Chaussée d'Amour (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Afl. 01 - full transcript

What a babe.

Check that arse.

In the arse, in the arse.

What the fuck? Check that out.

Davy, mate, look out.

- Fuck.
- Can't you drive, you moron?

Right, so it's my fault then?

Oh dear.

That gave me such a fright.

Say, mate, are you comfortable?

Help me.



Call an ambulance, OK?

I haven't even called and they're here.

Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, happy birthday,
happy birthday to you

Hip, hip, hooray

That was just beautiful, Little Sylvia.
Wasn't it, Staaf?

Very beautiful.
Come to daddy, sweetie.

4 MONTHS LATER

I suggest serving the hot food inside,
and outside...

- Turn right on the second street.
- What did you say?

- It was the GPS. Do I sound like that?
- Yeah.

- But the hot food...
- No, I'd serve everything outside, Tino.

- But what if it rains?
- It's not going to rain.

I have something to take care of.
I'll call you back, OK?



- Mrs. Sylvia Carlier?
- Mr. Monard?

- Pleased to meet you.
- Enchanté.

- French? Pleased to meet you.
- And my condolences.

- Your father was much loved around here.
- Not by me. Shall we?

Let's go.

- After you.
- Thanks.

- That is the bar. Small, but pleasant.
- Yes.

This will need fixing, madam.

The wiring will have to be replaced.
That's a lot of work.

And single-glazed windows.

Why don't we have a look
at the other rooms?

Yes, let's go.

Good lord, it's as if time stood still here.

- But all right, I'll take it.
- That's fantastic.

- For 140,000 euros. OK?
- The asking price is 250,000.

Madam, would you pay 250,000 euros
for this building?

I don't know what establishments
like these go for, but for 140,000...

- couldn't buy you a garage.
- For 250,000 euro I can buy a house...

that is not falling apart at the seams.

- Did you mention the price?
- I did, but he is entitled to offer less.

- Yes, and I am entitled to refuse.
- Indeed you are.

- If you won't offer more, I'll keep letting it.
- To whom? To Willy Knapen?

I wish you good luck, madam.

- Hey, Willy.
- Hello.

Everything all right? Goodbye.

- What is he doing here?
- He's interested in the property.

This property is mine, Didier.
I don't want him here.

Actually, it's my property.

Little Sylvia?

Well, I'll be damned.

It's been a long time, eh?

- Shouldn't you greet your godfather?
- Hello, godfather.

Come here.

- Hello, Willy.
- My sympathies.

We missed you at the funeral.

- I didn't know my father owned this dump.
- Dump? This is a palace.

Don't sell to that Albanian.
Your father would turn in his grave.

I have to go, Willy.
Will you pay the rent on August 1st?

- I have to go.
- Bye, little Sylvia.

- Is the white wine chilled?
- No, but it's in the fridge.

- I'll have a glass anyway, with ice cubes.
- Right.

Eva.

- What are you wearing later?
- This.

- Excuse me? I didn't quite hear you.
- What I'm wearing now.

Oh, that white dress on your bed?
Brilliant idea.

- Where's your brother?
- Follow your umbilical cord.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Well, what do you think, Mum?

Very nice.

I put your clothes on the bed.

Go take a shower.

Why are you here, slave?

Cats was to be mine.

You promised.

- I know, sweetie.
- What?

I know, mistress.

Mistress Valentina
does not like being tied to. You know that.

No, mistress, don't stop.

Call me
when you are ready to apologise.

If it takes any longer, that Albanian
will take over the entire Chaussée.

- Willy is a pit bull. He'll sort them out.
- Was a pit bull.

- How is school, young man?
- There is no school.

- What? No school?
- It's the summer holidays.

Sorry.

A little while longer
and we'll be together again.

Here I am.

Oh, dear. Is anything wrong?

OK. What am I wearing?

Fancy.

I'm sure to be noticed.

Are you sure nothing is wrong?

- I really don't feel up to this, OK?
- Come on, dear.

Have you been drinking?

Well, look who's talking.

Right, I'll go take a shower.
It will be all right.

Help yourself to snacks and drinks
in the garden.

- Muriëlle.
- Hello, darling.

I'm so happy to see you.

- My, you look stunning.
- So do you. Come in.

Hello, Sep.

Eva.

- Wow, it's gorgeous.
- I'm very happy with how it turned out.

All the materials are natural,
ecologically sound.

- It's the future.
- Right.

It's very sober, but very elegant.

My interior designer said, you're only
doing it once, so spend a bit more.

You're right.

He must've felt guilty.

- Drink?
- Yes.

Speech. Speech.

Good evening.
May I have your attention, please?

I'd like to take this opportunity
to give everyone a warm welcome...

to our, as you can see,
our humble little cottage.

And decorated by this amazing wife
and fantastic mother. Give her a hand.

And let me just say,
don't you dare break anything...

because it cost me a pretty penny.

But seriously, eat and drink
as much as you like, and dance. Party on.

- Daniël Munter?
- Yes, that's me.

- Police. Arrest warrant. Turn around.
- Come on.

- Daniël?
- Come on, men.

It's nothing, it's a mistake.
I'll explain it later.

Music, please.

Dance. Dance.

Mrs. Hacker, what is going on?

Please, sit down.

- There seems to be a second victim.
- A second what?

If he hasn't told you,
I can't give you additional information.

My husband has been arrested
and I can't know why?

Not from me. But he must appear in front
of an examining magistrate tomorrow.

Why?

He must have his reasons
for not telling you.

So everyone in this building knows why
he is arrested, except his wife. Right?

He is suspected of sexually assaulting
two of his patients.

What?

Darling?

Darling, are you all right?

Just perfect.

- I don't know what Hacker told you...
- Sexual assault.

That's what she told me.
She did, you didn't.

I didn't tell you before,
because it's all lies.

Sylvia, I'm a gynaecologist. I'm on TV
every week. The woman smells money.

And the second patient,
what does she smell?

Could it be the scent of that intern
you just had to screw last year?

The intern and the patients
are two different things.

Is that so?
Because I see many similarities.

In both cases I see a man
who can't keep his hands to himself.

- You're exaggerating.
- Me? I'll show you what exaggerating is.

What are you up to?

- Sylvia? Sylvia, please.
- This house was to be a fresh start.

How can you not tell me something like
this? How can I ever trust you again?

When should I have told you?

All you've been doing lately is picking out
the right organic paint.

You never have time for me.
Or the children.

So it's my fault.

That's not what I mean.

Sylvia, please.

- Let's go back into therapy.
- Why don't you go into therapy?

I didn't do anything.

- I didn't do anything. And I'll prove it.
- I'm sure I'll find out.

God damn it.

The boot is open.

Man, oh, man, unbelievable.
So humiliating, and they're not even sure.

- What were the charges?
- It was a misunderstanding.

Quite an annoying misunderstanding.

- Muriëlle, could we stay for here a few days?
- I thought we were going home.

Eva, please.

I need some time to think.

- It's not that I don't want to...
- I understand. Sep, Eva? Get in.

- I'll call you.
- Where to?

Sep, get in.

- Syl, if there's anything I can do, call me.
- Yes.

I'm hungry.

I think we'll stay at a hotel
for a few days.

A hotel? We live nearby.
Why can't we just go home?

- Not home, we can't go there.
- Why not?

- Because.
- Mum, I am really hungry.

- I'm calling dad.
- No.

- I am.
- Don't you dare.

- Mum, hungry.
- Yes, Sep.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello, madam.

- A room for three, please.
- I'm not sharing a room with you.

A double room and a single
for an obnoxious person.

May I have your passport, please?
And how would you like to pay for it?

Visa?

Do you have another card?
Your Visa card is not working.

I used my cash money
to pay the caterer yesterday.

- Eva, do you have your card?
- Why ask me and not him?

Your card, please?

Teenagers.

Please.

- What's going on? What is your balance?
- About ten euros.

- Now you tell me.
- There's a budget hotel down the road.

Perhaps you should contact your bank.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Sorry about that.

Next, please.

What are we doing here?

Mum?

Wait here, OK?

Hey, hello. Excuse me for a moment.

- Hi. What can I do for you?
- I need the keys to the flat upstairs.

- Sorry, it's off limits to customers.
- Do I look like a customer?

You'd be surprised what comes in here.

Me and my children are here
to sleep in the flat upstairs.

- I don't think you...
- You don't understand. I own the building.

My father gave it to me.

Sylvia.

My dear girl. I'll get you the keys.
Give me a moment.

- OK.
- I'll be right back.

Would you open the boot, please, Eva?
Give me a hand.

I need an explanation,
this is getting complicated.

Well...

Your father is a suspect in a number
of cases that I hope are not true.

- What did dad do?
- I can't say.

- What? Terrorism, fraud?
- It's not that simple.

At any rate, I've decided to stay here
for a few days to calm down.

Are you serious? Here? In this brothel?

- Who owns this?
- I do.

- You do?
- Yes, I inherited it from...

Inherited from who?
Your parents have been dead forever.

- I said that, but it wasn't quite true.
- Wait, are they dead or not?

- They are now.
- Really.

Just two days, Eva. OK?

- Can you just grin and bear it for two days?
- No.

Oh, Eva.

Why must you constantly cross me?
This is it.

There is no other way.
I'm sorry, but that's how it is.

- Did you like that?
- What? Not bad.

- Here.
- What are you doing?

- What?
- Put that away. You don't have to pay.

A freebie?

- You are such a sweetie.
- I have something for you.

What is it?

- A present for me?
- Yes.

- Nicolas. That's a really beautiful box.
- Yes.

The box alone is...

I don't believe it.

- That is so nice. Thank you.
- Lovely, eh?

Whoa, baby. Rinse your mouth out first.

Hello? Can you manage in here?

Look what I have here. Bed clothes...
And a little something.

Welcome to the Chaussée.

- Thank you...
- Colette.

- Colette.
- Yes.

OK, I have to get back. I have to... Right.

- Will you be able to sleep with that noise?
- Yeah.

- Shall I make you a bed?
- I'll sleep on the sofa.

Are you sure?

Right, all will be fine. How, exactly?

Don't frown so much.
It will give you wrinkles.

And that would be a shame
for a gorgeous wench like you.

I know you say that to all the ladies here.

You should talk less and pour more.
Look.

A wee drop.

There.

I'll have another as well.

Sweetie.

Watch your step.

Sandy, Sandy,
the blow job queen of the Chaussée.

I suppose I must take that
as a compliment?

It certainly is a compliment.

- How about a quickie?
- No, zip up your fly.

We're in the middle of the street.

Come on, the best advert for the Chaussée
is a customer getting a good blow job.

I wouldn't do it anyway.
It would feel like cheating.

- Especially when I'm off duty.
- Sandy, you're too nice for this profession.

No, simply far too in love.

Don't do it, Sandy.
They will always be customers.

Yes, but this one is different.
I can feel it.

If I had a euro for each time a whore said
that to me, I could pay all these at once.

Oh my.

You're mad.

- Willy.
- Good afternoon to you too, Jos.

Everything OK with you, Willy?
Yes, Jos, thank you for asking, Jos.

- How are you, Jos?
- Not good. My whole driveway's dug up.

That'll give you an extra pit
to repair cars.

Willy, they are digging in front of my door.

- Cilla.
- Hello, Willy.

- You worry too much.
- And you don't worry enough.

- Staaf's daughter is back.
- What is she doing here?

Haven't you read the paper yet?

Are you mad? Moving into a brothel
with our children?

A dump you apparently own
and never told me about?

Inherited from parents
I didn't even know were still alive.

And you lecture me on honesty?

I had no money on my account,
so I had no choice.

There's always cash at home,
you know that.

So that's the plan?
To give me an allowance now and again?

Sylvia...

I miss you.

I miss the children.

Why don't I believe you?

They are lying.
Sylvia, those women are lying.

There is a hearing the day after tomorrow.
They want to question you as well.

And you'll see that I'm not lying.

I'll be there.

However, I will have to sell the house.

- Yes, bail was set very high.
- But as high as the price of a house?

We have many debts, darling.
And I have been suspended, so...

- Dad?
- Eva.

Come here.

- Where is Sep?
- You know him. Home is where his mum is.

But we can go home.

Yes, but not at this time.

- Why not?
- Because your mum doesn't want that.

I don't care. I want to go home with you.

I tried to convince her,
but she's too angry.

Maybe she'll listen to you?

Why is she so angry? What did you do?

I have been accused of sexual assault.

But I didn't do anything.
I'm innocent, Eva, I swear.

I want to go home.

If you really can't stand it,
I'll come for you tomorrow. OK?

And may I ask
why you changed your mind?

- Wouldn't it be better to wait a bit?
- No, I want to sell it.

- The price is the same. 140,000...
- I know.

OK, it's your decision.

But have you considered
the lease with Mr. Knapen?

- You can't turn him out just like that.
- The new owner can decide what to do.

Perhaps he'll honour the lease?
How much is he paying now?

Oh, I'd have to look it up.

At the moment, calculated in euros,
it would come to 320 euros a month.

320 euros?

And you advise me to wait?
Right, why don't you call the Albanian.

- Mr. Monard.
- Sylvia.

Willy.

This is my plan.
This is my fantastic plan.

Little Sylvia,
it's a proposition you simply can't refuse.

What do you think? Syl... Sylvia...

Little Sylvia.

- So what is your plan?
- Simple, I'll pay more rent.

- I'll throw in an additional fifty per cent.
- Fifty per cent on 320 euros.

And I have to feed my children with that?

I am the only one on the entire Chaussée
who still treats his girls right.

- If you sell, where would they go?
- Yes, Willy.

Hey, here. Here.

Willy, my love, you are a real sweetheart.
Kiss kiss kiss kiss. See?

- And another one...
- Willy, please.

- I don't want you to sell to that Albanian.
- I have no other choice.

Don't keep interrupting me.
I have a proposition.

We run Cats together.
You share in the profit.

Me, a madam. Eh?
Working together with you?

Have you taken a good look in the mirror,
Uncle Willy?

Do you look like a reliable businessman?

And if I told you the bar was mine?

Your bar? I was the one who inherited
this place from my father.

Your father...

His name was on the deed,
for tax purposes. I ran the place.

I don't care about
what you and father cooked up together.

Besides, I already told Monard
that I wanted to sell.

Willy? Willy?

Colette. Colette.

- Where is Eva?
- I don't know.

Hey. Where is my bike?

My bike is gone.

Yes, Daniël, we'll meet up. But I'm
hanging up now, in case she calls me.

- I'm pressing charges with the police.
- And say what?

That it was stolen while you were riding
a whore? Is that what you'll tell your wife?

Hello?

- Mr. Monard here. Is this a bad time?
- No, no, go ahead.

I spoke to Mr. Krasniqi...

and he lowered his offer.
He's only willing to pay 100,000 euros.

- Then refuse and wait for a better offer.
- I thought it was urgent.

Goodbye, Mr. Monard.

Hello, this is Eva. I never listen
to my voice mail, so don't bother.

Damn it.

- And?
- She can't be on the train, the last one left.

- So she can't be far. Call the police.
- Not just yet.

We lost her, Daniël.
Call the police, please.

Yes. Here it is.

She must be around here.
Try calling her.

- Can we go home now?
- Please don't do this again, dear.

I have your husband's statement, who
claims the orgasms were spontaneous.

And the one of Miss Amped stating
that your husband touched her sexually.

- I know.
- Still, it's my duty to divulge everything.

- I understand. I'm listening.
- Very well.

So you know there was a second charge
after the first offence.

Legally, they become repeat offenders,
and the case goes to court automatically.

- Unless your husband pleads guilty.
- He isn't, so he won't do that.

Right.

However, the large sum of money your
husband paid does speak against him.

Which sum?

Your husband offered to pay the alleged
victim three times not to press charges.

How much?

If we add it up,
it comes to 150,000 euros.

Darling, I only did it to protect you.

What if our children were to hear of it?

I could not let that happen, darling.

Come on...

Hello?

OK.

A horse.

The black horse of the Apocalypse,
in front of the Cats.

Excuse me!

We need to talk.
At the hangar in half an hour, okay?

Oh my, I'm getting all hard.

You can't be serious.