Het Tweede Gelaat Page #6

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- Eric, pal, this is textbook stuff.

Loveless childhood

at boarding school, isolated,

sexual transgression,

re-enacting the decapitation.

Mum was probably his first victim.

And he got away with it.

There. Menken is our man.

I've never been in this Menken's place.

Never.

- Damn.

- That was to be expected. Danny?

Police.

Eric.

Come with me.

What's up?

Uh? What's going on?

Goddammit, it's deleting all the files.

- Sh*t.

- Goddammit. Close it. Close it.

F***.

- Goddammit.

- Sh*t.

Sh*t, I pulled the plug out but

it's carrying on. There must be a battery.

That's all they could save. It's the first

level in the game he was developing.

His description has been circulated

but we haven't released his name yet.

We don't want him to panic.

No. Or Vronique Stassyns stands

no chance.

- No, no, we're going out via a side exit.

- The press is out front.

- Scared of the press? Hm?

- Our people will take you home.

Not necessary. My lawyer will take me.

His meter is running.

Our apologies, of course.

My lawyer will put a figure on

your apologies on the way home.

Chief?

Here, a national newspaper's website.

IS THIS THE HUNTED HEADHUNTER?

- Dammit.

- Now he will go into hiding.

Which idiot leaked his name to the press?

Right...

- I don't believe it!

- Sh*t.

No, no trace of Vronique or anyone else

being held in that apartment.

Or Menken is an obsessive cleaner.

That's possible too.

He has somewhere else. You won't get

a woman past that caretaker unnoticed.

Urgent call over the radio from

one of the teams. Suspicious movement.

- Menken?

- No, Cody.

- Cody?

- Cody stopped by a young woman.

We're keeping our distance

and watching him.

Hey, Mulder is from Europol. Europol isn't

allowed to take part in interventions.

Sorry, Mulder.

- Hey, you have to stay in the office.

- What?

In the office.

Goddammit.

Sweet?

He has picked her up.

- The hen is with the rooster.

- Yep.

They are driving north,

towards Esmoreitlaan.

Locate and wait. And no going it alone

unless the woman is in danger.

And be careful, guys.

He has a gun permit.

We're heading for the river,

for the river.

Not too close, Benji. Benji, not

too close. And turn your lights off.

I don't believe it.

- Where has he gone?

- I don't believe this.

- Where is he?

- Sh*t.

Yes. There.

What's up?

- Can't hear him now.

- Don't tell me you lost him.

- He turned in here somewhere.

- He can't be far. The engine's off.

OK, split up and when you see him,

tell the rest right away.

OK. I go left.

The car is 200 metres along, past the fork

in the road, on the right, by an oak tree.

- Leave him alone.

- Calm down, calm down.

- What's happened?

- Nothing. He hasn't done anything.

That's the point.

He was going to tell his wife.

But no, a quick fumble in the woods.

You bastard. That's all I'm good for, eh?

GERMANY:

I hear you're looking for me.

Has he said where Vronique is?

It's not him.

No, it's not him, Vincke.

And you established that in half an hour.

All his profiling. His past, his running

away. Everything we found at his place.

- All out the window?

- Yes.

- Why isn't it him?

- Because I believe him.

OK, OK. You believe him.

He's been in a monastery in France

for 2 weeks.

He regularly goes there

so he can work uninterrupted,

no phone, no internet,

no cable TV, nothing.

He came back cos someone who'd just

arrived had seen his photo in the paper.

I don't believe it.

There must be another explanation?

Someone is on their way to the monastery

but you'll see, I'm almost certain

the monks will confirm his alibi.

- He thinks his boss dropped him in it.

- Hoybergs?

- He knew where he was. The whole time.

- Why didn't he say anything?

There's only one thing to do, take a very

close look at Hoybergs, from scratch.

Yeah.

But without me, I have to go and put

some clean underpants on

for my appointment with the investigating

judge at half past eight.

I have to go and explain

where and who I slept with.

Thank you.

Good morning. Freddy Verstuyft.

I've come to see the investigating judge,

at his invitation.

- OK. May I have your ID card?

- Of course. Here you are.

- You can stay there. I'll come and get you.

- OK, thank you.

Rina.

Suzanne?

Why are you calling with Rina's...?

Are you OK?

F***ing hell.

Rina.

Rina, goddammit, say something.

I think it happened last night, I was here

with the water aerobics group...

- Where's Patrick?

- He...

- Where is he?

- He's in sleep therapy.

Good thing he wasn't here.

He'd have freaked out.

Out the way. Move, move.

F***ing hell. Did anyone see anything.

Are there any witnesses?

You can find that out, Cassiers.

We're off.

You weren't allowed near her.

- But that animal is? Eh?

- Freddy, leave her here.

She's not safe here.

She is safe here.

And we have to take her statement.

My uncle hasn't been here for years now.

Come in.

Take a seat.

So you don't think it's that Menken.

Menken thinks his boss dropped him in it.

So now Hoybergs is

the favourite suspect again.

I really do have to go back and see the

investigating judge. Sorry, but I have to.

It won't take long.

You're safe here. Alright?

- OK.

- OK.

I've already said.

He got a call last night.

Did you hear that call yourself?

If my husband said he got a call, he got

a call. He had to go out for a while.

- Do you know who called him?

- No.

- He didn't say anything about that either?

- No, he was upset.

- Maybe it was Menken.

- Have you had any contact with him since?

He turns his phone off

when he goes to meetings.

OK. We'll circulate his picture.

Mrs Hoybergs.

The investigating judge has

just left the building.

I must say, he wasn't in a very good mood.

Right, you have to come back,

without fail, tomorrow at 8.30 a.m.

- OK?

- Yeah, yeah.

I caught something too.

From the fridge in the night store.

I found something else

among your uncle's fishing gear.

What? Are you going to arrest me?

Maybe.

It's pure. It's from my pharmacy.

I'm not going to take that.

It's no fun if one person takes it

and the other doesn't.

In it together.

Goddammit, the investigating judge.

F***. F***. Sh*t.

Cassiers.

What?

IT'S OVER. HOYBERGS FOUND WITH

LATEST VICTIM. SEE YOU LATER?

MAYBE:

I can't decide, Freddy. Is walking out

on the investigating judge twice

the stupidest thing you've ever done or

is it your affair with Rina?

Mulder thinks the latter. But he doesn't

know our public prosecutors.

Personally I'd say

the investigating judge.

Yeah. That's why I'm here.

The case is solved now

so I thought maybe you could put in

a good word for me with the judge.

Beyers, can you go with him?

Make sure Chief Inspector Verstuyft goes

straight to the investigating judge.

You only have yourself to blame.

So you can sort it out.

Mulder?

I'm finished, Eric. I'm finished.

- I...

- We ask a lot of you but have no choice.

And you have the talent.

It's gone. Went years ago. It...

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