Force (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Op glad ijs - full transcript
-Help! Willem!
-Tessa!
-Where is she?
-Willem, let go. Let him go.
You want what's yours. I get it.
My employer wants the same.
If Leon is involved,
he has the money.
We take him and exchange him
for Tessa and Gaby.
-You can't do it alone.
-No police.
Leon Duinkerk, Maartje's ex.
-Leon is my only contact.
-But he was more than a contact.
You were married for 18 months.
-Where is Leon Duinkerk?
-I don't know.
I don't.
No, no!
Willem!
There are other ways.
Maartje.
We can use her as bait.
-Shut your face.
-Drop your weapon.
Marcel, don't move.
Help me...
-Sorry, Marcel.
-You son of a bitch.
You said you would look after her.
Believe me. I will get her back.
DIRTY MONEY
Tess.
Tessa.
Are you awake?
No, I'm sleeping.
Jesus, why not say you're awake?
I'm so scared.
-Tess.
-What?
I am so afraid of the dark.
Shoot me.
Shoot me.
Here, right through the head.
-Shoot. Shoot me!
-No!
Here.
You have to eat something.
No food, then.
I'm fucking hungry.
It's bull.
Theo would never do that.
If he did,
it would be for a good reason.
-Hey, Niessen. Have you heard?
-What? Yes, but not right now, guys.
-What's this?
-What?
-I can't access anything.
-No...
We think it's stupid too, but...
Was I taken off the case?
Yes.
-I am going off sick.
-That won't be necessary.
Yes, dear.
No, I'll be just fine.
But...
No, I won't be late tonight.
Right.
Bye-bye, bye-bye.
I...
No.
-What do you mean, no?
-No, no.
I need all my men today.
You're not going home sick.
Then let me do my job.
Why can't I access the Faassen case?
I'm shut out!
That's not my doing.
Then who?
Okay, men.
Let's focus.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I understand
that this is a sensitive issue,
but it's crucial to the investigation
that you consider Theo Kamp...
...a prime suspect,
and not a colleague.
We don't know his role
in the organization,
but there is no doubt
that Theo Kamp is a rogue cop.
Bullshit.
Absolute bullshit.
Really?
What proof do you have?
He beat up your chief.
He removed a suspect
from a safe house without permission.
Maybe he had his reasons.
Nothing against you, Marcel,
but none of us believe for one second
that Kamp has gone rogue.
The past 24 hours no calls were made
from Mick Faassen's phone.
No more calls
were made to the villa.
And that coincides
with the time that you and Theo...
...were on a stakeout there.
Coincidence?
No, just Theo Kamp...
...leaking details
of the investigation again.
That's not proof. Faassen uses
a new SIM card every day.
Fine.
Guy Moliers, you all know
the viceroy of Flanders.
Clemens Van Eck,
Benoit Hazard,
Jean-Marie Bonnuit.
What is Theo Kamp doing
with Belgian criminals?
And, may I remind you...
...that 35 million euros
worth of cannabis was stolen.
Tipped, yes, tipped,
from within these four walls
Theo Kamp wasn't at that meeting.
Exactly.
So somebody
must have told him about it.
For the Justice Department, Theo Kamp
is the prime suspect,
beyond a shadow of a doubt.
If anyone here...
...does not want to work
on this investigation, say so now.
Very well.
Get to work.
-How did it go?
-As expected.
Any news?
-Are you allergic to peanuts?
-No.
How did it go?
Are you allergic to peanuts?
What?
No.
Willem, can I borrow a T-shirt?
I'll go up with you.
Blok has the whole fourth floor
looking for you.
Well?
Is it working out for him?
I need a T-shirt.
Right.
Here.
And Marcel's black eye
didn't really help.
How is he doing?
He's angry.
And he says hello.
And how are you?
Hey, it's none of my business,
but I saw that thing.
Congratulations.
That thing?
So you don't know...
Sorry.
I thought Angela told you, and...
I thought you wanted
to keep it a secret.
Willem?
Willem?
Dinner is ready.
I sent a text message
from my new number. Now we wait.
That can take days, right?
No, he usually answers me right away.
I'm on the run.
I made mistakes,
and I regret them...
I want him back so much...
I'll arrange to meet him in a hotel.
What will you do there?
Make sure he tells me.
How?
I'm his ex...
-No, no, no. No fucking way.
-Yes, that's how we'll do it.
She's right. You catch more flies
with honey than with vinegar.
What's wrong with a fly swatter?
What if he shoots her?
Or worse...
We will be there.
We can take action anytime.
Rascal.
How come you have a new number?
I have been so foolish.
What do you mean?
I thought I was really in love, but...
Maybe I was for a short time,
but...
he's not the one.
-Is that what you're calling me for?
-No.
I escaped.
-Can we meet?
-Why?
Because I want to make up.
Call you later.
Make sure you do.
I will...
Rascal.
Yeah, right.
Bye.
Guys, isn't that your colleague?
-Shit.
-What?
Erik-Jan and Allard.
-Damn, these are new pants.
-What are you doing here?
Blok's orders...
to watch the place, just in case.
Just in case what?
In case Kamp pays you a visit.
Do you really think Theo
is stupid enough to come here?
Do you have another cup of coffee
for me?
-Well?
-They will be here for a while.
What a jolly idea.
Can we talk?
-It is the worst possible time for this.
-What?
But I do think
we should talk about it.
-About what?
-It's still another nine months...
What?
Did they call?
No, no...
-Theo told me.
-What did they say to Theo?
It's happening so fast.
You just got back.
Willem, what are you talking about?
I don't follow you.
That, that thing...
that test, that...
The stick, to be a family of four...
when Tessa comes back, I mean.
I want to keep it,
but we must plan this.
The test is not mine.
But you like the idea?
We'll discuss it when Tessa is back.
Erik-Jan...
Mind if I use the bathroom?
-Yes, it's right here.
-Thanks.
You know why I'm doing this, right?
Yes, but it comes
a bit too easy to you.
Are you jealous?
Are you jealous?
Yes, okay?
Read it.
Read it.
Read it!
I am fine.
I get meals and I'm treated well,
but please do what they say.
Another 24, 24 hours...
I'm not fine at all!
Help me!
Come with me.
Don't do what they tell you.
-If you give them what they want...
-No.
Gaby...
Well, that smells delicious.
What did you make?
Yes, it's a hobby of mine.
Cooking?
I like it too.
Do you have dinner guests?
We figured...
We figured you might want
a bite to eat.
That's very nice of you.
Yes, I'll go get Allard.
Leon?
Can't talk long.
Do you still smoke?
Yes. You?
Two packs.
Okay.
In two hours at the Belinda Hotel.
Code language.
Really?
Yes.
-So why the Belinda Hotel?
-We spent our wedding night there.
Sorry.
All right.
Wait here.
Yes, where else?
Yes, welcome.
Come in.
Nice.
One kiss, just one.
Prick.
One kiss.
Angela, will you check the time?
We have to be on time,
so we must leave in 10 minutes.
I nearly forgot.
We have to go to that...
-introduction to yoga course.
-Yes...
Willem has been wanting to go.
I didn't know you were into yoga.
Yes, so...
we need to get going.
Hey, Willem...
We're not idiots, okay?
We know what's going on here.
We don't believe
Theo's gone rogue either.
Oh, right.
Those photos of Theo in Belgium...
You know what they're about?
Yes, something about his father.
Exactly,
and I told Blok about that.
Did you know that after all this time,
Theo still calls his father?
-Voicemail.
-Fills up his father's voicemail.
A kind of therapy, while the man
disappeared nine years ago.
The odd thing is that someone
still pays for that account.
Isn't that weird?
That's why he's so attached to it.
I would be too,
if it were my father.
Sorry.
-But we really have to get going.
-Yes, sorry.
I hate to ask,
but do you have a small...?
Of course,
I'll get you a container.
Fantastic.
Make sure you stay out of sight.
Now what?
How do we get out unnoticed?
How did that guy
get such a hot wife?
She's not an easy one.
She traveled across India
for a year by herself.
That says it all, I think.
Yeah, Erik-Jan.
It's Theo.
Have you got a second?
Sorry to bother you, but I don't know
who else to call. I trust no one.
-Can we meet?
-You're wanted!
I know,
but I only want to talk to you.
Where are you?
It's beautiful here, but
I don't know if I can go through...
I don't know what's going on with me,
but this can't go on. I...
-Nobody believes me!
-We do. Where are you?
-Theo, where are you?
-Westpoint. On the roof of Westpoint.
I really have to hang up, or...
Let's go.
She's a tough cookie.
You have no idea.
Be careful.
It's hot.
Run!
Hurry up!
We still have an hour and a half.
Let's do something fun.
Leon is always early.
I want to listen in.
We're next door.
Anything happens, we are there.
Mister.
Hey, mister!
Mister!
Stop!
-Stop!
-Watch out!
-Can we use your phone?
-Wait. Can't hear you.
Can we use your phone, please?
Hurry.
-Niessen.
-Willem!
-Tessa. Where are you?
-It's Okay. We escaped.
-Where are you?
-Where are we?
The Tilburg Trappers.
-The ice hockey stadium.
-Tessa, we're on our way.
-Are you all right?
-Gaby, stay here.
Gaby!
No!
Gaby!
Gaby!
No!
Tessa, what's going on?
They shot Gaby!
-I have to go to her.
-Stay where you are. We're on our way!
Don't hide.
I know where you are.
Show yourself.
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,
and welcome!
We are playing
an exciting game tonight:
Cherchez La Fille.
Or: Find the Girl.
We are looking...
...for a 16-
or 17-year-old girl.
Who will it be?
And her name is...
Tessa!
Are you all right, Miss?
Show yourself!
Come on, Tessa.
Where are you?
Show yourself.
No, stop!
Gaby!
Willem!
Willem!
Oh, God...
Hey, hey, stay with me...
-Ambulance service, can I help you?
-Yes.
This is...
Ted van de Parre.
A girl, 16,
was gunned down...
...in the stadium
of the Tilburg Trappers.
Gunshot to the leg, no exit wound.
The bullet is still in.
And she was shot in her back.
Don't move.
Get up slowly.
Where is Tessa?
Where is she?
Call that mate of yours.
Give it here.
Give it.
-Yes?
-Your partner in exchange for Tessa.
I have a pistol
aimed at your daughter.
Mine is on your partner.
Willem, is Gaby all right?
Yes, dear.
Everything is okay.
-Give us our money and you get Tessa.
-We don't have it. Please.
Let my partner go. Contact me through
Freddy van Nuenen. Good luck.
Tessa!
Tessa!
-Maartje.
-Theo, they have Tessa.
Come on, let's go.
We have to go to that hotel.
We're late.
Gaby Faassen?
They tried to reanimate her.
Security images?
All turned off,
in the entire stadium.
A few days now. I understand why:
they found a cell here.
-A cell?
-An improvised one, in a locker room.
They probably held her there,
and it looks like she wasn't alone.
That thing with Theo...
Do we report it or...?
No, let's keep it
to ourselves for now.
-We have the room next door.
-Okay.
I'll leave my phone on,
so you can listen.
Good idea?
Why don't you grab a glass?
Theo.
It was Freddy van Nuenen.
Mick?
All along.
Fucking Freddy van Nuenen.
Nothing happens in Tilburg
without his knowledge, right?
All this time
they were in Tilburg, man,
in the ice hockey stadium.
He gave Gaby's and Tessa's names.
He told them...
...exactly how he could put
pressure on Willem and me.
The mediator.
-Goddamn it.
-Where are you now, Mick?
-I'm going over there to kill him.
-Don't, Mick. We don't have Tessa yet.
We'll get van Nuenen
on another charge. Trust me...
Mick, I'll call you back later.
I really have to hang up now.
Mick?
He's not there.
-I tried calling him, but...
-But what?
This number is no longer in use.
He has a new phone.
But then we were half an hour late.
I should never have gone away.
If she dies, it will be my fault.
I am going to take her home.
Angela...
Angela!
You're not drinking it?
I'll be right in.
Marcel.
-What's going on?
-What do you mean?
I don't understand a damned thing.
Someone called
the emergency number.
The voice sounded an awful lot
like Theo's.
-What is he up to?
-I have no idea.
I should never have burdened you
with Kamp.
Sorry, Marcel. I don't know anything,
honestly.
What a mess!
I'm going to put my wife to bed.
She's...
She's ill.
I hope she feels better soon.
Thank you.
I'm pregnant.
What?
Pregnant?
Yes.
You really make things tough on me.
When I think "this is it,"
you throw new shit at me.
No wonder you wanted to see him.
I thought you wanted us
to catch Leon.
I do.
"Sorry that you're going to jail,
Leon, but when you come out,
I'll be waiting here with our baby."
-Find that funny?
-Yes.
What?
It's your baby.
What...?
How can you be so sure?
Seriously?
Yes, seriously.
How can you be sure?
Telephone...
Hey, rascal.
I'm in the area.
Where are you?
You know which room.
Okay.
See you in a bit.
Bye, rascal.
He's coming over.
Wait, wait.
Here.
Turn your phone on.
Not a good idea.
Nothing will go wrong.
Pregnant.
What a surprise.
-It's just weird.
-What is?
She's in a hotel room with him.
You do know how to pick them.
-What was that?
-He's probably taking his shoes off.
His shoes off.
What the...?
Goddamn it.
Smoke.
They're smoking.
Yes, so?
So she's pregnant. Damn it!
Willem, Willem!
They're going for the money.
They must be.
-That's a good thing.
-Yes.
A little too good.
-Get closer.
-No, he'll see us.
-Yes, or we lose him.
-I won't. You want to drive?
I'd love to!
You had drinks.
Yes, so?
Okay, cover me.
Where is your weapon?
Maartje has it.
What?
You think he...?
-You okay?
-Yes.
Goodbye, Kamp.
-He was going to kill you.
-Easy.
Drop your weapon,
drop it now!
You filthy, fucking whore!
He was taking me to the money,
but he was on to me.
You got too close!
Where is the money,
the drug money?
What did he say?
Where is that money?
What did he say.
Where is that money?
He was texting the buyer.
What was he texting?
Good morning.
We rang the doorbell before,
but no one came to the door, so...
Marcel Verweij, Tilburg police.
I'm sorry for imposing on you
at a time like this.
For the investigation
into your daughter's death,
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Do you have any idea
why your daughter was kidnapped?
Could it be connected
to the death of your son Emiel?
Is your other son, Mick,
here with you?
I no longer have a son.
They found another mattress...
...in the room
where they kept your daughter.
Do you have any idea
who could have been in there with her?
Yes, she had gone out
with a friend: Tessa.
She's the daughter
of your colleague, Willem.
-Were they friends?
-Yes, only recently.
Anyone want to say anything?
Maartje?
It's important that no one knows
he's here for 24 hours.
And I have his jacket, so...
-And his belt and his hat?
-Yes.
-And I want his shoes.
-For the investigation as well?
Okay.
Well...
-I guess you owe me one now.
-Yes, that's right.
Good luck with that.
Thank you.
-Something like this?
-Indeed.
So, you're Leon?
Yes.
Don't panic.
-Willem!
-Tessa.
-What's this?
-Wet leaves, Freddy.
You bastard!
-Tessa!
-Where is she?
-Willem, let go. Let him go.
You want what's yours. I get it.
My employer wants the same.
If Leon is involved,
he has the money.
We take him and exchange him
for Tessa and Gaby.
-You can't do it alone.
-No police.
Leon Duinkerk, Maartje's ex.
-Leon is my only contact.
-But he was more than a contact.
You were married for 18 months.
-Where is Leon Duinkerk?
-I don't know.
I don't.
No, no!
Willem!
There are other ways.
Maartje.
We can use her as bait.
-Shut your face.
-Drop your weapon.
Marcel, don't move.
Help me...
-Sorry, Marcel.
-You son of a bitch.
You said you would look after her.
Believe me. I will get her back.
DIRTY MONEY
Tess.
Tessa.
Are you awake?
No, I'm sleeping.
Jesus, why not say you're awake?
I'm so scared.
-Tess.
-What?
I am so afraid of the dark.
Shoot me.
Shoot me.
Here, right through the head.
-Shoot. Shoot me!
-No!
Here.
You have to eat something.
No food, then.
I'm fucking hungry.
It's bull.
Theo would never do that.
If he did,
it would be for a good reason.
-Hey, Niessen. Have you heard?
-What? Yes, but not right now, guys.
-What's this?
-What?
-I can't access anything.
-No...
We think it's stupid too, but...
Was I taken off the case?
Yes.
-I am going off sick.
-That won't be necessary.
Yes, dear.
No, I'll be just fine.
But...
No, I won't be late tonight.
Right.
Bye-bye, bye-bye.
I...
No.
-What do you mean, no?
-No, no.
I need all my men today.
You're not going home sick.
Then let me do my job.
Why can't I access the Faassen case?
I'm shut out!
That's not my doing.
Then who?
Okay, men.
Let's focus.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I understand
that this is a sensitive issue,
but it's crucial to the investigation
that you consider Theo Kamp...
...a prime suspect,
and not a colleague.
We don't know his role
in the organization,
but there is no doubt
that Theo Kamp is a rogue cop.
Bullshit.
Absolute bullshit.
Really?
What proof do you have?
He beat up your chief.
He removed a suspect
from a safe house without permission.
Maybe he had his reasons.
Nothing against you, Marcel,
but none of us believe for one second
that Kamp has gone rogue.
The past 24 hours no calls were made
from Mick Faassen's phone.
No more calls
were made to the villa.
And that coincides
with the time that you and Theo...
...were on a stakeout there.
Coincidence?
No, just Theo Kamp...
...leaking details
of the investigation again.
That's not proof. Faassen uses
a new SIM card every day.
Fine.
Guy Moliers, you all know
the viceroy of Flanders.
Clemens Van Eck,
Benoit Hazard,
Jean-Marie Bonnuit.
What is Theo Kamp doing
with Belgian criminals?
And, may I remind you...
...that 35 million euros
worth of cannabis was stolen.
Tipped, yes, tipped,
from within these four walls
Theo Kamp wasn't at that meeting.
Exactly.
So somebody
must have told him about it.
For the Justice Department, Theo Kamp
is the prime suspect,
beyond a shadow of a doubt.
If anyone here...
...does not want to work
on this investigation, say so now.
Very well.
Get to work.
-How did it go?
-As expected.
Any news?
-Are you allergic to peanuts?
-No.
How did it go?
Are you allergic to peanuts?
What?
No.
Willem, can I borrow a T-shirt?
I'll go up with you.
Blok has the whole fourth floor
looking for you.
Well?
Is it working out for him?
I need a T-shirt.
Right.
Here.
And Marcel's black eye
didn't really help.
How is he doing?
He's angry.
And he says hello.
And how are you?
Hey, it's none of my business,
but I saw that thing.
Congratulations.
That thing?
So you don't know...
Sorry.
I thought Angela told you, and...
I thought you wanted
to keep it a secret.
Willem?
Willem?
Dinner is ready.
I sent a text message
from my new number. Now we wait.
That can take days, right?
No, he usually answers me right away.
I'm on the run.
I made mistakes,
and I regret them...
I want him back so much...
I'll arrange to meet him in a hotel.
What will you do there?
Make sure he tells me.
How?
I'm his ex...
-No, no, no. No fucking way.
-Yes, that's how we'll do it.
She's right. You catch more flies
with honey than with vinegar.
What's wrong with a fly swatter?
What if he shoots her?
Or worse...
We will be there.
We can take action anytime.
Rascal.
How come you have a new number?
I have been so foolish.
What do you mean?
I thought I was really in love, but...
Maybe I was for a short time,
but...
he's not the one.
-Is that what you're calling me for?
-No.
I escaped.
-Can we meet?
-Why?
Because I want to make up.
Call you later.
Make sure you do.
I will...
Rascal.
Yeah, right.
Bye.
Guys, isn't that your colleague?
-Shit.
-What?
Erik-Jan and Allard.
-Damn, these are new pants.
-What are you doing here?
Blok's orders...
to watch the place, just in case.
Just in case what?
In case Kamp pays you a visit.
Do you really think Theo
is stupid enough to come here?
Do you have another cup of coffee
for me?
-Well?
-They will be here for a while.
What a jolly idea.
Can we talk?
-It is the worst possible time for this.
-What?
But I do think
we should talk about it.
-About what?
-It's still another nine months...
What?
Did they call?
No, no...
-Theo told me.
-What did they say to Theo?
It's happening so fast.
You just got back.
Willem, what are you talking about?
I don't follow you.
That, that thing...
that test, that...
The stick, to be a family of four...
when Tessa comes back, I mean.
I want to keep it,
but we must plan this.
The test is not mine.
But you like the idea?
We'll discuss it when Tessa is back.
Erik-Jan...
Mind if I use the bathroom?
-Yes, it's right here.
-Thanks.
You know why I'm doing this, right?
Yes, but it comes
a bit too easy to you.
Are you jealous?
Are you jealous?
Yes, okay?
Read it.
Read it.
Read it!
I am fine.
I get meals and I'm treated well,
but please do what they say.
Another 24, 24 hours...
I'm not fine at all!
Help me!
Come with me.
Don't do what they tell you.
-If you give them what they want...
-No.
Gaby...
Well, that smells delicious.
What did you make?
Yes, it's a hobby of mine.
Cooking?
I like it too.
Do you have dinner guests?
We figured...
We figured you might want
a bite to eat.
That's very nice of you.
Yes, I'll go get Allard.
Leon?
Can't talk long.
Do you still smoke?
Yes. You?
Two packs.
Okay.
In two hours at the Belinda Hotel.
Code language.
Really?
Yes.
-So why the Belinda Hotel?
-We spent our wedding night there.
Sorry.
All right.
Wait here.
Yes, where else?
Yes, welcome.
Come in.
Nice.
One kiss, just one.
Prick.
One kiss.
Angela, will you check the time?
We have to be on time,
so we must leave in 10 minutes.
I nearly forgot.
We have to go to that...
-introduction to yoga course.
-Yes...
Willem has been wanting to go.
I didn't know you were into yoga.
Yes, so...
we need to get going.
Hey, Willem...
We're not idiots, okay?
We know what's going on here.
We don't believe
Theo's gone rogue either.
Oh, right.
Those photos of Theo in Belgium...
You know what they're about?
Yes, something about his father.
Exactly,
and I told Blok about that.
Did you know that after all this time,
Theo still calls his father?
-Voicemail.
-Fills up his father's voicemail.
A kind of therapy, while the man
disappeared nine years ago.
The odd thing is that someone
still pays for that account.
Isn't that weird?
That's why he's so attached to it.
I would be too,
if it were my father.
Sorry.
-But we really have to get going.
-Yes, sorry.
I hate to ask,
but do you have a small...?
Of course,
I'll get you a container.
Fantastic.
Make sure you stay out of sight.
Now what?
How do we get out unnoticed?
How did that guy
get such a hot wife?
She's not an easy one.
She traveled across India
for a year by herself.
That says it all, I think.
Yeah, Erik-Jan.
It's Theo.
Have you got a second?
Sorry to bother you, but I don't know
who else to call. I trust no one.
-Can we meet?
-You're wanted!
I know,
but I only want to talk to you.
Where are you?
It's beautiful here, but
I don't know if I can go through...
I don't know what's going on with me,
but this can't go on. I...
-Nobody believes me!
-We do. Where are you?
-Theo, where are you?
-Westpoint. On the roof of Westpoint.
I really have to hang up, or...
Let's go.
She's a tough cookie.
You have no idea.
Be careful.
It's hot.
Run!
Hurry up!
We still have an hour and a half.
Let's do something fun.
Leon is always early.
I want to listen in.
We're next door.
Anything happens, we are there.
Mister.
Hey, mister!
Mister!
Stop!
-Stop!
-Watch out!
-Can we use your phone?
-Wait. Can't hear you.
Can we use your phone, please?
Hurry.
-Niessen.
-Willem!
-Tessa. Where are you?
-It's Okay. We escaped.
-Where are you?
-Where are we?
The Tilburg Trappers.
-The ice hockey stadium.
-Tessa, we're on our way.
-Are you all right?
-Gaby, stay here.
Gaby!
No!
Gaby!
Gaby!
No!
Tessa, what's going on?
They shot Gaby!
-I have to go to her.
-Stay where you are. We're on our way!
Don't hide.
I know where you are.
Show yourself.
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,
and welcome!
We are playing
an exciting game tonight:
Cherchez La Fille.
Or: Find the Girl.
We are looking...
...for a 16-
or 17-year-old girl.
Who will it be?
And her name is...
Tessa!
Are you all right, Miss?
Show yourself!
Come on, Tessa.
Where are you?
Show yourself.
No, stop!
Gaby!
Willem!
Willem!
Oh, God...
Hey, hey, stay with me...
-Ambulance service, can I help you?
-Yes.
This is...
Ted van de Parre.
A girl, 16,
was gunned down...
...in the stadium
of the Tilburg Trappers.
Gunshot to the leg, no exit wound.
The bullet is still in.
And she was shot in her back.
Don't move.
Get up slowly.
Where is Tessa?
Where is she?
Call that mate of yours.
Give it here.
Give it.
-Yes?
-Your partner in exchange for Tessa.
I have a pistol
aimed at your daughter.
Mine is on your partner.
Willem, is Gaby all right?
Yes, dear.
Everything is okay.
-Give us our money and you get Tessa.
-We don't have it. Please.
Let my partner go. Contact me through
Freddy van Nuenen. Good luck.
Tessa!
Tessa!
-Maartje.
-Theo, they have Tessa.
Come on, let's go.
We have to go to that hotel.
We're late.
Gaby Faassen?
They tried to reanimate her.
Security images?
All turned off,
in the entire stadium.
A few days now. I understand why:
they found a cell here.
-A cell?
-An improvised one, in a locker room.
They probably held her there,
and it looks like she wasn't alone.
That thing with Theo...
Do we report it or...?
No, let's keep it
to ourselves for now.
-We have the room next door.
-Okay.
I'll leave my phone on,
so you can listen.
Good idea?
Why don't you grab a glass?
Theo.
It was Freddy van Nuenen.
Mick?
All along.
Fucking Freddy van Nuenen.
Nothing happens in Tilburg
without his knowledge, right?
All this time
they were in Tilburg, man,
in the ice hockey stadium.
He gave Gaby's and Tessa's names.
He told them...
...exactly how he could put
pressure on Willem and me.
The mediator.
-Goddamn it.
-Where are you now, Mick?
-I'm going over there to kill him.
-Don't, Mick. We don't have Tessa yet.
We'll get van Nuenen
on another charge. Trust me...
Mick, I'll call you back later.
I really have to hang up now.
Mick?
He's not there.
-I tried calling him, but...
-But what?
This number is no longer in use.
He has a new phone.
But then we were half an hour late.
I should never have gone away.
If she dies, it will be my fault.
I am going to take her home.
Angela...
Angela!
You're not drinking it?
I'll be right in.
Marcel.
-What's going on?
-What do you mean?
I don't understand a damned thing.
Someone called
the emergency number.
The voice sounded an awful lot
like Theo's.
-What is he up to?
-I have no idea.
I should never have burdened you
with Kamp.
Sorry, Marcel. I don't know anything,
honestly.
What a mess!
I'm going to put my wife to bed.
She's...
She's ill.
I hope she feels better soon.
Thank you.
I'm pregnant.
What?
Pregnant?
Yes.
You really make things tough on me.
When I think "this is it,"
you throw new shit at me.
No wonder you wanted to see him.
I thought you wanted us
to catch Leon.
I do.
"Sorry that you're going to jail,
Leon, but when you come out,
I'll be waiting here with our baby."
-Find that funny?
-Yes.
What?
It's your baby.
What...?
How can you be so sure?
Seriously?
Yes, seriously.
How can you be sure?
Telephone...
Hey, rascal.
I'm in the area.
Where are you?
You know which room.
Okay.
See you in a bit.
Bye, rascal.
He's coming over.
Wait, wait.
Here.
Turn your phone on.
Not a good idea.
Nothing will go wrong.
Pregnant.
What a surprise.
-It's just weird.
-What is?
She's in a hotel room with him.
You do know how to pick them.
-What was that?
-He's probably taking his shoes off.
His shoes off.
What the...?
Goddamn it.
Smoke.
They're smoking.
Yes, so?
So she's pregnant. Damn it!
Willem, Willem!
They're going for the money.
They must be.
-That's a good thing.
-Yes.
A little too good.
-Get closer.
-No, he'll see us.
-Yes, or we lose him.
-I won't. You want to drive?
I'd love to!
You had drinks.
Yes, so?
Okay, cover me.
Where is your weapon?
Maartje has it.
What?
You think he...?
-You okay?
-Yes.
Goodbye, Kamp.
-He was going to kill you.
-Easy.
Drop your weapon,
drop it now!
You filthy, fucking whore!
He was taking me to the money,
but he was on to me.
You got too close!
Where is the money,
the drug money?
What did he say?
Where is that money?
What did he say.
Where is that money?
He was texting the buyer.
What was he texting?
Good morning.
We rang the doorbell before,
but no one came to the door, so...
Marcel Verweij, Tilburg police.
I'm sorry for imposing on you
at a time like this.
For the investigation
into your daughter's death,
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Do you have any idea
why your daughter was kidnapped?
Could it be connected
to the death of your son Emiel?
Is your other son, Mick,
here with you?
I no longer have a son.
They found another mattress...
...in the room
where they kept your daughter.
Do you have any idea
who could have been in there with her?
Yes, she had gone out
with a friend: Tessa.
She's the daughter
of your colleague, Willem.
-Were they friends?
-Yes, only recently.
Anyone want to say anything?
Maartje?
It's important that no one knows
he's here for 24 hours.
And I have his jacket, so...
-And his belt and his hat?
-Yes.
-And I want his shoes.
-For the investigation as well?
Okay.
Well...
-I guess you owe me one now.
-Yes, that's right.
Good luck with that.
Thank you.
-Something like this?
-Indeed.
So, you're Leon?
Yes.
Don't panic.
-Willem!
-Tessa.
-What's this?
-Wet leaves, Freddy.
You bastard!