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There's a leak on our side
and we've almost uncovered it.

Yeah, just a matter of time.

Is he completely out of his mind? Enough!

Hey, I'll be gone for a few days.
Can you please not tell dad I'm gone?

I imagine you must've figured out
that Ed Koppers is involved in this.

- I was always curious.
-What?

Why you still wear that.

I have to know.

Let's be serious now, Ed.
Why are you here?

I'll be talking to Ed later.
Well, because Ed won't stop bugging me.

If you can get that kind of head to roll.

Now, where does your dad keep his records?

We're going to raid 'em, Syl.

Get out of there now. As soon as you
get out of that car, you'll get arrested.

I want to let you know, Sylvia, that
we're suspending you

pending an investigation.

And the same goes for you, Lars.
The FIOD has requested your suspension.

This morning, Dutch businessman
Martin H arrived in Vught.

H was arrested in Luxembourg
for a Dutch-German fraud investigation.

Although his attorney, Suze Meijerhof,
has said this could be a painful mistake

by the Dutch district attorney.

In other news, the entire country

is preparing for its annual festivities
celebrating King's Day.

- I never use this thing.
-What's your private number?

-You don't have my private number?
-I don't have a private life.

Let me see.

Right now we're going to need to see, um,

who we can get together
as soon as possible.

-Maybe we can get a judge who's willing--
-Sylvia. It's over.

That's it.

I mean, it's your fault for warning him.

Yeah. Yeah.

We had one chance and you fucked up.

-You don't know what it's like.

No, all due respect, but you don't know
what it's like, alright?

I've got a kid with the man.
You don't have any family.

Here, you said it yourself.

OK.

I'll see you sometime.

Mr. Heezink, hello, sir...

-Hi, you've reached Julius's voicemail.

Juul, this is Mom. I, uh...
I don't know if you've spoken to dad yet,

but you need to call me as soon as
possible, alright? As soon as possible.

You can only reach me on this number.
OK? It's Mom. Bye.

And I love... I love you.

Everything will be alright.

Ed. I'm scared to death, man.

All I need
is five minutes with Martin alone.

Oh, really?

I'm OK with it.

My God, you are the biggest moron.

-I stick my neck, over and over,

time and time again to protect you
and then you don't even pick up the phone.

Sorry, I don't know
how to get you out of this mess.

That's not true. Yes, you do.

I'm sitting on top of so much money.
You think they'll leave me here?

-I don't think you're on top of anything.
-Because I can't do my work from here.

Your work?
At the moment, the Luxembourg FIOD is...

A few weeks ago, if I recall,
your wife, or your ex-wife...

she went into Safe Betting,
wanting to search the place.

Yes, I know that, Martin.

-They got into the safe, almost opened it.
-Yes, I know. And I blocked it.

-That safe contained a hard drive.
-I have it at home.

And I'm going to need it.

Calculating route to destination.

Um...

-And my treasures are in.

Alright. Go home.

This goes back in the safe,
like it never happened.

-My dad's not an idiot.
-It's not about that.

It's about not being able
to prove anything. Come on. Hurry up.

I know this sucks for you,
but you got to understand

some things are bigger than you are.

-Yeah?

OK.

So, uh, I'll see you soon?

It's better if we don't see each other for
a while until, the whole thing blows over.

Thank you. Go.

King's Day. Terrible.
The whole thing gets rained out.

At the end of the day, you tie
your blanket in a knot and dump it here.

What do people think?

Like, if they can't sell it for ten cents
in the street that we'd want it?

Ah, it's going to be terrible.

Drinking, snorting their heads off
and pissing all over town.

Just do it in your own home.

Always the same old song.

Hello.

I, uh... I got to go.

You are never going to believe this.

For a long time, I've been promising you
the truth about Martin Heezink

and his clients and his collaboration

with the public prosecution service
in the Netherlands.

But, folks, we got the goods.

-Hello?
-Hello. I am picking up a hard drive.

Pardon me?

For Martin Heezink.

Martin Heezink must be patient.
I just got home myself.

Besides, I have an appointment,
so it'll have to be later.

OK.

Um, when, then?

Uh, tonight, I think.
I was actually leaving.

Got it.

For now, I'm calling it
the Luxembourg Papers.

Yeah, of course,
it's just me, myself and I.

A news staff of 100 would need a month
to get through all of this.

So please be patient,

because I want to map exactly how
this shit has been put together.

How intertwined are the wrong money
and our public service?

How is it possible that
such a small country like the Netherlands

is the feeding ground for these practices?

Do we have opportunism
running through our veins?

Do we stop asking questions,
as long as there's something in it for us?

To be against the monarchy, but putting
on an orange wig and toasting the king.

Our national identity is based on
not much more than one goal

at the 1998 Football World Championship.

We are a spineless nation,
which allows itself to be blindly guided

by bookkeepers and agitators.
It is time to unmask them.

The first episode is coming soon.

And I'd say, stay tuned.

They're all going to get it.
Mark my words.

OK.

-Hi, you've reached Julius's voicemail.

-This is Sylvia.
- Don't hang up.

-Do you know where Julius is?
-I'm hanging up.

We've always managed
to keep Julius and our work separate.

That's what we need to do now, because
that is a matter of life and death.

So we shouldn't...

You are never going to believe this.

For a long time, I've been promising you
the truth about Martin Heezink

and his clients and his collaboration

with the public prosecution service
in the Netherlands.

-But, folks...

...we got the goods.

I can't believe this shit!

Freedom of the press, my ass.
I want that girl to be arrested now.

I don't care about the constitution.

Do I need to tell you
how to do your job, Peter?

Ransack her house.
I don't care. Just find that thing.

Ma'am,
we're placing you under arrest.

Sylvia...
You scared me to death.

Oh, Yeah.

Uh, sorry. Just, uh...
Just throw that baby junk in the back.

Uh, yeah.

But, uh...

how are you?

I have to say
we were all rather... surprised.

I spoke with Heezink,
on the day of the raid.

He informed me that he and Ed Koppers
have had a deal for years.

And this is where
you pull out a little tape

where you have that recorded
crystal clear.

No. No.

That's why I need your help.

- Hey.
-Julius.

Come sit down.

I'm not mad.

I think you have something to tell me.

You steal from my safe,
you're not stealing from your father.

You're stealing
from the chief public prosecutor.

What?

Your girlfriend, I assume
you two are in some kind of relationship.

That girl has been arrested.

And she's going to jail
for two or three years, Juul.

So I asked if I could talk to my son
and they told me yes.

And that's why we're here.

Of course, she talked you into it.

And I get that.
I've been young and in love.

And it makes you do stupid things.
God knows.

But I need that thing back right now.
It's simple as that.

-So...
-Alright.

You know where it is?
It's your only chance.

No.

And what if you called her?

I'm trying to help you, Julius.

It's either this or you're going to jail.

I told her you'd contact her.
She's still at the police station.

No thanks.

-Juul.
-I, uh... I'm going to Mom's.

-You can't go to Mom's.
-Just tell them to arrest me there.

Mom agrees with me.
She is furious with you.

Well, then,
Mom's just as corrupt as you are.

Sorry.

Uh, Juul. Uh...

Come on. Come, let's sit down.

Come on. Don't overreact.

I... I shouldn't even be doing this.
This...

-Juul.

Ma'am, could you... Ma'am...

Ma'am.

-Hey.
-Hi.

I thought he was moving away.

Yeah, he was.

But my God, that kid is unlucky.

His grandparents were going to take him.

And now it seems
they're in a lot of trouble themselves.

What kind of trouble?

Uh, something with debt restructuring.
Taxes.

They're in their seventies.

They can't even afford a train ticket
for the kid,

because they've inherited
their daughter's debt.

Sometimes it's better not
to have a family.

Juul, this is Mom. I, uh...
I don't know if you've spoken to Dad yet,

but you need to call me as soon as
possible, alright? As soon as possible.

You can only reach me on this number.
OK, it's Mom. Bye.

And I love... I love you.

I won't not say anything to my mom.

Don't you want all that sweet stuff?
There's chips too.

-See if there are drinks in the fridge.
-Hey, guys, don't you two have school?

-It's study week, Mom.
-Oh, alright.

Hi, Mr. Koppers. Nice to see you again.

Thank you. You too.

How's your father?
I didn't see him at the PTA meeting.

-Uh, he's just busy working. I think.
-Oh, OK.

Is it alright if Juul spends
the night here?

-Yeah.
-We're having a King's Day party.

We're going with a group.

You always say
we should bring the girls home.

- That's right.
-Well.

Do your parents know?

Mm-hmm.

-Mm.

OK.

Do you have any idea what
kind of trouble you're in, Ms. Jacobs?

You stole something from a safe.

What did you think?
Freedom of the press would protect you?

It's just you, all by yourself.

And... remember, it's not too late.

Ed Koppers tells us that it will be fine
if you just return the drive to him.

No hard feelings.

It's a good deal.

Am I dreaming, or are you relaxed?

No idea why you'd need it
and I'm not asking.

-No, don't bother.
-Of course, I can only see the debt to us.

I don't know
if there are other registrations.

But their debt to us is 30k.

OK.

Excuse me, good afternoon.
This interview is over.

Anneloes de Jong of Meijerhof
and partners. Pleased to meet you.

Hello. An interrogation
without a lawyer present?

That is irreparable negligence.

Want me to name the sanctions?

It is ridiculous that they came
to pick you up with two cars.

Whatever, of course,
it's also a display of power.

Anneloes. I, um...

I want to start by saying that I probably
won't be able to afford you.

You don't need to. Your boss is paying.

I don't have a boss.

Or whatever you want to call it.

-Nina.
- Hey.

-You needed me after all, didn't you?

-Hey. Are you OK?
- Sure.

We'll figure out a strategy.
They won't get away with it.

Oh, and, uh...
did you hide that thing properly?

-Yeah, I did.
-Yeah?

-Yeah. Shh!
-You sure?

-Yeah.

No, honey, you'll have to cook,
because I can't make it.

Yeah, I don't know. Maybe once
they're, uh... once they're in bed.

No, but that... then I'll just take over
for one of your days next week.

Hi.

Yeah, they've completely trashed
the place.

Yes, absolutely. Thank you.

- Hey.
-Well, Bob Woodward.

Thanks.

Have you recovered from your time in jail?

Yeah, I just started working
on the tunnel. I was that far.

And they didn't get the hard drive, right?

No, I told you so.

-Oh. Do you happen to have it on you?
-No.

No, it's just
I thought you said you'd have it.

No, it's just somewhere safe.

Yeah, alright.

Your admirer?

The Koppers boy, of course.

He helped you, right? He has it?

I do think that it's a good idea
for us to make a copy,

so we can keep one here in our safe.

I could send someone to him.

Would you like a...
a cappuccino, espresso, or...?

Hey, I'm going to go. Sorry. I remembered
I have another appointment.

But why?

Thanks so much. Give you a call later.

-Hi, you've reached Julius's voicemail.

Hi, Julius, it's Nina.
I did something stupid.

Could you please call me back?
It's urgent.

Hey. It's me. I know who has that thing.
ED Koppers' boy.

Hi, Martin.

This is my colleague Marcus.

Oh, I heard that you were out.

So, what are you doing here?

I told Marcus what we talked about
in Luxembourg,

about your deal with Ed Koppers.

Look, I can't get you out of jail anymore,
alright?

But if you're prepared to talk to us--

Sorry, sorry.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Why would I talk to you?

If you'd... consider telling us more
about your deal with Koppers,

then we might be able
to get your sentence reduced.

This visit's not even official.

I'd worry more about your own son.

-Martin!
-I'm done.

-Hi, you've reached Julius's voicemail.

Juul, please call back.
I'm worried.

-Ed, I want you to call me back right now,

because I can't get a hold of Julius.

- No, Julius Koppers with one L.
- So, who is that?

Yeah, apparently it's the son
of Ed Koppers and Sylvia van Maele.

My God. OK.

Guys, shouldn't you be going?

We don't want to be
the first ones there, Mom.

Do you have everything, Julius?
Clothes, toothbrush?

-Gert could stop by your dad's house.
-No. No, that's, uh, not necessary.

I'll, uh, go on my own.

OK.

-Hi, you've reached Julius's voicemail.

Julius, it's Mom again.
Call me back right now.

Would everyone stay back please?

I need you to back up.
OK, got it?

Ms. van Maele.

Uh, Ms. van Maele.

- Hello.
-Juul?

Kim, thanks for calling.

No, no. Kim, I got temporarily barred,
alright? Yeah, I'm done, so...

Sylvia can go eat shit, for all I care.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm free.

Where's Julius?

-They ran her over, Ed.
-Who?

That girl from the podcast.

Juul!

Looking for that thing of yours.

Where is Julius?

-Hello.
- Oh, hello.

I'm looking for Julius Koppers.

Oh, OK.

Yes, he forgot some stuff at school.

Oh.

No. He isn't here.

Oh. And you don't know where he is?

No, no. No idea.

OK.

Don't you have anywhere to go?

Oh, fuck.

That guy seemed really off to me.
So mad at myself.

-I knew something was up.
- No, you can't help it.

Jesse. You really don't know
where he went?

No.

Hey, this isn't a joke, alright?

It's not like he failed German
or something.

-Yeah.
-I'm talking to you!

-Whoa!
- Hey.

OK. OK. I deserve that.

-Just...

Don't we have more important things
to do right now?

Hey, Julianus Africanus.
You have my location?

- Hey, it's Fay!
- Yeah, sure, grab me another one.

It's next to where I work, in the stadium.
I mean, a bar inside the stadium.

It sounds sketchy,
but you'll find me. Alright. OK, bye.

Van Weird texted me the heater is leaking
and we'll have to get it fixed ourselves.

I'll think about that...

...more tomorrow, not now.

You're really having a shitty week there,
aren't you?

Mm. Every week's a shitty week.

But whatever.
This one's particularly shitty.

Fucking Martin Heezink.

Excuse me.

Do you know Fay? Do you know where Fay is?

No, I'm sorry

- Has that been hacked as well?
- No. Nothing.

-I mean, you know what I mean.

- Want a drink?
Julius!

It's something
you're really going to like.

Julianus Africanus! Hi! You're here.

- Hey.
- Mm.

Juul, Julius. Ellen, my roommate.

Ellen. Hi.

We're not making as much as your dad yet,
so we still need to share an apartment.

Yeah, unfortunately.

Excuse me.
Do you have another bottle of that?

Ed! I'm just ordering a bottle of red.

Move it.

They're after Juul.

-Who's after Juul?
-Martin Heezink.

I thought he was in jail.

Don't be so childish.

Reign him in.

What makes you believe I could get
Martin Heezink under control?

If you can't do it.

You're in touch with his investors. When
they've had enough of him, he'll listen.

What do you want me to do?
Send a message to the group chat?

No, can't you talk to them about it?

Wasn't there a... a hard drive stolen
from your house?

Where is it?

I don't know.

Where's your son?

Don't know that either.

You want him to be safe, don't you?

So, why come to me?

Who's already been informed, Marcus?

Uh, OK. Keep me posted please.

-Heard anything?
- Nothing.

Uh, me neither.

I want you to tell me who they are.

-Who's after him?
-Heezink's clients.

-He represents their money.
-Tell me who it is, Ed!

Yeah, I don't know.
No, Sylvia, I really don't.

I honestly don't know what to do next.

That is not good enough, Ed.

You're his father.

-Stop crying.

Yeah.

-Stop it, Ed, now.
-Yeah, yeah. OK, OK.

We're going to find him.

-If that's not going to work or--
-What is going on, Jules.

Get in a fight with your dad?

Julius is the son of the professor
I had a thing with, remember?

Are you the son of Sylvia van Maele?

Yeah.

-Yeah, don't worry. I was just wondering.

Of course you can crash at our place.
We have a new comfy futon.

Um, I'll go ahead and order. Beer?

Thank you.

Have you ever been here before?

No. I like this place.

Yeah, it's very cool,
the way it overlooks the stadium.

Hi, it's Ellen. You were looking
for Ed Koppers' son, weren't you?

You'll never guess who's just walked in.

Ed?

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

- Just a second.
-Hey.

The police are looking for him now.

His photo will be on billboards,
plus other places

-Did we get a hold of Lars?
-No.

We know he took the, uh,
the train to Amsterdam South.

He just checked out at this tram stop
at the Olympic Stadium.

Now they're going to check
if he's using his debit card.

-That lets us be a bit more precise.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you know where he could have gone?

King's Day is bullshit.

No, no, no, no, no... No, no, no...

No, Fay.
You are completely wrong about that.

The King does not matter at all.
I say that it's two forces

constantly trying to keep each other
in check in the Netherlands.

OK, here we go again.

On one hand, there's the regents,
like the De Witt brothers.

They can imagine things,
but can't explain them.

They're all very statistical air.
They're slightly autistic.

-Too smart, too arrogant,
- Oh-oh.

Always living in fear of being ripped
to shreds by an angry mob.

And on the other side, the Orangists.

The charmers.

Just turn on TV. Every night,
there's ten of them on the talk shows.

They have no principles, no expertise,

but they talk themselves
out of everything.

-I've heard this take, OK?
-With the exception of cruelty.

-I have. I promise you.

- Hey, Fay!
-I'm going to go over and say hi.

-Back in a sec, Juul.
-You're pushing me, Fay.

I can explain what happened,
how we got into this whole fiasco.

I mean, I don't think
it exonerates me entirely.

Oh, no. But just to be clear,
I didn't accept any money.

I didn't get rich off it.

The only corruption here is moral.
And even that is debatable.

I want to make that right
and just give you your job back.

But I know you.
You've never listened to me.

Take the next exit.

Fay left.

She went to another party
with a bunch of people.

-Texted me just now. Great.
-Oh.

-I can leave as well.
-No, no, no. Stay, stay.

I promised I'd offer you the futon.

Can I finish this,
or you want to head out now?

Do your thing. No rush.

I always thought
Ed Koppers had an older son.

Yeah, I often hear
that I actually look old for my age.

What's the thing with your dad?
Had a big fight?

-Where are you going?
-I have to go.

Huh?

Sorry. I... I... I have to go.

Hey, hey.

Let's get some fresh air.

It's quiet in the top part of the stadium.

Hey, man. Where the hell are you?
We're all waiting for you.

Come on.

Yeah, we're at the stadium.
It's pretty good.

You have to hide right now.

-What?
-Come on.

-Huh?
-Go.

-What do you mean?
-Don't come down.

Hey. Where are you?

Stay there. I'm coming to you.

Hey.

-What's up?
- Where is he?

I'm afraid you just missed him.

I tried to keep him here,
but I think he was onto me. Sorry.

-Where was he going?
-He didn't say.

-Downtown maybe.

- He just suddenly left?
-Yeah.

Yeah, too bad.

Right.

Well, if he calls again, I'll be in touch.

Yeah, you do that.

I'm going to ask again.

I already told you. He left.

I've had a lot to drink.
It makes the bleeding worse.

Oh, I know, right?

Hi. We're looking for Julius.
It's pretty serious.

I thought he may have contacted you.

Um...

Would you...

Would let me know when you get this?

The office is closed.
And she's not answering.

It was way after you, you know.

After what?

It was a long time after you that
I'd have a fling or two with a student.

-Oh, God. Jesus Christ.
-Alright, I'm saying it was way after you.

Another one of those naive kids.

- Give me another one of those.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Oh, wow.

This is her local spot.

Ah.

-Wait. Wait a second.
-What is it?

Don't move. That's him.
That guy was at my door.

Everybody, ready.
Let's get this party started!

Ellen?

-Where is he?
- Up there.

Juul!

Juul!

Juul, we have to go!

-Juul, come on!
-Come on, Juul!

Come on.

Don't honk. Don't honk.
Uh, that'll only rile them up more.

Just back up slowly. Slowly.

Just go slow.

They don't want to move.

Who are these people?

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Mom!

Mom! You're forgetting Dad.

Mom. Stop!

Juul!

Juul!

-Come back!
- Go!

Drive, go. Go!

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