[ominous music playing softly]
[ethereal female vocalizing]
[sighs]
[slurps]
Our nation is tired, and it's, uh, fallen behind.
It's-- No. Our nation is tired and it's broken,
and is in desperate need of justice.
For too long we have sat back,
and we've watched as those who should protect just take.
It's time for us to take our future into our own hands.
[dramatic music playing]
[music fades]
[Raymond] Zenzi, what are you doing here? You should go back to the clinic.
If this is where Harting is,
that's where we're going.
You know you killed our best way in. You realize that, right?
[scoffs softly]
You'll have to become that invisible woman again.
You'll most probably die.
You don't have to come.
Theron was a piece of shit.
But he was right. They're never gonna stop coming for us.
Don't worry, after this, you won't see Raymond Hendricks again.
It's family time now.
Family time?
Yes, Zenzi. I have people that I love.
Joseph was like a brother to me,
and Ernie and Max.
So, yes, I have people that I love.
Zenzi, just run. Save your baby.
[scoffs]
I'm done running.
[door closes]
[Morkel groaning]
[sighs]
[grunts]
[groans]
[panting]
Zenzi!
[sighs]
[tense music playing]
[in Afrikaans] Where is the informant?
[in English] You killed Lyners.
People who fuck with the people I work for end up dead.
It's not personal.
It's personal to me.
[breathing heavily]
Zenzi, the prison, that was you.
Told you.
It's not personal.
Oh, why don't I believe you?
Where's the informant?
[tense music sting]
[breathing nervously]
-I don't want to kill you too. -I don't want to talk about the informant.
I want to talk about Lyners, either here, or at the station.
[both grunting]
[groans, panting]
Tell me where he is.
I don't fucking know, okay?
[breathing nervously]
Who did these?
[grunts]
[in English and Afrikaans] Who fucking did them?
[in English] I think you know. [panting]
[in Afrikaans] That fuckin' traitor.
[in English] Your informant, Raymond Hendricks, is alive.
[inhales] And he turned on you. He turned on all of you.
Always looking out for Raymond.
I wouldn't be so sure.
[breathing deeply]
He's gone to get Theron. With Zenzi.
No.
It doesn't make sense.
Hey. Stop!
[straining]
[Morkel groans]
[in Afrikaans] Cunt!
[suspenseful music playing]
[door unlocks, opens]
[gasps]
[Davids in English] There are conditions.
Don't leave the city.
And we may have to question you further.
[gentle music playing]
But yes.
You're free to go.
[classical instrumental music playing]
[horse neighs]
[guests chatting indistinctly]
Buy you a drink at the bar?
[inhaler hissing]
[manager] Okay, good. Ah, just hang on a sec.
Okay, you may go. Thank you.
Can I have your ticket please?
[classical music continues playing]
-[scanner whizzing] -Of course.
Good to go.
-Thank you. Yep, you can go through. -[Zenzi] Sorry I'm late. Uh, accident.
[scoffs] Your uniform's in the locker. Get dressed and get out there, okay?
-[Zenzi] Thank you. -[sighs]
How are we looking?
Secure, as promised. My guys are all over this place.
[scoffs] You don't think she'll come here, hey?
She's not fucking John Wick.
[suspenseful music playing]
[ominous female vocalizing]
[tearfully] Dana…
[sucks teeth] I had her right in my hands, and I… [sighs]
I couldn't stop her. She--
I saw her face.
[tearfully] So what are you going to do about it?
Just give up?
That's not what Natasha's Morkel would have done.
Don't you fucking dare.
You get her her justice she deserves.
You hear me?
Yeah.
[sobs]
[sighs deeply]
[huffing]
[sniffles, sighs]
[intriguing music playing]
[phone beeps]
[line rings]
-[Davids] This is Davids. -It's me.
Please, you-- you have to listen to me.
This had better be good, Morkel.
[instrumental classical music playing]
Hello, my love.
-Hey, Dad. -You having fun?
-Yep. -Good.
Gentlemen, I hope you're enjoying yourselves.
It's an impressive show, Andrew, even by French standards.
Well, it's an auspicious event for an auspicious day.
[in English and French] Yes, certainly, but before business, pleasure, no?
[in English] Oh. No, thank you.
The paperwork will still be there when the bottle is empty.
Mm. Is that a French saying?
It's a personal saying.
[all chuckle]
Well, to the future of South Africa.
-[in French] Cheers. -[Brillet] Cheers.
[in English] Cheers.
[tense music playing]
[Visser] Hold on!
Sir, who authorized this?
I did.
[stuttering] Sir, wh-- what…
Visser, you need to suit up. We're moving out.
-[Visser] Sir? -[Davids] We have new intel.
Tactical op. We'll load up on site.
Let's go. Now.
[ominous music playing]
Ooh, let's fix that collar. Uh, take these canapés out. Thank you.
Uh, these need to go.
These too. There's those. Thanks.
I see you won't take my money, but…
apparently you're quite happy to accept my invites.
[Dawn] Hmm.
The organization is broken.
A fucking maid is threatening to bring it to its knees.
Two people threatening you,
betraying you right under your nose.
I'd expect more from you than…
a cheap shot…
ambush like this.
You think this is an ambush?
You crossed the line with Lufuno Ngesi.
He didn't deserve that.
The goal was always the bigger picture.
And there was always going to be collateral.
[inhales deeply] But… I don't know what you're talking about.
That's exactly my point. You don't even know.
Reuben Theron was recording all your meetings.
Stockpiling evidence that could bring all of this down
in case he ever needed evidence.
Lufuno and Mwale got their hands on it.
If Theron had him killed to get it back, he failed.
Maybe what this plan really needs is someone new in charge.
[instrumental classical music playing]
-Hi. -[Raymond] Hi.
Hello.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey.
[music fades]
[suspenseful music playing]
[suspenseful music continues playing]
Alright, guys. You know your positions.
Unit one, you're going to go down that side.
On the left, you with Wessels, and the rest with me--
-What the fuck is he doing here? -[Davids] Listen…
[Morkel] Look, I don't…
[sighs] …deserve your trust.
I…
I get it. I've let a lot of you down.
Lyners more than anyone else.
[intriguing music playing]
Some of you may know Lyners was chasing something that got her killed.
[scoffs]
I'm sorry, but this is… This is fucking mad.
Lyners had an informant,
Raymond Hendricks.
Yes.
Now, Hendricks has escaped with Zenzi Mwale in tow.
I believe… they're inside.
Hendricks, Mwale, and the people who killed Lyners.
He has single-handedly destroyed this unit's credibility.
[Morkel] Please… [sighs] Let's just get in there
and bring justice to two fugitives,
and maybe get a shot at the people who killed Lyners.
Alright?
Morkel, if this is a false lead, I will lock you up for real.
And you're never getting your badge back.
Alright.
I want weapons under tight control.
There are people in there.
[tense music playing]
You keep an eye on him.
Unit one with Visser.
Two, down the middle.
And the rest of you, with me. Let's go, people. Let's go.
-[music stops] -[classical music starts playing]
-[radio beeps] -[man] You said to alert you.
Reuben Theron's ticket's just activated.
I'll be right there.
[classical music continues playing]
[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our host
and distinguished guest, Andrew Harting.
[applause]
Thank you. Thank you.
[person whistling approvingly]
[Harting] Thank you. Thank you very much.
[applause continues]
Thank you.
[music stops]
I believe I was having a little too much fun and I hope you were too.
[all chuckle]
Now, a good host starts by thanking his sponsors.
Chiefly, I would like to thank OCM Bank,
and also take a moment
to salute their tragically departed CFO, Jacob Butler.
If you'll please. Thank you.
[ominous music playing]
And who the fuck are you?
Someone you want inside.
Now it's my pleasure to welcome my distinguished guests,
whom I am pleased to say come from every corner of the world.
Welcome, gentlemen.
And, uh, they will be signing a new deal
with me and my trust, the South African Energy Board,
and of course, our new partners from the French energy sector.
And this will see South Africa step boldly into the future.
Now, progress is only achieved through strong guiding hands.
A special welcome for our new public protector, Dawn Molewa.
Cleaning up the rot, as they say.
No, fuck this. I'm going to go look for her round back.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Visser gasps]
Oh, fuck.
-Shit. -[Morkel] Shit. You alright?
-Ow. -Can you walk?
[panting] Meyer, keep going. [sighs]
[groans]
Stay here, Morkel, where I can see you.
[inhales deeply] Fucking hell.
[Harting] This country, this nation, is tired.
It's been broken, and it's in desperate need of justice.
For too long, we have been watching those who should be protecting it take.
And it's time we take back control.
That's right, we should take control. You should take control.
[whistling]
The time has come for us to take hold of our future,
and to create a South Africa for all.
Now, all that's left is for us to sign the deal.
Let's see South Africa move boldly into the future!
[applause continues]
There we go. You can have my pen.
-Voilà! [chuckles] -[in French] Thank you.
Thank you.
[in English] It's official.
-[in French] Thanks. -Thank you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[in English] Liar!
[tense music sting]
[woman] She's got a gun!
Hope! Hope!
[people screaming]
Run, love! Run!
[screaming continues]
Hope!
Run for it, Hope!
[music crescendos]
-[tense music playing] -[Visser panting]
[gasps]
I'm sorry, Morkel. [sighs]
[panting]
[both grunting]
Just go that way.
Okay.
[screaming continues]
Don't move.
[both grunting]
Please. [panting]
Please, this is my daughter. Please.
[panting]
How you going to sell this?
A tragic loss. [sighs] Officer caught in the crossfire.
This is your justice.
-Do you remember the safe space? -Yes.
I need you to go there now.
-Somebody will be there, okay? -[Hope] Okay.
-Okay. -You need to go, now.
-I'll find you there later, I promise. -Okay.
[Harting] Go!
[suspenseful music building]
Just fucking do it.
[gasps]
[suspenseful music continues]
[gun clicks]
You can thank Captain Davids for that.
-[Visser breathing nervously] -[inhales]
This is Lyners' justice.
Now, you'll tell us everything you know about Andrew Harting,
before you rot in jail.
Let's go. The team's waiting for you.
Not for him.
[panting]
Not for Harting.
-[panting] -For him?
This was never about him.
You killed Joseph.
My brother!
[Zenzi continues panting]
So where the fuck is Raymond Hendricks?
[both grunting]
[both straining]
-[Obi groans] -[Raymond grunting]
[growling]
[grunts]
[Obi coughing, panting]
[in Afrikaans] Piss off! [panting]
[groaning]
[panting]
[in English] Raymond's dead.
-I burnt him. -You're lying!
[panting]
You left him to die, but he didn't burn.
-These people are destroying our lives. -Yeah.
[Zenzi panting]
We all just do what we're told.
And what would you do, huh?
If you came face to face with the man who killed your son?
Okay.
Enough of this shit.
Just kill her.
-Drop… the… gun. -[panting]
Fucking drop the gun.
[continues panting]
[gun thuds]
[Zenzi continues panting]
[Zenzi breathing nervously]
Where's Raymond, Zenzi?
-[panting] -[suspenseful music building]
He's long gone.
[TK] Mm.
You should have killed me in jail.
[both grunt]
[Zenzi groaning]
[both straining]
[groans, gasping]
[straining]
[groans loudly, gasps]
[Raymond] Theresa!
[Zenzi gasping]
[gasping]
[in Afrikaans] You fucking rat!
[in English] Huh? And you're alive.
And you're helping her!
[gasping]
[Raymond] They promised me I'd go free. It was my way back in.
And you? What are you doing, working with them?
[TK] Revenge.
[Raymond] Revenge?
You didn't call me.
I wanted to but they wouldn't let me.
-You didn't fucking call me. -[panting]
[heartfelt music playing]
[tearfully] Why didn't you?
-[sobbing] -It's okay.
-Why didn't you? -It's okay.
-[in Afrikaans] Why? -[in English] Come here. Come.
[Ernie] How are you, buddy?
-Yo. -Hi.
-[in Afrikaans] What's up? -[in English] Great.
-How goes it, babes? -Where's my chocolate?
-No. -[Joseph] Mm-hm.
-Chocolate? -[laughs]
[sobbing, sniffles]
What the fuck was that, huh?
[sniffles] It was an accident, I didn't…
Fuck!
He was just a kid!
Fuck, I fucking killed him.
[sorrowful music playing]
I killed Max's son. [sobs]
It wasn't supposed to be like that. [sobbing]
[sniffles] And I did all of this… I did all of this for you.
You're fucking stupid, man.
-You're stupid. -[sobs]
Thank you, Reuben.
Thank you all, and…
ah, good night.
Peace out, motherfucker.
Easy.
[sorrowful music continues playing]
Don't fucking go again. Don't fucking go again.
-[Raymond exhales] -[TK grunts in confusion]
-[gasping] -[haunting female vocalizing]
You better finish this properly.
[female vocalizing continues]
[grunts]
[panting]
-[indistinct chatter on police radio] -[radio chirps]
[Davids] Good job.
Go get her.
Let's go.
[tense music playing]
Hey!
Stop!
[huffing]
[TK] Oh!
[both panting]
I told you you better kill me, otherwise I'm coming for you.
[panting]
Sorry, Hendricks. Looks like the deal is off.
Look, I did my part, okay? Zenzi's the one you want!
She killed Lyners, man!
Fuck, man, Morkel! Please just let her go!
[tense music playing]
[huffing]
I can't.
I can't let her go!
Baby, you promise me, you get our son out of this.
-[Morkel] Drop the knife! -Huh? Promise me!
-Next one won't be a warning. -[Raymond] No, baby!
-I just found you! No! -Just go!
[Raymond] No! No!
-[grunts] -[Raymond] Hey!
[TK grunts]
[thuds]
-[TK groans] -[thuds]
[TK gurgles]
[mournful music playing]
[TK gasping]
-[Morkel] Get out of here, Hendricks. -[TK choking]
[Zenzi panting]
[tense music sting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[music becomes ominous]
[breathing determinedly]
Get in.
Look,
this ends one way or another.
You can kill me if you want,
but that depends.
Do you want revenge,
or do you want answers?
[Zenzi breathing heavily]
[swallows, breathes heavily]
Let's go.
[suspenseful music plays]
[suspenseful music continues playing]
[Harting sighs]
Listen, Mwale and I are just…
We're just going to have a talk.
[inhales deeply] Kailo, put the kettle on.
Two sets of clothing.
[ominous music playing]
[breathing nervously]
Clearly, my course of action has failed, so, um…
let's negotiate.
You mean I won't die?
[scoffs]
Because you just won't fucking die.
Tell me, how did someone like you upend such a well-oiled machine?
Become this avenging angel?
I'm just a cleaner.
Of course you are.
What do you want?
Mm?
What is this all about, Zenzi Mwale?!
[scoffs]
What is it about?
[poignant music playing]
It's about Max!
It's about his name!
His reputation!
It's about my son!
And Max's unborn child.
It's about Lufuno.
Detective Lyners and every single person that you have killed
to cover your tracks.
Alice Booysens
and every single person that you have robbed in this country
just to make rich men richer.
You think that's what this is about?
Getting rich?
Oh, my dear Zenzi, come on.
I'm not the villain you think I am.
Look around this house.
My family built this country.
But for the last 30 years,
I've had to see everything we built run into the ground.
Well, I've been building this country back up.
For everyone.
You're destroying people's lives.
They're making an investment
in a future they had no idea was available to them.
Trust me.
Their children are going to thank me.
And if this deal wasn't sound,
real nation builders like Dawn Molewa would not have signed up.
[inhales]
Zenzi, I didn't want your family dead.
I don't want anyone dead.
In fact, I didn't want to be noticed.
Everyone will know what you've done.
Oh, but how, when I, uh…
Uh-uh.
[clears throat]
When I have this?
Mm?
I mean, it won't be the first corruption scandal we've seen,
now would it?
Would news of it make a difference?
Mm.
Even if it did,
do you really want to undo all the work I've managed to do?
Look, as unthinkable as it might be to you,
the future, it demands a man like me.
So leave.
Worry about your unborn child,
and leave worrying about the country to me.
Okay, I'll make you a deal. Yeah?
Raise your child in peace.
I can make it happen. One phone call.
[pops lips] Done.
You're never going to let me go.
Trust me, because I'm going to have to trust you to keep your mouth shut.
You can go to Europe, paradise,
wherever.
Zimbabwe.
[scoffs] Zimbabwe.
[clicks tongue]
[Zenzi] Yes.
[Harting sighs]
[disdainfully] Zimbabwe?
What? But not London or Sydney, or bloody Zanzibar? I mean…
No.
Harare.
[Harting smacks lips]
Harare it is.
-[line buzzing] -[keypad beeping]
-[line ringing] -[sighs]
-[man] Yes, Mr. Harting? -I'm sending the plane to Harare. Yeah.
Prepare it immediately.
How many passengers?
One passenger.
-Yeah. -Right away.
[receiver clangs]
Easy as that.
Now, let's forget this ever happened. Mm?
Yeah?
[sighs deeply]
[sighs]
A little bit of pocket money to get you started.
[inhales deeply]
I don't want your blood money.
Let's not pretend here,
you mass murderer, Zenzi Mwale.
You'll have to answer to yourself for that one day.
I can just call the police, have you killed right here.
No sweat.
But I'm choosing a different path.
So you take the money,
or you don't,
but you're leaving tonight. Yeah.
[sniffles]
[intercom clicks, beeps]
Kailo, pull up the car. Ms. Mwale's leaving for the airport now.
[suspenseful music continues playing]
Am I going to be safe?
Stay gone,
yeah, you'll be safe.
What about my sister?
Detective Morkel?
[Harting sighs]
-Raymond Hen-- -Okay, fine, Zenzi!
They'll be safe,
provided they keep their mouths shut.
[exhales]
We've built this country once, we can do it again.
There you go. That's a good girl.
You won't be an invisible woman anymore…
[haunting female vocalizing]
…because you don't exist.
[sighs]
[sighs deeply]
[exhales sharply]
[haunting female vocalizing continues]
[gulps, sobs]
[Erica sobs]
[sobbing]
[vocalizing fades]
[sobbing softly]
Now you know everything.
Thank you for trusting me.
[breathes shakily]
Can we start over?
[heartfelt music playing]
No. [sighs]
Why would we start over…
when we have this?
[hopeful music playing]
I love you. [sniffles]
I love you.
[haunting female vocalizing]
[Naledi] I don't know where you are, sis,
or how you'll get these messages.
Maybe I need to say these things for me.
I understand you now.
Even if there are things I'll never understand.
One thing Mama did…
she made us strong.
[intriguing music playing]
We fight and survive.
Enjoy your flight, ma'am.
Even when we're apart.
I'll see you again, Zen.
Your daughter's going to need all the help she can get.
[exhilarating music playing]
There you are.
[chuckles]
[music softens]
[music fades]
[sighs deeply]
[ominous sting]
[Zenzi sighs]
[gasps softly]
[ominous music playing]
[Harting grunts]
[groaning]
[gasping]
[sputtering] When it falls apart, just…
…just… [panting]
…just know…
[gasping]
you-- you did this, Z-- Ze--
[groaning, gasping]
[body thuds]
[gun continues firing]
[dramatic music playing]
[gasps]
[breathing nervously]
[music fades]
[Kailo] You have nothing to fear from me.
[haunting female vocalizing]
Your plane leaves in an hour.
[Zenzi gasps softly]
[dramatic music playing]
[music fades]