02x12 - Zwanenzang, deel 1

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Damn it, come on.

- He hasn't paid yet.
- Hela.

- Just put it on my tab, darling.
- Thanks.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, it's OK.

Good.

That car has been
parked here all weekend.

- Yes, you can send it on like that.
- OK.

Good morning.

How's it going?

I've thought long and hard
and my decision is final.

Yes.

A day like any another.

I quit.

Annelies,

you can always reconsider.

I know where it is.

Ready for your last day?

- Stop it, you lot.
- We're on our way.

A body in the back of a car.

- Right. Bernard.
- John.

Come on.

- Paul, have you got 2 minutes?
- Yes.

Well, Bernard.

Mrs Sneyers, would you ensure
that I'm not disturbed today?

- I'm entertaining guests.
- Guests?

Not today, surely?

- Has Daddy done it again?
- Shut up, we don't want to know.

One day a year. One day
a year I ask you not to drink.

Girls, I can't hear myself think.

And it's not Catholic.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

The car's been here all weekend.
The manager tipped us off.

- CCTV?
- The camera has just been fixed.

- There's no footage.
- Was it broken?

- That's typical.
- Who is it?

- I don't know.
- You're holding his ID.

Yes, Stefaan Daneels.
Born in Deurne, October 1st, 1986.

But according to records, no Stefaan
Daneels was ever born in Deurne.

- Phone?
- No.

- And the car?
- Registered to the same name.

- So we have an address?
- No sh*t, Sherlock.

- You might manage without me.
- Everyone is replaceable, Annelies.

You're being so nice today.

Maybe you could
introduce yourselves.

I'm Elise Deroy, 17,

and I was strangled
by my best friend.

Filip Davids, 45 years old,

shot by my wife.

Hilde van Eik, 40, Knocked
over the head by my husband.

Twice.

Marian Termont, 35 years old.

I was also knocked over the head.
but by the mother of my lover.

Right, I'd like to start
with a couple of simple questions.

The Faculty Board meeting minutes.

Leave them on my desk, please,
Mrs Sneyers.

As I was saying,
a couple of simple questions.

If any of your guests wants
coffee or anything,

just let me know.

No, thank you.

- Why are you coming along?
- Well, why not?

I'll have the next one
here tomorrow.

The next one? John...

Is that all I am to you?
Just one in a series?

Federal Police.
Open up, please.

Open it up.

There you go.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

There's nobody here.

I don't get it.

Why quit what you're good at?

It's weird here.

There's no character to the place.

- It's so anonymous.
- You're not answering my question.

- Do you know what you're going to do?
- No.

I don't know.

All I do know

is from the moment I made
my decision, I've felt fantastic.

Got something?

This is Stefaan Daneels.
Please leave a message after the tone.

Stef, it's me.

I was just wondering
if you're all right.

I haven't heard from you.

Give me a Call
when you get this, OK?

Call me.

They're all the same.

False name,
empty apartment.

- Fingerprints?
- I'm checking them right now.

- Fingerprints?
- I'm checking them right now.

We found this photograph,
but we don't know who she is.

Got him.

- His real name is Stefaan Tanghe.
- Police record?

- Why is in the system then?
- He's a cop.

What?

I knew it.

I knew this could happen, but...

Had your husband done
undercover work for long?

I asked him to quit so many times.

- We think Stefaan died on Friday.
- That's 3 days ago.

He'd be away from home
for days on end.

Actually, it happened all the time.

They rented an apartment for him
somewhere. He'd sleep there...

when it was too dangerous
to come home.

Did he tell you which case
he was working on?

No, we never talked about work,
certainly not his work.

- He was strict on that.
- You have no idea?

He always said
it was for my safety.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Thursday evening.

Well, Friday morning, in fact.
He spent the night here.

This is his handler's phone number.

- I was only to use it in emergencies.
- OK.

And...

what now?

Can I see him?

She's the wife of a colleague.

We're not bothering her with a picture
that's probably nothing.

As you wish, it’s your investigation.

- Can I speak to you?
- Why are you here?

- Who is that?
- Cedric Fouchet.

- Annelies, the door.
- John, close the door.

This is Commissioner Fouchet,
you've met before.

- And Inspector Van Humbeeck.
- How do you do.

How do you do.

Were waiting
for one of my colleagues.

- And you don't Know what he's doing?
- Oh, I do.

He's talking to an empty room.

Conny. I said you could go
and get some coffee,

not take a cruise down the Nile.

Your colleagues
are only human, Ingrid.

Sure, but only on their days off.

By the way, you do know
what day it is today, don't you?

Ah.

Thank you, Elise.
That was very enlightening.

One moment.

Got a moment?

Dean.

It won't take long.

- You wanted to talk to me?
- Yes.

I just want to let you know
that we know what today is.

But don't worry,

the matter won't be
discussed in any way.

I can't let you in.

You're not dead.

No. No, thankfully, I'm not.

Shut up, I don't want to hear it.
One day a year.

Have you spoken
to your new doctor yet?

No, why? I feel fine.

I believe you all know
Chief Inspector Lauwers?

Yes. Commissioner,
have you two met?

We're here today
because of an unfortunate event.

As you all know, officer Stefaan
Tanghe was on an undercover job

using the name Stefaan Daneels.

- Can you tell us which operation?
- Of course, Paul.

This delightful character

is Marc Desmedt,
boss of a transport firm.

Officially, anyway.

In reality, the company
is just a front for a drug racket.

Mainly cannabis, from Morocco.

It comes to Belgium
via Spain and France.

From here, it's sold
in the Netherlands and the UK.

We still have no concrete evidence

So we decided to infiltrate
with, one of our officers.

And it went wrong?

My colleague was coordinating
the operation, hell explain.

There's a good chance
that Desmedt still doesn't know.

It's a shame
you didn't come to us first,

- before contacting...
- Daneels widow.

Yes.

You see, the chances are that
Desmedt doesn't know we're onto him,

so he probably has nothing
to do with the m*rder.

But we need to be very careful.

So you want us to investigate
Stefaan Daneels' m*rder, not Tanghe's?

Precisely.

Tanghe couldn't get close to Desmedt.

We needed a link
to bring them together.

It's what we call a "cold approach’.

We knew he spent a lot of time

at The Gallery's, a bar in Schilde.

It took him 3 months to make contact,

and another 2 before he could say
he'd been inside for money laundering.

That sort are always looking for
new ways to launder dirty money.

- And Desmect fell for it?
- Not yet.

We've looked at Tanghe's call history.

He recently got a lot of calls
from a girl who works at Gallery's.

Femke Lesage.

I think that's your link
to investigate Tanghe'’s m*rder.

- Daneels' m*rder.
- OK.

One more question.

Effectively, we were
investigating Daneels' m*rder,

- because to us, Tanghe didn't exist.

How did you know that
Stefaan Tanghe was dead?

It's quite simple.

As soon as you put
Stefaan Daneels, or Tanghe,

into the Narcotics database,
an alarm goes off.

Standard procedure
to protect undercover agents.

- I see.
- Yes.

That's how we knew
you were onto something.

Right.

I think that's it.

Paul.

- Commissioner Fouchet.
- Annelies.

- Inspector.
- Commissioner.

Paul, you and Fouchet in one room
together, who'd have though it, eh?

What can I say?

Right, Schilde?

- And then now Mr Davids.
- Shot by my wife.

And why was that?

Years ago,
She'd m*rder*d her boss,

and I couldn't keep that
to myself anymore.

It's important that
you think about the following:

just before your wife shot you,

did you think,
"I hadn't expected this,"

did you think,
"I hadn't expected this,”

or ‘I could've seen this coming.”

- The latter, I'd say.
- And why?

Andrea has always been
a bit like that.

If she didn't immediately get her way,
then she'd become a different person.

What's done is done.

You'd repressed it.
Leave it that way.

A person can't steer
their memories, Mum.

They can also be
a person's downfall.

Was that a sufficient answer?

Certainly.

I've been thinking.

You live alone in a large house.
Dirk had lots of clothes,

I have lots of cupboard space now.

- I have lots of space, period.
- What are you trying to ask me?

- It's a big step.
- I want to take it.

So do I.

Really?

Really.

Fouchet thought Paul
had something to do with the case.

- Fouchet?
- You know Paul, he went mad.

smacked Fouchet in the face.

Out for 3 weeks.
Paul had to go to therapy.

- Paul the boxer.
- What? Are you trying to be funny?

Annelies Donckers, Federal Police.
My colleague, John van Humbeeck.

Can we ask some questions?

Do you know him?

- No.
- Stefaan Daneels.

- I don't know him.
- What a bad start.

Here's another photograph.

- So I know him.
- What?

- So I do know him.
- You don't know him well, or what?

- We get lots of people in here.
- Why did you call him?

Did I call him?

Daneels is dead.

Daneels was different.

He was always polite,

usually tipped.

- When did you last see him?
- Friday.

There was a fracas.

- With whom?
- I'd never seen the guy before.

Was Daneels alone?

- No, he was with Marc.
- Oh, with Marc.

Marc who?

Marc Desmedt.

From Desmedt Transport.

He's a very good customer.

So was Daneels, actually.

Femke, are you all right?

I'll just tell it like it is, eh?

She was rather
head over heels for Daneels.

That'll be all for now, thanks.

Thank you.

I always told you,

they're all the same.

I'll do the boxes.

Right, that's it for today.

See you all tomorrow.

Professor.

Elise, your scarf.

Beertje, the police are here.

Apparently, you spend
a lot of time at The Gallery's.

Lindsay.

- Shall I take Liam?
- No, he's asleep, leave him here.

- Shut the door behind you.
- OK.

A woman doesn't need
to know everything, eh?

The Gallery's?

So?

You know Stefan Daneels.

Certainly, he’s a nice guy
and a good laugh.

Certainly, he's a nice guy
and a good laugh.

Stefaan Daneels
has been m*rder*d.

Witnesses say he was
in an argument on Friday night.

- Well.
- Do you know anything about it?

- About what?
- The argument Friday night.

It was just some drunk,
a bit of pushing and shoving.

Stef dead?

Do you know anyone
who may have wanted him dead?

Oh, look at you. Look at you.

Mr Desmedt, do you know of anyone
who might want to k*ll Daneels?

There we are.

Your own child's sh*t never stinks.

Mr Desmedt?

Well.

- No.
- So, yes.

Look, there's not a club owner
who likes girls doing it for nothing.

- This girl?
- Yes, that's her.

They were in love.

Boss.

This is starting
to get on my nerves.

- It was in the container outside.
- Oh?

It's not mine. I've never seen it.

Hands.

You should be ashamed.

This comment here and this one here.

- Well?
- We've arrested a suspect.

She wants a port.

- Well give her water, eh?
- Think so.

- You arrested a suspect?
- Yes, the woman from The Gallery's.

- Annelies, where's the file?
- On my desk.

- Get some water.
- Donckers is getting some.

- Get some more.
- OK.

- Get me out of here.
- Just calm down.

- Get me out of here.
- Just calm down.

- Get me out of here.
- Just calm down.

Found it.

I've done nothing.
Someone's trying to set me up.

- Who?
- Come on, who's the cop here?

I don't know.

My people are good. If you didn't
do it, you'll walk out of here.

I hope so, because if I start talking,
things won't look good for you.

Fresh out of port.

Ah. Thank you, Chantal.

I suggest
we'll start at the beginning.

- That g*n.
- Never seen it.

Someone dumped it.

- Yes.
- Were my fingerprints on it?

- I guess not.
- Anyone can clean a g*n.

And drop it in her own skip?
Seriously...

- Let's talk about Femke.
- Yes, let's.

She got on well
with Stefaan Daneels, right?

I thought that he liked me.

- And your boss was OK with that?
- No.

But the problem
sorted itself out, didn't it?

We went back
to my place on Friday night,

and he told me
that it was the last time.

He was seeing someone else.

That's how these things go, eh?

To be honest.
I don't see the problem.

To be honest,
I don't see the problem.

Van Balenberge is angry at Tanghe,
puts a b*llet in his head,

case closed.

Yes, but Tanghe had finished it,

so Van Balenberge
had no reason to be angry.

Unless she didn't know.

Hang on, shouldn't an undercover cop
share everything with his handler?

Yes, so?

Did Tanghe
never mention the problem?

- That he had feelings for Femke?
- Yes, he told me.

- Well?
- I told him to quit.

As soon as possible.

I fear he waited a little too long.

- Right, what do we do now?
- Pass the case on to the prosecutor.

- Any other leads?
- Not at the moment.

Right, to the prosecutor.

Give me a hand?

- Rabet's acting very strange.
- Is he?

Not too small, John.

It's my party, OK?

- He hasn't said a word.
- John, it's out of our hands, OK?

Hey, guys. I've been thinking.

That Van Balenberge
isn't stupid, is she?

She wouldn't throw
a m*rder weapon into her own skip.

I don't think so either,
but you know...

OK.

Well, I know
you're busy at the moment.

Why are you saying it now?

Yes, charging into Romeo
and Juliet's carriage, eh, Paul?

No, seriously, would you mind
doing one more thing for me?

I think that we need the Professor.

Ms Donckers, I don't know
whether today is such a good time.

Today?

- Oh sh*t, it's his birthday.
- So?

Cuckoo.

Inspector, knocking on a door
is a social convention.

In the absence
of a positive answer, the knocker...

is not welcome.

- What are you doing?
- Warning someone of a grave danger.

Flamant?

Is that someone, Commissioner Flamant?

- Or someone like that?
- Maybe.

Good, because we think that
Flamant's sabotaging an investigation.

Under the influence
of Chief Inspector Lauwers.

- Chief Inspector Lauwers.
- Yes.

You don't have a file.

No, I can't bring the file because
I quit. So, you have to come to us.

Would you mind?

All right.

He's in a bad way.
We're really worried.

- Jasper.
- Not now, I have to save a friend.

There you go.

- Well?
- Everything's under control.

That's good news.

Things got a little tense,
didn't they?

We don't need to change our plans.

Good bottle, right?

Very good.

- Liam's not here?
- He's with Lindsay.

OK.

- Annelies?
- Yes?

It's not like Rabet
to ask for help from the Professor.

This is weird.

OK, do you know what I think?

That Jonn van Humbeeck
likes doing his job too much.

- What's he doing here?
- I don't know. I'm clearing out.

- I asked him to come.
- Why?

I have my doubts
about Van Balenberge.

Lauwers thinks she's guilty,
but things don't add up.

I totally agree with that.

I want to see the clothes
the victim was found In.

And I want to know whether
he was left or right-handed.

- It'll be in his training file.
- OK, I'll look it up.

We'll get the clothes.

What you said about Serge...

I was wrong.

If women make mistakes.
you should warn them...

before it's too late.

I know you mean well,

but I don't need help.

The file.

I wasn't finished yet.

He always acts
a bit strangely on his birthday,

but this year...

Yes.

The problem is that
Dr Gijselbrecht isn't here.

You could ask

why he always acts
so strangely on his birthday.

Yes.

Yes, we have asked
ourselves that question.

I bet you have.

But maybe we shouldn't
want to know everything.

Sometimes it's better for certain
things not to be out in the open.

A rare quality,

intelligence and empathy together.

- Well, we do our best.
- I know.

Smell this.

Especially the armpits.

Lavender.

- Tanghe was right-handed.
- Thank you.

Case closed.

Are you going to tell us who did it?

- You really did your best.
- I did?

- That's a rarity nowadays.
- What?

Cleaning all the blood.

Can we get your handprint?
It won't take long.

Why?

- What's that?
- This here is your shower.

And that is your handprint

In your husband's blood.

You don't have to...

I followed him.

Toa bar. Well...

a whorehouse.

And it made sense.

He used his job
as an excuse to visit wh*res.

Did you confront him?

He came home that night,

took off his clothes and put them
straight into the washing machine.

Just to get the stench
of that wh*re out.

What did you do?

And the g*n?

I dumped it in the skip
by the whorehouse.

- He'd chosen you.
- John.

He'd told her
there was someone else in his life.

You.

She had to give him clean clothes, his
old ones were in the washing machine.

A stroke of luck.

I saw it immediately
when I saw the pictures of the victim.

The other one.

Other one.

The other one.

The buckle of the belt.

It's backwards.

No right-handed person
would put on a belt like that,

So someone must've dressed him.

- Are you coming?
- Only one person had clothes for him.

His wife.

Well spotted.

- Jasper?
- Christina.

- Jasper?
- Christina.

- I don't...
- It's not about Serge.

Annelies's leaving, but
our collaboration can continue, right?

Yes, in principle.

- Paul.
- Yes.

Did you know that her desk
is just as big as mine?

- No, seriously?
- Ha-ha, very funny.

- Want some?
- No, I'll have water.

- I can't stay very long, I'm afraid.
- A glass of cava?

- No, thanks.
- Thanks.

- I'm only having one glass myself.
- Jasper?

- Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

- To Annelies.
- To Annelies.

- Annelies.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

To Annelies.

- Chief Inspector Lauwers.
- I was in the area, so I thought...

- As it's your last day.
- That's very kind, thanks.

- A glass of cava?
- Just one.

- Sorry, Annelies, but I've got to go.

- Already?
- Yes.

Actually, I also need to go home.

You, too, John?

- We haven't said cheers yet.
- Cheers.

Thanks.

- Annelies?
- Paul.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

- We're going to miss you.
- I wish I could say the same.

Come here, you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- We'll be seeing each other.
- Yes.

Right. Bernard, Valere.

- You'll pop in sometime, won't you?

Come here.

- John van Humbeeck.
- Annelies Donckers.

Thank you.

- Jens.
- Leaving already?

- Yes, sorry, I've got to go.
- That's a shame.

Jens?

Take care of her.

I'll do my best.

It hasn't been long,
but it feels good.

I know the feeling.

- Hello.
- Jens?

- That's right.
- We met before.

- Yes, at the funeral.
- That's right. Sorry, one moment.

Excuse me.

- Would you like a glass of cava?
- Yes.

Elise?

No, Elise, not during the week.
It's always been like that.

Happy birthday, Jasper.
Hip-hip, hooray.

Hip-hip, hooray.

JASPER
7 YEARS OLD

It's not a happy birthday, Christina.

No.

Let's go inside.

You go.

It's SNOWING.

- Yes, it's snowing.
- Jasper.

Serge makes me happy, Jasper.

I know.

- Hi, Paul.
- Serge.

I spoke to Desmedt.

It's going ahead
and you're coming along.

Well, Paul, you and me.

Who'd have thought it, eh?