Crimi Clowns (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Stilleven met bloem - full transcript
Thieves are like garbage.
You have them in all kinds and you better keep it separate.
Jos for example. That is large industrial waste.
My dad is rather small hazardous waste.
And Wim Leblanc, I had realized that for a long time.
That's just gross dirt.
That Wim has a bad name.
Do you do data destruction?
If it's not with the police or a bank. - Insurance company.
Absolutely, with pleasure.
The break-in killed Walter Lambrechts, a 40-year-old CEO.
Married and father of four children.
He was still working at the time of the burglary
together with his 27-year-old assistant, Kirsten Muyshondt.
He first attracts you with something small. And then you may do something great, but...
Asshole ! - You won't see your money.
That bastard won't pay.
Jos ? Say, you were right, eh, man. That Wim Leblanc.
Wesley. - Jarek.
You still owe us money, Wim.
Another five hundred thousand euros.
Three hundred !
No !
How much had Wim Leblanc promised for that job?
One hundred and fifty thousand. - De Jarek says otherwise.
Three hundred thousand. - I wish it were true.
Three hundred thousand was what I asked for, with interest.
Jarek?
With interest at half a million. - Did I ask that?
Yes. - No way, kid!
Wesley, quit it.
Listen, Ronny...
If everything goes well, Wim Leblanc will give us...
half a million.
But only three hundred thousand will be deducted from your debt.
You're kidding, Jos. - This was the last time
that you tried to fuck me.
The Jarek learned a new word from Wesley, remember it, Jarek?
Memotechnik remedy.
Reach out your hand.
Reach out your hand.
At that moment, your heart is beating so hard in your chest that you can hear it yourself.
Your mouth is bone dry and suddenly you taste iron.
But what the others don't know is that I have this boy in my pocket.
And the thoughts racing through your head.
You think about how you're going to do it.
And you can already see it.
first Jos,
in his head, otherwise he might still shoot if he's already hit.
And then immediately Jarek in his chest, so you certainly don't miss.
But first Jos, because nobody will cut my father's finger.
You think your mother doesn't love you, don't you?
Buy her some flowers, for without her you would have had only nine fingers.
That Wim has 7 minutes left.
That coward sends his fucking secretary.
Hi, Ingrid. - Hi, Ronny, Hey, gentlemen.
Ingrid.
Are you a little cold, honey? - The money, ça va.
Can you count that?
How much should there be, man?
One hundred and fifty thousand, with interest it must be three hundred thousand.
Yes, that looks exactly right. - Yes ?
If that's okay, can I leave? - Yes, ofcourse.
Ok.
That's quite a tiger, isn't it, Wes. - Nothing wrong with that.
Yes, but I'm wondering: those tits... ?
Those are real. - Cheers.
You don't count that?
You should trust people now and then, Jos.
And you're not doing well, Jarek.
Couldn't have even apologized.
The Wim Leblanc has given himself a two hundred thousand euro discount.
Damn that's the first time I'm happy
that someone has me by the ass.
Do you have a smoke?
For a moment I thought I had lost a finger.
Not me.
You knew he was bluffing, or what?
No, but I knew I wanted to shoot them both.
With your finger.
With my silver Berreta.
In your dreams.
No.
In my pocket.
Hello, dear boys and girls of the Norry club!
This is the best Clownsland website
and here's Papalou with the youth news.
You already know the beautiful clown Kaki by now.
Well, dear boys and girls: this skewed slat...
Take two. Well, dear boys and girls: this sweet...
Take three. Well, dear boys and girls: this sweet baby
just recorded one of the most beautiful songs in the whole world.
Life was so beautiful, my love.
When you told me: I love you.
Life was too short, my love.
I don't want to live
without you.
And I'm sure this is going to be a big hit
like Clap your hands.
Lou... - Wesley ?
What is it ? - You have to help me, Lou.
What happened ?
Ok ?
Ok.
Have you ever been in so much pain
that you lost all feeling? - Wow, we're happy again.
That all feeling stopped? - Yes.
Yes, that's called being in shock.
Hey, cat. what now ?
Sweetie, right, what happened?
The E.Z. is dead.
Who ?
My boyfriend.
But, kitty, what happened to him?
He is murdered.
Who did you get that from?
The cops have come to interrogate me at the hospital.
He injected his own shot of heroin. That's what they say.
Three times the lethal dose.
Then he wasn't killed. - Yes.
The EZ didn't use heroin, he smoked crack.
Do they have any idea who did it? - They didn't say that.
What did those cops look like?
A fat one with a chatter head.
Who are you going to call? - That's your mom's toyboy.
Was that André de Polies?
Her cell phone is off.
Come on baby, grab a warm bath and get into bed.
Try to get some sleep, okay?
I'll bring a cup of tea in a bit.
Hi, Rachel. - André broke my mobile phone
I'm calling you about André.
He broke up with me. - Ah, how are you feeling?
What do you think?
André told us Amber Carrément that the EZ is dead.
I knew it !
I put her to bed with a sleeping pill, she has a crisis.
Asshole.
I'm calling you because I want to get him back.
If there's anything I need to do, just say so. - Does his wife have a job?
In the supermarket on the canal. - Are they open tomorrow?
Yes, Sundays until half past one. Say, don't you know that yet?
Yes, do you already know how to e-mail?
Yeah, Ronny.
Do you have pictures where you can clearly see
that you and André are having an affair?
How many do you need? - Okay...
Your mother is actually quite a beautiful woman for her age.
I know.
I don't think she knows that yet.
Here a little further they have very good Stella.
Come on, quick then, I have a photo shoot with a model.
A poo blow with Flower, surely? - No no.
She's a new one I met on the internet.
Is it over with Flower?
Oh, my guy.
Vanessa for the photo shoot.
Hela.
My name is Vanessa Willems.
I was born in Deurne on January 18, 1985.
I am a fashion model and make-up artist,
i studied makeup and tourism.
My sizes, I...
85a-60-95.
No, that's wrong, wait... 85a-65-90, that's how it was.
I weigh 53 kilograms,
my stature is one meter sixty-five.
OK. Are you ready?
Knees apart.
Sorry, dude, that wasn't the deal! No poses with my legs open.
I don't know anything about that. Do you have any of that on paper?
I don't do porn. - Porn !
What the hell does this have to do with porn?
If you ask me to open my legs, that's porn.
Sweetie, god. That's art, and of a level you've never seen before.
Not with me, dude.
You are going to do exactly what I say.
No.
Don't come a second closer, eh.
Not !
I'll teach you the difference between porn and art.
Stay !
Yes, everything under control.
cool ! - Come on, put your pants back on,
you are under arrest!
The Beguine Street. Prison in the heart of Antwerp is not exactly Ibiza.
But if you have a rich inner world,
then you feel at home everywhere.
And if you know the rules of the game, the interrogation room is a playground.
Where you can rattle the cop's ball with no limits.
of two underpaid, overworked, frustrated suckers.
Name...
First name...
Address ?
Nothing ?
Are we going to play stupid?
How long will you keep that up, do you think?
You know what you're here for, don't you?
You know your dad's here too, don't you?
And he has already told us a few things…
Sorry.
If you keep silent, you make yourself suspicious, boy.
And if you don't cooperate, it will only get worse.
Gerard Peeters, better known as the Jay.
He has told the staff of the clinic a few things about you.
Before he had a brain haemorrhage. - Jay Peeters!
The bridge of the Peerdsbos!
I thought...
If Mr. Inspector goes one step further, I'll have him.
I'll push out his eyes with my thumbs.
And madam the fashion model of the police...
I break her neck on the edge of that filthy iron table.
Perhaps there was a thought transfer or telepathy at that time.
We'll go get our sandwiches.
I hope you're not hungry
because I don't think they ordered anything for you.
Have you ever seen this girl?
Eveline van Dyck, nurse. 26 years.
Only she looks like this now.
Do you know what she said about you?
That you were committing euthanasia on the Jay without his permission!
we think.
Now that clinic is not a Catholic hosptial, but they still don't like it there.
Here...
What does that say?
Flower da Silva. Fashion model and character dancer.
Who took that photo?
Who took that photo? Me, Inspector.
For her portfolio on her Facebook. Am I saying that correctly: 'portfolio'?
Artistic, yes.
O God, God, God.
I still have to get used to it though. Let me clarify something.
Look.
Do you see what my flower was doing there?
She wanted something special.
I've never had a girlfriend that got a kick out of strangulation sex.
It was my first time.
I just did something.
Hey babe.
Baby.
Come.
The only photo that was taken of that girl after that...
that's this one.
That's not something for your portfolio, is it?
If you want to play a game, fine with me.
We're just waiting for you to get tired of it here.
We have all the time.
You weren't so bad,... as a model.
Oh, it speaks.
To my liking: a bit vulgar.
You won't be leaving anytime soon, dude,
I hope you are used to bad food and a hard mattress.
A hard mattress is good for your back.
You have them in all kinds and you better keep it separate.
Jos for example. That is large industrial waste.
My dad is rather small hazardous waste.
And Wim Leblanc, I had realized that for a long time.
That's just gross dirt.
That Wim has a bad name.
Do you do data destruction?
If it's not with the police or a bank. - Insurance company.
Absolutely, with pleasure.
The break-in killed Walter Lambrechts, a 40-year-old CEO.
Married and father of four children.
He was still working at the time of the burglary
together with his 27-year-old assistant, Kirsten Muyshondt.
He first attracts you with something small. And then you may do something great, but...
Asshole ! - You won't see your money.
That bastard won't pay.
Jos ? Say, you were right, eh, man. That Wim Leblanc.
Wesley. - Jarek.
You still owe us money, Wim.
Another five hundred thousand euros.
Three hundred !
No !
How much had Wim Leblanc promised for that job?
One hundred and fifty thousand. - De Jarek says otherwise.
Three hundred thousand. - I wish it were true.
Three hundred thousand was what I asked for, with interest.
Jarek?
With interest at half a million. - Did I ask that?
Yes. - No way, kid!
Wesley, quit it.
Listen, Ronny...
If everything goes well, Wim Leblanc will give us...
half a million.
But only three hundred thousand will be deducted from your debt.
You're kidding, Jos. - This was the last time
that you tried to fuck me.
The Jarek learned a new word from Wesley, remember it, Jarek?
Memotechnik remedy.
Reach out your hand.
Reach out your hand.
At that moment, your heart is beating so hard in your chest that you can hear it yourself.
Your mouth is bone dry and suddenly you taste iron.
But what the others don't know is that I have this boy in my pocket.
And the thoughts racing through your head.
You think about how you're going to do it.
And you can already see it.
first Jos,
in his head, otherwise he might still shoot if he's already hit.
And then immediately Jarek in his chest, so you certainly don't miss.
But first Jos, because nobody will cut my father's finger.
You think your mother doesn't love you, don't you?
Buy her some flowers, for without her you would have had only nine fingers.
That Wim has 7 minutes left.
That coward sends his fucking secretary.
Hi, Ingrid. - Hi, Ronny, Hey, gentlemen.
Ingrid.
Are you a little cold, honey? - The money, ça va.
Can you count that?
How much should there be, man?
One hundred and fifty thousand, with interest it must be three hundred thousand.
Yes, that looks exactly right. - Yes ?
If that's okay, can I leave? - Yes, ofcourse.
Ok.
That's quite a tiger, isn't it, Wes. - Nothing wrong with that.
Yes, but I'm wondering: those tits... ?
Those are real. - Cheers.
You don't count that?
You should trust people now and then, Jos.
And you're not doing well, Jarek.
Couldn't have even apologized.
The Wim Leblanc has given himself a two hundred thousand euro discount.
Damn that's the first time I'm happy
that someone has me by the ass.
Do you have a smoke?
For a moment I thought I had lost a finger.
Not me.
You knew he was bluffing, or what?
No, but I knew I wanted to shoot them both.
With your finger.
With my silver Berreta.
In your dreams.
No.
In my pocket.
Hello, dear boys and girls of the Norry club!
This is the best Clownsland website
and here's Papalou with the youth news.
You already know the beautiful clown Kaki by now.
Well, dear boys and girls: this skewed slat...
Take two. Well, dear boys and girls: this sweet...
Take three. Well, dear boys and girls: this sweet baby
just recorded one of the most beautiful songs in the whole world.
Life was so beautiful, my love.
When you told me: I love you.
Life was too short, my love.
I don't want to live
without you.
And I'm sure this is going to be a big hit
like Clap your hands.
Lou... - Wesley ?
What is it ? - You have to help me, Lou.
What happened ?
Ok ?
Ok.
Have you ever been in so much pain
that you lost all feeling? - Wow, we're happy again.
That all feeling stopped? - Yes.
Yes, that's called being in shock.
Hey, cat. what now ?
Sweetie, right, what happened?
The E.Z. is dead.
Who ?
My boyfriend.
But, kitty, what happened to him?
He is murdered.
Who did you get that from?
The cops have come to interrogate me at the hospital.
He injected his own shot of heroin. That's what they say.
Three times the lethal dose.
Then he wasn't killed. - Yes.
The EZ didn't use heroin, he smoked crack.
Do they have any idea who did it? - They didn't say that.
What did those cops look like?
A fat one with a chatter head.
Who are you going to call? - That's your mom's toyboy.
Was that André de Polies?
Her cell phone is off.
Come on baby, grab a warm bath and get into bed.
Try to get some sleep, okay?
I'll bring a cup of tea in a bit.
Hi, Rachel. - André broke my mobile phone
I'm calling you about André.
He broke up with me. - Ah, how are you feeling?
What do you think?
André told us Amber Carrément that the EZ is dead.
I knew it !
I put her to bed with a sleeping pill, she has a crisis.
Asshole.
I'm calling you because I want to get him back.
If there's anything I need to do, just say so. - Does his wife have a job?
In the supermarket on the canal. - Are they open tomorrow?
Yes, Sundays until half past one. Say, don't you know that yet?
Yes, do you already know how to e-mail?
Yeah, Ronny.
Do you have pictures where you can clearly see
that you and André are having an affair?
How many do you need? - Okay...
Your mother is actually quite a beautiful woman for her age.
I know.
I don't think she knows that yet.
Here a little further they have very good Stella.
Come on, quick then, I have a photo shoot with a model.
A poo blow with Flower, surely? - No no.
She's a new one I met on the internet.
Is it over with Flower?
Oh, my guy.
Vanessa for the photo shoot.
Hela.
My name is Vanessa Willems.
I was born in Deurne on January 18, 1985.
I am a fashion model and make-up artist,
i studied makeup and tourism.
My sizes, I...
85a-60-95.
No, that's wrong, wait... 85a-65-90, that's how it was.
I weigh 53 kilograms,
my stature is one meter sixty-five.
OK. Are you ready?
Knees apart.
Sorry, dude, that wasn't the deal! No poses with my legs open.
I don't know anything about that. Do you have any of that on paper?
I don't do porn. - Porn !
What the hell does this have to do with porn?
If you ask me to open my legs, that's porn.
Sweetie, god. That's art, and of a level you've never seen before.
Not with me, dude.
You are going to do exactly what I say.
No.
Don't come a second closer, eh.
Not !
I'll teach you the difference between porn and art.
Stay !
Yes, everything under control.
cool ! - Come on, put your pants back on,
you are under arrest!
The Beguine Street. Prison in the heart of Antwerp is not exactly Ibiza.
But if you have a rich inner world,
then you feel at home everywhere.
And if you know the rules of the game, the interrogation room is a playground.
Where you can rattle the cop's ball with no limits.
of two underpaid, overworked, frustrated suckers.
Name...
First name...
Address ?
Nothing ?
Are we going to play stupid?
How long will you keep that up, do you think?
You know what you're here for, don't you?
You know your dad's here too, don't you?
And he has already told us a few things…
Sorry.
If you keep silent, you make yourself suspicious, boy.
And if you don't cooperate, it will only get worse.
Gerard Peeters, better known as the Jay.
He has told the staff of the clinic a few things about you.
Before he had a brain haemorrhage. - Jay Peeters!
The bridge of the Peerdsbos!
I thought...
If Mr. Inspector goes one step further, I'll have him.
I'll push out his eyes with my thumbs.
And madam the fashion model of the police...
I break her neck on the edge of that filthy iron table.
Perhaps there was a thought transfer or telepathy at that time.
We'll go get our sandwiches.
I hope you're not hungry
because I don't think they ordered anything for you.
Have you ever seen this girl?
Eveline van Dyck, nurse. 26 years.
Only she looks like this now.
Do you know what she said about you?
That you were committing euthanasia on the Jay without his permission!
we think.
Now that clinic is not a Catholic hosptial, but they still don't like it there.
Here...
What does that say?
Flower da Silva. Fashion model and character dancer.
Who took that photo?
Who took that photo? Me, Inspector.
For her portfolio on her Facebook. Am I saying that correctly: 'portfolio'?
Artistic, yes.
O God, God, God.
I still have to get used to it though. Let me clarify something.
Look.
Do you see what my flower was doing there?
She wanted something special.
I've never had a girlfriend that got a kick out of strangulation sex.
It was my first time.
I just did something.
Hey babe.
Baby.
Come.
The only photo that was taken of that girl after that...
that's this one.
That's not something for your portfolio, is it?
If you want to play a game, fine with me.
We're just waiting for you to get tired of it here.
We have all the time.
You weren't so bad,... as a model.
Oh, it speaks.
To my liking: a bit vulgar.
You won't be leaving anytime soon, dude,
I hope you are used to bad food and a hard mattress.
A hard mattress is good for your back.