[upbeat theme music] [water lapping] [people chattering] [Julia] Read and repent.

Read and repent.

Read and repent.

Read and repent.

[crowd cheers] You know what else I discovered is bad for you?

Prayer.

[crowd laughing] It's all that hot air.

Adds to the greenhouse effect, and then punches holes in the ozone layer.

[crowd laughing] It's true.

Rise not his wrath.

Read and repent.

Read and repent.

So, the new green campaign is for shorter church services.

[crowd laughing] In the meanwhile, you can carry on with all those prayers that never got off the ground, like help us, Lord, to overcome poverty and injustice.

Eh.

Or help me, Lord, to conquer lust.

Greed, sloth.

[crowd laughing] And it can't harm anything, because it don't mean anything.

[crowd applauding] Read and repent.

Read and repent.

Go preach to someone else.

Beware false witness.

Let no man deceive you with false words.

Because of these things comes the wrath of God.

From the children of the disobedient.

Oh, is that so?

[Nicolas] Repent.

[crowd laughing and cheering] Any peace officers here?

Huh?

Yes, there are.

Hey, you know the peace officers, they're the ones who spend three hours questioning you when they don't like your face, and then they take three hours to turn up if you report that your neighbor's [crowd laughing] I'm gonna tell you something.

Toon, they're outside again.

[Friso] When I get arrested... Leave them to me.

It's not the peace officers doing it.

It's you.

You're all peace officers, because, hey, this is serious, because you all make the laws.

[crowd applauding] You're the ones trying to get me.

[crowd laughing] [Julia] They shall rise up with wings as evil.

Why don't you find somewhere else to preach?

There is no peace of the Lord for the wicked.

I've warned you before.

We have a covenant with death, Mr. Rosendaal, and with hell are we in agreement.

Hey [laughs].

[crowd laughing and applauding] [crowd laughing] [crowd applauding] Friso Jongkind, ladies and gentlemen!

Friso'll be back very shortly.

In the meantime, relax, have a drink.

[upbeat rock guitar music] [muffled music] [soft dramatic music] [door opening] [soft dramatic music] [soft jazz music] Are you going to the Mountbank?

I've got other plans.

Nice, is she?

[soft jazz music] So, do you want one?

[soft jazz music] Keep the change.

[soft jazz music] Well.

I said I'd join Friso.

He's getting outta hand.

You could do more to help.

I do enough.

Not this.

This is nothing.

Do you wanna try it sometime?

I'm talking about this, Bertus.

Remember?

Yeah, I remember.

So why do you encourage him?

Friso?

He doesn't need me.

There'll soon be nothing left.

He's been at it for years.

We're not kids anymore.

We don't have the same powers of recovery.

Some of us do.

Like Sion Beekvelt.

She was here tonight.

In the audience.

I thought they'd thrown away the key.

We are on a knife edge here as it is.

Sure, sure.

If we get raided.

Friso's careful, always.

It's not him I'm worried about, Bertus.

Yeah, I mighta known.

It's us.

You don't like him any more than I do.

Yeah, but that's the-- You don't have to sit up with him night after night till four or five in the morning.

What if I like it?

Or is it that you've got nothing better to do?

How are you, Toon?

So you do remember me then?

As if I didn't have enough trouble.

[engine starting and revving] [soft orchestral music] Well I must say that made a pleasant change from the usual.

Oh yes, the food was edible, the wine drinkable and the company bearable.

Just.

And the speeches were kept mercifully short.

The singer was very, uh... -Sexy?

-Very.

I didn't mind the dancers either, did you?

Well, yeah, that was good there.

Yes?

Yearn for his lost youth.

Oh.

[Clerk] Telephone call for Commissaris Maas.

So, did you enjoy yourselves?

[Arlette] Well, it got us away from the pots and pans.

Pots and pans?

Gave you the excuse to buy this?

Would you prefer that I'd attended wearing nothing more than those dancers you so admire?

Now you're reminding me of my lost youth.

Excuse me.

Where does it end?

Give it time.

Or in death.

[Arlette] For those two, that's often where it all begins.

Apologies, of course, something has just broken.

Yes, we know.

And we mind.

Shall I?

We're perfectly capable of making our way home, thank you.

On our own.

I'll get my driver.

You go ahead.

[soft dramatic music] [police radio chattering] All right.

Friso Jongkind.

I would not have recognized him.

Pathologist?

He's on his way.

Mind you, he'll only tell us something we already know.

Now then.

Did it happen here, or was he killed and dumped here?

He was working just around the corner.

What?

Oh yeah.

Any witnesses among the ghouls?

No, just some people who saw his act.

Well, we'll talk to them in the morning.

Meanwhile, let's get this place clear, shall we?

[siren blaring] You come with me.

All right, everyone, move back now.

Clear the street.

[siren blaring] Okay, you can all go home now.

There's nothing more to see tonight.

The show's over.

The Friso fan club, huh?

Yeah, kids.

You wouldn't think that...

Some people find men of a certain age irresistible.

[doors slamming] What about next of kin?

Well there's an ex-wife.

I thought so.

And a daughter.

Some of us don't have time to dress for dinner.

[laughs] Oh come on, Harry, it'd break your heart having to dip your hand into your pocket [laughs].

I'll tell Albert to talk to the wife.

No no, no no, I'll go and see her myself.

And you will go and see the daughter.

Let us never be accused of taking the murder of a celebrity lightly.

Mm.

[door opening] [door closing] If I said I brought you some flowers, would you believe me?

No.

Oh.

We've been married too long.

What was it?

Murder.

Friso Jongkind.

Oh.

I never much enjoyed his sense of humor.

[soft piano music] [Lies] Hello.

Mrs.

Lies Jongkind?

[Lies] Yes, it is.

Police, madame, Commissaris Van de Valk.

Will you let me in, please?

Oh, very well.

[door buzzing] Identification?

Come in.

[door closing] I'm afraid I have some rather bad news.

My daughter?

No.

Of course, Friso.

Yes.

I'm afraid your husband-- Ex-husband.

Is he dead?

I'm sorry to say.

An overdose?

Murdered, Mrs. Jongkind.

Oh, can I, can I get you a...

I'm so used to hearing bad news about him.

I thought I no longer cared.

Does my daughter know?

By now, yes.

In that case, Commissaris.

Of course.

If I come back later?

And may I say how very sorry I am.

Thank you, Commissaris.

[soft dramatic music] Thank you very much.

[door opening] [soft dramatic music] [phone dialing] [engine starting] [soft dramatic music] Toon?

I'm afraid you'll have to start looking for another meal ticket.

Ah.

No.

Narcotics got anything on this place?

I'll check.

I was just thinking, sir, he was a user.

Yeah.

It may be one of his suppliers.

Check it out, Albert.

Hey, look.

Yes.

He wasn't the most popular of performers, was he?

Right, you better log all these, Albert.

Have the file on my desk after lunch.

I wouldn't have thought there was enough room to strangle anybody in this place.

Unless of course they were already out cold.

Here.

[murmuring] Willem?

Excuse us a moment, sir, please.

Got anything about his habits, where he went at night after the show, that sort of thing?

Yeah.

After the show, he'd go out for a drink.

Bertus usually joined him.

Last night, Friso never made it.

Same bar?

Same bar, same crowd.

Sycophants, hangers-on, henchmen.

With his hate mail, he needed them.

All right, tell Janet I'll be in before the day's out.

And if the chief?

Say I'm onto it, whatever it is.

[group chattering] [doorbell ringing] [clock tolling] Yeah.

[razor buzzing] Look, can I call you back, please?

Yeah, okay, later.

Thanks.

Sweetheart, can we have some coffee?

Please?

Crisis time.

This is a tragedy, Commissaris, for all who knew him.

Yes, and how long did you know him, Mr. Rosendaal?

Since the beginning.

Since before the beginning.

We were at the university together in the '60s.

Uh-huh.

Right.

You know, you could say it was me who started him off.

And since then?

Every club I've had, Friso's appeared in.

He's a man who stuck by his friends, and his principles.

Thank you.

There's no milk.

No no no, this is fine, thanks.

The staff you get these days.

So what do you know about the Warriors of the Word?

Friso, he brought out the cranks.

They fed off each other.

He enjoyed living dangerously.

That's why the kids loved him so much.

And his addiction?

That was his problem.

Yours too, Mr. Rosendaal.

Nothing to do with me.

Well, your star attraction has a desperate need.

I wouldn't know where to look.

So after you left the club last night?

I went to a party.

Stayed until 1:30.

Came straight back here, where my little friend was waiting.

You can ask her.

We were awakened by Lies Jongkind and the terrible news.

Mrs. Jongkind telephoned you?

She knew how much Friso meant to me.

And you and she?

Old friends.

Very old friends.

Hey, Friso know.

He didn't care.

He didn't much care about anything, anymore.

Talking of old friends, I suppose you've heard about Sion Beekvelt.

Released from Frankfurt Jail last week, yes.

What about her?

She... Do you people her sort under surveillance?

She's supposed to have paid her debt to society, Mr. Rosendaal.

So, any other old friends from those days?

No no.

Most would now run a mile to avoid being associated with a renegade like Friso Jongkind.

But don't take my word for it.

You can ask one of your own.

My own?

Jacob De Vries, commissaris, Aliens Division.

Oh really?

You've obviously met.

Yes.

Yes, we've met.

[soft dramatic music] My dear De Vries, economists may think of themselves as scientists, but they're forecasting is no more accurate than that of an astrologer or a phrenologist or haruspex.

Those who wish to understand the vagaries of the international stock market may as well hang up a piece of seaweed or study their tea leaves as consult a so-called expert.

Now, you will have some breakfast?

Um, you have a croissant?

Is that all you're having?

I eat very little.

Well I'll have the full breakfast, plus coffee.

Very well, sir.

Are you still a vegetarian?

Uh-huh.

Well I suppose the things you see in your job [laughs].

I feel better for it.

You, uh, you read about the Jongkind murder, of course?

Of course.

Dear old Friso.

Jacob, as a pillar of the community... You or me?

[laughing] ''You of course.

You're the one people come to for advice.

In a somewhat limited field.

And pay you handsomely, I daresay.

Sadly, people do not pay as handsomely as they once did, for advice they anyway ignore.

I'm sure no one would ignore Johan Kieft.

[laughing] You know, one of my most successful clients once gave me a valuable lesson in humility.

I made the mistake of asking what he did with my reports.

And he said, and I quote, I throw away everything but the conclusion, which I read with great care.

And then I go and do precisely the opposite to what you recommend [laughs].

Precisely the opposite.

Why are you telling me this?

Well I was wondering, Commissaris, would you do me a favor?

Would you act as my guarantor?

You mean, you need to borrow money?

[soft dramatic music] [church bells ringing] Take it away.

Come on, lads.

There you go.

Off you go.

That's the idea.

Easy does it now, easy.

Forgive me, Commissaris, but I have a column to write.

Oh.

If you could break up those egg yolks for me.

Mm-hmm.

And it helps not having time to think.

If you want some coffee, you'll have to make it yourself.

Oh.

No, no, no coffee for me, thank you.

[woman] How far have you got?

Oh, keep going.

This is my version of apple cobbler.

Mm-hmm.

No, I meant with Friso.

Not very far.

You could say he had more enemies than friends.

Who in particular?

Those he left behind.

Those he attacked.

Those he let down.

Mm-hmm.

Where would you put yourself, Mrs. Jongkind?

I just grew weary, Commissaris.

Let's go downstairs.

A lot of people took Friso seriously.

Publicity seekers.

Those who couldn't or wouldn't grow up.

He was both.

We all took it seriously, then.

And now?

We move on, Commissaris.

Unless crippled by nostalgia.

Is that so?

This is Frederick.

He hasn't a nostalgic bone in his body.

Forgive me, I must look at the cake.

[Frederick] Police?

How did you know?

I guessed.

I know most of her friends.

Really?

We work together.

It was lust at first sight.

Isn't that so?

What?

Our relationship.

'Frederick.

He's bound to find out sooner or later.

She hated Friso.

She hates all his friends.

Not all of them.

Oh no.

You like old Toon.

Toon'll do anything for you.

Besides, he kept the dreaded Friso out of your hair.

Frederick.

I'm sorry, Commissaris.

Not at all.

I'll be in touch.

[door opening] A few small contusions.

Could he have been hit on the head?

It's unlikely.

Consistent with a fall after being strangled.

See the marks?

Any idea what he mighta been strangled with?

I found a few fibers in his beard.

Silk, scarf, something like that.

Could he have been killed somewhere else and dumped?

Well, if he was, there'd be scratches.

Can you see any?

No.

You're not as shortsighted as they say, Harry.

I'll look forward to your report.

[train clacking] Pardon me.

Anything?

Well, we've-- Bring it to my office.

There's nothing that won't wait, is there, Janet?

[siren blaring in distance] Rather you than me.

[door closing] Won't be a minute.

Gee.

Sit down.

I thought the computer was supposed to free us from the tyranny of paperwork.

Yeah?

Oh no, no.

Right, what have we got?

Narcotics say the place isn't listed.

Oh, you do surprise me.

So where did Friso get his stuff?

The usual sources.

What else?

Well there's his targets.

You know, the ones who wrote him the love letters.

Albert's done a list.

Mostly the fire and brimstone boys.

And we're working through his papers.

Maybe there's a pattern.

Yes, and maybe they're just the ones who rose to the bait, but I've gotta go and see the daughter before she's got at by the media.

Follow up the poison pen brigade.

Leave me the Warriors of the Word.

I think I know the type.

[horn honking] [chuckling] [students chattering] [soft piano music] [Woman] Very good.

[soft piano music] [students chattering] You're late, Koos.

Sorry.

I was, I was just-- I was here on time, despite what happened.

I expect the same of you.

Your father, Bea-- Would have wanted me to carry on, which is what I intend.

Sit down, please.

[soft piano music] We will recapitulate for you.

To tell the truth requires accurate observation.

It does not involve mere mimicry.

That we leave to the impressionists.

[students chuckling] But the truth is dangerous.

The truth may make people laugh with recognition, but then it must hurt, and among the victims-- I'm in the middle of a lesson.

Commissaris Van Der Valk.

Please excuse me.

If you could just give me a few moments, Miss Jongkind.

Richard, you take over.

[students chattering] This where your father learned his trade?

He believed in instinct, not instruction.

You sound disapproving.

He picked on easy targets.

He used to... Used to what?

Is there any point now he's dead?

I'm sorry, I have to find out all I can about him.

He killed his talent.

Or had it killed for him.

By whom?

Toon Rosendaal.

My mother.

All those people he kept around him to tell him how wonderful he was.

Mm-hmm.

The needle didn't help, of course.

Didn't kill him, either.

People are turned into heroes for all the wrong reasons.

Oh?

Well I wouldn't know about that.

I never had any.

Not even when you were a boy?

Well perhaps um, no, not even then.

You were mentioning Mr. Rosendaal.

You know what he wants me to do?

To appear at his club in a memorial tribute to my father.

Can you think of anything more grotesque?

And my mother is helping him to organize it.

He always could make her do anything.

I don't know about hero, but I was a great fan of your father's when he was starting.

He was good.

Then.

That's what I'd want people to remember.

I ought to get back to my class.

Of course.

Is there anything else?

Yes, a warning.

Just in case people bother you, start pestering you with phone calls and letters.

You think that's likely?

It happened with your father.

You never know.

Just call me.

My home number's on there too.

[soft dramatic music] [tenants shouting] [Sion] Yes?

Hello again.

I'm flattered, Commissaris.

I've been expecting a visit ever since I crossed the border.

But not from someone of quite your rank.

You've already called on Rosendaal.

Is he one of your informers now?

Did you threaten him?

After 20 years in a German prison cell, would I come home and threaten a respectable birder like Toon Rosendaal?

So what did you want?

A job.

Oh.

And he said no?

It's good to know the intellectual capacities of the Dutch police haven't diminished while I've been away.

Likewise their sense of humor.

Did you know Friso Jongkind?

Oh, is that it?

Is that what?

You've come to charge me with his murder.

Have I?

When in doubt, pull in someone that's done time.

It's so reassuring to the public to know that the police are acting promptly and vigorously.

Now why would you want to kill him?

Have things changed?

Does the accused have to supply both the defense and the prosecution these days?

I'm not accusing you of anything.

So why are you here?

I'm on a murder inquiry.

And because I'm on your files as a convicted terrorist you assume that I'm going to keep my hand in by trying to assassinate a third-rate satirist in my first week.

Oh, you didn't think a lot of his work, then?

[match striking] Of course, I didn't get much opportunity to see it develop but judging from his last performance...

He was very successful.

Exactly.

Sold out, you mean?

I got past all that.

Once, I used to divide the world into those who talked and those we acted.

And Friso was a talker?

Well I had no time for him.

To me, he was a parasite.

A bad joke.

Now of course, I realize that parasites have their place in the order of things.

And prison certainly teaches you how to value bad jokes.

[upbeat circus music] [chattering] Just talk to me.

[upbeat circus music] What do you want?

An offer.

We have to talk.

[Koos] She won't see you, understand?

She wants nothing to do with you.

[upbeat circus music] [cans clattering] [horn honking] [brake setting] [cans clattering] You shall be ill with Him.

The reward of His hands shall be given to him.

Woe unto those that call evil good and good evil.

That put darkness for light and light for darkness.

As the fire devours the stubble, so their root shall be rottenness and their blossom be consumed.

Because they have cast away the Lord of the Lord of Hosts and despise the word of the holy one of Israel.

[Group] Amen.

The police?

We were expecting you.

Come.

Eat and be thankful.

[group chattering] [birds singing] The Lord gave us so much to enjoy.

We must share it.

With the deserving.

You've come about Jongkind?

I have.

[Julie] Our prayers are answered.

You prayed for his death?

And all those connected with him.

The Lord will punish all if we do not.

A middle-aged satirist, you thought him that dangerous?

He corrupted young minds.

He led them into wickedness.

He attacked the righteous.

He mocked their beliefs.

Of course, we had no hand in his death.

It was the Lord's doing.

His will be done.

We went from that place to our mission.

[Julie] For our evening service and meal.

We have two dozen witnesses.

31.

31?

[soft dramatic music] [light music] He's coming!

[light music] [laughing] And get all this stuff from CRI up to Aliens Division, will you?

You want to say anything?

Do I have to?

It must be pretty obvious, even to them.

Who do I address it to?

What have I done to deserve you, eh?

I wish I knew.

[knocking on door] Come in.

Willem, at last we can get down to some real work.

Right.

Uh, let's see.

Fair's fair, huh?

Will that be all for today, sir?

Why, isn't it enough?

Then I'll get out while the going's good.

All right.

Well?

[chattering] [soft dramatic music] [engine starting] [soft dramatic music] Mr. Toon Rosendaal.

Yes, what about him?

He's done jail time.

What for, assault?

Embezzlement.

From his own company.

Oh.

[bike bell ringing] [soft dramatic music] So, what about the Red City?

He doesn't own it.

Who does?

That's what's so interesting.

Well?

Nicolas and Julie Meijers, the Warriors of the Word.

[soft dramatic music] Does Rosendaal know?

It's under a corporate name, but the Meijers are the main shareholders?

And their alibi?

It checks.

[soft dramatic music] Rosendaal could have done it.

But why would he?

Unless, he stands to gain financially.

I'll check that out.

But it'll have to wait until tomorrow.

Fine.

You coming for a drink?

They won't let me.

Have a good night.

[soft dramatic music] [doorbell ringing] [doorbell ringing] [horn honking] I know you've lost it.

I put it on.

Is this the good life, Johan?

It's had its ups and downs.

I thought about you, of course.

Of course?

Did you think about me?

[laughing] You may not have changed, Sion, but everything else has.

I've changed, believe me.

Really?

The way it used to be, you were the only one in step.

Only when I turned round, there was no one behind me.

And now you.

You are a molder of opinion, Dr. Kieft.

Leading theoretician, an ideas man.

As long as you don't call me an expert.

There was one thing you were quite expert at.

I hope your wife appreciates it.

We have other things.

Really?

Oh, I am glad.

Look, I came here at the end of a very hard day out of, well, out of...

Curiosity?

No, out of...

Guilt?

What have I got to feel guilty about?

How would I know?

So, where are you staying?

In a hotel.

Oh.

Can you afford it?

Nope.

[laughs] You haven't changed at all.

Well, now you're back, what are your plans?

I'm trying to find a job.

Well in my position, I don't imagine I can do very much to-- No, no.

[clears throat] I suppose you think that I've got money.

Have you?

No.

And I really can't afford to...

I would like to in my present circumstances.

What are you doing?

You're the professor.

You work it out.

[soft dramatic music] [phone ringing] [phone ringing] [phone ringing] Van Der Valk.

[engine revving] [brakes squealing] Thought you were someone else.

Police.

I wasn't doing anything.

All right.

Wait!

Go ahead, search me.

I thought as much.

A gentleman of the press.

Don't let me catch you hanging around her anymore, all right?

Look here, it's a free country.

I'm just doing my job.

The constitution has a whole section on the protection of privacy, I suggest you read it.

Good evening.

[engine revving] You did absolutely the right thing.

It said who he was.

Oh, just a gossip monger.

He said he needed to talk to me.

Yes, he'd have made it all up anyway.

I feel so stupid.

Don't.

The danger still exists.

I want you to feel you can call me any time.

Do you mean it?

Don't you know the police always mean what they say?

[laughing] You know, I have a daughter like you.

Lucky her.

Oh ho [laughs].

Thank you, Commissaris.

All right.

And you call me, promise?

I promise.

[soft dramatic music] [gasping] What time is it?

Don't panic, it's only me.

How's the essay coming?

It isn't.

Common sense and experience keep on getting in the way of theory.

[laughing] Now where have I heard that before.

Thank you.

The trouble is one brings up children in exactly the same way.

That would mean throwing these out of the window.

And your essay into the waste paper basket.

Well, you needn't clear away.

We'll eat off trays and do our homework together.

No.

We will be civilized.

We will eat at the table.

And we will drink wine.

So that you can be excused all thought of psychology essays?

And you can unburden yourself.

Ah, incidentally.

We did it all wrong, the children.

Ah yes?

Mm, made every mistake in the book.

I expect that's why I'm so fond of them.

Come on.

I'll open something decent.

Decent, why?

So we can toast the results of our poor parenthood.

[soft dramatic music] [engine revving] [soft dramatic music] [door buzzing] [door buzzing] [soft dramatic music] He who have sinned against the Lord.

Be sure your sin will find you out.

So now we can toast our offspring.

To dear Gerard, so serious and steady and far away in Strasbourg.

To Wim.

Who is also away.

Oh?

He phoned.

He had to go to Lyon to Interpol.

Something about a shipment for Zurich being routed through Schiphol.

Mm.

I wish he was in Strasbourg.

I know, but believe me, darling, he's no fool and he's not foolhardy.

And to Ruth.

Who is once again at war with Markus.

Does this mean we can expect another visit?

Oh.

My, they do lead exciting lives, don't they?

Theirs is a volatile marriage.

Uh-huh.

But then Ruth's always been-- Ruth is a handful, always has been, and I wouldn't have her any other way.

Yeah, neither would I.

But, as a wife.

Oh, look who's talking.

We've had our moments, you know.

[laughing] Oh yes.

True, my darling, very true.

[police radio chattering] [siren blaring] [pounding on door] [chattering] [police radio chattering] [pounding on door] Frederick, the body, I think it's Lies.

No!

Now, do I wash or wipe?

You do neither.

What?

Nor do I.

Well it's a bit-- I'd much rather we went to bed.

Oh, yes, that is the best idea.

You are so slow.

[phone ringing] Hello.

One moment.

Piet.

Van Der Valk.

[guide chattering] I'm Bea Jongkind.

Coffee, cigars, brandy, glasses full.

I found this.

Albert.

Sorry, Miss.

Here.

Bag these up, make those separate ones.

No.

It's one of the few things they used to laugh about.

Would you like to tell me about it, Miss Jongkind?

Perhaps you'd rather not.

[sniffling] I suppose you drown in tears.

We Amsterdamers have learned to live with water.

And die.

What's so special?

It's just a cheap souvenir for tourists, isn't it?

They named themselves after it.

Who are they?

My parents.

Toon Rosendaal, Bertus.

Some sort of student society.

The Little Rascals.

They made it sound like fun.

Do you know who else was a member?

Mm-hmm.

Mark.

May I?

[Frederick] Would you please let me through.

My father always said the police take better care of property than people.

You haven't arrested anyone.

I'm sorry, sir, but he just... That's all right, Albert.

It isn't all right.

It's all wrong.

That's right, turn away, like you did from her.

Well, if you could just give us a few minutes-- You just loved making her feel bad, didn't you?

Loading your guilt onto her.

You and that appalling father of yours.

Mr. Kuntz, I should like you to wait outside.

I'll give you a statement.

You just ask her why she'd rather murder the present than admit the past is dead.

[soft music] I apologize for that, Miss Jongkind.

There's nothing to apologize for, Commissaris.

Of course he's quite right.

[soft dramatic music] She was wonderful, quite wonderful.

You have no idea how young, unless she was with Toon.

He always made her old.

You can't imagine the effect he had on her.

One moment she'd be laughing and joking.

And then he'd come in, like a black cloud, and it would all change.

I couldn't bear it when he came.

I told her she was making a mistake.

I tried to get him to send her away, but... [horn honking] He wouldn't.

If you love someone, if you really love them, you care about everything they do and everything they say.

Of course we've had rows before, but it, it didn't matter.

That night, I tried to get drunk, but I'm no good at it.

So I just walked and walked.

I couldn't bear it another moment.

When I got back, the lights were on.

I couldn't make her hear.

I banged and banged until the neighbors complained.

I tried smashing the door down, but it was a good old one.

I couldn't even move the thing.

And then the neighbors saw the body in the canal.

And I knew.

Janet, bring some coffee, will you?

And no calls at the moment, all right.

I just knew.

Now, Mr. Kuntz, from the beginning.

Oh, you're here.

Puncture, you know.

[soft dramatic music] [banging in distance] Anywhere.

[soft dramatic music] I'll give you a hand.

Commissaris Van Der Valk.

Third floor, Room 309.

[soft dramatic music] [calculator clicking] [soft dramatic music] We must see him at once.

I'm sorry.

He'll be sorry.

It's of the utmost importance.

[typewriter clacking] Commissaris.

Excuse me.

He's not the one.

We know the killer.

Toon Rosendaal?

[soft dramatic music] [typewriter clacking] [soft dramatic music] [upbeat techno music] [knocking on door] [upbeat techno music] Hey!

You got a key to the office?

Uh.

No.

[upbeat techno music] [door cracking] [upbeat techno music] Where is he?

Toon?

He doesn't get here till the evening.

He's probably-- No no, I've been to his apartment.

Well, I've been here since...

I haven't seen anybody.

Is there a back entrance here?

Yeah, you just go right over the stage.

Come on, show me!

You turn right.

Yeah, come on.

Straight up there.

[dog barking] Now what?

Now I'd like to talk to you, Bertus, about the Little Rascals.

So, what can I tell you?

Who the Little Rascals were.

What they got up to.

You mean you don't know?

What did you do, Bertus?

Me?

One of the first, the original dropout.

Oh.

Do you remember the names of your fellow members?

Sure.

Friso, of course.

Lies, Toon.

Jacob de Vries, one of yours now.

Yeah?

Johan Kieft, still at the university.

Couldn't stand the real world.

Sashka Hangkin, she killed herself.

Sion Beekvelt, you must have heard of her.

Yes, of course.

Richard VanKamp, went to America.

Jolp Van Der Horst and Barbara.

Got married.

Killed each other.

So, you're the only ones who stayed together?

Toon, Friso and... Me.

Come along, you're late.

Come on.

And I wish you the best, Miss Jongkind.

It's gonna be very simple.

I know what you're going to say, Commissaris.

For your own sake.

It's not for my sake.

It's for them.

Nevertheless, until we get an arrest.

My father always said, I believe that while censorship is bad... [Group] Self-censorship is worse.

Hey, we could work something in about that.

A politician-- [Group] No.

It was just a thought.

Besides, you don't know what a relief it is to be working.

All right.

Will you at least ensure that you're never alone?

We'll ensure that, Commissaris.

They won't let me out of their sight.

Where are you gonna put on this tribute?

I don't know.

We'll find somewhere, what with her name and our talent.

You just take care now.

[soft dramatic music] [shutter clicking] My dear Commissaris, we believed in the freedom of everything in the '60s.

Such was our innocence we even believed in the free lunch [laughs].

We thought we could change everything.

We had the principles, we had the plans.

The only thing we didn't have was the organization.

But we despised all that.

Have you kept in touch with any of them?

Sadly, no.

I read about them, of course.

And one can hardly avoid hearing about dear, frightful old Friso.

And Lies.

Such a tragedy.

What a beautiful girl she was.

Of course, there were ideological reasons why we drifted apart.

At that time, we believed we were destined to change the world, a government of Little Rascals.

Well I no longer believe that governments can change anything, so that makes me a horrendous reactionary.

[laughing] And of course, I've stayed here, amongst all this.

And if that wasn't bad enough, I act as adviser to these wicked capitalist organizations [chuckles].

I've sold out completely, Commissaris.

So the last time you saw any one of them?

Oh, years ago.

I do see de Fries occasionally, but of course he's equally beyond the pale now [chuckles].

As for the others... [bell tolling] Ooh, mustn't be late for my lecture.

Would you like to come?

It's called the Free Market, Tom or Jerry?

You might enjoy it.

I'm sure I would, Dr. Kieft, but I'd better get back.

Thank you.

Not at all, Commissaris.

Always glad to be of service.

[soft dramatic music] De Fries.

Mm, mind if I join you?

You want something, Van Der Valk.

Why would you think that?

Oh don't let me...

I have had sufficient, thank you.

Oh.

What do you want, Van Der Valk?

The Little Rascals.

An infantile disorder.

Nothing more?

Most of us grew up.

And those that didn't?

Those that do not learn from history are condemned to repeat it.

First as tragedy, and then as farce.

Karl Marx, was it?

Tell you what, de Fries.

There are times when I wish I had played by the rules and scooped up the rewards of rank.

Yes?

Yeah.

Because then you wouldn't have been allowed to get anywhere near something so sensitive as the aliens division.

What is it your suggesting, Van Der Valk?

That I know exactly how and why you are where you are.

And that you did it more through politics than police work.

Whatever you say, Van Der Valk.

But do you have to say it with your mouth full?

[dishes clattering] [diners chattering] Everything all right?

I warned you about the sauce.

I told the chef it looked as if it had been eaten once already.

Just leave me alone.

Leave you?

I wouldn't touch you with an eel spear.

[passersby chattering] [soft dramatic music] You can have the bed, so.

I'll be fine, really.

[soft dramatic music] [groaning] [struggling] [dramatic music] [door opening and creaking] Well it's not much, is it?

It seems to add up.

You're not an accountant.

If he wasn't fiddling the books, why was he carting around his balance sheets?

It just doesn't make sense.

[soft light music] [soft dramatic music] I thought you knew.

I shall carry on.

Let them try and stop me.

Bertus, you know what Toon was up to.

Just try to keep going, that's all.

I won't let him down.

Oh, well.

If business was bad before, how will you manage now without Friso?

Bea.

Oh no.

She's in enough danger.

But she'll do it.

She wouldn't do it for Toon.

Maybe not for Toon.

Maybe not even for her father.

But for me.

You'll see.

The point is simply this.

I won't be intimidated.

You see that, don't you, Commissaris?

Even if I admired the gesture, Miss Jongkind.

You think I'm being noble?

Am I being noble, Koos?

You're not being noble, Miss Jongkind.

All right then, you're being... -Foolish?

-Yes.

Unnecessarily provocative?

Yes.

Stupidly reckless.

Absolutely.

And that's all right.

We're all agreed.

[people chattering] [ship's horn honking] Astonishing.

But not... Big enough, anywhere near.

There are so many... Who want to join the fight.

Let me show you.

This is the Red City as it is.

And this is how it could look.

Refectory, place of worship.

Administration.

It is of course only a preliminary sketch.

It's exactly what we need.

It's simply that the present tenant... Will be there for much longer.

I see.

Well, do you want to wait, or shall I get things going?

Let's get things going.

Definitely.

Why aren't you in your office?

I can't think there.

Oh [scoffs].

I'll give you a hand.

You don't know where anything goes.

Don't be ridiculous, darling.

Well, obviously.

Mm-hm.

There we are then.

If you let me do this, it would take half the time.

Why don't you eat your sandwich?

You can talk to me.

Then again, you don't have to.

I can always talk to myself.

Hm.

[papers rattling] [hammer pounding] [knocking on door] [knocking on door] Don't you worry.

[knocking on door] I want it to look like, like a... A sanctuary.

For tortured souls.

What the?

Do not add blasphemy to your list of sins.

Get away from here.

You have no right to threaten us.

You've got no rights!

Now get away!

Put that hammer down.

Do you want me to call the police?

Julie.

And stay away!

[laughing] Ha ha.

I thought I was really getting there.

So what happened?

My main suspect got murdered.

Ah.

Can you find room for this in there?

I don't believe this.

It's for the Hansens.

They never feed us as well.

They haven't got much money.

Ah, what it is to have rich friends.

Rich.

You want a drink?

Mineral water.

Otherwise, you'll tell me I drink too much.

[soft dramatic music] [laughing] [soft dramatic music] Elke Hansen is thinking of becoming an aromatherapist.

I think she'll be very good at it.

How she copes when Hank goes for months without selling a painting.

Rich friends.

Maybe he was only trying to borrow some money.

And who would he turn to?

[toilet flushing] [knocking on door] [knocking on door] What if it's them, the Warriors?

[engine idling] Commissaris.

Come in.

Ria was, helping.

Yes, we've met already.

Who would Toon have gone to if he wanted money?

Who?

Toon was always hustling for money.

He wanted to keep that place open.

The landlords want it back.

Don't they just?

No one would give him any credit, in view of his record, so who did he go to?

Did Lies give him anything?

Doubt it.

She needed every penny she could get to stay in that place.

Friso didn't give her much, that's for sure.

What about the other Rascals?

Who's left?

Apart from you, Kieft?

He was always tight with money.

Maybe he's changed.

Doubt it.

Drank.

Never ate.

Used to be as thin as a blade.

He's put on weight.

What about de Vries?

Unlikely.

He was even meaner.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Somebody rang the club asking about, rehearsals?

[soft dramatic music] [door opening] [dog barking] [soft dramatic music] [engine starting] [engine revving] [dramatic music] [brakes squealing] [soft dramatic music] [group exhaling] Where is she?

Bea?

She had a phone call from Bertus, we thought.

[door slamming] [Instructor] Breathing.

[dramatic music] [horn honking] [horn honking] [dramatic music] Miss Jongkind?

[soft dramatic music] [banging in distance] [upbeat techno music] [banging in distance] [people chattering] [banging] [groaning] [woman laughing in distance] [door opening and creaking] Miss Jongkind?

[soft dramatic music] [groaning] [dramatic music] Commissaris?

[struggling] [dramatic music] [groaning] [groaning] [dramatic music] [gasping] [soft dramatic music] [Bertus] Dr. Kieft.

Mm.

Ah.

[birds singing] [horse nickering] [coughing] It was the middle of the 1960s.

Thousands of young Americans were being sent to die in Vietnam.

Some of them were transferred from their bases in Germany.

Sweden offered asylum to resistors.

Amsterdam was part of the recognized escape route.

So the Rascals helped the resistors.

We were doing our bit to destroy the system.

Friso was blackmailing you.

Very good, Commissaris.

Let's have it then.

Well, there was an unfortunate accident.

Yes?

One of the Americans, he died.

Yes?

I, uh-- You?

It was bad acid.

So you and Friso?

We buried him.

So that was your little secret.

So I believed.

Until his need for more and more money to feed his addiction.

There's a widespread misconception that professors are highly paid.

Of course, he also knew that I was hoping to become dean of my faculty.

But why kill Lies?

Ah, dear Lies.

She called me after Friso.

So I assumed she was in the know.

It's terrible what the desire for money can do to you.

Especially for those of us who used to despise it.

And Toon?

He was trying to get in touch with you?

Asking for [coughs].

Asking for money?

You're very clever, Commissaris.

And Sion Beetvelt?

She didn't even ask.

Isn't it odd how your first love overshadows all the others?

But why Bea?

Oh, I suppose Friso had threatened to expose you in his act.

And you thought she'd do the same.

Have you ever considered offering your talents to industry, Commissaris?

I do have some excellent contacts.

[chuckles] Some excellent contacts.

[group chattering] [door creaking] [soft music] [upbeat music] [inaudible chatter] Evening, evening, evening.

We have every right.

-To know what's going on.

-In our own property.

Your money will be refunded.

See your house in order or you will die.

Oh well, that's show business.

[soft music] Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I introduce Bea Jongkind!

[crowd cheering] [crowd laughing] [crowd laughing] [upbeat theme music]