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Previously on Public Enemy...

In 24 hours
B�ranger will be moved to Vielsart.

- What's it to me?
- You'll run the operation.

- It was in his pocket
- Brother Lucas will look after you.

Welcome to Vielsart.

- How many exits?
- Two.

The one you've just used and another
one used only by the porter.

The abbey is
surrounded by forest.

Tomorrow we'll be brewing
not just beer, but abbey beer.

Do you think people want to spend
their weekend with Guy B�ranger?

- He doesn't belong here!
- Where, then?

Where he was!

He's lying.

His last victim
was named Aur�lien.

He was ten.

He had no blood left in him.

No�mie...

No�mie!

The Van Assche girl has disappeared.
There are cops everywhere.

We must find her
before the press find out.

Who uses these?

- Vincent
- My brother.

Stay right here.

What's inside?

Jiro!

- Who found her?
- Marianne.

- Did you get here first?
- Yes.

We'll take your, prints.
No unauthorised access on this road.

Note every car that passes by here.

Everyone is to take
the same way in and out.

Check everyone's ID.
Got it?

I don't believe it!

She looks asleep.

PUBLIC ENEMY

Blessed be God
who lives for ever.

Blessed be his reign.

For he both
punishes and pardons.

He both punishes and saves.
No one can escape his hand.

Blessed be his reign.

Ora et labora.

- Pray and work.
- Exactly.

Prayer and work.
Each monk must make himself useful.

"No one will judge what is useful
for oneself, but what is useful for all."

That's right.

And in "labora" there is "or a".

Even in work we seek to pray.

When will I start my novitiate?

- Your mind must constantly meditate.
- Of course.

- How long have you taken Clozapine?
- It doesn't matter.

- If so, you can tell me.
- Must I tell you?

No.
Of course not.

Five years.

Are you an expert on neuroleptics?

No, that's not my area.

I envy you, you know.

- Why?
- I also wanted to be a doctor.

- I didn't know.
- How could you know?

You know what fascinates me
in medicine?

No.

It's meat.

- I'm sorry?
- Yes.

Inside it's meat.
And electricity.

Don't you think it's fascinating?

That's not the way I see it.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Of course.

After the office today,
you stayed behind to pray.

- Yes.
- Why?

Some prayers are communal,
some are private.

And why do you pray?

- To ask for guidance.
- Really?

Does it work?

Occasionally, yes.

Did you want to discuss neuroleptics?

No.
Another time.

I enjoy our conversations,
you know.

Marianne...

- Who looks after this chapel?
- More or less everyone.

Local people
bring candles sometimes.

Strollers come here too.

- People have always come this way.
- Do you often come here?

Well, that depends on Jiro.

He leads me!

You can go.

I'll let you know
if we need anything.

Jiro!

We're done.

- Anything on the girl?
- No blood.

We taped the clothes
but I doubt we'll get anything.

- No hairs or fibres.
- And the chapel?

We have at least 30 prints,
partial or complete.

DNA, fibres... I'll send it to the lab
but it'll take a few weeks.

Thanks.

Hang on...

- About thirty prints, you said?
- Yes.

Did you see this?

- No. Why?
- Nothing.

It's weird.

I've seen weirder crime scenes.

Judith Stassart,
our forensic expert.

Stassart?

Did you know her?

Yes.

She goes to my son's school.

- Did she suffer?
- Impossible to say for now.

The autopsy will show.

No rigor mortis.

Body temperature
is the same as the place.

- Meaning?
- She's been dead over 24 hours.

Exactly.

She's had a blow to the head.

Was it the cause of death?

Maybe.

- The body has been moved.
- What do you mean?

Look...

The path is covered with leaves.

Tyre tracks don't show.

Everyone can come in this chapel
and leave traces.

Except for her.
She left none.

She was killed elsewhere
and brought here.

It's cool of you to pick me up.
Thanks.

What's wrong?

Shall we go?

What?

You know what you are?

- A parasite.
- What?

Each time I try to build something,
you come and stuff it up.

I didn't do anything!

You can't help yourself.

You wake up thinking
"Let's go and piss off my brother."

Bloody hell, no...

Look at me.

Look at me!

I'm trying to make it work for us.

But a brother in the clink is like
a big stain that won't come off.

I didn't do anything.

- Just a bit of poaching with mates.
- A bit of poaching...

We didn't know the
kid would go missing.

How could you be so fucking dump?
You attacked a cop, cretin.

I panicked.

I don't even get
why they let you go.

They didn't, really.

I can't carry a gun
or leave the village before the trial.

I gave your name and address
as guarantor.

What else could I do?

You'd better keep
your nose clean, okay?

Stay at home as long
as necessary.

But the slightest stuff up
and you're out.

Understand?

What about the meat?

Do you think
they seized that too?

I suppose they have.

So, tell me...

Murder.

The forensic expert says
she died over 24 hours ago.

The night she disappeared.

I knew this guy
would mess everything up.

Right.
You'll question B�ranger.

- But discreetly.
- Okay.

It won't be necessary.

- Chlo� Muller.
- I know who she is.

- Why are you here?
- I asked her.

B�ranger can't have
left the abbey.

In 24 hours, the whole country
will be talking about it.

All eyes will be on Vielsart.

I don't give a damn who you are
and what you get up to in Brussels.

This is my turf. My town.
My jurisdiction.

Understood?

Sir, I feel that Inspector Muller's
help can be a real asset to my team.

If you wish.
But I warn you...

You're only an observer.

Inspector Charlier
heads the operation.

Do you understand?

Understood, sir.

Have you informed the parents?

Not yet.

Do it as soon as
you're done here.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

You're in charge, aren't you?

Jonathan? Am�lia?

What are you doing?

- Where's your brother?
- I don't know.

Jonathan...

Yes?

I told you not to leave your sister.
Where were you?

In my room.

What if something had gone wrong?

I wanted to surprise you.

I'm sorry.

- Do you want one?
- What are they?

- Cookies.
- Yes, thanks.

Very nice.

Hail Mary...

full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed be
the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

I have to lock up.

Why?

Because it's time.

You always lock up at this time?

Yes.

When I was young,
churches were always open.

This one too.

- Really?
- Yes.

This is a parish church.

People come once a week usually.

Obviously, we have
to lock up now.

Am I in your way?

Sorry.

Chlo�...

Chlo�...

Chlo�...

What are you doing here?

I heard you scream.

Sorry.

Yes...

Okay... thanks.

We know now the girl left
in the middle of the night.

We found the piece
of Rubix cube here.

She left of her own free will but
couldn't have done this distance alone.

He killed her and brought her
in a car to the chapel.

We know she died
during the night.

No street lighting.
The chapel isn't visible from the road.

What are you getting at?

There are no GPS records for this area.
All I found was a map from 1967.

- Everyone here knows the chapel.
- Exactly.

Whoever did this
knows the area perfectly.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen.,
please...

Ladies and gentlemen, please...

Thank you.

Yesterday at 6.30 a.m. the body
of No�mie Van Assche was found

near the Ransi�res road,
in the Houbaye forest.

It all points to murder.
That's all we know.

An autopsy will be done to shed light
on a tragedy that affects us all.

We have no suspect yet.
An investigation is underway.

That's all.
Thank you.

When was the murder
committed exactly?

- Have you questioned B�ranger?
- He's not a suspect.

- But you'll question him?
- That's all. Thank you.

Please, sir...

Please...

- Don't!
- Let go of me.

You're the one who killed her!

You did nothing to protect us
from that monster!

Nothing!

Yesterday at 6:30 a.m.,
the body of Noerrue Van Assche was found

near the Ransi�res road,
in Houbaye forest.

It all points to murder.
That's all we know.

An autopsy will be done to shed light
on a tragedy that affects us all.

We have no suspect yet.
An investigation is underway.

News of No�mie's death
has provoked outrage in Vielsart.

It's occurred less than a week after
Guy B�ranger's controversial arrival...

- Hello?
- Doctor Kauffman?

Yes.

Hello, it's Brother Lucas
from Vielsart Abbey.

What do you want?

I supervise Guy B�ranger's
medical care.

Wasn't he your patient
while in prison?

- Why do you ask?
- I'd like us to meet.

He's no longer my problem.
Don't bother me again.

Wait...

It's in regard to the Clozapine.

Doctor Kauffmann...

Can you write this down?

She died from an
intracranial haemorrhage.

I noted a linear hematoma
at the base of the skull,

at the medulla oblongata,

compatible with a blow
from a blunt instrument.

No signs of sexual assault.

No physical abuse other than
a few lesions on the forearm.

- Self-defence?
- That was my thought.

He washed her hair.

Sorry?

Usually bodies are found in bins,
in riverbeds...

Not in a chapel.

He brushed her hair.

He took care of her
after killing her.

He washed her face,
even cleaned her nails.

Why?

Most perverts want
to prolong the act

and spend time with their victim,
even dead.

- Some speak to them.
- Who would do that?

Someone who's crossed the line
and can't go back.

Someone who'll strike again.

There's more.

I thought it was a birthmark.
Then I realised the cut was too fresh.

It was so small
I had to cut a few hairs.

Simon Bertholet, 1986.

B�ranger's first victim.

The sign on his foot.

Am�lie Verdien.

Cl�ment Honcieux.

Kevin Lefort.

Aur�lien Sterckx.

The same mark
on different parts of the body.

No�mie Van Assche.

I knew it.

I've just announced B�ranger
isn't a suspect. Now you bring me this?

- It may not be him.
- Enough.

Do what you should have done
from the start.

I want you to question him.
I want a confession.

Find out how he was able to
get out of that fucking abbey!

You should have listened to me.

- Body of Christ.
- Amen.

Guy B�ranger.

It's 11:30 a.m.
You're under arrest.

I imagined someone different.

That's preconceptions for you.

So it seems.

I read your file and your conclusions.

You described B�ranger as irreparably
disconnected from the world,

unfit for society.

A typical narcissistic pervert.

You were one of the psychiatrists
who testified during the trial, right?

I treated B�ranger for ten years.

At first, he was polite.
Distant, but polite.

He'd look at me silently
with his owlish eyes.

Eventually he opened up.
I thought I was making progress.

- Then there was the incident.
- What incident?

Costa, the warden in block C.

Soon after B�ranger's arrival, he became
depressed and went on sick leave.

His sister found him in his garage.
He'd hung himself.

We never found a link with B�ranger,
but I knew it was him.

How?

Things he said.
He didn't even try to hide it.

He probably thought it was his right.

Is that why you gave him Clozapine?

B�ranger is a dangerous psychopath.
He belongs in solitary confinement.

He can't be cured
because he's not sick.

I don't understand.

When you wake up every morning,
you make coffee greet your neighbours...

That's how you're wired.

B�ranger wakes up
full of anger and frustration.

- He wants revenge.
- For what?

For being different.

Look around you.
Human nature is governed by emotions.

He can't understand them.
It frustrates him.

So he wants to destroy them.

That's partly why he kills.

That's how he's wired.

You want to know
why I prescribed him Clozapine?

To put out the fire.

We can't change him.
But we must at least keep people safe.

If I had to do it again, I would.
Without hesitation.

You can't cure him.

No one can.

I know what I'm talking about.

He'll manipulate you.

He's already started.

- What's in this?
- Answers.

Do me a favour, open it later.

- I'll return it to you.
- Keep it.

Who knows...
Maybe I'll be able to sleep now.

You know your rights.
You confirm you don't want a lawyer?

Yes, I confirm that.

Can you tell us
what you did on Friday night

between 8 p.m. and midnight?

I was reading in my cell.

What were you reading?

The Divine Comedy, Purgatorio.
Do you know it?

What time was that?

I'd say I read from
9:15 to 11:45 p.m.

- That's specific.
- I have a good memory.

Did you know that Vielsart abbey
was a prison during the Revolution?

During the Siege of Namur,
they burned 40 monks alive.

Including the abbot.

The others were spared.

We're getting nowhere.

The militia later raised the walls,
fortified the gates

and isolated the church
from the village.

No one could go in or out.

- You smoke, right?
- Yes.

- Did you go out for a smoke that night?
- Like every night.

- What time was that?
- 9 p.m.

- Did you see anything?
- Not much.

I saw the sacristan locking up
the church. He seemed nervous.

What's his name?

I can't remember.

I thought you had a good memory.

Brother Thomas.

Now I've answered your questions,

can you tell me why exactly
I in being questioned?

No, I told you.
There are two points of entry.

The main one,
constantly guarded by two police,

and the one at the old caretaker's lodge
but it's been locked for years.

Nobody but you has those keys?

No, no one.

Apart from this lady here.
There's no way out.

So you 'didn't see anything unusual
that night?

No nothing special.

I couldn't find my cat for a while.
But that happens several times a week.

I found him outside near the fishpond.

Animals are wild creatures.

They can't stay cooped
up inside all day.

The first office
starts at six in the morning.

The last one
finishes around 8.50 p.m.

Then Brother Thomas tidies
everything up and goes to bed.

Like all of us.

Thomas... This is the police who
want to ask you a few questions.

What were you doing
from Friday night to Saturday?

Why?

Don't worry.
Its their job to ask questions.

No�mie Van Assche
went missing that night.

I tidied up the church
and locked up.

Like every night.

- Anything unusual?
- I don't think so.

Did you cross paths
with B�ranger?

Yes, perhaps.

We have to cross paths
with him all the time now.

If you don't mind,
I have a lot of work to do.

What's in here?

Storage.

Wine for the mass,
hosts for the Eucharist.

Nobody saw or heard anything.

- And the officers on duty?
- Nothing either.

I also checked all
around the wall.

I didn't find a single trace.

- I don't get how he did it.
- If he did.

What?

You saw the mark.

B�ranger didn't leave.

Someone posing as him did.
I must talk to him.

What about Henrart?

You're an "observer", remember?

Just a little chat.
It won't be an interrogation.

Where did you find her?

In a chapel in the forest.

- In a forest?
- Yes.

Cause of death?

Subdural hematoma.

Do you have kids,
Inspector Charlier?

This must be hard for you.

It's such a small village.

You must have known her well.

That's interesting.

He carved the sign, but...

there's no trace of blood
in the incision.

So?

Whoever did it
etched the sign after killing her.

I did it before.

You know.

I recently read that
there are two types of police officer.

The deserter and the scout.

Deserters can't stand
corpses or blood.

They eventually realise this
and end up in a desk job.

Scouts are quite the opposite.

Corpses, blood...

none of that bothers them.

In a way,
they hope it will last forever.

I was wondering,
Inspector Charlier...

Which one are you?

The scout or the deserter?

We ask the questions here.

I was only trying to help.

Will that be all?

Anything else?

Whoever did this is good.

But he's a novice.

- He tries to copy me.
- Why should I believe you?

Because you already know that.

You're the scout.

That's all.

- When was the murder committed?
- Has B�ranger been questioned?

Guy B�ranger isn't a suspect.

- But you'll question him?
- That's all. Thank you.

Guy B�ranger was
found guilty in 1996

and given a life sentence
which means here 30 years in prison...

Go to your room.
I'll be up.

He served 20 years
and was released on parole.

The Sentence Enforcement Court

ruled in favour of a
rehabilitation scheme...

I thought you'd be at the site.

It's over.

No one came to work today,
no one will come tomorrow.

The province will withdraw
and I'll be screwed.

- It will work out.
- Really?

Look.

That's been on
every channel all morning.

Look at me.

Promise you wont repeat this.
My job's at stake here.

- What?
- Promise.

I promise.

We found something in the autopsy.

It's B�ranger.

- What did you find?
- I've already said too much.

Despite the unrest,

the people of Vielsart
have decided to assemble

for a wake to pay homage
to No�mie Van Assche

near the chapel
where the girl's body was found.

EACH BODY BRANDED WITH THIS SIGN

GRIM DISCOVERY OF CHILD'S BODY

B�RANGER'S TRIAL BEGINS

ALL BELGIUM MOURNS

Look.

Shit.

B�ranger is there every time.

He wants to see people suffer.

He blends into the crowd
to see what it's like.

Why does he come back?

He wants to remember that moment.

He wants to take something with him.

A trophy.

Do you have a camera?

- Sorry about earlier.
- Why?

For losing my cool.

- It's no big deal.
- It is.

I'd never seen a corpse before.

Especially not a child's.

It's funny.

When I was young,

I'd watch the cops in movies.

They'd be chasing some guy
down the highway,

shooting at them,
solving mysteries.

I watched all of that...

and wanted to be like them.

I don't know if I'm cut out for this.

You did a good job today.

Why did you become a cop?

It's all I know.

This brewery has been in our family
for four generations.

My granddad had 15 employees.

15 was a lot at the time.

He delivered the beer himself.

Sometimes he'd let me and
my brothers drive the truck.

They let him go, Patrick.

What?

They questioned him and let him go.
He's probably at the abbey now.

But it's definitely him.

They didn't find anything.

So it's over.

There may be a solution.

B�ranger is to join the novitiate.

So he's under the authority
of a master of novices.

Okay, great. So what?

If this master deems
he has no place in the abbey,

the board will have to meet
and B�ranger could be expelled.

I've just called
for the board to convene soon.

Who's the master of novices?

You're not going to like it.

11 December 1996.

3 January 1997.

Let's go.

Excuse me, let me through.

Let me through!
Excuse me.

Shit.