02x05 - Hartstocht

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Why not stop reading?

Then we can do other things.

Jasper.

Spare yourself the trouble, Helena.

- You're a hallucination.
- But I'm your hallucination.

- So?
- You dressed me in this thing.

Is it sexy?

- Exciting?
- Absolutely not.

- So why am I here?
- Probably due to a suppressed memory.

Sexual fantasies don't necessarily
follow logical processes.

You should know.

You could also
have fantasized about Christina.

If you really want to do me a favour,

go to the kitchen
and prepare something. I'm hungry.

He likes the children’s channel.

And the weather.

Somehow he enjoys knowing
what the weather will be like.

Somehow he enjoys knowing
what the weather will be like.

Daddy, where are you?

Daddy where are you?

I'll leave this.

Dad?

Daddy?

Daddy, here you are.

Daddy, this is Kelly

Kelly will be here every evening
to take care of you.

Go on, shake Kelly's hand.

He's not very talkative.
It may change after he eats.

His dinner.

I have a jar of spaghetti
sauce in the freezer, I think.

- Hi, Mr Donckers.
- Daan.

He likes it spicy. I'll leave it.

- It's Kelly.
- Daan.

Donckers.

- Where?
- Upstairs.

Hilde Verhellen, 52 years old,
surgeon at UZA.

- Who found her?
- Her husband, a pilot at SN Brussels.

- Who found her?
- Her husband, a-pilot-at-SN Brussels.

- Who found her?
- Her husband, a pilot at SN Brussels.

Just came back from Southeast Asia.

Your feet are cold again.

- Any idea when she died?
- Last night between 8pm and 12am.

Hello, Sven.

- I thought you fancied younger men.
- Thought you knew me?

Apparently not.

Could you take a picture over here?

say, how's your father?

- Is it that bad?
- Cause of death?

- The doctor hasn't looked yet.
- Call me Sven.

Raised well, eh?

- And you're Johnny?
- John.

A very fine Knife, or a bodkin.

Here, below the skull.
Precision work, hardly any blood.

- That's odd.
- No, professional.

Here we go.

I'll be right back.

That religion
has an influence on crime

has been refuted by Hirschi & Stark,

in their groundbreaking work
Religiosity & Delinquency.

- According to them...
- That's complete nonsense.

How dare you interrupt
a colleague's lectures?

No one teaches Hirschi & Stark
anymore after Jensen & Erickson.

I do.

I'm not convinced
by Jensen & Erickson.

Too many religions,
and too mathematical.

That's called statistics,
dear colleague.

Any first-year student
can tell you that.

If you insist on teaching again,
I suggest you apply in Ghent.

I've heard they're looking
for a criminologist.

Now, Hirschi & Stark.

- To begin with...
- Professor.

Is this turning into a tea party?

Jensen & Erickson.
The rest is terribly outdated.

Husband's alibi's watertight.

He was flying over Siberia
at the time.

- One moment. Mrs Sneyers?
- Professor.

I need a telephone number.

I need a telephone number.

Chop chop.

Chop chop? I guess
I'd better make haste then.

The phone number of Ghent University.

Personnel department.

- Your copy.
- The personnel department?

What for?

Forced entry?

No, but the cellar door
wasn't locked.

Fancy alarm,
then leave the door-open.

Modus operandi?

One stab wound
at the bottom of the skull.

One stab wound
at the bottom of the skull.

Very precise.

You can sit, John.

Let's start close to home.
Family conflict.

Families are
a natural biotope for conflict.

Don't waste time there.

So where do we want to invest time?

The technique.

The precision with which the vertebrae
were missed, piercing the spine.

Admirable.

A professional.

- The victim...
- A doctor.

- Surgeon.
- Hippocratic Oath on the wall.

Not a pole dancer, John.

- Maybe an angry colleague.
- Could be.

But I'd look for similar cases.

You think it's not the first.

Someone so precise
has done it before.

The requested number.

Anything else?

Coffee, cola?

A pole dancer?

John?

That will do, Mrs Sneyers.

Ghent. That means
a lot of time in traffic every day.

Send her in.

Christina.

- Everything OK?
- Paul did something stupid.

He left this morning
without a word. With Katrien.

We have to give her
to Jurgen tomorrow.

Maybe a last outing?

He's taken all her things.
Clothes, school-books, stuffed animals.

You've tried calling?

Hundreds of times.
He doesn't respond.

OK, I'll set some things
in motion, all right?

If it gets out,
it'll end Paul's career.

And right now,
that's all he's got left.

And right now,
that's all he's got left.

Hey, don't worry.
It'll turn out fine. I promise.

I wonder what Denise
wants from Flamant.

something happened.

Medical Examination Report
Something happened.

It's odd that Paul
isn't answering his phone.

The Professor was right.

Bertrand Rrancken.

Anaesthesiologist
at St Peter's in Brussels.

But I requested the autopsy report.

He died of a perforation
of the spinal cord.

- What?
- In his neck.

Why wasn't that investigated?

They thought
he fell on a sharp object.

Good news: he donated
his body to science,

so it may still be in a freezer.

so it may still be in a freezer.

so it may still be in a freezer.

Keep in touch.

- Get home safe.
- Thanks.

Can I talk to you?

Can I talk to you?

Can I talk to you?

- That's kidnapping.
- Easy, it's his granddaughter.

Ignoring a court order is kidnapping.

The court order doesn't go
into effect until tomorrow.

The court order doesn't go
into effect until tomorrow.

OK.

It buys us time.

I've made a few phone calls.
Mobile phone, licence plate.

Nothing official.

I'd appreciate it
if it stayed between us for now.

We'll find him.

If Paul doesn't want to be found,
we won't find him.

And what is the reason of your visit?

I have an appointment
with Professor Teerlinck.

Yes, you said that.

The problem is,
I don't see it in his planner.

Probably because
he contacted me himself.

I see.

It's none of my business,
of course. I'm just a secretary.

But I find it outrageous that you just
show up here and won't say what for.

While we both know
exactly what for.

Madam, thank you
for coming so quickly.

Mrs Sneyers, will you make sure
we're not interrupted?

Dean, I told you
it would come to this.

Now Mrs Sneyers thinks
you're from Ghent University.

You're headhunting me.

Why don't you tell her
she's mistaken?

That's why I was suddenly
allowed to come.

You want to put pressure
on the Dean to undo your suspension.

something like that.

Sneaky and manipulative.

Sneaky and manipulative.

You're starting to show
human traits, Jasper.

You're starting to show
human traits, Jasper.

Oh, there's more.

- I've had a sexual fantasy about you.
- Pray tell.

It didn't amount to much.
I was reading and you acted silly,

so I sent you to the kitchen.

- The kitchen?
- Yes.

But let us ignore
that Freudian caricature.

What interests me
is the symbolism.

You keeping me
from my studies.

Meaning, perhaps?

Meaning, perhaps?

That the therapy
has become an obstacle.

I suggest we stop.

Maybe I should tell Mrs Sneyers
I'm your shrink.

I thought you might like some coffee.

Thank you.

Where were we?

I was saying that Ghent University

is ranked higher than Antwerp.

Where?

So he was well prepared. Sorry.

No, I don't need a report.
Thank you.

No, I don't need a report.
Thank you.

Denise just brought this in
from the shed.

His mobile phone
is useless too. Also found.

Underneath a truck
on a rest area at the French border.

You were right. If he doesn't
want us to find him, we won't.

- Kelly?
- Let me talk to Cathy again.

Not there either?
OK, check behind the fridge.

He likes to hide things
there, as well.

You have to push
the fridge to the side.

Yes. Keep me informed, OK?

Thanks.

Two victims.

Two victims.

Bertrand Francken, anaesthesiologist,
and Hilde Verhellen, surgeon.

same modus operandi.

- Any connection?
- Not at first glance.

Different hospitals,
different universities.

But both doctors, so I thought:
some sort of fetishist.

Someone who gets off on uniforms,
masks, feet, diapers, you name it.

But there's no signature.
People like that usually leave a mark.

Revenge is an option.

- Malpractice.
- Too little blood.

- Unjust dismissal?
- Not enough blood or drama.

If you hate someone,
you won't be so clean.

Between July 2014 and
september 2016, Ver...

Verhellen and Francken
worked together at St Bernard's.

- Did they operate together?
- I think so.

You think so?

The medical files are confidential.

I found an article about a 16-year-old
girl's failed heart transplant.

Look at the initials of the doctors.

H.V. and B.F.

H.V: and B.F.

Yes, Kelly?

OK, then go to his bedroom.
Between his bed and the wall.

Yes, you'll have to pull the bed out.

Just do it and call me back.

Thanks, bye.

Everything OK?

Do you have the girl's info?
Come on.

You do know all this is your fault?

You do know all this is your fault?

You do Know all this is your fault?

Ah, Bertrand, friendly as ever.

Ah, Bertrand, friendly as ever.

Ah, Bertrand, friendly as ever.

f*cking loser.
I lied for you, goddammit.

- Mrs Aerts, thank you for coming.
- My name is Gielen.

- I've been divorced 2 years.
- Mrs Gielen.

- Is this about Britt?
- What happened to your daughter?

- The operating surgeon was m*rder*d.

Verhellen?

- Why don't you just admit it?
- What? What should I admit, Bertrand?

- Why don't you just admit it?
- What? What should I admit, Bertrand?

Hilde, do you really mean that?

- You see me as a Suspect.
- We can't rule anything out.

Where were you
last night from 8pm to 12am?

I'd been to the cemetery
late in the afternoon.

Then I drove to the sea,
to a friend's.

- Can she confirm that?
- Mrs Gielen, what happened to Britt?

Britt had a heart defect.

Since birth.

We knew she'd need a transplant.

Verhellen told us
the prognosis was very good.

Britt did not...

Survive the operation.

she didn't do it.

- Did they tell you why?
- They never tell you anything.

Except that they did everything
that was humanly possible.

But you have your doubts.

There's still a lot of...

anger in that woman.

It has nothing to do
with the motive.

It has to do with the method.
she doesn't have the expertise.

To those big earners
you're just a number.

You think it keeps them awake
if something goes wrong?

We thought about filing charges.

But when we heard how much
a specialist lawyer costs,

who even had the nerve to say
we didn't stand a chance.

Ah, I stopped for fuel in Jabbeke.

I'm sure they have cameras there.

The m*rder*r
used a very specific method:

perforation of the spine.

- So it wouldn't be noticed.
- The first time he got away with it.

- So it wouldn't be noticed.
- The first time he got away with it.

- So it wouldn't be noticed.
- The first time he got away with it.

You believe
there are more on the list?

No.

I'm certain of it.

If you don't feel up to it anymore,

if it's getting to be too much,
go do something else.

- Really?
- Maybe you should go on vacation.

And leave Dad alone?

- Have you heard from Daan?
- Nothing.

I disapprove of the Commissioner
keeping it under wraps.

Kidnapping your own grandchild.

If you were up to something?

- Still say that?
- It's not about me.

But hopefully I would.

John, when was it again?
That you'll be declared a saint?

8 days from Sunday?

I have a daughter, Elke.

She'll be taking Communion
in a few weeks.

I'm happy for you.

Really.

My alibi for last night?
I was home with my girlfriend.

- We watched TV until around 11pm.
- What programme?

something with restaurants
and that arrogant Dutchman.

His name escapes me.

I hate it, but Ann likes to watch it.

- Anyone else who can confirm that?

Your ex-wife, perhaps?

No, out of the question.
she's still very angry.

And I'm still angry, too.

That I can keep my eyes dry
doesn't mean I'm over Britt's death.

We were both shattered.

But each of us dealt
with our grief in different ways.

- You both wanted to sue the hospital.
- Ilse wanted to.

I knew it wouldn't serve a purpose.
Those doctors always close ranks.

I understand
that you want to investigate it,

I understand
that you want to investigate it,

I understand
that you want to investigate it,

but you can't blame me
for getting on with my life, right?

Kelly?

He was throwing things.

- Where is he?
- He's calm now.

Broken.

Yes, broken.

Oh, Daddy.

Come, let's go upstairs, Dad.
He wont let you.

Yes, stand up.

Big steps. Left.

Right.

Yes, Daddy, left.

- Daan.
- Yes.

Daan.

- Have you considered...?
- John, don't say it.

Putting your father
in a nursing home?

Yes, I've considered it.

But I can't do it.

- It would take away a burden.
- My dad ts not a burden.

- It would take away a burden.
- My dad is not a burden.

No, but sometimes
it can all become a bit too much.

Even for you.

Shouldn't you be
with your wife and child

to prepare for Holy Communion?

See you tomorrow.

John.

Thanks.

Morning, Mrs Sneyers.

Dean:

What a surprise.

Jasper, everything OK with you?

- Anything to tell me?
- No.

Or yes, I do.

Next week, an article of mine

will appear in a prestigious
British magazine.

- That's all?
- Is that not good enough?

- You don't have certain plans?
- Plans? According to whom?

I heard it in the corridors.

I find it rather disrespectful of you
to call Mrs Sneyers a corridor.

- Thank you, Professor.
- Ghent University.

- Thank you, Professor.
- Ghent University.

All I'm asking you is not do anything
you may come to regret.

OK. then.

I told you. He's going to leave
and it's your fault.

Thank you, Ingrid.

Yes, I've got them.

Yes, I've got them.

OK, thanks.

Good and bad news.

The mother's friend confirmed
they spent the evening ‘at the sea.

These were taken at 8:35pm
at the gas station in Jabbeke.

These were taken at 8:35pm
at the gas station in Jabbeke.

Confirms her alibi.

- The good news?
- They found Francken.

- The anaesthesiologist who donated...
- His body to science, I know.

The exact same wound.
In the neck, below the skull.

f*ck. So it's a serial k*ller.

- The good news?
- We're just looking for one person.

- Are you coming?
- Where?

- Are you coming?
- Where?

To shake the tree.

To shake the tree.

Hello. Inspector Donckers,
my partner Van Humbeeck.

- We're looking for Dr Houben.
- One moment.

Doctor, the police are here for you.

Dr Houben?

Inspector Annelies Donckers,
my colleague John Van Humbeeck.

- Can you answer a few questions?
- I'll give you 10 minutes.

I've had it
with those American practices.

I've had it
with those American practices.

We told the parents their daughter
belongs to the normal 5%...

The normal 5%?

The normal 5% of people
who die after such a transplant.

We told them, but apparently
those people don't want to hear it.

Because those people
are overcome with grief?

And incomprehension and anger.
I understand that.

But I cant guarantee anyone
that we're not going to lose patients.

My people did everything
they could to save that girl.

May I ask you a question?

What surgeon will ever take risks
again if everyone goes to court?

Where did you get that information?
The file is confidential.

That's our problem, actually.

You worked together with Dr Verhellen?

Yes, a lamentable case.

She was m*rder*d.

Dr Francken as well,
by the way. 3 months ago.

- Bertrand fell. That was an accident.
- We don't think so.

- We think the m*rder*r...
- m*rder*r?

We think the m*rder*r targets
doctors who Nave lost patients.

- Things suddenly got fast.
- Very fast.

Mr Selleslaghs?

Verhellen and Francken
did 58 operations together.

Verhellen and Francken
did 58 operations together.

The last one 4 months ago.
Then Francken left for Brussels.

- Milk and sugar, Commissioner?
- John, of those 58,

- how many went wrong?
- Two deaths.

Britt Aerts and an appendectomy
of a 10-year-old, Wouter van Kessel.

Come on, show-off. Wouter's mother's
been waiting for half an hour already.

‘Milk and sugar, Commissioner?’

- Danielle Speybroek?
- That's me.

You can also call me
Sister Theresa.

- Sister Theresa.
- Thank you.

I don't hold it
against those doctors.

No one could foresee that Wouter
was allergic to the anaesthesia.

And the father?
Does he think the same?

My husband passed away.

- How did your husband die?
- Pills.

For a long time I hesitated
about whether to follow him.

But then I found my faith.

You never considered filing
charges against the hospital?

Those doctors did all they could.

The mother of that girl,

Britt Aerts, I think,

came by one time to tell us
she'd received compensation.

she thought
we also had a right to it.

What a misconception.

As if money could lessen the pain.

When will you tell me about Rabet?

He's been gone 2 days,
no one says why.

Inspector Donckers
looks to his empty office a lot.

You're terribly nervous

You probably aren't sure
you're handling it right.

I'm trying
to keep it internal for now.

That's a big mistake. You should
have called for a search at once.

Why doesn't it surprise me
you would say that?

It's the only logical decision.

We called Dr Houben.,
the Hospital's Department Head.

- What's he have to do with it?
- As much as you and me.

The hospital paid Britt Aerts’s
parents 75,000 euros.

What?

- You can't be serious.
- Again, the only logical decision.

75,000 euros is a lot less
than what a lawsuit would cost.

I'm a Surgeon, and a good one.

I'm a Surgeon, and a good one.

Look around.

Sleeping Surgeon,
you're lying in a mortuary.

And you know
why you're here, don't you?

You're an accessory.

Why all this sentimentality today?

Paying damages
is an admission of guilt.

Motive for the parents.

"For a revenge crime, the perpetrator
doesn't need a motive,

just the feeling that he or she
has been wronged is enough.”

The Psychology of the Perpetrator,
by Jasper Teerlinck.

“Anyone who withholds something
has something to hide.”

Conclusion of Common Sense,
Annelies Donckers.

You have a grip
on your Staff today.

And you are really insufferable.

Not just today, unfortunately.

75,000 euros.

I should have told you, I know.

- Was it the hospital's initiative?
- Yes.

- Why did you accept it?
- It was a lot of money.

Didn't they want to know
if mistakes were made?

Absolutely,
but how big is the chance?

Those doctors
always protect one another.

And your ex-wife?

I wouldn't have signed.

- How did you feel?
- Blood money.

The hospital records
don't indicate any mistakes.

Bullshit.

Why else did they pay so quickly?

To avoid a painful process.

Do you know what's a painful process?

Seeing your daughter go down a hallway
She'll never come back down alive.

That's a painful process.

We sat there.

Verhellen's face told me enough.

She'd made a mistake.
I saw it in her eyes.

She'd made a mistake.

- Don't you feel any shame?
- Of course I do.

- So you admit it.
- The first child, yes.

- So you admit it.
- The first child, yes.

- But not the second.
- You were always drunk. Always.

- But not the second.
- You were always drunk. Always.

And I lied for you in that report.

And I lied for you in that report.

Allergic reaction, rejection symptoms.

You should have stopped me, Bertrand.
You should have stopped me.

And Houben, too.

- You were right.
- Really, Hilde.

The father came to terms with it,

but the mother is so full of hatred.

but the mother is so full of hatred.

but the mother is so full of hatred.

She has an alibi, though.

Tivere's a third victim.

Hey, Denise.

Hello, Katrien.

He never meant any harm.

- You know that.
- Of course I do.

Denise.

It's not necessary.
No one knows about it.

Tell Paul to take a few days off
and then we'll see.

Thank you, Christina.

- Say hello to Grandpa, OK?
- Thank you.

I've solved it.

Who's coming to the cemetery?

John, coat.

Your third victim.

Yes, Jeroen Selleslaghs, 17,

died in a traffic accident,
september 3rd, 2014.

- Same day as Aerts.
- He's the donor.

She received his heart.

She received his heart.

A bereaved mother
and a bereaved father

A bereaved mother
and a bereaved father

teamed up for revenge.

Who'd have imagined?

It doesn't mean
I take my words back.

Which? Brilliantly smart
or exceptionally charming?

Enough. Look for
Selleslaghs Senior's number.

Hold on.

Maybe you should
visit the hospital first.

Maybe you should
visit the hospital first.

Dr Houben. f*ck.

The number for Surgery
is on my desk.

Surgery.

Selleslaghs, for Dr Houben.

Please wait over there.
The doctor has been delayed.

Occupied.

I think that appointment...

At first everyone shows compassion.

Then they want you to move on.

I couldn't.

Ilse couldn't.

What happened to your son?

A Sunday evening.

We'd been to Leuven
to set him up in his apartment.

Jeroen was going to do
his first year in medical school.

A butcher's son.

My mobile phone.

I lost control
of the wheel and we crashed.

I wanted him to live on.

In someone else.

To be rid of the pain.

And the guilt.

It was as if he was asleep.

Except that...

I couldn't wake him.

I... I couldn't wake him.

Are you coming?

I'm going to tidy up my desk, I think.

OK, see you tomorrow.

Annelies.

It's not our fault
we weren't in time.

Is it too much?

I saw your tears.

Jasper, if you go outside
when it rains,

you can't expect to stay dry.

Can I ask you something?

You're not sending me
to the kitchen, are you?

Could you just...

hold me for a moment?