02x03 - Tweede kans

[bunniefuu]

Here. Mr. Bob de Groof.

What is? New girlfriend?

Do you already live together?
- Not by a long shot. Way too early.

For the time being I am living
with my sister in Overpoortstraat.

Impossible. Those damn students
make noise late into the night.

Suppose, purely hypothetically...

that you want to ask someone out.

Who do you want to ask?

Seriously, Bob. What do you want...
I don't really know how to...

How do you start?
An opening line, actually.

An opening line? Easy:

You have an opening. I feel like.
- But no...

You are just yourself.
Very modest. And you say:

I don't have Schwarzenegger's
muscles or DiCaprio's looks...

but I have a tongue like Lassie.
- Yes thank you.

We got a call from the commissioner
Early, Amsterdam sex crime investigation.

His team conducted a house
search in a pedophilia case.

These photos were found on the
PC of a certain Koos Zwagerman.

It turns out that he has been
exchanging videos and

photos with pedophiles from
all over the world for years.

They couldn't figure out
where this photo came from.

Maybe we can trace it.

Why do they think
that is a matter for us?

Therefore.

VTI Ghent. That's ours, yes.

Round up that whole school.

Just kidding.

We'll see if he's there.

I will stay here. I have another job.

Last session we talked about your family.

I would like to come
back to that, if possible.

Your half-brother Bart: How old
exactly were you when he left?

Twelve.

Your half-brother left
when you were twelve.

That must have hurt.

I saw you give that book to Mom.

That was a gift. When
I leave you get one too.

Why are you actually going on a trip?
- Because I want to see the world.

Here, you are. Aim.

Safety catch.

MTFBWY.



Suppose you have to describe
your half-brother in three words.

Smart.

Strong. Just hold on.

Yes, Kevin?

Okay, I'll come right away.

Sorry I have to go. It's urgent.

Pedo.

Just the last thing. You said
smart, strong. What's the third?

MTFBWY.

Good luck.

He is only 14 years
old. David Verhaeghe.

They immediately
recognized him at school.

A recent photo. He
hasn't changed one bit.

The machine isn't working
again. Sorry for the wait, David.

Coke.

Pure.

No Light.

Second class, preparatory
year construction and decoration.

What can you do with that later?

Electrician. Construction worker.

What would you most like to do later?

Drawing comics.
- Comic artist?

That's something completely different,
isn't it? -Did I do something wrong?

Then why am I here?

That photo, who took it?

That's you, isn't it?

I have another one.

Those bruises, how did you get them?

I just want to go back to school.

It is hoped that his
father can tell us more.

That won't take too long, right? I still
have to go to Cologne with the truck.

Mr Verhaeghe.
- I do not have much time.

Sit down.

Sir, he doesn't have much time.
- Stefaan.

He's a trucker.

I always drink black.
- To each his own.

I have some photos here
for you. Don't be alarmed.

That's David. How do you get that?

Look at the room. Do you
recognize anything about that?

Sure. That's David's room.

Who's coming there?

I do not know. I'm always on the road.

Does your son have many friends?

There won't be many.

And his mother?

He left me behind for a Turk.

Been sitting on a mat like that in
Istanbul for six months.

One, two, one, two.

Does he still have much
contact with his mother?

That boy doesn't interest
her one bit. Not for years.

How did your son get those bruises?

You don't think anyone
touched him, do you?

We do not know that.
- Where is he? I want to see it.

Really nice, what you do.

Can I see it?

That's Charles.

And who is that who keeps coming back?

That's mom.
- Who? Your mom?

What kind of comics do you read?

I mainly read Thorgal.

And Jommeke?

That's for sissies.

And Suske and Wiske?

You can go home. Bob and Kevin join
us for a while. They want to see your room.

But I'd rather not.

Your daddy said it's okay.

Has someone touched you?

Not?

Did you fight or something?

What happened? You're
not here for nothing, right?

We're going to take a look
at your Thorgals collection.

Take it one step further. Perhaps
you should also see my Thorgal?

Please calm down. We go home calmly.

Will you give me that file? Thank you.

Jesus, such a father.

Here. Jean Clauwaert, 47.
Convicted six years ago...

for the r*pe of five boys between


Lives in an apartment
on the Neermeerskaai.

That is close to where
David Verhaeghe lives.

My daughter Brigitte also
lives nearby. With the children.

Hey, Charles, what's going on? Are
you in contact with your daughter again?

I occasionally call Ben or
Stefanie, my grandchildren.

They told me that Brigitte came
to live here after the divorce.


about your phobia, Charles.

Mr Clauwaert, good day.

Chief Inspector Maes, vice detective.
My colleague Charles already knows you.

Jean, long time.
- Can we have a chat?

Hello, Jean.
- Hello, Mrs. Martens.

Why?
- We can talk here too.

Would you prefer that?

All right, come in.

That side.

I've only just moved
here That's not all right yet.

Do you know this boy?

No why?
- A naked photo was taken of him.

I don't know anything.
- Come on, Jean.

He lives a few hundred meters away. This
is on the way from his house to school.

He's 13, the type you like. Look closely.

I am checked at every turn.

I'm taking my meds. I'm in therapy.

I have nothing to do with this.

Then can we take a look around?

Not without an order
or whatever you call it.

God damn I...

I've served my sentence, haven't I?

I would like you to leave.

If it's not allowed, it's not allowed.

And?
- Nothing yet.

Bob boy, use your gloves.

And did you find anything with that Jean?
- Not even looked for.

He knows his rights too well.
The cell phone, what does it tell?

What does that cell
phone tell you, little one?

Not a single text message.
Not even a contact list.

Only a few calls from Turkey.
- From his mother?

So they are still in touch?
- I called her about those nude photos.

She was kinda... I think she's
getting on the first plane over here.

And what is that?

I don't know if it's anything.
Zithromax. Was under his bed.

Against sore throat, according to David.
But his father doesn't know anything.

Okido. Au travail.

Here, do you know that gentleman?

Not really? Look closely.
Do you know that guy?

Say, leave him alone.

What is all that?

A search is standard
procedure. Just let us do our job.

That's better for everyone.
- My a*s too.

Do you know this gentleman?

Never seen. Who is that?

An order for a physical
examination of your son.

Body examination? What is that?
- No, I don't want that at all.

You come along and that's it.

I'll bring it.
- I really don't want to.

I made a special call to your
mother. She's coming to visit you.

What do you say? As if that Turk is
letting her leave. I know those people.

It will be all right.

Then there was that Zithromax.
A very common antibiotic.

Against skin inflammation, diarrhea,
chlamydia, throat infection and ear infection.

Jean Clauwaert's old file.

He also photographed his
victims naked at the time.

And he pressured them to keep quiet.

We need to request a search
warrant for that apartment.

Sorry, Charles. But we
can't prove he relapsed.

Ben is thirteen. My grandson.

He's also...

He lives right across from that Jean.

You know you're not allowed to say
anything, right? Not even to your family.

Hey, Ben.
- Grandpa.

Ben, don't run here.

Guys, what do I say now?
- Mom, it's grandpa.

Dad?

What are you doing here?
- I was in the area for an investigation.

Dad, you know the deal.
- Yes, Brigitte...

I want to talk to Ben for a moment.
Is that possible? One second.

What I want to ask you...

Leave us alone.
- Please, Brigitte.

It is important.

Look, my favorite neighbor.

My favorite poltergeist.

That stuttering above my
head, will that take long?

Just a little while, yes.
- Seriously, are you almost furnished?

The survival kit is here:
microwave, corkscrew.

Toilet paper. That's all a person needs.

When my roof terrace is ready, I'll throw a party.
- Okay, let me know.

A woman says to her mother:
I want to divorce my husband.

Because he only wants one thing: a**l sex.

That as*h*le is now the
size of a piece of a euro.

When I got married it was only the
size of a five-cent piece.

The mother says: Baby.

You're married to a billionaire. You
live in a fancy villa and drive a Ferrari.

You wouldn't throw that
away for 95 cents, would you?

David's medical examination:
No outward sign of sexual abuse,

his blood is still being tested.

And those bruises?
- Probably kicked or punched.

Laptop?
- Homework and a few games.

And yet also this.

They're all adults and all that. Yet.

Couldn't he have visited
that site by chance?

Or out of curiosity? It's a
teenager. That is not abnormal.

Children aged 13, 14 are busy
playing games. With games.

Not with sex.

He is certainly busy with Skype, because
he does that for an hour and a half a day.

With his mother in Turkey?

Now it comes. With
a certain Luc Bouden.

His artistic education teacher.

What's that guy's name?
- Luc Bouden.

A teacher. Criminal record?

Blank.
- Address?

Mother was right. I should
have chosen education.

You shouldn't do it for the money.
Without my paintings I couldn't live here.

Is it related to David Verhaeghe?

He told me about his interrogation.

When?
- Yesterday evening. We skype occasionally.

Occasionally? Every evening, right?

I am his confidential teacher. If there If
there is a problem, he can always call me.

Are there any problems?

At school. He's being bullied.

Is that also physical? Is he kicked or hit?

Not that I know. Usually
something is just shouted.

h*m*? f*gg*t?

David is a quiet, sensitive
boy. Perfect victim.

Have you ever been to his room?

No why?

You don't think...
- Wouldn't be the first time.

Sympathetic teacher who takes care
of the most sensitive boy in the class.

David is just a fantastic
guy. I'll show you something.

David made this painting, at school.

Fourteen years. That boy
should go to art education.

But yes, that is not allowed.

From his father.

I took it upon myself
to encourage that boy.

In a healthy way.

We suspect he is being abused.
If you know more about that...

we would like to hear
that now, Mr. Bouden.

If I knew anything about that...

then I was told that in confidence.

I can also take you to the station.

And this is not a good advertisement
for a teacher. What's it going to be?

David's father can't
keep his hands to himself.

Those bruises are from him.

Okay, thanks.

He didn't sleep very well.

Hurry up, little one. There it is.

Shake off.

Search warrant.

This time we'll search your entire house.

I called your ex.

Nathalie.

She told me that you beat her up.

Bullshit.
- Bullshit?

What is that? Also bullshit?
That's from five years ago.

Your ex's doctor sent
them. Is that bullshit too?

And she wanted to file a complaint.
You promised never to do it again.

She is shocked that
you have started again.

Started again? Bravo.

Excuse me, service.

It's a sale. Take it with you.

Find the seven
differences. Hard is not it?

I didn't touch our David.

So he's lying? And his mother too?

Why are you hitting your own
son? That's a good boy, isn't he?

Soft.

So you thought: I'm going
to knock that soft thing out?

Can't you hear me,
with your blonde curls?

I didn't touch David.

Look. Found under his bed.

Those photos aren't mine.

Paws at home.

I haven't used that device in years.

Paws at home.

It's nothing, it's okay, David.

Come on, tell me.

I came home from school.

And Dad was fed up.

What do you do with that b*stard?

Answer.

Then he dragged me upstairs.

Clothes off.

Take off your clothes, I say.

Pose. Just like all those dirty gays. Pose.

Clothes off.

View on.

When exactly did that happen?

Two days before my birthday.

And when is your birthday?

September 18th.

So September 16th?

Do you perhaps remember what time?

Five o'clock, I think.

That hour matches the
hour on the clock radio.

What I find strange,
David: That site with the

naked boys, what does
it do on your laptop?

They emailed it to me.

Who emailed you that?

Someone from school, I think.

To tease me.

To bully?

Should I go back home now?

Okay, I'll ask one more time: Where
were you on September 16 at 5 p.m.?

If I wasn't home, I was in
the car. You can check that.

We will certainly do that.

I wouldn't do that with
my own child, would I?

According to your ex, you were already
aggressive after one glass of whiskey.

What's that supposed to be like when
you've finished a whole bottle?

I can't do that to our David, can I?

I can't do that with my own
child, can I? Can't you hear me?

Can't hear well?

You get one minute.

My house was robbed.
And Fedrigo shot me.

I saw my father and Mark Vermaelen
there. Were they there or not?

If they were there...

it proves that you have exposed
things that they want to keep hidden.

What do you know about Mark Vermaelen?

Career maker.

I guess he has to keep an eye on you.

Who wants him to keep an eye on me?

Next question.

I read John Irving's book.

And I don't know what to look for.

A character or something?

L10...


- Just hold on.

A6.

And what does that mean...

f*ck.

David's father's computer
is chock full of porn.

But unfortunately
old-fashioned straight porn.

No trace of David's photos.

What's old-fashioned about that porn?

Do you know anything more
about Stefaan Verhaeghe's alibi?

I called his boss and he confirmed
that he had time off on September 16th.

So that also confirms what David told us.

But that still doesn't prove anything.

Even though David says it happened
on September 16th, that doesn't prove it.

Do you think he's lying?
- Vice Investigation, Bob de Groof.

There are no fingerprints on the
camera. Anyone could have done it.

Thanks.

Pedo alarm. On the Neermeerskaai.

That's Jean Clauwaert.
- A pervert.

Good day. Investigation. Did
you call about a man in a car?

He's been doing that for two days.
- The gray one?

Say, what is that?

What are you doing here?
- And you?

We got a call about someone
peeking at children in his car.

No, leave me alone.

Have you seen that
little one? With glasses?

Jean, open it.

Is Ben here?
- That's none of your business.

Where is he?

Ben?

Where is he?

Grandpa?
- What are you doing here?

I'm helping with painting?
- To help?

What are you doing here?

Ben helps me with some painting.

With painting?
- Is something wrong, Jean?

Charles, what are you up to?
- Interrogate Jean.

I don't think so. Ben is your grandson.

If you want the investigation to be
annulled, you're doing a good job.

You are now going to smoke a cigarette.

How can I say that now?

A true professional, paid
white, is way too expensive.

I can't afford that. I also need
to get my life back on track.

So yes, I asked Ben if
he wanted to help me.

With painting and all, for a little pocket
money. And he wanted to do that.

And by the way, I also have
permission from his mother.

And does his mother also
know that you are on parole?

That you are not
allowed to let minors in?

We found this on your camera.

What are you actually planning?

Jean, that here.

That's just a hobby of mine
nothing more than a hobby.

And that? Also a hobby?

Are we really going
to have all that again?

Those aren't mine. I don't
even know that guy, really.

Tell Ben's grandpa not to
worry. I've learned my lesson.

Ben's grandfather has been
hunting pigs like you for twenty years.

He knows very well that sooner
or later you will start again.

I just want a second chance.

And I think I have a right
to that. A second chance.

If anyone should understand
that, it is Ben's grandfather.

Why do you say that?

Because Ben says his mom doesn't
even let him have contact with his grandpa.

Because he cheated on his wife.

You b*stard.

Say that again.

I'm not going to keep saying it, Charles.

Sit down.

Is that normal or something?

Boy, isn't it.

Ben, can I...

No, Charles.
- I need to talk to Ben.

Did that Jean ever touch you anywhere?

Never.
- Groping?

Promise me you'll stay away from him.

Do you know this boy?

Never seen?

Are you OK? Everthing allright?

What is that here? Why is he here?

He was interrogated as a witness.

As a witness to what case?

Jean Clauwaert is a pedo.

The Jean where he
went to paint? That Jean?

Why didn't you say anything to me?

Mom was right. You cannot be trusted.

Come on, Ben. We go.

Ben, your skateboard.

Sorry.

When exactly did that happen?
- Two days before my birthday.

And when is your birthday?

September 18th.
- So September 16th?

At what time?
- Five o'clock, I think.

f*ck.

Ten years ago my
wife fell into depression.

I wanted to help her. But...

She pushed me away.

Literally, huh.

Then I met someone else.

She found out. And we are divorced.

And then she...

Brigitte turned against me.

The only...

what I regret all my life...

that is...

that I'm not allowed to see
Ben and Stefanie anymore.

Here I am again.

Please.

Why am I here again?

Just a few questions.

That's a cool watch. Can I see it?

Date and all.

You are also wearing
that watch in those photos.

That's an enlargement.
Can you read what it says?


- And what does it say here?



But you told us September 16th.

We checked to see if your
father was on his way on the 17th.

He was driving until 10 o'clock at night.

He didn't take those pictures, did he?

Who then?

I did it myself.

I was chatting with a
man on the internet.

And he sent me a link
to a site of naked men.

He asked if I wanted to do that too.

And you just do that?

No, I didn't want to at first, but...

He kept pushing.

One more thing: Why did you accuse

your father of something like that?

I thought I would be allowed
to live somewhere else.

With my mom. Or my aunt's.

I didn't want to get spanked anymore.

Good question, Kevin. Good job.

Not at all. I can't find anything
about that internet pedophile.

Nothing at all?

Maybe there's nothing to find.
- How so?

Maybe David just made up that
whole internet pedophile thing.

In any case, his father had
nothing to do with those photos.

He is being prosecuted for as*ault,
but for now we have to release him.

And David himself, what happens to him?
- Juvenile court.

And what happens to Jean Clauwaert?

He will have to answer
for his contacts with Ben.

But for now we have to let him go. Sorry.

Let go?

We can't let them go, can we?

Some good advice: Move.

As fast and as far as possible.

I'll keep an eye on you day and night.

And if you even dare to look...

to Ben or to any boy, I will
destroy you. Understood?

I just want to get my life back on track.

I will destroy you.

f*ck.

Hey, Butler.

The groceries are in the kitchen.

Why did you steal that book?

Which book?

Irving.

Because I wanted to read it, right?

You could have just asked, right?
- What's so special about that book?

It was a farewell gift
from Bart for your mother.

Why did Bart leave then?

And what's in wagon L1043A6?

Wagon? What is that?

Just be stupid.

You're keeping something from me, Dad.
Or someone is pressuring you to keep quiet.

I want to know why.

If they find out...

Who is 'she'?

Internal Supervision
Service? Mark Vermaelen?

And who's going to tell them
that I'm looking further? You?

Are you going to thwart me again?

I do not know you.

Have a nice evening.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Kevin Desmet.

Yanina Dewael.

Yanina, beautiful name. Slavic.

Yes, but I'm from
Geraardsbergen, you know.

Just as good.

Yanina, can I add you?

Add?
- Do you want to be my girlfriend?

No, I don't mean girlfriend...

I mean friends.

On Facebook.

I'm not on Facebook.

You certainly don't feel like...

to have a drink with me?

If you ask it that way, no.

Yes, blood test results.

David has chlamydia.

Burning sensation, pus-like discharge
from the glans, swollen ba*ls. Fine.

So he doesn't have laryngitis but a
venereal disease. Hence Zithromax.

So David has already had sex.

You don't get that greasy pus from
your d*ck from playing monopoly.

Then we have to interrogate him.
- That won't work.

His aunt Marleen had called.
He's been missing for a few hours.

I tried but he doesn't
answer his cell phone.

Shouldn't he just be at school?
- Teacher's Day.

Do they still get lessons these days?

He wouldn't have gone home to his dad.

There is one place where he can sit.
- With the only one he trusts.

Is David here?

Any idea where he could be?
- No why?

Can we take a look around?

I'm actually working.
- We also.

Say, David's already had sex.
Do you know anything about that?

No, you don't talk
about that with a teacher.

Otherwise you're not very surprised.

David is 14 years old. He won't
be the first to experiment at that age.

Is that cell phone yours?

Would you mind giving David a call? If
he sees your number, he might answer.

Rather not. David trusts me
and I would like to keep it that way.

Then I'll do it myself.

Can you just do that?

Besides, I'm actually at
work. So I'd rather you...

Good ball, little one.

He must have forgotten that.

Wait, I'll get it.

What are you doing here?
- He was at my door.

He wanted to talk to me.

What are you doing here?
- It's okay, David. No problem.

Little one, look.

Zithromax. Why are you taking that?

That's none of your business.

Don't you suffer from a burning
sensation when urinating?

Greasy discharge from
your glans? Sore ba*ls?

Take it with you.
- I do not want. Leave us alone.

We haven't done anything wrong, have we?
- Of course not.

Guys, there's no need for this.

You have chlamydia. You infected
that little one. You abused that child.

I didn't touch that boy.
- You abused that child.

And besides, even though I have
chlamydia, that proves nothing.

I'll turn your whole house
upside down, remember that.

Paul Delvaux.

From the library, right?

We found drawings in there.

Do you recognize it?

Those are yours, aren't they?

They come from your sketchbook
after all, That's clear, isn't it?

That's your style. Who did you draw?

Has anyone ever done that to you?

Did someone ask you to keep quiet?

Did someone threaten you?

If someone did that to
you, you shouldn't be afraid.

Then that person goes
to jail for a very long time.

But maybe you don't want
that person to go to jail at all.

Maybe that's...

your only friend.

I know one thing about true friends:
they don't ask for those kinds of favors.

They don't ask for photos like that. They don't
put those photos on the internet to exchange them.

He did that. Without you
knowing. That's how it happened.

Who is that?

That's me.

And that?

Congratulations.

A real sketchbook.

Now you can sketch anywhere.
- How cool.

Cool?
- Certainly.

I have something else for you.

But you have to close your eyes.

Eyes closed.

Keep it shut, okay?

What are you doing?

Eyes closed.

Did you tell him you didn't want that?

Why not?

Because he's the only one...

who didn't forget my birthday.

I really didn't do anything wrong.
- Come on, he's 14.

r*pe of a minor.
- By someone in a position of authority.

I never forced him to do anything.
He says that himself, right?

Don't chat.
- He says it himself, right?

Just close it.

In the coming years you
will have a lot of time to...

To paint.

I have something else for you.

For me?

Well done.

Jean Clauwaert. Come.

It's not a performance here.

Can I pass?
- I hit him too hard.

It's not your fault.

He had nothing to do with the case.

He wanted...

He deserved a second chance.

Your boss called me this morning.

Hannah?

Thanks.

For protecting Ben.

Cup of coffee?

The children are also at home.

You don't have any
milk or sugar again, right?

Black then.

Must have.

And you don't have fire either?