Loft Page #5

Maybe I should ask you.

Ellen...

I go to bed.

- Do you turn off the lights?

- Ellen.

Men only think

with that thing between their legs.

What are all those

Women magazines saying? Two things.

What pigs men are

and how to seduce them.

Why would you take a whole pig,

when you only need a

little part of it?

I can'r leave you alone for a minute.

A minute? Sarah, honey,

I am here for an hour waiting for you.

Luckily I am sponsored.

Wouldn't you introduce me to your new friends?

- Was that the first time you saw her?

- Yeah, that was the first time.

- Sarah Delporte.

- Sarah, yeah.

What else happened in Dsseldorf?

- What do you want to know?

- Everything.

- If they catch us, we'll get kicked out.

- Sarah...

You shouldn't have challenged me.

- Ah, there it is, the swimming pool.

- Vince, lets go back?

- Soon we are gonna regret this.

- Come, Luc.

- Isn't it very exciting.

- A little too exciting for me.

Come on, Vincent. Undress.

Yes... Yes, you wanted to swim naked.

We have bet, so now I want my prize.

I feel my food come back up.

How? You've seen nothing yet.

You aren't joking, eh?

Anja?

Anja?

Yes...

- There.

- What, There!

- More?

- Yes, more.

Yes, that's no bad actually

for such an old guy.

- You like to play games.

- Who's the one playing games?

Challenging me to come to this place

so you won't have to ask me anymore

As if I...

Oh... Hey!

Come on. Your turn. Come.

Luc, is it still too exciting for you

or do you feel comfortable now?

- Good, huh?

- Wonderful.

- Luc, why don't you join?

- No, I'm good.

Yes, but Luc,

I actually... need you,

This is the moment Vincent will

try his move on me.

And if you're in here,

he might not dare to.

- You're really a rude girl, arent you?

- Ain't I right, or what?

Spreading compliments all evening long.

and then that naughty look.

Do it again, your look.

That eye contact which lasts a

little too long... Really.

- Vincent, you're very good.

- I agree.

Did you really think I gave

you the green light or what?

- Sorry, but now you disappointed me a little.

- You really like to play games.

You know what?

I am better at them than you.

- Do you feel me?

- Yes.

Marnix? Are you here? Marnix?

I would like the key to our room.

- Marnix.

- Luc boy, leave us alone, friend.

You're scared. You run away

for what you feel. Am I right? Huh?

I don't want a goodbye.

Sorry it has to end like this, Sarah.

Can you do that even?

Loving someone.

I'm sorry.

- Why do you throw that away?

- Because it is empty.

You were here yesterday, huh, dude?

If you were here, why don't you

say that? We are your friends.

She was still here when I left.

She was still alive.

Someone must have joined her.

Then tell us. You just make the situation

alot worse like that.

We'd better call the police.

- We can't solve this ourself.

- Are you crazy! What are we gonna tell them?

And what about our women?

- I think Vince has to tell us something.

- Ah? What do you want to tell us, Vincent?

F***.

Come on, pick up.

Hello.

Who is it?

A real estate office. For the loft.

- Someone put the loft on sale

- What?

- See, I was right. Goddamned

- Chris, How is that possible?

She has an appointment

with a certain Sarah Delporte.

Who is Sarah Delporte?

Guys, who is that?

And who jas put this on sale?

She?

- You know her, Marnix.

- What? What do you say now?

That you know her.

And Luc too.

Sarah Delporte lays there.

- I've never seen her.

- You're lying, you know her.

- Why do you say that?

- From in Dsseldorf.

A few months ago,

that last evening in the bar.

It was the girlfriend of that Anja.

- I was completely wasted. I don't remember anything.

- I know, Marnix.

- But not you, eh, Luc?

- Is that her?

Damn.

- Don't be silly. You've talked with her.

- How could I know that's her.

I don't know who it is.

You guys turned her around. Not me.

- You know her or not?

- Chris, if there is a corpse,

you won't think about some girl

you once met in some bar.

He is twisting the facts.

Don't you understand that?

Madam? You are mistaken.

We do not know Sarah Delporte.

Come, Filip.

- You know her?

- I can't see anything.

Who is that, man?

Who is that?

That was it, Vincent?

What you had to tell us?

We had something, okay?

I brought her here.

But I swear on the souls of my

children, I have nothing to do with this.

On the souls of your children?

Jesus, man.

Were you here yesterday with her?

Were you the person who let her in?

I don't want a goodbye.

I broke up with her last night, yes.

Vincent man...

I swear,

I left her alive.

And even that does not explain

why someone put our loft for sale.

Looking for something special sir

or is he just looking around?

Why don't you call me back?

If you dump me, then I

at least have the guts to say it.

Chris, how can I dump you now?

We have nothing together.

Ah, was it that? Nothing? Ok.

Let's not make it harder.

You know now what I am.

It doesn't matter who or what you are.

Really not, Ann.

How many women have you

taken to that loft of yours?

That Loft that you share with your friends.

Keep your bullshit for the next girl

you'll take to that place.

Wait. Ann, you know

I am not like that. You know.

- I've seen better men than you.

- Wait.

Here. I only need this when we are together anyway.

Keep him. If you want to see me,

I'll hear it.

Chris? What are you doing here?

Are you shopping for Ellen?

Day, Elsie. No,

I was here with a colleague of mine.

- Does your wife know you share a loft?

- Oh woman, I share no loft.

I been there once

at the opening of the building.

So you been there after all? A moment

ago you said you didn't even know where it was.

I've never been there with a woman.

I thought you ment that.

- Did you know that girl?

- I met her in Dsseldorf.

Did you know Mr. Stevens

started a relation with her?

That would surprise me.

Are you sometimes jealous when your good friend

Vincent takes all those beautiful women?

I'm married and those women don't interest me.

No, I'm not jealous of him.

No, no, not of him, mister Seynaeve.

I mean jealous of those women.

What are you insinuating?

What nonsense are you thinking off?

Where do you get the nerve

to insinuate such things?

- Why so heavy mister Seynaeve?

- Vincent is my best friend.

- It's always been like that.

- Your friend is betraying the whole gang.

Vincent would never betray his friends.

You're bluffing. A**hole.

- What did you call me?

- You heard me, a**hole. Accusing me while you...

Listen, I told her last night it was over

and then I left.

- And that's it, man.

- That's it?

Yes.

Seems the word "over" applies to more

than just one thing, huh?

When did you plan on telling us,

Vince? Huh?

Put the knife down, Filip.

Don't be silly.

- Filip!

- I don't know what happened afterwards.

I swear.

I have nothing to do with this.

Maybe I was not the only,

Perhaps there is someone else she has a relation with.

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