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(WINDMILL CREAKS)

(WIND TURBINES WHOOSH)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(DARK MUSIC)

(TAP SQUEAKS)

(SHIP'S HORN BLARES)

(BIKE BELL RINGS)

(LAUGHTER)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SEAGULL CAWS)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(WOMEN SPEAK INAUDIBLY)

(MIAOWS)

Hey, Pookie. (DOOR CREAKS)

Hey, Pookie.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(POOKIE MIAOWS)

(GASPS)

(THEME MUSIC)

(CHURCH BELL TOLLS)

(WOMEN LAUGH)

(WOMEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

Hi. Oh. Hello.

Hello, I'm Katrin and
this is Elen. Jelena.

We just arrived from Thailand,
Do you know Amsterdam well? Huh?

Me? Yeah.

Oh, you know, a bit.

Great. Oh, cool.

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

Oh, we love fun nights.

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

Hmm. Intuition.

Yeah. (LAUGHS) So where
would you wanna go?

Oh.

Home?

Oh? Interesting.

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

Alone.

No. No.

Listen, I've gotta
go. No, no, please.

That's so disappointing.
The night is so young.

Hey, babe. Sorry I'm late.

Everything OK?

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

Uh, no, he was just
giving us directions.

Uh... goodbye.

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'm...
Maybe I needed some help.

Well, consider yourself helped.
Well, thank you for helping.

Lena. Lena.

Mmm. Guess you're...
free to go now.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

Paid that, I can just...

I'd better go.

Hmm.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(DROPS KEYS)

So, uh...

(SEAGULLS CAW)
(CHURCH BELL TOLLS)

(GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)

(YELLS)

Ahhh!

(PANTS)

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

(STEAM HISSES)

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.

(WIND TURBINES WHOOSH)

BRAD: Uh, we've got tyre
tracks in and out of here,

and boot marks everywhere.

Like those ones there.

Good point. I'd say we're talking
white male, 5'10 ", maybe 5'11".

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.

(SIGHS)

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.

(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 and torso

suggests that the body's been
on her stomach for a while,

so I'll have to do a
proper examination.

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 ID.

Name's Susie de Windt.

Solicitor at De Windt,
Koemen and Berg.

And lots of missed calls. Someone
was trying to get hold of her.

Let's find out who. HENDRIK:
There's another thing.

Razor-sharp implement.

Surface wounds only.

Judging by the minimal blood
loss, definitely post-mortem.

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

LUCIENNE: Of what? HENDRIK:
'X' marks the spot.

'10' in Roman numerals.

The windmill? HENDRIK:
This might help.

(READS) "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?

It's gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK.

It's gonna be OK.
Please let it be OK.

It will be. You did nothing
wrong. I killed someone.

You stepped in when a fellow
officer needed you. End of story.

Counselling going OK? I
think we should head in.

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

HENDRIK: Yeah, will do.

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, a 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 he means by that.

It means he's smart. Good
morning, sir. Can I help you?

Excuse me, Roland
de Windt? Yep.

Is there somewhere private
we can go and talk?

Uh, yeah.

I'll be back in
a minute. Sure.

Step this way. (PHONE RINGS)

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

Was she working on
anything controversial,

any disgruntled clients,
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've 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. LUCIENNE: No.

She had 37 missed calls,
mainly work-related,

but not one of
them was from you.

I've been snowed under. I
just didn't get round to it.

Mm-hm.

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

Does that make any
sense to you? No. Sorry.

How'd you get hurt?

(ROLAND INHALES DEEPLY)

Fell playing squash.

It's my escape.

(POURS DRINK)

Yeah, that's great.

PA confirmed Roland de
Windt does play squash.

Also hinted that 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?

The morning she died,

she got a bus back to the city
from Sporenburg at 7:06am.

(MOBILE RINGS) Sporenburg's
a long way from home.

What was she doing there?

Hey, Lena.

LENA: Hello. Hi.

(LENA SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE)

You answered your phone.
Well, it's rude not to.

Hm. Never stopped you
before. I'm impressed.

It's almost functional.

Does she know what
you do for a living?

No.

(PHONE BLIPS REPEATEDLY) Busy?

Dating app, Brad? (SCOFFS)
Dating app. As if.

Yeah. Yeah, alright.

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.

PIET: What have we got?
BRAD: Site's secured.

No reports of a second
stiff or missing person.

You cracked the note yet?
Well, within a whisker, yeah.

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.

Bunch of artist squatters
- 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 there.

The polder case is one
of Susie de Windt's.

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

DAHLMAN: Hello.

Exonerated. (LAUGHS)

Yeah! (LAUGHS)

Well done, mate.
That's our boy.

Not that we recognise you...
Anything I need to know about?

Nah. Usual.

That's vague, even by
your own standards.

Is there anything I
need to know about?

JOB: Yeah.

DAHLMAN: No. BRAD: because
we need you pronto.

You thought about
getting another dog yet?

Trojan was the one
and only for me.

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

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

Nah. Too much like commitment.

(PHONE RINGS)

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.

They're winning the case, Susie
de Windt gets them evicted.

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

Hardly the great unwashed, Brad.

Amsterdam has a long noble
tradition of squatting.

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.

Cassie Davids.

OK, you and me, let's go and speak
to her, see what she's got to say.

(CHILDREN LAUGH AND YELL)

Could you ever live here?

Could you?

Pfft.

Not a chance.
(PUPPETEER VOCALISES)

(PEOPLE LAUGH)

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...

So, uh, what's the set-up
here, then, anyway?

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

We all do different things.

Right. Well, what about you?
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. (SCOFFS)

Daddy, Daddy! Oh, monster.

(MUNCHES) Mmm!

Actually, we need to ask some
questions about the court case.

OK, yeah, sure. Come and join
us. Talk to anyone you want.

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

Ethics, ethics. "Follow
the Philosopher's Eye."

Any ideas? You're
our resident genius.

I'm more of a stat man.
Maybe it's a quote.

Like a hidden message or
a riddle or something?

Can't be doing with all
the mind games myself.

It's here.

(HINGES CREAK)

WOMAN: Oi!

Cassie Davids. Yeah, but
now's not a good time.

Actually, now's a perfect time.

(SCOFFS)

You've got a lot of boxes here.

You going somewhere? Oh,
sharp observational skills.

Any more insights, Commissaris?

I reckon you're not teetotal

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

Did 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?

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.

So, we think it's reasonable
to suspect a connection to them

or to you.

Wouldn't you say?

So, how long have
you lived here?

My whole life. Hey.

Hey. What's the quote?

What? This? Mm-hm.

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

Rumi.

That's interesting.

So, uh, where are you
going to move everyone?

Oh, something will come up.

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.

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.

(LAUGHS) (SMOKE ALARM BEEPS)

Oh, there you go! Yeah,
could have told you that.

Oh! Are you mad?

(SIGHS)

I thought you said you
weren't the killing type.

Oh, I have my moments.

That is definitely against
building regulations.

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.

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

1632 to 1677.

'Ethics' is his most famous book

and he's our
best-known philosopher.

Well, I'm still none the wiser.

Literally a lover
of wisdom, like you.

LUCIENNE: What
did he believe in?

Solutions to pretty much
everything based on...

..monistic metaphysics.

How did 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 defence lawyer?

Volatile.

"Where's the XX?
"Philosopher's Eye."

What does it all mean?

Like, EYE Film Institute?

Red-light district?
One-eyed jack?

What? Really?

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

(BELLS CHIME IN DISTANCE)

So, what's he looking at?

The Munt Tower?

Bridge? Houseboats?

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(MUSIC FADES)

Let's get the divers down there.

(SWAN HONKS)

(DOG WHINES)

Well, there's no signs of bloating,
skin slippage or wrinkling.

You done Susie de
Windt's autopsy?

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

Patience is a virtue, Piet.
Yeah, time waits for no man.

I did hear back from the
graphologist about the 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. 1 in
10, apparently.

Right, let's get
her on her front.

Go on, then. (GROANS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

No ID on her. I've
checked her pockets.

At least there's no
note on this one.

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?

"Tick tock. Who owns the
city? The Fire Stealers."

You got any ideas?
Don't look at me.

Why does a killer leave notes
anyway? Does he wanna get caught?

"Tick tock." That worries me.

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 -

antisocial, solitary,
smooth-talking yet insincere,

egocentric and grandiose

with a lack of empathy

for anybody else's feelings.

Could be pretty much
anyone, couldn't it?

Mm.

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.

Alright, speak to him,
see what he knows.

Your tattoo - city flag, right?

Of course. Amsterdam.

So, we've got a dead lawyer
who represented the city

and an unidentified
body with a note.

Who owns the city?

I don't know who owns it,

but I know a man who
wrote a book about it.

(BELLS CHIME IN DISTANCE)

Your office said
I'd find you here.

What, is it another escape?

Not long after your
wife was found murdered.

Have you found out
who killed Susie yet?

Oh, no, 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?

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 there.

You a fan?

(DARK MUSIC)

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,
uh, 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 you gonna
join me in the sauna?

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

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?

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.

Uh, 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?

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?

Yeah, it's for
manuscripts, isn't it?

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'd care to show me.

You mind if I check the ink?

No.

OK.

OK.

Thank you.

(DISTANT ARGUING)

We need to keep an
eye on the polder lot.

Let's get some officers down there,
unmarked cars, round the clock.

(FREE JAZZ MUSIC
BLARES) Do you have to?

(MUSIC STOPS)

Well, it's not like it's
gonna wake anybody up, is it?

Check the ink. Ah.

Right. First things first.

No signs of sexual
assault on either victim,

but the 'X's both carved with the
same or very similar implement

with not one, but
two cutting edges.

Cheese slicer? Possible.

Cause of death,
internal haemorrhaging

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
localised areas of bruising

on either side of the
muscles on her neck.

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

and three, four on the
left - the fingers.

A left-hander, then.

Well, done with the left, sure,

but it 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 discolouration
suggests it's historic.

Could that predate and be
unconnected to her death?

Could indeed.

You thinking her
husband's hand injury?

Yeah, maybe.

And as for this one,
well, 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,

although I did detect the presence
of fish faeces in her lungs.

Take your time. It's no
rush. We hate to bother you.

Oh, not at all.

But far from it. You're
always welcome down here.

Oh, yeah, we've got
a match for her DNA.

Her name is Juliana Holt.

You wouldn't happen to have
an address as well, would you?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Commissaris,
your wish is my command.

Get a snap of that.

Enjoy. (CAMERA CLICKS)

(FREE JAZZ MUSIC BLARES)

LUCIENNE: Thanks.

(BELL TOLLS)

Juliana 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.

Is that yours? Yeah.

Nice!

What did do you pay for it?
Wanna buy it? 1,000 euro.

BOY: Give me the camera! No!

(BOYS ARGUE)

('ENTRY OF THE GLADIATORS'
BY JULIUS FUCIK PLAYS)

(POOKIE MIAOWS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES LOUDLY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

There's an 'X'.

Another one here.

Right, let's turn this off.

Um... (MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(REMOTE BEEPS) (LIGHTS BUZZ)

(MUSIC FADES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Hm.

Hey, I think the
police are watching us.

I need the keys to
Tonie's workshop.

Uh...

You stay here,
sweetheart? (KISSES)

(BUTTONS BEEP)

What did the police
want earlier?

Don't worry about them.

Everything's gonna be fine.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

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
specialises in promoting

the tolerant, liberal city

of free spirit that she loves -

Amsterdam.

Maybe she's mates
with the polder lot.

We got her computer bagged yet?
Yeah, it's already with Tech.

And the car outside
is hers, by the way.

Mm. Modest apartment,
brand-new vehicle.

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

Yeah, I'll check.

How did 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.

The story of my life.

Expelled from school, numerous
bars, three marriages.

(CHUCKLES) I could go on.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe it's not
about the philosophy.

Maybe it's about
the man himself.

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

DAHLMAN: 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 do.

The papers seem to think so.

Since when do we take
any notice of them?

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.

Are there going to
be more victims?

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.

(DOOR SLAMS)

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?

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.

Victims of domestic abuse.

Hendrik said she had
some historic bruising.

See if she contacted
them. Sure.

Juliana Holt. Well, 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?
Mm, 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?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

(PUFFS)

(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.

(CIGARETTE LIGHTER CLICKS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GRUNTS)

Ja. Yo, that's it.

That's it!

(SLURPS) I've got it!

Uh, look. Um...

Look.

Yeah, now's a bit early
to be turning to drink.

It's a nice beer, though.
No, what do you see?

Is that a trick question?

What were you taught

that the three 'X's in the
Amsterdam flag stood for?

Triple 'X' - bad-ass city.

Did you even go to school?

Yeah... but not all the time.

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

The flood. Yeah.

Plague. Mm-hm.

Fire. Right. Precisely.

So, victim number
one, Susie de Windt.

Rat poison. Plague.

Victim number two, Juliana
Holt. Drowned. Flood.

Victim number three... Is
gonna be killed by fire.

Yes. The Fire Stealer,
whoever that is.

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. Ruud Lipman.

Is a Greek god?

Uh... No. No, no.

His consortium.
That's Prometheus.

Good. Let's go.

Frank, enjoy. Thank you.

(MUSIC BOX PLAYS
WHIMSICAL MUSIC)

(FLAME WHOOSHES)

(STEAK SIZZLES)

(MUSIC BOX CONTINUES)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I didn't order a pizza.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Press another.

(INTERCOM BEEPS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Here we go.

(ALARM WAILS)

(FIRE ALARM BEEPS)

(MUFFLED GROANS)

(GROANS)

Go! The killer can't be far!

(DARK MUSIC)

(ALARMS CONTINUE)

Job, where are you?

(RUUD GASPS, WHEEZES)

(ALARMS CONTINUE)

(SIREN WAILS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIOS)

(SIREN STOPS)

You two OK?

Yeah. Few minutes
earlier, would've had him.

Exactly. He's getting careless.

He's messing with us,
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?

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.

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

He's got three 'X's 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? JOB: Disabled.

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 'X's 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.

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 RINGS)

LUCIENNE: Mm... Mm-hm. Yeah.

(PHONE BLIPS) (LUCIENNE
CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Well, that's good.

Thanks.

(PHONE BLIPS)
Brilliant. Great.

(PHONE BLIPS) Here you go.

Can you mute that, please?

No, he can't. It
might be a hot match.

I 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.

Oh, God, yeah!

I've seen her on
a few of my apps.

JOB: How many
are you on? Nine.

(PHONE BLIPS) (MOUTHS)

Covering your bets?

(PHONE BLIPS)

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here
we are, Rita Wijngarden.

Yeah. "About you".

She's an artist, bisexual,

and then her hobbies include...

..Hier... Hieronymus
Bosch. (MOUTHS)

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 we bring her in
for questioning or something?

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

Well, I figured you like 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.

"All things excellent

"are as difficult
as they are rare."

Lens-grinder by day,
philosopher by night.

He would've 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.

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

Well, 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. Get you
wired up, then.

Not gone off the idea, have ya?

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 better
not upset her, then.

LUCIENNE: Piet,
might have something.

I've 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.

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

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

That's... That she
couldn't afford.

Bit younger than you, isn't she?

(TUTS) It's none
of your business.

We fished her out of the Amstel,

so it's become my business.

She won't be needing
the car anymore

whereas you need to
start explaining - now.

We were friends. That's all.

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.

Oh, 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, you can
see... Ow, ow-ah!

You all wired up?! (CACKLES)

Yeah, I'm wired alright.

Dunno why I have to be, though.

It might cramp my style,

all you lot listening in
to the master at work.

We'll all be there.
Nothing will happen.

Well, I mean, it's unlikely.

Right.

Ruud Lipman, 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've 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.

OK. Django Keet's
still in the frame.

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

How do we know that? Surveillance
officers on the ground.

Said they only realised
once he'd returned.

Must have slipped out a back way
like he knew we was watching.

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. (SIGHS)

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.

No, it's alright. 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.

(GULLS CAW)

PIET ON PHONE: Brad, we're
just 'round 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.

I have calmed you down.

Right, Job's gone ahead.
Just get on with it.

Oh, yeah, fine. So
Bambi's got my back.

Yeah, great, great.

(MUTTERS) Yeah, I know.

Let's go. OK.

(PEOPLE CHATTER)

(SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC)

Hi, Rita? Um, nice
to, um, meet you.

You, uh, look, um, very, um...

..like your profile picture,

which is always a good thing.

(CONTINUES OVER RADIO)
Um, can I, um... Sorry.

Could I get, um, two beers...

(STAMMERS) ..and some snacks
for the table as well, please?

Yeah, that's OK.

Um...

Hmm.

So, um, do you come here often?

Yes, I like it here.

Yeah, it's nice.

So I... I gather you make ink.

No exactly subtle, is he?

RITA: That's a thing I do, yeah.

Oh, cool. Why? Do you?

No, no. No, I didn't
even know you could...

(STAMMERS)

(STAMMERS) Why kind do you make?

Well, there's a few.

Oak gall?

That's... that's the
stuff that Shakespeare

and, um, Leonardo
DiCaprio used, right?

Wow. "The master." Mmm.

RITA: How do you know that?

Oh, well, not just a
pretty face. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, but I just...

I read, um, lots of...

(EXHALES SHARPLY) It just sticks in
my brain like pointless information.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Um, uh...

WAITER: Enjoy.

Cheers.

Mmm?

(PHONE BEEPS)

(SENT MESSAGE WHOOSHES)

(PHONE TRILLS)

So you're, um, left-handed?

That's very, um, Sinatra.

Um, that's where we get
the word 'sinister' from.

Do you always talk this much?

Only when I'm nervous.

Um...

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

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

Ju... 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?

No, I... I thought you
were the ink person.

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

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 NERVOUSLY)

I think I better go.

Weirdo. What...

Do we let her go?

(DARK MUSIC)

(TRAIN CLATTERS)

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.

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 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.

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

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

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

BRAD: Hi.

Really? (MOBILE RINGS)

JOB: Our car's just
around the corner.

PIET: Yep.

And this is my colleague Brad,
who you've obviously met.

OK, when?

Right, yep.

Lena? Nope, hospital.

Ruud Lipman died.

We need to find Hendrik.

I'll find the list.

I like your art.

It's a very...

..strong use of colour.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Very,
um, Hieronymus Bosch.

Uh, any chance I
can use your, um...

You know, all them beers.

On your left, downstairs.

So you want me to print it?

Yes, please, if you
could, thank you.

(COMPUTER TRILLS)

(TRAIN CLATTERS)

(BAND PLAYS JAZZ MUSIC)

(JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES)

(HENDRIK PLAYS CONCLUDING NOTES)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

PIET: Hendrik.

We need you in the morgue.

(SEAGULLS CAW)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

You found the keys, then.

Didn't find the light switch.

It's here.

I'll show you round if you want.

That's the helm.

That's the compass.

And that's the throttle.

(OBJECTS CLATTER)

What exactly do you do?

I clean up other people's mess.

(EXHALES)

Hey.

Sorry. I've, uh...
I've gotta go.

I didn't want to
wake you. I was...

Oh, no, no. Sure.

Just, uh, give me five minutes
and I'll be out of here.

There's no need.
There's no need.

You can, um...

..stay.

Just be careful if you
take her out on the water.

The sails can be a bit tricky.

(SMACKS LIPS) I'll
bear that in mind.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(ROLLER DOOR WHIRRS AND SQUEAKS)

(FRANK MURMURS)

Job the Pope. What
are you doing here?

Oh, I never leave
home without one.

Um, I was working late

and then Frank started
telling me his life story.

Oh, you need some strong
coffee, then, huh?

Hmm!

Oh, join the queue.

Hey, Frankie. MAN: Hi.

Frank, thank you. (GRUMBLES)

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

I'm 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.

The name Cassie
Davids mean anything?

Said she'll meet you there.

(CLICKS 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, OK?

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

CASSIE: You're late, which
is rude. (THUNDER RUMBLES)

You shouldn't keep
people waiting.

You shouldn't stalk people
late at night either.

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.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Oh, you're good!

I put myself high on the
list of potential suspects

and you barely flicker.

Well, I'm pretty sure you'll
have your defence 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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

Oh, I was at least
hoping to get handcuffed.

Maybe later.

LUCIENNE: 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 realised De Windt,
Koeman and Berg were watching us,

the committee asked me
to rig something up.

Hm, figures.

Do you know where
Django might be?

Yeah... (STAMMERS)

Ooh! Go to your 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".

(DARK MUSIC)

(DOOR RATTLES)

(INTERCOM BEEPS)

(DOOR BUZZES)

WOMAN: Hello, sir.
How can I help you?

Is De Windt here?

Do you have an appointment?

Excuse me? (BELLOWS) De Windt!

Excuse me, sir, do you... Oh!

De Windt!

I'm onto you!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Relax, relax... Oh!

(GRUNTS)

ROLAND: Calm. Calm
down. (WOMAN SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

Calm down, alright? We... we
can talk this through, alright?

(WOMAN GASPS) Look.
Just back off! Hey!

(BOTH GRUNT)

I'll kill you! JOB: Freeze!

(ROLAND PANTS)

(TRAIN CLATTERS IN DISTANCE)

We know you snuck out of the
polder the day before yesterday.

Where did you go?

To see him?

That'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.

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.

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.

(PAPER SLIDES)

(DOOR SHUTS)

Before.

After.

Do you know her?

(SCOFFS) Yeah.

I, uh, might have seen
her at the polder, yeah.

And what was she doing there?

(INHALES SLOWLY)

She was doing the... the PR.

(STAMMERS)

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.

(LOCK BEEPS)

Piet?

He's telling the truth.

The assistant deputy mayor
was admitted to hospital.

Alright, we'll
charge him with that.

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

OK, will do.

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

Good. I want to
speak to him anyway.

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

Brace yourself.

(WATER SLOSHES)

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 violent.

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

Utter fantasy.

And the deep tissue
bruising my pathologist

found on your wife's body?

Utter fantasy too?

Like the injury to your hand?

Your wife had one
beating too many.

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

Hearsay and slander.

Your wife left a
detailed testimony

outlining exactly what
happened to her...

..and a list of bribes you paid
to keep people at city hall.

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's a glowing defence
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?

(PHONE RINGS)

Yep. Hendrik, what have you got?

Now might be a good
time to call a lawyer.

Hmm. It's time to get dressed.

Huh! (DOOR OPENS)

Hey, hey, hey, hey... Come on.

That note was found in
Ruud Lipman's stomach.

There's no Spinoza this time,

but valiant, steadfast and
compassionate like the 'X's.

"GOD must die. Big
bang at high noon."

Yeah, I like this note. Huh.

"Littorally."

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

Not that I am. That's your job.

But, uh, I have
every faith, Piet.

Godspeed.

(DARK MUSIC)

Right, how long have
we got till high noon?

1 hour 47 minutes.

JOB: It's 46 minutes now.

Where's Dahlman? Briefing
the chief at city hall.

OK, "One more big bang. GOD must
die at high noon. Littorally."

It's spelled wrong. No,
it's a different word.

With an 'O', it
means 'shoreline'.

Right, so what have
we got at a shoreline?

Nothing concrete. Just
give me something.

OK, 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 9-year-old into calligraphy

and a third one died last
Tuesday of a long-term illness.

OK, look further afield.
Look outside the city,

Left-handed, who have we got?

Uh, De Windt isn't -
checked with his PA.

Django Keet doesn't seem to be.

Tonie Alderlink isn't.
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.

God's gift. God
the... the originator.

The sine qua non. It's Latin.

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'?

Yeah. What about 'Spinoza'?

Where's that name
from? Espinosa.

It's Portuguese, which
means 'hawthorn'.

So Ben Hawthorn
is Baruch Spinoza.

What? Our killer? Check
that address. Now!

Yeah. Brad!

(ENGINE REVS) Step
on it, will you?

(MUTTERS) ..for
the next victim...

God, maker, builder,
inventor... Inventor?

Tonie Alderlink's an inventor.

A lot of rejected patents.

Trades as 'Great
Original Design'.

GOD.

He's the next target.

(TENSE MUSIC)

You sure this is the ink
address? JOB: Yes. Come on.

(MUSICAL TINKLING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(CLICK!)

(WHIRRING)

(DOOR OPENS) LUCIENNE: Tonie?

Tonie! Have you seen To...

Are you alright? Yeah, yeah.

(DOOR CREAKS)

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?

(SIGHS) About
everything, him, us.

(SNIFFLES) 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.

JOB: Mr Hawthorn?

Where is he?

The pier near The Hague.

He grew up there. His parents
ran the old fairground there.

That was replaced by
the Ferris wheel, right?

Yeah. What's going
on? Is everything OK?

(PROJECTOR WHIRRS)

BRAD: Hello?

Let's get the pier evacuated just
in case there's a "big bang".

(PROJECTOR WHIRRS)

Wow.

OK, thanks. Dahlman's
contacting the DSI.

(PHONE TRILLS)

(MAN BREATHES HEAVILY ON VIDEO)

What I don't get is why Tonie
Alderlink would be a target.

He's on the polder side, right?

Yeah.

(PROJECTOR WHIRRS)

JOB: It's all here.

Everything is here, Brad.

(SEAGULLS CAW)

(TENSE MUSIC RISES)

(TYRES SKID)

(SIREN WAILS)

How could the killer know
Tonie Alderlink would come here

to reference it on a note?

I mean, how could they be sure?

The lens-grinder.

The what? Spinoza's day job.

He was kicked out
of his home, exiled.

Got him.

Brad?

PIET: 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.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(PANICKED SHOUTING)
WOMAN: It's a bomb!

MAN: Go, go, go!

(CHILDREN SHRIEK)

PIET: Move! Move!
LUCIENNE: Move! Move.

LUCIENNE: Stand aside!

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(SIREN WAILS)

Move, move!

(SEAGULLS CAW)

Made it in time
for the fireworks.

So you're the big bang.

Not just me.

Check for explosives
- the Ferris wheel.

WOMAN ON P.A.: Remain calm
and follow the instructions.

Please leave the pier
now. Remain calm...

MAN: Move out!
WOMAN: Move! Move!

You lived here as a kid, right?

Yeah, till we were kicked out

and they built that.

Mum and Dad never got over it.

It took me years
to find the polder.

And then evicted again, another
wheel about to be built.

The circle of life, hey?

Like Django says, "Life
sucks and then you die."

Yeah, well, no-one needs to.

I do. And guess what.

You're going to kill me...

..or I will blow them up.

WOMAN ON P.A.:
Please leave the pier

and follow the
instructions of the police.

OFFICER: Move! Move! Remain
calm and leave the pier now.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(SIRENS WAIL)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(REPORTER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

BRAD: Let's go.

JOB: Let's go, guys.
Take positions.

Let's go! MAN:
Let's go, let's go!

BRAD: Lucienne! What is it?

C4, I think. I'm gonna
need your screwdriver.

WOMAN ON P.A.:
Leave the pier now.

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?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Want to risk it?

Shoot me.

(LUCIENNE EXHALES SLOWLY)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

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 live-streaming.

You know, generally speaking...

..I'd rather save
lives than take them.

I don't want to shoot you.

(TENSE MUSIC)

MAN: Quickly, quickly. Let's
go, let's go. Let's move.

WOMAN: Hurry through.
Move it. Quick, quick.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

BRAD: Lucienne! Are you, uh...

You need to, um... Oh, my
God, that is a lot of wires.

Think about your daughter.

It was Clara, wasn't it?

Don't talk about my family.

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.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRS)

DSI got a clear shot?

Then what are you waiting
for? Van der Valk.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

BRAD: Just tell me you
know which one to cut.

LUCIENNE: This one, I think.

You... you think?

Oh, just cut 'em all.

Just cut 'em all!

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

(BEEPING STOPS)

Right, you need to come
and do the next one.

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 favour.

Put me out of my misery.

I've had enough!

Wait. No!

PIET: Wait.

You kill them...

..you're no better
than the rest.

Let them take the shot.

Not until I'm sure
Piet wants it.

Do it!

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(TONIE BREATHES RAPIDLY)

(WIND WHISTLES)

"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.

(SOFT MUSIC)

Push the button.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

Push it.

Or hand it over.

Is he mad? Let
them take the shot.

No, he knows what he's doing.

Press it...

..or give it to me.

(LUCIENNE MURMURS)
(DEVICE BEEPS)

What? Ludlow, take the shot.

LUDLOW: Target in sight.

Take the shot. Now.

No! No, no, no!

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(YELLS INAUDIBLY)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(GASPS)

(MOURNFUL PIANO MUSIC)

(SEAGULLS CAW)

Linked to the explosives.

But the vest was fake.

Well, the explosives weren't.

Turns out God
couldn't kill himself.

He needed us for that.

(CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

CLIFF: There you go.

10-1 says Lucienne can
drink you under the table.

Good.

10-1 says Lucienne can
drink you under the table!

HENDRIK: Great. (CHUCKLES)

You told them about the
bomb squad, I take it?

Might have slipped out.

Well done.

Well, it wasn't just me.

It was team work.

JOB: Hmm? FRANK: No-one
went to church...

Did you know Job lied to us?

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

(TUTS AND INHALES)

Piet?

I'm sorry about earlier.

No, it's not your fault.

So where have you
been? With Lena?

No. No, there's a
new girl in town.

(WHISTLES SHARPLY) (DOG YAPS)

Yeah! Sit. Good girl, good girl.

This is Sniffer.

Oh! The latest
reject police dog.

Trained in drug detection,

but partial to marijuana.

She kept falling
asleep on the job.

(CHUCKLES) HENDRIK:
Very Amsterdam.

She was gonna be shown the door.

I'm very pleased for you. Piet
does commitment. Who knew?

Nope, she's a present...

..for you.

That way, I can keep
feeding her treats

whilst you shoulder
the responsibility.

Huh!

Go on. Ohh!

Hello, Sniffer.

(WHINES) I know!

Oh, sniffer.

You're gonna come
and live with me now.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Yeah, come here. Good girl.

Come on. HENDRIK:
Hey, Sniffer.

Let's go to the coffee
shop. BRAD: Hello!

DAHLMAN: Good girl.