♪ ♪
PIET: There's a van parked up across the street from us.
It's probably nothing, but you want to check it out?
♪ ♪
Eddie, where are you?
Daan!
(glass and metal shattering)
(phone ringing) Bibi Franken rang.
Said she was waiting for me.
You have any idea where?
Wherever would mess with your head the most.
♪ ♪
(thunder claps)
(whimpering)
(click)
♪ ♪
BIBI: Ah, and this one. (clicks tongue)
Daan's, like, six,
building sandcastles on the beach-- that's, that's Xavi.
So sweet together.
Hmm, they were so close.
Precious memories.
They were such happy days.
You took your time.
You all right, mate? Reasonable.
(chuckles): He's anything but reasonable.
For some reason,
he didn't want to give us your telephone number.
So, we had to, um, loosen his grip to liberate his phone.
Could've just rung the station.
Oh, no, no, no--
it's much better to come
to your little hideout.
We even thought about your scabby boat.
Where's Sergeant Suleman?
Please, sit.
You like your games, don't you?
I like to make my presence felt.
I like to be in control.
Which is why the present situation concerns me.
Please, sit.
No, thanks.
What do you want? Same as you.
To find out who did this.
Are you joking?
Got children?
Not yet. Well,
if and when you do, perhaps you'll understand
what it might feel like
for someone to take your child's life.
I didn't have you down as the sentimental mother type.
Sentimental, no.
Vengeful, yeah.
What have you done with Sergeant Suleman?
♪ ♪
(stirring)
(engine stops, door opens)
(door closes)
LUCIENNE: We have Jacko Gallas in custody for the murder of Gregor Albers.
Did you order that killing? Seriously.
If I wanted Gregor dead,
I wouldn't have got Jacko to do it.
So where does Sofie Lommel fit in?
Who?
She managed some venues of yours.
You want to tell us about her?
That'll be a no, then-- it's funny, that.
Got the same response from your son.
Just before you killed him.
The pain of losing Daan is unimaginable.
And yet here you are.
My strength lies in my resilience.
My virtue in my pride.
I didn't kill my son.
People often murder people they love.
I mean, both Gregor and Daan betrayed you.
They're men-- it's in their DNA.
LUCIENNE: Let me get this straight.
Two people on their way to a preliminary hearing
to give information against you are killed,
if not by you, then who?
Maybe I've got a friend,
thought they were doing me a favor. Hm.
Or more likely an enemy
who wants to pin a double murder on me.
Well, why wouldn't they let the legal process do that?
Cynics seem to think I buy judges.
Do you?
I want to know who did this as much as you do,
whether you want to blame me or not.
So, why don't we work together?
What do you say?
We say no.
Right, I'm going home.
Stop by any time.
I mean, we could just arrest you.
You could try.
PIET: Lena.
What are you doing here?
I, uh, got a message
to come, and...
Ah, isn't that nice?
Found happiness at last, have we?
Oh, sorry about that, that was us that called you.
Just, you know, so everyone could be together.
(door closes)
Hey.
Do you have Bibi Franken's fingerprints on file?
Never been arrested.
Well, you got them now.
Nice one-- we'll bag it.
They found Eddie's phone.
Roadside where the van was parked-- you were right.
Van was parked up in a blind spot.
Were tech able to follow where it went?
Only briefly, and then the cameras just lost him.
PIET (sighs): Okay, okay.
You okay?
Yeah, I mean, it ruined the jacket, but...
See you later?
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Guess what happened to me.
(swallows)
Well, you didn't do it because you were here.
So, who did?
You know her?
Well, it looks to me like you do.
She ran a string of bars for the Frankens.
So?
I don't know everyone that works for them.
Maybe seen her around,
I don't know.
One of my officers is missing.
You know anything about that?
So it's you and how many more?
Why don't you ask Bibi?
So no mention of Bibi earlier.
Now he's pointing the finger.
He lied about Sofie Lommel, too.
He knew her-- it was written all over his face.
So what are we saying?
She worked for the Frankens and her death
was something to do with Gregor and Daan?
Maybe she knew something and they silenced her?
What do we know about her family?
Just the mother, Maud.
No father named on the birth certificate,
but I asked for a name: Michael Becker.
Right, let's check him out.
HENDRIK: Piet, postmortem on Daan Franken
revealed several tiny particles
of bomb fragments containing lithium.
Now, I'm no bomb expert-- well...
(sighs): Just spit it out.
It's consistent with certain types of batteries
used to power electronics, hmm?
Fits with a detonation
via what? A smartphone?
Great, thanks.
Couldn't do it without you, Hendrik.
Uh, what he means is, what does that tell us?
Bomb was detonated.
Triggered remotely probably via wireless communication.
Now, if I was a betting man... Which you are.
...bomber would need to be quite close to the scene.
Like, at the scene. Boom!
Hey...
LUCIENNE: She's pleased to see you.
Yeah, probably just smelled the cordite.
Eddie? No news.
It's not your fault.
Really?
I asked Eddie
to check the van.
I mentioned the van to Baz, Daan, and Anton.
LUCIENNE: Yeah, but
Anton denied all knowledge, Daan's dead,
and Baz is injured in hospital.
He's hardly going to blow up a bomb
when he's stood right next to it.
And for the record, we've done a sweep of both safe houses
and all the vehicles.
There's no bugs.
Well, it must be Kalie, then.
Oh, yeah.
About that.
Oh, talk of the devil.
A word-- now, please.
Your department accessed my file
and have been asking questions about me.
If you want another date, just ask me.
(chortles): I don't.
Why are you resisting my involvement?
Always did.
Not how I remember it, baby face.
Yeah, can you not call me that, please?
Oh, I'll call you what I want.
Okay.
Let's just keep the past out of it, shall we?
The point is, you could be the killer.
I'd need motive.
To kill you, yes.
Gregor, no.
Daan, why?
Anything else to go on?
Yeah, yeah, I've, uh, seen your temper.
I thought we were keeping the past out of this.
Not to mention your complete lack of empathy.
(laughs)
Coming from you?
Wow!
Oh, not just me.
Not just me-- I have my sources.
Your dog is not a source.
My dog is dead!
I know!
And it's not my fault he died,
and it's not my fault he didn't like me.
She.
Mandy was a she.
Can we get back to the case? Please.
Whatever Gregor had done in the past,
like us, he was trying to get over it,
like us, he was trying to move on, and like us,
he was doing the right thing.
My job, my promise to him,
was to protect him, and I failed.
I mean, if you're asking to help out...
I'm not. Right.
I'm not asking for anything; I'm telling you,
I'm working on this case whether you like it or not.
I know the guys who run security at the compound.
Me and Baz liaised with them over this whole thing.
I want to know who did this.
Because it matters, because it means something,
because it hurts.
Is this you bluffing?
Do you know what your problem is, Piet?
No, but I'd, I'd love you to tell me.
Trust.
Why is that?
Where did that come from?
You never did say.
Maybe one day, you'll explain that to whoever is in your life.
And maybe not trusting is why you're a good detective,
but it doesn't make you the best human being in the world.
(exhales)
I trust my team.
And I trust my instincts.
Really?
And what do your instincts tell you right now, about me?
Innocent or guilty?
Which is it?
Innocent.
But I could be bluffing.
(door opens and closes)
♪ ♪
(coughing softly)
(coughing heavily)
(swallows, gasps)
Apologies, gentlemen.
It's enough to wake the dead, isn't it?
(exhales)
♪ ♪
Did you get a confession out of Kalie, then?
You know, she could be quite useful.
Don't you start.
What's this about you thinking of having kids?
"Not yet," you said.
Not ruling it in, not ruling it out.
You never mentioned it before.
Would that be on your own or with someone?
Don't know.
You ever thought about it?
Me?
Don't be ridiculous.
(people talking in background)
(slots machine playing)
How'd you find me?
Oh, all the washed-up lawyers drink here.
We figured you'd be drowning your sorrows.
Trust me now, do we?
Not necessarily-- you know, it could be guilt.
But we need a favor-- is that out of the question?
Not in a civilized world.
But this isn't a civilized world, is it?
And here was us hoping that you were a nice kind of guy.
Nice guys finish last.
(game ends) So yeah, I'm all out of favors.
We need to read everything you got on the case:
research, evidence, testimonies-- the lot.
Can't do that.
Lawyer-client blah-blah, I know.
What have you got to lose?
Accreditation, career, reputation.
Well, your reputation's shot anyway.
I'd be struck off.
What if Bibi's being framed?
What if I'm Jimmy Stewart?
We're serious.
Who stands to benefit if Bibi's put away?
Humanity.
As a whole.
We need to figure out what's going on and why,
and to do that, we need everything you got.
Nope.
More drinks.
Well, you can do what you want,
but I'm gonna fight for this lost cause
and every other lost cause in (muted)damn history.
And you know why?
Because once Justice walks out of the building,
once Truth walks out of the door,
we're all shot.
Jimmy Stewart.
"Mr. Smith Goes to Washington."
No, that's not it.
I know that film backwards, and that's not in it.
Okay, I made it up, but that's not the point.
The answer is no.
(slots machine playing)
Do you know what really bothers me?
I work all the hours God gives.
No social life, no partner, no sleep.
I'm a joke to everyone, and for what?
I don't even have the money to look after my offices.
Broken windows at the back,
loose hinges, fit to drop at any second.
♪ ♪
(door rattles)
(softly): Just hold that-- hold it!
All right! Just here.
Keep it steady, keep it steady.
(door creaking)
Ah, even better.
♪ ♪
(flashlight switch clicks) Like a herd of bloody elephants.
Come on, then-- where do we start?
We're looking for anything on Sofie Lommel.
(flashlight switch clicks)
JULIA: Needle in a haystack, right?
(mumbles)
I'm not sure about that.
Cash flow reports for every bar Sofie Lommel ran.
Got the draft accounts and the official ones.
And there's a big difference between the two.
Money laundering.
If Sofie Lommel was money laundering for them,
why kill her?
PIET: I'm not sure she was.
She didn't sign off on them.
Someone else did.
Xavi Franken.
Right, maybe we'll pop in for breakfast.
♪ ♪
(inhales)
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(coughs)
(exhales)
Cheers.
(breathing softly)
♪ ♪
(page turning)
And did you get any sleep?
No.
No news on Eddie, I take it?
(footsteps thumping)
It's okay, it's locked.
(metal clanking)
♪ ♪
(metal clanks)
(object shifts, footsteps approaching)
Hey.
I bought you a coffee.
Double espresso macchiato, right?
Right.
Oh, sorry.
I didn't expect him to have company.
Why not?
KALIE: Oh, you...
You clearly haven't known him long.
I've known him quite a while, actually.
You?
Uh, Lena, this is, um...
Um...
Oh, is it-- Kalie, that's it!
Kalie, that's Lena.
Nice to meet you.
How come you knew how to get in?
Oh, she's, she's, um, she's police security.
She's very good at picking locks.
Very tricksy. I know where the spare key lives.
He showed me.
Did he now?
(weakly): I don't recall.
Me and him used to be, um...
Got that.
It ended badly-- well, in fact,
it, it didn't, it didn't, it didn't start well, either.
The middle any good?
Not great, not great.
Why are you here?
I think I've found your bomber.
Goes by the name of Frans Tanner.
We know.
No, you don't.
The head of security at the compound
checked everyone who had access yesterday,
only there's no official record of him working there.
You could just be feeding me this.
Hm, or...
You could trust me.
And for what it's worth,
I'm sorry about Mandy.
(hatch opens and shuts) Mandy?
Did I ever tell you why I
fuss over Dahlman's dogs, but don't have my own?
Because you don't want the responsibility.
No, it wasn't always the case.
Before Sniffer, before Trojan,
I had a rescue dog, Mandy.
She got ill.
What's that got to do with Kalie?
She didn't like her.
Well, maybe she's not a dog person.
No, no, no, Mandy didn't like Kalie.
Kalie was with her when she passed.
I was at work.
And I regret that the last thing she saw was Kalie.
And that's why you ended it?
Well, not entirely, but it, it didn't help.
And she's a bit in your face, as well. (chuckles)
I definitely wasn't ready for that then.
Are you ready for that now?
With you?
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Long night, right?
Longer morning.
Although this guy, Frans Tanner?
Not legit security.
Let's check the military.
If he's our bomber, he knows explosives.
Where did you get this?
Kalie.
That's useful.
Maybe we should loop her in.
Yeah, maybe you should think again.
She knows the case.
She's been all over it.
Yeah, like a rash.
Hiya.
Not off work with grief, then.
Um, yeah, I've got a business to run.
Yeah, we want a word about that.
Can I? Yeah.
Hang on a minute, hang on.
Hang on, just, uh, checking there's no bomb.
Can you not do that?
(loudly): I like the feel of this place.
Good vibe.
Wholesome.
Really like the name.
So, uh, on brand.
LUCIENNE: Venus Fly Trap!
Named after a plant that looks great
and then kills mercilessly.
Where'd you get the inspiration for that from?
I don't know, it just, just came to me.
We need to talk to you about money laundering.
Oh!
You got any sesame seeds to go with the acai berries?
I think we're out of them.
Was it your mum who taught you how to money launder?
I mean, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?
Even if it is organic.
Look.
Okay, what makes you think
I have anything to do with money laundering?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I can't divulge sources. Ah.
Do you want the Venus porridge
or the granola bowl?
Mm, Venus, every time.
Of course, you get why we're asking.
Your dear old mum-- she's fine, by the way.
Yeah, I'd say she sends her regards,
but she didn't-- funny, that.
Anyway, she insists she's innocent of the murders.
LUCIENNE: Which only makes sense
if someone else is responsible for them.
Someone else who stood to lose if the hearing took place.
Yeah-- oh, someone like you.
Oh, my God.
LUCIENNE: And not just this chain of restaurants, either.
There's also the bars that Sofie Lommel ran.
She's dead, too.
Yeah, was Sofie Lommel involved in the money laundering?
Something go wrong?
What?
Look, I, I have no idea what you guys are talking about
at all. I mean, we could do this at the police station.
Only the food, it, it's not as good.
Yeah, maybe you should talk to my lawyer.
Come on, don't be like that.
I don't care if you cooked the books.
But I do care about dead people.
You know this guy
by any chance?
We think he might have blown your brother
to bits.
Why?
So I think
we should do this through the lawyers.
Give him a call.
♪ ♪
Jesus.
You look terrible, man.
Well, you can talk!
Anyway, you should see me on the inside.
Hair of the dog?
No, I've had my last.
I've decided to quit.
(chuckling): Hm.
(scraping, grunting)
(panting)
(scraping)
(band snaps, Eddie gasps)
(panting)
You are a forensics guy, man, not a doctor.
You shouldn't jump to conclusions.
My work's all about conclusions.
Certainties, deductions, endings, facts.
Anyway, I am a doctor.
Not for people with a pulse.
You gonna tell Piet?
No.
Nor are you.
Gotta go to work.
Got fingerprints to chase.
Take care, huh?
So we think maybe Jacko here
was working in tandem with Frans Tanner.
That makes sense, right?
What's the connection with Sofie?
Well, Jacko and Sofie both worked for the Frankens.
I mean, he said he didn't know her, but clearly he did.
I don't know, could be friends?
Lovers? And Tanner?
No idea-- you got a plan?
No.
Yeah.
Maybe.
Actually, no.
We might need a bit more than that.
Well, we've got to do something. (exhales)
Let's wing it.
Call that a plan?
Great!
PIET: It's not going well, is it, Jacko?
I mean, one, you got caught.
Two, we found out about Frans Tanner.
He a friend of yours?
PIET: And three,
despite what you said earlier,
we don't think Bibi Franken's
responsible for the murders.
Which is what you wanted us to think, wasn't it?
PIET: What was Sofie Lommel to you?
Just another lowlife criminal?
Same as you, was she?
Started on the small stuff, worked her way up?
You know nothing.
I know she's dead.
I know she was money-laundering scum.
She had nothing to do with that.
Oh, yeah, she did-- she was up to her neck in it.
No, you got it wrong.
No, she was as corrupt as hell.
No, she wasn't!
She refused to be part of it.
And that's why it's...
That's why what?
Come on, what have you got to lose?
It's not like you're going anywhere, is it?
Did Gregor Albers drive the car that killed her?
Is that why you killed him?
Because she was your girlfriend.
♪ ♪
Well, there's your motive, right there.
(clearing throat)
Yeah, that wasn't a sick cough, it was a cough for attention.
Yeah, we're a bit busy.
Yeah, well, you're gonna like this.
As a matter of routine, forensics took prints
at both safe houses.
Now, of course they did, it's their job to it.
(sniffs): Say what you like about forensics,
they're very, uh, forensic.
Should we pull up chairs or what?
No, but you might want to show some grace
and dignity and patience, Piet.
(coughs)
As you know,
Cliff rather deftly managed to do
what none of you lot have done
and took the fingerprints of Bibi Franken.
Okay.
So?
Her fingerprints are all over both safe houses.
♪ ♪
PIET: Still no news on Eddie?
How the hell did Bibi Franken get access to both safe houses?
Someone on the inside?
Mentioning no names, of course-- begins with a K,
ends in -alie.
Yeah, she speaks very highly of you, too.
Yeah, I bet she does.
Isn't the question not just how,
but why Bibi Franken would visit the safe houses?
Does she need a reason?
Seems odd to me.
Frans Tanner isn't Frans Tanner.
There's no official record of him anywhere,
including the military.
So he knows how to fake an I.D.
We got any news on Baz van Zijl?
Oh, kept in overnight, but going home today, thankfully.
Have we got any footage of the explosion?
Sure.
If we think Jacko was involved with Sofie,
could Frans Tanner be related?
Brother, maybe?
Mother said Sofie was an only child.
Yeah, just because Maud Lommel
only had one child
doesn't necessarily mean Sofie didn't have siblings.
I mean, half-siblings.
Dad could have had kids with someone else.
What was the father's name again?
Michael Becker.
Only we've drawn a blank against him, as well.
Maybe that's the point.
Frans Tanner, Michael Becker.
Someone who knows how to fake I.Ds.
I know what we missed.
We need to get Bibi Franken to talk.
(gate clangs in distance)
(footsteps approaching)
(key turning)
(yelps)
(yelping)
(yelps)
(panting)
Okay, I want answers and I want out of here.
So, you better start talking now!
Just stay out of it-- it's none of your business.
You made it my business.
(groans)
♪ ♪
I'm here for Bibi.
She'll see me.
(door closes)
BIBI: ...issues-- let me deal with it.
(knocks softly) Yeah, come.
(Lucienne whistles)
Who says crime doesn't pay?
Very cozy.
Is flying the nest harder than you thought?
Or maybe
families that slay together stay together?
So what is this, then, like, a baseless accusation?
Another one?
Truth about Sofie Lommel would be nice.
Or is that too much to ask?
(inhales)
Are you okay for air?
Imagine the oxygen's quite thin up there
on your high horse.
Surprised you don't have a nosebleed.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ ♪
LUCIENNE: We want to offer you a deal.
We don't do plea bargains.
Hm. Nor do we.
But we want to offer you the opportunity
to come face to face with your son's killer.
♪ ♪
In exchange for...
Using you as bait.
But you're gonna have to get rid of the muscle.
(exhales) All the henchmen.
And why would we agree to that?
Your son's killer's
not gonna turn up when you're surrounded by security,
and, believe me, they will know.
I'm sorry, um...
Like, are you insane?
Yeah, maybe.
But that's why we'll be here.
(Xavi chuckles)
All right.
I agree.
(snaps)
(sighs)
(phone rings)
HENDRIK: Piet?
Bibi Franken's fingerprints.
It's a wild goose chase, I'm afraid.
I mean, yeah, there's a lot of them,
but it doesn't mean she's been in the safe houses.
Right, you might have to explain that to me.
Well, they're all portable items, you know?
And I think they've been planted here
and at the other safe house-- bits and bobs.
Everyday stuff she wouldn't have missed.
Okay, that a former pickpocket like Jacko
could have stolen without her knowing to frame her.
Exactly.
Clever, huh?
(sighs): Look...
I've not been on top of my game, all right?
And, um,
I've been conned and I fell for it.
No, you didn't-- what you on about?
You figured it.
(button presses)
(coughs softly)
(shutter clicks) Thank you.
(phone chimes)
(phone rings)
(Velcro tears)
EDDIE: Hey, you miss me? Eddie?
You okay?
Oh, you know, just chillin'.
♪ ♪
Got my assailant, though.
White male, early 20s.
All right, the name's Frans Tanner.
Only it's not.
We need to find out who he is urgently.
How?
I don't know-- just think of something.
♪ ♪
(engine stops)
♪ ♪
Heard they were discharging you.
Yeah, thank God.
I'm not the best patient.
How's the case going?
We're getting there.
I can't really discuss it in detail,
apart from to say Bibi Franken's being framed.
And I need to know who by.
Yeah, this yard I'm in, I've checked it out.
And I know who Frans Tanner is.
Turns out it's a family affair.
Sofie Lommel was his half-sister.
And I know who the father is.
How're we doing with Bibi Franken?
LUCIENNE: She agreed.
Baz van Zijl?
Yeah, yeah, he'll play ball.
I spoke to a special forces veteran
who worked undercover with Michael Becker.
You were right-- it's a fake name.
Turns out it's quite a family affair.
Frans is Sofie's half-brother, working with her father,
who we happen to know.
Eddie figured it.
He's in one piece, he's bringing Frans in.
He's fine. (both exhale)
JULIA: Thank God.
Oh, and you two, be careful.
Sure.
We have backup.
♪ ♪
The muscle's all gone, is it?
You got any guns hidden anywhere?
We keep our side of the bargain,
you keep yours.
XAVI: You guys are professional, right?
Am I, am I going to look out the window,
or are you going to help me?
Killer's a pro-- won't come in the front.
And what makes you think he or she is going to come at all?
We said you were innocent and would walk free.
Got the impression it didn't go down too well.
♪ ♪
(door opening, creaking)
♪ ♪
(murmurs)
♪ ♪
Hey.
You can put the gun down.
Come on, we're all friends here.
Baz, meet the Frankens, the Frankens,
meet Baz van Zijl.
Or should I say Michael Becker?
How did you know?
We watched the explosion.
You didn't run back to the car.
You raised your arm
just a split second too soon.
You knew what was about to happen.
Just close enough to get injured
so we didn't suspect you, but not close enough to get killed.
Risky.
I wouldn't have cared if I got killed.
BIBI: So...
You killed my son.
An eye for an eye and a son for a daughter.
Sofie worked hard for you,
and she stood up to you.
Unlike your pathetic, spineless sons.
Now, now.
We were a real family, not like yours.
You don't have that in your life and you never will.
We came to it late, but it was all the stronger for that.
Forgive me if I don't cry.
I should kill you right now.
PIET: Come on, you're not going
to kill her in cold blood.
You're a professional.
You want answers.
I'm done with answers.
(gun drops, Baz groans)
(gasping)
(Piet exhales)
(drawer opens)
Looking for this?
Okay.
You thought you could take me on.
You were wrong.
KALIE: Well, I don't think so.
Let him go.
Guns on the floor-- I mean it.
(guns dropping)
If you want your son to live,
start talking now.
Why'd you have Sofie killed?
(inhales) Mum, don't.
Stop it.
Talk!
Don't! Don't!
She wouldn't be bought.
She found out about the money laundering
and threatened to go public.
Daan?
Wanted to take over.
I needed a show of strength to know he was
capable.
You got Daan to have Sofie killed,
and then went back on your word.
BIBI (softly): I changed my mind.
(aloud): Xavi wanted to come back under my wing.
He was always the stronger,
more capable...
Trying to break away and all that.
Sofie died for nothing.
Kill him!
Don't! (Xavi whimpers)
Don't!
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She's with us.
We just needed the confession.
You're under arrest for ordering the murder of Sofie Lommel.
KALIE: Here we go.
Let's go. LUCIENNE: Yeah.
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You know, there are ways
of bringing people down.
This was for the little people.
The ones nobody fights for.
I do.
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(car door opens)
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
(car door closes)
Enjoy pointing a gun at me, did you?
(car door opens) You know I did.
(car door closes) Thanks for ringing.
Didn't know you still had my number.
No, Lucienne gave it to me.
No, I didn't.
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KALIE: So,
you trusted me in the end.
Maybe there's hope for you after all.
See you around, van der Valk.
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There you are!
(both chuckling)
You want to get in?
Give you a lift to the Scheltema.
I'd rather walk, to be honest-- had enough of vehicles.
Let's walk, then.
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If I get a ticket, I won't be happy.
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(click)
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PIET: Our prime suspect is someone
who's been missing, presumed dead.
FLINN: They want their money!
They'll be coming for me next, and you!
(dog barking)
(grunts)
I am your best chance of finding her.
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