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From the start, everyone was sure that a refugee must have killed Anneke.

But on this show, we've always said there was only one real suspect.

Someone with a motive and opportunity.

Someone the police never truly looked into.

Just like that, ten years have passed.

With time, the pain also changes.

Sometimes as intense as the first day,

and sometimes not as much.

- Is Jeroen not here? - No, he couldn't leave work.

...or someone we're learning to live with.

Time for my favorite moment, can I hand this to you?

Of course, the pain stays because that one question remains unsolved...

who is responsible for this?

Is that person living his days...

with perhaps not the same pain, but pain nonetheless?

Onno wanted to attend, so I'm substituting for him.

A pain that doesn't ease, but becomes worse, more intense.

Until one day it'll hopefully become unbearable.

Unbearable enough to come to terms with.

To come to terms with.

Family, friends and villagers commemorated Anneke Boorsma today.

Tomorrow marks exactly ten years since Anneke was gruesomely killed.

In the morning of April 24, 1999, a body was found in a meadow

- of Anneke Boorsma, aged 16. - How was the memorial?

I'm not going to that church anymore.

That vicar, Anton, he's such an annoying man.

Don't you think so?

The idea is crazy.

That this perpetrator would also feel the pain.

How would Anneke's family feel about that?

I don't know.

Shall we do a prayer for that man, then?

We could organize a memorial for him, too.

- You wanted to go. - Right, I'm done with it now.

We'll go to the mosque at the asylum center next time.

There were even speculations

that Anneke was the victim of a satanic sacrifice ritual.

We forgot the flowers.

There's also the daffodils theory.

It was discovered that an unknown person

left daffodils at Anneke's grave on every anniversary of her death.

A search for this person came up empty.

You never know.

Isn't it just nonsense, this daffodils theory?

We don't have anything better.

We can just check it out. It'll be ten years ago tomorrow.

Let's just check it out. If it's nothing, we forget it.

- I wish you two a pleasant day. - Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

You're making a fool out of us, Jeroen.

- That's the fifth one this month. - Great counting there, Wouter.

An angel whispers in my ear the Germans want to speak to you.

You're serious?

Who knows? Maybe I'll be the one bringing you coffee in the future.

- Okay, just tell me when. - Tomorrow, if possible.

- Yes. - Unless you're busy.

- No, no problem. - Good.

Yes.

Jeroen.

Jeroen.

Jeroen, you have to wake up.

Jeroen, wake up.

- No. - You really need to wake up.

Wake up, Jeroen, wake up. Hello?

An, why are you waking me up?

Because it's almost five o'clock.

- Fuck, my dad will be home soon. - Okay, well, nice, right?

Are you mad? Why didn't you wake me up?

- What's the problem? - The problem? He can't see you.

At half past five, he'll be...

You dirty... I'll make you regret that.

- Maybe clean these up? - Don't you dare.

Here.

- I'll rub that into your hair. - No, help.

- Say you're sorry. - I'm sorry.

- Tell me I'm pretty. - You're the prettiest.

- Who will you marry? - You.

- Me? - Yes, I'm marrying you.

- How many children will we have? - Seven.

CAMERA SURVEILLANCE

- Onur. - Jeroen.

What's up now?

You were on a lot of TV broadcasts last week because of the memorial.

- So? - Your address was posted on a blog.

Only for a few hours. It was removed, but I'm just checking.

Don't tell Kim, okay?

She's been so focused on it, she can't help it.

Take care of yourself.

Thanks for the heads-up.

- Hello. - In the kitchen.

Hey. Are you in the box?

Look what I found in my shoe this morning.

That's yours, isn't it?

- How was it? - Yes, sad.

Was it?

Shame I couldn't make it, I really couldn't leave.

Why was Onur here?

About a blog.

- Are you going to give Rinus a call? - Yes.

Drop by tomorrow, it'll all be quieter.

- I have to work. - It's Saturday.

The Germans want a meeting.

I could be up for a promotion.

Okay.

We can keep on remembering forever, but then what? How does that help?

- Half the village thinks I did it. - Not me, and neither does Rinus.

- I'll call him. - Okay.

Where's the sword?

Hey, Rinus, it's Jeroen.

- Jeroen? - Yes.

- Hey, dude. How are you? - Hey.

I'm okay. I hope it's not too late for a call?

- I thought you'd still be up. - No, I'm still up.

Okay, good, yeah.

I thought I'd give you a call.

You thought you'd give me a call? That's nice of you.

I heard it was good today.

A shame that I couldn't make it...

I want to be there by 10:00 PM, so not much time to drink.

Yeah.

Finish it, let's go.

Jeroen, I'm ready.

- That's nice. - I was going to tell you.

Then what, ask for my permission?

Rather you than me, dude. Have fun, the two of you.

- Keep your hands to yourself. - Yes, dude.

I must introduce you to Mom.

- Did you know? - Leave me out of it.

Mom? I want to introduce you to someone.

- There we are, you must be Jeroen. - Yes. Hi.

- Hi. Dinie. - Hi, Dinie. Jeroen.

- Rinus, look who's here. - Who is it?

Jeroen.

- Which Jeroen? - Hello.

You remember Jeroen, we were talking about him.

Jeroen. Oh, Jeroen.

This is Jeroen? You are Jeroen.

- I am Jeroen. - Well, well.

Anneke, you explain to Jeroen who I am.

- That's my dad. - Okay.

- Mr. Rinus. - Hi, Mr. Rinus.

- That's Mrs. Rinus. - Yes, I've already...

Right. We're leaving, okay? I'll be home at 1:00 AM.

- Have a nice evening. - Jeroen?

Yes?

Anneke and Lukas normally cycle home together.

- I think you'll be taking over now. - I think so, too.

Then we hereby agree that you're bringing her home.

- Absolutely. - Up to the front door.

Certainly.

Two weeks ago, a girl was almost snatched by those refugees.

I'll always drop her off at the door, I promise.

Enjoy tonight. Bye, sweetie. Kiss?

- No. - Anneke.

- Get real. - Anneke.

Ten years ago today Anneke was brutally murdered.

In this broadcast, we'll recap the facts once more.

We'll start at the evening itself, the 24th of April, 1999.

Anneke Boorsma is with her boyfriend Jeroen Bovenkamp

at a disco called the Sombrero. After a fight between the couple--

This one? That's Dad, right? Do you think that's funny?

- Yes. - Look how handsome Dad was.

Do you see that? Nice, isn't it?

- Who's this? - I don't know.

That's me and that's Uncle Lukas, of course.

That's Anneke, remember? We've talked about her before.

Yes, Anneke was a very good friend of Mom and Dad.

- What are you doing? - Just looking at some pictures.

- Yes? - Yes.

- Were you telling him about Anneke? - What do you mean?

- Isn't he a little young for that? - What is he a little young for?

- Is this 'cause I wasn't at that memorial? - Jeroen, come on.

Don't forget to tell how she passed, while you're at it.

Come on, Jeroen.

Who is this?

Sounds like it's in the bag.

Yes.

Shall we go and get really drunk?

- Is the Pope a pedophile? - Right.

Right, I'm just not going to smoke.

- No. - No.

That Alex keeps on talking about that shit.

He is just happy.

Gents, fancy another beer?

- Yes, sure. - Thanks a lot.

- Do you want another beer? - Sure, I'll finish this one.

Yes?

Are you guys having fun?

- Are you jealous? - Guys, I have one more joint on me.

No, we have to go home.

- Soon, we have to be home by 1:00 AM. - Right.

We have an exam on Monday, some of us still have to study.

Dude, all the studying, as if you didn't graduate with honors already.

Some people want to go to a good college, Richard.

I'm not going to college.

- What? - No.

Why not?

I saved some tips and I'm going to travel first.

- Maybe surfing in the Antilles. - Then what?

Then what? Nothing, I don't know.

When were you planning on telling me that?

I'm telling you now.

Feel welcome to tag along.

Hello, you have one new message. First new message.

Hey, darling, it's me.

It was poor judgement from my side. I'm sorry.

I love you.

- Don't complain. - I'm not complaining.

Okay, then what are you doing?

Don't you think that's something that you could have told me?

I just did.

To be honest, I didn't expect you would want to come along anyway.

Why not?

Because you're a bit of a chicken, Jeroen Bovenkamp.

I'm not saying that we shouldn't come back, am I?

Just until we know what we really want in life.

All right.

Let's do a test.

- Close your eyes. - I'm cycling.

So? It's straight, I'll tell you when you run into something.

Okay, imagine.

Your biggest dreams,

your deepest desires.

Okay.

- Are you thinking about me? - All naked.

No, seriously, think about that dream.

All right, stop.

Open your eyes.

So? Does it match?

Okay, your turn.

- Okay. - Close your eyes.

Don't look.

Now what?

Jeroen?

Jeroen?

Jeroen, stop it.

Jeroen, I don't think this is funny.

Jeroen!

- Jesus. - Who is the chicken here?

- I really am afraid of the dark. - Okay, I'm sorry.

Hey, sorry, it was a joke.

- Stop. - So you'll travel the world alone?

Kind of hopeless, don't you think?

I'm going to have to go with you.

- Does Richard still work here? - Not for a few years.

- That's it? - No, a Camel, please.

What's got into you?

It's one of those weird things about murder cases.

Maybe it's nothing at all, maybe it's the key to the case.

It starts with a bundle of yellow daffodils.

When some years ago an unknown person on the anniversary

of Anneke Boorsma's death visit the grave, cleaned it,

and left a bundle of yellow daffodils.

One might think, a bundle of flowers at a grave, nothing extraordinary.

That's probably what Anneke Boorsma's family thought too.

Until they discussed it to find out that they didn't know who it was.

The daffodils theory.

The perpetrator visits the grave every year and leaves these flowers.

FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS

Hey, that's Jeroen Bovenkamp.

Right? Jeroen.

Jeroen Bovenkamp.

Can I ask you a question? Jeroen?

Jeroen, hey.

Come on, man. Hey, Jeroen.

Very quickly, one moment.

Jeroen?

Just kidding.

Here.

Okay.

Hope it tastes good.

Geez.

I've been thinking about starting college a few months later.

Why?

Maybe go traveling.

With whom?

On my own.

Nice.

Go for it.

I'm going out in a bit.

Hey.

I told my parents.

- Really? - Yes.

It went well.

Really? No way. We're going?

- We're not gone yet. - Yes, we're going tomorrow.

- Yes? - Jeroen.

Jesus, where are you? I've been calling you all day.

Jeroen?

Do you want to go abroad with me?

What?

Is this even a life?

Shouldn't we just go and live in a completely different place?

We should have done that right away, far away from here.

- Okay, don't you think you should... - No, Anneke, listen.

"Anneke"?

Kim.

- Sorry. - Jesus.

- I'm a little confused, I guess. - I guess so.

You get yourself together before coming home. Bye.

Hey, Jeroen.

- Could we have a word? - No, thanks, I have nothing to say.

- We saw you at the graveyard. - Yes.

- Did you go there today for a reason? - No, guys, just leave me alone.

Is there something that you didn't tell the investigators?

Why don't you do yourself a favor? Isn't it time to confess?

Leave me alone. Just leave me alone.

Hey, calm down, dude.

No need to touch our stuff, we're just doing our job.

Why are you aggressive? Do you think that's normal?

Why the aggression? I'm only asking.

- Get that out of my face. - What are you doing?

- Sorry, but just leave me alone. - Sorry? Tell that to Anneke.

What did you say?

What are you saying?

Fucking hell, are you crazy?

Fuck off with that camera.

- Easy, man. - Asshole.

What do you want to ask? Ask, I'm right here, ask.

You're a fucking parasite.

With your stupid show. You think I don't see it?

Jeroen, look at me. Get into the car.

Get in the car.

That's why I demand his imprisonment.

You should have done that ten years ago.

Can't you see that?

- That guy is completely mad. - Your report has been noted, Menno.

We're taking him to the station.

Especially against journalists.

Where are you going?

We'll drop you off there.

I'm not sure.

You weren't at the memorial yesterday.

What's up with the commemorating all the time?

What purpose does it serve?

How...

You really are the worst detectives ever.

How long has that fucking case been open?

Two monkeys would've gotten further with this investigation.

- Hey. - Hey, Jeroen, come here.

Come here.

It's good that you're here.

- I need you. - Okay?

Give me those pliers.

- Jeroen? - Yes?

Has Anneke ever told you anything about her, let's say...

disorder?

- No. - Maybe that's not the right word.

Disorder.

It's more like Anneke can be quite fickle.

You've probably noticed that.

There is something

I want to be very clear about that.

South America for a year won't happen.

A few weeks with you around is fine, fantastic,

but I have an education in mind for Anneke.

Paid, so that's not a good idea.

- South America. - Okay.

Anneke is still under 18,

so as her parents, we still have our say about that.

What I mean to say is...

Anneke is a bit of a weirdo...

who wants to do whatever comes to her mind.

In that regard, she's like her mom. Look, there she is.

Right, Dinie?

Anyway, it's also what defines her and why we all love her.

- You too, I hope? - Yes.

It also means that we must protect Anneke from herself sometimes.

Or at least that's what I have to do as her father.

Right.

Yes, I understand.

Great. Jeroen, we all think you're a great...

How do you say it?

- Dude, or guy? - Dude is fine. Yes.

- We think you're a super-great dude. - Thank you.

Anneke is upstairs, go on.

Yes.

See you at the barbecue.

Just drop me off at the Sombrero.

Is that a good idea?

Shouldn't you just go home, Jeroen?

I am at home.

Sorry, please explain this to me.

Why did you talk with my father about my future?

That wasn't it, he asks me, "Jeroen, can we talk for a sec?"

- I can't say no and go upstairs. - Who are you dating?

Who are you dating, my father or me?

Who sucked your cock this morning, my dad or me?

- An, come on. - Don't "An, come on" me.

You know what, fuck it. I'm going now.

I'll book a ticket for Monday, with you or without you.

Okay, what about your final exam?

Fuck that, what's in it for me?

Like I need a degree in South America.

I have to get out of here.

I know you're a chicken.

- I've been kissing Romy all night. Wasted. - Jesus.

Whatever.

Fuck it. I still am, I think.

It was a great night.

Yo.

Hey, Jeroen.

Hi.

- Trouble in paradise? - What? Is that what Anneke says?

No.

- Do you know what you should do? - Well?

No, wait, never mind.

- Go on. - No, I shouldn't interfere.

Yes, you should. I don't know what to do anymore, so.

Just tell me.

The thing with An is...

that she knows that she can be a huge pain in the ass sometimes.

She can get a little manic, you know?

You can give her what she wants, her previous boyfriends did, too.

But where are they now?

Right?

Thank you.

Did you go home at all, or have you been here since yesterday?

Hey, Rinus, it's Jeroen.

No, I'm calling to speak to you.

Can I discuss something with you?

- Jeroen? - Yes?

- Did you speak to Anneke? - Yes.

- Yes? And? - Did she mention it?

- No, not to me. - Okay.

- How did it go? - Pretty good.

Good? Nice.

Let's go.

- Hey. - How are you? Let me pass, please?

An.

- Sorry. - An.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Been here long? - Yes, quite long.

- Jeroen, come on. - Bye.

Hey.

- That was so anti-social. - What kept you?

I'm sorry.

Long queue?

Can you show your ID inside?

Are you picking someone up?

- Yes. - Yes? Okay.

Have any of you seen Anneke?

There.

Why?

My father found the money. In her room.

What are you going to do?

Why did you call my dad?

Did you call my dad?

Your father and I...

An.

An, wait.

- Hey, Fenna. - Hi.

- Are you okay? - Yes, you?

- Have a light? - Yes.

- Yes? - Here.

- Nice, right? - Yes.

- Thank you, see you. - Okay.

Jeroen, can you answer my question? It's not that hard.

I want to answer, but I want to know who told you.

Could you look at me?

Look at me and swear you haven't called my dad.

- I swear. - Okay, fuck off. You're lying.

An. Wait.

Can't we just talk about this?

- An. - No.

Come on.

Come on, it's not a big deal, it doesn't have to be this dramatic.

- Go away. - Calm down.

Calm down, come on.

- What do you want to do? Wait. - Go away.

- Let's just talk about this. - Let go.

Just fuck off then.

- What do you want from me? - I don't want anything from you.

- I just want to go home. - Go home then.

I'm going back inside.

If you let me go now, Jeroen,

then you'll never see me again.

Bye, Anneke Boorsma.

An, wait.

An, come back.

Come back!

Come back!

Oh, man.

Well, this worst detective ever is going to take a bath.

This one will have a white wine.

Oh, man.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

- Good evening. - Hello?

Sorry, excuse me.

- So? - A friend from the past.

Tonight it's about one person only, and that is Anneke Boorsma.

From the start, everyone was sure that a refugee killed Anneke.

But on this show we've always said there was only one real suspect.

One with a motive and opportunity--

- Is that normal to you? - So? How did it go?

Hey, I'm asking you a question. Get a hold of yourself.

Sorry, but just leave me alone.

- Let it go. - Tell that to Anneke.

What?

I may not have done it...

but I'm not innocent.

Subtitle translation by: Laura Oplaat