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a legal aid case I took over.

That's very odd because...

One, I can't remember taking the case.

Two, I work on cases from 6

in the morning until 11 in the evening.

I don't even have time for my family.

And three,why should I bother,

for free? Give me a good reason.

Because he's my brother.

I never knew I had a brother.

We're going to do this.

You're going to do this.

Find new facts. Do research. Look

for evidence, interview witnesses.

Peter Benschop is waiting. Come on.

Kim de Boer.

She hasn't filed charges.

You know what that means?

- That's your job.

She doesn't want you in jail.

She wants money.

She was ridiculously well paid.

A sweet 17-year-old girl is more

believable than a porn producer.

Your father wants to pay.

She wants 20,000 euros.

I finished the puzzle. Mom?

You can't prove anything.

- Well, I'll go to jail then.

You'd risk a jail sentence

to spite your parents?

Sure, why not?

Ageeth Boelens?

- She's my mother.

Ageeth Boelens is your mother?

Do you know her?

Can you come with me, please?

There's something wrong with Aron.

Aron, come to Mommy.

Aron. Look at Mommy.

He suddenly started screaming.

I don't know why.

Oh, sweetheart...

Why can't you ever act normal?

Because I don't know how.

Hi Bo, this is Iris. Ray's sister.

I was wondering if you had time

to meet me tomorrow.

My shill doesn't start until

the afternoon. We could have lunch.

Is everything alright?

- Yes, I'm fine.

What are you doing

in your fathers desk?

Dad isn't in Japan.

- I know.

You know

And what about this?

Put it back.

What is this?

Put it back.

I'm glad you could make it.

- No problem.

Aron is...

I just don't know how to handle it.

I can understand that.

There are many kinds of autism.

Normal people look

through a kind of filter.

With autism, the filter's broken...

and the volume is cranked up,

so that everything comes crashing in.

He keeps hearing the bell, an umbrella

being shaken, drops hitting the floor.

He's registering all that.

He hears the fries being thrown

into the fryer.

There are 25 fries on his plate.

- 37.

37 fries, sorry.

Three green lettuce leaves, six yellow

chicken nuggets. I know, I'm wrong.

And I didn't even mention

half of the things...

that keep barging into his head,

unfiltered and terribly loud.

It must drive him crazy.

- That explains the anger.

It's just a short-circuit.

It's like that in Ray's head as well.

It's as if the world overtaxes them,

and they just shut down.

They're simply not there anymore.

Do you think Ray did it?

No, no. Baby Anna pain.

- There's a reward.

Tell me where you hid the baby.

- Leave him alone.

Piss off.

- Baby Anna pain.

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