Driss?
You OK?
- What are you doing here? - I'm dead, Jeff.
Who killed you?
What are you drinking?
- Cranberries, juiced. - Cranberry?
Cranberries.
Little red berries from Canada.
They're supposed to be good for the brain, to help you think.
Want to try some?
I drink it every day. It helps me think.
But it also makes me pee all the time.
Peeters.
The graphologist's downstairs.
These are hardly ideal working conditions.
Graphology requires time. You must know that.
I do.
Good.
Right...
At first glance, the writing doesn't match any of the samples you gave me.
It's never 100% certain, but that's my view.
There are marks inside the letters I couldn't trace.
You see how the Es are written here?
Like a Greek epsilon.
It stands out, it's very specific.
It says a lot about the person who wrote it.
OK.
- And that person isn't in this pile? - No.
However...
I have found a match for your anonymous letter.
The writer is the person who wrote sample 165.
Who did write sample 165?
Ivo Vanhoutte, the mechanic who plays for the football team.
- Are you certain? - 85% certain.
Bring him in.
Hello?
Ivo's disappeared. His wife's looking everywhere.
- What? - Do you know where he is?
- No. - Fucking hell.
Shit.
WANTED
You played like a bunch of chimps.
Like cripples.
No rhythm, no organisation.
It was a shambles.
We'll be relegated, for sure.
- We still have a chance. - You've got no chance, you're fucked.
It's that Flemish idiot's fault. He knows nothing about football.
- Piece of kraut shit. - Hold on, Lucien, he got us into D3.
He's also the one who signed the black guy.
- Why not sign one of our own boys? - Lucien, good players are hard to find.
Don't tell me there's not one decent Belgian player.
Look at Sprimont. They're in D3 and they don't have a single black player.
Listen to me. Nobody knows.
Look at me. Nobody knows. Relax.
Hello, you've reached Ivo Vanhoutte. Leave a message.
Mr Vanhoutte, Inspector Drummer here.
Please call me as soon as possible.
It's a matter of urgency.
Hello?
It's the hospital. Jeff the Indian has come round.
Jeff?
Hello, Jeff.
Feeling better?
We've been feeding your dog.
She misses you.
She can't wait to see you.
Jeff...
There's something I need to show you.
Stay there.
Here's something.
Looks like bits of a car's headlights.
Shit.
It's the same.
You have to tell me, Jeff.
Were you here on the night of the murder?
Yeah.
Did you see what happened?
Yeah.
The grave.
It was for Driss, right?
Yes.
What did you see?
You have to tell me, Jeff. What did you see?
The Virgin.
I saw the Virgin.
The Virgin of Mercy.
Do you believe in God?
No.
Were you ever a believer?
No.
Not really.
It's dangerous to read meaning into things.
It can drive you crazy.
People believe to fill the emptiness.
I think I'll stick with the emptiness.
Wasn't your father a believer?
Yes.
How was your relationship?
Do we have to talk about my father?
He also saw the Virgin.
Yes. That's what he said.
He wrote about encountering God.
Yes, and he ended up in a hospital like this one.
- Does it bother you to talk about him? - No.
Is that it, Inspector?
You're afraid of ending up like him?
Is that what troubles you?
You're afraid of going mad?
There was more debris on the road near the grave.
There are also skid marks. The lab's doing tests.
- They'll send the results later today. - OK. Great.
Meanwhile I'd like to know what this fucking sign means
and who the arsehole playing Cluedo is.
- Marjo, did the tattooists help? - No, they'd never seen anything like it.
It looks like a voodoo symbol to me.
Voodoo?
Yes. My brother-in-law's an anthropologist.
He collects African masks. Their house is full of things like that.
In fact I printed this off the internet.
It looks similar, doesn't it?
If I've understood correctly, they're religious symbols.
Voodoo practitioners use them to communicate with the gods,
to beg them for forgiveness.
Laïka.
MURDERER
DIE
Laïka.
Hello?
Well done for the photos, they look great.
I'm very impressed. How did you get hold of them?
Like you suggested. I figured out a way.
You're a beast, Tiger. You're the best. I knew you'd manage.
- I have a present for you. -What is it?
A surprise.
I see, a surprise.
What can it possibly be, your surprise?
A dead badger, a squashed cat?
It's a proper present. It's here, waiting for you.
- What are you up to? - I have a class.
Forget about school, Tiger, you're a wild beast.
Come over and let me really show you something.
Hello, Tiger? Tiger?
- He knows about the baby. - What?
He saw the test, he knows everything.
He wants to keep it.
Oh, yes. You're pregnant.
Barely six weeks.
There.
Zoé, is this baby good or bad news?
It's not very good news.
Your boyfriend...
Does he know you don't want to keep it?
Inspector Peeters?
The results for the debris on the grave came back.
It is from a car, bumper fragments. Most likely a 4x4.
The lab believes it's from a Toyota. They're listing the possible models.
When I get the list I'll request more information.
Great.
Thanks, Marjo.
She's good, that Marjo.
She'll be a good cop.
- Yeah. She's a good worker. - Yeah.
- Are you working on her? - On who?
- Marjo. Are you working on it? - Well...
- How was the other night? - Let's focus on the investigation.
Just tell me if you're getting anywhere.
Yeah, I'm making progress.
- What's your plan? - What plan?
Your strategic approach. A restaurant, a movie?
- I don't know. - Where's Peeters?
I want to speak to Inspector Peeters.
- You promised to protect my cows. - Good morning, Mr Willems.
I caught this rat pouring poison into my tank.
- Yes... - He's the poisoner.
- Someone get him up. - The swine.
- Calm down, Mr Willems. - You did nothing.
- No, we... - I arrested him.
Thank you, Mr Willems. Thank you.
Now we have him, we'll take care of him. Thank you.
Tell me, Jeoffrey, what made you poison these cows?
Did someone ask you to do it?
Jeoffrey?
Who asked you to do it?
If you don't tell me, I'll call your day centre
and I don't know what the centre will say, OK?
- Right. - No.
Not the centre.
It's the dam people.
- It's the dam people. - The dam people?
Do they have names?
I'm glad we could talk today. I suggest we talk some more next week.
- On Monday? - Perfect.
Brigitte?
I'll be off now.
Why are you here? What's that?
I love you, Brigitte. I'm head over heels.
People will see. You can't come here.
I don't care. I love you, I'm telling you.
I want you, I want to live with you. I've had enough of hiding.
- I'm leaving Chantal. - Don't talk nonsense.
I really am leaving her.
You're not leaving anyone. Calm down.
- I love you, Brigitte. - Shut the fuck up.
This is my workplace.
Now, go home and take this with you. I'll call you in a little while.
I hear you're not filing a complaint over your dead cow.
No.
So, what are you going to do?
- Nothing. - You're doing nothing?
- No. - What do you think your cow died of?
It was poisoned, Jean-Jean. You have to file a complaint.
I don't know what it died of and I don't want to know.
I don't want to know.
- I don't want to end up like Philipart. - What do you mean?
Do you think the fire in his barn was an accident?
The old man never smoked in his life.
Then, right afterwards, his wife signs. Funny, isn't it?
Listen to me, Willems.
I'm furious that they killed my cow, but it wasn't farmers who did it.
It was crooks, gangsters, politicians. We're out of our depth.
We're not in the same league.
Let them build their dam if they want.
- Hello? - Mr Peeters?
Mrs Delsoir here, principal of Athénée Charles II college.
- Yes? - It's about your daughter, Camille.
- Yes? - Is she feeling better?
I know changing school is difficult, especially mid-year,
but I wanted to be sure that her absences weren't linked to settling in.
- No, no. -Very good. My mind's at rest.
But absences of more than three days require a medical certificate.
- An explanatory note won't do. - Yes, of course.
If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact us.
Thank you, that's very kind.
Camille?
Shit, it's my dad. I have to go.
Are you sure it will be OK?
Come here.
It'll be OK.
What are you doing?
Wait, Camille.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Flowers from the supermarket. How can I resist?
- Half of them have wilted already. - Really?
They told me the buds were going to open.
You could have removed the price.
Are you making something?
I do a workshop with the kids after school. We made salt dough at the weekend.
You can help me unstick them.
You have some gifted artists.
Wow. A prick-shaped ghost.
- That's cool. Original. - It's a squirrel, not a ghost.
Take this and start unsticking.
A penis-shaped tablemat,
pizza cockricciosa...
Mr Vanhoutte, this is Inspector Drummer again.
Please call me back. Thank you.
Sébastian, will you tell Geeraerts I left the dead cow file on his desk?
- Yes. - OK.
Time for me to go. Have a nice evening.
- Marjo? - Yes?
I was wondering...
Would you like to see a movie?
Or go to a restaurant this evening...
with me?
Yes.
Dad?
Stop it. Stop.
Stop.
I'm sorry.
I know I should be cool and everything, but I'm not.
It's too much for me, I'm sorry.
What the fuck's going on?
You can't just...
I don't know, you just turn up out of the blue.
You can't pick up where you left off like nothing had happened.
We can't do that, I'm sorry. I'd rather you went away.
Please.
Hi.
- You OK? Did you sleep well? - Yes.
- You're not sitting down? - No time.
School OK?
What's your fucking problem? Is this Guantánamo or what?
I don't hassle you, even when you spend the night with your bitch.
Camille...
- Camille, wait. - I've got school.
Hey, Tiger.
- Hello? -Hi, Drummer.
I need some info on an address.
67 rue du Blanc-Mesnil, Heiderfeld.
OK, but I'm not at the office.
Can I call you when I'm in front of a screen?
Sure, get back to me.
Yes?
OK, the house belongs to a Mr Hälvar. He's a Swedish diplomat in Brussels.
He's registered at that address but I think it's a second home.
Do you have a new lead?
I'll explain later.
Let her go, you son of a bitch. Let her go.
Let her go!
Let me see your hands. Shut your mouth.
I can't hear anything.
You're sick, you're sick. I hate you.
- You hear me? - Camille, go home.
Fuck, Dad.
Dad... Dad...
I hate you. I hate you!
Where's your daddy?
Did he leave you at the crèche?
What is this?
You think it's funny?
What's funny is that you don't have a warrant.
You know my father's a diplomat.
When the consulate's informed, you'll all be sacked.
How will the consulate react to the news that their diplomat's son is a psycho?
It's a crime to steal evidence from an ongoing investigation.
So lock up your daughter. She gave me that.
Did my daughter also give you this?
What is this hole? A grave?
You were going to bury him then you thought,
"No, I'll throw him in the river, smash his skull, break his arms."
64 impact marks. 64.
Killing foxes wasn't enough for you any more, right?
You decided to kill a black guy.
Answer my question.
Do you hear voices, is that what it is?
You want to know what I hear?
Your daughter on my dick, going, "Yes... yes... oh, Tim!"
Stop, Peeters. Stop.
"Oh, fuck me.
"Oh, yes, fuck me."
Have you gone out of your mind, Peeters?
Violation of immunity. If the father complains, we've had it.
It was him. We've got him.
- He killed Driss. - It wasn't him.
Have you seen the sign he had? It's identical.
I didn't see it and nor did you. You weren't there.
My men would never enter a diplomat's residence, got that?
But the debris from the grave, it comes from...
He's not a suspect, he wasn't there. He was in fucking Sweden on the 14th.
- He came back after the body was found. - Are you sure?
His father was receiving an award in Stockholm.
There are photos. The kid wasn't in Heiderfeld.
- Fuck. - Yeah. Fuck.
Your burger's really good.
Thanks, guy.
I'm very sorry about Inspector Peeters. This is a stressful time for him.
Yeah, sure...
Let's have it. What do you want to know?
Well done, guys. You got the whole set.
You want to know why I drew the signs, right?
That's right.
Go ahead and ask, buster. I won't eat you.
I drew the signs for young Driss
to eradicate his traces from the places he contaminated,
to free his miserable sinner's soul from eternal limbo.
Because young Driss did something stupid.
Something very, very stupid.
He wasted a guy.
That's right, harmless young Driss wasted a guy,
like an arsehole.
Who?
I don't know who.
You're the detective.
You'll find out who... right?
I think he's taking us for a ride.
There haven't been any murders here for ages.
We need to verify that.
You always have to verify everything.
This fucking thing's crashed again.
Take it easy.
You're tired.
I'll take care of it.
Why don't you go and take care of your daughter?
Yeah.
Camille's gone. Have you seen her?
I heard her yelling. She seemed pretty upset.
- She took a moped. - Shit.
What happened?
It's my fault.
I screwed up.
Do you want to come in for a few minutes?
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Answer the fucking phone, Ivo.
Please answer the fucking phone.
- Hello, you've reached Ivo Vanhoutte... - Shit.
Take your bit of paper.
You win. I've signed.
- That's great. - Really?
You know why I'm doing it.
Don't worry, she's a big girl. She'll come back.
Yoann, she's 17 years old. She's nearly an adult.
On paper, sure.
You ran away and didn't come to any harm.
No. But she's vulnerable.
That's what you think. She's a woman, not a little girl.
She can get by fine without you.
FOR INÈS - STEVEN
Who is Steven?
Translation: Gill Parrott