Reyka (2021) s02e01 Episode Script

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-Baby Gigaba was born
with a rare abnormality.
A malformation of the limbs
called "syndactyly."
This is derived from the Greek
word "syn,"
which means with or together,
and "daktylos"
which means digit or finger.
In Zulu culture it's considered
lucky or even a blessing.
-Today, February 11, 1990
-He's free.
-Nelson Mandela
is a free man.
On a day this country
will not soon forget
-Power, comrades.
-world's most famous
political prisoner.
-Please listen to me.
I can't do this.
-Calm down, Portia.
Stick to our plan.
-No, your plan.
I don't want any of this.
-Extraordinary scenes indeed.
Mandela's freedom marks the dawn
of South Africa's future.
-Madiba is free, my friend!
27 years behind bars.
It's a great day
for our country.
Apartheid is over!
What's his name?
-Baby Gigaba.
Gabriel.
-The angel.
Lovers Lane at 2:00 A.M.
Kind of romantic, huh?
-I like it.
-You do?
-Come here, you scaredy-cat.
-People are going to see us.
-Let them watch.
-Wait.
I think I saw someone.
-What?
No.
No, no, no, there's --
there's no one there.
Come on.
No!
No!
Please! Please!
-Hey, hey!
-Please!
Please!
I'll cooperate!
I won't tell anyone.
Please just let me go!
Please, I barely know him!
We only met at the office
about a month ago.
What do you want?
-Don't worry.
I saved you.
He's not going to do that
to you again.
-You saved me?
-Yes.
-Thank you.
-Where do you live?
-Why?
-Taxi.
-I can go?
-Yes.
One day we'll meet
for some takeaways.
-What?
-Crispy chicken.
I'll buy for you.
Somebody, help me!
Help me!
-Thuli!
-Ma, you're going too slow!
-No!
-Thuli, it's not a race, girl!
I'm sorry, ma'am.
I'm slow!
Aah! Thuli!
-Thank you so much.
-Hi.
How are you?
Are you good?
I'm good.
Lame, pretty lame.
I'd like to learn.
-Hey, Ma. How's Mozambique?
-It's absolute bliss.
I wish you were here.
-Well, someone's got to get
Thuli off to boarding school.
-And that's today?
-Yeah, her father's
picking her up.
Richard?
-It's just a
friend.
Thuli!
Ma, I've got to go.
Tama will be here soon.
-Oh, baby, baby.
-Hello, Daddy.
How are you?
-I'm good.
Are you ready?
-Yes.
-Are you sure about this?
-The girl needs to feel safe.
-I love you, Mama.
-I love you too, Thuli.
-There we go.
-Bye, Mom.
-Ready for training, boss?
So, you missing me
at the new station?
-Yeah, Thuli needs structure
in her life.
And her father's paying for the
fees, so it's all good.
-Time to lead a normal life?
-Whatever that is.
-Focus on yourself, you know?
Have fun.
Go out dancing.
Start dating again.
-What makes you think
that I'm single?
-Are you
dating again?
-Maybe.
-Okay.
Well, what's his name?
-No one, Tanner.
Don't you know that you're
the love of my life?
Yeah.
Would that be so horrible?
-For you, yes.
Don't you have that TV interview
tonight?
-Thanks for reminding me.
-The past can't hurt you
anymore, okay?
You've got this.
-Yeah.
Amen.
-Detective.
-Officer.
-What's this?
-It looks like
a broken water pipe.
-Let's check it out.
Hi, we're from sanitation.
What's this place?
Can I come inside?
Tanner.
Okay.
-Hi.
Can you call the municipality?
You've got dirty water
gushing into the streets.
-That's not my problem.
Okay.
Hi. Can I get water
and sanitation to --
-Hey!
-Hey, hey, get back!
Hey, hey!
Don't touch
what you can't afford!
Are you okay?
-Who's asking,
little miss bony arse?
-Hey, watch your mouth.
-Or what, Ginger Stud?
You going to put me over
your lap and smack me?
-Are you trapped here?
-Ula,
am I trapped here?
-No, Casey.
-Casey,
I'll help you.
Just tell me you need help.
-Hey, hey, Reyka, Reyka.
Hey, stop.
-It's okay. Tanner, let's go.
We need to keep
an eye on this place.
-Okay, I'm going -- I'm going to
bet two cigarettes.
-Welcome to Paradise Valley.
Low-security unit
for just sex offenders.
First of its kind
in Southern Africa.
Inmates are treated
as rehabilitees,
not as dangerous criminals.
And you will see,
cell doors are not locked.
-Eat shit, old timer.
I'm all in.
-Morning, Zain.
-Hey, Doc.
-Doc, the new meds
is making me so drowsy, man.
-You'll get used to the dose,
Zain.
-Okey-dokey.
-Old timer, are you sure?
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
-Shit.
-Sorry, boss.
-Everyone, meet Angus Speelman.
-I know what you're thinking.
Surprisingly handsome
in real life.
-Angus has been a resident
in Paradise Valley
for six months.
The routine of the facility
suits him,
and he's doing
constructive work,
making breakthroughs
in his sessions.
-It's all thanks to you,
Dr. Lawrence.
-Does Reyka visit?
-What?
-Reyka Gama.
Are you in contact with her?
-No, no, I've not spoken
to her in --
-Inmates aren't allowed
to interact with the survivors,
but Angus is well on his way
to a full rehabilitation.
Let me show you the cells.
-Oh, okay.
-Let's go, Reyka. There you go.
That's it. That's it, Reyka.
You making good time.
Let's go. Hit the timer!
Running out of time.
Not going to make my record.
Come on.
Push on! Come on!
Come on, Reyka,
use your legs.
Let's go, keep that up!
Use your legs!
-Come on, Reyka.
Push it, Reyka!
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, Reyka.
-Push it!
Come on, Reyka. Go. Record time.
Let's go, let's go!
Five, four, three, two, one.
Yes!
You got Tanner's PB!
-Your watch is broken, man.
Well done.
-Hey.
-Whew!
-Nice one, bud.
-Thanks, hot-bod.
-Whoo!
Sisters are graduating!
-Still got to do the dive test.
-No, you'll crush it!
-Thanks.
-That's my girl!
-Hey, Ayanda.
What?
Lover's Lane?
Where's that?
Yeah, cool. I'll pop past.
I'm done here.
Yeah, I'll tell you about it.
-I've never spoken about this.
-You were 15.
-Aye.
Aye, just a boy.
My mum
Shirley.
Sweet Shirley Buchanan.
Bonnie Buchanan
they use to call her.
She was quite the looker.
She could've picked any man
in Edinburgh
but she chose my pa.
Then the stroke
came out of nowhere.
Changed our lives.
She could do nothing on her own.
So I had to stay.
Become her carer.
Feed her.
Wash her.
Whole time Pa was in the nick.
-That must have made you angry.
-We didn't need him.
-Because you were there.
-Aye.
Thank you, Angus.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Did you book me TV time tonight,
Doc?
-Listen, Angus. You shouldn't
watch the interview.
It could be triggering --
-I want to.
-You're doing so well.
-I need to face
what I've done.
And I get to see her
so win/win.
-Sergeant, please make sure
you get the victim's statement
when we get to the station.
-Hey.
-Hey, welcome to Lover's Lane.
-People find this romantic?
-Some people.
-Not my vibe.
-They come for the view.
One victim.
Male.
Single gunshot to the head.
-Okay.
-Point-blank range.
Wallet left behind.
R300 in cash.
Rules out robbery.
I.D. says Michael Schoeman, 35.
-Where's she?
-At the station.
-Denise Hartzenberg.
Can't I.D. the killer.
Says his face was hidden
by a dockworker's jacket.
-Fled?
-Killer let her go.
-Oh.
-So she says.
-Where's his shoes?
-We find his shoes yet?
-Nope.
-Killer took them.
-Shoot a man for his shoes?
-Yeah.
Look where you are.
People are murdered for less.
-Then why take the shoes
and leave the cash?
-Oh, meat or veggie?
-Meat, please.
-Vegetables, please.
-Everything is ready for
tonight. Are you excited?
Wait a minute.
He gets that and
I -- What is this?
Horse meat?
Donkey? It's revolting, man.
-Come on, just move on.
-This is a free country.
I have the right to know.
What is this?
-It's boiled chuck, man.
-Chuck? What the fuck is chuck?
-Zain, take your plate. Come on.
-No, I won't!
I won't! Am I a dog? Am I a dog?
Do I look like a dog, Angus?
Am I a dog, huh?! Am I a dog?
-Hey, hey, hey.
Do I look like a dog?
-Zain!
Take it easy!
-I didn't do anything, man!
-A moment, gents.
-I didn't do anything!
-If you stop fighting,
they'll let you go!
Zain, listen to me!
Your head's on fire.
Now breathe. Breathe in.
Eh?
Deep. Aye, and out.
And out.
In. Eh?
Okay.
He's good.
We're good, eh?
Come on. Up you come.
Listen, you can have mine.
I'm not hungry.
Come on.
-Ayanda!
-Hey, Reyka.
-Huh?
-Reyka!
Come on!
We're not going in there
without a SWAT team.
-I saw someone.
-Have you been inside
one of these?
-No.
-It's a network of tunnels
under the city.
An underworld.
Illegal immigrants.
Gangs. Stowaways. Sex workers!
It's not safe
for police in there.
-But our killer could be
inside there right now!
-Maybe,
but we won't make it out
of there alive.
-We'll get a team.
Our suspect --
-Our suspect is a dockworker
with a .38 Special and ammo,
and the people
inside the tunnels
don't want police
sniffing in there.
They live in the dark like rats.
We need way more evidence
before we can storm that nest.
-Gama.
-Coming.
-Hello, Thuli.
Welcome to your new school.
We've spoken to your dad.
We understand your situation.
I'm sure you'll feel
completely safe here.
Please sit.
I declined the request
for a bodyguard because
if I single you out for special
treatment, you'll get bullied.
Girls can be cruel at this age.
You're going to have to trust me
on this.
Oh, and one more thing.
I need a name, next of kin.
In case your immediate family
are busy.
Who do I contact?
There you are, Chloe.
I want you to meet Thuli,
your new roommate.
-Hey, Thuli.
-Hey, Chloe.
-You'll show her around.
-Yes, ma'am.
-Do you mind?
Hi, Denise. I'm Reyka.
-Hey.
I told the other cop
I didn't see much.
-It's fine.
We're just going to chat.
Maybe you'll remember something.
You know, every detail helps.
How do you know Mike?
-From the office.
-You're a couple?
-I guess.
But Mike thought
his boss would disapprove,
so we kept it quiet.
-Did Mike have issues
with his boss?
-No, no.
He just didn't want him
to know about us.
Mike thought what we were doing
was wrong.
-Why?
-I'm an intern.
-Okay.
So, after the killer shot Mike,
what did he do?
-He led me
to a pedestrian tunnel.
I thought
he was going to rape me,
but he was so nervous.
-Did you see his face?
-No.
He wore one of those jackets
they use on the docks.
-Yellow straps. Waterproof.
-Hooded.
-So no features?
Eyes? Hair?
-No.
He kept staring at my feet.
-Race? Age?
-Young.
-Black, I think.
-Okay.
What about his voice?
-Soft.
Gentle.
Nice voice.
-English?
-Mostly, I think.
-Okay.
Denise
why did he let you go?
-I don't think
he wanted to harm me.
He invited me for takeaways.
-What?
-Crispy chicken.
-He invited you on a date?
-Kinda.
-Mike's shoes.
Did you see them?
-Shoes?
-Take a moment.
This is important.
-Oh, God. I'm
I'm -- I'm sorry.
Everything's gone blank.
It's just gone blank.
Why would the killer
release Ms. Hartzenberg
if he knew she could I.D. him?
-She didn't see his face.
It was dark.
-Mm. He wore a dockworker's
jacket with a hood.
-No features?
Convenient.
-You think Denise was involved?
-No.
He invited her on a date.
Takeaways.
-What kind of killer
shoots a man in cold blood
and then releases
the only eyewitness?
-So Denise set
the whole thing up.
Paid the killer
for a hit on her boyfriend.
-Yeah, I want a deep dive
into their office romance.
See if there are any issues.
You know, uh,
scorned exes, money trails.
-On it.
-If Denise ordered the hit,
why did the killer
take the victim's shoes?
-Shoes?
-Michael Schoeman's shoes
were removed from the scene.
-To make it look like a robbery?
No, but Denise's heels
probably cost
more than Michael Schoeman's
office shoes.
Why not take hers instead?
-Because it wasn't a robbery.
The wallet was left behind,
R300 in cash.
-Exactly.
Denise had nothing
to do with it.
I interviewed her.
She was traumatised.
-You got a better theory?
-Yes.
-The killer's M.O. is structured
and organised.
He approaches the car
from the driver's blind spot
precise, composed.
He lets off one round.
Clean scene.
No cartridges, no evidence,
no mistake.
Except for one --
he takes the victim's shoes.
-He left an eyewitness.
-Oh, that's part of his M.O.
See
the killer wanted to connect
with Denise.
He invited her on a date.
He didn't want to kill her, too.
Michael Schoeman is the focus
of his rage, not Denise.
-Why?
-See, Schoeman represents some
sort of psychosexual trauma.
The killer's M.O. is linked
to Schoeman and his shoes.
M.O.?
-Yes, sir.
This could be the first of --
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, we're not there yet.
Okay?
No surveillance, no media.
You open
a murder-robbery docket.
Detective Jali takes lead.
-Yes, sir.
-Yes, sir.
-Hey.
What's your name?
-Jodie.
-How old?
-You waiting for your mom?
Where is she?
Okay.
Listen here, Jodie.
If you ever need help,
or something happens
to your mom, whatever,
you come find me
at Durban Harbour Police.
Reyka Gama, okay?
-Okay.
-Dr. Lawrence,
you're not the first therapist
who believes in
his own narcissism,
that he can cure
a notorious sex offender.
-Speelman is not
Hannibal Lecter, ma'am.
-But he's manipulating you.
-How do you fake progress?
We are having
authentic therapeutic exchanges.
Speelman's history
is being reconciled
and his treatment proves
that this trial programme
is a success.
He's a model patient
making the case
for expanding
this programme to other prisons.
-Here, have.
-No, thank you.
-Our guest of honour!
Angus, come sit.
Your seat is reserved
for you here.
-Thank you.
-Family is everything,
and tonight, fellow inmates,
it's all about Angus
and his beautiful daughter,
Reyka.
-Now, I want to take
Angus Speelman
to the local government working
group at Social Services,
to show off the success
of this programme.
They need to hear a voice
from the "other side," ma'am.
I'm all for good P.R.,
but what if Speelman refuses?
-We offer him something
in return.
-His release?
-A reunion
with this mother.
You just, um --
You know that you can move on,
you can be lucky,
and, um
you can seize the moment
and you can just take
one step after another.
-You don't even know
how many women
you're helping right now.
You don't.
You're the definition
of a survivor, Reyka.
-Oh, well, thanks.
You're in a good place, your
daughter's at boarding school,
your work is
-It's great.
-Things are better?
-Uh, much better.
-You've moved on?
-Absolutely.
-Do you ever think of him?
-No.
-Does Speelman have any power
over your life now?
-No. How could he?
-He's behind bars.
-Not only that.
He's a paedophile.
He will never change.
-And you have?
-Of course.
-So he can never
harm you again?
-Never.
That part of my life is over.
-Do you empathise
with his mental disorder?
Yes.
Deeply.
Speelman is a charismatic
narcissist with a perversion.
The seeds of that illness
are planted early on.
-In what way?
-Deep childhood trauma.
-Many kids suffer trauma
and don't grow up to have
sexually arousing fantasies
involving children.
-Yes, that's true,
but kids like Speelman
experience a unique
and intimate kind of trauma
where the boundaries
between parents
and children don't exist.
-In a sexual way?
-That's an example of it,
but yes.
-You're saying that this applies
to Speelman?
-Um, that's not really --
no --
-Did Speelman confide in you
about this?
-About -- About many things.
We were close.
-Reyka, are you saying
that Angus Speelman had sex
with his mother?
-No!
-It sounded like you said that.
-No, what I'm saying is,
he was a victim
of childhood incest.
-Isn't that the same thing?
-How can it be?
He was abused.
Speelman's mother would --
What?
Um
Speelman's mother
treated him like a boy-lover.
-And so it follows
that he would treat you
like a girl-lover?
Do you think we, as society,
we need to be more compassionate
on abused kids
who grow up to abuse others?
-Um,
that is a complex question.
-Does being a victim
of childhood incest,
in the example
of Angus Speelman,
ever justify rape
as an adult?
-No!
-No?
-But it might help explain it.
-So, it's not
all Speelman's fault?
Uh, his mother taught him
to be that way.
Soon we'll have a society
that justifies sexual assault.
-No, that's -- No, that is not
what I'm saying!
I'm saying, understanding
can lead to forgiveness.
-Are you saying that victims
should forgive their attackers?
-Each case is different.
-Have you?
-Okay.
No easy answers when it comes
to gender-based violence.
Next time,
we'll speak to a social worker
who will share
her challenges with us.
Okay.
-Reyka?
- Reyka, are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
-Can we get help over here,
please?
Reyka!
Reyka, look at me!
-Yeah.
-Look at me. Stay in it.
-Okay.
-Okay? Here we go.
Three, two, one, go!
-Come on, Reyka.
Come on.
-Three, two, one, go!
Come on, Reyka.
Here we go.
I've got you.
You're okay. I've got you.
-I'm okay! I am okay!
-Hey.
-No excuses. I plugged it.
-Next time you won't.
-Stop it.
I'm not doing it again.
-You can't give up now, Reyka.
-I can. Watch carefully.
This is me giving up.
-No, I won't let you.
-And who are you?
-A friend.
-I don't need friends, okay?
Just stay out of it.
I can't do it, Nick.
-Come on, you can.
Reyka, you're, like,
the bravest person I know.
I mean it, okay? I saw you
on that show last night.
-Yeah, and I was terrible.
-You still got up there,
and you spoke about things
I don't even understand.
The things you experienced.
That you beat.
If you can do that,
you can do any underwater dive.
-No.
-Come in.
-Morning, Doc.
-Angus, how are you?
-I'm fine. Thank you.
-Really?
-You're surprised?
-Come have a seat.
-The interview?
-Reyka was wrong.
None of that was about me.
-None of it?
The incest?
No.
Listen, my mum doted on me,
but --
-I would understand
if you felt wounded
by what Reyka said.
-I'm not.
I forgive her.
-Angus, there's something
I have to tell you.
We tracked your mother
in Edinburgh.
-Oh, did you?
-Shirley Mary Buchanan?
-Aye.
How is she?
-I'm sorry, Angus,
but she's very ill.
She suffered another stroke
a couple of weeks ago.
Paralysed her.
It's very serious.
I'm sorry.
-Can I call her?
-She's in a coma, Angus.
I'm sorry.
-Hey, dipshit.
Now we know why
you're such a basket case.
Your mom's a rape freak!
-Hmm.
What shoes was he wearing?
-Um
From the slight impressions
on and around the foot,
it looks like
a hard leather shoe.
Here
these three points,
they look like lace points.
So it could mean lace-ups.
-Okay.
Fancy.
-Where have you been?
I've been waiting since 7:00.
-Get in.
I haven't got all night.
Are you coming or not?
-Now look what you've done.
-Don't disrespect my girls.
You don't.
-All those clothes.
-Can we just
-What?
-talk for a bit?
-Okay, sweetie.
What do you want to talk about?
-Anything.
-We can talk about --
-How old are you?
-Why do you always do this?
-Innocent question, Case.
-I'm 21,
okay?
What? Do you want to see
my I.D.?
I don't have all night.
Please, don't!
Don't!
What are you going to do to me?
-Nothing.
-You're a liar!
-I'm not going to hurt you.
I saved you.
He's not going to do that
to you again.
-He was my friend!
Y-You k--
You killed him for no reason,
you disgusting, sick fuck!
Get away from me, you cockroach!
Cockroach?!
Oh, Leon.
-Sorry I'm so late.
-That's okay.
-Come on.