Loft Page #7

You guys staged this whole thing?

It was you who set me up? Bastards.

Why did you do that to us, Matthias?

F***ing hypocrites. You're all liars

and cheaters, just like me.

Why?

Why for God's sake?

Because it never meant anything.

Because I'm above that sort of thing.

I'm above it.

- Am I dying?

- No, you're not dying.

She lured you here and sedated you

and then she committed suicide.

Fate will link us but you'll survive.

We're friends, aren't we, Matthias?

We are friends.

They framed us. Me and Sarah,

the whole thing's a set-up.

- That's a funny story if you ask me.

- But it's still true.

I would like to believe you,

Mr Stevens. What we need are facts...

...findings, evidence. Facts.

Fact is that no fingerprints were

found beside yours and Sarah's.

They wiped everything clean.

We found traces of sleeping pills

and alcohol in your blood and hers.

And there's the DVDs

with your sexual exploits.

An impressive collection, Mr Stevens.

Rob made those recordings.

I knew nothing about them.

It's you on the DVDs. No friends,

not Willem's wife or Tom's sister...

It's actually just you, Mr Stevens.

- Will we get away with this?

- Jesus, Tom.

Why couldn't you just tie her

to the bed like we agreed?

- She was already dead.

- And so you mutilate her?

I only spiced up her suicide,

that's all.

I hope your little improvisation

won't cost us.

No matter what he tells the police,

we know nothing.

Rob's right.

This was not necessary, Tom.

I hope we won't regret this.

Put pressure on them. Willem's

bound to crack, maybe Rob...

We interrogated them. There's

no reason to assume they're lying.

And they have something

you don't and that's an alibi.

- Get real. Not for this morning.

- I'm afraid so.

Rob and Bart were seen on a

cafe terrace and Willem was at work.

Impossible. We spent a whole hour

together at the loft. Where is Tom?

Tom just came in

with his father-in-law, Mr Denijs.

What's Denijs doing here?

According to Denijs they spent the

day together at a building site.

He was at the loft this morning.

- Sorry, his alibi is bullet-proof.

- I know why Denijs is doing this.

I saw him in Dsseldorf

with another woman. Tom knew that.

He knew I was using it

to pressure Denijs. That's why.

So you were blackmailing Mr Denijs

as well? The plot thickens.

They're all cheats.

They're the bad guys.

- Just cut the crap and tell the truth.

- F*** off.

We already know what happened.

You killed Sarah Lunter.

I didn't kill her.

Are you crazy?

I didn't kill Sarah.

You're free to go, Mr Venneker.

Thank you for your cooperation.

There's just one last thing

that bothers me though.

Why would Matthias

keep accusing his friends?

I have no idea.

I don't understand it either.

Is it possible that he's trying

to cover up something else?

What do you mean?

Well... we're thinking

perhaps he murdered her.

- Your colleague said it was suicide.

- Yes, it did look like a suicide.

But the autopsy report said

the sleeping pills didn't kill her.

Her wrist was slit

and she didn't do that herself.

We didn't find any hesitation cuts

on her arms.

The initial attempts of someone

trying to slit their wrist.

- We found no such marks.

- Matt would never do such a thing.

Maybe, but let's not forget his

fingerprints were found on the knife.

Oh, and we didn't find a

farewell letter either.

Is something wrong, Mr Venneker?

Is it possible that he murdered her?

The autopsy report said

the sleeping pills didn't kill her.

And we didn't find

a farewell letter either.

- Is it wise for us to meet here?

- I think we have a problem, Rob.

We tried a bit too hard

to cover our tracks.

- What do you mean?

- Where is Sarah's farewell letter?

- Didn't you put it in your coat?

- Yes, but it's gone.

When did you take it?

When the bell rang?

Get that, will you?

I'm sorry the letter's gone but why

would I have anything to do with it?

Why did you steal that letter

from my pocket?

The only real evidence

of her suicide?

Is it possible she didn't write

that letter herself?

- Could this be your handwriting, Rob?

- What does it matter?

Matthias deceived all of us.

You saw the footage, didn't you?

And it made us so angry we went along

with your plan without thinking.

What's your agenda, Rob?

What happened here last night?

What did you do to that girl?

Was she getting between you and

Matthias? Was she in the way?

Not her.

Still think it's exciting?

She didn't get in the way.

It was Matt who got in the way.

Wait. Forget about him.

Forget Matthias.

He's much better at those games

than you are.

He's hurting you.

Can't you see that?

He's using you.

- Why are you saying all these things?

- I could never hurt you.

If you could only

give me a chance...

What are you saying?

I would never hurt you.

I could never hurt you.

Never.

No, Rob, you're absolutely right.

You could never hurt me.

Do you know why not?

Because you're a limp dick.

And because I could never feel

anything for you. How about that?

Never. Maybe in the next life

but certainly not in this one.

So you were here last night?

I knew they'd meet because Nathalie

and the kids are in France.

I waited for him to leave.

She startled when she saw me.

She cried.

She said I was right about Matthias.

A shoulder to cry on,

that's all I am.

- You gave her the pills.

- They were a diversion.

I gave her an insulin overdose.

Works instantly. Leaves no trace.

Jesus, Rob...

Out of love.

I did it out of love.

Loving her hurt like hell.

...for Matthias.

And it doesn't bother you

that Matt is taking the fall?

Matthias is a son-of-a-b*tch.

He used all of us.

- Now it's his turn to be used.

- You framed Matthias for murder.

Sarah wasn't dead

when we left her with Tom.

- Impossible.

- It's true.

So Tom's the one who did it.

Tom killed her.

Your brother's sick, Bart.

He's very sick.

You're the one who's sick.

I called them.

Called them before you arrived.

- I told them everything.

- You're lying.

You're bluffing.

I know you too well.

I thought I knew you, too.

It's over. Believe me.

Yes, it's over.

- Don't.

- Let go of me, Bart.

Don't do it.

Don't do it, Rob.

- Tell Marjolein I'm sorry.

- No, Rob, no.

...one year later.

- He's having an affair, I can tell.

- Not everyone cheats, you know.

It's in the way he sips that coffee.

Oh Gerard, watching you with that

coffee gets my juices flowing.

You horny devil. You know I get all

wet when you talk dirty like that.

- I'm gonna come all over this chair.

- Guys, I'm off.

- Are we chasing you off?

- I've got the kids this weekend.

Don't leave me here with my wife.

One more drink?

Next time.

Hi, Ann.

Long time no see.

I still have a key.

I don't think it'll fit anymore.

Matthias lives there now.

It's all he could salvage

from the divorce.

How's your brother?

He's appearing in court next month.

We'll have to wait and see.

- What about you? Are you okay?

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