Mr Pillay, what were -you doing near field 8 - A?
Collecting soil samples for scientific tests.
The Tyrones,
they've been using banned toxins from the apartheid days
to poison the fields.
They spray the crops at night.
Can we get a sample to test?
Hello.
A manhunt has been launched
for a Pietermaritzburg girl who was kidnapped
from a neighbourhood cafe.
A police spokesperson stated the girl had been sent
by her parents to buy milk earlier that day.
Reyka.
I need you chop this for me, please.
Are bananas alive?
What do you mean?
The seeds.
Our bananas don't have seeds;
they come from a variety called Cavendish.
Cavendish?
They're clones.
So all the bananas are the same.
From generation to generation.
Like me and my ma.
Angus?
It's been more than seven months, Reyka.
Your mom will stop looking for you.
We're your family now, angel.
And we love you.
Okay. I'm sorry.
It's fine, baby.
Banana farming's hard work.
There are many threats.
Red spiders, eelworms, weevil borers, they're the worst.
Weevil borers?
Mmm.
Who's that for?
Sipho.
Sipho?
Yes he works in the plantations.
Madam. Bon appetit.
Lucy.
Reyka. Reyka!
Angus, is there another girl here?
Is there another girl here?
No, my love. It's just you.
You're my one and only.
Patient is suffering
from severe smoke inhalation.
Speelman.
Message.
Thank you.
Any good?
Tearjerker.
Ma.
Hey.
Hi.
Thuli, I can't.
I'm sorry.
No, it's okay.
I'll go get a coffee.
Ma?
Yeah. Yes, Thuli.
Why are you like this?
Like what?
You know, sad.
I don't mean to be.
Well can't you try harder to be happier?
I am. I am trying.
I am trying. You make me happy.
I'm sorry, Thuli. I'm sorry.
Don't be scared.
I hope you're feeling better.
I've drafted the affidavit.
An appointments been set up for you to come and sign.
He hopes these are still your favourite.
We have a suspect in custody.
He's confessed to trying to kill Gogo Pampatha.
This man was commissioned
by someone inside your royal court.
You're welcome to wear any of these, if they fit.
Thank you Ma'am.
Pampatha, you can stay here until your house is rebuilt.
Thanks Pampatha.
Hey, Pampatha. Why don't you just take the day off?
I want to work, sir.
Did you hear the chopper last night?
No.
Well, Kathleen says it woke her up.
She must've been dreaming.
Yes. I told her we never spray at night.
Our cane field killer's like a leopard, Zwane.
Solitary, lives close to people without being detected.
When he goes hunting, sites his target,
and chooses to ambush or stalk his prey.
Only when he's close, he explodes, he attacks.
Leopards counter not attack.
Look.
All I'm trying to say is we have seven victims.
All of them women, all of them in the same location.
And two of them have been tied up with knots.
And what? We're still not calling these serial murders?
Hector's stuck on the Encabi theory.
That's a fisherman's knot.
Hey!
Take a look at this.
Guess who keeps popping up.
Print it. I'll share with the team.
Still got it, Tanner.
Okay, come along, let's start.
Hey.
You give up too easily, Tanner.
You can take a few days.
I'm good. Thanks.
Okay. Over to you, Sewsunker.
Okay. Double fisherman's knot also called grapevine knot.
First used by the Indian fishermen
when they were brought to the region.
I've traced back the origins
to an Indian Naval academy near Goa.
So, we're looking for a man who is skilled
with Indian fishing knots.
Suresh Pillay.
Pillay is not a fishermen.
He could've learned these techniques from his forefathers.
Sewsunker, any results on the soil sample?
Lab's backed up, sir. A few more days.
We're only pushing Pillay because we've got no one else?
I don't see it that way.
That's not your call, Sam.
The man with Pillay is Imam Kajee,
founder, member and investor in Pillay's Sugarland store.
Deeper research into Imam Kajee reveals you're wrong.
Pillay is a fisherman.
You found these?
Boss?
Our victims are black women.
Serial killers almost always target victims
of their same race.
The Blue Lagoon killer didn't.
Those were racial murders, by a racist. That's different.
Pillay could have bound his victims when he killed them
to remind them that they're inferior,
slaves of a lower race than Indians.
Good job Zwane.
Re-open the inquiry into Suresh Pillay.
So have you tested the soil sample?
Yes. But the results aren't back yet.
What happened to your eye?
Car accident.
Have you seen a doctor?
It looks worse than it is.
How do you know Imam Kajee?
Kajee? He's an elder in our community.
Yes. But how do you know him?
Kajee was a founding member of Sugarland General Dealer.
Mm, so, a business partner?
Back in the day. Yeah.
And your relationship now?
We're just friends.
When last you see him?
Kajee? Ugh, it's been a while.
Mr. Pillay,
the police have made links between you and the knots
used by the cane field killer on his victims.
Knots?
Very few people can tie this particular knot.
Anybody can tie knots.
Truck removal workers, furniture removals.
The knot has Indian Naval influence.
And we know you were mentored by Imam Kajee.
Look just because I'm Indian doesn't mean
Besides, how do you know I can tie those knots?
Just curious. Here, take a look.
Mr. Pillay?
Grapevine knot.
I know those knots, but I couldn't have killed those people.
I never leave my family's side.
My boy's ill. He needs me with him day and night.
Same knots on both bodies.
Also both have pressure points on the neck from a garrote.
Strangled from the left.
Our killer's left-handed?
Yep.
I found this in her pocket.
Bus ticket.
And? Did it fly yesterday?
One of the fuel gauges is empty.
I told you.
Well, they're not all that accurate, you know.
They can say empty and still be half full.
It wasn't a dream, John.
I don't want you to think about this again, Cathleen.
Yeah. So exactly what I was saying.
Yeah.
Strangulation is so intimate,
being there when life slips away.
So what? Do you think he gets off on it?
Yes. Thank you.
The release is intense.
For a moment, it makes him feel powerful, calm, complete,
like a lover.
And then slowly over time,
the hunger creeps back in
and he needs to do it again and again.
He needs to kill the same woman over and over.
What woman?
The one who makes him angry. The one who humiliates him.
His wife, Asher.
No someone from his childhood, like a mother or an aunt.
Our killer isn't awkward with women, like Pillay.
We looking for somebody that succeeds at luring women
into a dangerous and intimidating place.
Someone that makes them believe
that they're a participant in something consensual.
You don't think Pillay can do that?
Do you?
The bus ticket I called about?
Right, so I followed up on it.
Victim travelled from Pongola to Durban station,
arrived about a month ago.
Okay. She was found in the Kwa-Zulu cane fields.
The only way to get from Durban station to Kwa-Zulu
it's the local taxi rank.
If our latest victim took a taxi to the rank,
we can track all the passengers
who arrived from Durban station.
How?
Rank security cameras.
They were used during a taxi violence case there.
Okay.
But those were installed and are owned
by the Kwa-Zulu taxi association.
Even in that case, the courts struggled to subpoena them
from the association bosses.
We can get them.
I don't think so.
He's right. We can get them.
It's too dangerous.
Look.
I've had a couple of run-ins with the association
over the years.
Me and Abula Vilakazi, we go way back.
Okay, but wont we need backup.
No, no backup. Simple mission to request footage.
Okay. Nothing more.
Anyway, convoy of cop cars will only make them clam up
and refuse to give us the footage.
So I'm driving now.
Hey.
Hey, get out of here man.
Go.
What are we doing here?
Move.
What are we doing here, man?
Looking for a guy, okay?
I'm out.
Hey, what are you doing?
He's not going to speak to you, ace.
Taxi's from Durban stop here.
Shit.
No, no, no.
Right, where is he?
Come on.
Long time.
See you've been busy, huh?
Vilakazi Taxis have stolen 10 minivans
in the last year alone.
We're here to impound them.
You come to our territory
and make such an offensive accusation.
Actually we're looking for a man.
He meets girls at your rank.
Taxis from the Durban station,
and takes him to the cane fields and he kills them there.
I heard about that.
Your ranks cameras can help us catch this boss,
give us the footage,
we'll turn a blind eye to all your other activities.
I don't know what you're talking about, Tanner.
Those cameras are damaged, there's no footage.
But I'm going to ask you one last time.
Give me the footage or I arrest you.
Think about the damage to your business,
if there's a killer operating on your rank.
Tanner, I'm not afraid to fall.
Abula Vilakazi,
going to arrest you for the theft of stolen taxes.
Get your hands on your head, get down on your knees. Now.
Detective Tanner, lower your weapon.
I have this under control, Reyka.
Fuck.
Shh, whoa. Shh.
Get me out of this car.
Reyka, sometimes you have to bust some balls
to get what you want.
Then what did we get?
Nothing yet.
You risked our lives, Tanner.
Every time we go out there we risk our lives.
How can I leave my daughter with you?
Thank you.
You okay?
Kathleen was asking about you.
Asking about what, exactly?
She thought she saw you.
Saw me where?
In the chopper.
And what did you say?
I told her that you were with me
and that it was none of her business.
Good.
Madam Beth.
Go now baby.
What happened?
Jess?
The police are going to want to speak to you at some point.
Why?
Because anything you tell them
might help them catch the people responsible.
Where did you get this? This lipstick.
Found it.
Next to the bodies?
A few days ago I saw people arguing in the fields.
Who?
I don't know.
What happened?
Jessica, you've got to speak to me.
It was a man. He was angry.
A woman was crying. He hit her.
I was scared. So I ran away.
Why didn't you tell me?
They were just arguing.
Do you remember what they looked like?
No.
It must have been cane workers, yes?
Yes, mom. If you say so.
It's probably nothing.
People argue all the time.
Same colourful twine, same knots, hands and ankles.
The rot wound on the neck.
Maggots. This victim's less than a week old.
He's escalating.
I found what looks like the contents
of a woman's handbag over there.
Okay.
We found the resume of Yabonate Zitole.
This man's a hunter.
He kills because he has no other choice,
it's part of who he is now.
He knows we're investigating this case.
And yet he brings his victims back to the same place.
He has the ability to lure young women
into an unknown environment.
Now this requires a high degree of persuasion.
Why trust him?
These women have an expectation of employment.
He prearranges to meet them at the rank,
they believe he's reliable, educated, a man of authority.
Perhaps a teacher, a church leader, policeman.
Excited by the promise of work, they go with him.
He leads them across the cane field to the sugar factory,
but they never get that far.
He attacks them with the rock, ties their hands and ankles
with the ligature twine of fabric.
And he strangles them with the homemade garotte.
He does not rape these women.
He gets off by robbing them of their final breath.
That's his release. His hunger is sated.
We can now say it with 100% certainty
that this is a serial killer.
Brief the Coastal Sun,
get the editor to publish the narrative profile,
but withhold the serial killer theories.
No serial killer elements, am I clear?
We don't want to cause mass panic in the community.
Hector.
Land expropriation without compensation.
That's extreme, not to mention criminal.
Soon they're going to be setting fire
to this place as well as the staff quarters.
Are you comfortable in this house for now?
Yes ma'am.
Your house will be rebuilt within a month.
House? It's a fucking shack, John.
See, this is exactly how
we're going to end up like Zimbabwe.
All the expertise and capital gone, gone.
A country in tatters.
Some people believe
the land wasn't ours to begin with, Alex.
Yeah. Those people are ignorant, ma.
Who turned this land into a sugar empire?
This land was lush when we got here.
Our forefathers stole it from them.
You're losing your edge, dad. Losing it.
You sound like you're on the first plane to Perth.
Please throw this out.
What is that?
Jess found something in the field.
She'll be all right.
Will she?
We need to leave. This isn't our home.
Hey, hey. Let's talk about this later.
Our daughter found a dead body in the fields, our fields.
The ones.
What?
The fields that you...
Say it. Say it in front of my family.
Go ahead.
Say what?
Come on Beth.
If you've got something to say.
Where were you yesterday, Alex?
With you?
This isn't our home anymore.
You were right. Plastic twine.
One more thing.
Our latest victim. You see here, the garotte.
It's not the same twine, it's made of fabric.
Cotton, wool, hemp.
Hem of a shirt?
Possibly. Plus it was tightened from the right.
Well, all of our victims are from the left.
What does that mean?
Either your killers ambidextrous
or you may have two killers.
Who cares what happens?
We're not going to be here anyway.
Did you take a chopper out yesterday?
Alexander?
Yes, dad. I did.
I sprayed the fields with toxin.
Why?
You know why.
Nothing will grow here for years.
Serves them right for stealing our land.
It's their land, son.
I don't share that view.
You spray all the fields?
Just field 8A.
If anyone should find out.
Who's going to find out?
How did you get like this?
We gave you everything.
Calm down, John.
Who are you?
I'm a Tyrone.
No, you're an imposter.
Serial killers are mostly lone wolves.
Gert Van Rooyen and his girlfriend Joey Haarhoff?
And together they kill six young girls in the late 1980s.
That's right.
What about your abductor. I mean, he had a partner, right?
Portia?
So?
Speelman isn't a serial killer.
Sorry I didn't mean to.
Sorry.
You never talk about that time in your life.
There's nothing to talk about.
Do you still visit him?
Sometimes.
Why?
It's hard for me to say.
It's okay. I wont judge.
Come on.
I guess you could say he was my first love.
Anyway. I want to do an experiment.
Can I meet you in the cane fields early tomorrow morning?
Okay. Night.
If they find out that -we poisoned field 8 - A,
we could lose everything.
Make sure they don't find out, John.
Hypothetically speaking.
So try and get away from me,
but you're dazed and you're hurt
so it's easy for me to grab you.
Okay, whack.
Try and get away from me, on your knees.
Okay.
Rips twine or fabric. Hands, ankles.
So I force the garotte around your neck
and I tighten it on the left side.
Eva was strangled from the right.
Yeah. Which means he needs to face the same way as you.
So then I can tighten the garotte from the left side
using my right hand.
But to us, it looked like the right side.
He watches us, he's still active.
What are you doing? Reyka.
The Coastal Sun Editor, please.
Reyka, Hector's going to kick you off the case.
It's Dr. Gama, Kwa-Zulu police.
I would like to officially confirm
that the cane field murders is a serial killer.
There is a serial killer on the loose in our community.
Print it, share it, post it.
Reyka.
What?
You need to see this.
Beer bottle.
Yeah. He returns to the crime scene.
To drink beer.
To watch us. He left the bottle for us to find.
It's a game to him.
DNA?
We'll see.
He knows what he's doing. The bottle will be clean.
Mom. This guy uses the victim shirts to tie them up.
I called the Coastal Sun. I put it on record.
It's a serial killer.
Hector's okay with this? Oh dear.
We have no other choice. The attacks won't stop.
You are releasing vital investigative detail,
not just to the public, but to the killer.
That's what I want. To have a conversation with him.
Smoke him out.
I've got to go.
Where?
You don't have to ask me that anymore, Mom.
I hope you know what you're doing, my love.
I dreamed about you the other night.
I signed it. Your end of the deal, Angus.
Oh did you get the flowers?
How did Bloom know that I was in hospital?
Parents know when their children are in danger.
I'm not your child.
You were our daughter. You, me and Portia, one family.
We were not a family.
We cared for you like you were our own.
Portia. No, she could've gotten me out of there.
And she didn't.
She loved you. We both did.
You locked me in a room. That's not love.
Who made you meals? Who bought clothes for you?
Who watched TV with you?
Who taught you about Rachmaninoff, Debussy, Bach?
Angus, stop it.
Who made you what you are today?
You.
We made you brilliant. Portia and I.
Stop defending her.
I wanted to talk to her at my trial,
but they wouldn't let us.
She testified against you, Angus.
What happened to her?
You don't know?
The courts took mercy on her. She's in witness protection.
Where?
No one knows.
I need to tell her something important.
What?
That's personal. Can you find out?
She has a new name, new records, she can't be found.
Oh you have contacts. You know people.
Even if I could, why would I?
Why are you so angry, my love?
You know why.
Lucy.
Teenage girls. You.
You get jealous for no reason.
You told me that she wasn't there.
I didn't want to hurt you.
You did hurt me. You rejected me.
My love.
Just don't, Angus, please. I can't do this anymore.
You find out where Portia is and I'll give you this map.
On it is Lucy's burial site.