Chaussée d'Amour (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Afl. 04 - full transcript
Sylvia has decided to exploit Cats. She starts renovating the place, she starts looking for new girls and she plans a big opening party. The Cats ladies bump into some obstacles: Bijou gets trapped and Sandy has a problem with a customer.
Sandy and I will give up 40%
and the bar sales will go to you.
I can't raise my children here.
But what if granny is mad
and something bad happens?
Come, come on in.
I don't know what you're looking for.
Or why you've said nothing
for twenty years.
What brought my father here.
Was it a girl or something?
Only Willy can answer that one.
15 September 1996
Armand Allaire vanished.
- He was found last week.
- Where was he all that time?
Under the garage driveway.
- Where was Carlo?
- Out.
That's not what you said.
Let's have a look.
- Asleep.
- I've heard that one.
- His mum said the same thing.
- Exactly the same.
- Thanks for the cream.
- Yes.
I beg your pardon?
If your offer still stands,
I'd love to take it.
- What?
- If I sell now I'll get nothing for it
- and we'll be out on the street.
- Have you gone totally mad?
- I grew up here too, you know.
- You ran miles and miles away.
- Not because of the area.
- Well, what then?
There's more to it than the street.
There's a baker, a butcher...
There are families and schools.
- I'm not going to school here.
- We'll worry about that later.
Just give it a chance, OK?
I'll make it decent. It'll be
a house with a shop downstairs.
- So well run that we...
- By whom?
By me.
By you?
Come on, mum... By you?
- Can you hear yourself?
- Eva...
I think it's cool.
Cool is not the right word, Sep.
What have you got
on the suspect Carlo Booyen?
What have you got
on the suspect Carlo Booyen?
His mother's statement
doesn't match his alibi.
He was the last to see Allaire.
Am I 100% sure? No.
But I feel
that Carlo is hiding something.
Ludo, as the examining magistrate
I need facts, not gut feelings.
- Why be like this?
- Like what?
We used to go to the cafe
and have a drink together.
The next day we'd have
a hangover and a good solution.
Why has that ended?
- I don't think it's a good idea.
- What?
- So I'll continue my inquiries?
- Yes.
Do as you will.
Maybe you can paint all your nails.
Crack in view.
Spin round the pole.
Let's see if it's strong enough.
A bit more hip action.
One more time. Go on.
- I have to start painting.
- Painting? Where are you off to?
- Don't be afraid. We won't touch.
- It was so good.
- Can it be fixed with some paint?
- What do you mean?
Dad cheats on you
and you let him buy you with a villa.
And when he doesn't stop,
you take on a brothel.
This is different, Eva.
This is worse.
Have you asked us
if we want to live in a brothel?
We're furniture.
That's a chair and that's Sep and Eva.
Hey, spoilt brat, it'll be fine.
I'd have got a hiding
if I'd spoken to my mum like that.
That's probably how your brains
got between your legs.
You don't talk to me like that.
This is between me
and my daughter, Sandy.
And please wear a bit more next time.
- And you, say you're sorry.
- I'm off to Mathieu's.
He has a normal family.
I'll ask them to adopt me.
Go on. Ask them to adopt you.
Have you received
Carlo's employment history yet?
What does it say?
He's done anything and everything,
but in September 1996 he...
was working in a bakery,
and as a driver for BVBA Elstar.
- Elstar?
- Yes.
Hang on...
I knew it.
Do you know who runs Elstar?
Willy Knapen.
Willy?
Carlo...
and Willy Knapen.
I knew it.
- I'm so pleased that you didn't sell.
- Really?
I was afraid you'd be angry
that I'm not letting it out to you.
There's a time to come
and a time to go.
And my time to go has now come.
I'm so pleased you're still here.
Do you realise?
Here...
Do you remember?
Oh, that cherry dress.
Who taught you to peel prawns?
And who taught you
to dance the twist?
And who taught you
to drink Pisang Ambon?
Uncle Willy.
Your father was my best friend.
His daughter is my daughter.
I know the street.
If you need me, I'll be there.
That's a promise.
Thanks, Willy.
You are in my heart, Sylvia.
And for my advice...
I'll charge a modest percentage.
You'll have to pay,
whether I coach you or someone else.
It's better to give it
to someone you trust completely.
A smart decision. Let's drink to that.
- No, I don't have time.
- I drink quickly.
Yes, I know.
Are you sure you want to sell?
I need the cash.
For a grand opening party.
Wow, a party...
Listen, to be honest, people
don't buy these big cars any more.
- Why not?
- 4x4s are out.
But your father was a good friend.
So I'll take a risk with it.
I'll do it for 10,000.
Half now, the other half when it sells.
- It's a risk, you know.
- It seems a pretty small risk to me.
I'll do it for 12,000.
Go on then. Here.
Sold.
With batteries...
I hope this isn't
for what I think it's for.
It is.
But it won't fit in.
Yes, of course it will.
I wouldn't mind that.
- Good, some lubricant...
- Two boxes, yeah?
Yeah, plenty. 288...
- Oh, San... Sandy?
- Sweets...
- Something for you.
- Yeah, that's nice.
- Go on, try it on.
- Do you think it will fit me?
- I'll try it on quickly.
- I was wondering.
Should we take on a few more girls?
More girls, more clients.
How about it?
- And us out?
- Of course not.
- You and some more girls.
- Ah, yes.
That's not a bad idea.
Just a note in the window
saying staff wanted?
No, you idiot.
You'll just get a whole load of pimps
with those East Bloc chicks. No.
Hang on, this goes here.
- Oh, yeah, that suits you.
- How did you end up in The Cats?
- Me?
- That's a long story.
Willy spotted me at a scouts' party.
- A scouts' party? How old were you?
- Oh, how old was I then?
Old enough to be spotted.
And clever enough to get paid
for what I'd always done for free.
Hello, excuse me?
Do you know where Dahliastraat is?
Sad, isn't it?
At last you get a visit
and it's not really for you.
Doesn't bother me.
It bothered you one time, didn't it?
When they had to separate you...
because you beat
your cellmate Carlo Booyen?
Did Willy Knapen come often?
Jesus, I'm starting to get tired.
- I'm going back to my cell for a rest.
- Wait a moment.
I've got something
that might keep you awake a while.
Go on.
Booyen shouldn't be in here at all.
It should've been Willy Knapen.
He had beaten some guy up
on Knapen's orders.
And the idiot was so high on speed
that he got his knuckle duster out.
Bang...
A bit too hard.
Booyen was paid to keep quiet.
And Knapen promised
to look after his whore and that kid.
That's interesting.
And all for 100 euros.
You're a cheap sort of chap.
This is not going to work.
I said it won't work.
Oh, no, that's her boyfriend. C'mon.
Do you mind if I ask you something?
Syl, can I have a word?
What have you brought in?
Why is that street cat here?
She has a name. Bijou has helped me
and now we are helping her.
- We are expanding, aren't we?
- What about rank?
Yes, there's an order.
Strippers, escorts,
window whores and street cats.
That's how it is
and always will be.
Variation is a good thing.
It adds value.
What is her added value?
Double anal? Or face fucking?
- Or the clown face?
- What's the clown face?
- That when three of you...
- No, stop. I don't want to know.
Fine by me.
- Look at her, Colette.
- It's terrible, I know,
but we are not a relief centre.
We're a brothel.
I don't know the business,
but I do know other women.
I think we should help each other
when help is needed.
And Bijou is in need of our help.
A girl like that can't work in shifts.
It all sounds great in theory,
- but it's not in practice.
- But what if it works for us?
We build up a business where
women feel good about themselves.
Where they feel safe and strong.
Where they feel like goddesses.
How good would that be, Colette?
Sex with a goddess.
You can join us.
No street tricks
and keep your fingers out of the till.
Where's Peter?
I'm off to the canteen.
Welcome.
- Free food, drinks, girls...
- Looks good.
It'll be a great night.
Fully refurbished.
Why do we always arrive too late?
Hello. Welcome, big party tonight.
There you go.
- Food, drinks and girls.
- OK. Party.
- You've actually come here to live.
- At last something is happening.
I'll get to enjoy myself a while
before the baby ties me down.
- Jérôme will come along too.
- Great.
It looks like I'm coming too.
Good, see you tonight then?
That's delicious, Tino.
Wow, you can really cook.
- What's in it?
- Humus with Greek yoghurt.
Give it a try, this with the yoghurt.
It's over the top, far too chic.
I don't care. This is the best brothel
I've ever worked in.
Come on, leave it alone.
Give it to me. It's for the customers.
So when Allaire broke the window
downstairs, you were fast asleep?
For the hundred thousandth time.
Did you have a nappy on?
A teddy bear with you?
- What?
- It was ten in the evening.
- That's bedtime for kiddies.
- I keep telling you.
- I had a double shift. I was tired.
- Double shift. Oh, yes, I forgot.
A productive fellow. Two jobs, man.
- Did you get a medal for that?
- Are you making fun of me?
I wouldn't dare. Let's have a look
at the kind of jobs you had...
The kind of jobs I had?
As if jailbirds like me get a choice.
I know,
you're forced to take on dirtier work.
Like dishing out
someone else's punishment.
I know, Carlo.
You'll do just about anything for Willy.
We just need to know
if you went so far,
- that there's no going back.
- I don't know what you mean.
I mean murder, Carlo.
Murder.
I mean it, I don't know Allaire.
I've never seen him.
I've never heard of him.
OK, mate, I'm out of here.
You think
you'll be released next week.
Back to happy families
with that whore
and the cute little Raf?
That if you stick to your parole,
we can't touch you.
But what if somebody calls
social services
to tell them that cute little Raf
is living in a brothel?
That his daddy is on speed,
and his mummy hits men
with a whip.
- Wouldn't foster care be better?
- Stop this.
- He says he doesn't know Allaire.
- Quiet, Sam.
What's it to be? Protect Willy,
or protect your own son?
Sam? Take him away.
- Come on.
- Sit down.
You can't do that, Ludo.
It's not funny.
You can't do stuff like that.
Those threats are just sickening.
They make me want to puke.
I'm not doing it.
No way.
- Shall we start?
- No.
We said six o'clock, didn't we?
- Can I start?
- You can wait.
Oh, come on.
Hello, it's Sylvia Carlier,
Sep and Eva's mum.
Have you got a moment?
Yes, all is well thanks.
I'm trying to find Eva.
No...
Is she with Mathieu?
No, OK. Good.
Thanks. Yes, bye.
- You have no idea where she is?
- No.
- No, she can't be.
- Can't be what?
No, she can't be there.
You stay here.
Sylvia.
- Where is she?
- I didn't see you come in.
- Who?
- My daughter.
Eva?
Stop pretending.
I know you see my children.
I asked you to stay outside,
and you to leave them alone.
It's OK. She texted me.
She's at dad's.
Dad?
Eva.
Come here.
You OK?
Thank you.
- Is there any beer?
- Be normal, girl.
What have you got there?
C'mon, sis, it's sleeping pills.
- Jérôme, c'mon.
- I haven't slept for three nights.
No, you can't.
For God's sake. OK,
let's find another way to do this.
- You're going with me to The Cats.
- I'm not going.
You are going to the party.
You have to get out.
You won't get happy
if you shut yourself away.
Help me choose a dress,
it's hard with this big fat tummy.
You know the drill tonight.
Upstairs when the party starts.
Congratulations.
- Thanks.
- My pleasure.
Who'd have thought
we'd end up as colleagues?
Competitors, Mrs. Carlier.
- Thanks for coming.
- Fuck your mother.
Fuck your mother.
Sep, what's up?
- You should be upstairs.
- I can't sleep.
C'mon, sweetheart.
Wash up a few glasses then, OK?
Let's go.
- I'm glad you are here.
- Me too.
Cheers.
Look.
- She has always been a bit naive.
- A bit?
A bit much.
We will see how long it lasts.
C'mon, ask yourself.
Eva, a brothel...
C'mon, your mum?
Your mum has never
really done anything.
All she has done
is lots of shopping.
- Four bags at a time.
- You're exaggerating.
She has always needed me
to hold her hand.
But at least she's doing something.
What do you do? Wallow
in self misery and drink whisky.
Nob.
Sorry... I'm sorry.
Who's this?
- It's me.
- Sam, come on.
- Is Jos not coming?
- No, he stayed at home.
You know what he's like.
- A frump.
- Yeah, a frump.
Hey, want to dance? Jérôme won't.
Let's go.
Jérôme, we're off for a dance.
A beer and a coke, please.
Great that you've come.
- Well done, it looks really nice.
- Thank you.
Dinner, Booyen.
- Enjoy.
- Thanks.
- Are you off?
- Yeah.
If you need good photographs
of your girls, here's my card.
Jean Beckers.
You'll be the best brothel keeper
on the street.
C'mon, we'll get there.
Sure you don't want to come inside?
Yes. I'd rather not.
Bye.
My little Eva.
Sweetheart.
Would you like a drink?
Just the one, eh?
My God.
Well done, mate.
Out you get, babe.
I can hardly breathe.
Come on, Frans.
C'mon, Frans.
Frans? Fuck.
Colette...
Colette.
- Take it off.
- Take your clothes off.
Hey, she threw it back.
Come on, show me your tits.
Show us your tits...
Here.
Syl, come. Come with me.
Come.
C'mon.
A great ass.
Turn around.
Great, but the hands.
Take your hands away.
- C'mon.
- One hand.
- C'mon...
- The other hand.
Mate, what the fuck?
Put it away.
- Call an ambulance.
- You can stop.
- You can stop, he's dead.
- Get Willy.
- Call the police.
- I know his wife.
I don't think she wants to hear
that he died on top of a whore.
- What then? We have to do something.
- Syl, please.
Trust me. I'll deal with it.
Hey, where are you going?
- Listen. Don't go running off.
- Stay there.
Twat.
Hey, we want our money back.
I've got a dick burned into my retinas.
You dirty fucking freak.
- Am I interrupting?
- It's nothing to do with you...
I heard you shouting from my room.
You woke me, so it is, actually.
- Another minute and we'll shut her up.
- Are you going to rape her,
or bash her head in first,
then rape her? Or cut her nipples off?
How? Are you going to tie her up,
or will one of you hold her down?
Or one first and then the other?
- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing, I'm just curious.
- Although I know what'll happen.
- You know, do you?
What'll happen then, dick?
Dick?
He'll be crying like baby and you'll
be scrabbling around for your teeth,
hoping that someone comes along
and finishes you off.
Dick, fucking dick.
If I were you
I would apologise to the lady.
- Sorry...
- To the lady.
Sorry.
Sorry.
I thought so.
Is it believable?
It was the best we could do,
babe, please.
Let's go, Syl. Come on.
Syl, please come.
Hello, Ludo Beets.
Carlo Booyen here.
Mr. Beets, I think we need to talk.
NEXT TIME
Did you know about this, Willy?
Bastard.
Fuck...
I'm a good whore.
I'm always very professional.
and the bar sales will go to you.
I can't raise my children here.
But what if granny is mad
and something bad happens?
Come, come on in.
I don't know what you're looking for.
Or why you've said nothing
for twenty years.
What brought my father here.
Was it a girl or something?
Only Willy can answer that one.
15 September 1996
Armand Allaire vanished.
- He was found last week.
- Where was he all that time?
Under the garage driveway.
- Where was Carlo?
- Out.
That's not what you said.
Let's have a look.
- Asleep.
- I've heard that one.
- His mum said the same thing.
- Exactly the same.
- Thanks for the cream.
- Yes.
I beg your pardon?
If your offer still stands,
I'd love to take it.
- What?
- If I sell now I'll get nothing for it
- and we'll be out on the street.
- Have you gone totally mad?
- I grew up here too, you know.
- You ran miles and miles away.
- Not because of the area.
- Well, what then?
There's more to it than the street.
There's a baker, a butcher...
There are families and schools.
- I'm not going to school here.
- We'll worry about that later.
Just give it a chance, OK?
I'll make it decent. It'll be
a house with a shop downstairs.
- So well run that we...
- By whom?
By me.
By you?
Come on, mum... By you?
- Can you hear yourself?
- Eva...
I think it's cool.
Cool is not the right word, Sep.
What have you got
on the suspect Carlo Booyen?
What have you got
on the suspect Carlo Booyen?
His mother's statement
doesn't match his alibi.
He was the last to see Allaire.
Am I 100% sure? No.
But I feel
that Carlo is hiding something.
Ludo, as the examining magistrate
I need facts, not gut feelings.
- Why be like this?
- Like what?
We used to go to the cafe
and have a drink together.
The next day we'd have
a hangover and a good solution.
Why has that ended?
- I don't think it's a good idea.
- What?
- So I'll continue my inquiries?
- Yes.
Do as you will.
Maybe you can paint all your nails.
Crack in view.
Spin round the pole.
Let's see if it's strong enough.
A bit more hip action.
One more time. Go on.
- I have to start painting.
- Painting? Where are you off to?
- Don't be afraid. We won't touch.
- It was so good.
- Can it be fixed with some paint?
- What do you mean?
Dad cheats on you
and you let him buy you with a villa.
And when he doesn't stop,
you take on a brothel.
This is different, Eva.
This is worse.
Have you asked us
if we want to live in a brothel?
We're furniture.
That's a chair and that's Sep and Eva.
Hey, spoilt brat, it'll be fine.
I'd have got a hiding
if I'd spoken to my mum like that.
That's probably how your brains
got between your legs.
You don't talk to me like that.
This is between me
and my daughter, Sandy.
And please wear a bit more next time.
- And you, say you're sorry.
- I'm off to Mathieu's.
He has a normal family.
I'll ask them to adopt me.
Go on. Ask them to adopt you.
Have you received
Carlo's employment history yet?
What does it say?
He's done anything and everything,
but in September 1996 he...
was working in a bakery,
and as a driver for BVBA Elstar.
- Elstar?
- Yes.
Hang on...
I knew it.
Do you know who runs Elstar?
Willy Knapen.
Willy?
Carlo...
and Willy Knapen.
I knew it.
- I'm so pleased that you didn't sell.
- Really?
I was afraid you'd be angry
that I'm not letting it out to you.
There's a time to come
and a time to go.
And my time to go has now come.
I'm so pleased you're still here.
Do you realise?
Here...
Do you remember?
Oh, that cherry dress.
Who taught you to peel prawns?
And who taught you
to dance the twist?
And who taught you
to drink Pisang Ambon?
Uncle Willy.
Your father was my best friend.
His daughter is my daughter.
I know the street.
If you need me, I'll be there.
That's a promise.
Thanks, Willy.
You are in my heart, Sylvia.
And for my advice...
I'll charge a modest percentage.
You'll have to pay,
whether I coach you or someone else.
It's better to give it
to someone you trust completely.
A smart decision. Let's drink to that.
- No, I don't have time.
- I drink quickly.
Yes, I know.
Are you sure you want to sell?
I need the cash.
For a grand opening party.
Wow, a party...
Listen, to be honest, people
don't buy these big cars any more.
- Why not?
- 4x4s are out.
But your father was a good friend.
So I'll take a risk with it.
I'll do it for 10,000.
Half now, the other half when it sells.
- It's a risk, you know.
- It seems a pretty small risk to me.
I'll do it for 12,000.
Go on then. Here.
Sold.
With batteries...
I hope this isn't
for what I think it's for.
It is.
But it won't fit in.
Yes, of course it will.
I wouldn't mind that.
- Good, some lubricant...
- Two boxes, yeah?
Yeah, plenty. 288...
- Oh, San... Sandy?
- Sweets...
- Something for you.
- Yeah, that's nice.
- Go on, try it on.
- Do you think it will fit me?
- I'll try it on quickly.
- I was wondering.
Should we take on a few more girls?
More girls, more clients.
How about it?
- And us out?
- Of course not.
- You and some more girls.
- Ah, yes.
That's not a bad idea.
Just a note in the window
saying staff wanted?
No, you idiot.
You'll just get a whole load of pimps
with those East Bloc chicks. No.
Hang on, this goes here.
- Oh, yeah, that suits you.
- How did you end up in The Cats?
- Me?
- That's a long story.
Willy spotted me at a scouts' party.
- A scouts' party? How old were you?
- Oh, how old was I then?
Old enough to be spotted.
And clever enough to get paid
for what I'd always done for free.
Hello, excuse me?
Do you know where Dahliastraat is?
Sad, isn't it?
At last you get a visit
and it's not really for you.
Doesn't bother me.
It bothered you one time, didn't it?
When they had to separate you...
because you beat
your cellmate Carlo Booyen?
Did Willy Knapen come often?
Jesus, I'm starting to get tired.
- I'm going back to my cell for a rest.
- Wait a moment.
I've got something
that might keep you awake a while.
Go on.
Booyen shouldn't be in here at all.
It should've been Willy Knapen.
He had beaten some guy up
on Knapen's orders.
And the idiot was so high on speed
that he got his knuckle duster out.
Bang...
A bit too hard.
Booyen was paid to keep quiet.
And Knapen promised
to look after his whore and that kid.
That's interesting.
And all for 100 euros.
You're a cheap sort of chap.
This is not going to work.
I said it won't work.
Oh, no, that's her boyfriend. C'mon.
Do you mind if I ask you something?
Syl, can I have a word?
What have you brought in?
Why is that street cat here?
She has a name. Bijou has helped me
and now we are helping her.
- We are expanding, aren't we?
- What about rank?
Yes, there's an order.
Strippers, escorts,
window whores and street cats.
That's how it is
and always will be.
Variation is a good thing.
It adds value.
What is her added value?
Double anal? Or face fucking?
- Or the clown face?
- What's the clown face?
- That when three of you...
- No, stop. I don't want to know.
Fine by me.
- Look at her, Colette.
- It's terrible, I know,
but we are not a relief centre.
We're a brothel.
I don't know the business,
but I do know other women.
I think we should help each other
when help is needed.
And Bijou is in need of our help.
A girl like that can't work in shifts.
It all sounds great in theory,
- but it's not in practice.
- But what if it works for us?
We build up a business where
women feel good about themselves.
Where they feel safe and strong.
Where they feel like goddesses.
How good would that be, Colette?
Sex with a goddess.
You can join us.
No street tricks
and keep your fingers out of the till.
Where's Peter?
I'm off to the canteen.
Welcome.
- Free food, drinks, girls...
- Looks good.
It'll be a great night.
Fully refurbished.
Why do we always arrive too late?
Hello. Welcome, big party tonight.
There you go.
- Food, drinks and girls.
- OK. Party.
- You've actually come here to live.
- At last something is happening.
I'll get to enjoy myself a while
before the baby ties me down.
- Jérôme will come along too.
- Great.
It looks like I'm coming too.
Good, see you tonight then?
That's delicious, Tino.
Wow, you can really cook.
- What's in it?
- Humus with Greek yoghurt.
Give it a try, this with the yoghurt.
It's over the top, far too chic.
I don't care. This is the best brothel
I've ever worked in.
Come on, leave it alone.
Give it to me. It's for the customers.
So when Allaire broke the window
downstairs, you were fast asleep?
For the hundred thousandth time.
Did you have a nappy on?
A teddy bear with you?
- What?
- It was ten in the evening.
- That's bedtime for kiddies.
- I keep telling you.
- I had a double shift. I was tired.
- Double shift. Oh, yes, I forgot.
A productive fellow. Two jobs, man.
- Did you get a medal for that?
- Are you making fun of me?
I wouldn't dare. Let's have a look
at the kind of jobs you had...
The kind of jobs I had?
As if jailbirds like me get a choice.
I know,
you're forced to take on dirtier work.
Like dishing out
someone else's punishment.
I know, Carlo.
You'll do just about anything for Willy.
We just need to know
if you went so far,
- that there's no going back.
- I don't know what you mean.
I mean murder, Carlo.
Murder.
I mean it, I don't know Allaire.
I've never seen him.
I've never heard of him.
OK, mate, I'm out of here.
You think
you'll be released next week.
Back to happy families
with that whore
and the cute little Raf?
That if you stick to your parole,
we can't touch you.
But what if somebody calls
social services
to tell them that cute little Raf
is living in a brothel?
That his daddy is on speed,
and his mummy hits men
with a whip.
- Wouldn't foster care be better?
- Stop this.
- He says he doesn't know Allaire.
- Quiet, Sam.
What's it to be? Protect Willy,
or protect your own son?
Sam? Take him away.
- Come on.
- Sit down.
You can't do that, Ludo.
It's not funny.
You can't do stuff like that.
Those threats are just sickening.
They make me want to puke.
I'm not doing it.
No way.
- Shall we start?
- No.
We said six o'clock, didn't we?
- Can I start?
- You can wait.
Oh, come on.
Hello, it's Sylvia Carlier,
Sep and Eva's mum.
Have you got a moment?
Yes, all is well thanks.
I'm trying to find Eva.
No...
Is she with Mathieu?
No, OK. Good.
Thanks. Yes, bye.
- You have no idea where she is?
- No.
- No, she can't be.
- Can't be what?
No, she can't be there.
You stay here.
Sylvia.
- Where is she?
- I didn't see you come in.
- Who?
- My daughter.
Eva?
Stop pretending.
I know you see my children.
I asked you to stay outside,
and you to leave them alone.
It's OK. She texted me.
She's at dad's.
Dad?
Eva.
Come here.
You OK?
Thank you.
- Is there any beer?
- Be normal, girl.
What have you got there?
C'mon, sis, it's sleeping pills.
- Jérôme, c'mon.
- I haven't slept for three nights.
No, you can't.
For God's sake. OK,
let's find another way to do this.
- You're going with me to The Cats.
- I'm not going.
You are going to the party.
You have to get out.
You won't get happy
if you shut yourself away.
Help me choose a dress,
it's hard with this big fat tummy.
You know the drill tonight.
Upstairs when the party starts.
Congratulations.
- Thanks.
- My pleasure.
Who'd have thought
we'd end up as colleagues?
Competitors, Mrs. Carlier.
- Thanks for coming.
- Fuck your mother.
Fuck your mother.
Sep, what's up?
- You should be upstairs.
- I can't sleep.
C'mon, sweetheart.
Wash up a few glasses then, OK?
Let's go.
- I'm glad you are here.
- Me too.
Cheers.
Look.
- She has always been a bit naive.
- A bit?
A bit much.
We will see how long it lasts.
C'mon, ask yourself.
Eva, a brothel...
C'mon, your mum?
Your mum has never
really done anything.
All she has done
is lots of shopping.
- Four bags at a time.
- You're exaggerating.
She has always needed me
to hold her hand.
But at least she's doing something.
What do you do? Wallow
in self misery and drink whisky.
Nob.
Sorry... I'm sorry.
Who's this?
- It's me.
- Sam, come on.
- Is Jos not coming?
- No, he stayed at home.
You know what he's like.
- A frump.
- Yeah, a frump.
Hey, want to dance? Jérôme won't.
Let's go.
Jérôme, we're off for a dance.
A beer and a coke, please.
Great that you've come.
- Well done, it looks really nice.
- Thank you.
Dinner, Booyen.
- Enjoy.
- Thanks.
- Are you off?
- Yeah.
If you need good photographs
of your girls, here's my card.
Jean Beckers.
You'll be the best brothel keeper
on the street.
C'mon, we'll get there.
Sure you don't want to come inside?
Yes. I'd rather not.
Bye.
My little Eva.
Sweetheart.
Would you like a drink?
Just the one, eh?
My God.
Well done, mate.
Out you get, babe.
I can hardly breathe.
Come on, Frans.
C'mon, Frans.
Frans? Fuck.
Colette...
Colette.
- Take it off.
- Take your clothes off.
Hey, she threw it back.
Come on, show me your tits.
Show us your tits...
Here.
Syl, come. Come with me.
Come.
C'mon.
A great ass.
Turn around.
Great, but the hands.
Take your hands away.
- C'mon.
- One hand.
- C'mon...
- The other hand.
Mate, what the fuck?
Put it away.
- Call an ambulance.
- You can stop.
- You can stop, he's dead.
- Get Willy.
- Call the police.
- I know his wife.
I don't think she wants to hear
that he died on top of a whore.
- What then? We have to do something.
- Syl, please.
Trust me. I'll deal with it.
Hey, where are you going?
- Listen. Don't go running off.
- Stay there.
Twat.
Hey, we want our money back.
I've got a dick burned into my retinas.
You dirty fucking freak.
- Am I interrupting?
- It's nothing to do with you...
I heard you shouting from my room.
You woke me, so it is, actually.
- Another minute and we'll shut her up.
- Are you going to rape her,
or bash her head in first,
then rape her? Or cut her nipples off?
How? Are you going to tie her up,
or will one of you hold her down?
Or one first and then the other?
- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing, I'm just curious.
- Although I know what'll happen.
- You know, do you?
What'll happen then, dick?
Dick?
He'll be crying like baby and you'll
be scrabbling around for your teeth,
hoping that someone comes along
and finishes you off.
Dick, fucking dick.
If I were you
I would apologise to the lady.
- Sorry...
- To the lady.
Sorry.
Sorry.
I thought so.
Is it believable?
It was the best we could do,
babe, please.
Let's go, Syl. Come on.
Syl, please come.
Hello, Ludo Beets.
Carlo Booyen here.
Mr. Beets, I think we need to talk.
NEXT TIME
Did you know about this, Willy?
Bastard.
Fuck...
I'm a good whore.
I'm always very professional.