All language subtitles for Van.der.Valk.2020.S04E02.WEBRip.x264-TORRENTGALAXY

♪ ♪

PIET:
There's a van parked up
across the street from us.

It's probably nothing,
but you want to check it out?

♪ ♪

Eddie, where are you?

Daan!

(glass and metal shattering)

(phone ringing)
Bibi Franken rang.

Said she was waiting for me.

You have any idea where?

Wherever would mess
with your head the most.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpering)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

BIBI:
Ah, and this one.
(clicks tongue)

Daan's, like, six,

building sandcastles on the
beach-- that's, that's Xavi.

So sweet together.

Hmm, they were so close.

Precious memories.

They were such happy days.

You took your time.

You all right, mate?
Reasonable.

(chuckles):
He's anything but reasonable.

For some reason,

he didn't want to give us
your telephone number.

So, we had to, um, loosen his
grip to liberate his phone.

Could've just rung the station.

Oh, no, no, no--

it's much better to come

to your little hideout.

We even thought about
your scabby boat.

Where's Sergeant Suleman?

Please, sit.

You like your games, don't you?

I like to make my presence felt.

I like to be in control.

Which is why the present
situation concerns me.

Please, sit.

No, thanks.

What do you want?
Same as you.

To find out who did this.

Are you joking?

Got children?

Not yet.
Well,

if and when you do,
perhaps you'll understand

what it might feel like

for someone to take
your child's life.

I didn't have you down
as the sentimental mother type.

Sentimental, no.

Vengeful, yeah.

What have you done
with Sergeant Suleman?

♪ ♪

(stirring)

(engine stops, door opens)

(door closes)

LUCIENNE:
We have Jacko Gallas in custody
for the murder of Gregor Albers.

Did you order
that killing?
Seriously.

If I wanted Gregor dead,

I wouldn't have got Jacko
to do it.

So where does
Sofie Lommel fit in?

Who?

She managed some venues
of yours.

You want to tell us
about her?

That'll be a no, then--
it's funny, that.

Got the same response
from your son.

Just before you killed him.

The pain of losing Daan
is unimaginable.

And yet here you are.

My strength lies
in my resilience.

My virtue in my pride.

I didn't kill my son.

People often murder
people they love.

I mean, both Gregor
and Daan betrayed you.

They're men-- it's in their DNA.

LUCIENNE:
Let me get this straight.

Two people on their way
to a preliminary hearing

to give information against you
are killed,

if not by you, then who?

Maybe I've got a friend,

thought they were doing me
a favor.
Hm.

Or more likely an enemy

who wants to pin a double murder
on me.

Well, why wouldn't they let
the legal process do that?

Cynics seem to think
I buy judges.

Do you?

I want to know who did this
as much as you do,

whether you want to blame me
or not.

So, why don't we work together?

What do you say?

We say no.

Right, I'm going home.

Stop by any time.

I mean,
we could just arrest you.

You could try.

PIET:
Lena.

What are you doing here?

I, uh, got a message

to come, and...

Ah, isn't that nice?

Found happiness at last,
have we?

Oh, sorry about that,
that was us that called you.

Just, you know, so everyone
could be together.

(door closes)

Hey.

Do you have Bibi Franken's
fingerprints on file?

Never been arrested.

Well, you got them now.

Nice one-- we'll bag it.

They found
Eddie's phone.

Roadside where the van was
parked-- you were right.

Van was parked up
in a blind spot.

Were tech able to follow
where it went?

Only briefly, and then
the cameras just lost him.

PIET (sighs):
Okay, okay.

You okay?

Yeah, I mean,
it ruined the jacket, but...

See you later?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Guess what happened to me.

(swallows)

Well, you didn't do it
because you were here.

So, who did?

You know her?

Well, it looks to me
like you do.

She ran a string of bars
for the Frankens.

So?

I don't know everyone
that works for them.

Maybe seen her around,

I don't know.

One of my officers is missing.

You know anything about that?

So it's you and how many more?

Why don't you ask Bibi?

So no mention of Bibi
earlier.

Now he's pointing
the finger.

He lied about
Sofie Lommel, too.

He knew her-- it was written
all over his face.

So what are we saying?

She worked for the Frankens
and her death

was something to do
with Gregor and Daan?

Maybe she knew something
and they silenced her?

What do we know
about her family?

Just the mother, Maud.

No father named
on the birth certificate,

but I asked for a name:
Michael Becker.

Michael Becker.

Right, let's check him out.

HENDRIK:
Piet, postmortem
on Daan Franken

revealed several tiny particles

of bomb fragments
containing lithium.

Now, I'm no bomb expert--
well...

(sighs):
Just spit it out.

It's consistent with
certain types of batteries

used to power electronics,
hmm?

Fits with a detonation

via what? A smartphone?

Great, thanks.

Couldn't do it
without you, Hendrik.

Uh, what he means is,
what does that tell us?

Triggered remotely probably
via wireless communication.

Now, if I was
a betting man...
Which you are.

...bomber would need to be
quite close to the scene.

Like, at the scene. Boom!

Hey...

LUCIENNE:
She's pleased to see you.

Yeah, probably just
smelled the cordite.

Eddie?
No news.

It's not your fault.

Really?

I asked Eddie

to check the van.

I mentioned the van
to Baz, Daan, and Anton.

LUCIENNE:
Yeah, but

Anton denied all knowledge,
Daan's dead,

and Baz is injured
in hospital.

He's hardly going to blow up
a bomb

when he's stood right next
to it.

And for the record, we've done
a sweep of both safe houses

and all the vehicles.

There's no bugs.

Well, it must be Kalie,
then.

Oh, yeah.

About that.

Oh, talk of the devil.

A word-- now, please.

Your department
accessed my file

and have been asking
questions about me.

If you want another date,
just ask me.

(chortles):
I don't.

Why are you resisting
my involvement?

Always did.

Not how I remember it,
baby face.

Yeah, can you not call me that,
please?

Oh, I'll call you what I want.

Okay.

Let's just keep the past
out of it, shall we?

The point is,
you could be the killer.

I'd need motive.

To kill you, yes.

Gregor, no.

Daan, why?

Anything else to go on?

Yeah, yeah,
I've, uh, seen your temper.

I thought we were keeping
the past out of this.

Not to mention your complete
lack of empathy.

(laughs)

Coming from you?

Wow!

Oh, not just me.

Not just me-- I have my sources.

Your dog is not a source.

My dog is dead!

I know!

And it's not my fault he died,

and it's not my fault
he didn't like me.

She.

Mandy was a she.

Can we get back to the case?
Please.

Whatever Gregor had done
in the past,

like us, he was trying
to get over it,

like us, he was
trying to move on, and like us,

he was doing
the right thing.

My job, my promise to him,

was to protect him,
and I failed.

I mean, if you're asking
to help out...

I'm not.
Right.

I'm not asking for anything;
I'm telling you,

I'm working on this case
whether you like it or not.

I know the guys who run security
at the compound.

Me and Baz liaised with them
over this whole thing.

I want to know who did this.

Because it matters,
because it means something,

because it hurts.

Is this you bluffing?

Do you know
what your problem is, Piet?

No, but I'd,
I'd love you to tell me.

Trust.

Why is that?

Where did that
come from?

You never did say.

Maybe one day, you'll explain
that to whoever is in your life.

And maybe not trusting is why
you're a good detective,

but it doesn't make you the
best human being in the world.

(exhales)

I trust my team.

And I trust my instincts.

Really?

And what do your instincts
tell you right now, about me?

Innocent or guilty?

Which is it?

Innocent.

But I could be bluffing.

(door opens and closes)

♪ ♪

(coughing softly)

(coughing heavily)

(swallows, gasps)

Apologies, gentlemen.

It's enough to wake the dead,
isn't it?

(exhales)

♪ ♪

Did you get a confession
out of Kalie, then?

You know, she could
be quite useful.

Don't you start.

What's this about you
thinking of having kids?

"Not yet," you said.

Not ruling it in,
not ruling it out.

You never mentioned it
before.

Would that be on your own
or with someone?

Don't know.

You ever thought about it?

Me?

Don't be ridiculous.

(people talking in background)

(slots machine playing)

How'd you find me?

Oh, all the washed-up
lawyers drink here.

We figured you'd be
drowning your sorrows.

Trust me now, do we?

Not necessarily--
you know, it could be guilt.

But we need a favor--
is that out of the question?

Not in a civilized world.

But this isn't
a civilized world, is it?

And here was us hoping that
you were a nice kind of guy.

Nice guys finish last.

(game ends)
So yeah, I'm all out of favors.

We need to read everything
you got on the case:

research, evidence,
testimonies-- the lot.

Can't do that.

Lawyer-client blah-blah,
I know.

What have you got to lose?

Accreditation, career,
reputation.

Well, your reputation's
shot anyway.

I'd be struck off.

What if Bibi's being framed?

What if I'm
Jimmy Stewart?

We're serious.

Who stands to benefit
if Bibi's put away?

Humanity.

As a whole.

We need to figure out
what's going on and why,

and to do that,
we need everything you got.

Nope.

More drinks.

Well, you can do what you want,

but I'm gonna fight
for this lost cause

and every other lost cause
in (muted)damn history.

And you know why?

Because once Justice
walks out of the building,

once Truth walks out
of the door,

we're all shot.

Jimmy Stewart.

"Mr. Smith Goes
to Washington."

No, that's not it.

I know that film backwards,
and that's not in it.

Okay, I made it up,
but that's not the point.

The answer is no.

(slots machine playing)

Do you know what really
bothers me?

I work all the hours
God gives.

No social life,
no partner, no sleep.

I'm a joke to everyone,
and for what?

I don't even have the money
to look after my offices.

Broken windows at the back,

loose hinges,
fit to drop at any second.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(door rattles)

(softly):
Just hold that-- hold it!

All right!
Just here.

Keep it steady,
keep it steady.

(door creaking)

Ah, even better.

♪ ♪

(flashlight switch clicks)
Like a herd of bloody elephants.

Come on, then--
where do we start?

We're looking for anything
on Sofie Lommel.

(flashlight switch clicks)

JULIA:
Needle in a haystack, right?

(mumbles)

I'm not sure about that.

Cash flow reports
for every bar Sofie Lommel ran.

Got the draft accounts
and the official ones.

And there's a big difference
between the two.

Money laundering.

If Sofie Lommel was
money laundering for them,

why kill her?

PIET:
I'm not sure she was.

She didn't sign off on them.

Someone else did.

Xavi Franken.

Right, maybe we'll
pop in for breakfast.

♪ ♪

(inhales)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(coughs)

(exhales)

Cheers.

(breathing softly)

♪ ♪

(page turning)

And did you get any sleep?

No.

No news on Eddie,
I take it?

(footsteps thumping)

It's okay, it's locked.

(metal clanking)

♪ ♪

(metal clanks)

(object shifts,
footsteps approaching)

Hey.

Hey.

Double espresso macchiato,
right?

Right.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't expect him
to have company.

Why not?

KALIE:
Oh, you...

You clearly haven't
known him long.

I've known him quite
a while, actually.

You?

Uh, Lena,
this is, um...

Um...

Oh, is it-- Kalie, that's it!

Kalie, that's Lena.

Nice to meet you.

How come you knew how to get in?

Oh, she's, she's, um,
she's police security.

She's very good
at picking locks.

Very tricksy.
I know where
the spare key lives.

He showed me.

Did he now?

(weakly):
I don't recall.

Me and him used to be, um...

Got that.

It ended badly--
well, in fact,

it, it didn't, it didn't,
it didn't start well, either.

The middle any good?

Not great, not great.

Why are you here?

I think I've found your bomber.

Goes by the name
of Frans Tanner.

We know.

No, you don't.

The head of security
at the compound

checked everyone
who had access yesterday,

only there's no official record
of him working there.

You could just be
feeding me this.

Hm, or...

You could trust me.

And for what it's worth,

I'm sorry about Mandy.

(hatch opens and shuts)
Mandy?

Did I ever tell you why I

fuss over Dahlman's dogs,
but don't have my own?

Because you don't want
the responsibility.

No, it wasn't always the case.

Before Sniffer, before Trojan,

I had a rescue dog, Mandy.

She got ill.

What's that got
to do with Kalie?

She didn't like her.

Well, maybe
she's not a dog person.

No, no, no,
Mandy didn't like Kalie.

Kalie was with her
when she passed.

I was at work.

And I regret that the last thing
she saw was Kalie.

And that's why you ended it?

Well, not entirely, but it,
it didn't help.

And she's a bit in your face,
as well.
(chuckles)

I definitely wasn't ready
for that then.

Are you ready for that now?

With you?

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Long night, right?

Longer morning.

Although this guy,
Frans Tanner?

Not legit security.

Let's check the military.

If he's our bomber,
he knows explosives.

Where did you get this?

Kalie.

That's useful.

Maybe we should loop her in.

Yeah, maybe you should
think again.

She knows the case.

She's been all over it.

Yeah, like a rash.

Hiya.

Not off work with grief,
then.

Um, yeah, I've got
a business to run.

Yeah, we want a word
about that.

Can I?
Yeah.

Hang on a minute, hang on.

Hang on, just, uh,
checking there's no bomb.

Can you not do that?

(loudly):
I like the feel
of this place.

Good vibe.

Wholesome.

Really like the name.

So, uh, on brand.

LUCIENNE:
Venus Fly Trap!

Named after a plant
that looks great

and then kills mercilessly.

Where'd you get the
inspiration for that from?

I don't know,
it just, just came to me.

We need to talk to you
about money laundering.

Oh!

You got any sesame seeds to go
with the acai berries?

I think we're out of them.

Was it your mum who taught you
how to money launder?

I mean, the apple doesn't fall
far from the tree, does it?

Even if it is organic.

Look.

Okay, what makes you think

I have anything to do
with money laundering?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I can't divulge sources.
Ah.

Do you want the Venus porridge

or the granola bowl?

Mm, Venus,
every time.

Of course,
you get why we're asking.

Your dear old mum--
she's fine, by the way.

Yeah, I'd say she sends her
regards,

but she didn't-- funny, that.

Anyway, she insists
she's innocent of the murders.

LUCIENNE:
Which only makes sense

if someone else is responsible
for them.

Someone else who stood to lose
if the hearing took place.

Yeah-- oh, someone like you.

Oh, my God.

LUCIENNE:
And not just this
chain of restaurants, either.

There's also the bars
that Sofie Lommel ran.

She's dead, too.

Yeah, was Sofie Lommel involved
in the money laundering?

Something go wrong?

What?

Look, I, I have no idea what
you guys are talking about

at all.
I mean, we could do this
at the police station.

Only the food,
it, it's not as good.

Yeah, maybe you should talk
to my lawyer.

Come on, don't be like that.

I don't care if you cooked
the books.

But I do care about dead people.

You know this guy

by any chance?

We think he might have blown
your brother

to bits.

Why?

So I think

we should do this
through the lawyers.

Give him a call.

♪ ♪

Jesus.

You look terrible, man.

Well, you can talk!

Anyway, you should see me
on the inside.

Hair of the dog?

No, I've had my last.

I've decided to quit.

(chuckling):
Hm.

(scraping, grunting)

(panting)

(scraping)

(band snaps, Eddie gasps)

(panting)

You are a forensics guy, man,
not a doctor.

You shouldn't jump
to conclusions.

My work's
all about conclusions.

Certainties, deductions,
endings, facts.

Anyway, I am a doctor.

Not for people
with a pulse.

You gonna tell Piet?

No.

Nor are you.

Gotta go to work.

Got fingerprints
to chase.

Take care, huh?

So we think maybe Jacko
here

was working in tandem
with Frans Tanner.

That makes sense, right?

What's the connection
with Sofie?

Well, Jacko and Sofie both
worked for the Frankens.

I mean, he said he didn't know
her, but clearly he did.

I don't know,
could be friends?

Lovers?
And Tanner?

No idea-- you got a plan?

No.

Yeah.

Maybe.

Actually, no.

We might need
a bit more than that.

Well, we've got to do
something.
(exhales)

Let's wing it.

Call that a plan?

Great!

PIET:
It's not going well,
is it, Jacko?

I mean, one, you got caught.

Two, we found out
about Frans Tanner.

He a friend of yours?

PIET:
And three,

despite what you said earlier,

we don't think Bibi Franken's

responsible
for the murders.

Which is what you wanted us
to think, wasn't it?

PIET:
What was Sofie Lommel to you?

Just another lowlife
criminal?

Same as you, was she?

Started on the small stuff,
worked her way up?

You know nothing.

I know she's dead.

I know she was
money-laundering scum.

She had nothing to do
with that.

Oh, yeah, she did--
she was up to her neck in it.

No, you got it wrong.

No, she was as corrupt as hell.

No, she wasn't!

She refused to be part
of it.

And that's why it's...

That's why what?

Come on, what have
you got to lose?

It's not like you're
going anywhere, is it?

Did Gregor Albers drive
the car that killed her?

Is that why you killed him?

Because she was your girlfriend.

♪ ♪

Well, there's your motive,
right there.

(clearing throat)

Yeah, that wasn't a sick cough,
it was a cough for attention.

Yeah, we're a bit busy.

Yeah, well,
you're gonna like this.

As a matter of routine,
forensics took prints

at both safe houses.

Now, of course they did,
it's their job to it.

(sniffs):
Say what you like
about forensics,

they're very, uh, forensic.

Should we pull up
chairs or what?

No, but you might
want to show some grace

and dignity and patience, Piet.

(coughs)

As you know,

Cliff rather deftly managed
to do

what none of you lot have done

and took the fingerprints
of Bibi Franken.

Okay.

So?

Her fingerprints are all
over both safe houses.

♪ ♪

PIET:
Still no news on Eddie?

How the hell did Bibi Franken
get access to both safe houses?

Someone on the inside?

Mentioning no names, of course--
begins with a K,

ends in -alie.

Yeah, she speaks very highly
of you, too.

Isn't the question not just how,

but why Bibi Franken
would visit the safe houses?

Does she need a reason?

Seems odd to me.

Frans Tanner isn't Frans Tanner.

There's no official record
of him anywhere,

including the military.

So he knows how to fake an I.D.

We got any news on Baz van Zijl?

Oh, kept in overnight, but
going home today, thankfully.

Have we got any footage
of the explosion?

Sure.

If we think Jacko was involved
with Sofie,

could Frans Tanner
be related?

Brother, maybe?

Mother said Sofie
was an only child.

Yeah, just
because Maud Lommel

only had one child

doesn't necessarily mean Sofie
didn't have siblings.

I mean, half-siblings.

Dad could have had kids
with someone else.

What was the father's name
again?

Michael Becker.

Only we've drawn a blank
against him, as well.

Maybe that's the point.

Frans Tanner,
Michael Becker.

Someone who knows
how to fake I.Ds.

I know what we missed.

We need to get
Bibi Franken to talk.

(gate clangs in distance)

(footsteps approaching)

(key turning)

(yelps)

(yelping)

(yelps)

(panting)

Okay, I want answers
and I want out of here.

So, you better start
talking now!

Just stay out of it--
it's none of your business.

You made it my business.

(groans)

♪ ♪

I'm here for Bibi.

She'll see me.

(door closes)

BIBI:
...issues--
let me deal with it.

(knocks softly)
Yeah, come.

(Lucienne whistles)

Who says crime doesn't pay?

Very cozy.

Is flying the nest harder
than you thought?

Or maybe

families that slay together
stay together?

So what is this, then,
like, a baseless accusation?

Another one?

Truth about Sofie Lommel
would be nice.

Or is that too much
to ask?

(inhales)

Are you okay for air?

Imagine the oxygen's quite thin
up there

on your high horse.

Surprised you don't
have a nosebleed.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

LUCIENNE:
We want to offer you a deal.

We don't do plea bargains.

Hm.
Nor do we.

But we want to offer you
the opportunity

to come face to face
with your son's killer.

♪ ♪

In exchange for...

Using you as bait.

But you're gonna have
to get rid of the muscle.

(exhales)
All the henchmen.

And why would we agree to that?

Your son's killer's

not gonna turn up when you're
surrounded by security,

and, believe me, they will know.

I'm sorry, um...

Like, are you insane?

Yeah, maybe.

But that's why we'll be here.

(Xavi chuckles)

All right.

I agree.

(snaps)

(sighs)

(phone rings)

HENDRIK:
Piet?

It's a wild goose chase,
I'm afraid.

I mean, yeah,
there's a lot of them,

but it doesn't mean
she's been in the safe houses.

Right, you might have
to explain that to me.

Well, they're all portable
items, you know?

And I think they've been
planted here

and at the other safe house--
bits and bobs.

Everyday stuff
she wouldn't have missed.

Okay, that a former pickpocket
like Jacko

could have stolen without
her knowing to frame her.

Exactly.

(sighs):
Look...

I've not been
on top of my game, all right?

And, um,

I've been conned
and I fell for it.

No, you didn't--
what you on about?

You figured it.

(button presses)

(coughs softly)

(shutter clicks)
Thank you.

(phone chimes)

(phone rings)

(Velcro tears)

EDDIE: Hey, you miss me?
Eddie?

You okay?

Oh, you know,
just chillin'.

♪ ♪

Got my assailant, though.

White male, early 20s.

All right,
the name's Frans Tanner.

Only it's not.

We need to find out who he is
urgently.

I don't know--
just think of something.

♪ ♪

(engine stops)

♪ ♪

Heard they were
discharging you.

Yeah, thank God.

I'm not the best patient.

How's the case going?

We're getting there.

I can't really discuss it
in detail,

apart from to say
Bibi Franken's being framed.

And I need to know
who by.

Yeah, this yard I'm in,
I've checked it out.

And I know who Frans Tanner is.

Turns out it's a family affair.

Sofie Lommel
was his half-sister.

How're we doing
with Bibi Franken?

LUCIENNE:
She agreed.

Baz van Zijl?

Yeah, yeah, he'll play ball.

I spoke to a special forces
veteran

who worked undercover
with Michael Becker.

You were right--
it's a fake name.

Turns out it's quite
a family affair.

Frans is Sofie's half-brother,
working with her father,

who we happen to know.

Eddie figured it.

He's in one piece,
he's bringing Frans in.

He's fine.
(both exhale)

JULIA:
Thank God.

Oh, and you two, be careful.

Sure.

We have backup.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

The muscle's all gone,
is it?

You got any guns hidden
anywhere?

We keep our side
of the bargain,

you keep yours.

XAVI:
You guys are professional,
right?

Am I, am I going to look
out the window,

or are you going to help me?

Killer's a pro--
won't come in the front.

And what makes you think he
or she is going to come at all?

We said you were innocent
and would walk free.

Got the impression
it didn't go down too well.

♪ ♪

(door opening, creaking)

♪ ♪

(murmurs)

♪ ♪

Hey.

You can put the gun down.

Come on,
we're all friends here.

Baz, meet the Frankens,
the Frankens,

meet Baz van Zijl.

Or should I say
Michael Becker?

How did you know?

We watched the explosion.

You didn't run back to the car.

You raised your arm

just a split second
too soon.

You knew what was
about to happen.

Just close enough to get
injured

so we didn't suspect you, but
not close enough to get killed.

Risky.

I wouldn't have cared
if I got killed.

BIBI:
So...

You killed my son.

An eye for an eye
and a son for a daughter.

Sofie worked hard
for you,

and she stood up to you.

Unlike your pathetic,
spineless sons.

Now, now.

We were a real family,
not like yours.

You don't have that in your
life and you never will.

We came to it late, but it was
all the stronger for that.

Forgive me if I don't cry.

I should kill you right now.

PIET:
Come on, you're not going

to kill her
in cold blood.

You're a professional.

You want answers.

I'm done with answers.

(gun drops, Baz groans)

(gasping)

(Piet exhales)

(drawer opens)

Looking for this?

Okay.

You thought
you could take me on.

You were wrong.

KALIE:
Well, I don't think so.

Let him go.

Guns on the floor-- I mean it.

(guns dropping)

If you want your son
to live,

start talking now.

Why'd you have Sofie killed?

(inhales)
Mum, don't.

Stop it.

Talk!

Don't! Don't!

She wouldn't be bought.

She found out
about the money laundering

and threatened to go public.

Daan?

Wanted to take over.

I needed a show of strength
to know he was

capable.

You got Daan to have Sofie
killed,

and then went back on your word.

BIBI (softly):
I changed my mind.

(aloud):
Xavi wanted to come back
under my wing.

He was always the stronger,

more capable...

Trying to break away
and all that.

Sofie died for nothing.

Kill him!

Don't!
(Xavi whimpers)

Don't!

♪ ♪

She's with us.

We just needed the confession.

You're under arrest for ordering
the murder of Sofie Lommel.

KALIE:
Here we go.

Let's go.
LUCIENNE:
Yeah.

♪ ♪

You know, there are ways

of bringing people down.

This was
for the little people.

The ones
nobody fights for.

I do.

♪ ♪

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

(car door closes)

Enjoy pointing a gun
at me, did you?

(car door opens)
You know I did.

(car door closes)
Thanks for ringing.

Didn't know
you still had my number.

No, Lucienne gave it to me.

No, I didn't.

♪ ♪

KALIE:
So,

you trusted me in the end.

Maybe there's hope for you
after all.

See you around, van der Valk.

♪ ♪

There you are!

(both chuckling)

You want to get in?

Give you a lift
to the Scheltema.

I'd rather walk, to be honest--
had enough of vehicles.

Let's walk, then.

♪ ♪

If I get a ticket,
I won't be happy.

♪ ♪

(click)

♪ ♪

PIET:
Our prime suspect
is someone

who's been missing,
presumed dead.

FLINN:
They want their money!

They'll be coming for me next,
and you!

(dog barking)

(grunts)

I am your best chance
of finding her.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ANNOUNCER:
Visit our website for videos,
newsletters, podcasts, and more.

And join us on social media.

To order this program,
visit ShopPBS.

"Masterpiece" is available
with PBS Passport

and on Amazon Prime Video.

♪ ♪