02x10 - Edge Play

[bunniefuu]

Hello, neighbor.
- Buenos días, señorita. Como estás?

Good and how are you?

Rain, and it is quiet here,
so you'll have to miss me a little longer.

Who says I miss you?

Have you heard anything about your dad yet?

You did call in the
Missing Persons Unit, right?

Yes, Charles?
- We are in SM club Subspace.

I'll text the address.
- I'm coming.

Koen, it's me again.

Say, Bob.

Do you know what to ask an
SM'er when you shake his hand?

Am I squeezing hard enough?

Tell me.

The victim is the owner of
the club, Sonja Raemakers.

Better known as 'Soraya'.
The mistress of Ghent.

Am I squeezing hard enough?

The doctor says that Soraya has
been worked with a very sharp object.

Probably the knife we ​​found here.

It fits into the knife set in the kitchen.

Is this blood hers?
- Probably.

A sample of that blood has been
sent to the lab, along with the knife.

Where is Sonja now?
- She's in the living area.

She is being cared for by her boyfriend
Yves Cuppens. A nurse or something.

Neighborhood survey.
We're going to chat with Sonja.

Hannah.

That neighborhood survey,
can't Charles do that?

I know Sonja from the past, we lived
next door to each other in Antwerp.

At least, if you...

I'm going to Kevin.

Thank you. Her living area is here.

This is the last one.

Sit still, Sonja.

Bob.
- This is Hannah Maes, my employee.

We would like to ask
Sonja some questions.

Go ahead.

My employee would like to take
some pictures of the injuries first.

Is that allowed?

Bob, could you maybe...
- No Bob, stay.

Jesus, how did this happen?

Some crazy person...

hangs me on that St. Andrew's cross...

A man as tall as Yves.

He was wearing a leather SM mask.

Completely in black.

Maybe an SM game
that got out of hand?

When playing, I'm the boss.

Damn it, Sonja. How long did it all take?

Ten minutes? Until
he heard Yves come in.

Sonja?

Sir, have you found her?

I was already on my way to
work but I forgot my wallet.

What a luck. Who knows what
she would have looked like then.

Have you seen the perpetrator?
- No, it was already gone. Emergency exit.

I immediately called the police.

Are there people who have the key?
- No.

What are you saying? Yes.

Alek has one too. Alek Dewulf.

He has been providing security
for Sonja for two months now.

Yves thinks I have a dangerous job.

He wants to protect me.

That didn't really work out, did it?
- That's definitely my fault again?

That jerk just didn't come to work.
- For the umpteenth time.

You don't think he's behind it?

Certainly not. We got along well.

Are there people you don't
get along with? Customers?

My sl*ves adore me.

All.

I'd like a list of names.

All the names of your sl*ves.

The Subspace is known for its

three V's: Safety, Voluntariness...

and trust.

Would you please give me that list
voluntarily? That's the safest thing for you.

Trust me.

God damn it, Yves.
- Calm down.

You also want that guy to get
caught, don't you? What is it with you?

Sorry. The numbers and... It's all there.

You can't let this happen, can you?
- You'll get your agenda back ASAP.

I personally take care of that.

Everything will be fine.

Good friends with the mistress?
- I told you, a neighbor from the past.

Isn't she too old for you?

No one in the area
saw or heard anything.

Background check on
Soraya and her friend.

Yves Cuppens? That's her dear.

Little one, there is no trace of forced
entry and Yves Cuppens has the key.

That's suspicious enough for me.

Okay. Bye.

Alek Dewulf has a criminal record from
here to the Nieuwe Wandelen and back.

Alek Dewulf, you are a
security guard in Subspace?

Security, my sh*t.

Used to be.

I was a security guard in Subspace.

Yves just called me. I have been fired.

And did he say why?

Something about Sonja, that she is
mutilated, and that it's all my fault...

because I wasn't there this morning.
- Where were you then?

At home.

f*cking food poisoning. I've
been throwing up all morning.

Is there anyone who can confirm that?
- Luckily not.

Didn't you let Sonja know
that you couldn't come?

Sorry.

Have a drink.

Take it easy.

Sorry.

Ask the question again?

Whether you informed
Sonja that you were ill.

Had not thought of. I was deathly ill.

Why do you ask that?

You think I mutilated her.

What is this? The Kolder Brigade?

You have the key, you have no alibi...

Maybe you wanted to rob her, and
she didn't want to give the money...

and therefore you mutilated her.
- Hello.

I was f*cking sick. I
wasn't in that f*cking club.

You don't look sick.

I checked your criminal
record. Three counts of as*ault.


- The last one was six months ago.

Then a woman caught you and you
strangled her until she almost choked.

I was panicking.
- Panic, you?

My sh*t, panic. Do you
know what you are? A sadist.

You mutilated Sonja for your
own thrill, that's what you did.

What the f*ck is this, man?
I didn't touch that person.

Oh no? Who then?
- Find that damn thing out for yourself.

You're the f*cking cop.

I'm sorry.
- Bob...

We turn his house upside down,
in the meantime he can stay here.

What?
- Have those new mattresses arrived yet?

Because cell 2 is covered in poop.
- That's bad luck, only cell 2 is free.

But wait a minute.
- What is?

Guard.

Has Eddy been interrogated yet?

Look at that.

He visits Sonja twice a week.
- Eddy, and his last name?

Dirty Eddy, we say.

She plays the strict
cop. She questions him...

she searches him until he gets a big
hard-on, then she starts hitting him...

and he likes it too.
- And why would Eddy interest us?

The day before yesterday
he was back in the club.

He really wanted a session with
Sonja, but his benefits had run out.

Sonja then said: Eddy,
I don't work on credit.

Come back early next month.

Eddy couldn't laugh about it.

Eddie.

Thank you.
- Don't mention it.

Cell 2.

Can't we turn that mattress over?
- But that still stinks.

Why didn't you tell me?

Eddy is a loyal sl*ve.

I can't believe he would
do something to me.

That Eddy, is that this one?

Is this his number?

We'll start with that number.

Any questions? I have a
client at six o'clock sharp.

Are you back at work again?

She's back to work. I also thought
it was way too early, but yes.

The club comes first.
- If it were up to you, I wouldn't have a club.

And those wounds isn't that a problem?

Alek Dewulf, does
he sometimes do SM?

Not that I know.
- He has a criminal record, you know that, right?

Yes, he told us, just before
he came to work for us.

And that doesn't scare you?

That boy asked for a
second chance and I gave it.

I was stupid enough to do that.

Nice.

Good. We had to release
Alek Dewulf from cell 2.

That search turned up nothing.
- That Eddy, I'm trying to call him...

but I keep getting the voicemail.

You know something more about Yves Cuppens?
- I think he's completely clean.

Hey, what about Sonja herself?

Kevin?

He only had one fine, for
street prostitution in Antwerp.

But that was twenty years ago.
- You weren't even born yet.

Sonja used to be a wh*re,
she was once severely abused...

and since then she has
been called Soraya, mistress.

So if I understand correctly, from
wh*re in Antwerp to mistress in Ghent.

Nice career, right?

Her other clients Have
they already been checked?

No, but that's a job
for Kevin and Charles.

So the usual: checking
alibis, criminal record...

The numbers and names
are in this book. Thanks, Bob.

But I want to help with that book.
- No no.

You deal with Eddy. Who is Eddy,
where is Eddy? Eddy is the key.

I'll call him. Once more.

Little one, give me that book.

Hey, Vicky.

How are you?
- Sure.

You're not leaving, are you?
You didn't resign, did you?

Leave without pay. Half a year.

Wait a second. That's not going to work.

You're looking for help, right?

A psychiatrist. But it's not really easy.

I can get in there.
- Yes I know.

Those techniques and that therapy...

I see through that.

At the moment I don't
really see it, actually.

You left, didn't you?
- I'm leaving, yes.

Courage.

Enough. Stop.

What should I do?

Hannah. The lab. That blood
on the ground was clearly Sonja's.

No usable marks on the kitchen knife.

Lots of traces of customers
in the club, of course.

Definitely about those sl*ves.

Do you know anything
more about those sl*ves?

Kevin? I have a list here of all the
customers who answered their phones so far.

They all have an alibi
and a clean criminal record.

But there was one special case.

Christian de Hénaut.
- A baron?

The one and only. According to Sonja's
agenda, he comes there once a week.

But when I first called him, he
had never heard of Subspace.

I'd like to know what he gets off
on. That must be dirty nonsense.

If that's something dirty
between two grown people...

and with mutual consent...
- Yes, amen.

Your name and telephone
number are in Soraya's agenda.

I know her, I told you that, right?
- Bob, you're standing among the customers.

And not with an old telephone
number. How did that happen?

Don't know.

Are you sure?
- You trust me, right?

Good morning, are you okay?
- Sure. However?

Coffee?
- Yes thank you.

Degroof.

Leus?

Eddie? Leus.

Mr. Leus, you are apparently
a big fan of Soraya?

It seems like.

Mr Leus?

You must have been angry when you weren't
allowed into the club three days ago.

How do you know?

Were you angry or were you not angry?

Soraya's will is law.

Where were you between ten
and eleven yesterday morning?

I was chatting. On www.fetish-friends.be.

That's the site for BDSM people.

Okay, Mr. Leus.

I think we'll take your computer with us.

Did something happen to Soraya?

Your mistress has been
robbed. In her own club.

But she's doing better already.

You don't suspect me, do you?

Soraya is my mistress, I would
never dare do anything to her.

Have you seen or heard anything in
Subspace that we should know about?

No, I can't help you.

Inspector, could you leave
us alone for a moment?

Excuse me, sir.

Now we are alone.

Come on, Eddie. Tell me what you know.

Otherwise I will have to punish you severely.
- How heavy?

So heavy.

There was a fight in Soraya's club.

And when exactly?

Last Monday afternoon.

What is that? We didn't
agree on that, did we?

That's not how it works, Eddy. I
will have to punish you severely.

Come. I'll tie you up so you
don't run away like last time.

And what did she say when she came back?
- Nothing.

I could tell she was bothered.

Did you recognize anyone?
Did you see anything?

Yes of course.

I don't stay calm. You are
lying. And you know that too.

And that will have consequences.
- Stop now.

You're not going to f*ck up
my life. Did you understand that?

The one from TV.

Christian de Hénaut? That?

Have you been peeking, Riders?

No, I was just on standby...

Mouth shut.

Okay...

mistress.

Smell's.
- Come on. Do you know anything else fun?

Come on, stop that.

Hey, come on.

It's from the dry cleaners.

I am happily married.

I have nothing to do with SM.
- Mr. De Hénaut...

your sex life doesn't interest
me. I just want to know...

about which you had an
argument with Sonja Raemakers.

If I were you, I would just
sing a little lower, Miss Maes.

You know who I am, right?

You are the main suspect in this case.

So if anyone needs
to tone it down, it's you.

Mr. Baron.

Where were you between ten
and eleven yesterday morning?

In my office.
- Can anyone confirm that?

Are there any witnesses to this?

Sorry to interrupt.

Sonja Raemakers said that she did
have an argument with Mr. De Hénaut.

The gentleman apparently thought
she had told other customers...

about his visits to the club.

And was that so? Did she spread the word?

Sonja said no.

But the gentleman
didn't want to believe that.

He said he would make
her sing a little lower.

You like to make people sing.

You can sing out in the cell.

Hey, little one. Would you
like to join us for a drink?

My treat.
- It's okay, I won't reveal anything.

That with Sonja is something
from the past. A bet with colleagues.

Real?
- They booked and paid for a session.

I was too curious to refuse it.

So you had a session like that?

And how was it?
- Special.

She hung me from the ceiling
with a chain attached to my wrists.

She grabbed two large clamps
and put them on my n*pples.

And then she grabbed a candle.

And she poured hot, liquid candle wax...
- On your ba*ls?

Hey dude, I'm talking like crazy.

What do you think, that I
let a woman dominate me?

No of course not.
- I'm Bob, right? Are you okay?

Are we going to have a drink in De Klep?

Bob?

I had...

Please.

Come on in.

I don't think that's a good idea.

It's not a question, Bob.

Choir.

Smoke.

Kolk.

Clock.

Beer.

Slip.

It's backwards.

Hannah, you really need to see this.

Eddy's profile on fetish-friends.be.

Jesus.
- Go to his messages.

They all belong to the Baron?

The day before yesterday morning he sent
everyone online messages between 10 and 11.

So that alibi already checks out.
- All for Soraya.

The last was yesterday
morning around eleven o'clock.

Do you still have room,
mistress? I have money again.

But he didn't have any money, did he?

He only had money on
the first of the month, right?

He must have borrowed it or something.
- Go to her profile.

Soraya's profile.

Friends.

Is that the list?

Mister Y.

That's Yves Cuppens.
- sh*t.

That's the nurse.

You are a master, Yves.

Mister Y.

Mystery.

Original. Nice.
- Thank you.

And who is that woman?

A sl*ve.

Now we're lying, aren't we? Yves?

These were all on your laptop.
- That's Sonja.

This is the mask she described to us.

Those photos are
already a few months old.

So you're admitting that this isn't
the first time you've abused her?

It's not abuse, is it, boy?

It's edge play, an extreme form of SM.

Yes yes, but normally
she is the mistress, or not?

Yes, at work.

But in private she is a sl*ve
and I am the master. Is it allowed?

Why haven't you ever told me that?

I have to come and tell you that?

Why? After all, it happened
with consent between adults...

What is the problem anyway?
- Yves. The day before yesterday...

Has Sonja accused you
yet? Here in my office...

that you don't like her
running that club at all.

And that you don't like
her playing mistress.

It's about my girlfriend.
What would you think?

Is that why you hit her like that?

Because you were jealous?
- This is not about abuse.

as*ault or abuse, That's not the point.

It was done by mutual consent.
I have the police myself...

I called the police myself, miss.

Does that prove anything?

That doesn't prove anything, does it?

Then we're done talking, Mister Y.

As mistress I have everything
under control every day.

When I do edgeplay with
Yves, I let go of that control.

Then I feel in danger.

Then the adrenaline flows
through my whole body.

That cutting into someone's skin,
Is that also a form of edgeplay?

Cutting, yes.

But that's not for Yves.

Did you play a game with another
master the day before yesterday...

what we should know about?

Yves is the only master I have.

But Yves is also the one
who came in unexpectedly.

He almost caught you.

And then you told him that
it was against your wishes.

It was either that, or
admit you had an affair.

And Christian de Hénaut?

Is it necessary for him to remain
in jail? If the press gets wind of it...

Kevin, show me that DVD. Movie time.

It comes from De Hénaut's office.

Jesus.
- If the press gets wind of it...

Baron De Hénaut gets puppy training.
- Wait, just keep looking.

It's like this.

Our baron is being extorted.

Is that a Soraya number?

From now on I would just
answer, Mr. De Hénaut.

Was it Soraya who blackmailed you?

At first I thought so.

And what did you do then?

I went to Subspace, I
wanted to confront her about it.

You're not going to f*ck up
my life did you understand that?

I have customers.

But of course she didn't know anything.

She didn't know who made that video.
- Did you call that number?

A man's voice. He had
to have 100,000 euros.

And otherwise he would put that
video on YouTube, another stupid thing.

And I had to put the 100,000 euros
in 50 euro notes in a paper bag.

And then go to 't Gravensteen. I
can still see myself walking there.

Then he stood there just
waiting for me to leave...

and then he probably came
down to collect the money.

If what you say is all
true, who mutilated Sonja?

I don't know, but at least
she's not the only one.

How do you get that?
Was it done with a knife?

A few hours after the
Gravensteen, around one o'clock...

I was visited at home by a
man wearing a balaclava.

He said there had never been any money in it.
- But you put 100,000 euros into it?

Naturally. But he didn't
want to believe that.

You knew that the baron would
put that money in 't Gravensteen.

Then you had a chance to grab it, right?

Am I now also accused of theft?



You won't find that here.

Otherwise you can put it to good
use. We've checked your account.

You're as good as bankrupt.

I had the club completely
renovated last year.

I shouldn't have done that.

That 100,000 euros would have
come in handy to pay off your debts.

Correct.

But I didn't take that money.

Sonja, did the perpetrator t*rture you so
that you would tell where the money is?

Don't you trust me anymore?

Enough whining. Where were you
three days ago at ten o'clock sharp?

Here.
- Doing what?

Behind the computer. For accounting.

Take.

So that search of Sonja's
house turned up nothing...

that 100,000 euros is missing,
the blackmailer is missing.

And I want to know who could
have placed that camera in Subspace.

Yves Cuppens, Alek
Dewulf, Eddy Leus...

And Sonja herself, of course.
- Sonja does not extort her own customers.

And Sonja is the only one who has an
alibi for the money drop in 't Gravensteen.

I already checked some
files on her computer...

That accounting seems to be correct.
- See?

And Eddy Leus has an
alibi for the attack on Sonja.

Then only: Yves
Cuppens and Alek Dewulf.

And all the customers who have
ever been to Subspace. However?

Bob and Charles, you will
vet those customers tomorrow.

Kevin, you check that
computer. Again and again.

Well done, Hannah. Mark
is going for a bite to eat.

Irving, John.

Good evening.

Are you the caretaker of this building?

I'm trying to reach Mr. Gnivri,
but apparently he's not home.

Do you have a number
where I can reach him?

Do you know him personally?

I've never seen that gentleman.

What do you know about him?

Who are you?

Chief Inspector Maes, Ghent police.
- I don't know anything.

Madam.

That Mr. Gnivri bought the
apartment eighteen years ago.

Apparently cash. Everything
in cash on the table.

And then he left for Israel.

For his work.

The manager is paid from there.

Could I see that apartment?

Mr. Gnivri...

is probably my half brother, who I
have been looking for for a long time.

I can not do that. If I give
you those keys, then...

Are there two locks on that door?

I don't know why either.

Thank you.

That in itself proves nothing.
- Not per se.

But who did it?

Let me explain it very
simply: There was a video...

on Sonja Raemakers'
computer. It was burned to a DVD.

That video was then deleted
from Sonja Raemakers' computer.

But that video has exactly
the same digital watermark...

like De Hénaut's extortion video.

Which means that the DVD
was burned on Sonja's computer.

But that doesn't mean Sonja did
it herself. That's quite a difference.

Who knows the password to your computer?
- Just myself and Yves.

Last Friday at a quarter to four in
the afternoon, where were you then?

At home.
- Only? And where was Yves?

I do not know.

Christian de's blackmail video
Hénaut was put on DVD that day.

On your computer.
- That is not possible.

Stop lying. You were abused
in the same way as De Hénaut.

By a guy in a balaclava.
Is that your partner?

Who then? Someone who
can come into your home.

Someone who knows your password.
Who can go inside the house? Yves?

Sonja, I don't know who it is, but you're
not going to protect that guy, are you?

You were f*cking abused.

Don't let this happen.

Alex.

Alek Dewulf?

He knew that De Hénaut
came to the club every week.

He installed that camera.

And then? What went wrong then?

I discovered the camera.

What are you planning?

Nothing.

Then you have nothing against
me taking this to the police.

Come here.

I wanted to ask De Hénaut for money.

Blackmail. Jesus, Alex.

What if we both benefit from it?

De Hénaut is in the top 10 of
the hundred richest Belgians.

We can also ask for 100,000 euros.

No, Alex.



For you. You can use that
to pay for your renovation.

And suppose he doesn't want to pay?

Have you ever thought about that?

He'll never find out you were involved.

Promise.

So you said yes?

And what happened after the Gravensteen?
- I was alone in the club.

Alek rang the bell.

He asked where the 100,000 euros were.

Last time: Where is that money?

But I didn't know.

And then he started cutting me.

Sonja?

One word about me and
everything will come true.

You are complicit. You
f*cking know that too.

Sonja?

Come here. Honey, right.

Sonja, if you didn't take that 100,000
euros in 't Gravensteen, who did?

Eddy Leus.

Eddy Leus told me that he
heard them arguing in the club.

So he heard where that transaction
would take place and when.

You're acting like you
don't know anything, right?

Listen girl, you don't know
what you're getting into.

I have to put 100,000 euros
in 't Gravensteen on Friday.

In a paper bag. I don't
stay calm. You are lying.

And you know that too.

This has consequences. You're not going to
f*ck up my life, did you hear that right?

Eddy Leus suddenly had money
again to come to Subspace, right?

We have to find Alex before he
finds out Eddy took his money.

He already knows.

I told him.

Goddammit, Eddy.

Hey crazy, what are you going to do?

Where's the money?

Stop.

In that cupboard on
the top shelf on the right.

Goddamnit.

Bob? He is gone. We are
here with Eddy, he is still alive.

Are you okay, boy?

Will you call an ambulance?

Are you OK?

Apparently so.

Did you steal that
money in 't Gravensteen?

Get out from under that bed,
Alek. Come on, calm down.

Stand up straight.
Far away from the bed.

Further from that bed. Eddie.

Take off your hat. Hop hop.

What are you going to do?

Drill a b*llet through your head. It's just a
little faster than slitting someone's throat.

And especially if there are two.

Drop that knife.

Can you still climb stairs, boy?

Would you like to do that with me too?

At least give me a
chance to explain, Bob.

What to explain?

To trust.

My sh*t, trust.

Forget Bart.

Stop looking, Hannah.

Please, princess.