Code 37

Hannah, learn to enjoy life again now.

And promise me you're going to stop your private investigation.

I want to know who ordered

my mother's rape.

I had no fucking choice. - You always had a choice.

Always.

Your private investigation is over. - I won't stop until I finish it.

What is that?

Greet, are there any clues?

Was she raped? - We don't know yet

How? Why did they call us?

They called me. A former colleague at homicide recognized her.

She was Marie-Louise Wijmeersch, known as Loulou.

I saw her around quite often.

The suspect in my first murder case when I joined the police.

An escort who stabbed her customer,

Because he wanted to abuse her son.

She was acquitted. And now she's been strangled.

No wound on the back of her head?

This could be a blow from that machine.

I just read the time of death: slightly longer than 24 hours

and less than 36 hours. - Between Saturday night and Sunday.

Say, Greet, do you already know when Hannah will come back?

No, I think she needs some more time.

Say, shouldn't we visit her as a sign of respect

Kevin, I think we should first and foremost leave her in peace.

To show? - To show respect.

Yeah, right.

Marie-Louise ran away from home when she was 14.

According to her testimony, her pimp

was a sweet elderly man.

Thanks to him, she made a career as Loulou.

Yes, an expensive whore for rich men. - The victim smelled of alcohol.

Petechiae in the eyes, possible strangulation.

Head trauma, possibly from a fall. Traces of semen between her breasts.

Say, that case 25 years ago with Loulou, what was that all about?

She stabbed a client, a certain Joris...

Ivo Jooris, a businessman. - Councillor.

Yes, he was in politics.

she stabbed Joris six times to protect

her son from his sexual overtures.

Huh, he wanted to abuse the child? - That's why she stabbed him.

She was held in custody for a year and then she was acquitted.

And the kid? - Put into an institution.

Yes, here's the kid. Alain Dewaele, he was six.

Anyway that kid's now thirty years old.

Find him? Then he can tell us

if his mother contacted him recently.

I have a Alain Dewaele. "No Problem", that's a company.

Hello, Madame. - Good afternoon.

Is Alain at home? - No, he's in the Ardennes.

The Ardennes? - With the children of St. Camillus.

Isn't that an orphanage? - Yes, on a kids' survival trip.

Who are you if I may ask? - Yeah, sure, excuse.

Bob DeGroof, vice squad. - Kevin Desmet.

And you are? - Marie Delfosse, his partner.

The mother of Mr. Dewaele has died, I'm terribly sorry.

And?

And?

Do you happen to know where Alain was between Saturday night to Sunday?

Here, at home.

And can you describe what you did all that night?

Yes, the children went to stay over with their friends

we stayed home alone, we dined together.

I became ill from what we ate.

And then Alain took care of me all night, actually.

Why do you ask?

When did you last see Mr. Dewaele's mother?

No, I actually never met his mother.

And Alain hardly ever saw her, because he was raised in an orphanage.

Excuse us. Charles.

A tip was received about Loulou's whereabouts.

A woman called, anonymously, and literally said that old bitch

On her street rented a room to another worn out slut.

Yes, and she also said there'd be trouble.

And that worn out slut, who's that?

A certain Valesca.

Hello? - Am I taking to Dr. Penxten, the medical examiner ?

Yes, that's right, yes. - Hello, Hannah Maes.

Miss Maes, we still agreed

my participation would be a one off.

Yes, I know, but it's about my father.

I know you performed the autopsy.

That's right, yes, but there's really nothing I can...

What would you like to know?

Vice Squad. - Jesus Christ.

No, no, it's DeGroof and... - Desmet.

You are Valesca? - No, Cleopatra.

And that brown guy is your slave, right? - I don't do anything that isn't allowed.

But you are. I still think it isn't permitted

to just walk in on people.

We heard you screaming from out in the street. For all we knew

your life could be in danger. - What is it now, tell us?

Use the air freshener, hey, honey. Thank you.

Well, only occasionally now, but as you see, I'm still alive.

You are, we see that, but not an acquaintance of yours, Loulou.

She was strangled.

Is it true she used to live here?

Yes, she rented a room here. Strangled?

How long did she lived here? - A month or five, six weeks.

It was only temporary, she said.

Yes, and one weekend she suddenly left.

How did she come here? - We knew each other from before.

Colleagues? - And girlfriends.

We'd been through a lot together.

Had a lot of fun..

Yes, until she stabbed that bastard who wanted to abuse her son.

Could we see her room?

Sure, come on.

Do you know where Loulou lived before she lived here?

Somewhere in France. Okay, that was a half hour.

Put the money on the nightstand.

Did she a mobile phone? Do you have a specific number?

Yes, Bob, it's really empty here, hey, man, there's nothing.

She took everything.

Do you happen to know if Loulou had a fight with anyone?

A quarrel? No.

But there was a weird joker who hung around here a lot lately

And I always had to tell him she wasn't here.

A strange joker? - Do you have a name?

No, no. - What did he look like?

Fifty or so. A bald dickhead.

Say were you home between Saturday night and Sunday?

In my bed. - Alone?

Yes. - That's for sure.

You can't always be working, huh.

Valesca adds to her pension by advertising herself as GILF.

As what? - GILF, Grandmother I'd Like to Fuck.

Maybe something for you. According to the neighbours was there often a ruckus here,

supposedly because Loulou pinched Valesca's customers.

Valesca has no alibi and as Loulou pinched her customers,

she has another motive. - That's far-fetched, huh, huh?

And a stalking customer? Maybe that's something.

I already passed his description to the patrols.

A bald dickhead. - Guys.

That could just be a run of the mill robbery?

Go on, I mean, she's a prostitute, her bag's missing.

No, no, think a bit longer, hey, kid.

That's clearly something personal.

The perpetrator wanted to make sure her body wasn't found.

Do we know anything else about Alain? - He's in the Ardennes.

He lives with a certain Marie.

He has two children by a previous marriage.

6 years ago a month he lost his driver's license, drunk driving.

The judge sent him to AA.

Got an award as entrepreneur of the year.

I've read the articles. It seems he's media shy,

He never even picked up his prize.

He was in the newspapers enough as a child. Say, and Marie?

Alain's partner, yes, she was an orphan too.

Some citations on her record for drunk and disorderly.

Oops, that too? Nice couple, those two, two drunks.

Hello? - Hey.

That's the original version.

I think Trini Lopez is better.

Trini Lopez?

Come, put that away, it stinks. - I brought it for you, too.

Don't you feel good?

I called the medical examiner who autopsied my dad.

Apparently he injected air into his arm.

Your dad?

There was an empty syringe beside him in the car,

So they think he did it himself, case closed.

For you too, huh? - What do you think?

Hannah. - It doesn't mean anything, Koen.

There were no fingerprints on the gun, not even his.

They killed him.

Take off your shoes.

Mr. Dewaele, why didn't you call us?

Because I don't understand why you bother me about that person's death.

That person? She was your mother, huh. - I haven't anything to do with that woman.

The last time I saw her was 25 years ago,

when she dumped me at St. Camillus. - You didn't know when she'd come back?

No. - She wanted no contact?

Hey, guys, the bus is there. - Yes.

No.

I suspect she knew very well she shouldn't try either.

Yes, give daddy a kiss, we have to hurry, huh.

Are we ready? Don't be late for school, huh, guys.

Team Fossewael. Go on, come, say hello to Mr. Policeman.

Good day, Mr. Policeman. - Good day, boy.

Good day, bye.

Now if you'll excuse me I have work to do.

Yes, but just go about your business, we don't want to stop you.

Wow. Your hobby? - For St. Camillus.

Then the kids can do their own errands.

What I find strange: your mother's death means nothing to you, at all.

For me she died 25 years ago.

Mr. Dewaele, where were you between Saturday night and Sunday?

At home. I cooked for Marie, but she got ill.

The next day she was okay.

Then I went to the Ardennes.

Say, why are you so mad at your mother? She saved you anyway?

Saved? A child of six dumped in an orphanage? You call that "saved"?

She ruined me, yes.

That's it. Each time, she told me she'd take me away again

It really didn't last for long.

The only thing that bitch could do, was lie to her own child.

Do you know where she went to live after the trial?

No idea. Mr, I'd appreciate it