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

♪ ♪ He died during a ritual he was performing with Isaak Engelhart.

BEEKHOF: He's sedated, clearly delusional, but we need to keep him in for further observation.

Well, what do you know?

Anyone could've used this entrance.

PIET: Including any of the lot that were downstairs.

(Isaak grunts, Beekhof gasps, keys jangling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Help!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me, please!

(coughing, sputtering) It's okay.

It's okay, I got you.

(coughing, sputtering) (loudly): Can we get some help in here, please?

What happened?

Was it Isaak?

Did he say anything?

(straining): That Orphesque was calling.

(loudly): Can we get some help?

Thank you.

(phone button beeps) (phone ringing out) PIET (over phone): Yep.

Engelhart's gone-- maybe to the nightclub.

PIET: Okay, we're on our way to Orphesque.

I'll meet you there.

(alarm wailing) I'll call the others.

Cheers!

(dance music playing loudly) (phone vibrating) (talking and laughing in background) (music fades) (loud music resumes) (coin clatters) (loud music continues) Hans!

Hans!

Hans!

Hans!

Hendrik!

Hendrik!

(loud music continues) (talking in background, music continues) (people talking in background) (music continues) Piet.

♪ ♪ (club music continues) (woman screaming) (people screaming) Granddad!

Granddad!

Move, move!

Okay, stay back, stay back, stop the music!

(Katya wailing) (music stops) All right, call a paramedic!

And find Hendrik!

Okay, let's lock the place down.

(gasping) Stay with me!

Look at me!

(softly): He's going, he's going.

(calling): Stay with me!

(whispers): He's going.

(sobbing) (sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door closes) Stay where you are!

No one leaves.

More officers are on their way.

LUCIENNE: Okay, get someone on the door.

Already done it.

All doors locked, venue secured.

Great-- let's get statements from everyone here.

All of them?

Yeah, all of them.

You all right?

(chuckles): Not really.

Not used to them still warm.

(sniffs): It's been a while since I attempted resuscitation.

Alas, to no avail.

So, what can you tell me?

Well, I won't know much until I get him back to the mortuary and open him up properly, but the head wound's from before.

(inhales): He's got a fresh gaping cut to the upper right quadrant of his abdomen, which, if it was a fatal wound, was deep and probably went straight through his liver, causing massive hemorrhaging and death.

Meaning it was done with...?

Mm, something long, thin, and sharp.

My money'd be on a blade of a stiletto knife, or, um... (clicks tongue): A sharpened wand, maybe?

Right-- who has a sharpened wand?

That's for you to figure out.

(exhales) ANGELIQUE: I came to pay my respects to Nik.

You called him a dinosaur earlier.

Even if they are extinct, you can still feel sorry for dinosaurs.

Did you see Isaak Engelhart?

Yes, and I was surprised to see him.

(pen scratching) Are you okay?

Look, what I said earlier, I hope it didn't unsettle you.

Did it?

Not at all.

And I'll ask the questions, thanks.

As you wish.

Although...

I think I've already told you what this is all about.

You haven't told me anything.

Are you sure?

Because my spirits tell me that I have.

Right.

Well, if you're so clairvoyant, why don't you tell me who killed Nik Delacorte and Isaak Engelhart?

Save us a lot of time and trouble.

I'm no psychic.

I don't know who killed Nik, let alone Isaak.

But my sense is that somehow, I've absolutely told you what this is all about.

♪ ♪ There you go-- care to explain?

He wanted to speak in private.

About what?

I don't know, we didn't get that far.

You know what I'm wondering?

I mean, in light of the deaths of Nik Delacorte and now Isaak Engelhart, I mean, who takes over your group now?

Come on, don't be shy.

Although I think we all know the answer to that one, don't we, Hans?

I mean, that's you, innit?

Looks like you, recognize the shirt.

That's definitely him.

What's he whispering to you there?

Sweet nothings?

He was agitated, and speaking nonsense, and said we needed to go somewhere private.

Look... See?

He walks off.

And that's the last I saw of him.

Okay, so if that's the last you saw of him, what's he saying to you?

I mean, what's he saying to you right there?

Like I said, he was rambling, incoherent.

The, the man had lost it.

What's he saying?

You wouldn't get it.

Try me.

"The terror poet rapes and atones for rats."

♪ ♪ (door opens) How you doing?

I'm fine-- you?

Yep, apart from "the terror poet rapes and atones for rats."

Pretty much Isaak Engelhart's last words to Hans Lansing.

That make any sense to you?

No, no.

What are your thoughts on Hans Lansing?

I don't trust him.

He's got motive, he's got opportunity.

Let's keep digging on him.

Why'd you bring her in?

Her and Valentijn Meijer.

She was at the club with him, and we checked her phone.

In the 24 hours before her husband was killed, she phoned or messaged Valentijn 73 times.

So, not exactly strangers.

How was Miss Rousa?

Cryptic.

Said, or-- or rather, claimed her spirits did-- she'd already told me what all this is about.

What, at the club, or earlier?

Earlier, I think.

Mm.

(door opens, closes) (interrogation room door opens) (over speaker): Isabelle Delacorte.

(clears throat) What were you doing at Club Orphesque?

I mean, no offense, but I wouldn't put you down as a clubber.

I mean, especially not on the day your husband was killed.

(breathes deeply) (quietly): You're gonna have to do better than that.

You lied to us.

You and Valentijn Meijer were in a relationship.

Why lie?

I mean, it was no big deal.

It was a mistake.

I was a client of Nik's.

Valentijn came to the house a few times.

We got on.

She was clearly lonely.

I knew that Nik wasn't exactly a saint.

We fell in love.

At least, I did.

He ended it, and I wanted him back, so that's why I went to the club.

Does the name Mila Manderfeld mean anything to you?

(breath trembles) I'll take that as a yes, shall I?

Nik and her had an affair.

Why is she relevant now?

Well, she's a person of interest, that's all.

But also, if you and Valentijn Meijer were lovers, and you knew your husband had past infidelities, I mean, that gives you pretty good motive to kill him.

Must have made you angry.

Is that why you trashed his office?

Dead cat?

666?

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

Presumably explains the cut on your hand so you could write in blood.

That's different.

I hate the magic, I hated Nik doing it, and he was scared of it.

So, you thought, if you scared him some more, he might stop?

Yes, exactly.

Our marriage was fine until he got involved in all this.

That's quite extreme, though, isn't it?

And if you can fake one magical attack... (inhales) ...who's to say you didn't fake another?

At the summoning.

What, you think that we did it?

No way.

No, look, I mean, I don't feel great about the affair...

The truth is, Isabelle just doesn't mean that much to me.

I'd broken it off.

Why would I kill her husband?

And also, I tried to save Nik-- I tried to get into the room.

It was me that called you guys.

♪ ♪ PIET: Whoa!

Say when.

How we doing?

Oh, you know, had better nights.

Yep, I'm not sure this was, uh, his idea of fun, either.

Mm-hmm.

You gotta admire the young ones' stamina, though, right?

(string orchestra piece playing) (ventilator pumping, monitor beeping) (music continues) (monitor and ventilator continue) (button clicks, music stops) (new piano piece playing) (ventilator and monitor continue) (door closes) (seagulls squawking) Piet?

♪ ♪ (keys jangling) ♪ ♪ (utensil clatters loudly) Non nobis, Domine, non nobis sed nomini...

I've been thinking.

Why kill Isaak Engelhart in the nightclub?

When you could have done it during the summoning.

Exactly-- seems odd, doesn't it?

Unless the plan was to pin the first murder on him.

Plan goes to perfection.

Until Engelhart escapes from the psych unit.

Then he's a risk.

Who benefits most from the deaths?

Hans Lansing-- he gets to take over the order.

(ventilator pumping, monitor beeping, piano piece playing) Morning, lovely.

I've brought in some different music today.

I reckon we've both had enough of that classical stuff.

Am I right or am I right?

(music continues) It's so annoying!

(magazine pounds) "The terror poet rapes and atones for rats."

It's just an, an anagram of the magical square.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning nothing, meaning Engelhart was deranged, end of.

Well, that doesn't help at all.

Uh, where are we at on Mila Manderfeld?

Uh, we're chasing medical records, but couldn't access them at night.

Citra, you got something, didn't you?

Um, uh, yeah, her financials had a link to a medical facility in Arizona.

I emailed them to see what it was about.

PIET: What's it say?

I, I fell asleep before they got back to me.

(clicks mouse) They're sorry that they're no longer able to help.

They're not in contact with Mila Manderfeld.

But they have left a contact address, though.

Where?

Right next to Wertheimpark.

Breakfast will have to wait.

♪ ♪ (tires screeching) Go 'round the back just in case.

Police!

Open up!

(doorbell rings) (exhales) (exhales) Someone's in-- right, how do we get in?

Okay!

Over to you.

Yeah.

(loudly): Hello?

(doorknob rattles) ♪ ♪ Check upstairs.

(door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (panting): There's an open window.

Clearly they didn't want to see us.

LUCIENNE: Check up and down the street-- we think someone just left.

(exhales) (monitor beeping in distance) ♪ ♪ (monitor beeping) PIET: I think we just found Mila.

(ventilator pumping, monitor beeping) (Piet sighs) She's got a scar on her head.

From brain surgery?

We know Engelhart was a brain surgeon, right?

That would fit.

And she belongs to the group.

She's a client of Nik Delacorte's, who she was also dating.

Maybe she gets ill?

Would make sense to contact her brain surgeon friend.

Let's get forensics down here.

With the patient lying here?

Yup.

Mila Manderfeld?

PIET: I reckon so.

Let's find out who rents or owns this place.

And who the family is.

(door opens) (keys jangling, dropping) Don't move.

I wasn't planning on it.

(ventilator pumping, monitor beeping) What happened to her?

(softly): No one's ever told me.

I'm just her carer.

We need to get her independently assessed.

Get a doctor in here to check her out.

Do you not need to know what happened to her in order to look after her?

Not really-- it doesn't affect her treatment.

Why are you talking so quietly?

I don't want Mila to hear.

She's got what's called locked-in syndrome.

She can probably hear everything.

It's just her body is permanently paralyzed.

Someone else was here-- who might that be?

I don't know.

I'm under strict orders to come at a certain time and leave at a certain time.

I don't speak to anyone-- I don't ask, I, I never see anyone.

So how did you get the job?

A facility in Arizona.

I work for them, they recommended me.

We're gonna need the bank details of whoever pays you.

Okay.

It's a company-- I can get you that.

What is this all about?

Do the names Isaak Engelhart and Nik Delacorte mean anything to you?

No, sorry.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to Mila.

Oh, one more thing-- the flowers?

I bring them-- it's part of my instruction.

Has to be the same flower: floribundas.

I always make sure there's a fresh bunch.

Thanks.

(Sniffer barks) PIET: Come here!

Hup!

(telephone ringing) Where are we at on the Manderfeld family?

Um, used to live in Eindhoven, parents deceased.

Mila-- troubled childhood, some minor drug offenses, no record of marriage.

(exhales) She got any brothers or sisters by any chance?

EDDIE: One of each-- Catherine and Levi.

Born in...

So now would be, uh... Catherine, 30, Levi, 32.

JULIA: Find them.

Find where they are and if they've changed their names.

How do these ages compare with our suspects?

Um, Katya Alsteen, late 20s, maybe 30.

Ah, but she's Isaak's granddaughter.

Well, Valentijn Meijer's about the right age.

CITRA: But he's the one that rang the original incident in.

He called us.

Angelique Rousa, how old's she?

Oh, eternal, probably.

She's about 30.

Right, I'm gonna have a word-- you want to join?

Love to.

Always got time for a bit of Blood Moon activity, me.

♪ ♪ Looks like something's going on-- do we wait?

Do we hell.

To enflame our hearts with the spirit of your power.

Sorry to interrupt.

Whatever it is we're interrupting.

An invocation of the goddess Hecate.

PIET: Oh, right-- online?

ANGELIQUE: Coordinated online, yes.

There are over 73 groups participating in 27 countries across the whole world.

Impressive.

Yeah.

Every continent is represented, and we estimate that over 10,000 people are at this very second sharing in this invocation.

Or, at least... (chuckles): Were.

Well, that's a shame.

Although maybe they can answer my question about invocation.

Guess I could ask Hecate.

If she turns up.

(chuckles) What time are you expecting her?

I mean, I could wait, but it is kind of important.

You're annoyed at me because of what I said to Lucienne, aren't you?

Inspector Hassell, thanks.

My words are never meant to harm, Inspector Hassell.

We'll be the judge of that.

(chuckles) What's so important that you needed to interrupt me, then?

It's about Mila.

Do you miss her?

Mila?

Who's Mila?

Oh, that's you trying to catch me out.

Very bold.

That's the determination again.

The youngest sibling fighting back.

You said you had a question for me about magic.

Yeah, the Blood Moon brigade trying to summon Belphegor.

I mean, would there be a specific time to do that?

Absolutely, astrologically.

That's why they were doing it two nights ago.

What about the time of night?

Even more so.

So, when would the summoning happen?

The ideal time for manifestation is 666 minutes after the conjunction of Saturn and Uranus.

Well, 60 minutes in an hour, carry the six... You might need to help me out on that.

5:15 a.m. Did you just work that out?

No.

I make it my business to know what they're up to and when.

Why were you asking about the time?

Hendrik gave the time of death between 5:00 and 5:30.

So?

5:15 fits within that.

I want to check when Valentijn Meijer called the police-- the exact time.

I mean, that's his only real alibi.

And I want to get changed.

You remember she said she'd already told you what this was all about?

Maybe she meant the siblings.

♪ ♪ (car engine starts) (birds squawking) (thumping on deck) (hatch slides open, footsteps descend) Oh, hi.

(ventilator pumping, monitor beeping) You okay?

(inhales): I'm kind of used to finality, not this.

I'm okay when the life force is spent, but... (clicks tongue) Different kettle of fish when people are suffering.

Know what I mean?

(ventilator pumping, monitor beeping) In that case... (case thumps softly) Huh.

(chuckles) (inhales) Mighty fine selection.

(button clicks) (soul song playing) (phone buzzing) (exhales) Citra, yep.

5:37.

They're sure about that?

Okay, good.

What about the flowers?

Really.

Okay, laters.

(hatch slides) (exhales) LENA: Watch out, Piet!

♪ ♪ (phone ringing out) (voicemail beeps) (sighs) (sighs) I was on the phone to him a while ago.

He wanted to check the callout time of the murder.

Which was...?

5:37.

Oh, that's odd.

That's 25 minutes after the actual incident.

(exhales): Mila's brother, Levi, is in the army-- or was.

We're just checking and they're sending a photo.

CITRA: Sister's proving harder to pin down.

Something of a traveler, but we're working on it.

Yeah, however, Mila's medical case notes were revealing.

Engelhart and Delacorte went out on a limb trying a new technique.

A controversial surgery that burns sections of the cerebral cortex.

Clearly that didn't work.

(door opens) HENDRIK: Where's Piet?

Um, getting changed.

Well, he's gonna want to hear this.

You can tell us, you know, Hendrik.

It's not all about Piet.

All right, I suppose.

God, I'm kicking myself for not figuring it out sooner.

Guess what one of our magic mob had on his hands.

(breathlessly): Thank you.

Goat hooves.

Cleaning fluid!

To wash the eye stuff off his hands.

See?

Or not see, if you're Nik Delacorte.

Anyway, that same person, no obvious prints at Mila Manderfeld's apartment, but they did leave a wand behind, and the prints on that... (computer chimes) ...matched...

The photo of the brother's coming through.

One and the same person.

♪ ♪ (exhales slowly) (exhales) She don't need to be here.

Well, that's too bad.

She's here.

You're Mila's brother, right?

(chuckles) That's right-- big bro.

(phone buzzing) (phone ringing out) (voicemail beeps) Piet, ring me now.

(button clicks) JULIA: We need to find Valentijn Meijer.

Check his address.

Check everyone involved in the group.

♪ ♪ (phone button clicks) Lot of missed calls.

Shame.

It's all going to plan, is it?

Yeah.

Good.

Just like the ritual, innit?

You storm out, sneak upstairs, kill Nik, and only then call us.

That's clever.

(chuckles) Thorough.

Joining the order, getting close to everyone, getting especially close to Delacorte's wife.

Is that thorough, or is it psychotic?

(chuckles) Not sure that helps, Piet.

(straining): Don't worry, I done this before.

Yeah?

Well, so have I.

(shop bell rings) Oi-- Valentijn Meijer here?

Does it look like he's here?

He's your mate.

I haven't seen him all day.

(bell rings) I wanted Mila to know the lengths to which I'd gone.

So, every night, I would tell her the plan.

As a sort of penance.

PIET: For what?

I mean, it was Delacorte and Engelhart who messed up.

Oh, yeah.

Messed with her heart, romantically.

Corrupted her soul, magically.

And then tried a groundbreaking procedure.

Part science, part psychology, all screwup.

On my baby sister.

So why give yourself a hard time?

Because...

I went away.

Every time I went away, my sister got in trouble.

Through her teenage years, beyond.

She did it on purpose.

She's trying to keep you close.

And yet I still went away.

That was a nice touch with the flowers, by the way.

(chuckles) A variety of floribundas called My Sister.

I used to send them to her, wherever in the world I was.

She was my baby sister.

And she was a party girl, life and soul.

She loved life, but it left her open to jerks.

Like Delacorte.

The last of many.

She just needed to be loved.

And now look at her.

She would hate what she's become.

She would hate it.

I get it-- I do.

You want to pull the plug, right?

Only when there's justice.

I want to be able to tell her that it's over, so she can rest.

So, what's stopping you?

You.

You tipping up at her house.

Because of you, she's still trapped, locked in that nightmare of an existence.

LENA: I'm a, I'm a doctor.

You don't know how she's...

Shut up!

You doctors know nothing!

Okay, so now what?

Hey... How does this help?

I've got a plan.

You're gonna call off the dogs, so I can go home and do what I need to do.

I can do that.

I mean, it's tricky.

There's rules, there's... laws.

And there are bullets.

That'll kill your girlfriend unless you call 'em off.

Well, the thing is, um... She's not my girlfriend.

I mean, we're not actually that close.

It's a long story, I mean, now is probably not the best time, but, um, I mean, if you must know, uh... She broke my heart.

So you won't mind if I kill her, is that what you're saying?

Yeah.

Yeah, that would be the implication I'm getting at.

(gun fires, Lena gasps) Wow.

Don't, don't do that again.

(chuckles): So you do like her.

Not her!

My boat.

I like my boat.

You just put a hole in it.

You do that again, we'll all be down with the fish.

(footsteps ascending) (sighs) (breathing heavily) (softly): You all right?

(aloud): No, I'm not all right.

(sighing): Jesus... Good work, getting him to shoot.

Yeah, I was trying to bluff him.

(sighs): Didn't work.

Well, I was winging it!

(breathing heavily) Got a bit nervous.

I'm sorry.

(breathing slowly) There's a drawer in front of you.

Turn around, stick your leg out, see if you can reach it.

Go on.

(gasps) (breath trembling) (grunts) Pull it.

(grunts) (whispering): Quietly, quietly.

Pull it out more.

(hissing): Yes!

(grunting): I'm... ...trying... (grunts, pants) (whispering): Right, get in there.

(breathlessly): Okay.

There's a phone in there.

(murmuring) Shh... (whispering): There.

(breathlessly): Okay.

(exhales) That the best you got?

Yeah, it's an old one.

Well, actually, it's vintage.

(panting): Like you, right?

Well, maybe.

But you can still turn it on.

Battery will be dead.

Oh, don't worry about that.

The battery goes forever.

(sighs) (aloud): Can you just turn it on?

Please?

Will you please turn the phone on, Lena?

Really haven't got time for this.

(sighs) (phone tune plays) All right, scroll down to Lucienne.

Scroll?

You want me to scroll?

You want to stop moaning and get scrolling.

(voice catches) Lucienne.

I got Andy.

No.

Bobby.

Chri... No, don't call him.

Cliff-- get to Cliff.

Cliff.

You got it?

Yes.

All right, ring that.

(phone ringing out) He'll pick up, 100%.

Pick up, Cliff.

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.

(song playing in background): ♪ I wanna hold you in my arms ♪ ♪ Come on over to me, baby ♪ ♪ I wanna hold you in my arms ♪ (line signal buzzing) Yeah, that's great.

Okay, plan B, Lucienne.

(footsteps descending) (phone ringing loudly) Uh, me mum.

She worries about me.

(ringing stops) That was vintage.

Well, it won't matter when you're dead.

(breathing heavily) (phone ringing) Hey.

Piet rang from his old phone.

He never does that.

Did you ring back?

CLIFF: Yes.

No answer.

That's not right.

Something's wrong.

He's sending a sign.

Tell the others to meet me at Spartacus.

♪ ♪ (panting, engine idling) (sighs) ♪ ♪ LUCIENNE (on phone): Piet's gone.

So has Spartacus.

We'll get the helicopter out.

(rotor blades whirring) Hey, guys-- we're gonna take it from here.

You're relieved.

We've got official security and a medical expert.

Okay.

(monitor beeping) (ventilator pumping) You can go, too.

We'll be in touch.

I can't go, I'm paid to be here.

It's okay, your employers want you to go.

I won't leave Mila.

Believe me, they want you to go.

I don't care what my employers think.

I've grown fond of Mila.

We like a chat-- I, I'm not going anywhere.

Listen to me-- go.

Do what he says.

Right, close the door.

The boat's gone.

EDDIE: Well, his car's here.

We should check on Mila.

Logically, that's where Valentijn will go.

It's where he wants to be.

We should have got the number of the nurse.

(chortles): What can I say?

The jazz was playing, and we got riffing...

Okay, well, ring her now!

Well, what do you think I'm doing, Hassell?

(sighs) (quietly): Come on.

Take your time!

Ah, Rikki, hi, yeah, it's Hendrik?

Jazzmaster Flash.

Inspector Hassell-- is van der Valk there?

(monitor beeping) Hey, babe.

It's me.

It's time.

It's not time.

You don't know if she... (bellows): Shut up!

(voice wavers): Just shut up.

For once, we agree.

(breath trembling) It's time to go, babe.

Go blaze.

(chuckles) Cause some trouble.

(chuckles) (beeps) (key taps, monitor beeps) (keys tap, monitor beeping) (machines power down) (beeping stops) ♪ ♪ (softly): Love you.

(voice trembles): And I'll see you on the other side.

What if there is no other side?

Don't even try.

Just go.

Well, I mean, I would love to, but, um, you won't let me?

What did Mila believe in?

Life, you said-- living.

This isn't living.

Well, maybe it's all she's got.

I mean, maybe it's all any of us have got.

I don't believe that.

Valentijn.

You don't know what advances might come in medical science.

Things, things can change.

Progress happens.

You know?

There is always hope.

There's always a future.

No, there isn't.

(voice breaking): There's only heartbreak.

And pain.

And suffering.

Well, there's definitely plenty of that.

But she's right.

I mean, nothing is ever, ever over.

(siren blaring) (siren stops) Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You get behind here.

You see, usually I do this bit, but I've got a bit of a gammy elbow, and I can't quite get my aim right, but they've got it, they've got it.

(door crashes in) Valentijn, please.

No!

You stop!

(grunts) (Valentijn grunts) (exhales) Never mess with my boat.

(breathing heavily) (ventilator resumes, monitor beeps in single tone) (breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ Is she gone?

LENA: Mila will choose what happens now.

What will be will be.

(single tone continues) (ventilator pumping) (monitor starts beeping) (beeping) Magic.

♪ ♪ Surprise.

Need a hand, cowboy?

How rude.

I mean, I can do this in my sleep.

There we go.

Thanks.

How's the gammy elbow?

Well, it's not gonna interfere with the sax playing, or the drinking, and that's the main thing, hey?

Up yours!

OTHERS: Up yours.

Ladies.

LUCIENNE: Thank you.

Thank you.

(talking softly in background) You okay?

Piet told me what Angelique said.

Lucky guess?

Who knows?

I don't mind.

I've got all I need right here.

Hey.

Hey.

So, is this my second chance?

You want it to be?

I do.

(smacks lips) Well, I do, too.

What if the bullet had hit me?

I'd have done everything within my power to save you.

Like what?

I don't know.

Kiss of life?

You know how to do that?

HENDRIK: Right, get around Sniffer.

All right, ladies and gents, get in the middle there, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna capture the moment.

(Lena laughs) PIET: Great.

HENDRIK: All right?

Go on, then.

Let's get in closer, get in closer-- that's it.

Have you set the timer?

Yeah.

HENDRIK: That's it.

Sniffer, you're ruining the p... All right, say, "Cheese."

ALL: Cheese!

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