02x01 - Slaap zacht

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You know how it goes
with those old people.

Just give, we will investigate.

Thank you.
- You're very welcome, Miss...

Camina.
- Yanina, Bob.

Forget it, little one.

She's an ice cream bunny.

Well-bred, sensible.
So nothing to start with.

What did she come to say, actually?

Yes here. This is her report.

A grandson asks his grandfather if he still
has a lot of sex with his grandmother.

Yes, boy, he says.
Every day. But only oral.

Oral? Says the little one. What is that?
With your mouth, says that grandfather.

I say f*ck you and
grandma says f*ck you too.

That was a good one, huh?
- That's just silly.

Yay, Hannah. Went to the hairdresser?

Had a rough night?
- I think it's nice, so short.

Magda Reiniers, 74.
She changed all the locks.

She didn't want to tell the locksmith
why and he thought it was suspicious.

He informed things, the police officer...

Camina.
- Yanina, I think.

Nina has found out
that Magda Reiniers...

two weeks ago a
masked burglar was r*ped.

She didn't report it she
was too embarrassed.

And Jamina had to
promise not to tell anyone.

It's Yanina, thank you.

Neighbors? No? Not yet done?

Charles.

Shall we do the neighbors then?

Day. Vice Investigation. Can
we come in for a moment?

He came in through the porch.

I forgot to lock it there.

What are you taking medication for?

Those are tranquilizers.

Have you been taking it since the r*pe?

Ma'am, can you tell
it from the beginning?

Sleep tight.

But he couldn't do it.

Could something have happened to her or something?
-With Hannah?

I do not know. New friend for sure?

Hello Miss.

Good day. Bob de Groof
vice squad. Kevin Desmet.

Can we ask you a few questions?
- Naturally.

Two weeks ago someone entered
your neighbor's house opposite.

Or go inside...
- Breaked in.

With Magda?

No puede ser.

Have you seen anything
suspicious or something?

Fourteen days ago?
- Someone sneaking around the house...

or peeking inside.
- No. Then I was on the Costa Brava.

With my son.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

Say.

Magda hadn't forgotten to
close her door again, had she?

Why do you think that?
- It's none of my business...

but she really likes a drink.

But you don't get that
from me. Yo no sé nada.

Grazie.
- That's Italian, Bob.

That's Antwerp, Kevin.

It could be a fake complaint
from a lonely old lady...

that needs attention.
- That's possible, but Magda doesn't lie.

She was r*ped. She's devastated.

Then there must be something
wrong with that perpetrator.

Let an old woman jerk you off.
And then crawling up there too.

How sick can you be?

Mark?
- What the hell.

Hannah.

Inspectors Gillis and Meurs, Internal
Supervision Service. Are you coming?

I'm in the middle of an investigation.

It wasn't a question, Miss Maes.
- Come.

Hey, hey.
- Men. This is a standard procedure.

You knew this was going to happen.

Yes. But that you should
be there, huh Mark?

Come on, girl, just cooperate. Then
you can get rid of it in a day or two.

Hey, Mark.

Strong. On the right track.
- Standard procedure, Bob.

Damn it, Mark. What should we do now?
- Your job.

Or do you need her to wipe your bottom?

Whoa, whoa, will it work?

Yes, that will...

that will probably be
about that second grave.

Which she didn't have
permission to do. I think. However?

What else?
- What's wrong, Kevin?

Do you know more?

I have an email address that
I need you to look up for me.

Widow at gff. es?
- I want to know who emailed me.

Fine. I do need your claim from
the public prosecutor's office.

I do not have that.
- But I can't...

No why?

Come.

Yes, that case. Come. sh*t thing.

What else can we do?
Similar cases in the past?

I can look it up.
- The croaker, perhaps?

Wardje. Ward the quack.
- Who is that?

A young boy who broke into single
women's homes and left his a*s behind.

He will be free again.

Come. Go.
- Wardje the croaker.

That's a young guy and it
sprayed everywhere in the curtains.

You will take overtime for
the duration of the research.

Forget it.

I'm looking for a r*pist.
- We can also suspend you.

Then it becomes a procedural
battle, hearing, disciplinary board...

Miss Maes. During an investigation
into a man who mutilated prostit*tes...

Have you had an exhumation performed?

Yes, I had his mother's body exhumed...

because she was mutilated
in the same way as his victims.

You have had another grave opened.

Without request,
without permission. Why?

That was by accident.
- That second grave was in the name of...

Franco Fedrigo.

Could it be that you were
conducting a private investigation...

about your mother's as*ault?

Was Fedrigo one of the attackers?

I do not know.
- Stop lying, girl.

Your career is at stake here,
you understand that, right?

I want a confrontation
with Mark Vermaelen.

Because I was robbed in my loft.

I was shot with a taser g*n.

By Mark Vermaelen?

I demand a confrontation.

Here he is, Wardje the croaker.
- It doesn't really suit me right now.

Can you come back another time?
- You have something to hide, right?

Good day.
- This is just a routine visit.

Hello. Done quickly.

All right, Ward. Where were you two weeks
ago between ten and eleven in the evening?

I do not know, I don't have a diary.

No alibi.
- Why do I need an alibi?

Can I check your computer?

Then we'll come back
with a search warrant, Ward.

Have you left your poop anywhere lately?

Keep it up, guys. Go ahead. Come on.

Ward, what...
- Nothing.

He penetrated single women.

Girl... that's the past.
It's a misunderstanding.

You still have a lot to tell that girl.

I served a year for what I did wrong.

Single women. Why?
- That has nothing to do with it.

Oh no? Then why did you jerk off?
- Hack. That made me horny.

Yes really.
- And old women, does that make you horny?

At first glance, people only
surf for porn with big t*ts.

Old women with big t*ts.
- Do you think I have a thing for the elderly?

Not?

Then the elderly person
will not recognize you. Come.

Come on, guys.
- And put on some pants, Wardje.

That's nonsense.

I wasn't in your loft.

What time were you robbed?

Around half past nine.

Half past nine, I was
sitting in Café Theater.

Can anyone confirm that?

Your father.

My...

No, my father was in my loft with you.

Hannah, I haven't been there.

You are lying.

When someone is hit with a
taser g*n, they go into shock.

Right, huh?
- Or hallucinating perhaps.

I want that restaurant checked.

Okay, listen.

We're watching too, yes.

Bob, they can start.

All right, gentlemen. You
know your lines. Number one.

Sleep tight.
- No, whisper.

Sleep tight.
- Number two.

Sleep tight.
- Number three.

Sleep tight.
- Look in front of you.

Sleep tight.

Four.
- Sleep tight.

They were, all four of them.

I dare not say it.

Whether it is one of those four.

I'm sorry.
- Are you okay, ma'am?

Bob, they can all go.
- All?

Can you see it wasn't me?

I didn't ask your opinion.

Mrs Reiniers, I know it is
not easy to talk about this.

Having to do such filth at my age...

Since it happened...

I have a knife under my bed.

What did you say? A knife?
- Under my bed.

I'm afraid he'll come back.

But you really don't remember
anything about that guy?

Think carefully.

It was dark and I was scared...

Didn't you notice anything?

Maybe the smell. Did he smoke?

Anyway... eau de toilette?

Roses.

He had roses with him.

And they were next to the bed.

Red roses.

Thanks for the information.

I want you to stop asking
around the neighborhood.

You shouldn't bother
everyone with my problem.

Was she wearing her glasses?
- It's whispering.

How is she supposed to
get someone out of there?

Yes, she had her glasses on, she
heard it, she didn't take anyone out.

Focus on the word widow.

And that key you found?
Just keep it with you.

Tell me?

I don't feel comfortable anymore since I
knew that r*pist was walking around here.

I feel unsafe.

Sorry, but how do you know it's a r*pist?

I heard that at the bakery.
- Whose?

From a woman in her forties. I
don't know her name. No lo se.

But I am scared. I look
out the window all day long.

I'll ask the chief to do
extra patrol tonight, okay?

There is...

There's a strange runner
in our neighborhood.

He can come by three times in an hour.
- A runner?

We're going to
investigate that. Thank you.

And then there is the postman.
- The mailman?

He always looks at me very strangely.
In the evening he rides by on his bicycle.

In normal clothes. And
then his round is long over.

Why are you only saying all these things now?
- You suddenly stood in front of me.

Then you're shocked. I
didn't think about it at the time.

No siento, say.
- The nada.

You speak all languages ​​too, don't you?

You know the way, don't you?

Have you checked that restaurant?

Mark Vermaelen and Robert
Maes were indeed in that restaurant.

They arrived at eight
o'clock and left last, at 11:45.

So Mark couldn't possibly have been
in your loft. And neither does your father.

But if you don't believe us:
Feel free to double check.

If you were attacked in your
loft... Has something been stolen?

Nothing?

Were they looking for something special?

I would not know.

Okay thanks. Day.

What did she say?

Magda Reiniers says she hasn't
talked to anyone about a r*pist.

Except with us.
- And with Yanina the local police officer.

Maybe she spread the word. I call her to ask
if they are still available in the area...

No. I've already chatted with
her and she assured me not.

Here, that postman
that Mimi tipped us off to.

That is a special case.
- Have you seen her or something, Bob?

Three years ago he was
interrogated by the Brasschaat police.

Because he peeked into people's
houses. Here's his name and address.

Geert Portelmans.
- Picked up for questioning?

Go ahead.

Sorry, what should I do?

Ask it to...

Try to spot that runner.

You don't have a girlfriend
do not live together.

There is no one who can testify
where you were two weeks ago.

That doesn't look good, does it, buddy?

But I didn't do anything.
- Geert.

Are you a little bit into old women?

We have a witness who claims
that you peek into people's homes.

And not just through the letterbox.
And also after working hours.

I don't do anything that's not allowed.
- And this? Three years ago in Antwerp.

That was gossip. They let me go.

Then why did you move to Ghent?
- Because I got a job here at the postal service.

So you thought: I'm moving to
Ghent, no one knows me there.

Then I can r*pe some
old ladies at my leisure.

And this here? Is this nothing then?

Is this nonsense? Then
I'll throw it away, my friend.

Do you want to be silly?
Then put it in my face.

Do you want to be a fool?
- Easy, Bob.

Tell the truth, please.
- I will do that.

I'm telling the truth.

Come. Just go away.

All right. But still a bit too much, right?

I can try, right?

Kevin Desmet.

Hey, Hannah.

We have two suspects but no evidence.

Hey, I've been thinking. The fact that that
guy can't c*m says something about him.

Such a frustrated dry f*ck.
- And what kind.

He very romantically left a
bouquet of roses with Magda.

Roses? Definitely investigate
further. And keep me informed.

But Hannah...

Sir.

Say, that postman, I do not trust him.

We have nothing to keep him here.

We should have just
tackled that guy harder.

He doesn't know anything
He's already sh1tting his pants.

Then we have to go back to that neighbor, that
Mimi. The one from Antwerp with her Spanish.

Isn't life too hard, guys?
- It's alright.

That's a point.

Runner: total dead end. He
indeed visits there every week, but...

he was on a business
trip. So he has an alibi.

So that's nothing.
- While you were working so hard...

I spoke to Hannah. She says that the
fact that he didn't come says something.

And those roses too, actually.

And Napoleon is dead,
and the Pope is Catholic.

Are you calling Hannah?

Hannah calls me.
- Why?

I have to keep her
informed about the case.

Charles Ruiters, Vice section.

Yes, Mark?

Yes, everyone is there.

Now?

Oke, it's fine.

Mr. Vermaelen, Internal Supervision.

Goddamnit.

Ha, neighbor.

Changed your look?

What is? Has your boat sunk?

Goddamnit. No, it's sold.

By the owner.
- Is that just possible?

Apparently so. Disadvantage
of renting, certainly.

And what now?
- I already have something else. Something better.

Above you. We become real neighbors.

As long as you don't show up
at my door every five minutes.

For sugar.

Don't drill holes in the floor, okay?

Hey, I could use some help moving.

What do you think? A little help?

And? What do you know
about that second exhumation?

I was told that there is actually...

a second exhumation never took place.

It is difficult to exhume a
corpse if there is no corpse.

Has Hannah Maes ever asked you
to help her with a private investigation?

Do Hannah do a private investigation?
This is the first time I hear that.

Don't lie, Charles.

Was she doing that
during her working hours?

That would surprise me. Hannah
always works according to the rules.

Everything by the book.
Like all of us, right Meurs?

Who says you can smoke here?
- Who's going to forbid me to do that?

Put out that cigarette.

Too much coffee is unhealthy.

If I have to believe you,
Hannah Maes is perfect.

As far as her work is
concerned, yes. But...

But what?

Of course I don't know
everything about her.

For example, I don't know how
she is in bed. Shame actually.

Are you kidding us here?

Are you going to send Hannah
Maes away? A good tip: don't do it.

Or we'll shut down the entire Kremlin.
- The Vice section on strike.

That's just not possible.
- There has to be a first time for everything.

Or do you want to take
a test? Where are you?

That lady at the bakery who told you
that Magda Reiniers had been r*ped...

what did she look like?
- I already said that, didn't I?

We would like some
more details. Big small?

Hair colour? Was there
something special about her?

It could be any woman between
the ages of thirty and fifty.

Or no one.
- Beautiful roses.

Yes, those are my favorite roses.

Mimi. Did that r*pist get to you?

Perdona?
- You heard correctly.

Didn't you dare say it?
- Say guys, I'm not crazy.

I would report it. A r*pist, I
don't want to think about it.

Dios mio.

What was with those roses? Do
you think those belong to the r*pist?

I thought that for a moment. But if
Mimi is r*ped, she isn't going to keep it.

Hey, come on. Sir.

Come here. Are you the son of the lady?

No, the home nurse.

Bob de Groof, Vice Investigation.
- Charles Riders.

What's wrong with Mimi?
- Diabetes.

I give her insulin injections.

Can't she do that herself?
- No, she's afraid of sticking herself.

And when she's traveling, what then?
- Then her son does it.

Do you come here often?
- Daily.

Also in the evening?
- If I have the night, yes.

What is your name?
- Vanoverschelde, Hans.

Were you on duty fourteen
days ago? The night?

I think so, yes.

Did you notice anything
special around here?

We're looking for a r*pist.
- Sorry, I didn't see anything.

Good luck.

This is the last thing I do today. Like this.

I'm exhausted.

Thank you for helping.

Don't mention it.

But you can do the unpacking.

Here, present.

In your loft.

What is?

You look like that.

Were you on your boat four
days ago around half past nine?

Yes. I was packing. Why?

Have you seen anything
strange in this block?

See people you don't know go out or in?

An older man, bald, forties?

In costume.

No. Not that I know.

Why?

Nothing.

I do not believe it. Why are
you suddenly playing the cop?

I'm not playing it, it's me.
- That's true.

I'm texting Hannah. "How
are you doing in the Bahamas?"

Have you checked that Hans
from the White-Yellow Cross yet?

That guy has... Wait, where is it?

He lost both his parents a traffic
accident when he was eight years old.

Was raised by his aunt,
who died of cancer last year.

And he has no criminal record, nothing.

He is single, he visits
old people's houses a lot.

We need to investigate this further.
- Don't know.

Kevin has already checked his PC.
He occasionally surfs to a g*y site.

All very innocent, very soft.

I think he's just a g*y
guy who's still in the closet.

I asked Magda Reiniers if she knew him.

She had seen him on the street, but
according to her there was no link...

between him and her r*pist.
- Here, message from Hannah.

But I don't understand it at all.
This is how she writes: 35 degrees.

D.F.N.
- Dolce Far Niente.

That's Italian, Bob.

'What about the r*pist? K.M.P.'

Keep Me Posted. That's English, right Bob.

Have you checked
those other patients yet?

Gustaaf Segers, that was
Hans' last patient that evening.

He claims that Hans has already
left at ten past eleven at night.

Then he has an alibi.
Because Magda was r*ped

between half past ten and eleven o'clock.

And all those patients claim that
Hans is such a beautiful, sweet boy.

I think those women
are a bit horny for him.

K.W.H. Do not you know that?

Handsome, Orphan and g*y.

What must we do? Back to that
dirty mailman. That's our man.

No Bob, we have no
proof and no confession.

We haven't actually questioned him yet.

Bob, intimidating doesn't help that
guy. Then he crawls into his shell.

We have to be gentle with him.

Or would you prefer something fresh?

Coffee is good, thank you.
- Cigarette?

Please; thank you.
- You can light it yourself.

We were wondering: what
are your favorite flowers?

Flowers? That's not for me, is it?
- Break in somewhere...

and watching women undress.
That's something for you, right?

I understand that, Bob.

It could make me hot too.
- Of course, me too.

I have a neighbor and when she
hangs out the washing in the garden...

man, he has an a*s like a Cadillac,
a pair of t*ts like two ripe melons...

I swear to you, if she's
standing in the garden

in her bikini, I'll shake my friend's hand.

Melons, melons.
- You'd get it for less.

Polishing your glans.
- Dragging your monkey.

Stem cranking.

I just don't do that anymore.

Have you also looked at her?

Have you been rejected too
much by young girls in the past?

Is that why you r*pe the elderly?
- That you couldn't come...

was that because she's too old anyway?
- Come on.

Even with a bag over my head
I can't get a hard-on from this.

Guests, sorry. I just
called Yanina. It's Mimi.

She's in the hospital.

I walked down the stairs
with a laundry basket.

And then I stumbled.
- Just tripped?

Bad luck, huh. Good thing I
had my cell phone with me.

I was home alone.

Hans Vanoverschelde?

How do you know
Mimi is in the hospital?

I was there to give her
the injection when she fell.

Your favorite flowers.
Are you okay, Mimi?

Kevin...
- Yes. Shall we get a large vase?

But I would...

So you weren't home alone, Mimi?

Hello?

Why are you lying about it?

Doesn't Mr. Inspector understand that?

At my age.

In love with such a young guy.

He could have been my son.

And does he know that?

I haven't talked to him
about it yet. I don't dare.

And why not?

I don't want to lose it.

He is so sweet.

So thoughtful.

Is that why you came to
tell us that you felt unsafe?

I was afraid you would suspect Hans.

Because he is always near us.
He is always busy with old people.

And in doing so, you've
given us some false suspects.

To protect your Hansel.

Does he feel something for you?

I do not think so.

Not even sexually?

I've never felt anything like that before.

Did he r*pe you?

Are you starting your slander again?

That boy never r*ped me.

And can I rest now?

Mierda.

That's the only thing that will work.

Do whatever you want.
I'm going to push a little.

Do you also give roses to other women?

No never.
- So not to Magda Reiniers either?

No, I'm not going there.
- Do you know that Mimi is in love with you?

I did have a suspicion.

Charles, just ask if
he went to see Magda.

Do you suspect that...

that love...
- Jesus.

Is it mutual?
- No not at all.

Wouldn't that be possible?

An old woman with a young man?
- Charles.

Did he r*pe Magda? Yes or no? Ask that.

Bob, don't get involved.
- As a nurse...

I cannot afford to respond to
the advances of my patients.

That's just not possible.
- So Mimi did make advances?

Yes, advances...
- What about it, buddy?

Did you r*pe Magda, yes or no?
- Stop, stop.

Stop. I did it, okay?

Have you done it to other women?

No, only with her.
- And with Mimi?

Yes, also with Mimi.

Like this.

Are you writing this down?

And all that g*y porn on
your computer? What is that?

Sex is such a complex thing.

I can't get my head around it.

Miss Maes. Our
investigation is complete.

We are still waiting for
confirmation from HR.

So just be patient.

I'll still call.

Give that boy a diaper
soon he'll sh*t his pants.

A diaper? In his pants?
Was that an interrogation?

He confessed, right?
- Because you intimidated him...

and you ask too many leading
questions. That guy didn't say anything.

He just repeated what you asked.

Okay, but now we can confront
Mimi and Magda with his confession.

That's no use because
Mimi says she wasn't r*ped...

and Magda did not see her attacker.
- Charles.

Hey, Mark. We have a little problem...

It is the following...

I didn't r*pe her. I did not do anything.

I can't stand violence.
I'm starting to freak out.

So you had nothing to do with that r*pe?

Sorry no.

I just always want to do
good for everyone. That's all.

That's why I confessed.
- To please us.

We do a new voice line-up and if
Magda recognizes his voice, he hangs.

Let go. Real.

Top. Great succes.

Incidentally, you pay for that
seat out of your own pocket.

Otherwise I will deduct it
from your wages. Good?

Don't look at me.

You started with that chair.

I said: the soft approach...

We take the statements of
your colleagues into account.

They confirmed that the tomb was
empty. Mark Vermaelen also confirms this.

You can go back to work from
tomorrow. On two conditions:

First: you immediately stop
that private investigation. Agree?

I have never conducted a private
investigation. So no problem.

Second?

You will receive psychiatric
guidance for as long as necessary.

No. I'm not going to
the psychiatrist. Forget it.

Then you can go and
collect your discharge form.

Okay.

I'm going to a psychiatrist.

Then you can go now.
- Thank you.

You are lucky that your father is a judge.

A good word to the right people...

can do wonders.

Did my father intervene?

Called twelve times.

Nine text messages.

It's about time you spoke up.

What have you done to your hair?

I was robbed in my loft.

Yes, I heard that.

And Mark Vermaelen was
there, and Fedrigo... And you too.

You see ghosts.

I wasn't there. I was in
a restaurant with Mark.

Why are you going to a
restaurant with my boss?

He really wanted to talk to me.

About your private investigation.

He was worried. Rightly so.

Give it a rest, Hannah.

Mom is dead.

I am tired of it.

I'm tired of you arranging
things behind my back...

I'm tired of you working against me.

Your private investigation is over.

Fedrigo is still alive. As long as he's
walking around freely, I can't go any further.

I want to know who ordered
the r*pe of my mother.

When the hell are you going to
realize that I want to help you?

That I'm on your side.

You're all I have left.

I do not want to lose you.

I saw you, Dad. I didn't dream that.

I'm not going crazy.

I still have them all in a row.

Hannah.

I really do not know anymore.
- Hannah.

Say Charles, would there still be
money in the black box for a new chair?

Some good advice, Bob: Go to
the thrift store and buy six right away.

As you are doing.

Good morning.
- Hey, Hannah.

The big boss has already
told the good news.

What do I hear?
- No citation, no suspension, nothing?

Nice.
- Yes, fine.

Hannah.

Glad you're back. Your team needs you.

To wipe the little one's bottom.

I trust that we can continue
to work well together.

Naturally.

Because I put in a good
word for you. Do not forget that.

I will try.

Update.
- Actually, we were just planning...

to dig up some bodies.

Come on, seriously.
- Hannah...

actually we are stuck.

Have you checked Hans' alibi again?

Segers suddenly wasn't sure anymore...

whether Hans had left at
ten past ten or ten past eleven.

So he has no alibi and
could have r*ped Magda.

Hey little one, when did
you check that alibi again?

This morning. Hannah left me a note.

I want a new line-up. I want to
confront Magda with Hans' voice.

So we're going to pick him up again?

Pick up again? You
didn't let him go, did you?

On the orders of Mr. Vermaelen.

Kevin, call Magda and tell her we're
coming, and she won't let anyone in.

What do you think I've been
doing for an hour? No one answers.

Hans knows we suspect him, right?

Magda is the only one
who can recognize his voice.

So keep calling. Bob, call Hans.

Magda?

Kevin. Yes, we're in.

Magda?

Is everything alright? Magda?

Hello. Magda. Did something happen?

Has Hans been here? Hey Hello? Hans?

He suddenly stood at the door.

He apologized for a fortnight ago.

He felt lonely because
Mimi was traveling.

What happened?

Hannah.

Yes indeed. I think so. Lübeckstraat 25.

Number 25, yes.
- f*ck.

She cut off his ba*ls.
- Yes I see.

Is he still alive?

Yes. I called an ambulance.

Do you have bags with you?
Because I was not prepared for this.

Hans is a good boy.

He was abused by his aunt for years.

He jerked him off every night.

And how did it start for you?

One evening he was in my bedroom.

With a mask on.

He lay down next to me.

And he said, Sleep tight.

And then he asked if I wanted it...

I knew it.

I knew it was you.

I suddenly felt...

that I was a woman again.

Did he r*pe you?
- No.

The few times I asked
him to actually do it...

He tried.

I knew it.

But it didn't work.

He can't do it.

He r*ped Magda.

That was my fault. If I
hadn't gone to my son...

He can't go to jail that destroys him.

He needs to go to therapy.
Can you take care of that?

Mimi, I don't decide that.
The court will decide on this.

Another question. Those
roses, why was that?

There were always roses
in his aunt's bedroom.

If there are no roses,
he doesn't get excited.