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THE APARTMENT BUILDING

Dr Hartman speaking.

Hello.

I hope you can fit it into a minute.

This is the answering machine of Dr Hartman.

You can leave a message after the beep.

Doctor... help...

If I had known you were still a virgin, I would have taken longer.

If I had known we had more time, I would have taken off my panties.

It's not funny. Next time, you can mop it up yourself.

Did you hear me? -Yes.

Can you fit more on? -Sure.

Davy, stop it.

We're going to talk to sexologist Professor Van Den Berg.

We'll be talking about the increasing number of vice crimes against...

single women in new housing areas.

What are wise crimes? -Hush.

What else do you need to take?

Money for ice cream.

Trunks, towel, sun lotion. Do you want to take an apple?

What are wise crimes? -Vice crimes.

Do you want an apple?

Never go with someone you don't know.

Don't accept any candy from... -Strange men... I know.

No candy, just ice cream.

Big ice creams.

I'm very serious.

When something happens, just pretend daddy or I are about to arrive.

My skateboard's coming too.

Get dressed. Mrs Van Lier will be here soon.

And put clean underpants on.

Davy, can you open the door? -I'm naked.

That's your own fault. I warned you.

Be nice to her.

Mrs Van Lier is a big fat deer.

If you want tea, there's a bit left.

Is your husband home? I'm looking for Dr Hartman.

Who are you?

Eric Coenen. I need your husband urgently.

I'm Dr Hartman.

My neighbour's not well. Maybe you can have...

I'm not on duty. I'll give you a phone number.

I understand, but I think it's very urgent.

Where do you live? -In the other tower.

Let me put on my stethoscope.

Jacques, I'm off to see a patient.

Will you look after Davy?

Jacques!

That's how you do it.

Mrs Van Lier can be here any moment. I'll be right back.

Normally she turns her alarm off right away.

Our bedrooms are next to each other and the walls are thin.

Is she a patient of mine? -I don't know.

What's her name? -Mrs Van Lier.

Mrs Van Lier!

I have her key at home.

Mrs Van Lier.

Shall I call an ambulance?

Police.

In the hallway, a painting at 1.5 metres.

And then you called Dr Hartman? -Yes.

So you're new here. -Yes, I've been here for a month.

And your previous practice?

This is my first one.

Did you know Mrs Van Lier well?

She looked after my son since a couple of weeks.

I hope you can be discrete about this.

People quickly feel unsafe, especially in apartment buildings like this.

You know that better than me.

I can't understand it.

Why would anyone do this to her?

People can't be understood.

My son's still waiting for her. -I think you know enough.

Can we reach you? You're not travelling abroad?

No. -Thanks for now.

If you remember anything...

If you think of anything...

Thanks, good luck.

Shall I walk you home? -That's alright.

I'm sorry for ruining your day.

It's ok.

How do you tell this to a child?

Mrs Van Lier was going to take my son to the swimming pool.

Can I do anything for you? Take him anywhere?

My office hours have already begun. -Where does he have to go?

I can understand if you say no.

Isn't it inconvenient? -It's not a problem.

Where does he have to go?

I don't answer the door anymore after 5 pm.

He's tried it here too.

Tried what?

He's after single women.

Who is 'he'?

I can't tell you.

Why don't you tell the police?

The police are the last you can trust.

I'll come back tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Mr Uffingh.

You have to continue using your ankle.

How's your insomnia?

Sometimes I sleep for half an hour.

Please don't forgot a prescription for sleeping pills.

We've already discussed that. I disagree.

If it continues to hurt, come and see me in my office.

Sorry, this spot's reserved.

Are you saying I can 't read?

No, but... -Or are you an invalid?

I'm a doctor and this is my spot.

You're a doctor? I'll come and see you.

So you can have a look at my haemorrhoids.

Fucking bitch. -Why did they invent men?

Davy?

WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN APARTMENT

Gijsje? Davy's mother speaking.

Can I talk to Davy?

He's not here. -What do you mean?

He's just not here.

All day? -He wasn't at the swimming pool either.

Can I talk to your mother? -Mom!

Never mind, bye.

Hi. -Oh, it's you.

I hope it's not inconvenient.

I see you found the drill. Shall I give you a hand on Saturday?

There's no rush.

Mrs Van Lier's case is handled by my unit.

I read that you found her.

Why didn't you call me?

Why?

Because I worried. It could have happened to you.

Darling, you don't realize what's going on out there.

You and Davy alone in an apartment.

And then you start a practice. People can just come and go here.

Have you finished?

I have to let them know which days I want to have off.

Maybe around Christmas the three of us can go somewhere for a week.

My practice is just starting to do well.

At least I'm trying, Roos.

So am I, Jacques.

Can you handle it all?

Anything else? I'd like to start making dinner.

I'll say hello to Davy then.

He's not here.

He's with his friend Gijsje. Gijsje's mother will bring him home soon.

We'll find a way.

I think so.

Eric dived from the highest board. A salto...

Salto mortale. Eric Coenen.

Jacques Posthuma. I'm the press officer in the Van Lier case.

I understood you were too shocked to be properly interrogated.

Wasn't she your neighbour? -Yes.

Eric, are you coming?

135XZ.

You could have called. -I did. I got your answering machine.

Davy can always page me.

Can I go with Eric again, tomorrow?

I don't think your mother would like that.

I brought three pizzas.

I didn't think you'd feel like cooking today.

I can't open it.

Eric should read to me.

I wanted to talk to you first.

About Mrs Van Lier.

She can't come tomorrow because... -I already know.

She went off with a sheik on a Harley Davidson and she's riding through China.

I couldn't say some crazy person... bathing in her own blood...

There's something in between.

I also don't like the idea that a few metres next to where I sleep...

Sorry, it was stupid. But he laughed and he believed it.

Do you always lie?

Yes, always. Even now. Lying is my work.

I write travel brochures and stories.

The truth doesn't sell.

How old are you? -30.

You look younger.

Even younger, thanks.

Can I know your first name?

Unless you want me to call you Doctor.

Roos. -Roos?

Eric.

You have soft hands.

You said the truth doesn't sell.

Mommy!

This is the answering machine of Dr Hartman.

You can leave a message after the beep.

I just met Gijsje's mother in the lift. What a nice woman.

Now I know why you wanted to be alone.

If you're seeing other men behind my back...

I'll start by taking Davy away from you.

Did someone call? -Your ex, I think.

I don't have an ex. I'm married.

He sounded like an ex.

This happens when you have the night shift.

Doctor... help...

That's Mrs Van Lier.

It can't be.

I might have been able to help her.

I was on duty last night, damnit.

Do you know what that means?

I'll have to take it to the police.

I've only been here for a month.

No one needs to know.

I've only been here for a month and this is the second time.

Do you never drop something?

Does he force you?

There's a lot of talking going on in this room.

I often have night duty and I can see you have men visiting you.

You don't have to do anything against your will.

I'll start talking about you, smart ass. And what leaves your house at night.

At least I'm properly married.

It's sick when a man needs a knife.

It wasn't a knife. It was a belt.

What's sick is that Eric Coenen's wife died less than half a year ago.

And that he's fooling around with another woman already.

He must get off on women like you.

This is a prescription for something you can put on your wound.

At the back, I'll write the number of an organisation you can always call.

Or you can come to me.

Do you hear? Always.

Love's not about being beaten up.

What would you know about love, prude?

I'm working.

That's why I'm here.

Come in.

It's rather difficult.

My wife died a year ago.

She had a heart disease.

And it wasn't my old doctor's fault...

but each time I see him...

I understand.

Would you mind being my doctor? -No.

Since we know each other privately. -Not at all.

I heard you use acupuncture?

I've developed a real dislike of medication.

What's bothering you? -Migraines, since Julia died.

Headaches as if they're putting needles through my head.

I need a bit more information.

Through your body runs an energy network.

Your migraines are caused by a too high concentration in one spot.

With acupuncture you can remove the blockage and restore the balance.

You can keep your underwear on.

Lie down.

Good Lord, I put my body in your hands.

Take a deep breath.

And breathe out.

Say stop when you feel a little shock.

Stop.

Scary?

Scary, no. -A bit?

Not even a bit.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Stop.

Exciting.

Exciting.

I mean arousing.

I don't think...

It will only take a minute.

You told us Mr Coenen used Mrs Van Lier's phone to...

To call the police, yes.

Has he been anywhere else in the apartment?

Not that I know.

He was rather shocked, but...

He might have been in the bedroom.

Has he touched any other objects?

The front door. He opened the door.

Is this because you found our fingerprints?

His fingerprints, yes. Not yours.

I was mainly focusing on Mrs Van Lier.

A little table had fallen and he put it back up again.

I saw it wasn't a natural death, so I was very careful.

But Mr Coenen helped me as best he could.

Are you in a relationship with him?

This is going very far. I don't think I have to answer.

I only meant if he was your patient.

No... yes... he is now.

Thank you.

I got you into trouble.

Or myself.

Shall we make a new appointment?

Yes.

I should remove the needles.

Gijsje kissed Wendy.

He put his tongue in her mouth.

Do girls really like that?

How did your test paper go?

Is that normal?

That depends.

I asked you something. -A 4.

Depends on what?

If you're attracted to someone.

How do you know that?

You don't know that, you feel it.

How do you feel it?

When you have a hard-on?

How do you feel it?

Jesus.

Why did you only get a 4?

Did daddy put his tongue in your mouth?

Really?

Look, it's Eric.

Your wife died under suspicious circumstances.

There were doubts about the cause of death.

Do you remember?

She had been very ill for years and she took a lot of medication.

You weren't there when it happened?

Coincidentally.

I don't know what you mean. -You know very well.

Why did they take Eric?

We should forget about Eric for a while.

When you're finished, we'll practice for tomorrow.

What's wrong, mom?

Nothing, come.

Are you in love with Eric?

I think he's in love with you. Or are you still in love with daddy?

Shut up for a bit and cooperate.

Do you always have to be in love with someone?

For the time being, I'm on my own.

And if I have to be in love with someone, it's with you.

Why are your fingerprints in her apartment?

I've told you so often. Are you too stupid to understand?

Didn't you have to work?

The first performance of my son.

I wanted to warn you, Roos. There's something wrong with that guy.

I know it. I feel it.

I thought you were here for Davy. -Don't be stupid.

You don't have the information I have.

That guy's wife... -You don't have the information I have.

I'm here to help you, not to fight.

Don't you realise your help is patronizing?

Dave, are you coming?

Are the fingerprints all they had?

No, I'm also supposed to have the key to her front door.

That's true but God knows where it is.

And they'd thought of a motive for me.

What motive?

Just after we married, Julia got her heart condition.

She went downhill fast and took lots of medication.

She had to use that wheelchair.

Last year I had to go to Ireland for work.

I asked Mrs Van Lier to look after Julia.

Give her her medication, her food. She was very dependent.

When I came back, she was dead.

She had died a day earlier from heart failure.

But that's no reason to kill the poor woman.

What are you looking at?

Fingerprints get you into trouble.

Then you have to help me.

Does my tongue get me into trouble too?

What do you think, Jacques?

You made one mistake.

You arrested Eric Coenen too early.

Van Liers' house was covered by his fingerprints.

Was his wife's death ever investigated?

You're messing up the investigation.

What's wrong with him?

Hello?

Hello?

Mr Uffingh.

You told me I could come to you. -Do you know what time it is?

I can't sleep and the other doctor always gave me rohypnol.

Maybe, but I'm not a supermarket.

The sound below me's driving me mad. He types all night.

Alright, wait a moment.

Here are some sleeping pills.

I'll check out who lives under you and talk to them.

Sorry for calling this late.

Maybe you'll tell me to butt out.

Are you typing by any chance? -Yes, I am.

Mr Uffingh was just here. -That cranky man from upstairs.

I'll put something under it.

I hope you don't find this a strange call.

It just means you're a doctor who does a lot for her patients.

Call me if you want a new appointment for your migraines.

I will.

Ok. Bye. -Bye.

What's wrong, mom?

Nothing, darling. I turned on the cold tap by mistake.

There's nothing wrong.

All that gel in you hair isn't good. -Stop it.

Did you borrow a comic strip from the library?

Yes, why? -Did you return it?

No.

Davy, come here.

Did you also borrow books about colour theory, psychology and medication?

It's your card. When did you borrow the comic strip?

When I was sick. Mrs Van Lier got it for me.

Ok, go!

Doctor... help...

... clothes...

There's something on the tape. -I thought you had thrown it out.

She tried to explain something about clothes to me.

Clothes? Not interested.

What do you mean?

If I hadn't gone to Ireland, Julia might still have been alive. But I went.

You're wasting time feeling sorry about a phone call you should have answered.

Mrs Van Lier's dead, as is Julia.

That's not the point. She's been killed.

We're the only ones who know a bit more. -We only know she called you in vain.

That's all the tape tells us. You're driving yourself crazy.

Throw the tape out and forget about it. Her entire house was searched.

I'm also doing it for you. So they stop suspecting you.

I just want that you're ok.

That you don't do crazy things. That's all.

SHORT THEORY OF COLOUR

Shit, asshole.

Have you gone crazy?

What are you doing? This doesn't make sense.

But I found something. Look.

Julia. Is that your Julia?

Yes, one of the few things she still enjoyed.

But why did Mrs Van Lier have it?

Lots of people got paintings from Julia.

Leave it there.

It doesn't belong to you.

What are you thinking?

That I don't have a clue who you are.

Eric?

Sorry for bothering you this late.

What do you want?

Would you mind if I came in?

What do you want?

I'll be clearer: the idea is that I go inside with you.

And what do you mean by that? Go inside with me?

The same thing you mean by it.

But I don't know you.

I don't know you either.

Can you know yourself?

Aren't there many more people inside you?

Except the one you always show.

If you want me to force you, kiss me.

Are you always only Dr Roos Hartman?

Harder.

Dear doctor, I'm at this address. You're right. Lidy Van Oosterom.

Davy, I told you to go to bed.

Turn that off.

Stop eating candy. You just brushed your teeth.

Mommy, that was good.

What is this? Go to bed!

It's too warm to sleep.

Do as I say and go to bed.

Clothes... colours.

I remember. She suffered from cardiomyopathy.

Digoxin, once a day.

Triamterene, twice a day. Have a look.

That was a big blow for Eric. He always looked after Julia very well.

It's sensible that he's leaving.

I hope he'll enjoy Indonesia.

And the faxine.

...to take 4 triamterene and 1 digoxin...

But why would you...

But what in the opposite case?

The same patient takes 1 triamterene and 4 digoxin.

That wouldn't be good at all.

If that goes on for a while...

Ten days or so.

It would lead to cardiac arrhythmia and...

eventually heart failure.

Was Julia colour blind? -Yes, but Dr Hartman...

Thank you.

This shot alone isn't sufficient. You'll also need malaria pills.

When are you leaving?

In four days.

You've reached 713452, Jacques Posthuma. Leave a message after the beep.

You've reached 713452, Jacques Posthuma. Leave a message after the beep.

Jacques? Roos speaking.

Please answer if you hear me.

Do you hear me, Jacques?

Roos speaking. It's urgent.

I found out something.

And if it's true... Call me back, ok?

Hello. -Is this the doctor?

Hello? -Yes, Dr Hartman speaking.

My son's sick. -You can call the doctor's service.

He's got a high fever. -It's 12 PM. I'm not on duty.

I can't come now. -But you live close-by.

Alright, give me your address.

87 Parallelweg.

I'm coming over.

He's gone crazy. He's so drunk.

He kicked me everywhere. -Relax!

I won't go back to the bitches of the relief centre.

Lidy, I don't have time now. -You said you'd help me.

He's got a gun. He might kill me.

135XZ. That's the code of my front door.

Go in, have a bath. I'll be back soon, ok?

We'll talk then.

Where is she?

Keep your dogs quiet.

Where is she? -Let's be sensible.

Go home, call me when you wake up and then we'll talk.

Where do you live? On the fifth floor, right?

Fucking asshole.

I'll kill him!

Where's the lady?

Jacques, I'm glad you're here. -Where's Davy?

I found something out. -Where was Davy when it happened?

He was here, asleep. -And you?

I went to see a patient. -Don't lie, you don't have night duty.

They called so I left for a moment.

You were giving a blow job to that silly advertising guy.

You're not listening at all.

I know who killed Lidy, but he was after me.

I'm taking Davy and you can do what you want.

You don't understand. You have to help me.

Eric Coenen killed them all. -I have to help you? Did I mishear that?

Tell your stories to my colleagues downstairs. They might believe you.

It should have been me.

What do you mean by that?

Mrs Hartman.

He wanted to kill me because he knew that I knew...

what Mrs Van Lier knew.

First he killed his wife... or had Mrs Van Lier kill her.

The poor woman didn't know she was giving an overdose of digoxin.

Julia didn't see it because she was colour blind.

Can you come here?

I have a tape from when she was killed.

I should have given it to you already.

He took it.

Come to the station. We'll take your statement.

There's been a shooting around the corner. We have to go there now.

We'll have you picked up, doctor.

We've finished. We're leaving.

I have to go to the station.

Not that I know. We only do technical research.

I'm supposed to be picked up.

I'll ask, Good night.

Doctor, did you hear the news? They've got him.

The husband of Lidy Van Oosterom. He shot him.

Relax.

Relax, I was just at your door.

If I had known earlier, I'd have come to you last night.

It's terrible, but I'm glad they've got him.

It's over, Roos.

What's wrong? -Don't touch me.

Can I know what's going on?

You've used me as an alibi for the fingerprints.

Mr Uffingh.

What do you want? -Sleeping pills.

And better ones than the last.

That's blackmail. -Blackmail's not as bad as insomnia.

When you have an idiot that's typing all night...

I haven't slept for three nights.

I'll write you a prescription.

You didn't sleep all night because someone was typing below you?

From 11 pm until 4 am.

It's driving me crazy. They should lock him up.

You're talking about... -Eric Coenen.

Are you sure he typed from 11 pm until 4 am?

My ears are fine.

I'm so glad I gave you fake sleeping pills.

MURDERER SHOT ON THE RUN

How could you think that?

Did you have any proof?

You promised you wouldn't get angry.

But that was before I knew what you'd come up with.

I didn't have any real proof. It was just a theory.

I based it on Julia being colour blind, because of those paintings.

And Picasso was cross-eyed.

I'm good at lying, but you're not bad either.

I hardly know you.

The only thing I couldn't explain was why you'd want to kill your wife.

What about a very high life insurance?

I can't eat with one hand.

It's your own fault.

I told you my place wasn't much.

How long will you be gone?

Three months in Indonesia and after that I'll see.

When you'll be back, will you be looking for a new place to live?

You sound like my mother.

I'm fed up with this apartment.

Also with me?

You don't think I'd just let you go, do you?

Do you like lukewarm champagne?

I don't have any ice.

To Davy.

When will he be back?

Tomorrow. -Will you create some atmosphere?

For lovers only.

Shit, I have to go. -What?

I forgot I had to see someone. -You're not leaving now, are you?

I have to give someone an insulin shot. -Let someone else do it.

Hello, darling, give me daddy.

He's gone to get some Chinese food.

When daddy comes back, tell him to come here right away.

Right away, will you tell him? -Yes.

Write it down: "Come right away!"

What's wrong, mommy? -Right away!

Roos.

Why do you lie to me?

Did you find out everything?

I don't know anything.

You know everything

I don't know what you're talking about.

We can be honest to each other now.

I've always been honest with you.

Julia couldn't be saved. It was better for everyone.

My neighbour interfered with everything.

I don't want people to interfere with my life.

Why would I believe you?

Because I've started to love you. I don't want to lose you.

What's wrong, mom?

You can't run, Roos. You locked yourself up.

If you want me to believe you...

show me that you love me.

I want to feel it.

Janitor speaking.

Dr Hartman speaking. Can you call the police for me?

Mom, dad's still not back.

Can I help you?

Mommy?

What happened to Eric?

Come sit with me.

You know...

Eric's riding his big bike through China.

He can go as fast as he wants. No traffic lights.

Really?

No, darling, I don't know where Eric is. Nobody does.

I only know he's gone.