Chaussée d'Amour (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Afl. 05 - full transcript

- I'm Eva.
- Mathieu.

- How old are you?
- Fifteen.

That's nearly a man.

No need for sir, call me Jérôme.

I'm glad you came.

Seven windows on top, six below.
It'll be great.

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

On 15 September 1996
Armand Allaire vanished.

- He was found last week.
- Where was Carlo?

- I was asleep.
- His mum said that.

- She said exactly that.
- It must be true then.



That evening a whore was beaten up.

She said it was Willy Knapen.

Isn't that Colette?
Willy wouldn't do that to Colette.

Exactly.
She lied to cover something up.

- You worry too much.
- You, not enough.

Dinner, Booyen.

Enjoy.

Carlo Booyen here.

Mr. Beets, I think we should talk.

I've told you three times I'm closing.

Do you want money? Here it is.

And money buys you a drink.

- Please, just one bottle. Of anything.
- Go sleep it off, idiot.

Go, or I'll call the police.



Damn.

What's going on?

- You look like a local.
- I might be.

I want a whore.

She has a little bird on her breast.

She showed it to me, in the window.

- A lovely little bird.
- A bird?

Can't help, but there are
many whores in the neighbourhood.

- I know one...
- Hey, my wallet. Thief.

Stop. I said stop.

I'm sorry.

I gave it back.

Fuck.

- So you murdered Allaire?
- No.

I don't know.
I don't think so, because...

Because his car had gone
when I got back home.

And that's good enough for you?

The car has gone, it's all okay.

It could have been stolen
while Allaire was bleeding to death.

- And Valentina?
- Tina knows absolutely nothing.

Just my mum.

Yes, when I got back
she saw that I was in bits.

She sent me upstairs
and told me she'd seen him go away.

She said it would be okay.

I see it like this.

You told her everything
because you needed an alibi.

And you know a dear old mother
is more believable than a junkie.

Listen. She's lied plenty of times
to protect you before.

No, I'm telling you the truth.

And anyway, mum still believes
in heaven and hell and Jesus.

She doesn't lie.

It makes no difference, does it?

- I'll be released?
- Come on.

Let's ask the forensic doctor
if the knuckle duster was the weapon.

Hey, isn't it strange

that Carlo has suddenly
started talking

after twenty years of silence?

Not really. Let's see Irma.

Sony to burst in like this.
Colette said I could come up.

I wanted to ask you,
if you get hungry tonight...

If you get hungry tonight, you can...

Do you want
to come around to eat?

I'm working and I don't have a car.

Well, I can pick you up.

I have a car.

OK.

I'll leave you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

My jaws are sore. I've got a crick
in my neck from all those blowjobs.

- Can you enter that as an expense?
- That would be nice.

Morning.

Did Jérôme come up?

You might be blushing.

I'm going round there for tea
if it's okay with you lot.

You two are so lovely together.

What's up?

I saw Jérôme in your room
not long ago.

It's none of my business,
but it's on my mind.

It's not what you think, sweetheart.

He lost his wife 18 months ago
and hasn't slept well since.

- That's news to me.
- That's why he comes.

That's it.

For a bit of sex.

No, he just comes
to snuggle up with me.

He sleeps better
beside a nice warm woman's body.

This belongs to Willy Knapen.
We are seizing his property.

No, you've made a mistake.
He owns next door.

This is mine.

- Are you sure?
- I'm 100% sure.

Come on, Colette.

It's on wheels. Knock yourselves out.

That's... Where are you going with...
That's my table.

Say something, Willy.

Look... Leave that table
or I'll tie you to it.

Well, thanks for your cooperation, sir.

Have a nice day.

- You too.
- Kiss my ass, prat.

You knew about this.

Did you know about this, or not?

Bastard.

What sort of a man are you?

You're bust. You're a nothing.

Look, listen...

What am I going to do
when Carlo gets out tomorrow?

Stand on the street again,
with my kid beside me?

I've always taken good care
of you and Raf. You know I have.

You can say all you like about me...

Do you want to work
for that Albanian piece of shit?

Piece of shit...

Do I have a choice?

I'm not stupid.
I know you and your accounts.

It's a wonder you've come this far.

This business is
full of ups and downs.

Why all this jabbering about me.

Sylvia, how are you?
Are you getting the hang of it?

The opening was a big success.

You'll do well. I'm sure of it.

And if there's a problem...
You can come to Uncle Willy.

Great, honey,
let's put the bottle away for now.

It's been lovely.

I'll go and have a drink
in my own bar then.

It's far from sold yet.

Hey, look what we've got here.

Have you had fun
playing outside, my boy?

I bet you fancy a sandwich.

Chocolate spread.

Let's have a look.

On TV I saw a program

about how the fuzz
kicked a boy to death in his cell.

A mother protects her children.
It's only natural.

Even when they hurt someone
and leave him for dead?

He shouldn't have hit that man,
true, but he's sorry.

Hello, Ludo Beets.

Yes.

There...

Irma.

Did you help Carlo?

Did you bury Allaire
and get rid of his car?

I saw him drive off in his car.

I swear.

Whatever happened next
has nothing to do with us.

I've just heard
from the forensic doctor...

He says that Carlo's knuckle duster
isn't the murder weapon.

- There's another lead.
- The bird tattoo.

If he was looking for the girl
he probably found her.

And I think I know who it is.

Now then, my big boy.
Come here.

Let's wash those naughty little ears.

Turn around.

Just relax and enjoy a good rub.

And then we'll give
your bottom a wash.

Where do you think you're going?

- Show me your breasts for 50 euros.
- I'd like you to leave.

What's the problem?
She's done a lot more for 50 euros.

- I just want to see.
- What's this?

Put that money away.
Colette, show him nothing.

He's trying to say
that we're looking for a prostitute

with a bird on her breast
as part of our investigations.

If you'd said that earlier
you'd have saved 50 euros.

I don't have a tattoo there.

Show me.

There you go.
Have you never seen tits before?

Fuck.

Sorry.

- What's this?
- I couldn't prevent it.

Well...

Maybe it was too good to be true.
Carlo, the bird tattoo...

I thought it was Colette too,
until she took off her bra...

We've got nothing.

Nothing. Not a thing.

I know as little
as I did twenty years ago.

- Ludo...
- Unbelievable.

Come on,
what can I do to cheer you up?

No breastfeeding though.

Sorry.

Hey?

Why don't you have tea
with us tonight?

Yes, Jérôme would really like that.

C'mon, Ludo.

It would make me really happy.

Do you mean that?

- OK.
- Good.

- About eight?
- Eight is good.

See you later.

Look,
the hairs on my arms are on end.

- Am I the only person who can tell?
- What?

That she's a bloke.
It shouldn't be allowed.

People like that
need protection against themselves.

- C'mon, dad.
- Not encouragement.

- It's true.
- Okay, whatever.

Ah, here she is.

I'd forgotten that you live here.

- Sorry, that came out wrong.
- I know what you mean.

- Come and sit.
- But Claire is waiting for me.

That dress is beautiful.

- Did you go shopping with Mathieu?
- Claire bought me it.

Let's have a look.

- Wow, that was nice of her.
- Super nice.

Come here.
Tonight I'm going to meet up

with the man
from the chemist's, Jérôme.

Is it ridiculous?

At my age?

- No.
- With dad...

We are just friends, you know.

I'm telling you because I...

Because I want you to feel free
to say what you think.

And because I think
we should be honest with each other.

You've got some catching up to do.

I know, I'm sorry.

OK...

Mum...

So what do you think about tonight?

You're an adult. It's up to you.

I have something for you. Wait there.

It's not a dress,
but I want you to take it

and use it with Mathieu
if you have to.

And if you have any questions
you can come to me.

Or if you're embarrassed,

- just ask one of the girls.
- No.

- You know what I mean. I love you.
- Yes, bye.

- Yeah, bye. Mum, it's fine.
- Bye.

This way. Come in.

I'll pour us an aperitif.

Jérôme, are you home?

Yes, I've set an extra plate,
Ludo is joining us.

- Yes, I see.
- Hello.

- Weren't you working late?
- Yes, but...

- Hello.
- Sylvia.

That's why the table is so nicely set.
I came in and thought wow.

- What's going on?
- I can always go.

- No, stay in your seat.
- We can always...

Nobody is leaving, or eating out.
We'll all have a nice meal here.

It's an ideal opportunity
to get to know each other better.

- Crisps, Sylvia?
- No thanks.

- Eva, my dad might come in.
- So?

So?
Anyway, I have to get this finished.

Shall we go somewhere else?

It's due tomorrow.
I'll have time tomorrow.

C'mon.

Tomorrow.

What about a pet?

- You seem like a dog person.
- I thought that too.

Really.

I can see you in the garden
saying, Pluto, sit.

Pluto?

- Pluto, Ludo... It makes sense.
- Yes.

It makes sense to you,
but dogs are disgusting.

I was more of a cat person.
We had a big ginger Tom.

See, I wasn't far off with my dog.
And what was the cat called?

- Whisky? Ginger? Simba?
- No.

- Molly?
- No, Sammy.

- No, that can't be true.
- I'm not lying, it's true.

It was such a great animal.
I loved it.

So sweet. Loyal. It would go off
for days but always come back.

- People aren't that loyal.
- And?

Well, there was
a lawnmower in the garage.

We didn't know that Sammy
used to sleep under the mower.

In the box and under the blades.

One morning
my father started up the mower.

The garden filled with blood
and chunks of Sammy.

I got a few pieces in my face.

Luckily my mouth was closed.

There you are.

- I hope you had a nice evening.
- It was lovely.

It wasn't what I had planned, but hey.

- It was interesting.
- Yeah.

Jérôme...

Colette told me about your wife.

Should I feel guilty
about a night like tonight?

Or is it daft?

- No.
- How, no?

No, feel guilty? Or no, it's daft?

Daft...

What are you doing here?
I said I didn't want to see you.

Sylvia,
I just want to know if Eva is okay.

- And you and Sep.
- It's none of your business. Go.

Things are bad enough without you.
Go away, mother.

Go.

- Are you okay?
- Excuse me. I'm sorry.

She makes me so mad.

Family...

I've taken over for a while.

- Sorry, Willy, but it's not on.
- I can't help it.

- Please understand, it's in my blood.
- Best not. C'mon.

- And the bird on her breast then?
- Maybe she got it lasered.

- Then you would see a scar.
- I don't trust that Colette.

She's full of old spunk and lies.
It changes people.

Have some shame, you.

Colette doesn't deserve that,
after all she has been through.

- That's not what Ludo means.
- Some people get

abused in their foster home.

- She lost a child, beaten breast cancer.
- Shame on you.

- What did you say?
- Shame on you.

Breast cancer...

Of course.

The computer shows
that the lady had her operation here.

So the file will contain
photographs of before and after.

Here...

Thank you.

There are no photos, for God's sake.
How is that possible? Christ.

I'm sorry.

Ludo, do us a favour.
That's just not on.

Willy...

- Willy.
- Have you got them?

Willy, I'm scared.

I don't want to go to prison.
I won't survive it.

Nobody is going to prison.

That cop won't stop. The asshole is
hunting us down. Don't shut me up.

- He won't stop...
- You are driving yourself mad.

No, listen to me. I'm not...

Willy has sorted it out.

He will find nothing.

Willy...

- You are looking good.
- Stop it, Willy.

Carlo will be beside himself
when he sees you.

That's the plan.

I would like to help, Tina.
And not just you.

Raf too.

Come here.

Call the Albanian...

and tell him the contract is ready.

Oh my God, Willy.

You can't go in the window.

Then what will I do?

My only condition
for that Albanian shit

is that you are the madam.

Well done.

Quiet.

Dad.

Come here, you.

My, how I've missed you.
Really missed you.

- Hi, Mum.
- Hi, son.

- How are you?
- C'mon.

Hey, Raf, be quiet a few minutes.

- And you... Calm down.
- Leave the little guy alone.

He's been inside too long.
Like his father.

I almost forgot.
I've got some cava chilling.

- For you too, Raf.
- No, not for Raf.

Oh, Valentina, bubbly for kids.

I missed you a lot.

I really have missed you.

Did you miss me?

I thought about you.

Not always good thoughts.

You didn't look after yourself
in prison.

The food is rubbish.
I'd have been happy without it.

Even the rats throw it up.

And I didn't get any sleep.
The whole time...

- I did a whole lot of thinking.
- Nobody sleeps as well as you do.

- When I'm next to you.
- I'm very tiring, aren't I?

Now, that's not what I mean at all.

At times...

I wish I hadn't stayed in your bed.

Just fuck and go.

The rest is misery.

Lovely...

Willy. You look well.

- Hi, Willy.
- Carlo.

Hey, I didn't die,
because I wanted to see this day.

- I'm so pleased you are free.
- Yeah, me too.

- I had to wait long enough.
- For sure.

What are your plans?
If you need anything,

- just call me.
- I know, Willy.

That's very friendly,
but I'd like to go straight from now on.

Well of course,
you've only just got out.

And with that cop sniffing around.

- He's not normal.
- Beets?

- Has he been bothering you too?
- He came to visit me.

He stopped at nothing.

- I can tell you a few stories.
- I'm all ears.

- Very nice.
- I bet you say that to all the girls.

Not at all.
You take a really good photo.

You should be in a painting.

Your smile is better
than the Mona Lisa's.

If any of your friends
want a photo shoot

for their site or anything,
give them my card.

Local beauties are my speciality.

Do you mind if I ask you?
Been doing this long?

Welcome to my Louvre.

There's no room to stretch my legs
in my motel room, so...

And I thought I was untidy.

I hope there's a system to all this.

There was.

I was going to sort it, but then
a new girl always turned up, and...

- What are you actually looking for?
- A whore.

- I've plenty of those.
- With a bird on her breast.

A bird?

In one of these boxes maybe.

I do have
a recent photograph of a girl

with a snake on her tummy,
that goes all the way down...

- Does this work?
- Of course.

- What's in it? What year are they?
- They are different years.

It'll take hours to check all the boxes.

I'll get started.
You can take over later.

Let's get going.

Here you go.

- I can manage, thanks.
- Oh yeah, okay.

Hey, you're home.

I thought you liked that?

No shorts?

- It's just a little dress.
- Isn't it a bit short?

Mum... You told me yourself
I could ask the girls for advice.

- Do you like this?
- Yes.

- Did I do something wrong?
- Don't make it worse.

I want to do it.

- I want you to be my first...
- Eva, don't. It's not helping.

I want your first time to be special.
That's all.

Sorry.

C'mon, honey, try a bit harder.

Is your cunt on strike?
Come on, give it up.

Yeah, stick your finger in my hole.

Can you do it today, please?
Or do I have to do everything myself?

Stick your finger in.

No, in my bum.

C'mon. Now moan. Louder.

That was the worst fuck ever.
What was that?

If that's fucking, I might as well
stick it between a couple of steaks.

- I want my money back actually.
- No.

You paid for a service.

No.

Half.

What about customer respect?
What about client is king?

Sorry you were disappointed,
we don't do refunds.

Are you acting the twat too?

Fine, keep your money.

On one condition.

You suck me off.

- Pardon me?
- You heard.

I bet you give better blowjobs
than that blonde tart.

Eva, dear.

Well, hello.

What's up?

Hey, lady...

Are you sucking something off here,
or what?

Give me something, in this shit hole.

Go on upstairs.
Mum has an issue to deal with.

If you don't get going I'll bite
your dick off and feed it to the dog.

Get going.

Idiot.

I'm sorry. I really am.

I just couldn't do it.

It's okay, Sandy, it's okay.

No, it's not okay.

I'm a good whore.
I'm always really professional.

But recently...

First, I fucked Frans to death,
and now this ugly idiot.

Since Nicolas, it's like...

Come here, love.

Your knight will come for you
on his white charger.

- Let me see to Eva.
- Go ahead.

- Is it okay?
- Yes, of course.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Go up to her.

Who's the man? Sep.

Sep's the man.

Drink.

DJ JEROME IN THE CHEMIST'S SOON.

Is that me?

- Are you drunk?
- Yes, with love.

Boy, I can smell you from here.
You stink of beer.

I've had a hard day.
I need a good rest.

- You're not listening? Why not?
- I don't feel like it right now.

- C'mon.
- Well, I do. Come here.

Come on.

What the hell?

Do you think
you can just come in and fuck me?

After hours, in your mother's brothel?
And stop grinning.

I'm no paedophile. You can say
what you like, but not that.

Get lost. What is it with you?

What's wrong with these dickheads?

Here, take a good look.

That what I think of it.

Go do some colouring in.

Or play building blocks,
or tug your dick. Leave me alone.

Fucking kid.

Fuck it.

Bitch.

Stupid whore.

Fucking hell.

These things
have always fascinated me.

What, contracts?
Learn to be a lawyer then.

No, I mean these SM things.

They're not so special,
it all comes down to the same thing.

You squirt in the end,
and before that you try to delay it.

So you don't delay it?

- We're here to sign the papers.
- Sorry, Mr. Willy,

but I'm sure we have a lot in common.

I doubt it.
I know the way your people operate.

Since this is a memorable day,
I'll ignore that comment.

You should know I have
a lot of respect for you, Mr. Willy.

Respect is something you earn.

That's true,
but I find it fascinating.

Few bars, a handful of whores,

and yet, considered so important.

Actually, it's a bit...

like a big fish in a small pool.

I've seen plenty like you
fall by the wayside.

Some had five, six, seven bars...

and they went bust.

Vanished.

Mr. Willy first, age before youth.

That's the way of my people.

I might be an old fucker,

but if you so much as touch Valentina,

I'll slit your throat myself.

It's just a joke.

Cheers, but go easy on your heart,
Mr. Willy.

Especially since you haven't
signed yet. That would be too much.

Good God.

Yeah, yeah...

Yeah, yeah...

We've caught you little birdie.

And in a cage you'll swing...

Swing.

Mental.

Got nothing to say?

I told you so, but you wanted to be
the Mother Teresa of the whores.

Welcome, ladies. This way in.

C'mon, guys.