Loft Page #8
- Year:
- 2008
- 118 min
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Vincent got us into.
Vincent has not always been
such a good friend.
Huh? What is that?
What is that?
They arrived here late at night, the
same night he went to talk with her.
She was drunk, Marnix.
He took advantage of that.
No way.
No way.
Can't you talk with her?
Maybe I already did it.
To take revenge.
With Vincent. That you sent to
talk with me.
It's gonna be alright.
No, no...
Is that your little sister?
She got so beautiful, man.
- How long is this going?
- It doesn't...
- How long?
- It started after your marriage.
They saw eachother regularly.
He was the first one for her.
He took her virginity.
F***...
Nice, huh?
You don't know me.
But you're not like that, huh?
- The first time was paid.
- Paid? Paid by whom?
He paid her, to get you
into this place.
The only ones that can hurt you
are the people that you love.
He used her.
Like he used everyone.
I'm gonna destroy him, I swear.
- No, I mean it.
- Calm down, eh, buddy.
If we all stick to the plan
we might stand a chance.
He can't know what we are up to
when he arrives later.
- We need to form one block.
- It's not like we have a choice.
- We 'll all get interrogated by the police.
- That's why we should never admit we share the loft.
They'll try to put us against eachother,
Jesus, you sound just like Vincent.
Marnix, if this gets leaked,
our lifes end as well.
Chris?
Okay, I join. On one condition.
I want to make sure
he was here last night.
I want to hear him say it.
I'll give a sign. I'll break something.
A vase or a glass or something.
But... nothing happens untill we
are 100% sure. Deal?
So. What do we do now?
Now we have two hours for alibis
and to ensure everything is put in scene.
- I'll do that.
- No.
No, I do it.
Really. I'm fine.
Go now.
Make sure you are seen.
- Where is the farewell letter?
- I have it.
You knew it, eh. All this time.
The whole time you watched and didn't tell us.
- Voyeur.
- Filip.
Ain't that so?
- You're no better than him. Pervert.
- Be glad you know it now.
No, Luc,
I'm not happy that I know.
Swallow, man.
What the hell happened here?
What the f*** happened here?
Is that your little sister?
She got so beautifull, man.
- How long?
- It does not matter...
- Did you have to leave her like that? Nut.
- Shut up, I just did what we agreed on.
Yea? Not like this, with all that blood.
That wasn't the deal, Filip. And the Latin.
Overdoing it. Will the police still believe this?
You put everything in scene.
The entire time. A setup.
You have framed me.
Dirty bastards.
My own friends.
My own mates, goddamned
Why have you done all that, Vincent?
F***ing hypocrites. You're all liars
and cheaters yourself.
Why? For Gods sake,
Why, Vincent?
Because it was possible, Chris.
Because it never ment much.
Because I stand above that.
- Am I gonna die?
- No, Vincent. You will not die.
She lured you to this place, she drugged
you and then suicided next to you.
But you'll survive.
Because we are friends. Huh?
They framed us.
Me and Sarah. Everything is put in scene.
- Weird story.
- But it's the truth.
I would like to believe you, Mr.. Stevens,
but what we need are facts.
Proof, evidence, facts.
The fact is that only your fingerprints
were found in the loft. And those of Sarah.
They have erased all traces.
The fact is that we found traces of sleeping pills and
alcohol in your blood, as well as in Sarah's.
And then there are the DVD's with your
bedroom performances. Impressive collection.
Luc made those videos.
I knew nothing of it. Nobody.
Unfortunately there are only videos of you.
Not of anyone else.
Not the wife of Marnix,
not the sister of Filip. Nobody.
- You think we still get away with this?
- Filip, why couldn't you just tie her onto the bed.
- She was dead anyway.
- That's still no reason to mutilate her.
She committed suicide.
I made it a bit more dramatic.
Hopefully your little improvisation
wont cause us problems, Filip.
Whatever he tells the cops,
we keep our mouth shut, ok? We know nothing.
Luc is right. That was not necessary.
I hope we won't regret this.
Interrogate them. Keep putting
pressure on them.
- Marnix will confess for sure. Luc maybe too.
- We have interviewed them.
Up till now there's no reason
to assume they are lying.
And they have one thing that you don't.
They have an alibi.
- But not for this morning?
- Yes.
Luc Seynaeve and Chris Van Outryve
are seen in a cafe.
- Marnix Laureys was at work.
- But that can't be.
There was at least one hour that we were
all together. And Filip, where is he?
Filip just reported in with his
father in law, Mr Tyberghein.
Huh? What is he doing here?
He declaired his son in law was with
him the entire day.
- That's not true, he even arrived late in the loft.
- He has a waterproof alibi..
Ofcourse Tyberghein says that.
I saw him once with another woman.
Filip knew that and also that I
put pressure on Tyberghein.
Oh, you also blackmailed Tyberghein?
They are all against you, huh?
All bad guys?
When are you gonna stop with those nonsense?
Tell us what really happened.
Something we all know already.
You killed Sarah Delporte.
Killed? But, that is not true.
I did not kill her!
Are you crazy? I did not kill her.
Mr. van Outryve, you may go.
Thanks for your cooperation.
You understand we had to
check your friends story.
Yes, of course.
There is one thing
that bothers me, doctor.
Why does Vincent blame his friends?
I have no idea.
I can't understand it either.
Could it be he's trying to hide
something else?
What do you mean?
That he killed her?
- Your colleague said that it was suicide.
- That's how it seems, yes.
But according to the autopsy
she did not die 'cause of the pills.
Her wrist has been cut,
but not by her.
No hesitation cuts
found, doctor.
Cuts on the arm, first attempt of
someone who wants to cut his wrist.
There are non like that on her arm.
- Vincent would never do that.
- His fingerprints are on the knife.
And there was no farewell note found.
Is there something, Mr. Van Outryve?
Her wrist has been cut,
but not by her.
His fingerprints are on the knife.
And there was no farewell note found.
- Where is the farewell letter?
- I have it.
You freaked me out.
Hey, Chris.
Is it a good plan to meet here?
- Well, I think we have a problem.
- Ah.
our tracks a bit too well.
What do you mean?
Where is the farewell letter from Sarah?
- Didn't you put it in your pocket?
- I thought so. But he isn't there anymore.
When did you steal it?
Just now, when she rang the bell?
- The real estate office.
- I'm not following.
I'm sorry you lost your letter,
but I have nothing to do with it.
I called that office to check on who
put our loft for sale.
They were only allowed to give me
this number.
Yes, I called, yes.
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