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Amsterdam... what were they thinking?

- What do you mean?
- So dirty.

And look at all the houses,
they're all crooked.

That's because they're all
750 years old.

And the bikes, it's really dangerous.
Why don't they just drive cars?

- They wanna stay healthy.
- Yeah. That's why they do all the drugs.

Well, tomorrow we'll be
on our way to Dubai.

Oh my God, I can't wait.

This is the bridge
I told you guys about.

- The one with all the key chains?
- The council doesn't allow that anymore.

- Oh, but we still can kiss, right?
- Yeah.

But only under the bridge.

You dawg.

Under the bridge.
Control yourself this time, alright?

- What the fuck?
- Where did he go?

Jack, I thought that guy was weird.
I told you.

I know. Let me think.

Sir.

Mr Romantic Tours?

Oh my God.

Jack, what's going on?

- What are you doing?
- What do you think I'm doing?

Oh my God.

I wanna get off. Get me off.

Oh my God. Jack?

Help.

- Where did you come from?
- We were just talking about it.

- Hey.
- You have a new motorbike.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, o my God.

Help, help!

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
if you look to your right

you'll see one of the most
enchanting sights along the route:

Reguliers Canal.

Seven bridges, one after the other,
a sight unique to Amsterdam.

So get your cameras ready.
This is a moment to remember.

Out of the way please.

Move, please. Quickly, please.
Out of the way.

What the fuck?

- Tara, glad you're here.
- Is it that bad?

You didn't puke again, did you?
In front of everyone?

I was close.
Go down that ladder.

It'll be quite a job to get them out.

The tour boat pilot says
they came from the Reguliers Canal.

Stark naked.
Then they suddenly caught fire.

- No scraps of clothing?
- Not that we could find.

Can you give me the location
one last time?

They're not tied up.

So they were dead already,
or they would have jumped.

- It doesn't spontaneously combust.
- Tech is on the way.

A lot of stab wounds.
Their throats are slit.

Do we know who they are?

This pedal boat was stolen last night
from a rental company.

Any camera footage?

The web is teeming with them.

- Gather the most important ones.
- Already on it.

And get the dogs. There might be
explosives or combustible materials.

We don't want anyone else
going up in flames.

Tom?

That's right.

On my way.

Cordon off a wider area, will you?
I'll be back.

Guys.

Cordon off a wider area.

- Tell me.
- The public lighting crew called us.

A cable was in the water.
Then they found the boat.

- Victims?
- Not on the boat. We'll dredge next.

But we found a woman's purse
and two iPhones.

That's why you called.

You found two. I've got two missing.

Yes, that's the one. That's my boat.

What the hell happened to it?

- Who rented the vessel?
- An American couple.

- Man and woman?
- Yes. They insisted on midnight.

Something about a full moon.
They even paid extra.

Who are these weirdos?
And where's Floris?

- Who is Floris?
- The skipper.

We don't let any asshole steer the boat.

Floris.

Jesus Christ, these canals are disgusting.

I pay 50 euros
to clean up the damn canals.

You're doing the environment a favour.

Did you know they make furniture
out of all this plastic?

Let's hope it doesn't stink then.

Hey, check this out.

You want this, Bert?

That's nasty, man.

Want to see it again?

Any new information?

They're two American tourists
from Boston.

They booked a romantic boat ride
from their hotel on Damrak.

They had a guide. All three were killed.
That's all we know.

- The guide was hacked to pieces.
- We haven't found all the body parts yet.

One foot and one hand still missing.

The tourists were dead before they burned.
They're doing an autopsy now.

Someone set fire to them
the moment the tour boat passed.

- He wanted an audience.
- Or she.

- It could be a woman.
- Or a combination.

- No one saw who did it?
- That's right.

We're studying all the footage,
but so far nothing.

A reckoning in the underworld?
Family problems?

Possibly.

Or someone who hates tourists.

That makes half of Amsterdam suspects.

We're in touch with the American police
but it's early there.

We've started the neighbourhood
questioning and the camera check.

- We'll secure that footage.
- It may not give us much.

The perp must have had
a flight route.

Or perps. It seems too much
to do on your own.

Unless they have supernatural powers.

Helga from forensics.

We'll have to take measures.
There's no other option.

Like what? Stop the pedal boats?

Like, get them to be careful
around the canals.

Tricky, in Amsterdam.

There are 165 canals.

Are they all off limits?

Why do you think it will happen again?
There's no indication.

Okay, maybe I'm going a bit fast.

- Let me know if you need back-up.
- My team and I are fine for now.

Okay. I have every confidence.

CONFIDENTIAL

I did a few quick preliminary tests.

The male victim has 13 stab wounds.

The woman has more than 20.

They both had their throats slit
and their hands and legs are cut.

To ward off the attacker, perhaps.

- Is it the cause of death, stab wounds?
- Among other things.

The woman's spine
is broken in two places.

That speaks to the ferocity
of the attack.

Probably around midnight,
give or take an hour.

- Were they killed on the boat?
- No, they had water in their lungs.

- They must have died under water.
- Under water?

- Drowned?
- Probably a combination.

They were killed under water,
put on a pedal boat and set alight.

That's the sequence.
I'm pretty sure of that.

I'll take dental pictures today
to verify their identity.

And I'll check the stomach contents.

Maybe we'll learn something about
their whereabouts of their last hours.

Good idea.

Anything about the murder weapon?
What kind of knife?

It must have been a big one,
with a blade about 40 cm long.

Judging by the wounds
it had a serrated edge.

A serrated edge?

Like in survival knives.

Divers use those a lot too.

To cut fishing lines or seaweed
if they're in trouble.

- A diver, then.
- You can easily buy those knives online.

Lots of school kids have them.

But the cheap ones made in China
are not very good.

This must have been
an exceptionally strong knife.

That idea about a diver, I like that.

Someone must have lit up
that pedal boat.

Could be done from the street,
with a burning rag or something.

Nah. No one saw anything.
But a diver is gone in seconds.

- Pedal boats don't just flare up.
- Doused in fire gel, maybe?

That can cause a big fire.

- Did Tom get anything?
- Nothing from interviews or cameras.

The divers didn't find anything either.

Any word from the States?

Neither of them had a criminal record.
Not even a traffic violation.

He worked for an investment company.
She was a hairdresser.

He was married. She was not.

- Adulterers.
- A jealous wife?

This is not a family drama
or a mobster reckoning. Too cumbersome.

And cutting up that guide...

- So, random victims?
- Seems more likely.

Lots of drama.

But the question, of course, is why?

What's the message?
Why this spectacle?

Let's hope there's just one.

- She's upstairs.
- Thanks, John. I appreciate it.

Come on Roos, let's go.

- Have you been using?
- Just some speed.

I want to go home.

Has he hit you again?

- He can't help it.
- Yeah, right.

You're such a sweetie. Such a sweetie.

You don't have to stay with him.
Stay with me.

- In that caravan?
- Mobile home, Roos. My home.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

If you touch her one more time,
I'm going to kill you.

the night is long
the flesh is soft

in Amsterdam
the night shimmers

in every alley
along the canals

people are yearning
more and more

but be careful of the danger

I will help you whenever you need

Dolly Double Dutch
takes you on a trip

on the town, through the night
come to my palace

let yourself go, to the max

be naughty, naughty

Dolly Double Dutch

- I just slipped in.
- You don't need to tip me.

- Bye, girls.
- Bye Dol. Bye, darling.

Bye darling.

Next time you pay me as much
as that purple bitch.

- Try to get here on time first.
- Bye, John.

- Hey Dolly, need a ride?
- Thanks, sweetie, the taxi's coming.

- Okay. Bye bye.
- Bye.

Asswipe.

See, taxi drivers ignoring you,
that's understandable.

Oh, by the way: what do they pay you
for your performance?

Dick?

What?

Tara.

Dolly Double Dutch.
Real name is Theo Slagter.

A drag queen, last seen when he,
sorry: she, left the Paradise Lost club.

A museum employee discovered
the body around 7 this morning.

How on earth did she get there?

We've got videos.

- Fucking rain.
- Bloody useless.

Looks like he was alone.

Maybe someone on the boat
helped pull him up.

I'm sure.
It looks impossible for one person.

A lot of stab wounds,
his belly ripped open.

Never seen anything like this.

- Murder weapon?
- A knife, but also a kind of hatchet.

- The same knife?
- I'm not sure, but it's possible.

Blood traces go from the jetty to the
ship, so the body came...

From the water.

Chief?

I had hoped never
to experience this again.

This what?

You're young, Tara.
It was before your time.

You're making me curious.

PLANT-BASED STEAK

Miss?

Can I help you?

- This isn't meat, is it?
- No, it's a meat substitute.

What happened to the real meat
that used to be here?

We still have it,
but a few things have changed.

The demand for vegetarian products
has grown.

Oh, really?

- We're becoming environmentally aware.
- Seriously?

What's better than a nice juicy steak?

You can hardly taste the difference now.

It's healthier too.
Less saturated fats and cholesterol.

- Healthier?
- Why don't you try it?

Lots of people have stopped eating meat.
I never eat it.

Okay, I'll try it.
At your recommendation.

- Sounds good.
- How many should I get?

You don't know that?

- Depends on if you'll join me tonight.
- Sir.

Things have changed.

They used to line up for me.
Back when I wasn't talking to myself.

Hey, you. Stop that.

- Mind your own business, old fart.
- Leave the girl alone.

- Is he bothering you?
- No, no.

Fuck off, old man.

Last chance, tough guy.
I'm only going to tell you once...

Jeez, Eric.
It's not the schoolyard anymore.

I only ever used proportional violence.

- You gave Sjaak a nosebleed once.
- He was touching you.

- I had to draw a line.
- I married him, remember?

Yeah, shit happens.

- I hope it won't bruise.
- I do. Makes me look like a tough cop.

This isn't Amsterdam.
And you're retired.

- You came out here for some peace.
- It's too peaceful for me.

So you start a brawl
with the local youths?

- Are you sure it wasn't my grandson?
- You were nothing like that.

Not everything is hereditary.
Here, painkillers.

Keeps you away from the shop
and the conflicts.

Aren't you up for a career medal
next week?

That's right. I managed to push it
back for five years. But they got to me.

- See you, Rosa.
- Take it easy. Think of your heart.

Say hi to Sjaak for me.

So, tough guy, huh? Huh?

That's how I...

Healthier...? Gross.

Hey Koos.

Want to go over
next week's dress code?

What's up? Local TV?

I may live out in the country
but we do have running water.

Behind me you can see De Amsterdam,
the replica of a 17th-century ship

where the victim was found
hanging off the bowsprit

by an unsuspecting janitor.

He is said to be a man from Almere,

known in the LHBTQI+ community
as Dolly Double Dutch.

The investigation is in full swing.
No arrests have yet been made.

Back to the studio.

Bit early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?
When was this?

Yesterday?

Nasty.

Well, that's a premature conclusion.

For you, any time.

Okay.

- Shouldn't you watch your weight?
- Nothing wrong with fish.

Come here.

Thanks for getting here so fast.

So? Do you like it
out in the hills of Limburg?

Just the odd fight over the local flan,
that's about it.

What's so urgent
that I had to come a week earlier?

- You saw the footage?
- Yes. Nasty.

I don't envy you.
The tourists will stay away soon.

The mayor wouldn't mind.

And what do you need me for?

Two murder scenes.

Four victims in two days.
I'm afraid there will be more.

Why do you think that?

Everything points to the same perp.

And the victims seem random.

There are lots of psychos about,
especially in Amsterdam.

But this one appears to swim about too.

- Go on.
- We think we're dealing with a diver.

- Come on. You think it's a copycat?
- Possibly.

Is there something else?

It's tricky. I planned to tell you
next week at the ceremony.

That medal thing?
I wanted to talk to you about that.

- We did a DNA test.
- Really? For a medal?

Armand Sluiter.

What about him?

His DNA was negative, in all the cases.
We triple-checked.

I meant to tell you after the party,
but now with this...

You're saying you tested the DNA
of a guy who shot himself 30 years ago?

We checked his DNA against everything
from the murder scenes back then.

Jeez. DNA more than 30 years old?

Sure. Not a problem, these days.

- And all negative?
- Yes. I know it's hard to believe.

At whose request was it tested?

He had a daughter by a foreign woman.
We had no idea.

She contacted the cold case team.

- The daughter did?
- Yes. We were all very surprised.

So, if I understand you correctly, then...

We had the wrong guy.

- I had the wrong guy.
- Not just you.

So Armand Sluiter had nothing to do
with the murders.

He could have been involved
in a different way.

You think the real culprit
started again after 30 years?

How does that happen?
Are the stars aligned again?

I don't know.

But the fact that you're retired
doesn't mean he is too.

I wanted to let you know
before you read it online.

Nice surprise.

We'd better postpone that party.

- Was it under Munt Bridge?
- Yes, he could take his time.

It's the longest bridge in Amsterdam.
They never had a chance.

Strange how he waited
for the DNA tests before striking.

Like I said, it might be a copycat.

I don't know. Something's off.

I felt the same thing 30 years ago.

That strength, that fury.
It's almost superhuman.

Look, those holes,
there's some kind of structure in those.

- Who is that?
- No idea. I don't know him.

Hi, Tara. Let me introduce
a former colleague.

- Eric Visser.
- Tara Lee.

- Eric Visser.
- Van Dongen.

- Tara is heading the investigation.
- Oh, great. A nasty case.

It sure is. And in what capacity
are you here, if I may ask?

Professional busybody. I'm retired.

Eric had a similar case once.

With burned tourists in a pedal boat
and a drag queen on a bowsprit?

Something like that.

Eric's case had a diver too.
In the canals. Seven victims.

I hope our counter has stopped.

You were right, Eric, the holes
were made from underneath.

- Diver's knife?
- Not sure. It's a pretty thick bottom.

The wood may be...

Fred. Hi. The head of the investigation
is right here.

Oh. Of course. See, Eric was asking...

I hear Mr Visser is retired.

Yes, that's right. Your investigation.
I didn't mean to meddle.

- So, from underneath.
- Correct.

So it could be a diver.

- Feisty woman.
- I have a soft spot for her.

She's young. Not easy.

She's had some nasty cases
on her plate.

- But?
- This is a different ballgame.

A murderer in the canals
is not your everyday criminal liquidation.

This concerns the whole city.

If word gets out
you need to be firmly in control.

- You know all about that.
- She'll have to cope with it.

- This was the entry point?
- Or did that happen later?

I'm not asking you to help her.
You don't work here anymore.

But while you're in town, you might
find the time to look around a bit.

You haven't been in ages.
It's a pretty place.

Lots of canals.

Popular guy.

Last week he had another visitor,
in the pouring rain.

What did they look like?

Big dude dressed all in black.
I couldn't see him properly.

They should clear that bastard away.
You're not related, I hope.

- And those flowers?
- That guy brought them.

Even murderers
deserve flowers, apparently.

Sorry, Hugo.

Afraid he got away?

- Brought him some flowers?
- Hey, Mick.

- One of the first, as usual.
- You know me.

- You must be in shock.
- Sure. Where's your hair?

Worries. Major worries.
Not as bad as yours, though.

What are you doing here?
Looking to reserve a spot?

I still have time.

Enough time to write an article.
Front page, I'm afraid.

- Somebody must fill it.
- I'm not sure about the headline.

Canal Monster? Maniac?
What do you think?

Loch Ness. Always popular.

- Can Bas take some pictures?
- Can I say no?

What do you think? Public road.

But seriously, Eric.
Did you know about the DNA test?

I can't talk about that.

Come on. You're a civilian now.
No secrets.

The horror of discovering
you got the wrong man, eh?

Your reputation in tatters.

We have a police spokesperson
for this, Mick.

I suppose they cancelled
that medal ceremony?

- I rented a tux and everything.
- Nice talking to you.

Be careful, Eric.
You're not so young anymore.

Dad. I thought you were coming
next week.

Yes, you're right.

I thought so too,
but the plans have changed.

- Nothing bad I hope?
- No. Here, for the kids.

No, don't worry.

- Are you staying the night?
- No, I have a hotel room downtown.

- How are things? Paul at work?
- Yes, in Bangkok. He just called.

They're delayed due to bad weather
and his co-pilot has food poisoning.

So, an extra day at the beach.

- How are the kids?
- Fine, yes.

They can swim, you know.

Kids, get in here.
Don't go out on the water.

Granddad.

Let them be.
They're just playing.

No, I know, I just...

I don't like it.

- What's the matter?
- Come here.

- Why are you acting weird?
- Listen.

Okay kids, come in here,
get out of the water.

You heard Granddad.

You're serious? What the fuck.

So that creep is back?

I don't know. The creep would have
to be pretty old now.

Is the DNA test right?

They can make mistakes.
It wouldn't be the first time.

They seemed very certain.
I read the reports.

We got the wrong guy.
There's no two ways about it.

- That's awful for you, Dad.
- It's mostly awful for the city.

Something dangerous in the canals
that we can't protect the people from.

Something? Or someone?

- That's a good question.
- But you're staying out of it, right?

- You're retired now.
- I wasn't planning to.

- Dad.
- I consult a little here and there.

It's up to you.

You never listen to me anyway,
it's so draining.

- You joining us for dinner?
- What are you having?

- Mexican food.
- Lovely.

A vegetarian dish with meat substitutes.
It's very healthy.

I'm eating in town tonight.

I'll give you some vitamins.
And mind your cholesterol.

Don't worry about me.

Lots of famous people lived
in the Red Light District.

Rembrandt, the famous painter,
lived and worked nearby.

I do have to warn you about the canals.
There are so many of them.

If you don't watch out,
you can easily fall into them.

Every year almost 18 people drown
while peeing into a canal.

So be very careful not to get
too close to the edge of the canal.

See? Follow me.

Get me out, get me out.

Oh my God.

My word. Eric Visser.
Long time no see.

- Your English hasn't improved.
- Neither has your mood.

- Did they tow your car?
- Car, indeed.

Who do you have to fuck around here
to get downtown?

Speaking of fucking...
Good luck.

Jesus, man.

Hey.

You just left for Limburg
without saying goodbye.

I was done here.

You look good. Still.

- Healthy, too.
- Must be all that fresh air.

- Doing nothing is not for you.
- My doctor tells me to avoid excitement.

Seriously?

Come on, man. This is Amsterdam.
Nothing but excitement.

Did you read it in the papers?
About Dolly?

I only spoke to her last week.
And those tourists?

Just as well you caught that guy
30 years ago.

I really admire you for that.
Otherwise you'd think...

Can I stay here for the night?

Come in.

- You're right, she's looking at me.
- Yeah, right.

- I'll go over for a chat.
- Don't you have a case in the morning?

That Russian guy who diverted billions
through Ukraine or something?

No, that's next week.
Fun case, by the way.

It got me a nice little condo
in the Algarve.

- Oh really?
- Yes, really.

Must be nice,
working on a continental conflict.

- I'm in no hurry to finish it.
- Sure.

But that mate of his
sort of vanished, didn't he?

- Yeah, well.
- Sounds dodgy to me.

But check this out.
I come prepared.

Dude. Don't be crazy.
How can you work like that?

Dude, life's short.
You gotta make it exciting.

Hey, thank you.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- Don't do anything I wouldn't.
- No, that would be dull, right Sandrine?

- Sandra.
- Oh, Sanne... Sandra.

This way. My car is over there.

- You're joking, right?
- No, of course not. We never say that.

Here we are. Look at that. Voila.

- Do we even fit?
- Your ass might be a problem.

- Dick.
- Twat.

Oh fuck.

Watch out.

Got it.

My ass goes first. Here I go, here I go.

- Okay, let's go.
- Will we fit?

Yes, don't worry.

Hold up.

- Okay.
- Okay, yes.

Yes, it works.

Have you driven this before?

- Brake. Brake!
- I am.

Of course we checked if she was
Sluiter's daughter, but yes, 100%.

She lived in the Czech Republic
under a new name.

Why did she wait this long?

The father left when she was 10.
The mother died a few years later.

She grew up in a foster family.
She recently discovered Sluiter had died.

- And then she went looking?
- Yes, partly because of an inheritance.

A life insurance her father had.

- Wasn't she simply after his money?
- Possibly. But that's a private matter.

Why did you grant her request?

There are dozens of unsolved cases.
You must be crazy busy.

It's our duty to the bereaved.
She was sure her father was innocent.

We hoped to convince her otherwise.
But that didn't work.

How could she be so sure
of his innocence?

I think you should ask her yourself.

She was right in the end.

- Dragana Jankovic?
- Yes.

Of the cleaning service?

- Second floor today, I think.
- Okay.

Dragana Jankovic?

Who are you?

My name is Eric Visser.

I know who you are.
You are the cop that killed my father.

I did not kill your father.

I don't want to talk to you.
Please go.

Can I ask you some questions?

I have to work. I don't want to talk.

Did you follow the news?
Innocent people are being killed, again.

It has to stop.
Please tell me what you know.

- Did you like it?
- Yes.

- What part did you like the most?
- I don't know.

Yes, hoist it up.

- Can you let me through?
- Ma'am, you can't pass.

But I live there.

My dog is all alone.

- Why am I reading this in the paper?
- What?

About the DNA test
and you catching the wrong guy?

You didn't seem interested
in that old case.

And besides, how is it helpful?

This can't be the same guy.

Just set a good example
and get this one behind bars.

Did Van Amstel send you?
To keep an eye on me?

Nah. Don't worry.

I was in the area
and heard it on the police radio.

One victim?

- Looks that way.
- Thanks.

A woman, badly cut up last night.

She was right here.

This morning we found a Birò
in the canal with a man's body.

- Drowned?
- We're thinking robbery.

The victim fired a gun.
There's one witness.

But he only saw the woman.

This morning the man's employer called in
to report him missing.

He's the lawyer of some Russian oligarch.
We're looking into that.

- Don't bother. Any wounds?
- Not that we can see.

It fits the pattern. Same perp.

- Why do you think that?
- Obviously because of the bullet holes.

I just told you. He fired his gun.

A Beretta, 92FS .22, at least ten shots.

Someone tries to rob him, he shoots,
they are shoved into the canal.

- Did you find any bullets?
- We're still looking.

- There's no point really.
- Oh?

- Was the Birò parked here?
- It seems.

It's a one-way street that way.
It was pointing to the water.

But the bullet holes are
on the driver's side.

The traces suggest the Birò
was parked close to the skip.

No room for the attacker, so the bullets
were fired under water.

Birò doors can easily
be opened under water.

But something or someone blocked it.
I'm guessing someone.

Our lawyer tried to shoot his attacker.

A Beretta bullet under water
won't travel beyond 1.5 metres.

The glass would slow it down
even more, say 60 cms.

So the bullets fell
within a metre of the Birò.

I'd say grab a magnet and start searching.
Shouldn't take long.

If you find fewer than 10 bullets,
the rest are inside our friend.

Meaning he's injured.

- Anything else?
- No, this should be enough for now.

Dickie, get a magnet.

You probably know where he is now.

Of course. But you have to do
some of the work.

And stop being so formal. Call me Eric.

Okay, Eric.

So we're looking at a diver
who kills people.

- That appears to be the conclusion.
- "Appears"?

What else could it be?

It was the first thing I thought too,
30 years ago.

But?

It's obvious, isn't it?
Maybe a bit too obvious?

I'm glad I'm not in your shoes.

Thank you.

What did I tell you, Eric? Take it easy.

Nutter.

Check all the hospitals and pharmacies.
Request the camera footage.

On it.

You always wanted to go see the fish.

How do you know? You never came,
I always went with Mum.

She told me. It was cool and dark
and quiet there.

One day you were gone
and she found you asleep there.

- Do you ever think of Mum?
- Every day.

Well, let's say every other day.

Willy, get down from there.

- Shall we go for ice creams?
- Yeah.

- Yes, Helga.
- Hey.

About the flowers. We did some tests.

I found traces of antifouling paint.

It's used to protect ships
from algae growth.

So he could work at a shipyard.
Amsterdam alone has more than ten.

And there's another thing.

The paint contains Tributyltin
and that's toxic and banned since 2008.

That eliminates the official shipyards,
if they stick to the regulations.

Yes, so that leaves DIY guys
or old abandoned shipyards.

The paint can last for years in the soil
and the walls, wooden ones especially.

Right. That's useful. Thank you. Bye.

No. What did I tell you?
Don't get involved.

- In what?
- I know you. Honestly.

- You think you're still 20 years old.
- It keeps my spirit young.

Let's have ice creams,
and then pancakes. Come on.

That's so not good for them.

You turned out nicely all the same.

The series of gruesome murders
in downtown Amsterdam

has its population terrified.

The police are in the dark
about the culprit and the motive.

How many more victims?
Is there a pattern?

Just let us do our job.

Rumour has it that you''ll be removed
from the investigation.

Residents are impatient.

We're not safe anywhere.
We can be dragged into a canal any time.

That woman hanging off the bridge
was not a decent woman.

Maybe she had made someone angry.

Rumour has it
the suspect has taken his own life.

Eric Visser, in charge of the
investigation, expects no other arrests.

Everything points to one perpetrator.
We're closing the file.

Amsterdam can safely go
on boat trips again.

Mr Mayor, how big was the impact
on tourism?

- Where is he?
- Interview room 4. He insisted on you.

Not another nutter
reporting his mother-in-law?

- He looks dependable.
- Right. Like my ex.

The Bully.

- The bully?
- Hard to believe, but he's back.

Perhaps you've already come
to the same conclusion as I have.

Wait. Sorry, one second.
What bully are you talking about?

The Bully.

The monster roaming
the canals for many centuries.

Murdering people
in a gruesome manner.

It pulls children into the water.
He's been doing that for centuries.

It's a myth. A legend.

No, I'm afraid I'll have to
correct you there.

I've gathered plenty of evidence
over the years of its existence.

I unearthed reliable testimonies of
people describing the monster in detail.

And the bloodbath taking place today
is not an isolated one.

There are undeniable descriptions...

Dickie, always do a background check
on witnesses.

- He was a professor at the university.
- Was?

They fired him
for having rather unorthodox ideas.

Unorthodox? Where did they get that?

I'm sorry. Tara had to leave suddenly.

She's very busy.

A city in decline becomes vulnerable.

Very vulnerable.

I'm afraid it's too late.

It was such a beautiful place.

Yes, Fred?

That shipyard you asked about.

The one with the toxic paint?

Right. I got one for you.
It closed years ago.

I went there once after a shooting
between junks and other riff-raff.

I think it's derelict now.

Sounds good. What's the address?

...thirty.

Thanks very much.

Tara. How's the investigation?

- Not now, Mick.
- Is it the same perp?

Talk to our spokesperson.

Eric said the same thing.
They're not much help.

How do you feel about him making such
a mess? Now you have to clean it up.

You need to see this.

Another professor?

What is this? Who's he?

Jozef Visbeen.
A colleague of Armand Sluiter's.

- A diver?
- Worked on oil rigs with Armand.

He was interrogated too at the time.

- But he was clean?
- According to his file, yes.

After Armand's suicide
the case was closed.

He has a record though.
Selling stolen goods, theft.

The only one who might know the truth...

Is Eric Visser.

This was filmed a week ago.
He bought ten bottles of fire gel.

- Maybe for a barbecue.
- Doubt it.

He's been a vegetarian all his life.

I'm thinking about that pedal boat.

- Got an address?
- We're on it. He's homeless.

Add it to the list.

Somewhere at the top.

Do you want this donut?

- You have it.
- Sugar low.

Hello?

LOCH NESS MONSTER OR THE BULLY?

Fuck.

- What are you doing here?
- Can't tell you. Investigation.

Oh, the professional busybody.
Retired, even.

Hope that's not your service weapon.
Illegal. Four years in the clink.

I have all the permits.
Are you alone?

I called for back-up
but didn't wait for them.

- What do you think? Is this it?
- Looks like it.

- Who is it?
- Jozef Visbeen.

- Don't know him.
- An old colleague of Sluiter's.

The wrong guy, remember?

So show me how it's done.

There were ten, by the way.
Bullets. We found all ten.

So he got lucky.

Stop, police.

Stop. Police. Stay right there.

- Refund, my ass.
- But it's fucking raining.

Yes, climate change is a bitch.

Dammit. Hey, asshole.

- Are you okay?
- He can't have gone far. Eric's on him.

- He has nothing to do with it.
- He's helping.

Not Eric. Jozef. He's innocent.

He has a watertight alibi.

- Fuck. Are you sure?
- Yes.

- Hey. He went that way.
- Fuck.

- Is that the boat?
- What's left of it.

Give up, Jozef.

- There's nowhere to go.
- Eric Visser. The smartest cop in town.

You think you know it all
but you still make the same mistakes.

Don't be stupid. It's over.

Look at you. The saviour of Amsterdam.
You're a pathetic old man.

Stay there.

Don't be jealous. You'll get your turn.

The man who put flowers on the grave
was a former colleague.

Maybe he had heard about the DNA
and Armand being innocent

- He wanted to pay his respects.
- He behaved really suspiciously.

What would you do if the police
caught you with a stolen boat?

He was just out on parole.

- But to set yourself on fire...?
- Did you see his medical file?

He was mentally unstable, delusional.
In psych wards half his life.

It's becoming a pattern for me,
chasing the wrong guy.

I'm sorry, Eric.
I should never have involved you.

I...

I'll steer clear of you and Tara.

Don't worry about Tara.
She'll step back too.

You have no idea
what's in store for us.

It's out of my hands.

The government is taking over,
with drastic measures.

It's about the Dutch capital
after all.

We decided that as of today

from 8 PM to 6 AM,
the canals of central Amsterdam

will be closed to all traffic on water.

Also, the centre will only be open
to residents and local traffic.

This situation will last
at least four days.

The Amsterdam City Swim, planned for
two weeks from today, will go ahead.

That's crazy.
What is that broad thinking?

I thought the centre closed ages ago.

Just let Gordon do a concert,
the killer will leave immediately.

- Your local?
- It was for many years.

I miss it.

- Are there no pubs in Limburg?
- Sure, nice ones, but... different.

Are you okay?

Some scratches and bruises. The usual.

Well, you're still young.

It's mainly my ego that got bruised.

Mistakes are part of the game.
You never get used to it.

I'm just glad you didn't take a tumble.

Don't think about what could have
happened. Keeps the job pleasant.

- Would you like a drink?
- I'll have a beer.

- Ed, two beers please.
- Coming up, Eric.

- I've got the night off.
- So I hear. As punishment.

Let's see if they can cope without me.
Let's see how it goes tonight.

The canal belt is off limits.

- What will happen?
- Van Amstel is being mysterious.

"Top secret".

But he wants me there,
for the learning experience.

- As long as I don't talk.
- A silent learning experience.

Tricky. But you can do it.

You had doubts.
About it being a diver.

For now I'll say it's a USO,
unidentified submerged object.

Sounds creepy.
Do you believe in aliens too?

Amsterdam is full of them.

Hopefully we'll find out tonight.

- Here you go. Cheers.
- Thanks.

What's with the bag?

- What bag?
- The one you just shoved aside.

The weekend bag?

There are some things
you must never do.

Shine a blacklight
around your hotel room.

Eat yellow snow.
Lick a frozen lamppost.

Or stay too long at a party
where they don't want you.

Those are the best parties.

Depends on the company.

- So you're going back to Limburg?
- That's the plan, yes.

In about an hour.

- You're giving up.
- What else can I do?

Patrol the canals in a boat?

We don't know what to look for
or where. Let the professionals do it.

No, I get it.
You're getting older after all.

You've had enough of all
that stress and excitement.

Time to realise your best years are over
and you deserve some rest.

Come on.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

Jesus. Did you do
Psychology for Dummies 101?

I dropped out halfway. Too boring.

Shame you can't be there tonight.

A real shame.

Charlie One Three in position.

Charlie One One,
this is Neptune. Request ETA.

This is Charlie One One,
ETA two minutes, over.

Roger ETA two minutes.
Roger out to you.

Charlie One Two,
request sitrep?

Charlie One Two in position,
Herengracht/Leidsegracht.

Charlie One Two in position
Herengracht/Leidsegracht. Roger out.

Charlie One will go into the water now.

Watch carefully.
This is truly next level.

Van Huistee. Nice to meet you.

You were in charge of the case?

Finding unwanted elements under water
is routine for us.

Feel free to watch.

Neptune, this is Hotel.
Over from Amsterdam.

Hotel, this is Neptune.
Request ETA Leliegracht.

This is Hotel, inbound two minutes.

Drone team ready for launch?

Drone One, this is Neptune,
start operation.

Has anyone made fresh coffee?

Video is up. Sonar active.

Focus on north side Herengracht.

Move to three one Uniform;
Foxtrot Uniform.

Two five nine three one;
zero three one eight two.

The sonar has a range of 60 metres.

We have adjusted it so that it only
responds to larger living objects.

Otherwise, the alarm would
go off every time a fish swam by.

We also have infrared detection,
which was very useful in the Antilles.

It's not certain that the diver
will be in the canals tonight.

From what I hear,
wild horses can't drag him away.

But you're right.
Maybe we'll have a quiet night this time.

Who knows,
maybe he's moved on to Venice.

- I'm stepping out for a smoke.
- Okay.

- Hold up, this road is closed.
- Goddammit, jackass. I live there.

You have to go that way.
Go. Drive.

- What an asshole.
- Not our problem.

- Well?
- A lot of trash.

Caribbean waters are different.
Crystal-clear.

Beautiful women there.
We patrolled along the beaches a lot.

- Coffee, anyone?
- Yes, great.

- Four sugars please.
- You don't say.

Are you sure?

It's coming.

I don't hear anything.

When I say "now" you let it sink.

Now.

It became this huge deal.

Turns out she was the niece
of some bigwig on the island.

But their morals are so different
to ours.

Major, we have contact.

There's our scoundrel.

Charlie One One, this is Neptune.
Drone made contact.

Move to Keizersgracht/Reguliersgracht.

It's not some fish?

What did I just tell you?
Where is my thermal image?

He's stuck and he knows it.

Charlie One One, this is Neptune.
Move to Keizersgracht/Leidsegracht.

Charlie One Two, Herengracht/Leidsegracht.

Major.

What the fuck?

Goddammit.

Charlie One One, in position.
Diver at your location.

Lock exits north, south and west.

This is Neptune. Request sitrep.

Charlie One One,
target visible on thermal.

Grenade, now.

Charlie One Two, request sitrep.

Here, we're over here.

Charlie One One is neutralised,
team in the water.

We're following the target.

Target moving north
to Nieuwe Haarlemmersluis.

That lock is closed. They've got him.

Be advised, the lock is closed.

It's right in front of us.
Grenade, now.

He's right underneath.

I'm going in.

Hotel, this is Neptune. Request sitrep.

This is Hotel. One operator killed.

This way. Here.

My God.

Charlie One Two is completely disabled.

I'm going outside.

Confirmation report.
Assistance on the way.

Hotel, this is Neptune.
Put the confirmation on screen.

I can't believe it.

What a bloodbath.

Well?

My men are searching the lock. There's
every chance the target was neutralised.

Track the sonar and keep the lines free.

Make sure the divers are on stand-by.
Nobody enters the water.

So much for your night off.

Five deaths confirmed,
one seriously injured.

- Did you learn a lot?
- It was a pretty dense course.

How can he survive this?

He's disappeared off the radar.

Target not found.

The area is clean. There's a sewer pipe
in the west wall, but...

A sewer pipe? Did he go in?

- Possibly.
- So hurry up, what are you waiting for?

A few more men would be nice.

Got transport?

Sure.

- Shall I drive?
- Tell me where to go.

Coffees are on you.

- How can we be sure he'll go there?
- I know the sewer system well.

You think I sat picking my nose
for 30 years? It's the only exit.

- Do we ask for back-up?
- I'd rather not.

I may be wrong.

- Wait.
- What?

This passage.

It wasn't here before.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

That smell.

Are you okay?

Never better.

- Eric.
- What?

Okay.

Shit.

Do you know her?

She had a Czech mother
and grew up living there.

She became a commander
in the Czech army, diving unit.

She got mental problems,
dishonourable discharge, criminal record.

Idolised her father.

So she vented her anger on Amsterdam.

- Sounds like a deranged person.
- Sure does.

Eric, I congratulate you.
On behalf of the mayor as well.

And you too, Tara.

I'd do a DNA test, just to be sure.

Yes we will, Eric.

We sure will.

Do you still have doubts?

I don't know.

30 years ago I was sure we had
the right guy, but I was wrong.

Now I'm not sure, so...

So we got the right one.

Eric Visser was not only
a police officer.

He is an example of what it means
to be of service to others.

To strive for a better world, even
if the path is difficult and dangerous.

On behalf of the entire force,
I congratulate you most heartily

on this well-deserved medal of honour.

Granddad, Granddad.

- Great job.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Thank you. So glad you could make it.

- Congrats.
- Thanks.

- I hope to get one too later.
- A matter of perseverance.

Solving crimes also helps.

- Are you back at work?
- Easy jobs for now.

Domestics and stuff.

Thank you. Sounds like fun.

Found anything in the sewers?

- The council decided to fill it up.
- Fill it up?

With foam concrete.

It was too dangerous, they said.

I requested a postponement,
but no such luck.

Too dangerous?

- That was fast work.
- They want to forget the whole thing.

That carnage, all those dead marines.
Very disgraceful.

I can understand that.

Anyhow...
Thanks for being there.

The pleasure was all mine.

- We'll be back around five.
- Okay. I'll make dinner.

- Great.
- Something healthy.

- Bye bye.
- See you in a bit. Have fun.

- Bye.
- Bye bye.

Hey, Tara.

My goodness. So you'll risk it?

I've been around the block.

And I have my darling sister here.

You'll be fine.

Good luck. Bye.

Best of luck.

Oh, sorry.

Hey.

You're gonna be great.

Ladies and gentlemen, are we ready?
Let me hear you.

Here comes the countdown. Hold hands.

Counting down from ten to zero.
Ten. Nine. Eight.