01x02 - A Fatal Mistake

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Scientists have been themselves for centuries
hunched over the question...

whether certain people are destined...

to criminal behavior.

In 1876 Cesare Lombroso published...

a book in which he claimed...

that criminals
had a separate physique:

Long arms, a flat nose
and strikingly large ears.

Although our friend Lombroso may have
had just tasted too much...

of the delicacies in his medi-
cijnkast, his question is interesting.

Are all people essentially good
or is there an innate gene...

that incites criminal behavior?

Some say that in everyone
a m*rder*r lurks...

if the reason is large enough.

Others say that the circumstances
everything determine:

A difficult background...
-Another one.

Or the bad influence of others,
but the question remains:

Is criminal behavior learned
or innate?

One becomes delinquent by dealing
with criminal friends...

or our friends become delinquent
by dealing with us?

You see, ladies and gentlemen,
it's not that simple.

We are only too happy to
that criminals are people...

with a deviation, because then
they easily fit into a box.

Only when our somewhat boring
but friendly neighbor...

suddenly a serial k*ller
turns out to see...

we realize that such a simple
worldview is misplaced.

Ladies and gentlemen, go looking
to the k*ller in you.

By the next lesson I want a paper
of four pages...

about the true nature of the m*rder*r.

The victim is Armand De Sutter,


For him, the book is definitely closed.
-What was going on here?

A farewell drink from an employee.

We've gathered everyone.

According to the doctor, he is poisoned
by cyanide.

Fortified by the carbon dioxide.
-And accelerated.

Are there eyewitnesses?
-Everyone is questioned.

The waiter has the glass
from a colleague.

He took that from that table,
between the other glasses.

Anyone can put that poison in that glass
have done so.

And having drunk from it.

That's right.

Tricky thing.

It pleases me
that you finally make the effort...

to read the announcements.

Mrs. Sneyers,
I will tell you something.

I go every morning for a few minutes
spend for the bulletin board...

because everyone does.

I'm not going to read that.

Or is there something on it
what I absolutely need to know?

That tomorrow is my birthday
and I love red roses.

It's a cliché, I know.
I'm only a woman.

Ah yes, there are two people
of the police for you.

In your office, yes.

I really couldn't stop them.

Do you mean that?
-It's only for a few hours.

My nephew is cute.
With some wine and a movie...

I prefer to regulate traffic
with feathers in my a*s...

then babysitting with you.

Good morning, professor.

Mrs Sneyers insisted on it
that we waited here.

We are here for the m*rder of
Armand De Sutter, the librarian.

The most boring person I know.
-That's our problem in a nutshell.

De Sutter had no wife or children.

No friends, no scandals.

Well books of course.
-Yes, no one with a motive.

So the cyanide had
for someone else.

Interesting.
-Certainly.

De Sutter was chatting
with Claudine Ongena.

He also works here, as a head
of the student secretariat.

Does that say anything to you?

In any case, we have checked
whether she had a collision.

Now some sources say that recently
was a conflict between the two of you.

A conflict?
-Yes.

You would give her 'one to papers
addicted beguine' have mentioned.

I could have said that.

We assume
that you have nothing to do with this.

But you understand that we
have to examine everything.

So Jasper Teerlinck, where were you
at the time of the facts?

Should I ever get one to paper
wanting to k*ll addicted beguine...

I certainly wouldn't
of victim erring.

I think he had us through.
-Sure.

If you want him to cooperate
to the case, ask.

Bye, Mrs. Sneyers.

Otherwise, he says no.
-And that's going to work?

Anyway.

Say, do you want sweet or salty popcorn
tonight?

The lab has no trace
of the poison found.

Only on the glass of De Sutter.

The name of the perpetrator is on here?
-Yes.

But no one has a criminal record.

And we still don't know
whether De Sutter was the target.

Tricky thing.

How are you doing now?

It goes.

And Denise?

Difficult.

One day at a time, huh.

If I can do something...

Yes, but purely hypothetical.

If we were a couple now,
would you still want children?

Daan, please.
-Yes or no?

Do you want coffee?

And?
-Of course, he immediately realised that.

Do you want sugar?

For four years.

Jasper, I know you're there.

Did you know that your cyanide
just buy online?

Potassium cyanide?
-Twenty euros for fifty grams.

You need about 0.15 grams...

to put an adult human being around with.

That's 333.33 corpses for 20 euros.

Jasper, a problem
you can just talk it out.

In the long run, elimination is better.

What can I do for you, Dean?
-Wait, I...

I have here...

This is a fine of 35 euros...

for books that you're way too late
have returned...

coincidentally one day
after the death of De Sutter.

It was worth a try.

Yes, but there's another thing.

Your exam reports from previous acade-
miejaar are still not in.

Exam reports?

Extensive comments
to give the students feedback.

Is that new?
-We've been doing that for a few years anyway.

Interesting.

So they have to
to the student secretariat?

Yes, with Mrs Ongena.

You don't have to go there right now
to begin.

Rules are there for everyone.

Okay then.

I fear that it will be
still too early.

A new treatment has been started.

We'll know more in a few days.

Nowadays they can do a lot.

Mrs Ongena.

Bye professor.

Professor.

I brought something for you.

The exam reports
from last academic year.

Those from the years before are still to come.

You have the same thing for everyone
written: very good.

Thank you.
-No, "very good".

But Charle Deweerdt: a 1.5.
That's not 'very good', is it?

Taking into account its limited
intellectual abilities...

that was very good.

That way.

Yes, I'll just take your file.

Mrs Ongena, while I am here.

How did you discover it?

How did I discover what?
-That your husband is having an affair.

How do you know?

Three things.
One, the lack of your wedding ring.

Two, your far too deep cleavage
and thirdly, his age...

on which he buys a sports car
or a mistress takes.

Can be seen from the tissues on your desk
he chose the latter.

Now, when the police question you...

it is important
that you do not conceal that affair.

You would make yourself suspicious.

Why would the police question me?

Because they might think
that you wanted to k*ll your husband.

Excuse me?

Mr. De Sutter, our dead
librarian, you know...

It was poisoned.

The police think that
that was a mistake...

and that the poison was for your husband.
-For my husband?

So now they're looking at who has a motive.
-A motif.

A deceived woman, for example.

And with poison, one quickly thinks
to a woman, hence.

Yeah, but... I didn't...
That's not true, eh.

Therefore, I would own
take the initiative.

Going to the police yourself?
-Indeed.

Right away?
-Absolutely.

Thank you.
-Thank you.

Let's assume
that De Sutter was not the target.

What do we know about those other couples?
-I have the couple Jaspaert here.

She is the rector's private secretary.

He is a printer representative.
That seems normal.

Who else?
-Mr. and Mrs. Ongena.

He works for the city,
they at the student secretariat.

Yes?

It's downstairs with you now?
Just send it up.

Mrs Ongena wants a statement
come to pass.

I had actually been around for a long time
Suspicions.

He suddenly had to work a lot of overtime,
a striking amount. Also on weekends.

Before that, he was always home on time.
That wasn't right.

At some point...
I'm ashamed of that.

At some point I am
gone through his stuff.

He had the hotel bill
just forgot his coat.

Please.
-Thank you.

There is something else
that you really need to know.

Mr. Ongena, there are clues
that the poison at the reception...

was meant for you.

Hein?

A few weeks ago...

has an unknown man
Mr. Ongena threatened at home.

Mrs Ongena
had never seen him before.

What was it about?
-His job.

Those Ongena must permits
and deliver environmental reports.

What does he say?
-He doesn't remember anything about that.

Interesting.
-Very interesting.

He does remember
an argument with his wife...

about that hassle with that mistress
Of course.

Apparently, that quarrel was so intense...

that the neighbors called the police.

I think it's weird that mrs.
Ongena himself has come to us.

It could be that I have some there
at helped got.

I said you suspected her
of attempted m*rder of her husband...

whatever you had done,
you had known about that affair.

You say we suspect her?
-An attempt at it.

Potayto potaato.
-I was also suspicious.

What if it wasn't her?
-That is also true.

What?
Mrs Ongena is innocent.

I picked up Mr. Ongena
at work...

with all his colleagues.

I have confronted Mrs Ongena
with her adulterous husband...

which was very embarrassing...

and now you say that
that has been for nothing?

For nothing?

I didn't say that.

I get a point head from you.

I haven't had much time,
so it is what it is.

It looks nice.

Baby.

When it's hard to come by
then you have to say that.

Then I'll do it myself.

I know that.

You've had a tough day, huh.
-That's not too bad.

I see that.

But good things are also happening
in the world.

You know that, right?

Why are you saying that now?

Sometimes I'm afraid...

that it makes you sad.

I'm just really tired.

I'm really devastated. That's it.

It's tasty, huh.

Dad, you haven't even tasted it yet.
-I know that.

I can see that.

Eat.

Say what you have to say.

Sorry.

Can I have a look?

Johan Spermalie, 33 years old.

Spermalie, what a name.

Suicide?

No, we don't think so.
Too much is not right.

An atypical b*llet impact,
a second tire track.

And he still had money in his pocket,
so no robbery m*rder.

And a picture. Daan, let's see?

No traces of gunpowder were found either.

Has his wife been informed yet?
-Not yet.

I'll go with it, Paul.

Surely that is not possible.

We would like to ask you a few questions
want to ask.

Did your husband have enemies?

Maybe personal problems?

Was he in debt somewhere?

Did he have an argument with someone recently?
-No, everyone liked him.

What should I tell her?

Professor.

Don't think I'm more now
go do it for you, but...

thanks anyway for the flowers.

So you think those flowers
be mine? Interesting.

Jasper?

Could I just speak to you?

Do not forget about them in a vase
to put, in lukewarm water.

I'm going to dry them.

Was that your idea?
-What?

That paper-addicted nun.
-My idea, yes.

Nothing changed yet.
-Neither do you.

You see that as a compliment,
interesting.

Thank you.

Maybe I'm making a big mistake now...

Would you like to strengthen my service?

Legally, it can be done perfectly. You can
be added as an external advisor.

I have a strong team.

Donckers is a talent. Rabet, a
great track record but...

He thinks like a three-year-old.

He's struggling
with the death of its daughter.

Of course, that's also possible.

What do you think?
-I don't think anything.

I get a point head from you.

My conversation with Inspector Donckers
went bad, I guess.

I think we both know
that you like to solve complex issues.

Come on, Jasper.

What would I do for you then
can mean?

First, I'd like you to speak
with Mr. Spermalie's widow.

She's waiting for you
on the right in the meeting room.

It helps,
if you know the dean personally.

Johan was always in a good mood.

I sometimes really didn't understand
how he kept that up.

Our daughter has leukemia.


are committed by an acquaintance...



Do you think I...
-Of course not.

But the chances are very high
that you know the culprit.

Then I would say that anyway.
-You don't have to.

Did your husband have a conflict with someone?

Problems at work?
-Everyone liked him.

That must be quite a nightmare,
that everyone likes you.

One finds Michelangelo's David beautiful,
but a man of flesh and blood...

Nightmare.

Your child is seriously ill.

Whoever such a thing happens to is often angry
on the rest of the world.

That has nothing to do with it.
-Your husband was not angry?

What has nothing to do with it?

Johan was convinced
that Lena has become ill...

because our house is built
on contaminated soil.

We have had a soil investigation
and there was poison in the ground.

Johan then filed a complaint
against the building firm.

The Spermalies first have a complaint
filed against the construction company Stavelco.

Stavelco must therefore know that their home
on contaminated soil.

That complaint was declared inadmissible.
All those permits are in order.

Annelies.

Sorry. Sorry.

Now spermalies have a lawsuit
run into the construction company Stavelco...

with new evidence.

Only it doesn't happen right away.

Stavelco may have been afraid
to lose.

They hire a m*rder*r.
Hup, suicide.

Stavelco doesn't stop that process
by k*lling Spermalie.

Well, if his wife drops the case.

If you have something concrete,
let us know.

What about the other case?

I questioned Ongena, but
no one would have threatened him.

We had to let his wife go:
lack of evidence.

But where does all that information come from
away from that process?

I'll tell you that in your office.

Those Ongena...

It delivers environmental permits, right?

Why?

As an advisor, Paul.
That can only help.

Commissioner, that person is
incredibly arrogant.

Who never takes into account a
other and is completely disturbed.

Okay, but he's also brilliant
and he can help our team.

He is afraid of that word,
because in a team you have to work together.

And say what you want,
but he can't.

I understand your reaction.
-I don't think so.

The situation is also special.
-What do you mean?

Two murders and you're nowhere to be found.

Sorry to have me lately
myself am not...

and only six months ago my
only daughter had to bury.

Sorry to have every morning in the eyes
of a child must look...

and say that her mother
very happy is in heaven...

while I only know
that there is hell.

Okay.

Paul, if you think so...

I say to the professor
that we do it without him.

It's like you say: two murders
and we're nowhere to be found.

I just want to know one thing:

Does he come, because you doubt me
or because you were once together?

I do not have to answer that.
-Not against me, against yourself it is.

What you have ever seen in him,
I don't understand.

I don't understand.

Professor?

Those two things are
interconnected.

I know that.

Roeland Ongena makes the inventory
of the soil certificates.

Spermalie realizes that his house
on heavily polluted soil.

He threatens Ongena at home and Ongena
then possibly kills Spermalie.

Why didn't you say anything?
-Call it a test.

I wanted to see if you guys own it yourself
would discover.

A test?
-Yes. Before I decide if I...

anyway advisor added to
wants to become the federal investigation department.

Before I decide?
I thought that was all right a long time ago.

You've thought that's wrong.

You wanted to talk to me for a moment?
-Yes. Do you close the door for a moment?

Sit down.

The Commissioner has that Professor T.
asked to become an advisor.

Okay.

You don't think that's a good idea?
-You do?

He is very smart and Annelies...
-Wait, wait.

You say it.

We're not going to fool ourselves, eh Daan.

That professor is not interested
in you, in me or in our work.

He is only interested
in inspector Donckers.

Do you think?
-I'm pretty sure of that.

And as she worships him...

I don't need a drawing
when making?

That child is a bird for the cat.

And just as bad: I fear
that our Commissioner hopes...

that the professor still wants her.

So if we have that arrogant piece
don't keep an eye on learned...

this will soon be the lonely heart office.

It is what it is.

Here's how we're going to do it.

I keep an eye on Flamant
and you Annelies.

Make sure they are
don't let it take over.

And keep me informed of everything
what those two are discussing. Okay?

Can I help you?
-I see them already, thank you.

Mrs Ongena?

Good afternoon.
May I ask you a few questions?

I'd rather not be where he's at.

Sorry?

I'd rather not be where he's at.
-Did I do something wrong?

Maybe the professor should
apologize.

I want to see that.
-I wouldn't know why.

Rules are rules.

Rules are rules,
also for professors.

Rules are there for those who do not
can think or act independently.

Please.

Mrs Ongena, we just want you
show one photo.

Mrs Ongena?

Please.

Do you know this man?

Yes, he is.
He has come to threaten Roeland.

Really, one hundred percent sure.

Okay, thank you. That was it.

You are responsible for
the delivery of soil certificates?

You are a civil servant after all
spatial planning and environment?

Is this your signature?

That's a soil certificate
that you have delivered.

Apparently there was nothing wrong
with that soil.

A soil test was unnecessary for
the sale. Everything was fine, fine.

Do you know the Spermalie family?

No, that doesn't mean anything to me.

Johan and Katrien Spermalie?
Probably not.

They moved to that land.

They have an independent
have soil research carried out.

I'll just read it out.

"The soil is very contaminated."

'Very' it does not say,
but that's what it comes down to.

Very polluted, because it said
formerly a zinc factory.

Do you have an explanation for that?

No.

You say you don't know Johan Spermalie.
-Yes, I say that.

That's weird,
for your wife has confirmed...

that Johan Spermalie
you have come home threatening.

You also know that we suspect...

that Johan Spermalie
you tried to k*ll.

Meanwhile, those are
no more suspicions...

because we have here
found an online order...

for fifty grams of potassium cyanide,
on Johan Spermalie's computer.

That turns out to be the poison
with which Armand De Sutter was m*rder*d.

That man who fell dead at the reception
wherever you were present.

Have you tried in your turn
Johan Spermalie to k*ll?

No.

So you weren't either
at the place of the m*rder?

Okay.

Look, we have
a few pictures taken.

That's a picture
from the tire of your car...

and this is one
of that same tire track.

They are both identical. Nevertheless?

Now it is the case that your tire track,
that is in this picture...

found on the place
where Johan Spermalie was m*rder*d.

That's a coincidence, huh.

What do you think, Mr. Ongena?
Time for the truth?

When you heard the m*rder of Armand
The Sutter could be a misunderstanding...

you knew right away that you were the target.
You even knew from whom.

But with that information you dared
not to go to the police.

Mr. Ongena, whether you confirm now
what we already know...

and then this might become
legitimate self-defense...

or we lock you up for m*rder.

I falsified that inventory.

I have been approached by the Coninx family.

They wanted the site of the zinc factory
allotment into building land, but...

that soil was so polluted
that a building permit...

That was out of the question.

Then they made a lot of money...

And then all of a sudden he was standing
at my door, Spermalie.

He said his daughter was sick
and that that was my fault.

Yes, when you told me that
someone had wanted to poison me...

I knew it was him.

Yes... What was I supposed to do?

Wait until he got it
was going to try again?

I called him then.

Say what you have to say.
I said I had a proposal.

I thought...

everyone is going to believe
that it was suicide.

For his child.

He did try first
to k*ll me.

Christina, can I just speak to you?

Inside.

You don't mean that.

I don't have time for it. It goes
at the expense of my academic work.

You can give the real reason.
-And who is?

That you have to see me again.

So it's still running
around Christina Flamant.

That you dare to say something like that out loud.

You know what? I hope you
be happy in your own little world...

where everything revolves around you.

See you tomorow.

This is the list of my people.

But I'm sure those
have nothing to do with that.

Can you still ask anyone
keep themselves available?

I'll keep that one for a moment.

No, you don't mean it.
Who owns that dog?

Can someone take that dog away?
-Andre, your dog.

Mr. Stockman, Inspector Donckers.

I know who you are,
but I don't have time.

Two minutes, that's all.
-Sorry, I'm already late.

And I have your colleagues
already told everything I know.

Told everything you know?

I have my doubts about that.

In fact, I'm pretty sure you
lied to my colleagues.

But that's not so bad.

I'll give you another chance,
provided...

that you tell me everything now
what you know.

Good?

Unless you prefer the social
inspection on the floor.

Okay.

Two minutes then.

Sir?

Can I help you, sir?

Lena Spermalie's room.
-Who do you say?

Lena Spermalie.

Can you read that out, please?

Room 116.

Follow the yellow dots.

Do I bother?

You know what happened...
-I'd rather be alone.

It won't be long.

My father died,
when I was eight.

I never really knew him.

My mother...

Hello Jasper.

She raised me on her own.

That wasn't always the case with us
equally easy.

If Lena survives this...

then she needs a mother
who will always be there for her.

A mother who is not bothered
of her conscience.

Why would I suffer from that?
-Because the conscience...

is a poison.

You're way too late.

Where have you been?

Come with me.

Johan Spermalie has
Armand De Sutter did not k*ll.

He is not on the guest list of
the reception and was not staff.

It entered unseen
and was gone before we were there.

I had it there much faster
to have to think about it.

Many catering companies have people
in black, also at that reception.

There are four names not on that list.

When we arrived, their boss did
they smuggled out...

and also not put on the list.

I had to push a bit
at that sucker of catering...

but i have an additional list
Gotten...

with the names of the other employees.

Number three.

I couldn't live with it.

Lena has become ill with that mess
in the ground. I had to do something.

That's when you decided
to k*ll Ongena?

That was me alone.

I ordered that cyanide online.

With his credit card?
-Yes, I don't have one.

Then I just had to
wait for the right moment.

That reception?

I occasionally update a bit
in black at a caterer.

Those medical expenses of Lena
are not paying.

That caterer did the reception
of the university.

I knew Ongena's wife worked there.
I was hoping he would be there too.

He was standing there with a bunch of people
and he was the only one who drank champagne.

His glass was empty and I...

And all of a sudden things went wrong.

I saw that happen,
but I really couldn't do anything anymore.

I knew that Ongena Johan had
m*rder*d, but what was I supposed to do?

If I said something, you guys would
pick me up and then Lena was alone.

What's going to happen to her?

Are you okay?

I've studied your papers in depth.

Ladies and gentlemen, the level
of your workpieces is deplorable.

So I'll tell you guys
doing a service...

by reading aloud
from The nature of a m*rder*r...

of one of the better students
that I once had.

The conclusion must be that cruelty
is not the exclusive domain...

of madmen and born criminals.

On the contrary
everyone is capable of cruelty...

but, and that is very important,
not to the same extent.

People with a positive
effusiveness...

so people who are good
in their own skin...

performance-oriented
and be socially involved...

are less likely to
commit criminal acts...

than people with low emotionality
who are worried and sensitive to stress...

and always feel like the victim
of other people and circumstances.

He's one of them, huh.

Inspector.

You knew that all the time?

You've known from the beginning
that she had done so.

That's why you suddenly wanted to
no more working with us.

You didn't want to have on your conscience...

that Lena after her father
her mother would also lose.

Professor.

I would really like our
want to continue working together.

And I think...

I'm pretty sure that
Christina would appreciate that too.

I want to try again sometimes.

On one condition: I'll never go again
a hospital inside.

A café, a crèche or other spaces
with at least five meters of space.

Say, Jasper.

I once had a paper there
written about it.

The nature of a m*rder*r.
-Really?

You don't remember any of that?

Inspector, I read so many papers.