De eerste 200 regels.
Hello, Maes, Vice Squad. - Charles Ruiters.
Kevin Desmet. - Good day.
Where's the prostitute?
Are you friends or something? - No, no, I'm his driver.
Do you know who raped you? - A woman.
Reception? - Check the visitors.
You've found him? - Yes, we have a kind of arrangement.
If he doesn't text or call within the hour, then I come in.
And how did you got in? - I got the key from reception.
Who loosened him? You? - The keys were on the bedside table.
And what was his reaction? - He panicked, huh.
His penis is raw meat.
Can I see it?
Ms asks if she... - Your penis.
Sports Straps. A Gigolo moves well, right?
It pays for itself, huh. The women love it, buddy.
Who booked the suite?
The privacy of my clients is sacred. - However, we like that song.
She always books by email. - Her address then.
I won't file a complaint. - Why?
Why not?
My reputation.
If you don't want to give us the address, we'll examine your computer
and we'll contact all your customers. The choice is yours.
Hotmail address.
Kaat DeRoeck. First and last name joined together. DeRoeck C-K.
But... I'm not sure it was her.
It didn't feel like Kaat.
Say, that's the woman who paid for the room. Do you know her?
No.
Sure? - No, sorry, I don't know her.
It didn't feel like Kaat? - How was it rape?
So I had to be ready in bed. - Blindfolded?
Blindfolded. She entered and unwrapped a condom,
she sat on me very wild. - Very wild, yes. And you?
I asked her to stop. - You had an erection all that time?
Yes, it's experience, huh.
Your boss, how can he keep it up?
What's that? - An erection pump, huh.
How do you know?
Good, that woman, I still think it's a woman,
rented the room under the name Pipa Middleton,
and she paid in cash.
Hannah, Kaat DeRoeck? - Yes, Check out who she is.
Of course I'm not. You can see that right for yourself.
That is one of my addresses, yes. Why?
Where were you this morning between 10:00 and 12:00?
In court, I'm a lawyer. - Are there witnesses?
Witnesses? At the court? A thirty or so, yes.
We wondered if you occasionally rely on the services of a gigolo.
Of a gigolo? Why do you want to know that?
Madame, we're investigating a rape. Would you like to reply?
Sure. Occasionally, yes.
What?
Ah, nothing. Nothing. I thought... I found... A woman of your...
But a gigolo really knows how to treat women very well.
That's something you can't say for most men. Do you understand?
Madame, do you know Pieter Cornelius? - Yes, we've met a few times.
Do you have a routine with him? - Excuse me?
He lies in bed, bound with handcuffs, you pounce on him, he's blindfolded.
That's about it, little guy. One more such question and you can go.
Good. Do you communicate with Pieter by email?
Say, but wait. It wasn't Pieter who was raped, huh?
Do you always meet him in the suite at the Hotel de Flandre?
Yeah, so. Oh, no.
Yes, we always meet there. - Who knows all about that?
Can you tell us that? - Yeah, no.
Yes, wait, I booked him once as a gift for a friend.
As a gift ...
Hi, Hannah. - Iris Nijs.
Yes? - Mathilde Vermassen?
Police Ghent, Charles Ruiters, Kevin Desmet.
Can we come in, and ask a few questions?
We actually want to ask the following question.
Do you recognize yourself in this picture.
Please, it could be my mother.
Where were you this morning between 10:00 and 12:00?
Here, at home.
Alone? - Yes.
Can anyone confirm that?
Ah no then, huh. - No then.
Kaat DeRoeck tells us, she once treated you to a gigolo as a gift.
We wondered if you had called that person yourself.
I've been separated for years so I do absolutely what I want.
I'm not going to discuss my sex life with you...
Yes or no, madame?
Yes. It's a quality investment.
Can we check your comp... Look at your computer, please?
Is that now?
Did you make a date with Pieter Cornelius?
21:00 to midnight. That's not a date, huh.
That's a quality investment.
Hi, Sven. Who's this? - Sylvia, here.
Do you know Pieter Cornelius? - Yes, why?
I wanted to ask you both to spoil me.
Both? - You two together.
Yes, I understand. You can.
Say, and you use a pump?
No, for me everything is purely natural. Why?
Well, I'm quite heavy. Not really a model.
No problem, madame. I love all women.
Tell me more about yourself. What do you do in everyday life?
I work.
What an eel. As if women are taken in, by that flattery.
More than you think. - Who was that?
Sven. A younger colleague of Pieter Cornelius.
They sometimes work together. - You call it working.
Thinking about a settlement between two competitors?
Maybe, huh. - There are no precedents in Ghent.
I don't think there are many gigolos walking around in Ghent.
Then you'd be wrong. In greater Ghent alone, fifty.
Seriously? And is thick Sylvia going to call all fifty?
That's for sure.
Good day, Bobby. - You're not so heavy, huh.
Am I connected with the archives? You're speaking to Hannah Maes, Vice Squad.
I was wondering if you have a file on a certain Iris Nijs.
Okay.
Yes?
Would you stop the investigation? The rape's already embarrassing enough,
so when the police now start questioning my clients.
Where are you going with her? - First to the restaurant.
And after that? What are the plans?
Whatever Mathilde wants. - Whatever Mathilde wants...
Top point of seniors' sex? A knitted condom.
What news?
Cold, men? - No, that's that.
And winter hasn't begun yet. - What news, what news?
I checked that penis pump. It's a transparent cylinder,
so you post. And there's a pump, so you pump.
The pressure draws blood into the erectile tissue
and then you get a great erection, you can sustain for 20 minutes.
And have you also owned something like that?
Yes, no, not really, actually. - We're sorry.
Good, I checked Mathilde's contacts
Kaat's address is there. - Sure, they're friends.
Pieter Cornelius is there too. - With whom she is now fucks,
but Mathilde has no alibi for this morning.
Do you suspect her? - Not directly.
Why would she rape the guy, the same day as her booking
and pay well. That's not right. - Hypothesis?
Kaat gives Pieter, the gigolo, as a gift to Mathilde
but she falls in love with him and is jealous of all those other women
so she punishes Pieter. She raped him with the pump.
That's a bit far-fetched, huh. - Yeah, maybe.
Mathilde, she's a punishment madam.
I do to men what men have done to women for years. Hello.
There's still nothing wrong with that, huh.
And, what do we know?
We know Struelens lives in a loft.
In Ghent.
He's divorced and has no children.
He's CEO of Delco Dredging.
He has a lot...
of boyfriends.
In politics and in the court.
I suspect he runs a tax dodge in Jersey
but I can't prove it, so officially he's an upright citizen.
If you want to get at such a man do you need something more than vague...
Daddy, I asked you to help, not to ....me
Superintendent Maes, I just try to remain objective yes.
Does the name Iris Nijs mean something to you?
No, why?
Yes, Charles.
Raped?
Please. That shouldn't, here huh.
Hello. - It's okay, Charles.
He's trying to quit, so... Tell me.
Where did you drive to last night?
Kruishoutem. We ate at the Hof van Cleve.
We left at 22:30.
And we drove away, Pieter poured me a limoncello.
Where? In the car? - There's a mini bar.
I got drunk, I was ready to do anything.
From one drink?
He put something in it, he just put something in.
I was high, I was dizzy,
I was silly.
And I was horny.
I was incredibly horny, I needed sex and I wanted it then and there.
And did you do that?
I don't remember everything.
We were suddenly at my house, in my living room.
And it happened there. Pieter raped you there.
Not immediately.
He licked me, until I was ready to come.
And then I fell asleep or fainted.
And the next thing I knew, I looked at the clock and it was 3:20.
I thought I was dreaming.
And when it was over, I fell back asleep.
Are you going to pick up Pieter? Will you pick him up?
Had you been drinking limoncello?
No. - Okay.
What then?
A calvados. - And then?
Mathilde wanted to go straight home, she couldn't wait.
We arrived at her place, I licked her.
She came and then fell asleep.
I put her pants back on and left everything clean and tidy.
That's what I do.
Did she give you anything mixed with limoncello or something?
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