13 COMMANDMENTS
Don't exaggerate.
We've recorded his confession. We've got that at least.
Of course it's worth something. What does the examining magistrate say?
Yes...
-Where have you been? -Hang on. I'm off the case now, Vicky.
Bullshit. One word to Liesbet and you'll...
Not a word to Liesbet.
-I've only come for your sake. -He's in a coma.
Someone's put something into his drip and written this on his notes.
Is he Moses or not? We're at a loss.
Come on.
I'm not allowed to help, Vicky. I've dropped the ball too many times.
-Peeved off? -No idea.
Leave him be. We don't need him.
Hey... What are you still doing up?
Come on, Blue, you should be in bed. Get inside.
-Yes, yes. -Mike?
Mike, bloody hell, you know she has to go to bed on time! It's a school night!
Do I have to hold her hand? She's old enough.
She was sitting outside on her own! It's freezing.
-And that's my fault? -Yes!
I've fucking had it! Get lost!
Mike!
Sophie Vandekerckhove was there that evening.
If you mean an alibi, no, sorry, I don't have one.
But you have got a motive.
Really?
It's right there. On your forehead.
I would understand.
You're confronted with it every day.
It's not your fault. You didn't deserve it.
Ms Degraeve, I've witnessed a lot of police interviews. That won't work.
You have to admit it's not looking good for you.
-You had every reason to destroy Hristo. -Moses.
I have every reason to destroy Moses, not Hristo. Hristo is not Moses.
In his confession, he stated the opposite.
That was his idea. I gave him my full support.
But maybe I have to admit that with hindsight, it wasn't a good move.
Ms Vandekerckhove, you representing him is already deontologically irresponsible.
Now it turns out you've advised him to make false confessions?
That was a... a strategy.
What should he have done? No one believed him when he spoke the truth.
If he was treated as the main suspect, he would be safe.
He would be under police protection.
If Moses attacked again, he would have an alibi.
Yes, he has one now.
-Don't you have to work? -What do you think I'm doing?
It's important to have your own home, Sara,
especially for you. It will give you peace.
If there is one thing you need, it's peace.
Dad, I...
-I don't say it enough... -Alright.
Hands out of your pockets and help me.
-I don't have my hands in my pockets. -You must have forgotten then.
Thou shalt have no other gods before me. Ferhad Peres.
Let's hear it.
I kidnapped him.
-At what time? -4 pm. Between 4 and 5.
How did you kidnap him?
I hit him first, and then I sedated him with Pentothal.
I put him in my car.
-Where did you get the Pentothal? -The Holy Heart Hospital near here.
I took him to that bridge. I tied his wrists and ankles.
I set him alight and I extinguished the fire.
What time was that?
-You know that, don't you? -Tell me anyway.
I don't remember.
-It's all quite vague. -His story doesn't add up.
Ferhad was seen at half past five on the day of his kidnapping.
If it's any consolation, the hospital confirm
there are a few doses of Pentothal missing.
More than normal, so that may be right.
Because he did that. Stealing the Pentothal,
putting the jerrycan and the extinguisher in place.
He did all the small jobs, but the bigger work was Moses' doing.
That's what he said in his first statement.
Yes.
You have to believe me. I didn't hurt that man.
I just needed to keep an eye on him and know his whereabouts.
And I had to take a filled-up jerrycan and a fire extinguisher to that bridge.
I didn't know what they were for.
If I had known, I would have gone to the police, I swear.
Why didn't you go afterwards?
I daren't.
I needed the money.
-Okay, imagine this is the truth. -I think we can assume that.
Maybe he did more than he's claiming here.
Yes, but I think he really did what he says he did.
Abstain from words and deeds unclean
I'll see you soon. Yes.
I'm off.
-You're working after all? -Yes.
-Are you counting them? -Watch your mouth.
-I'm not obliged to be here, you know. -Just kidding.
You're a lifesaver. You do so much for me.
If I had to pay for all of this myself...
Whoa, the arrangement still stands.
You'll pay in monthly installments.
I'm sure you get tips at that bar of yours.
I've got a new job. As an au pair for a couple that works at NATO.
Sounds good.
-Thanks, Dad. -You're welcome.
Dad, are you and Mum back together?
What?
Why are you asking?
-I thought you were. -Why did you think that?
-Wishful thinking. -Did she say something to you?
No.
Shame, isn't it?
Yes...
-Bye. -Yes.
Abstain from words and deeds unclean
We know his drip was swapped.
That's how the benzodiazepine got into his blood.
But the chances of Hristo coming out of that coma, are very low.
Probably a futile question, but did anyone see anything?
We're still going through the camera footage.
We haven't got a result yet.
And we're checking for fingerprints.
A text from Paulien.
He's resurfaced.
Hello, Peter. He's waiting for you inside.
Petty criminal. He's getting everything off his chest.
-Do you think he's reliable? -You never know. But why lie?
Good afternoon.
Yes.
And who might you be?
Something about a kind old lady who was manhandled in her own home?
I know who did that.
Yes. I'm listening.
Do you think I'm just going to tell you?
You see, I want... a deal.
I give you a name, and you get me a sentence reduction.
No, no, that's not how it works, mate.
You give me a name, or...
you'll be treated as an accomplice. That's how it works.
Gino.
And what does Gino look like?
Hello, Gino.
Let's hear it. Where were you on Thursday night?
No. Never seen her before.
Do you know what the advantage is of being on the job for so long?
I can tell a lie from a mile off.
But rest assured, I'm not interested in you.
I've nicked plenty of riff-raff like you.
I want to know who set it up. That's who I want.
-I don't know anything about a set-up. -Come on, Gino.
You barely took off with anything at all.
And you went out of your way not to hurt that old lady.
I wouldn't call that a robbery. That was an act. It was staged.
Give me that name, and you can walk out of here without a care in the world.
Okay?
You don't have a leg to stand on.
-Have you got him yet? -Who?
-The guy who went after Moses. -He's not Moses.
-Right. Frankly speaking... -You thought so. I know.
Yes.
-But Moses may have gone after Hristo... -Looks like it.
He's resurfaced.
Paulien received an email with a newspaper article dating three years ago.
One Rozemarijn V jumped in front of a train.
-That's all we've got to go on. -And what have you found out?
She was called Rozemarijn Vlaeminckx.
Born 25th September 1978. Studied philosophy.
Worked for a charity organisation helping the poor. Unmarried, no children.
A history of psychological care.
That's it. We've come to a dead end.
-What commandment have you got to? -Abstain from words and deeds unclean.
-Does she have a criminal record? -No.
-And you're sure it was a suicide? -I checked it. Witnesses saw her jump.
I bet Tony is sifting through police records as we speak.
Nowadays, we use search terms and computers.
That is, if everything was digitalised.
There's a suspicious amount of boxes with files in the attic.
Thanks.
-Keep your fingers crossed for me. -I will.
-Do you want to come? -No.
I have to write up some reports. I'd like to be home early tonight.
Come on, guys. Let's leave it at that for today.
We'll pick it up tomorrow. A few hours won't make the difference.
You don't know that. They might do.
-Did something happen? -No, no.
No, I had a change of mind. I thought... Sorry.
-But you came after all. -Yes...
Mr Jos Schatteman Indecent assault
Good morning. You are always welcome, but...
I have little more to say about Moses.
-We're not here about Moses. -We're here for you, Mr Schatteman.
37-year-old woman jumps in front of train
-Why are you showing me this? -Do you know who this is about?
One Rozemarijn V.
-Do you know a Rozemarijn V? -Not immediately.
Does the name Rozemarijn Vlaeminckx ring a bell?
I don't think so.
What about this girl?
-No. I don't think so. -Think harder.
-She may have been in my lectures. -That's right.
-Anything else spring to mind? -No.
-We've looked in our records... -Hang on.
Is she the one that filed that complaint? Can I have another look?
Yes. I think it is her.
-It's such a long time ago. -Eighteen years.
Exactly. That's why I didn't recognize her.
-Was there any truth to that complaint? -Of course not.
She withdrew it shortly after.
She was mentally unstable.
"We had a bit too much to drink. But when he started making a pass at me,
-I clearly said no. Repeatedly." -There was a witness.
Veerle De Keyser?
Who happened to be good friends with her.
I don't know what they were plotting, but apparently they got second thoughts.
Thankfully, or I would have lost my job.
It happened at the time of the Dutroux affair.
Every day, there was a girl accusing someone of rape.
I don't understand why you're bothering me with this now.
You said it yourself, it's 18 years ago.
This article was emailed to us yesterday.
And it was probably sent by Moses.
Moses...
You've got Moses, haven't you? He confessed.
I would like you to have a think about the past few days.
Have you noticed anything suspicious
that might suggest Moses is targeting you?
I really mean it.
You don't have to. You'll end up feeling miserable.
I felt miserable last year, too. I can handle it.
You've changed a lot in a short space of time.
You look better, too.
Except for that beard.
I feel better, too.
I used to get angry when you said I should be around more for you,
and for Sara. I got angry because I knew you had a point.
I went back to work thinking...
...I wouldn't let that happen again. And how long has it been?
-Two months, three months? -Eleven weeks.
You see?
-And it's back like it was before. -So what are you going to do?
-Wait for your retirement? -Early retirement.
Eh?
If you are up for that, of course.
Mr Vice-Chancellor?
What Facebook lark? What's happening on Facebook?
I don't have a Facebook account. I don't even know how it works.
There were three of us. Schatteman, Rozemarijn and I.
I believe...
...we were at a reception first and he promised to get us some coke.
I noticed he was feeling up Rozemarijn, but...
...I didn't think she minded. Not at first.
So I let them be. I was so young. What did I know?
Why do you now think she wasn't comfortable with it?
Because she started saying no.
First she said it playfully, probably thinking he would stop immediately.
But she kept saying no. And she started saying it louder.
I was drunk and stoned. I know it's no excuse.
Maybe that's why I walked away.
Did you go and find help?
No. I never spoke to Rozemarijn again after that.
I steered clear of her. And she steered clear of me.
But what exactly did you see?
With all due respect, this all sounds very unspecific.
He grabbed her,
he pulled her pants down,
and he was unzipping his trousers. Is that specific enough for you?
Your Facebook post this morning caused quite a stir.
Yes, rightly so.
I can't stand people getting away with things just because they're on TV.
Veerle, this happened eighteen years ago.
Why today? Why did you post that on Facebook today of all days?
Because...
Look...
I didn't know she had killed herself.
I hoped she had put it behind her and she had moved on with her life.
I always thought we would get a chance to talk about it one day.
How did you find out she killed herself?
This letter was in the post this morning.
I don't know who put it there.
Did you email this to the police yesterday?
I only got it this morning.
-Is this him? -What do you think?
Could it be him? Have a good look. Have you seen that lad before?
-No. -Why are you taking all these books, Mum?
Pack them up.
You'll have to throw some out. I don't have that many boxes.
-You've sold the house after all? -Yes...
My friend has been begging me for ages to join her.
She's in a nursing home. She's well taken care of, so...
It's not safe here for someone of my age.
-Did you get a good offer for it? -I've been getting good offers for ages.
They're building a new development. My house is in the way.
And who's the lucky one?
-The buyer, you mean? -Yes.
Hang on. What's his...
Alain, what's the estate agent's name? Degroof?
-Degraeve? -Degraeve? Georges Degraeve.
-Yes, that's it. -Degraeve Estate Agents.
He's been trying to convince me for over a year now
and his offer's increasing every time.
Well...
This is a new chapter for your mum.
It must be hard for you.
To realize your parents can't cope on their own anymore.
I suppose. She's had a good life. She should thank her lucky stars.
-Did you grow up here? -Uh-huh.
Don't you want to live here yourself?
With the money we're getting for it, we could buy three such houses.
Oh right.
We?
I mean, my mother.
How long have you known about the estate agent's offer?
-I don't have to answer that. -No, that's true.
You're not obliged to answer that.
Alright then.
Oh, I was wondering. Maybe I should've asked you.
Whether you know him.
-Who? -Gino.
No. I don't know a Gino.
-What does it mean if her eyes are open? -They don't know yet.
It could be a reflex. They're still looking into it.
All we can do now, is wait.
Mum.
These are obviously false accusations by...
Oh well... by a mentally unstable woman who is seeking attention.
Are you still running for Vice-Chancellor?
I have been asked to withdraw my candidacy
till the lies have been disproved. I have complied with deep regret,
because I don't want to put this glorious university in a bad light.
You are still lecturing. Aren't your students...
Moses.
I think so too, but... Apparently, my opinion doesn't count anymore.
Whoa. Tony?
He's upstairs. He'll solve it all on his own.
Interrogation room?
-Yes, please. -Let's go.
From: anonymous Filthy rapist
No!
I knew it was you.
The saintly Jos Schatteman.
You were gone for a whole year.
I was looking forward to you coming back.
You sound like I've disappointed you.
You have. I see you walking around and I think, "Is this it?"
What are you trying to say?
I don't know. Seeing you here, makes it all a little...
...more painful, I guess.
I... I see you at work. You're in your element. You go into the field.
You're doing what you're meant to do. What I'm meant to do, too, but...
-Paulien... -No, let me have a rant.
I can't always be Little Miss Sunshine. I'm fed up with it.
Those days when we used to work in the field together,
those were, for me at least...
Everyone has a period in their lives of which they can say...
"That's when I was happy."
Really happy.
I had the job I liked and I was what I was meant to be.
Don't you think you're glamourizing those years a bit?
Just leave me be, okay?
-I was going mad by the end. -Because of me?
Of course not.
No, because of everything else.
What did we actually achieve?
I worked myself into the ground.
I destroyed my family in the process.
And what for?
-Making the world a better place? -Come off it.
We might arrest a poor beggar now and then,
but we won't make the world a better place.
Not by being a cop. The biggest bastards always get away.
Okay, but thanks to us, there are a few less bastards out there.
I think you're a hero.
No, that's not true. I think we are heroes.
I'm not a hero, Paulien.
I'm a bastard myself.
-Peter, that's not true. -It is.
I lied, Paulien.
What about?
Mr Devriendt, I...
...I would like to talk to you.
Am I going to be arrested?
Your crime has lapsed. We can't do anything.
You're not just sending me home, are you?
You don't get it.
I am guilty.
I violated that commandment.
That lunatic is targeting me. I can feel it. My life is in danger.
If by lunatic you mean Moses, why do you think he's behind this?
Because I...
When I went into the auditorium yesterday,
someone had written on the blackboard, and it said,
"Abstain from words and deeds unclean."
Hang on, hang on. This morning, you said...
I know what I said this morning.
I kept silent about it.
We can't leave him on his own right now. We have to inform Liesbet.
Liesbet is overrun with stress today.
She's not in a right state to make decisions.
I will put him in a hotel and I'll stay with him.
Come on, Peter. No one's here. Vicky is with her mum.
Shall I come and relieve you? In about four hours' time?
-Are you up for that? -No problem.
Mr Schatteman, I think it would be best if you called it a day.
The Vice-Chancellor rang me up.
He saw her on TV, he said.
On Facebook in the morning, in a talk show by nighttime.
That's the world we live in.
Everything is fleeting, and... superficial.
-Mr Schatteman... -I'm finished.
Go to bed now.
Sure.
I'll go to bed, yes.
-Alright? -Are you coming in?
Does he know who I am?
Isn't that... awkward?
No. Come.
-Hey. -And?
Nothing out of the ordinary. He's sleeping it off.
-Sleeping it off? -He hit the booze.
I'll take him to the station in the morning.
Alright. Thanks.
-Yes. -Have fun.
Mr Schatteman?