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-Casey H.

-"H"?

-She's from Bryanston in Joburg.

-How does he get away so quickly?

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

and they both lead into stormwater drains.

We block every exit route.

-He'll migrate.

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

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

There was no sign of him.

-A married man died in my bedroom, Ma.

-My husband -- where is he?

I was told to come to this address.

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

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

-Are you fucking with me?

-Your bath's running.

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

I'm going to leave.

-Where are you going?

-Home.

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

our baby Gabriel the boy you made me give away.

[ Cellphone rings ]

-Portia?

-How's my brilliant girl?

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

Portia? It's Reyka!

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Portia. No!

[ Engine shuts off ]

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-And Peter got out of the boat...

and began to walk on the water towards Jesus.

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When he saw how strong the wind was, he became frightened.

And beginning to sink, he cried out, "Lord, save me!"

And immediately, Jesus stretched out his arm

and he caught him.

[ Footsteps echoing ]

"Oh, you of little faith. Why did you doubt?"

Let us pray.

Our Father, thank you for bringing us all together here,

in this day of hardship and times of trouble.

-I'm happy you came. -Thank you, Father.

Portia gets stronger every day.

-I do wish you'd held the funeral rites here, Angus.

-Portia didn't want a service.

The baby was very ill, and...

God took him to ease his suffering.

We made peace with that.

-I've been meaning to ask you

to come and speak at one of our "Youth Alive" seminars.

I mean, the kids would love it.

-Speak about what? -Your story.

Scotland to South Africa with the clothes on your back.

Now the owner of a successful banana farm.

-I don't know. Portia needs me at home.

-This might not bring you solace right now, Angus, but...

it takes a village to raise a child.

-Are you a giant?

-No. -A wizard?

-Definitely not.

-What are you?

-Mr. Speelman is a banana farmer.

-Do...you have monkeys?

-We do. We've got so many, they're a pest.

-Listen carefully. You're going to learn a lot.

-What did the banana say to the doctor?

"I'm not peeling well."

[ Laughter ]

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-Reyka! Reyka.

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[ Engine starts, revs ]

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[ Children chattering, laughing ]

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[ Car door closes ]

-I won't be long.

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-Portia!

I've got exciting news!

-Angus?

I can't do this anymore.

-You can't do what?

-I'm tired.

-I know.

[ Rocking chair creaks ]

-I miss him so much.

-Me too. -And it's my fault.

-Portia...

Do you trust me?

I found a girl.

-What? -At the church.

She's 12.

-12?

-Her name is...Reyka.

-Reyka? -Yes.

And she's mixed race.

-Like if we had our own?

-She's perfect.

Our daughter.

At last, we can have the family we've always dreamt of.

-Thank you.

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-Oh, my God!

Portia? Portia! Oh, no!

Portia, wake up! Portia, wake up!

Portia, wake...

[ Beep ]

-Reyka.

-How could you? -What, my love?

-Did you kill her?! -Who?

-You know who. -Portia?

-Yes, Angus, Portia.

-What? She's dead?

-You call me minutes before I find her dead,

and there's a promise ring on her finger.

-A promise ring?

How did she die?

When I left that flat, she was very much alive.

-So you were here.

-For one night. I made banana curry.

-Why would you kill her? She loved you, Angus.

-Listen to me, Reyka. I was there, we talked, I left.

-[ Cries ] Where are you now?

-Don't worry about that.

-I can -- I can come and get you.

We can talk.

-No, you've talked enough. I'm leaving.

You'll never have to see me again.

-No, Angus, wait! Angus!

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[ Beep ]

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Portia.

Portia!

I'm so sorry. [ Sniffles ]

-Looking for a room for the night?

Palm Bay Hotel.

Fancy.

Cheapest in Durbs.

-I need to lay low.

-[ Chuckles ] Cops never go inside.

[ Cellphone rings ]

-Zee? -Hey, babe.

For how long?

I'm with Zoe.

I thought I could go back to your place and go chill.

-Uh...

Casey H.

[ Ringing ]

-Missing-Persons Unit. -Sergeant Mathonsi, please.

-Please hold. -Thank you.

[ Ringing ]

-Mathonsi.

-Durban Harbour Police.

I think we've found one of your missing-persons cases.

Catherine Hoffman from Bryanston?

-Yeah? Is she alive?

She's the third murder victim of a serial killer

on the Durban docks, the Lover's Lane killer.

-Send proof of I.D. before I inform the parents.

Their daughter's been missing for two years.

I don't want to dash their hopes until we're certain.

-Copy that.

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[ Camera shutter clicks ]

No forced entry.

Looks like a fight started over here...

and ended in here.

Thank you. -Empty. Dispensed yesterday.

-OD'd? -Most likely.

-Speelman could've forced her to swallow the pills.

-Then there'll be scarring on the larynx,

skin under the fingernails, evidence of a struggle.

-She has scarring on her face and head

from being pushed underwater.

-Could be a previous injury.

Everything else points to suicide.

Running water, radio on her favourite station.

-Are you defending him?

-No, but I know him.

He's a paedophile, not a murderer.

-Can he be both?

-The pathologies are different.

He may be capable of violence, but kill her in cold blood?

Look at the promise ring.

-What about it?

-He gave one to all his abductees

as a memento of his love for us.

Portia could've put the ring on her finger

before taking her own life.

-Hmm.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Alright, let's get this body to the morgue.

-Brigadier.

Not without my approval.

Yes, sir.

I do know about the Water Summit.

No. I'm sorry, but...

Now?

I'm on my way. -What's going on?

-Brigadier's authorised a full-scale raid on Lover's Lane.

-You go.

-Anything you need, sir.

Yeah. -Yeah.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

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[ Engine revs in distance ]

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-Brigadier!

Brigadier! -I don't want to hear it, Reyka!

This comes from the Minister.

-I'm sorry.

All he cares about is the Water Summit.

It's a political move that will ruin the investigation.

-He wants everyone that fits the profile, your profile,

in handcuffs tonight!

-I know, but the profile changes.

-We don't have time for that! The harbour needs to be safe.

-You won't pick him up! -Why not?

-Because force will frighten him off.

He has escape routes.

-If I have to put the entire army through those tunnels,

I will.

-He'll migrate, perhaps closer to the Water Summit site.

-Don't you threaten me.

-Okay, if he feels safe, he'll stay.

The cane-field killer also preyed in

a tight geographical area.

It is what they do.

-I am tired of the psychobabble. I need results, Reyka.

-Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?

-Your head is gone. Everyone can see that.

-Oh, that's bullshit, Felix. -It's Brigadier Francke to you.

-I know these men.

If he takes flight, you'll never see him again.

You call off the raid or this case is over, Brigadier!

[ Car horn honks in distance ]

[ Knock on door ]

-One moment.

Yes? -Company?

-I'm sorry? -Woman.

-Oh, no, no, no.

-Nice African lady.

-A close friend passed this evening,

so I'd -- I'd prefer some privacy, thank you.

-We have many flavour for every taste.

-Not for me. -Why don't you?

-I just want to be left alone. Is that going to be a problem?

Thank you.

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[ Whimpers ]

[ Dance music playing, cheering ]

-Just go home, just go home, just go home.

You don't need a drink, Reyka.

[ Breathing deeply ]

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[ Keys jingling ]

Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck. [ Engine starts, revs ]

-[ Laughs ]

-Zee... you can't leave the door open.

It's not safe. -Hey, babe.

Say hi to Zoe.

-Hi, Zoe. How's the orphanage?

-No, it's a children's home. Behave.

-Okay.

-My bad, baby. Come sit here.

Come play with us.

-No, I think you guys should leave.

-Well, I think you should chill. Huh?

[ Video-game noises, Bong bubbling ]

-[ Sighs ] You can't smoke weed here.

-[ Coughs ] Baby, it's for personal use.

-I'm literally a cop, Zwelethu.

-Why are you raging? We all good --

-Listen, I can't do this right now, okay?

Sorry, Zoe.

But it's been a bad day.

-Ayanda --

-Okay.

Okay.

[ Sighs ]

Let's go, Zoe.

[ Door closes ]

-You like it? I told you you'd like it.

-What is it? -It's dolmades.

It's sort of...

Oh, Reyka. Reyka, my darling girl.

I missed you. -How was Mozambique?

I could've stayed forever.

-I'm sorry. -Don't be.

With everything else that's going on,

I didn't think you'd have time to take in a lodger.

-Yeah, how are you doing, darling?

-Hey. -What are you doing here?

-The shelter is lame.

I saw your address in the register, so...

-I'm sorry, sweetheart. You've got to go back.

-Maybe she can stay one night.

-No, Ma, she can't stay with us. It's unethical.

-[ Laughs ] Since when do you care about rules?

-Well, her mother is probably looking for her.

-She's working on a ship.

-Reyka, she needs help.

-Ma, I do not have this in me right now!

Portia killed herself today.

-Oh, my sweetheart. I'm so sorry.

-No, no. I'm going to bed.

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on door ]

-Look, uh...

-I just want to come home to a relaxed space.

-Of course. I understand.

-...with your friends or -- -I don't want to.

-Then go somewhere else. -I want to be with you.

I'm just saying, you're always working, Ayanda.

-It's not going to fly here. -Chill.

I'm not trying to fight. -Chill?

That's all you do. I work day and night!

My job pays the bills.

-Okay, okay. alright, I take that back.

Tell me about today.

-We ID'd the Lover's Lane victim.

She's a runaway. Casey Hoffman.

-How do you know?

-We found her hair tie at the Maritime Inn.

It matches the DNA... from her body.

-That's elite, baby. -It's teamwork.

-No, no. It's all you.

-Stop it.

-No.

Ayanda...

you're so amazing.

-I know what you're trying to do.

-Baby, you're right.

Every day, you get up and earn

while I'm just stuck here, trying to make ends meet.

-[ Pants ]

Your break will come.

-We'll see.

That's why I appreciate you, baby.

-That's what I need.

-I know what you need.

-What are you doing?

-Zee. -I'm doing us.

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-[ Breathes heavily ]

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[ Screams ]

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-[ Whistling ]

-Morning, morning. -Hey.

-[ Whistling ]

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[ Indistinct shouting, laughter ]

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-Welcome to Sunrise. How can I help?

-I wonder, do you keep a record of the kids who have lived here?

-In the past? Wow.

Uh, so many kids have come and gone,

it's impossible to keep track if they don't keep in touch.

-I have a name if that helps.

-Okay. -Gabriel Gigaba.

-Gabriel Gigaba? -Yes. Do you know him?

-Rings a bell, but I can't put a face to the name.

-He's my son. -Your son?

-Yeah, I haven't seen him since he was a baby.

-Really?

You gave him up?

-We had to. -Why?

-May I leave you my number, and if you come to hear anything --

[ Cellphone rings ] -Sure. Over here.

Sunrise Children's Shelter.

-Now, come. I want to see the playroom again.

-You see? It's not that bad when you give it a chance.

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-Hello. What are you doing? [ Laughs ]

Oh, sweet, man. The kids are adorable.

-Uh, yes, they can be.

Would you like to see the rest of the property?

-Oh, sure. -This way.

[ Cellphone rings, vibrates ]

-Yeah? -It's Angus.

-Hi.

-Did you find out what happened to Portia?

-She OD'd. -Told you.

-Angus, um, what do you want?

-I want to hand myself in. -Okay, okay, okay.

That's good, that's good.

-I can't live like this -- on the run.

I'm not a criminal. You know that.

-I know, Angus.

Let's meet. Just us.

-That sounds nice.

-You're doing the right thing, Angus.

-Thank you, my love.

But, first, I want something from you.

-Okay, what is it?

-There's a boy who grew up at the Sunrise Children's Shelter,

Gabriel Gigaba.

-Yeah?

-I want you to find him.

-Who is he?

-Someone important to me.

That's all you need to know.

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-Zee. Some old guy was here asking about Tokkie.

Claims he's his son,

but this toppie is white as snow.

Don't call him that. He's had it tough.

Tougher than most.

Yeah, I know.

He still scares me sometimes, too.

Don't start that again.

No, because you have a girlfriend who worships you.

Don't be trash, man.

[ Jazz music playing ]

-Uh, gin and tonic, please.

-It's happy hour somewhere in the world, right?

[ Both laugh ] -Indeed, it is.

Do you care to join me?

-Okay.

Are you a club member?

-No, no. I'm just interested in boats.

Uh, may I ask?

Cargo ships. -Mm-hmm?

-They travel as far as the UK?

-You get on the right one, it can take you

anywhere in the world.

-Oh. I mean... they take passengers?

-No, no. You have to be part of the crew.

-Oh. -Mm-hmm.

-So, what about stowaways?

-Well, if they're found, they get sent back to land.

Or they're made to walk the plank.

-Thrown overboard, eh? -[ Laughs ]

Yeah, shipowners can't afford to have stowaways on board.

-Well, I guess I better

buy a V.I.P. ticket on a passenger liner.

-Yeah, that's the style, Captain.

-Do it in luxury.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Is Reyka in? -Um...

-Can I speak to her?

-Who are you?

-Georgina.

I'm...Leon Lombard's widow.

-I...I don't... -Ma.

It's okay, Ma.

Do you want to come inside and have some coffee or something?

I'll get you a water, maybe?

-So, you and Leon worked together?

-Um...

well, Search and Rescue help detectives with cases.

-What do you do?

-I profile killers.

-Ah. Yeah.

He would've loved that.

-Georgina...

I didn't really know Leon that well.

-Yeah? Well, that makes two of us.

-He was your husband.

-I don't need you to tell me that.

-I'm sorry. I would never --

-If he was going to hurt his family by having an affair,

it must've meant something to him.

-Well, he never told me that it meant anything.

-I don't believe you.

He might've seemed tough on the outside,

but he always knew what he wanted.

-It wasn't like that with us.

-Us?

Wow. -I'm sorry. I didn't mean --

-I need to sit down.

Was he... going to leave his boys for you?

-What?

-Did he want a divorce?

-No. -Did he even love us?

-Georgina, please.

I don't know what it is that you want me to say.

-Did he?

-Well, to be honest...

he didn't speak about you.

-Really?

-I didn't even know he had kids.

-[ Sighs ]

Yeah. Thank you. I...

I have to go.

-Georgina -- -I'm fine. It's -- it's okay.

I need to pick up my boys from swimming.

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-[ Sighs ] Okay, are you spying on me now?

-I heard the gist of it.

-And?

-Did you know he had kids?

-What?

No, Ma. I would never have.

-I think you would have.

-How can you say that, Ma? -This is not about an affair.

This is about Speelman. -What?

This has nothing to do with Angus, Ma!

-You and I both know -- -What do you know, Ma?

-Your attraction to older men, father figures.

-I was not attracted to Leon because he was a father figure.

-Speelman still has a hold over you because he is.

-[ Sighs ] Come on, Ma.

-Every time he gets closer, you spin out of control.

-Closer? -He escaped from prison.

-Not to get at me. -He got to Portia.

He's contacted you, hasn't he?

What does he want?

-I don't know.

His prison doctor seems to think that he poses a danger to me.

-Please be careful, my love.

I'm so sorry...about Portia.

I know how much you loved her.

-Ma, she -- -I know.

She was a mother to you.

-[ Cries ] But...

She didn't des--

She didn't des-- She didn't deserve it, Ma.

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-Sir, ma'am, Detective Tanner.

-At last. -Is anyone hurt?

-It's a bit late for that.

-Sorry, ma'am.

Detective Services are overloaded with dockets,

and I got here as soon as I could.

-The constables you send here are useless.

They don't understand what's happening here.

-You say it's more than theft.

-Our store is being targeted.

-By who? -By people who want us out.

-We've been here for more than 30 years.

-Must we suffer because the police are busy?

-Can you identify the thieves, sir?

-Blacks. -Age?

-Okay, thank you.

Hopefully, this is an isolated incident

and they'll leave you in peace, yeah?

-That's it?

-[ Chuckles ] Yes, ma'am.

For now, that's it. Thank you.

-Wow. Fucking useless.

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-[ Breathing deeply ]

-Reyka. -Hey.

-Give me that name again. -Oh, yeah.

Uh, it's Gabriel Gigaba.

Arrived at Sunrise Children's Shelter in 1990.

-Gigaba, Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel.

Oh, here. -You got it?

-Yes. "Child assumed dead."

-Thanks -- Thanks, Jimmy.

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-Oh, I'm sorry. I... I must have the wrong room.

No, I-- I-I think you might be, um...

-Lala. For your more experienced needs.

-No. Listen, I'm not -- -Sir, special discount.

Pensioner rate. -I'm a foreign traveller.

I told you, I'd -- -That's what they always say.

-Look, I thought I'd made myself clear.

Listen, I'll tell you what. I'll just leave.

-Whoa. You owe money.

-Okay. Alright.

Uh, well, that's -- that's 250.

That's it. That's all I've got. Take it.

-[ Groans ] -The pin.

-I don't know. -The pin!

-I don't know. It's not my card!

I promise, it's not mine!

-You owe me.

I'll be back in the morning.

I want that pin.

-[ Groans, gurgles ]

-Lala, let's go.

[ Lock engages ] -[ Cries ]

-[ Groaning ]

[ Door closes ]

-Life with Zoe, huh?

-Huh? [ Chuckles ]

-Babe. -Hmm?

-Come to bed. I have an early morning.

-Okay. I'm sorry.

Oh, shit.

[ Grunts ]

[ Sighs, groans ]

-Zee. -Mm.

-Awesome.

-Where have you been? For a swim this early?

-How can you tell? -Aww!

Was it beautiful? -Oh, as always. Look.

-I miss that, Richie. Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Here's Reyka. Say hello. Say hello.

-Wait, Mom. I'm not... Hi.

-Ola, ola, Reyka!

-I'll call you later.

-Oh, and I'm obsessed with older men.

Right. Let's go with that. -Richard is my age.

-Oh, wow. Really? He looks 80.

-Oh, don't be mean.

I... I feel happy with him, Reyka.

Is that so awful? -No, Mom.

I get it, like I always do.

-On -- on that, um...

how would you feel if Richie came to stay for a few days?

-Here? -Of course, with me.

-Yeah, Ma. Do what you want.

-Thank you, sweetheart.

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[ Spoon clattering ]

[ Cellphone chiming ]

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-[ Whimpers ]

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[ Lock disengages ]

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-[ Snarls ]

-Okay. [ Cellphone rings, vibrates ]

Angus?

-Did you find Gabriel Gigaba?

-Yes. -You did? Where is he?

-I'll tell you, but only in person.

-Okay. I'll meet you inside uShaka Marine World, one hour.

You come alone, Reyka. I mean it.

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-What happened to Portia?

Angus, I met with Doc--

[ Sighs ] I met Dr. Lawrence.

He told me you'd want to hurt me.

-Never.

-He's wrong?

-You're my daughter, Reyka. Why would I hurt you?

-He thinks I humiliated you in the interview.

-Well, you lied.

You made me look weak, like some sort of victim.

-The part about your mother is true, Angus.

You told me that in my bedroom.

-Don't speak about her.

-It wasn't your fault, Angus. You were just a little boy.

-Shut up! Shut up!

-I'm sorry.

-Where's Gabriel?

-Who is he?

-He's my boy.

Our boy, Portia and me.

We had him before you.

-I thought you said you couldn't have kids.

-He was our beautiful boy.

Cursed. Cried all the time.

We abandoned him. Worst mistake of our lives.

Anyway...you found him.

Where is he? -Angus...

I'm sorry.

The records say that Gabriel is dead.

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You need to come with me now...

because we had a deal!

Angus! Angus!

Sorry. Excuse me, sorry.

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[ Gun cocks ]

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Hey!

Okay.

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-Don't move.

Put them back.

Do you want me to call the cops?

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Get out! Get out!

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[ Thudding, grunting ]

-[ Screams ]

Dad! Help!

Somebody!

[ Sobbing ] No! Help!

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