13 COMMANDMENTS
Jacob Moreels, better known as Moses, was unmasked a week ago.
But today, we learned who the true hero of this story was.
Peter Devriendt was the officer who tracked the suspect down a week ago
and brought an end to the Commandments case, risking his own life.
Devriendt was able to take out the criminal in an act of self-defence.
He was also the one who freed his colleague Vicky Degraeve
from Moreels' claws.
Do you remember that time she rang us in the middle of the night?
She was at a party and she was supposed to stay the night.
But when they started smoking weed, she wanted to leave.
She wanted us to pick her up.
I think she was fifteen.
That was our Sara.
I... I don't know what...
What did we do wrong, Peter?
We separated.
So many couples separate.
Their kids aren't in hospital with an overdose.
We worked too much.
-You worked a lot, yes. -No, Chantal, cut that out.
We both did.
We let her go too soon.
I'm going to hand in my notice. Or take up unpaid leave.
That won't solve things, Chantal.
If she wants to see this Lou again, no one can stop her.
She'll be back here before you know it.
We're not getting through to her.
Your daughter is out of hospital tomorrow. You're retiring.
But who is stepping up to the plate? When will it be your turn, Peter?
-Mum. Have you been crying? -Yes, never mind.
So?
What's so urgent?
I wanted to thank you again, for saving me.
You've thanked me already.
Come.
No, come on. I'm leaving.
-Speech. -Speech.
I'm not good at this.
Anyway, here goes.
I'll have to trust you can keep the place running without me.
You, you and you. And you.
Someone's got to do it.
People may say the world has gone to the dogs, but we shouldn't believe that.
We definitely shouldn't say that aloud.
We shouldn't say anything. We should only act.
Let justice prevail.
It may sound pompous, but it is what we should do.
Actually, we... not including myself. I'm retired now.
But don't lose sight of why you became a cop, okay?
Cheers.
Hello there.
Where's your mum?
-What are you drawing? -Mum's friends.
Don't you like drawing animals? Or flowers? Or other pretty things?
I think those ladies are pretty.
-Don't you have homework? -No.
Really?
What do you want to be when you grow up?
A prostitute, like my mum. She says you help people by doing that.
There are other ways you can help people.
By becoming a nurse, for example.
Or a doctor. That would help a lot of people.
Eh?
Yes. Ready to go?
-Where's Mum? -She rang me.
She couldn't make it. I had to pick you up. We'll see her later.
Look at this.
We're fucked, mate.
That doesn't even look like me. They'll forget about us soon enough.
You think? We kidnapped a cop.
Yes, the bitch. Now I've got a nice hole in my arm.
I hope your gel works. If it gets worse, you'll have to go to hospital.
That's my decision to make.
Fucking Moses. He got his head blown off and we're here rotting away.
Do you really believe that doormat was Moses?
How would you know?
Miss?
Where is Sara Devriendt in room 157?
What are you doing?
I feel terrible about this, Sara.
But it's the best way.
We were going home, weren't we? You promised.
Of course. You will go home, but not just yet.
You have to find peace first.
-No. -Sara.
-I just want to be with you and Mum. -Sara, don't make a scene.
-We're going in together. You and I, okay? -Does Mum know about this?
Fuck you, I'm not going in, and certainly not with you.
Sara... Listen, if you don't come with me, they'll come and get you.
All I need to do, is give them the signal. Please, Sara. Don't do this to me!
-Give them the signal then! -Sara, please!
Bastard!
I never want to see you again! Never!
You're not my father anymore! I hate you!
-Hello, Chantal. -Oh, Peter.
Where is she?
-I'm stepping up to the plate. -Where is Sara? Where is she?
She's somewhere she can't harm herself anymore.
I did it for her, Chantal.
Chantal?
All I wanted, was for us to devote time to our daughter
and to be there for her. That's what she wanted, too.
I trusted you, because you were retiring.
You haven't changed a bit.
She had to realise she couldn't go on like this.
It was the only way. She would never have got it.
Really? She's traumatised, Peter.
You have changed. You've become worse.
I've never known you to be so cold-hearted.
I've got a complaint.
I've already passed on that the washing powder
doesn't remove stubborn stains, okay?
It's not about soap, mate.
Right.
What's wrong? Are they too strong for you, gramps?
-They kill people, did you know that? -A lot of things kill people.
-What the hell? -Maybe you should put it to the test.
Felix...
What are you doing here?
What do you want?
I want you.
-I don't recognise you. -You never knew me.
You think you can only love someone when times are tough?
Sorry.
Vicky, are you going to spend your life in this shit situation?
My mother is not a fucking situation.
You're not living, you're surviving.
What do you say to a suspicious death for breakfast?
Lou Dobbeleers, 22. Died of an overdose.
They found pills in his mouth. Wouldn't you just swallow them?
Not if someone rammed them down your throat.
He's got a skull fracture.
We've got a sloppy murderer on our hands.
-Any witnesses? -No.
-He's got a record. -A dealer. Someone settling a score?
Killing a dealer with his own drugs? That's a bit theatrical.
Your father was thorough with the paperwork,
but if the justice of the peace is lenient...
...you'll be out in a week.
-A week? -Or less.
I'll try my best.
But, Sara...
You have to try your best, too.
-In here, everything depends on you. -Mum, I'm not an addict.
I was just having fun.
We're worried, Sara.
We're very worried.
Is that Dad?
Tell him not to come and see me.
I don't want to see him anymore.
-Peter, don't. -What?
Don't go in.
-She's my daughter, too. -She doesn't want to see you anymore.
-That's what you say. -That's what she says.
She needs peace and quiet now, Peter. Please, give her that at least.
Go back home.
-Okay. -Thanks.
Chantal?
How is she feeling?
She feels let down.
-You've identified them? -Yes.
Malik Vervoort, Lukas Heyde.
They were formally identified by some of Moreels' followers.
You've got to find them, Tony.
-For Vicky's sake. -I know.
I don't want to come!
Your mum doesn't want you to be home alone. You're coming.
-No! I don't want to! -You're coming, I said!
She can stay with me, if you want.
Peter the neighbour likes having little girls over.
-I'm not little. -Shush!
-It's just a suggestion, mate. -I've got a suggestion.
I suggest you don't make those kinds of suggestions to me anymore. Got it?
-I don't want to come with you! -Shush!
Suicide?
That's what it looks like.
But you know that doesn't mean anything. Not in this part of town.
It wasn't a sex game gone wrong either, because... Look.
She left a suicide note.
First the guy at the launderette and now this. There's something in the air.
So... Tell me. What's the special you wanted?
No, no. Don't.
-Have you got pen and paper? -Ehm, yes.
What are those for? Scared to dirty your hands?
No, no, no.
I would like you to... write down...
...what I tell you.
You're one of those? Dirty talk.
I can't wait.
Sorry to everyone...
...I am leaving behind.
But it's for the best.
It's for the best.
Write it down.
Write it, dammit.
"Sorry to everyone I am leaving behind, but it's for the best.
I've done so much wrong in my life.
Sometimes you can't just erase your mistakes.
Sometimes it's better to disappear off the earth."
Write it.
Write it down, dammit!
"I have been horrible to my daughter. I am a failure."
I am a failure.
Write it down.
I've been horrible to my daughter. I've been horrible to my daughter.
"Make something of your life, darling. It will be so much nicer without me.
Sorry. I love you.
It's for the best."
Put it there.
Can't we work something out?
You and I.
I will do anything.
Anything.
She only mentions her daughter.
Have you had a good look at her?
What? A junkie?
Junkies quickly lose family and friends.
That leaves very few people to say goodbye to.
It's strange. The writing's so sloppy, too.
-Maybe she was on a bad trip. -Sure.
Or she didn't commit suicide.
-Sorry, but is this going to take long? -No, we're nearly done here.
I don't want to be a nuisance, but all those cops in my bar are bad for business.
Good grief. Amalia never could stay out of trouble.
-Did you not get on with her? -No, I did.
She was earning a good penny.
She was one of those girls who would allow anything. I can't complain.
She could've brought a babysitter more often instead of leaving her kid outside.
She's a good kid, but...
-Did she bring her daughter to work? -Yes.
Luckily, she was asleep behind the bar.
Imagine if she had found her mother like this.
Right.
That's Amalia's daughter.
-Hello, darling. -Have you got a hot chocolate for me?
Do you want one?
-They said they would bring me one. -I'll ask them.
When can I go home?
You're going to a new home.
With a lot of other children. In a big building.
After that, you're going to live with a nice man and woman.
-I miss my mum, too. -Is your mum dead, too?
-What are you drawing? -That's me. When I'm older.
Wow. That's nice.
The coroner has found bruising on her larynx, not self-inflicted.
The suicide was staged.
She received blows to the head as well.
-Vicky? Amalia was murdered. -Really?
Probably.
-What's the plan? -We'll analyse her handwriting
-to verify if she wrote the letter or not. -Another theatrical murder.
-Could this be linked to the overdose? -Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
-Is Blue here? -Blue? Your mum's here.
She shouldn't be here. Mike's home. She can stay with Mike.
I would tell you if it was inconvenient. I don't mind.
I do. Blue?
-Bye, Blue. -Bye.
Good evening.
Kelly?
-What's your boyfriend's name again? -Mike.
Yes, Mike.
Mike is alone with Blue quite a lot.
So what? I have to work.
He's not looking after her very well.
I've seen bruises on her. I'm sorry to tell you this,
but it's not the first time I've seen them.
You don't even know Mike.
What gives you the right to say that? Mike would never...
Blue?
Depressed? Amalia? Never.
-You don't know if she had enemies? -Why are you asking?
She strung herself up, didn't she?
Or are the rumours true?
Was she killed?
We're not allowed to discuss an ongoing investigation.
-And? -She was killed.
I told you to put a bully at the door to keep the wackos out.
I've been telling you for months.
Look at what you've done. You're scaring those girls.
If they think there's a murderer on the loose, I'll have to close up shop.
-That's what we're trying to avoid. -Really?
How are you going to do that? We don't decide about life or death.
The best you can do, is keep your mouth shut.
Amalia wrote that letter under duress and we think it was dictated to her.
-Why? -We checked her Facebook statuses.
She couldn't have used such good grammar.
-We already knew she was murdered. -Yes, so now we're sure.
How's your search for Lukas going, and... Malik?
Why?
Moses' henchmen are on the run and meanwhile these two murders happen?
-Do you think... -It may be far-fetched, but...
Maybe they're continuing his work.
Which commandment would those murders refer to? Thou shalt not kill?
We've already got ten commandments.
Maybe someone is coming up with new ones.
We're not even sure the two murders are connected.
It's very coincidental. Two brutal murders, within a short timeframe.
-Coincidence exists. -Sure.
I hope so.
-Because we may be on the wrong track. -Focus on the accomplices first.
What if Moses is still out there?
-Have you brought Moreels' file? -Yes. I've found something.
Moreels was in Colombia till six months ago.
What for?
-Pastoral work. -Jesus. Have you read his CV?
-He sounds like Mother Teresa. -That doesn't mean anything.
Psychopaths are often people you don't expect.
Don't you think it's odd?
For him to come back from Colombia to then start punish...
Fuck, hang on.
De Terloo?
The dates are overlapping.
So Moreels was in Colombia when Moses first struck?
Or he had an accomplice.
-Or the real Moses is still on the loose. -Fuck, man.
-Hi, Peter. -Hello, Vicky. Everything okay?
You won't believe this.
Moreels was abroad when Moses first struck.
-Maybe he used an accomplice? -Maybe. But maybe not.
-Maybe we caught the wrong guy. -No, no.
There were enough indications Moreels was the mastermind behind the commandments.
Two new murders have happened since
and they have Moses written all over them.
Moses doesn't kill, does he?
Not while he was following the Ten Commandments,
but he's done with them now.
He may be adding commandments.
Ten commandments are ten commandments.
I have to be sure those murders aren't linked to Moses.
-How do you plan to find out? -Laure.
Laure? Are you sure about that?
That girl has been through enough.
She was there when Moses attacked De Terloo.
She's the only one who may know something.
Are you going to see her?
-Yes, I'm going in a bit. -At this hour?
I won't be able to sleep otherwise.
-Shall I come? -Are you up for that?
Sure. I'm in the car now. I'll come and pick you up.
Normally you should put in a request for this.
I know.
-This is an exceptional situation. -We know all about those.
You must understand then.
It won't take long.
Don't pressure her. I don't want her to get upset.
Of course not.
Laure, do you remember these people?
They want to ask you a few more questions.
Do you want me to stay?
-No, it's alright. -I'll be back in ten minutes.
Hello, Laure.
I know you don't like it, but...
...sometimes you have to tell a story a few times...
...to discover new things or for people to learn from it.
Like a fairy tale.
Yes. So I would like you to tell me again
what exactly happened to your stepdad that evening.
I may be able to learn from it.
I was in the car.
I didn't see anything.
-And you didn't get out of the car? -No.
Did you look through the window?
Maybe you saw the person who hurt your stepdad?
-I didn't see anything. -Think hard.
It's very important, Laure.
-I didn't see anything. -She doesn't know, Vicky.