Original subtitles

Based on the book by Judith Visser

Adaptation by Dick van den Heuvel and Steven de Jong

- You go on honey. I'll wait here, OK? - Yeah... Yeah.

What are you doing here?

- Karin, not here... not now... - Why not?

Aren't people here allowed to know what a despicable coward you are?

Too scared to admit you've been having an affair for months...

...with that diet gone wrong over there?

What are you doing here?

Are you here to ease your conscience?

To clear your own name? How dare you.

- Karin, please! I only want to talk.

- This is none of your business! Leave!

Leave! Now!

- Please stay calm.

Karin...

I'm sorry.

- Come here honey.

EYECATCHER!

DAY 2

Liz!

Are you going to get up today at all?

- I'm already up.

Sweet dreams dear Sattnin.

See you tonight honey.

Why don't you stay in bed for a while longer, love.

- There's more pizza in the fridge.

- I'll just get something on the way.

- Oh come on, eat something. Or I'll have to throw it out again. Lizzie!

- What time will you be home tonight? - Oh I don't know.

I need to get this done. There's dinner in the freezer.

Oh wait a sec.

There's a postcard from your dad.

Ah, dammit.

There you go.

"There's some extra money in your bank account. Buy something nice. Love, Daddy"

He's such an asshole!

That's no way to talk about your father, dear child.

- She was pulled from her bike.

- It could also be possible... - No that is not possible, Saar Beerman!

- You don't even know what I wanted to say.

- Oh I do. Maybe she got off the bike herself. It's not true.

- How do you know that, man?

- Her house is over there! And where does her bike point to?

- Well maybe she didn't want to go home.

- She wanted to go home. And someone pulled her from her bike...

...with such violence that the bike ended up swerving.

- But you really have no evidence for that.

- The only thing that you have is a girl's dead body.

You need to look beyond the murder as such.

Look in different ways. That's how we do things.

Stay on the ball.

- That must be pretty hard for you.

- Picking and nits... I can't stand it.

Saar dear, listen...

Look, the little piggy is back!

Don't worry, we won't hurt you.

We just want to look in your bag. That's not a problem right?

- There's nothing in there.

- Then you don't need it do you?

- Can I just go...

- Yes, she's finished it.

- What did we agree on, Lizzie?

- My name's not Lizzie!

- I'll call you anything I want, and today that's Lizzie.

Tomorrow I'll call you lardbag, do you prefer that one?

- Heh, lardbag.

- Lard. Bag.

- Can I have that back now?

- And may I ask why you don't have it?

Elizabeth...

- I didn't have time.

- Can the two love birds over there keep their hands to themselves a bit?

- I'll hand it in tomorrow, OK?

- Alright, just this once.

- Hang on, we've all had to do the work, why not her?

- Because sometimes you need to let things slide, Sabina.

- And what if she doesn't have it tomorrow?

- Well, then we'll deal with that tomorrow, alright?

Guys, let's start with page 16.

- This is fucking nonsense.

- Sabina! Page 16.

- Yeah whatever, this is a load of crap.

- Sabina, page 16!

- Maybe if I were that fat, I wouldn't have to do my homework either.

- That's enough! Page 16!

- I have sweet sixteen spread out in front of me...

...I got it a bit wet, but...

- Can mister Iwan please grow up already?

I don't get what you see in her, Alec.

Watch where you're going, pig.

- Fat... it's all fat.

That body is much too fat.

What are you wearing?

- Just a sweater.

- But underneath that?

- A bra.

- I know. Such a disappointment.

One of those white cotton things.

And what if your boyfriend goes there? - Nobody goes there.

- Oh, they will.

I know what boys are like, Elizabeth.

They all want the same thing...

...peel off every layer of the onion.

And then they get to that huge white cotton thing.

What a disappointment.

You need to avoid that.

- Nobody sees me like that.

- You don't know what the future will bring.

Hope springs eternal, as your grandpa used to say.

Oh well...

...you see the same kind of phrases on the tombstones here.

Gives me a kind of...

...comfort.

You need to join me more often.

Stay...

Stay.

Grandma? Do you want something to eat as well?

Have you worked out enough, that's the first thing we look at...

...after you've done all of that, after you've tried that...

...and your body weight and height are in proportion...

...then we can do liposuction on that last bit of fat...

...but not before.

- You're beautiful.

I'd like to peel you like an onion.

And you really don't need us for that.

Just stop eating all that junk...

...get a nice workout...

...and then the bullying will stop soon enough.

- Mind your own business!

DAY 3

Say it!

I am Elizabeth, and I'm a fat troll...

...and I smell like a pig.

- We all got a nasty itch from you.

- Hey guys... you guys... Want to see something?

This is...

...a white cotton bra!

- Sexy Betsy!

- Hey! Sebas, Sebas!

Have a look at those fat deformed nipples.

- Oh man, what a fat pile of jello.

- You know what you're going to do?

You're going to blow Jeremy.

Come on!

Come here.

- I haven't washed it darling.

Aaah!

Fuck!

- Guys, we need to leave.

- Did I give you permission to puke, you heifer?

- I'm going to kick that bitch!

- You're vomit. Vomit, do you hear?

Say it! Go on, say it! I am vomit.

Say it. Say it.

- I... am... vomit.

- Sabina! Sabina, let's go.

- We need to get out of here.

- What's happened to you?

- Oh... I...

You're not supposed to be here.

- Who cares?

- Let's go see Michael. - No!

No, I'm fine.

- But you can't just let this happen!

Want me to take you home?

- Can you come over here?

I really like you.

- You can't let this happen Elizabeth.

- It's OK. Really.

- Don't want me to take you home? - No, my dad...

...he's going to pick me up...

...and he's probably on his way already.

You can go.

- OK.

- Am at home. - What are you wearing?

- Not much, top and hot pants. Feeling hot.

- What's your name anyway?

- Goddammit Liz, look at the fucking mess you've made!

- My name is Elizabeth, not Liz.

- Now I'll have to sort all this out.

It's all mixed up.

Big help! Thanks Liz!

- My name is not Liz!

- I regret that name so much. Who calls their child Elizabeth?

It was your dad's idea. I should never have listened.

- Where are you going? - Homework.

- But I just got home! Don't you want...

- I've already had dinner.

Look! Isn't that yummy?

No?

"In a relationship with Riley Konings"

- I'm off to bed.

- Yeah. Good idea.

I'll try to do the same in a minute.

- If I can manage. - You could take a pill.

- Yeah, I might do that.

Do you like this, Sattnin?

- What are you doing?

- And this is the cream of the crop?

- Well, let's see...

...on average maybe a D minus.

So that can mean two things:

...either young people today are not what they used to be...

- Or you're simply a lousy teacher.

- Thanks!

- I think you've started losing it after your retirement.

Guess what? He says he's the grandson of... Chrutte Pier?

- Hang on! Grutte Pier. - Grutte Pier.

- Born in Snits, just like me.

- Yeah, and I was born in Amsterdam.

Does that make me the granddaughter of Rembrandt?

- Our captain...

- Sorry Fedde, but I'm not actually that interested.

- ...captured 28 ships from Holland, with the Arumer Black...

- Whoa, my coach is not getting any more alcohol.

He's starting to talk gibberish!

- You're supposed to listen to me, that's what I was hired for.

It may help your career.

- It may help my career? Alright, go on.

Grutte Pier.

- Not so fast, Saar!

Grutte Pier was a real person!

He's a legendary figure...

...a giant of a man, with a sword six feet long!

Oh, sorry!

- That one's smashed.

Are you OK?

- I've got another pair at home.

- Thanks.

- Can we call you a cab?

- I'll manage. Bye.

- Bye...

- Saar, in all seriousness...

It's not a myth, it's a true story!

You're old, I know that.

Your legs are hurting you...

...but you can get home alright, right?

See you tomorrow!

- Ride? - Sorry?

- Need a ride home?

- Eh...

- I'm heading that way anyway.

- Sure.

Hey. Are you a...

- Pig, cop, dick, Barney...

Whatever you want to call it.

Yeah, he doesn't have much else.

So I always take him for a beer after work.

Well no, he drinks beer, I drink coke.

- But you're not in uniform, so you're...

- A detective. Homicides.

- Well. Right.

By the way, a girl was murdered.

About 16 years old. Around here somewhere.

Is that the case you're on?

- Here. That's my number.

Call me sometime.

Yeah. When you hear something. At that school of yours.

We think the killer is a local.

- Oh.

But... how do you know that I...

DAY 4

- Hi!

That wasn't fun for Jeremy.

Jeremy couldn't laugh about it.

Because his dick smelled of vomit for the rest of the day.

- So, how are we going to make amends for that, Lizzie?

- Hey, do you think you can manage this time?

Without any puke?

You're going to suck dick, honey.

- No, no...

I honestly don't want this.

Because I think you're disgusting.

And you smell.

- Yeah.

But I still think she should pay for the inconvenience.

- Yeah. How much do you have on you?

- We want to hear some noise, bitch.

We want to hear you scream.

- Does anyone know where Elizabeth is?

She was here, wasn't she?

- Uh yeah, she's sick.

- Then she should have told someone. - She told me.

You can look at me all you want but I didn't make her sick.

I'm getting blamed for everything here lately, I'm getting sick of it.

- Are you alright?

- Yes.

You don't need to wrap that up.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Sorry, I... I tried to catch it and...

- Then you shouldn't try pulling on it.

- You just have crap here anyway!

- Hey, Elizabeth... hi.

You suddenly got sick, or so I heard.

- Yeah, but I'm OK now, so...

- Did anything happen?

- No, why?

- But... do you have nausea? Headache?

- I'm feeling ill. Just... just ill.

- But what kind of illness?

- I'll be back at school tomorrow, as usual.

- Wait.

Is your mother home?

- No, she's at work. - I'd like to speak to her.

- Yes but you can't because she's at work.

- Listen Elizabeth, I need to speak...

What's wrong?

- Sorry! Ehh... cramps!

I'll be there tomorrow, see you, bye!

- Hey sweetie.

Want a drink?

- No, not right now.

I actually... need to tell you something.

My period is three days late.

My period is never late.

- That sucks.

So what now?

- Well I can't go to my doctor because of insurance.

According to Mirte it's 800 euros.

- Abortion?!

- I've got 400...

- Wait a second! You're not going to have an abortion!

- Excuse me? - No abortion!

- Goddammit Alec, you don't have any say in that!

I can't have a child right now!

- Of course not, but...

...not an abortion!

- It's inside MY body.

- I won't permit it.

- So you're dropping me in the shit?

I didn't expect any different from you.

- Riley, wait!

- Don't follow me!

DAY 5

Today we're going to talk about appearance...

...and how in particular the media...

...convey a certain image and message about appearance.

Look, when you watch TV or read magazines...

...or watch music videos, you usually see...

...super skinny people. Right?

What do you think about that?

- Good! - Boring.

- Unvaried. All the same.

- Unrealistic?

...because not everyone looks like that in real life, right?

- Yeah but TV is meant as an escape from real life. I mean...

...if I want to see what's happening outside I'll look out the window.

- Yeah, but of course the point is...

...that girls, and young women as well...

I don't know if that's true for you.

But it's possible that you think you need to be thin...

...to be pretty.

And in that way, you get the wrong self-image.

- Well, give me a chick with some flesh on her bones!

I don't get a hard-on from skinny girls.

- But there's no accounting for taste.

One person likes slim girls, the other likes chubby.

- And yet another doesn't give a shit.

As long as she has nice big boobies!

- Only, the point is that in the media...

...only one type of beauty gets shown.

And I'm wondering if that bothers you.

- No, not bothered, I just change the channel.

I don't need to see any of that.

- My girlfriend is a size 12, I think she's gorgeous.

I mean, she doesn't need to change for me.

- Well, she thinks everyone is jealous of her body...

...and then she says, I haven't reached my target weight yet.

- That's interesting.

And what do you think of that, Alec?

- Sorry?

- What do you think of the image of beauty in the media?

- Ehh... I have my own preferences.

And nobody can change those.

- I think it's good.

Good that there aren't that many fat people on TV.

Bad enough that they exist, the fatsos.

- Are you insane, saying it like that?

- That's fucking bullshit, Sabina.

- Please. So, if I understand you correctly Sabina...

...you think it's alright, what the media does?

- I'm not talking about the media, I'm talking about fat people.

They're revolting.

- That's harsh.

- My sister died because she was fat.

Because she just kept on eating even though she wasn't hungry.

So what's your problem?

- Look. Not everyone can help it.

Being fat.

But yeah. Being too fat isn't healthy.

- Yeah exactly. That needed to be said.

After all, you are what you eat.

- I thought you weren't coming home tonight.

- I'm off in a minute! - Like usual.

- Sorry? - Have fun!

- Come on Lizzie.

- E-li-za-beth.

I have a name and you should use it.

And if you can't remember it, just call me Riley.

- Riley? - At least don't call me Lizzie!

I've left some money...

...so you can get a pizza...

...have you seen my card?

- It's in the drawer.

I've bought some clothes online.

- How do I look?

- For business?

- Well, this sales manager came by yesterday... and...

...well, your mother does have some urges at her ripe old age...

and he flirted right back! So...

I didn't respond to it of course but...

...we're having dinner tonight.

- Oh.

Maybe he's a serial killer. I'd be careful mom.

- He's just a very nice man.

- They always seem that way, serial killers.

In the end, they cut you to pieces.

They found a body last week, in the fields near Nijland.

Did you know that?

- He just got divorced.

You're begrudging me this, aren't you.

That's it, right?

- Just do whatever you feel like.

- Your dad, after only two months...

- Mom? Would you like a white, black, or brown one?

Coffin.

- You're going to call your dad right now!

- He's dead to me! Like you will be dead soon!

- What the hell is this! - You could all die!

Just think about it!

- If you want to watch a movie, just get one online.

I'll be home tomorrow.

- But not tonight.

- Tonight as well, yes. Because it's just dinner.

- Mom...

One more thing...

At least have safe sex? - Oh come on!

- I mean with condoms and such. You never know.

- I need to go. I'm already running late.

- Have fun!

- Was that necessary, Elizabeth?

- Yes, I'd like no. 73, Pizza Flamingo.

Yeah that one. I haven't had that one before.

OK, thanks!

- No. 73, the flamingo?

There you go. That will be 8.50.

Right, thank you.

- Oops.

Your tip.

- Men! They think that you'll jump into bed with them after one date!

So I just say "No way".

Really. Just no.

- Mom...

- You want some?

- Maybe we can save a piece for grandma.

- Most women don't like it when it hurts, so...

...you should make love carefully, or your partner should...

- Mom?

- Yeah.

- I've decided I won't go back to the Mercatus next year.

- Not that again.

- I'm searching the internet for other schools...

- You're not going to another school, Lizzie.

- You don't have any say in that!

- You don't need to shout, it's just not going to happen.

- It's not about you, it's about me!

And I'm not going back to that fucking school after summer!

- There's absolutely nothing wrong with the Mercatus.

It's a good, modern building...

...with enthusiastic young teachers...

- Yeah but I don't like it there!

Just listen for once!

- Alright.

If it's that incredibly important to you...

...then we'll look around a bit.

I'm not making any promises.

What's this?!

- Oops.

Your tip.

- What is this?

- It was uncomfortable so I took it off.

- Here? In the living room?

Nutcase.

- Elizabeth...

- Would you like some pizza?

- Will that make you stay with me for a while?

DAY 6

- A picture of her grandma?

- Let's go.

- Hey relax...

We still need to finish this shit.

- Right, OK!

- Ten points if you manage to hit the old bitch.

- OK I'm aiming for grandma. If you can't hit her, ten points for you.

- All inside! Change!

. Hey! Sorry-

- Sorry?

- Yeah, for everything.

I won't do it again.

-Sorry.

- Hi.

- Hi...

Don't you always go by bike?

- Don't you always go with Alec?

- The bus just left.

Next one is in 15 minutes.

- Are you alright?

Can I do something for you?

- Could I...

Could I come home with you?

My parents aren't home and I don't want to be alone right now.

- Yeah, that... that's alright.

- My mother isn't home.

She usually works till late.

- And your father?

- My parents are divorced.

He lives in the United States now.

With a super skinny whore.

- Alec's parents are divorced too.

- We are a better match than I thought.

- Did you say something?

- Did I say something?

- Elizabeth, really, thank you so much for letting me stay here.

I mean, I really didn't know where else to go.

I'd probably still be sitting at that stupid bus stop.

- She calls me Elizabeth...

- So sweet of you.

- Not a problem.

- I just don't get why he's being so mean!

- What do you mean?

- Well we've never argued before!

- Maybe it's better if you tell me what happened.

- It's just so stupid, this entire fight is about nothing...

- Alec! A child!

Like it's a spam email that you can delete by clicking a button!

You've done the right thing Alec.

Maybe you should try calling him again.

- If that loser wants to talk to me, he can call me himself.

What a worthless shit.

- Do you want something to drink?

- What do you have? - Orange juice.

- Yeah, fine.

I just don't understand...

...I mean, I'm still living with my parents...

...he still lives with his mother, who by the way is never home...

...who's going to take care of the child?

I mean, that's just not possible.

What are you doing?

- I'm just getting things ready for dinner tonight.

- Alec just doesn't get that we can't give that child what it needs.

Do you ever watch that talk show?

- Yeah, that talk show... yeah...

- It was on that as well, just one big ball of misery.

- Yeah, yeah of course...

It's all just... fucked up... and...

- I can't be a teen mom!

- Shit! Nothing wrong, don't worry!

- How can we ever raise that child, it's impossible!

- So... that talk show said that...

...you're better off getting rid of it?

- Yeah well, that's sort of what they said on the show.

- Would you like to see my room?

- OK.

- I've...

I've got a pet rat.

- Sweet of you.

- What? That I've got a rat?

- That you're letting me stay with you.

Alec already told me that you're kind of nice, really.

Do you have a boyfriend too?

- No.

Not yet.

- I should be going soon.

- Why?

- It will be 8 before I get home, and I still need to do my French.

- We can do it together?

- She wants to go to Alec...

...to make up with him.

- I know.

- Did you say something?

- Did I say something?

- We're friends now, OK?

- I'll walk you to the bus stop, but can I go to the toilet first?

- Of course.

- Maybe...

Maybe they don't work on her!

Could be?

Grandma...

- It's going to be alright, sweetheart.

- What's his name?

- Sattnin.

That's what Elvis called his mother.

Do you know Elvis Presley?

- I feel a bit dizzy.

- Happens to me too sometimes!

Come and sit down.

It will pass quicker that way.

- Hey Elizabeth! What are you doing outside this late?

- It's not that late yet, is it?

It's not yet... not yet 8 o'clock!

- What have you got over there?

- Oh this, this is for the dump...

...there's so much junk. It's... it's squeaky!

- I could put some oil in those wheels for you?

- No, no! I'm getting a new one!

From my dad. An American one.

- Sure I can't help you with this?

- It's fine, it's just some junk.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow is the big day.

- I'm home.

- Do you want some tea?

- Wonderful!

Thank you.

Ow, I've got a blinding headache.

I'm heading off to bed.

- Night night!

- Lizzie?

Have you seen my sleeping pills?

- I don't know. What am I supposed to do with them?

- Well, they're gone.

- Or you've run out. - Run out.

- Yeah, run out. Isn't that possible?

You take them often.

- Really?

Well, then I'll just have to do without.

- Grandma, are you awake?

- Yes.

- Grandma, everything happens for a reason, right?

- What do you mean, sweetheart?

- Riley and Alec fighting...

...that was a sign. A confirmation.

Because of that, I could finally understand.

That's why I could finally think clearly... right?

- This stuff is undrinkable.

- So why are you drinking it?

- My body is full of cancer.

My stomach can't hold anything down.

This is the only thing left.

- What is it?

- It's got everything. I could keep going until I'm 100.

As if I'd want to.

Look Riley, I...

I don't feel sorry for you.

What's happening here is simply natural.

It's part of life.

Sometimes it's necessary for two people to trade places.

Share and share alike.

Hey. Are you paying attention?

I'm only claiming what is mine.

Do you want something to drink?

Don't worry, I'm only going to make a small hole.

You're drinking too fast.

You're going to get hungry but I have a solution.

DAY 7

- Liz, I'm off! You'll be OK right?

- Yeah, have a good day at work!

"If you brush your lips with a toothbrush, they become...

...beautifully red and smooth."

- Riley Konings?

Riley Konings is not here?

- I don't know where she is, I can't reach her.

- Right. I'll make a note in the attendance log.

And I'll ask if she's called in sick.

- I'll drop by her house after school.

- Yeah, maybe she's just late.

- Or she overslept!

Could be?

- But lardbag is wide awake!

- Has someone authorized you for this purchase?

- What do you mean?

- Do you have a prescription?

- I'm buying it just because.

- Just because.

- Yeah, just in case I've been sick and can't hold down my food.

- It's not meant for that.

This is meant for feeding tubes. It's a liquid meal.

For people who are ill and can't eat anymore.

- Yeah but my grandmother needs them too.

So I'd still like to buy it.

- You realize that this isn't lemonade?

You've gotten your period.

So you weren't pregnant after all.

Well, this is not acceptable.

Is that satin?

That's how it feels.

I got you banana and chocolate.

You should have 6 of these bottles a day, but...

...I'm giving you 3.

Since you're hardly using up any energy.

And we don't want you to get too fat.

Good, that's it.

- Where were you? - Sorry?

- Just now! You never go outside.

- There wasn't anything on TV.

- I was thinking...

...maybe we should go away for the weekend.

- What?

- We never do anything together.

We could book a hotel.

- Why?

- Well, I'm away a lot.

And sometimes I feel a bit guilty about that.

I thought it would be good...

...some quality time with my daughter.

- I've got exams next week so it's really not a good time.

Some other time, OK?

I'm off to bed now.

- But I thought... - Night mom!

Thanks dad. You're good for something after all.

"Money from daddy: 500 euro"

DAY 8

- Can everyone hear me?

Upstairs as well?

Since the day before yesterday, after school...

...nobody has seen or heard anything of Riley Konings.

Nobody.

Her parents are very, very worried and the police...

...don't want to rule out anything at the moment.

That's why I would like to know if there is anyone...

...who has seen or spoken to Riley since the day before yesterday...

Through text message, whatsapp, email... all that counts as well...

Nobody?

Please all think carefully and say something if you have...

...because it's of the utmost importance.

Right, and another announcement...

...the police is here for the investigation.

Please don't get in their way and...

...cooperate when they ask you for your help.

Was that...

- Yeah, that was good.

- In my opinion that bitch simply ran off with a loverboy.

- She's a whore, that's all.

- Wrapped around the finger of one of those pimps, ha!

Horny slutty street skank, she is.

Calm down!

- You know it all so well don't you!

- Idiot!

- Go on, tell me how you know all that?

- You hear things. Wouldn't be the first one, right?

- First what? - First whore.

- OK, let me handle this.

Because Sabina, you know all about this, right?

Since your mother is a whore as well.

- What's your problem? Fucking heap of blubber.

- Gosh Sabina...

...I didn't know that about your mother.

- It's difficult to simply pick up where we left off...

...but that's what we are going to do.

- Eh, sir?

Do you think Riley...

...well... do you think she's dead?

- I don't know. How am I supposed to know that?

- She hasn't whatsapped me for ages.

- She could just have run away. Then she'll be back like usual.

- There!

- Alec.

Yes. Can you come with me please?

You can leave your things here.

- So that was the last time you saw her.

- I've tried to reach her but she hasn't been in touch.

She's angry with me, I think.

- What was the fight about?

- Something.

- Something... that's rather vague.

- Her period was a few days late.

- Did she do a pregnancy test? - How should I know.

We didn't talk about that.

- Then what did you talk about?

- About...

...if she was pregnant, should she keep it or not.

- And? What did you want?

- She wanted an abortion.

And I didn't, no matter what.

- How long have you been dating?

- OK everyone, homework for next week.

Chapter 6.

Oh, Elizabeth?

Could you take Alec's bag with you?

- Sure! - Thank you.

- I'm not finished with you. Fat bitch.

"Where are you? I'm trying to reach you, please let me know you're OK. Hello? Why aren't you answering?"

- So the last time you saw her was in the dance club.

- Yeah. She was furious.

- And so now you think that she...

- She had 400 euros.

Maybe she's trying to get an abortion with that money after all.

- I think you know more than you're telling us.

- I've said everything.

- What have you done?

- Nothing!

- That pregnancy was inconvenient for you.

- Of course! But...

I'm aware of my responsibility.

- Yeah, yeah, keep on bullshitting me.

You simply thought, I can't deal with this.

What happened after the dance club?

- Nothing.

- And now she's gone.

Do you think that's nothing!

- Fedde! Please.

- He's killed her and dumped the body, that's as clear as day.

- May I please point out to you...

- No you may not!

First, he's going to tell me what happened!

- Fedde! Could you please go outside for a minute?

Get some fresh air.

- Pain in the ass.

- Sorry about that.

He's retired so...

Please don't take it personal.

- I really don't know. - Don't worry.

He's an old man and he doesn't mean anything bad by it.

His prostate and his stomach are bothering him and then...

...he just gets a bit crabby.

But anyway.

What were we talking about?

- Do I need a lawyer or something?

- Hmm, no.

At least, if you're speaking the truth and aren't hiding anything.

- I'm not hiding anything.

Honest.

- Alec! Alec. Your bag.

If there's anything I can do for you...

What was it like?

- Where can she be?

- She'll turn up eventually.

You shouldn't worry so much.

It's going to be OK.

- That Alec boy has nothing to do with it.

- And you're saying that now?

The parents of Alec want to file a complaint.

- Not my problem. I'm retired.

- But I'm not! Idiot.

- That girl is wandering around in the big city somewhere...

...and is afraid to come home.

So. What do you think?

- Go ahead. Columbo.

- Keep a close eye on everything around that boy.

No, not that boy! The other one.

- I... I thought...

- You know what?

Love is blind. You're no longer sharp, you miss signals...

- Yes, I thought that I...

- Yeah, I, I, I... That's three I's in an unfinished sentence.

I know all I need to know.

The case, Saar. The case.

Well, we should probably stop using that office chair, ha!

Won't be able to get that one clean.

Cooperate a little bit, Riley.

39.95 euro.

That way I can keep an eye on you.

I'll wipe your bottom, alright?

Riley! What do you want?

Do you want all that shit to stay there?

That's going to get infected!

That's what you get when you oppose me!

Sorry, sorry.

I shouldn't have hit you, sorry.

I'm going to wipe your bottom now, OK?

You've got pretty skin.

I'll get pretty skin like that.

Riley's got a bald cunt.

I need to have one as well.

A bald cut... cunt!

Off with the fluff.

DAY 9

- Riley and I had a fight on Wednesday night...

...and people have seen us fight.

- So what?

- Shit man, simply not knowing where your own chick is.

And all that fucking police on top of that.

It's fucked up man.

- We'll all get questioned.

- Yeah but not as much as me!

- It's a really really shitty mess.

- If only they can find her.

- Alec!

Alec! Alec...

ls there something maybe... that I can do for you?

- What can you do?

- I mean... I thought, maybe...

...maybe together we could...

- Thanks. It's alright.

You're a good person.

- Elizabeth?

The police wants to talk to you.

- Can you tell me the first thing you think of...

...when you think of Riley Konings?

No thinking, just what pops into your head.

- She was seeing Alec Leeuwenburg.

- Was?

- Is.

Do you know anything yet?

- So you think she's dead.

- No, why?

- Was. You said, "was seeing".

- I always think the worst.

- Did you notice anything in the days before she disappeared?

- No.

I hardly ever spoke to her...

...speak. Speak to her.

- Where were you Wednesday afternoon, after school?

- Took the bus home.

- Which bus? - Bus 70.

- Oh. That's strange Elizabeth.

I've got a list here with passengers on board bus 70...

...and your name isn't on it.

- I always stay at school a bit longer.

- Why is that?

- Look. I get bullied a lot. And...

...if I stay at school for a while, they can't do that.

- And who are those bullies?

- I'm not going to say.

- Why not?

- I don't want you to interfere and then I'll be in even more trouble.

- We'll treat this information as confidential.

- Jeremy Volkers...

...Sebastiaan Slagmolen, and...

...and Sabina de Ruiter.

- And... what is it that they do?

- They wait for me and then...

...then they do things.

- What kind of things?

- The things they do to you, do they do those to other kids as well?

- Sabina and Riley aren't...

...they aren't friends, if that's what you mean.

And because they found the body of a 17 year old girl...

...in that same region, the police suspects...

...this is the same perpetrator.

- Do you know that girl?

- Which girl?

- That Romy. - Riley.

- Yeah, something like that.

- She was in my class.

- Really? And you never mentioned this?

- No. People get sick all the time.

- I hope they find her soon.

Such a sad thing.

- Are you going out tonight?

- I've got an appointment.

- Did you put down some money for pizza?

I've been so stupid.

"Was"! I said "was"!

And it's all your fault, do you understand?

You're just sitting here...

...eating the shirt off my back with those nutridrinks.

That's it...

That's it!

Sabina.

You're a cunt.

Hi, this is Sabina's voice-mail, please leave a message.

DAY 10

- I've got to have a cigarette.

Hey, that's my phone.

- And then you'll get to it a second too late, like always.

- Here, this is your bag right?

- What's this doing in your bag?

- Give me that.

- Hey, what's Riley's diary doing in your bag!

- How am I supposed to know! Someone put it there!

- It's really hers.

- We need to give that to the police.

- Don't say it's from my bag.

- Hello! It is from your bag, isn't it?

- Someone's trying to fuck with me.

- Elizabeth.

- Hi!

- Were you there as well?

- Where?

- When they found Riley's diary. What do you think of that?

- Weird.

Maybe it's not Riley's diary?

- No, it is hers.

The question is, how did it end up in Sabina's bag?

- Borrowed it?

- She says she's never seen the thing before.

Certainly not borrowed it or put it in her bag.

- Yeah but I'd say the same thing.

- Oh really?

- Yeah. Of course.

Would you really say that you already had that diary?

That would make you look suspicious.

- Are you coming with me?

To the police station.

- What am I doing here?

- I'll show you.

- Explain to me why Riley called you.

- I don't know that!

Someone's trying to fuck me over, I'm telling you.

- You know very well.

- Yeah, here's where we're going.

- Yes, that's her. No doubt about it. - Yes indeed.

- Game over. Elizabeth.

- But I...

Trying to escape!

I take such good care of you!

Alec.

Alec, it's not what you think.

Alec, you know...

You're going to forget her eventually.

I've thought about it and...

...we can just find a spot in the woods and throw her in a hole.

Eventually, nobody is going to question things anymore.

Are we going to do this together Alec?

Alec, I... I want to give you everything.

Do you want to have sex?

Alec, I want to give you everything!

Alec, wait!

Alec!

- Hi, good evening... no. 32?

- I've got the money inside.

Come along with me?

- That will be 8.50...

...but you already knew that.

Well, you're a bit cheeky!

Go on.

- It's my first time.

- And to what do I owe the honor, if I may ask?

- I just want to know how I'm supposed to do it.

- You can lick it.

What's your name?

- Riley.

My name's Riley.

- Well, my prostate has seen better days.

Are you writing everything down?

- What should I write down, then?

That you're taking a leak in the middle of the night?

- You always need to write down everything.

If you're on a stake-out you need...

- I'm not on a stake-out. - This is a stake-out!

- It's up to me to decide what to do in my spare time.

- What have you got so far?

- A pizza delivery guy who's staying inside for far too long.

- How long?

Oh. That long?

- Yeah.

- Well, then he's probably more than just a...

...pizza delivery guy.

Well. You don't need to arrest people for fucking.

Soon, that boy will come outside, the lights will go out...

...girl goes to sleep.

- Exactly.

And I'm staying right here.

I've had my eye on that guy for some time now.

- But to stay here all night waiting for that guy!

- Then why not go home!

If you don't want to wait all night!

Walk for a bit, have a nice shower, hit the pillow...

...and then I'll see you tomorrow. Fresh as a daisy. OK?

- I've got a brother in Amsterdam.

We work together sometimes.

That works out pretty well.

We've been looking for a nice girl for some time now.

A nice girl like you.

- For what?

- Riley... a beautiful name.

Don't see it as a job.

See it as having fun with friends of mine.

We organize big parties and concerts.

In cities like Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Utrecht...

We're always looking for the right people.

Maybe you're interested?

Just think about it. OK?

Here.

You can call me anytime.

- OK. What are we up to?

- What we're up to? Having a chat with him.

- Whoa. Not so fast!

Let's follow our loverboy for a while.

Maybe he's got friends that are useful to us.

Maybe I should...

DAY 11

- I don't know her! I'm telling you!

- I will make it clear to you.

For those loverboy activities of you and your buds...

...you're going to do time anyway.

But this is kidnapping.

And if you've killed her, then I will personally make sure...

...that you'll be locked up for good.

- I'm telling you, I don't know that bitch!

- Bitch? Just look at this again. Look close!

- I don't know her!

- What were you doing at Elizabeth's house last night?

- Don't know her either. - Oh, you don't know her either?

I've seen you go inside with my own two eyes.

- Oh really? - Really!

- Then you need glasses. Just like him!

- You're a busy bee aren't you. Busy busy busy.

And delivering pizzas as well...

Or do you call that recruiting?

What were you doing at Elizabeth's?

Or Lizzie. That's OK too.

- I don't know any Elizabeth.

Or any Lizzie!

- You stayed inside for a suspiciously long time, last night.

Was she such a great fuck?

- Oh, that one!

Her name isn't Elizabeth.

It's Riley.

- Fuck, Fedde. Fuck!

- Saar!

- Look! That's Elizabeth!

Is she wearing a wig?

Page 50 guys !

- We've moved on from sweet sixteen! Let's go for the ripe ones, hey?

- Wrong book.

- Because of that bitch I've been interrogated for an hour.

- Oh no, let it go! Sabina!

You're only going to get shit for it!

- I'm home!

Liz?

Lizzie?

- Troll. I want to talk with you for a second.

- Hi Sabina.

- That diary, did you put it in my bag?

- Yeah, how did you get your hands on it?

That's my diary.

- It's not yours, it's Riley's.

- Exactly. Riley's.

- You're just fucking with me. But I...

- Liz, are you upstairs?

Liz?

- Alec!

Alec, I want to talk to you!

Alec, just wait, I...

Alec!

- Where's Saar? - No idea.

- But she was on her way here!

- We were called here on an anonymous tip, so we're heading in.

- Hey, Mike!

Michael, do you know...

- Hi, Mourad. It's me.

It's Riley.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Elizabeth, I... - Riley.

- Riley. Of course.

I thought so. You're looking good Riley.

- Thank you!

I've put in a lot of effort.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- You can.

- OK. Good.

Because there's a few things that I don't understand.

- Oh? It's really simple.

- It is? Not for me.

That guy for example, that Moroccan guy... Mourad.

- Oh, you don't want to get involved in that.

He's a loverboy.

- OK, so you...

- I'm pregnant!

With Alec's child.

- Well, right...

- We'll find a way to deal with it.

- Yes, of course.

- About Elizabeth... I'm wondering where she is.

- Nobody has to worry about Elizabeth anymore.

- Do you think she's still alive?

- She's an ugly girl.

Not really an eyecatcher.

Look, ugly girls don't have it easy.

Not like you... or me.

- Do you want to come outside with me?

We can talk easier there.

It smells pretty bad in here.

DAY 1

Come. We need to go home.

It's just you and me now.