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I'm going in.

Oh!

There is

an impossibly fine line

between sanity and madness.

And it's not always possible to know

which side of that line we are standing on.

The violence between disparate sides

is not endemic to this culture.

It is endemic to all cultures.

We are again

tribes.

But defining

our tribe is not as simple

as the black people born under the sun,

or the white people born under the moon.

Our division is,

wrong others

against right self.

And this division does not rest

simply on an unfamiliarity

with a tribe other than our own.

It's deeper than that.

Sir?

Yes?

It's the 21st century, Dr. Mackles.

With my phone, I can learn about

any culture on the planet.

I'm a Google search away from knowing

everything about a belief system in 20 minutes.

Let me ask you a question.

What if that belief system you googled

was so antithetical to your own,

that would seem, for lack of a better word,

insane?

Like what?

Well, like, uh,

take medicine.

Here, medicine is

all pharmaceutical compounds

created in laboratories,

sold by faceless corporations to millions.

In other parts of the world,

medicine is a plant.

A bit of bark, a root,

or a mineral.

Or a combination of all of them.

Administered to one man

by another man

who is believed to channel powers

that you could not begin to comprehend.

This medical knowledge is based on ancient beliefs.

The tenets of which in this country,

it would just make your blood run cold.

Metaphysical beliefs in healing and humanity.

That would seem, um,

insane to you,

no matter how hard you tried to understand them.

But it is the very belief in such things

that gives this medicine it's power.

Looks like we're out of time.

So, we'll take this up again next week.

Thank you.

Mr. Hobbs.

I want you to do something for me.

A little extra credit, if you will.

I want you to take that phone in your pocket

and find me a culture that is so inverse to your own

that the idea of it taking root here, in this city,

would scare the bejesus out of you.

Yes, sir.

Get the fuck in there!

Don't fucking move.

No! Wait!

- Hey! Stop!

What are you doing in there?

I'm detective Boyd.

Get away from me!

- Calm down, it's okay. I don't wanna go.

Please?

No. What's he doing with her? That's mine!

Shut the fuck up!

You can't take her!

I'm detective Boyd.

- She's mine! Don't talk to her!

Come on, give me you hand.

What are you doing with her?

Keep your hands up!

Look, I'm gonna get you outta here. Come on.

- Maria? - Hey, where are you going?

- Maria? - Where you going?

You can't take her!

Hey, man.

Get on your fucking... she stays with me, pal.

Get down on your feet now.

I didn't do anything wrong, man.

- Yeah? - She came willingly with me.

I told you, get on your fucking feet!

Nah! You go to hell, bitch.

You first.

No, no, no, no!

We need him alive!

Medics are on the way.

Then go to hell!

You first.

Mr. Farner.

Mr. Randoku. It is an honor, sir.

A man like you, who is so powerful.

Tell me, why do you want to do this?

Who is interviewing who?

I am interviewing you, sir.

I do not do business with anyone,

I do not know everything about.

Neither do I.

Mr. Randoku, I'm a man who explores options

of power, as you say.

It is elusive.

You are a man who harvests power,

and bottles it even.

You're also a man with a lot of eyes on you right now.

I have a plane that can take you anywhere you like.

Appreciate the kind words, sir.

I do not need your help.

You... need me.

Let me know when you are ready.

Think of the souls you could've harvested there, Mr. Randoku.

Detective Boyd, did you feel any sense of vindication

when you fired at the suspect?

Other than it was him or me? No.

Did the death of your own daughter in any way

affect your decision to fire on Mr. Preston?

No.

Let's be honest, Ms. Cannon.

Mr. Preston was clearly leaning forward

at the time of the shooting,

reaching for a gun.

Any more questions?

You okay?

Yeah.

That's not convincing.

No, I'm okay.

I had another bad dream.

Do you want to talk about it?

No. Not really.

Hello?

Yes, it' s me.

Let's move forward.

I'll wire what we agreed upon.

Go, go, go, go, go!

You got it!

All right, you go first.

I'm just kidding. Yeah.

What's going on?

You might have fooled the review board,

but don't you think you can fool me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now, you get your ass

over to the shrink and see if you can fool her.

I think I'm having a hard time hearing you

'cause all I can hear are the voices.

You know?

Fuckers... you having fun?

Yeah, loads.

I was thinking maybe you should take a vacation.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

I'm just curious. Where would you send me?

Anywhere but here.

And do what?

I don't know. Fish.

Go out on - a charter boat. - Fish?

Drop a line in the water.

Maria, that sounds fucking horrible.

Well, you need it.

Between you and I - and just us. - Yeah?

Was he really going for his gun?

Maria, let me ask you a question.

Do you think anybody misses Ted Bundy?

That's not an answer.

No. It is, if you're listening.

Fuck that.

You want me to get that?

- Yeah, you get that. - This is 130 reporting.

What do we got, Jimmy?

A floater. Caucasian female.

She's been dead, maybe 6 hours.

Oh, fuck.

Any ID?

No. Nothing.

Age?

Maybe 14, 15.

Somebody did a real number on her.

Her hands, genitals have been removed.

You mean, crabs got to her?

You don't lose the parts she's missing to wildlife.

She was cut before she was dumped.

If it wasn't a scalpel, it was something just as sharp.

Eyes, eyelids.

Yeah.

Left hand, missing.

Gone.

You think that's what killed her, bill?

No. Death was a courtesy of this.

Throat cut. Bled out.

Her veins are full of river silt.

The only DNA we found was that of hers.

And these marks.

Look at these.

It's like some kind of rope.

Hung by her feet.

Like a side of beef.

Goddamn.

This isn't getting any better.

I'll know more later. All right.

Thanks, doc. Can you send it upstairs for me?

Yeah. Thank you.

- You okay? - Hmm?

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Just give me a second.

All right, gang related or...

No, no, no, no. This ain't gang related.

No?

It's more methodical. Somebody with a purpose.

Yeah. With a purpose, right?

Come on, Boyd. You don't know that yet.

What if he's right?

About what?

You have other cases with so much better leads.

Now just do your job. Get the hell out of here.

Captain? - Yeah?

You didn't see what she looked like.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking another good cop became a bureaucrat.

Well, how about I buy you a drink?

Sounds great.

Ooh!

Yo! That's a brick!

Oh, come on, dude! Hit me! I'm open! I'm open!

Air ball!

Shoot it! Shoot it!

I think that's a foul!

Oh, you suck, bro.

Hey, pass it to me.

Yes! Yes!

He did it!

Why didn't you let me play?

You know Jamie shoots nothing but bricks.

It's time to go, little bro.

Wait. Where am I going?

Well, you're going home.

But I wanna play with you.

You're going home. It's getting late.

Mom's gonna be worried. You know, you got homework.

But you never did your homework.

I'm not as smart as you.

You got a brain. You can use it.

You need to go study.

Come on.

Dunk it up your ass.

Whoo!

No, let me go!

Let me out of here!

This kid is great.

That is fucking, it's true and he...

He continuously just does not run the ball.

You know, you don't have to be dealing

with something like this, after...

After what? What do you mean?

You know, Lucas.

Oh, Christ.

Are you talking about my daughter?

Well, yeah. And...

Maria, I'm dealing with it the best way I know how.

I'm just saying, if it were me,

I'd be gone in a heartbeat.

Well, it ain't you. And I'm not you.

Come on now.

I'm no shrink.

That's for fucking sure, you aren't a shrink.

What?

- I'm just gonna be your friend. - Thank you.

Okay.

Be great. You know what friends do?

They order shots.

Why don't you - buy me a shot? - Okay.

Get us - a couple of shots. - Okay.

Okay? Come on. Fine.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

He was called in missing about one A.M.

Some kids found him here.

Wife said, he goes out fishing, but never out past 10:00.

My guess is that he came upon something

he wasn't supposed to see.

Yeah. Anything else?

Oh, yeah. There's more.

You're gonna wanna see this.

Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

What do we got, Nick?

Hispanic male, about 10 years old.

Looks exactly like what we saw at the river yesterday.

Shit.

Nick, make sure I get a picture of that, please.

Okay.

The old man would've died anyway

from his throat being cut,

if he'd had a heart left to pump the blood out.

What?

His heart had been sliced out clean,

and there was no blood in his throat.

So whoever did this, it was awfully quick.

I mean, when you say quick, like, how quick?

I mean, like his heart might've still been beating.

But what about the heart? Did you find it?

No.

No? - No. Didn't find it.

What about the boy?

Well, the boy was like the first girl.

- Yeah? - Mutilated.

Parts cut off. Missing.

One thing. Whatever this guy is using,

is sharp as hell.

Okay.

Want a little snoot?

Got some good whiskey here.

Yeah, I'll take a little snoot.

And there's another, uh...

Another thing interesting.

Yeah?

Remember those things you brought from the altar?

Yes, sir.

Well...

Cheers.

This one...

It's finely powdered gold.

What do you mean, gold?

Like fort Knox gold.

No shit.

And these...

These are some - herbs you brought. - Yeah?

I've been able to ID one of 'em.

And it's, uh,

something called rooibos.

What's that?

Well, there's been some research on it.

It's from Africa. It's a red tea.

Mmm. It ain't that kinda tea though.

Thanks, bill.

Not like you drink.

Shit. Excuse me.

Do you know where Dr. Mackles' office is?

- That way. - It's back this way?

- Yeah. - Gosh.

Come in.

May I help you?

Well, I hope so.

Are you Dr. Mackles?

Yes.

I'm homicide detective Lucas Boyd.

Do you mind if I sit?

So, you teach African studies, is that right?

Yes.

Are you from Africa?

Yes. Lesotho.

Where is that at?

It's a small country in the heart of South Africa.

Oh.

Is my being African important?

Well, again, I hope so.

Do you, uh, know what rooibos is?

Yes. It's tea.

Just tea?

Well, it's sometimes used medicinally.

Mmm-hmm.

Um, smell this, and tell me what it is, will you?

Where did you get this?

Why? What is it?

Dr. Mackles. What is it?

It's... herbs.

Mmm-hmm. Just any kind of herbs?

Well, I would say yohimbe bark

and, uh, some other fermented tree roots.

Hmm.

Where'd you get it?

I found it at a crime scene.

What kind of crime?

Well, I'm a homicide detective, sir.

Can you tell me what these writings are?

You could easily Google this, detective.

I know. I know. And I actually did.

It didn't make sense to me.

But then I did Google

leading scholars in African culture, and your name came up,

as the best and brightest.

So, here I am.

I'm sorry. I cannot help you.

Well, I appreciate your time, sir.

I'm just looking for someone.

A ghost.

I need to put a name to this face.

I've seen him around.

Great.

He's my main suspect in some strange killings.

We found an altar.

Blood.

I don't really know what it means.

He's a sangoma.

Sangoma?

Touched by god.

A witch doctor.

He works for clients.

What kind of clients?

Rich and powerful ones.

May I give you a word of advice?

Mmm-hmm.

Be careful.

He could be coming for you.

Thank you.

Is everything okay?

Dr. Mackles, I need your help.

God dam it, two kids are dead.

They were butchered like hogs.

You know what these writings are, don't you?

Now, please,

take another look.

I cannot help you.

Can't or won't?

You're scared, aren't you?

Watch your step, doctor.

Oh.

What is it, doctor?

It's Swahili.

Zulu.

Hmm.

It identifies territory.

Identifies how?

Uh, centers of power, or...

Ways to get access to that power.

Do me a favor. Can you read that right there?

Well, roughly.

Uh, "here I take the power.

"Here I become the power."

Your man is a sangoma.

A medicine man.

In your culture, you would call him a witch doctor.

The way he's killing, that makes sense.

You ever hear the term "muti," detective?

No.

It's zulu. It means medicine.

But, muti has a dark side.

So, are you saying that he is using the body parts for medicine?

Exactly.

- Right. - Well,

you know, pharmaceutical companies

use stem cells from aborted fetuses to create vaccines.

Right.

Well, this is just a primitive version

of that concept.

I'm listening.

Well, in a metaphysical sense,

it can be tied to what can be referred to

as "the warrior tradition."

Put simply, it's a ritual performed to order.

To make one a warrior,

or to provide power to that warrior.

Sangomas have been practicing muti for centuries.

Businessmen, politicians, salesmen, you,

anyone.

People who pay for muti are seeking

personal success,

power,

protection.

They believe that muti strengthens their personal force,

gives them an edge.

In muti, specific body parts

have a distinct effect.

Mmm-hmm.

Genitals,

they bring virility, good luck.

Especially if - they're virgin. - Right.

The eyes, farsightedness,

clarity of vision.

The brain,

knowledge, political power.

Mmm-hmm.

The sangoma takes whatever they need

for a specific outcome.

- Jesus Christ. - But, there's more.

A sangoman must take the flesh

while the victim is still alive...

Right.

In order to get the power they seek...

Mmm-hmm.

They must awaken the gods to bestow it.

Which means...

The screams of the victim...

Right.

Are critical.

The more intense the scream,

the more powerful the muti.

Then the body parts are mixed with the victim's blood,

herbs, Clay, gold,

all of which is believed

to attract and hold power.

That elixir is drunk by the client or the sangoma,

in order to get the power they seek.

They believe that it turns them into a warrior.

Makes them a warrior.

And an undefeatable one.

Sounds unbelievable to me.

Right. To you, detective.

To him, it's simply business. And very real.

Very real.

Whatever he's about to do,

it feels he needs power to do it.

Mmm-hmm.

And understand this.

These first two,

they were just him getting ready.

He did them for himself.

Capisce?

Do you really believe in this?

Mmm-hmm. Yes.

This is just too sick.

I mean, Maria, it's sick enough to be real, you know.

I just wish I could see this motherfucker's face.

All I see right now is a monster.

I want one that's beautiful. One with pretty eyes.

One filled with life and promise.

Oh, I want her to have a great deal of intelligence.

And so much more to live for.

Welcome.

What can I - get for you? - Tequila.

Neat, or on the rocks?

Neat. Okay.

Are you new in town?

Yes.

Vacation?

- No, work. - Mmm.

That's a really cool accent.

I like it. Where is it from?

I've been so many places.

It is hard to say.

May I be honest?

Oh, sure.

I like your eyes.

Thank you.

They are lovely. Stop it.

I mean it.

I really like them.

Thank you.

I really mean it, too.

Hey.

I could use eyes like that.

My name is randoku.

What is your name?

Randoku.

I like that.

I'm Terry.

Tell me all about yourself, Terry.

This is just a summer job for me.

- You are in school? - Yeah.

Yeah. I'm pre-med at the university.

So, you are smart.

I guess.

This matches the Van that was reported stolen two weeks ago.

Clear here?

Yeah, it's clear here.

Mmm, you wouldn't really know it from meeting me in this place,

but, I'm in the top one percent of my class.

I like that.

Let's see if Terry knows anything.

Hey, Terry. - Hey.

Either of you wouldn't happen to know anything about that Van...

No, no. I get it.

It's a witch doctor from Africa...

Yeah, - that's right. - And I should

believe this because what?

According to Dr. Mackles, he's servicing a client.

Hmm.

You believe in this shit?

You know what, I wanna go back to work.

Hey, Boyd. Sit down.

Boyd!

I think he's onto something.

Yeah, like what?

Captain, we have two officers down.

Get Boyd.

Is your name Terry?

Ma'am?

Hey, it's okay.

I need to ask you a few questions, okay,

and if you can help me out with that,

then maybe we can find this guy.

Are you gonna help me out? Yeah?

- Sure. - Yeah? All right.

So, tell me, what, what did he look like?

Was he big, tall, or what?

- He was big. - Yeah?

- Good. - Mm-hmm.

When you say big, like, over six feet, or what?

- I think so. - Mm-hmm.

Black? White? Where?

- He was a black guy. - He was.

He was kind of handsome.

Yeah.

And, he was covered with scarification on his face.

He had scarring on his face?

Did you get a name by any chance? Yeah?

What was his name?

Terry, what was his name?

Randoku.

- Randoku? - Randoku.

Okay.

All right, come on. Let me get you up.

Come on. Let me help you.

Maria.

We got a name. Randoku.

Go on, let's sort that out. Come on.

Jimmy, anything?

Yeah. Lots of anythings.

- Yeah? - Got a thumb, forefinger, ring finger.

Okay.

Good thing your boy likes Tequila.

You're saying he's about 6, 6'3", 6'4" maybe? 6'4", I would say, yeah.

Jimmy, give me a name on these prints.

These weird, uh, scars on his face.

Scars on his face. Thank you. Thank you. Boyd.

This lady said she just seen a black guy coming in and out

of that unfinished apartment building.

Hadn't seen him around until a few days ago.

Said he has scars on his face.

That's our guy. Come on, let's go.

Hey, Keith.

Watch the front. Let's go. Come on.

Come on. Gotta go! Gotta go!

I want everybody on two.

And let's communicate.

Roger that.

Bobby, - you stay here. - Copy that.

He's been here.

Fuck.

There he goes!

Shit! He's coming back on the third floor.

Freeze! Claussen get the fuck down!

Officer down. Officer down!

Son of a bitch!

Backup. Hang in with me now.

Fuck! We got officers down. Go, go, go!

Officer down. He's injured.

Maria, let's get out of here. Let's go.

Maria, let's go.

Yo, let's go.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, I'm gonna get you out of here.

Hey, give me your fucking jacket!

Let's go. Let's go, let's go!

I'm hoping you see something I wouldn't.

I'll try.

After you.

So why'd you come here to america?

New start, I guess.

Yeah? You got any family?

No. My brothers and sisters are still back in Africa.

Take a look at this.

My father worked in medicine.

He worked with the tribes.

My mother worked with him.

Mmm.

Well, for what it's worth,

I'm sorry I dragged you into this shit.

No, you're not.

You're right. I'm not.

You know, in certain cultures,

I could have your head or another body part.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

As an apology to make me feel better.

Mmm.

Greece, Asia, certain African tribes.

If a certain member of a tribe offended another member

by delving too deeply into his personal affairs,

the chief could have that person killed

and the body part delivered as a gift.

Hmm.

A way of saying, problem solved.

Well, thank god that ain't legal in this country.

I'd be mailing out body parts all day long.

Let me know if you need anything.

Nothing.

Sorry, detective.

You're still here?

This fucker killed two of my men.

You're okay?

Ten children in Tanzania kidnapped and killed for body parts.

A dozen children in Spain.

Thousand of children are missing all across Europe.

And you ask me how I'm doing?

You can't let it get to you.

That's what I keep telling myself.

But how hard does your heart have to get in order to live?

Maybe you should go home.

Be with your family.

My family, yeah.

You're right.

I think there comes a day in everyone's life where

they realize they don't really matter much.

Whatever their goals are

really don't amount to shit.

And that is a very sad day.

Oh, thank you.

You're a fucking piece of work, Lucas.

You're a fucking... Lucas: We're not doing this.

We're not doing this again? We're not doing this again?

You know what you're not gonna do it?

You fell asleep again!

You're gonna go sleep again, yeah?

Yeah, like you did before?

Come on, what do you want me to say?

You fucking piece of... Lucas: Come on.

- Son of a bitch! Come on, come on.

I need some of your brew.

Come on in.

What's going on? You doing okay?

Yeah.

I take it you never saw that shrink, did you?

Mmm.

There was something that I wanted to show you,

I found in randoku's apartment the other day.

Look at this. It's, uh, it's farner ltd.

It's a multibillion dollar, multinational, mega corporation.

- Good one. - Have you ever heard of...

Farner company. I know that asshole.

Donates a lot of money.

I don't know. I guess the question is though

is what they're talking about here is that

there's a big vote Tuesday.

How important do you think this is to him?

Hold.

It's Lucas.

They have something in forensics. We'll be right down. Thanks.

I got this from the bar.

But there were no matches in us database,

so, I checked Interpol, and I got this.

When I superimpose them,

I give you one m'gushu randoku.

Born in South Africa, zulu heritage.

Says he was in Rome recently.

What about his port of entry? Where was it?

Uh...

Came into New Orleans a week ago.

Anything else?

Well, yeah. Old m'gushu here?

Been dead for six years.

Here's his

death certificate signed by a Sudanese general.

That doesn't mean he's dead.

It might just mean he has friends in high places who can help him disappear.

He ain't dead. Not yet.

Hey, Lucas.

Yeah?

How's kersch?

She's fighting for her life, claussen.

Check this out.

This was in randoku's place.

- Shit. - Not sure what it's about.

You know what, I'll look - into it, thanks. - All right.

You got it.

Do you speak English?

Yes. Can I help you?

This is detective Lucas Boyd. I'm calling from america.

I need to speak to a uh, I think it's inspector, uh, Mario lavazzi?

I'm sorry, but he's left for the day, detective.

Okay, well, you don't understand. This is an emergency.

I'm investigating a murder of two children.

Now, I'd love if you could get him on the cell phone or his home.

I don't give a fuck where he is. Just call him.

Okay, okay. Scusi. I find him.

Si? inspector lavazzi?

Yes. Lucas: I'm detective Lucas Boyd.

I'm investigating a murder of two children.

Um, one of the suspects that we're looking for

is a man by the name of m'gushu randoku.

He's killed two children here in america.

The interesting thing is we found your card at his apartment.

Is there a reason for that?

He was kidnapping young women all throughout Europe.

Whoa, what'd you say?

He was kidnapping young women all throughout Europe, detective.

I almost caught him here in Rome a few weeks ago.

But the son of a bitch got away.

Okay, well, is there anything you can help me with?

Because he's doing the same thing here.

I know who he works for.

Who?

I can't prove it. I know it as a cop.

Yeah, okay, well, just talk to me like a cop then.

We found some cctv footage of randoku meeting

with a South African businessman.

I later found out his identity.

His name is Shelby farner.

F-a-r-n-e-r.

Farner.

I appreciate it.

Thank you.

Prego, detective. Prego.

- Can I help you? - Yes, ma'am. I'm detective Boyd.

Is Shelby farner around?

Yes, he is.

Go get him for me, please. - All right. - Okay.

Mr. Farner? - Yes.

Detective Boyd. Do you mind if we have a word?

Certainly. Uh...

- Come with me. I appreciate that. Thank you.

- What are you doing? - You touch another fucking kid in my city,

and I'm gonna fucking put a bullet in your head.

- What are you talking about? - I'm gonna put a fucking bullet in your head.

You hear me?

Obviously, you don't know who you're talking to.

You want somebody strong?

You want somebody strong, you come get me.

I'm right here.

You know, I'm gonna tell you something.

After I get your fucking partner,

I'm coming after you. And you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna fucking eat your liver.

Exactly, yeah.

All right, ladies. Time to get ready.

Get on your numbers. Warm up.

Ladies on the sideline, warm up.

Set!

Whoo!

- Good job, good job! - Thank you.

Whoo!

Good job. High five!

Good job. Awesome.

Hello.

I just got threatened by Mr. Randoku.

I'm sorry to hear that, Dr. Mackles.

I'm not sorry.

Fuck him.

Pick me up. I'll be right there, yeah.

I hear you're quite the student athlete.

I try my best, sir.

Do you know that I have a foundation

really? That offers scholarships for girls like you?

Well, do you enjoy competition?

- Oh, yeah. - Always?

Yeah, I mean,

our coach tells us that winning isn't everything,

but that giving it your best is what it's all about.

What's the point of putting in all that work

if you're not trying to win?

Ah, Katie, you are just delightful.

I'll bet you're a straight a student.

- Yes, sir. Straight a's. - Delightful.

And your favorite subject is...

A tie between math and science.

But I love music, too.

And math is obviously a big part of music, so...

Obviously.

So, how do you know my parents?

Oh, we've known each other for ages.

So weird.

They never mentioned you before.

Well, I find that difficult to believe.

- They really haven't. - Oh, come on!

Really.

Ah, Katie. I can't tell you how perfect you are.

Thank you!

Let's get Katie ready.

Ready for what?

Oh...

It's a surprise.

Her name's Katie.

How are they dealing with it?

Well, usual. Fed playbook.

- No calls. - Mm-hmm.

No ransom demand.

I need to tell them about randoku.

Yeah. Well, when you do,

just take them into the other room, all right?

It's him.

Yeah, I know.

Can I make - a suggestion? - Sure, yeah.

If he is working for farner... mm-hmm.

They're gonna want to do the ceremony at a very safe place.

So I would look for properties owned by farner.

Especially warehouse-type near water.

Mmm.

Give me some good news, claussen.

Farner industries owns a lot of property in town.

They got one warehouse by the river.

I'm sending you the address now.

Got it. Thanks.

You gotta stay here.

Okay.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Please stop!

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

No.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Drop the fucking knife!

Do it now!

Do it now or I'll blow your fucking head off.

Good.

Now put your hands behind your head.

No!

Give up!

I warned you.

No.

No.

Please, no.

No.

No.

Who's there?

Detective Boyd.

One white male found dead on site.

Shelby farner.

No trace of randoku.

Detective Boyd.

This is inspector lavazzi.

Inspector lavazzi.

I found something that might be helpful.

What?

Randoku was here in Rome

attending a lecture from someone from your city.

A college professor by the name of mackles.

All of this happened nine months ago.

They also met several times - after the lecture. - Mm-hmm.

Right.

Maybe this can help you somehow.

I appreciate the call.

Aw, man.

God damn it.

All right.

Detective? - Mmm, yeah.

Detective? Are you okay?

She was my partner.

It's all right. She's been transferred.

What did you say?

It's okay. She's okay.

I had her moved - downstairs. - No, no. What do you mean?

It's okay. I had her moved downstairs, detective.

Oh, Jesus.

It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

- Oh, thank you. - You know, every once in a while, there's a miracle.

I guess so. Yeah.

You know, a friend of hers came by last night and stayed for about an hour.

And then I saw him leave.

What do you mean? What did he look like?

Um, he was a tall, greying black man.

Probably about 70s.

With very kind eyes.

I think he prayed over her, and then I saw him leave.

What did he say?

He just said she was going to be all right.

And then he said a word I didn't understand.

Yeah, what was that?

Muti?

- I don't know. - Thank you for saving her, doctor.

- You're welcome. - Thank you.

You bet.

Hello, you've reached Dr. Mackles office.

Dr. Mackles is on extended leave until further notice.

Please leave a message.

Well played.

You're a fucking piece of work, Lucas.

You're fucking... Lucas: We're not doing this.

We're not doing this again? We're not doing this again?

You know what you're not gonna do it? You fell asleep again!

You know our daughter has fucking seizures, and you fell asleep!

What do I want?

Fucking piece of... Lucas: Come on.

- Son of a bitch! Come on, come on.

I'm sorry.

That's right, - I'm fucking done! - Go upstairs!

She was the only thing in this whole sick fucking world

that was any good and you took her away from me!

Deelie.

Deelie!

Deelie!

I'm really sorry for what I did.