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♪ Oh, baby

♪ Ooh, oh

♪ Listen to me, girl

♪ I've been working
before sunrise... ♪

- Please, not work. Not now.
- No, it's not work.

I could just do with some company
right now.

OK. But, listen, I'm playing pool.

I was playing pool.

Thanks. Bye.

- Hi.
- Evening.

To what do I owe the honor?

There's got to be more to life
than this, right?

Well, there's nothing wrong
with a game of pool.

Thin line
between being stupidly in love

and... just being stupid, right?

- You're asking me?
- I am.

OK. I'm all yours.

But we're going to need
a few more of these first.

What? It's a protein.

Yeah?

Yeah, your average serving gives you
about two grams of protein...

and about seven grams of fat.

Seriously,
he's never gonna hear that.

Wakey, wakey! Police! Open up!

- We've got a stiff.
- A woman's body has been found.

- Right. You didn't think of calling?
- We did. Loads.

- Late one, was it?
- Hotel Americain.

It looks sus... picious.

A possible murder.

Alright. We'll be there in 10.

Shut the door.

Eurgh.

Lovebirds, 60 degrees.

Aamina Jabara, 23.

Cleaners found her like this

when they came and checked the room
this morning.

She's got bruising on her neck,
possible asphyxiation.

Vomit in the bin, as you do.

- What is wrong with people?
- Cut on her side.

No phone on her.

No cameras in the hotel
or the immediate vicinity.

However, the receptionist did say
she saw her come in just before 8pm.

- Room booked in her name?
- No, it's under a Francis Rakoczi.

Paid in cash for it weeks ago.

- Next of kin been informed?
- Not yet.

Right.

Better get yourself round there,
then.

Me?

Yeah. I don't think
he's ready for that.

Why not? Be good experience for him.

No. Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine.

- On your head be it.
- As always.

It's from the Gilbert Library
and Museum.

Never heard of it.

That's because it's full of books,
Brad, and mysticism.

- Weird stuff.
- Yeah, if you call wisdom weird.

I call it rare,
especially where Brad's concerned.

Ha! Yeah?

Well, where is this mysterious house
of wisdom when it's at home then?

- Hey?
- Round the corner.

See the gossip mill's gone
into overdrive.

- You OK with that?
- Fine. You?

Course. Dumped, raging hangover...

- It's a perfect start to the day.
- Hm, glad I asked.

Will you follow me, please?

All got a bit hazy
after we left the pool bar.

Yeah, alcohol will do that.

- Did we talk?
- You did.

Till dawn.

Anything I said
I need to know about?

Told me a lot of secrets
that will go with me to the grave.

How Christ's suffering
on the Cross was the price

humanity has to pay for redemption.

Zinzendorf is much maligned,

wrongly thought of
as a control freak

and arch manipulator,

rigid in his beliefs and militant
in his expression of them.

Actually, it's my conviction

that his beliefs
still have much to offer.

His concerns then
are our concerns now.

Some police officers
want to see you.

The piercing itself,

the very moment Christ's skin
was cleft apart...

a turning point in history.

To Zinzendorf, the side wound was
the most holy of the five wounds.

The hands, the feet,
but most of all...

Commissaris Van der Valk.
Inspecteur Hassell.

Klaas Gilbert. How can we help you?

We're investigating the death
of a young woman - Aamina Jabara.

Yes, I saw her around,
but I never spoke to her.

Yeah, I know her.

She was a sweet girl.

Came in two, three times a week,
usually sat in the same spot.

And kept herself to herself.

- Did you see her yesterday?
- Yeah.

- Anyone speak to her?
- Not that I noticed.

But I'm in and out.
No reason why I would.

- Do you know what time she left?
- Just before 8.

She seem OK?

Clearly distracted.

She left
her rare manuscript unattended.

She'd never normally do that.

OK, well, we will need a full list
of members and the names of anyone

that's visited the library
in recent weeks.

Either of you know the name
Francis Rakoczi?

Of course,

Rakoczi was an 18th-century
Transylvanian composer,

philosopher, adventurer,

more commonly known
as the Comte de Saint Germain.

Ah. The alchemist?

Yes, one and the same.

But isn't he meant to be immortal?

There are esoteric groups
that believe

that Saint Germain
is an ascended master

who has lived for over 500 years.

Right.

And the groups that think this,

they wouldn't happen to have
an address for him, would they?

- Alchemy?
- Lead into gold and all that?

Yeah. The lead of matter
into the gold of spirit.

Didn't know you knew
about that stuff.

Didn't have you down as spiritual.

Well, those who know do not speak,
those who speak do not know.

- It's exercise for the soul.
- Oh, you've got one of those, then?

Well, on the off-chance we're not
dealing with a legendary immortal,

why would someone book a room
in the name of a dead bloke?

I don't know.

What do we know about Klaas Gilbert?

Uh, industrialist
and philanthropist.

Made a fortune out of metal casings.

Widely considered one of the most

spiritually advanced people
in Holland.

Is he now? Right.

You check out the second coming.

I'm going to get a coffee.

Dad, will you wake up, please?

You did this!

This is your fault, Dad! You!

Have some respect.

Don't talk about respect, yeah?
Why should I have respect for you?

M...

She's my sister, man.

Stop this now.

- Why?
- Enough.

Don't talk to me like that.

Aamina hated that photograph.
Did you know that?

You don't get it, do you?

You've no idea what you've done.

You drove her away
like you drive everybody away,

and now she's dead.

I'm sorry, officer.

When was the last time
you saw your daughter, Mr Jabara?

She's busy. She... She works shifts.
She's a nurse at the local...

Was.

What was she doing
in a hotel bedroom?

She could have been taken there
against her will, yes?

Yes, it's a possibility,

but, at the moment, there are
no immediate or obvious signs that

that was the case.

She was a good girl.

Devout.

She looked after us
after her mother died.

Always respectful.

You said she was devout?

Did she have any other interests?
Other religions, for example?

Of course not. We're strict Muslims.

Take your time.
There's no rush.

These are the last of the books

Aamina had been looking at recently.

It's quite a collection.
And all paid for by industry?

- Isn't that a bit of a contradiction?
- No, not at all.

It's quite a tradition in Amsterdam.

The Mercator Sapiens -
The Wise Merchant.

And all the images
Aamina was looking at

are similar, right,
religious erotica, essentially?

I'm not imagining this, am I?

That's a nun picking penises
off a tree?

It's from the Roman de la Rose.

It's one of the most famous examples
of medieval courtly literature.

Rose is both a character's name
and a symbol for female sexuality.

- And this is all Aamina was into?
- Pretty much.

Anyone else look at this recently?

- Sorry to interrupt. Aamina Jabara?
- Dead.

No!

Time of death
between 6 and 10 last night.

After 8. We've got sightings before.

Cause of death,
almost certain asphyxiation...

from sexual activity,
vaginal penetration,

though it's not clear what with.

Consensual?

It's impossible
to be completely sure,

but there's no obvious signs
of force.

- What about that cut?
- Superficial.

It was done with care and precision
so she wasn't slashed.

It's not necessarily a violent act.

- A fetish, maybe?
- Possibly.

Or maybe vampiric.

- I swabbed round the wound.
- Possible traces of saliva.

- Someone licked her wound?
- Takes all sorts.

What, enough saliva
to get a DNA sample?

- Mixed with the blood it's difficult.
- Right. Well, try.

- You got any other delights?
- Yeah.

She had ayahuasca in her system,

which explains the purging,
aka vomit.

Aamina Jabara had taken ayahuasca.

- Aya-what-what?
- Ayahuasca.

A drug made from vines and leaves
from the Amazon,

known for its
hallucinogenic effects,

loved by backpackers.

Alright. Thanks, Cliff.

It's a drug trip
and a ritual in one.

And the brew,
they call it soul vine,

first makes you vomit and,
after that,

you have these mystical visions

which open up a gateway
to the spiritual world.

Sounds like a regular Friday night.
Well, the vomit bit, anyway.

Right. What we need to know is
where you can get it in Amsterdam.

Or maybe we should just ask Cliff.

Hey, a friend of mine,
he visits an ayahuasca church,

says it's transformed his life.

I could talk to him.

- Where's Homeless Frank?
- I don't know.

- I haven't seen him in a while.
- Well, let me know if you do.

Are you hoping to solve this case

before or after your heart attack,
Brad?

- Man's got to eat.
- Rakoczi?

No-one in Amsterdam with that name,
not even your weird undead mystic.

- What about the family? How was that?
- Eventful.

Strict Muslim father,

stressed out brother who blames him
for driving his sister away.

She worked as a nurse
until she quit six months ago.

Dad doesn't even know.

- Quit to do what?
- Work at The Graaff Clinic.

- The one where they hand out drugs.
- That's the one.

It specialises in radical approaches
to addiction.

It's best known for giving
long-term addicts free heroin

to keep them off the streets.

- Only in Amsterdam.
- Supported by local governments.

- Weird!
- It's not that weird.

The crime rate in Centraal Station
has dropped.

So, what we talking, then?
Sex game that's gone wrong?

Or premeditated murder.

Otherwise, why pay cash in advance
for the room?

Secret affair.
He's just covering his tracks.

Yeah, or he knew exactly
what he was going to do there.

Or she.

Just in time
to see Brad have a seizure.

Great. Not before time.

So, Aamina Jabara was really
into religio-mystical texts

of an erotic nature.

Well, now that's
heart attack material.

And she wasn't alone.

All the books she looked at
have also been accessed

by one Sister Catherine.

Only the address she gave turns out

to be a disused warehouse
down by the docks.

Nun-hunting, could be
my new favourite sport.

- That is really not OK to say.
- Alright, Father Job.

Anyway, I doubt this woman
is a real nun.

Why would you dress up as a nun
and go to a library

if you're not a nun?

'Cause it's Amsterdam.

Anyway...

You tell me where in the Bible
it says,

"Verily, thou shalt not ponder
what is under thy habit."

Um, Sergeant Brad de Vries,
Criminal Brigade.

This is Job Cloovers.

- How you feeling?
- Urgh, I'm fine.

So...

I checked out Klaas Gilbert,
and get this...

The metal casings that pay
for his spiritual library museum,

same kind used by the military
for bullets.

- What do you make of that?
- A guru who makes weapons.

Well, it's the art of war.

Well, we treat addiction
as a health problem

rather than a criminal one.

So, without this program,

these people would most likely
be dead.

The number of fatalities
from overdoses

are at an all-time low.

Crime figures are down.

So that promotes, you know,
the city, it encourages tourism.

How many addicts
do you have in the program?

Right now,
we have over 100 patients.

So Aamina Jabara
came into daily contact

with over 100 heroin addicts?

In a safe environment.
I prepare the dosages myself.

Do you have addresses
for your patients?

Sure. For those who have them.

What exactly did Aamina do here?

Um, she would, you know,
help us in any way she could.

She really got the place.

She was lovely.
She'll be a great loss.

- So, you knew her well?
- No, not really.

She came in for about two,
maybe three days a week.

She'd only been with us
for maybe six months.

- How did you find her?
- Er, she approached me.

- She said she'd heard about my work.
- From who?

Um...

- Mention family at all?
- No, not to me.

What about ayahuasca?
It was in her system when she died.

Anyone here into that?

We have various treatments,

but none of them
involving ayahuasca, no.

But, then again, we can only police
our patients inside.

Outside... who knows?

- Sorry, I got delayed.
- Sorry, Spike, you know the rules.

No, no, no, but listen.

Um, you know, I just got tied up,
and it wasn't even my fault.

- I got here soon as I could.
- It doesn't matter.

Your appointment was an hour ago,

so you have to wait
for the next one.

- No way. Come on. That's hours away.
- Rules are rules, Spike.

Sorry, Spike.

Come on.

Whoa.

Behave. Please behave.

What's the collective term for nuns,
anyway?

Gaggle?

Posse?

- A waste!
- Superfluity, actually.

- Let me do the talking.
- Excuse me, Sister.

Sorry to bother you.

My name is Brad de Vries
with the Criminal Brigade.

We're just wondering
whether you might...

recognise
this good lady of the cloth.

No, I'm sorry.

I do not recognise her.

But I only arrived here today.

That's a shame, but thanks anyway.

Listen, why don't you, um,
take my number?

And if you do come across her,
then just give me a call.

OK. Hendrik says he can't identify
the DNA in the saliva.

That make any sense to you?

Licking someone else's wound -
you ever come across that?

I have enough trouble
licking my own.

How are you doing?

I guess addicts aren't known
for their timekeeping, right?

Makes no difference to Graaff.

OK. Well, if you're not a fan,
why do you come?

Smack's the best
in Holland, pure as driven snow.

All part of the service.

Do you know this woman
or anyone who does?

Might help us find who killed her.

What's in it for me?

What, does there have
to be something in it for you?

If you don't want to be treated
like an addict,

don't behave like one.

Otto. Otto something or other.

- They, um, had a thing going on.
- OK. Where can I find him?

What? Do I look like
I keep an address book?

Excuse me, Sister.

- Have you seen this woman?
- Yes. That's Sister Joan.

Not Sister Catherine?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Um...

We would very much
like to speak with her,

if that's at all possible.

- Well, I'll see if she's free.
- Thank you, Sister.

Here, boss. It's a blessing.
I found our nun.

I found our nun.

Well, of course, I have taken
a vow of celibacy, but I...

I like erotica.

- Do you have a problem with that?
- Me? Christ, no.

Sorry. No.

And just because I'm on a diet,

doesn't mean I can't look
at the menu.

- Do you know Saint Teresa of Avila?
- Not personally, no.

She had mystical visions
in which she was lanced

by the spear of Christ.

You don't have to be Freud
to realise that she was repressed.

- I just don't have the repression.
- Yeah, I'm getting that.

Excuse me.

There was an Otto Nelissen
who used to attend the clinic.

Hardcore addict, has form,

did three years
for stabbing his dealer.

There's no address,
but they've sent a photo.

OK.

Let's take that photo of Nelissen
round the usual drug haunts.

You head back,
do some digging on the Jabaras.

Does your Mother Superior know
about your... private interests?

I wouldn't want to do anything
to embarrass the order.

Which explains the false name
and address.

The library is my outlet.

If anybody knew, I...

I wouldn't be allowed to go,
and I...

I would find that hard.

- So you lie to her instead?
- It's a matter of conscience.

Aamina Jabara. Do you know her?

Well, I've seen her in the library,
yes, but I don't know her.

No, not really. No.

She's been murdered.

"Poor, miserable sinners."

Catholic, lapsed.

Very lapsed.

What was Aamina like?

Aamina?

She was lovely.

She was my friend.

We shared the same interests.

We talked.

What did you talk about?

About how a nun
and a devout Muslim girl

both ended up
into mystical religious erotica.

For her, it was a...

a rebellion against her father
and...

how strict he was.

Do you know how she got into it?

She said she met someone.

Did she say who? A name, maybe.

Was it a man or a woman?

Man. I think.

Sister Joan,
this is really important.

Anything you know, anything at all,

it might help us find out
who killed her.

Hendrik, can you send me
Aamina Jabara's autopsy photos?

They used to meet at an Airbnb.

I have the address.

A wound in Christ's side
is exactly where Aamina was cut.

- Meaning?
- I don't know yet.

She seemed genuinely upset.

- Clearly very fond of Aamina.
- Yeah.

Clearly lies on a regular basis, too.

You don't think it's strange
she knows about this Airbnb place?

Not really. Aamina confided in her.

Alright. Let's double-check
the library footage.

See if you can find Aamina
and Sister Joan on that.

Um, I looked into the Jabara family,
and guess what?

- Aamina Jabara had a twin sister.
- Aamina Jaba...

Yeah. And her name is Zafira.

I looked into her birth record
and...

ran the Jabaras
through the system.

Police record shows
Zafira was cautioned

for a minor drug offense
a few years ago,

but there are no prints,
and she was released without charge.

So... OK.

- Imagine... Guys.
- Mm-hm?

What if Zafira was
kicked out of home?

Or, she ran away and then was erased
from the family altogether?

Less of the dog with two dicks stuff.

- Just spit it out, man.
- OK. Which sister's in the morgue?

Aamina.

'Cause her father
positively ID'd her,

and he would know the difference.

Right, especially because
he checked the tattoo first

before he identified her.

Only thing is...

Zafira is the one with the tattoo.

It's an 'A' in a circle.

So I checked her social media page,
and she hasn't posted for a while,

but when she did,
just over a year ago,

she posted this,
which clearly shows the tattoo.

Zafira is in the morgue.
Aamina is still alive.

Why would the father lie
when he identified the body?

Why did Aamina run away from us?

I don't know.
I can go talk to the family.

No, I'll do that.

See if the father
can explain himself.

What else you got?

Um, I'm going through the list
of ayahuasca sources

that Cliff sent to us.

And there's footage from the library
for us to look at.

OK. Well, I'll head over
to the library, then.

Also, there's the Airbnb.

We found leaves from
the Banisteriopsis caapi vine.

That's used to make ayahuasca.

And the apartment was booked
by a Louis Tsarogy.

And, as for Count von Zinzendorf,
1700 to 1760,

he ran an obscure Christian cult

that worshipped
the wounds of Christ.

I don't need a history lesson,
Cloovers!

Just find me the guy
that gave the talk.

Yeah. No, I will do.

Ba, ba, ba...

That's a bit harsh.

Kid's a genius.

What does he want, a medal?

Well, some encouragement
would be nice.

What's your problem with him,
anyway?

I don't have one.

If the body's Zafira...

what was she doing
with the sister's ID and notebook?

Do you, uh, mind
if I ask about this guy?

Just looking for this man here.

Can you make sure you...?

- Busy?
- We're having a book auction later.

Religious manuscripts
and medieval incunabula.

Right.

Could have mentioned earlier

you'd written a book
on Saint Germain.

I've written lots of books.

Who's Louis Tsarogy?

Saint Germain.
It's another pseudonym.

- Like Rakoczi?
- Yes, exactly.

The girl who was killed
died in a hotel room

booked in the name of Rakoczi,

and stayed in an Airbnb
booked in the name of Tsarogy.

It's a bit strange, don't you think?

Maybe she was into Saint Germain.

Oh, I got the impression
she was into religious erotica.

Although thinking about it,

she was cut with a knife
where Christ was speared

and taking ayahuasca.

Does that make any sense to you?

No, because, um,
extreme Christian ritual

and the shamanic mystical journey -
two very different experiences.

Then, maybe she knew someone
who was into Saint Germain.

Yeah.

Where were you last night
between 8 and 10?

At home, at my desk, working.

- Anyone verify that?
- I live alone, so, no.

I'm a spiritual man, Inspecteur.

Taking life is not usually
thought of as a path to wisdom.

Says the man who makes money
out of bullets.

I'm not massively comfortable
with it.

But I inherited the company,

and I try to give back
whenever I can.

And I like to think
that if I did kill someone,

I wouldn't leave a trail of clues
linking back to me.

Unless you're amused
by that kind of game.

Are there many other
Saint Germain experts out there?

Not that I know, no.

Have you got any enemies?

Enemies?

I refuse to focus
on any form of negativity,

so, no,
I don't think of anyone as an enemy.

OK.

No, please listen. It's fine.

Honest. Don't worry about Dad.

We just need to come together now
as a family.

Alright? It'll be fine.
Just come home.

- Please.
- Zaim!

Tried you at home.

Is your father here, too?

Yeah, he'll be out in a minute.

What about your sister?

Aamina?
I'd like to have a chat with her.

- Is that meant to be a joke?
- No, it's not.

I saw her on a tram earlier.

Did Aamina have a tattoo
on her chest,

an 'A' with a circle around it?

But Zafira did, right?

Yeah. She... she...

She got it about three years ago,

and Dad found out,
and that's when it all kicked off.

- What did the 'A' stand for?
- She never said.

Mr Jabara...

I need to know why you identified
your daughter as Aamina.

Zafira's been dead to me
for three years now.

I got sick of the lying, the drugs,
the stealing...

and the sex.

Seeing her body, I was just relieved
it wasn't Aamina.

But why lie to us? Why not tell us?

I was overwhelmed.

Ashamed of her.

Don't you want to know
who killed her?

She got what was coming to her.

Well, I need to find who killed her.

Do you know where Zafira was living

or what she'd been doing
since she left home?

We had no contact.

Aamina did, though.

Zafira got back in touch
a few months ago.

- Were they close?
- Yeah.

When they were younger.

Aamina was seeing someone,
did you know that?

Yes.

It's why we argued.
It's why she left.

Who was it?

She wouldn't say.

I just hope it's not too late.

Too late for what?

I don't want to lose her.

I got Zaim to ring her
and tell her that I'd change,

and I wanted her home.

Please, find her.

Yes, hi. Um, the guy
that gave the talk on Zinzendorf.

Uh-huh. One second.

Lionel... Can you spell that for me?

Mm-hm. Mm.

Do you have a contact address
for him, by any chance?

No? No. No, that's fine.
Thank you. Thank you.

Lionel Veith.

Lionel Veith.

Jesus. What are you telling me?

My whole world just collapsed!

He'll be there. Do it.

How does this happen, man?!

Um...

Stay right there.

Excuse me, sir, can I just stop you
for five minutes?

My name's Brad De Vries.
I'm with the Amsterdam Police.

- I just want to have a quick word.
- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Good man.

Can we let her know Aamina's
still alive, please?

Not until we get
independent corroboration.

You forgot to mention this.

Is this how you knew
about the Airbnb?

Because you'd been there together.

I'm not ashamed of what we did.

I thought I had control
over my instincts. But...

It didn't take much.
It just felt right.

She was exploring her sexuality
and...

she said her eyes had been opened.

When was the last time you saw
or heard from Aamina?

A couple of days ago.

And apart from the Airbnb,

did she mention
any of the places she hung out

or friends or family?

You ever heard
of Count von Zinzendorf?

The dead body we found
had a side wound

where Christ's wound was located.

Someone had licked it.

The erotica I'm into
is somewhat more gentle.

Is it?

You're not exactly your typical nun,
though, are you?

One apple pie
laced with ayahuasca.

I had her right there
for the taking, as well.

Gather you lost Otto.

Yeah.

Femke's outside.

Hey, buddy.

Some articles I think might
be of interest, about ayahuasca.

Hm.

There was one thing -
she was telling him to do something.

"7 start, meet him there, do it."

OK. How does that help?

Uh, the talk guy, um, Lionel Veith,

is gonna be at a book sale
at the library tonight.

Starts at 7.

Well, let's be there.
We know he's dangerous.

- Anything else?
- Um, yep.

I double-checked
Zafira Jabara's drug history.

One, she used to be a patient
at Graaff Clinic,

and two, when she was brought in
for a minor offense,

she was with Otto Nelissen.

He can't have been going out
with both twins, can he?

Who knows?

The addict who put us onto Nelissen
was shown a photo of Aamina.

Maybe he thought it was Zafira.
That it?

Um, no. Uh, the 'A' tattoo -
it stands for 'atheism'.

- You OK?
- Yeah, I just returned, uh...

Thought getting stabbed hurt.

- When did you last see Otto Nelissen?
- Um, months ago.

He was one of our more
difficult patients.

Why didn't you tell us

Aamina's sister, Zafira,
was a patient of yours.

Didn't seem important.

Oh, I think that's up for me
to decide, isn't it?

Well, I'm very sorry,

but confidentiality
is a really important issue here.

Yeah.

So is lying to the police
in a murder investigation.

OK. Why is this relevant?

Because it seems as though Zafira
was killed, not her sister.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

She was a sweet, sweet soul.

She had her demons, alright,
but I thought she'd conquered them.

- Because you got her clean?
- Yeah, yeah.

We do all sorts of treatments here
and, uh, well, she was receptive.

Her drug taking was just rebellion

against her father's
absurd religious beliefs.

And once we'd cracked that,
she was... free.

- Zafira not into religion, then?
- Vehemently atheist.

- What about Aamina?
- Much more conventional.

So, how did you meet her?

Part of Zafira's issue
was with her family,

and getting well meant reconnecting
with her sister, at least.

And Aamina was so grateful
that she offered to help us out.

No, wait, you should have
told me that to begin with.

Where were you last night?

I was at a television studio,

giving a live interview
about the clinic.

We can check.

- Oh, please do.
- Oh, we will.

- Sister, how nice to see you.
- Klaas.

Are the convent going
to put in an offer...

We're in. Is everyone in position?

Yep.

Me, too.

Have you checked Graaff's alibi yet?

I haven't had a chance to yet.
I will do.

That's great. No rush.

Maestro!
How much are you hoping to raise?

As much as possible.

You presumably are keen
on Zinzendorf's diary.

Yeah, don't think I can stretch
to 17,000 euros, though.

Why are you selling it, anyway?

Got everything out of it
that I need.

Commissaris.

Do you know this woman?

No. Should I?

Well, she was found dead
in a hotel room

on the floor above yours.

I've never seen her before
in my life.

Why did Zinzendorf and his followers
worship the wounds of Christ?

Christ's passion has long been seen
as symbolic as well as literal.

In that context, the wounds
become an object of veneration.

So someone might try
to mirror those wounds?

Would there be a sensual element
to that?

Very much so.

Zinzendorf and his followers
were known

for their extreme sexual practices.

The woman that was found dead
had a side wound.

You into that?

I'm an academic.

Well, academics have sex, don't they?

I have an academic interest,
that's all.

He's here.

He's on his way.

Klaas Gilbert!

Murderer.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

I want you to pay
for what you did to Zafira.

- Sorry, who?
- Look at him!

All suave and sophisticated
and spiritual!

You want to know the truth?

This dirtbag preys on young women!

- Maybe we should take this elsewhere.
- First you seduce Aamina...

and then her sister, Zafira.

Into twins, are you?
Some Gemini complex, is it?!

- I think you should stop.
- So do I, Mr Nelissen.

- Police.
- No.

- I'm just getting started.
- Put it down, Otto.

Just listen.
Put the knife down, Otto.

I loved her!

Just put the knife down, Otto.

- I loved her!
- Put it down.

Put it down.

Exits, now!

Stay back! Everybody back!

Come on, then.

- I've got nothing to lose!
- I just want to talk, OK?

There's nothing to talk about!

You want to know who killed her,
right?

You want the same answers I do.

If it was Klaas Gilbert,
help me prove it.

Make sure no-one leaves.

Found in a bin in the hall.

I'll get it to Forensics, then.

Look, we've got everyone gathered,
statements have been taken.

Security cameras get anything?

They were focused
mainly on the books,

but we had people on the front door,

there were cameras on the back door
and fire exits.

No-one left.

Where was Klaas Gilbert
when the gun was fired?

We know where he wasn't -
in the lecture hall.

Like a lot of people, he left
the room straight after we did.

That man's intrusion
kind of broke up the event.

I went to my office to calm down.
What's wrong with that?

A lot, I'd say.

A man just got shot moments
after a confrontation with you.

No such thing as a coincidence
and all that.

I'd just been verbally assaulted
in public.

In my own museum library.

I needed a moment to gather myself.

- Not quite the zen master now, are we?
- I'm not good with conflict.

- Well, how good are you with a gun?
- Never used one in my life.

You know about Saint Germain
and Zinzendorf?

What about ayahuasca?

I know the basics.

- And the accusations made against you?
- Absurd. Completely absurd.

Someone is clearly
trying to frame me.

And you should be out there
trying to find them

instead of quizzing me.

Like you said, a man just got shot.

How many more on your watch,
Commissaris?

Did you know the Jabara sisters
or not?

I don't know either of them.
I do not prey on young women.

The man was deluded. I don't know
where he got his lies from.

He got it from one of the sisters.

Come on. Help me out.

If you're telling the truth,
why would anyone target you?

- I don't know.
- Well, think.

Because if you didn't
pull the trigger,

whoever did is still in the building.

No-one left.

Actually, that might not be true.

- Where does this lead?
- Out under the road.

It was dug as an escape route
from the Nazis.

Anyone else know about this?

Anyone who knows the history
of the library.

It's in the public record.

Well, as you can see,
Aamina's come home,

and we agreed the first thing
we should do is come and see you.

Why run from us in the first place?

- I panicked.
- Well, she's here now.

So when did you last see
your sister?

We were meant to be meeting
last night.

I'd arranged to meet her
at the Hotel Americain at 8, but...

she didn't turn up.

So when your brother called
to say your sister had died...

you FaceTime'd Otto Nelissen.

- Why?
- Well, I...

I knew how much Zafi meant to him,
and...

I was sure Klaas Gilbert
was involved in Zafi's death.

Is that why you told Otto to go
to the library to confront him?

No, that's not what happened.

We were just talking it through,
and Otto got angry and upset.

I tried to calm him down,
but he wouldn't listen.

- Did you know Otto had a knife?
- No, course not.

How can you be so sure
that Klaas Gilbert was responsible

for your sister's death?

Right, no offense,

but I'm not in the mood
to spare anyone's blushes.

We're going to need to talk
about your sex life.

Mr Jabara, would you mind stepping
out for a few minutes, please?

Thank you.

Aamina, we have to know.

Were you involved
in a sexual relationship

with Klaas Gilbert?

- Did you take ayahuasca with him?
- No.

He wanted me to, but I wouldn't.

He's an expert, a shaman.

So you didn't,
but your sister did, right?

Did you introduce them?

He was fascinated
that we were identical twins...

and Zafi was always
more liberated than I was.

- Was she into mysticism as well?
- No. No.

When she turned her back on Islam,
that was her done with belief.

Were you annoyed that your sister
became involved with Klaas Gilbert?

Bit jealous, I guess.

Klaas told me not to be,

that being possessive
was just social conditioning but...

Why did Zafira have
your ID and notebook on her?

We always swapped IDs.

And she was thinking of hiring a car
but had a ban against her name.

I just wanted to help her out.

And I'd lent her my notebook
for images and stuff.

Even though you just said

she wasn't interested
in spirituality?

She was thinking of getting another
tattoo and wanted some ideas.

What about Sister Joan?

- What about her?
- You had an affair with a nun.

You're not such a shrinking violet
after all.

- You were a bit hard on her, Piet.
- She's a suspect.

Well, you might want
to get her fingerprints, then,

should be on that glass.

What do you think of him?

Disapproves of Zafira
and people like Otto Nelissen.

Now she's dead. So is Nelissen.

Shame, that.
Our suspects keep dying on us.

It's interesting that he got
his favourite daughter back.

- Worked out well for him.
- Mm.

Oh, and one other thing,

I thought you were gonna give
Cloovers a chance.

You encouraged me to.
I didn't say I would.

- Why, has he complained?
- No, not yet.

Do you want us
to bring Klaas Gilbert in?

No. Gonna wait till Forensics
come back on the gun.

- What's your feeling on him?
- He's definitely charismatic.

Although, I don't think
he's stupid enough

or arrogant enough
to book places with names

that could lead back to him.

But what I do know
is that he wasn't the only one

to leave the lecture hall
when Nelissen was shot.

Plenty of people did.
Including Lionel Veith.

Why would he shoot Nelissen?

I don't know. To protect Gilbert?
They're both Zinzendorf fans.

Add Veith's movements
to your digging.

- You got anything on Graaff yet?
- Just that he's an arch rationalist.

When he's not writing
about addiction,

he is giving lectures on

"Realism, Reality,
and the Lie of Belief".

Good work, Job.

Which presumably would make him
an atheist.

Describes himself
as an "irreligious fundamentalist".

It's actually really interesting.

No, it's irrelevant, if his alibi
for last night stacks up.

Which it does.

I heard back
from the television studio.

He arrived at 7:15
and went on air at 8:30 till 9:15,

and left just after 10:00.

Least you could have done
is pick a hole in it.

- Right, Brad's round.
- Job, you joining us?

No, I've got to get home to Mum.

You heard.
He's got to look after his sick mum.

Yeah, that's what I say when
I'm trying to get out of something.

Wanna stay at mine again tonight?

No, thanks. Got to face home
alone at some point.

I never liked her.

- You never said.
- You never asked.

- She never liked you either.
- What?! You're joking.

- Will you be alright without me?
- What, not sleeping on a wooden deck?

Yeah, I think I'll cope.

By the way, you need a cat.
You have mice.

Amsterdam's famous for its mice.

♪ I saw a mouse

♪ Where?

♪ There on the stair... ♪

OK. Just saying.

Hey, what have we got to do
to get a drink round here?

In a minute. I'm thinking.

OK. Mate in three, I think.

Rook E1, check.
King has to move to G2.

Queen C6, that's check again.

Rook has to block. Queen F3.

Checkmate.

Two coffees, please, Cliff.

And there was me going to tell you
about tiny traces of metal

found on the library cellar door.

- I'm all ears.
- Have to do more tests first.

And what's all this I hear
about you two

giving it the beast with two backs,
hey?

- Office gossip.
- Oh.

I wouldn't pay it much attention
if I were you.

I wonder where you heard that.

It wasn't Radio Brad by any chance,
was it?

I'll have you know, I'm the model
of discretion round here.

Really?

Is that why I overheard you earlier
expressing amazement

at the possibility of something
going on between me and Piet

on account of the fact that I
"batted for the other side"?

- I would never use such a phrase.
- Oh, you did, alright.

Moments before suggesting
that Piet, here,

was, um,
"batter dipping the old corndog".

And my personal favourite of yours,
that he was bringing

an "al dente noodle
to the spaghetti house".

What can I say?
I'm a poet and I know it.

And my 'chambre de Venus'
is a spaghetti house?

How very dare you?

Well, you shouldn't have been
eavesdropping, should you?

Brad, you were mouthing off
to anyone who would listen.

Well, are you? You two? You know?

- Anything for us?
- Good. Well done.

Uh, maybe.

The gun - Klaas Gilbert's
fingerprints were all over it.

- Miss me?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's been quiet
without all the ranting.

- You OK?
- Course.

You want me to fetch Gilbert?
I'm almost out the door.

Uh, OK, sure.

I actually meant, are YOU OK?

Course.

Although,
I'm bothered about Aamina Jabara.

Her father said
she was seeing somebody.

Sister Joan did, too.

Whoever it was
was quite the influence.

Graaff claims he didn't know her
that well.

Does that mean it's Gilbert?

I'll take that as a no, then,
shall I?

- The 'being OK' bit.
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Let's move on.

Of course the gun has
my fingerprints on it. It's mine.

Everyone knows I keep it in my desk.

- Someone must have taken it.
- Why do you need a gun?

You run a museum
dedicated to spirituality.

It's purely precautionary.

If I thought I'd have needed it,
I'd have had it on me.

I've told you.
I've never fired one in my life.

We've spoken with Aamina Jabara,
and she's confirmed the accusations

Otto Nelissen made against you.

Well, she's lying.

You're saying you haven't had
a relationship with either sister?

I have not.

Then why would someone
who uses your library,

who you say
you've never actually met, frame you?

I've no idea.

But I hope you wouldn't believe them
without evidence.

Course not.

You told me you know the basics
about ayahuasca.

Aamina Jabara said you were a shaman.

- Which one of you is lying?
- She is.

I stayed up late...

did a bit of reading,
came across this.

"Mystical Dutch Master
of the Amazon."

Says here you're one
of the few Westerners

endorsed by Brazilian shamans
to perform the ritual.

I like to keep the fact private.

- That article wasn't sanctioned.
- You lied.

The Indigenous community in Brazil
don't really appreciate

Westerners acting
as ayahuasca guides or shamans.

- I don't want to offend...
- You lied.

- Yes, I lied.
- So what else have you lied about?

Nothing.

What are ayahuasca visions like?

Powerful. Life-changing.

Are they dangerous?

If they go wrong.

You have visions
from your own belief system...

of spirit ancestors,

beasts from the jungle, nightmares.

- And you're guided through this?
- That's the idea.

So, if your guide
was manipulating you...

cutting you
whilst you were tripping...

what would that be like?

Unbelievably frightening.

You don't think he did it, do you?

When I mentioned Sister Joan
to Aamina Jabara,

she seemed surprised.

Maybe she didn't think we knew
about their relationship.

- Maybe she didn't want us to.
- No, she seemed surprised, full stop.

Can we check her time line
on the library footage?

Sure. What am I looking for?

The librarian said
she seemed distracted.

Left a manuscript out.

- Why?
- OK.

What are you gonna do?

I'm off to see some nuns.

Thank you for seeing me.

Is your Mother Superior
normally that grumpy?

Oh, yes.

To be fair, she has just heard
my full confession.

Bet that went down well.

I'm not sure she'll recover and...

I might need a new rosary.

How can I help?

This footage from two nights ago,

Aamina Jabara isn't sitting
in her usual seat, is she?

- No, she sat somewhere else.
- Why?

I've no idea.

She left a manuscript unattended,
which she wouldn't normally do.

Yeah.

I thought it was strange
at the time.

She was meticulous about it.

She knew how much they were worth,
and...

and then she made a point
of saying goodbye to me.

First time she did that.

We'd like you
to come down the station.

- What for?
- An identity parade.

We're keen to eliminate some
suspects from the investigation.

It would help us to know
whether you recognise any of them.

They're just through here.

Right.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- You look different.
- Back off. Go and get Aamina.

We just want you to stand in line.

Aamina will walk in front of you.

I don't want you to do
or say anything to her.

- It's important. OK?
- OK.

Where we at
on Lionel Veith's movements?

- I haven't...
- Well, do it. Do it now.

Hey, any need for that?

If he can't hack it,
he shouldn't be in the job.

- How was the library footage?
- Interesting.

Alright. Off you go.

She completely blanked her.
Not even a flicker.

I don't think she blanked her.

I don't think she recognised her.

Sorry.

You asked me
whether there's any possibility

of determining
the age of the tattoo.

Well, it's difficult.

Once the healing has been
well established,

and the body's initial inflammatory
reactions have settled...

What were you hoping for?

Zafira Jabara had hers done
at least three years ago.

You see, a tattoo looks unremarkable

on the initial external examination
of the body,

but under the microscope,
well, tells its own story.

The surface of the skin
looks healed to the naked eye.

But there are still residual
inflammatory cells under the skin.

Which means what, exactly?

Well, it's been long enough
for the surface to heal,

but not the deeper tissue.

This tattoo is no more than three,
maybe four weeks old, max.

It's Aamina.

So, are we saying
Zafira killed Aamina?

We're saying she was involved.

I mean, that tattoo,
that wasn't for us.

That was for her father.

Meaning the ID and the notebook
were planted, too.

Absolutely.

So Dad goes to identify the bodies,
expecting Aamina,

but it's not her, it's the other one.

Imagine it. Big relief.

You know what I don't get?

The library footage.

I mean, if it's not Aamina,
why would Zafira go there?

We need to speak to your sister.

Zafira Jabara.

You're under arrest on suspicion
of the murder of your sister,

Aamina Jabara.

What are you talking about?

Don't be ridiculous.

The body you identified was,
in fact, Aamina.

The tattoo was new. I'm sorry.

You seriously think
I don't know my own daughter?

Well, that is a very good question.
Do you have the same tattoo or not?

OK, it's the same.

So what? It's... it's recent.

- Try three years ago.
- No.

I agreed to get it done

as part of me and Zafi
getting back into contact.

As solidarity, Dad.

- What does the 'A' stand for?
- It doesn't matter what it means.

It was more about us
being sisters again.

Atheism.

It's like she says,

she got it done
to be close to her sister.

- I don't mind that. I believe her.
- You're quiet.

What do you think?

I think this messed-up family
is so screwed.

Dad, come on!
Surely you can see what I see!

Or are you just this desperate
to believe

that you're gonna choose
to ignore it.

And you...

You want to be Aamina so bad
that you put us all through this?

- For what?
- Zaim, what are you talking about?

- It's me.
- No, no, no.

It's not. You're nor her. Alright?

The way the way she did stuff,

the way she just talked
about things, even the way you cook!

Seriously?

I don't think I need to answer
any more questions.

Either way, dinner will have to wait.

- Let's go.
- No.

I dined in there.
You can check with the waiters.

No, wait. I checked in first.

Then I grabbed an early supper,
and then I crashed out.

OK.

And you didn't, by any chance,
see Aamina Jabara?

The girl in the photo?

Well, like I told your boss,

I've never seen her before
in my life.

- Think, think, think.
- Yeah.

You checked in, you dined in there,
and then you sat here...

Just for a moment...
..in clear view of the door.

- Yeah.
- What time was that?

- I don't know. 6 or 7, maybe.
- 6 or 7, which one was it?

I'm sorry, Mr Veith,
but this is important.

Did you see anyone come or go?

OK.

Well, I'm almost certain
it was nearer 7 because... Ah.

I did see someone, actually.

So, we know what you did.
We just don't know why.

I told you, you got this wrong.

It's Klaas Gilbert
you should be talking to.

This is you in the library
two nights ago, isn't it?

Pretending to be Aamina, right?

Well, you sat in the wrong seat.

You didn't return a manuscript.

And you said goodbye in a way
Aamina never normally did.

I'm not a robot.

People vary their routine sometimes,
you know?

Really?

Your sister died,
and you videocalled your ex,

pretending to be her, didn't you?

Why not pay him a visit?

You're scared
if you got too close...

- Have you heard yourself?
- You pretended to be Aamina.

You convinced Otto
that Klaas Gilbert had killed you.

You knew he was volatile.

And you told him to confront Gilbert
and accuse him publicly. Why?

What is your problem
with Klaas Gilbert?

Um, spoke to Lionel Veith,
his alibi checks out but...

I'm interested in Graaff.

He never mentioned Zafira,

yet he knew both sisters
and Otto Nelissen.

Talk me through his movements.

Uh, he arrived
at the television studio at 7:15

and was there until 10.

OK, which we thought ruled him out,

because we had sightings of Aamina
at the library until 8.

Yeah, only it wasn't Aamina Jabara.

No, it was Zafira,
pretending to be her.

Excuse me, I've got...

Meaning Aamina
could have been killed

in the hotel earlier
than we thought.

Hendrik said time of death
was anywhere between 6 and 10.

Um, which is why it's relevant
that Isaak Graaff was seen

leaving the hotel just before 7.

It's what I've been trying
to tell you.

Lionel Veith saw him
and recognised him

from a very public spat he had
with Klaas Gilbert in the press.

About what?

Belief, hypocrisy,
and the fact that a benign shaman

makes money selling bullets
and keeps a gun in his drawer.

He was raised
in a really strict Catholic family,

went to a seminary
only to be abused,

and now he sees faith as irrational

and all belief as...

as an addiction to be cured.

Klaas Gilbert accused him
of being in denial.

Graaff wasn't happy,

tried and failed to sue him,
and it got thrown out of court.

Klaas Gilbert stands
for everything Graaff despises,

and that's why he wants him framed.

Oh, come on, Piet.

What do you say to the kid?

Did you complain to Dahlman about me?

What? No.

No. No, I didn't.

Good. Don't.

Um, should... Should we go
and talk to Graaff or...?

- Not yet.
- I want to crack Zafira Jabara first.

- And how you figuring on doing that?
- By giving her what I think she wants.

- How are you?
- I'm OK, Dad.

- I just want to go home.
- I know.

Ran your errand.

And if I could have a chat
about metal traces

when you've got a minute.

I've never been a good father.
I know that.

After your mother died, I was worse.

You were always more challenging
and independent.

Aamina was just easier.

Dad, what are you talking about?
I am...

Fingerprints are unique
to every individual,

even identical twins.

Your prints, not Aamina's,
were all over the library manuscript.

Tell the truth, Zafi.

You're my daughter,
my flesh and blood,

I don't care what you've done.

I'll forgive you anything.
Anything at all.

I lost you once.
I don't want to lose you again.

Did you kill Aamina?

Or did someone else?

Someone you and Aamina
were both involved with?

Just tell him, Zafi.

All that stuff about Klaas Gilbert
being into identical twins...

wasn't him, was it?

It was Isaak Graaff.

Can you ever forgive me?

Of course I can.
It was all my fault.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

I just wanted to come home.

Isaak said he'd help me.

It's fine.

What did you do?

Did you make a pact?

Graaff kills Aamina...

but makes it look
as though you were the one that died.

You step into Aamina's shoes
and go home.

Graaff frames Gilbert
for the murder of the wrong twin.

I mean, it's all his idea, I take it.

Why kill Otto Nelissen?

You...

You would have found out
that I had goaded him

into confronting Gilbert.

Otto was a loose cannon,
a loose end.

Isaak didn't like them.

So he steals Gilbert's gun
and tidies up,

hoping to pin a double murder on him.

Did Graaff enjoy corrupting Aamina?

He'd done with me
and wanted a new challenge.

He set his sights on Aamina.

He liked that she had further to go.

Aamina was so... good.

You loved her so much.

Golden girl that could do no wrong.

I couldn't compete.

No, you couldn't.

You could never compete.

Dad?

- What have you done?
- Me?

You threw me out.

Do you have any idea
what that was like?

You always sided with her.
You ALWAYS took her view.

- You NEVER gave me credit.
- What did you do to my daughter?

- I am your daughter.
- No, you're not.

You were dead to me before.
You're dead to me now.

And you always will be.

No, Dad. Dad, please don't. Dad!

Dad!

Just reading
your thought piece about belief.

Not a fan, are you?

Well, like I say to my patients,
you have to deal in reality,

there's nothing else.

Mm. Very wise.

Or is it?

So you're the leading sceptic
around here,

and Klaas Gilbert
is the leading believer.

- Do you get on?
- We've had our moments.

Yeah, I read about those, too.

Like when he tried
to get your clinic shut down

because it obliterated hope.

Or when he made that claim that
you were in denial about your faith.

It's quite a spat.

That nearly ended up in court.

Klaas is a dreamer and a fraud.

He's a gun-owning hypocrite
who believes anything, everything.

And people look up to him for it?

You like certainty, don't you?

You're very black and white.

I can relate to that.

I'm pleased.

Is it a thrill?

Corrupting someone like Aamina?

Taking her beliefs
and slowly deconditioning her?

Even though you used to believe.

What happened?

I... I saw the light.

Now, is there a reason
for your visit?

We unpicked your alibi.

The gloves you used
when you shot Otto Nelissen,

I think they're the same ones
you used in the clinic.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

They were flaked
with tiny metal traces, weren't they?

Otherwise known as tinfoil.

Used by someone
who preps doses for addicts.

Oh, and Zafira confessed.

So, yes.

There is a reason for this visit.

Wow.

You going to go for it?

Don't let me stop you.

There's nothing on the other side,
is there?

Only darkness.

Maybe there is something, though.
What do you think?

Is that a worry for you?

Fear of the beyond?

Once a Catholic and all that.

You want to face that fear?

Or do you want to jump?

Guess life's got to be better
than that, hasn't it?

Even in jail.

Let's go.

Told Sister Joan, Kim,

that it was, in fact,
Aamina who was killed.

- She OK?
- She will be. She's a survivor.

Have you forgiven me yet?

What, for grassing on me to Dahlman?

I have, actually.

- 'Cause you know I'm right?
- No.

'Cause I know
you weren't thinking straight.

By the way, there is.

- Is what?
- More to life than this.

But in the meantime...