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Vulnerable.

Real.

Sacrifice.

New.

Safe.

Now.

Never.

Permanent.

Surrender.

Always.

Very good.

Are you still using the hourglass? -Yes.

Every day? -Yes.

Okay.

Excellent.

Nijhoff Hospital

No, no. Never mind. Later.

First Verhage.

Third-degree burns. A bar entered at the shoulder and one hit her rib.

So awful.

But should you be impaled, better there than elsewhere.

Better than the palate. Or the vagina.

How is her mental state? Is she lucid? -Well... Angry.

Angry? -Yes. Very angry.

Livid, even.

Mrs Verhage, we are EMB officers.

We are investigating what happened to you.

I understand this is hard.

But anything you can tell us about that night

would really help our...

Shush.

Shush.

I know that feeling.

Everything's black.

And cold.

Nothing to hold on to.

I am here to help you.

Tell me what you know.

I don't think she's going to be of much use.

Thank you.

Leopold Franck.

Ms Mouli.

So Leopold, this all sounds reasonable enough.

But you'll understand I cannot accept

that anyone, in any way

attempts to influence an EMB investigation.

You're once again overcomplicating things.

The only thing I wanted to ask you, as a friend

is that you treat the people I love with common decency.

First and foremost, Rianne.

And my son-in-law Rick, who's the mayor there.

If you could give him the feeling, even if it's no more than that

that he's contributed to solving whatever happened down in Spulne...

I would be very grateful to you, Mouli.

The strange thing is, Leopold

You know what Leopold, I’m not enjoying this conversation at all.

Thank you for your time.

Rianne? Have you seen my glasses? -Upstairs, think.

It's not exactly a dream start

when on your first day as mayor

you're faced with one dead pensioner, one maimed and another one missing.

Rather challenging.

Terrible too, of course.

We closely collaborate with EMB. We speak on a daily basis.

You'll understand that I can't share case details.

Your appointment here is rather surprising.

In light of your career, this is not exactly a step forward.

Mayor of Spulne.

Excuse me. It's Spulle.

That's what I said.

It's spelled Spulne. But it's pronounced as Spulle.

I know. And that's what I said: Spulle.

Well, I thought I picked up on an N in there.

I see you've got something stronger. -Thank you, sweetheart.

Was it your father-in-law's wish that you become mayor?

Well. I am, of course, responsible for my own career.

But Leopold Franck is my wife's father.

I love my wife and she is involved in everything I do.

She is very close to her father.

As I am to her.

Dad

But with something as serious as this, the responsibility lies with me.

How is he doing? Leopold Franck?

Leopold? -Is he fully recovered?

From the accident? -His wife drowned.

So he's hardly...

But I thought you wanted to talk about me?

Crap.

Excuse me. I... One moment.

Dad - photos, vases, albums

Hey. I understood the 'no press' was only in relation to the case.

That talking about my role as mayor was...

Lex, Lex, Lex. -What's up?

Can I have the recorder holding the interview?

I don't think so.

Pending the investigation, you are hereby banned from Spulne, Mr Laurens.

This is your final warning. You know what follows.

Right.

Look, I thought we would steer clear of the investigation, but I see that...

I'm sorry, Mr Laurens. Thanks for the whiskey.

I'd answer that.

Yes?

I have two EMB bitches tearing the place apart.

It's a bloody mess. I don't know what you did

but whatever it is, stop it. Now.

That senior constable? Dustin?

He keeps frogs. Did you know that? Hundreds of them.

He says they have their own language.

I asked him how he knew. He said he'd been to Germany

and that the frogs there sounded different than the ones here.

Seriously.

That's my senior constable, you know?

He keeps sucking up to those EMB clowns.

One of them does nothing but frown and mumble.

I'm not involved in anything. Anything at all. I mean...

Am I an idiot, Rianne?

There's no need to keep me in the dark.

What's the matter? -Just my shoulder.

And you've had enough.

Oh wow, I'm so intimidated. The almighty EMB.

Ouch. -Hey. Don't exaggerate, Rick.

Dammit, you nearly cut my toe off. -Oh, come on. I did no such th...

Oh. You're bleeding. Sorry, hon. I'll get you a plaster.

What are we doing here, Rianne? If there's nothing for me to do.

You can. Daddy knows what he's doing.

Daddy, Daddy. Do you know what you should ask him?

What we're doing in this shithole.

'Good for our careers.' Oh, yeah? Why?

Why is it good? For whom? -Honey.

Daddy knows best. But why? -Rick, please.

Dad knows everything, we know nothing. -You know nothing.

You don't know... I...

We owe everything to Daddy. Everything.

And if you're doubting Daddy, you're doubting me. Do you understand?

Do you get that?

Daddy is on his own, you know.

All on his own.

Here.

These are all the residents with form? -Yes. From Spulne.

Only Spulne? -Well, the region.

The what? -The region.

Wissels, Naken, Spulne. -Thank you.

That's Ludo Beddinger. Bit of a weirdo. Has lived here all his life.

What was his crime? -Burglary. But a long time ago.

He has cute twins now.

Dries Sengers. A bit of a weirdo as well.

He was always...

But that was because he... -Drank?

He beat up some women. Went to jail for a bit.

When he got out, he had an accident.

And now he's in a wheelchair. -Oh.

Yeah, this guy's a funny one.

From Body Needs. Also a bit weird.

Rumour has it that he does massages and the like. With eggs.

Massages? With eggs?

Yeah.

That's the rumour? -Yeah.

That he pushes the eggs right in.

With elderly ladies. In the convent. You know.

But it's all rumours.

Bruno Pavert.

That didn't get him a conviction. What did?

Something to do with taxes, if I recall.

And he lives in...? -Wissels.

Was he at the inauguration? -I wouldn't know.

I don't think so. No, no. He wasn't.

Okay, thanks. We'll go over it.

One coriander soup. Here you go.

And a Lebanese lentil soup.

So what's with all these pictures?

You're Lara? -Yes.

Lara Vis? -Yes.

Well Lara, it is none of your business

seeing as this is an ongoing EMB investigation.

But maybe you can help us. -Oh? How?

Do you recognise anyone in these pictures?

Ehm... Let me take a closer look. I'm not very good with names.

But these are faces, you know. Pictures of faces.

Probably not too good with faces either.

Ehm...

No... -Take a good look.

No. Not one.

Have you worked here long? -Yeah.

Yeah. Three months now. Every day.

Every day? So also on the day of the mayor's inauguration?

You were not at the party? -No, I was. At the party.

So almost every day. -Almost every day.

Dennis in da house.

Honey!

I'm so happy you're back!

Fuck.

Honey!

Dennis?

Honey? You okay?

Argh, fuck!

Calm down, you lunatic.

What the fuck? Did you really need to?

Why did you run? -I did not run, man.

You ran. -Well, that's my business, isn't it?

Just cooperate, love.

Dennis, where were you on the night of 22 to 23 August

during the mayor's inauguration?

On the 22nd? Ah. I was fucking my mother at the time.

If we call your mum, will she confirm this?

Let me tell you what I think of you. -Don't.

Where were you?

I was f....

I think Dennis was joking. Right, Dennis?

Where you actually with your mother? -Yes. I was with my mother.

How else would I be able to fuck her?

O, honey. -No, guys. No.

Just tell them where you were.

He was in Paris.

Is that correct? Were you in Paris? -Yes, I was in Paris.

What were you doing there? -What's that tower called again?

The Eiffel Tower?

I was under the Eiffel Tower... Uh...

Fucking my mum.

Stop it. Stop messing around, hon. Tell them you were out of town.

I was out of town. -Out of town?

Can you prove it? -Yes, I can prove it.

Hey, cool it. There's no problem, guys. Look.

Two tickets to Bertrand Tabac. -Who?

Four days ago. And who? Who?!

Viens dans mes yeux, mon chérie, you idiot.

Want more proof? Here.

Oh, and I got you this, honey.

Geez, man.

Is this the hotel you stayed at? -Who knows?

Yeah, that was it. It was, yeah.

Jackson here. EMB.

Do you know Dennis Kamp?

What's that? Kamp? Dutch? -Yes, Dutch. From Spulne.

Shit. Mr Kamp? I don't believe it.

Yes, he stayed here. That guy's such a dick.

He shat in the bed. -In the bed?

In the bed? -Yes.

We had to have it cleaned. It was disgusting.

The caretaker was not amused.

He left without paying. -That's nasty.

Well, thanks for the information.

Honey, I'm going home for a bit. -Sure. I'll call you later.

Lara?

Why did you lie?

I understand that you want to protect your boyfriend.

A little white lie, for love. But if there is something you haven't told us

then now is your chance.

Okay.

All three victims were elderly and residents of the convent.

The curate has an alibi.

Everyone has an alibi. They were all at the party.

Except for...

Bruno Pavert.

If Bruno was a masseur at the convent

why didn't the curate say so?

No.

No.

No.

No.

No, I don't recognise any of them. No.

No. No, I'm sorry. No. I don't recognise anyone.

You don't leave the convent much, I gather?

Your predecessor, pastor Dunkers, was very much in touch with the village.

He was always there for the villagers. -Absolutely.

But everyone has their own temperament.

I'm sure you do, too.

Maybe I'm a little less outgoing than our dear pastor Dunkers.

But the doors of the church are always open to everyone.

Everyone who carries a load, who needs to unburden.

They're always welcome to come to confession.

Are you a Catholic, Mr Malone?

Do you know these people?

Do you recognise these people?

Look at them. Don't look at me, look at the picture.

Do you speak English?

Which language do they speak?

If I'm honest with you, I haven't the faintest idea.

Where are they from? -Well, like I said.

When I arrived, they were already here.

Pastor Dunkers must have brought them back from somewhere.

And we're back. Yesterday, we ended with the candidate...

They always watch television after breakfast.

And they don't like to be...

Ladies? These gentlemen are EMB officers.

They'd like to ask you some questions about what happened Saturday.

Maybe...? How long till the end of the show?

Perhaps we can wait...?

Yes, let's wait.

It won't be more than three minutes and then we can...

Bruno Pavert! He's back!

Who's Bruno Pavert? And why are you lying about him?

Gentlemen.

I object to your tone.

I give you my full collaboration, open my monastery to you...

He worked here as a masseur. That much we know.

And he was sent away. Why? -No, gentlemen. I...

Answer him. -I fired him, okay?

That's what happened. Could not let it go on.

Could not let what go on? -This is a decent convent.

What Bruno did, was...

The ladies seemed rather enthusiastic when they saw him on TV.

Maybe a little too enthusiastic. If you get my drift.

So, he helped the ladies with their physical complaints.

Nuns or residents? -Well, both.

How?

Well, you know... -No.

With massage?

It didn't feel right. It gave me an increasingly bad feeling.

Why did you not tell us this? -I don't really know.

Perhaps...

I was scared. -Why?

Well, in recent decades, the Church has had...

How did Mr Pavert react when he was fired?

He wasn't fired. He wasn't officially employed here.

He works for Body Needs in Wissels.

But how did he react? -He was upset.

Indignant. Said he didn't understand.

It was a very precarious and difficult situation. What more can I say?

I want to know why you lied

about a person who has access to the convent

who may be guilty of inappropriate conduct towards the elderly

and who doesn't have an alibi for the night of the murder.

Because...

Because it was painful.

It never occurred to you that Pavert might have something to do with the murder?

No. Of course not.

I would have come forward immediately.

We'll be back.

Do not lie.

28 or Slam it?

28 or Slam It? What will you do?

28 or Slam It? Will you take another turn?

Where will you put it? What will you do, Bruno?

You have reached the voicemail of Dustin Poncke.

Dustin, this is Jackson. We need an address for Bruno Pavert. Call me back.

Where to next? -Body Needs in Wissels.

EMB.

We're looking for Bruno Pavert.

I'm Bruno. -Right. Come on in.