All language subtitles for Van_der_Valk_S04E01[_68611]_Legendas01.ENG

♪ ♪

KLINK:
Think of all the people
out there,

frightened.

Scared of death.

♪ ♪

PIET:
There's something
going on with Hendrik.

KALIE:
Do you know
what your problem is, Piet?

Trust.

I trust my team.

♪ ♪

Drop the gun.

You drop the gun.

Move!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(birds chirping,
insects chittering)

♪ ♪

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(breathes deeply)

(exhales)

(door opens)

What are you doing, Gregor?

Taking in the sunset
while I can.

You'll see
a lot more sunsets

if you don't stand
by the window.

At least I can see
someone coming.

Not if they have
a rifle.

I thought you were meant
to make me feel safe.

Nope.

I'm meant to get you
to the hearing tomorrow.

I just want it all over.

Just stay away
from the window, okay?

Or I'll shoot you myself.

♪ ♪

(elevator dings)

Baz?

We're not expecting
anyone.

No.

(elevator moving)

♪ ♪

(elevator moving)

(elevator dings)

♪ ♪

Did you order
anything?

No, course not.

(phone ringing)

Yep.

We might have a problem.

(on phone):
Everything okay
with your witness?

Keep me in the loop
with yours.

(footsteps approaching)

Whoa!

Whoa! It's me, man!

It's me.

Christ, Anton.

What the hell
are you doing?

I bought food.

Thought we might discuss
a few things, yeah?

Security gave me clearance
to come straight up.

So why not take the elevator?

I hate elevators.

I get claustrophobic.

You heading up?

Yeah.

Gonna try to get some rest.

Good idea--
big day tomorrow.

Tell me, Kalie.

Do you think the sins
of the past

come back to haunt?

Wouldn't know.

Not got any.

Keep it that way.

(water running)

(water splashing)

(sighs)

(Gregor choking)

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(choking)

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(phone ringing)

Hey.

Hey.

(on phone):
Did you find somewhere
to keep an eye?

Yeah, there's a roof terrace
right opposite.

Keep me posted.

You see anything suspicious,
I want to know.

Got it.

♪ ♪

(insects chirping)

LUCIENNE:
Victim Gregor Albers, 52.

One of the whistleblowers
against Bibi Franken.

That's her driver
for decades, right?

Wife left him and the country,
taking the kids.

We're sending someone over
to break the news.

Something tells me
that won't be a surprise.

Bibi Franken was never going to
take kindly to betrayal.

She didn't waste
any time, though.

Tomorrow's only
a preliminary hearing.

If it goes ahead.

I've sent Eddie to watch
the other safe house,

the one where Daan Franken is.

She wouldn't seriously

kill her own son, though,
would she?

This is Bibi Franken
we're talking about.

He is about
to dish the dirt

on their entire
drug-dealing empire.

I thought he was the
chosen one about to take over.

Well, he was.

Something must have changed.

So...

How'd the killer
get in here?

Not sure yet.

Got a protection officer?
Security?

Yeah, well...

About that...
KALIE: Oh, great.

Like the day
could get any worse.

PIET:
Well.

No wonder the killer got in.

Love you, too, sweet cheeks.

Is there a corpse anywhere?

I need cheering up.

LUCIENNE:
I'll brief Dahlman,

leave you two
to get re-acquainted.

PIET:
Yeah, please don't.

Please don't do that.

Still a charmer, then.

Oh, this is him
mellowed.

Wow.

You got my sympathy.

Evening, Piet.
(coughs)

And what a fine one
it is.

Oh, don't sound it.

All right,
what we got?
Well...

Strangled with
a shower curtain, right?

Well, there's strangled
with a shower curtain

and strangled
with a shower curtain.

The difference being...

Of no interest to me
whatsoever.

So, how'd the killer
get in?

Was it through the window?
Careless.

KALIE:
Gregor must have
opened it.

As I was saying...

And you didn't hear
anything?

I mean, you should have
heard something, surely.

Oh, you think so?

Says the man
who could never listen.

Well, you don't have
to listen

when you've heard it
1,000 times.

KALIE:
Oh, sorry, did I push
your button?

You couldn't find my button
with a sat nav.

Wow!

Do you two want to get a room,

or could we please talk
strangulation?

By all means,
by all means.

Good.

You see the ligature mark

on the neck itself
is much broader...

Do you want to show me
the route you let them in?

No.

No, no, no.

You're fine, you're fine.

We'll be all right,
won't we?

♪ ♪

(camera shutter clicks)

PIET:
Any footwear imprints?

Disturbance to the greenery?

Still looking--
haven't found any yet.

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So where were you, exactly?

Downstairs,
at the front.

Security's not
an exact science.

Stuff happens, right?

And for what it's worth,
I don't feel good about it.

Gregor was a decent man...
He worked for the Frankens.

You want to talk me
through what happened?

I went upstairs to check on him.

Can't have been
more than five minutes

after he went up.
And that's when you found him.

Yeah.

Alerted the officers
who were watching the area.

Called the other safe house
to warn them.

Tried to resuscitate
Gregor,

worked on him
for about ten minutes.

Officers closed down
the area,

got here seven,
maybe eight minutes later.

Killer had already gone--
no sign.

How?

If officers
were in the area?

According to your... timeline,

killer had a maximum of maybe,
what, 20, 25 minutes

to kill Gregor Albers
and then get away.

It was dusk--
the woods around here

are pretty dense.

He must have
slipped through.

Oh, do you think?

I do.

What's the alternative?

Well, I mean, I guess,

you being the murderer.

I guess that's sort of
crossed my mind.

Right.

I get it.

So, I kill Gregor,

and then hang around
to make a fool of you?

Well, good point, 'cause
that's not going to happen.

Hm.

Any other theories?

(flashlight switch clicks)

Did you check
the rest of the house?

I'm not even going
to answer that question.

Right.

Will you do me a favor?

Probably not.

Will you cover
the back of the house?

Why?

Because I asked.

Not a late night
last night, I hope?

In bed by 3:00.

Ah, could be worse.

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(floorboard creaks)

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There's only one way in,
one way out, right?

Yeah.

This floor's clear,
apart from the bathroom.

Psst.

Out, now.

I'm busy.

Yeah, that wasn't
a request.

(flashlight switch clicks)

(hinge creaks)

(flashlight switch clicks)

(switch clicks)

(light switch clicking)

It's all clear in here.

Yeah, nothing happening here,
either.

♪ ♪

(gun firing, Piet grunts)

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(gun fires)
Hey!

(guns firing)

(Piet exhales)

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You know, I really can't
work under these conditions.

Tough.

(falls)

Yeah, isn't it just?

(footsteps approaching)

Hey!

I thought I told you
to get out.

I never do what you tell me to,
Piet,

you know that.
What have you got
in that bag of yours?

Don't ask.

Um, he'll be out
for about ten, maybe 15.

But when he comes around,

be like a bear with a sore head,

so, just so you know.

See you back at the station.

And, uh, don't mention it,
by the way.

Oh, you didn't.

Yeah, well.

I think you might have
missed something.

(coughing)

(groans, exhales)

♪ ♪

(traffic humming, bell ringing)

Hiding here the whole time.

Safe house compromised
from the beginning.

Puts on the forensic gear,

waits for his moment,
just strolls out.

Well, it could have worked.

We combed the place.

Well, clearly not.

Everything was in place.

Security,

backup, risk assessments.

Who chose
the safe house?

Powers that be.

Well above my pay grade.

But it was vetted,
checked, double-checked.

I did it myself.

You could
have been followed.

I'd like to think not.

Well, that's a yes.

LUCIENNE:
Do you

know anything
about this?

Never seen it before.

It was in his wallet.

It's a notice of death
from last year.

Sofie Lommel, 26.

All it says is

"died in mysterious
circumstances."

Does that mean
anything to you?
No.

Why carry that around?

Maybe he wanted us
to find it

if anything
happened to him.

She's referred to as a
"beloved daughter."

Could be his daughter.

LUCIENNE:
Mm, well, I'll check.

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He was clearly troubled
by something.

Asked me if I thought
the sins of the past

come back to haunt.

Christ, I hope not.

I reckon what's done is done,

don't you think?
Couldn't agree more.

(phone ringing, buzzing)

How's it going your end?

Yeah, it's cold and dull,
but perfect view.

(on phone):
Everyone safe?

Who's there?

There's three people
inside.

State prosecutor said
it would be

up to us if we want to go ahead.

If we want to cancel,
we have to inform them

first thing
in the morning.

No, we can't give in.

We can't give in.

That's exactly
what my mother wants.

And for once, it's not her call.

Agree, although continuing

comes with risks.
Look, I know
all about the risks.

Okay?

The whole point was
drawing a line in the sand

and finally saying to my mother,

"No more."

All I'm saying is,
no one would blame you

if you pulled out.

Oh, Jesus.

What about you guys, hm?

I mean, I'm not the only one
whose life's in danger.

Been waiting for years
to get something on your mother.

No offense.

(chuckles):
None taken.

And what about you?

It's my job.

No reason to choke

just because an attack
got more likely.

Besides, we've planned
for that possibility.

All right.

Well, then, there's no need
to sleep on it.

We go ahead.

♪ ♪

(phone buzzing)

Didn't wake you, did I?

EDDIE (on phone):
Oh, I wish.

Ran out of food hours ago.

Fasting is good for you,
apparently.

Listen, can't someone cover me?

Where's Citra when you need her?

Our loss is Europol's gain.

Right, keep your eyes
peeled.

How's my favorite girl?
(whimpers)

Come on.

I'm fine, thanks.

(panting, barks)

Daan Franken's agreed
to continue with the hearing.

Has he got a death wish
or something?

Maybe he's just brave.

That's one word for it.

Where's the hearing
happening?

State-run high-security
compound outside the city.

He'll be fine
once he's there.

Yeah, if he gets there.
(engine starts)

Oh, he will.

Because you're going to
go in the car with him.

Are you trying to
get rid of me, as well?

No, I'm trying to
make sure that--

assuming Bibi Franken
is behind all this--

she's finally brought
to justice.

We've been here before,
though, haven't we?

She has an annoying habit
of buying judges.

Yeah, there is that.

I mean, security
didn't exactly

shower themselves
in glory.

We need to look
into that.

Kalie Tenkers,
I gather.

Kalie's one of ours.

You really think
she could be involved?

Well, we can't
rule her out.

Gregor Albers was killed
on her watch,

and the one thing
we know for sure is that

security was compromised.
Mm.

So, who we've got with
Daan Franken?

We haven't.

Daan Franken's a free man
who refused police security.

Went with a private firm
run by Baz van Zijl.

Right,
let's check him out.

Already have.

Ex-special forces,
highly decorated.

Lot of undercover work.

Security for
the royal family.

Then branched out
and set up a private firm.

Daan Franken's
clearly paying for the best.

Maybe he's not as stupid
as I thought.

You all right?

Do we know where
Bibi Franken is?

Wherever she wants to be.

Her lawyers got her bailed
pending the hearing.

We think she's at her
country residence.

JULIA:
Think? Why don't we know?

Her muscle won't let us

past the gate
without a warrant.

Yeah, not very friendly--
what about the other son?

The one who runs
the vegan cafes.

Xavi-- very hip, very eco.

Arguably the only one

not involved
in the family business.

Yeah, but he could've
used family money

to set up the business.

But still, sort of Franken-lite,
I guess.

PIET:
Let's talk to him.

We got anything on the woman
in the death notice,

Sofie Lommel?

Not yet, but whoever she is,
she doesn't seem

to be Gregor Albers'
daughter.

The kids that we know about
are all abroad with his ex.

I've asked Eddie

to run her
through the system.

He's meant to be
watching the safe house.

He can multi-task, you know.

Who's the lawyer
acting for Daan Franken?

JULIA:
Anton de Haas,

representing
both Daan Franken

and Gregor Albers.

PIET:
Anton-- nice guy.

Hasn't won a high-profile case
in years.

He's hardly gonna have
Bibi quaking in her boots.

No one else wanted
to take it on.

I wonder why.

LUCIENNE:
Right, medical examiner

has cleared our murderer,

Jacko Gallas,
for questioning.

That's me.

You coming?

PIET:
Yada yada yada.

That's your problem,
Jacko.

You just don't know
when to stop, do you?

It's making my ears bleed.

What really intrigues us,
though,

That wasn't
exactly improvised, was it?

Meaning you had access
to the safe house

before anyone was even there.

How does that work, then?

We checked your CV.

(inhales sharply)

Pickpocket turned
petty thief,

and then you get in with
the Frankens,

and you've done plenty for them,
beatings, mainly.

So what?

What if I have?

Is Daan Franken next?

Was that the plan?

Lie low there for a bit

and then go for Daan

this morning?

Or is that
someone else's gig?

No, we're wasting
our time.

He's not going to talk.

Well, I'm doing
me best here.

Must be some technique

we can employ.

Shoot him in the kneecaps?

Or waterboarding?

Uh, okay--
can you do it this time?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, we could always just
leak that he had

a severe attack
of the verbals.
Yeah.

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He didn't exactly
seem bothered, did he?

Maybe he thinks Bibi
and her lawyers

will get him out of here.

They usually do.

Hey.
Hey.

Debrief with
your boss.

Oh, I've already
given her the headlines.

I'll bet you have.

Um, the protection officer
at the other safe house,

Baz van Zijl,
what's he like?

A pro.

Smart, thorough,
good on detail.

You could learn
a thing or two.

Oh, lovely, thanks
for that.

100%.

I'll head over to
the safe house later.

Extra backup.

Oh, we're already
covered on that.

JULIA:
Kalie, how nice to
see you again.

Come in.

Not fancy a debrief
with Tenkers, then?

No, I don't.

Been there, done that,

didn't enjoy it
the first time.

Well, maybe the universe is
throwing you back together

for a reason.
Yeah, well, that would be

one messed-up universe.

Besides, me and Lena,

we're in a very,
very good place right now,

thank you very much.

That explains it, then.

It's the universe
throwing you a curveball.

Can you stop enjoying this
so much?

Is this still about Mandy?

I don't want to talk about it.

♪ ♪

(softly):
All right.

♪ ♪

(door slams)

Oh!

Must be hard, looking over your
shoulder the whole time.

Ah, you get used to it,
you know.

Come in.

Judging by your reaction,

you've probably figured
why we're here.

'Cause of
the healthy food?

Try Gregor Albers' death.

Had you heard?

We need to talk to your mother.

Ah, yeah, you've, um,
come to the wrong place.

It's not really her thing,

serving food in a café.

Besides, in case
you haven't heard, we're,

yeah, we're not close.

Oh, we'd heard all right, yeah.

But like any son,

you can always call your mum,
see how she is,

what she's been up to.

"You ordered any hits this week,
Mum?"

You know the kind of thing.

Well, her business, it's, um,

yeah, it's not my business.

Even if she's about
to take out your brother?

PIET:
Is that what you want?

You're not close to him, either?

Look, um...

Whatever my, my mother
and my brother,

they get up to,
it, it's nothing to do with me.

I worked hard
to distance myself.

Sure, yeah, but it's hard,
isn't it?

You know, to cut the apron
strings entirely.

LUCIENNE:
We heard Mum bankrolls

your cafés.

Blood money, right?

PIET:
Give your mum a call.

Tell her I want to chat.

Van der Valk--
she knows me.

She'll be thrilled.

(phone ringing out)

PIET (on phone):
Eddie?

Two passengers.

Male definitely shifty.

You getting bored,
Eddie?

(on phone):
That, Inspector Hassell,

I hope that coffee's for me.

Coffee makes you hyper.

What you got
on Sofie Lommel?

for Sofie Lommel's mother
in the north.

Yeah, her name's Maud.

Good, send it over.

You might not be able to see it
from where you are.

There's a van

parked up across
the street from us.

It's probably nothing,
but you want to check it out?

Maybe get some breakfast
while you're at it.

Bye.

♪ ♪

What are your thoughts
on the van?

(phone chimes)

You got mud-caked tires
in the middle of the city.

♪ ♪

Van across the road,
is that one of yours?

Not that I know of.

PIET:
There's no need to check--
we're on it.

Now,

about the murder
of Gregor Albers.

Yeah, any leads on the killer?

Yeah, just one.

It was Jacko Gallas,
probably just obeying orders.
(exhales)

Your mother's,
I should imagine.

LUCIENNE:
We think she might order
a hit on you, as well.

Oh, for sure.

I know where
the bodies are buried.

Which is why I'm coming
with you to the hearing.

BAZ:
No offense,

but I'm in charge
of Daan's security.

Everything's been arranged--
it's all in place.

Well, everything
had been arranged

at the last safe house,
as well.

No disrespect,
but I'm here under orders.

That's not really
your jurisdiction, is it?

Well, the murder investigation
is.

And if I know
the killer's next target,

why let him out of my sight?

Oh, I didn't know you cared.

Oh, I don't,
believe me.

But it's my job
to protect people,

whoever they are.

Mine, too.

Well, there we go, then.

Singing from the same
hymn sheet.

It's all right, Baz.

I trust him.

He's been a thorn
in my mother's side.

She can't stand his
stubborn incorruptibility.

And there was me
thinking it was my charm.

(laughs)

LUCIENNE:
What specifically was
Gregor Albers

going to say in the hearing
that got him killed?

That's confidential.

It's also relevant.

Sorry, lawyer-client privilege.

Your client's dead.

We found a newspaper clipping
in his wallet.
(phone vibrating)

It was "death
in mysterious circumstances."

(phone ringing and vibrating,
stops)
Sofie Lommel?

LUCIENNE:
Yep.

PIET:
You've clearly heard of her.

Sofie Lommel, who is she?

What are you
thinking?

Okay, we'll get back to that.

♪ ♪

You want to head over
to Maud Lommel's?

I'll be fine here--
who is it?

Xavi Franken.

He rang his mother,
says she wants to meet you.

(loudly):
Yeah, it's not really
convenient right now.

I'm a bit busy.

You sure?
Yeah, a million percent.

Or she can hand herself in
at the station.

I'll see her there.

I'm easy-- either way.

You got that, I take it.

Think you just added yourself
to Bibi's hit list.

I'm flattered.

(phone ringing and vibrating)

Yeah?

He turned me down, did he?

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

♪ ♪

How'd you go from
protecting royalty to him?

I try not to judge.

Money probably helps, too,
I guess.

Are you always this cynical?

Oh, yeah, yeah, always.

Oh, sometimes more.

Today's actually...

Well, it's quite
an optimistic day.

He's also doing the right
thing.

I'm more than aware
of his mother's reputation

and more than happy
to help Daan bring her down.

Very admirable.

Although you're not going
to do that with this route.

That's not the way to go.

You got roadworks here, here.

If that backs up,
we're gonna be sitting ducks.

We've got it covered.

Security at various points
along the route.

Don't worry about it.
Oh, I'm not.

'Cause I'm not stupid,
and nor are you.

Which is why
you've changed the route.

So you're gonna tell me
what the actual route is

and not the decoy.

And I'm in no mood
to play games.

Two brains are safer than one.

I'm all ears.

Okay.

♪ ♪

(doorbell buzzing)

Hi.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I need to ask some questions

about your daughter Sofie?

Bit late, isn't it?

You guys weren't interested
at the time.

All I could do to get
a returned phone call.

We're here now.

So, can you tell us
what happened?

No one knows, apparently.

All I was told is that

Sofie was heading home
from work.

It was about 1:00
in the morning.

She got hit by a car.

Killed outright.

And the case went unsolved
because...

Whoever did this
vanished into thin air.

No witnesses,

no CCTV, nothing.

Really? Where was this?

Dam Square.

Exactly.

As central as it gets.

LUCIENNE:
May I?

(shutter clicks)

What did your daughter do
for a living?

I'm not sure.

We lost touch
about five years ago.

It was always just

me and Sofie.

Her father
was never in her life.

Maybe she missed
a stabilizing influence,

I don't know.

She became quite a rebel.

(voice trembling):
We fell out over her partying,
and...

And?

What?

I threw her out.

I have to live with that.

♪ ♪

Sorry, we're not open yet.

Hm.

And you're not about to.

How's van der Valk?

Piet?
Hm.

Haven't seen him
in months.

Mr. Palache,

lying is not
a good look.

Guess you'd know
all about that.

Let's consider this
your first and last warning.

In the meantime,

I'm going to need
your friend's telephone number.

Eddie, where are you?

Call me.

Daan, not that one.

You're in the second car.

Anton, you go in the first.

We'll follow.

If anyone saw you arrive,

that's the one they'll
be expecting you to leave in.

Instead of which
I'm in it.

So I'm expendable, am I?

Well, that's
why we pay you so much.

Better be bulletproof.

(car door opens)

Yeah, we're all good.

(phone ringing)
(door closes)

Hey.

We're on the move.

You heard from Eddie?

No.

I'll head over
to the security compound.

Piet, ask them again
about Sofie Lommel.

There's something not right
about her death.

(doors closing)

Okay, let's go.

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

Why'd you turn against her?

You not get enough love
as a child?

Not a big enough
train set?

You know, maybe you coming
was a bad idea.

PIET:
Word was, you were on the verge

of taking over your mother's
entire operation.

Extortion, money-laundering.

You shouldn't believe
the rumor mill.

My mother's problem
was not keeping her word.

I wanted to take the business
in a different direction.

PIET:
What, in new areas
of criminality?

Tech? Identity theft?

What?

Don't tell me you were planning
on going legit.

Why not?

Half the operation is already.

Wow, wasn't expecting that.

♪ ♪

DAAN:
Can we change the subject?

PIET:
Sure.

Let's talk about Sofie Lommel
instead.

There you go,
that's the second time

you twitched at the mention
of her name.

Why's she relevant?

You know, you can tell me

everything you know,
in case you don't make it.

(tires screeching)

We good?

All good.

♪ ♪

You got the bike?

Yeah.

But we've also got a car
behind us,

been tailing us a while.

♪ ♪

We've got a decoy up ahead.

You didn't tell me about that.

I didn't know
we might be followed.

(tires screeching)

We're going to turn
right at the junction ahead.

BAZ:
If we were being followed,
we're not any more.

Trust me now?

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Eddie.

Where are you?

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PIET:
So, what happens
when we're inside the compound?

We breathe again.

We'll be safe there.

Distance between
park-up and entrance?

About ten meters.

That's ten meters too much.

BAZ:
Pull over to the side
of the building.

(man speaking on radio)

BAZ:
Okay, what's going on?

(man speaking on radio)

Daan, stay here.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Don't move till I say.

(door closes)

BAZ:
Let him through--
he's the lawyer.

We need him.

(phone beeping softly)

(button presses)

BAZ:
You take care of him.

(case zips shut)
How can I work this way?

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(engine idling)

OFFICER:
This way, sir.

(door opens)

BAZ:
Think we're good?

(door closes)

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(device beeping softly)

(yells):
Daan!

Get out!

Get out now!

(panting)

(glass and metal shattering)

(audio distorts)

(Piet coughing)

(exhales)

(people shouting)

(coughs)

(groans)

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(panting)

(panting)

LUCIENNE:
Piet! Piet!

Piet!

(Piet gasps)

(phone ringing)

(normal audio resumes)

(ringing stops, Piet gasps)

BIBI:
I'm waiting for you.

(exhales)

You should have met me earlier.

(panting)

(Piet groans, sirens blaring)

(exhales):
You okay?

She was here.

Kalie.

Course I was.

(people talking in background)

What are you
doing here?

My job.

Guess it's not just me
they screwed over.

(men shouting,
fire extinguishers hissing)

Baz was caught in the explosion.

The ambulance is on its way.

Okay, let's check
the building.

You're gonna be all right.

(men calling in background)

(sirens blaring)

(exhales)

No point me telling you
to go home?

Uh, Daan Franken
confirmed dead,

as is the driver.

Security officer
Baz van Zijl took a hit.

He's been rushed
to hospital.

Has anyone heard from Eddie?

No, something's wrong.

But we've got a
search and rescue team out,

and we're checking surveillance
cameras near the safe house.

Okay...
But he's my priority now,
not yours.

I want you to focus
on this case.

The best chance we have
of finding Eddie is to solve it.

How do we think
Eddie was rumbled?

Maybe the van across the road.

The same way they knew
about the safe houses.

(stammering):
A mole, a bug.

Kalie.
Kalie has clearance.

She was meant to be here
with Gregor Albers, remember?

And she's checking with
security right now

to find out how there
might have been a breach.

Double check.

'Cause someone had access
to plant a bomb here.

And Bibi Franken
knows all about it.

She rang me just after, said...
(stammers)

(sighs):
She said I should have met her
earlier.

LUCIENNE:
Seriously?

That's an admission of guilt
right there.

Can't we just haul her in
for questioning?

No, not based on a phone call.

How did she get your number?
I don't know.

She's messing with us.

Right.

Whatever way you want to play
this, it's fine by me.

If you want me
to cut you some slack,

I need to be kept in the loop--
non-negotiable, okay?

And you don't go anywhere near
Bibi Franken without back-up.

Or without me.

That clear enough for you?

Crystal.

HENDRIK:
Dammit, Piet.

I thought I was finally gonna
get you on my slab.

Sorry to disappoint.

I imagine time and cause
of deaths

are all across, yeah?

Yep, give or take.

Well, plenty
to discover.

(coughs):
You'd be surprised
how much you can learn

from body parts
and blast injuries.

Cheerio.

The lawyer remained unscathed,
right?

Maybe he rang Bibi.
Let's go!

I'm okay.

(sirens blaring)

(phone ringing and vibrating)

You're a lucky man.

Not really.

Lost both witnesses.

Case closed.

Well, we're missing an officer,

which kind of changes
everything.

You know anything about that?
No, how would I?

The van across the road--

I mentioned it to you,
Daan, and Baz.

Did you pass that on?

Uh, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Sofie Lommel,

she's the manager of a chain
of bars owned by the Frankens.

So she was on the payroll
until she wasn't.

And Daan Franken twitched

every time
I mentioned her name.

LUCIENNE:
And Gregor Albers carried

a notice of her death.

Did they have something
to do with that?

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(exhales)

Well, I'll take that as a yes.

I need to see your phone,
check your recent calls.

(phone case closes)
All right.

Bibi Franken rang,
said she was waiting for me.

You got any idea where?

How would I know?

Well, you know how she operates.

Where would she wait for me?

Wherever would mess
with your head the most.

♪ ♪

(click)

♪ ♪

PIET:
One of my officers is missing.

I like to make my presence felt.

♪ ♪

You got a plan?
Let's wing it.

♪ ♪

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