03x01 - The Nightwatch - part 1

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We are therefore proud that
Commissioner Hannah Maes...

disbanded this dangerous sect.

You probably remember the
confusion after the sh**ting...

when Hannah Maes was
chased by her own colleagues.

A misunderstanding that
almost ended tragically.

Today we honor Commissioner Hannah
Maes for courage and self-sacrifice.

Neighbor. I am a fan.

Daughter. I am very proud of you.

Mrs Maes, are you dedicating this
medal to your deceased mother?

Her mother would have
only had one wish on a day

like this: That Hannah
could enjoy this to the fullest.

This is our territory. f*ck off.

You dirty b*tch, go somewhere else.

There's someone else underneath.

You can keep it with you for a week.

Then you can kiss it as much as
you want. “You can't do that to me.

I have to work. Come on.

He got hit on the head.

A blunt, metal object. He turns around...

To his head.

And falls down.

He broke his fingers.
- How?

The perpetrator puts his hands here.

Right under that shutter.

That is completely automatic.
A push on the button.

Sorry.
- sh*t, I say.

Are you OK?
- He is still alive.

Good job, little one.
- Were there eyewitnesses?

No. And when everyone got
here, the perpetrator was long gone.

They did find this here on the ground.

Daniel Devucht.

That author who won the Golden
Owl. For that book, She for me.

Are there surveillance cameras here?
- Here? I do not think so.

Come on, let's go to the hospital.

And we?
- You can go watch a movie.

Mr Devucht.

Chief Inspector Maes, vice
detective. This is my colleague Degroof.

I want to ask you a few
questions about last night.

What were you doing in that cinema?

What does an adult
guy do in a sex cinema?

I was solving some linear equations.

Honey, that's not polite, is it?

Daniël is doing research for a book.
One of his characters is a hooker.

Daniël writes about things that
people don't even dare to talk about.

I don't want to lie to people.
I want to be straight, bro.

See what I am up to?

Have you seen the perpetrator?

And that girl?
- I met her in Sin.

Is that the Sin City? The disco?

Can you describe her? Or did
you forget to look at her face?

Reddish.

With a birthmark.

A little one. No pancake.

Sin City and that sex cinema
are from the same owner.

That guy's name is Vincent Manteau.
- Who?

I know that one.

He has a lot to say about his book.

Yes. Everything, actually.
He will do anything for it.

And you? Can you live
with him going to the wh*res?

It has nothing to do with the wh*res, but
everything with Daniel when he was little.

He's been through a lot, you know?
He writes about that. About emotions & stuff.

He goes where stories call
him. “That wasn't my question.

I asked: what do you
think? “It was my answer.

And we had an agreement:
one time, one handjob. Finished.

Last night the controversial chief
inspector Maes was praised in Ghent.

In the presence of the
press and the mayor.

Today we honor Hannah Maes for
courage and self-sacrifice. Thank you.

Hannah Maes and her
father, the judge Robert Maes...

were the victims of a brutal
robbery a few years ago...

where the judge's wife was r*ped...

Enough being turned on by ourselves.
- How did you like my close-up?

The camera loves you.

You'll get a big fat face on TV.

Out of proportion?
- No. Just fat.

Background check Daniël Devucht.

His parents have been arrested
several times for domestic violence.

Placed at eleventh. So
I grew up in institutions.

He now lives with a
certain Elise Taelman.

Lab?
- They couldn't do much.

They didn't find anything with what
Devucht may have been knocked down.

DNA?

The floor in the hall is
only cleaned once a week.

Half Ghent sticks to it.

We have to find that wh*re
that was with Daniël Devucht.

Can you make inquiries
in the Quartier d'Amour?

And take the little one with
you. Bob, we're going to Sin City.

Have a chat with Vincent Manteau.

You know him, right? Or
shouldn't I have said that?

Have you ever been here?
- Recently. At my first communion.

Because of her hair. Hold it tight.

And you can laugh.

That lamp could at least be
one and a half meters higher.

Come on. And that wind in her hair.

Okay, Jurgen. That light may
have at least 80 percent more.

Hello, neighbor.

Neighbor.

Guys, just take five minutes.

Bob.
- Koen.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?
What are you doing here?

I? Struggling enormously with the
light. A photo sh**t of the bar staff.

And you?

What do you think?
- Working?

Do you know where I can find the owner?
- In his office.

Looking at pictures?

That's research for my book.

Be careful not to trip over your tongue.

Assist me?

Serious?
- You can illuminate it from below.

Good for her.
- Okay folks, we're starting again.

Jurgen, that's not 80 percent, friend.

Hold it tight. You like each
other, so you can laugh.

Not from you, Bob.

And? Did it go well yesterday?

Had a bit of trouble with drunkards.

No problem.

Please. See you tonight.

Thanks friend.

Bye, honey. Looking for someone?

Vincent Manteau.

That door.

Nice a*s.

Mr. Manteau?

Good day. I'm a chief
inspector Maes, vice detective.

Hannah Maes.

Hello, Vincent.

I am Chief Inspector Maes, vice squad.

Hannah Maes.

Hello, Vincent.

How long ago was that?
- Long.

Fifteen years. “Something like that, yes.

Avoriaz, right?

Hannah 'black slope' Maes. We couldn't
get you off the bars during the day...

and at night we couldn't
get you out of the bar.

And now a police officer with the Vices?

And well-known Ghent
resident. Congratulations.

Otherwise you also changed professions.

From ski instructor to owner
of a club and a sex cinema.

But you're coming for
Daniël Devucht, right?

Sad incident. He is my favorite writer.

Pretty much the night mayor of Ghent.

Do you know him personally?

What is personal? He works here.
He's one of my regular performers.

I pay him every week.

Apparently there was a hooker
with him last night. A reddish one.

A small birthmark just above the lip.

Roos de Vlieger, probably. My niece.

Your niece is prostituted?

You apparently think that's normal.

I offered Roos a job behind
the bar. She didn't want them.

Why not?

Where does she live?
- Library Street 10.

The first results.

Looks good.

What is?
- Police. Can we come in for a moment?

Roos de Vlieger?
- He's not at home.

And where is she?
- In class.

And who are you?
- Phaedra.

Phaedra, and what next?
- The kite.

Sister of?

How old are you?
- That's none of your business.

How old are you?
- Fourteen.

Is this Rose?
- Yes. Why?

Where are your parents?

Mom is dead. I never had a daddy.

Why are you even here?

I think Roos has a degree in
business administration about now.

And you should have been
at school long ago, cheeky.

Business Administration.
To invest your sex money?

Vice Investigation.

Everyone has to work
to make ends meet.

But not everyone prostit*tes themselves.

What is this about?

Daniel Devucht. That's a
customer of yours, right?

It was attacked yesterday.

You jerked him off yesterday
in that cinema, right?

And after that, what happened
next? Have you seen anything?

I was already in Sin then.
- Maybe it was your pimp.

I do not have. Okay?

We visited your sister.

What's wrong with Phaedra?

She doesn't know you're a prost*tute, does she?
- I want to keep it that way.

I am her guardian.

Yes, she told me she
doesn't have a father.

She never met him. He ran
off when mom was pregnant.

And when exactly did your mother die?

Three months ago.

Rose, are you coming?
- Cancer.

I have to go to class.

He's busy. Student, wh*re and guardian.

Multitasking.

Hey, farmer.
- Did you see that?

Bobbie-boy. A bit of culture.
- What is that?

Devucht.

'For Elise.' Say, Charles. Do they

know Roos in 'le Quartier d'Amour'?

Only from sight. They find student wh*res
there as amateurs who steal customers.

You're going to Sin
City with Kevin tonight...

to find out if she has a pimp.

An undercover for a few broken fingers?

For student prostitution, Charles.

Charles in Sin? They
never let him in there.

You'll find a way.

Ridiculous.
- Okay, come on.

Let's go disco.

Hannah... Do not do that.

Hannah?

Here.

By myself.

I start working again
the day after tomorrow.

Congratulations.

Where is the party?

Here's the party.
- Ha, Koen.

Hey, Robert.
- Right on time.

As always.

Surprise. Please.

If you want to drink a
good wine. This is a winner.

Hey, Hannah.

Issues?

Yes. The wood is a bit too damp.

Shall I deal with the fire?

Are you going to arrange
my private life now too?

No. I think Koen is a great guy.

Nothing to worry about.

Your neighbor isn't the smartest either.

I didn't invite him.

Hannah, learn to enjoy yourself.

And promise me that you will finally
stop that private investigation of yours.

Issues?
- No, the fire is on.

I think the meat can go on.

Hurry up, Charles.

Is it from your first or
your solemn communion?

Go make fun of someone else.

What are you doing? Mommy
allows you to be outside?

We'd like to go inside.
- That's probably it.

Dad is there too?
- Here, buddy.

Thank you. Just keep
walking. Be good, huh?

The whole shitty society full
of scheming and worrying with

its laws and commandments
and its stick behind the door

because I only live for the
weekend that I wait all week for

the sex and the drugs and the
eternally young night I want to

bounce, I want to dance I
want ecstasy and booze I want to

fool around with all the women
only images and without sound

because I want to let go, I
want to get away I want to get

off, I want to get out give me
an IV with whiskey put a p*ssy

on my syringe cecause life
is not for sissies If you want to

order a chick here, you should
be out there with your good friend.

Go ahead with the goat.
Ask that bouncer about a girl.

Why do I have to do that?
- I'm too old, right?

Hey, blondie.

Did you have some fun?

If I'm looking for a girl...

Are you looking for a p*ssy?

What do you want?
For example, I have...

smart pussies? That's a
second-year psychology student.

Including aftercare.
- Really and truly?



Can I think about that for a moment?

Thinking won't make you c*m, boy.

Then the blood is in the wrong head.

Kevin.
- Hey, Hannah.

The pimp appears to
be a bouncer from Sin.

Should we pick him up?
- Then you lose your cover.

Bob and I will bring it in tomorrow.

See you tomorrow then.
- Kevin?

Hamming software. To decode.

Where can you buy that?

Hamming? Nowhere. That's ill*gal.
- Can you get that?

You have to download that...
- Doing.

And shut your mouth, huh?

What are you doing here?

Are you following me?
- Come with me.

I'll show you my dream.

I'm going to start a new disco here.

You still have some work to do on that.

Nice.

They're just lights in the dark.

If only slightly...

then why do you come here?
- The silence.

The fewer souls, the merrier.

Says the man who wants
to open a disco here.

There is no silence without noise.

Do you have a name yet?

Linda's Palace.

Something like that. At
least something with Linda.

Is that an old flame or something?

My sister.

Roos and Phaedra's mother? Sorry.

Do you have brothers or sisters?

Most people have no doubts about that.

No, but in my family you could
have doubts about anything.

Who doubts, misses many opportunities.

Says the man who missed
his chance in Avoriaz.

What? Do you want to
get me or something?

This is not a job for us:
one parked incorrectly.

So early in the morning and
already so funny. ―That's how we are.

Fingerprints?
- No, wiped.

They are still looking for DNA
and clothing fibers. It stinks in here.

That guy was offering
me a girl just yesterday.

So first a customer, then a pimp...

It could be the same perpetrator.

And, little one? Scored last night?

A student like that?

Daniel Devucht. He scores here.

An interesting performance.
- How's that possible, with 2 broken hands?

Apparently that's here some
kind of underground attraction.

Search the car. I'll be right back.

Man, it stinks in here. Did he
sh*t his pants or something?

Let him pass.

Did you know it was a pimp?

Did you see anything
suspicious yesterday?

Ramses was still a few drunkards
put it out when I left. That's all.

And where did you go after that?

Linda's Palace.

This was in the glove compartment.

I feel like I'm fourteen again.

Minerva, Ligier, Isuzu,
Charon, Viotti. What is this?

Girls, right? “No, these are car brands.

There are numbers behind
it. All of which are crossed out.

I think those car brands
just stand for girls' names.

And those numbers are revenue.

Ramses's accounting.

Minerva. Two days ago. DV 50.



That's what Ramses said at the door yesterday.
- And DV, that's Devucht.

Then Roos is Minerva.

And she lies, because
she does have a pimp.

Five times DV. And not just for 50 euros.

Your working name is Minerva
and Ramses was your pimp.

So?
- Why do you lie?

Girl, this is a m*rder investigation now.

The other girls who worked
for Ramses, who are they?

I do not know. Ramses
arranged everything.

How much did he get for that?
- 50 percent.

Night work, your studies,
support your sister...

How do you keep that up?
- Time management.

Is it never too much for you?

You really have no idea, you.

What do I have to know?

Tell me?

I have to go to my next class.

This way.

The booze-inflated face...

God knows what rotten b*tch is lying
next to me again. By the morning...

Guys, this just isn't possible.
We are working here.

And the booze-bloated face...

God knows what rotten
b*tch is lying next to me again.

Which of the three wh*res
is this chapter about?

Three? No, one. He's been
with one wh*re, with my approval.

Five times.
- Sorry?

He let Roos jerk him
off twice for fifty euros.

In addition, he has three
times Paid 150 euros.

That wouldn't just have been by hand.

Whose book is that? Can I have a look?

Daniel, whose book is that?

Daniel, is what it says here correct?

I think I'll take these
people aside for a moment.

So Minerva twice, Charon
twice and Ligier once.

Can you at least describe them?

There was a blonde among
them. He spoke Dutch.

And the other one? Ligier?

Small. Is that possible? Not too big.

Guys, it was night. I use
everything, I drink with it. Don't know.

You don't want me to make up a
description, do you? Don't know.

Good research.

What happens now?

What are you thinking about right now?

What do we have?

Tall, blond.

Found on the front seat of Ramses' car.

Maybe a wh*re who's tired
of being treated like a car.

If it was a wh*re.

Elise, Devucht's wife, Doesn't
he also have long and blond hair?

And here, in that book of
yours, dedicated to Elise...

Here he describes how he gets her
out of the gutter and re-educates her.

But also how he constantly humiliates her.
- Why would she k*ll Ramesses?

She wants the writer for herself and
Ramses constantly delivers wh*res.

But do you think she knows that?

He's up every night and
she doesn't know anything?

Where were you last night?

In my bed.

Can Daniel confirm that?

No, because he didn't get
home until early in the morning.

Too bad, huh? “You knew, didn't you?

From all those wh*res.

No not at all.

I trusted Daniel.

You've been through a lot with him.

All those humiliations. As a woman.

You want a child and he just laughs at you.
He makes fun of you for an entire chapter.

Chapter Six: 'Writers
don't change pampers'.

Look, this is a book. This is
fiction. My husband is a writer.

Literature. Ever heard of it?

The reader reads what
he wants to read, Naturally.

So you have no alibi for the m*rder
of Ramses, if I understand correctly.

So can we take a DNA sample?

I have nothing to do with this. “Then
you have nothing to fear. Open mouth.

Does it hurt?
- It depends on.

If you're good, I only put it in your mouth.

Hannah, I want to leave a little early
to prepare. I want to go with Kevin...

Possible suspects in the case.

But those are Struelens and Dewindt.

You know them?

Not that woman.

But that is Erwin Struelens.
The CEO of Delco Dredging.

And that is Peter Dewindt.
Director of Flanders Carpets.

And what is the connection?

Don't know. They have both had a
lawsuit against them at some point.

But I don't think that...
- Are they stuck?

Acquitted, I think.

But I don't think they have anything
to do with Daniël Devucht and Ramses.

You wanted to ask
me something about...

I do not know anymore. Kevin?

Kevin and I would like to go
back to Sin one of these days.

For the real names of
those girls. That's okay, right?

Don't forget to take photos.

I won't forget it.

That key is for emergencies, I said.

I know, but this is an emergency.

I sat there by myself the
whole time with your father.

Where did you suddenly go?

Not now.

What are you doing?

Are you at it again?
“Koen, I really don't have time.

No time. You only have
time for me when it suits you.

I mean, you're always busy with...

Come on. You asked
me to trust you. I trust you.

But I don't really feel like you trust me.

Let me help you anyway.

I want to help you.

You can't help me.

I have to do this alone.

Okay. A question:

What am I to you?

My neighbour.

Judicial files
Struelens and Dewindt, please.

Maes, Vice section.

Daughter of Robert Maes?

Why?

Is it worth taking those files with you?

How so?

Your father presided
over those two trials.

What are you doing here?

Support. Your first day at work.

Too late, huh?

Chief.

And? What kind of case was it?
- A CEO who dumped waste.

Teirlinck. Mrs. Marleen Teirlinck.

And have you been strict? But fair?

I didn't get the chance.

Why not?
- Lack of evidence.

And why is that?

A fire in the police archives.

What was Vermaelen actually doing here?

He was called as a witness.

What do you think?

Coffee?

What is?
- The lady here has been brought in.

And this here is not a school report.

Okay. Let her come up.

Caught in the school toilets...
- The director has his pick on me.

While providing oral sex...
- I just gave my boyfriend a blowjob.

To a fellow student.

Do you always charge 50 euros for that?

That's prostitution.

Girl, you are fourteen years old.

Hannah Maes.

Okay, we're coming.

Your sister is here.
- Another sermon.

Come.

Here.

In case you want to talk. No sermon.

She gets away with a report
and a suspension from school.

But next time it's juvenile court
and, for all I care, an institution.

There she is.

Why are you doing this?

Look at me when I talk to
you. Why are you doing this?

You do it too, right?

That is not true.

Do you think I'm blind? I see you busy.

Phaedra, that's something
different. I have to do it.

You could also have taken
that job with Uncle Vincent.

That's not the point. You
are fourteen years old...

I don't want you to do something like that...
- You have nothing to say about me.

Next time you'll go to a juvenile court
and an institution, do you want that?

You're not my mother.

Sorry.

Hannah Maes.

Mr. Manteau.

Welcome to my lair.

We found out that Phaedra
gives blowjobs at school.

You are kidding me.

They're not going to
lock her up, are they?

The juvenile judge decides that.

But that girl desperately needs help.

Why don't you talk to her?
- I want nothing more.

By the way, Linda asked me to
take care of them. I promised that.

But Roos completely shields Phaedra.

Why?
- Their father's fault.

Rudy. Rudy snuck out.

That ruined Linda's life.
And that of his daughters.

Do you know why he left?

Beats me.

Fathers.

You don't have to take an
exam for that. Unfortunately.

And to be an uncle?

You tell me.

Hannah, come on. I know you're there.