13 Commandments (13 Geboden)

Let go of me.

13 COMMANDMENTS

Yes, it's Peter. Yes, yes, now! Now, bloody hell!

-Has everyone been briefed? -Affirmative.

-Good luck. -Good luck.

Put out that cigarette. Go on. Put that out first.

-Hello. -Peter.

Go.

-Police! -Police! Put your hands up!

Police! Get your hands up!

Police! Get your hands up! Hands on your neck!

-Get your hands up. Turn around. -On your knees!

Give me your hands.

-Inspectors, all clear. -Okay, yes.

-Stay down. -Stay there. Get up. Get up.

Get your hands off. I'll kill you. I'll kill you!

Don't touch me!

-Hang on. -Get your hands off me!

-I'll take him. It's okay. I'll take him. -No, no. I'm not coming. Fuck you, man.

I'll kill all of you, dirty cop! Dirty cop! Damn your mother!

Come on.

Have you got my documents?

Temporary residence permit. That's no good.

-I want permanent. -Your case is at the top of the pile.

-So? -Have a little more patience.

A little more. Don't take too long.

My family is waiting. It's not safe in Bulgaria.

I told you it would get sorted. Have some faith.

I don't have a choice, I guess.

I have to buy food. I haven't got any money.

-I gave you 50 euros yesterday. -Sure.

I topped up my phone credit to text you.

If I hadn't, those guys would be in Bulgaria by now with that truck.

Alright then.

I will need you again soon. Make sure you can be reached.

Hristo?

Thanks.

Good morning. Are we having an open day or something?

Lizzy is doing what she loves best. Talking to the press.

About yesterday's raid?

She has swapped outfits three times already.

Do we really need a press conference for this?

She likes being on TV.

-Peter. Simon. -Hey.

He's such a moron.

What are you asking of me, Peter? That I fire Marnix?

Of course not. I just want to be partnered up with Simon again.

We know each other's strengths. We've worked together before.

You've been away for a year

and you want me to turn everything on its head for a year,

and then again after you've retired.

Marnix needs someone like Simon.

What do you think?

I don't think Simon needs someone like Marnix.

This one or this one, I mean.

Oh, for God's sake.

Commander Devriese? This is Vicky Degraeve.

I have really tried my best, but...

I can't do it anymore. I just can't do it anymore.

I haven't given it much thought yet.

No.

Okay. Thank you.

It involves an Eastern European gang of thieves

that we had been tracking for months.

Yesterday's raid was the result of a successful collaboration

between several police departments.

All the ringleaders have been arrested and are being questioned.

We are hopeful that they will go on trial soon.

See you later.

-Excuse me, Commissioner Dujardin? -Ehm, up the stairs, on your right.

Thank you.

You've come from the Special Unit.

-Must be hard for a girl. -It never really bothered me.

Before my accident.

Nothing to do with work. I have rehabilitated from the injury.

But my back is causing me trouble. I wanted to quit, but maybe...

-you want me here. -And if we don't?

Then I quit.

-You don't sound very convinced. -Are you going to judge me on that?

-When did you have this accident? -Two years ago.

And are you really going to quit if I don't take you on?

I don't know anything else.

You should thank your commander for his recommendation. When can you start?

They kicked the ball in my face and laughed at me.

Stop doing my head in, please!

I'll take those kids to the police station.

We may have a cell for them. Eh?

I'd rather you dealt with the riff-raff breaking into the letterboxes.

The tenants' rep doesn't give a fuck.

-Come on. -Yes.

Something has changed, ladies and gentlemen.

Yes, something has changed between me and the ladies.

I used to get completely ignored. Women never used to notice me.

But now they do.

More than that, they think I'm scary. Yes.

They're scared of me.

And because in reality, I've got a heart of gold,

I love going along with that. I enjoy scaring them, yes.

But not like those frustrated teens who harass our white women

because their mums won't allow them to go to Syria.

No, no, no. "Mum, Mum, everyone in Molenbeek is allowed to go to Syria,

even that fat boy who can't touch the floor with his head at prayers.

Even he's allowed to go. And he's just rocking like a Romanian orphan."

No, not like that. I scare them like real men do.

I go and sit next to a woman on the bus, and to make it even scarier, I whisper...

Mum?

Diesel?

Diesel? Come here, boy.

Diesel?

-Good morning. Going out already? -Yes. A homeless guy has found a body.

Lovely. Suspicious death?

-Yes, the throat was slit. -My first murder case.

-That's got you excited, eh, Marnix? -I wish I could come, guys.

By the way, Liesbet was looking for you.

-Thank you. -There you go.

Peter. This is him.

You wanted a new partner, didn't you?

I meant I wanted to work with Simon again.

That's impossible. I explained why.

Vicky Degraeve. She's come straight from the Special Unit.

-Hi. -Hello. Peter Devriendt.

There we go. Balance has been restored.

So you've come from the Special Unit.

That's like going from a Ferrari to a 2CV. A big change.

That's the idea.

-Show her around. -Yes.

Have you lost interest in the action and adventure?

My body is failing me.

But you're so young.

Here you go. This is your desk.

But first I want to introduce you to your colleagues.

Have you seen a dead body before?

-Yes. -Come on then.

Hi, guys. And?

I wanted to introduce you to our new colleague, Vicky.

Santermans, Marnix.

-Simon, Peter's ex. -Ex-partner.

You got your way. Another woman on our team.

Yes.

-Do you want to have a look? -Yes.

Inspector?

Jesus Christ. Look at that.

-May I? -Yes, Forensics have wrapped up here.

-Esmé. -Turkish?

Probably. There was no ID found on her.

Clean job. Efficient, with a single stroke of the knife.

Honour killing.

Or a family tragedy.

We've identified the victim. And we've got an address.

-Great. Good job. -No, local police have...

Right. So you didn't find that yourself? Right, we're going there.

We'll be in touch.

Here you go. From Sonja.

-Can I listen in? -Sure, darling, come in.

The name's Vicky.

-Have you had lunch? -I don't have lunch.

Oh dear.

Let's have a look at what Sonja has got to say.

-Sonja? -The coroner.

She's quite a fox. Eh, Marnix?

Right. "The victim died between eighteen and twenty-four hours ago.

The throat was slit, the victim bled to death. Bla-bla."