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(music plays)

(dogs barking)

(traffic and horns blaring)

(woman screams)

I'm going in.

(glass crunching)

Oh! (man yells)

(door opens)

(speaking Italian) Lavazzi.

(speaking Italian)

(police siren)

(police dispatcher)

(crowd cheering and band playing)

(police dispatcher)

Units on standby identify.

(band plays)

Mackles: 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?

Mackles: 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 its power.

(bell rings)

Looks like we're out of time.

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

Thank you.

Mackles: 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.

(Radio dispatcher inaudible)

(tires squeal)

Get the fuck in there!

Don't fucking move.

Girl: Don't! Wait!

-Hey! -Girl: Stop!

What are you doing in there?

Man: I'm Detective Bowen. Girl: Get away from me!

-Calm down, okay? -Girl: Please?

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

Shut the fuck up!

Preston: You can't take her!

I'm Detective Bowen.

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

Mary. Come on, Mary.

What are you doing with her?

Keep your hands up!

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

-Maria? -Hey, where you going?

-Maria? -Where you going?

-You can't take her! -Outside.

Hey, man.

-Get on your fucking-- -She stays with me, pal.

Get on your feet now.

I didn't do anything wrong, man.

You know, she came willingly with me.

I told you, get on your fucking feet!

Nah! You go to hell, bitch.

-You first. (gunshot)

(thud)

(police siren)

(tires squeal)

No, no, no, no!

(tires screech)

We need him alive!

(police siren)

(gurgling)

(gurgling)

Medics are on the way.

(gunshot)

(neck cracks)

(gunshots)

(speaking Italian)

Preston: Then go to hell!

Lukas VO: You first. (gunshot)

(music plays on car radio)

(speaking Italian)

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.

Power, as you say, 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.

(Randoku laughs)

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.

Angie: Detective Boyd,

did you feel any sense of vindication

when you fired at the suspect?

Other than that 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.

Department Rep: Let's be honest, Miss Cannon.

Mr. Preston was clearly leaning forward

at the time of the shooting.

Reaching for a gun.

Any more questions?

(water bubbling)

Deelie: You okay?

Yeah.

(Lukas sighs)

That's not convincing.

(scoffs) No, I'm okay.

(places plate down on table)

I had another bad dream.

Deelie: Do you want to talk about it?

No. Not really.

(Lukas yells)

(sighs)

(soft music plays)

(pressing buttons on mobile phone)

(phone rings)

(bell tolls)

Randoku: Hello?

Yes, it's me.

Let's move forward.

I'll wire what we agreed upon.

(soft music continues)

(crunching noise)

(bell tolls)

(door locks)

Go, go, go, go!

Coach: You got it! (whistle blows)

(police sirens)

Alright, you go first.

(laughs) I'm just kidding. Yeah.

Hold on.

You might have fooled the review board,

but don't you think you can fool me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right 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

"cause all I can hear are the voices.

You know?

-Fuckers- -You having fun?

Yeah, loads.

Kersch: I was thinking maybe you should take a vacation.

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.

(Lukas groans)

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.

(Dispatcher) (car engine starts)

-You want me to get that? -You get it.

This is 130 reporting.

(tires screeching)

(police radio)

What do we got, Jimmy?

A floater. Caucasian female.

She's been dead maybe 6 hours.

Maria: Oh, fuck.

Any I.D?

Jimmy: No. Nothing.

Maria: Age?

Jimmy: 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.

Alright.

Will you send it upstairs for me?

-Yeah. -Thank you.

-You okay? -Hmm?

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

Just give me a second.

Alright, gang-related or...

Lukas: No, no, no, no. This ain't gang-related.

Marchant: No.

It's more methodical. Somebody with a purpose.

Yeah. With a purpose, right?

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

Kersch: 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.

Lukas: Captain? -Yeah?

You didn't see what she looked like.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking another good cop became a bureaucrat.

Then how about I buy you a drink?

Sounds great.

Boy: Ooh!

Yo! That's a brick!

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

Second boy: Air ball!

Boy: Shoot it! Shoot it!

Second boy: I think that's a foul!

Boy: Oh, set.

Second boy: 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.

Boy: Dunk it up your ass.

Boy: Whoo!

Stefan: Help! Let me out!

-Let me outta here! (tires squeal)

This kid is... (inaudible)

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, Lukas.

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.

(both chuckle)

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

(Maria laughs)

What?

I'm just gonna be your friend.

-Thank you. -Okay.

That'd be great. You know what friends do?

They order shots. Why don't you buy me a shot?

Okay.

Get us a couple shots.

-Okay. -Okay. Come on.

(Lukas groans)

Randoku: Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

(Stefan cries)

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

(Stefan cries)

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

(Stefan cries)

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

(Stefan cries)

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

(Stefan sobs)

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

(Stefan sobs)

(Stefan screams and cries)

(pours drink into sink) (sets cup down)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(tires screech)

Voice: Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

He was called in missing about I am.

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.

(helicopter blades whir overhead)

Voice: Mimi nitakamata tani.

Randoku: 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.

Lukas: Shit.

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicks continuously)

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

Okay.

(camera shutter clicks)

Medical Examiner: 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.

When you say quick, how quick?

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

Lukas: What about the heart, did you find it?

-No. -No?

No. Didn't find it.

What about the boy?

Medical Examiner:: 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.

Lukas: Yeah, I'll take a little snoot.

And there's another, uh,

another thing interesting.

Lukas: Yeah?

Remember those things you brought from the altar?

Yes, sir.

Medical Examiner: Well...

Cheers.

This one...

(contents shake in jar)

It's finely powdered gold.

Lukas: What do you mean gold?

Like Fort Knox Gold.

Lukas: No shit.

And these...

these are some herbs you brought.

Lukas: Yeah.

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

And it's uh...

something called Rooibos.

(inaudible)

Well, there's been some research on it.

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

It ain't that kinda tea, though.

-Thanks, Bill. -Not like you drink.

(Lukas laughs)

Excuse me.

Do you know where Dr. Mackles' office is?

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

-Yeah. -Thanks.

Dr. Mackles: Come in.

May I help you?

Lukas: Well, I hope so.

Are you Dr. Mackles?

Yes.

I'm homicide detective Lukas Boyd.

Do you mind if I sit?

So, you teach African studies, is that right?

-(Lukas clears throat) -Yes.

Lukas: Are you from Africa?

Yes. Lesotho.

Where is that at?

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

Is my being African important?

Lukas: Well, again, I hope so.

Do you, uh, know what rooibos is?

Yes. It's tea.

Just tea?

Well, it's sometimes used medicinally.

Mm-hmm.

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

(sniffs)

Where did you get this?

Why? What is it?

Dr. Mackles...

What is it?

It's... herbs.

Mm-hmm. Just any kind of herbs?

Well, I would say Yohimbe bark

and, uh, some other fermented tree roots.

Lukas: Hmm.

Where did 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.

Lukas: 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.

Lukas: Well...

I appreciate your time, sir.

(door opens and closes)

(drumming)

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?

Mm-hmm.

Be careful.

He could be coming for you.

Thank you.

Is everything okay?

Dr. Mackles. I need your help.

Goddammit, 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?

(police dispatcher radio)

Watch your step, doctor.

Oh...

Lukas: What is it, doctor?

Mackles: It's Swahili.

Zulu.

-Hmm. - It identifies territory.

Identifies how?

Centers of power,

or ways to give 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 is 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.

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.

(yells)

(yells)

Businessman, politicians, salesmen, you.

Anyone.

People who pay for Muti

are seeking personal success,

power,

protection.

They believe Muti strengthens their personal force,

gives them an edge.

In Muti, specific body parts

have a distinct effect.

Mm-hmm.

Genitals...

They bring virility, good luck...

Especially if they're virgin.

Right.

The eyes. Farsightedness.

Clarity of vision.

The brain...

knowledge, political power.

Mm-hmm.

The Sangoma takes whatever they need

for a specific outcome.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, there's more.

A Sangoman must take the flesh

while the victim is still alive.

Right.

In order to get the power they seek...

Mm-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. -Mm-hmm.

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...

he feels he needs power to do it.

Lukas: Mm-hmm.

And understand this.

These first two -

they were just him getting ready.

He did them for himself.

Capisce?

Kersch: Do you really believe in this?

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

This is just too sick.

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

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

All I see right now is a monster.

(sighs)

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

One filled with life and promise.

I want her to have a great deal of intelligence.

And so much more to live for.

(sighs)

(footsteps)

Welcome.

What can I get for you?

Tequila.

Neat or on the rocks?

-Neat. -Okay.

Terry: Are you new in town?

Yes.

Vacation?

No. Work.

That's a really cool accent.

I like it. Where is it from?

I've been in 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.

Terry: 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.

Terry: This is just a summer job for me.

-You are in school? -Yeah.

I'm pre-med at the university.

So, you are smart.

(laughs) I guess.

Cop 1: This matches the van that was reported stolen two weeks ago.

Cop 2: Clear here?

Yeah. It's clear here.

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.

Cop 2: Let's see if Terry knows anything.

Cop 2: Hey, Terry.

Hey.

Cop 2: Either of you wouldn't happen to know

anything about that van--

(screams)

Marchant: No, no. I get it.

It's a witch doctor from Africa.

Lukas: 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'm gonna go back to work.

Marchant: Hey, Boyd. Sit down.

Boyd!

I think he's onto something.

Yeah. Like what?

Captain. We have two officers down.

Kersch: 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. Alright.

So, tell me, what did he look like?

Was he big, tall, or what?

He was big.

-Yeah? Good. -Mm-hmm.

When you say big, like over 6 feet, or what?

- I think so. -Mm-hmm.

Black? White? What?

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 sniffles)

Terry, what was his name?

Randoku.

Lukas: Randuku?

Randoku.

Okay. Alright, come on. Let me get you up.

Come on. Let me help you.

Maria.

I got a name. Randoku.

Let's go 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 6'3"...

6|4"-

Jimmy, give me a name on these prints.

He had scars on his face.

Scars on his face. 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.

Keith: Come on. Come on! Gotta go! Gotta go!

I want everybody on two.

And let's communicate.

-Bobby, you stay here. -Copy that.

He's been here.

(police sirens)

There he goes!

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

(gunshot)

(gun clicks)

(gunshot)

Lukas: Freeze! Claussen, get the fuck down!

(gunshots)

Policeman: Officer down! Lukas: Son of a bitch!

Radio: I need backup!

Fuck! We got officers down! Go! Go! Go!

Radio: He's down! He's injured!

Maria, let's get outta here. Let's go.

Maria, let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

(low moan)

Jesus Christ!

I'm gonna get you outta here. Hey, gimme your fucking jacket!

Come on. Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

(bells ring)

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

I'll try.

After you.

So why'd you come here to America?

A 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.

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.

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.

Valeria: You're okay?

Ten children in Tanzania

kidnapped and killed for body parts.

A dozen children in Spain.

Thousands 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.

How hard does your heart have to get in order to live?

Valeria: Maybe you should go home.

Be with your family.

My family, yeah.

You're right.

(sighs) 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.

Thank you.

You're a fucking piece of work, Lukas.

Deelie: You're fucking-- Lukas: We're not doing this.

Deelie: We're not doing this again?

You know what you're not gonna do?

You fell asleep again!

You gonna go asleep again, yeah? Yeah?

Like you did before?!

Lukas: What do you want me to say?

Deelie: You fucking piece of-- Son of a...bitch!

I need some of your brew.

Come on in.

(pouring alcohol into cup)

What's going on? You doing okay?

Yeah.

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

Mm...

There was something that I wanted to show you

I found in Randoku's apartment the other day.

Look at this. It's Farner LTD, it's a multi-billion dollar,

multi-national, mega corporation.

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 it is to him?

(telephone rings)

Hold on.

This is Lukas.

They have something in forensics.

We'll be right down. Thanks.

I got this from the bar.

But there were no matches in the U.S. 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 6 years.

Here's his death certificate signed by a Sudanese General.

Marchant: 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.

Claussen: Hey, Lukas.

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.

You got it.

(sighs)

(dialing phone)

(phone rings)

(clears throat)

Valeria: (speaking Italian)

Lukas: Do you speak English?

Yes. Can I help you?

Lukas: This is Detective Lukas Boyd.

I'm calling from America.

I need to speak to a, uh,

I think it's Inspector Mario Lavazzi.

Valeria: I'm sorry, but he's left for the day, Detective.

Lukas: Ok, you don't understand. This is an emergency.

I'm investigating a murder of two children.

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

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

Valeria: Okay, okay. Scusi. I find him.

(phone beeps)

Lavazzi: Si?

-Inspector Lavazzi? -Lavazzi: Yes.

Lukas: I'm Detective Lukas Boyd.

I'm investigating a murder of two children.

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.

Lukas: 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.

Is there anything you can help me with

because he's doing the same thing here?

I know who he works for.

Lukas: Who?

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

Okay, well, just talk to me like a cop then.

Lavazzi: 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. (clears throat)

Prego, Detective. Prego.

(knocking on door)

Maid: Can I help you?

Yes, ma'am. I'm Detective Boyd.

Is Shelby Farner around?

Yes, he is.

Go get him for me, please.

-Okay. -Thank you.

(door closes)

(footsteps coming down staircase)

Lukas: Mr. Farner?

Yes.

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

Certainly. Uh, come with me.

Lukas: 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.

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.

(footsteps and door opening and closing)

Katie: Exactly!

(random chatter)

Coach: Alright, ladies!

Time to get ready! Get on your numbers!

Warm up!

Ladies on the sideline, warmup!

Coach: Set!

(whistle blows)

(girls cheering)

Whoo!

-Good job! Good job! -Thank you.

Whoo!

Good job. High five!

Good job! Awesome!

(cell phone rings)

(phone continues ringing)

(car door closes) Lukas: 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.

FARNER: I hear you're quite the student athlete.

I try my best, sir.

Do you know that I have a foundation

that offers scholarships for girls like you.

Really?

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?

(laughs) Ah, Katie, you are just delightful.

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

Yes, sir. Straight A's.

Farner: 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...

Farner: Obviously.

So, how do you know my parents?

Oh, we've known each other for ages.

That's so weird. They never mentioned you before.

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.

(Farner chuckles)

Claussen: 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, alright?

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 right near water.

Mm.

(dispatcher radio static)

Give me some good news, Claussen.

Claussen: Farner industries owns a whole lot of property in town.

They got one warehouse by the river.

I'm sending you the address now.

Got it. Thanks.

You ought a stay here.

Okay.

(gun cocking)

(Randoku's voice speaking inaudibly)

Randoku: Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Randoku: Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Randoku: Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Randoku: Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

Humu kuwa tani.

Humu Mimi...

nitakamata tani.

(sobs) Please stop!

Randoku: Humu Mimi kuwa tani.

(Katie sobbing)

Randoku: Humu Mimi nitakamata tani.

(Katie sobbing)

Humu Mimi...

kuwa tani.

(Katie sobbing)

Randoku: 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!

(knife hits floor)

Good. Now put your hands behind your head.

No!!

(Farner making gurgling sounds)

(Katie sobbing)

(Katie sobbing)

I warned you.

(Mackles gagging)

(jabbing sound)

(Katie sobbing)

Katie: No...(sobbing)

No...

Please...no!

No!!

(sirens)

No...

(Katie sobbing)

Policeman: Who's there?

Detective Boyd.

(Katie sobbing)

Lukas: One white male found dead on site.

Shelby Farner.

(glass rattles)

Lukas: No trace of Randoku.

(cell phone rings)

(cell phone rings)

Lavazzi: Detective Boyd.

This is Inspector Lavazzi.

Lukas: Inspector Lavazzi.

I found something that might be helpful.

Lavazzi: 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. Mackles.

Maybe this can help you somehow.

I appreciate the call.

(sighs)

(thud)

Aw, man...

Goddammit...

(heavy sigh)

Dr. Mannheim: Detective?

Yeah.

Detective. Are you okay?

She was my partner.

Dr. Mannheim: It's all right. She's been transferred.

What did you say?

It's okay. She's okay.

I had her moved downstairs.

What do you mean?

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

Oh, Jesus.

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

Thank you.

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.

(dialing on cell phone)

(phone rings)

(phone continues ringing)

(phone continues ringing)

(phone continues ringing, answering machine beeps)

Voicemail: Hello, you've reached Dr. Mackles office.

Dr. Mackles is on extended leave until further notice.

Please leave a message.

(beep)

Well played.

(thunder and rain pouring)

(thunder claps)

You're a fucking piece of work, Lukas.

-Deelie: You're fucking-- -Lukas: We're not doing this.

Deelie: We're not doing this again?

You're not gonna do it?

You fell asleep again!

You know our daughter has fucking seizures,

and you fell asleep!

Deelie: Fucking... Lukas: Come on.

Son of a bitch!

(yelling)

That's right, I'm fucking done!

Deelie: She was the only thing

in this whole sick fucking world

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

(gun clicking)

(gunshot)

No.

-(thud) -Deelie!

Deelie!

I'm really sorry for what I did.

(rain falling)

[speaking Italian]

[intense music plays]