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I do. - I do.

I declare you husband and wife.

Lampe murders people by order of Couwenberg.

23 April 2009, what do you remember?

Macrander was not at the office. - Had he hit Couwenberg?

Your father's released, but you stay at home.

Is that girl here? If so, she can leave, right now.

You would never see him again. - It's an advance on the inheritance.

I'd choose the notary office. You can barge in with the whole cavalry.

Has the conveyance date been set?

One more time: Will this succeed? - Yes, it will.

Just quit, this is ridiculous.

Stay here.

A great evening and then: nothing. Let's close this in a nice way.

This is not a farewell.

How's Kim? - Two liars and cheaters.

I won't marry him if... - I'm listening.

One million.

Okay, go by yourself. Just be careful.

It was like an assault. It makes me wonder about my husband's activities.

Across the street, with a telephoto lens.

Betrayal

RED-HANDED

Hey, Menno.

You should get some sleep. We'll watch him closely.

No.

Five minutes, just this once.

I made inquiries, talked to all my contacts.

The police don't know who did this.

No? - No.

Probably just an accident.

Willem...

would you please leave.

I want to help you. - You can.

By leaving.

Okay, go.

I talked to the nurse.

He's doing well, right? - He is, my little lad.

I should have brought him home. - No.

He's eleven and he cycles everywhere. He's good at it. That's why it's so...

So what?

You should get some sleep. - Later.

Iris...

I need to tell you something. - Please, not now.

Yes, now, now more than ever.

You know, sometimes I walk down the street and think:

Doesn't anyone see this? Don't they see...

that there's no one by my side...

that I'm more alone...

than all other people who aren't together...

that I'm always in the shade, the shade...

of loss...

of you.

It won't stop.

It will never stop.

And everything I've done, I've done because of that.

Let me finish. It won't stop...

and we'll never get back together. I know that very well.

I accept that, but one small gesture...

would be helpful.

What? - I don't ask to be forgiven...

or that kind of crap.

Just show me...

a tiny bit of understanding. - Our son's lying here.

That's all.

I know you don't trust me.

But I'll prove to you...

that I'm worth it.

You'll find out.

Where are you going?

Like you care. I'm off. - Bj6rn.

Will you be careful?

Dad, I'm not a twelve-year-old, remember?

Shit.

No transmission.

Yes, Rens speaking.

How's the boy doing? - I tried to call, but she doesn't answer.

But yesterday evening...

what was it all about? What exactly does she know?

When we started this...

I wanted to be honest to her.

I only told her that I would go after Couwenberg, not how I would do it.

And she... - Didn't want me to.

She thinks Couwenberg sent that van? - As a warning to me.

That's crazy. Couwenberg doesn't know. - No?

We talked to that girl Wendy.

He works with the boy's dad. He wouldn't hurt the child of...

No, he wouldn't. But she won't believe me.

So what now?

I mean: How about your relationship?

I don't know.

But I do know that we need to act fast. Will Alex be here?

Shit, I promised to call my mum. - Again?

Yes. You go ahead. I'll be right there.

Why are you here? That's my boyfriend. - Is he?

So what? He doesn't know me. - Why are you here?

I wanted to say sorry...

for calling you names. - You couldn't text that?

We hadn't really said farewell. - I don't understand. It's over.

For you, yes. But how about me?

What do you want?

Sex, mindless sex? - As a way to say goodbye.

What kind of bullshit is that? - I'll put it simply:

Just one more time and you'll never hear from me again.

Rent a film and help yourself. - You can't just dump me like this.

No, forget it. This is bullshit. - Okay, as you wish.

I'll just show up here every day.

You act as if you didn't enjoy every minute of it.

It's very simple.

One more time, Marit.

Then I'll forgive you everything, even this.

Thank you.

Well? - Stable, which is not a bad sign.

Hello, lad.

What's wrong? Your mother?

Stomach ache.

Your stomach again.

I must go. I'll call you this afternoon. - Okay.

I take it that they're properly instructed. - No one knows.

They think you're in cahoots with the Couwenbergs.

So you'll be arrested with the others.

No need to remind you how important... - No need indeed.

Mum? - I'm here.

Going somewhere? - Sign the conveyance for the restaurant.

That's great. - This is very difficult for me.

What?

Granddad tried to kill dad. You forgot? - That's all a bit...

I know that... - Pardon? Murder is murder, isn't it?

All my life I've been told that his business...

will be Bj6rn's and mine when he's dead. - You could refuse.

Why would I do that? I need money now and not in ten years or so.

Why shouldn't I use his money? - Because it's dirty.

I'd like to know how he is.

He's stable, no longer critical, but there's still some uncertainty.

Can we please talk? - About what?

I assume you've been told that they have the plate number.

I know that it has nothing to do with what I'm working on.

You said: Couwenberg will stop at nothing.

This is not his doing. - I hope so, but how about next time?

I will get him locked up for good. - Great, but what will it cost us?

As soon as I think it's dangerous I'll stop. - So what you think counts.

And I should just wait at home?

This is awful. But my actions have nothing to do with it.

Yes, I know how you see it.

Who was she? - Who?

The woman at the hotel.

Bjtorn, darling.

You're here again. You... - We need to find a home very soon.

Next week we'll be married, and dad won't help us.

I really can't stay at home.

Did you talk to Elsie? - She's on her way.

Your car? - Sure.

Relieved?

What? - That it will all be settled.

Certainly.

Inge, our meeting... - Yes, we hear Bokito loud and clear.

Turn left there.

Left? - Yes.

The office is straight ahead. - Turn left, I said.

It's the wrong way. - Do as I tell you.

Can I use your phone? My battery is down.

Elsie Couwenberg. - It's me. Change of plans.

Go to the Mercure motel on the ring road. You know it?

A motel? How about the notary? - He'll meet us there.

You know where it is? - I think so, yes.

See you there in twenty minutes.

What the f***?

Bokito's gone. They should have been here by now.

Who's at the back door? - He's getting into a taxi.

Follow him. - That's against the instructions.

Reinier. - Hi. I have a strange question.

Come in.

Is Willem not in? - No.

He has no office, so I thought... - He's not here.

A strange question. - Yes.

I ran into someone whose name I forgot.

And then I thought that Willem might be able to help me.

He's not in. Maybe I can help you, but I need to go to the hospital.

Why? - Menno had an accident. He'll get better.

I could come back later today. - Is it very important?

Well, yes. It's someone who was at your wedding.

Why this sudden change?

Safer. - Safer than at a notary office?

Strange move.

What's the matter? - A text message.

Let's go. - Shouldn't Bj6rn be here?

You know who rang my doorbell last night?

Wendy, or whatever her name is.

And what did she want? Money.

Didn't I tell you?

That settles it then. We don't need to do it.

What do you mean? - Give that girl some money.

How much do you think that slut wants?

A million.

Is that reasonable? - I didn't say that.

Money isn't free. - If it helps us to...

No. And if we skip this, do we withdraw the down payment on your restaurant?

I need to go to the toilet.

What's going on? - You tell me. Why didn't you know this?

Why didn't you? - Where are you?

Mercure, ring road. Anyone coming? - We can't do anything now. And you?

I need to get back to them. - Bloody hell.

F***!

Okay, we can sign the documents.

Mr Couwenberg, if you would sign here.

Mrs Couwenberg...

here please.

Very well, this agreement is now legally valid. I'll make photocopies.

The notary? - Goes by taxi.

Well, Els, after all those years, this is how...

my daughter finally joins the firm.

Your mother should have seen this.

It's a big relief.

Well done.

Sir, would you please leave the premises?

Why?

Customers are not supposed to be here all day.

I think Wendy explained that to you. - I pay for it, don't I?

I pay for my drinks and I pay for... - Sir...

I'll stay here.

Bj6rn. - Why do I need to leave?

Please don't cause trouble, otherwise...

I won't leave. - Bj6rn, please...

I'll stay put. I pay well, so... - Come on.

Wendy, I want to stay with you. - That's enough.

She's my wife-to-be, okay? Let me go.

Wendy...

I hold you responsible for this.

A round of drinks on the house. - Our apologies.

Menno.

Hey, sweetie.

That took a while. You had a nice day?

Proud of yourself?

Okay, one more time. 22 April.

Macrander drives all the way to Couwenberg to beat him up.

Why would he do that? - He lost his project.

That meant bankruptcy. - Okay, so he gets very angry.

But why Couwenberg?

Because he was his competitor? - A mail from March 2009.

Balthus would do concrete work for Loovens, Macrander's contractor.

Loovens had tendered low to get that job.

So low that no one else could beat him to it.

But Balthus was owed money by Loovens...

and he demanded immediate payment.

So the dominoes fell. - Contractor bankrupt.

Macrander couldn't get it done for that sum. End of work, end of Macrander.

But for Balthus to let a major client fail goes against his own interests.

Point taken. I'll send my solicitor. He'll know how to make things concrete.

Best wishes, Huub.

I paid them a visit, but I don't recall what I did there.

My dear boy.

Is this a good time? How's Menno? - Better.

There are quite a few of them. - No problem. Can I...

You're really a great couple.

This is him.

I don't know him. - No?

No. - A friend of Willem's?

I do know her.

I mean I... - Who is she? Friends of yours?

Friends of friends, I think.

And their names?

I have no idea.

I'll ask Willem how he knows him and I'll ring you.

Thanks.

Where've you been? - Playing pool.

I have dinner ready.

I do need to go out later.

To Kim again. - To Kim?

How is she? - The same.

Didn't you tell me...

her boyfriend is cheating on her?

Yes, it's very unpleasant.

Yes, it's awful.

I'll be gone for a few hours. - I found an old photograph of Kim.

You should give it to her.

Her hair's a bit weird though, don't you think?

That bloody wedding. Did it start there? You're off to him, right?

How many times does this make?

Are you in love with him? Fine, just tell me and then bugger off.

It's not like that. - You're no better than your dad.

Does it run in the family? - Sorry.

Bugger off with your 'sorry'.

I'll come straight to the point. I'm a major shareholder now.

On paper. - I want something done.

There are clear stipulations.

I won't allow a cheap hooker to make my brother unhappy.

You're not the only one. - We're going to pay her.

We? - Yes, we.

A million? - Yes, a million.

No way. - We'll do it as soon as possible.

No. I would do anything to save Bj6rn from...

Anything, but not a million? That won't wash.

Honey, you're no businesswoman. If you start by...

We take it out of the firm, as a write-off. - Absolutely not.

What did I sign this afternoon?

A guarantee that that tart won't get all the shares.

I don't care about those shares.

I care about Bjorn. Do you care about money or about your son?

If we can't agree on this, it will be the start of...

ls Bj6rn here? - No.

See? He's gone. He's afraid to come home because of your bullshitting.

What do think, you lousy...

Listen, Wendy, or whatever your name is...

My father told me you were here yesterday.

Keep quiet.

And now I know how much you love my brother: one million euros.

Shut up for a minute. - I do love him...

in a certain way.

He's a dear. - Stop grovelling.

I'm very fond of him, but I know full well that...

For you it's easy.

Just look around. It's so easy for you. - You're playing the victim?

You do my work for one night with your big mouth.

See how you like that as a job.

What? - He threw me out.

Those million euros are for you...

as long as you do a few things.

If you don't, you get nothing at all...

and you'll be harassed by solicitors and nasty types for the rest of your life.

Sweetie, you don't need to tell me, but...

Dear, dear Bj6rn, when you read this, I'll be gone...

gone from your life.

Please believe me when I say that I love you very much.

But after thinking it over I've decided...

that it's better if we don't get married.

We differ way too much.

I'm just an ordinary girl and you're from a rich family.

At a very young age I landed in a strange profession. I'm not proud of that.

And I know that this will lead to problems between us.

I mean: Who wants to be married to a whore?

You should become happy with someone else, and I know you will.

Maybe you'll hear from me again and if not, the best of luck.

Dear, dear, dear Bj6rn, a kiss from Wendy.

She doesn't want me anymore.

Who? - Wendy.

Poor kid.

Oh Bj6rn.

Poor Bj6rn.

Sleep well.

There you are again.

I've heard he's doing better. - He is.

I'm glad. - Thank you.

Have you heard from the police? - They haven't found him.

Give me two more weeks.

If I haven't achieved my goal by then, I'll stop.

You remember when we had just met?

You had told me about your work, about being a bent solicitor.

We said the risks for my son would be unacceptable.

I'm no longer bent. - I know, and I believe you.

But do you really think that you can simply shed your past?

Give me two weeks. - No.

My son...

barely escaped death. - That's not...

It's now or never.

What do you choose?

Me...

or chasing a phantom of the past you won't catch?

Red-handed, you f-ing promised that we'd catch them red-handed.

You had it all worked out. I had 25 cops ready:

Forensics, Tax Fraud, Computer Crime and so on.

You knew him so well.

Why didn't you sense that he didn't trust things?

There's nowhere safer than a notary's office. Why did he change his mind?

You tell me.

You had 25 cops there, you say. Was that really safe?

What do you mean by that? Dammit.

So that was it?

Couwenberg was involved in a row and you were at the scene.

If I can find proof...

We almost have him where we want him.

If anyone makes inquiries about things related to Bj6rn and this conveyance...

it means trouble.