[Morkel] Number one, step forward. Face the mirror.
Number two.
Number three.
Four.
Step forward, number four.
We're talking about violent killings. Murder, ma'am.
Is this not the woman you saw?
[woman] It could have been any one of them.
That was her. Number four.
You sure?
[store manager] I'll never forget her face.
Her and her husband.
My friends are…
dead because of them.
Right, start talking.
Why did you murder these men?
Eyewitnesses, CCTV cameras, they put you on the scene.
You're caught red-handed.
[guns firing]
Max!
[Morkel] You look like an honest, gentle woman.
Maybe you were, at one time.
What the hell are you mixed up in?
Who are you?
I am just a cleaner.
[somber music playing]
[Morkel sighs]
[inhales sharply] Listen, I'm sorry your husband's dead.
I truly am.
But he was a convicted murderer with a score to settle.
He gets out of jail, and suddenly the bodies start piling up.
I'm guessing he went on a revenge killing spree
against the men who put him away. Am I right?
Blessing Jali, the underworld boss he worked for.
The evidence shows he was poisoned, and battered, and asphyxiated.
Jackson Thom. Max owed him money.
We have Max's gun.
When the ballistics come in,
I'm willing to bet it'll connect him to Thom.
I'm also willing to bet it'll connect him to the murder of Farouk Williams
in Caledon.
[gun fires]
[Morkel inhales] And then…
there's Enrico Booysen,
your landlord.
[Zenzi sniffs]
We have call logs, messages. We know you had…
irregular contact.
You don't know anything.
[Morkel] Max is dead. He brought it upon himself.
You live by the sword, you die by the sword.
You don't need to cover for him.
We've ID'ed him as Ernie Meyer,
an associate of…
Raymond Hendricks, another criminal connected to your husband,
and your employer.
Did you kill him for Max?
Zenzi, you're caught between a rock and a hard place.
Whatever this is, whatever it's for,
the only way out is to start talking.
Come on, Zenzi. I understand Max, but I don't understand you.
What does it matter now?
[Morkel sighs heavily]
He's dead.
-Look-- -Okay. That's enough.
You're allowed to make a call.
I don't have anyone to call.
Your sister?
It's all there. We have her.
Not conclusively though.
It's not enough. Without a confession, we have nothing.
Let me talk to her. Leave her with me.
[phone ringing]
[Raymond] Fuck.
[sighs]
Yes?
Where have you been? I've been calling you all night.
Things got a little out of hand.
But the situation is handled.
[Theron] Handled?
Max is dead, but I've got the data.
Why do I sense a "but"?
The police have his wife.
So look, it's either all over, or it's about to blow right the fuck up.
And another thing.
The police, they've got my gun as well.
Is that the answer you were looking for?
Where the fuck are you?
I'm getting the fuck out of Dodge.
Bring the data to me.
Fine.
What did Max tell her?
I don't know.
God damn it, Raymond. This is your mess.
Am I supposed to clean it up?
Did you find Joseph?
I'm working on it.
Sure you are.
[Lyners] Do you remember what I said to you the one time we met?
About being caught up in a bad situation?
Your husband was caught up with some very bad people,
and almost all of them are dead.
You're still here.
Zenzi…
let me help you.
I have nothing to say.
I can't help feeling
that you are in the middle of something bigger than you're letting on.
Talk to us.
Don't let Max die for nothing.
[news anchor] …an alleged perpetrator of a series of underworld hits
that have rocked Cape Town this week.
The unidentified suspect was killed after resisting arrest.
A woman was taken into custody after the incident.
It's unclear whether she's a suspect,
though police have suggested that the killing spree may be over.
A spokesperson would not comment on any connection to footage
of a woman pushing a man to his death earlier this week.
The public are being asked for help…
What have you done?
[new anchor] Anyone with more information, contact your local police station.
[tense music playing]
[gun fires]
[technician] What was the perp's name? Dead guy?
Mwale. Maxwell Mwale.
Let's get this to Morkel.
[Morkel sighs] Zenzi, come on.
We just want to understand what Max died for.
Why was he in Caledon?
-To get evidence. -[Lyners] Evidence?
There was a plot,
a scheme to steal money.
[Morkel] Wait. Steal from whom?
From people.
Regular people.
It was a bank scam.
They were all involved.
[Morkel] Blessing, Jackson, Max?
They were not the ones in charge.
Max knew this.
Max wanted to tell the truth.
That's why they came after us.
Who?
Who came after you?
-[knocking on door] -[door opens]
Uh, apologies, Detective. This can't wait.
[Morkel] Is it from the lab?
Ah.
Ballistics report came in.
As I expected. Max's gun killed Jackson Thom.
This gun's been busy.
Very busy.
Zenzi…
This gun…
Max's gun…
is the gun that killed your son.
Killed Esulu.
I don't understand it, but it's an unmistakable match.
The match is incontrovertible.
Look, I know Max didn't kill his own son. I know he was in jail that night, but…
[inhales] Where did Max get the gun from?
[Raymond] I'm just so fucking sorry.
If there's anything I can do. If…
If you need more work, I can sort that out.
-We'll find something. -Why would anyone do this to us?
Why?
[Raymond] I promise…
we will make them pay.
I promise, we'll make them pay.
[Morkel] Zenzi…
where did the gun come from?
[cries]
Zenzi, talk to me.
[retches, coughs]
Ugh, shit.
[spits, gasps]
Get out.
Now!
[man] Thank you, Detectives.
We'll call you once I've spoken to my client.
[Naledi] Now, sit.
Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit. Sit.
[in Tswana] You. Take this.
Take this!
[in English] Hey.
I'm here.
I'm here, Zen.
Someone could've ordered the hits
and provided the guns.
Our friend, Raymond Hendricks, is the other link here.
Bring him in. See if he can squirm his way out of this one.
He'd be deep underground if he was smart.
Well, he isn't.
Mr. Harting?
[Harting] Ah.
In person.
As requested.
You wanted to make sure I hadn't skipped town.
[Harting] Hmm.
So?
Everything is taken care of.
We have the data back.
Mwale's dead.
Good.
But the wife…
is in police custody.
Fucking Hendricks.
[sighs]
You already know.
Mm-hmm. I always know.
I don't know what she knows, but she's a loose end we don't need.
[Harting] Mm-hmm.
I've already dealt with it.
You can handle Hendricks.
Lucky you.
Do you mind?
[inhales deeply]
So you were telling me how you… how you lost your backbone.
[sighs] Look, Andrew…
This is what I'm talking about. Huh?
It was fine when we were losing a few transactions a month,
but this underworld shit,
it's not what I signed up for.
Well, you know who invested in the project.
Hmm?
-You really want to let them down? -Of course not.
But I can't keep covering it up forever.
The heat at the bank, it's too much.
Well, then you'll do what the fuck we've asked you to, as we agreed.
Or you'll see the things we can do firsthand.
Don't underestimate our reach.
Keep your eyes on the greater good.
Hmm?
We clear?
-Crystal, Andrew. -[Harting] Hmm.
[suited man] Crystal.
What are you doing here?
[Naledi] One of the detectives called me,
but I should have been here a long time ago.
After what you did when we…
I owe you everything.
I should've never let you go.
You…
You don't deserve this.
[in Tswana] Just let it be.
[in English] They've got me.
It was me.
-All of it was me. -[shushing]
If they could prove anything,
you wouldn't still be in this room.
[in Tswana] They killed him.
[in English] They killed Max, and they killed Esulu.
[in Tswana] Who did?
I don't know.
[sniffs]
[in English] But Raymond knows.
I need… I need to talk to him.
He'll tell me everything.
Okay.
You need to clean yourself up. [sniffs]
Hey, she needs the bathroom.
[Cupido] Okay.
[in Tswana] But you…
[in English] …stay here.
[smacks lips]
I'll be right here.
[lawyer] Let's hope she hasn't given them too much.
Bathroom's there.
[phone vibrating]
[sighs]
[exhales]
-Move! Move! -[honks horn]
[phone ringing]
[sighs] Fuck. Just what I need.
[phone beeps]
[Theron] The club, 9:00 p.m., bring the drive.
You're the boss.
And Zenzi?
[Theron] We're on top of it.
Feeling better?
A little, yes. Thank you.
Follow me.
They asked me to move you.
Because of, uh…
You know?
Okay.
She went to the bathroom.
I'll go and check on her.
Zenzi?
Are you okay in here?
Oh, shit.
Has anyone seen our suspect, Zenzi Mwale?
[sighs]
-Where the fuck is Cupido? -Lyners, what's going on?
-She's gone. She's fucking gone! -No.
-[Lyners pants] -No way. No, no, no, no, no, no.
We don't have much time.
-Where are you taking me? -Somewhere safe.
Oh man.
[Morkel sighs in frustration]
[Zenzi] Who are you? Where are we going?
[Cupido] Trust me. Get in the car. Get in.
What's going on? Where's my sister?
I was gonna ask you the same thing.
What?
[Morkel sighs in frustration]
[suspenseful music playing]
[vehicle starts]
[vehicle departing]
Shit, man!
What does this mean?
[sighs] It means either she's escaped, or she's in deep, deep trouble.
Find Raymond Hendricks. If anyone knows, he does.
[Lyners] On it.
Where are we going?
[Lyners] No sign of Hendricks.
[Morkel on phone] Turn the place upside down.
We could, but without a warrant, it's useless.
[Morkel] Shit.
All right, the CCTV footage shows that it's Cupido,
but we don't know who he's working for.
[sighs] We've lost both Raymond Hendricks and Zenzi Mwale in one day.
We're an amazing team, huh? [chuckles wryly]
[Morkel] Yeah, well, the day's not over.
Yeah.
[sighs] Where the hell are you, Zenzi?
[Cupido] Get out.
[sighs] No.
-[Zenzi grunts] -[Cupido] Come. Come. Come.
[Zenzi pants]
[Cupido] Hey. Hey!
Don't. Don't. Don't make this harder than it has to be.
[driver] Enough! Hurry it up.
Let's go.
[Zenzi grunts]
Where are you taking me?
Why are you doing this?
I do what they pay me to do.
Just like that?
[Cupido] Just keep walking.
[driver] On your knees.
No.
-[kicks] -[grunts]
[in Tswana] Please, I'm begging you. [in English] Please don't do this.
I know you are a good man. Please. Please don't do this. Please.
[Cupido] If I don't, it'll be me down there.
[crying] Please.
-[in Tswana] I'm begging you. -[gun cocks]
[crying]
[driver in English] Don't think. Just shoot.
[exhales deeply]
[gun clicks]
Cheap Chinese shit.
[Cupido] I don't know what happened.
[spluttering] It jammed. It just…
[dramatic music playing]
Hey!
[guns firing]
-Fuck! -Fuck.
Go that way!
[panting]
[horn honking]
[both grunting]
[grunts]
[Zenzi panting]
[driver groans]
[car starting]
Oh, shit!
[driver groans]
[thudding]
[breathing heavily]
[shouts]
[breathing shakily]
[woman on TV] Coming out of such a time of crisis,
it is my pledge to root out the corruption that has dogged this party.
Leaders pursuing personal gain over country and over…
If anyone than you, old friend.
And as the prospective leader of this party,
it is my promise
I will be better.
Let's do better.
Stand up…
for what is right.
[man on phone] Cape Town police station. Hello?
Hello. Yes. I have some information on the train station murder.
[man] Who am I speaking to?
Lufuno Ngesi.
[man] Please repeat that, sir.
The author, Lufuno Ngesi.
[man] Could you spell that for me?
[sighs]
Never mind.
[man] Uh, okay, please hold.
Yes, I'll hold.
[knocking on door]
[Ngesi] Zenzi!
What?
How?
Morkel.
Hello.
Hello. Anyone there?
-Said he had info about the train murder? -Yes, Detective. That's what he said.
Did you get a name?
Uh, Lufuno Ngesi.
He said he's an author.
Well, now.
That's interesting.
Let me have a look.
Will you tell me what happened?
Zenzi…
you can't stay here.
I know what you did.
You killed that man.
You are right.
I did.
I didn't mean for it to happen.
They were blackmailing me.
They framed Max. They had him killed.
[in Tswana] And they killed my son.
[in English] Zenzi, if all that is true, then you have to tell it to the police.
No, I… I can't.
Not yet.
[in Tswana] I can't trust anyone.
What are you going to do?
Raymond.
He knows the truth about Esulu's death.
[in English] I don't know how, but I need to find the truth.
I need to know who pulled the trigger.
Zenzi…
I'm a journalist,
the moral compass of society. I…
I have to turn you in.
Please, don't.
[in Tswana] I'm asking you.
[in English] Go after them.
Go after OCM Bank, the Syndicate,
the real bad people.
They framed Max, and then they betrayed him.
But who are these people?
[doorbell rings]
[Ngesi] Shit.
[Morkel] Watch the exits.
[whispering] Zenzi…
it's the police.
Hide.
[gate buzzes]
[Ngesi] Can I help you?
I'm… I'm Detective Morkel.
I'm investigating Zenzile Mwale.
I believe you employ her.
Yes, I… I did.
I haven't seen her in a few days.
May I come in?
Uh…
Sure.
Wait outside.
Thanks.
So, uh, you haven't heard from her?
That's what I said.
I mean, I know there was trouble with her husband.
[sighs] Well, I can see she hasn't been here.
I'm not great at looking after myself since the wife passed.
I was told you called with information about the train murder.
Just the opposite, Detective.
I was hoping you could help me. I'm on assignment.
[inhales] Of course. Yeah.
You're the big writer.
[Ngesi] Maybe you've read me.
Not my thing.
So there's no one else in the house?
No.
You know, the thing about me is I've got a nose for bullshit.
As do I, Detective.
Zenzi Mwale is in a lot of trouble.
I got that impression.
[Morkel] She doesn't have a lot of people who care, so…
I imagine she'll seek out those who do.
Look, if you have anything to say to me, now would be a good time.
[stair creaks]
[tense music playing]
If I hear from her, you'll be the first to know.
If you know something,
I'll find out,
and you'll regret it.
[sighs heavily]
[breathing shakily]
[gasps]
[chatter on police radio]
[phone beeps]
[line ringing]
[Naledi] Mr. Ngesi, hi.
I've seen her.
She came to my house. She is safe.
But I think she might be about to do something crazy.
[Naledi] What do you mean? Where did she go?
To confront Raymond Hendricks.
[Naledi] Thank you.
I'm gonna track down Raymond. I have to find her.
[papers rustling]
-[Zenzi] Nancy. -[gasps]
Zenzi.
I thought…
I'm looking out for me.
But who cares? Raymond doesn't miss it.
Where is he?
How should I know? Long gone.
Okay, fine.
[sighs] Pays to know when he's around and when he's not.
This thing says that he's at Blessing's club.
But why would he go there?
Thank you.
I was never here.
Sure.
That makes two of us.
[bag zips]
I'm going to need another favor.
[safe beeps, chimes]
[Raymond sighs] Thank you, Blessing.
Thank you, Ruben.
Thank you all, and…
good night.
No, I don't think so.
[Theron] Early bird catches the worm?
[laughing]
[inhales deeply]
So fucking predictable.
Can you blame me?
This whole fucking operation is falling apart.
You might be.
We're just fine.
The files.
So what now? We just shake on it, and we go our merry way?
[Theron sighs]
No more games, Raymond.
The gun that killed Jackson was your gun. We know that.
When Blessing died, your man was here. He's on camera.
Do you have something to confess?
Listen to me, I'm telling you the truth.
Zenzi Mwale stole my gun,
killed Jackson, and then killed Blessing.
Ask her yourself.
That won't be possible.
I had nothing to do with it. I swear to God!
Can you hear yourself?
Have some fucking respect, you weasel.
[Raymond] I'm sick of the disrespect.
You sit in your towers, you throw your money,
and you swing your dicks, and who's on the street moving the shit?
Raymond Hendricks.
So I'm getting my just due, and I'm getting the fuck out of here.
And there's not a damn thing that you can do about it.
So, for the last time,
peace out, motherfucker.
-[gun cocking] -Easy.
I don't think so, Raymond.
Now, let's get to the truth.
[dance music playing loudly]
-[blows landing] -[Raymond grunting]
That's enough. [sighs]
Just tell me the truth about Jackson and Blessing.
It's that simple.
[laughing]
Were you working with Max?
Is that it?
You planned this together?
[coughing]
You were… gonna sell us out and run?
[coughing]
She did it, okay?
She did it all.
[laughing and gasping]
She did it all just to find her fucking husband.
A cleaning lady
killed the two most notorious men in the city and got away with it.
You're hilarious.
-[sighs] -[wheezing]
No.
My… my pump. My pump is in my pocket.
[wheezing]
Fuck you.
P-please! Please!
[wheezing]
[inhaler hissing]
[gasping]
[phone ringing]
Boss?
Hello?
[Naledi] I'm not gonna ask you again. Where--
Raymond can't come to the phone right now. Can I take a message?
[Naledi] Who is this?
[Theron] Zenzi's sister, I gather.
[Naledi] Where is she?
In the ground, I imagine.
[Naledi] I… I know that's not true. Put Raymond on!
[Theron] He's at Blessing Jali's club. I assume you know where that is?
Best chance to speak to him is to get down here yourself. All I can do.
You really aren't good at making friends, are you? [laughs]
[Raymond groans]
[phone vibrating]
-Morkel. -I might know where Raymond Hendricks is.
And I think Zenzi's going after him.
[dance music playing loudly]
Out.
What are you doing back here?
Where's Raymond?
I saw them take him upstairs.
I think something's going down.
Tell me where.
And then you need to get out of here.
Okay.
But you're not gonna get upstairs looking like this.
Some hiding place.
Do you really think he's crazy enough to come here?
[scoffs] Is she?
If she has a score to settle.
[Raymond grunts, coughs]
[wheezing]
We've got a situation.
Guests.
"Guests" guests?
"Guests" guests.
I'll put them in Blessing's office.
Don't kill him while I'm gone.
[dance music playing loudly]
[breathing shakily]
-Hey. Sorry, I'm looking for someone. -[bartender] Sure.
Have you seen her?
Hmm. Huh-uh.
She knows the girls down here.
-Thanks. -[bartender] Sure.
Excuse me, I need your help.
I don't know you.
Do you know her? Her name is Zenzi, and I think she's here tonight.
[gas turns on]
I'm her sister. I think she's in danger.
Please, I'm just trying to help.
[ethereal music playing]
[flames whooshing]
[man] Detectives.
Our acting manager.
Ruben Theron. Here we are again.
What can I do for you, Detectives? It's a busy night.
We're investigating a connection
between Raymond Hendricks and a number of murders,
some that might be of interest to you.
[Morkel] We heard he might be here.
Well, that will be news to me.
But you're welcome to look on the main floor.
Buy him a drink for me.
What about the disappearance of Zenzile Mwale?
I know nothing about that.
Strange… since you represented her husband,
and you ran interference on our investigation.
He's dead, you know. Max Mwale.
Perhaps you've heard.
Lost interest in the case?
What are you implying, Detective?
[fire alarm sounding]
Check it out.
Fire protocol. You'll have to leave, I'm afraid.
I'll be right behind you.
Hey!
Motherfuckers!
Let me down!
Wait, guys! Untie me!
Fuck you, motherfuckers. I'm coming for you!
[people clamoring]
Go this way. Go that way.
Move to the exit. [coughs]
-[Naledi] Excuse me. Excuse me. -[people coughing]
-[Naledi] Excuse me, move! -[Lyners] That side.
-Naledi! -Yes. What?
-[Morkel] You shouldn't be here. -I'm here for my sister.
She's not here. Come on. We gotta get out.
No! No!
I know she's here.
Help me find her.
Come. Let's go.
-[fire alarm continues] -[coughing]
[line ringing]
[coughing]
[grunts] Help!
[coughs]
[grunting]
Zenzi. Thank God.
Please, untie me.
[ethereal music playing]
[Raymond] Zenzi, untie me. What the fuck!
My… my pump. Please, Zenzi. Please, my pump.
[wheezing] Please, please, please.
Please. [panting]
[inhaler hissing]
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
-[clicking] -[Raymond] Ah. Thank you.
What the fuck, Zenzi? Untie me.
You lied to me.
What are you talking about?
You knew the truth about Esulu this whole time.
You kept it from me.
No. No, Zenzi, listen. I promise, it wasn't like that.
It was your gun!
Who killed my son?
-I want to know who pulled the trigger. -Zenzi--
Just tell me.
It was me.
I did it, okay?
Are you happy now?
What the fuck was that, huh?
[sniffs] It was an accident. I didn't…
Fuck!
He was just a kid! Max's kid!
[Raymond] Don't you think I know that?
You make this right, Ray.
You make this right.
I swear.
I just did what I was told, okay? You gotta do what you are told.
If you want revenge, you go after the guys in charge.
Ruben Theron and Andrew Harting, okay? They're the guys in charge.
It goes all the way to the top. And I can help!
Fuck, you already got Blessing and Jackson and…
And fucking Joseph. Joseph was a good man.
I liked Max.
I liked your kid.
I like you, Zenzi.
How did we get… How did we get here?
Please, just untie me.
Zenzi, no.
Zenzi!
Fuck!
Please, Zenzi. Zenzi!
[whispering] Please, don't.
Zenzi…
[dramatic music playing]
Wait.
You took everything from me.
My husband.
-My son. -[Raymond] No.
[breathes shakily]
I won't let you take me too.
[breathes shakily]
[Raymond sighs]
Oh, fuck, thank God.
Untie me, please.
Zenzi.
Zenzi, you bitch!
Untie me!
-Fuck. -[gun clicks]
[gun clicking]
[Raymond] Zenzi, no.
My pump. My pump. Please, Zenzi. Just my pump, okay?
[coughs]
No, Zenzi…
Fuck, Zenzi!
Zenzi! You come back here, you untie me, you fucking bitch!
You hear me?
Fuck you, Zenzi!
Fuck you!
-[solemn music playing] -[coughing]
[panting]
[sirens approaching]
[crying]
[breathing heavily]
[sirens approaching]
[ethereal music playing]
[fire truck horn honking]
[door opening]
[Naledi] Zenzi!
[in Tswana] It's over, Naledi.
Zenzi, I'm begging you.
Let's go home.
[in English] I have nothing left.
You have me.
You don't know me.
I want to know you.
Please, it's always been you and me, always.
[in Tswana] Please, please, Zenzi.
I'll never leave you again.
[in English] Zenzi, please!
Just give it up. You're cornered.
[Lyners] Zenzi, don't.
If we're gonna take down these fuckers, I need you with me.
What did you always say to me when we were younger?
[sentimental music playing]
[Zenzi cries softly]
We stay together.
We fight.
We survive.
No matter what.
[breathing shakily]
[Naledi] Zenzi, no!
[somber music playing]