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Previously on Betrayal

What's wrong? Something's wrong?

He's been kidnapped.

It was the last thing I could do, just to get that bloody trial over with.

So when will you release him? - After the trial, like I said.

But don't tell anyone.

The photos aren't enough. Without a body, we should keep the trial going.

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

Why was this video in Granddad's safe?

The whole deal went by the book.

Instead of next Friday, you're due back this Monday morning.

I want to make a deal.

I've caused you so much pain. - Don't think about that.

BETRAYAL

DEJA vu

'No verdict'? What is this? - I don't know.

What is this? - I swear I don't know.

She says she has information that will solve the case in a day.

She says she knows everything.

What does she want in return?

A suspension or acquittal of her prison sentence.

Isn't that the third time this week already?

Haven't heard anything yet?

They keep texting me to ask if I'm coming to the graduation party.

Sweetie, why don't you just go?

It's a once-in-a-lifetime event.

There will be other events.

I told her this is not America, that we don't do deals like that.

You say that, but lately we have...

They've found the cottage.

Where they shot the ransom videos. It's in the Ardennes.

They found a match via the... Never mind.

It's empty. It was rented online with a fake address, they paid in cash.

A body? - They're searching.

Damn that Royackers. - It's not him.

If it was him, I would have got it out of him.

It's someone who knows he's still alive.

Your Dutch is very good. - I learned at school.

I emailed all the information. He should be buried here somewhere.

I don't know anymore.

This was going to be a small job, a few days.

Look at the bloody mess we're in now.

And it's getting more and more dodgy by the day.

The cure is worse than the disease. The weird texts, the Yugos...

...who complain more every day. Your daughter who 'needed' to know.

I say it's enough.

Let's end this.

How?

No. - How else?

I told Elsie yesterday... - Think about it.

How will things will be when he's back, all hunky dory?

I've thought about that.

You're the boss. But I want you to know...

...that I'm out. You're on your own.

I mean it.

You and me. - No, it's not working.

Sorry.

Hey, you can't do this to me.

There you go.

What do you think? - Honestly?

This could take days, weeks even.

If we even find anything.

Can we talk?

I'll go upstairs.

I've spoken to the Chief Public Prosecutor.

If your information is as valuable as you claim, there might be options.

What options?

We could advise the court...

...to spend the rest of your sentence in a so-called open facility.

No, I get to stay at home.

Maybe with a strap, like I have now, but I stay with my kids.

If your information is so crucial...

...we might be able to come up with something.

But only if what you say is true.

Blame the Yugos.

He tried to escape, they had no choice.

As if Elsie would buy that. - Why wouldn't she?

God knows what you did to try and save him.

Unfortunately, this was beyond your power.

He tried to rat you out.

My grandchildren.

I gather you're due back at the penitentiary on Monday?

What you just said I want that in writing.

My children.

I don't know if I can tell them.

But Willem...

...is alive.

My father is holding him captive.

My own father.

The man who sat me on his lap.

Who raised me.

Who made me what I am today.

Who, after everything that's happened still goes on playing filthy games.

It's a long story.

Take all the time you need.

He's in the Ardennes.

Somewhere near Bouillon, in the woods.

Go on.

In the middle of nowhere. That's where he's being held captive.

It all has to do with the court case with the councillor.

Willem was going to testify...

the police find the body within five hours, or else

I don't want him to know that we... That I...

I'll have those guys do it.

He won't see me.

I want it to be quick and painless.

I'll go right away. You won't hear from me for a few days.

Sure. no problem

That's great, thanks.

Jim, can't you hear me?

They're searching the cottage.

I have very poor reception. - And?

There's a strong smell of bleach, but no trace yet.

I'll call as soon as I know more.

Could you bring us your laptop?

Can I come too?

Show them.

That's the councillor.

And his secretary.

This was in your granddad's safe?

What's wrong, Dad?

Just leave me.

Just leave me alone.

Steenhouwer is alive. The photo was fake.

Ms...his ex-wife was right. - Hoegaarde.

Couwenberg had to stop Steenhouwer from testifying.

They had to pretend he was dead so there would be no case.

The plan was to release him later.

So where is Steenhouwer? The cottage is swarming with people.

Obviously not there, but he is in the Ardennes.

Mrs Couwenberg saw him herself.

That's impossible, she's under surveillance.

Check with Probation. Her monitor was at home.

Hi, I'm calling about Mrs Couwenberg's electronic detention.

What's up, it's your day isn't it? - Yes, that's not what I'm calling about.

That photo of Willem...

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

It's hard to explain and I'm not supposed to talk about it.

I'm not following you.

Could I stop by? Or you could come here?

You're kidding. - No, he's alive.

I've got half of the Belgian police force digging up the place.

They've moved. It could be a few hundred kilometres.

Somewhere near Bouillon, that's all she remembers.

She was under surveillance. - I know, it's bizarre.

So stop looking and get your ass down to Bouillon.

News about Steenhouwer. We know where he's buried.

Why now?

Mrs Couwenberg.

I'll be right over.

What's going on? - We're there, with the Belgian police.

How is this possible?

You didn't tell your children, did you? Stay here, don't go see your father.

The IP address is untraceable.

Caya and the Belgians are on their way.

What about Couwenberg? - Complete radio silence.

Mourabit stays here and decides what to do with him. I'm off to Belgium.

First his daughter swears he's alive, and all of a sudden he's six feet under.

Could you stay here?

What are you doing? - A good kitchen is a clean one.

Why won't you tell us what's going on with Granddad?

Well?

Granddad is...

When he offered to pay the ransom, I thought...

...he'd changed his ways and was sorry about what happened.

We'll talk about Granddad in detail, but not now.

Why not? - Not now.

I'm so glad you're here.

Where's Menno? - At a friend's house.

They're dropping him off in a minute.

There's news. The kidnappers have told us where he is.

I mean his body.

But the photo...

I'm afraid it was real.

What happens now? - It's in Belgium, I'm going now.

They're going to dig him up.

It's impossible. I don't believe it.

I'll come with you. - Out of the question.

I'm going. - You can't.

If what you say is true, someone will have to identify him.

I'll get my coat.

We had regular meetings about the tenders.

All the project developers met here, including Couwenberg.

That bastard planted a camera here to see what the others had to say.

Esther and I...

I'm married.

And we're having an affair.

Suddenly that damn Couwenberg had this video.

So it was very simple.

Either he got the tender, or he'd post the video online.

I had to do as he said.

He swore he'd destroy everything.

And Steenhouwer? - He didn't know about it yet.

I didn't know that, I only spoke to him later on.

He hadn't been Couwenberg's lawyer for a while.

I knew Steenhouwer had a similar experience, in terms of extramarital...

But I didn't trust Couwenberg.

I wanted to be sure he'd destroyed the tape.

Couwenberg recorded...

I lost my temper.

I don't want to know.

It all seemed to fizzle out until this stupid accountant popped up.

He'd found some errors in the accounts.

And it became a case after all.

What did they claim? Bribery.

Complete nonsense. We were sure we'd win the case.

But then Steenhouwer would testify. And because I'd told him everything...

...and he didn't work for Couwenberg... - It got dangerous, and you...

But I had nothing to do with the kidnapping or the murder.

Is it Couwenberg?

Hey, Raimy. - Hi, Van Persie.

How's life? - Good.

Iris called, didn't she? - Yes, I gathered.

I'm just covering for the sitter.

But a real, qualified one is on the way. - That's fine. Bye, Menno.

Do you play FIFA? - What do you think?

This is Elsie Couwenberg's voicemail, leave a message.

Honey, it's your dad. I just wanted to touch base.

I was wondering if there was any news.

Call me soon.

Bloody hell. - Sorry, I can't find anyone.

I can call his friend and ask if he can stay over.

What are you doing, anyway?

I'm on my way somewhere with Pepijn. It's urgent.

Something to do with the photos? - Yes.

Okay, I'll stay here until you come back.

If you promise to keep me in the loop.

Call me as soon as you know anything at all.

We have a trace, but it's not easy.

What do you think?

A few days? - No, we'll find him tonight.

Is this official? - No, no.

Found anything yet?

Mike, this is Pierre.

His secretary? Classic.

I'll do that now.

What? - Sorry, I can't say.

Whatever happens, I'm here for you.

I'll stick around.

I don't know how to say this... - What do you mean?

You're so kind.

So, what's your bedtime?

Isn't it about time?

Give it to me.

Your mum told me you like being read to for ages.

But you're probably old enough to read yourself, right?

It's still at Dad's.

Dad, don't you want any dinner? - No, I'm not hungry.

Just leave me.

You were driving that journalist around the other day, weren't you?

It's a bit infrequent, isn't it? Maybe we should look for something more regular.

What were you doing with those photos the other day?

In that car? - What?

With Joachim.

Photos of Willem. - What are you on about?

Why do we have to go outside?

You got the wrong end of the stick, as usual.

So what are you up to then?

You're doing something weird. With Willem.

Well?

Stay here. Listen to me.

You wanted me to be more independent, right?

Well, then.

You're the last person I expected to see here.

Pepijn is my ex-husband.

He asked me to come. To identify the body.

If he's been murdered, was it the man in a coma after all?

I can't tell you.

I wanted...

Did I ever apologize to you?

I misjudged the situation.

You were right, weren't you?

What you said about me being wrong.

His eyes.

I'm afraid so.

Surely you've got books at your mum's. - But this one is so exciting.

Shall we call your dad? - He can never find anything either.

I can't call anyway, he left his phone. - That's not his phone.

Whose is it then? - No idea.

Barvaux who are you?

I know everything

what are you talking about?

The police find the body within five hours, or else

sure no problem

I've got it.

The GPS isn't accurate enough here in the woods.

It could go on all night.

Or even longer.

There's a hotel nearby.

Let's wait there.

There's no point. We're just in the way.

No network coverage. I'll call at reception.

I'm next door. I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything.

Do you want to come in?

I have a bad feeling about this.

He's really dead, isn't he?

We'll arrest him straight away. Do you want to be there?

I can't reach Iris.

Excuse me? - And I think we need to hurry.

You shouldn't be alone now.

If you want...

...I'll stay with you tonight.

Only if you want me to.

I can't hear you, you keep breaking up.

I'll call you back.

Just like the old days.

What's wrong?

Is that...

Does that mean...

That they've found him?

Not yet.

Not yet.

What are you going to do now? - What's happening?

Keep trying. Shall we play a game? - I thought I had to go to bed?

Did I say that? No, I can't have said that.

Come here.

Hey sweetie, shouldn't you be...

Police station?

Yes, pass him on.

What are you doing there?

Bj6rn, for God's sake...

What's going on? - We'll tell you at the station.

I can't leave. My son needs me.

The father of my child.

What they found... - A murderer.

It's all...

...because... - A lunatic.

...I can't get over it... - A psychopath.

I believed everything you said. You're mad.

Whatever I do... - A sick mind...

...who has my son half the time.

Yes, I'm sick without you.

Terminally ill.

Dead.

Why don't you understand? - Shut up.

Can we talk?

During his captivity, Willem Steenhouwer managed...

...to establish a friendship with one of the kidnappers.

Because a job that was only supposed to last a few days kept being extended...

...they had developed a huge aversion against their bosses.

I'm not doing that pig's dirty work.

Then why did you say yes?

Do we have the money? - I think so.

Steenhouwer used it to his advantage.

Send the message. We're leaving. Hurry.

And so, as it turned out, a big real estate tycoon...

...heard his own former lawyer give an incriminating testimony against him.

I hold my oath of secrecy dear.

But it is curtailed by my right to breathe.

In this case my interest as victim supersedes this pledge.

I therefore declare that Mr Couwenberg...

...used the video footage to blackmail the councillor into attaining the project.

Further on in this reconstruction: More about the Prosecution's blunders...

...Mr Royackers' adultery...

...and the sinister practices of project developer Couwenberg.

The Stopera Scandal by Raimy Bocal

Are you ever going to look for Dimitri? - No.

He saved your life. - I still doubt he'll want to see me.

Come here, you.

Will you look after your mother?

And make sure you enrol before it's too late.

Thank you for everything.

Don't fall off the Eiffel Tower.

She's got pretty eyes too. - She gets those from me.

Will he be okay with that journalist for a whole weekend?

He's taking him to a football match and they'll play lots of FIFA.

Your daughter has blue eyes, yours are brown.

So, isn't that possible?

One more thing.

Is there anything you need to tell me?

It's over three hours to Gare du Nord. Plenty of time.