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Keep on singing.

That's not loud enough. Louder.
What's that?

You wanted to join our house,
didn't you? Stop whining.

Gentlemen, twenty minutes.

Get ready for the test.

I'm much better at this than you are.
Girls?

2.6 inches.

Not too bad.
Well, 1.2 inches.

Cold and alcohol often have
a disastrous effect on our body...

...hence this small test.
- This one's completely shriveled up.

We could also take a real girl.
- No, three men and three women.

Those are the house rules.
- Wow.

XXL.

Call me.
- A size she's not used to, Thijs.

Candidates 1 and 4 are eliminated.
Thanks for coming, guys.

Unfortunately, according to the
Booze Code, section 4, paragraph 6...

...you are not admitted to our house
due to a dramatically shrunk dick.

What's your name?
- Eric.

That's my dog's name.

You didn't think you were done,
did you?

Gentlemen, done already?

Fucking psycho.
- You guys wanted the room, eh?

We already know who we'll choose.
- Mister XXL.

What are you doing?

We are the city's most popular house.
They should go to all lengths.

There we go.

Bam.

It'll be freezing.

His won't shrink any further,
not even if you add a glacier.

Come on, we're just having fun.
- Yes, Merel.

He's not doing well.
- You can always stop.

Shut up.
- Why don't you go home?

Go suck your own big dick.

Thijs, okay, we've had our fun.

Do you want those two to make it?
A Belgian and Mr Monstercock.

Two more minutes.

Eric?

Cheers.

Thijs, Boris...

Fuck, Boris.

Be careful.

He's not breathing.

Eric?

Boris, do something.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Thijs, it's no use.
-It has to...

What's the plan?
- I'm calling an ambulance.

Do you want to be accused
of culpable homicide?

Then think about
what you want to do now.

What does this look like?
You're a criminal law student.

They may be able to revive him.
- Look at him.

You kept on pushing him.
- Cool it.

Who? Me?

Now what?
Do we pretend this didn't happen?

Exactly.
- So you want to destroy the evidence?

Boris is right.

We need a good story.

I can't believe you want to do this.
- What do you want to tell the police?

Culpable homicide, and we'll never
get a job. We need a good story.

Surely we won't have to pay
for his accidental death.

Accidental? We had him sitting in an
ice bath all night. That's no accident.

He was sitting in that bath and
suddenly fell ill. It's not our fault.

It was an accident.
That's what we'll say. Agreed?

Ag reed.

Lisa?

What about you?

Do you want to ruin our lives?

I want to hear you say it.

All right, let's heat the water...

...and clean up the ice.
There's no evidence, no witnesses.

Is that clear to you as well?
- Yeah.

Guys, I guess we have
a new roommate.

Will you call the ambulance?

Can't sleep?

Thus?

It was just a dream.
- Yeah, but I thought it was over.

It doesn't mean it's all coming back.
- No.

How many times do I have to tell you?
It was an accident.

We're collecting our diploma.
- Well, I am.

Yes, you are, and aftenlvards
we'll all enjoy our holiday.

Yes.

In a couple of months
you'll have a fantastic job...

...and a great flat by the waterside,
with the cutest man in the world.

Where will I find that man?

Tinder.

I have the honor to provide these
future careerists with a solid degree:

Bavink, Kees.

Van Gasteren, Merel.

Werdmiiller, Boris.

Werdmiiller, Boris?

Boris?

Where's Boris?
Boris Werdmiiller?

Boris.
- Goddammit.

What?
- They are calling your name.

Ow shit, can you finish this?

Mrs Jacobsen...

Here I am.

Thank you.
Congratulations.

Have a good look.

De Jonge, Lisa.
- Can you take a picture?

Guys, a ten minutes delay.

Make that three minutes.

FRIESLAND INDEPENDENT

Cool it.
Yeah, nice horn. Take it easy.

Students... Daddy pays.

Hey. Good fun, isn't it?

No mistakes, guys.
Sneekweek is fun, it's relaxed...

...and that's the feeling we're projecting.
- All right, commissioner.

Lower, lower... Get down.

Jesus...
- How did you arrange this, Thijs?

You should ask Boris.

Guys, you do understand
I'll be needing a double bed?

No, no, no...

Ajacuzzi?
- Nice.

This is great.

Well done.

Have you found a room?

This one's locked.

There's even a lift in this house.

You will have to camp out
in the living room.

Jesus...
- I know.

They forgot the champagne.
- That's what I call poor service.

WELCOME

It's a beer cooler, of course.

Nice job, Boris.
- I didn't arrange this house. You did.

No, you said in our group chat
you found this place. With a photo.

Are you taking the piss?
- No. I'll show you the message.

Nice bum.
- Wait a minute...

Who's that?

Here it is. Look. See?
- Well, that's not my number.

Do you know this number?
- No.

Just call it.
- Yeah, go on.

No answer.

No voice mail?
- No.

Peter, do you happen to have
two telephone numbers?

Me?

Why on earth would I have...
- Speak clear Dutch. Yes or no?

I'd hardly heard of Friesland...
- Can we get an interpreter?

Peter, did you arrange this for us?
- You're the best.

Little Peter...

Come here, man.

I hadn't expected this of you.

Yo, Thijs.
Let's go pick up my sailing boat.

Get a glass.
- This is insane.

Neat bikini.
- What?

Nice bikini.
- Oh, thanks.

Bye.

That feels good.

Kim, just do it already.

Yes, it's nice to do someone a favor
once in awhile.

Yeah, you wanted to do volunteer work.
- You are serious?

He hasn't had any for two years.
- Really?

Come on.
- Okay, then I'll do it.

Really?
- No.

Christ, look at that.

She is hot. See those legs?
Shall I grab her?

Yeah, go on.
- Want a beer?

What's this? Come on, Zoe.

Sweetie, stay here.

Oh my god, it's raining.

It's okay.

Go.

Be quiet.

Wait, wait.

Let's go.

Show yourself.
- Jesus.

I'm letting them know we're here.

What was that?
Or did I hear my earrings?

Okay, I'm sorry.
- Jesus. Really?

Kim.

Well, there's no one here. You see?
Nothing.

Thijs, asshole.

So he was wearing a mask.
What kind of mask?

You think I'm making this up.
- I don't know.

Who's been in therapy
for two years?

Shut up, Boris.

Someone was there, Boris.
- Okay, it was the wind.

Did you guys see anyone?
- No. We've looked everywhere.

Peter, say something.
- We have to take this seriously.

I'd love to take you. Seriously.

Fine.

Hey, and she's having nightmares again
too?

You don't know when to shut up.

I'm sorry, but the past two years
have been a real party.

Your girlfriend is touched in the head.
There are special pills for that.

And then we'd all become
just like you.

You should just ignore Boris.

Why do you react like this?

Even you don't believe me.
That's just perfect.

Why is this happening
just when we're finally on vacation?

Gee, I don't know.

Maybe I arranged it all myself,
because I hate vacation. Right, Thijs?

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.
I believe you.

You do?
- Yes.

I believe you experienced it that way.

She kicked you out.

So you don't believe her?

This place is weird.
- Luckily you arranged it yourself.

That's what you all say.
But I don't have any money.

Who's behind all this then?

Yes, and who sent the text? And who
left us a cooler with ice cubes?

They just forgot the champagne, man.

If you say so.
But the vibes here are bad.

We're over here partying,
while two years ago...

Ah, well. Why worry about it?

Bad karma is like a flying arrow.
Unstoppable.

Well.

Good night.

Okay, rub it in.
I'm not wearing any make up.

Get up. The race starts at ten.

I saw the list of contestants.
Those two bitches are on it again.

They won that cup two years in a row.
Just like that.

Okay. Give me three minutes.

Good morning.

Did you sleep well, or were you
harassed by scary men?

Getting ready to party?

Prescribed by the doctor.
Just some extra Ritalin for my focus.

It's necessary,
because we have to win.

It causes depression.
- I've got pills for that too.

Look.

Jesus. Look at yourself.

What? I function perfectly. You're
the one who sees men with masks.

Did you sleep well?
- Wonderfully.

Good luck.
- You too.

Listen. The reputation of our house
is at stake.

Thijs and me are very experienced.
You do what you're told. Got it?

Absolutely.
- The trapeze is yours.

I've never done that before.
- What did I just say?

And focus. Thijs?
- No, thanks.

Where is your commitment?

Untie.

Yo, Thijs. Look at that.

Forget it.
- Boris, watch out.

Shut up.
- Boris?

Shut up.
- Jib.

Pay attention, dude.

You dick.
- Asshole.

Germans and humor.

Look at that.

One minute to go.

Hey, what a coincidence.
Still using that old bathtub?

On a mission to lose?
- They're dead.

We're not moving.
- I forgot the anchor.

What? Hell no.

Go, Ilse. You can do it.

I wonder how the boys are doing.

Serves you right.

Peter.
- Peter, you loser.

Haste makes waste.

Port. Port.
- What are you doing?

See who's the toughest.

Port, I said.
- Watch out.

Look out.

Where did Thijs go?

I don't see the guys anywhere.

Apparently the guys didn't win.

Boris?

Yo, Lies. Still laying there?

Oh my god, stop it.
- What's wrong?

I've got a sunburn.

No way.
-It fucking hurts.

But you look really good.

You mean that?
- No, sorry.

I want to die.

Look at him, that ugly bastard.
I feel like punching him in the face.

I don't think he's doing too well.
- Who cares?

Seriously. Last night...
You should've been there.

He said the weirdest things.
I'm worried about him.

I'm worried about tomorrow's race.
I need a good fuck right now. Goddamn.

Boris? Come over here.

What is this?

Zoe.
These bitches always start to bleed.

Where is she?
- Buying panty liners?

I think it adds something special.
Especially when I'm...

Yo, nerd.

What are you doing?

I have that re-examination in two weeks,
remember?

Just take them,
and you'll go like a rocket.

How do you think I passed
in such a short time?

This whole book in half an hour
tomorrow. Tonight is party time.

I can see her butt.

Cheers.

They are Zoe's friends, aren't they?
- They are on their period too.

Watch what happens now.

Where is Zoe? Where has she gone,
what have you done to her?

Piss off. Do you want the details?

She doesn't answer her calls.
- Perhaps it's because of your ugly face.

No.

She's not interested in you.
- How do you know?

Yo. Are you watching my bum here?
Pervert.

Keep calm.
- Is she conscious?

It'll be fine. They will take
good care of her in the hospital.

What the fuck have you done to her?
- Step back.

I'm going with her.

You kissed, she rejected you.
What happened next?

I don't know. I just went outside.
- Outside? To do what?

I told you ten times already.
- Tell me eleven times.

Twelve, thirteen...

Well, summarizing?

No criminal record,
no psychiatric history.

No witnesses,
so we can't detain him for long.

But we found this in his pocket.

What's that?
- Ritalin. He doesn't seem hyperactive.

Students use it to improve their
concentration. Or to stay up all night.

Nothing wrong with that.
- Because many people use it?

Because my children use it.

I want this case solved quickly.
- Thanks, boss.

You can't detain me
if you have no witnesses.

These pills...
I'd like to talk to you about them.

Shit.

How is she?
- Her condition is stable now.

The doctors say she'll be fine.

Here.
- What is that?

That number again.

This is about Eric.
- Seriously? Eric's spirit called?

First I am attacked and now Kim.
- This is not the time.

Think about it. What else can it be?

Someone is angry because she won
the race?

And so they try to kill Kim?
- Peter wanted to fuck her, she did not.

So Peter attacked me too?
- Not that again.

Guys...
- Hey, Kim.

Sweetie. Can you remember anything?
- It was Peter, wasn't it?

Kim, could you see who it was?
- Say it. It was Peter.

Stop it.
-It's obvious.

Guys, please be quiet.
She needs rest. You should go now.

I want to go with you.

You have to stay here.
But we will be back tomorrow.

Come on, off you go.

Well done.
- What are you doing here?

They let me go, obviously.
- To finish the job?

I just wanted to help.

You really think
this has something to do with me?

You know what it is,
but you don't want to see it.

What is it?
- This is revenge. For Eric.

Guys...
- Did you mention Eric to the police?

Of course not.
But if you don't stop, I will.

Are you blackmailing us?
- Just like Peter.

Guys, not here, not now.
Come on.

I'm here for Kim de Jung.

Don't think you can get away with this.
I will destroy you.

Don't touch me.

Let go of me.
- Peter.

I'm going.
- Peter, stay.

Do you really think he would do
something like that?

Sure.
- He probably saved Kim's life.

He obviously still feels guilty about Eric.
- And now he threatens us with the police.

Let's throw him into Lake Sneek
with a millstone?

I won't go to jail for something
that wasn't my fault.

It was your fault all right.
- You were there too, if I remember well.

What do you suggest?

We have to tell the police everything.
Before people will get killed.

Have you gone mad?

Yes, let's tell the police
we let someone die...

...in a tub filled with ice, two years ago.
Ask them to lock us up.

It may have been Zoe's friend.
- By the way, where is Zoe?

How would I know?

It was Peter.

Need anything from the supermarket?

No.
- I do. After sun lotion.

Just beer then.

Thijs.

How much longer will it take?

Whose is this?

For my focus.
- Prescribed?

Of course.
- Do you take any other medicine?

Is this a cross-examination?
You're not a detective.

Katj a.
- Yes.

We'll be back tomorrow with the CID
to ask you some questions.

Do we have to stay here till tomorrow?
- Yes.

I'm very sorry, but all hotels
and camping sites are full.

We have a cell left.

No?

Relatives?
- We're on to that.

Well, that's all we can do.
Are you making your rounds?

And this here?
- Seems obvious to me. Suicide.

Suicide? Hung himself
and cut his wrists.

Rather dramatic, yes.
But he was the loser of the group.

They fell out, he was down.
And he wanted to shock his friends.

He did a pretty good job.
Quite a coincidence, with that assault.

It's a personal tragedy, Van Velzen.
Deeply tragic and very sad.

And there is no reason
to shout it from the rooftops.

End of discussion.

Hey, that's my car.

You can't just do that without asking.
- Idiot.

There is much more going on.
- Look what I found.

I'll have him tested on chemical junk.
You go on poking around.

Finally.

Yeah, sure.
Is that all you can come up with?

Tomorrow we'll go home.
- Not me.

He wasn't exactly our friend, right?

I'm not going to let this
ruin my vacation.

It's ruined already, right, Boris?
- What about Kim?

What about Kim? Your very best friend.
Don't you have a fucking heart?

It's only me.
- I'm sorry.

Don't let it worry you too much.
It's not your fault.

What do you know?
- We go through some stuff here as well.

The other day there was a cow
on the road.

That's not quite the same thing.
- No.

I once was in love with this guy.
Very much in love.

I got pregnant.
But I thought we were way too young.

So it seemed like the right thing to do...

Did you...
- Yes.

He was devastated. Even more than me.
But before we could reconcile, he died.

Suicide as well?
- No. A car crash.

And even though I was in no way
to blame for any of it...

...I stopped eating, I couldn't sleep
and I had nightmares night after night.

I kept wondering
what I could have done differently.

He's not doing well.

What I mean to say is:
Don't be too hard on yourself.

Thijs, Boris...

I'm calling an ambulance.

Did anything else happen?

What was the argument about?

You're not telling me everything.

Merel, I can only help you
if you're completely honest with me.

Merel...

I'm sorry.
- Merel.

What was that all about?
- She asked for your number.

What did you tell her?
- Nothing. I'm not crazy.

No?

I need to get out of here.
- Let's go out.

Now?
- Yes. You wanted to study?

But is that appropriate?
- What do you think?

Guys, we've just had
a traumatic experience.

Distraction is therapeutic.
- I'm not staying in.

Who's coming?
- I am.

I'll start the boat.
- I'm going to change.

What? They have a point.
Why stay here?

So you want to party?
Shouldn't we contemplate all this?

Yes, but not here.
Why not go out for a while?

Go out for a while?

Don't be difficult. Come with us.
- I don't want to go.

And I don't want to stay here.
- Thijs.

So go have a good time.

Thijs, your balls are down here.

Thijs.

Kim.

What are you doing here?
- I heard about Peter.

I was so nasty to him, yesterday.
- Kim, this is not your fault.

The police say he attacked me,
last night.

Do you believe that?
- No. Of course not.

Peter didn't attack you, nor me.

And I don't believe it was suicide.
- What?

You should have seen the boat.
It just didn't look like...

I'm sorry. You need to rest first.

Where are we going?
- Party on starter island.

Hey, douchebag.

Hey, moron.

Dorks.

If you hang up, you'll die,
just like your mother.

Do you want to die, Sydney?
- Fuck you, you creep.

Dubbed in Friesian. Shit.

Friesland rules.
- Die.

FRESHMAN DEAD IN POOL

ACCIDENT OR CULPABLE HOMICIDE?

ACQUITTAL IN
THE ERIC VAN DUNGEN CASE

Three months ago the judge reached
a verdict in the Van Dungen case.

Look at this.

Friends and their families
felt relieved by the acquittal...

...but social media and next of kin
were outraged.

Interesting.
- Yes.

Murderers. Filthy murderers.
I'll get you. Filthy murderers.

God damn you. Let go of me.
You're finished.

Shortly after this incident the victim's
mother was admitted to a mental clinic.

There you go.
- See you later.

This is officer Bosma, Sneek police.

I'm looking for
a Maria van Dungen, who...

Since when?

Thank you.

Guess who didn't return
from probationary release.

Hey, handsome!

Too bad. She's gone.

You look happy.
- Off course. I won.

Are you fucking with me?
- Buddy. Come here. Give me a hug.

Let go off me.

Boris.
- Dennis.

Where's the toilet?
- To the right.

Thanks.

A disturbed woman resembling Maria
van Dungen just attacked two groups.

She was last seen near the cinema.
- She's not there to see a movie.

You two go ahead.

Guys, off to the city center
for a huge fight.

But we...
- What?

Those students, we just heard...
- Cut it. I'm short-handed.

You two are going to the city center.
Get to work. Move. Off you go.

Go, go, 90. 9°-

Which way?

Go left.

SNEEK LOCAL ERIC VAN DUNGEN
WINS SNEEKWEEK

She's moving.

Here. Zoe.

Oh, my god.

We have to call the police.

WHO'S N EXT?

Oh, no. Lisa.

I'm calling Lisa.
- Okay.

Lisa's phone is upstairs.
- We must warn them. Come.

You need to go to the hospital.
- No, you warn them.

I'll take Boris' car.

Are you sure?
- Yes. Go. I'll call the police. Go.

Sneek police. What can I do for you?
- What? This is an emergency.

What do you want?
- Fucking hell. An emergency.

Hello? Are you still there, or what?

Ouch. I got a sunburn, okay?

Fuck off. Can't you see
this beautiful lady is in pain?

Looks good on you.
- Really?

Now I can see your gorgeous eyes
even better.

Slimeball.

You're coming with me.
- Cool.

Thijs, I'm Off.

Where are you going?
- I'm going to take him home with me.

Lisa, you're drunk.
- That's right, Thijs.

I'm taking the boat. Bye.

Lisa. Yeah, fine. We'll take a cab.

Is it free?
- Yes.

Lisa, stop. Hello?

I'm here.

Tim?

Excuse me.

What the fuck?
- Excuse me.

Here you go.

No, no, no.

Paddles.
No, of course Boris has no paddles.

It's you.

I went for a swim.

Hey, have you seen Boris?

No. Where is that shithead?

Probably lying somewhere, drunk.

Don't worry, he'll turn up.
Here, cheers.

Hey, Merel. What?

I can't hear you.

What's happened?
-ls Lisa with you guys?

She went home on the boat.
What's happened?

Zoe's dead.
- What?

We found her.
And then I got a message...

What's wrong, Merel?

Kim's still at the house.
We've got to go back, come on.

Where are we going?

Kim?

Maybe she's inside.
- Come on.

Merel, run.

Ilse, come on.

Come on.

Merel?

Whoa, easy now.
- Kim.

Merel?
- Kim's dead.

Stay put.

Marcel, everything alright?
- Yeah.

She's been busy here.
Look, everything you need.

You...
You've got to help me, girl.

Well... this is bad.

The killer was wearing a mask.
- We'll find it.

I don't think that woman's
strong enough to...

She was covered in blood, Merel.

That may be, but I believe Merel.

We're not staying here.

Okay?
- I'll take you to a safe place.

Lisa. We forgot about her.
- Where is she?

On the boat. She was drunk.
- Boris is still at the party.

Okay, get in the car.
- I'm not leaving without them.

I'll make a call.
Everything will be fine.

Marcel, we have a situation.

Gross.
- I got you, I got you.

Stand up.

Gross, gross. Ouch.
- Come on.

Oh, my God.
- Can you manage?

Yes.
- Come on then.

Seriously?

Are you barfing back there?
Never mind, let it out.

Gross.
You are so brushing your teeth.

They will be brought to you
as soon as they're found.

Boris.

Whose is this?
- Yours. For the night.

Try to get some sleep.
- You're leaving?

Nobody knows you're here.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

Two murders.
You've stuck me with two murders.

How is that my fault?
- During Sneekweek!

The blood's hers. No mask found.
And she isn't built for a massacre.

I don't care. If there's no other suspect,
I'll charge her first thing tomorrow.

Tourists want to enjoy their vacation,
it's fucking Sneekweek.

What's this?
- Blood test, for that suicide.

Peter?
- Apart from Ritalin...

...he also took antidepressants.
- A lot of people take those.

It's about dosage and combination.

Did you ever read the side effects?

Go on, read them.

High blood pressure, hair loss,
fever, heart failure...

...dizziness, suicidal tendencies.
Good stuff.

How can they be dead?

And why Zoe? She had nothing
to do with it. Now Kim, too.

Could you please shut up?

Nervousness, confusion,
hallucinations and psychosis.

And aggressive behavior.

Not exactly time for meditation, is it?
Seriously, Boris. Who...

Everything, except murderous tendencies.
- I'm taking my kids off the Ritalin.

Shut up, I said.

Ever heard of Prozac killers?

Do the pills drive them crazy
or are they crazy and need pills?

Good question.

Look, a psychiatrist would never
prescribe this many pills.

And Peter never had therapy.
- So he got them from someone else.

But guess who does get therapy?

Don't you think Boris is acting crazy?
- No more than usual.

You don't mean...
- Who else knew about Eric?

Get a grip-

Peter wanted to tell the police everything.
Boris hated him.

What about Zoe? And Kim?
What are you saying?

He might be a pill-popping psychopath.
- Perhaps I am too, then.

You were acting fucking creepy.

What's wrong with you?

Thus?

Boris?

Help. Help me.

No...
- Merel.

Merel.

What are you doing?

Open up.
I've got nothing to do with this.

You really lost your mind now.

Boris.

No, don't. Come here.
- Didn't I fucking say so?

Come on.

Kick him. Kick him.

Climb down.

Merel, get out of here.
- No.

Come on.

Let's get that wet thing off you.

If it wasn't not for you...
- You were right.

It couldn't have been her.

You are in a state of shock.
- Let go.

I'm trying to help.
- Let go of me.

Honestly, don't you recognize me?

All the ducklings
are swimming in the water

You were one of the candidates.
- Eric was my best friend.

It was an accident, I swear.
- Sure.

An accident.

Merel, get in.

Quickly. Drive, drive.
- What happened?

He was...
- What happened?

He's there. There.
- Where is he?

Hold on tight.

What are you doing?

Help.

Let me out. Let me out.

Help.
- Stop. Stop for just a second.

She's awake.

Are you finally going to tell us
everything?

I'll help you:

I killed Eric.

That's all there is to it.
Say it.

I killed Eric.

Say it. I killed Eric.
I killed his baby.

Did you know that sorrow and stress
can kill your baby?

Your body just rejects it.

Because of all of you
I have lost Eric and my baby.

And so everyone has to die?

And what about Zoe?
She had nothing to do with it.

Marcel got confused.
- All those ho's are the same to me.

Boris.
What are you going to do with him?

Didn't you know that Boris suffered from
depression? Pills, shrinks, the works.

A clear-cut court case.
Almost too easy.

Did I forget anything?
- Wait.

Eric took exactly the same pills as Boris.

Here, the instruction leaflet.
Congestive heart failure.

Eric died from a heart attack
induced by pills.

Do you know what your problem is?
You are still trying to pass the buck.

For once, be honest to yourself.

It's not our fault he died.

You could have called for an ambulance
sooner.

But you didn't.

You waited just long enough, didn't you?

That's what I thought.

Finish it.

Finish it.

Lisa.

Oh my god, you're hurt.

Merel...

Merel, look out.

I'm dizzy.
- Don't be such a pussy.

Get the flare.

What should I get?

Merel.

I can't do it.
- Sure you can. You must. Jump.

How fucked up is Sneek?

Mrs Van Dungen?

I'm Merel.

I knew your son.

I was with Eric when he died...

...and we...

We could perhaps have saved him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm terribly sorry.

You were right.

Mifm?

Mrs Van Dungen?