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PIM THE SAVIOR
STOP RACISM

GREEN OFFENSIVE

Monday, May 6
Radio interview - 5:00 p. m.

Ayse?

Coming!

- I closed the window. It was drafty.
- That's fine.

- When is your flight?
-8:00 p. m.

But I have to buy some things,
so I'll be going.

When will you be back?

That depends.
If my brother can buy the land...

- Do you still speak Turkish?
- I'll take a dictionary.

Will Wouter see you off?

I hope so. He said he would.
I don't know. You never do.

- I have to go.
- Okay.

- Thanks.
- Be good. I'll be in touch.

Be nice to Mommy, darling.

- Give Volkert a kiss for me.
- I will.

It's Wouter!

Hello, Miss Him.

Van Dam speaking,

It's Fortune, 5:00 p. m.,
Hilversum Studios.

Those are enormous sums of money,

Can I have your necktie, Pim?

No,

Why not?

Because Pim Fortuyn's a poor man,

I have to wear it again,

If I pay?

If you give me a nice smile,
but I need it tonight,

MAY 6th

Hey.

Hey.

I shoot celebs for the gossip column
these days.

Again?

- Yes.
- Cigarette?

I quit.

Take a seat.

Nice. How are you?

Bad! Who wants to be in Hilversum?

Who doesn't?
It all happens here.

- What?
- The heart of Dutch showbiz.

You're better off in a whore's coffin
than visiting here.

I wouldn't be seen dead here.

even the Queen can vote like that,

It's me.

- hey, princess!
- You still love me?

- I do my best,
- What did you say?

- Where are you?
- I just left the airport.

- You still love me?
- I do my best.

What gives these days?

What highbrow TV show
employs me?

Right.

Sunny home. For the ratings.

And without a sugar daddy,
I'm glad to be here.

I often wonder who to give a blow job
to get out of this rut.

But I thank my lucky stars I'm here.

And you?

As a top photographer,
I can't complain.

- I work for the NRC...
- Sure!

...and earn as a paparazzi.

You're the vulture.
I'm your prey.

You lead us on.
That's why I'm here.

When I did amateur theater,
I played in Pinter's Caretaker.

I played several layers.

- Existential loneliness.
- Great.

Alienation, people's inability
to make real contact.

And just when I had got through
my premiere,

my father came and said:

"I didn't get it,
but you've got a nice ass. "

Lots of men with moustaches.
Why don't you have one?

I don't need it to kiss
the world's softest lips.

That's very poetic,

That's me.

You bring out the best in me,

Would I fancy you as much
if you were a terrorist?

- Sure.
- I fear you're right.

I wish you were with Al-Qaeda,

Sure.

It's my mother.

It's my mother!

You used to be artistic.

These days, you pay the alimony
and shut up.

No time for artistic bullshit.

You're a jerk.

Don't get you ass kicked someday.

- Hey, where are you?
- Dudok Bar,

Will you be nice to me?

Nice? More than nice.

As long as that red light is on...

It was lovely to be here,

See you, beautiful.

- Have a nice day.
- You too.

- Say hello for me,
- enjoy!

Jim speaking.

I'm on your boat and can't take Mom.

- What's up?
- I can't sleep at Hamid's.

I want to live here.

Calm down.
I can't understand you.

Tell Mom I'll call her tomorrow, okay?

Moron!

Hello. Jim de Booy, NRC.

- Get lost.
- I'm from the paper.

I'm with Donald Duck.
Now, get lost.

Marian, was he stabbed or shot?

Six shots were heard,

Some reports suggest ten shots,

That's all we know here right now,

We're close to the spot
where it happened,

- And the perpetrators?
- he was on the air with Ruud de Wild,

he walked outside,
got in the car and was shot,

That's the latest news,

Can you say anything
about Pim Fortuyn's condition now?

or don't you know?

No one knows right now,

Pim Fortune was shot in hilversum
at about 6:00 this evening,

Witnesses say he was hit
by six bullets,

according to Radio 1,

Let's drink to that!

eyewitnesses say he was killed,
but that hasn't been confirmed,

he was hit in the neck,
chest, and head,

Dave Abspoel is on the spot,

I'm beside the entrance
to Radio 3 FM,

Pim Fortune is lying
about 100 feet from here,

he has wounds to the head,
neck, and chest,

obviously, he's not conscious,
and it looks as if he is dead,

Witnesses report several shots,
It was like fireworks,

The ambulance staff
is tending to him,

seeing how bad it is,

But it looks as if he's deceased,

Good evening,
Pim Fortune is dead,

he was shot in hilversum
after an interview on Radio 3,

Impossible in Holland,
but it happened,

A campaigning politician shot dead,

his death hasn't been confirmed,
but there can be no doubt,

I didn't expect it.

Bingo.

It all happened at about 6:00 p.m,
at the radio studios,

A man wearing a baseball cap
shot Fortune six times,

"Holland is proud
that it doesn't think

one culture is better than another.

There is equality in an open society.

We want to keep
xenophobes and racists at bay.

Having to remind a politician of that
60 years after the war is a disgrace. "

Good timing.

Are you okay?

I don't understand it.

What don't you understand?

I don't understand what happened.

What happened?

This country's greatest
opposition leader was assassinated.

In Turkey, they do that more neatly.

Here, they smear someone
until he has to die.

It's pretty effective.

Lots of people
will celebrate tomorrow.

I don't understand that it happened.

They say Holland is sensible,

but in recent months,
it's been hypocritical and hysterical.

I'm glad I can go back to Turkey.
Are they all crazy?

They're believers with no God.

Those are the worst.

- Fortune was right-wing.
- He was?

If Dutch tourists want
to lie naked on a Turkish beach

despite local opposition,

is that right-wing?

He says Islam is backward.
Are we backward?

He opposed the veil.

You don't wear a veil either.

Why not?

- You sound like a soldier.
- I'm a soldier at heart.

I'm afraid of beards, and if you
have any brains, you should be, too.

I'm shattered about
what happened in this country today,

"Pity you didn't get a picture of
the corpse! Any mood shots welcome. "

I know this father has no time
for his daughter,

but I didn't realize
I'd have to do it all alone,

What did Marije do
to deserve you, Jim?

You don't care about her,

A daughter needs her father,

Where are you? jerk!

Marijke speaking.

What can I do?

I wish you were dead, that's all,

The swarms of Moroccan kids
around her drive me mad.

It's time you took
an interest in her, Jim.

You dumped me,
but you're still her father.

- What's up with the Moroccans?
- Now, listen to me!

You're so good at changing
the subject! Stick to the point.

What about the Moroccans?

I did everything for you, Jim.
Everything!

You were young, talented, promising.

Thank goodness you never loved me.

Stop whining.
I loved you and still do.

Sometimes.

She has custody, doesn't she?

Don't do it.

I'm stuck with your kid
every weekend.

I didn't complain once.

I don't want to meddle in your private
quarrels, but leave my man alone.

You can keep him.

That's quite enough, isn't it?

- She sounds really dumb.
- Great!

- And Marije? Or can I hang up?
- What's her name?

I said Marije, not Marijke.

- You miss me?
- Like a hole in the head.

I miss you. Every day.

Listen to me.

Fortune always worried
about his security,

just yesterday on the radio,

he rejected an invitation
to a risky Rotterdam district,

I know, I know.

Paul Rosenmoller invited you...

Prick!

- Will you visit the no-go area?
- Not on your life!

I'd get beaten up in no time,
and I don't want that,

Pim Fortune died later
after he was attacked,

he was 54,

She didn't know Dad was
such a good liar. Nor did I, Jim.

This makes me so sleepy.

- I'm sorry it came this far.
- Me, too. Good luck.

- The cow really should back off.
- Wait till you have children.

It's not my fault.

This is charming Lisa.

Bye!

This is the voicemail of-

Jim, this is Rob de Groot of Fiducia.

unfortunately, we can't help,

because you don't have
the car's registration number.

You can try victim support.

But you need two
independent witnesses.

You'll have to find that out yourself,

Please leave me alone.

Hey! Birgit Maas!

I'm working. Stop it.

Dad! She has sagging tits!

Birgit Maas?

No, your girlfriend. Wanna see?

Hello. Are you back?

I lost my keys. Sorry.

Never mind.
That's what neighbors are for.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

- You had a good time?
- Yeah.

You heard?

About Pim?

Incredible! Shot through the head.

I think it was a conspiracy. The guy
they arrested must have been sent.

I'm expecting a call, sorry.

- Who was that?
- That Turkish girl is back.

So what? Come inside, woman!

They say it was Moroccans.

No kidding!

You can't sacrifice democracy
to an act of violence,

That is the basis
of the constitutional state,

Democracy is vulnerable
and shouldn't be sacrificed,

- So the elections can't be delayed,
- okay, we'll come back to you,

We'll switch over to Tilburg,

- Hello?
- Miss him?

Van Dam speaking,

I assume you've opened your mail?

Why didn't you do anything?

I'm afraid we were a bit late.

Most unfortunate, But we got him,

- And Wouter?
- Don't you worry,

he's trapped,

What do you mean?

The political opinions vary,
everything else is ridiculous,

This is erdogan's voicemail,

Hello, love. It's me.

I left my house keys at your place.

So if you hear this,
please bring them over.

We have to take the human aspect
into account here...

Some people are outraged and blame
the media and other political parties,

Pim Fortune always invited debate
and never tolerated violence,

he even accepted the VVD leader
comparing him to Mussolini, but...

Thought I'd bring your keys back.

Petra said you called.

But I don't think you called me.

I think you called someone else.

Someone I don't know.

Weren't you going to Istanbul?

What did you think?

They'd catch Wouter as well?

How did you know?

You know, something in me
tells me you're someone else.

You've been someone else all along.

I loved you a lot.

But who did I love?

It's really terrible
to hear this news,

after we said it was a disgrace
that no action was taken

against those custard-pie throwers,

Afterwards, I went to see the police
in The hague with Mr, Fortune,

We said, "If nothing's done,
next time it will be a stone or worse,

Then what?"

They shrugged their shoulders,

We were preparing a complaint
about the lack of legal sanctions,

And no prosecution was planned
following the pie-throwing incident,

Wouter Heemskerk.

26 years old.

From Wageningen.

What did he want?

You never saw him before?

No.

Some bastard watching your house?

He thought you weren't back yet?

Maybe a sex criminal on leave?

Do you have a sweater for me?

What will you do?

No police, of course.

I'm Turkish.

Bert's great.
We've known him for years.

But he's on the skids.

- He can't see the children.
- That's sad.

Then he gets really drunk.

- How old are the children?
- Three and four.

It's so important to stay in touch.

- What?
- Coming!

- I'm going to help Erdogan.
- I understand.

Come out from behind the curtain!

- I want to move.
- Go to bed!

Come, let's go to bed.
To bed!

I want to move and then go to bed.

Okay, let's move first,
then go to bed.

Bed! Move!

There are three possible
successors to Mr. Fortune.

Ferry Hoogendijk.

Jim Janssen van Raay.

Mat Herben.

Hoogendijk, that's not
the man you want to have.

He's simply uncontrollable,
a loose cannon.

He looks familiar.

I've never seen him before.

I'm not sure.

Must've been
from the Lockheed days?

No, no.

You probably remember him from
the Gulf Oil bribery case in Holland.

It was about the same period.

When you were working at
the Atlantic Committee, remember?

Of course.
Some kind of a journalist?

Some kind of, yes!

Janssen van Raay is probably too old,
too much old politics also.

And that includes his drinking habits.

And he's a very strong opponent
of the JSF, just like Fortune was.

So that doesn't help either.

So that leaves us with...

...Mat Herben.

On the other hand,
he is a strong supporter of the JSF.

Of any plane, for that matter.
He loves them!

He works for
the Defense Department.

Didn't he join us
in Bilderberg in Sweden?

Yes.

So, then, why hesitate?

Well, he's not the logical candidate
for the Fortune party.

The man is too small,
too unimportant.

Then...

...you make him important.

If we could guarantee
a major JSF investment

to one of the crucial financiers
of the party, it would...

...greatly facilitate
the selection for Mr. Herben.

And through that,
an all-out choice for the JSF.

Okay, so who do you have in mind?

The obvious choice would be
Mr. Van den Nieuwenhuyzen.

A lot of his factories are already
major defense contractors.

So...

...there we are.

Sorry, De Booy,
I can't print a soap star's tits

in a special about Fortune.

If you had a few Moroccan kids!

Come here, Ronald.

Sorry.

Aunt Corry calls.

Ladies and gentlemen,
may I present

the man who was 300 feet
from Pim Fortune,

but was distracted by Birgit!

The one and only Jim de Booy!

May I congratulate you?

You were around the corner
and missed the photo of the year!

How come?

You know Mat Herben?
Fortuyn's spokesman?

They say he was a guest
at a Bilderberg conference.

Bilderberg: Prince Bernhard, Shell,
Lockheed, and all the CIA boys.

A secret meeting.

Everyone knows what happens,

and you only get in
as a major player.

So what's Mat Herben doing there?

First, he tries to blacken Pim
with drug stories.

Then he kisses his ass.

He's 98th in line for succession.

He's climbing.

And who planted him there?
And Pim?

Jim de Booy.

Ger Willems, hague Daily,

Where are you?

NRC, but on my way home.

That's fine,

You live near Scheveningen Harbor?

I gather there's a car in the water.

I'm no junior.

Everyone is working on Pim Fortune.

Come on, I did you a favor, too,

A whole page of Birgit Maas and
the car, too, for 1,000 euro, okay?

Sounds fine.

- It's a deal.
- Fine, thanks.

I'm off.

Are we sure about the other parties?

Shouldn't we be doing
something extra?

That's not necessary.
It's completely settled.

I think he means something
beyond that, at a higher level.

I always said, it's my motto.
Worked like a charm.

Better one dignitary bought too many.

Bring it up, Mark.

Sorry, no photos.

NRC, Jim de Booy.

Sorry, sir.

Agent Orange, Al-Qaeda.

What did you say?

There you are.

Pim whispered in their ears,

they shouldn't forget
that Pim is watching from up there,

his party is taking part
in the election,

he might win posthumously,

I warn Holland not to take that path,

It's not what Pim would want,

Pim wanted to rule
with VVD and CDA,

Believe me.

It's better not to know.

It's okay.

I'll get a snack.

What do you want?

Croissants, bread rolls?

I don't want to go home.

Is the flat next door still empty?

- You think I'm a coward?
- You bet.

No seats for you!

Pim Fortuyn's safety

was first seriously in doubt
after the pie incident,

A pie may sound silly...

With the LPF on board,
we'll have a strong majority.

That's for sure.

I'm not comfortable with this party.

What kind of guarantees
can you really give us?

That's quite sufficient.

Herben is our man.
We propose him at the right moment.

The LPF has no alternative.

Yes, but again, I'd rather
pay too much than too little.

It's too important.

But he doesn't have to be paid.

That'd be the wrong thing to do.

For him, it's a big thing.

It's a big dream to come true.

Suddenly, he's on an equal footing
with the true generals.

Suddenly, he is a big fish
in the defense establishment.

The man loves planes!

He's a defense addict!

You're a real strange people.

You must be the only civilized
country in the world

where being next to the boys,
being one of the boys,

is more important than money.

Anyway, next. The election's when?

Two weeks' postponement.

Shorter is impossible because
Fortune has to be buried first

and longer is risky

because then the LPF following
will diminish too much.

But that will happen
right away, won't it?

A party without a leader,
without Fortune.

The voters won't vote for you,
will they?

Not yet.

On the contrary.

His murder will lead
to sympathy votes.

Of course, we've taken that
into account.

You mean vote for a corpse?

Yep!

His name cannot be
taken off the ballot.

Not on a short notice.
It's legally impossible.

That's also why
we have decided on two weeks.

With two months, for instance,

we would have had
a completely different ballot,

completely different circumstances.

That's why we have to have
his name on top of the list.

- That's smart thinking.
- Thank you.

Smart thinking. Okay,
I think that should do it for now.

Gentlemen?

See you at the funeral.

And don't forget to bring the dogs!

What's wrong?

I thought we were the bad guys.

We're not?

Not anymore.

Not anymore.

Clumsy arrives on his motorbike.

Clumsy enters boat.

Clumsy inside.

Doll arrives.

Doll enters boat.

Rob, this is Jim de Booy,

Clumsy and Doll inside.

- I have a registration number,
- Yes?

Wait a sec.

RS-17-XS.

RS-17-XS,

One moment.

Hi.

Hi.

Please don't do that here.

- here I am again,
- Yeah.

It's a white VW Golf belonging
to Wouter Heemskerk.

Wouter Heemskerk.

Don't!

27 Bolspark, Wageningen,

Bolspark...

It's registered
to the Green Offensive.

Say that again?

Also in Wageningen,

- Hello?
- hello, Miss him,

Van Dam speaking.

Mr, heemskerk
has unfortunately died,

An accident, probably.

You may be asked about him,
but you know nothing.

As we agreed.

Don't you worry.

We're working on it.

Excuse me. I'm looking for someone
from Green Offensive.

You have any idea?

Haven't you heard?

No, I didn't.

That Volkert who killed Fortune.
He worked for G.O.

The police have shut the office.

Maybe you can help.
I'm looking for this man.

I only know his face.

Try the Vriendschap Bar.
The G.O. members were regulars.

Vriendschap Bar.
Okay, thanks.

- I'm looking for Wouter.
- Journalist?

- Photographer. I have some-
- No, sorry.

- I brought the photos.
- Order something or get lost.

Hey, Wouter.

He looks awful.

Stoned out of his mind?

Yes, indeed.

You know where he is?

He doesn't answer the door.

No idea.

And Ayse?

- She's gone to Turkey.
- Turkey?

Maybe he went, too.
I haven't seen him here.

When did she leave?

Monday.

When that Fortune issue
got resolved.

Thank you.

Is that the last?

Put it in the van. I'm coming.

- Are you moving?
- Yes.

Where are you going?

To Turkey.
I have a job at a tourist resort.

How about that? Well done!

If we ever come to Turkey,
we'll stay with you.

What was that?

Call the newspaper!

A Turk going back to Turkey!

So what?

I'm not going to Turkey.

- No way.
- I didn't say you had to go!

Good afternoon.

Thank you.

I'll take a look.

How are you?

I knew you'd come one day.

Fairytale princes are never late.

One moment, CID.

Please fill out this form.

- How are things?
- Awful.

- Seen Lisa?
- No.

- You know where she is?
- No.

What's up?

I feel sorry for you.

You were such a great couple.
It's hard with a child.

I told her she couldn't expect a
father to shut out his own daughter.

- Andy's a prick.
- Andy? He's a prick.

Thank you.

Lonely father, adolescent daughter.

Not a very attractive picture.

- You want her back?
- Will you do something for me?

Check all flights to Istanbul
and Ankara on May 6.

You think she went to Turkey?

I think so.

Just a moment, please.

- I'm not allowed to do this.
- There's plenty more we shouldn't do.

Player!

- If only you did.
- What?

To the altar?

- Pardon?
- Nothing!

- I'm a respectable Catholic girl.
- A flying nun!

- What do you want to know?
- May 6, Istanbul and Ankara. Stop!

We only provide the information
if you love us forever!

CANCELLED

Have a nice trip.

I love you!

Thanks for being so patient.

Here you are.

Final game
against Borussia Dortmund,

on the Coolsingel in Rotterdam,
our reporter is standing by,

Wouter, Rotterdam is torn
between two sentiments,

how does that play out?

Your new girlfriend?

She looks better than the last one.

I'm working.

Who is the girl with an arm
around her? Police files?

You're supposedly my father.

Not that I see any of it.

I'm so grateful
for your understanding.

Does the father understand
his daughter?

Sure.

- Then it's okay.
- But I love you.

That was too easy.

Don't pretend I should feel guilty,
because I don't, and you know it.

How old were you
when you "made" me?

17.

-17.
- Yes.

And Mom was 28, yes.

Idiot.

Experience tells.

Forewarned, forearmed.

Listen.

Here we go again.

I want to live with you.

Sit down.

What's the problem?

- Hamid has been banished.
- Who is Hamid?

My very own shit Moroccan.

He's handsome.

A nice shit Moroccan?
Or are you his whore?

- He's mad about me.
- What about you?

- I do my best.
- Not enough, huh?

Says our family counselor.

What can I do with you?

I'm moving in.

Because I love you.

Give Daddy a kiss, then.

Yes, Mom. This is Dad.

I know you have custody,
but Marije wants to chill out.

I can believe it. I wanted it
for 15 years. Your voice is enough.

Nothing personal, just how it is.

You may be a great mother,
but you can be so suffocating.

No one's fault.
And not Marije's fault, either.

So, call me. Don't threaten to slash
your wrists. That's so melodramatic.

Okay, Mom. Good luck.

Your mother thought
it was a great idea.

Who is that woman?

I don't know.

I only know she lives in Wageningen.

Is this for work?

Her name is Ayse Him?

How did you know?

Tell me, or you're going
back to your mother.

How do you know?

How do you know?

She doesn't live in Wageningen.

Don't be silly.

- Hello.
- Jim, it's me.

I'll leave you two.

This is Jim's voicemail...

"Ayse Him - animal-rights activist -
imprisoned for violence. "

- Jim, I know you're there,
- After the beep.

Jim!

"Wouter Heemskerk
worked with Volkert

and may have killed an inspector. "

Probation Service

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Jim de Booy from the NRC.
I called earlier.

I want to contact one
of your former inmates for a report.

That has to be arranged through PR.

They're not here yet.

When is PR here?

In half an hour.

- You can wait over there.
- I can?

- Thanks. Lovely necklace.
- Thank you.

- I'll wait over there.
- Fine.

Probation Service.

Just polish your credentials, okay?

I have an appointment
with Thera de Rijk.

I'll say you're on your way up.

Thank you.

- I need to take a shit.
- A shit?

- It's that way.
- Thanks.

Hello, Miss Him.

Where is Thera?

Sit down over there.

What are you doing here?

Go and sit down.

Van Dam speaking.

Warn Erdogan Demir.

Listen, Thera.

- Why didn't you call?
- I want to talk to you.

It is the day after...

Rob, this is Jim.

You said I needed
a second witness.

I don't know exactly,

but it's a woman with
a 2CV registration: BA-08-99.

BA-08-99.

how do you know?

She was on one of my photos.

Of course.

- One moment.
- Thanks,

- Hi.
- Hello, dear.

I'll order us a pizza.

It looks like Memorial Day.

Are you there?

It's a Miss A. Him.

Genemuidenstraat 231,

-231?
- Indeed,

In The Hague.

Okay, thanks.

I'll be hearing from you.

- Good night.
- Bye,

Can I have some photos
of Birgit Maas for Hamid's sister?

What?

Sure, fine.

Probation

Probation Service,

Good morning, afternoon.
I'm looking for Thera de Rijk.

Sorry, sir. She's gone.

Do you know when I can reach her?

Monday. She's off on Friday.

Okay. And Mr. Van Dam?

- Who did you say?
- Van Dam.

No one called Van Dam works here.

Okay.

once we know more, we will respond
how we will deal with this,

- Also.
- Yes.

Who is this man?

Who is that man?

No idea.

He is here, too.

Jim de Booy, 32, divorced.

Photographer. His daughter lives
either with him or his ex-wife.

It can't be a coincidence. He was
there when Heemskerk was fished up.

This afternoon he asked Probation
about Thera de Rijk.

- How can he know?
- No idea.

He asked for you, too.

I assume he heard your name there.

Then our man lost him.

- Has Ayse Him left home?
- Yes.

You know what you have to do.

Van Dam.

I'll call you back.

Here are the JSF documents.

- Is the Minister here already?
- No.

What's up?

Nothing.

They only wanted to indicate
that yesterday's rumor,

that the perpetrator was
one of five fanatical activists,

they say that story is wrong,

They are still assuming
that he operated alone,

She's moved out.

She left yesterday.

- Any idea where?
- Yes, Turkey.

Holiday homes.
With her boyfriend.

Could I ask you something?

Is this her boyfriend?

Yes. Are you police?

- Immigration.
- I see.

Illegal?

Yes.

He looks so respectable.

Good riddance.

Could I ask you one more thing?

Have you ever seen him
with this man?

Indeed. He was so drunk,
he couldn't walk.

That illegal Turk dragged him
along the walkway here.

- The same evening Pim was killed.
- May 6?

She was just back from Turkey. Wait.

It's her spare key.
I have more of them.

Thank you.

My husband gets so impatient.

- Have a nice evening.
- Thank you!

A sea of flowers
covers the steps of City hall,

There are also poems,
flags, and banners,

People have different ways
of showing their disgust,

Vote for Pim Fortune!

emotions get heated,

But in general, people
wait patiently by the cathedral,

half an hour earlier than expected,
the doors open,

I have something to tell you.

You don't know what's going on.

What would you think
if I worked for the AIVD?

- I believe you. It will be all right.
- I work for the AIVD.

So do I.

It doesn't matter.

Since Wouter...

I'm afraid I fell in love with you.

And I'm afraid you don't love me.

I need time.

I'm ashamed.

So this didn't happen, agreed?

- You want a drink?
- Yeah.

Who are you calling?

I'm looking for the woman
who brought me here.

Thera.

I'll go and satisfy myself then.

Marije?

- Dad?
- Marije?

Pap.

Come to me.

Come.

What's wrong?

Hello.

Hello.

That's Hamid.

- This is my father.
- Hello, sir.

I'm Hamid.

Hello.

All right.

Maybe we can sell it to the TV?

Shut up.

Go to bed.

Just you. He goes home.

Don't be silly.

Come on.

Jim.

I think you got the message,
didn't you?

You called the police?

Yes.

This is a CD of Hamid's band.
You want to hear it?

- No, thanks.
- It's really good.

They say Left sent the bullet
But I don't believe it

Isn't it great?

Pity Al-Qaeda didn't shoot him dead
Along with all the queers in bed

They already called him to play it.

Go to bed. Come on.

Volkert - your country needed you
heroes aren't born, but you'll do

- hello,
- I'm looking for Ayse Him.

- to Pim Fortune, who lies in state,

Hello?

Who is speaking?

I'm her neighbor
and have her spare key.

Who was that?

Wrong number.

- the coffin of the politician
killed on Monday,

People have come from far and wide
to honor Pim Fortune in Rotterdam,

- Hey, you're early.
- Hey!

Who are you, Thera free-on-Friday?

Hi.

- Hi. Ronald's off today.
- I thought he's been sacked.

No, not yet.

Can you trace
the last number called?

Sure.

Birgit Maas?

- You're old enough to be her father!
- That's why.

Nice mother for my daughter?

- How is she?
- Fine.

- She is 18?
-16.

- How is your boyfriend?
- Great.

Just a minute.

What about the Turkish girl?

I was going to forward you
something.

Here.

There were others,
but only she got caught.

18 months for her involvement
in killing a night watchman.

What's the word?

Solidarity! They respected that.

What's that?

It's a pre-select number.

- Can you call it?
- Sure.

DGA Financial Advice,
Erdogan Demir's extension.

DGA Financial Advice,
Erdogan Demir?

- Mr. Demir?
- he's not here yet, Can I help?

- When can I reach him?
- No idea,

Who is calling?

His home address, please.

We don't supply any information
on our staff.

Thanks.

And the girl?

Was she involved in the murder?

That would be weird.

Volkert sent by the hand of Allah.

Who knows?

A press photographer.

I said he didn't know you.

Bullshit.

He phoned me.

Don't you worry.

He promised not to do it again.

I've had enough.

What did you say? Enough?

Are you in love with the girl?

I thought you liked white girls.

Shut your mouth.

Excuse me?

What did you say?

You learned that
at citizenship class?

I'm warning you.

If you try anything, De Booy
gets the scoop of a lifetime.

Would you mind looking at that?

You're very photogenic.

Has Ayse Him told you what it's like
being in jail for murder?

Two more weeks, Mr. Demir.

Maybe you want to move
somewhere with Miss Him.

Bye, Mr. Demir.

You know what you have to do?

Yes?

Of course.

We lost De Booy.

- Jim.
- hey, it's me,

I wanted to say sorry.

Nice to hear from you.

I'm coming home this weekend.

Darling, I'll call you later.

Yes?

Okay.

- Hello?
- Dad?

You must be Marije.

Who are you?

John van Gaal.
Your dad's colleague.

- The e-mails.
- Yes.

You know where he is?

No.

- He didn't call?
- No.

Can I have a whisky?

Why are you in his gear
on his motorbike?

It's a long story.

He's quite something, your dad.

I drove around town
three times for him.

He'll tell you later.

- Jim.
- This is john,

You have my car?
I want it back in one piece.

Everything okay?

What?

You turned into Sherlock Holmes?

I'll tell you later.
Where are you?

I'm at your place,
drinking your whisky.

okay,

I don't care if some Turk is after you
for fucking his girlfriend.

But there's-

- Don't open the door.
- What?

- Don't open the door!
- Why not?

- John.
- What's wrong?

- Don't answer the door.
- I'll look.

I have something for the neighbors,
but they're out.

- Can I leave it here?
- Of course.

It's safe, Jim.

Where is he?

John, take Marije to my ex,
and I'll call later.

Jim?

First question:
Who are you?

Ayse Him?

Get him!

Hey!

Let her pass.

Did you work for the Gestapo
in a previous life?

- I always get betrayed.
- It must be your karma.

Where did you meet that Turk?

The Turkish guy?

- I think they planted him on me.
- I think so, too. You were in love?

He was interested
in your green activism?

I didn't kill anyone.

- No.
- No.

And what about the night watchman
you served 16 months for?

That wasn't supposed to happen.

- Right.
- It was an accident.

The other man was an accident, too?

Volkert said they wanted
to scare people

so they'd stop licensing the manure.

- Who?
- Volkert van der Graaf.

The Savior.

We'll just make it clear
he has to stop.

Wait here, whatever happens.

I love you.

Why didn't you give up their names?

I don't know.

- I was in love.
- Really?

With Wouter, back then.

I didn't name them
because I thought they were right.

I believed we were right.
I wanted that.

You care about animals?

- Blessed are the beasts.
- You can say that again.

You were the heroine,
Wouter's heroine.

What did Wouter do for you?

He didn't visit me in jail,
so I gave up on him.

Fortunately,
I was released last winter.

We'll be in touch once a month.

- How long were you inside?
-16 months.

- Champagne?
- I'm at work.

Ulrike Meinhof, huh?

Forget it.

Who is that?

I don't know.

Erdogan Demir.

only one party earlier
suggested changing that law,

the extreme right CD party,

Fortune wanted nothing to do
with the extreme right,

Now you may have your doubts,

With Pim Fortune and without
a large number of asylum seekers,

LN will battle traditional parties
in parliamentary elections next May,

I believe in it, I want it,

At your service!

A well-organized
leadership election...

Hello.

Hi.

I saw you moved into the empty flat.

I live upstairs.

WANTED

This is Lisa's home.

Your child's mother?

No. Lisa hates children,
and my daughter hates Lisa,

so that's all right.

She's an ex?

Future ex.

- The stewardess?
- Right.

- Nice house for a stewardess.
- Colombian timber.

- Can I change somewhere?
- Right, then left.

Marijke's answering-

- hello?
- Hey, John. It's Jim.

hi!

- John?
- Yes?

- Where are you?
- At home.

- Where is Marije?
- With your ex, where I dropped her.

- No one answers the phone.
- They must have left.

What's going on?

Where are you? Jim, listen-

He didn't say where he was?

No. Pity.

Yes.

It's time we informed you
about a few issues, Mr. Van Gaal.

We suspect your colleague
was involved

in the murder of Pim Fortune.

Can I quote you?

Ayse Him worked
for the Green Offensive.

She was a friend of Volkert.

Did you ever wonder why

Mr. de Booy started a photo session
at the radio studios

at that very moment?

I don't believe a word of it.

Why would Jim kill
that madman Fortune?

I didn't say that.

I said he was involved.

Fortune died at 6:06 p. m.

As you can see,

De Booy ended his shoot one minute
earlier and left on his bike.

Not through the main entrance.

He went through
a contractor's entrance.

The one used by Volkert.

Then I got my own apartment.

I'd studied law in jail,

but my criminal record
prevented me from using it.

- Ma'am, is this your car?
- Yes.

- Why?
- Just checking.

- I have a job interview.
- Can I see your papers?

Come this way. I want to check
your driver's license.

- Hello, Miss Him.
- Who are you?

I'm Van Dam. State security.

That pistol was used, Miss Him, three
years ago in a cold-blooded murder.

You recognize it?

I see you do.

It belonged to your ex,
Wouter Heemskerk.

Married, 42, three small children.

He was liquidated here
in cold blood...

...by the man you loved.

You recognize him?

After all those months?

All those months in jail for him.

He still works here with his friend,
Volkert van der Graaf.

What do you want?

I want you to listen to this.

- he has to die,
- Who has to?

- Shut up!
- okay!

- I mean he has to be silenced,
- Enough.

In case anyone's listening-

We recorded this
in January from here.

Who are they talking about?

We'd like to know that, too.
And more.

Fortune may be a racist,
but he's not stupid.

He knows that any action against him
gets him votes.

I knew you'd come back.

I didn't know they let you out.

Good behavior.

You missed me?

I never heard a word from you.

Busy?

Too busy.

- No phone call?
- No. Bugged.

- Letter?
- Gets opened.

I thought about you.

Wageningen is so far
from Amsterdam.

Do you still love me?

Please...

You have to earn it.

So you did what Van Dam wanted.

We knew Volkert
couldn't have acted alone.

He planned the murder with
his best friend, Wouter Heemskerk,

and Miss Him.

Just like four years ago
with the government inspector.

Apparently, he's in Amsterdam.

- Amsterdam?
- Yes.

His girlfriend is a KLM stewardess.

- What's her name?
- Ria, no, Lisa.

Come on.

What about his daughter?

She's not with his ex.

And the house?

No, because we'd know.

Mr, Fortune, aren't you afraid
that your idea, "Holland is full,"

will isolate you in politics?

No one here shares your opinion,
so it isolates you,

I don't agree, I reflect
an important feeling in Holland,

What is wrong with saying that?

This is one of the most
densely-populated countries,

I understand all too well,
as I have repeated,

I should repeat it more clearly,
if I say we should stop,

Don't waste time, enough will be able
to get in, I understand that,

But it's essential,
if we want to dam the excesses

because there's a massive influx

pressuring integration and security,
using education, health care,

and our social security provisions,

If you don't want the structure
to collapse, and I don't...

What does a Yugoslav
cost these days?

2,000 euro.

...then we should prevent
more from coming in,

I know your viewpoint,

I asked if you were afraid
that in politics-

I see policies shifting,

Things are now said that were
impossible a few years ago,

A stone's throw from here
is the house where 60 years ago,

Anne Frank was hiding
in terrible conditions

and wrote in her diary, I quote:

"I hope one thing,
That this hatred will pass, "

This isn't just right wing,
It's the extreme right!

he crosses a line
one shouldn't cross,

Wake up, Holland!

I think Fortune has hurt himself,
I hope he hurt himself,

I hope the wound is so deep,

it doesn't stop bleeding
before May 15,

Can I go off-screen, dear boy?

- No way!
- Not yet?

It's a hard life, I can tell you!

No seats for you!

You're not just a liar,
You're a rabble-rouser, and you try-

And you're a populist,
You hit below the belt,

Populist? You know what I hate?

That you exploit potential xenophobia
among Dutch people,

You know what you're doing?

These booklets of yours
don't contain a grain of information!

What an accusation!

My book is meant-

You are an extremely inferior being,

He did what they wanted.

Political leaders on the left.

It's a good thing he's dead.
World War ll is over at last.

You have to be blind
not to see he had to be silenced

in this campaign.

I found out on May 6,
in the afternoon.

I called Van Dam at once.

But he didn't have time.

Don't be scared.

That's sweet of you.

Lisa, this is Ayse.

Ayse, this is Lisa.

Lisa, Ayse. Ayse, Lisa.

What's this?

Today, Ayse and I...

How much does she cost?

No negative stereotypes, please.
I don't like this.

Who are you?

Don't move!

This isn't funny.

Jim!

Jim!

Dad, where are you?
I miss you, and I'm worried.

Call me on Hamid's number.

He didn't answer again.

Don't worry.

Why not?

Don't worry.

If you doubt my words, Mr. Van Gaal,
Mr. De Booy just shot his girlfriend.

He's on the run with Ayse Him.

- Hello?
- Pick Marije up from my ex,

- Where are you?
- I'll tell you later.

In 30 minutes at The Hague Station.

Jim!

Hello?

- What's wrong?
- Shit.

Amateur.

Lovely eyes.

Look at that.

Unbelievable.

Riot squad.

It's your friend.

What are you looking at?

Let me see!

You show me this photo.

I see her tits.

You can see that on TV.

Wait a sec.

Look at that.

Marije!

Take a look.

Where's Marije?

At your place. She called.

- How did you come?
- Taxi.

Taxi, you said?

Hi. To...

- What are you up to?
- Why didn't you ask about your car?

- What?
- Did Van Dam tell you where it is?

- Who is Van Dam?
- What did he say?

What now?

What's going on?

- I don't know.
- Where is Marije?

- No idea.
- No idea?

- No.
- Okay. Where are we going?

- Where are we going?
- I don't know.

To your place.

They're waiting there?

Aren't they?

Why are you doing this?

Van Dam says you're implicated
in Pim Fortuyn's murder.

- With that Turkish girl.
- You believe him?

I don't know.

He said you shot your girlfriend.

He's lying.

- Why?
- Where is my daughter?

- I don't know. Really.
- Really?

Really, Jim.

You tell Van Dam

that I can prove
they had Fortune killed.

Stop, please.

14 Ruysdaelstraat.

- Who lives there?
- Erdogan.

Ayse.

Hello, darling.

Where is De Booy?

No idea.

I escaped.

Thank God.

I asked what he said.

I don't hear an answer.

Dad! Call me quick if you hear this,

There's a scoop
on the Birgit Maas CD-RoM,

I'm at hamid's,

Call me on 0632717111, Bye!

They said you killed
a man from the lab.

Father of three children.

I was curious.

That can happen
when you work for this service.

I saw your photo on the computer,
and I was fascinated.

National security
is like a personal ad for you?

Shut up.

You make mistakes.

You fall in love with murderers.

I knew everything about you.

That you were no good
from my point of view.

That you were searching.

But what for?

For love, one fears.

What does a failed terrorist need?

Attention.

And the feeling she's right.

You always want to be right.

You have a blueprint of paradise.

With benefits, of course.

But you can't even name the woman
who cleans your parents' house.

You don't need to make concessions.

Spoiled since birth.

You can always go home
to Mom and Dad.

You drink carrot juice, but carrots
scream, too, when you pull them up.

You people like animals, but...

Why not just shoot someone?

I didn't feel well.
Recently, I didn't feel well.

Say something.

Let him speak.

Hester told me Wouter shot
the night watchman

and let you take the blame,
but I knew you were innocent.

I made the biggest mistake possible.

In love.

With me.

Sucker!

I couldn't tell you what I knew.

I was the lamplighter.

I had to lure you
and make sure you stayed with me.

But when I heard

that you had been hopelessly duped
by your friends in Wageningen,

I thought you were dumb.

Van Dam told me it would be
all over by July 1.

I had to make sure
you didn't babble about Fortune

and what you knew.

Not to anyone.

When you called on May 6-

You let Volkert do
his divine mission.

Van Dam said they were too late.

I saw them there.

I was taking pictures of Birgit Maas
of Sunny home or some shit show.

Riot trucks, cops,
they were all there.

And your friend Wester,
calmly smoking a cigarette,

waiting for the execution.

Well done, Sherlock.

- Our service looked on-
- Wouter must have been scared off.

Where are the photos?

At Hamid's place.

Marije made a CD-ROM for him.

Who is Hamid?

Go on.

I'm serious.

I'm Little Red Riding Hood
with the grass.

Thank you.

Green button.

It's strong!

Hamid here.

It's for you.

E.T.

- Listen, be serious.
- Hello?

- This is John.
- John?

John?

A clever girl knows
when to disappear!

- Hello, Marije.
- Who is this?

I'm Theo, a friend
of John and your dad.

You have the CD-ROM with photos,
and your dad wants them.

I'm outside to pick them up.

See what she's not wearing?

You have a lovely daughter.

What's the matter?

Take this to the NRC
where my dad works.

Marije.

Marije!

You have it?

Thanks.

Where is my father?

He's home, but come with me.

Hamid!

Where is Jim?

They say Left sent the bullet
But I don't believe it

Pity Al-Qaeda didn't shoot him dead
Along with all queers in bed

Volkert - your country needed you
heroes aren't born, but you'll do

De Booy, you really believe
they'll publish this?

Think of your daughter.
You only have one.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

one month later

Jim!

Holland will cooperate in developing
the joint Strike Fighter,

the successor to the F-16,

A large parliamentary majority
including Pim Fortuyn's LPF party

agreed after all to participate
in developing the us, jet,

The LPF position tipped the balance,

The LPF supports participation,

If we don't make this choice,
the order will largely go to Italy,

Norway and Denmark
are also taking part,

Dutch industry would miss the boat,

The decision is striking,

Fortune himself didn't
support the project,

just before he died, air force
officers and lobbyists persuaded him,

he started to reconsider,

on the morning of May 6, he said on
the air that we would support the JSF,

Volkert, your country needs you!

We don't want to affect the budgets
for health and education,

PM DEMONIZES PIM FORTUYN
A BLOODY SHAME

HOLLAND BURIES
A PRIME MINISTER

Don't underestimate me.
I will be Prime Minister.