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[John Tyrone] Did you take a chopper out yesterday?

Yes, Dad, I did.

I sprayed the fields with toxin.

Did you spray all the fields?

Just field 8A.

He's still active?

The Coastal Sun editor, please.

I would like to officially confirm

that the cane field murders is a serial killer.

Reyka, you need to see this.

You find out where Portia is, I'll give you this map.

On it is Lucy's burial site.

[gentle music]

[unsettling music]

Ho, ho, ho.

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

♪ Oh what fun it is to ride on a one horse open sleigh, oh. ♪

After a long journey from the north pole,

Father Christmas is...

Where is she?

Ho, ho, ho, here we go. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Father Christmas is here.

[laughs]

Did you write Father Christmas a letter, huh?

Have you been a good girl this year?

Very good.

Look what's under the tree.

Happy Christmas!

[paper rustles]

You don't have to read it, my child.

[sinister music]

You read it then.

Go on, read it!

Angus.

I'm Father Christmas, I said read the book!

[she screams]

Read it!

No, no?

Why, why?

-I can't. -You can.

You can because you're a useless maid

that washes and cleans.

[melancholy piano music]

♪ If one kiss and then we sever ♪

♪ If farewell the lass forever ♪

♪ Deep in heart run tears I'll pledge thee ♪

♪ Warring sighs and groans away ♪

[door clicks]

[tense music]

[door creaks]

[Angus] My love?

[tense music continues]

[gospel choir sings]

[knocking]

Oh, great.

[paper rustles]

[tense music]

[keys jangle]

[lock rattles open]

[cheering]

Who are we?

We are God's children.

We are God's children [foreign language word]

Donate with open arms and God will open his arms for you.

Hallelujah!

[cheering]

Those who are generous, will prosper [foreign language word]

Hallelujah!

[cheering]

♪ Ohhh, lala ♪

[cheering]

[foreign language word]

Let us take our rightful place.

This land deal will uplift our community.

[crowd cheers approvingly]

God bless the Tyrone family for joining us here today.

Give them a round of applause

[clapping]

[gospel choir sings]

[footsteps]

[keys jingling]

[tense music]

[door clicks shut]

[tense music continues]

[door clicks shut]

Ma, you remember Portia Maseko?

Speelman's co-conspirator.

I need to find her.

Why?

Angus promised to tell me where Lucy's buried.

She's in witness protection.

Well, you have contacts.

Are you serious?

Sandra Hasela's at the national prosecuting authority.

What do you want me to do, bribe the deputy director

of prosecution?

Well, you have a lot on her.

No, I'm not helping you with this.

Some things need to be left alone.

I'm trying, but I can't ma.

It's your past, you have so much to look forward to.

Forget it, ma, it's fine.

I want to know.

What happened with him?

Nothing.

Really?

Come on.

Nearly four years, he didn't touch you once?

No.

[melancholy piano music]

Reyka, I'm sorry.

I turned my head for a moment.

I'm sorry, I let you down.

I will never forgive myself for what happened that day,

but I, I need you to tell me.

I'm ready, okay?

I, I, I can handle this.

We can do this together [foreign language phrase]

Did he rape you?

No ma.

Did he abuse you?

No, ma.

He looked after me, like a dad.

I was his favourite girl.

Do you still love him?

[crying]

Suresh Pillay took the sample from one of your fields.

Yes, 8A.

The land's been poisoned.

This is from field 6C.

It's clean.

Brigadier.

[tense music]

[door clicks open]

[door shuts and keys rattle]

[tense music builds and ends suddenly]

Boss?

Nandi.

I found this at the deposition site.

Good, good work.

Let's see what Sewsunker can find tomorrow.

I forgot my phone in the office.

[tense music]

[metal box clatters]

No fingerprints, the beer bottle's been wiped.

But we do have partial DNA to use as a match

if you get a suspect.

Okay.

Pillay is a suspect.

No match.

So there's nothing aside from the knots

that links Pillay to this case.

Pillay is not our guy.

You know the soil samples that you took from the field,

the ones he claimed had high levels of nitrogen?

He's right, someone's been trying to poison the Tyrone soil.

Maybe all these crimes are connected to the land.

Reyka, in my office.

[sighs]

"Antisocial and inexperienced with women"?

That's you?

Yes.

What were you thinking?

I want to provoke him.

Mission accomplished.

You realise you could provoke him into killing other

women?

No, that's not a trigger for him.

Who is he then?

A man of status, he lures women with a promise of work.

He charms them and wins their trust.

[tense music]

It started out as his own personal fantasy.

But now he's communicating with us.

He left a beer bottle at the crime scene for us to find.

He watches us, he's been watching us all along.

You're going to have to start trusting me.

How do I trust you when you disobey me?

I had to appeal to the public.

Young women need to avoid the cane fields.

I know, Reyka, what do we do?

We wait, and hopefully he reads the Coastal Sun.

[door clicks open]

[tense music ends]

DNA work on Niwanata Sitole please Alia.

Wait your turn, buddy.

I don't understand, it's gone.

What's gone?

Pillay's soil sample

Who has access?

No one, management.

Yeah, but you only got the results last night.

I know, Nandi, it's not here.

It'll turn up.

[knocks on door]

[tense music]

[door rattles open]

[tense music continues]

[paper rustles]

[drawer handle rattles]

[lock clicks open]

[metal clatters in box]

[hurried rattling]

Serial killer details have been leaked to the press.

We have to contend with that.

The community is on the edge.

Expect an influx of calls in the station.

Right, eight victims, Mbali Msomi,

six unidentified, Niwanata Sitole.

Strong links between all eight cases.

Similar in terms of gender, race, age, and social class.

Serial killers usually hunt victims of their own race, so.

How can we work without a physical description?

Your psychological profile is guesswork.

Got a better idea, ace?

Evidence.

Well, we do have a bus ticket,

that gives us a timeline to establish Sitole's

movements after she arrived at the taxi rank.

Based on our victim's profiles

I'm pretty sure that our suspect is a black male,

mid twenties to late thirties,

of some status and authority, charming and trustworthy,

in all probability educated, formally or informally,

It's not clear yet.

We think he's comfortable in the cane field so he could have

worked as a cane cutter.

Skilled at tying knots.

Especially those of an Indian Naval influence.

He uses a homemade garrot taken from

the hems of victim's shirts.

Sewsunker, we need to set up a hotline.

He's trying to communicate with us.

All callers offering help should be viewed as suspects.

I'm on it.

Pillay's soil sample's gone missing,

An officer must have tampered with it.

Only case leads handle evidence, how could that happen?

And we have very strict rules on how to protect

the chain of evidence.

[dramatic music]

It was me.

What?

I wanted to test a hunch.

I signed it out and misplaced it.

Misplaced it?

When?

I only received it last night.

What hunch?

When we interviewed Pillay at his house,

I noticed a pile of soil in his garden.

I wanted to confirm that the toxic soil sample wasn't taken

from his garden, it wasn't.

Pillay is not your case.

You have violated procedure, Detective Zwane.

Get the sample back to the evidence room ASAP

or a complaint will be lodged against you.

Okay, we have two confirmed victim IDs,

Mbali's from KwaDukuza,

Niabina's from Richards Bay.

Tanner, get inside Mbali's life.

Find out if she knows anyone who could fit Reyka's profile.

Zwane, second with Tanner.

It's that, or unpaid suspension.

[dramatic music]

Have you arrested the man that killed my niece?

[foreign word] we've come to speak to her mother.

Why?

To learn more about Mbali, who she hung out with,

where she hung out.

She was a waitress at a place called Who's Fooling Who?

Did she have a boyfriend?

[speaks in foreign language]

You sure about that, sir?

[speaks in foreign language]

My partner's got no manners.

What he means to say is your niece Mbali,

maybe she kept some information from you.

Maybe there's someone in the house who could help

enlighten us.

Mbali was a beautiful girl.

Her mother, my sister wanted her to study

to become a doctor, but she was a wild one.

[tense music]

She got herself mixed up with this cockroach from inland,

Bazooka Butulese.

Do you know what they say?

They say that cockroaches can survive a nuclear explosion.

But Bazooka [speaks in foreign language]

He's a dead man.

Sewsunker?

Yeah.

Samuel's name's not here.

Must be.

If he signed out the soil sample, where's his name?

Mbali do not come for her shifts sometimes.

So why didn't you just fire her?

Oh my man, this, this shipping is on the ship's land,

but the ship wants is what the ships get.

Do you know Bazooka Butulese?

That jealous dog used to come here sometimes.

Where does he live?

His family got into the betting business

by Nanda, Mbali broke his heart.

He went crazy.

[speaks in foreign language]

She had many men.

Got names for these placers?

Oh, she comes from the royal family.

[clattering and glass breaking]

Hey, Sticks.

[speaks in foreign language]

"Got a name?"

"Sure boss, here's a list of names."

What's your problem?

You.

What about me?

Entitled.

[laughs]

You're jealous.

Of you?

Mm hmm, got that big old chip on your shoulder.

Ah, Superman.

'Cause a certain lady wants me more than she wants you.

Ah.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

Bazooka.

[speaks in foreign language]

Zone two.

[speaks in foreign language]

So, you a police now?

Mbali Msomi, you were her boyfriend?

[speaks in foreign language]

She was all over the place, she had boyfriends

all over this town.

Yeah, but you were the jealous type,

stalked her at work and couldn't get over her.

Now you're talking bullshit, there's no such.

See, I was even ready [speaks in foreign language]

until her family begged me to stay

because they were worried about that placer of hers.

Wait, which placer?

[dramatic music]

Samuel Zwane [speaks in foreign language]

that incident [speaks in foreign language].

Who's the placer?

[speaks in foreign language]

[slamming]

[Tanner] Samuel.

[speaks in foreign language]

[welding torch roars]

[speaks in foreign language]

What the hell?

No, ma'am the killer does not have albinism.

[phone rings]

Thank you, ma'am God bless you too,

Thank you ma'am.

[phone receiver clicks]

Sorry, that's a bad line,

can you repeat that?

Reyka!

[dramatic music]

[Voice over phone] Who is this?

Sewsunker, sir.

What's your name?

[Voice over phone] Listen here, I don't like the way I've

been described in the newspaper.

"Antisocial and inexperienced with women."

I've had plenty wo-

[receiver picked up]

Hello?

I'm Reyka Gama,

I didn't mean to offend you.

Who am I speaking to?

[dial tone]

Hector, anonymous voice on the hotline,

caller quoted directly from our profile.

He buys The Coastal Sun?

He reads, Hector.

Have you started tracing the call?

On it.

Coastal Sun crime desk please.

Yes, I need a trace on all calls in the last five minutes.

[whooshing]

His English was good, deep flat voice,

Nguni first language, his voice matches the age range.

The call was made between two towers,

we've got a number but phone's blocked,

GPS can't be tracked.

[whooshing]

WiFi hotspot.

Sewsunker?

Search for cell phone stores near vendors

who sell The Coastal Sun.

[whooshing]

Publish a new narrative profile in the late edition.

Adjust the phrase, "Antisocial and inexperienced"

to "At ease with women, they trust him."

[whooshing]

Two vendors, sir.

He's out in the open, get Tanner, go.

[music intensifies and ends]

[chatter]

Sewsunker, do we have anything on Pastor Zik?

Alia?

You tampered with my evidence.

Was my name in the evidence log?

You confessed.

I confessed, right.

Sometimes you need to take one for the team.

Pastor Zik's credit card statements

are linked to Mbali Msomi's pre paid phone card.

And her phone list shows at least five

phone calls made to a family planning clinic.

Mbali Msomi was pregnant.

[muffled bassy music]

[car beeps]

[door slams]

[speaks in foreign language]

Has anyone paid to use your phone today?

Yes, there was one guy on a bicycle.

[dramatic music]

[paper rustling]

[knocks on door]

We have solid evidence Mbali was pregnant

before she died.

What?

Family planning clinic confirmed she had an abortion

a month before she was killed.

The autopsy didn't pick it up.

It takes six weeks for signs of pregnancy to disappear.

How could we miss it?

The lower part of her body was brutalised by wild animals.

It seems very convenient.

Samuel, what are you trying to say to me?

Mbali's murder was not linked to the other victims.

Whoever killed Mbali had a personal relationship with her.

I want to accelerate DNA testing to prove that Pastor Zik

was the father of Mbali's baby.

They had a relationship, so what?

It's a serious connection Brigadier.

I know the law, but that doesn't mean Pastor Zik

is a killer.

[phone rings]

[chatter over muffled music]

Yes?

[Voice over phone] It's Bloom, have you found Portia?

Uh, yes.

[Voice over phone] My client wants to speak to you.

Set it up tonight.

[dramatic music]

I have eyes on suspect.

Black male, mid thirties,

he fits the profile.

Nandi, was he on a bike by any chance?

Affirmative, I repeat, suspect is on a bicycle.

Officers in pursuit, he's heading towards

zone five, on foot.

[dramatic music intensifies]

[commotion]

[loud booming sound]

[dramatic music continues]

[chatter over bassy music]

[dramatic music]

[shouting and cheering]

[dramatic music continues]

[gun clicks out of holster]

[tense music]

Hey!

[speaks in foreign language]

[booming sound]

[speaks in foreign language]

[gun clicks]

On your knees.

Get on your knees.

Back, back.

[speaks in foreign language]

[sighs and pants]

[speaks in foreign language]

I don't know

[speaks in foreign language]

I did not entrap Pastor, Gogo.

[speaks in foreign language]

One mistake.

[speaks in foreign language]

[sighs]

You seem, uh.

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

I am, I'm great.

Is it the serial case?

It's that, and-

What, family?

I know what it's like to raise a teenage daughter.

No, you really don't.

I take it you still want to know what happened to Lucy?

[tense music]

I do.

Ho, ho, ho, here we go.

Stop it Angus.

That first Christmas was the happiest time of my life.

I don't remember.

Christmas without children isn't the same.

There wasn't a child in that house.

You see Portia?

Yes.

Give me her address and we'll do a swap.

Why is it so important to you?

That's personal.

Maybe she prefers not to hear from you.

I know her better than you do, Reyka.

[dramatic music builds]

Lucy's not a game, she doesn't belong to you.

It's been over 20 years.

Her family need to know what happened to her.

You'd understand that if you were a father

Show her out.

[sobs]

[dramatic music]

Hey Tamma

[Voice over phone] Hey.

How's Bridget?

[Voice over phone] Fine, good.

You don't have to-

It's fine.

[Voice over phone] New au pair?

Nina? Thuli loves her.

[Voice over phone] Oh, that's great.

Mmm, she's a breath of fresh air.

Thank you very much for the extra-

[Voice over phone] No problem, when is your interview

with child services?

Soon.

[Voice over phone] You ready?

I am, listen, Tamma I need your help finding a person

she's in witness protection.

Morning.

300 pills of flakka seized.

By accident, and good morning.

Still a good bust.

We know the hawks.

Boss, we've narrowed down the geographical profile.

Look, we could go undercover,

I could blend in.

We never go undercover on serial cases.

[Reyka] Agreed, too dangerous.

It's the only way to catch him.

Going undercover is a long strategic plan that involves

time and resources.

At the best we would work with someone who's

already undercover.

Yeah, but you have someone inside the compound don't you?

Yeah, one, that's it.

An informant can't do surveillance on a serial killer.

There are processes to adhere to.

We're not going undercover. Done.

Someone has a lead on Pastor Zik.

I want you to search him out.

Find out if he knows about Mbali's pregnancy.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

-[car horns honk] -[chatter]

[dramatic music intensifies]

Make sure all the labels are flat and in line.

Did our PA pass on the message?

Yes Ma'am.

Pastor Zik is not in, but we'd like to speak to you.

Oh no, I'm so sorry I don't have much time to be-

Just one minute.

Does your husband have any admirers?

[Petronella] What?

Young women.

[Petronella] Some.

We're investigating one of these women and we believe

that she and your husband were good friends.

Oh, I mean, Ezekiel has many friends.

Were there any women who seemed more attached to than-

Than what?

Normal.

What is normal for a community leader?

Was he close to any young women?

[clears throat]

I know what you're trying to insinuate

and I won't stand for it.

This is a murder investigation.

We are trying to determine the relationship between the

Pastor and our victims.

Where you from, girlie?

Here.

No, you coloureds are from the Cape.

[speaks in foreign language]

Our girls are not safe.

Please, help us.

We don't want to hurt you or your husband.

[sighs]

Well.

-[distant shouting] -[car horns honk]

[tense music]

Gogo, we found Bongi's name on a church donation list.

Can we speak to her?

No, she's at her job.

Did she have a relationship with Pastor Zik?

Well, she wanted to be his favourite,

but you know how girls are these days obsessed

by powerful men.

And she nearly destroyed Pastor's marriage.

Bongi said he was going to leave his wife for her.

How do you know that?

He gave her a promise ring [speaks in foreign language]

A what?

[speaks in foreign language]

That ring means you are a couple,

even if you are not married.

[foreboding music]

[Voice in memory] We need the Brigadier as well.

[sinister music]

[crashing sound]

[music intensifies]

Your name keeps coming up in Mbali Msomi's murder.

[speaks in foreign language]

How connected are you to her?

[paper rustles]

She came to me in distress,

so I helped to pay for her abortion.

That makes you look very guilty.

I'm not the father.

How do you know?

Don't insult me, Zwane.

So you just expect me to believe what you say?

I expect you to remember that you and I have known each

other for a long time.

Hmm.

Petronella and I can't have children because of me.

You're welcome to check with my doctor.

God has other plans for me.

So who is the father?

Mbali never told me his name, but he's a family man

from Mounthaven or Sugarlands.

That's all I know.

[keys rattle]

[speaks in foreign language]

He's an outsider.

[door clicks open and closed]

Eliminate Pastor Zik in your investigation.

I have to go.

[car engine revs]

[dramatic music]

[car engine revs]

[car door clicks open]

Hey! Police!

Remove your hood.

[speaks in foreign language]

Oh, you're the informant.

Yeah, it's me.

What did you tell Hector?

I was telling him about the party

that is going to happen at the compound tonight.

I and my boys will be jiving for sure.

[river babbles]

Do you want to go to a party?

Where?

Tyrone local compound.

Not my scene.

And if you're undercover?

No, both Hector and Reyka vetoed the idea.

No one knows about this.

[sighs]

Are you being serious right now?

Do you trust me?

What's the plan?

You collect beer bottles for a DNA test.

And if you get a match with the one you found at the

deposition site.

Game-changer.

Hmm.

[door creaks and clangs]

[wolf-whistles]

[chatter]

[speaks in foreign language]

[tense music]

[Voice in memory] We're your family now, angel.

[tense music]

[gate clangs]

Case number?

PGX-562-1998.

Speelman.

[distant chatter]

[car engine rumbles]

[distant booming music]

How do I look?

Adjust your wire.

It's stuck, can you help?

Okay, pull it down.

50 metre radius.

Nandi?

Nandi!

Once you're out of range, I can't hear you.

Got it.

[distant booming music]

Sam, you got me, right?

[Sam, Over Radio] I got you Nandi.

[fast paced bassy music]

[indistinct chatter]

[bottles clink]

[distant music]

[fast paced bassy music]

[speaks in foreign language]

You are police.

[speaks in foreign language]

[Soda Over Radio] I've seen you before.

[speaks in foreign language]

You're right, I'm a cop.

I also like to dance.

So how's about we get a drink, chill out.

[speaks in foreign language]

Come dance with me.

I want you to leave my daughter alone.

You've done enough damage to my family.

Cut her loose.

Give me my daughter back.

Reyka comes here out of her own free will, Elsa.

You stole her free will many years ago.

No, I shaped her, like a father.

She's my blood, she comes from me, not you.

There's nothing of you in her, except terror.

God would never give you children

because He knew you were sick.

You would hurt them, so He made you a husk.

She learned love from me.

[scoffs]

You're deranged.

Where were you during all those years, Elsa?

I never stopped searching for her.

Reyka assumed you'd given up, you didn't want her.

You fed her that story.

For a while she wanted to call you, Christmas, birthdays.

But then she realised that we were her family.

We loved her more than the stars in the sky, you?

Well you were holed up in some hotel room with a policeman

who he was supposed to rescue her.

How dare you?

Reyka was safe, she was happy with me.

I was looking for her all day and all night.

Hmm, you keep telling yourself that, Elsa.

Now you listen to me, you piece of shit,

Reyka is my daughter, mine okay?

She's home now.

So please, sir, let go of her.

I can't, she's part of me now.

Yes you can, you have a choice.

You never gave her consent to any of this.

Oh, trust me Elsa, when we were in bed

it was a hundred percent consensual.

-God! -[hands slamming against table]

[distant dance music]

[loud bassy music]

You wanna go for a walk?

I wanna show you something really beautiful.

Sure, okay, I'll follow you.

[speaks in foreign language]

[dramatic music]

Nandi.

[radio crackles]

Nandi?

Nandi!

[car door clicks open]

[insects chirrup]

[slow calm music]

This is good, right?

Close your eyes.

No, no.

Do you trust me?

Nandi! Nandi! Nandi!

Soda.

Soda, I don't feel very comfortable.

It's not far.

[phone rings]

Sam?

Reyka! We're at the Tyrone local compound!

Okay Soda, I'm gonna open my eyes now.

[sighs]

Gee, Soda, you really know how to impress a woman.

-[dramatic music] -[gasps]

[calm music continues]