Catch Me a Killer

This man is angry at women.

Their mysticism. Fearful of their power.

I can't sleep knowing he's out there, sweet-talking the next girl.

You're writing as if you're the killer?

I know what I'm doing, okay?

Expressing the emotional signature of the attacks.

It's the only way I know how.

I'm really worried about you.

What you've described

seems to be a mild panic attack.

Your mind is trying to tell you something,

that it might not be able to process

everything that's been thrown at it.

One of his detectives committed suicide

over this case you're working on.

It's really eating him up. I can see it.

You do know he's operating right now?

I told you, if anything, he'll speed up his attacks.

We're getting closer, but you have to trust me.

A delay like this will be our fault.

You think I don't know that?

What is that?

It's an address. It's my parents' cabin.

I'm heading there Friday. You should come.

Micki, they found another body.

I can't just up and leave.

They need me. They can't do it without me.

What time is it?

A little after nine.

Thank you.

You crashed out soon after you arrived.

Obviously needed it.

Sorry.

Do you want to tell me what happened?

Just needed to get away.

There's something I want to show you.

No. That should be fine.

I mean, hopefully, we've got what we need.

Let's get her to the dock. We can always come back.

Doc's going to move the body soon,

but he agrees, one or two days maximum.

Did you tell Micki?

Yeah. She's in Wemmer Pan.

But I'll keep her updated. She'll be in contact.

Any thoughts?

Well, she's a much shorter distance from the road,

and we're dangerously close to the previous bodies,

so I think he's losing control of his urges.

Some people call this the frenzy stage.

He's getting reckless. - Pieter!

Come here.

That what I think it is?

Yeah.

Great. Bag and tag it.

Hopefully, we get lucky.

Forensics! This side!

I lived out here for a while after I graduated,

training to be a lawyer.

I was engaged.

Saskia was her name.

Okay. What happened?

One day, she stepped out of the shower

and her legs gave out.

Brain tumour.

Six weeks later, she was gone, just like that.

That's horrible.

Yeah.

For a while, I just shut down and came out here,

but it did teach me something.

At the end of the day,

you have to take control of your own recovery.

And then I found this.

Wow.

I'd swim down there at least once a week.

I read somewhere that the minerals in the water

had healing qualities.

You want to go?

- No. - Yes?

- No. - Yes.

How cold is it?

It's refreshing.

Okay.

Okay, let's do it.

All right. Come on.

Sorry, Suzaan, I just thought she was visiting family.

I hoped it was you.

I'm probably mistaken.

No. I'm sure she's checked in with one of my colleagues.

Please don't worry. I'm always the last to hear.

Just forget I called.

I'll give her a slap from you when I see her, okay?

I mean, we could send it to the lab for a.

No, no, no. The lab already has the condom.

They say it has been soiled.

Sorry, does that mean they can use it to identify?

Yeah, they're pretty confident they can extract DNA.

So, yeah. Looks like we're getting somewhere.

What did Micki say? You spoke to her?

Yes. She wanted to ensure that

we're going through old rape cases.

We're pretty sure that the killing aspect of his MO

was a later development.

Well, I've got Louis on that,

but if you feel it's a priority.

It is. We think.

I can help.

Sure. Be my guest.

All right.

Here you go.

Mm.

Can I ask you a question?

Hm?

Do you think you'll always do what you do?

What? Making wine?

Mhm.

Um.

I mean, I started because I thought it was natural.

Grows, ages, ferments, really by itself,

and I like that.

So, yeah, probably.

What about you?

When I was a kid,

my dad showed me this old newsreel from the 1930s.

It's black and white.

No sound.

It was of USS Akron,

this big American airship, a zeppelin.

The airship was trying to moor

and it's being guided by these Navy sailors,

all holding it down by the guy ropes,

and then, suddenly, the wind changes.

The airship goes up,

and all the men instinctively let go, apart from four.

They held on, and up they go.

Now, one guy, he's smart.

He lets go about 15 or 20 feet up,

and he falls and just breaks his arm,

but the others don't.

Soon, it's too late.

Too high.

One by one, you watch them fall.

Just tiny little figures.

Kicking and screaming

and waving their arms all the way down.

The only guy who made it is the one who held on.

Eventually, they hauled him up onto the airship.

And what, that's you holding on?

Deon showed you this as a child? Jesus.

Have you told anyone else that?

No.

All right. Well, what do you think it means?

You want me to analyse myself for your benefit?

Absolutely.

Mhm. Okay.

I want to know how you see yourself.

Well, I suppose I would say I am a dichotomy.

Okay.

Part of me is messy and chaotic. Passionate.

It wants to throw caution to the wind,

to just believe in the dream,

but then I also really need control.

Yeah.

It's like I'm too scared

or too guarded to just let go.

I mean, you did today.

Okay, so if I'm going to make potjie tonight,

then I should run into town and get some groceries.

Micki.

Yeah.

Yeah. Sounds good.

I was profiling a man who targets young black women.

He binds them, gags them, bludgeons them,

and rapes them before he chokes them to death.

So far, there are 19 bodies.

19 girls left to rot face-down in sugarcane fields,

and my job requires that.

I immerse myself in that guy's mind.

I feel his urges, his desire.

I look at what he's done

and I have to imagine committing those crimes.

I invite him inside me.

If I don't give myself over to it completely,

it doesn't fucking work.

Sometimes I think I even experience the same mood as him.

How fucked up is that?

Like, if he's anxious if the police are close,

it's like I feel it too.

So, now, I second-guess everything.

If I'm feeling good, I wonder what the hell he's up to,

and the trouble is.

I have felt good.

That's allowed.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Thirsty?

Grab us a drink.

Sure.