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The bikers are six hours from Hook of Holland.

We have to stop them from getting there to avoid a second Amaya situation.

We're not intervening before Roman knows where McCartney is.

You can find him in six hours?

Absolutely.

Did you hear it? I want to get rid of the golfing sounds.

I only want to hear McCartney.

Sure.

And I want a 12-inch dick.

Yes, okay.

You may want to only hear McCartney, but it's not a two-track recording,

so you can't separate the two.

-What are you trying to say? -That you'll have to make do with this.

RECORDINGS YAQUB GOLF CLUB

You got something?

Yes, I've isolated seven sounds. I'm trying to identify them now.

If I know what they are, I can find McCartney.

Well, you have five hours left.

Nico, come. Those bikers are at the gas station.

-Tess, one, two. -Perfect.

Okay, now the other one.

Wait, the guy's at the window. What should I do?

Distract him. I need some more time.

-What did he say? -Someone's by our bikes.

-Tess, they saw you. Get out. -Almost done.

Tess, they're coming.

-Suckers. They fall for anything. -And the Oscar goes to…

Thanks, guys.

-How's he doing? We have five hours left. -Yeah, yeah, I know. He'll find something.

Countersteer.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're in the car with Europe's fastest man, Roman Mertens.

Careful, son. To the left.

Hush, son. Quiet. Mom's calling.

Hey, honey. Everything alright?

Yeah, we're in the car wash.

Are you crying?

What? They found something? I thought the chemo got rid of it all.

And what now?

Yes, okay.

See you later.

Dad, what's wrong with Mom?

Nothing, son. Everything will be fine.

I looked it up.

Let's see. There are almost 2,000 car washes in the Netherlands,

and 367 of them have an automatic tunnel wash.

We can't screen them in a few hours.

We need more information, Roman.

The bikers are almost at the border. We don't have much time left.

POSITION BIKERS HOOK OF HOLLAND - MUNICH

NETHERLANDS

My wife was angry because I left. She asked where I was going.

-What did you say? -What are they saying?

I couldn't tell her the truth. I told her I was going to fuck another woman.

-What's he saying? -You know…

Some misogynist crap.

-Criminals do that too? -Wait, they're saying more.

Why are you driving so fast?

Everyone here goes 80.

Yeah, but they don't have…

4.5 pounds of explosives with them.

Be careful.

I don't want to explode here on the highway.

For fuck's sake!

Nico Davids speaking. It's urgent.

Very nice.

Don't you want to use red?

Lucia, it's the police. They need you urgently.

See you tomorrow, darling.

I know McCartney is our main target, but the situation has changed.

Those maniacs have explosives on them.

-We have to get them now. -No.

If we do that, McCartney will know. We'll lose him and end up with nothing.

This is our only chance to deal the drug trade a crippling blow.

Are you serious?

Weren't you on TV saying you wanted to protect civilians?

You're letting two maniacs drive around with dynamite.

Well, okay, show them.

Show them, Tony, come on.

This is Hook of Holland now.

Let's say it happens here. Tony?

If those explosives go off here,

everyone inside this circle will be seriously injured, or worse.

The decision has been made.

-They are driving around with explosives. -You heard the mayor, Suus.

Fucking coward.

So?

We're all putting our faith in a blind guy with zero experience?

Roman.

Are you okay?

Don't pay attention to what Suus said.

They forget I have to connect everything I hear to sounds from my memory.

That doesn't just happen. Everyone's expecting a fucking miracle from me.

You're doing your best. That's all you can do.

Just try and calm down.

We'll stay here for five minutes and then we'll go back inside. Alright?

Do you want to go on the water too?

Roman?

Everyone's asleep so we can do what we want.

-Are you scared too? -A little.

-Whoa, what was that? -The oar. I'll grab it.

-Meryem? -Roman!

Roman, what are you doing in that boat? Meryem!

Meryem!

Get in.

What possessed you to get in that boat? Are you crazy?

Get in.

That's what you get when you tell them they can do anything.

Goddamn it. Idiots.

That siren.

Siren?

I think I've got it. That fire truck siren.

What of it?

The Doppler effect. The frequency of a sound changes when it moves.

At first I didn't hear the siren. It must have been turned on near the car wash.

There has to be a fire station nearby.

-What kind of radius are we talking about? -I think about 900 yards.

Well?

That leaves… 13 car washes.

-How long do we have? -Ninety minutes.

We don't have enough time to raid all 13 of them.

Come on, Roman, I need more.

-Can I join you for a second? -Yeah, sure.

I look like this because my friend's having a bachelorette party

and we have to earn money for her honeymoon.

That's why we're going around begging in Antwerp.

If you really can't resist, it's ten euros to bite or lick a lollipop off my body.

Don't worry, I wasn't wondering why you look like that.

You're blind.

Lucky me.

Hey, but… I don't hear your friends. Did you lose them?

They're my old friends, but I don't have much in common with them anymore.

I know the feeling.

My brother is inside with his new girlfriend.

They couldn't keep their hands off each other, so I ran off as well.

Are you cold? Maybe you should come stand near the heater.

Sorry, how do you know that? I thought you were blind.

I heard your teeth chattering.

I don't think I quite remember where my hotel is.

I hear it stopped raining. Maybe I can help you find it.

You know what sucks? I really hoped I'd have the chance to go out dancing tonight.

But apparently they don't do that in Antwerp.

Do you like dancing?

Yeah, I love it, but I can't do it.

I just flap my arms around

like one of those inflatable men at a car dealership, you know?

I think so. You mean something like this, right?

-Exactly. Very good. -Yeah? Thanks, dancing is my passion.

I can tell.

We could just dance here.

-Here? -Why not? There's no one around.

Put on a song. I'm going to give it 100 percent.

-Yeah, alright. -Yeah?

-I have high hopes for this song of yours. -I get that. Alright, a song…

-Yes, I have one. -Yeah?

You dance way better than a flapper. That's not fair.

What can I say? You either have it or you don't.

-Go on flapping. -Of course. I can feel it…

-Oh, watch out! -Careful.

-Are we in the middle of a bike lane? -Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.

I just thought maybe you could hear it, or feel it. I'm sorry.

I got distracted.

This is the only car wash with a power line over it.

Kings Car Wash, 29 minutes.

Those bikers will be in Hook of Holland in an hour.

On it.

Are you sure McCartney is there, Roman?

One hundred percent.

Bodycams on.

WELCOME

POLICE

-Clear. -The tunnel is empty.

Clear.

Now what?

On the right there's a staircase. Go upstairs.

There's a door to the living area there. Break it down.

-No metal stairs. -Fuck.

-What? -Fuck, it's wrong.

-Police! Show us your hands! -Show us your hands!

Hands on your head! On your knees in front of the couch!

-What is this? -Shut up and listen!

It's not him. This guy is as Dutch as they come.

Goddamn it!

Are you serious?

"One hundred percent." That's what you said, right?

-Sorry. -Sorry?

Will you say sorry again when people get killed? I told you he'd be trouble.

Fuck!

Take those bikers off the road, now.

They're taking exit 7.

HOOK OF HOLLAND

Okay, set the trap at mile marker 3.2.

SOBRIETY CHECKPOINT

POLICE

The bikers will arrive in 1.5 minutes. Everyone stand by.

The roadblock is operational.

Isn't it strange they're testing in the middle of the day?

Don't start, man. Relax and everything will be fine.

They're getting in line.

Give us as many eyes and ears as possible. Turn on all dashcams and bodycams.

Maintain the cover of the sobriety check. Don't rush in.

Approach with caution.

-Meryem, what are they saying? -What do we do?

Just stay calm.

What if they want to check my backpack?

Stop acting so jumpy. You'll make us look suspicious.

I don't trust this. There's too many of them.

We have to go!

Follow me!

Spike strip, now!

Bro. Bro. Bro.

Hey, Roman. There's someone here for you.

Hey, Roman.

Are you okay?

What are you doing in Rotterdam?

Is something wrong with your phone? Is it broken? Why aren't you answering?

I've been calling you for an hour. Listen to me.

There's something wrong with Caro and the baby. They…

They're in the hospital, okay? They're not well.

What?

ERASMUS HOSPITAL

Sweetie? Caro?

Hey, Caro?

Hey.

Caro?

Hey. Hey, are you okay?

Hey, baby.

-What do you have? -Leptospirosis.

I've got the rat disease, Rom. I got infected in the clinic.

-But the baby is perfectly fine. -What?

We were so lucky.

The chance of a miscarriage was very high.

I only have to stay one more night. For observation.

Then everything will be okay again.

-Where have you been? -It's been really busy at work. Sorry.

Come on, move over.

-What are you doing? -Well…

We have to stay here anyway. What do you think about watching a movie?

-Sure, I'll do the audio description. -Sounds good.

There's a very beautiful woman lying in a hospital bed.

-Yeah? -And she takes her boyfriend's hand…

-Her very handsome boyfriend. -Right, her very handsome boyfriend.

And she puts his hand on her pregnant belly.

What's happening? What's all that noise?

They're turning it back into a regular wiretap room.

Okay. I want to listen to everything from Yaqub and McCartney at the golf club.

-I think I've got an idea. -Roman.

You're a little late.

I'm only 15 minutes late. It's not exactly easy without Sam.

You don't get it. There are no more conversations.

Not from McCartney, you mean?

None at all. After what happened with the bikers, nothing's coming in.

No recordings from Yaqub, nothing at the golf course, absolutely nothing.

And what do Nico and Suus say? Where are they?

During a large-scale police operation yesterday two individuals were arrested

in connection with the murder of Mr. Umut Demir

and the attack on the Willemskade earlier this month.

One of the individuals was killed, and the other was seriously injured.

Madam Mayor.

Thanks to the outstanding work of our officers

we were able to deliver a major blow to organized crime.

I hope this will restore peace in the city.

-They're just the henchmen. -Yes, that's politics. Get used to it.

Yo.

We've got a couple of cases. One's a runaway, around 17, a girl.

Selina Adriaansens. It's not the first time, but the parents are worried.

-There's that big fight at Club Vie. -What the fuck?

Looks like a drug deal gone wrong. What is it, Roman?

So we're just going to give up on McCartney to do this kind of stuff?

No one likes this, but it's important we handle those cases too.

Too? We didn't even solve the last one.

What do you want to do? Go on strike? Do nothing?

Wait, it'll be alright.

-Fuck that. -Roman.

Roman!

What can I do? We have to move.

We can't afford both the rent and this. We just can't.

And the insurance people can't give me clear answers.

-I… -So…

I came to apologize.

-Sorry? -I'm Roman. I work for the police.

We weren't able to catch them. The men who made Amaya go blind.

But there was a press conference yesterday.

They're just the henchmen. The people behind it are still out there.

And my bosses stopped looking.

What are you doing here?

I want them to know the real perpetrators got off.

This is inappropriate.

I don't get why we're giving up. I made a mistake, but I can still fix it.

Roman.

-We can talk about it, but not here. -Are you serious?

Honestly.

I'm sorry.

It says here that Selina has run away before.

Yes, but this is different.

-Why? -Well…

There was no fight this time. There was no reason.

-Say something. -Everything's already been said.

Right? So what else could I say?

-Why do we bother with this nonsense? -Don't get so worked up, man.

Just stay calm.

Helen?

What's up?

I'm trying to get to the McCartney files, but I'm getting an error.

-That investigation is closed, so they… -Can you open those files?

You have a general server password.

-I don't think I'm allowed to help you… -Helen, open those files.

It's not that hard, is it?

Okay.

Thank you.

Everyone come with me, now!

Why?

Just come with me.

Why do we have to come with you?

Well, Roman…

If I go around telling everyone we're throwing a surprise party for Meryem

because she's leaving us, then it's not a surprise party anymore.

-Mey, are you leaving? -I am. Tomorrow.

They don't need me here anymore.

-Tomorrow? -Yeah.

And that's why we're having a party. Come. Come along.

Now it's Tony all of a sudden.

-I like this one better. -You could have decorated a bit more.

-Why? -Well…

She doesn't see it anyway.

Jesus.

I'm really going to miss you.

It was way too short.

Shame we had to "braille it off".

Loser.

Yes, there you are.

It's your party, we're dancing. Come on. Sorry, we're borrowing her for a sec.

Yaqub is a good dad.

Have you thought of names yet?

Oh, shit. Hey, Bo! Hey!

You didn't pick me up from the fucking hospital.

Hello?

Are you… Are you drunk?

Are you finally going to tell me what's going on?

-They are right. -Who is?

Everyone.

Everyone has always been right.

My mom always said, "Prove you're just as capable as sighted people are."

And I've always tried, but it's utter bullshit, you know it too.

I'm not as capable as sighted people.

I completely screwed up the case at work.

Because I thought I could do it.

I always think I can do it.

Until I can't.

And now…

I'm becoming a dad.

And I…

I just don't know. I don't know…

Hey.

Hey.

I can see what my brother does,

and my dad, and Yaqub, that gangster I'm listening to.

What they do with their kids.

They give them piggyback rides and play soccer together.

I will never be able to do that.

Real dads take care of their kid, Caro.

-Our kid will have to take care of me. -That's not true at all.

When I heard you were in the hospital, my world fell apart.

I was devastated. I was so worried.

About you.

But not about the baby.

A part of me…

A part of me hoped that…

Do you wish the baby didn't exist?

Roman?

Wow, you look like you could use a paracetamol. They're on my desk.

You two, get out of here. Get some coffee, go outside,

sneak a smoke in the bike shed, whatever. Get lost.

Roman.

-What? -What are you doing?

-What do you mean? -Well…

You went to talk to Amaya's parents without consulting us first.

You refuse to do your job, you're manipulating Helen.

Did you know there's a log that shows us what you guys are doing?

-So what? -So what?

We saw you're still working on the McCartney case.

-What's that political bullshit to you? -The case is closed.

I made a mistake. I know I can fix it. You just need to let me fucking look!

Hey. We know you're blind, but now you seem deaf as well.

The case is…

I feel really bad for you, but…

I'm afraid we'll have to suspend you.

Hand in your badge to what's-her-name and go home.

Caro?

NEXT TIME

You didn't even ask about my check-up. I want you to leave me alone.

Fuck!

Are you still listening?

-What are you doing here? -You have to look something up.

But you're suspended.

Two minutes, guys.

What's going on?