Pillay took the sample from one of your fields.
-8 - A
Drenched in poison.
This is from field 6C.
It's clean.
Pillay's soil sample has gone missing.
An officer must have tampered with it.
It was me.
Ma, do you remember Portia Maseko?
Speelman's co-conspirator?
I need to find her.
Why?
Angus promised to tell me where Lucy's buried.
She's in witness protection.
You checking out my wife?
For goodness' sakes, Alex!
Don't be like that.
He's just doing his job.
Uh-uh, no.
Go, you're fired.
Go.
Pack your shit and go.
Hey!
Move!
Now!
Let me help.
He wouldn't like that.
It's harvest time.
He hasn't been back before sunset all week.
Rules are rules.
I won't tell if you won't.
How about we make some lemonade?
Do you know this music?
Of course.
Bach's his favourite.
It's beautiful.
It's my favourite too.
How are you doing with those lemons?
Not enough.
I picked six.
I'll go.
Lucy!
Reyka!
What's she doing outside?
It's my fault.
I tricked her into unlocking my door.
You tricked her?
I said I was ill.
Period pains.
She barged passed me.
Have I not raised you to be honest?
Angus.
You got something to say?
I only have your best interests at heart.
Shall we?
Don't mind if I do, sir.
Reyka.
Reyka, you can't park here!
Where have you two been?
Most likely a stroke.
But she was conscious.
Doctors think the blow to her skull
caused serious damage to the vessels in her neck.
Fate can be cruel.
We should go in.
Mr and Mrs Cele, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Sam, you've got my range.
Nandi.
Nandi!
Sam.
Sam!
I really thought she was gonna make it.
Reyka, this came for you.
Thanks.
Where did it come from?
The front desk.
Alex, what was that?
Stay here.
What about Jess?
Call the police.
-Where you going? - Stay here.
Stay.
Oh, shit!
Where's my gun?
I don't know.
Well, help me, damn it!
Just take everything.
It's over there.
Hey!
Fuck you!
Get off me!
Help us!
Please!
The Tyrone household!
John!
John.
Is this it?
Full disclosure.
We're waiting on DNA results.
On a discarded beer bottle that was
found in a sugarcane field?
It might link Soda Mvaba to the area
where bodies were discovered.
Soda's been kept in police custody
for more than 48 hours without being charged.
That's a Rule 1 contravention.
We'll see about a civil suit
for police brutality once we've met with my client.
-Sir, home invasion.
Tyrones.
Solly.
Release Soda Mvaba.
Yes.
Right.
Thank you.
All right, thank you.
There's gonna be some nerve damage,
but the bullet went straight through his leg.
It's okay, sweetheart.
Grandpa's gonna be okay.
Maybe just take her into the kitchen for something to eat?
Okay.
Did Jessica witness anything?
I don't know.
But I knew something was wrong in my gut,
the moment I heard the dogs.
Dogs?
At which point of entry did you hear them?
From the front or the back?
They were in their cages.
Why were the dogs in their cages?
Alex took them for their rabies booster yesterday.
They were off their food.
I was just keeping an eye on them.
Have you any idea what the intruders have taken?
Anything they could get their hands on.
Phone, wallet, the TV, her jewellery.
But how?
This place is supposed to be a fortress.
It's an inside job.
It has to be.
It's probably one of Msomi's men.
I think it's not wise to jump
to conclusions at this stage.
Jump to conclusions?
Have you forgotten his mob tried
to burn Gogo Pamphatha out of her home?
Okay?
He thinks the murders are witchcraft.
In his head, we're harbouring a killer!
Are you okay?
Did something happen while Alex was downstairs?
He put his hands under my dress.
I can still feel his hands on my legs.
What?
Beth?
This guy, did he rape you?
That is not what she said, Mr. Tyrone.
He touched me.
You mustn't blame yourself.
Okay?
Why would I?
You okay?
Ma'am?
Sorry.
Did your workers cause you any troubles lately?
Alex fired one of the workers yesterday for leering at me.
Hey.
Thank you.
Sir!
Nandi positively identified Soda Mvaba
from police line-up photos!
And now she's dead.
At his hands.
We have no material evidence that links
Soda Mvaba to any of our female victims.
Boss, have you taken a look
outside the window this morning?
I'm well aware of the damage.
Mvaba murders eight women in cold blood
and somehow we're the enemy.
I know we are all upset.
We have lost an exceptional officer.
A great friend.
So, where next?
Identify any weak lines of inquiry.
Fill in the gaps.
The victims' personal effects are back from the lab.
I'll start there.
Did you track down the workers used by the Tyrone family?
Yeah.
Spoke to the boss.
Positively identified the guy Alex Tyrone fired.
Sanele Dube.
Assault, handling stolen goods, driving without a licence.
Issue a warrant for his arrest.
Already done.
You're the lead in this case.
But I know this case inside and out.
I have something else in mind for you.
Call my informant, Zakes.
Task him to keep an eye on Soda Mvaba.
Okay.
So, what's the plan?
Sam!
About last night.
Forget it.
Forget what?
It's fine.
You don't do commitment.
That makes two of us.
That was easy.
Hmm.
You're not safe here.
The police have turned the community against you.
Just a free special introductory offer.
I'm not interested in tip-offs.
I want Soda.
I heard that he's in a bad way.
Soda is tougher than we thought.
He covers his tracks.
We need evidence connecting him to his victims.
I want to know where he goes, who he sees.
24-hour lookout?
Hey, Captain.
It won't be easy.
It won't be cheap.
You're wasting my time.
Zakes will find a way.
Get out.
You got a girlfriend, Mr. Dube?
The women in my area are lazy.
They want to spend all my money,
and then complain that I'm poor.
Well, you're not exactly
God's gift to women, now, are you?
No offence.
What does your dream woman look like?
Tall?
Curvy?
White?
-No. - Well, Alex Tyrone said
he fired you for staring at his wife.
You went back to seek revenge.
No.
I was at home, asleep.
You can ask my Aunt Hlengiwe.
She woke me up.
Don't lie to us, Sanele.
I'm innocent.
You have a record.
Mrs Tyrone was sexually assaulted in the raid.
That's not me.
We've taken swabs.
Are we gonna find your DNA all over her?
That's not who I am.
So.
If the police don't find you, Soda, Msomi's guards will.
Guards?
Chief Msomi's still mourning his niece.
Bra Zakes.
If I run away, the world will think that I'm guilty.
Please, let me help you.
-Where was your nephew at 6 - AM?
In bed.
Does he drive a van?
Sanele walks to work.
He's a very sweet boy.
He always looks after me.
This is Kagiso, the lodger.
Were you here when Sanele left for work this morning?
Yes.
What time did he leave?
Uh, half past six.
Half past six.
Hey, whoa.
Whoa?
This is my life savings.
So what?
As the Lord is my witness,
it's the only safe place in this township.
Maybe.
Can you do me a favour, ma'am?
Can you give me change for this?
Savings, my arse.
The auntie's covering for her nephew.
Crispy 100-rand notes.
Consecutive serial numbers,
so it's from the same source.
He's already sold the jewellery and she's storing the cash.
I'll drop you off at the station.
Yeah?
Portia?
What?
It's Reyka.
My child.
My beautiful baby girl.
It's okay.
How did you find me?
I work with the police.
Are you here to arrest me?
No.
My angel.
I was such a bad mother to you.
You weren't my mother, Portia.
You were my captor.
I'm so sorry.
It was such a crazy time.
A strange time.
The country was free.
Everyone was so excited.
And you came into our lives and we were reborn.
I was singled out.
I was taken from my life.
I was kept from my ma.
Did we not look after you?
In the beginning.
Angus.
Angus lost it in the end.
Portia.
Did you tell the cops everything?
Of course.
Well, some things were kept from me.
Angus was very secretive.
Oh, he had to be.
He had a lot to hide.
It was such a long time ago.
The happiest time of my life.
Do you remember things?
Yes.
Do you remember the curry?
Do you remember the music?
Instant camera.
The books.
Did you love him?
Yes.
Were you trapped there?
You mean, could I leave?
Angus wanted a family.
You couldn't have kids?
No.
Angus didn't want a baby in the house.
He wanted us to be a family.
He loved you.
No, no, no.
He did not love me.
The things he did for you.
I have my own daughter now
and I don't know how to love her
Because of what Angus stole from me.
And who knows who else?
No one else.
Lucy.
There was no Lucy.
No, I heard her voice.
No.
No, it was me.
I was Lucy.
You kept her in the shed.
I saw her face at the window.
Did you, Reyka?
That was me.
I dressed up for him.
I did the voice.
No, you're lying.
You're lying.
He knows where she's buried.
He gave me this map.
He asked me to get your number.
No, no, no.
No.
I have a new life.
Portia!
His attorney.
If you change your mind.
My baby.
You're so late.
Yeah, I know, Ma.
I'm sorry.
How's Thuli?
You said you'd pick her up from school.
As it was, Nina was 20 minutes late.
I, fuck!
Mum.
It just completely, like, slipped my-
You know what's happening soon?
Look at the fridge.
Yeah, I know.
I'm ready.
It's the last part of the process.
We're gonna nail it.
The interview is to evaluate you, not me.
Okay, got it.
Thanks for clearing that up.
I know being a mum isn't easy for you, love,
But Thuli needs you.
She has friends, she has you.
I'm not her mother.
Could've fooled me.
Be angry at me, not her.
I'm not angry at you, Ma.
Well you have reason to be.
I'm not, Ma.
I didn't find you.
Yeah, you searched for me for over three years.
I gave up.
No, you didn't.
I thought you were dead.
We all fucked up, Ma.
Now I'm trying to hang on to my own daughter
and she's right in front of me.
It was me that made them confiscate your baby.
Why did you go visit Angus in jail?
I had to meet him.
Speak to him face to face.
I don't need you to protect me, Mum.
Soda Mvaba!
Intruders left fingerprints
all over the place,
but none of them belong to Sanele Dube.
Without forensics, we can't place him on the scene.
Maybe he wasn't involved.
What's wrong with this picture?
Based on this one.
Cathleen's jewellery, clearly seen
from the gunman's position.
Sanele's fingerprints aren't on the scene
because he didn't intend on stealing anything.
You think his objective was to murder Tyrone?
A hit made to look like a robbery.
Sanele's 48 hours in custody is nearly up.
I don't want another baying mob at our door.
Nandi's bag.
Where'd you get that?
Worker compound.
No, no.
We checked the whole place.
You must have missed the outside toilet.
Why would Soda keep it?
The victims' personal effects.
I sorted them according to their identical DNA.
Purse, make-up, lipsticks, combs,
too much to carry in pockets.
But none of the items were contaminated by foreign DNA.
I assumed the killer wore gloves, unless-
Exactly.
He tipped out the contents.
He's fixated by the handbags.
Like a trophy?
No.
This is sexual.
They turn him on.
The handbags?
Soda got rid of this one.
Maybe he dumps them
after he's gotten sexual gratification.
And maybe the missing handbags found
their way on to the black market.
I'll swing by the taxi rank later.
Good work.
Tanner.
Could you hold off releasing Sanele for now?
You heard the boss.
I only need an hour.
Soda Mvaba!
Shh!
You have no right to be here.
Where's your warrant?
Okay.
How did you get those facial scars?
Uh, battery acid.
Which garage?
Uh.
I forgot.
You're disfigured for life and you can't remember?
How long have you been Ma Hlengiwe's lodger?
Nine months or so.
Okay.
Where do you sleep?
Uh, in the bedroom.
What about Sanele?
There's only one bed.
I sleep on the floor.
Your name came up on our system as a victim of crime.
An acid attack in the street.
Yeah, but I didn't make a complaint.
Okay.
It's okay.
The officer who went to the scene, I spoke to her.
She's new on the job, very thorough.
And she filed it as intelligence.
Suspected it was a homophobic crime.
You're not the lodger, are you?
You're Sanele's boyfriend.
It's okay.
So, Hlengiwe knew that her nephew
was gay since he was knee-high.
She just wanted them to be happy.
You're telling me that the lady of faith
let them sleep under the same roof?
Yeah, they were gonna use the money to get out of KZN.
But get this, Kagiso says Sanele
was paid in advance to arrange a home invasion.
By who?
Kagiso swears he doesn't know.
So, it was definitely a hit on John Tyrone?
Let's put it to Sanele.
The charges won't stick unless we find a gun.
Ace, don't get too comfortable.
I need a search team.
I assured Brigadier Zwane that we would
not take the law into our own hands.
So, was that before or after Macingwane
burned down the inyanga's shack?
Captain Zwane, I found his cap.
Where is he?
Samuel, stop!
Stop.
What are you doing?
Soda was wearing this when he was released.
My guards found that in the fields.
You expect me to believe that?
No, I expect you to know your place.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What the hell, Samuel!
I'm arresting you
on suspicions of abduction and murder.
I hope you know what you're doing.
It's Zakes.
Trouble is coming for your son.
The boy has put his head in a bee's nest.
Msomi?
They say Samuel is on the edge.
A bushfire rages in his heart.
He must be careful.
Thank you, Zakes.
Where is Soda Mvaba?
Does he lie butchered somewhere in the hills?
We haven't found him yet.
If he dies by your hand, Msomi,
your only kingdom will be a prison cell.
And what happens if he dies by your hand?
You get a promotion?
I uphold the law, Msomi.
Then we have something in common, Samuel.
I wasn't talking about your customary laws.
You seem to forget that they are yours too.
I am not Msomi.
And if you're not up to the job, I'm happy to oblige.
Do you want to bring a war
to the steps of the station?
Not only do you arrest the chief,
but you have the audacity to kick down
the doors of his ministry!
-I'm sorry, Brigadier. - Hey!
Sorry won't appease Pastor Ezekiel!
He's called a community meeting
to discuss on how to deal with you!
I'll go and speak to him.
No, no!
Desk duties from now on.
Certainly you won't need that.
You are an embarrassment to the service.
Look, boss.
No, not now!
What is it?
You know those banknotes seized from Sanele's place?
Yeah, Tanner?
I checked out the serial numbers
against the national database.
And?
They were delivered to the Nationwide Bank
in Durban last week.
Loaded into their ATM on Tuesday.
Mm-hmm, CCTV?
Take a look.
Why would Alex have his father murdered?
I think I know why.
Oh, come on.
Hector!
You had no right to take Samuel out of the field.
I have to get somewhere,
try to salvage my son's reputation.
What, like Samuel saved yours?
Get in the car.
Pillay's soil sample proves
that the nitrates in the soil poisoned his son.
The Supreme Court could award him
damages running into millions.
You think I'm captured, is that it?
Then why remove the soil sample?
The Msomi tribe must have what is rightfully theirs.
So, you compromise your entire career
for the sake of a land deal.
In a few years, nothing will grow.
This is more than just the soil.
It's about restitution.
History will be corrected.
I will have done my duty.
And you call your son an embarrassment to the service.
And put Samuel back in the field.
All those bloody mutis are so powerful,
they've left me so thirsty I could deal
with a yard of ale, my boy.
Mr. Tyrone!
Can this not wait?
I'm tired, I want to go home.
Actually, it's your son I need
to speak to down at the police station.
What's going on?
Alexander Tyrone,
I'm arresting you for conspiracy to murder.
This is madness!
I have no idea what they're talking about.
We have a worker in custody.
He alleges that you're behind
the attempted murder of your father.
This is insane.
That's insane!
Dad, tell them!
When did the dogs last have their rabies shots?
Uh, last month.
Why?
You're positive about this?
I took them to the vet myself.
Let's go.
You gave up on everything we built.
Our land, our home.
The Tyrone name.
For what?
Peace of mind?
You gonna sleep better now?
Yes, son.
I tried to call it off, I swear!
I tried to call it off.
I tried to phone them and they wouldn't pick up the phone.
I tried!
I tried to call it off!
You got to check the voicemails!
You got to check my voicemails!
We demand your resignation, Zwane.
The community deserves someone they can trust.
Like you?
I'm a servant of God.
He sees into my heart.
What does he see?
A man who incites violence
to distract his extramarital affairs?
The police are a family.
Like the church is a family.
Detective Zwane lost a colleague at the hands of Soda Mvaba.
We found fresh evidence at Mvaba's place.
Material evidence.
Like what?
A handbag belonging to one of the victims.
A plant.
Yet again, corruption and deceit.
She is someone's daughter.
Think of your own women.
They are not safe, but if you know his whereabouts,
I'm asking you to tell me where he is.
Keep up the good work, Pastor.
-All right, all right.
Calm down!
The sooner you cooperate, the sooner I leave, yeah?
Hey, relax.
Reggie, you know I have a job to do.
The sooner you cooperate, the sooner I go.
Help me help you.
Go, get out of here.
Open up here.
Hey, hey, relax.
Geez, you look like you're in a hurry.
Got a side business or something?
Like what?
Huh?
I got a party hidden in there.
Yeah?
Get up.
Show me your ID.
Move.
What did I do?
You're under arrest.
For what?
Shut up!
Let's go.
Soda!
Field 8A.
-8 - A
Where did you get the handbags?
Passenger lost property.
Who gave them to you?
Nobody.
So they're yours?
A hustler gave them to me.
What hustler?
Some guy.
I don't know him.
Have you heard about the sugar cane killer?
Yeah, so?
So, he keeps the handbags of his victims
and he dumps them after he's used them.
Used them for what?
Sexual arousal.
Mr. Hlongwane, have a look at these.
Nah, it's not him.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
So, do you have somebody?
Like a boyfriend?
Thank you.
Soda?
Hey, Bra Zakes.
Bra Zakes!
Nobody moves.
Soda.
Anything happens to him,
your chieftaincy will be crawling
with police officers tomorrow morning.
Shit.
Soda!
♪ I drew another breath ♪
♪ You led me to the water's edge ♪
Soda?
♪ With heavy hands and heart ♪
♪ Lay me down ♪
♪ One last time ♪
♪ Lay me down ♪
♪ One last time ♪
♪ And now my heart, it fades to black ♪
♪ Hangs heavy in the night ♪
♪ I told you not to play my mind ♪
♪ Now I'm done with being kind ♪
♪ Lay me down ♪
♪ One last time ♪