Chaussée d'Amour (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Afl. 03 - full transcript

The victim is Armand Allaire.

He went missing twenty years ago

and was last seen
on Chaussée d'Amour.

- I'm looking for PC Sam Fonteyne.
- You're a better sleuth than me.

Ludo Beets, criminal police.

If that's all you can offer
I'll keep renting.

Who to? Willy Knapen?

- Have you heard of Willy Knapen?
- Willy?

I've seen him round and about.

We have to talk.
In half an hour, at the shed.

You're so lovely.



There you are, love, thanks.

- Hi.
- You know my husband?

He lied to me for months and months.

Will you be nice to me?

Little bastard.

- I'm Eva.
- Mathieu.

Eva, Staaf's granddaughter.

- Your granddad was sound.
- I never knew him.

- Who's that?
- I'm your grandmother.

- I thought she'd died?
- Let's go inside.

And you can get lost.

Go on your own.

But what if granny is mad
and something bad happens?

You're an accomplice
now that you know.



Do you want that on your conscience?
I don't think so.

So...

Yes or no?

Can't we just ring the bell?

Hello.

Come on.

Come on in.

We've always thought
that you were dead.

Our mum has always told us

that you and your husband
dropped her off at her flat

and that on the way home
you had an accident

and both of you were killed.

That's what she has always told us.

- Can I have a bit more Amaretto?
- Of course.

It's gorgeous.

What did your husband
actually die of?

Sadness.

I'm so happy to get close to you both.

I've got something for you.

Look.

Do you remember, going to school?

And there... You were such a rascal.

- Nice, eh?
- But you weren't there.

You're mum didn't know either.

Stupid.

- Hey...
- Hi, Willy.

- I'm glad you are awake.
- With a pretty girl at my side, me too.

Whatever!
I look like I've swallowed your pillow.

And I sleep badly.

I can't lie on my tummy.
So I toss and turn all night.

Hello Willy. It's been a long time.

Do I know you?

Yes, we spoke
about twenty years ago.

I've had to wipe my hard disk
a few times in this life.

- It was a memorable conversation.
- But I'm a memorable man.

- I can't remember your face.
- It doesn't matter.

Let's just go all the way back
to the beginning again.

Right back. To start with...

The 15th of September 1996
Armand Allaire vanished.

- He was found last week.
- Good for him.

- Where had he been all that time?
- A metre under the ground.

On the Vanden Eynde garage
driveway.

Not that far from where you live.

If you look at it that way,
it's not far from the Chinese either.

Maybe the food was off.

- Is that your only defence?
- Do I need a defence?

I don't know him.
I've never seen him before.

That's what you said
twenty years ago.

Well then it must be true, mustn't it?

If you leave for Brussels now
you'll miss the peak traffic.

You must have a weak heart, Willy.
To be lying here in a hospital.

Weak heart, heavy conscience...

Are you stressed?

Stressed about keeping
something quiet for 20 years?

Don't kid yourself.
I'm sticking around.

This time I won't leave
until I find him.

I'll ring the bell.
I'd like the nurse to wash me again.

I'm in a cold sweat.

- Thanks for the card.
- My pleasure.

Bye. Get well soon.

The night he disappeared, a whore
was beaten up outside the Cats.

She said that Willy did it,
but she didn't file a report.

Odd, because she looked like this.

- Isn't that Colette?
- Do you know her too?

This is a village.
We all know each other.

- Willy would never do that to Colette.
- Indeed.

She lied, to cover up another crime.

- Let's interview her.
- I want to know the time first.

I think there were sewage works
on the chaussée in 1996.

Visit the contractors tomorrow.
Maybe the plans still exist.

Then we'll know the exact day
when the concrete was poured

over Allaire's dead body.

Come in.

Sorry, got a minute?

My bath is running
and I have to put this on.

Just two minutes, love. Two minutes.

Don't ever tell him we said this,
but Willy is just a bit...

- Past it.
- Yeah, a bit rickety.

We need a fresh breeze.
Young blood, a new force.

Someone
with good management skills,

someone financial and creative,
who lends a bit of pizzazz.

That's a bit long winded,
what she means is...

- Will you be our madam?
- Business manager.

- It's one and the same.
- I don't have the money for it,

but I can advance the inheritance tax
and a minor renovation.

Sandy and I will give up 40%
and the bar sales will go to you.

But I can't raise my children here,
can I?

Sorry for bothering you then.
Here's your brush.

Are you sure?

Is it OK if I ask something else?

How did my father
actually end up here?

No idea.

No idea.
You'll have to ask Willy about that.

Did he used to come here a lot?

Was there a girl he liked?

I doubt it very much. No...
I didn't know him very well,

but he didn't seem the type
to want to keep a mistress.

Your bath must be cold.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- No cream left?
- I've come to pay.

It was a freebie.

I couldn't decide
between Astatke and Monk.

Any idea?

I know nothing about jazz.

- I know fast jazz makes me anxious.
- Does this make you anxious?

No, I don't think so.

- I could use a good sleep.
- Sleep's important.

I'd better go.

Thanks for the cream.

- See you.
- Bye.

Sylvia speaking.

Colette, I'm busy right now.

If I were you I'd make some time.
Your son is in a lot of shit.

Sep? What has he done?

- Sep?
- I didn't mean any harm, mum.

I'll pay for it all.

I can only apologise.

But if you send me the bill, I...
I mean, he...

He will pay you it all back.
He'll have to find a good summer job.

A good summer job?

What's he going to do?
Play in the premiership?

That animal cost me 20,000 euros.

Plus transport costs,
lost prize earnings,

moral damages...

I want 30,000 by tomorrow.

It'll cost more than 30,000 in court.

- Sandy?
- Yes, no...

Can't we have a quick a word
to look for another solution?

Upstairs you. Be gone.

Well, he's not open to reason,
but look at what's come.

I used to get a few bouquets
from clients, but these are for you.

Yes. Take them...

Who sent them?

I'm late for work.

Cats and Pin-Up together.

Seven windows at the top, six below,
so there's always 13 girls.

A big car park, it'll be fabulous.
Look, the plans in 3-D.

Are you going to be the window
cleaner?

That was Willy,
he used to be the window cleaner.

Now it's Alek's day.
Can't you see how big this will be?

I'm not interested.
I've already told you, I work for Willy.

But what if you lose your job?
What will you do then?

- Willy is too clever to go bust.
- Do you believe that?

Really?

I thought so.

Willy should be happy
that I want to take it over.

Same goes
for the luxury madam next door.

Are you leering at me, Daddy?

Oh, man, that's impossible.
It's bloody hot. Give me a cola.

Are you hot?

- Strip off.
- What?

- Strip off.
- He means take your clothes off.

- Can I have another beer, Cindy?
- It's Sandy I tell you.

You have a memory like a goldfish.

If I get you a nice cold beer,
is it OK if I get a refill too?

Daddy, can I put that little cola
of mine on your tab?

Go on then.
Scrounging, always scrounging.

But I've just been paid, so go ahead.

- Where's that bottle opener?
- The puller off'er...

- Cindy, the puller-off'er...
- Yeah, I get it.

A cold beer for Daddy.

Bubbly for our Sandy.
That'll go down well. Cheers.

And a cola for Colette.

- Do I have to do everything?
- You'll be doing nothing soon.

Those under-age Balkan pussies
will do it all for you.

Oh, give it a rest.

Nice.

You'll be drunk.

Hey, good-looking lad...

While uncle Willy was away
for a few days,

- it looks like you grew a lot.
- Come here, Raf.

Will you go get some water
from the hall?

And get a waffle or something
for yourself.

And bring back the change.

- Willy?
- Yes?

I think you should sell the Pin-Up.

Why?

And to whom?

- Not to that Albanian, I hope.
- For God's sake, we're drowning.

Sheila's had to be let go too.

The best you can do is saddle
someone else with your shit.

And what about us?

Well...

You live there
and I'll keep working there.

He agrees to that.

- He agrees to that?
- Yes, Willy, he promised me.

He promised you?

Yes, that's what he said
when he came by.

Come here.

Listen well to what I have to say.

I know you've had
to manage alone of late.

And I know that promises
were made about the Cats, which...

were prevented by circumstances.

It's my fault and I know it.

But get this one thing into your head.

I'd rather eat my own scrotum
than sell to that piece of shit.

Come on in. What's on the menu?

- A waffle.
- Yeah, a waffle.

Son, that's a big ask.

Middle of summer, everyone away,
the road cut open.

That commotion outside
isn't helping business either.

But you already have a fan club, I see.

Well, what can you do?

Tyre changes, oil changes...

Light adjustment...

- Fit new brake pads.
- That too?

- I can come on trial for a few days.
- Unpaid, I hope.

Yes, but...

Three days' trial,
seven in the morning here.

- On the dot.
- OK.

Agreed then.

Good afternoon, Mr. Beets.

Shall we go through here?

What's that, Jos?

- Sad about Allaire?
- I can't talk now.

Can we talk about it another time?

Please.

Meet me at my motel. Room 17.
At eight, OK?

Eight. I'll be there.

Whatever next?
Cops asking for a police discount.

Incredible.

Ignore it, Sandy, just ignore it.

You sick horse fucker.
This is what I think of you.

Piss off. Madman.
Go on, drive off then.

Get back to your wife,
to your stables. You dickhead.

What a disgusting prick.
Can you believe it? Disgusting.

Willy will have a good a laugh.
He warned me.

I didn't believe him.

Stupid or not, I swear,
I knew nothing about Sep's plan.

Which doesn't mean
I think it was wrong.

And that doesn't mean I'll help pay.
I'm skint.

I used to spend 1,000 euros on shoes.
Now I can't buy my own food.

What is 30,000 divided by 50?

- How much is 3,000 divided by 5?
- A lot.

Is 600 a lot?

Opening my legs 600 times...

That's a lot.

What?

Do you think
I could borrow some money? Daniël.

Bloody hell.

Yes.

I've got it, Ludo.

16-09-1996.

Backfilling and asphalting
Garage Vanden Eynde.

16 September?

So if Allaire was last seen
on 15 September,

there is an absurdly high chance
that we know the date of his death.

Well done, colleague.

We should check all the past
statements. Can you do that?

I have a meeting.
See you tomorrow. Good work.

- See you.
- Bye.

An affair with Colette?

So you have a strong motive
for murdering Allaire?

- What do you mean?
- He beat Colette up.

You got angry and you beat him.
But too hard, and killed him.

You dumped him out front
and he was in concrete the next day.

- And Allaire is gone.
- But...

I wasn't seeing Colette in 1996.

It started a few months ago.

I would really appreciate it if you said
nothing about this to my wife.

Then explain to me
why you were arguing with Colette.

My wife is getting suspicious.
So we have to be careful.

- That was it.
- And the night Allaire disappeared?

September 1996,
do you remember that?

1996, yes...

Wasn't that
the time of the sewage works?

I remember...

All those little inconveniences
the sole trader has to put up with.

It was the first and last time
Claire got me to go on holiday.

A cruise on the Nile.
It was a dream of hers.

I was on the toilet 2 out the 3 weeks,
sweating like a pig.

And playing cards with geriatrics
the rest of the time.

Fine, Jos.

One more thing...

Willy Knapen...

Unfriendly, you said.

Willy, yes... I know him...

Quite well, but...

You have to understand, Mr. Beets,
as a small sole trader...

You have to get along with everyone.
That's what you mean, eh?

Well, it's true isn't it?

Yes, hello, it's me.

No, stick to the story
that we're having an affair.

I know nobody will believe it,
but he does.

I don't know,
as long as Claire doesn't find out.

No, I don't think so,
there's nothing.

OK...

Damn it.

Hey, long time no see.

We ate at Jos and Claire's.
Eva has stayed with Mathieu a while.

I've got good news.
I start at the garage tomorrow.

You'd better do, kid.

Do you know how long
it will take to pay off?

You're lucky Nicolas didn't report it,
or you'd be up in juvenile court.

30,000 euros.
Any idea how much that is?

Ah, well. Go to bed.

It will be a long day tomorrow.

What do you think?
Pale yellow for a homely feeling

- or bright yellow for stimulation?
- Aren't babies colour blind?

Aw, fuck, shit...

Well, they can hear you in the womb.

Wow, it understands
my English already.

- Time to go up and pack.
- Sam, choose a colour first.

Choose a colour... Or I'll choose it.

You know, I was just thinking...

We have the murder date.

Shouldn't we ask Jos
a few questions?

- It's been done.
- Now, I mean, not twenty years ago.

- I interviewed him last night.
- What?

- He has an alibi. He was in Egypt.
- I say...

I'm not here doing all the paperwork
because I'm pregnant, you know.

I'm not just a bump.
Don't spare me, I want to take part.

Yes, OK...

I understand. That's OK.
What do you suggest?

Irma last saw Allaire
on 15 September.

So maybe
we should interview Irma again.

Yes.

I was closing the shop.

When the Walloon appeared.

Waving his wallet.
And banging on my window.

I mean thumping. 30 hard
he cracked the glass. I was scared.

I rolled the shutters down
and said that I...

That I would call the police
if he didn't go away.

And where was Carlo
while the Walloon was waving?

Where was your son?

Out.

Out?

- Not at home then?
- No, not at home.

That's not what you said before.
Let's have a look.

Your statement
from twenty years ago.

Carlo was in bed asleep.
Tired after his double shift.

He could sleep through a bomb blast.
It's impossible to wake him up.

- Did I say that?
- Yes.

Yes, that would be right.
You forget after twenty years.

Can I pinch a slice?

And where does Carlo live now?

You know where he lives.

Is he still in prison?

A bad fight, was it?
Grievous bodily harm.

Heavy. Has he shown remorse?

- Carlo is a good boy.
- That's not what I mean.

Too many drugs at times.
Far too many.

- And his father was hardly...
- Hey, little Sam Fonteyne.

Police uniform or not,
you're in my house now.

You can shut your cheeky mouth

about my son and my dead husband.

- Sorry, Irma.
- If we all cleaned our acts

the world would be
a much finer place.

So, she said two different things.

Either he wasn't home,
or it's hard to wake him up.

- It's 20 years ago.
- Yes...

- So?
- People forget things.

Not things like that.
She said something else...

People cleaning up their acts.
What's that about?

Ah, I haven't named
the father of my child.

And the people here don't like it.

But I would tell them
if they just came out and asked me.

I won't ever ask you.

Thanks.

Put them on the table.

Thanks.

No eating, please.

They are for the meeting
this afternoon.

What are you doing there?

- I just wanted a quick look.
- I don't think so.

Sorry...

Good, I'll inform the temp office
of your instant dismissal.

And I'll wish you every success
in your search for a new job.

Leave your polo shirt here too.

I was asleep.

I was tired.
I'd just done a double shift.

Yes, and I could sleep
through a bomb blast.

It's impossible to wake me up.

It's impossible to wake you up...

- I've heard that one. Have you?
- Yes.

- His mother said something similar.
- It was exactly the same.

It must be the truth then.

Maybe.

When did Mr. Booyen's mum
last come to visit him?

Just now.

Look at that.

She loves me.

No, I'm sorry, sir,
it's just not possible to visit Sandy.

But I come here every week.
This has never happened before...

- There's a first time for everything.
- What's going on?

This guy doesn't know
that Sandy's in quarantine.

- In quarantine.
- Crap.

- Go on in, sir.
- Nobody is going in.

It's OK. There's no need for a scene.

- I'll come back later.
- I would like you to go inside.

Nobody is going in.
Not now, not tomorrow and not later.

Where is my money?

What makes you think
I can get 30,000 euros in one night?

- Nicolas, leave her alone.
- Or else?

- Go...
- Where's my money?

- She will pay.
- The bitch can sell her jeep.

- I want my money and I'll get it.
- Don't touch me.

What's up, Lucky Luke?

- Come here.
- What?

- I'm listening. What's the matter?
- She owes me money.

Mrs. Carlier? I know her very well.

She'll pay you back soon, OK?

Piss off. Go on, get a move on.

Be gone.

- Are you OK?
- I'm fine. Thanks.

Good. My pleasure, Mrs. Carlier.

I'm waiting to hear about my offer,
but we'll talk about that later.

Sandy...
Bumpkins are bad for business.

Sony, but I don't
want him to come back, OK?

- Bye, madam.
- See you.

- What's up with you two?
- I'm off for a shower.

That makes a change
from champagne.

I have a client to see. I...

So...

Trust me, it will work.

Go on, laugh at me.

No, no, no...

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't serious,
Murielle. But I have nothing left.

I've lost my job,
my husband and my house.

Yes, I saw
that your house was for sale.

Awful.

But, Syl, if you live life
like there is no tomorrow,

it is going to catch up
with you sooner or later.

And they say you should never
borrow money from a friend.

It's like the people in Africa.
Giving food achieves nothing.

Give them a net
and they can fish for themselves.

Have you been to see the bank?

- No...
- Oh, come here, girl.

It will all be OK in the end.

This is my voicemail, shithead.
Speak and I'll call you back.

Mr. Krasniqi?

Let's talk about the Cats.
Please call me back.

I want to sell.

Jesus, how many times?
For God's sake.

- Sandy?
- Here we go again. Jesus.

How was your first day?

Oily, it seems.

Call me if you need me.
I'll try to be back by eleven.

And will you have
a look at the electricity?

Anything wrong?

It will be OK, love.

There's an answer to everything.

Are you going out, Syl?

No, I'm meeting that Albanian.

Hang on, listen...

I don't know what you've decided,
but I've got to warn you.

That Alek is a nasty man.
Watch out.

And the offer still stands, so...
Think about it.

- Good.
- OK.

Boo. Scared you!

Don't worry, the power is off.

- Colette called them. It'll be fixed.
- Mum asked...

Hey, I really wanted to thank you...

Well, you know what for.

That's not funny.

Not at all.

It will take me five years
to pay it all off.

- And now mum has to pay for...
- Be quiet.

Just like your mum, she witters too.

Look.

- Nice, eh?
- Is that the dress from...

And this is in Nicholas
and his wife's bedroom.

What are you going to do?

- Evening.
- Good evening.

Mrs. Carlier...

I'm sorry.

It was all a mistake.

Let's forget
all about that 30,000 euros.

Now sod off.

Mrs. Carlier?

- I'll take that. Please sit.
- Thank you.

To our agreement.

I'm glad you've come to realise
that this is the right decision.

- Can I call you Sylvia?
- Why has he changed his mind?

Lucky Luke?

I showed him how a lady like you
should be treated.

And how much is this unwanted
service going to cost me?

It's free to friends.

- Excuse me.
- Go ahead.

Daniël?

Hey, has the queen discovered
how to lift the phone?

I'm pushed for time. Is it urgent?

Urgent, urgent...
It depends what you mean by urgent.

I can tell you tomorrow or whatever.

- You are drunk.
- So what?

What's it about?

It's sold.

Our house is sold today.

To a couple with two children.

That could have been us, Sylvia.

Only they were happy,
and they were a couple.

I don't know what you're doing there

and I don't know
why you've never told me about it.

But I know you can't do it alone.
You've never been able to.

It's just not in you, is it?
You've always needed my help.

Stop all this nonsense
and just come back to me.

We can just...

Shit.

Everything OK?

Thanks for the welcome
and the champagne.

I'll have to pass. I'm sorry.

Sylvia?

Look.

- We're closing.
- What?

- Pardon?
- Sorry, come back tomorrow.

- We're just starting.
- Sorry.

What's up?

- Since when do you say we close?
- What's going on?

Since we stopped needing this.

What?

If your offer still stands,
I'd like to take it.

No...

Wow, Syl...

Yes, babe.

That's fantastic news.

Yeah, she's up for it.

Yeah, brilliant.

NEXT TIME

- No, she can't be.
- Can't be what?

What?

Is it believable?

That's interesting.