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You think I spend all day

in front of the TV,

sitting in my armchair

doing nothing, eh?

And that I don't know

anything about anything.

Your mother liked the men. A lot.

Maybe a bit too much.

Which is why your dad threw her out.

Your mother liked your dad.

But she liked the other guys too.

Which is why I took her in.

Because she likes people.

You, Junior, me.

The difference is, you do it for money.

I want to stop, I want to come home.

Maybe it's not so bad,

you being here.

You can't do

anything stupid like that here.

Maybe your mother did

the right thing after all.

What did Mum do?

- Did Mum report me to the police?

- Who else?

OCTOBER:

Right, I hope I never

see you in here again.

I hope so too.

My mother's coming to pick me up and

I'm going to my new school on Monday.

That's good.

- Is there anything else I have to sign?

- No.

Can I wait outside?

Then I can have a cigarette.

OK.

Right, take care, Deborah. All the best.

Here you are.

A spacious living room...

with... a sea view.

A fitted kitchen.

A plain but nevertheless

attractive bathroom.

And last but not least, a light,

white bedroom with a king-size bed.

Well? Does it meet your approval? Eh?

We'd better do something about

your hair and buy you some new clothes.

You shouldn't underestimate them.

They're probably looking for you.

And if they catch you, it's off to

Beernem again, for another three months.

That's not the idea.

I was investigated by the police

while you were in Beernem.

- You didn't?

- No, no.

I said I didn't know you.

Then it was probably

that bastard Robert.

You do your best for him because he's

a good client and then that happens.

What happened to Robert?

They questioned him and

kept him in a cell for a night.

And three days later

they fished him out of the canal.

We're really going to have to

go for it now.

After those three months in Beernem

and now with this apartment.

And I had to borrow some money from

a friend that I urgently need to repay.

If I don't want them to

come and break my legs.

Good job you don't go to school,

otherwise I don't know how we'd pay.

It's just a matter of

working a bit harder and...

- That has its advantages, of course.

- Stop it.

I don't want to do that any more.

NOVEMBER:

- Deborah?

- What do you want?

- Where are you?

- It's none of your business.

- I didn't call the police this time.

- I'm supposed to believe that?

Steffie!

Hitch-hiked? Are you crazy?

You could've been abducted!

So? Anything's better than

another day in Beernem.

- Look.

- Did you cut yourself?

It's from the window

I climbed through.

Jesus, Steffie!

Can Steffie borrow some money?

- So much? I'll pay it all back.

- I'll have a gin and tonic.

Can we go to the beach? Steffie's

never been to the seaside before.

- Really?

- Well, not in the past four months.

Go on then. For five minutes.

- Bet you don't dare!

- Do you?

- I dare!

- So do I.

- Go on then.

- You first.

- What do I get if I do it?

- The glory?

- That's it, or what?

- I haven't got anything else.

- I'll do the washing up.

- I've got a dishwasher.

- Then I'll clean your windows.

- OK.

But if I do it, you have to do it too.

Aaagh, it's cold. Come on.

What's that?

- When did you buy it?

- Just now.

With Vincent's money.

- You were clean, Steffie!

- It's not that easy!

And heroin will make it easier?

I thought you were stronger than that.

I'll stop again when I've got a job

and live here.

It's not the idea that

you come and live here.

But you promised me, in Beernem.

You can't, sorry.

This is Vincent's apartment.

Anyway, there's only one bedroom.

Goodnight.

Steffie?

Steffie?

Call the cops! That's just about

the stupidest thing you could do, Bo!

- Are you going to leave her lying there?

- If the cops come, I'm in for it.

And you are too.

You'll get a bit more than

three months in Beernem.

- Vincent, if we just call the cops...

- Forget the cops!

I'll sort it. Don't worry about it.

I want to go home, Vincent. I want to

go home now. I want to go home.

Don't say that.

I want you to stay here with me.

We'll get away from here.

Catch a plane to France or Spain.

We'll get away from here, no more

bullshit. No cops, no clients, no work.

You can go back to school.

Come on.

You shouldn't stay here.

Go out and have a coffee

or go for a walk on the beach.

- What's going to happen to Steffie?

- Don't worry about it, I'll sort it.

Yeah, bring them over,

bring everybody over. Yes.

- What's going on?

- Don't worry about it.

- I just have to arrange something.

- Arrange what?

I'll be right back, then I'll explain.

OK?

Hi.

How's things?

- I'm a bit tired.

- So I see.

- It's nice to see you again.

- You too.

Jennifer, Jennifer, Vincent is

downstairs selling our ID cards.

There's a van there too.

That's not good, I'm scared.

- Bo...

- No, Jennifer. That Zahrin isn't OK.

Mum.

Come on, come on.

Vince, Vince, Vince, Vince...

Vince!

Where are we going?

Hello? Where are we going?

Please stop the car.

Please let us out, please!

- Help, help, help!

- Hey, shut up!

No. Let's call each other.

OK.

There. There. There.

Further. Further. Further.

Go behind it. Go up there.

Yeah. Yes, yes.

How are you?

Bo! Deborah!

Don't stop running! Don't stop running!

Come back!

Zahrin, we have to leave now.

Come back.

Zahrin! Zahrin!

We don't have time.

Mum?

Come back.

Zahrin.

Mum?

Can you come and get me?

I'm coming home.

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