Chaussée d'Amour (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Afl. 10 - full transcript

Your father was the love of my life.
We had an affair for years.

When the business is mine,
you'll be the first to leave.

Always pleasing your sister,
me, Colette, your wife.

- So nothing ever changes.
- I still miss my wife.

Is that wrong?

Eva has really blossomed
since that incident with the client.

What incident?

I want you to fuck me.

You, get out, now.
That's my daughter, not a whore.

Staaf? Is that you?

Eye witnesses have stated
that Sep was behind the wheel.



- Meet Joëlle. She's my girlfriend.
- Idiot.

That's disgusting. It's sick.

Either that monster is gone
and we eat, or you both bugger off.

I murdered Allaire, dumped the body,

and got rid of the car.

- Hi, Colette.
- Hi, darling.

Are you alright?

I miss him already.

Yeah, me too.

Don't cry, honey.
Or you'll start me off.

Come here.

No tears.

- I didn't see it coming.
- No, neither did I.

He kept us guessing until the end.



Look at him, there.

Willy's not in his grave yet
and he's acting like everything is his.

Fucker.

Are you OK, Mr. Monard?

A bad liver or a heart attack,
I'd have thought.

But suicide?

No.

Has Mathieu been in touch at all?

Do you see him?

Nor me.

I don't get why we are here.

Hasn't Willy confessed?

I don't buy that confession.

Silent for twenty years,
then admit it all?

I don't think
I want to pursue this, Ludo.

Willy is dead.
It's his funeral tomorrow.

Haven't we done enough?
We've pushed so hard.

Willy's suicide is not our fault.

I don't know.

If you want to stop, Sam,
that's fine with me.

But I have to press on.

It's all I can do.

Willy brought the car here
and I crushed it.

I didn't do anything illegal.
I just did my job.

I couldn't see a reason for it.
The car was in perfect condition.

Wing mirror aside,
there was nothing wrong.

Wing mirror?

- It was broken.
- Wait.

What was wrong with it?

There's only one wing mirror
on an SM, and it was broken.

Sorry.

For what I said.

It's OK.

Are you coming to the get-together?

- Eh?
- The get-together.

OK, I'll come.

Dad's lawyer is bringing
a proposal today.

I had hoped
we could sort it between us, but no.

Hang on. Are you saying that dad
can just take us away from here?

Not just, Eva.

He'll have to pull out all the stops.

But I like living here.

I'll make that clear
to dad and to the judge.

That's lovely.

We have to consider school.

Can't I commute?

What about you, Sep?

I know you're angry.

You have every right.
I should never have hit you.

I'm sorry.

I'm going out.

Mathieu, I...

- Why are you here, dad?
- Mathieu...

If you are asking me
to come back home, don't bother.

I'm staying.

I'm worried about you.

And about what you're getting into.

- Dad...
- People...

- Our society is not ready for...
- No, dad, you are not ready for it.

- That's different.
- Maybe I'm not ready. But so what?

You...

You're my son. My eldest.

- I don't want you...
- You don't want what?

What?

- Did mum send you?
- No, your mother doesn't know.

- I've come...
- Listen, dad.

This is me.

I don't believe you. You're a good boy.

- We didn't raise you this way.
- Stop, dad.

You can work on it.
With psychiatrists and talk groups.

- Go talk.
- I'd like you to leave.

- You can think it away.
- I...

If you stop thinking about it,
it goes away.

Get yourself off.

Go, now.

- Where is Staaf's artwork?
- Artwork?

That mirror.
I saw a mirror on the wall, here.

In it was the wing mirror
of Allaire's Citroën. Where is it?

- Would you like some cake?
- I want that mirror.

Where is it?

It's fine.

Sorry.

Can I come in too?

Thanks for letting us do it here.

Willy would have thought it very fair.

It's lovely of you,
after all the trouble he caused.

Did Willy do it? Or is there
something else I should know?

- What do you mean?
- I don't believe that Willy did it.

I think my father did.

And I think you know.
But daren't say it.

I think you and Willy got my father
to the point of committing murder.

And that it was guilt
that made him want to gas his family.

- Was that it?
- Stop. He only just died.

He doesn't deserve
the things you are saying.

Say what you like about Willy,
but not...

That he was a murderer?
No, that was my father's role.

A bad man, I was going to say.

That he wasn't a bad man.

And he loved your father.

Sorry.

I know you liked Willy a lot.
I'm really sorry.

Now what?

Is it to do with your car?

No.

But it's to do with the wing mirror
on Allaire's Citroën.

Jesus Christ.
Do you actually have a life?

Allaire is dead.

Willy and Staaf are dead.

Willy confessed.
What's left to chew over?

Yes, I accepted the money
and bought the land cheap.

I'm a shithead
and I can't keep up with the times.

Christ.

My son, who was to inherit
the garage, my life's work, has left.

Two good friends have died.

And all you care about
is a stupid wing mirror.

Mr. Beets.

We are not a family of murderers.

Jos is busy, as you can see,
and he can't help you.

Would you leave us alone, please?

OK.

I wanted to go to the cops right away.

But I don't know why... I don't know...

I was reminded of Staaf's land
and before I knew it we had a deal.

The broken wing mirror
for Staaf's land at a cheap price.

And Willy's money
to build the extension here.

My best friends.

I'm a piece of shit.

A real shit.

Staaf and Willy are the guilty ones.

They dragged you
into their dirty mess.

And they threw the body
in our garden.

C'mon, Jos.

You did
what you thought you had to do.

No?

Come here.

Sylvia?

I think Willy took the blame
and that your father did it.

Cheers.

That's what I think too, but...

We'll never know for sure,
because he is dead.

Willy too.

And Colette won't
be telling us anything else.

There's one more person
who can help us discover the truth,

but she won't talk to me.

You know who I mean?

Sylvia, how was it?

That mirror.

That father made.
What do you know about it?

I really missed you while you were
at camp. Show me your hair.

It must be full of knots
after playing in the woods.

Was it fun?
Did you make any friends?

Stop the nonsense.

I don't believe it.

What happened
on the night Allaire disappeared?

What was father's part in it?

What happened afterwards?

There...

In our kitchen.

Come with me.

He stopped wanting me.

That's how it all started.

And that stupid phone
didn't stop ringing.

Staaf.

Shit.

Go home, Magda.

Go home.

Leave this to me.

I had to defend my husband.

He is and was my husband.

When your dad realised
what had happened...

he couldn't live with it.

And he wanted to end it all.

That very night.

I wasn't strong enough to stop him.

I understand why you didn't
want to come back to us.

And we didn't come looking for you.

Out of shame.

Your father thought he should pay
for what he had done.

And that mirror
was there to remind him every day.

Of what had happened.

He stopped seeing Colette
as of that day.

He spent the rest of his life with me.

Through guilt.

Well?

Sylvia?

Well?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

She did it.

What?

Magda?

No...

I wasn't going to tell,
but I can't take any more.

All the lies.

The deceit.

I'm tired of it all.

Your own mother.

I'm not angry with her.

It's just all so sad.

Allaire, Willy, my father, my mother.

Me.

You.

We've all been living it
for twenty years.

Twenty fucking years.

For whom?

For what?

Tell me.

If you want me to testify...

just let me know, OK?

I'll call you.

- OK.
- I'm sorry.

- I'll just...
- What?

Have a walk.

Visited your father?

He would have liked that.

He was my greatest love.

Some people have two.

Others none.

I had him.

And, after it all happened...

Staaf wanted distance.
I respected his wish.

I don't know
if it made anyone happier.

- I don't know.
- Colette...

I don't blame you.

OK?

You're so sweet.

- Sep.
- Can I come in?

Of course you can. Come in.

Sit down.

- You're OK?
- Yes.

What's up?

I know we haven't
always seen eye to eye.

But I'd like to ask...

if I can come
and live with you again.

Of course you can.

- Yes?
- Of course.

You don't even have to ask.

Sep, this is...

- Sep, wait.
- Old git.

Sorry, I lost track of the time.

And that's why you're late.
I understand.

There you go.
Everything is clearly set out.

My client has applied for full custody.

The children can visit you
every other weekend.

At a neutral location,
not in the brothel.

Or the illegal
and uninsured flat above.

- It sounds like it's all been arranged.
- An astute assessment.

I'm no hippy.
If people want war they can have it.

My client knows what happened
between your daughter and a client.

If that comes to court,
you could lose it all.

If I were you, I'd sign quickly.

I would never say that,
why would you think it?

I know, but I have to be sure.

Your father must have heard
the story from someone.

Who?

That someone could be Sandy.

How come?

Hasn't she been a bit close
to father recently?

- Are you drunk?
- So what?

- So what?
- So what? So what?

Anyway, you'll be rid
of me in September.

- I'm off to boarding school.
- What?

- Is that to rebel?
- Rebel against who? Against you?

Against her, this dump?
What do you think?

Honestly... Bitch.

Cheers, Sammy.

Killer in the clink,
coppers get a drink.

I'm not in the mood, Rudy.

Anything new?

No.

It was Willy.

- Sure?
- You were right.

But it's strange.

Having a party here now.

It's like he can see us.

You can't think that, Sam.

Don't do it.

It was actually a pleasure
to work with you.

Come and see us again,
if you are ever in the area.

You know
I'm not the most sociable sort.

That's why I reminded you.

I know a silly young cow like me,

shouldn't offer advice
to an old goat like you.

But watch that examining magistrate.

He doesn't want what you want.

Well spotted.

You are a good cop.

Bye.

- Are you closed?
- I've given everyone the night off.

You OK?

- A drink?
- Yes.

I'm in.

Last time...

I didn't mean it.

Well, yes I did, but...

- You know?
- I understand.

This was the first record
my dad ever bought me.

God, that.

You think it's crap, don't you?

Yeah, it's a pile of crap.

You're sure?

- You're really sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

We've never really
got to know each other,

but Willy always spoke
very highly of you.

Why do you always take so long?

Sam?

Open the door.

Sam?

Open this door, you're scaring me.

Sorry.

I'd never seen a body before.

It was dreadful.

We won't go, if you don't want to.

- What's that?
- Your waters. Sit down.

Why now?

What should I do?

We'll go to the hospital.

The Lord takes care
of all the creatures of this earth.

The good and the not so good.

As a good shepherd,

he looks after those
who sometimes leave the flock.

Such was Willy Knapen.

Yes, well said, Father.

As you say, Willy was always
like a shepherd to me.

The first night he discovered me,
I had this wool coat on.

I wore it specially, today.

I was a lost sheep.

That night he taught me to give head.

Laugh,
and say what you like about Willy,

but he taught all his girls
to give head.

- It's true.
- Me too.

I always think of him when I do it.

Willy was, indeed,
a man of worldly experience.

- Which he shared with everyone.
- He did.

And that's why his sudden death
came as such a shock.

With pain in my heart I must admit

that Willy's latent weariness of life

had escaped my attention.

Willy was a marvellous man.

And you're not.

You're not, Monard.
I'd appreciate it if you shut up today.

I have to admit

that I always thought
Willy was an asshole.

The asshole who introduced
my husband to another woman.

But, hey...

We've all got a lot to answer for.

But Willy was also
a fantastic godfather.

And he was pleased to see
his godchild back after twenty years.

Fuck the dead, Willy would say.

We ought to pay
more attention to the living.

And I agree.

Because I'm so pleased
my daughter is back.

Keep going, sis. Keep puffing.

It's too early.

See the positives. It's the first
in the family to arrive early.

- Keep going. We're nearly there.
- It hurts, God damn it.

- Keep going.
- Stop at the roadside.

But we're nearly there.

That's it.

I can see its head.

Once more, one more push.

Push hard.

Go to your mummy.

Here.

Hello.

Hello.

Imagine me
giving birth to such a little bauble.

You did well.

Really well.

Let's get to the hospital.

Hi, Finn.

Look at him walking.
As proud as punch.

Just like our Carlo
at his first communion.

What your mother said was beautiful.
It really moved me.

You can come to the wake,
but then I want you to leave.

- What's this?
- I know what you told Daniel.

I haven't told Daniel...

I hope you know
what you are up against.

Mum.
Are you all coming to the wake?

Are we going or not?

It's a bit too fast.

It'll be fine.

- Can I come with you?
- Of course.

It'll be fine. Some things take time.

You know that dad
always comes around in the end.

- Thanks.
- What for?

Just. Come on.

- You drive?
- Yes.

No, idiot. Get in.

It was lovely, old boy.

Here.

For you.

Look at that smoke.

Where's it from?

Mum?

Oh, no.

Mum?

Careful, mum.

Shit, mum...