Joseph. Hey. Stay with me.
Joseph.
What did Max say?
Something about a small town.
Hey.
Where's Max?
Caledon or something.
Why would he go there?
I told him to leave the province and take you with him
before all this shit started.
Okay.
- Joseph. Hey. Hey.
Joseph. Stay with me, okay?
I'm sorry, Zen--
No, no, no, no, no. Joseph. Hey.
Joseph.
What's this?
How much do you trust Joseph?
More than anyone I know. More than my own mother.
What can I say? Joseph likes the ladies.
Stop bullshitting me, Raymond.
We both know that's Max's wife.
What? Zenzi?
And I wanna know what she and Joseph spoke about.
If you're protecting him, you need to know this can end badly for both of you.
Where is he?
Like I said, he likes the ladies. Maybe he's still in someone's bed.
You know he's a night owl.
Send him to me when he gets in.
Yes, sir.
This is Joseph. You know what to do.
What now?
Naledi.
Sorry to just pitch up like this.
- Have you found Zenzi?
Maybe it's time we go to the police.
No.
Sorry. It-it's just I think it's better if we try to find her ourselves first.
She's had bad experiences with the police.
Let's give it a day or two?
Okay. Uh...
But if she hasn't shown up by then, we have to do something.
Uh, sorry if you're on your way out.
I don't want to keep you unnecessarily,
but I just came to fetch some of Zenzi's things,
you know, in case she turns up at my place.
Yeah. I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. It's just I'm already late for a meeting.
All of Zenzi's things are upstairs. If you don't mind getting them yourself
and then letting yourself out. The door latches.
Okay, yeah, go. Go. Sure. I'll make sure to lock up.
Going somewhere?
I just need to go away for a few days.
- Where? - Caledon.
What's in Caledon?
Just an old friend who's decided to help me.
Is it a man?
What does it matter?
Well, it just seems that you prefer the company of men.
I've seen Enrico's phone, Zenzi.
How long have you been screwing my husband behind my back, huh?
Oh, is your guilt making you run away?
All I've ever done is try to help you, and this is how you repay me.
You and your husband have done nothing but make my life hell here
from the moment Max went to prison.
You ungrateful whore.
You've caused us nothing but problems.
You know nothing, Alice.
You want to know who the real problem was?
Enrico.
He never left me in peace.
Always trying to get into my home, into my bed.
If I didn't fight him off,
he would have raped me.
Lies! Lies!
Now I don't owe you anything.
What the fuck are you doing in a forest?
As long as the old PIN works.
- Detective Morkel. - Mrs. Booysen, what are you doing here?
I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning.
Sorry. We've been in a briefing. What's up?
Uh, my tenant, Zenzi Mwale, she's on the run.
- On the run? - She left this morning.
She's headed to Caledon. She looked guilty as hell, if you ask me.
Call Caledon Station. Maybe set up a couple of roadblocks on the N2.
See if Caledon can get some officers
to all the public transport entry points into the town.
Mrs. Booysen, can you come with me to the office please?
- I've got a couple more questions. - Yes. Sure.
Uh, Caledon.
The next train...
I'm not gonna lie, Mrs. Booysen. We have reason to believe
your husband's death might not have been an accident.
We are struggling with who might've had motive.
Any ideas?
Well, it's just that Zenzi made some wild accusations
about my husband that--
Wh-- Uh, what accusations?
Well, she claims that my husband tried to force her into bed.
And I know that isn't true.
Do you think...
Do you think that she killed him?
Did she kill my husband in cold blood?
My poor Enrico!
We can't speculate about either of those accusations
at this stage, Mrs. Booysen, but we'll investigate further.
Our priority right now is to find Zenzi, hear her side of the story.
Well, she's a liar.
I wouldn't believe a word she says.
Train to Caledon via Somerset West
departing from platform five at 10:30.
Take it back to the warehouse.
Have it cleaned. ASAP.
Cool.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Ngesi.
I didn't have anyone to leave Esulu with today.
You can leave him with me.
Only if you are sure.
Of course.
Two artists at work. I can think of nothing better.
My, this is something!
You know, we should collaborate.
Tell me, can you draw something that describes missing political funds?
Um, what's that?
All you need to know is how to draw a fat cat.
Train 6805 departing for Somerset West.
Sorry to have kept you waiting.
We're good.
So...
What do you think?
First, let me just say we value you as one of our best authors,
but we're just not feeling it.
I mean, a murderous cleaning lady,
who ends up killing the only person she seems to care about...
It's a bit far-fetched, to be honest.
But that's what draws in the reader,
the tragedy, the trauma.
The focus group just felt the cleaning lady...
- Hmm. - ...wasn't compelling.
We just don't think it'll sell.
I keep forgetting it's all about the profits at the end of the day.
It doesn't need a rewrite.
Just some structural changes here and there.
So, you had enough to eat?
I'm stuffed.
- Okay.
It doesn't get any better than this.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Challenge accepted.
Hey, you, Esulu.
Boy-boy, do you want to go up?
But you have to use the steps.
Fuck you, Zenzi.
Sorry for the delay, folks.
Local police are just conducting a bag search.
Please be patient and cooperate
as they make their way through the carriages.
Didn't you hear, dear? You might as well sit.
No, no. I, uh...
I just need to stretch my legs.
Open the door! Open the door!
Suspect on the move. South side of platform 11.
I repeat, suspect on the move.
You really think a cleaning lady warrants such an extensive manhunt?
I've been thinking the same thing. Maybe she's just covering for the husband.
He's probably the reason she went to Caledon as well.
Sorry. Detective, you wanted me to let you know when Caledon called.
Zenzi Mwale seems to have slipped through their perimeter.
We need to get there now.
We're hamstrung being so far away.
Shouldn't we clear it with the superintendent first?
- I'll call him on the way. - Detective Morkel.
The autopsy report on Blessing Jali also came in.
Asphyxiation?
Yeah. They found both drugs and toxins in his system, but it wasn't an OD.
Coroners declared it a suspicious death.
We've got a stop to make on the way to Caledon.
Thanks.
Here. I'm just going to keep it on.
Your change, ma'am.
- No, it's fine. You can keep it. - Thank you.
What are you doing in my house?
I'm looking for Zenzi.
She works for me from time to time.
I haven't seen her since her last job. I'm a bit concerned.
And that's why you broke into my house?
She gave your name and address
as an emergency contact on her employer's form,
and I'm nothing if not a conscientious employer.
Haven't seen her in months.
Detective Morkel.
Lyners.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Mr. Theron.
I must admit it's a surprise seeing you here.
I was Mr. Jali's lawyer.
I'm just helping to keep things ticking over
until the estate is wrapped up.
Ah. So many of your clients are connected to our cases.
Murder cases, at that.
I'm not exactly sure what you're suggesting.
I'm not suggesting anything. I'm saying it's a strange coincidence.
Especially since our autopsy report says that, uh, Mr. Jali was also murdered.
- What? - Yeah.
- How? - Cause of death, asphyxiation.
And in our experience, when a victim is strangled or suffocated to death,
it's usually intensely personal matters.
Get out of my house.
I'm calling the police. Who the hell do you think you are?
Give me the phone.
Give me the fucking phone.
I'm looking for Zenzi.
She's got something of mine, and I want back.
I haven't seen her.
- Stop lying to me, bitch.
I saw you with her yesterday.
I'm not a man to be trifled with.
So you tell me where Zenzi is,
and I'll let you get back to your ladies lunches
or whatever the fuck it is that you do.
I don't know.
Wrong answer.
Wrong fucking answer!
Where is she?
Ouch, you... bitch!
Even if I knew where she was,
I wouldn't tell you, asshole.
Now get the fuck out of my house.
'Cause armed response is two minutes or less in my neighborhood.
One minute 40 seconds until you have a shotgun to your head.
Blessing was a man with a lot of enemies, Detective.
Tell us about these enemies.
You know I can't discuss confidential information
about my clients with you, deceased or not.
Yes, but you are bound by law
to disclose the whereabouts of suspected criminals on the run.
So if you know where Zenzi or Max are, you have to tell us.
If I learn anything about their whereabouts,
I assure you, I will let you know.
Well, since you're willing to help,
can you think of any connection either of them might have with Caledon?
Caledon.
Hmm.
No. No, nothing comes to mind.
Thanks. You've been a great help.
We're actually here to see Mr. Hendricks. Is he about?
Raymond is busy sorting out funeral arrangements.
Can you ask him to give me a call when he comes back?
Of course.
And like I said, we're here to cooperate with you as much as possible.
I, for one, also want to find justice for Blessing.
Fifty-five seconds.
Even if you shoot me, they'll still catch you.
So, what's it gonna be? House-breaking or murder?
This isn't over yet.
It's not over by a long shot.
- What? - Don't fucking "what" me.
I've had detectives all over this place looking for you.
- Where are you? - Looking for Zenzi.
That's one thing our incompetent police did.
They told me where she is.
- Where? Fuck's sakes. - Caledon. My thoughts exactly.
Yazid was from Caledon.
They're obviously trying to get a hold of the evidence.
But from who?
All my intel showed that Yazid was working alone.
Well, you better get your ass down there
and find out if Max knew something you didn't
before the cops find him.
- And Raymond... - Yes?
When you find them, don't waste our time.
Shoot to kill.
- Hello, sisi. Have you seen this guy? - No.
I'm looking for this guy. Have you seen him?
No.
Hi, have you seen this guy anywhere?
Our search has now widened to include Max Mwale.
We're gonna have to do a door-to-door search of the town.
Hopefully someone's seen one or both of them.
While we'd like to bring them in alive
for questioning in connection with a series of unsolved murders,
officers' safety is of primary importance.
So proceed with caution.
Assume they're armed and dangerous.
All right, gentlemen. Let's move.
What?
We have a problem.
Ma'am, can I just have a few minutes of your time?
Why would you say no to lower interest rates,
extended overdrafts facilities, fixed loan repayments?
Hello, ma'am.
Uh, I'm sorry to bother. I was wondering if you've seen this man around town.
You haven't even looked at the picture.
Lady, I'm trying to work. I don't know that man.
- Okay, but can you just at least look? - Ma'am? Is everything okay?
Can I help?
I don't mean to cause any trouble, sir.
I'm just trying to find my husband.
Why don't we go to my office?
Now, what's this all about?
I'm looking for my husband, Max.
Have you seen him?
He hasn't been in here.
But I do recognize him.
You do? From where?
When I got home yesterday after work,
he was arguing with my next-door neighbor, Farouk Williams.
Do you know what they were arguing about?
Please can you give me Farouk's address?
I... Maybe he can tell me where to find my husband.
Ma'am, I've known Farouk my whole life. He's a good man.
Looks after his sick mother all on his own.
He's got enough problems.
Okay, but I just want to ask him a few questions. Please.
I'm sorry.
I think that it's best that you leave.
Mom, I have your lunch.
I hope you're okay with chicken soup.
Or I can heat you up some of last night's curry.
You're warm enough, aren't you?
You need to stay warm.
My day was fine, thanks.
Nothing exciting. We had a new person start to the bank today.
It was mostly getting her up to speed and doing some training.
Do you want me to fetch you an extra blanket?
For God's sake, Zenzi, stop screaming.
Just, please. Okay?
- Max. - Yes. It's me, baby.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
Okay.
I can't believe you kept all of this from me.
Yazid's murder, taking the fall for Blessing, everything.
I thought it would be better if you didn't know.
I promised myself I'd never put anyone I loved
in that kind of danger again.
What happened to Esulu...
I just thought, you know,
staying away from you was the best way to protect you.
I know you thought it was for the best.
But it was a bad decision. Okay?
Look where we've ended up.
Our son is dead.
I feel like I don't even know the man that I'm married to anymore.
I know I'm putting something very heavy on your shoulders.
After all the pain I've caused you.
But one thing I hope
you never doubted,
you know, through it all...
that I love you, Zen.
And I'm so sorry.
So sorry.
I just don't want to feel alone anymore.
From now on,
you tell me everything.
I promise you, Zen, from now on,
we're in this together.
Why are you here, in Yazid's hometown?
Yazid had evidence that implicated Blessing.
It involved a big national bank.
If Blessing doesn't pay up, I'll make sure he's shipped out of here.
How in the world could you make that happen?
I have a very good insurance policy.
But it didn't work.
They took him out and covered their tracks.
The day they took him out, I went to look for evidence at his office.
So the only way to clear my name
is to get our hands on whatever evidence Yazid had.
But how do we get it?
And from who?
That's why I came here to see Farouk.
He's Yazid's childhood best friend.
They grew up together.
He was Yazid's contact in the bank.
I tried to talk to him yesterday, but...
he still thinks I killed Yazid.
Why can't you leave us alone?
Look, please, Farouk.
Just like you, Yazid was a friend.
I promise, I would never do anything to harm him.
I had no reason to.
Look, we both know Yazid was killed because of the information you gave him.
You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
Get off my property before I call the police.
Farouk, I actually know more than you think I do.
How do you think I got to you so easy?
Yazid told me about you,
and I promised him I would not mention your involvement in the whole thing.
Just to protect you from these people.
Farouk, please.
I'm Max's wife, and I swear on our son's grave,
Max did not kill Yazid.
All he ever wanted to do was protect you.
The two of you better come inside.
Mary, is that you? Come in!
Hello?
My gosh, Mary. My--
- Hello. - Hi.
I was just driving past, and I happened to see the for-sale sign.
- May I have a look around? - Um...
You must actually make an appointment with the estate agent.
I only have time now.
I don't suppose you could make an exception?
I suppose I can.
I'm the IT manager at the OCM Bank, Caledon branch.
A couple of years ago, I noticed there was a money laundering scheme.
And large sums of money kept on being deposited over and over again
into different accounts.
One of the main beneficiaries was Blessing Jali.
I wanted to go to the cops, but Yazid had other ideas.
I had to get him the proof, a copy of it,
and he was gonna blackmail Blessing.
And as soon as the money dropped, I'd get my cut.
Now I'm here.
Yazid is dead.
And my mom will have no one if anything happened to me.
Excuse the mess. The previous tenant that we had here...
Whoo! She was a real nightmare.
Had a different man over here every night.
Never paid rent.
That's why we struggled to maintain the place.
But she finally moved out today.
Glad to be rid of her.
Where is she?
Uh, I don't know. Mentioned something about Caledon or something like that.
Probably a place where sluts retire.
- My sister is not a slut.
Your sister?
Are you Zenzi's sister?
I've had enough of your murderous family
to last me a lifetime. Get out of my house!
Oh, please.
This place isn't fit for any human to live in.
What you are, sweetie,
is a slumlord
who preys on the most vulnerable.
There's a special place in hell for bitches like you.
Well, at least I gave Zenzi a roof over her head
when her husband went to jail and her son died, huh?
And where were you? Huh? Where were you?
Who are you to tell me?
I didn't even know Zenzi had a sister.
- Whoo! The audacity.
Come into my house and call me a slumlord?
Bloody bitch!
Farouk, we're sorry to put you through this again, but...
we need your help.
The people behind the killing of Yazid want me dead.
The only thing that's keeping me...
us alive right now
is that they think we have information on the OCM Bank scam.
And you need me to make that suspicion a reality.
I can't, 'cause if they found out...
my mother would have nobody.
Farouk, Yazid made sure that no one knows about your connection to him.
And believe you me, if they knew,
they would have come for you a long time ago.
I won't make any promises.
I will see what I can do.
You need to eat.
I will.
Uh, listen, uh, Zen...
I'm sorry about where we ended up,
where you ended up.
Mostly, I'm really sorry about...
what happened to Esulu.
We've all made choices that we regret.
Can you forgive me, though?
I forgive you.
But we have to do better,
be better...
both of us together.
I never stopped loving you.
Even when I thought the worst...
I never stopped.
Are you sure, Zen?
I forgot how beautiful you are.
Have you seen this?
It's trending, and we need an opinion piece on it.
Five hundred words only.
- Hello?
I thought you said you had this under control.
I do... We do.
Well, my security team just received an alert
that there was a breach at the Caledon branch.
Shit.
Someone is trying to download the same information as last time.
I thought you said Yazid was working alone.
- He was. - Who the fuck is doing this?
It can only be Max. He just got out of prison.
You should've taken him out the minute he was released.
Now you fix this fucking mess. Now!
Raymond, where are you now?
Hey, Farouk. Come in.
- Hey. - Hey.
It's all there.
A full list of...
large sums of money being deposited into different bank accounts.
Judges, politicians, CEOs,
and Blessing Jali.
But I'm done.
You two need to leave.
- Don't come back.
- Did somebody follow you? - The cops.
Listen, Farouk, we're gonna go out the back, okay?
Don't worry. They're not looking for you. Thank you.
- Okay.
- Where are they? - Who? I'm the only person here.
Max and Zenzi.
There's no Max or Zenzi. I'm the only person that's staying here.
Why do people always think that they can keep lying to me?
- I promise--
Fuck!
Max... wait a bit.
Just a second, baby. We have to keep moving.
How are we gonna get out of this?
Have you got the flash?
No, no, no. Just promise me one thing, okay?
Whatever happens to me...
...take it to someone you can trust. Okay?
What is it?
- Where did you get this? - No time to explain.
Just take it.
I think we must split up.
If I can draw the cops towards me,
you can make a break for it, and we can meet at the train station.
No. You promised. You said we're going to stay together.
I know. I know. But I think this is the best way to do this.
Just for a little while, okay?
So that our together...
can be permanent, okay?
Nothing can happen to you, okay?
I won't be able to survive it.
Okay.
- Max Mwale!
Stop! You're surrounded!
Drop the gun!
Drop it!
It's over, Max. Drop your weapon.
- Where is the gun, Zenzi? - Raymond, please.
Your days of begging are fucking over, bitch.
- No, wait. Leave me alone. Raymond. - I want the gun and drive, Zenzi.
- Drop the gun!
That was your warning shot, Max. Drop the gun and surrender.
- We can talk about this at the station. - People like me never get a fair deal.
No! That wasn't--
Stop shooting!
- For God's sake, hold your fire!
Max.
Max. Help!
Max! Max.
No.
No! No!
Max!