Van Der Valk (2020) s02e01 Episode Script
Plague on Amsterdam
Hey, Pookie.
Hey, Pookie.
Hi.
Oh.
Hello.
Hello, I'm Katrin and this is Elen.
Jelena.
We just arrived from Thailand, Do you know Amsterdam well? Huh? Me? Yeah.
Oh, you know, a bit.
Great.
Oh, cool.
Then you can help turn this dull night into a fun night, no? Oh, we love fun nights.
Do you? What makes you think I'm qualified to give you a fun night? Intuition.
Yeah.
So where would you wanna go? Home? Interesting.
That's the right answer.
I like a man who gets straight to the point.
Alone.
No.
No.
Listen, I've gotta go.
No, no, please.
That's so disappointing.
The night is so young.
Hey, babe.
Sorry I'm late.
Everything OK? 'Cause for a minute there I thought you might be chatting someone up.
Uh, no, he was just giving us directions.
Uh goodbye.
You looked like you needed rescuing.
Don't we all? Maybe I was playing hard to get.
Were you playing hard to get? No.
No, you're right, I'm Maybe I needed some help.
Well, consider yourself helped.
Well, thank you for helping.
Lena.
Lena.
Mmm.
Guess you're free to go now.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so.
Paid that, I can just I'd better go.
So, uh I'm sorry.
Sorry.
The wanderer returns.
Good night, was it? Yeah.
Yeah, it was, very.
You been waiting long? No.
Not long.
Right, get that down you.
You're gonna need it.
Uh, we've got tyre tracks in and out of here, and boot marks everywhere.
Like those ones there.
Good point.
I'd say we're talking white male, 5'10 ", maybe 5'11".
And judging by the width of that step, I'd say mid-30s.
How'd you guess that? I think she's describing you, Brad.
Hendrik.
Hey.
- What have we got? - Not exactly sure.
There's an injection mark on her right wrist.
Doesn't look like your typical junkie.
You never can tell these days.
The cause of death is possible poisoning but I'll need toxicology to confirm.
What, killed somewhere else? I'd say so.
Lividity on the anterior aspect of the shoulders and torso suggests that the body's been on her stomach for a while, so I'll have to do a proper examination.
Yeah, most likely killed somewhere else, brought here.
When? Rigor mortis wearing off.
I'd say she'd been here two or three days.
And this.
Well, there's no attempt to hide her ID.
Name's Susie de Windt.
Solicitor at De Windt, Koemen and Berg.
And lots of missed calls.
Someone was trying to get hold of her.
- Let's find out who.
- There's another thing.
Razor-sharp implement.
Surface wounds only.
Judging by the minimal blood loss, definitely post-mortem.
Not frenzied.
I'd say it's a marker.
- Of what? - 'X' marks the spot.
'10' in Roman numerals.
- The windmill? - This might help.
"It's about ethics.
Where's XX? "Follow the Philosopher's Eye.
" A murderer with ethics, that'd be a first.
Any ideas? No.
Where's Cloovers when you need him? It's gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK.
Please let it be OK.
It will be.
You did nothing wrong.
I killed someone.
You stepped in when a fellow officer needed you.
End of story.
Counselling going OK? I think we should head in.
Let's get the note checked for handwriting, paper, ink, anything.
Yeah, will do.
Victim has an 'X' carved into her, and the note mentions a double 'X'.
So we could be looking for a second body, right? Yeah.
It's a staged death.
Theatrical, cryptic notes left.
Maybe it's part of a bigger plan.
So what are we talking, then, a proper nutjob? They usually are.
Next of kin - husband Roland de Windt, senior partner at the same firm.
He's also a historian and polymath, whatever he means by that.
It means he's smart.
Good morning, sir.
Can I help you? Excuse me, Roland de Windt? Yep.
Is there somewhere private we can go and talk? Uh, yeah.
I'll be back in a minute.
Sure.
Step this way.
We'll need to ask you some questions about your wife's cases.
Was she working on anything controversial, any disgruntled clients, anyone with a grudge? Not that I know of.
And when did you last see her? Um, three days ago.
And when she didn't come home, didn't you think that was odd? Well, yeah, but I didn't think I didn't think this.
Well, what did you think? That she might've gone to visit friends, relatives.
Anyone else? Does your wife normally disappear off radar for three days? No.
And I was concerned, obviously.
But not enough to ring her.
Had you had a row? No.
- I'm pretty sure I did ring her.
- No.
She had 37 missed calls, mainly work-related, but not one of them was from you.
I've been snowed under.
I just didn't get round to it.
Your wife's body, it was found at a wind farm outside of town.
Does that make any sense to you? No.
Sorry.
How'd you get hurt? Fell playing squash.
It's my escape.
Yeah, that's great.
PA confirmed Roland de Windt does play squash.
Also hinted that all maybe wasn't well in the marriage.
It's odd that he didn't ring his wife, right? Especially if he killed her.
I mean, if he killed her, he would've rung her, wouldn't he? To cover his tracks.
Where are we at on Susie de Windt's movements? The morning she died, she got a bus back to the city from Sporenburg at 7:06am.
Sporenburg's a long way from home.
What was she doing there? Hey, Lena.
Hello.
Hi.
You answered your phone.
Well, it's rude not to.
Hm.
Never stopped you before.
I'm impressed.
It's almost functional.
Does she know what you do for a living? No.
Busy? - Dating app, Brad? - Dating app.
As if.
Yeah.
Yeah, alright.
But I'll have you know it's 'cause I'm picky.
You know you're on a site where the women do the picking? Just saying.
- What have we got? - Site's secured.
No reports of a second stiff or missing person.
You cracked the note yet? Well, within a whisker, yeah.
That's a no, then.
Susie de Windt's current case load.
Now, the land is owned by the city, but was in the news recently.
Bunch of artist squatters - polder rebels - were due to be relocated there.
They were living on disused land in the city for years, but lost their battle against eviction four days ago.
Were offered the land as an alternative but refused point blank.
That's a long way from the city.
The land is contaminated.
And there's plans to extend industry all up round there.
The polder case is one of Susie de Windt's.
She's the lawyer who won it for the city against the squatters.
Hello.
Exonerated.
Yeah! Well done, mate.
That's our boy.
Not that we recognise you Anything I need to know about? Nah.
Usual.
That's vague, even by your own standards.
Is there anything I need to know about? Yeah.
No.
.
.
because we need you pronto.
You thought about getting another dog yet? Trojan was the one and only for me.
I'm not the only one missing him, right? Why don't you get yourself a dog, Piet? Nah.
Too much like commitment.
Where are we at on the polder squatters? Artists community.
Not just squatters.
It's actually a really interesting case.
We've got loads of information, thanks to Susie de Windt's files - pictures, newspaper clippings.
They're winning the case, Susie de Windt gets them evicted.
So the great unwashed take revenge on the lawyer that shafted them.
Hardly the great unwashed, Brad.
Amsterdam has a long noble tradition of squatting.
And I've got nothing against squatting, especially if I'm caught short in the middle of the woods.
But not everyone wants a bunch of "artists" dirtying up their front doorstep.
You two, get down there.
Names, agitators, usual stuff.
I'm guessing the polder lot had a lawyer, the one who lost.
Cassie Davids.
OK, you and me, let's go and speak to her, see what she's got to say.
Could you ever live here? Could you? Pfft.
Not a chance.
I thought they lost the case.
We did.
We're celebrating anyway.
We're proud of everything that we've achieved here.
And we've got a few days before we have to leave, so So, uh, what's the set-up here, then, anyway? What, are you all artists and, uh unemployed? We all do different things.
Right.
Well, what about you? Me? A bit of everything.
Film buff, photographer, mainly an inventor, and here is my latest and it's one of my best.
It's a homemade rum.
Try it.
Ooh, way too early.
Daddy, Daddy! Oh, monster.
Actually, we need to ask some questions about the court case.
OK, yeah, sure.
Come and join us.
Talk to anyone you want.
Ethics, ethics.
"Follow the Philosopher's Eye.
" Any ideas? You're our resident genius.
I'm more of a stat man.
Maybe it's a quote.
Like a hidden message or a riddle or something? Can't be doing with all the mind games myself.
It's here.
Oi! Cassie Davids.
Yeah, but now's not a good time.
Actually, now's a perfect time.
You've got a lot of boxes here.
You going somewhere? Oh, sharp observational skills.
Any more insights, Commissaris? I reckon you're not teetotal and maybe you didn't make it home last night.
Did you go anywhere special? I can't remember.
But I'm done here.
I'm fed up with the system, the defeats.
I got cynical.
It's time to quit.
Susie de Windt's been murdered.
We think her death might be connected to the polder case.
Are you accusing my former clients of murder? Are you targeting them because they have an alternative lifestyle? Would I? I don't know.
Would you? Mrs De Windt was last seen the day that she won the case and then she was found dead in the field that the city want to send the community to.
So, we think it's reasonable to suspect a connection to them or to you.
Wouldn't you say? So, how long have you lived here? My whole life.
Hey.
Hey.
What's the quote? What? This? "The wound is the place where the light gets in.
" Rumi.
That's interesting.
So, uh, where are you going to move everyone? Oh, something will come up.
Some of you must be pretty hacked off with the result, right? Mm, yeah, we were sort of expecting it.
Why are you asking? Susie de Windt, the lawyer who acted against you, has been killed.
Oh, I'm so sorry to hear this.
We're gonna need a list of everyone who lives here.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Yeah, I'll Great, thank you.
Susie was a decent-enough lawyer - a bit by-the-book for me, but, believe me, I'm not the killing type.
Look, we should have won.
Now my clients have to suffer because of a legal system more concerned with money than people.
So, what happened? The good guys lost.
It happens all the time.
What's gonna happen to the land that they're on now? Uh, the city are leasing it to a consortium.
They're gonna build a tourist attraction.
Like we need another one.
Oh, there you go! Yeah, could have told you that.
Oh! Are you mad? I thought you said you weren't the killing type.
Oh, I have my moments.
That is definitely against building regulations.
You ever come across Susie de Windt's husband? Yeah.
He was in court most of the time.
Why? I don't know.
You're the detective.
Check her out, find out about the consortium she mentioned.
Ethics.
Ethics! I'm gonna need a bit more than that.
I was coming at it from the left side of my brain - analytically, logically - whereas with puzzles, you have to engage both sides of the brain simultaneously.
'Ethics' - it's a treatise on the metaphysical.
It's a what? It's a book, Brad.
Baruch Spinoza.
Baruch? Also known as Benedictus or Ben.
Well, he doesn't look like your usual suspect, does he? 1632 to 1677.
'Ethics' is his most famous book and he's our best-known philosopher.
Well, I'm still none the wiser.
Literally a lover of wisdom, like you.
What did he believe in? Solutions to pretty much everything based on monistic metaphysics.
How did you get on with the polder rebels? We got a list of everyone who lives there.
We're just checking them out.
Oh, starting with that tattooed bloke.
He loved a quote.
How was the defence lawyer? Volatile.
"Where's the XX? "Philosopher's Eye.
" What does it all mean? Like, EYE Film Institute? Red-light district? One-eyed jack? What? Really? There's a statue of Spinoza down by the Amstel.
So, what's he looking at? The Munt Tower? Bridge? Houseboats? Let's get the divers down there.
Well, there's no signs of bloating, skin slippage or wrinkling.
You done Susie de Windt's autopsy? You know, I was just about to and I got dragged down here.
Patience is a virtue, Piet.
Yeah, time waits for no man.
I did hear back from the graphologist about the ink, though.
Made from oak gall.
I mean, this is the stuff that Shakespeare would have written with, that Leonardo da Vinci would have drawn with when he wasn't filling his studio with inflated intestines.
Clever lad, that one.
That Spinoza would have used? Presumably.
Rare as hen's teeth.
Find out who makes it.
And one other thing, whoever wrote that note was 'sinistra' in Latin - where the word 'sinister' comes from.
Yeah, and for those that don't speak Latin? Left-handed.
1 in 10, apparently.
Right, let's get her on her front.
Go on, then.
No ID on her.
I've checked her pockets.
At least there's no note on this one.
Not on her, Brad.
In her.
"When a man is prey to his emotions, he is not his own master.
" Spinoza again.
Why this obsession with a dead philosopher? "Tick tock.
Who owns the city? The Fire Stealers.
" You got any ideas? Don't look at me.
Why does a killer leave notes anyway? Does he wanna get caught? "Tick tock.
" That worries me.
So, who's got the third 'X'? Maybe it's me? What if we're dealing with a serial killer? They like puzzles.
They kill at least three or more.
I've got some notes on serial killers here.
76% of the time, they're male, but that's just stats.
Um, there's no strict rules, but they would tend to be a loner - antisocial, solitary, smooth-talking yet insincere, egocentric and grandiose with a lack of empathy for anybody else's feelings.
Could be pretty much anyone, couldn't it? He was in de Windt's office.
Who is he? Oh, Ruud Lipman.
He's the head of the consortium that gets the polder people's land.
Alright, speak to him, see what he knows.
Your tattoo - city flag, right? Of course.
Amsterdam.
So, we've got a dead lawyer who represented the city and an unidentified body with a note.
Who owns the city? I don't know who owns it, but I know a man who wrote a book about it.
Your office said I'd find you here.
What, is it another escape? Not long after your wife was found murdered.
Have you found out who killed Susie yet? Oh, no, yet.
How was your marriage? Got any complaints? My marriage was fine, thanks.
Yours? Never got that far.
Your wife spent her last night out near Sporenburg.
You know anything about that? Could she have been having an affair? I don't know.
What do any of us ever really know about each other? That could almost be a Spinoza quote.
You've got a chapter on him in there.
You a fan? He's a great thinker.
Your mother never tell you it's rude to stare? Not anymore.
So, what does Spinoza have to do with my wife's death? A note was left near her body referencing 'Ethics'.
A second body's turned up, another Spinoza quote there.
You're a bit of an expert.
I do hope that's not your only line of inquiry, Commissaris.
Oh, it's not.
No, there's a couple more.
Ruud Lipman.
You know him? Only through Susie.
What was he doing at your office? Well, I assume he was there to see her.
About the case? Yeah.
According to Cassie Davids, you were in court a lot.
Why? To support Susie.
But you said you didn't know the wind farm where your wife's body was found and yet moving the polder community there, well, that was a key part of the case.
Well, I wasn't in court every day and if the wind farm meant something to me, why on earth wouldn't I tell you? That's been troubling me too.
Why would you lie? Unless that's just, uh, a lawyer thing.
You don't know me.
No, but I know me and that helps.
Are you investigating my wife's murder or are you pointing the finger at me? I'd be very careful if I were you.
Is that a threat? Free legal advice.
Rare these days.
I'm enjoying it.
Will you sign it? Are you serious? Not always, but most of the time.
Are we done or you gonna join me in the sauna? We're done, and I've seen enough, thanks.
For now.
Terrible about Susie.
You caught the bastard yet? Uh, we're still working on it.
You were due to meet her yesterday.
Is that right? Yes.
Yes, that's right.
I, uh I wanted to thank her.
Her winning the case gives us the green light to develop the land.
Uh, to build a tourist attraction? A little bit more than that, gentlemen.
The Amsterdam Eye, the largest observation wheel in Europe.
Here you go.
More questions? Remind you of anything? Yep, the writing on the notes.
What sort of ink do you use? A Japanese one mainly.
You know anything about oak gall ink? Yeah, it's for manuscripts, isn't it? How did you get on with Susie de Windt? I didn't.
Yeah, we heard about that.
She had a case against you.
Harassment, wasn't it? No, stitch-up.
There's one law for them and another for us.
She had spies crawling everywhere, trying to find anything they could use against us, so I hit back.
How? By following her, see how she liked it.
But they turned that to their advantage and slapped an injunction on me.
That can't have gone down well with you.
Life sucks and then you die.
That's not a Spinoza quote, by any chance? How do you use these things? Why are you so interested? Why? 'Cause I've got two dead bodies with two notes, both written with something like this and I'd like to see one in action, if you'd care to show me.
You mind if I check the ink? No.
OK.
OK.
Thank you.
We need to keep an eye on the polder lot.
Let's get some officers down there, unmarked cars, round the clock.
Do you have to? Well, it's not like it's gonna wake anybody up, is it? Check the ink.
Right.
First things first.
No signs of sexual assault on either victim, but the 'X's both carved with the same or very similar implement with not one, but two cutting edges.
Cheese slicer? Possible.
Cause of death, internal haemorrhaging leading to multi-organ failure triggered by a massive injection of an anticoagulant often found in cases of rodenticide.
That's, uh, rat poison to you.
And also these small localised areas of bruising on either side of the muscles on her neck.
So, there's one on the right - that's probably the thumb - and three, four on the left - the fingers.
A left-hander, then.
Well, done with the left, sure, but it doesn't necessarily mean left-handed, does it? There's also similar areas of bruising on the inside of her left bicep as if she'd been grabbed or gripped tightly.
The yellow-brownish discolouration suggests it's historic.
Could that predate and be unconnected to her death? Could indeed.
You thinking her husband's hand injury? Yeah, maybe.
And as for this one, well, pretty fresh.
Comparing the diatoms in the tissue to the sample I took in the river, it's not the same.
She drowned somewhere else, although I did detect the presence of fish faeces in her lungs.
Take your time.
It's no rush.
We hate to bother you.
Oh, not at all.
But far from it.
You're always welcome down here.
Oh, yeah, we've got a match for her DNA.
Her name is Juliana Holt.
You wouldn't happen to have an address as well, would you? Commissaris, your wish is my command.
Get a snap of that.
Enjoy.
Thanks.
Juliana Holt, 33, set up her own PR company.
Very right-on, very alternative.
What was she doing on our database? Arrested at an environmental protest march about three years ago.
Is that yours? Yeah.
Nice! What did do you pay for it? Wanna buy it? 1,000 euro.
Give me the camera! No! There's an 'X'.
Another one here.
Right, let's turn this off.
Um Hey, I think the police are watching us.
I need the keys to Tonie's workshop.
You stay here, sweetheart? What did the police want earlier? Don't worry about them.
Everything's gonna be fine.
He's toying with us.
Pages are from 'Ethics'.
There's got to be a connection between Juliana Holt and Susie de Windt, right? You'd think so.
According to her website, Juliana Holt specialises in promoting the tolerant, liberal city of free spirit that she loves - Amsterdam.
Maybe she's mates with the polder lot.
We got her computer bagged yet? Yeah, it's already with Tech.
And the car outside is hers, by the way.
Mm.
Modest apartment, brand-new vehicle.
Either it's family money or that's got to be on finance, right? Yeah, I'll check.
How did you get on with Django Keet's ink? It's not oak gall.
Not used to write the notes.
Any ideas? Maybe.
Spinoza was Amsterdam born and bred, expelled age 23 for heretical beliefs by his community, betrayed and exiled.
The story of my life.
Expelled from school, numerous bars, three marriages.
I could go on.
Yeah.
Yeah, maybe it's not about the philosophy.
Maybe it's about the man himself.
Come in.
Sir.
So, when were you going to tell us we might have a serial killer on our hands? When I knew for sure we do.
The papers seem to think so.
Since when do we take any notice of them? Notes, Spinoza quotes.
Should we be worried? Is this some grand-plan master murderer? Well, he's pretty up himself, I'll give him that.
'Narcissist', I believe is the term.
Are there going to be more victims? Not if we allow the team to get on with their job.
Right, Piet? Right.
Oh, one more thing.
Stop pissing off lawyers, will you? De Windt rang me to complain.
Great about the hearing.
Your mum must be relieved.
Yeah, very.
Let's get out of here.
Chief's breathing down our necks.
We've drawn a blank on why Susie de Windt was in Sporenburg.
My money's on her having an affair, but What's out there anyway? Just a load of new housing, right? Yeah, just social and domestic.
A few shops, businesses, charities, that sort of thing.
What sort of charities? Um, children's and a women's refuge.
Victims of domestic abuse.
Hendrik said she had some historic bruising.
See if she contacted them.
Sure.
Juliana Holt.
Well, you were right about the car.
No family money, parents both dead, and a brother who seemed to think SHE was struggling for money.
Did she lease it? Mm, bought outright.
Checking to see if the sale's on camera.
Maybe she's got a rich partner.
Maybe.
Any link to the polder lot? No, nothing obvious on the computer.
Right, you coming or what? Same time next week? Yes, about that We're both grown-ups, right? This seeing each other It's all part of the game.
Sleeping with the enemy.
Trying to get an angle? We had some fun.
We did.
We move on? Water under the bridge.
Ships that pass in the night.
Good.
I knew you'd understand.
Ja.
Yo, that's it.
That's it! I've got it! Uh, look.
Um Look.
Yeah, now's a bit early to be turning to drink.
It's a nice beer, though.
No, what do you see? Is that a trick question? What were you taught that the three 'X's in the Amsterdam flag stood for? Triple 'X' - bad-ass city.
Did you even go to school? Yeah but not all the time.
These are the three trials our city had to go through.
The flood.
Yeah.
Plague.
Fire.
Right.
Precisely.
So, victim number one, Susie de Windt.
Rat poison.
Plague.
Victim number two, Juliana Holt.
Drowned.
Flood.
Victim number three Is gonna be killed by fire.
Yes.
The Fire Stealer, whoever that is.
Prometheus.
The Fire Stealer.
Prometheus.
Yes, yes, Prometheus.
Prometheus stole fire from the gods and brought it to mankind and, as punishment, had his liver plucked out by vultures.
So, the next victim's a Greek god? Admittedly, I don't have it all figured out yet.
Ruud Lipman.
Ruud Lipman.
Ruud Lipman.
Ruud Lipman.
Is a Greek god? Uh No.
No, no.
His consortium.
That's Prometheus.
Good.
Let's go.
Frank, enjoy.
Thank you.
I didn't order a pizza.
Press another.
Here we go.
Go! The killer can't be far! Job, where are you? You two OK? Yeah.
Few minutes earlier, would've had him.
Exactly.
He's getting careless.
He's messing with us, trying to prove a point.
What about? I don't know.
Amsterdam maybe.
We've got a lawyer who represented the city, a PR woman who championed it and a developer who's transforming it.
Susie de Windt and Ruud Lipman knew each other, right? Yeah, and we're checking to see if Lipman's got any properties in Sporenburg where we think she spent her last night.
So how does Juliana Holt fit in? She doesn't.
Well, so far.
Shame we don't get paid by the crime scene, hm? He's got three 'X's on his back, this time before death.
Painful.
Sadistic even.
Yeah, or pragmatic.
He couldn't do it once the guy was on fire.
- Cameras? - Disabled.
I take it we've discussed the, uh the elephant in the room? Logically, this guy will have a note somewhere about his personage telling us the whereabouts of the next victim.
If there is one.
There's three 'X's on the flag.
What if he's stopped, mission accomplished? I don't think so.
Well, either way, you can't perform an autopsy on someone while they're still alive.
Yes, but we can do a scan.
No, I'm not asking the family of a burns victim fighting for his life if we can poke around with his body.
Well, what if a life depends on it? I said no! The medical team won't let you anywhere near him anyway while they're trying to keep him alive.
We'll have to think again.
Mm Mm-hm.
Yeah.
Well, that's good.
Thanks.
Brilliant.
Great.
Here you go.
Can you mute that, please? No, he can't.
It might be a hot match.
I got a hot match for you, Brad.
That was Tech.
Juliana Holt was on your dating site.
Really? The last text on her phone was about a date with Rita Wijngarden.
Possibly the last person to see her alive.
Oh, God, yeah! I've seen her on a few of my apps.
How many are you on? Nine.
Covering your bets? Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here we are, Rita Wijngarden.
Yeah.
"About you".
She's an artist, bisexual, and then her hobbies include HierHieronymus Bosch.
Sculpture and Whoa.
Spinoza or serial killing? Ink-making.
Ask her on a date.
What, Brad and a potential serial killer? It's a match made in heaven.
I mean, to be honest, I think I've dated a couple of those already.
Well, can't I just You know, can we bring her in for questioning or something? I mean, she could end up being Jacqueline the Ripper or something.
Well, I figured you like them feisty.
Besides, our killer's smart.
If it is her and we bring her in, she'll be ready for us whereas an innocent date, that might get us an inside track.
Yeah, it might get my liver eaten with chianti and fava beans as well.
Yeah, one for the team.
I mean, it's your call.
"All things excellent "are as difficult as they are rare.
" Lens-grinder by day, philosopher by night.
He would've made a good detective.
Well, someone's not happy.
Um Uh, yeah, a couple of things.
Um, that was a women's refuge.
They want to talk about Susie de Windt.
It's a bit weird, someone like her contacting them.
Well, I don't see why.
A vulnerable woman's a vulnerable woman from any walk of life.
I'll speak to them.
And the problem? Rita Wijngarden's agreed to a date.
Excellent.
Get you wired up, then.
Not gone off the idea, have ya? Well, I've just looked her up on another couple of apps and she's got an IQ of 146.
Wow! That's almost genius level.
That's even higher than Yeah, yeah, and she's a master in jujitsu.
Well, you better not upset her, then.
Piet, might have something.
I've just been sent footage of Juliana Holt buying her car.
Look who was with her.
Juliana Holt, friend of yours? Name doesn't ring any bells.
There we go again, doing that lying thing.
It's becoming a bit of a habit.
You were with her when she bought a brand-new car.
That's That she couldn't afford.
Bit younger than you, isn't she? It's none of your business.
We fished her out of the Amstel, so it's become my business.
She won't be needing the car anymore whereas you need to start explaining - now.
We were friends.
That's all.
You normally buy friends a new car? We were having an affair.
Got a problem with that? Me? No, no.
I got a problem with her being dead, though, like your wife.
Did she know you were having an affair? Could she be having an affair with Ruud Lipman? That you didn't take kindly to? I told you, I don't know what my wife was up to and vice versa.
Oh, that's right, yeah.
You didn't ring her for three days.
Where were you between 9:00 and 10:00 yesterday evening? At 10:00? Oh, I was visiting Susie's relatives, offering my condolences.
They live down south.
Very thoughtful.
We can check.
Be my guest.
Right, you can see You all wired up?! Yeah, I'm wired alright.
Dunno why I have to be, though.
It might cramp my style, all you lot listening in to the master at work.
We'll all be there.
Nothing will happen.
Well, I mean, it's unlikely.
Right.
Ruud Lipman, still in hospital, 70% burns and organ damage.
Well, De Windt's sister-in-law confirmed he went to see her yesterday evening.
I mean, he could've got back in time to kill if he'd driven like a madman.
Let's see if we can pick him up on motorway cameras.
OK.
Django Keet's still in the frame.
He went AWOL from the polder around the time Lipman went up in flames.
How do we know that? Surveillance officers on the ground.
Said they only realised once he'd returned.
Must have slipped out a back way like he knew we was watching.
You sure my pay grade stretches as far as dating potential serial killers? With an almost superhuman intellect and the ability to snap you in half like a twig.
Not helping.
Watch out if she's left-handed and orders a cheese board.
Yeah, really not helping! Actually you're right.
I'd never ask you to do something that I wouldn't do myself.
If you're not up for this, I could throw my hat in the ring.
No, it's alright.
I can, um I'm prepared to give it a go.
You know, sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
Spinoza.
Seneca, the stoic.
Brad, we're just 'round the corner.
We can be there in a minute.
Two minutes.
Five tops.
Five, we'll be there.
Yeah, you're meant to be calming me down.
I have calmed you down.
Right, Job's gone ahead.
Just get on with it.
Oh, yeah, fine.
So Bambi's got my back.
Yeah, great, great.
Yeah, I know.
Let's go.
OK.
Hi, Rita? Um, nice to, um, meet you.
You, uh, look, um, very, um like your profile picture, which is always a good thing.
Um, can I, um Sorry.
Could I get, um, two beers and some snacks for the table as well, please? Yeah, that's OK.
Um So, um, do you come here often? Yes, I like it here.
Yeah, it's nice.
So I I gather you make ink.
No exactly subtle, is he? That's a thing I do, yeah.
Oh, cool.
Why? Do you? No, no.
No, I didn't even know you could Why kind do you make? Well, there's a few.
Oak gall? That's that's the stuff that Shakespeare and, um, Leonardo DiCaprio used, right? Wow.
"The master.
" How do you know that? Oh, well, not just a pretty face.
Oh, but I just I read, um, lots of It just sticks in my brain like pointless information.
Um, uh Enjoy.
Cheers.
So you're, um, left-handed? That's very, um, Sinatra.
Um, that's where we get the word 'sinister' from.
Do you always talk this much? Only when I'm nervous.
Um I'm new to this dating stuff, if I'm honest.
Um, a friend of mine put me onto it, Juliana Holt.
Ju Juliana.
Juliana Holt? What, you you know her? Yeah, I met her.
No way! Yeah.
I came here with her, actually.
Oh! How did that date go? You're not the ink person, are you? No, I I thought you were the ink person.
Juliana was told about me by someone who bought my ink.
Thought we might be a good fit.
But, uh Did you get a name? Why are you quizzing me? Well, I mean, was it a boy, girl? Who was it? I think I better go.
Weirdo.
What Do we let her go? Commissaris Van der Valk.
Inspector Hassell.
We need to speak with you about Juliana Holt.
What's this? It's a murder investigation.
I'm sorry, but Juliana Holt was killed the night of your date and we think you might have been the last person to see her alive.
The person that suggested you to her, the one who bought ink, did Juliana mention who it was? Uh, no.
Someone she knew.
Was it a man or a woman or She didn't say.
Have you ever sold ink to either of these two men? I sell this all over the world.
It's all done online.
OK, do you keep a record of everyone you sell to? I post it, so I've probably got a list somewhere.
Is it OK if these two come and get a list of them now? Hi.
Really? Our car's just around the corner.
Yep.
And this is my colleague Brad, who you've obviously met.
OK, when? Right, yep.
Lena? Nope, hospital.
Ruud Lipman died.
We need to find Hendrik.
I'll find the list.
I like your art.
It's a very strong use of colour.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Very, um, Hieronymus Bosch.
Uh, any chance I can use your, um You know, all them beers.
On your left, downstairs.
So you want me to print it? Yes, please, if you could, thank you.
Hendrik.
We need you in the morgue.
You found the keys, then.
Didn't find the light switch.
It's here.
I'll show you round if you want.
That's the helm.
That's the compass.
And that's the throttle.
What exactly do you do? I clean up other people's mess.
Hey.
Sorry.
I've, uh I've gotta go.
I didn't want to wake you.
I was Oh, no, no.
Sure.
Just, uh, give me five minutes and I'll be out of here.
There's no need.
There's no need.
You can, um stay.
Just be careful if you take her out on the water.
The sails can be a bit tricky.
I'll bear that in mind.
Job the Pope.
What are you doing here? Oh, I never leave home without one.
Um, I was working late and then Frank started telling me his life story.
Oh, you need some strong coffee, then, huh? Oh, join the queue.
- Hey, Frankie.
- Hi.
Frank, thank you.
How'd you get on with that list of people who bought the ink? I'm still working on it.
Rita Wijngarden's art is very dark.
'X' motifs.
Brad almost passed out.
He's, uh, checking on her alibi now.
The name Cassie Davids mean anything? Said she'll meet you there.
Find out where Django Keet went when he left the polder the day before yesterday.
Will do.
You? I've got a date with Cassie Davids.
What would Lena say? Told her what you do yet? Yes.
And Lena? She's a doctor, OK? She deals with the living.
I deal with the dead.
You're late, which is rude.
You shouldn't keep people waiting.
You shouldn't stalk people late at night either.
What do you want? I'm on a deadline.
I thought I'd save you the trouble of tracking me down, thought I'd offer myself up for an in-depth interview.
Well, I'm touched.
Why? Two of the victims are linked to the case I lost.
But not Juliana Holt.
Still, I must at least be high on the list of suspects, particularly since I had a quickie in a hotel with Ruud Lipman just hours before he died.
Oh, you're good! I put myself high on the list of potential suspects and you barely flicker.
Well, I'm pretty sure you'll have your defence prepared.
Well, why would I meet Ruud in a hotel if I was gonna kill him a short time later? It depends what happened in the hotel.
I've seen what you can do with a heel.
I haven't got time to play games.
Oh, don't say that.
You can't imagine the images I'm conjuring up in my mind.
Oh, I was at least hoping to get handcuffed.
Maybe later.
Django Keet's not at home? No, sorry.
I haven't seen him today.
So no idea where he is? Uh, no.
No, sorry, I haven't seen him.
What do you guys do about security around here? - Have you got cameras? - Yeah, yeah, some.
When we realised De Windt, Koeman and Berg were watching us, the committee asked me to rig something up.
Hm, figures.
Do you know where Django might be? Yeah Ooh! Go to your Mummy.
He's gone to see De Windt.
He said he'd found something out and was "going De Windt hunting once and for all".
Hello, sir.
How can I help you? Is De Windt here? Do you have an appointment? - Excuse me? - De Windt! Excuse me, sir, do you Oh! De Windt! I'm onto you! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Relax, relax Oh! Calm.
Calm down.
Calm down, alright? We we can talk this through, alright? Look.
Just back off! Hey! - I'll kill you! - Freeze! We know you snuck out of the polder the day before yesterday.
Where did you go? To see him? That's a nice photo.
Not so nice.
He's the one that was gonna build on your land.
And here's who won him that chance.
I mean, you can see where we're heading.
You have no idea what De Windt has done, have you? He's messed with our lives.
Everyone has.
Chew you up and spit you out.
De Windt would stop at nothing.
He fixed the case against us.
I just needed confirmation, so I beat the truth out of the deputy mayor's sidekick and he won't have reported it on account of taking De Windt's bribes, but he'll have ended up in hospital.
That's where I was.
Before.
After.
Do you know her? Yeah.
I, uh, might have seen her at the polder, yeah.
And what was she doing there? She was doing the the PR.
She helped with the case.
She was all for promoting the city's alternative lifestyles.
Well, there's no record of that on her computer or mention of her in the case.
Piet? He's telling the truth.
The assistant deputy mayor was admitted to hospital.
Alright, we'll charge him with that.
And get Tech to look at Juliana Holt's deleted files.
OK, will do.
And Dahlman wants you to meet her at De Windt's members' club.
Good.
I want to speak to him anyway.
Brace yourself.
To what do I owe the pleasure? It's about the state of your marriage.
Oh, it's too early for me to start dating, I'm afraid.
You really don't do it for me, I'm afraid.
And I visited a women's refuge in Sporenburg, Mr De Windt, which provides refuge for women escaping domestic violent.
Your wife was staying with them while they found her an apartment.
Utter fantasy.
And the deep tissue bruising my pathologist found on your wife's body? Utter fantasy too? Like the injury to your hand? Your wife had one beating too many.
Or perhaps forcing her to accept corruption was the final straw.
Hearsay and slander.
Your wife left a detailed testimony outlining exactly what happened to her and a list of bribes you paid to keep people at city hall.
You bought the case for Ruud Lipman, presumably in return for money, like you bought Juliana Holt's silence.
My tech team just found her deleted PR report.
It's a glowing defence of the polder community.
It never surfaced.
But a flash car did.
You weren't going out with her at all, were you? Purely business.
Did you kill her? Your wife? What about Lipman? Yep.
Hendrik, what have you got? Now might be a good time to call a lawyer.
It's time to get dressed.
Hey, hey, hey, hey Come on.
That note was found in Ruud Lipman's stomach.
There's no Spinoza this time, but valiant, steadfast and compassionate like the 'X's.
"GOD must die.
Big bang at high noon.
" Yeah, I like this note.
Huh.
"Littorally.
" It's not every day you get to save God, is it? Not that I am.
That's your job.
But, uh, I have every faith, Piet.
Godspeed.
Right, how long have we got till high noon? 1 hour 47 minutes.
It's 46 minutes now.
Where's Dahlman? Briefing the chief at city hall.
OK, "One more big bang.
GOD must die at high noon.
Littorally.
" It's spelled wrong.
No, it's a different word.
With an 'O', it means 'shoreline'.
Right, so what have we got at a shoreline? Nothing concrete.
Just give me something.
OK, well, look.
Ruud Lipman is from something of a property dynasty.
His plan for the polder land, the Amsterdam Eye, is actually just a bigger version of something his dad did decades ago - a Ferris wheel at the pier near The Hague.
We need more than that.
Where are we at on who bought the ink? In Amsterdam, one was a museum, one was a 9-year-old into calligraphy and a third one died last Tuesday of a long-term illness.
OK, look further afield.
Look outside the city, Left-handed, who have we got? Uh, De Windt isn't - checked with his PA.
Django Keet doesn't seem to be.
Tonie Alderlink isn't.
Cassie Davids isn't either.
Rita Wijngarden definitely is a leftie, but her alibi checks out.
When Ruud Lipman went up in flames, she was at a restaurant with friends and that is confirmed.
We need to figure out who the next target is and get to them first.
"GOD must die," but who is God? God the creator.
God's gift.
God the the originator.
The sine qua non.
It's Latin.
Any more of that and it'll be you who meets his maker.
Good, good - maker, builder.
I've got a name for the ink and an address in The Hague, that's near the pier - Ben Hawthorn.
Didn't you say 'Baruch' was a variation on 'Ben'? Yeah.
What about 'Spinoza'? Where's that name from? Espinosa.
It's Portuguese, which means 'hawthorn'.
So Ben Hawthorn is Baruch Spinoza.
What? Our killer? Check that address.
Now! Yeah.
Brad! Step on it, will you? for the next victim God, maker, builder, inventor Inventor? Tonie Alderlink's an inventor.
A lot of rejected patents.
Trades as 'Great Original Design'.
GOD.
He's the next target.
- You sure this is the ink address? - Yes.
Come on.
Tonie? Tonie! Have you seen To Are you alright? Yeah, yeah.
Hey, he thinks a Ben Hawthorn sometimes works here as a projectionist.
I just had some words with Tonie, that's all.
Was there a row about the eviction? About everything, him, us.
I need to think about Clara.
And Django.
Does Tonie know about you and Django? No, I didn't think so, but now I'm not so sure anymore.
Mr Hawthorn? Where is he? The pier near The Hague.
He grew up there.
His parents ran the old fairground there.
That was replaced by the Ferris wheel, right? Yeah.
What's going on? Is everything OK? Hello? Let's get the pier evacuated just in case there's a "big bang".
Wow.
OK, thanks.
Dahlman's contacting the DSI.
What I don't get is why Tonie Alderlink would be a target.
He's on the polder side, right? Yeah.
It's all here.
Everything is here, Brad.
How could the killer know Tonie Alderlink would come here to reference it on a note? I mean, how could they be sure? The lens-grinder.
The what? Spinoza's day job.
He was kicked out of his home, exiled.
Got him.
Brad? Spinoza wasn't just a philosopher.
He was like an inventor.
It's a mirror image.
Tonie Alderlink isn't just the next victim.
He's left-handed.
He's also the killer.
It's a bomb! Go, go, go! - Move! Move! - Move! Move.
Stand aside! Move, move! Made it in time for the fireworks.
So you're the big bang.
Not just me.
Check for explosives - the Ferris wheel.
Remain calm and follow the instructions.
Please leave the pier now.
Remain calm - Move out! - Move! Move! You lived here as a kid, right? Yeah, till we were kicked out and they built that.
Mum and Dad never got over it.
It took me years to find the polder.
And then evicted again, another wheel about to be built.
The circle of life, hey? Like Django says, "Life sucks and then you die.
" Yeah, well, no-one needs to.
I do.
And guess what.
You're going to kill me or I will blow them up.
Please leave the pier and follow the instructions of the police.
Move! Move! Remain calm and leave the pier now.
Let's go.
Let's go, guys.
Take positions.
- Let's go! - Let's go, let's go! Lucienne! What is it? C4, I think.
I'm gonna need your screwdriver.
Leave the pier now.
Come on! Boys, you can go.
Go! Check for more.
If I press this, they go up and we go up.
How do I know the vest's real? Want to risk it? Shoot me.
Everything for a reason, the notes, the quotes, even the ink.
All just to bring us here.
Yeah.
I want people to see what happens to the little guy.
The establishment kills him.
To the powers that be, we're all just ants, ants that they can crush.
Shoot me! What the hell? DSI? They're on site.
I'm just talking to them.
It's all over the news.
He's live-streaming.
You know, generally speaking I'd rather save lives than take them.
I don't want to shoot you.
Quickly, quickly.
Let's go, let's go.
Let's move.
Hurry through.
Move it.
Quick, quick.
Lucienne! Are you, uh You need to, um Oh, my God, that is a lot of wires.
Think about your daughter.
It was Clara, wasn't it? Don't talk about my family.
You don't know me.
You know nothing about me.
But I know what it's like to wake every morning and feel the weight of a burden.
Trust me.
DSI got a clear shot? Then what are you waiting for? Van der Valk.
Just tell me you know which one to cut.
This one, I think.
You you think? Oh, just cut 'em all.
Just cut 'em all! If I do that, we'll all go up.
Right, you need to come and do the next one.
Anna will leave me for Django and she'll take Clara.
And I can't bear that.
I knew that if we lost the case that would be the end, I'd I'd lose everything.
I have nothing, no-one to live for.
So come on.
Do me a favour.
Put me out of my misery.
I've had enough! Wait.
No! Wait.
You kill them you're no better than the rest.
Let them take the shot.
Not until I'm sure Piet wants it.
Do it! "One should not mock, regret, condemn ".
.
but understand human action.
" That's your man - Spinoza.
An inventor like you.
Evicted like you.
Betrayed like you.
You know, the difference is he didn't quit.
He continued.
He led a meaningful life.
I don't think you've got it in you to kill innocent people.
I killed the others.
Shoot me.
Push the button.
Push it.
Or hand it over.
Is he mad? Let them take the shot.
No, he knows what he's doing.
Press it or give it to me.
What? Ludlow, take the shot.
Target in sight.
Take the shot.
Now.
No! No, no, no! Linked to the explosives.
But the vest was fake.
Well, the explosives weren't.
Turns out God couldn't kill himself.
He needed us for that.
There you go.
10-1 says Lucienne can drink you under the table.
Good.
10-1 says Lucienne can drink you under the table! Great.
You told them about the bomb squad, I take it? Might have slipped out.
Well done.
Well, it wasn't just me.
It was team work.
No-one went to church Did you know Job lied to us? Claims he was looking after his mum when she died years ago.
Piet? I'm sorry about earlier.
No, it's not your fault.
So where have you been? With Lena? No.
No, there's a new girl in town.
Yeah! Sit.
Good girl, good girl.
This is Sniffer.
The latest reject police dog.
Trained in drug detection, but partial to marijuana.
She kept falling asleep on the job.
Very Amsterdam.
She was gonna be shown the door.
I'm very pleased for you.
Piet does commitment.
Who knew? Nope, she's a present for you.
That way, I can keep feeding her treats whilst you shoulder the responsibility.
Go on.
Hello, Sniffer.
I know! Oh, sniffer.
You're gonna come and live with me now.
Yeah, come here.
Good girl.
- Come on.
- Hey, Sniffer.
- Let's go to the coffee shop.
- Hello! Good girl.
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Hey, Pookie.
Hi.
Oh.
Hello.
Hello, I'm Katrin and this is Elen.
Jelena.
We just arrived from Thailand, Do you know Amsterdam well? Huh? Me? Yeah.
Oh, you know, a bit.
Great.
Oh, cool.
Then you can help turn this dull night into a fun night, no? Oh, we love fun nights.
Do you? What makes you think I'm qualified to give you a fun night? Intuition.
Yeah.
So where would you wanna go? Home? Interesting.
That's the right answer.
I like a man who gets straight to the point.
Alone.
No.
No.
Listen, I've gotta go.
No, no, please.
That's so disappointing.
The night is so young.
Hey, babe.
Sorry I'm late.
Everything OK? 'Cause for a minute there I thought you might be chatting someone up.
Uh, no, he was just giving us directions.
Uh goodbye.
You looked like you needed rescuing.
Don't we all? Maybe I was playing hard to get.
Were you playing hard to get? No.
No, you're right, I'm Maybe I needed some help.
Well, consider yourself helped.
Well, thank you for helping.
Lena.
Lena.
Mmm.
Guess you're free to go now.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess so.
Paid that, I can just I'd better go.
So, uh I'm sorry.
Sorry.
The wanderer returns.
Good night, was it? Yeah.
Yeah, it was, very.
You been waiting long? No.
Not long.
Right, get that down you.
You're gonna need it.
Uh, we've got tyre tracks in and out of here, and boot marks everywhere.
Like those ones there.
Good point.
I'd say we're talking white male, 5'10 ", maybe 5'11".
And judging by the width of that step, I'd say mid-30s.
How'd you guess that? I think she's describing you, Brad.
Hendrik.
Hey.
- What have we got? - Not exactly sure.
There's an injection mark on her right wrist.
Doesn't look like your typical junkie.
You never can tell these days.
The cause of death is possible poisoning but I'll need toxicology to confirm.
What, killed somewhere else? I'd say so.
Lividity on the anterior aspect of the shoulders and torso suggests that the body's been on her stomach for a while, so I'll have to do a proper examination.
Yeah, most likely killed somewhere else, brought here.
When? Rigor mortis wearing off.
I'd say she'd been here two or three days.
And this.
Well, there's no attempt to hide her ID.
Name's Susie de Windt.
Solicitor at De Windt, Koemen and Berg.
And lots of missed calls.
Someone was trying to get hold of her.
- Let's find out who.
- There's another thing.
Razor-sharp implement.
Surface wounds only.
Judging by the minimal blood loss, definitely post-mortem.
Not frenzied.
I'd say it's a marker.
- Of what? - 'X' marks the spot.
'10' in Roman numerals.
- The windmill? - This might help.
"It's about ethics.
Where's XX? "Follow the Philosopher's Eye.
" A murderer with ethics, that'd be a first.
Any ideas? No.
Where's Cloovers when you need him? It's gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK.
Please let it be OK.
It will be.
You did nothing wrong.
I killed someone.
You stepped in when a fellow officer needed you.
End of story.
Counselling going OK? I think we should head in.
Let's get the note checked for handwriting, paper, ink, anything.
Yeah, will do.
Victim has an 'X' carved into her, and the note mentions a double 'X'.
So we could be looking for a second body, right? Yeah.
It's a staged death.
Theatrical, cryptic notes left.
Maybe it's part of a bigger plan.
So what are we talking, then, a proper nutjob? They usually are.
Next of kin - husband Roland de Windt, senior partner at the same firm.
He's also a historian and polymath, whatever he means by that.
It means he's smart.
Good morning, sir.
Can I help you? Excuse me, Roland de Windt? Yep.
Is there somewhere private we can go and talk? Uh, yeah.
I'll be back in a minute.
Sure.
Step this way.
We'll need to ask you some questions about your wife's cases.
Was she working on anything controversial, any disgruntled clients, anyone with a grudge? Not that I know of.
And when did you last see her? Um, three days ago.
And when she didn't come home, didn't you think that was odd? Well, yeah, but I didn't think I didn't think this.
Well, what did you think? That she might've gone to visit friends, relatives.
Anyone else? Does your wife normally disappear off radar for three days? No.
And I was concerned, obviously.
But not enough to ring her.
Had you had a row? No.
- I'm pretty sure I did ring her.
- No.
She had 37 missed calls, mainly work-related, but not one of them was from you.
I've been snowed under.
I just didn't get round to it.
Your wife's body, it was found at a wind farm outside of town.
Does that make any sense to you? No.
Sorry.
How'd you get hurt? Fell playing squash.
It's my escape.
Yeah, that's great.
PA confirmed Roland de Windt does play squash.
Also hinted that all maybe wasn't well in the marriage.
It's odd that he didn't ring his wife, right? Especially if he killed her.
I mean, if he killed her, he would've rung her, wouldn't he? To cover his tracks.
Where are we at on Susie de Windt's movements? The morning she died, she got a bus back to the city from Sporenburg at 7:06am.
Sporenburg's a long way from home.
What was she doing there? Hey, Lena.
Hello.
Hi.
You answered your phone.
Well, it's rude not to.
Hm.
Never stopped you before.
I'm impressed.
It's almost functional.
Does she know what you do for a living? No.
Busy? - Dating app, Brad? - Dating app.
As if.
Yeah.
Yeah, alright.
But I'll have you know it's 'cause I'm picky.
You know you're on a site where the women do the picking? Just saying.
- What have we got? - Site's secured.
No reports of a second stiff or missing person.
You cracked the note yet? Well, within a whisker, yeah.
That's a no, then.
Susie de Windt's current case load.
Now, the land is owned by the city, but was in the news recently.
Bunch of artist squatters - polder rebels - were due to be relocated there.
They were living on disused land in the city for years, but lost their battle against eviction four days ago.
Were offered the land as an alternative but refused point blank.
That's a long way from the city.
The land is contaminated.
And there's plans to extend industry all up round there.
The polder case is one of Susie de Windt's.
She's the lawyer who won it for the city against the squatters.
Hello.
Exonerated.
Yeah! Well done, mate.
That's our boy.
Not that we recognise you Anything I need to know about? Nah.
Usual.
That's vague, even by your own standards.
Is there anything I need to know about? Yeah.
No.
.
.
because we need you pronto.
You thought about getting another dog yet? Trojan was the one and only for me.
I'm not the only one missing him, right? Why don't you get yourself a dog, Piet? Nah.
Too much like commitment.
Where are we at on the polder squatters? Artists community.
Not just squatters.
It's actually a really interesting case.
We've got loads of information, thanks to Susie de Windt's files - pictures, newspaper clippings.
They're winning the case, Susie de Windt gets them evicted.
So the great unwashed take revenge on the lawyer that shafted them.
Hardly the great unwashed, Brad.
Amsterdam has a long noble tradition of squatting.
And I've got nothing against squatting, especially if I'm caught short in the middle of the woods.
But not everyone wants a bunch of "artists" dirtying up their front doorstep.
You two, get down there.
Names, agitators, usual stuff.
I'm guessing the polder lot had a lawyer, the one who lost.
Cassie Davids.
OK, you and me, let's go and speak to her, see what she's got to say.
Could you ever live here? Could you? Pfft.
Not a chance.
I thought they lost the case.
We did.
We're celebrating anyway.
We're proud of everything that we've achieved here.
And we've got a few days before we have to leave, so So, uh, what's the set-up here, then, anyway? What, are you all artists and, uh unemployed? We all do different things.
Right.
Well, what about you? Me? A bit of everything.
Film buff, photographer, mainly an inventor, and here is my latest and it's one of my best.
It's a homemade rum.
Try it.
Ooh, way too early.
Daddy, Daddy! Oh, monster.
Actually, we need to ask some questions about the court case.
OK, yeah, sure.
Come and join us.
Talk to anyone you want.
Ethics, ethics.
"Follow the Philosopher's Eye.
" Any ideas? You're our resident genius.
I'm more of a stat man.
Maybe it's a quote.
Like a hidden message or a riddle or something? Can't be doing with all the mind games myself.
It's here.
Oi! Cassie Davids.
Yeah, but now's not a good time.
Actually, now's a perfect time.
You've got a lot of boxes here.
You going somewhere? Oh, sharp observational skills.
Any more insights, Commissaris? I reckon you're not teetotal and maybe you didn't make it home last night.
Did you go anywhere special? I can't remember.
But I'm done here.
I'm fed up with the system, the defeats.
I got cynical.
It's time to quit.
Susie de Windt's been murdered.
We think her death might be connected to the polder case.
Are you accusing my former clients of murder? Are you targeting them because they have an alternative lifestyle? Would I? I don't know.
Would you? Mrs De Windt was last seen the day that she won the case and then she was found dead in the field that the city want to send the community to.
So, we think it's reasonable to suspect a connection to them or to you.
Wouldn't you say? So, how long have you lived here? My whole life.
Hey.
Hey.
What's the quote? What? This? "The wound is the place where the light gets in.
" Rumi.
That's interesting.
So, uh, where are you going to move everyone? Oh, something will come up.
Some of you must be pretty hacked off with the result, right? Mm, yeah, we were sort of expecting it.
Why are you asking? Susie de Windt, the lawyer who acted against you, has been killed.
Oh, I'm so sorry to hear this.
We're gonna need a list of everyone who lives here.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Yeah, I'll Great, thank you.
Susie was a decent-enough lawyer - a bit by-the-book for me, but, believe me, I'm not the killing type.
Look, we should have won.
Now my clients have to suffer because of a legal system more concerned with money than people.
So, what happened? The good guys lost.
It happens all the time.
What's gonna happen to the land that they're on now? Uh, the city are leasing it to a consortium.
They're gonna build a tourist attraction.
Like we need another one.
Oh, there you go! Yeah, could have told you that.
Oh! Are you mad? I thought you said you weren't the killing type.
Oh, I have my moments.
That is definitely against building regulations.
You ever come across Susie de Windt's husband? Yeah.
He was in court most of the time.
Why? I don't know.
You're the detective.
Check her out, find out about the consortium she mentioned.
Ethics.
Ethics! I'm gonna need a bit more than that.
I was coming at it from the left side of my brain - analytically, logically - whereas with puzzles, you have to engage both sides of the brain simultaneously.
'Ethics' - it's a treatise on the metaphysical.
It's a what? It's a book, Brad.
Baruch Spinoza.
Baruch? Also known as Benedictus or Ben.
Well, he doesn't look like your usual suspect, does he? 1632 to 1677.
'Ethics' is his most famous book and he's our best-known philosopher.
Well, I'm still none the wiser.
Literally a lover of wisdom, like you.
What did he believe in? Solutions to pretty much everything based on monistic metaphysics.
How did you get on with the polder rebels? We got a list of everyone who lives there.
We're just checking them out.
Oh, starting with that tattooed bloke.
He loved a quote.
How was the defence lawyer? Volatile.
"Where's the XX? "Philosopher's Eye.
" What does it all mean? Like, EYE Film Institute? Red-light district? One-eyed jack? What? Really? There's a statue of Spinoza down by the Amstel.
So, what's he looking at? The Munt Tower? Bridge? Houseboats? Let's get the divers down there.
Well, there's no signs of bloating, skin slippage or wrinkling.
You done Susie de Windt's autopsy? You know, I was just about to and I got dragged down here.
Patience is a virtue, Piet.
Yeah, time waits for no man.
I did hear back from the graphologist about the ink, though.
Made from oak gall.
I mean, this is the stuff that Shakespeare would have written with, that Leonardo da Vinci would have drawn with when he wasn't filling his studio with inflated intestines.
Clever lad, that one.
That Spinoza would have used? Presumably.
Rare as hen's teeth.
Find out who makes it.
And one other thing, whoever wrote that note was 'sinistra' in Latin - where the word 'sinister' comes from.
Yeah, and for those that don't speak Latin? Left-handed.
1 in 10, apparently.
Right, let's get her on her front.
Go on, then.
No ID on her.
I've checked her pockets.
At least there's no note on this one.
Not on her, Brad.
In her.
"When a man is prey to his emotions, he is not his own master.
" Spinoza again.
Why this obsession with a dead philosopher? "Tick tock.
Who owns the city? The Fire Stealers.
" You got any ideas? Don't look at me.
Why does a killer leave notes anyway? Does he wanna get caught? "Tick tock.
" That worries me.
So, who's got the third 'X'? Maybe it's me? What if we're dealing with a serial killer? They like puzzles.
They kill at least three or more.
I've got some notes on serial killers here.
76% of the time, they're male, but that's just stats.
Um, there's no strict rules, but they would tend to be a loner - antisocial, solitary, smooth-talking yet insincere, egocentric and grandiose with a lack of empathy for anybody else's feelings.
Could be pretty much anyone, couldn't it? He was in de Windt's office.
Who is he? Oh, Ruud Lipman.
He's the head of the consortium that gets the polder people's land.
Alright, speak to him, see what he knows.
Your tattoo - city flag, right? Of course.
Amsterdam.
So, we've got a dead lawyer who represented the city and an unidentified body with a note.
Who owns the city? I don't know who owns it, but I know a man who wrote a book about it.
Your office said I'd find you here.
What, is it another escape? Not long after your wife was found murdered.
Have you found out who killed Susie yet? Oh, no, yet.
How was your marriage? Got any complaints? My marriage was fine, thanks.
Yours? Never got that far.
Your wife spent her last night out near Sporenburg.
You know anything about that? Could she have been having an affair? I don't know.
What do any of us ever really know about each other? That could almost be a Spinoza quote.
You've got a chapter on him in there.
You a fan? He's a great thinker.
Your mother never tell you it's rude to stare? Not anymore.
So, what does Spinoza have to do with my wife's death? A note was left near her body referencing 'Ethics'.
A second body's turned up, another Spinoza quote there.
You're a bit of an expert.
I do hope that's not your only line of inquiry, Commissaris.
Oh, it's not.
No, there's a couple more.
Ruud Lipman.
You know him? Only through Susie.
What was he doing at your office? Well, I assume he was there to see her.
About the case? Yeah.
According to Cassie Davids, you were in court a lot.
Why? To support Susie.
But you said you didn't know the wind farm where your wife's body was found and yet moving the polder community there, well, that was a key part of the case.
Well, I wasn't in court every day and if the wind farm meant something to me, why on earth wouldn't I tell you? That's been troubling me too.
Why would you lie? Unless that's just, uh, a lawyer thing.
You don't know me.
No, but I know me and that helps.
Are you investigating my wife's murder or are you pointing the finger at me? I'd be very careful if I were you.
Is that a threat? Free legal advice.
Rare these days.
I'm enjoying it.
Will you sign it? Are you serious? Not always, but most of the time.
Are we done or you gonna join me in the sauna? We're done, and I've seen enough, thanks.
For now.
Terrible about Susie.
You caught the bastard yet? Uh, we're still working on it.
You were due to meet her yesterday.
Is that right? Yes.
Yes, that's right.
I, uh I wanted to thank her.
Her winning the case gives us the green light to develop the land.
Uh, to build a tourist attraction? A little bit more than that, gentlemen.
The Amsterdam Eye, the largest observation wheel in Europe.
Here you go.
More questions? Remind you of anything? Yep, the writing on the notes.
What sort of ink do you use? A Japanese one mainly.
You know anything about oak gall ink? Yeah, it's for manuscripts, isn't it? How did you get on with Susie de Windt? I didn't.
Yeah, we heard about that.
She had a case against you.
Harassment, wasn't it? No, stitch-up.
There's one law for them and another for us.
She had spies crawling everywhere, trying to find anything they could use against us, so I hit back.
How? By following her, see how she liked it.
But they turned that to their advantage and slapped an injunction on me.
That can't have gone down well with you.
Life sucks and then you die.
That's not a Spinoza quote, by any chance? How do you use these things? Why are you so interested? Why? 'Cause I've got two dead bodies with two notes, both written with something like this and I'd like to see one in action, if you'd care to show me.
You mind if I check the ink? No.
OK.
OK.
Thank you.
We need to keep an eye on the polder lot.
Let's get some officers down there, unmarked cars, round the clock.
Do you have to? Well, it's not like it's gonna wake anybody up, is it? Check the ink.
Right.
First things first.
No signs of sexual assault on either victim, but the 'X's both carved with the same or very similar implement with not one, but two cutting edges.
Cheese slicer? Possible.
Cause of death, internal haemorrhaging leading to multi-organ failure triggered by a massive injection of an anticoagulant often found in cases of rodenticide.
That's, uh, rat poison to you.
And also these small localised areas of bruising on either side of the muscles on her neck.
So, there's one on the right - that's probably the thumb - and three, four on the left - the fingers.
A left-hander, then.
Well, done with the left, sure, but it doesn't necessarily mean left-handed, does it? There's also similar areas of bruising on the inside of her left bicep as if she'd been grabbed or gripped tightly.
The yellow-brownish discolouration suggests it's historic.
Could that predate and be unconnected to her death? Could indeed.
You thinking her husband's hand injury? Yeah, maybe.
And as for this one, well, pretty fresh.
Comparing the diatoms in the tissue to the sample I took in the river, it's not the same.
She drowned somewhere else, although I did detect the presence of fish faeces in her lungs.
Take your time.
It's no rush.
We hate to bother you.
Oh, not at all.
But far from it.
You're always welcome down here.
Oh, yeah, we've got a match for her DNA.
Her name is Juliana Holt.
You wouldn't happen to have an address as well, would you? Commissaris, your wish is my command.
Get a snap of that.
Enjoy.
Thanks.
Juliana Holt, 33, set up her own PR company.
Very right-on, very alternative.
What was she doing on our database? Arrested at an environmental protest march about three years ago.
Is that yours? Yeah.
Nice! What did do you pay for it? Wanna buy it? 1,000 euro.
Give me the camera! No! There's an 'X'.
Another one here.
Right, let's turn this off.
Um Hey, I think the police are watching us.
I need the keys to Tonie's workshop.
You stay here, sweetheart? What did the police want earlier? Don't worry about them.
Everything's gonna be fine.
He's toying with us.
Pages are from 'Ethics'.
There's got to be a connection between Juliana Holt and Susie de Windt, right? You'd think so.
According to her website, Juliana Holt specialises in promoting the tolerant, liberal city of free spirit that she loves - Amsterdam.
Maybe she's mates with the polder lot.
We got her computer bagged yet? Yeah, it's already with Tech.
And the car outside is hers, by the way.
Mm.
Modest apartment, brand-new vehicle.
Either it's family money or that's got to be on finance, right? Yeah, I'll check.
How did you get on with Django Keet's ink? It's not oak gall.
Not used to write the notes.
Any ideas? Maybe.
Spinoza was Amsterdam born and bred, expelled age 23 for heretical beliefs by his community, betrayed and exiled.
The story of my life.
Expelled from school, numerous bars, three marriages.
I could go on.
Yeah.
Yeah, maybe it's not about the philosophy.
Maybe it's about the man himself.
Come in.
Sir.
So, when were you going to tell us we might have a serial killer on our hands? When I knew for sure we do.
The papers seem to think so.
Since when do we take any notice of them? Notes, Spinoza quotes.
Should we be worried? Is this some grand-plan master murderer? Well, he's pretty up himself, I'll give him that.
'Narcissist', I believe is the term.
Are there going to be more victims? Not if we allow the team to get on with their job.
Right, Piet? Right.
Oh, one more thing.
Stop pissing off lawyers, will you? De Windt rang me to complain.
Great about the hearing.
Your mum must be relieved.
Yeah, very.
Let's get out of here.
Chief's breathing down our necks.
We've drawn a blank on why Susie de Windt was in Sporenburg.
My money's on her having an affair, but What's out there anyway? Just a load of new housing, right? Yeah, just social and domestic.
A few shops, businesses, charities, that sort of thing.
What sort of charities? Um, children's and a women's refuge.
Victims of domestic abuse.
Hendrik said she had some historic bruising.
See if she contacted them.
Sure.
Juliana Holt.
Well, you were right about the car.
No family money, parents both dead, and a brother who seemed to think SHE was struggling for money.
Did she lease it? Mm, bought outright.
Checking to see if the sale's on camera.
Maybe she's got a rich partner.
Maybe.
Any link to the polder lot? No, nothing obvious on the computer.
Right, you coming or what? Same time next week? Yes, about that We're both grown-ups, right? This seeing each other It's all part of the game.
Sleeping with the enemy.
Trying to get an angle? We had some fun.
We did.
We move on? Water under the bridge.
Ships that pass in the night.
Good.
I knew you'd understand.
Ja.
Yo, that's it.
That's it! I've got it! Uh, look.
Um Look.
Yeah, now's a bit early to be turning to drink.
It's a nice beer, though.
No, what do you see? Is that a trick question? What were you taught that the three 'X's in the Amsterdam flag stood for? Triple 'X' - bad-ass city.
Did you even go to school? Yeah but not all the time.
These are the three trials our city had to go through.
The flood.
Yeah.
Plague.
Fire.
Right.
Precisely.
So, victim number one, Susie de Windt.
Rat poison.
Plague.
Victim number two, Juliana Holt.
Drowned.
Flood.
Victim number three Is gonna be killed by fire.
Yes.
The Fire Stealer, whoever that is.
Prometheus.
The Fire Stealer.
Prometheus.
Yes, yes, Prometheus.
Prometheus stole fire from the gods and brought it to mankind and, as punishment, had his liver plucked out by vultures.
So, the next victim's a Greek god? Admittedly, I don't have it all figured out yet.
Ruud Lipman.
Ruud Lipman.
Ruud Lipman.
Ruud Lipman.
Is a Greek god? Uh No.
No, no.
His consortium.
That's Prometheus.
Good.
Let's go.
Frank, enjoy.
Thank you.
I didn't order a pizza.
Press another.
Here we go.
Go! The killer can't be far! Job, where are you? You two OK? Yeah.
Few minutes earlier, would've had him.
Exactly.
He's getting careless.
He's messing with us, trying to prove a point.
What about? I don't know.
Amsterdam maybe.
We've got a lawyer who represented the city, a PR woman who championed it and a developer who's transforming it.
Susie de Windt and Ruud Lipman knew each other, right? Yeah, and we're checking to see if Lipman's got any properties in Sporenburg where we think she spent her last night.
So how does Juliana Holt fit in? She doesn't.
Well, so far.
Shame we don't get paid by the crime scene, hm? He's got three 'X's on his back, this time before death.
Painful.
Sadistic even.
Yeah, or pragmatic.
He couldn't do it once the guy was on fire.
- Cameras? - Disabled.
I take it we've discussed the, uh the elephant in the room? Logically, this guy will have a note somewhere about his personage telling us the whereabouts of the next victim.
If there is one.
There's three 'X's on the flag.
What if he's stopped, mission accomplished? I don't think so.
Well, either way, you can't perform an autopsy on someone while they're still alive.
Yes, but we can do a scan.
No, I'm not asking the family of a burns victim fighting for his life if we can poke around with his body.
Well, what if a life depends on it? I said no! The medical team won't let you anywhere near him anyway while they're trying to keep him alive.
We'll have to think again.
Mm Mm-hm.
Yeah.
Well, that's good.
Thanks.
Brilliant.
Great.
Here you go.
Can you mute that, please? No, he can't.
It might be a hot match.
I got a hot match for you, Brad.
That was Tech.
Juliana Holt was on your dating site.
Really? The last text on her phone was about a date with Rita Wijngarden.
Possibly the last person to see her alive.
Oh, God, yeah! I've seen her on a few of my apps.
How many are you on? Nine.
Covering your bets? Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here we are, Rita Wijngarden.
Yeah.
"About you".
She's an artist, bisexual, and then her hobbies include HierHieronymus Bosch.
Sculpture and Whoa.
Spinoza or serial killing? Ink-making.
Ask her on a date.
What, Brad and a potential serial killer? It's a match made in heaven.
I mean, to be honest, I think I've dated a couple of those already.
Well, can't I just You know, can we bring her in for questioning or something? I mean, she could end up being Jacqueline the Ripper or something.
Well, I figured you like them feisty.
Besides, our killer's smart.
If it is her and we bring her in, she'll be ready for us whereas an innocent date, that might get us an inside track.
Yeah, it might get my liver eaten with chianti and fava beans as well.
Yeah, one for the team.
I mean, it's your call.
"All things excellent "are as difficult as they are rare.
" Lens-grinder by day, philosopher by night.
He would've made a good detective.
Well, someone's not happy.
Um Uh, yeah, a couple of things.
Um, that was a women's refuge.
They want to talk about Susie de Windt.
It's a bit weird, someone like her contacting them.
Well, I don't see why.
A vulnerable woman's a vulnerable woman from any walk of life.
I'll speak to them.
And the problem? Rita Wijngarden's agreed to a date.
Excellent.
Get you wired up, then.
Not gone off the idea, have ya? Well, I've just looked her up on another couple of apps and she's got an IQ of 146.
Wow! That's almost genius level.
That's even higher than Yeah, yeah, and she's a master in jujitsu.
Well, you better not upset her, then.
Piet, might have something.
I've just been sent footage of Juliana Holt buying her car.
Look who was with her.
Juliana Holt, friend of yours? Name doesn't ring any bells.
There we go again, doing that lying thing.
It's becoming a bit of a habit.
You were with her when she bought a brand-new car.
That's That she couldn't afford.
Bit younger than you, isn't she? It's none of your business.
We fished her out of the Amstel, so it's become my business.
She won't be needing the car anymore whereas you need to start explaining - now.
We were friends.
That's all.
You normally buy friends a new car? We were having an affair.
Got a problem with that? Me? No, no.
I got a problem with her being dead, though, like your wife.
Did she know you were having an affair? Could she be having an affair with Ruud Lipman? That you didn't take kindly to? I told you, I don't know what my wife was up to and vice versa.
Oh, that's right, yeah.
You didn't ring her for three days.
Where were you between 9:00 and 10:00 yesterday evening? At 10:00? Oh, I was visiting Susie's relatives, offering my condolences.
They live down south.
Very thoughtful.
We can check.
Be my guest.
Right, you can see You all wired up?! Yeah, I'm wired alright.
Dunno why I have to be, though.
It might cramp my style, all you lot listening in to the master at work.
We'll all be there.
Nothing will happen.
Well, I mean, it's unlikely.
Right.
Ruud Lipman, still in hospital, 70% burns and organ damage.
Well, De Windt's sister-in-law confirmed he went to see her yesterday evening.
I mean, he could've got back in time to kill if he'd driven like a madman.
Let's see if we can pick him up on motorway cameras.
OK.
Django Keet's still in the frame.
He went AWOL from the polder around the time Lipman went up in flames.
How do we know that? Surveillance officers on the ground.
Said they only realised once he'd returned.
Must have slipped out a back way like he knew we was watching.
You sure my pay grade stretches as far as dating potential serial killers? With an almost superhuman intellect and the ability to snap you in half like a twig.
Not helping.
Watch out if she's left-handed and orders a cheese board.
Yeah, really not helping! Actually you're right.
I'd never ask you to do something that I wouldn't do myself.
If you're not up for this, I could throw my hat in the ring.
No, it's alright.
I can, um I'm prepared to give it a go.
You know, sometimes even to live is an act of courage.
Spinoza.
Seneca, the stoic.
Brad, we're just 'round the corner.
We can be there in a minute.
Two minutes.
Five tops.
Five, we'll be there.
Yeah, you're meant to be calming me down.
I have calmed you down.
Right, Job's gone ahead.
Just get on with it.
Oh, yeah, fine.
So Bambi's got my back.
Yeah, great, great.
Yeah, I know.
Let's go.
OK.
Hi, Rita? Um, nice to, um, meet you.
You, uh, look, um, very, um like your profile picture, which is always a good thing.
Um, can I, um Sorry.
Could I get, um, two beers and some snacks for the table as well, please? Yeah, that's OK.
Um So, um, do you come here often? Yes, I like it here.
Yeah, it's nice.
So I I gather you make ink.
No exactly subtle, is he? That's a thing I do, yeah.
Oh, cool.
Why? Do you? No, no.
No, I didn't even know you could Why kind do you make? Well, there's a few.
Oak gall? That's that's the stuff that Shakespeare and, um, Leonardo DiCaprio used, right? Wow.
"The master.
" How do you know that? Oh, well, not just a pretty face.
Oh, but I just I read, um, lots of It just sticks in my brain like pointless information.
Um, uh Enjoy.
Cheers.
So you're, um, left-handed? That's very, um, Sinatra.
Um, that's where we get the word 'sinister' from.
Do you always talk this much? Only when I'm nervous.
Um I'm new to this dating stuff, if I'm honest.
Um, a friend of mine put me onto it, Juliana Holt.
Ju Juliana.
Juliana Holt? What, you you know her? Yeah, I met her.
No way! Yeah.
I came here with her, actually.
Oh! How did that date go? You're not the ink person, are you? No, I I thought you were the ink person.
Juliana was told about me by someone who bought my ink.
Thought we might be a good fit.
But, uh Did you get a name? Why are you quizzing me? Well, I mean, was it a boy, girl? Who was it? I think I better go.
Weirdo.
What Do we let her go? Commissaris Van der Valk.
Inspector Hassell.
We need to speak with you about Juliana Holt.
What's this? It's a murder investigation.
I'm sorry, but Juliana Holt was killed the night of your date and we think you might have been the last person to see her alive.
The person that suggested you to her, the one who bought ink, did Juliana mention who it was? Uh, no.
Someone she knew.
Was it a man or a woman or She didn't say.
Have you ever sold ink to either of these two men? I sell this all over the world.
It's all done online.
OK, do you keep a record of everyone you sell to? I post it, so I've probably got a list somewhere.
Is it OK if these two come and get a list of them now? Hi.
Really? Our car's just around the corner.
Yep.
And this is my colleague Brad, who you've obviously met.
OK, when? Right, yep.
Lena? Nope, hospital.
Ruud Lipman died.
We need to find Hendrik.
I'll find the list.
I like your art.
It's a very strong use of colour.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Very, um, Hieronymus Bosch.
Uh, any chance I can use your, um You know, all them beers.
On your left, downstairs.
So you want me to print it? Yes, please, if you could, thank you.
Hendrik.
We need you in the morgue.
You found the keys, then.
Didn't find the light switch.
It's here.
I'll show you round if you want.
That's the helm.
That's the compass.
And that's the throttle.
What exactly do you do? I clean up other people's mess.
Hey.
Sorry.
I've, uh I've gotta go.
I didn't want to wake you.
I was Oh, no, no.
Sure.
Just, uh, give me five minutes and I'll be out of here.
There's no need.
There's no need.
You can, um stay.
Just be careful if you take her out on the water.
The sails can be a bit tricky.
I'll bear that in mind.
Job the Pope.
What are you doing here? Oh, I never leave home without one.
Um, I was working late and then Frank started telling me his life story.
Oh, you need some strong coffee, then, huh? Oh, join the queue.
- Hey, Frankie.
- Hi.
Frank, thank you.
How'd you get on with that list of people who bought the ink? I'm still working on it.
Rita Wijngarden's art is very dark.
'X' motifs.
Brad almost passed out.
He's, uh, checking on her alibi now.
The name Cassie Davids mean anything? Said she'll meet you there.
Find out where Django Keet went when he left the polder the day before yesterday.
Will do.
You? I've got a date with Cassie Davids.
What would Lena say? Told her what you do yet? Yes.
And Lena? She's a doctor, OK? She deals with the living.
I deal with the dead.
You're late, which is rude.
You shouldn't keep people waiting.
You shouldn't stalk people late at night either.
What do you want? I'm on a deadline.
I thought I'd save you the trouble of tracking me down, thought I'd offer myself up for an in-depth interview.
Well, I'm touched.
Why? Two of the victims are linked to the case I lost.
But not Juliana Holt.
Still, I must at least be high on the list of suspects, particularly since I had a quickie in a hotel with Ruud Lipman just hours before he died.
Oh, you're good! I put myself high on the list of potential suspects and you barely flicker.
Well, I'm pretty sure you'll have your defence prepared.
Well, why would I meet Ruud in a hotel if I was gonna kill him a short time later? It depends what happened in the hotel.
I've seen what you can do with a heel.
I haven't got time to play games.
Oh, don't say that.
You can't imagine the images I'm conjuring up in my mind.
Oh, I was at least hoping to get handcuffed.
Maybe later.
Django Keet's not at home? No, sorry.
I haven't seen him today.
So no idea where he is? Uh, no.
No, sorry, I haven't seen him.
What do you guys do about security around here? - Have you got cameras? - Yeah, yeah, some.
When we realised De Windt, Koeman and Berg were watching us, the committee asked me to rig something up.
Hm, figures.
Do you know where Django might be? Yeah Ooh! Go to your Mummy.
He's gone to see De Windt.
He said he'd found something out and was "going De Windt hunting once and for all".
Hello, sir.
How can I help you? Is De Windt here? Do you have an appointment? - Excuse me? - De Windt! Excuse me, sir, do you Oh! De Windt! I'm onto you! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Relax, relax Oh! Calm.
Calm down.
Calm down, alright? We we can talk this through, alright? Look.
Just back off! Hey! - I'll kill you! - Freeze! We know you snuck out of the polder the day before yesterday.
Where did you go? To see him? That's a nice photo.
Not so nice.
He's the one that was gonna build on your land.
And here's who won him that chance.
I mean, you can see where we're heading.
You have no idea what De Windt has done, have you? He's messed with our lives.
Everyone has.
Chew you up and spit you out.
De Windt would stop at nothing.
He fixed the case against us.
I just needed confirmation, so I beat the truth out of the deputy mayor's sidekick and he won't have reported it on account of taking De Windt's bribes, but he'll have ended up in hospital.
That's where I was.
Before.
After.
Do you know her? Yeah.
I, uh, might have seen her at the polder, yeah.
And what was she doing there? She was doing the the PR.
She helped with the case.
She was all for promoting the city's alternative lifestyles.
Well, there's no record of that on her computer or mention of her in the case.
Piet? He's telling the truth.
The assistant deputy mayor was admitted to hospital.
Alright, we'll charge him with that.
And get Tech to look at Juliana Holt's deleted files.
OK, will do.
And Dahlman wants you to meet her at De Windt's members' club.
Good.
I want to speak to him anyway.
Brace yourself.
To what do I owe the pleasure? It's about the state of your marriage.
Oh, it's too early for me to start dating, I'm afraid.
You really don't do it for me, I'm afraid.
And I visited a women's refuge in Sporenburg, Mr De Windt, which provides refuge for women escaping domestic violent.
Your wife was staying with them while they found her an apartment.
Utter fantasy.
And the deep tissue bruising my pathologist found on your wife's body? Utter fantasy too? Like the injury to your hand? Your wife had one beating too many.
Or perhaps forcing her to accept corruption was the final straw.
Hearsay and slander.
Your wife left a detailed testimony outlining exactly what happened to her and a list of bribes you paid to keep people at city hall.
You bought the case for Ruud Lipman, presumably in return for money, like you bought Juliana Holt's silence.
My tech team just found her deleted PR report.
It's a glowing defence of the polder community.
It never surfaced.
But a flash car did.
You weren't going out with her at all, were you? Purely business.
Did you kill her? Your wife? What about Lipman? Yep.
Hendrik, what have you got? Now might be a good time to call a lawyer.
It's time to get dressed.
Hey, hey, hey, hey Come on.
That note was found in Ruud Lipman's stomach.
There's no Spinoza this time, but valiant, steadfast and compassionate like the 'X's.
"GOD must die.
Big bang at high noon.
" Yeah, I like this note.
Huh.
"Littorally.
" It's not every day you get to save God, is it? Not that I am.
That's your job.
But, uh, I have every faith, Piet.
Godspeed.
Right, how long have we got till high noon? 1 hour 47 minutes.
It's 46 minutes now.
Where's Dahlman? Briefing the chief at city hall.
OK, "One more big bang.
GOD must die at high noon.
Littorally.
" It's spelled wrong.
No, it's a different word.
With an 'O', it means 'shoreline'.
Right, so what have we got at a shoreline? Nothing concrete.
Just give me something.
OK, well, look.
Ruud Lipman is from something of a property dynasty.
His plan for the polder land, the Amsterdam Eye, is actually just a bigger version of something his dad did decades ago - a Ferris wheel at the pier near The Hague.
We need more than that.
Where are we at on who bought the ink? In Amsterdam, one was a museum, one was a 9-year-old into calligraphy and a third one died last Tuesday of a long-term illness.
OK, look further afield.
Look outside the city, Left-handed, who have we got? Uh, De Windt isn't - checked with his PA.
Django Keet doesn't seem to be.
Tonie Alderlink isn't.
Cassie Davids isn't either.
Rita Wijngarden definitely is a leftie, but her alibi checks out.
When Ruud Lipman went up in flames, she was at a restaurant with friends and that is confirmed.
We need to figure out who the next target is and get to them first.
"GOD must die," but who is God? God the creator.
God's gift.
God the the originator.
The sine qua non.
It's Latin.
Any more of that and it'll be you who meets his maker.
Good, good - maker, builder.
I've got a name for the ink and an address in The Hague, that's near the pier - Ben Hawthorn.
Didn't you say 'Baruch' was a variation on 'Ben'? Yeah.
What about 'Spinoza'? Where's that name from? Espinosa.
It's Portuguese, which means 'hawthorn'.
So Ben Hawthorn is Baruch Spinoza.
What? Our killer? Check that address.
Now! Yeah.
Brad! Step on it, will you? for the next victim God, maker, builder, inventor Inventor? Tonie Alderlink's an inventor.
A lot of rejected patents.
Trades as 'Great Original Design'.
GOD.
He's the next target.
- You sure this is the ink address? - Yes.
Come on.
Tonie? Tonie! Have you seen To Are you alright? Yeah, yeah.
Hey, he thinks a Ben Hawthorn sometimes works here as a projectionist.
I just had some words with Tonie, that's all.
Was there a row about the eviction? About everything, him, us.
I need to think about Clara.
And Django.
Does Tonie know about you and Django? No, I didn't think so, but now I'm not so sure anymore.
Mr Hawthorn? Where is he? The pier near The Hague.
He grew up there.
His parents ran the old fairground there.
That was replaced by the Ferris wheel, right? Yeah.
What's going on? Is everything OK? Hello? Let's get the pier evacuated just in case there's a "big bang".
Wow.
OK, thanks.
Dahlman's contacting the DSI.
What I don't get is why Tonie Alderlink would be a target.
He's on the polder side, right? Yeah.
It's all here.
Everything is here, Brad.
How could the killer know Tonie Alderlink would come here to reference it on a note? I mean, how could they be sure? The lens-grinder.
The what? Spinoza's day job.
He was kicked out of his home, exiled.
Got him.
Brad? Spinoza wasn't just a philosopher.
He was like an inventor.
It's a mirror image.
Tonie Alderlink isn't just the next victim.
He's left-handed.
He's also the killer.
It's a bomb! Go, go, go! - Move! Move! - Move! Move.
Stand aside! Move, move! Made it in time for the fireworks.
So you're the big bang.
Not just me.
Check for explosives - the Ferris wheel.
Remain calm and follow the instructions.
Please leave the pier now.
Remain calm - Move out! - Move! Move! You lived here as a kid, right? Yeah, till we were kicked out and they built that.
Mum and Dad never got over it.
It took me years to find the polder.
And then evicted again, another wheel about to be built.
The circle of life, hey? Like Django says, "Life sucks and then you die.
" Yeah, well, no-one needs to.
I do.
And guess what.
You're going to kill me or I will blow them up.
Please leave the pier and follow the instructions of the police.
Move! Move! Remain calm and leave the pier now.
Let's go.
Let's go, guys.
Take positions.
- Let's go! - Let's go, let's go! Lucienne! What is it? C4, I think.
I'm gonna need your screwdriver.
Leave the pier now.
Come on! Boys, you can go.
Go! Check for more.
If I press this, they go up and we go up.
How do I know the vest's real? Want to risk it? Shoot me.
Everything for a reason, the notes, the quotes, even the ink.
All just to bring us here.
Yeah.
I want people to see what happens to the little guy.
The establishment kills him.
To the powers that be, we're all just ants, ants that they can crush.
Shoot me! What the hell? DSI? They're on site.
I'm just talking to them.
It's all over the news.
He's live-streaming.
You know, generally speaking I'd rather save lives than take them.
I don't want to shoot you.
Quickly, quickly.
Let's go, let's go.
Let's move.
Hurry through.
Move it.
Quick, quick.
Lucienne! Are you, uh You need to, um Oh, my God, that is a lot of wires.
Think about your daughter.
It was Clara, wasn't it? Don't talk about my family.
You don't know me.
You know nothing about me.
But I know what it's like to wake every morning and feel the weight of a burden.
Trust me.
DSI got a clear shot? Then what are you waiting for? Van der Valk.
Just tell me you know which one to cut.
This one, I think.
You you think? Oh, just cut 'em all.
Just cut 'em all! If I do that, we'll all go up.
Right, you need to come and do the next one.
Anna will leave me for Django and she'll take Clara.
And I can't bear that.
I knew that if we lost the case that would be the end, I'd I'd lose everything.
I have nothing, no-one to live for.
So come on.
Do me a favour.
Put me out of my misery.
I've had enough! Wait.
No! Wait.
You kill them you're no better than the rest.
Let them take the shot.
Not until I'm sure Piet wants it.
Do it! "One should not mock, regret, condemn ".
.
but understand human action.
" That's your man - Spinoza.
An inventor like you.
Evicted like you.
Betrayed like you.
You know, the difference is he didn't quit.
He continued.
He led a meaningful life.
I don't think you've got it in you to kill innocent people.
I killed the others.
Shoot me.
Push the button.
Push it.
Or hand it over.
Is he mad? Let them take the shot.
No, he knows what he's doing.
Press it or give it to me.
What? Ludlow, take the shot.
Target in sight.
Take the shot.
Now.
No! No, no, no! Linked to the explosives.
But the vest was fake.
Well, the explosives weren't.
Turns out God couldn't kill himself.
He needed us for that.
There you go.
10-1 says Lucienne can drink you under the table.
Good.
10-1 says Lucienne can drink you under the table! Great.
You told them about the bomb squad, I take it? Might have slipped out.
Well done.
Well, it wasn't just me.
It was team work.
No-one went to church Did you know Job lied to us? Claims he was looking after his mum when she died years ago.
Piet? I'm sorry about earlier.
No, it's not your fault.
So where have you been? With Lena? No.
No, there's a new girl in town.
Yeah! Sit.
Good girl, good girl.
This is Sniffer.
The latest reject police dog.
Trained in drug detection, but partial to marijuana.
She kept falling asleep on the job.
Very Amsterdam.
She was gonna be shown the door.
I'm very pleased for you.
Piet does commitment.
Who knew? Nope, she's a present for you.
That way, I can keep feeding her treats whilst you shoulder the responsibility.
Go on.
Hello, Sniffer.
I know! Oh, sniffer.
You're gonna come and live with me now.
Yeah, come here.
Good girl.
- Come on.
- Hey, Sniffer.
- Let's go to the coffee shop.
- Hello! Good girl.
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