Reyka (2021) s02e04 Episode Script

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-In the name of the Father,
in the name of the Son,
and in the name of
the Holy Spirit.
-What are you doing?
-Stop it.
-Oh, shit.
-What?
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-It's my wife.
This is Reyka.
She's one of the trainees.
Um, this is my wife, Georgina.
-I've heard about you.
-Reyka's the one
who flunked the dive test?
Come on! Come on!
-There we go. There we go.
That's it.
Have we checked you out?
-I've done this
a thousand times.
I've never had a problem.
-Well, there's no harm in, uh
doing an assessment.
-I'm good, Doc. Focus on her.
-Zwelethu, please. Privacy.
-What are you doing?
Are you going to pour some of
that milk on me or what?
-Zwelethu, come on.
-If I don't work, we don't eat.
-I'd rather eat nothing than
have you sell yourself to men.
-There's a network
of tunnels under the city.
An underworld.
Illegal immigrants, gangs,
stowaways, sex workers.
It's not safe for police
in there.
And we're here
for a routine inspection.
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-Speelman has just suffered
a deep narcissistic injury.
The news of
his mother's illness --
-She's sick?
-In a coma.
Compounded by the penetrating
humiliation he experienced
during the TV interview,
it's left him
in a very volatile mental state.
His motivational arc
is likely to be revenge.
-Portia, I need your help.
-How did you find me?
Go away.
-I've got nowhere else to go.
-Your face is all over the news.
-I just need to use your phone.
-Hey.
Leon?
Leon.
Leon, Leon. Leon, don't joke.
Don't joke around.
Please don't joke.
Leon?
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Shh.
Shh.
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-"My name is Gabriel Gigaba."
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-Okay.
Gabriel.
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-It's Reyka Gama,
criminal profiler
with Detective Services.
-Morning, Dr. Gama.
How can I help you?
-I want to report a death.
-What's the address?
Dr. Gama?
-My house. You have it on file.
-Do you have an I.D.?
-Captain Leon Lombard,
head of Search and Rescue.
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Portia?
-Royal Edinburgh,
emergency ward.
How can I help you?
-Put me through to
Shirley Buchanan's room, please.
It's her son.
-Oh, Mr. Speelman.
Just a minute.
-Any news, sister?
-I'm af-- I'm afraid we can't.
Where are you
calling from, sir?
-Put me through
to my mother's room, please.
-If you'd just give me
your current location.
-What?
-We heard about your
circumstances.
The local --
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-So, we went to bed.
Um, everything was fine.
He must've had
cardiac arrest in his sleep.
-Is he your husband?
-No. No, no. We are co-workers.
He stayed over.
I don't really know much.
Um, he lived in Hill Crest,
I think.
I've never been to his house.
We didn't really speak about
our private lives.
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Can I go?
-Yes.
-Okay.
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-Good morning, sunshine.
How did you sleep?
That couch is heavenly.
That is the best night's sleep
I've had in ages.
Do you fancy a coffee?
I'm going out.
Did I disturb your meditation?
-Angus, why are you here?
-Let's talk about that
over coffee.
Milk and three sugars, right?
-Can I have my phone back?
-I'm still busy with it, Portia.
-You said one phone call.
-It's my ma, Portia.
Have a heart.
I know what we'll do.
I'm going to make you
the tastiest omelette ever.
My ma's special Lowland mash-up.
-I'm not hungry.
-Oh, you'll change your mind
when you see mine.
-If they find out you're here --
-Don't worry.
I won't be here long.
-How long?
-Have you got any cash?
I'm clean out.
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Oh.
Perfect.
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Oh, that's fun.
I won't be long.
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Gosh.
Seriously?
-Late night.
-Alright, out.
-Aye, it's fine.
I'll close up. Come!
-We're not doing this.
My place, my rules.
-Zwelethu, come out!
-Ayanda, wow!
Really?
-Tick-tock, Zee.
If I have to.
I'm late.
-Work can wait.
-No, not this case.
-Ah.
Okay.
So?
What's the latest?
-No. Not now, Zwelethu.
-Just a teaser, baby.
-It's unprofessional.
Mnh-mnh.
-Please?
Please?
-Hmm?
-Okay.
-Mm.
-You were right.
There is a pattern.
-I knew it. What is it?
Mm. He's got a shoe fetish.
-Yeah, something like that.
-Mm.
You must keep me posted.
-No.
This is police business.
-Baby, you know what happens
in between the sheets
stays in between the sheets.
Right?
Right?
-Yeah, right.
-Kiss me then.
Just one here. Please, baby.
Zee.
Zwelethu, no.
-What?
Okay, okay, okay. Okay.
Alright.
-I'll be right out.
-Ma, can you hear me?
-What?
-A married man
died in my bedroom, Ma!
-What was he doing in your
bedroom?
That's not the point, Ma.
Well, are the police there?
-He's dead.
-So, who is he?
-His name is Leon Lombard.
He was a co-worker.
-What is Leon, the married
co-worker, doing in your bed?
-I'm going to hang up, Ma.
-Okay, listen. Listen to me.
I'll
Uh, I'll come back earlier.
-You don't have to do that, Ma.
-Well, I don't care.
I'll get on a flight. You can't
handle this on your own.
I
-Hey.
-Hey.
-What happened?
-I don't know.
-Where is he?
Where is my husband?
No. No, no, no. Out of my way!
-Who is that?
-It's Leon's wife.
-Shit.
-Yeah.
-We can slip you out the back.
-No. I'm going to face this one.
-Please, ma'am.
-No.
-Ma'am, please.
-Keep your hands off me!
My husband -- where is he?
I was told to
come to this address.
-Georgina, it's Reyka.
We met at Search and Rescue.
-Yes, the -- the trainee.
Failed dive test.
-Yes.
-You got here quick.
-Um, this is my house.
-L-Leon's here?
-Yes.
-Why?
-We got back late from a police
raid and had a few drinks,
and Leon decided to stay the
night rather than drive home.
-Are you fucking with me?
-No, ma'am.
-He couldn't take a taxi?
-I don't think
they were running that late.
-So he stayed with you?
-In my bedroom, yes.
-Where is your bedroom?
-I'll show you.
-No, I'd like to see him alone,
if that's okay with you.
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No!
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-No, she didn't.
She didn't even realise.
What's up?
-Hello.
-Hey.
-Are you girls
going to the beach?
-What's so funny?
-Nothing.
-Ah. Well, so, uh
perfect day, uh --
perfect day for a suntan, hey?
-Yup.
-Which beach?
-Why should we tell you?
-North has the best waves, uh,
don't you think?
Or Main but, uh,
the pier at North is nicer.
-Let's go.
-Fancy an ice cream?
-No, thanks.
-My shout.
-You want to buy us
some ice cream?
-Sure. What flavour?
Chocolate? Strawberry? Hazelnut?
-Banana?
-Banana?
Sure, sure.
No, I love -- love banana.
I used to farm them.
You used to farm --
What?
-Yeah, um
you're a total creep.
-No. Don't say that.
-Yes, you are.
-Nicky, call the cops.
-I was just -- I was just trying
to be nice. I'm sorry.
-Can't you see I'm underage?!
-Creep! Creep!
-Creep! Creep!
-Paedo alert!
-Paedo alert!
-Paedo alert!
-Paedo alert!
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-You okay?
-Mnh-mnh.
Walk me through it.
-Um
Leon
Captain Lombard
stayed over at my place.
-First time?
-No.
-How long had this
been going on?
-Two or three months.
It wasn't serious.
-Did his wife know?
-No.
-So, he's at your place.
-Um, we went to bed.
He was fine.
-Did you have sex?
-Yes.
-Was he up to it?
I mean, could it have
lead to a-a heart attack?
-Excuse me?
-Look, I don't want to be
here either, okay?
I-I'm just trying
to find out what's going on.
-There was no problem.
-So you just wake up a couple
of hours later and what?
He's -- He's dead?
-Yes.
-Do you want to take
some time off,
take some compassionate leave?
-No, no.
It really wasn't serious.
I promise.
-This is very serious, Reyka.
We don't need this heat,
not now.
-I'm sorry, Brigadier.
-Minister Matlala knows.
-Great.
-He wants us to close off
this Lover's Lane case.
-Tell me more.
-The city is about to host
the Global Water Summit.
The minister's not gonna
tolerate an open
serial-killer case
with international
dignitaries around.
-Well, we're getting close.
-Are we?
I'm going to close off
Lover's Lane to the public.
-No, no, no, no, no, no!
If -- If we do,
he will go somewhere else.
We might never see him on the
docks again.
-Sounds like a win-win.
-Well, the killings won't stop.
Lover's Lane means
something important to him.
We must not make it
inaccessible to him
or the public.
-If we keep it open,
we're gonna have to release
some information to the press.
The public needs to know
that the park is dangerous.
-I understand.
-Let's catch this guy, Reyka.
-We're doing our best.
-Do your best faster.
One more thing.
I've arranged for you
to see a police psychologist.
-No, no, no.
It's fine.
I can look after myself.
-It's not you I'm worried about.
You have blind spots.
-Don't we all?
-Yours tend to result
in the loss of fellow officers.
-That's not fair.
-I'm not going to permit Ayanda
to end up like your partner
at KwaDlangezwa.
-Nandi knew what she was doing.
-Clearly not.
-She disobeyed a direct order.
-The enquiry into her death
found that her actions were
motivated by some duty,
some loyalty to you.
She was putting herself
out there to impress you.
-And that make me responsible
for what happened to her?
-Chat to your psychologist
about that.
-I am not seeing a shrink!
-You are going to do things
my way or you're out,
and I will replace you!
It's as simple as that.
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-Portia.
I'm home!
-Help me! Help me!
He's going to kill me!
-Shut up! Shut up! Look at you!
What are you doing, huh?!
We used to be close.
-Leave me alone!
-Huh?
-Leave me alone!
I don't love you anymore!
-I don't ever want to hurt you,
Portia,
but if you do that again,
I'll snap your fucking neck
like a twig.
Understood? Huh?
-Excellent.
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-Hair tie
found at the Maritime Inn.
Will you check if there's a
match with our female victim,
the sex worker, Casey?
-Okay, sure.
-Close your eyes.
Portia
when was the last time
you saw Reyka?
-Angus, please. Leave her alone.
-It's a simple question.
No tricks.
When was the last time?
-I can't remember.
-What was it?
Months? Weeks? Days?
-I don't know.
She went on TV,
did an interview.
Did you see it?
-No.
-Yeah, you can open them.
-Thank you.
-Better?
-Yes.
-She told lies in the interview.
It broke my heart.
-You can't blame her.
-Lies are never okay.
We taught her that.
-It's her truth.
-I was there, Portia.
We were a family.
-No. No.
You controlled us.
We wanted to please you.
It wasn't real.
-It was the happiest time
of my life.
-Angusyou're ill.
Jail is the only place for you,
away from the rest of us.
-Careful, Portia.
I was a model patient inside.
-I'm sure you were.
-Everyone respected me,
especially Zain.
We were close.
I was happy there.
I was happy until
-Until what?
-Reyka went on TV and spoke
about me like I was a --
I'm a victim,
that my ma was a bad person.
I never told her that.
Why would she make that up?
-So Reyka got it wrong.
Nobody's perfect, Angus,
not even Reyka.
-That is not the daughter
we raised.
She owes us.
Why would she do that?
-Let it go, Angus.
Reyka deserves to live her life
without you in it.
I-I remember.
I remember
the last time I saw Reyka.
At the farmhouse
the night you were arrested.
-"M," N's
-You won't find
her name in there.
-"O," "P"
-Angus, I don't know
where she is.
-You're lying.
-I'm not.
-You two were in it together.
-What are you on about?
-You arrived out of nowhere
and shot Lucy.
Reyka must've tipped you off.
-I knew you'd go back
to the farmhouse, Angus.
I didn't mean to kill her.
-You and I are just the same.
-I'm nothing like you, Angus.
-We were parents together.
-No!
-Mama and Papa.
You know, I was thinking,
if we hadn't lost Gabriel,
we'd never have found Reyka.
-None of them were ours, Angus.
We stole them like thieves
in the night.
They were never ours.
-Don't say that.
-God didn't grant us children
because He knew we were poison.
-Ah! "Reyka.
Reyka Gama."
I've got it.
-Angus, please.
-Pants on fire.
Angus, please.
-It's ringing.
It's ringing.
-Hey, Tama.
-Look, the tactical team raided
Speelman's farmhouse in Eshowe.
There was no sign of him.
You need to think for me, Reyka.
Where else would he go?
-Yeah, I'll think
about it, Tama.
-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
Just busy. I've got to go.
-I asked that other nurse
if you're married.
She told me yeah,
but you've got problems.
What's happening? Um, nur--
-Mr. Sodhi.
Detective Ayanda Jali.
Dr. Gama.
Do you remember us?
-You saved me.
-How did you end up
inside of the Maritime Inn?
-It was so stupid.
I paid for some fun.
Afterwards,
they refused to let me go.
-They held you captive?
-For three days.
No one knew where I was.
They contacted my brother
to pay ransom,
but he couldn't raise the cash.
Casey H.
-"H"?
-She's from Bryanston in Joburg.
-She told you that?
-She told everyone.
It made her feel posh.
-Huh.
Well, thank you, Mr. Sodhi.
Speedy recovery.
-Yeah.
Thank you.
-Look who the cat dragged in.
-Hello?
-Portia, hi.
Um, I missed your call.
Is everything okay?
-Yes.
-Are you sure?
-Yes.
Sorry, sweetheart. Pocket dial.
-Okay. Um, look,
I don't mean to alarm you,
but I just thought
you should know.
Angus escaped from prison.
-Oh, I didn't know that.
-Yeah, there's a manhunt
for his arrest.
He doesn't know where you live,
so you're safe.
-Thank you.
-Okay. Take care, Portia.
-That was perfect.
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What's up?
-Portia was so calm.
-Too calm?
-Like she already knew.
-Well, his mug shot
is all over TV.
-I know, but Speelman escapes,
and she's not freaked out.
I can send an officer
to the flat to go check it out.
-No, that'll just scare her.
-You sure?
It's just one phone call.
-No, we need the manpower
on the street.
Sohow does he
get away so quickly?
-Tunnels.
Tunnels.
There's two tunnels
right around Lover's Lane,
and they both lead into
stormwater drains.
-That's how he moves.
-Yeah.
So we block every exit route.
-He'll migrate.
The priority is not the
location. It's the shoes.
-Mementos?
-They're a symbol of something
very important to him,
some unbearable trauma.
His rage builds until he needs
an outlet.
The murder's to deal with
the trauma.
The shoes are linked
to a terrible past experience.
See, we know so little about him
because his M.O. changes
depending on the responses
of the female victims to him.
He's swayed by them.
The women hold the power.
He wants to be loved and
affirmed by them.
These women represent
someone from his past,
a mother or an aunt.
So our suspect is
a son or a nephew,
young, mid-20s, maybe older,
black, medium height,
low status.
Lives and works around here,
travels on foot.
Access to a .38 Special,
ammunition, and blades.
The shoes -- loafers or brogues.
Elegant, polished --
a massive trigger for his rage.
-So? Why don't we
turn this whole area upside down
and arrest everybody who fits?
-We'll never find him
if we tighten the net
because he's invisible to us.
See
you can't see someone's trauma.
It needs to show itself
in patterns and behaviours.
We need to keep Lover's Lane
open to him,
let him come out.
We'll keep surveillance on it.
-Where did he go?
-Who?
-There was a boy right there
looking at us.
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-We'll have more on
the upcoming Water Summit
throughout the week.
Recapping local headlines.
There's a reward issued for
anyone who provides information
that leads to the apprehension
of Angus Speelman.
Finally, the city mourns
the passing of
Captain Leon Lombard.
He was found dead on the
premises of Dr. Reyka Gama,
a profiler
with the Durban Harbour Police.
The two were
working very closely together
on the recent
spate of killings.
He is survived
by his wife and two sons.
-Up.
-No.
-And now for the weather.
-I'm not leaving you
on your own.
Up!
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-Oh, yeah.
-Hey!
-Huh?
-Hey.
-Unh-unh.
We're not going in there.
-It's the only view of the
crime scene we haven't seen.
-Without backup?
-Just us.
Let's go.
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Amen.
-Damn!
-What?
-I wasn't expecting that.
-Disgusting.
Just keep it moving.
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-Police.
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-Oh!
-He was in the park.
-Ayanda, let's get out of here.
-Reyka! Reyka! Hey.
-Jodie, what are you doing here?
-Come this way.
-Let's go!
-Where did she go?
Where did she go?
-Jodie!
-Reyka!
-Come on.
-This way!
-Reyka!
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-Hurry up.
What's your pin?
-Are you just going to
steal my money?
-What is it?
-It's my birthday.
-I have no idea when that is.
-Thanks, Angus.
1-9-6-7.
-Do it again.
-I'm trying, okay?
7.
-Now, darling,
you've got one more shot.
Nice and relaxed. Come on.
5-6-7.
-There you go.
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-Please, Angus, leave me some.
I have to live.
-Come on.
Just until
your mother comes back.
-And if she doesn't?
-She will.
Hi. I'm Reyka Gama
with the Durban Harbour Police.
This is Jodie. She needs
a bed for a night or two.
-Oh, hi.
-Hey.
-I'm Tokkie.
Could you please fill out
the registration form
as the person
who's checking her in?
Sure.
-You'll be so happy here, Jodie.
Safe.
-I've got to get this.
Hi. You've got Leon Lombard's
cause of death?
What?
-I said not tonight, Zwelethu.
Okay?
Thank you.
-I have to see Georgina Lombard.
-What? Bad idea.
-I need to speak to her.
-No, Reyka.
You don't have to.
-I'll drop you at the station.
-Portia
thank you for hosting me.
I'm going to leave.
Your bath is running.
Don't forget to turn it off
before it overflows.
-Where are you going?
-Home.
-The farm?
-No. Scotland.
-How?
-I don't know.
Before I do, I'm going to
find out what happened
to our baby Gabriel
the boy you made me give away.
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-Hey.
-Hey.
-You're not supposed to
Where are you going?
-Nowhere.
-Fuck me.
-I saw Leon's autopsy results.
-Can we mourn in peace?
-He didn't die
of natural causes.
-What are you talking about?
-He drowned.
-I'm going to hit
my panic button.
-See, the salt
in his lungs attracted
too many fluids,
and he -- he suffocated in bed.
-And you came to tell me that?
-Georgina,
I just really wanted to say
that I'm sorry for your loss
and I'm sorry that I hurt you.
-You think you hurt me?
Guys!
Come here a second.
Okay?
Boys, this is Reyka.
She was friends with Daddy.
-Georgina, I had no idea --
-Yeah, well
now you know
who you've really hurt.
Go on.
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-Hello?
Hello?
Anybody home?
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-Hello! Reyka?
Hun, I'm home!
Reyka?
Who are you?
-Jodie.
-Okay, and?
-Um, yeah,
I'm a friend of, um
-Who?
-Uh, the -- the lady cop.
-Okay, I'm calling the cops.
-No, no, please don't.
I can't find my mom,
and she said she'd help me.
-You can't find your mom?
-No. Uh, she works on a ship.
Let's find you
some fresh clothes.
-Portia?
-How's my brilliant girl?
-Angus? Where is Portia?
What have you done with her?
-I heard about the
Search and Rescue bloke, Leon.
Those poor boys he left behind.
It's very sad.
-Where are you, Angus?
-I don't know. Around and about.
-Let me come to you.
-As much as I'd love that,
Reyka, and you know I would,
I think it's probably best
that I keep a low profile.
I seem to be a wanted man.
-Angus, I can help you.
-Really?
-Let's meet, okay? We can talk.
It's been so long, Angus.
-Why did you make up lies
about my ma?
-Angus, okay, let me --
I'll explain.
I'll explain when I see you.
-I never told you those things.
That was hurtful, Reyka.
-I'm sorry, Angus. I
Damn!
Portia!
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Portia, it's Reyka!
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Portia. No!
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