01x11 - The Saloon k*ller Part 2

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We have a town full of people

who are too petrified to go to sleep.

He comes out of nowhere every time.

It's...

It's like trying to catch a f*ck' wisp of smoke.

Are you going to catch the guy who did all this?

You're nowhere. Oh, come on, mate, that's not fair.

Sorry, but you said it yourself.

There's no thinking, no system... Oh, listen to me.

We're not just a bunch of small-town idiots.

We're underfunded,

and these shootings just keep coming.

Your course has been approved. You can start.

Oh, Brigadier!

This all fits with his attacks being anger-motivated.

How does this help us? We need to understand how he thinks.

I can't seem to get a handle on this one.

How are you gonna move it forward?

Same as usual -

get under his skin.

Personally, I always find

that the paperwork is always the biggest...

Guys, I'll catch up with you later.

Alright, Micki?

Oh! AJ.

I'm happy to see you. How're you doing?

Yeah, good.

Really?

You know how it goes. Some days are better than others.

Are you sleeping?

Some.

Nightmares?

Do you sleep much?

Mm.

Let's get inside. Yeah.

Can I take that for you? Mm-mm.

Strong, independent lady, remember?

Micki!

Hey. Hi.

Oof.

All of us remember this case.

The Station Strangler, Norman Simons.

And some of us worked it together.

Simons used the skills he learned in his role as a teacher

to entrap his victims.

And he revealed his need for control in the way he bound his victims.

The Donnybrook k*ller, Christopher Zikode.

He felt a deep sense of abandonment by his sister

and blamed her for the murders he later committed.

She should, he believed, have organised girlfriends for him.

This is just two examples

of how understanding the psychology of suspects

helped find and convict them.

Within each one of these men

is the ghost of the child they once were.

And understanding those children,

what they experienced, seeing the world through their eyes,

is crucial to compiling a profile.

OK, that makes some of you uncomfortable.

It's something you'll have to get your heads around

if you are to successfully profile K*llers.

If you're unable to find any points of empathy or connection with them,

you'll never understand them,

you'll never succeed in catching them.

Uh... Yes. How do you empathise with evil?

They were not always who they are now.

They are not, one could even argue, the sum of their crimes.

Though of course they have no right to do what they do,

they're still human beings

with all the complexity that that descriptor implies.

Any more questions before I move on?

Jannie.

If there was one piece of advice you could give us,

what would it be?

Never ignore your gut.

Here's to Mike's new life as a parent, eh?

And the death of his sex life.

Nice place.

Very sophisticated. Mm.

It was Mark's suggestion. He's the wine guy.

Mm! Well, thank you.

It's definitely a cut above anywhere else we usually end up, eh?

Mm! You're welcome.

How's work?

Ah... I've been dealing with a g*ng

that's going around attacking and raping women at gas stations.

How many victims?

Four so far.

The g*ng seems to be moving around town. Multiple ages.

One woman was beaten so badly she lost her sight.

Um... I thought you said that this was a day off.

Yes. Yes. Sorry, everyone. Sorry. No more shop talk.

Here is to a day off study.

And here is to Micki Pistorius.

May she never tire of catching K*llers.

Hear, hear!

So, Mark, what do you do?

I make wine for a living.

Oh.

Rob, hi.

Hi, Micki. Um...

Look... Yeah, I know what 'look' means.

Are you OK? Yeah, I'm fine.

OK. Go on.

Can't f*cking believe it.

Except I can because why wouldn't he start up again now?

You know, why wouldn't I need to be in two places at once again?

Micki.

Micki. What?

sh*t. Sorry.

Sorry. This was supposed to be a nice time, and I'm...

I'M sorry.

No.

No. First Rob with his look, and now you with "I'm sorry."

What?

I can't do this.

I can absolutely not cope with this right now.

I know.

Please, just at least wait till we get back.

Micki, I have tried to tell myself that it's going to be OK,

that things are gonna get better...

And it will. It will.

It will just...

Just as soon as I get this case wrapped up, it will.

I promise. There's always another case, Micki.

Always another k*ller. There's always going to be, OK?

They're everywhere. And these people here, they just...

They understand you in a way that I can't.

Mm-hm.

OK?

I can't live like this.

I can't deal with them.

With the detectives?

OK.

You really do not have to worry about the detectives.

Micki, it's not the detectives.

It's the K*llers.

OK.

That's...

That's OK.

Hey, Micki. How was your trip?

Started well. Went downhill.

Ah. I'm sorry. No. It's not entirely your fault.

Let's just get going, yeah?

Of course.

And then, on top of everything else,

I just got a new call about a case over in Kroonstad.

New k*ller, new victim,

seven years old.

Mm.

You're doing an incredible job, Micki.

And I...one day I'd like to, uh... Don't do it.

You'll never get a decent night's sleep again.

Ha.

Well, I'm happy you think I'm getting my beauty sleep now.

Oh, you end up alone. Hm!

Well, it's too late. I'm heading that way already.

Wife's not happy?

No.

Keeps telling me, "Leave your work at work." I mean, f*ck.

Can't though. Can we?

Ah, the victims just keep coming.

I mean, I can't...

..we can't just clock off, can we?

There should be some kind of rota system for them, you know?

I know. These b*stards should learn how to take turns.

That's what I say.

OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK! OK!

Obstructing traffic. Get in the car!

Micki, this is one of our undercover team.

How is it, Seb?

Good. Yeah

I've got a lot of good photos for you.

Excellent, excellent.

Can I see?

Sure.

No.

These are the brothers we've been observing.

These guys are up to something. You can see it.

Mm. Maybe, but neither of them are our guy.

Look at them.

No.

They're having a good time.

Our k*ller is paranoid. He'll work alone.

He sees himself as a lone wolf.

You should stop surveillance.

Are either of them ex-military?

No.

No. And what about the forest? Has it been searched?

Yeah, parts of it. We found nothing.

We haven't just been sitting around.

OK? We found the gangsters we were looking for.

No, this k*ller isn't some sortie, OK?

We're following dead-end leads and we're wasting time.

Micki... Mm-hm?

..what do you want us to do?

Follow my advice.

That's what you brought me here for, so, f*cking use it.

Argh!

Ah, f*ck.

Always another k*lling. There's always going to be.

I'm scared he's going to come back for me.

Took his life.

Took his dinner.

You're nowhere. There's no thinking, no system...

Oh, come on...

Well, I'm sure he's got something for us.

You too.

Hey, Jacques. Um...

Do you have a second? Yeah, of course.

Can you drive me somewhere?

Want me take you back to your hotel or...

Yes, please.

I need to get away from all this.

OK.

Just go the long way round.

I need some time.

There's something wrong with this one. So, this is...

Hey, Daniel.

I got something that might fit Micki's profile.

Oh, really? Mm.

Something that'll make her mood better.

Well, let's hope so.

Look, uh...the farms that were robbed, that 0.22 r*fle stolen,

she said our guy was military, right?

Yeah, that's what she said, but I don't know about that.

Well, look at this one.

It's got telescopic sights.

I mean, that's the type of r*fle that's been taken.

Alright.

I'll check it with ballistics. See if it fits.

Please. Thanks.

Every time I close my eyes I see a k*ller.

I hear their voices when I try to sleep.

Oh, Micki.

Everyone wants something from me.

I have Erika to think about,

I have interviews I need to give,

and they want me to go back to England,

to America maybe.

I have 17 K*llers in my head.

I can't even get a grip on the Saloon k*ller case

'cause there's no f*cking room up there.

You're burning out, Micki.

You've already ended up at the doctor once.

You're disappearing from your team.

I don't think you have anything left to give.

Mm-hm.

Doesn't matter, though, does it?

What's the alternative?

The K*llers keep coming, the victims, the families.

And what am I supposed to do? I can't f*cking clone myself.

OK.

It's starting to make sense now.

What is?

That you didn't call Dad today.

f*ck.

Oh, f*ck. It's his birthday.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't call to make you feel bad. I just knew something must be up.

Yeah, I'm...

I should have remembered, whatever else was going on.

Micks...

..is it really worth it?

It's people's lives.

Of course it's worth it.

Even yours?

Yeah.

Definitely mine.

f*ck.

Sorry, Micki?

Micki? Yeah. Go on.

We got some more photos from the stake-out.

We're still watching them? Oh, my God.

OK.

Take these back to Rob or Sergeant Mbuli or whoever gave them to you

and, please, explain that we are looking for a serial k*ller,

not a f*cking gangster, yeah?

Off you go. Go on, chop-chop.

Mm.

Oh, sure, sure. Just watch these brothers.

For f*ck's sake! f*ck you!

Oh, come on!

f*ck! Come on!

Piece of f*cking sh*t!

Sorry! Yeah, sorry. Don't worry. I'm not gonna throw it out the window.

I'm fine. Absolutely fine.

OK. Alright.

Yeah. Everything is absolutely A-OK.

Yeah.

He comes out of nowhere every time.

It's like trying to catch a f*ck' wisp of smoke.

It's like a...f*ck' shadow flitting between trees.

OK. Yeah. OK.

"You're wrong."

That's what he wants to tell us - "You're wrong."

None of the suspects are right.

Well, we got ballistics back,

and, uh... the g*n stolen at the farm

matched the rounds found at the crime scenes.

The bad news is none of the guys

we thought were involved in that robbery

work out as a suspect.

In fact, one of them was in hospital in March

when three of the shootings happened.

Yeah, yeah, that's great. He's really f*cking angry.

Micki, are you OK?

Of course.

Uh... Well, we retrieved most of the g*ns except this one.

This one's missing.

Yeah. We find the g*n, we find the sh**ter.

This is his right, to be seen, to be heard.

And we're taking that away... Wait, Micki, slow down.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh!

Sorry. Oh, sh*t! Are you OK?

No, Yep, yep, fine. Absolutely fine. I'm fine. Look - see? Fine.

I stood up too quickly, OK? I'm fine. Get you some tea?

I'm fine, Rob.

f*cking hell.

Where's my f*cking chair?

I said I'm fine, OK?

OK.

Back to work.

# I feel the love with you

# I feel the love with you

# I feel the love with you Yes, I... #

Uh... Yeah!

I can't believe I'm doing this to you again.

Oh, f*ck. Another one?

Sorry. You don't need to say sorry.

Uh... Where?

East Rand. Three children.

OK. Uh... You're on the Orange Farm case, right?

Yeah. And you're over there.

We need more support.

Um... I'll try the Brigadier again.

OK. Micki...if it's too much...

Of course it's too much.

What can you do about it?

Um...

I will let you know when I've spoken to Brink.

OK.

# I feel the love with you Yes, I... #

Micki!

Micki!

Open up! We found something.

Hey, we got a lead. We need to go, though. Now.

Get your stuff.

What is it you found?

A guy called Lunga.

He started defence force training, but, uh...he got kicked out.

What for? Didn't make the grade.

Bravo team in position.

Copy. Wait for my go.

Anyway, we did some digging, and, uh...

..we found he was a regular at the Lunchbox Tavern.

So, we sent in a guy undercover when they opened up again.

Lunga got into a fight with the guy he was playing darts with.

It got nasty.

Lunga threatened to sh**t him.

All units are go!

Police!

Put your hands up!

Hands up where I can see them!

Hey! Put your hands up!

Come on, get down!

Agh! Agh! Agh!

Agh!

b*stard!

Let's go.

Hey-hey! Here comes the man with the beer!

And every tavern in town!

There we go.

Yeah. Thanks, bro.

Hey.

Come on. Do you want a lager?

Look, I really don't think he's the Saloon k*ller.

I mean, sure, let's make certain, maybe he knows something, but...

Look, Micki, Micki, here - check out the guys.

We did good.

Just...take a night off.

Here.

Sure. Yeah.

Cheers. Cheers.

Eh? Get loose. Come on.

Rob, hi.

Micki, um...

Yeah...look, it's not Lunga. I'm really sorry.

You've had more deaths?

Yeah. Two more. Um...

Shot in Mpumalanga.

OK. What were their names?

Micki...

Tell me their f*cking names, Rob, please.

Yeah, it's... Rose Jibela and Prince Pepool.

Alright.

Thank you very much.

After we got the news about Rose and Prince,

um...we found more bodies.

He's definitely active again.

I'm...

I'm sorry.

They'd been here a good few days before they were found.

They're not in the usual area.

So, also after Lunga was arrested?

That's correct.

Do they have IDs?

Not yet. I mean, you can see the bodies -

it's...it's been hot.

They should never have died.

Micki, I mean, you...you... You couldn't have foreseen this.

Foreseeing this is my job, Rob.

That's who I am.

What the f*ck is that? Oh, that's the defence force.

They've come to help. No, no, no, the evidence.

Tell them to turn back. What? Why?

The evidence, Rob! Oh, sh*t!

Turn back! No! Stop!

Turn back now! Go that way! No, man!

f*ck!

Alright, come in!

Cover! Cover the area!

Protect it! Protect the evidence!

Just protect the f*cking evidence!

Agh, sh*t!

f*ck!

Argh!

Hm?

You got it wrong.

There are offices just over there.

I know.

I've been watching you.

All of you.

Waiting.

What's your name?

You know mine.

Micki.

What's yours?

Soldier.

OK then.

Can I see your face, Soldier?

I failed.

I did hear you.

But you did not listen.

I promise you

I tried.

I had to keep on going, keep k*lling.

But you...

..you couldn't find me.

I WAS looking for you, Soldier.

You've been with me.

You can rest now.

It's just you and me.

I can never rest.

Nightmares?

I get them too.

Dreams are frightening.

Life...

..is frightening.

I know what it feels like to be on your own.

You...

You understand us.

Micki! sh*t! Drop your weapon! Drop it!



and blood pressure is dropping rapidly.

We need...

Micki, I mean, you... You couldn't have foreseen this.

Foreseeing this is my job, Rob.

I want to catch him to make sure he can't come back

and he can't keep doing this.

The suspected k*ller's started up again.

We have 21 dead bodies, two missing boys.

It's already chaos.

You deserve that, b*tch. f*ck you.

I k*lled two of them at once.

You... You understand us.

Micks, you'll be fine. You're in good hands, Micki.

You'll be fine.

How are the nightmares?

It's noisy here.

I hardly sleep.

You've been in jail before.

Mm. When I was younger.

It was worse.

Now I'm the famous Saloon k*ller.

They don't f*ck with me.

But they did before.

When you were just a security guard.

I'm a soldier.

I know.

You were r*ped when you were in jail before.

Made you feel powerless.

It made me sick.

Sick. Physically?

Infected.

You contracted a venereal disease.

Yes.

And afterwards I...

When...

When I was with a woman I...

You became impotent.

Yeah.

Picking up a g*n...

It made me whole,

full of fire.

Mm.

It was my best friend.

But also my enemy.

It made me do...

..bad things.

Did the r*fle make you k*ll?

I'm glad they took it away from me.

Because when I see that g*n...

..because when I hold it...

..in my arms...

..I want to sh**t it...

..I want to use it.

Did the r*fle choose who you k*lled?

No.

I choose.

How?

What made you decide that it was the right time?

Was it when you got angry?

Mm-hm.

But you didn't k*ll the people who made you angry.

You didn't know the people you k*lled.

No-one was innocent.

Why do you say that?

Men attack.

And women...

Women laugh.

OK.

So, your victims represented the people who hurt you?

Did you do anything after you k*lled?

I cleaned my g*n

and I kept it safe.

Mm.

Did you think about the people you k*lled?

At night?

In the day?

Did you have a special place you went to to do this?

The forest.

It was quiet there.

Did you take anything from your victims

to help you remember?

I didn't need anything from them.

I had my b*ll*ts.

And I would walk amongst the trees.

"I have the power."

But you didn't.

Did you?

You never had real power.

That was the problem.

That's why you needed to k*ll.

I have that power.

When I have a g*n...

..no-one can tell me sh*t.

No-one can tell me to do anything.

Mm.

No-one can use me.

Even in my dreams,

the things that I see,

they stop.

They all stop.

Do you understand that?

I do.

# Na, na-na-na... #

# Na-na, na

# Oh!

# Na-na-na-na, oh!

# Oh-oh-oh, ohh

# Na-na-na-na

# Na-na-na, na! #