02x06 - In de cel

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Hannah is undercover as a drug
dealer and her alias is Tine Meyer.

She's a cop. She has
sent women to prison.

Do you really think no
one recognizes her there?

I was undercover once...
- It's not about your CV.

Hannah has only been
in Ghent for a year, and...

Director Meersman has
all detainees in all cases...

that Hannah is involved
in, transferred to Bruges.

And if one of the visitors recognizes her?

A guy whose loved one is in jail...

Or someone we interrogated together.

Every visitor is screened.

If you want to talk to her, you
do this via an individual visit.

Charles, you pretend to be
his father, Kevin's brother...

and Bob's friend.
- All right.

A new girlfriend, Wijnant.

I am Tine Meyer.

I assume that's my bed?

Frouke Wijnant, the first
victim. She refuses to speak.

That applies to all four, by the way.
- Yeah, it's tight-lipped now, huh?

Eefje Langendonck. Fisted.
Has now moved to Spain.

We don't have an
address, no phone number.

Machteld de Nijs. r*ped with a bottle.

She herself asked for
her transfer to Hasselt.

Eva de Wit. Fisted. Recorded
four days ago in Jan Palfijn.

She is transferred to
the prison in Bruges.

I can no longer guarantee
her safety here in Ghent.

Does she already know she's being
transferred? -Not yet.

But that's okay. Then we still
can Try once to get her to talk.

Why is Frouke Wijnant
still in the New Walk?

She didn't want to be chased away.
A matter of self-respect, she says.

Two women fisted bottled two women.

And our chief is in jail.
- That will be fun, that research.

I would not do that.

f*ck, man.

Try to hold it in until the walk.

Is it your first time?
- What?

Is it your first time?

For what?
- Coke dealing.

I was cutting coke in my
room and the cops burst in.

Sloppy. Were they
tipped off, do you think?

Yes. My ex.

You?
- I beat up a dealer.

That guy thought I couldn't tell the
difference between ecstasy and aspirins.

Sucks, huh?
- Story of my life.

Here, if you can't hold it.

Hello.

Five euro.

For a pee?

I don't have it any smaller.
- Does not matter.

You can also poop for twenty euros.

But I shouldn't poop.

Slipped?

Yes. In the shower. I had a bad fall.

On a bottle of shampoo?

Miss.

In Jan Palfijn they have established...

that your injuries were the
result of violent penetration.

You are fistfucked.

Look, Eva...

you should not be afraid.
- I'm not afraid of anyone.

No, we know that. We've
seen your criminal record.

Drug possession, dealing, an
armed robbery of five pharmacies.

Would you like to become a pharmacist?

Harsh aunt.

Is your son as hard as his
mother? What is his name?

Jorbe?
- Jorbe.

He makes you very vulnerable.

Are you silent for his sake?

My mother takes care of Jobe.

The first night I was in the hospital...

her car burned down. Under
Jobe's bedroom window.

They've been waiting
outside for half an hour...

because the fire brigade
thought the flames would spread.

We can Protect Jobe and your mother.

If you tell us who assaulted you.

Hela.

You're going back to prison.

Back to the person who 'disputed' you.

We can arrange for you
to be transferred to Bruges.

Please.
- Then tell us who assaulted you.

I fell.

Hear, see and be silent.

You have to have
eyes on your back here.

And above all, don't think
that the guards can help you.

Can I have two?

New p*ssy licker, Wijnant?

Ciska.

Ciska Robrechts.

Tine Meyer, hello.

Hey. You better be nice to me.

We will meet each other a lot.

Hey. f*ck off, b*tch.

That's not smart, Meyer.

Robrechts is in prison for m*rder.

She slit the throat of a guy
who was harassing her in a bar.

Eva de Wit is on her way to Bruges.
Any news from the other victims?

Nothing about Eefje Langendonck.

It's probably on the Costa
del Sol, with a big fist in her...

Sorry.
- Say.

Not even from Machteld de Nijs.

I also don't find any link
between those four women.

Except that all four
were in the New Walk.

Four weeks ago is a certain Vera
Wijnant molested in Oudenaarde.

Very good. Let them
solve it in Oudenaarde.

No. Vera Wijnant, Bob. As
in: Frouke Wijnant's mother.

So that is intimidation. Such
as with Eva de Wit's mother.

The perpetrator makes victims feel that
there are consequences for their family...

if they dare to talk.
- Shall we send for that woman?

Absolute.

Cigarette?
- No, I just stopped.

Are you sure it was a man?

Have you seen his face?

Did he say anything?
- Also not.

Then how do you know it was a man?
- Because he was strong.

He beat me up quite a bit.
And kicked between my legs.

Have you resisted?
- Say.

Of course I resisted.

I hit back quite a bit. And
scratched him in the face.

His skin was under my nails.

They have it in the
police taken a sample.

We will certainly check this with
our colleagues in Oudenaarde.

Could your sexual as*ault have
something to do with your daughter Frouke?

Frouke?

He's in jail.

I don't see her that often anymore.

I still visit the tank every month...

but she won't come out
of her cell for me anymore.

So you don't know that your
daughter has been in the hospital?

What's wrong with her?

Your daughter is in jail...
- That falls under investigative secrecy.

Meyer, visitors.

A certain Bob Delange.

Who is that?
- My friend.

You've only been here half a day.

Great love.
- Just wait until a few months.

Then we'll see how often he comes.

Say, if you're tired of it here,
I would like to take it over.

So many women together who
haven't had sex in a long time.

Is that why you put on your nice jacket?

Especially for you, baby.

Have you met your roommate yet?

Frouke. That one is nice.

Have you had a chance
to talk to her about...

No. Superficial.

Her mother has also had problems.

Out of hand?

Both Eva de Wit and Frouke
are intimidated by their mother.

This means that the perpetrator
has an accomplice outside prison.

Can you check out Ria Vermassen?

Chief jailer.

But Vera Wijnant's attacker was a man.

Maybe we have a trace through
his DNA, but that remains to be seen.

And Ciska Robrechts. Also check.

Is that one from in here?
- Yes. A fierce one.

I've only been here for an hour,
and she was already bothering me.

It's time.

Baby.
- Darling.

Wouldn't you rather really
say goodbye to your friend?

Please.

The room for undisturbed visitors is free.

That is fifty euros.

Will you stick with it?

You shouldn't expect
miracles for fifty euros, sir.

Okay, I'll make up.

How much does it cost for total privacy?
- Honey.

I'm on my period, right? You
can't handle that, can you?

Next time we'll take an hour.

Tineke, Tineke.

Hey, that Ciska. That's a l*sbian, right?

She immediately touched my t*ts.
- That's a super pot.

She's not one of those converts
because she can't get a d*ck here.

Apparently you don't like it much either.

Those pot wh*res need
to stay away from me.

And that r*pe of Eva de Wit,
could that have been Ciska?

Who told you about Eva?

That chief jailer.
- The lurking wh*re.

And don't the guards do anything
when Ciska harasses girls?

They look the other way as Mrs Robrechts
and her harem are up to something.

And the lurking wh*re, he doesn't do anything either?
- Definitely not that one.

Have you ever been
harassed by Robrechts?

Why do you want to know that?

Just. I want to know
who to watch out for.

For everyone.

And you have to learn to
mind your own business.

Urgently.

Excuse me.

I still have a pee to spare.

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

Where does that key fit? What is it for?

Only Irving knows that.

Irving. Mom?

Daddy. Then do something.

Are you okay, Meyer?

Nightmare?

I'm going to take a shower.

Where did you think you were going?

b*tch.

Stop.

Everyone to the side.

You're going too far, Ciska.
Where the hell is your mind?

Are you okay, Meyer?

Vermaelen's wife is sitting in
a brasserie with her two sons.

She's always picking on those kids.

The waiter can't stand
it anymore and says to

Vermaelen's wife: 'Excuse me, madam.

Is that a twin?' Vermaelen's
wife becomes furious...

and shouts: Hey dude, do you have
sh*t in your eyes? Don't you see that?

"That one is seven and that one is nine." To
which the waiter says very calmly: Sorry, ma'am.

"I couldn't imagine anyone
wanting to f*ck you twice.

"Don't you think it's a good one?"

I know better.

Good. Ciska Robrechts is married.

The l*sbian queen
of the New Walk is bi?

No, her wife's name is Kirsten Romero.
- A l*sbian couple?

Those two are worth each other,
she has also been convicted of as*ault.

We'll take her in for questioning.
- That's good, Charles. Hello, Bob.

Mark? That one just now
was laughable, wasn't it?

It makes my mouth hurt.

If I were you, I wouldn't report
this incident to management.

Hear, see and be silent.

You don't want to make any enemies here, do you?
- I already have that, right?

Ciska Robrechts has...

Who is talking about Ciska here?

Are you okay, Miss Meyer?

Yes. Just slipped in
the shower. A little pain.

If you do what I say, we
might become good friends.

A good friend of mine
is always left alone.

Ciska Robrechts?

Now you know why I never
shower at the same time as that b*tch.

Does the name Vera Wijnant
mean anything to you? Yes or no?

Vera Wijnant. Molested four
weeks ago in Oudenaarde.

And she has a daughter, Frouke
Wijnant. And he's in jail with your wife.

And she was r*ped with
a bottle four weeks ago.

Did your wife do that? Ciska Robrechts.

You should ask her that.
- I'm asking you.

You apparently don't mind your
wife having sexual relations...

Sexual relations. Can that
brat even piss on his own?

Stay comfortable.
- Or else?

Otherwise I'll kick you in the p*ssy.

And take those legs off my table.

Ciska has been inside for six years.

No one can last that long without sex.
- But r*pe someone with a bottle?

And I also believe that she won't
always ask politely if she wants something.

That doesn't mean I
beat up women for her.

I would be crazy.

What are you going to do?
- I'm going to piss.

Hey, you know what? Come along
and you can hold him tight if you want.

That wh*re knew we had
to let her go, we had nothing.

But you took it back well.

What did you say? "You can hold it." That
d*ke won't be able to sleep for a week.

I do not know.

Good afternoon.

I am Robert Maes.

Maes?

The daddy of...
- Hannah, yes.

We are their colleagues.

Bob de Groof.

Hello.
- Nice to meet you.

Kevin Desmet.
- It is an honor. Congratulations on your daughter.

Charles Riders.
- Nice to meet you.

We are the foot soldiers.

I've been trying to call Hannah for
two days, but she's not answering.

I've also been to her
loft, but no one is home.

Is she traveling or something?

Men, what about it?

Don't you want to say
it or can't you say it?

Is Hannah undercover?

So yes.

Kevin, would you like to brief
our colleague in the New Walk?

In the New Walk? Sure, Charles.

And give her our regards.
- I'll give her our regards.

Thank you.

I wouldn't know what for.

Mr. Maes.

Hey, brother.
- We're getting you out of here now.

Can I have a look?

Tell.

Kirsten Romero. Ciska Robrechts' wife.

That's one of them.
She denies everything.

Also that she does the
dirty work outside the prison.

Maybe Ciska hired
someone through Kirsten.

She said plainly that she
wouldn't be surprised...

if Ciska were behind those r*pes.

That she I don't know how violent is.
- I felt that.

She didn't try to...
- What?

Do you already know something about...

Twenty years of service, not a blemish.

With a man.

Do you know anything more about
what happened to your roommate?

Dad knows you're here.
- What?

Dad knows you're here.

Have you seen my father?
- He dropped by the Kremlin.

You didn't tell me I'm
sitting here, did you?

Not in so many words, but...

Can you check something for me?

'Beirut P.'

Time. It's time.

Good.

Baby brother. Bye, huh.

Greetings to daddy.

Hey Bob. That Frouke
hasn't released anything yet.

Something completely different:
do you want 'Beirut P.' try googling?

No, it's for Tine.

Okay, man. Yo.

Say, why don't you want to
see your mother anymore?

A mother remains a mother.

I didn't ask her to come over.

But what exactly went wrong?

Why are you complaining about my mother
now? Are you a therapist or something?

Sorry. I just don't get it.

I'm going to tell you something very
personal. I lost my mother very early.

And I would do anything to get
her to visit. Do you understand?

And what about your father?
- Meyer, I'll say it one more time:

Mind your own business.
- Sorry. Okay.

Are you still going to finish that chocolate spread?
- Yes, I'll get the chocolate spread.

Please say.

Back, Meyer.

Fifteen minutes.

What's so urgent?

You were here yesterday.

Is there someone here named Tine?

Tine Meyer. Since a few days.

She's a dealer.

A dealer who gets a
visit from a moral cop?

What?

You have mail.

How did that get here?

They slipped it under the door.

Jailer.

What's up, Meyer?
- I need to talk to my brother again.

Then you need
permission from the director.

Can I please speak to my
brother again? Please, it's urgent.

Google, this is k*lling me. Thirteen
thousand hits, and nothing useful.

Do you ever find anything on your desk?

Usually that P comes after
'Beirut' on a page number...

in some academic article
that I don't understand at all.

Does this have anything to
do with Hannah's undercover?

Or is she busy with
something private again?

When I stayed with Hannah, there
was a name painted on the wall.

It had been painted over, but I
could still see it. "Fedrigo," it said.

Guys, I have an email
from the Oudenaarde police.

DNA research has been
received in the Vera Wijnant case.

Who is that again?
- That's that mother.

That is the woman who
was assaulted in Oudenaarde.

From that Frouke.
- There is DNA from Michel Schotte.

Convicted of three armed
robberies and as*ault.

Bingo. Do we have an
address for that bag?

Excuse me, Mr. Director, excuse me...

but Meyer wants to make a phone call.
- Family matters. It's very urgent.

Come in, Miss Meyer. Would
you like to wait in the hallway?

Issues?

They slipped this under my door.

I think a threat or something.

Do you want to stop being undercover?
- No absolutely not.

I just want to warn him.
- Of course.

Please.
- Thank you.

Yes Bob, it's Hannah. I got
a note with your name on it.

So I'm afraid you're the
next one they want to target.

Look after. Bye.

Voicemail. Thank you.

Everything else okay?

Here...
- That. Yes.

Slipped in the...
- The shower, yes.

Two days here and you're already
adhering to the oath of secrecy.

Chief prisoner Ria
Vermassen extorts prisoners.

And she's called 'the lurking
wh*re', If you know what I mean.

I'll investigate.

Children?

Yes, those are Seppe and Emma.

I have them one
weekend every two weeks.

Prison warden is not the
most family-friendly profession.

Maybe I started having
children a little too early.

Hannah.

Be careful?
- Naturally.

The back door is locked,
and no car in the garage.

But he does come here
regularly. His mailbox is empty.

I'm asking for an unmarked
patrol car to observe the house.

Can you reach your brother?

Thank you.

The director, what did you say to him?

Nothing.

If you keep one thing in mind:

Snitches don't last long here.

If you ever mention my
name to the director...

only then do you really find
out who you are dealing with.

Assistance Block Delta.

Take her to her cell.

Assistance Block Delta.

Good evening.

A large one with mayonnaise.

Thank you. Day.

A man with a baseball
bat? You were really lucky.

You call that luck?

I'm just eating fries with my
cell phone on my shoulder.

But I felt it coming.

So I turn off again, I dive
away, my cell phone falls...

my fries, with mayonnaise and all...

flies on my original seats, I keep going...

I see that baseball bat coming
towards me, I'm back, crack...

my ulna breaks.

So it really hurts until here actually.

They wanted to keep me in the
hospital for the night, for observation...

The night nurse wasn't your type.
- No, she had a mustache.

What do you have against mustaches?
- Why did that guy stop hitting?

Of course I defended myself.
I didn't let him have his way.

It was a warning to Hannah,
Not for you, right Bob.

Did you recognize him? Was it Schotte?

I've only seen it from the back.
- So it could have been a woman.

It was a man.
- It was definitely a woman.

Charles Ruiters, morals section.

It was a man, boy.
- And that Subaru, are you sure?

An Impresa. WRX 2.5 liters, 270
HP, with gold rims and sporty tires.

A license plate would have
been a little cooler. But tough.

Yes that's OK. Okay, bring it in.

Gentlemen, they have arrested
Schotte. It was the patrol.

You know what? Just ask him yourself.
- A bit quiet, huh?

Now we're going to hear it.

Okay okay.
- Now between us.

Cop.

Why are you undercover? Those r*pes?

And do you already know who it is?

Who's the guy out here?
- Why do you ask that?

I'm asking the questions here, cop.
- Is good.

I won't ask a third time.

We don't know who it is
yet. But we're looking for him.

Goddamnit.

Why don't you ask me who the r*pist is?

You know it, right? You know who it is.

Because you yourself were r*ped.

I solve my own problems, cop.

Just tell me who it is we pick her up.

No, then Kirsten will pay for
it. And I can't protect her now.

Tell us what you know and we'll
keep her safe outside of prison.

It can be that simple. Really and truly.

Are you going to tell me off?

If you don't get in my way...

I won't get in your way.

Vera Wijnant. Does that
name mean anything to you?

Never heard of it.

You beat her up four weeks ago.

In Oudenaarde.

You don't know anything, do you?

You're in denial, aren't you?
- Naturally.

Then how do you explain that your
DNA was found under her fingernails?

Who commissioned
you to Vera Wijnant?

First tell me who gave you
the order to bash my colleague.

With something like that.
- Charles.

Hold back.
- He beat you up.

You don't have to defend
him. Who commissioned you?

Good cop, bad cop.

Do you really think that game still works?

That works, yes. If
you play it long enough.

Of course, you shouldn't be
mistaken about who the bad cop is.

Fries and mayonnaise
on original leather chairs...

which cost two thousand ba*ls each...

and what I spent four months looking
for on f*cking eBay. You b*stard.

Stop him. I'm choking.
- What did you say? I can not hear you.

Stop.
- What did you say?

I did it.

Did you do it? Then say her name.
- Vera Wijnant.

And setting Eva de
Wit's mother's car on fire...

was that your job too?

On behalf of whom, Schotte?
- Frouke Wijnant.

Frouke Wijnant.

A daughter who wants to
beat up her own mother.

Police Office Act, deontological code...

Does that ring a bell?
- Don't whine, little one.

Okay, that was a bit of an
exaggeration, but he has confessed.

Charles, you used violence. Threats.

If he retracts his statement,
what are you doing then?

You don't have a leg to stand on.
- It's his word against ours.

And we're cops.
- You're not even allowed to interrogate him.

You yourself are a victim.

When Mark hears this, he
sends Internal Supervision to us.

Are you going to tell him?
- Guys.

Hannah is in the cell with the perpetrator.

We have to inform her. And
your Mr. Vermaelen, okay?

Nothing Mark Vermaelen, he immediately
called off the undercover operation.

And Hannah really doesn't want that.

First let's interrogate Vera Wijnant again.

And you...
- Keep it closed, okay?

It really radiates, that pain.
- Can I see it?

Black, without sugar, please.
- Thank you.

The good news is that
we've captured your attacker...

and that he confessed.

And the bad news?

He says he did it on
your daughter's behalf.

Frouke?

Why would Frouke do that?
- Is there...

something happened? Between you and
your daughter? Are you having an argument?

She blames me for some things, but...

As?

Frouke has no father, she
comes from the sperm bank.

I'm a l*sbian.

I finally have a good relationship
now, after all those years.

I'm getting married next
week. I wrote that to Frouke...

two months ago, in a letter.

She doesn't want to see me
anymore. She still hasn't responded.

She never stopped blaming me.

That's typical Meyer. Aunt
Germaine, you know her.

She dropped it in the septic
tank. Is she going to call...

She is gone.

So Frouke was r*ped first?
- Yes, with a bottle.

She probably did it herself
so as not to be suspected.

Okay, then comes...
Eefje, Machteld, Eva.

And then probably Ciska, but he
doesn't want to file a complaint...

because she wants to
protect Kirsten. And then...

I'm probably number six.

I found this on my pillow.

Your cover is f*cked you
have to get out of here.

Charles, Ciska is the only
one who knows I'm a cop.

I've experienced it myself, once.

I had an appointment with
a dealer, and that supplier...

Ciska wants to remain silent.

She really wants to know
who Frouke's accomplice is.

And I'm their best chance to find out.

She crawled this far into that well...

she was completely
covered in... Stink it did.

That Frouke certainly found out
too, she wants to intimidate you.

Why else would she
let Schotte beat Bob up?

We'll stop.

We interrogate Frouke until she breaks.

We have Schotte's confession.
- We need proof first.

That Frouke is crazy. I've seen her file.

That dealer she beat half
to death was a hell of a guy.

Just for a few euros.
- I'm going to provoke her.

Are you crazy? You have no backup.
- Do you have money?

Don't destroy it.

Who was that again?
- My father.

Can you arrange something for me?

I would like to take a
shower with Frouke. Only.

You can watch. While passing by.

Where and when?

Who are you?

Who are you?

I live above.

Robert Maes.

I am Hannah's father.

I just came to see if Marvin is okay.

Did she ask you to...?
- Yes. The rabbit.

Did she also say where she went?

No, her key was in my mailbox, and
there was a note under my windshield wiper.

She's probably on
vacation for a few days.

Robrechts and her b*tches
always flood everything.

I'm sure she pisses in
the shower, you dirty b*tch.

c**t b*tch.

Jailer.

Legs open.

Legs open, I tell you. This
is going to suck a bit, Meyer.

It's over, Wijnant.

Ciska, let her go.

Come on, give me that
knife here. Let her go. Ciska.

We have her accomplice.

Nothing can happen to
Kirsten. Give that knife here.

Let her go, come on.

She had her fist in my c**t.

Do you want to be stuck for
the rest of your life? Come on.

Let her go. Come on.

Calm down.

f*ck you.

That's really not necessary.
- Yes.

We are going to fire Vermassen.

Fine.

Okay, let's go.

Sorry. Wait, one more time.

Yes it's OK.

Got to go.

I can't stop you, you
are a free woman again.

If you ever feel like...
- For what?

You have my number, right?

How did you even find
out I was undercover?

There was no other way.

All that visit constantly asking questions.

Those agreements with
Schotte, how did that work?

He came to visit and
I told him what to do.

Yes, but how was he paid?

Or did he do it for your beautiful eyes?

We once robbed a supermarket together.

If he didn't help me, I would tell him off.

He had no choice.
- Eefje, Ciska...

and Eva fisted you.

But you used a bottle with
Machteld and with yourself. Why?

A bottle hurts less.

I couldn't do that to myself alone.
That would be quite noticeable.

Machteld was lucky.

Let Schotte beat up your own mother...

Was that also to avoid being suspicious?

And she deserved it too.
- Why?

Because she hasn't
looked after me for years.

Because she didn't even want me.

Because she only had me
because her then partner...

could not have children. Then
she dumped me like a dog.

Okay, I'll follow it until then, you
wanted revenge on your mother.

But why now? Why after all these years?

Two months ago she wrote
that she was getting married.

I'm in prison, but the lady is
going with her newest d*ke wh*re...

parading in the town hall. Fine.

And that's why you start raping women?

Women?

wh*res.

Pot wh*res, like you.

You seduced me.

I just wanted to punish you.
- By kissing me.

Don't kid yourself.

You're just as l*sbian as your mother.

That is not true.
- And Eva de Wit?

Happily married to a
certain David de Schrijver...

a five-year-old son. Is she a
l*sbian too? Did she seduce you too?

Man, I've never seen someone
come out with such difficulty.

There's the mirror.

Say, Kevin. Did you
look up what I asked?

That 'Beirut P.'? We didn't
really find anything on Google.

'We'?

You kept it to yourself, right?

You didn't tell me that...
- Who knows about it all?

Bob and Charles. But wait.

I also found something
when they weren't there.

Here, 'Beirut Princess'...
- Great, thank you.

Bob and I are going for a
drink, are you coming along?

Yes that's OK. I still
have to flush Bob's kiss.

That did something to you, didn't it?
- Yes. I think about it all the time.

Women often say that to me.
I kiss apparently very tactilely.

That's the word. I always think:
What has that tongue been in?