EDDIE: Did Gerda have any enemies?

DANIELLE: We're activists, not extremists.

(Sniffer barking) I just helped ship some songbirds from Indonesia via Amsterdam.

The cash was payment for that.

Did Gerda discover the money?

PIET: We need to know who took her life.

Is this about last night?

I think I saw someone.

(car engine revving, tires squeal) (body and car collide) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpering) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (helicopter passes overhead) LUCIENNE: Two very different victims.

Gerda Schalk, environmental campaigner, and Meatball, animal trafficker.

That she helped send to prison.

I mean, there's got to be a connection.

Why kill Meatball?

He fulfilled his end of the bargain, didn't he?

He dropped the money off as planned.

Maybe he wasn't meant to kill Gerda Schalk.

If it was him that did it.

Well, if we're to believe what he just said, there was someone else there, too.

Yeah.

And if that was the killer, whom Meatball could identify... ...well, he becomes a very loose end.

Mmm.

I think you're gonna like this.

The car that mowed him down?

Guess who it's registered to.

Gerda's boyfriend, Flinn Bovens.

I have absolutely no idea what my car was doing across town, okay?

I haven't used it since yesterday.

LUCIENNE: Someone has.

To kill Carl Simons.

Hmm.

Dead meat now.

Yeah, someone must have stolen it.

I don't know, they're trying to frame me.

All right.

Are you saying you didn't kill Meatball?

Of course I didn't!

LUCIENNE: And what about Gerda?

A man she helped imprison was at the scene of her murder.

She's dead, and now he is, too.

(clicks tongue): Your car being used as a murder weapon.

I mean, it's not sounding great, is it?

(exhales) You involved with Jay Waldock trafficking birds?

FLINN: No!

What?

I hardly know the guy.

I, I've met him a couple times through Gerda, but that's it.

I tell you what, why don't I go and get a spade, and then you can dig yourself a bigger hole.

Does that sound like a plan?

(chuckling): What's he on about?

Is he for real?

Sadly.

I think he's on about the fact that we borrowed Jay Waldock's phone to track you down just now, and couldn't help noticing that between your girlfriend's murder and Jay's arrest with a holdall full of cash, you rang each other a total of 17 times.

(clicks tongue): I mean, I don't think that was to organize a game of pool, was it?

Jay Waldock told us about the birds smuggled in and sold on through Meatball.

What we don't know is where that money is heading.

You know, I can't help wondering if it's meant to go to whoever trashed your apartment, who's maybe annoyed not to have it yet.

What are they gonna be like now?

LUCIENNE: Think he's telling the truth about the car?

PIET: Annoyingly, yeah.

I mean, killers aren't renowned for their intelligence, but using your own car as a murder weapon?

Maybe he panicked.

He's clearly stressed out.

He's not necessarily thinking straight.

If that was the case, I think he'd be panicking even more, wouldn't he?

Whereas he just looks lost and confused.

Wow.

Just wow, look at you and your maturity and emotional intelligence.

Maybe you should think about parenting.

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

(bell tolling) PIET: Go on, then.

CLIFF: Maybe we should ask the boss if she can get Sniffer back into circulation.

I doubt it.

We know she gets carried away on the drugs.

It's Amsterdam.

Who doesn't?

EDDIE: Just going through the bird stuff on Gerda's computer.

A lot of people communicated with her.

But this one's interesting, Caged Bird.

A lot of questions, very argumentative.

PIET: Since when?

And argumentative in what way?

Over the last few months.

Mainly about whether it's okay to keep a bird in a cage or not.

CLIFF: Cultural reasons for and against.

It's a big deal in the Surinamese community.

We love, we cherish, we treasure our songbirds.

So what was Gerda Schalk's take?

Against, unlike Caged Bird, who talks about "confinement "being a release, "containment sparking passion, suffering inspiring beauty."

Cobie Stegenga's song "Wings of Freedom."

It's got this line, "Suffering is my passion, struggle my release."

That's pretty similar, right?

So Caged Bird could be Cobie Stegenga under another name.

When was the last communication?

Um, last night.

"Good to talk, maybe you're right.

I'm really scared, but maybe it's time to be free."

Right, get tech to see if there's any way of locating from where those messages were sent.

LUCIENNE: I might have something, too.

Gerda's emails-- she sent one the day before yesterday to Jesse Bergen asking to meet.

What did he say?

He didn't reply.

Right, let's have a word with him tomorrow.

Where's Hendrik?

He went home.

Must be tired.

LUCIENNE: He never goes home early.

Especially when he's tired.

♪ Raven haven ♪ ♪ I love you no more ♪ ♪ Dreamer redeemer ♪ ♪ Return to before ♪ (singing with recording): ♪ Heart over heart ♪ ♪ And blood over blood ♪ (recording continues): ♪ Shield me from fear ♪ ♪ And hold me so good ♪ You're a long way away.

♪ ♪ There's something's going on with Hendrik.

Can't quite put my finger on it.

I don't know, maybe I'm just stressed.

Hm.

(smacks lips): Well, some of the team handle stress better than others.

(Sniffer inhales) (moans softly) (chuckles) (exhales, rumbling) (rain falling steadily) (exhales) Why do I get a feeling this isn't a coincidence?

You got something you want to tell me?

Not really.

Go on.

Indulge me.

You know you want to.

I always liked it around here.

(clears throat): A good vibe and energy.

(inhales deeply): Sort of place that makes you feel alive.

Wow.

Could you just be a little more dramatic?

I mean, just build up the tension even more.

If you insist.

I, um, had a bit of a cough.

I noticed.

It's gone away.

But you have slightly smaller pupils than usual, and you're taking pills.

My guess is morphine to ease the cough?

You should've been a detective.

(inhales deeply) So, I did a slide analysis of some saliva, throat swabs, cytology of cells present, sent my bloods off.

Don't tell me.

Man flu.

Squamous cell carcinoma.

Obviously, it's still better than some of the alternatives.

Obviously.

Actually, uh, I'm none the wiser.

Throat cancer, Piet.

I've got throat cancer.

♪ ♪ (softly): Right.

(whispers): Right.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

How do you feel about that?

(laughs) How do I feel about it?

I mean, what sort of a question's that?

And since when did you ever want to talk about feelings, hmm?

Plenty of times.

(snickering) Lots!

Yeah, right.

Several.

At least.

Once?

All right.

All right, listen.

Listen, we, we don't, we don't, we don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to.

I feel small and alone, if you must know.

You know, waking up in the morning and feeling okay, feeling well, and waking up and your health not even crossing your mind... (chuckles) ...it turns out that's really, really underestimated.

Well, I'm sure that you, you're gonna feel that again.

I mean, what, is this it?

Is this all there is?

Or more to the point... Ooh!

Was that it?

(grunts) (exhales) (quietly): Yeah.

What time do you call this?

(sighs): Slept in.

Sniffer's snoring's off the scale.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

(knocks on door) Piet, this is me you're talking to.

(sighs) Hendrik's got throat cancer.

(door opens) Good morning.

Come in.

LUCIENNE: We're actually here to talk about Gerda Schalk.

Does that name ring a bell?

Uh... Yeah, she emailed me a couple of days ago out of the blue.

LUCIENNE: We know.

Asking to meet.

So, why didn't you reply?

I hadn't got round to it?

(chuckles) But also, I don't know her, and had no idea why she'd want to meet me.

I, I don't even know how she got my name.

Could it have been about work?

I mean, what is it you do?

I'm a trader.

Stocks and shares.

PIET: Not about that, then.

You knew Cobie as a kid, right?

Mm-hmm.

When did her issues start?

Uh, when she was about six or seven.

Then her mum passed, which was tough for her.

It was social situations that really got to her, if she went near them.

She was pretty isolated for the most part, used to get teased a lot.

So, she retreated into writing.

(murmurs): Journals, poetry, and music.

The journals, are they still around?

Oh, I don't have any.

Marcus or Mum might.

PIET: I mean, I get that introversion fits with writing, but performing?

Uh, you've got to confront your fears, she used to say.

But yeah, performing was never gonna work.

The tour was a terrible idea.

She wasn't ready.

She couldn't cope.

So she took her own life.

♪ ♪ When Cobie was teased, how did she react?

(chuckles) Violently.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (echoing): My love weaves a delicate breath (echo stops) singing tales of life and songs of death.

(birds chirping) (humming) ♪ ♪ (crow cawing, wind gusts) Was Hendrik okay when he told you about it?

Uh, pretty matter of fact.

He self-diagnosed.

Really?

LUCIENNE: What, so it's not official?

Ah, I didn't ask.

(bicycle bell rings) Although he is a doctor.

And he is generally infallible.

(calling): Mr. Stegenga.

You're in.

(softly): That's a first.

PIET: You going somewhere?

Found Cobie yet?

Working on it.

You?

No.

So, I need to go on.

LUCIENNE: Thing is, there's been a second murder.

What's that to do with Marcus?

PIET: Maybe nothing.

Maybe something.

Just saying.

Say something else.

LUCIENNE: We want to ask about Cobie's lyrics and writing.

From the early days.

Did you keep anything?

Notebooks?

Journals?

Couldn't help but notice you got nothing about Cobie here.

Nothing wrong with your eyesight.

Bit unusual, though, wouldn't you say?

No, I wouldn't.

That would be sentimental.

And I don't do sentiment.

It's too like nostalgia.

And nostalgia is too like accepting something's over.

Anyway, I gave all that stuff to Anki.

ANKI: Everything I have is in here.

Notebooks, scrap bits of paper she'd scribble on, photo albums.

(softly): Yeah.

Do you mind if we take these?

(stammers softly) Um, as long, as long as I can get them back.

They're all we have.

You'll get them back, I promise.

Thank you.

She meant a lot to you and your son, didn't she?

I don't think Jesse's ever got over what happened.

Were Jesse and Cobie lovers?

Not that I know of, but I...

I think they might have ended up together.

There's been no one else for Jesse.

He sort of fell apart after she went.

Fell apart in what way?

Drink and drugs, mostly, but he's over that now.

And he's not going back.

What about you and Marcus?

You two lovers?

(stammers softly) We're friends-- good friends, but that's all.

Does Marcus do okay out of the sculptures?

Yeah, sells well, internationally.

Not that he's bothered.

They're creatives, aren't they?

Do it for the love.

Like father, like daughter.

PIET: Something bothers me about that whole houseboat setup.

Marcus, Anki, Jesse, Cobie... You live on a boat just round the corner.

Yeah, I know.

Look at me.

(exhales): I don't know.

It's all a bit, uh, incestuous, maybe?

Hm.

Try this lot-- fan heaven.

Okay.

Couple of things.

We had Flinn Bovens tailed last night.

He didn't go home.

Hm, that doesn't surprise me.

He went to see Jesse Bergen.

Stayed about hour and a half, and then left.

How do they know each other?

Well, Jesse Bergen told us he didn't know Gerda.

And then he gets a visit from her boyfriend.

What's that about?

Do we go back?

No, not yet.

His mother said his world fell apart after Cobie disappeared.

Check his financials.

Check the lot of them.

What else?

EDDIE: Tech have used cell site location to find a possible area from where the Caged Bird sent messages.

♪ ♪ PIET: Let's check it out.

Right.

Nice work.

Thanks.

(boat horn blows) COBIE: ♪ Darkness comes ♪ ♪ How could you leave me?

♪ ♪ Where can I find you?

♪ ♪ ♪ (through earbuds): ♪ Do you grieve me?

♪ ♪ ♪ (full volume resumes): ♪ Why aren't your dreams here ♪ ♪ When I need them?

♪ ♪ Where did you bury my high wings ♪ ♪ Of freedom?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hold me again ♪ ♪ My delicate lover ♪ ♪ I want to beat my heart into feeling ♪ ♪ I want to beat my soul into healing ♪ ♪ ♪ Are we in the right place?

Well, this is where tech indicated.

It's the middle of nowhere.

Maybe the Caged Bird comes here to get a signal.

Maybe this is the first place she can do that.

Which would imply she's out there somewhere.

It's pretty off-grid.

It's a good place to stay missing.

Pretty vast.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ Yep.

Okay.

Yes.

(Sniffer whining) Is she smelling drugs or cash?

Maybe something else.

(softly): Hey, Hendrik.

(inhales) Told her, then?

You getting it checked?

Do I check when someone's dead?

(chuckles): This is slightly different.

Even you can't self-diagnose.

You need an official diagnosis.

If you want me to come with you, then I...

It's all right, Hassell.

I saw Doc Rosler last week.

The works.

Oh.

Okay.

What stage?

I'm at the not wanting to talk about it right now stage.

Understood.

I've been thinking about it.

You'll be fine.

There's no way you're gonna shuffle off your mortal coil without giving me hell.

Probably over many years.

I mean, maybe even decades.

It won't be fast.

It'll be slow and painful for us all.

Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Not really, no.

Okay.

So, just so I know, have you told anyone else?

Me?

No, no.

Just, just... Just Lucienne.

Okay.

So, can we get back to spitballing now?

Because Eddie thinks he's got something on Cobie's early lyrics.

EDDIE: Yeah, some really troubling stuff.

There's a lot, and I mean a lot, about being oppressed by "the man in black"?

Make any sense to you?

I just thought it was a generic image, but it features a lot.

LUCIENNE: Marcus Stegenga always wears black.

Never seen him in anything else.

HENDRIK: "Oppression and control from the man in black."

Isn't that one of hers?

Before the, the sax solo bleeds in, hmm?

Yeah, maybe his obsession with finding her is blacker than we think.

And his website's just a, what, a screwed-up front?

Maybe he's found Cobie and he wants to keep her all to himself.

Pretty dark, Hendrik.

And your point is?

He could still be angry with her for what she did and wants to make sure she never leaves again.

(inhales): Well, to do that, he would have to be very, very, very controlling.

♪ ♪ He's in.

Actually, it's you we've come to see.

Do you, uh, always do Marcus's ironing?

ANKI: For sure.

Ironing, shopping, housework.

(chuckles) Keeps me busy now I'm retired.

Retired from?

I was a teacher.

Poetry and literature.

As a parent, how did Marcus get on with Cobie when she was younger?

Did they argue?

No more than any other parent and child.

Why are you asking?

We're just trying to get a handle on how things were before Cobie left.

Marcus was on his own, right?

After the death of his wife?

I was there for him, but... Yeah.

PIET: Losing the person you love.

That can't have been easy.

I don't think it was.

And it would make you worry for your child, wouldn't it?

Over-worry, even.

Absolutely.

She was everything to him.

LUCIENNE: So, was he possessive in any way?

Controlling?

Marcus?

No.

That's not what I meant.

I mean, not really, anyway.

So, what did you mean?

I mean...

He was protective.

Protective and possessive.

Hard to know where the line is between them, right?

(rings) What's that?

Marcus.

It's his way of telling me he wants lunch.

Let me get this right.

He rings a bell, and you make him lunch.

Yeah.

Cute, isn't it?

COBIE (through earbuds): ♪ How could you leave me?

♪ ♪ Where can I find you?

♪ ♪ Do you grieve me?

♪ ♪ ♪ Marcus wears black, right?

He does.

Such a shame, I think.

Same with you.

You could afford to play with a bit of color, make those eyes of yours pop.

Yeah, well, let's just stick with Marcus, shall we?

Has he always worn black?

(chuckling): No.

He used to be so colorful, back in the day.

Really quite dapper.

♪ ♪ COBIE (through earbuds): ♪ Why aren't your dreams here ♪ ♪ When I need them?

♪ ANKI: Things changed when Cobie went missing.

Marcus changed.

That's when he started wearing black.

Symbolic, he says.

Just so we're clear, Marcus definitely wasn't wearing black when Cobie started writing songs and stuff.

No.

(song continues through earbuds) Well, thanks.

Ooh, by the way, does the name Flinn Bovens mean anything to you?

Never heard of him-- why?

We thought maybe he knew your son.

Sorry, can't help.

(song continues through earbuds) (birds calling) EDDIE: Checked his financials.

Trader or not, Jesse Bergen has gambling debts a mile high.

And I just got off the phone with customs.

I think he might have a sideline.

A lot of trips abroad.

So he travels-- what of it?

EDDIE: Well, he travels regularly between two countries-- Indonesia and Brazil.

Same countries Jay Waldock admitted smuggling from and to.

So, he's in on it, too.

I'm pretty sure Flinn Bovens is, as well.

Makes sense why he was there, at Jesse's place.

Okay, let's get over there.

That's not all.

The young Jesse Bergen went through a goth phase.

The man in black.

♪ ♪ (knock at door) Sorry to bother you, but we're coming in.

Please don't get up.

Paying another visit, are we?

Hey, what, what is this?

PIET: Smuggling HQ, that's what this is.

You want to tell us the routine or can we guess?

You travel to Indonesia and then what, source the birds?

Your stock market crashed, did it?

Or your gambling debts get too big?

(stammering): What's it to you?

What do you want?

What do I want?

I want to charge both of you with animal trafficking.

But first, I want to know where Cobie fits in.

I, I don't know what you mean.

EDDIE: Well, you were into Cobie, right?

The man in black.

That's you.

Years ago.

It, it was a phase.

I got over it.

The obsession with birds, was that a phase?

Did Cobie get that from you?

I got it from her, after she died.

In her memory.

After she died?

Yes, like I told these guys.

But we don't think she's dead.

LUCIENNE: And that she got in touch with Gerda Schalk.

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (breath trembles) PIET: So, how did you two meet?

Meatball introduced us.

(sniffs) Conman that he was.

We ended up owing him money, and he blackmailed us into smuggling as a way of paying him back.

He approached me in a bar out of the blue.

Well, I'm not sure it was out of the blue.

Gerda helped put him away in prison.

LUCIENNE: Took his revenge on you, all right, and her, using bird woman's boyfriend to smuggle birds.

Who trashed the flat?

JESSE: The traffickers who sourced the birds.

We had to pay them back yesterday morning first thing, or else.

How long has this been going on?

Months.

It's been a nightmare.

I've had to hide out on his mum's boat sometimes.

LUCIENNE: Anki?

You know his mum?

Of course.

PIET: How was your mum with Cobie?

What was she, like, a, a mother figure?

Totally.

Marcus could be really strict.

Cobie turned to Mum.

Idolized her, really.

And how was your mum with Cobie's issues?

In charge.

Cobie relied on her.

She did everything Mum said.

When Cobie disappeared, how did your mum take it?

Was she angry?

I guess.

We all were.

Right, get these two down to the station.

You got Danielle Panhoff's telephone number?

I need it, now.

EDDIE: Sure.

♪ ♪ Hey.

Thanks for agreeing to meet us.

Any news on Gerda?

Maybe.

People contacted Gerda about birds, right?

All the time.

In person?

Sometimes, yes.

Did, um, this person ever come by, by any chance?

Yeah, I spoke with her months ago.

She had a friend who wanted to get in touch with Gerda, but it had to be strictly confidential.

And did she say why?

No, but she was insistent.

Okay.

Thanks.

♪ ♪ LUCIENNE: So Anki went to kill Gerda at the conference center.

Meatball was there, dropping the money.

She must have seen him, and he saw her.

Yeah.

PIET: Anki's a control freak, and he made himself a problem she needed to solve.

LUCIENNE: She knows Flinn, steals his car, and takes Meatball out.

Are sure you don't just want to go in?

No.

If Anki introduced Cobie to Gerda Schalk, she knows where Cobie is.

Maybe that's where she disappears off to.

And we want her to take us there.

(engine starting, grinding) ♪ ♪ LUCIENNE: So, Anki wanted Marcus and Jesse all to herself.

Yep, and she doesn't want Cobie to get in the way of that.

♪ ♪ (turn signal clicking) ♪ ♪ (engine rattling) ♪ ♪ (engine thuds) LUCIENNE: Oh, not again.

(engine hissing) PIET: No, it's fine, it's fine.

It'll be, uh, it'll be okay.

(engine stops) You think?

(key turns, engine grinds) (engine grinding) Classic, you said.

(bird cawing) (insect buzzing) ♪ ♪ (chirping) (engine stops) (exhales) (birds chirping) (keys jangling) ♪ ♪ (bird chirping) (panting) (gate creaking) ♪ ♪ Sorted.

(slaps hood) Yep, I told you the gasket was a problem.

(engine starting) (revving) ANKI: Cobie?

(bird cawing) Where are you?

Cobie?

(bird cawing) ♪ ♪ ANKI (audio distorted): Cobie.

(panting) (panting) (calling): Cobie?

(panting) (panting) Cobie!

(bird chirping) ♪ ♪ (chirping) (chirping) ♪ ♪ (voice trembling): Cobie?

Cobie!

(car door closes, engine starts) ♪ ♪ (car doors open) LUCIENNE: Cobie.

Cobie, it's okay.

Don't listen to them.

They're fakes.

Come, let's get in the car.

Cobie, come on.

Come on!

I want to go home, Anki.

I know, I'll take you.

I'll take you right now.

Don't believe her.

ANKI: Don't listen to them!

Cobie, you know I'm right.

You know that you can trust me.

You always have, ever since you were little.

LUCIENNE (whispering): Piet, I don't have a shot.

Cobie?

Tell us about Gerda.

(gasps softly) (stammering): Gerda's my friend.

She teaches me about birds, about how they think and feel.

That's right.

I introduced you to her, didn't I?

Yeah, why did you allow that?

COBIE: 'Cause, 'cause I asked.

'Cause... 'Cause I was lonely.

ANKI: And I always do what's best for you, don't I?

Cobie, let's get in the car.

Cobie!

Come on!

What did Gerda say to you two nights ago?

♪ ♪ It was time for me to go home.

That I was ready.

ANKI: And it is.

I'll take you right now.

Gerda's there.

She's on the boat with your dad, and they're all waiting for you.

PIET: She's lying!

They're at home?

Yeah!

PIET: Don't believe her!

Come on.

Gerda's dead!

She killed her!

(engine starts) (engine revving) Go for the tires.

(firing, tires squealing) ♪ ♪ What did, what did they mean?

What did you do to Gerda?

♪ ♪ I should never have let you see that woman.

♪ ♪ Stop the car.

You're not taking me home, are you?

(panting) (shouting): Anki, stop the car!

♪ ♪ (engine sputtering) Classic.

(engine stops) ♪ ♪ (fires, tire pops) (engine stops, Cobie panting) ANKI: You!

(Cobie gasping) You, you left Marcus and Jesse.

You broke their hearts.

You ruined their lives.

(voice trembling): How could you do that?

(crying): I wasn't well.

I needed to be alone.

But I miss Dad.

I miss everyone.

(gasping): So, I contacted you, 'cause I had no else to turn to.

You were in love with Marcus, weren't you?

(panting) He's all I ever wanted.

But as soon as she went, that was it.

He shut down.

LUCIENNE: But couldn't you figure it all out together?

ANKI: It wouldn't work like that.

It would be over for me and Marcus.

(voice breaking): We wouldn't have what little we have now.

(breathlessly): But you said... You, you said it wasn't time for me to come back.

You said that Dad was angry and that, that he didn't want me.

You said he hated me and he never wanted to see me again.

PIET: She lied.

Your father has never forgotten you.

He never gave up the search.

He never gave up on you.

I want to see Dad.

And Jesse.

(screaming): You stay away from my Jesse!

(bullet clanks) (yelps) Okay.

It's okay, it's over.

(Anki moaning) You can go home now.

(crying) (sirens blaring in distance) (radios running) ♪ ♪ Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪ You missed your chance to say hello.

No, that's the last thing she needs.

(clicks tongue) ♪ ♪ Let's go.

♪ ♪ (grinder stops) (bird chirping) (footsteps approaching slowly) Hi, Dad.

(bird chirping) It is good to have you back.

(inhales deeply) Your bird has been driving me up the wall.

(both laughing) (Marcus crying) (bird chirping) As has he.

♪ ♪ Come on, Sniffer.

Let's go.

Come on.

♪ ♪ I love you.

(softly): I love you, too.

(both breathe deeply) COBIE: ♪ Raven haven ♪ HENDRIK: Tap, tippity, tap, tap.

♪ I love you no more... ♪ Every time you tap, rotisserie chicken... (sighs): Tap a tip...

Tap, tap...

Tap, tippity, tap, tap.

Every time you tap, rotis... Now shush.

Tap, tippity, tap, tap, every time you tap, rotisserie chicken.

Tap, tippity, tap, tap, every time you tap, rotisserie chicken.

That's pretty good, that's... Hi, Hendrik.

(Eddie chuckles) Oh, come on, I thought... Well...

I might've mentioned it to Lena, as well, yeah.

Anyone else?

(Sniffer whines) HENDRIK (sighing): Sniffer, too, eh?

Well, no, but... Well, she might've overheard it.

(barks) I haven't told Cliff, though.

Yeah, well, Cliff knows because I told him-- he knew before anyone.

Why didn't you tell me?

Hendrik asked me not to.

HENDRIK: Yeah-- unlike you, Piet, Cliff knows how to keep a secret.

Fair play.

ALL: Cheers.

PIET: Cheers.

♪ ♪ (talking softly) Come on.

(Sniffer yips) Hey.

Did you, uh... Did you speak to Doc Rosler?

Yeah, I did.

What did he say?

He said he hasn't spoken to Hendrik in three years.

Hendrik refuses to see him ever since the doc told him to stop drinking.

(coughing) So, why lie?

(coughing continues) HENDRIK: It's all right, it's all right.

I think he's scared.

He may well be right about his diagnosis.

♪ ♪ But even if he is, early treatment is crucial to his chance of survival.

You got to get him to a clinic.

And I thought solving murders was difficult.

(chuckles) He's even more stubborn than you.

But he's family.

I'll have to think of something.

You were there, Cliff, you remember, that guy, he was off his head!

Come on.

(Sniffer panting) (laughing): Did you see him trying to... (all laughing) (click) ♪ ♪ TYCHO: We have a moral obligation to the world.

Somebody better start talking.

Move!

JULIA: Two dead bodies in quick succession.

He'd stop anyone getting close.

You're lying!

You can't tell me that!

It's my life, Piet.

Let me deal with it my way.

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