01x06 - Tamara

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Tamara, mom. Mommy, Tamara.

And Tamara is...

A friend.

We got to know each other on...
-Sex. Once every two weeks.

I would like more often,
but then it gets expensive.

With a customer... He stands
with his pants on his ankles.

He calmly says: Can you hurry up?
My wife turned into the driveway.

Shall we have a drink?
-I have to go to the professor.

Now, actually. I have to get away from it.

Bye, huh.
-Have fun.

You too, huh. Say the professor
that I can also listen well.

You wish.
-wh*re.

You're a wh*re yourself.

Is that for me?
-No, I lug it around for fun.

From the company Air-Lux.

Fantastic.

You're probably going to ask me now
to open that box for you.

Probably you will do or you refuse.

Admit that you are angry.
-I'm not angry.

I've said sorry a hundred times.
-That has nothing to do with Debbie.

So why are you working against me?
-I don't.

Because I don't agree with you,
there must be something behind it.

I also have an opinion.

Do you see that you are angry?

Professor?

Did you know that the air inside up to ten
is more polluted than outside?

While we have ninety percent
of our time inside.

Thanks to the filter
removes this air purifier...

dust, bacteria, pollen, fungi
and feces of the house mite.

With 16 decibels, the device is
suitable for small spaces.

Sit down.

What can I do for you?
-A young woman has been found.

Suspension. It seems suicidal,
but we have doubts.

We have no doubts.

Did I mention that the device maintenance-
is friendly and movable?

Sorry, you had doubts.
-Yes. Traces of resistance.

She has broken nails
and the t*rd spots are missing.

Those are point-shaped hemorrhages
in the eyelids.

Caused in death
by strangulation or suspension.

Never in case of suffocation.
-There are exceptions.

She had a high-risk profession: escort girl.

Do you have a name?

Tamara Vriendts.


and nine o'clock in the evening.

She was last seen
at a quarter to seven, in the store.

She's gone grocery shopping, what
is weird when you're going to commit suicide.

That's not so weird, is it?

There are even people
who vacuum their entire living room...

or washing dishes
before they overdose.

And those nails?
-Panic reaction.

She hangs herself up, she changes her mind and
pulls itself up. Bam, her nails break.

Have you arrested a suspect?
-Nope.

Maybe one of her customers.
-Yes, but we don't know it.

We have no calendar, mobile, nothing.
That's weird.

That's super weird.

Where is that agenda?

Who found her?

Her mother.
Apparently they had agreed.

Agreed to do what?

To talk. Tamara wanted something
say important. That's all I know.

Maybe it was the intention
that that mother found her.

The intention that her mother
found her? You don't believe that, do you?

So you think
that such a thing is not possible?

That people are their loved ones
terribly wanting to hurt?

Such that the latter
terrible image of their father...

their whole lives stays with them?

Daughter.
You said dad, it's daughter.

Has anything moved?
-Nope.

I miss...

Cornflakes, breadsticks...

dessert rice, granola.

I think we're suicidal
can exclude.

Why? Because there are groceries
in the closet?

The victim entered
with two plastic bags...

one of which is untraceable.

The m*rder weapon.

Tamara comes home, she puts
her groceries in the closet.

The perpetrator overpowers her with
a bag, suffocates her.

Put those messages away
and takes the bag with you.

So no t*rd stains.

I call the lab
for additional research, Daan.

I'm doing my best.
-Yes, Donckers.

I threw it away.

You're already back.

It was time.
-Are you sure?

I've been in those three weeks
wallpapering my living room...

my kitchen painted and
the garage tidy. I'm sure.

Paul, I want you to know
that no one here is judging you.

I certainly don't.

I don't have to think about it
that something like that happens to my kids.

Commissioner.

Thanks, that you have my problem
haven't made it official.

There was nothing wrong with those messages.
-And that receipt?

I didn't look for that.
Normal people throw that away.

That's not what it's about.

It's not about ordinary or not.
You haven't done your job thoroughly.

Because it had to and would be suicide.
I know why. You're still angry.

Here we go again, because I'm angry.
-You can be so stubborn.

Obstinate?
-Terrible, terrible.

I? Honor who says that.
That word was invented for you.

Everything in order?

Just a disagreement.
-Good to see you, Paul.

So, what do you want?
I missed the peace.

And the good atmosphere.

Tell us about that disagreement.

There were traces of polyethylene
in the neck wound of Tamara Vriendts.

Plastic.
-So from now on it is officially m*rder.

A deal is a deal, I don't say anything.

Daan, you ask the results
of the mobile phone traffic on?

Triumphant smiles, is that allowed?

Do you have Tamara Vriendts actually
well known?

Tamara did not commit suicide.

Why not?
-Because she didn't commit suicide.

How can you know for sure? People
do not run for sale with their problems.

She did not commit suicide.

She even had plans
to stop her work.

The question is not:
why are we oppressed?

The question is: why claim
others so passionately...

and with so much resentment
that we are oppressed?

Foucault.

Did Tamara argue with someone or something?

We would like a list
of its customers.

We never talked about the work.

Except about the professor.

The professor?

Yes, that was a special one.
He just wanted to talk.

Does that professor have a name?

Are you sure?

Everyone called with prepaid, except him.

You don't believe this.

So the professor is a customer?
-How do you know?

He called her sometimes, the last time
the night of the m*rder.

You don't mean that?
-I wasn't good about it myself.

Surely there is something normal about that person.

Say, guys. I know it's
is nice, but stick to the case.

You are looking for the customers,
I'm going to go to the professor.

Knock first, huh.

You never know.

I haven't seen the professor yet.
He had an appointment this morning.

Christina.
-Dean.

All right? That was a long time ago.

That was a very long time ago.

I'm looking for Jasper.
Professor Teerlinck.

Me too.

He missed a lecture.
-And an appointment.

It's not that hard after all
to let us know?

And the janitor is sick.

Guts, I guess.

So I have to...

The dean never did it.

And what about...

Dirk?
-How?

Dirk was it, yes.
-Good.

And the kids?
-Very good.

How old are they now?
-8 and 13.

Is it urgent?
-Very urgent. For an investigation.

I need to talk to him.
So when you see or hear him or...

That he... Good?
-Okay.

Mrs. Sneyers.

Christina Flamant.

Clément Versmissen.
Vriendts and Lesage work for him.

We picked him up once at
the case with that missing student.

In any case, every girl should be fifty
give up percent of what she earns.

Clémentje was probably not happy
if one wanted to stop.

If he kills one,
he doesn't see any more money.

Or he wanted to set an example.
Have him picked up.

That good chicken, was that 46?
-No, 45.

Annelies, Daan.

The professor...

I once asked him to join because
I was sure he could help us.

That's what he did,
several times even.

But at what cost?

I see now that I have the consequences
of my decision...

have not rated correctly.

That should not have happened.
Commissioner, I do not think...

All customers of Tamara Vriendts are
suspicious. The professor is a customer.

You don't think...
-I think in any case...

that he is in this case
can no longer be an advisor.

I asked the investigating judge
to revoke his special status.

Jasper?

Jasper?

Jasper, what's up?

Is it Christina?
-What's that with you and Christina anyway?

She's had you before
brought to the abyss.

Don't let it happen a second time.

What do you think to prove
by solving crimes?

Crimes come at the expense of people.

They are left broken and
don't understand that such a thing happened.

So if I can help, I'd like to
looking over the edge of the abyss.

If necessary, to the bottom.

I just spent the whole evening
in my case.

Why do you want to know that?

Regrettable.

Great girl.

It's a real shame.
-You should have been an actor, Clément.

You would win an Oscar,
with two fingers in your nose.

Not a bad plan in itself.

Staging suicide
to show who is in charge.

Why would I do that?
-Because she wanted to stop.

Pomp.

A girl who wants to stop,
I have no problems with that.

Or did you think it's wise to
to let her f*ck against her will?

You knew she wanted to quit?

She had hit the jackpot.

Jackpot?

Sometimes it happens that such a sucker
fall in love with such a girl...

and then necessarily wants to save her.
-Tamara had found such a person?

Ask me no name, no idea.

Have you ever seen him?
-Once.

He was driving a black Porsche.

Yes, professor?

Why didn't you say
that you knew her?

Here lies what you need.
-I thought we trusted each other.

Why the ridiculous
supposition?

I didn't say anything because I did this
otherwise it couldn't have done that.

All files of its customers,
ranked according to probability.

You don't mean that.
We have been looking for that for two days.

Everything is in it,
from address to medical history.

What people put on Facebook...

How do you get those names?
-That doesn't matter.

Okay, overwritten from her calendar.

She behaved unsafely, I liked it
not wrong to check her.

Were you in love with her?

Stay with the case.
-That probability, what about that?

First pile: not really likely.

Bank employees, postmen,
people like that.

Second pile:
men with strange hobbies.

Third pile: very likely.

CEOs of companies, politicians.

According to her pimp, a customer wanted
save her from prostitution.

And he's changed his mind
or comes back to it.

Tamara insists, becomes a
problem and signs her death sentence.

We can compare the profiles.

We already know he
in a black Porsche drives.

That's how it can be done.

No, I'm with the professor.

I just get the div list here.
So go ahead.

Wait, no.

No, he's on it.

Here Paul, he's on it.
That Porsche is on it.

Do you arrange a search warrant?

We got him. Thank you.

I'm going to go with it.

That does not seem sensible to me.
-I want to see him.

The Commissioner does not want
that we work together.

The Commissioner is intelligent.

Wise enough to know
why you should ignore a foolish command.

But that's...

I have informed myself.

Your case is going to
about an alleged suicide.

I'm not allowed to say anything about that.

His father committed suicide.
-That's what he told me.

Did he also say
that he found him?

He was eight years old.

Something like that leaves traces. For ever.

Why don't you say
why did you come?

If it ends badly with him,
you will pay for it.

I have plenty of friends
to take care of that.

I do not agree with this.
When Flamant hears this, you experience something.

She doesn't hear that from me.

The Block is still
a witness, not a suspect.

I do not agree with this.

If Flamant found out...
-Now take it easy for a moment.

That's always the same with you.
You can be such a p*ssy.

You're here anyway.

Hello ma'am, police.
We would love to speak to Mr. De Block.

Irish whisky has no smoky taste.
It is not fired on peat.

For smoky taste
I recommend Scotch whisky to you.

Inspector, what's going on?
-Good question, Jean.

Sorry, we may sir his house
search.

That seems perfectly fine to me.
Sorry, Eric.

Mr. De Block,
we want to speak to you too.

We don't have time for that.

Is it true that every week you...

had paid sex with a young
prost*tute, Tamara Vriendts?

That you have that poor child
have promised everything?

But because she kept chasing you,
did you k*ll her?

I suggest we have that conversation
on the desk...

Mr. Attorney.

If I were you, attorney, I would
my friends choose with more care.

Can I?

Usually at her house.
Does that mean you have a key?

We have indications that Tamara
Vriendt's relationship has started...

with one of its customers.

A good customer, because he drives
with a Porsche.

So you never promised
that you would leave your wife?

So you promised it,
but you didn't mean it?

Where were you last Friday
between seven and nine o'clock in the evening?

Evening.

Just answer the question.

Go ahead.

Don't think I've forgotten
what you've done to me.

And forgive?
I certainly wouldn't count on that.

Did Annelies tell me my decision?

Why doesn't anyone ask about my alibi?

Do you think
that I'm not capable of it?

Where were you the night of the m*rder?
-I was home alone.

I know you knew her.
-I called her because she was late.

It's not for you to go on...

Just ask the question.
-What question?

What the hell I've seen
in someone like Tamara Vriendts.

She was honest and she was pure.

She didn't need any instructions for use
to make her look into her soul.

How she died is terrible
and I'm worried about that.

No matter how weird you think that is.

I know her father himself
hung in the gazebo.

She found him.
Twelve years, one more child.

So no.

I never wondered
what you saw in her.

Thank you.

Before nine o'clock in the evening?

And you know for sure?

Thank you.

The police doctor.
Tamara died before nine o'clock.

She was last seen
at a quarter to seven in the supermarket.

Eric De Block
can't have done it.

I was so sure
that that cackman had done it.

I'll let The Block go.

The other files
we'll see tomorrow.

I know I've been the past two
days wasn't so nice to you.

That doesn't matter.
-No, I wanted to apologize.

I wondered
did you want to go for a drink?

I need to give you something...

All right?
-Yes. With you?

Hey. You were right, huh.

Are we going?

See you tomorow.

First, a quick piss.

How is your colleague doing?

Which one? I have a lot of colleagues huh, dad.

That boy who was at our house
has been. How has he been again?

Danny? Daan. Great guy.

A soft character, I think.

You wouldn't say your memory
no longer works.

I have my moments like that.

Where was my spring party?

I only know
that you were very cute.

That doesn't count, Dad.
I'm always cute.

It was something about nuns and pigs.

Farm. No, farm.

The Kapelhoeve.
-Good.

My job? Complete.

Detective of the...
judicial federal police.

Federal judicial police.

The name of my first boyfriend?
-Daan.

When it comes to a real boyfriend...

You've had so many boyfriends.
I don't know.

Mrs. Sneyers. All right?

Yes. But it would help if you have something
let us know if you don't show up.

That's inexcusable.
It won't happen again.

Inspector, a mobile has no
sense if you have it on voicemail?

Give me a call back.
I have solved the matter.

I know...

I got a phone call
of the Attorney General.

A personal friend of mine.

I said yesterday that people
their friends had to choose better.

The attorney was there, I believe.

You mentioned Eric De Block
in front of everyone...

You called him a wh*re-runner.

You understood me well enough.
You've also accused him of m*rder.

Would you like to have such friends?

They let him go.

He's innocent.

Be glad they
do not file a complaint.

It's not
because you work with the police...

You are right.
My behavior was unacceptable.

I suggest that you call the attorney.

If he was Mr. and Mrs. De Block
want to invite you to a conversation...

I would like to apologise.

You want to apologize?

Tell me where and when.
-Jasper, this is not a game.

Inspector, moment.

I don't understand.

First he says he has the case
has solved.

Now he wants to apologize.

That's weird.

But you can already do something there now
about say?

In principle, yes.

Professor, inspector.
Please sit down.

Professor, you wanted to say something
against Mr. and Mrs. De Block?

Man has evolved as a species
by his ability to learn.

That process starts pretty early.
Small babies, for example.

Who grab for things
and learn to estimate distance in this way.

In this way we also develop processes such as
gaining favor with someone...

and avoid conflicts
about actions such as organizing.

I like to classify things from
small to large or large to small.

That works for me, I get there
glad of it. It's also typically masculine.

Women prefer to classify according to
a concept, content for example.

Professor, do you want to get to the point?

Of course, Mr. Attorney.

Mr. De Block is
a typical spatial order.

When I, I admit, unsolicited
came to visit him at his home...

for example, he placed a bottle
Irish whiskey next to cheap cognac.

He did not do this according to content,
according to the size.

Professor, I had understood
that you wanted to apologize.

And therefore, Mr. De Block,
I sincerely apologize to you.

You have Tamara Vriendts indeed
not k*lled.

Your wife has Tamara Vriendts
m*rder*d.

Maybe we should be the professor
still let it speak.

Thank you, attorney.

It struck me the first time
that the k*ller's messages...

in an illogical way
had put it in the closet.

Not according to content,
but according to size.

As Mr. De Block did
would have, but that could not...

because he was at a party
between seven and nine.

Then I realized that the messages weren't
were put back by the k*ller...

but by a man who saw after a party
that his wife was totally upset.

Mrs De Block, you may not have been
planning to k*ll Tamara.

You probably wanted her alone
frighten.

But when you saw how beautiful she was,
you realized that your marriage was over.

Unless Tamara final
disappeared from your life.

When your wife told you
what she had done, Mr. De Block...

you went to the place of the m*rder.

You have everything cleaned to it
to make it look like a suicide.

I think so.

Especially when the police doctor to the
your wife's scratched arms looks.

That's why you've been doing for days
walks around with long sleeves...

while it's 24 degrees outside?

So, Mr. De Block,
once again I apologize.

You wish.
-wh*re.

You're a wh*re yourself.

I asked the investigating judge
not to revoke your mandate.

You're a woman,
he won't be surprised by that.

Until the next case.

Until the next case.

I am very, very angry for a long time
been on you.

I couldn't understand
that you had chosen someone else.

Now it is.

I think you have the right decision
have taken.