He says he heard nothing.
Look at the state of the place. I'm supposed to believe he heard nothing?
He was sleeping.
Sleeping? At 8:30pm?
He says he was tired.
Tired? The guy doesn't do anything.
I can hear what you're saying, you know.
I may be old but I'm not deaf.
You're wasting time investigating the wrong suspects.
If I'd painted on the walls, I wouldn't have let you in.
I'm a caretaker but I'm not stupid.
Why don't you ask the right questions?
What are the right questions, in your opinion?
I saw a weirdo in the hall recently.
He was trying to force the gate.
It's not the first time.
He was looking for Assani.
Why did he want him?
He said he was a delivery man but there was no sign of any package.
I know what delivery men look like.
This guy didn't look like one.
What did he look like?
A darkie.
- A darkie. - Yeah. A darkie.
Meaning?
Did he look like an African, an Arab, a gypsy, a Latino?
I'm not sure.
It was dark and I can't see properly without my glasses.
All I can tell you is that he had a strong accent.
The tests came back.
It's definitely blood.
I'm coming.
Open up, for fuck's sake.
Jesus, I said I was coming. What's the fucking problem?
Is there anyone there?
Shit.
Guys, where are you?
Driss?
Hi, Zoé.
What's happening? Where are the others?
They've gone fishing.
- Fishing? - Fly-fishing.
You ever been fly-fishing?
Is this some joke?
No.
This isn't funny. Where are they?
Did you do this?
No. It was an accident.
She fell.
You killed her.
No, Zoé. I didn't kill her.
You know very well who killed her.
- What are you doing? - Showering.
- You OK? - Yeah.
If I wait there won't be any hot water left.
Make room for me.
- You were totally wasted yesterday. - Yeah. It was cool.
- Do you remember everything? - Yeah, more or less.
You puked in Matthieu's car.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Shit, that's so humiliating. - He didn't notice.
He was totally out of it.
I think he took some dodgy pills.
He was wired up, singing Cabrel all night.
Which one is Matthieu? The punk with the dog?
Shit, you don't remember anything.
I'm done.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please? Thank you.
We're going right back to square one in the Driss Assani case.
Mistakes have been made that are nothing to do with us.
It's more complicated than we thought.
Jeff the Indian didn't fire the shot.
We're certain he's innocent. It wasn't the Malausas either.
They did shoot Driss but they didn't kill him, OK?
So, back to square one.
Inspector Peeters will lead the investigation.
He's experienced and I'm counting on him. Peeters?
Thank you, Commissioner.
OK. We've lost five days.
Five days is a long time in a murder case.
Let's not waste any more time. I'm relying on you.
First up, this sign. I want to know all about it.
What it means, when it was written and who wrote it.
We also need to check out the bogus Arab delivery man.
- Marjorie, can you do that? - OK.
Next, I want to know who wrote this.
Driss couldn't write. The person who wrote it almost certainly killed him.
Right now it's our best lead.
We'll also test everyone's handwriting in the village.
- That's a lot of people. - Is that a problem?
- No. - Good, because you're organising it.
- How exactly? - I don't know.
Start by getting off your arse.
For some of you it's your first murder case.
Murders are no picnic. They get under your skin.
The murderer is most likely local and known to some of you.
From now on, don't speak to anybody about your work on this investigation.
What?
- It's Tim. - It's Tim.
He's sending you messages now?
- Is he hitting on you? - No, it's just a photo.
It's a bit gross.
He is hitting on you.
- With a dead rabbit? - He's got the hots for you.
- No. - Stay away from that guy.
If you reply, before you know it the dead rabbit will be in your bed.
- You don't mean that. - Hello.
- Hi. - Hello.
- You were back late again last night. - We don't start until 9:20 today.
You stink of cigarettes.
- Hello. - Hello.
I told you about Camille.
- Inspector Peeters' daughter? - Yes, we met at the town hall.
Yes, I remember. That's right.
I'd like you to come for dinner.
Why not come with your father tonight? I'll cook lamb.
- It's the only thing my mum can cook. - Thanks a lot.
- Hello? - I'll call him.
OK. Great.
One moment, she's right here.
Mrs Fischer.
Hello?
What a sweet daughter you have.
- What do you want? - Stop hassling us with your dam.
If the water rises, your daughter goes under.
- No, thanks, we're not interested. - I'll rape her, then I'll kill her.
Goodbye.
It's just a short dictation, madam. A short dictation.
A short...
A dictation, yes. The whole village has to do it.
Yes.
It's on Friday at 2pm.
No. Friday at 2pm, madam.
That's fine, madam.
No, we have pens here.
Yes. No problem. Goodbye, madam.
Driss leaves home at 9:50pm.
He's shot at 11:10pm.
He runs off to the Sainte-Anne woods, where we lose track of him.
And he dies four hours later in the Semois.
We're interested in this gap.
What did he do in those four hours?
What happened to the Malausas' money?
Alain sent Driss's phone records. You'll like this.
The week before he died only one number shows up.
30 calls, including ten the day he died.
Alain traced it to a Malian, a certain Moussa Diarra.
He's got a conviction for human trafficking.
We don't know where he lives but he hangs out in La Roue in Anderlecht.
Do you think he's Lucien's darkie?
Who is it?
Him again?
- See, he's got the hots for you. - No.
What is it this time? A disembowelled badger? A crucified kitten?
Let me see.
Shit, now that is gross.
- Shit, it's Micka. - Zoé!
I'll call you. See you tomorrow.
- Where the fuck were you? - It's OK.
- It's taken me three hours to find you. - I was with Camille.
- I don't give a fuck about your buddy. - Stop that.
Come here. Where were you yesterday?
- At Tim's. - That piece of junkie shit again.
- Get on. - I'm sorry.
Get on.
Excuse me.
Hello. You all OK?
My friend here works for Standard de Liège.
He's a scout. He's looking for new players.
He'd like to speak to Moussa Diarra.
Anyone know him?
Nobody knows Moussa Diarra?
Nobody wants to play for Standard de Liège?
His name's Driss Assani.
He's like you, playing football in Belgium.
He's dead.
It could be you in that photo.
He's dead, but it could be you.
We just want to give him a decent burial.
I know Moussa Diarra.
Where does he live?
NO TO THE HEIDERFELD DAM
When did this begin?
Two weeks ago. But he'd called me before then.
- Any physical threats? - No.
I can't do much unofficially.
The phone company won't release data without a warrant.
The simplest way is to file a complaint.
No, I don't want this to have a negative impact on the dam situation.
It's complicated enough already.
All I want is to know who it is.
- You have no idea who it could be? - No, none whatsoever.
- Probably some creep on the make. - But there's been a death threat.
I know.
I think he's out to scare me. They aren't bad people round here.
I miss you.
Rudy.
What? Don't you miss us?
It's not that. You know...
You've got your wife, I've got my life.
I want you.
It's not a good idea. We've talked about it.
Do you think you can take care of the psycho?
I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
Aren't we going to ring the bell?
We're not even sure if he's home.
We're never sure.
I once did a 36-hour stakeout in a Twingo.
It was minus 15.
When we got out, our legs were so numb we couldn't catch the guy.
You can't rush things in this job.
- And your wife? - What about my wife?
Didn't she mind you not coming home in the evening?
I mean, 36 hours...
It's a long time.
- My wife was a cop. - I see.
- That's convenient. - Yeah.
Cops marry each other, like postal workers.
- Do you have a girlfriend? - No.
You're 25 years old. You should make the most of it.
What about Marjo at the station?
- What? - Don't you like her?
- Well... - She's cute, isn't she?
Yeah...
She likes you. I think it would work.
It's him.
Stop. Let me go. Let me go.
You need to do better than that. Where were you on Saturday the 15th?
In the IKEA car park waiting for a friend.
You're lying. Why did you call him ten times?
He hadn't shown. I was supposed to take him to Germany.
Why are you lying? His caretaker saw you.
It wasn't me.
What about this? Does it ring any bells?
It wasn't me. I swear, I was in the IKEA car park.
Then I drove the others to Dortmund. Ask Djibril and Malik.
I was in the IKEA car park. I swear I was.
I swear I didn't kill Driss. Driss was my friend.
- Driss was your friend? - Yes, he was my friend.
- The people you traffic are your friends? - Sure.
- You rob your friends? - No.
No, it's worse than that, you profit from them.
That's not true.
I found Driss a club, put him up, gave him food.
You know where I found him? Sleeping under a bridge like a tramp.
They promised he'd play for PSG and he ended up under a bridge.
- For PSG? - Yes, for PSG, my friend.
They tell the kids Arsenal, Barcelona. That's why they come.
To be like Eto'o or Drogba.
They think they'll get rich. Their families borrow money to send them here.
The truth is, they end up sleeping under bridges.
Traffickers are scumbags but I'm not.
I fix things. Without me, Driss would have died. They all would.
- They should give you a medal. - Yes, I deserve a medal. Absolutely.
You're a scumbag, Moussa.
What were you like when you were a child?
We have to start somewhere.
Start what?
Looking.
Looking for what?
- The link with Driss. - What link?
You talk about him as if you knew him.
You must have made a link to yourself.
To your own story.
It must have awoken something in you. That's what I'm looking for.
- You won't find it. - It's not a trap, Inspector.
It's my job to identify with people, to know how they think.
To know how someone died, you need to know how they lived.
My job is to put myself in their place.
Forget my childhood, my mother, my brother, my cousins, my uncles.
OK.
So how do you think Driss thought?
He thought like everybody else.
That he too had a right to a piece of the pie.
He thought he'd taken enough knocks
and it was time the wheel turned in his favour.
He thought he'd had enough humiliation
and it was time for things to change.
That's what Driss thought.
Hello?
Hello, Driss? Are you there?
DRISS KNEW TOO MUCH
Heiderfeld's surprise defeat by Sprimont
Driss is out.
Agreed?
You bring in Jeroen in Collard's place.
Collard goes on the left wing instead of Kevin
and Kevin replaces Driss.
There. That works, doesn't it?
I'm not sure it's a good idea. I don't have time to prepare Jeroen.
OK. What about Jim?
- Jim's leaving us. - Why?
He's left the training course. He's been taken on full time.
Damn. He promised to stay until the end of the season.
We haven't paid him for six months.
Anyway, it's Sunday. I think it's too soon.
The guys are still in shock. They're not ready to play.
I know, Markus, I'm not ready either, but we have no choice.
We have to play this match and we have to win.
We can't afford to pull out again.
We're three months late with their bonuses. You've lost the dressing room.
Well?
What about you?
You'll stand by me, right?
I'm going to be honest with you.
I know your bonuses are long overdue.
Understandably some of you are unhappy about that.
I'm sorry, but the club's finances are what they are.
We're doing everything we can.
And I know that this is a difficult time for you.
All the same, I want to ask you a favour
about the match next Sunday.
We have to play it. We've got a good chance against Verviers.
We can win it just like that, easily. So let's go for it.
We're proposing a vote.
I won't bear anyone a grudge. Whose support can I count on?
All those prepared to play on Sunday, raise your hands.
There.
There. OK...
Thank you.
Driss would be proud of you.
We're going to play and we're going to win, right?
We'll give it all we've got.
- And don't forget, no pain... - No gain.
Go for it! Let's go for it, guys.
Let's go for it. Yeah!
Who's the best? We're the best.
I never once heard him complain. He had an insane amount of energy.
And it wasn't easy for him here by any means.
He'd crossed the sea, half of Africa,
and nothing he'd been promised had materialised.
That must have been a brutal shock. But he never said anything.
He carried on smiling. He refused to be beaten.
He had an incredible lust for life. I was fascinated.
- Do you think he was in trouble? - Driss? Trouble?
People who were out to get him.
No, I don't think so.
I think Driss was trying to escape from someone or something.
Easy.
Jeoffrey, could you bring some water over, please?
No, there are no usable fingerprints in the apartment.
As for the blood used, it's fox blood. Red fox.
There are too many foxes here,
so the forestry department has been handing out hunting permits.
I could check the list but we'd miss all those who keep traps.
I don't think it will help us.
And as far as the sign's concerned, I spoke to the graphics unit in Brussels.
They'd never seen anything like it.
They don't think it's a tag. It's more like a tribal symbol.
I've appealed to tattooists for help.
OK. Keep me in the loop.
-Have a nice evening. - You too. Thank you.
- Shit, Dad. - What is it?
We're eating at the Fischers'.
- You said that you were coming. - Oh, yes.
- Yes, I did. - Come on, let's move.
- We need to be there at 7:30pm. - Yes...
Do you think we could still cancel?
You can't cancel 15 minutes beforehand. Normal people don't do that.
I know. It's just a bit difficult this evening.
- I need to shower, call Renkin. - Sure you do.
Renkin, the office, shower.
You're a pain in the arse, Dad, you really are.
We came here to take it easy.
OK. Let's get going, then.
I'll go and get ready.
Have you got the keys? Never mind, it's open.
Here. You can give it to them.
Shit, this is so embarrassing, turning up with a wine box.
It's a Ventoux, a very good wine.
It's open, too. It makes you look like an old wino.
OK, forget it. I'll put it back in the car.
Sure, and then we show up empty-handed. Classy or what.
- I'm doing this to please you. - I should have brought flowers.
- I didn't want to go to dinner. - Me neither, but I'm making an effort.
Hello.
The bell doesn't work. You need to knock.
Hello. Welcome. Do come in. It's so lovely to see you.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Wine. You shouldn't have. Thanks. - It's a Ventoux.
Fantastic.
Go ahead, eat. Eat while it's hot.
- Bon appétit, everyone. - Bon appétit.
- Have you caught Driss's killer yet? - Zoé.
- What? He's leading the case. - Don't bother Mr Peeters with that.
I can ask the question. It was his friend who died, after all.
- Did you know Driss well? - Quite well.
We played for the same team.
Kevin plays football for Heiderfeld.
Yes, I know.
As for your question, no, we haven't caught him yet.
- Do you have any leads? - Really, that's enough.
Let's change the subject.
How are you settling in here in Heiderfeld?
It's going OK.
- It must be a change from city life. - You bet.
You'll get used to it. We used to live in the city.
I adapted so well that I ended up becoming mayor.
- I've never heard that one before. - Hey.
No, you'll find out.
Beneath their rough exterior, Heiderfeld people are very kind.
- I know a bit about that. - Of course.
- How long did you live here? - From 12 until 18.
So you know what it's like. You're almost more local than I am.
It was a long time ago.
My father bought the house after he and my mother got divorced.
He wanted to write in a rural setting.
I liked it, but it wasn't good for him.
- Not a good place to write? - It was good for writing.
He wrote his best book here. But it didn't do him any good.
- Really? - He went mad.
He wasn't very sociable.
Writing is always lonely, and here, with the woods, the forests...
He ended up talking out loud. He used to talk to the trees.
We were forced to have him committed. Then he died.
I'm sorry.
- Kevin, what are you doing? - I have to see Markus.
- But we haven't finished eating. - Bon appétit.
Markus?
He's eating at our house. He really is.
He's there with my mother, asking her questions.
Inspector Drummer?
Inspector De Baets. I'm a colleague.
- Who let you in? - No-one. The door was open.
Do you work with Inspector Peeters?
Yes, but he's not here right now.
No problem. It's you I came to see.
I know Peeters well, I worked with him in Brussels.
- What do you think about his methods? - What do you mean?
I don't know. Does his behaviour strike you as odd?
What do you want?
Just to warn you.
Peeters has shown he can't conduct an investigation.
He shouldn't be working.
The fact that he still carries a gun is nothing short of scandalous.
The man is dangerous. I know his methods.
They lead to dead cops on the slab.
Has he mentioned Operation Berger to you?
You need to leave.
I'm leaving.
I'm leaving now.
My son died in Operation Berger.
He was just like you,
ambitious and thorough.
He would have been a great cop.
Call me.
Make sure you don't end up on the slab.
Thank God that's over.
It went well. At least your dad's cool.
Cool?
OK, he's a bit weird, but compared with my mother...
Now, she is embarrassing. She was all over him.
Really?
Didn't you notice? In that low-cut top.
Mum, please. Why don't you just eat naked?
- Plus her leather boots. - So what?
If my mother puts her boots on, it means she wants to screw.
She's making a play for your dad.
Oh, yes, Inspector, pass the handcuffs. Yes, yes.
You're not answering?
No, it's that arsehole Micka.
Those bruises on your back...
He did that, right?
Right? It was Micka?
It was Micka?
It only happened once.
Why do you stay with him?
- Zoé? - Don't worry.
- You can't stay with him. He hits you. - He doesn't.
It's OK.
- Everything fine with the dam? - Yes, it's great for the village.
Not everyone sees it that way. I saw the boards on the way in.
There are a few stubborn people, but I'm not too worried.
You know, Inspector, people from La Gaume are like barges.
It's hard to get them to change course, but once you do there's no stopping them.
Here.
Cheers.
I'm sorry about Kevin earlier. He's always provoking me.
It's his age. Where's his father?
That's a good question. I don't know.
In China, most likely.
Or Qatar.
- Are you divorced too? - No. My wife passed away.
- I'm sorry, I didn't know. - It was last year. Leukaemia.
It was very hard.
It's still very hard.
- Hi. - Hi.
I went to the Fischers'.
We had dinner.
Are you drunk?
Yes.
A little.
OK.
"My journey ends here.
"My journey...
"Journey..." That's it.
"I can't stand it any more.
"I... can't...
"stand it... any more.
"Goodbye.
"Goodbye."
Inspector, the journalist's here. He's in your office.
OK. Thanks, René.
- Mr Remouchant. - Good morning.
- Could you tell me why I'm here? - You're going to tell me.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Why the headline "Heiderfeld's surprise defeat by Sprimont"?
- Is this some kind of joke? - No. Why?
Is that why I'm here? For textual analysis?
I travelled 50 kilometres this morning to get here. Jesus.
I'm in charge of the Driss Assani case.
I believe his death is linked to the Sprimont match.
Sit back down.
Here you write "a surprising victory".
Then, a bit later, "an unexpected victory".
And then "an incredible defeat".
Was the match fixed?
I don't have any real proof. It's a hunch more than anything.
Yeah?
Last year Sprimont was acquired by a German businessman, Richard Glock.
He owns a lot of properties in Sprimont. He bought businesses, a restaurant.
Last year he bought an unsuccessful club.
They'd scraped by in Provincial League One for ten years
but after he bought them they started winning.
Last June they were even promoted to Division Three.
Why do you say the match was fixed?
- Watch the videos. - I'm not a football expert.
Me neither, but you don't need to be.
I'm not really a sports writer. I was more interested in Glock.
I was following him over a local government corruption story.
He was cleared and now he's in talks to buy our paper,
so I have to keep quiet.
Do you still have the video?
Of course.
We certainly weren't very good that day.
Could some players have tried to throw the match?
- Throw the match? - Yes.
This is D3 football, sir, not the European Cup.
- Yes, I know. - Match-fixing here?
I know my boys.
Football isn't a job for them, it's a passion.
You don't cheat on your passions.
I think you're looking too hard, Inspector.
Yes, maybe I am.
Was there anything unusual about Driss's behaviour towards the end?
No. But I hadn't seen him for weeks.
Did he have enemies?
I don't think so.
You can't stay with a guy who hits you.
- He doesn't hit me, I told you. - But he is violent.
I saw him the other day. You shouldn't stand for that.
It happened once. He really isn't like that, I swear.
It's no excuse. You don't hit your girlfriend.
I'm telling you it's OK.
Zoé, you mustn't stay with this guy.
I think I'm pregnant.
"I can't stand it any more.
"Goodbye.
"Goodbye."
- That's fine. - Is that all?
- Yes, that's all. - When will you know the results?
That's nothing to do with us. They do the analyses in Liège.
- Can I ask you something? - Yes.
Are you free this evening?
- Everything OK? - Fine.
- I'm exhausted, but I'm OK. - Nearly done?
There's still Willems and Laromé, who are due now.
Then I've got another four this afternoon.
We should be able to send everything to the graphologist tomorrow morning.
Didn't Vermeiren come in?
He was supposed to come yesterday but he said he spoke to you.
- Spoke to me? - That was what he said.
Shit.
- Show me what you have on him. - You mean his file?
File, blood group, grandmother's name...
- I want it all. Fetch it for me. - Shit.
Look what I found on the Union Belge site.
He was suspended for ten years for match-fixing.
Son of a bitch.
Vermeiren!
- Where's Vermeiren? - I told you, I've no idea.
- He must have another address. - He's registered here.
Chief, I think you should take a look at this.
Lisbeth. Quick, come here.
Translation: Gill Parrott