01x03 - The Inspection

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That was it for today.

But before I let you go...

I have one more small assignment
For you.

These are photos of the Jewish ghetto
of Kovno in Lithuania...

where located in the summer of 1941
has played a drama.

On the morning of June 27...

were forty to fifty
adult Jewish men...

by armed Lithuanian citizens
taken from their homes...

and gathered in a courtyard.

There stood a young man, armed with
an iron rod, waiting for them.

On its mark prisoners became
brought to him one by one...

whereupon he them with the bar
the skull smashed.

Sometimes he only needed one stroke,
sometimes he needed multiple strokes.

In any case, in less than 45 minutes
he had beaten everyone to death.

Then he took his accordion...

went to stand on the pile of corpses
and played the national anthem.

Civilians standing during the mass m*rder
of Kovno just to watch.

Every time a man was k*lled,
they applauded.

In the front row were even
women with children on the arm.

Dear ones, cruelty is so old
as humanity itself.

We k*ll out of necessity,
to survive.

But of course this has nothing
to do with necessity or survival.

So we have to ask ourselves the question:

How come
that people are capable of this?

That's the topic
of the next lesson.

To prepare, read The concept
of evil by Leonard Berkowitz.

Jurgen, by reading I mean reading.

Don't give your girlfriend the short content
of the book read aloud.

Until the next lesson.

Usually he comes around this time
stand in front of the bulletin board.

Every day?
-Every day.

It would help if he would also read
what's hanging.

If he doesn't read what it says,
so why is he standing there?

He says such a large collection
nonsense encourages him to think clearly.

Nice when you work
so appreciated.

Everything in order, Jasper?
-That depends.

From what?

People usually ask that
for two reasons:

A: one is really interested,
two: one needs something from you.

I got a call from a journalist.
-The second thing.

Not necessarily.

He would like to conduct an interview
about that double m*rder...

that you helped solve.

Not in a hundred years.
-That was also my thought.

So you'd rather not
that I give an interview?

I'd rather not...
That's been said a lot.

I thought you didn't have time there
for would have.

Now that I think about it...

It's the next few days
fairly quiet.

Sorry.

Professor, we can give you here
speak? We have a new case.

I will call that newspaper.

This is Yolande The Letter.

Two days ago, she was home alone.
Going through files.

Yolande De Letter is in charge
about a team that evaluates schools.

Marc, is that you?

At first sight a robbery m*rder.
-Jewels have been stolen.

A few things don't add up.
-No cupboards have been emptied.

They didn't take their time either.

She has the emergency services
still be able to call.

They were there fairly quickly.
Can I sit down?

You think someone has a robbery m*rder
has staged?

Then the next question:
Is Mrs. De Letter married?

This is Marc De Letter,
spouse of the victim.

He wasn't, she did the help-
services called just before her death.

At the time of the m*rder he was
playing squash with a friend.

So no robbery m*rder and no family drama.

Now it gets interesting.

Yes and no. This is Casper Vervoort,
teacher on Saint Lutgardis.

He spent the day of the m*rder a
had a serious conflict with Yolande.

We have images of his car
in the victim's street.

What does he say about that?

That he wanted to apologize
before the quarrel, but he changed his mind.

He has no alibi, but my feelings
says he didn't do it.

Your feelings?

I know.

Now he's going to say that on your feelings
going off in a m*rder case...

is like taking a bus of which
the driver has asked...

if there is no manual
for the bus in Braille.

If you remember,
so why don't you apply it?

His motive is too weak.
And he's way too smart.

Casper Vervoort would never
driving past six traffic cameras...

and then commit a m*rder.

That's already better.

What was the reason for the conflict?

I have been teaching for 25 years
at the same school.

I've always loved doing that
with a lot of commitment and conviction.

Then comes such a fallen b*tch
tell me...

that I'm doing everything wrong, that I
old fashioned and I have to adapt.

After all these years, you know
what works and what doesn't.

It's as simple as that.

So I got that Mrs. De Letter
let's tell the truth.

Such an inspection is very important.

After two bad reviews
the school is closed.

Casper Vervoort. He has no alibi?

He was at home thesis
improving.

Check.
Reviewing the final works.

Improving means making better.

As in: He must use his language
urgent improvement.

What do you want to start with,
professor?

Are you going to tell me?

Or do I have to find out for myself?

Behind what?

That your superintendent
does not share your feelings.

Vervoort is the only one
with motif and occasion.

Yes, but he continues to deny it.

Because I didn't do anything wrong.
-For the time being.

What is the professor sitting there doing?
-He wants to see vervoort's interrogation.

He's been sitting there for an hour,
without moving.

Two possibilities: Casper Vervoort
is a gifted actor...

or Casper Vervoort
is totally innocent.

His body language says
that he has nothing to hide:

He leans back, makes eye contact.

If we look at the previous image...

Look here: he rubs occasionally
with his hands over the table...

as if he wants to wipe it clean.

That's the typical gesture
of a control freak.

Not from someone who takes the risk
to penetrate somewhere.

He's incapable of violence?

If you get people on the nerves long enough
works they are capable of violence.

How good is the alibi
from Mr. De Letter?

Firmly, at least five
independent witnesses.

Good. A proposal?
-I want to go to that school.

Are you sure?

If there was a quarrel there, there are
probably others who have heard that.

Maybe that worked out well for someone.

Okay, the school. Paul?
-My best.

Daan, you stay here, I need you.

I'll just make coffee, surely?

Jasper...

I would like to apologize
for last time.

I hope you are happy in
your world where everything revolves around you.

That of that the world around you
running, I didn't mean that.

You didn't mean it or you're sorry
that you said it?

The elevator is there.

Are we going to walk?

Can I ask something?

Yes, I've been in a relationship
with your Commissioner...

three years and two months.
Any more questions?

I wanted to ask
whether you have anything against cars.

You needed me?

Yes, you can vervoort
to the interrogation room.

I don't think that makes sense.
-Now.

Close the door, please.

Sorry.
It's harder than I thought.

Can I help you?

It might be an inappropriate question,
given the circumstances...

Bernard, not now.

Do you already have any idea about the...

You shouldn't worry.
-I am still worried.

Herman? Sorry.

Carl?

Mr. Director, there are here
police people in front of you.

Herman Symens, director.

Annelies Donckers. That's professor
Teerlinck, he advises us.

That's inspector-reporter
It's Serclaes.

He takes over the business from Mrs.
The Letter, life goes on.

You clearly attach great importance
to this assessment.

Otherwise, you would not have invited him.
With coffee and cookies even.

Why?
-Why what?

Why do you think is important
what other people think about you?

Isn't that normal?

That feeling is unknown to me.
-That doesn't matter.

Perhaps Mrs. De Letter
m*rder*d...

because she wanted to give a negative opinion.

We don't judge.
We give recommendations.

You will judge, Mr' s Serclaes.
You give it a different name.

Can I ask something?

Do you like it
to hurt small animals?

Small animals?
-What do you say?

Do you like it...

Mr. Symens, we have some
ask. I suggest that you finish.

We will wait on the playground.

Do you do that on purpose?

You know why people value
at the discretion of another.

That's called conformism.
Who taught me that?

Don't confuse opinion diarrhoea
with the theory of conformism.

So we can function in group
without the approval of others?

Mr. Symens?

You also had to ask me something, I believe.

We would like to speak to two teachers.
Tessa De Landsheer and Carl De Neve.

Carl brought you here.
That was Carl De Neve.

Where is he now?
-I don't know... We're going to look for him.

And now ask about the case.
-I know enough.

And those witnesses?

They have nothing to do with it,
you'll make it on your own.

I've already told you all that.
-Still, we want to hear it again.

The director wanted
that I was going to apologize...

but Mrs De Letter
had already left...

so I got her home address.

But you didn't get the doorbell because
you just wanted to explore the neighborhood...

to come back later.

I didn't get the doorbell
because I didn't do anything wrong.

I haven't gone back,
I have read thesiss.

The problem is
that no one can confirm that.

The problem is
that you don't believe me.

I don't think that makes sense.

What?
-Vervoort. He didn't do it.

Yes, I think you're right.

Apparently things didn't go well between
Mr. De Letter and his wife.

They were on divorce.

It is not often that
there are five independent witnesses.

You think he's someone
has hired?

A pro wouldn't let her call 112.
-Everyone drops a stitch sometimes.

Let's throw the matter open.

Who else has an advantage
at her death, except her husband?

The school would be a bad assessment
get it, so the director.

Not a strong motive.

I think it's strong enough
for a mandate.

A financial inspection?

If one of the two makes a lot of money
has recorded...

we can put pressure on them.
-This will remain with us for the time being.

Yolande The Letter...
That was a concept.

When we knew she was an inspector,
there weren't exactly people happy.

I always think everything is good.
I'm always okay with everything.

I do think they have something
could have done her style.

Her style?
-Her comment. She was kind of harsh.

Casper said something about it then.

He has asked if they are at home too
was always such a frustrated b*tch.

The Hobbit couldn't laugh at that.

Yes, that...
that's our director.

Ah, the Hobbit.

That's because he's so...
-I know.

From then on Casper could no longer do anything
do well.

He doesn't deserve that, because...

He is the best teacher
who walks around here.

The best teacher?
I've heard other things.

Like?

That he's an old nag
who always knows everything better.

Those guests of today
don't just take everything anymore.

I'm much closer to those guys.
I know what's going on, you know?

We did last week
grabbed a beer together.

Donckers.

Professor.

Bad news, boy.
Your girlfriend has already returned home.

I'm not coming for Christina.

That's true, you get to say Christina.

For us, it is Commissioner,
Of course.

But yes, we are
no professor.

I'll come for the autopsy report,
I want to look at the injuries.

And I would like to say something.

You come in here with an attitude
from here to Tokyo.

You treat us
as if we were a g*ng of idiots.

And worst of all...

You're destroying my team.

Sooner or later I'll take you back for that.
Do you hear that, professor?

So that report won't work, surely?

The deeper the fall, the heavier
the climb back up.

You know that, right, Paul?

You knew that, and you don't tell me anything?

For the same money we go
on intervention and he is drunk.

Before you defend him,
I know what happened.

You don't know everything.
Paul's daughter was divorced.

Listen for a moment. His daughter was
divorced, he didn't think that was okay.

A child must be raised by
a mom and dad, of that nonsense.

For him, that was important.
He felt he had given up too quickly.

They've been arguing a lot about that
and they never put it down.

And then suddenly she wasn't there anymore.

I didn't know that.
-Keep that to yourself for a while.

You know that that's going to go wrong.
-We're going to say it.

Just give him a little time.

Are you leaving? Take one more.
-I'd rather not.

Why not?

Because we both know
what can happen next.

That's why it's right.

I still have somewhere to go.
-Two dates in one evening?

Something like that, yes.

Hello Jasper.
-Bye mommy.

And, how are you?
-Not bad.

Any shocking things published?
-No, mommy.

You still sold many paintings
to acquaintances with a good heart?

Pierre.

So you're not going to
tell them you're working with the police?

Did the dean send you?

We're worried, Jasper.
It just went well.

Correction: it went reasonably well.

Good is reserved only
for the mentally disadvantaged.

And cycling tourists. If it could be
that the two sometimes overlap.

You've seen Christina?

Yes, I've seen Christina.
And no, it didn't do anything to me.

I hope so.

That chapter is closed,
you know that, right?

We take the sea wolf.

There is pasta in the fridge
for tomorrow.

There is a pad in the coffee maker
so just press the button.

What's mommy's name?
-Not now, baby.

I'm almost done with this boat.

No, Daddy.

We've said
that we would do that every day.

What's mommy's name?

Marie Thérèse.

Heidi.

On what day was she buried?
-Thursday.

What kind of weather was it then?
-Cold, very cold. Rain.

My job, as complete as possible.

Inspector of the federal
judicial police.

Very good.

I have quite a lot on my hands at the moment.

Let's say this afternoon
at half past two. Excellent. Thank you.

That was that journalist
of Het Nieuwsblad.

The university has so much for me
done, time I put something back.

Dean, Ingrid here.

Thank you, Mrs Sneyers.

Yes, I'm there.
I had to call you if...

Yes, you were right.

Inspector, I wanted to
see the autopsy report.

Of course. There's something weird in it,
those knife marks were not deadly.

The report states
that Mrs. De Letter is stitched.

I'll email it.

Good morning.
-Good morning.

Isn't Paul there yet?

Isn't Paul there yet?
-No, not seen yet.

This is Marc De Letter,
the victim's husband.

Good morning, sir.

I've heard you're that teacher
have let go.

We can't say anything about that.

I have a right to know that, don't I?

We have other options
to researching.

What possibilities?

Sorry, but there we can really
don't say anything about it yet.

You are doing the wrong thing with your research.

Wrong things happen at that school.

How do you mean?

Yolande had a bad reputation.

Yes, unfairly actually.

Okay, she was strict,
she was demanding...

but afterwards fell
her reports with it. Except now.

Did she want to give a bad rating?

She had discovered something
of a particular teacher.

I didn't say anything about it because I
didn't know it was important.

Do you know which teacher it's about?

I have nothing to do with that case,
why would I have k*lled her?

Maybe she was something
found out about you.

Like?

Where were you Thursday
between ten and twelve?

I don't have to tell you that.

No, that's true.

That's true, huh?

But if you have nothing to do with it
why don't you tell it?

Because that's private, I hang that
rather not on your nose.

Something so important that you risk
to be suspected of m*rder.

Are you blackmailing me?
-I'm not blackmailing anyone.

I'm just asking a question.
-Yes, you blackmail me.

I'll ask you a simple question.
-What do you think?

He didn't do it.

He did do something
which is almost as bad.

You're blackmailing me.

I want Mr. De Neve
like to ask a few questions.

Instead of Inspector Donckers.

Teach.

Teaching young people something,
be meaningful in their lives.

That can be an enriching experience
for both.

It can also be very dangerous
for both...

when a student's feelings
develops, falls in love with you.

Such a girl then thinks that you
doesn't notice that.

Of course, that's not true.

You know that very well.

You see it when they're on a
inattentive moment looking at you...

and quickly looks away
if you catch her on that.

You then have two choices:
Or you can smile back...

or you look just a little longer
than normal in her eyes.

I have you on the playground
kept an eye on it.

I know what choice you have made.

Is there anything you want to tell us,
Mr. De Neve?

No.

It's that or it's m*rder.

Yes okay, that Thursday night
I was with a student.

Student?

Sabrina.
-Sabrina who?

Sabrina Gabriels.

Then I have just one question for you:
Who else knew that?

Yes, I knew about it.

Part of the assessment is
a conversation between the inspector...

and randomly chosen students.

Students must
assess their teacher?

Not have to, should.

They get to share their experiences
with the inspection team.

One might as well meet a wild boar
ask what he thinks of wild pate.

During such a conversation
has anything come up?

Apparently, one of those has
students told something...

about a secret relationship
between Carl...

Mr. De Neve,
and a girl from the sixth.

Mrs De Letter then
discussed the matter with me.

What did you do then?

Called him to the mat, of course.

I said very, very emphatically:

Listen Carl,
this is totally unacceptable.

But that's all?

Yes, that...
-So he wasn't fired?

Beware. Madam, I understand
your comment in full...

but you must understand me, the reputation
of the school was at stake.

If something like that comes to the surface,
everyone is the victim of this.

But...

Carl told me, promised even,
that he would never do it again.

He said, I'm never going to do it again.
-Never do it again?

Excuse me. The parents
of Sabrina Gabriels are here.

I have to...

But above all, sit down.

Hey, Paul. I have the results
of the financial inspection.

This here is a bit weird.
-That's very weird.

I actually find it difficult...
that Annelies doesn't know anything about it.

We're going to tell you that right away.
Where is she?

I don't trust that pancake.
-Pancake?

One of his teachers
can't stay away from the girls...

and he just says
that it is unacceptable.

That gives him a motive, maybe
he wanted yolande to remain silent.

He can't have done it.
The offender must be at least 1 meter 75.

And that director is smaller than me.

It's the director.

It is high time that the professor
learns something from us.

Shouldn't we say anything?
-A person is never too old to learn.

Mr. Symens, we want you
ask a few questions.

Must I do that now, because I...
-Where were you on the night of the m*rder?

Just answer the question.

You don't think I
have anything to do with that?

At home, alone.

Can you also explain why you used the day
have withdrawn 15,000 euros for it?

How do you know?
-That's not important.

I want to know what you did with it.

Or who you paid with it
to eliminate Mrs. De Letter.

To Mrs. De Letter...

I had seen an ad
on the internet...

for a second-hand MG,
so I thought...

maybe I can make a bargain,
something on the head...

We'll check that.
-Of course.

That will not be necessary, because
due to the hustle and bustle of the inspection...

it didn't happen.

I knew it, it was still in the drawer.
You can wet it if you want.

That was an interesting lesson.

Why don't you forbid him?

Then he can
don't say wrong things.

Jasper forbid something? No.
Just stay with it.

Then I can do the damage
maybe limit it.

Nico Van Cleemput
of Het Nieuwsblad.

Walter De Paepe, dean.
Can you follow me?

Professor Teerlinck is one of our
leading researchers.

Jasper, I know you're there.

Jasper.

After you.

Coffee?

Or tea?

Coffee?

What was it like last night?
Had sex?

I only talk
with people I can trust.

I had promised Rabet
that I wouldn't say anything.

Promise, is this high school?
-You know it wasn't meant to be.

You didn't do it on purpose.

Thinking for yourself is no longer an example?

How can you expect us to make a case
solve if you are withholding information?

Daan? Annelies.

I'll get it later.

Do you close the door for a moment?
Sit down.

I was wrong.
Not just with the case. Especially...

We didn't have that
be allowed to do it behind your back.

Police work is teamwork,
we must not forget that.

From now on cards on the table?

I think that's very good.

But then I want all the cards
on the table, Paul.

I'm trying to do something about it,
but... Give me some time.

Please don't say anything to Flamant.
-Promised.

I would very much appreciate that.

I have come to the conclusion
that we can see the atrocities in Kovno...

can explain by what
'otherization' is called.

The Lithuanians are the ingroup...

who feels superior to
their Jewish neighbors, the outgroup.

In this way,
a dichotomy...

and the members of the ingroup
that of the outgroup...

as inferior people
who may be k*lled.

The theory of the superior
Aryan race of the Nazis.

It was taken over by the Lithuanians.
-Anyone have a comment?

I also find dogs inferior creatures
but I'm not going to beat them up.

Now suppose someone has the rumor
Spreads...

that dogs deadly diseases
bring it?

When we get someone to do that
he hates someone else hard enough...

it's a matter of getting that someone
in the right situation...

There are rumors anyway
about a divorce?

See if they have a prenup
have.

They were married
with separation of property.

An additional clause has been included
which says...

that in case of death...

all the money goes to the respective
husband or wife.

Apparently, Yolande had
a lot of money inherited...

and she wasn't going to
to share that with her husband.

He's in the interrogation room.

Professor.
-And?

Separation of property, additional clause.

I made some more notes.

The theory of 'otherization'.

Annelies?
-Yes, I'm coming.

Will you come in with you?

What am I doing here? What exactly is here
the intention of?

We want a few more things
discuss.

About what?

How hard and unjust life
can be for small people.

Sorry?

As long as you can remember,
you're being bullied with it.

The high school time
must have been hell.

The girls don't see you standing,
sometimes literally.

And the boys? We know
how merciless they can be.

I don't have to pick this up, do I?

But you learn to fight back
by working very hard.

And with success.

You become the director of a school.
For ten years, everything is going well.

Yes, even though they call you the Hobbit.

He didn't know that yet.

He unbalances him,
That is good.

You can't imagine that, huh.

You can't imagine that.
The Letter was not doable.

I still have to try her
to convince of the fact...

that you don't punish an entire school
because one teacher is doing something wrong.

But she wouldn't listen.

Then I got 15,000
euro taken from my savings account...

I drove to her house and...

I thought: Everyone has their price.

And then?
-Then nothing.

She wasn't home, her husband opened it.
I went back home.

We know that that is not true.

We have a lab study here.

Your DNA has been found in the house
by Yolande De Letter.

You have a motive.
You don't have an alibi.

Your DNA has been found
at the crime scene.

Any court will convict you.

What is that nowadays?


Her husband let me in.

I don't know why,
he let me in.

He asked me
why I was there.

I didn't say that,
but we got talking.

He laughed at me squarely,
for his wife was not corruptible.

Then he asked what I had left for
a more definitive solution.

He explained his plan to me.

He would go to the squash club
and return immediately.

He would force the back door and
stabbing his wife with a knife.

At the agreed time, when he
back in the club's bar...

I would go to the villa.

And all I had to do
was the 112 call.

And I didn't have to say anything.

It seems that the
central where the conversation comes from.

I didn't have to say anything.

We Know You Yolande The Letter
haven't been stabbed.

You've provided her husband with an alibi...

but you've also done something else.

I thought it was...

I thought it would be harder.

When I saw her lying there...

I could only think of one thing.

She would destroy everything...

which I had been working on for so long.

How did you know that Symens
it had finished?

Symens had classified Yolande
in the camp of the opponents.

He had decided to bri buy her.

Complicity in m*rder lies
in the same line of the continuous.

Besides, it may not be that you already have it
had results from the DNA test.

What did you show him?
-The autopsy report.

Until next time.

I still had a little question.

Yes, I was in love with you.

But that was
an adolescent calf love, okay?

That didn't mean anything,
you have to understand that.

That was what you wanted to know, wasn't it?

I wanted to ask if you have anything else
had to a mannequin.

But this is also interesting.

You've never intended
to give that interview.

Like I said:
Not in a hundred years.

So why did you pretend?

Friends need to trust each other.
-I trust you right?

You come to me with pinched buttocks
ask to give an interview.

You're happy if I refuse.
Who knows what I would say?

Mrs. Sneyers hears
that I still make an appointment...

so they call you in a panic.

You necessarily want to be at
that interview are...

and if you like that doll you are
gegeneerd but above all very relieved.

Are you still going to play or are you giving up?

Have you called me a friend now?

You misunderstood that.
Checkmate.

Yes, it could.