Code 37

I got here before you? Fuck you. - Fuck you right back.

Good, the victim Isabelle Verleyen.

That thingy, DJ Isis. - Who?

DJ Isis? No? She's really in all books nowadays.

Books that you read. - News yet from the hospital?

Yes, she also has a head injury. The perpetrator smacked her around.

Semen found? - No, there was a condom.

Search the room... - It's been flushed away.

She heard him flushing while she was here.

Bob, Kevin, security. Check if has anyone saw.

And Charles, we'll go to the hospital.

Yes, but I just wanted... - Yes.

Yes? Yes, but yeah. Come on.

And you are? - Marc Rogiers, Star Makers NV.

Her manager. - Hannah Maes.

Can you tell me what happened? - I just came...

She finished her performance and she wanted to get changed.

She entered the locker room .... - Can you go outside?

I'll be outside.

At your own pace.

I just came from the stage...

And you didn't recognize him?

No. He was...

He had something over his head, a black stocking,

a kind of nylon stocking, I think.

Marc, can I have some water please?

Is there anything else you noticed? His stature or...

His scent or his voice? Did he say anything?

He didn't say anything.

I woke up on the ground...

I heard...

... The flush of the toilet

and then I saw him leave.

Then I called Marc.

Do you have an idea who could've done it?

A fan perhaps?

Some get... A little obsessed, but...

But to rape me. - Obsessed,

what do you mean by that? - Weird letters.

With photos.

Sometimes what...

Kinky photos. - Photos?

Yes. - Can we see those photos?

You should ask Marc.

No, that can't run. No, are you crazy, man?

Yes, Mr. Rogiers? Did you see the guy?

Did you see anyone run away from her dressing room?

I was talking with a promoter. - Now too?

Oh, no, no, no. - What time was that?

1:30, then I went to Isis' dressing room, she lay on the ground.

On the ground.

Can you give us her fan mail? - Her what? The?

The fan mail. - Why?

Because I asked politely?

MS. Maes, I'd greatly appreciate

if you could keep it quiet. The fans don't need to know everything.

Here, here. "You are my life, you are my dream woman.

I have butterflies in my stomach, I adore you from head to toe."

If you send some pictures to your idol,

is it to seduce her or to horrorify her?

Oh my God.

Ah. - Goddammit.

You'd still commit a mortal sin?

A little love, Bobby? - That's still just a bomb?

Yes. Come on, what you got? - What have we got?

We probably found the nylon stocking ...

No, don't touch it. In front of the nightclub in the sewer.

Okay. Do a DNA test. - The bouncer there,

told me there was a ruckus last night.

Apparently a fan got hit backstage.

A certain Tom Stijnen. - Yes, Tom Stijnen,

but after the rape

and the bouncer put him out the door.

Stijnen, I think he wrote more than twenty letters.

I encountered him too. - Wait.

Here, Tom Stijnen. - Here.

Here. "From the first time I saw you, I was immediately stuck on you.

I've followed you now for quite a while and the feeling gets stronger all the time."

Search with me, men. Tom Stijnen.

Say, is it true you're a fan of DJ Isis?

Yes. - Do you have a collection?

Yes. - I want to see.

That's good.

Come. - Thank you.

Friday February 22, doors open at 20:00.

Three hours I had to wait. Three hours.

But I got in. - Congratulations.

Say, and those scratches... How did you get them?

Did you quarrel? - Words with a girlfriend.

You made a ruckus, huh?

Last night with the bouncer from the Capitole.

I have other posters laying over there. Come.

And? Last night? - Why did you go backstage?

The bouncer went to the toilet. That was my chance.

Now my question to you is as follows:

Is that a reason to set the cops on me?

No, but rape is.

Was Isis raped?

Is she okay? - What do you think?

Have you been to her dressing room? - No.

No, I was with DJ Evy. She was also upset.

Are you also a fan of hers? DJ Evy?

Yes, a little.

But Isis is simply the best.

Yes, I know, that sound... - Bessie Smith?

Real cool... - Say, please. Bessie Smith.

Evy? Police Gent. Hannah Maes, Charles Ruiters.

Gert Rooms. - Yes, hello.

Can we speak to you alone?

I wasn't talking to you.

What? - I'd like to speak with her...

Yes, yes. But I understand, I'm not an owl.

Bessie Smith, say. Bessie Smith.

What have I done? - Do you know DJ Isis?

Yes, why? - She was raped last night.

And do you know Tom Stijnen? - Tom? No, who's that?

He says he was with you yesterday, backstage.

Oh, that fool.

What was he doing in your dressing room? - A mistake.

He thought I was Isabelle. - Isis?

Whatever, yes. Julio Iglesias, he can be cool.

Yes, something else by Roxette.

How long was he there?

Fifteen minutes, I think. - That's quite long, hey,

For being in the wrong room. - When I told him Isabelle...

doesn't allow any fans inside in her dressing room lately...

He was nervous. He began by asking.

I couldn't get him out. Then his legs couldn't hold him

What? Did he try anything? - I made it clear

I don't like guys.

I prefer talking to a bitch than to a dick.

Yes, I suppose so. Is that why he had scratches on his face?

Afterwards I called the bouncer.

Why didn't you call the police?

Why should I? I thought it was resolved?

Did he rape Isabelle? - We're investigating.

If he did, you can cut off his balls and ram them down his throat...

With my compliments.

So you can find more details about the intimate life of the Pope

than about Tom Stijnen.

Yes, he's actually a bit of a loser.

Come on, he has no friends. All his colleagues think he's weird.

Yes, he works in the warehouse of the Match in the South.

He never goes out except when Isis is performing. He spends his money

on CDs and concert tickets. - Does he have a record?

Yeah, no. Not so, blank. - Hey, quiet.

And he has an alibi. Isis called Marc Rogiers

her manager, Dutch, at 1:30

and that's exactly the time, according to the bouncer,

Tom Stijnen was thrown out.

But what if he went from Isis to Evy?

First rape Isis and then Evy tries to decorate him? Hello.

Is Isabelle still in hospital? - She was released this morning.

Say so. - I say it right?

Yes. - Men.

I'll call you back, I call everyone back, so I'll call you back.

I often saw him in the front row.

What is this? - Wait. Look, it's so often...

I ask her a question. Do you remember that?

That's not weird... - Club Cabaret, yes.

I can't remember. - Not important.

Take it, I think it's very important.

No, I don't know.

Is it happened after the event, shortly after the show?

Yes. - There was a half-hour between?

No, immediately after the show... Yes, I entered the dressing room and then...

I thought Marc came in, but...

It was... someone else.

Okay, and you immediately after...

When done... Anyway, after it happened...

Immediately called Mr. Rogiers or...

Yes. - The phone...

Oh, the bell. - Yes.

Thank you.

Stijnen couldn't have done it. - He's our only suspect.

Yes, but he has a perfect alibi. - Yes, but what I need...

Good day, Evy.

Come on, come here.

I just wanted to know if everything was okay.

A little dizzy and stuff. - Oh.

Okay?

If you want, I can cook for you tonight.

Or we could...

Yes. No, it's okay. - Order Chinese.

Isis, New York, The Tunnel Club.

An official invitation for you to come run as resident DJ.

Six months Big Apple, New York, Isis.

Tomorrow there's a photo shoot, tonight, an agent's coming

to the Capitole. Do you run, Isis?

Yes. - Yes. Yes.

Isis, yeah, it's... - Oh, yes.

Yes, yes, yes. - Yes. Oh, yes.

Yes. - Oh, my God.

No, one day after the rape, and he wants her back performing.

He's perverse.

Isis didn't look at least like she liked it a lot, huh?

Isabelle would do anything to make it. Rogiers knows that.

You know each other well, huh? - We went to the same school.

She was almost always at home. - Have you ever been more

than friends?