Clean Hands (Schone Handen) (Schone handen)

CLEAN HANDS

Damn...

You okay, Mom?

Yeah, I was just...

Dammit.

Eddie Kronenburg. Now everything's all wet.

What are you gonna do about it? - What was the deal?

Oh no. - Hypocrite! You weren't going to get me wet.

Come on then. - I'm not swimming.

I'm not swimming. - You don't need to.

I won't go in the sea.

I don't want to get wet. - No, you'll have to get your hair done again.

You've been eating herring?

Fried fish. Why?

All right already.

Just go.

Come and swim, Mom. - In a minute. Go.

Feels chilly.

No barbecue again, I suppose?

We'll see.

Locked in the bathroom? Shaving your legs?

I'm here now, baby. - I'm not your baby, honey.

Focus on the grill.

I got a text, Dad. - What do I care? Put your phone away.

More lemonade, Charlie? - Focus on the grill, not the girls.

Watch his hands. He's only got two.

I don't care for burnt fingers.

Is that hamburger ready yet? - Almost

Ignore your uncle. He's just here because he has nowhere else to go.

They're here, Daphne. Get the door.

I got it for 8000 off that dick from the deli.

Watch your mouth - Sorry, Syl.

Sweetie, where were you? We're ready to eat.

Sorry. - You're late.

Gijs isn't here. - He isn't?

I can't reach him. He doesn't pick up. I called and texted him.

Nothing at all? - No.

Have a drink, he'll come. - I want to know where he is.

Doesn't Eddie know anything? - Eddie.

Any idea where Gijs is?

Hey, gorgeous. You have a drink?

I don't want a drink. I want my husband. - We'll look for him.

Look for him? - You spoke to him?

I haven't. We'll find him.

Look where? - He can't be far. We'll find him.

Eddie, you call him. - Charlie will help.

Nah. - Listen, honey. No one touches him.

Go on. - Come on, babe. To the Lexington.

You came by car? - No, moped, okay!

Call when you find him.

I don't know, Syl.

He might just be with his whore. - What? Gijs?

Dammit.

Police. We spent all day on the beach yesterday. We're in this together.

Who's there? - Your mother, Kronenburg!

You need a shave, mom. - Amsterdam CID.

Quit stalling and open the door, or I will.

Mom...

Mom, what's up?

Bad mood, Brandsma? - New pied a terre, Kronenburg?

Just a rental, kind of like yours?

No idea. I'll have to look inside first. - Here.

Let me study this.

Mom.

It looks fake. -Seriously Kronenburg?

Mom.

Can you hear me? - I'm coming, honey. One second.

Mom, Mom!

Stay upstairs with your brother. No worries.

You know what? Come inside. Better than chasing bad guys in this heat.

Living room, upstairs... You the kitchen. - Keep the woman and children in the hall.

Come with me.

What's going on? - Nothing.

It's a mistake. - But not mine.

And that's mine. Hand over.

Look. Hairdressers' reunion tonight?

Right up my street.

I'm glad my tax money is put to good use. - I didn't know you even paid taxes.

Is there anything you do know?

It's a late Rembrandt.

We want to see your car. Keys please?

Hands off. You can touch anything except me.

They're looking for Al-Qaeda garden gnomes. Could explode any minute.

Move on.

Slept in on both sides.

That's hot. - But we did find blood.

That's mine. That time of the month.

Poke your nose into that.

Where were you yesterday?

On the beach. - And your husband?

With us. - All day?

Until our barbecue.

And until then you were all on the beach?

The children will confirm that?

If you were allowed to interrogate them... - Do you know Gijs Teerlink?

When did you last see him?

No idea. Ask my husband.

Or Mr. Teerlink himself.

Mr. Teerlink can't say much anymore.

How come? - Run over by a van.

Terrible, isn't it?

We filed it as 'a suspicious accident'.

Is there someone to look after the kids, 'cos if you're lying, you'll go to jail.

I'll ask you one more time.

Where was he yesterday?

On the beach.

Then here.

Together.

Brandsma...

And William the Silent?

You have permission to interrogate her? - interrogate her?

We're just chatting. ls there any coffee?

You look like you drink tea.

Used to. - I can tell.

Tea?

You know the way. - Thanks.

That was fun. - It was?

Not your thing? - The wife's our way in.

Pervert.

Sirens on. Let the neighbors know who lives here.

Hey, police guys! You forgot something.

They're crazy.

Off to school.

Dad? - Hey buddy

I'm starving. Can you get me something?

Get dressed.

What's with Gijs?

They said an accident.

Under suspicious circumstances. - That doesn't mean anything.

They asked when I last saw him. - They're just fucking with us.

I found blood in the toilet, Eddie. I had to unclog it.

I lied to the cops for you.

It was my blood. Here.

I wiped it with toilet paper before the barbecue.

How did you get that? - On that fucking door in the warehouse.

Maybe the guys know what happened to Gijs.

Baby, Gijs was my friend.

It's hard for me too. But it is what it is.

We had a deal. We'd grow big by staying small.

The deal was: I keep my business out of our home and you stay out of it.

But you didn't do that, did you?

It's a disgusting business. - But when you go to Luis Vuiton, it isn't.

When things go wrong, it's suddenly disgusting.

Take a look in your closet. Where do you think it all comes from? Salvation army?

I don't want to end up like Ineke, without a husband.

That won't happen.

I've got everything under control.

I can tell.

I don't ever want the kids going through this again. Understand?

Are we ever going to open our beach bar?

That's a bit delicate right now. - It's been 'delicate' for two years now.

I have to go. Make money.

Go play beach bar in your $80.000 kitchen.

Yuri, Daphne... come on.

Well...

Say you went to the dentist.

Sweetheart...

The invitations for your party.

Did you hear me, Yuri?

No cavities. - Very good.

Guys. All had visitors today? - Yep.

And William the Silent? - They don't want a visit from Disselhoek.

Why did you get red ones? - They were out of pink.

What did Disselhoek say? - They're just trying to scare us.

Our mole says they have nothing. - Losers.

Can we have a moment for Gijs? Come on.

Mitchell!

Mitchell!

Darling , how are you holding up?

Why is he running off?

What happened?

Eddie said an accident.

I have to...

I have to go to Gijs.

I have to...

I have to bring him clean clothes.

Baby!

What have they done to you?

Sorry I'm late.

Mrs. Kronenburg? - Yes.

Can I have a word? - Certainly.

Is everything alright at home? - Yes. Why?

Daphne was involved in a fight today.

The other parents filed a complaint.

It can't just be her fault. Can it?

She tore the other kids' clothes. - They deserved it.

Zip it. - You know what they said to me?

There are rules all students have to follow.

If not we'll have to suspend her. - Fine.

Yes.

Thanks!

What did I tell you?

Clothes!

The Intensive Car Care garage decided they wanted to work with us after all.

I told you to be more convincing. - Can you drop me at Social Services.

They're bothering me about my benefits. - Sure.

Disselhoek - Lawyers

Yes? - It's Eddie.

Kronenburg! -June.

How much? - 16...