Chaussée d'Amour (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Afl. 06 - full transcript

- Daniël Munter? Order for your arrest.
- He's accused of assault.

- I've done nothing and I can prove it.
- Let me know.

There's no Mr. Call me Jérôme.

Sorry.

My only condition
for that Albanian shit

is that you become madam.

Armand Allaire,
found last week after twenty years.

Leave now and you'll get home
to Brussels before the peak traffic.

Dinner, Booyen.

Enjoy.

Carlo Booyen here.



Dad.

I'm looking for a whore
with a little bird on her breast.

A little bird?

A whore was beaten up that night.

She said that Willy Knapen did it.

Isn't that Colette?

Little bird I've caught you now.

You'll swing in a cage.

Swing.

Here's my little bird.

Some bastard stole my wallet.
Let me in. Help me out.

- I'll bring money tomorrow.
- Money.

If you have no money,
go fuck your wife.

Hey, stop.



You've chosen the wrong trade
if you don't want to fuck.

Shit.

Willy?

Willy, there's a drunk here...

I knew it, I knew it.
Willy came to save you.

Yes, Willy smacked him on the jaw
and threw him out.

Yes, he left alive
and I've never seen him again.

You know you are obstructing justice
with all these lies.

I don't want any trouble, that's all.

When there's fighting
and the fuzz are on patrol,

it's bad advertising.

I wasn't interested
in Allaire after that.

He got his just desert,
as far as I'm concerned.

Blokes with no respect for women
run into a brick wall sooner or later.

- Willy, for example.
- Don't put words in my mouth.

One more question for you.

Did Willy kill Allaire that evening?

Throwing someone out
isn't killing them.

Can I get back now?
I have a client waiting.

Are you taking my clients?

Listen, girl, we don't take each
other's clients here. Understood?

Otherwise...

Welcome, ladies.

It's this way. Go on, this way.

Hello there.

As you know, the euro is king here.

Go on.

From a hospital room
to a mobile home

beside the Albanian embassy.

The autumn of your life
has changed to winter.

Simplicity becomes a man, Beets.

Anyway,
I'm perfectly comfortable here.

You don't fool me.

Twenty years ago
I spoke to you in a villa with a pool.

Wealth is not in money.

It's in friendship.

And that makes you
a homeless vagrant.

What exactly happened that night?

Is this a Dallas repeat or something?

Wasn't it clear enough
twenty years ago?

I know nothing. Nothing happened.

The magic word there, Beets,
is the word nothing.

That's it.

Well, Colette tells us
that you threw Allaire out.

I don't deny that.

- You don't deny it.
- Not really.

And you come up with that now?

If I had to remember
every drunken idiot I had to throw out

I wouldn't have room
in here for my own name.

An answer for everything, you.

If you ask questions

be prepared for answers
you don't want.

Why don't you drug me too?

Like Carlo.

Didn't you know that, Sammy?

Does he keep things quiet for you?

I hate that.

- People who keep things quiet.
- Ludo, what's he talking about?

Ludo?

Shall I tell her...

or will you?

Come on, guys.

Ludo?

Is it true what Willy says?

I'm just a local copper,
but I know what's right and wrong.

What Carlo admitted was right.
What he said first was a lie.

A lie from a bad lad who doesn't care
about the murder investigation.

But, as it happens, I do care.
And I want to know if you care too.

You lied to me, Ludo.

- Oh, come on.
- Get off.

Sam?

No, it's got nothing
to do with ingratitude.

I'm glad I can work here,
but I have a family.

- You had one before too.
- Yes, I know.

But stacking boxes
doesn't pay enough.

It's just that I need an extra income.

Hello.

Hi, Irma.

I'd like a word alone with Carlo.

Have you nothing better to do,
or has he done something?

He's done nothing.
I just want to check something.

Did...
Did my colleague blackmail you?

I'm saying nothing.

My lips are sealed.
What I say will be used against me.

It won't be used against you.

If it's true, he's the one
to be punished, not you.

Did Ludo give you drugs?

You could say
that something was put in my food.

But I didn't tell you, OK?

- Then report him.
- Who will they believe?

Ludo Beets or dodgy Booyen?

There it is.

Listen, guys, I've been thinking.

We should tell the truth.

Are you mad?
That's the last thing we need.

And are you mad too?
Not in a nearly new car, eh Willy?

That cop has photos of my tits.

Jos is right, Colette.

That's just about all they have.

And Valentina saw everything.

She saw Michael Jackson too.
She was totally out of it.

We have to focus on Beets
and not contradict each other.

Everyone keeps quiet, OK?

You might have nothing to lose,
but I do.

Have a good think about it, Willy.
Your Chevy has seen better days.

This is the right thing for you.

Fuck Jos.

I'm going to talk. I've had it.

I've made way for everyone else
all my life. I've had enough.

- I'll talk.
- Colette...

What?

We will say nothing.

My feet...

Those stilettos drive me mad.

I don't think guys like you would...

would last a minute
on those knitting needles.

What is it?

Hang on, honey. Give us a kiss.

Back soon.

Damn it.

I'll have those balls
in my mouth soon. Get it?

They are playing around.

If you choose one later
I'll give you a discount.

No, forget it. I'll go next door.
They have nice new girls there.

Well, thanks for coming.

- Christ, Colette.
- Don't start.

Say Christ to her. That's the second
client of mine she's pinched.

I'll have a word with Bijou later.

Have you seen Sandy?
I expected her half an hour ago.

Sylvia, it's your place, your whores,

- your fucking responsibility.
- Ah, whatever.

Are you Rudy?

You can't do that, she's one of mine.

Your brothel is for free women,
isn't it?

- So she's free to help me.
- That's not fair.

What?

Thought so.

- I made you an honest offer.
- Lots of bla bla bla, Krasniqi.

Just you wait. You'll see.

Go on, bugger off.

Jesus Christ.

Fucking bastard.
Fucking twat of an Alek.

And Bijou so naive she thinks
he has her best interests at heart.

I warned you
when you brought her in.

I told you,

but you wanted to be
the Mother Teresa of the whores.

- Hi, am I interrupting?
- Hey, angel.

I'll empty my plate,
brush my teeth and I'll be with you.

Ah, Colette, imagine that.
I don't want you,

- I want the madam.
- Me?

You'll have to pick someone else,
I don't belong to the...

No, that's not what I mean.
I just wanted to ask you something.

I was wondering if you needed
a bouncer in the evenings?

I have experience.
I used to work for Willy.

- Well, Mr...
- Booyen, Carlo Booyen.

We don't want the customers out,
we want them in.

Someone to get them in...

- I wouldn't know much about that.
- Then we can't offer a job.

- Too bad. Well, it was worth a try.
- For sure.

If you don't ask you don't get,
as they say.

Well, miss Fonteyne...

Before you accuse Ludo,
he has put in a good word for Booyen.

A positive drugs test.

That could really screw up
a person's parole.

Yes, but... Sorry, but...

What I mean, is that Ludo put
those drugs in Carlo's food.

That's a serious accusation.

Can you prove it?

Yes, no...

- Not really.
- So...

So what exactly are you saying,
miss Fonteyne?

That there is something going on.
And it bothers me.

What bothers me is Booyen being
released after a positive drugs test.

- Anything else?
- No.

No. I've taken
due note of your comments.

If anything else bothers you in future,
please contact me.

Sandy is on her way.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, thanks, I'm fine.

I'm here. Ah, pastor.

Fantastic. Can you put
this CD on, please? Track 3.

Play it loud? C'mon.

Let's go, I'm ready.

Easy money, eh?

Come on.

Dirty Dancing, Sylvia.

Excuse me, can I have
a little of your attention, please?

C'mon, give it to me, baby.

- Toast?
- Yes, please.

It all looks very lovely.
Thanks, sweetheart.

Are you OK?

I wonder at times
if Mathieu still fancies me.

But, Eva...

Just look at how beautiful
and intelligent you are.

What boy wouldn't fall for you?

Men are always behind the game.
Give him sometime.

He's bound to start missing you
and come begging at the door.

Do you think dad misses us?

- Why do you ask?
- I don't know...

At times it seems like
I'm the only person who does ask.

It's not looking good.

All I can tell is the truth.
That cow is lying.

- I didn't do anything.
- Yes, but we can't prove that.

And I'm sorry,
but you look capable of it.

No offence intended.

- And how does she look?
- Like a victim.

Fuck.

Hello.

Yes, speaking.

Yes, I'm defending Mr. Munter.

Are you listening, Ludo?

Hello? Ludo?

That Sam is saying
some worrying things.

If she's right, we'll lose
every chance of a conviction.

If you're drugging and blackmailing
real witnesses, forget it, mate.

Then your career is over.

Any judge would dismiss the case.
Hey, Ludo...

It will all have been for nothing.

Do you hear?

Get out.

Hey, sis, don't do that.

Jérôme, stop nagging.

You make me think
you're pregnant and I'm just fat.

Yeah, well, I am getting worried.

But there's you?

You'll be a fantastic uncle.

And I'll be an average mother.
All as it should be.

I didn't even know
we had an ironing board.

I'm having a visitor.

No...

Sylvia?

Perhaps.

- How are things between you?
- Good.

- We've kissed.
- What? You kept that quiet.

Well, she kissed me and I joined in.

Jérôme, you make it sound
like a game of Monopoly.

- How was it? Was it nice?
- Yes, it was good.

A bit strange too, but...
No, it was OK.

I know.

I get it.

- Any more questions?
- I'd like to know how much it costs.

- Yours, Sandy.
- It depends what they want.

For example, a shower, body to body
and jerk off, is just 25 euros.

Fucking is 50 euros
for the first 15 minutes.

Anal costs more.
That's 80 to 100.

That's without toys.
If they want to kiss, I say yeah,

but I charge another 10 euros.
And then there's coming.

If they want to come on my tits,
I add another 20.

Between my legs another 30 euros.
On my head another 40.

They can come in my mouth
for another 45 euros.

But no swallowing. Bah, no.

They can get that elsewhere.

I used to do it
but I nearly choked once.

It went down my windpipe.
I nearly died.

Any more questions? Yes?

Yes, do you ever get
real feelings for the men?

I'm only human.

I try to keep my feelings out of it.

But if you have them, so be it.
It has happened.

A few times, but yes...

No man will ever
introduce a whore to his mother.

- Are the neon lights broken?
- No, we are closed.

Why? Have you got mice?

No, a lack of whores.

Sylvia, customers won't come back
if they find the doors closed.

And the Albanian is busy.

Shall I call a few freelancers?

No, Willy, I don't want girls
that I don't even know.

I completely understand.

My lift is here.

Let me see.

You look fantastic.

Thanks, Willy. See you.

And what's a fine lad like yourself
doing on the street?

Looking for mum?

- No, I want to find the truth.
- The truth?

The truth, Beets, is that you are here
on the street alone.

And there are lots of us.

And we are not afraid of the dark.

My client was
in an extremely vulnerable position.

And she trusted a doctor

who violated that trust
in a terrible way.

But, to spare my client
the trauma of civil action,

- we propose a settlement.
- Thank you.

- What do you mean by a pattern?
- It's obvious.

Your client touched
two patients inappropriately.

- Touched, and was blackmailed?
- No.

His second victim wasn't paid off.

That's right. Maybe
because her statement was suspect.

Or because she is a bit unstable,
as her psychiatrist has confirmed.

But, putting that aside. Imagine...

that your client has a pattern
of demanding hush money.

In that case, might a judge
view the matter differently?

What are you saying?

Three years ago
she accused her boss,

a rich, married Dutchman,
of sexual intimidation.

There were no witnesses then either.

She demanded money and he paid.

His marriage meant everything
to him.

Unfortunately,
his wife died a few weeks ago

and now he's prepared
to come forward.

Do you know who I mean?

Shall I bring Mr. Brinksma in?

Welcome, Mr. Brinksma, and thanks.

Hello.

One of the girls has gone over
to the competition.

- I can't blame her. I'm a bad boss.
- No, you're not.

I am.

70% of the time
I don't know what they're on about.

And to be honest,
I don't want to know the other 30%.

- You hear things here.
- Yes.

When I'm on night duty
in the pharmacy...

I hear the oddest things.

Tell me.

You're OK?

- Sorry, I'm going too quickly.
- No, it's fine.

- Sure?
- It's OK.

Mathieu?

I'd like to have a talk.

You can hear me.

Will you look at me
while I'm speaking?

What is it?

Do you still want this? Us?

C'mon, Eva...

C'mon, Mathieu...

Mathieu, at least say something.

Say something, Mathieu.

Or what? Shall we just stop?

OK.

OK?

You're saying OK?

Rot in hell.

I found it educational. Did you?

It's on the doorstep,
but who knows what goes on?

Help yourself to more food.

I'm glad it's such a success.
And a great turn-out.

- Hang on, I'll be right back.
- Madam?

Has this man ever visited you?

- Our first rule is secrecy.
- And all those betrayed women?

My tip is to ask him yourself.
And if you don't trust him,

your marriage is in trouble.

Sorry...

- Jesus Christ.
- C'mon.

Of all the crap I take in,
this is the least harmful.

You're making a mountain
of a molehill. I'm an occasional user.

- And that was a good occasion?
- Yes.

And how was the WI?

What's up?

Do you want to know what's up?

I'm pissed off because this bar
and our earnings are falling,

- while everyone's off having fun.
- Jesus.

- I'll be off.
- Sorry.

- So fun is not allowed any more.
- Shut your mouth.

Tell Syl, tell her what Bijou has just
suggested, your little friend. Go on.

Are you going to tell me?

To come and work at Alek's place.

Yes, and I'm here thinking
we're all in it together,

to make a success of it.

How naive am I?

I'm going home, really.

OK, steel yourself.

And you, drop what you are doing
and come with me.

We're going to sort this out.
Let's go.

Hello, ladies, what a surprise.

- Have you come for inspiration?
- No, we've come for champagne.

Four glasses please.

- To your health.
- Cheers.

This place...

- is smaller than ours.
- Dull too.

Sorry, Valentina, nothing personal,

but it's a bit dull here.

C'mon.

We're closed.

That's odd. The door has
never been closed before.

Sorry.

Are you new here?

Yeah,
I've never seen you here before.

You look really beautiful.

And you've got a key.

Can you let me in too?

What do you think?

The mother of storms, it was.

All of a sudden, a horse appeared...

The black horse of the Apocalypse,
at the Cats.

That face...

It was the face of...

It was the face of a clown.
No ordinary clown,

but a scary clown,
one with a really big,

huge, red mouth.

It had...

Something on its back.

An ogre...

A bit of teasing is OK,

but I don't have all night, sweetheart.

Hey, sweetie?

Wow.

What's up, are you cold?
You're shivering.

It's OK.

You're beautiful.

Do I pay now?

Later.

Come to the Cats.
It's next door, the Cats.

What's this?

Are you stealing my clients
from my own place?

Stealing clients?

You are trying to steal my girls.
I've come to get them back.

- Not afraid of a little competition?
- No, not at all.

See this?

You're OK? Turn your head
a bit to the side. That's it.

See? There are tricks to cover up.
Stay where you are.

You mustn't
damage the merchandise.

That's the main thing.

Shit...
Come on, champagne for everyone.

Another glass, Sylvia.

- Where are you going?
- Stop, Alek.

- Come, let's go.
- Who says the door is open?

The lady of this place
will open the door for us.

- I decide who leaves.
- C'mon, let's get out of here.

Do you know what, you?

If I see your mug round here again,

- I'll cut it open from ear to ear.
- Sylvia, come on.

You smell so good.

- Is that sexy?
- Very sexy.

I want you to fuck me.

Nutcase.

- Who left that here?
- It's nothing to do with me.

Or me.

You, out, now.

- Nothing happened. What's going on?
- She's not a whore.

- She's my underage daughter.
- She said she worked here.

Get your stuff and fuck off.

Clear off.
Are you out of your mind?

- Jesus.
- Sweetheart.

Come here, come here.

Oh, my baby.

Oh, my baby.

Sorry.

A horse.

The black horse of the Apocalypse...

- Are you here to apologise?
- Come.

- It's the middle of the night.
- Sam, it won't wait.

Five minutes, that's all.
You don't want to miss it.

Who's in the car?

- A photographer and his model.
- Get in.

Bend over, Sam, bend over.
It's a heavy body. Bend more.

Yes, that's it. That's what I mean.
Can you see it?

What does it look like?
Doesn't it look like a horse?

No? It's a horse, isn't it?
In the dark when you're stoned.

It looks just like a horse.

Valentina described
what she saw perfectly.

Only the drugs made her
interpret it differently.

She saw a horse with a clown's head.

There you go. Can you see it?

And look at this. This here.
This is the head of a clown.

- Are we done?
- Wait.

Willy rescued Colette
from Allaire's clutches, right?

They've told us as much.
Only, Allaire didn't walk away,

he was carried away.

He was either unconscious,
or he was dead.

Ludo, Valentina was so high

she thought the rain was
burning holes in her skin. The rain...

Sam, don't you believe it?

Or don't you want to solve the case?

I've something to tell you, Ludo.

I told
the examining magistrate about Carlo.

- Yes, I know.
- What?

I understand.
It's no big deal. Come on.

- Let's interview Valentina.
- It's four in the morning.

What is this?

Fuck.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

- Bye and good luck.
- Thank you.

- What did she say?
- It looks worse than it is.

I don't have Braxton Hicks
or something. I have to go slow.

- Good. I'll take you home.
- No, I'll get a taxi.

That's really nice,
but you didn't have to stay.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- No, you rest up. I'll go alone.

- Still looking for a job?
- Yes, I do.

Tonight at ten. If you are even
a minute late, don't bother, OK?

- I'll be there. On time.
- Thanks.

Bye and thank you.

- Hey.
- Hello.

I wanted to see you
because I think we...

I think that you and I click.

So do I.

There you go.
And if it clicks, it's daft to ignore it

- or even stop it.
- Who said anything about stopping?

- Not me.
- Or me.

I'd like a bit more time for us, for...

For the kids too, if needs be.
Not compulsory...

That's a good idea.

Yes?

Keep calm, Jérôme.

Fantastic news, honey.

The complaint has been withdrawn.
I'm innocent.

Hello, Daniël Munter.
Innocent gynaecologist.

You know my wife?

I'll call you.

Jérôme, I'll call.

Well, shall we celebrate?

My boss will be here any minute.
She'll explain it all.

Is this to do with that nitwit?
The herbalist you've been snogging.

So happy, Beets.

- Everyone has their problems.
- Do you have problems, Willy?

Not me. I'm an exception.