All language subtitles for Criminal Minds - Beyond Borders - S01E10 - Iqiniso .en

Jack: Over 68 million Americans

leave the safety of
our borders every year.

If danger strikes,

the FBI's International
Response Team

is called into action.

♪♪

[Man singing in native language]

[Crowd cheering]

♪♪

- Yeah.
- That's what I'm talking about.

♪♪

[Ice rattling]

[Needle scratching]

♪♪

[Exhales deeply]

We had a very good night, Aunt M.

Hmm?

I'd say any night where
I don't have to clean up

your broken bottles is a good night.

[Chuckles]

Boys, danke. You've
been such a godsend to me

these past few weeks.

No, thank you.

Honestly, hanging out
here has been just cool.

Yeah, I mean, if it weren't for you,

Timothy and I would be stuck somewhere

in the middle of Georgia,

- bulldozing dirt for Dad's company.
- [Chuckles]

Not exactly how you'd dream of whiling away

your days between semesters.

I'm going to miss you boys

when you have to go back home for school.

We'll miss you, too.

Ah. Goeie nag, boys.

- Good night.
- Night, Aunt M.

You know, I get why Dad
moved away from Johannesburg

back in the day, but I don't get

why he doesn't like
coming back here to visit.

Who knows? You know how Dad is.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm gonna take the rest of this trash out.

You need me to dump anything else?

Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna head upstairs.

Okay.

[Trash bag rustling]

[Door closes]

[Crash, glass shatters]

Tim, are you okay?

Tim?

[Door creaks]

[Siren wailing in distance]

Tim!

Hey, quit screwing around!

Hey. Hey, what happened?

[Gun clatters]

Brandon Smit, 22,

a senior at Hallridge University,

and his brother, Timothy, 18,

a freshman at Burlington Crest College.

Both boys hail from Roswell, Georgia.

They were on a break visiting
Johannesburg, South Africa,

where they'd taken temporary jobs in a bar

working for their aunt, Mariam Nell,

who reported them missing 24 hours ago.

Then eight hours ago,

police discovered the
body of Timothy Smit,

mutilated and staged
in an abandoned shanty

just inside the Azaria District,

one of the poorest
neighborhoods in Johannesburg

and 12 miles from their aunt's bar.

Brandon's still missing,
and it would appear

that his murder is consistent with this.

One month ago, Lara Bosch, 29,

was kidnapped from her home in Pretoria,

40 minutes north of Johannesburg.

Her body was later found
like this, also inside Azaria.

You know, the desecration of these bodies,

it's very specific.

Bodies caked in white clay,
spikes driven through foreheads,

tongues severed.

It's derived from

a rare Southern African divining practice,

which is meant to represent umkovu,

which are basically

corpses that have been dug
up and revived by a shaman

in order to do his bidding.

So you think our unsub
believes that he's recruiting

his own zombie soul brigade?

Now given the present status
of Brandon Smit's abduction,

the South African Special Forces Brigade

have taken charge of the mission.

Paramilitary tactics are a
bit of a blunt instrument,

don't you think?

That might be why our ambassador

and the South African foreign minister

have asked us to work with the S.F.B.

Well, time is not on our side.

Brandon's been missing
for over 36 hours now.

I mean, by the book, after 72,

a rescue mission usually
turns into a recovery mission.

Yeah, but if our unsub planned
on killing both brothers,

why wouldn't he have just
done it at the same time

and then arrange their bodies side by side?

Because, for whatever reason,

our unsub's not done with Brandon... yet.

As terrible as that sounds,

it may mean we still have time to save him.

[Metal scrapes]

[Inhales sharply]

[Metal scrapes]

- [Metal frame rattling]
- [Grunts]

[Metal scraping]

Where's my brother?

Hey! What have you done with him?!

[Breathing heavily]

- [Raspy male voice]
- Wena ungufakazi wami.

Wena ungufakazi wami.

What? What do you want?

Please!

No!

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Jack: A Zulu proverb reminds
us, "Hope does not kill."

[Men singing in African language]

[Indistinct conversations]

Man: Yes, we'll take care of it.

Welcome to you.

I am Brigadier General Yazeen Zwane.

You must be Unit Chief Jack Garrett, eh?

Yes, I am,

and this is my team,
Supervisory Special Agents

Clara Seger, Matt Simmons, and Mae Jarvis.

If you would, follow me, please.

I have been in constant communication

with your ambassador, as
well as our foreign minister,

and I assure you of the utmost cooperation

- with this mission.
- I appreciate that, General.

However, we are concerned

about the application of
counterinsurgency tactics

- in this investigation.
- I understand.

I suppose it seemed like, uh,
using a cannon to swat a fly.

Obviously, we'd feel more comfortable

coordinating this mission

based on a comprehensive criminal profile.

We really need to get to
work on that immediately.

- Brandon's life depends on it.
- I could not agree with you more.

That is why we've called in
our country's premier profiler

to assist you...

Lieutenant Ananda Doshi.

I am sorry. Will there
be a problem with that?

No. No problem.

But I'll wanna walk
through the body dump site

with Agent Seger,

and have Agent Simmons here
inspect the abduction site

while Agent Jarvis assists
with Timothy Smit's autopsy.

Certainly.

I will arrange for your escort

and for Lieutenant Doshi to meet you

at the Azaria scene.

- [Lowered voice]
- You sure you're gonna be okay

- working with her again?
- I'm sure.

Is this the same Ananda Doshi

that's responsible for
catching Gabriel Imani,

a.k.a. "The Archangel," in Madagascar?

Didn't you work that case, Boss?

Yeah, which is why I'm bringing it up.

Look, if they want her, we got her.

We have a job to do.

- [Afrikaans accent]
- Why did I allow my sons to go?

- [Southern American accent]
- I insisted you let them, Armand.

It's not like they
hadn't been there before.

- [Whispers]
- They missed your sister.

Then she should have come to visit us.

I'll still never understand
why she chose to stay

in that godforsaken place after I left.

Mr. and Mrs. Smit, I know
this a difficult time for you,

but you cannot blame yourselves

for what happened to Timothy and Brandon.

I wish I could believe you,

but a man's sole responsibility

is to protect the ones he loves.

That's why I left South
Africa 25 years ago.

I met my wife.

I wanted to start a
family in a better place.

I understand, Sir. I'm... I'm sorry.

I just have a couple more questions.

Given the neighborhood,

did the boys ever mention

being hassled by any of the local gangs?

No. Why?

Nothing specific.

We just have to evaluate
every possible threat.

Now, Mr. Smit, you immigrated
from South Africa in 1990

and then became a U.S. citizen in 2004?

That's correct.

And your only other living
relative in South Africa

is your sister, Mariam Nell?

- Is that right?
- Yes.

The boys just adored Mariam.

She and I were the ones who
made the arrangements for them

to stay and work down
there for a few weeks.

The only security camera the police found

was situated over this bar
pointing at the cash register.

Yeah. The only one I thought I needed.

That, and the geweer behind the bar.

Sorry. The... the what?

I bought a gun. A.38.

Right, but no gun was... was found.

It wasn't any help at all, was it?

I just never should have left them.

Ms. Nell, did you or the
boys ever receive any threats?

Ja.

A couple of Ibhuloho came
around a few months back.

They wanted me to start
paying them protection money,

but I refused to pay them.

You think they did this to my nephews?

Do you think you could identify these men?

Ja, I might.

Uh, just one last thing.

- You recognize this woman?
- No.

Monty: Her name is Lara Bosch.

Bosch?

Yes. Does that ring a bell?

No, I'm sorry.

You think she's involved somehow?

She's another victim, Ma'am.

♪♪

[Indistinct conversations in Zulu]

[Dog barking in distance]

Clara: Yeah, I've heard Doshi's methodology

can be a little unorthodox,

but you never told me what
happened between the two of you.

What caused the falling out?

I'm not sure this is the time.

I'm not sure it's fair to have
me go in there flying blind.

Doshi may have been
trained by Scotland Yard

in forensic psychology,

but she doesn't really
see herself as a profiler.

Then how does she see herself?

Ungesabi.

Ngizwe.

Wena akudingeki wesabe.

Timothy, speak, if you will.

It's been too long, Jack.

I'm told you now run

your own personal division of the FBI.

It's not my personal division.

It's the Bureau's
International Response Team.

I'm the unit chief.

And this is S.S.A. Clara Seger.

Lieutenant Doshi, your
reputation precedes you.

- [Sighs]
- I'm afraid that's my cross to bear.

The candles? I'm sure you waited...

Until the scene was processed. Yes, I did.

Unfortunately, the time
elapsed was far too long.

If Timothy found his way back here,

he did not linger for long.

You mean Timothy's spirit?

No. I mean Timothy himself.

I do not subscribe to the Western dualism

of physical versus spiritual.

When we die, there's not
some part of us that lives on.

It's the whole of us that evolves

into a new and marvelous incarnation.

Uh, if that is true, then why
would Timothy come back here?

Because the real tragedy of murder

is that our transmigration is
so abrupt that we get scared

and try to cling to this flesh and bone,

thus a homicide victim
lingers at his crime scene.

Well, based on the lack of blood evidence,

maybe Timothy didn't come back here

because this wasn't where he
was murdered and mutilated.

- Mm.
- Just where he was staged.

Yeah, staged in close proximity
of where Lara's body was,

just a quarter-mile away.

This Azaria District...

It appears to mean something to our unsub.

But he's a poacher. He likes
to hunt across a wide terrain.

Victoria to Johannesburg...

That's nearly 9,000 square kilometers.

Which isn't inconsistent
with our gang theory.

But the explicit precision of mutilations,

it seems more likely to
be a physical manifestation

of our unsub's internal fantasy psychosis.

You think so?

'Cause I think they
look like very convincing

"don't you dare mess with me" warnings.

Again, not inconsistent with the gang.

The only question is, to whom
are these warnings directed?

Still, why go to all this trouble?

If these are fear
tactics, they seem extreme.

This is South Africa, Jack.

We've been through some serious strife.

If you really want to put
the fear of God into us,

you definitely need to step up your game.

[Groans]

Uhh!

[Groaning]

Igazi.

Wena ungufakazi wami.

Iqiniso.

Mariam Nell's physical
description of the gang members

that approached her gave us these.

We have yet to I.D. them.

Okay, if all this is related to the gang,

not only do we need to ask
ourselves about their connection

to the victims, we need to ask, why now?

What's changed for them?

You know what I find most fascinating

about American criminal procedure?

Is the obsessive fixation

with applying logical motivations

to inherently aberrant
and impassioned behaviors.

You would prefer that we
apply a more emotional logic

to our analysis?

At some point, we must draw ourselves

into the hearts and minds
of these unknown subjects.

I disagree. That approach is
self-indulgent and reckless.

And why I would prefer
the guidance of the dead.

Gang or no gang, these
murders aren't just about fear.

They're about recognition.

Bodies left to be found.

The stark brutality of their desecration.

And holding on to a hostage
without so much as a word

to the families or to the authorities,

as if demanding, "Do I have
your undivided attention?"

And he won't stop until he feels satisfied

that we know exactly how much power he has

over life and death.

[Horns honking]

If we can find a way to deal with Nosumi,

would he sign the contract?

Maar dit is nie wat
hy gesê het nie.

[Alarm chirps, door unlocks]

No, we already agreed
that if we throw that in,

then we close the deal.

So come on, Gareth. Dit
is regtig nie moeilik nie.

[Engine sputtering]

- [Speaks Afrikaans]
- Gareth? Gareth?

I'm sorry. I have to call you back.

[Touch screen clicks]

[Hood creaks]

[Thud]

Uhh!

♪♪

I must say,

I'm surprised you agreed
to work with me again,

considering the way we left it.

Well, experience has taught
me to pick my battles.

Besides, the way we left it was...

You caught the bad guy.

But you still don't trust me.

Trust isn't the issue, is it?

Another body has been
discovered in Botes...

The heart of Azaria.

- Is it Brandon?
- We have yet to make

a positive identification of the victim,

since entry into this particular
quarter of the district

is precarious.

Well, let's gear up and get going.

I'm afraid I cannot allow it.

But we were allowed access
to the last crime scene

under similar circumstances.

Regrettably, local law
enforcement has ceded

control of certain
neighborhoods to gang elements.

It would be best for my officers and me

to secure the crime scene.

Lieutenant Doshi, if you would. Excuse us.

Wait. Hold on. How come she gets to go?

Because she talks to the dead,

and they do not bide at the scene for long.

Does one of you speak to the dead, too?

He can.

♪♪

[Engine turns off]

[Dog barking in distance]

[Rapid gunfire]

You good?

[Gunfire continue]

[Men shouting indistinctly]

Clear!

[Men shouting indistinctly]

You want we should let you bleed out

- right here in the street?
- No, no, no, no!

Who ordered you to take us out?

Ingwe! It was Ingwe!

Who the hell is Ingwe?!

Probably an alias. We will run it.

_

[Grunting and groaning]

I'm going to order a lockdown of Botes.

That is 20 square blocks.

I won't be able to hold it for very long.

I get it. We need to work fast.

That's not Brandon.

No, it's not.

Older than Brandon, but not by much.

And there's been no missing
persons report recently,

so no one's had any time to miss him.

Our unsub's window between
abduction and staging

is closing.

Don't move. You'll frighten him.

Let us bring you peace on your journey.

Ngubani owenze lokhu kuwe.

- Please.
- [Exhales sharply]

Ungahambi.

Oh! No.

[Crash]

[Sighs]

He's gone.

Ananda, we don't have time for this.

Brandon is still out there.

They're related...

This man and the woman,
the lawyer, Lara Bosch.

Besides that little voice inside your head,

- how do you know that?
- It's his voice, Jack.

Well, it's speaking to me,
too, and so is this scene.

Our unsub was right here.

Based on the wounds, this
accelerated pattern of attack,

I'd say it was less than two hours ago.

Which means he came prepared.

Which means he executes with
military-style precision.

So we may be looking for someone trained

as a child soldier

in the Congo, Sierra Leone, or the Sudan.

That would be in step

with his need to send this message of fear.

I agree. Agent Seger was right.

This is a manifestation
of a inner fantasy psychosis.

Whoever we're dealing with,

he's existing in a psychic borderland,

straddling the line between this reality

and the fantasy world
he's creating for himself.

With that kind of dysfunction,

he'll probably need to hide
behind someone else's identity.

Or possibly even masquerade
in another creature's persona.

♪♪

[Inhales sharply, grunts]

[Cranking, electricity crackling]

[Screaming]

[Panting]

[Continues screaming]

Kill me already! Just get it over with!

- [Distorted voice]
- You must bear witness.

You will be the one after the reckoning

who tells them all the truth.

Iqiniso.

- [Crackling resumes]
- [Screaming]

[Door opens]

Armand: You have news about Brandon?

No, not yet. I'm sorry.

There's just a discrepancy
I found I'd like to clear up.

- What do you mean?
- Well...

South African documents indicate

that Brandon was born there.

But your wife's records
reveal adoption papers for him.

Agent Montgomery, maybe
it has something to do

with my having started the process

of adopting Brandon in the U.S.

Before Armand and I
married in South Africa.

Does it really matter

if Brandon is not our biological son?

No, no, of course not.

I'm just trying to understand
why there's a difference

between South African
documents and American.

Obviously, someone made a clerical error

8,000 miles away.

General Zwane wanted you to know

that they have identified
the subject known as "Ingwe,"

the man who ordered the attack on our team.

It's an alias for Paul Ntombi.

Says here he was suspected of
being a top Ibhuloho lieutenant.

Even though he's been
behind bars for 25 years.

Kidnapped as a boy, Ntombi was
a child soldier in Mozambique.

Now we believe he's been in
control of the Ibhuloho Gang

- for more than a decade.
- That's interesting.

Possibly reaching out from prison.

He very well could be
the man behind our unsub.

So we might just wanna have
a little chat with this guy.

♪♪

Did you know capital punishment
was abolished in South Africa

on the 6th of June, 1995?

So hypothetically, if I
were involved with this,

since I am serving life, how
do you imagine punishing me?

Well, hypothetically, Paul,

international laws regarding
criminal conspiracies

resulting in the death of Americans

leans pretty heavy in our favor.

Meaning we could pack
you up, take you home,

where a lethal injection
will be waiting for you.

[Laughs]

Ah, yes, you Americans, mmh.

Always with your "kill them
all, let God sort them out."

I love it.

Hey, we are not playing games here.

This is all a game, my dear.

Why do you think General Zwane
wants you to waste your time

- talking to me?
- We're talking to you

because you ordered some
of your boys to kill us.

And we think that order has
something to do with the fact

that you're trying to
protect whoever's doing this.

We can link your gang to the victims

and you to a suspect.

It's only a matter of time, Paul.

But you help us catch this killer,

you can stay here, serving
life like nothing ever happened.

[Chuckles]

The thing is,

I don't want you to catch him.

As far as I'm concerned,

not enough Afrikaans blood has been spilled

to make up for the blood of my ancestors.

Yeah, I'd say you've really
done your ancestors proud,

killing and enslaving
your brothers over drugs.

- [Chains rattle]
- Don't you lecture me about my history.

If it weren't for Mandela,

there'd be no need for Ibhuloho.

If Madiba would have
done what was necessary

and exterminate the white devil,

there'd be plenty for all my people.

And what, you think you're the savior

of all those left behind?

Let me tell you something.

You are nothing but a parasite.

[Thud, chains rattle]

I will tell you something.

You want to know what this is? Hmm?

"Helter Skelter."

The beginning of the end.

There is a debt of blood out there,

and I will tell you, my dear,

payback is a bitch.

Woman on TV: 20 square blocks

of the Botes Neighborhood of Azaria

continue to be cordoned off by
law enforcement this evening

as the manhunt continues
for the suspects responsible

for the brutal slayings
of Attorney Lara Bosch,

American tourist Timothy Smit,

and what is now a third, yet
unidentified male victim.

The suspects are also
believed to be holding

- American Brandon Smit...
- Brandon Smit.

[Speaking indistinctly]

You don't think he could
be your old friend's son,

do you, Pa?

- Pa?
- What?

Brandon. Armand's oldest boy.

No, it can't be.

Armand and his family moved away years ago.

Ja, to the U.S.

_

_

- [Turns off tv]
- It can't be the same boy.

♪♪

I got an I.D. on our John Doe.

I pulled titanium dental implant
that had a P.N. number on it

which traced back to a local dentist,

who had a patient by
the name of Kurt Adams.

Now here's the kicker...

Family court records
indicate that Kurt Adams

is Lara Bosch's half-brother.

Simmons: Doesn't actually look

like Lara knew she had a brother.

Says here that Kurt is the illegitimate son

of her father, Rowan Bosch.

Okay, and here's where
it gets even more curious.

As far as anyone can
tell, Rowan is still alive,

but four weeks ago, when the
police tried to notify him

of his daughter's death,
he was nowhere to be found.

So you're not thinking he's a suspect.

I don't know what I'm thinking,

but I don't think it's a
coincidence that our victims

are either the offspring of
Rowan Bosch or Armand Smit.

So there has to be some kind of connection

between the two fathers.

Jack, hand me Paul Ntombi's file.

You think you know a link
between Ntombi and the fathers?

I think I now remember

seeing this umkovu
mutilation before.

[Papers rustling]

Yes. Ntombi was detained for questioning

on February 5, 1989,

in connection with the murder
of Constable Sara Miller.

Why is that significant?

I'll show you.

Constable Sara Miller...

Her assassination in the winter of 1989

set South African Defense
Forces on high alert,

particularly the Office of State Security.

- That's like South Africa's K.G.B.
- Only worse.

Their sole purpose was to
preserve and protect apartheid

by any means necessary.

In its dying days, the
Office of State Security

used Constable Miller's martyrdom

as an excuse to form a covert unit

to stamp out the anti-apartheid
movement once and for all.

It was code-named "Pretorius."

In 11 months, Pretorius was
responsible for the torture

and murder of 14 anti-apartheid activists.

But I suspect no one knew

what crimes Pretorius had committed

until after the fall of apartheid.

1995, when the truth and
reconciliation commission

was formed.

That's where this comes from.

Yes, the Truth and
Reconciliation Commission

was set up as an open forum for
people to confess their crimes

without fear of prosecution.

And in the name of national reconciliation,

the names of the three Pretorius
agents were never disclosed,

their crimes against
humanity never to be punished.

And so it would seem that
like my fellow South Africans,

I've not only tried to forgive,
apparently I nearly forgot.

And now years later,

our unsub mimics this particular murder.

Because maybe he's
identified these three men

and is now targeting
their children for revenge.

The cruelest punishment of all
is for a parent to bury a child.

In this case, child by blood, if we believe

that he's keeping Brandon alive.

Okay, not to be the naysayer here,

but accusing Rowan Bosch and Armand Smit

of being part of this group
is a pretty serious thing.

I would feel a lot more
comfortable if we had

- more to go on than just a theory.
- I'll have Monty follow up

with the covert history on Bosch and Smit.

We might find something in one
of our own intelligence files.

You know, with this latest crime scene,

I think we might have enough data

for Simmons and I to head back to the jet

and build a geo-profile.

And Agent Jarvis and I can
run our criminal profile

against a new pool of potential suspects...

The surviving family members
of Pretorius' victims.

Okay, let's get to work.

♪♪

Mr. Smit, I have something
I need to show you.

You recognize this man?

- Sorry, I don't know him.
- Okay.

Well, you can clear up one
more discrepancy for me.

This man's name is Rowan Bosch.

You two have something
very interesting in common.

Neither one of you is on record as serving

in the South African Defense Force.

What's interesting about that

is that military service was compulsory

for all white males until 1993.

What are you insinuating, son?

That'd be "Agent Montgomery," sir.

We have reason to believe
that Timothy was murdered

and Brandon was taken
as payback for Pretorius.

You were one of them, weren't you?

How dare you accuse me of that?

What in God's name is wrong with you?

What about my son? Where is he?

I swear, if he dies,

I will hold you personally responsible,

Agent Montgomery.

I'm sorry, Jack.

I shouldn't have confronted him like that.

Just when I compared the two bios,

I realized I had seen
the pattern of detail,

or lack thereof, before,

in cover stories created
for Witness Protection.

Then he had the nerve to
look me in the eye and lie.

But his deflection confirms our theory.

He and Bosch are two of the
three agents of Pretorius.

And now we're face-to-face
with one of the men responsible

for torturing and murdering
14 innocent people...

People who were just
fighting for their freedom,

and there's not a damn thing we can do

to bring them to justice.

I know, but I think
the best thing right now

is to remember the sins of the father

have nothing to do with the son.

We need to stay focused
on saving Brandon's life.

- [Sighs]
- You're right.

How's it looking?

Oh, well, the biggest
challenge has been reconciling

the two axioms of serial killer behavior.

Right... never commit a
crime too close to home,

and never travel further than necessary

- to get your victims.
- But our unsub is a poacher.

He's willing to go the extra mile.

Which complicates the math for our model.

But Monty hooked us up with this program

that helps us compare
the patterns of our unsub

with the patterns of past serial killers

active in similar urban terrain.

So... it should be able to calculate

the highest probable location
of our unsub's home, sweet home.

Nice work.

Looks like our unsub may be
somewhere in Briars Point.

Yeah, but by home, we're
probably not talking

about his residence.
This guy wants isolation.

So he might just like this old
Norris Mining Industries Plant

which closed in 1975.

Clara, you coordinate
from the command post.

Simmons and I will round up
General Zwane and his men.

♪♪

- Brandon.
- Let me go. Please.

- Brandon.
- What?

Hey. You're gonna be all right, son.

I'm Jack Garrett, FBI. You're safe.

♪♪

FBI! Don't move!

Drop your weapon!

Man: Drop it!

Beka phansi isibhamu!

Do not move! I will shoot!

His arm's tied to the chair.

♪♪

Oh, my God.

It's Rowan Bosch.

Son of a bitch lobotomized him.

[Groaning softly]

Thanks.

- So Bosch is in critical condition.
- [Cell phone beeps]

Brandon appears to be stable.

They're both on their
way to the hospital now.

- Well, that's good news.
- Yeah.

Bad news is, our unsub staged the scene

like he knew we were coming.

Doshi: Or he knew
this was his end game.

Maybe our beast is on his final hunt.

Where are we in running the profile

against our victims' families?

Nowhere is where we are.

There's not one viable suspect in the pool.

And there's still one more
agent of Pretorius to identify.

Even if he is dead,

his children or blood
relatives are in danger.

- There's something we're missing.
- Mae: About what?

- The victims? Pretorius?
- I'm not sure, but I don't think

we're looking at this the right way.

I mean, it was the last gasp of apartheid.

Even President Botha

was willing to negotiate
with Mandela for peace.

Something had to be done,

especially in this security state where...

Where white is black,

and black is white.

Okay, there was a man named David Lubbe.

He was arrested and confessed

to killing Miller.
He died in prison.

Monty?

Clara, what if the murder
of Constable Miller

was a false flag?

What if it had been this covert op

that was designed to incite
the social unrest necessary

to justify the creation of Pretorius?

Well, if that's true...

Well, then we need to apply our profile

to the family of Sara Miller.

Do you remember Constable Miller?

You remember what you
and your Pretorius boys

did to my sister?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You have the wrong man!

- [Yells]
- [Grunts]

The wrong man went to prison.

- [Grunting]
- And he died there.

Rowan Bosch told me everything.

He came to me, dying of
cancer, asking for forgiveness.

Even had documents to prove every word.

Please. There must be
something that I could...

- You could do?
- Yes.

Hmm. You can wait with me
for your little girl Lydia

to come home, and you can
watch as I spill her blood

all over this floor.

Her blood, and the
blood of your grandchild.

Constable Sara Miller's family
was devastated by her death,

none more so than her brother Curtis.

He attended David Lubbe's trial every day

and later received a discharge

from the South African
National Defense Force

based on concerns about his mental health.

Says here Miller's
parents passed away in 2000

and Curtis inherited the family home

in Auckland Park.

Which S.F.B. officers just raided.

There was nothing there.

Looks like he cleared out weeks ago.

So Curtis Miller's in the wind,

and we still don't know who
this third Pretorius agent is.

- His children are in imminent danger.
- Monty,

you've held off notifying
Armand Smit and his wife

about Brandon's rescue, right?

- As you requested.
- So now we have no choice.

The only way to get the name
of that third Pretorius agent

is for Monty to get it from Smit himself.

But doesn't he actually have
to admit who he is first?

That's exactly what he has to do.

So... I have news about your son.

[Door closes]

We rescued him.

He's alive and recovering
at Brisbane Hospital.

Oh!

[Exhales sharply]

He was found with Rowan Bosch...

Or what's left of him.

Rowan Bosch?

Is... is he related to
that woman you showed us?

Yes.

He was her father.

He worked with your husband in Pretorius.

Pretorius?

This is harassment.

I'll sue you and the Bureau.

Armand, what's going on?

You go ahead and do that, Mr. Smit.

But right now is what my
grandmother likes to call

a "come to Jesus" time.

There are lives at stake.

I know you and Bosch were
two of three men in Pretorius.

I'm gonna need that third man's name,

before his children suffer the same fate

as Kurt...

And Lara...

And Timothy,

your own son.

What did you do?

Nothing. I did nothing wrong.

Seriously? You're just gonna let the blood

of that man's children be on your hands?

Let's go, Camille.

Oh, you think the blood

will just blend in with all the rest, huh?

Hey! Look at him!

Now give me the man's name.

I knew there were secrets about your past,

but... I loved you,

so I never asked you any questions.

We knew a Bosch once.

When we first met.

And there was another man.

- Camille, please.
- His name was...

Coetzee.

Noah Coetzee.

He may still live in Bloemfontein.

- [Whispers]
- Thank you.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Dog barks in distance]

- [Noah groaning]
- Pa?

- No!
- Pa?

Lydia! Get out!

- Uhh!
- [Grunting]

- [Cell phone beeps]
- Aah!

No! No! Oh!

My baby, please! Please, my baby!

- No, please.
- Noah, look at this.

- [Gasps]
- My baby, please.

Let her go. Kill me. I did it.

What did you do? Tell me. Tell her.

♪♪

I murdered your sister.

Armand, Rowan, and I, we ambushed her

when she was on patrol in Azaria.

I wanted to shoot her,

but Rowan wanted to make it look more Zulu.

So Armand stabbed her.

And I knew the young
man we could pin it on.

- FBI.
- Zwane: Let her go.

Get out.

Curtis, we know the truth
about your sister's murder,

and we're here now to
punish the men responsible,

so you don't have to hurt this
woman and her baby. Let her go.

You cannot punish these men.
They're protected forever.

No, Curtis, you don't understand.

So I will end them forever.

- [Grunts]
- Please.

No!

[Both grunting]

[Gasping]

[Breathing heavily]

[Exhales deeply]

♪♪

You have a good team.
You should be very proud.

- I am.
- I understand why you think

my methods diminish the
science of criminal profiling.

- It's not magic.
- No, it isn't,

but I wish you could understand

that you and I are not
as different as you think.

In every fiber, in every print,

in every drop of blood left behind,

are not the dead speaking to you, Jack?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

But maybe what's most important

is that I speak for them.

[Men singing in African language]

♪♪

Brandon?

Camille: Oh, my baby.

Mom.

Armand Smit...

- [Handcuffs jangle]
- You're under arrest for murder.

Murder? What murder? What
are you talking about?

Stop! I have complete immunity.

- The Commission decreed it.
- You're right.

You have immunity for the
14 murders you committed

while you were an agent of Pretorius.

But not for the one that created it.

The staged execution of
Constable Sara Miller.

And there is no statute
of limitations on murder.

Court's already granted your extradition.

You're going home to stand trial.

Jack: Get him out of here.

It may have been delayed,
but justice wasn't denied.