Van der Valk

Worked on a case in Rotterdam almost 20 years ago.

PIET: His statement was a crucial part of putting her away.

JOHANNA: It's a sham-- the man's racist!

CHRISTINE: He wasn't one for correcting the sins of the past.

PIET: How'd that make you feel?

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

You still think she was innocent?

You still think she's evil?

She got a new name, new life.

HANNA: I know what she did back then.

New suspect.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (loud dance music playing) (bell ringing) (party guests cheer) (music continues) Hey!

Hi, how are you?

(loud music playing) Who is this?

Where?

Okay.

You know, you are wasted on him.

And you're just wasted, Herman.

(chuckles) Cheers.

Well, I used to, um... Oh.

(chuckles) Ric.

(Zoe moans) RIC: You look amazing.

(music continues) I'll be back in a minute, babe.

Hello?

What's so important?

(grunts, groaning) (sword withdraws) (chuckles) (sword sheathes) (ship horn blows) (birds squawking) He's still not answering-- you sure about this?

It's on our way, and we have to do something.

No one's answering.

(Eddie clears throat loudly) (sighs): Great.

Sorry, we, we tried Lucienne, but... Yeah, I got it.

Let's go.

CITRA: Try Hendrik.

(phone ringing) (Piet exhales) (phone continues ringing, Hendrik murmuring) (sleepily): Of course I'm a Templar.

Can't you see there's two of us on this horse?

(breathing heavily) (exhales) Right.

Quiet night, all in all.

(coughs) (gasping) (grunts) (exhales) Hey!

(knocks) Duty calls.

Okay, just give me a sec.

All right-- you might want to wake your mate.

Sorry, I can't remember her name.

No, nor can I.

How much did we have?

(sniffs): A lot.

Mm-hmm.

You all right?

Always.

(phone vibrating) Do you wanna take that?

Nope.

(phone vibrating) You don't wanna take that?

Nope, not just now.

(exhales) (camera shutter clicks) (people talking in background) (sniffling, groaning) (camera shutter clicks) Victim is Ric van der Molden, 31.

Body discovered by his girlfriend, Zoe Waterman.

LUCIENNE: Okay, there was a party, right?

Go upstairs, talk to the guests, see if anyone knows anything.

(exhales): Right, cause of death?

HENDRIK: Extensive alcohol consumption following a night out with you two.

Nah.

Hey, interesting woman, your friend Astrid.

Astrid.

PIET: Astrid.

HENDRIK: Yeah, hand model, apparently.

Fascinating.

Fascinating.

And this body here, please?

Well, technically, stabbing.

Though that doesn't quite do this one justice.

(inhales): Bruising on the entrance wound suggests intense thrusting action right up to the hilt-- ask me about the depth of the wound.

How deep was the wound, Hendrik?

Well, funny you should ask.

Hard to be exact.

Depends on how far it came out the other side.

(chuckles) Went straight through him like a knife through butter.

PIET: Is that a technical term?

I don't suppose there's a murder weapon, is there?

HENDRIK: Well, apart from the gaping wound, no.

But I'd hazard a guess-- a stab, if you like-- it was withdrawn immediately after impact.

It being?

Well, Christ knows, but I'll tell you what it wasn't.

It wasn't a penknife or a street blade, or even a carving knife.

Sword?

Now you're talking my language.

That is always a bad sign-- time of death?

Now that I can help you with.

Between 5: 30 a.m. and 5:42 a.m. Good.

Impressive, very specific.

Well, on the one hand, pathology is an exact and specific science.

And on the other?

Eddie told me.

According to various guests, 5:30 is when the victim was seen going outside to make a phone call.

5:42 is when his girlfriend found him down here.

They could, of course, all be lying through their teeth, but it is consistent with the body temperature, the developing rigor mortis, and hypostasis.

LUCIENNE: Right, let's see what his partner has to say, then, shall we?

Ric took a call.

Said it wouldn't be a minute.

Did he say who the call was from?

No.

Was there any trouble at the party?

Anyone acting strange?

No, nothing.

He, when he didn't come back, I went looking for him.

(quietly): He was just lying there.

We'll need to notify next of kin.

Are his family local?

Rotterdam.

I can give you details.

Whose apartment is it?

Mine.

We were celebrating Ric's latest exhibition launch.

He's a curator at the Culturmuseum.

We both work there.

His exhibition just opened.

Exhibition?

"Colonialism and Restitution."

EDDIE: Did you see anything suspicious?

Well, the alcohol was running out, if that's what you mean.

(laughs) It wasn't.

Well, it bloody was.

I mean, I'd started necking empties.

Yeah.

I mean, it wasn't really the information I was looking for.

(murmuring): All right.

HERMAN: Like I said, as soon as Ric van der Molden took his call, I chatted with his girlfriend.

And then what?

I mingled, you know?

I'm a social butterfly, I like to flit.

With anyone in particular?

No.

So, no one can vouch for your exact whereabouts.

No, unless they were stalking me.

That would be fun, wouldn't it?

Can I see the body?

I just, I wanna pay my respects.

How did he die?

Strangled?

No?

Gunshot.

Was it sudden?

You do know these are really odd questions, right?

No, not really, no.

I mean, death is fascinating, don't you think?

It's the greatest leveler of them all.

So, how do you know Mr. van der Molden?

We're both in the museum game.

Although Ric likes to think he's a cut above, if you know what I mean, but no, I run my own.

So, free tickets any time you want to... (groans) ...come on by.

Your loss!

We're taking names and info, but nothing concrete so far.

The basement isn't accessible from the outside, so it must have been someone from the party.

But then, what about the phone call?

Unless it was someone from a different apartment in the same building.

Agreed.

Phone call implies whoever killed him probably wasn't at the party.

Get tech on it, see if we can find out who made that call.

Talk to them all again, check the cameras on the street and entrance.

Let's go to the museum.

All right.

CHRISTINE: And Zoe, how is she?

LUCIENNE: As you'd expect.

Upset.

This is just... Ric had such a brilliant mind, he... We gather there was a launch.

Our latest exhibition.

Ric's.

Interesting exhibition.

Timely.

I couldn't agree more.

Thankfully, the government has decided to step in and return objects that this country commandeered in our colonial past.

Yeah, theft, some might say.

Not one to mince words, then.

LUCIENNE: Not his strong point, no.

(chuckles) And are all of these items going back?

Uh, no.

Not all of them.

(exhales): In consultation, we're trying to strike a balance between returning and maintaining them for our educational program.

Is anyone opposed to their return?

Yes.

Ric.

Colonial history was his area, so when the board decided on this exhibition, it was his to curate.

He was less than happy about seeing the collection being broken up.

Because he didn't agree with restitution?

The way he saw it, if museums start giving things back that were taken centuries ago, they'll be empty.

PIET: Well, that's not really the point, is it?

CHRISTINE: I don't think so, and nor does the museum.

But Ric wasn't one for correcting the sins of the past.

And Miss Waterman?

Totally different.

They hadn't been together long, and to be honest, I didn't get them.

(chuckles) Opposites attract, they say.

So did Ric make a lot of enemies, then?

Not enemies.

Amsterdam is built on accepting alternate views, right?

Yep, sometimes.

The name reads, "E." van der Molden, not "R." Why's that?

Ric's full name is Eric, but everyone knew him as Ric.

Okay.

It's tech-- victim's last phone call made from an unregistered phone, but they've traced the number to the Nemo.

That's round the corner-- so, what are we waiting for?

You.

What's your problem with his name?

Ric, instead of Eric?

Worked on a case in Rotterdam almost 20 years ago.

Involved a kid called Eric van der Molden.

What were you doing in Rotterdam?

Thought you got a nosebleed if you so much as stepped out of Amsterdam.

I was seconded there early on.

Not everyone's a fan of the exhibition, then.

Belong to the R.A.A.

"We promote the Restitution of Ancient Artifacts."

Right, check 'em out.

(seagulls squawking) Triangulation of telephone masts would indicate the phone was left somewhere around here.

Citra?

Yeah.

I think I got something.

Yeah, we found the phone.

Okay, yeah, we're coming now.

(train wheels screeching) (phone ringing in background) PIET: Ric van der Molden.

Not particularly well liked.

Opposed the repatriation of cultural artifacts.

Yeah, which the R.A.A.

lobby for.

Restorative justice.

CITRA: Which is a right, not a choice.

Points out it's not just us.

Mentions the Elgin Marbles, the Benin Bronzes.

(phone vibrating) CITRA: "Cultural objects belong to the culture that created them, not you."

There's an address.

We'll check it out.

LUCIENNE: You okay?

What is it?

It's van der Molden's family address.

It's Rotterdam.

He's the same Eric van der Molden I met 19 years ago.

And what was the case?

Jasmijn Brahm.

You worked on that?

Yep.

EDDIE: What case?

Before your time, I guess.

Yeah, before mine, too, but I remember reading about it.

Uh, Jasmijn Brahm, teenager.

She was 16.

Killed her two younger brothers in cold blood-- Karl and Jonas, ten and 12.

Set fire to the house with them in it.

PIET: While she stood there and watched as the fire took them.

General consensus being because she was the devil incarnate.

CITRA: Newspapers went crazy.

She was Public Enemy Number One, all right.

So, who was Eric?

He was the kid next door.

The brothers were his best friends.

I mean, he saw her do it.

His statement was a crucial part of putting her away.

I'm assuming they locked her up and threw away the key.

No, she was put on various programs, different institutions.

She was released seven years ago.

She got a new name, new life.

New suspect.

(child crying inside) (crying continues) (crying): Mama!

(crying continues) Hey, Jan?

It's Piet.

JAN (faintly, over phone): Piet?

Piet van der Valk?

Yes, mate, the very same.

I know, it's been a long time, hasn't it?

Too long.

Look, I was just wondering, can we meet up for a coffee?

Sure, love to.

Okay.

Yeah, I might even pay for it.

All right, I look forward to it.

(phones ringing in background) Yup.

(door opens) PIET (softly): Hey.

Yeah.

Good girl, good girl.

How're you doing?

All right?

You're beautiful!

(sighs) All good?

Yeah, I was, until you came in behaving weirdly.

What do you want?

Oh, just to fill you in on a murder that happened this morning.

Piet, you never want to fill me in on any murder that happens, not this morning, any other morning, afternoon, or evening.

So what's so different about this one?

Connection-- to Jasmijn Brahm.

The victim's the kid who lived next door, Eric van der Molden.

Who gave evidence against her.

Coincidence?

Don't know.

I need to know where she is.

Released under a new identity, last I heard.

Correct.

But I need to know who as, and I need to speak to her.

You don't ask much, do you?

Well, needs must and all that.

I mean, if she's got a watertight alibi, she's got nothing to worry about, has she?

(sighs): This isn't going to go down well with her handlers, let alone her legal team.

I've got every confidence in you.

They'll argue it into the ground, but leave it with me.

Oh, and, uh...

I thought I might meet up with Jan.

If that's okay with you.

Would it make any difference if I said no?

No.

There you go, then.

EDDIE: You seem pretty up on restitution.

You think?

Is it because it's close to your heart?

Maybe, maybe not.

Or do you mean because I'm Indonesian, I have to have a take on it?

No, nah, I'm not, not saying that.

I mean, it's, it's a hot issue, right?

(doorbell ringing) Maybe you just read a couple of articles on it.

(sighs): Yeah.

(door opens) Hello?

We're looking for the R.A.A., for the Restitution of Ancient Artifacts.

You found her.

EDDIE: Is the R.A.A.

just you?

Me and my 17,506 followers.

CITRA: Impressive.

Thanks.

And is that all you do?

Do you just police?

Uh, yeah.

Well, for your information, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I work in a hotel.

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I repair bikes at a bike shop.

And Sunday?

Campaigning.

Hm.

Like a bit of spray painting, do we?

You do know defacing public property is an offense.

CITRA: It is fair to assume you are the person that graffitied and leafleted outside the Culturmuseum?

Guilty as charged.

Please arrest and charge me, as it will be so good for my profile.

EDDIE: That depends on the charge-- Ric van der Molden.

You familiar with him?

The scuzzball with his fake exhibition?

Yeah.

What's your problem with the exhibition?

It's a sham.

They're not really giving anything back, you know?

And behind the scenes, van der Molden is resisting the whole thing.

On what grounds?

Anything he can think of!

That, that museums in Indonesia aren't big enough to show them.

That the temperature there isn't right and they will be damaged.

That their educational value would be better served here.

How far would you go to fight for your cause?

How far you got?

The man's racist!

He's also dead.

Stabbed, 5:30 this morning-- where were you then?

Here-- I was just updating my social media.

You can check it out if you want.

We will.

Be good if you could prove it, though-- can you?

I am single.

I live here alone-- can you prove where you were at 5:00 a.m. this morning?

(sighs) (tram bell rings) JAN: Piet.

Jan. You've aged well.

Ah.

I think the ice cream helps.

Gives the illusion of youth.

You should try it.

You saying I look old?

Well, there's a little bit more gray in the beard.

Yeah, can't seem to slow that down.

It's good to see you.

Married?

With children, yeah?

(sputters) You never were one for a private life-- shame.

Some things never change, though, eh?

No.

People keep killing people.

Which is why I'm here.

Jasmijn Brahm.

Do you know what happened to her after her release?

She started a new life in Groningen, I hear.

Reformed character by all accounts-- why?

You remember the kid next door?

Eric van der Molden.

He's been killed.

We're going back nearly 20 years.

You seriously think she might be responsible?

I mean, his testimony was part of the reason she was convicted.

That and her confession.

And the fact that she was drunk, and was heard earlier in the day telling her siblings she wanted to kill them.

She used her time behind bars wisely.

Did an M.A.

degree in theology.

Then another in psychology.

Then a PhD, which was published.

Guess what it was about.

The treatment of juvenile offenders.

Takes one to know one, I guess.

You clearly followed her case.

I couldn't.

That case...

I could never, I could never shake it off.

I couldn't.

Ah, you know.

I can still smell her brothers' burnt bodies even now.

It's with me even now.

You?

Yeah, um...

I don't think you ever forget it.

I remember that.

I remember her lack of remorse.

You still think she was innocent?

(sighs): I don't know.

You still think she's evil?

You can have all the degrees in the world, a leopard doesn't change its spots.

She's been given a new identity.

I mean, presumably, she has a handler.

You got any idea who?

Kind of information's above my pay grade.

You'd need Julia for that one.

How is she?

Yeah, she's, she's good.

She got a dog.

Said to say hello.

You never could lie, Piet.

Never.

What about you?

Yeah.

That's my brood over there.

PIET: Eddie and Citra got anything?

Yeah.

Johanna Kolen, the youth that runs the R.A.A., admits to the graffiti and loathed Ric van der Molden.

They bringing her in?

Keeping an eye.

Her alibi checks out.

She was on her phone at the time of the murder, and nowhere near the scene.

Could have had an accomplice.

That's true.

We're not gonna rule her out.

Greetings, live people.

Greetings-- what have you got?

Autopsy and analysis threw some clarity on the murder weapon.

Judging from the splinters left in the wound, hilt made of wood.

Blade?

Silver, and very, very sharp.

Not for shaving, that's for sure.

The sort of thing usually found in a museum, perhaps.

(people talking softly in background) (conversation continues) (knocks gently) Sorry to interrupt.

Didn't expect you to be in work today.

Nor did I.

And she shouldn't be.

I'll take her home as soon as she'll let me.

I'm fine, I just need to keep busy.

And my flat's a crime scene, right?

Know who did it yet?

Name Johanna Kolen mean anything to you?

Sure.

PIET: She's clearly not a fan of the exhibition.

Did she know Ric?

Yes, they'd spoken-- well, argued.

I tried to make Ric see things from her point of view.

Why?

Did she do this?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Johanna means well, and the museum understands her cause, but... PIET: Hmm, whereas your boyfriend didn't.

Would Miss Kolen have had his phone number?

ZOE: Yes, she had.

Are there any swords in the exhibition?

CHRISTINE: No.

There was one Ric desperately wanted to get, but couldn't.

Belonged to a famous warrior.

Because?

CHRISTINE: It's privately owned by a local collector, Max Langenburg.

Actually, he's, um, on the board of directors of the museum, but he declined to loan it.

Okay, well, we'll need his address.

If he's on the board of directors, why wouldn't he lend it to the museum?

Because it's his prized possession.

It's from Indonesia.

Its status and provenance are unique, which is... (phone vibrates) ...of course, why Ric wanted it, but.... (phone button clicks softly) (seagulls calling) (car approaching) (brakes squeak) (car door closes) PIET: How are we gonna play this?

JULIA: Carefully-- Jasmijn Brahm's handler's agreed to meet, but there are conditions.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna be on my bestest behavior.

Really?

Seen Jan?

Did.

Was he well?

Uh, we didn't really get that far.

We just talked about the case.

He said to say hello.

Liar.

Ms. Zuiderduin?

Nice to meet you, Chief Commissaris.

And Commissaris van der Valk.

Hey.

We're so grateful you agreed to meet.

It's not ideal.

So, confidentiality is paramount.

No, justice is paramount.

Could save ourselves a lot of time if you just tell us where Jasmijn Brahm currently resides.

Here.

In Amsterdam.

JULIA: So, what is Jasmijn Brahm doing in Amsterdam?

Getting on with the rest of her life.

As is her freedom to do so.

Unlike her brothers.

Why don't you say it as it is, Commissaris?

Don't hold back.

How long's she been here?

A few months.

But you know I'm not at liberty to say where in Amsterdam she is, right?

Well, I appreciate that, but I'm sure you don't need us to remind you this is a murder inquiry.

The victim was Eric van der Molden.

Do you know him?

(inhales): It's part of my job to know what happened all those years ago.

I know the case inside out, so, yeah.

I know him.

So, you know why it's relevant.

I mean, we have a list of suspects, one of which is Jasmijn Brahm.

There is no way that Jasmijn as you used to know her committed that crime.

I, I know her.

I know her movements.

What, 5:00 in the morning?

I know what she did back then, and I know how she is now, and where she's at.

It's my job to know and to protect her, so, I'm...

I'm sorry if I'm not comfortable sharing information.

And it's my job to find out who murdered Eric van der Molden, so, I'm sorry, I don't care whether you're comfortable or not.

Piet!

What?

(chuckles) Listen.

I'll find out what I need to know, okay?

One way or another.

I mean, someone on the force will know her.

Will know who she is, where she is.

They always do.

There was a van der Valk on the original case, wasn't there?

Does it matter?

It does if it affects your objectivity.

Uh, that's for me to decide.

Not you.

Lauren Teuling.

Her name is Lauren Teuling.

She lives with her husband and two small children.

Happy families.

I take it he knows?

She's, she's a different person, she's moved on.

She's a writer now, a journalist.

That's ironic, given how the press treated her.

She's not living in the past.

Are you?

No.

We need to talk to her, as soon as possible.

No.

I need to speak to her and her husband.

And I can't guarantee anything.

And, uh, if we do, you need to behave by the book, right?

Of course.

No offense, but my question wasn't directed at you.

I love playing by the book, me.

Well, I'll let you know.

Great.

When?

When I let you know.

All right, I'll be waiting for your call.

Thank you.

CCTV outside Zoe Waterman's apartment building and garage.

Two people seen exiting the building at 5: 36, right in the middle of the time we think Ric van der Molden was killed.

We checked with Zoe Waterman-- she doesn't know them.

But she did say the party was pretty much an open house, and people brought friends, so... Or maybe they were leaving another apartment in the same block.

Good, let's get a list of everyone who lives there.

Also, Herman Zaal has a morbid obsession with death.

He was at the party.

Also works in the museum world, but very different kind of museum.

PIET: What, sex museum?

Cats' funerals?

Torture?

What?

True crime-- yeah.

Only one in the country.

All sorts of weird stuff relating to real crime.

CITRA: The skull of a murderer.

EDDIE: The real car used in the Hassan diamond heist, a, uh, recording of serial killer Hans Richter singing "Fly Me To The Moon."

You name it, they've got it.

Zaal is obsessed with the stuff.

LUCIENNE: He doesn't sound very healthy.

PIET: Okay.

Speak to him.

Um, I'm just looking at Johanna Kolen's followers on social media, seeing if there's any familiar names.

PIET: Where are we at on the collector with the sword?

Max Langenburg?

Happy to meet.

All right, let's head over there with Hendrik.

LUCIENNE: And what about you?

Find out anything?

Yeah, Jasmijn Brahm, A.K.A.

Lauren Teuling, married mother, living in Amsterdam.

(engine stops, brake engages) Yeah, nice house.

(doorbell rings) (door opens) PIET: Hey.

Commissaris van der Valk.

This is Inspector Hassell.

Hendrik here is our pathologist.

Pleasure to meet you.

What's a pathologist doing here?

Has someone died?

Yeah, Ric van der Molden.

I heard about that, but that wasn't here.

And I'm not sure what this has to do with me.

We just need to ask you a few questions.

HENDRIK: Here you go, let me get the door for you.

Very nice.

Quite a few bits and bobs.

Hendrik.

Do you mind if he takes a look?

As long as he's careful.

Oh, you'll never know he so much as looked at it, let alone touched it.

You been talking to my exes again?

LUCIENNE: Is the sword valuable?

Mmm, not so much in monetary terms because there's only a small group in the world who are interested, but to that small group, yes, it's priceless.

Because?

MAX: It belonged to Nyi Ageng Serang, a female freedom fighter and guerrilla leader, a legendary figure among the Indonesian community.

Hmm, I like her already.

So do I-- when are we talking?

1750s to 1830s.

Her sword passed down through the generations.

But no longer in the community where it belongs.

That can't be popular.

How did it make it onto the open market if it was so meaningful to the community?

MAX: Where there's a will, there's a way.

And, of course, money talks.

PIET: Yeah.

Of course it does.

We gather some people are concerned about the repatriation issue.

Are you?

MAX: Not top of my list.

I'm a collector.

It's in the genes.

Look, I'm sorry.

Why all these questions?

What's all this got to do with Ric?

Because he was killed with a sword very much like this one.

Well, I assure you, that sword hasn't left this house since I bought it.

Could it have been taken by anyone without your knowing?

Impossible.

I have security.

Okay, we'll need to check.

Are there any other swords like that in circulation?

MAX: None that belonged to her.

That's why it's unique.

Why didn't you lend it to the museum for the exhibition?

I didn't buy it to share it, I bought it to have it.

PIET: Very giving of you.

How did Mr. van der Molden feel about that?

MAX: Frustrated, angry.

How'd that make you feel?

Equally frustrated and angry.

But not enough to kill him.

Is that right?

Well, there's definitely traces of blood on this sword.

MAX: Of course there is.

She was a fierce warrior.

She killed many soldiers.

Well, I'd have to check with the lab.

I mean, I'm no expert.

(chuckles): Actually, I am.

But my hunch would say that blood is barely a day old, let alone 250 years.

Well.

If confirmed, that kind of changes things.

Don't you think?

(people talking in background) (person whistling softly) EDDIE: "Welcome to the dark world of crime."

As if the world needed this.

Oh, I don't know, I'm quite looking forward to it.

Yeah, but you're weird.

Don't judge, chess boy.

I'm not the one who sits around all day playing with his bishop.

(gasps) This is weird.

Yeah.

(suddenly inhales) 'Scu... (grunts): Oh, hey!

(sighs) Open daily, 365, this...

This is my collection!

Mmm?

Little hobby, if you will.

I take it you know about Ric's past and his connection to Jasmijn Brahm?

I know everything there is to know about that case.

Is that how you got to know him?

You heard about what happened and just had to make contact?

(scoffs) The total opposite.

No, Ric came to me.

(stammers): Ric sought me out.

I mean, Ric, Ric loved it here.

CITRA: Really?

Why?

Because he was fascinated with evil.

VINCENT: I don't see why we have to agree to anything.

We're meant to be anonymous.

You are meant to protect us-- that's the whole point.

I can say no.

(children playing in background) That's your right.

Well, there you go, say no.

But then they might want to pursue it independently, which could get messier.

(Vincent sighs) HANNA: At least if we say yes, if we agree, then we can control the process.

I've got nothing to hide.

(children playing in background) Okay.

(talking and playing) (door slams) (engine starts) LUCIENNE: So according to Citra, Ric van der Molden was obsessed with evil and Jasmijn Brahm.

That doesn't surprise me.

She had that effect on people.

I know you and Jan found the bodies.

I checked.

Don't know how you shake off that image.

(inhales deeply) (footsteps approaching) (inhales deeply) HANNA: Commissaris van der Valk.

This is Inspector Hassell.

Thank you for agreeing to talk to us.

I know you didn't have to.

You want to talk to me about Eric?

Yeah.

Where were you first thing this morning, between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m.?

Uh, I was at home.

I have two children.

They tend to be up early.

My husband can vouch for me.

When did you last see Mr. van der Molden?

I mean, was it 19 years ago, or more recently?

Well, he wrote to me in prison.

He said he wanted to know why I did it.

He said that he needed closure.

And you replied to his letter?

Yeah, I did.

But it was only much later that I found out that he never received my letter.

It was intercepted.

You, um, you worked the case, right?

Hanna mentioned it.

I did, yeah.

And did you think I was evil?

It doesn't matter what I think.

I'm only interested in now.

Well, we got that in common, at least.

HANNA: Okay, is that everything?

You wanted to meet.

Now you've met.

So, can she go?

How would we make contact moving forward?

Why would you need to?

LAUREN: Look, it's fine.

I don't mind-- I'm happy to help.

All right-- through me.

No one else.

Okay?

(footsteps retreating) You got them?

Yep.

(Hanna's engine starts) Let's go.

(Citra's engine starts) (dishes clinking) LUCIENNE: Did you work on the Jasmijn Brahm case, as well?

Not directly-- I knew of it.

Pretty important case for Piet, right?

Yeah.

Sort of came to define him.

It was the first time he went against the grain.

But not the last.

Yeah, and a lot of people wanted to reinstate the death penalty for Jasmijn Brahm.

And did Piet?

No, but it was a strange case.

No one could square why she did what she did, killed her siblings in cold blood.

(door opens) Hey.

Okay, records confirm 16-year-old Jasmijn Brahm drank a lot.

She had blackouts and a history of abuse.

Don't we all?

LUCIENNE: Well, according to Eric-- Ric-- she got angry because her brothers smashed her birds' egg collection.

Bit of an overreaction, right?

I don't know, it says here the neighbors heard her threatening them, went and got drunk before dousing the house in petrol.

CLIFF: Yeah, and there was something about her using the brothers' favorite toy to start the fire.

After that, she locked them in.

Well, Ric also claimed that she was laughing as her brothers screamed, with the house burning around them.

JULIA: Well, in the public's mind, his statement convinced everyone.

But he was 12 years old at the time.

EDDIE: Surely they must have had more.

Yeah, her DNA was everywhere.

I mean, it would be-- she lived there.

So, more emphasis was put on her confession.

I mean, she didn't deny it.

She couldn't remember it, but she never said she didn't do it.

LUCIENNE: What happened to Ric van der Molden afterwards?

That's what we need to find out: what happened after, where he went and what he did, who with, the lot.

Max Langenburg crossed swords with him, literally.

But is that enough of a motive?

I don't know yet.

Likewise with the grim reaper, Herman Zaal.

Let's dig, see if we can figure out why someone would want Eric dead.

(quietly): How'd you get on with that address?

(quietly): Found it.

(phone vibrating) JAN (over phone): Piet, I need you to meet me at the Hortus.

Soon as you can, yeah?

It's important.

Care to share?

Not at the moment.

(door opens and closes) (sighs) (car door opens) You can fill me in on the way.

(engine starts) (Jan breathing heavily) (birds singing) (phone vibrating) Jan, it's me.

JAN (on speakerphone) Piet, look, I need to talk this thing through with you.

The more I dig, the more it stinks.

I think someone's after me.

Jan, it, it's Julia.

(over phone): Where exactly are you?

Who's after you?

Julie?

Julie, Christ, it's been a long time.

JULIA: I know, hasn't it?

But let's not think about that right now... JAN: Hey!

What... (phone clatters to ground) Jan, are you still there?

JAN: Wait.

JULIA: Jan, are you still there?

Are you all right?

Can you hear me?

We're on our way.

(Jan yells on phone) (brakes squeal) (engine stops) PIET: Jan!

Piet, over here!

JULIA (softly): Jan. PIET: Jan?

Hey, mate, it's Piet.

We're here, mate, we're here-- we're here for you, mate.

It's okay, it's Julia.

It's gonna be okay, just hang in there.

PIET (on phone): Commissaris van der Valk... (feebly): Julia.

PIET: ...as fast as you can.

JAN: You all right?

What?

Let's just get you sorted-- don't worry about me.

Who did this to you?

Tell us.

You look after her.

(Jan grunting) (exhales) (click) JULIA: We have two dead bodies, both linked to her case.

Can't be a coincidence.

I never thought it was.

PIET: How do we even know she's rehabilitated?

She's not a killer.

JULIA: We could get into very deep water on this.

ANNOUNCER: Go to our website, listen to our podcast, watch video, and more.

To order this program, visit ShopPBS.

"Masterpiece" is available with PBS Passport and on Amazon Prime Video.