02x02 - Black Diamond

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It's about damn time.

What are you doing here?



Leo Vervliet, 48.

Bleeding in the brain, blow to the head.

They operated on him and trained him.
In a coma now.

He had a dinner date.
- Was that at the Marriott?

In the what?
- Hotel Marriott.

It was in a hotel, but...

I don't know which hotel that was.

We found this in your husband's wallet.

The mobile operator has confirmed that
your husband called this number yesterday.

This escort service.

That must be a mistake because Leo
doesn't do that, something like that.

Before takeoff you have to give it a lot.
There he goes.

Not too hard. Slowly for...

Come on, give it a go.

If there's something wrong with the
paint... My Pontiac is not a runway.

I still have to adjust it a bit.

What is that on your neck?

This?
- Is that a sucking spot?

Claire was in good form tonight.
- Your girl's name is Margot, right?

Is that...
- That's Mike van Mechelen.

Who else would drive a pimp like that?
- You, if you had the money.

Well deserved this year?
- Not really you, huh?

You run Black Diamond Escort, right?
- Personal Assistance...

and Entertainment, yes.
- Fancy name for a pimp.

We really just want to
know if any of your girls...

Hostesses.

Hostesses then, had to
work at the Marriott last night.

Yes, Kitty.
- And where is Kitty now?

Can I have a cigarette from you?

Look what else I have for you.

And one for you.
- Cheers.

Two or four later?

Depends who has the biggest jacuzzi.

Are you Kitty?
- No, who are you?

Vice squad, come along.

Vice Investigation, come
along for a few questions.

Is all that allowed just like that?

Should I call your
wife to ask permission?

Otherwise, have a threesome, always fun.

Thank you, Bob.

Sit down.

Kitty D'Haenekindt.

There, miss.
- And take off your sunglasses for a moment.

Then I can see your beautiful eyes.

Tell me, you were at the
Marriott hotel last night?

At eight o'clock, in 335.

And how was your time with Mr. Vervliet?

Short.

He had drunk so much
that he couldn't get hard.

I even had my see-through
blouse on, normally always works.

But yes, at a quarter past
eight I was outside again.

Without money?
- With money.

Rule two for every call girl:
the customer pays in advance.

We also have a rule: You

are not allowed to smoke here.

So he paid for nothing?

Hey, and that cut above...

That cut above your eye, who did that?

From another customer.
- So Vervliet didn't hit you?

Maybe you knocked Vervliet down?

Me? No.

You're the last one to see him.

When I left he was still
standing. Well, more or less.

You can go.

One more question,
Kitty. What is rule one?

Keep work and private life separate.

Congratulations, I haven't even
had a sucking spot like that before.

Black Diamond really is the best
escort agency in Ghent, isn't it?

Only top wh*res. Which means:
no ill*gal girls missing a leg.

And Mike from Mechelen
declares every cent in taxes.

As far as you can call
that polite, that's a nice guy.

A nice guy. A good self-employed person.

But one of his clients is in the hospital.

Don't believe Kitty D'Haenekindt?

I don't know, a torn eyebrow, he's in
a coma. Quite a coincidence, isn't it?

The trace research
does confirm her story.

They found blood at
Vervliet, but no sperm.

Okay. Bob, find that other
customer and ask about that eyebrow.

Background check by
Leo Vervliet. And Charles...

background check on that cat.

What are you going to do?

Hey, what are you going to do?

This has nothing to do with your
private investigation, does it?

You know what you
promised Internal Supervision.

Internal Supervision, yes.

I know one of the robbers is still
alive, a certain Franco Fedrigo.

Where can I find him?

Focus on the word 'widow'.

And that key you found,
just keep it with you.

Where does that key fit?

What is it for? Only Irving knows that.
- Irving?

Who is that? To Mom,
hang in there! Bart.

Margot, honey, it's not what you think.

If you listen to me
now, I can explain why...

Hello?

c**t b*tch.

First a sucking spot, the
next day a p*ssy b*tch.

It can go fast.
- That sucking spot isn't Margot's.

That's exactly it. Goddamnit.

Do you know anything more
about Kitty's scratch? And?

Yes sorry. The last customer before
Vervliet formally denies that he hit her.

That was to be expected.
- I don't think he's lying. He's not the type.

Is there a type who doesn't lie, Bob?

So Leo Vervliet is a contractor.

His wife, Marissa, also
works in his company.

They have been very happily married
for 14 years. -Children?

Just her, from a previous marriage. That
child ran away from home at the age of 16.

And Kitty?
- Yes, hello Kitty.

Twenty-two, a life like a weekend
movie, and not a comedic one.

Mother died, father was
drinking. An aggressive type.

Placed out of her home at the age of 14, first
into foster homes, then into institutions.

She has been working for Mike
van Mechelen for four years now.

The typical call girl story.
- Yes and no.

She also has loose hands herself.

Two years ago she was
arrested for punching a customer.

If there's one customer
who files a complaint...

Then of course there are many more
customers who do not file a complaint.

Because no one likes to admit
that he is being beaten by a wh*re.

Charles, bring that Kitty back
here. And Bob, back to the Marriott.

I'll take the little one. Come.

Do I actually have anything to say here?

It is not the first time that you have been
a customer yourself, how should I put it...

to put it mildly: takes care of.

That case was dismissed.

Yes, because the police wanted
to question the victim's wife...

whereupon he of course
withdrew his complaint.

So dismissed.

Otherwise he would have
been seriously injured.

Do I have to let every
drunken b*stard abuse me?

Ask your. Did your father drink?

I don't have a father.

I am of the Holy Spirit.

Good day, I am Chief Inspector Maes.

Lana.
- Are you a friend of Kitty's?

Or a colleague?
- Both.

Did she ever tell you about her father?
- Someday, yes.

And what did she say?

That he was a drunkard who
couldn't keep his hands to himself.

Is that why she hits tired customers?

Should we let ourselves be beaten then?

Hey Lana, thanks for coming.

Do you still need me?
- No, you can go.

The little one worked
well. He has a price.

We have a businessman, and
he stayed in room 333 last night.

The room next to Vervliet?
- An Irishman.

Hello? Has he seen Kitty?

No, not Kitty. Well, a man, a
Chinese who entered the room, 335...

with a tattoo on his arm, and a ponytail.

Mike van Mechelen.
- Okay, I want a lineup.

That will be difficult, that guy
was about to get on the Thalys...

when I called him.
- Where to?

To Paris.
- That will be a return ticket.

Really and truly?
- What's with that Yanina?

Good morning.
- Any news on Steve Ryder?

He stayed the night at the
Marriott, he'll be here at nine o'clock.

Then we can do that line-up
with Mike van Mechelen.

What is that?

Margot kicked me out. I
didn't know where to go.

And you couldn't go to Claire?

Put that tube back in its tunnel.

Yes, your clapper is hanging out.

Don't forget to brush your teeth.

That reminds me of that guy with that
sucking spot on his neck from his mistress.

His wife comes home he
is playing with the dog...

he shows that place and
says: Look what Snoopy did.

His wife answers:
Snoopy is quite the beast...

I can't really tell you that.

She opens her blouse and says:
Look what Snoopy did to my t*ts.

What a pit smell, dude. Here,
grab a stick of gum or twelve.

Those pizzas, boy.
- Please say.

A bit harsh.
- Yes sorry.

Number two, one...
- Just act normal.

Yes, a quarter turn to the left, please.

And now in English.
- Not him.

Not number two.

Number three, step forward,
quarter turn to the left.

Number four, step forward,
quarter turn to the left.

Yes, that's that man.
That man was in the hotel.

Are you sure?
- Absolute. Number four.

Absolute.
- Thank you.

You were definitely
recognized by a witness, man.

You were at the Marriott
the night before last.

When a girl sits with a
customer, I am always nearby.

So you are not only a pimp
and driver, but also a bodyguard.

Kitty texted me. Permille.

That's our code for a fed up
customer who makes problems.

And then you went to room 335.

Vervliet tried to stop Kitty
from opening the door.

That's how she got that...

But you did get in.

Vervliet was immediately a lot calmer.
- It makes sense if you hit him in the head.

I didn't hit him.
- What do you mean you didn't hit him?

Don't talk, Mike.
- That wasn't necessary.

He almost sh*t his pants.
That's typical for such guys.

Acting tough with a woman, but if a guy
standing in front of them is much less so.

Okay, Vervliet sh*t his
pants. Just write it down.

That stupid Chinese I
don't believe a word of it.

It is one of the two: or
Vervliet becomes aggressive...

Kitty knocks him down
and then calls Mike.

Or Vervliet gets aggressive, Kitty calls Mike
and Mike knocks Vervliet down. One of the two.

It's clear that Kitty and
Mike contradict each other.

Okay and now? Want
to talk to Kitty again?

This is Vicky Renders, the police
psychiatrist who will guide you.

Now?

That's not possible, Mark. I have to go
interrogate someone. Maybe later in the day.

I've arranged a place
where you can talk quietly.

It's a one hour session
so it'll be over soon.

Shall we?

I'm not going to lie on that, am I?

You can choose where
you stand, lie or sit.

I do not care.

Hannah Maes, session one.

Miss Maes, I suggest we
first a few basic agreements...

How old are you?
- Twenty-six.

So Internal Affairs sent me an intern.

No professional could get rid of it.

I understand the doubt. I would
react the same in your place.

And if I leave here now,
how do you respond?

Then I will report to my director
that you are not willing to cooperate...

and then the file is closed.

What are the consequences
for you, I do not know.

I read that you voluntarily
agreed to this to avoid dismissal.

That will of course have to
be reconsidered, I'm afraid.

Hannah Maes, session one, continued.

An aspirin for the headache
caused by your whining. No, Bob, no.

Come on, Charles. One night,
then Margot comes around.

And Kevin thought it was Claire.
- No, Claire is from this one.

Come on, one night. Please.

No Bob, for the last time: I don't
have room. Rent a hotel room.

Up here? That's too expensive.

You can also get it without top wh*re.

Bye honey. What do you
think, fifteen minutes free?

Hey Kitty, why did you lie about
that scratch on your eyebrow?

Because I didn't want to make myself suspicious.
- And lying doesn't make you suspicious?

Who struck down Vervliet, you or mike?

Neither.
- It was the Holy Spirit again, right?

Or did Vervliet knock himself down?

My customer is waiting.

You stay here.

Dim it down, buddy. Soon I
won't be allowed in here anymore.

That's your problem. We want answers.

Are you lying for Mike, protecting him?

Does she feel sorry for him?
Could she have a thing for Mike?

Hey, that Mike, is that your sweetheart?

Yes or no?

For how long?
- A year, and now I have to go to work.

So either you let me go or you come
and watch, it doesn't matter to me.

Well, go ahead.

Your colleagues often
describe you as a driven agent.

Sometimes to the
point of obsessiveness.

Do you think your professional
drive has to do with...

with what happened in your private life?

Do you really think you learned
how people work at university?

I just try to do my job the
best I can. Just like you.

What was the question?

Oops, the hour is over.

We'll meet again
tomorrow at four o'clock.

Tomorrow already?
- If you just cooperate...

then it will soon be
over. See you tomorrow.

Kevin, one night.

What will my parents think
if I come home with a guy?

I do not know, It can't
be the first time, right?

Just kidding. Come
on, one night. Please.

It's hard for me to put you
on my mother's couch, right?

I don't know, do you
have a beautiful mommy?

And, the spychiater?

Seriously, I'm in sh*t, man. Once.

Have you slept or worked?

Mike, that pimp, and
that Kitty are a couple.

So they cover each other.
- Yes Kevin, they cover each other.

They cover each other.
- Okay thanks.

The hospital. Vervliet is out of a coma.

Good day. Mr. Vervliet.

Can we speak to him for a moment?

Just make sure he doesn't get too tired.

Is this the girl who was at your
hotel the day before yesterday?

Did she knock you down?

With an ashtray.

Do you have any idea why?

Because she wanted me...

certainly steal?

That could be. But we don't think so.

Because your wallet was
still there with money in it.

Have you done this to her?

In self-defense or something?

No, I never touched her.

Do you know this man?

I've never seen that man before.

Never seen.

I have a terrible headache.
- We will come back when you are better.

Thank you. And strength.

I have another question.

What was that girl wearing that night?

I do not know. I had drunk a lot.

I didn't really pay attention to that.

Voila.

Kitty knocks Vervliet
down before Mike enters.

That's why he doesn't
recognize that Mike. Logically.

Says Vervliet.
- Why would he lie?

Vervliet recognized the
perpetrator. Case closed.

Do you forget a woman
with a see-through blouse?

And if you're tired?
- Also not.

Voila.

See what you can find
out about that Marissa.

Did his wife leave? Why?

He cheats on her with a call girl and she
holds his hand. I don't think that's normal.

That must be real love,
right? I do not know.

That wouldn't happen with our Margot.

Has that ashtray been found yet?
- The entire hotel has been searched.

Nothing zero, no ashtray.

And outside?
- What outside?

Look: under the window of room 335...

there is a garbage container.

Now that you mention it, yes.

Nice. You know what you have to
do in the morning. Charles, Kevin.

Sleep well.

Go rooting around in the garbage.

That's why I joined the police.

It's a dirty job but somebody's got to do it.

Sleep tight tonight. Good luck.

I'll make my plan.

It's Bob.

You were right that something
was wrong with those Vervliets.

That Marissa went to see
a lawyer a few weeks ago...

He went to a lawyer to file a divorce.

That's...

Yeah so?

That's it. For now then.

That's why you come to me at
ten o'clock at night, to tell me that?

Can't you make phone calls or something?

Hannah, can I sleep here tonight?

With me?

No, that's a stupid idea. Sorry.

See you tomorrow. Day.

Just for tonight, mind you.

Good evening.

I'm here for Hannah.

Hannah is in the bath.

Which can.

Is it urgent?

I'll come another time.

Just say it was Koen.

Koen who?

Just Koen.

You are?
- Bob.

Just Bob.

Hello, Bob.
- Hello, Koen.

Who was that?

Koen.

The door is locked again, right?

Say, that safe.

Is that for your jewelry?

Is that for your jewelry?

Sturdy.

And all those locks on
the door? What is that?

An officer who is afraid of burglars?

That's against men who
come to sleep. Anything else?

No, I think it's cool.

Just that wall.

You could do something fun with that.

Your Marvin ran a little errand.

The left or the right?

Come. 'The left or the right.'

That Marissa:

According to her lawyer, she had known for a
long time that Leo was going to Glazen Straatje.

Then it's logical that she wants a divorce, right?
- No, wanted a divorce.

She suddenly changed her mind.
- Then she can explain it to me.

And that lawyer
who just tells you all that?

No, I was charming to his secretary.

Then you have a bed to sleep in, right?
- Not quite yet.

But I left a message
on Margot's voicemail.

I think she's coming around. I hope so.

I hope so too.

Say, what are we having for dinner tonight?

I'm not getting into it.
- Me neither. I can't stand the smell.

I'm not going to be able to do that.
- You are kidding me.

I'm not getting into it.
- Come on, I'll give you a foot.

Miljaardeju. Watch out for my knee.

Something else.

I'm here.

Just indicate.

Hey. Take it easy.

Open. Open everything.
- Cut it open?

What is that? Calm down a bit.
- Excuse me.

I quit.
- I'll stop too. This makes no sense.

We can tell Hannah that we
have investigated everything.

We can also say...

that we found it.

How did you find out your
husband was seeing someone else?

I had a private investigator follow him.

He went to that street twice
a week. To the Glass Street.

Then why didn't you go
through with the divorce?

That was an impulse.

We didn't really have
a reason to break up.

I have my mistakes too, right?

I was often too tired...

or actually not interested in dating Leo...

The night your husband was
struck down, where were you then?

Here.

Only?

Can we take a look around?

Is that a house search then?

I can't find anything
on the Vervliets' laptop.

Anyone else have coffee?
- Black.

Hannah black?

Margot?
- Please.

Dirty b*stard.
- Can we talk about this?

All your stuff.
- Can we talk about it?

Over here. I do not think so.

Margot, if you leave now
you really shouldn't come back.

Tomorrow I will love someone else.

Want to bet on a pint?
- We give that to each other every day.

For a crate.
- Go get three crates.

And that's my desk, by the way.
- I'll start it tomorrow.

Say, but that's not right here.

That's Ellen. That daughter didn't
run away until she was sixteen, right?

Then why are there
only baby photos in there?

That's weird.

I took all those pictures
out because she ran away.

Why?

Because I don't want to
be reminded of her anymore.

She has done everything.
Anything to drive Leo and me apart.

Lying, cheating.

It was a relief that she was gone.

Why are those baby photos still
there? I don't really understand that.

Because that was a different child.

That's a different child.

Marissa, did something
happen between Leo and Ellen?

Something we should know?

Maybe that's why you
threw those photos away?

I don't know what you guys want to say.

Or mean.

So you think Ellen ran away
from home because I abused her?

I've never touched it.

And besides, if I had
done it, please note: if...

then it was not yet punishable.
Then she was of sexual consent.

So there can be no question of
pedophilia and certainly not incest...

because it's not my daughter.

Sorry, but r*pe is always punishable.

Then it's a good thing I didn't r*pe her.

Where is Ellen now?

I do not know. We haven't
heard about it in years.

Anything else?

Tasty.

I want to know what
happened in that family.

It's been years and
we don't have any proof.

Spreading an investigation
report from Ellen de Vries.

With which photo?
- Have Kevin morph a baby photo. Come.

Where to?
- The t*rture chamber.

What was your relationship
with your mother actually like?

Good.

And what was your relationship with your father like?
- Also fine.

Was it as good as the
relationship with your mother?

How should I measure that?

And the relationship with
your half-brother? With Bart?

Are we ready?

Just go.

Clean your cage yourself.

Fed...

rigo. Fedrigo.

Good morning.

Showtime. I have that baby photo.

The program will morph it. Watch.

Isn't that something?

Lana. Kitty's girlfriend.

And the...

daughter of Marissa Vervliet?

So Lana is Ellen de Vries.

Is that right?
- Yes that's right.

Come.

Your daughter is now called
Lana. And she works as a call girl.

Lana. Call girl.

Doesn't surprise me, mind you.

She had been seducing
Leo since she was fourteen.

When she didn't get
her way, she ran away.

Have you seen that yourself?
- He told me all that.

Told?

It's Lana now, Mom.

And you lie.

Do you remember my sixteenth birthday?

The last one before I ran away?

Come, sing, Leo.

Then Leo came to give his present.

But now you're lying, girl.

Now you lie.

Because Leo would never
do something like that.

Why do you think I ran away?

Your beautiful Leo r*ped me, mom.

And why didn't you say anything to me?

Would you believe me?

Bullshit. f*cking bullshit.

You always took his side.

Sorry.

Did you punch your
stepfather at the Marriott hotel?

Right now we're comparing your
fingerprints to those on the ashtray.

I haven't been.

Kitty was there.

From the lab. We have
a match on the ashtray.

Both?

Come along.
- I have to wait for Kitty.

Kitty does go on foot.
- She has to go to a client.

And you have to go to the station.

Watch your head.

Who called you when we picked you up?

My next customer.

And why did you delete his number?

I always do that.

You knocked down Leo Vervliet.

That is not true.

Your fingerprints are on the ashtray.

Staying silent isn't going to
help, Mike. You're going to jail.

It didn't go the way you think it went.

Then I would like to know how it
went. And preferably from the beginning.

It started with something that
should never have happened.

What are you doing here?

I always knew you were a wh*re.

as*h*le.

And then Lana called you?

Lana called me completely panicked.

I called Mike.

I wanted to get her fingerprints off.

I must have accidentally
touched that ashtray.

And then you coordinated your story.

I know what Lana has been through.

I know what it's like to
have a father like that.

We had to help her. You
understand that, right?

That dirty b*stard who
r*ped her when she turned 16.

It was his reward. Lana
shouldn't have to pay for that.

Where is Lana now?

No idea.
- I don't know.

Did you call her?

Everything would come true.

I told her to run.

Charles signals the airports. Kevin
spreads an investigation notice.

With a real photo of Lana.

I'd like you to guard Leo at the hospital.

Do you think Lana
wants revenge on Leo?

Or Marissa or both.

I'll tell Kevin that that
missing person report...

Not necessary.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to press charges
against Leo for r*pe.

Okay. Mike and Kitty are sitting
here and they say you're on the run.

That's what I was planning to do too.

You realize that you yourself risk
being charged with as*ault, right?

At the Marriott?

And you think your husband
might end up in prison?

By then he'll be my ex
because I got a lawyer.

And I'm so happy to
have my daughter back.

Is that Bob?

Who is that?

New girlfriend.

Those three crates are not
necessary today. Tomorrow is good too.

Within 24 hours. How does he do that?

One phone call to his sister, eh.

His sister?

I saw her at the desk when she
dropped something off for him.

And why didn't you say that before?

Silence is golden.

Do you always tell us everything?

Look, my favorite neighbor.

What is? Are you coming
to do some stretching?

How is Bob?

Why do you ask that?

Is that your friend?

Why do you want to know that?

He can come in with
you. Not me. I thought...

Do not think too much.
That makes you sleep badly.

Does that make you sleep badly?

Go take a shower.