The Treatment (De Behandeling) (De Behandeling)

Dear Nick, He has been sold.

To a club in Amsterdam.

He likes little boys now too.

Dear Nick, He starved to death. That is the truth.

The truth, my esteemed Nick...

He lived in a caravan all those years.

As my lover.

Plettinckx!

Plettinckx!

If I see you at my house one more time, I'm going to get you. You bastard!

I'm going to fucking get you!

THE TREATMENT

9 Hert Road.

Mr Simons has been taken to hospital,

Mrs Simons is currently receiving treatment on the spot.

Someone saw a man run into the park behind the house.

The perpetrator may still be in the park with the child.

Robin!

Robin!

The park behind the house has been cordoned off. Local teams are there.

Robin!

Let go of me!

Christ.

They found the mother in here.

The doctor says another twelve hours and they'd have been dead.

The father was handcuffed to that pipe there.

The child was probably tied to that stove.

We think the perpetrator took the child with him when he fled.

A neighbour saw a figure heading for the park.

And he probably escaped this way. That blood is still fresh.

It could be the child's, eh? - Yes. Sorry. Danni speaking.

Sir? Hey, you! Come away from there, sir.

I can keep what I find, eh?

Have you seen a little boy, about 9 years old, who's been hurt?

No, I haven't seen a little boy. - Have you got your ID card on you, sir?

Nick?

Coordination briefing at the station. - But he's still in the park.

8 teams are searching. I need you at the briefing.

This is Golf 1-2. We think we've seen a heat source.

Where? Where? - 60 metres from the open-air theatre.

Golf 1-2. Can you come lower? - Message received. We'll try.

We can't see anything now. - We have to carry on looking.

Heat source negative.

We'll extend the search area further. - Bloody hell.

Bloody hell. Bloody fucking hell.

Bloody hell.

Red paint diluted with urine, according to the lab.

Female toxin. That must mean something to someone.

Search your databases. Not a word to the press.

We'll use this 'female toxin' to weed out the jokers and the loonies.

My first thought was a loony though.

We'll see who's been released from psychiatric hospital

but mustn't just look at psychiatric cases.

It can have been made to look like the work of a lunatic to mislead us.

Or in order to be able to plead insanity.

Imprisoning three people for three days is controlled, planned.

Arrange things at home for the next few days.

Be back by 5:30. To search the park with a fine-tooth comb and to go door to door. OK?

Can you search for intruder,

abduction, handcuffs, child aged between 5 and 10?

Keep sexual offenders separate.

Nick? The hospital called. We can't talk to the Simonses.

He has a tube in this throat and she is sedated.

They'll call us as soon as there is any change. Get a few hours' sleep.

Sleep? - Come on. Get some sleep.

Sir? - Oh, Rudy.

You can't go in there. - Police.

I've received strict orders. Mrs Simons is sedated...

Mrs Simons' child is missing. I doubt she'll mind if we wake her up.

Which bit of no don't we understand?

I'll wait there.

Hello?

Is there any news? - Yes, Mr Simons is out of danger.

But you can't talk to him, he still has a tube in his trachea.

Is his wife awake?

She has just discharged herself. A friend picked her up.

And you just left me there?

I thought you knew. A policewoman was with her.

Bloody hell!

Did we send anyone to collect Mrs Simons from hospital?

Where to?

Good morning, madam. Chief Inspector... - Come in.

She's upstairs in the spare room. She is in a bad way.

She's distraught.

You can go on up without me.

Thank you.

In there?

Mrs Simons. Chief Inspector Cafmeyer, Federal Police.

We are doing all we can to find Robin as fast as possible.

The doctor needs to come back.

I want something stronger. - We'll sort that out for you.

Could we first go over what you can remember?

I don't remember anything.

Only what I told that woman.

I didn't feel very well after dinner.

Alex was playing on the Playstation with Robin in the cellar.

I think I fainted. Because I woke up in that cupboard.

I was handcuffed to that pipe.

No one called round until Monday? - Everyone thought we'd gone to the seaside.

We were supposed to leave on Saturday for the weekend.

Then you woke up. And then?

I was woken up by snuffling noises outside the cupboard.

Like an animal makes.

A dog? - No.

At the top of the door.

That wasn't a dog.

Apparently you didn't see the intruder. Did he ignore you for three days?

Yes.

I could hear him coming in and out using the key.

Did you hear your husband and your little boy?

Our Robin was screaming.

He was screaming.

Did you hear anything else?

I, uh... I saw a light flashing under the door.

A torch? - No, it was a flashlight.

From a camera?

And I just sat there.

Like a coward, scared shitless.

You mustn't say that.

I've seen your medical file.

You almost pulled your hands off trying to get to Robin.

Scared shitless, like a coward!

I just sat there. - Mrs Simons...

Like a coward, scared shitless!

The troll did it.

He looks down at you from a tree when you're asleep.

And the troll came down out of his tree and took him away.

Anahid?

Get in your bed. Now.

Take this, it brings good luck. Then you can say a little prayer for him.

OK.

You're late.

I went to see the mother, Cindy Simons, at a friend's house. A strange woman.

Did you find anything else out? - Photos may have been taken.

You can go door to door along the east side of the park, in that new neighbourhood.

Excuse me, madam. - Yes?

Chief Inspector Cafmeyer, Federal Police. May I ask you a few questions?

Yes, of course. Come in. Sorry about the smell.

The builders must have used the ventilation pipe as a toilet.

Tara, are you coming? Come on.

Come on.

That is Joff. And Tara.

Tea or coffee? - Um, coffee, please.

Do any other people live here yet? - No, we're the first ones.

We only moved in a week ago, so...

Joff?

Where is the milk? - I don't know.

Have you been feeding stray cats again? - No.

I know you've only just moved in but have you noticed anything unusual?

No. Apart from my milk being stolen.

Are you from the police?

Have you come to catch the troll? The troll who climbs the wall...

Go and wash your hands. - He really does exist.

Wash your hands. - He does, he eats kids.

He doesn't exist. Go and wash your hands.

Sorry. Uh... no, nothing unusual.

A great view from here. - Yes.

You were in the park yesterday evening? - Yes, I was in the park.

You didn't see anything unusual? - No. Just some policemen.

Pardon? - Lots of policemen in the park.

Right.

Should you remember anything, you can phone me.

I can find my own way out. Thank you.

Whatever I find I can keep. Whatever I find I can keep.

Well? Did you find anything? - No, not really.

Just something about female toxin. - Oh?

That looks very scientific. - It's an article from the sixties.

About how prolactin can harm the environment.

And prolactin is? - It says it's a female hormone.

A weapon of mass destruction.

Where did you find it? - In an American blog from Mississippi.

There's something else I'd like you to try before you go.

Search the files for the word troll.

Troll?

It's something kids believe in. Something they frighten each other with.

I know, it may be clutching at straws but...

Nick...

This disappearance is very similar to what happened to your brother.

I wouldn't want you to end up being overwhelmed by it.

I know how far you always go. - I know my limits, Danni.

Alex Simons is off the ventilator.

I must say, I was amazed.

Three days without water. Hardly any signs of dehydration.

Talk about strong.

Twenty minutes max.

Mr Simons, Commissioner Petit, Chief Inspector Cafmeyer.

We're sorry about what happened to your son. We're doing our best to find him.

I know it isn't easy, Mr Simons,

but it would help the investigation if you told us everything you can remember.

Maybe we can start with how the intruder got in.

Perhaps you can give us a description?

Age? Height? Skin colour? Hair colour?

Don't look at me like that, pal. - What?

I don't like your eyes.

If you want to help your son, think about the intruder's eyes instead of...

He wore dirty white trainers, no special brand.

His trainers? Is that all? - Yes.

He was in the cellar playing on the Playstation with his son.

At half past six he went upstairs to help his wife pack for the weekend.

He was hit on the head. He woke up blindfolded, handcuffed and gagged.