♪ ♪
TYCHO: We have a moral obligation to the world.
How are you going to protect it?
Somebody better start talking.
I know who you're working for.
(tires screeching, horns honking) Move!
JULIA: Two dead bodies in quick succession.
He'd stop anyone getting close.
You're lying!
(glass shatters) You can't tell me that!
(loudly): Have I ever asked any favors before?
It's my life, Piet-- let me deal with it my way.
♪ ♪
(thunder claps)
(whimpering)
(click)
♪ ♪
(gulls squawking)
HENDRIK: The answer, Piet, is no.
It's just an appointment.
I could take you first thing.
I'm not going to see a doctor in the morning
or any other morning.
Tests, scans-- do I look like a pin cushion?
(exhales)
I'm not in denial and I'm not doing an ostrich.
I just want to suck the marrow out of life
for as long as I've got.
Let the dice fall where they may.
You don't even know what you got.
I mean, you, you could be wrong.
Hypothetically.
But when you're the game I'm in, you get a feel for death.
(exhales): I can sense her presence, see the blacks of her eyes,
feel the caress of her tendrils.
You're playing God.
Indeed I am.
But what? Learned that from you.
Like everything else.
Stubbornness, bluntness,
insensitivity.
(chuckles)
A moodiness bordering on psychosis. Yeah, all right!
All right! It's my life, Piet.
No one can say otherwise-- you included.
So, what about the people who care for you?
You thought about them?
Most of my ex-wives will be glad to see the back of me.
Yeah, all of my ex-wives will be glad
to see the back of me.
And what about us?
Let me deal with it my way.
Hendrik.
No man is an island unto himself.
You are.
♪ ♪
(mouse clicking)
(object rattles in background)
(mouse clicks, keys clacking)
(mouse clicks, email sends)
♪ ♪
(softly): Ciao, bella.
♪ ♪
(doorbell rings, Tycho knocks)
♪ ♪
Ray, I've cracked it.
It's a major breakthrough.
It's what we've been working on all this time.
RAY: Do you know what that means?
Yeah.
How are you going to protect it?
Don't worry, I'm on it-- I've figured out a plan.
And then we just roll it out to the world.
What about you?
I'm bomb-proof.
No one is bomb-proof.
We have a moral obligation to the world.
And to our loved ones not to get killed.
Better go, uh, places to be, people to see.
Ray.
(whispers): Hey.
Be careful.
♪ ♪
Hey, Ant. What's up?
You all right? Real good.
Yeah, go in.
(club music playing on speakers)
(piano playing live)
(people talking in background)
Did you get the video Alis sent?
Sure-- is she here?
No, she's exhausted.
Sends her apologies.
TYCHO: Is the livestream up yet?
JURGEN: Yep, there you go.
We are live.
♪ ♪
Everything all right, Dad?
Dad?
Yeah, um, I'll be up soon.
Go to bed, Ruben.
♪ ♪
(phone buttons tapping, message sends)
(phone vibrates, chimes)
(television playing in background)
♪ ♪
(club music playing, people talking)
(music continues)
Want to tell me what you're up to?
I know who you're working for.
I know you're up to something-- you,
Klink, global corporations, Big Pharma.
So, what's going down?
Care to share?
Want to take a deep dive on a...
Stay out of it, Inge!
♪ ♪
(panting)
(phone buttons clicking, message sends)
(punches land, Tycho grunts)
♪ ♪
NETTIE: Where is it? (Tycho struggling)
Tell me. It's...
...where you'll never find it.
(gasps)
♪ ♪
(gulls squawking)
EDDIE: Name's Tycho Bos.
So, what's the deal?
Did he fall or was he pushed?
Uh, good question, Eddie.
Head wound, awkward body posture,
suggesting multiple limb fracture
consistent with a fall
from a height-- logically, up there
to down here, accelerating at a rate of...
9.8 meters per second per second.
HENDRIK: Good man.
Anyone see anything? Got any witnesses?
Nothing yet, but we're still talking to people.
This is a club, right?
He gets drunk,
fall, accidents happen.
So why are we here?
Because he texted us just after midnight.
Oh, that's thoughtful of him.
Can you even do that?
You can if you register in advance
with our emergency number.
He was clearly worried about something.
What the message say?
"If they get to me, tell Alis I love her."
Whoever "they" are.
HENDRIK: Yeah, there's something else.
There's groups
of small circular recent bruising
on the outer and, more significantly,
inner aspect of both upper arms.
EDDIE: Not likely to come from a fall.
(chuckles): Oh, he's good, isn't he?
No, Eddie.
He didn't fall, he was
pushed.
JURGEN: Tycho used to come in with his partner, Alis.
We'd run her films sometimes.
Was she here last night?
No, Tycho came on his own.
Did he meet anyone else?
You know, did he seem nervous?
Was he acting strangely in any way?
He was on edge,
but then again, Tycho was always a bit wired.
Maybe a bit more than usual.
He kind of had a spat with someone.
Who?
I don't know,
a woman with funky pink hair.
We'll need access to your CCTV.
We don't have any.
We trust our guests-- it's about civil liberties.
Right.
Well, if you think of anything else.
And we'll need to speak to Tycho's partner, as well.
Sure.
She's lovely.
Always the calm amid the storm.
ALIS: No! (glass shatters)
You're lying!
You can't tell me that!
(plate shatters) No!
(mug thuds, shatters) He, he can't have gone!
(softly): Wow. (gasping): No!
We know this is very hard.
Yeah, just... (plate shatters)
(cup shatters) ...put the plate down.
(sobbing)
(softly): I'll leave you to it-- you're doing great.
(panting)
(cup shatters) Ooh...
♪ ♪
(computer beeps)
♪ ♪
(papers drop on desk)
So, uh, who worked out there?
Was it, was it you or Tycho?
Mainly me-- Tycho sometimes.
Right-- what did Tycho do for a living?
Piet?
He was a scientist.
Medical research-- gene and genome editing.
Right.
Sorry, but, I mean,
science was never my strong point.
Mine, neither.
It's a way of modifying the DNA of cells.
Right, okay-- and we do that why?
To disable genes. Hm.
Like cancer cells.
It could revolutionize cancer treatments.
That was Tycho's dream.
To find a breakthrough in the cure for cancer.
From that place.
ALIS: If I wasn't using it.
Most days, he went to the science library.
Can you think of a reason why Tycho might have felt
he was in danger? I didn't know he did.
He texted us just before he died
saying as much.
He also wanted to let you know how much he loved you.
(exhales)
LUCIENNE: Alis,
why did Tycho go to watch your short film last night
and you didn't?
I don't know. (sniffles)
LUCIENNE: I know this is hard right now,
but could Tycho have been seeing somebody else?
No!
Tycho lived for his work.
There was barely enough time for us, let alone someone else.
So, you don't happen to know a woman with pink hair?
No-- should I?
PIET: Can I ask
what your film was about?
Parasites-- inspired by Tycho's research.
Cancerous tumors are like parasites.
They grow within, consume, and corrupt the host.
The Judas kiss.
Is that the same logic?
Hidden threat.
Destruction from within.
(phone rings) Betrayal?
Exactly.
TYCHO (on answering machine): Hey, Tycho and Alis-- you know what to do.
Go on, you know you want to.
(machine beeps) RAY: Hi, Tycho.
I just wanted to check
you got home safe last night.
Who's that?
Um, Ray, Tycho's former mentor.
RAY: I'm a bit worried, that's all.
(phone picks up)
(button beeps)
This is Commissaris van der Valk.
What were you worried about?
Commissaris?
What's happened? Is Tycho okay?
No.
No, he's not.
Where can we meet?
LUCIENNE: If Hendrik doesn't want to see a doctor,
he doesn't want to see a doctor.
There's nothing we can do about it.
PIET: Yes, there is.
We get him to change his mind. Piet.
(exhales): The right thing to do
would be back off and respect his wishes.
Just be there when he needs us.
Or we get him to change his mind.
Right, well, good luck with that.
He's just like you-- stubborn, rude...
Just saying.
Well, I'd rather you didn't.
PIET: Here comes our man.
LUCIENNE: Hm, looks like he might have company.
Not just any company.
That could be the woman from the club, right?
LUCIENNE: Yeah, the one with pink hair.
(engine revs)
Hey!
Something's wrong!
Bike's going the wrong way!
Watch out!
(tires screech, horn honks, man yells)
♪ ♪
(engine revving)
(panting)
(engine revving)
Out of the way! (people exclaiming)
LUCIENNE: Get down!
PIET: Get down! Move!
(firing through silencer, people screaming)
(fires through silencer, Lucienne grunts)
(people screaming) Move!
(tires screech, horn honks, gun firing)
♪ ♪
You are going nowhere.
(knee lands, Eddie grunts, groans)
(camera shutter clicks)
♪ ♪
(door closes)
Ray Mesman, entry wounds confirmed at close range
at neck, chest, heart.
Not easy one-handed and at speed.
Yeah, with a silencer in broad daylight.
And our man Tycho was dead before he hit the ground.
Severe spinal damage caused by significant
rotational force to the neck.
That's separate to the hyperextension injury
from his subsequent impact with the ground.
You with me?
I'm always with you.
So...
Professional neck breaker, then, I'd say-- grabs the victim
in a tight reverse headlock.
Any last requests? No?
(imitates neck snap): Lights out.
Oh, so, essentially, a professional hit.
In one.
Good luck with that.
(groans)
Two dead bodies in quick succession.
What do we know? Both scientists,
both knew each other.
Ray Mesman, retired.
Tycho Bos, a researcher specializing in cancer research.
Both may have had links with this woman.
We think she had a spat with Tycho Bos
just before he was killed.
And she was at the crime scene
when Mesman was shot. Did we bring her in?
No.
She gave us the slip.
PIET: She's not our shooter, though, is she?
Accomplice, maybe?
Either way, we need to find her.
Any word from tech
on facial recognition?
No, nothing yet-- something else, though.
Tycho Bos's partner, Alis,
said he worked most days at the science library, right?
Well, I just spoke to them.
They have no record of him ever being there.
Could the partner be lying? LUCIENNE: Possibly.
Maybe she discovered something about Tycho
she didn't like-- she wouldn't be the first.
Well, what we know for sure is, he was seen talking
to our mystery woman at the club.
And he lied to his partner
about where he worked.
EDDIE: Well, we're analyzing his phone
to see if we can trace his movements.
There's no CCTV at the club,
but there was a fire exit broken into at the back.
LUCIENNE: Wow, okay.
Here's a thing.
Ray Mesman used to work for Freddie Klink.
The billionaire?
Billionaire, philanthropist,
aiming to be the first man to walk on Mars.
What was Ray Mesman doing for Klink?
Um,
says here "chief science officer."
JULIA: So, we've got two dead scientists
and one of the richest men on Earth.
Get me an appointment.
What, with Klink? You're joking. (chuckling)
But he's Freddie Klink.
The Freddie Klink?
Yeah, I know who he is, but he eats,
drinks, and breathes like the rest of us, doesn't he?
Unless he's come up with some invention
so he doesn't have to do that.
He's also meeting the king this afternoon.
Oh.
I thought Elvis was dead.
JULIA: It's part of the Global
Clean Water initiative-- there's a fundraiser.
Are you going? No.
But we are overseeing the security.
Or, rather, Kalie Tenkers is.
LUCIENNE: Well, maybe she can get us an intro with Klink.
JULIA: Yeah, maybe she can-- she'll be across his movements.
Ray Mesman's son
is here to identify the body.
All right.
(softly): I might need a word about Hendrik later.
Sure, anytime.
(breathes softly)
♪ ♪
Love you, Dad.
PIET: When did you last see your father?
Last night.
We live together.
We gather he saw Tycho Bos.
Uh, someone dropped by at about 10:00.
And, uh, that,
that could've been Tycho, I guess.
Do you know why he might have visited? No.
No idea.
It's been a while, but they used to work together.
Tycho was Dad's research assistant back in the day.
Used to?
Well, they both moved on-- happens.
People move on to other research projects and stuff.
(puts down mug)
Your father was on his way to meet us
when he was killed.
Do you have any idea if he was involved
in anything that could have led to his death?
No, not at all.
EDDIE: Yep, still here.
Still not going anywhere-- still Eddie Suleman, yeah.
Ruben Mesman's been a busy boy.
Former addict,
drug offenses, antisocial behavior, theft.
No joy setting up a date with Klink, I take it.
(blows out softly)
PIET: Your dad worked
for Freddie Klink as a scientist, right?
Doing what?
Uh, some sort of consultancy work.
Consulting on?
Science and, and stuff.
I, I don't know.
I, I think it was, I think it was more
of a, an honorary position, really.
They went back a long way.
So... (door closes)
♪ ♪
Ah.
Surprised Klink didn't think of hiring you, as well.
So you could have done with something
to take your mind off other things.
Yeah, I've been clean for three years.
That was then. And this is now.
And both your dad and Tycho Bos are dead.
♪ ♪
Tycho?
He's dead, as well?
♪ ♪
And get some surveillance on Ruben Mesman, yeah?
Time to pay a billionaire a visit.
You want to come?
To see some strutting male, um, self-styled world savior?
I think I'll give it a miss, thanks.
PIET: Looks like it's your lucky day, Eddie.
Me, you, and Klink-- when we seeing him?
Yeah, not having much luck with that, actually.
Yeah, all right, well, tell them it's a murder investigation.
Doesn't help.
They don't want Klink associated with anything dodgy.
PIET: Christ, tell them to find a slot or we'll turn up
unannounced, all right? They'll like that even less.
Yeah, it's not that simple.
Why's it not that simple?
They refuse to tell me his movements.
Security reasons.
I know his movements all day, if that helps.
Yeah-- yeah, that's great. And where he lives.
He moved recently.
Yeah, everyone knows that.
KALIE: Then maybe you also know that he'll be helicoptered
back from his meeting with the king in about three hours.
Yep, yep, course we do.
Do we?
KALIE: He'll be picked up from the helipad
and driven home.
You want me to put in a word?
PIET: No, no.
No need.
No, me, Klink, and the king, we go back years.
I'll just, uh, pick up the phone.
Ah, okay, great.
I better go.
Let me know if you need any more info.
Yeah, we're good, thanks.
Sounds like you've got it covered.
Although we could do with knowing which helipad
he's landing at.
Don't you know?
Sure we do.
♪ ♪
(whispering): The port
in Rotterdam.
Facial recognition came good-- Inge Palmberg.
Conspiracy theorist,
truth campaigner, fake news fanatic.
All we need.
Well, get this, though, she's quite a critic of Klink.
Thinks he's a shape-shifting lizard.
She is weirder than I thought.
Oh, I don't know-- no stone unturned and all that.
Where can we find her?
According to her website,
she's giving a public speech this morning
on extraterrestrials.
Yeah, of course she is-- okay.
I'll leave that one to you.
After you tell me what Kalie told you.
♪ ♪
JURGEN: Was everything okay with you guys?
Tycho seemed pretty wired.
I thought things were fine, yeah.
Now I'm not so sure.
I mean, he was really stressed about work.
Way more than usual.
And what was all that stuff inserted in the film?
What was that about?
What stuff?
(doorbell rings) Well...
What are you doing here?
I needed to see you, I wanted to say that...
I'm so sorry about Tycho.
I don't want to see you right now.
Alis-- Alis, please. No!
I want you to go. JURGEN: Is everything all right?
Yeah.
(quietly): Yes.
Sure, okay.
I just thought you'd want to know my dad is dead.
And someone killed him, too.
JULIA: This is the most harebrained scheme I've heard
in my life, after all the years we've known each other.
What on Earth are you thinking?
(loudly): Have I ever asked any favors before?
I mean, ever?
Yes, plenty, all the time.
(whines)
This one matters.
It's family.
Piet, this is tantamount to kidnapping.
The answer has to be no.
♪ ♪
(door slams)
(whimpers)
It's completely illogical to claim
that extraterrestrial life came to us from out there.
Aliens actually come from a parallel universe
co-existing with our own.
Intra-dimensional rather than extraterrestrial.
Remember me?
No need to run.
I have a gun.
And as one of your articles said,
"All police are trigger-happy fascists
controlled by computer chip."
So, best not risk it, eh?
Or maybe now's the time for some intra-dimensional travel.
What do you want? Answers.
Mainly to how come you were at the crime scene for two murders.
♪ ♪
PIET: You ever been to Rotterdam, Eddie?
EDDIE: Yeah, love it.
Great city, great vibe,
great skyline.
PIET: Eh, overrated.
♪ ♪
Don't touch him, by the way.
Why not?
Is he fragile? EDDIE: No, he...
He doesn't like to be touched.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Klimpt!
Where've you flown in from, Mars?
It's Klink.
Course it is.
What's wrong with getting a tram?
I haven't taken public transport in 20 years.
Oh, right, fares too expensive for you, are they?
Is that why you come here?
I mean, Rotterdam's nice, innit, but
it's not Amsterdam.
Sergeant Suleman.
My people tell me you were very polite
when you told them you'd ambush me here.
Well, I appreciate you're very busy.
PIET: You have to forgive him.
He's never met
a shape-shifting lizard before.
Ray Mesman and Tycho Bos
both used to work for Freddie Klink.
But they fell out.
I was trying to find out why.
But the club manager said you had a falling out
with Tycho Bos not long before he was killed.
Yeah, I was trying to get him to talk to me, but he refused.
That must have been upsetting.
Not enough to kill him. (chuckles)
LUCIENNE: So, what were you doing following Ray Mesman?
I heard about what happened to Tycho.
Thought Ray might be connected.
What, and happened to be close when he was murdered?
Do conspiracy theorists believe in coincidence?
No.
Someone's out to silence them.
Klink!
You know most of his money comes from pharmaceuticals.
His wealth is five percent inherited,
23% "entrepreneurial,"
and 72% profit from pharma companies he owns.
He's not in the business of finding cures.
He'd try and stop anyone getting close.
Who would do that?
Any billionaire control freak you care to mention.
You know he sacks people for looking at him.
You don't get as rich as he is by doing good in the world.
Well, next thing you're gonna tell me,
he's a reptile, right?
God, no!
I'm a conspiracy theorist, not an idiot.
And besides, that was just fake news his people put out there
to discredit me because I was criticizing him.
Really? Yeah.
He is absolutely 100% that petty.
I'll see what the dark web has to say about these murders. (starts)
Let you know. No need.
(breathes deeply)
Don't you worry you might be a target?
Me?
(chuckles)
I'm the safest person on the planet.
You kill a conspiracy theorist
and everyone assumes they're onto something.
My theories would go through the roof.
Might not be a bad thing.
Except you'd be dead.
Oh, but didn't you know?
This reality is just a three-dimensional projection
of a subconscious multiverse.
There's no such thing as death.
Ray was a, a good man, a decent man.
He helped me out in the early days,
so, when things took off for me,
I hired him in a, in an advisory capacity.
To advise on what, exactly?
Martians?
No.
What was going on in terms of experiments.
Who might be closing in on a discovery.
It was a pretty nominal role, though, to be honest.
So, why would someone want to kill him?
You tell me.
How about this for a reason?
His death bears more than a passing resemblance
to a professional hit.
I mean, this lot here
would be proud of it. (vehicles approaching)
Tycho Bos-- you know him?
No.
Can I give you a lift?
We're fine, thanks, Mr. Klimpt.
(car door opens)
EDDIE: I can't believe you just did that.
Well, seeing is believing, Eddie.
♪ ♪
Somebody better start talking.
I need to ask you about Freddie Klink.
Did Tycho or Ray ever mention him to you?
No-- why would they?
Well, Ray worked for Klink.
Really? Ray?
News to me.
You said he was Tycho's mentor.
So, did you know him well?
Sort of. (exhales)
I mean, I kind of left them to it, you know?
So, how much did you know about Tycho and his research?
Not much.
He kept it to himself, really, and I didn't ask.
You know the science library he claims he went to?
He didn't.
He'd never been there in his life.
That's impossible.
It's also true.
Can you think of anywhere else he might have gone?
No, that just doesn't make sense.
He'd tell me about the regulars
he saw there every day. He was lying.
Why would he lie to me?
People lie for all sorts of reasons.
What we need to figure out is
what was going on in Tycho's life.
Was there
anything about his recent behavior
that was different?
Maybe.
I didn't see a lot of him, I guess.
(exhales)
He'd become pretty obsessed.
Anything else?
Jurgen sent me the short I did
for the club.
Only I didn't.
What do you mean?
Tycho added some stuff.
Look.
It's just visuals
about parasites.
And then this.
Not parasite.
No.
They make no sense whatsoever and have nothing to do with me.
♪ ♪
HENDRIK: That's not gas.
It's not electricity.
That's the fabric of the universe. (claps): Ho!
PIET: Friends! Hey.
Not got any work to do?
No-- gunshot, neck break.
See? That's the problem with the modern killer: no challenge...
No imagination. ...no imagination.
All right, well, uh, try this, then.
We've sent it tech, as well,
but Tycho Bos has inserted
a bunch of images into his partner's short film.
He sent it to the club and then deleted it.
Why would he do that?
PIET: Yeah.
Seeing as you got time on your hands.
Well, you say that, but... Whatever.
We thought you could help us figure that out.
Yeah, go on, then.
What was he researching?
A breakthrough.
For a potential cure for cancer.
Oh, right, you're joking.
This is one of your ploys, isn't it?
No.
No, it's not.
I'm serious.
And anyway, listen to me-- I've given up on ploys.
Okay? So, you win.
So, we can celebrate.
Me stopping nagging you.
Imagine.
Well, I'll drink to that.
Go on, Cliff, let's get 'em poured out! Sure.
First things first.
Keep your eyes on this.
♪ ♪
Hi.
Inspector Bakker.
With the murder squad investigating
the death of Tycho Bos.
We need to ask a few more questions.
Have you found out who did it yet?
Getting there.
Trying to really zero in
on Tycho's movements last night and the reasons for them.
We know that just before 10:00,
he visited a former mentor of his and then came here.
Do you know why?
No, sorry, can't say I do.
Anything, uh, odd last night?
I mean, did he give you anything, for example?
No.
Like I told your colleagues.
Anything he did differently?
Were you here last night?
Did I maybe see you?
Me? No.
No, I was here briefly with colleagues this morning.
Must be thinking about that.
Sure, sorry.
Uh, can't help.
(footsteps retreating)
PIET: So, maestro.
Do you want to put us all out of our misery and explain?
Well, it's obvious, isn't it?
Is it?
It's existential arthouse nonsense.
Absolute gobbledygook.
Visual gibberish of no significance whatsoever.
Or it's a code.
How is that a code?
Well, maybe they're symbols.
You know, notations, a bit like in chess.
But if it's a code, we need a key,
don't we? PIET: We do.
And we need to figure out why he'd do that in the first place.
To send a message to... whoever?
And what message, anyway?
PIET: I don't know.
But whatever it is,
someone's clearly prepared to kill over it. (cell phone ringing)
Hello?
JURGEN (over phone): Hello. (coughs softly)
This is Jurgen Kaarling from Ariel.
There was a woman just here.
She...
LUCIENNE: Hello?
Sorry.
Say that again? Hello?
(phone clicks off)
Let's try those questions I asked again, shall we?
It's the nightclub manager.
Call got cut.
Got as far as "there was a woman here."
Okay, let's go.
CLIFF: Uh, we're shut.
Didn't you see the sign?
I always see signs.
Besides, I've got something for her.
Can't stop.
Uh, you can stay.
Could you not have just rung? No!
I don't want anyone knowing that I'm in touch with you guys.
And besides, walls have ears,
phones have bugs,
and computers are monitored 24/7, 365...
Yeah, okay, okay, what is it?
According to the dark web, Klink and Ray Mesman
fell out about a patent.
Patent for what? A medical breakthrough.
(phone ringing) One second.
Yeah?
Okay-- it's tech.
Go on-- where does Klink
come into this? I think Klink bought the patent
and then sat on whatever it was Ray Mesman had discovered.
Tech finally traced Tycho Bos's movements from his phone
to an address he went to every day.
You coming?
You don't normally follow up on leads.
Well, I have my moments, and these are strange times.
(exhales): Talk to him.
Coffee?
Sit at the piano.
You heard.
Put your hands on the keys.
I don't play.
Put them back.
Are you worried I'm going to slam this down,
crushing your fingers?
Well, I am,
unless you tell me the truth.
Lie again and I will break your fingers
a few at a time.
Now, Tycho Bos.
Tell me everything.
I swear,
there's nothing to tell.
Whoa, okay, okay, okay!
He came in alone.
He's usually with his girlfriend, Alis.
She, she does short films for us.
The ones on the wall?
You were here.
Whoever it is, they'll be expecting us
to come through the door, right?
And we think they used a fire exit to leave last night.
So, which do you want, front or back?
I'll take the front.
Age before beauty and all that.
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Yeah, what, what's with the gun?
We're only checking out an address.
On the back of two people being taken out.
Relax.
Lightning never strikes thrice.
What about the film? I don't know.
The film was sent from Alis's email.
But she hadn't sent it, Tycho had.
And for some reason, he was keen for me to play that version.
Why?
I don't know.
I swear, I have no idea.
That's it?
That's it-- no big deal.
If it's no big deal, why didn't you tell me this before?
I don't know.
Because it seemed meaningless.
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HENDRIK: You see?
Bunch of scientists.
Pussycats, the lot of them.
Yeah, but what are they up to?
RUBEN (softly): Great, just to be safe...
And why is Ruben Mesman here?
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JURGEN: Can I move my hands away now?
Of course.
If I can have a request.
I told you, I don't play. Try.
How about...
"My Way"?
(gun fires through silencer, piano keys bang)
(shouts): Hey!
(gun fires through silencer)
(Lucienne yelps)
(groans)
(gun cocks)
PIET: You kill a police officer...
...you're in a whole lot more trouble
than you are already.
Drop the gun.
No.
You drop the gun, or she's dead.
(quietly): Don't.
Think about it.
You could shoot, I could shoot.
50-50-- who wins?
You want to risk those odds?
Gamble on beating me to it?
Drop the gun, she lives.
Who are you?
I'm not here to talk.
Drop the gun, she lives.
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(gun fires through silencer)
(footsteps running)
(exhales)
(dog barking in distance, Lucienne exhales)
You want me to call for backup?
It's too late.
She knows what she's doing-- she's gone.
(sighs): I should have gone around the back.
And we should have brought Eddie.
I mean, we knew-- we knew she was a pro.
Don't worry about it.
We're both fine.
What do you think she wanted with the club manager?
Images from the film?
Maybe.
We need to protect Alis Willems.
Let's get Kalie over there.
Kalie?
I'll call her.
EDDIE: What is this place?
What do you do here?
It's the research facility Tycho ran.
I just oversee it.
Something to do with cancer, right?
Yes.
And Tycho was the brains.
The only one who knew everything.
Kept secrets
even from his workforce.
He'd get us to check things
and test conclusions, but never the full picture.
But why hide this from his partner?
And why didn't you tell us about this earlier?
Because the funding's top secret.
Not anymore it's not.
Your father is dead.
So is Tycho.
Someone clearly knew what is going on here.
So, who funded it?
My father.
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Dad made a breakthrough in the search for a treatment.
But it needed more work.
And Klink bought the patent off him
for a lot of money.
And sat on it, right?
Yes.
And Dad went along with it
because he felt he had no choice.
He could have refused the money.
Yeah, I...
I was in trouble-- I had debts.
Bad debts, to worse people.
And, um,
Klink effectively blackmailed him about that.
So, Dad paid my debts, I sorted myself out,
and with what was left, Dad funded Tycho
to carry on the work.
Behind Klink's back?
Exactly.
And if Klink found this out,
he wouldn't exactly be happy.
Well, this is Klink we're talking about.
What do you think?
♪ ♪
(click)
KLINK: The past is the past.
It's better left there.
HENDRIK: He's a powerful man.
He's got ego and money
to hire a professional
to do the dirty work.
ALIS: You should have told me!
I trusted you.
We better tread carefully.
PIET: Always do.
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