-How close?! -It was tucked like this.
-My back wheel was like, "Gimme, gimme, gimme." -I was just...
Morning.
-Hi. -Morning, morning.
Three breakfast beers for my boys.
What does one do in a one-horse town like this?
Ride the local horses.
Sorry, there's no smoking here, sir.
This is the one.
-This one. -Cool, that's beautiful.
I said there's no smoking here.
So, who's this boertjie?
Is he your dad?
You heard her, guys. There's no smoking here.
Hey, guys. There's no smoking.
What the?!
-Shit. -Boys, boys, back off!
What the fuck are you doing?
Trust me, boys, you don't want this.
You heard the lady, get outta here. Get outta here!
Fucking... Fuck!
Fuck.
Okay.
I'll see you around.
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.
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.
Well. Very well.
So, tell me. How are the preparations?
-Should I be concerned? -Osman: No.
All is good, brother. The package is on its way.
Good to hear.
And you have the funds in place?
-We have them, brother. -Very good.
Hassan!
Ismail! Ismail, stop!
Over there.
-On the floor! -Hold your fire!
-Don't move. -Hold your fire!
Stay down.
Officer, I got it.
Up you get. Let's go.
Get up.
Jesus, Ismail,
what in the world have you gotten yourself into?
You, my brother, are gonna need to talk to me.
It's just us.
The medic is on her way.
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.
-How so? -They're all nervous.
Late night shit. Meetings between
Osman and the young ones.
I don't know, man! Where's that medic?
Just relax.
Is this the medic?
-Then what good are you to me, lady? -The important question is...
what good are you to me?
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?
That's the guy.
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?
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.
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.
Ma'am, if we're ramping up, we could use..
Hire whoever you need.
No.
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. - 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.
What's your typing speed?
Mrs. Strachan?
Are you okay?
Sorry for wasting your time.
Tell me...
Can you keep a secret?
That's all I've done for the last 20 years.
I fucking told you to leave town, Ismail.
Why kill him like this?
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.
Then we will no longer impose on your hospitality.
Shukran, brother Abdullah.
And the minister rang again. He wants to meet with you.
Boss.
We found Baboo Rayan's car.
And it's definitely our car?
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.
Hi.
Target's turning into Diana Road.
It's the first turning on the left.
I'm on it.
What's he doing?
He's parked outside a house.
Gotcha.
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. -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.
Go on.
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.
Hello?
Speaking.
I'm sorry?
Of course.
I-I'm sorry. I got the job?
Remember, stick to the plan
and everything goes as it should, alright?
The moment Rayan leaves the house,
-we'll move in. -Copy that.
Come on.
Milla Strachan, this is you.
You report to Jessica Van Zandt.
Hi.
This is Theunie Brenner.
He also reports to Jessica.
Hi.
- Jess? - Don't worry. I'll fill her in.
Good luck.
The minister wants to take a walk with you.
So, you had a security briefing?
I did, yes.
Are we spies?
No way.
They're spies. We're research.
Isn't that right, Theunie?
I'm so glad you're here.
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.
Thanks.
You're looking good.
You don't have to tell me.
Lost weight. Look at us.
Yeah, no longer running from the law.
Yeah. We are the law.
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.
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.
Bravo Five to Alpha One, target is on the move.
Okay, everyone. We're live. Hey.
Alright. Let's do it.
Bravo Five, looks like he's headed
toward the coffee shop.
Paul.
-Alright? -'Kay.
Okay, he'll be with you shortly, Bravo One. Stand by.
Copy.
What, Auntie?
Hold on, Control. Something's up.
Bravo One, what's the problem?
His auntie heard about his antics
on the roofs of the Bo-Kaap.
- She sent him packing. - Yeah, yeah.
What if he comes back here?
Fuck. He's on his way back....
- Q, are you hearing this? - Yeah, I can hear that.
Pass me the Q20.
Come on, Paul.
Control, I really need to know the location
of the target.
Confirmed, target headed back.
Control to Alpha.
Confirmed, Alpha One.
Target is on his way back home.
-Alpha, do you copy? -Yeah, I copy.
Alpha One, I reckon you have one minute
before he turns into his street.
Alpha One, abort.
Bravo Two, we need you to cause a diversion.
- Copy that. - Three, two,
one...
now.
Drive, man! What's going on here?!
I said abort, Quinn! Now!
Drive!
What are you doing?!
Paul!
Be careful with it, okay?
Drive!
Hello! Hello!
Come on!
Move! Move!
Thank you! Come on!
Paul, gimme the tape.
-Shit. -What?
-Good? -Yeah, let's go. Come on.
Okay. Let's see what we got.
Alpha team,
we have eyes on the target.
Good job, everyone.
Remind me again why we do this?
'Cause it's our job.
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.
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.
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.
Lourens.
Thank you so much.
-Morning. -Morning!
-Late night? -No, just a quiet night in.
-You? -What do you think?
Folks.
Our key focus is now Julius Shabangu.
It's all thanks to Mrs. Strachan.
-When did they start arriving? -A few minutes ago.
You don't make a move without my say so.
Okay. Okay...
Alpha One, we have eyes on the target.
Right...
We've got eyes on the 4x4, gentlemen.
Okay, Raj.
Talk to me. What are you getting from inside?
Hold on.
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.
-Copy? -That's a negative.
We have Osman and Suleiman.
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.
-Let me know when they come back up. -Yep.
Do we have anything else?
Well, maybe not nothing.
Alright.
You looking for me?
-You can call me Flea. -Hello.
Lourens Le Riche?
And that makes you Lemmer.
We'll need to get going. There's still a ways to the border.
Yep.
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-- -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...
"Kickoff is at 7:00 PM. That's when it happens."
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.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stay here.
You'll need me.
This is not good.
You've better not have hurt them.
Them? Is there more than one?
-Didn't Diederik tell you? -No, there's a lot Diederik didn't tell me.
What do we think they're bringing in?
My money's on a dirty bomb.
Whatever it is they're planning
to bring into the country,
it could be coming from anywhere.
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.
Where...
are the diamonds?
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.
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.
Hello? 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.
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?