I've got nothing to do with this. You have to believe me.
We'd love to, Mr Stevens. But your story really is rather... strange.
Listen. We were set up. It was staged. - So you're saying you were framed?
That you are a victim? - Well, no. Not exactly. Not like...
Not like who, Mr Stevens? Not like her?
Not like this?
Did you question the others yet? - Don't worry, we're on it.
So what you're saying is it's all one big conspiracy?
Why don't you just make it easy for yourself and confess?
Tell us again what happened this morning.
Again? - Again, Mr Stevens.
From the beginning, if you don't mind...
Where were you this morning, Mr Stevens? - At home.
My wife has taken the kids skiing. - Not any more. She's on her way here.
She seemed to have a lot of questions as well.
The phone woke you this morning. What time was that?
It was about half past ten. It was Luc. He was in a real panic.
I had to come over right away, it was serious.
Luc Seynaeve? - Luc, yes. Luc.
Where did you have to come over to? - The loft. I had to come to the loft.
Did he say why he was in such a panic? - No.
Did you know why he was in a panic? - No. Not at the time.
Luc?
What's the matter?
Jesus Christ!
What the hell happened? - I swear I really don't know, Vincent.
Did you have anything to do with this? - Of course not. I found her like that.
Don't touch her. Wait for the police. - Have you called the police?
Not yet, but... - Let's not call the police yet, OK?
Jesus Christ, man!
Shit! Have you called the others? - Marnix and Chris are on their way.
I couldn't get hold of Filip. - Everyone needs to get over here, now.
Who is she? Do you know?
Do you know who that is? - Of course not.
Where'd they break in?
Nowhere. The door was locked and the alarm switched off.
No way! - The door was locked and the alarm off!
No way. Cos that means... - I know.
Someone must've used one of our keys to get in.
Jesus, Luc. What happened here?
Do you know the building on Tavernierkaai, Mr Seynaeve?
Your good pal Vincent Stevens' project. - Vincent's got lots of projects.
There's a loft on the top floor. Does that ring any bells?
You've never been there? - No.
Strange... We were told that you share the loft with your friends.
In secret, without your wives knowing.
That's ridiculous. - Is it?
Don't you sometimes take someone up there?
Mistress, one-night stand, latest catch? - That's just...
Five good pals who want some privacy while they fool around.
No hotel or VISA bills that your wife might find.
That's ridiculous. - Don't play innocent.
One of your pals has already confessed.
That surprises you, eh? Don't you want to know who?
I don't do that kind of thing. I... - You love your wife.
Yes. I love my wife. I do.
What happened to your eye, Mr Seynaeve? - I walked into a cupboard.
Have you been in a fight? - I walked into a cupboard.
Where were you this morning? - I had breakfast in town with Chris.
I've got witnesses. - Chris Van Outryve.
Dr Chris Van Outryve. The psychiatrist. - One of your loft pals.
Chris is married, he has kids. He's not the kind of guy to cheat on his wife.
Well, well, all regular family men.
Where is she? - We've got a serious problem, Chris.
Jesus!
Filip... - What did you say, Chris? Filip?
D'you think your brother's involved? - I don't know...
We'll get the blame for this. Elsie and the kids...
We've got to call the cops. - Hold on, Chris.
You know what'll happen. Or do you want Ellen to find out?
There's a body! We've got no choice.
If Filip is involved, we're going to have to report your brother.
He's the first one you thought of too, eh? Remember last time?
Or have you already forgotten? - No.
We're thinking the same thing, aren't we, Chris?
We can help him. We're pals. If he tells us what happened, maybe we can...
Maybe we can what? Dump her body somewhere? You're crazy!
Listen, I'm not taking the fall for his stupid mistakes, OK?
What the hell's going on?
Son of a bitch!
We've got a serious problem. - Christ!
D'you know if Filip was here last night? - I don't believe this!
What are you going to do?
I want to see her. - Jesus Christ, man!
Don't touch her.
Don't touch her, Chris!
Who is it?
- I don't know.
None of us has got anything to do with this, right?
Right? - We'll find out what happened,
then deal with it. We've gotta keep it quiet!
We're pals! OK?
1 year earlier
Christ, they're letting anyone in! - Hi, Vince. It's brilliant, man.
Long time no see, Ellen. You look great! - Thank you, Vincent.
The design's brilliant. Congratulations. - Thanks.
Hello, Barbara. - Hello. Hello, Ellen.
Why don't you buy one of the apartments? - Can't afford it.
Of course not. With your small salary. You poor soul!
We'll catch each other later. OK?
One hour, then we're out of here. OK? - We've only just got here. Don't start!
Wow, man! Have you seen all the good-looking chicks here?
Look, that black chick there...
Did you see that black chick? - Take it easy!
She's so hot! I wouldn't mind hacking my way through the jungle with her!
I'll even give her a head start! - Calm down, Marnix. Miriam's watching.
Oops, I'm in trouble now! - Well? Having fun, tubby?
Take it easy, pet. We were just watching the guests.
Don't embarrass me, or I'll leave you here by yourself!
Promises, promises, darling!
Luc. Isn't Elsie with you? - She felt a bit dizzy.
She's gone to measure her sugar level. - How's she doing?
Oh, here she is. How's things? - I wasn't feeling too good
but I'm OK now. - We can always go home, sweetie.
'Sweetie...' She's just measured her sugar level!
D'you think that's funny? At least he's concerned about her.
I wonder what you'd do if that were me?
I'd be only too happy to stick a needle in your bum every day, sweetie!
Can I ask you something? You're a psychiatrist, right?
Yes, I am. Chris Van Outryve.
Dr Van Outryve, yes, that was it.
Do we know each other? - No. You knew my sister.
You treated her. Sofie. Sofie Marai.
I'm very sorry about what happened to your sister.
Some people are just born unhappy, doctor. You must know that.
We'd been making good progress in the weeks before.
But her last step forward wasn't exactly a big success, was it?
Off the tenth floor.
Have you bought an apartment here? - No, the architect's a friend of mine.
You? - Me? No, no.
I came with the mayor. I work for him.
I'm his... personal assistant, shall we say.
Oh. Interesting... - No, not really.
I'm Ann, Ann Marai. - I'm sorry about your sister.
No need to apologise. You couldn't have saved her anyway.
I'm afraid it runs in the family.
You're not planning on doing something stupid, are you?
It's all I ever do, doctor. I'm always falling for the wrong men!
Everything's fine. It's under control. Thanks.
Are you OK? Thanks, pal...
Filip. - Hi, Vincenzo.
Not your first party tonight?
Sorry about my friend here! I'll introduce you.
She works with me.
And she works under me.
Oh no, my brother's coming over to lecture me!
Hello, Chris. How's things?
Friends of Vicky's? Or are you just babysitting?
Hey, I'm still not married, I can have a little fun!
It's not that I don't love Vicky. I do. But that doesn't mean I hate other women.
I'm glad you came. I want to show you something. Come with me.
Where are Marnix and Luc? - I don't know.
Chris? Aren't you coming?
There.
What d'you think, guys? - Fancy place!
Very nice. What are you going to do with it?
It needs furnishing, but it's an oasis of peace right in the city centre.
Your oasis still needs some work.
A place where nobody bothers you. You can come here
whenever you want, with whoever you want.
A place where you can... how shall I put it? Steal time.
Steal time?
So, should I sell it? - D'you want to keep it for yourself?
And a few friends, maybe. - To do what?
The waiters don't come up here, eh? I'm going back down.
Give me the key, so I can show Filip's chicks your oasis!
Laureys! Stay here! Those are decent girls!
D'you know how much they cost?
Why would we rent a loft here? - No one needs to know what you do here.
But the idea that you've got a secret place to go to...
Don't be stupid, you know what I mean. - Yeah. But I'm not like that.
I don't think Luc is, either. - Aren't we all a bit like that?
Or wouldn't we all like to be a bit like that?
If you say so...
You can come here to read your paper, if you like. For goodness sake...
I've gotta get out of here. I can't stay here.
Luc. Where are you going? Luc? Luc!
You can't fall apart now. Not now.
We've got to get through this together. - Calm down.
We mustn't panic, mustn't lose our heads. - It's over, Vince. Can't you see?
It'll all come out. - No. We'll deal with it.
Come on!
This is Filip. Leave a message after the beep.
Shit, man. What will we do if he doesn't come? If he's run off?
Filip will come, he must come.
What if it's like last time? We can't keep on covering up for him.
Guys, take a look at this!
What's this, guys?
What does it mean? Chris, what does it mean?
Do you know Latin, doctor? - Pardon?
Do you know Latin?
Yes, I know Latin. Sorry...
Then maybe you can tell us what's written on the wall?
Fatum nos iungebit.
I can read. But what does it mean?
Fatum nos iungebit, fate will link us.
Fate. Or death, if you like. Written in her blood.
Our investigations revealed that the victim is unlikely to know Latin.
So it's quite possible someone else wrote that.
But using her finger.
Someone who does know Latin, doctor.
Fatum nos iungebit is wrong. - What do you mean, wrong?
The imperfect future of the verb to join, iungere,
isn't iungebit, it's iunget. It should say fatum nos iunget.
Whoever you're looking for made a classic mistake in Latin.
But you probably already knew that.
Do you know the expression 'fuck you'?
It's not Latin, but I'm sure you understand it!
Where's your brother, doctor?
Everyone else is here except him. We can't get hold of him.
I'm sorry, I've no idea where he is.
He's your half-brother, isn't he? Same mother, different father?
He and his sister have been in various children's homes.
They went into care after our mother died.
Filip wasn't so lucky with his father. - Obviously.
A serious alcoholic. He hit his children.
You didn't see much of your brother. Now you're best friends.
Yeah. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for.
What's that? 'Fate will link us.' Is that meant for us. Chris?
Is that meant for us? Where the fucking hell is Filip?
Everyone else is here. - How should I know where he is?
What the fuck is that?
That's from here. That's a knife from here.
Christ, they'll be blaming us for this!
Where the fuck is Filip? - Where d'you think?
Can someone tell me what's going on?
Bastard! Sadist! - What's the matter?
Stop it! Now is not the time.
Touch me one more time and you'll be lying there next to her!
Have you got anything to do with this? - Why would I have?
We'll help if you need a good lawyer. - But I don't need a lawyer...
Take it easy, Filip.
Were you here last night? - No, I wasn't here last night.
I was at my parents-in-law's. Call Vicky and check.
Why did it take so long to get here?
I was at a building site with my father-in-law.
I couldn't just leave. Great to hear this voice whingeing in your voicemail,
'There's a body in the loft.' - I don't get it.
And where were you? Before you accuse everyone else. Where were you?
I was at home last night. - Any witnesses?
Don't you believe me? No, no witnesses. Barbara's in Les Arcs with the kids.
If anyone here has got anything to do with this, he should say so now!
Now's the time! Now!
Thank you, they're lovely.
Filip finally got hitched. I'll drink to that!
Which one's his father-in-law? - Him over there.
Ludwig Tyberghein, Mr Concrete. - Building projects round the world.
Filthy rich and she's an only child.
Filip is home and dry! - Let's hope he'll be happy.
She looks like a decent girl, Chris.
Well, well. Look who's here.
Tyberghein's been on a building spree here since Van Esbroeck became mayor.
Wasn't Van Esbroeck at your opening? - Yeah, just to show his fancy face.
If it's anything lucrative, they prefer their own architects.
Oh, so the big boys won't let you play? They're so mean!
That's not fair. You draw such nice little houses...
Hey, my nice suit!
Nice, eh? Don't you think? A fancy wedding like this.
They say money doesn't bring happiness but that's just to fool the poor.
Isn't it?
Well, guys, you've lost him now. He's all mine now.
Congratulations, Vicky. He's a real character!
You do realise that? - Yes, but I'll tame him.
Right, darling? - Yeah.
The birdie's in a cage and I've got the key.
But it is a gold cage, pal!
Can I tell them? - Yes, of course. Go on.
Filip's going to start working for my dad next month.
No more lying in the sack all morning, eh pal?
Gotta go sell houses with daddy! - I'll get you thrown out!
My security guys will kick your ass!
Come on, let's go and open some more envelopes.
I'm gonna stay here with my friends. - OK. Bye.
I've seen enough fancy folk for now!
Filip...
Here's my present. - Are you serious?
Take good care of it, there are only five of them.
Accepting the key means you accept the rules of the loft, guys.
Our wives are here, you idiot! - The loft is finished. Go and see.
It's a gift from me to all of you.
But you're not like that, right? If not for now, maybe for later.
Who knows what life holds? Luc? You?
Just make sure it doesn't blow up in your face.
Wow, guys, our own loft! - Just gotta find someone to take there!
There's plenty of choice right here. Those rich folks attract great pussy!
Look at that young chick there. With black hair, in a green dress.
I'll gladly show her my etchings. - She's about 17!
She's 18. Keep your hands off her or you'll regret it!
What? You and her? - That's Sharon.
Is that Sharon? Skin-and-bones Sharon? - Yes, that's Sharon.
Is that your little sister? Wow, she's grown into a real beauty!
Two more summers and she's ripe for picking!
Although I reckon she's ripe now! - Marnix! That's enough!
What? - That's enough.
But pals share their goodies...
I'm thirsty. Are we gonna have another drink?
A beer. - A beer.
Don't talk about my sister like that! - OK.
I mean it. If you ever lay a finger on her, you're dead! Got it, pal?
Yes, Filip, OK.
I was just joking, man. You're crazy!
Hello, Chris. - Hello.
I don't know if you remember, but we met at a gallery opening.
Yes, I know. Ann Marai. - So you do remember me. That's nice.
I see you work weekends too. The mayor should be pleased.
The mayor can get stuffed.
I think you're a bit more than just his assistant.
What do you mean, Mr Psychiatrist? Have you noticed something?
You don't look very happy. - Right.
I imagine it's not much fun always being left on your own at parties.
Later, when you're alone with him, you'll have all his attention again.
But you're gradually realising that you'll always be his mistress.
He says he's going to leave his wife for me.
Is that what he says? How long has he been saying it?
I told you. I always fall for the wrong men.
Shall I tell you something? A little secret, between you and me?
D'you know what turns our respectable mayor on?
He just loves having my panties in his pocket at events like this.
That turns him on, seeing me and knowing I'm not wearing anything under my dress.
Jeez, I don't understand why you let him treat you like that.
Who says I let him treat me like that?
Maybe it turns me on too.
Maybe telling you is turning me on.
Make sure you don't catch cold.
Chris, sorry... I don't know why I said that.
Maybe I was testing you or something. - I don't need to be tested.
Could I talk to you?
Over a cup of coffee. Some place where we won't be disturbed. Please?
Vincent, that key. I want to use it. Not for what you think.
I'll give it back as soon as I can.
It's never for what I think, Chris.
Have fun.
Wait. Has everyone still got their key? - Of course everyone has.
Seriously, let's think logically. Five keys were made.
You need a code to have another made. It's in my safe, so we can forget that.
No one's broken in. So just to make sure. Has everyone still got their key?
D'you think we give our keys to people?
That's against the rules. Your rules, Vince.
Can everyone get out their key? - What's the point of that?
A key may've been lost. Then we can rule that out.
Here. Here's mine.
Where's your key, Chris?
You didn't use your key to get in. - I haven't got my key with me.
Where is it, Chris? - I haven't got it on me, OK?
I don't use it every day. - It's not lost?
It doesn't matter whether I've got my key with me now or not.
We've only got four. Where's the fifth?
Christ, Chris, someone must've used a key to get in.
Oh yeah? How d'you explain the alarm being switched off?
Whoever got in here also knew the code to the alarm.
Unless... she let him in, of course. - And how did she get in then?
Whichever way you look at it, it always comes back to us.
I'd really like to know which one of us is hiding something here.
What did you say it's called? - Polyamory.
Multipartnered relationships. - And your boss is into that?
He's got a wife and a girlfriend and they know about each other.
He says he loves his wife and he loves his girlfriend, why should he choose?
And his wife doesn't mind? What a silly cow!
Sounds like something for us, eh boys? 'Polly-maria'...
Hey, tubby. You can't cope with one woman, how would you cope with two?
You could look a bit enthusiastic. - It's your party.
Anyway, I've got to cook. - Don't be like this.
If you have to invite your friends round, Chris,
at least be home on time. - I had to stay at work a bit longer.
What do I have to do to get some attention?
Get myself admitted to your hospital?
It's not like they're always here!
Come and join us. Do it for me.
I hope tubby doesn't throw up all over the lounge!
He's drinking whisky like it's water. Can't his wife see?
Polyamory may be fine, but his wife eventually had someone catch him at it
and threw him out. - Your boss is a real sap.
He should've kept his trap shut and organised things better, eh Vince?
What happened in the end?
He now lives in a tiny flat with the woman of his dreams.
She's 22, blonde and has false breasts.
Typical... Why do men like fake breasts?
Women! Always whining about fake tits!
If they look good, they look good.
My mom's got false teeth. When she laughs, are you gonna say,
'Oh dear, they're false!'
No, people will say that they look good.
You look better than you did. It's an improvement.
It's always the same with women, they're always jealous!
Marnix... - Nothing beats a beautiful chick!
This is a little too high-brow for me...
My IQ's too low for profound philosophy. - Maybe you should have it enlarged?
And get the corners of your mouth lifted, so you can smile for once.
Well, Miriam, I really admire your choice in men.
No, d'you know what? That guy should've organised things better.
That would've been better. You've gotta be organised, right?
OK then, how would you organise things?
You have to find some place where they can't catch you.
That is the key to... that is the key to time... to stealing time.
Sounds like you've already given it some thought. Any more strange ideas?
Hey, Vince, Vincey boy. Stop talking drivel, pal.
Click-click, the key, there's the trick. The key to the...
Marnix!
Let's go and get some fresh air. It'll do you good.
Sorry. Sorry, boys.
Don't worry about it. He gets like this when he's been drinking.
Why haven't I got someone like you for a husband?
Oops, sorry. - Don't worry about it.
I felt a bit queasy after that starter. Thai food...
It's spicy. Can be hard on your nose... - Yeah, exactly.
We need some more insulin, this is almost gone.
Luc, is there something you should tell me?
What should I tell you? - Are you keeping secrets from me?
Of course not. - Are you in love with someone else?
You can tell me. - Why are you asking strange questions?
No, I'm not cheating on you. - That wasn't what I asked.
I asked if you were in love with someone else...
Elsie, I may not be as exciting as the rest but I will always be there for you.
Always. For you and the children.
I don't know what I would do without you, Luc.
There's a lot I could put up with...
What are you doing? - We've got to get rid of her.
We can't, Vince. The handcuffs won't fuckin' open!
Can't you see what's going on? Someone's trying to set us up!
Who'd want to do that? - Think. A handcuffed body.
The Latin, the knife, all in our loft.
Who else knows about our arrangement? Has anyone ever given the game away?
You, Marnix? - What? Why me?
Because you were totally hammered maybe? - No!
I've always kept to the rules. - Did you reveal the code to the alarm?
Or enter it with someone watching? - No!
Why are you looking at me? - What are you trying to say?
Maybe someone wants revenge, wants it all to come out?
Who'd want revenge?
I don't know. A jealous boyfriend, a rejected mistress, someone like that.
Is anyone of us in trouble?
I think you're sweet. - Uh-oh, that sounds like 'pathetic'.
No.
You're one of the good ones.
That's a strange thing to say, given the circumstances.
I don't know.
Who does this loft belong to? - A friend.
He's abroad. - He seems to have been abroad for ages.
I love you, Ann.
You shouldn't say something like that to me, Chris.
I mean it. - Yes. And why?
Because you feel you have to say it?
I don't cheat on my wife or fall in love at the drop of a hat.
I don't want you to be in love with me. Our rendezvous are exciting.
But real life's not like that. - I'd like to give it a try.
If you don't shut up, I'll say something mean.
I'm fed up with all the lies, all the secrecy.
I want to tell Ellen everything. And... I'm going to leave her.
You can only be hurt by people you love.
I'll never hurt you, Ann.
I'm not talking about you. You don't know me.
Give me the chance to get to know you. - I'm a whore, Chris! OK?
I sleep with men for money. That's what I am, a whore!
What did you say? - Don't worry, doctor.
I won't be sending you a bill for the past few months.
What did you say? - Forget it. You don't know half of it.
Is Chris cheating on his wife? - Eh, I don't think so, officer.
Chris is a devoted husband... - All your friends are real family men!
You should all open a fuckin' shop!
But you've done a few things you shouldn't, eh pal?
Why does your wife want a divorce?
I don't know about a divorce... We've just separated for a while.
Why? - My wife found something out
that she wasn't very pleased about. - You cheated on her.
Technically speaking... yes.
And how did she find out? - The woman that I...
That you cheated on her with. - Yes. Her.
She'd obviously expected more
and turned up at our place. The stupid...
The lady in question started telling my wife all about it...
I hope my wife will forgive me for my mistake, because I love her.
Cheating is fun, but getting caught is a bitch, right?
Did you take the woman to the loft? - No, no, it happened in Düsseldorf.
In Düsseldorf? - What were you doing there?
There was a trade fair there. Vince had some VIP tickets
and two were going spare. A couple of nights at a fancy hotel, away from home.
You were one of the lucky recipients. - I was one of the lucky recipients...
You don't dare! 100 euro. 200 euro.
She keeps looking at you, man!
Invite her over. You can have her. I'll have the leftovers.
In your dreams! - I'm not interested in those girls.
Why not? They're begging for it!
Far too easy! - Come on, Vince!
I prefer women who are worth the effort, who are special.
I like discovering unknown islands. - Look over there.
A whole group of islands! An atoll, Luc!
Vince, does Barbara know about these 'discovery trips' of yours?
Why would I want to hurt her with that? - Hey, take it easy, man.
You've got a key to the loft. What d'you do there? The washing up?
Well! More Belgians in the hotel!
My name's Anja. I'm waiting for a colleague from work.
It's expensive here, isn't it? - Can we buy you a drink?
That'd be nice of you. Can I have something other than a beer?
What are you drinking? Is that champagne?
She'll scare off all the good-looking girls, man!
A glass of champagne.
Ugly girls always have pretty friends. - What if she's the prettiest one?
Look, look! I don't believe it, Mr Concrete is here too.
And he's not here with Mrs Concrete, either.
All guys are the same! - What wisdom, Anja! I'll drink to that.
You're a weird guy, you know that?
A bottle of champagne, please, and four glasses for that table over there.
Weren't you at Vicky's wedding? Filip's friends?
The architect? - Vincent Stevens.
I designed... - I've heard of you.
Maybe we should get together. I can always use an architect.
Great, Mr Tyberghein. - We've got a big project
in Antwerp, Left Bank. Apartment blocks, luxury apartments.
Very trendy and all that crap. It may be right up your street.
But it's still all very hush-hush. I hope you can be discreet.
It would be a challenge... - Discretion, Mr Stevens.
That's something I insist on. Dictum sapienti sat est.
A word to the wise is enough.
Are you a good listener? - Definitely... definitely.
I'm in software and I can also be very discreet.
Put everything these people drink on my bill.
Enjoy the rest of your evening, gentlemen.
Thank you.
Miss...
Who does that bastard think he is? Dictum sapienti, my ass!
There, look. Someone else on a discovery trip!
That's the mayor's whore, Marnix.
Hello, this is Ann Marai. Messages after the beep.
Who are you calling at this late hour?
No one. Just listening to my voicemail. Why?
Listening to your voicemail. What did it say?
'You're a poor liar, Chris Van Outryve?'
Why d'you say that? Is something up? - I don't know.
Perhaps that's what I should be asking you!
Ellen, I... - I'm going to bed.
Can you turn the lights off? - Ellen!
Guys' brains are between their legs!
Yeah? There are two things in women's magazines.
What pigs men are and how to seduce them.
But why take on a whole pig, when you only need a tiny bit of one?
Can't leave you alone for five minutes! - Five minutes?
Sarah, sweetheart, I've been waiting here for you for an hour!
Fortunately for me, I found some sponsors!
Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friends?
Was that the first time you met her? - Yes, that was the first time.
Sarah Delporte. - Yes, Sarah.
What happened in Düsseldorf?
What do you want to know? - Everything.
If they catch us, they'll throw us out. - You're terrible, Sarah!
You shouldn't have dared me!
There, the swimming pool. - Shall we go back, Vincent?
Before something happens we'll regret. - Come on, Luc.
This is really exciting, eh? - A bit too exciting for me.
Come on, Vincent. Take your clothes off.
You wanted to swim in the nude. We had a bet, now I want my prize.
My scampi are about to reappear.
What? You haven't seen anything yet. You're serious?
There. - What d'you mean, there?
More? - Yes, more.
Yeah... not bad... for such an old guy!
You like playing games. - Who's playing games here?
You dared me, so we'd end up here
which is what you wanted all along... - As if I would...
Come on, your turn. Come on.
Luc, is it still too exciting or do you feel more relaxed now?
Nice, isn't it? - Lovely.
Aren't you coming in, Luc? - I'm fine here.
But I need you, Luc,
because Vincent's going to try to hit on me
and if you're there, he may not dare.
You're a cheeky minx! - It's not true, then?
You've been paying me compliments all evening
and that naughty way you look at me. Do that look again.
That eye contact that lasts a bit too long. No, really.
You're very good, Vincent. - I think so too.
Did you think I'd given you the go-ahead?
Sorry, Vincent, you disappoint me. - You really like playing games!
I'll tell you something. I'm better at it than you are.
Can you feel me? - Yes.
Marnix? Are you here? Marnix?
I want the key to our room, pal.
Marnix. - Leave us alone for a bit, Luc.
You're scared. You're running away from your feelings, aren't you?
I don't want to say goodbye.
I'm sorry it has to end this way, Sarah...
Are you actually capable of loving someone?
I'm sorry.
Why are you throwing that away? - Because it's empty.
You were here last night, weren't you, pal?
If you were here last night, why don't you say so? We're your friends.
She was here when I left. She was still alive then.
Someone came round after I left.
Well, say so then. You're just making the whole thing worse.
We should go to the police.
We can't sort this out. - Are you crazy? What do we say?
And to our wives?
Vince has got something to tell you. - What do you want to tell us, Vincent?
What the fuck?
Go on, answer it.
Hello?
Who is it?
A real estate agent to see the loft.
The loft is up for sale. - What?
See, I was right! Fuckin' hell!
How can it be for sale, Chris? - She's come to see a Sarah Delporte.
Who is Sarah Delporte?
Who is she, guys? And who put this place up for sale?
She did. or what?
You know her, Marnix. - What? What are you saying?
That you know her.
So does Luc.
That's Sarah Delporte there.
I swear I've never seen her before. - You're lying. You do know her.
Why d'you say that? - We met her in Düsseldorf.
A couple of months ago, that last evening in the bar.
She was Anja's friend.
Come on!
I was totally pissed, I don't remember. - I know, Marnix.
But you weren't, eh Luc? - Is that her?
Goddammit!
Don't be stupid, Luc. You spoke to her. - How am I supposed to know it's her?
I don't know who that is. You turned her over, you saw her. I didn't.
Do you know her or not, Luc? - When you see a body,
you're not gonna think of a girl you met one evening in a hotel bar.
He's twisting the facts, that's what he's doing. Don't you see?
You've made a mistake, madam. We don't know anyone called Sarah Delporte.
Come on, Filip.
Do you know her? - I can't see, dammit!
Who's that?
Was that what you wanted to tell us, Vincent?
We were seeing each other, OK? I brought her here a couple of times.
But I swear on my children's lives, I've got nothing to do with this.
On your children's lives? Jesus Christ, man!
Were you here with her last night? Did you bring her here?
I don't want to say goodbye.
I finished it last night.
Vincent...
She was alive when I left her, Chris, I swear... Anyway, so what?
That still doesn't explain why someone here put our loft up for sale!