02x11 - Dode meisjes zingen niet

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It's hard waking up early,
missing you,

here next to me.

Night cannot stand the emptiness.
neither can the day.

Night cannot stand the emptiness,
neither can the day.

MY DEAR DAD

I scan the pastures
through torrential rain,

in search of where you now are
and find you in everything.

I look back to where
you always were.

I am with you.

Thank you.

This is Serge.

He works in Narcotics.
Maybe you know each other?

- No, I don't think so.
- Serge Lauwers.

Paul Rabet.

You recently returned from India?

That's right, yesterday.

OK, where?

- On our way.
- How was it?

Warm.

Chief, we've got a suspicious death
at a boarding school.

See you.

Thank you.

- Greet van Aelst.
- John van Humbeeck.

- Paul Rabet.
- I'll lead the way.

The whole school is in shock.
We're all in shock.

We didn't notice at breakfast,
which is unsurprising,

were a large school
with a lot of students.

During the second lesson,
the teacher noticed Elise was absent.

The door to her room was locked,
but teachers have a key,

that's how we found her.

Keep moving, boys.

Go on, off you go.
There's nothing to see here.

The girls’ corridor.

- I'd rather you wait here, please.
- Yes, all right.

Jeu de foulard.

- They choke themselves...
- I know.

The things kids get up to nowadays.

Ah, Jonan.
Any news from the prosecutor?

The body can be released.

You'll do the report?

John?

Yes.

Would you take a photograph of this?

Jasper, I cancelled
our appointment.

That's inconvenient for me.

I know changes make you nervous,
but I have other commitments.

Can't you cancel?

- This is Rudy, my husband.
- Rudy, her husband.

Or postpone them?

- Is it OK if I quickly...
- Yes, hurry up.

- Not too many.
- No, not too many.

- Five.
- Five?

- OK. We really must go now, Helena.
- They won't start without you.

True, they won't start without me.

True, they won't start without me.

sorry, I'm Rudy, her husband.

Five? Five.
Not too many. I'm Rudy.

I can see you tomorrow.
I'll let you know when.

- Come along.
- Sorry.

POLICE REPORT

What is it, John?

If you lock your room
you leave the key in the lock, right?

Yes.

The key was on her desk.

John, a 17-year-old has been stupid
enough to experiment with danger.

Nothing more to it.

There's no signs of struggle,

otherwise the prosecutor
would want an investigation.

Can I make my call?

John, John.

Yes, John came in.

And then at 9:30am you have
an appointment with Lotte Dierckx,

to discuss her thesis again.

Dearest Professor,
you're such a cutie.

Dearest Professor,
you're such a cutie.

Dearest Professor,
you're such a cutie.

I'd appreciate it if you were here
this time. Last time, you forgot.

We can hardly push her
into the Schelde. Or can we?

All under control, Professor?

Mrs Sneyers, what do you do
when you feel embarrassed?

- Embarrassed, you say?
- Yes, what do you do to calm down?

Large pot of chamomile tea.

And world championship
Snooker on the BBC.

Or a decent massage.

Right, 9:30am, Lotte Dierckx.
she's looking forward to it.

You were close friends,
you and Elise?

You know how she died?

Our condolences.

Sam, did Elise ever say anything

about a strangulation game?

No.

- Did she have a boyfriend?
- Yes.

Dominiek.

Van Merode.

Is he a student here, too?

In the boys’ section.

Together long?

5 months, 7 days.

- So was it serious?
- We knew each other quite well.

- And did the two of you have...
- No.

We've never had sex,
if that's what you mean.

Besides, I don't respect girls
who go to bed with everyone.

Never.

OK.

When was the last time
you saw Elise?

- Yesterday... during class.
- Not in the evening?

No, we can't see each
other in the evenings.

The boys’ and girls’ corridors
are separate.

- It's odd he should say that.
- Oh.

Witty?

I don't want to tell on him.

Nothing here
Stays a secret for long.

- Dominiek visited her room yesterday.
- OK, at what time?

9pm or so.

Sam? Is there anything else?

They were arguing.

- I heard them shouting.
- What were they arguing about?

I don't know.

- Can I go back to my class now?
- Yes.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Come in.
- Am I bothering you?

- Just messing about.
- I can see that.

- Would you...
- How are you?

- ...like a drink?
- No, I can't stay long.

OK.

- Your father's?
- Yes.

He was always writing and drawing.
Really cute. Look at this.

- No mathematics?
- Yeah, my dad and figures... Not.

Mum always kept
the accounts of the shop, too.

Plus her regular job.

- What did she do?
- She was a nurse.

After Mum died,
I had to Keep the accounts.

Dad was too much of a dreamer.

- A quiet, Kind dreamer.
- The world needs those, too.

- Deep.
- They produced a beautiful daughter.

John van Humbeeck, did you come here
to cheer me up with false compliments?

You're succeeding.

- Hey, hello, John.
- Hey.

Jens.

Jens.

- Like a drink?
- He can't stay.

- Oh, all right.
- He's run out of compliments.

- Deep.
- Liesje, I'm making coffee. You?

No, thanks.

- Liesje? I didn't know you had...
- What do you want, anyway?

- It's to do with work, actually.
- OK.

The thing is,

I'm having difficulties with Paul.

Nothing more to it.
Right, can I make my call?

- I want to talk to the Professor.
- The Professor?

I haven't heard from him
in a while.

He was at the funeral.

- Really?
- Yes.

Liesje, where are the coffee pods?

Mrs Sneyers,

It was thrilling
last night, wasn't it?

I didn't get any shuteye at all.

something for you.

It's a k*ll or cure remedy.

You'll sleep like a baby
within 15 minutes, I guarantee it.

And don't forget:
9:30am, Lotte Dierckx.

see you later.

- Morning.
- Mrs Sneyers.

You know the way.

Elise Deroy, 17, found dead
yesterday at boarding school.

- Jeu de foulard. At first glance.
- Jeu de foulard?

You know what "jeu de foulard" is?

Deliberately depriving the brain
of oxygen in order to get high,

sometimes called erotic asphyxiation,
but that's much more dangerous.

- There are several famous examples.
- Michael Hutchence of INXS.

One or two things
don't add up, I think.

Aha, he thinks.

One: her room was locked
but the key wasn't in the door.

The tutors have a key
that anyone can get at, really.

And two?

She had a boyfriend,
Dominiek van Merode.

Dominiek says
he last saw her in class,

but a friend of hers says
she heard them arguing in her room,

before she died.

That's interesting.

- The autopsy report?
- They're working on it.

We had to insist. The prosecutor
had already released the body.

Will you come with us to the school?

Absolutely.

Professor, your 9:30
appointment has arrived.

- Cuckoo.
- Miss Dierckx.

- Professor.
- No time.

- Mrs Sneyers.
- Mrs Sneyers.

Let me give you a tip.

Vulgar isn't the same thing
as attractive.

No, I think we were
a little too quick to judge.

Hirangi is OK.

She'll be a good mother
to our Katrien.

But things have changed here, eh?

- Serge?
- Good, eh?

Absolutely.

- Let me take this.
- Sure.

Kasper.

No, Kasper, that's not possible.

It's my week.

Kasper, because
those are the arrangements.

You don't have to wait for me
to get home, you can bake a cake.

A pack is in the cellar.

But it's none of Elise’ business.

Elise COOKS...

but has nothing to do
with you baking.

Paul, isn't it?

I get she’s annoyed.

Elise cooks,
but that's not her responsibility.

He who bakes the cake
cleans the kitchen.

All right?

OK.

see you tonight.

A cake?

- A teenager.
- Are they being difficult?

- A teenager.
- Are they being difficult?

Difficult.

- It's just the way it is.
- Are you leaving?

- I'm meeting the Chief of Police.
- What about our lunch?

- But I told you.
- Oh, I completely forgot.

Hey, can I make a couple of calls?

- Make all the calls you like.
- OK.

- Will you let go of me?
- Are you all right?

- Yes, you?
- OK.

Yes, I'm OK, thanks.

- See you tonight.
- See you tonight.

- I'm her mother.
- I know.

I have a right to know
what's going on.

I have a right to know
what's going on.

Under the circumstances,
we can't contact everyone.

Why don't you take a seat
in here and I'll be right back.

Here. Thank you.

This is very inconvenient.
I thought the investigation was over.

We Just have
a few more questions to ask.

I understand
you have a job to do,

but I have to protect
the school's reputation.

That whole thing with Elise Deroy
isn't doing us any good.

Certainly not right now.

- The reporters aren't for that?
- No, absolutely not.

Our Dutch teacher
has published a collection of poetry.

- I'm Rudy.
- Is that teacher Rudy van Grieken?

- I'm Rudy.
- Is that teacher Rudy van Grieken?

- Yes, why?
- Yes, why.

Don't pour it yet. It always
loses its sparkle, you know.

This is very important for our school.

I don't want it to be overshadowed
by a story about a deranged child.

Under these extreme circumstances,

it's perfectly understandable that you
have questions you want answers to.

Difficult questions.

I think that it's very important...

to share those questions
with each other openly,

So that we...

Professor.

Carry on as usual.

As I was saying,
it's very important that we...

that we help each other,

give this sorrow in our lives a place
so that we can cope with it.

What rubbish.

Three quarters of these pupils
couldn't care less

- about what happened to Elise Deroy.
- Professor, please.

I admit that most of them will act
as if they think it's horrible,

because suffering together
promotes group bonding.

One day, they will reminisce

about this period of free solidarity.

And then there are
those who grieve sincerely,

but they find no solace
in sharing each other's emotions.

- Look, it's unacceptable...
- It is unacceptable,

indeed criminal,
to make these children think

that simply by talking about it,
or starting self-help groups

or releasing white balloons,
for that matter,

their sorrow will be soothed.

Nothing could be
further from the truth.

Professor, I insist that
you leave this classroom right now.

Humans grieve alone.

In times of intense sorrow and pain,
human beings are alone.

And nobody can help them.

Nobody.

Professor?

I hope that your poetry
is better than your lesson,

because as you can tell,
I haven't received it very well.

There, that rhymes.

You lied, Dominiek.

- At school.
- No.

Yes.

People who lie
have something to hide.

I have nothing to hide.

I don't know
what happened to Elise.

You told me
you last saw her in class.

- Yes.
- No.

You were in her room.

- You argued.
- We didn't argue.

SO, you were
in her room that evening.

Yes, I was in her room,
but we didn't argue.

OK, you didn't argue.
Tell us what did happen.

I was having trouble with Dutch.
We had to write a book review.

- I didn't understand the book.
- Which book?

- Animal Farm.
- Author?

George Orwell.

Elise helped me.
She was good at that kind of thing.

Why didn't you say?

Because we're not allowed
in each other's rooms at night.

- When you left her she was all right?
- Yes.

- You didn't notice anything odd?
- No.

- Did she act strange? Nervous, maybe?
- No, not at all.

- Do you have her room key?
- Of course not.

Can I talk to you?

The autopsy report.

There is no sign whatsoever
of a struggle.

There is no sign whatsoever
of a struggle.

There is no sign whatsoever
of a struggle.

My having been away
hasn't changed the rules.

You're interrogating a suspect
while no crime has been committed.

- We aren't accusing.
- That would be worse.

And what on earth are you doing here,
the day after your father's funeral?

- Paul.
- Come on, It's true.

This isn't going to get us anywhere.

Maybe you're right,
but this isn't the way.

So, there's no sign of a struggle.

That doesn't mean
we close the case.

- Is there anything else?
- We think something smells fishy.

Let's take that to the magistrate.
“Something smells fishy.”

- Paul.
- It's true.

We've checked her computer and she's
visited sites about the choking game.

She tried something
and it went wrong.

OK.

Here's what we do.

Go back to the school and search
her room with a fine-tooth comb.

If you find nothing more,
then we'll close the case. Is that OK?

- Right.
- Yes?

- The nature of the beast, eh?
- Yes.

Maybe Paul is right,
I've come back to work too soon.

Have I come back too soon?

No.

Maybe he was testing me.

Testing you?

To see if this is
what I really want.

It's something
I've been struggling with.

I thought it was because
of the situation with my father,

but...

I don't know
if I still want this.

I don't know
if I still want this.

Come on,
there's nothing to find in here.

Annelies?

“Dead girls don't sing.”

Perhaps I should first
apologise for last time.

- The thing is...
- Smash him in the face.

- He's got a nerve.
- Stay calm, Helena, breathe easy.

Our conversations
ease the tensions in my mind.

You made fun of my husband
to take revenge on me.

- Very well put.
- Ha-ha, you loser.

If I were to lower myself to that
level, would I really admit to it?

And the fact you think I might proves
that our conversations are pointless.

- Oh.
- And finally,

I simply told the pupils the truth.

Your husband
was teaching them illusions,

- and he shouldn't be a teacher.
- Naughty Professor.

Well, I guess he has a point.

Have a nice day.

Yes, I'm still having trouble
with the B flat.

Stay there. Dominiek.

Dominiek.

- Dominiek, this won't solve anything.
- Stay where you are.

- Dominiek, please.
- Take my hand.

“White linen in the garden,

"White linen in the garden,

and how it ripples in the wind,

almost shivers.

Fickle is the sky,

light faltering between the clouds.

At dusk, the world shrinks
into a garden,

Into an evening
when white ripples in the wind,

into an evening
when white ripples in the wind,

almost shiver.

It shivers within me, too.

There is the night,
and outside the quiet is sovereign,

"Beyond all ripples.”

“Beyond all ripples.”

Beautiful.

Very beautiful,
but that's not why I'm here.

Lotte Dierckx.

You can do something
like that once, but not twice.

- Did you do it deliberately?
- I did indeed.

Ah, there you go.

And now you probably
want me to ask you why.

And now you probably
want me to ask you why.

That's an option.

All right then.

Why did you let Lotte Dierckx
turn up here twice for nothing?

I'm glad you ask,
because I suspect that Ms Dierckx...

has certain feelings towards me.

Feelings?

- You think it's funny?
- No, more...

- implausible.
- Implausible?

You could tactfully turn her down.

Tactfully?

You're right, maybe
that's too much to ask.

Just tell her
what's bothering you.

I'll ask Mrs Sneyers
to make a new appointment.

How about 3 this afternoon?

Maybe you should just tell us
everything you know, Dominiek.

You'll feel better, honestly.

Rabet?

Dominiek?

You'll feel better, I promise you.

We...

We did have an argument that night.

- A big argument.
- What about?

I think Elise...

- I think It's why...
- No, Dominiek.

Why did you fight?

I thought she was
seeing someone else.

And you know who?

It's not important now.

What if I say Elise
didn't commit suicide?

- Maybe.
- Maybe.

Who was that person, Dominiek?

- I don't know.
- Dominiek?

"Singing" is another word
for telling the truth, right?

- Squealing, you mean?
- Elise knew something.

Something
she wasn't supposed to know.

- Bernard, isn't Annelies here?
- Nope.

It's a bit thin,

although that kid
was lying through his teeth,

the tale about an affair
doesn't add up.

- There's something about that school.
- John.

My daughter would like
to make a statement.

She'd stay behind after each lesson,

to talk about poetry
and philosophy, she said.

Give it to them.

It's a love poem,
written by Van Grieken for Elise.

Here.

He was going to leave his wife
so that they could live together.

The girl was barely 18.

- Why didn't you say before?
- Before?

Madam.

Sam, did Dominiek
know about this, too?

So that's what
the argument was about.

Where've you been?

Where've you been?

The gynaecologist.

I'll get straight to the point.

You had a relationship
with Elise Deroy?

- No.
- A witness said that you did.

But... and who told you that?

The question is whether it’s true.

- Of course not.
- Elise was pretty.

She looked up to you.

Well... OK, look... I...

17 years old? They're kids.
Do you really think that I'd...

17 years old? They're kids.
Do you really think that I'd...?

- What's this?
- A poem you wrote for Elise.

- What's this?
- A poem you wrote for Elise.

- No, I didn't write this.
- Two independent experts

claim that you did write it.
The style, the choice of words.

She wanted more?
Threatened to tell your wife?

Do you have a key
to the teachers’ room?

Mr Van Grieken, yes or no, do you
have a key to the teachers’ room?

Yes.

There's a key in there
that opens all the bedrooms.

“I'm now learning each day
what it means to screw up.

Winning. The more I lose,
the more I win."

- I never touched Elise.
- "I come close to you,

- and it is almost time, my love.”
- I...

- We weren't together.
- You strangled her,

- locked the door.
- I never touched Elise.

- We weren't in a relationship.
- An accident.

Well, I've a bit of a cold.
unfortunately.

I'll do my best to keep
the damage to a minimum.

"White linen in the garden,

and how it ripples
in the wind, almost shivers.

Fickle is the sky,

light faltering between the clouds.

At dusk,
the world shrinks into a garden."

Jasper?

Jasper?

I thought you were someone else.

It seems I was wrong
about your husband.

At first I thought
he was just a sad writer,

who managed to put together
a reasonable poem every now and then.

But lago's Revenge
is actually pretty good.

It's perhaps a little naive
for a man of his age,

but still good.

He's been trying to publish for years,

but was always rejected.

And he was
so disappointed each time,

but he finally succeeded.

The Headmistress has suspended him.

No smoke without fire, I guess.

lago.

Isn't he a character
in Shakespeare's Othello?

Isn't he a character
in Shakespeare's Othello?

- Yes, Jasper.
- Othello had his wife k*lled,

because he thought
she was having an affair.

- Rudy would never do that.
- And there was something with...

- white linen.
- I want you to prove it.

I can't, I'm afraid.

You're many things,
but not vindictive.

No, I mean that I can't solve
the case. You just did that.

- I solved the case?
- But I will need something from you.

- From me?
- I'll explain on the way.

- Lotte Dierckx is here.
- Professor.

- Ms Dierckx.
- Yes?

I've written my comments on the draft
of your thesis in the margins.

In the bottom drawer, Mrs Sneyers.

Maybe you are vindictive.

Maybe you shouldn't start your
emails with "My dearest Professor”

and say he's cute.

Why don't you mind
your own business?

It's my job to stick
my nose in. It's my Job.

Yes, I forgot that.

I'll pick you up later?

Yes, all right.
I'm off at 5pm sharp.

Later.

Well.

Tinder. Have you heard of it?

It can bring
some colour to your life.

It might be an idea
for you too, Conny.

- What's he doing?
- I have no idea.

- What's he doing?
- I have no idea.

I'm done.

It's all really quite simple.

You're telling the truth,

You're telling the truth,

or you're being accused of m*rder.

- What's the meaning of this?
- Let me help you.

You've been feeling
inferior for a while.

You have a wonderful wife
who has a wonderful career,

as a psychologist and writer.

And you, you are a mere teacher.

Well, that's how you see it. So,
to compensate for your shortcomings,

you start writing poetry.

But your work doesn't
get published. More humiliation.

Then you meet Elise Deroy.

She writes beautiful poetry.

"White Linen in the Garden."

- She could see it from her room.
- And smell it.

So you decided to send some of her
work to a publisher under your name.

An audacious plan.

But it was doomed to fail
because you knew full well...

that she would find out and
wouldn't let you get away with it.

Unless you knew something about her
with which you could blackmail her.

How long did you know?

- Did I know what?
- How long did you know

that Elise Deroy was in a relationship
with Sam Colpaert?

You can go now.
I'll be replacing Mr Van Grieken.

Take notes, please. Today,
I want to talk to you about Othello,

a tragedy by William Shakespeare.

Othello is a general
in the Venetian army.

He's of North African descent and
married to the beautiful Desdemona.

Then there's lago.

Close the door quietly, please.

He's an officer in the same
army and angry with Othello,

because Othello refuses to give him
a well-deserved promotion.

lago wants revenge.

And he takes it in an original way.

He convinces Othello
that Desdemona is cheating on him,

and although there's no reason to,

Othello starts to mistrust
his Desdemona.

Slowly but surely,

a sickly jealousy
takes possession of Othello.

In the end,
Othello kills Desdemona.

Even though
She has never been unfaithful.

You made it all up?

You made it all up?

You convinced me
she was cheating with Van Grieken

so I'd finish it?

I'm talking to you.

You f*cking b*tch. Elise and I...

Elise and you? You?

Elise loved me, all right?

We were a couple.

You were nothing.

Nothing.

I haven't finished.

In psychology, this story is used
to describe a certain pathology,

- namely, Othello syndrome.
- Sorry.

It's a condition whereby
one would rather see one's lover dead

than alive in the arms of another.

That's what happened, isn't it, Sam?

Sam.

The right of the argument
between Dominiek and Elise,

did you k*ll her?

- I want her to leave.
- What?

I want her to leave.

People think that it's easy,
being with someone.

But that's not true.

- It's complicated, eh?
- We were in love.

Yes.

I think so, too.

- She wrote that for me.
- Not Van Grieken.

- For me.
- So her relationship with Dominiek,

- it was for appearances?
- Was she starting to have doubts?

Her parents.

- She was afraid.
- Just like you, in fact.

And then you gave Dominiek
a reason to finish it.

Van Grieken was having
an affair with Elise.

Writing poems for her.

But Elise knew
what you had done,

and she ended it with you.

It took a long time, didn't it?

Minutes.

Yes.

Why didn't you stop?

- You could've let go.
- I didn't want to.

I miss her terribly.

I miss her.

I miss her.

lago's Revenge was far better
than anything else he'd ever written.

And if that was by Elise,
then the love poem was hers, too.

- But for a woman, not a man.
- Thank you.

- But for a woman, not a man.
- Thank you.

Well done.

Jasper.

Christina Flamant?

Dr. Gijselbrecht, I presume.

I was wrong.

When women make a poor choice,
you should speak before it's too late.

What was that about?
Me and Serge?

Christina, Inspector Lauwers
isn't who he says he is.

Christina, Inspector Lauwers
isn't who he says he Is.

He can't be trusted and
he'll drag you down in his demise.

Don't think I'm going to save you.

Have a nice day.

- What a coward.
- Yes, I agree.

Have you thought about this carefully?

Christina.

Can we talk?

Are you busy?

I want to thank you.

He's at school
tendering his resignation now.

I won't be working for a while.
We need to take a break.

- There's no point.
- Jasper, I need to be there for him.

There's no point,
you can't offer him a solution.

You're part of the problem.

You're part of the problem.

Dr van Mieghem.
He's very good.

There's one thing I regret.

That we never
discussed your father.

My father?