♪ ♪ KLINK: Think of all the people out there, frightened.

Scared of death.

♪ ♪ PIET: There's something going on with Hendrik.

KALIE: Do you know what your problem is, Piet?

Trust.

I trust my team.

♪ ♪ Drop the gun.

You drop the gun.

Move!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping, insects chittering) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) (exhales) (door opens) What are you doing, Gregor?

Taking in the sunset while I can.

You'll see a lot more sunsets if you don't stand by the window.

At least I can see someone coming.

Not if they have a rifle.

I thought you were meant to make me feel safe.

Nope.

I'm meant to get you to the hearing tomorrow.

I just want it all over.

Just stay away from the window, okay?

Or I'll shoot you myself.

♪ ♪ (elevator dings) Baz?

We're not expecting anyone.

No.

(elevator moving) ♪ ♪ (elevator moving) (elevator dings) ♪ ♪ Did you order anything?

No, course not.

(phone ringing) Yep.

We might have a problem.

(on phone): Everything okay with your witness?

Sure, all good here.

Keep me in the loop with yours.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) Whoa!

Whoa!

It's me, man!

It's me.

Christ, Anton.

What the hell are you doing?

I bought food.

Thought we might discuss a few things, yeah?

Security gave me clearance to come straight up.

So why not take the elevator?

I hate elevators.

I get claustrophobic.

You heading up?

Yeah.

Gonna try to get some rest.

Good idea-- big day tomorrow.

Tell me, Kalie.

Do you think the sins of the past come back to haunt?

Wouldn't know.

Not got any.

Keep it that way.

(water running) (water splashing) (sighs) (Gregor choking) ♪ ♪ (choking) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) Hey.

Hey.

(on phone): Did you find somewhere to keep an eye?

Yeah, there's a roof terrace right opposite.

Keep me posted.

I'm heading there now.

You see anything suspicious, I want to know.

Got it.

♪ ♪ (insects chirping) LUCIENNE: Victim Gregor Albers, 52.

One of the whistleblowers against Bibi Franken.

That's her driver for decades, right?

Wife left him and the country, taking the kids.

We're sending someone over to break the news.

Something tells me that won't be a surprise.

Bibi Franken was never going to take kindly to betrayal.

She didn't waste any time, though.

Tomorrow's only a preliminary hearing.

If it goes ahead.

I've sent Eddie to watch the other safe house, the one where Daan Franken is.

She wouldn't seriously kill her own son, though, would she?

This is Bibi Franken we're talking about.

He is about to dish the dirt on their entire drug-dealing empire.

I thought he was the chosen one about to take over.

Well, he was.

Something must have changed.

So... How'd the killer get in here?

Not sure yet.

Got a protection officer?

Security?

Yeah, well... About that... KALIE: Oh, great.

Like the day could get any worse.

PIET: Well.

No wonder the killer got in.

Love you, too, sweet cheeks.

Is there a corpse anywhere?

I need cheering up.

LUCIENNE: I'll brief Dahlman, leave you two to get re-acquainted.

PIET: Yeah, please don't.

Please don't do that.

Still a charmer, then.

Oh, this is him mellowed.

Wow.

You got my sympathy.

Evening, Piet.

(coughs) And what a fine one it is.

Oh, don't sound it.

All right, what we got?

Well... Strangled with a shower curtain, right?

Well, there's strangled with a shower curtain and strangled with a shower curtain.

The difference being... Of no interest to me whatsoever.

So, how'd the killer get in?

Was it through the window?

Careless.

KALIE: Gregor must have opened it.

As I was saying... And you didn't hear anything?

I mean, you should have heard something, surely.

Oh, you think so?

Says the man who could never listen.

Well, you don't have to listen when you've heard it 1,000 times.

KALIE: Oh, sorry, did I push your button?

You couldn't find my button with a sat nav.

Wow!

Do you two want to get a room, or could we please talk strangulation?

By all means, by all means.

Good.

You see the ligature mark on the neck itself is much broader... Do you want to show me the route you let them in?

Want to get over yourself?

No.

No, no, no.

You're fine, you're fine.

We'll be all right, won't we?

♪ ♪ (camera shutter clicks) PIET: Any footwear imprints?

Disturbance to the greenery?

Still looking-- haven't found any yet.

♪ ♪ So where were you, exactly?

Downstairs, at the front.

Security's not an exact science.

Stuff happens, right?

And for what it's worth, I don't feel good about it.

Gregor was a decent man...

He worked for the Frankens.

You want to talk me through what happened?

I went upstairs to check on him.

Can't have been more than five minutes after he went up.

And that's when you found him.

Yeah.

Alerted the officers who were watching the area.

Called the other safe house to warn them.

Tried to resuscitate Gregor, worked on him for about ten minutes.

Officers closed down the area, got here seven, maybe eight minutes later.

Killer had already gone-- no sign.

How?

If officers were in the area?

According to your... timeline, killer had a maximum of maybe, what, 20, 25 minutes to kill Gregor Albers and then get away.

It was dusk-- the woods around here are pretty dense.

He must have slipped through.

Oh, do you think?

I do.

What's the alternative?

Well, I mean, I guess, you being the murderer.

I guess that's sort of crossed my mind.

Right.

I get it.

So, I kill Gregor, and then hang around to make a fool of you?

Well, good point, 'cause that's not going to happen.

Hm.

Any other theories?

(flashlight switch clicks) Did you check the rest of the house?

I'm not even going to answer that question.

Right.

Will you do me a favor?

Probably not.

Will you cover the back of the house?

Why?

Because I asked.

Not a late night last night, I hope?

In bed by 3:00.

Ah, could be worse.

♪ ♪ (floorboard creaks) ♪ ♪ There's only one way in, one way out, right?

Yeah.

This floor's clear, apart from the bathroom.

Psst.

Out, now.

I'm busy.

Yeah, that wasn't a request.

(flashlight switch clicks) (hinge creaks) (flashlight switch clicks) (switch clicks) (light switch clicking) It's all clear in here.

Yeah, nothing happening here, either.

♪ ♪ (gun firing, Piet grunts) ♪ ♪ (gun fires) Hey!

(guns firing) (Piet exhales) ♪ ♪ You know, I really can't work under these conditions.

Tough.

(falls) Yeah, isn't it just?

(footsteps approaching) Hey!

I thought I told you to get out.

I never do what you tell me to, Piet, you know that.

What have you got in that bag of yours?

Don't ask.

Um, he'll be out for about ten, maybe 15.

But when he comes around, be like a bear with a sore head, so, just so you know.

See you back at the station.

And, uh, don't mention it, by the way.

Oh, you didn't.

Yeah, well.

I think you might have missed something.

(coughing) (groans, exhales) ♪ ♪ (traffic humming, bell ringing) Hiding here the whole time.

Safe house compromised from the beginning.

Puts on the forensic gear, waits for his moment, just strolls out.

Well, it could have worked.

We combed the place.

Well, clearly not.

Everything was in place.

Security, backup, risk assessments.

Who chose the safe house?

Powers that be.

Well above my pay grade.

But it was vetted, checked, double-checked.

I did it myself.

You could have been followed.

I'd like to think not.

Well, that's a yes.

LUCIENNE: Do you know anything about this?

Never seen it before.

It was in his wallet.

It's a notice of death from last year.

Sofie Lommel, 26.

All it says is "died in mysterious circumstances."

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Why carry that around?

Maybe he wanted us to find it if anything happened to him.

She's referred to as a "beloved daughter."

Could be his daughter.

LUCIENNE: Mm, well, I'll check.

♪ ♪ He was clearly troubled by something.

Asked me if I thought the sins of the past come back to haunt.

Christ, I hope not.

I reckon what's done is done, don't you think?

Couldn't agree more.

(phone ringing, buzzing) How's it going your end?

Yeah, it's cold and dull, but perfect view.

(on phone): Everyone safe?

Yep.

Who's there?

There's three people inside.

State prosecutor said it would be up to us if we want to go ahead.

If we want to cancel, we have to inform them first thing in the morning.

No, we can't give in.

We can't give in.

That's exactly what my mother wants.

And for once, it's not her call.

Agree, although continuing comes with risks.

Look, I know all about the risks.

Okay?

The whole point was drawing a line in the sand and finally saying to my mother, "No more."

All I'm saying is, no one would blame you if you pulled out.

Oh, Jesus.

What about you guys, hm?

I mean, I'm not the only one whose life's in danger.

Been waiting for years to get something on your mother.

No offense.

(chuckles): None taken.

And what about you?

It's my job.

No reason to choke just because an attack got more likely.

Besides, we've planned for that possibility.

All right.

Well, then, there's no need to sleep on it.

We go ahead.

♪ ♪ (phone buzzing) Didn't wake you, did I?

EDDIE (on phone): Oh, I wish.

I'm starving, man.

Ran out of food hours ago.

Fasting is good for you, apparently.

Listen, can't someone cover me?

Where's Citra when you need her?

Greek islands.

Our loss is Europol's gain.

Right, keep your eyes peeled.

How's my favorite girl?

(whimpers) Come on.

I'm fine, thanks.

(panting, barks) Daan Franken's agreed to continue with the hearing.

Has he got a death wish or something?

Maybe he's just brave.

That's one word for it.

Where's the hearing happening?

State-run high-security compound outside the city.

He'll be fine once he's there.

Yeah, if he gets there.

(engine starts) Oh, he will.

Because you're going to go in the car with him.

Are you trying to get rid of me, as well?

No, I'm trying to make sure that-- assuming Bibi Franken is behind all this-- she's finally brought to justice.

We've been here before, though, haven't we?

She has an annoying habit of buying judges.

Yeah, there is that.

I mean, security didn't exactly shower themselves in glory.

We need to look into that.

Kalie Tenkers, I gather.

Kalie's one of ours.

You really think she could be involved?

Well, we can't rule her out.

Gregor Albers was killed on her watch, and the one thing we know for sure is that security was compromised.

Mm.

So, who we've got with Daan Franken?

We haven't.

Daan Franken's a free man who refused police security.

Went with a private firm run by Baz van Zijl.

Right, let's check him out.

Already have.

Ex-special forces, highly decorated.

Lot of undercover work.

Security for the royal family.

Then branched out and set up a private firm.

Daan Franken's clearly paying for the best.

Maybe he's not as stupid as I thought.

You all right?

Do we know where Bibi Franken is?

Wherever she wants to be.

Her lawyers got her bailed pending the hearing.

We think she's at her country residence.

JULIA: Think?

Why don't we know?

Her muscle won't let us past the gate without a warrant.

Yeah, not very friendly-- what about the other son?

The one who runs the vegan cafes.

Xavi-- very hip, very eco.

Arguably the only one not involved in the family business.

Yeah, but he could've used family money to set up the business.

But still, sort of Franken-lite, I guess.

PIET: Let's talk to him.

We got anything on the woman in the death notice, Sofie Lommel?

Not yet, but whoever she is, she doesn't seem to be Gregor Albers' daughter.

The kids that we know about are all abroad with his ex.

I've asked Eddie to run her through the system.

He's meant to be watching the safe house.

He can multi-task, you know.

Who's the lawyer acting for Daan Franken?

JULIA: Anton de Haas, representing both Daan Franken and Gregor Albers.

PIET: Anton-- nice guy.

Hasn't won a high-profile case in years.

He's hardly gonna have Bibi quaking in her boots.

No one else wanted to take it on.

I wonder why.

LUCIENNE: Right, medical examiner has cleared our murderer, Jacko Gallas, for questioning.

That's me.

You coming?

PIET: Yada yada yada.

That's your problem, Jacko.

You just don't know when to stop, do you?

It's making my ears bleed.

What really intrigues us, though, is your little hidey-hole.

That wasn't exactly improvised, was it?

Meaning you had access to the safe house before anyone was even there.

How does that work, then?

We checked your CV.

(inhales sharply) Pickpocket turned petty thief, and then you get in with the Frankens, and you've done plenty for them, beatings, mainly.

So what?

What if I have?

Is Daan Franken next?

Was that the plan?

Lie low there for a bit and then go for Daan this morning?

Or is that someone else's gig?

No, we're wasting our time.

He's not going to talk.

Well, I'm doing me best here.

Must be some technique we can employ.

Shoot him in the kneecaps?

Or waterboarding?

Uh, okay-- can you do it this time?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, we could always just leak that he had a severe attack of the verbals.

Yeah.

♪ ♪ He didn't exactly seem bothered, did he?

Maybe he thinks Bibi and her lawyers will get him out of here.

They usually do.

Hey.

Hey.

Debrief with your boss.

Oh, I've already given her the headlines.

I'll bet you have.

Um, the protection officer at the other safe house, Baz van Zijl, what's he like?

A pro.

Smart, thorough, good on detail.

You could learn a thing or two.

Oh, lovely, thanks for that.

Is he vetted?

100%.

I'll head over to the safe house later.

Extra backup.

Oh, we're already covered on that.

JULIA: Kalie, how nice to see you again.

Come in.

Not fancy a debrief with Tenkers, then?

No, I don't.

Been there, done that, didn't enjoy it the first time.

Well, maybe the universe is throwing you back together for a reason.

Yeah, well, that would be one messed-up universe.

Besides, me and Lena, we're in a very, very good place right now, thank you very much.

That explains it, then.

It's the universe throwing you a curveball.

Can you stop enjoying this so much?

Is this still about Mandy?

I don't want to talk about it.

♪ ♪ (softly): All right.

♪ ♪ (door slams) Oh!

Must be hard, looking over your shoulder the whole time.

Ah, you get used to it, you know.

Come in.

Judging by your reaction, you've probably figured why we're here.

'Cause of the healthy food?

Try Gregor Albers' death.

Had you heard?

We need to talk to your mother.

Ah, yeah, you've, um, come to the wrong place.

It's not really her thing, serving food in a café.

Besides, in case you haven't heard, we're, yeah, we're not close.

Oh, we'd heard all right, yeah.

But like any son, you can always call your mum, see how she is, what she's been up to.

"You ordered any hits this week, Mum?"

You know the kind of thing.

Well, her business, it's, um, yeah, it's not my business.

Even if she's about to take out your brother?

PIET: Is that what you want?

You're not close to him, either?

Look, um... Whatever my, my mother and my brother, they get up to, it, it's nothing to do with me.

I worked hard to distance myself.

Sure, yeah, but it's hard, isn't it?

You know, to cut the apron strings entirely.

LUCIENNE: We heard Mum bankrolls your cafés.

Blood money, right?

PIET: Give your mum a call.

Tell her I want to chat.

Van der Valk-- she knows me.

She'll be thrilled.

(phone ringing out) PIET (on phone): Eddie?

Cherokee just turned up.

Two passengers.

Male definitely shifty.

You getting bored, Eddie?

(on phone): That, Inspector Hassell, is the hunger kicking in.

I hope that coffee's for me.

Coffee makes you hyper.

What you got on Sofie Lommel?

Tech identified an address for Sofie Lommel's mother in the north.

Yeah, her name's Maud.

Good, send it over.

You might not be able to see it from where you are.

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

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

Maybe get some breakfast while you're at it.

Yeah, okay.

Bye.

♪ ♪ What are your thoughts on the van?

(phone chimes) You got mud-caked tires in the middle of the city.

♪ ♪ Van across the road, is that one of yours?

Not that I know of.

PIET: There's no need to check-- we're on it.

Now, about the murder of Gregor Albers.

Yeah, any leads on the killer?

Yeah, just one.

It was Jacko Gallas, probably just obeying orders.

(exhales) Your mother's, I should imagine.

LUCIENNE: We think she might order a hit on you, as well.

Oh, for sure.

I know where the bodies are buried.

Which is why I'm coming with you to the hearing.

BAZ: No offense, but I'm in charge of Daan's security.

Everything's been arranged-- it's all in place.

Well, everything had been arranged at the last safe house, as well.

No disrespect, but I'm here under orders.

That's not really your jurisdiction, is it?

Well, the murder investigation is.

And if I know the killer's next target, why let him out of my sight?

Oh, I didn't know you cared.

Oh, I don't, believe me.

But it's my job to protect people, whoever they are.

Mine, too.

Well, there we go, then.

Singing from the same hymn sheet.

It's all right, Baz.

I trust him.

He's been a thorn in my mother's side.

She can't stand his stubborn incorruptibility.

And there was me thinking it was my charm.

(laughs) LUCIENNE: What specifically was Gregor Albers going to say in the hearing that got him killed?

That's confidential.

It's also relevant.

Sorry, lawyer-client privilege.

Your client's dead.

We found a newspaper clipping in his wallet.

(phone vibrating) It was "death in mysterious circumstances."

(phone ringing and vibrating, stops) Sofie Lommel?

LUCIENNE: Yep.

PIET: You've clearly heard of her.

Sofie Lommel, who is she?

What are you thinking?

Okay, we'll get back to that.

♪ ♪ You want to head over to Maud Lommel's?

I'll be fine here-- who is it?

Xavi Franken.

He rang his mother, says she wants to meet you.

(loudly): Yeah, it's not really convenient right now.

I'm a bit busy.

You sure?

Yeah, a million percent.

Or she can hand herself in at the station.

I'll see her there.

I'm easy-- either way.

You got that, I take it.

Think you just added yourself to Bibi's hit list.

I'm flattered.

(phone ringing and vibrating) Yeah?

He turned me down, did he?

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (grunts) ♪ ♪ How'd you go from protecting royalty to him?

I try not to judge.

Money probably helps, too, I guess.

Are you always this cynical?

Oh, yeah, yeah, always.

Oh, sometimes more.

Today's actually... Well, it's quite an optimistic day.

He's also doing the right thing.

I'm more than aware of his mother's reputation and more than happy to help Daan bring her down.

Very admirable.

Although you're not going to do that with this route.

That's not the way to go.

You got roadworks here, here.

If that backs up, we're gonna be sitting ducks.

We've got it covered.

Security at various points along the route.

Don't worry about it.

Oh, I'm not.

'Cause I'm not stupid, and nor are you.

Which is why you've changed the route.

So you're gonna tell me what the actual route is and not the decoy.

And I'm in no mood to play games.

Two brains are safer than one.

I'm all ears.

Okay.

♪ ♪ (doorbell buzzing) Hi.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I need to ask some questions about your daughter Sofie?

Bit late, isn't it?

You guys weren't interested at the time.

All I could do to get a returned phone call.

We're here now.

So, can you tell us what happened?

No one knows, apparently.

All I was told is that Sofie was heading home from work.

It was about 1:00 in the morning.

She got hit by a car.

Killed outright.

And the case went unsolved because... Whoever did this vanished into thin air.

No witnesses, no CCTV, nothing.

Really?

Where was this?

Dam Square.

Exactly.

As central as it gets.

LUCIENNE: May I?

(shutter clicks) What did your daughter do for a living?

I'm not sure.

We lost touch about five years ago.

It was always just me and Sofie.

Her father was never in her life.

Maybe she missed a stabilizing influence, I don't know.

She became quite a rebel.

(voice trembling): We fell out over her partying, and... And?

What?

I threw her out.

I have to live with that.

♪ ♪ Sorry, we're not open yet.

Hm.

And you're not about to.

How's van der Valk?

Piet?

Hm.

Haven't seen him in months.

Mr. Palache, lying is not a good look.

Guess you'd know all about that.

Let's consider this your first and last warning.

In the meantime, I'm going to need your friend's telephone number.

Eddie, where are you?

Call me.

Daan, not that one.

You're in the second car.

Anton, you go in the first.

We'll follow.

If anyone saw you arrive, that's the one they'll be expecting you to leave in.

Instead of which I'm in it.

So I'm expendable, am I?

Well, that's why we pay you so much.

Better be bulletproof.

(car door opens) Yeah, we're all good.

(phone ringing) (door closes) Hey.

We're on the move.

You heard from Eddie?

No.

I'll head over to the security compound.

Piet, ask them again about Sofie Lommel.

There's something not right about her death.

(doors closing) Okay, let's go.

(tires screeching) ♪ ♪ (tires screeching) ♪ ♪ Why'd you turn against her?

You not get enough love as a child?

Not a big enough train set?

You know, maybe you coming was a bad idea.

PIET: Word was, you were on the verge of taking over your mother's entire operation.

Extortion, money-laundering.

You shouldn't believe the rumor mill.

My mother's problem was not keeping her word.

I wanted to take the business in a different direction.

PIET: What, in new areas of criminality?

Tech?

Identity theft?

What?

Don't tell me you were planning on going legit.

Why not?

Half the operation is already.

Wow, wasn't expecting that.

♪ ♪ DAAN: Can we change the subject?

PIET: Sure.

Let's talk about Sofie Lommel instead.

There you go, that's the second time you twitched at the mention of her name.

Why's she relevant?

You know, you can tell me everything you know, in case you don't make it.

(tires screeching) We good?

All good.

♪ ♪ You got the bike?

Yeah.

But we've also got a car behind us, been tailing us a while.

♪ ♪ We've got a decoy up ahead.

You didn't tell me about that.

I didn't know we might be followed.

(tires screeching) We're going to turn right at the junction ahead.

BAZ: If we were being followed, we're not any more.

Trust me now?

♪ ♪ Eddie.

Where are you?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ PIET: So, what happens when we're inside the compound?

We breathe again.

We'll be safe there.

Distance between park-up and entrance?

About ten meters.

That's ten meters too much.

BAZ: Pull over to the side of the building.

(man speaking on radio) BAZ: Okay, what's going on?

(man speaking on radio) Daan, stay here.

(door opens) (door closes) Don't move till I say.

(door closes) BAZ: Let him through-- he's the lawyer.

We need him.

(phone beeping softly) (button presses) BAZ: You take care of him.

(case zips shut) How can I work this way?

♪ ♪ (engine idling) OFFICER: This way, sir.

(door opens) BAZ: Think we're good?

(door closes) ♪ ♪ (device beeping softly) (yells): Daan!

Get out!

Get out now!

(panting) (glass and metal shattering) (audio distorts) (Piet coughing) (exhales) (people shouting) (coughs) (coughs) (groans) ♪ ♪ (panting) (panting) LUCIENNE: Piet!

Piet!

Piet!

(Piet gasps) (phone ringing) (normal audio resumes) (ringing stops, Piet gasps) BIBI: I'm waiting for you.

(exhales) You should have met me earlier.

(panting) (Piet groans, sirens blaring) (exhales): You okay?

She was here.

Kalie.

Course I was.

(people talking in background) What are you doing here?

My job.

Guess it's not just me they screwed over.

(men shouting, fire extinguishers hissing) Baz was caught in the explosion.

The ambulance is on its way.

Okay, let's check the building.

You're gonna be all right.

(men calling in background) (sirens blaring) (exhales) No point me telling you to go home?

Uh, Daan Franken confirmed dead, as is the driver.

Security officer Baz van Zijl took a hit.

He's been rushed to hospital.

Has anyone heard from Eddie?

No, something's wrong.

But we've got a search and rescue team out, and we're checking surveillance cameras near the safe house.

Okay...

But he's my priority now, not yours.

I want you to focus on this case.

The best chance we have of finding Eddie is to solve it.

How do we think Eddie was rumbled?

Maybe the van across the road.

The same way they knew about the safe houses.

(stammering): A mole, a bug.

Kalie.

Kalie has clearance.

She was meant to be here with Gregor Albers, remember?

And she's checking with security right now to find out how there might have been a breach.

Double check.

'Cause someone had access to plant a bomb here.

And Bibi Franken knows all about it.

She rang me just after, said... (stammers) (sighs): She said I should have met her earlier.

LUCIENNE: Seriously?

That's an admission of guilt right there.

Can't we just haul her in for questioning?

No, not based on a phone call.

How did she get your number?

I don't know.

She's messing with us.

Right.

Whatever way you want to play this, it's fine by me.

If you want me to cut you some slack, I need to be kept in the loop-- non-negotiable, okay?

And you don't go anywhere near Bibi Franken without back-up.

Or without me.

That clear enough for you?

Crystal.

HENDRIK: Dammit, Piet.

I thought I was finally gonna get you on my slab.

Sorry to disappoint.

I imagine time and cause of deaths are all across, yeah?

Yep, give or take.

Well, plenty to discover.

(coughs): You'd be surprised how much you can learn from body parts and blast injuries.

Cheerio.

The lawyer remained unscathed, right?

Maybe he rang Bibi.

Let's go!

I'm okay.

(sirens blaring) (phone ringing and vibrating) You're a lucky man.

Not really.

Lost both witnesses.

Case closed.

Well, we're missing an officer, which kind of changes everything.

You know anything about that?

No, how would I?

The van across the road-- I mentioned it to you, Daan, and Baz.

Did you pass that on?

Uh, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Sofie Lommel, she's the manager of a chain of bars owned by the Frankens.

So she was on the payroll until she wasn't.

And Daan Franken twitched every time I mentioned her name.

LUCIENNE: And Gregor Albers carried a notice of her death.

Did they have something to do with that?

♪ ♪ (exhales) Well, I'll take that as a yes.

I need to see your phone, check your recent calls.

(phone case closes) All right.

Bibi Franken rang, said she was waiting for me.

You got any idea where?

How would I know?

Well, you know how she operates.

Where would she wait for me?

Wherever would mess with your head the most.

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ PIET: One of my officers is missing.

I like to make my presence felt.

♪ ♪ You got a plan?

Let's wing it.

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