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-In the name of the Father,

in the name of the Son,

and in the name of the Holy Spirit.

[ Baby crying ]

-What are you doing? -Stop it.

-Oh, shit. -What?

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-It's my wife.

This is Reyka. She's one of the trainees.

Um, this is my wife, Georgina.

-I've heard about you.

-Reyka's the one who flunked the dive test?

-[ Breathing deeply ]

Come on! Come on!

-There we go. There we go. That's it.

-[ Gasping ]

-[ Coughs ] -Have we checked you out?

-I've done this a thousand times.

I've never had a problem. -Well, there's no harm in, uh...

doing an assessment.

-I'm good, Doc. Focus on her.

-Zwelethu, please. Privacy.

-What are you doing?

Are you going to pour some of that milk on me or what?

-Zwelethu, come on.

-If I don't work, we don't eat.

-I'd rather eat nothing than have you sell yourself to men.

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

An underworld.

Illegal immigrants, gangs, stowaways, sex workers.

It's not safe for police in there.

And we're here for a routine inspection.

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-[ Whimpering ]

-Speelman has just suffered a deep narcissistic injury.

The news of his mother's illness --

-She's sick? -In a coma.

Compounded by the penetrating humiliation he experienced

during the TV interview,

it's left him in a very volatile mental state.

His motivational arc is likely to be revenge.

-Portia, I need your help. -How did you find me?

Go away. -I've got nowhere else to go.

-Your face is all over the news.

-I just need to use your phone.

-Hey.

Leon?

Leon.

Leon, Leon. Leon, don't joke.

Don't joke around. Please don't joke.

Leon?

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[ Baby crying ]

-Shh. [ Baby cries ]

Shh.

[ Baby screams ]

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[ Crying continues ]

[ Engine starts ]

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[ Birds chirping ]

-"My name is Gabriel Gigaba."

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-Okay.

Gabriel.

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-It's Reyka Gama,

criminal profiler with Detective Services.

-Morning, Dr. Gama.

How can I help you? -I want to report a death.

-What's the address?

Dr. Gama?

-My house. You have it on file.

-Do you have an I.D.?

-Captain Leon Lombard, head of Search and Rescue.

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-[ Groans ]

[ Sniffles ]

Portia?

[ Ringing ]

-Royal Edinburgh, emergency ward.

How can I help you?

-Put me through to Shirley Buchanan's room, please.

It's her son.

-Oh, Mr. Speelman.

Just a minute.

-Any news, sister?

-I'm af-- I'm afraid we can't.

Where are you calling from, sir?

-Put me through to my mother's room, please.

-If you'd just give me your current location.

-What?

-We heard about your circumstances.

The local -- [ Beep ]

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-So, we went to bed. Um, everything was fine.

He must've had cardiac arrest in his sleep.

-Is he your husband?

-No. No, no. We are co-workers.

He stayed over. I don't really know much.

Um, he lived in Hill Crest, I think.

I've never been to his house.

We didn't really speak about our private lives.

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Can I go? -Yes.

-Okay.

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[ Door opens ]

-Good morning, sunshine.

How did you sleep? That couch is heavenly.

That is the best night's sleep I've had in ages.

Do you fancy a coffee? I'm going out.

Did I disturb your meditation?

-Angus, why are you here?

-Let's talk about that over coffee.

Milk and three sugars, right?

-Can I have my phone back?

-I'm still busy with it, Portia.

-You said one phone call. -It's my ma, Portia.

Have a heart.

I know what we'll do.

I'm going to make you the tastiest omelette ever.

My ma's special Lowland mash-up.

-I'm not hungry.

-Oh, you'll change your mind when you see mine.

-If they find out you're here -- -Don't worry.

I won't be here long.

-How long?

-Have you got any cash? I'm clean out.

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Oh.

Perfect.

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Oh, that's fun.

I won't be long.

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[ Door closes ]

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[ Cellphone vibrates ]

-[ Sighs ] Gosh.

-[ Chuckles ]

Seriously?

-Late night. -Alright, out.

-Aye, it's fine. I'll close up. Come!

-We're not doing this.

My place, my rules. -[ Groans ]

-Zwelethu, come out!

-Ayanda, wow!

Really?

-Tick-tock, Zee.

If I have to.

I'm late. -Work can wait.

-No, not this case.

-Ah.

Okay.

So?

What's the latest? -No. Not now, Zwelethu.

-Just a teaser, baby. -It's unprofessional.

Mnh-mnh. -Please?

-Please? -[ Sighs ]

-Hmm?

-Okay. -Mm.

-You were right. There is a pattern.

-I knew it. What is it?

Mm. He's got a shoe fetish.

-Yeah, something like that. -Mm.

You must keep me posted. -No.

This is police business.

-Baby, you know what happens in between the sheets

stays in between the sheets.

Right?

Right?

-Yeah, right. -Kiss me then.

Just one here. Please, baby. -[ Chuckles ]

Zee.

Zwelethu, no. -What?

Okay, okay, okay. Okay. -[ Sighs ]

Alright.

-I'll be right out.

-Ma, can you hear me? -What?

-A married man died in my bedroom, Ma!

-What was he doing in your bedroom?

-That's not the point, Ma. -[ Sighs ]

Well, are the police there?

-He's dead. -So, who is he?

-His name is Leon Lombard. He was a co-worker.

-What is Leon, the married co-worker, doing in your bed?

-I'm going to hang up, Ma.

-Okay, listen. Listen to me. I'll...

Uh, I'll come back earlier.

-You don't have to do that, Ma. -Well, I don't care.

I'll get on a flight. You can't handle this on your own.

I...

-Hey. -Hey.

-What happened? -I don't know.

[ Vehicle approaches ]

-Where is he? Where is my husband?

No. No, no, no. Out of my way!

-Who is that?

-It's Leon's wife. -Shit.

-Yeah. -We can slip you out the back.

-No. I'm going to face this one.

-Please, ma'am. -No.

-Ma'am, please. -Keep your hands off me!

My husband -- where is he?

I was told to come to this address.

-Georgina, it's Reyka. We met at Search and Rescue.

-Yes, the -- the trainee. Failed dive test.

-Yes. -You got here quick.

-Um, this is my house.

-L-Leon's here?

-Yes. -Why?

-We got back late from a police raid and had a few drinks,

and Leon decided to stay the night rather than drive home.

-Are you fucking with me?

-No, ma'am. -He couldn't take a taxi?

-I don't think they were running that late.

-So he stayed with you? -In my bedroom, yes.

-Where is your bedroom? -I'll show you.

-No, I'd like to see him alone, if that's okay with you.

[ Crying ]

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No! [ Sobbing ]

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[ Young girls giggling ]

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[ Laughter ]

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[ Indistinct conversation ]

-No, she didn't. She didn't even realise.

What's up?

-Hello. -Hey.

-Are you girls going to the beach?

[ Both laugh ]

-What's so funny?

-Nothing. -Ah. Well, so, uh...

perfect day, uh -- perfect day for a suntan, hey?

-Yup. -Which beach?

-Why should we tell you?

-North has the best waves, uh, don't you think?

Or Main but, uh, the pier at North is nicer.

-Let's go.

-Fancy an ice cream?

-No, thanks. -My shout.

-You want to buy us some ice cream?

-Sure. What flavour? Chocolate? Strawberry? Hazelnut?

-[ Whispering ]

-Banana? -Banana?

Sure, sure. No, I love -- love banana.

I used to farm them.

-You used to farm -- [ Both laugh ]

What?

-Yeah, um... you're a total creep.

-No. Don't say that.

-Yes, you are.

-Nicky, call the cops.

-I was just -- I was just trying to be nice. I'm sorry.

-Can't you see I'm underage?!

-Creep! Creep! -Creep! Creep!

-Paedo alert! -Paedo alert!

-Paedo alert! -Paedo alert!

[ Laughter ]

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-[ Gasping ]

[ Siren wails ]

[ Door, opens closes ]

-You okay?

-Mnh-mnh.

[ Sighs ]

-[ Clears throat ]

Walk me through it.

-Um...

Leon...

Captain Lombard stayed over at my place.

-First time?

-No.

-How long had this been going on?

-Two or three months.

It wasn't serious.

-Did his wife know?

-No.

-So, he's at your place.

-Um, we went to bed.

He was fine.

-Did you have sex?

-Yes.

-Was he up to it?

I mean, could it have lead to a-a heart attack?

-Excuse me?

-Look, I don't want to be here either, okay?

I-I'm just trying to find out what's going on.

-There was no problem.

-So you just wake up a couple of hours later and what?

He's -- He's dead?

-Yes.

-Do you want to take some time off,

take some compassionate leave?

-No, no. It really wasn't serious.

I promise.

-This is very serious, Reyka.

We don't need this heat, not now.

-I'm sorry, Brigadier.

-Minister Matlala knows.

-Great.

-He wants us to close off this Lover's Lane case.

-Tell me more.

-The city is about to host the Global Water Summit.

The minister's not gonna tolerate an open

serial-killer case

with international dignitaries around.

-Well, we're getting close.

-Are we?

I'm going to close off Lover's Lane to the public.

-No, no, no, no, no, no!

If -- If we do, he will go somewhere else.

We might never see him on the docks again.

-Sounds like a win-win.

-Well, the killings won't stop.

Lover's Lane means something important to him.

We must not make it inaccessible to him...

or the public.

-If we keep it open, we're gonna have to release

some information to the press.

The public needs to know that the park is dangerous.

-I understand.

-Let's catch this guy, Reyka.

-We're doing our best. -Do your best faster.

One more thing.

I've arranged for you to see a police psychologist.

-No, no, no.

It's fine. I can look after myself.

-It's not you I'm worried about.

You have blind spots.

-Don't we all?

-Yours tend to result in the loss of fellow officers.

-That's not fair.

-I'm not going to permit Ayanda

to end up like your partner at KwaDlangezwa.

-Nandi knew what she was doing. -Clearly not.

-She disobeyed a direct order.

-The enquiry into her death found that her actions were

motivated by some duty, some loyalty to you.

She was putting herself out there to impress you.

-And that make me responsible for what happened to her?

-Chat to your psychologist about that.

-I am not seeing a shrink!

-You are going to do things my way or you're out,

and I will replace you!

It's as simple as that.

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-Portia.

I'm home!

-[ Screams ] -[ Grunting ]

-Help me! Help me! He's going to kill me!

-Shut up! Shut up! Look at you! What are you doing, huh?!

We used to be close.

-Leave me alone! -Huh?

-Leave me alone! I don't love you anymore!

-I don't ever want to hurt you, Portia,

but if you do that again,

I'll snap your fucking neck like a twig.

Understood? Huh? -[ Whimpers ]

-Excellent.

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[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

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-Hair tie found at the Maritime Inn.

Will you check if there's a match with our female victim,

the sex worker, Casey?

-Okay, sure.

-Close your eyes.

Portia...

when was the last time you saw Reyka?

-Angus, please. Leave her alone.

-It's a simple question.

No tricks. When was the last time?

-I can't remember.

-What was it? Months? Weeks? Days?

-I don't know.

She went on TV, did an interview.

Did you see it?

-No.

-Yeah, you can open them.

-Thank you. -Better?

-Yes.

-She told lies in the interview.

It broke my heart.

-You can't blame her.

-Lies are never okay.

We taught her that.

-It's her truth.

-I was there, Portia.

We were a family.

-No. No.

You controlled us.

We wanted to please you. It wasn't real.

-It was the happiest time of my life.

-Angus...you're ill.

Jail is the only place for you, away from the rest of us.

-Careful, Portia.

I was a model patient inside.

-I'm sure you were.

-Everyone respected me, especially Zain.

We were close. I was happy there.

I was happy until...

-Until what?

-Reyka went on TV and spoke about me like I was a --

I'm a victim, that my ma was a bad person.

I never told her that. Why would she make that up?

-So Reyka got it wrong.

Nobody's perfect, Angus, not even Reyka.

-That is not the daughter we raised.

She owes us. Why would she do that?

-Let it go, Angus.

Reyka deserves to live her life without you in it.

I-I remember.

I remember...

the last time I saw Reyka.

At the farmhouse the night you were arrested.

-"M," N's...

-You won't find her name in there.

-"O," "P"...

-Angus, I don't know where she is.

-You're lying. -I'm not.

-You two were in it together.

-What are you on about?

-You arrived out of nowhere and shot Lucy.

Reyka must've tipped you off.

-I knew you'd go back to the farmhouse, Angus.

I didn't mean to kill her.

-You and I are just the same.

-I'm nothing like you, Angus.

-We were parents together. -No!

-Mama and Papa.

You know, I was thinking, if we hadn't lost Gabriel,

we'd never have found Reyka.

-None of them were ours, Angus.

We stole them like thieves in the night.

They were never ours. -Don't say that.

-God didn't grant us children because He knew we were poison.

-Ah! "Reyka.

Reyka Gama."

I've got it. -Angus, please.

-Pants on fire.

-Angus, please. [ Ringing ]

-It's ringing.

It's ringing.

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

-Hey, Tama.

-Look, the tactical team raided Speelman's farmhouse in Eshowe.

There was no sign of him.

You need to think for me, Reyka.

Where else would he go?

-Yeah, I'll think about it, Tama.

-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.

Just busy. I've got to go.

-I asked that other nurse if you're married.

She told me yeah, but you've got problems.

What's happening? Um, nur--

-Mr. Sodhi.

Detective Ayanda Jali. Dr. Gama.

Do you remember us?

-You saved me.

-How did you end up inside of the Maritime Inn?

-It was so stupid.

I paid for some fun.

Afterwards, they refused to let me go.

-They held you captive? -For three days.

No one knew where I was.

They contacted my brother to pay ransom,

but he couldn't raise the cash.

Casey H.

-"H"?

-She's from Bryanston in Joburg.

-She told you that?

-She told everyone.

It made her feel posh.

-Huh.

Well, thank you, Mr. Sodhi.

Speedy recovery.

-Yeah.

Thank you.

[ Telephone rings ]

-Look who the cat dragged in.

-Hello? -Portia, hi.

Um, I missed your call. Is everything okay?

-Yes.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

Sorry, sweetheart. Pocket dial.

-Okay. Um, look, I don't mean to alarm you,

but I just thought you should know.

Angus escaped from prison.

-Oh, I didn't know that.

-Yeah, there's a manhunt for his arrest.

He doesn't know where you live, so you're safe.

-Thank you.

-Okay. Take care, Portia.

-That was perfect.

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[ Birds squawking, waves crashing ]

-[ Sighs ]

What's up?

-Portia was so calm.

-Too calm? -Like she already knew.

-Well, his mug shot is all over TV.

-I know, but Speelman escapes, and she's not freaked out.

I can send an officer to the flat to go check it out.

-No, that'll just scare her.

-You sure? It's just one phone call.

-No, we need the manpower on the street.

So...how does he get away so quickly?

-Tunnels.

Tunnels.

There's two tunnels right around Lover's Lane,

and they both lead into stormwater drains.

-That's how he moves. -Yeah.

So we block every exit route.

-He'll migrate.

The priority is not the location. It's the shoes.

-Mementos?

-They're a symbol of something very important to him,

some unbearable trauma.

His rage builds until he needs an outlet.

The murder's to deal with the trauma.

The shoes are linked to a terrible past experience.

See, we know so little about him because his M.O. changes

depending on the responses of the female victims to him.

He's swayed by them. The women hold the power.

He wants to be loved and affirmed by them.

These women represent someone from his past,

a mother or an aunt.

So our suspect is... a son or a nephew,

young, mid-20s, maybe older,

black, medium height, low status.

Lives and works around here, travels on foot.

Access to a .38 Special, ammunition, and blades.

The shoes -- loafers or brogues.

Elegant, polished -- a massive trigger for his rage.

-So? Why don't we turn this whole area upside down

and arrest everybody who fits?

-We'll never find him if we tighten the net

because he's invisible to us.

See... you can't see someone's trauma.

It needs to show itself in patterns and behaviours.

We need to keep Lover's Lane open to him,

let him come out.

We'll keep surveillance on it.

-Where did he go? -Who?

-There was a boy right there looking at us.

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-We'll have more on the upcoming Water Summit

throughout the week.

Recapping local headlines.

There's a reward issued for anyone who provides information

that leads to the apprehension of Angus Speelman.

Finally, the city mourns the passing of

Captain Leon Lombard.

He was found dead on the premises of Dr. Reyka Gama,

a profiler with the Durban Harbour Police.

The two were working very closely together

on the recent spate of killings.

He is survived by his wife and two sons.

-Up. -No.

-And now for the weather.

-I'm not leaving you on your own.

Up!

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-Oh, yeah.

-Hey! -Huh?

-Hey. -Unh-unh.

We're not going in there.

-It's the only view of the crime scene we haven't seen.

-Without backup?

-Just us.

Let's go.

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[ Water splashing ]

-[ Sighs ]

Amen.

-Damn! -What?

-I wasn't expecting that.

-Disgusting. Just keep it moving.

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-Police.

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-Oh!

-[ Whistles ]

-He was in the park. -Ayanda, let's get out of here.

-Reyka! Reyka! Hey.

-Jodie, what are you doing here? -Come this way.

-Let's go!

-Where did she go? Where did she go?

-Jodie!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

-Reyka!

-Come on.

-This way!

-Reyka!

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-Hurry up.

What's your pin?

-Are you just going to steal my money?

-What is it?

-It's my birthday. -I have no idea when that is.

-Thanks, Angus.

1-9-6-7. [ Beeping ]

-Do it again. -I'm trying, okay?

...7.

-Now, darling, you've got one more shot.

Nice and relaxed. Come on.

[ Beeping ] -...5-6-7.

-There you go.

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-Please, Angus, leave me some. I have to live.

-Come on.

Just until your mother comes back.

-And if she doesn't?

-She will.

Hi. I'm Reyka Gama with the Durban Harbour Police.

This is Jodie. She needs a bed for a night or two.

-Oh, hi. -Hey.

-I'm Tokkie.

Could you please fill out the registration form

as the person who's checking her in?

[ Cellphone rings ] -Sure.

-You'll be so happy here, Jodie.

Safe.

[ Ringing continues ]

-I've got to get this.

Hi. You've got Leon Lombard's cause of death?

What?

-I said not tonight, Zwelethu. Okay?

Thank you.

-I have to see Georgina Lombard.

-What? Bad idea.

-I need to speak to her.

-No, Reyka.

You don't have to.

-I'll drop you at the station.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Water running ]

-Portia...

thank you for hosting me.

I'm going to leave.

Your bath is running.

Don't forget to turn it off before it overflows.

-Where are you going?

-Home.

-The farm?

-No. Scotland.

-How?

-I don't know.

Before I do, I'm going to find out what happened

to our baby Gabriel...

the boy you made me give away.

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-Hey. -Hey.

-You're not supposed to...

Where are you going?

-Nowhere.

-[ Sighs ]

-Fuck me.

-I saw Leon's autopsy results.

-Can we mourn in peace?

-He didn't die of natural causes.

-What are you talking about?

-He drowned.

-I'm going to hit my panic button.

-See, the salt in his lungs attracted

too many fluids, and he -- he suffocated in bed.

-And you came to tell me that?

-Georgina,

I just really wanted to say that I'm sorry for your loss

and I'm sorry that I hurt you.

-You think you hurt me?

Guys!

Come here a second.

Okay?

Boys, this is Reyka.

She was friends with Daddy.

-Georgina, I had no idea --

-Yeah, well...

now you know who you've really hurt.

Go on.

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[ Insects chirping ]

-Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

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[ Water running ]

-Hello! Reyka?

Hun, I'm home!

[ Knock on door ] Reyka?

Who are you? -Jodie.

-Okay, and?

-Um, yeah, I'm a friend of, um...

-Who? -Uh, the -- the lady cop.

-Okay, I'm calling the cops. -No, no, please don't.

I can't find my mom, and she said she'd help me.

-You can't find your mom?

-No. Uh, she works on a ship.

Let's find you some fresh clothes.

[ Cellphone rings ]

-Portia?

-How's my brilliant girl?

-Angus? Where is Portia? What have you done with her?

-I heard about the Search and Rescue bloke, Leon.

Those poor boys he left behind. It's very sad.

-Where are you, Angus?

-I don't know. Around and about.

-Let me come to you.

-As much as I'd love that, Reyka, and you know I would,

I think it's probably best that I keep a low profile.

I seem to be a wanted man.

-Angus, I can help you.

-Really?

-Let's meet, okay? We can talk.

It's been so long, Angus.

-Why did you make up lies about my ma?

-Angus, okay, let me -- I'll explain.

I'll explain when I see you.

-I never told you those things.

That was hurtful, Reyka.

-I'm sorry, Angus. I...

Damn!

[ Engine revs ]

[ Pounding on door ]

Portia!

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Portia, it's Reyka!

[ Water splashing ]

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Portia. No!

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