01x04 - Double Life

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You know what it is
with those eastern bloc girls?

They're all below their price.
All.

And it's not that that then
improves something about the quality.

Do you still have that
not disposed of?

They then scream all together
and think:

Now the customer has to be satisfied.

That's your mother, isn't it?

I said it to Clément.

I said: If you are not bankrupt
want to be in a month...

then you shouldn't do that.

And what does he say himself?

I hope for you he doesn't.

For a good conversation
you don't have to be with those girls.

I think that's the only thing
what they say.

Your time is up.

Yes of course.

That's for you.

See you in two weeks?
-Certainly.

On average, a person tells
fourteen lies a day.

You are truly my best customer.

Evolution has taught us that
honesty can lead to conflict.

That is why we have become masters
in lying and deceiving each other.

So we say with ease how cute
we find a newborn baby...

while that wrinkled lump of meat
just about the ugliest thing is...

what we've ever seen.

For the combatants of injustice
it is important to know...

or suspects tell the truth
or not.

A small experiment. The coming
minutes I will tell one lie.

It is up to you to
at the next lesson to know.

To begin with, liars avoid
any eye contact.

Perhaps they realize that their pupils
get bigger when they lie.

Two: people who lie,
touch the nose more than others.

Lying makes the adrenaline rise,
causing the blood vessels to constrict...

and strongly blood-soaked parts of it
body, such as the nose, start to itch.

Three: people who use lying
more words, more details...

in their statements.

And finally: people who lie,
let more winds.

The latter is not made up.

That dealer was stinking last week
during that interrogation.

That's from that kebab.

Davy Desmet.

Nineteen years,
first bachelor's degree in Law.

He disappeared without a trace last week.

This is Jean-Philippe Delaplace.

That's Davy's roommate.

In the afternoon they go to class together
gone. They had agreed in the evening.

He didn't show up.

A day later, Delaplace
come to report the disappearance.

Isn't that a matter for Missing Persons?
-But they don't really care about it.

They think of suicide.

Davy has his exam results
sent to it.

They weren't good.

It wouldn't be the first student
who...

He has a point.
-But there is no farewell letter.

And according to his friends, Davy would
never commit suicide.

According to his father, yes.

Davy's mother was four years ago
died, of breast cancer.

And that was tough, for both of us.

We've got ourselves there well
beaten through it.

But lately it went again
not so good with him.

He had...

How would I say it?
He was stuck with something.

This is not just a disappearance.
Look at that trace investigation.

His room has been cleaned?
-No DNA has been found. Nothing.

No fingerprint, no hair.
-Strange.

Something happened there
and we may not know what.

And then there's something else.

What?

Superintendent Rabet does not know
that we are here...

and he doesn't want to
that we deal with that case.

She says that because then you're sure to
would be interested.

I suggest
that we start with that room.

Here it is.

Day. Is there any news yet?
-We can't say anything.

Jean-Philippe Delaplace,
who has made the declaration.

My sister, Maaike.
She's visiting for a while.

His bed was made, but otherwise
it's like he's left quickly.

His suitcase is still there.
-Computer?

Games.
Almost nothing for his studies.

It makes sense that he failed to do everything.

With his mails and Facebook
there was nothing special.

What do we know about Jean-Philippe?
-He also studies law.

And to see his car
his parents are filthy rich.

I recognize the look.

A student's gaze
who hasn't done anything for a whole year...

and then scared and uncertain
on the oral exam.

In his case also guilty.
But why guilty?

Should we leave you alone for a while?

Marie-Claire wasn't just here
momentarily.

Yes, I have something with Davy.

How did you get to know him?
-Via Jean-Philippe.

We went to a concert together.

And what did your brother think of that relationship?

I wasn't a fan of that.
-Why not?

Davy is the son of a garage owner.

So?
-You know what I mean, don't you?

No.

Sorry, but that's just not possible.
Maaike would one day see that too.

I wanted Davy and her
save that whining.

So yes, I got there with Davy
arguing about it.

I hope that he will therefore
hasn't done anything about it.

That was not the intention.
-And when was that quarrel?

The day he disappeared, I think.

Then we were in the evening
have a drink.

Why didn't you say directly
that your sister has something to do with Davy?

I didn't think that was important.

Did Marie-Claire know about that quarrel?
-No, she didn't know anything about it.

You've seen that too, haven't you?

He often came to his nose.
He was lying.

Was that Jean-Philippe Delaplace
at the reception?

In my office. Right away.

What are we doing?

The Desmet file has been transferred
to the Missing Persons.

And we have to get our heads up
tinging in the sand?

We think
that they're not doing it.

There they will
have a good reason for it.

As long as there are no clues
of a crime, we stay away from it.

Is that clear?

Yes, Paul. Absolutely.

You know what I'm thinking, Paul?

That you are secretly very happy that
we should not resolve that matter.

Sometimes you're such a pit bull. Not normal.
-A pit bull?

Is that good or bad?
That's especially...

sexy.

Why do you think that case is so important?
-You don't, then?

That's a father
who can't find his son.

I think that makes sense.

See you tomorow.

Thanks for getting me on time
at Rabet have taken away.

No, I'm still at work.
It will be late, I fear.

Yes. Pass her on.
Hey, Katrientje.

No, Grandpa is very busy.

But I'll give you another kiss later.

Sleep well, baby.

Arrived.

So no one objects to bedspread-
thing of the interim assignments?

Excellent. Adopted by unanimous vote.

Then there is a final item on the agenda.

There were problems in January with the
inspection of the exams by the students.

I propose to be before June 1st
create a new schedule.

Mrs Sneyers will do that.

I can't take into account
with personal preferences.

I don't see the point of it.
-It will be hard enough.

I don't think that was against you,
Mrs Sneyers.

And what do you not see the point of?

That students come to see their exam.
-Why not?

A waste of time, especially for myself.

A Psychology student must also
see why he failed.

And you really don't want to do it to them.

Okay then.

Ladies and gentlemen,
that was it. Thank you.

Albert?

We're done.

Shawl. Of course.

Jean-Philippe's exam results
Delaplace as you had requested.

Between us:
I think you are right.

The word of a professor
should suffice.

The feeling of being alone
is not unknown to me.

I mean:
thanks for the results.

It's you.

His big dream was
to become a lawyer.

But beware, it wasn't easy.

Financially, I mean.

Is that your garage?

That was it.

With the crisis...

I had to sell everything.

And even then, I didn't have enough
to pay off all my debts.

And that's why I thought:

If Davy's lawyer can be...

can i spare him all the misery
that I experience.

But he couldn't handle it
and was therefore very unhappy.

Then I got with the post the
results of his exams in.

He had failed on all the boxes.

Good afternoon.
-Can I help you?

Charles Delaplace, for the dean.

Since then, you have
no more contact?

I still called him,
but he did not take up.

And then all of a sudden the police were standing.
in front of the door.

Do you know his roommate, Jean-Philippe?

I've never been there.
What could I do there?

We thought that was weird too...

that friendship between Davy Desmet
and such a snob as Delaplace.

We went to look in the pubs
where they went.

These are no ordinary pubs.
-Davy Desmet...


-360 euros included.

A few days before that?
-296.

He had no money short while
his dad struggles to make ends meet.

So-called. It wouldn't
the first self-employed person to be...

the one with his Mercedes
claims his son's scholarship.

Father Desmet is bankrupt
and has a payment arrangement.

Annelies, ask the investigating judge
to conduct a financial investigation.

We can't ignore that, of course.

Paul? Two minutes?

When I started here,
you got every file around.

As complicated as it was,
you got it resolved.

In the past, you hadn't missed something like that.

Look, I understand you like it
have a hard time. That's normal.

But maybe you're a little too early
come back to work.

I think you'll get some
take leave.

And then?
Want to sit at home?

And there the walls on me
see come off, or what?

The work is currently
the only thing I have left.

Please don't take that away from me.

One condition:

If it doesn't work out, you come to me.

That I shouldn't come to you.

Please count to ten first
before you say anything.

One, two, three...

You're coming in.

Mr. Delaplace, Professor Teerlinck.

Professor, Mr. Delaplace.

CEO of Delaplace Industries,
a net worth of 236 million.

What a pity.
Just not among the twenty richest Belgians.

And the father of Jean-Philippe.

The man who every year a generous
donation to the university.

The landowner thinks he
may affect the research.

Maybe we can first
sit down?

I don't think so.

Can I also say something?

You understand how my son feels about
the disappearance of his best friend.

We want information. The police
may not say anything during research.

I hope you are prepared
tell us what you know.

Is there already a trace?

What's his name?

Sorry?

Your son's best friend.
What's his name?

Mr. Delaplace, you are here
just because of your reputation.

By coming here with money to wave want
you keep your son out of the investigation...

while asking not to do something...

results in most people
in the opposite. Especially with me.

Your son achieved great results.

He must have the mind
from his mother.

I think it was a mistake
to come here.

I'll get out of it.

Have you gone completely crazy now?

Why? The female X chromosome
is responsible...

for brain development.
-I don't mean that. You know that.

You don't think this man
has come here...

because his children did troublesome?
-That's possible, right?

Just wait until it gets exciting.
Then we'll see.

Okay then.

The financial investigation.

Davy Desmet has 43,000 euros
on his account.


And what does his father say about that?

He didn't get it.

The money is always put on cash,
so we don't know where it's coming from.

At least not
of the Epiphany singing.

And now?
-Annelies has gone to get Marie-Claire.

Why did your brother want
that you broke up with Davy?

He didn't want to say that.

Because it's just a son
of a garage owner was?

No. What kind of nonsense is that?

Money wasn't a problem for Davy.
-Where did that money come from?

From home, I guess?

Davy and Jean-Philippe
have quarreled...

on the day of the disappearance.

And you were there.

What was that quarrel about?

No idea.
Jean-Philippe sent me away.

But I did hear one more thing.

Why did you name Davy a wh*re?

Because it's a wh*re.

Davy does it with men for money.

Where do you think all that money comes from?

How did you find out?

I once heard him call
with some Clément.

It was pretty obvious.

I said it to Clément.

Why are you only coming up with that now?

I have concealed that
out of respect for Davy.

I didn't want him and Marie-Claire
were a couple, with such a hobby.

That makes sense, huh.
If Davy was in that shady environment...

that may have something to do with it
with his disappearance.

Do you know anything about that Clément?
-Nothing. Daan is over.

On the case, eh.

That was Daan.

Yes, Daan.
Yes, I had... Just too late.

I'll pick you up. Ten minutes.

Clément Versmissen.

He has already been convicted once
for pimmpship, dealing...

forgery and all his other hobbies.

Say, Paul.

We may have found something.

A convicted pimp.

Annelies and I are going there now.

That's good, boy.

Do you take my bag with you?
-I got it.

Never seen it.

Davy Desmet.
He has been missing for more than a week.

So?
-He didn't come here?

There's a lot of people coming here.

Not as a customer, eh. As a worker.

Don't be old-fashioned.

I don't know that guy.

Why did he get you in the last
three weeks then called twice?

I don't know.
-Sorry I'm late.

Found a babysitter?

Is that your number?

Perhaps wrongly connected.
-Twice?

Or one of those weird guys.

If I don't know the number,
I don't record.

You had to know
how many perverts walk around here.

Have a nice day.

Have you seen that?
He was lying that he saw black.

His pupils became super large.

I think he also had
farted.

I have an appointment...

with Professor Teerlinck.

Are you sure?

What do you think?

Beautiful shoes.

Yes...

And easy.

It is all right, Mrs Sneyers.
Tamara is my niece.

From a shot-through branch
of the family. You know that.

So big.

Have I ever told you that?
I'm also going back to college.

And then what?

With my experience...

Psychology, of course.

Or, perhaps even better, criminology.

Then maybe we can already have a
take a step in the right direction.

Okay.

Do you know this young man?

Yes.

That witness must make a statement.
-That will be difficult.

Why?

She avoids contact with the police.
Makes sense, given her profession.

And that is?
-Escortgirl.

And how did you find her?
-Along the side of the road.

She comes by every two weeks.

Can't we joke about that?
-Yet the witness is reliable.

She has seen Desmet in the villa,
and not as a customer.

That is,
that Delaplace is telling the truth.

Professor, may I ask something?
We've had liars here:

One that's all the time
on his nose sat...

one that constantly farted
and one with large pupils.

I don't think it's like someone
who lies uses a lot of words.

I will give you a tip:

If you want to lie with conviction,
then just tell the truth.

Davy would never do that.

Never. Prostitution?

I put my hand in for that
in the fire.

You better start looking for him
instead of telling dirty gossip.

That's it.
You stopped searching, huh?

Sir, we need to get there gradually
take into account...

that Davy the victim
has become a felony.

We never had it wide at home.

But I've always told Davy that
he should be proud of who he is.

We are not rich, but we deserve
at least as much respect.

And something like that...

Davy would never do that.

Of course.

I understand your response,
but there are things that don't add up.

So you really didn't know anything
of that extra income?

Mr. Desmet, who is 43,000 euros
must have come from somewhere, right?

I don't know anything about that.

So you've never seen Davy?

This interrogation is over.
-Superintendent?

Mr. Desmet, you may go.

Is it the intention
that we solve that case?

Or shall I ask the prosecutor's office
that case to dismiss?

This can be fun.

Look Annelies, I also want to know
what happened to Davy Desmet...

but not at all costs.

And not on the basis of a witness of
who I can't find a name anywhere.

That's a father
who has lost his only child.

You can't know what that means...

but the latter
what you need...

is a bunch of snot noses
who treat you like liars.

Is that it?

Should we walk on eggs
because you've lost your daughter?

What's going on here?
-It's pretty simple.

The superintendent may make the loss
of his daughter did not process...

and now has a drinking problem.

Both colleagues here wanted that
have long since denounced...

but she is too sweet, and he is too cowardly.

Silly piece of professor.

You can go better.

I think it's terrible
that I said that.

You did indeed have that
better not be able to do it.

I want a drink or something.

You?

What do you think?
Shall we take a look in Paul's drawer?

No, I'd rather not.

Annelies,
if I'm only good...

to your difficult moments
to get through...

then it doesn't have to be for me.

Daan...

I'd like to introduce you to someone.

I'm there.

Father?

May I introduce you to someone?

That's Daan, my colleague.

Hello sir.

Daan.

Herman.

That's fun

She never brings
someone else with it, never friends.

You never bring anyone with you, do you?
-No, Dad.

I think Daan likes coffee, dad.
Do you want to make that?

Don't sloffen, Daddy.

My dad has Alzheimer's.

Sweetheart, can you come for a moment?

Yes daddy, I'm coming.

Sorry to be a little later.
A lot of traffic.

Sorry.

You're way too late.

Ladies and gentlemen, good news.

This is Professor Geerts,
Faculty of Law.

It's about Davy Desmet.

They didn't want to give it to me at first.

Privacy law
and that kind of nonsense.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sneyers.
That's not a problem, professor."

Ah, Jasper.
Have you heard the good news yet?

It has been proven that Hobbes is right
has: man is inherently evil?

Colleague Geerts has Davy Desmet
seen last night.

What?
-Yes, at the Horse Market.

Geerts, the bigot of Criminal Law
which, with each oral exam...

anyone ask for their student card?
-As a precaution.

And he's talked to Desmet?
-No, fled.

Did he say that to the police?
He shouldn't have done that.

Do you get it?

Mr. Delaplace.

You should listen carefully.

I'll come and explain that my kids
being the victim of innuendo.

Yet the professor interrogated
my daughter...

and he says my son
withholds information.

I will work together
with the university should be revised.

Now you should listen to me carefully.

If you think this university
don't try to do everything about it...

to one of my students,
a nineteen-year-old boy...

then I think...

that this university
your money may well be missing.

You will regret this.

No. Those extra patrols
its on the way.

I did that right away.
Colpaert is aware.

Is anyone going to the father?
-You can ask...

Is anyone going to the father?
-Donckers and De Winter.

Call them. Maybe it's not too late.
-For what?

You can always ask him...

Davy Desmet is dead.

Davy Desmet has been seen.
Yesterday, at the Horse Market.

No, that was someone else. Call them.

Otherwise you will have to meet the father
explain that you made a mistake.

Annelies? It's me.
Have you been to Desmet yet?

You don't have to go anymore.
It's not necessary.

And they need Jean-Philippe Delaplace
take up.

And you have to Jean-Philippe Delaplace
take up.

Just do it now.
If I knew, I'd say so.

We need to talk.
-Not now.

I never really understood
why you were so in with Davy Desmet.

You don't really seem like the type to me.

Nevertheless, your sympathy was
sincere, not played. Honest.

I now know why.
You weren't worried about Davy...

You were especially worried about yourself,
because you had a big problem.

We have your exam results from
the sixth requested.

Those are mediocre.
Weak, actually.

"It could be better, Jean-Philippe."

And you have indeed repackaged yourself.

We also have the exam results
of your first bachelor's degree in Law:

Great distinction. Congratulations.

Well and?
-That's possible, eh.

But with Davy, it was the exact opposite.

Weird, huh?
-Nope. He just didn't do anything.

Yes. Davy studied hard,
but not for themselves.

The not so smart son of a rich
entrepreneur has his exams made...

by the smart son
from a garage owner.

But it goes wrong.
-Marie-Claire falls in love.

You are arguing about that.
Not about the position difference...

but about the fact that Davy Desmet
in your eyes is a wh*re...

who offers his mind for money.

I can prove it.

I followed Davy once
to a seedy bar.

Davy has been there twice.

Once to two false
student cards to order...

and once to pick them up.

One of the exams
was oral.

And colleague Geerts
is rather suspicious.

A typical character trait
of the less gifted fellow man.

Professor?

So he asks every student
to get a student card.

Davy knew that
and had prepared for it.

Professor, do you know this young man?
-That's Davy Desmet, without a doubt.

I'll never forget a face.
-Thank you.

Davy. Colleague.

Davy took your exams
and you Davy's.

But those results
will be sent by post.

Father Desmet gets the
bad results from his son...

your results, and get angry.

Davy flips and wants to confess.

You want to prevent that.
-I didn't do anything to Davy.

He was suddenly gone.

It was a good plan.
Davy got his money and I got my degree.

Explain it to my father
that you can't follow at school.

I'll say it, it was a good plan.

But that Davy suddenly disappeared,
that was just a disaster.

I think that's all true.

Absolutely.

So why did we arrest him?

He has a motive. The research-
judge must now question him.

You guys think he doesn't
was lying?

I give up.

That experiment with those noses
and those farts, I don't get it.

Do you explain it to him?

Yes, of course you already knew that.

Before I give you the answer must
I say I'm very disappointed.

It is true that people who lie
let more winds...

that they use more words,
that their pupils expand...

but also that they have their noses
more than touching others.

Jurgen Overmeire?

Get up, please.

Mr. Overmeire here is the only one who
has given the correct answer.

And that answer was, Mr. Overmeire?

You said you were for the experiment
a lie was going to tell.

So that was the lie.

You see, ladies and gentlemen, the best
cheaters are like magicians:

They try to distract attention
of the lie...

so that we don't realize that they are us
completely fooled.

I've seen you happier.

Jean-Philippe becomes final
Suspended.

He may have to stand trial
for m*rder.

I should have counted to ten
before I responded to father Delaplace.

No?

Fathers and sons...

If one doesn't drive the other crazy,
it is the other way around.

Computer?
-Games.

Almost nothing for his studies.
-It's only logical that he had failed to do everything.

What's up?
-Davy hadn't failed everything.

He just did
another name filled in.

Inspector? I know
what happened to Davy Desmet.

And I have a question for Jean-Philippe.

He's in the interrogation room.

You have stated that you have never
have been at Davy's house.

I've never been there.
What could I do there?

Could it be that that's not true?

Who has been there a few times
has been, is Jean-Philippe Delaplace.

I got from him
an official statement...

in which he gives a description
of Davy's room.

And who explains that there
a luxury computer stood...

an expensive sound system,
expensive designer clothes...

and other expensive stuff.

When we got there, we were
those things disappeared without a trace.

There was only one old computer.

And what would you say about that
Jean-Philippe has stated...

that he has that old computer
had never seen it?

Nothing.

Set...

Suppose you davy his bad exam-
have gotten results by mail.

Then you call your son.

And Davy comes home,
with his dirty laundry of the week.

But you're arguing.

And it's getting out of hand.

And you lose control.

Suppose you then suddenly realize that
then all the tracks will lead to you.

You take his dirty laundry,
brings it back to his room...

and you see all that expensive stuff.

And you know the police that
suspicious is going to find.

But a suicide theory
is your only chance.

So you take all that stuff with you.

And you clean his room...

so that there are definitely no traces of you
remain.

What would you say about us being on this
are searching your house at the moment?

What are we going to find there, do you think?

Most of the time we do not mean such things,
but you feel better when you confess.

All of a sudden he was standing there.

He's told everything.

That he took exams...

for someone else.

For a lot of money.

Everything I had ever worked for...

That wasn't worth anything anymore.

He was standing there.

He said diplomas for him
didn't mean anything anymore...

that it was all about connections.

And he called me a loser.

It was an accident, really.

Surely that is not possible.

Mr. Desmet,
what have you done with Davy?

Bury. In the garden.

In our garden.

That's tragic.

Like life itself, surely?

How is the superintendent doing?
-On sick leave.

For an indefinite period.

I have built up my service
on the basis of mutual respect.

What you did with Paul,
and especially the way...

I find unacceptable.

That's so typical now
Christina Flamant:

The fault of one's own failure
at another lay.

You're a terrible guy.
-Do you know that?

I am who I am, Christina.

I am who I am.

I am who I am.

I'll tell you what you're not.
You are no longer welcome here.