(SEAGULLS CAW)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(MUSIC DARKENS)
(PLAYS CELLO SOLO)
(ORCHESTRA ACCOMPANIES SOLOIST)
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC FADES)
(PORTENTOUS MUSIC)
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(PHONE CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)
(ORCHESTRA CONCLUDES PIECE)
(CROWD HUBBUB) WOMAN: There she is.
(RAPTUROUS CHEERING)
(PORTENTOUS STRING MUSIC)
(SHRIEKS)
(SCREAMS) (DARK MUSIC)
(CHEMICAL SIZZLES)
(THEME MUSIC)
(PEACEFUL BIRDSONG)
PIET: Yeah, I'll get a latte.
Extra hot, split quarter shots,
no foam, with whipped, touch of vanilla syrup
and three sprinkles of cinnamon, please.
Mm-hm. And I'll get an espresso.
Sure. (MILK WAND HISSES)
Here you go. Cheers, Dave. Thank you.
Enjoy. Thanks.
CUSTOMER: Hello, mate. Can I get...
LENA: Guess what. What?
My meeting just got cancelled.
Great. Got the day off.
Wanna do something? Like what?
Well, we could go to a museum or take in a movie?
Meh. Meh.
Or we've got our bikes.
Got the 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)
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?
(PHONE RINGS)
Van der Valk.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC) (FERRY HORN BLOWS)
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?
Oi! 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.
OK, we need security footage.
It's already requested, but I will chase it up.
Should be with us any minute.
There's nothing on her call list or text messages
to ring any alarm bells so far.
What you got?
Ham and cheese croissant. And...?
Oh, Fleur Mas, yeah.
Um, 23.
Used to rent at Overhoeksplein, moved out a while back.
Plays one of them upright violin thingies for a posh orchestra.
A cello, Brad. It's a cello. Right, yeah.
Um, Dahlman says she'll inform the parents.
They live in the south. They're farmers, apparently.
Yeah, she's something of a child prodigy.
International concerts,
private audiences for the great and the good.
Quite a talent.
Have we got phone footage at the scene?
Yeah. Nothing useful, though.
It's on here.
Eyewitnesses at the scene
said that the killer was hoodied up.
Medium build.
Wearing black sweatpants and trainers.
Do we think the intention was to kill or just maim?
Jealous ex, I reckon.
Let's not jump to conclusions.
Well, it's the only exercise I'm good at -
jumping to conclusions.
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. Who?
Arjan Hersi.
Journalist. Hacker.
Thorn in the side of organised 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' will fill you in.
I'll be early tomorrow. I bet you were even born premature.
I was actually. Three weeks.
(SEAGULL CAWS)
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're taking up karate?
No, you know, sort of...
Oh, my God. Are we talking next level here?
No. 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.
Arjan. It's me. I know you're in there.
How?
I can smell burnt toast.
(KEYS JANGLE, LATCHES DISENGAGE)
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 on 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. No, you don't.
Well, yeah, 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.
Alright.
Keep me in the loop, yeah?
You know where I am. One step ahead.
Don't be worried about me, alright?
Oh, but I do worry. I'm a natural-born worrier.
Usually to my cost.
(DOOR CLOSES)
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. Spent three weeks in hospital.
Besides, he told us everything we need to know.
(DARK MUSIC)
(PHONE CHIMES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(ORCHESTRA PLAYS MELANCHOLY PIECE)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Christian Timmerman, artistic director.
We need to talk to you about Fleur Mas.
Brad, isn't it? Depends who's, uh, a...
Yes.
It is. And you are?
Femke de Haan.
Femke's our guest conductor and she really shouldn't be here today.
How else are we going to get Carol up to speed with two days?
Two days before... The Concert on the Canal.
We do it every year.
We, uh, have 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.
I see, and how well did you know each other?
Well.
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".
We didn't know.
That would have 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.
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(WOMAN BREATHES SHAKILY)
(SCREAMS)
(CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC PLAYS)
Hey.
I know, on superficial analysis,
I may come across as purely a jazz junkie,
but it's all the same, really.
Same notes, same feelings.
Just in different combinations.
(PIET TOSSES CD ON DESK)
This is her playing now.
So what actually killed her?
Hypoxia
due to acute chemical pneumonitis.
She aspirated, or breathed in, enough of the acid
into her lungs and airways
to cause severe, irreversible, soft tissue damage.
Couldn't breathe. Exactly.
Despite the artificial ventilation and everything else
they tried in the hospital overnight.
Broken glass at the scene's 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 gonna do life-changing damage.
That's risky in public. Maybe it was deliberate.
A statement.
What have you got?
Quite a lot, actually.
Fleur Mas was being stalked and she reported it, apparently.
OK, well, let's check and prioritise that.
Also, the concert she was about to give,
it's an annual thing for charity.
Ah, 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, uh, Femke de Haan.
Femke.
Oh, God. That Femke. You mean the Femke that...
I'm sorry. Who's Femke?
She's my ex.
Hey, can you get me security footage in the car park
between 8:45 and 9:00 this morning, please?
Thank you.
How you doing?
Love and pain. Always go hand in hand, right?
Just need to focus on work. Good.
Hmm.
Go on.
Ah, Femke de Haan, she's, um, 36 years old.
Yeah, could have told you that.
Trailblazing talent.
First female ever invited to be guest conductor here.
And the artistic director, um, thinks, although...
I mean, he could be wrong but, I mean... (SCOFFS) He...
The point, Brad?
He thinks that Fleur and Femke
started seeing each other...
..a while ago.
Anything else? I've got something.
Fleur Mas had the world at her feet
but also controversially was acquainted with Stefan Bodecker.
Ooh, 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.
Politicians. Royalty. The rich and famous.
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. It's about sexual abuse, right?
Yes.
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 apartment in Plantage.
Possession. Low-level dealing. Assaulting a police officer. OK.
I'll 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...
Well, not necessarily in bed with.
Well, alright. Maybe in bed with Bodecker.
She was also being stalked.
Which we haven't found on our systems yet.
And now she's dead.
Alright, let's see what Arjan's got to say.
He's not gonna say it over the phone, is he?
Doesn't have to. He cuts the call if I'm on the money.
(OUTGOING CALL RINGS)
ARJAN: What now?
Hey. Fleur Mas's death - connected to Stefan Bodecker?
(CALL TERMINATES)
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?
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 wanna speak with Femke? No. Do you?
No. She never liked me.
That's true.
Alright. You can talk to her.
I'll just irritate her. That's fine by me.
And me.
(SIGHS)
(ORCHESTRA PLAYS MELANCHOLY PIECE)
BRAD: Nice pictures.
No, 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.
If you must know, I had a soft spot for Fleur.
I'm not afraid to admit it.
Even though she was going out with Femke there.
The heart does what the heart does.
Right.
(CAROL PLAYS DISCORDANT NOTE)
Sorry. Can I have a moment? Thanks.
The cellist, what was her relationship like with Fleur?
She's benefiting 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.
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.
CHRISTIAN: You'll be fine.
Femke. You recognise me now.
Yeah.
Can I ask, Stefan Bodecker - do 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.
CHRISTIAN: OK, good luck.
(SEAGULL CAWS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
(VIDEO PLAYS INAUDIBLY)
Our usual haunt. Couldn't be more public.
Well, that's the whole point.
(PIET 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 some day.
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 and circulated.
Was she gonna 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.
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 with the world
and see that justice gets done pretty fast.
Why fast?
No. Better run.
Battles to fight.
And, Piet, happy birthday.
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
Where can I find Anouk?
Upstairs. Thanks.
No, they've cancelled. Ah, OK... (BOTTLES CLINK)
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS) (CONVERSATION CONTINUES FAINTLY)
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?
Hindsight is an amazing thing.
I mean, I saw things.
Moments, really, that should have made me think but didn't.
You don't always put two and two together.
As a woman, I have to live with that.
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. Uh, over a year ago now.
We were never friends.
Bodecker doesn't do friendships with women.
Especially not strong ones.
(DRILL BUZZES) (LOUD THUD NEARBY)
PIET: Oh, great.
(GASPS)
Acid.
You want some?
That's OK.
I'll pass.
Is your apartment normally that messy or you had visitors?
What's it to you?
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.
Smart-ass.
Get out.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(HORN BLOWS)
LUCIENNE: When do you have time to read a book?
It's a gift from Arjan.
Right, how we doing?
Stefan Bodecker - the stuff he was accused of 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 a Russian oligarch
in neutral waters somewhere in the Mediterranean.
Any associates?
Ivo de Witt, right-hand man.
Fixer. Schmoozer.
Black belt.
Last heard of in Jakarta, Indonesia.
And Quinten Arkes.
Pretty boy. Rumoured to go into clubs and pick up girls.
We've got a number for him and an address.
Somewhere in industrial area 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?
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 Christian Timmerman.
Tech are on it as we speak.
We also double-checked Fleur Mas's stalking complaint
and, well, there doesn't seem to be one.
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?
He doesn't really strike me as the marrying type.
This yacht...
We need to know if he's on it.
Ah, just talking about your case.
A link to Bodecker's activities.
Yeah, well, Fleur Mas's parents didn'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 paedophile.
Indeed. Denial is a powerful thing.
How can we help?
Bodecker is meant to be on this superyacht
somewhere in the Mediterranean.
Be good to check.
Well, he won't come back here, will he? He'll be arrested on sight.
But not if he has powerful people to protect him.
I'll contact Interpol.
Do you want them to board the yacht? Rattle his cage?
It'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 take some excuse to take the case off us
and hand 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.
Oh, and Piet. I have three daughters.
Anything you do to nail Bodecker is fine by me.
(SOFTLY) Yeah. (DOOR SLAMS)
OK.
(TURNS DOOR HANDLE, KNOCKS)
(TV PLAYS NEARBY)
MAN ON TV: So what we're gonna do is put them down here,
then we're gonna chop them up.
The question is, how do you like them - diced or sliced?
Winged or stuffed?
(MAN ON TV CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Oh, God.
(LOUD CLANG)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
BRAD: Police!
Oi! Come here!
Drop it.
What were you planning on doing with that, eh?
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 wanna check on her? She seems pretty out of it.
Sure.
Are you out of it as well? No.
(PANTS) I don't know anything about Bodecker.
You used to.
Look, where can we find De Witt?
Pay you a visit, did he? Clearly scared you.
Why?
Sorry to interrupt. She's having a fit.
What do you mean? She's having a fit. Paramedics?
Paramedics, please. Not so fast. Me first.
De Witt. Where? Huh?
I'm serious. De Witt. I don't know.
Seriously, Lucienne, she's not looking good in here.
The blood's all drained from her face.
Please... Address!
Now! OK.
OK. 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.
She's dead! You guys killed her!
You guys are just like them.
She's alright. She's just fast asleep.
I was, uh...pulling your leg.
(WOMAN MOANS SOFTLY)
What's her name?
Ella.
Is she one of Bodecker's? 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.
You OK?
De Witt hangs out at Waterkant.
(GLASSWARE CLINKS) (PATRONS CHAT INAUDIBLY)
(PHONE RINGS)
Yeah?
(CHAIR SCRAPES)
IVO: See you tonight.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
(ENGINE ROARS, TYRES SCREECH)
(GROANS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GROANS)
Back off.
You're out of your depth.
(SIGHS)
LUCIENNE: Are you OK? What happened?
(SIGHS) De Witt.
He did a runner.
He 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 round the corner.
If you'd just waited, I could saved you a beating.
(SPITS) More importantly, he knew we were onto him.
Someone warned him.
There's De Witt's.
I'm not about to shoulder that. Over to you.
(PICKS LOCK)
Are you coming or what?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Bodecker and friends.
Grooms girls here. Flies them to the mansion.
Let's get Forensics down here.
Have this place watched 24/7.
OK.
(PHONE RINGS)
Yep?
Got it.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
Any news?
Dahlman called.
Interpol can't confirm if Bodecker's on that yacht.
Hester Gill might be next.
She didn't take to me.
Maybe you can build a bridge with her.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Hello. Hester?
It's Inspector Hassell. Are you in there?
We want to help.
I promise.
I'm here to help.
(SWITCHES OFF ENGINE) (CAR DOOR CLOSES)
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 recognise him? We think he had 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 finished with Lucienne.
That was a secret.
Lucienne know you're here? Would it matter if she did?
No. You wanna talk to her?
No.
No, her neither.
Just be careful, yeah?
(PIET OPENS DOOR)
Penny for them?
Not worth that much, to be honest.
(BRAD SIGHS)
Timmerman checks out.
Apparently his computer is swimming with emails
desperate to improve security to protect Fleur.
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 rumours are true, he's running an international network.
Why stop? Powerful people never think they're gonna get caught.
That's how I left the priesthood.
I spoke out. They silenced me.
Get the man a beer.
My pleasure. (PHONE CHIMES)
Um...
I've...I've gotta go.
Is that OK? Sure.
It's just you and me, kid.
Just you and me.
And me. (LAUGHS)
(THOUGHTFUL MUSIC)
Oi. (FRANK EXCLAIMS)
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.
Ha! Who needs Job when you got me, eh?
(PHONE BUZZES)
(DOOR CLOSES) (SNIFFS)
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.
Is the casino on a level?
(SCOFFS)
Meaning what?
Meaning...has anyone ever propositioned you to...
..to do anything else?
No.
I just want you to be careful.
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 SHARPLY)
Close the door on your way out.
Or stay and watch me do another line.
It's your apartment, after all.
SONG: # Hey, yeah!
# Come together now
# Think of better days
# Good times never last
# It will be OK... #
Hi.
(SONG FADES) (DARK MUSIC)
(ARJAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hey. What can I get you?
Uh, sorry. Excuse me. Does Job live here?
Who wants to know? Oh, I met him at the gym.
We said we'd grab a tea together.
You? At the gym?
Seriously?
Yeah, I know. You gotta make the effort, ain't ya?
Anyway, he's showing me the ropes. Is he in?
No.
Oh, sorry. It was a messy split, was it?
What? He's my brother.
Oh. Jerk.
Who should I say called? Jerk. Jerk's just fine.
ANOUK: 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 bought this place for a steal.
It turns out he's played me. I can't afford to sue him.
So I've 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 I have any dealings with him.
Oh, looks like your date's arrived.
He's not my type. Thanks.
Oh, maybe we'll get a couple of beers, though.
Sure.
Everything OK?
Mm, give or take.
Arjan just left.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)
On the house.
(PHONE BUZZES)
On your feet, soldier. Arjan wants to meet.
Now.
(MOANS)
(GROANS IN PAIN)
(PIET GROANS)
Are your ribs hurting you?
(PIET EXHALES)
Only when I laugh.
(GROANS)
(CLATTERING)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(DARK MUSIC)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
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?
Don't know, but he had words with Anouk,
who lied to us about not being in touch with Bodecker.
Yeah, of course. Yeah.
Alright, good. Well done. Thanks.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)
I get the gist.
He was beaten up before he was thrown off.
Alright, leave it with me.
Forensics have come through.
Stefan Bodecker's prints are on record.
They're all over De Witt's house. Doesn't exactly help.
We figured he'd been there at some point over the years.
Try the last 24 hours, hm?
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 are we looking for? You'll know when you find it.
(DANCE MUSIC THUDS, GUESTS CHATTER)
You left in a hurry. Is everything alright?
Forget the pleasantries. We need you to come with us to the station.
What? Now? Yeah, right now.
LUCIENNE: I saw you having an argument with Arjan.
Now he's dead.
What was that about?
Uh, 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?
Alright, 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 gonna be able to take them on solo,
but together, with Arjan's help, maybe.
What is the evidence?
I'm not sure, but two days ago,
Arjan finally hacked into Bodecker's computer.
That's the real reason I'm 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) (GASPS)
(DOOR HANDLE RATTLES)
(LOUD KNOCK AT DOOR) (GASPS)
(LOUD THUMP AT DOOR)
(BREATHES SHAKILY) (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
(WOOD CRACKS) (SCREAMS)
Anything at Maya? Clean as a whistle.
OK, we're arranging a safe house for Anouk Prinsens.
I want you to take her. Got it.
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.
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. (PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
Yeah.
OK, OK, one thing at a time. Where are you?
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
They got to Arjan, didn't they? Did they kill him?
Yes, they did. Oh.
Oh! That means I'm next.
Are you sure this place is safe? Yeah.
I gave what I had to Arjan and destroyed everything else...
..on his advice.
Did Fleur? I'm not sure.
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 alright. Almost there.
(TYRES SCREECH)
JOB: What is this? (BRAD SIGHS)
What about De Witt at Waterkant?
Do you know him?
Look at me.
Do you see me? I mean, really see me?
Well, then you 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? (TUTS)
Oh, come on.
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
Come on!
PIET: What did Arjan hack into?
Videotapes of the rich and powerful with underage girls.
Bodecker filmed everything. That was, uh, his insurance.
Imagine who you think is involved.
Huh. Now go higher.
They'll silence you as well.
It's over.
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.
(SNORTS) 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.
(UNBUCKLES SEATBELT) What's going on here?
(PISTOL CLICKS)
One move from either of you, she's dead.
MAN: You! Get out of the car! Hands where I can see them.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Keys. Get the keys.
Come here. Whoa!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Take your hands off me! Shut up.
I told you to back off. Maybe this time you will.
Let's go.
(TYRES SCREECH)
Argh!
They took Anouk. Brad and Job were ambushed at gunpoint.
What? Are they OK? Yes, they're OK, thankfully.
They must have been followed from the station.
It 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.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SHIP'S HORN HONKS)
Alright. Any word on Anouk?
LUCIENNE OVER PHONE: No, there's nothing,
but we've got a whole team searching for her.
Right, right.
Did you get any sleep at all?
I shouldn't have come, not when you're so busy.
(SEAGULLS CAW IN DISTANCE)
You're right. I've 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, alright?
I don't seem to be able to know how to say
what people...say.
Should 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 mean, I'm pretty rusty.
I don't know. Is there...is there an app, maybe?
I mean, you know, it's all that 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, I 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, uh, we're so different.
And there's a lot we don't know about each other and...
Well, we're total opposites, really.
But opposites can attract.
I'm getting married, Piet.
(DARK MUSIC)
Are you?
Maybe I should go.
Yeah, maybe you should.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
WOMAN: Hi.
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 figured 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's given us nothing.
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 for him?
Well, maybe he panicked.
Maybe what Arjan has is too explosive
or maybe it's something else.
Yeah.
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?
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-hm?
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... (CHUCKLES)
It's brilliant. Yes.
Genius. Well?
No pressure.
None felt, because I have a secret weapon.
You.
OK, it was a sea battle in 1673
between the allied Anglo-French fleet
commanded by Prince Rupert of the Rhine.
(SNORTS) 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.
Oh, I forgot. Dahlman wants to see you.
Mm.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
DAHLMAN: We've got a problem.
I was asked to close the investigation
and hand it over to the secret service.
Right. Protecting paedophiles being a matter of national security.
Yeah, so it would seem.
Don't even think of asking me to stop.
Arjan Hersi's a friend of mine.
I don't have many. I've 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.
Hard rehearsal? Carol doing OK?
We'll get there. Ticket sales?
Oh, through the roof.
Fleur's death has generated a lot of publicity.
Are you OK? You look exhausted.
Do you want me to get you a car? No, I'll be fine.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Any leads on the whereabouts of Arjan Hersi's evidence?
No.
Just keep Julia in the loop.
(DOOR OPENS) (SCOFFS SOFTLY)
(DOOR CLOSES) 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?
I've 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.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(CHRISTIAN CHOKES)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(INTRIGUING MUSIC)
They got to Timmerman. He's in hospital, unconscious.
What would they want with him? What does he know?
He knows where Femke lives. Let's go.
(GLASS SHATTERS) (GASPS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
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.
What, you call this flooring it?
(TYRES SCREECH)
Argh!
(SPRAY HISSES) (YELLS)
(GUNSHOTS BLAST)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(WOOD CREAKS)
(WHISPERS) Hi.
Anything? No-one.
Any ideas? Yeah, there's a place we used to go.
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
(SPLUTTERS) Where's the notebook?
Back in the fields.
Aargh!
Where in the fields? Where you won't find it!
Wanna bet?
You chose the wrong place to hide.
I don't think so.
Hey. How you doing?
Over there.
Hey, do me a favour. Reach for that gun of yours, OK?
Lucienne... What? Not so brave, are we?
I wouldn't reach my gun in time.
Well, how about we even things up a bit?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)
(SCREAMS)
(YELLS, GROANS)
What? Pulled a gun on me.
(DE WITT PANTS, GROANS)
(PANTS, GROANS)
Bring me to the 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?
Easy.
She always like this?
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
We should have brought a picnic.
I want to know exactly what happened to De Witt.
Well, um, we took him to the hospital and he's fine.
I'll call you back.
The secret service are all over us.
Ahoy.
I'm no good with boats. I get seasick.
Even if I do that horizon thing, it's about the middle ear balance.
Ooh, 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 coincidence, right?
Thanks for calling me back. We got De Witt.
He's been hospitalised and he's under armed guard.
What have you got?
Why would Anouk Prinsens name her club after Bodecker's partner?
HENDRIK: Aye!
Listen, Piet, all your cutlery's blunt as hell, mate.
You're not doing an autopsy down there, are you?
Pea and celery soup.
I thought people might need some nourishment.
Yeah, well, we've got work to do.
I didn't know you'd knocked off for the day.
I got everything done that I needed to,
including a very successful VMD session.
That's vacuum metal deposition to you.
See, you get zinc and gold. Right, Hendrik...
It's a way of getting fingerprints off fabric,
so off your shirt from your altercation with De Witt
and off Arjan's from his.
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!
More importantly, what do people feel about celeriac?
Yeah.
Do I need to be worried that you're gonna 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.
His partner, Ella, says there's another property that Bodecker uses.
It's not De Witt's. It's on the Keizersgracht.
Let's get down there.
Oi! What about this soup?
Keep it warm. Huh!
(CHURCH BELLS PEAL)
LUCIENNE: How do we want to play this?
I don't think we'll want to just knock.
Right. You two stay here. Wait for our signal.
We'll head round the back. How's that gonna help?
These houses just back onto the ones on the next canal along.
Yeah, I know the canals work.
Oh. Beautiful.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)
Don't worry about it.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
We need access to your garden.
Thank you.
(CLOCK CHIMES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES) (BIRDS CHIRP)
No.
Three.
(GRUNTS)
Yeah.
(WHISPERS) Right.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Police! BRAD: 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.
You named the club after your mum, right?
You're his daughter.
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.
(SNORTS) 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.
DAHLMAN: 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 OK?
Did your mother know?
It's Maya Hagelin, right? I mean, what happened to her?
You leave my mother out of this.
Well, 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 paedophile too.
She was not like them.
Is that an admission?
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: 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.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
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?
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
My father is an innocent man.
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.
(SCOFFS)
Let's talk about Arjan, then.
I mean, 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. 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?
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.
Not if Arjan gave us information that will lead us to his evidence.
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? A postcode? Or a code to a safe?
Did he say anything else? He wished me happy birthday.
Oh, um, happy birthday! I'm sorry we missed it.
It wasn't.
(STAMMERS) Well, when is your birthday?
I mean, I'm not asking because I want to buy you a card,
but maybe it's relevant.
9 April. 9 April. So 0-9-0-4.
Aries. Headstrong. Charming, apparently.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, well, that's astronomy for you.
Astrology, Brad. Did Arjan know when your birthday was?
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.
This time, Arjan insisted on the bike park at Centraal Station.
0-9-0-4-1-6-7-3... He didn't say why.
He just said he wanted somewhere as public as possible.
So, why not Dam Square or, you know, Leidseplein, Museumplein?
1-6-7-3... A ferry number or a bus.
Put together, could be a bank account.
LUCIENNE: Yeah, he's hidden evidence
in a bank account in Centraal Station.
Stag do? Stag do. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I went on a stag night with some mates. They were pretty messy.
We was dressed as Vikings. That was it.
Yeah, it all got pretty hazy after the woman with the cake
and the bloke with the very strangely shaped...
The point, please, Brad. Ah, 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.
(TENSE MUSIC)
0-9-0-4 or 1-6-7-3. Yeah, no lockers start with a zero.
1-6-7-1. 1-6-7... Here!
1-6-7-3.
Right, let's find out if Arjan's left you a birthday present.
(KEYPAD BLEEPS)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(HENDRIK LAUGHS)
There you go! Get him a life jacket!
(MAN PANTS)
MAN: Yeah! Yeah! (GRUNTS)
We've got them.
Have we? Yes.
We take copies of the material.
We take measures.
We act.
(DOORBELL CHIMES)
Hi, Lisa. Is your dad up?
Yeah, he is.
LUDLOW: Can you pass me the marmalade and honey?
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,
the dignity you didn't allow some of those girls.
Now, we've come to you first 'cause you're on the footage...
..often.
You need to lose weight around the middle.
Prison diet should help, especially 10, 20 years of it.
You can't speak to me like that.
Some of those women were younger than your daughters.
He can speak to you any way he likes.
And unlike Fleur Mas's reports of being stalked,
we're not about to go away.
And before that head starts thinking...
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.
BRAD: Oh!
Are you seeing Lena later?
No.
Next level not work out, then?
Everything alright? Yeah. Yeah, fine.
Um, actually, no.
I've got something I want to tell you...
..um, and 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?
Well, were you gonna 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-I need to share.
No.
If it kicks off, we're all here for you.
OK?
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)
Should feel better than this, right? Yes.
What's she doing there?
Bodecker!
(SCREAMS)
On your knees. On the ground now.
(SCREAMS)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BOTH CONVERSE INDISTINCTLY)
WOMAN: Excuse me. Excuse me.
MAN: Sorry. Coming through.
Brave of you to go ahead. Technically we're not.
We've been told we were cancelled on account of Hester's actions.
We'll go ahead anyway. It's a sellout.
I'm proud of you.
You gonna be OK?
Yeah. You know me.
Staying for the concert?
Yeah, we all are. Piet?
(ORCHESTRA PLAYS SOLEMN MUSIC)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(BOY CRIES)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)
(UPLIFTING, MELODIC MUSIC)
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