Amsterdamned Page #5

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What the hell's that?

Jesus.

Help... help!

Help!

Police? My name's Brouwer.

I've just seen something strange.

- Any sign of Eric?

- I don't know where he is.

- He didn't go home last night.

- I think I can guess.

I don't like you going down alone John.

How many more killers do

you think are swimming around?

I told you we're not sure

we've got the right man.

Don't you worry about me.

- Is this the right spot?

- Yes. The boat went down here.

Good. I'll go and take a look.

- How will you know if anything is wrong?

- He'll tug on this line.

One tug means everything is okay,

five tugs means trouble.

- He must be in the boat now.

- How do you know?

- The bubbles.

- Which bubbles?

The bubbles have now gone.

They'll be kept inside the boat now.

Oh yes, of course.

- What's happening?

- I don't know.

Everything's okay.

Is that normal?

Pull.

He's stuck!

Get him on board, quick.

- It's too late! He's had it.

- Pull him up, dammit!

There. The bubbles.

After those bubbles, it's him!

Follow the bubbles.

It's him!

Hello 621, come in.

We've got him.

- How's that?

- He's heading for the lock. It's a dead end.

We have to shut the gates on our side.

So... we've got him.

Start pumping it dry!

Eric, where were you?

John?

They've taken him away.

We tried to reach you.

- He shouldn't have dived alone.

- I couldn't stop him.

It's not your fault.

Anyway, we've got him.

Trapped like a rat in a box.

Those bubbles?

He hasn't moved an inch in all this time.

He knows the game is up.

We've got him.

He hasn't moved?

Nearly there.

F*** me.

I'm sorry Eric.

I should have known

he'd never swim into there.

He's smart.

He's taunting us.

And in the meantime he's got away.

Hello 504, HQ here.

Come in.

Hello HQ, 504 here.

Hello Hans, somebody has broken

into a shed in the Amstel marina.

- Could be that diver you're looking for.

- We're on our way.

- He's in there.

- Still inside?

I think he's still in there.

- Sh*t.

- Are you ok?

Yeah.

He must be wounded.

- How do you start this thing?

- Just press the red button, and floor it.

Goddammit!

Starboard, now.

Pull... pull...

NO PASSAGE:

There's the bastard!

306 here, come in.

Look out!

Sh*t.

What the f***?

He's coming round.

- What are you doing here?

- I was just passing.

How are you Eric?

Any pain?

Did you get him?

No. By the time we found

you he was long gone.

What time is it?

Where is Anneke?

With a school friend.

Willy...

What time is it?

One a.m.

Time flies when you're having fun.

I shot him, broke his mask.

We found some glass,

but we're not sure if you hit him.

Let's go, no time to lose.

You need to stay here for now.

The harpoon only grazed the bone

but the doctor says you need to rest.

Jesus.

- How are you Mr. Visser?

- Fine, thank you.

You were lucky.

You're going to be okay.

We'll take the stitches out in a day or two.

And it looks like it will only leave a minor scar.

You'd better leave,

he needs to rest

I wanted to ask him a few more questions.

I just gave him an injection.

He'll sleep for the next 12 hours.

I'll come back tomorrow.

- Can I give you a lift?

- Yes.

- Ah, it's you. He's not back yet.

- I know I'm a little early.

You know your way in.

I have to leave.

My mother's not well.

Nothing serious I hope?

Too much toffee.

I've told her not to eat toffee.

No matter what I tell her,

she never listens

and now she's sick.

- Wish her my best.

- I will.

Help yourself to a sherry.

I just did.

Martin?

Martin?

Martin?

Are you teasing me?

Is this some sort of new therapy?

Hello, A-wing Surgery.

You want to speak to?

Mr Visser?

It's very important.

I must speak to him.

I'll go and check for you.

Sorry, but he's still asleep.

Can I take a message?

Yes, tell him that Laura called.

Yes, Laura.

Tell him the person they're looking for...

Hang on, my pen stopped working.

Hurry, it's important.

It's very urgent.

You must tell Eric Visser.

I know who it is.

Hello madam?

- Hi kids

- We're visiting Eric Visser.

Yes, third floor, room 316.

- I told you he'd be there.

- But I really saw it.

- Don't mention it to him.

- I just want to warn him.

How can he be in danger

here at the hospital?

- Maybe he's not here for long?

- 4 days, the doctor said.

You'll see I'm right.

I know these things.

You just make sure you

don't fall into the water again.

- From the boys.

- That's nice.

And clean clothes.

Any news?

Nope, nothing to cheer you up.

- Mind if I take an apple? I'm starving.

- Go ahead.

- Someone called for you Mr. Visser.

- Oh, Who?

- A woman named Laura.

- Any message?

- She hung up suddenly.

- What did she say?

Something like she knew

who you were looking for

and then she hung up.

She sounded confused.

- When did she call?

- About 10 minutes ago.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- You were sleeping.

- Where is she?

- She didn't say.

- Is it Wednesday today?

- Yes, why do you ask?

- The time?

- 17:
30, why?

Mr. Visser, what are you doing?

- Eric, what's up?

- Hurry or we'll be too late.

- Too late? Too late for what?

- Mr. Visser.

- Hi dad.

- Daddy has to leave.

- Where to?

- I'll tell you later.

- What the hell's going on?

- Can you go faster?

Eric, it's a new car,

I'm running it in.

You're crazy Eric!

It's okay.

Everything's okay.

There's no need for that.

I thought it was you.

Call H.Q. For assistance.

We could use some.

I think you have

some explaining to do.

He's a childhood friend.

We did everything together.

We dived together too.

He made it his career,

went to work for a salvage company.

What happened?

Three years ago a ship shed some of its cargo.

It was chemical waste.

It was his job to recover it.

They said it was harmless.

- What was it?

- Uranium hexafluoride.

But they didn't tell him that.

Who didn't?

The company bosses.

There was a high-level cover-up.

What happened?

A "minor accident" they called it.

One of the drums burst open underwater.

His entire face was disfigured.

The stuff tuned out to be radio-active

and it affected his brain.

I watched him change,

but I couldn't help him.

He withdrew,

wanted nothing to do with anyone.

I gave up diving.

All the pleasure had gone.

I visited him, tried to help.

Then he asked if he

could borrow my diving gear.

He'd got rid of his.

I wanted him to be happy.

I had no idea what he was planning.

Revenge on society,

butchering of innocent people.

I refused to believe it.

He's sick. Very sick.

Nearly there.

He's in there, there's no hurry.

His diving days are over.

Shouldn't we go back?

Your daughter will be worried.

She can take care of herself.

- I reserved a table.

- Yeah?

For three persons, by candlelight

in a fish restaurant.

- A fish restaurant?

- Don't you like fish?

Err... no.

I don't like anything

that comes out of the water.

I came out of the water, remember.

Yes, you're my one exception.

Clown!

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