01x02 - Through the wound

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic music playing]

[Jacob in Xhosa] Nandi, please wait.

- Nandi.
- [in English] It's Professor Mahlati.

Okay, Professor.

Should we...

Nandi!

[Jacob sighs]

Nandi!

Did you know it was me?

Huh? Did you know
that I was your professor?

No.

You have a class list, right?
Did you know I was your student?

That's not funny.

We're both adults.

Nothing happened.

[both breathing heavily]

Okay, nothing happened.

- Good.
- Great.

It will be cool, Professor.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Look, Nandi...
- Stop it.

[engine starts]

[car shifts into drive]

[engine revs]

[car beeping]

[car shifts car into park]

[Nandi sighs] Damn it.

sh*t.

[suspenseful music playing]

You need some help?

[female police officer] The coroner said
there's no marks on the body,

aside from where she appears
to have cut her own wrists.

- [male police officer] Suicide?
- [female police officer] No suicide note.

[Nandi pants, grunts]

She's the woman from the Jiba case.

That guy who r*ped and k*lled a kid.

I was still a student then.

Were you on that?

Vuyo Mahlati was.
I took over once he got shot.

Vuyo Mahlati...

That PI you like?

[male police officer]
That's why he has a limp, from that case.

He had a big career ahead of him
until that.

Do you think it's connected?

Nope.

This might be.

Thanks.

Two condoms.

So, big night of passion
before she decides to k*ll herself.

[Jacob exhales]

[Jacob grunts]

[Jacob exhales]

[grunts]

[Jacob and Nandi panting]

[panting]

[Jacob grunts]

[typing]

[phone buzzes, dings]

[dramatic music playing]

[music swells]

So, how do you think he was k*lled?

Look at the bruising from the ligature.

- Asphyxiation, right?
- Definitely.

Wow! You guys are scary.

Knowing how to do this right
will help catch criminals.

- And save lives.
- Ting.

Vuyo, you've gotta go.
We've got one coming in, so...

actual cops only.

[Vuyo] Guys, come. Let's go.

Wait.

[dramatic music plays]

[Zinhle breathing heavily]

What?

[Zinhle] Oh my God! That's Auntie Brenda.

[in Venda] God help me.

[exhales] Look,
I know a thing or two about cars.

And I see your oil is leaking.

So you should bring it in,
and I'll give you a deal.

Here.

[Nandi] Thank you.

And, uh... [inhales]

...thank you for...

Yeah.

[car door opens]

[Jacob sighs]

[car starts]

[exhales deeply]

[sighs] Control your thirst, Nandi.

[upbeat dance music playing]

[people chattering indistinctly]

[men arguing]

Tshoki!

[sighs]

[grunts]

[sniffs]

[sensual music playing]

I wanna tell people about us.

[tuts]

[giggles]

[in Xhosa] Wait, Vuyo.

[laughing]

[in English] I love you.

Not as much as you love Nandi.

I stopped loving her a long time ago.

[Brenda] Liar.

[Brenda moans]

[grunts]

[panting]

[both grunting]

[gasping]

[Vuyo grunting]

[Nandi] Zinhle!

Sisi!

Leonard?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Nandi exhales]

[sex toy vibrating]

[gasping softly]

[gasps, grunts]

[sensual R&B song playing]

[Nandi breathing shudderingly]

[Nandi gasping]

[moaning]

[gasping]

[grunts]

[breathes shudderingly]

[door opens]

[Leonard] Nandi, babe, where are you?

What are you doing?

What are you doing home?

I'm here to fetch you.

We need to go to the cops.

Why?

It's Brenda. She k*lled herself.

What?

[somber music playing]

Why would she do that to herself?

Shame, Zee.

I'm sorry.

She was so full of life.

So full of this energy.

So beautiful.

Goes to show you really never know
what sh*t people are dealing with.

[Zinhle sighs]

I can't believe it.

Your uncle seemed pretty cut up, hey?

Thanks, dude.

For?

I don't know.

Helping.

Let me get this straight.
You don't believe

that Brenda committed suicide,
Mrs. Mahlati.

She wouldn't.

She co...

It's impossible.

And you spent the weekend with her?

Just Saturday. Uh...

I left on Sunday morning,
so I wasn't there last night.

Anything unusual happen on Saturday?

Um, we went out to a party.

Just the two of you?

- And then?
- And then we came home.

[male police officer] Just the two of you?

Yes.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Mahlati.

If we need to, we'll pick this up later.

Justice Mahlati, Vuyo,
nice to see you both.

Okay.

[Leonard] You know who I feel sorry for?

I feel sorry for her family.

I mean, suicide?

With all the money she had,
all the opportunities she had,

when so many have so little...

f*cking ungrateful.

[sighs]

Has anyone seen my green jacket?

I can't find it anywhere.

You mean my green jacket, my Zee.

Ma, have you seen my green jacket?

Ma?

- Ma...
- No, Zinhle.

I haven't seen your bloody green jacket.

[sighs]

Zee, I mean...

[in Zulu] What's going on?
What has the child done?

Please leave me alone.

What did I say?

[in English] I don't want to hear
another bloody word about Brenda.

I am entitled to my opinion.

Nandi.

Nandi!

[somber music playing]

[phone buzzes, dings]

Nandi! Nandi, where are you going?

Nandi, I'm talking to you.
Where are you going?

[sensual R&B song playing]

[crying]

[thunder rumbling]

[song ends]

Hey, Zee, look...

[in Zulu] About yesterday, I'm...

[in English] Forget about it.

She was your best friend. I get it.

- How did I get so lucky with you, hey?
- [chuckles] Good parenting.

Ah, baby. [chuckles]

[door opens]

[Zinhle clears throat]

[Leonard sighs]

Victim or cause of the aggression.

This is a common defense.

"She provoked me."

"She wanted it."

As if it's the victim's fault.

Um...

Um, that'll be all...
That'll be all for today.

You can use the extra time
for the assignment.

[sniffs] Thank you.

[clears throat, sniffs]

[door opens]

[door opens]

Professor.

[sighs] Professor.

[crying] It's Brenda.

Brenda's dead.

She just wanted to be a teacher,

the kind of teacher that... [inhales]

...that made a difference.

The Brenda I met
didn't seem much like a teacher.

Yeah. [sighs]

[in Zulu] She left her job...

[in English]...after a little girl
was r*ped and m*rder*d.

And that was 10 years ago,
and the whole thing just...

It just messed her up.

The last couple of years,
she'd just been... partying.

Maybe she was hiding, you know? Because I...

I didn't see this coming.

You know, I don't know
that I was so self-absorbed.

This is not your fault.

She was my best friend.

It's... it's not your fault.

How do you know that?

Because my father k*lled himself.

And for a long time, I blamed myself.

But the truth is,
we're victims of their choices.

So don't blame the victim.

You're a good listener.

You're worth listening to.

[gentle music playing]

[music continues]

[breathes shakily]

- [door opens]
- [clears throat, sniffs]

She cut the vein on her left arm.
Used a belt as a tourniquet.

- Belt?
- A man's belt.

Also, the prints on the razor
match the victim's.

Wait. Whose belt is it?

I don't know.

Also, the fingerprints that we found
doesn't match hers or the cleaner's.

Also, two used condoms.

So maybe not a suicide.

Oh, no sign of sexual violence
or any violence.

Also, no letter though.
So, suicide or crime of genius.

Except for the two semen samples
he left behind.

Well, she met someone on Tinder
that night. We checked him out.

He didn't go to the house.
Also, the semen samples aren't his.

That's why I asked you to come in.

The judge's wife lied.

She sent a text to Grootboom's phone.

"The guy from the weekend is my student."

Look, it's not the Tinder guy.
He never met with your brother's wife.

Nandi said no one went home with them.

Yeah, well, women lie.

Just as much as any man.

[Jacob sighs]

[breathing shudderingly]

[gasping softly]

[woman] Good afternoon, Justice Mahlati.

[Leonard] Hi.

Do you by any chance know where Nandi is?

[in Xhosa] Sorry, she went home.
She said she wasn't feeling well.

[in English] Is it your anniversary?

[chuckles] No, no. It's not.
If you'll excuse me now.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[on voicemail] This is Nandi Mahlati.
Please leave a message after the beep.

- [phone beeps]
- Nandi, um...

Hey, listen, I... I know things
haven't been easy between us lately.

And some of it is my fault.

[Leonard] But silences...

- [Nandi moaning]
- ...and walls between us, they...

They've gotten so bad since it happened.

And I know I...

I haven't said this in a long time, but...

[Nandi panting and moaning]

[Leonard] Nandi, I...

I love you.

And I can only hope you still love me too.

[Nandi moaning]

[Leonard] Please, my love.

Call me back.

[phone beeps]

[sighs]

[exhales shakily]

[somber music playing]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[sighs heavily]

[in Xhosa] Are you all right?

[clicks tongue]

[in Zulu] You're so young.

[in Xhosa] Look, he's the judge.

Not me.

[in Zulu] How did you know that...?

[in English] Facebook.

You've never stalked
someone you liked on Facebook?

[in Zulu] When I was young,
we didn't have Facebook.

And if you've done your research,
it means you know that I have a daughter.

She's not much younger than you.

[in English] She could easily be...

[in Xhosa] Please don't go there.

[in English] Listen, it's...

It's getting late.

[in Zulu] I should leave.

[in English] Jacob, I like you.
I like you a lot, but this...

This thing, it just can't continue. Okay?

[Jacob sighs]

[in Zulu] Listen, Vuyo,
I don't know where Nandi is.

[in English] And I'm not sure
why she's not picking up her phone.

[in Zulu] I will phone her tomorrow.

[in English] You sure
you don't wanna stay for dinner?

No.

[in Zulu] Now would you like to tell me
why you want to speak to my wife?

[in English] It's about Brenda.

[in Zulu] I thought
Brenda's case was a suicide?

[in English] I know it looks that way but...

But what?

Someone was at her house
the night before she died.

[in Zulu] Wait a minute.

[in English] So what you're saying is
someone she was f*cking faked her suicide.

Huh?

All due respect,
we all know two things about Brenda.

Mental problems,

and she's f*cking loose.

[clicks tongue] We were involved.

[in Zulu] We were together.

[in English] For over a year now.

Oh, sh*t.

[in Tswana] I didn't know that.

[in English] No one did.

I wanna find out who was there that night
and if they k*lled her.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, man.

[in Zulu] Yeah sure, brother.

[in English] Oh. I'll phone you.

[Nandi on voicemail] Jacob, I, uh...

I just got home.

Uh...

I listened to your messages, and I...

[in Zulu] I understand that, but...

[in English] We can't. I just... I can't.

[in Zulu] I'm married, Jacob. I'm married.

[upbeat dance music playing]

Shots. Your round.

I'll bring them back.

Hey.

Do you wanna go out sometime?

[Laura] Uh...

[Rain] She isn't q*eer, dude.
She's just curious.

Hey, is everything okay?

Yeah.

Uh...

I need to tell you something.

[phone dings]

"PokébOi"?

Huh?

I got a text from someone.

The number is an anonymous,
but it says they're registered as PokébOi.

I don't think you should respond.

[phone dings]

Zee?

[phone dings]

[Nandi] Vuyo, hey. I had, uh...

I meant to call you back. I just, uh...

What happened with Brenda
the night she k*lled herself?

I've told everything to the police.

"The guy from the weekend

is my student."

The last text you sent to Brenda.

- Who was with Brenda that night?
- It has nothing to do with it.

They found used condoms at her house.

Semen samples.

Tell me who Brenda f*cked that night.

Brenda didn't f*ck anyone that night.

I did.

You?

[in Zulu] Your brother is the only one
who's allowed to f*ck other people?

[in English] Squash? Huh?
You think I believe that?

Those semen samples, they have nothing
to do with what happened to Brenda.

[dramatic music playing]

[blowing]

[sinister music plays]

[camera beeps, shutter clicks]

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