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Are you saying there's a cannibal on the loose?

Fucking mind blowing.

I still have something from my lawyer. A mediation proposal.

Who is that gentleman?

A friend of mom's. -Not a friend of yours?

You let him go to his sweetheart.

Better this way than sneaking out at night.

Thanks for talking to him.

Marie Vrancken was my mother. She was my everything.

But to the rest of the world she was unimportant.

Today I am no longer invisible and I have a responsibility

to bring those who have been forgotten back into the light.

He begs on the street. Can't we help him?

Once I have isolated the virus, I will

need a new subject to test the virus on.

But you also stole a gold brooch from our mother.

I'm not your buddy, I'm your dad.

Not for long. I'll get a new one anyway. -It's enough like this.

One that doesn't shoot children upside down.

Hey guys, come on.

Excuse me?

There's something wrong with my badge, I think. Sir?

A very strange murder case in Ostend today.

The victim was a doorman in an office building.

His body was perfectly preserved

and arranged like a statue at his

desk as if he was simply working.

Dozens of people walked past the man every day

for literally days and no one noticed he was dead.

The time has finally come, mother. Finally the world is going to discover my work.

Finally they're going to see what needs to be seen, mother.

Where is Styx?

I don't know where he is.

He doesn't answer and I need to speak to him urgently. Now.

He ran away yesterday and I don't know where.

Did something happen?

I don't know where he is. That's all.

Are you going to lock daddy up? -Fran...

What do you mean, Frannie?

She means: Are you going to arrest him?

Why would I arrest him?

So that's him?

Mom visited him in the hospital. Dad didn't like that.

That's okay. -It's your fault daddy isn't here.

You don't know what you're saying. -They'll put him in jail soon.

He doesn't deserve better. -Not true.

Hopefully they keep him there forever. -No, you're mean.

You must file a complaint. -Vic provoked him too.

That boy is fifteen, Styx is a grown man. You have to report him.

Isabelle, what you just told us is serious.

Are you going to file a complaint?

The last thing the family needs right now is a child welfare investigation.

I will go with you personally.

I know Raf. He is not himself.

He would never hurt a child, let alone Vic. You know that too, don't you, Lina?

Good.

I hope you're not blind to... -I know what I'm doing.

We'll talk later.

Yes. Ciao. -Day.

Does it hurt? -Yes.

I'll put some more ointment on it.

Thanks, mom.

For what? -That you threw him out.

I'm sure your dad really regrets it.

Sorry.

Have you seen his eyes? And those veins in his neck?

I know, honey.

I don't know what it is, but I hope he sees a doctor soon.

To the fucking psychologist.

So, hopefully that helps.

Can I leave tonight?

I thought you were in pain? -Just to Julie.

You are still punished. -Are you going to whine about that again?

Now suddenly I'm no longer mother of the year, but now I'm a saw?

Mom, I found that thing on the street and I wanted to give it back. No more.

How many times do I have to say that?

Otherwise, invite her over for dinner.

I don't know if that... -It's fun, isn't it?

Or are we not allowed to see her?

Are you ashamed of her? -No of course not.

Or are you ashamed of us? -No.

Are you ashamed of us? -No, neither.

That is setteled then.

The day after tomorrow. -I will see.

And this evening? -Would you go to bed early?

Sleep well. -Sleep well.

Hey.

What are we doing there? -I could ask you the same thing.

You made it cozy here. -I haven't gotten around to decorating yet.

How did you even find me? My phone?

Be careful, your hand. -Goddamnit.

You don't see a stitch here either.

Turn off the light. God... Lina, take that off.

What's wrong with you? -Nothing.

You do not look good. -That's why I want to sit in the dark.

Stop making fun of me.

What do you have? -An infection.

An infection. -Yes. With one or the other.

In any case, stay there. They don't know what it is yet.

She? -My doctor.

So you've already been to the doctor.

Did he also say something about you attacking little boys?

Have you been to my house? -Ah yes.

How is Vic? -How do you think he is?

I never knew you to be violent.

Lina, why are you here? To lecture me? What is it?

Here.

I should have believed you.

You have seen the perpetrator in person.

You found the bullet he fired at you.

I hope your doctor has a pill for you. You're going to lead that investigation.

...it can be done very easily here.

Mom doesn't really feel like playing today.

Do you still think about that boy?

It's weird. He left without saying anything.

Oh, people living on the streets...

Maybe after a good night's sleep he decided this wasn't for him after all.

He didn't sleep in the bed.

Maybe he just needed a good meal.

We can offer our help, but you never

know if it will be accepted or appreciated.

True, but...

Maybe we should just be happy he didn't take anything.

And our hospitality didn't cost us anything.

Only...

I saw you go down together.

He wasn't feeling well.

I wanted to make sure he was okay and he was.

Don't worry about him.

I'm sure wherever he is...

that he serves the purpose that fate had in store for him.

Ultimately, everyone contributes something positive to the world.

Marcus. -Hello, doctor.

Raf has to be there this time. -Even if I have to drag him here.

He's against it.

He doesn't want to lose you, he's going to miss you too much.

He's a good boy. You can't let him go. He completely loses his way.

Marcus... -Yes?

Remember when you told me Raf was here? The evening after...

That he didn't come, yes. -Yes.

He said he...

That he wanted to live? -Literal.

"You want to die and I want to live," he said.

It's etched in my memory.

Did he say anything else? -Why? Was I right? Is something wrong with him?

No no. It's just something that keeps going through my head.

You shouldn't get so excited. -It will kill me again.

Sorry. I don't want to worry you.

Parents remain worried until the coffin, you will experience that too.

You have the virus, yes. But how far are you?

I'm working on a promising experiment.

I don't have time for your promising experiments now.

I fucking attacked my own son.

Plus, there's finally a trail and soon I'll be too blind to follow it.

A track?

Yes. A victim has been found. I need something now, doctor.

We both know what you need. -Yes.

And we both know I can't do that.

Do you still have it under control?

foundation

There must be another way.

He's beautiful, isn't he?

Doctor Ornelis and I will start the autopsy later.

Shame actually.

Could I get a minute alone?

Sure, Chief Inspector.

Hey.

Hey. -Hey.

Everthing okay?

Super sweet.

Sorry about yesterday. I didn't want to push you.

Crevits found him. On a fishing boat, the Lady Fortuna.

I'm meeting him later today.

Is that wise?

There's something about him.

He had a brain scan done at the hospital.

The invoice was in the mail this morning. -Okay...

That might explain something, but...

It doesn't make him any less dangerous.

You don't know everything about him.

He's involved in some very dirty business. Smuggling.

No, corruption. No seriously.

Stay away from him. Or let me come along.

Yes, that will calm things down. -I just want to help, okay?

Thanks for the flowers.

And if you want to help, you can.

Vic has been arrested for theft.

Theft? -He denies everything, of course.

I can't make a report disappear.

Can you trace the group of friends Vic hangs out with?

Do you have names? -One.

His girlfriend.

Everything fine?

Are you mad?

I lost your pin. -What?

I lost it and I can't find it anymore.

Are you angry?

Maybe it will surface again, I think it fell off my sweater.

It does not matter. -No?

I'll find you another one. -Cool.

My mother wants you to come over for dinner. Tomorrow evening.

But if you don't feel like it, that's okay too. I mean, eating with parents...

No, I want to.

Yes? -Free food.

Inspector. -Thank you.

No family, no relationship. No contact with the neighbors...

He drank himself to death once a week in his local pub.

But they don't really know him there either. Besides ordering his beers, he said nothing.

You've been busy. -An 'sorry' would be nice.

Sorry we didn't believe you.

Sorry we thought you shot your damn head in your own hand.

Sorry, you were right about your killer.

And now like you mean it. -I saw Vic's neck.

No comment? -He paid his rent via direct debit,

so it was going to be months before they knew he was gone.

I'm almost impressed.

If you had that kind of dedication to the human smuggling case...

Not a single photo on the wall. No family album, no keys from the neighbors.

No Christmas card, no birthday card...

Isabelle thinks you are sick. I think you're sick in the head.

He was killed because he was an easy victim.

Because he was a complete loner.

And I don't think he's the last. -A serial killer?

A guy in a mask straight out of some morbid Ensor painting

who will display the corpse as if it were a statue.

Then you are sick in the head.

Maybe the chef isn't that stupid after all. A sick mind to capture a sick mind.

See you tomorrow, Tobias. -See you tomorrow.

Is Vic really mad at me?

What do you think?

I will apologize to him. -You don't do anything.

Isabelle, please.

What you're going to do is explain this to me.

What's going on, Raf?

That is nothing. It's just a check-up.

A check-up?

With a brain scan?

Do you have a tumor? -Jesus.

Yes, what should I think? With your father, maybe it runs in the family.

Isabelle, I don't have a tumor, okay?

Then what?

You say to Marcus: I want to live. You don't just say something like that, do you?

I've had a few problems, but it's all going to be fine.

How's dad, by the way?

He has set a new date.

Next Monday.

You better show up this time.

I do not get it. One day you look better than ever and now here you are...

Are you wearing foundation now?

Yes, I have a bit of a rash. That's all.

It will be all right. No problem.

Would you please take off those sunglasses?

Sorry, Isabelle. Sorry.

Here. I want you to give up your visitation rights.

If you want to see the kids, you need to take an anger management course

and see a psychiatrist. -I'm telling you it'll be fine, right?

I can also apply for an official restraining order. Say it.

Raf?

Raf?

His father also has a tumor. Is that it?

Without the patient's permission I can't really say anything about this.

Come on, I'm his wife. You don't just do a brain scan.

He doesn't have a tumor.

So what is it?

He becomes aggressive, he doesn't keep food down. It feels ice cold.

That is also why we did that scan and all those tests.

And found nothing?

Look. Sometimes, when there's trouble at home...

You are a nurse, you know that too, it sometimes

happens that a patient no longer eats, eats unhealthy...

if there are problems.

You say it's something mental?

The mental always has an impact on the physical.

There's really nothing to see on that scan?

And all the tests you have done are negative?

You ask my advice?

Give him a little rest. Create some distance.

That will immediately have a positive effect on his state of mind.

So in summary: I want to leave him, he is having a breakdown

and it's all my fault. -Madam...

I did not say that. -Thank you for your time, Doctor.

Daddy.

No, Frannie. Leave the window closed. -Why?

It is better this way.

Frannie, is Vic home? -Why?

Frannie, is Vic home? -I'll get him.

Vic...

Vic, boy. Sorry. Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I've gone too far.

Why do you do that?

Daddy? Daddy...

Daddy.

Let me go. Help.

Stop shouting. Nobody can hear you.

Has anyone been downstairs?

No.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

You still have a heartbeat. -What do you mean?

You should have been transformed already. -Asshole. What are you doing with me?

Medical file patient Arek Hakobyan:

Administration of the virus has not yet produced the desired result.

That stuff you put in my body... -Shut up.

Have I overlooked something?

But of course, that's the problem. You still have a heartbeat.

You still have a heartbeat. -What do you mean?

What did you inject into my body? No no.

We are dealing with a very sophisticated way of working here.

I'll spare you the details, but the body is first completely

dehydrated by immersing it in a bath of chemicals.

Afterwards, all fluid and fat in the body is replaced by a silicone mixture.

It is then fixed in the position in which we found it.

We had to break it.

The maker must have special knowledge of chemical processes.

Not to mention human anatomy.

The creator? -The murderer, he means.

Glad you showed up. Even if it's dressed like a third-rate rapper.

The marks of strangulation are clearly visible on the neck.

That is the cause of death.

The rest is post mortem. -Why are you standing there?

Because I'm in the right place here.

The knowledge and craftsmanship that this demonstrates...

The man is an artist. -Or a dangerous lunatic.

Yes, but I don't use that word lightly. Tobias?

Tobias? -Yes sorry.

Still life 5? So he gives titles to his work.

You're right, Styx. This won't be the last we find.

It's a real plague, these burglaries. -That's why you founded that vigilante group.

The cops don't do anything. I'll tell you what, sir.

We are not important enough.

That human smuggling, yes... And that stuffed corpse. But us?

What do you think of this one?

We better wait. With the vigilante and all.

Yes, because now I'm getting short of breath. -And I can't tonight.

Why not? -That's none of your business.

I'm going to Vic's house for dinner, okay? -Pleasant. Come and play dinner.

Cindy, if you have something to say... -Will he come to your house too?

What? Aren't you going to introduce him to your father?

Be silent.

Or even better: a nice dinner with all the in-laws.

Cindy, shut up.

They will look strange when they see you.

Sorry it's not better news. -No thanks. Then I know what's going on.

She's coming here for dinner tonight. -Are you okay?

His doctor says there's nothing physically wrong with Raf, but...

then I see him double over from the cramps and throw up.

You've seen him, right?

Shall we talk about this later? -Okay.

OK Bye. -Ciao.

Will Vic's girlfriend like it?

Soup with meatballs? Who doesn't like that?

Maybe she's a vegetarian.

Ouch... Vic must have said that, right?

Was that the gentleman on the phone from the hospital?

Stir it up, honey.

Is he not allowed to see us anymore?

Dad has done some things that are really unacceptable.

And before he can see you and Vic again, he has to work on that.

But he wants to see us, he regrets it.

He wants to make it up to you, he said sorry.

Has he been here?

Fran?

Vic wouldn't let him in.

He's sorry, Mom. He really regrets it.

Honey, if he's here again, I want you to call me right away. Okay?

And if you can't reach me, call the police. Yes?

Fran.

Fran.

Mom.

You don't have to be afraid, that's performance art.

That is very realistic. Come.

What's the problem? -The screens have been hacked.

I cannot delete them. -Have you called yet?

Out of the shadows and into the light.

I see who you don't see.

Does it taste good? -It's very tasty, Mrs. Styx.

Just say Isabelle.

Thank you for inviting me. -I wanted to invite your parents too.

Mon.

My daddy would never have come.

Why not? -Not his thing.

And your mom?

We are not really a model family.

Neither do we. My dad is no longer welcome here.

Vic.

What? -We keep it fun.

Where's Fran?

Fran was tired. But she did want to get to know you.

I will go.

Your mom is cool.

Good evening. -What the fuck.

Sit down, Vic.

I know that you have had to appear before the juvenile judge a number of times.

Together with your friends.

Of course you understand that I don't want you to drag Vic into this.

But I believe in second chances.

That's why I invited Wilfried.

I really didn't know anything.

Wilfried, take a seat. We have dessert, there is coffee.

Wait, Julie. What the fuck, mom.

Vic.

Apparently the internal system that controls the screens has been hacked from outside.

The Computer Crime Unit is working on it.

Did we find cameras in the apartment?

No.

Who is that crazy?

What does he want to tell us?

Tell me, honey.

Have you been to the lab?

What?

Well?

How could I have been there?

The key is in the top drawer of my desk.

You could have gone in with that.

Well?

I would never do that.

Vic, can we talk for a minute?

Mental impact on the physical.

My lair.

This is Raphaël Styx's voicemail, please call me back later. Thank you.

Hurry up. -My tire is flat. Just go.

I'll pump it up.

Okay.

Shelley. Shelley, come on.

Looking for daddy. Looking for daddy.

Thank you.

They found another one.

It's okay. You tried it.

Come on, Shelley. Come.

Daddy. -Shit...

Dad, wait.

Daddy?

Daddy? Daddy?

Daddy.

Dad, no. -Frannie, go away.

Daddy. Dad, open the door. -Frannie, go away.

Now.

Dad, you scare me. -Go away, go home.

No, no... -Don't let that damn animal in.

Hello, we're going for a little ride.