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Previously on Betrayal

What's wrong?
- Something's wrong.

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

'Remember the agreement. '
Who is this?

They killed him.
- They sent photos...

It's like it's not him.
- What?

I know it's him, but they're not his eyes.

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

If there's anything I can do...
- You're sweet.

However, we do regard your suicide
attempt as a very serious matter.

I don't know what to think.
- What do you mean?

What did you see?

BETRAYAL

THE GERMAN

Drive.

Take the A2 southbound.

One bank note?
- Yes, in his jacket at the hospital.

Very careless. Any pro
knows we record these numbers.

Ferdi E. wasn't stupid either,
and he spent it in the supermarket.

But he didn't go into a coma
so he could be interrogated.

Anyway, at least we can wrap it up.

We can stop Couwenberg
and Royackers's surveillance.

There's something else.

His girlfriend claims
these are not his eyes.

What do Forensics think?

The quality is too bad.
They were taken with a phone.

They can't work with them.
- So?

She says: I know his eyes,
and they're not his.

She means someone
photoshopped the eyes.

It's possible,
but almost impossible to prove.

Why would anyone do that?
In whose interest is it?

The point is that he's dead.
There's no expression in them.

That affects the iris.
- Iris.

That's her...
- Yes, that's her name. Iris Hoegaarde.

Anyway, when you die,
the expression in your eyes changes.

She can't handle it.

It happens all the time.
She's clutching at straws.

Do you agree with that?

Yes, she can't handle it.

I must be crazy to do this.

But then that's been
officially established.

Stop the charades.

You don't know half...
- No, I don't.

What I do know is that my kids
will never get over this.

They're traumatized for life.

That dick should've kept his mouth shut.

If you lay a finger on Bj6rn,
I'll know where to find you.

Hey, change your tone.
I'm your father.

Do you even realise...

Do you ever stop to think
how you make people suffer...

...with those horrid games of yours?
How you break people?

If you shut your big mouth I'll try and
explain that it's the other way round.

I don't understand. There's no body.
- No, but there are clear photos.

The man is dead. There've been
enough murder cases where...

I know.
But the main suspect is in a coma.

If I were a judge,
I'd want 100% certainty too.

The police made an error
during the ransom transfer.

They clearly stated what they'd do
and then sent proof.

Steenhouwer will never appear in court.

I agree, but I'm the Public Prosecutor.
I don't blame the court.

Why? Just to stall?

Did you know your ex-wife
went to the station?

She has doubts about the authenticity
of the photos.

Nonsense, of course.
But we could use it.

Elsie Couwenberg's phone.

Jesus. She must have forgotten.

Hang on.

She must have taken a different bag.

She said she went out
for some fresh air.

Is it really a big deal?

Someone's at the door, bye.

I've come to see your mother.

She's not answering my calls
so I thought I'd stop by.

She left her phone.

Why do you need to see her?
- We had something to discuss.

You and my mother?

When will she be back?
- No idea.

Before ten o'clock tonight, anyway.

Take care.
- You too.

That's funny, I was just at her doorstep.

No, I'm not scared
she'll hurt me anymore.

No, that's not necessary.
Yes, I will call you.

Okay, thank you.

Where are we going, Dad?

What exactly did Bj6rn say?
- Where are we going?

That you were fooling around
with photos, in a car.

With Joachim and some other guy.
Photos of Willem.

What a dickhead.
- Who?

Bj6rn of course.
- Are you blaming your son again?

What is it?
- What the hell are you doing?

Wasn't it all bad enough?
What have you done?

Don't shout.
- Tell me now.

If you calm down.
- No way.

Or I'll get in the car
and drive off without you.

Hothead.

There are lots of graduation parties.
- Great, I can't wait.

What have you been doing?
- What do you mean?

What are you up to these days?
- Are you my mother?

I was just wondering... Never mind.
- What?

Are you still playing poker?

Marit, we still need to talk about...

ls your mother not in?
- No, she's gone out.

With my dad?

No idea.

I've come to check how you were.

I have a visitor.
- Shall I come back later?

This is Ms Middelburg,
she's with the police.

Raimy Bocal.
- Hello.

Sorry, I've interrupted something.
- No, I'm done.

All the best.

It may sound strange now,
but if there's anything...

If anything comes to mind, let me know.

Why would I?
You don't take me seriously anyway.

From day one. Isn't that right?

No, it's partly thanks to you that
we're close to solving the case.

Sure. Thanks a lot.

They don't believe me.

They can't see any evidence
of it being photoshopped.

SQ?

They're not his eyes.

It's a German guy.

Joachim has known his for years,
from his time in Hamburg.

I don't know where he met him,
but the man's a genius. And reliable.

He can do anything. Passports,
notary statements, handwriting.

He's so good, it's scary.
I think he does art as well.

But nobody knows him,
except for Joachim.

The note.

I had some documents
with Willem's handwriting.

I had it delivered to him.

I don't know how he does it.
He uses computers and light boxes.

Then he can trace them a certain way.
He knows all types of paper.

I believe all of that, Dad,
and I couldn't care less.

Why, for God's sake?

Willem was going to testify.

Against me.
Or Royackers, to be precise.

Do you know what that would mean?

I'd be ruined. Me, the business,
everything would be gone.

Everything, you understand?
Bj6rn would be on his own.

Is that why you're...
- Your inheritance, gone.

If you think that's a reason...

Do you think I busted a gut my whole life
to see it all go up in smoke in one go?

Willem was your lawyer.

Surely that means
he can't testify against you?

And yet that's what he wanted to do.

I didn't know what to do.
I was at my wits' end.

Then I got that phone call.
You had tried to top yourself.

Your brother and I rushed to hospital.

And who did I bump into?

I saw Willem. He was devastated.

Never, in the twenty years that I'd known
him, had I seen him like that.

Because everything that
happened to you was his fault.

And then I had an idea.

Can we go and see that man...
- Simon?

Can we show him? He's an expert...
- No.

Shouldn't you try and accept it?

I've seen dead people before.

The soul disappears from the eyes.

It's not surprising you think...

Listen...

This whole case is fishy.
That Royackers...

What do you think?

Do you think I give a shit about that
councillor? Willem is not dead.

Why won't anyone believe me?

I know him. How many times
haven't I looked in those eyes?

You have to stop this.

However tragic it is, he's dead.
and you'll have to...

If that's what you think, then piss off.

I don't know anymore, Iris.
- I thought we were friends.

At least that's clear.

You were nearly gone,
Willem was a mess.

Everyone would understand
if he'd take off for a few days.

To sort things out in his head.

So if I hadn't taken those pills...

And then Joachim hired
the German guy?

So Willem wouldn't
be able to go to court?

That was all.

We wanted to keep him off the street
for a few days, that's all.

He would wake up three days later
somewhere in his own car.

He wouldn't remember a thing,
the trial would be over, everyone happy.

How can you even say that?
- Do you think I enjoyed it?

It's all so easy for you.
- Easy? What do you mean?

You just pop some pills
and think that will solve everything.

So you don't have to think
about anything anymore.

You know I don't mean it like that, hon.

She wanted some fresh air.
Maybe she went to the beach.

But Dad's been out all day too.
- So?

Is there a problem?

What's got into him?

Come.

Do you want a coffee?
- Yes.

Just a moment.

Look at this. Letters.

What on earth does it say?

Coline? Corine? But what is it?

A photo frame, or a painting?

The bottom of a shelf?

An air vent?

You think it was easy to be in jail?
With a bunch of jerks and morons?

Knowing you have no business,
no husband, no future.

And that when you come out,
your kids will have moved out.

And crossing that border, and thinking:
I don't want this anymore.

Yes, the first pill was easy.

So was the second one.

But the third, the fourth one?
Do you think they were easy?

But sweetheart,
however bad things get...

...you've always got your family.

Your children. Bj6rn.

Me.

Anyway, that case of yours
was postponed, or whatever you call it.

Thirty days.

Despite that bastard lawyer assuring me
it would all be over. Forever.

I couldn't keep him under for that long.
- So much for your little plan.

You think you know better.

But you have no idea.
- I'm sure.

You've always been taken care of.
First by me, then by Willem.

But I've always had to survive
in a sea full of sharks.

Where people stab each other in
the back just to get building permission.

Day in, day out.
- So what do you do? Bribe a councillor.

Is that really what you think?
- So you didn't?

No, of course not.

What was Willem going to tell them?
- He wanted revenge.

That's what it was all about.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I have just gave an official statement.

I've discovered certain constructions
in the accounts...

...about which I cannot keep silent.

Right now?

So you thought kidnapping
would be a good idea?

Particularly for Marco and Marit.
- What was I supposed to do?

I was stuck with him and thought
I'd figure a way out to release him.

So you gave yourself two million euros.

I don't get that at all.

Everything would have been for nothing.

If you were kidnapped and someone
paid two million to release you.

Would you testify against him?

You dirty rat.

But you weren't sure?
- No, I wasn't.

But what else could I do?

...hammering in the first post
of The Magnesium...

...with my good friend, Mr Couwenberg.

You are wearing your...
- Of course.

She's taken the wrong bag.
Everything is in here.

Can I take a look?

It's me. Yes, just as we agreed.

Take the next right.

Go right here.

What is it?
- They made gas pipes.

And other ironwork, including air vents.
- Made?

The company went bankrupt.
It was only around for 20 years.

I've got some officers on it.

Corina. Italian?
- Belgian.

Go on.

Wait.

Marco saw that photo.
- If only I could have prevented that.

He wanted to see it. And the fucking
police thought it would be good.

Why on earth must
the whole world think he's dead?

Because...

The guys here said that whether
or not the ransom would be paid...

...he was still going to testify.
I had gambled, and lost.

It was all for nothing.

This was the last thing I could do
to get the bloody case closed.

I couldn't tell you before, honey.

But he's alive, Elsie.

We all have to deal with this.

But he'll stay alive, for Marco and Marit.

What?
- What do you mean?

What should we do?

What are we going to tell Mum?

No, not yet.

Everything will be okay.
That's what I'm trying to tell you.

As soon as the trial is over, it will take a
while but he'll resurface somewhere.

Alright?

I just wanted
what was best for everyone.

I want you to know that.

I didn't bribe any councillor.

Willem wanted to nail me,
I was up against the wall.

This was the best I could come up with.

I'll handle Bj6rn,
but you need to keep quiet.

However hard it is, sweetheart.
You can't tell the kids.

If you keep quiet, it will all be okay.

There's my favourite son.
- You've only got one.

Can I have your mobile?

I'm picking him up from school tomorrow.

Shall we all have dinner together?
I'll cook.

Yes, stay for dinner.
Because of my birthday.

Okay-

I'll take a taxi.
You're going straight home?

We understand each other, don't we?

So when will you release him?
- After the trial, when it's all sorted.

But no one can find out before that.

So don't tell Marco and Marit.
For their own sake.

And for Willem's.

Yes, I told you.

See you soon.

Hang in there.

The case is coming nicely, isn't it?

Although I heard something about...

...how you...

...think someone might have
messed with the photos?

I'm sure of it.

Nobody believes me.
- So how do you mean, messed?

I must have made a thousand portraits.

I've seen and studied a billion eyes.

That photo...
They're not Willem's eyes.

I'm so sorry.
I took the wrong bag.

I understand.
Yes, that's fine. See you tomorrow.

Guys, I need to lie down.

What's that?
- The business park building site.

I've left you stranded.
- It goes on and on.

Whether they're rented or not,
they have to be built.

Why did you call me?
- I want to show you something.

What's this?
- Ratatouille.

Ratatouille. I got it from the internet.

It's French.

I told you to wait by the car.

And what do you do? You ignore me
and start meddling in my affairs.

So what did you and Elsie...
- Just shut up.

It was what they said at the memorial...
- Drop it.

I'm impressed with all this.

I am.

A bit too much onion, perhaps.

I really like it, even though
it's not really a guy thing.

The best chefs in the world are men.
- I guess that's true.

You always see that in movies.

I offer source protection, you know that.
I'm a journalist.

People tell me all sorts of things.

I heard people say the photos
have been messed with.

That the eyes aren't real.

I know nothing about it.

Who are you?

I know everything

what are you talking about?

Remember the agreement

if they didn't follow the instructions
you would do something

we'll take care of it

Are you okay?

I'm a bit tired.

I just need a minute.

I'll come and eat in a moment.

What is it, honey?
- About Granddad...

No, it's okay. I spoke to Auntie Beppie
and you can stay here on your own.

She'll come by and cook occasionally.
- That's not what I meant.

Okay, thanks.

I ordered some sandwiches,
and a tuna salad for you.

Any news about Mike?

They're still on it.
Dishonourable dismissal, probably.

That factory did a lot of business
in Wallonia.

Air vents for bathrooms, offices,
holiday homes.

Have they got any client records?

They had an archive, but it was
destroyed by the receivers.

Our Belgian colleagues?
- They're working on it.

But they made it clear
they have other priorities.

We have a probable perpetrator,
Steenhouwer is dead.

We might never find him. I've stacks of
cases I've made even less progress on.

What's this?
- It's Granddad's. It's his DVD, I mean.

The guy is that councillor,
from the trial.

See that?
- And this is Granddad's?

It was in his safe.

Look.

This was what it was all about.

Listen.

Mum, why aren't you saying anything?

Why did Granddad keep
this video in his safe?

The only reason could be...
- Guys, please.

What happened to Dad and the trial...
- Yes, I know.

I need to think.

It's completely unacceptable.
You broke all the rules.

You're lucky Ms Hoegaarde
didn't complain.

You were due back next Friday, but we've
moved it forward to this Monday.

Good morning to you too.
- Sorry, I had to take Menno to school.

How are you getting on with your ex?
- Quite well, thanks.

We're meeting the
president of the court today.

I've thought about it.

You're absolutely right.

The photos aren't enough.

Without a body we should do what it
takes the keep the case going.

I haven't heard that one before.

You catch the perpetrator
and he goes into a coma.

Well, perpetrator... The main suspect.

So who did it for him?
- We'll never find out. Foreigners.

Crime scene?

We're pretty sure he was in Belgium.

Whereabouts?
- Wallonia.

Have you got a trace?
- I'm looking into some matches.

I miss you. I hate that
you might be fired or charged.

It's keeping me up at night.
- Hey, stop it. I'm a married man.

I didn't say I wanted to sleep with you,
you dickhead.

I just want you back at the station.
- I don't think that's going to happen.

It's me. I thought I'd give you a call.

I didn't recognize the number.
- Other phone. How are you?

I wish people would stop asking me that.
- Sorry.

I'm talking about yesterday.

Dad?
- Yes, darling.

I was thinking.
That trial, with the councillor...

Did that really all go by the books?

Yes, honey,
I swear on your mother's grave.

He's just a frustrated civil servant
getting worked up about nothing.

That whole deal went by the books.

Has Marco enrolled in that school?
- Yes, he's busy with that.

Okay, call me if you need anything.
- I will.

Have you got a new phone, Dad?

Why?
- No reason.

The court is still undecided...

...though the Prosecution think
they have the perpetrator.

And Willem Steenhouwer is dead,
what more do they want?

I haven't seen the photos,
but I gather they're pretty horrific.

There are plenty of homicide
cases where there was no body.

Eventually, the court will accept that
and decide to continue.

And then it will be over within a week.

Finally.
- Haven't I heard you say this before?

There are judges and judges.

This one likes getting attention.
Believe me, it's over. Or I'll eat my hat.

I'll hold you to that.

What now?
- Several people have doubts now.

What do you want?

I was moved by your speech
at the memorial.

A few years ago,
I was standing on a quay.

And I fell in love with a man.

I knew he was married.

Even if I'd known
what it would do to you...

...I still wouldn't
have been able to stop it.

But I do want to tell you I'm sorry.

I can't do this.
- Wait.

You and I, we can see it.

The bloody photos.
They're not Willem's eyes.

If that's true, he might still be alive.

You loved him once, I still do.

Please look at them.
Think about it.

They don't believe me.

But if you tell them...

I'll take a look.

Good morning.

Now?

The police need a body
tell them where it is, or no verdict

Mrs Couwenberg,
what's so important?

I want to make a deal.

But she was under surveillance.

That photo of Willem?

I'm not the only one
who believes it's fake.

We'll talk about Granddad,
but not now.

Why not?
- Not now.