Loft Page #3

Let's go

to open some more envelopes.

- No, I stay a little while with my friends.

- Yes. Ok. Ciao.

Seen enough uptight people for now.

Filip...

- My present.

- Really?

Take care.

There are only five copies.

Accepting the key,

is accepting the rules.

- Our women are here. Are you crazy?

- The loft is finished.

A present from me

to all of you.

But you aren't like that, huh. Look,

if not for now, maybe it comes in handy later.

You know how life can go.

Luc boy, want one?

Make sure this wont

explode in your face.

- Our own loft.

- Just need to find someone to go with you, huh Marnix?

There's plenty of fish in the sea.

But damn, those rich ones breed well.

Look, that young thing there. Look, look.

With the black hair and green dress.

- Wouldn't mind bumping into her.

- She might be just seventeen...

No, she is eighteen

and you won't touch her.

- Why? You want her, or what?

- That is Sharon.

- Is that Sharon? "Skinny" Sharon?

- Yes, yes, that's Sharon.

Is that your little sister?

She's got beautiful, man.

A few more summers and you can

pluck the flower, I think.

- Although, I think she's ripe already.

- Marnix, enough.

- What?

- It is enough. It is enough.

Besides, the seed of a friend

doesn't hurt, right?

- I'm thirsty. Won't we drink something?

- I get something.

- Pint?

- Pint.

- Never talk about my sister like that again, okay?

- Yes.

Nono, I mean it. Touch her with one finger,

and you wont produce any more seed.

- Understood?

- Yes, Filip.

Ouch!

That was a joke, uh, man. Wacko.

Hi, Chris.

- Hi.

- I don't know if you still remember,

but we have met each other

before at the opening of that building.

- Yes, I remember. Ann Marai.

- So you remember me? That's nice.

You now also work on weekends.

The mayor should be happy.

The mayor can go to hell.

You're job includes something more than

just being his assistant, huh?

And what do you mean by that,

Mr. psychiatrist?

Have you seen something else perhaps?

- You don't look really happy.

- Oh, I see.

I can see it's no fun to walk around alone

at partys such as this.

Afterwards, when you are alone with him,

you'll become number one again.

But slowly but sure you realize

you probably

will remain his second choice forever.

He says will leave his wife for me.

Is he saying that?

For how long?

I've told you so.

I always fall for the wrong men.

Shall I tell you something? A secret.

Something that remains between us.

You know what gives him a kick,

our good innocent mayor?

He finds' t great

at places like this

To keep my panties in his pocket.

It excites him. If he sees me,

knowing that wear nothing underneath

my clothes.

Jesus. I don't understand why

you let them walk over you.

Who says I let them walk over me?

Perhaps it excites me too.

Maybe I find it exciting

to tell you.

Make sure you don't catch a cold.

Chris, sorry. Yes, I do not know why...

I do not know why I said that.

- Maybe I wanted to test you.

- I don't need to be tested.

Can I have a conversation with you?

With a cup of coffee.

Somewhere in private. Please?

Vincent, that key,

I would like to use it after all.

Not for what you think.

I bring him back as soon as possible.

Chris, it's never for what I think it is.

Have fun.

Wait, men, come...

Does everyone have his key on him?

- Sure.

- Seriously, let's think this over.

There are five keys.

If anyone would want to make a copy,

he'd need a code. The code is in my safe.

Noone broke in here, so to be sure,

does everyone have his key?

You think we share our keys or what?

That's against the rules, your rules, Vince.

- Can everyone show his key?

- What do you think you'll win by that?

Maybe someone lost him.

Here is mine.

Where is your key, Chris?

- You came in without using your key.

- Yea, ok. I don't have him on me, ok?

Where is he, Chris?

I don't have him on me.

It's not like I need him every day.

- But you still have it?

- Wether I have him or not is not important now.

Not important? We only have four.

Where's the fifth?

Goddamn Chris, someone entered with a key.

Yes? How do you explain the fact that

the alarm was turned off?

That means that the one who broke in with the key,

also knew the code for the alarm.

- Unless... She let him in.

- Yes. And how did she got in then?

See, no matter how you turn it around,

you always end up with us five.

I'm getting sick of this, I wanna know who

of us is not telling the truth.

- And what's the name?

- Polyamory.

- That's when you have different relationships.

- And your boss does that?

He has a wife and a girlfriend

and who also know it from eachother.

I love my wife,

but also my girlfriend. Why should I choose?

- And his wife accepts?

- Yes.

What an idiot is she anyway?

Wouldn't that be something for,

us, boys. "Polyamarie".

Here, the fatty. Can't handle one woman.

What would you do with two?

- Can't you show at least some enthusiasm?

- It's your party.

- Besides, I have to cook.

- Come on, don't be like that..

Chris, if you insist on inviting

your friends,

at least make sure you'll be home in time.

It took a little longer at work.

You know how it goes?

And what should I do

for a little attention?

Go into rehab or something?

It's not like they are here every day.

Just join us.

Do it for me.

I hope that fat one doesn't

throw up in our living room.

He drinks whiskey as if it's water.

Doesn't his wife notice?

Well, Polyamory, all fine,

but his wife had him get caught

- And threw him out of the house.

- What an idiot, that boss of yours.

He should keep his mouth.

He should have organized it, right, Vince?

How did it end?

Now he lives in an apartment

with the woman of his life.

She is 22, blond and has fake breasts.

So typically, men loving

fake breasts.

Women, huh. Always the same when it's

about tits. Tits tits tits.

If it's done well,

what's the problem then?

My mom has false teeth.

When she smiles, will you go:

"ooh my, so fake, o no"?

No, people will say:

Mmh that's done well.

You look better than before.

This is an improvement.

That's always the same, huh.

Chicks, so jealous.

- Marnix...

- The greatest thing there is is a hot chick.

Sorry, this level is a

little too high for me.

For this much deep philosophy

My mind is too small.

Maybe you should have a transplantation there.

And have your mouth cornered up.

- That you can smile now and then.

- Marnix.

Well, Miriam, I really admire you.

You've picked out the best one.

You know what it is? That guy

should have organized better.

That would be better.

You must organize. Eh, boys?

Yeah, okay, good.

How would you organize it?

Yes, you must ensure that you find a place

where they can not catch you.

That is the key... That is the key of...

of time. Of stealing time.

It seems like you already have

considered. Soon we'll get strange thoughts of you.

Hey, Vince... Vincy Boy...

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