13 COMMANDMENTS
A pocket torch. Bloody hell.
He's shot dead an innocent man because of a stupid pocket torch.
It was pitch-black.
This is just what we need right now.
Look at that, goddammit.
-Forget about that, mate. -What about freedom of the press?
Freedom of the press, my ass. Take your camera elsewhere.
-Leave off. -Hey! Was I not clear?
Take one photo and you'll take a ride with him. Got it?
What do you say, Man Ray? Are you going home now?
-Yes. -Yes? Here you go.
-Dickhead. -I heard that. Longbeard.
Yes?
Hello?
Vicky?
Vicky. Wait. Vicky.
I fell asleep.
-Go back to sleep. -I have to go home.
No, no. You can stay.
-He died on the spot. -We saw Serge yesterday with his mum.
The press will have a field day.
The press? You again with the press? Give it a rest.
-How's Marnix? -Not great. What do you expect?
Shooting at Alegria nursing home One dead
What was Serge doing there in the middle of the night?
They've found Oxycodone and Fentanyl in his pockets, from the home's pharmacy.
Apparently, he had a habit.
-What will happen to Marnix? -They're investigating it.
-Was he at fault? -At fault...
He was very nervous. It was his first real intervention after all.
That's no excuse.
So we've got a dead body that's unrelated to the case.
That's what happens when you put a novice in the wrong place.
I suggest you focus on Moses.
Professional Standards will deal with Marnix.
We've got a commandment about honouring your parents,
a nursing home where a video was posted online
and where the wires of the surveillance cameras were cut. Those are the facts.
Go from there. My career isn't the only one on the line here.
Why do you even care? You're leaving next year anyway.
What's that got to do with it?
His life will look very different from now on.
I know.
I hope she's demented enough not to realize Serge has died.
That's tough.
You think? I wouldn't be so sure.
My mother became so demented she didn't care about anything anymore.
Not about my wife leaving me, or my father turning ill.
-It's a luxury, really. -That was your "bad year".
My what?
You got divorced and you lost both your parents in one year, isn't it?
How do you know that?
-I heard. -Oh right. Paulien, of course.
Are Degraeve Estate Agents family of yours?
Yes.
My daughter is looking for a cheap flat. If you could find out...
I don't speak to them.
-What? So she knows already? -Yes.
I told her. I didn't want her to find out from someone else.
And?
We gave her a sedative. She's praying in the chapel with Roelof.
Our Father, who art in heaven. Hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give...
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.
No, it was Simon.
I think it was, anyway.
We were doing surveillance after dark, so...
Yes, Simon said he saw movement.
I looked and I immediately knew that man didn't belong there.
Stop! Police!
Fuck.
Both of us went in pursuit.
We split up in different directions.
-A private Mass? -Is that so unusual?
For some people one Mass a week isn't enough.
People feel lonely in here. I try to show God is always there for them.
Are you speaking from experience?
I was...
brought low...
...and He saved me. Psalm 16, verse... 6.
Yes. And did he save you from that staff meeting the day before yesterday?
God had little to do with that.
I walked out of that meeting because I didn't feel like hearing the bullshit
about making cuts. We're working with people here.
Did you put Sophie Vandekerckhove's video on YouTube?
No.
-How would I have got my hands on that? -Maybe you made it.
I wish.
At least Moses has the courage to react.
-To react? -Look around you.
Filth.
Cancer. Porn.
Loneliness.
Stinginess. And everyone is just standing idly by.
-Except for Moses. -Yes.
-Moses takes action. -Sure.
He burns people, cuts out tongues, mutilates.
Is that making the world a better place?
It's important to open the eyes of the world.
I believe Moses has only punished people who truly deserved it.
Roelof?
Sorry to disturb.
-Have you got time to pray with me? -Sure.
I'll be right there.
-So you saw the first shot being fired? -Yes.
I was practically standing next to him.
Right.
Yes.
Carry on.
What should I say?
What do you think?
Marnix fired a warning shot, yes.
Fuck.
A pocket torch.
It was dark. It could've looked like a weapon.
And couldn't or shouldn't Marnix have seen that?
Like I said, it was dark.
Marnix had his back turned to the victim, and in a split-second decision...
Okay... it was the wrong decision. But it wasn't ill-intentioned.
Right.
So it was kind of a panic reaction, wasn't it?
No one can stay calm under those circumstances.
-I understand. -You can't.
-I understand that. -Alright then.
I understand, but...
We spoke to a resident at the nursing home.
They counted about a minute between the first and the second shot.
-A minute? -At least.
Impossible. It was ten or fifteen seconds at most.
Listen, Simon,
I used to work for the drugs squad, and this sort of incident is...
What I mean is, I understand you want to protect your colleague.
But if you're going to lie...
You know the consequences?
Why would I lie?
You tell me.
I have nothing else to say.
Okay?
And?
Leave me alone, asshole.
It's not forbidden to conduct private Masses.
-Strange character, that Roelof. -You don't say.
But he's got an alibi. Work, charity work, more charity work.
-He's holier than thou. -But he's not Moses.
I've called back the surveillance team. Too much overtime.
Local police will patrol the area.
-Moses is up to something. -We can't be sure.
Even so, we're keeping an eye on it.
Liesbet will go mad if she finds out we're here.
We can do what we want in our own time. Do you mind being here?
It's not like I've got anything else to do.
-Have you got such a boring life? -Are you starting as well?
Oh, excuse me.
I thought, you're a young woman. You must have loads of stories.
Don't you have to go out for drinks with your girlfriends?
Or to the movies? With your boyfriend?
To the movies? Do people still do that?
I don't have a boyfriend.
That's easy.
And I don't play volleyball.
What was that?
-Look, look! -He's here. Go and check inside.
-Shouldn't we stay together? -No.
Stay calm.
What's happened?
The sprinklers came on without the fire alarm.
-Where's the mains tap? -Downstairs in the cellar.
Honour thy father and thy mother
You were right.
A flood.
-It doesn't get more Biblical than that. -He's achieved one of his goals.
The children will have to take care of their parents again.
And that's the other: the world will know about it.
Have they mentioned Moses yet?
I don't think they've made the connection.
Okay. The less attention that madman gets, the better.
But... I'm afraid...
I think this is Moses' doing.
It proves that Moses is not the monster you make him out to be.
It shows he wants to bring people together again,
in a world of respect, mutual trust...
I have an experienced team on it,
so I am confidently awaiting the results of the investigation.
Dad, you're a celeb. You were on the news.
How was the house-hunt?
-Bad. -Feet down, please.
I can't find anything in my budget.
Only student rooms, but the landlords are profiteers.
I can't fucking keep looking forever.
So you'll stay at your fucking mum's then?
No, I just need to increase my budget.
I will have to work more and give up on the yoga,
even though that's going so well.
Alex wants to help.
-With looking? -With paying.
He just wants me out of the house.
He can stick his money where the sun don't shine. I don't want it.
How much do you need?
200. If I don't want to live in a mouldy dump.
I can try and help.
Really?
That's sweet.
-But you need to guarantee that... -Sure. 200, right? Okay, 200.
-Good morning. Take a seat. -Thank you.
Simon?
Is that better, grandpa?
-Are you okay, Simon? -Yes, I'm alright.
-How did it go with the PSU? -Great.
What did you tell them?
I answered their questions.
Did you lie?
-Is this another questioning or what? -Sorry.
I did what anyone would do for a colleague.
Okay, the case will more than likely be dropped. Legitimate self-defence.
-So they believed you? -Believed me? I told them the truth.
I felt threatened, so... I shot him.
So no suspension?
No, just desk work till the judgment is delivered.
Right. What's the next commandment?
Thou shalt not kill.
-What the fuck. -Mind your language, Vicky.
Look at this.
Simon?
Come and have a look.
Moses has sent this to all editorial offices.
It's about a neighbourhood quarrel.
Something doesn't add up. It feels like a diversion.
Could be. Who do we talk to first?
I don't want to waste time. I'll do the B&B, you speak to the neighbour?
Alright.
Could I have your attention, please?
I have to congratulate you on your quick turnout.
We have no reason to assume the email that was sent to your offices was real.
It is simply a neighbourhood row.
-So there's not much to see here. -Is this Moses' doing?
Excuse me.
Are you familiar with Moses' work?
Yes.
I've heard about it on the news. Something about the Ten Commandments.
This man or woman has sent an email to the press
with an article about your row with your neighbour.
I didn't kill that dog. I know that asshole next door likes to proclaim I did,
but I swear I didn't touch that mutt.
Look... Whenever that dog would see my son, he would bark.
And whenever my son would see that dog, he would start screaming.
There's only one person who kept moaning about Pluto.
Till I found him dead on my drive.
-And you requested an autopsy? -No, I didn't think of that.
-I was devastated. -And still, you accuse your neighbour.
I didn't. I told that reporter my dog died
and I wouldn't be surprised if my neighbour had poisoned him.
So you filed a complaint three weeks ago.
I filed a complaint, yes. I didn't kill him.
Klaasje.
Klaasje, he's gone now.
Do you hear that kid? Apparently my dog makes him do that.
It hasn't stopped, though.
-Not too bad, is it? -Do you think so?
Why don't you come back in summer when he's out in the garden all day?
Keeping him inside is too much to ask.
It drives my guests crazy.
Sir, I would like you to come with me. Come.
Come on.
-Is Moses behind this? -How's the investigation going?
No, no. You're all wasting your time, just like I am.
-Is Moses more than one person? -I've been asked not to comment.
What do you think of Moses?
What I think of that so-called Moses? Personally, I think Moses is a coward.
If he really wants to change the world,
he should stop these foolish games and make himself known.
Why don't you show us how tough you are, Mr Moses?
-Is that enough for you? Thank you. -One more comment...
How's the investigation going? Madam Commissioner, please?
Get on with it. Open your mouth.
Say what's on your mind and find a solution.
Stop acting like children. The world is childish enough as it is.
Let's go, Vicky.
Why don't you show me how tough you are, Mr Moses?
Provoking Moses on TV?
He's playing games. I'm playing along.
The investigating judge doesn't like games.
But he likes results, doesn't he?
-How is that going to get us results? -Maybe he will become angry.
And make mistakes.
In future, you should consult with me first.
I did it in the spur of the moment. But you've got a point. Okay, okay.
You can do desk work till you retire, if you want.
It can be arranged.
I'll put the area under surveillance.
There's not much point, I think. That tip was probably false.
Based on?
I'm arranging surveillance.
Vicky.
How did you know where I lived?
The internet. There aren't that many bronze founders called Felix.
Clever.
Come in.
-Everything alright? -Yes.
-I'm just finishing something off. -Yes, of course.
Our encounter yesterday...
That wasn't a coincidence.
I know.
There's no such thing as coincidences.
If we met each other yesterday, it was because we were meant to.
Coincidence doesn't exist.
Sad?
Oh well...
I like men who are sad.
-And you don't have any staff? -Staff? No.
If something goes wrong, it's my fault.
Can a lot go wrong?
Yes. But in that case, you just start over.
Sometimes you can't.
How do you mean?
You learn from your mistakes.
Sure. But still...
Everyone can make mistakes but you? Are you the exception?
-Maybe I am. -You shouldn't think like that.
You're saying you're not good enough and you're less than others.
You're not, are you?
Right?
I have to go.
Bye.
Bye, Vicky.
You're Peter, aren't you?
-Yes. -My daughter talked about you.
I'm not one to apologize and say sorry, but...
She said you helped her a lot with her homework.
-I shouldn't have barked at you last time. -No.
-Maybe not. -She thinks you're cool.
-I wouldn't call myself... -And your daughter is too.
Okay.
I'll tell her.
I will have more time now to help her with her homework.
Those losers have fired me.
My kid was as sick as a dog. Should I have left her home alone?
I will probably find a new job soon, I suppose.
If I can help you out, just...
That email about the neighbourhood row is in all the papers.
Yes. And it was sent from an internet café in the centre of town.
An internet café? A dodgy call shop, more like.
The owner will never tell us who's been there.
What about the search history on the computers?
Yes, good idea.
We should've thought of that earlier.
Excuse me.
-Here you are. -Thank you.
That was in our letterbox this morning.
-It made my stomach turn. -I understand.
He didn't exactly mince his words.
He's as frustrated as they get.
But you had a chat, didn't you? Where did that get you?
Where did that get us? Some people don't want to reconcile.
You can't really talk to Bert. He prefers...
...shouting and yelling.
-So? -It's even worse than before.
"The noise of your retard is getting on everyone's nerves."
Jesus Christ. Don't they get fed up with themselves?
-Thank you. -There you go.
She's crazy.
She posted that letter on Facebook. Saying I wrote it.
-I swear, I didn't write that letter. -It's not a very polite letter.
I didn't write it. Reporters are harassing me over the phone.
Is there no other news in the world?
I can't find anything at first glance, but we'll take it with us.
-Do you have to? My accounts are on there. -You should make back-ups.
What if Moses thinks I wrote that letter?
What if he thinks I should pay for that?
I wouldn't assume that. A word of advice, talk to the press.
Tell them your side of the story. Or you'll remain guilty.
That's it?
My son's life was threatened and he gets all the attention.
You can tell your side of the story, can't you?
About that letter.
Did you write it yourself?
Any more accusations?
Killing a dog, writing threatening letters to myself?
We have to investigate all possibilities.
We will have to take your laptop and your printer.
If you say so.
People don't realize...
...how fed up you get.
I can't cope anymore.
I'm having him put into a care home.
It will be better for everyone.
Yes, Simon?
Oh right. The internet café.
Okay.
We won't need your computer after all. We've got a name.
Okay.
Sorry to disturb.
Take courage.
No door.
That way.
-Good evening. -Good evening.
Peter Devriendt and Vicky Degraeve from the Criminal Police.
We have to have a word, sir.
They've been at each other's throats for years.
So you thought you should intervene?
I wanted to support Moses. To show he may have a point.
But I didn't think it would have such an impact.
That turned out to be nothing. He's just an admirer.
And a loser. And a nag. And a copycat.
The more I try to minimize it, the bigger it gets.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's official.
Marnix Santermans has been cleared.
Legitimate self-defence.
He'll get his service gun back and he's cleared of all blame.
Cleared of all blame.
We should drink to that. Right?
My treat.
Come on. It's Friday night. We can have a lie-in tomorrow. Simon?
You killed someone, Marnix.
Hello?
He was in our studio recently and now we've got him on the phone,
theologist Jos Schatteman. Mr Schatteman, after today's events,
how do you explain Moses' growing popularity?
Well, Moses was first seen as a criminal.
But after his stunt at the nursing home and his reaction to intolerance today,
people are realizing he's got a clear mission.
And that mission is now gaining approval.
So much so, that copycats have arisen.
People who want to solve neighbourhood rows in his name.
That means the themes and sensitivities of Moses' world view are going strong.
We live in a world where we send our elderly to nursing homes..
Els: Doing anything tonight?
...where mothers write horrible letters about their sons
to put their neighbours in a bad light.
I believe it's time to reflect.
Once again, I don't approve of Moses' methods,
but I can imagine people would support him.
People who think it's time the world became a place
where we no longer pretend. Where we really listen to each other.
Where dignity and integrity become important again.
They think someone like Moses could be able to make the world
a little more bearable and warmer.