Episode 3: Payback in Amsterdam

♪ ♪ PIET: Acid attack victim, died overnight.

LUCIENNE: An award-winning cellist.

What else was she involved in?

She was dating the guest conductor.

Femke-- my ex.

JOB: We all have our secrets, right?

PIET: How do I know I can trust you?

HESTER GILL: All of us are targets.

They'll stop at nothing.

PIET: Neither will we.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (waves crashing, seagulls calling) ♪ ♪ (seagull squawking) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (playing cello) (orchestra playing) (orchestral music continues) (sinister music playing) (orchestra playing resumes) (playing ends) FAN: There she is!

(cheers and applause) (cheers and applause continue) ♪ ♪ (echoed screaming) (sizzling, screaming) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) PIET: Yeah, I'll get a latte, extra hot, split quad shots, no foam, with whip, a touch of vanilla syrup and three sprinkles of cinnamon, please.

Mm-hmm.

And I'll get an espresso.

Sure.

Here you go.

Cheers, Dave.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

Thanks.

(indistinct chatter) Guess what?

What?

My meeting just got canceled.

Great.

Got the day off.

Wanna do something?

Like what?

Well, we could go to a museum or take in a movie?

Eh... (imitating Piet): Eh... Or we've got our bikes... We got our bikes.

We could get out of town.

What-- out of Amsterdam?

Yes.

I know it's a scary thought isn't it?

But people do get out of Amsterdam, Piet.

Yeah, let's take a train and go to, I don't know, Haarlem?

Utrecht?

(exhales) (flatly): Maybe not.

Maybe you've got other things on.

I know... What about... Paris?

Three hours there, can eat, wander... all the rest.

Come back first thing in the morning?

(cell phone ringing) Van Der Valk.

Yeah.

I'll be right there.

(ship horn blaring) ♪ ♪ Look lively.

Briefing.

BRAD: This is my lively.

Fleur Mas.

Acid attack victim.

Died overnight.

Now a murder investigation.

Let's move it.

What?

I did try to warn you.

I want witnesses, CCTV, phone footage.

She was attacked in the foyer of a concert hall.

Who saw it happen?

(engines buzzing) (bicycle bell dinging) Oy!

Eyes up, mate!

Sorry, sorry!

♪ ♪ What are you doing here?

What you been ignoring me for?

You can't come here... Wouldn't have to if you picked up your phone!

Tech have accessed Fleur Mas's phone.

Last call made at the top of the Amsterdam tower.

Okay, we need security footage.

It's already requested, but I'll chase it up.

(distant telephone ringing) Should be with us any minute.

LUCIENNE: There's nothing on her call list or text messages to ring any alarm bells so far.

What you got?

(mouth full): Ham and cheese croissant.. And...?

(stammering): Oh, Fleur Mas, yeah.

Um... 23.

Used to rent at Overhoeksplein, moved out a while back.

Plays one of them, um... upright violin thingies for a posh orchestra.

The cello, Brad.

It's a cello.

Right.

Yeah.

Dahlman says she'll inform the parents.

They live in the south, there farmers, apparently.

LUCIENNE: Yeah, she's something of a child prodigy.

International concerts, private audiences for the great and the good; quite a talent.

PIET: We got phone footage at the scene?

Yeah, nothing useful, though.

It's on here.

Eye witnesses at the scene said the killer was hoodied up.

Medium build.

Wearing black sweatpants and trainers.

LUCIENNE: Do we think the intention was to kill?

Or just maim?

Jealous ex, I reckon.

Now let's not jump to conclusions.

Well, that's the only exercise I'm good at.

"Jumping" to conclusions.

(chuckles) Right.

I wanna know everything we've got on the victim.

I wanna know partners, past and present, any gossip.

Get down to the concert hall, do some digging.

You're gonna want to see this.

Security footage from the Amsterdam Tower.

That's Arjan.

BRAD: Who?

PIET: Arjan Hersi, journalist, hacker, thorn in the side of organized crime.

Keeps a low profile as a result.

What's a classical musician doing with him?

I'm late.

Really late, I know.

I hate being late.

I hate it when people are late.

It's rude and it's disrespectful and...

I'm sorry.

I got caught up.

Don't worry about it.

Fleur Mas.

Mozart'll fill you in.

I'll be early tomorrow!

Early's good.

Early is best...

I bet you were even born premature.

I was, actually, three weeks.

(engine revving) ♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking) ♪ ♪ Ever get tired of being on your own?

Who says I am?

Where did that come from anyway?

I don't know.

Just been thinking about me and Lena, you know?

You taking up karate?

No, you know, sort of.

Oh, I don't know... Oh, my God, are we talking next level here?

No!

Well, yeah.

Maybe.

Wow.

Bad idea, right?

Hell no!

Although you might wanna think about losing those arm gestures when you talk to her.

Lose this?

Yeah.

Just saying.

♪ ♪ (knocking) Arjan!

It's me.

I know you're in there.

ARJAN: How?

I can smell burnt toast.

(multiple locks turning) Got enough locks there, Arjan?

Probably not.

I know we know each other well but, underpants, really?

Yeah, well, sorry, I was writing an article.

Anything interesting?

Next time can we meet somewhere else?

'Cause I really don't want to advertise your visits, thanks.

Does the name Fleur Mas mean anything to you?

No, never met him, her, it, anything.

Funny that.

'Cause you met her yesterday at the top of Amsterdam tower.

What do you want to know?

She's dead.

Acid attack.

It's unlike you to lie to me.

Well, I have to keep my confidences.

PIET: Now you don't.

Well, yes, sorry but I do.

Why was Fleur Mas confiding in you?

Criminal underworld infiltrates classical music orchestra.

It's not your typical area of concern.

An award-winning cellist.

What else was she involved in?

It must be serious.

'Cause you look worried.

Well, I have every reason to be worried.

And so do you.

♪ ♪ Right.

Keep me in the loop, yeah?

You know where I am.

One step ahead.

Don't be worrying about me, all right?

Oh, but I do worry.

I'm a natural-born worrier.

Usually at my cost.

(footsteps retreating) (door closes) (inhales quickly, exhales) You let him off lightly.

He wasn't about to talk.

Which we know because...?

You're lucky he was wearing a top.

His back looks like a road map, scars inflicted by a drug dealer who wanted to know what intelligence Arjan had on him.

He didn't talk and spent three weeks in hospital.

Besides, he told us everything we need to know.

♪ ♪ (cell phone chimes) ♪ ♪ (orchestra playing) (door opens) (door closes) (playing stops) Christiaan Timmerman, artistic director.

We need to talk to you about Fleur Mas.

FEMKE DE HAAN: Brad, isn't it?

Depends who's, uh...

Yes... it is.

And you are?

Femke De Haan.

TIMMERMAN: Femke's our guest conductor.

And she really shouldn't be here today.

Tell me how else are we going to get Carol up to speed with two days to go?

Two days before...?

The Concert On The Canal.

We do it every year.

BRAD: We, uh... had an address for Fleur but gather she moved out a while back.

Do either of you happen to know where she was living?

With me.

BRAD: I see.

And, how well did you know each other?

Well... (clicks pen) Very well.

Do you know anyone that might want to harm her?

She was being stalked.

She reported it repeatedly.

Each time she got a polite "We're looking into it."

BRAD: We didn't know.

That would've been a different department to us... We're listening now.

Bit late, don't you think?

If you'll excuse me.

Did you know about the stalking?

Yes, Fleur was very frightened.

We tightened security in and around the concert hall but maybe it wasn't enough.

♪ ♪ (cars passing, engine buzzing) (distant dog barking) ♪ ♪ (short exhalations) ♪ ♪ (nervous exhalations) (inhales) (screams, tosses object to the ground) (classical music playing on speaker) Hey.

I know, on superficial analysis I might come across as purely a jazz junkie, but it's all the same, really.

Same notes, same feelings, just in different combinations.

(cello playing, Piet places CD case down) This is her playing now.

So what actually killed her?

Hypoxia.

She aspirated or breathed in enough of the acid into her lungs and airways to cause severe irreversible soft tissue damage.

Couldn't breathe.

HENDRIK: Exactly.

Despite the artificial ventilation and everything else they tried at the hospital overnight.

Broken glass at the scene has got a partial print on it, but useless on its own.

Would the attacker have known for sure it would kill?

No, but he or she would have known they were going to do life-changing damage.

That's risky in public.

Maybe it was deliberate.

A statement?

PIET: What you got?

Quite a lot, actually.

Fleur Mas was being stalked and she reported it, apparently.

Okay, well, let's check, and prioritize that.

Also, the concert she was about to give it's an annual thing, for charity.

Yes, this year it's "Say No to Silence."

A really excellent charity that raises money for women that have been victims of sexual assault.

Might be relevant.

So what do we know about her private life?

That she was dating the guest conductor-- Femke De Haan.

Femke?

(gasps) Oh God!

That Femke!

You mean the Femke that-- JOB: I'm sorry.

Who's Femke?

She's my ex.

♪ ♪ PIET: Hey, can you get me security footage on the car park between 8:45 and 9:00 this morning, please?

Thank you.

(distant telephone ringing) How you doing?

Love and pain always go hand-in-hand, right?

Just need to focus on work.

Good.

Hm.

♪ ♪ Go on... Femke De Haan.

She's 36 years old.

Yeah, could have told you that.

Trailblazing talent.

First female ever invited to be guest conductor here.

The artistic director thinks, although... Mm-mm.

I mean, he could be wrong, but I mean... (exhales) The point, Brad?

Uh, he thinks that, um, Fleur and Femke started seeing each other... a while ago.

(distant telephone ringing) Anything else?

JOB: I've got something!

Fleur Mas had the world at her feet but also, controversially, was acquainted with... Stefan Bodecker!

Oi, even I know him.

Used to own the coveted members club, The Zecker, where he would groom underage girls before forcing them to have sex with the great and the good.

Allegedly.

LUCIENNE: Politicians, royalty.

The rich and famous.

PIET: Well, denies it all.

There's no concrete evidence; there's a lot of legal threats to silence people.

He's currently out of the country avoiding arrest on suspicion of pretty much everything.

"No to Silence," that's about sexual abuse, right?

Yes!

Uh, set up two years ago to encourage women who have been victims of sexual assault to go public.

Launched by a Hester Gill, we have an address for her in a rooftop floor apartment in Plantage.

Possession, low-level dealing, assaulting a police officer.

Okay, let's speak with her.

So, let me get this right.

Our victim Fleur was about to do a concert for these guys, but she was in bed with, um... JOB: Well, not necessarily in bed with... BRAD: But all right, maybe in bed with Bodecker.

She was also being stalked.

Which we haven't found in our systems yet.

And now she's dead.

Right, let's see what Arjan's gotta say.

LUCIENNE: He's not gonna say it over the phone, is he?

Doesn't have to.

Cuts the call if I'm on the money.

(dialing out) ARJAN (on phone): What now?

Hey.

Fleur Mas's death.

Connected to Stefaan Bodecker?

(call end beeping) Find out where Bodecker is.

Yeah, I'm on it.

What about the Zecker Club?

Uh, yeah.

Isn't it now a dead trendy supper club called Maya?

BRAD: It is indeed.

Owned by former Zecker Club employee Anouk Prinsens.

Great.

I'll talk to her, see if she ever came across Fleur.

You don't want to speak with Femke?

No.

Do you?

No.

She never liked me.

That's true.

All right, you can talk to her.

I'll just irritate her.

It's fine by me.

And me.

(sighs) (orchestra playing) BRAD: Nice pictures!

No, no, no!

Don't be shy.

What are you looking at them for?

I mean it's odd, don't you think, you storing photographs...

Especially since Fleur Mas had a stalker.

Are you accusing me?

We are.

It's our job.

CHRISTIAAN: If you must know, I had a soft spot for Fleur and I'm not afraid to admit it.

Even though she was going out with Femke there?

CHRISTIAAN: The heart does what the heart does.

Right... (discordant playing, playing stops) CAROL: Sorry, can I have a moment?

Thanks.

The cellist.

What was her relationship like with Fleur?

She's benefitting from her absence, right?

Well, to be honest I think this is her idea of a nightmare.

She didn't throw the acid, if that's what you mean.

BRAD: How can you be sure?

'Cause I was with her at the concert, and afterwards.

Just because you didn't witness the incident doesn't necessarily mean you didn't have a hand in it.

If you'll excuse me.

Femke.

You recognize me now?

Yeah.

Can I ask, Stefaan Bodecker, you know him?

From the news, yeah.

What's he got to do with Fleur?

Fleur used to play concerts for him when she was younger.

Did you know that?

Did she ever mention him?

We didn't talk about the past.

One last thing.

Your boss, Mr. Timmerman?

He liked Fleur a lot, right?

Enough to stalk her?

You tell me.

♪ ♪ (bird squawking) ♪ ♪ Not our usual haunt.

Couldn't be more public?

Well, that's the whole point.

(clears throat) And I wanted to tell you about the Battle of Schooneveld.

The what?

The Battle of Schooneveld, the first one, not the sec... Well, actually, either.

Do you know them?

Not overly.

Well, you might someday.

That's why you wanted to meet?

Pretty much, yeah.

Well, seeing as we're here, stop me if I go off piste.

We're thinking an underage Fleur Mas was groomed, sexually abused by Bodecker.

Then circulated.

Was she going to go public about Bodecker?

Or...?

The powerful people he procured her for.

So she was silenced very publicly, presumably as a warning to others.

Hester Gill, maybe?

Where do you fit in?

Who says I did?

Come on.

I've never seen you this nervous.

These women come to you with their stories or did you go to them?

Tell me.

Look, Piet, I like you, and I really trust you.

Mm.

But it took me years to gain their trust and part of the negotiation was that I wouldn't share anything with anyone until I shared it with the world and see that justice gets done pretty fast.

Why fast?

Now... better run.

Battles to fight.

And, Piet, happy birthday.

♪ ♪ Where can I find Anouk?

Upstairs.

Thanks.

(dance music playing, indistinct chatter) This about Fleur?

I saw it on the news.

Did you know her well?

Not that well to be honest.

People booked her for private performances.

We had some here.

Her talent, even back then, was, was incredible.

Just performances?

I don't know.

What was Fleur like?

She must have been what-- 15, 16?

Shy.

Innocent.

Not used to the big city.

Did she have a chaperone or did Bodecker take care of that?

Did you know what was going on behind the scenes generally?

No.

To my eternal shame.

I didn't know anything about it.

You really didn't have any idea at all?

(exhales) Hindsight is an amazing thing.

I mean I saw things, moments, really, that should have made me think but didn't.

(humorless chuckle) You don't always put two and two together.

As a woman I have to live with that.

Mm... Recline and dine, right?

How come you took over this place?

When it all blew up in Bodecker's face, he had to get rid of it fast and cheap.

I'd just come out of a divorce that was messy but... lucrative.

So when did you last have contact with Bodecker?

When the deal went through, over a year ago now.

We were never friends.

Bodecker doesn't do friendships with women.

Especially not strong ones.

♪ ♪ (distant dog barking) (key jingling) (drill whirring, door opens) (nail drops) ♪ ♪ Oh, great.

♪ ♪ (leaves rustling) (wind whipping) ♪ ♪ (gasps) (breathing heavily) Acid.

(liquid splashes to the ground) You want some?

That's okay.

I'll pass.

Is your apartment normally that messy or you had visitors?

What's it to you?

Well, I'm not sure yet.

Commissaris Van der Valk.

I'm investigating the death of Fleur Mas.

(scoffs) Like hell you are.

Police are all bastards.

I thought given that you started "No To Silence" you might wanna talk.

Help me find out what happened to Fleur Mas.

Maybe I'm wasting my time.

I didn't have you down as the silent type.

Are you baiting me?

'Cause I don't like that.

I talk when I'm good and ready.

Not when some policeman or any man gives me permission.

There's a worm in the bottle.

They don't tend to like acid.

But... well, they love tequila.

Smartass.

(glass shatters) Get out!

♪ ♪ (shaky breaths) (ship horn blaring) ♪ ♪ (distant telephone ringing) When do you have time to read a book?

It was a gift from Arjan.

Right, how we doing?

Stefaan Bodecker, the stuff he was accused of and, and the scale.

We've got procurement, trafficking, coercion, grooming, rape...

The list goes on and on.

And as for the age of some of the victims... BRAD: Nothing comes even close.

Do we know where he is?

Word is he's on this superyacht owned by an Russian oligarch in neutral waters somewhere in the Mediterranean.

Any associates?

BRAD: Ivo De Witt.

Right-hand man, Fixer, schmoozer, black belt.

Last heard of in Jakarta, Indonesia.

And Quinten Arkes, pretty boy, rumored to go into clubs and pick up girls.

We've got a number for him and an address somewhere in an industrial area of Oud Zuid.

Right, you two, pay him a visit.

Anouk Prinsens?

Checks out.

Married and lucratively divorced a record producer.

Took over the club about a year ago.

What about Femke?

BRAD: She didn't know anything about Bodecker and Fleur.

But guess who does have a lot of images of Fleur on his laptop?

Artistic director Christiaan Timmerman.

Tech are on it as we speak.

JOB: We also double-checked Fleur Mas's stalking complaint, and, well, there doesn't seem to be one.

BRAD: Maybe she told Femke she reported it but didn't.

Couldn't face it?

Or didn't have the confidence in us to do anything about it.

Yeah, well, Hester Gill wasn't a fan either.

Bodecker-- ever marry?

BRAD: He doesn't really strike me as the marrying type.

♪ ♪ (distant telephone ringing) This yacht.

We need to know if he's on it.

♪ ♪ Just talking about your case.

A link to Bodecker's activities?

Yeah, well, Fleur Mas's parents don't think so.

They were very defensive when I asked them about him.

A "loyal family friend."

They won't hear a word said against him.

Well, that would mean acknowledging they handed their daughter over to a suspected pedophile.

Indeed.

Denial is a powerful thing.

How can we help?

Bodecker's meant to be on this superyacht somewhere in the Mediterranean.

Be good to check.

Yeah, well he won't come back here, will he?

He'd be arrested on sight.

Well, not if he has powerful people to protect him.

I'll contact Interpol.

Do you want them to board the yacht?

Rattle his cage?

That's fine by me if they do.

I just need to know if he's there.

Just leave it with me.

We need to be clever.

If Bodecker's got friends in high places, they'll find some excuse to take the case off us and had it over to the Secret Service "in the interests of national security."

Then we'll never bring down the bastard.

If we can find him, we'll get him.

LUDLOW: Oh, and Piet...

I have three daughters.

Anything you do to nail Bodecker is fine by me.

(beeping in distance) (distant dog barking) (quietly): Okay.

(television playing) (television playing louder) MAN (on TV): ...Cutting them in such a way that we don't end up with seeds.

So, here we go... ♪ ♪ There we go, okay... BRAD (quietly): Oh God!

(loud bang) Police!

Hey!

Come 'ere!

♪ ♪ (both breathing heavily) What are you planning on doing with that?

Eh?

(toilet brush clatters to the ground) LUCIENNE: Who were you expecting?

(heavy breathing continues) That's a kretek, right?

Smoke them a lot in Jakarta.

Where Ivo De Witt is.

Or maybe was.

We heard you was friends with him-- and Bodecker.

I'm not saying anything.

You want to check on her?

She seems pretty out of it.

Sure.

LUCIENNE: You out of it as well?

(breathing heavily): No!

I don't know anything about Bodecker.

You used to.

(breathing heavily) Look, where can we find De Witt?

Pay you a visit, did he?

Clearly scared you.

Why?

Boss, sorry to interrupt, she's having a fit in there.

What do you mean she's having a fit?!

She's havin' a fit!

What-- should I call paramedics?

No medics, please!

Not so fast.

Me first.

De Witt.

Where?

Huh?

I really...

I'm serious.

De Witt?

I don't know.

I promise.

Seriously, Lucienne, she's not looking good in there!

The blood's all drained from her face.

Please call medics then!

Address!

Now!

Okay, okay, he's at the bar, Waterkant, that's where he does his stuff.

And what does he want with you?

I don't know, he's searching for some muscle, and I told him no.

Please!

Yeah, go.

♪ ♪ ARKES: She's dead!

You guys killed her!

You guys are just like them!

She's all right.

She's just fast asleep.

I was, uh, pulling your leg.

(sighs) What's her name?

Ella.

Ella.

Is she one of Bodecker's?

Yeah, that's why she's like this.

I got her out, you know?

I hate what they did to her.

Help us then.

They'd kill me.

♪ ♪ Okay.

De Witt hangs out at Waterkant.

(indistinct chatter) (cellphone ringing) Yes?

♪ ♪ (laughter, chatter) ♪ ♪ (tires squealing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (car fast approaching) (groans) ♪ ♪ (grunts) (groans) ♪ ♪ (groans) ♪ ♪ (groans) (Piet straining) Back off.

You're out of your depth.

(gasps) ♪ ♪ (groans) LUCIENNE: You okay?

What happened?

(sighs) (hoarsely): De Witt.

He did a runner.

Did a job on you as well by the look of it.

I nearly had him.

Well... Well, maybe you'll get another go.

I checked with local landlords.

He lives around the corner.

If you'd just waited, could have saved you a beating.

More importantly, he knew we were onto him.

Someone warned him.

(seagulls squawking) There's de Witt's.

I'm not about to shoulder that.

Over to you.

(picking lock) (lock clicks) You coming or what?

♪ ♪ Bodecker and friends.

PIET: Grooms girls here.

Flies them to the mansion.

Let's get forensics down here, have this place watched 24/7.

Okay.

♪ ♪ (cell phone ringing) (ringing continues) Yeah.

Got it.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) (paper rustling) Any news?

Dahlman called.

Interpol can't confirm if Bodecker is on that yacht.

Hester Gill might be next.

She didn't take to me.

Maybe you can build a bridge with her.

♪ ♪ (knocks) Hello?

Hester?

Inspector Hassell.

You in there?

We want to help.

♪ ♪ (card sliding underneath door) I promise...

I'm here to help.

(sniffles) ♪ ♪ (car door closes) (birds twittering, insects chirping) Oh, you.

On your own?

Drink?

No thanks.

It's a nice place.

Belongs to my family.

Fleur and I wanted to get out of the city.

Somewhere no one could find us.

How did you?

Timmerman.

Who else knows you're here?

No one.

That was the point.

Not that it mattered in the end.

You found Fleur's killer yet?

We're working on it.

Ivo De Witt.

You recognize him?

We think it links to Bodecker.

Why?

She did some concerts for him.

She did concerts for loads of people.

Fleur would have told me if anything... Would she though?

We didn't do secrets.

You started going out with her before you'd finished with Lucienne.

That was a secret.

Lucienne know you're here?

Would it matter if she did?

No.

You wanna to talk to her?

No.

No, her neither.

(places glass down) Just be careful, yeah?

(door opens) ♪ ♪ Penny for them?

Not worth that much, to be honest.

(Brad sighs) Timmerman checks out.

Apparently his computer's swimming with emails desperate to improve security to protect Fleur.

(starts) LUCIENNE: Well, there's no sign of De Witt or Bodecker.

They could be anywhere.

And Bodecker's grooming and trafficking empire's still running, right?

Even if he's out of the country.

If rumors are true he's running an international network.

Why stop?

Powerful people never think they're going to get caught.

FRANK: That's why I left the priesthood.

I spoke out.

They silenced me.

Get the man a beer.

CLIFF: My pleasure.

(cell phone chimes) Um...

I've, I've gotta go.

Is that okay?

Sure.

(pats Brad's shoulder) It's just you and me, kid.

Just you and me!

FRANK: And me.

(Frank chuckles) (engine buzzing, horn honks) ♪ ♪ (people chattering) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oi!

(Frank starts) Anouk Prinsens told you she had no contact with Bodecker, right?

Yeah, not since she took over his venue.

She lied.

According to this, she's had contact with him hundreds of times over the last year.

Via her computer.

Nice one.

(drops pen) Ha!

Who needs Job when you've got me, eh?

(cellphone vibrating) (door closes) (sniffs) (places object down) I got you some money.

I don't want your money anymore.

Yeah you do.

Is the casino not paying?

Or are you in debt again?

What are you, my mum?

In effect.

(clicks tongue) Is the casino on a level?

(scoffs) Meaning what?

Meaning... has anyone ever propositioned you to... ...to do anything else?

(scoffs) No.

I just want you to be careful.

ELISHA: It's the 21st century.

I stand behind a table and deal.

I don't sit in a window and I do not need you looking out for me.

I love you, Elisha.

And we'll get through this.

We always do.

So you keep saying.

Trust me.

(inhales) Close the door on your way out.

Or stay and watch me do another line.

It's your apartment after all.

♪ ♪ (dance music playing loudly) (lively chatter) (music, chatter continue) ♪ ♪ ANOUK: Hey, what can I get you?

I'll save myself, thanks, working.

Need a word.

Anouk!

Uh, give me one sec.

Hi.

PIET: Uh, sorry, excuse me, does Job live here?

Who wants to know?

Oh, I met him at the gym, we said we were gonna grab a tea together.

You, at the gym, seriously?

Yeah, I know, you gotta... gotta make the effort, ain't ya?

Anyway, he's showing me the ropes.

Is he in?

Nope.

(sighs) Oh, I'm sorry, it was a messy split was it?

What?

He's my brother!

Oh.

Jerk!

Who shall I say called?

Jerk, jerk's just fine.

(music playing) ANOUK: Sorry.

How can I help?

Why did you lie to me earlier?

You said you'd had no contact with Bodecker; in fact, you've had a lot.

Just business.

I thought I'd bought this place for a steal.

It turns out he's played me.

Mainly over the tenancy agreements.

I can't afford to sue him so I've had no choice but to be in contact with him.

You could have said that.

Yeah, well nobody likes admitting they've been made a fool of.

And, given what he's been accused of, I don't want anyone knowing that I have any dealings with him.

Ah, looks like your date's arrived.

Not my type.

Thanks.

Maybe we'll get a couple of beers though.

Sure.

Everything okay?

Give or take.

Arjan just left.

♪ ♪ On the house.

(phone vibrating) On your feet, soldier, Arjan wants to meet.

Now.

(groans) (pained grunt, coughing) (winces, groans) Are your ribs hurting you?

Only when I laugh.

(door opens) (groans) (thud, glass shattering) ♪ ♪ It's De Witt, back exit.

Do you think he found Arjan's evidence?

No, Arjan was way too clever to leave it here.

Way too brave to talk.

What was he doing at the club?

I don't know, but he had words with Anouk, who lied to us about not being in touch with Bodecker.

Yeah, of course.

Fine, good.

Well done, thanks.

(indistinct chatter) I get the gist.

He was beaten up before he was thrown out.

All right, leave it with me.

HENDRIK: Forensics have come through, Stefaan Bodecker's prints are on record.

All over De Witt's house.

Doesn't exactly help, we figured he'd been there at some point over the years.

Well, try the last 24 hours, hmm?

Yesterday's newspaper was in the bin, his prints were all over that.

Your man Bodecker's back in town.

PIET: Search the place.

BRAD: What we looking for?

You'll know when you find it.

You left in a hurry.

Is everything all right?

Forget the pleasantries, we need you to come with us to the station.

What, now?

PIET: Yeah.

Right now.

LUCIENNE: I saw you having an argument with Arjan.

Now he's dead.

What was that about?

He, um, he came to warn me that I was in danger.

(sighs) I did see things years ago.

Arjan taped me telling him everything I know.

So why not tell me that?

Because Arjan swore us all to secrecy.

Us?

I was one of several women, Fleur among them, who Arjan tracked down and convinced to open up.

Hester Gill?

All right, well, we'll send someone round to her apartment.

What was Arjan's plan?

To get enough evidence to bring down not just Bodecker, but everyone else he serviced.

No one was going to be able to take them on solo, but together, with Arjan's help, maybe.

What is the evidence?

I'm not sure.

Uh, but two days ago Arjan finally hacked into Bodecker's computer.

That's the real reason I was still in touch with Bodecker.

Arjan used my computer to gain access to his.

And Bodecker knows he's been hacked, right?

I think so.

So why were you angry with him?

Because I didn't think it was safe for us to be seen together.

And clearly I was right.

You know we can offer you protection.

A safe house.

(knock at door, sharp gasp) (knob turning) (louder knocking) (loud knock) (gasps) (screams) Anything at Maya?

Clean as a whistle.

Okay, we're arranging a safe house for Anouk Prinsens.

I want you to take her.

Got it.

HENDRIK: Arjan Hersi.

No prizes for guessing the cause of death.

Multiple injuries consistent with a fall from a height.

Fractured spine, pelvis, femurs.

Fat emboli in the lungs.

What?

Is that relevant?

Yeah, I think so.

Globules of fat from the bone marrow gets in the bloodstream, and circulate around the body when the bone's broken.

Meaning?

Well it means that Arjan was still alive, his heart was still pumping, when he went out the window, when he hit the car.

And, just for the record, cigarette burns to the eyelids-- nasty.

(cell phone ringing) Hello?

Yeah?

Okay, okay, one thing at a time, where are you?

♪ ♪ (distant siren wailing) They got to Arjan, didn't they?

Did they kill him?

Yes, they did.

(whimpers) That means I'm next!

Are you sure this place is safe?

Yeah.

I gave what I had to Arjan and destroyed everything else.

(sniffles) On his advice.

Did Fleur?

I'm not sure.

But I know she kept a notebook.

We need Arjan's evidence.

Do you have any idea where he might have hidden it?

No, that was the whole point.

Do you know Anouk Prinsens?

Not really.

She worked at the Zecker after me.

They got me young.

Anyone else who might have spoken to Arjan?

Or was it just you, Fleur, and Anouk?

No, there were others.

Someone called Ella.

Yeah, we know of her.

But it was mainly me and Fleur.

It's all right, we're almost there.

(tires screeching) JOB: What's this?

(sighs) What about De Witt's at Waterkant?

Do you know it?

Look at me.

Do you see me?

I mean, really see me?

Well then you'll know that I know every wall, every corner, every inch of that house, and of De Witt.

And of Bodecker.

How did you get out?

Best thing I ever did.

Some men like someone that's damaged, but for Bodecker, it kind of went against his, uh, veneer of respectability.

It was a turn off for him, and the rest.

For me, a constant reminder.

What's with these kids?

Oh, come on.

Come on!

♪ ♪ PIET (voiceover): What did Arjan hack into?

HESTER (voiceover): Video tapes of the rich and powerful with underage girls.

Bodecker filmed everything.

That was, uh, his insurance.

Imagine who you think is involved.

HESTER (voiceover): Now, go higher.

They'll silence you as well.

It's over.

LUCIENNE: You've come so far, I said I was here for you and I meant it.

We'll protect you.

We'll take you to a safe place.

(scoffs) Are you kidding me?

The streets are safer.

But seriously, what planet are you on?

All of us are targets.

They'll stop at nothing.

Neither will we.

I'm better on my own.

(unclicks seatbelt) Let's go.

(cocks pistol) One move from either of you and she's dead.

You!

Get out of the car!

Hands where I can see them.

Keys, get the keys!

Come here.

No, no, no, no!

Get your hands off me!

Shut up!

DE WITT: I told you to back off.

Maybe this time you will.

Let's go!

(tires screeching) (frustrated grunt) They took Anouk.

Brad and Job were ambushed at gunpoint.

What, are they okay?

Yes, they're okay, thankfully.

They must have been followed from the station.

Sounds more coordinated than that-- someone intercepted, like, like they knew the direction we were heading in.

In the same way someone knew to tip off De Witt we were onto him.

Is it someone in the station?

Maybe Fleur Mas did report the stalking.

Maybe it just didn't get onto the system because we didn't want it to.

(ship horn blares) All right, any word on Anouk?

LUCIENNE (over phone): No, there's nothing, but we got a whole team searching for her.

Right, bye.

Did you get any sleep at all?

(sighs) I shouldn't have come, not when you're so busy.

You're right-- got to try and make life and work mix.

I just find it hard.

Actually, I've been thinking.

I think we should, um...

I don't know, I'm not very good at this sort of thing.

I don't seem to be able to know how to say what people say... Shall I say it for you?

That'd be great.

You're finishing it, right?

Exactly-- what?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

The opposite, I think we should... take it to the next level.

Which is what, exactly?

Well, I don't know.

I'm mean, I'm pretty rusty.

I don't know is there, is there an app maybe?

I mean, you know it's all that, uh, stuff, innit?

It's all the... commitment.

Exclusivity.

Get a dog?

Trips to Paris?

Exactly, yeah.

Paris!

Trips to Paris.

Well, I'm not sure, I mean... don't want either of us to get hurt.

Right?

You know, just keep it light.

Yeah, I mean lightly.

Yeah.

Light is fine too, you know me.

As light as a feather.

Don't get me wrong.

I could fall.

I could really fall.

And we're so different, and there's a lot we don't know about each other, and... Well, total opposites really.

But opposites can attract.

I'm getting married, Piet.

Oh yeah?

Maybe I should go.

Yeah, maybe you should.

♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking) Take it you weren't just passing.

I'm sorry about Fleur.

She was clearly very special.

Why are you here?

To warn you to be vigilant.

I mean, I figure Piet did too, but I guess you'd ignore him and do the opposite.

But listen to you?

There's always a first time.

You could have rung.

I deleted your number.

Apparently, Fleur kept a notebook.

Does that mean anything to you?

Um, I know she had bad experiences with men.

But she didn't want to talk about them.

There were nightmares and flashbacks.

Sometimes she'd lash out at me when we were... She was vulnerable, and I felt protective.

She needed me.

I'm sorry for any hurt I've caused.

But you're strong.

Be nice to be weak for a change.

Pepper spray.

You romantic.

Just in case.

Vehicles from last night.

Not registered and CCTV has given us nothing.

JOB: Anouk's phone-- disabled and untraceable.

This lot really know what they're doing.

And they're succeeding.

Fleur Mas and Arjan both dead.

Anouk Prinsens probably dead too.

They're erasing every trace.

Why would Bodecker come back, though?

Right, he's a wanted man.

Why didn't he just get his heavies to do everything?

Well, maybe he panicked.

Maybe what Arjan has is too explosive, or maybe it's something else.

Yeah.

(distant phone ringing) We bothering you?

Arjan gave me this.

It's about a battle in the Franco-Dutch War.

The French can't be behind this, can they?

JOB: Why would Arjan do that?

He also mentioned something about the first battle, and not the second.

So, it's like a clue then, right?

I reckon so.

To what?

Finding the evidence he's got.

Yes.

That's it!

Mm-hmm.

He's found something that no one else would understand but you.

And he's confident that only you will know what he's talking about it's... it's brilliant.

Yes.

Genius!

Well.

No pressure.

None felt, because I have a secret weapon.

You.

(phone ringing in background) Okay, it was a sea battle, 1673, between the allied Anglo-French fleet commanded by Prince Rupert of the Rhine.

(scoffs) Prince Rupert of the Rhine.

You're making that up.

No, I'm not.

Was Arjan into history?

Not that I know of.

And you're sure he said the first battle?

The first battle, and not the second?

To begin with.

Then he said, "Either, really.

it didn't matter."

Huh.

You heard from Hester Gill?

No.

I forgot, Dahlman wants to see you.

Mmm.

(grunts) JULIA (voiceover): We've got a problem.

I've was asked to close the investigation, and hand it over to the Secret Service.

Right.

Protecting pedophiles being a matter of national security?

Yeah, so it would seem.

Don't even think of asking me to stop.

Arjan Hersi was a friend of mine.

I don't have many-- I got one, maybe two.

I don't mind being beaten up, but I'm not having someone putting guns to the heads of my team... Piet, I said I was asked.

I didn't say we would.

Keep going, just be careful.

How was rehearsal?

Carol doing okay?

We'll get there.

Ticket sales?

Through the roof.

Fleur's death has generated a lot of publicity.

Are you okay?

You look exhausted.

Do you want me to get you a car?

No, I'll be fine.

♪ ♪ Any leads on the whereabouts of Arjan Hersi's evidence?

No.

Just keep Julia in the loop.

(door opens and shuts) (scoffs) You're slipping.

That's way too quick to say you've no leads on Arjan's evidence.

What have you got?

How do I know I can trust you?

We got a cryptic clue from Arjan.

We're working on it, but I'm wary there's prying eyes.

Work somewhere else then.

God knows you do the rest of the time.

♪ ♪ (grunting, struggling) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (shuts drawer, opens another) They got to Timmerman.

He's in hospital, unconscious.

What did they want with him?

What does he know?

He knows where Femke lives, let's go.

(glass shattering, Femke gasps) (cell phone vibrating) (sighs) She's not answering her phone-- floor it!

It is floored.

She can handle herself, right?

Yeah, more than you.

I gave her some pepper spray.

Well, you call this flooring it?

(engine revs) (screams) (spraying, gunshots) ♪ ♪ (tires screech on gravel) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (floor creaks) Hi.

Anything?

No one.

(holsters gun) Any ideas?

Yeah, there's a place we used to go.

(pained grunt, blood splattering) (spits) Where's the notebook?

Back in the fields.

(screams) Where in the fields?

Where you won't find it.

Wanna bet?

You chose the wrong place to hide.

LUCIENNE: I don't think so.

Hey, how you doin'?

Over there.

Hey, do me a favor, and reach for that gun of yours, okay?

Lucienne!

What?

Not so brave, are we?

I wouldn't reach my gun in time.

How about we even things up a bit?

(gunshot, pained scream) (agonized groaning) What?

He pulled a gun on me.

(pained groaning continues) Bring me to hospital... Tell us where Bodecker is and we might go a bit faster.

Where's he staying?

Where's he hiding out?

You want me to do that other knee?

PIET: Easy.

She always like this?

(breathing heavily) Should have brought a picnic.

I want to know exactly what happened to De Witt.

Oh, um, we took him to the hospital, (oh phone): and he's fine.

I'll call you back.

(hangs up) The Secret Service are all over us.

(bird squawking) Ahoy.

I'm no good with boats, I get sea sick.

Even if I do that horizon thing.

It's about the, uh, middle ear balance.

We might have something on Bodecker, though.

He was never married, but he was in a long-standing relationship with, uh, Maya Hagelin.

Maya like the club?

It's a coincidence, right?

LUCIENNE: Thanks for calling me back.

We got De Witt.

He's been hospitalized and he's under armed guard.

What have you got?

Why would Anouk Prinsens name her club after Bodecker's partner?

HENDRIK: Hi!

Listen, Piet, all your cutlery's blunt as hell, mate.

You're not doing an autopsy down there, are you?

Pea and celery soup.

HENDRIK: I thought people might need some nourishment.

Well, we got work to do.

I didn't know you'd knocked off for the day.

HENDRIK: Well, I'd got everything done that I needed to, including a very successful VMD session.

That's Vacuum Metal Deposition to you.

So you get zinc and gold...

Right, Hendrik...

It's a way of getting fingerprints off fabrics.

Off your shirt, from your altercation with De Witt, and of Arjan's from his.

Well, we already know it was De Witt that hit me.

Yes, I appreciate that-- God, me, me, me, me, me!

But what you don't know is that it's also a match for the fragment found on the smashed glass the acid was in.

So we can confirm he committed the acid attack against Fleur Mas.

And killed Arjan.

Thank you!

HENDRIK: More importantly, what do people feel about celeriac?

Yeah.

Do I need to be worried that you're going to shoot someone else?

Maybe, time will tell.

That's not really the answer I was looking for.

Anything in that notebook?

Yeah, plenty.

Fleur might have been able to bury her trauma, but she clearly couldn't let it go.

Quinten Arkes got in touch.

LUCIENNE: His partner, Ella, says there's another property that Bodecker uses.

It's not De Witt's, it was on the Keizersgracht.

Let's get down there.

HENDRIK: Oi!

What about this soup?

Keep it warm.

Huh!

♪ ♪ LUCIENNE: How do we wanna play this?

Well, I don't think we wanna just knock.

You two stay here, wait for our signal.

We'll head 'round the back.

How's that gonna help?

These houses just back on to the ones on the next canal along.

Yeah, I know how the canals work.

Oh, beautiful.

Don't worry about it.

We need to access your garden.

(chiming) (birds chirping) Nope.

Three... three!

Yup.

♪ ♪ Right.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) Don't move, don't move!

Mr. Bodecker.

Sorry to interrupt.

You going somewhere?

One of his girls, are you?

I didn't think so.

Named the club after your mum, right?

You're his daughter.

Move it.

LUCIENNE: So Arjan didn't come to the club to warn you.

He came to threaten you.

I told you, I was on his side.

You were lying-- all that stuff about helping Arjan hack, complete invention.

You just knew about all that from Daddy, right?

This whole thing has been about you protecting your father.

My father is innocent of all the crimes he's been accused of.

(scoffs) How do you figure that?

He's been framed.

Do you really believe that?

Forget he's your father for a minute.

From one woman to another, I'm asking you, speak out for the women who can't.

What's it gonna take?

If my clubs were being used to procure girls, it was done without my knowledge.

JULIA: So why leave the country?

Because powerful people who were involved needed a scapegoat.

Could you fetch me a glass of water?

I'm an innocent man.

And I'm not a stupid woman.

We get that you're just a cog in a bigger wheel.

You have footage of people way more powerful than you having sex with underage girls, correct?

And you think that's going to protect you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

LUCIENNE: Did they abuse you too?

I didn't have you down as somebody who'd just stand by and watch as a woman.

Unless you, too, have been a victim.

And, like the other girls, you were too scared to go against Daddy's will.

Now that's really got to hurt, hasn't it?

Being groomed by your own father.

What, did he tell you it was okay?

Did your mother know?

It was Maya Hagelin, right?

And what happened to her?

You leave my mother out of this.

Maybe she knew.

Maybe she found out.

Or was she in denial?

Did she just refuse to let herself admit it?

That her daughter was no different to the rest?

Or maybe she was a pedophile, too.

She was not like them!

Is that an admission?

BODECKER (voiceover): Do you truly believe that members of the police department, the judiciary, the government... dignitaries, celebrities, sportsmen, presidents, maybe even royalty, are capable of such heinous acts?

And more.

And we'll prove it.

Then I look forward to seeing your evidence.

We have Fleur Mas's notebook.

It's just a paranoid fantasy, isn't it?

LUCIENNE (voiceover): I don't believe in the afterlife.

But those that do say that once their loved ones cross, they know and see everything.

Your mum will know everything that happened.

Imagine.

The question is, do you want to help us bring them down or are you just going to revert to type and be Daddy's girl forever?

My father is an innocent man.

Do you know what I don't get?

Why you came back.

It's risky, reckless even.

So come on, let us in, you know you want to.

(bemused exhalation) Let's talk about Arjan then.

He's like a fly around crap.

You keep swatting him away, he keeps coming back.

You know what he's got, and you panic, you tell powerful people there's a problem, and they get jumpy.

No matter where you are, you know they can still get to you-- kill you.

Unless you come back, sort out the mess.

Eliminate the problem.

And rescue Anouk.

She's implicated in the evidence, right?

That's the real reason you came back.

For her.

But how do you know they won't kill you anyway?

(sniffs) Because... if any of this was true, which it isn't, but if it was... perhaps I might have measures in place to protect me.

So that if anything was to happen to me, or to Anouk, anything from death, down to a modest custodial sentence, the truth will out.

Across the world.

So you've got them over a barrel.

Them... and you.

This won't make court, let alone jail.

What it will do is make you unemployed.

PIET: Not if Arjan gave us information that will lead us to his evidence.

BODECKER: But if he'd done that, you'd have it by now.

No, whatever it was that Arjan hacked into and stole is lost to the world.

Shame-- a missed opportunity to nail whoever it is behind these oh-so-terrible crimes.

JOB: I was thinking about what Arjan said.

About the first battle, and then the second battle, and then about it not mattering.

He said that just so you'd remember it, and you did, and it doesn't matter because they're both in the same year, 1673, 1-6-7-3.

That's the message.

BRAD: But what is that, like, a pin number, or...?

HENDRIK: An address?

BRAD: A code to a safe?

HENRIK: A post code?

Did he say anything else?

He wished me a happy birthday.

Oh, happy birthday.

I'm sorry we missed it.

It wasn't.

Well, wh-when is your birthday?

I mean, I'm not asking because I want to buy you a card but maybe it's, it's relevant.

Ninth of April.

JOB: The ninth of April, 0904... Aries, headstrong.

Charming, apparently.

Yeah, well that's astronomy for you.

Astrology, Brad-- did Arjan know when your birthday was?

PIET: Yeah he did.

I met him on it once.

0-9-0-4.

Where would you normally meet him?

We had a cafe we met at.

But this time Arjan insisted on the bike park at Central Station.

(quietly): 0-9-0-4-1-6-7-3...

He didn't say why, he just he said he wanted somewhere as public as possible.

So why not Dam Square?

Or Leidseplein?

Museumplein?

JOB: 0-9-0-4 or 1-6-7-3.

HENDRIK: The ferry number?

Or a bus?

BRAD: Or put together, could be a bank account.

LUCIENNE: Yeah, he's hidden evidence in a bank account in Central Station.

(Piet sighs) Stag do... BRAD: Stag do, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I went on a stag night with some mates, all got pretty messy, we was dressed as Vikings, that was it.

Yeah, all got pretty hazy after the woman with the cake and the bloke with the very strangely shaped...

The point please, Brad.

The point.

Uh, yeah, sorry, no.

One of the stags joined us late, and he had a rucksack with him, and instead of taking it around town with him, we forced him to stash it in the left luggage department and you needed a code to get in there, I seem to remember.

That's near the bike park.

0-9-0-4.

Or 1-6-7-3.

HENDRIK: Yeah, no lockers start with a zero.

1-6-7-1, 1-6-7, here!

1-6-7-3.

LUCIENNE: Let's find out if Arjan's left you a birthday present.

(keypad beeping) (door clicks open) (laughter) Get him a life jacket!

MAN (groaning): Yeah.

(shuts laptop, audio stops) We've got them.

Have we?

Yes.

JULIA (voiceover): We take copies of the material, we take measures.

We act.

(doorbell rings) JULIA: Hi, Lisa, is your dad up?

Yeah, he is.

(indistinct chatter) Dad.

Jan. Hey!

Good news?

Yeah, yeah, very.

You got a minute?

We found Arjan's evidence.

Excellent.

We're going to give you 20 minutes to leave your family with the dignity you don't deserve, a dignity you didn't allow some of those girls.

Now, we've come to you first.

You're on the footage.

Often.

You need to lose weight 'round the middle.

Prison diet should help, especially ten, 20 years of it.

You can't speak to me like that.

JULIA: Some of those women were younger than your daughters.

He can speak to you any way he likes.

PIET: And unlike Fleur Mas's reports of being stalked, we're not about to go away.

And before that head starts thinking... JULIA: We've taken measures to ensure that if anything happens to us the footage will be released to every major media outlet in the world-- it's Bodecker's idea.

And Arjan's.

♪ ♪ (distant telephone ringing) Oh!

You seeing Lena later?

No.

Next level not work out then?

(distant phone ringing) Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Actually... no.

I've got something I want to tell you.

Um, it's the reason I was late, it's complicated but I have a sister, and let's just say we have our differences.

I know.

You do?

Were you going to tell me?

I figured maybe it was private.

We all have our secrets, right?

Anyway, I just, um, I just wanted you to know.

You know if it kicks off... Yeah, I know, I, I need to share.

No.

If it kicks off, we're all here for you.

Okay?

♪ ♪ It should feel better than this, right?

Yes.

What's she doing here?

♪ ♪ Bodecker!

(gunshots) (Bodecker grunts) (screaming) On your knees, on the ground now!

(muffled screaming) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) MAN: Sorry, coming through!

Brave of you to go ahead.

Technically we're not.

We've been told we were canceled on account of Hester's actions.

We go ahead anyway.

It's a sellout.

I'm proud of you.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah, you know me.

Staying for the concert?

Yeah, we all are.

Piet?

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