Episode 1: Plague on Amsterdam

♪ ♪ LUCIENNE: How do we want to play this?

I don't think we want to just knock.

♪ ♪ LUDLOW: We might have a serial killer on our hands?

PIET: "When a man is prey to his emotions, he is not his own master."

(screaming) ♪ ♪ LENA: What exactly do you do?

PIET: I clean up other people's mess.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (wind whipping) ♪ ♪ (bicycle bell rings, woman laughs) ♪ ♪ (water trickling) (meows) Hey, Pookie.

Hey, Pookie!

♪ ♪ (cat meowing) (yelps) (inhales sharply, gasping for breath) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (church bell ringing) (women laughing) Hi.

Hello!

KATRIN: Hello, I'm Katrin, and this is Ellen.

YELENA: Yelena.

We just arrived from Tallinn.

Do you know Amsterdam well, huh?

Me?

KATRIN: Yeah.

Oh, you know, a bit.

Great!

YELENA: Oh, cool!

KATRIN: Then you can help turn this dull night into a fun night, no?

Oh, we love fun nights!

Do you?

Yes.

What makes you think I'm qualified to give you a fun night?

Intuition.

Hm... YELENA: Yeah!

So where would you wanna go?

Oh.

Home?

Oh, interesting!

Ooh.

KATRIN: That's the right answer-- I like a man who gets straight to the point.

Alone!

No, no.

Listen, I gotta go.

No, please!

No!

So soon, so disappointing!

The night is so young.

Sorry I'm late-- everything okay?

'Cause for a minute there, I thought you might be chatting someone up.

KATRIN: Oh, no, he was just giving us directions.

Ah, goodbye!

(footsteps retreating, women laughing) You looked like you needed rescuing.

Don't we all?

Maybe I was playing hard to get.

Were you playing hard to get?

No.

No, you're right, I... Maybe I needed some help.

Well, consider yourself helped.

Well, thank you.

For helping.

Lena.

Lena.

Hm-- guess you're free to go now.

Yeah, yeah, I guess I am.

Paid that, can just...

I'd better go.

Hm.

♪ ♪ (door closes) (keys clatter) So, uh, it's... ♪ ♪ (grunting) (screaming) (panting) I'm sorry.

Sorry.

(shower running in background) (iron hissing) (seagulls squawking) The wanderer returns.

Good night, was it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was, very.

You been waiting long?

No, not long.

Right, get that down you.

You're gonna need it.

♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) Uh, we got tire tracks in and out of here, and boot marks everywhere.

Like those ones there.

Good point.

I'd say we're talking white male, five-ten, maybe five-11, and judging by the width of that step, I'd say mid-30s.

How'd you guess that?

I think she's describing you, Brad.

(exhales) Hendrik.

HENDRIK: Hey.

PIET: What have we got?

HENDRIK: Not exactly sure.

There's an injection mark on her right wrist.

Doesn't look like your typical junkie.

(Hendrik chuckles) You never can tell these days.

The cause of death is possible poisoning, but I'll need toxicology to confirm.

What, killed somewhere else?

I'd say so.

Lividity on the anterior aspect of the shoulders, torso, suggests that the body's been on her stomach for a while, so, we'll have to do a proper examination.

But yeah, most likely, killed somewhere else; brought here.

When?

Rigor mortis wearing off, I'd say she'd been here two or three days.

And this.

Well, there's no attempt to hide her I.D.

Name's Susie de Windt.

Solicitor at de Windt, Coeman, and Berg.

And lots of missed calls.

Someone was trying to get ahold of her.

Let's find out who.

HENDRIK: There's another thing.

Razor-sharp implement, surface wounds only, definitely postmortem.

Not frenzied-- I'd say it's a marker.

LUCIENNE: Of what?

HENDRIK: X marks the spot?

Ten in Roman numerals?

The windmill?

HENDRIK: This might help.

PIET: "It's about ethics.

"Where's XX?

Follow the philosopher's eye."

LUCIENNE: A murderer with ethics, that'd be a first.

Any ideas?

No.

Where's Cloovers when you need him?

(exhales): It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.

Please, let it be okay.

It will be-- you did nothing wrong.

I killed someone.

You stepped in when a fellow officer needed you.

End of story.

Counseling going okay?

I think we should head in.

PIET: Let's get the note checked for handwriting, paper, ink-- anything.

HENDRIK: Yeah, will do.

LUCIENNE: Victim has an X carved into her.

And the note mentions a double X.

So we could be looking for a second body, right?

Yeah.

It's a staged death.

Theatrical, cryptic notes left.

Maybe it's part of a bigger plan.

So, what are we talking, then?

Proper nutjob?

They usually are.

♪ ♪ Next of kin, husband Roland de Windt, senior partner at the same firm.

He's also a historian and polymath, whatever it means by that.

It means he's smart.

Good morning, sir, can I help you?

(phone ringing) LUCIENNE: Excuse me, Roland de Windt?

ROLAND: Yep.

Is there somewhere private we can go and talk?

Uh, yeah, yeah, back in a minute.

Sure.

Step this way.

LUCIENNE: We'll need to ask you some questions about your wife's cases.

Was she working on anything controversial?

Any disgruntled clients?

Any, anyone with a grudge?

Not that I know of.

And when did you last see her?

Um, three days ago.

And when she didn't come home, didn't you think that was odd?

Well, yeah, but I didn't think...

I didn't think this.

Well, what did you think?

That she might have gone to visit friends, relatives.

Anyone else?

Does your wife normally disappear off radar for three days?

No, and I was concerned, obviously.

But not enough to ring her.

Had you had a row?

No.

I'm pretty sure I did ring her.

No.

She had 37 missed calls, mainly work-related, but not one of them was from you.

I've been snowed under.

I, I just didn't get around to it.

Mm-hmm.

Your wife's body, it was found at a wind farm outside of town.

Does that make any sense to you?

No.

Sorry.

(phone ringing in distance) ♪ ♪ How'd you get hurt?

(Roland inhales) Fell, playing squash.

It's my escape.

(drink pours) LUCIENNE: Yeah, that's great.

P.A.

confirmed Roland de Windt does play squash.

Also hinted all maybe wasn't well in the marriage.

It's odd that he didn't ring his wife, right?

Especially if he killed her.

I mean if he killed her, he would've rung her, wouldn't he?

To cover his tracks.

Where are we at on Susie de Windt's movements?

On the morning she died, she got a bus back to the city from Sporenburg at 7:06 a.m. Sporenburg's a long way from home.

Mmm.

What was she doing there?

(cellphone rings) Hey, Lena.

(Lena speaking softly on cellphone) You answered your phone.

Well, it's rude not to.

Hm, never stopped you before.

I'm impressed-- it's almost functional.

She know what you do for a living?

No.

Well, one day, you're gonna have to tell someone the truth, you know?

Yeah.

One day.

PIET: Busy?

LUCIENNE: Dating app, Brad?

(chuckles): Dating app, as if.

(phone chirping) Yeah, yeah, all right, but I'll have you know it's 'cause I'm picky.

You know you're on a site where the women do the picking-- just saying.

What've we got?

BRAD: Site's secured.

No reports of a second stiff or missing person.

You crack the note yet?

BRAD: Well, within a whisker, yeah.

PIET: That's a no, then.

Susie de Windt's current case load.

Now, the land is owned by the city, but was in the news recently.

A bunch of artist squatters, the Polder Rebels, were due to be relocated there.

They were living on disused land in the city for years, but lost their battle against eviction four days ago.

Were offered the land as an alternative, but refused point-blank.

That's a long way from the city.

The land is contaminated, and there's plans to extend industry all up round here.

The Polder case was one of Susie de Windt's.

She's the lawyer who won it for the city against the squatters.

JULIA: Hello.

Exonerated.

(sighs, laughs) BRAD: Yeah!

(laughs) Well done, mate.

LUCIENNE: That's our boy-- I'd hardly recognize you...

Anything I need to know about?

No.

Usual.

That's vague.

Even by your own standards.

PIET: Is there anything I need to know about?

No.

You thought about getting another dog yet?

Trojan was the one and only for me.

And I'm not the only one missing him, right?

Why don't you get yourself a dog, Piet?

(softly): No.

Too much like commitment.

(phone ringing in office) Where are we at on the Polder squatters?

Artists' community, not just squatters.

It's actually a really interesting case.

LUCIENNE: We've got loads of information, thanks to Susie de Windt's files: pictures, newspaper clippings.

By winning the case, Susie de Windt gets them evicted.

So the great unwashed take revenge on the lawyer that shafted them.

JOB: Hardly the great unwashed, Brad.

Amsterdam has a long, noble tradition of squatting.

BRAD: And I've got nothing against squatting, especially if I'm caught short in the middle of the woods.

But not everyone wants a bunch of "artists" dirtying up their front doorstep.

You two, get down there.

Names, agitators, usual stuff.

I'm guessing the Polder lot had a lawyer, the one who lost.

JOB: Cassie Davids.

PIET: Okay, you and me, let's go and speak to her.

See what she's got to say.

(kids laughing) (music playing, people talking in background) Could you ever live here?

Could you?

BRAD: Not a chance.

(laughing) I thought they lost the case.

We did.

We're celebrating anyway.

We're proud of everything that we've achieved here.

And we've got a few days before we have to leave, so... BRAD: So what's the, uh, set-up here, then, anyway?

What, are you all artists and, uh, unemployed?

We all do different things.

BRAD: Right, well, wait, what about you?

TONIE: Me, a bit of everything-- film buff, photographer, mainly an inventor.

And here is my latest, and it's one of my best, it's a homemade rum.

Try it.

Ooh.

Way too early.

Oh.

CLARA: Daddy, Daddy!

Ah, monster!

(gobbling) LUCIENNE: Actually, we need to ask some questions about the court case.

Okay, yeah.

Sure, come and join, ask-- talk to anyone you want.

(tram bell rings) Ethics.

Ethics, ethics...

Follow the philosopher's eye.

Any ideas?

You're our resident genius.

JOB: I'm more of a stat man.

Maybe it's a quote.

Or, like, a hidden message or a riddle or something?

I can't be doing with all the mind games myself.

It's here.

Thought you liked puzzles.

You said you were into sudoku.

Did I?

(knocking) (hinges creaking) CASSIE: Oi!

Cassie Davids?

Yeah, but now's not a good time.

Actually, now's a perfect time.

(sighs) You got a lot of boxes here.

You going somewhere?

Oh, sharp observational skills.

Any more insights, Commissaris?

I reckon you're not teetotal.

That maybe you didn't make it home last night.

You go anywhere special?

I can't remember.

But I'm done here.

I'm fed up with the system, the defeats.

I got cynical.

It's time to quit.

Susie de Windt's been murdered.

We think her death might be connected to the Polder case.

Are you accusing my former clients of murder?

Are you targeting them because they have an alternative lifestyle?

Would I?

I don't know.

Would you?

JOB: Mrs. de Windt was last seen the day that she won the case.

And then she was found dead in the field that the city want to send the community to.

PIET: So, we think it's reasonable to suspect a connection to them or to you.

(exhales) Wouldn't you say?

BRAD: So, how long have you lived here?

MAN: My whole life.

Hey.

Hey.

What's the quote?

What, this?

Mm-hmm.

"The wound is the place where the light gets in."

Rumi.

That's interesting.

BRAD: So, uh, where are you gonna move everyone?

Uh, something'll come up.

BRAD: Some of you must be pretty hacked off with the result, right?

Mm, yeah, we were sort of expecting it.

Why are you asking?

Susie de Windt, the lawyer who acted against you, has been killed.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear this.

We're gonna need a list of everyone who lives here.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Yeah, I'll... Great, thank you.

CASSIE: Susie was a decent enough lawyer.

A bit by the book for me, but believe me, I'm not the killing type.

Look, we should have won.

Now my clients have to suffer because of a legal system more concerned with money than people.

So, what happened?

The good guys lost-- it happens all the time.

What's gonna happen to the land that they're on now?

Uh, the city are leasing it to a consortium.

They're gonna build a tourist attraction.

(laughs) Like we need another one.

(laughing) (smoke alarm blares) Ah, there you go!

Yeah, could have told you that!

(alarm stops) Whoa!

Are you mad?!

(exhales) I thought you said you weren't the killing type.

Oh, I have my moments.

That is definitely against building regulations!

PIET: Have you ever come across Susie de Windt's husband?

Yeah, he was in court most of the time.

Why?

I don't know.

You're the detective.

Check her out.

Find out about the consortium she mentioned.

Ethics.

Ethics!

I'm gonna need a bit more than that.

I was coming at it from the left side of my brain, analytically, logically, whereas with puzzles, you have to engage both sides of the brain simultaneously.

"Ethics."

It's a treatise on the metaphysical.

It's a what?

It's a book, Brad.

Baruch Spinoza.

Baruch?

Also known as Benedictus or Ben.

He doesn't look like your usual suspect, does he?

1632-1677, "Ethics" is his most famous book and he's our best-known philosopher.

Well, I'm still none the wiser.

PIET: Literally a lover of wisdom.

Like you.

LUCIENNE: What did he believe in?

Solutions to pretty much everything based on... ...monistic metaphysics.

PIET: How'd you get on with the Polder Rebels?

We got a list of everyone who lives there.

We're just checking them out.

Oh, starting with that tattooed bloke.

He loved a quote.

How was the defense lawyer?

Volatile.

"Where's the XX?"

"Philosopher's eye..." BRAD: What does it all mean?

Like, Eye Film Institute, red-light district, one-eyed Jack-- what?

JOB: Really?

There's a statue of Spinoza down by the Amstel.

Come on, I'll take you on an educational tour.

Oh, I can't wait.

♪ ♪ So, what's he looking at?

The Munt Tower?

Bridge?

Houseboats?

♪ ♪ Let's get the divers down there.

(air hisses) (swan honking) (dog whimpering) ♪ ♪ There's no signs of bloating, skin slippage, or wrinkling.

You done Susie de Windt's autopsy?

You know, I was just about to when I got dragged down here.

Patience is a virtue, Piet.

Yeah, and time waits for no man.

I did, uh, hear back from the graphologist about that ink, though-- made from... Oak gall.

I mean, this is the stuff that Shakespeare would have written with, that Leonardo da Vinci would have drawn with.

When he wasn't filling his studio with inflated intestines-- clever lad, that one.

That Spinoza would have used?

Presumably.

Rare as hen's teeth.

Find out who makes it.

And one other thing, whoever wrote that note was sinistra in Latin.

Where the word "sinister" comes from.

Yeah, and for those that don't speak Latin?

Left-handed.

One in ten, apparently.

Come on, let's get her on her front.

(groans) (Hendrik grunts) (Hendrik muttering) (sighs) BRAD: No I.D.

on her, checked her pockets.

At least there's no note on this one.

PIET: Not on her, Brad.

In her.

"When a man is prey to his emotions," he is not his own master."

Spinoza again.

LUCIENNE: Why this obsession with a dead philosopher?

PIET: "Tick tock, who owns the city?

The fire stealers?"

You got any ideas?

Well, don't look at me.

Why does the killer leave notes, anyway?

Does he want to get caught?

"Tick tock," that worries me.

BRAD: So, who's got the third X?

Maybe it's me.

What if we're dealing with a serial killer?

They like puzzles.

They kill at least three or more.

I've got some notes on serial killers here.

76% of the time they're male, but that's just stats.

Um, there's no strict rules, but they would tend to be a loner, anti-social, solitary, smooth-talking, yet insincere.

(speech slowing): Egocentric and grandiose, with a lack of empathy for anybody else's feelings.

Could be pretty much anyone, couldn't it?

He was in de Windt's office-- who is he?

Oh.

Ruud Lipman.

He's the head of the consortium that gets the Polder people's land.

All right, speak to him, see what he knows.

Your tattoo-- city flag, right?

Course-- Amsterdam.

So, we've got a dead lawyer who represented the city and an unidentified body with a note.

Who owns the city?

Well, I don't know who owns it, but I know a man who wrote a book about it.

(bells chiming) Your office said I'd find you here.

What's it, another escape?

Not long after your wife was found murdered.

Have you found out who killed Susie yet?

Oh, not yet.

How was your marriage?

Got any complaints?

My marriage was fine, thanks.

Yours?

Never got that far.

Hm.

Your wife spent her last night out near Sporenburg.

You know anything about that?

Could she have been having an affair?

(sniffs): I don't know.

What do any of us ever really know about each other?

That could almost be a Spinoza quote.

You've got a chapter on him in here.

You a fan?

He's a great thinker.

Your mother never tell you it's rude to stare?

Not anymore.

So... What does Spinoza have to do with my wife's death?

A note was left near her body, referencing "Ethics."

A second body's turned up, another Spinoza quote there.

You're a bit of an expert.

I do hope that's not your only line of inquiry, Commissaris.

Oh, it's not.

No, there's a couple more.

Ruud Lipman.

You know him?

Only through Susie.

What was he doing at your office?

Well, I assume he was there to see her.

About the case?

Yeah.

According to Cassie Davids, you were in court a lot-- why?

To support Susie.

But you said you didn't know the wind farm, where your wife's body was found, and yet moving the Polder community there, well, that was a key part of the case.

Well, I wasn't in court every day.

And if the wind farm meant something to me, why on Earth wouldn't I tell you?

That's been troubling me, too.

Why would you lie?

Unless that's just a, a lawyer thing?

You don't know me.

No.

But I know me, and that helps.

Are you investigating my wife's murder, or are you pointing the finger at me?

I'd be very careful if I were you.

Is that a threat?

Free legal advice.

Rare these days.

I'm enjoying it.

Will you sign it?

Are you serious?

Not always.

But most of the time.

Are we done?

Or are you gonna join me in the sauna?

We're done, and I've seen enough, thanks.

For now.

(ship horn blares in distance) Terrible about Susie.

You caught the bastard yet?

Uh, we're still working on it.

You were due to meet her yesterday, is that right?

RUUD: Yes, yes, that's right.

I, uh, I wanted to thank her.

Her winning the case gives us the green light to develop the land.

And to build a tourist attraction?

(chuckles): A little bit more than that, gentlemen.

The Amsterdam Eye.

The largest observation wheel in Europe.

Here you go.

(clears throat): More questions?

Hm?

This side.

(clears throat) (birds chirping) (tool buzzing in distance) Remind you of anything?

Yep, the writing on the notes.

What sort of ink do you use?

A Japanese one, mainly.

You know anything about oak gall ink?

That's for manuscripts, isn't it?

LUCIENNE: How did you get on with Susie de Windt?

(chuckles): I didn't.

Yeah, we heard about that.

She had a case against you-- harassment, wasn't it?

No, stitch-up.

There's one law for them and another for us.

She had spies crawling everywhere trying to find anything they could use against us, so I hit back.

How?

By following her.

See how she liked it.

But they turned that to their advantage, and slapped an injunction on me.

That can't have gone down well with you.

Life sucks and then you die.

That's not a Spinoza quote, by any chance?

(chuckles) How do you use these things?

Why are you so interested?

Why?

'Cause I've got two dead bodies with two notes, both written with something like this, and I'd like to see one in action, if you care to show me.

♪ ♪ Do you mind if I check the ink?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

(arguing) PIET: We need to keep an eye on the Polder lot.

Let's get some officers down there.

(loud jazz playing) Unmarked cars, round the clock.

Sure.

Do you have to?

(music stops) It's not like it's gonna wake anybody up, is it?

Check the ink.

Hm.

Right, first things first.

No signs of sexual assault on either victim.

But the Xs both carved with the same, or very similar, implement with not one, but two cutting edges.

Cheese slicer?

Possible.

Cause of death, internal hemorrhaging leading to multi-organ failure triggered by a massive injection of an anticoagulant often found in cases of rodenticide.

That's, uh, rat poison to you.

And also, these small, localized areas of bruising on the side of the muscles of her neck.

So there's one on the right, that's probably the thumb.

Then, three, four left-- the fingers.

A left-hander, then?

Well, done with the left, sure, but doesn't necessarily mean left-handed, does it?

There's also similar areas of bruising on the inside of her left bicep.

As if she'd been grabbed or gripped tightly.

The yellow-brownish discoloration suggests it's historic.

Could that pre-date and be unconnected to her death?

It could indeed.

You thinking her husband's hand injury?

Yeah, maybe.

HENDRIK: And as for this one, huh, yeah, pretty fresh.

Comparing the diatoms in the tissue to the sample I took in the river, it's not the same.

She drowned somewhere else.

(email tone chimes) Although I did detect the presence of, uh, fish feces in her lungs.

Take your time-- there's no rush, we hate to bother you.

What?

Not at all, Piet, far from it-- you're always welcome down here.

Oh, yeah, got a match for her DNA.

Her name is Juliana Holt.

PIET: Wouldn't happen to have an address, as well, would you?

Commissaris, your wish is my command.

Get a snap of that.

Enjoy!

(phone camera clicks) (loud jazz resumes) LUCIENNE: Thanks.

(bells ringing in distance) Julianna Holt, 33, set up her own PR company.

Very right-on, very alternative.

What was she doing on our database?

Arrested at an environmental protest march about three years ago.

(phone camera clicks) Is that yours?

Yeah.

Nice, what'd you pay for it?

BOY: Wanna buy it?

1,000 euros.

BOY 2: Give me the camera!

BOY 1: No!

(arguing) ("Entrance of the Gladiators" playing softly) (music playing loudly) (door closes) (music continues) There's an X.

Another one here.

(music continues) Right, let's turn this off.

Um, yeah.

Uh... (remote beeps, lights buzzing, music continues) ♪ ♪ Hm.

Hey.

I think the police are watching us.

I need the keys to Tonie's workshop.

Uh... You stay here, sweetheart?

(kisses) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (buttons beeping) What did the police want earlier?

Don't worry about them.

♪ ♪ Everything's gonna be fine.

(device chirps, radios squawking) (scraping) (man exhales) He's toying with us.

Pages are from "Ethics."

There's got to be a connection between Juliana Holt and Susie de Windt, right?

You'd think so.

According to her website, Juliana Holt specializes in promoting "the tolerant, liberal city of the free spirit that she loves: Amsterdam."

Maybe she's mates with the Polder lot.

Have we got her computer back yet?

Yeah, it's already with tech.

And the car outside is hers, by the way.

Hmm, modest apartment, brand-new vehicle.

Either it's family money or that's got be on finance, right?

Yeah, I'll check.

How'd you get on with Django Keet's ink?

It's not oak gall.

Not used to write the notes.

Any ideas?

Maybe.

Spinoza was Amsterdam-born and -bred.

Expelled age 23 for heretical beliefs by his community.

Betrayed and exiled.

Story of my life: expelled from school, numerous bars, three marriages.

I could go on.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe it's not about the philosophy.

Maybe it's about the man himself.

(cellphone ringing) You can thank me later.

Looks like I'm wanted.

By Dahlman, before you ask.

Like I would.

(siren blaring in distance) JULIA: Come in.

Sir.

So, when were you going to tell us we might have a serial killer on our hands?

When I knew for sure we did.

LUDLOW: Papers seem to think so.

Since when do we take any notice of them?

LUDLOW: Notes, Spinoza quotes-- should we be worried?

Is this some grand plan master murderer?

Well, he's pretty up himself, I'll give him that.

Narcissist, I believe, is the term.

LUDLOW: Are there going to be more victims?

JULIA: Not if we allow the team to get on with their job.

Right, Piet?

Right.

Oh, one more thing.

Stop pissing off lawyers, will you?

De Windt rang me to complain.

Great about the hearing.

Your mum must be relieved.

Yeah, very.

Let's get out of here.

Chief's breathing down our necks.

We've drawn a blank on why Susie de Windt was in Sporenburg.

My money's on her having an affair, but... What's out there, anyway?

It's just a load of new housing, right?

Yeah, just social and domestic.

A few shops, businesses, charities, that sort of thing.

What sort of charities?

Um, children's and a women's refuge.

It's victims of domestic abuse.

Hendrik said she had some historic bruising.

See if she contacted them.

Sure.

Juliana Holt.

You were right about the car.

No family money, parents both dead, and a brother who seemed to think she was struggling for money.

Did she lease it?

Bought outright-- checking to see if the sale's on camera.

Maybe she's got a rich partner.

Maybe.

Any link to the Polder lot?

No, nothing obvious on the computer.

Right-- you coming or what?

♪ ♪ (exhales) (sniffs) Same time next week?

Yes, about that.

We're both grown-ups, right?

Uh-huh.

This seeing each other...

It's all part of the game.

Sleeping with the enemy.

Trying to get an angle.

We had some fun.

We did.

We move on?

Water under the bridge.

Ships that pass in the night.

Good.

I knew you'd understand.

(lighter clicks) (grunts) (pen clicking) Yeah.

(snoring) Yeah, that's it!

That's it!

I've got it!

Uh, look, um... Look.

BRAD: Now's a bit early to be turning to drink.

It's a nice beer, though.

JOB: No.

What do you see?

Is that a trick question?

JOB: What were you taught that the three Xs in the Amsterdam flag stood for?

"Triple X badass city."

Did you even go to school?

Yeah.

Well, not all the time.

These are the three trials our city had to go through.

The flood.

Yeah.

Plague.

Mm-hmm.

Fire.

Right.

Precisely!

So, victim number one: Susie de Windt, rat poison-- plague.

Victim number two, Juliana Holt: drowned-- flood.

Victim number three... Is going to be killed by fire?

Yes, the fire stealer!

Whoever that is.

FRANK: Prometheus.

The fire stealer.

Prometheus.

Yes, yes, Prometheus!

Prometheus stole fire from the gods and brought it to mankind, and as punishment, had his liver plucked out by vultures.

So, the next victim's a Greek god?

Admittedly, I don't have it all figured out yet.

Ruud Lipman.

Ruud Lipman, Ruud Lipman... Is a Greek god?

(Brad muttering) Ah!

No, no, no, his consortium, that's Prometheus!

Good.

Let's go.

Frank, enjoy.

Thanks.

(music box playing) (sizzling) (music box continues faintly) (doorbell rings) I didn't order a pizza.

(engine stops) (doorbell rings, pan sizzling) Press another.

(touchpad beeping) (sizzling) (doorbell rings) ♪ ♪ Here we go.

(alarm blaring) (smoke alarm beeping, pan sizzling) (Lipman screaming, muffled) (screaming, muffled) Go!

The killer can't be far!

(alarms continue) Job, where are you?

(alarms continue) (breathing raggedly) (alarms continue) ♪ ♪ (siren approaching) (siren stops) You two okay?

Yep.

A few minutes earlier, we would have had him.

Exactly, he's getting careless.

He's messing with us.

He's trying to prove a point.

What about?

I don't know.

Amsterdam, maybe?

We've got a lawyer who represented the city, a PR woman who championed it, and a developer who's transforming it.

Susie de Windt and Ruud Lipman knew each other, right?

LUCIENNE: Yeah.

And we're checking to see if Lipman's got any properties in Sporenburg, where we think she spent her last night.

So how does Juliana Holt fit in?

She doesn't-- well, so far.

HENDRIK: Shame we don't get paid by the crime scene, hm?

He's got three Xs on his back, this time before death.

Painful-- sadistic, even.

Yeah, or pragmatic.

He couldn't do it once the guy was on fire.

Cameras?

Disabled.

HENDRIK: I take it we've discussed the, uh, the elephant in the room.

Logically, this guy will have a note somewhere about his personage telling us the whereabouts of the next victim.

If there is one.

There's three Xs on the flag.

What if he's stopped?

Mission accomplished.

I don't think so.

Well, either way, you can't perform an autopsy on someone while they're still alive.

HENDRIK: Yes, but we can do a scan.

No.

I'm not asking the family of a burns victim fighting for his life if we can poke around with his body.

Well, what if a life depends on it?

I said no.

The medical team won't let you anywhere near him, anyway, while they're trying to keep him alive.

We'll have to think again.

(tram bell ringing) (phone chimes) LUCIENNE: Oh, that's good.

Thanks.

(phone chimes) Brilliant, great.

Here you go.

(phone chiming) PIET: Can you mute that, please?

CLIFF: No, he can't.

It might be a hot match.

I've got a hot match for you, Brad.

That was tech.

Juliana Holt was on your dating site.

Really?

The last text on her phone was about a date with... Rita Wijngarden.

Possibly the last person to see her alive.

(laughing): Oh, God, yeah, I've seen her on a few of my apps.

JOB: How many are you on?

Nine.

(mouths) Covering your bets?

(phone beeping softly) Yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here we are, Rita Wijngarden.

Yeah, "about you," she's an artist, bisexual, and then her hobbies include Hier... (mouthing) Hieronymus Bosch sculpture and... Whoa!

Spinoza?

Or serial killing?

Ink making.

Ask her on a date.

LUCIENNE: What, Brad and a potential serial killer?

It's a match made in heaven.

I mean, to be honest, I think I've dated a couple of those already.

(chuckles) Well, can't I just, you know, can't we bring her in for questioning or something?

I mean, she could end up being, like, Jacqueline the Ripper or something.

Well, I figured you liked them feisty.

Besides, our killer's smart.

If it is her and we bring her in, she'll be ready for us.

Whereas an innocent date, that might get us an inside track.

Yeah, it might get my liver eaten with Chianti and fava beans, as well.

Yeah-- one for the team.

I mean, it's your call.

♪ ♪ PIET: "All things excellent are as difficult as they are rare."

Lens grinder by day, philosopher by night.

He'd have made a good detective.

Well, someone's not happy.

Um, uh, yeah, a couple of things, um.

That was a women's refuge.

They want to talk about Susie de Windt.

That's a bit weird, someone like her contacting them.

I don't see why.

A vulnerable woman's a vulnerable woman from any walk of life.

I'll speak to them.

And the problem?

Rita Wijngarden's agreed to a date.

Excellent.

We'll get you wired up, then.

Not gone off the idea, have you?

Well, I've just looked her up on another couple of apps and she's got an IQ of 146.

Wow!

That's almost genius level.

That's even higher than... Yeah, yeah, and she's a master in jujitsu.

Well, you'd better not upset her, then.

LUCIENNE: Piet, might have something.

Just been sent footage of Juliana Holt buying her car.

Look who was with her.

Juliana Holt-- friend of yours?

Name doesn't ring any bells.

There we go again, doing that lying thing.

(chuckles) It's becoming a bit of a habit.

You were with her when she bought a brand-new car.

What?

PIET: That she couldn't afford.

Bit younger than you, ain't she?

(sucks teeth) It's none of your business.

We fished her out of the Amstel.

So, it's become my business.

(elevator chiming) She won't be needing the car anymore, whereas you need to start explaining.

Now.

We were friends, that's all.

Do you normally buy friends a new car?

We were having an affair.

Got a problem with that?

Me?

No, no.

I got a problem with her being dead, though.

Like your wife.

Did she know you were having an affair?

Could she be having an affair with Ruud Lipman?

That you didn't take kindly to?

I told you, I don't know what my wife was up to, and vice versa.

Ah, that's right, yeah.

You didn't ring her for three days.

Where were you between 9:00 and 10:00 yesterday evening?

At 10:00... Oh, I was visiting Susie's relatives, offering my condolences.

They live down south.

Very thoughtful.

We can check.

Be my guest.

Right, conceal it... Ow!

You all wired up?

(cackles) Yeah, I'm wired, all right.

Don't know why I have to be, though.

Might cramp my style, all you lot listening in to the master at work.

PIET: We'll all be there.

Nothing will happen.

Well, I mean, it's unlikely.

LUCIENNE: Right.

PIET: Ruud Lipman is still in hospital.

70% burns and organ damage.

Well, de Windt's sister-in-law confirmed he went to see her yesterday evening.

I mean, he could have got back in time to kill, if he'd driven like a madman.

Let's see if we can pick him up on motorway cameras.

Okay.

BRAD: Django Keet's still in the frame.

He went AWOL from the Polder around the time Lipman went up in flames.

PIET: How do we know that?

Surveillance officers on the ground said they only realized once he'd returned.

Must've slipped out a back way, like he knew we was watching.

Are you sure my pay grade stretches as far as dating potential serial killers?

With an almost superhuman intellect and the ability to snap you in half, like a twig.

Not helping.

Watch out if she's left-handed and orders a cheese board.

Yeah, really not helping!

Actually, you're right.

I'd never ask you to do something that I wouldn't do myself.

If you're not up for this, I could throw my hat in the ring.

(mumbling): No, that's all right, I can, um...

I'm prepared to give it a go.

You know, sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.

Spinoza?

Seneca, the Stoic.

PIET (on phone): Brad, we're just around the corner.

We can be there in a minute.

Two minutes.

Five, tops.

Five, we'll be there.

Yeah, you're meant to be calming me down.

PIET: I have calmed you down.

All right, Job's gone ahead.

Just get on with it.

BRAD: Oh yeah, fine!

So, Bambi's got my back.

Yeah, great, great.

(mumbles) (phone clicks) Let's go.

Okay.

(people talking in background) Hi, Rita, um, nice to, um, meet you.

You, uh, look, um, very, um... Like your profile picture.

Which is always a good thing.

BRAD: Can I, um, sorry, can I, um, get two beers and some... (stammers): ...snacks for the table, as well, please?

(responds) Um... Mm.

So, um, do you come here often?

Yes-- I like it here.

Yeah, it's nice.

So, I, I, I gather you make ink?

Not exactly subtle, is he?

RITA: Yeah, it's a thing I do, yeah.

Cool.

Why?

Do you?

(chuckles): No, no, I, I...

Didn't even know you could... (stammering) What kind do, do you make?

Well, there's a few.

Oak gall?

That's, that's, uh, the stuff that Shakespeare and, um, Leonardo DiCaprio used, right?

Wow, the master.

Mm.

RITA: How do you know that?

Oh.

(chuckles) Not just a pretty face.

I, I just, I read, um, lots of, uh... (blows out through lips) It just sticks in my brain, like, um, pointless information.

(chuckles) Um, uh...

Enjoy.

Cheers.

(phone beeping) (typing, text sends) (phone chiming) So, you're, um, left-handed.

That's very, um, Sinatra.

It's where we get the word "sinister" from.

Do you always talk this much?

Only when I'm nervous.

I'm new to this dating stuff, if I'm honest.

Um, a friend of mine put me on to it, Juliana... Holt.

Juliana, Juliana... Juliana Holt?

What, you, you know her?

Yeah, I met her.

No way!

Yeah.

I came here with her, actually.

Oh?

How did that date go?

You're not the ink person, are you?

BRAD: No.

I thought you were the ink person.

Juliana was told about me by someone who bought my ink.

RITA: Thought we might be a good fit.

But, uh... Did you get a name?

Why are you quizzing me?

Well, I mean, was it a boy, girl?

Who was it?

(chuckles) I think I'd better go.

RITA: Weirdo.

(footsteps retreating) Do we let her go?

(train clattering) PIET: Commissaris Van der Valk, Inspector Hassell.

We need to speak with you about Juliana Holt.

What's this?

It's a murder investigation.

LUCIENNE: I'm sorry, but Juliana Holt was killed the night of your date.

And we think you might have been the last person to see her alive.

PIET: The person that suggested you to her, the one who bought ink, did Juliana mention who it was?

Uh, no.

Someone she knew.

Was it a man or a woman or... She'd didn't say.

Have you ever sold ink to either of these two men?

I sell this all over the world, it's all done online.

Okay, do you keep a record of everyone you sell to?

I post it, so I've probably got a list somewhere.

Is it okay if these two come and get a list of them now?

BRAD: Hi.

Really?

(cellphone ringing) JOB: The car's just around the corner.

PIET: Yep.

JOB: This is my colleague Brad; obviously, you've met.

Okay, when?

All right, yep.

Lena?

No, hospital.

Ruud Lipman died.

We need to find Hendrik.

I'll find a list.

(door closes) I like your art.

It's a very... Strong use of color.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, very, um, Hieronymus Bosch.

Uh... Any chance I can use your... You know, all them beers.

On your left, downstairs.

So, you want me to print it?

Yes, please.

If you could, thank you.

(jazz band playing) (band continues) (song ends) (audience cheers and applauds) PIET: Hendrik!

I need you in the morgue.

(birds calling) You found the keys, then.

Didn't find the light switch.

It's here.

I'll show you around if you want.

That's the helm, that's the compass, and that's the throttle.

(objects clattering) (birds cawing in distance) What exactly do you do?

I clean up other people's mess.

(birds cawing in distance) Hey.

Sorry, I've...

I've gotta go.

I didn't want to wake you, I was... Oh, no, no, sure, just... Give me five minutes and I'll be out of here.

There's no need.

There's no need.

You can, um... Stay.

Only just be careful if you take her out on the water.

The sails can be a bit tricky.

I'll bear that in mind.

(gate opening) Job the Pope, what are you doing here?

I never leave home without one.

Um, I was working late, and then Frank started telling me his life story.

Right, you'll need some strong coffee, then, huh?

Hm.

Oh, join the queue.

Hi, Frankie.

FRANK: Hi.

Frank?

Thank you.

PIET: How'd you get on with that list of people who bought the ink?

JOB: Still working on it.

Rita Wijngarden's art is very dark: X motifs.

Brad almost passed out.

He's, uh, checking on her alibi now.

Name Cassie Davids mean something?

Said she'll meet you there.

JOB: You don't look surprised.

I think she came by my boat last night.

(people talking in background) (snaps fingers) Find out where Django Keet went when he left the Polder the day before yesterday.

Will do-- you?

I've got a date with Cassie Davids.

What would Lena say?

Told her what you do yet?

Yes.

And Lena?

She's a doctor, okay?

She deals with the living, I deal with the dead.

CASSIE: You're late, which is rude.

You shouldn't keep people waiting.

Shouldn't stalk people late at night, either.

Who was your friend?

A friend.

So that's the pleasantries over.

What do you want?

I'm on a deadline.

I thought I'd save you the trouble of tracking me down.

Thought I'd offer myself up for an in-depth interview.

Well, I'm touched.

Why?

Two of the victims are linked to the case I lost.

But not Juliana Holt.

Still, I must at least be high on the list of suspects.

Particularly since I had a quickie in a hotel with Ruud Lipman just hours before he died.

Oh, you're good.

I put myself high on a list of potential suspects, and you barely flicker.

I'm pretty sure you'll have your defense prepared.

Well, why would I meet Ruud in a hotel if I was gonna kill him a short time later?

It depends what happened in the hotel.

I've seen what you can do with a heel.

I haven't got time to play games.

Oh, don't say that.

You can't imagine the images I'm conjuring up in my mind.

(bicycle bell rings) Aw, I was at least hoping to get handcuffed.

Maybe later.

LUCIENNE (voiceover): Django Keet's not at home.

No, sorry, I haven't seen him today.

So, no idea where he is?

Uh, no, no sorry, I haven't seen him.

What do you guys do about security around here?

Have you got cameras?

TONIE: Yeah, yeah, some.

When we realized de Windt, Coeman, and Berg were watching us, the community asked me to rig something up.

Figures.

Do you know where Django might be?

Yeah.

(grunting): Go get Mummy.

He's gone to see de Windt.

He said he'd found something out and was going de Windt-hunting once and for all.

♪ ♪ (rattling) (device beeps) (door buzzes) RECEPTIONIST: Hello, sir, how can I help you?

Is de Windt here?

Do you have an appointment?

Excuse me?

De Windt!

Excuse me, sir, do you happen to have a... (gasps) De Windt!

I'm on to you!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, relax, relax!

(grunts) (woman yells) ROLAND: All right, Django, calm down.

(grunting) Calm down, we're trying to... We, we can talk this through, all right?

(woman gasps) Back off!

♪ ♪ (grunting) (shouts) (grunts) I'll kill you!

JOB: Freeze!

(Roland panting) (exhales) You know what's bugging me?

I'm trying to catch a killer who's careful.

In control of his emotions.

Whereas what you did to de Windt was the opposite of that.

Which means either you've lost it or you're innocent.

LUCIENNE: We know you snuck out of the Polder the day before yesterday.

Where did you go?

To see him?

It's a nice photo.

Not so nice.

He's the one that was gonna build on your land.

And here's who won him that chance.

I mean, you can see where we're heading.

(exhales) What if I told you where I went?

Yeah, that'd be a start.

You have no idea what de Windt has done, have you?

He's messed with our lives.

Everyone has.

Chew you up and spit you out.

De Windt would stop at nothing.

He fixed the case against us, and I just needed confirmation.

So, I beat the truth out of the deputy mayor's sidekick.

And he won't have reported it on account of taking de Windt's bribes.

But he'll have ended up in hospital.

That's where I was.

Before.

After.

Do you know her?

(chuckling): Yeah.

I, uh, might have seen her at the, the Polder.

And what was she doing there?

(breathing deeply) She was doing the, the PR.

(scratching arm) She helped with the case.

She was all for promoting the city's alternative lifestyles.

Well, there's no record of that on her computer.

Or mention of her in the case.

(door beeping) LUCIENNE: Piet.

He's telling the truth.

The assistant deputy mayor was admitted to hospital.

All right, we'll charge him with that.

And get tech to look at Juliana Holt's deleted files.

Okay, will do.

And Dahlman wants you to meet her at de Windt's members' club.

Good.

I want to speak to him anyway.

Brace yourself.

(splashing) To what do I owe the pleasure?

It's about the state of your marriage.

Oh, it's too early for me to start dating, I'm afraid.

You really don't do it for me, I'm afraid.

And I visited a women's refuge in Sporenburg, Mr. de Windt, which provides refuge for women escaping domestic violence.

Your wife was staying with them while they found her an apartment.

Utter fantasy.

(sniffs) And the deep-tissue bruising my pathologist found on your wife's body?

Utter fantasy, too?

Like the injury to your hand?

JULIA: Your wife had one beating too many.

Or perhaps forcing her to accept corruption was the final straw.

Hearsay and slander.

JULIA: Your wife left a detailed testimony outlining exactly what happened to her and a list of bribes you paid to key people at City Hall.

PIET: You bought the case for Ruud Lipman.

Presumably in return for money.

Like you bought Juliana Holt's silence.

My tech team just found her deleted PR report.

It was a glowing defense of the Polder community.

It never surfaced.

But a flash car did.

You weren't going out with her at all, were you?

Purely business.

Did you kill her?

Your wife?

What about Lipman?

(cellphone ringing) Yeah.

Hendrik, what do you got?

JULIA: Now might be a good time to call a lawyer.

Hm.

It's time to get dressed.

(startles awake) Hey, hey, hey!

Come on.

HENDRIK: Hey.

That note was found in Ruud Lipman's stomach.

There's no Spinoza this time, but Valiant, Steadfast, and Compassionate, like the Xs.

PIET: "God must die.

Big Bang at high noon."

Yeah, I like this note.

(chuckles) PIET: "Littorally."

Yeah, it's not every day you get to save God, is it?

Not that I am, that's, that's your job.

But, uh, yeah, I have every faith, Piet.

Godspeed.

♪ ♪ PIET: Right, how long we got till high noon?

One hour, 47 minutes.

JOB: It's 46 minutes now.

LUCIENNE: Where's Dahlman?

Briefing the chief at City Hall.

Okay, "One more Big Bang.

"God must die at high noon.

Littorally."

Uh, spelt wrong.

JOB: No, it's a different word.

With an O, it means shoreline.

Right, so what have we got as a shoreline?

Uh, nothing concrete.

Just give me something.

Okay, well, look, Ruud Lipman is from something of a property dynasty.

His plan for the Polder land, the Amsterdam Eye, is actually just a bigger version of something his dad did decades ago: a Ferris wheel at the pier near the Hague.

We need more than that.

Where are we at on who bought the ink?

In Amsterdam, one was a museum, one was a nine-year-old into calligraphy, and a third one died last Tuesday of a long-term illness.

Okay, look further afield.

Look outside the city.

Left-handed.

Who've we got?

LUCIENNE: De Windt isn't, checked with his P.A.

Django Keet doesn't seem to be.

BRAD: Uh, Tonie Alderlink isn't.

PIET: Cassie Davids isn't, either.

Rita Wijngarden definitely is a leftie, but her alibi checks out.

When Ruud Lipman went up in flames, she was at a restaurant with friends, and that is confirmed.

We need to figure out who the next target is and get to them first.

God must die, but who is God?

JOB: God, the creator.

BRAD: God's gift.

God the, the originator, the sine qua non.

It's Latin.

BRAD: With any more of that and it'll be you who meets his maker.

Good, good-- maker, builder...

I've got a name for the ink and an address in the Hague that's near the pier: Ben Hawthorn.

Didn't you say Baruch was a variation on Ben?

JOB: Yeah.

What about Spinoza, where's that name from?

Espinoza.

It's Portuguese, which means hawthorn.

So, Ben Hawthorn is Baruch Spinoza.

What, our killer?

Check that address.

Now.

Yep.

JOB: Brad!

Step on it, will you?

PIET: Next victim... "God.

Maker, builder, inventor?"

Inventor?

Tonie Alderlink's an inventor.

♪ ♪ PIET: A lot of rejected patents.

Trades as Great Original Design.

GOD.

He's the next target.

♪ ♪ (engine revving) (tires squealing) ♪ ♪ Are you sure this is the ink address?

Yes!

Come on.

(music box playing softly) (phone beeping) (device whirring and beeping) Tonie?

Tonie!

Have you seen To... Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, he thinks a Ben Hawthorn sometimes works here as a projectionist.

I just had some words with Tonie, that's all.

Was there a row about the eviction?

(sighing): About everything.

Him, us.

(sniffs) I need to think about Clara.

And Django.

Does Tonie know about you and Django?

No, I didn't think so, but now I'm not so sure anymore.

Mr. Hawthorn!

Where is he?

To the pier, near the Hague.

He grew up there.

His parents ran the old fairground there.

That was replaced by the Ferris wheel, right?

ANNA: Yeah.

What's going on?

Is everything okay?

(projector whirring) Hello?

Let's get the pier evacuated.

Just in case there's a Big Bang.

(car door closes) Wow.

LUCIENNE: Okay, thanks.

Dahlman's contacting the DSI.

(phone chimes) (phone clicks) (man panting on video) What I don't get is why Tonie Alderlink would be a target.

He's on the Polder side, right?

Yeah.

(projector whirring) It's all here.

Everything is here, Brad.

(birds cawing) ♪ ♪ (engine roaring) (brakes squeak) (sirens wailing in distance) How could the killer know Tonie Alderlink would come here?

To reference it on a note?

I mean, how could they be sure?

(emergency radios running in background) ♪ ♪ The lens grinder.

The what?

Spinoza's day job.

He was kicked out of his home, exiled.

LUCIENNE: Got him.

JOB: Brad.

PIET (voiceover): Spinoza wasn't just a philosopher.

He was like an inventor.

It's a mirror image.

Tonie Alderlink isn't just the next victim.

He's left-handed.

He's also the killer.

♪ ♪ (crowd panicking) PIET: Go, go, go!

(crowd shouting) (projector whirring) Move!

Move!

LUCIENNE: Stand to the side.

♪ ♪ (tires squealing) (siren blaring) Move-- move!

♪ ♪ (birds cawing) Made it in time for the fireworks.

So you're the Big Bang.

Not just me.

Check for explosives.

The Ferris wheel.

OFFICER (on loudspeaker): Remain calm and follow the instructions.

Please leave the pier now.

Remain calm... Move out!

(announcement continues) You lived here as a kid, right?

Yeah, until we were kicked out.

And they built that.

Mum and Dad never got over it.

Took me years to find the Polder.

And then evicted again.

Another wheel about to be built.

The circle of life, eh?

Like Django says: life sucks and then you die.

Yeah, but no one needs to.

I do.

And guess what?

You're going to kill me.

Or I will blow them up.

OFFICER (on loudspeaker): Please leave the pier now.

Please leave the pier and follow the instructions of the police.

Remain calm... (crowd panicking) ...and leave the pier now.

(sirens blaring) (brakes squeal) (sirens stop) Let's go.

OFFICER: Let's go, guys, take positions, let's go!

OFFICER 2: Let's go!

Let's go!

♪ ♪ BRAD: Lucienne!

What is it?

C4, I think.

I'm gonna need a screwdriver.

(announcement continues in background) Come on...

Boys, you can go.

Go, check for more.

♪ ♪ If I press this, they go up and we go up.

How do I know the vest's real?

Want to risk it?

Shoot me.

(beeping) (exhales) (birds screeching) Everything for a reason.

The notes, the quotes, even the ink.

All just to bring us here.

(chuckles) Yeah.

I want people to see what happens to the little guy.

The establishment kills him.

To the powers that be, we're all just ants.

Ants that they can crush-- shoot me.

What the hell?

DSI?

They're on site, I'm just talking to them.

It's all over the news.

He's livestreaming.

You know, generally speaking, I'd rather save lives than take them.

I don't want to shoot you.

♪ ♪ (announcement continues, people talking in background) Move it, quick, quick.

(beeping) BRAD: Lucienne, are you... You need to, um... Oh, my God, that is a lot of wires.

Think about your daughter.

It's Clara, wasn't it?

Don't talk about my family, okay?

You don't know me.

You know nothing about me.

But I know what it's like to wake every morning and feel the weight of a burden.

Trust me.

LUDLOW: DSI got a clear shot?

Then what are you waiting for?

Van der Valk.

(beeping) BRAD: Just tell me you know which ones to cut.

LUCIENNE: This one, I think.

You think?

BRAD: Oh, just cut 'em all.

Just cut 'em all!

(beeping) If I do that, we'll all go up.

(beeping) ♪ ♪ (inhales) (exhales) All right, you need to come and do the next one.

TONIE: Anna will leave me for Django and she'll take Clara.

And I can't bear that.

I knew that if we lost the case, that would be the end, I'd...

I'd lose everything.

I have nothing!

No one to live for!

So come on!

Do me a favor: put me out of my misery.

I've had enough!

Wait.

No!

PIET (on video): Wait.

You kill them, you're no better than the rest.

Let them take the shot.

(exhales): Not until I'm sure Piet wants it.

Do it!

♪ ♪ (breath trembling) (helicopter engine whirring) "One should not mock, "regret, condemn, but understand human action."

That's your man Spinoza.

An inventor, like you.

Evicted, like you.

Betrayed, like you.

You know, the difference is, he didn't quit.

He continued.

He led a meaningful life.

I don't think you've got it in you to kill innocent people.

I killed the others.

Shoot me!

Push the button.

(beeping) Push it.

Or hand it over.

LUDLOW: Is he mad?

Let them take the shot.

No, he knows what he's doing.

Press it.

Or give it to me.

(beeping) ♪ ♪ What?

Ludlow.

Take the shot.

Target in sight.

LUDLOW: Take the shot, now.

(rifle fires) No!

No, no, no... ♪ ♪ (beeping) (gasps) ♪ ♪ (distorted tone playing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds cawing) Linked to the explosives?

The vest was fake.

Well, the explosives weren't.

Turns out God couldn't kill himself.

He needed us for that.

(music playing in background) There you go.

Ten to one says Lucienne can drink you under the table.

Good.

Ten to one Lucienne can drink you under the table!

HENDRIK: Great.

You told him about the bomb squad, I take it.

It might have slipped out.

Well done.

Wasn't just me.

It was teamwork.

(talking softly) Did you know Job lied to us?

Claims he was looking after his mum when she died years ago.

JULIA: Piet.

I'm sorry about earlier.

No, it's not your fault.

So, where've you been?

With Lena?

No.

No, there's a new girl in town.

(whistles) (barks) Yeah, sit.

Good girl, good girl.

This is Sniffer.

(laughs) The latest reject police dog.

Trained in drug detection but partial to marijuana.

She kept falling asleep on the job.

HENDRIK: Very Amsterdam.

She was gonna be shown the door.

JULIA: Very pleased for you.

Piet does commitment-- who knew?

(chuckles) No, she's a present, for you.

That way, I can keep feeding her treats whilst you shoulder the responsibility.

(gasps) Go on now.

Ooh!

Hello, Sniffer.

(whines) I know.

(softly): Oh, Sniffer, you're gonna come and live with me now.

(Sniffer barks softly) Yeah, come here.

Good girl.

Hello.

Hello, Sniffer.

Let's go to the coffee shop.

Yeah.

(click) ♪ ♪ PIET: What have we got?

HENDRIK: It's a male torso.

The diamond family.

We do what we want.

PIET: We've got another body.

Bad things happen when I like people.

♪ ♪ You've never kept something from me before.

You have to trust me on this one.

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