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Sylvia and her son are OK.
They'll be moved to a safe house.

- What about Juul?
-Juul should pick what he wants to do.

- Do you believe me?
-1,000%.

-Marcus.
-I've just been, uh...

-asked to take things over.
-Where's Faber?

We called him, no answer.
His transmitter's switched off as well.

His car is in the garage at Trust Visions.

I'll find Faber.

All this is Heezink's?
It has to be shredded.

I... I found something.

We received a complaint
from Trust Visions.

Everyone on the investigation team
is afraid to ask you a question.

It's funny, you know,
actually making an entire person.

In those first few years.

They completely hardwired.

This podcast of yours,
how many listeners you got?

Hundred thousand.

We found Faber, finally.

So it's not the case that as soon
as you reach the second tax bracket

that you have to pay
the associated tax rate

of 49.5% on that entire amount.

-You to pay that on the part in box two...

...and on the rest,
which is in the first bracket...

Welcome back to Where's My Money?

Can someone tell me what the hell is going
on at the public prosecutor's service?

Because ever since an informer died
two months ago,

they've gone into full lockdown mode.

Insiders speak of a culture of fear,

in which anyone who speaks up
is instantly removed.

Public prosecutor Sylvia van Maele

has been officially cleared
of any wrongdoing in a sizable report,

but everyone in the prosecutor's office
knows she screwed up

and she has been tarred and feathered
out of the department.

-Are we the Sylvia part in?
- Especially that part.

OK.

And meanwhile,
not a trace of Martin Heezink.

Every investigation into him
has been halted.

Every clue buried.

Who convinced Sylvia van Maele
to keep her mouth shut?

And what kind of deal has been made
with the Ministry of Justice?

Who out there has the golden tip for us?

We're asking our listeners to contact
our channel if you know anything.

Help us and do something good.

I don't listen to that trash.

It's just one of those gossip shows.

Mm-hmm.

Insiders.

Don't take it personally.

Yeah, I know.

This often happens when there's
a new prosecutor. People start to gossip.

They're dissatisfied with their roles.
They talk to the press about it.

-Though you should do something about it.

You don't want people to think it was you.

So what are you suggesting?

I'll leave that entirely up to you.
Talk to the press?

I want you to find out
who talked to that podcast for me.

And then suspend the asshole who did it
within 48 hours.

-That's not what he just said, is it?

That's exactly what he said.

OK, so I didn't do anything wrong,
but I did mess up. Great.

Well, that's a whole lot to unpack.

You do want it to draw attention.

Alright, so? What are you going to do?

Ed Koppers had them prepare
a massive report

saying that Faber was a suicide
and that the service was not to blame.

-So they can't kick me out for a year.
-Alright, do you have a plan?

Right now I'm working a file
on some bullfrogs in Twente

that's stopping a new housing development.
The bullfrog's not actually endangered,

but the environmentalists
always argue for conservation--

-Syl, Syl. Our whole team's falling apart.

-What do you want me to do?
-Uh, what do I want you to do?

You're still a public prosecutor,
aren't you? Come back to work.

Here.

A list of all possible UBOs.

There are people among them
I'd like to speak to.

I want everyone in here
to feel good about things.

I mean, sure, someone makes a podcast.
So what?

We're not launching the Spanish
Inquisition here, right? Are we?

OK. I propose that we do what
we all came here to do, which is our work.

And I don't need to hear the name
Martin Heezink here for a while.

Uh...

-What?
-Uh, no, nothing.

We received a tip
from the CID about a plane

that was scheduled to depart from
Rotterdam Airport and heading to Monaco.

-Mm, and?
-Well, the story's a bit confusing,

but the paper trail runs
from the Netherlands

to Monaco to Belize
and then back to Monaco.

It's actually the bill of lading
that we are stuck on.

-Why is that?
-You see, it says here

that this particular flight
contains rather valuable cargo.

But the carnet only refers to it
as Rembrandt.

-Rembrandt?
-Yeah.

-The artist, Rembrandt?
-Yeah, that's the guy.

-With is the value of it, then?
-4.1 million.

Uh, well, now,
how about we go take a look?

Call Rotterdam,
tell them to ground that plane

-and to get the cargo removed.
-You got it.

- Yeah.
-Hm.

Good work.

Hey, sweetie, it's Mom.
Hey, uh, I hope you're not still angry.

Alright? I, um... I already told Dad
that I had to leave for a little bit.

But call me, OK? Bye.

Oh, good Lord.

If you're from the gas company,
I'm already on a payment plan.

Come on, guys, please,
not another court order.

I told you.
They go straight in the fireplace.

Are you Mrs. Heezink?

Is this about Martin?

Well, yeah, I'm sorry.
It's a little bit of a mess in here.

I need to clean up.

-Yeah?
-I was just going to start.

Yeah, uh, Ms. Heezink,
we are here to congratulate you.

-For what?
-You won. Online betting.

-Horse betting.
-Horse betting?

Yeah.

It says here that you were on
the, uh, gambling site Safe Betting

and that you've had four big wins
this past year.

Altogether over 4.5 million euros.

- Well, I didn't know that.
-That seems odd. It's in your name. Here.

And that you had the money forwarded
to an account in Guernsey,

after paying taxes on it.

Yeah, perhaps you can take a look at that,
because I keep getting those things.

I don't know what to do with any of it.

You need to appear before the court
in Monaco,

due to multiple speeding tickets in...
your Lamborghini.

Yeah, maybe it's just... it's best
if you discuss all this with Martin.

He knows all about that stuff.

Mrs. Heezink, isn't it strange that
your son sticks you with all the expenses

even though he's actually very rich?

Oh, no. Not at all. No.

In the end, Martin takes care
of everything himself. Mm.

-He takes after his mother.
-You think?

-Yeah.
-Oh.

Oh, yes, ma'am. You don't want to know.

You know they used to think
that he was a girl.

Would've been a very pretty girl.

- It's sweet.
-Would you like to see his bedroom?

-Yeah.
-Mm. Well, that's nice.

Down the hallway. You can get an idea.

My husband called him a cuckoo egg.

We certainly weren't well off,
but Martin was always completely obsessed

with becoming what he called
financially independent.

Hi. Welcome back. It's Martin Heezink.

I got a lot of questions about crypto
and stock market trading.

A lot of you think it's very hard,
but it's not. Everyone...

Yeah, he got all that from internet.

All day long, he was gaming
and, uh, talking to I don't even know who,

talking about, uh, stocks and crypto.

I didn't understand any of it.

And, on top of that,
he collected money with his riding school.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

It really is incredible, the amount
of money they raised with that.

It's a very wealthy village.

- Such an entrepreneurial kid.
-Yeah.

I don't know where he got that.
He didn't get it from me.

And what about his father?

-He wasn't around.
-Mm.

No, Juan did his best, but the two of them
were constantly at each other's throats.

And that money for charity,
what was that for?

It was to fight hunger in Somalia.

-Oh.
-Of course, he pocketed a little of it

Is this going to take long?

Sir, I'm just doing my job.
If you step aside, we can get this done.

-Is this it?
- Yeah.

What's in it?

I think someone in Monaco
is waiting for a new kidney.

Open it.

Hey, Ed. Hi.

No, I'm busy with those bullfrogs.

Yes, it's an interesting case
that's keeping me very busy.

Yeah, that's fine. OK. You, too.

How did things actually start
between you and Ed?

Well, it's a boring story. He was teaching
a philosophy of law and I was his student.

-Oh.
-No, don't give me that look.

-Lars, no.
-Oh?

No, it didn't happen the way you think.
It was more like I seduced him.

You can say a lot about Ed Koppers,
but not that.

Hello?

Hey.

I'm going to hang up this phone
in three, two...

Uh, yeah. Hello. Sorry.

Ghost. Tell me.

It could be nothing, you know,
but I thought maybe...

I was watching his old streams. He talks
about a house in the south of France.

I just found out that there is a Martin
Heezink living in the south of France,

in Sommieres, which is, uh, near Monaco.

So, maybe that's something.

-But, um, if it is something--
-No, no.

That's great. I'm going to look into it
right away. Thanks a lot.

Oh. OK.

Keep looking, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I will.

-Some horse?
-Yes.

-Rembrandt is a horse.
-Uh, this goes all over the world.

Used a lot to launder money,
especially in the Arab world.

-What, this?
-Yeah.

-What is this?
-It's, uh, horse semen.

The papers are fine by themselves,
but the question remains what...

Marcus.

Hey.

-Lars isn't here?
-No.

Have you listened to that podcast?
It made me laugh a little.

I'm a bit busy, Daniel.

I'm here on behalf
of one of our customers.

- Which is?
-The horse farm, Maarenbosch.

The shipment needs to take off.
Or we can throw it out.

And we'll send you the bill,
4.3 million. You tell me.

Pardon me.

-What exactly was that tip?
-That the cargo was suspicious.

And?

And the name Heezink was mentioned.

-Is Sylvia behind this?
-No.

Alright, pack it up. Pack it up.
Pack it back up. OK, let's...

It's an old horse riding school,
the second on the list.

They have received considerable donations
the last few years,

which are deductible, of course.

Oh, yeah, Martin. Yeah. Well, if I ever
saw anyone try hard to fit in.

Excuse me. I mean, it didn't bother me,
but this guy was really obsessed.

He even did the accent,
constantly talking about pedigrees.

But the whole time,
his own horse was just a nag

from the pasture right down the road
from us. Everyone knew that.

Uh, the people in this village
are such snobs.

Except Martin and his mother.

I think making money
is the responsibility of a man.

He has to provide for himself
and maybe one day for his family,

'cause when you grow older, you'll learn
that there's no one in the world

who will take care of you,
uh, except for yourself.

Not your parents, not your teachers,
and especially not the government.

They want to give you handouts
and keep you small like sheep.

They say do this, do that.

-Pay your taxes. Be slaves.

Not me. I want to finish my school,
then I will be free.

And everyone will know who I am.

A few months later,
he finished high school.

He moved out of his mother's place
and he went to Roodenburg, it says.

- You are under arrest.

-Step out of the vehicle.

The system is creaking, on every side.

The left and the right want
to close that gap.

And in the end, we'll all benefit.

Modern businesses will serve the public
interest as well as turn a profit.

I'm talking about a change in our thinking

that'll turn the entire system
on its head.

That is, instead of taxing labor,
we tax capital and natural resources.

That's what we all want achieve,
but it just doesn't get passed.

More caregivers,
more innovation, recycling,

and closing the income gap. Am I right?
In short, utopia.

Now, look, as a teacher,
you should never tell a student

that he's never going to make it.
Not because it isn't true.

But because on the off chance
that he ends up rich and famous,

he'll remember forever, even though
you've probably forgotten said it.

Martin came here when he was 17, you know.
Or maybe when he was 16.

He'd finished high school,
family not well off.

-But all his tuition was paid.
-Who paid?

-You know who it could've been?
-Yeah, maybe he did it himself.

He was making quite a lot of money then.

The only thing that the kid learned here
was how to set up corporations

and make them go bust.

Tell me... You don't seem to me
like the fraudulent type.

But we got our hands on a list of names
and it says that you are also the UBO

of a disbursed capital
of 6.4 million euros...

that you won in horse betting.

What you don't want is for me to request
you hand your tax returns over

and you'll be going to jail

-if you haven't reported everything.
-I'm sorry, but I've got a class waiting.

So, unless you have anything else...

This is getting completely out of hand.

They've already visited his mother
and that teacher.

I thought everything was shut down
over there, huh?

Hi, sweetie, it's me.
Yeah, I've just finished,

but I'm meeting you here in a minute,
right? I don't see you yet.

OK, that's fine. I'm heading over there.

Yeah. I'm also really looking
forward to seeing you. I love you.

Yeah, I, uh, love you too.
Is everything alright there?

Yeah. Everything's good.

I'm walking over. If you could stay
on the line, I'm coming your way.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Hey, thanks. I'm sorry,
but I had to do that.

-Who is this?
-No, that's... that's fine. It's OK.

Ghost. How are you, man?

Are you out snooping again?

Yeah, I've been nosing around#
I'm digging a little bit more.

I don't know if the last tip
led to anything.

We've learned that he's not in Sommieres,
but that's worth something too.

Uh, yeah, no. For sure,
that's, uh, what I thought.

Anything else you found?

Yeah, I've been, uh,
looking around a bit more.

It might sound dumb,
but I went to one those family DNA sites.

I discovered that
if you happen to know a single relative,

you can see any matches
from anywhere in the world.

So, uh, I thought that could help you.

Yeah. That's another good one, Ghost.

Yeah, it's becoming, um, like an online
detective thing with a bunch of people.

That's great. Keep doing it.

Um, mind if I ask what do you do for work?

Uh, yeah, I don't mind.
I also work in finance.

Juul?

Yeah, it's me. I thought Juul would be
here tonight, but, well, anyway...

Just let me know, OK? See you.

There are two kinds of people in life.

You are either a prey or a predator.

And I say to people, never be prey.

People say they love you, but it's them
that want to keep you where you are,

in that little box.

Yeah? Like you're dead.

-Good evening to you.
-Oh.

-Are you expecting someone?
-Uh, no.

Well, uh, maybe.

I came to get Juul's books.

Fine. There they are.

Is he still mad at me?

-No, not mad. Just...
-Just Julius.

-Yes.

Is this also Juul's?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I was still working.

-What's this? How did you get this?
-That... Uh... That...

-Yeah.
-You've just been cleared.

-It took a lot of effort.
-The department was cleared.

Have you gone completely insane?
I'm the one sticking up for you.

And I'm the only one, by the way.
Isn't that unhealthy?

An ex who constantly
has to stick up for you?

-No one says you have to do that.
-No, but I will.

Ed, he reminds me of Julius.

-Who?
-Martin Heezink.

Stop it.
Sylvia, I don't want you saying that.

-Why shouldn't I say that?
-I don't want to hear it.

So what do I care?

I'm just sitting around
all by myself at home, Ed.

I can't even go to my work right now.

You got me working that one job
and that's it.

-Hey, I'm trying to help here.
-You're not helping me.

-You're keeping me prisoner.
-Oh, Sylvia.

That tone right there. It's what I hate
most about you, Ed. You know that?

Excuse me?

That tone you use, like you're some model
of mental stability.

Like everyone is crazy except for you.

You might try it with your students,
but I'm not dealing with it anymore.

And you tell Julius
to come see me tomorrow.

Otherwise he shouldn't even bother
anymore. Good night, Ed!

I will let him know.

Hey, Lars. Lars, wait a minute.

Did you hear that podcast?

No one is going to talk to you, Daniel.
Did you get anything for it, by the way?

-What do you mean?
-Like a promotion or something.

I wouldn't stick around if I were you.
Nobody likes rats.

Marcus says it's part of my role.

Then Marcus
isn't your friend, I guess.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-Well, well. Had a party?
-Yeah.

Uh, no. No.

Wait. Sorry.
Did we have an appointment or...?

No, no. So, last night, I thought
I'd place a couple of bets.

-Oh, OK.
-With Safe Betting.

-Well? Did you win?
-Yeah, 14 euros.

-Great.
-And I lost 80.

But the 14 euros that I won,

I see were paid from a bank account
that belongs to Safe Betting

in the Netherlands, while those enormous
amounts that Anne-Marijke receives

come from an entirely different
bank account from Guernsey.

And?

There's no name attached to it.
It's a code number.

That's a number you only get
if you're a VIP customer, like royalty,

oil sheikhs, that kind of thing.

So, he received money,
dirty money, through those UBOs.

Well, he uses it to buy property
and other expensive things.

That's how he legally launders it.

So if we prove one of Heezink's companies
owns this Guernsey bank account, then...

We need to find out the company's name

-connected to that Guernsey bank account.
-Mm.

So what are you doing here?

Kim doesn't want to work
for Marcus anymore.

We got a tip from the CID about
some suspicious cargo on a plane

about to take off yesterday.

We were informed
the plane was connected to Heezink.

Marcus just let the shipment leave.

-What cargo?
-Horse semen.

What?

I like horses a lot. I don't think
there's anything wrong with that.

No, there isn't,
but it's more the trade in--

And that's
what you'd call money laundering?

That's just the way this business
has operated for decades.

Yes, we trade in horse semen.
So what?

We breed horses.

Don't you think a bloodline
should be allowed to cost money?

I mean, you wouldn't let your child jump
into bed with any random stranger? Right?

The real question is
who owns this company?

It's mine, since 1980.

-That's not what the papers say, though.
-Look, ladies, I'm running the show here.

I mean, I guess there may be some investor
in Monaco who thinks he's the boss here.

-What kind of investor?
-I couldn't say.

My husband sold the whole thing
about ten years ago.

But nothing has really changed,

except that we live in
a much larger house.

Would you kindly not touch that?

That stuff is extremely valuable.

We can always come back
with a court order, of course.

-Oh, by all means do, ma'am.
-Mm-hmm.

But I still wouldn't know.

And can you tell me who paid
for yesterday's shipment?

That was a limited partnership
out of Guernsey.

-Do you have a name?
-Only an account number.

-Yes?
-Marcus. It's Ellen from Trust Visions.

-Ah, hi.
-Hey. We've heard that Sylvia van Maele

just paid a visit
to Maarenbosch Horse Farm,

the owner of yesterday's plane shipment.

Oh.

Do you realize how shocked the lady was?
I thought we settled this yesterday.

Yeah, no, we... Uh, we did.

Alright, but just so I'm clear, who's
in charge over there? You or Sylvia?

-I, uh... I mean, I am.
-Oh.

Hey, uh, look, it's not exactly like
we operate with fixed teams here.

Oh, well, um...
Anyway, great that you're there.

With Sylvia
it was always very, uh, like this, right?

-Yeah.
-Our offer still stands.

-Let's talk about the future.
-Yes.

Rob Visser changed his mind.

How can someone like yourself,
an economics teacher, commit fraud?

The plumber has a leak, I guess.
Very ironic, I know.

I was short on cash.

So, you're serving as UBO.
How much are you getting?

Yeah. Here's the truth.
The love of my life requires

a special government stipend
to stay alive.

That stipend disappeared a few years ago
with the austerity measures.

Martin looked into that.

And he discovered
how much that care costs.

It's 3,741 euros and 50 cents per month.

-That's what he's paying now.

Under one condition, that every month,
I kindly tell him thank you.

I really don't think I've ever met
someone as sadistic as him.

Syl.

Sylvia, can I speak to you for a minute?

Yeah, maybe it's best
just me and you, yeah?

Alright. We'll do it here. No problem.

Would you stop constantly
getting in my way?

I mean, uh, it's true all that's happened
has been very unpleasant.

This job here is mine, OK?

And you're here...
I don't really know what you're doing.

But anyway, this is also not much fun
for the team. Right, guys?

I'd imagine it's not exactly great
for everything to be this unclear, is it?

Well, it's not very unclear to us.

Oh. Well, that's good.

Yeah, Sylvia's still employed here.
We'd rather work with her than with you.

OK. Uh...

Well, um, talk to me.

We're looking for the company
in Guernsey's name.

Uh, so far we only have
a hidden account number, no name.

If we know the name,
we know who the owner is.

Guernsey has banking secrecy.
A judge has to file a request

for legal assistance
to make them reveal the customer.

Without a name,
I can't even do that. So it'll never work.

Yeah, yeah, but we have someone.

Someone. What?

Someone who can testify...
against Heezink.

May I... May I ask who it is?

Yes. A former teacher.

-And he's for real?
-He is one of many UBOs for Heezink.

So we'll need you, of course. Here.

After all,
you're officially the team leader, huh?

Of this case.

So...

-I'm going to have to read it first.
-Yeah.

-And discuss it with Ed Koppers.
-Mm-hmm.

Don't do anything till I say. Alright?

Check.

If I ask you to close the Heezink case,
I mean it. Close it.

-Yes, but I can't just--
-It's about the safety of my people.

Sylvia's house was broken into.
My son is traumatized.

I thought that was behind us,
and now this!

Either you take charge now
or you never will again!

So, at the age of 18,
Martin Heezink leaves Roodenburg.

After a fight, as always, of course.

With a devilish talent
and an angel on his shoulder,

he gets a job at one of the biggest firms
in the financial district, Trust Visions.

Within a few years, he's one
of the biggest players in the company.

Then, in 2016,
Trust Visions is in deep trouble

after a leak on the Cayman Islands.

After that, a team of Martin's colleagues
gets arrested in a major case

that will later be known
as the Dos Santos case

by a then still unknown public prosecutor,
Ed Koppers.

Martin Heezink gets away with it.

-This is Sylvia.
-Sylvia, this is Martin Heezink.

Hi, Martin.

Hello. I heard you're showing up
on everyone's doorstep.

Uh, yeah, you've heard right.

Well, I figured that if you're brave
enough to visit my mother...

perhaps we need to speak in person.

I think that'd be a great idea, Martin.
Name your time and place.

Yeah.
May I ask who your bosses are?

I know a lot of people there.
They can explain it to you.

Alright, we'll tell you everything. If you
report to us on Monday morning, then...

You really have no idea
who you're dealing with. I'm sorry.

All due respect,
this is just amateur hour.

It's painful to watch.

Martin, why don't you let me tell you
what I think we're dealing with here, OK?

And you tell me if I'm right, yeah?
That sound good?

I get the idea that you're a sweet person,
who got in over his head,

specifically, foreign criminal money.

And that you have no idea
how to get out of it.

-I'm afraid you're quite mistaken.

-You'll be hearing from us.

Hey.

Hey.

Good to have you here.

Yeah, well, I mean,
Dad did say I had to come.

OK.

I don't have food in the house,

so, uh, we can order in
and watch a movie or something.

Uh, yeah. We'll see.

Yeah, or whatever you want.
We can also eat ice cream and watch TV.

Whatever you want, my boy!

Don't you still have work to do?

Of course not. What work would I have?
It's 7:30.

What would I have to do?

I don't know. Your Martin Heezink search?

Excuse me?

-Why are you listening to that podcast?
-Yeah, everyone's listened to it, Mom.

-Now you thinking that I--
-I don't think anything. I'm serious.

Your father let you listen?

No.

Honey, listen. Come on, now. You're 17
and you've got an F in economics.

You have no idea about
any of the type of work that I do.

And that doesn't matter. It shouldn't.

But you have to let me solve this, OK?
Me and your dad, OK?

I'm not saying anything.

No, and stop wasting time on the couch.
I just can't stand that.

Start making something of your life.

OK, no. Come on. No.
We're not doing this, alright? Sorry.

Juul, come on, now. That...

No, there's no need for this.
Come on, Juul.

Come here, huh? Come here.

I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry, OK? I...

Juul! No, Juul, wait a minute.

All I want is for my family to be safe.

Well, if it were, you would know...
You'd know it by now.

I know,
but it isn't any fun for me either

and it just keeps coming back.

Man, I am so sick
of the name Martin Heezink.

Yeah. I get that, but...

Juul?

I thought you were with your mother.

Yeah.

I'll, uh... I'll be done in a second. OK?

Listen to me.

Hey, if I can... If I can figure that out
that fast, then Sylvia can too.

Oscar, it is the name of his horse
for Christ's sake.

No.

Hey, Sylvia, it's me.

I got it back and I think
we've hit the fucking jackpot!

Yeah?

It's one of the biggest mysteries
that you keep coming across

when you look into the world
of offshore banking.

These are people
who will literally do anything

to hide where their money has gone.

They create fake companies
with fake names halfway across the world.

I mean, just invest everything
in a palm tree farm in the Bahamas,

and you'd be safe forever.

But let me tell you about the guys
behind this money.

Ultimately, they're all vain little boys.

Yeah! Hello, folks. This is the FIOD.

Please hand in your phones!

And get together in the paddock, please.
Chop, chop!

I don't know how often the FIOD
finds a company in Guernsey

owned by someone called Op den Kelder
ad he's named his company Sur la Cave.

-What is the meaning of this?
-Good evening.

-What are you doing?
-As public prosecutor,

I'm here to hand you this court order.

In spite of their brilliance
and alleged heartlessness,

they're sentimental boys.

Yeah, all this here, too.
Get all of it.

It may not be everything,
but do you know what I think?

Sometimes if we can cause them to panic
just a little... that gets us a long way.

This was Where's My Money?
I'm your host, Nina Jacobs.

And if you don't understand any of it,
just remember...

That's precisely the point of it.

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