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-Portia?

Portia!

-She has scarring on her face and head

from being pushed underwater.

-Could be a previous injury.

Everything else points to suicide.

-Are you defending him?

-No.

But I know him.

-Tell me about today.

[ Text alert ]

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

[ Gasps ]

-We found her hair tie at the Maritime Inn.

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

Gabriel Gigaba.

-I can't put a face to the name.

-He's my son.

-Your son? -Yeah.

-Don't move!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Thud ] -[ Grunt ]

-[ Screams ]

♪♪

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

What does he want?

-Did you find Gabriel Gigaba?

-Yes.

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

-The records say that Gabriel is dead.

-Because we had a deal!

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

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-One...

two...

three...

four...

five.

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-Zoe?

[ Zoe giggles ]

Zoe?

Zoe, where are you?

Tok, tok!

Zoe! Zoe!

Zoe!

Zoe, Zoe.

Zoe.

-Whoo!

Come, you have a visitor.

Come along.

-Gabriel, here's your mother! -Oh!

-Oh, my boy!

-We found him in our records.

-...is she legit?

-Of course.

This is why I told you not to get too close to these kids.

-Gabriel...

-Tokkie!

Tokkie!

Tok, tok, tokkie!

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Tokkie! Tokkie!

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[ People cheering ]

-The moment to bridge

the chasms that divides us has come.

The time to build is upon us.

We have, at last,

achieved our political emancipation.

We pledge ourselves to liberate all our people...

-Mama!

-...from the continuing bondage of poverty...

-Mama! -...deprivation, suffering,

gender and other discrimination.

We succeeded to take our last steps to freedom

in conditions of relative peace.

We commit ourselves

to the construction of a complete,

just, and lasting peace. [ Mabusi moaning ]

-This is a breaking news update.

The Durban police have just reported

the disappearance of a 12-year-old girl from Musgrave.

Tragically, she was abducted... [ Moans of pleasure ]

...earlier today while in a voting queue with her mother

Authorities are urgently seeking any information

that could help in locating her.

If you have seen or heard anything,

please contact the Durban police.

Let's come together as a community...

[ Moaning intensifies ] ...and bring this young girl

back safe. Stay tuned for more updates

on this developing story. [ Moaning continues ]

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[ Gate rattles ]

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[ Gate clangs ]

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-[ Gasps ]

[ Seal barks ]

[ Crowd cheers ]

[ Crowd cheers loudly ]

[ Seal barks ]

-Hey, there, boy.

[ Seal grunts, roars ]

Hey, take it easy! Hey, just stay calm!

[ Gunshots, crowd screams ]

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

Shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Wow.

Fuck.

[ Seal grunts ]

[ Seal barks ]

-Sorry, sorry.

Police.

Sorry. Police. Police. Police!

Police!

[ Breathing heavily ]

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[ Breathes deeply ]

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-Thank you again. I really apologise for this.

Thank you. Thank you.

-I'm sorry.

-What the hell were you thinking?

-I know, I know. I'm sorry, but I had no other choice.

-And with kids running around.

And why are you seeing Speelman without backup?

-He insisted on it. He wouldn't have seen me otherwise.

-Who's in charge? You or him?

-Where is he?

-We're looking at CCTV footage.

-Oh, he got away. -For now.

Reyka,

you are not okay.

You need to see a clinical psychologist.

-Well, when this is done.

-Not when this is done.

Now.

And that is an order.

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Fuck.

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-Yeah, okay.

Give her an hour, then question her again.

-Yeah. [ Phone rings ]

-I'm sorry. I've got to take this.

[ Ringing ]

Thuls?

How's boarding school?

Thuli?

What's up?

You okay?

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[ Gun cocks ]

-[ Gasps ]

Ayanda.

What the fuck?

-You tell me.

-Ayanda, baby...

It's a sexual offence.

It's voyeurism!

-Okay, okay, okay. I fucked up, okay?

Take it easy.

-Oh! Okay.

-Fuck.

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-Hair ties, shoes,

pictures of Lover's Lane.

What is police evidence doing on your phone?

-The Lover's Lane case is a social issue.

And my audience is hungry for this.

Okay? They're hungry for this content.

I ordered these props online

to re-create the experience for my audience.

None of this is real, baby.

-So you say.

-[ Whimpering ] Please. Please don't --

-It's pretty damn unethical.

Both crimes.

-...for me to be able to provide for us,

to make money for us, baby.

The rest of the stuff is fake.

None of it is real.

-Just get out!

[ Breathing heavily ]

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-Hey.

Hey.

You believe me, don't you?

-I don't know what to believe right now.

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-Okay--

You can do whatever you want, okay?

Whatever you want. -Get out.

Get out! Get the fuck out of here!

Take your shit and go!

-Okay, okay.

Okay. Okay.

-[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Door opens ]

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-[ Sobbing ]

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[ People shouting ]

[ Shouting continues ]

-Blunt force trauma.

It's probably a botched robbery.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

-No.

The attack is too brutal for a random thief.

The behaviour speaks to a deep rage.

-You people know nothing!

How many times?

I -- -Ma'am--

-Get out of my face! -Ma'am, please.

I know this is hard.

-No, you don't know. -Ma'am.

-We warned you thousands of times

that our store was being targeted,

that they want us out.

Pure racial hatred.

But you did nothing.

[ Sobbing ] And now my dad--

-I'm sorry for your loss, but I promise you,

we will find the person responsible for this.

-No, you won't.

You never do.

Just yesterday, I called to complain about these people.

And what did you all do?

What kind of monster

kills a man for a pair of second-hand shoes?

-Shoes? -Yes.

-You sell them?

What type?

-Leather Brogues.

-My colleague said you caught a glimpse of the killer.

Is that right?

-It was so quick.

-No, no, no. What did you see?

-He -- He wore a coat.

Like the ones that they wear on the docks.

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-Okay. Race? Age?

-Young, maybe 30. Black.

-We need you out here, Detective.

-[ Cries ]

-Hey, hey, hey! Stand back!

Back off!

Everyone, this is a crime scene,

and the police need to do their work!

Look, I understand your frustration,

but we're doing everything we can.

You're gonna ruin our chances to catch this guy!

Reyka!

Is everything okay? -Excuse me?

-I just got a call from Thuli.

-What?

-It was probably a pocket dial, but--

-Okay. Well, if she calls again...

[ Phone rings ]

-I'll let you know.

-What, Tanner?

-Nothing. Get that. I'll take care of this.

-You cool? -Yeah, I'm fine.

[ Ringing continues ]

Ayanda? -Hey.

The bank picked up two new cash withdrawals

from Portia Maseko's account.

One from an ATM close to her apartment.

-Angus?

-Mm-hmm.

I've put surveillance on that ATM.

-Block the account?

-Already done.

-He won't last a night without money.

-You going in?

-Uh, later.

Brigadier forced me to go to therapy.

You? You still home?

-Yeah.

I just, uh...

had some personal shit to handle.

Come in a bit later.

-Yes, ma'am.

[ Seagulls squawking ]

Reyka Gama to see Dr. Rudd.

-Please fill this in.

-Must I do this now?

-Yes, please.

-Okay, Dr. Gama.

Mm. Nope.

Okay. "Would you describe yourself

as being in a stable relationship?"

Um...

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Okay, thank you. Done.

Upstairs?

-Yes, upstairs.

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-Reyka.

Did I say your name correctly?

-Close enough.

-It's not important that I get your name right?

-I said it is fine.

-I'm Steven Rudd.

-Hey, Steve-O.

-Making friends is hard.

Just hang in there, sweetheart. It'll get better.

-Okay.

-Oh, Thuli. Don't get a fright,

but your mother is on the front page

of the Coastal Sun again.

-What is it? -[ Laughs ]

Nothing serious. You'll see.

Okay. Bye, honey-bunny.

Mwah! [ Chuckles ]

-What is it about your medical history that you're cagey about?

-I'm not cagey.

-Don't you negate your history by not filling out the form?

-Well, the forms are bureaucratic,

and I assume you already know about me.

-Should I?

-Well, shrinks tend to know about me.

-[ Chuckles ] Must be living under a rock then.

-It's okay.

-Would you like to tell me who you are?

-Well, if you don't know, it doesn't matter.

-You famous?

-Infamous.

-For what?

-For being a survivor of child rape.

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[ Scoffs ]

-Do you expect your reputation to speak on your behalf?

-No.

-Fill in the gaps for me.

-Criminal profiler.

PhD in Psychological Violence.

When I was 12 years old,

I was taken by a paedophile named Angus Speelman,

and he kept me for 3 1/2 years before I escaped.

-Go on.

-That's all.

-That's a lot.

-[ Scoffs ]

No offence, but this just isn't gonna work for me.

-What isn't?

-Talking to you.

-Okay.

I, uh...

I've got a hell of a busy day. Let me just check here.

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[ Sighs ]

-No, 'cause nothing you people ever do helps me.

You know, you want me to cry, talk about my childhood trauma,

but that's just not gonna happen.

-Okay.

-Because I've moved on from all of that.

-Congratulations.

-Thank you.

So I'm done?

-Your PhD.

Your training.

Doesn't that make you one of us?

-No.

-You've got disdain for psychological knowledge,

yet you are defined by it.

-I'm defined by being a child abductee.

-Let's start there.

-I'm not gonna talk about my childhood trauma!

Come on, stop!

-You don't have to talk about anything.

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-Okay, you're right.

I mean, I had the training. I know how it works.

I know the tricks.

-Tricks?

There are tricks to therapy?

-Sure.

-So you anticipate being deceived

by the person you're supposed to trust?

-I do.

-Why?

-Because it's not credible.

-What is?

-The process.

-No two therapeutic processes are ever the same.

-Mine are the same. Rinse and repeat.

Look...

I respect psychotherapy.

You know, it's helped my daughter,

and for that, I'm grateful,

but I know how it works.

-The tricks?

-Yes, it's institutional nonsense.

You know, I don't need your help.

I'm just here because I have to be.

It's going to be a waste of both of our--

Can you f--

Can I go?

-Sure.

-I'll show myself out.

-Before you do... -[ Breathes deeply ]

-...do you want me to tell you what I think?

-Yeah.

-You're emotionally dysregulated

with a great deal of insecurity about your own identity.

You use anger...

to cover your vulnerability.

And you struggle to...

have a truthful relationship with yourself.

-Oh, and I completely agree with you.

You're not strong enough to...

to go through this process yet.

-Excuse me? -But that's okay.

Not everybody is.

-I'm not strong enough?

-For therapy, yes.

-Go fuck yourself.

[ Children giggling ]

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[ Indistinct children chatter ]

[ Giggling continues ]

-Did you see this?

Dude, what's up with your mom?

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Wait. Thuli?

Thuli!

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-So, are we suggesting they're connected?

-Oh, sorry. Um...

Uh, not yet, but there are similarities.

-Lover's Lane and a cobbler shop?

-Eyewitnesses from both crime scenes

ID'd the killers wearing a jacket or a coat.

-Well, around here, they're quite common.

-Shows that the killer has access to the docks.

-Yeah.

Both victims reacted.

That's what triggered the perpetrator's rage.

-The inconsistency is that the cobbler murders

is a crime of passion.

Spontaneous, unplanned,

blind rage, yes, but uncontrolled.

The Lover's Lane murders are serial murders.

Consistent, repeated, organised.

-So they're unrelated?

-I don't know, or...

Or the killer's evolving.

-That can happen?

-I mean...

I've never seen it before, but it is plausible.

Our killer is prevented from operating on Lover's Lane

because of our police presence, but his rage builds.

He sees the shoes in the cobbler's shop,

and he cannot help himself.

The cobbler prevents him from stealing them,

and this triggers his rage again.

-So our geographical profile has widened?

-Lover's Lane is important,

but the main trigger is -- is the shoes.

-So...

two investigations that could be one case.

-Yeah.

-We're gonna have to coordinate with KwaDungezwa Police.

so you can work with the lead detective there.

-Tanner. -Yeah.

Pool resources, intel, whatever.

The Water Summit is right around the corner.

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-Gama.

-Huh? Yeah.

-Uh... have you got a moment?

-Yeah. Sure.

-In private.

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Yeah, photos of our case on his vlog.

Pics?

Yeah, "evidence."

Murder weapons, crime scene photos, shoes.

-How did he get them?

-They're fake.

He re-creates details of the cases for his audience.

-Evidence is fake?

-Yeah, possibly.

Even the pictures of the crime scene.

From what he knows from what I've told him about it.

-Well, tell him to take them down.

Our killer could be on his vlog.

Look, it's unethical, but it's probably harmless.

Your boyfriend has nothing to do with our case.

-There's something else.

Zee and I...

enjoy recording ourselves having sex.

-Okay.

-But now he's gone and posted it on a WhatsApp group.

-Report him! That's an invasion of privacy!

-He'll just say that it was consensual,

and I'll look like "that girl".

-Okay. You are not that girl.

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He clearly has issues with boundaries.

I know men like that.

Let me talk to him.

-No, no, I don't want you to get involved.

-No, no. I'll be gentle.

I'm intrigued whether he has any theories on our case.

-Young girl here to see you, Reyka.

-I'm sorry.

You gonna be okay? -Yeah.

Go.

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-Where?

Hi. -Hi. Sorry to bother you.

-What are you doing here?

Just come with me.

Go in here. Any news on your mom?

-Uh, no.

-She didn't come home? I'm sorry, Jodie.

-Yeah, Elsa has been helping me look for her.

-Yeah, I heard.

-She's been really nice.

-Your mom will turn up. She always does, right?

-I guess.

Oh, I've got a lead for your case.

-Okay.

Which case, honey?

-A helper at the children's shelter, Zoe,

she lives near Lover's Lane.

She says there's a creepy guy who hangs out there.

He harasses people who live in the storm water drain.

Zoe says everybody is really scared of him.

-Okay. Well, he could be homeless.

-He's got a knife.

-Oh. What kind of knife?

-I don't know. A normal-looking one.

You should speak to Zoe.

-Okay. I will add that to my list.

-Is that it?

-Yeah. That's it.

Now, come on. Let's get you back to the shelter

because I've got a ton of work to do and a killer to find.

-I can come with.

-No! You're a minor, Jodie.

You can't be part of a police investigation

without a guardian. -You're my guardian.

-I will arrange that you get a ride home.

-Wait, there's more.

-Jodie, I really don't have time --

-Zoe says he wears a dock worker's jacket.

A really big one that covers his face

so nobody knows what he looks like.

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-Eyewitness reports there's a guy,

hangs around Lover's Lane, wears a dock-worker jacket.

Better check it out. -Who's the witness?

-A source.

-I might not be Leon, but I've also got your back, Reyka.

-What? -Leon.

-No one wants you to be Leon, Tanner.

-You guys were close?

-It was a mistake.

-Why?

Why was it a mistake?

-He was married.

-Well...it looked like he made you happy.

Never seen you happy with a man before.

-You know what?

Don't say shit like that,

because I don't need a man to be happy.

[ Engine starts ]

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-Yes!

Yo, settler!

Once the white were king!

Now they sleep with rats!

I'm talking to you, pilgrim!

Who do you think you are?

Huh?

You think you better than us!

You in the same place as me, and you look at me like that?

Huh?

-[ Grunts ]

-It's not your world anymore!

Look at me!

Hey, "King of England"!

-The recent Lover's Lane murders

have emerged at the worst time

for eThekwini Durban KwaZulu-Natal.

The International Water Summit is to be hosted in a few days.

Municipality already having to do damage control.

What is going to happen, Mzansi?

What is going to happen?

[ Phone rings ]

-Hey, sweetheart. It's late.

Why are you still awake, Thuli?

[ Thuli whimpers ]

-Mama...

-Hey. What's wrong?

Thuli, tell me what is going on, please.

-I'm scared, Mama.

[ Thuli sniffs, cries ]

-What?

S-Sweetheart, I mean, um...

a-about what?

-[ Crying ]

-Thuli, I need to call you back. I'm sorry.

I'll come -- I'll come and see you tomorrow.

Bye. Bye-bye-bye-bye-bye.

[ Keys rattle ]

[ Engine starts ]

-[ Cries ]

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-Back in your car! Get back! Get back!

Police! Leave him!

On your knees!

Get up now!

Hey! On your knees! -Okay.

Okay, okay. -Hands on your head!

-Okay, okay.

Please don't hurt me.

Okay, I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

-Are you fucking me?

What are you doing here?

-I shouldn't be here. I-I made a mistake, okay?

I'm sorry.

-Get up. You're coming with me.

Get -- -Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

[ Rat squeaks ]

-Move! Move!

Why are you sleeping at this time?

You must move.

[ Canvas sheet crackles ]

-[ Sighs ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Sighs ]

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[ Stones scratch on cement ]

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Is that water clean?

-Police! -No, no, no! Convict!

[ Boy chuckles ]

Prison.

I want to get on a boat.

U.K.

-Many ships.

Cargo ships, broken, waiting.

Leave for U.K. in three days.

-Broken.

Waiting?

They're at dry dock.

-So you get on ship now.

-Now?

-Yes.

So you hide.

-First class all the way.

-Number 3-6-9.

-3-6-9?

[ Both laugh ]

-Yes!

Yes!

-Thuli?

Babe?

Are you happy?

Can we talk?

-About?

-Thuli...

Come sit.

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So, Tanner told me that you called him.

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Why?

-[ Sniffles ]

Because he's my friend.

-Okay.

But I'm your mom.

Okay? And if you need to talk, please

talk to me.

-It's -- It's not always that easy.

-Why?

-I -- I don't know.

You're just always...

You're just always too busy.

-Thuli...

Okay.

I'm never too busy for you.

Is this about Angus Speelman?

Okay. He's not gonna hurt you again.

You're safe -- -That's what you said

the first time.

-Thuli...

-I just need you to be here.

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-Okay. I love you.

Okay, and I'm sorry that you're feeling this way.

I'm really sorry.

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-[ Whimpers ]

-And I'm gonna -- I'm gonna do better. I promise.

[ Sniffles ]

I will.

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

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[ Keys rattle ]

-Ah, dammit.

Where is that key?

[ Keys rattle ]

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-Father.

-Greetings, my son.

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-Okay.

Water?

-No.

-Name, for the record.

-Zwelethu Mbatha. Is Ayanda here?

-No. For now, I am the lead on the Lover's Lane case

and nobody else.

She hasn't been informed of your arrest

to avoid any conflict of interest.

-We will get ahold of her as soon as I'm done with you.

-Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been there.

Got carried away.

-Okay.

What were you doing at an active crime scene?

-It was innocent. It's for my vlog.

I create content.

-Okay.

Content like these?

-Wait. W-Where did you get that?

-Well, your girlfriend was rightfully upset.

With good reason, I believe.

-Like I said, this is something I'm doing for my vlog.

I already told her, none of this is real.

This is how I make my money, okay?

-Well, you have to put yourself in my shoes.

You know, I'm staking out one of the most dangerous places

right now, and I find you there,

creeping up on unsuspecting people,

wearing exactly what the person that I'm looking for is wearing.

-So, what? You're gonna arrest me because of coincidence?

-I could.

Obstruction of justice.

Tampering with police evidence.

Real people's lives are ruined in cases like this.

-No, you blame the Internet. Don't blame me.

-Ayanda and I work very hard to catch these types of people.

People that killed.

Those men and women, and, what, you just...

Well, you just -- you just get off on it.

-No, I think you're trying to intimidate me for no reason.

-Okay. -If I was any kind of lead,

you would've arrested me as the actual killer.

Instead, you have me here for what?

As a crime enthusiast?

Being socially open?

Or is it something more personal?

Hmm?

-What the hell are you on about?

-Ah. You sit here playing this little act of yours,

this little "consent" act of yours,

but the truth is, you were probably watching that video...

hoping that it was you, isn't it?

-Look, I'm more than happy to convert a dyke --

-Now, look, you little boy,

you don't know me, so don't try me!

Okay? You're gonna delete everything off your phone

and the vlog related to Lover's Lane,

and then you are going to apologise to Ayanda.

-Go fuck yourself.

Aah!

-How do you like that, huh?

See, men like you think you're so strong, so powerful.

How do you feel?

You've humiliated your girlfriend for the last time.

Are you going to apologise? Huh?!

-[ Groans ]

-Now say it. Say, "I'm an abuser."

Say it! Say it!

Say it! -Reyka!

-Say it! -Reyka!

-I'm an abuser. -Enough!

Walk away! Walk away!

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-[ Grunts ]

Fuck.

[ Breathes heavily ]

Fuck.

-[ Sighs ]

[ Breathes deeply ]

[ Yawns ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Glass crinkles ]

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[ Sighs ]

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-Mom?

Mo--

[ Elsa laughs ]

-No tan lines. Where did you go?

Oh, I know that secret.

[ Both laugh ]

-[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Door rattles ]

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[ Rattling continues ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Mans quietly ]

[ Panting ]

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[ Elsa groans ]

[ Moans happily ]

[ Elsa giggles ]

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-[ Whimpering ]

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-[ Soft crying ]

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[ Quiet sobbing continues ]

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-[ Sobbing ]

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