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with whomever you like.

Just imagine... wouldn't it be

fantastic to have such a place?

Your own cubbyhole, where you can...

steal time, as it were?

- Steal time?

- Do you think I should sell it?

- Would you like to keep it yourself?

- With a few friends maybe.

- To do what?

- Those girls in their skirts...

Are they... No, they're

not coming up here, are they?

Why don't you give me the keys so I

can show Tom's lady friends around.

Those birds are

pretty expensive, you know.

- You have to pay them?

- Why would we rent a loft here?

- I think you know what I mean.

- I do and I'm not like that.

You know that.

Neither is Rob, for that matter.

Aren't we all like that, really?

Or don't we all want to be like that?

If you say so...

You can read a pretty thick

newspaper here, you know, Bart.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Have a beer, Rob.

I have to get out. I can't do this.

I can't stay here.

Where are you going?

Stay here, prick.

We're in this sh*t together and

we're taking care of it together.

Easy, man. Let's not freak out.

We have to keep our cool.

It's over, Matt. Can't you see that?

We can't keep this a secret.

That's where you're wrong.

We're going to handle this, okay?

Let's stay focused here.

Tom's voicemail, leave a message.

What if he doesn't show?

He has to and he will.

- What if it's just like last time?

- We can't protect him forever.

What the f*** is this, guys?

Fatum nos iungebit.

- What does that mean, Bart?

- It means...

Do you know Latin, mister

psychologist? Do you know Latin?

- Yes, I do.

- Great. Tell us what that means.

- Fatum nos iungebit.

- I can read. What does it mean?

Fate will link us.

Fate or, in this case, death.

Written in her blood, no less.

We've found that the victim is not

exactly the type that knows Latin.

So it's quite possible someone

wrote that with her finger.

Someone who does speak

Latin, mister psychologist.

- Fatum nos iungebit is wrong.

- What do you mean?

The present future tense of iungere

is not iungebit but iunget.

So it should read Fatum nos iunget.

The person you're looking for

made a classic mistake.

But I'm guessing you knew that

already. Didn't you, detective?

Mr Venneker, where is your brother?

We can't seem to find him anywhere.

I have no idea where he is.

I really don't. I'm sorry.

He's actually your

half-brother, isn't he?

Same mother... Youth spent in

institutions with his sister.

- He didn't have the best dad.

- Apparently.

A severe alcoholic

who routinely beat his children.

You never had much contact and all of

a sudden you're the best of friends.

That's right.

We have a lot of catching up to do.

What does that mean? Fate will

link us. Is that for us, Bart?

Hey, guys...

- It's one of ours.

- Just what we need.

- Where the hell is Tom?

- Where do you think?

- Can anyone tell me what happened?

- You sadist motherf***er.

- Cut it out, Rob.

- Touch me again and you're dead.

Cool it. Calm down now, okay?

Simmer down.

- Do you know anything about this?

- No. I've got nothing to do with it.

It's okay. You can count on us.

We'll find you a good lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.

- Were you here last night?

- No, I wasn't.

I spent the night at my in-laws.

What took you so long?

I was at a construction site with my

father-in-law. I couldn't just leave.

Great voicemail message too:

'There's a stiff in the loft. '

- I don't get it.

- Care to tell me where you were?

Before you start accusing

people, where were you?

- I was at home last night.

- Any witnesses?

What, you don't believe me?

No, there were no witnesses.

- Nathalie's in Nice with the kids.

- Please, guys.

If one of us is involved,

this is the time to say so.

This is the time to fess up.

It's now or never.

Another one bites the dust.

I'll drink to that.

- Is the fat guy the father-in-law?

- Anton de Nijs, aka daddy Concrete.

Building projects all over the world,

loaded and that's his only daughter.

That teller machine in Tom's ass

must hurt like hell.

- He looks very happy.

- And there's his partner in crime.

He's been building like mad since

Roijers became alderman.

- Roijers, wasn't he at your opening?

- He was just networking.

The gravy train has

its own architects, I'm afraid.

So you can't play with the big boys?

How sad.

I've just about had it

with their type.

Here you are, gentlemen.

This is my present.

Are you serious?

There are only five copies

so don't lose them.

If you accept this key, you also

accept the rules of the loft.

Willem?

Our wives are here, remember?

- Exciting, isn't it?

- A bit.

The loft is finished. Check it out.

It's my gift to all of you.

You're not like that,

are you, Bart?

Save it for later.

Who knows, it might come in handy.

Robby.

Just make sure it doesn't blow up

in your face.

Guys, our very own loft.

And now to find a date, Willem.

No lack of birds here. Say what you

want but these guys have taste.

Young chicks, too. See the one

in the purple dress over there?

- I'd love to show her a good time.

- She could be your daughter.

She's eighteen.

Touch her and I'll kill you.

- She's yours, is she? Sorry, dude.

- That's Linda.

- Is that Linda? Lazy-eye Linda?

- What?

- It's Linda.

- Is that your baby sister?

She filled out nicely.

That little flower is ripe

for the picking. More than ripe.

Shut the f*** up.

Excuse me, boys.

They say the seed

of a friend can't hurt, right?

- I'm thirsty. What do you say we...

- Get a beer.

Don't ever talk

about my sister that way.

Lay one finger on her

and I'll rip your balls out.

I was just having a laugh,

you lunatic.

- Hi there.

- Hi.

- Do you remember who I am?

- I do, as a matter of fact.

You're Ann. Ann Marai.

You do remember me. That's nice.

You work weekends as well now?

- The alderman will be very pleased.

- He can go to hell.

You're a bit more

than a simple assistant, aren't you?

I told you I have a tendency

to fall for the wrong guy.

Shall I let you in on a secret?

But it stays between us, okay?

Do you know what gets

the good alderman off?

He likes to put my panties in his

pocket at events like these.

He gets off on knowing that

when he spots me in the crowd...

...he's the only one who knows

I'm naked underneath.

Be careful.

Make sure you don't catch cold.

Bart, I'm sorry. I have no idea

why I do stuff like this.

- I have a tendency to shock men.

- I don't shock that easily.

We should have a normal conservation

sometime. Over coffee perhaps?

I would like that.

Matt, that key of yours...

Perhaps I'd like to use it after all.

It's not what you think.

I'll give it back as soon as I can.

Trust me, Bart,

it's never what I think. Have fun!

Just a quick check, guys.

Does everyone still have their key?

- Of course we still have our keys.

- Let's think this through.

There are five keys.

You need a code to make a copy.

That code is in my safe,

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