All language subtitles for Grijpstra en de Gier

717, come in.
-717 speaking.

There's a problem at Kromme Waal
Street.

Can you go have a look?

Problem at Kromme Waal Street.

That was Sientje. She's new.

Oh yeah?

Do you know her?
-I've never seen her.

I hope I'll never meet her.
-Is she ugly then?

Probably.
-717, come in, please.

We're from the Detective Department,
Miss.

Send uniformed police out.
Gives them something to do.

717, no other car's available.

There are winners...
-And losers.

And we're the losers again.

Police.

First aid kit.

What did he look like?

A young man, blond hair.

Yellow pants.

Are you coming?

That's correct, 717.
A body in the Haarlemmer Houttuinen.

Hindistic Foundation.

What could that mean?
-Goofballs.

Aping the East.
You can ring the doorbell.

And you can cut the corpse loose.

Police. Do you know anything about
a dead person in this house?

That's a bank card.

H.F. Grijpstra, Inspector.
Come in, Inspector.

Where did you get that outfit?
-I work with the police.

Parking police, that is.

The dead man's name's Piet Verboom.

He owns this house and is chairman
of the foundation.

He's meditated himself bonkers.

What did I tell you?

Why didn't you cut him loose?

I didn't touch anything.
I left him for you.

We from the police cut someone like
that loose right away.

He might still have been alive when
you found him.

He was dead.

Can you...
-make a phone call?

Then we'll cut him loose.

Dangerous weapon, Inspector.
-Yes, I'm not allowed to have it.

But I've had it for so long.
From the lost and found department.

A very useful department.

Last year they stored a drum kit
in our office and it's still there.

Sergeant De Gier speaking.
3 Haarlemmer Houttuinen.

We've got a dead man.

Send the whole circus.

What's your name?
-Van Meteren.

Did you know him well?
-I live here, Inspector.

First name?
-Karel-Jan.

But they also call me Habberdodas.

Habberdodas.

Did you two ever fight?

This afternoon as well, in his room?
-Yes.

And you hit him.

I threw a book at him.

A red book.
-A red book.

How do you know that?

Suicide?
-Could be, but he was hit on the head.

Let's have a look then.

Cardozo!
How long have you been with the police?

11 months.
-Good, you stay here and do as I say.

Go get coffee.

A shame the wound didn't bleed, because
then he'd really have been hit.

Then it could have been murder.

Manslaughter. Murder's always so hard
to prove.

Although we try.
We can always try.

But it isn't even manslaughter.

The book hit him, that's all.
Just a grazing wound.

So suicide by hanging.

Good, the case is solved.
The lady can go.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You heard it.
-The book hardly hit him.

Why would he have hung himself?

Two corpses in one day.

It's too many.

What is it, murder or suicide?

Suicide by hanging.
-Case closed!

Good evening, gentlemen.

Come, let's over perform a bit.

It's still not clear to me what you're
doing in this house, Habberdodas.

I live here, Inspector.

Do you rent this attic?
-I don't pay rent.

Piet liked to have a policeman
in the house.

There's a bar downstairs and
sometimes there are problems.

You speak with an American accent.
Not many Surinamese do that.

The Netherlands had many more colonies
than you think, Inspector.

I'm from Saint Martin.
We speak English there.

What's been going on all day?

It's half past midnight.
I'd like to go to sleep.

Take it easy, Miesje.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Are they friends of yours?
-They're from the police.

Has there been an accident?

Piet fell.
-Is he dead?

He's dead.
-Piet Verboom's mother.

That's it, a room like this.

With a view of the harbour.
I wish I lived here.

Your house, your wife, the little
Grijpstra's.

I don't have a house.

I have an apery, but I'm not
an ape.

I'm a human.

And this is a room for a human.

Come on, come on.
-Don't you 'come on' me, Sergeant.

One day I'm going to walk out
of the apery.

Let's go home before we work
overtime.

Cardozo, an alcoholic!

Don't let him walk around like this
or he might be hit by a car.

I heard burglars.

Me too.

Olivier!

Go away!

Inspector Grijpstra speaking.

Haarlemmer Houttuinen?
No, we were there yesterday.

We're not going there again today.

A house search?

What's wrong with her?
-She's crazy, isn't she?

What's crazy?
She can't look after herself anymore.

So she has to go somewhere.

They think she's suffering.
-Well, isn't she?

Not at all.
-Nonsense, she's old and suffering.

Of course, she doesn't feel well.

But you're talking about suffering.
-What's suffering then?

Suffering's an illusion.

And illusions are nonsense.
-Exactly.

Guys.

Damn good hash.

There's hash in one of
the containers.

I'll keep that for the lab.

One container of hash.

We haven't finished searching.

What's in the other
containers then?

Soup.

Japanese soup concentrate.

Add water to make a brown soup.

So one container of hash...

and enough soup for the entire city
of Amsterdam.

Next time you want a house search,
think again.

The police don't see hash as a crime.

Heroin yes, but not hash.

Found anything?
-Maybe, that's up to you.

Aren't you in charge of
the investigation?

Grijpstra's in charge.
-You two are partners.

Are we? I'm no one's partner,
I'm not a dog.

You're no one's partner.
Do you want to see what I found?

Please.

Hey, that's not allowed.
-Right.

He says it's a souvenir from
Saint Martin.

The police there shoots at boats
with smugglers.

Violation of the fire arms act.
Habberdodas could be in trouble.

He'd lose his job with the parking
police.

And maybe his unemployment
benefit as well.

What did you do?
-Nothing yet.

Tell him to come to the station
to have the barrel sealed.

Then he can keep it.
-Very good.

And tell him to do it this week
or he'll be in trouble.

Yes, boss.

And write a report with a copy
for the arms room.

Yes, boss.
-And don't call me boss.

No, boss.
-No, boss.

Feel around well.

Make sure you don't miss anything.

There's a gentleman in the room
of the corpse.

He's an accountant and he's closing
the dead man's books.

Hear him out a bit.
We're going for a drive.

717, come in.
-717 speaking.

We've got a report of a brawl involving
a Chinese.

Rinus, I have a wife and children!
-And I have a cat.

Careful!

What are we doing?

They're walking all over us,
damn it.

Just what we needed.

Lift!

We've got the impression he used to
sell drugs.

He was a strange guy.

He didn't tell me everything
either.

I told him I was planning to retire
from the foundation.

I have a reputation as an accountant
to think about.

Would anyone have benefitted from
his death?

His wife. She left him and went to Paris
She'll receive a lot of money.

Did Piet pay taxes?
-For a non-profit foundation?

That's complicated.
Also for the tax inspector.

Earlier, you said "we".
You said "We made a lot of money".

Did you have a financial interest
in the foundation?

It's clear that I'm talking to
the police.

An accountant always identifies with
their client and uses "we".

Like a mother says to her young child
"we're going to pee".

The mother's not going to pee.
The child is.

Gentlemen.

Here, palfium, an opioid.
I found it among Piet's things.

When do you sleep, Cardozo?

Yes, when do you sleep?

Last night you were in the basement and
now you're still here.

Palfium's an opium preparation.

It's important that every officer
gets enough sleep.

Take a chair and have a rest.

First a dead man, then hash...
-Is this your first case?

No, my third. And now opium.

Come on, Rinus.
Us losers have to work again.

What's this?
-That's palfium.

Piet gave it to his mother to
keep her calm.

An opium preparation.
-Yes, on prescription.

Old ladies can have a lot of it.

Where's mother now?

In the Christian Liberal Sanatorium
for Neurotics.

Oh, is she all that?

Come on, Rinus, we'll investigate.

I don't like old women.
Or nuthouses.

Why didn't you let me go
alone then?

Because I also don't like that they took
her out of the Haarlemmer Houttuinen.

Where are we going?

Bussum, didn't you say that?

What are we doing on the road to
Utrecht then?

We'll take the turnoff to Hilversum.
-No, you've passed that point.

You're not paying attention either.
-No?

Ask him where it is.

You should know better than that.

We're municipal police and we never ask
nothing of national police.

Maybe the lady said something.

We're looking for drugs and maybe
she knows something.

Did she say anything?
-She yelled, screamed and cried.

Why?
-They took everything from her...

and they locked her up.

Is she that dangerous?
-She's in observation.

We always do it this way.

We don't always do it this way.

Can I go for a walk in the park
with her?

Can you handle her?

My colleague's very good with
the little ladies.

If she gets too bad, I'll just
return her.

It's a mess here.

There are branches everywhere.

What a mess.
What a mess!

Don't get so angry.
It's beautiful here.

It's cold here.

Don't you have palfium for me?
-No.

Piet always had palfium for me.

Yes, he looked after you well.

He was a terrible kid!

He always was.

Just like his father.

But he left me and the child.

I wanted to be an actress.

But the boy never left me.

I've often told him to go,
but he always kept hanging around.

Are you getting me out of here?

No, you can't go home.
Your son's dead.

Yes, utterly dead.

Why did you kill him?

You have a screw loose, don't you?

Everybody's crazy here.

We've not had time to find out that
the lady used palfium.

Don't ever go crazy.
-I'm trying.

Yes, a spring roll with bami
for him.

And a chicken soup with nasi
for me. And two beers.

Can I order for myself?

No, because you always order
the same.

I don't want a spring roll.
-You'll get a spring roll. Good for you.

Where were we? Palfium.

The mother used palfium.
That doesn't help us.

Sometimes I'd like to give my wife
palfium. Nice and quiet.

What else?
-A gun.

But he was hung, not shot.

And some hash.

Where have you got the hash?
-I don't have any hash.

Rinus, that hash isn't yours.

What hash? Hey, come on!
-Behind you!

Stand still!

Police!

Good luck with him.

Sir, is that a real gun?
-Yes.

Can I see it?
-It's not for looking at.

What had the Chinese guy done?
-He'd been fighting.

I sometimes fight too.
-As long as you fight fair.

I'm not very good at it,
but my brother is.

He practices with bicycle chains.
-Tell him to learn judo.

That's better than a bicycle chain.
-Yes, Sir.

Damn it, fucking cop.

Any other good ideas?
-I'm sorry, we had to arrest him.

What a mess all of a sudden.
All over her dress.

Men will always be children.

What's so funny about bami over
your dress?

Give me your name anyway.
-No, never mind.

Alright then, those few stains...
I'll just add it to the laundry.

Those people are driving me crazy.

It's your turn to pay.

It's always my turn to pay.

You're the youngest.

Besides, I paid last week in
the canteen.

That was 6.50. This is 30 guilders!

It's the principle that counts.

If I'll ever ride my bike with no
lights, give me a break.

We'll allow you to kill your
wife for free.

After they'd searched the house,
they didn't find anything anymore.

No, nothing.

Did you know Piet Verboom
sold hash?

Piet sold everything.

Heroin?

I've smoked a lot of hash...

but I'm completely against heroin.
I've seen too much misery caused by it.

I did get homesick today.
All those police.

At Saint Martin, I was a bigwig.

I had a uniform, a weapon
and a function.

And I spoke my own language.

But I shouldn't complain.

Maybe they're right that they won't
let me join the police here.

At Saint Martin, strange things happen
sometimes.

Someone would die, for instance,
due to witchcraft.

And everybody knew who did it.

But if they'd killed a bad person,
it was alright.

And as a policeman, you had to
accept that.

That's how I learnt to let
murderers go.

If it was a good murderer.

I have to go home.
My cat needs to eat.

Take the bus, I won't give you a car.
-Damn.

I'll give you a lift.

One moment.

If you skip one step, you have to
start all over again.

Now pay attention.

Nice machine.
-An old American army bike.

They'll run forever.
-Expensive?

A souvenir from Saint Martin.
-Thanks.

Should I introduce myself?
-De Gier, Detective Department.

You must be Mrs Verboom.
-Constanze.

You'll understand I'm not very sad.

I stopped loving Piet a long time ago.
-I understand.

You're now in charge of the Hindistic
Foundation.

Well, isn't that something?

I've been over that Hindistic nonsense
for a long time.

But I am interested in the money.

I have to raise my child in Paris.

Excuse me?

I didn't say anything. I sniffed.

I do that often lately.

He's a bit overworked.

Must be the warm weather.

We still have some things
to discuss.

A real winner.

You can reach Mrs Verboom at her
parents' place at Mercatorstraat.

You can divide people into two groups:
winners and losers.

You know the winners.
They're the clued in guys.

The second group's the biggest group.
Those are the losers.

They do exactly what the winners want.
They pay their taxes on time.

It's withheld from their wages.

It doesn't matter which political
system you apply.

Losers will be losers and winners
will leech off them.

Remember I recorded the data of 38
people in the Haarlemmer Houttuinen?

Yes, and you should check if there
are any suspect persons among them.

I did, Inspector.

Found anything?
-Nothing.

Except for two.

Merchants in narcotics.

This one has already been
convicted.

A small conviction because they
couldn't prove much.

And this one's only a suspect,
but for good reasons.

I know them. Big guys.

But they didn't manage to keep their
noses entirely clean.

Why give us this just before
the weekend?

We can go tomorrow.
-I can't make it tomorrow.

I promised my wife to take
the children to the beach.

Tonight then?

Yes, then I don't have to go home
tonight.

Well done!

I'll recommend you for a promotion,
so you can get rid of this monkey suit.

Your research reached a dead end.

Suicide and narcotics.

Three days of work and you still
haven't found anything.

Wife and children still healthy,
Inspector?

Perfectly. Thank you, commissioner.

Life's hard, Inspector. My rheumatism
isn't getting any better either.

The only thing that helps is
a hot bath.

Anyway, one does one's best.

First we'll eat something.
-You're paying!

It doesn't have to be much.
Just a roll in the canteen.

Don't do that!
Now we can't sell them anymore.

They were so well wrapped with that
piece of rope around them.

Don't nag.

If the police say there's hash in them,
they'll think that until they see it.

You know there's no hash in them
and so do I.

But these gentlemen don't know
it yet.

Dirty cop.
-Be nice to the guests, Ringetje.

You can call them names in
the street.

You can call them Nazis or SS men and
run away fast.

They may be dirty cops, but they're
our guests now.

Gentlemen.

Miso soup... and they're looking
for hash.

Next container.

Expensive house. Where do you work?
-I don't work.

I've been on unemployment benefits
for a year.

I graduated in psychology.

But no job.

Except assistant to the assistant
for 900 guilders a month at some office.

But I didn't stay long.

That's not what I went to
university for.

You've got about 50,000 worth of stuff
in this house.

Where? Where are those 50,000?
Do you see 50,000?

He's just saying anything.

Carpet: 5,000.

Piano: 10,000.

Paintings: 15,000.
Antiques: 20,000.

And a video recorder.
I've already gone over.

10,000 would do it. I only bought
the TV new, with a big discount.

The rest is second hand or from
the market.

And I inherited a bit from
my father.

Ringetje also doesn't work.

I'm a pimp, Sir.
But don't tell anyone.

My Ringetje makes a lot of money, but he
reports it all to the tax department.

How much did you report last year,
Ringetje?

Twenty.
-See?

He made 20,000 and all with that cute
little ass of his.

We bought some things with that money
and they're in this house.

We don't sell hash.
Hash is dangerous.

You already caught me last year.

I'm going to dance.

Do you like music, cop?

Yes.

Can we search the house?

Yes, you can.

And then you can get lost
real fast.

You weren't expecting that, were you?
You were expecting something dirty.

I think it's quite dirty.

How did you do that?
-They want to see it again.

Funny, isn't it?

Watch this.

Yuck, farting in my face!

And don't do that dirty stuff in front
of the children on the beach, tomorrow.

Right, dad.

Nursing home "Love".
-I've got a job for you.

That's a shame.
This is my day off.

Nonsense, a police detective never
has time off.

Do you remember the widow at
the cemetery yesterday?

No.

At 2 pm, there will be a car waiting
at the police station.

50 guilders in the glove compartment
and the janitor will have the keys.

That's Mr De Gier.
Mummy's having dinner with him.

You're going to bed.

Goodnight.

Wait there.

You're double parked.
-I sure am.

You're a civil servant too, I hear.
-Police officer.

Police? Sounds like nice work.

I'm on sick leave.

I file folders at the land
registry.

And after I've filed them,
I pull them out again.

And now I'm overworked,
says the doctor.

I wonder why.

My daughter will be right back.

She's making herself look good.

She doesn't need that.
She looks great.

She shouldn't have married that
little scumbag.

But now he's dead.
It's alright now.

You didn't like Piet Verboom?

Are you here as a man or as
a policeman?

I always used to come here as
a child.

I wanted to do it one more time before
I return to Paris.

Here, throw little pieces in
the water.

Feeding the ducks.
-Just do it.

Such winners.

I don't see any losers.

Fun, isn't it?

Where do you live?

Quite close.

Let's go there then.

So that's where your weapon is.

It's over-sized and not hanging in
the normal spot.

As long as the rest's hanging in
the normal spot.

It's not hanging.

Who's that?
-Helen.

She's been living in the neighbour's
attic for a few weeks.

She's a junk.

I'm in pain, Sir.
-She's been sick in bed for a few days.

Nobody's looking after her.
She's been crying for help all evening.

And then she crawled down the stairs
and rang our doorbell.

I'm in such pain.

I'm dying.

I'm dying. They'll take my arm off.

They can't do that, can they?

Calm down, child. We'll help you.

My husband's with the police...
-No, no police!

Please.
-He's my husband.

He's with the police.
He knows everything about drugs.

He sometimes works on drugs cases.
He can help you.

I fight drugs!

She doesn't want that.
She wants a shot.

I only have a gun.
-Behave, the child's ill.

And you're going to help her.

This isn't a case for the Emergency
Department and this is all we'll do.

Or all those junks will be
coming here.

But what should we do with her then?
We can't let her be like this.

I'll roam the streets then.

Let her go. You'll be rid of her.

I don't want to get rid of her.
I don't want her to be in pain.

She's a junk. Once she gets a shot,
she won't be in pain anymore.

Don't you have anything for her?

An aspirin.

Do we have to get that stuff for her?
In one of those junkie joints?

Let me tell you one thing.

This is the first and the last time we
give you money for that filth.

And only on the condition you come with
us on Monday to someone who can help.

Mr Grijpstra!

I'm 25 guilders short.

That's going to cost money.

Your money.

Just kidding... just kidding.

Open the door.

Hurry up. Open that door.

I won't be long.

This is the purchase contract.
One for you.

One for our files and one for me.

That went fast.
-Yes.

I've always wanted to buy
the Haarlemmer Houttuinen.

How will we arrange payment?

I'd prefer cash.
-Cash?

You mean cash in hand?

Indeed.
-That's very unusual.

But I happen to have it here.

Do you share the French fear of banks
and cheques?

Or do you only fear the tax
department?

They may confiscate the foundation.

Maybe, maybe not.

The tax department's very busy.

The money will be in Paris
tomorrow.

Far away from the tax department.

All safe.

You don't trust me.

I could have known.

Cops will be cops.

Well, darling, interrogate me.

What do you know about drugs?

What do I know about drugs...

Hash, cocaine, heroin, speed...

poppers...

Do you sell heroin?

I knew it.

I'm suspected of heroin
trafficking.

What's in that handbag?

I sold the Haarlemmer Houttuinen
to the accountant.

With everything on it and in it.

We know that man's in contact with
a drugs trafficker.

Darling, I need money.

And he offered me a good price.

So what if he sold drugs?

What do I have to do with that?

But if you like, we can play that
I'm the suspect...

in a big vice crime.

And you have to interrogate me.

Mrs Verboom...
-Yes, officer.

Where did that man grab you
exactly?

You can have three guesses.

Where is she?
-In the room, I think.

I said you can't leave her alone.
Never leave a junk alone.

She's feeling a lot better.
That last shot really helped her.

I'm sorry.
-Of course.

But the weekend's over and we're
taking you to a clinic.

You'll get as much stuff as you
want there.

Your wife says it's ok if I stay.

I can help.

With the dishes. I can type with
two fingers.

Great, find a job.

Do you have a light?
-Can't you do anything yourself?

Why are you always so
unfriendly to me?

I'll get a light for you.

Don't walk around like that.
You'll catch a cold.

Put on your clothes.

Or go to bed.

Right, we'll take her to a crisis
centre.

Not that, please.

They're all assholes.
They lock you up and tie you down.

Do they do that?
-Yes, I've been through a lot there.

I've been trying to get clean for
four years.

Do you hear that?

Yes, the junks are ok. It's the rehab
centres that suck.

If those centres were better, there
wouldn't be as many junks.

She has to get out of our house.
-On the street?

She can go on the street and play
the whore as far as I'm concerned.

Or I'll get my toothbrush.
-She needs love.

You don't understand that.
-She's terrorised us all weekend.

Asshole, just because you can yell
at your work...

Have you gone crazy?

She's going to live on the street.
-Yes, fucking for money.

We can keep searching and
interrogating...

but we'd be repeating ourselves.

If it goes like this weekend, I don't
mind searching and interrogating.

Yes, how did that go?

The usual.
-You didn't...

Oh God, no!

As if the police aren't involved
in enough scandals.

It was your idea.
-My idea?

So now it's my fault.

717, come in.

Her again. 717 speaking!

Where are you?
-At Keizersgracht.

Can you go to Willemsstraat?
There's a problem on a houseboat.

We're going.

Drive carefully.

Call the circus again.
They'll have a phone back there.

Do you know the girl?
-I found her on the Dam.

She didn't say much when she
came with me.

Stupid of me.
I should have seen how far gone she was.

She's dead. Don't you care?

Of course I feel bad, but life becomes
strange when you start shooting up.

You won't understand that.

You gave her a shot and went to
bed with her.

If you'd turned her on her belly,
she would still have been alive.

Now she choked on her own vomit.

And you didn't turn her around.
You were too busy!

Gestapo! This is what it must have
been like in the war.

Inspector, stop it!

Come in.

Apologies for receiving you like this,
but my rheumatism's acting up.

And a hot bath sometimes helps.

Could you give me a glass of water?

I should move to a warm country.

To Saint Martin, for instance.

Don't you know someone from
Saint Martin?

From the Verboom case.

Excuse me, what can I do for you?

I'm requesting a transfer.

Why?

Sergeant De Gier no longer wants to
work with Inspector Grijpstra.

Could you pass me my pills?

Thank you. Do continue.

We're getting on each other's
nerves.

The sergeant's guilty of
insubordination.

The inspector hit a suspect.

The sergeant sleeps with a suspect.

Are you having a relationship with
young Mrs Verboom?

Palfium!
-Palfium.

First the identification.

Is this Piet Verboom?

I've recognised him myself as well.

Some policeman you are.
Can't you handle this?

Can you?
-Not at all.

Palfium.

He's home.

Don't you have to work?

That's nice, you're paying me
a visit.

No, I'm not working today.
I'm moving.

My house has been sold.
-Don't you have rent protection?

I wasn't paying rent.

Sorry, would you like a beer or
are you on duty?

That's great, a room like this.
With a view of the harbour.

Please.

Careful, that's not a good chair.

He can't get out, can he?

A map of Lake IJssel.
Would he have a boat too?

Cheers.
-Cheers.

I'm sorry, Van Meteren. Maybe we
shouldn't have accepted your beer.

We're not here as friends.

We have to arrest you.
-Arrest me?

You're a murder suspect.

Palfium.
In a way, you already confessed.

Call Sientje.

717 speaking.

717 speaking!

Come in, 717.

This is the KLM flight to Paris.

You can board after the usual safety
checks.

C'est le vol KLM � Paris. Apr�s le
contr�le de s�curit�...

on est permis d'aborder l'avion.

Yes?

What did you say?

Mrs Verboom...

Police?

I really thought it was about my money.
-It's about something more important.

Van Meteren's suspected of the murder
of your husband.

We think he's taken off with his boat.
Can you tell us where it is?

Do I have to give him away to
the police?

Medemblik.

His boat's in Medemblik.

Turn yourself in, Van Meteren!
-What?

You'll get a warning shot.

After that, we'll shoot for real.

We'll never learn!

We knew he had a gun and we let
him keep it.

We're nice people.

Our little gun's no match for him.

Hello!

Yes?
-I want to talk to you.

I won't shoot. Look.

That's alright, son.

Turn yourself in or we'll keep
following you.

And if you shoot at us, you'll only
make it worse.

Surrender!

I won't let you drown, but it wasn't
nice to start shooting.

Ok, throw your weapons away.

Slowly, slowly.

I want to be able to see it well.

Excellent.

Ok, you first.

Do I have to hang here much longer?

That's the accountant.
He finances the heroin trade.

So he's a big fish.
-Damn it!

There are way too many dogs here.
Amsterdam's covered in shit.

What are you doing here?

Piet Verboom sold hash, but switched
to heroin.

That's why Habberdodas killed him.

Habberdodas is a murderer?
-He doesn't see it that way.

He's the judge and the executioner at
the same time. I can understand it.

The entire house is surrounded.

We set a trap with Habberdodas.
-A trap?

It was his idea.

He's pretending he's here to resell
Piet's heroin.

So that we can catch the big fish.

Stay close to me, so I know where
you are.

I don't trust it.
Why did it take so long?

First show me the money.
Then we'll do business.

Give it up, Habberdodas.
No jungle tricks.

I'm not from the jungle.
I'm from Saint Martin.

Oh well, a tropical island with beaches
and palm trees, always wind and sun.

What are we waiting for?

Watch.

Careful, there's someone there.

Hello Habberdodas.
-Hi.

Parking police.

Rinus.

Come on, Rinus.

I see.
So Habberdodas just walked off.

Yes, with 100,000 guilders in
his pocket.

717, come in.

Stop that immediately!

Get in, we'll take you home.

My husband will make sure you get
some of that stuff.

Have you gone mad?
We're taking her to the police station.

GREETINGS!
VAN METEREN & TREESJE