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-TOYA DELAZY: Woza. -MAN: Sheesh!

-Woza. -Sheesh.

(BARKS)

-Woza. -Sheesh.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DELAZY RAPPING IN ZULU)

-Woza. -Sheesh.

(SONG FADES)

Mama. Please, please, can I go--

Mmm, mmm. Uh-uh, Jacob.

If you want to grow as big as the other boys

Finish your food.

But I grew a whole bunch!

I'm so good at it. Look.

-Heh! -And-- and I heard if I don't

get to go, I'm going to wither and get all...

-Oh, is that what you heard? -Yes.

OK, please eat your berries.

Not so fast, you'll get indigestion

OK. Well, I'm done. Now please.

Please, can I go, Mama?

-Fine. -Mmm!

Put your plate in the sink.

(JACOB HUMS)

And the last thing...

Last thing?

-Bye, Mama! -Enkosi.

-Come! -Jacob, let's go.

(LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CAR APPROACHING)

MAN: Hey. Like my car?

JACOB: Can I have a look?

MAN: It's a nice car. What's your name?

Jacob!

Jacob!

Jacob, come back inside!

JACOB: Mama! Hey! Mama, help!

Jacob! Jacob, uyaphi!

Jacob! (SCREAMS) Don't take him!

(SCREAMING)

One year later

(ON TV) This is Rodney Trudgeon welcoming you

to this week's edition of "People of Note"

right here on Fine Music Radio.

Ntsusa, can I get a smiley face

like Sarah has got?

(CHUCKLES) Okay. Let's see.

So if we put this one here

and we put this one there--

Oh, Sarah, come now, though.

You can't just play. You must also eat!

Otherwise--

(GIGGLES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Mummy!

No, no, no, sticky fingers. Come.

Finish your food, then wash your hands.

(MOBILE CHIRPS)

Oh, when the girls are done today,

don't forget that Sammy's got ballet.

Ntsusa?

NEWS REPORTER: (ON TV) Has been kidnapped in the Western Cape.

An 8-year-old girl was snatched while on her way

to school yesterday in Rylands.

In August, a 6-year-old boy was taken by armed men

from his home in Kensington

as he was about to leave for school.

He, however, was released...

(PROTESTORS SHOUTING)

Ntsusa! No deal for Davids! Send Davids to jail.

Are you scared of them?

No! Bring them on.

-Eita! -Ta!

-Ta! -Ta ta!

-Eita! -Ta!

-Ta! -Ta ta!

Hey.

We want justice! Save our children!

Save our-- (SCREAMS)

(PROTESTORS SHOUTING)

(SIREN WAILS)

(PHONE LINE RINGS)

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Hello. This is "Cape Times."

How can I direct your call?

MAN: Have you seen this?

Cops beating on protestors again.

Few days ago. Ntsusa ka Mlawu. Lives over in Langa.

That picture, her story, outline on my desk by 4:00.

So just another story hating on SAPS

for me then is it, Lenny?

What can I say, Anna? You write with such passion.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Miss ka Mlawu? I'm Anna from the "Cape Times."

I left a message.

Wanted to speak to you about how you got that

and what you were really doing at that rally.

I spoke to your neighbour. She told me about your Jacob.

I don't want to talk about that.

I know they haven't found him or the people responsible,

so maybe we just talk about how shit the SAPS are?

I would know. I married one.

You really married a cop?

-Ja. Turns out I hate myself. -Heh.

Come in.

(HAND DRYER RUNNING)

(SIGHS)

Shuck. What're all these?

Knife attacks, Western Cape, last 3 years.

And you've gone through all of them?

Oh, um, my office is crowded, so Genga said that I should--

Fuck sakes, man. He's been gone 3 days.

Look. His wife's coming round later.

Don't touch anything. Just leave your shit over there.

(HORNS HONKING)

-(MPAYIPHELI CLEARS THROAT) -WOMAN: If you want to extend, just shout.

Thank you.

(EXHALES)

(SEAT BELT UNBUCKLES)

-Benny? -(EXCLAIMS)

Sorry. I'm-- I'm okay.

You're in a lekker mood this morning.

Have you got a reason to be so chipper?

MBALI: I don't know.

Pilates always puts me in a great mood.

Oh, fuck off, detective.

(MBALI SIGHS)

GRIESSEL: Oh.

The smell of this place every time.

Did the boys ever make you meet Mrs. Pearly Gates,

get her tag number?

Why would I let someone put me in a fridge

with dead bodies?

I don't know. I didn't make it up.

It's initiation.

-It's quite dumb, I guess. -Ja.

DOCTOR: Right. Okey-dokey.

First off, we've got 26 separate puncture wounds--

pretty much all same size and shape.

Skin's lacerated on either side of the wound,

so a double-edged blade was used.

What, like a panga or something?

More like a broadsword to run through a torso like this,

but here's where it gets interesting.

GRIESSEL: Oof.

-(FLESH SQUISHING) -Ugh. (RETCHES)

(COUGHS)

Perforated left lung, right kidney, and stomach,

but come here. See.

On the serous coating of the stomach.

Look.

GRIESSEL: Jissis. What is that?

It looks like a combination of bovine fat and ash,

which is a, um, traditional means for upkeep

for Zulu and Xhosa weaponry.

The nature of the lacerations and the tallow

all point towards...

MBALI: An assegai?

DOCTOR: The absence of contaminated blood and rust

means the blade was well-kept.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Hmm. Sorry.

Hey, Ben. Um, I saw my colleague had Cliffy in.

I'm, um-- I'm so sorry.

-No. It happens. It's okay. -Yeah.

Benny, um, one more thing.

This is not the work of someone who wants people to forget.

MBALI: Benny, we have to go.

He's done it again.

MAN: Where did you get this?

-A friend. -A friend?

We don't do strangers.

But friends? We can make an exception.

What is it you're looking for?

-MPAYIPHELI: What do you have? -(MAN CHUCKLES)

-(SMACK) -(WOMAN WHIMPERING)

Come in. You like it?

Go. Drink?

-MPAYIPHELI: No, no. -Hmm.

Man...

you leave bruises, you just pay extra.

(MAN GRUNTS)

MPAYIPHELI: So how much to leave bruises?

Look at this idiot.

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(MPAYIPHELI GROANS)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(MPAYIPHELI GRUNTS)

Go on, get out of here.

All of you.

Go, go, go

(PANTING)

WOMAN: We suspect it all happened 3 to 4 hours ago.

Chef's playing completely dumb,

says the girls running through his restaurant

was the first he heard of it.

We'll keep leaning on him, though.

Any other witnesses?

Patrons ran long before we got here.

We can grill the locals, but I wouldn't hold my breath.

That is Rami Hussain.

He was in once on trafficking, but...

(RADIO CHATTER)

They've put out a call, see if the girls were spotted.

We'll get what CCTV footage they can, but...

Um, please excuse me. Sorry.

How do you square all this with the...God stuff?

Oh, jissis, Ben, I'm not in the mood.

No listen, um, I want to know.

Keeps me going.

Even in darkness, I remember that there's still light,

that there's still some good, even in the worst of us.

Look. It cuts both ways.

I don't know what I would have done

if I had found this place, those kids.

Yes, you do. You know.

I don't know that I do, Benny.

Anyway, um, and you?

Brandy. (CHUCKLES) Mostly.

Yeah.

Right. I'll see you in the car.

-Hey! -Thank you for coming.

-Hey. -Did you bring what I asked?

Yes. I brought everything you asked for.

-Can you help me? -What is going on?

-Are you bleeding? -It's not that bad.

It's like stitching up an old shirt.

MBALI: Weapon of choice could be a misdirect,

but the skill, the style, the strength is so specific

that we think our killer is an African male

between the ages of 30 to 50 years.

And we don't think this could be the 26s breaking their truce?

It was a theory until the brothel,

but their operation doesn't have any affiliation

with any of the gangs or any specific highflier.

Besides, we have a stronger link between the victims.

-Which is what? -Abused kids.

Did you come up with this, detective?

No, it was Detective Kaleni's idea,

but I think it's quite good.

BOEF: Are you saying this is, uh, some Lone Ranger shit,

some Blikkiesdorp vigilante?

No. Our guy's deliberate.

He's precise, trained.

Scene is clean, no fingerprints besides the victims',

but it's more.

It's ritualistic, it's angry.

I think he's searching for something.

-Searching for what? -A release, an end.

I don't know, but you can feel it.

Now we've already contacted known manufacturers

of assegais in the Western Cape

and are scanning for comparable priors

in the past few years.

I want complete radio silence to the press

on our motive theory.

Detective Griessel, I want you heading investigation

on this guy.

Get whoever you need on board.

I won't let you down. Thank you.

Thembe: And, Detective Kaleni, we'd like you to look

into this woman Ntsusa ka Mlawu.

She's been speaking to the press.

Ja, nice one there, Griessel.

Piss off. I don't tell my wife what to write.

The point is we don't want to give Lenny le Grange

at "Cape Times" any more ammo,

so, detective, make the time.

I'm on it, Brigadier.

So I guess you're too busy looking

for your retirement home, eh?

Oh, good for you. Great joke.

If you ever want an adult to give you some input

on that comedy routine, give me a shout.

-Hey, Boef. -Yeah?

Got you something.

No that's hilarious.

Keyter, off your arse. Listen. Let's get Anwar,

Ngubane, and Andre if he's free.

Meeting at 1500, conference room.

-KEYTER: Copy that. -THEMBA: Hey.

-Hey. -Where are you going now?

Madikiza goes through all that to rescue Davids,

I mean, even kills a cop,

only to have some okie take him out?

I don't know, but I'd be pissed.

Might even put out a call out to see if someone

can help me find him.

Smart. Let me know how it goes.

-Will do. -And, um, Ash and I--

well, the spare room's yours if you need it.

Thanks, but I'll call Anna.

I think we're through the worst of it.

You know it doesn't work like that, man.

Call EHW, speak to someone for me.

I don't need a shrink, bru. This is what I need.

Promise you. I don't even feel like a drink.

You know, Thobela, when I said call if you needed me,

public toilets and wound stitching

was not part of the plan.

You should be in hospital.

It was a bar fight. It was foolish.

What happened to the other guys?

-They got off lightly. -Hmm.

So I figured something out.

Why you wouldn't think anyone would find out

who you used to work for.

You were Domestic Branch, undercover, right?

That was a long time ago.

What made you leave?

What? I'm nosey.

It wasn't one thing.

It just stopped being clear to me,

why I'm giving my life to this cause.

Okay. I've had the noble answer.

Can I please have the real one?

Her name was Miriam.

Xola's mother.

She and her boy, they made me leave that world.

This is nothing like fixing up an old shirt.

Sorry. Almost done.

There you go.

Do you have a paper or something?

You still have a lot of blood. Yeah.

Yeah.

Seriously? Is this all you have?

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

(MPAYIPHELI GRUNTS)

I wish I could say the pain goes away.

What do you mean?

Helping others with their pain is all I know,

the only balm I know that works.

This whole city needs it.

Much more than they need another thug in a bar.

So, Mr. Mbebe, should you call again,

no public toilets and no wound stitching.

Those are my demands. Okay?

Understood.

And take my advice.

-Maybe I will. -Good.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GRIESSEL WHISTLES)

Oh, God forgive him! I am late!

I just need two damn seconds of your time.

** Freedom is coming tomorrow **

GIRL: ** Get ready, mama, prepare for your freedom **

CHORUS: ** Freedom is coming tomorrow **

** Yaahooo woza uzojaiva mama **

CHORUS: ** Freedom is coming tomorrow **

SOLOIST: ** Yaahooo woza uzojaiva mama **

CHORUS: ** Freedom is coming tomorrow **

PRINCESS: Thank you, thank you. Okay.

Okay, guys. I want us to take it from the top, but I need to hear...

** Freedom is **

-What? -Nothing.

GIRL: 1, 2, 3.

CHORUS: ** Maluphakanyisw' uphondo **

Listen, I need to know who killed Davids.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Nobody's got a name.

He's a big guy. He's Black. He's from out of town.

That's all Princess knows.

If Madikiza knows more, he's not saying

nothing to nobody.

-Why not? -I don't know, baby.

Maybe he doesn't want some marpooza finding him first.

Now, you let me know if you hear anything, yeah?

Griessel.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

I wouldn't be parading my package

around here any time soon.

Madikiza's not too happy about his palace

being closed down.

He's looking for you, too.

Save me a ticket.

CHORUS: ** Freedom is coming tomorrow **

(MOBILE RINGING)

Hey.

ANNA: (ON PHONE) Carla's with Mum,

Priscilla's at the house cleaning,

so now's a good time if you need to pick anything up.

Everything's been washed and cleaned.

Try to be there before lunch, please.

Benny? Benny, can you hear me?

(GRIESSEL EXHALES)

Benny, I need to get back to work.

Please don't give up on me, Anna.

-I've stopped drinking-- -I've heard all of this before--

No, I know. I know.

(SIGHS) It's different this time, okay?

There's this case that's got me focused.

I'm doing everything I can, you know, to get us

back to-- back to how we used to be,

'cause I-- I miss my girls.

You know?

Can I see you?

Come for 7:00. I'm making pasta.

Okay.

Okay! I'll bring a bottle of... fizzy water.

Just bring yourself, Benny. Bye.

Bye.

KID: Let's go, let's go. Gonna be late!

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Hi. This is "Cape Times" reception.

-How can I direct your call? -Yes, hello.

My name is Nbombo. I work for the Angel Group,

and we are passing on donations to victims of crime.

Your newspaper mentioned a woman Ntsusa ka Mlawu.

WOMAN: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not permitted

to give out addresses over the phone.

MPAYIPHELI: We can only give to her in person.

It's your choice, really.

(LOCK TURNS)

MPAYIPHELI: Leave it off... please.

NTSUSA: Are you here to hurt me?

MPAYIPHELI: No. I saw your story in the papers.

I want to help you.

What do you mean? How could you help?

-Can I sit down, please? -Please.

This is for you, ma'am.

Tell me what happened to your son.

Who are you? Why do you care?

I know this pain.

I lost my son, too.

Let me see your face.

He was out playing.

A black car with red trims pulled up.

A white man leaned out and grabbed him

just like that.

Just like that, they stole him from me.

And the police?

They said the license I gave did not match

the car or the driver,

that maybe I'd remembered it wrong.

And that was all they did?

They said they'd keep searching,

but eventually, they called to say

they wished they could've done more.

I've given up hoping he might come home.

It's just the not-- the not knowing that's slowly--

even if they found who did this.

Police make deals.

Lawyers turn the truth.

These people don't answer for what they do to us.

Why are you here? Why are you asking me these questions?

Give me the license plate.

I'm going to find the man who did this.

And when you find him...

what will you do?

I'm sorry I scared you.

(THUNDER, RAIN FALLING)

Shit.

-Hey. -Hey.

Cliffy's wife will be here in about 40 minutes.

Oh, and I've got a dinner with Anna tonight.

-I'm already late-- -Oh ja, no.

-Sorry. -Of course.

Got to enjoy the time we have, hey?

Good luck.

Thanks.

-Send Jules my love. -Sure.

(THUNDER)

(HORNS HONKING)

(RAIN POURING)

(WINDSHIELD WIPERS THUMPING)

(SNIFFS)

(HORN HONKING)

(HORNS HONKING)

(WINDSHIELD WIPERS THUMPING)

(HORNS HONKING)

(LOUD HONK)

(THUMPING CONTINUES)

(GUNFIRE)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(HEART BEATING)

(THUMPING LESSENS)

(TYPING)

(LATCH TURNS)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(RAIN FALLING)

I'm sorry... baby.

I thought I was being quiet.

I can't get this fucking thing off here.

Give it to me. I'll do it.

I'm sorry, baby.

-I didn't... mean to wake you. -Just-- just...

-Give that to me. I can do it. -Leave it.

-Just-- -Leave it.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Just get out.

Get out of this house, get out!

Okay. Jissis. You're acting crazy.

Okay? It's not necessary.

Why do you keep doing this to us, Benny?

Why do you keep doing this?

I can-- I--

Ah, I'm sorry, okay? It's just-- I'm fucking--

(GROANS)

-Ugh. -Ugh.

-Anna? Anna, are you ok? -(GRUNTS)

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

(GASPS)

Oh...

BOEF: Oh, I'd leave it alone, hey?

(GRIESSEL GRUNTING)

It's just a mild concussion.

Okay, so the doc said a few more technical things,

but fuck if I remember.

Think the headline was don't expect to feel like

Faf de Klerk anytime soon.

Whoa. Whoa.

Yeah. She, uh-- she stayed for a bit after I arrived.

Why'd she call you?

Thought Genge might fire you.

LENNY: Anna! Anna, hold up.

-Did he do that to you? -It was an accident, okay?

He spent last night at Netcare,

and he's gonna feel a lot worse this morning.

Anna, this is not cool. If that prick is--

Lenny, it is my business.

Just, leave it, okay?

(LENNY SIGHS)

(ANNA SIGHS)

MAN: 340. 340.

Hi. I bought a car, like, two weeks ago.

Got it at a really good price.

I think the owner was trying to get rid of it.

Problem is two days ago it got stolen.

Sir, sir, if your car has been stolen,

then you need to be speaking--

To the police, I know,

but I'd rather handle this myself.

If you could just get me the address

for this car registration please.

I think it was the old owner with a spare set of keys.

Okay.

MAN: Benny spent a lekker night in hospital.

MAN 2: Heard the wife got you.

Don't worry, man.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'll check you later.

Griessel? Genge's looking for you.

(DOOR OPENS)

SINGH: Have a seat, detective.

I'll stand, thank you, Brigadier.

Where you come from, Ben?

I had a difficult night.

You woke up in an emergency room

after hitting your wife, correct?

I did not hit my wife. That's not what happened.

But you did spend the night at Netcare

being treated for alcohol poisoning

and concussion.

The provincial commissioner got a call

-from Lenny le Grange. -Ag. That skinderbek's been after Anna

since before we even--

Colonel come on, man. This is bullshit.

Our assegai killer's all over the dailies.

If they find out we put a wife-beating alkie

at the head of the force team--

I did not hit my wife, Brigadier.

I'm going to AA, speak to someone at EWS.

I'm doing everything I can to stay--

It's done, Ben.

You can't be out in front on this.

Who's leading it, then, eh?

Detective Kaleni has volunteered to lead in your stead.

Right.

Nice

MBALI: Benny.

Benny, wait a sec. Just let me--

Explain? What, you gonna talk me through the knife in my back?

-Why shouldn't it be me? -Eish. Don't start that shit.

I was fucking onside, I vouched for you.

Is it too much to ask for a little loyalty in return?

Oh, whatever. Good luck, detective.

You arrogant prick.

You think I got here because you vouched for me?

Let me ask, Benny.

What do you think it's like, hmm,

watching you start work stinking of brandy and McDonald's,

wearing 3-day old shirts, barely able to stand,

and knowing still, even then,

every time, they're going to pick you?

Do you want to guess what they would say

if a Black woman came to work acting the way that you do?

Ja. I guess sexism's all my fault too, eh?

Shot.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Okay.

Hey, hey, hey. If you don't help me with the shopping,

no cartoons before you get on to your homework.

Thank you.

BOY: We can go watch TV!

Shh. Quiet. I'm not going to hurt you.

I promise. I just need to ask you a few questions, okay?

Please don't hurt my kids.

-The car. It's yours? -My husband's.

They were his whole thing. Whatever he did,

I had no part of it, I had no part--

Where is he now?

He just left one morning, and then he never came home.

He was involved in-- in all kinds.

Do you have a picture of your husband?

WOMAN: Um...

Quickly, sis.

Here.

Did he ever own a black car with red trims?

No. Never.

Think.

But, um, Right before he died, he worked with this guy,

some security slick.

Reyneke, Johan Reyneke.

He owns a car like that.

I never really trusted him.

Thank you.

-Sis. -Huh?

For your discretion.

(HORNS HONKING)

(GRIESSEL BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, come on, you piece of shit.

(HEART BEATING)

You can go one night. You can go one night.

Fuck a night.

(WHINES)

Right.

(EXHALES) Come on.

THEMBA: Hey.

Slept like a little puppy, did you?

-Aw. Fuck off, man. -(CHUCKLES)

ASH: Eish. You look like shit.

Ja, it's nice to see you, too, Ash.

First 30 hours?

Ach, shame I'm sorry, man.

There you go.

He tell you about the pebble thing?

Uh-uh.

Pop swore by it.

Didn't quite save his liver in the end,

but something about the slight iron taste.

Suck on it every time you want to drink.

(CHUCKLES)

-Bye. -Bye.

Hey.

ASH: Thank you.

Okay. Let's get going.

Shall I call her?

Not until you've got something to say.

MBALI: I'd like you to review the CCTV footage

within a 3-kilometre radius of the last incident...

-and see how they're getting on... -(KNOCK ON WINDOW)

...with finding those girls.

Give me 5 minutes, guys.

-Howzit, all good? -Yeah.

Keyter's following up on assegai manufacturers,

and we're seeing if toxicology can be

more specific on the bovine fat.

What's in your mouth? It's irritating?

What? Oh, it's nothing.

Listen. Um, I wasn't good yesterday.

So I'm sorry.

Let me know if there's anything I can do.

I never got around to following up

on that cold case, Ntsusa ka Mlawu,

the activist from the newspaper.

Ja, I'll get on that right now.

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

Hello.

Ntsusa ka Mlawu? My name's Detective Griessel.

I recognise the name.

Ja, you spoke to my wife about a week or so ago.

-Journalist. -What are you calling me for?

Miss ka Mlawu, I understand the investigation

into your Jacob's case wasn't great,

so I'm calling to tell you that I'm gonna take another look at it.

You're calling me because you don't want the police to look any worse.

Ja, I suppose there's a bit of that from the boss,

but I want to try and help if I can.

You didn't want to help when we needed it,

and I don't need it now.

(SIGHS)

(LINE RINGS)

MAN: (ON PHONE) Hello?

Detective Griessel at Provincial.

can I please get Captain Mark Badenhost?

MAN: Uh, hold on a minute for me, please. What's this about?

He was IO on a kidnapping last year,

but his LPR camera follow-up isn't complete.

MAN: Okay, Captain Badenhost isn't with us any longer.

Let me get back to you as soon as I've got some more information.

Thank you.

-(KNOCKS ON DOOR) -MBALI: Confuses me is it--

-Can I have a minute? -THEMBA: Yeah sure.

So I went over the old ka Mlawu docket.

I found something.

The original IO was Mark Badenhost

over at Philipe.

Now the SAPS5 form claims he ran the plates

through license registration.

When he followed up with the registered car owner,

said the plates and the car didn't match Ntsusa's description,

so he wrote it off as incorrect witness testimony,

but there should be LPR photos of the car in this docket.

There isn't any.

Did you follow up with the IO?

Ja, Badenhost's got the honeymoon suite

over at Goodwood.

They got him on corruption charges.

-Oh, shit. -So I dug up

the original LPR footage.

Plates must be fake, and look--

tinted windows and red trims,

so I cross-referenced everything

with all Western Cape retail outlets.

-MBALI: You found out where it was purchased? -I got the buyer's address.

His name is Johan Reyneke.

Am I good to go ask some questions?

Ja.

Did you speak to the mother?

Ja. Funny thing. She isn't interested.

Said she doesn't need our help now.

-Now? -That's what I thought.

When someone offers to help get justice for your kid,

you don't say no.

Not unless someone's already offered.

Fits the motive. Worth a shot.

I'll let you know if there's anything.

JOHAN: Yeah. Don't care what the little shit's saying.

You know what needs to happen to get it done.

Ja.

MPAYIPHELI: Hold the door, please.

-JOHAN: Sure. -MPAYIPHELI: Thank you.

ELEVATOR VOICE: Going up.

(BEEP)

(DING)

-You live here? -Oh, a business meeting.

Good luck.

(DOOR OPENS)

-(MPAYIPHELI YELLS) -(GUNSHOT)

You picked the wrong guy to fuck with.

-(MPAYIPHELI YELLS) -(JOHAN GRUNTS)

(CLATTER)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

You took a boy from his mother. Look at me!

You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

Tell me what you did to the boy.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Tell me what you did with that boy.

Tell me! Tell me!

It was just a job. You won't find him.

-(BLADE SLICES) -(GRUNTS)

-GRIESSEL: Mr. Reyneke. -(KNOCKING)

Don't.

GRIESSEL: Mr. Reyneke, are you there?

(JOHAN GAGGING)

Where is the boy? Where is the boy?

(KNOCKING)

Where is he?

GRIESSEL: Open the door!

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

-(BLADE SLICES) -(CLATTER)

(CLANG)

Fuck!

(BANGING AGAINST DOOR)

Mbali? It's our guy. He was here.

Jissis, he was here.

Let's get forensics in ASAP.

(LANCE HERMAN'S "SKYLARK" PLAYING)

** I'm a skylark **

** Hovering near the horizon **

** 200 knots of wind **

** Inside my soul **

** I hold my prayer **

** To the sun **

** Hit my imaginary **