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In the first few days, I expected to be arrested at any moment.
Every time the phone rang.
Or the doorbell.
Police at the door.
A matter of time.
Shortly afterwards, you're pumping with adrenaline.
Slowly, the shivers of reality get to you again.
I knew that the adrenaline would run out at some point...
and that a terrible hangover would follow.
I tried to delay it for as long as I could.
Good morning.
- Has Lukas left already? - Yes.
Anneke is not at home.
The butter.
Sweetie?
Sweetie, Dinie's on the phone. She's asking if Anneke stayed here.
Yes, she just left.
Okay. Dinie? Yes, she slept here.
Yes, she just left.
Nothing to worry about.
Jeroen, it's me. Can I speak to Anneke?
- She's not here. - Cut it.
Her mum just called. I covered for you...
Kim, she's not here.
- What do you mean? - She's not here.
- Where is she then? - No idea. How should I know?
Do you have to work?
Yes.
It'll get busy.
You can wait and see if you want to, but this one won't last a year.
I'd better take her and slaughter her now.
No.
No, just leave her here.
Maybe she'll make it.
- Just let me know. - Yeah.
See you later.
Good girl.
Anneke Boorsma was found dead.
I remember thinking, "Why are you so sad?"
"You didn't know her. Not really."
I mean, if it had been her own daughter.
What happened?
They're not sure yet.
But she is dead?
That's what they said.
Hi there.
Your ID, please.
- Do you live nearby? - Yes, just down the road.
- Drive safe. - Thank you.
That poor animal.
Yes.
Nothing you can do about it?
No.
You try to keep as much distance as you can between yourself and the murder.
Get back to normal life as soon as possible.
You don't know the difference between normal and strange anymore.
Too upset? Strange.
Not upset at all? Even stranger.
Suddenly, everyone else seems like another species.
- I thought you were in bed, sick. - Hey.
Yeah.
Yes, I just started feeling a little better.
I get it, my wife can still suddenly feel sad about it.
Yes.
Just come by tonight. We can't lock ourselves up.
That'll get you nowhere.
Not all of them are criminals.
I'd love to believe that.
They're a weird bunch, though.
What will they even do in our village?
Look who's here.
I'm not gonna stay long.
My wife said the same 20 years ago.
Of course it was that refugee.
She was nearly butchered halal-style.
- Right, thanks Onno. - Sorry, I can't say that?
I think it's as clear as it gets.
I'm so glad you're not a judge or executioner in this village.
Maybe we should talk about something else.
I mean...
bad things happen somewhere every week, right?
Well, I...
I don't know.
I think Evert means we should try to have a laugh again.
Right, Evert?
A game of cards?
- Your turn. - Right.
Diamonds.
Darling, darling.
Anneke!
No! This can't be!
My girl.
Anneke.
Anneke!
Anneke!
Anneke. My girl.
No.
My girl.
My girl.
My girl...
- Good evening. - Hello.
I'd like to speak to someone about the Anneke Boorsma case.
Okay. What is it about?
I just want to talk to someone.
I think they've all gone home.
One last round?
No, just ignore it. Come on, it's 10:30.
Hi.
What, right now?
Was someone here to see me?
Yes. He just left.
Did you get his name?
He didn't want to say.
As the weeks go by, you try to shake it off.
I tried all sorts of things.
I wanted to get rid of it.
- Here it comes. - Okay.
- Here it comes, guys. - Did you bake it by yourself?
I did bake that myself.
ROBBIE 9 YEARS
She spent days in the kitchen.
There's too much wind, I think.
Look at all those gifts.
- How are things going, guys? - Super nice!
- Watch it! - How much have you had?
- Yuck! - We can, we're over 16.
- Right, you're over 16. You too? - Yes.
Go away.
Do you want to say something about this...
No.
- No. - A skirt or a wish...
Yes, very nice.
There they are. Do you see them? That makes it...
Hello!
The Tilburg police want to fire the officer who didn't want to honor
the three minutes of silence for the victims of 9/11.
The suspect justified his decision
by saying that the US brought the attacks upon themselves.
The officer supposedly publicly endorsed the attacks...
It was fun!
Bye.
Are you and Fenna seeing each other?
No, it's Nienke.
The other one.
Nice.
I thought you were very charming as a magic assistant.
Thanks.
Are you coming?
Yes. I have a cold again. I think I'm gonna sleep in the office.
You won't sleep much otherwise.
It keeps coming back to you.
Each time, in different ways.
In different forms.
You don't always recognize it directly,
but it's the same each time.
It has to come out.
So, fancy any of the girls?
She's Polish. Speaks hardly any English.
She's new here.
You'll have to be careful with her.
So...
Enjoy your meal.
We've heard the District Attorney.
Twenty-four months have passed.
Our last lead, concerning Jeroen, led to a dead end.
So we'll go back to what we called "fuck it" at the academy.
We're starting from scratch.
Once again, we present the facts that have been verified.
On April 24, 1999,
Anneke Boorsma went home, after a night out at nightclub Sombrero.
We know she left on her own and met someone along the way.
We found her bike on the ground next to a meadow.
Anneke and the perpetrator walked 20 meters into the cornfield.
This probably happened without too much protest.
The path in the cornfield was narrow,
so no one else heard them.
The chosen spot was clever,
because there was nothing within earshot in the area.
This reinforces the assumption that the perpetrator knew the area well.
You're so beautiful.
Ouch. Fuck!
Anneke was strangled.
Subsequently, Anneke was...
Subsequently, intercourse took place.
The pathologist-anatomist has proven that, at that point,
Anneke had passed away.
You...
You're mine.
Anneke.
Anneke was strangled first.
Then her throat was slit, probably with a small knife.
In the first few days, I expected to be arrested at any moment.
Every time the phone rang.
Or the doorbell.
Police at the door.
A matter of time.
Well...
Bye.
Are you in the shower?
Yeah. Do you need something here?
Yes, just my lens case.
- I'll only be a minute. - Okay.
- A lot of money was withdrawn. - What?
I noticed a lot of money was withdrawn.
Yes, this week.
Okay.
I'd rather have something small than a ridiculously big gift, okay?
Okay. I'll keep that in mind.
- Nothing yet? - No.
Such an animal shouldn't be alive anymore.
There were two cases of FMD in the next village last summer.
It can jump just like that.
If you're going to keep her, at least isolate her, okay?
- Yeah. - Good.
- Well, I'm off. - Bye.
I don't get bowling.
Isn't that very childish?
No, Dad, not at all. It's ironic.
- Oh, it's ironic? - Bye.
- What, you're coming with me? - Of course I am.
Just pick me up in two hours.
- As soon as I'm home, I can turn around. - Dad!
Hey.
- Good evening. - See you, bye.
- Ja, hoor. - Perfect.
- Hi, guys. - Hi.
Have fun.
- Ouch! Dad! - Make sure you win.
Good evening.
Can I have a coke, please?
I wouldn't do that. How many chances can I give?
One more time and it's over.
- Nice, an evening with the girls. - Nice, right?
How are you and Frank doing?
Not so great. I heard he cheated on me again.
What an asshole. You can never trust him.
This is the fourth time.
You really need to dump him.
Fenna. Sorry, we have to go.
- What? - Something's up at home.
Sorry, guys, we have to go back.
- No, Dad, what the fuck? - Just come along.
- What is this nonsense? - Fenna, please cooperate for once!
What?
God damn it.
God damn it!
It's not broken. It's not swollen either. So just put it on.
Hey. Nice that you're here, but we're not open yet.
No. No, I know that.
I just want to ask that one girl a question.
- Zofia? - Zofia, right.
Zofia quit this morning.
She went back to Poland. Something with her mom.
- Okay. - We're open in ten minutes.
- You're more than welcome. - Yes.
- See you later. - Yes, thank you.
- I don't get it. - It's very simple.
You'll learn soon enough.
No, I thought you said it was an ungodly thing.
Well, that's true.
You need it for your homework anyway.
Are you okay?
Yes.
You know what?
It almost feels like a kind of...
relief.
I know.
Bonjour.
Bonjour.
- Excuse me, I don't speak-- - Are you here for the tour?
No. I'm waiting here for my family.
It's very hot.
It is.
- Would you like a cup of coffee? - No, thank you.
Well...
Actually, yes. One cup, please.
I quit everything that's bad for you.
Drinking, for starters.
Are you Catholic?
No.
I recommend it.
It helps a lot.
Everything is forgiven.
Are there things that cannot be forgiven?
No.
You'll be punished,
that's for sure.
However,
with every good deed,
a little less.
Dad!
Hey! There you are.
Let's mess around.
What can I have to eat?
I'm the ghost of Rabbitonia.
I'm going to get you!
- He said "shit." - I did not.
You'll go to sleep soon, right?
- Fortunately not. - Good night, Dad.
- Sleep well, sweetheart. - Sleep well, Dad.
- No! - Yes!
Okay.
It's been a while.
One is okay, right? We're on vacation.
Guess what Fenna told me?
"Sleep well, Dad."
Well, fancy that.
How is she doing?
She decided to abandon criminology and work with children instead.
Well, that's great.
It's nonsense anyway, criminology.
It's like, "My father used to beat me. That's why I rob banks now."
Back in the day, you'd get punished if you did something bad.
Is punishment the best way to go?
What else then?
To understand, maybe?
Hey.
Life's good, isn't it?
We're here.
I've got you!
Dad!
The problem with DNA is that we're not ready for it yet.
Other than being able to find someone with just a drop of their blood.
That's what we've been told.
Would a perpetrator voluntarily submit their own DNA?
We don't need the perpetrator. A family member will do.
- A father, an uncle. - So it's not voluntary.
Above all, you'd have to rewrite laws, privacy, organization.
The only chance we have at solving this case is using DNA.
You shouldn't address me, but rather someone in the government.
Do you know people in the government?
I know that Rinus was in touch with a lot of politicians,
but I'm not sure he wants to talk to us.
Dad, I'll put the little one in Anneke's room.
Yeah.
Okay, let's go to sleep. Let's go.
REFUGEES STEAL ON REQUEST
KEEP THE NETHERLANDS WHITE
NOT ANOTHER ANNEKE
- What's up? - Nothing.
My heart.
Don't worry about me.
There's a new method we can use to catch the perpetrator.
But the regulations aren't in place yet.
- We can catch him. - You'll never catch him.
You had the opportunity.
But that ship has sailed.
What is this, Rinus?
- Activism. - Activism?
Yes, activism. So it won't happen again.
- Not another Anneke. - Well, guys...
What kind of activism?
Some sort of showcase for extreme right-wing idiots?
- Joanna. - What?
Rinus can't handle that?
Is some xenophobic half Nazi riling you up?
- Hey, listen. - You listen for a minute, Lukas.
I'm talking to your dad.
Keep your mouth shut when the grown-ups speak.
This is a serious opportunity.
But we need your help.
What should I do?
- Can Jonne and Lieve ride with us? - Yes, of course.
Lieve, do your parents know you're sleeping at ours?
- Yes, I texted them. - Okay.
- Jonne, where are you going? - Burgemeester Vlieringstraat 2.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Want me to pull over?
No. I'm feeling better already.
Okay.
Hey.
- Hey, did it go okay? - Yes, of course.
- Hey, you're at home too? - Why?
Is our cheerful duo upstairs already?
Yes, I think they fell asleep right away.
How are things here?
We were on the news.
- Why? - With school.
I was on TV too.
But why?
The kinship research got a green light.
The what?
- Jesus, what planet do you live on? - They're repeating it now.
A breakthrough in the Anneke Boorsma case.
A revolutionary kinship research has been announced.
Critics call it a serious breach of privacy laws.
Meanwhile, Anneke Boorsma's father, Rinus Boorsma,
reacted with cautious optimism.
I fought hard for this.
I spoke to the minister a few times. Those were productive conversations.
I'm glad that something big is finally happening.
Justice at last for my daughter.
I'm sure someone sitting at home should be very concerned right now.
Subtitle translation by: Laura Oplaat
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