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SILENT FEAR

I take a more...

I don't want to say, scientific approach,

but of course, it is science, it will be one day,

it is not sensible to think that all this energy

that is us, doesn't leave without a trace.

I'm going to read the paper.

Where is he going?

He's going to read the paper.

My approach...

is less emotion based.

I work with names, names are very important.

Let's take the name Isabel.

What does it mean?

'God's promises', I'm sure you know.

Your Elsebeth, is a dutch variant of Elizabeth

which in turn is a variant of Isabel,

and we're back to God's promise

so those are my building blocks but where does that lead me?

Well, to a happy place.

God reciprocates.

If you make a promise to God, God makes a promise to you.

And when she does...

I like to say 'she'. I hope you don't mind Lucas.

No, I don't mind.

Lucas...

She keeps that promise.

I sense a very strong, lively presence.

She was a very lively girl, wasn't she?

So, either way, Isabel is in...

She's in safe hands.

Summer 1995

- Look at you. - What?

- Off with this thing. - My Mum chose it for me.

- So? - What are you doing?

There. Much better.

Hey, Bel.

Do we know you?

This is Sabine, asshole.

You're dead lucky to breathe the same air she does.

Mate, that's Robin Kroese's sister.

Quality control. Just checking.

Cheap, really, to be that pretty. Isn't it?

You're much prettier, you faggot.

Unlike you, you cross-eyed, fat-assed fairy.

Such a poser.

Present day

Hey. Renee?

One moment.

- You're back. - Yes, at last.

I'm up for it.

Hello, everyone.

This is Sabine Kroese. She's been out with depression for six months...

- ...and wants to give it another go. - Mood disorder, actually.

I hope you can handle it this time.

Let's see if there's a place for you. You're a bit late, in fact.

I can sit over here. Is that okay?

Hello.

Hi, I'm Sabine.

Rye bread with currants. It's non-fattening.

Except for the currants.

You haven't been working here long, have you?

- Five months. - And?

No depression yet. Still in the mood.

Hi. Thanks.

Not a very elegant introduction, but...

It's not a real introduction, of course.

Good to see you again, Kroese.

Olaf!

Yeah, baby. Olaf the Olafian.

- What does that mean again? - No idea.

Just a stupid, Tourette-like thing.

Hi, Sabine.

I'll take the stairs.

No, it's okay. Come.

See?

"Always flexible. Always strong." It's our family motto.

- A beer tonight? - I've already got a date.

- Is she pretty? - Stunning.

Where are you taking her?

What do you say?

Up to you.

Italian?

Greek?

Chinese?

All right, Italian.

But I don't want a late night. And I can't make it before 19:30.

Could be worse. Anything else?

I'm not getting changed.

Hey, London calling.

Hi, sis. You're all dressed-up.

Where are you off to?

- Remember Olaf van Oirschot?- That asshole?

We're just having dinner. Got to eat.

Jesus, Sabine, be careful. You're not at it again, are you?

No way.

How are things over there?

It's time for a change.

SCHOOL REUNION INVITATION

Already? I thought you had a girlfriend.

All of a sudden she's talking about babies and settling down.

- I mean, I'm 37... - 37, still a baby yourself.

I'd like to talk some more, but he's picking me up, so bye, bye.

Greek or Italian, they're all olive oil guys.

They teach you that at business school?

Yeah, baby. And they're all about to go bust.

I'm glad you didn't have time to change.

A girl has to do something.

Do you go out to dinner with a different man each week?

You were quick to accept my invitation.

You overwhelmed me.

- I like being on my own. - Who doesn't?

He doesn't, for example.

Maybe he wants to marry her so he can be on his own more often.

- I'm sorry? - She thinks he's serious about her.

So she doesn't nag if he wants to go out without her.

Interesting conclusion.

Olaf van Oirschot, expert in love.

Right.

Who knows?

- Are you going to the reunion? - What reunion?

At our old high school.

Or did I hallucinate...

...that we both went there? I may very well have done.

Mr. Olaf.

Nikos.

- Shall we dance? - No. Are you kidding?

This car is so wrong.

But a nice ride.

Just like me.

Do you mind if I ask you what you're doing this Saturday?

- I do, actually. - Why's that?

It means I must tell you that, as usual, I'm doing nothing on Saturday.

...and I know you're going to ask me out again...

...and I won't have time to make up an excuse.

How sweet.

Were you always this sweet?

Why don't you just say yes and forget about excuses?

Ah, shit.

I haven't got time for this.

Really? You jerk.

Really? You jerk.

- Come on, move. - What's that?

- Move. - Look at this.

Get out of here.

- It's okay. - I've more power under my hood.

Get in and move off before it turns red again.

Move it, you idiot.

- Come on, move. - Olaf.

I can't stand having to be nice to these average nitwits.

He was just checking his car.

Sorry. I'm a jerk.

It's such a relief to admit things.

I'm a jerk, but admitting it makes me less of a jerk.

Easy.

Just like confession.

Hey, Bel. I'm a better dancer than you.

Show me the moves.

Hey, dude.

Leave it. Someone made that.

Really? Jerk.

Stop showing off.

Olaf.

Guys!

One for all and all for one!

Girl (17) from Bloemendaal missing

The Missing Hartman

- Hi there, gorgeous. - Hi.

Is that thing too slow?

Just say the word and I'll fix it for you.

I don't think I'm doing anything after all this Saturday.

She said shyly but provocatively.

That's what Bart used to do. He'd say something stupid...

...then he'd add "He said stupidly". I used to think that was so cowardly.

Did I say something stupid?

No. You said a very charming thing.

Phew. As my Dad used to say.

Want a beer, my dear?

- My dear? - Yes.

I'm not your dear.

But you will be, right?

I hardly know you.

You've known me for 20 years.

Bon! Bon, monsieur. Bon!

That's why we do it. To be able to call out these things.

Go ahead and ask. You want to get to know me?

So ask.

How many women have you had?

A gentleman never tells.

- But you're not a gentleman. - True.

So, how many?

- No one that came close to you. - You haven't had me yet.

Not yet.

- Isabel? - The girl we used to know?

- At school? - Yes, at school.

What is it with you and her? This morning you were...

- So you know what I'm talking about. -"Naughty Olaf mustn't fib."

What about you? How many?

No one special, ever since high school. Randoms.

Randoms with benefits.

Am I another random?

What is it you want?

Where's the bedroom?

Did someone die in here or something?

Yes. I'm subletting it.

Don't you want to buy a place?

You sold your Mum's house, didn't you?

Some more coffee?

It feels kind of strange.

Being with you.

Do you love me?

You know I do.

Are you crazy?

I did it for you.

- You don't have to. - Now you do it for me.

- Shall I do it? - Yes.

- Think of something else. - Like what?

A red-hot fag end.

Shit.

Don't look behind you. Groesman is following us.

Really?

He's jerking off. Show him your ass.

That's gross!

Having a good time?

What is this?

Miriam's brother brought it from London. Makes you really happy.

I'm already happy.

Faggot.

Hey, move it.

Shit, my brother's here.

- No, we can't. Let's go. - Relax.

Isn't it time you lost your virginity?

Shagging is gross!

You're right. You're eccentrically sweet, you know that?

- No. - You are.

- Hi, Dad. - Hi, honey.

Do we have family arms?

You mean shotguns?

No, I mean, like a signet ring or something.

- No, we don't. - No, honey.

We're ordinary folk.

But very sweet.

I'm Isabel Hartman's best friend.

Sabine Kroese and Isabel Hartman. They're two in one, really.

So... Yes, that's me. That's right, it's me.

Isabel Hartman's best friend.

Sabine Kroese, Isabel Hartman's best friend ever.

In her entire life, I've been her best friend.

Listen to this: Prince is changing his name now that it appears...

How about a threesome? You, me and Bart.

Sometimes I have no idea what you're on about.

Sure. You're always so innocent.

You dork.

You think Bart will ever make the first move?

What happens when you get one of these fits?

Everything happens in slo-mo. And you feel exhausted.

Sometimes it feels as if it changes me.

In what way?

I don't know.

He looks a bit like Kurt Cobain.

Kurt Cobain is a junkie.

But Bart isn't.

No, he wouldn't dare.

All those boats on the canals. All of Amsterdam has one.

What's this little lump?

It hurts a bit.

How can a scar hurt?

No idea.

Ghost pain.

- Ghost pain? - If something that's not there hurts.

- You mean phantom pain. - Ghost pain sounds better.

- You've got one too. - No, that's a birthmark.

Look, I'm a man of fire.

Do you ever wonder what happened to Isabel?

Not on a daily basis, no.

I sometimes think I know more than I remember.

What do you know?

Fragments.

What happened with you and Isabel?

- You were such close friends. - Nothing.

Nothing? All that stuff between you two was nothing?

It was girl stuff.

I can see, I can see...

...a very long and boring life.

Till at least 102 years old.

Only seven hours left to live.

- Your 102 years aren't much use then. - None.

We could end it together.

Like in Mayerling Castle.

Mayerling?

There was an Austrian crown prince called Rudolph.

He shot both himself and his mistress.

What's a mistress? I forget.

It's a lady friend that you keep.

Don't go away.

No, I'm staying here.

- Where are you going? - I'm not telling.

I'll shoot you first, then myself.

Cool.

The trouble with these pacts is: How can you trust me to keep my word?

I may get cold feet after blowing your brains out.

Why don't we just do it?

I mean, we'll never be lovelier than we are now.

Will there ever be another summer day like this?

Will we ever love someone as much as we do today?

Don't be a fool!

Will you stay the night?

You couldn't sleep either?

Take it easy.

Love the beanie.

- What was that? - Love the beanie.

- Fag? - Yeah.

He said like an old tramp.

Can I ask you not to smoke in the schoolyard?

Hello?

Mr. Groesman, how wonderful to meet you here.

Can I ask you to smoke outside the school gates?

- Of course, Mr. Groesman. - Even better, don't smoke at all?

- Is it hard to become a janitor? - No.

- Is it a job for me? - No, he's a pedophile.

Hi, Bel.

- You're ignoring me. - Ignoring you?

This was serious.

- But when I'm serious... - You act like a fool.

Don't be a fool.

Hi, Bel. I'd like to know if I did something wrong.

Hi, Bel. I would like to know if I did something wrong.

Hi, Bel.

I just want to know if I did something wrong.

I want to know if I did something wrong.

Honey...

I'm sorry, Dad.

This time it wasn't so bad, but next time...

Honey...

You're perfect the way you are.

I know, Dad.

I hope so.

Come to me.

Happy birthday, honey.

How do you feel?

- Old. - Old?

What does that make me?

- Big party this weekend? - Mum, I don't think...

How about the house, pizza and pancakes for dessert?

- So what did you buy? - A top.

What kind of top?

- Just a top. - Just a top like Isa's?

Come on.

Come on? Is that a brand?

- Let's go. - No, I want to see that top.

Just as I thought. It's identical.

Almost identical. Inferior quality.

- If you see yourself as a brand... - Which you are.

...it stands to reason you'd want to protect yourself.

STOP COPYING US

- What are you doing here? - I've got a puncture.

Are you going all Kurt Cobain too?

- Jesus, Sabine. - What?

Stand up for yourself.

- Do something. - Or we will.

Will do what?

- You know. - What do you mean?

Those damn bitches.

- What's up, faggot? - Faggot?

I'm having a birthday party this weekend.

Saturday. Can Miriam come too?

All right. There will be beer and stuff and...

And pills.

Pills?

Yeah. What's it called, er...

E?

- Right, E. - Wow, wow, wow.

I'll cancel everything this week so I'll be fresh for Saturday.

So you'll be there?

I've got nothing better to do.

No, if you press this...

- ...it should open, but it doesn't. - Why won't it open?

Easy, honey, I...

It's just not working. I guess it's scratched. But don't worry.

It's not broken at all.

When is Isabel coming?

They always come late.

No one arrives at damn half nine.

You're not invited.

I'm sorry, guys.

Listen, you haven't been invited. This is a private party, so...

Here, pancakes, pizzas and E.

Where's my E, old man?

- I don't know what you mean, but... - Where's my E?

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Get lost! - Sabine!

Get the hell out of here!

- Come here. - Get lost!

Free E. Present not required.

Goddammit.

Goddammit!

Work is work and private is private.

Thank you.

'Please conduct personal correspondence at home. Renee.'

It's like high school all over again.

Had a bad day? Take it out on Sabine, she won't react.

- So react. - How?

- Don't know. - That's what I mean.

You know, damn bitch. Shall I say something?

Don't you dare.

Are you scared?

- You'll be a Hermes Club member. - We've all done it.

- Really? - Really.

It's gross.

Sabine Kroese blows Hermes

- What kept you? - Kurt Cobain is dead.

Kurt Cobain is dead.

Hi. I'm so sorry for you, Bart.

What's it to you?

I think it's a great loss.

How did he die?

- Suicide. - Suicide? How?

He blew his brains out.

Maybe he thought: I'll never again be as famous as I am today.

Maybe he thought: It will never be as quiet in this house as it is now.

I'm almost sure he thought:

This barrel tastes of iron.

Cool.

Jesus, man, what is this stuff?

Whisky.

Can I see?

They look nice.

Come on, a bit more energy, please. Yes, that's it.

Come on, Isa, smile. That's it, thanks.

Are you serious about dumping him?

- I'm not saying. - Who?

SFB. The Secret Fuck Beast.

- But I want to know. Who is it? - Yes, who is it?

- Nobody. - It must be Bart.

- He won't be too happy about it. - Too bad.

Mum, I haven't said "come in".

I'm sorry.

Elsbeth just called. Isabel didn't come home last night.

So?

- She thought she might be here. - Why would she be here?

Darling, I know friends stand up for each other.

And maybe she spent the night at her boyfriend's.

But Elsbeth is very upset.

Isabel and I stopped being friends long ago.

She was at school yesterday, so she can't be far.

Where's your bike?

Don't know.

Honey, how can you not know?

Don't know.

Yes, this is her bike.

I hear you're Isabel's best friend.

Miriam. Miriam's her best friend.

Miriam, I'd like to talk to you.

I'm inspector Hartog, I've got a few questions.

I still pray for her return every day.

And I don't even believe in God.

You were always such close friends.

Lucas thinks there is nothing to say.

After dinner he disappears behind his computer...

...and I go to her room, to look at photos, for her school diary.

But you know all this, don't you?

I do. I just wanted to hear it again, I guess.

Do you remember anything of the day she disappeared?

Was she different that day?

She was...

...catty.

The epilepsy affected her character.

She said she had to stay behind.

Later I heard from the janitor, Mr...

- Groesman? - Yes, he said this was not the case.

She'd written in her school diary that she was going to meet someone...

...in the dunes.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Hartman. I wanted to see how you were doing.

That's nice.

I got an invitation to a high school reunion and I thought...

I thought we'd agreed to put the matter behind us.

It's very nice of you to drop by, but it's taken my wife and me a long time

...to get over this.

This school diary...

I'm sorry, Sabine, but I think you'd better go.

Hi, Sabine Martha Johanna Kroese. You're looking good.

How do you know?

You creep.

- A double espresso. - Smile at the camera.

- We'll do an elevator porno scene. - What?

Jesus.

Good morning, Renee.

Here you are.

Renee, I'd like to apologize.

I'm sorry about what happened in the elevator.

Obviously you've got rid of your mood disorder.

Has it been replaced by office flirtation disorder?

That's the one thing I haven't got.

Donnie's been complaining too, but I guess we could see it coming.

- What do you mean? - He did ask if you worked here.

- Who did? - Olaf.

Olaf? When?

When he applied for a job here while you were on sick leave.

Did you complain about me?

What? You come and sit next to me, you give me currant bread.

- You give me funny looks. - I give you funny looks?

- Did you send me a friend request? - That's right.

I've got 1048 friends.

That's more than you can say.

Except for Olaf, of course.

- Miss Kroese, can I have a word? - I was going to call you.

How unfortunate. You'd made a promise.

To me, to your therapist and to yourself.

- But now Mr. Hartman has called me... - I think I have new information.

Strangely, I've been remembering something.

I saw Groesman's car, the grey one.

Groesman was always acting funny, also towards Isabel.

It might be possible. You know the man, the school janitor.

He may have harmed her.

- You've remembered things before. - Surely you can search his home.

Mr. Groesman has as much to do with this case as you and I.

He was at his mother's place that night.

Wow, his mother.

The Hartman family have the right to be left alone.

Legal action may be taken. Do I make myself clear?

What?

Mummy is angry.

Mr. Groesman. Can I come in?

You again? I'm calling the police.

I'll show you my legs.

Tell me honestly.

- You were a filthy little man. - I can't help it.

- You followed her in your car, right? - Please.

A bit more.

- That day too? - Yes.

You followed her that day also?

- She enjoyed it. - That day also?

No.

Who else followed her?

This boy.

- What boy? - Please, a bit more.

What boy?

Olaf?

I think so.

Call the police and I won't come back.

And if I don't call the police?

I might.

No, you will.

I will.

I saw you too.

In my rearview mirror.

I've got a bit of a migraine.

Right, so screwing's out the window.

On to plan B: go home and watch porn.

Are you drunk?

Bit tipsy. Which is possible, unlike a bit of a migraine. Just a headache.

Why can't you be honest?

Just say: I want you to go. You can be such a dickhead, I'm fed up with you.

Cheerio.

You're acting strange.

I'm acting strange?

You're bothering the Hartmans. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Yes. Forgive me, Saint Sabine, with your sudden memories and visions.

Forgive me for all the horrible things I do.

Yes. I've done some horrible things.

God forgive me.

But I don't regret anything. Not a thing.

You're sure?

Why on earth would I go to this reunion?

Closure?

Closure? I'm not an American.

I have no desire to see those people again.

I can understand that.

I miss you.

I miss you too.

I'm Sabine Kroese.

Kilo, Romeo, Oscar, Echo, Sierra, Echo.

Kilo, Romeo, Oscar, Echo, Sierra, Echo.

Hi. Hey. Hello.

- I'm here for the reunion. - Your name?

Kroese. Kilo, Romeo, Oscar...

Kroese. Yes, you're on the list.

Please write your name on the card.

There you are.

Thank you.

Enjoy your evening.

Hi, Sabine. How's your Dad?

- Dry cleaning costs. - I haven't got any money on me.

- We'll accept payment in kind. - As if it makes any difference.

Do we want anything from her at all?

You damn bitch. If you bother my sister ever again, I'll kill you!

Psycho.

Leave me alone. I told you I could handle this on my own.

- Leave me alone. - Sabine.

Dad has died.

Sabine.

Miriam.

Miriam?

- Miriam. Remember? - Sure.

How are you?

So-so.

Things didn't quite go as expected, right?

Right.

Kroese.

Miriam...

Sabine?

Bart!

You're looking great.

So do you.

I'm hugging you because I don't know what to say.

When I've thought of something, I'll let you go, okay? - Okay...

Have you thought of something?

How wonderful to see you again. Absolutely wonderful. Jesus.

Twenty years, my God. Where have you been all this time?

All kinds of places.

Mexico, Brazil, Russia.

- No, just Amsterdam. Really boring. - Better than Bloemendaal.

I thought I was a loser because I couldn't save my marriage.

- Nonsense. - Please let me finish.

Sorry.

You've still got nice hands.

Oh, thanks. Maybe I should've done more with them.

Do you still miss your ex-wife?

He said full of self-pity.

Not really, but I do miss my daughter. Look.

What about you? In love? Engaged? Married?

No.

Children?

No, I've just split up with my boyfriend, I think.

- I think. - Poor guy.

Not really.

He wasn't really a friend.

- Tell me, Sabine Kroese. - Bart de Ruiter.

- Do you ever think of those days? - A lot, actually.

- Of us? - I do. Sometimes.

- I've missed you. - Sure.

I mean it. I've never forgotten you.

Hey, guys.

Olaf.

That's me, the one and only. Olaf the Olafian.

Bart, old mate of mine. Long time no see.

- What are you doing here? - Hi, honey. Glad you finally made it.

I was waiting for you. I thought you'd stayed at home.

"Reunion? No way."

Luckily Bart was here to keep you warm.

Very pleasant.

Talking about pleasant, has she mentioned Bel yet?

Bel?

La Hartman? Isabel?

Bel, the bitch from Hell.

That's why she appears to be so quiet, our dear Sabine.

Inside she's like a scratched CD.

You can see it in her eyes when you shag her.

- Bel, Bel, Bel. - Olaf.

- Bummer! - I think...

Bart doesn't like that, does he? Smoke a joint, all nice and chill.

Actually I knew Isabel really well.

I was her SFB.

Her Secret Fuck Beast.

That's what you wanted to know, isn't it? Surprise!

She thought it was you.

But you're a little too poetic.

There you are, the last piece of the jigsaw.

Or maybe the last piece but one.

You know what she once told me?

"That Kroese girl, she's a total nutcase."

Olaf, mate, I think we've heard enough. You'd better stop.

What? Stop?

Yes, stop.

Or else?

- Beat it! Get lost! - Look at that.

Back to your old self.

It's okay.

Sorry.

It's kind of charming.

It's the whisky, okay?

He said, full of...

...self-pity and self-mockery and self-hate...

...and he thought: My God, where did it go wrong?

And he went back to his childhood and...

- I have to go and fix something. - So do I.

Will you come back soon?

Hi Sabine, it's Donnie from Perma Flex.

I don't know if you've heard, but Renee'll be absent for a while.

There was a fire in her apartment and she jumped out of the window.

Sorry. Call me. Olaf.

Sabine.

Funny, don't you think, that she got what she deserved?

I feel sorry for her.

Like the flowers?

Olaf, I meant what I said. I don't want to see you again.

Wait a minute.

Listen.

I know there's something wrong with me. Honestly, I do.

Can you hear me, honey?

Can you hear me, darling?

I have to hang up.

The boss is home.

Hi, sweetheart.

Any beer?

We can find out what's wrong with me with a bit of therapy.

Aren't you seeing a therapist with your little mood disorder?

Hello? Therapy? Yes?

No? Hello?

You know what I heard at the office? That Renee's flat was set on fire.

Isn't that bizarre? Who would do a thing like that?

No! Surely it wasn't you?

I wouldn't put it past you.

- You are out of your mind. - Yes. Me too.

Of course it wasn't you, my little darling. It was me!

Lighter through the letterbox.

Don't walk away, Renee. Jump out of the window instead.

Serves her right for making you unhappy.

- Really? - Yes, really.

My knight.

- Another beer? - Nice.

I'll get it for you.

Damn bitch.

Of course it wasn't you, my little darling. It was me!

Lighter through the letterbox.

Thrilling.

- Sabine Kroese sent me this. - The new Spielberg.

I'm afraid I was at the office when the fire broke out.

Yes, inspector. Very childish.

I was trying to impress this girl.

Ah, well.

Thanks for your time.

- Mr. Van Oirschot. - My apologies.

Damn bitch.

This is Sabine, Leidsekade. My home has been smashed up.

This is serious.

Everything's safe.

Lock your door. We'll be back tomorrow morning. Don't forget to report this.

Hi, Sabine.

I saw you come in with Mr. Policeman.

I thought, Olaf, old chap: hide.

Guess who came to see me at the office today.

Your good friend inspector Hartog.

If I'd known he was coming I would've bought him a treat.

Rye bread with currants or something.

I'm not going anywhere.

We watched a little video together. It was most enjoyable.

I didn't know you were so talented.

I said: Inspector, it's very childish but I was trying to impress this girl.

Of course he already knew,

as they didn't find any lighter in Renee's letterbox.

You fell into my trap, Kroese.

Tell me. What kind of things do you see in your dreams?

Isabel and me at the beach?

- You were having a fight. - That's right. We were fighting.

Why did you never tell the police that I was there too?

Answer?

Because it would have meant you admitted to have been also there.

Hello? Earth to Sabine. Hello?

What was I doing?

This? Something like this?

Oooh, temper.

Then what happened? What do you remember? Now concentrate.

- She went down. - One of her convenient little fits.

- Then what? She didn't stay down. - I don't know.

You don't know? But you were there.

You took...

You took a job at my office...

Because I knew you were there somewhere, but I wasn't sure.

What did I do? What did you see?

- What did I do? - I don't know.

- What did you see? - I don't know.

One thing I do know: I was as mad about her as you were.

But you left her there.

So you do remember that.

Then what?

Then what?

Then what?

Isabel!

Isabel!

Is that your Dad's coat?

Yes, it is.

- I want to quit. - But what we have is really sexy.

So, just...

...just "fuck you".

Just, just "fuck you".

But I love you.

Really?

I'm really mad about you.

You're just like a girl.

So now you're angry?

You damn bitch.

Shit.

Here.

Keep it.

- Don't you ever get tired of it? - Of what?

- Of following me? - I saw Olaf and...

Are you okay?

When are you going to give up?

You know what I liked best about dumping Olaf?

It gives me more time to chase Bart.

I don't even want to sleep with Bart, but I'm going to.

Just to see the hurt look on that sweet little face of yours.

And maybe I'll do your brother too.

- No, you won't. - "No, you won't."

Why are you so pathetic?

You bore me. You've been boring me for ages.

Miss Kroese. You wanted to see me?

- You're so formal. - Makes our profession easier.

I'd like to make a statement.

I want to confess to killing Isabel Hartman.

Miss Kroese, you didn't kill Isabel Hartman.

Nor did Olaf van Oirschot, her SFB.

There's one thing you might be guilty of.

I remember interviewing a witness with a dog.

He saw two girls playing in the surf.

If that was you and Isabel Hartman, you should have told us.

But I'm not going to bring charges against you.

Let me show you something.

Not all information from the case is made public...

...but you seem to be genuinely worried.

We decided long ago that we're not dealing with a crime, Miss Kroese.

We have reason to believe that Isabel is a runaway.

Why are you showing me this?

At the request of Isabel's mother and because I know what it's like...

...if you can't let go.

- You think she's still alive? - I'm sure of it.

She may be living in Marseille,

or thrown herself in front of a train. Who knows.

But I do know that Isabel Hartman...

...is seen boarding the train here at 09:07 a.m.

Mr. Hartog, that's me.

I wanted to jump in front of that train.

- I'm sure... - Sure there's a simple explanation.

You can't remember anything because you didn't do anything.

Two questions. If it was you at that station...

...you must have ridden Isabel's bike.

I did.

So you killed her. What did you do with her body?

In the sea.

The sea always returns its bodies.

The coast guard searched in vain for her for two weeks.

Do you know how many ships pass by here every day?

Miss Kroese.

Maybe you're right. Maybe...

Sabine, you've been looking for yourself.

As is so often the case in our line of work, the suspect is innocent.

I'd strongly advise you to resume your therapy.

Give yourself some rest.

And believe me, Sabine...

...you didn't kill Isabel Hartman.

I didn't kill Isabel Hartman.

I didn't kill Isabel.

Psychiatrist Call me

Isabel!