♪ ♪ PIET: He's the same Eric van der Molden I met 19 years ago.

♪ ♪ LUCIENNE: What was the case?

Jasmijn Brahm.

His statement was a crucial part of putting her away.

She was released seven years ago.

She got a new name, new life.

You clearly followed her case.

I couldn't ever shake it off.

I think someone's after me.

JULIA: We're on our way.

(over phone): Jan, are you still there?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (cameras clicking) PIET (softly): All right, I'll call you back.

I'm so sorry.

All right.

I'll be in touch.

Who was that?

It was Sara.

Jan's wife.

He also had three teenage kids.

(inhales) Oh, I'm fine.

I hadn't even seen him for 15 years?

So, anything we need to know?

Okay, the victim is Jan Kappel.

He's a former police officer.

He's a friend of ours.

He was my senior officer on the Jasmijn Brahm case.

Said he wanted to meet, he said, uh... Well, he said someone was after him.

Another person connected to that case?

Can't be a coincidence.

I never thought it was.

HENDRIK: Well, cause of death appears to be blunt trauma and multiple injuries on account of his descent from up there, presumably.

I can check there's nothing else at the postmortem, but question is, did he fall or was he pushed?

So that errand you ran and that address you mentioned, was that Lauren Teuling by any chance?

Yep.

So, you followed her home even though we said we'd do it by the book.

Good.

Get round there first thing and turn the screw.

Course.

Do you want a lift home?

Oh, no, no, honestly, it's no need.

Um, do you know what?

I think I'll, uh, I'll, I'll take a walk.

Look, and there's no point in beating about the bush, because you're going to have to find out soon, anyway.

(voice trembling): But Jan and I were married.

It was a long time ago.

But at least he, uh, introduced me to Piet.

(Hendrik mumbles) Sorry to interrupt, but you might want to pay our collector friend, Mr. Langenburg, another visit.

Update on the sword-- the only prints on it are his.

And the blood?

Ric van der Molden.

It was indeed the murder weapon.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (doorbell rings) Good morning, Mr. Langenburg.

Morning.

We need to speak to you.

At the station.

Really.

Yeah, really.

Johanna Kolen has over 17,000 followers.

But do you know what I don't get?

The connection between Indonesian artifacts and Jasmijn Brahm.

Yeah.

Coming?

Yeah, they're not exactly gonna be welcoming us with open arms, are they?

They rarely are, but no.

Why, is that a problem?

No!

Um, I'm just curious.

Not met a murderer before.

Not a real one.

Well, you've arrested some.

Yeah, but it's not quite the same as knocking on their door and having a chat, though, is it?

Maybe now's the time to say something to make me feel at ease?

Okay.

Yeah, uh... You've probably met dozens of murderers.

You just didn't know it.

I might be one.

That helps.

Good.

There you go.

(doorbell rings) You got this.

Hey.

We need to talk to your wife about the death of Eric van der Molden.

No, you shouldn't be here.

Go away.

You are not meant to be here.

Go.

It wasn't the plan, but plans change.

Someone else has been killed.

Also connected to your wife's past.

So, if you don't mind... She's giving the kids their breakfast, for Christ's sake.

You really don't want to do that.

I mean, we'll just have to kick it in.

We'd have to arrest her, be very upsetting for the kids.

You probably wouldn't want that, either, would you?

(exhales) MAX: Your pathologist must be mistaken.

And with the best will in the world, he didn't exactly strike me as infallible.

Well, you're wrong.

Our pathologist may be many things, but forensically inaccurate is not one of them.

Then how do you explain how the sword left my house without me knowing, was used to kill someone, and then returned?

We were hoping you would explain that, actually.

Anyone else have access to the house?

Friends, families, the cleaners?

I'm a solitary beast.

I prefer objects to people.

Not surprisingly, given all this.

EDDIE: What about security?

I mean this collection... (chuckles) Must be worth quite a lot of money.

I see you got cameras.

So that I'd know if someone had broken in and taken anything.

LUCIENNE: We'll need access to all your surveillance footage.

You're welcome to it.

Where were you yesterday morning between 5:00 and 6:00?

At home, asleep.

And last night, about 10:00?

At home, awake.

Does the name Jan Kappel mean anything to you?

Never heard of him-- why?

You do realize this is absurd, right?

Do you know how much I paid for that sword?

(chuckles) Do you really think I would use it to kill someone?

Oh, I don't see why not.

We know you had a very public disagreement with Ric van der Molden over that very object, and others.

EDDIE: Yeah, we checked his emails.

Quite a row you two had.

Mmm, at one point, Mr. van der Molden said if you didn't lend him your sword, he would go public with the somewhat dodgy provenance of most of your collection.

LAUREN: Of course I know who Jan Kappel is.

PIET: Was.

Had he been in touch with you recently?

(girl starts crying) VINCENT: No, of course not.

How could he?

Our identities have been protected.

(Vincent calming girl) Well, our presence here this morning is proof that system isn't watertight.

(crying softens) So, the truth?

Jan tracked us down and let it be known that he knew where we were.

He said it was just a precaution.

That must have been annoying for you.

I mean, wanting to start over.

A new life with your family.

It wasn't ideal, no.

PIET: Has anyone else been in touch?

Eric van der Molden, for example?

That letter you wrote, the one that didn't reach him, you said you only found out recently?

How?

Oh, what does it matter?

We gather he was somewhat fascinated by you.

Did he track you down, too?

VINCENT: That weirdo Zaal did.

Herman Zaal?

Yes.

Like you said, the system isn't watertight, he paid someone for the information, couldn't resist.

LAUREN (stammering): He told Eric, and Eric contacted me.

And you saw him?

I mean, surely, that's against the rules of your release.

I'm just trying to do right by people.

Or right wrongs.

(girls playing in background) Eric wrote to me a few times.

I think it was his way of processing everything.

And, well, when he got in touch through Zaal, I agreed to meet.

I was curious.

VINCENT: I wasn't happy about it.

(girl cries, other girl exclaims) Did your handler know?

LAUREN: Eventually.

But it was my call.

Otherwise, freedom doesn't really feel that free at all.

(girls giggling) When you were in prison, you studied a lot, right?

I had a lot of time on my hands.

Anything to do with Indonesia?

Restitution?

The R.A.A.?

No.

♪ ♪ Did anyone ever tell you that it's rude to stare?

Just you.

(telephone ringing in background) PIET: How'd you get on with the collector?

EDDIE: Guilty, if you ask me.

Oh, very balanced.

Think about it.

Murder weapon is in his possession.

He fell out with the first victim, and he can't meaningfully account for his whereabouts at the time of the murders.

Yeah, the problem is, why would he have an issue with Jan Kappel?

There's no known connection between them.

All right, hold off arresting him till we find one.

Keep watching him, though.

JULIA: How was Jasmijn Brahm?

Or Lauren Teuling, as she's now called?

CITRA: Interesting.

Composed.

Quite direct, but seemingly open and honest.

Apart from us, three other people tracked her down.

Oh, so much for anonymity-- who?

Both victims.

Oh, Jan?

Jan contacted her?

I mean, we always knew the case affected him deeply.

Oh, yeah, he had PTSD for years, but he, you know, he got help.

Put techniques in place to cope, but...

This is way out of line for him.

Who else contacted her?

Uh, crime museum owner and all-round death freak Herman Zaal.

He bought the information, passed it on to van der Molden.

WOMAN: Chief?

LUCIENNE: Eric van der Molden wanted some kind of closure, I guess.

What about the husband?

What do we know about him?

Well, he wasn't happy to see us, but neither would I be, if I had that lot tracking me down.

Let's get everything on him.

Keep an eye on Zaal, as well, as suspect.

CITRA: Or potential next victim.

Like anyone else that went near this case.

I want to see Zoe Waterman again.

And where are we at on the CCTV of the couple seen leaving the flat?

They live the floor below Zoe Waterman.

Leaving for their morning run, apparently.

Health freaks?

No, more that the party kept them awake, so they thought they'd get out of there.

Although they did mention someone in the apartment next to them, for holiday rent.

Okay, find out who.

Better still, get the keys.

I need you in my office first.

We've got a visitor.

(sighs) Oh, what the hell do you think you're doing?

How dare you?

How dare you go and see Lauren?

That's an infringement of your powers, and you know it.

I should report you.

PIET: Yeah, well it was me that disobeyed orders, but I wouldn't go pointing the finger, if I were you.

Meaning what, exactly?

You're meant to be in charge of keeping her identity secret.

Three people at least have breached that.

I mean, maybe we should report you.

Well, Kappel, just like you guys, abused his position.

Jan Kappel was an experienced professional.

Really.

Maybe it was him that sold the information to Zaal.

He wouldn't do that.

PIET: And what about Eric van der Molden?

I mean, not only did he have access to Jasmijn... Lauren.

Whatever.

She agreed to meet him.

Can you just imagine what it's like for her?

She didn't know what she was doing.

She broke the terms of her release.

I mean, that's deceitful.

Did you report her?

Of course I did, and she's, she won't do it again.

Yeah, well, try and look at it from our point of view.

We have two dead bodies, both known to Jasmijn-- Lauren-- and both linked to her case.

Both made contact with her.

I mean, how do we even know that she's rehabilitated?

Because I know Lauren.

I'm not even sure she was guilty.

In fact, I think she was innocent.

Innocent?

Yeah.

Okay, so the testimony of a 12-year-old boy could be flawed.

But there were forensics and a confession.

PIET: Well, more to the point, if she was guilty and isn't rehabilitated, she might kill again.

She won't.

And if she's innocent?

Did time for a crime she didn't commit?

I don't know, she might have revenge on her mind.

She's not a killer.

Tell us about the husband, then.

(groans) No.

PIET: Come on, give us something.

HANNA: No.

'Cause I don't have to, and that's not why I'm here.

I am here to tell you that if you approach either of them again without my permission or without me being there, then I will report you.

Understood.

(door opens and closes) (sighs): We could get into very deep water on this.

I know.

No change there, then.

(acid jazz playing loudly) (music stops) Hey!

Wh... What, am I doing your paperwork, as well, now?

CITRA: Not exactly.

Early Christmas presents from Piet.

EDDIE: This is all the forensics on the original Jasmijn Brahm case.

Yeah, well, you can tell Piet to... (music resumes) (sighs) I hope Jan knew I loved him the best I could.

Maybe the timing wasn't right for the pair of you back then.

Or maybe we could've worked just a little bit harder.

(sighs) His loss.

(brake engages, engine stops) ♪ ♪ Now, Vincent Teuling's a grief counselor.

Really?

Wonder how they met, how her past came up.

(phone vibrating) It's not your typical pillow talk.

Wonder how he was able to deal with it.

Well, maybe he hasn't.

Go for it.

Thanks.

It's the apartment owner.

Person staying on the second floor yesterday booked for one night only, gone now, name of Crusen.

Right, got the keys?

Nope.

But we got a code to get in.

Let's do it.

Mm-hmm.

Is it worth getting forensics to do a sweep?

Look, when we checked out the CCTV of people leaving, not just at the time of the murder, all day, we saw the partygoers leave, we saw the other couple leave, but we didn't see anyone else.

Yeah.

Whereas this apartment has access to a back way out.

Yeah, exactly.

(people talking in hallway) (talking softly) (laughing): No, it's not!

(both laughing) (giggling and kissing) (keys jangling, door creaks open) (door closes) (knock at door) Hey.

Sorry to ruin the mood, but, uh, we need a word.

So, you two are close, then.

Is there a problem with that?

Not at all-- unless it's relevant.

PIET: Did Ric know?

No.

No, it's a recent thing.

Things haven't been-- weren't great between me and Ric.

I was going to tell him.

No need now.

His death has seen to that.

The apartment next door.

So I don't suppose you saw who was staying there yesterday.

No.

What about Jasmijn Brahm?

Do you know her?

Of her.

I'm familiar with the case.

Ric mentioned it.

Did he mention he'd seen her?

Well, from the look on your face, he didn't.

Yeah, Ric's friend Herman Zaal tracked her down.

CHRISTINE: Ric was deeply disturbed.

He was...

Dark.

He had blind spots.

PIET: Such as?

ZOE: There were nightmares.

(sighs): And anything connected with emotion.

He couldn't really feel for people.

That's why he had no time for the repatriation.

"What's done is done," he would say.

"What's done is done."

Do you think that applied to Jasmijn Brahm?

I don't know.

He couldn't get her out of his head.

He...

He just couldn't let it go.

Did he ever tell you?

I mean, firsthand, what he saw?

We didn't talk about it.

LUCIENNE: Did he blame Jasmijn?

Was he angry with her?

He tried to understand her.

It's not just that the boys, her brothers, were his friends-- she was, too.

He looked up to her.

CHRISTINE: He wasn't the most...

Sensitive.

He could get aggressive.

I'm sorry, but can you be more specific?

He liked aggressive sex.

He liked to be in control, and he liked to inflict pain.

PIET: Okay, but...

I mean, what exactly gave him a thrill?

Cruelty.

♪ ♪ Was Ric van der Molden into cruelty because he witnessed the ultimate act of it?

Oh, who knows?

What about those two?

They're into each other.

Ric inflicted pain on Zoe.

Maybe she'd had enough.

New girl on the block intervenes.

He's not gonna hurt her anymore.

Yeah, but where does Jan fit into that?

Well, we now know he was obsessed with the case.

Maybe he got in touch with Ric van der Molden, too.

Or he discovered something new.

(acid jazz playing loudly) (grunts) Well, you're no help at all, are you?

(music continues) Do you know this man?

(eating): No-- why?

Is he dead?

CITRA: Yes.

As a matter of fact, he is.

Hm.

Can I get some copies of that photo, please, and ideally some additional ones of the crime scene?

How was he killed?

No, you cannot.

We know that Ric saw Jasmijn Brahm.

(sighs): Why?

What did he want?

To meet her face to face.

Fascinating, right?

Look, two people who made contact with Jasmijn Brahm are now dead.

Oi.

You made contact with her, too.

Meaning I'm next.

That would be fun, wouldn't it?

(chuckling) I could be an exhibit in my own museum.

I wouldn't joke about it.

Why did you track her down?

Why do you think?

I mean, this place is fine, but...

It's sort of full of the dead.

Is that not the point?

It's not the same as a real living, breathing murderer.

Is it?

Like, I, I just wanted to say that I'd met one.

Maybe take some pictures.

Some memorabilia, a couple of anecdotes.

And did you?

No, her and her husband rejected my request.

They threatened to, uh, hospitalize me if I didn't stay away.

(sighs) (car horns honk) Okay, I see you joined the R.A.A.

I wasn't even sure you liked her.

I joined nine months ago.

I just didn't make a song and dance about it.

(hits computer key) (hits key) Hey, take a look at this!

Max Langenburg's coverage of the sword.

It disappears for over two hours, during which time Ric van der Molden was killed.

Langenburg could have disabled the security himself.

LUCIENNE: Hm.

Well, whoever took the sword disabled the footage because they knew we'd be looking.

CITRA: Mm.

Langenburg claims not to have heard anything.

Maybe he slept through it?

Get forensics down there.

How was Mr. Crime Museum?

Interesting.

In a weird kind of way.

Yeah, nightmare.

Literally-- gave me the creeps.

What did you get?

CITRA: Nothing.

Just that Vincent Teuling threatened violence on Herman Zaal if he ever came near his wife again.

♪ ♪ Hey, uh, might have found something.

Did Lauren Teuling say she knew anything about restitution?

CITRA: No, the opposite-- she denied it.

Why?

She follows the R.A.A., too.

She lied.

CITRA: Again.

CITRA: Lauren Teuling-- how do you know her?

She's been to a couple of meetings we've had.

She's been a great support, really.

Encouraging me, teaching me.

She's very clever.

I don't doubt that.

That was forensics.

They drew a blank on the apartment.

Although they did think there were signs someone had wiped the place clean.

(car door shuts, phone vibrating) A professional job.

(vibration stops) What about the collector's house?

Well, officers have already searched the premises.

Nothing so far.

(phone vibrating) Timing never was Lena's strong point.

Well, you should really call her back, you know?

Yeah, I mean, it's not like I'm busy.

I told you, we should never have agreed to meet them.

We had little choice.

Well, we had some, we just didn't take it.

(doorbell ringing) Hi.

HANNA: Hi.

(door shuts) We'd like to talk to Lauren alone, if that's all right.

Uh, it's not.

I didn't mean without you, I meant without him.

What if I'm not happy about that?

LUCIENNE: You can offload to me.

I want to talk to you anyway.

PIET: Shall we?

(door opening) (birds twittering) You said you didn't know anything about restitution.

But you're following Johanna Kolen, who's all about that.

Am I not allowed to support a worthy cause, even?

My ancestors were plantation owners in North Sumatra.

It's never sat well with me.

Still.

You lied.

Why?

I don't want Johanna sucked into any of this.

Because?

Because she's an innocent.

What, the person you could have been?

HANNA: If not for 14 years in prison.

Isolation, vilification, hatred.

What about before prison?

It really doesn't matter about me.

Well, I think this case proves it does.

I believe in the idea of redemption.

A country giving back what it stole.

It's never too late.

Well, what if you can't give back what was stolen?

♪ ♪ I just want you all to go away.

What about Ric van der Molden and Jan Kappel?

Wanted them to go away?

Yes.

I have loved Lauren since the day we met.

We deserve our happy ever after.

CITRA: What exactly has Lauren been teaching you?

Um... She thinks I need to learn a bit more patience.

I can be a bit hot-headed sometimes.

Can't we all?

No.

(phone vibrating) Sorry.

She just seems to know what it's like to have lost your soul, you know?

Are you saying she's soulless?

(chuckling): No.

No, not her, the museums.

That's what they do.

They steal the souls of ancient cultures, right?

She just gets that.

And how do you think she gets that?

I don't know.

EDDIE: We need to go.

Okay.

(exhales) Lauren lived around the corner.

I saw her around, always on her own.

I was unhappy, single.

I introduced myself and never left.

Love at first sight.

Simple as that.

And then you were together?

No.

No, she kept trying to end it, dozens of times.

I couldn't understand it, because we were so good.

I wouldn't give in, kept going back and demanding to know why.

What possible reason could there be for ending us?

And then she told you.

Yes.

Thought it would see me off once and for all.

And it did.

For about three months.

Then what changed?

I figured everyone deserves a second chance.

Lauren and I got married.

We had kids.

We were both happy for the first time in our lives, and then... Then they all started contacting her.

First Kappel, then Zaal, then Eric.

I'd happily hospitalize them all if I had met them.

You must be pleased that two of them are dead, then.

I just didn't want them bothering us.

Is that so much to ask?

(phone vibrating) Excuse me a minute.

Yep.

It's about Vincent Teuling.

LUCIENNE (on phone): Okay.

He's lying.

(Eddie continues on phone) Thanks, leave that with me.

(knocks) ♪ ♪ (Lucienne speaking inaudibly) (exhales) You said you didn't meet Lauren's unwanted visitors.

That right?

VINCENT: Mm-hmm.

LUCIENNE: Strange, that.

We checked your client list.

You were Ric van der Molden's counselor.

Why didn't you tell us that?

(chuckles) Patient confidentiality.

Ah, it's all right, the dead don't need patient confidentiality.

I'm taking it that was not a coincidence.

No.

I sought him out.

I knew he'd tried to contact Lauren.

I wanted to know if he was a threat.

Like they say, know your enemy.

Yeah.

Well, he's now a dead enemy.

LUCIENNE: Let me get this straight.

You asked a complete stranger if they needed grief counseling.

Aren't they meant to come to you?

I said I knew of the case and was studying it for a paper I was writing.

One thing led to another.

He needed help, I needed to know if he was safe.

Was he?

I don't think so, no.

I think he was a deeply traumatized and troubled human being.

You like squirreling your way into people's lives, don't you?

(sighs) Lauren is my priority.

I'd do anything to protect her.

PIET: Yeah.

That's what worries us.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (car alarm blaring in distance) LUCIENNE: What you reading?

Uh, Hanna Zuiderduin's latest report on Lauren Teuling.

LUCIENNE: And Hanna Zuiderduin's file?

PIET: Yeah.

Now, she's interesting.

Used to be married to a police officer.

Where's Hendrik?

Still locked away.

So, what do you two think?

I'm not sure.

Ric van der Molden lost his two best friends.

So?

People lose people close to them and cope.

I lost my parents.

Oh, come on, you'd have checked me out, right?

Thing is, um... You feel fine most of the time, but you, you don't know if that's because you've dealt with it or, um, or you've buried it.

It's, it's the same with Ric and Lauren.

What do you think?

Me?

I don't know about loss, but I believe in forgiveness and redemption.

Everything I know about the case tells me Lauren is guilty, but...

I don't know, I...

Think maybe it's not her killing now.

And I think...

I think maybe she didn't do it back then, either.

That's what Piet thought.

CITRA: What, that she was innocent?

Yep.

I disagreed with the court of public opinion.

Seems I was wrong.

You can't argue with a confession.

Well, actually, you can.

False Confession Syndrome.

Three types.

People who want their 15 minutes of fame.

People who confess under pressure to get the police off their back.

Vulnerable people, genuinely, but wrongly, believe they did it.

They internalize the guilt and accept the version of events they're presented with.

I mean, we know she had blackouts.

So, you think she was innocent?

I don't know.

But if she didn't kill her brothers, who did?

♪ ♪ Sorry to interrupt.

Uh...

I went to the boat, but you weren't there, so I figured you might be here.

I'm here.

I'm really sorry, we're, uh, busy.

Oh, so now's not a good time?

Okay.

Sorry.

(footsteps retreating) I know I lied, and I know I hurt you.

I didn't mean to, I...

I regret that.

And if you... (exhales) ...could see it in you to, to, um, at least let me try to explain, I... (chuckles): I'd like to think we could at least be friends?

I don't really do friends, I mean...

I mean, apart from this lot.

♪ ♪ Lena, now's really not a good time.

Oh.

(softly): Yeah.

(sucks lip): Okay, okay, sorry.

(footsteps retreating) (door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ Right.

(pen taps table) Let's fight fire with fire.

(footsteps retreating) You coming or what?

Yeah.

♪ ♪ (kicking door) HERMAN (sighing): Yeah, okay, okay!

How you doing?

Hi.

HERMAN: We're just trying to summon Jasmijn Brahm's brothers.

If that fails, we'll try Al Capone or Vlad the Impaler.

CITRA: You don't give up, do you?

I gather you want to meet a real murderer.

News spreads.

Why?

Have you got one?

Possibly, yeah.

I mean, I'd have asked you to help me catch them, but... Hey, no, no, no-- what, what, what?

Oh, it's...

It's way too risky.

(whispering): Oh... Risk is my middle name.

Okay?

Well, it's Christopher, but, please...

Listen to me.

We'll have to take a lot of precautions.

We'll have to get you kitted out.

I'm not joking.

This is life or death.

Count me in.

♪ ♪ You've really talked me into this.

I'll be in touch.

(claps arm) ♪ ♪ Hi, Jasmijn, it's Herman Zaal here.

Don't hang up-- I'll go to the press.

Yeah, we did a Ouija board last night.

Your brothers came through-- they're not happy.

Haarlemmerpoort.

There's a bench-- you can't miss it.

Why don't you come and say hello this time?

On your own.

Done.

Good.

Okay, you two, find cover.

Out of sight, but close enough to step in if needs be.

We're staying here, are we?

PIET: I'm not, I've got an errand to run.

Right, stay here, within striking range, in case it kicks off.

Why me?

Because... Because you're the best shot, right?

And the killer hasn't seen you yet.

Chill out-- I'm coming back.

♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) PIET (on phone): Yeah.

Piet, when are you going to give me a problem I can't solve?

See, DNA wasn't such a thing then, not least because Jasmijn lived in the house and confessed.

And as a result, no one-- and that's no one-- checked the fibers on the boys' hobby horse.

The one the killer used to light the petrol.

No one, that is, until me.

♪ ♪ (engine stops) (doorbell rings) Is Lauren in?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (quietly): I'm here now-- what do you want?

Just to talk.

Okay, fire away.

LAUREN: Stop it!

I don't want any more of this.

♪ ♪ Herman Zaal, meet Jasmijn Brahm.

Jasmijn Brahm, meet Herman Zaal.

Now move.

What... Let's go.

PIET: You intercepted the call.

You got here first.

You planned to silence Herman like you did Ric and Jan. ♪ ♪ Got no sword this time.

Hanna... Hanna, why are you doing this?

Go on.

Move!

PIET: Okay.

HANNA: Move.

Stay here with him.

LAUREN: Hanna, please don't.

No, no, no, come.

Let me go, please.

Okay, hey, it's okay.

It's not a toy, is it?

You're not gonna use it on Jasmijn, are you?

You did all this to protect her.

I mean, you might take me out, but then... My team will take you out, so, what's the point?

Exactly.

What is the point?

When everyone's corrupt.

When all the systems fail.

See, your justice, there's no such thing.

You didn't report Jasmijn when she met up with Ric.

You said you did, but you didn't.

You just upped the surveillance on Lauren and listened in even more.

And that's what Jan Kappel found out, isn't it?

I don't understand.

It's okay.

Took me a while.

Breaking into Max Langenburg's, not leaving a trace.

Same with the rented apartment.

It's very professional.

Did you learn that from your partner?

He was killed, wasn't he?

Well, I say killed.

He committed suicide.

With this gun.

After he was wrongly accused and blamed of something that he didn't do.

Still, what's that got to do with me?

Because you were wronged.

Even more so.

You thought Jasmijn was innocent.

Which you are, aren't you?

Ric van der Molden, aged 12.

He set fire to the house.

Fibers from the hobby horse, they don't have your DNA on them.

But they do have Ric's.

No one checked.

Did you know it was Ric?

Is that why you took him out?

He was almost bragging about it.

I'm so sorry, because you deserved a first chance at life, never mind a second.

And that was your justice.

You take out Ric, Jan.

I mean, he was a...

He was a good man.

Who was getting too close!

I want this to stop.

Yes, so do I.

And it can now.

Because you were wronged, okay?

I was wronged.

PIET: That doesn't justify killing other people.

I was righting a wrong!

No, you weren't.

You weren't, you weren't.

I killed my brothers, no one else.

But he, uh...

The forensics, he just said...

They were wrong.

I still don't know why or where it came from, but I have to live with that.

Karl and Jonas, they deserved better.

Not me.

HANNA: No!

And I am grateful for a second chance at life, but...

I don't deserve it.

But... (yelps) It's over.

♪ ♪ (seatbelt unbuckling) Thank you.

I should thank you.

It was pretty heroic, what you did back there.

Admitting guilt?

Yeah, given that you were lying.

It distracted Hanna.

It's not the truth, though, is it?

Well, I, I don't think I'll ever know for sure.

I have no memory of it.

Listen.

The forensics are right.

Don't you want to clear your name?

It won't change anything.

It won't bring Karl and Jonas back.

And Ric got what he had coming.

Restorative justice.

Restitution.

(inhales) Um, I lied about something else, too.

Yeah?

I did remember you from the case.

Because I could see that you were at least open to the possibility that I was innocent.

You didn't judge, and I thank you for that.

♪ ♪ If I'd fought harder for you back then...

But I wouldn't have had my second chance, and second chances are good.

Are they?

I wouldn't have Vincent and the kids.

I wouldn't have found happiness.

I hope you find that, too.

(girls yelling) (door opening) (girls exclaiming, car door closes) (laughing) ♪ ♪ (car turning) LAUREN: Come on.

(shifts) You won't be seeing me again.

No offense, but good.

You know, I envy you, your happiness.

You've earned it.

Haven't you?

Not yet.

(shifting) No.

(engine revving) ♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ VALENTIJN: You need to get somebody down here now.

Someone's been murdered.

EDDIE: That guy had blood on his hands.

Case closed.

I'm not sure.

ANGELIQUE: Who's going to take over now?

You must be delighted.

PIET: Time to face your demons, even if they tear you limb from limb.

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