Van der Valk (Detective Van der Valk)

- (windmill squeaking) - (tense music)

- (tap squeaks) - (water gurgling)

- (bicycle bell rings) - (laughter)

Hey, Pookie? Hey, Pookie?

- (Juliana gasps) - (loud thump)

- Hi! - Hello...

Hello?

I'm Katrin and this is Emmen.

- (Emmen) Yelena. - We've just arrived from Tallin.

Do you know Amsterdam well, huh?

- (Van der Valk) Me? - (Katrin) Yeah.

Oh, you know, a bit.

- (Katrin) Great. - (Emmen) Oh, cool.

Then you can help turn this dull night into a fun night, no?

Oh, we love fun nights!

- Do you? - (Emmen) Yes.

What makes you think I'm qualified to give you a fun night?

- Intuition. - Yeah.

- (both giggle) - So where would you wanna go?

Ah...

Home?

- Oh! Interesting... - (gasps)

That's the right answer. I like a man who gets straight to the point.

Alone.

- No, no. - Listen,

- I gotta go. - No, no, no, please. No.

- So soon, so disappointing. - The night is still young.

Sorry I'm late. Everything okay?

'Cause for a minute there,

I thought you might be chatting someone up.

Oh, no, he was just giving us directions.

Uh, goodbye.

- You looked like you needed rescuing. - Don't we all?

Maybe I was playing hard to get.

Were you playing hard to get?

No. No, you're right, I...

Maybe I needed some help.

Well, consider yourself helped.

Well, thank you. For helping.

- Lena. Mm. - Lena.

- Guess you're free to go now. - Yeah, yeah, I guess I am.

Paid that. I can just...

I'd better go.

Mm.

So, uh...

- (gulls squawking) - (bell chimes)

- (loud thuds) - (Job pants)

I'm sorry, sorry...

The wanderer returns. Good night, was it?

Yeah. Yeah, it was, very.

- You been waiting long? - No, not long.

Right, get that down you.

You're gonna need it.

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Uh, we got tyre tracks in and out of here.

And boot marks everywhere.

- Like those ones there. - Good point.

I'd say we're talking white male, five ten, maybe five eleven...

and judging by the width of that step,

I'd say mid-thirties.

- How d'you guess that? - I think she's describing you, Brad.

- Hendrik. - Hey.

- (Van der Valk) What we got? - (Hendrik) Not exactly sure.

There's an injection mark in her right wrist.

- Doesn't look like a typical junkie. - (Hendrik chuckles)

You never can tell these days.

The cause of death is possible poisoning,

but I'll need toxicology to confirm.

- What, killed somewhere else? - I'd say so.

Lividity on the anterior aspect of the shoulders, torso,

suggest that the body's been on her stomach for a while,

so, we'll have to do a proper examination.

Yeah, most likely somewhere else and brought here.

- When? - (Hendrik) Rigor mortis wearing off,

I'd say she'd been here two or three days.

There's no attempt to hide her ID.

Name's Susie De Windt,

solicitor at De Windt, Coeman & Berg.

And lots of missed calls.

Someone was trying to get hold of her.

- Let's find out who. - (Hendrik) There's another thing...

Razor sharp implement, surface wounds only,

judging by the minimal blood loss, definitely post-mortem.

Not frenzied. I'd say it's a marker.

- (Lucienne) Of what? - (Hendrik) X marks the sport?

Ten in Roman numerals?

- The windmill? - (Hendrik) This might help.

"It's About Ethics.

Where's XX? Follow The Philosopher's Eye."

A murder with ethics. That'd be a first. Any ideas?

No.

Where's Cloovers when you need him?

It's gonna be okay,

it's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay.

Please let it be okay.

- It will be. You did nothing wrong. - I killed someone.

You stepped in, when a fellow officer needed you. End of story.

- (Dahlman) Counselling going okay? - I think we should head in.

Let's get the note checked for handwriting,

paper, ink... anything.

Yeah, will do.

Victim has an X carved into her.

The note mentions a double X.

So we could be looking for a second body, right?

Yeah. It's a staged death.

Theatrical. Cryptic notes left.

Maybe it's part of a bigger plan.

So, what we talking then, proper nutjob?

They usually are.

Next of kin, husband Roland De Windt,

senior partner at the same firm.

He's also a historian and polymath, whatever he means by that.

- Means he's smart. - Good morning, sir. Can I help you?

Excuse me. Roland de Windt?

- (De Windt) Yep. - Is there somewhere private

we can go and talk?

Yeah. I'll be back in a minute.

- (colleague) Sure. - (De Windt) Step this way.

We'll need to ask you some questions about your wife's cases.

Was she working on anything controversial?

Any disgruntled clients? Any, anyone with a grudge?

- (De Windt) Not that I know of. - And when did you last see her?

Um, three days ago.

And when she didn't come home, didn't you think that was... odd?

Well, yeah, but I didn't think...

I didn't think this.

Well, what did you think?

That she might have gone to visit friends, relatives.

Anyone else?

Does your wife normally disappear off radar for three days?

No, and I was concerned.

- (De Windt) Obviously. - But not enough to ring her.

Had you had a row?

No. I'm pretty sure I did ring her.

No. She had 37 missed calls. Mainly work related.

But not one of them was from you.

I've been snowed under. I... I just didn't get round to it.

Mm-hm.

Your wife's body.

It was found at a wind farm outside of town.

Does that make any sense to you?

No. Sorry.

- (phones ringing) - (footsteps)

How'd you get hurt?

Fell, playing squash.

It's my escape.

- (liquid sloshing) - (bottle thuds)

Yeah, that's great.

The PA confirmed Roland De Windt does play squash.

Also hinted all maybe wasn't well in the marriage.

It's odd that he didn't ring his wife, right?

Especially if he killed her.

I mean, if he killed her, he would've rung her, wouldn't he?

To cover his tracks.

Where we at on Susie De Windt's movements?

On the morning she died, she got a bus back to the city

from Sporenburg at 7:06am.

- Sporenburg's a long way from home. - (phone rings)

What was she doing there?

Hey, Lena.

Oh, hi.

You answered your phone.

- Well, it's rude not to. - Mm.

Never stopped you before.

I'm impressed, almost functional.

She know what you do for a living?

No.

One day you're gonna have to tell someone the truth, you know?

Yeah, one day.

- (man) Hello? - (Van der Valk) Busy?

- Dating app, Brad? - (chuckles)

Dating app as if...

Yeah, yeah, all right.