Overspel (2011) s01e06 Episode Script

IRIS HOEGAARDE
portraits
Great photos.
Willem Steenhouwer, lawyer.
Who's that?
- Well, the Couwenberg case I'm on
he's the lawyer.
- Willem, I love you, eh?
Are you having an affair?
- Yes, two.
Don't you like me anymore?
Is it over?
I said I'm sorry. I've chosen you.
She has, had, an affair
with Couwenberg's lawyer.
Then you're off the case.
You killed him.
- No, it was an accident.
Last night you were at the club
with Carla and Mireille.
The girl's becoming a nuisance.
If they crack the alibi, we're screwed.
- She's just a whore.
The Ukrainian the problem's gone.
Do you realise what you've done?
You've only made it worse.
What's wrong with Mireille?
- She's dead, Bjorn.
Didn't you really know?
We'd like to talk to Mr Couwenberg.
He sent me a text.
- Phone him while I'm here
and tell him to bugger off.
BETRAYAL
THE DECISION
Welcome to Voicemail, you have
three old messages.
Honey.
Mummy
Mummies and daddies
fight sometimes, you know.
But you never fight.
Mummy needs time to think.
- What about?
Well, everything.
About mummy and daddy, and you.
Me?
So I'm going to live in the studio
for a few weeks.
What about me?
- You'll visit me often.
But you'll stay with daddy.
And Tess will be here too.
What about my cuddly toys?
And my chess game?
I'll buy a great big backpack
you can always bring with you.
And the Blue Crocodile, of course.
- Why don't you just stay at home?
Sometimes we need to think about things.
Will you come back?
- I don't know. Maybe.
Just go. Quickly.
What's up now then?
I reckon it was about the whore.
- Marco.
Well, they found a dead whore.
It was on the internet.
I read that too but Bjorn's not involved.
- No, of course not.
Why did the police detain him then?
- I don't want to talk about it.
Bjorn always gets the blame.
- I said I didn't want to talk about it.
Can't we sue them?
- It's difficult.
For a wrongful act or whatever it's called?
Mireille's dead.
She took too many pills or something.
What did they want from you?
I saw photos.
From when she was dead, I mean.
- Bjorn, what did they ask you?
If I knew anything.
Or if I'd been to her house.
- But you hadn't.
No, of course not.
She comes from
Ukraine.
- What else did they ask?
Is that near Russia?
- Who bloody cares?
What did they ask and what did you say?
- Nothing.
I know nothing about the pills
or going to her house.
I was just here yesterday, with you.
- Bjorn
if you did say something weird,
then phone me, OK?
Where are you going?
- Home.
Home?
- We'll talk tomorrow.
I phoned him this week.
- Who?
Willem. He was out of town,
he said.
Why?
What do you mean?
- What was he doing out of town?
Other clients?
- Out of town? He didn't sound
I don't know, it was weird.
This is Iris Hoegaarde's voicemail.
leave a message after the beep.
It bothered me, so a few days later
I phoned his secretary
but she knew nothing about that day.
Anyway, she's a great lady.
So I spun some dumb story about
Willem buying Elsie a handbag
and she wanted to change it but
didn't dare ask where he bought it.
I may know. He has a company car
so I get all the traffic fines.
It was for a parking offence.
On the Rijperweg in Naarden.
Naarden?
Why doesn't he just tell me?
And why didn't his secretary know?
Is everything OK?
- About what?
Bjorn.
And my dad and you?
Will it all be alright?
- Yes, sure.
What did they want him for?
Marit keeps talking about it.
About my dad, I mean.
I don't know what to say.
Send her to me.
- And what will you say?
Your dad is a respectable man.
That hooker
- Do you think Bjorn is a murderer?
I won't say another word.
Say something sweet.
- Sweet.
No, something really sweet.
Do you still love me?
- Lots.
It may all be nothing.
If I didn't know him so well,
I'd say the same.
A woman.
If that's the case, then what?
You go off to Bjorn,
I'll phone you tomorrow.
Oh yes, the Delta building,
I keep forgetting.
Not to worry.
I'll go there myself this week.
Dad
is it all my fault? The police
and stuff?
Of course not.
Mireille was always so nice.
So sweet, it's such a shame.
- It's alright, Bjorn.
Don't think about it.
Where are his swimming trunks?
- In his wardrobe.
No, I've just looked there.
- Or in the pile of clean laundry.
In the laundry.
Give him a towel too.
But get a move on or you'll be late.
I'll come early tomorrow morning
then I'll take him.
Don't forget to pick him up as usual.
- As usual? Sure thing.
Can you check the computer
for Steenhouwer?
You're late.
- Sorry, I had to take Menno to school.
She's left us, actually.
- Left?
Iris.
She's living somewhere else.
- Jesus, Pepijn.
So now what?
Now nothing at all prevents me
from staying on the case.
Is that the only thing you're
interested in?
If I were you
- Of course it's not the only thing.
Pepijn
I'm taking you off it. And
that's final.
I spend all day throwing food away.
Louis ate anything going:
Cheese, ham, eggs, potatoes.
I bought a loaf of bread every single day.
If he was at home we ate a warm lunch.
He liked that.
And now?
One slice of bread for breakfast, two for
lunch and a few bites in the evening.
I've lost my appetite.
I'm still not used to it,
so I still buy far too much food.
But that will end.
Legal questions
She's left me. The books say,
it's now no longer a problem.
It's a grey area, but it's possible.
- It looks weird.
You'll be slaughtered in court.
- Who says?
Besides, wouldn't you like
to win a case for once?
Tomorrow you'll hand over the file.
Fine. Very best of luck.
How are things?
What do you mean?
- How are you feeling?
OK, I suppose.
- Not upset about Mireille anymore?
I'm thinking about getting a dog.
So I'd have something alive at home.
But then I start thinking,
a dog can die too.
How's Bjorn?
Let's not talk about him.
Yes?
- I don't know you.
Well, I don't know you either.
It's funny but I own this building,
and you?
I'm the resident. How do you do?
- Ever heard of ownership?
The basis of our society.
I put in some anti-squatters
but I can't see them.
Yes, they're our friends.
But they're not here right now.
Who?
What do you mean?
- What are their names then?
Can you talk?
- Yes, briefly.
I haven't got much further.
- No?
There's a hotel: The Herenhuis Hotel.
- Don't mention names.
There are also a few shops,
bars and offices.
So?
- It could be anything.
It's hard to tell, Huub.
Maybe you shouldn't think,
it's anything weird.
What are we going to do now, Dad?
Go home.
Well, at home.
- Can anyone corroborate that?
My Dad.
What did you think of Mireille?
- She was really nice.
Horny more than anything, eh?
She was really horny?
Did you know she was from Ukraine?
I knew she was foreign.
- Ukraine?
No.
- Bjorn, your dad sent you, didn't he?
It's not your fault, but your dad's.
- Why?
You know, Mireille
was part of your alibi.
- What alibi? - Well, it goes on
like that for thirty minutes.
Nothing worthwhile.
Good work, guys.
I'm so pleased.
- We couldn't get hold of you, right?
So you went straight
to the judge for permission.
A man who knows zilch about it.
I'd already said: Wait a bit, wait
- Listen
Do you really think they'd send Bjorn
to kill Mireille?
Bjorn knew her well, they were sort
of involved. She wasn't afraid of him.
He did it perfectly and left
no evidence.
We only thought Bjorn was the weak spot.
Very impressive and now they've gone
back into their dens.
And we can't prove anything.
If there's anything to prove.
Maybe Mireille took the dodgy pill herself.
- They often come in batches.
I know, Meerdink.
- So we often see more victims
but Mireille's the only one.
So what's next?
Burn the file?
Buy a good fishing rod
and go on a nice holiday.
Thank you very much.
You phoned about a divorce?
There's this couple, my girlfriend
wants to get a divorce
Come with me.
- And they have a child.
So does the mother get custody
of the child?
Well, it's complicated
It's not easy to say.
Is it relevant who the guilty party is?
It varies from case to case.
If you want an answer
you must be more specific.
OK thanks, I'll be back.
Just one more thing. The husband,
the child's father, is a lawyer.
Will that make it harder for
my girlfriend?
Couwenberg's lawyer is
too smart for the law
Nothing's ever been proved.
He's always been really sweet to me,
you know.
But he works with these guys,
I always see guys in suits there
Shut up. Your grandfather's the boss,
we both know that.
Is it the first time
you've seen these cuttings?
Why are you so nasty to me?
It's not my fault. I didn't choose my family.
- No, but it doesn't seem to bother you.
It does, but what can I do about it?
- Perhaps open your mouth?
Can you talk?
- Yes, briefly.
I haven't got much further.
- No?
There's a hotel: The Herenhuis Hotel.
- Don't mention names.
There's a hotel: The Herenhuis Hotel.
- Don't mention names.
There's a hotel: The Herenhuis Hotel.
- Don't mention names.
There are also a few shops,
bars and offices.
So?
- It could be anything.
This is Iris Hoegaarde's voicemail.
Leave a message after the beep.
Hello, Mrs Karelse.
Well, how are you?
Vienna?
- The neighbours really enjoyed it.
Tea?
- Thanks.
I can't look at him anymore.
I can't act normal to him.
You recently said
- It's gone.
Completely gone.
Just the thought of being with him now.
How long have you been together?
Eight years.
Mrs Karelse, this case bothers me.
Your husband was 62, you still
had some great years left together.
He didn't end up in the water on his own.
Bjorn insists he wasn't on the bridge.
He says he was in a sex club
and witnesses confirm that.
The police are beginning
to suspect you're lying.
Me? I'm not lying, he was there.
- Yes, but Bjorn
Listen, I walked to the restaurant
with my husband.
We met Bjorn, soon after
I went to the Greek restaurant alone.
Would I leave my husband alone
on the bridge?
I know
- Bjorn insisted on speaking to Louis.
I'm not crazy.
- Of course not.
But Bjorn apparently wants to create
that impression.
I'm glad you're here, man.
Do you do anything else besides gaming?
I work for Dad but then I play games.
- Hey, you have this one already?
It hasn't been released yet.
- From contacts in America.
Go for it, eh?
It's bothering me. I really want to help you
but I'm powerless.
Bjorn's alibi has been corroborated,
and you won't testify.
So I'm afraid this file
will soon be closed.
And your husband's killer
will go unpunished.
On the other hand,
if you decide to testify
then I can do something.
And Bjorn will have
some explaining to do.
And Huub?
Huub?
- Huub Couwenberg.
Bjorn's father.
Do you think, he?
- It's all very complicated.
Huub sent me this card.
Hey, grandpa.
- We're cooking hotdogs.
Then we'll start gaming again.
Give me one.
- With mustard and tomato ketchup?
Grandpa, can I ask you something
in a minute?
Again?
Yes.
Coming in?
No.
No one's home.
My parents are at work and
Marco's not home either.
You know
- What?
When I look at you
I know, you're not
I'd like to cool it for a while.
What do you mean?
See less of each other.
Menno.
Sorry, honey. Nothing's gone right.
I couldn't find the keys.
- Where's mum?
You know, right?
She'll bring and fetch you tomorrow.
We're off home for a nice game of chess.
Do you know what's wrong with mummy?
No. What do you think it is?
She needs time to think, she said.
Your husband's fucking another
woman. Her name is Iris Hoegaarde
I'm off, OK?
Go home early too for once,
it'd be nice for your wife.
Do you know who's taking it over?
Not yet.
- No?
Hi Bep, how's things?
Let's meet soon.
Louis owes me money. Regards Huub.
What's this?
- Your husband's been murdered
and you get a card like this.
Where did you get it?
- I bumped into her.
She trusts me. She may want to talk.
Thanks to Huub Couwenberg.
Talk?
- Yes.
But only to me. If I'm lucky
she'll phone today
and if she does, we have a case.
Bjorn?
- The murder or manslaughter of Karelse.
What if I let a co-worker speak to Beppie?
- Sure, do it.
She trusts me, so she probably won't talk.
So long, case.
You dirty rat.
- I'm going to win this case, Ben.
Then the whole Couwenberg gang
will collapse.
Article 140 of the penal code.
- But the judge will say
That's it's highly unusual. Yes, I know.
If shit happens, I'll take the blame.
- That's rubbish.
I'm still responsible.
- I'll say I acted on my own
and ignored all your good advice.
Besides, when did I actually tell you?
I suddenly can't remember.
If she phones, eh?
What are the odds?
Well dear boy, let's hear it.
You haven't beaten up any more girls,
I hope?
I wanted to ask if I could
Can I do a job for you for once?
Like what?
- I don't know, just a job.
I don't think it's a good idea.
- Go on, grandpa.
Why? Do you need money?
No.
- And does your dad know?
What?
That you want to do this?
- No.
I don't know, Marco.
Your mum will kill me.
Oh, come on Grandpa.
I really want to do something.
Good evening.
Here's the menu.
We also have specialities.
And wine.
Soraya, will you
take over?
Please excuse me.
I'm going outside for a cigarette.
Dad?
- Sweetie.
Where's your brother?
- At grandpa's.
Have you eaten yet?
What's wrong?
Dad?
Just for once
I want an honest answer.
Is grandpa a criminal?
And Bjorn?
And you too?
- Honey, I must go.
We'll discuss it tomorrow,
I promise.
Why don't you just answer me?
Tomorrow, honestly.
It's really tender, nowadays only
grandpa knows how to cook it.
Most people think it needs searing
first, but it doesn't.
Fry it slowly. Get stewing steak
from a proper butcher
Add an onion, cloves, and orange peel.
- Then simmer all day on an oil stove.
Does your mum still make it?
I thought so.
Probably only pasta, couscous
and other rubbish.
Sorry, sorry.
Daddy.
- Hey, give me a hug.
I'm hungry.
- I'm cooking, so we'll
Is mummy coming home?
- I don't think so, son.
Hey, leave it.
Come on, I'll show you out.
Well, this is for you.
And here's a bit extra
for waiting all evening.
Can you cope?
- Sure, why not?
We're going to defrost a pizza.
Oh yes, I
Must you leave?
- Well, why?
Fancy having pizza with us?
Menno would love it.
I still have one more thing to do
this evening.
Go ahead.
There is something you could do for me,
it's not even a real job.
Perhaps.
- Really?
Anti-squat students and strays
are living in one of my properties.
Oh yes, those guys.
- But I've heard they're more inclined
What?
- To squat.
Squat?
It's so tender.
He's a good boy.
- Yes, and much nicer than Marit.
Don't say that.
But it's true.
Marit is a bit different,
but she's still your niece.
Hi, it's me.
- Hey, Victor.
Fancy doing anything this evening?
- No, not really.
Oh, no problem.
- OK.
Another time, eh?
- Yes, OK.
OK. Bye.
- Bye.
INVOICE For special advice
150,000 euros. Already settled.
Van Erkel here.
- Mr van Erkel?
Yes, speaking.
- It's Mrs Karelse. I've decided.
Mrs Karelse, and what is it?
You must go home.
Some people believe in destiny.
I thought they were rather ridiculous.
We can't go on like this.
I'm going to talk to Elsie.
Are you sure?
Really?
- Yes.
When?
- Tomorrow.
People are getting killed there.
My son's going nowhere near them.
He's a lawyer. Lawyers can have children.
They want to take me in again.
I won't do it.
Over my dead body.
If you just tell the truth, Bjorn,
you'd be done here quickly.
A statement can always be retracted,
right?
And that guy, is he guilty?
- Can we still trust him?
Who?
- Willem.
Is the man dangerous or not?