["Eye Level" playing] [intriguing music] [engine vrooming] [horn beeping] [intriguing music] There they are.

[shoes clopping] [suspenseful music] [music intensifying] [lighter clicking] [suspenseful music] [gun firing] [downbeat music] -[door latch clicking] -No, wait!

[voices chattering] [man] Help!

Help!

[voices muttering] We wait and we watch.

That's what we're here for.

Piet!

So, you made it.

Good, good, come in, come in.

[voices chattering] Come in come in come in.

Well, just in and out, Stef, I can't stay.

Long enough for the toast.

Okay.

[people cheering] It's not every man that can father a son at the age of 50.

It's not every man who'd want to.

How many does this make, four?

Sons, each with his own mother.

[laughing] Whatever, small you know.

Here, and every mother is young enough to be your daughter.

I know.

Stefan!

What is it?

Oh, damn, that's indecent.

All right, I'll run with it, whatever it is.

[glass plunking] -Catch up with me tomorrow?

-Mm.

Stefan, Just tell me, how do you do it?

I lie about my age.

[men laughing] Van der Valk.

[sirens blaring] [dramatic music] [lighter flicking] [doors slamming] [camera shutters clicking] [ominous music] [camera shutters clicking] Keep back.

Shouldn't we-- No, we wait.

[car door slamming] Wouldn't you know?

I think we've waited long enough.

[car engine sputtering] [dramatic music] Anyone we know, Inspector?

Sir, I'm sorry, I'd be led to expect Commissaris Szabo.

All right.

Bernadette Nagel, [stretcher rattling] you might know her better by her professional name, Fleck, Bernadette Fleck.

Yes, I know her.

[siren wailing] [engine vrooming] [dramatic music] [shoes shuffling] [dramatic music] You repeat yourself, Hans.

Demand your rights.

That's the law, you say.

Apart from that, you say you're not going to say anything, right?

[shoes clopping] Wrong, Hans.

[chair legs scraping] The law is for those who can afford it.

Rights are for those who can exercise them.

Either way, you come up empty.

[head slamming] [door latch clicking] [hand patting] [dramatic music] [door banging] [door slamming] what?

Nagel.

Like what?

They got to him?

They got to her, and that's the good news.

What's the bad?

Commissaris took the call, your Commissaris.

My father.

Yeah, don't you ever wish you were an orphan?

Do you want your wife to become a widow?

She thinks she is, he says.

Did you get anything from Staal?

No, but now we've got to switch our bets.

Nagel won't be able to move.

He'll be smothered, covered.

My old man will see to that.

You got me out of there.

You've had words with me, rapped my knuckles.

He wins.

You've got nothing to hold him on, right?

He walks.

Your apologies.

All right?

Leo, wait, pick him up as he leaves.

We'll take with Van Leurink.

We were using his car.

So he's lending it to you.

No, no, no.

Have you ever driven with him?

All right, okay, go easy on his gearbox.

Drive on the brakes.

That way you don't have to change down so often.

-No.

-Just go.

Keys.

[keys jingling] You lose him Leo, and you'll get the usual choice, burned or buried, 'cause with Nagel boxed with-- I'm gone.

[hand patting] [vacuum blaring] [shoes clopping] Commissaris Van der Valk, Mrs. Bernadette Nagel.

[keys clacking] Theater, second floor.

Thank you.

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door banging] [crutches tamping] -[elevator dinging] -[door sliding] [dramatic music] Why aren't you, Brain Dead!

[receiver slamming] Sorry, personal, final comment.

Something that had to be said.

Any unimportant calls?

Nothing.

It'll come.

I don't know which I need more, a shower or sleep.

I'm told we can live on less sleep than we think.

Meaning?

You don't have to announce your arrival.

What about Staal?

Released, you'll have to rotate with Leo on surveillance.

Because I said you needed to bathe?

Because there's only one short straw left and you drew it.

[dramatic music] [shoes shuffling] Rinus Nagel.

Commissaris Van der Valk.

[wallet snapping] It makes no sense.

It seldom does, Mr. Nagel.

[chair legs scraping] [phone ringing] It seldom does.

[phone ringing] Can you tell me anything?

They haven't yet told me anything.

No, no.

I mean about the incident.

Oh, oh, yes, I see.

No, well, nothing I...

Anything you saw or heard?

Anything that might... No, nothing.

I thought Bernadette had collapsed.

Mr. Nagel, your wife is an ex-member of the judiciary.

Very high profile, past president of the Court.

She relinquished the post last year when we were married, one year.

That's why we were there.

We were celebrating.

Bizarre, I'm sorry I'm having trouble coning to terms with it.

Of course.

Forgive me, can you think of any reason why?

I'm looking for a motive.

Motive?

For the attempted murder?

Yes, your wife passed judgment on others.

Isn't it possible that someone from her past, someone who thought they were wronged... Vengeance.

Has she had any threatening correspondence, any suspect phone calls?

No, none that I know of.

[door sliding] Mr. Nagel.

Yes, this is Commissaris Van der Valk.

Um, your wife is, I'm afraid, still in some danger, and it would be dishonest of me...

Yes, I understand, thank you.

I shall stay.

Yes, I'll see that you're informed immediately of any change.

Some preliminary data?

If I must.

[phone ringing] [receiver rattling] Hulzinga.

Yeah, yeah.

Agent David Anderson, DEA.

[shoes clopping] Agent Anderson, Wim Van der Valk.

Yes.

When?

Mm hm, yes.

Understood, thank you.

Yeah, bye.

[receiver banging] They've made their move?

Departed Miami International 22 minutes ago.

Heading our way via London Heathrow, Flight 3-0-4-1.

Well, shouldn't you have said something?

And get the gospel according to Uncle Sam?

It's your future.

[chuckling] I'm just a poor foot soldier.

About to go over the top, again.

Again.

[shoes clopping] [phone ringing] [shoes clopping] Please stand down.

This is not any of your problem.

There's nothing we can do.

I want all o' this sooner, etc.

What do we have?

I said tomorrow.

The guy's had all he can take for one night, [shoes clopping] You tryin' to turn back the pages, Piet?

[chuckling] What's that mean?

[shoes clopping] I heard you wanted the best of both worlds, upstairs and on the street.

Hm.

Well, what the hell?

You bought the ticket when you took the call.

You wanna stay aboard for the ride?

Why not?

Tomorrow, Stef.

Hm.

In my upstairs, 9:00 a.m. sharp, I hand it all over then, goodnight.

Goodnight Piet.

Give my love to Arlette.

Yeah.

[stem snapping] [dramatic music] [shoes clopping] [shoes clopping] [dramatic music] [shoes clopping] [dramatic music] [suspenseful music] [door squeaking] [suspenseful music] [door latch clicking] [bell bonging] [glass clinking] [glass clunking] [switch clicking] [jacket plopping] [lid rattling] [booze pouring] [lid rattling] [bottle clunking] [Van der Valk groaning] [glass clunking] [door latch clicking] Ah.

[shoes shuffling] What was it this time?

Stefan Szabo, he sired yet another son.

The man is a menace.

But you're fond of him anyway.

Ah, I've never known a woman who wasn't.

That's why he's a menace.

[lips smacking] Oh, he sends his love, by the way.

[laughing] He has an excessive love.

Why on earth he ever became a policeman... Ooh, did you remember the smoked goose?

No, I didn't remember the smoked goose.

I had the small matter of an attempted murder to deal with and the smoked goose did actually slip my mind.

[lips smacking] Piet.

Hm?

Why did you accept your last promotion?

What, because I earned it.

So then why won't you enjoy it?

[lips smacking] Goodnight.

[seagulls crying] [water flowing] [engine vrooming] [brakes squealing] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] [shoes clopping] Joep!

Joep!

[hand smacking] [shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [horn beeping] I'm coming.

[shoes clopping] Sh... [groaning] [shoes tramping] So where's the fire?

Under you, so move.

Oh, what a beautiful morning.

So, did you tell him?

No.

Well, you're gonna have to.

When time and place... [door slamming] [door slamming] [engine sputtering] What's the hurry?

You're on surveillance at Schiphol, like the other four were, the targets.

[envelope crinkling] [engine vrooming] They're traveling on legitimate passports, so recognition shouldn't be any problem.

You're cleared to cover immigration control.

Leo will be at baggage collection.

Shadow them from there.

Right.

[engine vrooming] And Joep, don't be fooled by their manicured fingernails.

Those faces are on most wanted posters.

They wouldn't think twice about getting their hands dirty.

Have a nice day.

[engine vrooming] [shoes clopping] Yes, sir, I'll tell him.

Yes, goodbye, Sir.

[receiver banging] Morning, Janet.

I'm expecting Commissaris Szabo.

He called in, Sir.

Would you please meet him at Shutters Bar.

Really?

He seemed, sounded... What?

Distressed?

Oh, yeah.

Well, this won't take too long.

[shoes clopping] [windows squeaking] [shoes clopping] [door banging] Ah, all right, Stefan, this is everything... [file plopping] on the Nagel shooting.

Now then, I said to my office, what the hell is going on here?

Do you... [sad music] What's wrong?

He's dead.

What?

Who's dead?

My newborn.

[sad music] Oh... oh, Stefan, what can I say?

Well, you can join me in a drink.

You're welcome to share in a drink.

You can signal his going.

[sad music] Then we can close the book, get on about our business.

Stef.

Yeah, thanks.

[hand patting] Let's go.

We have questions to ask.

[dramatic music] [glass shattering] [organ music] The bullet entered here through the left clavicle and came out here, where the cervical vertebra ends and the thoracic vertebra begins.

I see.

And the trajectory has indeed been long determined.

You've got it all worked out, haven't you, Piet?

Well, I made preliminary inquiries.

Now, it's all yours.

-No.

-Hm?

[papers rustling] Can you carry on?

I'm in no fit state.

I need time.

I've gotta go to the clinic, comfort Helena.

[shoes clopping] Helena?

Helena Pel.

Mm hm, well, if you want to use the car.

No, no, no.

I need the time it takes to pull myself together.

You'll find an Inspector Opstel has been assigned to assist.

Promising, he's got younger legs and a quicker brain.

[papers rustling] Useful.

You know, you make no mention of how he makes his money.

No, I didn't ask him.

Should I have?

Diamonds.

He's known to you.

The company he keeps.

[shoes clopping] Go well, Stefan.

[shoes clopping] Card.

Didier Clebert.

Commissaris Van der Valk.

Yes?

You know why I'm here?

Of course, but I've already answered your questions.

Hm.

There's nothing to add.

I've thought of nothing else.

How, is my question, how?

Got a respectable couple, walk outta the restaurant, then tsh... Why?

O tempora o mores.

I'm sorry?

Latin, these are dangerous times, I think.

Ah, in my young day, they were supposed to be a-changing.

Yes, I suppose that is another way of putting it.

Were Rinus and Bernadette Nagel regular customers?

Twice, three times a month, yes, regular.

They dined alone?

Yes, always, always alone.

Hm, their table bookings are, of course, in the diary.

Of course.

Yeah.

So, nothing else you can tell me?

Nothing, Commissaris.

What is there to tell?

What?

Monsieur et Madame Nagel walked in off the street.

They dined, well, I like to think.

They drank good wine.

They laughed.

And then, psh, they walked back out onto the street, and, hm, o tempora... O mores, exactly, Monsieur.

[shoes clopping] [hands clapping] [file sliding] And the answer is still no.

No?

As I thought, [hand patting] thanks.

Good morning, Commissaris.

I was just checking, uh, excuse me.

Feeble excuse, did he get what he wanted?

[files plopping] Is he all right, Sir?

Commissaris Szabo.

No, Janet, he's not all right.

Messages?

Mr. Samson.

Inevitably.

But not in his office.

Oh.

He's out supervising the security arrangements for the state visit.

State visit, that's more than a month away.

Where?

Today, it's the rooftop positions around the dam.

All right, but first, would you get my hone number and then try and track down an Inspector Opstel in Serious Crime?

[phone ringing] [bag plopping] [receiver clicking] Hello.

Piet!

Arlette, could you do something for me?

There's a young woman in the maternity clinic, Helena Pel.

Yes, yes that's right.

Yes, their son has died.

Dear God.

Yes, of course.

Now?

Yeah, bye.

[jovial music] [shoes tippity-tapping] [hands clapping] [car vrooming] [door latch clicking] [crowd cheering] [crowd clapping] [jovial music] [crowd clapping] Somewhat premature, these preparations?

What?

No no no, thorough.

We wouldn't want another Dealey Plaza, would we?

Dealey Plaza?

Oh, yes, John F. Kennedy, no no.

We wouldn't want another one of those.

No, no, now about this other outrage at the Restaurant Ludon, I want you to take responsibility.

You do?

It's a matter not without its own ramifications, of course.

Bernadette Nagel is a lady of some...

Influence?

She has friends who have influence.

So, you want me officially... -All right.

-...on the operation?

All right, yes I know.

I know it's true.

It's a change, a temporary change of tune, but one I thought you'd be interested in.

Stefan Szabo is the officer in charge.

Yes, and contrary to common belief, I do not dwell in an ivory tower.

I know perfectly well that Stefan Szabo has difficulties.

Loss is the word you were looking for, Sir.

All right, loss, tragic loss.

Very well then, I will temporarily assume command of the case of Bernadette Nagel, but you might inform our influential friends that nothing and no one will be spared.

Oh, now, come on, Piet.

I appreciate that you and Stefan have been colleagues and friends.

No Sir, no, Stefan Szabo has been, is, more, much more than just a colleague or a friend.

He has been, and still is, a damn good detective.

[baby crying] [shoes clopping] [downbeat music] [package crinkling] [hand rapping] [door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] [lid clamping] [tray rattling] [downbeat music] [shoes clopping] [tray plopping] [door latch clicking] Hi.

Arlette.

How kind of you to come.

[lips smacking] Nonsense.

You must be Helena.

Arlette Van der Valk.

Stefan and my husband Piet are long-time sparring partners.

Yes, he's spoken of him.

Thank you.

[paper rustling] Stefan, why don't you go and buy yourself a beer?

Allow Helena and me to get to know each other.

Uh well-- It's all right, Stef, really.

Have a vodka for me.

I'll see you out.

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [paper rustling] [phone ringing] -[shoes clopping] -[phone ringing] How are you?

Oh, I really feel like hell for Helena.

Maybe if I'd been husband to the mother as well as father to the son... At least you haven't handcuffed her to the job.

Is that what you do?

Of course.

I've learned to live with it.

But, I don't like it.

Sometimes I don't like it at all.

Meaning my imprudence has its plus side.

Meaning je ne regrette rien.

Now be off with you.

[lips smacking] [shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] [vase clunking] I have to confess, I don't quite know what I should be saying.

Nobody does, not even the staff.

They all seem quite suddenly to have developed a speech impediment.

Well, I shall try not to stutter.

Believe it or not, and it may be hard to believe, but I'm a believer and it helps.

It still hurts, but it helps.

Stefan isn't, so hasn't that help.

Don't you worry about Stefan.

Oh, but I do.

He's damaged.

You see, I was aware of his reputation, but you must understand.

He used his love life as a defense against what he had to deal with, and his work, day in and out.

I just hope this hasn't diminished him, or how will he be able to continue?

As a policeman?

Yes, and since that is his life... Well, I think he'll survive somehow.

Yes, so do I because, don't you agree, he's larger than life.

[laughing] Yes, that is one way of putting it.

[discordant music] So, Inspector Opstel, tell me, what have you found out?

The last office closed at around 6 o'clock.

There's no sign of a break-in.

Cleaning staff?

Start work at 4:30 a.m... [shoes tramping] The shell case was found here.

[gravel crunching] That is quite a distance.

Well, he used a night sight.

He'd have to.

To achieve any degree of accuracy.

Mm hm.

[shoes shuffling] So if our gunman was already in situ, he must have known at least four hours in advance that the Nagels were going to the restaurant, Ludon.

[Opstel] Yes, yes, Sir.

So, why didn't he use the building opposite and reduce the risk of error?

Accessibility?

[Piet] Make inquiries.

[hand catching] Younger legs and a quicker brain, said of you Inspector.

Less miles on the clock, Sir.

Less experience to fall back on.

True, but I have been taught by Stefan Szabo, and Stefan is the... As good as you can get, agreed, and would very soon expect some answers.

Yes, Sir.

Oh, Sir?

Are we sure it's Bernadette Nagel he was after?

You see, great minds do think alike.

[hand patting] [shoes clopping] [package crinkling] [shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [buttons beeping] [door buzzing] [door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] [door slamming] [headphones plopping] Good evening, Inspector, or is it?

Is it?

Debatable.

[paper rustling] Your financiers on Flight vL41, they've disembarked at London Heathrow.

Are they being tracked?

Do you pay customs?

They haven't left the terminal building.

Oh?

They're in conference in the transit lounge.

They're negotiating right under our noses.

[button clicking] Nagel?

[buttons clicking] Five calls, incoming, three from friends of the wife, expressing shock, horror, and wishing her well, one canceling an appointment tomorrow afternoon.

Caller checked, not known, and one international, from Johannesburg, someone demanding settlement of an outstanding debt in respect to merchandise delivered.

[button clicking] Nothing.

So, it's status, sit tight.

[file plopping] Contact Petra for me, will you, Bruno?

Tell her we're way down on power, but as soon as it's possible.

Nobody promised this was ever going to be a picnic.

True.

[hair swishing] And is it time to go and talk with your father?

It is.

I will, tonight.

[dramatic music] [shoes clopping] I'm sorry.

It's ended.

We really are dreadfully sorry.

I assure you that everything that could have been done... [Rinus] Yes.

[door latching] She was an adversary to admire, though I always had the feeling that she felt she was a woman who had everything and nothing.

So, when Rinus Nagel came along... She just reached out and grabbed.

She presided over the Kronighan case, didn't she?

Really?

Yes, and do you know, there was a business connection between the accused and Rinus Nagel.

It was, of course, before they got married, but the-- Excuse me.

I have to leave.

I apologize.

Stefan.

No no, it's all right.

I'm sure Stefan has his reasons.

Stefan, thank you for coming.

Please come again soon.

You know you're always welcome, hm?

Thanks, and again, apologies.

Now Piet, you show Stefan to the door.

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door banging] You all right?

I always prided myself I could ride with the punches.

This was a low blow.

Yes.

[phone ringing] I need time and privacy to exorcize my pain.

Well, find it, use it, but for God's sake, Stef, control it.

[hand patting] [door latch clicking] Piet.

Coming.

[shoes clopping] Take care.

[door latch clicking] [door slamming] [shoes clopping] Who is it?

Inspector Frans Opstel, Serious Crime Division.

Very correct.

Yes.

Um, just, right, I want Rinus Nigel, give him round-the-clock protection starting now.

I'll see you tomorrow morning, Frans.

Goodnight.

[receiver banging] May we ask?

I'm now looking for a murderer.

And we can no longer gamble on Rinus sticking close to the bedside.

He went home.

He's still at home.

Is he covered there?

Yes.

Not that it much matters.

Your father has got him under 24-hour guard, which means...

He's now allowing for the either or scenario.

What did you expect?

Exactly that.

I've gotta talk to him.

[engine vrooming] [dramatic music] [suspenseful music] [latch popping] [suspenseful music] [chamber clicking] [engine vrooming] [gun rattling] [door banging] [engine vrooming] [dramatic music] [ignition sputtering] [engine vrooming] [dramatic music] So, my intention is to retain command...

I'm not boring you, am I, Sir?

No, no, but you're not surprising me either.

You realize that technically speaking... Oh, yes, technically speaking, it should all be passed on to Willem [indistinct] murder.

Well, I've already spoken to Willem.

He's not exactly volunteering, so... No, I agree.

I thought you might.

Oh?

Mm, her influential friends will be more fussed than ever having to go to her funeral, yeah.

Yes, they will.

Oh, and I'm also keeping Inspector Opstel involved.

Anything else?

[cup clunking] The Kronighan case.

It's closed.

Influential friends.

Closed.

Well, officially.

Piet, please, remember, when push comes to shove.

I know, I'm not popular.

Well, that's the price you pay for plowing your own perverse furrow.

You understand.

Only too well.

So, you must have results in the Nagel killing and the Kronighan case stays closed.

How perceptive you are, Commissaris.

[streetcar chugging] [bell dinging] [engine vrooming] [shoes clopping] ♪ This is something new and exciting ♪ ♪ That little Miss Perfect would bring ♪ ♪ Preferably blonde and attractive ♪ ♪ Preferably 20 or so ♪ ♪ Please send your details by letter ♪ [lock popping] ♪ Miss Gorgeous and Sexy Malone... ♪ [door slamming] What was that?

Nothing you'd want to listen to.

Yes, well, if it keeps you awake.

Well, after the spell I've been in, it's my sanity.

[Bruno] Control to Van Leurink, come in, please.

Go ahead, Brain Dead.

Control to Van Leurink, is the leader with you?

Positive, Control.

Go ahead, Control.

Control to Leader, they're on Leg 2, ETA Schiphol, 35 minutes, understood?

Thank you, Control.

Understood.

Will you walk into my parlor, said the spider.

There are no flies on these two.

So there's still no sign of movement yet from Mr. Staal.

Which one's his?

Second floor up this side.

Nobody in, nobody out.

Gone to ground.

Good enough.

Danny Keon will relieve you within the half hour, but stay on call, all right?

[door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] [voices chattering] [chair plopping] [shoes clopping] [paper rustling] Commissaris.

I thought you'd retired.

No, you didn't.

You have too much of an ear to the ground.

There are those who wish I was right.

When are you due, Commissaris for retirement?

When I tire of tripping over the likes of you, you old rascal, do you know, I could pinpoint to your exact whereabouts at any time of the day or night?

Ah well, that's because, when you do your business on the streets, Commissaris, your clients have to know where to find you.

Now, what can I do for you?

A solitaire for Mrs. Van der Valk or is there a young lady you wish to impress?

What do you know about Rinus Nagel?

Nagel?

Rinus Nagel?

Sebastian.

A not unintelligent man, Commissaris, a capable man.

A little more precise.

Arrived here, what, some two years back from South Africa, I believe.

Yes, entrepreneurial man.

Has he trodden on toes?

Yes, the deals he does on the street bear no relation to his reported wealth.

Why don't you pay one of the big boys a visit, hm?

I don't want to-- Stefan, stop.

I'm here because Helena asked me to help.

Help?

Oh, help me, oh, yes, of course.

No, it's I that should be... Oh, I'm sorry.

Come in.

[shoes clopping] [door banging] [shoes clopping] I know it's a slum.

I haven't had time... [bag crinkling] I should be helping her.

I should be out there doing my work.

Instead, Piet's out there doing my work.

He should be doing his own work.

Isn't it one and the same?

Not anymore.

He's elevated now, an executive.

Don't ever let him hear you say so.

He hasn't taken to it, has he?

No, he moved up one rung too many.

[phone ringing] [bag rustling] [receiver clicking] Yes?

Piet.

Big boys?

Von DeNiering, Mehra, Ducolles.

No, but I will.

I said I will.

And you, Piet.

[receiver banging] [sighing] we were saying.

He's doing what he does best.

[shoes clopping] Have you eaten?

[Stefan sighing] Can I get you anything?

Shopping, I'll do some shopping.

No.

I'll be fine, thank you.

[bell bonging] [engine vrooming] [door slamming] [shoes clopping] [button clicking] [phone buzzing] Please state your business, Sir.

Commissaris Van der Valk for Mr. Charles Mehra.

Do you have an appointment, Sir?

No.

[door buzzing] [door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] Identification please, Sir.

[door slamming] One moment, please.

[button clicking] [door alarm squealing] [shoes clopping] [door slamming] Commissaris Van der Valk to see Mr. Charles.

[shoes clopping] This gentleman will escort you, Sir.

Thank you.

[shoes clopping] [button clicking] [elevator dinging] [elevator dinging] [shoes clopping] Commissaris.

Charles Mehra.

Van der Valk.

[chimes ringing] [door banging] [shoes clopping] [horn beeping] And the nature of your business?

[shoes clopping] I'm investigating the murder of Bernadette Nagel.

Yes.

You know her husband, Rinus.

Yes.

Do you care to say anything?

It's no secret I despise the man.

He has no scruples.

He's bullied, he's bribed his way.

[Piet] He's not a gentleman.

I, we operate on a different level, but a number of well-respected street dealers that I know have been pushed to the wall as a result of his tactics.

[Piet] Yes?

A strict control governs the sale of diamonds, Commissaris.

Rinus Nagel contrives to circumvent that control.

How?

Oh, well, I could only speculate.

Well, then please, do.

In diamonds, stock price has to be kept artificially high to ensure exclusivity.

And to ensure artificially high profits, hm?

Is that it?

Is Nagel undercutting you?

Let's just say distribution has to be strictly regulated.

Does that answer your question?

[phone ringing] Excuse me.

[receiver clicking] Yes.

I will be with them in one moment.

Thank you.

You see, Commissaris, the man on the street is important to our membership as is a famed house like Mehra.

He is however more vulnerable to the effects of people like Rinus Nagel, and I wouldn't want to see the little man go under.

So why don't you tell me more?

I assure you.

Had I the evidence I wouldn't hesitate.

Mr. Mehra, your dislike of this man, it's more than just a mistrust of his business methods?

Is it?

[horn beeping] Why don't we meet later on when you're less busy?

A pleasure, Commissaris.

[door latch clicking] Tell me, Sir.

What do you know about the Kronighan case?

No more than the media were allowed to make known.

What games our politicians play.

Yes, the games are not uncommon, Sir, likewise the getting caught.

[lively music] Heya!

The man I've been looking for.

If you can't afford it, do without it.

No, it's not that.

Oh, isn't it?

What a shame.

I was going to add your brother to the senseless begging lessons.

My brother doesn't have to make do on an inspector's salary.

[laughing] True.

So why were you looking for me?

Rinus Nagel.

What about him?

We've got him in our sights.

Explain.

I can't.

What do you mean you can't?

I mean, it's an inter-agency operation I haven't the authority to, but we have Nagel under surveillance.

Have had for some time.

Do you know why his wife was murdered or was it a case of poor marksmanship?

Oh, and then you'll guess... Mm hm.

But, we have absolutely no reason to believe there's anyone gunning for Rinus.

He's not, to the best of our knowledge, on anyone's hit list.

Yes, but it's not beyond the bonds of possibility.

Well, the same would go for Bernadette, I mean, with her background.

She's bound to have been on many a twisted mind.

We're saying the shot could have been meant for either, hmm, so.

We want you to withdraw his protection.

We need him to feel free.

Oh, no, I can't do that.

I already have one murdered Nagel.

But, we'll have him covered.

Out of sight?

No, won't do.

It has to be seen to be done.

Then I'll just have to go over your head.

Which won't get you anywhere, Haven't you learned yet?

You don't move up.

You move sideways around, Van der Valk's way.

[door slamming] [ignition sputtering] [birds tweeting] Good day, Commissaris.

Inspector.

Let's just stroll, shall we?

I have a fondness for graveyards, Frans.

I find them therapeutic and leading to clear thinking.

You do, Sir?

Yes.

Yes, where else could you be in such crowded company and still only hear your own voice?

[Opstel laughing] well, no matter, we're certainly in need -of some clarity of thought.

-Hmm.

My son, have you met my son, Wim?

I know of him.

We never worked together.

My son has thrown somewhat of a spanner.

Apparently, our friend Nagel is involved in the drugs trade.

Money-washing.

Oh, really?

That's a guess, Sir, that he's a laundry man.

It's guesswork.

Yes, well, we'll restrict ourselves to facts, if you don't mind.

The domestic drama, murder.

Rinus Nagel has asked to speak to the officer in charge.

Has he now?

Well, so he shall.

But first, what have you got to tell me?

Well, the bullet was found, embedded in a wall at the Ludon.

Ballistics believe it was fired from a self-loading Heckler-Koch 33.

Good, so now the point is, who squeezed that trigger?

What else?

Anything on Bernadette Nagel?

Well, since her resignation, she had hardly been sighted, become something of a recluse.

Well, she resigned after the Kronighan case, and Rinus?

No, nothing of substance, nothing to suggest an involvement in narcotics.

It seems that Rinus Nagel is not the charming, courteous man he appears to be.

No.

Well, let's see if I can scratch the surface.

[buttons beeping] [door buzzing] [door latch clicking] What's this?

[door banging] Reconciliation?

Negotiation.

A truce.

Not until the war is won.

What news from the front?

They're down, booked into the hotel.

Hulzinga and Postma are shadowing.

Action stations.

You, get some rest.

Go on, you're still on call.

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] So... No comment, from me or you.

[downbeat music] [engines vrooming] [downbeat music] [thunder rumbling] [engine vrooming] [suspenseful music] [suspenseful music] [shoes tramping] [doorbell ringing] [door latch clicking] Ah, Commissaris, I've been wanting a word.

So I've been told.

Yes.

[door slamming] [thunder rumbling] Please, come in.

Thank you.

[shoes clopping] [thunder rumbling] Commissaris, please do sit.

Thank you, I'll stand, iron out the creases.

As you wish, but I must ask that these policemen be removed.

They're here for your protection.

Protection?

I don't need protection.

I have a business to attend to, Commissaris, and I can't do business with your officers watching my every move, please.

No, Sir, I can't do that.

Why ever not?

Because I don't believe your wife's killer will make the same mistake twice.

What are you talking about?

That bullet was meant for you, Mr. Nagel.

[chuckling] Preposterous.

Why should anyone want to kill your wife?

No idea.

Why should anyone want to kill you?

Nobody wants to kill me.

Now, will you please have these policemen removed and allow me to... Grieve for your wife, perhaps?

Now, what are you insinuating?

You asked me to remove the police.

I've told you the answer is no.

If there's nothing else, Sir...

I'll let myself out.

Commissaris.

[shoes clopping] [engine vrooming] [shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] All right, okay, we're all set.

Joep, you're set to work the reception desk.

You say Sir and Madam and you smile a lot.

Now, if anyone asks you a question you can't understand, just pass it on to someone who can, and you smile a lot.

Go on, Joep.

Smile.

Shut up.

And that is not-- Yeah yeah yeah, why me?

'Cause you look marginally more presentable.

Management will provide you with a shaving kit and a necktie.

Just think of the gratuities.

Leo, stay at the wheel.

They move, you move.

I don't have to smile?

No, but you lose them and I'll give you a good reason to weep.

Do you understand?

[horn beeping] Off you go, Joep.

[door latch clicking] [door slamming] [door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] Ah, thank you.

[phone ringing] Oh, yes, of course, put him through.

Jan, Piet.

Yeah, apologies, but I need to know whatever you know about the Kronighan case and the Nagels part in it.

Off the record?

[shoes clopping] [door banging] Oh, it's believed Rinus Nagel used his influence to secure the acquittals.

It wouldn't have been difficult for Bernadette to sway the opinion of her co-judges.

What about the accused?

[voices chattering] Well, Jakob Scholten, died in a large aircraft crash, but the National Aviation Investigation's team were never really happy with the accidental death findings.

The other, Karl Vessem is still alive and living, I believe, with his sister in Sondheim.

[shoes tramping] [thunder rumbling] [airplane engine whirring] [shoes tramping] [thunder rumbling] [hand rapping] I'm sorry.

I don't smoke.

You don't make a move either, not so much as a muscle.

What?

Who are you?

I'm the man holding a pistol to your head.

[door latch clicking] Out.

Please, I am not a man of means.

I have little money, but what I have-- Out!

Now, and keep your hands where I can see them.

There must be some mistake.

There is, you made it.

Walk.

[paper sliding] [Johan] Wurtz to leader, come in please.

Go ahead, Johan.

I've just taken out a man who was haunting our man and he was armed.

Says his name is Karl Vessem.

Over.

And?

Come on!

Nothing, says his only connection with Nagel was the Kronighan case.

Advise, over.

Call in my old man's office.

He'll have someone come and offload him.

You, sit tight.

Out.

You talked to your father?

Yes.

He wasn't having any.

I've got a great relationship with my father.

We only meet at weddings and funerals.

Leo, open the window.

[handle winding] [hand rapping] -[Piet] Yes?

-[door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] I said the Kronighan case was closed.

[door banging] Am I accused of reopening it?

You've been making noises.

It's been noted, and it is to stop immediately.

That bad?

No joke, Van der Valk, beyond a joke.

Now, you may not like this desk, but would you really enjoy being back on the beat?

That bad?

All right, yes, I did ask a few questions.

You broke down doors of a best-left boat.

And out came the skeletons.

Desist, this is an order, direct from the summit, and it is not to be disobeyed.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Clearly?

Good.

Then I'll expect to hear no more.

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] [dramatic music] [shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] [door slamming] [suspenseful music] The booking was made a week ago.

[phone ringing] [receiver clicking] Hello?

Yes.

Thank you.

[receiver banging] We have an arrest, one Karl Vessem.

Isn't he one of the accused in the-- In the Kronighan case, yes.

Come on.

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] [door banging] Take a seat, Mr. Vessem.

I'm Commissaris Van der Valk.

This is Inspector Opstel.

Why did you shoot and kill Bernadette Nagel?

[dramatic music] I haven't shot or killed anyone.

All right, I'll start again.

Why have you been stalking Rinus Nagel?

I was going to.

You were going to what?

I was going to shoot, kill Bernadette Nagel.

Yes?

Someone else shot her.

Do you know when Bernadette Nagel was shot, Mr. Vessem?

Yes.

How?

I heard it reported on my car radio.

I was driving down from Sondheim, my sister's.

I'd gone there to get a gun.

With which to shoot and kill who, Mr. Vessem?

Bernadette Nagel.

The gun you have now got belongs to my brother-in-law.

[Piet] And your sister can verify this?

Yes, that is, unless she wishes to entirely wash her hands of me.

She has threatened.

I am, you see, a blight, a... Why?

Why, Karl?

Why did you go to get the gun in order to shoot and kill Bernadette Nagel, and since then, you've parked outside her house, knowing she wasn't at home?

It was my only way out.

Out of what?

A situation that had become intolerable.

Yes.

I had nothing left.

I'd been bled, blackmail, Sir.

[sighing] Rinus wanted his wife removed.

He promised that if I killed...

He had certain pictorial evidence.

Relating to your part in the Kronighan affair?

The beginning of my end.

For I see now that it must be the end, but I have ended no life but my own, Sir.

I'd hoped to convince Rinus that... By claiming that it was I, [crying] [shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] Watch his every move.

That's not our man.

He didn't set up a rifle on a rooftop overlooking the restaurant Ludon.

Agreed.

No, that man didn't, but now we know Rinus Nagel wanted it done, progress.

And?

What next?

Oh, it'll all make more sense in the morning, Frans.

We'll talk to Rinus Nagel in the morning.

He's not running anywhere.

Meantime, I'll leave him in your capable hands.

[shoes clopping] [voices chattering] [shoes clopping] Thank you.

Thanks.

[dishes clinking] Won't you join me?

At least for a moment.

Hm, were my thoughts so obviously elsewhere?

Where?

On what?

Diamonds.

All was well, yes?

Thank you, yes, all was wonderful.

Perhaps you should dine at the Restaurant Ludon more often, Commissaris.

Who's side are you on?

[laughing] we exiled French should always stick together.

In a conspiracy to make us Dutch husbands poor.

[laughing] Perhaps now, if you wouldn't mind, Madame, but I hesitate to introduce it.

Concerning the other matter, I spoke with the inspector earlier.

I know.

There is something.

Before her marriage, Madame Nagel had another constant companion, Monsieur Mehra, Charles Mehra.

I don't know if that's anything.

Commissaris, Madame.

[shoes clopping] Thank you.

Hulzinga to leader, they've asked for the bill.

They've called a cab.

They're checking out, over.

Understood, on our way, over.

Leo, Leo!

What?

Shake it.

[door slamming] [shoes clopping] [phone ringing] [shoes clopping] [paper rustling] Police, we are armed.

Please don't make any sudden moves.

Very well.

Are we under arrest, Officer?

Inspector Van der Valk.

We've got some questions to ask.

Which I am only too willing to answer.

My companion, I fear, does not speak your language.

Is there someone we can...

There's an office over there.

The manager's approved it.

Well, if you please, gentlemen.

Bring your luggage.

[phone ringing] [dramatic music] [suspenseful music] [paper rustling] Will you excuse us?

Thank you.

Would you mind?

[door banging] Do you have any objection to a search, Sir?

None at all, though I assume that objection would be overruled anyway.

What is it you're looking for, Inspector?

Money, cash, US dollars, high denomination bills, lots of them.

Ah, then I cannot help.

We have a small amount in traveler's checks, and even a smaller amount in currency, but see for yourself.

[bag plopping] And in the briefcase?

Open it.

[intriguing music] [latches clicking] [suspenseful music] [latch clicking] [suspenseful music] [suspenseful music] [diamonds rattling] Interesting.

May I, Inspector?

My wallet.

And here, Inspector, is the receipt that shows that the stones were purchased legitimately, here in Amsterdam and from a very reputable source.

Reputable.

Bought with a bag full of dirty dollars.

Proof, Inspector?

We've been had, taken.

Clever, very, you were about to leave us, I believe.

We're booked onto a flight for Bogota.

[phone ringing] Home, Inspector.

You'll be escorted to Schiphol departures.

We'd rather you didn't return.

-Should you-- -[hand rapping] Telephone call for Mr. Van der Valk.

Telephone call for Inspector Van der Valk.

A moment please, gentlemen.

[shoes clopping] Yes.

Bruno.

Call in from Van Leurink covering Staal.

She's made contact.

Requesting clearance to respond.

Advise.

Granted.

Approach with discretion.

[receiver banging] Right, gentlemen.

Well, we wouldn't want you to miss that flight.

[lid banging] Would we?

As you say, Inspector.

[suspenseful music] [lid plopping] [streetcar chugging] [door slamming] [horn beeping] [shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door latch clicking] [suspenseful music] [barrel clicking] [shoes tramping] [doorbell ringing] [door latch clicking] Hello, Hans.

May I come in?

You're asking?

With a gun in your hand?

[knee smacking] [suitcase thudding] Come in.

Come in.

Well, Hans, I must say, for a messenger boy, you do manage to live in some style.

Who's this?

A friend.

He's a friend stopping over.

What?

I can't have a friend to stay.

Look, I have every right-- Hans!

Believe it, I'm a bitch.

Any excuse, I'll blow a hole in your head, no remorse.

So don't speak to me of your rights.

I'm only interested in your wrongs.

[siren blaring] Who are you?

Swart, Theo Swart.

What are you?

What?

I'm a...

I work on baggage at Schiphol.

Man, shut up.

Yes, Theo, shut up.

You, Staal, open up.

Now!

[latches popping] [suitcase wobbling] Go on.

[latches popping] Well, well.

There's enough for everyone to-- Hans.

I tried.

You lost.

You're a loser, Hans, you too, Theo.

And there's a price to be paid.

How much?

Everything you can tell me.

[Piet] Ah, Frans.

Good morning, Sir.

Commissaris, Szabo-- No, first, what of Karl Vessem.

Oh, he's been transferred to hospital, psychiatric.

He came apart.

Prognosis?

He's waved the world goodbye.

So the Kronighan case is closed.

[shoes clopping] He was a real mess, but one of the officers recognized Commissaris Szabo.

Words were exchanged, punches were thrown, things got broken.

Things?

Pieces and fillings?

And some teeth, Sir.

Stefan's?

No, he got kicked where it hurts most.

He's been ordered home, to stay home.

By the Hoofd Commissaris and in no uncertain terms.

Come on.

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] You said you were gonna find somewhere private.

Where more private that Conduit Club where I'm more anonymous, where everyone's a passing stranger?

Stefan.

Piet, it worked.

I called the guards to book.

I'm exorcized, able now to help Helena.

You're also suspended.

You are a senior police officer.

If you cut me, do I not bleed?

Enough, Stefan.

Go home, go now, right now!

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] I'll give you Mehra's home address.

You'll need a search warrant.

Now, you know what you're looking for, don't you?

Yes, Sir.

Get him safely off the premises and then...

Right, Sir.

[shoes clopping] Come, Commissaris, let me get you some coffee.

No coffee, thank you.

Some explanation would be welcome.

Yes?

Are you sure?

Positive.

Why did you want your wife dead, Mr. Nagel?

[match striking] [phone ringing] Nagel.

Yes.

Of course.

Oh, please do.

[phone snapping] Trade.

The world continues to turn.

You were saying, Commissaris.

You wanted her dead because she had become a thorn in your side.

Took exception to your more exotic enterprises?

These are questions I don't think I have to answer.

Certainly, I don't choose to answer.

Well, think again, because last night, we arrested Karl Vessem.

You do know Karl Vessem, don't you?

Well, you'd hardly claim otherwise since you blackmailed the man to the point of irreversible breakdown.

He confessed.

He intended killing your wife at your request.

That makes you an accessory, Mr. Nagel.

That was a proposal made in jest, Commissaris, and some months ago, I might add.

Still, if it was Vessem, then I would have to say that he made a job of it.

You know better than that.

You know Vessem doesn't have a murder in him.

A man of perverse appetites, perhaps, but not the stuff assassins are made of.

Then we are but playing games, aren't we?

And the worst you can accuse me of is indifference.

I know that you know who was on that roof.

I'm also prepared to bet whoever it was, you were his accomplice.

Ah, now that, Commissaris, you will have to prove.

Is there anything else?

Not at present, no.

I feel sure that there'll be a future occasion.

Then I hope you'll come round with something more substantial than suspicion.

Good day, Commissaris.

[cup clinking] [birds tweeting] [door banging] [dramatic music] [engine rumbling] [shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] -[suspenseful music] -[latch clicking] [trunk slamming] [shoes clopping] [doorbell ringing] [door slamming] [ignition sputtering] [engine vrooming] [engine vrooming] [handle winding] Hello, Commissaris.

Ah yes, Van Leurink, and what, may I ask, are you doing here?

Chasing the grubby paper chain.

Do you know the next link?

We can make a damned good best guess, Sir.

I think we both could, Miss Van Leurink.

[engine vrooming] Are you sure you want to do it this way?

Why prolong the agony, with the added ache of parting?

This way's cleaner, free of further complication.

[lid banging] I'm not sure Stefan'll see it that way.

He'll, Stefan is an emotional man.

Yes, and Stefan will always be Stefan.

And who would have it any other way?

I won't argue with that.

And you know, don't you, I shall always be grateful.

Think nothing of it.

Now come, you have a journey to make.

It's already started.

And the Lord only knows-- Let me.

[shoes clopping] [shoes clopping] Arlette?

Stefan.

Helena?

I'm going home, Stefan.

We're going home.

I've arranged that we-- Uh, no, what Helena means is that she's going home to her home.

No [indistinct] [shoes clopping] But I thought that we were going... Helena.

Stefan, I have to make a new start, and I have to make it on my own.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to avoid...

I didn't want to make matters worse.

Please, I've left you a letter.

It says everything.

Arlette has it.

I must go.

[lips smacking] Goodbye, Stef.

[dramatic music] [shoes shuffling] [shoes clopping] [bells ringing] [door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] [engine vrooming] [boat engine humming] Do you suppose Bruno's right, about where it goes next?

It won't be a wild guess.

No.

Bruno isn't given to wild guesses.

When you've learned the way he's learned... [engine vrooming] [dramatic music] Hey, isn't that your-- Damn it!

He musta made some connection of his own.

He once rambled off a lecture at the academy.

Always remember, no technical aid will ever displace intuition in the detective's armory.

[dramatic music] [engine vrooming] [brakes squealing] [downbeat music] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] [shoes clopping] Yes?

Yes.

Good.

[shoes clopping] What do you suppose-- Don't ask.

[receiver clicking] [door buzzing] Yes, Sir.

State your business please, Sir.

Commissaris Van der Valk, open the door please, immediately.

[door buzzing] [door latch clicking] Thank you.

[shoes clopping] [hand smacking] [door latch clicking] Hold that.

[door latch clicking] [shoes clopping] Commissaris, a pleasure.

[shoes clopping] I doubt that, Sir.

Charles Mehra, you're under arrest.

I am?

You are.

The charge is murder.

Really?

Very well.

No remonstrations?

My housekeeper telephoned, somewhat tearful.

Touching, she told me that you'd, well... No thoughts of making a run for it?

No, I have my dignity.

Shall we?

[shoes clopping] [chimes tinkling] [shoes clopping] Your dignity... And friends in, as they say, high places.

Do you think that they'll help you?

It's always a help.

Don't you find?

I wouldn't know.

I have none.

[doors sliding] Oh, come now, Commissaris, a man of your high rank, rubbing shoulders with the makers and the breakers.

What a unreal world you must inhabit.

Perhaps you'd have us believe it was your housekeeper left a Heckler-Koch rifle hidden away at your house?

I'm sure I shall have the very best legal advice and guidance.

Yes, Sir, I'm sure you shall.

[elevator dinging] [doors sliding] But, aren't you forgetting something?

The victim?

Your victim was herself part of the plutocracy which you'll now ask to help save your skin.

Part of, yes, but not, I assure you universally admired.

I will, believe me, have allies.

[dramatic music] [shoes clopping] [downbeat music] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] I confess.

I underestimated the woman.

So desperate to expiate the guilt of having once failed to live up to such exacting standards.

The Kronighan case.

The one and only sin of Bernadette Nagel.

The one and only?

Surely, weren't there two?

Yes?

The threat to expose her husband, and by association, you.

That was stupidity, the most heinous crime of all.

[ignition sputtering] [dramatic music] Come on.

Move.

[engine vrooming] Thank you.

Leo, do you have to?

[suspenseful music] Yes!

[engine vrooming] [brakes squealing] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] [door slamming] [keys jingling] [key turning] [dramatic music] [brakes squealing] [engine vrooming] [brakes squealing] [shoes clopping] Hold it right there.

Nagel.

All right.

I'll take that.

[engine vrooming] [doors slamming] It's yours now, Frans.

Finish it.

understand?

Yes, Sir.

Well, I've enjoyed our partnership.

It's been a pleasure.

Stefan was right.

Good luck.

Thank you, Sir.

[shoes clopping] [door latch clicking] [door slamming] Well, you were right.

The final rinse was in Moscow, an exchange for Yakut diamonds, discounted for hard currency.

Won't our friends down in Florida be pleased?

[Wim chuckling] The Russians helping launder drug dollars.

Won't do a damn thing for US-Soviet relations.

Well, that's their problem.

We've plugged the hole, this hole.

By tomorrow, the cartel will have dug themselves a dozen new ones.

[engines vrooming] [bell dinging] [soft music] [shoes clopping] It was all in vain, old friend.

Yes, so I heard.

[package crinkling] Some you lose.

Do you want to hear about this Nagel business?

I heard.

Opstel.

Hm.

[sighing] She believes that she will recover better, more rapidly, on her own, and that her rehabilitation, depends on the presence of a younger man.

So finally, you got found out.

I think it's time to settle down.

[Piet laughing] Think about early retirement, a place in the suburbs.

To do what?

Grow vegetables?

Become a vegetable?

Stefan Szabo?

Well, why not?

-[sighing] Toast.

-[glasses clinking] Then again, maybe I'm good for one more time.

What do you say?

[laughing] I say what Arlette says.

Ah yes, and what does the lovely Arlette say?

The man's a menace.

[laughing] Piet, I apologize.

What for?

If you... Cut to the quick, to the quick this time.

So, there's nothing to apologize for.

Thanks for everything, and Arlette.

You can also thank your lucky stars that Samson isn't just the hard face he presents to the workaday world.

He isn't?

Oh, no.

He agrees there were extenuating circumstances, and you're to turn up first thing tomorrow morning with no loss of rank.

Oh, well, I suppose I better thank the old buzzard as well.

Piet... [booze pouring] Do you wanna get drunk?

Why not?

[booze pouring] [Stefan laughing] Toast.

[door latch clicking] [door hinge squeaking] [shoes shuffling] Your wife says she wouldn't wait up.

So she's not to be disturbed.

Most of all, she says she doesn't want to see you and Stefan Szabo making fools of yourselves.

Where is he anyway, or shouldn't I ask?

For Stefan Szabo, the only time reality comes second best to fantasy is when he's in the folds of a woman.

Are you in control of your faculties?

Don't push it.

I took a taxi.

[tie plopping] What are you doing here anyway?

You have Charles Mehra.

I have Rinus Nagel.

It's strange, there's no robbery.

It isn't.

All right, okay, I'll throw in Hans Staal.

I want words with Mehra.

Help yourself.

Do I want Staal?

Do you want to know who provided Mehra with a Heckler-Koch?

Staal.

And willing to say so in testimony.

That help at all?

Wraps it up.

Goodnight.

Yep.

Goodnight.

Wait.

Why, hm?

Nagel and Staal, why have they been quite so cooperative?

Terror.

The men from the Medine don't take kindly to being stopped and questioned by policemen in a public place.

It offends their sense of self esteem, nor especially they don't forgive failure, and their retribution is known to be swift and peculiarly savage.

[phone ringing] [receiver clicking] Van der Valk.

Coming.

-Coming.

-What?

-[receiver banging] -More.

[shoes clopping] [voices chattering] What happened?

How'd it happen?

How are you?

I was still interviewing Mehra and Stefan came in and asked if I've got everything under control, and we came out into the corridor and the man, the dead man, well, he was just walking up and down.

Stefan called out, having spotted him and the man just turned round and fired, and some other, another officer shot.

Identity?

United States passport.

Thomas Saul Berato.

The men from the Medine, and I opened the door for them.

I said, "After you, gentlemen."

I thought I was seeing them safely off the premises.

-[hand patting] -Don't, it doesn't help.

Doesn't help.

[shoes clopping] It's on my responsibility, Piet.

Yes.

Managerial, I'm taking responsibility, taking charge.

Hm, yeah, I think you must, yes.

You want to go to the hospital?

No, I don't want to go to the hospital.

I want to go home.

I want to be with my wife and I'm going home.

[door whacking] [shoes clopping] [dramatic music] [glass clinking] [hands slapping] -Piet, please don't do that.

-What?

That.

The man responsible is already in the mortuary.

The men he worked for, we know are beyond our reach.

[phone ringing] [receiver clicking] Van der Valk.

Thank you.

[receiver banging] Tell me.

He'll... fight another day.

[laughing] I don't know why I ever doubted it.

[crying] Ah.

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