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I pushed Marianne by accident from the stairs.

If the jury believes that Julie pushed Marianne down the stairs, then you are acquitted.

But if they don't believe it was an accident, then you're in trouble.

The moment the victim heard something, she turned around.

One of the perpetrators hit her.

The hits are not the cause of death, let alone the probable fall from the stairs.

The victim was stung by the perpetrators in a plastic bag.

Dick wasn't even home when she died.

I asked him if he could remember everything well, since he was quite intoxicated.

I'm going home.

You can do it.

Why did your dad act so strange during the reconstruction?

Dad hit Marianne's head with an iron bar.

I helped him, but he kicked me.

How do you deal with a client who has lied to you for two years?

And how do you deal with your defense?

Maybe you're still at school.

I'm going to bed.

I'm sorry.

I should have walked. I was looking for someone else for a long time.

What was that?

That tour tomorrow. Will that work?

Anneke threw me out.

I'm going to text her.

God damn it.

Sorry.

Actually, she thinks you hit her.

Katje, Katje.

You have to stop saying things like that about me.

What did you do?

God damn it.

Marianne.

God damn it.

God damn it.

You're not going to do it, are you?

No, I'm not going to.

I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to die.

They're already gone.

I drank so much, I really don't remember anymore.

I only remember pieces.

I know I was drinking.

I know I came home.

Marianne was lying there.

That tennis was in front of me.

But that blood...

I was covered in blood.

Julie was right.

What if I...

Marianne, don't get involved in what happened.

You'll be judged for it.

Julie?

What are you doing?

I'm here to defend you.

Julie has her own lawyer.

If I did it, then...

They have to fire me.

You'll stay with your statement.

And don't say anything else.

Let me talk.

Frank, I did it.

It's what the jury thinks.

We have to worry about that.

I saw Marianne.

I swear.

Mrs. Verlinde, did you have a sleepless night

after Julie's confession?

That's nice of you to worry about, but I won't answer that.

Are you...

What is it?

Ask Renard.

The door was open when I got here.

Nothing forced?

Then the door opened with the key.

Good afternoon.

You are Mrs. Komitsa?

Yes, I called you.

We have a break-in.

My daughter can tell you where the kitchen is.

Mom, seriously? I didn't do it.

No, and Jun doesn't know either.

She was the only one with the key.

It's a statement. I don't think...

Murat, the door won't open on its own.

We'll note your statement.

You don't believe I did it.

I was here to help you.

Mom, I would never...

All your life you've been causing us problems.

The news.

An exciting day in the case of the Assepoester murder.

Since yesterday, the cards are different.

After her father kept his hand on his head for 2 years...

Julie Bergman confirms the version of the package.

She says there are 2 perpetrators.

And that Julie and Anton Bergman...

committed the murder on Marianne Koens.

It's up to the defense lawyers to adjust their strategy.

Because today they have to keep their lock.

For father and daughter,

Julie's confession is a dream scenario.

Katrien.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I just wanted to say that Jacob...

He's not a normal guy.

Did you think he was charming?

I saw him at the parking lot yesterday.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were exaggerating.

I think you should tell the chairman.

What does he have to do with it?

He can throw you out.

But that's not possible if someone like that is in the jury.

It's only 2 days.

Then I'm done.

Mrs. Bergman.

Yesterday you adjusted your statement about your vision of the facts.

Do you stay with that last statement?

Yes, Mrs. Koester.

Tell us what really happened that night.

Dad was acting weird during the party.

He was in a bad mood.

Suddenly everyone left.

Then he had a big fight with Marianne.

I left for my training.

When I came back...

I saw my iron bar hitting Marianne's head.

Then he hit again.

Marianne fell to the ground.

He was still shaking, but it didn't hurt anymore.

Dad was just standing there.

I tried to call the ambulance.

But she didn't answer.

She was already dead.

I wanted dad to help me, but he didn't hear me.

He was very drunk.

Then he said...

Juliet, hold her legs.

Tell her it was an accident.

We carried Marianne to the basement together.

And pushed her off the stairs.

Dad said go to the party and pretend nothing happened.

I threw my clothes in the sink.

I took my bike and left.

Yes, Mrs. Bergman.

If you want to share something with us, now is the time.

Sorry, Juliet.

I want you to know...

the day you were born...

something happened to me.

I didn't know it was possible.

I was in love.

And so was mom.

We were such a good couple.

You were such a happy child.

And...

then mom got sick.

I saw how hard it was for you.

And how much you missed mom.

I was so...

I tried to reach you.

I was looking for you.

But...

I couldn't find you.

And...

Marianne was there.

I just wanted to be happy again.

To see you happy.

I didn't want to see you.

I thought of women.

I didn't want you to forget mom.

Never.

Never.

Damn it.

I didn't do the right thing.

If I had known you'd be so angry...

I wouldn't have done it.

I asked Marianne and my daughter to help me.

Mr. Chairman, I'd like to discuss my credits.

No, that's not necessary.

Everything went according to my daughter's instructions.

Frank, stop.

It's been enough.

You should have done it.

Mr. Bergman.

I confirm everything my daughter said.

It's in your words.

Does that mean you did everything to make it look like an accident?

And the iron rod you were talking about?

What did you do with it?

I put it in a dirty bag.

I threw it in a container with building waste.

According to the law, Marianne Koens died of suffocation.

Tell me how you did it.

I don't remember.

Mr. Bergman.

It seems simple to me.

Did you poison Marianne Koens?

Yes.

Yes.

How did you do it?

Down the stairs.

In a plastic bag.

I don't know what made me do it.

I hope you realize it was all for nothing.

I told the lawyer.

You'll get a beating and your jury is free.

I've had it, Frank.

I want Julie back.

If that's what it takes, then so be it.

You realize what you're doing?

I want you to defend me.

According to my statement.

You said you stopped the resuscitation because you thought Marianne was dead.

Why did you think that?

She couldn't move.

She couldn't breathe either.

I don't know.

You let your own daughter go into your bathroom.

You're a bad person.

Yes.

I really regret it.

Now that it can't be helped.

My arms.

They're so stiff from yesterday.

It's okay.

We've been listening for a week to hear the cops were right.

Yes.

Luckily there was a trial.

Otherwise they would never have known.

That makes it easier for us.

I'm sad for that child.

If you're dragged along by your father.

She could have said no.

Maybe she would have said no.

And he did it because he didn't hear.

I'm very curious about this.

What do you do when your client suddenly confesses guilt?

Who's your firestarter?

How should I know?

It's very coincidental that he's waiting for your laptop.

So you put it in my laptop.

I knew it.

Come on.

Your mother hid your phone so you wouldn't get into trouble.

The least you can do is tell the truth.

You don't believe me.

Coba, the only thing we...

Fuck you.

I hate you both.

But... Hey.

Please, boy.

It was just a joke.

I didn't know the whole school would see those pictures.

So you sent them to us.

And that's what happened.

What's going to happen now?

We'll go to the police and you'll tell them everything.

Dad, please don't do it.

What am I going to do?

I can't just keep quiet about it.

I didn't mean it.

And you can just punish me.

Coba, that's not how it works.

You did something wrong and now you're taking responsibility.

Maybe we should let everything sink in.

We've had a lot of trouble this week.

I know exactly what to do.

I'm not going to tell the police.

And you're not wearing a mask either.

I now give the floor to Mr. Meulen for the citizens' party.

After the applause there is still room for reply.

Members of the jury.

Marianne Koens was a strong woman.

An entrepreneur who has taken a flourishing business from the ground.

And who, together with Dennis, has put a beautiful daughter on the world.

A warm woman who was always there for Dennis when he was in the well.

Because of his accident.

But unfortunately, at a certain point, she had to admit to herself that it was over.

And when she meets Mr. Bergman one day...

Yes, then Marianne suddenly sees a new life, a new happiness.

A strong man, tight in the suit.

Quick in the way and who promises her everything, where she is at that moment.

A fairy tale, it seems.

Everything is fine, she thinks.

Because her stepdaughter, Julie, doesn't have to.

No matter how hard Marianne tries, Julie wants her father for herself.

And she makes Marianne feel that every day.

So there is no place for Marianne.

And so she begins to doubt.

Is she really so happy in her new life?

Didn't she let herself be dragged along by Anton's nice talks?

Because he's not at home that much.

Always on the road and at work and shaking hands and doing more important things.

Yes.

Marianne feels alone.

And Anton feels that.

And he can't stand that.

Because Marianne has to laugh.

Marianne has to go to the parties with him.

That handsome woman who hooked Anton, he has to be able to deal with that.

And if that doesn't work, he gets nervous and ill-tempered and angry.

And then he starts drinking again.

And then, of course, Marianne suddenly gets to know the real Anton.

A jealous drunkard who chases away her friends at her own birthday party.

Who tries to keep his own wife under control.

A man who doesn't see her as his lover, but as his private property.

As one of his fancy costumes that he wears to take me out.

A costume that, if it doesn't suit him, he just throws away.

Or, in the case of Marianne, even more brutally, he kicks her out.

And then, dear members of the jury, Mr. Bergman takes a plastic bag...

and puts it over her mouth and nose and presses.

All the while.

Madam Chairman, I...

I'm afraid I don't have any contact with the jury.

I can be asked to talk to you.

But it has nothing to do with the facts of the law.

Still not, madam.

A few days ago, I witnessed something with another member of the jury.

But now that man doesn't leave me alone anymore.

You can follow me.

Did he poison you?

But can someone like that be in the jury?

Shouldn't he be questioned?

Yes, I understand your question, madam, but...

I can't go into that.

But he poisoned me.

Look...

What you've just told me can't go through the roof.

Don't get me wrong.

But I can't take a stand on that.

That's a matter for the police.

Then...

I'll step out.

Yes.

That is, of course, a possibility.

But you realize...

that the reason for the request is being made public.

Do I have to?

I don't want anyone to know.

Do you have a good understanding of your home, doctor?

And are you willing to stay today?

My doctor said I can let you go.

Without going any further.

And you don't have to come tomorrow.

Thank you.

Dear chairman and members of the court.

Dear members of the jury.

I'm here today with a shame on my cheeks.

For two years I've been following the story of my client.

Until yesterday.

Until she finally told us what really happened on August 7th.

I'll be honest with you.

I didn't know if I could continue my job as a lawyer.

I've given everything to prove her innocence.

And then suddenly she turns out to be lying all the time.

That's terrible.

But why did she do that?

Julie Bergman...

lost her mother at a very young age.

Since then she has developed a fascination for her father.

Her father, her rotting fire, everything.

Who was there for her when she missed her mother.

Who helped her with her homework, who took her to her training.

Who even learned to cook for her.

And who, when Marianne Koens came into her life...

suddenly has much less time and attention for her.

Which she actually sees slipping through her fingers, just like her mother.

So when that dad asks her to help him with a crime...

then she may have doubted for a moment.

But actually her answer was obvious.

How can I start now?

By pointing my arrows at Anton Bergman.

Who involved his daughter in his deeds.

Who wanted her to be blamed for his own mistakes.

Who, together with his lawyer, actively tried to blackmail his own daughter...

to keep himself out of the picture.

Well, I'm not going to do that.

I leave that to you, dear people of the jury.

It's not up to me to judge about that.

What I am going to ask you...

is to look closely at the facts together with me.

July 7th, August.

Julie returns from training.

She comes home when her father, Marianne, dies with an iron rod.

She panics.

And she immediately starts serving first aid.

With the resuscitation, as she learned at school.

She does everything she can to save Marianne's life.

But in the end, she has to stop trying...

because she realizes that Marianne has not made it.

That she is dead.

And I'm going to repeat the last one again.

That she is dead.

Julie Bergman thought Marianne was dead...

the moment her father asked her to help.

Can you murder someone you think is already dead?

I hope we agree that the answer to that question is no.

And that's why, dear people of the jury...

I ask for the acquittal for Julie Bergman.

For this girl who has been in prison for two years...

for the mistakes of another...

and only blames herself for not remembering the truth...

and for helping her father when he asked her to.

Hasn't she been punished enough for that?

And this was three days ago.

No keys yet.

Turn it on.

Dear chairman...

dear members of the jury...

I'm going to leave the big gestures behind today.

I'm going to do something...

that I don't like to do.

I'm going to apologize to you...

members of the jury...

to you...

Romy and Dennis Pijken.

Sorry.

To you, Julie Bergman.

And last but not least...

to my client Anton Bergman.

My sincere apologies.

I have done my best to accuse Julie...

of committing the murder of Marianne Koens.

Not alone...

but with someone else.

Mayor Verlinde said...

that she defended her client's version...

and even believed it was true.

But I always knew it wasn't correct.

That the police in this file...

conducted an excellent investigation...

and that there was little contradiction...

that there are two perpetrators.

And so I advised my client...

even provoked...

to go head-on against Julie.

I accused a father...

against his own daughter.

And I saw him shudder before my eyes.

But...

my attempt...

failed.

Because the love of this man for his daughter...

seems to be much greater...

than that for himself.

And so he has just admitted...

what is being done to him.

While I have done everything...

to convince him of that.

But...

yes.

I am only a lawyer...

who acts according to the client's mandate.

And I defend him...

as he wishes to be defended.

Despite the fact that I still have questions...

about his statement.

Despite the fact that he made a confused impression...

during the reconstruction.

And that he can't answer certain questions...

about Marianne's death.

And despite the fact that we all know...

that he drank so much that night...

that he could barely stand on his legs.

Let alone remember everything.

If someone says he didn't do it...

then everyone doubts his words.

But if Anton suddenly announces that he did it...

then we all have to take it for granted?

I tell you...

I doubt the words of my client.

I don't think so.

Who says he didn't make his statement...

because he wants to protect his daughter?

That he feels so guilty about his betrayal...

that he wants to make everything right...

by announcing something...

that he doesn't even know if he did it.

I don't want to!

Mr. Bergman, calm down.

It seems that your client wants to discuss something with you.

No, I'm almost done.

I have one more question for the jury.

Is a statement a sufficient proof?

Can you judge someone...

based on a statement?

Or is it our task...

your task and responsibility...

to remain critical at all times...

and to approach this new element...

with utmost caution?

And I say caution...

but I actually mean Arrogant.

Do you still believe Julie Bergman...

after everything she has shown us?

Not me, anyway.

Do you still believe my client, Anton Bergman?

As far as I'm concerned.

I realize that I'm making a big mistake here...

but I'm telling you with all my heart...

I don't know. I really don't know.

How dare he go against his own client's confession?

Poor Linda.

I had expected a lot from my acquittal.

But please...

it's more ruthless than I thought.

I'm going to replicate him.

I'm going to put Julie to the ground.

Is that necessary?

But she's right in some way.

If Julie didn't know that mom was still alive...

and if Anton had sent her...

Miss Pijk...

if you want those two to be punished...

I advise you to let me replicate him.

That's right. Julie didn't do anything.

You heard that, didn't you?

What do you think we should do?

I think they should be punished fairly...

in relation to their share in the facts.

And the only punishment in relation to the facts is life sentence.

Especially two.

She's clearly manipulated.

She's young, she still has a whole life ahead of her.

Who cares that she's in jail for the rest of her life?

If you walk out for that Bergman...

how will he feel?

Will he be happy?

Satisfied?

Is that the justice you've been waiting for?

Ivo is right.

If Julie had called an ambulance, mom might still be alive.

She thought she was dead.

We don't know that.

Mr. Mulder, shall we continue?

Dear jury members...

first and foremost...

I would like to respond to the plea of Mr. Verlinde.

Sir, how can we know what Julie Bergman thought...

the moment she threw Marian off the stairs?

Is that our task?

To make a judgment about the thoughts of the accused...

or should we look at the facts?

Because what Julie thought or didn't think...

doesn't make a difference to the descendants.

They have lost their loved ones.

Definitely.

And Julie Bergman is also to blame for that.

Regardless of what her lawyers...

have tried to prove to you here.

All right.

As far as Mr. Bergman is concerned, I can be very brief.

One and a half minutes to be precise.

Because that's exactly the time he needed...

to take a helpless Marian with a plastic bag...

to pay attention to her breathing...

and to finally kill her.

Madam Speaker...

I would like to ask you to be quiet for one and a half minutes...

so that everyone here can experience...

how long Marian's death struggle lasted.

Who has permission? Mr. Mulder.

All right.

From now on.

Thank you.

It's a shame that she will hear about a rich murder...

after a very sad story.

Excuse me, I have to take this.

Hey.

Mr. Schilter.

That's not about that kiss, is it?

That wasn't really a kiss.

Otherwise I would have liked to have a real one.

That couldn't have happened.

I'm sorry about that.

Nothing happened.

Maybe not for you, but for me.

Can't we just be mates?

Mates?

Yes.

Watch football...

kiss each other...

go for a walk together, that kind of thing.

Is watching football really necessary?

That would be because who's there today?

It's my band.

Marian's ex-band.

Nice.

Relaxing, too.

Wow.

Hey.

Sorry.

About that phone call.

I should have...

I should have stopped you.

I shouldn't have asked.

It's not about that, Nicole.

Kobe didn't mean it like that.

I saw it myself. I'm so tired of it.

He can be good.

But he doesn't even seem to care about what Jeanne did.

He's only busy with himself.

That sucks.

Is that so?

I'll open it.

Who is it?

I don't know. I just opened it.

Aster, probably.

Yes?

I'm Maya.

I'm with Simon in the jury.

Oh, hello.

He forgot his phone on the bus.

Who is it?

No, I don't know him.

Okay.

Are you here on purpose?

Of course.

Okay.

What do you think?

Would you like to come in, Maya?

I don't think Maya wants to.

We have lots of lasagna.

Do you want lasagna?

Yes, sure.

Yes?

Yes, sure.

Come in.

Do you know what worries me?

Even if we make the wrong decision, you'll never know what really happened.

What worries you? I just woke up.

Really?

If you can decide in all honesty, shouldn't you be awake?

The problem is, every lawyer convinces me of something else.

If Muelen opens his mouth, I think, oh, poor stepmother.

At Redonker, I think, oh, poor father.

At Verlinde, I think, oh, poor girl.

What is it now?

That's exactly what I thought.

Really?

You're a beautiful woman, Maya.

Sorry, can I say that?

Yes.

Your lips, your...

Your eyes, your hair, really...

Super beautiful.

Thank you.

I think you're very handsome too.

Have you seen her before, Simon?

Yes.

She's a beautiful woman, isn't she?

You have such beautiful couples.

Is that so?

No, but really.

Two beautiful people together.

I have Alibaba.

Yes, but if you want to improve, you have to improve, Simon.

Maya, what do you think of Simon?

He's a handsome guy, isn't he?

Is that so?

Is what?

Do I have to look in my mirror

how you're wasting your life

by staying with me?

I'm fine, okay?

Yes.

If you keep telling yourself that, you'll start to believe it, Simon.

I think it's better if I go.

Oh, yes, that's good. That's very good.

That's good. It's always good for Simon.

Simon, just once in your life.

Esther, please.

Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.

Have fun.

It was lactose-free.

Fuck, Esther. Did you really need that?

The acquittal of both defendants

has allowed their lawyers to sow doubt again.

And so the jury is waiting for tomorrow

for the difficult task of judging

whether Julie and Anton Bergman are guilty or not.

And as it looks like now, that's not a done deal yet.

Are you going to vote again?

No, not yet.

Are you tired?

No. Here, I'm going to get a napkin.

Julie?

Marianne?

Marianne?

Marianne?

Marianne?