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I do. - I do.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

His name is Macrander. 23 April 2009, what do you remember?

Bj6rn's dad was hit. - Are there images available?

What are you hoping to find?

I'll send my solicitor Steenhouwer.

He'll know how to make things concrete. Best wishes, Huub.

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

One more time and all is forgiven.

Hey, I do know her. - And their names?

I have no idea. - Fucking wedding. Did it start there?

Complete rehabilitation, nothing less.

I know you don't trust me. But I'll prove to you that I am worth it.

Change of plans. Meet me at the Mercure motel.

Well Els, after all those years my daughter finally joins the firm.

Proud of yourself?

I am prepared to cancel the wedding. - I'm listening.

One million.

We're going to pay her.

She doesn't want me anymore.

My son barely escaped death. It's now or never: What do you choose?

You said we'd catch them red-handed.

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

So that was it?

Betrayal

No way. - Ben, please...

How dare you show your face? - Sorry about the other day.

Give me one last chance. - Forget it.

Let's not dwell on what went wrong... - I know exactly what went wrong.

I've been made to look like a dick and now I have some serious explaining to do.

That sucks, but... - I don't know you. Goodbye.

If I can find more proof...

Step aside, please. - You know we almost got him.

Did you say proof? See you.

Y Mum? - es ' my sweet?

Daddy was here too, right? - Don't you remember? Of course he was.

With you? - Yes, also.

What are you trying to say? - What was it like, being together again?

He was very sweet.

And Willem, did he come too? - Yes, but you were still asleep.

And... - What?

Are you two still arguing, just like you and Daddy?

Yes, unfortunately.

Two more weeks and I'll pull out.

We've only just started. - Two weeks.

And what if we don't succeed? - That's not an option.

Okay. It's up to you. Good luck. - I'll call as soon as I know something.

Please, do something.

Have you got a couple of minutes?

I'm not made out of money.

What can I do for you?

Wendy told us a couple of things. - Wendy?

By 'us' you mean... - Me and my colleague. We're solicitors.

I have told the girls from day one to never...

I don't have much time. You saw something, six years ago.

You are part of the Couwenberg-clan. - No. Yes.

Once upon a time I was, but not anymore.

I don't discuss clients with strangers. - Mr Couwenberg was involved in a fight.

You witnessed it. According to Wendy, you have the images on tape or DVD.

She can say what she likes... - You looked at them often.

If that is the case, could you give me more details?

If that were the case, why would I talk to you about it?

I'll give you a prescription and a list of things to look out for.

Jesus“. - What happened to you?

Some arsehole. - Which arsehole?

He bumped into me in the street. I made a comment and he hit me.

What do you want?

We got into this together and the arrangements were clear:

No messing about, no weird stuff and focus on the job at hand.

Did we agree or not? - What do you want me to say? Yes, Miss?

Who hit you? - Some idiot in the street.

We're almost there. We almost have him right where we want him.

I have a meeting. Are you really going to mess things up?

I'm doing no such thing. I got you everything you wanted.

I have my own life to lead. This morning I bumped into an arsehole, shit happens.

I'm sorry, there was no parking space. - Okay.

Is this safe? - I think so.

I don't know why those men turned up outside my office.

Only four people knew: You, me, Van Erkel and Els.

And her lawyer, but he is sworn to secrecy. He'd never tell the police.

If I had leaked, I wouldn't have called you, right?

He wants money. - How much?

10,000. Which I haven't got. - Has he got something to tell us?

He says he does. - Do you believe him?

Yes. - Really?

Yes.

How do you mean? - I'll take care of it.

I think I know.

I think they started coming after me the day I was released.

I thought it was just the Americans who intercept communication...

but numerous microphones have been spent on me too.

It's never going to stop.

But... - What?

Van Erkel is a new employee, right? Do you trust him?

I don't know. Yes.

He's at war with the Prosecution Service and I have some information on him.

If they want something, they'll have to go to Panama, right?

Right? - Yes, and they still won't find a thing.

But with all those high-tech gadgets nowadays...

Go on.

I think that if anyone, it doesn't matter who...

makes inquiries about things related to Bj6rn and the transfer...

it means trouble.

Have a snooze and listen to some music.

The doctor said to take it easy, mister.

How long can I stay home from school? - At least a week.

And? - He's back home.

What did the doctor say? - If he takes it easy, he'll be okay.

Thank God. - That's great.

By the way, they found him. - Who?

That nutter who ran him over. He's being questioned.

Why wasn't I notified? - Because I'm his dad.

They'll keep me posted. I'll call you as soon as I hear anything.

And... - Yes?

Would it be okay if I came to see him tonight?

He's in my bed.

Thanks.

If this ever gets out... - It won't.

How can I be sure? - Where do I sign? I'm a solicitor.

Some solicitor. We weren't allowed to talk about Couwenberg and his daft son...

but we knew everything. - Everything?

What he was like. That you had to watch out for him, and for him too.

His then... Anyway. Everyone has camera's nowadays and so do we.

If that ever gets out, I may as well shut up shop.

We keep them just in case. - Behind the mirrors.

Yes. So I wouldn't know what happened six years ago unless I had it on tape.

You had new information.

Especially as it involved Couwenberg and his son, who was a regular...

I kept the DVD.

In ten years' time I have deleted virtually all images...

but every now and then I think: Hey, this might come in handy one day.

Where is the DVD?

The extraordinary thing is that it was more than just a brawl.

Bastard. You dirty rotten bastard. - Take it easy, man. Relax.

I know everything, you pig. If you don't go public with it, I'll go to the police.

What did he know? - I have no idea what it was about.

What the f***? If you go to the police, I'll kill you, you piece of shit.

Moron. Weasel. Ugly piece of haddock. Don't you dare or I'll kill you.

We paid you the money, give us the DVD. - I no longer have it.

But you said... - I sold it.

To whom?

That girl is smarter than we think. - Good on her.

I'd like a life insurance policy too. - That man will never testify.

And Wendy, or whatever her name is? Where could she be?

How's Bj6rn doing? Has the wedding really been cancelled?

Yes. All praise and thanks to God.

Why won't you tell me what happened?

He chucked you out. That doesn't sound like an ordinary row.

It's a bit complicated. - Yes, I know.

He's a complicated guy. A weirdo. Sorry.

I shouldn't say it, but it's true. - You definitely shouldn't say that.

Honey, I never wanted to tell you, but right from the start I felt...

It's all my fault. - Your fault? How come?

Never mind.

You've been living together for six months and he just chucks you out?

That's just not on. - I cheated on him.

That's why I didn't want you to know.

You? I thought you were crazy about Reinier.

I am.

But? - It was just the once.

I don't know what came over me. But there's something iffy about him.

Are you there now? Okay. Good luck. - I'll call you later.

That's an old one. - Correct.

When was Balthus declared bankrupt?

2,5 years ago.

Many firms go bust in this industry. - Thanks to the recession.

All the more work for an insolvency practitioner.

Mrs Eckhardt, what is it you want? - It's taking you longer than usual.

It's more complicated than I initially... - I know about the deal...

between Balthus and Couwenberg regarding an acquired claim.

That's not against the law.

It is if the claim is being extorted in a certain way...

leading to a competitor's bankruptcy. There's that word again.

You've seen the e-mail. It is obviously dodgy.

It is your job to handle Balthus' affairs in accordance with the law.

I could alert the Authority for the Financial Markets...

but you're keen to wind things down, right?

If the AFM get involved, it will be a lengthy affair.

Mrs Eckhardt, what do you want? - I want to see your archives.

You'll never see me again. - I'm sorry.

Your name will not be mentioned. - I'm sorry.

Fine. I'll call my contact at the AFM.

Reinier. - Hi, it's Iris. It's about that guy.

Is he a friend of Willem's? - No. He doesn't know him either.

How is that possible?

That's what happens at parties. People bring their own friends.

He said he would think about it. - Yes, but...

What? - I'm no longer interested.

One last thing.

The woman who was standing next to that guy...

are you sure you don't know her? - I have no idea.

I'll keep you posted. - Yes. Thank you.

Where's your new boyfriend?

Don't be such an arsehole. He is not my boyfriend.

You are. - Not anymore. I have a lecture.

So do I.

Keep out of my way.

What happened to your lip? - I walked into a door.

Where's Anna? - I have no idea.

Marianne Liekerk. Can you dig something up?

I heard. I'm already on it. It's an usual name, but that shouldn't matter.

If you find something... - I'll let you know.

How's the patient doing? - It's so weird, I sleep the whole time.

That's a good thing. Here, keep hydrated.

Are you done?

I'll be right back.

Are you going to hire a contractor?

I do the design and then I'll get some workmen in.

Granddad's contacts? - Give it a rest.

Can I help?

What's wrong?

Marit was here earlier.

Don't tell anyone. - What is it?

We have a problem.

I'd like to talk about... I've got something to ask you...

I would like to talk about...

I just want to make sure that everything is in Bj6rn's name.

Penn“ 393mm' 'Yes'? g'

I just wanted to... - Yes?

I've got some more ideas. - About?

Not over the phone. Can we meet?

Is that really necessary? - I think so, yes.

Eight o'clock at my place.

Hey, what brings you here? ls Menno feeling any better?

Is he home alone? - Just for an hour.

I wanted to show you something. You always say you never forget a name.

Remember my wedding? - What about it?

Who is that? - You're talking to her.

Gosh... - That is the back of your head, right?

Who else's? - Think long and hard.

What?

What?

We got him. - No way.

Way. - Really?

Both parties agree that Balthus Concrete shall not make public...

that said claims have been acquired by Couwenberg Investments.

In turn, Couwenberg Investments commits...

to give future assignments to Balthus Concrete rather than other companies.

Both parties shall treat these conditions as confidential.

Is that bribery? - Yes.

Come here.

Jesus Christ...

Nice.

I found this on your doorstep. I'll just say hi and then I'll go.

Daddy. - HeHo,son.

Great to see you back home. You've got mail.

Oh, buddy. You probably hate missing out on school, eh?

You just rest. I only popped in to see you.

I have to go. - Okay, Dad.

Thanks.

Oh, the police rang. Guess what? - The driver?

A drunk. Three previous convictions for drunk driving. What a stupid cretin.

I'll see myself out, you stay with him. - Bye, Dad.

It's from Willem. - That's nice.

Get well soon, all the best for the future world chess champion. Best, Willem.

Come, let's go for a drive. - Why?

We'll take your car.

Yes? - Can I come in?

Here I am. Feeling like a f-ing fifteen year old again.

Have you ever talked to Dad? Like properly talked?

How do you mean?

About what it was like when he was cheating on Mum.

What's there to say? - All the misery he caused her.

Us.

And himself too.

It all starts with sex.

Stupid sex. - I don't want to hear about your sex life.

And now I have done it too.

Just like Dad.

There you go.

You, Miss Goody Two-Shoes?

What's the problem?

I think I am being tapped, for the umpteenth time.

Where? - Everywhere.

I don't trust things at home.

It's ridiculous. Half the world is busy listening in on the other half.

He is handsome. He has this look in his eyes.

He undresses you with his eyes. He's got a certain kind of magic.

What's his name?

Alex. - Are you in love with him?

No. - Then what's the problem?

This has been going on for a week. I keep saying no, but he won't listen.

He's insane. Completely insane.

How is he taking it? - What?

The fact that Wendy is gone. - He's struggling.

What did you want to talk about?

Where are we going? - Drive out of town, nice and quiet.

So even after a beating he won't stop? - He'll see it through till the end.

Okay. You know what? Send him a message and arrange to see him tonight.

Why? - I'll tell him what's what.

Is that wise? - What else can you do?

Do you want to be stalked by a nutter for the rest of your life?

You want Reinier back, right?

I got something. Can you meet me later? - On Wendy?

No, something else. Something good.

Tonight? - Sure.

What did you want to talk to me about?

That notary. - What about him?

I was wondering...

if he's trustworthy.

I think I know. - That woman?

It all starts with remembering who you're talking to.

I'd be lost without you.

She was a bit vague, but her name is Anna. Anna Eckhardt.

I think she works in real estate. - Okay, thanks.

I don't understand where this is going.

Why was the transfer suddenly shifted to a motel?

You hired me as your legal advisor. Do you want my advice?

Yes.

I had a feeling you didn't trust things. - Even notaries are tapped.

Confidantes?

If it was him, wouldn't he have leaked much sooner?

Antedating, transferring shares to Bj6rn via Panama...

What do you think?

I don't know.

It's a brand-new jacket.

Turn left. - The notary is straight ahead.

Turn left. - That's wrong.

Oh, just a message.

I have to go to the toilet.

Pull over in a bit.

Why? - I need a piss. Old men...

What's the matter?

What?

Finally.

What's wrong?

What are you doing here? - This is my brother.

What just happened? - I know him.

From where? Where do you know him from?

He works for Dad. - What?

Congratulations

all the best, your old classmate Ingrid

Hi, Iris speaking. Hi.

You asked me if I was interested in school photography.

You were going to set up a database.

Every-Dutch-school-photograph- ever-taken.nl, or something like that.

Beta version.

Would it be okay for me to take a peek, pretty please?

Where have you been? - I was having dinner with someone.

Are you tired? - I'm okay.

Would you like a drink? - Yes, please.

I was thinking...

Promise me you won't get angry...

but could you ask Mr van Erkel if he can find out Wendy's address?

I know you were against it, but...

Bjtorn, I'll ask him, alright?

That's very kind of you, Dad.

I'm sorry for everything that happened.

Shall we promise to never argue again? Never ever?

I would like that, son. It's a deal.

You know, I'm just doing my best.

That's all. I want to protect my family.

You, Elsie, myself...

That's what men do, Bj6rn.

And on top of that I have difficult choices to make.

Do you understand? - Yes, of course I do.

Tell me. - It's great.

What is?

It's about you.

I haven't been completely honest with you.

Alex and I are both called Eckhardt.

But that hasn't always been the case.

Our parents split up.

Follow this class through the years

Our real father is deceased.

Eventually we got my mother's new husband's name.

But we used to be called differently.

Macrander.

I don't understand...

Why? - Pity it took you so long to work out.

Seventeen years. You have worked for that man for seventeen years.

When did you begin to realise how ruthless you were?

You're screwed, Willem.

And not just a little bit.

She wrote me a letter.

Wendy? - What did she want?

Call me if you have any questions. I am horrified.

They're trying to get me any which way they can.

His history is making it impossible for us to have a future.

Couwenberg called the shots, but Steenhouwer was his executioner.