Trackers

-(PANTING) -(GUNSHOTS)

-(SIREN WAILS) -Hold your fire!

Give me something that I can use.

That's the guy.

Everyone, this is now an agency-wide priority.

Al-Qaeda is bringing something into the country,

and I want them stopped.

You got nothing!

The PBI is over.

They're shutting us down.

-Why kill him like this? -It's a message.

-You can call me Flea. -There's the target.

Alpha One, abort. That's an order.

-(rhino breathing) -Flea: Gently.

-(grunting) -Okay. Come on, let's do this.

-(indistinct chatter) -Keep pushing.

-(growling) -That's it.

Keep pushing. Come on, boy.

-Gently. -Come on.

-Come on, boy. Let's go. -(all chattering)

Okay, guys.

Watch your direction. That's it.

That's it, that's it. Straighten up.

-(all chattering) -(Rhino growling)

Good. Good. Do it.

Close it up.

-(rhino roaring, growling) -(gate closing)

("This is War" by Brendan Jury playing)

-(street chatter) -(car alarm blaring)

Janina: So, how much time have I got?

We're in the middle of an investigation.

David: For you.

David: Top of page 205.

"In conclusion...

"the commission rules that the PBI

"acted without any conclusive evidence,

and that there was no credible threat to the country."

It further says that

canceling the summit was an embarrassment

to the President of the Republic.

And the president agrees.

You know, I might've misjudged and moved in too fast,

-but I know it was real. -Nina,

you don't have to justify yourself to me.

But the report says what it says.

It's done. PBI is done.

You had a good run.

Better than most.

I'm sorry.

All good.

-(clattering) -Lourens: You feel that?

I think-- I think our passengers are waking up.

-(banging) -Look it here.

Check this.

Sedative is wearing off.

I'll need to inject them again within the next half an hour.

-(rattling) -Then we stop in 30 minutes.

Uh, nope.

No more calls between Rayan and Nkunzi.

Well, we need to keep our focus on the package.

Whatever it is they're planning to bring into the country,

-it could be coming from anywhere. -(cell phone ringing)

So, if anything looks out of the ordinary,

I want a report on my desk.

Radius?

Keep it within 100 clicks of the borders.

-Ports and customs? -All of it.

-(cell phone ringing) -Janina: Mrs. Nkosi?

-(phone vibrating) -I need to know where we are.

This will not be another Pelindaba.

Quinn: Well, for now, we've got a tap on Osman's home landline,

and we've got watchers in the apartment opposite.

And who is in the house with him?

His family.

Wife, Teliha.

What do we know about her?

She comes from an ordinary middle-class home.

She studied biological sciences at UCT,

and did her PhD in London.

Then she came back to Cape Town

and married Osman. They have a daughter, Nazli.

-She's 8 years old. -And Daoud?

No positive sighting yet.

You're a Bo-Kaap boy. Is there any way a man like that

-could find refuge? -He is not gonna find

a welcome from the people of Bo-Kaap.

My money's on him being anywhere but there.

Okay, so...

what do we think they're bringing in?

Well, if you're trying to make a statement

in a packed football stadium.

-I'd say-- -Raj: Dirty bomb.

Nkosi: There's no reason to believe

Allajna would have access to those kind of materials.

There's no reason to believe they wouldn't.

What's security like at Cape Town Stadium?

Mixture of police and private contractors.

It's good, but not good enough, if you ask me.

I'll speak to their head of security.

No. Not yet.

We'll let it play out for now.

Osman moves, we move.

-(sighs) -(toilet flushes)

-Trouble? -Uh, no.

It's just my son.

Listen, why did Janina mention Pelindaba?

Was she talking about the old nuclear base?

Pelindaba was a total fuck-up.

We, well...

Janina made the call to cancel a major international summit

on climate change here in Cape Town.

Lots of heads of state, lots of razzmatazz,

all abandoned over a terrorist attack

that never materialized.

My advice is to never speak of it again.

-Especially in front of Janina. -No.

Call your son.

-I'll give you a bit of privacy. -Oh, no, no.

I know we're not allowed to make personal calls at work.

It's fine.

Go ahead.

I'll run interference with Nkosi.

-Copy. -(both laugh)

-Jess. -Hm?

Thanks.

-Barend (on phone): Hello? -(speaking Afrikaans)

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-(cars honking) -(birds flapping)

-(knocking) -Baboo: Shaheed .

We're on schedule.

Good.

We done?

Flea: Just about.

Well, let's move then.

Miss Flea, um, you, uh,

you work with big game a lot, eh?

I only work with big game.

Oh, okay. (chuckles)

-(clears throat) -Lemmer: Yeah, smooth.

Well...

-(rumbling continues) -(insects chirping)

Are we in trouble?

Well, if they're after the horns...

-Um, should I go faster then? -No.

Lemmer: When lionesses go hunting, you can't outrun them.

They drive their prey towards the rest of the pride.

Lourens: What?

-Whoa! -(thud, man grunts)

Lourens, wait.

Man: Get out! Get out!

-(grunts) -Man: Get on the floor!

Boss.