13 COMMANDMENTS
-Oh, Peter. Everything okay? -The world has gone to the dogs, Roel.
But I'm fine otherwise.
Hello.
-Paulien, found anything yet? -I want a coffee first.
-No time. I have a briefing to go to. -They would never start without you.
I've seen your new colleague.
-She's hot. -Forget about it. She likes men.
-I've converted many. -And she's not at all your type.
How would you know my type?
Our years on the road together. Trust me, I know.
How can you stomach that? It tastes like dishwater.
The alternative is wheeling to the coffee room seven times a day.
So what have you found out?
-Lille? -Were you hoping it was nearer?
My French is rubbish.
Vicky: I will be late. Work-related.
-Yes, great start. -What?
-Right, thanks. -Bring that mug back, will you?
Sure.
It may be far-fetched, but I received this yesterday.
A text.
"Hell-fire."
Maybe it's related to that.
Our suspect is theatrical, to say the least.
Number withheld, I presume?
Paulien traced it. It was sent from Lille with a prepaid SIM card.
It's just a tasteless joke. Isn't it?
It was sent before that Turk was set alight.
Let's not jump to conclusions. There is no link to this case.
How did they discover him?
An emergency call was made with the victim's phone
after the fire was extinguished.
They left the call connected while he was whimpering.
Yes. Sick.
What would you do if they cut your daughter's throat?
There is no evidence the two cases are linked.
-Liesbet, come on. -I know.
But I want to look at the cases separately.
If there is a link, we'll find out soon enough.
-Where is Vicky? -She's coming in late.
That's a great start. You and Vicky look into Esmé's murder.
I would start by questioning the main suspect again. Or try, at least.
If Ferhad is the murderer, someone asked him to come to Belgium
and probably helped him, so find that person.
-You look into the arsonist. -Okay.
Keep me informed. And no press before we've got a suspect.
-Another drink? -Don't waste my time.
Have you got my documents?
My wife rang me yesterday.
She's received calls from an unknown number for three nights in a row.
Yesterday she thought she saw someone in the garden.
-I really need those documents. -It's a coincidence.
-A coincidence? -No one here knows you've been released.
We will sort out those documents. There's a lot of red tape involved. Be patient.
I've been patient for a month now, you git.
Do you trust me or not?
I need your help again.
-The girl from the honour killing. -Yes.
Ferhad Peres.
I want to know who brought him here.
Think of your family, Hristo.
-Where were you? -Esmé had a boyfriend, didn't she?
There he is. Joren Desmet.
Thanks, Vicky.
Oh right. Acting on your own, are you?
I was on my way here when I thought of it. I didn't want to waste time.
So...?
He's understandably shocked. They slit his girlfriend's throat after all.
-I thought he might know more. -But...
-But what? -Why are you not speaking to him
-and who is the man with him? -He got scared. That's his father.
They're waiting for his lawyer because Simon and Marnix
now see him as their main suspect.
Makes sense, no?
That boy didn't set fire to him.
Simon and Marnix will find out soon enough then.
Anyway, I think I'm going to speak to Rosé.
You know what her mother said. Not without a lawyer.
We'll find a way.
-That's that celebrity lawyer. -Nasty woman.
Can you drive? I need to make some phone calls.
I'd rather not.
-How long had you and Esmé been dating? -Five-and-a-half months.
Where did you meet her?
At a party.
-Did you see each other often? -Sometimes.
-But always in secret. -In secret? Why is that?
Because Esmé's mum was very strict.
Did her mother know you had a relationship?
I don't know.
Apparently she did. Who else got that bastard over here?
That bastard hasn't been proved guilty, so...
I'm fucking sure he did it.
Joren, that wasn't the question.
Did you know that bastard was coming to Belgium?
I knew they had family coming over. Because Esmé wasn't allowed to go outside.
And how did you find out...
...that Esmé had been murdered?
-Word of mouth. -And what did you do then?
-Nothing. -You didn't really care or...?
Pardon?
I would have done anything for her. What should I have done?
Punish the bastard?
That's your job. Not mine.
I assume you found out through word of mouth that he had been released?
Yes.
And?
-And what? -You thought we didn't do our job well,
so you finished it yourself.
You would have done anything for her. He did say that, madam.
-You're crazy. -I'm not the crazy person, boy.
Take care of what you say.
Listen, you can play the clown and pretend you're not involved in that fire,
but don't get your hopes up. We'll find out anyway.
Or you tell us the truth now.
With any luck, you'll convince the judge you had an irresistible urge
to protect your girlfriend and your unborn child
and you'll get a reduced sentence.
Whoa, my... My what?
My...
Was Esmé pregnant?
-Yes, maybe we can... -Hang on. Wait, wait, wait.
Or did you kill Esmé?
Too young to be a father? You're only seventeen.
Didn't she want an abortion?
Those aren't questions. That's intimidation.
Joren has an alibi for the evening of the murder.
Yes, ehm... Let's take a break. Marnix? Shall we?
xWhat was that, Marnix?
It's written all over him that he wanted revenge for his girlfriend.
-Really? Written all over him? -Yes.
Can you think of anyone else who had a better reason to set fire to Fehrad?
I don't have to think of anyone else. Not everything happens for a reason.
Come on. That lad is eighteen years old. No driving licence. A crybaby.
He nearly shat himself when you gave him an angry look.
Do you think that lad knocked out a man two heads taller than him?
That he tied him up, kidnapped him and set fire to him?
-Use your brain, you crazy fool. -Stop calling me crazy!
I will say one thing. If his lawyer causes us trouble, you're on your own.
-Why would she? -For intimidation, for example.
I don't know if you know, but she's even more of a media whore than Lizzy.
Yes. Thank you.
Yes...
The fire was lit between eight and ten.
So yes...
His alibi is solid. He was at Café Carrefour the entire evening.
He was seen on the video footage.
Written all over him...
Have him released.
Damn it.
Good afternoon, Rosé.
Peter Devriendt and Vicky Degraeve of the Federal Criminal Police.
-My mother isn't in. -We haven't come for your mother.
I saw you this morning. At the train station.
-My mother will be home soon. -We'll keep it short.
Did you call us?
Are you scared something will happen to you too?
My uncle can't hurt me. He's in hospital.
Yes. And who asked him to come over?
-Your mother? -No. She wouldn't.
She's too scared of my uncle.
But you think he killed your sister.
Did you know your sister was pregnant?
-Sorry, Mum. I had to... -Go to your room.
I asked you to leave Rosé alone.
Yes. Of course, madam, but with all due respect,
do you really think Rosé is different from Esmé?
Is losing one daughter not enough?
You have to leave.
-Madam? Are you looking for someone? -Yes, I was looking for someone to...
-I need someone to... -Are you okay?
Yes. No. Sorry.
-Vicky... Wouldn't it be better if... -No, no.
You will probably not get that handbag back,
but this will help you get a new ID, okay?
Okay, thank you. You've made my day. Almost, anyway.
Let's hope you get into your house safely.
And no one has broken in.
If anything is the matter, you can always ring me. Okay?
Okay. You're a darling.
I'm just doing my job.
Yes, Lut. There's your lift.
Okay.
Thanks again.
Today and tomorrow 10 to 12 degrees, and the same for the rest of the week.
And a chance of frost for the weekend.
It's always too hot in here anyway. But I'm not lying still, I guess.
Dad came by this week. I was busy.
Yes. I didn't feel up to it.
I didn't want to see him.
Sorry.
Soon I will...
How are you getting on with your yoga?
-Well. -You're going to class, I hope?
Of course.
-Where are your classes? -At what's-it-called...
In the North quarter.
-Has Mum been gossiping again? -You call that gossiping?
Mum is just worried about how you're spending your money. That's all.
Mum listens to her psychologist too much.
She wants what's best for you. And Alex as well.
-I'm sure. But they understand fuck-all. -Watch your language, please.
Have you got a new girlfriend yet?
-You have to keep your eyes open, Dad. -What about you? A new boyfriend?
-Don't change the subject. -I'm not.
And I will change the subject when I want to.
What are we doing here?
That's one of the Bulgarians we arrested.
No, no. He's the reason we were able to arrest them.
-Who is she? -My partner.
Your girlfriend?
No, no. A colleague.
I would prefer it if you didn't bring other people.
-A drink? -Where is my money?
Can I have my information, please?
Awedan, Baz, Ezde. Pitabar Calabria.
-What do the names mean? -They're Ferhad's cousins.
Ferhad is married to the sister of the kebab shop's owner.
And Esmé was engaged to Awedan, one of those guys.
Pardon?
Engaged, given in marriage, promised, something like that.
Of course.
I'll keep in touch.
I guess we're going for a kebab.
-Good afternoon. Mr Durul? -Yes.
Peter Devriendt, Federal Detective Bureau. We would like to speak to your sons.
My sons aren't here, sir.
-Right. Do you know where we can...? -No.
My staff.
Oh dear.
That doesn't look good.
It looks like you've put a lot of work into your business.
But you know our colleagues like to close down restaurants.
I think they get a bonus for that.
-Yes, Public Health Department... -Awedan!
Just a minute.
Baz, Ezde!
Good afternoon, gentlemen. I can see you're busy, so we'll keep it short
-Ferhad Peres is your uncle, am I right? -Yes.
We would like to know who asked him to come to Belgium.
Oh, I will, I will.
Did you ask him to come to Belgium?
Why does that matter, cop?
Did you ask Ferhad to murder your cousin?
The slut talks too.
Just a minute.
Let go.
-We only went to pick him up. -Really?
How did he know Esmé was pregnant and she had a Flemish boyfriend?
Let go.
We're keeping an eye on you.
-You didn't have to do that. -Of course not.
We could have brought them in and questioned them,
-and they would have kept silent. -They did ask him to come.
Of course. But they won't admit that on the record.
They would have walked free, just like their uncle did.
Almost did.
Anyway, they will think twice before trying to hurt Rosé.
-What are you going to tell Liesbet? -Nothing.
We don't know who got Ferhad here.
And let's hope Rosé or her mother have the balls to say it themselves.
Weird...
"Deadly silent."
I'm guessing Lille, with a prepaid SIM.
What does "deadly silent" mean?
Hell-fire, deadly silent. There is definitely a link.
-Maybe he wants to do more to him. -No, he would have done that already.
I don't know what it could mean, Peter.
Something other than just death. It's not the same.
-We can't take that risk. -There is no risk.
Ferhad is under police guard, 24/7.
-Yes, Paulien? -Who is Els?
Give me that.
Hello. Peter.
Were you born with it?
Accident at work.
The hazards of the trade, I guess.
What about you?
No one your age would voluntarily leave the Special Unit.
-Did you rub someone the wrong way? -Car accident.
My body is ruined.
Join the club.
You're the first not to ask about the details.
I know how hard that can be.
-What did Els want? -Give it a rest. Come.
Thanks for picking me up, Dad.
Don't I get a kiss?
Look at me.
-Are you stoned? -No.
I'm just a little tipsy.
Let's go. I have some revisioning to do.
Can I have that?
Why?
What are you doing?
-Come on, I'm not a child. -You act like it.
-I just wanted to try it. -Yeah, right.
It's not that bad. You did it yourself when you were young.
-What? -Let go.
Hi, Peter. Thanks for picking her up.
-Everything okay? -Yes, sure.
-Hi, Alex. -Peter.
Go on.
Thanks for the lift.
Sara...
She's trying to find her way.
-That's all. -Are you okay?
Sure. Couldn't be better. See you.
Mum, he's such a cute little retard.
Apologies for being late, but...
-...I'm incredibly busy. -No problem.
-I thought you weren't going to show up. -No, no, no.
-White wine? -Sure.
Stop!
-And? -Well...
Top-quality comedy.
Alright, I'm going to confer with them. Thanks.
-I didn't know he was in a wheelchair. -He wasn't.
His first joke was always about a disabled man who runs people over.
-Alright. What did Paulien say? -Sent with a prepaid SIM from Breda.
-What? You received another text? -Yes. "Deadly silent."
-It said "deadly silent"? -Yes.
-That's about this shit then. -We don't know for sure.
Come with me to the dressing room.
Fuck.
Do not take the name of the Lord in vain
-Any news about the victim? -No.
Yes, he's in hospital. But we can't really speak to him.
Not any time soon, anyway.
The doctor says he may recover if he's lucky.
They've re-attached the tongue. It's a waiting game now.
The good news is he probably didn't feel a lot of pain.
-They found Pentothal in his blood. -He was sedated.
Yes.
So you didn't see who did it?
You did?
Okay.
He gave you a sedative.
Did you feel anything? A needle prick?
So he gave you a sedative.
I guess he did then
-Mr Engelen, we are here to help you. -You don't know who might've done this?
Bye, Mr Engelen.
Although Gil Engelen was very controversial
and got a lot of disapproval,
police remain in the dark about the motive of the attacker.
We have an eye-witness account by someone in the first row.
No one realized at first. We thought it was part of the show.
Especially because of the light beam, but then we saw the image on the screen.
The Flemish Traffic Centre is still reporting a 31-km tailback,
among others due to the road accidents Anne mentioned. On the E40 to the coast...
Rosé has confessed.
-She killed... -She put her uncle out of his misery.
But he was acting on someone else's orders.
Her sister had been given in marriage.
How come we didn't know that?
They are Turkish. It's a closed community, a clan. They don't talk.
We've got a burnt Turk and a stand-up comedian with a cut out tongue,
but no trace of the culprits.
Peter received two texts and we've got two commandments.
Why is he sending those texts to Peter?
-He probably doesn't have your number. -Oh right, I guess.
It sounds like it's the same guy.
That's the last thing we need the press to find out.
Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.
That's the third commandment. Right?
Good evening. Sorry to disturb.
-Is everything okay? -Ehm, yes.
I'm just...
I heard... shouting or crying and...
Is your daughter okay?
Yes, Blue fell out of her bed.
Are you from social services or something?
No.
-Ah, everything okay? -Blue, go back to bed.
-Blue, are you okay? -Yes, yes.
What happened? -Go to your room!
I fell out of bed.
Paco!
Paco! Quiet!
Paco?