You were angry.
Beside yourself.
You lost control.
You were wrong, Yoann.
You killed Sébastian Drummer.
I want to talk to Dr Orban.
Is anyone there?
You're up early.
- I didn't kill Drummer. - Coffee?
- I didn't kill him and I can prove it. - Sit down.
I remember everything.
The Palladiums, the cabin, the call from Drummer.
Tell me.
Drummer is innocent. He didn't kill Driss.
- I know, I told... - No.
You don't understand.
I knew it. Before you told me, I knew.
I knew Drummer was innocent.
He wasn't in Heiderfeld that night. He couldn't have killed him.
He was training in Bruges.
I knew that. Drummer had told me.
As I was driving to the cabin, I called them. I remember.
I called the training centre.
I need information on a participant.
The person in question is Inspector Drummer.
Sébastian Drummer.
D-R-U-M-M-E-R.
The whole weekend?
Are you sure? I need you to be sure.
Yes?
Thank you. No, that's all, thank you.
As I drove up to the cabin I knew. I knew Drummer was innocent.
I couldn't have killed him. It's absolutely impossible.
When did you remember that?
Last night.
I made mistakes, I lost my way,
but I didn't kill Drummer.
I swear, it wasn't me who killed Drummer.
The killer was still there.
- At the cabin? - Yes.
Why do you say that?
I think Drummer discovered who killed Driss.
That's why he's dead.
Driss's killer murdered Drummer.
90 per cent of murders are due to narcissistic wounds
which take on psychological meaning leading to a crisis point.
The death of Sébastian Drummer, or rather his murder,
did not arise from any such injury in Inspector Peeters' history.
- Blah, blah. - Inspector...
It's bullshit. It's all theory.
It's meaningless. He killed him, end of story.
- No, I don't think so. - Get to the point, please.
My diagnosis is clear. Inspector Peeters wasn't faking.
He suffered post-traumatic amnesia due to an emotional shock.
His chronic insomnia and excessive use of amphetamines and ephedrine,
known for their negative effects on the nervous system,
probably added to his confusion.
We performed a memory reconstruction
in which the patient was particularly cooperative,
and this greatly facilitated the work.
Regarding his blackouts,
Mr Peeters' memories are still hazy,
but we've been able to reconstruct essential and significant samples
which demonstrate that his brain never stopped recording information.
Regarding the act itself,
his story is consistent.
I believe Inspector Peeters is telling the truth.
- For God's sake! - Please, Inspector.
Continue.
I don't know if he killed Inspector Drummer, it's not for me to say.
But he told the truth when he said Drummer didn't kill Driss.
The guy's manipulating you.
Of course he's lying. He repeats what you told him.
- He's bamboozling us again. - Inspector.
He alone knew that information, it was inside him.
He couldn't ignore it.
He couldn't have believed Drummer was guilty.
His phone calls prove it.
My conclusion is unequivocal.
Inspector Peeters is not a danger,
either to himself or to his peers.
- Cigarette? - No, thanks, I've given up.
Me too.
At first it was hard, but...
now it's OK.
Is that it? You're releasing him?
Mrs Freud says he's telling the truth so he's free, right?
- Don't you care about anyone? - Calm down, please.
The guy's a born liar, you know that. You can see it.
He fooled her like a student.
De Baets.
You know his history. He's a public danger.
Calm down, Inspector.
Fine.
His death will be on your conscience.
De Baets, there's no proof. You know as well as I do.
He hasn't confessed. We've got nothing on him.
No motive, no murder weapon, and the medical tests are against us.
Judge...
Drop it, De Baets.
You're fighting the wrong battle.
It won't bring your son back.
This coffee's crap.
I can see why they're all nuts.
If I had to drink this, I'd go mad too.
It's good to see you, boss.
I'm not your boss any more.
I know.
- It's nice of you to come. - I don't like this place.
You're better off out than in.
So?
Where are you at?
Lucien Rabet was right.
Driss was already dead when he got to the cabin.
They stopped a guy in Germany, an Albanian.
- Krojan? - Yeah.
He killed another player, Ivo Vanhoutte.
They found what was left of him in an acid bath.
Evidently he wanted to expose the whole network,
and Driss probably did too.
See?
Cool, isn't it?
Look.
Delivered while you were away.
They gave you a discount because of the delay.
- Is that cool or what? - Yeah, it's cool.
It's not over, you're still very fragile.
Be careful.
Another shock could be fatal.
Rest, Yoann. Don't play with fire.
Driss's killer murdered Drummer.
Here's 20.
- Did you bring the horse in? - Yes.
- Sure you won't stay and eat? - No.
See you tomorrow.
- Is it OK? - It's great.
- Inès taught me to ride. - She's doing really well.
It's brilliant. Like being in Game of Thrones.
I reckon it must be a good way to pick up guys.
You're at a party and a guy says, "Want a ride home?"
"No, thanks, I'm going on my horse..."
Help me.
Yoann?
I can sleep at mine if you want.
We don't have to...
No.
No, it's good that you're here.
What a mess, eh?
That's all for Liège. It's been here for a week.
It should go this afternoon.
- It's good to see you, Inspector. - Yeah.
It's not the same without you, Marjo and Inspector Drummer.
- Marjo no longer works with you? - No, she's on leave.
Is she OK?
Well...
- Are these Drummer's things? - Yes.
What about this?
No idea. We found it in his pocket.
You shouldn't be looking at that, Inspector.
Do we know the Albanian's shoe size?
The footprints at the cabin were size 42. Does that match the Albanian's?
No idea. Liège is dealing with it. We're not supposed to touch anything.
They think we're country bumpkins.
They don't tell us anything.
Damn. He could have been size 47 and they didn't even check.
I'd be surprised.
You know, he's a real psychopath, this Albanian.
Well... we're not supposed to look
but the Germans sent us pictures of his arrest.
They nicked him during a routine traffic check. Pure stroke of luck.
And look what they found in his trunk.
The Fischers' housekeeper.
Shit!
And this was under her body.
- Do you recognise that bag? - Yes.
It's Driss's.
Everything was in it...
his clothes, his wallet, the Malausas' money, everything.
The Albanian is our man, Inspector.
No doubt about it.
It took a while,
but we got him.
Peeters, what are you doing here?
Inspector Peeters came to pick up his things.
What things?
This.
I grew very fond of it.
Marjo?
It's me. Yoann.
Marjo?
Open the door, please, Marjo.
Marjo, I know you're there.
We need to talk.
Nice place you've got.
I like the garden.
It's not my place.
It's my aunt's. She's in hospital.
She knits.
- How long have you lived here? - Two years.
I didn't kill him, Marjo. It wasn't my fault.
I know.
He meant a lot to me.
Hang on in there, Marjo.
You're a great cop.
Well, what do you want?
Nothing.
Just to see how you're doing.
Does this mean anything to you?
It was in Drummer's pocket. Do you recognise it?
No.
He didn't say anything?
No.
I need your help, Marjo. You're the last person who spoke to him.
I don't understand why he didn't say anything.
He knew about Driss and Zoé right from the start.
He didn't tell us.
You know, Marjo...
Drummer did the best he could.
He must have been ashamed of watching that kid.
But Drummer loved you, Marjo.
He really loved you.
It's not over, you're still very fragile.
Dad?
Hail Mary, full of grace...
Dad?
Hail Mary, full of grace...
DIY STORE
He burst in and jumped the queue. People were complaining.
He was asking about a small bead.
This one?
Yes. He wanted to know if it came from here.
And?
No. We only sell plastic beads, they're much smaller.
I went to check the stock. When I got back, he'd gone.
Had he seen something?
No idea.
Do you know if he talked to anyone else?
Maybe. There were a lot of people in here that day.
Hey... I saw his photo in the paper.
- Do you know what happened to him? - No.
If you remember anything else, call me.
Don't forget.
- No idea. - Try to remember.
- Did you see anything unusual? - No, I'm sorry.
But you know, I wasn't proud when I found him.
I'm no sissy.
I'm a hunter. But finding a dead man isn't like finding an animal.
It shakes you up, I can tell you.
And I liked young Driss.
He was a good guy.
Really nice.
He even invited me to his place to eat a chicken...
Mkebe...
I'll get five years for all this.
Concealing a dead body, my arse.
I panicked, that's all.
My lawyer said it'll be OK,
but I know with my tattoos and everything
I'll get five years for sure.
And I know what it's like to be locked up.
What will they do with the body?
Take him home, I hope. It'll be nice for the family.
- Who do these belong to? - Young Jeoffrey, the disabled kid.
He helps with the painting.
No! No!
These are your boots!
Yoann!
Yoann, stop!
Stop! Stop!
Yoann, stop!
Stop.
Stop. Calm down.
Tell her! Tell her what you did, you little shit!
It was him, Inès. He did it.
- It's the same sole. - No, it wasn't him.
He was at his centre.
It's the same boot, the same sole.
You're sick, Yoann. You're sick.
You've just got out and you've lost it again.
I love you but I can't go on like this. I don't have the strength.
Carry on like this and you'll lose everything.
Hello?
Yoann?
Yoann, are you there?
Can you hear me?
Calm down, Yoann, everything's fine.
I can't do it.
Don't get carried away.
I can't do it any more.
Slowly, Yoann. Breathe slowly.
You were right to call me.
It was the right thing to do.
Relax.
- I can't do it. -We'll meet, Yoann.
It'll be OK.
2 MONTHS LATER
Orange juice with half a lemon.
Toast with love
and homemade blackberry jam,
an egg boiled for four and a half minutes
and a special coffee with sugar and milk.
Wow! Thank you.
But... before eating...
unfortunately there's a fee.
And...
can it be paid in kind?
I don't know, I'll have to find out.
Well, find out quickly.
- It's cool about your dad and Inès. - Yeah.
I'd be happy if my mother had someone.
No, it's cool, it's cool.
I just hope they don't have kids.
I'd be six months pregnant now.
- But you made the right choice, Zoé. - Yeah, I know.
Can you imagine me pregnant?
I'd weigh 120 kilos and have boobs like that.
- It'd be a change. - What would?
Having breasts.
Speak for yourself! You haven't got any.
- Yes, I have. - Where are they?
They're here... Get off!
Can I start loading the boxes in the kitchen?
Yes, take everything that's downstairs.
- Everything's going to mine? -Yes.
I'm not sure it will all fit.
Have you got any tape?
What?
Tape. Have you got any tape anywhere?
Inès?
I gave him lessons.
I was teaching him to read.
He carried on smiling. He had an incredible lust for life.
I was fascinated.
And you stayed on good terms till the end?
What is this? Are you investigating me?
He tried to kiss me.
I was surprised and pushed him away.
I was really very fond of him.
It just wasn't love.
It was an accident.
I didn't mean to do it, I swear.
I didn't want to hurt him. I loved him.
I was crazy about him.
I just wanted to talk to him. I was in love.
He loved me too at first.
It's all because of that girl.
She got into his head.
I just wanted to talk to him, I swear.
Zoé?
Zoé, is that you?
So this is it?
This is where you fuck?
Inès...
Inès, you can't stay here.
Please, Inès, you can't stay here. Please.
I know you love me.
Driss, I know you love me.
I'm begging you.
Don't leave me.
I can't do it.
I can't do it any more.
- Inès... Inès, please. - I won't go.
- Inès, please.
- Inès, please let me go. - Please stay with me.
- You can't abandon me, Driss. - Inès, please.
- You can't abandon me. Listen to me. - Inès, please let me go.
- Inès... - Listen to me.
Listen to me.
- Inès... - I was there when you needed me.
- Why are you dumping me? - Let go of me.
I don't want you to leave me, Driss.
Inès! Let go of me.
Let me go!
Let me go! Get out now, do you hear?
I don't love you! Do you hear? I don't love you!
Inès?
It wasn't me.
You have to believe me.
You know me, you know it's not me.
And Drummer?
- I had no choice. - Oh, fuck.
He wouldn't have understood.
What have you done? What have you done?
Nothing would have happened if we'd had that baby.
We should have had that baby.
You're completely crazy.
Nothing would have happened if we'd had that baby.
Give us a chance, please.
We're good together. We can start again.
Think about Camille.
Yoann, I'm begging you. I'm begging you...
We're good together.
Give me a chance.
I'm begging you. I'm begging you.
I'm begging you.
Dad?
Is something wrong?
What... What is it?
What's happening, Dad?
It's OK, it's OK.
It's OK.
Everything's fine.
Everything's going to be all right.
Everything's going to be fine, Camille.
Everything's fine, darling.
Translation: Gill Parrott