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- I've gt a message from my infrmant.

Eva, it's Diederik.

Something's going on.

I've gotta go and intimidate two Walloons

named David and Christian.

Oh, f***!

Are you guys the mechanics

David and Christian?

- Who wants t know?

- Richter.

F***.

e sends you a message.

If you ever say a wrd about that BMW,

he will cut off your balls

and make sausages out of them.

- What?

- Uh?

Knackwurst!

- Hello!

- What are yu doing here?

A friend.

She can wait.

Why have you come here?

What n Earth could she want?

Yu met her the other day.

Daphne. She was

with me at the club.

Did you stay long that night?

- No.

- Not again!

I really do have to call her back.

It may be something t do with the shop.

- es, Daphne. What's wrong?

- hat guy from the nightclub...

Who? Vincent?

hat womanizer?

Yes, him. Did he spend the night

at your place?

I don't jump in bed

with everyone, you know.

Hold on. He's in a coma.

hey beat him up like some animal.

He's gonna be a vegetable for the rest of

his life, and that's if he even wakes up.

Hello? Lucia? ello?

Is everything kay?

eah, everything's fine. I've gtta go.

An emergency. I must g.

- I'll come and buy some f that perfume.

- Right. Great! Bye.

Hi, Uncle!

Sit dwn. Go on.

No one's allwed t see you.

Antony will stay here with you.

I've had f***in' enough of it!

I'm sick to death of yu Flemish.

Bastards! All of you!

I didn't do anything!

I didn't kill him.

It's my cusin David. e introduced me

to the f***in' Flemish bastard.

I want you two

to steal a car for me.

My cousin Christian is a nice guy,

unlike some of his friends...

Don't wrry, my Flemish friend.

Making cars disappear is our specialty.

I knew he wuldn't get rid of the car.

e was gonna sell the parts.

he next day, Christian shows up

with a BMW. A BMW 5 Series.

- It's dne.

- Stolen...

In Lige.

Lige? No way.

David stole the BW in Namur.

Richter came back a few days later

with some Flemish fascist bastard.

A butcher, a fat pig,

with a Bruges football scarf.

I didn't ask questions

but said to myself,

"David, how come you know

these Flemish bastards?"

My Flemish friends.

"What are you doing

with people like this?"

Five hours later,

that Flemish mercenary was back again.

He dumps the car in the garage,

and what do I see?

A bullet hole!

- If yu ask me...

- hey must've killed someone.

hat hormone cop.

- What tires?

- Christian wanted to sell them.

Ah, those tires.

I knew ne of the Vanmarsenille brothers

drove a BMW, so I thought, why not him?

I know him well. He often pops in

on his way to the whores.

So, I swapped the tires

and put the old tires on Richter's BMW.

The next day,

I heard the news on the radio.

The first thing I did was drive to

the Vanmarsenilles' to get the tires back.

hat's when things took

a turn for the worse,

especially...

especially for Christian.

My phone!

Wanna knw where the tires are?

Well, I'll tell you where.

Richter and the ther Flemish bastards,

they work for Jacky Vanmarsenille.

He's sick.

He's got a head like a bull.

The tires from the murder scene,

they're at his place.

his is Richter's address,

and De uyper is hled up with that woman.

Okay, fine.

- Diederik.

- Eva.

The Vanmarsenilles.

hey've really got nothing to do with this?

No. I've never seen Sam with De Kuyper

befre, let alone Jacky Vanmarsenille.

- That was just...

- Stop whining, Diederik.

F*** you! He's not being made the fall guy,

'cause cincidentally...

Cincidentally? ou know what

I think about cincidence!

It is what it is, okay?

Go home and don't say a word

to De Kuyper about being arrested.

Message delivered.

hat's it.

The only thing I want you to d

is go through this list once more.

Any other names you recognize?

- What?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

- Lucia.

Sme girl at schl

had that name.

Lucia?

- e can go.

- Diederik. Come on.

Go home, Diederik.

No one can see us.

- When it's over.

- When it's over?

When it's ver, Diederik.

Sh*t.

Lucia Schepers? Surveillance

says there's nothing on her.

I'm not taking any chances.

Let's tap her phone.

F*** you, Antony.

F*** you!

- What's for dinner?

- Fried chicken with apricts.

- And cocktail sauce?

- es.

- Isn't Dad eating?

- No. Let him sit there for a while.

aes just pulled up outside f

Bullhead's place. Is that part of the plan?

What? Diederik?

At Vanmarsenille's?

Is anyone checking

the transponder, or what?

Mments ago,

he was heading for the coast.

Dammit, Diederik,

answer the phone!

Jean.

Jean?

Jacky, there's someone with Dad.

Do you know him?

Is he here to see yu?

Stay here.

What are you doing here?

Jack.

What are you doing here?

Listen. Get your family

and everyone out of here.

Why?

here's a big chance a SWAT team

will show up here in a few hours.

- I dn't understand.

- The cops.

- Special whatever squad.

- What are you saying?

I'm a police informant.

I tld them

you had nothing to do with it.

- What?

- Jacky, stop that!

- What?

- hey're gonna arrest everybody.

De Kuyper, Sam... he cops think you

had something t do with Daems' murder.

I know you had nthing to do with it.

It's just sheer coincidence.

But if you want your family

to be safe...

om, go to Stieve's

and take Dad with you.

- Tell Stieve not to come here.

- What about the animals?

- Get ut of here.

- But...

Get out of here!

ou stay put.

I've gtta go. Otherwise

De Kuyper will knw I've sold him out.

No way! Are yu sure

they're coming tonight?

Not 100 percent. I hpe it's tonight.

hen I can be dne with this mess.

ou're gonna help me.

Anything else?

My whole life,

I've known nothing but animals.

I've always felt

just like these bulls here.

Never knwing what it's like

to prtect somene.

Calves, a herd,

like a wife, children.

Really having to protect them,

'cause yu have to and it's in your nature.

I haven't got what

I'm supposed to have.

ou're not a faggt, are you?

Me? No way!

Where's your car?

Diederik is leaving the Vanmarsenilles'.

Yes, he's alne.

When's the SWA team coming?

What's in there?

Vitamins.

es?

What do you mean,

Diederik is off again? Yeah. Lige?

F***!

- Is this the place?

- es.

And who lives here?

- Lucia, or what?

- How did you know?

I didn't expect anything else

frm a guy like you.

Go on.

Go on. Go get that girl.

- Hello?

- It's Jacky.

Jacky? This is a surprise!

Jacky, it's a bad time now.

Can you come back tomorrow?

- Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye!

- Lucia!

Hello. Plice?

here's a guy at my dr,

and I think he's trying to get in.

Yes, I'm scared.

His name is Jacky.

Jacky Vanmarsenille.

Boss? he police in Lige

just received an emergency call.

From Lucia Schepers.

- Jacky?

- es.

- I can't let you in. I'm not alone.

- Five minutes, Lucia.

Why don't you just go home?

We'll see each other tmorrw.

hen you can tell me everything. Okay?

Who's there with yu?

Don't do this, Lucia.

Don't do this!

Hey, don't break the door down!

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