm on the edge of my seat here.

- The tension is unbearable.

- And um, then he started insulting me.

Called me a rooinek

and said he would rip my balls off--

- Ooh!

- And cut off my

penis.

- Wait a sec.

Did he say 'penis'?

- Well, I can't remember the exact words.

- Well, you said penis, so, really penis?

- Gentlemen, come on.

You can't expect my client to remember

in precise detail every conversation

he had on the phone under stress.

And why are you interrogating him like he's a criminal?

He's under great pressure here.

- The story sucks.

From beginning to end.

- Excuse me?

- It's okay.

- Go ahead.

- Right.

Like I said, eventually I did agree to go down there.

It was either that or change my phone number.

When I got there I found him dead.

He had been shot in the--

- Oh, here we go.

You can say it.

Say penis.

You're a lousy storyteller and I'm

going to enjoy putting you behind bars.

And I can't see your beautiful wife visiting

you day in, day out for the next 20 years.

Shame.

- Fuck you.

- I can't hear you.

What did you say?

- I said fuck-- (slamming)

- Nienaber, you're a rich, racist asshole.

Fuck you!

- Joubert, call your boss now.

- Let him go, you're ruining his hair.

- This will have consequences, Joubert.

I want to talk to Colonel de Wit, now!

- It's okay, Phil.

- No, it's not okay.

We're gonna sue these people.

This Hotte's never gonna work in this town again.

- So you're a racist, too.

- You know what you are.

- No, no, no, no, it's all okay.

It's all my mistake.

Alright, a misunderstanding.

We're free to go, aren't we, Captain?

- Yeah.

Stay somewhere I can reach you.

(door slamming)

- Sorry.

- No problem, you're right.

That rich, racist asshole is also a lying piece of shit.

Mrs. Wallace?

- Captain Joubert.

I don't wanna waste your time,

but you said that if I remembered anything.

- Yeah, follow me.

Why are you here?

- I'm not sure if this will help you or not,

but I think Jamie knew one of the other victims.

- McDonald.

- No, no, no the other one from Longbush, Ferreira.

He came by the house.

My husband never usually did business from the house.

Not that I knew where he did do his business.

- Sorry you had to find out about

your husband's affair through the press.

- I'm still trying to get used to

the idea that I never really knew him.

It's strange, you live with someone for years, but...

I see things in a different light now.

- When did Ferreira visit your husband?

- Four, five years ago,

- [Mat] What did he want?

- I don't know.

He was just different from the kind of

people that my husband usually dealt with.

- You're sure it was him?

- I remember the polio and his look.

He was kind of unpleasant to be around.

- Thanks.

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey, I've located Galia Gorischenko's phone.

It's moving.

Heading towards Voortrekker Road.

- Could be a bus or a taxi.

I'm gonna head towards it from the opposite direction.

- Okay, call me when you're on the road,

I'll tell you where it's headed.

(suspenseful music)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Rosina] Excuse me, ma'am?

(engine revving)

- Captain, I just wanted to thank you for watching my back.

I'm so glad my taxpayer's money's being put to good use.

(laughs)

(dramatic music)

- You going somewhere?

- You gave me a fright.

How long have you been standing there?

You're like a bloody zombie.

- What's in the bag?

- Clothes, I'm gonna be gone for a while.

- Where?

- Coolidge, he gave me a job.

That was a good idea of yours, by the way.

- Is that a gun?

- No.

- What are you getting into?

- What do you mean, what am I getting into?

Coolidge gave me a job!

I'm his bodyguard!

- Oh, you're his bodyguard? - Yeah, I'm his bodyguard!

The man is moving up in the world,

mixing with important people.

- [Sanctus] Okay.

- He'll be a good president one day.

- So that's what the gun's for?

Let me see that bag.

Let me see the-- (scuffling)

Let me.

Let me see the bag.

- I know my rights.

Brother cop.

You ain't looking at anything without official--

- What about Lily, huh?

Your daughter!

- You, you know who owns this one, huh?

(yells)

- [Announcer] At the Rainbow Academy

preparations are being made for the next round

of talks in the pro-gas conflict.

Christian Coolidge will be mediating the negotiations.

- Beautiful.

Yeah, it should be okay, then.

We need just one more table.

Okay? - Coolidge.

- Organize it.

You got the gun?

- It's in the car.

Guards are checking the bags.

You don't want them to see it.

- I'll take care of that.

What happened to your hand?

- Burnt it yesterday when I was getting out of a job.

Stupid.

- Okay, wait outside.

I need to finish up here.

Okay, and stop chewing.

- Yes, darling.

No, no, I'll be there in two hours

and then we can talk in peace.

Just put a bottle in the fridge.

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(engine revving)

(sirens blaring)

- Alright, we fucked up.

We were meant to have him covered, for fuck's sake.

Who found him?

Hi.

Did Oliver Nienaber often come here?

- Yeah, every fortnight.

- Often then?

- Yeah, he'd do Mrs. Rexelpotter's hair

at 4:30 every other Wednesday right before her bridge game.

She's gonna be disappointed.

- I need to see your guest lists, thanks.

- Do you think, do you think he's still here?

The killer, I mean.

- No.

You were right about Nienaber.

He drove to Macassar Beach because

he knew he and McDonald were next on the list.

- [Sanctus] Frank Sinatra.

- Strangers in the night.

- Yeah, doo bee, doo bee, doo.

- Oh, you're a singer, huh?

Gentlemen, the Mauser is back.

(dramatic music)

- Try the names Ferreira, McDonald, Wallace, Wilson.

- Nothing, it's 90% women.

- There has to be a link to the other victims.

- He's visited this website several times.

- Wernicke.

- Looks like Mr. Nienaber was less

interested in the boss than he was

in this lady here, Carina Oberholzer.

He called her a few times over the last

few days from this phone here.

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

- [Carina Voicemail] Hi, this is Carina Oberholzer.

Please leave a message. (beeping)

(doorbell buzzing)

- [Mrs. Oberholzer] Yes?

- Mrs. Oberholzer, I'm Captain Joubert, SAPS.

Murder and robbery.

- My daughter's dead.

I just want this all to end.

She committed suicide.

- I'm sorry.

Did your daughter have any problems, worries?

- I always thought she was happy.

We spoke regularly.

- Boyfriend?

- There was a married man.

Portuguese, I think.

Owns a restaurant in Camp's Bay.

Catholic.

He never even got in touch after her death.

- [Boyfriend] Remember to look out for the tipped glasses.

- Hey.

You didn't go to the funeral.

- Carina and I were an affair.

We didn't make promises to each other.

She knew I wouldn't leave my wife.

- So, she wouldn't kill herself over you?

- No.

She came here one last time before she died.

Horrible mess.

My wife and my mother were here.

I didn't want her to create a scene.

I feel real bad about it-

- She say anything?

No goodbye?

An email, a letter?

- Uh-uh.

Excuse me.

- Benny something.

Could you check on that?

Alright.

Thanks, eh.

Yeah.

I must go.

Okay, yeah.

- How's that?

- [Philip] Hemorrhagic blisters to the hands.

Colonization of the toes indicates an accelerant.

- [Mat] How's it, Philip?

- Captain.

Lieutenant.

- [Mat] How's it?

- She was maybe 16, 17 years old.

Still alive when she was dumped here and then set on fire.

Someone tried to put out the fire using this shirt.

- [Mat] The kids that found her?

- Possibly, I doubt it.

Here we go, put it away.

I'll have to have a closer look,

here we go, at the body at the institute.

- [Mat] Tire tracks?

- [Philip] Oh, too many.

Seems like everybody comes here to dump

their toxic waste and electronic scrap.

- [Sanctus] Hey!

- Let go of me!

- What are you running away for, then, huh?

- I didn't do nothing!

- Okay, okay.

Better take you to the station, huh?

Unless, unless you tell me what you saw

and maybe I'll have a change of heart.

- Alright, I'll tell you everything you wanna know.

- That's a good boy.

- Death was probably caused by internal bleeding

due to massive injuries to the genital area.

Take a look.

- Oh, this is...

Yeah, this is bad.

This is... (gagging)

Not good at all. - Hey!

(dramatic music)

- Hey, stop!

Let me introduce myself.

I'm Captain Mat Joubert.

Who are you?

- Come on, man.

Okay.

- [Leo] I didn't do anything.

- Okay, it's okay.

He's a good boy.

May we speak with him in private for a moment, please?

It's okay.

Thank you.

You spend all day in the dump, huh?

What are you looking for, electronic waste?

- It's not forbidden.

- But it's dangerous.

The toxic gasses, they can burn your lungs.

- When did you go there today?

- Before school, but she wasn't there then.

I found her this afternoon.

I saw the t-shirt and the logo.

- [Mat] And that's who picked it up, hmm?

- Did you find anything else that wasn't there this morning?

(ominous music)

- Alina Berisha, an 18 year old from Minsk, Belarus.

She took part in a TV dance contest

about a year ago and also arrived

in Cape Town on the 29th of December.

I'm assuming she's the girl from the dump.

I tracked down her parents who are distraught.

They haven't heard from her since she left.

A DNA test would confirm her identity.

- [Mat] Good.

- The girl in the middle, that's the girl

that was found in the dunes, huh?

- Yeah, Eva Valeska from Poland.

She was also a contestant on a casting show

and she also arrived in Cape Town on the 29th.

All three girls exchanged lots of text messages.

- So, Irena Krol is the only not one not been accounted for.

- All of the girls so far,

including Galia Gorischenko at the lake,

were injected with a narcotic mixture.

Couldn't he have something to do with that?

- Your McDonald.

He didn't just smuggle drugs.

He also delivered young girls to their rapists and killers.

Man, I wish I'd been alone with him in a room.

- Find out who he was working for.

- In the hoax we suspected that it wasn't

just the Chinese and the Russians who were

trafficking drugs and young girls in and out of Cape Town.

We suspected someone powerful here.

- Someone the police left alone.

- It was just a theory.

We thought we could get to them through Peterson.

We were very close.

- That's why I put Lara onto him.

Straight into the front line.

- [De Wit] Captain, please.

- You're the one's to blame.

She wasn't backed up properly.

(dramatic music)

If this is about the case,

we found the lead, we found the connection.

- No, I want to have a word with you about this--

- About this?

Colonel de Wit, I know you want to

get rid of me but we have an agreement.

Six months.

I'm holding you to that.

So stick your search warrant where the sun don't shine.

(suspenseful music)

- You got any Ukrainian girls working here at the moment?

- No idea where they come from.

I was never good at geography.

- You ever seen her?

- Fuck.

- Is that a yes?

- She was so naive.

- When did she start here?

- Just after New Years.

Thought she was gonna get a modeling contract.

Poor thing.

- Did she have any friends?

- Yeah, a few, I think.

They were all taken to a New Years party at some villa.

- You know where?

- No, somewhere underneath the Table Mountain.

- Oh.

- Meant to be spectacular, really rich and glamorous.

But that's all I know.

It's not in my league.

I'm way too old for that kind of thing.

- Oh, I don't know.

I think sexy has no age.

- Don't get all gooey with me, officer.

I know my market value and I'm happy with what I've got.

- You should be.

You should be.

(tense music)

- I remember that look like it was yesterday.

- So you were there after all?

- No.

The look in the door.

Lara!

Where she said goodbye that night.

Didn't want her to go.

She said don't wait for me.

Not, don't wait up for me.

It just sounded so final.

Downed almost two bottles of this that night, passed out.

(glasses clinking)

- You were found 15 minutes away from the house.

You had gun powder residue on your hands and...

Your gun had been fired three times.

- How many shots were fired in the house?

- A full magazine.

- [Mat] Could have reloaded.

(cell phone ringing)

- Captain, it's Mrs. Oberholzer, Carina's mother.

I found something.

- And she never mentioned anything about this before?

- (crying) No.

Why didn't she talk to me about it?

We always helped.

- Where did she work before Wernicke Consulting?

- At a business school as an assistant.

- You remember the name of the school?

- It was too long ago.

- Was it Future Lab?

- I think that rings a bell.

(suspenseful music)

- Would you put that in the car and bring me some water?

See what you can find on Future Lab.

I'll be okay here.

Captain, I think I found something.

Please call me back.

You're Leo, right?

Those masks you found have got something to do

with the murders that have been in the newspaper.

So, somewhere around here there's gotta be

a mobile phone that belonged to the girl.

If we find that phone we can get the guy that killed her.

But if we don't find it...

Here, it's a lot more than you'd get from a scrap dealer.

- I saw the van.

- Oh yeah, what kind of van?

- It had a rainbow on it.

(dramatic music)

- It's I who have to thank you, a truly visionary agreement.

(audience clapping)

- Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr. Coolidge.

- There's a reporter outside.

He'd like to interview you together later.

Thank you so much.

- I trust that we've now seen the end of the demonstrations.

- It's been a long and difficult road,

but we have reached our destination.

Some of you had high expectations

and will be disappointed, I know.

But all of us have acted in the best interests

of our country and showed willingness to compromise.

And we should all be proud of that

and move forward together!

(audience clapping)

Yes, because it is only by working together

that we can achieve what is best

for this young and vibrant country.

Conflict and violence is never the answer.

I personally congratulate-- - One move.

One fucking move! - You reaching this agreement.

(audience clapping)

I want to say thank you to you all for trusting me.

- Next time you want your rubbish dumped

you do it your fucking self!

Okay?

- Thank you so much, thank you!

(audience clapping)

- Thank you, Mr. Coolidge.

There's lots to eat, lots to drink,

but please don't drink and drive.

- What's going on here?

- If he touches Brian again I'll have him castrated.

- [Rosina] Captain, I tried to call.

Future Lab.

- Later, please.

Take a seat.

Okay.

One of the names on Nienaber's computer

committed suicide last week; Carina Oberholzer.

She worked for Wernicke Consulting.

- Nienaber tried calling Carina

several times before he died.

He also had a permanent connection

to his former security company, Wrinkles.

- The name Wrinkles keeps on popping up.

It was popular with almost all the victims.

- And he canceled them just two days before his death.

Now, what's that?

- Whoa, whoa. - This is from the--

- Hey, Betsie.

What's up? - Orders from above.

The provincial commissioner has ordered us

to drop the case of the dead girls.

- What?

Hey, hey!

- So the dead girls are unimportant?

- [Man] Hey, wait, wait!

- The photos, don't let them get the photos.

- Don't touch this!

Where's the Colonel?

- [Betsie] He's out to lunch.

- [Sanctus] What do you mean he's at lunch?

- [Mat] This is just crazy, eh?

This is crazy!

Hey!

- [Kumari] I'll take this one folder.

- Set up a private room, okay?

(tires screeching)

- [Driver] What the fuck?

(speaking foreign language)

- What now, damn it?

- If I find out that you've been using

my boys for your dirty business I'll--

- You want to threaten me?

All I need to do is to call the police

and let them know where they can find the Mauser murderer

and you are everyone's bitch in Pollsmoor.

Now, get out of my way.

- You are fucked up.

- Am I?

What happened at Future Lab?

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)