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I do. - I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Lampe is a contract killer hired by Couwenberg.

Your solicitor failed to prove that. This is your last chance for payback.

We had a deal. You are getting involved again.

It's the only way to get at him. - Are you trying to take revenge?

Are you still arguing?

Does he suspect anything? - No. Nothing at all.

You offered to help me.

Can you come round?

Awesome.

Dad, who is this Alex bloke?

He's very bright, which can cause trouble.

Are you seeing someone? - No.

He secretly sold his entire company.

No one could have predicted that that ninny would fall for a whore.

Will you marry me? - Yes.

On paper, Bj6rn is the sole owner of Couwenberg Investments.

The shares need to be transferred soon.

To whom? - To you.

What's he doing here? - I work for Mr Couwenberg.

Betrayal

How was I supposed to know? - He handles his business. Didn't we notice?

I don't get it. He got the slip at the Prosecution Services.

Why would Couwenberg hire him, of all people?

Elsie says it's because of Bj6rn.

Do you buy that? - I don't know.

They might be pulling one of their tricks.

You've seen all possible tricks in the world already.

What else could it be?

Good morning. - Morning.

I hope he doesn't think he could ever win Iris back.

What's her take on this?

She doesn't know it yet.

How did it go? - I did it. I went there.

So she let you in?

But we were interrupted.

What happened? - Doesn't matter.

The problem is I couldn't finish our talk. - She won't do it anyway.

I don't think so. There may be a way in.

When will you get out? - Next Tuesday.

Are you serious? Do you really think she...

Try again, as soon as possible.

What's the matter? - I'd better ask you.

Will you let me in on it or not?

If it's about that whore, you cannot stop him from marrying her.

I won't accept it and neither will Granddad.

Granddad? I thought we wanted nothing more to do with him.

What are you up to?

Fine, whatever.

What is it? - I have question.

Can't it wait till tonight? - Jesus, Iris.

Can we please try and act normal for a change?

Yes, please. That would be great. I'd love to.

Anything to make you stop with this nonsense.

What is your ex-husband up to? Have you heard something?

What? - You won't believe this.

Couwenberg has a new lawyer. - Marvellous.

You drop his name again. - Pepijn van Erkel.

No...

How? Why? - That's what I'd like to know.

It's bound to have something to do with me.

Or with you.

Hello, this is Pepijn speaking. - I haven't decided yet.

I don't mean to harass you, but I'm in a hurry.

The company is on the line. - But my dad and I...

Don't take it personally. The company is...

I don't care about that. I told you a million times.

I get that, but this is for your brother's sake.

In what way? - If you agree, we can fix this instantly.

We will tell the girl right away that Bj6rn is penniless.

So there's no gain for her, even after a divorce.

Please think about it.

'III

Explain it to me one more time, with him present.

I think this is getting... - A little weird?

Us pretending to know each other. - I get it.

You know my dad's solicitor? - I do odd jobs for him.

What are you hoping to find? - We don't know yet.

No lady visitor today? - No, she's at work.

I brought a new game. Want to try it? - Awesome.

Isn't this a game changer? - For what?

Well, for this project of yours.

What is that idiot doing with Couwenberg? - No idea.

When will you see him? - Tomorrow, with Menno.

I would really appreciate it if you could ask him what the hell they're up to.

Only if you come to my exhibition.

Why wouldn't I? - Because we're so happy at the moment.

I don't want to go alone...

or come up with excuses why my new husband didn't bother to show.

I'll go with you because I love you.

See? You have to try to clear the field while avoiding the snipers.

This is brilliant, this is.

What did you start with? - How do you mean?

What games? - Don't remember. You?

My dad's old computer. That old XP junk. Do you remember that?

Like minesweeper and stuff.

They were awesome. I'd love to play them again.

XP, Bj6rn. Remember? - XP?

Those huge desktop computers. - Didn't Granddad own one of those?

Windows XP. - I think he did.

Is it still there? - I don't know. Maybe in the attic.

I'm hungry

How shall we start?

How about: How illegal is it?

Yes, that's one possibility.

How illegal is it? - It isn't.

Not entirely.

And what's the illegal part, exactly? - It's complicated.

The idea was for me to sign something. - Correct.

Let's hear it, then. - We operate via Panama.

I read it's a beautiful country. Was it the one with the canal?

You don't need to go there. - What a shame.

In a nutshell, Couwenberg investment's shares...

were once transferred to a trust office and managed by them.

They issued stock certificates that acknowledge legal ownership.

You'll get to read the contract first. - Alright. Continue.

The certificates were then transferred to a trading partnership in Panama.

Financial reports are not required there, so the company is practically invisible.

Meaning what? - That the shares now belong to...

Bj6rn Couwenberg. And to some third-rate trollop if we're not careful.

And no one in this country will know? - It can't be checked.

But the shares must be sold to a third party before the wedding date.

Why won't you take them? - I'll have to hand it in to the court.

I see you want to keep it in the family. So now it's my turn.

So what's the trick?

We'll antedate the documents slightly. - I see. That's the illegal part.

Correct. But no one can tell because it's registered in Panama.

Really? - Yes, you can have it checked.

But if I own all the shares, who is going to be in charge?

Meaning? - Who will run the company?

I will, of course.

He had a mark under his eye, just like... - Like what?

Like he had been hit by someone. - Hit? By whom?

Macrander?

If it's true we may have a lead here.

I don't know. I'm not sure of what I saw. - We have to be certain.

Was Macrander that mad at him? - Possibly.

There. Now you know everything.

What do you think? - What do you mean?

Will you or won't you? - Do you mind if I sleep on it?

It's quite something. - Yes, I do mind. We're in a hurry.

Your arsehole brother will tie the knot before we know it.

The paperwork must be in order first. - Why? That girl doesn't know.

She won't divorce him instantly. - How do we know?

Maybe she's been investigating and asking Bj6rn. She may be smarter than you think.

This isn't a local corner shop. This firm is worth 80 to 100 million euros.

And it's called Couwenberg, just like you.

He's such a sweet lad.

But what? - He's very compliant and has a girlfriend.

Yes, I heard about that. A little whore.

Did you hack his computer? - He just wants to play video games.

But I noticed it has a secure hard drive. - What does that mean?

I have to work on it on the premises.

When are you going over next? - Tomorrow.

Great. I'm going home.

What?

Yes, I'm focussed. For fuck's sake, shut up.

That's more like it. Clever boy.

I'm hungry

You should wear a dress more often. - Pardon?

I love you wearing those. Nice and short ones.

Seriously? - Or is that too sexist?

You don't know a thing about fashion.

But I do know about women. You're the prettiest, and you're mine.

If you wear a dress tomorrow, I'll wear anything you want.

Lederhosen or even tights.

Don't answer the door. - I'll go.

For God's sake. Tax law is not in my curriculum.

And I couldn't care less, to be honest.

Could you ask someone? A fellow student, perhaps.

Or someone you know. - Why do you ask? What's the problem?

It's complicated. A friend of mine received a business offer.

So now she wants to know if it's legit.

It's in Panama? - Yes, Panama.

Will she say yes?

It's difficult for her, so I'm not sure.

But if she does, it's done as soon as he's out.

Where will the deal be sealed? - At the notary's office.

You can set the whole thing up and then barge in the door.

And round up a confidant? Are you mad? - Don't be daft. It happens.

There's a lot at stake for you.

Then the examining magistrate has to be in a good mood to be convinced...

The notary is a crook, so all the more reason to do it.

It's the whole family. Father, son, and daughter.

How long have we been on to them?

So, do you like the arrangement?

Yes, I think I do.

Tomorrow, then.

You'll see him tomorrow. - Yes.

Goodnight.

Night.

Iris? I'll say it one more time.

I have to do it.

Cool. Can I play now? - Okay.

Shall we play that new game?

Notary's office J.M.M. Penningh

Good afternoon. - Hello. Please come in.

Is your daughter amazing or what? I asked a fourth-year student of tax law.

Nice guy, but he's a huge nerd and wears awful shirts.

What did he say? - It's true.

They don't keep records in Panama. You're invisible.

To whom? - The Dutch tax authorities.

So, is it against the law? - Not really.

Really? - It's one of many loophole constructions.

It's like Apple and Starbucks who don't pay taxes because they have offices here.

Right. I'll tell my friend it's okay.

J.B. Balthus message

got the message will contact you soon

Why did you come? - It's too far to go by yourself.

Don't you like my company? - I can manage on my own.

What if my mates see you?

Menno, I need a word with Daddy. One moment.

How are you? - Great.

You got a new job?

Why do you ask? - I heard about it.

What did you hear?

You work for a property developer who is currently in prison.

Is that so strange? - Strange? Listen to yourself.

I'm a legal advisor, and he needed one.

He approached me because I'm familiar with the case.

That's all. Not that I owe you an explanation.

What's going on? What kind of sick game are you playing? Again?

If you want to keep seeing Menno...

I don't like threats. - Don't like it? Do you even know...

Let's not argue in public. I must be off.

But I'm telling you, this has nothing to do with you, believe it or not.

How about Willem?

Him neither. Are you coming, Menno?

Bye, Mum. - Bye, sweetheart.

It's a mess, but I think I got something.

Talk to you later.

I wasn't going to come.

I waited for an hour. - Sorry, I was stuck.

You could have texted. - I called you today.

And you're here now. So...

You know what's funny? - What is?

I don't even know why I'm here.

Because actually...

I live with my boyfriend.

I should have told you, but I thought... - What?

I like you, but I have a boyfriend. - Who dislikes herring?

I don't like it either. - Are you serious?

I live with him. - Yes, you said so.

What do you want? - Be your friend.

Go shopping, drink tea, chat about stuff. - Be serious.

Okay, since you live with your boyfriend...

What? - Then I'll eat herring on my own.

With pickles and onions. It is what it is.

Go home, back to your boyfriend. I'm sorry to have bothered you.

Hello, my lovely brother.

I have an appointment. I came to see Mr Van Erkel.

You haven't met yet.

Elsie, this is Wendy. Wendy, this is my big sister.

Want some tea? - Yes.

I'll put the kettle on. So you can get to know each other.

Not at work today? - I worked the night shift.

Long night? Been busy beating off?

See this? - But I thought your name was Wendy.

My nickname. - Right.

Or was it Bag Of Shit? Suits you better.

Bj6rn wanted you as his witness. That would be brilliant.

Will you wear something nice? A little Botox would be help too.

We have to look good in the pictures.

I'll wait in the office.

What will you do about it? - About what?

Pepijn. I don't trust him.

I'll try to get to the bottom of this. At least, if I can.

Or maybe you could... - No. I'm staying out of this.

But if you... - No, I won't.

I don't want to talk to him. Running into him is bad enough.

But you can do it quietly. - I will not.

Should we tolerate this, too? Just like the rest?

Shouldn't we try to stop it?

It's my opening night. So be nice. - Of course, let's be nice.

So, did you think it over?

What are they here for?

To do some business. It's for my dad.

I'll do it, but on my terms.

First, my father can't do whatever he wants once it's all in my name.

Because by then I'm responsible for the company.

I'll have it checked by a lawyer anyway. I need more time.

Don't you think you can trick me. - What made you think that?

What your father needs...

Thanks. - Thank you.

Can I get you anything else? - No.

What kind of business?

Pepijn is Dad's legal advisor.

But your sister isn't involved, right? - Nope.

That's all I know.

The notary knows about everything.

Including the antidate thing. - Antedating.

Yes, that will be kept under wraps. Your father will manage the company.

One last thing:

I want some cash, and I want it now. - What for?

Hey. - Any luck?

See for yourself.

Sent one month prior to that fateful night.

One of the creditors...

has contacted Couwenberg.

That's not enough. ls there more?

His email is a mess. He uses accounts with different names.

Good job.

So she will keep out of it? - Right.

She's a shareholder. You are and will stay the CEO.

She wants to have it checked by a lawyer.

And one more thing: 200,000 euros to buy a restaurant.

Fine, she can have it. Have Penningh draw up a contract.

Your beautiful wife did it again. - Definitely.

What's the problem, Willem?

What? - Why is she unhappy?

She hasn't said anything, but something's off.

Or am I wrong?

It's the pressure for this exposition. She's been busy.

That must be it.

I'm off to play pool with Bart and Jochem. - Sure, go ahead.

And for a bite to eat, is that alright? - Who am I? Your mum?

Testimony of Mrs Enith Macrander wife of the victim, Mr Macrander

Shouldn't you... - What?

Mingle with the guests? - Who should I talk to?

I can't stop thinking about the other exhibition.

The Louis Karelse portrait.

Elsie insisted I came along. Otherwise I wouldn't have come.

But I liked the pictures. I went for a smoke on the quay.

There I met a lovely girl in a red dress. She was cold.

A few years later, I married her.

You don't have to stay. Go home. - What home?

Ours. - Our home?

Yes, our home. Why?

The place where we keep kidding ourselves, just like we're doing now?

Don't start. - What are we doing?

I don't want to do this anymore. - For God's sake, not here.

You're right. This is your party. I won't spoil it.

I'm off. But I won't go home.

I'll call you.

You can't do this.

We only just got married. Stop pursuing your ridiculous plan.

Don't go.

Don't go.

What's wrong? - My sister. She drops by sometimes.

Stop.

I don't want you to leave. - You don't?

You want me to stay so you can act cold at night, and ignore me all the time?

Why don't you get me? - I do. That's the point.

I understand you don't want me to.

That's why I'd better go.

The thing I want and need to do...

I'll try to finish it soon.

And if I succeed, I will come back.

If you want me to, that is.

Is that what you want?

Iris, do you want me to come back?

I don't know anymore.

Don't you have a bed?

Hi, honey.

Marit?

Hi gorgeous, it's Reinier. Where are you? Call me, okay?

Do you want to talk?

How is the sale doing?

Yes? - Aren't you at home? I hear traffic.

No, I'm not at home.

I have new intel I want to share. - What? Now?

Yes. Is this a bad time?

It's really important. - Alright, then.

Shall we meet? Where are you? - I'm at a hotel.

Which one? - The Kempenaar Hotel.

Fine. See you in a bit.

What's going on?

What are you doing here?

What's your poison? - Red wine.

A red wine and another one for me, please.

You don't have to tell me. - It's me and Iris. That is all.

But you just got... Did you book a room?

Is this because of what we're working on? Does she know about that?

So tell me. What is so important?

This came in an hour ago.

Finally.

It includes his wife's testimony. She died two years ago.

The night of April 22nd he left in a foul mood and came back very late.

In a foul mood. Did he pay Couwenberg a visit?

Did they... - Get into a fight.

Sorry, I'm not... It's just a little... - I understand.

I just thought you should know about this.

Perhaps... It's none of my business.

But it may help if you talk about it.

That's what the books say.

We can talk in your room.

Your dad gets released and what do you do? Stay in and send Mr van Erkel.

It's a confidant. Is it going to work?

This is going to work.

I came to pick up a few things. - I need to pop out.

Go? But you're sick. - Kim called. Boyfriend problems.