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In fifth mute, turning into herald rats.

To exit rows, closing in.

Ah!

Three months surveillance, waiting.

Back up, just go around.

Not doing it.

Oh,

how long have you been doing this?

Oh, not long.

And what is it you're looking for exactly?

Shall we get a starter or should we just dive into the main course? Yeah, that's

fine.

Your profile was very enigmatic.

You left occupation blank.

So, what is it that you do?

I'm a quantum physicist.

Oh, my God, no way! I love quantum physics!

Yeah? My friend said not to put it on my profile because she thought it would be

a turn-off, but I think it's absolutely fascinating because it's about the true

nature of reality, of who we are.

Are we just random structures of molecules and atoms smashing together

creating elementary particles so small we can see them?

Which is why I'm completely obsessed with string theory, you.

I'm gonna skip the starter.

You sure about this?

The bosses.

That's all that matters.

Move it, car!

What do we do?

They saw you park the car.

Kalari?

Hey, what's going on?

Get the guitar.

Hey.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Not another one.

Stop, or I call the police.

Just leave him.

What is this?

We've just cordoned off the area. We're waiting on your word. Yeah.

Early morning dog walkers spotted him.

Milan Backer, 20.

Students.

Where is everyone?

Still partying.

Thirsty business finally catching that gang leader.

How's your date?

Oh, brief.

She was obsessed with plank length.

This is not your usual student hangout, is it?

What do you think, beaten up here?

Well, there's no sign of blood.

Could have been washed away by the water, I guess.

Yeah, maybe.

Or he was dumped.

Here comes the cavalry.

Oh, he's going to hit that.

Told you.

I thought pathologists weren't meant to vomit.

Not usually.

No.

It's him.

So Milan was at home with you until about 10.

Then he went out. That's right.

You don't know where to or who he was meeting?

Like I said, no.

Was he in a relationship?

What's that got to do with anything?

Someone killed my boy.

To you that means he must have done something wrong in some way.

In your suspicious little police commissar's mind, logic dictates as

much, but you don't know him. If I start to know your son, it'll help me figure

out who killed him. My son was an innocent, an idealist.

Just because your people stink of the gutter doesn't mean the rest of the

world does.

Do morgues always smell of alcohol?

Or has the man attending to my son been on the piss all night?

What do you mean, an idealist?

Just find out who killed my son.

Get the team together for a briefing. I think it's fair to say Milan Bakker's

father is not a fan of the police.

He's a university lecturer.

As is the victim's mother. Mum is in economics, although she's currently on a

sabbatical in Zagreb.

Dab specialises in political theory.

Academic intelligentsia, basically.

As for Milan Bakker, he's a second year politics student.

Social media accounts are typically active. There's nothing untowards.

It's gay if that's relevant.

Two questions.

One, what are you doing at my desk?

Sorry. Sorry. And two, who are you?

Lieutenant Job Cluvers.

I requested a transfer onto your team.

Really?

I want to learn.

From him?

Go on, put yourself by the window.

Next, briefing in 30.

Rival party candidate Edna Clerk and Paul Oterhout are pushing election

promises ahead of a final run-in. Latest polls suggest that Clerk is narrowly

ahead, and at a campaign rally earlier today, he let...

I've got food.

Please don't give my dog treats.

You've met your new assistant, I take it?

He's very good.

I don't care what he is. I don't want him.

For some reason he thinks highly of you.

He hates all sorts.

I've got Lucy and Brad, the rest of the team. I don't need an assistant.

Yeah, you do. No man's an island, not even you.

Think of it as a prize for your arrest yesterday.

That feels more like a punishment.

The problem is, the gang leader you arrested is an anti-Muslim extremist

with links to de Klerk.

And now de Klerk wants me to meet him and his slick new campaign manager, Tim

Brower, to smooth things over.

Smooth what over?

Well, I look like we're talking from de Klerk's followers.

Does he?

Well, most of the right-wing press who support de Klerk and who like beating me

with a stick.

Well, maybe this new guy who's to house will be different.

If he gets in.

The club's followers are nothing if not passionate.

This morning's death's suspicious.

They usually are.

Yeah, then try and solve it without bringing the whole of Amsterdam to a

standstill. This is not up for discussion.

Give Klopi the chance.

Late night, was it?

Night, morning, the usual. He's on the warpath. Don't worry, I've got them on

the strongest coffee.

They'll be fully loaded before you know it.

Want to get rid of Frank? He can stay. OK, rise and shine.

Party's over. What have we got?

Brad, what's up to your results?

Not yet, but I've spoken to Milan Bakker's course director and he says

that he was smart and conscientious and also found out that he worked part-time

at Lofa's coffee shop.

The director told you that?

OK, that might have been one of the students.

We're closed.

Hey!

You're late.

You were told about the briefing, I take it? Yeah, I was, but I went to the

briefing room because that's why I thought the briefing was taking place.

Wow, that's a bit literal.

Nothing is as it seems, Clovers.

I also got a phone call.

There's another dead body.

Daniel Koolen.

It's a cargo broker for BB Shipping.

I need those autopsy results as fast as possible.

Yeah? Only the blood transfusion. You don't need me banging on about it. You

want autopsy results.

Stop having people die the whole time.

He's got a point.

Who in a day?

Actually, two deaths in the same day is not that unlikely.

It's like the chances of two people having a birthday on the same day. You'd

think it'd be one in 365, right?

Not. You get 23 people in a room, and there's a 50-50 chance that two of them

have the same birthday.

75 people in a room, and there's a 99.9% chance.

It's to do with the compounding power of exponents.

I like stats.

Great.

That's all we need.

I'm just saying.

Two people beaten up on the same night in a busy city.

There's a broken bottle here.

We got into a fight.

Milan back was found on the other side of the city Inspector Hustle seems to

believe he was gay for reasons that I don't quite understand His profile had

him down as a member of vitriol The underground gay club Okay, so he's gay

And maybe he got into a row with his lover What gay lovers are more likely to

have arguments?

I don't think he's saying that Are you saying that? No, I'm not

There is just nothing statistically or evidentially to suggest that these two

bodies are in any way connected. Clover, have you ever cut that obsessed head of

yours?

People with bottles smashed over their head are covered in blood.

Where are they?

There's not much blood.

Because when he was hit with the bottle, his blood had already stopped flowing.

Correct. So he was killed somewhere else.

dumped here, and then hit with the bottle to make it look like he died in a

random street fight. I don't think Milan Bacca was killed while we found him

either. Two deaths on the same night. That might not be a statistical car

crash, but two bodies dumped and staged to look random?

That might be.

Got it.

It's not rocket science.

Someone's dead. We find out who killed them through a process of steady...

The gentle ceaseless prodding.

Is this your teaching?

Let's get a handle on his movements.

Cameras, ATM, phone.

What have we got on next to Kim?

Wallet's got an address out in Dirkendam.

You can do this one.

Come on.

You know I'm not good at the bad news speech.

Yeah, but you're the chief investigating officer.

Yeah, which means I get to delegate.

And you're very good at all that sensitive stuff.

Good.

Mr. Backer, pay him a visit. We need to prod.

Where are you going?

Coffee shop.

Helps me think.

Is Milan in yet?

Not yet, no.

Why?

Who's asking?

Friend of his.

I met him at Vitriol.

Said we'd meet here today.

You don't look like his type. Why, I shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

What's his type, anyway?

Indian.

You're not gay, either.

Checked me out when you came in.

I'm broad-minded.

Man of the world.

Oh, really?

You're police.

Don't look like police.

Well, maybe I

am. Is Milan in trouble?

Yeah.

He's dead.

I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Coulin.

Your husband Daniel's body was discovered in an alleyway, and we are

trying to build up a picture of his movements.

When did you last see your husband?

Yesterday morning when he went to work.

Wednesdays at 10 at night.

What time does he usually get home?

11, 11.30.

So when he didn't come home... I rang, but didn't get an answer.

Didn't you think to report it?

I assumed there would be a reason.

There's always something.

Did your husband ever mention anyone by the name of Milan Bakker?

No.

But we didn't talk much.

I don't think you should be alone.

Is there anyone you want me to call? Family? A friend?

Was Milan seen, anyway?

Yeah, uh... Kalari.

Kalari Remeker.

He lives round the corner from me.

I'll need an address.

I was meant to see them both last night.

I had a party.

Kalari rang and said he was on his way.

Do you by any chance know this guy?

Daniel Cullen?

No.

You wasted or what?

It's getting busy.

Let Scarra melt down.

I thought he used to be.

That's what I thought.

Well, there's no... No, they're not releasing his body.

I'm just calling everyone.

Congratulations on

your arrest, Chief Commissar. It drew a lot of attention.

Well, it was the climax to a big operation.

An expensive operation.

I prefer effective, Mr. Brower.

What the gang leader did was unforgivable.

But his anti-Muslim sentiments have been wrongly linked with our party.

We would never condone such extremism.

Especially in the run-up to an election.

Mr. de Klerk?

Well, obviously we don't want relations between the police and our party to be

affected. We want to draw a line, Julia.

Well, so do I.

Good.

Coffee shop waitress gave me the address of Milan Bakker's boyfriend, Kalari

Ramaker. Said he was on his way, but didn't make it to the party last night.

Coffee shop waitress got a name?

Any update on Daniel Koolen?

Yeah. His wife said it was his tennis night, only it wasn't. His club

membership left a year ago.

She said she rang him, but she didn't. He didn't receive any calls.

I think she knew he was somewhere else, but didn't want to know where.

Kulin, however, did make one last call.

At 10.17, the police.

Samuel. He was quite sure before he spoke to anyone.

Coffee shop waitress attractive, was she?

Clover, what do you learn at the back of... That Milan was into politics?

No. What with him being a politics student and all... No, no, no, I mean

really into politics.

He was an active campaigner for Osterhaus, the clerk's rival.

Yeah? What else you got? And his parents are political academics.

But all the books on their shelves are right-wing.

Economics and ideologies.

They're both members of the clerk's new right think tank.

Whereas Ulster House is a trendy, lefty, pinko liberal.

So the back of son's an idealist and a rebel. You'd have got a name if you

didn't find her attractive.

Do you think?

What is wrong with you? Get your ass into gear. We've got work to do.

If you insist.

There was a crossover of blood.

Victim one's blood was found on victim two's clothes and vice versa, so they

were killed in close proximity to one another.

Clothes of both showed the same remnants of grief and oil consistent with a

vehicle, the back of a lorry or a van, maybe. What about the killer?

A pro.

We forget about all these superficial cuts and bruises.

Check this out.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be looking at. That's my point.

Mild inflammation, slight swelling on the surface.

Internally, our kidneys shot to pieces.

Extensive blunt trauma and hemorrhaging.

Maximum damage, minimum visibility.

What about colon?

Similar. The actual cause of death was a broken neck.

Clean snap to the vertebrae.

Equally professional.

I'd say military.

Times of death?

Both between ten and one. There's a couple of other things.

Victim one had traces of blood and some material caught underneath his

fingernails as if he'd been ripping at someone wearing rubber.

Wow. Doesn't really narrow it down in Amsterdam.

Oh, you have little faith.

The victim was a guitarist, right?

Fingernails on one hand longer than on the other.

One of his longer fingernails had this underneath.

It's a fang.

So we're looking for a rubber werewolf. And there's more.

Traces of blood found underneath the fingernail don't match the traces of

blood on the fingers of the other hand, and neither do they match his own blood

or that of the other victim's. For the art of thinking blood.

Someone else was in that vehicle with them.

A second killer.

Or a third victim.

Landlord said Rameca moved in three years ago.

Pays rent on time and he's no trouble.

Coffee shot waitress?

Get her a dress too?

Will you just pack it in?

I'm dating again. What more do you want?

I want you to put your heart into it.

Which you're not, so far.

Well, who says I've got a heart?

Do you?

Kalari Rameca!

Police. Nearly an activist.

And he tramples of his DNA.

Do you at a party been ever turned up?

Could have had a row.

Milan maybe is having an affair with the other victim.

Kalari finds out and kills both of them.

Doesn't exactly look like a professional killer, though, does he?

Hmm.

Murderer or missing. Either way, we still need to find him.

Are you in politics these days?

I think all politicians should be shot.

It's very balanced.

Thank you.

So Milan's father supports a clerk whose politics are anti-gay, anti-immigration.

Some might say racist.

And yet his son is gay, has an Indian boyfriend and campaigns for the

opposition. Should make for a lively debate.

This is about more than family.

You've got two campaigners, one missing, one dead, killed by a professional in

the middle of an election campaign.

That's got to be connected, right?

Couldn't we tell Delman it could be political?

Oh, Beth not.

She's only going to warn me off.

The clerk's got a new campaign manager. You check him out. I'll speak to

ourselves. You'll be lucky.

He's very busy.

Unlike Trojan here, who clearly looks like he's enjoying his retirement.

That is the best sniffer dog we ever had.

I reckon he misses the thrill of the chase.

Good boy.

OK, so our killer, the pro, what have we got so far?

There's not exactly a database.

Well, then start one.

Professional muscle.

Military connections.

Any thugs were linked to right-wing groups.

What have you been doing all day? If you must know, I found Kalari Ramakos' car.

Excellent. Where?

Well, not found it. Found he's got one.

Registration is SJTS 25.

That's it.

He's got a car.

Right, team. We'll have this one solved by end of play.

Where's Clovers?

What are you doing here?

I thought this was the briefing room. No, no, no.

I call the briefing.

Cliff, can we get rid of the stacks?

No. Unlike you guys, they tip. Yeah, but they don't let you off local taxes, do

they? Move them outside.

Right, let's hear it. I talked to Coolan's employers, BB Shipping. He left

work early yesterday, a weekly occurrence apparently, at two o'clock.

He had a long lunch at a restaurant, paid the bill at ten-six.

Lunch was clearly for two.

And he was with a woman.

Which we know because... One of them had four beers and a steak. The other one

had two glasses of Prosecco and a vegetarian risotto.

Oh, and here's the good bit.

The restaurant was on the same street where Kalari Ramaker lived.

So we got Kool and near Ramaker's flat until 5.52. When did he ring the police?

10.17.

Well, he could have been anywhere by then. Or they stayed there, went back to

her place and had sex.

I rang the restaurant.

They come in every week.

She's younger than him.

They're all over each other, and the owner thinks she lives nearby.

You could have told me that at the beginning.

I was trying to impress.

Don't. You make a good stalker, though. I'll give you that. Thank you.

I think.

Yeah? Get a photograph of Cullen down there. Go door to door on the street.

We need to find this woman.

Debris has found Rameca's mother.

She's head of exhibitions at the Rijksmuseum.

I'll catch you up.

He likes his art.

John.

Commissaris Vanderbilt.

I'd like to speak to Paul Osterhaus about two of his campaigners.

The Nambaka, Kalari Ramaka.

Yes, I can hold.

Okay, then.

It's Rameca.

Miss.

Great painting.

I've got a couple of them as myself.

Fresh magnet.

It's about your son, Kalari.

Have you heard from him in the last 24 hours?

No. We need to talk to him.

We tried his apartment, but nothing.

Do you know Milan Bacca?

He's my son's boyfriend.

Why?

He was found dead this morning.

Milan?

How are things between him, Kalari and Milan?

Perfect. They do every...

They did everything together.

Including campaigning for Paul Osterhaus?

Yes. They're both passionate about his principles.

Is Kalari's father about, you said? Not necessarily.

He's never been in our lives.

Any sign of Clarie Ramis' car?

Not yet. I'm doing this.

Going to check out the other side.

Hey.

Don't bend about.

Are you always unfriendly?

Nope. Just be you.

S-J-T.

S-25.

Okay. Here we go. Let's get forensics on it.

Dallas?

Hmm.

New news on Milan?

Coffee shop waitress?

Ava. Ava and Liza.

Hey, look who I found.

Name's Ava, by the way.

I?

Your

party.

Fancy dress, right?

Yep.

The mask thing was a bit random, but everyone went nuts for it.

You've got a lion on your sofa.

Yeah, that's Tobias. He looks pretty out of it.

Nice apartment for someone who works in a coffee shop.

I also work at an art gallery.

I cried off tonight. There's an opening.

Which gallery?

Sub 87 in Bosley, London.

Very cutting edge.

Oh, you know it. I'm impressed.

He's an expert.

Well, I wouldn't say expert. I'm more of an old mastermind myself.

Well, no one's perfect.

I'm definitely not that.

Anyway, sorry I didn't get a chance to clear up. I'll just do these three.

She likes you.

Don't be ridiculous.

You like her. Don't be ridiculous.

Maybe you do.

Are we keeping you?

I've got a date.

You can join me if you want. I've been granted an audience with Paul Osterhaus.

In that case?

Yeah.

I'm going to need a list of everyone you invited.

I don't do lists. I just run around.

Okay. Well, we need a list of people you ran around.

Are you asking for my phone number?

Who did you invite, generally?

Oh, yeah, friends, you know. People from the coffee shop, the gallery.

What about the political thing?

God, no. All politicians should be shot.

The masks.

Any have teeth or fangs?

Yeah, some of them.

Do you remember anyone with fangs leaving about ten?

To be honest, I don't remember much.

Big night, was it?

Yeah, I would say that.

Got Matthew.

They're the best ones.

OK, thank you.

Excuse me, madam, can I just stop you just there for five minutes? My name's

Brad, the freedom of the criminal brigade.

Just wondering if you might know... I forgot a picture of Dan.

You know this man?

Test results.

Kalari Ramaker's DNA matches blood found on Milan Vacker's hand.

Suggests he was the third person in the vehicle.

Okay, so he rang Ava to say he was on his way, but he never made it.

But his car's here with the keys in, so we know he made it this far.

Sir!

Deal with him.

Well, I'm sorry he's dead, but I don't think I have anything to do with it.

What time did he leave your apartment last night?

10 or 10.15.

That's his cut-off.

Before he had to go home to his wife.

Because that's his cut-off. I had a tour to do.

It's a type of cake.

It's a legal argument.

I'm a law student.

Older man, younger woman. The whole thing transactional, right?

Of course.

You didn't think?

It's my Wednesday.

Long lunch. He talks about himself, his work, and how his marriage sucks.

I listen. I talk about myself. He sort of listens and gives me advice based on

his greater experience, some of which is quite good, but generally he just agrees

with whatever I say.

We go back to mine and have brief sex.

We wait until he recovers and have slightly slower but still really quite

brief sex again.

I tell him he's great.

He ignores me, takes a shower, and that's about it.

So, if he's your Wednesday, how many... The course is expensive, but then it's a

tough degree, so I need to keep plenty of time for study.

Close your mouth, Brad. You're drooling.

OK, so about the time that he left you, he made a call to the police, or tried

to. Any idea about that?

News to me.

He let himself out.

We check for cameras around here. Not yet.

Get on to it.

Looking for a lorry or a van exiting the street between 10.15 and 10.30.

Hey, come on, you.

Paul, it's the police.

I'll take over down there.

You won't be a moment.

Thank you.

Come and sit down. Have something to eat, please.

Commissar, it's Vanderbilt.

Inspector Hattles.

Paul Osterhaus. Pleasure. Thank you for seeing us. I appreciate it. This must be

a busy time.

Yeah, mealtimes, the busiest.

How can I help?

I'm sorry to have to tell you, one of your campaigners, Milan Bakker, has been

beaten and killed.

Milan?

No.

Another, Kalari Remeker, has met him.

You familiar with him? Yes, of course. They're two of my best campaigners.

We're still trying to determine exactly what went wrong, but it's possible their

allegiance to you might be relevant.

Well, in what way? Well, some of the clerk's far-right members are known to

be extreme.

Well, yes, but still.

Did you know Milan and Calari were a couple?

I didn't know.

I actually didn't really know them that well, to be honest.

And yet you agreed to meet me.

You know, when I first rang your office, I got nowhere.

But as soon as I mentioned Milan and Calari, the diary just magically opened

up.

As I said, they were valued campaigners.

Come on.

You're a busy man.

I'm a busy man.

Why did you agree to see me?

Well, you're the police.

I assumed it was important.

I was trying to be amenable, that's all.

Amenable?

Or controlling?

What? What? You were rude?

He's covering something.

He didn't have to see us. He knew your name. I didn't tell him you were coming.

He was prepped.

He's not targeting his own campaigners, though, is he?

Is it convenient?

No, unless you're here to tell me who killed my son.

We're not.

We're just here for a chat.

Make it quick.

Your political beliefs are very different to your son's. Yeah. We live

in a democracy, sadly.

Denying dictatorship is the way forward.

House is relevant.

Do you have many enemies?

I hope so.

Or am I expressing my views properly?

You said your son wasn't in a relationship.

He was.

A gay relationship with his Indian lover.

How dare he suggest such a thing?

Because I know you know all about it.

If you want me to find your son's killer, I need to know everything about

his lover.

Still not done from us?

Kalari Remeker is part of the Osterhaus inner circle.

But why?

I've absolutely no idea.

How did you know he knew?

I didn't.

Coffee shop waitress?

No.

Shame. It's perfect for you. Into art. Hates politicians.

And has the boss put you in your place?

Just say it.

I'm heading home.

You?

Going to that opening at Ava Meisner's gallery.

Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Hi. This is a private event. Are you on the left?

Not sure.

I'm a friend of Ava's.

Lucy and Hathor.

Okay. Well, Ava didn't mention anything.

And your name's not on the list. I'm here now.

Sure, you know, if it was up to me, just... Rules are rules.

There was a bit of trouble last night, so they're being really strict.

What kind of trouble?

Protective. Agitated.

Well, in that case, I'm a police officer investigating a double murder. Does that

help?

Yeah, that really helps.

our very special guest at the club new campaign manager tim brauer

lovely to have you

with us tonight tim would you just say a few words thank you for having me and uh

by the way buy more art

Great to meet you.

Lucien Hassell, police.

Nice to meet you too.

What happened to your chin? Did you get in a fight with someone?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

The policewoman's sniffing around.

Don't worry.

Ramaka's going nowhere.

Police. What did you say?

who deliberately do it very badly.

I'm going to be tactless, blunt, dismissive.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Lucienne was following up a lead.

I'm assuming this wasn't a random attack. Looks like she found one.

Just so you know, one of the victims and his missing lover are volunteer or staff

campaigners. Then you'll need to go easy. No clerk will try to interfere if

he thinks the police investigation will impact on his campaign.

What about the other victim? Any political affiliations?

No. We think he's in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Someone took out a passerby. That's pretty rash, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's very rash.

Or it's a mistake.

There's nothing you could have done. You know that, don't you?

What about our killer?

What is he, military man?

Pro? Yeah, we've got three candidates so far.

All NNC members.

New Nationalist Collective.

I like teeth. I've got a new one. Call extreme right wing into direct action.

I'm signing to the clerk.

Reaching out of prison, formed for assault and discharged from the military

on account of stress.

Military?

Bartel Peters.

Right, check them all out. I want progress by morning.

Well, that's not going to be possible, is it?

In Amsterdam, anything is possible.

Where are you going?

See if any of these like fancy dress parties.

I could have sworn the party was last night.

I just want to check that line made at home.

Any of these are the party?

They look like thugs.

Oh, they are thugs.

You're saying I hang out with reprobates?

Do you?

I'm sorry.

I don't know them.

How long you known Kalari?

About six months.

We hung out at the same cafe. Got chatting.

Do you ever meet his mum?

Yeah, once or twice.

It's into your kind of thing. Boring stuff, right?

If you call them airborne.

Yeah, it doesn't do it for me, all those domesticated women.

They're all a bit passive, submissive, subordinate.

What do you prefer?

Fire.

It's been bothering me.

Why are you so lost in this painting?

I mean, why not that one or that one?

I get lost in different paintings at different times.

There's always more to see.

This isn't about what's there.

It's about what's not there.

Everything in it screams absence.

The letter, the empty chair, the map of far-off worlds.

A lover who isn't there.

Maybe it's not just the lover, maybe it's the... father of her unborn child.

Yesterday, when you were looking at this, were you thinking about your son?

Or his father?

I can't remember what I was thinking.

Do you know something about your son's disappearance? You're not telling me.

No, of course not.

You look as if you haven't slept.

I take it you've heard nothing.

No, I haven't.

You know, Osterhaus, you have hundreds of volunteers, but your boy is right

about to be in a circle.

Are you protecting someone?

I need to get back to work.

If you don't mind.

Joe, Flora Ramaker. I'm not buying his father hasn't been in their lives. Where

was his mum 20 plus years ago?

At the Institute of Fine Arts in Antwerp.

She trained there. About this footage.

Photos from the gallery opening last night. And get this, Bartell Peters,

I've ruled out the other two, but Bartell Peters, after leaving the army,

he got a job as head of security for the clerk. He works for the clerk. Used to.

Left. Stress.

Tracking down, getting a dress.

What are you eating?

Snacks that you took from my desk.

Well, given the circumstances, I didn't think you'd mind.

They're dog treats, Brad.

Excuse me.

Footage. Okay, so the north end of the road, it drew a blank. The south end of

the road, there were six vans between 10.15 and 10.45, one of which was driven

by a dog.

Registration? It's blurred, but I've sent it to the tech team to get it

unscrambled.

You've done what?

No, no, no. No, you can't do that.

I won't allow it.

This is a terrible idea.

It's not.

Go on.

All right.

OK? Yep.

Fall in? Yep.

What am I supposed to do with this?

I told you, I hate hospitals.

I don't want to go home.

Why not?

Look, we've got work to do.

Hendrick has examined my wound. Maybe that'll give us something.

And the clerk's campaign manager, Brower, has got this cut on his chin.

When I questioned him about it, he refused to talk.

OK. Take it easy.

We've got the photos.

We'll have a look.

Get me something to do.

No. Whoever stabbed me, he's got Rameca. And whoever he was on the phone to, he

was calling Boss.

Is your mum in? Yeah, she is.

Hi.

Tell them no screens, no devices and no fighting.

Quite a handful.

Don't you have help?

Used to.

My niece Jen was with us for a while.

She was great with the kids and then she went travelling like she had a life.

You have other children, right?

Five in total.

I'm sorry Paul's not here at the moment.

He told me about the campaigners.

Any news?

Not yet.

You and your husband, you met in Antwerp, is that right?

Lived there till we had our second.

He was with a law firm, I worked for a publisher.

Voucher Le Grand.

That's right.

We did gallery catalogues, mainly.

Any for the Fine Art Institute?

They're our main clients. Why?

Did you meet any of the students there?

There were launches, I guess, but not really.

Teresa Ramaker.

Does that name mean anything to you?

No. Who is she?

She's the mother of one of your husband's campaigners. I just... I just

wondered if you knew her.

Come over.

Please, come over.

I can't keep pretending nothing's happening. I won't.

Look, just... Just, you have to trust me, OK? Paul?

Paul?

Tech got a registration of the van. We're going to see if we can ID who

leased it.

Mad bunch, aren't they?

They're all white bunches, what they are.

A gallery like Sub 87 would normally be multicultural.

Lucien said the clerk's campaign manager had a cut on his chin. And we know that

Milan backer clawed a chunk out of someone. So, come on, which one is he?

It's this one.

Tim Brower.

Go then.

Nice one.

Get Frank here some breakfast.

Okay.

What do you want?

Scrambled eggs.

And two beers, please.

Find out where Brower is today. I want a word with him and his boss. Image coming

through of the person who leased the van.

Name's Dave Smith.

Go around the back in case he does a runner.

Hey!

You can handle yourself, can't you?

Yeah.

Actually, it's not you I'm here to see.

If you keep still, it won't pinch.

I used the dumpsters.

Yeah.

I got what you did.

Tell me about the van.

Belongs to the gallery.

Where is it now?

Don't know. Someone must have taken it out, I guess.

You were carrying these.

When we arrested you?

The gallery has more than one set.

Do you like fancy dress parties?

Why? You haven't won?

Ava Meisner's.

What do you guys?

Mickey Mouse.

You sure you want a dog?

Positive.

When do you leave?

Midnight. Can anyone confirm that?

Do you know him?

Bartell Peters.

He's a slightly prettier one.

Tim Brower.

I don't know either of them. No?

Well, he was at the gallery last night.

Oh, yeah, him.

Oh, yeah, him.

Clary Ramaker. Where is he? Why'd you take him?

We'll check your DNA against DNA found on the victims and then we'll see if

that loosens your tongue.

Amsterdam people born and bred are being forced

to leave their city because there is nowhere to live.

We don't want work.

Commissaris van der Vaal.

Can I have a word?

We're busy.

This is a campaign event.

I'm here about a double murder and the stabbing of a police officer.

I'm sure you know we take attacks on our officers very seriously.

How can I help?

That looks nasty.

What happened?

Is it relevant?

I don't know.

Is it?

My girlfriend lied I rented up 87.

Two nights ago I was there. There was some trouble outside.

Anarchists protesting.

It was a bit of a fight and I got caught in a crossfire.

Why would anarchists attack an art gallery?

Why do anarchists do anything?

They don't need a reason.

Commissar is Vanderbilt.

Ah, the one who's been in the news.

One and the same.

Yeah.

Bartel Peters.

Do you remember him?

Peters? Remind me.

He was your head of security.

He hospitalized one of your political opponents.

Sorry to hear that.

Yeah, he broke his jaw, smashed his eye socket, ruptured his spleen.

Have you seen him recently?

No.

And I remember that incident now.

We got rid of him as fast as we could.

The thing is, we think he's still out there, actively supporting your cause.

Well, we definitely don't want that.

Tim, can we look into this?

Maybe we can help.

Keep in touch.

It's good to meet you.

Okay.

It's the way I see it.

You might not be the killer.

But you were definitely the driver on the night, which makes you an accessory

to a double murder.

Something went wrong, didn't it?

Daniel Coulin, he was a mistake, right?

So you went and dumped him.

Maybe Milan Bacca was a mistake, too. Otherwise, why dump him as well?

Either way, you panicked.

He's got stress issues.

You see, that's what happens when someone is unhinged.

They kill people they're not meant to.

And other people, accessories, like your good self, they go down for crimes that

they didn't really commit.

My swab didn't help, did it?

Incident took place here, body dumped here, and here.

What order?

You got Coulomb first.

It's the closest to the original incident.

Then you take Milambaka's body out there. Why?

Why that direction?

You could have gone in any direction.

Could be random.

I don't think so.

What else do we know?

There's a third person in the vehicle, Kalari Ramaker.

It hasn't been dumped, so we have to assume he's still alive, which means

he's important enough to keep alive.

They're taking him somewhere.

So you go in the direction that you're ultimately heading, dumping Milan Baca

on the way.

Good.

Good. Here to here.

This industrial wasteland?

Plenty of abandoned buildings, no one around. It's a good place to hide

someone.

Get someone up there.

Relief, Smith, following.

I'm trying to piece together your son's disappearance with an election looming.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

You met Paul Osterhaus when he was in Antwerp.

He was already married.

If you do the math, Clary was, what, 22, so 23 years ago? What are you doing?

I'm trying to understand why someone would abduct your son.

Doesn't make any sense.

Unless he was someone important.

Like the leader of the opposition secret love child.

Have you had any ransom demands?

No. Stop wasting my time.

That's why you were looking at that painting.

Lost in thought about the absent father of your missing child.

Are you still his lover?

Long-term mistress? What?

Is that why Kalari's so into his politics? Because his dad's the new hope

for the left?

Kalari doesn't know.

No one does.

Well, someone knows. That's the point. Who?

I don't know.

You know I could arrest you for trying to pervert the course of justice.

I don't care.

My son is missing.

That's all I care about. Yeah, I get that.

But two other people are dead, and I'm going to find out who killed them. So

what are the demands?

I can't tell you.

Yes, you can.

Or I'll go to Oosterhuis and I'll raise it with him and his blissfully ignorant

wife.

Demands. What are they now?

They want Paul to pull out of the election or blow his life apart and end

his career.

And he's not doing that because?

He doesn't want to give in to blackmail. This election is his life. He believes

in everything he stands for.

Does he?

Or does he just not want his wife to find out about you and your son?

You know, when you stand for family values, it helps if you have some.

He's... Scambling with the life of your son. I have no choice.

If I don't comply, they will kill him.

I'm trying to keep my son alive.

So am I. And you do have a choice.

You're looking at him.

So I left a note, yes?

What else?

I have one of my son's fingers in my freezer.

Yeah, he's headed to a urinal.

Bartel Peters.

He's meeting Peters.

What did you tell the police?

They're following you.

Ellie, on the left. Go through. I'll meet you at the canal.

He's doing a run-up.

Where are the other nine?

Well, hopefully.

Still attached to Kalari Ramaker.

You want me to prove this mug cut it off? Yes, please.

And any other magic you can weave.

I suspect you had a friend who did the actual cutting and who probably killed

him as well.

Nice friend.

Lovely friend.

Commissaris, I assume I can rely on your discretion.

I wouldn't assume anything if I was you.

Mr. Amaker tells me you're handling your son's kidnapping. Do you care to explain

how? Yes, I've contacted the AIVD.

Why the federal service?

That's a politically motivated kidnapping.

We don't know that for sure.

Still, it's in their hands now.

And like me, they don't encourage giving in to kidnappers. As a result, it's no

longer a police matter.

Your investigation's over.

You have no jurisdiction over me. No, I don't.

But Chief Commissar is dull and does, and we've already spoken.

Well, she didn't say anything to me.

And you're all right with this?

I just want my boy back.

Yeah, I managed to download Osterhaus' computer and deliver it to Lucy M. She's

going to check the files, photos, emails and come back to me. Okay, this

industrial wasteland, what have we learned?

It doesn't have great camera coverage, although we've got three van sightings,

including one on the night of the murders, entering and exiting this area

here.

Within that, though, we need an A-stack.

What have you got for me?

Forensics. DNA on finger confirmed Dave Schmidt touched it.

Anything else? Maybe.

Metal traces on finger wounds, titanium alloy, consistent with wire cutters,

metal cutters, the type used in house and garden.

What about art galleries for hanging paintings?

I don't see why not. There aren't any art galleries out there. No, but there

are storage facilities.

There's warehouses where galleries keep their stock. One other thing.

The knife that killed Schmidt, the serration, same as the one used on

Lucien. A 30% knife.

So if Bartow beat the stab Lucien, He must have been at the opening.

It's all the photos we've got.

Apart from one's of Lucien.

Who is the end?

That's the end.

It means right-wing art.

We prefer a visionary.

No wonder you had anarchists protest him.

Your photographer, last night.

Bartel Peters, right?

We need an address.

I haven't got one.

He just turned up a few months ago.

Say the right things, Diddy. Share the right sentiments.

The chief commissar, she says she wants to see you immediately.

He's asked me to arrest you if you don't comply.

Yeah? Good luck with that.

The photos from last night, how'd you get them?

I transferred them digitally.

He took them.

Did you see him leave?

You see, he went out back.

He stabbed a colleague of mine and he did a runner.

Did he leave anything?

What are you going to do?

Access his photos and see if there's any clue to his whereabouts.

No.

I can assure you, our department is collaborating with ARVV on this matter.

Trojan. Yes, I know.

Of course I can control my officers.

Pete!

Dolman is going to have your balls.

There is that possibility.

You want to call for backup again?

Why not? Let's have some fun.

All right, Trojan. Take that. Come here.

What's this? You smell this?

Enjoy.

Don't even think about it, Peter.

Why not?

Don't you think enough people have died?

Beckel. Your mate, David Smith.

Milan Baca.

That guy in the street, you want to know his name?

Daniel Koolen. All for a good cause.

Is it?

What is it? Political?

Revenge?

Whatever it is, your plan hasn't worked.

Not that it is your plan.

Who's your boss?

Put the gun down!

Don't do it.

What's he standing down for?

Tracer Ramek has been in touch. Grateful to get her son and her life back.

And I've got my dog back.

You do that again and I'll have you transferred out of here before you can

say treat time. Is that understood?

Yeah, it's understood.

It's a shame you didn't get Peter's boss.

No.

Not yet.

I'm gonna get us a drink.

How's Kalari?

He lost a lot of blood.

A finger.

And Milan.

Impassioned. Got a lot of anger there.

Well, I didn't hear you complaining.

No. No.

This is the party that's together.

Mm-hmm.

Why didn't you put this?

I don't know what's going on.

It just bothers me how Dave Smith and Bartell Peters were waiting outside when

Kalari arrived.

You know the only person that Kalari called?

The singer.

No.

You were the nanny and the niece to Paul Austaus' wife, Jen, short for Genevieve.

So not only did Austaus have an affair and a son with Teresa Ramaker,

he's also sleeping with you.

He dumps you, presumably, because you foolishly thought he was going to leave

his wife?

So you set out to plot your revenge.

You befriend Kalari, find someone as damaged as Peters, and then you

manipulate his hatred of Osterhaus.

And Dave Smith, what was he? Just seduced?

Boss.

Osterhaus was withdrawn from the election.

He's confessed all to his wife.

You won.

You must feel grey.

Not really.

That's not the same as having him, is it?

Forgive me if I don't feel sorry for you.

You need to understand he seduced me.

He promised me the world.

It's me that should be with him.

You had Kalari tortured.

Peterson Smith was still at the gallery when his finger was delivered to his

mother's door.

You took it there, didn't you?

Why would you do that to her?

Because she put up with being second best.

One of those passive women you so disapprove of.

You know, when I begged him to be with me, he said he couldn't because of her.

Because of how much she sacrificed for him.

Yeah, I hated her more.

Followed her and watched them.

It didn't take a genius to get to Kalari.

And everyone that died, innocent people, passers-by, killed for no reason.

I didn't mean for them to get hurt, but...

Did you sleep with Ava Meisner?

What sort of question is that?

A relevant one.

Need to know if you slept with the suspect.

Would I do a thing like that?

You were pushing me.

Your choice of woman's been disastrous for years.

How about yours?

I'm fine.

As long as one of us is.