Jo (2013) s01e01 Episode Script
Notre Dame
(ORGAN PLAYS) Mister Van Vliet, sir.
I'm done.
I put your dinner in the oven.
That's for your daughters.
Candies, from Istanbul.
Thank you, sir.
There's a payphone down the road, get me the number.
Yes, sir.
What temperature do you say it is, 75? Only in your pants, Normand.
I'm freezing.
I'd say 60 tops.
What do I keep telling you? There's nothing like a good breakfast to warm you up.
Well, as long as it's breakfast in bed with Roger Federer.
I thought it was a drunk.
This man wasn't moving.
He was in my way.
I went to poke him and then I saw the blood.
I don't see your partner.
Is that how we collect evidence now? Get that idiot off my crime scene! Another beautiful morning.
OK, what do we think? Male, white, 45, 50 years old.
Witness found him at 5.
15 am with no watch, no ID, no money Bruises and lacerations over his body.
Broken teeth, two were implants.
Strangulation marks around his neck.
Yeah, but there's no blood on the deck so he was probably killed somewhere else and dumped here.
The killer took a big risk.
Notre-Dame must have a special place in his heart.
His eardrums might've been pierced.
For what purpose? The Last Judgment.
His head is facing the angel over there.
He's waking up the dead to receive God's judgment.
The killer pierced the victim's ears so he won't hear the trumpet.
He won't get God's forgiveness.
The killer is sending a message.
This was payback.
Just a thought.
Angel found 43 separate bruises on the body.
Broken fingers.
Cause of death was strangulation by ligature - could be a rope or electrical cord.
Looks like we're buying you lunch again.
You were right about the eardrums.
Sushi.
Have you checked your mercury levels lately? The amount of fish you eat, you could get a job as a thermometer.
We find out what he did to deserve this punishment, we'll find the guy who punished him.
Look, Angel's traced the serial number on the dental implants to a Peter Van Vliet.
51, resident of Mol, Belgium.
Near the Dutch border.
That's a long way from home.
A musician.
"Peter Van Vliet, master organist, "has played the greatest cathedrals in Europe.
" Even played for the Pope.
Have the police in Mol check his house.
There's a number for his agent in Paris.
God! I talked to him Friday.
He was home rehearsing for a tour in Asia next month.
He didn't say anything about coming to Paris.
Did he have any enemies or stalkers? Peter had admirers.
He held benefits for the orphans of Sudan, raised millions for children's music Martine, check LeConte's availability.
And get Sarina in Hong Kong.
Is there a Mrs Van Vliet? Peter wasn't married.
He lived alone.
(PHONE RINGS) Sarina? Hey, hi.
Yeah, listen, we have a problem with Peter Van Vliet.
Yeah, he won't be available for the tour.
But LeConte is available for Pay attention.
Well, what do you want me to tell you? Peter played religious music in churches.
His fans were 30-year-old virgins and grandmothers.
I want a list of everyone he knew in Paris.
Friends.
Colleagues.
Blood-sucking agents.
OK.
Don't get me wrong.
I had nothing but respect for Peter.
He was a genius.
Peter Van Vliet was an asshole.
His agent told us you were friends.
Well, that's pushing it.
We had the same teachers, played the same churches But you never played for the Pope.
Van Vliet never let you forget it.
Right.
But people finally saw what a hypocrite he was.
How do you mean? Well, his last concert in Chartres, six months ago, he showed up drunk or on drugs.
It was a disaster, he played horribly, insulted the audience.
The rest of his tour was cancelled.
He hadn't played in France since.
This never happened before? No.
He never drank anything stronger than tea in public.
He had everybody fooled.
Well, he must've had his liver fooled too, because found no trace of chronic drug or alcohol use.
And his tox report was clean.
Thanks.
I like your blouse.
Is it silk? The only way you can really tell is by feeling it.
Van Vliet wasn't a drinker or a user.
No, I found pictures of him on tour and he looks sober, he's never got a glass in his hand.
Who's the young man with him? No name.
He's just listed as Van Vliet's "protege.
" Yeah.
Here he is with Van Vliet in Lyon, Bordeaux, Toulouse But not in Reims or Chartres.
No, I know.
He just disappears halfway through the tour.
Get a name and address on this protege.
(PHONE BUZZES) Everything OK? I gotta run.
I am the Resurrection and the Life.
Dear Lord, we commend to you today the soul of Helene.
We ask in your mercy not to look at the woman she was, but at the woman she is becoming.
May her soul, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Adele.
I got a message.
I didn't know your mother had been sick.
Can we go somewhere for a coffee? I have to be back at the hospital in an hour.
I'll drive you.
I just have to stop at my place.
I live four blocks away from here.
OK.
The hospital didn't give you the day off? I didn't ask for it.
I need the money.
Just be a minute.
So, you like being a nurse? It's honest work.
If you open the curtains you'll see better.
Why'd you come to the funeral? To see you.
You mind? Please, please.
Can we get that coffee now? It fell off It fell off the table.
I saw your amphetamines in your bag.
You searched my bag? Are you doping yourself? I'm not going to be interrogated like this.
Not by you.
Didn't you come up here just to get some pills? They're for my heart.
What about the pills in the bathroom? Uppers, downers This was a mistake.
I thought after 12 years Never mind.
It doesn't matter.
The Belgian cops said Mr Van Vliet's maid last saw him on Sunday at 7 pm.
When she went back to work on Monday, she found the house broken into.
And there was blood in the room where Mr Van Vliet rehearsed.
So, kidnapped on Sunday night, beaten, killed and delivered to our doorstep by 5.
15 am.
That's better than FedEx.
The Belgians said that Mr Van Vliet's car was set on fire four months ago.
Someone matching the description of his protege was seen running from the house.
Yeah, that's right.
Kid by the name of Guy Dore, 24, he lives off of Beaubourg.
Let's get him.
Jo, I can tell that you stopped for a sports drink.
Just I didn't dope him.
I left the tour because Peter wouldn't let me play.
He was intimidated by my talent.
I told you, I'm a prodigy No, you're a meth-head.
You're a meth-head we caught with an 8-ball in his pocket.
I know your dealer.
And I know his dealer.
They're all my friends.
In two hours, I'll know every drug you scored in the last year including the drugs you slipped into Van Vliet's tea.
OK.
So I doped him with ketamine.
I was really angry at him.
But I didn't kill him.
Why were you angry? It turns out you can't make a career out of being a child prodigy.
Peter was supposed to help me get back on track.
But he wasn't interested in helping me.
He just wanted me to be his pimp.
His pimp? Yeah.
He'd see a woman in the audience, or at a reception, he'd have me give her his phone number or his room key.
He used me.
Tell me about his girlfriends.
He was after women all the time, especially the married ones.
The riskier the better.
Screwing some woman while her husband's asleep in the next room, that excited him.
But sometimes the husband woke up.
Three months ago, Peter, he got some teeth implants because some guy caught him with his wife and busted his grill.
Maybe busting Van Vliet's teeth wasn't satisfying enough.
My husband had nothing to do with Peter's death.
He spent the weekend rafting with the children.
Anyway, we've moved on, we're negotiating a divorce.
Can you think of anyone else who might've wanted to harm Mr Van Vliet? Peter never talked about his problems.
When we were together, he was just focused on me.
You saw him recently? Last month.
He came to Paris every couple of weeks to see me.
And others, I'm sure.
I didn't care.
Because he made you feel special I hear he liked to take risks.
You enjoyed that, you felt free around him? I suppose that's true.
Can you give an example what he liked? I don't see what this The more we know about him, the better the chances of finding the person who killed him.
Peter was an exhibitionist.
He liked to make love where we might be seen - in a car, or a restaurant washroom.
Even here, late at night, he always insisted that we made love in front of a window.
Different window or always the same? That one there.
I didn't want to at first, but Peter had a way of overwhelming me.
How many times in front of the window? Six, six or seven times.
Somebody was there watching.
Lot of customers sit at this table.
The person would've insisted on sitting here late at night on these dates.
We've only owned the cafe a few months, but this girl.
A real space oddity.
She'd order tea and then just sit here, looking out the window at the moon, listening to organ music on her earphones.
Van Vliet was putting on a show for her.
This space oddity - you get her name or number? Why would she give me her number? Because you asked her.
Don't worry, we won't tell your girlfriend.
Peter wanted me to watch.
So the two of you were lovers? No, I never had sex with Peter.
I admired him too much.
You were a devoted fan.
I took care of him.
All that devotion, must've made you crazy to see him with another woman.
No.
Having me watch gave him pleasure.
He was a devil, you know? And an angel.
You went to his house in Belgium? No.
I'm not a stalker.
Is this a photo album of Peter? Yes.
If you were a stalker and you'd gone to his house in Belgium, you'd have pictures of his house.
But since you said you're not a stalker There's just one that I got from Google.
But that's all there is.
I wasn't stalking him.
What is this picture, here? That's the Jesuit school, on the Left Bank.
Why do you have this picture? Seven years ago, Peter taught music there, just for a semester.
Lucky them.
They got to see the angel and the devil.
What do you mean? I knew a girl who was a student when Peter taught there.
She said he had an affair with the mother of a student.
A real religious lady.
Peter totally seduced her and took her back to Belgium.
It was a huge scandal.
A religious woman (RADIO) Motorcycle registered to Yannick Morin domiciled at 736 Rue de Belleville.
No outstanding warrants.
Give me his pedigree.
Yannick Morin, birthdate 9th of February 1987.
Two convictions, Assault 3, served one year, Possession with intent, served 18 months.
Hey, what the Wha Hey! Hey, asswipe.
Gimme back my stuff! Ug Miss Hi.
I'm Jo St-Clair, I want to talk about Adele.
I'm her father.
I know.
She told me.
How do you know her? Her mother used to come here.
This is a help centre for sex workers.
You rescue prostitutes? No, they rescue themselves.
After Adele's mother was diagnosed with cancer, Adele and I became very close.
It was very brave of you to come to the funeral.
Most men would've just run the other way.
Adele has this boyfriend, a dope dealer.
I'm no snitch, Mr St-Clair.
Anything you want to know about Adele, ask her.
She won't talk to me.
Well, you'll have to work on that.
And don't assume that she wants your protection.
I never said that.
Yeah, but you're a cop, aren't you? If you really want to be present in her life, you'll just have to find some other way.
Maybe you can give me some ideas over a drink.
I know a bistro around the corner We can talk in my office You only talk in an office? You're a shrink? I'm a nun.
I don't go out for drinks at night with attractive men.
The text I got it was you.
That was Adele's mother's idea, before she died.
She left something for you.
I have to get back to work.
But good luck.
Thank you, Sister Karyn.
Goodnight.
It was a tragedy.
A private tragedy.
We just need the name of the parent Van Vliet had the affair with.
It was between two consenting adults, it's not a police matter.
Bayard, let's close off the street and set up in front of the gate.
Close off the street? What for? A command post, so we can interview your teachers, parents when they pick up their kids Her name was Pauline Langlois.
Her daughter was in Van Vliet's music class.
Mrs Langlois was the last person I would expect this from.
A pious woman who lifted her skirt for her daughter's teacher.
We terminated Van Vliet.
What happened to Mrs Langlois? Van Vliet convinced her to move to Belgium.
She took her daughter with her.
So what about Mr Langlois? He was devastated, of course.
He prayed hard for the return of his daughter.
I don't know if his prayers were answered.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) You'll excuse me, gentlemen Meet me in an hour at Notre-Dame.
Read this.
Thanks.
"In the 1600s, Father Antoine Estienne "was executed in front of Notre-Dame for killing his illegitimate child.
"Estienne was broken on the wheel, "but since he never admitted his guilt, "he was denied absolution by the attending priest.
"He then burned in front of the portal of the Last Judgment" The Last Judgment.
Two men tortured, two men denied forgiveness, two men left at the same place.
Maybe one more coincidence.
A dead child.
The daughter of the woman Van Vliet took to Belgium with him.
He killed her.
If I was that girl's father, after praying to get my family back I wouldn't wait for God's judgment either.
I didn't see Mr Langlois on Monday.
I went to Saint-Cloud.
You like horse racing.
I like betting.
I couldn't care less about those stinking beasts.
The last time you saw Langlois? Sunday morning? I didn't talk to him.
I was late for mass.
You know his wife, the one who divorced him? No.
Mr Langlois moved in here six years ago, by himself.
You can tell by the way he keeps house, he's still by himself.
Did he ever talk about the man his wife married, or about his daughter? I think he said she died in some kind of accident.
He has a son too.
A son? That's a new one.
Not much of a talker, is he? Not much at all.
He reads a lot.
Yeah, he sells books on the Internet, that's how he pays the rent.
Oh, you didn't know? (LAUGHS) You call yourselves cops.
Jo, he's a history buff.
You OK? Don't worry about me, kid.
I'll be around to get drunk at your funeral.
What d'you got there? It's Langlois.
He specialises in books on history and religion.
So, he definitely would have known about Father Estienne and dumping Van Vliet at Notre-Dame, that's poetic justice.
He just couldn't resist.
We have an APB out on Langlois, and a unit sitting on his home.
And his ex-wife? Well, we can't find her.
She divorced him Mr Langlois, moved to Belgium, then fell off the radar.
What about his kids? He'd be 17 now, the boy.
The girl, Claire, there's no death certificate on file in France.
Yeah, we're getting nowhere with our friends in Mol.
You know, they must figure being a cop's a part-time job.
Well, you need to get up there, show them how it's done.
Where did you get that bruise on your neck? I don't remember.
This two-bit dope dealer, Yannick Morin, was treated in hospital last night for a broken nose.
He said he was mugged by someone who tried to steal his motorcycle.
Odd thing is, he didn't file a police report.
Well, a dope dealer What's even more odd is you pulled his sheet last night.
If you're running an investigation on Morin, I want to see a report.
If it's something personal I know what you're thinking.
You're wrong.
I know you're still using.
Is this kid your dealer? Two years - isn't that what your doctor gave you if you don't quit your bad habits? It's just a shame you can't find some reason to stay alive.
My bad habits are the reason I stay alive.
So, the intruder came in here.
Fingerprints? Shoeprints? We're waiting for Brussels to send a forensic expert.
The rehearsal room's this way.
Just through here.
Oh, it's the other way.
Old houses We found blood here.
Van Vliet's blood? We think so.
We sent it to Brussels.
Yeah, we think the killer surprised Van Vliet while he was playing, knocked him out.
Found a picture of the happy family.
We heard the daughter died in some kind of accident.
Yeah.
A year after they arrived here.
The maid found her dead in the bedroom.
About six years ago.
Her bedroom? What kind of accident? The cause was cardiac arrest self-induced by Fainting Game Syndrome.
The intentional cutting off of oxygen to the brain to induce euphoria.
Apparently it's popular with the teenagers.
What are you reading there? It's the autopsy.
Your coroner, is he from Brussels too? No, from here.
He's part-time.
It says there was bruising on the girl's genitals.
Did you investigate the cause of those bruises? Yeah, of course.
The maid said that the week before, she'd surprised the girl at home with a boy.
So, that explained it.
It's just like I told the police.
I found Miss Claire on the bed.
The scarf was wrapped around her neck.
The other end was tied to the headboard.
Did you try to revive her? How? She was dead.
Everyone understands Mr Van Vliet was your boss.
But he's dead.
You don't have to protect him anymore.
If something happened to one of them .
.
wouldn't you want to know the truth? Doesn't Claire's mother deserve the truth? Mr Van Vliet called me into Claire's room.
She had the scarf tied around her neck.
Mr Van Vliet told me to call the police and tell them that I found her like this.
And then he said to say that I saw a boy in her room the week before.
Did he say what he did to her? No.
But I knew.
Her skirt was unzippered and I smelled alcohol.
Claire's mother - did she suspect him? I think so.
The next year, she went back to France with her son.
Van Vliet told her to lie.
It looks like he got the girl drunk and killed her, probably by accident, while playing a sex game with her.
If we're going to prove a motive for Van Vliet's murder, we're gonna need a proper autopsy on the girl.
It's too late.
She was cremated.
The ashes were sent to her mother in France two years ago.
The mother, do you have her address? Hi, excuse me, we're looking for Mrs Langlois.
Mrs Langlois? We'd like to talk to you please.
It's OK.
How did you find me? The police in Mol.
We're investigating the murder of Peter Van Vliet.
Are you OK? We know what he did to your daughter.
We think that's why he was killed.
My God! Yeah, his body was found at Notre-Dame.
It's all my fault If I hadn't fallen in love with that monster I put Claire in the same house with him.
You know who killed him? Maurice.
It has to be my ex-husband Maurice.
He was so angry, at all of us.
Is that why you've been in hiding? Yes.
I put my son with a cousin in Neuilly.
Maurice and I had a terrible marriage.
He was so controlling.
I was always scared.
That's why I went with Peter.
Even now, Maurice is still trying to control me.
He's tried to contact you? Yeah, this past week.
He tried to call me, but I didn't answer.
He left a message, he said he needed to talk to me.
Do you want to help us catch him? Police! Don't move! Cut him off! Knock him down! Who the hell are you? That's my son! Don't hurt him! Alex! Langlois was hiding here.
Search those woods! Send a unit to those houses.
And call in a K-9 unit.
Alex Alex, we want to go easy on you, but you have to tell us where he went.
You think your dad cares about you? He should be sitting here, not you.
No.
My dad loves me.
He loves us.
He wanted to meet my mother, but Why were you with him? He called me.
He said that Peter was dead.
Said he needed to stay with me.
The people that I live with were away, so I said sure.
And what else did he say about Peter? Peter was a bad guy.
He killed my sister.
He screwed up my family.
So your dad gave him what he deserved - is that what you're saying? Your father is a hero.
You can say it.
Say it, Alex.
My dad is a hero.
I don't want to talk anymore.
My son was very resentful after the divorce.
But he finally settled down.
He works at my cousin's gym.
He's refusing to cooperate with my detectives.
Maybe if you talked to him It's no use.
He loves his father.
Sometimes he sees the world like a child.
What do you mean? He still hopes Maurice and I'll get back together.
It's impossible, of course.
Maurice is too unforgiving.
Alright, Mrs Langlois.
We'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Drive her home, please.
What are the chances you can talk this boy into giving up his dad? The mother has it right.
He adores his father.
Release him.
Keep him under surveillance in case Langlois contacts him.
How's our evidence stacking up? The lab's examining Mr Langlois' car for evidence that he transported Mr Van Vliet's body.
As for finding Mr Langlois, we have a cell number - if his phone has GPS, then we can track him.
(PHONE RINGS) Police! On the ground! Now! Easy, easy.
Mr Langlois's no Jesse James.
Jesse James would never let his son take a bullet for him.
You haven't convicted me yet.
No, but our experts are examining your car.
It's only a matter of time before they find evidence Van Vliet's body was there.
I've read so many detective stories.
If I had killed and transported Van Vliet, don't you think I'd know not to leave evidence in my car? That's your story - I killed him but I'm too clever to leave any clues? I said, if I killed him.
But you wanted to kill that cockroach Yes, of course.
He stole your wife.
I can't put all the blame on him for that.
If I'd been a better husband, a better father You didn't love your kids? I loved Claire, I love Alexander, more than life itself.
Van Vliet took them away from you.
He took Claire away for ever.
Yes.
And I hated him for it.
God said I shouldn't, but I did.
And I thought of all the cruel things I could do to him.
But I hate myself more for being careless with my family, for allowing this monster to destroy it.
For not fighting harder to keep us together.
Do you believe in the Last Judgment? I believe there'll be a settling of accounts.
I believe you settle your own accounts.
Do you know this book? There was a copy of it in your apartment.
This passage describes the execution of Father Estienne.
He was accused of killing his illegitimate child.
He refused to admit his guilt.
He was executed without receiving absolution from the church.
Van Vliet was dumped in front of the Last Judgment.
His ears were pierced so that he wouldn't hear the call to receive God's absolution.
Van Vliet and Father Estienne.
An inside joke by a history buff.
My job is not to make yours easy.
If you want to convict me, you'll have to work for it.
I remember the day this was taken.
I took her to school.
There was a boy she liked, but he was ignoring her.
She was crying in my arms.
I told her a silly joke, and I made her laugh No, there's nothing.
There's nothing on the toll booth cameras.
And then nothing in the car either.
So, the guy's done his homework.
He's playing with us.
His rage - usually guys like this, once they kill, the rage is spent, gone.
But not him.
Watch out - little ears.
Caleb helped make the mezze.
Smells great.
This is for you, Uncle Jo.
Thank you.
Look at those eyes.
Huh? Look at them.
As soon as he was born, I knew I was done for.
Where are you gonna sit? Are you gonna sit here? (WHISPERING) Karyn, I need to see her.
Excuse me, one second.
I want you to set up a meeting.
Fifteen minutes, anywhere.
Adele's afraid of you.
Her boyfriend was beaten up.
He's a dope dealer, it happens.
Jo, you know what, you can lie to me, but you won't get anywhere lying to her.
I took his pills, the kid came after me.
Look, I need her to give me a chance.
You understand? This picture, I took this picture.
You want her to meet you halfway? What are you putting on the table? What's your stake? Hey.
I empty my head of every thought.
I let go of every desire.
I see my target.
I concentrate.
And Yeah.
Did you see that? Hey.
You can come up.
Get a meal and a bed.
Yeah.
(DOGS BARK IN THE DISTANCE) That's it.
Better a dog than a pet.
Hey, somebody complained the belt on the number two treadmill was slipping.
Hold on, hold on - I want to talk to you.
I got a lot of work to do.
We can talk while you work.
I'd hate to think that I got up this early for nothing.
So what do you want to talk about? Do I really have to tell you why I'm here? How much do you press? Oh, 220.
The van the cousin was driving, it's the one he uses for business, right? I guess, yeah.
Excuse me.
So, he keeps records of the mileage.
What do you think he'll say if we find a 600 mile difference between his records and the odometer? Look outside.
Outside.
He took the family car for the weekend.
He left the minivan with you.
I know it wasn't your father.
If he'd tried to sneak into Van Vliet's rehearsal room to surprise him, he would've turned the door handle the normal way.
There would've been a noise, Van Vliet would've been alerted.
Because the handle turns the other way.
Van Vliet would've struggled with your father.
But there was no struggle.
Because the person who broke in knew which way to turn the handle.
Because the person who kidnapped Van Vliet lived in that house for two years.
I feel for you, kid.
You just wanted your parents to be together.
Like any kid does.
But this tragedy was keeping them apart.
This stinking wound that kept bleeding, your father couldn't forgive.
You decided to do something about it.
You killed Van Vliet as a message to your father, a message written in a language he understood, the language of history.
You hoped it would heal that wound and bring him back to your mother.
I screwed it up.
My dad found out what I did.
But he said that he would take the blame.
He said that he had to.
He said that everybody would think that he did it anyway.
I planned the whole thing, except Except I didn't think I never wanted to hurt my dad No.
No.
Don't do it.
No.
No! No, let me go! I want to die! Why did you stop me? Too bad the kid isn't here to see that.
Hello Adele? (PHONE LINE GOES DEAD) accessibility@bskyb.
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I'm done.
I put your dinner in the oven.
That's for your daughters.
Candies, from Istanbul.
Thank you, sir.
There's a payphone down the road, get me the number.
Yes, sir.
What temperature do you say it is, 75? Only in your pants, Normand.
I'm freezing.
I'd say 60 tops.
What do I keep telling you? There's nothing like a good breakfast to warm you up.
Well, as long as it's breakfast in bed with Roger Federer.
I thought it was a drunk.
This man wasn't moving.
He was in my way.
I went to poke him and then I saw the blood.
I don't see your partner.
Is that how we collect evidence now? Get that idiot off my crime scene! Another beautiful morning.
OK, what do we think? Male, white, 45, 50 years old.
Witness found him at 5.
15 am with no watch, no ID, no money Bruises and lacerations over his body.
Broken teeth, two were implants.
Strangulation marks around his neck.
Yeah, but there's no blood on the deck so he was probably killed somewhere else and dumped here.
The killer took a big risk.
Notre-Dame must have a special place in his heart.
His eardrums might've been pierced.
For what purpose? The Last Judgment.
His head is facing the angel over there.
He's waking up the dead to receive God's judgment.
The killer pierced the victim's ears so he won't hear the trumpet.
He won't get God's forgiveness.
The killer is sending a message.
This was payback.
Just a thought.
Angel found 43 separate bruises on the body.
Broken fingers.
Cause of death was strangulation by ligature - could be a rope or electrical cord.
Looks like we're buying you lunch again.
You were right about the eardrums.
Sushi.
Have you checked your mercury levels lately? The amount of fish you eat, you could get a job as a thermometer.
We find out what he did to deserve this punishment, we'll find the guy who punished him.
Look, Angel's traced the serial number on the dental implants to a Peter Van Vliet.
51, resident of Mol, Belgium.
Near the Dutch border.
That's a long way from home.
A musician.
"Peter Van Vliet, master organist, "has played the greatest cathedrals in Europe.
" Even played for the Pope.
Have the police in Mol check his house.
There's a number for his agent in Paris.
God! I talked to him Friday.
He was home rehearsing for a tour in Asia next month.
He didn't say anything about coming to Paris.
Did he have any enemies or stalkers? Peter had admirers.
He held benefits for the orphans of Sudan, raised millions for children's music Martine, check LeConte's availability.
And get Sarina in Hong Kong.
Is there a Mrs Van Vliet? Peter wasn't married.
He lived alone.
(PHONE RINGS) Sarina? Hey, hi.
Yeah, listen, we have a problem with Peter Van Vliet.
Yeah, he won't be available for the tour.
But LeConte is available for Pay attention.
Well, what do you want me to tell you? Peter played religious music in churches.
His fans were 30-year-old virgins and grandmothers.
I want a list of everyone he knew in Paris.
Friends.
Colleagues.
Blood-sucking agents.
OK.
Don't get me wrong.
I had nothing but respect for Peter.
He was a genius.
Peter Van Vliet was an asshole.
His agent told us you were friends.
Well, that's pushing it.
We had the same teachers, played the same churches But you never played for the Pope.
Van Vliet never let you forget it.
Right.
But people finally saw what a hypocrite he was.
How do you mean? Well, his last concert in Chartres, six months ago, he showed up drunk or on drugs.
It was a disaster, he played horribly, insulted the audience.
The rest of his tour was cancelled.
He hadn't played in France since.
This never happened before? No.
He never drank anything stronger than tea in public.
He had everybody fooled.
Well, he must've had his liver fooled too, because found no trace of chronic drug or alcohol use.
And his tox report was clean.
Thanks.
I like your blouse.
Is it silk? The only way you can really tell is by feeling it.
Van Vliet wasn't a drinker or a user.
No, I found pictures of him on tour and he looks sober, he's never got a glass in his hand.
Who's the young man with him? No name.
He's just listed as Van Vliet's "protege.
" Yeah.
Here he is with Van Vliet in Lyon, Bordeaux, Toulouse But not in Reims or Chartres.
No, I know.
He just disappears halfway through the tour.
Get a name and address on this protege.
(PHONE BUZZES) Everything OK? I gotta run.
I am the Resurrection and the Life.
Dear Lord, we commend to you today the soul of Helene.
We ask in your mercy not to look at the woman she was, but at the woman she is becoming.
May her soul, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Adele.
I got a message.
I didn't know your mother had been sick.
Can we go somewhere for a coffee? I have to be back at the hospital in an hour.
I'll drive you.
I just have to stop at my place.
I live four blocks away from here.
OK.
The hospital didn't give you the day off? I didn't ask for it.
I need the money.
Just be a minute.
So, you like being a nurse? It's honest work.
If you open the curtains you'll see better.
Why'd you come to the funeral? To see you.
You mind? Please, please.
Can we get that coffee now? It fell off It fell off the table.
I saw your amphetamines in your bag.
You searched my bag? Are you doping yourself? I'm not going to be interrogated like this.
Not by you.
Didn't you come up here just to get some pills? They're for my heart.
What about the pills in the bathroom? Uppers, downers This was a mistake.
I thought after 12 years Never mind.
It doesn't matter.
The Belgian cops said Mr Van Vliet's maid last saw him on Sunday at 7 pm.
When she went back to work on Monday, she found the house broken into.
And there was blood in the room where Mr Van Vliet rehearsed.
So, kidnapped on Sunday night, beaten, killed and delivered to our doorstep by 5.
15 am.
That's better than FedEx.
The Belgians said that Mr Van Vliet's car was set on fire four months ago.
Someone matching the description of his protege was seen running from the house.
Yeah, that's right.
Kid by the name of Guy Dore, 24, he lives off of Beaubourg.
Let's get him.
Jo, I can tell that you stopped for a sports drink.
Just I didn't dope him.
I left the tour because Peter wouldn't let me play.
He was intimidated by my talent.
I told you, I'm a prodigy No, you're a meth-head.
You're a meth-head we caught with an 8-ball in his pocket.
I know your dealer.
And I know his dealer.
They're all my friends.
In two hours, I'll know every drug you scored in the last year including the drugs you slipped into Van Vliet's tea.
OK.
So I doped him with ketamine.
I was really angry at him.
But I didn't kill him.
Why were you angry? It turns out you can't make a career out of being a child prodigy.
Peter was supposed to help me get back on track.
But he wasn't interested in helping me.
He just wanted me to be his pimp.
His pimp? Yeah.
He'd see a woman in the audience, or at a reception, he'd have me give her his phone number or his room key.
He used me.
Tell me about his girlfriends.
He was after women all the time, especially the married ones.
The riskier the better.
Screwing some woman while her husband's asleep in the next room, that excited him.
But sometimes the husband woke up.
Three months ago, Peter, he got some teeth implants because some guy caught him with his wife and busted his grill.
Maybe busting Van Vliet's teeth wasn't satisfying enough.
My husband had nothing to do with Peter's death.
He spent the weekend rafting with the children.
Anyway, we've moved on, we're negotiating a divorce.
Can you think of anyone else who might've wanted to harm Mr Van Vliet? Peter never talked about his problems.
When we were together, he was just focused on me.
You saw him recently? Last month.
He came to Paris every couple of weeks to see me.
And others, I'm sure.
I didn't care.
Because he made you feel special I hear he liked to take risks.
You enjoyed that, you felt free around him? I suppose that's true.
Can you give an example what he liked? I don't see what this The more we know about him, the better the chances of finding the person who killed him.
Peter was an exhibitionist.
He liked to make love where we might be seen - in a car, or a restaurant washroom.
Even here, late at night, he always insisted that we made love in front of a window.
Different window or always the same? That one there.
I didn't want to at first, but Peter had a way of overwhelming me.
How many times in front of the window? Six, six or seven times.
Somebody was there watching.
Lot of customers sit at this table.
The person would've insisted on sitting here late at night on these dates.
We've only owned the cafe a few months, but this girl.
A real space oddity.
She'd order tea and then just sit here, looking out the window at the moon, listening to organ music on her earphones.
Van Vliet was putting on a show for her.
This space oddity - you get her name or number? Why would she give me her number? Because you asked her.
Don't worry, we won't tell your girlfriend.
Peter wanted me to watch.
So the two of you were lovers? No, I never had sex with Peter.
I admired him too much.
You were a devoted fan.
I took care of him.
All that devotion, must've made you crazy to see him with another woman.
No.
Having me watch gave him pleasure.
He was a devil, you know? And an angel.
You went to his house in Belgium? No.
I'm not a stalker.
Is this a photo album of Peter? Yes.
If you were a stalker and you'd gone to his house in Belgium, you'd have pictures of his house.
But since you said you're not a stalker There's just one that I got from Google.
But that's all there is.
I wasn't stalking him.
What is this picture, here? That's the Jesuit school, on the Left Bank.
Why do you have this picture? Seven years ago, Peter taught music there, just for a semester.
Lucky them.
They got to see the angel and the devil.
What do you mean? I knew a girl who was a student when Peter taught there.
She said he had an affair with the mother of a student.
A real religious lady.
Peter totally seduced her and took her back to Belgium.
It was a huge scandal.
A religious woman (RADIO) Motorcycle registered to Yannick Morin domiciled at 736 Rue de Belleville.
No outstanding warrants.
Give me his pedigree.
Yannick Morin, birthdate 9th of February 1987.
Two convictions, Assault 3, served one year, Possession with intent, served 18 months.
Hey, what the Wha Hey! Hey, asswipe.
Gimme back my stuff! Ug Miss Hi.
I'm Jo St-Clair, I want to talk about Adele.
I'm her father.
I know.
She told me.
How do you know her? Her mother used to come here.
This is a help centre for sex workers.
You rescue prostitutes? No, they rescue themselves.
After Adele's mother was diagnosed with cancer, Adele and I became very close.
It was very brave of you to come to the funeral.
Most men would've just run the other way.
Adele has this boyfriend, a dope dealer.
I'm no snitch, Mr St-Clair.
Anything you want to know about Adele, ask her.
She won't talk to me.
Well, you'll have to work on that.
And don't assume that she wants your protection.
I never said that.
Yeah, but you're a cop, aren't you? If you really want to be present in her life, you'll just have to find some other way.
Maybe you can give me some ideas over a drink.
I know a bistro around the corner We can talk in my office You only talk in an office? You're a shrink? I'm a nun.
I don't go out for drinks at night with attractive men.
The text I got it was you.
That was Adele's mother's idea, before she died.
She left something for you.
I have to get back to work.
But good luck.
Thank you, Sister Karyn.
Goodnight.
It was a tragedy.
A private tragedy.
We just need the name of the parent Van Vliet had the affair with.
It was between two consenting adults, it's not a police matter.
Bayard, let's close off the street and set up in front of the gate.
Close off the street? What for? A command post, so we can interview your teachers, parents when they pick up their kids Her name was Pauline Langlois.
Her daughter was in Van Vliet's music class.
Mrs Langlois was the last person I would expect this from.
A pious woman who lifted her skirt for her daughter's teacher.
We terminated Van Vliet.
What happened to Mrs Langlois? Van Vliet convinced her to move to Belgium.
She took her daughter with her.
So what about Mr Langlois? He was devastated, of course.
He prayed hard for the return of his daughter.
I don't know if his prayers were answered.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) You'll excuse me, gentlemen Meet me in an hour at Notre-Dame.
Read this.
Thanks.
"In the 1600s, Father Antoine Estienne "was executed in front of Notre-Dame for killing his illegitimate child.
"Estienne was broken on the wheel, "but since he never admitted his guilt, "he was denied absolution by the attending priest.
"He then burned in front of the portal of the Last Judgment" The Last Judgment.
Two men tortured, two men denied forgiveness, two men left at the same place.
Maybe one more coincidence.
A dead child.
The daughter of the woman Van Vliet took to Belgium with him.
He killed her.
If I was that girl's father, after praying to get my family back I wouldn't wait for God's judgment either.
I didn't see Mr Langlois on Monday.
I went to Saint-Cloud.
You like horse racing.
I like betting.
I couldn't care less about those stinking beasts.
The last time you saw Langlois? Sunday morning? I didn't talk to him.
I was late for mass.
You know his wife, the one who divorced him? No.
Mr Langlois moved in here six years ago, by himself.
You can tell by the way he keeps house, he's still by himself.
Did he ever talk about the man his wife married, or about his daughter? I think he said she died in some kind of accident.
He has a son too.
A son? That's a new one.
Not much of a talker, is he? Not much at all.
He reads a lot.
Yeah, he sells books on the Internet, that's how he pays the rent.
Oh, you didn't know? (LAUGHS) You call yourselves cops.
Jo, he's a history buff.
You OK? Don't worry about me, kid.
I'll be around to get drunk at your funeral.
What d'you got there? It's Langlois.
He specialises in books on history and religion.
So, he definitely would have known about Father Estienne and dumping Van Vliet at Notre-Dame, that's poetic justice.
He just couldn't resist.
We have an APB out on Langlois, and a unit sitting on his home.
And his ex-wife? Well, we can't find her.
She divorced him Mr Langlois, moved to Belgium, then fell off the radar.
What about his kids? He'd be 17 now, the boy.
The girl, Claire, there's no death certificate on file in France.
Yeah, we're getting nowhere with our friends in Mol.
You know, they must figure being a cop's a part-time job.
Well, you need to get up there, show them how it's done.
Where did you get that bruise on your neck? I don't remember.
This two-bit dope dealer, Yannick Morin, was treated in hospital last night for a broken nose.
He said he was mugged by someone who tried to steal his motorcycle.
Odd thing is, he didn't file a police report.
Well, a dope dealer What's even more odd is you pulled his sheet last night.
If you're running an investigation on Morin, I want to see a report.
If it's something personal I know what you're thinking.
You're wrong.
I know you're still using.
Is this kid your dealer? Two years - isn't that what your doctor gave you if you don't quit your bad habits? It's just a shame you can't find some reason to stay alive.
My bad habits are the reason I stay alive.
So, the intruder came in here.
Fingerprints? Shoeprints? We're waiting for Brussels to send a forensic expert.
The rehearsal room's this way.
Just through here.
Oh, it's the other way.
Old houses We found blood here.
Van Vliet's blood? We think so.
We sent it to Brussels.
Yeah, we think the killer surprised Van Vliet while he was playing, knocked him out.
Found a picture of the happy family.
We heard the daughter died in some kind of accident.
Yeah.
A year after they arrived here.
The maid found her dead in the bedroom.
About six years ago.
Her bedroom? What kind of accident? The cause was cardiac arrest self-induced by Fainting Game Syndrome.
The intentional cutting off of oxygen to the brain to induce euphoria.
Apparently it's popular with the teenagers.
What are you reading there? It's the autopsy.
Your coroner, is he from Brussels too? No, from here.
He's part-time.
It says there was bruising on the girl's genitals.
Did you investigate the cause of those bruises? Yeah, of course.
The maid said that the week before, she'd surprised the girl at home with a boy.
So, that explained it.
It's just like I told the police.
I found Miss Claire on the bed.
The scarf was wrapped around her neck.
The other end was tied to the headboard.
Did you try to revive her? How? She was dead.
Everyone understands Mr Van Vliet was your boss.
But he's dead.
You don't have to protect him anymore.
If something happened to one of them .
.
wouldn't you want to know the truth? Doesn't Claire's mother deserve the truth? Mr Van Vliet called me into Claire's room.
She had the scarf tied around her neck.
Mr Van Vliet told me to call the police and tell them that I found her like this.
And then he said to say that I saw a boy in her room the week before.
Did he say what he did to her? No.
But I knew.
Her skirt was unzippered and I smelled alcohol.
Claire's mother - did she suspect him? I think so.
The next year, she went back to France with her son.
Van Vliet told her to lie.
It looks like he got the girl drunk and killed her, probably by accident, while playing a sex game with her.
If we're going to prove a motive for Van Vliet's murder, we're gonna need a proper autopsy on the girl.
It's too late.
She was cremated.
The ashes were sent to her mother in France two years ago.
The mother, do you have her address? Hi, excuse me, we're looking for Mrs Langlois.
Mrs Langlois? We'd like to talk to you please.
It's OK.
How did you find me? The police in Mol.
We're investigating the murder of Peter Van Vliet.
Are you OK? We know what he did to your daughter.
We think that's why he was killed.
My God! Yeah, his body was found at Notre-Dame.
It's all my fault If I hadn't fallen in love with that monster I put Claire in the same house with him.
You know who killed him? Maurice.
It has to be my ex-husband Maurice.
He was so angry, at all of us.
Is that why you've been in hiding? Yes.
I put my son with a cousin in Neuilly.
Maurice and I had a terrible marriage.
He was so controlling.
I was always scared.
That's why I went with Peter.
Even now, Maurice is still trying to control me.
He's tried to contact you? Yeah, this past week.
He tried to call me, but I didn't answer.
He left a message, he said he needed to talk to me.
Do you want to help us catch him? Police! Don't move! Cut him off! Knock him down! Who the hell are you? That's my son! Don't hurt him! Alex! Langlois was hiding here.
Search those woods! Send a unit to those houses.
And call in a K-9 unit.
Alex Alex, we want to go easy on you, but you have to tell us where he went.
You think your dad cares about you? He should be sitting here, not you.
No.
My dad loves me.
He loves us.
He wanted to meet my mother, but Why were you with him? He called me.
He said that Peter was dead.
Said he needed to stay with me.
The people that I live with were away, so I said sure.
And what else did he say about Peter? Peter was a bad guy.
He killed my sister.
He screwed up my family.
So your dad gave him what he deserved - is that what you're saying? Your father is a hero.
You can say it.
Say it, Alex.
My dad is a hero.
I don't want to talk anymore.
My son was very resentful after the divorce.
But he finally settled down.
He works at my cousin's gym.
He's refusing to cooperate with my detectives.
Maybe if you talked to him It's no use.
He loves his father.
Sometimes he sees the world like a child.
What do you mean? He still hopes Maurice and I'll get back together.
It's impossible, of course.
Maurice is too unforgiving.
Alright, Mrs Langlois.
We'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Drive her home, please.
What are the chances you can talk this boy into giving up his dad? The mother has it right.
He adores his father.
Release him.
Keep him under surveillance in case Langlois contacts him.
How's our evidence stacking up? The lab's examining Mr Langlois' car for evidence that he transported Mr Van Vliet's body.
As for finding Mr Langlois, we have a cell number - if his phone has GPS, then we can track him.
(PHONE RINGS) Police! On the ground! Now! Easy, easy.
Mr Langlois's no Jesse James.
Jesse James would never let his son take a bullet for him.
You haven't convicted me yet.
No, but our experts are examining your car.
It's only a matter of time before they find evidence Van Vliet's body was there.
I've read so many detective stories.
If I had killed and transported Van Vliet, don't you think I'd know not to leave evidence in my car? That's your story - I killed him but I'm too clever to leave any clues? I said, if I killed him.
But you wanted to kill that cockroach Yes, of course.
He stole your wife.
I can't put all the blame on him for that.
If I'd been a better husband, a better father You didn't love your kids? I loved Claire, I love Alexander, more than life itself.
Van Vliet took them away from you.
He took Claire away for ever.
Yes.
And I hated him for it.
God said I shouldn't, but I did.
And I thought of all the cruel things I could do to him.
But I hate myself more for being careless with my family, for allowing this monster to destroy it.
For not fighting harder to keep us together.
Do you believe in the Last Judgment? I believe there'll be a settling of accounts.
I believe you settle your own accounts.
Do you know this book? There was a copy of it in your apartment.
This passage describes the execution of Father Estienne.
He was accused of killing his illegitimate child.
He refused to admit his guilt.
He was executed without receiving absolution from the church.
Van Vliet was dumped in front of the Last Judgment.
His ears were pierced so that he wouldn't hear the call to receive God's absolution.
Van Vliet and Father Estienne.
An inside joke by a history buff.
My job is not to make yours easy.
If you want to convict me, you'll have to work for it.
I remember the day this was taken.
I took her to school.
There was a boy she liked, but he was ignoring her.
She was crying in my arms.
I told her a silly joke, and I made her laugh No, there's nothing.
There's nothing on the toll booth cameras.
And then nothing in the car either.
So, the guy's done his homework.
He's playing with us.
His rage - usually guys like this, once they kill, the rage is spent, gone.
But not him.
Watch out - little ears.
Caleb helped make the mezze.
Smells great.
This is for you, Uncle Jo.
Thank you.
Look at those eyes.
Huh? Look at them.
As soon as he was born, I knew I was done for.
Where are you gonna sit? Are you gonna sit here? (WHISPERING) Karyn, I need to see her.
Excuse me, one second.
I want you to set up a meeting.
Fifteen minutes, anywhere.
Adele's afraid of you.
Her boyfriend was beaten up.
He's a dope dealer, it happens.
Jo, you know what, you can lie to me, but you won't get anywhere lying to her.
I took his pills, the kid came after me.
Look, I need her to give me a chance.
You understand? This picture, I took this picture.
You want her to meet you halfway? What are you putting on the table? What's your stake? Hey.
I empty my head of every thought.
I let go of every desire.
I see my target.
I concentrate.
And Yeah.
Did you see that? Hey.
You can come up.
Get a meal and a bed.
Yeah.
(DOGS BARK IN THE DISTANCE) That's it.
Better a dog than a pet.
Hey, somebody complained the belt on the number two treadmill was slipping.
Hold on, hold on - I want to talk to you.
I got a lot of work to do.
We can talk while you work.
I'd hate to think that I got up this early for nothing.
So what do you want to talk about? Do I really have to tell you why I'm here? How much do you press? Oh, 220.
The van the cousin was driving, it's the one he uses for business, right? I guess, yeah.
Excuse me.
So, he keeps records of the mileage.
What do you think he'll say if we find a 600 mile difference between his records and the odometer? Look outside.
Outside.
He took the family car for the weekend.
He left the minivan with you.
I know it wasn't your father.
If he'd tried to sneak into Van Vliet's rehearsal room to surprise him, he would've turned the door handle the normal way.
There would've been a noise, Van Vliet would've been alerted.
Because the handle turns the other way.
Van Vliet would've struggled with your father.
But there was no struggle.
Because the person who broke in knew which way to turn the handle.
Because the person who kidnapped Van Vliet lived in that house for two years.
I feel for you, kid.
You just wanted your parents to be together.
Like any kid does.
But this tragedy was keeping them apart.
This stinking wound that kept bleeding, your father couldn't forgive.
You decided to do something about it.
You killed Van Vliet as a message to your father, a message written in a language he understood, the language of history.
You hoped it would heal that wound and bring him back to your mother.
I screwed it up.
My dad found out what I did.
But he said that he would take the blame.
He said that he had to.
He said that everybody would think that he did it anyway.
I planned the whole thing, except Except I didn't think I never wanted to hurt my dad No.
No.
Don't do it.
No.
No! No, let me go! I want to die! Why did you stop me? Too bad the kid isn't here to see that.
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