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[ Soothing music playing ]

[ Baby murmurs ]

-Baby Gigaba was born with a rare abnormality.

A malformation of the limbs called "syndactyly."

[ Baby crying ]

This is derived from the Greek word "syn,"

which means with or together,

and "daktylos" which means digit or finger.

In Zulu culture it's considered lucky or even a blessing.

[ Baby cooing ]

[ Serene music continues ]

[ Baby cooing ]

-Today, February 11, 1990... -He's free.

-...Nelson Mandela is a free man.

On a day this country will not soon forget...

-Power, comrades. -...world's most famous

political prisoner.

-Please listen to me.

I can't do this.

-Calm down, Portia.

Stick to our plan.

-No, your plan. I don't want any of this.

[ Ominous music playing ]

-Extraordinary scenes indeed.

Mandela's freedom marks the dawn of South Africa's future.

[ Ululating ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Footsteps retreat ]

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

[ Baby cries ]

[ Indistinct chatter and cheering ]

[ Footsteps echo ]

[ Baby cooing ]

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

[ Footsteps echo ]

-Madiba is free, my friend!

27 years behind bars.

It's a great day for our country.

Apartheid is over!

[ Baby cooing ]

[ Speelman gasps excitedly ]

What's his name?

-Baby Gigaba.

Gabriel.

-The angel.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Car tyres crunch on gravel ]

-[ Laughs ]

-Lovers Lane at 2:00 A.M.

Kind of romantic, huh?

-I like it.

-You do?

[ Ship horn blares ]

-[ Gasps ] -[ Laughs ]

-[ Laughs ]

-Come here, you scaredy-cat.

[ Crickets chirp ]

[ Sirens wail in distance ]

-People are going to see us.

-Let them watch.

[ Crickets chirping ]

[ Both moaning ]

[ Sighs]

[ Ominous music playing ]

-Wait.

I think I saw someone.

-What?

No.

No, no, no, there's -- there's no one there.

Come on.

-[ Breathing deeply ]

-[ Groaning ]

-[ Breathing intensifies ]

[ Ominous music intensifies ]

[ Screams ]

[ Wails ]

No! [ Crying ] No!

[ Screaming ]

Please! Please!

-Hey, hey! -Please!

Please!

I'll cooperate!

I won't tell anyone. Please just let me go!

[ Sobs ]

Please, I barely know him!

We only met at the office about a month ago.

[ Whimpers ]

What do you want?

-Don't worry.

I saved you.

He's not going to do that to you again.

-You saved me? -Yes.

-Thank you.

-Where do you live?

-Why?

-Taxi.

-I can go?

-Yes.

One day we'll meet for some takeaways.

-What?

-Crispy chicken.

I'll buy for you.

-[ Panting ]

[ Frantic footsteps ]

[ Ominous music playing ]

[ Soothing music plays ]

[ Gasping for air ]

Somebody, help me!

Help me!

[ Dramatic music playing ]

[ Children laughing ]

-[ Giggles ]

-[ Gasps ]

[ Water splashes ]

[ Zulu singing ]

[ Waves breaking ]

[ Zulu singing continues ]

[ Clapping ]

-Thuli!

-Ma, you're going too slow! -No!

-Thuli, it's not a race, girl!

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm slow!

Aah! Thuli!

-Thank you so much.

[ Waves breaking ]

-Hi.

How are you?

Are you good?

-I'm good. [ Cellphone rings ]

Lame, pretty lame. I'd like to learn.

-Hey, Ma. How's Mozambique?

-It's absolute bliss.

I wish you were here.

-Well, someone's got to get Thuli off to boarding school.

-And that's today?

-Yeah, her father's picking her up.

Richard?

-It's just a...

friend.

[ Glasses clink ] -Thuli!

Ma, I've got to go. Tama will be here soon.

-[ Panting ]

[ Siren wails ]

[ Ice cream bell ringing ]

-Oh, baby, baby. -Hello, Daddy.

How are you? -I'm good.

Are you ready? -Yes.

-Are you sure about this?

-The girl needs to feel safe.

-I love you, Mama.

-I love you too, Thuli.

-There we go.

[ Door closes, engine starts ]

-Bye, Mom.

[ Siren wails ]

-Ready for training, boss?

So, you missing me at the new station?

-[ Chuckles ]

-Yeah, Thuli needs structure in her life.

And her father's paying for the fees, so it's all good.

-Time to lead a normal life?

-Whatever that is.

-Focus on yourself, you know?

Have fun.

Go out dancing.

Start dating again.

-What makes you think that I'm single?

-Are you...

dating again? -Maybe.

-Okay.

Well, what's his name?

-No one, Tanner.

Don't you know that you're the love of my life?

[ Both chuckle ] -Yeah.

Would that be so horrible?

-For you, yes.

-[ Chuckles ]

Don't you have that TV interview tonight?

-Thanks for reminding me.

-The past can't hurt you anymore, okay?

You've got this.

-Yeah.

[ Seagulls mewing ]

[ Dramatic music playing ]

[ Gear shift clicks ]

-[ Sighs ]

Amen.

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

[ Car door closes ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

-Detective. -Officer.

[ Barking continues ]

[ Police radio chatter continues ]

[ Seagulls mewing ]

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

-What's this?

-It looks like a broken water pipe.

-Let's check it out.

[ Seatbelts unlock ]

[ Eerie music playing ]

[ Water gushes ]

Hi, we're from sanitation.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What's this place?

Can I come inside?

Tanner.

[ Gate creaks open ]

Okay.

-[ Grunts ]

-Hi. Can you call the municipality?

You've got dirty water gushing into the streets.

-That's not my problem.

-[ Scoffs ] Okay.

Hi. Can I get water and sanitation to --

-Hey! -Hey, hey, get back!

-Hey, hey! -[ Screams ]

-[ Speaks indistinctly, laughs ]

Don't touch what you can't afford!

-Are you okay? -[ Mumbles ]

-Who's asking, little miss bony arse?

-Hey, watch your mouth.

-Or what, Ginger Stud?

You going to put me over your lap and smack me?

-Are you trapped here?

-Ula,

am I trapped here?

-No, Casey.

-Casey,

I'll help you.

Just tell me you need help.

-[ Laughs ]

-Hey, hey, Reyka, Reyka. Hey, stop.

-It's okay. Tanner, let's go.

[ Eerie music continues ]

We need to keep an eye on this place.

-Okay, I'm going -- I'm going to bet two cigarettes.

-Welcome to Paradise Valley.

Low-security unit for just sex offenders.

First of its kind in Southern Africa.

Inmates are treated as rehabilitees,

not as dangerous criminals.

And you will see, cell doors are not locked.

-Eat shit, old timer.

I'm all in.

-Morning, Zain.

-Hey, Doc.

-Doc, the new meds is making me so drowsy, man.

-You'll get used to the dose, Zain.

-Okey-dokey.

-Old timer, are you sure?

[ Inmates cackle ]

-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Shit.

-Sorry, boss. -Everyone, meet Angus Speelman.

[ Gentle classical music playing ]

-I know what you're thinking.

Surprisingly handsome in real life.

-Angus has been a resident

in Paradise Valley for six months.

The routine of the facility suits him,

and he's doing constructive work,

making breakthroughs in his sessions.

-It's all thanks to you, Dr. Lawrence.

-Does Reyka visit?

[ Eerie music playing ]

-What? -Reyka Gama.

Are you in contact with her?

-No, no, I've not spoken to her in --

-Inmates aren't allowed to interact with the survivors,

but Angus is well on his way to a full rehabilitation.

Let me show you the cells. -Oh, okay.

[ Security gate buzzes ]

-[ Deep breathing ]

[ Deep breathing intensifies ]

[ Steel door creaks ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Let's go, Reyka. There you go.

That's it. That's it, Reyka.

You making good time. Let's go. Hit the timer!

Running out of time. Not going to make my record.

Come on. Push on! Come on!

Come on, Reyka, use your legs.

Let's go, keep that up!

Use your legs!

[ Uplifting music playing ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Come on, Reyka.

Push it, Reyka!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, Reyka. -Push it!

Come on, Reyka. Go. Record time. Let's go, let's go!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Five, four, three, two, one. Yes!

[ Cheers and applause ]

You got Tanner's PB!

-Your watch is broken, man. Well done.

-Hey. -Whew!

-Nice one, bud.

-Thanks, hot-bod. -Whoo!

Sisters are graduating!

-Still got to do the dive test.

-No, you'll crush it!

-Thanks. -That's my girl!

[ Cellphone ringing, vibrating ]

-Hey, Ayanda.

What?

Lover's Lane?

Where's that?

Yeah, cool. I'll pop past.

I'm done here.

Yeah, I'll tell you about it.

-I've never spoken about this.

-You were 15.

-Aye.

Aye, just a boy.

My mum...

Shirley.

Sweet Shirley Buchanan.

Bonnie Buchanan...

they use to call her. She was quite the looker.

She could've picked any man in Edinburgh...

...but she chose my pa.

Then the stroke...

...came out of nowhere.

Changed our lives.

[ Poignant music playing ]

She could do nothing on her own.

So I had to stay.

Become her carer.

Feed her.

Wash her.

Whole time Pa was in the nick.

-That must have made you angry.

-We didn't need him.

-Because you were there.

-Aye.

[ Poignant music continues ]

-Thank you, Angus. -[ Sniffles ]

Thank you.

Thank you.

Did you book me TV time tonight, Doc?

-Listen, Angus. You shouldn't watch the interview.

It could be triggering -- -I want to.

-You're doing so well.

-I need to face what I've done.

And I get to see her so win/win.

[ Ominous music ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

-Sergeant, please make sure...

you get the victim's statement when we get to the station.

[ Indistinct talking ]

-Hey. -Hey, welcome to Lover's Lane.

-People find this romantic?

-Some people.

-Not my vibe.

-They come for the view.

[ Ship horn blares ]

[ Seagulls mewing ]

One victim.

Male. Single gunshot to the head.

-Okay. -Point-blank range.

Wallet left behind.

R300 in cash.

Rules out robbery.

I.D. says Michael Schoeman, 35.

-Where's she?

-At the station.

-Denise Hartzenberg.

23.

Can't I.D. the killer.

Says his face was hidden by a dockworker's jacket.

-Fled? -Killer let her go.

-Oh.

-So she says.

-Where's his shoes?

-We find his shoes yet?

-Nope.

-Killer took them.

-Shoot a man for his shoes?

-Yeah.

Look where you are.

[ Dramatic music playing ]

People are murdered for less.

-Then why take the shoes and leave the cash?

[ Dramatic music intensifies ]

-Oh, meat or veggie? -Meat, please.

-Vegetables, please.

-Everything is ready for tonight. Are you excited?

Wait a minute.

He gets that and...

I -- What is this?

Horse meat?

Donkey? It's revolting, man.

-Come on, just move on.

-This is a free country.

I have the right to know. What is this?

-It's boiled chuck, man.

-Chuck? What the fuck is chuck?

-Zain, take your plate. Come on. -No, I won't!

I won't! Am I a dog? Am I a dog? Do I look like a dog, Angus?

Am I a dog, huh?! Am I a dog?

-Hey, hey, hey.

Do I look like a dog? -Zain!

Take it easy! -I didn't do anything, man!

-A moment, gents. -I didn't do anything!

-If you stop fighting, they'll let you go!

Zain, listen to me! Your head's on fire.

Now breathe. Breathe in.

Eh?

Deep. Aye, and out.

And out.

In. Eh?

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

Okay.

He's good. We're good, eh?

Come on. Up you come.

Listen, you can have mine. I'm not hungry.

Come on.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Waves breaking gently ]

[ Sinister music playing ]

-Ayanda!

-Hey, Reyka. -Huh?

-Reyka!

Come on!

We're not going in there without a SWAT team.

-I saw someone.

-Have you been inside one of these?

-No.

-It's a network of tunnels under the city.

An underworld.

Illegal immigrants.

Gangs. Stowaways. Sex workers!

It's not safe for police in there.

-But our killer could be inside there right now!

-Maybe,

but we won't make it out of there alive.

-We'll get a team. Our suspect --

-Our suspect is a dockworker with a .38 Special and ammo,

and the people inside the tunnels

don't want police sniffing in there.

They live in the dark like rats.

We need way more evidence before we can storm that nest.

[ Water trickles ]

-Gama. -Coming.

[ Dramatic drumming ]

-Hello, Thuli. Welcome to your new school.

We've spoken to your dad. We understand your situation.

I'm sure you'll feel completely safe here.

Please sit.

I declined the request for a bodyguard because

if I single you out for special treatment, you'll get bullied.

Girls can be cruel at this age.

You're going to have to trust me on this.

Oh, and one more thing. I need a name, next of kin.

In case your immediate family are busy.

Who do I contact?

There you are, Chloe.

I want you to meet Thuli, your new roommate.

-Hey, Thuli. -Hey, Chloe.

-You'll show her around. -Yes, ma'am.

[ Waves breaking ]

[ Ominous music playing ]

-Do you mind?

Hi, Denise. I'm Reyka.

-Hey.

I told the other cop I didn't see much.

-It's fine.

We're just going to chat.

Maybe you'll remember something. You know, every detail helps.

How do you know Mike?

-From the office.

-You're a couple?

-I guess.

But Mike thought his boss would disapprove,

so we kept it quiet.

-Did Mike have issues with his boss?

-No, no.

He just didn't want him to know about us.

Mike thought what we were doing was wrong.

-Why?

-I'm an intern.

-Okay.

So, after the killer shot Mike, what did he do?

-He led me to a pedestrian tunnel.

I thought he was going to rape me,

but he was so nervous.

-Did you see his face? -No.

He wore one of those jackets they use on the docks.

-Yellow straps. Waterproof.

-Hooded.

-So no features?

Eyes? Hair?

-No.

He kept staring at my feet.

-Race? Age?

-Young.

-Black, I think. -Okay.

What about his voice?

-Soft.

Gentle.

Nice voice.

-English?

-Mostly, I think.

-Okay.

Denise...

why did he let you go?

-I don't think he wanted to harm me.

He invited me for takeaways.

-What?

-Crispy chicken.

-He invited you on a date?

-Kinda.

-Mike's shoes. Did you see them?

-Shoes?

-Take a moment. This is important.

-Oh, God. I'm...

I'm -- I'm sorry. Everything's gone blank.

It's just gone blank.

-[ Exhales sharply ]

Why would the killer release Ms. Hartzenberg

if he knew she could I.D. him?

-She didn't see his face. It was dark.

-Mm. He wore a dockworker's jacket with a hood.

-No features?

[ Scoffs ]

Convenient.

-You think Denise was involved?

-No.

He invited her on a date.

Takeaways.

-What kind of killer shoots a man in cold blood

and then releases the only eyewitness?

-So Denise set the whole thing up.

Paid the killer for a hit on her boyfriend.

-Yeah, I want a deep dive into their office romance.

See if there are any issues.

You know, uh, scorned exes, money trails.

-On it.

-If Denise ordered the hit,

why did the killer take the victim's shoes?

-Shoes?

-Michael Schoeman's shoes were removed from the scene.

-To make it look like a robbery?

No, but Denise's heels probably cost

more than Michael Schoeman's office shoes.

Why not take hers instead?

-Because it wasn't a robbery.

The wallet was left behind, R300 in cash.

-Exactly.

Denise had nothing to do with it.

I interviewed her. She was traumatised.

-You got a better theory?

-Yes.

-The killer's M.O. is structured and organised.

He approaches the car from the driver's blind spot...

precise, composed.

He lets off one round.

Clean scene.

No cartridges, no evidence, no mistake.

Except for one --

he takes the victim's shoes.

-He left an eyewitness.

-Oh, that's part of his M.O.

See...

the killer wanted to connect with Denise.

He invited her on a date. He didn't want to kill her, too.

Michael Schoeman is the focus of his rage, not Denise.

-Why?

-See, Schoeman represents some sort of psychosexual trauma.

The killer's M.O. is linked to Schoeman and his shoes.

M.O.?

-Yes, sir.

This could be the first of -- -No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, we're not there yet.

Okay?

No surveillance, no media.

You open a murder-robbery docket.

Detective Jali takes lead.

-Yes, sir.

-Yes, sir.

[ Sinister music playing ]

[ Ship horn blares ]

[ Seagulls mewing ]

-Hey.

What's your name?

-Jodie.

-How old?

-15.

-You waiting for your mom?

Where is she?

Okay.

Listen here, Jodie. If you ever need help,

or something happens to your mom, whatever,

you come find me at Durban Harbour Police.

Reyka Gama, okay?

-Okay.

[ Deep resonant sound ]

-[ Sighs ]

[ Harmonic sound lingers ]

-Dr. Lawrence,

you're not the first therapist

who believes in his own narcissism,

that he can cure a notorious sex offender.

-Speelman is not Hannibal Lecter, ma'am.

-But he's manipulating you.

-How do you fake progress?

We are having authentic therapeutic exchanges.

Speelman's history is being reconciled

and his treatment proves

that this trial programme is a success.

He's a model patient making the case

for expanding this programme to other prisons.

-Here, have. -No, thank you.

-Our guest of honour!

Angus, come sit.

Your seat is reserved for you here.

-Thank you.

-Family is everything,

and tonight, fellow inmates,

it's all about Angus

and his beautiful daughter, Reyka.

-Now, I want to take Angus Speelman

to the local government working group at Social Services,

to show off the success of this programme.

They need to hear a voice from the "other side," ma'am.

I'm all for good P.R.,

but what if Speelman refuses?

-We offer him something in return.

-His release?

-A reunion

with this mother.

-[ Sighs ] You just, um -- You know that you can move on,

you can be lucky,

and, um...

you can seize the moment

and you can just take one step after another.

-You don't even know how many women

you're helping right now. You don't.

You're the definition of a survivor, Reyka.

-Oh, well, thanks.

You're in a good place, your daughter's at boarding school,

your work is...

-It's great.

-Things are better? -Uh, much better.

-You've moved on?

-Absolutely.

-Do you ever think of him?

-No.

-Does Speelman have any power over your life now?

-No. How could he?

-He's behind bars. -Not only that.

He's a paedophile. He will never change.

-And you have?

-Of course.

-So he can never harm you again?

-Never. That part of my life is over.

-Do you empathise with his mental disorder?

-[ Sighs ]

Yes.

Deeply.

Speelman is a charismatic narcissist with a perversion.

The seeds of that illness are planted early on.

-In what way?

-Deep childhood trauma.

-Many kids suffer trauma and don't grow up to have

sexually arousing fantasies involving children.

-Yes, that's true,

but kids like Speelman experience a unique

and intimate kind of trauma where the boundaries

between parents and children don't exist.

-In a sexual way?

-That's an example of it, but yes.

-You're saying that this applies to Speelman?

-Um, that's not really -- no --

-Did Speelman confide in you about this?

-About -- About many things.

We were close. -Reyka, are you saying

that Angus Speelman had sex with his mother?

-No!

-It sounded like you said that. -No, what I'm saying is,

he was a victim of childhood incest.

-Isn't that the same thing?

-How can it be?

He was abused.

Speelman's mother would --

-What? -[ Breathing heavily ]

Um...

[ Nervous gasp ]

Speelman's mother treated him like a boy-lover.

-And so it follows that he would treat you

like a girl-lover?

Do you think we, as society, we need to be more compassionate

on abused kids who grow up to abuse others?

-Um, that is a complex question.

-Does being a victim of childhood incest,

in the example of Angus Speelman,

ever justify rape as an adult?

-No!

-No?

-But it might help explain it.

-So, it's not all Speelman's fault?

Uh, his mother taught him to be that way.

Soon we'll have a society that justifies sexual assault.

-No, that's -- No, that is not what I'm saying!

I'm saying, understanding can lead to forgiveness.

-Are you saying that victims should forgive their attackers?

-Each case is different.

-Have you?

-[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Pensive piano music playing ]

-Okay.

No easy answers when it comes to gender-based violence.

Next time, we'll speak to a social worker

who will share her challenges with us.

[ Pensive piano music continues ]

-[ Breathing frantically ]

[ Gasps ]

Okay.

[ Frantic breathing ]

[ Hyperventilating ]

-Reyka?

Reyka, are you okay? -[ Nervously ] Yeah, yeah.

-Can we get help over here, please?

-[ Whimpers ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

-[ Gasps ] -Reyka!

Reyka, look at me! -Yeah.

-Look at me. Stay in it.

-Okay. -Okay? Here we go.

Three, two, one, go!

-[ Inhales deeply ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Come on, Reyka. Come on.

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

-Three, two, one, go!

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

[ Water splashes ]

Come on, Reyka.

Here we go. I've got you.

-[ Coughing ] -You're okay. I've got you.

-I'm okay! I am okay!

[ Panting ]

[ Panting ]

[ Grunts ]

-Hey.

-No excuses. I plugged it.

-Next time you won't.

-Stop it. I'm not doing it again.

-You can't give up now, Reyka. -I can. Watch carefully.

This is me giving up. -No, I won't let you.

-And who are you?

-A friend. -I don't need friends, okay?

Just stay out of it.

I can't do it, Nick.

-Come on, you can.

Reyka, you're, like, the bravest person I know.

I mean it, okay? I saw you on that show last night.

-Yeah, and I was terrible.

-You still got up there,

and you spoke about things I don't even understand.

The things you experienced.

That you beat.

If you can do that,

you can do any underwater dive.

-No.

[ Knock on door ]

-Come in.

[ Door squeaks ]

-Morning, Doc.

-Angus, how are you?

-I'm fine. Thank you.

-Really?

-You're surprised?

-Come have a seat.

-[ Grunts ]

-The interview?

-Reyka was wrong.

None of that was about me.

-None of it?

-The incest? [ Scoffs ]

No.

Listen, my mum doted on me, but --

-I would understand if you felt wounded

by what Reyka said.

-I'm not.

I forgive her.

[ Melancholic music playing ]

-Angus, there's something I have to tell you.

We tracked your mother in Edinburgh.

-Oh, did you?

-Shirley Mary Buchanan?

-Aye.

How is she?

-I'm sorry, Angus,

but she's very ill.

She suffered another stroke a couple of weeks ago.

Paralysed her.

It's very serious.

I'm sorry.

-Can I call her?

-She's in a coma, Angus.

I'm sorry.

[ Melancholic music continues ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Hey, dipshit.

Now we know why you're such a basket case.

Your mom's a rape freak!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Shouting fades out ]

-Hmm.

[ Serene music playing ]

What shoes was he wearing?

-Um...

From the slight impressions on and around the foot,

it looks like a hard leather shoe.

Here...

these three points, they look like lace points.

So it could mean lace-ups.

-Okay.

Fancy.

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

[ Gear shift clicks, engine shuts off ]

-Where have you been?

I've been waiting since 7:00.

-Get in. I haven't got all night.

Are you coming or not?

-Now look what you've done.

-Don't disrespect my girls.

You don't.

-[ Coughing ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

[ Crickets chirping ]

-All those clothes.

-Can we just... -What?

-...talk for a bit?

-Okay, sweetie.

What do you want to talk about?

-Anything.

-We can talk about --

-How old are you?

-Why do you always do this?

-Innocent question, Case.

-I'm 21,

okay?

[ Lighter clicks ]

What? Do you want to see my I.D.?

I don't have all night.

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

[ Gunshot ]

-[ Screaming frantically ]

Please, don't!

Don't!

[ Whimpers ]

What are you going to do to me?

-Nothing.

-You're a liar!

-I'm not going to hurt you. I saved you.

He's not going to do that to you again.

-He was my friend!

Y-You k-- You killed him for no reason,

you disgusting, sick fuck!

Get away from me, you cockroach!

-Cockroach?! [ Knife plunges ]

[ Sombre music playing ]

-[ Gasping ]

[ Body thuds ]

[ Sombre music continues ]

[ Ominous music playing ]

-[ Grunts ] -[ Screams ]

Oh, Leon.

[ Both chuckle ]

[ Gasps excitedly ]

-Sorry I'm so late.

-That's okay.

-Come on.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

-[ Grunts ]

-[ Panting, chuckles ]

-[ Chuckles ]

[ Serene music playing ]

[ Serene music continues ]

[ Weapon thuds ]

[ Match ignites ]

[ Serene music continues ]