SOULFUL MUSIC PLAYS
SHE EXHALES
PHONE RINGS
Please. Not work. Not now.
'No, it's not work.'
I could just do with some company right now.
OK, but listen, I'm playing pool.
I WAS playing pool.
Thanks. Bye.
Hi.
Good evening!
To what do I owe the honour?
There's got to be more to life than this, right?
There's nothing wrong with a game of pool.
Thin line between being stupidly in love and just being stupid, right?
You're asking me? I am.
OK.
I'm all yours, but we're gonna need a few more of these first.
HUSHED BREATHING
Shh, shh... SHE GROANS SOFTLY
VOICES ECHO IN HER HEAD
WHISPERING: It's all right, it's all right...
VOICES CONTINUE TO ECHO
RAGGED BREATHING
GASPS SOFTLY
SHE WHIMPERS
SHE CHOKES
BELLS RINGING, CHATTER
What? It's protein. Yeah?
Yeah, your average serving gives you about two grams of protein...
..and about seven grams of fat.
TAPS LIGHTLY
Seriously? He's never gonna hear that.
BANGS
Wakey, wakey! Police! Open up!
We got a stiff.
A woman's body's been found. Right.
You didn't think of calling? We did.
Loads. Late one, was it?
Hotel American, it looks suspicious...
Er, possible murder.
Right, we'll be there in ten.
Shut the door.
LAUGHS
CAMERA WHIRRS
GAGS
CHATTER ON POLICE RADIOS
Lovebirds, 60 degrees.
Aamina Jabara. 23.
Cleaners found her like this
when they came and checked the room this morning.
She's got bruising on her neck, possible asphyxiation.
Vomit in the bin,
as you do. What is wrong with people?
Cut on her side.
No phone on her, no cameras in the hotel or the immediate vicinity.
However, the receptionist did say she saw her come in,
just before...
8pm.
Room booked in her name? No.
It's under a Francis Rakoczy.
Paid in cash for it weeks ago.
Next of kin been informed? Not yet.
Right, you'd better get yourself round there, then.
Me?
I don't think he's ready for that.
Why not? It'd be a good experience for him.
No, yeah.
No, yeah, I'll be fine.
On your head be it. As always.
It's from The Gilbert Library & Museum.
Never heard of it.
That's because it's full of books, Brad, and mysticism.
Weird stuff? Yeah, if you call wisdom weird.
I call it rare.
Especially where Brad's concerned.
Ha (!)
Yeah? Well, where is this mysterious house of wisdom
when it's at home, then, 'ey? Round the corner.
I see the gossip mill's gone into overdrive.
You OK with that? Fine. You?
Course.
Dumped, raging hangover - it's a perfect start to the day.
Glad I asked.
Will you follow me, please?
It all got a bit hazy after we left the pool bar.
Yeah.
Alcohol will do that. Did we talk?
You did. Till dawn.
Anything I said I need to know about?
You told me a lot of secrets, that will go with me to the grave.
..how Christ's suffering on the cross
was the prize humanity had to pay for redemption.
Zinzendorf is much maligned,
wrongly thought of as a control freak and arch-manipulator...
..rigid in his beliefs and militant in his expression of them.
Actually, it's my conviction
that his beliefs still have much to offer.
His concerns then are our concerns now.
INDISTINCT WHISPERING
The piercing itself,
the very moment Christ's skin was cleft apart,
a turning point in history.
To Zinzendorf, the side wound
was the most holy of the five wounds.
The hands, the feet, but most of all...
Commissaris Van Der Valk. Inspector Hassell.
Klaas Gilbert. How can we help you?
We're investigating the death of a young woman.
Aamina Jabara.
Yes, I saw her around,
but I never spoke to her.
Yeah, I know her.
She was a sweet girl, came in two, three times a week.
Usually sat in the same spot
and kept herself to herself.
Did you see her yesterday?
Yeah. Anyone speak to her?
Not that I noticed, but I'm in and out. No reason why I would.
Do you know what time she left? Just before eight.
Did she seem OK?
Clearly distracted.
She left a rare manuscript unattended.
She'd never normally do that.
OK, well, we will need a full list of members
and the names of anyone
that's visited the library in recent weeks.
Either of you know the name Francis Rakoczy?
Of course.
Rakoczy was an 18th century Transylvanian composer,
philosopher, adventurer.
He's more commonly known as the Comte de Saint-Germain.
Ah. The alchemist?
Yes, one and the same.
But isn't he meant to be immortal?
There are esoteric groups that believe that Saint-Germain
is an Ascended Master who has lived for over 500 years.
Right. And the groups that think this,
they wouldn't happen to have an address for him, would they?
Alchemy? Lead into gold and all that?
Yeah. The lead of matter into the gold of spirit.
I didn't know you knew about that stuff.
Didn't have you down as spiritual.
Well, those who know do not speak.
Those who speak do not know.
It's exercise for the soul.
Oh, you got one of those, then?
Well, on the off chance we're not dealing with a legendary immortal,
why would someone book a room in the name of a dead bloke?
I don't know.
What do we know about Klaas Gilbert?
Er, industrialist and philanthropist.
Made a fortune out of metal casings, widely considered
one of the most spiritually advanced people in Holland.
Is he, now?
Right, you check out the second coming.
I'm gonna get a coffee.
Dad! Will you wake up, please!
You did this!
This is YOUR fault, Dad.
You!
Have some respect.
Listen, you talk about respect, yeah?
Why should I have respect for you?
EXHALES
She was my sister, man.
GLASS SHATTERS Stop this now!
Why? Enough.
Don't talk to me like that!
Aamina hated that photograph.
Did you know that? You don't get it, do you?
You've no idea what you've done.
You drove her away,
like you drive everybody away, and now she's dead.
I'm sorry, officer.
When was the last time you saw your daughter, Mr Jabara?
She's busy, she... she works shifts.
She's a nurse at the local...
Was.
What was she doing in a hotel bedroom?
She could have been taken there against her will, yes?
Yes, it's a possibility.
But, at the moment, there are no immediate or obvious signs
that that was the case.
She was a good girl.
Devout.
She looked after us after her mother died.
Always respectful.
You said she was devout.
Did she have any other interests?
Other religions, for example?
Of course not, we're strict Muslims.
Take your time, there's no rush.
These are the last of the books Aamina had been looking at recently.
Quite a collection. And all paid for by industry?
Isn't that a bit of a contradiction?
No, not at all.
It's quite a tradition in Amsterdam.
The mercator sapiens?
The wise merchant.
And all the images Aamina was looking at are similar, right?
Religious erotica, essentially?
I'm not imagining this, am I?
That's a nun picking penises off a tree.
It's from the Roman De La Rose.
It's one of the most famous examples of medieval courtly literature.
Rose is both a character's name and a symbol for female sexuality.
And this is all Aamina was into?
Pretty much.
Anyone else look at this recently?
Sorry to interrupt. Aamina Jabara?
Dead. No (!)
Time of death between six and ten last night.
After eight. We've got sightings before.
Cause of death almost certainly asphyxiation.
There was sexual activity,
vaginal penetration, although it's not clear what with.
Consensual?
Well, it's impossible to be completely sure,
but there's no obvious signs of force.
What about that cut?
Superficial. It was done with care and precision,
so she wasn't slashed. It's not necessarily a violent act.
A fetish maybe? Possibly.
Or maybe vampiric.
I've swabbed around the wound,
possible traces of saliva.
Someone licked her wound?
Takes all sorts. Enough saliva to get a DNA sample?
Mixed with her blood, it's difficult.
All right, well, try.
You got any other delights? Yeah.
She had ayahuasca in her system,
which explains the purging.
AKA vomit.
Aamina Jabara had taken ayahuasca.
Ai-what-what?
Ayahuasca. A drug made from vines and leaves from the Amazon,
known for its hallucinogenic effects.
Loved by backpackers.
All right, thanks, Cliff.
It's a drug trip and a ritual in one.
And the brew, they call it Soul Wine.
It first makes you vomit, and after that you have these mystical visions
which open up a gateway to the spiritual world.
Sounds like a regular Friday night. Well, the vomit bit anyway.
Right, what we need to know is where you can get it in Amsterdam.
Or maybe we should just ask Cliff.
Hey, a friend of mine who visits a ayahuasca church
says it's transformed his life. I could talk to him.
Where's Homeless Frank? I don't know.
I haven't seen him in a while.
All right. Well, let me know if you do.
Are you hoping to solve this case
before or after your heart attack, Brad?
Man's gotta eat. Rakoczy?
No-one in Amsterdam with that name, not even your weird undead mystic.
What about the family?
How was that? Eventful.
Strict Muslim father, stressed out brother
who blames him for driving his sister away.
She worked as a nurse until she quit six months ago.
Dad doesn't even know. Quit to do what?
Work at The Graaff Clinic. The one where they hand out drugs.
That's the one, it specialises in radical approaches to addiction.
It's best known for giving long-term addicts free heroin
to keep them off the streets. Only in Amsterdam.
Supported by local governments.
Weird. It's not that weird.
The crime rate in Central Station has dropped.
So, what we talking, then? Sex game that's gone wrong?
Or pre-meditated murder.
Otherwise, why pay cash in advance for the room?
Secret affair. He's just covering his tracks.
Yeah, or he knew exactly what he was gonna do there.
Or she.
Hey, just in time to see Brad have a seizure.
Great. Not before time.
So, Aamina Jabara was really into religio-mystical texts
of an erotic nature.
Now, that's heart attack material. And she wasn't alone.
All the books she looked at have also been accessed by one...
Sister Catherine.
Only the address she gave
turns out to be a disused warehouse down by the docks.
Nun-hunting? My new favourite sport.
That is really not OK to say.
All right, Father Job.
Anyway, I doubt this woman's a real nun.
Why would you dress up as a nun and go to a library if you're not a nun?
Cos it's Amsterdam.
Pfff. KNOCK ON DOOR
Anyway, you tell me where in the Bible it says,
"Verily thou shalt not ponder what is under thy habit."
Erm... Sergeant Brad De Vries, Criminal Brigade.
This is Job Cloovers.
How are you feeling? Ugh, I'm fine.
So... SHE CLEARS THROAT
..I checked out Klaas Gilbert, and get this -
the metal casings that pay for his spiritual library and museum?
Same kind used by the military for bullets.
What d'you make of that?
A guru who makes weapons?
Well, it's The Art Of War.
Well, we treat addiction as a health problem,
rather than a criminal one.
So, without this programme, these people would most likely be dead.
The number of fatalities from overdoses are at an all-time low,
crime figures are down,
so that promotes, you know, the city, it encourages tourism.
How many addicts do you have in the programme?
Er, right now, we have over a hundred patients, yeah.
So Aamina Jabara came into daily contact
with over a hundred heroin addicts?
In a safe environment - I prepare the dosages myself.
Do you have addresses for your patients?
Sure. For those who have them.
What exactly did Aamina do here?
Erm... she would, you know, help us in any way she could.
She really, er, got the place.
She was lovely. She'll be a great loss.
So you knew her well? No, not really.
She came in for about two, maybe three days a week.
She'd only been with us for... maybe six months.
How did you find her?
Er, she approached me. She said she'd heard about my work.
From who?
Erm...
Mention family at all? No, not to me.
What about ayahuasca? It was in her system when she died.
Anyone here into that?
We have various treatments,
but none of them involving ayahuasca, no.
But then again, we can only police our patients inside.
Outside... who knows?
Late, sorry, I got delayed.
Sorry, Spike, you know the rules.
No, no, no, no, but listen, erm,
you know, I just got tied up, and, er, it wasn't even my fault.
I got here as soon as I could.
It doesn't matter. Your appointment was an hour ago,
so you have to wait for the next one.
No way. Come on. That's hours away.
Rules are rules, Spike.
Sorry, Spike.
Come on.
BELL TOLLS
Whoa.
Behave. Please behave.
What's the collective term for nuns, anyway?
Gaggle?
Posse?
A waste? Superfluity, actually.
Let me do the talking. Excuse me, Sister.
Sorry to bother you.
My name's Brad De Vries, with the Criminal Brigade.
We're just wondering whether you might...
recognise this good lady of the cloth?
No, I'm sorry.
I do not recognise her.
Oh. But I only arrived here today.
That's a shame, but... thanks anyway.
Er, listen - why don't you, erm...
take my number,
and if you do come across her, then just give me a call.
OK. Hendrik says he can't identify the DNA in the saliva.
That make any sense to you? "Licking someone else's wound."
You ever come across that?
Enough trouble licking my own.
How you doin'?
Guess addicts aren't known for their timekeeping, right?
Makes no difference to Graaff.
OK, well, if you're not a fan, why do you come?
SPIKE LAUGHS
Smack's the best in Holland.
Pure as driven snow, all part of the service.
Do you know this woman?
Or anyone who does?
Might help us find who killed her.
What's in it for me?
Well, does there have to be something in it for you?
If you don't wanna be treated like an addict, don't behave like one.
Otto.
Otto something-or-other.
They, erm, had a thing going on.
OK, where can I find him?
What, do I look like I keep an address book?
Erm, excuse me, Sister?
Have you seen this woman?
Yes. That's Sister Joan.
Not Sister Catherine?
No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Erm...
We would very much like to speak with her, if that's at all possible.
Well, I'll see if she's free.
Thank you, Sister.
Yeah, boss, it's a blessing.
I've found our nun.
I found our nun.
Well, of course, I've...
I've taken a vow of celibacy, but I...
BELL TOLLS
..I like erotica.
Do you have a problem with that? Me? Christ, no.
Sorry. No.
Just because, er... I'm on a diet
doesn't mean I can't look at the menu.
Do you know Saint Teresa of Avila?
Not personally, no.
She had mystical visions
in which she was lanced by the spear of Christ.
You don't have to be Freud to realise that she was repressed.
I just don't have the repression.
Yeah, I'm... getting that. Yeah.
Excuse me.
There was an Otto Nelissen who used to attend the clinic.
Hardcore addict. Has form.
Did three years for stabbing his dealer.
There's no address, but they've sent a photo.
OK, let's take that photo of Nelissen
around the usual drug haunts.
You head back, do some digging on the Jabaras.
Does your Mother Superior know about your... private interests?
I wouldn't want to do anything to embarrass the Order.
Which explains the false name and address.
The library is my outlet.
If anybody knew, I...
..I wouldn't be allowed to go, and I...
..I would find that hard.
So you lie to her instead?
It's a matter of conscience.
Aamina Jabara.
Do you know her?
Well, I've seen her in the library,
yes, but I don't know her, no, not really, no.
She's been murdered.
RECITES PRAYER
"Behold his tears, O Lord,
"and through his infinite merits...
"..hearken to him when he intercedes..."
"For us poor, miserable sinners."
Catholic.
Lapsed.
Very lapsed.
What was Aamina like?
Aamina?
SHE INHALES SHARPLY
She was lovely.
She was my friend.
We shared the same interests.
We talked.
What did you talk about?
About how a... a nun
and a devout Muslim girl both ended up into mystical religious erotica.
SHE CHUCKLES
For her, it was a...
a rebellion against her father and...
..and how strict he was.
And do you know how she got into it?
She said she met someone.
Did she say who?
A name, maybe?
Was it a man or a woman?
Man... I think.
Sister Joan, this is really important.
Anything you know, anything at all,
it might help us find out who killed her.
Hendrik...
can you send me Aamina Jabara's autopsy photos?
They used to meet at an Airbnb.
I have the address.
Thank you.
You know, the wound in Christ's side is exactly where Aamina was cut.
Meaning? I don't know yet.
She seemed genuinely upset. Clearly very fond of Aamina.
Yeah. Clearly lies on a regular basis, too.
You don't think it's strange she knows about this Airbnb place?
Not really. Aamina confided in her.
All right, let's double-check the library footage,
see if you can find Aamina and Sister Joan on there.
DOORBELL RINGS
SHE SIGHS
BELL RINGS INTERMITTENTLY
RINGING INTENSIFIES
CONTINUOUS RINGING
RINGING FADES
HE PANTS
Argh!
Erm, I looked into the Jabara family, and guess what?
Aamina Jabara had a twin sister. Aamina Jaba...
Yeah. Erm, her name is Zafira.
I looked into her birth record, and...
..ran the Jabaras through the system.
Police records show Zafira was cautioned
for a minor drug offence a few years ago,
but there are no prints, and she was released without charge.
So, OK. Imagine...
Guys? Mm-hm?
What if... Zafira was kicked out of home,
or she ran away, and then was erased from the family altogether?
VAN DER VALK SIGHS
Less of the dog-with-two-dicks stuff - just spit it out, man!
OK. Which sister's in the morgue?
Aamina.
Cos her father positively ID'd her, and he would know the difference.
Right, especially because he checked the tattoo first
before he identified her.
Only thing is...
Zafira is the one with the tattoo.
It's an 'A' in a circle, so I checked her social media page,
and she hasn't posted for a while, but when she did,
just over a year ago, she posted this,
which clearly shows the tattoo.
Zafira is in the morgue.
Aamina is still alive.
Why would the father lie when he identified the body?
Why did Aamina run away from us?
I don't know.
I can go talk to the family?
No. I'll do that.
See if the father can explain himself.
What else you got?
Erm, I'm going through the list of ayahuasca sources
that Cliff sent to us and there's...
there's footage from the library for us to look at.
OK. Well, I'll head over to the library then.
Also, there's the Airbnb -
we found leaves from the Banisteriopsis caapi vine.
That's used to make ayahuasca.
Erm, the apartment was booked by a... Louis Tsarogy,
and, as for Count Von Zinzendorf,
1700 to 1760, he ran an obscure Christian cult
that worshipped the wounds of Christ...
I don't need a history lesson, Cloovers!
Just find me the guy that gave the talk.
Yeah, no, I will do.
SOFTLY: Ba-ba-ba...
It's a bit harsh. Kid's a genius.
What's he want, a medal?
No. Some encouragement would be nice.
What's your problem with him, anyway?
I don't have one.
If the body's Zafira...
..what was she doing with her sister's ID and notebook?
INDISTINCT CHATTING
Busy?
Oh, we're having a book auction later.
"Religious Manuscripts And Medieval Incunabula".
Right.
You could've mentioned you'd written a book on Saint-Germain.
I've written lots of books.
Who's Louis Tsarogy?
Er, Saint-Germain, it's another pseudonym.
Like Rakoczy? Yes, exactly.
The girl who was killed died in a hotel room
booked in the name of Rakoczy...
and stayed in an Airbnb booked in the name of Tsarogy.
That's a bit strange, don't you think?
Maybe she was into Saint-Germain?
Oh, I got the impression she was into religious erotica.
Although, thinking about it,
she was cut with a knife where Christ was speared
and taken ayahuasca.
Does that make any sense to you?
No. It's, erm...
extreme Christian ritual and shamanic mystical journey -
two very different experiences.
Then maybe she... knew someone who was into Saint-Germain.
Thank you.
Where were you last night between eight and ten?
HE SIGHS
At home, at my desk, working.
Anyone verify that?
I live alone, so, no.
I'm a spiritual man, Inspector.
Taking a life is not usually thought of as a path to wisdom.
Says the man who makes money out of bullets.
I'm not massively comfortable with it,
but I inherited the company,
and I try to give back whenever I can.
And I like to think that if I did kill someone,
I wouldn't leave a trail of clues linking back to me.
Unless you're amused by that kind of game.
Are there many other Saint-Germain experts out there?
Not that I know, no.
Have you got any enemies?
Enemies?
I refuse to focus on any form of negativity,
so, no, I don't think of anyone as an enemy.
OK.
Hey, no, please listen.
It's fine, honest.
Don't worry about Dad.
We need to come together now as a family, all right?
It'll be fine. Just come home, please. Zaim!
I tried you at home.
Is your father here too?
Yeah. He'll be out in a minute.
What about your sister?
Aamina, I'd like to have a chat with her.
Is that meant to be a joke?
No, it's not, I saw her on a tram earlier.
Did Aamina have a tattoo on her chest?
An 'A' with a circle round it?
But Zafira did, right?
Yeah, she...
she got it about three years ago.
And Dad found out, and that's when it all kicked off.
What did the 'A' stand for?
She never said.
Mr Jabara,
I need to know why you identified your daughter as Aamina.
Zafira's been dead to me for three years now.
I got sick of the lying, the drugs, the stealing,
and the sex.
Seeing her body, I was just... relieved it wasn't Aamina.
But why lie to us? Why not tell us?
I was overwhelmed.
Ashamed of her.
Don't you wanna know who killed her?
HE SIGHS
She got what was coming to her.
Well, I need to find who killed her.
Do you know where Zafira was living
or what she'd been doing since she left home?
We had no contact.
Aamina did, though.
Zafira got back in touch a few months ago.
Were they close? Yeah.
When they were younger.
Aamina was seeing someone. Did you know that?
Yes.
That's why we argued. It's why she left.
Who was it?
She wouldn't say.
I just hope it's not too late.
Too late for what?
I don't want to lose her.
I got Zaim to ring her and tell her that I'd change,
and I wanted her home.
Please... find her.
INAUDIBLE
Yes, hi.
Um...
The guy that gave the talk on Zinzendorf...
Uh-huh.
One second.
Lionel...
Can you spell that for me?
V.
E.
Do you have a contact address for him, by any chance?
No. No, thank...
That's fine, thank you. Thank you.
Lionel Veith.
SIGHS
My whole world just collapsed!
'Seven start. He'll be there. Do it.'
How does this happen, hey?
Um...
Stay right there.
Excuse me, sir, can I just stop you? My name's Brad De Vries,
I'm with the Amsterdam Police, I just wanna have a quick word.
Yeah. Yeah, sure. Good man.
Oh!
GROANS
Can we let her know Aamina's still alive, please?
Not until we get independent corroboration.
You forgot to mention this.
Is this how you knew about the Airbnb,
because you'd been there together?
I'm not ashamed of what we did.
I thought I had control over my instincts, but then...
It didn't take much?
It just felt right.
She was exploring her sexuality, and, er...
..she said her eyes had been opened.
When was the last time you saw or heard from Aamina?
A couple of days ago.
And apart from the Airbnb, did she mention...
any other places she hung out, or friends, or family?
Have you ever heard of Count Von Zinzendorf?
The dead body we found had a side wound
where Christ's wound was located.
Someone had licked it.
The erotica I am into is somewhat more gentle.
Is it?
You're not exactly your typical nun though, are you?
One apple pie, laced with Ayahuasca.
Oh.
Ha. Oh.
I had him right there for the taking as well.
Gather you lost Otto.
Yeah.
Femke's outside.
Hey, buddy. Some articles I think might be of interest...
about Ayahuasca. Hmm.
There was one thing.
She was telling him to do something.
"Seven start. Meet him there. Do it."
OK. How does that help?
Er, the talk guy...
Erm... Lionel Veith.
He's gonna be at a book sale at the library tonight,
starts at seven.
Well, let's be there. We know he's dangerous.
Anything else?
Erm, yep.
Er... I double-checked Zafira Jabara's drug history.
One, she used to be a patient at Graaff Clinic.
And two, when she was brought in for her first minor offence,
she was with Otto Nelissen.
He can't have been going out with both twins, can he?
Who knows?
The addict who put us onto Nelissen was shown a photo of Aamina.
Maybe he thought it was Zafira.
That it?
Erm, no. Er...
the 'A' tattoo, it stands for atheism.
Are you OK?
Yeah, just returned, er...
I thought getting stabbed hurt.
When did you last see Otto Nelissen?
Erm... months ago. He was one of our more difficult patients.
Why didn't you tell us Aamina's sister Zafira
was a patient of yours?
It didn't seem important.
Ah, I think that's up for me to decide, isn't it?
Well, I'm very sorry,
but confidentiality is a really important issue here.
Yeah, so's lying to the police in a murder investigation.
OK.
Why is this relevant?
Because it seems as though Zafira was killed,
not her sister.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
She was a... a sweet, sweet soul.
She had her demons, all right, but I thought she'd conquered them.
Because you got her clean?
Yeah. Yeah.
We do all sorts of treatments here, and, er...
well, she was receptive.
Her drug-taking was just a rebellion
against her father's absurd religious beliefs.
And once we'd cracked that, she was free.
Zafira not into religion, then?
Vehemently atheist.
What about Aamina?
Much more conventional. So how did you meet her?
Part of Zafira's issue was with her family.
Getting well meant reconnecting. With her sister, at least.
And Aamina was so grateful, that she offered to help us out.
You should have told me that to begin with.
Where were you last night?
I was at a television studio giving a live interview about the clinic.
We can check. Oh, please do.
Oh, we will.
PIANO MUSIC
Sister, how nice to see you.
Klaas.
Are the convent going to put in an offer...
We're in.
Is everyone in position?
Yep.
Me too.
You checked Graaff's alibi yet?
I haven't had a chance to yet, but I will do.
'That's great. No rush.'
Maestro. How much are you hoping to raise?
As much as possible.
You, presumably, are keen on Zinzendorf's diary? Yeah.
Don't think I can stretch to 17,000 Euros, though.
Why are you selling it, anyway?
I've got everything out of it that I need.
Commissaris.
Do you know this woman?
No.
Should I? Well, she was found dead
in a hotel room on the floor above yours.
I've never seen her before in my life.
Why did Zinzendorf and his followers worship the wounds of Christ?
Christ's passion has long been seen as symbolic, as well as literal.
In that context, the wounds become an object of veneration.
So someone might try to mirror those wounds.
Would there be a sensual element to that?
Very much so.
Zinzendorf and his followers
were known for their extreme sexual practices.
The woman that was found dead had a side wound.
Are you into that?
I'm an academic.
Well, academics have sex, don't they?
I have an academic interest.
That's all.
He's here.
He's on his way.
Klaas Gilbert!
Murderer!
I'm sorry. Do I know you?
I want you to pay for what you did to Zafira!
I'm sorry, who?
Look at him!
All suave and sophisticated and spiritual!
You wanna know the truth?
This dirtbag preys on young women...
Maybe we should take this elsewhere.
First, you seduced Aamina,
and then her sister, Zafira.
Into twins, are you?
Some Gemini complex, is it?!
I think you should stop. So do I, Mr Nelissen.
Police.
No.
I'm just getting started. Put it down, Otto.
Just listen.
Put the knife down, Otto.
I loved her! Just put the knife down, Otto.
I loved her!
Put it down.
Exits, now!
Stay back!
Everybody back!
Come on, then.
I've got nothing to lose! We just wanna talk, OK?
There's nothing to talk about!
You wanna know who killed her, right?
You want the same answers as I do.
If it was Klaas Gilbert, help me prove it.
GUNSHOT
SCREAMING
ECHOING: Lock the place down. Make sure no-one leaves.
Found in a bin in the hall.
I'll get it to forensics, then.
We've got everyone gathered. Statements are being taken.
Security cameras get anything?
They were focused mainly on the books.
But we had people on the front door,
there were cameras on the back door and fire exits. No-one left.
Where was Klaas Gilbert when the gun was fired?
We know where he wasn't - in the lecture hall.
Like a lot of people, he left the room straight after we did.
That man's intrusion kind of broke up the event.
I went to my office to calm down. What's wrong with that?
A lot, I'd say.
A man just got shot moments after a confrontation with you.
No such thing as coincidence and all that.
I'd just been verbally assaulted in public,
in my own museum library.
I needed a moment to gather myself.
Not quite the Zen master now, are we?
No, I'm not good with conflict.
Well, how good are you with a gun?
I've never used one in my life.
You know about Saint-Germain and Zinzendorf.
What about Ayahuasca?
I know the basics.
And the accusations made against you?
Absurd, completely absurd.
Someone's clearly trying to frame me,
and you should be out there trying to find them instead of quizzing me!
Like you said, a man just got shot.
How many more on your watch, Commissaris?
Did you know the Jabara sisters or not?
I don't know either of them.
I do not prey on young women.
The man was deluded. I don't know where he got his lies from.
He got it from one of the sisters.
Come on, help me out here.
If you're telling the truth, why would anyone target you?
I don't know.
Well, think,
because if you didn't pull the trigger,
whoever did is still in the building.
No-one left.
Actually, that might not be true.
Where does this lead?
Out under the road.
It was dug as an escape route from the Nazis.
Anyone else know about this?
Anyone who knows the history of the library.
It's in the public record.
Well, as you can see, Aamina's come home and...
we agreed the first thing we should do is come and see you.
Why run from us in the first place?
Er, I panicked. Well, she's here now.
So, when did you last see your sister?
We were meant to be meeting last night.
I'd arranged to meet her at the Hotel Americain
at eight, but she didn't turn up.
So, when your brother called to say your sister had died,
you Facetimed Otto Nelissen. Why?
Well, I...
I knew how much Zaffy meant to him and...
I was sure Klaas Gilbert was involved in Zaffy's death.
Is that why you told Otto to go to the library to confront him?
No, that's not what happened.
We were just talking it through and Otto got angry and upset.
I tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't listen.
Did you know Otto had a knife? No, of course not.
How can you be so sure that Klaas Gilbert was responsible
for your sister's death?
Er...
Right, no offence, but I'm not in the mood to spare anyone's blushes.
We're gonna need to talk about your sex life.
Mr Jabara, would you mind stepping out for a few minutes, please?
Thank you.
Now, Aamina, we have to know, were you involved
in a sexual relationship with Klaas Gilbert?
Did you take Ayahuasca with him?
No.
He wanted me to but I wouldn't.
He's an expert, a shaman.
So you didn't, but your sister did, right?
Did you introduce them?
He was fascinated that we were identical twins.
Zaffy was always more liberated than I was.
Was she into mysticism as well? No.
No, when she turned her back on Islam,
that was her done with belief.
Were you annoyed that your sister became involved with Klaas Gilbert?
Bit jealous, I guess.
Klaas told me not to be, that being possessive
was just social conditioning, but...
Why did Zafira have your ID and notebook on her?
We've always swapped IDs.
And she was, erm, thinking of hiring a car
but had a ban against her name. I just wanted to help her out.
And I'd lent her my notebook for images and stuff.
Even though you just said she wasn't interested in spirituality.
She was thinking of getting another tattoo and wanted some ideas.
What about Sister Joan?
What about her?
You had an affair with a nun.
You're not such a shrinking violet, after all.
You were a bit hard on her, Piet. She's a suspect.
Well, you might want to get her fingerprints, then.
Should be on that glass.
What do you think of him? Disapproves of Zafira
and people like Otto Nelissen.
Now she's dead, so is Nelissen. Shame, that.
Our suspects keep dying on us.
It's interesting that he got his favourite daughter back.
Worked out well for him.
Hmm. Oh, and one other thing.
I thought you were going to give Cloovers a chance.
You encouraged me to. I didn't say I would.
Why, has he complained? No. Not yet.
Do you want us to bring Klaas Gilbert in?
No. Gonna wait till forensics come back on the gun.
What's your feeling on him?
He's definitely charismatic.
Although, I don't think he's stupid enough or arrogant enough
to book places with names that could lead back to him.
But what I do know
is that he wasn't the only one to leave the lecture hall
when Nelisson was shot. Plenty of people did.
Including Lionel Veith.
Why would he shoot Nelissen?
To protect Gilbert? They're both Zinzendorf fans.
Add Veith's movements to your digging.
You got anything on Graaff yet? Just that he's an arch-rationalist.
And when he's not writing about addiction,
he is giving lectures on...
"Realism, Reality and the Lie of Belief."
Good work, Job. Which presumably would make him an atheist.
Describes himself as an irreligious fundamentalist.
It's actually really interesting.
No, it's irrelevant if his alibi for last night stacks up.
Which it does. I heard back from the television studio.
He arrived at 7:50, went on air at 8:30 and left just after ten.
Least you could've done is pick a hole in it.
Right, Brad's round.
Job? Are you joining us?
No, I've got to get home to Mum.
You heard, he's got to look after his sick mum.
Yeah, that's what I say when I'm trying to get out of something.
BLUES MUSIC PLAYS
Wanna stay at mine again tonight?
No, thanks.
I've got to face home alone at some point.
I never liked her.
You never said. You never asked.
She never liked you either.
What? You're joking.
Will you be all right without me?
What, not sleeping on a wooden deck? Yeah, I think I'll cope.
By the way, you need a cat. You have mice.
Amsterdam's famous for its mice.
SINGING: I saw a mouse, where? There on the stair...
OK, just saying.
Hey! What have we got to do to get a drink round here?
In a minute, I'm thinking.
OK. Mate in three, I think.
Rook E1, check, King has to move to G2,
Queen C6, that's check again, Rook has to block.
Queen F3, checkmate.
Two coffees please, Cliff.
And there was me gonna tell you about tiny traces of metal
found on the library cellar door. I'm all ears.
Have to do more tests first. What's this I hear about you two
giving it the beast with two backs, 'eh? Office gossip.
Oh. I wouldn't pay it much attention if I were you.
I wonder where you heard that. Not Radio Brad, by any chance, was it?
I'll have you know, I'm the model of discretion round here. Really?
Is that why I overheard you earlier, expressing amazement
at the possibility of something going on between me and Piet
on account of the fact that I "batted for the other side"?
I would never use such a phrase. Oh, you did, all right.
Moments before suggesting that Piet here was, erm...
"batter-dipping the old corn dog".
Erm, and my personal favourite of yours, that he was bringing
"an al dente noodle to the spaghetti house".
HE CHUCKLES
I'm a poet and I know it. My Chambre de Venus is a spaghetti house?
How dare you. Shouldn't have been eavesdropping!
You were mouthing off to anyone who would listen.
Well, are ya? You two? You know...
Anything for us?
Good. Got that.
Er, maybe. The gun.
Klaas Gilbert's fingerprints are all over it.
CHURCH BELLS CHIME
MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES
Oh!
Miss me? VAN DER VALK: Yeah.
Yeah, it's been quiet without all the ranting. You OK?
'Course. You want me to fetch Gilbert?'
I'm almost out the door. 'Er, OK, sure.'
I actually meant are YOU OK? 'Course.'
Although I'm bothered about Aamina Jabara.
Her father said she was seeing somebody.
'Sister Joan did too. And whoever it was, was er, quite the influence.'
Graaff claims he didn't know her that well.
Does that mean it's Gilbert?
I'll take that as a no, then, shall I? The being OK bit.
Yeah, I'm fine. Let's move on.
Of course the gun has my fingerprints on it, it's mine!
Everyone knows I keep it in my desk. Someone must have taken it.
Why do you need a gun?
You run a museum dedicated to spirituality.
It's purely precautionary.
If I'd thought I'd have needed it, I'd have had it on me.
I told you, I've never fired one in my life!
We've spoken with Aamina Jabara and she's confirmed
the accusations Otto Nelissen made against you.
Well, she's lying.
You're saying you haven't had a relationship with either sister?
I have not!
Then why would someone who uses your library,
who you say you've never actually met, frame you?
I've no idea.
But I hope you wouldn't believe them without evidence.
Of course not.
You told me you knew the basics about Ayahuasca.
Aamina Jabara said you were a shaman. Which one of you is lying?
She is.
I stayed up late, did a bit of reading, came across this.
"Mystical Dutch Master Of The Amazon."
Says here you're one of the few Westerners
endorsed by Brazilian shamans to perform the ritual.
I like to keep the fact private. That article wasn't sanctioned.
You lied.
The indigenous community in Brazil don't really appreciate Westerners
acting as Ayahuasca guides or shamans.
I don't want to offend... You lied!
Yes, I lied. So, what else have you lied about?
Nothing!
What are Ayahuasca visions like?
Powerful. Life-changing.
Are they dangerous?
If they go wrong.
You have visions from your own belief system...
..of spirit ancestors,
beasts from the jungle, nightmares.
And you're guided through this?
That's the idea.
So, if your guide was manipulating you...
..cutting you whilst you were tripping...
..what would that be like?
Unbelievably frightening.
LUCIENNE: You don't think he did it, do you?
When I mentioned Sister Joan to Aamina Jabara,
she seemed surprised.
Maybe she didn't think we knew about the relationship.
Or maybe she didn't want us to.
No, she seemed surprised, full stop.
Can we check her timeline on the library footage? Sure.
What am I looking for?
The librarian said she seemed distracted,
left a manuscript out. Why?
OK. And what are you gonna do?
I'm off to see some nuns.
Thank you for seeing me.
Is your Mother Superior normally that grumpy? Oh, yes.
To be fair, she has just heard my full confession.
I bet that went down well (!)
I'm not sure she'll recover and, er...
SHE CHUCKLES I might need a new rosary.
How can I help?
In this footage from two nights ago,
Aamina Jabara isn't sitting in her usual seat, is she?
No. She sat somewhere else.
Why? I've no idea.
She left a manuscript unattended, which she wouldn't normally do.
Yeah.
I thought it was strange at the time.
She was meticulous about it.
She knew how much they were worth and...
Then she made a point of saying goodbye to me.
First time she did that.
DE VRIES: We'd like you to come down the station.
What for? An identity parade.
We're keen to eliminate some suspects from the investigation.
It would help us to know whether you recognise any of them.
They're just through here.
Right?
Morning. Morning.
You look different. Back off! Go and get Aamina.
We just want you to stand in line.
Aamina will walk in front of you.
I don't want you to do or say anything to her.
It's important, OK? OK.
Where we at on Lionel Veith's movements?
Er... Well, do it, do it now!
Piet, any need for that?
If he can't hack it, he shouldn't be in the job.
How was the library footage? Hmm, interesting.
All right, off you go.
She completely blanked her. Not even a flicker.
I don't think she blanked her. I don't think she recognised her.
Sorry.
You asked me whether there was any possibility
of determining the age of the tattoo.
It's difficult once the healing has been well established
and the body's initial inflammatory reactions have settled.
What were you hoping for?
Zafira Jabara had hers done at least three years ago.
You see, a tattoo looks unremarkable
on the initial external examination of the body,
but under the microscope, well... tells its own story.
The surface of the skin looks healed to the naked eye
but there are still residual inflammatory cells under the skin.
Which means what?
Well, it's been long enough for the surface to heal
but not the deeper tissue.
This tattoo is no more than three, maybe four weeks old, max.
It's Aamina.
So, are we saying Zafira killed Aamina?
We're saying she was involved.
I mean, that tattoo, that wasn't for us,
that was for her father.
Meaning the ID and the notebook were planted too?
Absolutely.
So Dad goes to identify the body,
he's expecting Aamina, but it's not her,
it's the other one. Imagine it. Big relief.
You know what I don't get? The library footage.
I mean, if it's not Aamina, why would Zafira go there?
We need to speak to your sister.
Zafira Jabara, you're under arrest
on suspicion of the murder of your sister, Aamina Jabara.
What are you talking about?
Don't be ridiculous.
The body you identified was in fact Aamina.
The tattoo was new. I'm sorry.
Do you seriously think I don't know my own daughter?
Well, that is a very good question. Do you have the same tattoo or not?
OK, it's the same.
So what? It's... It's recent.
Try three years ago. No.
I agreed to get it done as part of me and Zaffy
getting back into contact, as solidarity, Dad...
What does the 'A' stand for?
It doesn't matter what it means. It was about us being sisters again.
Atheism.
It's like she says, she... She got it done to be close to her sister.
I don't mind that, I believe her! You're quiet. What do you think?
I think this messed up family is so screwed!
Dad, come on! Surely you can see what I see.
Or are you just this desperate to believe it, you choose to ignore it?
And you... You want to be Aamina so bad
that you put us all through this, for what?
Zaim, what are you talking about? It's me? No, no, no.
It's not! You're not her, all right?
The way she did stuff, the way she just talked about things,
even the way you cook! Seriously?
I don't think I need to answer any more questions.
Either way, dinner will have to wait.
Let's go. No.
I dined in there. You can check with the waiters.
No, wait. I checked in first,
then I grabbed an early supper,
and then I crashed out.
OK. And you didn't by any chance see Aamina Jabara?
The girl in the photo?
Like I told your boss, I've never seen her before in my life.
Think, think, think.
Yeah.
You checked in... Yeah.
..you dined in there. Yeah.
And then you sat here...
Just for a moment... You had a clear view of the door.
Yeah. What time was that?
I don't know. Six or seven, maybe. Six or seven? Which one was it?
I'm sorry Mr Veith, but this is important.
Did you see anyone come or go?
Yes, well, er...
OK, I...
Well I'm... I'm almost certain it was nearer seven, because...
Ah!
I did see someone, actually.
So, we know what you did. We just don't know why.
I told you, you've got this wrong.
It's Klaas Gilbert you should be talking to.
This is you in the library two nights ago, isn't it?
Pretending to be Aamina, right?
Well, you sat in the wrong seat.
You didn't return a manuscript
and you said goodbye in a way Aamina never normally did.
Look, I'm not a robot.
People vary their routines sometimes, you know.
Really? Your sister died.
And you video-called your ex, pretending to be her,
didn't you?
Why not pay him a visit?
You scared if he got too close?
Have you heard yourself?
You pretended to be Aamina.
You convinced Otto that Klaas Gilbert had killed you.
You knew he was volatile, and you told him to confront Gilbert
and accuse him publicly. Why?
What is your problem with Klaas Gilbert?
CLOOVERS: Erm... I just spoke to Lionel Veith.
His alibi checks out, but...
I'm interested in Graaff.
He never mentioned Zafira,
yet he knew both sisters and Otto Nelissen.
Talk me through his movements.
Er, he arrived at the television studio at 7:50
and was there until ten, but...
OK, which we thought ruled him out
because we had sightings of Aamina at the library until eight.
Yeah, only it wasn't Aamina Jabara.
It was Zafira, pretending to be her. Excuse me...
So Aamina could have been killed in the hotel earlier than we thought.
Hendrik said time of death was anywhere between six and ten.
SLAMS ON TABLE
Erm, which... Which is why it's relevant
that Isaak Graaff was seen leaving the hotel just before seven.
It's... It's what I've been trying to tell you.
Lionel Veith saw him and recognised him
from a very public spat he had with Klaas Gilbert, in the press.
About what?
Belief, hypocrisy, and the fact that a benign shaman
makes money selling bullets and keeps a gun in his drawer.
He was raised in a really strict Catholic family.
Went to a seminary, only to be abused,
and now he sees faith as irrational
and all belief as an addiction to be cured.
Klaas Gilbert accused him of being in denial.
Graaff wasn't happy.
Tried and failed to sue him and got thrown out of court.
Klaas Gilbert stands for everything Graaff despises,
and that's why he wants him framed.
Oh, come on, Piet,
what do you say to the kid?
Did you complain to Dahlman about me?
What?
No.
No, no, I didn't.
Good.
Don't.
Erm... Should we go and talk to Graaff, or...
Not yet.
I want to crack Zafira Jabara first.
Hmm, and how are you figuring on doing that?
By giving her what I think she wants.
Mr Jabara.
INAUDIBLE
How are you?
I'm OK, Dad.
I just want to go home.
I know.
DOOR OPENS, KNOCKING
I ran your errand. Mm.
And if we could have a chat about metal traces,
when you've got a minute.
Everything I've done,
I've never been a good father, I know that.
And after your mother died, I was worse.
You were always the more challenging and independent.
Aamina was just easier.
Dad, what are you talking about, I am...
Fingerprints are unique to every individual.
Even identical twins.
Your prints, not Aamina's, were all over the library manuscript.
Tell the truth, Zaffy.
You're my daughter, my flesh and blood.
I don't care what you've done.
I'll forgive you anything. Anything at all.
I lost you once.
I don't want to lose you again.
Did you kill Aamina?
Or did someone else?
Someone you and Aamina were both involved with.
Just tell him, Zaffy.
All that stuff about Klaas Gilbert
being into identical twins...
It wasn't him, was it?
It was Isaak Graaff.
Can you ever forgive me?
Of course I can. It was all my fault.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Dad.
I just wanted to come home.
Isaak... said he'd help me.
That's fine.
What did you do?
Did you make a pact?
Graaff kills Aamina...
..and makes it look as though you were the one that died.
You step into Aamina's shoes and go home.
Graaff frames Gilbert for the murder of the wrong twin.
I mean, it's all his idea, I take it?
Why kill Otto Nelissen?
You...
You would have found out
that I had goaded him into confronting Gilbert.
Otto was a loose cannon, a loose end.
Isaak didn't like them.
So, he steals Gilbert's gun
and tidies up,
hoping to pin a double murder on him.
Did Graaff enjoy corrupting Aamina?
He'd done with me and wanted a new challenge.
He set his sights on Aamina.
He liked that she had further to go.
Aamina...
was so...
good.
You loved her so much.
The golden girl that could do no wrong.
I couldn't compete.
No.
You couldn't.
You could never compete.
Dad?
WHISPERS: What have you done?
Me?
You threw me out.
Do you have any idea what that was like?
You always sided with her, you always took care of her,
you never gave me credit.
What did you do to my daughter?
WHISPERS: I am your daughter.
No, you're not.
You were dead to me before.
You're dead to me now. And you always will be.
No, Dad, don't. Dad, please, don't.
Dad...
Dad!
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
INAUDIBLE
Just reading your thought piece about belief.
Not a fan, are you?
Well, like I say to my patients, you have to deal in reality.
There's nothing else.
Hmm, very wise.
Or is it?
So, you're the leading sceptic around here
and Klaas Gilbert is the leading believer.
Do you get on?
We've had our moments.
Yeah, I read about those too.
Like when he tried to get your clinic shut down
because it "obliterated hope",
or when he made that claim that you were in denial about your faith.
That's quite a spat.
That nearly ended up in court.
Klaas is a dreamer and a fraud.
He's a gun-owning hypocrite, who believes anything, everything.
LAUGHS SCORNFULLY And people look up to him for it?
You like certainty, don't you?
You're very black and white.
I can relate to that.
Well, I'm, er, pleased.
Is it a thrill? Corrupting someone like Aamina.
Taking her beliefs and slowly deconditioning her.
Even though you used to believe.
What happened?
I, er, I saw the light.
Now, is there a reason for your visit?
We unpicked your alibi.
The gloves you used when you shot Otto Nelissen -
I think they're the same one you used in the clinic.
LAUGHS NERVOUSLY
I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about.
They were flaked with tiny metal traces, weren't they?
Otherwise known as tin foil,
used by someone who preps doses for addicts.
Oh, and Zafira confessed.
So, yes...
..there is a reason for this visit.
Wow.
Are you gonna go for it?
BREATHES HEAVILY
Oh, don't let me stop you.
There's nothing on the other side, is there?
Only darkness.
Maybe there is something, though. What d'you think?
Is that a worry for you?
Fear of the beyond.
Once a Catholic and all that.
Do you wanna face that fear?
Or do you wanna jump?
This life's gotta be better than that, hasn't it?
Even in jail.
BREATHES HEAVILY
Let's go.
I told Sister Joan - Kim -
that it was in fact Aamina who was killed.
Is she OK?
She will be. She's a survivor.
Have you forgiven me yet?
What, for grassing on me to Dahlman?
I have, actually.
Yeah? Cos you know I'm right?
No.
Cos I know you weren't thinking straight.
By the way, there is.
There's what?
More to life than this.
But in the meantime...
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