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(motorcycles rumbling)

♪ ♪

(engines shut off)

-How close?! -It was tucked like this.

-My back wheel was like, "Gimme, gimme, gimme." -I was just...

(chatter continues)

-(banging) -Morning.

-Hi. -Morning, morning.

Biker 1: Three breakfast beers for my boys.

What does one do in a one-horse town like this?

Biker 2: Ride the local horses.

(loud laughter)

Sorry, there's no smoking here, sir.

This is the one.

(exhales)

-This one. -Cool, that's beautiful.

(indistinct chatter)

I said there's no smoking here.

♪ ♪

(chatter continues)

So, who's this boertjie?

Is he your dad?

(laughter)

You heard her, guys. There's no smoking here.

Biker 2: Hey, guys. There's no smoking.

(laughing)

Man: What the?!

-Shit. -Boys, boys, back off!

What the fuck are you doing?

(speaking Afrikaans)

(speaking Afrikaans)

Trust me, boys, you don't want this.

You heard the lady, get outta here. Get outta here!

♪ ♪

Fucking... Fuck!

(speaking Afrikaans)

("This is War" by Brendan Jury playing)

♪ ♪

(singing in foreign language)

♪ This is war ♪

(singing continues)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing continues)

♪ This is war ♪

(singing continues)

♪ This is war ♪

-(birds chirping) -(Woman speaking Afrikaans)

(sighs)

Fuck.

Okay.

(speaking Afrikaans)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(sighs)

(chuckles)

I'll see you around.

(door shuts)

(car door opens)

(car door shuts)

(car starts)

♪ ♪

(car backs up)

(car drives away)

(rattling)

(door squeaking)

(sniffs)

♪ ♪

(singing in foreign language)

(starts car)

♪ ♪

(street noise)

(clinking)

(traffic noise, street chatter)

(accented English)

Maybe we should send someone who looks like you to smuggle

the package into the country, brother.

Hassan, it should be enough for you to know that I wish it.

(swirling, sloshing)

♪ ♪

Boss, he's here.

Our guest has arrived, gentlemen.

You take them their tea when they say.

You clear when they say.

You don't speak to anyone, you understand?

Yes, Baboo.

(speaking Arabic)

(tea set rattling)

Well. Very well.

-(speaking Arabic) -(pouring)

(pouring)

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

(tense music playing)

Suleiman: So, tell me. How are the preparations?

-Should I be concerned? -Osman: No.

All is good, brother. The package is on its way.

Suleiman: Good to hear.

And you have the funds in place?

-We have them, brother. -Very good.

(phone ringing)

(curtain rattling)

(tense music playing)

Hassan!

(metal rattling)

Ismail! Ismail, stop!

(gunshots)

(panting)

Over there.

(panting)

(panting)

(panting)

-(panting) -(street noise)

♪ ♪

-(grunts) -(birds flapping)

(typing)

(street chatter)

(banging)

(panting)

(roof rattling)

(gunshots)

(panting)

(rattling)

(panting)

(grunting, gasping)

(panting)

(police siren wailing)

(indistinct crowd chatter)

(siren continues)

(tires screech)

(speaking Afrikaans)

-Officer: On the floor! -Hold your fire!

-Officer: Don't move. -Hold your fire!

Officer: Stay down.

Officer, I got it.

Up you get. Let's go.

-(grunts) -Get up.

(siren continues)

Jesus, Ismail,

what in the world have you gotten yourself into?

♪ ♪

(car approaching)

(brakes squeak)

(cuts engine)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(hammer slides, rattles)

(chuckle)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(street noise)

(elevator dings)

(inaudible)

You, my brother, are gonna need to talk to me.

-It's just us. -(heavy breathing)

(speaking Afrikaans)

Quinn Makebe: The medic is on her way.

Ismail: I'm giving you nothing until you've gotten my price.

I can only help you if you give me something that I can use.

You know how this works, right?

Good.

Now...

why don't you tell me exactly what happened in there?

Baboo Rayan picks me up this morning.

He says they need someone in the kitchen.

(accented English)

-Quinn: How so? -Ismail: They're all nervous.

(accented English)

Late night shit. Meetings between

Osman and the young ones.

I don't know, man! Where's that medic?

-Just relax. -(door opens)

♪ ♪

-(door shuts) -Is this the medic?

-Then what good are you to me, lady? -The important question is...

what good are you to me?

(speaking Afrikaans)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(tense music playing)

♪ ♪

It's cash only. First month up front.

Um...

Plus one month's deposit.

Um, I...

I can give you the rest

end of this week?

(street noise)

That's the guy.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

This man met with Shaheed Osman this morning?

-Only him? -Just him and his ouens .

It was one of his naaiers that shot me.

Right, so, um,

this man arrives and...

-and what do you hear? -Nothing.

They didn't hardly say anything in front of me.

Something's coming into the country,

but I didn't hear what it was.

-They didn't say what it was? -Fuck no.

A package. Fuck, they're bringing a package

into the country. Look.

whatever it is, all the guy wanted to know

-was if they had the money for it. -And do they?

-That's what they said. -They said they had the money.

But not the package yet?

Janina Mentz: Okay, everyone!

This is now an agency-wide priority.

We need to focus on a small Islamist group

based right here in Cape Town.

They call themselves Allajna,

The Committee.

-They've been on our radar for how long now? -Eighteen months.

In fact, more. We've had them down as fantasists.

This morning, one of Quinn's informants photographed

Allajna meeting with the senior Al Qaeda operative.

Suleiman Daoud.

Daoud was flagged as part of

the group that blew up the Jordanian embassy

in Baghdad in August, 2003.

He was also behind the successful bombing

of a pipeline between Egypt and Israel three years later.

And he was implicated in the suicide bombings

on the London tube in 2008.

And the list goes on.

So our task, boys and girls, is to find out why such

a serious player's in town, messing around with these guys.

We have the license plate of a car driven by

Barkatullah "Baboo" Rayan,

who we're told is one of the shooters this morning.

Theunie Brenner: That's right, ma'am.

This plate belongs to a red Toyota Tazz.

Raj.

Think you can find it?

Inshallah. If the car moves, we'll pick it up.

All leave is canceled.

These people are bringing something into the country,

and if Daoud's involved,

it's not the usual bullshit.

I want whatever they're transporting found,

and I want them stopped.

-Thank you. -(Quinn sighs)

Mrs. Nkosi: Ma'am, if we're ramping up, we could use--

Hire whoever you need.

♪ ♪

(street noise)

(clicks pen)

(writing)

(sighs)

(street chatter)

(traffic noise)

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(panting)

Ismail: No.

(crowd screaming)

(gasps)

Why do you want to join "News This Week"?

Well, I have a degree in journalism.

A first-class degree,

but then there's quite a gap

-in your CV. -Ah, yes.

I got married straight out of uni.

My husband got a really good job,

so I decided to support him.

-It was the right thing to do. -Even so,

apart from a few work placements,

I don't see that you've ever actually held down a job.

Well, raising my son was a job.

♪ ♪

Interviewer: What's your typing speed?

(inaudible)

(street noise)

Mrs. Strachan?

Are you okay?

Sorry for wasting your time.

Tell me...

Can you keep a secret?

(chuckle)

That's all I've done for the last 20 years.

-(tribal singing) -(drum beats)

(engine whirring)

(engine roaring)

♪ ♪

(shuts door)

(revving)

(birds chirping)

(crowd chatter)

(sighs)

(sighs)

I fucking told you to leave town, Ismail.

(sighs) Why kill him like this?

(plane flying overhead)

It's so public.

It's a message.

"This is what happens when you cross Daoud."

I'm not the only one who thinks we shouldn't lie to Daoud

about the money. Brother?

-We will have it shortly. -With all respect--

Enough!

When we cleaned the streets of the skoolies ,

did we ask anyone's help?

Baboo, did you manage to find a new base of operations?

I have.

(sighs) Then we will no longer impose on your hospitality.

Shukran, brother Abdullah.

(both speaking Arabic)

And the minister rang again. He wants to meet with you.

Boss.

We found Baboo Rayan's car.

♪ ♪

And it's definitely our car?

Raj: The city plate recognition software

isn't as secure as it could be.

It's heading east on the N1. Quinn's on his way.

(whistle blow)

(player chatter)

(chatter continues)

(player laughter)

(laughing)

(indistinct)

Hi.

(speaking Afrikaans)

(car approaching)

(speaking Afrikaans)

♪ ♪

Target's turning into Diana Road.

It's the first turning on the left.

I'm on it.

Janina (on radio): What's he doing?

Quinn: He's parked outside a house.

Gotcha.

Jessica: Allajna is a splinter group from a community

vigilante organization, formed in the late '90s

by this man.

Shaheed Latif Osman.

Osman's a local accountant.

Small businesses, that sort of thing.

Presents himself as a scholar, but his sort of extremism

is not welcome in the mosques of Bo-Kaap.

Surrounds himself with a small band of angry young men

-and Rayan. -What do we know about Rayan?

Barkatullah "Baboo" Rayan, age 44.

Runs a garage with his uncle in Bo-Kaap.

No convictions, but the police have picked him up

on numerous occasions. Street intimidation,

fraud, handling stolen vehicles,

-small-time stuff. -Quinn: We were able

to isolate his number from the local tower yesterday.

So, if we have Rayan's number--

We're pulling his phone records.

And what about the new operation center?

Solid, and with an old wine cellar.

It's got a blind spot.

-Janina: Go on. -(clears throat)

Raj reckons we can access the satellite dish

-without triggering any of their security alarms. -And?

Yeah, we could use it as cover to insert an electro-acoustic...

-mic and camera. -We wouldn't have access to the cellar.

It will give us access to something.

Just as long as we go there when it's empty.

According to his neighbors, most mornings Rayan goes

to his auntie's coffee shop for breakfast.

He doesn't like to pay for food if he can get it for free.

Okay.

Tomorrow. When he leaves, do it.

♪ ♪

(phone ringing)

(frustrated sigh)

Hello?

Speaking.

I'm sorry?

Uh... of course.

I-I'm sorry. I got the job?

(sighs)

(inhales)

(exhales)

Quinn: Remember, stick to the plan

and everything goes as it should, alright?

The moment Rayan leaves the house,

-we'll move in. -Copy that.

(phones ringing)

Come on.

Milla Strachan, this is you.

You report to Jessica Van Zandt.

Hi.

Hi. Oh.

-(chuckle) -Mrs. Nkosi: This is Theunie Brenner.

He also reports to Jessica.

Hi.

-Uh, Jess? -Don't worry. I'll fill her in.

(scooter rumbling)

♪ ♪

Good luck.

The minister wants to take a walk with you.

(sighs)

So, you had a security briefing?

Uh, I did, yes.

(quietly): Are we spies?

No way.

They're spies. We're research.

Isn't that right, Theunie?

(sighs)

(whispering): I'm so glad you're here.

(chuckles)

Have you got any copies of "News This Week"?

If anyone asks, you're a journalist for this rag.

But day to day, we get our lists of research topics.

We go through them and hand in what we've got at 5:00 PM.

Our priority at the moment is

an Islamist extremist group called Allajna,

and this guy,

Barkatullah "Baboo" Rayan,

is one of our leads.

These are his cell records.

So, how about if you can see

who he's been ringing up the last three months.

Um...

Don't worry. Just start at the top,

and stop when you get to the bottom.

-(chuckles) -Thanks.

You're looking good.

Ah, you don't have to tell me.

-Lost weight. Look at us. -(laughs)

Yeah, no longer running from the law.

Yeah. We are the law.

(street chatter)

I've been shown the final draft of the Pelindaba report.

-How bad is it? -You know,

or you'd have taken a few of my calls.

David, I made the best decision with the information I had.

If I was wrong, why was my lead witness killed?

What is this I hear now

that some other PBI informant is dead?

That's just low-level gang stuff.

I mean, last year, we could not have known--

Nina, it's your job to know.

I still believe there was a leak in the investigation.

Nina, you went in there too soon,

without credible evidence.

And you got nothing. That was that!

We both know the results of that mess.

It's hard to imagine any career surviving.

Who's going to replace me?

No one.

The PBI is over.

(office chatter, phones ringing)

Theunie?

Sorry, Theunie?

There is this number

Rayan keeps calling, a Mister...

Julius Shabangu.

Then that's what you put in your report,

and you pass it up the line.

(inhales)

♪ ♪

(typing)

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

(sweeping)

Bravo Five to Alpha One, target is on the move.

Okay, everyone. We're live. Hey.

(typing)

(tense music playing)

Alright. Let's do it.

(rumbling)

Bravo One (on radio): Bravo Five, looks like he's headed

toward the coffee shop.

♪ ♪

(rattling)

-(loud rattling) -Paul.

(speaks Zulu/English)

-Alright? -'Kay.

Raj: Okay, he'll be with you shortly, Bravo One. Stand by.

Copy.

(cuts engine)

(sighs)

(quietly): Oh!

(speaks Afrikaans)

What, Auntie?

Bravo One (on radio): Hold on, Control. Something's up.

Raj (on radio): Bravo One, what's the problem?

(speaking Afrikaans)

His auntie heard about his antics

on the roofs of the Bo-Kaap.

(speaking Afrikaans)

(straining)

♪ ♪

-Bravo One (on radio): She sent him packing. -Yeah, yeah.

What if he comes back here?

(revving)

-Adam (on radio): Fuck. He's on his way back. -Uh...

-Uh, Q, are you hearing this? -Yeah, I can hear that.

Pass me the Q20.

Come on, Paul.

Quinn: Control, I really need to know the location

of the target.

Confirmed, target headed back.

(spraying)

Control to Alpha.

Confirmed, Alpha One.

Target is on his way back home.

(heavy breathing)

-Raj: Alpha, do you copy? -Yeah, I copy.

♪ ♪

(drilling)

Raj (on radio): Alpha One, I reckon you have one minute

before he turns into his street.

(whirring)

(engine roaring)

Alpha One, abort.

(drilling)

(whirring)

Bravo Two, we need you to cause a diversion.

-Copy that. -Raj (on radio): Three, two,

-one... -(starts engine)

now.

Drive, man! What's going on here?!

(drilling)

(whirring)

I said abort, Quinn! Now!

Drive!

-(tires screech) -What are you doing?!

(whirring)

♪ ♪

Paul!

Be careful with it, okay?

(sighs)

Baboo: Drive!

Hello! Hello!

(cars honking)

Come on!

Move! Move!

Thank you! Come on!

(tires screech)

Paul, gimme the tape.

-Shit. -What?

(grunts)

♪ ♪

(car honking)

(beeping)

-Paul: Good? -Yeah, let's go. Come on.

(grunts)

(door slams)

(parking brake grinds, cuts engine)

(birds chirping)

Okay. Let's see what we got.

(typing)

♪ ♪

(typing)

(static)

Alpha team,

we have eyes on the target.

Good job, everyone.

(sighs)

Remind me again why we do this?

'Cause it's our job.

(sighs)

You're welcome to congratulate me.

They're shutting us down.

What?

The president will announce

he's disbanding the PBI.

You've seen the report on Pelindaba.

The deputy security minister has.

Oh shit.

Who else has seen it?

For now, just us.

Well then, surely we can just deliver them Daoud.

Surely they wouldn't axe us then.

(sighs)

I'm sorry, but I-I just have to ask.

What does this say about me?

Don't worry.

All the blame is laid at my door.

Yeah, understood, but it wasn't your fault.

I don't know what Lemmer would say about that.

Have you spoken with him since?

Um, no. Um...

He's fallen off the grid.

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

(truck approaching)

(rumbling)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(shuts door)

Lourens.

(rumbling)

Thank you so much.

-Morning. -Morning!

-Late night? -No, just a quiet night in.

-You? -What do you think?

-(Theunie speaks Afrikaans) -(speaking Afrikaans)

♪ ♪

Mrs. Nkosi: Folks.

Our key focus is now Julius Shabangu.

It's all thanks to Mrs. Strachan.

(office chatter)

-When did they start arriving? -Raj: A few minutes ago.

You don't make a move without my say so.

(rumbling)

(speaking Afrikaans)

(clears throat)

(clears throat)

(chuckles)

(speaking Afrikaans)

Ah, okay. Okay...

(clears throat)

♪ ♪

Alpha One, we have eyes on the target.

Right...

Uh...

We've got eyes on the 4x4, gentlemen.

Okay, Raj.

Talk to me. What are you getting from inside?

Hold on.

(speaking Arabic)

That's it?

That's it?

This is Alpha One. We're gonna have to move in immediately.

We need three fire teams, two in the back, one in the front.

-Quinn: Copy? -That's a negative.

We have Osman and Suleiman.

Janina: I said that's a negative.

Pull back and stand down.

That's an order.

-Fuck! -Copy that.

We're standing down.

The car's not registered.

(sighs)

-Let me know when they come back up. -Yep.

Do we have anything else?

Raj: Well, maybe not nothing.

(rumbling)

-Lourens: Alright. -(cuts engine)

(sighs)

-(shuts door) -(sighs)

(both speak Afrikaans)

Woman: You looking for me?

♪ ♪

-You can call me Flea. -Hello.

Lourens Le Riche?

(speaking Afrikaans)

And that makes you Lemmer.

We'll need to get going. There's still a ways to the border.

(speaking Afrikaans)

Lemmer: Yep.

(hand hits table)

We had Daoud in our hands, but you let him get away.

It's not about him.

We need to understand what he's here for,

and then we roll up the entire network.

-Janina-- -Oh, you're gonna wanna see this.

What have you got?

An exchange from Ibrahim,

the young one's laptop.

So our guy says, "We have agreement.

1 Rabi' al-awwal. 7:00 PM."

That's about two weeks from now,

8th of March. Okay?

Then the second guy says,

"We think it should happen later."

-But then, our guy replies... -(typing)

"Kickoff is at 7:00 PM. That's when it happens."

(sighs) Now, look at this.

7:00 PM, 8th of March,

South Africa play the United States in a friendly...

at Cape Town Stadium.

And that's definitely gonna be a sold-out game.

Shit.

And that stadium takes, what, like, 55,000 people?

That's the target.

(dramatic music playing)

♪ He's left the dark ♪

♪ Knows nothing more ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

♪ So much power ♪

♪ Oh ♪

(cocks gun)

Stay here.

(music continues)

You'll need me.

(speaking Afrikaans)

This is not good.

♪ ♪

(low breathing)

You've better not have hurt them.

(breathing continues)

Them? Is there more than one?

-Didn't Diederik tell you? -No, there's a lot Diederik didn't tell me.

♪ ♪

(low breathing)

(snorting, growls)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

JANINA MENTZ: What do we think they're bringing in?

My money's on a dirty bomb.

AGENT: Whatever it is they're planning

to bring into the country,

it could be coming from anywhere.

ROLANDA MARAIS: I may have something.

You find the girl, you retrieve the diamonds,

and then you'll get your money.

How fast can you get a full tactical team to launch?

We need to get to the courier before Inkunzi.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

INKUNZI: Where...

are the diamonds?

-(GUNSHOT) -(WAILING)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

One of Quinn's informants photographed Allajna

meeting with a senior Al Qaeda operative.

Suleiman Daoud.

When Allajna grabs the attention of the big time international

terrorists, suddenly they find themselves in the middle

of this thing, that they really can't control.

I'm not the only one who thinks

we shouldn't lie to Daoud about the money.

We will have it shortly.

-With all respect-- -Enough!

Osman finds himself way out of his depth

from the get-go, because he's dealing with a character

like Suleiman, who has been linked to other

terrorist acts around the world,

Slowly but surely, could be revealed

that Osman finds himself totally up to his neck.

ROLANDA MARAIS: Milla Strachan is a housewife.

She's been married for twenty years.

She's basically lost herself.

So when she finally leaves the house,

she doesn't have a lot of confidence.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Uh, I'm sorry, I got the job?

For Milla to get the job at the PBI,

I think, firstly, she didn't know that she would ever

get the job, so, she really wants to do well.

She, goes the extra mile to other people's frustration,

but she also leads Janina, and the rest of the team,

in the right direction.

Our key focus is now Julius Shabangu.

It's all thanks to Mrs. Strachan.

In episode one, Lemmer goes on this journey.

I think he knows that he's picking up wildlife,

I don't think he's quite sure what.

Lemmer's not aware that there is gonna be another party involved.

You can call me Flea.

When we meet Flea, what differentiates her

from the other characters, is that her motives

are very unclear. Um, I think in that stage to both her,

and the audience.

Not only is she an unknown variable,

but she's quite bombastic about it as well.

Didn't Diederik tell you?

There's a lot Diederik didn't tell me.

(RHINO SNORTS)

It was an easy scene to play, because I've never been

that close to rhinos in my life.

So Lemmer's surprise, that was just James's surprise.

We're up at the border, by Botswana,

with these two rhinos, being taken to a wild farm,

and you're wondering, where do these people fit in,

and what are they the catalyst for?

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪