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(MPAYPHELI GROANING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MPAYPHELI YELLS)

MADIKIZA: Easy!

MPAYIPHELI: Tell your men to stay back. Back up.

Okay, okay. We are relaxed.

-So, now, where to from here? -You know what I want.

I cannot help you with the Jacob boy.

You won't find what happened to him.

Uh, uh, but I can give you something else.

MPAYIPHELI: Khuluma.

The white boys, the ones that you wanted,

their father was arrested yesterday.

Arrested? Why? For what?

I don't know. But the money has dried up.

So there's no more protection for those boys.

You can continue what you started.

You. He drives us.

-You take me where I need to go. -Okay.

-Then this can end. -Okay. Take you. Okay.

MPAYIPHELI: How do I know this is not a trap?

MADIKIZA: I tried killing you twice already, umzingeli.

It has not gone very well for me. Remember?

Enjoy yourself.

And good hunting, umzingeli.

(SHUTS CAR DOOR)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

MPAYIPHELI: Kneel down slowly.

Please don't. I can't...

MPAYIPHELI: I said, kneel down.

(XANDER MOANS)

XANDER: I am so sorry.

I didn't mean to-- I didn't mean to kill that boy.

-That kid... -MPAYIPHELI: His name was Xboela.

I shouldn't have...

(SOBBING SOFTLY)

(AIRPLANE DEPARTING)

GRIESSEL: Howzit? Do you know where recycling is around here?

You're detective. Work it out.

Anyway, for you. Bobotie.

Just wash the dish when you're done.

(CHUCKLES)

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

KALENI: Jeez. What is that?

Sympathy casserole. You want some?

Is it vegan?

I'm sorry. It looks delicious.

KALENI: That's what they've found so far,

but they're still digging.

So what, some gangster's dumping ground?

KALENI: Size, shape, and the weight of the ones in plastic

suggest they're men, ja.

GRIESSEL: And the carpet?

Um, the body's decayed worse than the others,

but, um, they, uh...

they think it's a kid.

(POLICE RADIO TRANSMISSIONS)

I wanna go see what that prick Keyter has to say for himself.

We'll go in together.

Here in Hou Moed, police have discovered

multiple bodies buried beneath a derelict farm.

Forensic investigators are currently combing the scene

for clues, working on identifying the victims.

At present, police have not issued any official statement.

Neither have they confirmed any suspects.

** 'Cause I'm a woman of my own damn mind **

** Oh oh oh **

** Oh oh oh oh oh **

** I'm a woman of my own damn mind... **

You're Mommy's big girl, right?

** Oh oh oh **

** Oh oh oh oh oh **

** I'm a woman of my own damn mind **

** Yeah, yeah, yeah! **

** We're women of our own damn minds **

What's on the menu?

A raw-food experience.

Cooker's finally given up, and the damn repair guy

won't set a time, so we're going steak tartare, sashimi,

ceviche.

Sit.

HEIDT: Did you know applying heat to an ingredient removes half its nutrients?

I didn't know that, no.

Well, I saw it on a documentary once.

Must be true, yeah?

Be honest if you hate it.

It's delicious.

I'm sorry. Okay?

The other night, I was harsh, I was angry.

I didn't know where you'd gone, who you were with.

I need us to be solid.

The next few days might get a bit choppy for me.

I want you both to move in today,

so I can keep you safe.

I see they found your little farm.

What do you mean?

What I mean is that I would never let my baby girl

live with a psycho like--

(CHRISTINE SOBBING)

I don't know if you like tugging my balls until they snap

or you're just plain stupid,

but you're down to your last fucking chance.

Go tidy yourself up.

(CLEARS THROAT, BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PLACES PURSE ON COUNTER)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Christine?

(DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

Christine?

(EXHALES)

(PUNCHING KEYS ON MOBILE)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

DRIVER: Which house is it?

Just here, thanks.

Sonia. She's gone.

(SOBBING)

(POLICE RADIO TRANSMISSIONS)

KALENI: Jamie? Jamie.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

GRIESSEL: What happens when you need a piss, bru?

(SIGHS)

Is it like a bedpan situation, or something?

Benny, I can explain, man.

You see, Mbali's babysitting me, 'cause she thinks if I ask you what I'm gonna ask you...

-Cliffy wasn't me-- -Don't you say his fucking name,

-you piece of shit! -Benny, hey, hey. Calm down.

I had nothing-- nothing to do with Cliffy.

I was in the car, same as you.

Think about it. Why would I get them to do it, then? Huh?

You want to know how we figured it out?

It was your dumb car.

Your pal Johan Reyneke. His name was all over the lease.

2-0-4.

Get me into witness protection, I'll tell you everything I know.

I feel like a coffee, Mbali. What do you think?

Oh! Are you thirsty? I'll be twenty minutes.

-I'll take my time. -Perfect.

Okay, okay, okay, wait, wait.

Remember my ex-- Michelle,

the one who left me for that dorse?

I was acting jas, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.

I heard about this guy.

He said he could mess him up, scare him away.

Not that it worked. Still going strong two years later.

Yeah. Yeah. This guy. Was it Reyneke?

He found out I was a cop.

He had me over a barrel.

Just a little blackmail made you wanna take a pop at me, bru, eh?

Hurts my feelings, Jamie.

-Jamie! -It was the fucking kid, okay?

He called.

Reyneke, middle of the night last December.

I did the odd bits for him, cash or gifts, whatever,

but never-- this was an emergency.

Reyneke, he-- he-- he needed me to go out to Devil's Peak

in a cop car, one that wouldn't get stopped.

He had a-- he had a body to get rid of

in a carpet.

He said he knew of a place that no one would find it.

So I drove.

I drove him to the farm.

And then-- and then I helped...

bury the kid...

the one that you're looking for.

So Reyneke did kill Jacob Ka Mlawu?

It was one of his clients. New guy.

Didn't get his name.

Just said he'd never work for the prick again.

Is that what was in the safe,

the names of his clients?

His cops,

the ones who are on his payroll, the ones that worked for him,

and the ones that were more freelance.

Freelance, bru?! Is that what you're calling it?

I panicked, Ben. Okay? I'm sorry.

GRIESSEL: Who else is on the list, Jamie?

If it wasn't you, who got Cliffy killed?

They'll... they'll kill me. They will.

I need wit pro.

You get me that, I'll-- I'll-- I'll start remembering some names.

KEYTER: Ben.

Jesus, Jamie.

You duffed it, bro.

CONSTABLE: Miss Van Rooyen?

Miss Van Rooyen?

Christine.

His name is Anton Heidt.

He's been threatening us.

And the stuff at Hou Moed and the bodies at that farm,

he knows that I could talk.

So now he's taken her.

So just please-- just please, please help us.

I'm gonna make a phone call.

Ek is so jammer, Mama.

(SPEAKING AFRIKAANS)

(INHALES AND EXHALES)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Do you have a warrant?

OFFICER: There you go.

Can I get dressed at least?

Fuck you.

Did you see this email from SIU?

They say 145k was sent from Rooiblaar

to a company they think could connect to Reyneke.

It was paid two days after Jacob was taken.

So, if we find the owner for Rooiblaar,

maybe we know where the killer's heading next.

Maybe.

But there's just one thing.

(BURPS)

Sorry. Thirsty.

Why the carpet?

The other bodies were in plastic,

but Jacob was rolled in a carpet. Why?

Ja. Let's let forensics do their thing,

see what other IDs they can kick up.

Ja, sure.

Do you want me to, uh, speak to the mother?

No. No. I'll do that.

Thank you. You can focus on this.

-Sure thing, boss. -Hey, guys...

we give you phones so you can answer them.

-No, this is my phone. -You give us phones?

That's not the--

A woman down in Mitchell's Plain claims that Anton flippin' Heidt

tried to kill her on that farm.

Says he took her daughter just to keep her quiet.

He's in the pigpen right now.

Or we could just stand here.

Let's go.

(DOOR SHUTS)

HEIDT: You've got the wrong room.

Kids' club is down the hall, on your left.

I want my lawyer.

Eugene de Klerk. I told your colleague to call-- Excuse me.

Are you listening?

I don't have to talk without him.

Okay.

This is bullshit. This--

Who the fuck are you, anyway, huh?

I don't have the kid.

I would never hurt Sonia. That bitch is lying to you.

-She's trying to set me up. -Why?

Well, you're the detective, aren't you?

So I'm told.

What I'm not is a forensic pathologist.

Those are the guys who found the blood in your bathroom.

That's an exact DNA match to the missing Sonia van Rooyen.

HEIDT: That's not possible.

Do you see, us detectives, we figure out why someone like you

would say that you would never hurt a child, all while using a place like this

to hide bodies like these...

and a boy like him.

I'm not saying another word till my lawyer gets here.

I know.

(SOFTLY) Oh, shit.

DE KLERK: Detective Griessel. Anton.

About fucking time, hmm?

I'm told that a kid's blood has been found in my house.

And on top of that, I'm also responsible

for the death of this little boy.

I assume you don't know anything about what happened to this boy.

I confirm my client knows nothing about what happened to this boy.

Detective, you and I should have a quiet word.

Your office, perhaps?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Police stations depress me.

Honestly, I don't know how you brave men and women in blue

-can stand it. -Stand what?

The light, mostly.

So many bare fluorescent bulbs can't be good for morale.

-It's sickly, you know? -We get by.

You'd have thought they'd spend a few bucks more making you comfortable.

Mr de Klerk, before you start your whole bit,

we have your client with--

DE KLERK: Circumstantial evidence

that I've already had one pathologist look at

and conclude-- in writing, you see--

that the exact date and time of the blood spill is unverified.

It's his girlfriend's kid.

She might have had a nosebleed, a scraped knee.

You know what children are like.

Well, we have a witness' testimony.

That's enough to keep him for at least--

Another 48 hours. Yes.

I did think you'd try that one.

Christine van Rooyen.

Professional-- what would you say-- um, escort.

Attends parties, charms men.

Perhaps you know the type.

Most judges certainly would.

And then Mr Heidt's alibi.

Two chaps from home security and a third from a close friend.

Outstanding golfer. The pair played nine holes

after Ms Van Rooyen ran off.

You don't have to read them all now, of course,

but they will check out.

So how much did all this cost you, eh?

You people are a disgrace.

(TAPS DESK)

Your daughter has your eyes.

Look, I understand my client might have information

pertinent to an ongoing criminal investigation,

so how's this?

You let him leave with me, I'll have him sign a release.

He won't leave the country.

It's the best chance we have of getting him to cooperate.

Get the fuck out.

I'll see you,

or, preferably, one of your superiors down there.

In the meantime, good luck.

I hear you've got a serial killer to catch.

REPORTER 1: Mr Heidt. Over here, sir...

REPORTER 2: Do you have information...

(REPORTERS AND DE KLERK SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(YELLS, OBJECTS THUD)

(TV PROGRAM CONTINUES, INDISTINCT)

(EXHALES)

Just let me make a call.

Okay.

Can I speak to Anna Griessel, please?

I'm not allowed visitors in the house,

So whatever it is...

... be quick

There's no easy way to say this but

We've found Jacob's body

How do you know it's him?

Our pathologists are confirming through DNA sampling,

but a suspect we had in custody told us.

I am so sorry.

-(FOOTSTEPS) -SAMMY: Susa?

-Who's this? -Sammy, go inside.

Go inside.

We will find the person responsible for what happened to him

What did happen to him?

His body was found on a farm, near Hou Moed.

Who did this to him?

-Susa, I want the ice cream. -Hayi maan. Sammy...

Go away!

-(CRIES) -Go inside.

We are pursuing several lines of--

Tell me something. Give me a name, anything.

I have spent so many months, nights alone...

crying for something, anything,

and now you come here and you ask me to wait again?

Tell me, Detective...

how you understand my pain?

I...

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, is everything okay?

Is Carla fine?

ANNA: Yeah. Carla's fine. Just look.

We received a call from Christine Van Rooyen.

She says that she wants to give us her story for tonight's edition.

Says she doesn't feel safe, she doesn't trust SAPS to keep her safe.

Yeah. That'll be Heidt getting out.

Jesus. Already? How?

Oh, usual lawyer shit.

Wait. Why did she call you guys?

ANNA: She said it's because I've been writing about missing kids.

Can you take the story?

ANNA: It's gonna be a smear piece.

I'll get someone else to take it.

I just thought you'd want to know.

Just trust me. I'm gonna come with you to talk to her,

try and convince her we're not all completely useless.

(DOGS BARKING)

Boys. Not enough pencils for you to push at the station?

Man, you know, we just end up where management throws us, hmm?

Keeping watch in case anyone tries anything.

Good. Well...

what does that say? "Cruywagen." "Otto."

Glad I know whose fault it is if they do.

You boys take the night off. I've got this.

-ANNA: Hey. -(ENGINE STARTS)

Hey, listen, just...

Thank you for calling. You didn't have to.

ANNA: I know. But I got you.

-Hi. -Who's this?

It's my husband-- Benny Griessel.

He's a detective. He knows about your case.

I thought he might be able to help.

Didn't you see? SAPS already sent their finest, most corrupt men.

Do you know those guys?

They work for Anton.

They tried to kill me.

Do you have any proof?

I'll give their names to APS.

CHRISTINE: So if they found my daughter's blood

at his house, how could he be freed?

Do you know that he said he would kill her?

My mother was there. She can confirm it.

Did he have anyone else there?

It's their word against yours.

So do you have anything else that can prove

it was Anton Heidt who took your daughter?

She's dead, isn't she?

There's not enough evidence to say that--

We've got some good detectives going through CCTV,

witnesses, traffic cameras, all looking for Sonia.

We all know who Anton Heidt is.

I know what he does to people.

I should've protected her, but I couldn't.

'Cause no one can make him stop.

It'll be me next.

ANNA: He's not going to hurt you.

Hey, you have to hear me.

Don't you see, that's why I need you to write the story.

Because if everyone knew who he really was

and then something were to happen to me, they'd know.

Everyone would know that it was him who did it.

Benny...

is everything okay?

Listen, I think you're right.

It's not a good look for us,

but it's the best way of keeping you safe.

She's the best journalist I know.

So tell her everything you want her to hear.

Leave the rest to me.

Whoever did this won't get away with it.

I can promise you that.

Okay.

(EXHALES) Thank you.

Come on.

ANNA: What are you thinking?

I'm thinking what we'd be like if someone touched Carla.

ANNA: Do you think she's holding back?

Benny?

I think she's right. Run the story. Keep her safe.

We found Jacob Ka Mlawu's body at that farm.

So I'd mention that, too.

The colonel's gonna hate it.

Tell him I said sorry.

Yeah.

(KNOCK ON DOOR, DOOR OPENS)

No rest for the wicked?

How are you-- how are you feeling?

Uh, well. Heh.

You know that feeling,

the one where you think you're on a date

and then you get stabbed?

MPAYIPHELI: Uh, yeah, I'm sorry.

BONNIE: I believe you're sorry.

But I don't believe that's why you're here.

I take it you found out about Xander Weiss' father?

Yes.

Okay, so how did he come to be arrested?

I managed to track down the petrol station attendant.

SAPS got him to confess on record that Joey Weiss

was paying hush money.

He's in on bribery and corruption charges.

He's going to pay for what his son did.

(SIGHS)

You thought that the system had failed,

that we'd given up, right?

Thobela, I asked you to trust me.

I asked you to wait.

I asked you to do something good with your pain--

I did! I have been.

You think what you're doing is good,

that it's righteous?

MPAYIPHELI: And you?

You think you-- you think you're helping

the parents with this?

They just wait. They wait years, and nothing gets done.

BONNIE: Nothing?!

Get out.

Get out.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

This is fantastic.

"Van Rooyen alleges stunning incompetence from the SAPS."

That's the headline, surely?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(MUFFLED YELL)

It was delicious.

Look, I know what you're going through.

My husband left me 20 years ago.

Happiest I've ever been.

Good to know. Thanks.

Wanna get high?

Still a cop.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MPAYIPHELI: Hey, give me that cigarette.

MPAYIPHELI: What you looking at, huh?

Don't want any trouble here.

(CHUCKLES)

Let's go out, man.

(GROANS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES)

Check out. Room 18, please.

CLERK: Of course, sir.

Um, we'll have to bill you for the remaining days.

-That's fine. -All right.

And are you going anywhere nice after this?

(TYPING ON KEYBOARD)

-Can I see this? -Sir.

GRIESSEL: Hey, let's get this down to Doctor Mbombo

down at Salt River, okay? I need a DNA check. Thanks.

You... (CHUCKLES)

you, my man...

are a fucking arsehole is what you are.

Them, she's not exactly asking me for feedback right now.

Benny, don't. Okay? I'm not an idiot.

Did you think I wouldn't see what you were doing, huh?

"Anton Heidt brought Ms Van Rooyen

"to the same farm where unconfirmed reports say

police found the body of the missing Jacob Ka Mlawu..."

Lekker, eh?

That's not public knowledge.

We don't have evidence linking Heidt to the boy.

You're trying to lure the assegai killer out.

THEMBA: Ja,

and using Anton Heidt as bait.

Look, we know the guy's motive, okay?

We know Heidt's a slippery piece of shit.

I mean, how long has his gevreet

been staring down from your wall?

THEMBA: So what, we send a killer after him?

Are you hearing yourself, man?

What you're doing is basically entrapment.

We'll have a surveillance team stationed outside.

We have to.

There are already a whole bunch of protesters outside Heidt's house.

Sorry. This is sloppy and reckless,

and we're meant to be better than this.

If it all goes wrong, it's on you.

Thanks for the coffee.

-(WHISTLING) -Who's this, Ou?

Huh? No one.

He's watching us.

Oh, he's going. He's going!

CRUYWAGEN: Hey.

(MOBILE RINGS)

CHRISTINE: Hello?

Wat gaan aan, Chris?

Are you still alone? Can you talk?

Um, my Mom's in the other room, but, yes,

I can-- I can talk. Who is this?

I saw your story in the newspaper.

I think I may be able to help.

CHRISTINE: You're him. You're the assegai killer.

MPAYIPHELI: Anton Heidt.

Is-- is he responsible for the death of the boy Jacob?

I don't know. I mean, he's everywhere.

-it's possible, but-- -It's okay. It's okay.

Just tell me about your daughter.

Are you sure he's the one who took her?

Hello?

Hello? Hello, sis. Are you still there?

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure it was him.

I don't know where she is...

It's okay.

-Or if she's alive. -It's okay. It's okay.

Listen, he's being watched now.

Police, security, high walls surround him.

But you know him.

Is there a way to get him outside?

No. No. There's no way to get him outside.

But I might have a way to get you in.

GRIESSEL: It's just Coke, bru.

BUEKES: The coroner came in on one of the other bodies,

Pallance Khomo, hitman for The Twenty-Eights,

missing for two years. Tortured before he died.

I'm sure Heidt would've been surprised to hear about that, too.

What about Keyter? Did he say anything useful?

That doos wants wit-pro before he gives us any more names.

And he swore it wasn't him.

But I'm willing to bet that Cliffy died 'cause of that dip-shit.

Oh, fuck this place sometimes.

I heard Genge chewed you out earlier.

GRIESSEL: No. He's right. It was dumb.

So you got a little inventive.

You know, they want results, but then it's,

you must follow every single rule.

Sometimes they got to pick, man.

The question is, are you gonna stand around here moping,

or are we gonna do something?

Genge doesn't want me anywhere near Heidt's place.

Well...

like I said.

Like you said.

I told you it was just Coke, bru.

Wouldn't blame you if it wasn't.

I'm coming with. Don't bother lying.

I get it. I won't tell Genge where we're going.

I just wanna help.

You sure?

No.

But who knows if we'll ever find anything on Heidt that sticks?

At least this way we're doing something.

So let's go.

(PROTESTORS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

PROTESTOR: No justice, no peace! No justice...

Justice for Jacob. Justice for Jacob...

HEIDT: You need to make this right.

I don't care how it's done, whatever it costs, you--

No, no, no. This is our problem. You do not get--

Listen, listen to this shit.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

What are these people doing outside my house?

What are we gonna do about--

(SCOFFS)

Well, if you don't help me, I'm gonna tell them exactly how the--

Mr Heidt, sir?

The repairman for the oven's gonna be here in about 15 minutes--

Do I look like I give a fuck about a fucking cooker right now?

Handle it.

Yes, Sir.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES OUTSIDE)

You think he's one of them?

No.

How do you know this will work?

I don't.

Maybe he's dead.

Maybe he's out of town.

Maybe he hasn't thought about Jacob since he left Reyneke's apartment,

but if I was him,

I found out this dickhead got away with murder,

I mean, the guy the police can't even touch... maybe.

We can do a lot with "maybe."

Boef, you seeing this?

BUEKES: Ja, I can't see the driveway,

but I called up to the house. They're expecting a handyman.

Whoa, man. They can't just let him in, really.

BUEKES: Okay, just hang on.

Hey! Whoa! Don't just--

-Howzit? -Hi, chief.

What're you doing at this property?

Me? I'm here to fix their broken oven.

-You can ask them. -Okay, come.

I's going to eat my time.

I've got call out--

Boo-hoo, man. Come on. Get out.

Okay, turn around. Put your hands on the vehicle.

What's the problem, chief?

-BUEKES: Copy now? -Yes, sir.

BUEKES: Okay, turn around.

-Open the door. Open the door. -Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

BUEKES: Stay there.

BUEKES: Okay. Close it up again.

MPAYIPHELI: We do swimming pools also, chief.

Maybe your uncles, aunties have nice swimming pool.

We can fix-fix for you.

It is a joke. Heh!

Shit joke

Close up and drive in

(PROTESTORS CHANTING)

Thanks, chief.

Now, listen, I need you to run a license plate for me.

-Here's your oven. -Ah.

Justice for Jacob! Justice...

What are you doing, bru?

It's not our guy. He's a handyman.

They were expecting him. They let him in.

Okay.

(WHISTLES)

Ja, Griessel here.

What?!

Justice for Jacob!

Bru, that van was reported stolen an hour ago.

Go get him back outside. Don't let them close the gates.

Go find him. Move!

Mbali, cover the back! Get out the way, bru.

Get out of the way.

PROTESTORS: Justice for Jacob...

Shit.

Send as many guys as you have spare.

I don't care what it costs.

Because there are protestors outside my house,

and this is just as much your fault as it is mine, so get--

I'll call you back.

Fuck!

The bitch is lying. She set me up.

I'd never touch her girl.

I'm telling you, I didn't take her.

And the boy, Jacob Ka Mlawu?

They found him on your farm.

That wasn't me. The others. Sure, yeah.

They're gangsters, scum. The boy...

I can prove it, okay? I have what you want.

It's all in here.

Everything is--

everything you wanna know.

I didn't hurt any kids.

I just wanted to protect them. That's it.

Christine, her girl, I just...

I just wanted them here with me.

BUEKES: Police!

(GUNSHOT)

That way.

(MPAYPHELI AND GRIESSEL GROANING)

(MPAYPHELI GRUNTS LOUDLY, THUDS)

KALENI: Hey, stop! Stop!

I order you! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Stop!

Stop!

-Ntsusa! Ntsusa... -KALENI: Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stand aside!

PROTESTORS: Jacob, peace...

(PROTESTORS CHANTING AT ONCE)

(PROTESTORS SPEAKING AT ONCE)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Is there a system here or-- or...

Yeah, um, you start that side, I'll start this side.

And then we, uh, then we'll meet in the middle.

I figured we might as well work through the night,

given we're getting fired in the morning.

That's our guy.

(CHUCKLES)

That's our guy,

Thobela Mpaypheli.

("MAAK MY STERK" BY FOTO NA DANS PLAYING)