[grandiose music plays] [cheerful orchestral music] [church bells chiming] [boat engine whirring] [soft orchestral music] [Erik] Watch three, can you read me, over?

[watch 3] You're breaking up, repeat, you're breaking up.

I'm in position, I can see his car.

I wish it was mine, over.

[radio crackling] [watch 3] Any sign of Tromp?

-[radio crackling] -Hello?

What?

[radio crackling] I can't hear you.

-[door closing] -[boat horn tooting] There's some action, over.

[soft melodic music] [car engine starting] Please, Michael, don't make it hard.

-Don't go.

-Trust me.

Life is too short for this sort of stupidity.

I have got to be straight with people, you know that.

Can't you imagine the pressure I'm under?

Oh, Michael, don't make me angry, of course- [door opening] -[door closing] -Of course I understand.

How can you?

What's happened to us?

-Why are we in this argument?

-I've got to do this.

When I come back, we'll be fine.

I promise you.

[car rumbling] [soft melodic music] [bicycle bell dinging] [car rumbling] Watch three, do you read me, over?

[radio crackling] Watch three, do you read me?

[crockery clattering] I'm sorry, it's my fault for being here, isn't it?

Make some more coffee.

Won't you be late?

Rudi, it's not your fault.

[newspaper rustling] [crockery clattering] You know when I was busted, when Greta came down to the police station?

What of it?

She was fantastic.

I mean, she was, well, I could talk to her.

It was as though she'd been busted with me.

What does that make me, the police?

[newspaper rustling] [water pouring] What are you doing today?

Later I've got community service.

[Michael] Oh, where?

The old people's home.

[newspaper rustling] Why don't you drive in with me this morning?

It's not often we get a chance to talk properly, is it?

I mean, if you want to.

I mean, I didn't even know you were at the old people's home.

[soft orchestral music] He's on his way, he's on his way.

Watch three.

Watch three, do you read me?

[radio crackling] [soft orchestral music] [cars rumbling] [soft orchestral music] Damn!

[handbrake cranking] I do know my faults, Rudi.

I suppose, if I'd been able to admit them two years ago, I could have helped you know yours.

Drugs aren't a fault, Dad, they're either fun or a mistake.

That's what Greta tried to tell me.

[melodic orchestral music] Watch three, do you read me yet, do you read me?

[radio crackling] There's two of them, two persons in the car.

Exactly what do you do in the old folks home?

Oh, you know the dirty jobs, blocked drains, laundry, dish washing.

They let you deal with people?

Bit later, when they've assessed me.

[dog barking] Come in, Watch three, come in.

[Rudi] To tell the truth, Dad, -I'm interested in social work.

-Oh, yes?

[Rudi] I mean for life.

Rudi, that's just typical of you, you- Dad, I'm not ambitious like you, -I'm just a very ordinary- -Oh, for goodness sake.

-[suspenseful music] -[blow thudding] -Uh!

-Dad!

Hey!

[Kidnapper] Go, go!

[van rumbling] [somber orchestral music] -I saw him, Dad, I know- -Shut up!

-I told you to watch me- -Shut up!

You stupid.

What's happened?

Rudi!

What have you done?

-[blow thudding] -Ah!

[van rumbling] Well, if we were to change the covers, what color would you prefer?

-[Piet] Um, yes.

-[melodic orchestral music] Well?

[Piet] It's better white, than colors.

Not colors, covers.

White covers, oh yeah.

Fantastic.

You haven't been listening to a word I've been saying, have you?

You're talking to the wall.

[Piet sighing] Share your paint tray, miss.

My roller's dripping.

Why don't we roll in some hard-up student to do all this for us?

Because we're saving for a holiday.

This is the holiday.

[doorbell ringing] I'll get it.

What I'd envisaged was a long weekend in Paris.

[Arlette] Who is it?

Yes.

Come up.

Who is it?

It's not Wim, is it?

Shut up and paint.

What does he want?

We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?

Hey darling.

-Hi, Mum.

-[bag rustling] -What's this?

-Well, I was just passing, thought you might need some provisions.

Grab a brush.

Well, how are you, Michael Angelo?

[laughing] -[phone ringing] -Ah.

-[feet thudding to floor] -Oh, dear, an interruption.

Yes.

Anyway, I know how hard you've strived and schemed to get these days off for your painting and decorating.

I'm afraid this man, Tromp is just too important.

Don't apologize.

Well, I do, but you know Tromp is big.

He's got friends in every political party.

He's just put together some really big jump one deals.

Plus in the Third World.

What's the matter?

Nothing, you know they've taken his son, don't you?

What?

Morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you for your generous response.

What can I say, please do help yourselves to more coffee.

You know Commissaris Van Der Valk.

I've asked him to coordinate the kidnap response team.

Hoofd Commissaris, do you know that this is a kidnap?

Ah, Mr.?

Marcus, local radio.

Yes, well, Mr. Marcus, we've had no message from the abductors yet, if that's what you mean.

The story has been broken already on television and radio.

A confused account, I believe of a street scuffle.

Are you asking for a complete news embargo?

Well, owing to the importance of Mr. Tromp in the community and our own previous experiences, we have to be prepared for the worst, if that is what it is.

But not everybody's here.

No, they'll have to abide by the decisions -made at this meeting.

-Oh, come on.

You know our worries in a case of this sort, speculation about a victim's finances can make kidnappers demand a higher ransom and accounts about of investigation as What information will we get?

There'll be a daily briefing with full information.

I... -Yes?

-I'm sorry, I just, ah- You don't want to ask a question?

-No, no, no, I just, ah- -You just what?

Noticed the paint in my hair.

Photographs run off of everything you've got as soon as possible, oh, hang on a minute.

Now listen, the only relevant file we have on a Tromp seems to be his son, he's got a drug's record.

Can anyone help us on that?

Good, fine, thanks.

-[receiver clattering] -What's that?

-Nail polish remover.

-Nail pol, sorry.

How many photographs can you let us have?

Good, thanks for that.

[receiver clattering] Correct me if I'm wrong, isn't this the Tromp, who had the nasty divorce?

The same, now, what about the second wife?

She's gone to Dusseldorf according to the neighbors, we're checking.

[HC Samson] Do you think she's involved?

Who knows?

Course I knew the first wife back in the sixties.

That was a famous, embarrassing mess.

-Oh, dear.

-Yeah.

-Oh, yes.

-His hair's full of it, I think we need turpentine.

If your ex-husband has been kidnapped, Mrs. Tromp, the first call may well come to a newspaper or to Inspecteur Rep here, because the crime was committed in his district, but if it comes to you, don't be shocked by any obscenity or abuse, the kidnappers are scared and they always try to dominate.

And why would they call either of us?

They'll call Greta, won't they?

Call his lady friend.

Beatrix, that's not very nice.

For God's sake, Mother!

Don't worry, everybody reacts badly at first.

In any case, the negotiation is always set up by the second call.

There there, Frankie.

I knew she'd upset you, just like she always tries to do.

No, you're above these things.

You do it your way, don't you?

That's why I call you Frankie, isn't it?

[cat meowing] Mrs. Tromp, have you heard anything I've said?

Oh, come on, for pity's sake, Mother, -your own son's been- -No, has not.

-Stop it.

-[cat meowing] Make her stop, Frankie.

Hiss at her and make her a sensible woman.

-[church bells chiming] -[birds chirping] So you've got your own flat in the Old Town?

Hm.

And Rudi lives here with your mother?

So why was he with his father this morning?

Well, it's a sore point actually.

Mother hasn't been very dignified, I'm afraid, in one way, she never was, but in another she... Did your father have lots of affairs?

He never fell in love until Greta.

He's wonderful, but he's very possessive and sensitive.

I don't blame Greta for what she's done.

Sorry?

She wanted to leave him, didn't she?

When was this?

A month or two ago.

It was dreadful.

We'd found a sort of way of existing together until then.

My father's so insecure about Greta.

Was it a shock when you realized that?

Yes.

What's she like?

She's an interior designer, is that right?

Oh, I think she pretends to be.

Sorry, I do try not to bitch.

-[door opening] -Awfully sorry, I apologize.

What must you think of us?

But I am afraid there really is only so much heart can take and, and, as for you, Beatrix, I know you were your father's little angel, you were, you always were, but you see, Rudi was mine and I can't understand.

You mustn't reproach yourself, Mrs. Tromp, your stress is completely normal.

Mother, lie down, give your tablets a chance to work.

My pillows are soaking, soaking with sweat.

How long were your mother and father married?

They were childhood sweethearts.

[background office workers bustling] -What about the blue van?

-No trace.

Did nobody get the number?

[Insp.

Rep] Divina said it was green.

-[knocking on door] -[door opening] Mr. Samuel.

Commissaris Van Der Valk, Inspecteur Rep. Let me introduce you to my associates, -Mr. Hensen, lawyer, -[door closing] and Mr. Hartog, who sold Mr. Tromp his kidnap and ransom insurance.

Well, gentlemen.

What we're after are your thoughts about a motive.

Shall we start with politics?

Well, Michael's interest is money, not politics.

He knows a lot of politicians though, doesn't he?

Yes, but he isn't a player.

Was he interested as a student?

As a student, he played wonderful tennis.

Oh, you've known him that long?

40 years.

Who did you and Mr. Tromp do business with, Mr. Samuel?

I beg your pardon?

Have you arranged any loans for Israel?

No.

US or German chemical firms?

Iraq?

Deals involving military hardware?

The one controversial flotation was for logging.

Where?

Java, rainforest hardwoods.

There were a lot of protests.

-[knocking on door] -[door opening] Alright, come in.

Talk to your liaison in military security about Indonesian extremists, oh, and those Green Commandos or whatever they're called.

When was this, sir?

Um, five years ago.

That's when he took out the insurance.

-Hm.

-[knocking on door] [door opening] -Commissaris?

-Excuse me.

Yeah?

They've completed the 500 meter ring house to house.

Nothing.

Thanks.

[door closing] Why did he keep up the premiums?

-[pager beeping] -Sorry.

I'm needed somewhere else.

Can I just ask a question from the drugs angle?

Do any of you know how young Rudi paid for his stuff?

See, if he dealt and defaulted on payments, that could be a motive for kidnap.

Do you think he dealt?

[Mr. Samuel] A lot of them do.

I, um, I do know that he faked his mother's signature on checks.

Was this reported at the time?

Why not?

Respectable families are like that.

I'll get back to you on this, Mr. Hensen.

[door opening] [door closing] What's the policy worth?

Well, it, ah, it's a sliding scale.

We never pay out more than a person or a company can raise from their own assets, so.

So you review the assets every year -and adjust the premium?

-Yes.

And in a case like this, the company would pay the ransom and you would reimburse?

So what are the company's assets this year?

Well, I imagine that we'd hope for some negotiation down, wouldn't we?

Well, does that mean you aren't very liquid?

The only liquid people in this climate, Inspecteur are the ones going down the plug hole.

But how much could you raise at short notice, 5 million?

Well, shouldn't we wait until we get the notice?

-[knocking on door] -[door opening] Commissaris.

The blue van with the number plates, an eye witness.

[traffic rumbling quietly] Any progress yet on the kidnap?

Ah, it's early days.

They're still in the dark?

You know, there's a connection between it and us.

You mean the son, Rudi?

Never.

We checked, he's just another user, street stuff.

Well, there's something.

Is that what they're saying?

Your old man?

No, they're not saying, I am.

You're trying to outguess him, dangerous game.

-Like father, like son.

-Incredible delusions.

Do you want to put your money where your mouth is?

You mean bet on your father?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, sure.

How much?

Five guilders.

Such confidence.

It's all I can afford to lose, but I can't afford to lose that incoming shipment.

Did you get to everyone?

A reporter briefing as ordered.

[paper rustling] [Piet] Can I ask him some questions?

He's deaf.

-How old is he?

-Eight [Piet] Can he read and write?

He can't do anything.

He's still in nappies and always will be.

-But he's drawing.

-Yes.

Can I take these away?

We never do.

[Piet] Get a fax machine.

You're lucky actually.

I kept him back from the clinic with a cold.

[paper scrunching] That one he will let you take.

[phone ringing] Answer it.

Don't make me.

Mother.

Let Frankie answer it, Frankie will answer it.

-Mother, she's a cat.

-[cat meowing] -Listen, we've got Tromp.

-What?

[Kidnapper] Do as we say.

-Well, what do you- -Don't contact the police.

Where's Rudi?

[kidnapper] We don't know any Rudi.

Listen, you stupid cow.

Don't call me that, you bastard.

-We want 10 million guilder.

-I know your voice, what- [phone disconnects] Who are you, who are you?

[receiver clattering] [Maria sobbing] Stop it, Mother.

Oh, my God.

[door opening] [door closing] What do you mean, the van doesn't exist?

The numbers in the kid's drawing, they're all wrong.

Oh well, he's autistic or something, isn't it?

[light clicking on] Put them in the number cruncher.

-[dog barking] -[water running] Alright.

I know, I know, I'm told it needs turpentine.

-[door opening] -Oh, my God.

Very sorry about this, Mrs. Van Der Valk.

Oh no, no, just paint a wall on your way out, will you?

Look, this voice Beatrix thought she remembered, was it a man or a woman?

It was a man.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I'm just so... No, you've done well, Beatrix.

He definitely said 10 million guilders.

What did he mean, when he said that he didn't know about Rudi?

What did that mean?

I don't know, Beatrix, I don't know.

How far away was the kidnapper's voice?

How far away?

He means in your memory.

Oh.

It was, I see a tunnel of trees, I was happy.

My father always used to kiss me goodnight.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[sobbing] Oh, don't worry, don't worry.

[forklift rumbling] [soft orchestral music] [gun clicking] Anything?

Nothing this end.

[forklift rumbling] [soft orchestral music] [man] Target approaching.

Wait.

[soft orchestral music] Wait.

[man] Alright.

Wait.

[soft orchestral music] The parcel's on its way.

[gun clicking] -Go!

-Go!

-Go, go, go!

-[tires screeching] Hey!

[gun firing] Stay where you are!

Let's get out of here.

[cars rumbling] [barrels clattering] [cars rumbling] Good morning, Mr. Lopez.

You're under arrest.

[car rumbling] [brakes screeching] [soft orchestral music] -[cows mooing] -Hup!

Hup!

-[birds chirping] -Hup!

-[cows mooing] -Hup!

-Hup!

-Hup!

-Hup!

-Hup!

Hup!

Hup!

-Hup!

-Hup!

[dog whining] Madge!

-[dogs barking] -Hey!

Heel, get back!

Do as you're told, get back!

[dogs barking] [soft orchestral music] [car rumbling] [car door opening] [car door closing] [church bells chiming] What's happened, what are you doing here?

-Ah, Mrs. Tromp?

-Yes.

Greta?

Yes.

Commissaris Van Der Valk, shall we go inside?

Yeah.

[Piet] Why did you go to Dusseldorf?

Clothes shopping.

Where did you stay?

The Hilton.

Did you eat in?

No, we, ah, I went to a steak house.

I can't believe this has happened, I mean, why Rudi?

Why your husband?

Personal enemies?

No, no.

[phone ringing] Excuse me, I, ah... No.

No.

I'm sorry, I said no.

[receiver clattering] That was my sister in Rotterdam.

Oh.

[Greta] Who will they telephone next, me or Maria?

-I don't know.

-I am his wife.

A warning.

We've applied for taps on all the likely telephones.

You mean I'm being listened to now?

Yes.

So someone heard my, I mean?

What I actually need from you and Maria are proof of life questions.

What?

Ones to which only your husband and Rudi could know the answer, then we know they're alive.

I...

I went to Dusseldorf to see a man.

I went to tell him it was over, Michael knew.

Yes, I'm afraid I allowed him to make a fool of himself.

[Piet] What did he want?

Oh, for God sake, try to be sophisticated.

Does that mean smudge the truth?

What's his name?

Gunter Halla.

-Occupation?

-Merchant banker.

I had a stupid affair to show my husband that I was unhappy.

That's all.

I don't even know why I was unhappy, except... [Piet] Except that?

There was something in Michael, a sort of loss of confidence.

Why?

I don't know.

-[knocking on door] -Excuse me.

Alright.

[Piet sighing] Shall I say you're on your way?

Thank you.

[melodic orchestral music] [police radio broadcasting quietly] [birds chirping] [camera clicking] [police tape rustling] [melodic orchestral music] [car door opening] Van Der Valk.

-Inspecteur Stam.

-[car door closing] Are you in charge here?

Yes.

[melodic orchestral music] -How long has he been dead?

-24 hours.

-Before he was dumped here?

-Hm-mm.

They backed the vehicle up there.

What's that he was strangled with?

Jump leads.

I know your son, Wim by the way, we were on training courses together.

Yeah.

You're not the Stam, who won the bet over the girl in the swimming pool, are you?

Afraid so.

So what time was he dumped?

It stopped raining at one, after that.

[birds chirping] I'm having the farm premises searched.

I mean, I'm sure there's no connection.

-Speaking of vehicles.

-[paper rustling] Is this the van used in the kidnap?

Yeah.

Do you know who that is?

It's Jan Heyn, isn't it?

A local bad lad.

[paper rustling] [melodic orchestral music] [Piet] That's where I learned to sail out there.

Hm, happy days.

Now then, what's Heyn's previous form?

[Insp.

Stam] Oh, petty theft, housebreaking, car theft, nothing heavy.

[Piet] Would it surprise you if Heyn was part of a gang?

If is he is, he's either muscle or wheels, I don't think he'd qualify as brains.

This way, sir.

[melodic orchestral music] [water sloshing] I'll have to have a word with the boss.

Yeah.

Walter, is Adrian around?

I want to have a word with him.

In here, Commissaris.

Adrian, Adrian, where are you?

Oh, my God, it's not you, is it?

Commissaris Van Der Valk, my brother, Adrian.

-I won't shake hands.

-Oh, thanks.

Piss off, Walter.

[Adrian] Listen, don't you come down here like this- -Shut up.

-Because my reputation- You don't have a reputation.

Because I married Jan Heyn's sister.

You forgot Auntie Lottie's birthday again, didn't you?

[Piet clearing throat] -About Jan Heyn.

-What?

When did you last see him?

-Why, what's he done?

-When did you see him?

Well, when did he get his parole?

About six months ago, he came down to see his mother.

And that's it?

Yes, that's it.

-Where can we find him?

-How should I know?

I only married his sister.

We'll be in touch.

[water sloshing] I don't doubt it.

[seagulls cawing] She's here.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Heyn.

[sighs] So what's he done this time?

[tea pouring] Has he been stupid or vicious?

We truly don't know, Mrs. Heyn.

All we want to do is trace his van.

-Why?

-We have reason to believe it may have been used in a kidnap.

There's been no kidnap in the papers.

Thank you, we secured a news embargo.

Well, Jan Heyn is a great deal keener to see me, than I am to see him.

I told him, don't distress me, not again.

Stay in Amsterdam, thank you very much.

Amsterdam?

Oh, dreadful place, wicked place, always has been.

Is it where you've come from?

Yes.

I thought as much.

Even so, your son.

What?

Oh yes, of course, I expect you'll want his address.

-[car rumbling] -[brakes screeching] [somber orchestral music] [battering ram thudding] [door smashing open] Oh, alright, alright.

-Don't move, mate!

-How could I move when- Shut up!

Being grabbed by two hulking, great, ooh!

Go through the place.

You're looking at 30 years, Mr. Heyn, that's what you're looking at.

[phone ringing] [soft orchestral music] Yes.

[kidnapper] Shut up and listen.

Who is this?

Want to see Tromp dead, do you?

Now write this down.

I need a pencil and a... You must be magnificent in bed to be so stupid.

Questions, questions.

Proof of life, my questions.

Are you there?

[Kidnapper] What are they?

[soft orchestral music] I told you not to come.

Yes, well, I didn't believe it, did I?

Would you, would you like to see him?

Is he, does he look...

The kidnappers have made contact with Greta.

With her?

But they telephoned me first, well... What about Rudi's father?

He's alive, I suppose?

Yes.

Typical.

[Piet] The caller denied any knowledge of Rudi.

-What does that mean?

-I don't know.

Oh, how stupid you are, it's obviously not his body in there at all, I'll sort it.

[Piet] No, Mrs. Tromp.

It's him, Mother.

Rudi?

Oh!

[Maria sobbing] Oh, Beatrix, little Beatrix.

What's happened to us all?

No.

No, this won't do at all.

I must get Frankie his tea.

Mrs. Tromp.

I must ask you one question, just listen.

[Kidnapper] Repeat, 4:20 p.m., 4:20 on the private office phone.

[tape rewinding] 20 p.m., 4:20 on the private office phone.

It's Alfred.

Isn't it?

I'm sure it's Alfred.

Beatrix.

I must get Frankie his tea.

Alfred?

Alfred Verhoeven.

She's right, my grandfather's chauffeur.

Ah.

That's what I remembered, of course, but couldn't place.

Wonderful, pampered days, when we were small.

When did you last see him?

Well, after my grandfather died, Alfred started a car hire firm.

His last job before he retired was to drive Greta to her wedding.

[melodic rock music] Sorry, I need some cars for my sister's wedding.

Try the office.

-Mr. Verhoeven in?

-Ey?

Oi, Hey!

Mr. Verhoeven.

Oh, him, no, he sold out, didn't he?

Ah-huh.

And didn't he go off on a world tour and die?

-Did he?

-Yeah, in Florida.

You believe Verhoeven is dead?

Thanks.

Talking on the telephone?

-Hm, careless of him.

-To say the least.

-I'm sorry, sir.

-Who'd hire him, family, business associates, rivals?

Well, take your pick, with Verhoeven alive, it could be any of them.

Do you want to keep his identity to ourselves?

Until I know more, I'd say, wouldn't you?

So apart from the blue van, you've no leads whatsoever?

No.

And you're satisfied the owner played no part in the kidnap and sold the van for cash a week ago?

-Yes.

-The you have kept him here?

[HC Samson] Yes.

Why?

He's helping us.

What does that mean?

He's going through his memory for details.

[men muttering] Have you traced the kidnapper's phone calls?

They're using mobiles.

And there's no clue in the voices?

No.

In other words, you've made no progress and you've nothing to say?

Well, some of you carried a paragraph about a body found in the dyke near Monnickendam, it was Rudi Tromp.

-You're kidding.

-[all speaking at once] Are you sure?

He'd been strangled.

-Any suspects?

-What went wrong?

We don't know why or by whom.

But the kidnappers denied any knowledge of Rudi.

Yes.

If they took him, why would they kill him?

And if they didn't kill him, then?

Those would be the questions, Frank.

Mr. Tromp, wherever he is, is clearly in very great danger, we don't want him to die before the third call comes.

And when is that?

Today, 4:20 p.m. [somber orchestral music] [phone ringing] Hensen.

[Alfred] Prove it.

Ask me a question.

[Alfred] Last December, you went somewhere with Tromp.

Brussels.

You grew fond of a coffee shop.

What was the name of the manageress?

-Adele.

-Correct.

We want 10 million.

Nonsense, that's not possible.

Agree by the next call or we'll chop off his hand.

I can't agree.

I won't speak again on this phone and- You can't make conditions.

Photo of Mr. Tromp and a tape of his voice, -then bring him to- -10 million.

To speak at times.

[Alfred] Do you think we're not watching you?

And on a phone of my own choosing, before I begin to discuss.

You're with policemen now, aren't you?

-I'm sorry.

-If you wanna get Tromp through the parcel post- Threats of that kind and if you- [phone disconnects] Hello?

Hello?

[receiver clattering] I'm sorry, I- No, no, you were excellent, congratulations.

Well, obviously not politicals, are they?

What do we do now?

Yes, what do we do now?

Wait.

[soft orchestral music] [phone ringing] [paper rustling] Hensen.

What?

No, no, I'm sorry, you shouldn't have been put through.

[receiver clattering] [phone ringing] Hensen.

You and Tromp took Adele to which nightclub?

Black Cat, no, um, the Domino.

You don't seem very sure.

-I hate nightclubs.

-Not what I've heard.

Alright, state your conditions.

My what?

Oh, you phone me in my office in exactly 24 hours.

-Too long.

-And that you try to arrive at a more pragmatic notion of a ransom.

I don't think you care about Tromp.

My office phone number is in the book, but I will give it to you now, in case- -[phone disconnects] -Hello?

[receiver clattering] I'm sorry, I think I pushed him too hard.

[background people chattering] Ah, why don't we do this more often?

[laughs] You've still got paint in your hair.

Janet suggests turpentine.

-Oh, good heavens.

-That's what I thought.

Well, smoked eel and the sole, I think, what about you?

-Can I be extravagant?

-Absolutely.

Half a dozen oysters, the lobster?

What would you say to painting the ceiling with several layers of gloss, so it looked like lacquer?

I'd say that was a very good idea.

Really?

Look, I've just got to, ah.

[Hensen sighing] You're not reproaching yourself, are you?

Do you come here a lot?

Well, it's quite near the office, so I.

What about you?

Oh, special occasions.

Like tonight?

[Piet] Yeah.

Oh, perhaps I could buy you a drink or- Mr. Hensen, what are you worried about?

After you left us this evening, I made Samuel take me through the figures again and with what I know about Mr. Tromp's personal finances, [sighs] my client's situation is not...

Frankly, the business was left hopelessly extended after the crash of '87 and... That's not what the balance sheets said.

Did you know that?

Not the extent of things.

Unless I can negotiate a very large reduction indeed in the ransom, there's, well, I think they face ruin.

[background people chattering] Oh.

Thanks.

A lonely looking man.

Yeah.

[Arlette] Problems?

No, not tonight.

-[door opening] -[bell dinging] [machines whirring] Do you know where I might find Mr. Roemers?

Yes, his office is at the back.

[machines whirring] [Wim] Mr. Roemers?

Yes.

Inspecteur Van Der Valk, Sergeant Wilkes.

Hello, sir.

Oh, good heavens, well, my word.

What can I do for you?

You can identify this for us, if you would.

We're completing an investigation into a large-scale cocaine smuggling operation.

The perpetrators are in custody, it's a question of preparing the paperwork.

Ah, yes, yes, well, this seems to be a bill of lading, but I can't, no, you see, it's from Ecuador.

You do deal with this company?

Oh, well, we, we do, of course as in all good faith, you know, enter into many, many business arrangements.

[machines whirring] You say you never met the directors of this company, -Mr. Roemers?

-No, no, no, as I say, I didn't actually- You don't do the accounts yourself then?

Oh no, no, a very fine lady comes in two days a week, I know her through our church, her husband's an invalid, -poor fellow, so naturally- -You never thought of installing a computer?

Oh, no, [chuckles softly] I suppose these last few years have been tough?

What?

I mean, competition from new technology.

Oh, there's always a place for craftsmanship.

Don't a lot of firms place their orders in Germany?

Oh, well, Germany.

24 hour delivery, I hear.

Um, I say you, you um, won't have to take all this stuff away, will you?

Oh, oh, I see.

Well, is that everything?

[Wim] Not quite.

[paper rustling] When I said that I'd never met these people, I-I didn't mean that I'd, I'd... You think I've sinned, don't you?

The question is to save your business from ruin, what other criminals have you supplied with false documentation?

Why aren't you ashamed of yourselves?

What a decline in standards, I mean, spying on people like this, it's, it's like the war again, it's just not.

I want my lawyer.

Sorry.

What?

Have I charged you with anything?

You're asking me to betray people, but I'm a church warden, I can't conform to your... Oh, dear, you, you think that I'll keep myself out of prison by... You beware, beware, young men, one day you'll be as tired as I am.

-[typewriter keys clacking] -Oh, Janet, the paperwork backlog.

[door opening] Hello, stranger.

Hiya.

[Janet] What's that?

It's a photograph to stick into a fake passport.

Whose photograph?

Verhoeven's.

[door opening] Comfortable enough, are we?

Room service up to scratch?

[Jan] I can't get any cable channels.

Well, it's a portable, isn't it?

Last time I was in prison, we had the lot.

Alright, 15 years ago, the day before yesterday, same man?

[Jan] Well, yeah.

And this man bought your van?

Yeah, who is he?

Nobody special, it's just that we were told he'd died.

It was a mistake.

I mean, you were there, you saw it.

I said, wait for my signal, but they'd been drinking, they weren't, even then, it was just bad luck.

It was the radio going wrong?

God knows, we tested them.

Something always goes wrong, always.

[man] You're the one Rudi recognized, so it's your fault.

-It was no one's fault.

-[somber orchestral music] [man] Why have you come back here?

To get my money, that's why, I want to be paid.

-Argh!

-[bottles clinking] [Alfred groaning in pain] Well, ideally, we discover the hideout, arrest the kidnappers and release the victim, before the payment of any ransom and surprisingly often, someone or other does see something suspicious in their neighborhood and the hideout is discovered.

On this case, we haven't had that kind of luck so far.

But we have identified a person.

Do any of you know this man?

Verhoeven, Alfred Verhoeven.

You mean that...

He means Alfred.

Alfred?

You didn't recognize his voice?

I'm sorry, I never expected that, I was... We were all stressed, it's easy to miss things.

Have some more coffee, Mr. Hensen.

I, I think I'd better.

Alfred bought the blue van, maybe he's the leader of the team.

We re-interviewed the eyewitnesses to the kidnap and two of them confirmed the identification.

So our theory is Rudi was killed, because he recognized Alfred.

And so must have Tromp.

It's like a betrayal by a friend.

Yeah.

He has a long history of well-planned robberies.

Why did Alfred show himself, why was he on the street?

If Alfred isn't the leader, he was hired, by whom?

Who does he know?

Who else might hold a grudge against Mr. Tromp?

Why would Alfred hold a grudge?

That's what I'm asking you.

-What about Mr. Gunter Halla?

-Who?

This is very deeply embarrassing.

Well, Halla's a major player.

I mean, bankers don't have one another kidnapped.

Not even for foolish love?

Well, I suppose that in Italy.

No, no, in any case, Greta's affair wasn't like that.

No, so you do know about it?

When you told me there was no money to pay for a ransom, what did you mean?

We happened to meet in a restaurant.

Well, if we're raising money quickly, it's a question of not unraveling the entire company.

So the company can't raise the money?

Not quickly.

You mean, this is why you think it's a grudge?

Someone who knows Michael Tromp wants to ruin him?

Would we be the obvious suspects?

Hardly you, Mr. Hartog.

You have to cough up.

Well, again, [clears throat] so far as what I like to call my clients' lifestyle assets are concerned, the fact is they don't add up to a fortune and they might take time to sell.

So how much can you raise?

Maybe two and a half million guilders.

How?

There's a stamp collection.

A what?

Old Mr. Tromp had a small, but very fine collection.

It's my collateral.

Where is it?

Safe deposit box.

Who has the key?

I have one, the other should be with Mrs. Tromp.

You mean Maria?

Greta.

[Piet] I don't know why I believed all you did was play at it.

Why, who said that?

Oh, don't bother, I can guess.

Your husband's business.

[electric saw whirring loudly] Let's go into the office.

What's it gonna be?

A shoe shop.

But you're not the architect?

-No, just the decorator.

-[Piet groans] What do you want?

-Has something happened?

-Not yet.

Will they let me go to Rudi's funeral?

I don't know.

-Could Michael be killed?

-Yes.

[birds chirping] Did you know his business was in ruins?

Was that why he lost confidence?

I don't know.

But what do you think?

I wanted him to leave that business.

It's for the young, it's a killer.

Is Mr. Halla young?

[door opening] Listen to me, Gunter Halla was- [Piet] Nothing?

No, he was not nothing.

He was very badly treated.

Hm-mm.

Well, someone's gone to Dusseldorf to speak with him.

What about Alfred Verhoeven?

Verhoeven?

I think I met him once, didn't like him much, but my husband always said, "Old Alfred is fine."

Why didn't you like him?

Don't know, no reason, why?

Were they in regular contact?

Sort of.

See you later, Tony.

[electric saw whirring] What does sort of mean?

Alfred moved to Paris.

Paris?

So if Michael went to Paris on business, Alfred drove him.

Ah.

Why Paris?

His daughter married a Frenchman.

Why, was he one of the men who?

He was the voice on the phone.

Oh, I feel ill. Why would he have a grudge against your husband?

Who knows with sycophants?

See, what did I tell you?

Point proved, that's five guilders you owe me.

What?

A connection between it and us.

You call that a connection?

That's not a connection, that's a coincidence.

Verhoeven ties into our investigation, he ties into the kidnap investigation, Come on, five guilders, please.

Oh, this is bare-faced robbery, you'll have to wait till payday.

Yeah, another long wait.

[laughing] [soft orchestral music] [phone ringing] [Erik] After the nightclub, did the lady go home?

But something's wrong, it isn't.

I'm sorry, after the nightclub, the lady came back with us to the hotel.

As far as the ransom goes, we've considered your difficulties -and we'll take seven million.

-Seven million!

Oh no, no, no.

It's not negotiable.

Look, do you want me to prove to you, that Mr. Tromp's business is no longer- Tromp's got hundreds of millions.

He hasn't.

Then sell, sell everything.

It isn't that simple.

[Erik] Do you want him dead?

Like pull a Rudi, you mean?

Hello?

Are you there?

Hello?

It was made clear, we don't know any Rudi.

You mean you don't know he's dead?

Hello?

-Just name your figure.

-What?

Money, how much can you raise?

One and a half million.

Don't be stupid.

Even to raise that amount of money- Bastard!

Look either negotiate or listen.

[Erik] Two million is a stupid amount.

I'm sorry, you know my offer, I'm hanging up.

[receiver clattering] Good.

You pressured him.

It wasn't Alfred.

No.

[soft orchestral music] [bicycle bell dinging] [brakes screeching] -[Piet sighing] -[car door closing] I thought we did a door to door of these flats.

We did.

-So?

-So I don't know.

What's happened now is there's this woman, who sublets her flat for cash, right?

Only it's not allowed, so she keeps her mouth shut.

[dog barking] Well, what she didn't reckon on this time is that there were complaints from the neighbors.

They went to the local police station.

Well, the smart, young chap on the desk gave us a call on the off chance, so we came over and they identified Alfred's photo.

I don't have to put this on, do I?

Regulations.

Regulations.

I know, but it's an example.

Did Alfred rent this flat?

Two weeks ago.

Was Rudi here?

I don't know, sir.

[soft orchestral music] [battering ram thudding] [door smashing open] Oh, no.

Alfred Verhoeven.

Strangled.

[Insp.

Rep] Looks like it.

Get the murder team down here.

[Piet sighing] How many were here?

They saw three.

Yeah.

They didn't wash up much, did they?

It's all wrong, you know.

The world?

And this case, the psychology of it.

Did you organize the door to door of these flats?

I arrived about halfway through.

Well, either we didn't conduct it properly or the officers saw Michael Tromp and didn't recognize him and if that's the case, we need to know why, what was he doing?

How was it he looked as if he belonged here?

[motorcycle whirring] [traffic rumbling] [door opening] Thank you.

Don't you want a signature?

-What are you- -[door closing] Hey!

[motorcycle whirring] [door closing] [Hensen] My receptionist thought it was a courier.

[Greta] Well, where are the rest?

The police have them.

[Greta] And what do they think?

They think the kidnappers have been forced to act?

They found the hideout.

There was no one there except poor Alfred.

He'd been murdered.

[traffic rumbling] Are you alright?

I appreciate this, Greta and so will he.

[traffic rumbling quietly] [background people chattering] -[door opening] -[bell dinging] [tram rumbling] Alright?

Greta?

Well, it's been a hard time for her.

[briefcase opening] Two million.

Right, let's do the business.

[church bells chiming] [bicycle bell dinging] [soft orchestral music] [phone ringing] Hensen.

[Erik] What happened in the hotel the next day?

You know as well as I do, the next morning, the lady declined breakfast in the hotel.

[Erik] What's the number of your mobile?

Oh, it's 06, hang on a minute.

Hello, yes, it's 06 5234 3412.

[Erik] Go to Central Station and wait.

What?

[receiver clattering] [bicycle bell dinging] [Officer] Central Station.

[melodic orchestral music] [train rumbling] [train horn tooting] [train doors closing] [train rumbling] [doors opening] [soft orchestral music] [muffled train announcer speaking] [phone ringing] Hensen.

[Erik] Catch the next train to Eindhoven.

-Where?

-You heard, Eindhoven, do it.

Right.

[melodic orchestral music] [water running] [door closing] [muffled train announcer speaking] [melodic orchestral music] [train rumbling] [phone ringing] Hensen.

[Erik] What happened between Tromp and the lady?

My client, Mr. Tromp made love to her.

My briefcase?

[train rumbling] [briefcase thudding to ground] -Police!

-Police, remain seated!

Seated, seated!

[train rumbling] [brakes screeching] [birds chirping] Found it!

[briefcase opening] [car door opening] -Thank you.

-[car door closing] I, ah, is it out of order to offer you a whiskey?

[door opening] [light clicking on] I'm sorry, living on my own, I tend to spread myself a bit.

Cleaning women always shift papers around, don't you find?

I hate that.

Would you?

Thank you.

Course when Mother was alive.

[decanter stopper clattering] I think you've had a pretty rough time, Mr. Hensen, shouldn't one of us do that for you?

You couldn't search the place, could you?

What?

I, ah, I know it's irrational.

I'm still a bit shaken up.

[laughing] Very understandable, sir, leave it to me.

[melodic orchestral music] [door opening] [light clicking on] [melodic orchestral music] [light clicking off] [door opening] [light clicking on] [melodic orchestral music] [door opening] You're safe, sir.

[door closing] Nothing here but memories.

Mr. Hensen was just showing me the school magazine with Mr. Tromp and himself.

Same class?

No, he was a year ahead of me actually, he was, [laughs] well, he's my hero.

I can't tell you what a friend he's been through all the years I nursed Mother.

I'm sorry.

He's still got a Teddy bear.

-Prost.

-Prost.

You'll be in your office tomorrow morning, sir?

Eight a.m., I'm in court later.

Was Verhoeven killed, because we knew about him?

I'm not sure.

If he was, who was the traitor?

Do you think we'll see Tromp again?

I don't know.

I mean, they do have the money, don't they?

Yes, well, I know, I'm sorry.

I know I'm being picky about everything, but- Oh, not at all, it's your input I need.

You're not holding anything back, are you?

Did I tell you I've kept on the phone taps?

Hm.

So we wait until the morning then?

Yeah.

[birds chirping] [car approaching] [car engine revving] [Michael] Help!

[birds chirping] Help!

[melodic orchestral music] Help!

Help!

Help!

[melodic orchestral music] Help me, please, get this thing off me.

[somber orchestral music] [door closing] Yes.

[door opening] [tram rumbling] [car rumbling quietly] -So... -[paper rustling] ...this is it?

The whole phone conversation?

It's not really evidence though, is it, not really, not in court?

You two look awful, as though you've been out half the night.

Thanks.

What would be evidence is if we had the record of this meeting they're talking about.

Well, it would be if money changes hands.

On the other hand, will both parties turn up?

-She's downstairs.

-Hm-mm.

Oh, well, can you arrange some more coffee?

She might like tea.

-Whoa!

-Whoa, sorry.

[Insp.

Stam] Hey!

[laughing] Hey!

[laughing] I heard you were working with him.

[Piet] Police College reunion, is it?

Sorry, no, I just popped in for a bit of advice actually, but if it's a wrong time.

Well.

No problem.

Hey, why don't we coordinate our days off?

I'd like that.

Good.

See you later.

Must be something massive, if he's asking advice.

Stam, just go downstairs and make copies of that, will you and you can shave when you've done that.

Now then, if one of them does, what's the matter?

Is that the Stam, that made the bet -about the swimming pool?

-Yeah.

Really?

Yes.

Doesn't look like he's got it in him.

Commissaris, this is Monica, Madam Lebou.

Would you like some coffee?

Could I be difficult and have tea?

Ah, yes, this is Inspecteur Rep. Hello.

Was the journey alright, the hotel?

Well, he was very kind.

Good, good.

Well, you've seen your father's body?

And it is him, Alfred Verhoeven?

I'm sorry.

You knew he had a criminal record in Holland?

He must've been in prison for most of your childhood?

Yes.

That's why you went to work in France?

And then he found me again.

My little girl adores him, but my husband.

When did he last drive Michael Tromp?

About five weeks ago.

And how soon after that, did he start ringing around his old pals to get a team together?

Don't know, about a day or two.

What did you think that was for?

A robbery?

[Piet] What kind of robbery?

Big trucks, they hijack the loads.

You never realized it was for a kidnap?

Never.

Our other officers of course have told you what happened to Rudi Tromp?

We think he recognized your father.

I used to babysit Rudi, not often, once a month.

I liked him.

My father killed a man before, did you know?

Who?

A fence owed him money, never came out.

[Inspecteur Rep sighing] Did he ever talk about going to America?

America?

He paid someone to forge some US papers for him.

He bungled this job, you know?

Is that why he was killed?

[Piet] I expect so.

Well, he'd aged.

He'd lost something.

What?

I don't know, just got old.

These are some of his known associates.

Who do you recognize, if any?

[paper rustling] [Monica] Him.

You've seen him before?

Yes.

When?

He came to Paris.

Recently?

Yes.

Why, is he your man?

He's one of them.

[Inspecteur Rep sighing] [traffic rumbling] [dog barking] [camera clicking] [birds chirping] [train horn tooting] [Officer] He's on his way.

[muffled busker singing] [background people chattering] He's seen us, go, go, go!

[sirens wailing] [brakes screeching] [cars rumbling] [police shouting] [car rumbling] [brakes screeching] [dog barking] [tires screeching] [sirens wailing] -[car horn tooting] -[brakes screeching] [brakes screeching] [car rumbling] [brakes screeching] Alright, alright, don't hit me.

It's Erik, isn't it?

I don't know what this is about and I've nothing to say.

Well, I'll be very much obliged, if you'll get into the car, sir and accompany me to the Central Police Station.

Piet, you were right, no one else showed up.

-Good.

-[paper tearing] -We're on our way back.

-[paper scrunching] [birds chirping] [car doors closing] [typewriter keys clattering] Hello.

Oh, yes, he did say he half expected you.

Is he here?

No, [sighs] but I know what you might find him.

-[bird wings flapping] -[train horn tooting] [melodic orchestral music] [bicycle bell dinging] [soft orchestral music] [footsteps approaching] "We only find peace in our hearts," my mother used to say.

Yes.

[soft orchestral music] So where now?

What we should ask, I suppose is do you have a lawyer and if so, do you want his services?

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Um, anything else?

After you received the kidnapper's phone call at the Central Station, you went to the lavatory, locked yourself into the cubicle and transferred the ransom money from the briefcase into your pockets and the lining of your coat.

Yes.

[Piet] Where is it now?

In my bank account.

You did realize when the kidnappers found an empty briefcase, they could react by killing Tromp?

That's not what you gambled on, is it?

[Piet] Or you, they could come after you.

That's why I asked you in for the drink.

And you obviously didn't realize, that when Erik called you this morning, your phone was still tapped.

No.

Oh no, I, I just hoped that once I'd taken the money, everything would go away.

My dear man, it couldn't.

I know.

Who is Erik, by the way?

He sounded awful.

Your advocate's on the line.

Hensen.

Yes.

Yes.

Thank you.

[receiver clattering] Thank you, he's coming over.

He advised me to say nothing.

Chocolate biscuit?

Better not.

What did you want with two million, I mean?

My mother always said I was "Wonderful for the clients," she said, "but hopeless for myself."

[door opening] [flowers rustling] Ah.

Greta, help me, what's happened to him?

Put the camera down please, come on, you guys.

-Listen to me, Greta.

-No photos.

-Speak to me.

-Come on.

Speak to me, why won't you help me?

-[cameras clicking] -Give them some room.

They won't let me see him!

-Yes, they will, Beatrix.

-Why did this happen, Greta?

It's not his fault, is it?

Why does she blame me?

Doesn't she know about love?

Just go in there, I'll talk to her.

[Greta] Michael, how are you?

What kept me going was the thought of you.

[Greta] The doctor says I can take you home.

I was blindfolded for some time, that's why these curtains are like this.

I had cramps and they're most awful and I heard noises, all kinds of noises.

But in the darkness of the blindfold, I saw you.

How's Rudi?

We were separated, have they released him yet?

Beatrix is outside.

They wouldn't let her in, why is that, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Greta, our quarrel.

It's fine.

Is it?

I had to tell him, Michael, I had to say honestly, that I'm yours.

Are you?

They said you've been asleep for 12 hours.

I'm sorry, I've been talking about myself.

How are you, how did you cope?

Were the police sympathetic?

Oh, very.

[knocking on door] [door closing] This is Commissaris Van Der Valk.

How are you, Mr. Tromp?

I can't get my wife to talk to me about Rudi.

Rudi's fine, really, fine, isn't he?

You know, when you've been blindfolded for hours, you either panic or have very clear thoughts.

I was always impatient with Rudi, wasn't I?

Always too busy for childish things.

Mr. Tromp.

There are certain things about this kidnap, that don't make sense.

Don't make sense?

Can I ask a few questions?

Thank you.

If you think back to that morning, when were you and Rudi separated?

I don't know, when the van stopped.

[Piet] Did he say anything in the van?

We were gagged.

Did the kidnappers speak?

Yes, but I'd been beaten.

-You were confused?

-Yes.

[Piet] How many times did they change vehicles?

I don't know.

In how many places were you held?

Two.

[Piet] What was the first?

A block of flats.

How did you know that?

We went up in the lift.

Ah, and you were always blindfold?

Yes.

-Even in the lavatory?

-Yes.

[Piet] Did you leave by the lift?

Yes.

-After the police search?

-Yes.

Were you always in the same room?

Yes.

[Piet] During the police search?

What?

You were in the flat during the police search?

I don't know.

They moved me.

I'm sorry.

What am I supposed to say?

Perhaps your wife and I should wait outside, Mr. Tromp, while you get dressed.

[door opening] [door closing] I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to tell him about Rudi.

Oh.

Where's Beatrix?

Inspecteur Stam drove her home.

Who were those cameramen?

Well, some German picture magazine, they broke the news embargo.

Can you imagine how I met Michael Tromp?

No, how?

I was Beatrix's best friend at university.

[door opening] [car door opening] [car door closing] [car door opening] So Erik confirms what happened during the door to door search and he'll plead guilty?

Piet, believe me, Erik is a very happy man.

Tell him I said it was a nightmare.

When I uttered the words, murder charge, he cleansed himself, off the chest and on to the computer, he's named five others.

I was a nobody, errand boy.

It's as perfect as church music.

[soft orchestral music] [door closing] [Greta] Are you cold?

Not really.

Is Rudi upstairs?

I told you, I think he's out.

[Michael] Oh?

Perhaps he went to buy you something.

-Greta.

-What?

I want to hold you.

You should phone Maria, you know.

I didn't kill Maria!

-You don't believe me.

-I can't.

Can't we begin again?

Some people do.

Are they stronger than us?

No, we will begin again, we'll begin again from the day we first met.

[melodic orchestral music] [Michael sighing] [melodic orchestral music] Remember, if you do remember me, that what I wanted was to begin again.

[doorbell ringing] [door opening] [soft orchestral music] [door closing] Are you wondering about Mr. Hensen?

Well, I am his best friend.

Is he not yours?

No, not really, but then we've known each other all our lives.

And he does what you ask, I imagine?

No, he doesn't always do what I expect.

You push him too hard.

Maybe.

Underestimate him perhaps?

He put his money into your business, didn't he and lost it all?

I lost all mine.

Still, if you'd let him join your conspiracy, he wouldn't have betrayed you.

What conspiracy, what does he mean?

I don't know.

Your husband decided to have himself kidnapped to get both the ransom and the insurance money.

Don't be ridiculous.

He went to Paris to ask Alfred Verhoeven to organize the fake abduction and this was agreed to make the thing look more real, that your husband wouldn't be told when it would happen.

It's not possible, is it?

No.

That's why Rudi was taken by mistake, when a radio failed.

Where is Rudi?

When was he released?

Hensen kept the money.

If the kidnap had been real, they would have killed you.

Hensen thought it was real, he wanted you dead.

You said to Erik, "Hensen probably kept the money, but it's alright, we'll still get the insurance."

So you released yourself.

But Erik was greedy, he phoned Hensen and we were listening.

[boat horn tooting] [paper rustling] He's made a full statement.

[vase shattering on floor] Your wife out of tenderness told you a lie, but as you very well know, your son is dead.

Did you see him?

What?

Did you see him?

-Oh.

-What?

-They wouldn't let me.

-Who wouldn't let you?

Who do you think?

Not him.

Rudi's mother and Beatrix, they buried him yesterday.

Buried, Rudi?

This says that when Alfred told you that he'd killed Rudi, you killed Alfred, who says this?

-Erik.

-[woman] Who's Erik?

A thief, no one's gonna believe him.

But you were still determined, it says to get the money.

Rudi was dead, he was a dead soldier.

I had to go on, it was for you.

I don't want money.

I want understanding.

Understanding, understanding?

Don't you know yet that I was wrong?

Life isn't too short, it's too long.

We can't go on forever having feelings about the same stupid things and people.

Why did you come back?

I could have run away, I suppose, but suddenly I was very tired.

[soft orchestral music] [door opening] [car door closing] I'm sorry.

[soft orchestral music] [door closing] Doesn't it worry you?

What?

To see a man lose everything like that?

[dipping brush in paint] Didn't you want to talk about something?

Well, not really, just one of those days.

We all have plenty of them.

But then when the phone rings.

[phone ringing] Hello.

It's for me.

[cheerful orchestral music]