13 Geboden (2017) s01e06 Episode Script
Episode 6
1 A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES Oh, Sinnerman Where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to? All on that day Well, I run to the rock Please, hide me I run to the rock Please, hide me All on that day But the rock cried out I can't hide you I can't hide you The rock cried out [car horn beeping.]
[car horn beeping.]
[doorbell ringing.]
Come on, Marnix.
Asshole.
Hey.
[loud metal music plays.]
[music stops.]
[Marnix moans.]
[Marnix grunts.]
[gasps.]
Water.
Water, please.
[grunting.]
[gasps.]
Water.
Water.
[gasping.]
I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it.
[yells.]
I'll do it! Water! Why didn't you get rid of it? How do you mean? I was in the other car.
[Felix.]
Is that why you came here? I wanted to see you.
I don't even know why.
I'm not angry or anything.
[Vicky.]
It wasn't even your fault.
And the other woman? My mother.
How is she? [Vicky.]
Hmm.
Not that great.
[Chantal.]
She's got everything she wants at home, but she's so stubborn.
[Peter.]
She wants to live her own life.
Isn't that normal? She doesn't want to be around a hysterical mother or a half-witted stepdad every day.
Are those her words? Bastard.
[Peter chortles.]
Good grief.
Her own life, that's all very well.
But is she ready for that? She's still a child, and I'm terrified about those pills.
She promised she would stop.
And who's going to keep tabs on that? We could try and trust her.
Or we don't trust her, we forbid her from living on her own and we deny her everything.
What do you think will happen? Huh? [cell phone beeping.]
Oh my.
Looks like it's a nice text.
- Yes.
- Who from? The office.
Everything will be OK.
[Peter.]
See you.
- Hysterical mom.
- Asshole.
[Peter chuckles.]
[Simon grumbles.]
Damn it.
- [Simon.]
Is Marnix around? - I haven't seen him.
Where is he? He's not answering his phone, he's not at home That's rich for someone who should be in jail.
Are you a bit agitated, Simon? Maybe he's relishing his freedom after the verdict? Maybe there are two of them.
Or more.
Two Mozeses.
[Peter scoffs.]
Are we going to keep calling him Mozes? What else? Jacques? Or Jacqueline? Briefing room.
Now.
[brooding music plays.]
[Liesbet breathing heavily.]
[Peter.]
Yes? Play it.
[Marnix.]
I was on my own.
MURDERER I followed the burglar, because because I thought he was Mozes.
I heard something behind me.
And I I turned around.
And I I fired a shot.
[Marnix sobs.]
Without warning.
He was unarmed.
[sobs.]
I killed Serge Van de Poel.
[Marnix sobs.]
Because I'm a cowardly wimp.
[Simon exhales.]
- [Simon.]
Has this gone to the press? - [Liesbet.]
Only us, for now.
- Where could that be? - It sounds like a depot.
Can you rewind it a bit? [Marnix sobs.]
I killed Serge Van de Poel.
That's a train.
A disused warehouse or a depot near the railway line.
[Peter.]
There are loads of them.
Was his car parked at home? I don't know.
What? If he's not at home, he's not at home.
I'm not going to search the whole neighborhood for that car.
This area has a lot of empty property.
You can't possibly know how far away that railway line is.
We can start there and expand the perimeter later.
I'll liaise with the local police about starting a search.
Simon.
You're coming with me.
[Simon exhales.]
Damn it.
[quiet ominous music plays.]
[Simon.]
Let's have it.
I can't stand long silences.
You lied to PSU about the warning shot.
What would you have done? [Liesbet.]
Do you know what's at stake? Not only for you, but for the entire squad.
Whatever.
Fuck you, Liesbet.
For the entire squad [shouts.]
What would you have done, huh? [Simon exhales sharply.]
[Simon.]
Come on.
Marnix, get up.
Come on, man.
Get up, come on.
Shoot.
Come on, shoot! [yells.]
Come on, Marnix.
[gunshot.]
[Liesbet.]
I can't turn a blind eye to this, Simon.
I have to inform PSU.
[Simon scoffs.]
[train horn beeps.]
[Vicky.]
This is a waste of time.
Do you have a better idea? [short groan.]
[groaning continues.]
[heavy breathing.]
[sinister music intensifies.]
[Marnix over cellphone.]
I fired a shot.
[soft sobbing over video.]
Without warning.
[sobs.]
He was unarmed.
- I killed Serge Van de Poel - [inhales sharply.]
- Because I'm a cowardly wimp.
- [gentle sobbing.]
Peter, this is Simon.
You can stop your search.
He's just turned on his phone.
[Peter scoffs.]
[Peter.]
He's at home.
[tense music plays.]
THOU SHALT NOT KILL [sharp breath.]
THOU SHALT NOT KILL - Where's Simon? - [Paulien.]
He went home.
Waiting for a second invitation from PSU.
Fuck.
Why did he have to lie? Because Simon's hard on the outside, but soft on the inside.
They want a private funeral.
Can we keep this under wraps? I'm at a loss.
What if Mozes posts that video online after all? That's a risk we'll have to take.
I won't be blackmailed.
[Liesbet.]
To avoid further speculation, I would like to read out the following statement.
[Liesbet.]
The Federal Criminal Police is devastated by Inspector Santermans' passing.
We cannot discuss further the circumstances surrounding his death, except to say that an investigation is underway.
We hope we can count on your cooperation.
Inspector Santermans was an honorable asset to our services and he will be sorely missed.
[reporter.]
Apparently, it was a suicide.
Did he act out of guilt? I'm not sure I understand.
[reporter.]
Because he shot dead that innocent man.
An internal investigation was conducted and Inspector Santermans was cleared.
Thank you.
[brooding music plays.]
[man.]
Good evening.
Mr.
Devriendt? Call me Peter.
And my apologies for the time of day.
No problem.
You're Vicky's colleague [woman 1.]
See you next week, love.
[muffled electronic music plays.]
What? Are you not right in the head? - [woman 1.]
What's wrong? - Who brings their kid to this job? Is that any of your business? What else should I do? After-school care closes at 5 p.
m.
- [woman 2.]
Maybe a babysitter? - Hey.
[scoffs.]
Do you know how expensive that is? It's a quarter of what you snort up your nose every day.
Mind your own business, slut.
Are you so much better? [in English.]
Pretty Woman? [girl in Dutch.]
Mommy.
- Yes, darling.
We're going.
- Bad mother.
[tense music plays.]
Say that again? Your kid's waiting.
Come on, darling.
[music intensifies.]
[games console music.]
[footsteps.]
[Peter.]
Ah, look who we have here.
Our math genius.
[Blue.]
Yup.
[Peter.]
Everything OK? [Blue.]
Yes.
[Peter.]
You can't get in? [Blue.]
Visitor.
So what? Aren't you allowed in then? Do you want to wait at mine? I'll [Kelly.]
Blue? What? I thought you didn't want to work for me anymore.
[Hristo.]
I want to have them brought over, now.
Yeah, it involves a lot of red tape, man.
And now, with all those refugees [Hristo.]
Listen to me carefully, mate.
I've shown that I have good will.
I've shown that I can be trusted and counted on.
I'm going to risk my life for you.
Really? What do you mean? Mozes.
[low dramatic music plays.]
[Peter.]
What do you know about Mozes? Your colleague, Marnix's car.
I know where it is.
How do you know about Marnix? Do you want to know where it is or not? [Peter.]
Yes.
I want to know everything.
[Hristo.]
You'd better sort out those documents soon.
[music intensifies.]
[Vicky.]
Hang on, I'll help you.
I can do it myself.
[Paulien shouts.]
Fuck.
Stubborn woman.
Meddler.
You're very patient.
What do you mean? How long have you wanted to ask me about it? Most people ask the second time they see me.
So? How did you end up in the wheelchair? I fancied a sugar waffle.
- [Paulien.]
Do you want anything? - No, I've just had something.
[sinister music plays.]
[man hawks.]
[man spits.]
What do you want? What do you fucking want? Why are you scowling at me? - You're going to wipe that off, mate.
- Is that so? [grunt.]
[shout.]
- [glass shattering.]
- [gunshot.]
[shallow breathing.]
It wasn't Peter's fault.
Thanks for not asking about it.
Sometimes it feels like You're just the chair, you know.
- The chair and the scar.
- [cell phone rings.]
We make a great team.
[Paulien laughs.]
Yes, Peter? [Peter.]
Did you call Forensics? [Vicky.]
Not yet.
[Vicky grunts.]
[ominous music plays.]
"THE HORIZON" REHABILITATION CENTER [Vicky.]
Armand de Terloo? Armand went to one of his building sites one evening.
They found him a few hours later under a pile of cobblestones.
His legs were crushed.
Malicious intent? [doctor.]
It was never proven.
Armand has been catatonic since the accident.
Could the stones have fallen by accident? The bulldozer those stones most probably fell out of was parked ten meters away.
[Vicky.]
Can we see him? [doctor.]
Of course.
Hi, Armand.
How are you? You've got visitors.
Hey? These two people wanted to meet you.
Hello, Mr.
De Terloo.
I am Peter Devriendt of the Federal Criminal Police and this is my colleague, Vicky Degraeve.
Would you like to tell us something? [Peter.]
I met your father.
[doorbell rings.]
My father? My daughter's looking for an apartment.
Your father's a rental agent, so Why would you do that? Well, I happened to be in the neighborhood.
Good afternoon, madam.
Peter Devriendt and Vicky Degraeve of the Federal Criminal Police.
Could we talk to you about your husband, Armand de Terloo? Sure, come in.
[Mrs.
De Terloo.]
Can I offer you a cup of coffee, or [Peter.]
No, thank you.
At the rehabilitation center we were told it's been six months since you last visited your husband.
Yes, our relationship had already dwindled by the time of the accident.
Any particular reason for that? A couple.
The distance he kept his angry outbursts.
She's your daughter? Mine and my first husband's.
She's had a tough time.
Luckily, she's got good support now.
[Vicky.]
What do you mean, support? Laure has been at a psychiatric unit since the accident.
She was in the car with Armand.
She probably saw the whole thing happen.
Probably? She hasn't spoken about it to anyone.
So [dark rock music plays.]
[rock music plays over stereo.]
- [cellphone ringing.]
- [Vicky gasps.]
What's that? A hands-free car kit.
I shouldn't call while driving, you said.
- That's just as dangerous.
- [Peter into microphone.]
Peter Devriendt? - Peter? - Yes? Oh no, I can hear an echo.
[Peter.]
That's the car kit.
[Paulien.]
Whoa, trendy.
Tell me.
[Paulien.]
I've found something on De Terloo.
It may be nothing, but The next commandment is adultery, right? [Peter.]
Yes.
[Paulien.]
Seven years ago, De Terloo was involved in an incident at a playground.
A mother filed a complaint because he touched her daughter "in an unusual way.
" [Peter.]
An unusual way, that's like saying [Paulien.]
Intimately.
Yes.
And did it come to anything? [Paulien.]
No, there was no evidence and the daughter said it wasn't true.
Or she didn't dare say it was true, I don't know.
They just drew up a complaint report.
That's all.
OK.
[Pauline.]
Peter, I hear an echo.
It's very annoying.
I'm hanging up.
Bye.
What age was Laure at the time of the accident? Eleven? [mysterious music plays.]
[Peter.]
Hello, Mr.
De Terloo.
[Peter.]
There you go.
We've just spoken to your wife.
[Peter.]
Your wife.
And she showed us a picture of you and her daughter.
Laure.
Pretty girl, isn't she? [Peter.]
Did you get along well with her? And The incident, seven years ago, in the playground What should we make of that? What the fuck? THOU SHALT NOT COMMIT ADULTERY [Liesbet.]
This is from Mozes? We found De Terloo's file in Marnix's car and we found this with De Terloo.
There's no doubt it's from Mozes.
We have to request the security tapes.
Or it was already in his wallet when he was admitted? How do you mean? Stoning is a biblical punishment.
- So you mean - The penny's dropped.
That's impossible.
The stoning happened long before all of his other activities.
We always assumed he was acting by numerical order.
But we may have been wrong.
It would explain why everything was going so fucking smoothly for him.
[eerie music plays.]
The one from across the alley, you know her.
Amalia.
Yes? She's got a ten-year-old daughter.
She brings the girl with her to work.
And she binges on coke.
Do you think that's normal? No.
No, that's not normal.
See you.
[electronic music plays.]
[woman.]
Hi, babe.
Hello, madam.
Hello, sir.
Vicky.
Vicky.
What are you doing here? [Felix.]
I wanted to see her.
That wasn't part of the deal.
Did we make a deal, Vicky? Why did you come and find me? [woman sniffs.]
[Peter.]
A kid in a brothel.
[Peter.]
Yeah.
What do you think social services would say about that? Montana doesn't watch, you know.
Did Sandy send you? [in English.]
Pretty Woman? [in Dutch.]
Well? She's got a son, too.
Does she bring him to work? At least I don't lie to my kid.
My kid knows what I do for a living.
She won't easily be deceived.
If I've got it right, you're assuming your daughter will follow in your footsteps? If she has as many setbacks as I've had, she probably will.
Yes.
Of course.
You've done a line.
So what? Is that one of your setbacks? Let me tell you something.
A drug addiction is not a setback.
And becoming a teen mom isn't a setback either.
Those are choices, OK? Choices.
That slut is going to pay for this.
Are you done lecturing, grandpa? I've got a costumer at 9, and I have to be home early.
My daughter's on her own.
[Peter.]
No problem.
Bye.
Bye.
[Vicky.]
Everyone acts as if the accident never happened.
But she's lying there.
Day in, day out.
In that fucking room, in that fucking care home.
Who's everyone? [Vicky.]
My father.
He only cares about his work.
That's why I came to find you, I think.
[Felix.]
And your father? He doesn't understand me and I don't understand him.
But I get it.
He's lost his wife because of me.
That's how you see it.
[Vicky.]
He does, too.
How do you know? Does he say that? I don't know what he says.
We're not on speaking terms.
[low mysterious music plays.]
[whimpering.]
[engine roars.]
[whimpering.]
Help! Help! Help! [yelling.]
[sobbing.]
[screams.]
No, no! DAD CELL WE NEED TO TALK MESSAGE SEN [cell phone vibrates.]
[Peter.]
He lay here the entire night.
He's lucky to be alive, but he won't be talking anytime soon.
And? Bob Desaeger, bank manager.
Nothing else.
[Vicky.]
Here you go.
[Peter.]
No commandment, no page from the Bible, nothing.
Maybe it's another copycat? The De Terloo case hasn't been in the papers yet.
So where would a copycat get that information? So we've got two victims? With the same modus operandi? We already know he's unpredictable.
I miss Simon.
And Marnix.
Hello, Laure.
Everything OK? Is it not too overwhelming for a child to be questioned by two cops? It's not exactly relaxing.
Yes, maybe you should go in on your own.
Me? [Peter.]
You're a woman.
She may open up to you more if you're alone.
If she's a victim of pedophilia, she may not be willing to talk when she sees an unfamiliar old man.
Don't you think? OK.
- [doctor.]
She doesn't say a lot.
- [Vicky.]
No.
Did you get the information you needed? Not really.
Does she lie sometimes? Yes, we have caught her telling small lies, but it's not compulsive.
Small lies? Yes, little white lies.
To protect her friends.
Could Laure be a victim of sexual abuse? She's never said as much, but we suspect she is.
- Have a good day.
- Thank you.
- Yes.
- Bye.
[Vicky.]
She must have witnessed the accident.
[Peter.]
We've got a search warrant.
[Mrs.
De Terloo.]
What do you think you'll find on there? It was last used before Armand's accident.
I don't even know the password.
We've got experts for that.
He didn't do something wrong, did he? I hope not.
I'll keep you updated.
[electronic music plays.]
[sinister music plays.]
Brent? Brent.
Brent, wait.
Honey, wait.
Wait, wait! Brent, wait! [fast typing on keyboard.]
[somber piano music plays.]
I met your colleague.
- He was looking for an apartment for - I know.
Charming man.
He's alright.
Your colleague said he had the feeling that you were living in the past.
Me? Who's living in the past here, Dad? Who's moving on like nothing's happened? If you live in the past, you don't feel anything.
Do you think I don't feel anything? Each time I sit next to my comatose mother, knowing it's my fault, do you think I don't feel anything? It hurts now, Dad.
Now.
- I visit Mom every day.
- Not every day.
I have to move on, Vicky.
Life goes on.
I miss my daughter.
[cell phone ringing.]
Yes, Paulien? [Paulien.]
I've found something on De Terloo's computer.
[Vicky.]
OK, I'm on my way.
[Paulien.]
How can you be like that? His computer is riddled with it.
It's sick.
- Where's Peter? - [Vicky.]
I can't reach him.
Sure you can handle it? I've seen a lot in my life.
That's nothing compared to this.
[Vicky.]
Is that Laure.
[man 1.]
Shh.
[Vicky.]
That's the bank manager.
[quiet sobbing.]
[Vicky.]
De Terloo is the one on the right.
[quiet sobbing.]
[man 1.]
Shh.
[man 2.]
Take it easy.
[Laure.]
Get off of me.
Fuck.
[pained cry.]
[screaming.]
[laughing.]
Rewind it a bit.
The third man.
[quiet sobbing.]
[Vicky.]
Who's that? [Paulien.]
No idea.
[car horn beeping.]
[doorbell ringing.]
Come on, Marnix.
Asshole.
Hey.
[loud metal music plays.]
[music stops.]
[Marnix moans.]
[Marnix grunts.]
[gasps.]
Water.
Water, please.
[grunting.]
[gasps.]
Water.
Water.
[gasping.]
I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it.
[yells.]
I'll do it! Water! Why didn't you get rid of it? How do you mean? I was in the other car.
[Felix.]
Is that why you came here? I wanted to see you.
I don't even know why.
I'm not angry or anything.
[Vicky.]
It wasn't even your fault.
And the other woman? My mother.
How is she? [Vicky.]
Hmm.
Not that great.
[Chantal.]
She's got everything she wants at home, but she's so stubborn.
[Peter.]
She wants to live her own life.
Isn't that normal? She doesn't want to be around a hysterical mother or a half-witted stepdad every day.
Are those her words? Bastard.
[Peter chortles.]
Good grief.
Her own life, that's all very well.
But is she ready for that? She's still a child, and I'm terrified about those pills.
She promised she would stop.
And who's going to keep tabs on that? We could try and trust her.
Or we don't trust her, we forbid her from living on her own and we deny her everything.
What do you think will happen? Huh? [cell phone beeping.]
Oh my.
Looks like it's a nice text.
- Yes.
- Who from? The office.
Everything will be OK.
[Peter.]
See you.
- Hysterical mom.
- Asshole.
[Peter chuckles.]
[Simon grumbles.]
Damn it.
- [Simon.]
Is Marnix around? - I haven't seen him.
Where is he? He's not answering his phone, he's not at home That's rich for someone who should be in jail.
Are you a bit agitated, Simon? Maybe he's relishing his freedom after the verdict? Maybe there are two of them.
Or more.
Two Mozeses.
[Peter scoffs.]
Are we going to keep calling him Mozes? What else? Jacques? Or Jacqueline? Briefing room.
Now.
[brooding music plays.]
[Liesbet breathing heavily.]
[Peter.]
Yes? Play it.
[Marnix.]
I was on my own.
MURDERER I followed the burglar, because because I thought he was Mozes.
I heard something behind me.
And I I turned around.
And I I fired a shot.
[Marnix sobs.]
Without warning.
He was unarmed.
[sobs.]
I killed Serge Van de Poel.
[Marnix sobs.]
Because I'm a cowardly wimp.
[Simon exhales.]
- [Simon.]
Has this gone to the press? - [Liesbet.]
Only us, for now.
- Where could that be? - It sounds like a depot.
Can you rewind it a bit? [Marnix sobs.]
I killed Serge Van de Poel.
That's a train.
A disused warehouse or a depot near the railway line.
[Peter.]
There are loads of them.
Was his car parked at home? I don't know.
What? If he's not at home, he's not at home.
I'm not going to search the whole neighborhood for that car.
This area has a lot of empty property.
You can't possibly know how far away that railway line is.
We can start there and expand the perimeter later.
I'll liaise with the local police about starting a search.
Simon.
You're coming with me.
[Simon exhales.]
Damn it.
[quiet ominous music plays.]
[Simon.]
Let's have it.
I can't stand long silences.
You lied to PSU about the warning shot.
What would you have done? [Liesbet.]
Do you know what's at stake? Not only for you, but for the entire squad.
Whatever.
Fuck you, Liesbet.
For the entire squad [shouts.]
What would you have done, huh? [Simon exhales sharply.]
[Simon.]
Come on.
Marnix, get up.
Come on, man.
Get up, come on.
Shoot.
Come on, shoot! [yells.]
Come on, Marnix.
[gunshot.]
[Liesbet.]
I can't turn a blind eye to this, Simon.
I have to inform PSU.
[Simon scoffs.]
[train horn beeps.]
[Vicky.]
This is a waste of time.
Do you have a better idea? [short groan.]
[groaning continues.]
[heavy breathing.]
[sinister music intensifies.]
[Marnix over cellphone.]
I fired a shot.
[soft sobbing over video.]
Without warning.
[sobs.]
He was unarmed.
- I killed Serge Van de Poel - [inhales sharply.]
- Because I'm a cowardly wimp.
- [gentle sobbing.]
Peter, this is Simon.
You can stop your search.
He's just turned on his phone.
[Peter scoffs.]
[Peter.]
He's at home.
[tense music plays.]
THOU SHALT NOT KILL [sharp breath.]
THOU SHALT NOT KILL - Where's Simon? - [Paulien.]
He went home.
Waiting for a second invitation from PSU.
Fuck.
Why did he have to lie? Because Simon's hard on the outside, but soft on the inside.
They want a private funeral.
Can we keep this under wraps? I'm at a loss.
What if Mozes posts that video online after all? That's a risk we'll have to take.
I won't be blackmailed.
[Liesbet.]
To avoid further speculation, I would like to read out the following statement.
[Liesbet.]
The Federal Criminal Police is devastated by Inspector Santermans' passing.
We cannot discuss further the circumstances surrounding his death, except to say that an investigation is underway.
We hope we can count on your cooperation.
Inspector Santermans was an honorable asset to our services and he will be sorely missed.
[reporter.]
Apparently, it was a suicide.
Did he act out of guilt? I'm not sure I understand.
[reporter.]
Because he shot dead that innocent man.
An internal investigation was conducted and Inspector Santermans was cleared.
Thank you.
[brooding music plays.]
[man.]
Good evening.
Mr.
Devriendt? Call me Peter.
And my apologies for the time of day.
No problem.
You're Vicky's colleague [woman 1.]
See you next week, love.
[muffled electronic music plays.]
What? Are you not right in the head? - [woman 1.]
What's wrong? - Who brings their kid to this job? Is that any of your business? What else should I do? After-school care closes at 5 p.
m.
- [woman 2.]
Maybe a babysitter? - Hey.
[scoffs.]
Do you know how expensive that is? It's a quarter of what you snort up your nose every day.
Mind your own business, slut.
Are you so much better? [in English.]
Pretty Woman? [girl in Dutch.]
Mommy.
- Yes, darling.
We're going.
- Bad mother.
[tense music plays.]
Say that again? Your kid's waiting.
Come on, darling.
[music intensifies.]
[games console music.]
[footsteps.]
[Peter.]
Ah, look who we have here.
Our math genius.
[Blue.]
Yup.
[Peter.]
Everything OK? [Blue.]
Yes.
[Peter.]
You can't get in? [Blue.]
Visitor.
So what? Aren't you allowed in then? Do you want to wait at mine? I'll [Kelly.]
Blue? What? I thought you didn't want to work for me anymore.
[Hristo.]
I want to have them brought over, now.
Yeah, it involves a lot of red tape, man.
And now, with all those refugees [Hristo.]
Listen to me carefully, mate.
I've shown that I have good will.
I've shown that I can be trusted and counted on.
I'm going to risk my life for you.
Really? What do you mean? Mozes.
[low dramatic music plays.]
[Peter.]
What do you know about Mozes? Your colleague, Marnix's car.
I know where it is.
How do you know about Marnix? Do you want to know where it is or not? [Peter.]
Yes.
I want to know everything.
[Hristo.]
You'd better sort out those documents soon.
[music intensifies.]
[Vicky.]
Hang on, I'll help you.
I can do it myself.
[Paulien shouts.]
Fuck.
Stubborn woman.
Meddler.
You're very patient.
What do you mean? How long have you wanted to ask me about it? Most people ask the second time they see me.
So? How did you end up in the wheelchair? I fancied a sugar waffle.
- [Paulien.]
Do you want anything? - No, I've just had something.
[sinister music plays.]
[man hawks.]
[man spits.]
What do you want? What do you fucking want? Why are you scowling at me? - You're going to wipe that off, mate.
- Is that so? [grunt.]
[shout.]
- [glass shattering.]
- [gunshot.]
[shallow breathing.]
It wasn't Peter's fault.
Thanks for not asking about it.
Sometimes it feels like You're just the chair, you know.
- The chair and the scar.
- [cell phone rings.]
We make a great team.
[Paulien laughs.]
Yes, Peter? [Peter.]
Did you call Forensics? [Vicky.]
Not yet.
[Vicky grunts.]
[ominous music plays.]
"THE HORIZON" REHABILITATION CENTER [Vicky.]
Armand de Terloo? Armand went to one of his building sites one evening.
They found him a few hours later under a pile of cobblestones.
His legs were crushed.
Malicious intent? [doctor.]
It was never proven.
Armand has been catatonic since the accident.
Could the stones have fallen by accident? The bulldozer those stones most probably fell out of was parked ten meters away.
[Vicky.]
Can we see him? [doctor.]
Of course.
Hi, Armand.
How are you? You've got visitors.
Hey? These two people wanted to meet you.
Hello, Mr.
De Terloo.
I am Peter Devriendt of the Federal Criminal Police and this is my colleague, Vicky Degraeve.
Would you like to tell us something? [Peter.]
I met your father.
[doorbell rings.]
My father? My daughter's looking for an apartment.
Your father's a rental agent, so Why would you do that? Well, I happened to be in the neighborhood.
Good afternoon, madam.
Peter Devriendt and Vicky Degraeve of the Federal Criminal Police.
Could we talk to you about your husband, Armand de Terloo? Sure, come in.
[Mrs.
De Terloo.]
Can I offer you a cup of coffee, or [Peter.]
No, thank you.
At the rehabilitation center we were told it's been six months since you last visited your husband.
Yes, our relationship had already dwindled by the time of the accident.
Any particular reason for that? A couple.
The distance he kept his angry outbursts.
She's your daughter? Mine and my first husband's.
She's had a tough time.
Luckily, she's got good support now.
[Vicky.]
What do you mean, support? Laure has been at a psychiatric unit since the accident.
She was in the car with Armand.
She probably saw the whole thing happen.
Probably? She hasn't spoken about it to anyone.
So [dark rock music plays.]
[rock music plays over stereo.]
- [cellphone ringing.]
- [Vicky gasps.]
What's that? A hands-free car kit.
I shouldn't call while driving, you said.
- That's just as dangerous.
- [Peter into microphone.]
Peter Devriendt? - Peter? - Yes? Oh no, I can hear an echo.
[Peter.]
That's the car kit.
[Paulien.]
Whoa, trendy.
Tell me.
[Paulien.]
I've found something on De Terloo.
It may be nothing, but The next commandment is adultery, right? [Peter.]
Yes.
[Paulien.]
Seven years ago, De Terloo was involved in an incident at a playground.
A mother filed a complaint because he touched her daughter "in an unusual way.
" [Peter.]
An unusual way, that's like saying [Paulien.]
Intimately.
Yes.
And did it come to anything? [Paulien.]
No, there was no evidence and the daughter said it wasn't true.
Or she didn't dare say it was true, I don't know.
They just drew up a complaint report.
That's all.
OK.
[Pauline.]
Peter, I hear an echo.
It's very annoying.
I'm hanging up.
Bye.
What age was Laure at the time of the accident? Eleven? [mysterious music plays.]
[Peter.]
Hello, Mr.
De Terloo.
[Peter.]
There you go.
We've just spoken to your wife.
[Peter.]
Your wife.
And she showed us a picture of you and her daughter.
Laure.
Pretty girl, isn't she? [Peter.]
Did you get along well with her? And The incident, seven years ago, in the playground What should we make of that? What the fuck? THOU SHALT NOT COMMIT ADULTERY [Liesbet.]
This is from Mozes? We found De Terloo's file in Marnix's car and we found this with De Terloo.
There's no doubt it's from Mozes.
We have to request the security tapes.
Or it was already in his wallet when he was admitted? How do you mean? Stoning is a biblical punishment.
- So you mean - The penny's dropped.
That's impossible.
The stoning happened long before all of his other activities.
We always assumed he was acting by numerical order.
But we may have been wrong.
It would explain why everything was going so fucking smoothly for him.
[eerie music plays.]
The one from across the alley, you know her.
Amalia.
Yes? She's got a ten-year-old daughter.
She brings the girl with her to work.
And she binges on coke.
Do you think that's normal? No.
No, that's not normal.
See you.
[electronic music plays.]
[woman.]
Hi, babe.
Hello, madam.
Hello, sir.
Vicky.
Vicky.
What are you doing here? [Felix.]
I wanted to see her.
That wasn't part of the deal.
Did we make a deal, Vicky? Why did you come and find me? [woman sniffs.]
[Peter.]
A kid in a brothel.
[Peter.]
Yeah.
What do you think social services would say about that? Montana doesn't watch, you know.
Did Sandy send you? [in English.]
Pretty Woman? [in Dutch.]
Well? She's got a son, too.
Does she bring him to work? At least I don't lie to my kid.
My kid knows what I do for a living.
She won't easily be deceived.
If I've got it right, you're assuming your daughter will follow in your footsteps? If she has as many setbacks as I've had, she probably will.
Yes.
Of course.
You've done a line.
So what? Is that one of your setbacks? Let me tell you something.
A drug addiction is not a setback.
And becoming a teen mom isn't a setback either.
Those are choices, OK? Choices.
That slut is going to pay for this.
Are you done lecturing, grandpa? I've got a costumer at 9, and I have to be home early.
My daughter's on her own.
[Peter.]
No problem.
Bye.
Bye.
[Vicky.]
Everyone acts as if the accident never happened.
But she's lying there.
Day in, day out.
In that fucking room, in that fucking care home.
Who's everyone? [Vicky.]
My father.
He only cares about his work.
That's why I came to find you, I think.
[Felix.]
And your father? He doesn't understand me and I don't understand him.
But I get it.
He's lost his wife because of me.
That's how you see it.
[Vicky.]
He does, too.
How do you know? Does he say that? I don't know what he says.
We're not on speaking terms.
[low mysterious music plays.]
[whimpering.]
[engine roars.]
[whimpering.]
Help! Help! Help! [yelling.]
[sobbing.]
[screams.]
No, no! DAD CELL WE NEED TO TALK MESSAGE SEN [cell phone vibrates.]
[Peter.]
He lay here the entire night.
He's lucky to be alive, but he won't be talking anytime soon.
And? Bob Desaeger, bank manager.
Nothing else.
[Vicky.]
Here you go.
[Peter.]
No commandment, no page from the Bible, nothing.
Maybe it's another copycat? The De Terloo case hasn't been in the papers yet.
So where would a copycat get that information? So we've got two victims? With the same modus operandi? We already know he's unpredictable.
I miss Simon.
And Marnix.
Hello, Laure.
Everything OK? Is it not too overwhelming for a child to be questioned by two cops? It's not exactly relaxing.
Yes, maybe you should go in on your own.
Me? [Peter.]
You're a woman.
She may open up to you more if you're alone.
If she's a victim of pedophilia, she may not be willing to talk when she sees an unfamiliar old man.
Don't you think? OK.
- [doctor.]
She doesn't say a lot.
- [Vicky.]
No.
Did you get the information you needed? Not really.
Does she lie sometimes? Yes, we have caught her telling small lies, but it's not compulsive.
Small lies? Yes, little white lies.
To protect her friends.
Could Laure be a victim of sexual abuse? She's never said as much, but we suspect she is.
- Have a good day.
- Thank you.
- Yes.
- Bye.
[Vicky.]
She must have witnessed the accident.
[Peter.]
We've got a search warrant.
[Mrs.
De Terloo.]
What do you think you'll find on there? It was last used before Armand's accident.
I don't even know the password.
We've got experts for that.
He didn't do something wrong, did he? I hope not.
I'll keep you updated.
[electronic music plays.]
[sinister music plays.]
Brent? Brent.
Brent, wait.
Honey, wait.
Wait, wait! Brent, wait! [fast typing on keyboard.]
[somber piano music plays.]
I met your colleague.
- He was looking for an apartment for - I know.
Charming man.
He's alright.
Your colleague said he had the feeling that you were living in the past.
Me? Who's living in the past here, Dad? Who's moving on like nothing's happened? If you live in the past, you don't feel anything.
Do you think I don't feel anything? Each time I sit next to my comatose mother, knowing it's my fault, do you think I don't feel anything? It hurts now, Dad.
Now.
- I visit Mom every day.
- Not every day.
I have to move on, Vicky.
Life goes on.
I miss my daughter.
[cell phone ringing.]
Yes, Paulien? [Paulien.]
I've found something on De Terloo's computer.
[Vicky.]
OK, I'm on my way.
[Paulien.]
How can you be like that? His computer is riddled with it.
It's sick.
- Where's Peter? - [Vicky.]
I can't reach him.
Sure you can handle it? I've seen a lot in my life.
That's nothing compared to this.
[Vicky.]
Is that Laure.
[man 1.]
Shh.
[Vicky.]
That's the bank manager.
[quiet sobbing.]
[Vicky.]
De Terloo is the one on the right.
[quiet sobbing.]
[man 1.]
Shh.
[man 2.]
Take it easy.
[Laure.]
Get off of me.
Fuck.
[pained cry.]
[screaming.]
[laughing.]
Rewind it a bit.
The third man.
[quiet sobbing.]
[Vicky.]
Who's that? [Paulien.]
No idea.