02x07 - Razernij

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Sam?

The woman is in serious condition,
but only dared to report it yesterday...

at the Brussels police.

He has now confirmed that this is
the work of the same serial r*pist...

which has already claimed
seven victims in recent months.



Good morning. Nathalie van Espen?

Good day, I'm Hannah Maes.
Vice Investigation.

This is my colleague, Bob De Groof.

I have to ask you a few questions.

I understand it's not easy, but...

otherwise you just tell what happened?

It took ten minutes.

Do you remember what he was wearing?
Or what he looked like?

Dark clothes.

Did you hear his voice?

What time exactly did the bell ring?

Just after seven. When he was done,
he stayed for a while.

To do something?

I heard him moving things.

Was he looking for something?

Don't know.

At ten past eight, a certain
Sam Boey found you.

Who is that?

Sam is a good friend.

We live together.

Do you also sleep with Sam?

We have separate rooms.

And I have a boyfriend.
- A friend?

What is his name?
- Frank van Laere.

And why do you live with Sam
Boey and not with Frank van Laere?

I only just met Frank.

And Sam is a really sweet boy.

He sat next to my bed all night.

I am a social assistant at the
Center for General Welfare.

Last night there was a
reception for the volunteers.

Till what time?
- Until eight.

Twenty o'clock in the evening.

I went home straight away.
I first saw blood on the floor.

And then I saw Nathalie. She lay there.

On her stomach.

I immediately called 911.

Do you know anyone who would or
could do something like that to her?

An ex-boyfriend, maybe?

Have you fallen?

How do you get that?
- From Frank.

Frank van Laere. Nathalie's friend.

Did he hit you?

He had been drinking.

What did you drink last night?

A few glasses of red wine, why?

Sam Boey told us...

that you gave him a beating last week.

Why was that?
- Then I was drinking. Too much.

I didn't know what I was doing anymore...
Did I have to come here for that?

Sam said you thought Nathalie
was having an affair with him.

Is that right?
- Listen, if you have a girlfriend...

you don't live with
another man. That's true.

Did you say that to her?
And what did she say?

That Sam was just a friend and
nothing more. “Blah blah blah.

” And you believed her.

Where were you between
seven and eight last night?

Jesus Christ. At home.
- Can anyone confirm that?

Oh dear.
- I had to prepare for an audition.

Memorizing dialogues...
- You also work at Pizza Hut, right?

Provisional.

I am looking for a job. As an actor.

Are you good at pretending?

How do we know you're telling the truth?

Nathalie is my girlfriend. If I
want to f*ck her, I just do it, right?

No no, this isn't about f*cking, Frank.

That's frustration, that's anger.
That is a need for assertiveness.

Chances are, someone who
is this frustrated and angry...

has committed violence before.

And that he was also convicted for that.

An Irish pub row, it says.

You then stated that you suffered from...

paranoid delusions, schizophrenia.

And now you think Nathalie
is having an affair with him.

Is that again...
- Listen, man. I've been in therapy for a year.

I take my medication every day.

That schizophrenia and those
paranoid delusions, that's over.

I've got everything under control.

Except your temperament.

Listen, I didn't r*pe Nathalie.

Now if you'll excuse me, I
have a callback at five o'clock.

Good luck.

Victim Nathalie van Espen confirms
that she and her boyfriend Frank...

the 'Sam misunderstanding'
have talked...

so basically Frank had no
reason to punish her anymore.

And tracks?
- Just the tape...

which was used to tie up Nathalie.

We sent it to the lab for testing.

She claims he came inside her...

but there were no traces of
semen. Well made of latex...

so he probably used a condom.

A r*pist who practices safe sex? Cheers.

But no condom was
found. Only Nathalie's blood.

And no further footprints,
fingerprints, no hairs... nothing.

Which also explains why he stayed,
because he probably cleaned up.

A real 'new man'.
- Did he do the dishes too?

Am I the only one who
makes the connection?

The serial r*pist of Brussels?
- Yes. He wears a balaclava...

He rings the doorbell, knocks
his victims to the ground...

and tie them with gray
Pattex Power Tape...

and then he r*pes them with a condom.

In Brussels, yes.

Yes, but they are all victims
between the ages of 25 and 30...

all r*ped in the last three months...

all the same physique,
all red or brown hair.

I think Nathalie is ninth.

Mark, aren't you jumping to
conclusions a little too quickly?

I will contact my colleagues in Brussels.

Hello, I am looking for a
ship called 'Beirut Princess'.

I'm told it's owned by
your company, ESC.

Is that right?
- No, 'Beirut Princess' is not ours.

We rent it.
- O. Whose is it?

From an Israeli company.

'Beirut Princess' is from Israel?

Okay. And where is the ship now?

Sorry, safety precautions...

Suppose I try to contact a
family member who is on this ship.

A moment please.

I'm sorry. You can contact the
Lebanese Embassy in your country.

Okay thank you. Day.

Hannah Maes?

Jurgen de Coene, VTM News.

Is it true that the serial r*pist
of Brussels has struck in Ghent?

Who says that?

Bob? Oil-bearing crop, in five letters?

Sesame.

Colleague Bob De Groof. Jef Deroo.
- Nice to meet you.

Colleague Kevin Desmet. Jef Deroo.
- I've heard a lot about you.

Then we have Charles Ruiters...
- Entertainment.

Have you informed the press?

And Chief Inspector Hannah Maes.
- Jef Deroo, Federal Brussels.

Colleague Deroo has drawn
up the profile of the serial r*pist.

I asked Jef to brief you.

Did you happen to brief the press?
- Of course not.

No? How come they make a
link between Brussels and Ghent?

Someone of you must
have tipped them off.

Or maybe someone from Ghent.
Where can I project my PowerPoint here?

PowerPoint? You can get a light box.

I'll call for an Italian.

The Brussels serial r*pist is
a white man in his twenties...

with an active profession. A misogynist...

but with very well developed social skills.

What's his motive?
- This type of perpetrator usually strikes...

after a conflict with one
of the women in his life.

His stops break, he goes
looking for another woman...

to respond to. Kevin?

The victims often look
very much like the woman...

that got that perpetrator so angry.

That might explain why those
eight women are the same type.

In Quantico they call that
an anger-retaliatory r*pist...

that is one of the twelve types that...
- The FBI...

has mapped out.
- A what?

Anger retaliatory r*pist.

That kind will always
strike near its own home.

And not in another city.
- Moved from Brussels to Ghent?

Contact the Population
Department and ask...

how many Brussels residents
have gone to Ghent in recent weeks...

The perpetrator is apparently not
the only one expanding his territory.

Sorry. Force of habit.
- This case is for us. Okay?

Hannah.

I've been waiting for half an
hour and your cell phone isn't on.

Yes. Then we still have half an hour.

Thirty minute break.

Finished? Thirty minutes.
- Guard. This is your interim report.

Can I read that?
- It's about you.

And? Did I fail?

'Hannah Maes is idiosyncratic,
stubborn and obsessive...'

'driven and focused.'

'Still sufficiently balanced
to carry out her task properly.'

I could have told you that
last bit from the beginning.

My advice is to stop the sessions.

I am cured. Wow, finally.

It was a complete waste of
time. Nothing personal, Vicky.

Bye.

Hannah Maes can really be
an arrogant b*tch sometimes.

Nothing personal, mind you.

Miss Maes. Sorry about that.

I hope that cooperation will
run a little smoother from now on.

Who is talking about collaboration
here? The briefing is over, right?

Greetings to the Federal in Brussels.

From the lab. Nathalie was tied
with that gray Pattex Power Tape.

Just like those eight women in Brussels.

That's obvious, right? That that too...
- Yes it's OK. Thank you, Bob.

Charles, have you heard from
the Population Department yet?

Last month, thirteen men
moved from Brussels to Ghent.

Officially then, because... Here's the list.

Because in reality it
is of course a bit more.

All have a clean criminal record.

Good. Checking alibis. Both for the
facts in Brussels and for those in Ghent.

I think I have one.

Sam Boey is the boy
we interviewed, right?

Who lives with Nathalie? He has only
been working in Ghent for two weeks.

Guess where, before that?
- Brussels.

Good. Picked up for
questioning. Get a search warrant.

Madam.

Hello young man, how can I help you?

I'm coming for Kevin.

Kevin? Kevin how?

Kevin.
- Danny?

Kevin.
- What are you doing here?

Danny, what are you doing here?

This is my brother.

What are you doing here?

First some fries, and then to the movies?

Danny, that's not possible. I'm working.

We have to arrest someone.
- A thief? Cool, can I come?

Danny, that's not possible. I'm
at work. How did you get here?

With the bus.

I'll give you some money. Buy
some candy or cola with the rest.

And you take the bus straight
home, right? Promise it.

Hello, Danny.

Why can't that boy come along?
- Bob, please.

We're just going to pick
up a b*stard. He can help.

At all eight times I was
in Brussels for work.

Can anyone confirm that?
- Not that I know.

I was a salesman for Belgacom.
I was on the road all day.

I was happy that I
could start here in Ghent.

Can I finally know what this is about?

We found these photos on your camera.

Is Nathalie a friend?
Or is she more than that?

A girlfriend.
- Are you in love with her?

My way, yes.

Have you told her that yet?
- No. She already had someone.

What do you say? Did she already have two?
- She already had someone.

That is West Flemish. She
already had someone. However?

So she already had one? Okay.

That doesn't mean you can't
be in love with someone, does it?

I didn't r*pe her.

I checked with your
colleagues at the CHW.

There was indeed a volunteer
drinks that lasted until 8pm...

but you were already gone at 7 p.m.
- I then went to my office...

to complete a file. I left around 8 p.m.

Home, like I said.

Can anyone confirm that?
- Not that I know.

You don't know much, do you?
Don't know or don't want to say?

He says he doesn't know Didn't
you hear that or something?

Just leave him alone.
Better get me a coffee.

Do you want something to drink?
- A glass of water.

A water and a coffee.
With milk, no sugar.

Sorry, my colleague is
sometimes a bit slow to understand.

But yes, she has a double handicap:
It's a woman and she's blonde.

What is Bob doing?

We're looking for a
misogynist, huh Kevin?

If that Sam thinks Bob is
one, he might start chatting.

By the way, do you know the difference
between a dumb blonde and a garbage bag?

It looks like it's going well.

There is no difference. You have to fill
them both up and then put them outside.

I understand that you couldn't
keep your hands off this.

Do you have more of those photos?

From other women?

From Brussels?

Which women from Brussels?
I really don't know anything.

I want to keep it here for a
while. Further investigation.

Perhaps he had contact
with the victims as a salesman.

Do you really not want anything to drink?
- No, thank you.

I think it's better if you leave us alone.
- I think he can stay.

It's much better...
- Bob, let him stay. Is cosy.

We found these photos on
Sam's phone. Your friend.

Goddamnit.

I knew it. Because that's
what happens, Nathalie.

If you have a friend, you
don't live with another man.

Has he said he feels something for you?
- No not at all.

But you knew?

Why didn't you ever say anything to me?

Because I knew how you would react.
- Has he ever approached you?

A few times, yes.
- Aha, look at that.

And I'm supposed to think that's normal?
- Damn it, Frank.

You're not the only one who
would like some attention.

Sorry, I have a call. Yes, Charles?

Thank you.

Do you think Sam could have
been the one who r*ped you?

I don't know what to
think anymore, Sorry.

I want you to come live with me, Nathalie.
- No, that's too early.

Or me, or Sam. You can choose.

I'd rather go back to
my mother and father.

Above all, do what you cannot resist.

Good...
- Excuse me.

Did I miss something?

That was Charles. Those men
who Ghent moved to Brussels...

all have an alibi for at
least one of the nine r*pes.

So yes. Dead end.

Daddy.

I have an important meeting.
- I'll come along for a while.

'Beirut Princess', does that
name mean anything to you?

That's a ship. An Israeli ship.

Did Bart perhaps work for the
Israeli secret service? The Mossad?

Yes, isn't it?

Hannah, I have to go inside now.

I'll still call. But don't do
anything until we've spoken again.

Yes, Charles?

What?

Vicky. Hey, Charles.

She has a concussion, internal
bleeding and two broken ribs.

Body examination?
- Traces of latex.

She is still too drowsy and
too weak from the anesthesia.

The doctor will let us know
when we can talk to her.

as*h*le.

Hey, Leo. You had a session
with Vicky Renders today, right?

At half past three?
How long did that last?


I'll explain it sometimes.

Okay bye.

And?
- Yes, the men are ready.

This is probably from
Vicky, she was r*ped here.

Look what they found: tape.

I'm betting on Pattex Power Tape.

And who found her here?
- No one.

She had to free herself. She
called the ambulance herself.

What time was that?
- 18 hours 24.

Any idea what time she got home?

According to her agenda, she
had one last session at 3:30 PM...

with Leo van der Smissen
from the Homicide section.

And according to him, that
appointment ended at 4:30 PM.

So by quarter...
- Quarter to.

What is that?
- A dictaphone, it was in Vicky's jacket.

Hey guys, are we actually
allowed to investigate that case?

Vicky is a close colleague of ours, right?

You start a neighborhood investigation.

Come on little one, let's go.

Come on.

I am trying to sleep. A little respect, yes?

Hey, neighbor.

Are you coming for another dance?

What is that?
- A leftover from the party.

That's not allowed, is it?
- Possession is allowed.

Not so much.

Are you serious?
- I'm from the police, right Koen.

You're still working on your riddle, Hey?

What was it?
One word, ten letters, no vowels.

Just tell me.
- Mrntrnflkw.

No, but I'm working on it.

Sleep on it another night.
- I will do.

Then I can sleep too.

Hey, leave a little bit here.

'Another difficult conversation.
No cooperation.'

'Next time I'll ask about
interfamilial relationships.'

'Hannah doesn't trust me.
As if I'm part of some kind of conspiracy.'

'Some progress today.
The bond with Hannah grows. Finally.'

'Hannah can really be an arrogant brat.
Nothing personal, mind you.'

"And yet I will miss her."

Mr. Deroo.

How is your research going?

Vicky is too weak to be interrogated.

The blood we found at her home is hers.

And there are no witnesses. So yes.

I cannot conjure perpetrators,
eh, Mr. Deroo?

Eventually you start to think that
all those r*pes here in Ghent...

dealing with the work of a copycat.

The first victim here was probably-
bound with Pattex Power Tape, correct?

Correct. Exactly like
the victims in Brussels.

How do you know the brand of that tape?

The point is that the perpetrator in
Brussels used 3M brand duct tape.

No Pattex Power Tape.
- So it's wrong in the newspaper?

Because we deliberately
leaked incorrect information.

A matter of challenging the perpetrator.

But now someone is using
that wrong information...

to imitate the real perpetrator in Brussels?
- A copycat.

Come on, what kind of crazy
person imitates a serial r*pist?

A crazy person who wants attention
just like that madman in Brussels.

We have to interrogate that
Frank again, I'm telling you.

Nathalie's boyfriend? Why?

Because a copycat usually
has psychological problems.

And a criminal record. Therefore.

One year in the Herman Teirlinck studio.
- Failed.

Two years of showbiz
school, stopped halfway.

And then another year
Ghent Conservatory.

Failed.
- You really want to become an actor.

Is that already prohibited?
- No absolutely not.

But it's a shame it didn't work out.

I was that close. Danny Zuco, Grease.

The musical? Main role.

But yes, I had to go
to therapy if necessary.

And then you started
working at the Pizza Hut.

Like a complete stranger,
serving people... That makes sense.

Especially when a serial r*pist
appears in the media week after week.

All that attention... that's what
you've wanted all these years.

What are you actually insinuating?
- That you imitate the Brussels r*pist...

here in Ghent.

That's completely ridiculous.
- Did you r*pe Nathalie?

Too crazy to run wild.
- And then r*ped Renders?

Have you ever heard yourself,
miss? You need to go to therapy.

Touche.

Where were you yesterday
between 5:00 PM and 6:30 PM?

At an audition.
- Oh yeah? Where?

Minuet.
- Mene-what?

Production house. Lousbergskaai 105.

Mark. What's the deal
with that Jef Deroo?

How come he knows
everything about our research?

Because I write to him.
- Why?

Collaboration with
the Federal in Brussels.

At the request of the mayor, Daniël.

Police reform, You know
what that means, right?

Communication between
the different services?

Jef Deroo works for us
as an external advisor.

And why not as an inspector?

Because that is logically not possible.
- How did that happen?

He headed the
investigation in Brussels...

until his wife became one of the victims.

From the serial r*pist?

And we're only hearing this now?
- So for him this isn't just a case.

It's personal. So he briefs
us, he shares his expertise.

Just hold on.
- Hannah...

Yes? What do you mean by 'gone'?

No. I saw it yesterday.

Yes here.

Here at the police station, Mom.
When was the last time you saw it?

Jeff.

Sorry for making
things so difficult for you.

Maybe it is indeed
better if we work together.

So they told you about my wife.

How is she doing?
- Better.

Especially thanks to Lorenzo.
That's our son. Three years old.

Didn't you find it strange that your
wife became a victim of the serial r*pist?

Yes, we first thought
about a personal settlement.

But we never found any
concrete evidence for that.

And what did you think?

She was probably just
the type of perpetrator.

But Roos is your wife and Vicky is my
colleague, that's quite a coincidence, isn't it?

Sorry.

With Hannah.

Fantastic. Okay, we're coming.

Vicky has recovered.

Hey Kevin, we're going to question Vicky.

I have to go, my brother is gone.
Ask Bob or Charles or something.

No, those are that Frank's alibi...

I'm free, if you want.

No, you are not allowed to interrogate.

I can listen too.

Here, flowers.

And? Are you feeling a little better yet?

The doctors say I can
go home tomorrow.

That is good news.

This is Inspector Deroo, of
the Federal Office of Brussels.

Are you okay with him being there?

Is it okay if I ask you a few questions?

What time did you leave
for the Kremlin yesterday?

Around a quarter to five, I think.

I went to refuel and went to the bakery...

and then home.

So at a quarter past five...

Half past six, I think.

Then he r*ped me.

And approximately how long did it take?

A quarter of an hour.

And he walked around some
more. And then he was gone.

Can you describe him? Hair
color, perfume, stature, anything?

His voice, little details?

Nothing?

And before it happened...

on the way home?

Have you noticed anything?

Someone following you or something?

There was a journalist.

He wanted an interview.
- Nope...

Jurgen de Coene?

He wanted to talk to me about
that serial r*pist in Brussels.

Is that why you're
here? Is it the same man?

We don't think so.

We can't say more about it.

Promise me you'll find him, okay?

Are you OK?

Vicky reminded me of Roos.

I then promised her something.
That I would find the perpetrator.

And she's angry now because
I haven't succeeded yet.

Not yet.

Thanks for calling.

What's the scoop?

The scoop is that we
have a new suspect.

Which fully matches the
profile of the perpetrator.

Who?

A young, white man
from Ghent. 29 years.

Someone who likes attention and
therefore became a TV journalist.

Is this a joke?
- No, this isn't a joke.

The last victim, Vicky Renders...

is here in the parking lot, just
in front the crime you committed.

She thought you were quite
pushy. Then she went home...

and now my question
is: Did you follow her?

I left immediately, I
had an editorial meeting.

Can anyone confirm that?

The entire VTM newsroom.

What time exactly did you arrive there?

About seven o'clock.

That's still plenty of time to
r*pe someone in between.

That may be good, but I was stuck
in a traffic jam in Groot-Bijgaarden.

And three days ago around


In Brussels at work.
- Can anyone confirm that?

Nearly a million viewers
I was on the news live.

How come you made the link
between Brussels and Ghent so quickly?

Because I was tipped off.
- By who?

I'm not going to reveal my sources.
- Are you imitating the Brussels r*pist?

No. But now I understand why the
perpetrator is still walking around free.

You guys are just incompetent.

Let's see what the
viewers will say about that.

Miss Maes.

A dead end.

The umpteenth.

Call De Coene and make a deal.
Otherwise he'll embarrass you in the news.

Interrogating a journalist
How can you be so stupid?

The press is already on our roof.
- He promised me to keep it quiet...

in exchange for the next
scoop. Okay? It is arranged.

That's not very smart, is it?

Bob, have you checked
Frank van Laere's alibi yet?

Yes, that has been checked
and double checked. And it's true.

Between four and seven, that
guy actually had an audition...

for some movie.
Confirmed by four witnesses.

Yes and now?

If we're dealing with a copycat...

maybe we should predict his next steps.

The one from Brussels
started raping three months ago.

Who was the third victim? What was
the time span between two and three?

Doesn't matter, because the time difference
between victims one and two in Brussels...

is not the same as in Ghent.

The only thing the victims have
in common is their appearance.

So predicting is not possible.

Sorry. Have you seen Danny
yet? Has he been here yet?

Where have you been?
- Relax, it's his brother.

Another two hours and it's
a disturbing disappearance.

Relax, that boy is 18 years old.

He saw a nice Mega Mindy.
- Mom says it's my fault.

That I don't pay him any attention.

Come on Kevin, your mom doesn't mean that.
- I have to go looking.

Are you really worried?
- Yes, I'm really worried, Bob.

Come.

Hey guys.

Kevin's brother, right?
- What are you going to do?

It's not over yet... huh.

Yes Dad?
- I have to tell you something about Bart.

Okay, just say it.
- Not on the phone.

Can you come to my office tomorrow?
- What time?

Yes that is good.

Good evening. 'Earth roads.'

One word, ten letters, no vowels.

Earth roads.

There are indeed no
vowels on dirt roads.

Wow. I'm impressed. Thank you.

What 'thank you'?

I treated you to lobster,
I took care of your rabbit...

I solved your riddle...
- And now you want a present?

I'm leaving for Lanzarote tomorrow,
for a bikini sh**t...

A little gift...

Hey. There was more to it yesterday.

Imagination. You were
far gone yesterday.

I smell it.

Good trip.

He's probably walking alone
somewhere in that shitty weather.

What now? An investigation report?

He'll come up.
- We'll find it.

Danny, damn it.

Where have you been? I was terrified.

Where were you all the time?
- At Annelies from the swimming club.

What did I say? With your Mega Mindy.

Why didn't you call mom?
- I was angry.

Angry at who?
- We got a call at five past ten...

from a shop at the Rabot.
He stole three bananas.

Three bananas stolen.
- I gave you money, right? What is this?

This was in his wallet.
- Why didn't you pay, Danny?

You catch thieves. I wanted to see you.

Danny, you don't have to
steal to see me, do you?

Come on, let's go
home. Mom is terrified.

I'll have to make a PV of this.

What nonsense.
- A PV? For three bananas?

We're going to pay back those
people from that shop, yes? And that's it.

Promise, I won't do it again.

That's promised.

Because he's your brother.

First some fries and then a movie?
- Yes that is good.

First some fries and then a movie.

Coffee?

I need to speak to Hannah.
- Now?

Now.

There was a car in front of my
door the day before yesterday.

And I saw someone get
out, and then the bell rang.

What did he look like?

Normal build, dark clothes,
but that's all I've seen.

And the car?
- Black.

Model, brand, type?

Yeah, I don't know.
- Big or small?

Small, I think. But maybe, if I
could see the model again...

It'll be fine.

Are there any other tracks, actually?

He likes attention. In the newspaper...

on TV...

And I have an idea, but...

you have to agree to it.

Next to me is the last victim of
the serial r*pist for the time being.

A young, courageous woman,
who does not shy away from publicity.

On the contrary. You wanted
to make a statement this way.

Why?
- Because I want to set an example.

Not only as a policewoman,
but also as a victim.

There are undoubtedly more women who
have been assaulted by this perpetrator...

and I want to encourage them
to stand up for themselves...

and report everything to the police.

But maybe some are afraid that
the perpetrator will punish them for it...

and r*ped them again.

That's not the way he works.

By the way, this is not really about
r*pe, but rather about violence.

But isn't this the work of a serial r*pist?

The perpetrator wants
to penetrate, but he can't.

He is impotent, so he
takes it out through violence.

Fine. Well done.

It's on there.

When will it be broadcast?
- The news from a quarter to six.

Thank you.
- Thank you for the scoop.

Good.
- Well, this is provocation.

I know.

We can also use a stand-in,
but he realizes that straight away.

Is Mark Vermaelen already aware?

I'll email it.

Good. Choosing cars?

Fiesta?
- Certainly not.

Wait a minute.

Yes, that's it.

All right.
- Opel Corsa.

Bob, find out who drives around
in Ghent with a black Opel Corsa.

Yes, it will be fine.
- And check their alibis.

Vicky. Now it's up to you.

We'll be with you at five
o'clock. Hopefully the fish bites.

One more thing, my dictaphone...
- Yes, we have.

I'll give it back to you today.

And sorry for acting
like an arrogant b*tch.

You listened to it.

Just my session.

See you later.

And...

stay strong.

Be careful.
- Fine.

MTFBWY.

Bye.

How much more?
- Fourteen, fifteen... sixteen.

I didn't know there were so many black
Opel Corsas driving around in Ghent.

We can't all afford a
Pontiac, can we Bob?

Are you OK? Shouldn't you just...

No, I'm fine.

Police.

Sabine Debaecke?

Can we ask a few questions?
- Yes why?

That Opel Corsa downstairs...
- XAT994.

Are you the only person driving that?

My friend borrowed it for a
day the day before yesterday...

when his got a service.

What's your friend's name?
- Jef Deroo, you may know him.

Jef Deroo? From Brussels, the cop?

Does he live here with you in Ghent?

Since a couple of weeks.
Officially he still lives in Brussels.

Yes, we know that.

Why?

Bob, tell me.

Jef Deroo has been in a relationship with a
certain Sabine Debaecke from Ghent for a few weeks.

But he is married to,
what's her name, Roos?

But according to that child here,
Roos... three months ago...

filed for divorce.

Then the r*pes in Brussels started.

Yes, and the divorce was
finalized four days ago.

The day Nathalie was r*ped.

And the day before yesterday,
Roos was given custody of Lorenzo...

Jef's little one.
- The day Vicky was r*ped. f*ck.

And that day Jef Deroo
happened to be in Ghent...

and then drove around
in a black Opel Corsa.

Copycat, ammehula. That
guy is just taking it out on his ex.

By raping women who look like her.

Do you know where he is yet?
- According to that kid here, he's at work.

But his own colleagues
cannot reach him.

Okay.
- Hannah?

Mark?

Did you tell Jef that Vicky
made a statement on television?

f*ck.
- I forwarded your email.

Matter of the Federal...

keep informed.

Aren't your friends here to get me yet?

Stand up.

Get up, Deroo. Come on.

Slowly and carefully. Calm.

Take off that hat.

Carefully.

Chief Inspector Deroo.

Hands on your neck.

In your neck, I tell you.

Now.

Daddy?