Episode 3: Death in Amsterdam

(women screaming, shrieking) HENDRIK: Looks like nothing we've ever seen before.

PIET: Omega 616-- just find him.

LUCIENNE: Ethical fashion house behaving unethically.

Wouldn't want that made public, would they?

Things will escalate.

HENDRIK: Pure sadistic butchery.

There's nothing random about it.

You know it and I know it.

JULIA: You want information?

Why don't you beat me up?

PIET: I know what you did.

It stops here.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ (liquid dripping) ♪ ♪ (clicks switch) (dripping continues, camera beeps) (timer beeping) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (distant voice over PA, seagulls squawking) (bicycle bell chimes) (cell phone rings) DANI (on phone): Hey, sweetie!

Hey, Dan.

You gonna watch Ed's vlog?

Am I gonna watch Ed's vlog?

(chuckles) Yeah, you?

Course, I can't wait.

It's all over social media, it's gonna be explosive.

Then we all know he can exaggerate.

LOTTA (on phone): True.

Oh, Heidi not with you?

No, I'm not sure where she is.

I'll, uh...

I'll give her a call.

I'll catch you later.

(cell phone rings) Hi, darling.

Hey, darling!

I, I can only see your ear, where are you?

Um, yeah I'm just popping to the bank.

DANI (on phone): You know I can only see your ear, right?

Yeah...

I'll see you later, I gotta go.

(phone hangs up) Bye... (percussive music playing) (breathing steadily) (seagulls squawking) (music spilling from headphones) (seagulls squawking) (ship horn blares) (orchestral music playing in headphones) (gasps) Oh!

(gasps) He's dead!

(both scream) (breathing heavily, music blaring) (women groaning and reacting to the image) Oh, he's dead, oh!

(sobs) (sobs) Oh... oh, God... (women sobbing) (phone ringing) (Trojan panting) (Trojan whines) Hey.

How's Trojan?

PIET (on phone): Yeah, he's been as good as gold.

Haven't you, boy?

Oh, he's pining for you, obviously.

Yeah, I hope you've not been giving him treats.

PIET (on phone): I said I wouldn't... and I haven't.

How did last night go?

JULIA (on phone): It went.

You, uh, still coming to Visser's hearing?

Try stopping me.

JULIA (on phone): I'll see you there, and, uh, Piet... it wasn't your fault, okay?

Yeah.

(distorted oncoming car horn) ♪ ♪ (keys jangling, water splashing) ♪ ♪ (Trojan whining) BRAD: Hey, nice to meet you.

I'm Brad.

(chatting indistinctly) (engages parking brake) Victim-- Ed Loman, 22.

He's an eco-fashion vlogger and influencer with three million followers.

Live transmission went out today as usual.

The plug was pulled after four minutes and 143 comments.

Cameras front and back show no one in or out in the last couple of hours.

Residents?

We're checking now.

There's no visible signs of forced entry, which implies that the victim knew the murderer.

Exits and entrances, it's the same way in as it is out.

Which is actually illegal, the landlord should provide a, uh, a fire exit.

You've covered all the bases then?

You might want to check again-- young woman, pink top.

Have a word.

(indistinct chatter) You going somewhere?

Signs of a struggle in the kitchen, blood spill seems to indicate that's where the victim was stabbed.

We got a murder weapon?

Kitchen knife.

Computer turned on manually, just over there.

Or maybe on a timer delay.

What about family?

Have been informed.

They're in Vancouver.

Kept himself to himself, according to his neighbors.

Bi-celibate according to some of his publicity.

Reserves the right not to sleep with whoever he wants to.

Liked having his face out there.

Hendrik... You well?

Passably decent... certainly better than this fella.

Rigor mortis, still in its early stages, little fingers and jaw joints rather than limbs, so death fairly recent... one hour, hour and a half.

Looks like single, deep, penetrating stab wound, left anterior chest, straight into his heart.

One way ticket across River Styx once that was inflicted.

So the tape across his mouth wasn't to silence him?

That was probably done after death as was the stitching to the eyelids.

There's no tapes undisturbed by any movement or struggling and there's no vital reaction to the skin around the sutures.

And here's the thing, look at that-- very, very delicate, done with care and precision, possible medical knowledge.

LUCIENNE: Or someone who knows how to sew.

Fashion vlogger killed by somebody in the fashion world?

HENDRIK: And the eyes and mouth are saying what?

What do you think?

That I could really do without this.

(slide door opens) (bells pealing) ♪ ♪ (approaching footsteps) Want to tell me what's up?

If the residents can be ruled out and no one came in the door, there must be another way in or out.

(dog barking in distance) ♪ ♪ Could you climb that?

On a good day, maybe.

You?

(chuckles) I couldn't.

Looks like someone else did.

♪ ♪ (car horn honks, bicycle bell chimes, traffic passes) (car door slams shut) Oh yeah, uh, says she's a friend of Ed Loman, wanted to see him but, as I say, when she saw us... Omega 616.

I want to talk to him.

Oh right, yeah.

Anonymous street artist, one of hundreds, best of luck.

Just find him.

Me?

Did you not miss the "anonymous" bit?

JOB: Boss, I've been going through the victim's feed and he wound a lot of people up, he had regular spats with a rival fashion vlogger, called Lotta Nagel, real name Ina Wolfswinkel.

Oof, no wonder she changed it.

She's the heart and soul of the ethical vlogging fashion world.

Oh, knit your own... wow, she's very attractive.

JOB: He accused her of being too nice and ineffectual, which is a little bit harsh, actually, because she's really good, I've watched a few of her vlogs.

I'm into fashion.

Stat man's got a hobby.

Who knew?

All right, track her down.

Hold on a minute, how come he gets the attractive vlogger and I get... the invisible man?

(sighs) You want to tell us what you're up to?

Do you like hanging around on street corners?

'Cause you're in the wrong district if you do.

LUCIENNE: How do you know Ed Loman?

I work at Danhei-- uh, the eco-fashion house.

I give Ed gossip.

About what?

Whether Danhei are really as ethical as they make out.

(sniffles) And are they?

Well, working conditions aren't great, accusations of bullying, they haven't even paid wages this month.

There's also talk of... selling out.

Could that have been what he was gonna vlog about?

Maybe.

Ethical fashion house behaving unethically.

Wouldn't want that made public, would they?

(distant siren blaring) Let's do it.

(mobile phone rings) Hey.

What are you doing with Trojan?

PIET (on phone): It's what he's not doing that's bothering me.

Where's Dahlman?

Out.

(distant phone ringing, chatter) (clicks phone) Omega man... you found him yet?

Uh, some progress, yeah.

Appeared on the scene 18 months ago.

Writes arty little poems and messages in public places, like the one seen earlier on today, mostly about fashion world.

Mm-hmm.

No one knows who he, she, it, they, are, whether they're male, female, non-binary, tall, small, fat, thin, young, old... flipping robot.

Um, but whenever they are seen... he, she, it, they're always seen wearing the same distinctive coat.

PIET: So, you've got no address then?

JOB: I've got an address!

Lotta Nagel.

Good, we'll go and check her out.

♪ ♪ Where you going, Brad?

I very much doubt Omega 616 is Lotta Nagel!

Might as well rule her out, it's a process of elimination, isn't it?

Yeah, that's it... yeah, I mean there's 7.2 billion people on Earth.

Why not whittle them down one by one, you know, starting with all the attractive women.

Yeah, it could work.

Can I go then?

I leave it to your conscience.

(drops folder) Tell me about this fashion house, Danhei.

Claim to be champions of sustainability and all that's ethical in fashion.

So, we got Dani Nioh, Heidi Berlin.

Right, Dan-hei.

Dani is the visionary, he's Heidi... Heidi's protégé, I think, originally?

But he's now the main man, hottest designer out there.

Okay, so what's all this about selling out?

Oh yeah, I've arranged to see them.

There's a rumor Dani Nioh is about to jump ship.

Join one of the bigger fashion houses and abandon Danhei.

Are you coming?

No... you're all right.

(low-pitched ship horn blares) ♪ ♪ (birds squawking, footsteps approaching) Oh, you're cutting it a bit fine.

Yeah, it's a busy morning.

Anything I should know about?

No.

Let's get this out the way first.

(motorcycle approaching) (revs engine) ♪ ♪ (bells chiming) JOB: Did you notice Van der Valk brought in Trojan this morning?

When we get in there, you let me do all the talking, all right?

Why?

Because I want to do all the talking.

Brad?

What?

It's this one.

(crying): Ed and me got quite close.

He wasn't the person everyone thought.

(doorbell rings) Dammit.

(sighs) Ms. Nagel?

My name's Sergeant Brad de Vries, criminal brigade, Amsterdam police and also quite a fashion icon.

(exhales) Fast or... slow fashion?

I can do either, fast or slow.

Very, very slow.

Can we come in, please?

"Very, very slow"?

What?

So, that feed, once seen, never unseen, right?

Do you think someone's targeting vloggers?

Uh, don't know, depends on who you lot have been upsetting.

What are the issues doing the rounds at the moment?

Well, presumably, for an eco-fashion vlogger, it's packaging, waste, sustainability, transparency, but, none of those things are new, right?

Not at all.

BRAD: Definitely.

Ed Loman hot on any of those?

Increasingly, yeah, Ed became a vlogger because he wanted to get rich and famous.

But recently I'd convinced him to start taking it more seriously.

Which could have made him enemies.

LOTTA: Very possibly.

Look, can I get you guys a drink?

No.

No, thanks.

I mean there's a lot of noise about Youniversality... Yeah, well, I mean it's... a pretty important issue, right now, right?

You mean the fashion house Youniversality?

(chuckles) Mm-hmm.

Youniversality, latest big hitters to jump on the ethical bandwagon; no one's quite sure about how genuine they are about it.

I mean there's talks of them poaching Dani Nioh from Danhei.

Really, such an interesting choice, because... BRAD: Amazing, yeah.

You and Ed Loman, you had a public spat, didn't you?

That was ages ago, can I have my phone?

Of course.

It's a nice color.

Hm.

Uh, I accused him of being self-obsessed.

He called me a tree hugger, but we got past it.

And where were you when the vlog started?

Um... on my way into town.

Can anyone verify that?

Not really.

Oh, uh, Dani... Dani Nioh.

We're mates.

We video phoned.

DANI: Everyone, listen up.

In honor of Ed, we're shutting down for the day.

Right, go home gorgeous.

Hey!

(scoffs) Darling, pack up, you can go home.

What the hell are you doing giving people the day off?

Everyone's upset about Ed.

So?

Julian, darling, you can go home.

We can't just down tools, we have deadlines.

Yeah, and ethics.

Don't talk to me about ethics.

What do you mean, what else is there to talk about?

We're an ethical brand.

Need to ask you both about Ed Loman.

You both knew him I take it?

Yeah.

Everyone knew Ed.

You get on with him?

So-so.

Is there anything he might have had over you?

You know something about Danhei that he might have been going public on?

No.

Not at all.

Not paying wages?

Mistreating staff?

Jumping ship, that sort of thing?

No, it's all tittle-tattle.

Times are tough, that's all.

"We're not a fashion label, we're a family."

That's one of yours, right?

Yeah, and we are.

We've just given everyone the day off because of what happened to Ed.

It's hardly a sweatshop, is it?

(mutters indistinctly) That fabric, what is it?

This?

This is from a life vest.

Oh, we work with a refugee charity.

They collect discarded and damaged clothes from the camps around Europe.

Chacko... go home, seriously.

Uh, we patch them up, we reinvent the clothes and then we send them back out.

And we employ some Syrian refugees who make it to Amsterdam, to help both us and them.

Very impressive.

I'll need a sample.

Here... Great, you've been very helpful, thank you.

(quietly): I'm still cross with you.

(footsteps retreating) That went okay.

(sighs) No parole for Visser is a result.

Yeah, I guess it is.

AGATHA: Yoo-hoo!

(bicycle bell rings) Mr. Detective, how are you?

You remember me, don't you?

Uh... Agatha Vos.

You investigated the murder of someone I knew.

Oh, yeah.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I remember you.

(giggles) What are you doing here?

Well, uh, I'm a law student, so, that's why.

What are you doing here?

Me?

Just keeping out of trouble.

Hmm.

Minding my own... (indistinct speaking) Could you just hold on one second?

You think you're winning but you're not.

What was that all about?

What did he just say?

Oh, nothing, didn't say anything.

Come on, let's go.

(crying): Ed and me got quite close.

He wasn't the person everyone thought.

It was all a front.

Underneath he was scared, lonely-- he really cared.

(sobbing) I'm sorry, I'm sorry... That's all crocodile tears if you ask me.

Bye, guys.

Why would she pretend to cry?

'Cause it's gonna send her number of followers through the roof, all of his are up for grabs now.

I thought Van der Valk had the monopoly on cynicism in this office.

Actually, it's uh, pretty much across the board around here.

Look, think about it, they're rivals.

He does the flamboyant over-the-top stuff, she does the over-earnest "save the world" bit and "I'll be your bestie."

She's got a motive.

Yeah, but not opportunity.

She was on her way into town, on the phone to Dani Nioh when the stream went live.

Yeah but just because she says she was on her way into town doesn't actually mean she was on her way into town, now does it, Mr. Cloovers Couture?

Right, Danhei and Youniversality, ethical credentials, are they real or fake?

Let's have a dig around.

And Loman's financials?

Yes, yes, any minute now.

(Trojan barks) Ah, the wanderer returns.

Where've you been?

Nowhere.

What's going on?

Could ask you the same.

Come on, I'll fill you in on the way to the path lab.

(distant phone ringing) (heavy breathing, pulling straps) (opens drawer) ♪ ♪ (broken glass tinkling) (sighs) PIET (faded): Julia... (closes drawer) Ah, there's a couple of excitements.

(chuckles) The green thread used to stitch the eyes, no idea what it is.

And that's exciting because...?

Well, it's like nothing we've ever seen before.

The forensic guy checking the chemical composition, he can barely contain himself.

♪ ♪ Anything on that orange fabric?

Well, I'm afraid it doesn't match the clothing found on the roof, which partly consists of caribou.

That's reindeer to you and me.

Reindeer... on a roof?

It's the wrong time of year, isn't it?

Reindeer and duck combined with a synthetic water-repellent material can mean only one thing.

Rudolph's gone AWOL and... Santa's brought in a duck, as backup?

No.

It's from a parka.

Which is what Omega 616 wears.

(out of breath): Hey, um... Ed Loman's financials... on the first of the month for the last nine months he's been receiving money from an account listed to Youniversality.

Ooh, vlogger on the payroll... that's naughty.

Only thing is, on the first of this month, the payments were stopped.

This is like meeting royalty.

Claudia Cabrera, she's as famous as they come.

(synth-based pop music playing) JOB: Cabrera is the queen of mainstream fashion, Youniversality is her kingdom.

It's big money, man; look, three years ago she combines with iconoclast Gustav Schneider.

It's really exciting.

And this Schneider, he breathes new life into her lines.

And in her love life, apparently.

Fashion is about insecurities, doubt, lack of self-esteem.

We want people to feel bad about themselves, so that they come and buy our clothes, but... here is the key-- we do not want these people to feel too good about themselves; we just want these people to feel, a little bit better... no pictures!

Don't take any pictures!

Love... people feel our love.

Love that we can take away any moment by saying... no, oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Do you really want to look like this?

Yes.

But this, do you like this... really?

She likes this?

No.

Ah, you see, boom, insecurity comes flowing back and then we say, "Don't worry, love, it's all right," hmm?

Just ditch that... ditch that... ditch that... ah!

You want to look like this now!

And that way, they come back.

That's when they buy our clothes.

So, do not design perfectional permanence, design dazzling entrancitry.

Thank you so much.

(applause) Gustav, you're amazing.

Thank you so much.

Commissaris Van der Valk, this is Lieutenant Cloovers.

We need to speak to you and your boss.

Claudia!

Claude!

ASSISTANT: Can everybody listen, we've got five minutes until the runway... everyone please get ready, five minutes!

(music playing) (people chattering) CABRERA: What do you want?

SCHNEIDER: They have some questions about Loman.

Apologies, we're having a launch tomorrow for our new line.

Darling, cut the music!

JOB (loudly): Denim!

(music stops abruptly) Cool.

You're here about Ed Loman, I take it?

We are.

Have you seen him recently?

Afraid he wasn't my kind of vlogger.

Me neither.

So the money he'd been receiving from your company on a monthly basis was for what, exactly?

(exhales): Gustav?

Loman became such a powerful voice.

It'd be wise to keep him sweet.

(laughs): And no one thought to tell me that?

Well, I didn't think it was that important.

What happened this month to stop the payments?

He was getting ideas above his head, became quite a nuisance.

A big enough nuisance to silence?

No, big enough to stop paying.

Well, maybe without your sweetener, he was gonna spill some secrets.

We don't have any.

Everyone has secrets.

We heard you might be poaching Dani Nioh, is that true?

Never believe the rumor mill.

Perhaps we can return to our rehearsal, thank you.

Darling, music!

(synth-heavy pop resumes playing) (distant bell rings) (door opening) What's up, Brad?

Hey, man.

I heard about the vlogger.

It's gone viral... it's been all over the news.

Yeah.

I guess there's gonna be a briefing, right?

No, it's just little old me and my laptop looking for the invisible man, Omega 616.

FRANK: Uh... the antichrist one?

Come on.

I'll see you tomorrow, Casper and... oh, say happy birthday to your daughter for me.

Thank you, ma'am.

Come.

So, I was thinking these two.

DANI: No, no.

(knock on door) Sorry, to interrupt, I just, one more question.

So, you and Lotta Nagel video phoned each other just before Ed Loman went live, yeah?

Yeah.

Did you see where she was?

Uh... she was parking her bike in town.

Did you see where?

(exhales, chuckles) It's difficult to tell isn't it?

Yeah... and you two?

Um, I was on my way in here.

I, uh, I grabbed a coffee at Zephy's, just after speaking to Lotta.

And I was running errands, I had to go to the bank.

Which one?

The one on the corner of Rokin.

Rokin... thanks.

(twangy guitar music playing) (door opens) Hey, Frank.

So, what have you been up to?

CLIFF: We're helping Brad finding Omega 616.

616 is the Number of the Beast.

That's 666.

Not necessarily, Einstein.

Go on, Frank... tell them.

In the Codex Ephraemi Rescriptus, the Number of the Beast is called six, one, six.

Frank used to be a priest.

Omega is also a religious reference, possibly.

It's in the, um...

The Book of Revelation.

Book of Revelation.

Not exactly an address though, is it, Brad?

I didn't have you down as a street artist fan.

HENRIK: Well, I'm not normally.

PIET: So what is it?

I don't know.

Hey, Frank.

FRANK: Hi.

So, just before Loman was killed, Dani Nioh's social media has a photo of him grabbing a coffee at Zephy's, waitress confirmed it.

Lotta Nagel was, um, seemingly on her way into town and Heidi Berlin claims she was in the bank.

Only she wasn't, which is not surprising, given Danhei's accounts have been frozen.

They're on the brink of bankruptcy.

That explains no wages.

Could Loman have known that?

Don't see why not.

He's getting regular dirt from an informant who works there, Mila de la Parra.

And Heidi Berlin knows how to stitch.

♪ ♪ (car door shuts) (car door shuts) (trunk opens) (loud thud) (groans) ♪ ♪ (trolley bell rings) ♪ ♪ (opens hatch) Wake up, there's been a development.

Omega 616 strikes again, this time having a go at vloggers.

Media are trying to link it to the murder.

I'll make some coffee then?

We need to find him before the press do.

How's your friend like her coffee?

Strong with sugar.

Oh, and not too much milk.

LUCIENNE: What's her name again?

Agatha.

Agatha... oh, yeah, the law student who pays her fees by sleeping with different men on a transactional basis.

Correct?

Correct.

Are you her Wednesday?

Is today Thursday?

Yeah, it is.

Well, I think her Tuesday's free if that's why you're asking.

Transactional then, or not?

Oh, come on, she's allowed a private life, isn't she?

I mean would it matter if it was?

Not to me.

Got any thoughts on our street artist?

None at all.

(sighs) Casper, it's me again, where are you?

We're running late.

(sighs) (Trojan whines) The lab got the chemical composition of that stitching back.

Mushroom.

(chuckles) A perfectly sustainable yarn produced from the fibers of a fungus.

And this particular fungi fashion is so hot off the press, it doesn't even have a name yet.

Then we need to find out who's developing it.

Night, Johnny, don't do anything I wouldn't.

HENDRIK: So, do you want to tell me what all this is about?

Where we're going?

The graffiti.

There was something about it that bothered you.

Oh, come on.

You know I'm a vampire.

HENDRIK: And you really needed to drag me out here to look at a graffiti banner?

Couldn't you just give me the photograph?

The fresh air will do you good.

Ha!

I'll be back in an hour.

(horn honks) ♪ ♪ Danhei is on the brink of bankruptcy.

(chuckles) That's more idle gossip.

If you call a conversation with your former bank manager gossip.

Did Ed Loman know?

I don't see how.

Dani definitely doesn't, bless him.

He's in his own world most of the time.

LUCIENNE (voiceover): Does anyone know?

HEIDI (voiceover): No.

♪ ♪ We've expanded faster than we should have and I love Dani to bits, but he doesn't make life easy.

I've tried to talk to... Yeah, we can cut the sob story-- what I need to know is where you really were yesterday morning.

I was meeting a friend, that's all.

Who?

I'm not at liberty to say, um...

I'm tied by confidentiality.

♪ ♪ LUCIENNE: Is this anything to do with Dani abandoning you and teaming up with Youniversality?

No, it isn't.

Right, we better check your phone records and see what they give us.

We'll be seeing you.

♪ ♪ (ship horn blares) This just got really interesting!

(phone ringing) Articles... about Ed Loman's bi-celebate life, right?

Wrong!

Because, here he is... And here... and here.

Look who's on his arm-- his informer, Mila de la Parra.

I thought she said they were just friends.

They were.

Before Ed Loman was vlogging, he was blogging.

"Me and Mila in Milan" "The Mila In Me," and then "Me and My Mila."

They were an item until a couple of months ago.

Where did you get all of this?

Our tech retrieved them from from Ed Loman's computer, along with 76 emails from Mila, documenting their break-up.

"Please call me," "You simply can't treat me this way," "Heartless, arrogant bastard," "Explain me why..." What's your point?

My point is that Mila de la Parra has a motive to kill, along with Schneider.

Not only was Schneider paying Ed Loman... he was sleeping with him.

Lovers!

Okay-- you check out Mila de la Parra, leave Schneider to us.

PIET: Glad you could make it.

Dahlman's driver's been hospitalized.

He's taken quite a hammering.

He's alive, but on a ventilator.

Apparently, his mouth's been taped and... his eyes stitched.

(door opens) When were you going to tell me about Casper?

If we told each other about every random act of violence that happens, we'd never get any bloody work done.

There's nothing random about it, you know it and I know it.

Is it true about the tape and stitching?

Yeah, is there any definite link to Ed Loman's death?

How was Casper beaten?

Ambushed in a car park.

Yeah, but how was he beaten?

They concentrated mainly on ribs and fingers.

Trying to extract information, right?

Like where did he take you the night before last?

We don't know he had anything to with that, yet.

Well, we can make a pretty good guess.

♪ ♪ (keyboard clacking) ♪ ♪ PIET (voiceover): Theunis Visser might still be in jail but he's got plenty of friends on the outside.

If they know you went to see the judge, I'm telling you things will escalate.

You want me to see his son?

Like that won't escalate things?

No.

Why'd you go and see the judge anyway?

He invited me.

I get invited to lots of things, it don't mean I go.

Well, maybe you should, do you good to get out more.

Piet?

Just leave it, please.

(shuts door) Yeah... hey.

(clears throat) Yeah, I'm gonna need some surveillance.

Two officers.

Okay, I'll brief you later, thank you, bye.

When were you gonna tell me about Visser's hearing?

I didn't think it was important.

Piet, come on, do me a favor.

First thing we're taught about interviewing a suspect, omission is an indication of guilt.

So, I'm a suspect now, am I?

Why didn't you tell me?

It's fine.

He didn't get out.

He might have though, you must have thought of that.

What would you have done if he did?

I don't think about him at all.

You went then, I take it?

Dahlman asked me to.

Case is still sensitive for her.

Yeah, it's not just her.

Given what else happened in the incident.

(water sloshing, Piet breathing heavily) You okay?

Yeah.

I know you... and I know when you're lying.

Hendrik!

(phone ringing) It's pretty good.

(coughs) Yeah.

PIET (on phone): How'd you get on with that graffiti?

Yeah, yeah, all right, look... HENDRIK (on phone): Couple of things... it's not a spray paint, it's a spray-on fabric.

Yeah.

And I figured out what was bugging me about the writing.

It's the angular nature of the script.

Sorry, yeah...

I checked with a graphologist, it's written by someone used to writing right to left.

What, like Arabic?

In one.

Did you say Danhei employed Syrian refugees?

Yeah.

Let's go.

(door opens) ♪ ♪ Where is everyone?

Youniversality invited us to their launch.

I insisted the staff go, they deserved a break.

Oh, I thought you guys were rivals.

Rivalries come and go, but we're all in it together, really.

Besides, Heidi and Claudia go way back.

Didn't want to go yourself?

I'd love to, I just... just too much to do.

Yeah, bills to pay and all that.

How is that side of things?

It's actually exciting.

We're expanding globally.

We've got more orders than we can fill, you know, we're going from strength to strength.

We heard you were struggling.

It's just a cash-flow problem.

You know it's always difficult getting money out of people, but once the dam breaks, everything will be fine.

Are you developing anything from the fibers of a fungus?

No.

Well, that's... a good idea though.

(spray can rattling) (chuckles) Spray-on fabric, right?

Yeah.

Ooh!

(sprays can) (chuckles) Do you want a job?

Whose workstation's this?

Er, Chacko Moghadam, our best draughtsman.

Is he one of your Syrian refugees?

He's their boss.

LOTTA: Hey everyone, I'm at the pre-launch of Youniversality's new eco-jeans line.

So exciting!

Because jeans are Amsterdam, right?

(chuckles) Classic, timeless, adventurous, individual, rebellious-- never afraid to make a statement, like Ed, like me, like all ethical fashion vloggers.

We won't be silenced.

(blows kiss) Yeah, we have to get in line.

All set, babe?

Were you sleeping with... Ed Loman?

That's ridiculous, of course not!

Too busy trying to team up with Dani Nioh?

For God's sake, you're the one to talk!

Look, we are running late, now... good luck.

Break a leg.

MAN: All right, everyone ready, two minutes!

(people chattering) PIET: Right, let's see what this Syrian guy can tell us.

(phone beeps once) Oh, Piet, this looks interesting!

Got Heidi Berlin's phone records.

Anything?

Maybe... uh, lots of calls to the same number and... texts, "See you at Levs."

No idea who or what Levs is, but she was meeting someone there earlier today and yesterday, not long before Loman was killed.

Our new line introduces the revolutionary new Youniversality app.

Each pair of jeans comes with its own unique code sewn into the lining.

Using this code, you can log onto the app which tells you where the materials came from, who made it, and how.

Now, each and every item develops its own history, and whenever you want, we take them back and we refresh them, and we sell them on.

So, endless recycling, endless connectivity.

Thank you so much and enjoy!

(applause) (inaudible) (dramatic, staccato synth music playing) (groaning) (grunting, swallowing) (dramatic synth music continues) LUCIENNE: Police, out of the way!

Stop!

(groaning, gurgling) (light cheers) (panicked shouting) LUCIENNE: Move out of the way!

(glass breaking) Coming through, police!

(loud bang) (excited shouting) (applause) (shrieks) Help!

LUCIENNE: Stop, stop!

Omega 616, pleasure's all ours.

I didn't kill anyone, man, I swear.

(choking, gurgling) Ambulance, somebody, help!

(choking, gurgling) (sniffing) Brad... Omega 616.

Omega 616... that's Brad.

Take him to the station.

No.

Fine, take that, it's Miss Cabrera's.

Keep it with you, kid.

Press are gonna love this.

Iconic fashion head dies on her own catwalk.

Right, tell the team we need to keep this out the press for as long as we can.

I don't suppose natural causes are an option, are they?

Well... the untrained eye might assume cardiac arrest, wrongly.

You smell that, right?

Almonds... cherry red tinge to the skin.

I reckon cyanide poisoning.

Right.

Administered how?

Well, injection is possible but impractical.

So, I suspect swallowed.

Okay.

Oh, my God, it was absolutely terrifying.

I've literally got her death on camera.

JOB: Miss Nagel!

I'm sorry this really isn't appropriate.

I'm gonna have to ask you to stop...

Seriously?

All due respect, this is a crime scene.

I'll have to ask you again to refrain from filming and we're gonna need to take your phone because it may contain vital evidence.

Of what?

Give me the ... That is my livelihood, you understand?

Yeah, you'll get it back.

(phone beeps) I'm, I'm sorry.

LUCIENNE: I'm sorry for your loss.

Do you know anyone who might have held a grudge against Claudia?

A former employee, a rival?

Jealous lover, maybe?

Most of her lovers are long gone.

Well, maybe I meant you.

(inhales) Why would I be jealous?

It's her that should be, isn't it?

Jealous of your relationship with Ed Loman.

Monogamy was never my strong suit.

Claudia knew that.

Doesn't mean she liked it.

You were across her drug habit, I take it?

(scoffs) Wasn't exactly a secret.

Are Youniversality, by any chance, developing any fabrics made from fungus?

We only go with the flow on sustainability because it makes commercial sense.

I draw the line at mushrooms.

Who else knew about your affair?

Does this matter?

Yes, it matters.

Two people are dead, two people involved with you.

Who knew about the affair?

As far as I know, nobody.

Loman's payments stopped, was that because you dumped him?

Our relationship ended, yes.

And now he's dead.

Your partner finds out about your financial arrangements and now she's dead.

You can see where we're going with this.

Maybe... Maybe I have enemies who target people close to me.

(birds cawing) LUCIENNE: A fashion vlogger dies, one of your artworks is on his balcony.

A new piece appears the next day wishing vloggers dead.

Now you slag off fashion, generally, and an iconic fashion designer more or less dies in your presence.

Both these deaths... very bold statements, like the ones you make.

And we checked, you weren't at work yesterday morning when Ed Loman was killed, so, where were you?

I had a meeting at the Immigration Service.

Okay, we'll check.

What is it about fashion that makes you so defiant?

I hate everything about it.

Parasites... Social influencers... Vloggers?

Marketing machines...

The pith on the orange?

Driving collaborations with brands... and designers earning ridiculous money, while my baby girl and wife are stuck in a refugee camp.

We can't go forward, we can't go back.

And these people are (pounds table) obsessed with what they look like?

If you're so innocent, why run?

I've seen the news linking the murder to me.

And the name, Omega 616?

I wanted something that reflected on the dark side of your western faith.

From the Book of Revelation, an alternative Number of the Beast.

This dark side... it didn't spill over into killing people, did it?

♪ ♪ LUCIENNE (voiceover): It's impressive you knowing about Omega 616, how come?

Oh, it's just general knowledge, innit?

Sorry, I can see you're busy but, uh, you got anything for us?

Mode of death confirmed.

Cyanide poisoning.

She swallowed a capsule.

It would have started its process of absorption and then acts very rapidly, within minutes, and that hit was presumably a little stronger than she expected.

Uppers, downers, MDMA, a bespoke box of goodies for every eventuality.

The killer embellishes a regular hit with cyanide.

Must have been familiar with her usage.

Do we know what "T.A."

stands for?

Dealer's brand logo.

I mean, whoever did this, they knew she'd like a little something before the show, and once that capsule dissolves... (snaps fingers) she takes her final bow.

So how would the killer know which capsule she'd take?

Well, it doesn't matter.

They're all laced with cyanide.

Would you care to try one?

Believe me, it's tempting.

Well, maybe I can cheer you up with a little insight into who did what to Dahlman's driver, hmm?

Okay... Black cotton.

Not the same material used on Loman.

Not the same people either.

I mean the story's been all over the news-- I'd say copycat, if that wasn't an insult to copycats.

This was just pure, sadistic butchery.

♪ ♪ (phone beeps) Another curry night.

Brad, Claudia Cabrera had a burn phone for contacting Heidi Berlin.

And they used to meet at Levs, wherever that is.

Yeah, no joy with that yet, but I will get onto it first thing tomorrow morning.

Right, Cabrera's timeline?

Uh... security cameras at Youniversality have got her coming and going, she all but lives there.

CLIFF: What can I get you?

Oh, not for me, mate, I gotta head off.

Yeah, Wednesday and Thursday?

Keen.

I'll see you tomorrow.

What does that mean?

What's the deal with Van der Valk and this Visser character?

Why do you wanna know?

You know curiosity killed the cat?

Just, I did some asking around and some of the guys mentioned that... "Old Man Visser" was back in the court.

That's right.

Visser was a corrupt senior police officer.

Dahlman and Piet took him down, and neither him nor his son were particularly happy about it.

Visser was arrested after a car chase.

Knowing he was caught, he deliberately drove his car at the one Piet was driving.

And Piet wasn't alone in the car.

Dahlman?

That's how she sustained her injuries, right?

(glass knocks against bar) Cliff, let's get some more drinks, hey?

Yeah... Just so we're clear-- I know what you did.

Or what your father did.

Sending his whipping boys to beat the life out of an innocent man.

And I know what you did.

Or more to the point what your boss did.

Went to visit the judge the night before the hearing to apply a bit of pressure.

It's called corruption.

Yeah, it's a subject close to your father's heart.

You know what it's like to lose someone that you love?

It's a nice touch with the stitching.

I'm sure you had fun with that.

It stops here.

Or what, Commissaris?

Or what?

(knock on door) Come in.

I'm so sorry about your driver.

Yeah, me too.

He's doing fine.

Good.

And you?

Piet didn't tell me about the hearing.

How was he at the courthouse?

He seemed fine, why?

Don't you think he was?

I don't see how he can be.

(sighs) No, neither do I.

♪ ♪ (car horn wails distantly) (water sloshing) Piet... hey, Mr. Detective, why don't you join me?

You don't talk much, do you?

Is that a problem?

No, on the contrary, it's a relief.

How's your degree going?

A juggle, but, I'm not grumbling.

That court case, Visser, I know why I was there, but why were you there?

You weren't, you were late.

Do police normally attend hearings for people they put away?

I, uh...

I read an article, it's for an essay.

"The Wrong Arm of The Law: Police Corruption in the Netherlands since 1980."

Can we talk about something else?

Sure.

Whatever you want.

You.

You want me?

Or you want to talk about me?

I don't know.

Both?

Okay.

But no one gets everything, you understand that?

Yeah, it suits me.

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over, hmm?

I guess.

Hey.

Hey.

Coffee?

Should have got you a muffin too.

Good night?

Mmm-hm.

Bye... Yours?

Yeah, the same, I think.

JULIA: Piet!

(panicked chatter) Piet, can I have a word please?

Claudia Cabrera's death is all over the front pages.

I thought we were keeping it out of the press!

Okay, duly noted.

And how long have we worked together?

I don't know, Julia, five years?

Then you'd think you'd know that I sign off on all requests for surveillance.

Yeah, well, I just thought this one might slip through the net.

Well, it didn't.

You had two of my officers do round the clock surveillance, on me!

It's a precaution.

I figured you wouldn't request any yourself.

Yeah, well, you figured right.

Just don't do it again, please.

Do I have a choice?

No.

I've canceled it anyway, okay?

Who blew Cabrera's death to the press?

(whispering): Oh, I think he might have noticed.

I'm waiting.

(muffled): I may have mentioned it to one or two people.

How many?

Four or five.

3,472,000.

Oh, Job...

I was trying to get Lotta Nagel off her phone at the crime scenes and the word "crime scene" might have been mentioned.

Brilliant.

The word "evidence" might have also slipped out.

Great.

She was vlogging at the time.

Okay, that's wonderful.

I mean there's nothing like discretion.

I went, I went through all of the footage on Lotta Nagel's phone of the event and Mila de la Parra wasn't there.

Well, maybe she didn't go.

No, she did!

She signed in with security an hour before.

So, she was there.

But she wasn't there.

Do you know what I mean?

(phone chimes) Good spot.

Check her out.

Date went well, then?

I heard that.

What are you looking so smug about anyway?

You're meant to be finding out about Levs.

Well, I have, actually.

Short for Elevenses.

It's a posh cafe where the great and the good go if they want to be discreet.

Not that Cabrera or Berlin ever were, security camera footage.

Management had to get involved, proper meltdown, apparently.

Right, just before Cabrera was murdered.

It gets better than that, this is them the day before.

This is just before Loman was killed.

9:48.

Vlog started at 10:00.

How far is this place from Ed Loman's apartment?

It's not far.

Do you wanna be more specific?

Nine-minute walk.

Eleven minutes by tram.

Interestingly enough it's an 18-minute drive by car.

PIET: You met Claudia Cabrera for a coffee at Elevenses more than once.

Why?

It's like I told your colleague, we're friends.

Look, can we not do this now?

We're very busy.

LUCIENNE: If you were just meeting for harmless coffees, why not tell us that before?

What were you rowing about?

What, who, Heidi, arguing?

Never, who with?

It's nothing, Dani... PIET: Claudia Cabrera.

Claudia?

I met her for a couple of coffees and police are making a big deal out of it.

Really, why?

(sighs) So, it's not just us she didn't tell.

What was the row about?

It was about ethics and fashion.

Wait, Heidi... sorry, what's going on?

(sighs) I'm so sorry, Dani, so sorry.

What about, what...

I just...

I couldn't keep going on with all this.

You won't listen, you won't include, and you just keep taking on more work that we can't deliver.

Danhei is on its last legs.

I've tried a million times to tell you!

I, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

I'm, I'm, what has this got to do with Claudia?

What was the package she gave you?

It was my advance to pay our staff.

I didn't want them going without.

I couldn't tell you because it was an illegal injection of cash into a failing company.

Your advance on what?

Everyone thinks I'm shot, and that you're the genius, which you are, but...

I need a new challenge.

(sighs) I was gonna join Youniversality.

I'm sorry, what?

As creative director.

Claudia was gonna take the company in this whole new and genuinely ethical holistic direction.

And she wanted me to lead that push.

DANI: Is this a joke?

I cannot, I...

I cannot lose you, I can't, I...

I'm nothing without you.

(stammering): I, literally, you've taught me everything I know.

You don't need me anymore.

You don't listen to me anyway!

Everyone knows that you were thinking about teaming up with Schneider!

He came to me and I said no!

End of!

Were you already planning this push?

I had worked on some ideas, yeah.

Anything to do with fungus?

How did you know?

You...

I cannot believe this!

How, how dare you!

Dani!

(buttons clatter) It doesn't matter how I know.

Either you stitched Ed Loman's eyes, or whoever did knew about that fabric.

Claudia was panicking.

She recognized the... stitching as the one I'd pitched to her.

She knew someone was onto us.

I was trying to calm her down.

In the end I did.

So, the deal was still on?

Yeah.

(exhales) This role as creative director, was it gonna be alongside Schneider or instead of him?

No, she was gonna sack him.

(footsteps retreating) (train screeching) Miss de la Parra?

(knocks on door) Miss de la Parra?

(pounding on door) ♪ ♪ JOB (distant): Miss de la Parra?

(uneven breathing) Doughnut?

(woman giggling) Grief's a terrible thing, isn't it?

Affects us all in different ways.

Go.

Your shoe.

(clears throat) This might not be the best time to talk about loyalty, but did you know Claudia Cabrera was about to sack you, to have Heidi Berlin in your place?

She was going to try, yes, her and Heidi.

(scoffs) An ethical new dawn, hmm.

Very touching.

I wasn't having any of it.

So, what did you do?

I tried to poach Dani Nioh.

He's way too into himself to care about the environment.

But the idiot turned me down.

I would have found somebody else but... How did you find out what they were planning?

Claudia couldn't keep a secret.

Especially when she was... (mock stuttering) out of it.

Did Mila de la Parra know?

She knows nothing about anything.

Then why did she come here yesterday?

Was that to accuse you of killing Ed?

I wiped the floor with her.

She's a complete waste of space, energy, and time.

The only reason Ed slept with her was to gain information.

Which I told her.

And how did she take that?

Oh, she went into a complete, pathetic meltdown.

Humble and sensitive.

Creativity doesn't follow rules or ethics; Picasso, a genius, was he a decent human being?

Yeah, whatever.

LUCIENNE (on the phone): Mila de la Parra, did you get her?

I thought you were meant to make people feel better about themselves.

You thought wrong.

I'm worried, get back there, now.

♪ ♪ Miss de la Parra!

(door swings open) Total angel... You what?

Total angel.

JOB: Brad!

It's not cyanide.

Yeah, well... now she's mumbling something about some total angel.

Yeah, well, maybe she likes you.

Yeah, I don't think it's me she's on about, sadly.

"T.A."

Total Angel!

(patrons chatting) I'm looking for Mr. Visser.

Jan!

This way.

Over here.

(cartoons playing on television) Ooh, look what the cat dragged in.

I'm afraid our disability access isn't as good as some.

Well, we never got to finish our conversation outside the courthouse and, uh, I'm a firm believer in dialogue.

Like the one that you had with the judge to make sure that my father stays in prison because you're bitter and twisted and haven't got over your injuries and because you want to get revenge?

I can look at myself in the mirror.

I could before your father's hearing and I still can.

What about Van der Valk?

(sighs) How's he sleeping?

Given that he's betrayed his mentor, the man who taught him everything, the one person who made him who he is today...

This isn't about him.

Your complaint is with me.

You want information?

Why don't you beat me up?

(inhales) It is tempting.

Like a bit of masochism, do you?

Now why are you really here?

Huh?

Is that an admission of guilt?

Or are you afraid of what I might do next?

Or who I might do it to?

You won't do anything without your father's say so.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that; you see, Dad, he likes to play the long game.

Me?

I like to do things quick, you know?

More of a balls to the wall kind of guy, huh?

I'd listen to your dad, if I were you.

You're not here for yourself at all, are you?

It's Van der Valk that you're worried about.

So, it was his idea to go to the judge, was it?

Oh wow, hey, no need to worry about him, I'll take care of him.

(shouting): Because, you know, I just don't like his face!

(door shuts) (grunts) (objects clattering) ♪ ♪ (taps marker) Mila de la Parra-- still a suspect because...?

BRAD: Heartbroken at being dumped, she took revenge on her ex, his new lover's partner, couldn't deal with the guilt, tried to top herself.

That was a cry for help.

Well, Schneider is the more obvious choice-- this one's just getting rid of lovers as his ego sees fit.

Agree.

Loman threatens to go public about the power struggle at Youniversality, maybe reveal Cabrera was going to sack him.

Schneider kills Loman and hopes the stitching warns Cabrera off.

But it doesn't... Heidi Berlin's not out of the woods either, she can't have been happy about someone making a vlog about her partner getting poached.

LUCIENNE: We could tail Heidi.

Yeah, good.

Let's get on to that.

What about our refugee?

Oh, alibi checked out.

IND confirmed he was attending an appointment with them.

JOB: Uh-huh.

Yes, yes, very good!

Sorry, are we disturbing you?

It's... Ah, just, I should have thought about it before.

It's an anagram!

Lotta Nagel, Total Angel.

She's our dealer.

I'm more of a Sudoku man, myself.

♪ ♪ WOMAN (on phone): Operations, can I help?

It's Dahlman, can you send someone up, please?

(indistinct phone chatter) I need some surveillance on Van der Valk.

(hangs up) You and Job-- don't get it.

I just don't get it.

Where are we going with this?

I don't think it's fair, that's all.

I told you.

I want something based on more than gut instinct.

Okay, well, triggered by that, I checked him out.

Okay, I did a bit of digging.

That mother... (rings doorbell) that he's always running home to look after?

Yeah?

(radio squawk) Died nine years ago.

(door opens) No, no, look, look, you've got this all wrong.

I'm the postman, that's all.

I deliver a bit, but I'm no dealer.

You have your own brand.

"T.A."

One person died after ingesting one of your capsules and another tried to commit suicide with them.

But I, I'm not a killer, I'm not a murderer.

If you want we can get the drug squad down here, they can turn this place over and you can vlog live while they do it.

Did you tamper with Claudia Cabrera's capsules?

No, of course not!

Who would know how to?

Anyone that knew her habit, which is like everyone.

Who else do you deal to that we know?

Dani used to participate, but Heidi cleaned him up.

Dani's... Dani's needy at the best of times.

Drugs just made him paranoid.

Where was Dani when Ed Loman was killed?

Um, on his way to work, he posted a photograph of himself grabbing a coffee, um... waitress backed it up.

Maybe we need to check that out.

Do you have a back way out of here?

I told you Lotta Nagel was dodge.

You still soft on her?

You still not telling me any more about Van der Valk and why the car crash is such a big deal?

No.

Want to hear my theory?

Do I have a choice?

Dahlman and Van der Valk weren't the only people in the car.

That's it, isn't it?

Hold on... What, so they've kissed and made up?

Here we go.

(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (door opens) (gasps) (unsteady breathing) It's Dahlman, where's Piet?

What do you mean you've lost him?

She wasn't.

Okay.

Thanks very much.

(door unlocks) So, the waitress that said Dani Nioh was at Zephy's when Ed Loman was killed lied.

Manager says she wasn't in till late.

So, he bribed her.

And posts an old photo.

(Trojan barks) ♪ ♪ What the hell is that?

JOB: It's a restaurant, Brad.

So, we've got to sit here and watch them eat?

(keys jingle, engine turns off) DANI: Because we have each other.

And we can even renew our vows.

We never made any.

Fashion vows, remember?

To be a team, to be fair.

To be gods and change the world.

(laughs) Shall we take the stairs?

No.

(Trojan barks) (birds chirping) (sighs) (knocks on glass) Hi!

Hendrik, what the hell are you doing here?

Well, I was passing and...

Passing?!

(sighs) All right, Piet asked me to keep an eye on you, in case anyone came looking.

Yeah, but you were fast asleep.

(chuckles) I was not.

And if someone had come, what would you have done?

Yeah, well, that would have made all the difference.

Yeah, but now you're here, you can give me a lift.

All right, where are we going?

We need to find Piet, now!

Do you remember if Dani went out at any point yesterday?

(sighs) Yeah, yeah, he did, between 2:00 and 4:00, I think.

Okay.

That's plenty of time to meet Cabrera and lace her drugs.

What's up there?

That's Heidi Berlin's office.

♪ ♪ LUCIENNE: It's fungus.

"Regenerating Youniversality."

It's Heidi Berlin's pitch for the gig.

That Dani was aware of.

Yeah, but he looked devastated when she told us what she was up to.

Well... he was pretending.

He already knew.

(mobile phone ringing) Hello?

JULIA (on phone): Where are you?

Oh, um... we're at Rem-Eiland.

JULIA: Piet with you?

Um, yes.

He's here right now.

JULIA: Put him on please.

Ooh, I'm sorry, I've gotta run, ma'am.

Take the stairs.

Stay outside, Don't let anyone in, or out.

(breathing heavily) Don't let anyone in or out?

Yep.

Everything's gonna change, that's... that's what I'm saying, if you listen to me.

I know that it hasn't been that way in the past... (people chatting) (dishware clinking) What do you want now?

We need to talk, don't we, Dani?

No, we, we don't.

(chuckles) We need to be left alone.

We've sorted everything out.

Yeah, Heidi's staying here, and I'm gonna do everything in my power to turn things around.

This is all you ever wanted, right?

You two... together.

(chuckles) (mobile phone ringing) Ah... Hendrik!

What you saying, where are you?

HENDRIK (over phone): I'm down here, Brad, and I'm not alone.

Oh, that's you is it?

Who's the, uh, sexy flash in the pan this time, you salty dog!

It's me, Brad, Chief Commissaris... where's Piet?

Can you get him on the phone?

I can't at the moment, he's, uh, a bit busy.

Now!

Yeah, yeah, yes ma'am, yes.

Brad!

Yeah, what?

Are we expecting company?

Oh, God!

VISSER: Hello.

And goodbye.

(guns cocking) Yeah, that doesn't look good.

Go tell Van der Valk.

He found out your plans.

(scoffs) He knew you were leaving and didn't want that, because he can't live without you.

PIET: Bit insecure, are we?

Loman threatened to tell the world.

And presumably told you what he knew.

Dani, what are they talking about?

I couldn't let it become public knowledge.

Well, that would have made it real, wouldn't it?

Did you kill Ed?

Please, Dani... tell me it's not true.

Please, Dani.

He used your fabric as a signal to the woman who was going to steal you away.

Listen, listen, listen, listen... You have to understand.

I didn't want to kill Claudia.

PIET: Until you knew she was going to ignore your warning.

(sobs) No, even then, I went to her, I begged her... What did she say?

That you and her were going to make the world a better place without me!

(exhales sharply) PIET: Time to go, Dani.

I think we might have a problem.

What kind of problem?

BRAD: Hey!

Restaurant's closed.

(gun shots) That kind of problem.

All right, everyone down!

LUCIENNE: Away from the windows.

(diners screaming) (gun shot) Who the hell have we upset now?

It's a long story.

Okay, stay in here and keep everyone safe.

Cuff him.

What do we arm ourselves with?

I don't know, think of something.

All right, everybody stay down, everyone at your tables.

Police, get up.

My name's Sergeant Brad De Vries, with the Criminal Brigade, you're in safe hands.

Stay behind your tables, everybody.

(panicked growling) Stay down and stay calm!

It's not exactly Thor's hammer, is it?

What, what?

(seagulls squawking) They don't like you, do they?

How do you know it's me they don't like?

Oh, it's an educated guess.

Okay?

Yeah.

Go!

(ship horn blares) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ PIET: Visser!

It's me you want!

Meet me up top!

Okay, you go down.

(machine gun firing) (pistol fires, man groans) Stay here, stay with them!

♪ ♪ Visser!

(grunts) (grunting, struggling) (slammed against metal) (grunting) Cloovers!

I need to help!

Watch the door!

(Lucienne grunting) (breathing heavily) (both grunting, struggling) (panting heavily) (gun shot ricochets) (machine gun firing) Please... No!

(whimpering) (machine gun fire) Dani, no!

No, no, no, no!

(machine gun fires) Lucienne!

(Lucienne fighting in distance) (machine gun fire) VISSER: Don't... you... move!

You know, it's, uh, it's funny.

You asked what use I might be in this situation.

Indeed, and I remember very clearly what you showed me.

Shut up.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm just really thirsty... (man groans) Don't bleed on the seats!

It's not my car.

(groaning) (grunts) (grunts) No one needs to get hurt here.

(machine gun fires) I can help you and your dad.

(Lucienne struggling) Why don't we drop the guns?

Why don't you?

(Lucienne struggling) ♪ ♪ (gun thuds) ♪ ♪ (machine gun fire) (fires pistol) (exhales) You're the king of the world, innit you?

(Lucienne struggling) Ah!

(Brad grunting) (keg thumps, man grunts) Cheers!

(keg thuds) (gunshot echoes) ♪ ♪ First time?

There's never a good time to start.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (laughter) CLIFF: There you go.

HENDRIK: Well done, Brad.

You got it all in the glass, then what?

(laughter, people chattering) HENRIK: Come on, fill it up.

(sighs) Everyone's good.

Everyone?

BRAD: Right, who wants free beer?

On the chief of police.

HENDRIK: Don't give it all away!

(bar patrons chattering) Any sign of Van der Valk?

No, and I wouldn't hold your breath.

Is he, uh, dating again?

Oh, I doubt it.

That's for you.

No.

No, thank you.

Are you sure?

Yeah, no, I've just, I've just gotta go and look after my mum, so...

Right... yeah.

She doing okay?

Yeah... yeah, yeah.

Well, we're here if you need us.

BRAD: Sorry about earlier.

HENDRIK: So, what, Piet's latest is getting serious?

Piet doesn't do serious.

She's no Arlette then?

No one is.

He'll never get over her.

(car door beeping) ♪ ♪ (distant): Julia... Keep still, keep still, you're okay...

I'm okay...

I'm okay... (distant): Go.

Arlette?

No, no, no, no, no, no... (water sloshing) Arlette!

♪ ♪ Arlette!

No... no, no, no.

No!

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