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MURDER IN ECSTASY

Shall I tell you something?

Things seem really quiet now but when my shift will start...

something will happen again in that city.

That monster.

Don't tell anyone. They say it's superstition.

Good morning. -Good morning, gentlemen.

Is it a lot today?

More than you and I will ever make.

That much?

You won't get a cent of it back.

De Cock. -Appie.

When I started, it was a playground out there.

Hide-and-seek between criminals and the police.

And now...

Now it's a jungle.

Did I hear that right? Are you whistling at me too?

I want to file a complaint.

Offending behaviour by a public servant.

Name? -Dorothea Mulder.

No, the name of the civil servant.

Did you think that guy'd give me his name?

What did he look like? -Early twenties.

He had a dent here.

A blond moustache and beautiful blue eyes.

Grey blue.

In uniform? -Yes, of course.

And he whistled at you?

Like I was some little slut.

Tell me, De Cock. Would you do that?

What? -Whistle at me.

Absolutely.

Thank you. Bye.

Bye. -Bye.

It's in the back.

Better be careful. All men are the same.

That's it. I'm doing a round.

Have a seat, madam.

Mr De Cock will help you.

Mr De Cock.

What can I do for you? -Theft.

She's black. Surinamese or something.

And she steals your mail?

My sons in Canada write to me every day...

but she steals the letters and tears them up.

And what does your neighbour say about it?

They lie until they're black in the face.

You can go home.

I promise I'll investigate the matter.

Really? -Really.

Right away? -As soon as possible.

THIS IS AN UNDERCOVER COP no, this is De Cock

Do you have this bad feeling too? -No.

You're in a bad mood today.

Martin and Kees, Van Woudrichem speaking.

Take the tunnel route.

No, stay out of it.

Bye, Martin.

One moment.

The number is 56-ZA-07.

Stoeps. -Stoops, sir.

Haaksma. -That's what I mean. Come.

SUSPECT(S)

Clear?

Any news about the car? -No, but we're working on it.

Any questions? -No.

I'll be damned.

From this side too, De Cock? -As you wish.

Do you know what I always notice, De Cock?

You always put them in the strangest places.

One thing's certain: your patient's dead.

I thought as much. he has a strange colour.

I just told the public prosecutor I put my most competent people on the case.

All young chaps.

And who do we walk into?

The old hand. -What are you doing here, De Cock?

It's not your case, is it? -It is now.

If you try to make me look stupid in front of the prosecutor...

I'm only trying to find the murderer of that kid over there.

Who is it?

Rikkie Van Slooten.

Do I know him?

His mother used to bring us fish when he was in jail.

So he was often in jail. -A little car thief.

Didn't hurt anyone.

Do you call that not hurting anyone?

Theft and murder.

Maybe you missed the fact that the kid was killed himself.

There are the ladies from the media.

Good morning. Hello, De Cock.

Have you got anything for us?

All questions will be answered by the commissioner...

and the public prosecutor.

Ladies.

Ten cents short.

Alright then. Because you're so handsome.

You look like a sour puss, De Cock.

Did my fish kill your dog?

I'm coming in for a moment.

Is something wrong?

Is it Rikkie? What did he do this time?

Did you hear about the money transport?

I read it in the paper. Three million.

And one dead. -Oh no, De Cock.

Rikkie would never do that.

He steals expensive cars, but he wouldn't kill anyone.

Not my Rikkie. No way.

Did he say anything to you? Did he mention any names?

I haven't seen him in weeks. -We've had an argument.

What about? -That new girl of his.

That expensive stuck-up bitch.

Anyone I know? -I don't know.

Her name's Monique. Monique Buwalda.

An expensive model.

And crazy about money.

I told him that slut would be the end of him one day.

So he walked off angry.

...body of a 23 year old man was found.

Probably one of the men who robbed a money transport yesterday...

getting away with over three million guilders.

The body was found in a stolen car used during the robbery.

Do you really think she's in danger as well?

The murderer wants all the money and doesn't want any witnesses.

If she doesn't open now, she's not home or she's deaf.

Or dead. -Come on.

You don't think the murderer...

There's someone inside. -Go around the back.

And hurry, Vledder.

Rikkie, Rikkie.

My name's De Cock. That's C-O-C-K.

Detective from the Warmoes station. Come out from under there.

You're Monique Buwalda? -Yes, and you're police?

Why were you under the bed?

I thought you were Peter Shot.

That explains a lot.

Who's Peter Shot? -I heard it on the radio.

He killed Rikkie too.

I saw you with that other man. He looks like Peter Shot.

I thought it was my turn now.

Rikkie was your boyfriend? -We were living together.

Had been for a while.

And now he's dead.

Did you know he would be part of that robbery?

They promised me it was off.

First, I liked the idea of all that money.

But then that madman joined them. Peter Shot.

That's when I knew it was insane.

Who is this Peter Shot? -It's his nickname.

I don't know what his name is.

He's an American junkie. He's crazy.

He always brags about killing a policeman in America.

That's why we were supposed to get out.

We're looking for a Peter Shot. This is his description.

American... junkie...

Get this on the telex. I have things to do.

Alone? -Alone.

I think this Peter Shot's on the Bahamas by now.

I'll see you later. -At the station?

In the pub.

Good morning. -Morning, sir.

I'm De Cock, Warmoesstraat station.

That's not my area.

But this is. Don't you know who's who in this street?

I know them all, including their nicknames.

Old Ms Van Dalen.

I'd cry for her if I had any tears left.

Tell me.

That's what you raise them for. I have one son.

I've done everything for him, but what thanks do I get?

A Happy New Year card every year. That's it.

And Ms Van Dalen? -The same story.

She has two sons in Canada.

But I can't remember the last time she got a letter.

Unbelievable. -Don't get me started.

But did you want to ask something?

I already got the answer. Thanks a lot.

It's going to be a nice day. Good morning.

Good morning.

He's got a screw loose too.

Guess who came in.

De Cock, hot man of mine.

Have you got that too? -Yes, generally.

You get all warm when you see me, don't you?

Absolutely.

I have that with that hunk at the bar.

I thought we wouldn't see you anymore, the way crime's on the rise.

Doesn't it give you a dry throat? -Can't you hear?

Give the boy something decent to drink too.

Here's to Josephine.

Cheers.

Who do you think he looks like?

Like his father? -Him too.

Like a copper. -Doesn't he look a bit like Peter Shot?

No, he's much shorter and he has red hair.

Red or reddish. Reddish blond.

So you know him.

He hangs around in the neighbourhood, but no one likes him.

Why not?

He's crazy. A little American gangster.

Very dangerous.

Addicted?

Isn't it paradise here for all the foreign scum?

And until the police and all that progressive gang...

Next time, Lowie.

Do you know where we can find Peter Shot?

So you're looking for him.

Stop.

That dark building. That's him.

I only see dark buildings.

The one with the Dutch gable.

Now what? -Wait. See who comes and goes.

Can I ask you something, Chief?

I hate that word. Chief.

Besides, I'm not your chief.

Just call me De Cock or Jurre.

Jurre?

Is that your name? Jurre?

What's so strange about it?

That's my name. Jurre.

Jurriaan de Cock in full. -That's C-O-C-K.

Jurre. -What a terrible name.

And the way you say it. Jurre.

Why don't you carry a gun?

For two reasons.

Because I use my brain instead and because we're not in America.

But we're looking for an American gangster.

Oh, come on.

We only know what others say. Crazy American junkie.

With a gun. -Maybe.

Someone's coming.

See that? Red hair.

Looks more orange to me. -Reddish blond.

What if it's Peter Shot? -I'll arrest him.

Or he runs and we lose him.

Just drive. I'll do the talking.

Police. We'd like to have a chat.

Police? -Absolutely.

Run, Vledder.

Careful, idiot!

Stop or I'll shoot.

Assholes!

Vledder!

Police!

Vledder, come back!

Stop it. That's enough.

Ten minutes later and I'd have been asleep.

Not only the craziest places, but also the unholiest hours.

Is that one for me too? -No, this is a traffic accident.

And a needle. -Is that all?

That's all.

No papers, no name? -No.

He broke more than is good for a person.

Were you there?

In case you were wondering: your patient's dead.

I'm going back to my bed. Good night, gentlemen.

Mr De Cock, we're ready.

Are you ready? -Ready, Chief.

Did you find anything? -Not even any names.

They said no one knew him.

This way, please.

It's no fun, but it needs to be done.

Miss Buwalda.

Lowie.

We think this is Peter Shot, but we want to be sure.

Vledder.

Well? -It's not him.

It's not him?

Are you sure? -Yes.

Miss Buwalda? -No, I don't know him either.

Not Peter Shot? -No, it's not him.

May our prayers reach God's throne.

And may Jesus Christ's promises be fulfilled.

Now you will live in the city of peace.

Ok, tell me.

All the personnel is there. All drivers and people from the office.

No family. Martin was an orphan.

Was he married or divorced? -Divorced, I think.

What's the widow doing there then? -She looks so familiar.

And that gentleman who helps her?

That's Van Woudrichem, the director.

The last comedy for the murdered driver.

Why do you say comedy? -Because he's pretending.

Thank you, Father.

Did you see who that was? -No.

Are you a colleague of the deceased? -Yes.

Was that his widow? -That slut?

If you want to know more about her, call my boss.

He's her lover.

Van Woudrichem the lover of... -Yes, of that slut. Beautiful Monique.

No, never mind. It's fine.

Careful, Chief. -My luck.

Bloody hell. What do you want?

Sorry, I couldn't see.

Mr De Cock, what a surprise.

Walter, this is a police detective.

Excuse me for barging in like this, Mr...

Walter Van Duyn.

Ok, guys, we'll continue later.

This can't wait, apparently. I'll be next door.

Please don't damage anything.

That was you, this morning?

Maybe you can explain?

Explain what?

They stole three million. The murdered driver was your husband.

The murdered robber was your boyfriend.

And the bank director who was robbed, is your lover.

Isn't that a bad dream?

It's driving me crazy.

Walter didn't want to do it. Said we couldn't work in between two funerals.

If I don't work now, I'll have a breakdown.

Have you got a cigarette for me?

Of course.

I'm listening.

The robbery was Martin's idea.

He hated Justus.

Who's Justus? -Van Woudrichem, his boss.

He said he destroyed our marriage.

Is that true? -I got married too young

I met Justus at a staff party.

He liked me right away.

And he took me to Walter.

He said I was a born model.

And he was right.

Then you left your husband. -Martin thought we'd get back together.

He kept calling and coming over.

And during one of these visits, he got the idea of the robbery.

And he thought of the plan with Rikkie, your new boyfriend.

Who introduced Peter Shot?

Rikkie. He knows half the underworld.

And that was too much for you. -You know.

That junkie's crazy and dangerous.

I told them I'd go to the police.

Then Rikkie and Martin promised me they wouldn't do it.

They did it anyway.

In secret.

And now they're dead.

Take her statement.

I'll be next door.

Maybe you can close the door. That's easier.

Terrible how clumsy I am.

A miracle I ever became a detective. And still am.

Maybe not enough candidates?

I've been doing this for thirty years and I keep noticing the same thing.

Women in trouble are always beautiful.

Do you know Justus Van Woudrichem?

He introduced Monique to me.

'Walter, we have a hit', he said.

"A darn beautiful little lady."

And? -Justus is a Casanova.

He has one big charm: money.

He buys his love for big money.

So big he's ruining his own company. Do you understand that?

Are you saying... -Yes, he's behind the robbery himself.

He needs the three million badly.

Even if it requires a murder? Or two murders?

But who are the victims? His rivals.

Good riddance.

He's got Monique to himself and he's got the loot.

And no witnesses. -Except one.

The man who did all the dirty work. Peter Shot.

That junkie. One bad shot of heroin and...

What an idea.

And you're not another rival? -No, I like blondes.

The door!

Unbelievable. Man dead, boyfriend dead.

Yet so brave. I admire that.

What a woman.

Did you find out anything?

You can say that again.

The murderer on a silver platter.

Do you mean Peter Shot's address? -No, Van Woudrichem.

Van Woudrichem? -Says the photographer.

My name's De Cock. That's C-O-C-K.

Beautiful, aren't they?

Detective Vledder.

How are you? -Dizzy.

You know your colleague's worse?

Martin's dead.

We understand you saw one of the robbers.

Yes.

Can you describe him?

It's as if there's a black spot in my head.

Shall I put them here? -Please.

This patient can't have any visitors.

We won't be long. -Police.

And he certainly can't be interrogated.

If you don't leave right away, I'll call someone.

Is this the robber? -What's wrong with you?

Kees... Mr Bleeker's in shock. -My picture, please.

Yuck, that guy's dead.

I'll see you later. -Don't you dare.

Amazing. De Cock empty-handed.

You've still got the one from last night, don't you?

Do you know who it is? -Read for yourself.

What's that? Swahili?

It's just a dealer. You'll never guess from where.

Holland, Michigan, USA.

Netherlands, land of plenty.

That's a tiny one.

Three weeks. Have a look.

And the seven Snowwhites. -No!

Why not? -The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids.

Says who?

Bye, guys.

We would have loved to have them. Marietje and I.

Children.

Is she gone?

I'll risk it, ok?

Once again. Is this the robber?

No. -Are you sure?

No. -Are you alright?

No, no. -Ok.

One more question. Did you always take the same route?

Never through the tunnel.

Never through the tunnel? -No.

Why did you do it this time?

Because our boss suddenly told us on the radiotelephone.

On the radiotelephone? -Yes.

If only I could prove that.

You can.

You can.

Everything's being recorded.

The black box. -The black box.

Is it still in the money truck? -Yes.

Goodbye.

And get well soon.

There you are. You never tell me where you're going.

And yet you find me. -Come, the case is closed.

Which case? -Our case. They found Peter Shot.

Peter Shot.

I'm counting on you. I really need that black box.

I'd lose my job, De Cock.

Tomorrow at the latest.

It's against the rules.

I'm counting on you, girl.

And no idea who gave you the tip? -No idea.

Just an anonymous phone call. -Yes.

Go have a look there and there. There's a corpse there.

Exactly.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. -Doctor.

The things you think of. Boat trips.

Not many people come here. -Maybe a poacher.

A poacher...

Who owns all this?

It's private property. One moment.

Do you really need to know, De Cock?

Is the patient dead? -Very.

Cause? -Overdose, I'd say.

Goodbye, gentlemen. -Doctor.

The owner is a J. Van Wondrichem.

Van Woudrichem. -Correct.

J. Van Woudrichem.

Go have a coffee. This could take a while.

It's very unusual what you're doing.

Glad you're here.

Where's that photographer? -Van Duyn.

Do you know where Mr Van Duyn is?

Wasn't he informed? -For sure.

We'll do it without him. Lowie.

Is that him?

Sure? -Yes, that's him.

Thanks, Lowie.

Get the cognac ready.

Vledder.

This man was found on your island, Mr Van Woudrichem.

Do either of you know who he is?

Yes, it's him. -Peter Shot?

And you? -What am I doing here?

I don't know this man.

And you, Mr Bleeker?

No. -This isn't the robber you saw?

No.

But you have seen him.

Yes.

He's yours.

Bye, doctor.

Tell them Mr Bleeker's ready and take the tram. I need the car.

Mr Bleeker. -Goodbye.

Until soon. We'll meet again.

What did this man do?

Robberies, murder. -When?

A few days ago. -Forget it.

Why? -General condition.

This man was way too far gone and unable to do anything.

Is that all? -Now you have to find the perpetrator.

Maybe he killed this one too.

Are you still here?

We'll go find them.

Why did you look so depressed back there?

At your own director.

Because he didn't say anything to you? -He was afraid to.

Why?

Just because.

Because he did it.

Sometimes I'm so very slow.

I can't believe it either.

I know it's impossible, but still...

It was him. -What?

The one that I saw.

The robber.

They're not home.

Does Walter Van Duyn, the photographer, live there?

Yes, but they're not home.

He's not there and neither is she.

She?

Yes, that girl of his. -Do you know her name?

No, she never talks to me.

A real city type. Heels like this.

Is she a brunette? -No, she has long, blond hair.

Not my type. -Are you married?

Yes, still. But this is no life for the wife either.

Nothing but worry. And what do you get in return?

Nothing but poverty.

Are things that bad? -Yes, for all small farmers.

Look, there.

All small farmers are starving, sir.

I hope you'll see better times. -Better pray for a miracle.

Thanks.

Transferred to the countryside?

Where were you during the identification, this morning?

I'd rather work than look at dead people I don't know.

Didn't you know Peter Shot?

Yes. -De Cock, to Wilhelmina hospital.

Big Kees has died, over. -I'm coming.

Thank you. Out.

I'll talk to you later.

Doctor De Koning just left. He told me to tell you that...

Yes, yes.

Didn't you say the case was closed?

I don't understand it at all.

One thing's very clear: Peter Shot was a decoy.

Come with me.

I'm sorry.

Why is he dead?

Because he's the only one who saw the murderer.

When will they fix the roof of the car?

When they can fit it in.

We have too little of everything. Time, people, equipment.

You're forgetting the criminals. -True, we have plenty of them.

Where are you going, gentlemen? -Upstairs.

Where's the director? -There, but he's in a meeting.

The more the merrier.

Cosy meeting.

Do you keep the three million there?

You're a brute.

And you're a suspect.

Have a seat. It's your own chair.

Why do you barge in like this?

I came to ask why your driver was shot dead in hospital.

Are you surprised? -What are you insinuating?

Let's start at the beginning.

You love beautiful women.

I talk and you listen.

The love you buy's costing your company a fortune.

So you pretend your driver organizes a robbery.

The husband of beautiful Monique, one of your lovers.

Monique's an expensive lady.

Martin thinks he can buy her back with his part of the loot.

You need getaway cars are needed and to keep it in the family...

Rikkie gets involved.

A known car thief and a rival.

But Martin and Rikkie don't know...

that they won't get a cent.

And because they're witnesses, they're liquidated.

Supposedly by Peter Shot.

But the real murderer made a few mistakes.

His biggest mistake is the murder of Kees Bleeker.

Why was he killed?

Because your employee saw the murderer.

But what do I have to do with that?

You're the one he saw.

Why don't you arrest him then?

Because there's a detail missing. -What detail?

Proof.

You're driving me nuts, De Cock.

You've produced the proof yourself.

That's not proof, those are clues.

So? -I don't buy that.

I don't believe you've forgotten the basics of detective work.

Get out.

That's all I needed.

Hello, Mr De Cock.

Have you solved the case?

But you promised.

I know what's going on. -Well?

I didn't have a chance to tell you.

Will she be arrested?

You're fooling me and yourself and you know it.

Your sons are too busy to write.

You're lying. Filthy liar!

It's the truth.

You fool an old woman because you're too lazy to do the work.

Ms Van Dalen. -My boys always write.

And the letters are being stolen!

Filthy liar!

How can you do that? Lie to an old lady.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

It's terrible out there, for a decent woman.

You're right, doll.

I can't live without this neighbourhood, or else I'd take early retirement.

Yes, we're getting old, De Cock.

Look at the losers. Retired burglar and depressed cop.

Absolutely.

There's the new harvest.

There's that hunk again.

Join us.

Say hello to Handy Henkie, the best burglar ever.

Ex-burglar. -Hello.

Vledder, my unsurpassed assistant.

Just don't become as big a bastard as your chief.

I'm not his chief.

Why are you standing there? -You'll never guess.

Van Woudrichem has been arrested. -Yes, how do you know?

I know the commissioner. -So you don't agree?

Actually, it's a big mistake.

Yes, a big mistake.

And a blunder.

The way you treated that old lady, that's what I call a blunder.

Damn, if I didn't have you.

Come with me.

Never mind. I'll pay.

Is she home? -I don't know.

Is anything wrong?

Have you got a key? -No.

Go in.

The window.

Give me a hand.

To the sofa.

Will she make it?

Yes.

Can I do anything?

We were just in time.

Yuck, you've been drinking.

Of course. Women like you have that effect on me.

You read it. I don't have my glasses with me.

Dear detective.

Forgive a mother who can't bear the truth.

Yours truly, Ms Van Dalen.

PS: Tell my neighbour I'm sorry.

We'll call a doctor. -No doctor.

I'll look after her. -Good.

Thank you.

Were you in the area, De Cock?

Yes, we heard you talk and thought who knows?

A waste of time.

Nothing? -Yes, silent alarm, false alarm.

What a job, getting out of bed for a short circuit.

Van Woudrichem was only just jailed. -It's possible.

I don't think so. -What do we do now?

Investigate.

When we do it, it's a crime too. -What?

Burglary. -Absolutely.

Where did you get that? -From Handy Henkie.

His farewell gift as a burglar.

Completely secured. Doors, windows, all electronic.

The roof too? -Why?

Happens often. They secure the doors and the windows, but forget the roof.

You really think there was a burglary? -I don't believe in mice.

But they said nothing was missing.

Maybe someone brought something.

If you help me up, I'll go first.

Did you see where that ladder leads to?

The junk they give us.

You were right. There's a skylight here.

Ok, come back then. -One moment.

Vledder!

Vledder!

Police. Drop the gun.

Vledder? -Yes.

Chief? Jurre? -Yes.

Is there no light here? -No.

We'd get him right away.

He's out of cartridges. -I know.

Surrender. We've got you anyway.

He's gone. With my gun.

That's bad. A cop who loses his gun.

What do we do now? -Retrieve it.

Come, please.

Come in.

Sit down.

Good morning. Had a good night?

What a sense of humour. -Not a good night, I guess.

I can't complain myself. I've got a boss who solves my cases.

What else could I wish for? -Is this necessary, De Cock?

On Sunday morning. -That's why traffic was so quiet.

It's Sunday. What a job.

We're here at your request. -Absolutely.

Why did you give that order? You know, by radiophone.

That the money truck had to use the tunnel.

Me? Man, you're crazy.

Do you know what this is? -A black box.

And this is the tape from the black box.

You know that all radiophone communications are recorded.

Let me do that.

Listen.

Martin and Kees, Van Woudrichem speaking. Take the tunnel route.

I'll explain why later. -That's impossible.

That's not me. -Who is it then?

I don't care. It's not me.

I never call my employees by their first names.

What about the master tape? -What master tape?

At the head office.

All radiophone communications are recorded twice.

In the car and at the head office.

There's another way.

See, this is another way.

Read this.

Whether it's from your own work or not.

Martin and Kees, Van Woudrichem speaking. Take the tunnel route.

I'll explain why later.

You don't have a suspect so you blame it on me.

How? -With an impersonator, of course.

With an impersonator, of course.

An impersonator, right.

I demand a lawyer. -Tomorrow.

You're throwing me in jail and no one knows about it.

I couldn't even make a phone call. -Have they gone crazy?

Did you arrest this man, Vledder?

Even a rookie knows what the rights of a suspect are.

You can't do this.

Here you are. With apologies from all of us.

Out.

You keep acting as if he didn't do it.

Do you think he calls employees by their first names?

What does that have to do with anything? -A lot.

What about Big Kees who got murdered?

He recognized him.

Big Kees is dead, as are all the other witnesses.

Exactly, and the murderer is there.

That man can't kill a fly. -So?

He's a bit too much of a suspect.

But it's possible.

What happened to us last night isn't possible.

Just tell me what you mean. What do you want?

First we go see if they're playing cards.

Playing what? -Cards.

De Cock, did someone beat you up?

Yes, a big guy who made a nasty comment about you.

I'll kiss it better if you want. For free.

I have to tell you something. -Not now, De Cock.

I'm winning. -With that one jack?

Do you have the jack of clubs?

Very funny.

I thought Henkie didn't do jobs anymore.

That's the best there is. An artist at work.

But why am I doing this?

There was a burglary last night and I want to know why.

What do you think is behind this door?

Nothing or part of the loot.

Which loot? -Loot worth three million.

What are they doing here?

No, we don't care about the shed. We only look after the office.

Is that where you're going now?

Not every short circuit is a short circuit.

Can you do it?

It's been years, remember? Thanks to you.

We're having company. -Bloody hell.

The inner sanctum.

The safe's causing it. -Now what?

I'll make a phone call. This is a job for the police.

Damn, such a nice Sunday.

They didn't check it well last night.

Let them come over. It's definitely the safe.

Are you serious?

There's always something. Bye.

Have you got something to eat?

You're kidding. -They'll be here at the end of the day.

They can drop dead.

I'm off.

Tinus? -What do you want?

I want a kebab. -Come and get it.

Asshole.

I'm exhausted. -Look at me.

I'm only just getting started.

Hands in the air.

You don't catch crooks like that. -Are you done already?

We'll be back later with a colleague of yours.

They've been messing with the safe.

Got it.

Well, three million?

No, but I hit the jackpot.

Who is that?

Guess what this is.

De Cock. -The murder weapon.

Which murder weapon? -From Van Woudrichem's safe.

So it's true. I knew it.

We've got him.

See what happens when you use your brain? What?

If I were you, I'd use my brain and release Van Woudrichem.

What did you say?

If I were you, I'd...

Alright, I'm going.

I'm going to arrest the murderer.

Is that you Stoeps? Yes, Stoops.

Find out where De Cock's going.

I want to know now.

Wait, where are you going?

Chief... Jurre... are you sure it's him?

Absolutely. -But how do you know?

Because he's a good impersonator. -Impersonator?

Vledder, son, we have a hit. A darn beautiful little lady.

Commissioner Buitendam speaking. I need your entire team. Now.

What madness is this? -We're going to arrest a murderer.

All according to the book. -Which book?

There's no army in there. Just one man.

One man! -One very dangerous man.

He's committed multiple murders.

What's that fellow's name? -Walter Van Duyn, sir.

This is commissioner Buitendam.

Come out, Van Duyn.

Walter, police!

Hurry, come on.

I repeat: Walter Van Duyn.

Come out.

Last warning.

Come out.

Resistance is futile.

Damn it, Monique!

She was abandoning me.

You had already given yourself away, son.

Everything for her.

Do you think she was worth it?

She was the brain behind it all.

She would have walked free again if her last slave hadn't killed her.

Here, this is yours.

Oh my God.

See? Big Kees was right.

And wrong.

Take it with you. -What about you?

Just go. I'll be coming.

Did you see everything?

I'm truly sorry.

Was that necessary? All that violence?

No, I'd rather have done it on my own.

What did they do?

A robbery and four cold-blooded murders.

Is there a bus stop here? -A fifteen minute walk that way.

Again, I'm very sorry.

I wish you better times.