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You're dead meat!

Running won't help you!

Just give it up!

Stay where you are!

We're gonna get you!

You bloody bastard, stop!

We're going to catch you anyway!

We'll get you!

Congratulations, Lynn. The job is yours.

No way, really?

We'd like you to start as early as next week,

as we'd like our ecologist to speak at the Wadden Conference.

Oh, wow, that's amazing.

It's very soon, but I'm looking forward to it.

UNDERCURRENT

Hello there.

Well, well, look who we have here.

The long-lost sister.

Finally.

- Finally? - Yeah.

Finally dumped that Spaniard, you mean.

God, stop it. It took me long enough as it is.

It's been quite a while since I was last here, hasn't it?

Four years or so?

Come on, let's get to the car.

I've felt really guilty, Kev.

You were here for Mum all this time after Dad passed away.

Lynn.

You're here now. That's what matters.

As for Mum...

it's a labour of love.

- I know that, but... - No, Lynn, no excuses.

- We're just glad you're back. - Oh, wait, Mum's calling.

- Hey. - Hey, Mum.

Hey, are you there yet?

I'm here.

MAINLAND

I'm so happy you're back.

Me too, isn't it great?

Yes, and look, Nicole is here too.

Yes, she's still taking good care of me.

Glad to hear it.

I'm so happy to be back, Mum.

I'm just afraid she'll be taking over the house, Mum.

Well, I've already registered, so yeah.

No, I want my brother to have his space.

- Unless you want to sell the house. - No, that's not necessary at all.

I mean, Kevin is doing a great job managing the inheritance,

keeping Dad's spirit alive. It's... No.

This way, I can just keep living the life I'm used to.

Dad always did spoil you, didn't he?

He gave me the space to be creative.

I love you, Mum.-I love you too.

Love you.

Okay, we're almost there. See you soon.

- Bye. - Bye.

Bye, Mum.

There we go. Welcome home.

- Your things were delivered yesterday. - Oh, right.

- Want some help? - No, I'll deal with it later.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

Oh, Jesus.

- What? - This...

Yeah, I thought we could burn it together. Like a ritual.

You're starting to sound like Mum.

No, that would be giving him too much credit.

- Where's that photo with Jan? - Huh?

The one where I'm wearing his Sunneklaas mask.

With that crazy hat.

I think I was ten.

Of course that's the kind of thing you'd remember.

Those things always gave you nightmares.

- They did. - Wait a second.

So, recognise this one?

Definitely. I made that for you.

No, you helped me make it. That's a very different thing.

Do you still take part in the festival?

Of course. I'm an islander.

You, on the other hand... How long has it been?

You know what they do to outsiders during Sunneklaas.

I have a very sweet brother who's going to put in a good word for me.

That's what you think.

Jan!

Lynn. Little one.

I heard the news: you're back and working for the Wadden Sea.

Yeah.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

- Sweetheart. - Good to see you.

I have a favour to ask.

If you don't mind,

I was wondering if you'd help me with planting mussel spat.

I'm looking for sheltered spots for my research.

That's a bit of a sensitive subject right now.

There's a lot of tension between the fishermen

and the conservationists.

Look at me.

- Back to doing it by hand. - Yeah.

Doesn't matter, it's a little extra for me.

But for the other fishermen, it's different.

And what if you helped me anyway?

Have I ever said no to you?

And how's everything else, Jan?

Can't complain, right?

- Good. - Just ticking along.

Jesus!

Sis, take it easy.

Are you insane? What are you doing here?

Glass of wine?

Yes. Jesus...

There you go. Here.

- Cheers. To you. - Yeah, cheers.

I've decided we're going kiting tomorrow.

Kiting?

Yeah, let's see if you've still got it.

- Fine, let's do it. Sounds fun. - Cool.

So, how are you really doing?

Seriously, stop it.

I'm doing great.

All right then, come on.

Drink up.

- Well? - Not bad, I must say.

- Hey, those competitions of yours... - Yeah?

Do they actually pay anything, or do they just cost you money?

Why?

I get prize money, I ferry tourists back and forth...

I rented out our house.

I can pull my own weight. I can't say the same for you.

Please, if anyone's just bumming their way through life, it's you.

By the way, how's that student debt?

Oh, right, my student debt. Good point.

I guess... I don't really know...

- I'm just glad you're back. - No, stop being cynical.

No, I'm actually being serious.

Finally someone reliable who can take over my tours.

- Because I already said yes? - No.

But come on,

you know how much those kite competitions mean to me.

And if you take over a few of my tours...

I can do more competitions.

Everyone wants me, you know. South America, Portugal, you name it.

And we wouldn't want to disappoint those poor people, right?

You are so doing this for the attention.

Well, a little attention never hurt anyone, did it?

Lynn, just to be safe: put your phone and any valuables in the dry bag.

Will do.

What is that?

Coast Guard, this is the Santa Maria.

Dammit, another fisherman washed overboard.

Not a pretty sight, eh?

No, I won't be forgetting that anytime soon.

It's strange though, so close to the tidal divide.

Because the current is slack there?

Lynn!

Oh my God, Boris.

Wow.

- Hey. - Hey.

I heard over the radio that you were here, so I thought...

I'd head over.

Are you okay?

- Need a lift? - Yeah.

- Is that a uniform? - Yeah.

I'm a ranger and in law enforcement,

so no need to be afraid.

So you live here?

Yes.

The mainland never really accepted me anyway.

Those men said it was at a strange spot.

That's the mudflats for you.

As unpredictable as life itself.

Yes, look at us both living here now.

You know what I never quite understood?

Back during our vacations, ever since we were kids...

how you were immediately seen as one of the islanders,

while I always stayed that kid from Groningen who didn't quite fit in.

Well, islanders have a thing for beautiful things.

- Spaniards too, from what I've heard. - Oh, well.

- In a relationship? - No.

Same here. I'm not very good at it.

Hey, jackass!

Could you go any slower?

If only I could ticket people for crossing too slowly.

I'm the law around here; people don't tend to like that.

Have you handed out too many fines?

Could be.

So, if you ever find me dead on the flats, at least you'll know why.

Your jokes haven't exactly improved.

You used to think I was so funny.

I actually always thought you were cheesy.

Drop me off here, I'll walk the last bit to Sunset.

- Okay. - I'm meeting Lies.

Nice.

Hey, do you have time to catch up properly?

- Sure. - Kiss?

You haven't changed a bit.

Hang on, let me grab my gear.

- Look at her go. - Look who's here!

- Hey, honey. - Hey, babe.

- Good to see you. - So good to see you, too.

How was your first day?

Well, if you don't count the dead body...

- A dead body? - Yeah, drowned, out on the flats.

Same thing every year.

Those tourists don't realise how strong the current is here.

It wasn't a swimmer. It was a fisherman.

Right... well, come on, let's get a drink. It'll do you good.

Remember when we used to sneak out to watch the Sunneklaas?

- Yeah, and we got caught, too. - That, too, yeah.

I'd actually love to join in again.

But Kevin says I have to become a "true islander" first.

Then you just have to stop leaving. It'll happen eventually.

Hopefully.

I've missed this so much.

Let her go!

Let her go!

Get away from my sister!

Jan?

Lynn...

Kevin...

this is no night for children.

Go home now.

Go... home...

Now.

Everyone, our investigation into drug trafficking among the fishermen

is now an international collaboration between the Netherlands,

Denmark, Germany and England.

This is Mr Smith.

Mr Smith will be leading the rest of the operation on behalf of Interpol.

So, from now on, the official language will be English.

Mr Smith, the floor is yours.

Thank you, Chief.

Okay.

We've received information that a massive shipment is on its way.

We know exactly which container ship it is.

We expect the dumping of tons of high-grade cocaine

in open sea, around the 10-mile zone.

These floating barrels will be picked up by other boats

and runners to be distributed later.

So we need to get there first, right?

No, no, no.

I'm not interested in local fishermen trying to make a quick buck.

We are going for the man at the top.

Look.

Oh, wow.

She's a sweet ride, Kev.

- Right? Second-hand. - Even so.

Not cheap.

That's why I take every charter I can get.

Okay, so every tour I take over for you...

I'm basically paying off your boat.

See, that's why I love you.

You're so smart.

You are such an asshole.

But these orders don't get passed along over open airwaves.

They are buried deep in the dark web.

Passed on in face-to-face meetings.

We have to handle this a different way.

We follow them from the outside in.

We don't waste time with small fry on the perimeter.

We go straight to the heart of the operation.

Is that understood?

Copy.

Don't worry. I know my people.

I heard you were with Boris?

Geez, nothing stays a secret here, does it?

Welcome back to the island.

If I were you, I'd keep my distance.

Oh, yeah? Since when do you get a say in my life?

You have a habit of picking the wrong men,

so I figured he'd fit right in.

Men like you?

Don't be so serious, sis.

Is that a shrimp trawler?

Why is he coming in from the North Sea?

He's made his money for the day.

My last girlfriend was really into figurines and knick-knacks and stuff.

And you thought: I'll just strip the place bare.

Bare?

Bare?

Then you haven't seen this yet.

- It gives off heat, too. - Really?

- Do you like it here? - Uh...

Yeah. It takes some getting used to.

You really do feel like a stranger again.

But didn't you go to the police academy?

I did.

But now I'm a ranger.

I don't know, I always got along better with animals than people.

But enough about me.

Is...

is Spain completely over now?

Yeah.

I should have ended it much sooner.

With me, it was all at once...

- But are you okay? - Is this wine any good?

Shall I just open yours instead?

No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

I just... I never really talk about it.

I don't really have any family left to talk to, anyway.

It must be nice, having a brother like you do.

Yeah, it is.

He can be an asshole, though.

Do you see Kevin often?

No.

Which is strange, actually.

I'm just a bit worried the current is too strong here.

Yeah, could be.

Words aren't really your thing, are they, Jan?

No.

- Let's check a bit further up. - Right.

You've been spotted.

Spotted?

With our law enforcement officer.

Does this island have eyes or what?

He's actually quite nice, you know.

A bit pushy sometimes, but I can handle that.

Good to hear.

Hey, jackass! Leave those kids alone for once.

You're always baiting me.

- No, I'm not doing anything. - You're doing it all the time...

Doing what? I haven't done a thing.

I'm warning you one last time.

- About what? - You just need to knock it off.

- Hey. - Hey.

- I'm not interrupting anything, am I? - You are, but I don't mind.

- We're going to the beach. - What, now?

If you want.

Okay. Let's have a picnic, then?

Okay.

I always use an app for the currents.

Oh, yeah, I've heard of that one.

It gives you the most recent changes. It's a great tool.

Shall I install it for you?

Go ahead.

Wait. It's not working. Hold on.

There.

- Okay. - Okay. You ready?

No, you did not just do that.

- No, I don't believe you. - I'm serious. I'm gonna...

- What the fuck is he doing? - I don't know.

There's just some crazies out there. You okay?

Yeah.

Jesus.

Feel like a swim?

- Now? - Why not?

With this current?

I know these waters. I swim here every day.

Or are you scared?

No.

Come on, then!

A fun fact is that seals can live to be around 25 years old on average.

And in about an hour and a half, this will be completely underwater

and then we'll sail right through here.

AT MY PLACE TONIGHT?

Whoa.

- Whoa. - Stop it.

Could you not look at me like that?

Sorry. How do you want me to look, then?

- Maybe just... don't. For a second. - Okay.

Boris?

Kevin.

So, do you have everything under control?

I certainly hope so.

And what's this I hear, your sister is back?

Is that right?

Anyway, the last delivery was top-notch.

Keep it up, kid.

Thank you.

But listen.

Your next job is very important.

Everything has to be perfect. Do you understand?

Here. You know how these things work, right?

And I have an advance for you.

Kevin...

no mistakes.

I expect that from you.

I think we really need to talk soon.

I don't think so.

Now go.

Go.

This is the voicemail of Boris du Bois. Please leave a message after the beep.

Hey, Boris, it's Lynn. I...

you were already gone early this morning and I...

I left my watch at your place. So stupid of me.

Would it be okay if I came by to pick it up?

This is totally unacceptable.

Our key man... Dead.

How the hell could this happen?

We had absolutely no reason to assume that he might be in danger.

This man was your undercover. He was our source.

Somebody blew his cover.

- No. - This was a hit.

What I want to know is, why wasn't he better protected?

Sir?

I actually talked to him recently.

Yes, and?

It was a while ago, but...

before I talked to him

I saw him having a heated argument with a man.

- And? - Yes, sorry,

I was too far away to hear anything and I couldn't even see who the guy was.

However, I did later ask him what it was about,

but he denied anything was going on.

Why didn't you tell me?

What do we have on him?

We're investigating the link between him and the first victim.

It's very possible that they figured him out.

Tomorrow you go and visit that ecologist.

Tomorrow, you'll be canvassing the neighbourhood.

Good luck, guys. Those islanders never tell anything.

- Hi. - Hi, sorry to bother you.

Stefan de Jong, detective.

Detective?

Maybe it's better if I come inside.

Yes, of course, please come in.

- It's about Boris du Bois. - Has something happened to him?

I'm afraid I have to inform you that he was found dead on the mudflats.

Drowned, most likely.

I'm sorry you had to hear this news from me like this.

I can come back later, if you prefer.

On the mudflats?

How did he...

When?

That's still under investigation.

What we do know is that he had alcohol in his system.

When did you last see him?

I... We... The day before yesterday.

And what time did he leave the next day?

Uh...

He was already gone when I woke up.

- What was your relationship with him? - Just old friends.

The locals here said you were together.

No.

No, it was just friendship.

I haven't spoken to him since. I only...

I called him, yes. You can check my phone if you want,

but I'd left my watch at his place and...

I just don't understand it.

He knew all the currents so well, he was a great swimmer,

he went into...

into the sea every day, so surely...

Surely something else must have happened?

We suspect as much.

But at this moment, unfortunately, we don't know anything yet.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Then I'll leave you to it.

I'll make sure your watch gets back to you.

If anything else comes up, if you think of anything,

or if you just want to talk,

here's my number.

Again, I'm sorry you had to hear it from me like this.

No? Okay, thank you anyway.

Absolutely nothing.

Yeah, what is it?

Boris is dead.

Fuck.

Okay, let's meet on the boat.

According to Boris, the next smuggling operation is planned

exactly during Sunneklaas,

when everyone will be too distracted by all the activities going on

so they won't notice anything suspicious.

Important fact: all men wear masks during the festival,

that's part of the tradition.

So identification will be very hard.

Almost impossible.

What kind of festival is it?

It's a pagan fertility ritual,

where women and children are not allowed on the streets,

where men blow horns and run through the streets

to chase away evil spirits, women and outsiders.

And our man comes from this island?

- Yes. - Yeah.

What happened to Boris?

We had nothing to do with his death.

Boris was our informant, you idiot.

How would we know what the police are up to?

Maybe it was the Poles

who always come here from the Baltic region.

And honestly, he was a prick.

And he wanted way too much money for his intel.

But with all these bodies, the police are on high alert now.

We can't afford any more mistakes.

Hey.-Hey, you okay?

Have you heard the news yet?

Yeah.

Yeah, no, it's terrible.

Do you want me to come home?

No.

I don't really know what to say, sis.

Some islanders hated his guts.

Yeah, and now that he's dead...

It sounds harsh, but maybe it's for the best,

at least for the other islanders.

How can you say that about someone who's dead?

Asshole.

Damn.

It's not normal for him to be that blunt, is it?

- Who, Kevin? - Yes.

Yeah, it's a bit strange, but...

Look, I'm sorry,

but you being with Boris, that became the talk of the island.

And that guy is trouble through and through.

He even checked my closing times.

That was just his job.

- Yeah. - Yeah. What I...

What I had with him wasn't serious at all, but I...

I don't get it. He was a great swimmer, knew all the currents.

- How can you drown, then? - I don't know either.

Kevin also said everyone hated him.

- Yeah, so? - So, I...

I have my doubts about all this.

I can see why.

But how can someone like you

fall for a guy like that, again?

- What do you mean? - Well...

So you think I'm stupid?

- No. - Yes, you do.

- No, I'm not. - That's what you're saying.

I'm not in the mood for this.

- Sorry, Lies, I'm really not. - Look, Lynn. Please.

- I'm really not in the mood. - Oh, come on. I'm sorry.

Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it like that.

Come on, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it.

I'm going for a walk.

Beachcombing?

And cleaning up.

I'm Lynn, by the way.

I know.

Can I ask you something?

This might sound strange,

but what was going on between you and the ranger?

Aha.

Did he screw you over, too?

No, I actually meant,

was there anything going on between him and others?

He scared the kids.

I teach them how to beachcomb.

What to watch out for.

He threatened them.

Told them it was illegal.

And ever since, I always greeted him with "Hey, jackass."

I'm the law around here.

People don't tend to like that.

Kevin?

Hey.

I was getting worried about you.

So I thought, I might as well head home

and comfort my little sister.

Yes, but Jan, he was a great swimmer,

and I want to know if it was an accident or not.

Someone dying isn't just some speck of dust you can brush away, is it?

It's like nobody even cares.

Maybe they just want to forget.

Why?

He handed out fines, and rumour has it,

sometimes just for fun.

And if you're not from the island, you're out before you know it.

That's just bizarre.

Lynn...

every island is a kind of free state, with its own rules and values.

He was nice to you, wasn't he?

Isn't that enough, then?

These are Boris' own words:

"I am an island within an island."

It is that very headstrong nature that defined him.

A sense of: "I decide who I am and what I do."

Boris is now being returned to nature in his place of birth.

Merging with nature, like an island.

Farewell, Boris. And safe travels.

He wasn't exactly well-liked on the island, was he?

No, indeed... He wasn't very well-liked, no.

Do you happen to know if he had a conflict with anyone?

There's no point knowing that anymore, is there?

Why were you there?

I wanted to talk to some family members.

And?

Well, I didn't get much out of them.

It could still be anything.

Murder, too?

We're looking into every possibility.

How are you holding up?

It's kind of you to ask.

But?

I just don't quite understand why I'm so angry.

We weren't actually that close, really.

It affects you more than you think.

Are you a psychologist or a police officer?

Sorry.

Lynn. I'm not always on the island,

but know that you can just call me.

Thank you.

- I didn't order anything. - This one's on me.

People find it annoying that you ask so many questions about Boris.

I'm allowed to ask questions, aren't I?

Sure, just don't interrogate. Okay?

Fine, so I'm not allowed to ask anything. Why not, exactly?

- Lynn. - What? It's true, isn't it?

But I get it.

Because you all know more than you're letting on, right?

Right? Fuck it.

All right, guys, a little something on the house.

Boy, oh boy...

Nothing but thrills and spills on this island.

Stefan de Jong.

Someone just threw a brick through my window.

- Fuck. - The guy was still standing there.

He just walked away.

Okay, listen,

I'll book a hotel room and arrange for a pickup.

- Okay. - It's going to be okay, all right?

- Okay, thanks. - I'll see you there tomorrow?

See you tomorrow.

- Hey, are you okay? - Hey.

I'm managing.

Let's go get a drink, okay?

Is there any news yet?

You know the people here. Nobody heard or saw a thing.

But meanwhile, they know everything about you.

A sort of island neighbourhood watch.

And yet, I still love this island.

WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

HAVING LUNCH AT SUNSET!

Lynn, on another note...

We're getting anonymous reports linking you to his death.

No, seriously.

But you don't believe that, do you?

No, but meanwhile, you have a brick through your window.

And maybe that's because you're asking too many questions.

- But I'm allowed to ask, aren't I? - Lynn.

I really think it's better if you go to the mainland.

Well, I really think it's better if I don't.

Just do it.

Look, I live here, okay?

It's really safer that way.

There you go.

Some nice bitterballen.

- Thank you. - Enjoy.

- Go ahead. - No, you have one.

Are you sure?

Hey, just a tip: you might want to blow on it first.

Do you have siblings?

Two older sisters, yeah.

They used to tear each other's hair out,

but since they moved out,

they see each other every day.

Yeah, I'm close with my brother too.

But I have to say, he still meddles in my life.

Telling me what to do, who to hang out with.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

- Yeah? - Yeah, my sisters are the same.

- Well, you're the youngest, so... - Yeah. Spoiled.

- Sure you don't want this last piece? - That piece?

No, you take it.

Lynn. What happened? Are you okay?

Kev, this is Stefan. Detective.

Hi.

Hi.

My brother doesn't handle authority well.

- I have that problem too. - Oh.

- Got a minute? - Yeah.

Sorry.

- Maybe you just don't know everything. - And you do?

Kev, do you know more?

You're only investigating because you were sleeping with him

and didn't want to see that he was dirty.

You're just like you used to be.

Always obsessively investigating something.

You know me, don't you?

Lynn...

the islanders like you,

but if you go around accusing them of things...

Then what?

Then it'll come back to bite you.

So that's why I have to leave the island, according to the cops?

Or I'll get another brick through my window.

- Cops? - Yeah, the police.

- Lynn. - What?

I'm here for you, okay?

I'm going to help you.

Did I ruin your date?

It wasn't a date.

As far as Boris is concerned...

I got along with the guy well enough at first,

until he thought he was king of the island.

Then he just became a nasty little pest.

A real parasite.

He ruined lives.

I'm driving myself crazy.

What else is new?

Shall we go see Mum soon?

Go for a nice dinner or something.

Yeah, sounds good.

But it'll be after Sunneklaas. I'm too busy right now.

- Here, extra fuel. - Great, thank you.

- If you could just sign here. - Yes.

You're renting it for a week?

Yes, I have to attend the Wadden Conference after that.

Are you from the island?

Quite a story about that ranger. Did you know him?

Sound travels far across the sea.

I don't know what they told you, but I'm just here for my research.

Well, good luck with that. I'll see you in a week.

Fisherman! Hello!

Could you help me for a second?

- Hi, good day. - Good morning.

I'm researching the mussel population, among other things,

and I wondered if you might know a good spot for mussel seed.

Somewhere sheltered would be best.

You conservationists are ruining the whole trade.

And now you're asking me for help?

I could also ask why you're fishing the North Sea at night.

- Piss off. - What?

- Get lost, didn't you hear me? - No need to be so rude.

Get lost! Get out of here!

Well, that seems like a huge overreaction.

I've known the man for years. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

He said right away I'm ruining his trade.

I talked back, but that's only logical, isn't it?

Look, those fishermen... they see your kind as a threat.

Our kind?

It's because of our kind there's still fish to catch.

If you're here to lecture me, you can figure it out yourself.

I didn't mean it like that. I...

Okay.

Sis!

A boom almost hit me in the head just now.

What?

I only asked a shrimper why he was coming from the North Sea.

Jesus, Lynn, can't you ever just stay out of things?

And that harbourmaster couldn't have cared less.

- Gruff guy, wearing a cap? - Yeah, do you know him?

No, not really.

But I hear he's a decent guy and a good harbourmaster.

Will you please just be a bit careful?

- Talk to you later, okay? - Yeah, okay.

So it was over the marine radio, full of static.

That bitch from the Wadden saw me. She was researching there.

I'm not going back out on the North Sea. Let that slick kiter fetch it himself.

Shit.

He says that the kitesurfer should do it,

because he himself was seen by the lady doing research on the Wadden Sea.

- What the hell is she doing out there? - That's on me.

There was a lot happening on the island,

so I advised her to do her research somewhere else.

Because it might be safer for her.

What are you playing at? What is going on here?

Because it would be safer for her.

Maybe we're lucky.

He mentioned a kitesurfer.

We might have a stronger case now.

A strong case? We don't even have a strong lead.

This is all background noise.

We stay on them.

And the next time your team starts having thoughts,

you discuss it with me first, please.

Sorry.

Overfishing is not just a problem for the future.

We all see that the Wadden Sea is changing.

Due to fishing activities, the seabed has been disturbed in many places,

and this has consequences.

Mussel beds are disappearing and seagrass is struggling to return.

We ask for cooperation,

for understanding...

Goddammit.

Shut her... Let go of me!

Fishermen need to fish!

We ask for cooperation,

for understanding and for the willingness to explore

new, sustainable fishing methods together.

That is why I ask you: let us stop thinking in the short term.

Let us fish with respect.

Let us work together instead of...

instead of fighting.

Not against each other, but for the sea.

Nice speech. Well done. Must be nice, getting that job.

They told me I shouldn't even bother applying.

I'M COMING BACK.

I thought I'd come to you first.

Before I get another brick thrown at my head.

It feels like everything is falling apart.

Yes.

There was a very good reason for that.

Boris.

If you let this go, the island will let you be.

I'm only telling you this because I trust you.

Duty calls.

Hungover?

- Lynn? - Hey, I'm at Boris' house.

- And I think I... - You're at Boris'?

Wait, you can't just barge in like that.

I'm already here, but I think I remember something. I think he...

I think he left around five o'clock.

Wait, in the morning?-Yes, in the morning.

I just looked it up,

that's halfway through the incoming tide.

Which means...

Which means that the current is at its strongest.

- Okay. - How could he be so stupid?

But you'd both been drinking, right?

Yes, far too much.

I don't get... I should have just stopped him.

Lynn, don't think like that. There's no point.

He was found around one thirty at low tide, right?

Yes.

So it lines up with the current.

Yes.

Yeah, that confirms the autopsy report.

Hey, Lynn, no more forced entries, okay?

- All right? - All right.

- And the time of death is official? - Yes.

Yes, he was found in the afternoon.

On the incoming tide, the strong current pulls you toward the flats.

Are you relieved?

Actually, I am.

It was a stupid accident.

It's still terrible, of course, but...

WILL YOU BE HOME SOON?

IN AN HOUR!

Hey, shall we do Sunneklaas together?

I don't think the islanders are very happy with me, are they?

Oh, please, of course they are.

What is he doing out there?

- Is that Kevin? - I think so.

IS THAT YOU ON THAT RIB?

There you go.

And this is the tracker for the next shipment.

We need to fish out all the drugs; we're talking millions here.

- Be glad you're getting anything. - Fuck off, man.

Keep your fucking hands off my sister.

Is something wrong?

The fact that he's a prick.

And he should be glad I'm relieving him of his duties.

And he's blind.

He doesn't see the danger his own sister poses.

But I don't give a damn, because I'm done with him.

I've already found a replacement.

But make no mistake,

the person we're working with isn't the type you want to cross.

Understood?

And that goes for your sister, too.

Or we'll just handle it ourselves, right?

Asshole!

Scumbag!

And all these photos were found at Boris' place?

Yes. What did your brother think of him, anyway,

that Boris was acting like the king of the island?

- Why? - You said so, didn't you?

Me?

Kevin thought he was terrible.

Was this photo at Boris' too?

That's weird. I have a photographic memory,

I should've seen this.

Maybe even you can't remember everything?

And this is the dead man, right? The one I saw?

Yes.

His identity is known now. A fisherman from Harlesiel.

Harlesiel? Where's that?

Port town on the German Wadden Sea.

A drug ship from there was intercepted a while ago.

I saw a boat at night. A ship...

I think with the letters H and A. Could that be Harlesiel?

Maybe that's the ship I saw. So it could be drug-related.

You missed your calling.

GRABBING DRINKS ON VLIELAND!

A scientist, right? When I search...

I don't let go.

YOU GUYS NEVER SAW EACH OTHER, RIGHT?

- Lynn, what the hell are you doing? - Listen, Kev... Boris, he...

I don't even know that photo. This makes no sense at all.

Mind your own business or go see a shrink for your paranoia, okay?

I'm sorry, what?

One moment, please.

- Yeah, what is it now? - All this goddamn money, what is this?

Well, what do you think?

Did you forget I'm the one managing Mum's inheritance?

Her care and where she lives cost us 8,000 euros a month!

Or would you rather let her rot in some free dump?

What? I...-I'm doing this for our mother.

And if you don't agree with it, you deal with it!

I'm sorry, this is still not enough.

We missed it by seconds, not enough time to trace his location.

What if we confront Kevin with the recordings?

Look, I'm sorry, this is not enough evidence

to bring a winnable case in court. Okay?

Or to force him to work for us.

Otherwise our whole operation is pointless.

OUR SPOT?

So, he took the replacement well?

Correct.

And you? Do you still want to push through?

Why? Because of his sister?

What is it?

I've said it before:

Your sister is a bigger threat than you think.

And if you don't do something about it, we will.

Listen to me,

I'm the one making sure you earn money.

Without me, you're nothing.

I'm the only one who talks to my sister.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

- Yeah. - Great.

I'll call you!

Fucking asshole.

That's not inheritance money, it's drug money.

- Right, Kevin? - Lynn, please.

You're going to the police now.

- You can't do that to Mum. - Oh, really? Why not?

Because she thinks it's Dad's inheritance.

So it is drugs.

No.

No, we have two huge mortgages and Mum needs care, right?

- Lynn, I worked my ass off. - Oh, really?

Yes.

I tried renting out the house, I tried everything,

- but it just wasn't enough. - Bullshit.

- No. - Yes.

How was I supposed to tell you?

Mum was a mess.

And you were in Spain crying over Dad and that prick of a boyfriend.

Oh, you're bringing that up now?

Would you have believed me

if I said Dad pretended to be rich...

but didn't have a cent to his name?

You're making this up. Dad wasn't like that.

See? How you're reacting right now?

It's true.

There is no inheritance.

Even if I sold both houses, it still wouldn't be enough to care for Mum.

Sure, you use that money for yourself, don't you?

For your fancy life.

Right?

You know what?

Dad wore a mask.

To us as kids,

it was a beautiful mask.

Oh, and you don't?

What were you even thinking?

"I'll fix it, I'll just call a criminal

and say: Give me money and I'll give you drugs?"

Who do you think you're dealing with?

Since when?

I had the RIB, of course...

and I used it once to help a friend out of a jam,

and before I knew it...

they used it against me to make me do other jobs.

- So it has nothing to do with Dad. - It does.

It does, Lynn. I...

It's all just spinning out of control.

So many expenses. What would you do?

- Man, you're lying. - No!

Lynn, Mum was falling apart, don't you see?

She couldn't have handled the truth.

This was the only way to get money. And yeah...

I took that chance.

But I'm done with it.

I'm stopping.

I don't even recognise you anymore.

Listen, you go to the police. If you don't, I will.

Who are these people?

Who are these people?

It's better if you don't know too much.

It's too dangerous.

I have friends and family, otherwise I...

- Lynn! - No! You're putting us all in danger.

Hey, Mum.-Hey, honey, how lovely.

Sorry, but is it okay if I stop by tomorrow?

Yes, of course. What a silly question.

That would be great!

Okay, see you tomorrow.-Yes, see you tomorrow.

- Chief. - Yes?

Look, I think we should take her off the wire.

We need to stop trying to get to him through her.

It will never hold up in court.

- Stefan... - Am I wrong?

- Problems? - Mr Smith.

Well... actually, yes, there is.

We're targeting an innocent woman.

We sent that forest ranger after her.

We are the reason that she got surrounded by suspects.

We even used a Photoshopped picture

to squeeze something out of her about her brother.

And even worse, we're the ones

who got her on the island in the first place.

What if those guys find out

that the woman from the Wadden is actually his sister?

There's no indication that they know.

Besides, in the criminal world, family is the weakest link.

Our own informant had access to her,

right up to the point where he was murdered.

Look, she can shake him,

make him second-guess himself. Maybe he makes a slip-up.

We brought her in for a reason.

"The islanders don't talk." Your words.

And you were the one who was supposed to gain her trust.

And now he wants to marry her?

Nice. Thank you.

Another dead body.

Hi, come on in.

- Well, hello there. - Mum.

Good to see you again.

I put that box with all of your father's things out for you.

- Thank you. - But what are you looking for, exactly?

- I need to find something for Kev... - Honey, sit down for a moment.

Come here, please.

How are you really doing?

Aren't you pushing yourself too hard?

No.

Okay.

Mum, it was just a stupid accident.

The current and the alcohol.

Does that make it easier for you? Knowing it was an accident?

I don't know. Maybe.

But it's also just the island. The silence drives me crazy sometimes.

Well, they always thought I was odd,

but your father was embraced by all those islanders.

But then, sitting at a bar making small talk just isn't for me.

But you and your brother... you fit right in from the start.

Right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm going to check that box, Mum.

Oh, Kevin.

He's made his money for the day.

I always use an app for the currents.

Shall I install it for you?

I got along with the guy well enough at first,

until he thought he was king of the island.

What did your brother think of him, anyway,

that Boris was acting like the king of the island?

- Why? - You said so, didn't you?

Me?

Congratulations, Lynn. The job is yours.

We'd like you to start as early as next week.

They told me I shouldn't even bother applying.

Was this photo at Boris' too?

- I don't even know that photo. - Do you see Kevin often?

No.

Fuck!

I think there are already too many opinions.

No, now you listen.

I want Kevin arrested the second those fishermen

haul in the drugs during Sunneklaas. We're going to bust them.

And then we're going to make them testify against Kevin.

And you'll have the fishermen, but no solid evidence.

I don't care. I want him taken in.

We've got a link.

Our dead man goes by the name Remmers.

A shrimp fisherman. Again.

His family recognised his voice from the tape.

And a friend of our first victim.

- The one from Harlesiel? - Yeah.

Our German colleagues keep a permanent eye on the other fishermen.

It's very, very clear.

Anybody who gets in their way...

Yeah.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

They're saying hello to me again.

- Have you had enough now, too? - Yes, otherwise I'll go crazy.

Jan, I have a question.

You said about that shrimper: He's made his money for the day.

Had he fished something up that night?

Could be.

Drugs?

When you're up to your neck in trouble...

think of all the investments they've made,

and then they change the regulations again. It's a disaster.

I'm not trying to justify it,

but I can well imagine that at some point...

you make a choice you once thought: "Better not do that."

You're here already.

I left it over there for a moment.

I have some questions for you.

You claim I told you Kevin felt

that Boris was acting like the king of the island.

- Yes. - But that's not true.

That's what Kevin told me.

Can you explain that?

Or do I need to go get my phone?

No, that won't be necessary.

Sorry.

It's out now. Anything else?

Okay, what I'm about to say is strictly off the record.

Boris was our informant in exchange for leniency.

His death was for the investigation...

Investigation? What investigation?

An investigation into me or Kevin?

I'd love to tell you everything, but...

Yeah, but you can't. You're with the police.

Believe me, I always want what's best for you.

Why did you want me off the island, then?

- I told you that to protect you. - To protect me?

I've been wiretapped this whole time. And you want me to believe you?

That photo of Kevin, is it real?

I never agreed with wiretapping you or lying to you.

I always said they should keep you out of it.

Why are you even here?

Are you here for the investigation, or are you here for me?

Lynn...

For you.

Hey.

Sorry, I forgot my phone.

Thank you.

I understand if you don't want to see me anymore, because...

- You're already here, aren't you? - Yeah, I'd better go then.

Wait.

Just come inside, you idiot.

- Okay, your turn again. - Right, okay. So, I was a man.

An actor, a famous actor, very famous movies.

- Something with a boat. - Well, then you know it.

- Right? - Yeah, Johnny Depp.

Right? Wait, in Pirates.

Come on, think.

A different boat, a great actor.

- A very famous movie. - Yeah, okay, Titanic. I got it.

Leonardo, right? Yeah, okay.

Well, that was pretty quick, wasn't it?

Yeah, very good.

- Don't look. - No, I'm not looking. I'm looking away.

- Don't look. - No, I'm not looking.

Am I a woman?

No. Yes. No.

She's with that cop again.

Kevin's sister?

She's way too dangerous for us.

Time to take her out.

- Espresso, right? - Yes, please.

Morning to you too.

Good morning.

I...

Kevin...

You had to go to Tenerife, right? For that kite competition.

Yeah.

I just came by to say goodbye.

But I see you're busy, so...

I won't disturb you any further.

You don't have to leave on my account.

No, it's okay. My flight's soon anyway.

I'll text you as soon as I land, okay?

- Good luck. - Thanks.

Take good care of her, okay?

I should get going too.

- Yeah? - For sure.

Well, you're not getting rid of me that easily.

Our colleagues have looked like idiots at airports for 48 hours now.

That's really what she said.

Could he have departed via Hamburg?

There's a team there too. Looking like idiots.

Yeah.

But Mr Interpol here said:

Do not make any arrests without my permission.

And I followed that.

Could you please just get the hell out? Now?

Kevin.

Yeah?

We're calling it off.

The police are way too close for comfort.

That's not a problem. Then we're done with your sister, too.

What's on your mind?

Just that everything is different on an island.

Everything's a bit slower.

Slower, yes, but no less complicated.

Come on.

Listen to the wind.

You're sweet.

The two suspects are ready to take the ferry to Ameland.

The investigation is...

Is it difficult?

Yes, it's tricky.

With friends and such?

Yes, with friends.

Wasn't it strange that your brother dropped by so suddenly?

And then he left just as fast.

Something about kiting, right?

- Kiting? - Yeah, didn't he have to go?

Catch a flight for that competition?

Oh, right, no... that's just an inside joke.

Whenever we say...

"Hey, shouldn't you be kiting?" it means: get lost.

It sounds better than "Piss off, you're ruining the mood."

Goddammit!

We're in position, over.

Yes.

Yes, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Goddammit.

All for fucking nothing.

What?

The ship is already here.

We've got teams in position here and here.

The drop is supposed to be here. Right?

And now we get a voicemail from the Germans

that the two suspects are on the ferry on their way to Ameland.

Now what the hell are they supposed to do on Ameland?

Another reckoning, perhaps.

Okay then, what should we do?

I mean, we're already playing chess on three boards.

We've got teams keeping an eye on the drop,

teams keeping an eye on the outliers

and we've got Stefan here. On Ameland.

By himself.

Alone.

Could this be to fool you

with this whole Sunneklaas thing?

Shit.

Dees, Vince, get to Stefan right now. Move!

Copy that, we're on our way.

Dammit.

Everyone wants you to be there. So you have to come.

- Lies, I... - Come on. Let's go.

Come now, hurry up. Time to party.

We aren't certain yet,

but those German fishermen are heading for the island now.

Keep an eye on them and follow them.

Copy that. Understood.

Dammit.

Lynn, call me when you hear this.

I thought you were going to ram us straight in there.

No.

Look at this, lively, isn't it? Hey, guys!

Hey.

- Hey, what are you doing with my men? - Easy, kid.

He's already taken care of it.

Don't show your face here again, it's way too dangerous.

Nothing happened. What could possibly happen to me?

The matter is settled, this is the end of the line, okay?

Otherwise, you'll end up like the fisherman.

- What? - Back off.

You and Baby here will stay at a hotel tonight.

And he'll take you across the border tomorrow.

I can walk by myself.

Move.

Whatever happens, keep your mask on.

Is that really necessary?

Yes, it's absolutely necessary. We're supposed to blend in, aren't we?

Exactly. Respect the tradition. Otherwise, we'll stand out immediately.

But if the Germans are in costume, how will we recognise them?

That's a good question. We'll figure it out.

I'll tell you in a minute.

I need to pee.

Move.

Keep moving.

Now get off. Get the hell out.

Now hurry up, get lost!

Get off!

- Hey. - Hey.

- To you being here, honey. - Cheers.

Cheers. Recognised anyone yet?

I think so, yeah.

We're going to sneak along later, right?

Come on.

Okay, let's do it.

Some lemonade for you guys. Cheers.

See those two over there? That's them.

They might be meeting the drug runners at the beach,

but it could also be a revenge mission.

- Have you warned Lynn yet? - She's not picking up.

- And her brother? - No idea where he is.

So he could still be walking around here too.

Yes, exactly.

In any case, whatever happens, we keep tailing them.

Remember the masks and watch their hands.

Look, check the fingers.

Two more beers? Two beers for the guys.

All good here?

Two beers.

- Let's go. - I've got your back.

- Where am I going? - Straight ahead.

- Okay, and then? - That way.

Get over here! You're coming back inside.

Oh, my heart...

I don't think I see anything here.

Oh, no, come on, move, move!

Get 'em! Get 'em!

Keep your eyes peeled, guys. Don't lose them.

Eyes on them, keep looking.

Dammit.

Shit.

Guys, stay focused.

Oh, hell, more clowns.

Watch them. Don't lose sight of them.

- You guys, go that way. - We're on it, okay.

Go, go, go!

Lynn, listen. Boris had gone too far again.

He saw the beachcomber take something from the surf and confronted him.

They started fighting and Boris got caught in a rip current,

and the strong undertow pulled him under.

It was an accident.

No one on this island

wants an innocent person to end up in prison.

Or for a family to be destroyed.

No, don't! Don't go after him, they'll catch you.

Hey, hands off!

Let me see.

Dude, what are you doing?

Dammit.

Get a grip, man.

Vince, Dees, do you have anything?

- No, it wasn't them. - Shit.

Chief, we lost them.

What?

Team Bravo, I want you on Ameland right now.

Over.

But, Chief, the drop is about to happen at any moment now, over.

To the island, now!

I can't go on.

Let's go.

Wait!

Hold on!

Come on, Lynn, pick up. Lynn? Come on, Lynn.

Hey, wait! Stop it, let me go!

Let me go, man. Let go!

Let go!

Lynn!

Back off! Get lost!

Let me go.

- Who the hell are you? - Police! Police!

Screw you! Get out of here!

Filthy slut!

Get back! Stay back!

That way!

- Kev. - Are you okay?

Kev, you're bleeding.

Are you okay?

You have to go.

- No. - Yes, you have to go. Now.

Go!

Lynn!

Lynn!

Check them.

- Stefan. - Hey.

- Are you okay? - I'm okay.

You're safe now. You're safe.

Chief, we've got two dead suspects here.

We don't know what happened yet, but the woman is still alive.

Stupid Dutch people.

Oh, wait, I'll go.

- Sure? - Yes. Back in a minute.

And Kevin?

Haven't heard a word.

Probably out kiting somewhere.

You're starting to sound like a real islander.

You should dance more.

Yes!