Code 37

Here, Mr. Bob Degroof. There you go. - Thanks.

What is it? A new love? - Say, do you live together anyway?

Far from it, guys, that's way too early.

I live together with my three wise sisters in Overpoortstraat.

Don't do that, the damned students make noise in their room all night.

Say, what if, purely hypothetically,

you want to ask someone out. - Go on, who would you ask?

Yes, but no, seriously. What do you ... I don't know ...

Yes, an opening. How do you start it?

An opening, simple. You have an opening, I have the urge.

Go on, but no ... - No, you just be yourself.

Humble. And you say: I haven't the biceps of Schwarzenegger,

I don't have the good looks of DiCaprio, but I have a tongue like Lassie.

Yes, well, thank you.

Guys, we received a phone call from Commissioner Vroege,

Sexual Crime Unit Amsterdam. His team did a house search

in a pedophile case. Kevin?

These photos were found on the PC of Koos Zwagerman.

Now that guy's traded for years thousands of videos and photos

with pedophiles around the the world. They couldn't figure out

where this picture comes from, maybe we can trace it.

Why does Amsterdam think it's a matter for us?

Reason. - VTL, Ghent, that's ours.

Pick up everyone at the school, huh. - Hello?

Just kidding. We just goto take a look at the young guys there.

I'll stay here, I have another little job to do.

In a previous session we talked about your family,

I would like to go back there if possible.

Your half-brother Bart, how old exactly were you when he left?

Twelve.

You half-brother left when you were twelve, that you must have hurt.

I gave you that book to show to mama.

That was a gift. If I leave, you'll get one too.

Why are you actually going to travel? - Because I want to see the world.

Here, it's yours. Aim. Safety.

M.T.F.B.W.Y.

21, 22 ...

Suppose you had to describe your half-brother in three words.

Smart, strong ... Hold on.

Yes, Kevin? Okay, I'll be right there.

Sorry, I must go, it's urgent. A pedo.

Just a moment, the latter one. Smart, strong ... What's the third?

M.T.F.B.W.Y. Good luck.

He is only 14 years old David Verhaeghe.

They immediately recognized him at school.

That's a recent photo, he still hasn't changed.

That machine didn't work. Sorry for the wait, David.

Here, cola, dark, no light.

Second vocational preparatory year construction and decoration.

What can you do later? - Electrician, construction worker ...

What would you like to do later? - Draw Comics.

Cartoonist. That's something else entirely, huh.

Have I done something wrong? - No.

Why am I here?

That picture, who took it?

That's you, right? Yes.

I have another one.

Say, those bruises, how you get them?

I just want to go back to school.

We hoped his father could tell us more.

Will it last particularly long here?

I still need to drive a truck to Cologne.

Mr. Verhaeghe, sit down. - I don't have much time, huh.

Thank you. - Sir, hasn't much time.

It is Stefaan. - He is a trucker. Milk, sugar?

I always drink it black. - Everybody to his own.

I've got a few pictures to show you. Don't be alarmed.

That's David, damn. How do you get that?

Look at this room, do you recognize it?

Yeah, sure, that's David's room.

Who comes there often? - I'm always away on the job.

Does your son have many friends? - There aren't too many.

Say, and his mother?

Nathalie left me for a Turk.

She's been six months in Istanbul with her friend. One, two, one, two.

Has he had much contact with his mother?

That boy didn't interest her at all, for years not any more.

How did your son get that bruising?

You still don't think someone groped him?

We don't know. - Where is he? I want to see him.

That is really criminal, I think, what will you do.

I may even see your book? - Yes.

This is Charles. - Yes.

And who is that who always comes back?

Our mama. - Who, your mom?

What comics are you reading? - I read mostly "Thorgals".

And "Jommeke"? - No, that's for sissies.

And "Suske and Wiske"? - David, you can go home.

But Bob and Kevin will go there with you, they want to see your room.

But I'd rather not. - Your daddy said it's okay.

Has anyone groped you? No?

What? Have you fought him? What happened?

You're not here for nothing, huh. - We will look at your "Thorgals".

Oh, do it one step further. Do you also want to see my "Thorgals"?

Mr. Verhaeghe, quiet, we go home quietly. Come.

You send me that file? Thank you.

Jesus, say, a father. - Here, Jean Clauwaert, 47.

Six years ago he was convicted for raping five boys

between eleven and fourteen, three months ago he was released.

He now lives in an apartment on Neermeerskaai.

Neermeerskaai, which is close to where David Verhaeghe lives.

My daughter, Brigitte, also lives in the neighborhood with her children.

Say, Charles, how is it now? Are you back in touch with your daughter?

I occasionally call Ben or Stefanie my grandchildren.

They told me Brigitte came to live here after the divorce.

324, it's about the time you overcame that phobia, Charles.

Mr. Clauwaert, Superintendent Maes, Sexual Crime Unit.

My colleague Charles know you. - Jean, nice to meet you.

Can we talk a minute? - Hi, Jean.

Good day, Mrs. Martens. Why? - We can talk here.

Do you prefer perhaps? - Go on, yes, come inside.

It is there. - Okay.

Yes, I only moved here recently, it's not all in order yet.

Do you know this boy? - No, why?

Someone has taken a nude photo of him.

I know nothing. - Come on, Jean.

He lives only a few hundred meters away.

Your apartment is on the way from his house to his school.

He is thirteen, the type you fall for. Look.

I am being checked by five doctors,

I take my medication, I even take therapy.

I've got nothing to do here. - Then may we look around?

No, not without a warrant or whatever you call it that.

Damn I've ... Haven't I served my sentence yet?

I'd like to see you leave. - If you won't you won't.

And? - No scummy.

Bob, you use gloves again. - And you? Find anything at Jean's?

Didn't even look. He knows his rights too well.

The phone, what does it say? - What does the mobile phone say, Sonny?

This mobile phone. - Yes, not a single SMS.

Not even a contact list. Only a few calls from Turkey.

From his mother, So he still has contact.

I got in touch with her about those nude photos.

I think she'll be back on the first plane.

And what is that? - I don't know if it's something.

Zitromax. Lying under his bed. For a sore throat, according to David.

But his father knows nothing. - Okido. Back to work.

David, here. Do you recognize this gentleman? - No.

Really not? You know that guy? - Hey, let it rest for once.

Sir, a house search is standard procedure.

Just let us do our work, it's better for everyone.

Do you recognize this man? - Never seen, who is he?

Mr. Verhaeghe, an order for a body examination of your son ...

Body examination, what is that? - I don't want that at all.

You go and do it.

I specially called your mom just now, she will come to visit you.

What did you say? Exactly if the Turk will let her leave.

I know those type of people. - It'll be all right.

And then there was that Zitromax. I looked it up,

it is a very common antibiotic against skin inflammation,

diarrhea, chlamydia, strep throat and ear infections.

Here, the old file on Jean Clauwaert.

At the time he also photographed his victims in the nude.

And he put pressure on them to remain silent.

We need a search warrant. - Sorry, Charles,

we can't prove Jean relapsed.

Ben is 13, my grandson, he is also ...

He lives right in front of Jean. - You know you shouldn't say anything.

Not even to your family.

Hey, Ben. - Grandpa.

Ben, don't walk. - Grandpa.

Little man, what did I say? - Mama, it's Grandpa.

Pa? What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood for an investigation.

Dad, you know the deal. Come on, little man, pick up the laundry.

I just want to talk with Ben. One minute, one second.

Ben, just put the laundry basket ... - Let's go.

Please, Brigitte, it's important. Ben?

Damn it, huh.

Here, see, my favorite neighbour. - My favorite poltergeist.

who stumbles over my head, how long will it last?

A little bit, yes. - Are you almost completely moved in?

Survival kit is in order: microwave, corkscrew, toilet paper.

A man has no need of anything more. If my roof is in order,

I'll throw a house warming. - Well, let me know.

Go on, good day, huh.

A woman says to her mother: Ma, I want a divorce from my guy

because he wants only one thing: anal sex.

My asshole is so big now it's the size of a one euro coin.

When I married, it was as small as a five cent piece.

The mother says: But baby, you are married to a billionaire

you live in a villa and drive a Ferrari.

For that, wouldn't you throw away 95 cents?

That David's body examination No external signs of sexual abuse

were found and his blood tests are still being investigated.

And those bruises? - Kicked or beaten.

Laptop? - Yes, homework and a few games.

And yes, do that too. They are all ages, but stills.

And he can't have visited the sites by chance?

Whether out of curiosity. He's an adolescent, that isn't abnormal.

Children of 13, 14 years busy with games, with games,

not having sex. - He is quite busy with Skype.

He does a half hour. - With his mother in Turkey?

No, here it comes, with a certain Luc Bouden.

His PE teacher. - What's that guy?

Luc Bouden. - Teacher. Criminal record?

Blank. - Address?

Our mother was right, I should have opted for education.

You don't do it for the money.

Without my painting I wouldn't be able to attend either.