♪ ♪ 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.

ISAAK: I sensed Hecate's agent on Earth!

They're all freaking me out, to be honest.

(meows) PIET: Time to face your demons, even if they tear you limb... Let me out!

PIET: ...from limb.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (trains screeching in distance) (insects chirping) ISAAK: I invoke and conjure thee, o ye infernal spirit.

By the mighty and holy names of the most high and supreme God... (Nik's breath shuddering) ...I order and direct thee to appear now, bound and constrained by my will and the will of the most high and supreme God.

Show thyself visibly unto me... (breath shuddering) ...within the triangle that stands before the circle.

ISAAK (through doors): Come now forthwith... (incantation continues upstairs) (panting): Nik?

Nik, do you see this?

(voice hissing softly) Did you see that?

♪ ♪ I say thou art welcome unto me... (shuddering) Nik... (groans) Nik, what are you doing?

Nik!

What are you doing?

Get back inside the circle, now!

(panting and gasping) NIK (pounding door): Stop!

Valentijn!

Hans, we can't do this, we have to stop.

NIK (shouting): Help me!

I agree, I don't like it.

NIK: Help!

Help!

We can't.

You heard what Isaak said.

Under no circumstances are we to go in.

NIK: Let me out!

This is our test.

(pounding continues) NIK: Let me out, please!

Hans!

I... Valentijn!

...being made in the image of God, inflamed with the power of God... (gasping): Let me out, please!

Valentijn!

Let me out!

...come now forthwith... NIK (pounding): Let me out!

(pounding, shouting continue) This is getting out of hand.

I'm gonna put an end to this madness.

(both grunt) We do what we agreed to do.

(Nik shouting) We can't leave him in there-- you heard Nik.

And I won't be held responsible for this.

It's stupid.

Obey.

(Nik shouting, pounding) (door opens and slams) HANS: Rejoin hands now.

(Nik shouting) ♪ ♪ (Nik shouts, others gasp) We have to do something.

HANS: Stay strong.

NIK: Help me!

Nik is freaking out and my granddad's in there.

Your grandfather knows what to do.

(shouting and pounding continue) (exhales) (running) Let me out!

(Isaak reciting) (panting) NIK: Hans!

Hans!

Valentijn!

Nik, it's Katya, I'm here.

(sobbing): Let me out!

KATYA (panting): I'm trying!

I'm trying!

NIK: Help me!

(Katya panting, whimpering) NIK: Help me!

ISAAK: Inflamed by the power of God.

KATYA: Granddad!

(audio distorting) KATYA: Nik!

(voices hissing, growling) (Nik screams, blade sings) (screams) (rattling stops) (gasping): No.

(rattling handle): No, no, no, no, no!

What's happened?

Granddad!

(rattling handle): Nik!

Come on!

(groans) (gasping): Where's the key?

Where's the key?

(muttering) We need to get in there!

Forget the key.

We're not opening this door.

Pull yourself together.

(object clatters behind door) (tapping buttons, breathing heavily) (sniffles, phone calling out) (man answers phone) Yeah, police?

(leaves rustle) Someone's been murdered.

You need to get somebody down here now.

(door opens, people talking softly) What have you done?

What we should've done hours ago.

Does somebody wanna tell us what's going on?

We were told there's been a murder.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm sorry, are we missing something here?

Uh, yeah, I, I made the call.

They're upstairs.

You want to check upstairs.

They're locked in.

Let's go.

(sighs softly) So, who's got the key?

I got the key.

(key jangling) You want to open it?

(lock turning) All right, we'll take it from here.

(Isaak panting) Don't move.

Stay down.

♪ ♪ (Isaak panting) (voice trembling): Oh, oh, Granddad!

(whispering): Are you okay?

(panting): Belphegor.

Belphegor did it.

(whimpers) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ISAAK: We can't just walk away.

Nobody gets to walk away.

He's still here.

A goetic demon, a prince of hell, the angel that illuminates my darkness and yours.

Yeah, well... We've all got one of them.

A goetic demon!

A prince of hell!

What happened?

He's well out of it, right?

(electronics beeping, people talking in background) Let's hope not.

He's our prime suspect.

The only person present when the murder took place.

His name's Isaak Engelhart, as in angel heart.

Which is kind of ironic, given that he was invoking a demon.

Yeah, right.

(snorts) You know, I like the way you do that.

You play it all serious, but actually, underneath, you're just having a laugh.

(chuckles) So what was he doing, really?

He was invoking a demon.

According to the guys downstairs, the door was locked from the outside, and there are no other entrances or exits.

Let's check that.

Windows are nailed shut.

Not even Santa's coming down that chimney.

And Hans Lansing was the only person with the key, but he was with the others the entire time.

All of which means... Death by demon-- that's gotta be a first.

Nah.

Nah, nah, nah, no way.

This is clearly about as open and shut as they get, right?

This guy?

Stabbed and killed.

And that Isaak guy had blood on his hands.

Case closed, right?

I'm not sure.

Where's the gray area?

Do you not like the occult, Eddie?

Not a big fan, no.

(growls) Oh, talking of creatures from the beyond.

Takes one to know one, Piet.

Right, cause of death-- what is it?

Dagger or eyes?

Dagger.

Eyes are just an added extra bonus on the plus side, along with a liver that was shot to pieces.

How would you know that?

Me and Mr. Delacorte, we drank at the same watering hole, didn't we?

(whispers): He always got a bit tricky after one too many whiskeys.

(aloud): Eyes are a problem, though-- gouged outright.

See, the thing is, Eddie, if Mr. Engelhart stabbed him and was the only other person in the room, he also gouged out the eyes, correct?

Works for me, definitely-- in one.

Well, eyes are funny things.

Windows to the soul.

Gelatinous, jellylike, squidgy in texture.

If you dig in and... (makes popping noise): ...pull out an eye, ooh, your hands are just covered in sclera...

Right, do you mind if I cut to the chase?

Isaak Engelhart had none of that, did he?

Exactly-- he did not, and therefore, he didn't do it.

Maybe the victim gouged his own eyes out, before he was stabbed.

That's what I thought.

"If thine eyes offend thee, pluck 'em out," eh?

Matthew 5:29.

But whoever gouged out the eyes would have, for sure, have at least some bloodstains on the fingers themselves.

Impossible not to.

But he doesn't.

Correct.

Whoever gouged out these eyes, it was neither of them.

But no one else was in the room.

I take it we're ruling out anything supernatural.

I mean, that we're not really saying some demon is in the frame.

PIET: Well, I don't see why not.

Christianity, Islam, Judaism.

They all believe in the existence of spirits.

And demons don't like humans-- gives them motive.

She's joking this time, right?

Yeah, yeah, she is.

But I'm not.

And he's right not to.

There's something else.

You see those indentations in the sand, Eddie?

Hardly fingerprints, but hardly footprints, either.

Why do I think I'm not going to like this?

What are they?

Hooves, Eddie.

There are hoof prints in the sand.

HANS: "Magic is the art and science of causing change to occur in conformity with will."

Crowley.

Who's Will Crowley?

No, the will.

And Aleister Crowley, the occultist.

Is he here?

Back from the dead?

In spirit, perhaps.

We've set up a group in his memory.

Take it you don't mean like ABBA.

Are you mocking me?

No, no, no, I'm, uh... No, I'm pretty open to most of these things, but I'm also pretty familiar with the fact that most murders tend to be terrestrial in origin.

LUCIENNE: What was the name of the order?

(clears throat): Um, the name of the order is the Sanguis Lunae.

It's the Order of the Blood Moon.

We're a, a secret society that's devoted to the study and, and practice of the occult.

And you invoke demons why?

To see if it can be done.

To punch through the veil between the worlds.

It's all quite benign, really.

Oh, come on-- didn't look that way to me.

Oh, I agree, now.

(camera shutters clicking) We shouldn't have done it.

We should not have locked them in there.

So, if you were outside when the murder happened, did you see or hear anyone?

No.

No, I, I was spooked by the noise, and that's why I had to get out and call you.

Okay, we'll need a list of members.

Oh, I'm sorry, I can't do that.

There's still an awful lot of people that disapprove of magic.

The list of members, it's strictly confidential.

Like I said, we'll need a list of members.

PIET (voiceover): So, let me get this right.

From what I'm hearing, you stopped people from going to help.

That was the agreement.

Even with someone inside, screaming for their life.

Isaak insisted.

The deal was we'd leave them until morning, no matter what we heard.

So, one man's dead and another is a gibbering wreck because of you.

No, Nik is dead because he left the ritual circle.

No other reason.

And how do you know that?

The circle is there to protect the magician.

Demons can't enter it, but if you leave it, demon has free rein to do as it sees fit.

(smacks lips) Or maybe there's a more Earthbound explanation.

(police radios running) EDDIE: You been interviewed?

Everything all right?

(stammering): What do you think?

(voice trembling): Nik's dead, and, um, my granddad's been taken to a psychiatric clinic.

I, I wish I'd had nothing to do with it.

Are you a member of the order?

No, no.

My, um, granddad talked me into coming.

I wish I hadn't.

I'm, I'm so not into what they do.

Nor me.

I mean, they're all freaking me out, to be honest.

I spoke to Lena, by the way.

Said I'd at least see her, face to face.

Good, that's good.

We all make mistakes, you know.

Yeah.

I mean, there's got to be another way in, right?

Oh, has to be.

There's no way this is supernatural, right?

PIET: Oh, I don't know.

What do I know?

I mean, those hooves, they did look pretty hoofy.

Okay, let's get hold of the plans for the building.

So, what else do we know?

Engelhart's a brain surgeon and the victim, Nik Delacorte's, a psychiatrist.

Well, both very sensible careers.

Mm.

I got an address for Delacorte's office and a home address.

(sighing): He's married with kids.

All right, I'll do the office.

You do the next of kin bit.

How's that fair?

Why should you get out of the bad news bit?

Toss you for it.

Haven't got a coin.

See you later.

What's with the bike?

Oh, you know what they say.

Four wheels work for the body, but it's two that drives the soul.

Take it easy out there.

(engine starts, revs) ♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ (children playing in background) When did you last see your husband?

Uh, we, uh... We had lunch together yesterday, and then he went out.

Did he say where he was going?

He said he was giving a talk on trauma.

What happened to your hand?

One of the kids smashed a glass, and I cut myself clearing it up.

So, when you say he got stabbed, where did it happen?

In the street?

Was he attacked?

We're not entirely sure what happened yet.

It was at a castle on the edge of town.

What was he doing there?

Your husband was in the middle of performing a magical ritual.

(bell tolling in distance) (lock turning) (door shuts firmly) ♪ ♪ ISABELLE (voiceover): I don't understand.

An affair, maybe-- I sort of expected that, but... A ritual?

Do these names mean anything to you?

Isaak Engelhart, Valentijn Meijer, Hans Lansing.

No, never heard of any of them.

Why?

Should I have?

Well, they're all members of the same club that your husband belonged to.

You had no idea?

No, no.

Uh... None whatsoever.

It would seem my husband was good at keeping secrets.

♪ ♪ (whirring) Enjoy your coffee, sir.

(bells tolling) PIET (breathlessly): Hey.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

You all right?

Uh, what do you want?

Latte?

Usual?

Extra?

Hot...?

Okay, did you get me one?

No.

Uh... Wasn't sure we were back in the "buying each other a cup of coffee" kind of vibe.

All right.

What, what do you want to do, walk?

Uh, yeah.

Let's walk.

I guess me turning up at the Scheltema was a bit of a shock.

(blows out) It takes more than that to shock me.

It did get me thinking, though.

You want to get back together?

Uh, no, about seeing you.

(car horn honks in distance, bird squawking) No going back, right?

I don't think so.

I can't go back.

Well, maybe we can go forward.

♪ ♪ I don't think so.

I'm...

I'm, I'm sorry.

(phone buzzing) (clicks tongue): You need to go, right?

Work always gets in the way.

I got a date.

With the devil.

Mm.

They say it's better the one you know.

I still got the key to the boat.

I'll, I'll drop it back, yeah?

Okay.

That'd be good.

♪ ♪ (footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ (engine stops) (Piet exhales) 666, number of the beast.

Associated with the Book of Revelation.

And Crowley.

666, though.

It's a bit obvious, innit?

What do you think?

Someone trying to put the hoodoo on Nik Delacorte?

Hoodoo, voodoo, woo-woo.

I don't know-- how was the wife?

Fragile.

On the verge of walking out.

Clearly wasn't a marriage made in heaven.

Right, well, I didn't know there was such a thing.

(doors close and open) (exhales, chuckling) PIET: O Captain!

My Captain!

Ah, glad you could make the party.

I managed to fast-track the tox.

God, the stimulants in his system.

Alcohol, cocaine, MDMA, peyote with a little bit of Bolivian torch cactus-- nice touch, that-- and, uh, psilocybin.

Magic mushrooms to you.

Quite a cocktail.

Yeah, I think even I'd struggle to see things with that lot inside me.

Oh, I don't know.

Sounds like a normal night out for you.

(laughs) Now, now.

So let's have a look at this, shall we?

Go on, Piet, give us a hand.

(straining): Go on, go on.

(sighs) He's not gonna bite.

(grunts) Sator, arepo, tenet, opera, rotas.

It's a, well, it's a magical square.

A perfect palindrome.

The words read the same up and down and left to right.

(chuckles): It's, it's clever, isn't it?

Not really, it's just like one of those puzzles you used to do as a kid.

Well, the origin of this one is in Hebrew, but the text is in Latin, and it's impossible to translate, but yeah, knock yourself out.

And talking of tattoos, have I ever shown you my ostrich?

(exhales): Can't say I've had the pleasure.

Right, the fingerprints, they give us anything?

Uh, afraid not.

Lots of the members of the order's prints are there, but that's not surprising, since it's used on a regular basis.

Of the ones fingerprinted, have any of them got any of that eye stuff you mentioned?

No, checked.

But the, uh, dagger that killed him did have Isaak Engelhart's prints all over it, but... (exhales) You'd expect that.

HENDRIK: Exactly.

Presumably he was waving it and wielding it for all he was worth during the ritual, but... (inhales sharply): ...someone else-- or something else-- has been in contact with that dagger, but impossible to tell what.

A cloth wiping it?

Or the hand of a demon.

What about those hooves?

Yeah, still working on that.

I thought I'd start in this dimensional universe and then, you know, progress.

Might have another beast for you to look at.

Dead cat.

Mm.

Busy, busy, busy.

That could of course be a sacrifice, couldn't it?

From the Latin sacrifici, which means "to make sacred."

All right.

Yeah?

(door opens) Catch.

Oh, yeah.

(telephone ringing) You all right?

Look like you've seen a demon.

Yeah, feel like it, too.

Citra's just been giving me a crash course in the occult.

Yeah, while you guys were busy at the crime scene, I've been doing some research.

Belphegor, known for his laziness, got his own prime number and is our prime suspect.

It's not as dark as everyone thinks, really.

The Sanguis Lunae-- the Blood Moon lot-- just a glorified study group, really.

Delacorte's wife claims to know nothing about his involvement with the order or magic.

Yeah, which seems odd, given her husband has a magical square tattooed on his back.

Clearly, intimacy isn't top of their list.

Where are we at at membership of the order, anything?

Uh, working through a list.

Includes three judges, two politicians, and a rock star.

LUCIENNE: What about former members?

Anyone left recently?

Um, seven in the last year.

Okay, let's find out why.

All right, let's check previous clients for Delacorte and Engelhart, and get someone over to Delacorte's office.

It's been trashed.

What do you got there?

Uh, plans for the building from a recent survey.

No sign of any hidden entrances.

All right, go back further-- get the originals.

Hans Lansing.

What do we got on him?

Um, runs a nightclub called Orphesque and owns a tattoo parlor in the south.

PIET: Okay, let's check it out.

See what he knows about those tattoos.

What's the problem?

Not a fan of tats, as well as demons?

Is that a culture thing?

No.

(car horn honks in background) It's a bad experience thing.

With a tattooist?

(exhales) I shot one.

He kidnapped his daughter.

All right?

We were trying to get her back.

He pulled the gun on me and I fired.

Which is okay, isn't it?

In this line of duty.

(voice breaking): Bullet caught his daughter, too.

(voice catches) She's okay.

So is he, now.

But...

It...

It could have gone very wrong.

(clears throat): I'll be fine.

(sniffles) (door opens, bell jingles) ♪ ♪ BEEKHOF (voiceover): He is sedated.

Clearly delusional.

But we need to keep him in for further observations.

Is it all right to ask some questions?

Yeah.

Has he said anything about what happened?

Just gibberish, really.

Um, some stuff in Latin.

Not "Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas," by any chance?

Yeah.

Does he have that tattooed on his back?

(gasps) (Isaak muttering) KATYA: Um, all the main members do.

(muttering): I invite you into my circle.

Fire.

I invite you...

He's, um, trying to protect us.

ISAAK (muttering): Water-- I invite you... How did your grandfather get on with Nik Delacorte?

Well.

They've known each other for a while, shared the same interests.

What, like psychiatry, workings of the brain, all that stuff?

I invite you into my circle.

KATYA: Exactly.

He once explained to me how, um, rituals are all about psychology.

How it's all in the mind, but no less real for that.

He's a good man.

(aloud): He's a liar-- a cheat.

Oh, yeah?

Who's that, then?

Belphegor?

(inhales) (softly): The wine started to vibrate.

I saw it.

And I saw his face in the incense.

Barbarous-- infernal.

Uh, okay.

You want to tell us about it?

We know Nik left the circle.

Then what?

I called him back.

Then... (wheezes) (stammering): I don't know, I blacked out.

Next thing I know, you came in.

(softly): No!

(whispering): No, no, no, there was something... ...wrong.

Wrong... Wrong in what way?

(breathing heavily) I sensed someone else.

Who?

Who was there?

She was.

She?

Okay.

Who's she?

I think it was Angelique, attacking us.

Angelique who?

(loudly): Hecate's agent on Earth!

(swallows) You haven't got an address, by any chance?

(softly): 93 Beskinpark.

93 Beskinpark is the address of Karma Rousa, whatever that is, run by an Angelique Rousa.

So when Engelhart says he sensed someone's presence during a ritual, do you think he means actually in the room or in his imagination?

I don't know-- why are you asking me?

Well, you're the expert on all things demonic.

Well, comes with the job.

(heavy metal music playing, tattoo gun buzzing) Any word on Isaak?

He's under surveillance.

Recognize this, by any chance?

It belonged to Nik Delacorte.

It's a magical square, right?

(tattoo gun buzzing) It looks like you got one, too.

It's a sator square.

It's for protection.

Protection from what?

Demons.

The theory is they can't read palindromes.

Like, words the same back to front.

It's a bit like "abracadabra."

(cat meows, Eddie catches breath) Didn't exactly protect Mr. Delacorte, did it?

Guess not.

Well, someone's been trashing his offices, as well.

CITRA: Dead cats, 666.

Know anything about that?

Sounds like an occult war.

(tattoo gun buzzing) Which is what, exactly?

(gun stops, Hans sighs) Two practitioners trying to attack each other supernaturally.

Serious?

(chuckles): Very.

(gun buzzing) (birds twittering) (engine stops, Piet exhales) (chimes ringing, water trickling) Welcome.

Follow me.

(water flowing, bamboo tapping) Ah.

Used to have one of these.

LUCIENNE: Angelique Rousa?

Inspector Hassell and Commissaris van der Valk.

PIET: We're here about the murder of Nik Delacorte.

Please, take a seat.

(bamboo tapping, Newton's cradle clicking) PIET: He died during a ritual he was performing with Isaak Engelhart.

Does that make any sense to you?

Not really, no.

Well, me, neither.

Engelhart reckons it was something to do with you.

Seems to think you were attacking him in some way.

Where were you last night?

(bamboo taps, Newton's cradle clicking) With my lover.

Perhaps we can get that verified.

Verified.

(Newton's cradle clicking) So, what is it you do here, exactly?

(bamboo taps) I guide clients on how to bring the sacred into the modern world.

(clicks tongue): Oh, right.

How do you do that, then?

A variety of things.

Meditation, divination, dream readings, soul retrieval.

(bamboo taps, Newton's cradle clicking) What about Hecate, queen of the witches?

She come into any of that?

If relevant.

Hecate is a much maligned but very potent female goddess.

Is she?

(bamboo taps) You wouldn't happen to be her agent on Earth, would you?

(Newton's cradle clicking) Oh, I'd be honored to be.

We all love a bit of goddess worship, don't we?

Oh, 100%, yeah.

(bamboo taps, Newton's cradle clicking) No, I mean, I, I couldn't agree more.

So what do you call yourself?

I mean, what's your job description?

Seer?

Shaman?

What about a magician?

Would you call yourself one of those?

You bet.

(stops) (bamboo taps, stops) Nice.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ Um, I'm gonna go.

♪ ♪ I'll come back tomorrow.

♪ ♪ Isaak Engelhart and Nik Delacorte.

You knew them, right?

Course.

Old-school dinosaurs, the pair of them.

You disapprove of them, then?

I wouldn't say disapprove.

More disappointed, really.

They're both dead to me.

A bit like you and your siblings.

Excuse me?

Do you remember them chasing you down?

Across the garden.

No, no, no, what was it?

It was a...

It was a farmyard.

A stifling summer's day.

And you were all playing tag.

I'm sorry, what has this got to do with anything?

They're chasing you down.

But you're good.

Fast.

Faster than them, really.

Only they're older and stronger.

So there's no way they're gonna let you escape.

So they're catching up.

What's going on?

You run into a barn full of sacks.

And you jump on them, and run like crazy across the top, only they're getting nearer.

But you didn't see the hook.

Hanging down from the ceiling.

You run straight into it.

And do you remember what they did next?

They tagged you.

They said, "You're it."

And they ran off laughing.

Enough.

(breath shuddering) (chuckles) (birds twittering) You want to talk?

No.

(engine starts, revs) (glasses clinking, music playing faintly) (music continues, computer keys clacking) PIET: How're we doing with Hecate's mate?

If you mean Angelique Rousa, um, everything checks out.

And she's confirmed as a magician, shaman, seer-- you name it.

She run a secret order, as well?

No.

No, very much a modern magician.

Nothing at all secret about her activities.

This website is absolutely full of stuff.

Rituals organized on social media, thousands of followers-- quite the player.

You sound almost impressed.

(chuckles): Yeah.

Look, something bothers me about Delacorte's wife.

She claims not to know anything about her husband's activities, implied he was having an affair...

There's a "but" coming.

But I'm not sure.

Is this you being intuitive, like Angelique?

(firmly): No.

It's called experience.

I've asked tech to check her phone messages.

What about you?

Are you practicing magic?

Yeah, trying to.

Invisible cause, visible effect.

Like God.

(car horn honks in distance) Did you mess with the summoning?

(laughing) Oh, that's funny?

Mmm.

Something went wrong in there-- anything to do with you?

Look, I'm really flattered that you think that I could affect one of your little boys' outings.

But, quite frankly, I've got bigger fish to fry.

♪ ♪ (slowly): Let go of me.

Thank you.

Plus, you must be delighted, eh?

Nik dead, Isaak incapacitated.

Who's gonna take over now?

Yeah.

Good luck with that.

(car door closes) HENDRIK (voiceover): All right, listen up.

Listen up and look sharp.

I've got good news, Eddie, good news.

Hooves are hooves.

Why is that good news?

Because they're terrestrial!

(chuckles) Goat hooves, to be exact.

Hang on, someone had a goat up there?

HENDRIK: Yeah, and while we're on animals, that dead cat you found in Nik Delacorte's office died elsewhere.

Old age, probably.

The maggots were added later.

You see, their stage of development makes them older than the cat's time of death.

So... (blows out) Whole thing's staged.

So the blood wasn't the cat's?

Oh, no, very much human.

LUCIENNE: Isabelle Delacorte has a cut on her hand.

She got a cat in her hand?

A cut.

Oh, cut.

Yeah.

EDDIE: Plans for the building when it was built.

There's a doorway that doesn't make sense with what we saw.

Maybe an outsider breaks in-- but who?

Where are we at on the seven who left the order?

Three moved away, two became disillusioned, and one took up martial arts.

We're still checking them out.

Means one left.

Mila Manderfeld.

Used to work at Hans Lansing's nightclub.

And former patient of Nik Delacorte.

Any connection to Isaak Engelhart?

Left her address unannounced nine months ago, not gone abroad, bank accounts active but not been used.

Could be dead.

Not registered as deceased.

Right, check for family, background, everything-- anything.

Hey, guess what?

She's on Isaak Engelhart's client list, as well.

She's a patient of both a brain surgeon and a shrink?

Why?

Let's get hold of client notes.

Yeah, I'll talk to Engelhart.

Right, you go to the nightclub, talk to Hans Lansing.

What was it called again?

Orphesque?

HENDRIK: It's a fine establishment-- I'm a lifetime member.

All right, you go, too, talk to the others.

Right, Eddie!

Time to face your demons.

(chuckling): Oh, you've got to be having a laugh, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

PIET: Well, you've got to face them at some point.

Better now than later.

Even if they tear you limb from limb.

Great, thanks, can't wait.

And we need to find Mila Manderfeld and figure out why... ...she disappeared.

(clicks tongue) ♪ ♪ (breathing with ventilator) (monitor beeping) ♪ ♪ (dance music playing inside) Listen, I'll just blend in with the scenery, right?

You, uh, you lead-- you're the pro.

Right.

Okay.

Hi, there, um, we should be... WOMAN: Hendrik!

Hi!

How you doing?

Where's Tony?

Still in jail, right?

WOMAN (laughing): Yeah.

What?

This is blending in.

(greeting, laughing): Hey!

Nothing immediately visible.

PIET: No.

To the untrained eye.

(loud dance music playing) That's it!

(laughs): Hey!

There, go there.

(knocking) (wood tones deepen) (Piet grunts, door creaks) ♪ ♪ (flashlight switch clicks) ♪ ♪ Um... Well, that explains our hooves.

And the other stuff.

A disguise, right?

Yeah.

Well, what's that?

Don't know.

Maybe a sound machine to make liquid vibrate?

I mean, the killer had to make it seem real.

Let's keep going.

(clubgoers cheering, music playing) Hey!

This a private wake, or can anyone join in?

We need to ask some questions about someone that used to work here and was one of the members of your order?

Mila Manderfeld?

Mila?

She was nice, but didn't really fit in.

Is that why she left the order?

No idea.

She never explained-- she just left.

No surprise, really, people come and go.

Yeah, but they tend not to disappear without a trace, huh?

So, no idea where she is now?

I never met her.

I only started working here a couple of months ago.

Ah.

(clubgoers cheering) Mila left well before then.

She was lovely, but mixed up, you know?

Aren't we all?

(chuckles) How close was she with Nik Delacorte and Isaak Engelhart?

Very-- especially to Nik.

Were they in a relationship?

Yes.

No judgment, but, um, he was married, and she was a client of his, right?

KATYA: Was she?

That I didn't know.

Nor did I.

(breathing heavily) (muttering): No.

(muttering and moaning) (crying and muttering) (muttering): I'll kill you.

(breathing heavily) (laughing) ♪ ♪ Well, what do you know?

Let's get forensics back down here.

What's that?

PIET: Uh, uh... Well, my guess would be eyeball.

(muttering) ♪ ♪ Very crafty.

So, anyone could have used this entrance, right?

Including any of the lot that were downstairs.

And if someone used that entrance, they'd enter the room here, presumably behind Delacorte and Engelhart.

Correct.

Engelhart was focused on what he thought was manifesting in the triangle, but collapsed.

And we know Nik Delacorte was over by the door trying to get out.

Meaning our killer could take the ceremonial dagger, sneak up behind him... Delacorte turns... And gets stabbed.

In the heart.

(slaps shoulder) Risky, though.

In front of Engelhart.

Why didn't he see what happened?

Well, because he was off his face.

And because our killer was disguised.

(club music pumping) Well, there's no point in going back to the office now, eh?

Keep an eye on this lot.

Any excuse.

None needed.

Tequila!

♪ ♪ (engine stops) (birds twittering and calling) BEEKHOF: I didn't leave anything in here, did...

I...?

(needle stabs, Beekhof gasps) (Isaak grunting and stabbing, Beekhof panting and groaning) (keys jangling, Beekhof groaning) (whispering): Orphesque is calling.

(panting, crying) (click) ♪ ♪ Can we get some help in here, please?

LUCIENNE: Engelhart's gone.

Maybe to the nightclub.

(woman screams) Move, move!

LUCIENNE: Who benefits most from the death?

I've told you what this is all about.

(alarm wailing) I'll call the others.

Police!

Open up!

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