Reyka (2021) s02e07 Episode Script

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-I want to get on a boat.
U.K.
-Cargo ships, broken, waiting.
Leave for U.K. in three days.
-I can come with.
-You're a minor, Jodie.
You can't be part
of a police investigation
without a guardian.
-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.
-We warned you
thousands of times
that our store
was being targeted,
that they want us out.
Pure racial hatred.
-Thuli, tell me
what is going on, please.
-I'm scared, Mama.
-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!
-Back in the car! Get back!
Police! Leave him!
-Please don't hurt me.
Okay.
If I was any kind of lead,
you would've arrested me
as the actual killer,
Instead, you have me here
as what?
As a crime enthusiast?
Or is it something
more personal?
-What the hell are
you on about?
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-Mama?
-Boy
-Hey!
-Sorry, Mama.
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-Mama?
-You cockroach!
-Mama?
-Rubbish!
-Mama
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-Zoe! Zee!
Your friends
are waiting for you.
Where've you been?
We missed you!
This is my new friend Zee.
Zee, this is Gabriel.
-Okay, Zoe.
Gabriel doesn't want to be
called Gabriel anymore.
He wants a new name
for new beginnings.
-Like what?
-Tokkie.
-He wants to be called Tokkie.
-Tokkie is the perfect name!
Oh, come on, Tokkie.
Let's play!
Five, four, three, two, one!
Coming, ready or not!
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Come out, come out,
wherever you are!
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I wonder where heis!
-Ah, come on.
-Come on.
Let's go find Tokkie.
-How did you find me?
-Last one to hopscotch
is a rotten egg!
-All right.
Now where to find Tokkie?
-He usually hides in the place
that he always does.
-Let's just find him.
-Okay, we can--
Oh! I found you!
-Oh, finally.
-Come on. Let's --
Let's go have some lunch.
-You three, come on.
Time is up.
-We're gonna be
best friends forever!
-Pinky promise?
-Pinky promise.
-Pinky promise!
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-Bianca?
Bianca?!
Hey, Bianca!
Bianca!
Jodie is looking for you!
Bianca, she's at
Sunrise Children's Shelter!
I am a cop!
Hey, Jodie needs you.
-I'm working.
-Just come with me.
Just come with me.
Just
-Come, let's go.
-Bianca!
Hey, Tanner.
-Hey, hear this.
-Yeah?
-Found a dead priest
with no shoes on.
Around the corner
at the Maritime Inn.
-Okay.
I'm on my way.
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-Am I under arrest?
-Not yet.
-Do I need a lawyer?
-You might.
-What are you gonna
do about Reyka?
She shouldn't
be in the police force.
-You're free to press charges
if you want.
-Yeah, you bet I will.
-Where do you live, Mr. Mbatha?
-Crash up my
girlfriend's place.
-For the record, Mr. Mbatha
refers to Detective Ayanda Jali
of the Harbour Police precinct.
Is that correct?
-Yes, sir.
-Family?
-Parents died in a car crash
when I was 5.
-Siblings?
-No.
-Who raised you?
-Sunrise Children's Shelter.
-What do you do for a living?
-I make online videos
called vlogs.
-Of what?
-Social-justice issues.
Like service delivery.
You know,
homelessness, housing.
-The Lover's Lane case.
-Only because Ayanda is lead
investigator on it, yes.
-Mm.
You recognise these?
-Ayanda's hammer.
I borrowed it.
-Why?
-I re-enact aspects
of the case.
It's the closest
my audience comes
to experience the real thing.
And I know you know it's fake.
You would've checked if the
cobbler's blood is a match.
-So you profit
off murder and loss.
-No, no, no.
I educate.
-You glamorise violence.
-We raise awareness.
That's what we do.
-You sell advertising
on your vlog?
-Look, I don't want to hurt
anyone, okay?
-It's exploitation, sir.
You feed off other people's
pain.
-No, no.
I'll take it down.
I didn't know.
-Your vlog
is messing with my case.
I could charge you
with obstruction of justice,
contamination of a crime scene--
-No, no, no, please.
I'm trying to earn a living.
I'm trying to help Ayanda out.
That's it.
I just want her
to be proud of me.
-Well, she's not gonna be proud
of you if you're behind bars.
This is your final warning,
Mr. Mbatha.
If I catch you near any
of my crime scenes again,
you will be locked up.
Understood?
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-Brigadier, I --
-Please.
DNA evidence is inconclusive.
And what appears to be
blood on the hammer
is actuallycorn syrup.
-Release Mr. Mbatha.
Thank you.
-Tanner.
-Yeah?
-My eyes.
-Oh, yeah. Shit, sorry.
Um
-Oh, my God.
-I thought
you'd want to see this.
Ambulance is on the way.
I'm gonna have a look around.
Yeah?
-Nick.
-Hmm?
-Thank you.
-Fucking is your business.
What do you want?
-I don't know!
-Yeah.
-Is there a problem?
-No.
-So you just like
treating women that way, huh?
You want to pick on someone
your own size?
-What do you want?
-There's a dead priest
around the corner.
Know anything about it?
-No.
-And if I took you in
for questioning?
-Fuck you.
-Fuck me?
-Yeah.
-That's pretty cute.
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Reyka, I've got heat
at the Maritime--
-Police! Get back!
Police!
Get back! Go.
Don't make me fucking
shoot you.
-Tanner?
-I'm fine.
-It's all right.
You okay?
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Okay.
-Well, you can go
to uShaka World
and do some snorkelling.
You'll love it.
-Sounds like home.
-Hi.
-Oh, hi, love.
Uh, this is Richie.
He arrived from Mozambique
last night.
-I heard, yeah.
-Hi.
Hello.
-Richie's only staying
for the weekend, so
-That's fine, Ma.
Aren't you supposed
to see Thuli today?
-I offered, but, uh,
she insisted she's fine.
Poor girl.
Can't be easy
so far away from you.
-It's for the best, Ma.
-I know.
You're doing well,
my sweetheart.
Thuli loves you.
Hmm?
-Thank you, Mom.
Um, I've got to go.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Bye.
-Welcome to Sunrise.
I'm Zoe.
-Hi, Zoe.
Um
Come here.
Is this you?
-Yes.
-Mm.
The older boy,
Zwelethu Mbatha.
-How do you know?
-I work with his girlfriend.
-You're a cop.
-Yeah.
The other boy?
-Uh, that's Tokkie.
-Tokkie.
Jodie reported that, um
you've seen a creepy guy
hanging around Lover's Lane.
-Yeah, on my way home
from work.
-Why didn't you report it?
-It wasn't a big deal.
I didn't see his face.
-A dock-worker jacket?
-Yes.
-You see his shoes?
-Shoes? No.
-Thank you, Zoe.
Jodie in?
-I'llget her for you.
Rec room's free.
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-Hey, Reyka.
-Hi.
I saw your mom.
-You did?
-At a club.
-Did you tell her I was here?
-Yes.
-And?
-And, um
she couldn't really
stop to chat.
The bouncers are protective.
-But you're a cop.
-Listen, uh
don't worry.
I'll get her.
-You promise?
-Morning, crew.
-You're the new priest.
-Father Angus.
-The last one?
-Uh, ill, I'm afraid.
He's asked me to cover for him.
-Where are you from, Father?
-Scotland.
I'm a sinner who's been blessed
by God's grace.
Let me offer solace
to your weary souls.
-Repairs on the ship are done.
We'll be launching soon.
-Oh. I'll wait with you
until you sail.
-Please, Father.
Take a seat.
-It's delicious.
-You're a good liar, Father.
-My life is fucked
up because
last night,
I found a half-naked priest
bludgeoned to death
with a pipe.
My daughter
is at a boarding school
because it appears
that she's not safe with me.
Oh, yeah. And Portia's dead,
so there's that.
My mother's got
a new boyfriend,
and the only guy that I've liked
in ages died in my bed.
And let's not forget the seal.
-Why unsafe with you?
-I don't know.
Thuli's better off alone.
-Really?
You're trained, armed.
-I'm toxic
emotionally.
-Why do you say that?
-Okay, seriously.
Just stop with the pop psych!
I know how this works.
-I can see I've touched
on something here.
Something about you
not being able
to protect someone you love.
-Thuli, how are you doing?
-I'm okay.
-Really?
I heard you were struggling
to integrate
in some of the classes.
Do you want to chat about it?
-No.
-Thuli, what's wrong?
-Nothing.
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-Aren't you hot?
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Roll your sleeves up, please.
-Why?
-Because I asked you to.
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Are you being bullied?
Because if you are--
-I'm not.
-Thuli, you can't take horrible
feelings out on your body.
You need to speak with someone.
-I'm sorry.
Well, then the least I can do
is inform your parents.
-No, please.
Please don't.
-They need to know.
And I have a duty of care
to contact --
-Contact Detective Nick Tanner.
I put him on the list.
I'll -- I'll speak to him.
-My understanding from
your boss, Brigadier Francke,
is that
you lost a partner
in a previous case.
You were close?
-Nandi, yeah.
-So what happened?
-She was killed
by a really bad man.
-Gender-based violence
seem to be an obvious trigger
for you.
-You think?
-Why?
-That is a stupid question.
-Are you angry?
-Well, men's abuse of women
makes me angry, yes.
-First, Nandi and
-All women.
-All?
-Most.
-Including you?
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Was your abductor
your first experience of abuse?
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-No.
-Someone before that?
-Um
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-Is there someone
in your early life
that raised the same
fear and control issues in you?
-Wow! Look at the clock.
Time's up.
-No, no. Please
sit down.
You can answer the question.
-Are there baby Rudds?
Or maybe Mrs. Rudd can't have.
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
That's below the belt.
-Reyka, I'm not kicking you
out of therapy.
So stop trying.
Way before the abduction,
my
my mother would take me
to Sunday School
so she could be
by herself.
And one day,
Bible study finished early,
and I got a ride home.
I couldn't
find my mother anywhere.
I went down the passage and
and peered into the bedroom.
And she was there.
In bed
with a stranger.
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He didn't see me
while he was banging away,
but she
Yeah, she saw me.
And just that look
on her face
So sad and so empty.
Just breaks my heart
every time I think about it.
Sorry.
-Thanks for sharing that.
You engaged me deeply,
and I'm so terribly sorry
for the trauma
that you've experienced.
-It's -- It's fine.
It was a long time ago.
-But it's important
that we explore
that memory more.
-I'm good.
I'm fine, really.
I'm good.
-As you know,
Freud calls it
the "primal scene."
Hmm?
When children
see their parents having sex,
it's a profound
and disturbing memory.
We need to unpack it a bit.
To start, the Sunday school.
Does it still exist?
-I don't know.
-Find out, Reyka.
Explore. Discover.
That's how you will heal.
Hmm?
Next time,
I want us to pick up on this.
-Next time?
-It's entirely up to you.
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-Okay.
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-Hello?
-Father.
I attended Sunday School here
in 1994
before the first
free elections.
You probably
don't remember me --
-Of course I do, child.
You--
You're Reyka Gama.
I mean, everybody around here
knows who you are.
-It was a happy time.
Lots of kids attended.
-Yeah, well
nowadays people just stay home.
Sunday School is dying out.
-Anyway, um,
I'd like to look around.
-Uh, I'm
I'm so sorry for what
happened to you, child.
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-Huh?
-I've carried this heavy burden
of guilt
for all these years.
-Guilt?
-Yes.
-I-I introduced you to him.
-Who?
-Angus.
Angus Speelman.
-What?
-Yes, 1994, you say?
Um
Look at this.
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I invited him here.
It's my fault that he met you.
I'm sorry.
I tried to tell the police,
but they weren't interested.
If I hadn't introduced you
to him,
who knows how differently
things might have turned out?
-Ma?!
Call me back.
It's urgent.
-God's word is plentiful.
But sometimes,
life is the greatest teacher.
I grew up in Edinburgh.
Leith docks.
I, uh
Well, I was an only child.
I was isolated,
quiet.
My father, Joseph,
was an alcoholic.
Self-loathing
construction worker.
Plagued by rage and violence.
Shirley, mymum
was a charity worker.
She was good
through and through.
But her sweetness was a constant
reminder to Joseph
of the vile failure
in his life.
When I was 12,
my dad came back from the pub
and vented his fury on her.
Beat her black and blue.
I watched, helpless,
and then ran to the police.
Joseph was sent down
for attempted murder.
Be kind to each other,
my friends.
Hmm?
Love thy neighbour.
-Thank you, Father.
Crew dismissed.
Final preparation
for departure.
Father
I have a confession to make.
Back in Portugal,
I have a wife
and three children.
They are my heart.
But the time I spend on board
is lonely.
I have fallen in love, Father,
with a sex worker.
Bianca.
She gets me and is ready
to give up the dock life
and commit to a
long-distance relationship.
If she does,
I will send money back to her
so she never
has to turn tricks again.
-Good luck, my friend.
-You will see her later,
at the party.
-Party?
-Before we sail, we celebrate.
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-Uh, ma'am?
Ma'am!
Doctor's in a session!
You can't go up there!
Ma'am!
-I got to speak to you.
Sorry.
-Now?
-Yeah.
-Is everything okay?
-No, it's not okay.
-Is this an emergency?
Well, it's not life or death,
if that's
what you're talking about.
-You can't just come in here.
I'll call you after my session.
-What? No.
I need you now.
-Reyka.
This needs to wait
for our scheduled time.
I can't just drop everything
when you barge in here.
-What?
You asked me to trust you.
-I do.
-Share stuff with you!
And now you're not available
to hear it?
Well, fuck you!
-Reyka.
Reyka--
-Tama.
Have you found Speelman yet?
I knew him
before he abducted me.
I knew Speelman.
We always thought my abduction
was random, but it wasn't.
Angus picked me out
at Sunday School.
He must've planned
the whole thing.
Followed my mother, knew we'd
be at the voting station.
It was premeditated!
Thuli will never be safe
while Speelman is out there.
Well, you find him, Tama.
You be a father
to your little girl!
-So, Thuls
Why am I here
and not your mother?
-Because you're my
friend, Nick.
-Sure, but she's your mother.
-She can't help me.
-Oh, come on. That's not true.
-She's so messed up, Nick.
How can she help somebody else
if she can't help herself?
-You're not just somebody.
She loves you.
You're her life.
Right.
-Okay, fine.
You're right.
She is messed up.
But she's also
the bravest person I know.
She struggles
to know how to love,
but she's also trying to make
the world a better place.
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Three crime scenes --
Lovers Lane, the cobbler's shop,
and an alleyway
near the Maritime Inn.
-How is the priest linked?
-Wrong profile.
Religion has nothing to do
with the other murders.
However, the shoes
were removed.
And what is the significance
of the shoe fetish?
-Well, in
a psychosexual scenario,
the killer wants to get
into the shoes of men.
It's his way
to connect with women.
He wears the shoes
as a way to access
what he feels
he's missing out on.
When he doesn't
get what he wants,
he loses his temper
and he brutalises them.
-So our geographical profile
has increased.
-Mm.
We need full surveillance
on a 5-kilometre radius.
Between the Maritime Inn,
Lover's Lane,
and the cobbler shop.
-And who are we looking for?
Black male, late 20s.
Strong.
Aggressive, low status.
Dock-worker type.
-Right.
We only have the time and
resources to do this once.
So tighten the net.
I want suspects
in the dock tonight.
If have to tell the
municipality we have
to move the Water Summit
because the harbour's
not safe
well
-Copy that, sir.
-All right, let's go.
-It's a close community, huh?
-What you saw in that guy
I'll never know.
-You're one to judge.
-Definitely not.
The guy disrespected you
like crazy.
-Why do I feel so
sorry for him?
-Ayanda
He filmed you.
Invaded your privacy.
The guy's got a major problem
with boundaries.
-And you don't?
-This isn't about me.
-Of course it is.
You didn't have to
terrorise Zwelethu like that.
That's the thing, Reyka.
Eventually,
the abused
becomes the abuser.
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-What the hell?
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Shit.
Stand by.
Central Command, we need backup
at the cobbler's shop, ASAP.
Let's go.
Reyka.
-Tanner?
-Cobbler shop.
Backup, now!
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-Hold it right there!
-Stop!
This is a peaceful vigil.
Hold your ground!
Hey, you!
Drop your weapon!
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Hey!
Hey! Stand back!
Stay right there!
Stand back!
Get back!
Stop! Go home!
Drop it!
Run!
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Back!
Put it down!
-Stay back!
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-Why did you lie to me?!
You said --
You say you're going
to come with me,
but now --
now there's something else!
-I was--
-Why did you lie to me?!
Aah!
-Bianca?
Bianca!
-Master?
-Father?
-Who is that?
-I didn't know what to do,
Father.
It --
It all happened so quickly.
We -- We came down here
to have some fun
and talk about the future.
And then she says
she won't stop turning tricks.
She was playing me for a fool!
-And you killed her?
-We have to hide the body!
-Oh, no, no, no, no.
I've got nothing
to do with this.
-If the authorities find out
we won't be able to leave.
I'll be arrested.
The ship will be sealed.
Help me carry her!
-Are you sick?
-No one will find her.
We'll dispose
her remains at sea.
-No.
No, I can't -- I can't do this.
-Yes, you can, Father!
If that's what you are.
Think of my crew.
We'll be put in jail.
Never leave.
-If I do this
you give me safe passage
back to the U.K.
And if you don't
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-Hey.
-Hey.
-What's this?
-No, it's
It's nothing.
I, uh
-Sorry about Ayanda.
-Yeah, well
-You okay?
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-I am now.
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-All set?
-Let's do this.
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-No, you know what?
Reyka, I need to talk to you.
If I don't do it now,
I never will.
-Do what?
-Look
I like you.
-Um, keys.
-Okay.
-You'll find me in the car.
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-Um, I like you, too.
You would've done
the same for me.
-No, that's not
what I want to say.
-No?
-I've been trying to get
a date with you since day one.
Okay, but there
was Samuel and Leon.
You didn't make it easy.
-A date?
That's what you want?
-No.
I mean, yes, but
what I really want to say is
if you ever feel
like you--
The thing is, Reyka.
I
-I love you, Tanner
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-Okay, okay.
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-But we're friends, right?
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-Yeah.
Of course, sure.
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-Okay, good night.
-No.
-Okay.
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-Yes.
Okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
Is it on?
-Chill, bro.
I'm on it.
Hey, guys.
Zwelethu Mbatha here.
And we are live
at Lover's Lane.
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-What the fuck
is happening here?
You can't do anything
without me!
You're nothing!
You're only here to make money.
Now get inside!
Time is money, money, money!
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-The place is quiet.
Park is deserted.
Shout-out to my pal Zoe
for tagging along the ride.
-I'm your pal, am I?
Now is not the time, Zoe.
-How long have I known you?
-Like, forever.
-And?
-You're the bomb, baby.
-Show me.
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-Mm.
Film us, baby.
-Now?
-Yeah.
You're so sexy, baby.
-What was that?
-What?
Keep rolling.
-What the fuck?
Someone's out there.
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Guys
we're not alone.
-Don't joke. I saw someone.
-This is live, guys.
The Lover's Lane
killer is here.
-Let's get out of here.
-No, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait.
-This is fucked up!
-Just wait! Just wait!
Zoe, hold on.
-Who are you calling?
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-Please don't.
Please don't.
Please.
-I'll come back for you, okay?
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-Ayanda, listen.
Listen -- Listen to me.
I'm at Lover's Lane right now.
Yeah, he's here.
The Lover's Lane killer.
He's here.
-What is she saying?
-Oh, fuck.
I don't know.
She's breaking up.
Ayanda!
-Zee!
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No! No!
No!
No!
No!
Tokkie?
What the fuck?!
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-Zoe, look,
it's going to be okay.
I saved you from him.
He's dead.
Zee!
Zee!
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Tokkie.
Tokkie, please.
Tokkie, please.
-Please, Tokkie. Please--
-Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Shit!
Unh!
-You think you can fuck with me?
Huh?
What?
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Zee?
Zee!
Zee!
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Zee!
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Zwelethu!
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