Reyka (2021) s02e06 Episode Script

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-Portia?
Portia!
-She has scarring
on her face and head
from being pushed underwater.
-Could be a previous injury.
Everything else
points to suicide.
-Are you defending him?
-No.
But I know him.
-Tell me about today.
-We ID'd the Lover's Lane
victim -- Casey Hoffman.
-We found her hair tie
at the Maritime Inn.
-I wonder, do you keep
a record of the kids
who have lived here?
Gabriel Gigaba.
-I can't put a face
to the name.
-He's my son.
-Your son?
-Yeah.
-Don't move!
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-Every time he gets closer,
you spin out of control.
What does he want?
-Did you find Gabriel Gigaba?
-Yes.
-I'll meet you inside
uShaka Marine World, one hour.
-The records say
that Gabriel is dead.
-Because we had a deal!
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-One
two
three
four
five.
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-Zoe?
Zoe?
Zoe, where are you?
Tok, tok!
Zoe!
Zoe!
Zoe!
Zoe, Zoe.
Zoe.
-Whoo!
Come, you have a visitor.
Come along.
-Gabriel, here's your mother!
-Oh!
-Oh, my boy!
-We found him in our records.
-is she legit?
-Of course.
This is why I told you not
to get too close to these kids.
-Gabriel
-Tokkie!
Tokkie!
Tok, tok, tokkie!
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Tokkie!
Tokkie!
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-The moment to bridge
the chasms that divides us
has come.
The time to build is upon us.
We have, at last,
achieved our political
emancipation.
We pledge ourselves
to liberate all our people
-Mama!
-from the continuing bondage
of poverty
-Mama!
-deprivation, suffering,
gender
and other discrimination.
We succeeded to take
our last steps to freedom
in conditions
of relative peace.
We commit ourselves
to the construction
of a complete,
just, and lasting peace.
-This is a breaking news
update.
The Durban police
have just reported
the disappearance of a
12-year-old girl from Musgrave.
Tragically, she was abducted
earlier today while in
a voting queue with her mother
Authorities are urgently
seeking any information
that could help
in locating her.
If you have seen
or heard anything,
please contact
the Durban police.
Let's come together
as a community
and bring this young girl
back safe.
Stay tuned for more updates
on this developing story.
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-Hey, there, boy.
Hey, take it easy!
Hey, just stay calm!
Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Shit.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
Wow.
Fuck.
-Sorry, sorry.
Police.
Sorry. Police.
Police. Police!
Police!
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-Thank you again.
I really apologise for this.
Thank you.
Thank you.
-I'm sorry.
-What the hell
were you thinking?
-I know, I know. I'm sorry,
but I had no other choice.
-And with kids running around.
And why are you
seeing Speelman without backup?
-He insisted on it. He wouldn't
have seen me otherwise.
-Who's in charge?
You or him?
-Where is he?
-We're looking at CCTV footage.
-Oh, he got away.
-For now.
Reyka,
you are not okay.
You need to see
a clinical psychologist.
-Well, when this is done.
-Not when this is done.
Now.
And that is an order.
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Fuck.
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-Yeah, okay.
Give her an hour,
then question her again.
Yeah.
-I'm sorry.
I've got to take this.
Thuls?
How's boarding school?
Thuli?
What's up?
You okay?
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Ayanda.
What the fuck?
-You tell me.
-Ayanda, baby
It's a sexual offence.
It's voyeurism!
-Okay, okay, okay.
I fucked up, okay?
Take it easy.
-Oh!
Okay.
-Fuck.
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-Hair ties, shoes,
pictures of Lover's Lane.
What is police evidence
doing on your phone?
-The Lover's Lane case
is a social issue.
And my audience
is hungry for this.
Okay?
They're hungry for this content.
I ordered these props online
to re-create the experience
for my audience.
None of this is real, baby.
-So you say.
- Please.
- Please don't --
-It's pretty damn unethical.
Both crimes.
-for me to be able
to provide for us,
to make money for us, baby.
The rest of the stuff is fake.
None of it is real.
-Just get out!
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-Hey.
Hey.
You believe me, don't you?
-I don't know what to believe
right now.
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-Okay--
You can do whatever you want,
okay?
Whatever you want.
-Get out.
Get out!
Get the fuck out of here!
Take your shit and go!
-Okay, okay.
Okay.
Okay.
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-Blunt force trauma.
It's probably a
botched robbery.
-No.
The attack is too brutal
for a random thief.
The behaviour speaks
to a deep rage.
-You people know nothing!
How many times?
I --
-Ma'am--
-Get out of my face!
-Ma'am, please.
I know this is hard.
-No, you don't know.
-Ma'am.
-We warned you
thousands of times
that our store
was being targeted,
that they want us out.
Pure racial hatred.
But you did nothing.
And now my dad--
-I'm sorry for your loss,
but I promise you,
we will find the person
responsible for this.
-No, you won't.
You never do.
Just yesterday, I called
to complain about these people.
And what did you all do?
What kind of monster
kills a man
for a pair of second-hand shoes?
-Shoes?
-Yes.
-You sell them?
What type?
-Leather Brogues.
-My colleague said you caught
a glimpse of the killer.
Is that right?
-It was so quick.
-No, no, no.
What did you see?
-He -- He wore a coat.
Like the ones
that they wear on the docks.
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-Okay. Race? Age?
-Young, maybe 30.
Black.
-We need you out here,
Detective.
-Hey, hey, hey!
Stand back!
Back off!
Everyone, this is
a crime scene,
and the police
need to do their work!
Look, I understand
your frustration,
but we're doing
everything we can.
You're gonna ruin our chances
to catch this guy!
Reyka!
Is everything okay?
-Excuse me?
-I just got a call from Thuli.
-What?
-It was probably a pocket dial,
but--
-Okay.
Well, if she calls again
-I'll let you know.
-What, Tanner?
-Nothing. Get that.
I'll take care of this.
-You cool?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
Ayanda?
-Hey.
The bank picked up
two new cash withdrawals
from Portia Maseko's account.
One from an ATM
close to her apartment.
-Angus?
-Mm-hmm.
I've put surveillance
on that ATM.
-Block the account?
-Already done.
-He won't last a night
without money.
-You going in?
-Uh, later.
Brigadier forced me
to go to therapy.
You?
You still home?
-Yeah.
I just, uh
had some personal shit
to handle.
Come in a bit later.
-Yes, ma'am.
Reyka Gama to see Dr. Rudd.
-Please fill this in.
-Must I do this now?
-Yes, please.
-Okay, Dr. Gama.
Mm.
Nope.
Okay.
"Would you describe yourself
as being in a stable
relationship?"
Um
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Okay, thank you.
Done.
Upstairs?
-Yes, upstairs.
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-Reyka.
Did I say your name correctly?
-Close enough.
-It's not important
that I get your name right?
-I said it is fine.
-I'm Steven Rudd.
-Hey, Steve-O.
-Making friends is hard.
Just hang in there, sweetheart.
It'll get better.
-Okay.
-Oh, Thuli.
Don't get a fright,
but your mother
is on the front page
of the Coastal Sun again.
What is it?
Nothing serious.
You'll see.
Okay.
Bye, honey-bunny.
Mwah!
-What is it about your medical
history that you're cagey about?
-I'm not cagey.
-Don't you negate your history
by not filling out the form?
-Well, the forms
are bureaucratic,
and I assume
you already know about me.
-Should I?
-Well, shrinks
tend to know about me.
Must be living
under a rock then.
-It's okay.
-Would you like to tell me
who you are?
-Well, if you don't know,
it doesn't matter.
-You famous?
-Infamous.
-For what?
-For being a survivor
of child rape.
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-Do you expect your reputation
to speak on your behalf?
-No.
-Fill in the gaps for me.
-Criminal profiler.
PhD in Psychological Violence.
When I was 12 years old,
I was taken by a paedophile
named Angus Speelman,
and he kept me for 3 1/2 years
before I escaped.
-Go on.
-That's all.
-That's a lot.
No offence, but this just isn't
gonna work for me.
-What isn't?
-Talking to you.
-Okay.
I, uh
I've got a hell of a busy day.
Let me just check here.
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-No, 'cause nothing you people
ever do helps me.
You know, you want me to cry,
talk about my childhood trauma,
but that's just
not gonna happen.
-Okay.
-Because I've moved on
from all of that.
-Congratulations.
-Thank you.
So I'm done?
-Your PhD.
Your training.
Doesn't that make
you one of us?
-No.
-You've got disdain
for psychological knowledge,
yet you are defined by it.
-I'm defined by being
a child abductee.
-Let's start there.
-I'm not gonna talk about
my childhood trauma!
Come on, stop!
-You don't have
to talk about anything.
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-Okay, you're right.
I mean, I had the training.
I know how it works.
I know the tricks.
-Tricks?
There are tricks to therapy?
-Sure.
-So you anticipate
being deceived
by the person
you're supposed to trust?
-I do.
-Why?
-Because it's not credible.
-What is?
-The process.
-No two therapeutic processes
are ever the same.
-Mine are the same.
Rinse and repeat.
Look
I respect psychotherapy.
You know,
it's helped my daughter,
and for that, I'm grateful,
but I know how it works.
-The tricks?
-Yes, it's institutional
nonsense.
You know,
I don't need your help.
I'm just here
because I have to be.
It's going to be a waste of both
of our--
Can you f--
Can I go?
-Sure.
-I'll show myself out.
Before you do
-do you want me
to tell you what I think?
-Yeah.
-You're emotionally
dysregulated
with a great deal of insecurity
about your own identity.
You use anger
to cover your vulnerability.
And you struggle to
have a truthful relationship
with yourself.
-Oh, and I completely
agree with you.
You're not strong enough to
to go through this process yet.
-Excuse me?
-But that's okay.
Not everybody is.
-I'm not strong enough?
-For therapy, yes.
-Go fuck yourself.
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-Did you see this?
Dude, what's up with your mom?
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Wait. Thuli?
Thuli!
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-So, are we suggesting
they're connected?
-Oh, sorry.
Um
Uh, not yet,
but there are similarities.
-Lover's Lane
and a cobbler shop?
-Eyewitnesses
from both crime scenes
ID'd the killers
wearing a jacket or a coat.
-Well, around here,
they're quite common.
-Shows that the killer
has access to the docks.
-Yeah.
Both victims reacted.
That's what triggered
the perpetrator's rage.
-The inconsistency
is that the cobbler murders
is a crime of passion.
Spontaneous, unplanned,
blind rage, yes,
but uncontrolled.
The Lover's Lane murders
are serial murders.
Consistent, repeated,
organised.
-So they're unrelated?
-I don't know, or
Or the killer's evolving.
-That can happen?
-I mean
I've never seen it before,
but it is plausible.
Our killer is prevented
from operating on Lover's Lane
because of our police presence,
but his rage builds.
He sees the shoes
in the cobbler's shop,
and he cannot help himself.
The cobbler prevents him
from stealing them,
and this triggers
his rage again.
-So our geographical profile
has widened?
-Lover's Lane is important,
but the main trigger is --
is the shoes.
-So
two investigations
that could be one case.
-Yeah.
-We're gonna have to coordinate
with KwaDungezwa Police.
so you can work
with the lead detective there.
-Tanner.
-Yeah.
Pool resources,
intel, whatever.
The Water Summit
is right around the corner.
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-Gama.
-Huh?
Yeah.
-Uh
have you got a moment?
-Yeah.
Sure.
-In private.
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Yeah, photos of our case
on his vlog.
Pics?
Yeah, "evidence."
Murder weapons, crime scene
photos, shoes.
-How did he get them?
-They're fake.
He re-creates details
of the cases for his audience.
-Evidence is fake?
-Yeah, possibly.
Even the pictures
of the crime scene.
From what he knows from what
I've told him about it.
-Well, tell him
to take them down.
Our killer could
be on his vlog.
Look, it's unethical,
but it's probably harmless.
Your boyfriend
has nothing to do with our case.
-There's something else.
Zee and I
enjoy recording ourselves
having sex.
-Okay.
-But now he's gone and posted it
on a WhatsApp group.
-Report him!
That's an invasion of privacy!
-He'll just say
that it was consensual,
and I'll look like "that girl".
-Okay.
You are not that girl.
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He clearly has issues
with boundaries.
I know men like that.
Let me talk to him.
-No, no, I don't want you
to get involved.
-No, no.
I'll be gentle.
I'm intrigued whether
he has any theories on our case.
-Young girl here to see you,
Reyka.
-I'm sorry.
You gonna be okay?
-Yeah.
Go.
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-Where?
Hi.
-Hi. Sorry to bother you.
-What are you doing here?
Just come with me.
Go in here.
Any news on your mom?
-Uh, no.
-She didn't come home?
I'm sorry, Jodie.
-Yeah, Elsa has been helping me
look for her.
-Yeah, I heard.
-She's been really nice.
-Your mom will turn up.
She always does, right?
-I guess.
Oh, I've got a lead
for your case.
-Okay.
Which case, honey?
-A helper at
the children's shelter, Zoe,
she lives near Lover's Lane.
She says there's a creepy guy
who hangs out there.
He harasses people who live
in the storm water drain.
Zoe says everybody
is really scared of him.
-Okay.
Well, he could be homeless.
-He's got a knife.
-Oh.
What kind of knife?
-I don't know.
A normal-looking one.
You should speak to Zoe.
-Okay.
I will add that to my list.
-Is that it?
-Yeah.
That's it.
Now, come on. Let's get you
back to the shelter
because I've got a ton of work
to do and a killer to find.
-I can come with.
-No! You're a minor, Jodie.
You can't be part
of a police investigation
without a guardian.
-You're my guardian.
-I will arrange
that you get a ride home.
-Wait, there's more.
-Jodie, I really
don't have
time --
-Zoe says he wears
a dock worker's jacket.
A really big one
that covers his face
so nobody knows
what he looks like.
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-Eyewitness reports
there's a guy,
hangs around Lover's Lane,
wears a dock-worker jacket.
Better check it out.
-Who's the witness?
-A source.
-I might not be Leon, but I've
also got your back, Reyka.
-What?
-Leon.
-No one wants you to be Leon,
Tanner.
-You guys were close?
-It was a mistake.
-Why?
Why was it a mistake?
-He was married.
-Wellit looked like
he made you happy.
Never seen you happy
with a man before.
-You know what?
Don't say shit like that,
because I don't need a man
to be happy.
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-Yes!
Yo, settler!
Once the white were king!
Now they sleep with rats!
I'm talking to you, pilgrim!
Who do you think you are?
Huh?
You think you better than us!
You in the same place as me,
and you look at me like that?
Huh?
-It's not your world anymore!
Look at me!
Hey, "King of England"!
-The recent Lover's
Lane murders
have emerged at the worst time
for eThekwini Durban
KwaZulu-Natal.
The International Water Summit
is to be hosted in a few days.
Municipality already
having to do damage control.
What is going
to happen, Mzansi?
What is going to happen?
-Hey, sweetheart.
It's late.
Why are you still awake, Thuli?
-Mama
-Hey.
What's wrong?
Thuli, tell me what
is going on, please.
-I'm scared, Mama.
-What?
S-Sweetheart, I mean, um
a-about what?
-Thuli, I need to call you back.
I'm sorry.
I'll come --
I'll come and see you tomorrow.
Bye. Bye-bye-bye-bye-bye.
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-Back in your car!
Get back! Get back!
Police! Leave him!
On your knees!
Get up now!
Hey! On your knees!
-Okay.
Okay, okay.
-Hands on your head!
-Okay, okay.
Please don't hurt me.
Okay, I made a mistake.
I'm sorry.
-Are you fucking me?
What are you doing here?
-I shouldn't be here.
I-I made a mistake, okay?
I'm sorry.
-Get up.
You're coming with me.
Get --
-Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
-Move! Move!
Why are you sleeping
at this time?
You must move.
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Is that water clean?
-Police!
-No, no, no! Convict!
Prison.
I want to get on a boat.
U.K.
-Many ships.
Cargo ships, broken, waiting.
Leave for U.K. in three days.
-Broken.
Waiting?
They're at dry dock.
-So you get on ship now.
-Now?
-Yes.
So you hide.
-First class all the way.
-Number 3-6-9.
-3-6-9?
-Yes!
Yes!
-Thuli?
Babe?
Are you happy?
Can we talk?
-About?
-Thuli
Come sit.
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So, Tanner told me
that you called him.
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Why?
Because he's my friend.
-Okay.
But I'm your mom.
Okay?
And if you need to talk, please
talk to me.
-It's --
It's not always that easy.
-Why?
-I -- I don't know.
You're just always
You're just always too busy.
-Thuli
Okay.
I'm never too busy for you.
Is this about Angus Speelman?
Okay. He's not
gonna hurt you again.
You're safe --
-That's what you said
the first time.
-Thuli
-I just need you to be here.
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-Okay.
I love you.
Okay, and I'm sorry
that you're feeling this way.
I'm really sorry.
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-And I'm gonna --
I'm gonna do better. I promise.
I will.
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-Ah, dammit.
Where is that key?
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-Father.
-Greetings, my son.
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-Okay.
Water?
-No.
-Name, for the record.
-Zwelethu Mbatha.
Is Ayanda here?
-No. For now, I am the lead
on the Lover's Lane case
and nobody else.
She hasn't been informed
of your arrest
to avoid any
conflict of interest.
-We will get ahold of her
as soon as I'm done with you.
-Look, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have been there.
Got carried away.
-Okay.
What were you doing
at an active crime scene?
-It was innocent.
It's for my vlog.
I create content.
-Okay.
Content like these?
-Wait.
W-Where did you get that?
-Well, your girlfriend
was rightfully upset.
With good reason, I believe.
-Like I said, this is something
I'm doing for my vlog.
I already told her,
none of this is real.
This is how I make my money,
okay?
-Well, you have to
put yourself in my shoes.
You know, I'm staking out
one of the most dangerous places
right now,
and I find you there,
creeping up
on unsuspecting people,
wearing exactly what
the person that I'm
looking for is wearing.
-So, what? You're gonna arrest
me because of coincidence?
-I could.
Obstruction of justice.
Tampering with police evidence.
Real people's lives are ruined
in cases like this.
-No, you blame the Internet.
Don't blame me.
-Ayanda and I work very hard
to catch these types of people.
People that killed.
Those men and women,
and, what, you just
Well, you just --
you just get off on it.
-No, I think you're trying
to intimidate me for no reason.
-Okay.
-If I was any kind of lead,
you would've arrested me
as the actual killer.
Instead,
you have me here for what?
As a crime enthusiast?
Being socially open?
Or is it something
more personal?
Hmm?
-What the hell are
you on about?
-Ah. You sit here playing
this little act of yours,
this little "consent"
act of yours,
but the truth is, you were
probably watching that video
hoping that it was you,
isn't it?
-Look, I'm more than happy
to convert a dyke --
-Now, look, you little boy,
you don't know me,
so don't try me!
Okay? You're gonna delete
everything off your phone
and the vlog related
to Lover's Lane,
and then you are going
to apologise to Ayanda.
-Go fuck yourself.
Aah!
-How do you like that, huh?
See, men like you think
you're so strong, so powerful.
How do you feel?
You've humiliated your
girlfriend for the last time.
Are you going to apologise?
Huh?!
-Now say it.
Say, "I'm an abuser."
Say it!
Say it!
Say it!
-Reyka!
-Say it!
-Reyka!
-I'm an abuser.
-Enough!
Walk away!
Walk away!
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Fuck.
Fuck.
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-Mom?
Mo--
-No tan lines.
Where did you go?
Oh, I know that secret.
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