01x05 - The Hotel m*rder

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Where?

Sorry I'm late.

Victim: Hendrik Marsboom,


The cleaning crew has found him.

He checked in yesterday with a
unknown woman like Filip Peeters.

Filip Peeters?

We don't know much yet.
He is divorced, has no children.

He works for a private clinic,
he is a plastic surgeon.

There are no traces of burglary
found.

He has let the k*ller in...
-Or who was already inside.

That bathrobe.

I think there is
afterwards.

Maybe that's a message.
What do we know about women?

Disappeared without a trace. No one has her
see it go outside.

We didn't find anything either.
No stuff, no clothes.

Not even the m*rder weapon.

A plastic surgeon, you said?

An operation that failed?

Do you compile a list
of dissatisfied patients?

Yes, surely?

Boss.

The man, who is totally inappropriate
h*m* sapiens calls...

let himself be guided more often
by irrational decisions...

then by reasoning thoughtfully.

A fine example of irrational
decision-making is...

Availability error.

Who has ever participated
to the lottery?

Who has ever
more than 250 euros won?

And yet we continue to buy those lottery tickets.
Why?

Because the lottery smart
is enough to show people...

who have won large sums of money.

The suckers who never have anything
won't show them.

Those are not available.

For the same reason dare
some not to fly...

although they are 133 times more likely
to die in a car accident...

then in a plane crash.

But safely landed aircraft
of course, we don't get to see it.

That's not news,
those are again unavailable.

Photos of aircraft wrecks...

images of aircraft wings,
broken nose wheel...

nosetail and a lot of torn apart
luggage with preferably some children's toys...

Young man, for yourself
makes an availability error:

Be careful with those languishing eyes
next to you, before you know it...

she breaks your heart, you become depressed...

and your education, paid for by
your parents, is going to the sharks.

Or to the galleons.

Where had I gone?

Nose wheels, tail wheels.

No phone calls?
-Not that I know.

No one has visited the police?

Maybe better so.

If I may give you any good advice...

Mrs Sneyers, good advice is like
the outer leaves of a cauliflower.

You can't do anything with that.

And that mysterious woman?
-We don't know yet.

But there's a camera,
this is a screenshot.

We looked at those images.

Okay, Daan has looked at those images,
this is taken at 6.23 am:

The time of death.
-We don't have any better.

And a dissatisfied patient?

The hospital says
that everyone is satisfied.

Inspector De Winter.
-We're really nowhere yet.

If you want to ask me what I think
that you want to ask me...

then the answer is no.

Hotel receptionist
wants to make a statement.

I'll do that.
I haven't eaten anything today.

What's it like between you and Annelies?

It goes.
-Now the superintendent is on leave.

Do you deal with those patients?

I think Annelies you no less
will find sympathetic if you agree...

on your stripes.

It's not easy
to get here.

Discretion is important
as a hotel clerk.

You can always be fired.

Do you want milk in it?
-A little bit.

I think it's important
that I don't get into trouble.

But what do you want to tell me now?
Just say it.

I've been at the athenaeum.

We were taught the latter there,
no, the fifth year...

of Mr. Vandenabbeele.
Physics.

We had a spaghetti evening
organized...

to pay for our Italy trip.
That's how it went back then.

And she was there too.
-Who?

The wife of...

Mr. Vandenabbeele,
she came there to help some.

I also saw them tap at the bar
and things like that.

That was the woman I was as Mrs.
Peeters checked in at the hotel.

I don't know if you can do anything with that.

Can you start over?

Ah, professor.

Is there anything I can do?

I happened to come by.

Accidental.

Working on something new?

The hotel m*rder, there you will
have already heard about it.

Not yet.

Tricky thing.

Plastic surgeon,
m*rder*d in a hotel.

Probably by his mistress,
it is untraceable.

Ah, professor.
What are you coming here to do?

Working on something new, I hear.

Yes, but I'm sure it will work out
without you.

The receptionist knows the suspect,
it's the wife of his ex-teacher.

I have arranged a search warrant.

His mistress?

The file is on my desk but
unauthorized persons are not allowed to look into it.

What are you doing here?

Have you banned Inspector Donckers
to seek my help?

That's a pity.

Why, a pity?

That you don't have the guts to the truth
to say. But I get it.

A person does not like to be
confronted with his stupidities.

You've come here...
to offend me again.

That's interesting. "Again."

That indicates a previous experience
who was so traumatic...

that personal resentment wins
of common sense.

That must be a serious insult
have been.

Sometimes you don't realize what you're saying.

I don't want to see you here anymore.

They are on their way to the mistress
to hold on.

He didn't do it.

We leave the uniforms that house-
do searching, and we take her with us.

Wait a minute.

Promise not to get angry.
-Why?

Just promise it.

How can I promise that I will not hurt
become if I don't know...

I knew you were going to get angry.
-I'm not angry. So what's up?

I find that since Rabet is gone,
you play the boss all the time.

Someone has to do that.

Now you are angry.

You haven't seen it yet
which is evil. This is evil.

Really.

All I want...

is that we consult before there
something is decided, okay?

That's the only thing.

If that's important to you.

Mrs. Sneyers,
I have a question for you.

Let's say someone says you
that you have offended her.

She wants you to apologize.

Actually, you just have the truth
said, isn't it offensive...

if you apologize?
-That depends.

Is this about me?
-About you?

I can't remember...
-Apologies accepted, sand about it.

Good day, sir.
-Mr. Vandenabbeele?

Annelies Donckers,
of the federal investigation department.

We have a search warrant.
-Is your wife at home?

It's all right, Stefaan.

It's all going to be fine,
I'll be right back.

Why? Are you going with us?

Don't be worried, eh.

I expected you much earlier.

The last few days have been hell.

You admit that you are? And that
you spent Monday night...

with Hendrik Marsboom
in hotel Belvédère.

Yes, we have an affair.

But I have nothing to do with his death.
-How did you get to know each other?

I work as a nurse, he has
consultations in the hospital.

Hendrik Marsboom was not married,
but you did go to a hotel.

Why not just at his house?

He wanted it that way, we talked
always off in another hotel.

What happened?
-Nothing.

I just mean,
nothing abnormal or anything.

Around seven o'clock we checked in.

Then we went to the wellness,
sauna, massage.

And then we're back
went to our room.

No conflict, quarrel?

Henry was always very attentive.

That photo was taken at 6:23 a.m., which
isn't it early to leave already?

I had said to my husband
that I was on night duty.

Then I'm usually
around seven o'clock at home.

But when I left there was nothing to it
the hand. Henry was still alive, really.

Donckers.

Thanks, I'm coming.

They found a g*n.
-What caliber?

The ballistic research
has yet to happen.

Do you have Vandenabbeele conveyed?
I go to the lab.

You are right.

Maybe I can very sometimes
a bit of playing the boss.

That's just
for our research, Daan.

Maybe that's the biggest thing
problem: your job, your father.

I think those are
just excuses...

so you don't have to open up
for other things or people.

And not just when you
sucked too much.

Listen, I've got here...
-Come here.

Come here.

Quiet.

Now you're going to listen to me.

Tomorrow night.

Nine o'clock, in the Vin Perdu.

What do you mean?
-One date.

One.

If you now have Vandenabbeele
to prison.

Guys, I have a date.

Three days the police searched
to the woman who is in this hotel...

the night with the victim
would have spent it.

Sources within the parquet
have confirmed us...

that the woman was arrested.

In her home, the m*rder weapon would be
have been recovered.

Too easy.

Bye, Jasper.

All the way in.

Mommy, me...
-The dean has called.

Why did he call?

Is it true that you have Professor Depuydt a
have mentioned underdeveloped amoeba?

An amoeba is a very complex creature.

Not with me.

Have you the past three days
still something eaten?

I made your favorite dish:
ham rolls with chicory in cheese sauce.

Are you expecting someone?

Sorry I'm late. I have
did bring your favorite food.

Salmon with tagliatelle and pesto.

I thought, he won't have time
to make food.

I hope you've already eaten something,
because...

Tamara, mom. Mommy, Tamara.

And Tamara is...

A friend.
We got to know each other on...

Sex. Once every two weeks.

I would often wish,
but then it gets expensive.

Do not forget to turn off the oven.

Before sex.

Her fingerprints
stand on the m*rder weapon.

Case closed?

I don't know.

It's stupid of her anyway
to just keep that at home?

He also said something like that.
-He?

For whom you have that file on your desk
let swing.

Maybe we should...
-We solve this case ourselves.

It's not my business...
-Indeed not.

It's been a long time, but...

I then cheated on him...

and that has destroyed everything.

If you have a sweet boyfriend,
don't do that.

Johan Vermarcke?

Jasper Teerlinck,
advisor to the federal police.

May I ask you a few questions?
-That's a library card.

May I perhaps give you anyway
ask a few questions?

We have that weapon in your garden shed
found.

Your fingerprints are on it.

You have the night with Marsboom
Spent.

You had the weapon and the opportunity,
we now want to know why.

I didn't k*ll Henry.

I've never seen that weapon before.

Did he want you to do things
against your will?

He never became violent?

Henry was always very attentive.

If you've never seen that weapon,
how come it in your garden shed?

I'll say it: you thought we did it
would not find it, Mrs Peeters.

For the umpteenth time:
Henry wanted to keep it discreet.

Hence the false name.
-Did he want to stop the affair?

No? Sure?

That wasn't a relationship.
-What then?

I was a patient with Doctor Marsboom.

He gave me expensive treatments
and I paid with sex.

With sex?

Maybe sit here for a moment.

For me, it was a dilemma.

It was telling the truth
or lose my job.

Technically not a dilemma.
One does not exclude the other.

The proof is there: you still have your job.

They're not that stupid, they will
wait until the storm has subsided.

I wanted to ask you a number of questions
about Stefaan Vandenabbeele.

The suspect's husband.

That was a former teacher of yours?
-Yes, physics, in the fifth.

What kind of teacher was he?
-Just.

I don't remember.
It was physics.

I do know that there is always
was told about him...

that a pupil had him
laughed at with a failed trial.

He then got that guy by his hair
caught and dragged through the class.

I don't know if it's true.

I have to remember them.
-Professor...

I've seen how much trouble
it took you to sit down...

i don't think you have anyone
at the hair will grip.

No, but the idea is fun.

Do you play chess?

If Vandenabbeele doesn't know anything about the
deal between Marsboom and his wife...

then he assumes it anyway
that she's having an affair?

She often goes to a hotel
with someone else.

So he shoots Mars tree and slides
the blame in his wife's shoes.

Two birds with one stone.

His rival is dead and his wife
gets the blame.

Professor?

What's not right?

In your analysis, it goes
to make a passionate act...

but you interpret
the facts rational.

While in this case irrationality
is the order of the day.

Who, according to Vandenabbeele, has
most of the blame?

His wife.
-Correct.

If he were the culprit, he would
have shot his wife...

and blamed the lover.

You should assume that the average
man doesn't think like you and I do.

Yes, at T.

I go to the pharmacy and I come.

Stefaan Vandenabbeele has been seen
on the camera images of the hotel.

They're going to pick him up now.
-That's good.

I'm going to go with it.
-That doesn't seem like a good idea to me.

Yet it is. You are standing
on the verge of committing a stupidity.

By that I don't mean your relationship
with colleague De Winter.

I'll solve that.

If I've ever told you, Christina...

that you have your own failure
does not dare to face...

and never yourself
takes responsibility...

then it's because you cheated on me
have with that assistant.

And you blamed me because I got you
supposedly didn't give enough attention.

Attention is for newborns.

Or demented elderly people, but not
for a young woman like you back then.

Do I have to apologize for that?
Then I apologize.

When I get back from
my meeting, he's out of here.

And I never want to see you again.

Surely you must have noticed that
your wife had undergone treatments?

A facelift is still
a serious procedure?

And such treatments
its not cheap.

You must have noticed
that she couldn't afford that.

I've been so stupid.

I want you to be happy,
but I wonder:

Should we take such a big step,
that you let that do?

Daniëlle had trouble with it
that she was getting older.

She wanted to have all kinds of things done about it.
-I just want to be real.

I want to be how I experience myself.

But we didn't have the money for that.

We argued a lot about it.

And then she said she
had found a solution.

She had registered
as a model. If...

Like a guinea pig.

As a kind of...

A guinea pig.

Mars tree was allowed
on her experimenting...

while other colleagues watched.

And then we didn't have to pay.

But you didn't know anything about the deal
between your wife and Marsboom?

Take a look at that.

Wablief?
-Look at that picture.

How did you know your wife and Mars tree
were you in hotel Belvédère?

I didn't know that.

Daniëlle had night shift, I was
home alone. I didn't know that.

Then all of a sudden I got a call
of a hotel.

They asked if they could make the reservation on
my wife's name was allowed to keep...

because the hotel was full and there were
still other candidates for a room.

Then they said
that it was no longer necessary.

My wife was apparently
came to the reception.

She was there.

I thought that was weird.

It's really haunted my head.

Then I called the hospital.

Then they told you that your wife
obviously didn't have a night shift.

Vehement.

And then you decided
to go to the hotel.

You waited until your wife was gone.

Then you shot Mars tree.
And you wanted to blame your wife.

I went to that hotel,
but I didn't go in.

I don't even have anything
said to Daniëlle.

I didn't feel like...

I didn't k*ll anyone.

He's lying.

His wife checked in under Janssens.
They can't have called.

Peeters.
-Yes. They can't have called.

You think he did it?
-Not necessarily. What he says is correct.

He was standing in front of that hotel at nine o'clock.
He didn't go in...

and the m*rder has just been committed
at half past seven in the morning.

Maybe he's come back
and slipped inside unseen.

Where is the professor anyway?

Do you arrange transport for Vandenabbeele?
I still need to do something for tonight.

Is it actually a luxury restaurant?

What?
-Is it a luxury restaurant?

That's not too bad.
-Do I have to put on a suit...

Have you seen my throat spray?

You saw what?
-For my throat.

It's still going to go on tonight, right?

Sure.

Cold or not, I'm going to keep going.

So they picked him up?

Yes.

That was you, right?
That physics lesson.

It was you that Vandenabbeele
has dragged down the hallway?

You gave him the night of the m*rder
called at home?

I shouldn't have done that.

It was such an opportunity.
I was able to take him back.

Who would have thought that he...

Pawn G7 to H6.

Do you feel guilty now?

That's life, professor.

Fortunately, there are occasionally
Compensation.

What compensations?

Queen, H6.

Checkmate.

Do you want to have a drink?
-I still have, thank you.

I have your table
in half an hour it will be necessary.

Annelies has described you very well.

Like a teddy bear.

Where are your glasses?

I have lenses in it.

Are you a friend of Annelies?

That's a coincidence, I'm expecting her,
but she's too late again.

I'm afraid Annelies won't come.

But she wanted us to be each other
got to know them.

This is a joke, right?

She's sitting here behind a corner
waiting, right?

It's not a joke.
Behold. It's daan, isn't it?

You have Annelies clearly
pushed too much.

You know she can't bear that.
That's why she wants to make that clear to you.

That's super tasty.

Deborah Raskin. Status: single.
But that's for now.

Daan De Winter.

Also single.

And a fat naïve sucker.

Pleasant.

Sorry.
-Does not give.

Good morning.

And, what was it like?
-Cozy.

Yes. It was very cozy.

Good food?
-Very good food.

What was it like with Debbie?
-With Debbie? Good.

Good, very nice, very nice.
With our... Debbie.

That's a good friend of mine.
-Yes, I've heard that.

Debbie is great, Debbie is very...
Debbie is Debbie.

Do normal.
-Us Debbie Debbie.

I loved it with Debbie.

What's up? It was just kidding.

I'm saying I loved it
with Debbie.

Debbie.
-Stop that.

Our Debbie.

Really, you're a moron.

Yes?

Yes, sure. Yes, I'm coming.

Hello Johan.
A taxi brought me here.

This taxi had a rather weird license plate.

The license plate
had the following figures: 1729.

That's the smallest natural number...

that is the sum
of two positive thirds of powers.

Precise.

Can we talk again?
-I pack my things.

Weird license plate.

Annelies, it's me.
You don't have to answer.

Ask Vandenabbeele
what time he had been called.

Where are you?
-Just ask that.

Yes.

About that phone call:
what time did the hotel call you?

Just before eight.
-Are you sure?

I was watching TV.
This was just beginning.

The receptionist has Vandenabbeele
called at 19.56.

He said his wife was standing in front of him.

You can't. According to the hotel details
they checked in at 19:07.

So he lied. Why?
-I don't know.

Do you have a name?
-From the receptionist?

Johan Vermarcke.

He has put us on the trail
of the Vandenabbeeles.

He's put us on the trail?
We're caught up in that.

Pick it up then.

I have a problem.
-What?

I don't have a partner.
-And Daan?

I had gone to get a coffee,
and all of a sudden he was gone.

If he starts doing that. Bowl.

Of course, that's not easy
at school.

What was that like with you?
-Not easy.

For me, it was simple at first,
I passed every year.

And then there was Mr. Vandenabbeele.

I often had problems with a
teacher, but he was a disaster.

Because of him you have your diploma
not made it.

We had a test work
about the fall acceleration.

The whole class panicked because no one
got it. Vandenabbeele doesn't really either.

He only asked things
that you couldn't learn from the book:

What is Newton's date of birth?
-January 4, 1643.

I know that now, but not then.
I had fallen hard.

When we got the test work back,
I protested.

Maybe I shouldn't have done that.

He said I was lazy, that I
abused my giftedness...

so as not to have to study,
and I was a loser.

I would never achieve anything and commit suicide
commit. He said that for the whole class.

Then you're standing there, as a sixteen-year-old.

You didn't finish your studies.
-I haven't gone back.

You never forgive Vandenabbeele.

Suddenly his wife was standing in front of you.
With another man.

You think: revenge.
-Suddenly she's standing there with another man.

I've been waiting for them
to the wellness were.

Then I called and said that his
woman had reserved a room.

Vandenabbeele his wife had
an affair and me, the loser...

went to confront him with it.

He didn't even dare to come in,
the cowardly dog.

He left, so I had to
invent something else.

Something that was even better,
and all of a sudden I had it.

The whole world would know
that his wife was having an affair.

Anyone would think
that she had k*lled her lover.

So, I just waited...

until she was home.

And it actually all went
very easy.

I just had to finger her-
put prints on the g*n.

If I do it
would hide at his house...

then the police would become suspicious.
Especially because of the fingerprints.

I also knew that because he
had been there in the evening...

the police would think he
had come back to take revenge.

What about Doctor Marsboom?
-He was unlucky.

That was really wrong place, wrong moment.

I found that bathrobe in the beginning
a little strange.

That got me thinking.

Mars tree, wrong man
in the wrong place.

Another offender would be the victim
never have it covered.

One more question: how are you so late on the
evening so quickly hit a g*n?

I have a whole collection,
all untraceable.

Very simple to get there.
-I don't understand that.

If I had you I would have fled
to never come back.

You now choose
for an irrational act.

You wave an armed g*n
in my direction.

I really hope you go with me.

What if I don't?

At least five witnesses
have seen us together.

What will they think
if the police find me dead?

More witnesses.

Stand still.
-Coat of arms away, Johan. Don't make it worse.

He won't sh**t. Huh Johan?

Jasper, don't.
-We discussed that.

He has that weapon, by the way,
not brought for me...

but for himself.

If you do this to punish me,
Jasper, he's not worth it.

I'm not going to jail.

Don't let him win.

Throw that weapon away.

You're worth more
than he has made you believe.

He can't win, Johan.

He has that weapon
not brought for me...

but for himself,
isn't it, Jasper?

Jasper.

It's over.

Put that g*n away, surrender.

If it is to punish me,
it's not worth it.

I want to get out of here. With you.

Goddammit, Daan.

Why didn't you know
that he had a g*n?

Because I didn't know.
-You need to ask for more information.

Have you gone crazy? It had here
can go completely wrong.

Life can sometimes be cruel.

Then you are gifted
with a superior set of brains...

and then you just have it
problems with it.

It shouldn't be easy
to be so intelligent.

But it helps in chess.

And for the rest...

All right with you?

I would appreciate it if you
my mother doesn't send me anymore.

We think that the cooperation with
the police are not such a good idea.

It changed you.
-How so?

You're more distracted.

Less focused.

You are less sharp.

Checkmate.

A revenge.

This time without cheating.