13 COMMANDMENTS
Oh my.
Sorry.
I was...
-Sleeping. -I told you, dear.
You should have gone to bed.
Do you ever eat?
Sure. In the evening.
-If I'm hungry. -Is that some sort of self-punishment?
People like that exist, you know.
They want to punish themselves out of guilt.
What are you saying?
Your mother's accident. Do you feel guilty about it?
It was an accident.
But it does stick with you, yes.
Peter Devriendt.
Okay. Send it.
The lawyer has switched on her phone. Ten minutes ago. They've traced it.
Shouldn't we ring Liesbet?
Come on. Get in.
Straight on from here.
-Fuck. -Yes, let it all out.
I know where we're going. The deconsecrated church.
It's no longer in use.
-RTSD. -Remember the sabbath day.
Fortunately she was sedated.
Yes, fortunately. A tattoo on your forehead isn't so bad
if you didn't feel it being put there. Congrats, Vicky, you've found a bloke.
-Why did they tattoo the piglet? -To practise, I suppose.
Why wasn't I informed?
Commissioner, it's Sunday morning. We thought you'd have better things to do.
No, no. We had to act fast. He led us here with his iPhone.
-But he was long gone. -Even so. You should have rung me.
-Yes... -How's her condition?
Very good. I would advise her to get a fringe though, so she can...
They've found a tire mark by the side entrance.
A heavy motorbike?
We passed him.
Fuck.
Keep me posted.
No significant traces were found inside the church.
We've got no leads whatsoever.
Maybe he has stopped.
Do you really believe that?
There was no tip-off or a text or an email.
There are ten commandments. Not three, there are ten.
Simon, is that really necessary? Marnix is only offering ideas.
Yeah, give it a rest. Jesus.
"Remember the sabbath day." Look at us, working on a Sunday.
Tire marks of a motorbike, and Pentothal was used as a sedative again.
Here you go.
I've tried to create a suspect profile.
-Marnix... -What?
This is you.
Seriously.
Religious. Intelligent. Well-read. Look. Single.
-Simon! -Frustrated.
That's enough!
Can't we have a laugh? For God's sake.
They've created a fan page for Moses.
-On Facebook. -That's not a bad thing.
-He may post something on there. -Or she.
There's no indication it's a man.
Maybe you should expand the suspect profile.
Is he left- or right-handed? Eye colour? Shoe size?
-They're not on here. -Simon, go and smoke a fag outside.
Why?
I mean it.
Jesus.
Are we in nursery or what?
It may be a good idea to try and think about his next move.
Honour thy father and thy mother.
Fuck.
Maybe we should go in through A&E?
-Or we throw them a bone. -I don't think Liesbet...
Council Vandekerckhove has just had a terrible and traumatic experience.
What she needs now, is rest.
So... you didn't see or recognize anyone?
No.
The doctor's report says you were sedated.
Probably.
Do you remember anything from when you were awake?
I had a bag over my head.
And my hands were tied.
I was given water now and then.
I felt a prick in my neck. That was probably the sedative.
What about his voice? Did he say anything?
I don't even know if it was a "he".
I heard a motorbike.
And there was a smell of garlic.
I did notice that.
Council Vandekerckhove has just had a terrible and traumatic experience.
What she needs now, is rest.
She hasn't given her statement yet.
And in the interest of the investigation,
we can't reveal much more information at present.
We urge you to respect her privacy.
Top lawyer Sofie Vandekerckhove was almost certainly kidnapped
by the suspect who calls himself Mose
Not very smart, Moses.
Yes, Paulien? I'm at volleyball, you know.
Affluence undermines our belief in values.
Time for renewal.
It has been viewed over 3,000 times in a few hours' time.
Are people so bored that they have to watch that?
We can't all play volleyball, like you.
You said you had good news.
Moses has been very sloppy this afternoon.
Up until now, he has always used Tor, an anonymous network.
Great if you want to traffic weapons or drugs, or underage slave girls.
Or if you want to send emails anonymously.
-And he didn't use it this time? -No. He didn't.
I think he was visiting his gran. Or his gran could be an accomplice.
Very stupid, Moses.
-I don't get it. -Look.
Alegria? A nursing home.
-How long has that video been online? -Since this afternoon. Ten past four.
It's not that stupid.
I doubt we're going to find Moses' gran at Alegria.
Honour thy father and thy mother? The location is a hint.
I think.
And this is a hint from Uncle Peter.
Try and put yourself in the suspect's mind from time to time.
Don't stay there too long. We need you here.
-Thanks, dear. -You're welcome, dear.
Peter Devriendt.
Hi, Els.
No. No problem. I'm still up.
No, I can't tomorrow.
But I can give you a ring if I'm available one evening, or you can ring me.
Oh, I think... Yes, I have to go now. We'll speak soon. Bye.
-Not your strongpoint, is it? -What?
"I can give you a ring when I'm available"?
Sounds like you're not interested.
-Mrs Van Looverenbos. -Call me Emmy. Hello.
-Thank you for coming so soon. -It's a pleasure.
-Is there a problem? -Not really.
We would like to ask you a few questions regarding our investigation.
Okay.
Have you noticed anything suspicious in the past couple of days?
-No. Not really. -Have you got surveillance cameras?
Yes. Well... We had, until the day before yesterday.
They've been out of order for two days. It's not that unusual.
The infrastructure isn't...
I probably don't have to tell you. State funding, right?
-Shall we go in? -Sure.
-Could we have a look around? -Of course.
Hello.
These are our offices.
Excuse me. I have to ask you not to touch anything.
The forensics team is on its way to check the office.
Oh dear.
Do you know who was working here around 4 pm today?
No one.
We had a staff meeting from 3 till 5. Everyone was in the meeting room.
-What about cleaning ladies or handymen? -Not that I know of.
-And this door was locked the entire time? -No.
But why... what have we got to do with Moses? Why here?
Because Moses wants us to come here. That's all.
Any residents who don't get on with their children?
-Who don't get many visitors? -Forensics are here.
Sure, there are always people who don't get a lot of visitors
or haven't got any family. We try to give them extra support.
Of course.
Could you provide a list of all the residents and their children?
Those details are confidential.
Listen, we can look for that list ourselves,
but it would be quicker and less complicated if you helped us.
Okay. No problem.
And it would be convenient if you marked
the residents who don't get a lot of visitors.
You can email me. Here you are.
Yes. Okay.
-That was Liesbet. -What does she say?
Ward and Katrien will come and surveil the area.
I'd be surprised if anything happened here tonight.
-Shouldn't we stay a bit longer? -And sing lullabies to the residents?
Forensics are working on it. Our colleagues will surveil the area.
You have to get some sleep.
-What did Forensics say? -Not much.
The wires on the surveillance cameras were cut.
-No fingerprints in the office? -Nothing.
I thought so. Come on, let's go.
Here. Children who neglect their parents who don't visit or don't pay the bills.
-Get on the phone. -Yes, boss.
We're going to the first address.
He's right-handed. I've had it looked Moses is right-handed.
-Good work, Marnix. Put it on the board. -Yes.
I want to apologize.
Simon?
For that ugly cardigan you're wearing?
No. Because Liesbet kicked you out.
Out of the briefing?
-Sorry. -That wasn't down to you.
Yes... Sorry. Okay?
Can you explain to me how someone like you
ends up working for the police?
-That's not important. -Go on.
-No. -Go on.
Cut it out.
Go on.
Because I was forced to. By my dad.
-Pathetic, right? -Well...
Time for renewal and change. That's Moses' mission statement.
That's what he, or she, represents and wants to fight for.
I believe Moses is idealistic and conservative.
Someone who is nostalgic of the past,
when traditional norms and values had meaning.
Could you venture a guess how old he might be?
That's a question for the investigators. If you asked me directly,
I would say he's in his fifties or sixties, not in his thirties.
Someone of my generation. Someone who quite rightly believes
-that things were better in the old days. -Do you think he's working alone...
...or could it be a sect?
That's another question for the police, but I don't think it's a sect.
They usually work as a collective.
This looks like the work of a man who is naive and desperate enough
to want to make the world a better place.
-Schatteman is a fan of Moses. -He just wants attention.
To be fair,
I understand why some people don't visit their parents every week.
-If they don't get along... -You should look after your parents.
They looked after you their whole lives, so...
-Are your parents still alive? -No.
He hasn't been in touch for months.
No visits, no phone calls, no birthday card, nothing.
He could make more of an effort.
Looks like no one's home.
Hang on.
Oh dear.
Hello?
Mr Vansteene?
Fuck.
Yes. I thought so.
He's been dead for nearly a year.
Jesus Christ.
And going by his mail, no one's been missing him.
So he's violated the Fifth Commandment himself.
Who?
Moses.
No, the coroner says it was natural causes.
This is impossible to surveil with two cops.
Yes.
Mum! Calm down!
Mum, Mum? Take it easy. The lady's only trying her best.
She doesn't understand you. She only speaks Spanish.
And she works for half our wage. Then again...
-No Flemish person wants to do this job. -What about you?
-No, I don't want it. -I love my job.
She's at it again.
The lady's trying hard, but...
-She hasn't had her meds yet. -I'll go and ask Carine.
No, I don't want it. I don't.
All sons should be like Serge.
He's got a full-time job and three kids, but he visits his mum almost every day.
-Who have you come to see? -Roger Vansteene.
Let's see if he's here. Yes.
That's Roger.
I hope you get through to him, because lately he has been quite...
Alright.
Hello, Mr Vansteene.
Hello?
Mr Vansteene?
I'm afraid we have bad news for you.
Roger?
Your son has died, Roger.
-I'll order a drink. -Don't bother.
I want my residence permit.
As long as I don't get my documents, I'll keep working for you.
Is that what you were thinking?
I've found a better job.
Better paid.
I'm done working for you.
I'm quitting.
Bye-bye.
Hristo?
You'll get your permit.
I hope so, for your sake. And soon.
Whoa, real coffee.
Are you still enjoying it here?
I would enjoy it more if we made some progress.
-I need access to an old file. -Hence the coffee?
-What year? -2013.
-Month? -March.
-From here up to there. -Okay.
-Chronologically. -Thanks.
I can manage.
Okay.
You're right. This is the best carbonara in the world.
Whoa. Are you not feeling well? Have you got a temperature?
I feel fabulous. Your caravan did me the world of good.
Dad, I'm going to get my act together.
I want to move out.
I'm not going to stay with Mum and Alex. It drives me mad.
-Where will you go? -My own place.
I can start working at a friend's bar.
At a bar?
At night?
Don't worry.
You can trust me.
If you know someone who's got a cheap flat...
I'll get it.
-Are you Peter's girlfriend? -I'm his daughter.
Peter is having dinner.
Can you do maths?
-Times tables? -I think so.
I'm home alone and I can't do my homework.
-Do you want to come... -Yes.
Hello, Peter!
One times seven is seven. Two times seven is...
Fourteen. Three times seven is twenty-one.
-See? It's not that hard. -Yes, it is.
Four times seven is?
Thirty-five.
-No. -Thirty-eight?
-No. -You see? I'm rubbish at this.
Okay, hang on.
We'll make four groups of seven and then you count them.
That's four.
Now count them.
What?
Nothing.
Maybe you should get a job in education.
Miss Sara.
Miss Sara...
-That stinks, man. -Really?
-Come on. -I could...
What's that, Marnix?
-What? -What are you doing?
Come on.
Marnix...
If your dad hadn't forced you to become a cop,
-what would you have done? -I don't know.
Maybe... I would have become a cop anyway.
But now you've got the perfect excuse when things go wrong.
-It wasn't your choice. -Yes, there you go.
I'm a horrible colleague.
-But you are too. -Yes.
-Yes, I may be. -Do you think that doesn't smell?
No. At least I won't need a piss in a crucial moment, Marnix.
You're not that horrible. Your suspect profile...
I mean it. It makes sense.
Bloody hell. For God's sake, man.
Jesus Christ.
No.
Bingo.
My word...
-Stay here. -No, Simon.
Call for back-up and wait for my signal, okay?
I don't need to be put on a pedestal.
I'm happy if others can do their thing thanks to my work.
You're a giver.
-What about you? -Me, what?
What makes you happy?
Do you make those drawings for yourself or do you do commissions?
You're changing the subject.
I don't know, actually.
Riding my motorbike, maybe.
Or doing sports.
Maybe?
Maybe it's time to figure out what really makes you happy then.
Where did you get that?
-Is it old? -From when I was four.
I fell in the playground. Nothing serious.
-Another drink? -No. I have to go.
See you around.
Can I at least know your name?
-Vicky. -Vicky. Felix.
Go back inside, sir. Everything's alright. Thank you.
Hey!
Stop! Police! Bloody hell!
Marnix...
Fuck.