Loft Page #2

Don't be bothered.

You couldn't save her anyway.

It's a family thing, I think.

You aren't planning anything silly either, I hope.

I don't do anything else, doctor. I always

fall for the wrong guy.

Aah!

Okay. Everything under control.

Thank you.

- Hey, everything ok?

- Filip?

- Filip?

- Thank you. Hey, Vincenzo.

This isn't your first party today, huh?

Sorry my friend fell into the champaign,

I'll introduce you.

This is a colleague

from the office.

And that is a colleague

from beneath desk.

Oh, no. My brother is here already

to pull on my ears.

- Hey, Chris. Everything good?

- Yes. Vicky's girlfriends? or are you babysitting?

Can't I enjoy life for a lil while.

I'm still not married after all.

It's not like I don't love Vicky.

But it aint bad in someone elses bed either.

It's good you're here because I'd wanna

show you guys something. Come.

- Where are Marnix and Luc?

- No idea.

Chris? Aren't you coming?

There we go.

- So guys, what do you think?

- Nice.

Beautiful, man.

But what are we doing here

Gotta finish the interior, but this

is an oasis of rest in the middle of the city

Looks like theres still alot of work on your oasis.

A place where nobody can bother you,

where you can meet with whoever you want.

Wouldn't that be fun? This place

where you can... How should I say?

- Steal time.

- Steal time?

- Should I sell it?

- Would you like to keep yourself?

- With a few friends, for example.

- To do what?

Those waiters aint going to visit us up here,

I guess? I go back.

Give me your key. Then I can show Filips

chicks every corner of this room.

Stay here.

These are decent girls. Hey.

Do you know what they cost me?

- Why hire a loft, Vincent?

- Nobody has to know what you do here.

The idea you can come here,

without anyone knowing.

- Do not be silly. You know what I mean.

- I know, but I'm not like that, Vince. You know that.

- Luc neither, I think.

- Aren't we all a little like that?

Or wouldn't we all wanna be a little

like that?

Yes, if you say so...

You can also just read

your newspaper here. Come on.

I have to go, I can't stay here.

- I cant stay here.

- Where are you going? Luc?!

You can't run away.

This is not the time.

- We have to go through this together. Like we agreed.

- Marnix, calm down!

- Luc, we can't panic now.

- It's over. Don't you realize it?!

- It's gonna explode in our face

- Wrong. We are gonna fix this.

Leave a message after the beep.

I'll call back.

Sh*t, man. What do we do if he

doesn't come? If he ran away?

Filip wome come. He must come.

He has no choice.

What if it's like last time?

We can't protect him forever.

Guys.

Man, what is this again?

What does that mean?

Chris, what does that mean?

- Do you know Latin, doctor?

- Sorry?

If you know Latin?

Yes. Yes, I... I know Latin. Yeah, sorry.

Ah. Then maybe you can explain

what's written on this wall here.

Fatum nos iungebit.

Yes... I can read that myself.

But what does it mean? Huh?

Fatum nos iungebit,

fate will unite us.

Fate. Or death. As you wish.

Written with her blood.

Now it appears that the victim

wasn't exactly someone who knew Latin.

So it's most likely someone else

wrote it.

But with her finger, huh. Like this.

Someone who knows Latin, doctor.

- Fatum nos iungebit is wrong.

- What do you mean, wrong?

The term uniting, is not iungebit,

but iunget.

It should be:

"fatum nos iunget".

The one you are looking for made a classic

Latin language mistake..

But that you probably knew already, as well?

Do you know the term "f*** you"?!

That's not Latin,

but you understand it too, don't you?

Where is your brother, doctor?

Everyone is here except him.

We can't seem to track him down.

I do not know where he is. Sorry.

- He is actually your half brother, right?

- Yes.

Same mother, different father.

Spend some time in institutions with his sister.

They were put there after our mother died.

- Filip had less luck with his father.

- Apparently.

A heavy alcoholic.

Hit his children.

You two never had much contact.

And now you are best friends.

Yes. We have...

alot to catch up.

What is that? "Faith will unite us"

Is that ment for us? Chris?

Is that ment for us?

And where the heck is Filip, dammit?

- Everyone is here except him.

- How should I know where he is?

What the f*** is this?

It's from here.

That's a knife from the kitchen.

We are gonna get the blame for this,

don't you realize that?

- Where is Filip? Goddamn.

- What do you think?

Can someone tell me

what happened here?

- You, a**hole. Sadist!

- What is it, friend? Hey. What is it?

Stop! This isn't the moment for that now.

Touch me one more time

and you'll end up next to her, f*ggot.

- Filip, you got anything to do with this?

- Why should I?

You know you can count on us,

if you need a good lawer, we'll...

- I don't need a lawyer.

- Quiet, Filip.

- Have you been here tonight?

- No.

I slept at Vickys place last night.

Call her if you don't believe me.

What took you so long to get here?

Because this morning I was at a construction site,

I couldn't just walk away there.

Very funny when theres a whining idiot

on your voice-mail:

- "There's a dead body in the loft."

- I don 't get it.

And where have you been? Before you

accuse everyone. Where have you been?

- I was home yesterday.

- Yes? Witnesses?

You don't believe me? No, no witnesses.

Barbara is in Les Arcs with the children.

If any of us has something to do with this,

then speak up now.

Now is the time. Now.

- Thank you, beautiful.

- Congratulations.

Filip's life is over as well now.

I'll raise a pint to that.

- Who is his father in law?

- He there.

Ludwig Tyberghein, "Daddy Concrete".

Construction projects from here till Tokyo.

Stinking rich. It is his only daughter.

- So Filip won the lottery with her?

- Yes... He looks very happy.

Come on, Chris, she looks

like a good girl?

Oh look, what a happy bunch.

Since Van Esbroeck became mayor, buildings

pop up all over the city thanks toTyberghein.

- Wasn't he at the opening of your building?

- To show his rich arrogant face, yes.

But when it's pay time, they rather

work with their own architects.

Aw, you can't play with the big boys?

That ain't fair, huh.

Shouldn't be.

Like you can draw houses.

Come on, my beautiful costume.

Nice huh? Don't you think so?

Such a nice wedding party.

Money can not buy happiness. That's

what they want the poor people to believe.

- Ain't I right?

- Yes...

Guys, you lost him now.

- He's mine now.

- Congratulations, Vicky.

- You picked out a special one, you know that right?

- I know. I will tame him.

- Right, honey?

- Of course.

The bird is in my cage

and I have the key.

But a golden cage,

eh, buddy.

- Can I say?

- Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

Next month

Filip will start working with my dad.

No more stinking in your bed till 2pm.

Hit the road with daddy selling houses.

Watch out or I'll throw you out.

I have security for gangsters like you.

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