Season 3 | Episode 1: Freedom in Amsterdam (Part One)

♪ ♪ A new day, a new dawn.

It's good to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.

EDDIE: "Welcome to the dark world of crime."

(screaming) (gun fires, glass shatters) JULIA: We could get into very deep water on this.

PIET: I know.

We'll cope.

(fires) It's what we do.

(grunting, struggling) PIET: Just so you know, we'll still be here if you need us.

We're not going anywhere.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds cawing) ♪ ♪ Whoo-ee.

(chuckles) All right, boy.

Let's get this over and done with.

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

♪ ♪ (footsteps pounding) (grunts) (talking excitedly) MAN 1: Let's go!

MAN 2: Come on!

(crowd talking excitedly) (chess clock ticking) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (metal clangs, Casper grunts) (panting) (cheering) Are you okay?

No.

Where the hell is Casper?

The party's for him and he's disappeared.

He was with Milton.

Where'd they go?

Absolutely no idea.

Have you tried Milton?

Yeah, loads-- he's not answering.

(lands, exhales) Yo!

Come on!

Freerunning finals to get to!

(exhales): Casper!

What's up, guys?

Where'd you go?

Ah, babe, don't worry.

I just, uh, had a couple of things to wrap up.

Is Milton with you?

Yeah, he was, we, um... (panting) Separated.

But he'll be here, don't worry.

(sirens blare in distance) Ready to go?

Yeah.

Cool, let's bounce.

(chuckles) Okay, people!

Let's see 'em off.

(van door closes) (cheering in distance) Whoo-ee!

Okay, Cas, say hello to Paris for me, and don't even think about coming back without that trophy, yeah?

(cheering) CASPER (laughing): Yeah!

(sighs) (phone ringing out) (panting) (phone ringing out) (stops) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) MARIAN: So come on.

What's going on, Cas?

I've made it all go away-- everything's okay.

I couldn't leave without clearing it all up.

Milton helped, you know.

And it's done.

What?

We're free.

(laughs) (chuckles) (both laughing) (breathing deeply) (both laughing, phone ringing) Aw!

Hello.

Missing us already?

Have you heard from Milton?

I still can't get through.

(objects hitting van) What the hell?

What?

Watch out!

(gun fires) (grunts) Casper, no!

Cas?

Casper!

No, no!

(tires squealing) (screaming) Marian?

(van crashes) (grunts) (panting) (engine hissing) (echoing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (chess pieces moving) Watch and weep, Eddie.

(moves piece) (hits clock) (exhales) Mate in four.

What are you on about?

Four?

LUCIENNE: Morning, skivers.

Wiping the floor with him, Eddie?

That's gotta be a first.

Ah, business calls.

Wanna shake my hand, we'll call it a draw?

What?

Quit while you're ahead, if I were you.

Nice one.

LUCIENNE: What's this, then?

I thought you were mentoring Eddie, not hanging out.

Oh, you can tell a lot about someone from how they play chess.

He's either very good or he's very lucky.

They're both good qualities.

You two really are bonding, aren't you?

You know me.

A new day, a new dawn.

Right, what we got?

LUCIENNE: Gunshot heard out at Kraaiennest.

Vehicle crash, two youths.

Casper Yuliani, dead at the scene.

Marian Segers, injuries not life-threatening.

Armed response have secured the scene.

Well, make sure there's an officer at the hospital, in case the survivor's still a target.

(window closing) (window opening) (window closing) (window opening) Yep, the windows go up and down.

(window closes) Nice wheels.

Standard four-liter six-cylinder, I take it?

Jaded interior, slightly shabby exterior... We are still talking about the jeep here, right?

EDDIE: You can tell a lot about someone from the vehicle they drive.

What do you think I've got?

Oh, no idea.

Go on, take a guess.

That's what you do, isn't it?

Predict stuff.

Not really.

But, uh...

I don't know.

A knackered bike?

Probably something you picked up at lost property.

Yeah, actually.

Oh.

There you go.

What is it about me that said "knackered bike"?

I don't know.

Just a lucky guess, I think.

♪ ♪ (car doors open and close) (siren blaring) Let's check for cameras.

EDDIE: Will do.

CITRA: No need.

None covering the actual crash site.

The nearest cameras are down the road, about 85, maybe 90 meters away, max.

There might be some in the station, I guess.

Witnesses?

No one's come forward yet.

Sorry, Sergeant Citra Li.

First responder.

I was on my way in when I heard the callout.

The old man could probably tell you more.

Oi, less of "the old man."

Anyway...

It's good to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.

All right-- all good, I take it.

HENDRIK: I told her Lucienne was a saint and you were probably the most anti-social human being I ever met.

(cackles) Yeah, I love you, too.

Coming from a man who spends his time with dead people, well, that's, that's some compliment.

You know, we've crossed paths in the lab.

She's bright as a button, twice as smart.

LUCIENNE: Used to work in tech, didn't she?

Yeah, just passed her sergeant's exam and made it official.

You could do a lot worse than take her under your wing.

Yeah, well, I'm a detective, not a hen.

Let's focus on the body.

Yes, the corpus delicti.

So, not wishing to label anyone here, but which one are you?

Jack the Lad or Statman?

She says, labeling.

And neither, actually.

I'm the new team member, Eddie Suleman.

It means "man of peace."

Oh, it's quite fitting for a police officer, I guess.

Gunshot entry wound, anterior of head-- that's "front" to you.

There's no muzzle mark, powder tattooing, or smoke soiling.

Not close range, then?

What, fired from over there?

CITRA: Could be, it depends on the gun.

Or ground level, maybe?

Well, the bullet casings scattered, so clearly several shots, one of which came through the windscreen and ferried him across the River Styx.

Death pretty much immediate.

Wouldn't have known what hit him, literally.

Now follow me, pilgrims.

Something to show you.

Look at that.

Fresh blood.

It's not dry yet, so it's most likely from the same time as the crash.

We might get a hit if we run it by the DNA database.

Could be our gunman.

Could indeed.

Either way, the gunman didn't hang around.

Why would he?

Victim shot in the head, job done.

EDDIE: He's clearly a decent shot.

This was definitely not random.

I could make that shot.

(chuckles): Yeah, right.

We'll just pull up seats, shall we?

SANNE (whimpering): Please, move, please.

Where are they?

Please move!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, stop there.

(hyperventilating) I, I'm their friend.

Um, where's Casper?

Where's Marian?

Marian's been taken to hospital.

And Casper?

Okay, how did you know to come here?

Um, we were video messaging, and then something, someone...

I, I don't know.

I've got to be with them, please.

Okay, okay, listen, okay.

(hyperventilating) Look, come on, we'll give you a lift.

Get in that car over there.

(murmurs) We'll head over to the victim's family, break the news, okay.

Um, I'll send my notes over, yeah?

Yeah.

Uh, should I just head back to the station, right?

Okay, great.

I'm with the traffic department, by the way, just in case you were wondering.

Well, the city definitely needs sorting on that front, and I have every faith you'll crack it.

Thanks.

♪ ♪ (panting) (engine revs, sirens wailing in distance) SANNE: All I know is that Casper left the party and I had no idea where he went, nor did Marian.

Had you known them long?

Um, no, not really.

Knew of them on the freerunning scene at first, and then we got chatting and we really hit it off.

(phone ringing) Do you need to take that?

Uh, I don't know who it is.

(ringing and vibrating continue) Hello?

MILTON (on phone): Sanne!

Oh, my God, thank God-- where have you been?

Sanne, listen, we need to get out of here, okay?

Listen, where are you now?

I'm at the hospital with the police.

(panting) Don't say anything, okay?

Don't say a word.

Okay, okay, okay.

(call ends) Everything all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, we just got cut off.

From?

A friend, she just heard what happened, she was worried.

Must have changed her number or something.

Right.

(phones ringing) Here to see Marian Segers.

NURSE: Just a moment.

Ah, her doctor's right there.

Piet.

Yep.

Marian has broken ribs and a lot of bruising.

But all things considered, she's lucky to be alive.

Can I talk to her?

Not right now-- she's still in shock.

Is there an officer on her door?

Just arrived.

Marian is in the best place right now, okay?

So I need you to stay calm, for her sake.

Did she say anything when she was brought in or when you examined her?

Mainly where it hurt, and why would somebody shoot her boyfriend.

Did she see the gunman?

Are you interviewing me?

Are you ignoring me?

I'm doing my job.

Trying to do mine, so, how soon can I speak to her?

I will let you know when she's well enough to be interviewed.

Okay.

Sooner the better would be great.

Still impatient.

Still evasive.

As soon as is right for my patient, I will let you know.

Thanks.

♪ ♪ Thoughts so far?

Could be just wrong place, wrong time.

More likely someone targeted the victim.

Oh, we don't know that for sure, though, do we?

No, but if someone was targeting him, maybe they knew he was headed for the station, went to intercept.

Which would imply what?

That they knew his movements.

Someone connected to freerunning?

Possibly, hm.

Lot of money in it now, officially a sport.

Competition he just won?

Ten K. Social media's popping off.

Uh-huh.

First time?

(ringing) ♪ ♪ Thank you.

(clears throat) We'll need you to identify your son's body.

Is there anyone else we can call?

Casper's mum?

A friend?

♪ ♪ We have to ask, was Casper in any kind of trouble?

No.

It's all about freerunning with Casper.

He'd just got through to... To the European finals.

Was turning pro.

I got him a sponsorship deal and everything, and then...

Sounds like you were very involved in your son's career.

Yeah.

I'm also some kind of...

Promoter for him.

Did he have any rivals?

Milton, I guess.

Milton Paul.

But they were really more mates.

EDDIE: Is this him?

Yeah.

Did Milton take part in the same competition Casper was in?

Yeah-- he came second.

Got into the European finals, as well?

No.

Casper had a friend with him.

Marian Segers?

(exhales) Not a fan?

I don't know, it was all quite new and complicated.

Complicated in, in what way?

Well, Marian used to be with Lenny.

Um...

Here.

This guy.

Until Casper came along.

I'm sorry, but can I go and see Casper now, please?

Yeah, of course.

MAN: Okay, you said you could do it.

WOMAN: Come on.

MAN: Do it, man!

Come on, Finn, do it!

GROUP (chanting): Finn!

Finn!

Finn!

(chanting and exclaiming) (group groans) Man, this is never gonna happen.

Don't lose faith-- you'll get it.

By tonight?

Well, you'll have to.

Come here.

Take another look.

Gert, what is it?

Marian's been injured, and... Casper's been killed.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ EDDIE: Do you really think losing a freerunning competition could be a motive?

Don't see why not.

First is first and second is nowhere.

Got a couple of witness statements.

Check them out.

Right, what you got?

LUCIENNE: Old friend of ours.

Finn Jonker, troubled soul.

Well, "thug," I think, is the word you're looking for.

And last year, done for possession of a firearm.

What's the link to Casper Yuliani?

Casper used to run with this lot.

Main guy is Lenny Holst.

The godfather of freerunning.

Took Casper under his wing, mentored him in the early days, and get this: used to go out with Marian Segers.

Did he?

Let's check them out.

(magazine drops) Excellent.

Autopsy report.

Patience, Piet.

Even I have to wait until the body's been identified before I can cut it up.

But I did take the liberty of liberating the bullet from the crash scene.

Standard fare, fired from a handgun.

Pretty accurate.

Bit of a sharpshooter, in my humble opinion.

But the good news is, the blood on the ground at the crash scene got a hit on the database.

Belongs to a Milton Paul.

Casper's friend and rival freerunner.

What's he doing at the crash scene?

HENDRIK: That's for you to figure out.

Pleasure's all mine.

Here you go, something else for you.

I know Sniffer's bright, but chess?

(whines) Usually it's as much as she can do to eat, sleep, and occasionally urinate in the corridor.

Well, we've all been there.

Is that from Job?

Yeah.

He sends his love.

He's still traveling with his sister.

Currently in Vietnam.

Talk of extending indefinitely.

Brad?

Having a blast at Interpol.

Taken to it like a duck to water, apparently.

You miss them?

Only most of the time.

Incident report from the first responder, Citra Li.

Detailed, accurate, and best yet, prompt.

(exhales) You'd do well to take note.

I'll have a look later.

We don't need anyone else.

We're good.

No cheating.

I'll know.

(whines) What's with the chess?

Eddie claims he was thinking four moves ahead.

I'm trying to figure if he was lying or not.

Does it matter?

Oh, yeah, it matters.

♪ ♪ (exclaiming) (group exclaiming, encouraging) Lenny Holst.

Orphaned as a teenager.

Brings up his younger brother single-handedly and essentially invents freerunning.

All-round good guy, apparently.

So what's he doing hanging around with Finn, then?

(group encouraging) (exhales) (group cheering and applauding) Hey.

Is this about Casper?

Do you know what happened to him yet?

We're trying to find out.

What about Marian?

She's in hospital.

So we gather you knew Casper.

Yeah.

Nice kids.

Used to be one of the family, didn't he?

One of the best.

Both of them were.

You seen him recently?

No.

Why's that, then?

You had a falling-out?

Lovers' tiff?

What?

LENNY: Difference of opinion on freerunning, mainly.

His head got turned by all the glitz.

Freerunning's not an entertainment.

What is it, then, if it's not an entertainment?

It's an individual using his or her urban environment, whatever it is, wherever it is, to express themselves with freedom.

Whereas Casper and co. treat it like a business.

That lot, they took an art form, and they ripped the soul out of it.

Very righteous.

Whilst in the meantime, you're hanging out with thugs like Finn.

What are you doing, training him to break into things?

Not that you need much training, right, Finn?

You're cynical.

Yeah, thanks, we, uh, we do our best.

I'm a changed man.

Lenny gave me a chance, he sorted me out.

If you must know, companies hire us to break into their premises.

So we can point out the weak points in their security.

New one on me.

Do you know what, we've actually got an appointment, so, unless there's anything else...

Yes, a couple of things, actually.

Where were you first thing this morning?

At home with me.

LUCIENNE: And Finn.

Was he there, too?

He was, actually.

Crashed out after working late.

PIET: Which you know because?

Because I was up all night gaming.

Mark Of Cain 3?

Anything else?

Yeah.

How did you feel about Casper Yuliani being in a relationship with your ex?

You didn't mention that.

Because it's not important.

Easy come, easy go, don't you think?

Not always.

(people murmuring in background) What happened to your leg?

Misjudged a roof jump five floors up.

It's why I no longer freerun.

Ego clouded my judgment.

Not anymore.

Hm.

Buy that stuff about Finn?

No.

No more than I buy the stuff about Marian Segers.

(saxophone screeching) (squeaking, honking) In the name of anything that means anything, stop!

I'm all for dissonance, but even free-form has syntax.

It's harder than it looks, isn't it?

I just wanted to try it.

Yeah, well, now you have.

Look, what are you doing in here, anyway?

Well, I'm curious about the case.

Any news?

What am I, a news service?

No-- now, let's just put her down and walk away, okay?

"Her"?

Are saxophones female?

Yes, my saxophone identifies as female.

Not that she is mine.

She belongs to no man.

Quite right, too.

Citra, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

Have you got a minute?

Yes, ma'am.

What's up with you?

You look worried.

(phone dings) Yeah, well, there's no sign of life at Milton Paul's address.

Neighbors say no one's been there all day.

But we've sent uniform to keep an eye.

All right, Lenny Holst claims his posse work in security.

Let's check that out.

You didn't mention seeing Lena at the hospital.

Didn't I?

Why?

She's just texted to say it's okay to see Marian now.

Obviously avoiding you.

Better go, then.

Avoidance only creates stress.

Wow, look at you adulting-- who knew?

There you go.

EDDIE: Yeah, okay.

That was tech.

They've sent footage from the Metro.

If I can figure out how to open the file.

CITRA: Here, I'll show you.

Do you mind?

(keyboard keys clacking) Why do I not like the look of this?

Well, I've spoken to her department, and they agree it would be good experience for her to join us on the Yuliani case.

Yeah, but I did say that we... Too late.

Decision made.

(whispers): Great.

(keys clacking) CITRA: Brilliant, here we go.

I'll leave you to it.

LUCIENNE: It's Milton Paul, all right.

♪ ♪ (traffic humming in distance) (breathing heavily) (breathing heavily) (gun firing) But no gun.

He's not the killer.

(target retriever stops) (firing) I'm still waiting.

Then I can come.

Where are you?

Okay.

Yep, cool.

(call ends) (sighs) Yep, let's get footage from that station.

I want tunnels, escalators, platforms, the lot.

Lucienne.

We're here to see Marian Segers.

Don't mind me, I'm just her plus-one.

Marian's very fragile.

Go easy on her.

We're dealing with a murder investigation.

We'll ask what we need to ask.

SANNE: What happened?

I don't understand.

Do you know what's going on?

Have you heard from Milton?

Um, yeah-- he's pretty scared.

(voice trembling): It's all my fault.

Why?

(footsteps approaching) I better go.

(softly): Bye.

(phone chirps) Hospitals always weird me out.

It's the hope in people's eyes that gets me.

You got family?

Obviously.

Yeah, hundreds of them.

You?

No, none.

EDDIE: We're on.

Milton Paul was at the scene of the crash when it happened.

Why?

I don't know.

That doesn't make sense.

We don't think he was the gunman, though, so, who was?

LUCIENNE: Marian, it's important.

We need you to think.

Where did the shots come from?

Did you see anyone?

Could this be anything to do with your ex?

Lenny Holst?

I mean, how did it end between you two?

Could he have taken revenge on Casper?

(shakily): I... Marian, we know this isn't easy, but we really need your help.

I don't know.

I'm sorry, I think that's enough.

Yeah, we're just getting somewhere.

She's my patient.

I said that's enough.

(sobbing) (shuddering) If Milton Paul didn't shoot Casper Yuliani, what was he doing there?

An accomplice, maybe?

Or he was trying to warn them, but about what?

See you and Lena were getting on well.

Want to explain?

Not really.

♪ ♪ (dogs barking in distance) EDDIE (on phone): What do you want us to do?

Uh, nothing.

Just watch her till we get there.

All right, let's go.

Milt?

Milton?

♪ ♪ Milt, are you here?

MILTON: Sanne.

Oh, my God.

What the hell is going on?

MILTON: How's Marian?

SANNE: Devastated, scared like me-- what's going on, man?

We, we just need to get out of here, okay?

They took out Casper because of something that we did, and, and they're gonna come after me next.

So, tell the police.

We can't.

Why?

Because of Marian.

Okay, so we've got our man.

What do we do now?

What we're told: wait.

EDDIE: He's our main lead.

Our only lead.

We do what we're told.

We need to go.

Police!

Run.

EDDIE: Wait!

CITRA: What are you doing?

They're freerunners!

EDDIE: Yeah, I forgot about that.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (inhales sharply) Great-- now what?

(car approaching) Going somewhere?

(car door shuts) I said just to follow them.

Sorry, I know, and...

He's covering for me.

Um, it's, it's my fault.

I went off like Forrest Gump.

I just, I'm new to all this stuff, I guess.

Oh, right.

They teach you to lie in traffic, do they?

(footsteps retreating) (birds calling) Yeah, I wanted to say goodbye and wish Cas good luck on the European finals.

Do we look stupid?

Actually, don't answer that.

We've seen footage of you at the station, clearly agitated.

Yeah, um... (clears throat) I wanted to give Casper this.

My dad gave it to me-- it means a lot.

You're lying.

I really don't like people who lie.

And why run?

I mean, your friends are in a car crash, they're dead or dying, and you leg it-- why?

I was scared.

Of what?

Vampires?

LUCIENNE: But you heard the gunshot, right?

Several shots fired.

Are you saying you didn't hear anything?

No, I'm saying I don't know what the hell was going down.

Okay?

I don't know if the van had hit something or the tires had burst.

Like, I don't, I don't know.

Did you see anyone?

No.

(conversation muffled) No, I have no idea.

Just tell us what you know.

I don't know anything.

PIET: She doesn't know a thing.

LUCIENNE: Unlike Milton.

He's scared.

As was Marian Segers.

What do you wanna do?

Let's keep him in.

Let him sweat a bit.

See if we can find something to apply pressure.

What about our two?

PIET: Since when were they our two?

They work well together.

Says who?

Me.

Hendrik likes her.

Hendrik?

Well, Hendrik likes Cliff and Homeless Frank.

It doesn't mean we have them in the team.

Near as, damn it.

No.

We don't know anything about her.

So?

Still waters run deep.

That's your kind of vibe.

Is it?

Hey.

What did Marian Segers say to you at the hospital?

Nothing.

Okay.

If you want us to find out who did this, you tell us what you know.

Oh, she said it was her fault.

What was?

I don't know.

Casper's dead and Marian is in the hospital.

You tell me.

Aren't you guys the ones who are supposed to know these things, not me?

♪ ♪ (water pouring) You're pretty on it for someone from traffic.

(chuckles): Yeah, gotta be.

It's quite a step up, even if it's just a day or two.

Look, don't overthink it.

Van der Valk and Lucienne, they're pretty chill.

Well, Lucienne is.

Yeah, but I'm not.

Why is that?

That, Mr. Suleman, is none of your business.

LUCIENNE: Piet.

So, what's the deal with Citra?

She lost both her parents within a fortnight of each other.

Friends of mine.

Mother to cancer, father to a broken heart.

Double loss.

(sighs) More like triple, really.

What do you mean?

Both parents, and a father who chose not to hang about.

That's gotta hurt.

(Marian and Casper laughing in video) MARIAN: Aw.

(both laughing, mumbling indistinctly) (Citra sniffs) (mouse clicking) (sighs) (mouse clicks) You okay?

(sniffling): Sure.

Um, it's just, they were really sweet together.

(sniffs) PIET: Where are we at on the gun?

EDDIE: It's identified as a Colt 1911 handgun.

My tech mates have contacted the manufacturers to trace where they were distributed.

All right-- anything else?

We're working on it.

But tech have come back on Milton Paul's phone.

Yeah.

A basic prepaid phone, activated today.

Calls made to Sanne Van Arle this morning, but other than that, no call history.

Which is strange, because he's tagged in on some of Casper Yuliani's social media.

Which means he must have a smartphone.

So where is it?

Tech should be able to track down if he has a mobile phone cloud platform.

All right, push them on it-- let's keep digging.

Listen, you two, you're probably best off at the Scheltema.

It'll help you think.

CITRA: The where?

Oh, it's where they go.

Oh.

Oh, and, um... Form sheets for Lenny Holst's posse.

Pretty much every one of them has form for drugs.

(mumbling): Christ.

Lenny must be running some kind of rehabilitation scheme.

Freehab.

Or not, as the case may be.

Right, let's get down there.

Good work, good work.

(siren wailing in distance, phone keys clicking) (text message sent) (computer chimes) (mouse clicks) Eddie?

Look, Marian's phone.

♪ ♪ (elevator chimes) Wait!

(breathlessly): Wait.

Marian Segers' phone, and this message.

All right, get in.

(engine starts) (tires screeching) LENA: Hey.

How are you doing?

Mm.

Your family have been in touch to see how you are.

My, my what?

My family are not around.

I...

I need to get out of here.

(tires screeching) Are you gun-trained?

Course-- not that I'm wearing one.

I didn't realize today would be quite so lively.

All right, check around the building.

This time, feel free to chase.

♪ ♪ Please, you don't understand.

I feel fine.

As soon as you're well enough, not before.

PIET: Hey!

Sorry.

We're concerned about Marian.

It's probably nothing, but... (gun fires, glass shatters) (Marian screams) PIET: Hey, come here, get down.

Whoa.

(glass falling) You all right?

Yeah.

(gun firing) (Marian gasps and yelps) PIET: Come here.

Alert security.

Isolate the ward.

All right?

(alarm wailing) Stay down, don't let anyone in.

(sighs) (alarm wailing) NURSE: Sir, are you okay?

Yeah, hurry up-- hurry up!

(hisses in breath) ♪ ♪ WOMAN: Can someone help me, please?

(alarm continues) I'll be fine.

Really.

(woman screaming in hallway) Go, do what you need to do.

(screaming continues) (softly): Okay.

(footsteps retreating) (monitor beeping) (alarm continues) ♪ ♪ We're sitting ducks, right?

When your time comes, your time comes.

Great-- pleasure knowing you.

♪ ♪ (inhales sharply) (door shuts) PIET: Whoa!

Were you about to shoot?

Without seeing who it was?

Nah.

Right.

You know you can tell a lot about someone if they blow your head off with a gun.

It's a bit of a habit of yours, innit?

(exhales) (sighing): Today's going well.

Get your wrist seen to.

Oh, it's nothing.

No arguments.

LENA: Piet?

Yeah.

There's a problem.

(monitor beeping) Where is she?

Where's she gone?

Huh?

Don't know.

♪ ♪ (door shuts) (breathing heavily) (gasps) (click) ♪ ♪ PIET: Where is she?

CITRA: She went down the back stairs.

LUCIENNE: Well, we need to find her fast.

(muffled): Help!

PIET: If I'm right, and you're involved...

They'll kill me.

You're cross with me about Piet?

You misled him, and you hurt him.

I think I have something.

PIET: All teams, go.

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