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It means something to live here.

It means something to be from Spulne.

Because it matters.

And therefore it matters that we have a mayor

who looks down on us

and watches over what we do, in a positive manner.

Mr Van Hulst. Mr Mayor.

I think it's time that we... That you...

Because you... It... It is time.

Yes, of course.

Ready? -No. I have no wish to be here.

Here is, ladies and gentlemen.

The man who will wield the sceptre in our beautiful village.

The man who will lead us into our future.

A future that will do justice to who we are.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you: Rick...

Rick van Hulst.

Thank you very much, councillor.

Good evening.

Let... Let me...

Once Spulne is in your blood, it is there to stay.

East, west, north or south, you won't find better either way.

Proud to be a resident, happy to be here.

Right over there.

Oh, it's our new mayor.

We're both very excited.

Yeah, and it was about time, too.

The mayor before you had no affinity whatsoever with the village.

You live in Spulne? -Not born, but raised.

Forty years, I danced and danced.

I danced on stage. At parties and weddings.

I jumped up and landed on my knee. Shattered it.

Damaged it well and good. -Well, we're calling it a night.

I wish you a very pleasant...

You have to show some guts.

You mustn't let yourself be scared.

You have to come through. For us, Spulne's lesser folk.

Because if you don't forget about us, we'll do anything for you.

Good night, Mr Mayor.

Well, I will... Good night.

A good night to you both. Good night, good night.

We're all off to bed and a good night's sleep.

You are the 200th person today to Slam It!

And that means that you win.

That's good, right? -Yes.

Look, that's better!

They'd all been drinking. -Just look at this.

Whoa, whoa!

They hardly count as adults. They're children.

We finally got us some kids, Rianne. -Rick, come on. Don't be negative.

Slam It!

Hey.

Daddy thinks very highly of you.

He knows what he's doing. You don't know these people yet.

Try to see it as a chance to show people what you're about.

Baileys? Baileys!

What?

Oh, my god. Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Help!

Yes?

What?

Our Country daily newspaper

I get that. I'm not saying we can't talk about menstruation...

I have to go to Spulne. -Lex. Good morning.

You heard, right? Rick van Hulst kicks off as mayor

with two gruesome attacks on pensioners.

Sit down, Lex. Gerrie, we'll talk later.

There's no time to lose. Press conference is at two.

I sent Joop.

Joop is our crime reporter.

And you, Lex. You...

You are... You were an excellent political reporter.

I mean, it's like sending the arts department into war.

People will ask: Walter?

Why did you send the arts department into war?

To which I'll respond: Lex made me. Because Lex is...

This is political, Walter.

A murdered pensioner. How is that political?

You had a whole year and you found nothing.

Catapulted by his father-in-law. Leopold Franck.

No.

No, no, no! We're not doing this again.

You had a whole year and you found nothing.

Nothing? I found loads. I...

If you weren't so cowed by Leopold Franck...

Christ Almighty. You were doing so well. Back in the saddle.

Have you fallen off the wagon? -Give me two days.

That's all I ask.

Recall Joop and give me two days.

This is all you've got? -Those are the names of the victims.

I know that. And this is all there is?

Yes. Mrs De Boer, dead and buried.

And Mrs Verhage, burned and impaled.

And there's a third pensioner missing. -What?

There's another person missing?

So what...? Are you sure? -Mrs Golf.

Yeah. We don't know exactly where, but...

Mr Mayor, I think it's about time to...

To say what?

I... I've... I've typed something up.

'Dear people...? So much nastiness...' What is this?

'Thanks for coming. It's been a big shock for everyone.' What?

Right. I'll improvise.

Okay. Move.

On the night of the 22nd of August

in and around St Matthew's Convent here in Spulne

Spulle.

Right, Spulle. A tragedy has unfolded of a cruelty

unparallelled in recent history.

Two residents were brutally tortured

resulting in the death of one of them.

There is one survivor of this tragedy.

She was taken to Nijhoff Hospital with serious injuries.

She is currently in a coma. Her condition is critical.

A third resident of the convent is missing.

Unfortunately, no trace of her has been found to date.

As the head of police, I am determined to get to the bottom of this case.

To find those responsible

and hold them accountable.

I'd now like to give you an opportunity to ask questions.

I think it would be good if everyone who has a question

that they raise their hand.

Mr Mayor will then indicate who can speak.

Ehm... Can you tell us about the modus operandi?

Yes. What I gather from the police report

is that Mrs De Boer was buried up to her neck in...

Sorry? -Sand in her mouth.

I understand Mrs De Boer also had sand in her mouth.

And the cause of death?

Yes, I think I could say something about that.

If that's okay with you, Mr Mayor?

I'm Dr Nijhoff. Head of the Dr Nijhoff hospital.

The victims were brought to us in the night.

I cannot say much about it as yet.

But all good things come to those who wait.

But we've already been...?

And the second victim?

Mrs Verhage. -Yes?

Well, she is still alive.

Or perhaps...?

Yes, she is alive.

But only just, I must say.

Penetration by the fence weirdly did not pierce any vitals.

We're keeping her in a coma because the pain would be unbearable.

Mrs Verhage was impaled on the convent's fence.

We think she must have fallen from the window of a storage room.

Or she may have been pushed. We're looking into that.

And she was on fire.

Well, that was...

Mr Van Hulst?

What's this? -EMB.

Hi. Rick van Hulst.

The mayor. And you are? -EMB.

Dustin Poncke.

Ehm... Do you know what's going on? -I certainly do.

Please come with me.

Hi, Sylvia.

Ah, Mr van Hulst. Assiez-vous. -Thank you.

Dean Martin. Teenage love affair.

Yeah. Oh, that Dean Martin. -Right.

Dean Martin. -Oh, if only...

Goddamn.

Philippe, come. Look what I found.

An stale slice of cake that we forgot about.

That explains all the flies.

Shall I take it? Or do you still want to eat it?

No way. I don't want to get ill. You have it.

You've got to be kidding. Then I'll get ill.

Right. Mr Van Hulst.

Mayor Van Hulst. -That's right.

I see here that you're married to Leopold Franck's daughter?

Right. Is he still...?

Well... He's all right.

Still pulling the strings, I guess? -Yes.

So. This terrible tragedy at St Matthew's Convent in Spulle.

I assume you're aware of EMB protocols?

Yes.

I believe so.

One of the main things is that when we take on a case

we take full control from the local authorities.

We take over all the files

and we demand full cooperation from you and your civil servants.

And no press. Any questions?

Yes. Ehm...

What is the reason that EMB...

That this specific case has caught your...

Attention?

We saw your press conference.

We're very much aware of the moral ambiguity

surrounding a private organisation with a monopoly on the use of force.

Every second of our existence, we go to great lengths

to live up to that responsibility.

We will get to the bottom of this, Mr Van Hulst.

You can count on that.

Okay.

Who did you have in mind for this?

Duchamps? -No. Too impetuous.

Reinhardt?

Too careful. Too precise.

No...

Jackson.

And Malone. -Oh?

Oh.

But... Malone? This soon? -Absolutely.

If I let him be, he'll go to pieces and never get back on his feet.

This is what he needs. Something simple.

There's something sick out there. It must be caught and eliminated.

Yes?

Yeah, okay.

Who's that?

Well?

I'll blow her brains out.

No, no. Don't shoot.

Go!

Show us your hands. Turn around.

It's for you.

Jackson here.

Okay.

Congratulations.

Welcome back.

So how long will they be staying? -No idea.

EMB stays till they get to the bottom of things, leaving no rock unturned.

Let's say two weeks, maybe?

What are their names? -I don't know.

They arrive today, so you can ask them.

I wanted to put their names on their door. Two rooms?

I'll give them rooms in the back. It's more quiet.

Don't bother. Those EMB boys hardly ever sleep.

Are you a fan, Dustin? -Yeah.

I took their introduction course, a long time ago. Toughest week of my life.

They lined us all up in a row in the surf.

Made us hold up a tree trunk, like this.

I didn't mind the shouting. But I got hungry.

Shall I simply put EMB on their doors?

Look here, Ruurd.

If you take a walk, you're just somebody taking a walk.

When I take a walk, everybody thinks: Slam It!

And I'm forced to explain for the umpteenth time: Slam It! is not a quiz.

I am not a quizmaster.

So what is it? Well...

To understand that, you must first understand Spulle.

Wha...? -Hush.

My name's Jackson and that's my colleague, Malone.

EMB.

You're Mr Rovers? -Yes.

Ruurd Rovers? -Yes.

And this is your bar? -Yes.

Country place. Western.

Mr Rovers, it's important you realise that we realise we are your guests.

This is your turf. But do you see that line my colleague's drawn there?

Everything on the other side of it is our turf. EMB turf.

And everyone on the other side of that line is our guest.

Or an intruder. Understand?

I'm looking forward to working with you.

The Wayne Suite and the Eastwood Suite. That's where we'll sleep tonight.

If you could prepare them for us? -Sure. But...

All our rooms are booked. Even the Gunsmoke rooms.

If you need help vacating the rooms

my colleague can be of assistance.

No. Lara, maybe you can go to the Wayne and Eastwood suites to...?

Sure.

Antiques Week.

It's Antiques Week. That's why this place is full.

And you are?

Ianneke.

Ianneke? -That's right.

Ianneke Liebeswasser? -Yes.

So you're the one who found them?

Yes.

People come from all over for Antiques Week.

So...

Can I turn the music back on? -Almost.

Jackson, was it? -Yes.

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Marnix West.

I host Slam It!

That's kind of a quiz. But as I was just telling Ruurd...

Mr Rovers? -Call me Ruurd.

Ruurd, would you be so kind as to fetch our things from our car?

I'm sorry. Maybe you can try the saloon in Wissels.

They may have rooms available. Just across the water.

Mr Eckhardt is upset. He refuses to leave.

He wants you to call the police.

Her mouth stuffed with sand.

Who would do such a thing?

Well, I think if something like that happens to you

you likely have no awareness of what is going on.

I'm not saying... -Who would do such a thing?

I need to know who did this.

Promise me you'll catch the person who did this. Please.

I promise you.

I promise that I will do everything.

Everything I possibly can... -Hello?

...to find the person responsible for this heinous act...

Sir?

It's...

It's...

Ah.

Rick van Hulst? -Yes.

You're EMB? -Jackson. My colleague is upstairs.

Dustin Poncke.

I can't help it, Charles. EMB orders. Try the saloon in Wissels.

Dustin Poncke.

I understood you were to report to my office at three?

Is that the file? -It is.

Any more information on Mrs Golf's condition?

Ehm... No. Not for as far as we know.

Nothing new.

Right. Then let's start from the beginning.

Ianneke Liebeswasser.

Could you tell us where you found Mrs De Boer?

Now?

Tripped on her head.

The weird thing was Baileys' reaction.

He ran off and...

I thought, where is he going? I just knew there was something amiss.

She was impaled on this fence.

Apologies. We're busy preparing tonight's service.

Dolf Lindemann. -Jackson. That's my colleague Malone.

It's just terrible. I have no words for it.

You identified Mrs Verhage? -That's correct.

Barely recognisable.

And where were you when it happened? -Me?

I was at the inauguration all night, like everyone else.

I even helped to tidy up.

I don't drink, you know. So usually I'm the one to switch off the lights.

Can you describe the evening and night of the inauguration to me?

Sure. So we switched off the lights. Like we always do. At nine.

The residents are in their rooms by then.

And we went to the town hall, to the inauguration.

How many people work here?

In addition to the nuns, there's three cleaners from...

I don't know exactly. -No one stayed behind?

No, the residents have an alarm button.

No traces.

Is this the back of the convent? -Yes.

What is this room?

A storage room.

If Mrs Verhage was alive before she hit the fence

she must have seen something.

Question is, will she wake up? -Hey.

Ah. Lex Laurens.

You're hindering an EMB investigation.

No, I'm a member of the press. I'm just...

No press.

Oh, ehm... I just wanted to...

That it is so dark that you simply cannot imagine

that it will ever get light again.

That it is so cold.

So cold that you cannot imagine it will ever be warm again.

That it is so empty.

So empty that you can't imagine it will ever be filled again.

That you are so scared.

So scared you cannot image that you will ever be...

Not scared.

That you really would like to say:

What on earth is going on?

That you would like to shout:

Hello?

Hello?

Why?

I don't understand it.

Pain.

Questions.

And pain.

It resonates in your head, day in, day out.

And the hope?

The hope that you will ever find an answer to your questions?

You have in fact already given up on that.

But there is an answer.

There is always an answer.

And it is always the same answer.

And the answer is

the inexhaustible grace

of the Lord God.

On behalf of EMB

on behalf of my colleague Malone and myself, Jackson

I would like to start by expressing my deepest condolences

to everyone who was affected by this terrible and obscene act.

Evil has manifested itself in your community.

This evil currently has no face.

We don't know who and we don't know why.

We also do not know where and when it will attack again.

We are here to track down this evil and eliminate it.

Only then can your community begin to heal.

Anyone who hinders our investigation

or who undermines us in any way

will be confronted with our intransigence.

And with our guns, if necessary.

The guns we carry to protect you

and uncover the truth.

We count on your cooperation. You can count on results.

We will leave no stone unturned.