Loft

I've got nothing to do with this. I

mean it. You've got to believe me.

We've been framed.

It was all staged.

So you're saying this whole thing

is one big conspiracy?

- Do you mean you are the victim?

- Not exactly, no. Not like...

Not like whom, Mr Stevens?

Not like her, you mean?

Where were you

this morning, Mr Stevens?

I asked you

where you were this morning.

At home.

- My wife and kids are on holiday.

- Not anymore.

She's on her way here. She'll have a

few questions of her own, I'll bet.

So you were called out of bed this

morning. At what time exactly?

It must have been around

half past ten. It was Rob.

He kept shouting I had to come over,

that something very bad had happened.

- Robert Hartman?

- Robert, yes.

- Where was he calling from?

- The loft. I had to come right away.

Did he say what the panic was about?

Did you know why?

Not at that time, no.

Rob?

Jesus, man. What's wrong?

- What happened here?

- I don't know.

I walked in and there she was.

What are you going to do?

Don't touch anything.

Wait for the cops to get here.

- Did you call the cops?

- No, but aren't we supposed to?

No one's calling

the cops just yet, okay?

Christ, what a mess.

- Do the others know?

- Willem and Bart are on the way.

...but I couldn't reach Tom.

- They need to come right away.

- All of them.

- Who is she?

Do you know?

- Matt, do you know who that is?

- No, of course not.

- How did they get in to begin with?

- I don't know.

The door was locked

and the alarm was off.

- Impossible.

- I swear.

- The door was locked but no alarm.

- No. That means that someone...

Yes, I know. Someone must have used

one of our keys to get in.

Do you know the property

next to the DSM site?

No, I don't.

Your good friend Matthias Stevens

is the contractor.

He owns a big firm, many projects.

There's a loft on the top floor

of that building.

- That doesn't ring a bell?

- No, it doesn't.

That's odd. We have information that

you and your friends share that loft.

In secret. Behind your wives' backs.

- That's ridiculous.

- You really think so?

You never take anyone up there?

No girlfriend or mistress?

Five friends who need some privacy

for their sordid little affairs.

No hotel bills to hide

from your wife.

- That's just ridiculous.

- I'd advise you not to play dumb.

One of your friends

has spilled the beans.

Don't you want to know who it was?

I don't cheat on my wife.

What happened to your eye?

- I ran into a cupboard.

- Did you get into a fight?

- I told you, I ran into a cupboard.

- Where were you this morning?

Bart and I had breakfast.

We've got witnesses.

Bart Venneker, the psychologist.

The friend you share

that little sex pad with.

Bart is married with two children

and he's not the cheating type.

We've got a big problem, Bart.

Oh my god, Tommy...

What was that, Bart?

Did you say 'Tommy'?

You think your brother's involved?

Jesus Christ, I don't know

what to think right now.

- This is f***ed up.

- Sh*t.

- We've got to call the cops.

- Just a minute here.

You know what happens

if we call them. Think, man.

- Do you want your wife to find out?

- There's no other choice.

Think for a minute.

If Matthias is right...

If Tom is involved we

have to turn him over to the cops.

He's the first one you thought of too?

Have you forgotten about last time?

- No.

- We're both thinking the same thing.

Come on. We'll help him, of course.

You know that, we're friends.

- If he explains, maybe we can...

- What? Dump the body?

I won't have scum like him ruin

my marriage. Will you?

Willem, do you know if Tom

was here last night?

No, I don't.

- What are you doing?

- I want to see her face.

Don't touch her.

Leave her alone, Bart.

Jesus, man.

Who is it? Tell us who it is.

I don't know.

None of us have anything

to do with this, right?

Right?

We have to find out what happened

here and then we deal with it. Okay?

We're keeping this quiet.

We're all friends here.

Alright?

Go right in and enjoy yourselves.

- Hey, how are you?

- Hi there, Matt.

- What do you think?

- Not bad at all.

Look what the cat dragged in.

How did you make it past security?

- Well done.

- Thanks. Glad you could make it.

- Hi there, Eva.

- Hello.

- You look fantastic as usual.

- Thank you.

- What a building.

- The perfect apartment by the water.

- I don't think we can afford it.

- On your salary? If you say so.

Why don't you get a drink.

We'll see you in a minute.

- Matthias Stevens.

- Nathalie. Looks great.

- Let's not stay too long, okay?

- Honey, we just got here.

You're right.

Have you seen the skirts in this

place? Check out the black bird.

Annette.

Caught in the act.

- You're at it again, aren't you?

- Just checking out the crowd, honey.

- You behave or I'm leaving you here.

- Promises, promises you never keep.

- Where's Marjolein?

- She's checking her sugar levels.

- There she is. How are you feeling?

- Fine. I had to... I'm fine now.

Go home if you have to, cookie.

She just measured her sugar level

and you call her cookie.

So he loves his wife. What would

you do if that were me?

If you were I'd be more than happy

to inject your ass every day.

Can I ask you something,

mister psychologist?

- Of course.

- You are Dr Venneker, aren't you?

- That's right.

- You knew my sister.

She was a patient of yours.

Sophie Marai.

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