Keizersvrouwen

She's got her.

My mother. She's got Lulu.

Your mother?

-Your mother, who's dead? -My mother is not dead, not literally.

-What's wrong? -I just don't know where to start!

The police showed me photographs of my own wife who runs an escort service.

And it gets worse, because they suspect her of laundering money.

So she'll be in jail soon and we'll have nothing left.

Yes, I don't...

I know I have to explain that to you.

And I will do so, Michiel.

But not now, because I've lost my child.

When you go to jail, then you'll lose her!

You don't know her. You really don't.

She will destroy that child.

Really.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

WOMEN OF THE NIGHT

-Congratulations and good luck. -Thank you.

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

Congratulations. Great.

-Congratulations. Good luck. -Thank you.

Excuse me. He's my son.

I just want to say that I'm incredibly proud of you.

Enjoy this evening, son. I love you. You, too. Have a nice evening.

Just a small party, right?

-My cheeks are numb. -A little while longer.

Mr. Blaauw...

-This is my wife Xandra. -Nice to meet you.

It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Mayor.

Call me Gerrit.

I was impressed by you before this, but even more so now.

Gerrit.

Can I get you a glass of cava?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

-See you later. -Of course.

Honey, you're doing great.

There he is, the man of the evening.

Wow. Hello.

You're the woman of the evening, in any case.

You can be proud of him. An asset for city hall.

He's only a spokesperson now, but in a few years... whee!

- Yeah, yeah. -Sorry I'm late.

Michiel, my boy, you did good.

-Thank you. -And you, too.

When I was asked to contribute to protecting the reputation of this city

and to help conduct the cleanup, I was, of course, very honored.

Honored and humbled with the trust that put in me with this new job.

Thank you for that.

But this would never have worked without Xandra at my side.

-What went through my mind... -

...in my first days as a spokesperson?

-Does Amsterdam need protection? -

Please. It shows the beauty of this city...

What's the meaning of this?

What?

So you can have a drink to celebrate this and I can't?

-You're too young. -And who are you?

Your mother.

It wasn't always fair how it went.

It wasn't always reputable. That's true.

Even if it's just an Italian tourist who's standing on the Dam

and he can't tell the difference between the Bijenkorf and Madame Tussauds.

- -Too stoned.

Traditionally, the religiously persecuted

were also able to catch their breath here.

That's the most important thing that needs to be protected: tolerance.

From the streets to city hall, like Pretty Woman.

But you're no Julia Roberts...

and I know exactly what you are.

That's the pearl of this beautiful capital city.

Let's end this wonderful day with a toast.

To my kind wife. Cheers!

What a day, hmm?

Don't wait for me.

Xandra.

Xannie, baby.

I saw you through the window, and I thought, "It really is you."

- Come here. -Hey, Pam.

Wow!

How long has it been?

-You look good. -Thank you. You, too.

-Are you with someone? -Michiel.

What the fuck.

He's the mayor's spokesperson now.

Wow.

How about you?

- I won't be caged. -No.

Peacock.

You'll love it.

Peacock?

-No way. I have to work tomorrow. - Sweetie...

you don't have to do anything.

Hi, honey.

What happened with that cop?

-Something went wrong. -Ah, we don't need that, do we?

Who fired?

Hi, Syl.

I received a call on my way here. They raided one of our clubs again.

They want to corner us.

Okay...

Um, we have $3.5 million cash we weren't able to siphon off.

-Next week, we'll have one million more. -Yes!

What do you want to do? What's your plan?

Short-term?

Uh, we can move three times as much through the existing companies.

And the new companies?

We're working on it.

Syl, how about your guy at city hall? Can't he take the pressure off a bit?

No, he can't.

Since you decided to have one of your guys kill a cop.

-I warned him. -Hey, hey, hey.

So I had to explain to this man here

what will happen if you endanger my business.

If one of you ever makes a mistake like that again...

-You do your thing and I'll do mine. Okay? -Hmm.

Why are you texting all the time?

-What are you doing? - Um... it's business.

I work for a kind of events agency.

Are you still in?

Yes.

But as my own boss now.

Arranging clients, looking for girls,

planning appointments.

This is the life.

Is that Ralph?

Uh-huh. This is his place.

Faster, faster.

- -

Sweetie...

Oh, God...

Shouldn't we do something together again?

You'd love Bliss.

Listen, in a few days, we have to go to a bankers' party.

I could use an extra pair of hands.

Wow.

Not like that.

To assist me.

No.

No. I can't do that.

-I promised Michiel. -He doesn't have to know.

It's only for one night.

I need someone I can trust to help me.

Just give it some thought.

-Good morning. - Good morning.

Which girls should we take to the bankers' party?

Xandra Keizer.

Yes.

No, I'm on my way.

Okay.

I'm listening.

That would be a first.

Selling fake IDs. Lu, really?

Okay. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I got caught.

-You really think this is funny? -Isn't it all one big joke?

-You trying to be the concerned mother. -Lu,

the principal wants to inform Child Services.

-Do you know what that means? -That you're rid of me again.

Laundering money accompanied by large-scale criminality

has been causing problems for years.

It's odd that these problems only seem to be taken seriously

after one of your people was killed.

There are limits to what we can tolerate.

It's obvious that they have been crossed.

So it's an eye for an eye now?

Exactly.

There.

A perfect raid.

Great footage and then we get this. "An eye for an eye."

It makes sense in this case.

And there's nothing wrong with it, is there?

The only thing the viewer remembers is that the police is acting out of revenge.

One of our men was murdered.

Should we just take it lying down?

My deepest condolences.

-But the reputation of our city-- -He is...

You can't let people walk all over you.

We're not fighting against something. We're fighting for a cleaner Amsterdam.

His body isn't even cold yet, and you're talking about the city's reputation.

Detective, have some patience with Michiel.

It's his first week.

I've got stuff to do.

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