13 COMMANDMENTS
Hello. Peter Devriendt.
-Moses? -Mozes.
Mozes@hotmail.com. Ambitious.
This email was sent at 7:06 am.
Hopefully only to my inbox.
But I'm afraid Moses is seeking attention. I'm sure the press will be next.
This is where it gets interesting.
-Who are they? -I'm guessing his next victims.
-"See you on Sunday." -Remember the sabbath day.
If he means this Sunday, we've got two days left.
What about her? Isn't she a celebrity?
Tine Dubois. Minister for Economic Affairs, isn't she?
Ex-Minister. She's an MP now.
-What about the others? -We've got two days to find out.
-Can't Paulien trace that email? -It was an anonymous IP address.
The Third Commandment. "Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.
Six days you shall labour,
but the seventh day is a sabbath for the Lord your God.
In it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter,
nor your male or female servant, nor your ox, nor your donkey."
-Hi, Tine. -Commissioner Dujardin.
Thank you for coming.
I don't have a lot of time. What can I do for you?
Take a seat.
I'm afraid you are in danger.
I'm not allowed to reveal a lot,
but I would recommend you arrange protection.
What should I be concerned about?
Do these people look familiar to you?
No.
We suspect these people or you
are being targeted by a criminal.
What sort of criminal?
Do you know of anyone who may resent you?
Well...
I'm a politician.
You could fill an arena with the people who resent me.
But there's no one in particular?
Nothing referring to the Third Commandment
"remember the sabbath day"?
There might be.
Yes. There is someone.
The president of a lobby group for the self-employed
took legal action last year against a law I helped pass.
-Which law? -The Sunday trading law for shops.
-But that law is still in force. -That's why he doesn't like me.
Doesn't like... That is an understatement.
The letters he sent me, weren't exactly love letters.
Threatening letters?
-Where's your partner? -Having lunch with his ex-partner.
-That's me, remember? -The other ex-partner.
Oh, Stephen Hawking.
Because she's so clever. With her computers.
Where's your partner?
On the phone to his mum.
-What are you doing? -Looking up something.
What's up?
Nothing. Backache.
-Want a massage? -No, thanks.
-Come on. I did a course... -Simon, leave me alone.
Okay, sorry.
Jesus.
Simon, write this down. Koen De Rijcke. Zwaluwstraat 4.
-Make a note of it. -I have, up here. Why?
He was stalking Tine Dubois,
because she helped pass the Sunday trading law.
-The Third Commandment. -Will you ask him to come in?
Yes.
-Are you okay? -Yes.
-You're so quiet. -Just got nothing to say.
Okay.
Liesbet? What was it? Koen De...
Mario Devadder. 36 years old.
Got a suspended sentence for public disorder. Poor thing.
Spraying tear gas at Sunday Mass isn't very nice.
-How did you find this so quickly? -Google Image.
Scan, upload, search. The photo came off Facebook.
This is 2016. That's all possible now.
I've got something else. Wow, sorry.
I ran his name through our records.
Mario was attacked at home yesterday. You'll never guess what was used.
-Tear gas. -Maybe Moses has started already.
I don't get it.
You own a shoe shop. You're the president of the association of the self-employed.
Sending threatening letters to an ex-Minister...
Isn't that a bit childish?
I've stopped now. Has she filed a complaint?
-When did you stop? -Two weeks ago, I think.
So first you shower Mrs Dubois with fan mail for weeks.
You even stood in her garden, shouting. And then you stopped, just like that.
Are you preparing for something else? Something bigger?
No, sir. Due to all those laws, that are supposedly in the public interest,
small business owners have to work their asses off.
And still, they go bankrupt.
But if Mrs Dubois didn't file a complaint, then why am I here?
-Scared? -Allergic.
Paco! Fuck off!
-Yes? -Good afternoon, Mr Devadder.
Peter Devriendt and Vicky Degraeve of the Federal Criminal Police.
-May we come in? -Is this about the police report?
-Among others. -Have they caught him?
-No. We're still looking. -You won't find him here, madam.
-We've got a few more questions. -Paco, fuck off! Bloody hell! Quiet!
-A drink? Jenever, Duvel? -No, thank you.
We never drink alcohol on the job.
-A pilsner then. -Could you turn that down?
So we can talk comfortably.
There's not much to say. It happened around 7 pm.
First they sedated my dog and then they attacked me.
-They? -Yes, they. He, she?
I don't know.
-I only saw a hand and the spray can. -A man's hand?
A hand in a glove. A big black glove.
I told the other cops already.
Do you remember anything else? Clothes, height, anything.
-The smallest detail can be important. -No.
Think about it. There might be...
How much would you have seen with tear gas in your eyes?
You don't say. If our information is correct,
you used tear gas yourself before.
And people recognised you, didn't they?
Do you know any of these people?
Never seen them before.
Hang on, I have. That's that politician that's on TV.
You don't know her personally.
Me?
Why did you use tear gas in a church?
Was it one of them? Was it one of those bastards from that church?
I'm just asking why.
Okay. Pastors and bishops can get away with anything.
Conning people out of their money, groping children.
And the tear gas was going to sort that out?
Four kids were treated for eye irritation,
two elderly people had breathing difficulties,
-one woman was in shock. -What do you want from me?
Inspector Devriendt didn't mean it like that.
I apologise. Could we have a look at your drive?
Maybe he or she left a clue.
Do you know what, Inspector Morse? I'll do you a favour.
I'm withdrawing my complaint. There's nothing to investigate. Now, bugger off!
De Rijcke has got an alibi for the fire and the stand-up gig.
We're keeping an eye on him, but he's not our man.
What about Mario Devadder? Did Moses attack him?
Are we going to keep calling him Moses?
-Could be, but I don't think so. -Devadder withdrew his complaint.
A tear gas attack would be too trivial
after those first two commandments, wouldn't it?
Everyone can have an off-day. You should know.
Or it was a diversion. Or a coincidence.
It's too coincidental.
It says, "See you on Sunday." Why did he send us those photos?
He knows we'll put them under surveillance.
Maybe he didn't expect us to identify them so soon.
-Come on. There's a celeb on the list. -And he gave us two days.
-He wants us to identify them. -Have we found the third person?
-We couldn't find him via Google Image. -Via what?
-Google Image. -Google Image? What's got into you?
Paulien said that.
Keep looking. We've got till Sunday.
It's great how you're keeping up-to-date, Peter.
-Maybe you should try. -I've tried so many times, Chantal.
She doesn't answer my calls either.
Don't worry so much. She's 21 years old.
It's only normal for her not to let you know
where she is every hour of every day.
-You're not bothered, as usual. -No, I'm just saying,
it's not the end of the world if she comes home an hour late.
Two hours! And no, it's not the end of the world. For normal adol...
Sara is a normal adolescent and they try to find their own way!
-Those ups and downs are normal! -I thought I could count on you.
Chantal, I have to go. Someone's at the door.
Listen. Call her again. It will all be alright. It...
Blue?
Hey?
Blue?
What's the matter?
-Oh my. -Don't get cross.
What's this?
Hey... Come with me. Come.
Is your mum home? Hello?
What do you say, Blue? Shall I call an ambulance?
Eh?
What do you think?
Shall I call an ambulance to ask if they can chop your hand off?
-To take you to the loony bin. -Whoa, whoa.
-You, more like. -You.
-No, you. -You.
-You, you, you. -Or Kelly.
-Who's Kelly? -My mum.
Your mum. It's almost ten o'clock. I'm sure she'll be back soon.
I wouldn't be sure.
She never comes home on time.
There you go.
Does that feel better?
I'm hungry.
Whoa, hang on. Enjoy your meal.
What is this? It looks like vomit.
Young lady, could you mind your language, please?
-Enjoy your meal. -Enjoy your meal-eal-eal.
So?
Yummy vomit.
Okay, okay, okay.
Back again, are you?
It will never go away, I guess.
You do realise it won't make any difference to her?
You can't be sure.
It's my fault she has to sleep alone now.
-You shouldn't think like that. -May I?
-I hate reading. -Yes, me too.
But you'll be glad you can when you're older.
Hey. What if you get a letter from your boyfriend?
-I don't have a boyfriend. -No. Not yet.
-Can you read it to me, please? -No, no. Come. Let's try once more.
You do a chapter and I'll do one. Go on.
Yes, start. I'll read along.
He goes to Hogwarts Shool.
-School. Again. -School.
Blue?
-Blue? -Jesus, what are you doing here?
-Blue is sleeping. -Blue?
-She's had an accident. -What did you do to her?
-I'm calling the police. -Whoa, take it easy.
-I am the police. -I don't care.
Hang on. Hang on. She burnt her hand,
I treated it, I made food for her, I put her to bed. That's all.
-There was pizza in the freezer. -That didn't turn out great.
She's struggling with her reading. Maybe you should have her tested for dyslexia.
None of your business.
True. Anyway...
There's soup in the fridge. Bye.
I can confirm that the photos that were sent to your offices,
are being taken seriously.
They contain information we had not revealed previously.
So there is a link between the mutilation of Ferhad Peres and Gil Engelen?
There is quite obviously a link.
We were sent the same email, exactly 24 hours before you received it.
Except in yours, names were added to the photos.
That would have made our job easier.
Are they the next targets?
MP Tine Dubois and Mario Devadder were questioned yesterday
and are under police protection. The third person, Julien Verhaeghe,
is being picked up by our team as we speak.
I would like to urge you not to disturb
these three individuals and their families.
Any more questions?
-The media circus has begun. -He has sent the photos to the press.
And he included the names this time.
All that work for nothing. Who's number three?
-Simon and Marnix are working on it. -Right.
-Our man has a message for the world. -Yes, we all need to hear it.
-Did you have plans for the morning? -Of course.
Cancel them. I arranged an appointment with Jos Schatteman,
Professor in Theology. He's expecting you at half nine.
Is that the man from all the talk shows?
What will Mr Schatteman tell us we can't find on the internet?
You'll let me know.
-Half nine. -Okay.
Let's go.
Sorry. I wasn't able to shower this morning.
I didn't notice.
I didn't sleep at home.
-I was at the hospital, with my mum. -Your mum?
-Nothing serious, I hope? -Well, actually...
Excuse me.
-Don't answer that while you're driving. -Yeah, yeah.
Yes, Chantal? Hang on, hang on.
-Yes, go ahead. -She's still not home.
She didn't come home last night. And my bike's gone.
-For God's sake. -I just wanted you to know.
Should I report her missing?
I don't know...
Isn't that a bit early?
Has she said anything? Anything out of the ordinary?
We had a row. I didn't want to tell you.
I found some pills in her handbag. Drugs.
You looked in her handbag?
I'm her mother, Peter. Did you know about this?
No. But... I'll ring you back later.
-I've got an important appointment. -Peter, your daughter is missing.
She's got drugs in her handbag and you've got an important appointment?
Come on, Chantal. Keep calm.
You had a row. She's probably done a runner. She's not kidnapped or dead.
-I've got an idea where she could be. -Where?
I'll ring you back.
-We have to be there in fifteen minutes. -Yes, yes. This won't take long.
Guido, it's Peter.
Could you go and check the caravan?
The first victim was burnt. We googled it.
Apparently that's how heathens were punished.
-Really? According to which website? -No idea.
Violation of the First Commandment is punished by genocide.
Entire towns were eradicated that way.
If we started taking the Bible literally again, you would see something.
Anyway, so... your man punished someone and let him live.
That's not a typical punishment. Who... Sorry.
I'm being harassed by the press. Come in, please.
-But why did he choose this person? -There are two possibilities.
One, Ferhad was an infidel in the eyes of the culprit, because he was a Muslim.
Or two, he was so religious, he abused his religion to slit someone's throat.
No, there are 1.5 billion Muslims, so I would opt for the second theory.
These may be second-rate punishments, but one thing is certain.
Ferhad was only targeted because of the honour killing.
Not because he was a Muslim.
The culprit isn't necessarily a very devout fundamentalist.
Although he knows the Bible. Maybe better than the average churchgoer,
but to consider an honour killing as a sin against the First Commandment
no other God before me...
I don't know. There is a theological reasoning behind it,
but it's not that self-evident.
Try anyway.
It comes down to the following.
Each commandment emanates from the First Commandment.
That means if you sin against the Second, Third or Fourth Commandment,
you always sin against the First.
"You shall have no other God before me" is the basis of all the commandments.
Esmé being killed by Ferhad, means he sinned...
Against the Fifth Commandment, you shall not kill.
-Isn't that far-fetched? -Maybe.
That's why I don't believe it's a fundamentalist.
A fundamentalist interprets less. He will take the Bible literally.
If I've got it right, he knows the Bible, but he uses the Ten Commandments
to express his displeasure, to put it lightly.
Something like that.
This is getting out of hand. I only mowed my lawn.
First I got sued and now I'm in the national news.
Five journalists have shown me those photos already.
I know Tine Dubois from the papers and I don't know the other one.
Mr Vermeulen... Erm, Mr Verhaeghe, sorry.
We're dealing with a madman. He has set someone on fire.
He has cut someone's tongue off.
This same madman has sent your photo to all editorial offices in the country.
So I would have a good look at the photos.
Since when is mowing the lawn a sin against the Bible?
-Let's have it. I'm ready for him. -Alright.
Do you have an idea of who may have sent those photos? Do you have enemies?
My neighbour, but he's as stupid as they come.
What's your relationship like?
We play golf together every week.
What do you think?
-Funny. -You do know he was right?
Mowing your lawn on a Sunday is prohibited.
Sir, my wife and I work all week.
And the Justice of the Peace dismissed the case.
Yes, because of a procedural mistake.
I know one thing.
That wasn't about mowing the lawn.
He was just jealous.
I earn a good living. That makes people green with envy.
No, that's not what I meant.
No problem.
Yes.
Sorry.
My partner doesn't allow me to use my phone in the car.
The law doesn't allow it either.
-Are you not eating? -No, I don't have lunch.
I would be surprised if he attacked three victims now.
That's not been his MO up to now.
Can you know his MO after only two attacks?
Maybe.
But maybe those three names are clues to one person.
And there is another link.
All three have violated the Third Commandment
and all three were taken to court for it.
-And cleared of the charges. -What about the judges?
Maybe Moses isn't after those three, but after the judges.
They violated the commandment by clearing them.
-Isn't that too far-fetched? -Yes, Peter speaking.
Oh, you've found someone.
No, no, don't go in. I'll be right there. Bye, Guido.
-I have to go. -What are you going to do?
It's private. You don't need me here anyway. Look into the judges.
Maybe something turns up.
And I'm going to need you.
Your partner may become jealous.
No reason to be jealous, partner.
We're doing everything to catch the suspect.
I hope so. So I can sue him.
It may be better if you didn't talk to the press. Just say, "no comment."
Thanks for the advice.
Mr Verhaeghe?
Apparently, there's a madman who doesn't appreciate me mowing my lawn on a Sunday.
We don't know who it is, but I'm not afraid of him.
-You're right. -I told you.
-Will you talk to her? -If she wants to.
She wouldn't dare say no to you.
-To a loser in a wheelchair, you mean? -A loser?
I very much doubt that.
Sara?
Sara, I know you're in there. Mum's bike is here. Come on.
-Fuck. -And I heard you!
-Double fuck, then. -Can you cut that out, please?
Come on!
Do you have to sort things again?
-I'm not going home. -Who says I'm going home?
I've come to do some work. My overall is in here. Come.
I don't feel like talking.
Fine. I was looking for someone to be quiet with.
Beer?
Tear gas judge Versluys
My life is shit.
Imagine being in a wheelchair. That's shit.
You don't understand me either.
You think your father doesn't give you enough money.
You think your mother doesn't give you enough freedom.
You're angry with your mum's boyfriend because you're in his shadow.
I wish it was only that.
You want to keep studying, but you don't know what.
You want to work, but you can't find a job you like.
You want money, but you don't know how to get it.
And you probably want a hot boyfriend too,
more sunshine, lose some weight.
But otherwise, everything is okay, right?
You're hungry, aren't you? I can tell.
So... I suggest you and I go out to eat.
Don't get too excited.
I'm only talking about chips,
not a romantic dinner and steaming hot sex after.
Or Japanese, if you prefer. It doesn't have to be fried.
But you have to eat, or else...
If you don't eat, you die. You know that, don't you?
What are you doing?
The judges are a dead end, so I was thinking the lawyers...
-Fuck. -What?
What the fuck.
Right. I'm afraid I have to go to the office.
Sara asked if I could stay a little longer. I'll take a cab home.
I think your daughter needs you.
Thanks.
Get out of here.
Sorry, Dad.
Come here, you.
I know I've ruined everything.
But I'm not addicted.
I'm just going mad at home. With Mum and Alex.
Do you want to stay here for a bit?
Could I?
If you call Mum and tell her you're here. Alright?
Okay.
Thanks, Dad.
Go on. It's alright.
-Is that her car? -Yes.
-The only car? -Yes.
Nothing.
Fuck. It doesn't add up.
I think you're right. But it's too late now. Tomorrow is Sunday.
I'm going back to the office. Something may come in.
-The whole night? -I can't sleep now anyway.