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(birds chirping)

(breathes deeply)

(door opens)

What are you doing, Gregor?

Taking in the sunset while I can.

(Kalie) You'll see a lot more sunsets if you don't stand by the window.

(Gregor) 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.

(lift bell dings)

Baz?

- We're not expecting anyone? - No.

(lift whirring)

(lift bell dings)

- (Baz) Did you order anything? - No, 'course not.

(mobile ringing, buzzing)

Yep.

We might have a problem.

Everything okay with your witness?

Sure, all good here. Keep me in the loop with yours.

(footsteps clanging)

(footsteps approaching)

Whoa! Whoa! It's me, man! It's me!

Jesus Christ, Anton. What the hell are you doing?

I brought food, thought we might discuss a few things, you know.

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.

(Gregor) 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)

(sighs)

(gagging)

(theme music playing)

(mobile ringing)

- Hey. - Hey.

(van der Valk) Did you find somewhere to keep an eye?

Yeah. There's a roof terrace right opposite.

- (van der Valk) Keep me posted. - I'm heading there now.

You see anything suspicious, I want to know.

(Eddie) Got it.

(police radio chatter)

Victim... Gregor Albers, 52.

One of the whistle-blowers 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.

Well, something tells me that won't be a surprise.

Bibi Franken was never gonna take kindly to betrayal.

Didn't waste any time, though.

Tomorrow's only a preliminary hearing.

(van der Valk) 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.

And he is about to dish the dirt on her 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?

(Lucienne) Not sure yet.

Got a Protection Officer? Security?

Yeah, well, about that...

(Kalie) Oh, great.

Like the day could get any worse.

Wow. 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.

Yeah, please don't... please don't do that.

Still a charmer, then?

- Oh, this is him mellowed. - Wow!

You've got my sympathy.

Evening, Piet.

(coughs) What a fine one it is.

Oh, don't sound it. Right, what we got?

Well...

Strangled with a shower curtain, right?

(Hendrik) 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 a thousand 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 can 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 wanna show me the route you let them in?

- Wanna get over yourself? - No.

No, no, no, you're fine, you're fine.

We'll be alright. Won't we?

(police radio chatter)

(camera shutter clicking)

(van der Valk) Any footwear imprints?

Disturbance to the greenery?

Still looking. Haven't found any yet.

So where were you exactly?

(Kalie) 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 wanna 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 10 minutes.

Officers closed down the area,

got here seven, maybe eight minutes later.

The 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, you think?

I do.

What's the alternative?

Well, I mean, I guess you being the murderer.

I guess that 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 gonna happen.

Hmm.

Any other theories?

Did you check the rest of the house?

I'm not even going to answer that question!

Right. Will you do me a favour?

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.

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.

It's all clear in here.

Yeah nothing happening here, either.

(gunshots)

Hey!

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

Tough.

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.

Erm, he'll be out for about 10, maybe 15.

But when he comes round, he'll be like a bear with a sore head.

So, just so you know. See you back at the station.

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

Oh, you didn't.

Yeah, well, I think you might have missed something.

(coughing)

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?

The 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.

Do you know anything about this?

I've 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) Hmm, well, I'll check.

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.

(mobile ringing, buzzing)

How's it going your end?

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

- (van der Valk) Everyone safe? - (Eddie) Yep.

(van der Valk) Who's there?

(Eddie) There's three people inside.

State Prosecutor said it would be up to us if we want to go ahead.

- It's your call. - Look.

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, Jeez.

What about you guys, huh?

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

I've been waiting for years to get something on your mother.

- No offence. - 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.

Alright.

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

We go ahead.

(mobile buzzing)

Didn't wake you, did I?

(Eddie) I wish.

I'm starving, man. Ran out of food hours ago.

Well, fasting's good for you, apparently.

Listen, can't someone cover me?

- Where's Citra when you need her? - Greek Islands.

Our loss is Europol's gain.

Right, keep your eyes peeled.

How's my favourite girl?

- (dog whines) - Come on.

I'm fine, thanks.

(dog barks)

Daan Franken's agreed to continue with the hearing.

Has he got a death wish or something?

Well, 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.

Oh, he will.

Because you're gonna 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.

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.

Hmm.

So, who have we got with Daan Franken?

We haven't.

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

Went with a private firm run by a Baz van Zijl.

Right, let's check him out.

I 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.

(Lucienne) You alright?

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.

(Dahlman) Well, 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 cafés.

Xavi. Very hip, very eco.

Arguably the only one not involved in the family business.

Yeah, but he could have used family money to set up the business,

but still, sort of Franken-lite I guess.

(van der Valk) 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 a safe house.

He can multitask, you know.

Who's the lawyer acting for Daan Franken?

Anton de Haas, representing both Daan Franken and Gregor Albers.

(van der Valk) 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.

Right, medical examiner has cleared our murderer,

Jacko Gallas, for questioning.

That's me.

You coming?

Yada, yada, yada.

That's your problem, Jacko.

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

It's making my ears bleed.

What really intrigues us, though, is your little hidey-hole.

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.

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, then go for Daan this morning?

Or is that someone else's gig?

No, we're wasting our time.

He's not gonna talk.

Oh, I'm doing me best here.

Must be some technique we can employ.

Shoot him in the kneecaps?

Waterboarding?

Er, 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.

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 bet you have.

Erm, 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.

Ah, lovely. Thanks for that.

Is he vetted?

100%.

I'll head over to the safe house later, extra backup.

Oh, we're already covered on that.

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.

Alright.

(door closes)

Oh.

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

Well, you get used to it, you know.

Come in.

Judging by your reaction, you probably figured why we're here.

Is it the healthy food?

Try Gregor Albers' death.

Had you heard?

We need to talk to your mother.

Ah. Yeah, you've, erm... you've 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, alright, 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, erm... it's not my business.

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

(van der Valk) Is that what you want?

You not close to him, either?

Look, erm...

...whatever my... my mother and my brother,

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

I work hard to distance myself.

Sure, yeah, but it's hard, isn't it, you know,

to cut the apron strings entirely?

We heard Mum bankrolls your cafés.

Blood money, right?

(van der Valk) Give your mum a call.

Tell her I wanna chat. Van der Valk.

She knows me. She'll be thrilled.

(line ringing)

(van der Valk) Eddie?

(Eddie) Cherokee just turned up, two passengers.

Male definitely shifty.

You getting bored, Eddie?

That, Inspector Hassel, is the hunger kicking in.

I hope that coffee's for me.

(van der Valk) Coffee makes you hyper.

What you got on Sofie Lommel?

Tech identified an address 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 wanna check it out?

Maybe get some breakfast while you're at it.

Yeah, okay.

Bye.

(door closes)

What are your thoughts on the van?

(mobile chimes)

You got mud-caked tyres in the middle of the city?

(indistinct conversations)

Van across the road, is that one of yours?

Not that I know of.

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's Jacko Gallas.

Probably just obeying orders. Your mother's, I should imagine.

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.

No offence, 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 alright, 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.

Ha!

What specifically was Gregor Albers gonna 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. - (mobile ringing)

It was a death in mysterious circumstances.

Sofie Lommel?

Yeah?

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.

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've just added yourself to Bibi's hit list.

I'm flattered.

(mobile ringing, buzzing)

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 gonna 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 buzzes)

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.

May I?

(camera 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 stabilising influence, I dunno.

She became quite a rebel.

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.

Hmm.

And you're not about to.

How's van der Valk?

- Piet? - (Bibi) Hmm.

(Cliff) 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 gonna 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?

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

Better be bulletproof.

- Yeah, we're all good. - (mobile ringing)

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.

Okay. Let's go.

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.

(van der Valk) Word was you were on the verge of taking over

your mother's entire operation.

Extortion, money laundering.

You shouldn't believe the rumour mill.

My mother's problem was not keeping her word.

I wanted to take the business in a different direction.

What, 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?

(van der Valk) 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.

(tyres screeching)

We good?

(tyres screeching)

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.

(tyres screeching)

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

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

Trust me now?

(radio chatter)

Eddie? Where are you?

(van der Valk) So, what happens when we're inside the compound?

We breathe again. We'll be safe there.

Distance between park-up and entrance?

About 10 metres.

That's 10 metres too much.

Pull over to the side of the building.

(man) Pulling over in 6 metres.

(Baz) Okay, what's going on?

(radio chatter)

Daan, stay here.

(vehicle door closes)

Don't move till I say.

(vehicle door closes)

(Baz) Let him through. He's the lawyer.

- We need him. - (indistinct conversation)

(beeping)

You take care of him.

How can I work this way?

(guard) This way, sir.

Think we're good?

(faint beeping)

Daan!

Get out!

Get out now!

(alarm blaring)

(coughing)

(muffled shouting)

(indistinct shouting)

(coughs)

(groans)

(grunts)

(Lucienne) Piet!

Piet!

Piet!

- (van der Valk groans) - (mobile ringing)

I'm waiting for you.

You should have met me earlier.

(grunts)

(indistinct shouting)

(sighs) You okay?

She was here.

Kalie.

'Course I was.

What are you doing here?

My job.

Guess it's not just me they screwed over.

(indistinct shouting)

Baz was caught in the explosion.

The ambulance is on its way.

Okay. Let's check the building. You gonna be alright?

(siren wailing)

No point me telling you to go home?

Er, 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.

Er, 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.

She said...

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?

Yeah, not based on a phone call.

How did she get your number?

- I dunno. - She's messing with us.

Right, whatever way you wanna 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 backup.

Or without me.

That clear enough for you?

Crystal.

Damn it, Piet,

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

Sorry to disappoint.

I imagine time and cause of death you're all across, yeah?

Yeah. Give or take.

(Hendrik) 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.

(mobile ringing, buzzing)

You're a lucky man.

(Anton) 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?

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.

Daan Franken twitched every time I mentioned her name.

Gregor Albers carried a notice of her death.

Did they have something to do with that?

Well, I'll take that as a yes.

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

Alright.

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.

(Bibi) Ah, and this one... (clicks tongue)

...Daan's like 6...

...building sandcastles on the beach.

That's... That's Xavi.

So sweet together, hmm.

They were so close.

Precious memories.

They were such happy days.

You took your time.

You alright, mate?

- Reasonable. - (scoffs)

He's anything but reasonable.

For some reason he didn't want to give us your telephone number.

So, we had to, erm, loosen his grip to liberate his phone.

You could have just rung the station.

Oh, no, no, no, it's much better to come to your little hideout.

We even thought about your scabby boat.

Where's Sergeant Suleman?

Please, sit.

- You like your games, don't you? - I like to make my presence felt.

I like to be in control.

Which is why the present situation concerns me.

Please, sit.

No, thanks.

- What do you want? - Same as you.

Find out who did this.

Are you joking?

- Got children? - Not yet.

(Bibi) Well, if and when you do,

perhaps you'll understand what it might feel like

for someone to take your child's life.

I didn't have you down as the sentimental mother type.

Sentimental, no.

Vengeful, yeah.

What have you done with Sergeant Suleman?

(moaning softly)

(van door opens)

(van door closes)

(Lucienne) We have Jacko Gallas in custody

for the murder of Gregor Albers.

Did you order that killing?

Seriously?

If I wanted Gregor dead, I wouldn't have got Jacko to do it.

So where does Sofie Lommel fit in?

Who?

(van der Valk) She managed some venues of yours.

You want to tell us about her?

That'll be a no, then.

It's funny, that.

Got the same response from your son.

Just before you killed him.

The pain of losing Daan is... unimaginable.

And yet here you are.

My strength lies in my resilience.

My virtue in my pride.

I didn't kill my son.

People often murder people they love.

I mean, both Gregor and Daan betrayed you.

They're men.

It's in their DNA.

(Lucienne) Let me get this straight.

Two people on their way to a preliminary hearing

to give information against you are killed.

If not by you, then who?

Maybe I've got a friend who thought they were doing me a favour.

Right.

Or more likely an enemy who wants to pin a double murder on me.

Why wouldn't they let the legal process do that?

Cynics seem to think I buy judges.

Do you?

I want to know who did this as much as you do,

whether you want to blame me or not.

So why don't we work together?

What do you say?

We say no.

Right, I'm going home.

Stop by any time.

I mean, we could just arrest you.

You could try.

(van der Valk) Lena?

What are you doing here?

I, er... got a message to come.

Ah. Isn't that nice?

Found happiness at last, have we?

Oh, sorry about that. That was us that called you.

Just, you know, so everyone could be together.

(door opens, closes)

You okay?

Do you have Bibi Franken's fingerprints on file?

Never been arrested.

Well, you got them now.

(van der Valk) Nice one. We'll bag it.

They've found Eddie's phone.

Roadside where the van was parked. You were right.

The van was parked up in a blind spot.

Were tech able to follow where it went?

Only briefly, and then the cameras just... lost it.

(van der Valk) Ah, okay, okay.

You okay?

Yeah, I mean, ruined the jacket, but...

See you later?

Yeah.

Guess what happened to me.

Well, you didn't do it, 'cause you were here.

So, who did?

You know her?

Well, it looks to me like you do.

She ran a string of bars for the Frankens.

So?

I don't know everyone that works for them.

Maybe seen her around, I dunno.

One of my officers is missing.

You know anything about that?

So, there's you and how many more?

Why don't you ask Bibi?

So, no mention of Bibi earlier.

Now he's pointing the finger.

He lied about Sofie Lommel, too. He knew her.

It was written all over his face.

So, what are we saying?

She worked for the Frankens

and her death was something to do with Gregor and Daan?

Maybe she knew something and they silenced her?

What do we know about her family?

Er, just the mother, Maud.

No father named on the birth certificate,

but I asked for a name.

Michael Becker.

(van der Valk) Michael Becker?

Alright, let's check him out.

Piet, postmortem on Daan Franken

revealed several tiny particles of bomb fragments containing lithium.

Now, I'm no bomb expert.

Well...

Oh, just spit it out.

It's consistent with certain types of batteries used to power electronics.

Hmm, fits with detonation via what, smartphone.

Great, thanks, couldn't do it without you, Hendrik.

Er, what he means is, what does that tell us?

Bomb was detonated.

Triggered remotely, probably via wireless communication.

Now, if I was a betting man...

Which you are.

...bomber would need to be quite close to the scene.

Like at the scene.

Boom!

Hey.

(Lucienne) She's pleased to see you.

Probably just smell the cordite.

Eddie?

No news.

It's not your fault.

Really?

I asked Eddie to check the van.

I mentioned the van to Baz, Daan, and Anton.

Yeah, but Anton denied all knowledge,

Daan's dead, and Baz is injured in hospital.

He's hardly going to blow up a bomb when he's stood right next to it.

And for the record, we've done a sweep of both safe houses

and all the vehicles.

There's no bugs.

Well, it must be Kalie, then.

Oh, yeah, about that...

Oh, talk of the devil.

A word.

Now, please.

(door closes)

Your department accessed my file

and have been asking questions about me.

If you want another date, just ask me.

Oh, I don't.

Why are you resisting my involvement?!

I always did.

Not how I remember it, baby face.

Yeah, can you not call me that, please?

Well, I'll call you what I want.

Okay. Let's just keep the past out of it, shall we?

The point is...

...you could be the killer.

I'd need motive.

To kill you, yes.

Gregor, no.

Daan, why?

Anything else to go on?

Yeah. Yeah, I've, er... I've seen your temper.

I thought we were keeping the past out of this.

Not to mention your complete lack of empathy.

Coming from you? Wow!

Oh, not just me.

Not just me. I have my sources.

Your dog is not a source!

My dog is dead!

I know, and it's not my fault he died,

and it's not my fault he didn't like me.

She.

Mandy was a she.

Can we get back to the case?

Please!

Whatever Gregor had done in the past,

like us, he was trying to get over it.

Like us, he was trying to move on.

Like us, he was doing the right thing.

My job, my promise to him was to protect him, and I failed.

Well, if you're asking to help out...

- I'm not. - Right.

I'm not asking for anything.

I'm telling you I'm working on this case whether you like it or not.

I know the guys who run security at the compound.

Me and Baz liaised with them over this whole thing.

I want to know who did this.

Because it matters. Because it means something.

Because it hurts.

Is this you bluffing?

Do you know what your problem is, Piet?

No, but I... I'd love you to tell me.

Trust.

Why is that?

Where did that come from?

You never did say.

Maybe one day you'll explain that to whoever is in your life.

And maybe not trusting is why you're a good detective but...

...it doesn't make you the best human being in the world.

(scoffs)

I trust my team.

And I trust my instincts.

Really?

What do your instincts tell you right now, about me?

Innocent or guilty?

Which is it?

Innocent.

But I could be bluffing.

(door slams)

Did you get a confession out of Kalie, then?

You know she could be quite useful.

Don't you start.

What's this about you thinking of having kids?

'Not yet', you said.

Not ruling it in, not ruling it out.

You never mentioned it before.

Would that be on your own or... with someone?

Dunno.

You ever thought about it?

Me?

Don't be ridiculous.

(indistinct conversations)

(fruit machine beeping)

How'd you find me?

Oh, all the washed-up lawyers drink here.

We figured you'd be drowning your sorrows.

Trust me now, do we?

Not necessarily, no, could be guilt.

But we need a favour. Is that out of the question?

Not in a civilised world.

But this isn't a civilised world, is it?

And there was us hoping that you were a nice kind of a guy.

Nice guys finish last.

So, yeah, I'm all out of favours.

We need to read everything you've got on the case.

Research, evidence, testimonies. The lot.

I can't do that.

Er, lawyer-client blah blah, I know.

What have you got to lose?

Accreditation, career, reputation.

Your reputation's shot anyway.

I'd be struck off.

What if Bibi's being framed?

(Anton) What if I'm Jimmy Stewart?

(Lucienne) We're serious.

Who stands to benefit if Bibi's put away?

Humanity as a whole.

We need to figure out what's going on and why.

And to do that, we need everything you got.

Nope.

More drinks.

'Well, you can do what you want,

but I'm gonna fight for this lost cause

and every other lost cause in goddamn history.

And do you know why?

Because once Justice walks out of the building,

once Truth walks out of the door, we're all shot.'

Jimmy Stewart. 'Mr Smith Goes to Washington.'

No, that's not it.

I know that film backwards, and that's not in it.

Okay, I made it up, but that's not the point.

The answer is no.

(fruit machine beeping)

You know what really bothers me?

I work all the hours God gives.

No social life, no partner, no sleep.

I'm a joke to everyone.

And for what?

I don't even have the money to look after my offices.

Broken windows at the back.

Loose hinges.

Fit to drop at any second.

(door rattling)

Just hold that.

- Hold it. - Alright.

Just here.

Keep it steady.

Keep it steady.

(door opens, creaking)

Oh, even better.

Like a herd of bloody elephants.

Come on, then. Where do we start?

We're looking for anything on Sofie Lommel.

(Dahlman) Needle in a haystack, right?

Hang on. Not sure about that.

Cash flow reports...

...for every bar Sofie Lommel ran.

Got the draft accounts...

...and the official ones.

And there's a big difference between the two.

Money laundering.

If Sofie Lommel was money-laundering for them, why kill her?

I'm not sure she was.

She didn't sign off on them. Someone else did.

Xavi Franken.

Right, maybe we'll pop in for breakfast.

(sighs)

(papers rustling)

Did you get any sleep?

No.

No news on Eddie, I take it?

(creaking)

(footsteps)

It's okay. It's locked.

(clang)

(footsteps)

(creaking)

(footsteps)

Hey.

Hey.

(Kalie) I bought you a coffee.

Double espresso macchiato, right?

(van der Valk) Right.

Oh, sorry. I didn't expect him to have company.

Why not?

Oh, you... you clearly haven't known him long.

I've known him quite a while, actually.

You?

Er, Lena, this is, erm, erm...

Oh, dear, Kalie, that's it.

Kalie, that's Lena.

Nice to meet you.

How come you knew how to get in?

Oh, she's... she's, erm... she's police security.

She's very good at picking locks, very tricksy.

I know where the spare key lives.

He showed me.

Did he, now?

I don't recall.

Me and him used to be, er...

Got that.

(van der Valk) It ended badly.

In fact, it didn't... it didn't... it didn't start well, either.

Middle any good?

Not great. Not great.

Why are you here?

I think I've found your bomber.

Goes by the name of Frans Tanner.

- We know. - No, you don't.

The head of security at the compound

checked everyone who had access yesterday.

Only there's no official record of him working there.

You could just be feeding me this.

Hmm, or... you could trust me.

And for what it's worth...

...I'm sorry...

...about Mandy.

(footsteps depart, door opens)

Mandy?

Did I ever tell you why I...

...fuss over Dahlman's dogs but don't have my own?

Because you don't want the responsibility.

That wasn't always the case.

Before Sniffer, before Trojan...

...I had a rescue dog.

Mandy.

She got ill.

What's that got to do with Kalie?

She didn't like her.

Well, maybe she's not a dog person.

No, no, no, Mandy didn't like Kalie.

Kalie was with her when she passed.

I was at work.

And I regret that the last thing she saw was Kalie.

That's why you ended it?

Well, not entirely, but it... it didn't help.

And she's a bit in your face, as well.

I definitely wasn't ready for that then.

Are you ready for that now?

With you.

Yeah.

Long night, right?

Longer morning.

Although this guy, Frans Tanner, not legit security.

Let's check the military.

If he's our bomber, he knows explosives.

Where did you get this?

Kalie.

(Lucienne) It's useful.

Maybe we should loop her in.

(van der Valk) Yeah, maybe you should think again.

Hiya.

Not off work with grief, then.

Erm, yeah, I've got a business to run.

Yeah, we want a word about that. Can I?

Yeah.

Hang on a minute. Hang on, hang on.

Just, er, checking there's no bomb.

Can you not do that?

(van der Valk) I like the feel of this place.

Good vibe. Wholesome.

Really like the name.

So, er... on brand.

Venus Fly Trap, named after a plant that looks great

and then kills mercilessly.

Where did you get the inspiration for that from?

I don't know, just... just came to me.

We need to talk to you about money laundering.

Oh, have you got any sesame seeds to go with the açaí berries?

I think we're out of them.

Was it your mum who taught you how to money-launder?

I mean, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it,

even if it is... organic.

Look...

Okay.

What makes you think I have anything to do with money laundering?

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't divulge sources.

Ah.

Do you want the Venus Porridge or the Granola Bowl?

Venus, every time.

Of course, you get why we're asking.

Your dear old mum, she's fine by the way, yeah.

I'd say she sends her regards, but she didn't.

Funny, that.

Anyway, she insists she's innocent of the murders.

Which only makes sense if someone else is responsible for them.

Someone else who stood to lose if the hearing took place.

Yeah. Oh, someone like you.

Oh, my God.

(Lucienne) And not just this chain of restaurants, either.

There's also the bars that Sofie Lommel ran.

She's dead, too.

Yeah, was Sofie Lommel involved in the money laundering?

Something go wrong?

Hmm, what?

Look, I... I have no idea what you guys are talking about.

I mean, we can do this at the police station.

Only the food, it... it's not as good.

Maybe, er, you should talk to my lawyer.

Come on, don't be like that. I don't care if you cooked the books!

But I do care about dead people.

You know this guy, by any chance?

We think he might have blown your brother to bits.

Why?

I think we should do this through the lawyers.

Give them a call.

Alright.

(scraping)

(Eddie grunts)

(breathing heavily)

You are a forensics guy, man, not a doctor.

You shouldn't jump to conclusions.

My work's all about conclusions.

Certainties. Deductions. Endings. Facts.

Anyway, I am a doctor.

Not for people with a pulse.

- You gonna tell Piet? - No.

Nor are you.

Let me go to work.

Got fingerprints to chase.

Take care, huh?

(van der Valk) It's not going well, is it, Jacko?

I mean, one, you got caught.

Two, we found out about Frans Tanner.

He a friend of yours?

And, three, despite what you said earlier,

we don't think Bibi Franken's responsible for the murders.

Which is what you wanted us to think, wasn't it?

(van der Valk) What was Sofie Lommel to you?

Just another lowlife criminal?

Same as you, was she?

Started on the small stuff, worked her way up?

You know nothing.

I know she's dead.

I know she was money-laundering scum.

She had nothing to do with that!

Oh, yeah, she did. She was up to her neck in it.

- No, you got it wrong. - No, she was as corrupt as hell.

No, she wasn't!

She refused to be part of it. And that's why it...

(van der Valk) That's why what?

Come on, what have you got to lose?

It's not like you're going anywhere, is it?

Did Gregor Albers drive the car that killed her?

Is that why you killed him?

Because she was your girlfriend.

Well, there's your motive, right there.

(clearing throat)

Yeah, that wasn't a sick cough, it was a cough for attention.

Yeah, we're a bit busy.

Yeah, well, you're gonna like this.

As a matter of routine, forensics took prints at both safe houses.

Of course they did. It's their job to do it.

Say what you like about forensics, they're very forensic.

Shall we pull up chairs or what?

No, but you might want to show some grace

and dignity and patience, Piet.

(coughs)

As you know,

Cliff, rather deftly, managed to do what none of you lot had done

and took the fingerprints of Bibi Franken.

Okay, so?

Her fingerprints are all over both safe houses.

(van der Valk) Still no news on Eddie?

How the hell did Bibi Franken get access to both safe houses?

Someone on the inside.

Mentioning no names, of course.

Begins with a K. Ends in 'alie'.

Yeah, she speaks very highly of you, too.

Yeah, I bet she does.

Isn't the question not just how, but why

Bibi Franken would visit the safe houses?

Does she need a reason?

Seems odd to me.

Frans Tanner isn't Frans Tanner.

There's no official record of him anywhere, including the military.

So, he knows how to fake an ID.

We got any news on Baz van Zijl?

Kept in overnight but going home today, thankfully.

Have we got any footage of the explosion?

Sure.

If we think Jacko was involved with Sofie,

could Frans Tanner be related?

Brother maybe?

Well, mother said Sofie was an only child.

Yeah, just because Maud Lommel only had one child

doesn't necessarily mean Sofie didn't have siblings or half-siblings.

Dad could have had kids with someone else.

What was the father's name again?

Michael Becker.

Only we've drawn a blank against him, as well.

Maybe that's the point.

Frans Tanner. Michael Becker.

Someone knows how to fake IDs.

I know what we missed.

We need to get Bibi Franken to talk.

(clang)

(footsteps approach)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(breathing heavily)

Okay. I want answers and I want out of here.

So you better start talking now!

Just stay out of it. It's none of your business.

You made it my business.

Aah!

I'm here for Bibi.

She'll see me.

(Bibi) ...issues if we do that.

Yeah. Come.

(Lucienne) Hmm. (whistles)

Who says crime doesn't pay?

Very cosy.

Flying the nest harder than you thought?

Or maybe families that slay together stay together?

So, what is this, then?

Like a baseless accusation, another one?

Truth about Sofie Lommel would be nice.

Or is that too much to ask?

Are you okay for air?

I imagine the oxygen's quite thin up there on your high horse.

Surprised you don't have a nosebleed.

We want to offer you a deal.

We don't do plea bargains.

- (Xavi) Hmm. - (Lucienne) Nor do we.

But we want to offer you the opportunity

to come face to face with your son's killer.

In exchange for?

Using you as bait.

But you're gonna have to get rid of the muscle.

All the henchmen.

And why would we agree to that?

Your son's killer's not gonna turn up

when you're surrounded by security, and believe me, they will know.

I'm sorry. Erm...

Like, are you insane?

Yeah, maybe, but that's why we'll be here.

(Xavi scoffs)

Alright.

I agree.

(sighs)

(mobile ringing, buzzing)

Piet. Bibi Franken's fingerprints, it's a wild-goose chase, I'm afraid.

I mean, yeah, there's a lot of them,

but it doesn't mean she's been in the safe houses.

Right, you might have to explain that to me.

Well, they're all portable items.

You know, and I think they've been planted here

and at the other safe house.

Bits and bobs, everyday stuff she wouldn't have missed.

Okay, that a former pickpocket like Jacko

could have stolen without her knowing to frame her.

Exactly. Clever, huh?

(sighs)

Look.

I've not been on top of my game.

Alright, and, erm, we've been conned, and I fell for it.

Mm, no, you didn't.

What are you on about? You figured it.

(coughs)

- (camera clicks) - Thank you.

(mobile chimes)

(mobile ringing)

- Hey. You miss me? - Eddie? You okay?

Oh, you know, just chilling.

Got my assailant, though. White male, early 20s.

Alright, the name's Frans Tanner.

Only it's not.

We need to find out who he is. Urgently.

- How? - I dunno.

Just think of something.

Heard they were discharging you.

Yeah, thank God.

I'm not the best patient.

How's the case going?

We're getting there.

Can't really discuss it in detail.

Apart from to say Bibi Franken's being framed.

And I need to know who by.

This yard I'm in, I've checked it out.

And I know who Frans Tanner is.

Turns out it's a family affair.

Sofie Lommel was his half-sister.

And I know who the father is.

How are we doing with Bibi Franken?

(Lucienne) She agreed.

Baz van Zijl?

Yeah. Yeah, he'll play ball.

I spoke to a special forces veteran

who worked undercover with Michael Becker.

You were right. It's a fake name.

Turns out it's quite a family affair.

Frans is Sofie's half-brother, working with her father.

Who we happen to know.

Eddie figured it.

He's in one piece. He's bringing Frans in.

- He's fine. - (exhales deeply)

Thank God!

Oh, and you two be careful.

Sure.

We have backup.

Got any, er, guns hidden anywhere?

We keep our side of the bargain.

You keep yours.

(Xavi) You guys are professional, right?

Am I... Am I gonna look out the window, or are you gonna help me?

Killer's a pro. Won't come in the front.

And what makes you think he or she is gonna come at all?

We said you were innocent and would walk free.

Got the impression it didn't go down too well.

(door opens)

I don't know.

(gun cocks)

Hey.

Put the gun down.

Come on, we're all friends here.

Baz meet the Frankens, the Frankens meet Baz van Zijl.

Or should I say Michael Becker?

How did you know?

We watched the explosion.

You didn't run back to the car.

You raised your arm just a split second too soon.

You knew what was about to happen.

Just close enough to get injured so we didn't suspect you

but not close enough to get killed.

Risky.

I wouldn't have cared if I got killed.

So...

...you killed my son?

An eye for an eye.

And a son for a daughter.

Sofie worked hard for you and she stood up to you.

Unlike your pathetic spineless sons.

Now, now.

We were a real family, not like yours.

You don't have that in your life and you never will.

We came to it late, but it was all the stronger for that.

Forgive me if I don't cry.

I should kill you right now.

Come on, you're not gonna kill her in cold blood.

You're a professional. You want answers.

I'm done with answers.

(grunts)

Looking for this?

Okay.

You thought you could take me on.

You were wrong.

(Kalie) Well, I don't think so.

Let him go! Guns on the floor. I mean it!

(guns clatter)

If you want your son to live, start talking now!

Why did you have Sofie killed?

- Mum, don't. - Stop it!

- Talk! - Don't! Don't!

She wouldn't be bought.

She found out about the, er, money laundering

and threatened to go public.

Daan?

(Bibi) Wanted to take over.

I needed a show of strength to know he was...

...capable.

You got Daan to have Sofie killed...

...and then went back on your word.

(Bibi) No, I changed my mind.

Xavi wanted to come back under my wing.

He was always the...

stronger, more capable.

Trying to break away and all that.

Sofie died for nothing!

- Kill him! - Don't! Don't!

She's with us.

We just needed the confession.

You're under arrest for ordering the murder of Sofie Lommel.

(Kalie) Here we go.

- Let's go. - (Lucienne) Yeah.

You know, there are ways of bringing people down.

This was for the little people...

...the ones nobody fights for.

I do.

(police radio chatter)

(engine starts)

(vehicle doors close)

Enjoy pointing the gun at me, did you?

You know I did.

Thanks for ringing.

Didn't know you still had my number.

No, Lucienne gave it to me.

No, I didn't.

So... you trusted me in the end.

Maybe there's hope for you after all.

See you around, van der Valk.

(Lucienne) There you are.

Wanna get in?

We'll give you a lift to the Scheltema.

I'd rather walk, to be honest. Had enough of vehicles.

Let's walk, then.

If I get a ticket, I won't be happy.