02x09 - Carwash

[bunniefuu]

Damn. To the left.

Stay tuned.

g*dd*mn look, b*tch.



He came, I assume?

And where exactly?

On what?

On his vest and all that.

Not on your clothes?

Not on my clothes.

Anything else you noticed?
A birthmark, or...

A scar, tattoos?
- Guard.

You saw his pubic hair, right?
What did that look like?

He had no pubic hair.

And after he comes,
what exactly happened then?

As soon as we drove out of the car wash,
he got out and walked away.

Then you must have seen something, right?
What was he wearing?

Think carefully.
- Yes, things...

He was wearing a vest with
a hood and the hood fell off.

And I did see his hair. Blonde Curles.

And have you seen that person before?
In the parking lot or in the supermarket?

Maybe Mieke Verstraeten knows more.
Apparently she has experienced it too.

She's a fellow cashier of mine. She
has been home sick for two weeks.

Due to such an incident, apparently.

And do you have her address?

Phone number?

Maybe.

Mieke Verstraeten said
exactly the same as Ida Kussé.

Carjacked in the parking lot,
forced to drive to the car wash...

knife to her throat with his left hand,
and in the meantime she had to watch...

while he pulls his
flute with his right hand.

What? How did he do that?

Why didn't she press charges?
- She did, at the local police officer.

The report was forwarded to
us, but no response was received.

That is not possible.
- We called the district police station.

And the PV appears to have been
forwarded to a certain Kevin Desmet.

But no.

But no, that's not possible.
I would know that, right?

I'm a little behind, I
haven't come across it yet.

That police officer...
- Just take it easy, Kevin.

Don't look at that file...

That police officer is just lying
himself, it doesn't do its job properly.

Take it easy.

Yes, right. It is...

And how long has this been here?

I think two weeks.

But a lot of things came in last week...

That is no excuse.

Little one, that lady is in some
trauma from here to Tokyo.

Bob, there are worse things than...
- What?

I mean... this all came
in while you were in jail.

Now it's definitely my fault?

No, I'm not saying that.

We do not go home until all
our administration is in order.

This won't happen a second time.

Or I'll find another computer nerd.

That description is correct
that we received from Ida Kussé.

Camouflage vest, hood,
sunglasses, blond hair.

Is there any chance
there are still traces?

Her husband had the car
completely steam cleaned...

because otherwise she wouldn't
want to go there anymore.

Mr. Flipkens?

Yes thank you.

Police. Charles Riders, and that
is my colleague, Kevin Desmet.

We are looking for a customer with a
camouflage vest and a blue Berlingo.

Have you ever seen those passing by?

Do you know how many
cars pass by here in a day?

I'm not paying attention to a blue Berlingo,
am I? I don't know who's in there, do I?

Camouflage suits or not, When you
spray you don't see anything, right?

Wearing sunglasses?
With a hood on his head.

Rims and spoilers boy,
that's what I'm looking at.

I'm spraying, so I can't see if
anyone is wearing sunglasses, can I?

That's what I pay attention
to, the outside. I see that.

You see your customers when they pay, right?
- I'm just looking at my money.

Aren't there couples who do it
sometimes? In the car wash?

So you see all that, right?

I didn't say that, did I, man?

But usually they are already in each
other's pants before they drive in here.

I don't have to draw that
out for you, However?

If you see anything suspicious
or think of anything else...

you can always call us.
- Is good.

I am responsible for safety. I
am accountable and responsible.

Was it during my shift?
- I do not know. Around twelve o'clock.

Yes, that's my shift. Have a look.

Yesterday...

I have not seen it. Watch: 11 hours


between two women, both
maneuvering. That needs no explanation...

It's trivial, but it takes me at least
half an hour with this kind of whining.

And two weeks ago on
Thursday the seventh?

Five o'clock.
- The seventh?

Normally I stop at 5 p.m., but that
day I had to work half an hour overtime.

Because I was faced with an intervention.

You're like a real cop.

Alarm in the store.
Perp caught, over there.

Then the police were called
at 5:22 p.m. That's fast, huh?

Say Senne, I'll give you my card.
If you see anything suspicious...

What exactly are we looking for? A guy?

We're looking for a young guy, blond curls.
- And a camouflage vest.

That guy with the cart.
- That's Nico, he's okay.

That's a guy who's been hanging
around here for a few months.

He sleeps here too...
- A homeless?

Yeah, but he's a good guy. He does
those carts, he works for his money.

Ghent Police.

He has it.

Calm, yes? Calm.

Just come along.

A flight attendant catches a guy
f*cking a black woman in the toilet.

She asks: Sir, do you? He
says: That's for when we crash.

Then my data is in the black box.

Don't you think it's funny? The black box.

That car is out of sight for
exactly 4 minutes and 25 seconds.

Plenty of time for a quickie.
Or two, if you're quick.

The perpetrator fled
via there, or via there.

Or directly onto the ring
here. If he has a getaway car.

Don't you think that's a bit far-fetched
for a w*nk*r? A getaway car?

He's a w*nk*r with a knife, isn't he?

One wrong move and
the w*nk*r is a m*rder*r.

And? That homeless person
Didn't he say or confess anything?

He says he's never been
in a car wash in his life.

And a shower? That was
also something from a past life.

And he has no alibi for
the as*ault on Ida Kussé.

He said: I was sleeping
on a bench at St. Jacob's.

During the as*ault on
Mieke Verstraeten, he was...

at a concert in the Vooruit, from...
- Praga Kahn.

Find out if that is correct?
- When?

A fortnight ago, huh Kevin?

It is on the PV of Mieke Verstraeten.

Yes, yes, I'm working on it.
- That's a good thing.

Yes, it's true.

But not until nine o'clock.
- That's not worth a damn, that alibi.

Okay. Lineup. Are you
organizing that party, Bob?

You're good at that.

What are you going to do?
- I'll be right there.

Kevin, can you come with me
now? I need a fifth man for the line-up.

I don't have time, I'm busy with the PVs.

Little one, it's time to make
up for your big fat blunder.

Bob, I don't have...
- You don't have to do anything.

You must be short and
blonde. You can do that, right?

I do not have time.

You will all get a number.

Try to go back to the moment.
That hood falls off, he runs away...

Number four.

Are you sure?
- Yes, number four. Certainly.

You can let Mieke come in.

That Mieke Verstraeten
can be trusted more.

Hello, Mieke. The system is: if you
recognize someone, you can say their number.

Number four.

It's number 4.
- If you're in doubt...

You shouldn't have anyone...

Better no one than the wrong one.
- They're all blonde curls...

Four.

Twice? You are kidding me.

That perpetrator probably
looks like you. That can happen.

Drop your pants.

If there's hair on it, you're innocent.

That's correct, right?
- Yes, he is intimately shaved, our w*nk*r.

Do not you dare?
- That is not possible.

Should I help?

Hannah, that's not possible.

You know what? Just let the
edge of your panties drop a little...

so we can see those blonde curls.
- Bob, that's not possible.

Why isn't it possible?

Are you also shaved or something?
- A little.

Bald, that is.
- So you do have time for that?

Check alibi, come.
- Come on Mark, please.

Then give me my phone.

Mieke Verstraeten? Two
weeks ago between five and six.

I was running. On the Watersportbaan.

Are there any witnesses to this?

Other runners? Someone
must have seen me, right?

I still think it's vague.
- Me, too.

Yeah, buddy...
- But come on, guys.

You don't really suspect me, do you?

Weird, of course not.

It was just to see if you
were shaved underneath.

Finished? Okay.

Eyes closed.

Spread arms.

And turn.

Faster.

Are you OK?

You should always look at your feet first.

Remember, huh?

Again.

Hey, neighbor.

Start practicing, because next
time we're going for a pas-de-deux.

That's something different than a tango.

Say, is your father actually
justified or was it a false alarm?

Anyway, call back if you feel like it.

Thank you sir. Day.

Senne van Loon, our security
man, has two perfect alibis.

And his boss at Secuvi says
he is the perfect employee.

But perfect employees can't
always be trusted, right little one?

I have information about Erwin
Flipkens, the operator of the car wash.

Arrested last year for dogging. In
Wetteren, in the parking lot near the E40.

Mr. Flipkens literally stated
that he was getting excited...

by looking at people
bouncing around in their cars.

That's one for you.

I'm ready.
- Worked all night?

Let me see.

The patrol caught you jerking off.

They started f*cking in front of me.
There's nothing I can do about that, right?

That's okay.
- In the back of the parking lot?

Near a bush? You just
happened to pass by there, right?

I was standing there
pissing against a tree.

Then you must have
taken a piss upstairs.

Because according to the PV you were
standing with a stiff c*ck in your hands.

You had to look at
that couple in that car?

Man, they knew I was
watching, right? They liked that.

She was sitting on top of that
guy with her full 90D cup, man.

And she looked straight into my eyes.

Would you look away?
- I wouldn't stand there, fat b*stard.

Besides, why do I still
have to justify myself?

I got a fine I paid for it nicely.

And I was never in that parking lot again.

Now you're jerking off in your car wash.
- I'm not doing a damn thing.

And besides, I didn't see anything.
- And those two times in your car wash...

that a woman was being
harassed? You were there then too.

I work here, man.
- Is that an alibi or a confession?

Hannah.

Can we already remove
Kevin from our list of suspects?

Kevin is not a suspect. So
yes, delete it, I would say.

But you won't find anything
that exonerates him.

He was identified by a
completely unreliable witness.

Two witnesses.
- They didn't see his face.

Only blonde curls. How
many blonde curls are there?

Hannah, look.

He forgot to deal with that complaint. A.

Two, he has no alibis.
Three: it's over with Yanina.

Hannah, he's frustrated.

Kevin didn't do it.

Finished? Eyes closed.

What do we have?
- What do we know? Not much, actually.

We know one thing for
sure: Charles didn't do it.

He robs the victims at
the exit of the supermarket.

That's the ideal place. Each car
has to wait an average of 30 seconds...

before he can merge. So plenty of time
to spare to choose a victim and step in.

Profile of the victims?

Mieke and Ida are both cashiers.

They both drive a small van.
- Berlingo-esque.

One of those similarities may
be a coincidence, but not all.

There may be more victims
who have not filed a complaint.

Other cashiers?

We're going shopping.

What do we do?

What?

We're going to the supermarket.
- No, you stay here.

You check whether there have been
matching tax returns in recent months.

Does anyone have long
rolling papers for me?

And if I search you now,
how much weed will I find?

Come on, get out of here.

Goddamnit.

It's because of the g*n.

Sandra walked by today.

Who?
- My ex-girlfriend Sandra.

It just keeps going.

Plenty of fish in the sea. However?

I work six days a week
from seven to nine.

When do we do that?
You can tell me that.

Can you give me a background check
on Jan de Lombaert, assistant manager?

Who are you anyway?
- Because he's being difficult.

I'm not being difficult.

If you want, we can do it now.
- Is good.

I do not have time. Sabrina,
I'm going away for a while. Come.

I opted for the tow anyway.
We immediately left for Ibiza.

Two weeks.

The result...

No new victims. No
witnesses, no one saw anything.

And no one I would want
to sit in the car wash with.

Did you also question that pregnant girl?

He hasn't worked here for months.

She stops by to say hello.
- And to treat.

Sandra?

Are you Sandra?

Would you like to see my ring too?
- I don't really care about that.

A few questions.
- Who wants to know that?

Hannah Maes of the Ghent police.

Do you sometimes go to the
car wash on the corner here?

Have you ever been harassed there?

Unfortunately.

Why?

Because a man threatens women
with a knife and then masturbates.

Are you Senne's ex?

No, we went out a few times
but that was a long time ago.

I am now very happily married.
- And what kind of person is Senne? Tell me.

Small.

Small p*nis.

No, that's not fair. I'm
not allowed to say that.

But I've never seen it erect.

What is your point? That he's impotent?

Yes, but you really shouldn't
laugh at it, it's really a problem.

Jan de Lombaert?

I didn't do anything, did I?

I did not do anything.

Goddamnit.

Being falsely accused once is enough.

We're not talking about blaming here.

I do my job. We all do our job.

I also do my job.

Those car wash things, huh?

This is a theory of mine.

I think: they'll say anything to get sick.

And do they have
that much imagination?

Kevin, have you found any other
declarations than Jan de Lombaert?

No, that's the only one.

The suspects: Erwin,
manager of the car wash.

It doesn't make sense for
him to abandon his business...

to pick up a woman in the
parking lot and then run back.

And I think he's more
of a peeper than a doer.

But there are more strange people in the
world. So he remains suspicious. Next one.

Senne, security.
- He certainly could have done it.

It is 500 meters from the
parking lot to the car wash.

If he's gone for fifteen
minutes... no one misses him.

But he has an alibi, and his ex says
he's impotent. So not much will come of it.

Next one. Nico, the homeless man.

He has no alibi. But he hasn't
been recognized in the lineup.

Jan, assistant manager.

His alibi is: I was in
the store somewhere.

Difficult to check. And how big
is that store, it's a supermarket.

And he has a complaint
about sexual harassment, so...

also remains suspicious.
Then that leaves...

Why isn't Kevin's name on that sign?

Very witty.
- Nothing too 'witty'.

He has been recognized in
the line-ups, he has no alibis...

Come on, you can't be serious,
right? I'm not a real suspect, am I?

Okay, what's his motive?

I do not know, that
needs to be investigated.

While the investigation is
ongoing, Kevin, you stay home.

That's admitting guilt. I can work
much better here at the office.

That lineup was an accident, right?
- Your weapon and your police card.

You know this isn't personal.

I just follow the procedure.

If you want to help your colleague,
then prove that he is innocent.

He has a point.

Please pay your attention to
the following investigation report.

The police and the Ghent public prosecutor's
office are looking for the identity of this man.

Do you recognize this
young man? Then take...

Kevin, it's better if you
do what Mark told you.

I found a photo on Facebook,
he was tagged. Blonde Curles.

Who is that?
- Jan de Lombaert.

We're going to pick him up
We're going to interrogate him...

We're not going to do anything
at all. You are going home.

You wait until the investigation is
over. You're looking for trouble, Kevin.

Hannah, you know I'm innocent, right?

I know that. I trust you.

Do you trust me?

Home.

How do you get that? Aalst, carnival.

Those blonde wigs
and curls are for gays.

A child can see that that is fake.

Even if you walk away? Does a child
see that too? From behind? In your neck?

Mr. De Lombaert.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Mr. De Lombaert is urgently
requested to come to the parking lot.

Sorry. Goddamnit.

Stop.

What are you doing here?
- He didn't do anything.

The other guy is him without any...
- What are you doing here?

That boy has a camouflage vest.

That bum had a camouflage
vest. And you saw that too.

Sorry man, that's not
true. I haven't seen that.

What are you doing here, boy?

Hannah.

What should I do?

Should I sit at home?

Do I have to wait?

That boy has a camouflage vest.

And if you can't...

then I'll lock you up.

Joke Devrey, 45 years old.

Concussion. Fortunately, he
has regained consciousness.

At 1 p.m. this afternoon she
leaves the car wash with her car.

The door is opened and someone
sprays something burning in her face.

Probably pepper spray. Then
she got a blow on the head.

The only thing she remembers is that
the perpetrator was young and blond.

Camouflage vest?
- She didn't see that.

To give evidence?
- No one.

And that Erwin from the car wash?
- He was sitting on the toilet, he says.

Has that car been searched yet?

No good news.

This is what they found.

That could be Kevin's.

Is it on?

Goddamnit.

I was in port at one o'clock. I think.

What did you do there?

Just think. Get some fresh air.

Why there?

I like coming there.

Did anyone see you there?

A few seagulls, I think.

Then you might as well
have gone to the car wash.

What do you actually think, Hannah?

What I think doesn't
matter for a moment.

I fear.

Kevin, the third victim
saw a blonde, young guy.

After all of f*cking Flanders saw
that investigation report on TV.

Hannah, are you going
to get me out of here?

Where did you find that?

In the third victim's car.

That is not possible.

Goddamnit.

Again.

I'm going to chat with Kevin.

When did you notice
your iPhone was missing?

When Bob came to pick me up.

I still asked: Why didn't you call me?

And when was the last time you used it?

On the way to the
supermarket. You can check that.

They called from the Free Record
Shop to say my tickets were ready.

You can check that.

And after that? What
else did you do after that?

To the store, home for something to eat, going
for a breath of fresh air at the harbour...

and back home. Just go back home.

Could it have been stolen?

I would have noticed that, right?

In that fight? Maybe it
fell out of your coat then?

Hannah, get me out of here.

I can do much better work anyway.
- You know that's not possible.

I know you didn't do it.

And what if you can't prove that?

We are doing DNA
testing on the third car.

And the personal
description will be on TV.

It'll be fine.

Do not give up.

Hey, Senne.

Question: here this
afternoon Found an iPhone?

Not that I know.

But those are also not the things they come
to hand in with the lost and found items.

There are surveillance
cameras in the parking lot, right?

From the entrance of the
store, but not in the parking lot.

That is not necessary in the
parking lot, I do the parking lot.

Where were you this afternoon?

I was just here.

Just eat my sandwiches
and have a drink.

I have to eat too.

There's something
wrong with that Senne.

He was jerking off or something
like that. But he's impotent, right?

That homeless man was arrested at the station
and he was indeed wearing this camouflage vest.

Has he been interrogated?
- Yes, he has no alibi, he denies everything.

And he says he found that vest
in the grocery store dumpster.

To the lab. Taking a DNA
sample from Ida and Mieke.

And I want Sandra at my
office as soon as possible, yes?

Senne is a very sweet boy.

But it doesn't work.

We really tried everything:
in his house, with me...

in a hotel...

It didn't function.

And was that because of you?

I don't think so, no.

Don't know. I've never seen
Senne with other women either.

It was always work,
athletics, work, athletics...

Is he good?
- Yes, he's good.

He then uses that as an
excuse not to have to...

I think there is a different kind
of doctor that Senne needs.

Why do you say that?

We are not photo models, we know that.

But if we strip down
to our thongs, then...

Everything is immediately right for a man. However?
- Sure.

Not with Senne. No never.

Really bad.

He'll c*m when he touches his own...
- Masturbates?

Have you been to the
car wash with Senne...

and did you do something there
that I should know about now?

That's a story. So I thought...

to make it a bit more
exciting, as a last ditch effort...

Bob, can you check
Senne's alibis again?

Senne's alibis?

We have the hours that Senne gave...

checked with the officers
who drew up those reports.

The days are correct, so are the
facts. That collision, that shoplifter...

all of that actually happened.
- But?

He lies about the duration?
- No, not even that.

But there is something strange.

While drawing up those PVs, he
has been called away every time.

He then said he was paged
for something in the store.

And he apparently stayed
away for 20 minutes at a time.

So in theory he could have
committed those three assaults.

In theory, but in practice it means...

that he would have to make some
serious haste to get back on time.

But for a trained runner that
can't be a problem. However?

Not a black cap in sight.
- Damn.

What time is it?
- A quarter past five.

His shift is over.

Do we pack it or take it with us?

All three alibis for the
three last assaults are fake.

As fake as you, Mr. Security Officer.

Pepper spray. Found in your car.

Cutting knife. Found in your car.

Your camouflage vest is currently
being examined for your semen stains...

and DNA from the last two victims. Just a
few more hours and you'll be hanging, buddy.

A few details: After your
second sexual as*ault, did you...

put your camouflage vest in
that container? In that parking lot?

No answer.

Did you find that
iPhone in the parking lot?

And put in that car to
accuse my colleague?

Hey, paljas.

Why did you as*ault
those women? Senne?

Why?

What a strange question.

Tell me about that incident in the
car wash. With Sandra, last year.

No, that's none of your business.

Then we bring Sandra in
and she can tell it herself.

She can tell it well.
- 048661...



That's right, right?
- You call me. You can do that better.

He's already calling.

Okay, the car wash, last year?

Come on, stick it in.

Wait a minute, Sandra.

Come on.

You are hurting me.

Oh man.

You really need therapy.

I went to therapy.

For months at a time.

And worked hard.

I worked very hard.

In the end I really felt... I was ready.

I was ready to call
Sandra again and ask...

if she wanted to go out with me again.

Then I heard she was pregnant.

That she's getting married.

And then you started taking revenge
on women who looked like Sandra.

Who drive the same car as Sandra.
- Same job as Sandra.

My therapist told me that I...

the painful memories from the past...

that I was not allowed to repress it.

I had to mentally relive them.

Because otherwise I would never
be able to process them. I've tried it.

But I can not.

I just can't handle it.

So I started reviving them
in practice, and it worked.

Very good, even.

If you just push a knife
against her throat...

then they don't laugh anymore.

And shall I tell you something?

You can't do anything to me.

I don't even get punished, man.

Sexual as*ault, public indecency,
prohibited possession of weapons...

Intentionally false accusation.
- Hits and wounds.

And theft. And I can name a few more.

You don't understand.

What should I understand?
- Mrs Maes, take a good look at me.

What do you see?

Can I say what I see?

What do I have to see?

I'm a tortured romantic.

Who is desperately trying
to process his trauma.

It won't even come to court.

They're going to subject me to
an army of psychiatrists again.

And I have to go back to therapy.

Mandatory therapy.

That's it.

Then I hope...

that sooner or later you will reoffend...

that you threaten me...

with a knife...

Kevin.

Sorry. I couldn't help but...

You know the one about that
g*y schizophrenic who was in jail?

He had enough for himself.