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Previously on Betrayal

What's wrong? Something's wrong.

Van Leyden, does that ring a bell?

'I will do everything in my power to destroy you. '

It's too little to arrest him, but tighten the screws.

This came via courier. Half an hour later, this.

'I know everything. Remember the agreement. '

Who is this?

Do you think they'll really kill him?

The kidnappers clearly stated they'd kill Steenhouwer...

...if we didn't stick to the agreement.

Suspended.

We'll stick to the agreement. You erase every trace.

I keep thinking: Why would they release him?

Killing him is far less risky, isn't it?

BETRAYAL

AN AWFUL SIGHT

still no sign of life of kidnapped lawyer

What do you think? - And you?

I'd rather not say it out loud.

How is the disciplinary investigation going?

They're unfriendly.

It's been nearly 60 hours. - That's not good.

It really isn't.

It's not only your fault. - No?

Whose fault is it?

The note they found said: Don't worry. I should've known.

Please don't give me that 'I'm a failure, sorry for existing' bullshit.

And the investigation?

Where there's a murder, there are traces, DNA, a body, a crime scene.

What have we got? A cloud of air.

And a rather dark, somewhat blurry photo of an unrecognizable boat.

My dad has hurt his arm.

He can't steer, so I have to drive him around.

Pity.

I'll call you in a few days, okay?

The kids?

Marit is beside herself.

And Marco won't show any emotion. He just roams around.

What about you? - I need to speak to the management...

How are you coping?

What if Willem doesn't come back?

What then? Will I be thrown into jail again?

Leave those two alone? It's not possible.

Is there no other way? - We've talked about this.

Pep.

Yes?

Please follow me.

We thought it'd be a good idea for you all to come here.

Mrs Couwenberg is the only one who's really seen it.

But by now you all know... - What?

Bj6rn doesn't know anything yet.

It's Willem.

It's not good?

The kidnappers sent us something and I'm afraid we must assume...

...that Willem Steenhouwer is dead.

They're photos. It's not a pleasant sight.

Mrs Couwenberg deleted them right away.

But we believe you have the right to see them.

There's a risk that the photos might crop up somewhere else.

We wouldn't want you to be confronted with them unprepared.

I don't get it. We paid. Granddad did, at least.

$0 why?

Why did they do it? - It said: You broke the agreement.

What do they mean?

We're investigating this with a large team.

What happened?

We're working on it.

As soon as we know more we'll let you know.

The question now, is...

...if any of you want to see the photos.

Okay, show me. You should... - Me too.

No, Marco. Don't do it. - Yes.

He'll stay here. - I want to see.

If he wants to...

It's better to see it here than on the internet.

Enough, damn it. What good is that?

Have you figured it out?

Will I be able to understand?

I'll drop by.

I hate this. Why this way?

We can't say anything in front of Couwenberg.

We screwed up because someone with the best intentions in the world...

That's enough.

Steenhouwer's girlfriend.

I find it all a bit complicated.

What do you mean? - Your ex-wife...

We've been getting on well lately.

She'll want me there.

Are you sure? - Yes, I think so.

I thought you were the investigative reporter, not me.

I'd be nowhere without you.

My accountant contacts checked it out.

All I did was check if there were any fake or backdated reports.

The tenders for The Magnesium. The quotes, the reports, concept advice.

I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

I mailed you the statement from the whistleblower.

As far as I can see, that wasn't tampered with either.

Why did he retract it, you think?

He said someone messed with the books.

That's the thing. I don't think that's the case.

And the accountants think so too.

It's a bit technical. Amounts and entries were shuffled around.

Various municipal services that budget in different ways.

The magic word is 'estimate'.

None of those things are unusual. - So?

The fact that Couwenberg won the tender is peculiar...

...but bribery?

Bad news?

He's been murdered.

You found him. - No, we haven't.

But we must assume he's dead. - They sent photos.

I thought they were paid?

Are you okay?

Those two. What on earth is going to happen to them?

It will be alright. - Really? Without a father?

I'll have to go back to jail.

And now that idiot has gone and failed.

We'll think of something. - What?

Are you going to bring their father back to life?

Who's with him? - A new girl. Wendy.

Nice kid. - I didn't see it coming.

That something like this could happen.

He told me...

He never told me anything. - What do you mean?

About his work.

He didn't have Couwenberg anymore, he'd stood trial.

He had to do something. Maybe he took on some bad cases.

Dodgy people. I don't know.

He was being threatened.

Or so they said the other day.

We've got evidence against someone.

You should go.

I understand.

Why don't you call a friend, so you're not alone.

And if there's anything I can do...

You're sweet.

Shall I keep Menno another day?

Yes, that might be best.

You were going to come and see me, remember?

You can't retake your exams, can you?

You're going to a private school next year. I'll pay.

You need that piece of paper.

The world is tough, and it's only getting tougher.

Hey, you've got a good head on your shoulders.

What's wrong? - What do you mean?

Something's wrong. - It's nothing.

I got held up. - Anything important?

No, shall we go?

What's wrong? - Nothing.

Aren't you in bed yet, rascal?

Sorry, he was so excited and awake.

Were you at Mummy's?

Bye, Menno.

See you next time.

Thanks. - I'll let myself out.

Why did you go to see Mummy?

You're staying with me another day. - Why?

Just because. - Is something wrong with Mummy?

Something...

Your mum's boyfriend... - Willem.

He's... - He's away for a while, right?

We'll talk about it tomorrow. - Has something happened?

Something bad?

Something...

...bad has happened.

Is he dead?

How sad for Mummy.

It's very sad, son.

Fired? - I think so.

He was throwing ransom money into a boat.

Without any guarantee of catching the guy.

Any police officer would... - The guy is dead.

We had an agreement.

He'll be lucky to get away without a criminal investigation.

You don't mean that. - I do.

What did you think? Welcome to the real world.

Ladies and gentlemen, I've found constructions in the accounts...

...about which I cannot keep silent.

No, I have no comment except to say that I'm retracting my statement.

Thank you.

Hi, how are you doing? - Can I...

...see the photos?

I want to. Maybe I can...

I don't know.

It's really not a pleasant sight. - I want to.

Or am I not allowed to?

You can, in principle.

I'll take care of it for you. I'll drop by.

Yes, I'll do that.

Okay, bye.

No day off today? - What do you mean?

Tell us, Barouk. - Well, it sucks big-time.

We're done with Royackers. There's no point.

No Steenhouwer, no case. And the kidnappers?

We've got everyone on the case, but nothing yet.

Tell me something that will cheer me up.

Steenhouwer was dragged off the street somewhere without a trace.

Everything has been triple checked. Car, phone, witnesses, cameras.

Was he being threatened? - Yes, we're working on that.

A lot of people are being threatened these days.

What do you think we should do?

I'm afraid the Royackers case will be a mission impossible now.

But there's no body. Just a few photos.

Will it be enough for the court? - Good question.

Now what? What are we going to do?

Nothing yet? - All we have is photos.

I'm afraid you can consider your money lost.

Did you come here to tell me that?

And Van Leyden?

How do you know about that? - I talk to everyone.

Good colleague of mine.

He threatened him, right?

We can't talk about that. - Oh, so now what?

We have a question for you.

You've been spotted in the Amsterdam Forest. What do you do there?

You've been seen there regularly. - So what?

What do you do? You go there with... - Mr Lampe, he works for me.

Is that strange? - No, but why not talk at the office?

I'll tell you, honey. - I'm not your honey.

I beg your pardon.

If you must know I'm inside all day on my backside...

...on a chair in stale conference rooms.

So I go for some fresh air every now and then.

You visit Mr Royackers too. - You're very well informed.

The city council and I built a big building together.

That requires a certain aftercare: Maintenance, rent, a lot of hassle.

Not to mention the court case where my name is mentioned.

The fact the Steenhouwer is dead probably means there's no case.

It's likely that Royackers and yourself will get off scot free.

What are you implying? - Not at all.

I'm just establishing some things. - Go and do that at your station.

My daughter is grieving, the kids are devastated.

Do you think I have no feelings?

Hi, sweetie.

How are you?

Are you coming out of bed today?

Where's Marco? - I don't know.

Dad will never know that I passed.

Now you're all I've got.

I won't leave you, I promise.

Promise? No more pills?

Only the good ones. That make me happy.

I'm a journalist. - I'm not talking to the press anymore.

Just briefly, about the malversation you found in the council accounts.

I'm not saying anything.

Did any big project developers pressure you to make that statement?

I've had a good look, but I couldn't find anything.

You suggested Mr Couwenberg... - Please leave.

I won't quote you. I'm a journalist, I offer source protection.

I believe that this alleged bribery was built on quicksand...

...because you were being pressured.

Are you coming tomorrow?

What do you think?

Marco won't, will he? - Marco, Granddad, everyone.

I'm not really in the mood for it.

Just imagine:

He'll be watching you from heaven. And he's very proud of you.

You've reached Iris Hoegaarde's voicemail.

How well do you know him? - Who?

Van Leyden. - Fairly well.

I bump into him all the time.

What do you think?

I don't want to point any fingers... And nobody needs to know this...

But I think he's a rat.

If I ever find out he did anything to my former son-in-law...

...I'll get him for it.

But what do you think? - He's capable of anything.

I did a project with him once, 15 years ago...

First of all I would like to offer my deepest sympathy...

...to Steenhouwer's family.

Lately all sorts of nonsense about me has been spread in the media.

I was hoping Mr Steenhouwer would be able to clear my name.

I deeply regret that this is no longer possible.

But again, in the first place...

...it's a nightmare for his family.

Incidentally I find it strange that so little attention is paid...

...to the fact that the police are also investigating other suspects.

Everything's gone.

Clean, finished. They won't find anything there.

Our good friends from the police came to see me this morning.

I haven't driven the same car once.

I use prepaid phones or leave them at home.

I take a different route every time.

I'm certain that I've got no one up my ass.

Dad, am I cooking again tonight? - Sure.

What do you feel like? - I don't mind.

Spaghetti? - Fine.

Or would you prefer something else? - Spaghetti is fine.

I could make fried rice? - Spaghetti sounds good, son.

Or potatoes and meat? - I said spaghetti's fine.

How did it go with the kids?

Terrible. Marco even wanted to see... - Bolognese or carbonara?

Carbonara is with bacon and cream.

Bolognese is fine. - I'll go shopping.

But first I'll check to see what we have. Then I'll go shopping.

Those text messages, what do we do with them?

Are you okay?

I'm trying to sleep as much as I can.

Are you able to? - No.

You're alone so often. Shall I stop by more often?

Did you bring them?

What?

I've thought about it some more. It really is a horrid sight.

Don't put yourself through that.

I heard that Elsie and the kids have seen them.

Who told you that? - The police.

I wasn't invited. I'm not real family.

I didn't bring them. Sorry.

I couldn't bring myself to.

I was barely able to look at them myself.

They say he's dead.

I can't believe it.

In my mind, he's still walking around.

I need to see them. Please.

You can give them to me. - Shall I stay with you?

Is the sitter there?

Go back to him. I'll pick him up tomorrow.

One last time: Are you sure?

Thank you. - If you need me, just phone.

I'm going to look for a job.

I'll pay back everything.

How much was it? - You saw the statement.

Just your dad's.

About 1300 euros.

Is that what you were arguing about?

What did you say to him?

What was the last thing, do you remember?

Something about what he'd done to you.

That it was all his fault.

I'll never be able to make it up to him now.

Wiretap reports full of bullshit.

They see each other now and again, but it's all very vague.

Both Royackers and Couwenberg are under observation.

Couwenberg has meetings in the Amsterdam Forest sometimes.

With his right hand... - Lampe.

What do they do there? - Does he know he's being bugged?

What do you think?

I doubt it. It's the first time he's being wire-tapped.

Crime scene? - Looks like a forest.

Could be anywhere. The forensics are on it.

Holland? - No idea. It's a bad photo.

Forensics might find something.

Come have a look.

I was hoping Mr Steenhouwer would be able to clear my name.

I regret that this won't be possible.

But, again, in the first place, it's a nightmare for his family.

Incidentally, I find it very peculiar that little attention is being paid...

...to the fact that the police are also investigating other suspects.

Mr Royackers, wasn't Mr Steenhouwer going to testify against you?

Why would you say you regret he won't be able to clear your name?

I assume Mr Steenhouwer would tell the truth.

And I have nothing to fear from the truth.

Dad? - Yes, son?

What's up?

Are you sad? - What about?

Willem.

I'm very upset about it.

How about an action movie?

Thank you. - Same time tomorrow?

Remember me?

I live here. I'd rather not... - It won't take long.

I'm here on behalf of Mr Couwenberg. Let's take a little walk.

Are you alone?

We're friends, remember?

It's so strange. - What?

That you still have to eat. - Do you have any appetite?

Those photos... Why would you want to put yourself through that?

It's about a number of strange text messages.

Mr Couwenberg was a bit alarmed. - I don't know what you're talking about.

He asked me to have a chat with you. - What sort of text messages?

May I remind you that if certain things are made public...

...that will have unpleasant consequences for everyone.

Everyone. - I don't know what are you on about.

I'd like to go back to my wife and kids now.

Do we have an understanding?

Do we?

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

But tell Mr Couwenberg that whatever is made public...

...is not relevant for me.

It never was.

This whistleblower... Remember?

Those tenders?

I've tracked him down. And I've done lots of research...

...but it looks like there was no bribery involved.

SQ?

It looks like Couwenberg has nothing to do with it.

We're going to bed.

What are you doing?

Not poker I hope.

What's going to happen now? Normally, there's a funeral...

You're right.

We'll organise something.

About tomorrow...

I realise it's hard for you.

But I'd appreciate it if you came along.

F or Mar“.

And for us as a family.

I don't know. - What?

If it's him.

Who else? - How can he have known?

Maybe those Yugoslavs tried to make some extra cash.

That's crazy. How?

It's not the police, or we'd be at the station right now.

He said to 'stick to the agreement'.

Only Royackers had an interest there, no one else.

I think he's a rat. If I ever find out he did anything to my former son-in-law...

Should I call my lawyer? - No need.

We just want to go over a few things again.

Well, I hope it's the last time.

Marit, you had a tough time last year, and an even tougher time this year.

It's incredible how you managed to achieve this despite all that.

Congratulations, and our thoughts are with you.

If you'll all calm down, I'd like to say a few words to these young adults.

After having been our pupils for so long, they are now starting a new chapter.

Mr Van Leyden, we have CCTV footage...

...of you talking to Semmie Bouyer, one of your former thugs.

I also have your telephone data.

You call Mr Bouyer and his friends regularly...

...most of whom have been convicted of violent crimes.

What do you discuss with them?

I'm very hot. - It's not just kidnapping now, it's murder.

Then there's the threats... - I don't feel well.

Do you need a doctor? - I'm not well.

That's no problem.

You're staying with me one more night. - Again?

Mum is sad.

And you? Are you sad about Willem as well?

But only three more nights until my birthday.

You said it.

I'm glad you're staying a bit longer.

Are you? - Yes.

Acute heart failure.

Dead? - No, he's in a coma.

Will he come out of it? - Maybe.

Will he be able to talk? - They don't know.

Ladies and gentlemen, first of all I offer my deepest sympathy to the family.

It's an terrible tragedy that's taken place here.

...other suspects in this case.

What the hell?

What's wrong? - She doesn't want Iris at the memorial.

That woman... - Dad would have wanted it.

Mr Leyden had a cardiac arrest.

If he did it, we might never find out.

I hope you realise we're in this together. If I go down, you go with me.