13 COMMANDMENTS
-No commandment this time? -No.
But another dead body.
"Thou shalt not kill." That's a very loose interpretation.
No, no. Moses didn't slash his wrists. He did that himself.
What are you even doing here? You're off the case.
This was my decision, Liesbet.
I put Schatteman in a hotel.
Peter offered to help, that's all.
I want to see you both in my office tomorrow.
How do you know my daughter?
From...
From the pub. Yeah.
The pub?
Didn't you used to drive a pickup truck?
A pickup truck?
I'm going to ask you one more time.
How do you know my daughter?
-And? -Still nothing.
Don't you want to sleep for a bit, Dad?
No, thanks.
Suicide
Abstain from words and deeds unclean On blackboard in auditorium
-Good afternoon. A parcel for Mr Moreels. -Yes, he's in.
There you go.
-Yes, thank you. There you go. Bye. -Thank you.
Amen.
Enjoy your meal, everybody.
That morning, Moses wrote a commandment on the blackboard.
This is the corridor leading up to the auditorium.
And that...
-...is Moses. -Or a hard-working student.
Would a student wear his hood up the entire time?
Moses would.
That's enough for now. Tony, Peter... In my office, now.
Everyone had left the station. We had to make a quick decision and...
That's when I... took it upon myself. I realize I've made a mistake.
We've got a problem now. I can't report this internally,
and I want the investigation to move forward.
I've decided to reassign Peter to the case.
-I'm not sure I want to be. -Really?
So what were you doing at that hotel yesterday?
Just do your job, Peter.
Come with me.
That's that man before he was set alight.
There's only one person who could have taken that photo.
That's that lawyer.
In the church where she was found, but she isn't tattooed yet.
So he's not in a coma.
I think Moses wants to lead us to this building.
Why is he doing this?
Why send this to us?
Because he wants us to help him.
With his last commandment.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house
Yes, I know. I'm on my way. See you soon.
-Are you alright? -Yes, okay.
I have to go.
But maybe... you could give it to my dad. He's staying the whole day.
Okay.
What?
Felix, it's very kind of you to be here.
But I shouldn't have rung you.
Why shouldn't you ring me?
It was a moment of weakness. It's not fair.
Doesn't matter. I know you're not relationship material, Vicky.
That's okay. It doesn't mean I can't be here for you.
Thanks.
-Make sure you catch that lunatic. -Yeah.
Bye.
I think we can all understand Moses one way or the other.
We have publicly supported his mission. I defended him on all media platforms.
But becoming his accomplice is taking it a step too far.
He has given us a task and now we're backpedalling?
-We won't get another chance like this. -Lukas...
In our commune, we live by the commandments, we do not punish.
We have our own principles, but we do not impose them on others.
I think there's a way to accept this task without personally attacking anyone.
Was he punished because he fancied students
or just because he was critical of Moses on TV?
Looks more like the latter, if you ask me.
-I'm just asking if you can. -Well, I can't. The resolution's too low.
Okay, alright.
It's like what happened with Marnix and Hristo. Moses planned everything, but...
...he likes to improvise when it suits him.
The more I zoom in, the blurrier it gets. I can't magically add more pixels.
I'm going to speak to the university's security guard. He may have seen this guy.
-I need you here, Tony. -To do what? To stare at the walls?
Have your security guard come in. So you don't waste time.
Right.
Here.
The man in the hoody. Did you see him?
-Yes. -Was he a student?
Could you... describe him for me?
-Did you see his face? -I didn't have a look at his face.
I was looking at his hoody. I've got the same one at home.
In blue.
Okay.
Hang on, hang on.
Oh, here you...
Hello, Sara.
Mum?
And?
How's the hangover?
-I wasn't drunk. -No, I wouldn't call it that, no.
-Don't you have a job to go to? -What's the boy's name?
-Lou. -Lou?
-Yes. -And are you two serious?
-Does Dad know you're back on the market? -Cut it out, Sara.
I noticed you were getting closer again.
It's more complicated than that.
Alex wasn't a good idea, was he?
Alex was in the right place at the right time.
Alex was an idiot.
Right. Your dad is, too.
That's different.
Yes, brilliant.
Have them handed out outside.
-What about the press? -The press?
They'll be here.
The 10th Commandment Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house
And? Have you got anything?
I received three reports of students with the same hoody.
It's a popular model.
-Shame. -Yes.
Hello. Peter?
Just a minute. Is something wrong?
Things hadn't been going well for a while. I'm fed up with him.
Are you still staying there?
No, I stayed at Sara's, but it's not ideal.
You can sleep at mine.
I mean... I'll sleep on the sofa and you can have the bed.
I was actually thinking of the caravan. Unless it's inconvenient.
-No, that's not a problem. -Thanks.
-I want to be alone for a bit. -Right.
-You know where to find the key. -Hang on, Peter.
-I think we have to talk about Sara. -Not now, please.
She was as high as a kite.
And there was this guy... Not exactly son-in-law material.
Can we talk about this another time? I'm at work.
Peter...
I think we need to consider having her admitted to a rehab clinic.
I'm serious.
Chantal, it will work itself out. Just give her some time.
Thanks.
With all due respect, putting a different team on the case
won't make it move forward. On the contrary. Again... it was my decision.
Madam?
-I'm taking full responsibility. -Is Moses still at large?
My source is saying he's responsible for Jos Schatteman's death.
I have to go.
It may only seem like a small gesture, but seeing the conditions they live in,
you can understand their gratitude. Have a look for yourself.
To live in these poor conditions,
they each pay 200 euros according to one of the residents,
who understandably wanted to remain anonymous.
Our commune wants to carry on Moses' work,
because this is also Moses. Recognizing injustice and laying it bare.
There is no better way to do this than to roll up our sleeves
and help people in need.
So even now Moses is in hospital, his way of thinking lives on.
I don't believe Moses is in hospital.
Mr Bodurov is rather a victim of Moses, just like Professor Schatteman was.
I suspect the rape incident was brought to light by Moses
and Schatteman paid the price.
So the Public Prosecutor's Office and the police are lying?
I'm afraid they are.
How did he know that?
I believe as humans we are...
I swear, Christian, I didn't know about this.
No, no. Don't do anything. I'll fix it. Sure. I'll sort it. Yes.
Am I the only one wondering where he got that information?
Maybe it was just wishful thinking. And he happens to be right.
No, Moreels sounds too sure of himself. He knows Hristo isn't Moses.
Or we've got a leak. Let's not kid ourselves.
There are cops who sympathize with Moses.
-I would grill the guy. -We'll do a home search.
-We should do it now, while they're out. -Or we wait till they are home.
-A little show of force won't do any harm. -Tomorrow, early morning.
-Yes, Dad? -Vicky, I have to go.
-Will you stop by this evening? -Of course. Is something wrong?
No, I have to sort something out for work.
You sound stressed.
-Will I see you this evening? -Yes, you might.
Keep me informed. Okay?
Yes, okay.
Wilfried, don't play games with me. Answer your phone.
If I don't hear from you in the next 15 minutes, I'm suing you.
-Here you go. -Thank you.
Can I help you?
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house?
"Greed is ever-present in our society.
Those who have the least, are always the first to suffer.
He who stands idly by and does nothing, is equally as guilty."
Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah.
-You don't agree? -There's no mention of a name.
Who is this aimed at?
We don't condemn individuals, but the phenomenon itself.
-Are we doing something illegal here? -It depends.
Maybe you're hiding something which you're obliged to tell us...
...in order for us to find Moses, for instance?
What would we have to tell you? We don't have anything to hide.
Lukas, that parcel has to disappear.
You were going to use it as storage space.
-Yes, but... -I don't want to know, Wilfried.
I let it to you for next to nothing as storage space.
Instead, you crammed it with illegal immigrants.
I didn't know either. I didn't need it for storage anymore, so...
-...I sublet it myself. -To whom?
A Romanian.
Have you had any calls from journalists?
You're sorting this. And quickly.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house
-Hello, Dad. -Hello, Sara.
Has something happened?
No. I'm just stopping by. To see how things are going.
-You've spoken to Mum. -Yes. Briefly.
-You know Mum overreacts. -I know, yes.
I've known her for quite some time.
-The flat's a mess. -Never mind.
I'm going soon. I'm glad I've seen you, that's all.
We can talk for a bit.
How are you?
-So you are checking up on me? -No, no.
But I don't see you a lot.
And that's...
-I miss our little moments together. -What little moments?
Our little moments.
When you used to pop in and we would have dinner together.
-Or I would ask you for money. -That, too.
Or we would gossip about Mum.
-She broke up with Alex. -She told me.
What do you think?
Is it really over or are they on a break?
Mum and Alex... That's definitely over.
Are you interested then?
She loves you so much.
She won't admit it to you, but she's genuinely sorry.
Anyway...
-Your work is always in the way. -Yes, my work.
I'm sick and tired of it.
Nothing ever changes.
I'm thinking of quitting.
She'll be pleased.
I can't force her, though.
No.
What have we actually done today? We've served some soup.
-That's what Moses wanted. -Bullshit.
That's what Moreels made of it.
Do you know what the task was?
It literally said, "Put Georges Degraeve in the pillory." Did we do that today?
We didn't even mention his name.
He's going unpunished. Do you think that's normal?
Me neither.
I need your help.
It's not without danger.
But... if you don't want any part in it, you should leave now.
-You will have to explain yourself. -Because I served soup?
-You did more than that. Don't pretend. -So what else have I done?
You appeared on TV spouting information that no one else has.
Information...
-Those were assumptions. -Based on?
Let's go back a few weeks.
One evening, we found a victim who'd been burnt.
-Ferhad Peres. -What do you know about him?
Only what was in the papers.
Can you tell us where you were that evening and with whom?
I was in my office, like every evening. In solitude.
-In solitude? -Yes.
We use the evenings to reflect.
-Nothing. -Nothing yet.
He's definitely hiding something.
Vicky?
This is what a rack-renter looks like
Your mobile phone has rung a few times, too.
I'll press the doorbell. Make sure you follow me inside.
-Yes, Dad? -Vicky, glad to hear you.
Why are you in the paper? Is it your house?
-Yes, I am the owner. -What?
I didn't know. I didn't know about the refugees.
-I've been set up. -How do you mean?
I'm being persecuted by people, by the press.
-My investors are pulling out. -Where are you?
-In the car. I'm nearly home. -I'll meet you there.
That's him.
Put your mask on.
Dad?
So what's your opinion of me now?
I think...
-...you're a good liar. -I detect some admiration.