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13 COMMANDMENTS

Come on, Marnix. Asshole.

Water. Water. Please.

Water.

Water, please.

I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it!

Why didn't you get rid of it?

How do you mean?

I was in the other car.

Is that why you came here?

I wanted to see you.

I don't even know why.
I'm not angry or anything.

You weren't even at fault.

What about the other woman?

My mother.

How is she?

Not that great.

She's got everything she wants at home,
but she's so stubborn.

She wants to live her own life.
It's only normal.

She doesn't want to be around
a hysterical mother

and a half-witted stepdad all the time.

Are those her words?

Bastard.

- Good grief.
- Her own life, that's all fine and dandy.

But is she ready for that?

She's still a child,
and I'm terrified of 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 then?

Oh my. Looks like a pleasant text.

- Yes.
- Who from?

The office.

Everything will be okay. See you.

- Hysterical mum.
- Asshole.

Bloody hell.

- 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 judgment?

Maybe there are two of them. Or more.

Two Moseses.

Are we going to keep calling him Moses?

What else? Jacques? Or Jacqueline?

Briefing room. Now.

Yes?

Play it.

I was on my own.

I followed the burglar

because I thought he was Moses.

I heard a noise behind me.

And I...

I turned around.

And I...

I fired a shot.

Without warning.

He was unarmed.

I killed Serge Vandepoel...

...because I'm a cowardly wimp.

- Has this gone to the press?
- He's only sent it to us.

- Where could that be?
- It sounds like a depot.

Can you rewind it a bit?

I killed Serge Vandepoel.

That's a train. A disused warehouse
or a depot near the railway line.

There are loads of them.

- Was his car parked at home?
- I don't know.

What? If someone's not home, you don't go
searching the neighbourhood for their car.

This area has a lot of empty property.

You can't possibly know
how far away the railway line is.

We can start there,
and expand the perimeter later.

I'll confer with local police
to start a search.

Simon?

You're coming with me.

Bloody hell.

Let's have it.
I can't stand long silences.

You lied to Professional Standards
about the warning shot.

What would you have done?

Do you know what's at stake?

Not only for yourself,
but for the entire squad.

Whatever...

Fuck you, Liesbet.

For the entire squad?
What would you have done?

Come on.

Marnix, get up. Come on, man.

Get up.

Shoot.

Come on, shoot!

Come on, Marnix!

I can't turn a blind eye to this, Simon.

I have to inform PSU.

- This is a waste of time.
- Do you have a better idea?

I fired a shot.

Without warning.

He was unarmed.

I killed Serge Vandepoel,

because I'm a cowardly wimp.

Peter, Simon here.
You can stop your search.

He's switched his phone on.

He's at home.

Thou shalt not kill

- Where's Simon?
- He's at 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 Moses
posts that video online after all?

We'll have to take that risk.

I won't be blackmailed.

To avoid further speculation, I would
like to read out the following statement.

The Federal Criminal Police are devastated
by Inspector Santermans' passing.

We can't disclose any details
about the circumstances of his death,

except that an investigation is underway.

We hope we can count on your serenity.

Inspector Santermans
was an honourable asset to our services

and he will be sorely missed.

Apparently it was a suicide.
Did he act out of guilt?

I'm not sure I understand.

Because he shot dead that innocent man.

An internal investigation was conducted

and Inspector Santermans
was cleared of blame.

Thank you.

- Good evening. Mr Devriendt?
- Call me Peter.

And my apologies for the time of day.

No problem.
As you're Vicky's colleague...

What?

- Are you not right in the head?
- What's wrong?

Who brings their kid to this kind of job?

Is that any of your business?

What else should I do?
After-school care closes at 5 pm.

- Ever heard of babysitters?
- Money doesn't grow on trees, you know.

They cost a quarter
of what you snort up your nose every day.

Mind your own business, slut.

Are you so much better than me?

- Pretty Woman?
- Mummy?

- Yes, darling. We're going.
- You're a bad mother.

Say that again.

Your kid's waiting.

Come on, darling.

Look who we have here. Our maths genius.

- Everything okay?
- Yes.

- You can't get in?
- Visitor.

Aren't you allowed in then?

Do you want to wait at mine?

I'll...

Blue?

What?

You said you didn't want
to work for me anymore.

I want to have them brought over, now.

It involves a lot of red tape, man.

- And with all the refugees now...
- Listen to me carefully, mate.

I showed my good will.
I showed I can be trusted and counted on.

I'm risking my life for you.

Really? What do you mean?

Moses.

What do you know about Moses?

Your colleague's car. Marnix.
I know where it is.

How did you know about Marnix?

Do you want to know
where the car is or not?

Sure.

I want to know everything.

You'd better sort out
those documents soon.

- Hang on. I'll help you.
- I can do it.

- Stubborn cow.
- Meddler.

You're very patient.

How 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.

- Do you want anything?
- No, I've just had something.

What was that for?

What do you think?
Why are you scowling at me?

- You're going to wipe that off, mate.
- Is that so?

It wasn't Peter's fault.

Thanks for not asking.
Sometimes it feels like...

...you're just the chair, you know.

The chair and the scar.

We make a good team.

Yes, Peter?

- Have you rung Forensics?
- No, not yet.

Armand de Terloo...

Armand went
to one of his building sites one evening,

and they found him a few hours later
under a pile of cobblestones.

- His legs were crushed.
- Malicious intent?

It was never proven, but Armand
has been catatonic since the accident.

Could the stones have fallen by accident?

The bulldozer
those stones probably fell out of,

was parked ten metres away.

Can we see him?

Of course.

Hello, Armand. How are you?

You've got visitors.

These two people wanted to meet you.

Hello, Mr de Terloo.

I am Peter Devriendt
from the Federal Criminal Police.

This is my colleague, Vicky Degraeve.

Would you like to tell us something?

I met your father.

My father?

My daughter's looking for a flat.
Your father's a letting agent, so...

Why did you do that?

Well, I happened to be in the area.

Good afternoon.

Peter Devriendt and Vicky Degraeve
from the Federal Criminal Police.

Could we talk to you about your husband,
Armand de Terloo?

Sure. Come in.

- Can I offer you coffee or...
- No, thank you.

At the rehabilitation centre,

we were told it's been six months
since you last visited your husband.

Our relationship had already dwindled
at the time of the accident.

Any particular reason for that?

A couple.

He had become distant.

He had 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.
- How 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.

What's that?

A handsfree car kit.
I shouldn't call whilst driving, you said.

- That's just as dangerous.
- Yes, Peter Devriendt?

- Peter?
- Yes?

- Oh no, I can hear an echo.
- That's the car kit.

- Whoa, trendy.
- Tell me.

I've found something about De Terloo.

It may be nothing,

but the next commandment
is adultery, isn't it?

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".

- An unusual way, that's like saying...
- Intimately.

- Yes, and did it come to anything?
- No. No evidence,

and the daughter said it wasn't true.

Or she daren't say it was true,
I don't know.

They just drew up a complaint report.
That's it.

Okay.

Peter, I hear an echo.
It's very annoying. I'm hanging up.

How old was Laure
at the time of the accident?

Eleven?

Hello, Mr de Terloo.

There you go.

We've just spoken to your wife.

Your wife.

She showed us a photo of you
and her daughter.

Laure. Pretty girl, isn't she?

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

This is from Moses?

We found De Terloo's file in Marnix' car
and we found this with De Terloo.

There's no doubt it's from Moses.

We have to request the camera footage.

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.

Maybe we were wrong.

It explains why everything was
going so fucking smoothly for him.

The one from across the alley.
You know her. Amalia.

- Yes?
- She's got a ten-year-old daughter.

She brings her with her to work.
And she binges on coke.

Do you think that's normal?

No.

That's not normal.

See you.

- Hi, babe.
- Hello, madam.

Hello, sir.

Vicky?

Vicky?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see her.

That wasn't the arrangement.

Do we have arrangements, Vicky?

Why did you come and find me?

You bring your kid to a brothel.

What do you think
Social Services will say about that?

Montana doesn't watch, you know.

Did Sandy send you?

Pretty Woman?

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 be easily 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 snorted.

So what?

Is that one of your setbacks?

Let me tell you something.
A drug addiction is not a setback.

And becoming a teenage mum
isn't a setback either.

Those are choices, okay?

Choices.

That slut is so going to pay for this.

Are you done lecturing, grandpa?

I've got a punter at 9, and I have to be
home early. My daughter's on her own.

No problem.

- Bye.
- Bye.

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"?

My father. He only cares about work.

That's why...

I came to find you, I think.

What about 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.

He does too.

How do you know? Does he say that?

I don't know what he's saying.
We're not on speaking terms.

Help!

Help!

Help!

No! No!

To: Dad
We need to talk.

He lay here the entire night.

He's lucky to be alive,
but he won't be talking any time soon.

- And?
- Bob Desaeger, bank manager.

Nothing apart from that.

Here you go.

No commandment,
no page from the Bible, nothing.

Maybe it's another copycat?

The De Terloo case
hasn't been in the papers,

so where would
a copycat get that information?

So we've got two victims,
with the same MO?

We already know he's unpredictable.

I miss Simon.

And Marnix.

Hello, Laure.

Everything okay?

Is it not too overwhelming for a child
to be questioned by two cops?

It's not exactly relaxing.

Maybe you should go in on your own.

- Me?
- You're a woman.

She may open up to you more
if you're alone.

If she's a victim of paedophilia,

she may clam up
when she sees an unfamiliar old man?

Don't you think?

Okay.

- She doesn't say a lot, does she?
- No.

Did you get the information you needed?

Not really.

Does she lie sometimes?

We have caught her telling small lies,
but it's not compulsive.

- Small lies?
- 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.

Bye.

- She must have witnessed the accident.
- We've got a search warrant.

What do you think you'll find on there?
It was last used before the accident.

- I don't even know the password.
- We've got experts for that.

- Did he do something wrong?
- I hope not. I will keep you informed.

Brent? Wait. Wait.

Wait! Wait!

Brent. Brent. Wait. Wait!

I met your colleague.
He was looking for a flat for...

I know.

Charming man.

He's alright.

Your colleague said he had the feeling
you were living in the past.

Me?

Who's living in the past, Dad?

Who's moving on
like nothing 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 Mum every day.

Not every day.

I need to move on, Vicky. Life goes on.

I miss my daughter.

Yes, Paulien?

I've found something
on De Terloo's computer.

Okay, I'm on my way.

How can you do such a thing?

The computer is riddled with it.
It's sick.

- Where's Peter?
- I can't reach him.

- Are you sure you can handle it?
- I've seen a lot in my life.

That's nothing compared to this.

- Who is that?
- Laure.

That's the bank manager.

And De Terloo is the one on the right.

Take it easy.

Fuck.

Rewind it a bit. The third man.

- Who is that?
- No idea.