All language subtitles for Baptiste - 01x04 - Vertrouwen.FOV.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

They took her sister. They
trafficked a 15-year-old girl.

You wanted to save Cristina.

The way you couldn't save
your own daughter.

I need all of it back.
Every last cent.

Find that money.
And return it - fast.

Mr Baptiste is no use to you now.

But we can help each other, Mr Stratton.

The only thing that matters to me
is getting the money

before they hurt anyone else,
like your family.

I never expected this investigation
would lead to such a place.

Why didn't you tell me
that Niels is my son?

Get in the car.
Don't fight it, Edward.

You do not look
anything like your father.

Some people say that I do.

Hm. People say all kinds of things.

Tell lies to try and...

..connect.

To make you like them.

When did people stop being honest?

What do you want?

Your only use to me
was to find Natalie.

But she's gone, now.

I have the French detective,
a man who finds missing things,

looking for the money.

He will work quickly,
he knows his family's in danger.

OK.

I took this bag with me...

..when I went to see your father.

And used this...

..to separate him.

You think he's going to
give the money to you

after you threatened his wife?

He was a detective,
he thinks like a detective.

He's just going to pass the money
straight to the police.

None of this is your
concern any more.

Baptiste trusts me.
I will stick by him.

If he finds the money,
when he finds the money,

I will make sure that
it comes back to you.

You make me promises when all
you have done is to fail?

Just let me try.

Doesn't cost you anything
to let me try, does it, really?

Please?

I'm begging you.

Stop. You're embarrassing us both.

24 hours to bring back
what you took from me.

OK.

If you fail...

..then you will end up
looking like your father.

Yeah.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

I've never talked about it,
not with anyone.

There were so many times,

with close friends, after a few
drinks, that I... I wanted to.

But, er...

..I kept it with me.

Was I one of those people you
thought of telling the truth to? Or..

..did it never cross your mind?

I hated you, Julien.

I loved you,
and I wasn't enough for you.

And when I met Stefan,
it was too late.

I was already pregnant.

He loved me.

He saved me.

Niels is helping you
find this money.

You will be spending time with him.

You have to promise me, Julien -

you will not tell him.

Well, I, er...

It's not my place. I know that.

Mm-hm.

- Except...
- Except what?

Doesn't everyone deserve
to know who their father is?

It's not your secret to tell.

But you know as well as I
that secrets can be a poison.

Not if they remain a secret,
they don't.

All I ask is that you consider
saying something.

It's up to him
to do with it what he pleases,

but the choice should be his
to make.

No?

"Her strong sense that neither
she nor any human being deserved

"less than was given did not blind
her to the fact that there were

"others receiving less who had
deserved much more.

"And in being forced to class
herself among the fortunate,

"she did not cease to wonder at the
persistence of the unforeseen."

How dare you?

How dare you come here?

How long have you been coming?

- I just wanted to see him.
- Oh!

And you think he's just
sitting there silently,

waiting for the next chapter?

Praying that his mistress will come
back to finish reading him a story?

Do you think my husband has any idea
of what is going on around him?

- OK, I'm going.
- Yes, you should go!

You should be out there,
finding the people who did this!

The last person he needs reading
to him like a little child,

is the woman who put him
in that chair in the first place!

Mr Stratton?
It's Officer Genevieve Taylor.

Oh, yeah.
What do you want from me now?

Mr Stratton, it's important.

Tell me where you are,
and I can come to you.

I really have no time for this.

Yeah, but you're going to want
to hear what I have to say.

- Ah! Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

You OK?

Er, yeah, sorry. I'm,

I'm tired. That's all.

I promised, er, Edward Stratton
we would collect him on our way.

I know I'm here unofficially,

and the help you're offering
Mr Stratton is your business, but...

You're concerned about
bringing him along?

Well, everything that's happened
to him, the stress he's under,

- I mean, he could be a liability.
- True,

but I'd rather have him beside me
than on his own, doing God knows what.

He's a desperate man.
That's all I'm saying.

And desperate men are unpredictable.

Yeah. So they are.

So, where does the
tulip farmer live?

What was so important?

I need you to meet
Constantin Baracu,

and I need you to wear
a recording device.

I told you on the phone, I'm on
a deadline - I have 24 hours.

And unless I'm imagining
the whole thing,

I thought we'd already
been through this.

Forensics have been to your house.

They've tested every corner of the
place, of your father's remains,

but they found nothing.

No fingerprints, no DNA,
nothing that links it to Constantin.

But you, Edward -
you are the best chance I have had

in a very fucking long time
to get something on him.

What if I say no?

If you say no...

..I'll have you arrested.

Arrested? What for?

The murder of Natalie Rose.

The girl you claimed
to be your niece.

She drowned.

Why would you even suggest...?

You lied to the police
about who you were.

The two of you were involved
in stealing a serious

amount of money from the Brigada
Serbilu. The case could be made.

No-one would ever believe it.
It's ridiculous.

Maybe.

But in the meantime,
I'll bring Baptiste in.

Take his statement about Natalie.

And while he's doing that, your
deadline with Constantin expires.

You wouldn't. You can't.
If he doesn't have that money...

You help me, and I won't stop
Julien Baptiste

trying to find
what you're looking for.

Help me, and then at
least you get something.

What do you say?

I say, "Is it too early
to have a bloody drink?"

I am done pissing about here,
Mr Stratton! Make a choice.

Not really a choice, though, is it?

No, it's not.

Arrange a meeting.

Today.

I'll be in touch.

I can't come with you.

She wishes to use you
to get to them?

Yeah.

Seems like,
everywhere I go at the moment,

someone's trying to blackmail me.

You can find the money, right?
I see you've got help.

We'll find the money.
I have to, Edward.

Just promise me
you've told me everything.

- Everything I told you is the truth.
- Hm.

Take care.

How are your family managing
with all this?

Each day they are in that safehouse,

I'm reminded they are there
because of me.

And will be there a great deal
longer if we do not find that money.

You'd better find it, then.

Mr de Boer?

Do you speak English?
My name is Julien Baptiste.

Detective Niels Horchner.
Can we come in?

Mr de Boer?
You know why we are here?

Your grandson.

You have him, yes?

He's in the other room, sleeping.

He's recovering from an operation.

Please, don't take him away from me.

His father, my son,

made too many bad choices.

Natalie wanted me
to take care of him.

She left me a letter, she begged me.

Oh, I can't read Dutch, sorry.

Mr de Boer, tell us about the money.

How do you know about this?

She left it for the child?

She buried it. Can you imagine?

She didn't trust me enough
to leave it with me!

Er, Natalie buried the money.

So, she intended to
come back for it?

Well...

..she just wanted it
to be somewhere safe,

while she was waiting
for Matty to get better.

But then she died?

Yes.

And when she did,

her lawyer sent me that letter
she had prepared...

..in case of the worst.

It told me
where I could find the money,

except I'd found it already.

My dog, Casper, he dug it up.

Did she give you any instructions
what to do with the money?

She wrote she needed it
for something important,

something too dangerous
to trust anyone with it.

But she said that, if she died,

she didn't want the money
to go to waste.

It was to be spent on Matty.

Mr de Boer,
this was not her money to give.

A lot of people's
lives are at stake.

We need it back.

What? What is it?

It's gone!

Oh, sweet Jesus!

Gone how?

Well, it was there when I came back
with the boy, and then,

after I got him
settled, next morning,

the car window was
smashed, and, er...

And?

Look, it's important that you
tell us everything that happened

since you came into contact
with this money.

Yes. I took it with me
when I went to get the boy.

And then I drove back.

I stopped, only once.

That was it.

My car had broken down,
so I bought a new car at the garage

by the service station
on De Vanderkreig.

Did anybody there see the money,
or see you take it out?

It was late.

I was very careful.

And then I took the boy home...

Bram.

He was there the next morning.

He does some odd jobs
around the village.

He sometimes cleans my windows.

I was taking care of the boy,

and the money was in
the trunk of my car.

He could have seen it.

Do you have a surname? Bram...?

- Visser.
- Bram Visser?

Bram Visser.

What's up?

Has the boiler packed up again?

I need to talk with you.

What? What is it?

It's the truth.

What do you mean?

I recently met with a man
called Constantin.

Someone I worked with
here in Amsterdam,

a very long time before I met you.

Whatever you're trying to say...

..just say it.

I always knew.

From a young age, I...

..I felt this body was not mine.

For a long time, I ignored it,
and...

..it made me angry.

I was so angry.

Maybe that's why I did
the things I did.

Then...

Then I realised that
I wanted to do something about it.

I wanted to change,

and I knew then that I had to
leave my old life behind me.

I didn't want to do bad things
any more.

I don't understand.

You need to know about this,

'cause the people I worked with are

dangerous people. And now...

Now they know who I am.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I fell in love with you...

..after the operation.

And you fell in love with me, and...

..I couldn't bring myself
to tell you.

I didn't want to risk that look
on your face right now.

Didn't you know?

Deep down?

You're...

I'm sorry.

I'm still the same person that...
The woman you fell in love...

The woman? The woman?

You just stay the fuck
away from me, OK?

You stay the fuck away!

Mm-hm.

I'm going to need more officers.

More?

My detectives have other things
to do than catching Romanians!

This may be your war,
but we're not your army.

I'm co-ordinating five
different countries at once.

When I leave this office,
I spend my entire time talking to

chiefs of police in Belgium,
in France, in Romania, so...

If you need me to call your
superiors and order you to help me,

I can, but I'd really rather not
spend more of my time on the phone.

Hey! I didn't say no.

Do you make many friends
with that attitude of yours?

I'm not here to make friends.

Edward Stratton's agreed to meet
Constantin and wear a listening device.

- I just need more officers.
- I'll get you them.

Martha?

When did you give up?

What do you mean?

When did you stop giving a shit?

I haven't given up.

Right.

Well, I hope your boss was sitting
far enough away from you in there

not to smell the barrel of vodka
you've tucked away.

You should know better.
Brush your teeth at least.

Hey.

You have it?

No.

Please! Please!

- You made me a promise, Mr Stratton. Hm?
- Argh!

Have you forgotten? I just...

I own this place. You understand?

And if I ask them to clean your
blood from the table, it's done.

And they're quick.
They've done it before.

I will get it to you.

You think I want anyone else hurt
after what you did to my father?

This is your jugular vein.

It would take...

..ten minutes to die.

Just wait... please.

You can trust me, Constantin.

I made you a promise,
and I'll keep it.

Why is it that you think
you can waste my time, Mr Stratton?

I'm not.
You're in charge here. I know that.

I just need you to know
that you can trust me.

So how was that for you?

What happened?

You heard what happened.
I heard what was said,

but I'm not a complete moron,
despite what you might think.

Your masterplan wasn't working, OK?

Someone like that was never just
going to magically open up

about the shit they've done,
just 'cause you want them to.

So I wrote him a little note
on a beer mat.

I told him you were listening
to our conversation.

- Jesus Christ!
- I told him I could help him.

If he thinks I can update him
on your investigation,

or feed you false information,
then I'm useful to him.

So he said to call me
when you weren't listening.

So, I meet him again,
somewhere he feels safe.

Maybe he opens up.

Maybe you get what you want.

So you're trying to get
a sociopathic gangster to trust you?

- Brilliant!
- I've given you what you want.

Now let me meet up with Baptiste.

Baptiste doesn't need your help.
I do.

And in the meantime,
I need more officers.

I need a team with
directional mics on standby

so you don't have to wear a wire.

We have to be ready with surveillance in

whatever location Constantin chooses.

And in the meantime,
what am I supposed to be doing?

We'll get you a... a new hotel room.

Somewhere safe where you can
get yourself together.

Ah, you want to keep an eye on me?

You look like you could use a rest,
Edward.

Yeah! Rest. Right.

That'll fix everything.
Maybe a nice cup of tea.

And then this whole nightmare
will really be over, won't it?

What's this?

The Band.

"Music From Big Pink".

You know, the band members -
they rented this big pink house

just after touring with Bob Dylan.

No, no. I mean this strange,
shiny piece of plastic.

I know where I am with a compact disc.

Yeah... in the '90s.

Careful. I'll tell your mother!

We need to stop for petrol if we're
going to get to Mr Visser's house.

I might use the bathroom.

I'm coming back.
I'll make my excuses.

I'll be back soon. Just, er...

Yeah, OK.

OK, yep, bye.

It's your mother?

No, no, no, no, er, the office.
They want me back.

No day off for me, it seems.
I just get here, and they...

It has to be now?

Yeah, yeah. That's what they say.

I'm really sorry, Julien.

I can get a local police car
to drive me, you can carry on.

Yes, yes, of course. I understand.

OK. So, thank you.

Mr Visser?

Mr Visser?

Yah?

Bram Visser?

Yeah. Yeah.

You clean windows for Mr de Boer?

And who are you?

I'm Julien Baptiste.
I am a friend of Mr de Boer's.

May I come in?
Er, it's a mess in here, so...

Erm...

did you see a black canvas bag
in Mr de Boer's car

when you were there?

- No.
- No?

It was in the trunk of his car.

You didn't happen to notice it?

I said no.

Mr Visser, what was inside this bag

was not the windfall
you may think it to be.

It's the property of a very
dangerous group of people.

And believe me when I say it's
not in your interest to lie to me.

I'm busy. I... I can't.

Julien, hello.

I found Herman de Boer.

He had the money,
but it was taken from him.

Oh, Jesus, it's never-ending.

The man who I think
has the money has a hidden door

inside his house
with two padlocks on.

These are not the usual actions
of someone with nothing to hide.

I could make it up there.

Can we get into his house?

Oh, but, Edward...

..I cannot be sure of this.

Well, just tell me where you are.

Mr Stratton? I'm sorry, but it isn't
safe for you to leave this hotel.

- It's all right. It's all right.
- I need to see someone....

Get off me!

Liaison Officer Genevieve Taylor,
asked you to do this, right?

It's for your own safety, sir.

Is it bollocks.
It's for her benefit, not mine.

We need to ask you to return
to your room, sir, now.

All right. All right.

Greg?

Is this Kim Vogel?

Sorry. Yes, it is.

I've heard you help girls
who want to set up on their own.

A friend of mine
was telling me about you.

I do. Are you based in Amsterdam?

Yeah.

Can we meet? Now, if you're able?

I really need to talk to someone.

OK, OK. What is your address?

Bakers Caf�, Westerstraat, 1015 LX.

Has he called?

No. I was supposed to
get in touch with him.

And have you?

No, because I'm capable
of following basic instructions.

I'm only supposed to call him
when you told me to.

I'm sorry. It's just...

..when we do this,
we want to get it right, that's all.

How long are you going to
keep me here?

I met your friends downstairs.

They were kind enough to redirect me
back in here.

Like I said, we want to get it
right, and that takes time.

You make it sound like we've
put you in prison, Mr Stratton.

Not many prisons have
a five-star spa.

Never have been one for spas.

You're missing out.

I've done everything
you asked me to, haven't I?

I just need to be where Baptiste is,

because I have less than a day.

You're here for your own safety.

Oh, don't give me that shit.

It's true.

You're the one that told Constantin
you're working with Europol.

Do you really think you can just
walk around with impunity any more?

Maybe he'll take you up
on your offer.

Maybe he'll agree to meet you, and
use you, and try to get information.

Or maybe he'll do what
he usually does

when he's confronted with a problem,
and just kill you where you stand.

What are you doing here?

What is it about this case
that makes you...

..like this?

You know what these people do.

It's more than that, though,
isn't it?

None of this is for real.

None of this is actually happening,
is it?

We are here to protect you.

Mm.

And what about Clare?

I'm speaking with Scotland Yard.
Your ex-wife will be safe.

Speaking with them?
What's that meant to mean?

I spend half my time wading
through bureaucratic crap,

trying to get things done.

Getting a 24-hour protective detail
is expensive,

and it takes time to sign-off.
But I will. I'm very persistent.

I've noticed.

Do you want to have a drink
from your expensive mini bar?

It's going to be OK, Edward.

We're going to make sure
those fuckers can't hurt anyone

ever again.

And just like that,
all their problems were solved.

The team won't be ready
till tomorrow.

We'll ask you to make contact
at six. I'll be back before then.

What am I going to do until then?

Like I said, there is a spa.

I'm guessing you haven't
taken a breath

since you took the money
from that van.

Honestly, it would do you good
to unwind.

Right.

Might get my nails done.

I will see you in the morning.

See you.

Hello.

How are you, my love?

Oh, I'm fine. The baby's fine.

- And Sara?
- She'll be OK.

Don't go out.

Promise me you will be careful.

I will.

Moi aussi.
I'm almost scared to ask.

How things are progressing?

Well, I think I know
where the money is,

but er, it will be a risk.

Then do what you have to do.

Je t'aime.

Get out!

Get out!

You have nothing to fear from me.

You're in my house!

What do you want?
Who... Who are you?

I told you, I'm Julien Baptiste.

I'm a detective.
I work with the police in Amsterdam.

I'm not here for this.

I'm here because Herman de Boer
had a large amount of money

stolen from him.

That bag I told you about earlier?

There was a million Euros
in cash inside.

I took nothing!

Perhaps it's true, you took nothing.

But, perhaps you saw something.

How dare you?

Breaking into my house and...

I should call the police.

Yes.

Call them, please.

You can explain to them
how you spend your time

watching the private lives
of half this town.

That's what this is, isn't it?

You use your job to watch people,
don't you?

They let you into their homes,
you work away in the background.

They forget you're even a person.

And when their backs are turned,
you plant eyes in their ceilings,

ears in their walls.

You, you, You're the one that...

You broke into my house. I...

Believe me, Mr Visser, the police
will not care when they see this.

It will not end well for you.

I... I don't know anything
about this.

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

I mean, the cameras, sure, but...

..I don't know anything
about any money, I swear.

Mr Visser...

..these, er, these screens.

These cameras. They are all over
the village, are they?

It's...

It's curiosity, you understand? I, I...

- I'm not some kind of a pervert.
- OK.

Do you have any near the garage?

The service station down the road?

I... I don't know...

Mr Visser, do not make this any
worse for you than it already is.

Okay.
I'll look.

Er, make yourself a coffee or something.

Mr Baptiste!

Yes.

This is er, the garage
by the service station?

Mm-hm. The garage, uh, restrooms.

- I'm not a pervert.
- OK.

But do you have other cameras
at this garage?

This is the only place
Mr de Boer stopped.

If anyone else found out
about that money,

it would have happened here.

Only in the restrooms.

Play it.

OK.

This is around nine.

As you can see,
there is no-one until...

Errrrrrrrrr,

What is he saying?

He's saying they should
book a holiday. Quit work.

It's his brother he's talking to,
I think.

He says he has never seen
so much money in his life.

We have our man.

Who, Jasper?

- Do you know him?
- I know everyone in the village.

That's Jasper Staverman,
our dentist.

He gave me a root canal last year.

Horrible business.

I'm grateful for your help.

And er, in return, Mr Visser,

I will give you the chance
to destroy all of this.

You... You won't call the police?

Try to make a life of your own,

so you won't need to find
refuge in the lives of others.

I still have connections, I think.

These people will come
and check on you.

And if anything of this remains,
you will be sent to prison,

where you can watch only what
goes on just beyond your own bars.

I... I will.

I will. Thank you. I will.

- Julien.
- Hi. I'm sorry to disturb.

I need to find someone.
Licence plate, credit cards.

You've found what you've been
looking for?

Almost. I believe this man,
Jasper Staverman, has it.

He's a dentist in the village
of Gijsen.

You ever get tired of being so right
all the time, Julien?

You're angry with me?

You had no right.
No right to lecture me.

I was not.

We keep things from the people
we love all the time, don't we?

- To protect them?
- He's your son. He loves you.

And he will love you
whatever you decide to tell him.

OK. I'll get one of my detectives
to call you about Jasper Staverman.

Bye.

No? Maybe this man?

Jasper Staverman.

Wie Ben jij?

I need a moment of your time.

Hey. I'm busy.

Ironic. This is the word.

Your car is fitted with a GPS
tracker to protect you from theft.

And er, yet it leads me right to you,
a thief.

What do you want?

Mr Staverman, you need to stop
spending that money.

So, who the hell are you?

You saw Herman de Boer moving
that money outside the garage.

And when he got home, when he was
inside his house, you stole it.

This is ridiculous.

You think your friend de Boer
carries a million in cash

in the back of his car?
You think that money belongs to him?

Hey, answer my question -

who the hell are you?

The real owners are very dangerous
people, Mr Staverman.

Their name is the Brigada Serbilu.

They have no compunction
for who they hurt and who they kill.

People are commodities.

Human life means nothing to them.

Ones they buy and sell
and dispose of,

without any, second thought.

So er,
your choice right now is simple.

You can hand me the money,
and go back to your quiet life

attending the teeth of
Gijsen, or

I leave,

and I tell the Brigada Serbilu
your name.

I tell them you have their money.

And, er,

Mr Staverman...

..you will then be having
a very different conversation.

Hello?

I have it.

Mr Stratton?

Yeah. Yeah, I just can't believe it.

Thank you, Julien. Thank you.

Where shall we meet?

I thought Officer Taylor
had you on a leash.

Er, yeah, yeah. No, she does. Erm...

..I'll figure something out,

and I'll call Constantin, and
I'll text you where to pick me up.

Jesus Christ.

Thank you, Julien.

I was beginning to worry.

Sorry, sorry.

It's OK. We are at the end now,
almost there.

Can I see it?

Jesus.

You found it. You actually found it.

Where are we meeting Constantin?

It's time to put all this behind us.

He's round the corner in a bar.

Let's waste no more time.

Qu'est-ce qu'ils font?

C'est bizarre, ça!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.

Hey! Stop!

Where the hell are you going?! Stop!

Merde!

C'est pas vrai.

Edward, what are you doing?

Some good has to come out of this.

I'm sorry.

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