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(energetic music playing)

(dog barks)

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

(Jacob) Mama. Please, please can I go?

Mm-mm. Mm-mm, Jacob.

(in Xhosa)

(Ntsusa in English) Finish your food.

-(Jacob) But... -(plate thuds)

...I, I grew a whole bunch.

-I'm so good at it, look! -(scoffs)

-(Ntsusa snorts) -And, and I heard

if I don't get to go, I'm going to wither

and get all... (gurgles)

(chuckles) Oh, is that what you heard?

-Yes. -(Ntsusa) Okay,

please eat your berries.

(in Xhosa)

(Jacob in English) Okay. Well, I'm done.

Now, please? Please, can I go Mama?

Fine. Put your plate in the sink.

(plate thuds)

(in Xhosa)

(Ntsusa in English) Last thing?

(Jacob) Bye, mama.

(Ntsusa speaking Xhosa)

(kids in English) Come. Jacob, let's go!

(laughter)

(indistinct chatter)

(ominous music playing)

(man) Hey!

Like my car?

(Jacob) Can I have a look?

(man) It's a nice car. What's your name?

Jacob?

-(ominous music rising) -Jacob?

Jacob, come back inside!

(Jacob) Mama! Mama, help!

(Ntsusa) Jacob?

(speaking Xhosa)

Jacob! (screams)

(in English) Don't take him!

Please!

(food sizzling)

-(Sammy) Ntsusa? -(Ntsusa) Hmm?

Can I get a smiley face

like Sarah has got?

(Ntsusa) Mm-hmm. 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...

-(munches) -(giggles)

(door opens)

(Sammy) Mummy!

No, no, no, no!

Sticky fingers, come, finish your food then wash your hands.

(phone beeps)

(Angela) Oh, when the girls are done today, don't forget

that Sammy's got ballet.

-(pensive music playing) -(Angela) Ntsusa?

(reporter over TV) ...has been kidnapped

in the Western Cape.

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

to school yesterday in Rylands.

In August, a six-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... -(indistinct chatter)

(Ntsusa) No deal for Davids.

Send Davids to jail!

(in Xhosa)

(in Xhosa)

(speaking Xhosa)

(speaking Xhosa)

(speaking Xhosa)

(speaking Xhosa)

(indistinct chatter)

(in English) Hey!

We want justice!

(Ntsusa) Save our children!

-(loud smack) -(Ntsusa yelps)

(sombre music playing)

(sombre music continues)

(siren wailing)

(phone rings)

(receptionist over phone) Hello, this is Cape Times.

How can I direct you call?

(Lenny) 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 four.

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)

(Anna) Ms 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?

(Anna) Ja.

Turns out I hate myself.

(Ntsusa scoffs)

(in Xhosa)

(door closes)

-(air dryer whirring) -(solemn music playing)

(exhales sharply)

(sighs)

(in English) Shuck. What're all these?

Knife attacks, Western Cape,

last three years.

And you've gone through all of them?

Oh, um...

My office is crowded.

-So Genge said that I should... -Fuck's sake, man.

He's been gone three days.

Look, his wife's coming around later.

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

-(solemn music continues) -(box thuds)

(car honking)

(Thobela clears throat)

If you want to extend, just shout.

(in Xhosa)

(pensive music playing)

(breathing deeply)

(suspenseful music playing)

-(in English) Benny... -(grunts)

(sighs) 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.

(Benny sighs)

Oh. (exhales sharply)

(sniffles)

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 dunno. I didn't make it up.

It's initiation.

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

(Sairita) Right, okey-dokey.

First off,

we've got 26 separate puncture wounds,

pretty much all same size and shape.

Skins 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.

(Benny) Oh.

(vomits)

-(coughs) -(Sairita) Hmm.

Perforated left lung,

-right kidney, and stomach. -(sighs)

-But come here, see. -(Benny exhales sharply)

(Sairita) On the serous coating of the stomach?

Look.

(Benny) Jissis. What is that?

It looks like a combination of bovine fat and ash.

Which is a, um,

tradition means for upkeep for Zulu and Xhosa weaponry.

The nature of the lacerations

and the tallow

all point towards...

An assegai?

The absence of contaminated blood and rust means

-that the blade was well kept. -(phone rings)

Hmm. Sorry.

Hey, Ben. Um...

I saw my colleague had Cliffy in.

I'm um.

I'm so sorry.

You know, it happens. It's okay.

(Sairita) Yeah.

Benny, um, one more thing.

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

(Mbali) Benny? We have to go.

-(suspenseful music playing) -(Mbali) He's done it again.

(tense music playing)

(Rami) Where did you get this?

(Thobela) A friend.

A friend?

We don't do strangers.

But friends, we can make exception.

-What is it you're looking for? -(ominous music playing)

-(Thobela) What do you have? -(Rami chuckles)

(door opens, closes)

(girl weeps)

(Rami) Come in.

Hmm. You like it?

(mutters)

Drink?

-(Thobela) No. No. -Hmm.

Man.

You leave bruises,

you just pay extra.

(thudding footsteps)

So how much to leave bruises?

(girl weeps)

(in Arabic)

(laughs)

-(spear swishes) -(Rami grunts)

-(Thobela grunts) -(man yelps)

-(gun fires) -Argh!

-(grunts) -(girl screams)

-(spear swishes) -(man yelps)

-(man) Hey! -(girl screams)

-(indistinct chatter) -(grunting)

-(grunts) -(ominous music rising)

-(man coughs) -(Thobela grunts)

(Thobela pants) Come on.

-(girl weeps) -(Thobela) Get out of here.

All of you. (pants)

Go. Go. Go.

(pants)

(Orlo) We suspect it all happened

-around three to four hours ago. -(spear swishes)

(camera shutter clicks)

(Orlo) 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...

(mysterious music playing)

(indistinct cop chatter)

(Benny) They've put out a call,

see if the girls were spotted.

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

Um, please excuse me. Sorry.

(mysterious music continues)

How'd you square all this with the, uh, God stuff?

(sighs) Jeez, Benny. I'm not in the mood.

No listen, um...

I wanna know.

Keeps me going.

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

(inhales deeply) 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... (scoffs)

...mostly.

(Benny exhales sharply)

Yeah.

Right, I'll see you in the car.

-(Bonnie) Hey. -Thank you for coming.

-(Bonnie) Hey. -Did you bring what I asked?

Yes, I bought everything you asked for.

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

-(Bonnie) Are you bleeding? -(Thobela) 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. -(Themba) 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 high-flyer.

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. (sighs)

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, 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.

(Themba) 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.

-(officers laugh) -Piss off.

I don't tell my wife what to write.

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? -(Boef) Yeah?

-Got you something. -No, that's hilarious.

(Benny) Keyter. Off your arse, bru.

Check that.

Listen, let's get Anwar, Ngubane and Andre if he's free.

Meeting at 15:00, conference room.

-(Jamie) Copy that. -(Themba) Hey.

Where are you going now?

Madikiza goes through all that to rescue Davids,

even kills a cop,

only to have some okie take him out?

I don't know, bru. 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 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 bullet stitching was not part of the plan.

-(grunts) -You should be in the 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 up for this cause.

Okay.

I've had the noble answer. Can I please have a real one?

Her name was Miriam.

-(emotional music playing) -Xola's mother.

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

(Bonnie) 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.

(Bonnie sighs)

-Seriously? Is this all you have? -(chuckles)

(newspaper ripping)

(Thobela grunts)

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.

(exhales deeply)

So... Mr Mpayipheli,

-should you call again... -(grunts)

...no public toilets, and no wound stitching.

Those are my demands.

Okay?

(in Xhosa)

(Bonnie in English) And take my advice.

Maybe I will.

Good.

(sighs)

(dramatic music playing)

(solemn music playing)

(picture frame thuds)

(Benny whistles)

-Oh, God, forgive him. -(Benny sighs)

I am late!

I just need two damn seconds of your time.

# Freedom is coming tomorrow #

# Get ready mama #

# Prepare for your freedom #

# Freedom is coming tomorrow #

# Yaahooo woza uzojaiva mama #

-# Freedom is coming tomorrow # -# Yaahooo woza uzojaiva mama #

# Yaahooo woza uzojaiva mama #

# Freedom is coming #

Okay, thank you. Okay.

Okay, guys, I want us to take it from the top,

but I need to hear "Freedom is".

-(Princess) What? -Nothing.

(girl) One, two, three.

# Maluphakanyisw' #

Listen, I need to know who killed Davids.

Nobody's got a name.

(Princess) 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, Benny.

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

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

Griessel...

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.

# Freedom is coming #

(phone ringing)

Hey.

(Anna over phone) Carla's with Mum. Priscilla's at the house cleaning.

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

(Anna) Everything's been washed and cleaned.

Try to be there before lunch, please.

Benny?

Benny, can you hear me?

(Benny sighs)

(Anna over phone) Benny, I need to get back to work.

Please don't give up on me, Anna.

-I've stopped drinking... -Well, I've heard

-all of this before. -No, I know. I know.

Oh, 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 too.

Back to how we used to be.

'Cause I, I miss my girls...

you know?

(gentle music playing)

Can I see you?

Come for seven.

I'm making pasta.

(sniffles)

Okay. (sniffles)

Okay, I'll bring a bottle of...

fizzy water?

Just bring yourself, Benny.

-Bye. -Bye.

(kid) Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

(indistinct chatter)

(receptionist over phone) Hi, this is Cape Times reception.

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

Eh, 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?

(receptionist over phone) No, I'm sorry. I'm not permitted

to give out addresses over the phone.

(Thobela) We can only give to her in person.

It's your choice, really.

(soft tense music playing)

(Thobela) Leave it off,

please.

Are you here to hurt me?

(Thobela) No. I saw your story in the papers.

I want to help you.

What do you mean, how could you...

Can I sit down, please?

(Thobela) Please.

(faint footsteps)

(Thobela) 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 wish 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 rumbling)

(sighs)

Shit.

-Hey. -(Benny) Hey.

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

(Benny) Oh. (sighs)

And I've got a dinner with Anna tonight.

-I'm already late... -(Themba) Oh ja, ja, no.

-Sorry. -(Themba) Of course.

Got to enjoy the time we have, hey?

-Good luck. -Thanks.

-Send Jules my love. -(Themba) Sure.

(thunder rumbling)

(pants)

(raindrops trickling)

(sniffles)

(cars honking)

(sniffles)

(cars honking)

-(car honking) -(heart pounding loudly)

(honking continues)

(loud honk)

(panting loudly)

(gun firing)

(Benny pants)

(sniffles)

(solemn music playing)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(door opens)

(door creaks, closes)

I'm sorry.

Baby, I thought I was being quiet.

(plastic crinkling)

I can't get this fucking thing open.

(Anna) Give it to me. I'll do it.

(plastic crinkling)

(sighs) I'm sorry, baby.

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

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

-Just, I, just... -What the fuck is wrong with you?

Just get out.

Get out of the house, get out!

(Benny) 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... (sighs)

-(Anna exhales sharply) -I'm sorry,

Okay. I'm just, it's just I'm fucking...

-(Anna yelps) -(Benny grunts)

-(Anna) Aw. -(Benny) Argh.

(Benny pants)

-(Benny) Anna, are you okay? -(Anna grunts)

(breathes shakily)

-(machine beeping) -(exhales deeply)

Oh. (sighs)

(sighs, grunts)

Oh, I'd leave it alone, hey.

(Benny grunts)

-(sighs) -(Boef) Just a mild concussion.

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

but fucked if I can remember.

Think the headline was

don't expect to feel like Faf de Klerk anytime soon.

Woah. Woah.

-(exhales sharply) -(Boef) Yeah, she, uh,

she stayed for a bit after I arrived.

Why'd she call you?

Thought Genge might fire you.

(Lenny) Anna!

Anna, what happened?

-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's my business.

Just leave it. Okay?

(Lenny sighs)

(Anna sighs)

(clerk) 340?

340?

(Thobela clears throat)

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 the spare set of keys.

(clerk) Okay.

(detective) Benny spent a lekker night in hospital.

(detective) Heard your wife got you.

Don't worry, man.

(indistinct chatter)

(Boef) I'll check you later.

Griessel?

Genge's looking for you.

(sighs)

(door opens, closes)

(Jamila) 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.

Ah, 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 task force... -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.

(Themba) 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.

(in Xhosa)

-(door opens) -(Mbali in English) Benny?

Benny, wait a sec.

-(Mbali) Just let me... -(Benny) Explain?

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

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

I was fucking onside, I vouched for you.

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

(Benny) Oh, whatever. Good luck, Detective.

You arrogant prick.

(Mbali) You think I got here because you vouched for me?

Lemme ask, Benny.

What do you think it's like, hmm?

Watching you start work stinking of brandy and McDonalds?

Wearing three day old shirts, barely able to stand and knowing,

still, even then, every time, they're going to pick you.

Do you wanna 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.

(suspenseful music playing)

(Cheryl) Ja, hey, hey, hey, hey.

If you don't help me with the shopping, no cartoons

before you get on to your homework.

Thank you.

-(Thobela shushes) -(Cheryl yelps)

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

I just need to ask you a few questions.

Okay?

(in shaky voice) Please don't hurt my kids.

(Thobela) The car.

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

(splutters) 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.

(Cheryl) He was involved in... in all kinds.

Do you have a picture? Of your husband?

Um... (exhales sharply)

-(Thobela) Quickly, sis. -(sniffles)

(Cheryl) Here.

Did he ever own a black car with red trims?

No. Never.

Think.

(Cheryl) But, um, right before he died,

he worked with this guy. Some security slick.

Reyneke, Johan Reyneke.

(Cheryl) He owns a car like that.

-I never really trusted him. -Huh.

Thank you.

-(Thobela) Sis. -(Cheryl) Um?

For your discretion.

-(vehicles honking) -(Benny panting)

(Benny) Oh, come on. You piece of shit.

(panting continues)

Ah, you can go one night. (echoes)

Fuck. (echoes)

(heart pounding intensely)

(breathing deeply)

(dog whimpers)

(sighs, sniffles)

(Benny) Come on...

(Themba) Hey.

Slept like a little puppy, did you?

-Ah, fuck off, man. -(chuckles)

(door opens)

(Ash) Eish. You look like shit.

(Benny) Oh, it's nice to see you too, Ash.

-First 30 hours? -(spoon clinks)

-(Ash) Ugh, shame, I'm sorry, man. -There you go.

He tell you about the pebble thing?

Uh-uh.

-Pop swore by it. -(Thobela grunts)

(Ash) Didn't quite save his liver in the end. But...

something about the slight iron taste.

Suck on it every time you wanna drink.

(chuckles)

-Bye. -(Ash) Bye.

-Hey. -(Ash) Hmm?

-(keys clack) -(Ash) Thank you.

(door opens)

-Okay. Let's get going. -(door closes)

Shall I call her?

Not until you've got something to say.

(Mbali) I'd like you to review the CCTV footage,

within a three kilometre radius of the last incident.

And see how they're getting on...

with finding those girls.

(Mbali) Give me five 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 with that right now.

(phone vibrating)

(in Xhosa)

(in English) 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?

Ms Ka Mlawu, I understand the investigation

into your Jacob's case wasn't great, so I'm calling

to tell you know that I'm going to 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 did not want to help when we needed it.

And I don't need it now.

(siren wailing)

(sighs)

-(phone rings) -(man over phone) Hello?

Detective Griessel at Provincial.

Can I please get Captain Mark Badenhost?

(man over phone) Uh, hold on for me, please. What is this about?

He was IO on a kidnapping last year

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

(man over phone) Okay. Uh, 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. -(phone thuds)

(breathes deeply)

-(Mbali) Confuse me is it, uh... -(knocks)

Can I have a minute?

(Themba) Yeah, sure.

(Benny) So went over the old Ka Mlawu docket.

And I found something.

The original IO was Mark Badenhost over at Philippi.

Now the SAPS five 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. -(Benny) 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.

Hmm, fits the motive.

Worth a shot.

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

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music playing)

(Johan) Yeah, look. Don't care what the little shit's saying.

You know what needs to happen, get it done.

Yeah.

(Thobela exhales softly)

(Thobela) Hold the door, please.

-(Johan) Sure. Sure. -(Thobela) Thank you.

(automated voice) Going up.

-(Thobela clears throat) -(button beeps)

(elevator dings)

You live here?

Oh, a business meeting.

Hmm. Good luck.

(door opens)

-(Thobela gasps) -(Johan grunts)

You picked the wrong guy to fuck with.

-(Thobela grunts) -(Johan groans)

(both grunt)

(pants)

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 with the boy.

(both grunt)

(Thobela grunts)

(both grunt)

(spear clatters)

(Johan pants)

(Johan coughs)

Tell me what you did with the boy?

-Tell me! -(grunts)

(Thobela grunts)

It, it was just a job.

You, you won't find him.

(tense music playing)

-(Benny) Mr Reyneke? -(knocking on door)

Don't. (grunts)

(Benny) Mr Reyneke, are you there?

Where is the boy?

-Where is the boy? -(knocking on door)

Where is he?

(Benny) Open the door.

(banging on door)

(glasses clink)

Fuck it!

(door thumping)

(tense music playing)

Mbali, it's our guy. He was here.

Jissis, he was here.

Let's get forensics in ASAP.

(dramatic music playing)

(closing theme music playing)