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What's wrong?
Something's wrong.

They killed him.
- They've sent photos.

I don't understand.
We paid, didn't we?

Suspended.

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

'Remember the agreement.'
Who is this?

Again, I don't know what you mean.

Haven't you seen his wish list?

For Daddy and Mummy
to get back together

I'm not feeling so well.

He was being threatened.
- We have evidence against someone.

You're going to stop all that gaming.

It's unfair.
- And we'll break into his safe.

Can I see the photos?

Shall I stay?
- No.

I'd like to offer my deepest sympathy...
- What the hell?

BETRAYAL

DEADER THAN DEAD

INVITATION

Here you go.

Good morning.
- Hi, could you clean upstairs today?

There's a way to get me released.

You will get further instructions.

If that doesn't happen, I will be executed.

You will receive instructions about
how to transfer the ransom money.

If this is not done within...

They must have bumped
the camera by accident.

That wallpaper.
- Almost 20,000 matches.

But what's that?

Some sort of edge. Of a window?

Could you check it out?

A memorial service.

You should go.

I don't know about that.

Hi there.

How are things at home?
- Not so good.

Want to play a game?
- I thought you weren't allowed to.

I wasn't, but he's not really paying
attention to it now.

Want to play?
- No, I've lost something.

A key. I must have left it here last time.

So I've just come to look for it.
- I'll help.

That's okay, you go and play.

Aren't you working?
- Not today.

Will you find it?
- I'll just have a look around.

I'm very sorry about your father.
- Thanks.

Bj6rn is upstairs, he'll be down soon.

I'm just grabbing a game for him.

What?

You haven't seen...

Can you handle this?
- Of course.

Jesus Christ.

So what did you want to show me?
- I've got a funny feeling.

But I'm not sure.
- What is it?

Look at his eyes.

Now look at my photo.

What do you mean?

Are you watching porn?
- No, it's just a movie.

Can't you knock?

What's wrong?
- Mum.

She doesn't want to invite Iris.

To the memorial.

Why should she?

I think it's a bit cruel.

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

I'm not following.

It's like it's not him.

What?

Of course it's him,
but they don't look like his eyes.

Sorry, I don't see that.

I think the photo's been
taken with a phone.

So?
- Crap quality. It's hard to see.

I don't know.
- The photos speak for themselves.

There's no body, no statement of death.
No body, no case.

Defence?
- They want to proceed with the trial.

I'll object.

Do you think you have a chance?
- No, but at least I'll have tried.

Why aren't you saying anything?
- Are you okay?

Considering my boyfriend was
murdered? At least, it it's...

Should I be worried?

Maybe it's a bad print.
I'll ask Pepijn for the file.

Why?

Are you going to the office?

Want to come?
- Can I?

I've submitted a request.
I think I'll hear from the court soon.

And then?
- Two options.

Either the Prosecution
agrees that there's no case...

...or we go to trial, complete the process
and it will all be behind us.

It's a terrible tragedy for the family,
but...

But what?

For the case it's a blessing in disguise.

Thanks, Lars.

You know there's another suspect,
don't you?

He's in a coma. Did you know that?

Mr Van Leyden had a cardiac arrest.
We don't know if and how he'll come out.

If he did it, we might never find out.

You'll hear from me.

Text messages?

What are you thinking about?
- Nothing, darling.

Do you know when you're going back?

I have an appointment today.
- But?

Probably in two weeks.

Probably?

In two weeks.

Don't worry about us.

Darling.

Now that you're father's gone...
You guys are underage.

What do you mean?
- You can't stay on your own.

In front of my house.

My wife and kids...
- You listen to me.

Text messages?
What are you on about?

Sending that pit-bull over.

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

I wouldn't be so sure.
- I've written everything down.

All the evidence, the facts.
It's all at the notary's.

If something happens to me
or my family, or my secretary.

If I see your goon near my house again,
I won't be held responsible.

If you didn't send me weird...
- Of course I didn't text you.

What do you think? I'm a politician.

I just wanted to work for this city
and suddenly I was in a snake pit.

And you're the worst.
- That's exactly your problem:

Always blabbing about things
you know nothing about.

While the people who do know...
- I'm going back to work.

I have a city to run.
I hope you got the message.

There's something else. Don't be mad.
- Whose is it, and when are you due?

About the memorial...

Iris... Don't you think...
- I can't cope with that.

Do you understand?

You are...were separated.
He was with her the whole time.

I don't want to talk about it.

I understand how hard
it must be for you...

But I've met her a few times...
- Drop it, okay?

How awful. I'm so sorry for you.

Can we go and see him?

Real estate.

I can't tell you what it involves.
All that stress, all those interests.

All those conflicts.

And then you've got the police
breathing down your neck.

Do they still come often?

Hi, sweetie pie.

Do you want to come in?

I'll come and help tonight,
when he's asleep.

No need.

We've done that every year.

We didn't do it last year.
- Things were still messy.

Wasn't it on your list of
'things I despise'?

Changing duvet covers,
hanging up streamers?

I'm not leaving you alone. Seriously.

He's my son too, Iris,
who was born 9 years ago.

Remember how I showed
him off around the ward?

The nurses, and all the other newborn
dads, or however you call them.

Can you do me another favour?
- Sure.

Could you send me the files,
the photos of Willem?

Why?
- Will you do it or not?

Do you want to say anything?

It's so complicated.

I was wondering if you could
drive me tomorrow.

Cool.

Please find attached the photos

Van Leyden?
- No change.

What do you think?
- How easy it is...

...to throw someone into a van,
screw on a fake licence plate...

...and disappear along a few back roads
without a trace.

Do they know?
- What?

The family.

Do they know what went wrong?
- The Prosecution doesn't want it.

They're organising a memorial.

If I go, they'll all be thinking:
There's that bitch who didn't believe us.

No they won't.

And that's why we're here, they'll think.

You didn't do anything wrong.
You should go, you never know.

What's going to happen to you?

The national investigation team
is on my case.

Manslaughter, perhaps.

I get haute cuisine here these days,
see that Joachim?

Amazing.

How long did you fry it for?
- I called Elsie, she said ten minutes.

Are you sure?
- Yes.

No big deal, but next time
fry them for half of that.

Apart from that, it tastes great.

A month ago he only peeled potatoes,
and even that was almost a bloodbath.

Raimy called again.

He asked me to drive again tomorrow.
- Hear that? He has a job, too.

Your arm is better now, isn't it?

When is Willem's memorial service?

Friday, four p.m.

Who would have thought.
- What a nightmare.

Remember his first birthday?
Did you ever tell anyone about that?

It was a great idea, that swing.
For a one-year-old.

If you had hung up.
- I'm just not good at that stuff.

Let's say I have other qualities.

Did you get my email?

What do you want with it?
- Let's not talk about it now.

Is the ladder still in the bedroom?

Do you mind if I fetch it?

Marit, can you come here?

I want to show you something.

Turn that rubbish off.
- Wait a minute.

Why?
- Just look.

See who it is?

That's...
- The councillor.

Are they asleep? Good.

Tomorrow is another day.

Now for some quality time
with your loving wife.

I rented a DVD.

We can watch it in bed.

With a cup of tea.

Like a good, respectable...

...bourgeois couple.

Do we believe him, or not?

I don't know.

I really don't know.
- Who else could have sent the texts?

His name is Raimy. He's a nice guy.

Do you see him often?
- No, not really.

So what do you do?
Sit around here all by yourself...

...looking at horrific photos?

Don't take this the wrong way, but...

I'm here for you.

We don't have to pretend.

We both know how I felt about Willem.

But I hope you understand...

...that I realise how awful
this must be for you.

All that matters now...

...is that you get through this.

For yourself.

And for Menno.

So tell me what I can do.

And I'll do it.

Will you come in the morning?

We can wake him up together
with his present.

Just like in the old days.

I've caused you so much pain.

Don't think about that.

I don't get it.
- In Granddad's safe.

How did you get it?
- Doesn't matter. That councillor...

Why were you messing with that safe?
- Just listen.

There's a court case...
- Granddad paid 2 million in ransom.

And hopefully you'll pass next year
because Granddad will pay for it.

But what is he doing with this?

It's Dad's memorial service on Friday.
Keep this to yourself.

For the time being, at least.

Wake up.

The birthday boy let me in.

Can I open it?
- No, let's sing first.

Happy birthday to you...
- No, I want to open it.

Happy birthday sunshine.

You can open it.

Congrats to you too.
- And you.

A Wii.

And now of all of us.

How are you?

Follow me.

There are a few things...

Something occurred to me.

You said Willem was being threatened.
- Yes, via email and post.

I wanted to tell you...

He came home once
after an appointment.

I'd forgotten about this...

What do you mean?

I think it was a year ago.

We were going out to dinner.
He came to pick me up, but he was late.

It wasn't like him.

I got held up.
- Something important?

No, shall we go?

But he was frazzled.
And stressed.

What's wrong?
- Nothing.

He never shows it.

What's that?

A button had been pulled off his shirt.

Like in a fight?

I don't know.
But this was a year ago.

Was that when it was all going on?

With the suspect?

A few things, you said?

No, that was all.

Lars just came in,
nothing from the court yet.

Can we discuss this over the phone?
- Sure.

The Prosecution is arguing
that there's no body.

They're assuming the judge won't be
able to proceed based on a few photos.

Just so you know.

Lars is trying to put on some pressure,
but it looks like it's not over yet.

I used to play cards
with my aunt and uncle.

I remember it took some time...

...before I knew what the trump card was.

Did you play with Willem and Elsie?
- Sometimes.

After a while, that stopped.

Willem wasn't part
of the family anymore.

But when your dad built The Magnesium
he was, right?

I can't remember.

That councillor, Royackers...
I don't like him very much, you?

I get the impression he's trying
to blame your dad for all sorts of stuff.

What do you think?
- No idea.

But it wouldn't be fair if...
- About Willem...

That's...

No, nothing.
- What did you want to say?

Nothing.

I know you don't know me that well yet.

But if something is the matter,
I can help.

With all sorts of things.
I protect my sources.

If you feel like getting
something off your chest...

...that might help.

We need to talk.

Willem is dead, so I don't know
what we should talk about.

It's important.
For you too, and your kids.

What do you want?
- I want you to look at something.

Bloody hell, what are thinking?

Look at his eyes.
- No. Why?

Look at them. Only two people
can judge this: you and me.

Get lost. You've caused enough grief.

Please.

In the first place, I'd like to offer my
deepest sympathy to the family.

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

...this project is fully compliant.

...in the accounts
about which I cannot keep silent.

I came as soon as I could.

Is he having fun?

It's exactly what he wanted.

Are you okay?

How about some cake
for the birthday boy's dad?

I'll grab it.

I didn't bring my football boots
but I wanted to drop by anyway.

How sweet.

Thank you.

Do you want a drink?
- Yes, please.

Red?
- Sure.

Thank you.

It was great.

I know people with
the Dutch national team.

Can I give them your number?

Bye.
- Thanks.

See you then.

What was that?

Nothing.

Maybe the three of us can go...
- Could you take Menno?

I need to go out this evening.
- On his birthday?

Sure.
- What's so important?

I'll tell you another time.

What do you think?

He had a tiff with Van Leyden
around then.

Maybe the threats were more serious
than we thought.

That's good to know, because
I was on the phone to the hospital.

The good news is that he's
probably going to live.

The bad news is that
he'll be a vegetable.

All his gang member buddies
are being interrogated, all alibis.

Half of them is abroad,
so it's quite a job.

I've discovered something
in one of the videos they sent.

I'm having it checked out.

Royackers, Couwenberg? The taps?
- I think they know we're on to them.

They're talking, but we haven't heard
anything concrete yet.

Excellent. Good stuff.

Now Mike needs to be convicted
and we'll be Police Force of the Year.

Why are you so cynical?
- We're conditioned.

Look.

In the hospital? In his pocket?

Don't tell me it's one of the...
- Serial number?

I'll call the Prosecution.

I can ask Auntie Beppie.
- To live here?

Until you're 18.
- No way.

Maybe we can arrange
something with Granddad.

Is that really necessary?

Have you talked to your lawyer yet?
- I'll call him tomorrow.

I'm going out later.
- So late?

You're not allowed...
- I'll be back on time.

Did you have a good birthday?

You said Mum was coming
to eat pancakes with us.

Something came up.
That happens sometimes, you know that.

Off to bed, tomorrow is a school day.

I have to be back by ten
or my ankle tag will go off.

Cup of tea, please.
- Me too.

I have to go back to jail
in a few weeks.

Otherwise I'd never have come.

You mentioned something
about his eyes.

You've seen the photos, right?
I made a good print for you.

We won't look at it now.
Take it home.

You looked into those eyes
for what, 17 or 18 years?

Me a lot shorter.

But I keep thinking... It's not him.

Why would I do it?
Why would I help you?

What the hell are you thinking?

I didn't know the meaning of the word
'hate' until you came into my life.

It burns.

In your stomach,
in your head.

It suffocates you, it paralyses you.

I didn't recognise myself.
I was a different person.

All I wanted was for you to be dead.

Deader than dead.
- Yes, I noticed.

That second note.

You sent it, didn't you?

I can't do this. I can't look at you.

You have to look at this.
- I don't have to do anything.

Especially not now.

I don't want to, understand?

This is for my daughter's sake...

We've organised
a memorial service tomorrow.

She thinks he would have wanted you...

ls Madam leaving?

Yes, she's left.

I think everybody here knows
Willem and I...

...had a very difficult time.

And it didn't end very well for everyone.

It's no secret that our relationship
wasn't very good towards the end.

But that I would stand here...

...in these circumstances...

...I could never have expected that.

Willem was the father of my children...

...who mean the world to me.

For 17 years, he was my pal.

He supported me, advised me.

He was my lover and my husband.

In every meaning of the word.

There is this song:
I wish that I could turn back the clock.

I would give my right arm to
turn the clock back three years.

Back to when I was happy with Willem.

And ignorant of the suffering
that awaited me and my family.

But I can't.

No one can.

I'll have to accept that.

That's why I'd like to finish...

...with the hope...

...that we can all live on together
in harmony.

And that the criminals who did this...

...will be caught.

And finally...

Rest in peace, my dear Willem.

Love of my life.

Where's Bj6rn?

I'll look for him.

Bj6rn, honey, are you coming?

It's over.

Sweetheart.

I don't get it.

No one gets it.

We'll have to accept it.
- I don't know what to think.

About what?
- Dad, and that man.

What man?

If Dad's phone hadn't rung...

Leave it.

What do you mean?

What you said just now... I feel so bad.

Tell me what you mean.

No, Dad would never...
- I'm your sister.

It's okay. I won't tell anyone.

Stay in the car.

Dad's phone.

Dad keeps saying I need to be
more independent.

Think for myself.

I thought it might be important.

So I took it to him.

What? What did you see?

Are you okay, son?

Where are they?

The other day, at the station...
- What about it?

You told me about the button.
But there was something else.

Please tell me.

What?

What's wrong?

What are you doing, idiot?
Weren't things bad enough?

Shall we eat together?
- Yes, stay for dinner.

She can't handle it.

I thought we were friends.

That's clear.

I've come to see your mother.
She's not answering my calls.

I haven't seen the photos
but I hear they're gruesome.