03x04 - Triple X

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So a guy who called
sexually threatened you.

Do you have any idea who it could be?

It's a sex line. It's anonymous.

TripleX. I'm calling from home.

Margot, you feel sexually threatened
by someone you have turned on yourself?

Isn't that part of the game?

But this was different.

He said he was going to r*pe me.

That he...

would f*ck me in all my holes.

He knew my name.

My address.

What floor.

Can you tell me what he said
in as much detail as possible?

Detailed?

No I can not.

Maybe...

you should listen to the recording.

Welcome to TripleX.
- Thank you, Mr.

Vervoort.

Just say John.

So from now on you will transfer
those teenage sluts to me every day.

From six to two and also
during the day on weekends.

And the black moms are also transferred
to me during the weekend. Yes, but Kiki.

Listen carefully to
who they're calling, eh?

Before you start talking.
- How long have I been doing this job?

Is that the new one?
What a drama queen.

These are police people.

That's Chief Inspector Maes.

I am Inspector Bob Degroof.

Vice section?

Always at your service.

I have experienced trauma.

Margot quickly panics.

I would be too if a guy called me
and said he was going to r*pe me...

that he knows where I live
and that he knows my name.

But isn't a r*pist who
warns his victims a bit stupid?

Apparently you record all conversations.

That's right.
- Very good. Isn't that ill*gal?

Is that ill*gal?

That's not allowed.

Making a man c*m. It's not that hard.

That's just it. They
should not c*m too quickly.

Naturally. The longer they hang
on the line, the more you earn.

And such a caller, how
much does he spend here?

On average about 1500 euros.

Per year?
- Per month.

Those recordings?

Gregory.

Do you bring the files of
Margot's conversations?

On your knees.

You don't touch yourself until I say so.

Okay, mistress.

Because we know what punishment
disobedient sl*ves receive, right?

I'm not your sl*ve, you dirty b*tch.

I'm only sixteen.

You're not sixteen,
you dirty c**t. Margot.

Who are you really?

How do you know my name?
- I'll take you in all your holes, you dirty b*tch.

And I'll f*ck you to bits.

I didn't sleep a wink all night.

Who all knows that you do this work?

No one.

Except the people here.

And do you have any enemies here?

Gregory maybe.

Is that that guy you were
just chatting with next door?

What's his problem with you?

He has made advances. I didn't go
into that. He wasn't happy about that.

Could it be his voice?

But there are some...

software...

Kiki has that on her phone, she uses it
when she has customers on the phone.

Who is Kiki?

Mike. But...

If I were you, I'd say Kiki.

And why would I threaten Margot?

Because you clearly don't
like competition, for example.

When you have her on the line, she
sounds like a grandma without teeth.

So you call the sex line yourself?

Just.

To hear how my colleagues are doing.

I'm calling on my cell phone so
they don't know it's me anyway.

You can give that mobile phone to us.

That's my livelihood. Do
you have an order for that?

Not yet.

Then I hold it very
close to me for a while.

What do we have?

Gregory Rans and Kiki both have a
monthly subscription with Proximus...

But that doesn't mean anything, because
they can have a second mobile phone.

I want a background
check on Kiki and Gregory...

and I'll call the investigating judge
for a warrant for Kiki's cell phone...

and for a telephone tap on Margot.

Phone tapping?
- Yes, telephone tapping.

Given the seriousness of the
threat, this is perfectly justified.

Unless we Giving Margot


Hi Margot. With Hannah
Maes, Ghent police.

I just wanted to let you know that we will
be tapping your phone starting tomorrow.

Only tomorrow?

We need permission from
the investigating judge.

I have to hang up, the hospital
called. My father has been admitted...

Margot?

sh*t.

They're taking you to the hospital now.

No, I'm not going to the hospital.

Those wounds need stitches. You
must be examined for DNA traces.

I'm not going to the
hospital. I do not do that.

Is it possible for someone to
come here? Would you prefer that?

Why doesn't she just go to the hospital?

Because she wants to stay
home, because she just got r*ped.

Start a neighborhood survey.
Maybe someone saw a perpetrator.

Or should I draw it out for you?

That phone call Margot
got from the hospital.

Her father who died in an accident.
- That didn't come from the hospital...

but from the same number
as the threatening phone call.

I once spent five days in
the hospital with a fistula.

I'll never do that again.

Have you ever tried to quit?

At the AA. Just chatting...

about how you lost your husband,
children and job because of drinking.

Nothing. Home again.

Depressed again.

Started drinking again.

Can you just...

That will be the doctor.

Your father wasn't in a car accident.

There's a good chance
the perpetrator called you...

to lure you to the garage.

Did you see who assaulted you?

I didn't see anything.

Did you recognize his voice?

I have heard nothing.

Could you perhaps
describe him? Big small?

Don't know.

Was he as small as Gregory?

As big as Kiki?

Not Kiki.
- Why not Kiki?

Threaten, okay...

But she can't r*pe.
- Why?

She's got it...

tools?

She can't get it up on a woman.

Maes.

The victim tells you that she received
a call that her father is in the hospital.

And that doesn't ring any alarm bells?

Did you tell her to go
back upstairs immediately?

That she couldn't let
anyone in until you got there?

I already knew that the
Vice section was a mess.

Now I also know that it is
a management problem.

You don't do this kind of
stupidity a second time.

Understood?

That really wasn't your fault.
- I know that.

Trace investigation. ―No sperm.

He probably used a condom.
- Neighborhood survey?

At 6:25 PM someone saw a
person get out of a blue BMW.

Ten minutes later I called Margot
and she was r*ped. License plate?

The witness wasn't paying attention.
And that description could be anyone.

No glasses, not very small or
large, age between 20 and 40...

What would Kiki actually look
like without her women's clothes?

I did the background check
of Mike de Mulder, alias Kiki.

No criminal record and three years ago
she was Miss tr*nsv*stite East Flanders.

Gregory Rans?

His dad ran away when he was two
years old. His mother is drinking heavily.

He was removed from his
home for a while by Youth Care.

Margot is also drinking. Maybe
Gregory saw a mother figure in her.

Mama Cognac. Tasty.
- Gregory.

Good afternoon.

That BMW Z4 standing here in front of
the door, does it belong to any of you?

I would want to, but it's John's.

Where were you last night at half past six?
- At the café.

Can anyone confirm that?

Tony. The bartender
at De Charlatan. Why?

Margot was r*ped.

You are kidding me.

You don't think I did that, do you?

Why does an alcoholic's son start addicted
mother has something to do with Margot...

an elderly woman who is
not always down to earth?

Margot started hanging out with me.

When I wasn't interested, she
trumpeted the whole office...

that she rejected me.

Is your boss at home?

Yeah, but I wouldn't go in if I were you.

Just a moment, that brunette with
her roots is waving her g*n again.

Is that a certificate?

And make sure that voice
changer is on your desk quickly.

Where were you yesterday at half past six?

Very nice meal at the Greek.
- Only?

Solo.

Come a moment.

When this case is closed...

I will personally deal with
your matter, Mr. Vervoort.

And then I'll bust you
on everything I can find.

Black work here. Tax evasion there.

A bit of sexual harassment.

And if I find someone who wants
to file a complaint against you.

A little r*pe on top of it.

I didn't r*pe anyone.

Having to f*ck the boss
in exchange for work.

What is that? That is not
the normal course of events.

That's abuse of power that's r*pe.

You're getting off that desk now.

Are you OK?

Your employee Margot was r*ped.

There is a witness who saw the
possible perpetrator get out of a BMW.

A blue BMW. And now we see...

that you have a blue Z4.

How many people drive a blue BMW?

Of course, that's true.
Do you know what we do?

The witness clearly recognized the driver.

So we'll just put you in the
lineup, then it will be over quickly.

I was there.

But I wasn't there for Margot.

For whom?

Vania de Wit.

He lives in the same block.

Second application round?

When did you leave there?
- This morning.

Around eight o'clock.

What is?
- The way you threaten him isn't very smart.

What if you have to interrogate him
as the perpetrator within five days?

We'll see about that.
- He now assumes that you want to get him.

And I'll take it too.

What should I have
done? Create a bond?

Gain trust? Be empathetic?
- Indeed.

A little bit of police investigation...
- Congratulations.

Sorry I don't meet your requirements.

Yes, Bob. Good of you to call.

Are you still with Triple X?
- How so?

Because you need to request a recording
of a conversation from half an hour ago.

On the Hot Lesbo line.

Why?
- The perp has now also threatened Nathalie.

I really thought it was a woman.

Usually it is men who call.

Dirty p*ssy.

You've definitely never had a real guy.

I'm hitting you so hard...

that you won't be able
to walk for two weeks.

While that ugly mutt of yours watches.
- Who is that ugly b*stard?

Amy.

My daughter.

Have you lost your tongue?

Or maybe you are already fantasizing...

how that brat of yours licks my c*ck?

Then I hung up.

How old is your child?

Nine months.

Jesus Christ.
- And where is she now?

With my mother.

Nathalie.

We'll get it.

Can you filter the original
voice from that recording?

Yes, but I have to check that out.

I thought you were the
computer specialist here.

That is true, and I can do something.

I can track IP addresses
and stuff, but common things...

I just don't have much
experience with that.

Who can you ask?

Probably to Pieter D'Haese.

Such a big deal from Computer Crime.
- Okay, ask Pieter D'Haese.

Little. Now.

Have you spoken to the
bartender at Charlatan yet?

That Gregory came
in around half past six.

Can't that be more specific?

He says: I don't always look
at my watch when I come in.

Alibi by John Vervoort?
“That doesn't make any sense.

Vania de Wit didn't see it last night.

Because she didn't get home til 11 o'clock.
- So he lied?

In fact, after you were
with him, did he call her...

to ask if she could please
tell us he was with her.

We just have to catch him
before he r*pes Nathalie too.

Bring him in for questioning. And
someone has to be with Nathalie tonight.

We don't want to make a second victim.

I'm free.
- You?

Only?

With Nathalie?
- There is also a child.

I'll send a uniformed team
tomorrow to relieve you.

She waits at the counter.

Hands at home, eh?
- And the rest too.

A child and phone sex, is
that a good combination?

And spend all day among
whoremongers and pedophiles?

That's my job.
- This is my job.

Yes, Bob. John Vervoort
is nowhere to be found.

So you keep Nathalie inside.
- News?

That John is nowhere to be found.
Not at home, not at work, not with Vania...

He has been spotted. We can't do more.

Do you know how to do voice reconstruction?
- Yes, I'm going to do it all myself.

I downloaded some voice
changer software from the internet...

Do you want to know?
- Sure.

You really want to know?

A matter of playing with frequency
parameters until you get a credible...

Just do it?

Is there no call?

Aren't you working today?

My head isn't in the right place.

I asked Gregory if
someone could fill in for me.

Is there also a daddy?

Did he let you down?

We're going to sleep, honey.

That's Tom's.

The daddy?

Sorry.

He came home from
work and at the Dampoort...

a car drove into the
roundabout without giving way.

His bicycle was 30 meters away.

And I worked in a bakery.

But with a child...

Then I started working for Triple

Just keep playing.

Are you okay, girl?

Sea gravel.

Does that mean anything to you?

Why?
- Nothing.

And that wh*re says: What did
you expect for five euros? Scampis?

Oh no, it was too dirty. Was it too dirty?

Okay, now me.

Do you know how they calculate
the general's pension in the army?

They can choose a body part.

This is measured and
multiplied by $5,000.

All right.

There are three generals with the
doctor. The first says: Take my arm.


- Inches.

In America they calculate in inches.

Does not matter.
- So it's half a million dollars.

The second says: Grab
my leg. That's longer.

Measured from there to
there is 120 centimeters.

Times 5,000 dollars is...

$600,000.

The third thinks: I'm really going to win.

He says: Measure my glans...

up to my ba*ls. So that's 5,000
times the length of my d*ck.

Okay, says the doctor.
The general drops his pants.

But General, where are your ba*ls?

In Afghanistan.

Jesus, you're crazy.

Hello, this is Nathalie.

Dirty wh*re. It's all
your fault, do you know?

Hello who are you?

You know that right? The cop.

Who had to pay for it?

Check the parking garage.

We will certainly do that.

Hannah? The parking garage. Now.

We're from the police.
- Charles Ruiters, Morals section.

Urgent ambulance, please.

He didn't call her in advance,
like with Margot and Nathalie.

Why does he change tactics?

Don't know, maybe...

because he was frustrated
that he couldn't have Nathalie.

In any case, we have to
find that John Vervoort.

If it's John Vervoort.

Why does he ask Vania
to give him an alibi...

Vania.

She's being taken care of, yes?

Let me through.

That's not how you help her. There's nothing
you can do now she's being cared for.

It is my fault.
- It's not your fault.

She started working for
Triple that's because of me.

Margot, do you know where John is?

Did you tell her to have sex
with John in exchange for that job?

All.

I shouldn't have done that.
We all had to have sex with him.

And Kiki?

I do not think so.

Did you drink?

Gregory told me you're after
him. Not the other way around.

Gregory and I...

We once went for a drink together.

I'm not in love with him.

Was that just one time?
- A couple of times.

And who paid?

He. And then he started shaking hands.

You have to keep your paws
off my body, I said to him.

He couldn't keep his
hands to himself, Gregory.

What was his reaction?

He had stepped on his toes a bit.

Here. The condom.

Thank you Charles,
Thanks for the update.

See you tomorrow.

How is Vania doing?
- Not good.

He has to stay in the hospital tonight.

r*ped, kicked and all...

What should I do now?

Sorry.

He's going to r*pe me too.

He's going to r*pe me too.

No one is going to touch you.

I promise.

No one is going to touch you.

What is happening?
- The fanfare.

All the girls quit. The
lines are unmanned.

The big chief is gone.

That doesn't work out here anymore.
- What are you going to do?

Find another job.

Can we take a DNA sample first?
- Why?

Just. That is the procedure to
exclude you as a possible perpetrator.

Does it take long?

That depends on you. We
can take saliva, we can...

taking blood, we can pull hairs.

That saliva only lasts ten seconds.

Sit down.

Open your mouth.

So your lines are now unmanned?

Can you forward it to my phone number?

Do it, huh?

What are you up to?

Just transfer.

Is that all?

When you just said you
wanted to take a sample...

I would have imagined
something different.

Mike, what are you still doing here?

I'm coming to get my cell phone.
I would like to go back to work.

Apparently you're the only
one here who isn't afraid.

I like my job.

Selling dirt to horny men,
do you like to do that?

Now imagine that you are a woman.

Serious. You're a woman and you can
make any guy c*m whenever you want.

But you probably can't talk about that.

Just a little more practice.

Are you succeeding?
- I can't get the voice out.

Do you have any news
about John Vervoort yet?

I have emailed his photo
to all hotels in East Flanders.

Nope. He hasn't checked in anywhere.

Another one. Hello.

Don't you want to know
what I'm not wearing?

I'm not wearing any panties because
that could get wet at some point.

And I'm not wearing a bra either
because my breasts don't need that.

And everyone can see my
erect n*pples through my blouse.

And I...

lick my n*pples with my tongue.

Yes, I can do that.

And now I slide my hand
under my short denim skirt...

and my p*ssy is all warm and moist.

Do you have it?

Is he stiff yet?

Guard. Not yet.

Together, baby.

Almost.

Bye, honey.

And I know who you are, John.

Where are you?

Are you going to get me
or am I going to get you?

Stay away from me, please. I
just want to speak to Hannah Maes.

Are you doing well? What's there?

I just want to speak to Hannah Maes.
- It is well.

What's so urgent?

I know where John is.

Okay, where?

At my home.

Since when?

The night before last, he
didn't know where to go.

If John now turns out to be the
perpetrator, are you complicit?

Why are you only bringing this up now?

Sorry.

I found that b*stard in bed with a wh*re.

I have had to keep quiet about the
fact that we are together for a year now.

You and John...

John is bi?

Yes, but no one can know that
is bad for the gentleman's image.

The day before yesterday he came to
me to cry because he was in a mess.

And today: I haven't even turned
over and he's in bed with someone else.

Not with a woman, but
with a guy. In my own bed.

Are you in love with him?

Here.

Please.

Stepping on the toes of the woman
who is hiding you from the police.

That is not smart.

Kiki is a weird one.

A mouth like an open sewer but
more prudish than f*cking Fabiola.

But don't you see it?

Can't you see that
Kiki is in love with you?

I've been married once and
that was one time too many.

Let me roam free.
- You think you're a free bird...

but you are a sl*ve to your own trunk.

Even if you take a wife, you
must have sat on it if necessary.

You can't keep your hands off
the men either, I have heard?

Even if the police are chasing
you, you have to f*ck if necessary.

Hannah.
- What?

Calm.

Why were you in hiding?

What do you think? She threatened me.

"I'll get you on everything I can find."

Things aren't looking
too rosy for you, John.

No alibi for the r*pe of
Margot or for Vania's r*pe.

I was with Kiki.

That's bad luck.

Kiki just retracted all her statements.

She says she was just out and
about last night and the day before last.

That is not true.

She was home. She lies.

I just said it:

Not smart to step on the woman's toes...

who hides you from the police.

Where's Uncle Bob's nose?

Hello, Bob.
- Greetings.

I'm sending a team to relieve you.

I can easily stay here another evening,
hear. No problem.

And score a month's
wages in overtime, right?

No, John is in jail.

Are you sure he's the perpetrator?
- Why do you ask that?

Because...

a blue BMW drives
past here all the time.

And there has been a blue one for fifteen
minutes now BMW parked across the street.

Can you see the driver?
- No, not from here on.

License plate?

DI or DE, or something like that...
The rest is not readable from here.

I'm sending a patrol. Stay at post tonight.

If you say so.

I don't see a blue BMW.

He probably just drove away.

Stop that. Why are you
still investing time in this?

Because I just want to know.

Once the results of the DNA test
are available, the case is closed.

I already know for sure whose
voice it isn't. ―Who doesn't?

From Kiki. Speech cadence and
voice intonation do not match at all.

The DNA test has arrived.

After thorough DNA
analysis of the samples...

on the one hand between the
steel found in the parking garage...

on the other hand, the sample
was taken from Mr Vervoort, John...

there is an absolutely perfect match.

There is not the
slightest doubt about this.

That is not possible.

Someone framed me.

Yes yes, John.

You're hanging, boy.

I haven't been in that garage.

They framed me.

See you then.

Bye.

Maybe...

can we have something to eat tonight?

Yes. I can.

Eight o'clock? Cool.

I'll ask my mother to babysit.

Will you please stop this?

Just a little while longer.

And? Did you have fun
last night, Bobbby boy?

At least put it a little...
- Hannah, stay away from it.

Is that John?

Nathalie, with Bob. Gregory
is the perpetrator. Stay inside.

I will destroy you.

How did you get John's sperm?

From his trash can.

A used condom.

And why did you call those women first?

Because I wish they knew...

I wish they knew what was
going to happen to them.

That panic in their
voice when they heard...

that I knew who they
were and where they lived.

Why the girls from Triple

What have they done to you?

Those b*tches make money...

those horny men.

But really f*ck?

They feel too good for that.

So you feel abused?

You can see it that way too.

That voice changer is
that the same as Kiki's?

Have you been doing
that calling for a long time?

A year.

The things you hear there.

That they want you. And no one else.

And that they have
never enjoyed it so much.

While, in real life...

they didn't see me.

And you weren't surprised that
Margot rejected you, were you?

That b*tch just let herself
be treated and treated...

At least my mother was that honest...

that they used to be the men...

crawled on her...

You are frustrated...

because you can't get a girlfriend.

That's how it is.

That's just how you are.

Come with me.

We'll just let John Vervoort go, right?

Kevin?

What you did with that voice changer...

Good job.

Teamwork.

You're a good cop.

Thank you.

It was really tasty.
- It was wonderful.

Another nightcap?

Because you insist so much. If it has to.

I'm really glad I met someone like you.

Most men only want a one-night stand.

After that you don't
hear from them anymore.

But at least you want to include Amy.

I really like that.

If you start against other men...

about starting a family...

then they are gone.

Amy is really going to
see you as her daddy.

I think so.

What do you think?

So that Vermaelen had a client?

Vermaelen blackmailed my
father to manipulate that lawsuit.

But why? Why would he do that?

For the money.

For his career.

Still, I think he worked for someone else.

Then that someone else k*lled him.

Because he knew too much.

Because I got too close.

Come.

Come here, you.

You would call me
sometime, wouldn't you?

I knocked on your door.

Knocking is not the same as calling.

When I call, is to have hard sex.

Bel's.
- I don't have my cell phone with me.

No seriously. Bel's.

Time will come.