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What, exactly, happened to me?
-You were gunned down.

Eva.
-You lost your baby.

Peter, even if you did see her,
which is most improbable...

she's your ex-girlfriend.
I have to report this.

Damn. The judge will decide...

Don't make things worse.
-I'm not. Let go.

Were you in contact with these boys today?
-No. I was just passing by.

Was Marten the one who tried
to pull you into a car?

You will help me, once you're free.
That's in three weeks.

I want you to watch Sem.

You need to get in touch with his tutor.

She's on one of those dating apps.
It'll be a piece of cake for you.

Cool man.

Carl.

I can't imagine that everything's gone,
so I thought...

I understand.

What's that?

This, here, is the abdominal wall.

And this, here, is a muscle.

Scar tissue.

And this is where your two ovaries
should be, and...

That's where the uterus should be.

I'm sorry.

Mom, should we call?
-No.

I don't know. Could you...
-You're going to watch your sister.

Okay?

Couldn't you hold her for a while?
-No, I'm holding this. Got it?

What are you doing?

Max, what are you doing?

Don't act weird!
-You're supposed to watch her.

You watch her.

Max, get over here. Scoot. Come here.

Hi.

Hi. He was going to watch her.

Hey, Roos. Do you remember me?
Hey.

There's nothing to do here.
How long have you lived here?

Running errands is as fun as it gets here,
preferably without a crying child.

Oh, well. Max hasn't done
what I've asked him to for ages.

He strikes me as rather young
to babysit. Isn't he?

I mean, I bet he'd rather play soccer.
-Yes, well. Life is no picnic, is it?

I've got loads of time, so if you want,
I could babysit more often.

You don't even have to pay me.

Are you on disability?

What's wrong with you?

I... I had an accident.
I was in the hospital for a while.

I don't remember much about my life
before the accident.

I see.

Memory loss?

It's a bit spotty.

Your... mascara.
-Oh.

The Neighbors
Season 2

Lilly!
What are you doing?

Carl. Good, Carl. Hey.

You didn't block me, did you?
Or are you interested in someone else?

What do you mean "block" you?
I don't even know how.

I can leave voice messages.

Neat, huh?

Lilly, your voice!
You sound like you're 30.

Charmer.

What are you doing?

Working.

Send me a photo.

Penitentiary Institution...
for repeat offenders...

I don't know...

Sorry that I left you hanging.
An emergency came up.

An emergency, Carl?
In a penitentiary institution?

Penitentiary Institution Almere

The PI Almere, yes.
We had some trouble with a detainee.

Hi.

How's it going?

I called the hospital
where your ex was admitted.

Eva.

She's been discharged.

She's home.

They hushed it up, so she can put
her life back together in peace.

It's quite possible that you did see her
at the shopping center.

Peter...

I'm not trying to get your hopes up.
Eva is no-go area, understood?

Thank you.

Okay.

And...

I'd prefer it if Wolkers didn't know
I told you this.

Ladies and gentlemen, as we said,
Marten Versteeg is being released.

There's no reason for us
to hold him any longer.

There's no evidence
that he really was the pedophile.

We searched his computer,
his office has been notified,

he's been interrogated about it

and nothing indicates an excessive
interest in minors, nor any crime.

Hello. There were two witnesses.
-Must a child be raped...

or killed before it's taken seriously?
-Your concern is being taken seriously.

But we can't hold him for no reason,
without evidence.

In this country, a man is still
innocent until proven guilty.

Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down.
Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Upon further investigation,
we think it most likely...

that the boy was approached
by his father.

Steef Blok escaped from PI Almere
that same day...

and has been on the run ever since.

Did you know Max played soccer with Sem?
-Yes.

We told him not to, didn't we?
-Well, you did.

Yes, and there was a reason.

Max lied to the police for him.
-He was protecting his father.

Of course he would.

Honey, don't get so upset.
-Don't get so upset?

They're covering for an escaped convict.
-Can you hear yourself?

Know why the house across the way was
empty so long?

Eva was in the hospital.
An accident.

And she wants to babysit Roos for free.
-For free? Why?

She's on disability. Memory loss.
-Well, I don't like it.

What do you mean you don't like it?

Let someone with a faulty memory
babysit our kids? Are you nuts?

I don't do these shifts for fun, you know.

And Max's babysitting is...
It's not working.

So... And she offered, herself.

Another new dress?
-Yes, it was on sale.

If you spent less, we could pay for daycare.
-Nice. Right? Pretty.

Horny, too.

My father was buried today.
And I couldn't be there.

And I can't talk to anyone about it.

Then it helps to...
pamper yourself a little.

Well, anyway...

I... I trust her, okay?

My intuition says that she's really okay.

We don't know anything about her.
-Maybe not. But I see how she is.

She's so patient with Roos.
She's really comfortable with her.

Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Are you going to sleep now?

Hello? Want to feel?
It's nice fabric. This. Hey.

Well, just quick then, okay?

And what does your intuition say about this?

dad riddles daughter with buckshot

What a fucking mess.

Mom, did you wash my gym clothes?

But actually, Eva is just a victim.
That doesn't make her a bad babysitter.

Can you hear yourself?
-Yes.

Max, you can wear them again, I'm sure.
Just spray them with your dad's deodorant.

Where there's smoke, there's fire.
Tell Max to stay away from Marten.

He didn't do anything.
-No, that's the point.

What would you do if you were him?

I don't think he's very grateful.
-You tell him. He doesn't listen to me.

Max?

The man you guys accused is out of jail.
So, watch out.

And keep away from Sem, okay?

Yes, but...
-Understood?

Later.

Go ahead and look.

It can't be easy for that kid.

She looks fun.

More fun than Jessica, anyway.

And you have no idea who these people are?
-These are my parents.

That's my sister.

And this was in Rome.
At least, that's what it says.

And this is here.
-Apparently, I taught there.

But you can't remember that?

Not really.

Jesus. I really can't imagine.

It seems so bizarre.

I kept wandering through the house
and staring at those photos.

And I walked into town, but...

Nothing's coming back to me.

But you do know who your parents are?
And your sister?

Yes. It's weird.

And I don't even know if a certain part
of my memory is gone, or certain people.

Or both.

In any case, I can't remember anything
from right before the accident.

And...

You call it an accident?

I... I don't really know.

I would try everything I could.

Pills, hypnosis... I couldn't stand it.

It's not all gone.
It's in your brain, somewhere.

My brain.
-Yes, exactly. It...

You just can't access it right now.

Well... Whatever.
Everyone has a past.

Things they'd rather not...

they'd rather not share.

Have you thought about my offer to babysit?
-Yes.

Yes, and I really think
it's a very nice offer.

Lex does, too. But he just wants to know
a few things about you.

He's just on edge because of that pedophile.

And... And because you
don't remember things.

Well, he's just scared
that you'd forget Roos or something.

So...

She sure did sleep well, didn't she?

Hey, neighbor.
-Problems?

No. On the contrary.
I thought I could use a carwash.

A wash and wax will protect the paint job.

I've got to go. Have a nice day.
-Okay.

Hi.
-A wash and wax.

Yes.
-And maybe you could...

Hello.
-Hello.

Which detainee are you here to see?
-I'm not here for a detainee.

I'm here to see Carl Dijkma,
your colleague.

Carl Dijkma.
-He works here.

May I see proof of identification?
-Alright.

Alright.

Ma'am, all physical contact is prohibited.
You have one hour. Go through security.

I see.

Please proceed.
Place your purse in the box, please.

Go ahead.

Come over here.

Spread your arms.

Get your purse.

Lilly.

Well...
-Welcome.

If I'd said I was in jail,
you never would have come.

I wanted to do everything I could
to be able to meet you.

And when I saw your photo...
I felt like I'd won the lottery. Really.

I saw a woman who had it together.

You're beautiful.

And strong.

And I saw a woman
who had seen some sorrows.

But she doesn't look to the past,
but the future.

I've got the rest of my life ahead of me.
I'm going to seize it and enjoy it, right?

But I'm almost done here.
I've been here for a couple of months.

I did some dumb things.

I got a little too creative with
bookkeeping. And I made a pretty penny.

And I've learned my lesson.
I won't do it again.

And you?

Tell me about yourself.

I'm a widow.

Well, I... Indeed, I thought:
I've got many years ahead of me.

This is a bit overwhelming.

How long have you been a widow?
-Two years.

I was married for 24 years,
and it wasn't always easy.

But we did have a nice life together.
-Nice.

A butterfly.

A bouquet?

Sunset.

Some kind of nightmare.

A mountain?

I don't know. Is it a mountain?

Something from my youth?

You probably won't be satisfied
until I say it's Eva, my ex.

It's not Eva. It's a black blob. And here's
a red blob, a green blob and a blue blob.

Here you go. Those are serious answers.
-I...

I've decided to expunge
your slip-up from your file.

Because... I'm not crazy.

I think it was also partially attributable
to your chaperone's lack of experience.

That's it?

And they get even more followers...

What's it made of?
-CS is a chemical, an invention...

It's certainly important.
Otherwise, it looks unkempt.

All kinds of stories about you are popping
up from other women here or, you know...

Hello?
-Hi, Lilly. Is this a bad time?

No.
-Okay.

Not really.
-I just had to call you again...

to find out if you'd survived the visit.
-Yes, I did.

You did?
-Yes, I survived.

Look, jail isn't the best place
to meet each other. I get it.

I mean... And to let love bloom.

But I'm begging you, on my knees,
to come by again.

Until I'm released.

Because with you,
a bright new future is dawning.

Lilly? Was that a yes?

I'd love to come again.
-Okay.

Hey, I've got to hang up now.
I'll see you soon.

Goodnight.

That man was released. Marten.
-He'll be pissed.

Maybe we should apologize to him.
-What for?

Well, falsely accusing someone is
a punishable offense.

Do you have any questions?

Yes, but more for myself.
For my subconscious.

That's why I'm here.
-Okay.

Are there major events from the past
that still play a role?

It helps if you have a specific question.

Once you've drunk this up...

keep that question in mind.

The immediate effect will last
four to eight hours.

But in the weeks and even months to come,
it could bring any number of insights.

Dear Eva...

Yes, yes. Yes, that's it.
Good. Good. Yes.

Where should I...

Maybe everything is gone.
-You have to be careful.

You're resisting it.

Keep your hands off of our children!!!

My father says we'd better stay away.
-But he didn't do anything. Come on.

Hello. We want to tell you that we're sorry.
We were mistaken.

And we can help you clean off
that nasty graffiti, if you want.

Well then.

Cookie?

Aren't you thirsty?

Do you...

have any idea what you've started
with your false accusation?

You branded me.

For good.

And cleaning those words off
the front of the house won't solve that.

They're etched into the collective memory
of the people who live in this neighborhood.

They can't stand me now.

People give me dirty looks.
-We could put letters in the mailboxes...

saying we really were mistaken.

Sure. Well, you want to make it up to me.

I could use some help
stacking wood in the shed.

To keep my wood-burning stove well stoked.

What do you call a retired, gay chef?
You don't know? No?

A sly slider.

Hey, and do you know where
the biggest whorehouse in Rotterdam is?

It's the Feyenoord stadium.
There, you can be sure you'll be screwed.

Shut up, man. Before I lose my patience
and yank your tongue out.

Relax, man. I was joking.
-Then I can forget about my leave.

My 72 hours of freedom.

When you get out,
could you do something for me?

Could you mail a letter for me?
-A letter?

It must be a very special letter,
if it can't go out with the regular mail.

Are you planning to escape?

How much do you want?
-You're assuming I'll do it?

I'd be running a big risk.

No one needs to know.

Hand-delivered?

Oh, I see. Then of course,
I'd also have to buy an envelope.

And a stamp.

All that paper is going to run up my bill.

Then we're talking about 200 or so.

Okay.

Once, a boy got lost in these woods.
Yes...

He wasn't heard from for months.

He said he wanted to build a hut.

But then he didn't come home.
Not the next evening, either.

And not the next evening, either.
They never heard from him again.

Until one day, an old couple lost their dog
while walking here.

And the dog was over there, barking.
And whining.

Next to that boy.

And was he dead?

Devoured by wild boars.
His bones were all that remained.

We're playing hide-and-seek.

I have to get out of here.
Did it work?

Of course. You know me.
Now, I'm hot in Zonnewijk.

But you didn't feel anything?

And you don't see any pink spots
or suddenly think: Shit. That's how it was?

No?
-No, I do feel good, though. Very relaxed.

As if there's a load off my shoulders.
But what?

Maybe I should give it a try, too.
-Well, that man, or that shaman...

He said: Ayahuasca shows you
what you can handle at this point in time.

So, maybe I'm just not ready for it.
-Is Sem with you?

No.
-Hey, Eva.

It's good to see you.
-That's Jessica. Sem lives with her.

The boys were supposed to go play soccer,
but that was a couple of hours ago.

Sem was supposed to be back ages ago.
He's got a soccer game, and...

he's always coming home late,
but not when he's got a game.

I've been trying to call him for a long
time, but I can't get ahold of him.

Fuck.

Yo, hey. Here, your chick.

Stef?

What do you mean?
Did you call him?

God dammit. I'm coming.
I've got to step out for a bit.

I suggest we split up.

A few pairs can cover the neighborhood.

The rest can search the woods.

I'll take the circle woods.
Who's going with me? You?

Who will take the wetlands?
Cathedral Forest?

Has anyone tried Marten's?
-No.

You take Roos home. I'll join the search.

Right. You again.
-Have you seen my son?

No.
-Oh, no?

Are you going to punch me again?
Even though I have nothing to do with it?

This time, I won't let it slide.

This time, I'll file an assault charge.
Defamation of character.

What did you think?
That I'd stay here?

I hope you're right.
Otherwise I'll come after you.

Wherever you go.

Sem. Max.
-Max.

Sem.
-Where are you?

Max.
-Hey.

Come on, Sem.
-Max?

Max.
-Sem.

Hey, come on out.
-Sem.

Hey, Max?
-Sem.

Max?
-Sem.

Max.
-Sem.

Max?
-Max.

Sem.
-Sem.

Max.
-Where are you?

Help.

Help. Come on.
-Oh, shit. Max...

Max. Max.
-Help, help.

Max... Hang on.
-Help.

OK...
-Help. Help.

Max?

Max...
-Help. Help us.

Max. Max.
-Help. Set us free.

I've got you. I've got you.

I've got them. I've got them.
I've got them.

Oh, Sem. Sem...

Show me. Does it hurt?
No, let me see.

You're too cold.
-Come here.

Do you want to go to bed?
-Yes.

What, does it hurt?
-What are you doing?

The woods?
-I don't know.

Eva?

Thank you.

Is your girlfriend, Eva, horny?

Do you have a problem?
-No.

Hey. Supervisor?

Maybe you don't give a damn that my dad is
dead, but I could use a pick-me-up.

What is it?
-Nitrous oxide.

Nitrous oxide?
- Are you trying to blow me up?

It will ensure that you win.

Don't open it. Don't open it.