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Els, what is going on?

You're acting crazy.

Els, what is going on with you?

Come on. Let's go!

EMB. We're looking for Bruno Pavert.

Joost.

Bruno? I'll... Karin?

Karin?

If you'll wait here?

Karin? -What's the matter?

I asked if they would wait outside.

These gentlemen are with... -The EMB.

We're looking for Bruno Pavert? -Bruno? He's working.

So where is he? -I can't tell you. That's confidential.

Ma'am, it's very important that we speak to Bruno Pavert as soon as we can.

So please tell us where he is. -I understand.

I have my problems too. But we're not doing anything illegal.

So feel free to schedule a massage with Joost.

But I'd prefer if you left. I have a client waiting.

Ma'am, I asked you twice. Politely.

I could take a different approach.

My colleague could search the rooms to find Mr Pavert.

You wouldn't want that.

You also wouldn't want Joost to be without some of his toes.

No, but I can't disclose client details. That would bankrupt me.

So he's not on the premises? -Here. A new client.

Van Hulst, Rianne. Now please put that thing away.

Feel that?

You're only just getting there.

Your resistance is waning. And that's good.

And now the body is starting to ask.

Does this happen more often?

It's okay.

This is your body.

Your body.

It's okay to feel it all.

Pleasure is a gift of your body.

A gift for yourself, from yourself.

All I do, is help you unwrap that gift.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock. You have a visitor.

It's you. Can you come in?

Bloody lock.

no caller ID

Rianne?

Rianne?

And you are...?

Bruno. Bruno Pavert. Body Needs.

Mr Van Hulst?

I've just treated your wife. -Treated?

Physio.

So where is she now?

Lucky.

You're a lucky man.

We have made a lot of progress.

She went from...

to...

Anyhow, I have to get going.

Rianne?

Rianne?

Rianne?

Jesus, Rick. I'm having a bath. Why don't you knock?

Just a massage.

It was rather nice.

He didn't strike me as a murderer.

I needed my chain. I have that petting zoo thing.

Round about now. And then I find that creep in the kitchen.

Did he say anything? -Not really.

Anything might be of assistance.

He said that Rianne...

That she started like this.

And then...

Then like this. And he whistled.

Told me I was a lucky man.

What did he whistle?

What did he whistle? -I don't know. Something like...

Like a bird.

Something like that. -Rick, please.

Just go already. -Honey, are you sure?

The petting zoo can wait.

I can't relax when you're home like this.

Right. I'll be quiet. -Honey, please.

Well, okay.

The car's out front. Will you... -She's in good hands.

And the door? -Yes.

Aargh. -Sorry.

No, it's okay. I'm fine.

I'll check out Bruno. -Keep me posted.

Dammit.

Don't tell Rick.

I don't sleep well.

What with the move, and Rick.

I want to support him. Be a good wife. But as a spouse, you're...

My mother passed away a year ago.

Perhaps you heard...?

I read about it. She drowned, I understand?

Yes, that's... That's terrible.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

My mother lost three children before she had me.

Three babies.

So now my dad has no one but me, you see?

And then this village... And Rick.

Sometimes I need someone who...

Who can release the tension. You understand?

Sometimes I just want to be touched.

I'm sure you recognise that need.

No.

Do you know what creates a lot of tension?

Secrets. And lies.

Oh.

Philippe?

By Malone?

So, I don't know what you did, but you got him good.

I've seen plenty of gunshot wounds, but the damage you did? Unbelievable.

He's lucky if we can salvage his shoulder.

We'll keep him under for another day, our Mr...Pavert.

So he'll live?

Yeah, yeah. Absolutely.

I'm off.

The mayor. Trouble at the petting zoo.

EMB rules are very simple.

Anything goes when people refuse to cooperate.

But according to both victim and witnesses that was not the case.

And since Jackson wasn't with you

it's their word against yours. Two against one.

That complicates things.

What would you call it?

A mistake?

No. Because if you made a mistake, I made a mistake.

And if I made a mistake, EMB made a mistake.

And if EMB made a mistake, that is the end of EMB.

Perhaps... -Silence.

Should I take you off the case, maybe?

I can't take you off the case.

If I take you off the case, I should not have put you on it in the first place.

Do you understand the kind of problem we have here?

Right, you come and stay with me for now.

Don't worry, you won't have to miss your owner for long.

Because you are going to solve this. Neatly and swiftly.

You will sort it and make our problem disappear.

Is the opening going through or what?

I don't think so, Dustin.

Everyone's in shock, the kids are very upset.

This is unacceptable. That creature is dangerous.

Look, if you take Baileys away, you might as well take Ianneke too.

He's all she has.

It's the country air, you know.

I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

But allegedly it's good for Rianne.

After that tragedy involving her mother.

But seriously?

Can you really put it behind you quicker

if you can see cows shitting in a field?

Well...

She's not been herself since her mother...

I can understand that you don't want to live near water.

But why not in the city?

Nobody drowns there.

Except in the bath, maybe.

That happens more than you think, you know?

Oh? Is that so? I didn't know. -Dead in your tub.

Still, it beats choking on sand. Right?

Or burning to a crisp on a fence. My god.

The mind boggles, Dustin. What is the world coming to?

Here.

I mean...

Right?

Look, I wouldn't...

I'm not doing anything, Dustin. Don't be such a scaredy-cat.

Mr Mayor.

We...

I... Would like to apologise.

Sorry for what happened at the petting zoo.

I'm really very sorry. -No, that's okay.

One more. On me.

For everyone.

Uh-oh. That's not allowed.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Hey!

You're going too far. -Mr Mayor?

No, Daddy. I'm not coming tonight. I don't feel well.

Also, it scares me. I don't want to go there.

Let's wait until we're sure they caught him.

We'll do one page. Rianne, come on. I need you, you know that.

Have you spoken to EMB? -Yes.

But I fear Rick will just have to get over it.

It is what it is.

Rianne, listen. It's just one page. Nothing can happen.

It is safe. Trust me.

I need you. You know that.

Honey? -Yes, I'll come tonight.

But Rick's home, so I've got to go. -Okay. See you in a bit.

Hey.

A frog.

You fucking loser! You're pathetic.

You can't do anything right. Nothing.

I saw a rabbit.

What?

I saw a rabbit.

Oh. Yes, they're... Coffee?

Why am I here, Lex? And why are you still here?

I have every right. This is Wissels, not Spulne.

'This is Wissels, not Spulne.'

I have something big, Walter.

And I need your help. -Oh? Really, Lex?

Leopold and Els Franck were a well-known glamour couple.

The upright former politician and his charming wife.

Then suddenly, we saw much less of Els Franck.

Then we stopped seeing her altogether. And then she drowned.

Her file's closed, Lex. -Her body was never found.

They way she behaved before she disappeared was suspicious.

This story about her drowning makes no sense.

The very night that Leopold Franck's son-in- law

Rianne Van Hulst's husband

is inaugurated as mayor in a village he has no affinity with

an elderly woman is murdered

another one maimed and another goes missing, at the convent.

And who runs this convent?

Dolf Lindemann.

So what?

It's too many coincidences to be a coincidence.

How did you come by that picture? Was it legal?

If not, we're in trouble.

EMB has nothing. They're on another wild-goose chase.

I can't go back to Spulne for further research.

But then I thought: I do not need to keep looking. I have everything here.

I just need to talk to someone who can fit the pieces together.

Rianne van Hulst.

She wants to talk, Walter. I can tell. She is the key.

Journalism is not about revenge, Lex.

Then what is it about, Walter? Playing along with the big boys?

This is a story.

And it will be told, no matter what.

It's up to you whether it will be in your paper or in another.

So tell me.

I swear to you, Lex.

If this goes wrong, I will gladly throw you under the bus.

Good afternoon. How are you?

Not to good, as you can see. I can barely use my arm.

There are strange rumours flying around about you.

Something about eggs?

Something about eggs? They're not eggs.

They have the shape of an egg.

They're tension scanners.

Are there complaints? Did anyone file a complaint?

No, there aren't any. And why?

People are happy with my treatments.

Why have you been barred from the convent?

Probably for the same reason my shoulder was shot to bits.

Because of rumours.

When the body asks, I give.

When the body does not, I do not. It's that simple.

What did Mr Lindemann say to you?

Nothing. He told me to leave. Without warning. Nothing.

Even though I was there all the time.

They were always so happy.

I hate turning my back on a body that asks.

It goes against everything I stand for.

What Body Needs stands for.

But let me tell you: I'm glad that I'm rid of that convent.

I never felt safe there.

And you know which body really asked?

Lindemann's.

He's likely never been touched with love in his life.

Also, I was the only one with a key to the old wing.

Except for Lindemann.

Would they give that to some sex guru? Of course not.

The old wing?

The stink wing, I called it. Of course it stinks.

If no one will go on the roof

to clean the reservoir.

I was up to my armpits in bird shit cleaning it out.

That's who I am. But I never even got a thank you. Nothing.

And a few weeks later, I was no longer welcome at all at the convent.

The roof.

You were supposed to show us the entire convent.

There's nothing in the old wing. No one goes there. It stinks.

You can smell it, right? It's the sewers.

The reservoir needs monthly cleaning.

But it costs a fortune and so it hasn't happened in years.

The ladder to the roof is in the back.

The ladder to the roof is a bit scary.

I personally don't like to climb it.

Jackson?