Loft

I have nothing to do with this.

I mean it. You have to believe me.

We'd love to believe that, Mr.. Stevens.

But your explanation is quite strange, to say the least.

Look, they tricked us.

It was a setup.

So you were framed?

Is that it?

- That you yourself are a victim?

- Not like that... Not like...

Not like who, Mr. Stevens?

Not like her?

Not like this?

- Have you checked the story of the others?

- We are working on it, don't worry.

So this all is a big conspiracy,

If I get this right.

Why don't you make it yourself easy

and confess?

Tell us again what happened

this morning?

- Again?

- Again, Mr. Stevens.

From the beginning,

if you would be so kind.

- Where were you this morning, Mr. Stevens?

- Home.

- My wife is gone skiing with the kids.

- Not anymore. She's going to join us soon.

And I think she had also quite

a few questions to ask.

You received a wake-up call this morning.

What time did you get that call?

That must have been around 10.30.

It was Luc. Completely in panic.

He said something bad happened,

I had to come right away.

- Luc Seynaeve?

- Luc, yes, yes. Luc.

Where did he want you to go?

The loft.

I had come straight to the loft.

- Did he tell you why he was in panic?

- No.

- Did you know why he was in a panic?

- No. Not yet.

Luc?

Luc?

What is it?

Jesus.

What happened here?

I do not know, Vincent.

I really do not know.

- Do you have something to do with this?

- No. I came in and she was there.

- Don't touch. We wait for the police.

- Did you call the police?

- Not yet, but that's...

- Let's not call them yet, Okay?

Jesus, man.

- Goddamn. Did you call the others already?

- Marnix and Chris are on their way.

- Filip I could not reach.

- Keep calling. Everyone should come.

Who is that? Do you know?

- Do you know who it is?

- Of course not.

- How did they break in?

- The door wasn't damaged and the alarm was off.

- Can't be.

- The door was locked and the alarm was off.

That can't be. That would mean...

I know. Someone entered with one of our keys.

Goddamn, Luc.

What happened here?

- Do you know the building at the Tavernierkaai?

- No.

- The project of your good friend Vincent.

- Vincent has many projects.

There is a loft on the top floor.

Doesn't ring a bell?

- No.

- Never been?

No.

Strange, according to our information

you share the loft with your friends.

In secret.

Your wifes don't know about it.

- That is ridiculous.

- Is that so?

So you never take women to that place?

Hookers, shags.

- The fresh fish of the day?

- This is just...

Five friends who want privacy

when they cheat on their women.

No struggling with hotel bills,

credit cards, things your wife could find.

- That is really ridiculous.

- Don't act like you're innocent, dude.

One of your mates confessed everything already

Scary, huh?

Don't you wanna know who?

- I don't do those kind of things.

- You love your wife?

Yes. I love my wife, yes.

- What happened to your eye?

- I bumped onto a closet.

- Catched a fight?

- I bumped onto a closet.

Where were you this morning?

I had breakfast with Chris

in the city. There are witnesses.

Chris Van Outryve?

Dr Van Outryve. The psychiatrist.

One of your loft friends.

Chris is married, has children. Not

the kind of man who'd cheat on his wife.

Come... All innocent fathers at home.

- Where is she?

- We have a serious problem, Chris.

Goddamn.

- Filip...

- What are you saying now Chris, Filip?

- Do you think your brother is behind this?

- I don't know what to think.

This is gonna hit us like a boomerang.

Elsie, the children...

- We should call the police.

- Hold on, Chris.

You know what happens then, right?

Do you want Ellen to learn all about this?

We have a dead body on our hands now.

We have no choice.

Chris, if he's right, if Filip is involved,

we have to turn your brother in.

His name popped up first in your head too?

Remember last time?

- Or have you already forgotten?

- No.

We think alike,

eh, Chris? Not?

We can help him. We are friends,

if he tells us what happened.

Then what?

Get rid of the body, or what? Nuts.

Listen, I'm not gonna pay for his mistakes.

Oh, this can't be.

Oh, kiss my f***ing balls now.

- We have a serious problem, Marnix

- Man...

- Do you know if Filip has been here?

- How can this be?

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

- I want to see her.

- Oh, Jesus, man.

Stay away from her.

Stay away from her, Chris.

Who is it?

- Who is it?

- I don't know.

One of us is involved in this, right?

- Huh? Right?

- We're gonna find out what happened.

and we're gonna find a way to fix this.

This can't be leaked. We are friends, ok?

- They really let everyone in here.

- Hey, Vince. Well done.

Ellen, it's been too long.

You look fantastic.

Thank you, Vincent.

- It is a clever design. Congratulations.

- Merci.

- Hey.

- Hey, Barbara.

- Dag. Day, Ellen.

- Barbara.

- Don't you wanna buy a apartment here?

- I'm afraid we can't afford that.

That is true. With your salary.

You're such a poor guy.

- Hey, we see eachother later. Okay?

- Yes, that's fine.

Honey, one hour, no longer.

Then we leave.

Honey, we just got here.

Don't start.

Jesus, did you see the hot womenl

walking around here? Oh, my God.

- Look, look, that ebony...

- Yeah.

- Have you seen her?

- I've seen her. Calm down, man.

That looks like a hot babe. Wouldn't

mind chasing her in the jungle.

- She even gets a 100 meter lead.

- Marnix, quiet. Miriam looks.

- Crap, I'm busted.

- What? Having fun, fatty?

Going easy, babe.

Just checking out the people.

Don't embarras me or I leave you behind here.

Don't give me false hope, honey.

Always t hose promises.

- Luc. Elsie is not there?

- She felt a little dizzy.

- She gone to measure her sugar balance.

- How is she doing actually?

- Here, Elsie. Everything good?

- I just had a bad moment.

- But it's okay now.

- If you feel sick, we go home, ok sweety.

'Sweety'... And she has just

checked her sugar balance.

Do you find that funny, fatty?

At least he cares for his wife.

What would you do,

if I had that?

But honey, I'd love to give you

a shot in your ass every day.

May I ask you something?

You're a psychiatrist, right?

- Yes, Chris Van Outryve.

- Doctor van Outryve true. That was it.

- Do we know each other?

- No, you've known my sister.

She has in therapy with you.

Sofie. Sofie Marai.

I'm terribly sorry for what happened

to your sister.

Oh well, some people are just born unhappy.

You should know that, doctor.

Yes... I don't understand it though.

We made alot of progress the last few weeks.

But that last leap forward wasn't

a big success, was it?

Ten floors.

- Have you bought an apartment here?

- No, the architect is a friend.

- You?

- Me? No, no, no...

I'm here with the mayor.

I work for him.

I'm his...

personal assistant, so to speak.

- Ah yes. Interesting?

- Not really.

- I'm Ann. Ann Marai.

- Sorry about your sister.

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