Loft Page #7

if you choose for something that

you don't know?

Oh God, for charity events

Mama Concrete may come along.

Btw, did you hear anything more about

the project on the Left Bank?

- I heard the building license is approved.

- No, they didn't call back.

I'm not important enough

for the big boys, eh.

But then they don't know me yet.

- Ladies...

- That's Vincent Stevens, architect.

- From that building at the Tavernierkaai.

- Oh, that was your work?

That's a fantastic design.

Beautiful. Congratulations.

- MW. Tyberghein: Congratulations.

- Thank you

Your husband and I even

mentioned it, in Dsseldorf.

A shame you weren't there.

You told me about a project on the

Left Bank back there, Mr.. Tyberghein.

And you were going to call me.

We are working on it. We have

submitted a building request and so...

- We will see. We hope. Like everybody.

- Fantastic.

- Are you a gambler, Mr.. mayor?

- And you Mr Stevens, you like to take risks?

Depends on what there is to win.

And what the other has to lose.

How did you say that again?

Sapienti sat dictum est? Something?

Ladies, may I wish you the best

of luck in the games.

In love you really won't need it

anymore, eh.

Gentlemen...

Make sure you keep some for the

alimony, fat one.

- Miriam, what are you doing here?

- Just blowing off steam, Marnix.

I don't have to lock myself up at home.

Please, I would

love to come back.

I made a mistake.

I know. I was drunk.

- Ok, honey? It didn't mean anything.

- It didn't mean anything? I don't get men.

If it didn't mean anything,

then why did you do it? Must suck for those girls too.

- I swear, I'll change.

- Change? Into what? A frog?

Or into the mussel

that you already are?

How would you feel if I said

I feel like cheating on you tonight?

Maybe I already did. With

one of your friends. For revenge.

With Chris, for example.

Or no... With Vincent.

Which you sent on his way

to talk with me.

"Oh, Miriam. He's in such pain. "

Oh look, you got lucky. You won.

But half of that is mine.

Oh, 21.

- Did you give Sharon tickets for tonight?

- You're hurting me.

I so told you to not give her any,

and yet you do it behind my back.

- So what? Are you her father?

- Did you see how she looks?

- Looks just like a whore.

- I thought you liked those?

- What?

- Leave her alone. Let her do.

She's having fun. And if you'd wanna

excuse me, I plan to do the same. I'm winning.

You'll 'need it.

With all the coke you blaze through your nose.

Oh, look who's talking now.

Make sure you saved up enough as well.

You might need the money sooner

than me, you hear me?

You know what you can do?

Send me the papers to divorce, b*tch.

divorcing, Filip? And then?

As long as we have no children,

you won't get anything, fool.

Nothing. Here, try the roulette.

Perhaps thats a better way to get rich.

Ann?

Ann?

We need to have a word, doctor.

- Yes, about what?

- Your friend, the architect...

He plays's a dangerous game.

That's very risky.

Could you tell him he should

be very careful?

I thought this would be about Ann.

Excuse us.

I don't want you to meet her anymore.

- And why should I do that?

- I love her.

- Then you aren't the only one.

- You. .. You pay for her.

- I want you to let her go.

- Do you realize that she makes that choice.

We are just two losers who should

be happy with what she gives us.

- I've never paid for her.

- That's true what you say.

- You've never paid for her. At least you didn't.

- Alex, quiet.

Don't forget to give your friend

the message, doctor?

What does he mean,

"at least you didn't?"

- I don't want to love you, Chris.

- What does he mean?

If he says I didn't pay?

Only you can hurt me. Ok?

Ann, say it isn't true.

Come on. Hey?

The first time was paid.

Only the first time I was the whore.

- All other times you had Ann.

- Paid by whom?

- Excuse me. Sharon, come with me, now.

- Filip, I'm fine.

- I want you to come along.

- Leave me alone.

- Hey, dude. Are you deaf?

- Mind your own business.

- Sharon, come.

- She doesn't want to, idiot.

Idiot? Is that written on

my forehead, or what?

Hey, dude.

- Stop it.

It's not written there, huh. F***.

MR. Tyberghein:
What happens?

- Okay, it's good. Let me go.

- Throw him out.

Now. I never want to see you again,

you hear that, friend?

Never. Fool.

Who is that girl?

Sarah, it's not...

It's not what you think it is.

What do I think then?

This is the sister of a friend of mine.

She got harrassed. There was a fight.

- Are there others?

- Don' be silly.

This is the sister of one of

my best friends. A child still.

Who do you think I am?

I'm not sure anymore.

I have to keep moving,

my wife is here too.

- Do you love me?

- You know I love you in a special way.

- Your special way. What if you'd have to choose?

- Sarah, it's not so simple.

Let's meet eachother in the loft

tomorrow. Barbara will be gone for a week.

Then we can talk on in all privacy.

Okay?

Shall I make it alot easier to choose?

How?

Let's get straight to the point.

What are you gonna do?

Sarah.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Oh, excuse me.

Did I hurt you?

Don't do it.

You'll regret it.

Jesus. They know.

It's them.

Our women have framed us.

Why, Vincent?

Because they found out about the loft.

Because they figured it out.

Our secret got revealed.

Why did you do it?

What why?

- I'm telling you.

- We are friends.

We are your friends.

It's our women.

They found out.

Not our women, Vince, but your friends.

Your friends found out.

Your friends found out.

Oh no... Oh...

- What's happening to me?

- You still don't understand it, huh?

Come on, take of his clothes.

- What are you doing with me?

- Did you really have to leave her like that? Nut.

- Shut up, I just did what we agreed on.

- O yea? But not like that, with all that blood.

That wasn't the deal, Filip. And the Latin.

Isn't that overdoing it? Will the cops believe this?

- You should have done it yourself then.

- Guys, quit it already.

- What's happening?

- Shut your mouth.

- You killed her.

- We didn't kill her.

We just found her.

What?

- What?

- We've been here before today.

In the morning, without you.

- Jesus, man.

- I thought she was asleep at first.

And Vincent knows her?

Ofcourse, she even left a farewell

note for him.

- We should call the police, guys.

- What?

with suicide the attorney general must be allerted.

We're f***ed. This is gonna blow up in our faces.

"See you in your next life."

Can't we find out where she lives and

dump here there?

Come on, we need to help Vincent, eh.

- Hey, he's our friend, come on.

- Where is he anyway? This is his f***ing problem.

- I didn't call him.

- How? You didn't call him?

Why not, Luc?

Guys, I must show you something.

You been filming us?

Have you gone mad?

Beat me up later, we have

no time to lose now.

I need to show you something, which'll help

you understand the situation upstairs better.

What do you mean?

That we shouldn't pay for the situation

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