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(upbeat music)

I'm going!

Bye-bye.

Here, put this on. He wants you girls turning up gift-wrapped.

I'm not dressing as a fucking Christmas present, Jimmy.

(Jimmy) You be nice.

Mister Heidt asked for you to be there specifically, hey?

Oh! We're going to Christine's boyfriend's house again.

You looking for a klap now? You are.

(indistinct chatter)

(upbeat music)

(ominous music)

(Christine) Let's make some money!

-Mister De Klerk. -Where does he find you girls?

Mister Heidt throws a good party.

-What can I get you? -There you are!

Come, I have to show you something.

Bye!

(upbeat music)

(Vanessa) Imagine waking up to all of this.

What, you wouldn't?

I'd sell it all, and move as far away from the city as possible.

I like a big garden, you know, grow some veggies.

Grow some veggies?

I... no, I can't see you doing that.

Well, okay, like,

wear dresses where actually you get to wear underwear

do you know what I mean?

-Okay. I... -Thank you.

-I agree with you. -Yeah.

-God, what does... -(women laughing)

(man clears throat)

Ladies. Am I interrupting?

(Vanessa) Good luck.

Made this myself. Corpse Reviver Number Two.

If you can tell how much booze is in there

then I have messed up.

-Mmm. Gin. -(Heidt) Mmm.

-Cointreau. -(Heidt) Easy.

Vermouth?

-Very impressive. -Misspent youth.

-It's nice to see you again. -It's a good turn-out tonight.

Yeah, they're a horrible bunch, you know.

A party here, a few favours there, they all remember to say

thank you when the time comes.

I'm sure they're very grateful.

They're easy enough to keep in line.

Simple men, simple pleasures.

I should probably go, you know, earn my keep.

How much were you hoping to earn?

Some of your colleagues have a more... flexible attitude to

the services they have on offer.

You have a very nice evening, Mister Heidt.

-I said call me Anton. -(Christine) Dickhead.

Ho Ho Ho. Merry Christmas!

(guests cheer)

(upbeat music)

(eerie music)

Oh, my God.

(Christine) Help me! Help, please! Help, help!

-(officer) Can I help? -(Christine) I saw a dead body.

It was somewhere in Constantia.

(knocks on door)

Ms Van Rooyen, hi. Detective Cruywagen. Otto.

Sorry, I know it has been a long night.

It's a good job you got to us first.

-Are you alright? -What time is it?

Please, they took my phone, and I really need to make...

A call. Of course.

Look we think it's best if we get you to a safe house, asap.

A safe house?

(Cruywagen) Yes, some place Anton Heidt can't find you.

Just keep it casual.

-(Otto) Let's go. -Follow me.

(mellow music)

-(Cruywagen) Let's go. -What is this place?

(Cruywagen) A safe house.

I want my phone.

Please. I have to call my mom.

Please, Ms Van Rooyen, we just need to get you

to somewhere safe first.

(eerie music)

(Otto) Miss, Miss.

We're just trying to help you. Okay?

(Otto) Come on. Miss?

I don't believe you.

(Christine screams)

Please don't!

(heavy breathing)

No! Please, please, please! Please, don't do this!

Please, Anton. Don't do this!

(Anton shushing)

Did you tell anyone apart from these two men about this?

No, no, nobody. I swear.

No, no, nobody, please.

I won't ever, please, you can stop this please,

tell them, please. I'll do anything, anything, I swear.

Well, if you'd done what I wanted,

we wouldn't be here right now, would we?

I have a daughter!

A little girl, Sonia.

Oh, she needs her Mom.

Please, Mister Heidt.

(Christine) Anton!

Don't make her grow up alone!

I'll do anything for her. Anything, anything at all.

Whatever you want.

(emotional music)

Take a seat, there. It's almost done.

Have something to eat.

So, look, uh, business first.

I have to ask what was it you saw?

It was dark. I didn't see properly.

(Anton) Look, we can make this work.

I just have to know I can trust you.

You can. You can trust me, I swear.

My daughter. She's...

she's probably waiting for me.

Of course. Yeah.

After you've eaten then go to the bedroom.

I'll drive you home afterwards.

Hey. You need to go anywhere you call me, I'll send a driver.

And you're done with Jimmy. No more nights like that.

In case you need anything.

-(children laughing) -(horn blowing)

Howzit, bru?

-You had breakfast? -You call that breakfast?

What's got you all hot and bothered, brother?

-Have you got anything for me? -I'm here for you, aye, Ben.

Large AM gets into elevator six twenty five.

We get a partial in a few seconds but nothing close to an ID.

No gloves, but not a single fingerprint anywhere.

He probably put something on his fingertips.

-Hmm. -This guy knows what he's doing.

Did you see that?

Check the head turns at every camera.

Definitely counter-surveillance training.

Is there someone at Domestic you can check with?

Yeah, I'll make a call.

(Ben) Do we have any idea how this guy left?

Yeah, Andy actually found it.

(Jamie) Come have a look at this.

-This is some Spiderman shit? -Mmm.

Thing I don't get, they went at each other.

So why not just pop back of the head, be done with it?

Well, same as Davids, same as the pimps.

There's a logic to it, a process.

A duel to the death.

I think he wants them to know why they die.

Maybe he just wants them to confess something.

You okay, bru?

Bingo.

-(woman) Why am I here? -Reyneke took your boy.

I think on behalf of someone else.

-Did he tell you who? -No. But give me time.

You inspire us. To not just wait.

And we are grateful.

You find the man who kidnapped my Jacob.

(in Xhosa)

(in English) Please. Make sure that he suffers.

(Ben) I took this right after finding Reyneke.

Forensics reckon I was there no more than an hour,

after the killer left, if you take a look at this, right here?

See someone had rearranged the books.

We had a techie take a look at the safe.

He reckons it wasn't forced open.

You think the killer returned after you arrived on the scene?

Yeah. I mean...

The only other people that were cops.

Okay, so whatever was in that safe was important enough

for the killer to re-enter the scene, or for one

of ours to risk taking it.

The question is, why?

Well, look, I think he has a method right?

One that suggests morality, a code even.

Because look at Davids, look at the pimps, you know.

That was vicious and angry. This...

I don't know. Seems calculated.

He read the story, he hunted him down.

Punished him for taking the kid.

But why would Reyneke do it?

(Jamie) If he was a pedo, he hid it better than CI can find.

No history of kiddy abuse, taste in porn is vanilla.

Just doing my job.

What if it was for somebody else?

I mean those private security boys do

the worst shit for a buck.

Someone with enough money, enough power got one

of our guys to clean house.

So you think whoever ordered for that safe to be emptied...

Also maybe... hired Reyneke to take the boy, yeah.

I mean if that's true and our killer knew that...

Well, then maybe we have our next target.

-It's quite interesting. -It's wooly.

Put some meat on the bones, background on Reyneke, clients.

In the meantime, I'll look into any cops who visited the scene.

(protestor in Xhosa)

(woman in Xhosa)

(in English) Can I help you?

(in Xhosa)

(in English) Ja, so?

Well, does that mean, you have someone helping you already?

(in Xhosa)

(mellow music)

(man on phone) Hi, Bonnie.

I wondered if you'd call.

Yeah, no, uh, bullet wounds, no public toilets

this time, I promise.

I just, uh, I...

I wanted to stop by. Can I come and see you?

Why don't you come by the office?

-I'll be there. -(Bonnie) I'll see you now now.

(Boef) Hey.

-There you are. -Hey.

Just had a call, out in Langa, house surrounded by a howling mob

with assegais.

(Ben) Let's go!

Fuck, Keyter, d'you think your Vin Diesel or some shit?

He wishes he had my hair.

But you know for a boring doos like you,

lekker pop culture reference.

(Ben) Taxi, bru.

Bru, watch the taxi, Jamie!

I saw it man, thanks for making me deaf in one ear.

(Boef) Hey!

SAPS, out of the way! Move!

Move! Move!

(officer) Get these people under control now.

-(overlapping voices) -(ominous music)

(officer 2) Stay away!

(indistinct voices echoing)

People encountering this office in the middle of the day

must think it looks like total chaos.

-Is there an order to it? -Yeah, it's all alphabetical.

Well, here, we have abuse, domestic, assault physical

assault sexual, and all the way over here weirdo's general.

-It's a joke. -Xola, had one of these?

Maybe meeting you here was not a good idea.

No, no.

I'm sorry. Ignore that.

Okay, do you want to do lunch?

I know a place that does Thai nearby.

Detective, is this the work of the same assegai killer?

Oh, fuck sakes. No comment, speak to Press Liaison.

Well, is it a copycat killing?

Are you finally gonna admit that crime in this city is out

of control, and SAPS is...

Hey, Griessel, why don't you tell us

how the not drinking is going?

Come here, bru...

Stay the fuck away from me and my family, you piece of shit.

Or what, Benny? You gonna hit me?

You gonna hit me?

You know my wife thinks you have a tiny dick.

-A dick joke? -Shut the fuck up, man.

(Ben) Uh, victim's name was Lungi Sakala.

A released pedophile, been on the list three years now.

(Themba) And you don't think this is our Assegai Killer?

Well, it depends on your perspective.

(Themba) Well, I hear Madikiza's suppliers have been spooked

by the Shebeen's shutdown.

Cancelled his last shipment. I mean he's scrambling.

Maybe we catch him slipping up.

Or maybe we catch him with an assegai in his chest.

(Themba) How's it going with Reyneke's employer?

(Ben) Ja, I've got a meeting

with his old security dipshits later.

And I've got Moses over at Domestic pulling files based

on the profile we've got so far.

-So we'll find him. -Yeah, I know you will.

Hey, um... you spoken to Anna yet?

-Ah, bro... -Listen,

you know you can stay as long as you want.

Thanks, man. But I betta get out of your hair.

Besides, that room kinda...

-Yeah don't say it. -Yeah.

The rooms the pits, we know?

We can't get that smell out of there.

It's probably half the reason Ash and I don't fight,

because he's too scared to sleep in there.

Got anything on the empty safe?

Running background on all our guys.

Anomalies in income, red flags, family expenditure.

The works.

(Ben)I can do it if you want, just so everybody knows we are clean.

(Themba) No, no, it's good. I am on it.

Reyneke took someone's kid.

And we have reason to believe it was on behalf

of one of your clients.

Right, and now your boss' killer is after said client.

What, I think you boys want, is to help us find said client.

Coz what you probably don't want is said killer forcing said

client into revealing what else he's had you boys do for him. So...

Who wants to go first?

Listen, bru.

If Reyneke had a little under-the-table arrangement,

it's the first we're hearing of it.

Check our books, by all means.

But you think we're worried about someone coming

at one of us with a spear.

Let him. We'll see what happens.

Sorry, we couldn't be more helpful.

You a cop once?

-Commercial crimes. -Suit brigade, eh?

Bet it was the pay that made you leave.

Don't blame you. Anything comes up, hey?

Moses, bru, you gotta be fucking kidding me.

Every African male in the age group that you asked for,

with military or counter-surveillance training.

Did I not ask you to narrow it down?

This is narrowed down.

Ja, point taken, fuck you, I'm gonna go through all of them.

Listen don't be a dick, help me get these boxes in the car.

I've got my own stuff.

Such a nice guy.

Okay. I get that yeah. It's cool.

Oh, at his point he's now insulting the judge's intelligence.

-(indistinct talking) -(foreboding music)

Maybe I've got a double on the twin.

-I need to ask you something. -Mmm.

Do you get a lot of cases uh, unsolved cases

coming across your desk?

I wish there were fewer.

But anything that happens to a child in the Western Cape,

I hear about it. Do you wanna try mine?

I read about this uh, man who got killed yesterday.

Johan Reyneke?

-Did you know who he was? -Yeah.

I knew who he was.

(foreboding music)

They said he'd harmed a kid, in an unsolved case.

Didn't seem like the type.

Maybe he was the type.

You know what they say about appearances, right?

Or maybe he isn't the type.

Just maybe working for someone who is.

Why are you asking me about a man who was murdered?

(Thobela) Press it tight!

You call an ambulance!

(Bonnie) Thobela!

(man on the phone) I'm here with someone at the park.

Someone's been stabbed.

(Thobela) Stand there.

(Sonia) Look, look, Momma. I look like you.

(in Dutch)

(in English) Christine!

Your boyfriend's here.

-(Sonia) Uncle Anton! Uncle Anton! -There's my angel!

Does Sonia want a sweet?

Our little secret, don't tell Mommy.

Speaking of... doesn't mummy look beautiful?

And for the cherry on top.

And don't you worry, Mrs Van Rooyen,

back by tomorrow morning as always.

Bye.

Get us a table.

(Bonnie's voicemail) This is Advocate Bonnie Mtetea here.

Leave a message.

(staff singing birthday song)

-(Thobela) So what's your name? -Someguy.

-Someguy? -Ja. I was named after my father.

(waiter) Here is a burger for you, Sir.

And a medium steak for you, Sir.

-(Thobela) How did you find me? -Boss put a tracker on your bike.

And I followed it.

Who sent you to kill me?

I image it was not dreamed up by a twelve-year-old.

-I'm fourteen. -Oh, my apologies.

You killed a white guy. Important.

Boss boss is pissed.

(in Xhosa)

(in English) The white guy?

Was he a friend, of your boss boss?

-(Thobela) Is he working for him? -Yeah.

I guess that's the reason why he sent us.

Who is your boss boss?

Tell me. Why you got all this cash?

I'd been saving it up.

For someone who doesn't need it any more.

(Thobela) Give me a name.

Do you know where I can find him?

Hey.

You have hurt a friend of mine very badly.

(in Xhosa)

(in English) I've been patient with you.

My patience will run out.

-(Christine) Who's coming tonight? -Marco, Red, Gumede.

They handle the nightclub stuff.

They'll like you, they like to see me happy.

I wanna know what you think of the boys, eh?

Just hit the side of the cooker, it's a little temperamental

and give it a proper slap man.

(man) I've tried, boss, I've made offer after offer.

Came in hard, he's not...

No, no, don't be a chop, you don't go in there so direct,

like a hard dick or some shit.

Tell him you work for me.

-(indistinct voices echoing) -(ominous music)

I want you to think about it. Get an apartment for your Mom.

(Christine) Yeah, but Sonia's school is there

and all her friends.

I mean it would be unfair to uproot her like that and...

It'd be much safer. For you. Sonia.

Safe. What do you mean safe?

(Christine) No, we're fine where we are.

Well, I want you to think about it.

I won't let my girls live in a shithole.

I am not asking.

(Mrs Van Rooyen) Chris, are you okay?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Is it... did he? You have to leave him.

If he has done something, we have to call the police.

No, Mom, okay, I can't, you just, you can't...

I'm trying. I am trying, so just please...

please.

(Mrs Van Rooyen) I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'll think of something.

I will, I'll find a way for us to get away from him.

(Ben) I'm an alcoholic.

Um, my buddy Boef here, some of you may know what we do.

Uh, most of our guys drink to deal with it, cause it's uh...

It's a lot. I used to be okay. I was...

Just lacquer for a while.

Then my wife um...

was...

my wife got pregnant so I need to fix it and it'd be

better for my little girl.

So that's why I'm here.

Cool.

(emotional music)

You look rough.

Ja, I can't say I feel any better.

(in Afrikaans)

I got an apartment, close by,

so if you and Carla need anything, I'll be around.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

Did you tell Le Grange, I thought he had a small dick?

No, but if that's the rumour going around, you know...

Makes sense because...

Yeah, but, it's never been an issue for me, so.

Oh, that's funny, you're still funny.

Anna, I'm really scared, you know.

What if I can't do this?

Six months sober.

And then?

I don't know. Then we'll see.

If it's not enough, then I guess it's not enough.

Okay.

(Anton on phone) Is there anything I can get you?

(Christine on phone) It's just the flu, baby. It'll pass.

(Anton) And did you think any more about what we spoke about?

You guys moving in?

Yeah. I'm feeling good about it.

Uh, I gotta go. I'll call you back later.

Make sure she's in bed by...

Seven. I know how to take care of my daughter, thanks.

(Dylan) Where's your mom?

She's out doing something for me.

-Why isn't she here? -She'll be back soon.

Don't fucking start, Dylan, not tonight.

Why, hmm? In case I make it harder for you

to shake that ass for that someone special tonight?

(scoffs) Yes.

(loud upbeat music)

Going out with a bang, huh?

Just gimme my money, and shut the fuck up.

(Christine on phone) Mom, it's me.

Make sure you and Sonia are packed, we'll leave

as soon as I get back. I love you.

(Boef) So.

Just a little bit of light reading then.

Ja.

So you think the killer's in here somewhere?

Well, the same way the needle's in the haystack somewhere.

Listen. Thanks for sorting this place.

It's a shit hole, but it's okay. Plus I'm only five doors down.

Ja, in the penthouse shit hole.

(background chatter)

(in Shona) Bloody thieves.

(in English) I'd like to throw bottles, if I got 'em.

Got one to piss himself once. That was a good shot.

So are you uh, the new neighbor or what?

-Ja. -And what is it you boys do?

We're cops.

Oh, for fuck sakes.

Howzit, Griessel?

Be in ten minutes. I'm on my way.

Yeah. I'll see him now.

-If the others hear about this... -They won't.

Look, our SARS search turned up nothing on Reyneke's accounts.

Okay, payments invoiced,

cross-referenced, and accounted for.

We must be missing something.

It'd take SARS years to untangle the companies

who own the companies, who pay our guys' companies.

So who was Reyneke working for?

Come on, bru, if you want to help, this is it.

I want it all to stop. It's getting worse and worse.

I don't have any names for you. But uh...

Just give me what you have.

(Anton) Fun day, was it?

Please, baby, I can explain...

I have questions, Christine.

Number one, are you fucking this guy?

What?

Are you fucking this guy? Yes or...

No! No, no, no, no, no.

-(Christine) No, no. -(Dylan) No.

He's just, he's just Sonia's Dad. He didn't do anything.

Please Anton. I just asked him to watch her.

While your mother was out selling the jewellery I bought you. Huh?

And you went out with Jimmy after I said never again.

Never again right?

I just... I just...

I needed, I wanted the money.

Okay, I wanted the money, that's all that it was...

But then what? Were you thinking of running?

Is that it, were you trying to leave me?

No!

I wouldn't, I wouldn't leave you, I'm yours.

So sorry, I just...

I have nothing, I mean, look at this fucking place. And I...

I just wanted my own and I just...

I'm sorry. I mean... Dylan's a nobody.

You're the one that I want.

Only you.

I'm sorry, baby.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I'm so stupid.

If I hear you've been speaking to him again.

You disrespect me like this again...

I'll kill you.

Your mother, this piece of shit. Sonia.

All of you.

D'you hear me?

(Thobela) Some. Some. Let's go.

(Jamie) Where the hell are we going?

I got a tip on Reyneke.

His company Viper get up to the usual shit, you know?

Working for companies owned by companies.

But there's one company RooiBlaar

Reyneke always handles personally.

RooiBlaar? What do they do?

Ah website says anything from vegan snacks

to salt from the Kalahari.

-Sounds nice. -I don't know if any of it's real.

Check the CIPC, lists the last mailing address

to an old farm, out at Hou Moed.

Hou Moed.

I suppose that's nowhere close to the Kalahari.

Yeah. So worth taking a look.

Shit, it's Genge. Can you grab that?

Colonel. Jamie here.

Is Benny there?

-Uh, he's driving. -We're you guys headed?

A farm, out in Hou Moed.

A shell company called RooiBlaar owns it.

We reckon it'll connect to the shit missing

in Reyneke's safe.

Okay, great. That's good to hear.

Make sure you ask Benny to call me when you guys get there, okay?

Roger that.

Genge, man.

He sounded, I don't know, like he didn't want us to go.

You noticed him acting strange lately?

Like jumping on the corruption stuff, handling it all himself.

Not him, bru. He's not like that.

No, you're right. Course you're right.

I don't think anyone's home, eh?

-(Jamie) Looks kind of sketchy. -(Ben) That's just...

No fucking signal, here.

Ben, I'm serious, man. You don't know who's in there.

-(Ben) Hurry up, bru. -Fuck...

(Ben) Keep up, Keyter.

(Jamie) I am not sure about this bru.

Let's come back with a team, proper warrant, the works?

Benny, we don't know what we're walking into.

(foreboding music)

I know you don't want to think it but...

say this place means something,

say it is what Reyneke was hiding?

Ben, come on, man.

Let's come back when we're better prepared, yeah?

Hey. Are you jas? You've got Anna and Carla to think about...

Fucks sakes, man, just give me a second.

Stop!

Listen, we don't have to go in there, bru.

-I fucking said it, Ben. -You said it, man.

I wanted us to leave.

Listen a bullet to the back of the head's gonna

look suspicious, bru.

At least front on you can uh, you can make something up, eh.

Okay.

Okay, just... turn around, slow.

(Thobela) If you could open up a restaurant.

Like any type of a place.

What kind of place would you pick?

Why would I open a restaurant?

It's a game. Okay, never mind.

You know, my uncle, used to have a shebeen.

He roasted chickens, smilies, even fresh bread.

We used to go there and sit and watch the soccer.

Something like that.

He's normally at his ShisaNyama until the afternoon.

Okay. Will he be alone?

Go home. We're done.

(man in Xhosa)

(in English) That'll do, I think.

(man) You're a hard man to find.

You harmed a friend of mine.

You will appreciate that she was not the intended target.

You sent boys.

Children.

(Madison) I train my hunters young.

You must fight well to take on a man like Reyneke.

I have no idea who took that little boy.

Whoever did, has kept it a secret this long.

And that takes power.

And the only way to attain such power

in this city is through fear.

And who will fear a man who allows a stranger

into his business to kill as he pleases?

That doesn't send the right message.

We could've done such wonders together.

(in Xhosa)