Loft Page #4

Don't joke, eh, buddy.

Hey. Crick crack, key in the pocket.

The key of the...

Marnix.

Let's get some air.

That'll do you good.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry, boys.

Don't worry Miriam. You know he's

always like that when he's drunk.

Why don't I have a guy like you?

- Oh... Sorry.

- No problem.

I was a little uncomfortable

because of the food. That thai...

That's spicy, huh.

That can cut through your nose.

Yes, indeed, yes. Whatever.

We need to get new insulin.

These are almost gone.

Luc, is there something

you must tell me?

- What would I have to tell you?

- Do you have secrets for me?

Of course not.

Is there somebody else

you love?

- You can tell me.

- Why do you ask such weird questions?

- No, I don't cheat on you.

- But I didn't ask that, Luc.

I asked if there was somone else that

you... Au...

Elsie, I may not be that exciting

as the rest.

but I'll always be there for you.

Always.

For you and for the children.

I wouldn't know what to do without

you, Luc.

I'd tolerate alot.

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?

- She needs to get out of here.

That's impossible, Vincent. She's chained.

Can't you see, goddamned.

Can't you see what's going on?

Someone is trying to set us up.

- Who would want to do that?

- Think for a minute.

A dead body chained with handcuffs,

that quote, that knife. In our loft.

Anyone else knows of our dates?

Did any of you ever said too much?

- You, Marnix?

- What? Why me?

- Don't know, you drink alot...

- No. Are you crazy?

- I've always followed the rules.

- Haven't told anyone the code of the alarm?

- Or entered the code when someone was looking?

- No. Why are you looking at me?

What are you trying to say?

Maybe someone wants revenge.

Someone who wants everything to be leaked.

Who would

want to take revenge?

I don't know. A husband of some girl, a

jealous boyfriend, an ex-girlfriend.

Is there anyone of us in trouble?

- I think you're sweet.

- Oh, that sounds a little pathetic, huh.

No.

You are one of the good men.

A little strange to say,

given the circumstances.

I don't know.

- Whose loft is this anyway?

- From a friend.

- He's gone for business.

- For long, apparently.

I love you, Ann.

You don't have

to tell me such things, Chris.

- I mean it.

- And... Why?

Because you feel you need to say it.

I've never cheated on my wife before.

I don't fall in love quickly.

I don't want you to be in love with me.

Besides, we only meet on exciting moments.

- This is not life.

- I would like to give it a chance, Ann.

If you are not going to stop now,

I'll say mean things.

I'm sick of the lies.

All that sneaky stuff.

I want to tell Ellen everything...

and I'll leave her.

The only people who can hurt you,

are the ones you really love.

I will never hurt you.

But I am not talking about you.

You don't know me.

- Give me the chance to meet you.

- I'm a whore, Chris. Okay?

I go to bed with men for money.

That is what I am. A whore.

- What are you saying now?

- Do not worry.

I won't send you a bill for

the past few months.

- What do you say now?

- Leave it. You don't know half of it yet.

- Is your friend Chris cheating on his wife?

- I'd,.. I doubt it, madam.

He is a devoted husband...

And an exemplary family man, like all

your friends? You could all start a shop.

But you've surely

done a few bad things, huh, pal?

Why does your wife want

to divorce?

Divorcing is a heavy word.

we just live separated for a while.

- Why?

- My wife has found out something...

- Which is... why she got angry.

- You cheated on her?

If you insist on making it

so technically... Yes.

- And how did she find out?

- The person with whom I had...

- Who you cheated her with.

- Right.

She had apparently expected

more after that incident.

She suddenly stood on our doorstep

and that stupid...

That lady

started to tell a bunch of things.

I hope my wife forgives me quickly,

because I love her.

Cheating is not the problem.

It's when they find out, eh?

- Have you been with her to the loft?

- No, that happened in Dsseldorf.

- In Dsseldorf?

- Why were you there?

There was an event.

Vince had a few VIP cards.

and there were about two left. A few nights

in a fancy hotel, away from home.

- And you were one of the lucky ones?

- Yes... I was one of the lucky ones, yes.

You don't dare. 100 Euro. 200 Euro.

They are staring at you the whole time.

Invite them. You can have her,

I'll take the rest then.

- In your dreams.

- These girls do not interest me.

You could shag them if you want.

That you let a chance like that pass by.

- Too easy.

- Come on, Vince.

I fall more for women

which are worthwhile. The special.

- I like to find the unknown islands.

- Look, there.

The entire island group together. An atoll.

Vince, does Barbara know you sometimes

make a discovery trip?

- Why would I want to hurt her?

- Seynaeve, quiet, eh, man.

You got a key too for the loft.

What are you doing there? Washing the dishes?

Look, more Belgians

in the hotel, I hear.

My name is Anja. I wait

for a colleague from work.

- It's expensive here, huh.

- You want a drink from us?

Oh, yes, that is kind.

Can that be something else but a pint?

- What are you drinking? Is that champaign?

- Yes.

Vince, she's gonna scare

all the pretty chicks away, huh, man.

A glass of champaign.

Every ugly girl

has a beautiful girlfriend.

Yes, and what if she's the prettiest one?

Look, look, look, look...

Well what do you know, Daddy Concrete is

here too. And not with Mama Concrete.

- All men are the same, eh.

- So much wisdom, I drink to that.

You are a strange dude.

A bottle of champaign

and four glasses for the table in the back.

Werent you guys

at the wedding of my Vicky?

Friends of Filip.

You are the architect.

- Vincent Stevens. I have...

- I know.

Perhaps we can make a deal or something.

I can always use an architect.

- Great, Mr.. Tyberghein.

- I have a big project in Antwerp.

On the Left Bank.

Apartment blocks. Luxury Apartments.

Very trendy and all that nonsense. It would

perhaps be something for you.

But for now it's still a big secret.

So I hope that you .. can be discreet.

- It would be challenging...

- Discretion, Mr. Stevens.

You understand?

Sapienti dictum est.

A good listener

needs only half the words.

- Are you a good listener?

- Absolutely, absolutely.

I'm in the software

and I can be very discreet as well.

Put the drinks from these people

on my account.

- Gentlemen, good evening.

- Thank you

Miss...

Who does this a**hole think he is?

Sapienti dictum, my balls.

Here, here.

There's another one on a discovery trip.

That is the whore of the mayor,

Marnix.

Hi, this is Ann Marai.

Speak your message after the beep.

Who are you calling this late?

- Nothing. Nobody. checking Voicemail.

- Checking your voicemail?

And what did your voicemail say?

"You're a bad liar, Chris Van Outryve?

- Why do you ask? Is there anything?

- I don't know.

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