♪ ♪ We're free.

♪ ♪ (gun fires) (yelps, screams) Marian?

(van crashes) They took out Casper because of something that we did, and, and they're going to come after me next.

JULIA: The department agrees it would be good experience for her to join us on the Yuliani case.

I need to get out of here.

(gun fires, glass shatters, Marian screaming) Hey, come here, get down.

PIET: Where is she?

Where's she gone?

(gasps) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (helicopter flying, sirens blaring in distance) (sirens wailing in distance) You're lucky it didn't catch an artery or vein.

I get that you're cross with me about Piet.

Wouldn't you be?

You misled him, and you hurt him.

I didn't mean to, it, it just... Oh, come on, nothing just happens.

(police radio running in background) CITRA: She went down the back stairs.

Where was the guy on the door?

He went to cover the front desk.

We checked all security cameras.

She was on her own when she left the hospital.

We've alerted all patrol cars in the area.

Nothing so far.

Okay, get forensics onto the bullets.

(door shuts) (exhales) (exhales) How was Marian Segers earlier?

Scared.

Wanted out of here.

Oh, a bullet through her window probably didn't help.

It's just a warning, though, right?

The shooter wasn't trying to kill her, just scare her.

Or flush her out.

Well, it worked.

Said he wanted her.

How'd they know where she was?

Somebody rang, claiming to be family, asked which room she was in.

(breath trembling) You okay?

Yeah, it's just a scratch.

LENA: No, it's a wound.

And it will need looking after.

We'll cope-- it's what we do.

(door opens) (door closes) Um, I'm sorry.

It's been quite a day.

Normal for you, presumably.

I never wear my rings to work, if you're wondering.

In case I have to go into theater.

None of my business.

I also don't wear them because I didn't get married.

Because of Piet?

Don't know.

Don't know if he's the cause or the symptom.

You know that's not enough for him.

Unlike me, you can't just patch him up on the outside.

(exhales softly) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (engine starts) (grunting) Help!

(whimpering) (shrieking): Help!

Help!

(struggling) (scream echoes): Help!

(rock music playing in background) This is Sergeant Li.

She come to do some work.

This is Cliff.

Hello.

Frank.

Scheltema.

Make yourself at home.

Can I get you something?

Um, triple venti half-sweet non-fat caramel macchiato, please.

Whatever you've got's fine.

Coffee?

Thanks.

♪ ♪ (sighs) Where's your bro?

Out on a job-- not sure where.

Still covering for him?

I guess I would for my brother, if I had one.

You do know you're about the only person around here without a criminal record.

Just well brought up, I guess.

He's been good to me.

The best.

So, how come you're not out with them?

Do you not freerun?

(exhales): Heights scare me.

Very sensible.

Especially after Lenny's accident.

Then him breaking up with Marian... Can't have been easy for him.

Well, like he said, it didn't bother him.

He's a popular guy.

If Casper was "one of the family," I mean, you must have been pretty close, too.

Mm, not really.

I didn't exactly hang with the gang, you know?

Who do you think killed Casper?

Oh, I don't know.

But I do know it wasn't Lenny.

He just wouldn't.

LENNY: Wouldn't what?

The old knee's playing you up?

That's gotta be a pain, innit?

Can't be easy, a new generation taking over.

All the fame and fortune.

All that glory.

Whilst you lot do whatever it is you do.

I get by.

Where you been?

Doctor's appointment.

Not at the hospital by any chance?

No.

Did all of you go?

What was it?

Block booking, was it?

What was the name of the doctor?

Weiss.

Did you kill Casper?

(chuckles) Why would I do that?

Envy.

Jealousy.

What about Marian?

You seen her?

In hospital, last I heard.

Do I need to get a lawyer here?

(chuckles) I'll let you know when you need to call a lawyer.

♪ ♪ (phone vibrating) Yep?

LUCIENNE (on phone): Bullets found at the hospital match the ones at the Metro station.

And we might have something on the gun itself.

It's purchased at a rifle range across town.

You wanna meet me there?

(music playing in background) Tech accessed Milton Paul's phone footage.

I'm going through it now.

Any word on Marian?

Nothing.

Not at home, not seen on the Metro.

She must be somewhere.

Mm.

As for our gunman, I'm gonna go through station footage now.

Good luck.

(coughing) Cheers.

(coughs softly) (guns firing in background) All right, thanks.

Lenny Holst's doctor's appointment checks out.

Unless Lenny paid his doctor to cover for him.

PIET: Hey.

(guns firing) Well, it's not exactly relaxing, is it?

(music playing, guns firing in background) I said not exactly relaxing.

You get used to it.

Don't you?

Oh, don't look so surprised-- you have your boat.

The rest of us have to find other ways of letting off steam, don't we, Titus?

(pouring) Better not-- on duty.

Mm.

Don't mind me.

(exhales) You got a list of members?

Apart from this one.

That list is kind of private.

Well, this is a murder investigation.

You sell ammunition, as well, don't you?

If members need it for use on the range, yeah-- why?

We need to identify some bullet casings.

So, we'll need a list of your sales, too, please.

♪ ♪ All right, boy.

Let's get this over and done with.

(Casper grunting, metal clanging) Many thanks.

(exhales) You see these guys down here?

Lenny Holst.

Finn Jonker.

(phone ringing) Citra, hi-- what have you got?

I'm gonna need to borrow these, Titus.

Let's get this over and done with.

(Casper grunting, metal clanging) Once this is done, we'll be free.

(Casper grunting, metal clanging) Yeah?

(grunting): All right.

(metal rattling) Two... (grunts) MILTON: Whoo!

EDDIE: What is it?

A dare?

A challenge?

You got that?

All right, let's get the hell out of here.

Casper doesn't exactly look happy to have done it, though, does he?

Do we know where that is?

CITRA: There's nothing specific to identify the location.

I can enlarge it, I guess.

But it looks like the port, right?

CITRA: It does, but the port has over 600 acres of waterways and nearly 2,000 of land.

I mean, that's if you include port estates, quays, roads, railway tracks, ditches, and green space.

Please tell me you just looked that up.

No, I read it once.

Right.

Well, just do what you can, find out where that is.

Time we had another chat with Milton Paul, I think.

(metal clanging in video) MILTON: Whoo!

CASPER: You got that?

All right, let's get the hell out... (video stops) You recognize that?

That whoop, is that not you, behind the camera?

No, it's not.

LUCIENNE: There's a timecode.

That was taken in the early hours of this morning on your phone, which you're not using, for some reason.

Yeah, I've lost it.

PIET: Really?

Presumably, this was taken when Casper left the party.

Did you go with him?

No.

LUCIENNE: That's not what your friends say.

Couple of hours after this, Casper was dead.

Marian in hospital, right?

Wrong.

She done a runner.

But then, she was under attack.

What?

Well, someone fired a gun through her hospital window.

Where is she now?

LUCIENNE: We don't know.

We have officers searching and a press release going live.

It'd help if you told us what you know.

I mean, you're wasting our time, you're putting your friend in danger.

Who are you protecting?

Is it Lenny?

Sanne?

Sanne's got nothing to do with this.

She might be in danger, though.

We went climbing-- we go climbing.

I don't know what else to tell you, that's what we do.

Yeah, but you're not just climbing, though, are you?

You're filming-- who for?

Those containers are very like some that Lenny Holst's crew were practicing on earlier.

Containers like that, they often contain shipments.

Right?

(inhales) Is she okay?

Or drunk?

EDDIE: Honestly, I have no idea.

♪ ♪ CLIFF: You'll hurt your eyes if you keep doing that.

There's always something.

God is in the details.

Exactly, Frank, exactly.

Here!

(mouse clicks) CZ404.

CLIFF: So?

What does that mean?

It's a zone.

♪ ♪ (keys and mouse clicking) I think I have something.

Yep.

I definitely have something.

(inhales slowly) Should I tell you what I think?

Casper's the best freerunner there is.

So he's showing someone how to climb those containers.

So that maybe they can do the same thing.

PIET: Like a first ascent.

He's the first one up the mountain so others can follow-- plant a flag, or, in this case, access the containers.

What's in them?

Drugs?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Really?

If I'm right and you're involved, you're not going to be freerunning any time soon.

You're going to be in jail.

So tell us.

(whispering): I can't.

Why?

(breath trembles) For Marian's sake.

(inhales) And because they'll kill me.

♪ ♪ (screams) (grunting, panting) (Marian grunting inside faintly) (door opens) (grunting softens) (footsteps approach) (breathing slowly) Get away from me!

(screams) (grunts, cries out) (shuddering) (shushing) (crying) (shushing) We've identified the location.

Well, Homeless Frank did, really.

Okay.

EDDIE: And, and there's something else.

Didn't you say Lenny Holst had a limp?

Yep.

(mouse clicks) Footage from the Metro station.

Almost exactly the same time as the crash.

That's a limp.

♪ ♪ (station announcements playing in distance) (birds cawing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (gun firing) (casings fall) ♪ ♪ (birds cawing) Think Lenny Holst will be here in person?

Not sure.

PIET: You know what's bothering me?

If Lenny Holst is who we think he is-- basically a drug courier-- he's surrounded by muscle who'll do what he tells them.

So, if he wanted Casper Yuliani dead, why not just kill him?

Exactly.

I mean, he could've finished him at any point.

Make it look like an accident, just got rid of him.

Why go to all the trouble of the shooting?

CITRA: How did you end up with this lot?

EDDIE: They were the only ones who would take me.

CITRA (chuckling): Yeah, right.

And the real reason?

They were the only ones who would take me.

What did you do, kill somebody?

(quickly): I don't want to talk about it.

Okay.

What's in the glove compartment?

Nothing.

Do me a favor.

Every time I've been in a car with a male officer, the glove compartment's always stuffed full of food.

Sweets, crisps, burgers-- you name it.

It's fine if it is-- I'm starving.

No.

I'm vegan.

So?

Vegans eat, right?

(glove compartment opens) (rifling) (glove compartment closes) (sighs) It's going to be a long night.

You haven't mentioned Lena.

Neither have you.

Figured if you wanted to talk, you would.

Besides, I have done enough asking about your love life.

It's none of my business.

Really?

I hadn't noticed.

You can look after yourself.

Since when?

Since you and Lena split.

You've been different.

Almost upbeat.

"Head up, keep on singing."

St. Augustine.

Great.

Just don't let it drop.

She didn't get married, did she?

No.

♪ ♪ How's your love life?

Adventurous.

Passionate.

Christ-- wish I hadn't asked.

(chuckles) So, are you...

I mean, tell me about yourself.

Tell you what?

I don't know.

Anything.

Anything at all.

Are you flirting with me?

(chuckling): No, no, God, no.

As if.

I wouldn't dream of that.

I mean, not that you're not... You know, attractive or anything.

Mm.

So this is you being sexist now.

No, no, no, I, I... Oh.

No.

PIET (on radio:) You awake?

Yep.

PIET: You see anything?

No, no, nothing doing.

PIET: How's your partner?

She's fine.

PIET: Stand by.

Yeah.

"She's fine."

How do you know that's my preferred personal pronoun?

She, her, woman, or, worse, girl.

You do know that's making an assumption.

Sends a potentially harmful message, right?

Yeah, totally.

Mm.

Apologies.

Mm.

It's okay, just saying.

I mean, how do you identify?

Cis, non-binary, gender-fluid, LGBTQIA, or what?

Two-spirit.

That is a very cool answer.

If you know what it means.

(chuckles) Yeah, I haven't a clue.

(footsteps pounding in distance) (metal clanging) We have lift-off.

Stand by.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (lock snaps) (metal rattling) ♪ ♪ (whispering, bags rustling) (zippers opening) ♪ ♪ You seen enough?

Yeah, I think so.

(whispering, zippers closing) MAN (whispers): Come on, let's go!

(talking softly in background) All teams, go.

Wait, wait, wait.

(shouting) (tires squealing, people clamoring) (shouting) MAN: On your knees!

On your knees!

On your knees-- on your knees, get down.

(all yelling, Finn panting) (shouting continues) (whispers): Wait.

(others shouting in distance) Wait... (exclaims) Get on the ground.

Get on the ground now!

Down.

(groaning): Don't run.

(panting) (fence rattling) PIET: Don't make her shoot.

I wouldn't risk it if I were you.

I've seen her in action.

Believe me, she is trigger-happy at the best of times, and she really doesn't like you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ Great, well done.

(person sobbing, gasping inside) (calling): Mr. Holst?

LUCIENNE: Hello?

(sobbing, gasping) (sobbing) (gasping) (voice breaking): Look what they've done to my Lenny.

(sobbing): No, no, please.

(church bells ringing) CITRA: Oh, here, I've got it.

Whew, thank you.

You're in early.

CITRA: Yeah.

That's keen.

You know, I can always have a word with Piet... Oh, um... ...if you want to, you know...

Thank you.

Uh, it's been quite full-on.

I'm quite looking forward to getting back to a bit of gridlock, to be honest.

Okay.

I'm treating Frank to breakfast.

FRANK: Bacon pancakes.

Thought you were vegan.

I was joking.

(chuckles) (people talking in background) PIET: Hey.

HENDRIK: Hey.

Cause of death?

Oh, very funny.

Not natural causes, that's for sure.

What about the time?

Uh... Hard to tell at this stage, but recent.

Yeah, last couple of hours.

There's bullet holes here and here and here.

And then this.

Bullet goes in his head here, and then comes out here, and then ends up here, in the brickwork.

Pretty conclusive.

Very.

(sighs): Very conclusive, indeed.

(police radio running in background) Did you see or hear anything?

No.

No, I was in the back room, gaming.

(sniffles): I had my headphones on.

I didn't hear a thing.

(police radio running) I came out to get a drink, and, um...

Nothing?

Nothing at all?

You know your brother was involved in criminal activity?

A bit.

(gasping softly): Lenny didn't involve me.

(sniffles): Why?

There was a job last night.

A collection of some cocaine.

We found out and made arrests.

We were coming to see him about that.

So this is your fault.

You make some arrests, and now Lenny is dead.

No, we didn't kill your brother, Gert.

No, but as good as.

If he messed up, then the dealers, the gang he was meant to be delivering to, then they came looking for him, right?

Do you know who they are?

No.

Like I said.

Lenny wouldn't tell me, it was his way of protecting me.

(voice breaking): It's what he always did.

(gasping): Oh, God.

(Lucienne sighs) (Gert sobbing) WOMAN: Here you go.

(sobbing) He could be right.

Dealers could be behind everything.

But if Lenny Holst didn't kill Casper Yuliani, who did?

What was Lenny doing at the Metro station?

Unless it's not him in the footage.

Well, dealers would explain why Milton Paul's so scared.

I'm not sure I buy it.

Why'd the dealers kill Casper?

Because he's a security risk.

He knew about the shipment.

Where, what, how, when it was coming in.

Maybe they thought he'd talk.

No, he was about to leave the country.

Well, maybe they didn't know that.

Maybe they just wanted to silence him before he had the chance.

Why kill Lenny?

Well, the job messed up.

According to Hendrik's timeline, Lenny was shot after the arrests were made at the port, which fits.

(clears throat) Yeah, but how would they know the collection went wrong?

Finn Jonker.

We know he's a member of the shooting club, too.

Maybe he turned Judas and betrayed Lenny.

Why, though?

Ego-- he wants in big, he wants to take over the whole operation.

We know what he's like.

And Marian?

Where does she fit in all this?

And where the hell is she?

Right, head back, put the squeeze on Finn, get him to talk.

Where are you going?

To see Sanne van Arle.

I want to find out who Milton Paul's protecting.

(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (clicks tongue) Sorry about spoiling your little courier job earlier.

It's becoming a bit of a habit, isn't it?

Us arresting you.

You giving us the silent treatment.

It's a bit tiresome, don't you think?

Why don't you start by telling us what you know about Lenny's death?

Lenny?

Lenny's dead?

Oh, like you didn't know.

Shot in the head.

No thought given, wasted no time.

Click-- gone.

Same type of bullet that killed Casper Yuliani.

(gun fires) MARIAN: No!

(Marian sobbing, tires squealing) You know anything about that?

It's odd, that.

Given that you're also a member of the shooting club where they use this type of bullet.

(sighs) Lenny's dead?

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (engine stops) (car door closes) (door squeaks loudly) Sorry.

(door creaks shut) I didn't mean to startle you.

(clears throat) It's okay, it's just, with everything, you know.

Um, Marian?

Uh, nothing so far.

We're on it.

You've heard nothing, I take it?

You know, I'm not the enemy here.

I know.

We're holding a vigil tonight, at the crash site where Casper died.

I said I'd bring photos.

Have you released Milton?

No.

No, not yet.

You know, you can't keep him in there forever.

He's done nothing wrong.

Maybe, maybe not.

The point is, he's hiding something.

He's protecting someone-- I need to know what and who.

I told you, I don't know.

Did Marian ever mention her time with Lenny Holst?

No, never.

It was a no-go area.

I assumed it was 'cause it ended badly.

I know she felt bad for the brother, though.

For Gert?

Yeah.

She liked him.

She felt sorry for him.

Looked out for him, in a way.

♪ ♪ Casper and Milton.

Were they ever involved in drugs?

No way.

Both massively against it.

You know, obsessive freerunners.

Body is a temple and all that.

Yeah.

What about Marian?

I mean, she's not a freerunner, is she?

She into drugs?

(smacks lips) I think she's clean.

Now.

(guns firing in background) Hi.

Hi.

I'm not a member.

Not really my sort of thing.

I tend to get them after they've been shot, which is why I'm here.

Can I buy you a drink?

Anytime.

(guns firing in background) The human skull, it's hard.

You can't crush it with your bare hands.

Of course you can't-- no one can.

Actually, it can withstand 6.5 GPa of pressure-- that's gigapascals.

Oak can withstand 11.

Concrete 12.

Steel 200.

But, you know, sturdy stuff.

So...

The handgun bullets you use here, and the damage they can do.

I mean, handgun into skull, out the other side, deep into brickwork, hm?

Unlikely?

I'd say so.

Sounds like a rifle to me.

Exactly.

Only we know for sure it was a handgun.

So that means something very different.

(music playing, guns firing in background) Cheerio.

(glass clanks on bar) (phone buttons beep) (breathes deeply) (sighing): Piet, it's me.

Lenny Holst's death.

Staged.

PIET: I've told Eddie and Citra to press Milton Paul about Marian Segers.

I've got a feeling this is all about her.

Wherever she is.

LUCIENNE: We need to find her fast.

Hey, guys.

Glad you could make it.

Now, have either of you ever seen "Crime Without," um, uh... Something or something?

Classic film noir.

Jimmy Cagney, Gloria Grahame.

Or was it Edward G. and that other femme fatale... Have you been drinking?

(exhales) But of course, it's a day ending in Y.

But this time in the line of duty.

So, Cagney-- or whoever it is-- they go to extraordinary lengths to show, irrefutably, that their rival was shot in the lover's bedroom.

It having been her who did it is the point.

So, bullet through the head into the bedpost.

Only it wasn't done there.

It was down in a shady wood on the outskirts of town.

And it's the same here, I think.

Never mind your thick skull, let alone mine.

And even if Lenny Holst had blancmange inside of his, if I was a gambling man-- which I am-- I don't think that bullet would've gone through his head, out the other side, and made that kind of a hole in that wall.

Well, maybe the gunman used a different gun.

Nope.

Checked with forensics.

Should've spotted it sooner.

Sorry, Piet.

Never apologize.

Wait, though, what does that mean?

Why would someone do that?

(laughing): Well, that's for you to figure.

I just do the science.

You know, lob balls in the air for you to smash away as winners.

(glass taps) ♪ ♪ If he's why you're protecting Marian, you don't have to worry anymore.

Is this for real?

We're not faking that, are we?

Tell us what's going on.

Marian was a user.

One of the many taken in by Lenny's persona.

A good guy, decent guy, the legend-- it was all fake.

Unlike Casper.

After Lenny's fall, it got worse.

He just took it out on anyone around him-- his brother, Marian, Casper.

It's what threw them all together.

What did Lenny have over Marian?

(sighs) They had history.

Like, she was involved.

Acted as his mule sometimes.

Helped the deals, you know.

And why not just tell us that?

'Cause if you charge her, she'll go to prison, and she's suffered enough.

The footage, the climbing?

Lenny needed that deal, but he didn't know how to access the shipment.

So he said he'd let Marian off if Casper showed him how.

And what happened after you took the footage?

Casper went to meet Marian and go to the station.

I took it to Lenny.

Everyone was there and just laughed.

Lenny took my phone.

(sighing): Said he had no intention of letting Marian go.

He said he'd kill both of them.

So... Yeah, I believed him.

So you went to warn them?

Yeah.

(panting) I was just too late.

(creaking) Why make it look like Lenny Holst was killed in his bar if he wasn't?

So we'd assume he was killed there.

Yeah, but why does that matter?

Maybe because he's close?

I mean, we didn't really do a search here, did we?

Well, I mean, our forensics combed every inch of that bar and gym.

Yeah, but just there.

I mean, why would we look any further?

There seemed to be no need.

Do you think Marian's here?

♪ ♪ (pulls softly) (whispering): Hey.

Wait.

No, no, no, no, no.

(whispers): Go.

(door clanging open) (video game music playing) Mark of Cain.

(music continues) Cain and Abel.

Jealous brothers.

PIET: This is where he kept Marian, right?

I don't want to be alarmist-- there's, uh, some spots of blood on the floor there.

Could be where Lenny Holst was shot, then moved.

Why no blood on the trail to the bar?

Huh, he could've wiped the trail and the bar, but we'll check with luminol.

So, Lenny discovers his brother here, with Marian.

Gert takes him out because he's been jealous all along?

Yeah.

He was already plotting against his big bro.

HENDRIK: In what way?

The man with the limp at the Metro.

That's Gert, pretending to be Lenny.

Gert tried to throw us off the scent by pointing the finger at the drug dealers.

And presumably joined a shooting club under a fake name.

Spent his life in the shadow of his big brother.

He's fallen in love with the only woman who showed him any kindness.

And then Casper stole her away.

So, where is he now?

If he's got Marian, where's he taking her?

The vigil?

(engine starts) (tires screeching) (car drives off) Yeah, don't mention it-- I'll be fine.

♪ ♪ (exhales) (quietly): Gert.

Why are you doing this?

Because.

You were leaving, with, with Casper.

(stammering): And I, I couldn't have that again.

Why?

What did I ever do wrong?

I'm sick of it being about everyone else.

Lenny.

Casper.

(breath trembling) (sighs) You... You and me... We, we were good together.

We were happy.

We were never together.

We were friends.

No!

We, we were much more than that.

I was happy.

(sniffles) Everything was fine, until they ruined it!

(pounding) (sighs loudly) (breath shuddering) (sniffles) (sighs) (cocking) (handcuffs rattling) (car door closes) (breath trembling) (car door opens) (exhales) Marian?

Please, just... (handcuffs locking) (breath trembling) I'll come.

(people talking in background) GREG: Welcome.

(talking in background) GREG: Great that you're here-- thank you.

Nice to see you.

Thanks, man.

(car doors closing) We'll all miss him.

♪ ♪ Come on, Marian.

(sobbing) Come on!

(yelping) ♪ ♪ (panting) Good, good.

(gasping) (crowd exclaiming) (crying) I want everyone to see us.

Please, please, Gert.

Don't do this, don't.

(whimpering): It's your fault.

It's the only way for us to be together forever.

PIET: Stop!

Let her go.

Never.

Not again.

I shouldn't have let her go in the first place.

I mean, don't you get it?

None of this would have happened!

What did you think was going to happen?

You kill Casper and Lenny, and Marian just comes running back to you?

GERT: I don't know.

No?

Maybe?

(whimpering) Why not?

(Marian shuddering) You love her.

Don't you?

I can see that.

She's the only person that ever really cared.

Don't do this.

Maybe she still cares.

(voice trembling): No.

If only.

He's right.

(sniffles) I do care, Gert.

(voice trembling): I do.

Really!

Don't do this.

It's too late.

We go together.

(yelps) In front of them.

PIET: Gert-- Gert, look at me.

Look at me.

If you take one more step, I'm gonna have no choice.

I will order one of my team... (over radio): ...of sharpshooters, and they will bring you down.

You don't have any!

They aren't here.

♪ ♪ No.

(softly): Eddie, now.

(fires) (both scream, crowd gasps) (Marian sobbing, Gert groaning) (Gert and Marian sobbing) (both sobbing) They definitely don't teach you that in Traffic.

Sorry about earlier.

What, shooting Gert Holst?

No, nearly taking you out.

I... Look, I make mistakes.

I know-- I read your file.

Brilliant marksman, but impulsive.

Bit like me, when I was younger.

Well, the impulsive bit, anyway.

Let's call it evens.

(chess pieces moving) ♪ ♪ (pats table) On the plus side, the team could use someone who can think four moves ahead.

CITRA: Right, that's me done.

Citra Li, over and out.

You don't want to go and have a drink?

No, sorry, I've gotta be somewhere.

Uh... Just so you know, we'll still be here.

You know, if you need us.

We're not going anywhere.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) See yourself in him, do you?

Who knew?

CITRA: Oh, sorry I had to dash.

Promised Frank I'd get a round in.

What are you having?

(people talking in background) PIET: Hey, Sniffer.

Hello, Frank.

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ PIET: Worked on a case in Rotterdam almost 20 years ago.

His statement was a crucial part of putting her away.

CHRISTINE: He wasn't one for correcting the sins of the past.

You still think she was innocent?

You still think she's evil?

She got a new name, new life-- new suspect.

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