(waves lapping)
- How did they get in?
- There's no sigh of a forced entry.
- Think it's a robbery?
What's missing?
- I have no idea.
The owner had just moved in.
- The look on her face...
(camera clicking)
As if she knew her killer.
Have you informed
Lara's family?
- Yeah, we're trying to reach her husband,
he's a colleague of ours.
But he's not in town and his cell phone is off
and his voicemail is off.
(intense music)
(vocalizing)
(mysterious music)
(festive music)
(cheering)
(crickets chirping)
(fly buzzing)
(gun cocking)
(fly buzzing)
(intense music)
(gunshot echoing)
(murmuring)
- Where'd you get this? - Very, very nice.
(murmuring)
- Cheers.
(laughing)
(darkly whimsical music)
(murmuring)
- What?
(speaking foreign language)
- Good evening, ladies.
This way, please.
(murmuring)
(intense music)
(cheering)
(jet engines whirring)
(horn honking)
- How's it, Junior? - Ah, brother.
- How are you? (chuckling)
Good?
Gained weight, eh?
- Gained wait.
It's a good life, it's a good life.
What do you think?
- It's red.
(speaking foreign language)
Bags in the back.
And Sanct,
don't scratch the paint.
- [Sanct] Oh, your pick.
(engine roaring)
Red car, huh?
(intense music)
(cheering)
- She's the right one.
She's right up his street.
- I quite fancy her myself.
Who are you keeping her for?
(fireworks popping)
(darkly whimsical music)
Hi.
You look lost.
- My friend is in there.
- I think your friend just needs some privacy.
Come.
Someone you should meet.
(cheering)
(mysterious music)
- [Sanct] Hey, hey, where you going, bro?
- Going inside, come with, let's go.
- No, no, no, no.
I thought you we're gonna drop me off.
- I thought you're coming inside.
- No.
I can't.
- In that case, this is yours.
- The car? - The car is yours.
(laughing)
- Bro, I can't take the car.
I'm a cop. - What does that mean?
- I can't take it. - I'm not stupid, Sanct,
I know you're a cop, I know you're a Hawk.
It's not a stolen car.
I'm on probation, bro, I
can't afford to mess up.
- You sure?
- Owen owes me money.
Until he pays, it's yours, brother.
- I never had a red car.
(laughing)
(waves crashing)
(mysterious music)
(rhythmic music)
(engine revving)
(siren wailing) (police radio chattering)
Colonel De Wit's expecting me.
(buzzing)
(knocking)
(ominous music)
- Hey.
Still lost in that book of yours?
- Back already? - Mm-hmm.
It's beautiful outside.
You should do some exercises with me.
(sentimental music)
What do you want for breakfast?
- You.
Just you.
(somber music)
(siren wailing)
- Look at this place.
One would think they'd clean it up before I arrive.
Just take a seat, Lieutenant.
This whole station needs a clean up, Lieutenant,
and I'm not just talking about dust.
They need to move with the times.
And that's what we don't have in the police service is time.
- Yeah.
- I want you to be a success here.
You come highly recommended and
your years at the FBI
uniquely prepared you for this task.
(mysterious music)
- So what's the plan?
I really want to know who killed Lara Joubert.
- We,
we have to be cautious, Lieutenant.
I don't want anyone around here
knowing about this investigation, right?
- No.
- [De Wit] Did you know her husband?
- Captain Joubert?
No.
- According to this file, he's not an easy man to work with.
You know,
the night of that murder,
they tried to get him on his cell phone
but he didn't answer.
When they finally found him, he was completely paralytic.
- Hmm.
(somber music)
- How's it?
(police radio chattering)
(mysterious music)
What's up, Ger? - Hey.
Are you okay?
- Hey,
you!
What you doing?
- Sanct, Sanctus Snook.
- It's a crime scene.
(murmuring)
- Drugged, raped, stabbed.
Her passport.
- Do you have another? - Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Here.
- Irena Krol.
Who the fuck are you?
(laughing)
Sanctus.
That a real name?
How'd you get that?
Were you born in a church?
- De Wit put me on the case, okay?
- De Wit? - Your new boss.
She's got severe internal injuries,
probably the result of gang rape.
Strangled.
- I can see.
You're an expert, eh?
- Hey, hey!
Where you going, Captain?
(camera clicking) (mysterious music)
- Hey!
Did you enjoy the party? - Yes, thank you.
Although I didn't get my smartphone back from security.
And I can't seem to find my passport.
- I'll look into it.
- I want to call a friend.
I haven't been able to contact her since...
- Don't worry, your things will turn up.
Meanwhile,
I have been told to treat you
like a VIP.
The owner wants to try you out on some of the magazines.
He wants you in the next shoot.
- Really? - You'll get paid for it too.
Model rates.
- [Betsie] Mat!
- [Mat] Where is he?
- [Betsie] Mat!
Mat!
- Sorry.
- I know exactly who this is, Betsie, thank you.
And shut the door, thank you.
Please take a seat, Max.
- Why did you send someone else to my patch?
- I'm Bart De Wit, I'm the new Colonel.
Captain, explain to me 'my patch.'
- Sanctus...
- Lieutenant Snook is on the convent.
I gave him the order.
Now please sit, Max.
- It's Mat,
Marcus Andreas Theobald, my initials.
- So your father was a policeman?
- Yeah. - Runs in the family then?
- Yeah.
- See you've had a medical examination
so the doctors informed you of the high risk factors.
- Yeah, it's the usual.
- Captain Joubert,
you are well on your way to killing yourself.
Your cholesterol is way high.
Blood pressure too.
Cardiac arrhythmia.
Mr. smart, aren't you?
- Yeah.
And alone right now, so if you'd just cut to the chase--
- Captain! - That would be beautiful.
- If you don't shape up and show some respect...
I will stick you behind a desk.
- What do I have to do?
- I know about your wife.
She was shot on JT. - Yeah.
- My deepest sympathy.
Why did you refuse bereavement counseling?
You haven't been dealing too well
with the last 13 months, have you?
(sighing) - This is--
- I've made some appointments on your behalf.
- Psychotherapy.
Nutritional consultancy.
What the fuck is-- - And the most important one
that's not on there, physical activity.
You'll be joining a group called Fit For Life and Good Will.
- Join the group? - No.
Exercising in a group is good for morale and motivation.
- I swim.
- How often?
- Well, it depends on the day and...
- Well then it will be the group then.
(clears throat)
- I've got intensive armor training.
- Captain Joubert, you've got exactly six months
to prove to me that you're a winner
and that you're worthy of your place
on the South African Police Services.
(knocking)
- Come in. - Dead man's been found
in the parking lot of the Grand Hotel downtown,
sounds like murder. - That's mine!
- [De Wit] That's both of yours.
You're gonna work together, gentlemen.
- Yep. - I work alone.
- That's an order. - I work,
okay.
(intense music)
Fuck is this?
- [Sanct] It's mine.
Get in.
- [Mat] I wouldn't be seen dead in this.
- Don't tempt me.
Get in.
- [Mat] From which stone did you crawl out from anyway?
- Used to work for the Hawks.
- [Mat] You know who I am?
- [Sanct] Yeah.
- You knew my wife?
- [Sanct] I knew of her.
- I smoke.
- Well I've bested smoking.
- And I hate air conditioning.
This,
this is temporary.
- God, the air must be thin up there, eh?
- Where? - Where you are.
Looking down on everyone.
I've worked with some miserable sons of bitches, but you?
You really take the cake.
- I can see why they kicked you out of the Hawks.
- Who said I was kicked out?
- We've got a white female found on the dunes, dead.
It's probably a sex crime.
(mysterious music)
- My condolences about your wife.
It's always the best--
- Do I look like I want to talk?
For future reference, this is my I don't want to talk face.
- That's the only face I've seen so far.
- You're learning.
(coughing)
(laughing)
(horn honking)
(police siren whooping)
(police radio chattering)
- [Rich] Mat, can I have a word?
Just a word.
- The victim is white, businessman.
Shot in the chest and one in the head.
- [Sanct] Albert Einstein, eh?
Must've been a large caliber.
- Yeah, I had a look.
Still kind of disheveled here.
- James Wallace.
- Yeah.
He's got his wristwatch on and his wedding ring still.
It's expensive stuff.
- Cash is still there.
Wasn't a robbery.
- No hotel CCTV, anything?
- Nah, they haven't got any coverage this side.
- Take this.
- Rich Mosford from The Vrye Stem
asks if he can have a word with one of you guys.
- I'll go. - Nah, he's a puss.
- [Ger] I'll go and talk to him.
- Don't mention the gag or the mask.
Keep as much as possible out of the papers.
The address. - Got the address,
let's go.
(mysterious music)
(intense music)
- Hey, just heard on the police radio
one of our clients, James Wallace, murdered.
His house is supervised by a local branch.
- [Tech] Here, it's all on the screen.
(engine revving)
(doorbell ringing)
- The killer must've known the victim.
The mask is a message.
- Yes, please? - Captain Joubert
and Lieutenant Sanctus.
- Snook. - From the SAPS.
- You may come in. - Thank you.
- Mrs. Wallace is waiting for you there.
- Mrs. Wallace? - Please, take a seat.
- So, Mrs. Wallace, can you tell us about your husband?
(sighs)
- James loved his cricket.
He was a sponsor on the Executive Board
for Western Province Cricket.
- Does Albert Einstein
mean anything to you?
- The scientist?
What's he got to do with James?
(phone buzzing) - We don't know.
That's why I asked you. - 'Scuse me.
- [Mrs. Wallace] Of course.
- I need to ask you,
was it normal for him to spend a night out?
(sighs)
- If he was working late or at Newlands,
he'd stay at a hotel, yeah.
- And you didn't mind?
- I wasn't always thrilled about it.
Always had trouble sleeping.
It's not nice when your husband comes home
after drinking late with friends,
starting to snore immediately.
- And you trusted him?
- We had a perfect life.
(crying)
- Hey, hey, hey.
I know how hard this is. - How could you?
How could you possibly know?
- My wife, Lara,
she was also murdered.
Shot.
- Oh god.
- Are you going to be okay to come identify your husband?
- The office will be in touch.
Here's my card.
If anything comes to mind, call me.
Any time.
Anything.
So what were you so excited about?
- The woman in the hotel claims to have been
in a relationship with Wallace.
- I could've told you that.
- She told you? - I asked questions.
- I had to take the call.
- Next time wait until the end of the fucking interview.
How do you expect to solve anything
if you're messing about on the phone?
Is that how the Hawks operate?
Excuse me, I'm so sorry, I have a call waiting!
Fuck, it's no wonder I don't have a wife anymore.
(engine revving)
(mysterious music)
(sirens wailing)
Wow.
- Please, take a seat.
- So you spent three hours with James Wallace in this room?
- It's not against the law, is it?
- No.
Where did you meet the deceased?
- We Skyped a lot.
The company I work for was looking at buying land here.
We immediately struck up a good understanding and
he suggested we talk face to face.
- Oh, so last night was the first time you met him?
- No.
We've known each other 10 months.
We were planning on living together.
- He had a family.
- He wanted me to meet the children.
I was scared of his wife. - Why?
- He was worried she'd have a complete breakdown.
She was dependent on him.
He didn't love her, he loved me.
He picked me up at the airport
and suggested lunch at Bardonos.
- You have a boyfriend? - What?
- [Sanct] Anyone who might not be too happy
about you sleeping with another man?
- [Miranda] No.
- I just can't stand the thought
of his fucking arms around you.
- Just don't picture it.
- [Miranda] I'm not usually that kind of woman.
- So you say.
So after the shagging, what happened?
- He was in a hurry.
He had to go home.
- Yeah, he had to go home to his wife, his kids.
(police sirens wailing)
(somber music)
- There have been fresh developments in the Wallace case,
as Miss Miranda West, a resident of Johannesburg
confessed to having an affair with the deceased.
Miss West, who was probably the last person
to see Wallace alive, has confirmed with the police
that Wallace did indeed-- - Daddy?
- Know Wilson and that he was
an affiliate of the Russian Mafia.
(somber music)
(mysterious music)
- I really don't wanna work together with him.
- Look, I know he's difficult.
But this is the best way forward.
Just be patient. - Patient?
(scoffs)
It's not easy being around Joubert,
he's a mental case.
- Crazy enough to kill his wife?
- I don't know.
- I specifically said, "Leave as much as possible
"out of the papers!"
- Cooperation with the media is important
in cases like this!
- You told the press about the talker, eh?
You gave away vital evidence.
- The execution scenario points to the involvement
of the Russian Mafia.
(scoffs)
Joubert!
- He's crazy. - Joubert!
Captain!
- Hi Rosina. - Hey.
- [De Wit] Captain!
- Colonel.
I found pictures of Irena Krol on the internet.
She took part in one of those modeling contests a year ago.
Gentlemen,
meet Irena Krol.
Her hair is red like the girl in the dunes
but the murdered girl's hair is obviously dyed.
- Yeah.
- You're certain the dead girl isn't Irena Krol?
- No, it's not just the hair,
there's physical differences.
- So who is it? - The point is,
it's not just who it is if it isn't Irena Krol,
the point is, where is Irena Krol now?
And how long has she got to live?
(mysterious music)
(groans)
(engine sputtering)
- Doesn't sound healthy, eh?
(engine sputtering)
Come on, let's take mine.
(engine sputtering)
(chuckling)
- The mask.
What is the link between Wallace and Einstein?
- E=MC squared.
Don't ask me what it means.
Something to do with the theory of relativity.
He was into quantum physics way before anyone else.
He also said, "Coincidence is God's way
of remaining anonymous."
- Hmm.
- All in Wikipedia, bro.
(mysterious music)
- Entry wound, half a centimeter.
Exit wound is five centimeters.
(intense music)
Mat, you okay?
- Hey. - Yeah.
- So, with regards to Wallace.
It was the head shot.
Entry through the left frontal sinus,
exit two centimeters above the fontanel.
Exit wound is quite large, soft-nosed bullet, could be.
Relatively close shot, two, three meters.
- Okay.
- Your man was already dead after the first shot,
the second one was unnecessary.
Come, let's go and have a look.
- Gotta go. - Hey, hey,
someone needs to be present, it's rules.
- You got this okay, he's staying.
Fuck, my car.
(sentimental music)
(keys jingling)
You can use my car, just stop acting like a zombie.
- It's okay.
It's okay, he's a Hawk.
Thanks.
- Mat Joubert.
- I was expecting a man.
- Is there a problem? - No.
No.
- [Doctor] Okay.
Please, take a seat.
(sighs)
It's okay, you can relax.
We're just gonna kickstart with a few basic questions.
Where did you grow up?
- Goodwood.
- Brothers and sisters?
- Older sister, she's a teacher in Joburg.
Left home at 16, we hardly see each other.
- Your father?
- Policeman.
Look, I didn't join the force because of him,
I became a cop despite of him.
A family friend persuaded me.
Robin van Rees, he was quite famous.
- You admired him?
- Van Rees?
Yeah, more than my father.
- Cigarette?
- Yeah.
It's a great spot for a suicide.
- Is that something you've ever...
How did you get on with your father?
- I didn't.
He was big on rugby and cricket.
So I took up swimming.
Wasn't my choice to come here.
- You seem angry about life.
- Had better times.
- Tell me about them. - Listen!
Just strike me off your list, I came,
I talked, I left, end of story!
- All right, Captain, I'll strike you off the list.
And then you never have to see me again.
(sighs)
I don't take it personally,
otherwise I couldn't do my job.
No point in wasting time.
That's my daughter. - Cute.
- She died.
- Sorry.
- You can't bring her back.
And I can't bring Lara back.
But I can help you.
(sighs)
- They want to get rid of me.
Well, my new boss does.
- And what do you want?
- I just
want them to leave me alone.
- [Doctor] What does that mean?
- I can't sleep.
My brain's fried.
The guys at work think I'm fucking mull.
Yeah.
- You'll have to come at least once a week.
- Okay.
When?
- We can start Tuesdays at four.
- Friday.
- I'm fully booked next Friday.
- This Friday.
- The day after tomorrow, I think I've got
a spot open at five. - Okay, see you then.
(engine revving)
(phone ringing)
(horn honking)
- Who the fuck do you think you are, Joubert?
You think I'm your bud?
Well fuck you, fucking doos.
- Why are you here, Snook?
- [Sanct] I'm working!
- How come you're so close to De Wit?
What are you doing for him? - My job!
And you're not making it easy,
especially when you take my car and you leave me
holding my balls in a parking lot!
- Sorry.
Listen,
I got two cases to solve.
The death of an unfaithful man
and the disposal of a young girl
who was raped, killed and dumped.
I can't solve them on my own.
(scoffs)
- Get in.
(engine revving)
(somber music)
(wind blowing)
(crickets chirping)
(barking)
(door creaking)
(intense music)
(mysterious music)