Slaughter Night

Province of Limburg

In the winter, seven peasant children

disappear without trace.

A large police force is formed

to investigate the disappearances.

SLAUGHTER NIGH:

The Present

Faculty of Communication & Journalism

Ed? Where are you?

I'm coming... I said I'm coming.

I'll come over to you, okay?

Kris. Kris!

I know:
60%.

Guess who has to carry him home again.

Rudy's a little cranky tonight.

Shall I dump him?

- I'll get Estrild from the bathroom.

Paul. Hey Paul!

Stop it, she doesn't want you.

- But I love her. I love her!

Yeah, but she doesn't love you.

Watch out. I'm applying mascara here.

- It wasn't my fault...

Epilate your moustache, b*tch.

- Calm down.

Paul was watching you all night.

With a bulge in his pants this big.

Estrild, Paul and I are just friends.

I'm not in love with him.

- What's wrong with Paul?

Your ex was unfaithful,

but they're not all that way.

Paul tried once and anyway

I'm fed up with guys right now.

I read that if you don't do it for a year,

it all seals up.

You're incredible: The only woman I know

who thinks and talks like a man.

That's emancipation for you.

Come on, what?

The hermit...

Still counsel... wisdom from above...

An encounter with someone to help

the seeker on his spiritual quest.

Okay...

Want to join in, Kris?

- No thanks.

We're going home. Coming?

- Stay a while.

Come on, stay!

Some of us have to get up early.

- I'll give you a ride.

I have my own car and I'm sober. Bye.

That wreck of your's

won't get you 30 yards.

Dammit...

Ataxi maybe?

I don't have a penny.

What about you?

We certainly keep you working,

Mr Lodema.

You call, we come.

You like having her living at home again?

- Sure.

Next time she should think twice

before shacking up.

I'm right here.

We discussed this before, Dad.

- Pick a card, Mr Lodema?

I'll skip this round.

- You don't believe in it?

Not if it's used as a parlour game.

How's your study, Lisa?

Actually I want to travel

and see something of the world.

You're dropping out?

- Just for a while.

I can pick it up again.

- Where are you going?

We're going to the Far East,

then Australia.

We? Who's "we"?

Kris...

- Sh*t, sorry!

It just slipped out.

I never quarrelled with him before.

When were you planning to tell me?

At the airport?

I knew you'd be angry.

- I'm not!

I support you in everything. Even

when you rushed into living together.

Does your mother know?

- Yes!

That's great!

Dammit, you have top marks at school.

And now you want to freewheel!

- Please, Dad!

You think you can decide everything

for me as usual, but I'm going.

Whether you like it or not.

- I don't want you to chuck it all away.

That has nothing to do

with you living at home again.

Dad!

Call an ambulance!

Hello! Hello!

SLEEP TIGH:

Mum?

DANGER OF COLLAPSE

KEEP OU:

Darling, what's going on?

I couldn't sleep.

Nor could I.

We quarrelled about that stupid trip.

I was going on so much...

It's like it's all my fault.

- Darling!

That really is rubbish.

Promise me you'll never think that again?

How can it be your fault?

Things like this just happen.

Dad left lots of things in Belgium.

Someone has to fetch them.

What things?

Mainly the manuscript of his last book.

I gave permission for it to be published.

The publisher is waiting.

If we go this week...

- Can I go?

Yes...

It's Disneyland! Pickled!

Okay, I'll go and get the stuff.

You want us to come?

- No.

I have to do it alone.

- We'll get some coffee.

What are you up to?

- I'm going to change.

We're hitting town later.

S. I. S. Shop In Style!

What do think?

- I have the feeling she's...

...100 pounds of sex

firing on two neurons.

Jesus...

Your father's study's in there.

He was locked up like a hermit for weeks.

We haven't cleared up,

we knew you were coming.

Go ahead.

Houcks, yes...

Despite Andries Martiens

being of affluent birth...

...his childhood was hell.

Martiens' parents were cold and cruel

and to escape their yoke...

...he joined the navy when he was young

Having roamed the world for years,

when he returned to Holland...

...his parents had died.

To Martiens' disappointment,

they only left him personal trinkets.

The enormous fortune Martiens expected

had mysteriously disappeared.

From then on, Martiens was

obsessed by the supernatural.

When in the West,

he had encountered voodoo rituals...

...and other ways to communicate

with the dead.

I was sceptical, but experimented with a

Ouija board. The result was surprising.

I was able to find out

that the voodoo rituals...

...enabled the performer

to enter Hell and leave again.

Eight human sacrifices

were needed for this.

Four heads for the wind directions

and four for the elements.

This is what made

Martiens commit his terrible deeds.

Sorry for the interruption.

Never mind. Can I take this?

I had everything put on CD.

The computer is ours.

But the manuscripts...

...and antiques belong to your father.

This is heavy.

- It's very old.

It belonged to Martiens.

You know about Martiens?

Yes...

- Fascinating case.

You can join the tour of the mine.

It looks at the Martiens case.

Thanks, but I'm with friends.

- Bring them along.

It's fascinating.

Your father wouldn't leave the mine either.

Thanks for the help...

I'll tell the guide you're all coming.

We were going shopping and clubbing.

I can't stroll round a mine looking like this!

Shall we go?

- No.

I'll stay here.

Okay. Look:
Three o'clock.

He's not my type.

- You don't have a type!

Okay, I'll have him.

With relish.

My name is Louis Oup and

I'm your guide this afternoon.

Please put on your helmets and follow me.

I was a miner here for 25 years

until this mine closed in 1984.

Then they asked me to lead excursions,

which I've done for 12 years.

So, if everyone will get in the lift...

Put your helmet on, madam.

In we go.

Off we go.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we're 200 feet underground.

You can leave your coats there.

Don't forget to switch on your lamps.

More than 100 men worked

in this shaft alone.

This place is a maze.

If you get lost, you die.

That's dust lung. We all suffered from it.

And we knew it in advance.

The black gold was mined here.

But it wasn't gold for us.

It was blood, sweat and tears.

Walk on, please.

DANGER OF COLLAPSE

KEEP OU:

DANGER:

Hey, where were you?

Kris! Kris!

Anything wrong?

Since the accident...

...I see things.

What things?

Never mind...

Please don't take any pictures

in the mines.

I'm not, it's a video camera.

- Nice try, but please put it away.

Why?

- Danger of explosions!

Methane is lethal

because you can't smell it.

That's why we had canaries.

We used to use them to test for methane.

When they dropped dead,

we knew what was up.

Canaries! Follow me please.

Yes... that's why we're here. So...

Intense...

- Yes.

I have two kids with me

who went through the same.

Are you on holiday here?

Something like that.

Paul is our counsellor.

I'm teaching them to cope with...

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