Let go of me.
13 COMMANDMENTS
Yes, it's Peter. Yes, yes, now! Now, bloody hell!
-Has everyone been briefed? -Affirmative.
-Good luck. -Good luck.
Put out that cigarette. Go on. Put that out first.
-Hello. -Peter.
Go.
-Police! -Police! Put your hands up!
Police! Get your hands up!
Hands on your neck!
-Get your hands up. Turn around. -On your knees!
Give me your hands.
-Inspectors, all clear. -Okay, yes.
-Stay down. -Stay there. Get up. Get up.
Get your hands off. I'll kill you. I'll kill you!
Don't touch me!
-Hang on. -Get your hands off me!
-I'll take him. It's okay. I'll take him. -No, no. I'm not coming. Fuck you, man.
I'll kill all of you, dirty cop! Dirty cop! Damn your mother!
Come on.
Have you got my documents?
Temporary residence permit. That's no good.
-I want permanent. -Your case is at the top of the pile.
-So? -Have a little more patience.
A little more. Don't take too long.
My family is waiting. It's not safe in Bulgaria.
I told you it would get sorted. Have some faith.
I don't have a choice, I guess.
I have to buy food. I haven't got any money.
-I gave you 50 euros yesterday. -Sure.
I topped up my phone credit to text you.
If I hadn't, those guys would be in Bulgaria by now with that truck.
Alright then.
I will need you again soon. Make sure you can be reached.
Hristo?
Thanks.
Good morning. Are we having an open day or something?
Lizzy is doing what she loves best. Talking to the press.
About yesterday's raid?
She has swapped outfits three times already.
Do we really need a press conference for this?
She likes being on TV.
-Peter. Simon. -Hey.
He's such a moron.
What are you asking of me, Peter? That I fire Marnix?
Of course not. I just want to be partnered up with Simon again.
We know each other's strengths. We've worked together before.
You've been away for a year
and you want me to turn everything on its head for a year,
and then again after you've retired.
Marnix needs someone like Simon.
What do you think?
I don't think Simon needs someone like Marnix.
This one or this one, I mean.
Oh, for God's sake.
Commander Devriese? This is Vicky Degraeve.
I have really tried my best, but...
I can't do it anymore. I just can't do it anymore.
I haven't given it much thought yet.
No.
Okay. Thank you.
It involves an Eastern European gang of thieves
that we had been tracking for months.
Yesterday's raid was the result of a successful collaboration
between several police departments.
All the ringleaders have been arrested and are being questioned.
We are hopeful that they will go on trial soon.
See you later.
-Excuse me, Commissioner Dujardin? -Ehm, up the stairs, on your right.
Thank you.
You've come from the Special Unit.
-Must be hard for a girl. -It never really bothered me.
Before my accident.
Nothing to do with work. I have rehabilitated from the injury.
But my back is causing me trouble. I wanted to quit, but maybe...
-you want me here. -And if we don't?
Then I quit.
-You don't sound very convinced. -Are you going to judge me on that?
-When did you have this accident? -Two years ago.
And are you really going to quit if I don't take you on?
I don't know anything else.
You should thank your commander for his recommendation. When can you start?
They kicked the ball in my face and laughed at me.
Stop doing my head in, please!
I'll take those kids to the police station.
We may have a cell for them. Eh?
I'd rather you dealt with the riff-raff breaking into the letterboxes.
The tenants' rep doesn't give a fuck.
-Come on. -Yes.
Something has changed, ladies and gentlemen.
Yes, something has changed between me and the ladies.
I used to get completely ignored. Women never used to notice me.
But now they do.
More than that, they think I'm scary. Yes.
They're scared of me.
And because in reality, I've got a heart of gold,
I love going along with that. I enjoy scaring them, yes.
But not like those frustrated teens who harass our white women
because their mums won't allow them to go to Syria.
No, no, no. "Mum, Mum, everyone in Molenbeek is allowed to go to Syria,
even that fat boy who can't touch the floor with his head at prayers.
Even he's allowed to go. And he's just rocking like a Romanian orphan."
No, not like that. I scare them like real men do.
I go and sit next to a woman on the bus, and to make it even scarier, I whisper...
Mum?
Diesel?
Diesel? Come here, boy.
Diesel?
-Good morning. Going out already? -Yes. A homeless guy has found a body.
Lovely. Suspicious death?
-Yes, the throat was slit. -My first murder case.
-That's got you excited, eh, Marnix? -I wish I could come, guys.
By the way, Liesbet was looking for you.
-Thank you. -There you go.
Peter. This is him.
You wanted a new partner, didn't you?
I meant I wanted to work with Simon again.
That's impossible. I explained why.
Vicky Degraeve. She's come straight from the Special Unit.
-Hi. -Hello. Peter Devriendt.
There we go. Balance has been restored.
So you've come from the Special Unit.
That's like going from a Ferrari to a 2CV. A big change.
That's the idea.
-Show her around. -Yes.
Have you lost interest in the action and adventure?
My body is failing me.
But you're so young.
Here you go. This is your desk.
But first I want to introduce you to your colleagues.
Have you seen a dead body before?
-Yes. -Come on then.
Hi, guys. And?
I wanted to introduce you to our new colleague, Vicky.
Santermans, Marnix.
-Simon, Peter's ex. -Ex-partner.
You got your way. Another woman on our team.
Yes.
-Do you want to have a look? -Yes.
Inspector?
Jesus Christ. Look at that.
-May I? -Yes, Forensics have wrapped up here.
-Esmé. -Turkish?
Probably. There was no ID found on her.
Clean job. Efficient, with a single stroke of the knife.
Honour killing.
Or a family tragedy.
We've identified the victim. And we've got an address.
-Great. Good job. -No, local police have...
Right. So you didn't find that yourself? Right, we're going there.
We'll be in touch.
Here you go. From Sonja.
-Can I listen in? -Sure, darling, come in.
The name's Vicky.
-Have you had lunch? -I don't have lunch.
Oh dear.
Let's have a look at what Sonja has got to say.
-Sonja? -The coroner.
She's quite a fox. Eh, Marnix?
Right. "The victim died between eighteen and twenty-four hours ago.
The throat was slit, the victim bled to death. Bla-bla."
"It seems likely the victim was conscious during wound infliction."
-Jesus. -"No signs of sexual abuse."
-Was she a virgin? -Does that matter?
It could be a motive for an honour killing.
No. She was definitely not a virgin.
She was three months pregnant.
I'd be surprised if that's got nothing to do with it.
And? What's the problem?
What problem?
Well, why have you come over?
-Or were you missing me? -Yes. I was just missing you.
-Right. How much do you need? -Come on. I haven't come just for that.
Come here.
I know what I'm going to do with my life.
You've decided then. I thought you had decided a long time ago.
Photography, right?
Ah no...
Hotel management.
No, I've made up my mind. I'm going to do yoga. I'm going to teach it.
I just have to take some courses.
So...
300 euros. For the first term. But everything is included.
-Materials, everything. -Yes, yes, yes. All materials.
-A 10 euro yoga mat, and what else? -Books.
I thought everything was done over the internet nowadays?
-Dad... -What does your mum say?
She says I should ask you.
-Here you are. -Thanks.
-When are you going to stay for dinner? -Soon.
-Why not today? There's plenty. -I'm meeting someone tonight.
How's your mum doing?
She and Alex are acting like they're the happiest couple alive.
Sorry, I have to go now.
They're very bad actors.
I've just seen Dad leave.
This morning I was thinking of the time I gave him a black eye. Remember that?
On Mother's Day. I wasn't allowed pocket money yet.
So I thought, stupid Gerda from the corner shop is always so rude.
It's okay if I steal a few bars of soap.
But Gerda saw me, she rang Dad, Dad was fuming when I got home.
I had to take the soap back, so I hit him in the face.
I will never forget the look on his face.
Bloody backache.
I retired today. Or... Sort of.
I quit the Special Unit. I'm starting at the detective department.
The commissioner is a woman. Hooray.
I'm going to miss it, I think.
Thank you.
-Are they relatives of...? -Yes. The victim's sister and mother.
Simon and Marnix have got a suspect. They came along.
-Already? -We received an anonymous tip-off.
The murderer was claimed to be an uncle from Turkey, the mum's brother.
He was due to fly back to Istanbul the day after tomorrow.
Esmé was pregnant.
Bloody hell.
He will walk free. They have no evidence, and he knows it.
-Have you been listening in? -We didn't have to.
Your suspect's silence was deafening.
-Examining magistrate? -Nothing. No prolonged detention.
There's no doubt he did it.
-Honour killing. -Probably.
Her classmates say she had a Flemish boyfriend.
-Nobody knows who he is, but anyway... -And pregnant. It makes sense.
-How long can you keep him detained? -Till tomorrow morning.
If the lab doesn't find anything by then...
we lose him.
-What's happened to Sara then? -You tell me.
She was over the moon yesterday after her visit to her daddy.
Hang on...
Have you made me drive across town like a maniac for this?
Sorry. I forgot how busy you are catching bad guys.
Chantal, she looked good.
She has decided what she wants to do with her life. That's good, isn't it?
How much did she wheedle out of you this time?
Looks like a lot. And you'll never see it again.
That's beside the point.
That is the point, Peter. She spends money like water.
Last month she worked at a restaurant for two weeks and earned 1,200 euros.
-It was gone in a week. -She's young. She likes to have fun.
Tonight she'll spend your money in some nightclub. If she hasn't already.
You're exaggerating.
Do you know what you should do?
Keep your money in your pockets next time.
Or do something useful with it.
Tell me good news.
Here you go. Here's your good news.
The background checks in Turkey have turned out nothing,
the lab results have turned out nothing.
We haven't been able to trace the anonymous call about Ferhad,
so... that's turned out nothing.
And the mother insists Ferhad was with her.
You'll have to find your good news elsewhere.
And the victim's father?
-He died six years ago. -Seven.
Thank you, Marnix. Thank you.
-Any other leads? -That's a waste of time.
This guy killed her. End of story.
Based on...
Instinct, judgment of character and his arrogant mug.
-But you haven't got a confession. -No, I haven't.
So the examining magistrate... Look, he'll be released in the next half hour.
And tomorrow he'll be on a flight to Istanbul.
You've got half an hour then.
-What are you going to do? -I'm going to hassle the lab.
There has to be some trace of DNA. He's not Dexter.
-What about you? -What?
-What are you going to do? -I'm going to the toilet.
-You? -I'm listening.
Come with me.
Where are we going?
I think I know who made that anonymous call.
-Her mother. -She was questioned.
Yes.
-By Marnix. -Yes.
Why did he ever become a cop?
Maybe he didn't make it as a bus driver.
-Why did you become a cop? -You first.
-Because I thought I'd be good at it. -And? Are you?
It's like banging your head against a brick wall, I guess.
Not very positive, are you? Is the glass always half empty?
-You can always fill it back up. -Sure. Till the bottle's empty.
You said you didn't eat during the day.
From: anonymous Hell-fire.
What's this?
Very poetic.
I have told you everything.
I was at the mosque with my other daughter.
I don't understand why you're here.
-Do you go to the mosque often? -Every day.
-Did you know your daughter was pregnant? -No.
Three months.
-You didn't notice anything? -No.
Could we talk to your other daughter for a minute?
-Rosé isn't home. -When will she be home?
Not without a lawyer.
The man is reported to be the victim's uncle,
who had just arrived in our country.
It is unclear whether criminal police had enough evidence
to detain him for more than 24 hours.
The public prosecutor's spokesperson did not want to comment.
Several Muslim organisations have offered their condolences...
Good luck with that one.
And?
He will need a lot of burn cream.
You really don't have any shame, do you?
Take it easy. I have a rough exterior, you know me.
But I'm very soft on the inside.
I cry myself to sleep every night
for all of the child murderers who are set alight for no reason.
This can hardly be a coincidence.
How fucked up are you to light someone on fire
and extinguish the blaze after?
Maybe they changed their minds. At the last minute.
Or their aim wasn't to kill him.
An avenger and a saviour at the same time. It sounds like Shakespeare.
It had religious meaning in any case.
That's the first of the ten commandments, isn't it?
Sure, and you're Brad Pitt in Seven. Come on.
Have they found anything yet? Footprints, tire marks?
Forensics are working on it.
Yes?
Thou shalt have no other gods before me