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The film you're about to see takes place in Belgium in the '90s.

For fear of a reform that aims to merge the three police departments,

Gendarmerie, Local Police and Judicial Police

hardly communicate with each other anymore.

Following a highly publicised child disappearance,

the cold war between these three departments

will lead to irreversible judicial dysfunction.

Paul Chartier's story is based partly and freely on real events.

Will you shut the fuck up! - Open the door.

Come here!

I told you to shut up, Aldo!

Who is it? - Gendarmerie.

Open up and muzzle the dog, it's the Gendarmerie.

Raoul! - Muzzle your dog!

Hold the dog or he'll escape! Fucking hell, Raoul!

Come here, Aldo.

What have you done now?

Fucking kid! Little Prick!

You deserve a slap in your fucking face!

All you do is screw things up! - Hey! You're talking to the police now?

What have you done now?

What have you done now?

Get inside. - Easy.

We caught him stealing from the pool changing rooms again.

You were talking to me? - You should keep an eye on your kid.

Shall we search his room again?

No, you can't because he's a minor.

We follow the law in this house. So we do nothing.

You came to do nothing.

Fabulous job you guys have! Lazy bastards!

Hey! Open up! - We have no charges, anyway.

Open up! - He's a minor, Chartier.

Let it go, OK? Come on, let's get out of here.

Chartier, fuck!

I said shut up! - Stop!

Stop hitting him!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Stop! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop hitting him! Please!

Chartier, what are you doing? Let go!

Son of a bitch! Come on! You're in my house here!

This is my home!

MISSING CECILE, 7 - ELINA, 8

THREE MONTHS AFTER THE GIRLS' ABDUCTION, STILL NOTHING

ITALIAN CATHOLIC MISSION

I want it more low-cut. - Don't move or I'll prick you.

Careful, hang on... - No, open it!

More!

No! - Like this?

Sort it out with your mum. - No!

About the cannelloni and the orchestra, you tell me.

Either we take the cannelloni and no orchestra

or we take the orchestra and no cannelloni.

That's it, for a handful of cannelloni.

We'll look like cheapskates.

I'm not talking about looking like cheapskates.

Salvatore, we're a little tight these days.

You know it, you understand?

Cicina! - Understood?

Cicina! - Pépé!

Cicina, come see your daughter's dress.

I don't have time. You're in charge of it.

You deal with it.

We wanted an orchestra for the wedding.

Luigi, Gina is busy. Go away!

No, Luigi, wait. I'll get changed, OK?

Gina would like her uncle to take care of the music.

I'd be delighted!

I'll do it. - Thanks.

Bye. - Bye.

Where are you off to? Your father's accounts need to be done.

I did them this morning. - No, Gina!

Does Paul know you're going out? - Yes, he'll join us later.

Are you sure?

Luigi, you better not

let her drive that moped! - Yes, yes.

If anything happens to her I'll crack your skull!

Bye, Mum!

The shops are about to close, I have to go!

How much do you want? - Not much,

enough to buy shoes, you know.

Take what you need. - Yes, don't worry.

I'll repay you by the end of the month. Bye.

Wait, there's something I don't get.

You just gave her money?

The wedding is soon. She can't go barefoot.

So she's stressed because the shops are closing?

Salvatore, do you realise what you're doing?

You know we're already so tight to organise the wedding,

that we must choose the cannelloni or the orchestra.

And you give money to your sister? I don't get it!

This is a true tragedy, not my sister's shoes!

I can help you. - You know I can't pay you.

Your parents did a lot for me.

Shit, you scared me!

What happened? - You OK?

Yes, the doctor took ages. Sorry I'm late.

Does it hurt? - No, it doesn't hurt.

What happened?

Shall we tell him?

Gina told me: "If you want to marry me, fix your nose."”

For the wedding pictures.

It's better. - Right...

I thought it was a little ugly.

Thanks. - It's a joke.

It's a joke, Luigi. - Oh, right.

Are you OK? - Yes, I'm cleaning him out.

Yes, she's destroying me.

There. - I'm warning you, we're not losing.

Because I know you.

Hey!

He's destroying us!

No, no, it can't pass.

You touched my hand. - I saw it shaking.

Kids, be quiet!

Cécile and Elina are only 7 and 8. Their disappearance is worrying.

The investigators are not ruling out any leads.

You know who Elina's father is? The Calabrian.

No.

He used to rent a room from your father.

That was him? Fuck! - Yeah.

Why are you here, sir?

We're all here to do the police's job

because we can see that nothing is happening.

When we tell them the girls won't magically reappear,

they tell us they just ran away.

Fuck, don't you cops want to get a move on?

The Judicial Police has the case. What can we, gendarmes, do?

That's 25,000 flyers. - A bullet in the head. Done!

So 25,000 hopes to find them. - You hear yourself? Your words?

A poster campaign which is a substantial commitment.

Don't talk nonsense. - At the same time...

What motivates you, madam? - We want to help the family

because they're so overwhelmed. We have to do everything we can.

We have to help them now. We can't afford to wait.

Yes, it's urgent.

You know, people from here also went to help...

How does this action move you personally?

It shows great solidarity and it brings us together.

I think it also brings us hope. - And for the parents as well.

Especially for the parents. - Thank you very much, sir.

As you can see,

there's a great deal of solidarity here to find Cécile and Elina.

Stop it! I'll lock you up if you do that.

It's OK. What's happening to us?

Stop it!

Gina.

Gina, come upstairs. Your father wants to talk to you.

What does he want? - Hurry up!

I'm coming.

I have to go see my dad.

Don't tell me he's sleeping over, that's not happening, got it?

No, no. - It's no laughing matter. Hurry up.

You can't sleep over.

Will you wait? - Move it.

Don't dawdle!

See?

You're crazy!

What are you doing? You know you can't sleep over.

I'm giving you a kiss goodbye.

A kiss goodbye. - Did you hear what she said?

No, I didn't because I don't understand Italian.

I'll teach you.

Yes, teach me.

You can't spend the night.

GENDARMERIE

Catano.

You have anything for us? - No, not yet.

So, Chartier?

You have to dodge. You have to duck. Not block with your nose.

Mind the door!

Chartier? Do you mind starting ten minutes earlier today? Like now?

No problem. - Thank you. I also wanted to tell you,

your actions yesterday compel me to draw up a report. I don't like it.

The Charleroi Gendarmerie is no Miami Vice.

Understood? - Yes, Brigadier.

There's a client here to see you.

LEON WIECK, BORN JANUARY 24, 1952 SINGLE, NO CHILDREN

THE PARENTS INVESTIGATE ON THE SIDELINES

Fuck, you took your time.

Are you new here?

Léon Wieck, right? - Yes.

Born January 24, 1952, at Notre-Dame, Charleroi.

Address: Champignonniére Street, 122. Single, no kids.

Do we know each other?

You have information to report to the Gendarmerie, sir?

Marcel Dedieu, Basse-Sambre Street...

Dedieu, the scrap collector? - That's what he wants you to believe.

Marcel, a scrap collector?

No, he schemes with the Santos and the likes of them.

Pig trafficking, fake documents...

You're here to file a complaint against him?

No, I won't file a complaint because I'm not a saint either.

You'll find my name in old files.

Fake documents and all that...

Why are you here, exactly, Mr Wieck?

First of all, it's nice to be called Mister.

Your colleagues here often disrespect me.

They don't even write down what I tell them.

You see, Marcel...

The other day, we were together celebrating Tonto's birthday.

We were at the station's pub, drinking.

Afterwards, we head home in Marcel's van. He was driving.

Then, we see two little girls walking on the pavement.

The guy stops next to them

and then, all of a sudden, he says: "Shall we snatch them?"

I look at him and say: "Fuck, you're kidding, right?"

"No, no. Since Tonto has debts and so on...

If we capture them, we'll have 150,000 francs per girl."”

It's weird, you know?

Was he serious or had he been drinking?

Serious, you bet. He was furious.

At one point, he grabs me like this, his hand over my mouth,

to show me how it's done.

At one point, I also lose my shit. I say to him: "Fuck you.

I'd never do that even for one billion."

That occurrence, Mr Wieck,

was that before or after Cécile and Elina went missing?

As it happens, it was last month.

It's been two, three weeks at the most.

One other thing.

Marcel is doing work on his cellars.

He's been renovating them for two or three years.

Renovating cellars for two years? Why do you think?

I don't know. - You don't know?

Am I the gendarme or are you?

OK, Mr Wieck, I've written it all down.

We'll certainly call you back in after verification.

Thank you very much for your time. - Enough. I've said enough.

OK. Perfect. - Don't you have something for me?

This is the Gendarmerie, not the flea market.

How about 500 francs for a good meal? - Come on, please.

He takes nice notes. - Yes, he writes it all down.

So serious! - It's good they're getting acquainted.

He's back! How many pages for your statement?

What was it this time? Kadhafi's gold? Kennedy's murder?

He got kidnapped by aliens?

How much did you pay? Did you pay with your mouth? Is that it?

The Tuareg treasure? - He looks knackered.

The intel expert! Look out!

An exclusivity!

He refused 150,000 francs to kidnap two girls.

And it was before Cécile and Elina.

My, my! That much? - That's it, the case is closed.

We'll close the Gendarmerie and leave you here.

Dedieu has been renovating his cellars for two years.

Interesting piece of information. - Yep.

Forget Wieck. That guy is a notorious liar.

Do you know Dedieu? - Not personally.

Let me explain it to you.

He has already been convicted of rape on a minor.

I think he might have kidnapped Cécile and Elina.

So I set up an operation myself to find out for sure.

Operation Maldoror. - I want to be part of it, Brigadier.

But you're still taking exams to join the Judicial Police?

The Gendarmerie is not equal to your American soap operas?

I chose this uniform to make a difference, Brigadier.

I want the girls to return home.

You know... - I'm not like those two morons.

Will you let me speak?

Yes, Brigadier. - Thank you.

It's the first time I see Catano embellish a police report.

He must like you. - No, it happened just like he said.

No need to sink any lower. Nothing escapes my notice.

And it's the same for you, isn't it?

Just obvious details. - Details?

There's no shortage of them in your file.

What did I see... Yes.

"Expelled from three high schools. Allergic to authority.”

Between the fight in the train station's brothels

and your dad's armed robberies, you've come a long way, Chartier.

But rest assured, as long as you follow orders,

I'm not interested in your past.

Unless, of course, you can link the Santos clan to Marcel Dedieu.

Do you have a strong connection to them?

I know the Santos very well. - Very important:

I have no investigating judge and not one franc to spend.

Do you fully grasp what you're diving into?

Does the Judicial Police think like you? - Maldoror is only Catano, you and me.

We'll catch him fast. - No one is caught without proof.

OK. But we can still search his house.

Listen carefully, Maldoror is exclusively a surveillance operation.

You'll stick to him like glue and catch him red-handed.

But not before.

This is not the time to be the joke of the other departments.

The police reform is near. The Local Police is done for.

The Gendarmerie could pull off a major coup

by catching a repeat offender like Dedieu in the act.

You understand?

Between you and me,

I don't plan on finishing my career here either.

Give me my bike back!

I have a big garden, believe me.

There we go. See?

Come with me to my house.

No, no. Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

I don't want to!

It'll be fun. - Sarah!

I don't want to! - Hey! Who are you, sir?

Come on! - No!

Come here, Sarah. - My bike, Miss Héléne.

He took my bike! - It'll be OK.

LOCAL POLICE

REPORT FORM WHITE MERCEDES

Can you get that, please? - Yep.

What is it? - Local Police.

Put it on the pile, I'll look at it later.

Won't you help me? Fuck.

Can you tell me what's wrong? - Nothing.

My love, what's wrong? - Nothing.

You can talk to me. - I said it's nothing.

Tell me.

Elina's parents came to eat yesterday and I hid in the storeroom.

I feel so lame.

I get it.

I'll be OK. We'll find them.

I'll find them, I promise.

Nobody's hurt? - No.

Mum! Mum!

You stayed on your feet? - No, I can't do it.

Are your parents pleased?

Finally.

She found the one. He's not Sicilian, but still.

He's OK. - He's a good guy.

I've heard good things.

But I'm learning Italian.

We met in a library.

We were both there to study.

And at one point, I saw her.

Between two pages? - Between two pages, yes.

And so I was looking for books that were right next to her.

And when I saw it was the gardening section,

I thought: "I'm gonna get busted.”

But in the end, I was able to talk to her.

Love is patient. Love is about being helpful.

I thought you were only there to see me.

I didn't even know you were a student.

But I knew we were going to get married.

Love is not jealous.

It doesn't boast. It doesn't feed on pride.

It does nothing improper.

It doesn't seek its own interest. It doesn't get carried away.

It holds no grudges.

It does not rejoice in what is unjust.

But it finds its joy in what is true.

It bears everything. It trusts in everything.

It hopes for everything. It endures everything.

Love will never fade.

Word of the Lord.

What I wanted to tell both of you, is that,

honestly, have confidence.

Of course, evil exists around us

but the Lord says he vanquished evil.

And so, let us rejoice.

Let us always seek happiness that is within reach.

Jeanne, will you be my wife?

Yes, Paul.

I will.

And will you be my husband?

Yes, I will.

I take you to be my husband and give myself to you.

I take you to be my wife and give myself to you.

To be true to each other in good times and in bad times,

and cherish each other till death do us part.

They're married!

Long live the bride and groom!

Long live the bride and groom!

Thank you very much.

The kiss! The kiss!

The kiss! The kiss!

Everyone on the dance floor!

So, Gina, did you enjoy it?

Thank you, thank you!

One more time!

Long live the bride and groom! Come on, louder!

Thank you. Applause for my brother the musician!

You could hear some emotion in my voice.

It's my first niece getting married.

All together now!

The kiss! The kiss!

There you go. Now you can cut it.

Congratulations!

Where are you going? - I'll be back.

What are you doing here? - You look handsome.

What are you doing here, Rita? - You look handsome.

It's Hinkel, your boss.

He called me and asked me loads of questions.

What questions?

He's the one who told me the good news.

Relax, I told him we weren't together anymore.

Leave, Rita. Someone will take you home.

Someone will take you home.

Please, Rita. - I want to be here.

I want to be here. I want to be here.

Please.

Have you no shame? On my wedding day.

Don't touch me. - What do you mean: "Don't touch me"?

Want do you mean: "Don't touch me"?

Someone will take you home.

No. I'm staying here. I'm staying with you.

Fuck.

Wait. I'll clean it up!

Look. - No!

I'm cleaning it up. - Leave it.

No, not with your coat!

Paul, what are you doing?

There's glass!

Just a second, sorry.

I want to stay here. - No.

Paul, who is this?

Who am I? - She's nobody.

I'm nobody? I'm his mum!

You're beautiful. I'm his mum!

I'm so proud of you.

Please, Rita. - You're beautiful.

Someone will take you home. - I'm proud of you.

No, Gina, wait!

Why didn't you invite your dad? - You know he's in prison.

Why ask that? - I don't know.

You say you're an orphan and I see your mum.

Legally, she's not my mother. The judge declared her unfit.

I didn't lie to you, my love. Can we go inside?

Fuck. But... - Can we go inside?

Why didn't you tell me?

What do you want to know? What was I to say?

I don't have a family. I have nothing.

I don't get why you didn't tell me.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I had nothing before you.

How's it going, guys? - Hey, Jacky.

How are things? - All good.

What are you waiting for, Renard?

Come fetch. Come fetch.

Come to Daddy.

Come on.

Leave them on the table.

Come fetch.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck, don't be an idiot. Stop. It's pissing me off!

Give them here.

Stop it. Keep it simple. Give them to me.

Come here, my big bunny.

Come to Daddy.

Stop it! Fuck! You're pissing me off!

What did I do to you? Fuck you! Fuck!

What did I do to you? Stop it! Give me the keys.

Fine. Here.

Bastard.

Scumbag.

Five, six... Perfect.

THE BRIDE WAS TOO PURE

Is your mum up there?

You're useless now.

Except to cancel my speeding tickets. Get lost.

Don't talk to me like that.

I'm talking to the fat son of a bitch that you are!

Even though your mum is no longer profitable.

My mum never worked here. You still don't get it?

She worked nights at number 22 and 27. Until 1978.

Then at 119 when your mum threw out

that guy shouting during the world cup in 1982.

Really? The year you got your ass kicked by Argentina?

You lost 1-0 on a goal by Vandenbergh. In the 62nd minute.

You're the only idiot to remember such things.

The fuzz are here, Ma.

Hello, Mrs Santos.

Roberto, my love, leave us, please.

Don't just stand there. Give me a kiss.

Have a seat.

He misses you, you know.

You need money?

That's kind of you, but no. It's not about that.

You look like a twat with your hair like that.

You look like a cop.

Thanks.

If Roberto was as clever, he would have studied

and he'd have become important.

But you...

You always do as you please.

As it happens, I'm on my first real case.

Marcel Dedieu.

You seek the little girls?

Is it him?

The bastard's been in prison for years for raping minors.

No, he's on supervised probation since March.

Supervised?

I wonder by whom.

I can tell you that remorse isn't Marcel's thing.

It's because of him I no longer work with smugglers.

Mrs Santos, if you have anything that could help me,

you know where to find me.

Do you ever visit your dad?

No. I have nothing to do with him.

You can't escape your blood.

Is she pretty? - Who?

Who?

Yes. But Siciliana.

I'll have to pray for you then.

This is not what you described to me.

Did you use all the wedding money? - No, not all of it.

You'll do some gardening. - Here's our manor.

You'll get lost in it.

Look. - No, it's not done like that!

What do you think is inside?

Open the door, madam. Welcome to your home.

What?

Local Police, Eddy Pardo speaking. - Hello, sir.

Paul Chartier from the Charleroi Gendarmerie.

I'm calling about the circular 1139 you sent on June 25.

A white Mercedes.

You're slow, I no longer have the file.

And it's been a while now. - Does... Hello?

Do you know if the teacher was able to memorise the number plate?

How long has it been? I sent you a fax.

I just found out about your fax now. It's urgent.

So if you have any information... - I no longer have the file.

Do you have any? - I have memory loss.

Especially when asked like that. Bye.

Hello? Hello?

He's crazy. He just hung up on me.

Oh, Mathilde...

Mathilde!

This is about the number plate, right? - Exactly.

And the fax we got.

Yes, I have the report right here. But it's a very long list

and I really don't see the number plate you gave me.

Give it here. I'll see if I can find it.

Sorry, but I'd prefer it if Eddy were here.

So he tells us to come by and he's not here?

Sorry. I can call him if you like.

No, it's no use. We don't want to bother him.

We'll wait for him. - OK.

Got a cigarette, Sonny?

How many times must I tell you I quit.

Can I have a cigarette, please?

Yes. They're menthols, though.

No matter. I suck them all.

Thank you.

Shall we go out?

Perhaps Miss will come with you.

Since his wedding he calls everyone Miss.

It's his thing.

A bad habit of his. - That's OK.

He can for I'm not married. - Really?

That changes everything. Ricardo.

Nice to meet you. - And you. I'm Laeticia.

You'd think we're at an asylum with that thing.

Like in the film with the cannibal.

You're very good.

Laeticia, I'll eat your liver with a glass of Chianti.

You're funny.

Because of certain wackos here, we really need it.

Yes, I can imagine.

Laeticia, will you join me for a smoke?

No... I mean...

OK. Just out front "cause it's just me right now.

A quick one. - Where are the toilets?

Right behind you. The first corridor door is shut.

You'll need to use the ladies'. - Thanks.

Have you been working here long?

Yes, it's been a while.

Wait. - What's going on?

Let's go!

I don't know, he... - What the fuck?

Paul, are you OK?

What are you doing?

You memorised the number plates? - Wait.

I have 19 but I think two are missing.

How many?

How many? - It's fine. I have all of them.

What do you mean: "all of them"? - All 21 of them.

Are you fucking kidding me? - No. If's fine.

Hand me the notebook.

They traced a garage also doing leasing in Honnelles. Where is that?

At the French border.

Now I get the amount of French number plates in the list.

How many French number plates?

Nine. Why?

The penultimate? - 118-AU-63.

I shouldn't have named you "Sonny Crockett”" but "Rain Man".

I memorise what I see. - And you work as a gendarme?

Right. All we have to do is check with our own list.

We'll cross-check the numbers.

There's a new number plate. - A new one?

A new suspect.

One I had never seen enter Dedieu's house.

Do you have Laeticia's number, too?

No. I only have her number plate.

Really? - No, I don't have it.

I have nothing.

Do you really know the Santos?

Yes, really. I've told you four times.

How come?

My mum worked with them.

Me and Roberto Santos were brought up together.

He's like a brother to me.

You really grew up in a whore bar?

And you became a gendarme?

One of the girls told us about one of her regulars.

A shitty little cop

saying he beat up an armed robber with a stick. For free.

He was laughing his head off: "I beat him up."

Who was the armed robber?

Who do you think?

My dad.

So the judge let it slide because he was a cop.

If he hadn't been a cop, he'd have lost it all.

Roberto found the cop's address.

He wanted to go there and beat him up.

I went there the next day, alone, without telling Roberto.

I went in the morning.

I went to see him and said: "How do I become a gendarme?”

To be on the right side.

We're no use here without listening equipment.

No kidding.

What's that?

It's for me. Laeticia from earlier. - What?

She wants my body in her mouth. Police merger.

You're leaving me? - You're the volunteer.

Have a nice evening.

Fuck, stop it! - Is Tonto on his way?

Stop it!

My film! Now!

Come on, Jacky, calm down.

Let go! Fuck! - See what happens

when you don't do as I say! - You'll have your film!

You know I'm not paying anything. - Yeah, I know.

No!

It'll be OK.

Stop it! - Calm down.

Calm down.

Shut up! Fuck! - We'll come to an arrangement.

Fucking bastard!

It'll be fine.

I'll try to be patient. - We've got this.

Yes, you better! You get what I'm saying?

Yes, don't worry. - I feel you don't get it.

Trust us. See ya.

Be careful what you promise.

Jacky Dolman, from La Hulpe. Several businesses. One in the Ardennes.

He's linked to the SOS Africa scandal. - I know. And him?

Didier Renard, guilty of drug trafficking.

He uses as much as he sells. He lives off Marcel Dedieu.

That garage is a real hub.

It's in Honnelles. We checked the charter...

Dolman is the director of the Edelweiss company,

but Renard is the manager. But it doesn't fit the guy.

I called yesterday. The person didn't seem to know who Renard was at all.

You called? - Yes.

Without leaving my name. But yes.

Who took this picture?

Me. - Hang on, I'm a little lost here.

To make it clearer,

it's the Local Police that led us to the garage.

And those two get together at night at Marcel Dedieu's place at Charleroi.

There was also another person there who we haven't identified yet.

Yes, we have no picture, but he's a good 6 foot 2.

I'd say 176 pounds. And he was wearing flip-flops.

What's the link with the missing girls?

We think the Local Police got the white Mercedes wrong.

It would be the same car each time but with different number plates.

And at least one of them came from that garage.

Exactly. And these are the number plates.

Do we have a picture of the car?

No. - No.

The van reported for Cécile and Elina's abduction,

it wasn't a Mercedes.

No, but... - Honnelles to Charleroi is 100 km?

No, 82. But same network.

I's linked to the Ardennes and Dedieu. It matches.

I asked for surveillance outside the home of a local suspect.

And you play Columbo all over Belgium?

No. - Clear up this freaking mess!

It's getting harder to justify your schedules

so please stay clear-headed.

Marcel Dedieu is a little player on supervised probation.

He neither has the money nor the means for large-scale crime!

Brigadier... - No, Chartier.

Don't forget Maldoror does not exist.

Don't make me shut down this operation.

Because I will before it backfires on me.

You know what this is?

It's fucking blood! What more does he need?

He's risked his mug once, not twice.

What happened to him?

He was shopping and armed robbers came.

He wanted to play the hero. So they took his head

and smashed it in the frozen food display case.

Seriously? - He's done taking risks, believe me.

Fuck, it's Renard! - Let's get him!

It's a French number plate! That's not possible. Let's get him!

Turn off the engine, sir. - Yes.

Vehicle registration.

ID card and driver's licence.

Vehicle registration...

What happened to your head?

This isn't my car, sir.

So? I asked you a question.

I hurt myself, sir.

Stay put.

No, it's a grey Citroen. BX. Over.

Yes, I'll check. - OK. Thanks. Over.

Expired ID card. illegible driver's licence.

If I give you a chassis number,

can you link it to a vehicle? Over.

It's fake.

Negative. Let him go. Over.

No, we can't do that. His certificate is fake. I have it.

Is there an order behind this? Over.

Hinkel's order. Over.

Fuck!

Letting him go is the best way to send a message to Dedieu.

Speaking of messages...

Happy birthday to you, Lulu

Happy birthday to you, Lulu

Happy birthday to you, Lulu

Happy birthday to you!

Blow them out.

You want some?

There we go.

So...

A big slice. For you. - For me.

The biggest one. - Of course.

Perfect.

CECILE AND ELINA, THE INVESTIGATION AT A STANDSTILL

Sir, name, surname and date of birth, please.

Goryn Vladimir. January 23, 1952.

Can I uncuff him? - Yes, you can.

Can you sign here?

How long has he been in jail? - Two-three days. He's out soon.

That's our excuse. You know why you're here?

Yes. We go in, search it all.

No.

The search warrant I managed to get

mentions a specific offense.

Catano. - Violent theft, handling stolen goods

and aggravated theft. - There.

You touch nothing outside the garage.

You don't ask any questions irrelevant to this offence. Got it?

Where is the cellar?

What cellar?

When I questioned Wieck, June 25, 1995,

he said Dedieu was building cellars. Where is it?

Where is it on the plan?

You can see he was talking nonsense.

This is your only chance.

Come on. Out.

If there's a problem, use your talkie.

Charleroi Gendarmerie!

Gendarmerie! Open up!

Charleroi Gendarmerie.

What is this about?

We have a search warrant from the Charleroi prosecutor and judge.

To search Marcel Dedieu's house.

He lives here, doesn't he?

He's not home.

We'll come in anyway. Excuse us.

Will it take long? - If you cooperate, it'll be quick.

What are you looking for?

Vehicle documents. Keys.

Can you show me the garage?

Luc.

Luc, come down.

My son will show you. I have to feed this one.

He will go with him.

I'd prefer it if you didn't use the phone during the entire search.

Hello.

Can you show me the garage?

Is that your bike?

You have a pink bike?

You'll show me your room afterwards.

Can you show me the cellar?

Will you show me or not?

Do you have a cellar? Canl see it?

We're not here for that.

What about these pants?

Who do they belong to?

What is it to you?

Seal it. - Chartier.

Can you photograph this?

Why is there a contraceptive pack here?

Is it before or during the pregnancy? Is it after?

None of your business.

You can't answer much. Photograph this, please.

Do it. Rohypnol.

We have no right to do this.

I can't explain it to the judge.

Franco-Bulgarian dictionary. Why? You learning Bulgarian?

Irrelevant to the investigation.

Fake Bulgarian passport. Not bad.

Photograph that too. Sleep later, take the pictures!

A second contraceptive pack? Just after giving birth?

Chartier. - What's this?

What is this? - You're going nuts.

Who drew this? - We can't do this.

Can you answer me? - It's an old drawing.

Calm down. You'll get us in deep shit.

Photograph the passport.

Don't wait for me. Take the pictures!

You're ruining the search. Calm down.

Chartier.

Stop it!

Drop the camera and come help me.

I'm calling Hinkel.

Hey! Don't touch the talkie or you're dead. Drop it!

Come help me. Fuck!

You're out of control, Chartier. Stop it!

Do as you are told!

The cellar is not on the plan, you idiot!

What are you doing? Don't move! Fuck!

I won't take a blame for you! - Get lost!

You want to wreck your career, is that it?

Go ahead and ruin it! That'll make you happy!

Chartier!

Are you good?

Are you happy now?

Well done! One hell of a job as a gendarme!

Dediev has a cellar.

With tinned goods and peas. Great.

If we don't make the front page with... - Be quiet! Be quiet!

Well done. Great. It was all worth it.

Didn't you hear that?

No. What?

Children whispering.

The baby upstairs crying.

Calm down.

Calm down.

We found children's drawings, small clippings,

driver's licence, cash, car keys, fake passports.

Probably trafficking as we thought.

I took as many photos as I could

but because of him it was a little harder than expected.

It was in the back furniture, this one, the chest of drawers,

that I found the Rohypnol.

Chartier? - I heard whispering...

What? - Kids whispering.

You heard nothing. Dedieu's kids.

No, I'm sure... Shut up! - You, shut up!

You've stirred enough shit! - Calm down.

Are you done?

Dardenne, leave us, please.

Brigadier, you must believe me. Rohypnol isn't even framed right!

Dardenne followed my orders. Don't insult him.

You should have sent Catano. - He did his job.

From now on, consider him as your direct superior.

He's been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel.

Any disobedience will be punished.

I heard them. I'm not crazy.

You ignored the scope of the search.

Now there's a complaint and I'm to blame.

Brigadier, the labels on the VHS:

June 24, 1995, June 27, 1995, April 18, 1989.

Enough, Chartier. - Yes, April 18, 1995.

Stop reciting calendar dates like a computer. Get to the point.

The TV recordings.

All recorded the weeks kids were kidnapped.

You're sure? - I want to go back!

I'll forward your incidental report to the Central Bureau of Intelligence.

And then?

We let them do their job: coordinate.

Your statement should make a difference.

There's no time to lose if the girls are there.

Hello, Axel. Charles Hinkel for Judge Remacle.

Please hold the line.

Nadine, it's me again.

I won't be long, it's for a warrant extension.

To go back? - Yes, that's it.

We think the defendant

filmed stolen vehicles for his clients.

So I'd like to organise a second visit

to seize the few VHS identified on site.

This afternoon!

Can we watch this one afterwards?

Where do I put this? - Wait. There's no more room.

In my trunk.

What? - In my trunk.

Paul. - It'll take ages.

One TV, one VHS reader, 1,000 VHS. Come on.

They leave tomorrow. What will you do?

With that idiot, they won't watch them.

We take them, bring them back tomorrow. - No, it's not our job.

This is crazy. You can't leave your chick for one night?

Come on. I'll buy you condoms. - Fuck you, Chartier.

What are you doing?

The plans of the house...

There was room for a second cellar or a door.

Stop it. Come to bed.

There was another hideout, behind the cover.

Stop it, Paul. - It's not on the plans

and I'm sure... - Stop it. Come to bed.

Behind the boxes... - You don't eat, you don't sleep.

Come on.

I'm going back tomorrow, anyway.

I need to... - Stop it. There's nothing you can do.

I thought you knew Elina's family.

Don't you care?

I'm pregnant.

We're gonna become parents?

I can't do it alone.

You need to take care of us, understood?

You'll be there, promise?

Hello. - Hello.

Hello, madam. I'm Gina's mother.

Hello, mother. Here you go, mother.

This is very kind. - And my aunt.

Hello. - Hello. A pleasure.

Thank you. - It's good parmesan.

Thank you so much.

Do you like the pasta? - I'll tell you in a second.

I love it. It's very good. Thank you.

Delicious pasta!

Who does the cooking?

It's my mum.

These are really the best. No, thank you.

Water? - Yes.

Thank you.

So, cheers! - Cheers!

Thank you for coming.

Is it OK to cheers with water?

To our family. - To our family.

And to our new guest. - Welcome.

Welcome to the family. - Thank you so much.

My daughter is kind, isn't she? - Yes and beautiful, too.

The most beautiful. - She got it from her mum.

URGENT MISSING PERSONS' NOTICE

CAN YOU MAKE THE REPORT FOR;

TINE VAN BAERT, BORN 25 FEB 1978 MAITE BATTS, BORN 3 JUNE 1979

MISSING SINCE JULY 23, 1996

The Central Bureau of Intelligence confirms

a witness saw the girls voluntarily get in a car near the Ostend casino.

They left the party at 10 pm sharp?

The Judicial Police said nothing more. No link with Cécile and Elina.

And Dolman? There's our lead. He can pay 150,000 francs per girl!

The Judicial Police are no help. No getting stuck in your network theory.

Dedieu has accomplices! A scrap collector can't pay that amount!

His network is the only way to find the girls alive! Let's do it!

Brigadier, you there? - Is it your gut feeling?

Yes, Dolman could do that. He's filthy rich.

The operation is inconclusive, it's been months.

You want your big coup for the Gendarmerie?

Four more men and listening equipment.

I'll call the Judicial Police to collaborate. OK?

No. Tine and Maité are much older than Cécile and Elina.

Maybe they're in bed with boys somewhere.

This is far from your theory. - What theory?

I'm talking about young girls! Paedophile trafficking of unknown scale!

What don't you get? Fuck!

Be careful with your next words and your tone, Chartier.

We can't stop now. We can't leave them.

If Dedieu is linked to it,

I don't want to get blamed for letting it happen.

Understood?

No! No stopping now! - Stop it all, that's an order.

No! Fucking hell! Fuck!

The investigators favoured the hypothesis of a runaway

despite the parents' conviction that it was a kidnapping.

According to Tine Van Baert's father,

the search only began ten days after the young girls went missing.

He claims none of the testimonies gathered meanwhile by the family

were taken seriously by the Gendarmerie.

The only clue brought to my attention by the neighbours

is the presence of a suspicious white van

parked for several days in Ostend, about a mile from the sea.

It was only after this period the police finally began to search,

dig and turn over the sand,

to no avail.

Why won't you share the details of the investigation with the parents?

They're their daughters, not the state's.

Allow me to ignore the demagogic side of your question.

This is a rule of law.

I'm sorry to have to remind the journalists and the parents

that citizens don't lead the investigation.

Do you think the disappearance of Tine and Maité

can be linked to Cécile and Elmo's?

I'm an investigating judge. I have no crystal ball to help me answer.

If links had to be made between both investigations,

justice will deal with it in due course.

I have nothing more to say. - Mrs Remacle!

One last question!

Fuck!

Come on.

Marcel!

Where were you, huh? You got the video tape?

About that. How much do you pocket per tape?

What the fuck is it to you?

What? - You're trying to fuck me, right?

Is that what you're trying to do?

What turns you on about me?

Is it my little ass?

Is it my cock-sucking mouth?

Hands off! Never call me a homo!

Then don't fuck with me!

Why?

What do you mean?

I do business with Jacky now. - No.

Have you seen your face? I got the contacts. I do the dealing.

Then you'll have nothing. - What? Nothing?

You give me the video tape now! Now, you bastard!

You're not so smart now!

Here, son of a bitch!

I'll cut your arm off!

You'll tell Jacky I don't share.

Son of a bitch!

Didier!

Where's Tonto? We're going to meet up with him.

He lent me his car to come get you.

Get in. - To go where?

Get in. He told me to come get you.

Get in. Get in. - OK.

Good.

Who's he?

That's Didier. A friend of Tonto's.

He's not doing so good. He needs sugar.

Fancy an ice cream?

No. - No? An ice lolly?

Fancy an ice lolly, Didier?

If you want to fuck, it won't be for free.

Only Tonto gets it for free.

OK. OK. We'll do it your way.

Then we'll have a nice ice cream, all of us, OK?

Where's Tonto?

I watch you tenderly

I would have liked To talk to you

But I lacked the courage

I would have liked To take you

For a few steps by my side

Without imagining...

Imagining all kinds of things.

Hang on. Hang on.

Give me the video tape.

What? - The video tape.

Tonto told me you know where it is. - No, I don't have them.

Really? You don't have it?

No, I don't have the video tapes. - Give it to us.

I don't have it. I don't do the blackmailing.

Is that true? - Yes.

Well... no matter.

No matter. Don't worry.

No matter.

Go get me some ice creams.

In the trunk.

Get two ice creams and one ice lolly.

Go on. - OK.

Do as I say!

Come here! Suck if!

Suck the ice lolly!

Go on! That's it!

Suck the ice lolly!

You like it, huh?

Open your mouth! You like the ice lolly!

You love it! Open!

Is the ice lolly good?

No!

Go on! Suck the ice lolly! You love it!

Like that! Like that!

I often think of you, madam

I often see your face, madam.

I can't! I can't!

I can't!

No! No!

Your wife is in the delivery room. There's a slight problem.

A breech or a Nuchal cord.

As soon as I know more, I'll let you know.

A breech?

The baby isn't in the right position.

The gynaecologist is there. We'll see what he decides.

Delivery room or operating room. - Nothing serious?

Nothing serious. Rest assured. It'll be fine.

OK.

Are you sure? - What? I'm busy!

I'm waiting to hear from them. - What?

No! Not without me! Wait!

I'll be right back. - Paul!

Pauli - Paul, where are you going?

I haven't seen him in ages.

The last time you went fishing.

Yes. It's been over a year.

It's great.

Fuck, here are the muppets. That's all we needed!

We're going to Basse-Sambre Street.

We're joining the arrest.

Yes. The Judicial Police is in charge here.

We've been on the case for months. Can we go?

You're only stepping in now? - The arrest is today.

Take your gendarme friend and get lost.

Get lost! - No, we have to go!

Are you deaf? Don't you get it?

Get lost now! Bye. Good riddance!

Go!

Bastards!

Rene.

Yes. - The Gendarmerie is coming.

Call Hinkel! - I already spoke to him on the phone.

The Judicial Police is arresting Dedieu without us.

Hello?

Yes. I'll pass him to you.

It's the hospital. - I'll call back.

We'll go past the chapel.

To go where? There's no way!

See? What do we do now? - We'll go past the chapel.

No, there's no way!

No matter. Turn back.

Go past the chapel. - Enough now!

Your wife is in lab our. I'm taking you back.

No more bullshit!

Stop! Stop the car!

Fuck, Paul! Where are you going? Shit!

Come back here, Chartier!

What are you doing?

Hey! I asked you a question.

This is not the time to be cleaning up.

I've never seen them before.

I didn't do it.

Get lost!

Let go! - Don't move! Arms up!

The initial tests carried out on the van

used to kidnap Patricia confirm the presence

of Didier Renard, the drug-addict accomplice,

who denies abusing the victim during her sequestration,

as claimed by Marcel Dedieu.

Dedieu has been cooperative since his arrest.

He did not hesitate to guide the investigators to the hideout

devilishly concealed in the cellar of his house,

Basse-Sambre Street.

The Home Secretary praised

the finesse and diligence of the Judicial Police

who managed to free Patricia as quickly as possible.

I salute the Gendarmerie's coordination and efficiency

in this arrest made by the Judicial Police.

Can you tell us more about operation Maldoror?

I took upon my and the Gendarmerie's responsibility

to set up an operation

that greatly facilitated Dedieu's and the others' arrest.

I'm not authorised to say any more. Sorry.

That's all. There'll be an official statement.

Why not hand in my report on Dedieu? - What's with you?

The cellar! I heard them!

You thought I was stupid? - Let go!

Calm down! - Let go of him!

Let go! Calm down!

If anything happened to the girls, I'll tell them all about Maldoror.

Why did I rely on a delinquent like you?

What?

Your dad can be proud of his scumbag!

Scumbag!

Calm down, Paul!

Stop it!

Hello. - Hello.

I'll have to ask you to leave.

It's breastfeeding time.

Go and have a nice cup of coffee.

Put your hand above his bottom to pull him up a bit.

It's OK, honey. There you go.

Are you OK? It doesn't hurt? No?

Well done, honey. That's great.

See how well he feeds?

It's good, isn't it?

Well done, sweetie.

Good day to you all.

The horror. There is no other word to express

what was discovered at Marcel Dedieu's house in Marcinelle.

Cécile and Elina's bodies, as well as the body of an accomplice.

They could have died of hunger. That's what Marcel Dedieu said.

He also confessed to kidnapping Tine and Maité,

the two Flemish girls who went missing last year.

Sir, please. It's a bit loud for the baby

and very stressful for the mother.

I'll have to ask you to leave. - I'm sorry.

It'll be quieter for Mummy and baby. - I'll be right back, Gina.

I'll be right back.

That's it. Easy. Yes, that's right. Easy.

Hello, Rita.

The two little kidnapped girls were brought to Marcel Dedieu's house.

He was arrested on December 6 for car theft.

He then entrusted the girls to his wife, Monique Marini.

But she did not take care of them.

When Dedieu came out of prison in March,

and went home, he found the two girls dying.

One of them was still alive, but she died in his arms, it seems.

The public prosecutor, Mrs Mouscron, added

that the death of the girls must have occurred a while ago.

Close relatives and a psychologist assist the family.

For now, I can't tell you anything.

The autopsy is still underway? - The autopsy is underway.

The autopsy of the two little bodies found in the garden

should confirm that it is Cécile and Elina.

And that the girls died of hunger.

The Gendarmerie inspected the cellar on at least two occasions

with nothing unusual to report.

Madam prosecutor,

the Charleroi Gendarmerie searched Dedieu's home twice.

At that time, were the young girls still alive?

Searches were carried out. Twice.

But they were not carried out as part of Cécile and Elina's case.

They were carried out to find elements incriminating Marcel Dedieu.

Unfortunately, these searches led nowhere.

Numerous video tapes were seized during these searches.

Among them, though, were troubling elements incriminating Dedieu.

These images, and more explicit ones, are from these video tapes

that were later returned to Dedieu when he came out of prison,

due to a lack of equipment and time to view them.

Remember that Marcel Dedieu, 53, has an extensive criminal record:

theft, rape, assault, sequestration of minors.

That's more than enough to justify a surveillance operation

that did not prevent the ordeal, though,

that Marcel Dedieu and his accomplices put their young victims through,

kidnapped under the authorities' noses.

How could they have missed it? - At Dedieu and his partner's house,

the searches were due to resume this morning.

Here is the report by Sylvie Bastien.

This can't be.

Back home, they would have been dead by now.

We would have killed these scumbags.

The justice system sucks.

What century are we in?

Who killed them? It's the police that killed them!

They're all guilty because they knew!

Police, Gendarmerie...

Here, Gendarmerie and Police forces... we don't understand a damn thing!

Sorry, but all these magistrates are useless.

How can this be?

Being Belgian? To me, it's an idiocy today.

I'd spit on all those little shits.

If those were my kids, I'd leave here right now

to blow them all up, all of them.

Despicable!

Hey! Stop!

You OK, handsome? - I'm OK.

They'll take it all off today or tomorrow. Don't worry.

Gina's not here?

She and Gloria are upstairs to see the paediatrician.

You OK?

Yeah. - Anything new?

Let me see.

Tine and Maité's bodies were found under Tonto Klaude's patio.

The guy cut in half found near Cécile and Elina.

We don't know why Dedieu killed him.

I recognise him.

Hinkel charged you.

With?

Insubordination. Negligence.

What about our reports?

There's nothing left. He left no traces of Maldoror.

You're fired.

You get nothing.

Wait till I get out. You and me...

No. There's no "you and me".

I asked for a transfer.

There's a Colonel post opening up.

I'm calling it quits. I'm sorry.

No, it's not over. I have rights.

The journalists are like mad dogs. They dug up your family background.

Is that me? - You need to lie low.

You need to keep a low profile, understood?

Help me get out of bed. Gina!

No, you need to lie still.

Gina, help me get out of bed.

COP OR JOAN OF ARC

Come on, Paul. Let's go back to the room.

HE HEARD THEM, WALLED UP ALIVE

Come on, Paul.

No. We can't just go home. - Yes, we can.

He says I never mentioned the whispers,

I'll give my side of the story and we'll see.

You know very well they won't listen to you.

To them, you're an unemployed cop. Your word is worthless.

Fuck Hinkel. He did nothing. He knew.

They all knew and did nothing. You realise that? They'll pay.

Haven't me and your daughter been paying all along?

You won't save them anymore, Paul. - What?

The perpetrators are in prison. If's over. Move on.

Dedieu is nothing but a loser.

How would you know?

What do you know that the media don't?

The girls supplied a network.

But you have no proof.

I don't get it. You don't even know if they were part of a network.

You know nothing. Just that they're dead.

They! They! Who are "they"?

Cecile. Elina. Tine. Matte.

You can't even say their names. Look at you.

I live day and night with their whispering. You get that?

I didn't hide in the storeroom when Elina's mum showed up.

Seriously?

If you hadn't kept me that night, maybe I'd have found the hideout.

What? - You heard me.

I wanted to go back. If I had found the empty hideout

I'd have gone back the next day. No one stopping me. Not even you.

It's you. It's you, Gina, who begged me to stop.

And now, you ask me to make the same mistake?

You have no right to say that. - Yes, I do! Of course.

Because you let them die of hunger.

TONIO KLAUDE, DISMEMBERED ALIVE

GIRL, 150

NO FAMILY 180

Fuck.

Fuck.

Charles. We had an appointment?

I tried several times, but it seems your service is avoiding my calls.

I left you a message yesterday. You didn't get it?

It's possible. I'm swamped.

I only have five minutes to spare. Tell me quickly.

Jacky Dolman.

Do I know him?

I heard he worked at your old office in Brussels.

Not as a jurist, I imagine.

What is this about?

I hear he has connections all the way to China.

But his file is empty. Perhaps you can tell me why?

I know he works in the car industry.

He knows many businessmen and politicians.

And magistrates?

You won't answer me?

I was sure that after what you had gone through you had a career plan?

It's crazy how people change.

I came to get information. Not a romantic date.

The hearing is waiting for me. Sorry you wasted your time.

Thank you, Charles.

He denies it all.

Jacky Dolman admits he knows nothing about any paedo-criminal network

linking him to Dedieu and his accomplices.

At this stage of the enquiry,

the Court President has lifted his remand.

He is now allowed to go home.

As it has been repeated since the start of the enquiry in this case:

no objective element can link Mr Dolman to the case of Cécile and Elina.

He also isn't linked to Marcel Dedieu.

The remand has been lifted. Mr Dolman is now allowed to go home.

It was difficult because of his health. He's relieved to be able to go home.

But he has yet to appear in court

to clarify the origin of the vehicle abducting Patricia.

Today's hearing is separate from the bis file.

It was only about the remand.

To each day its own trial. That is one for later.

But were human remains found

in Mr Dolman's garage? Can you shed any light on this?

Regarding the garage, Mr Dolman resigned as director

of the Edelweiss garage, over a year ago.

He doesn't know what it is now.

But who is the victim? Did you know the victim, Mr Dolman?

Write this in your rags:

presumption of innocence.

You think it's fair to drag a person in the mud

because I look the part?

I ask the justice system to do its job

and you, you vultures,

to stop attacking honest businessmen

while so many scoundrels fly under the radar.

You have a man in front of you who is disgusted by your practices.

Tell us, Mr Doiman.

An outraged man. - Tell us.

Hello, this is Paul and Gina.

Leave us a message and we'll call you back. Bye.

Hello, this is Paul and Gina.

Leave us a message and we'll call you back. Bye.

Paul?

What are you doing? Why aren't you picking up?

I called you 20 times. We need to talk.

You can't stay.

Yes, but I can't spend my life at my parents' home either, right?

The little one needs you.

Please, Jeanne. You need to leave.

Get out.

What?

Get lost!

I would have preferred condoms.

You got the autopsy report? - No, I got nothing.

No more documents. It's a shit show.

At least tell me if it's a woman. I found a woman's hair.

Everyone is backstabbing each other.

Bring me the report, please. - No.

I need to know. Tell me if it's a woman.

I need to know. Tell me.

You need to rest.

You need to stop. Forget Dolman. Forget it all.

Once I know, I could link her to Dolman

and bring down the network.

There's a rumour that Jacky Dolman

could be an unofficial police informant.

He helped them bring down an English traffic

and the police paid him with pills.

Is Hinkel in on it?

Who's talking about Hinkel?

He must be in on it.

It's deep shit!

You have no idea how protected Dolman is.

It's judge Remacle's former office who used to represent him.

Dedieu paid the kidnappings with Renard's deals.

They put the blame on Renard. But the Court didn't get

that the cops funded the network with the pills. Get it?

But Dolman is untouchable! Untouchable! Get it?

It's over, Chartier! - No, it's not over.

Luis, you can't give up now.

We're so close. - I shouldn't have come.

I shouldn't have come! - You can't give up now!

Don't give up now. Luis! - Let go!

Jeanne!

Jeanne! Gina!

What do you want, Paul?

Hello. I just want to see my wife.

You have to leave. You can't. - Just five minutes.

Just five minutes. - You can't. Leave.

No. Luigi, call Gina, please.

Gina! - Paul.

I just want to see you! Come here, please!

What's going on?

Can you call Gina, please?

Five minutes. I just want to give her this.

She's not here. Come back when you're calmer.

What do you mean? She is here!

Yes, she's here. Gina!

I want to see Gloria! - I will show you what a Sicilian is!

Calm down, Angelo. - You are this family's disgrace!

Gina! - Ger' lost! No!

Gina! I want to see Gloria! Where is she? I want to see her!

Gina! Five minutes! - Calm down.

Tell her to come down, Luigi. - Calm down.

You won't talk to me?

What am I? Why won't you talk to me?

Look at me, fuck!

Gloria! Gina! - Calm down, Paul.

Tell my wife to come here! - Calm down.

Stop, Luigi. Why are you doing this?

I just want to see her. - You'll see her some other time.

Give this to her for me.

Go away now!

A SCENT OF HATRED

I asked a friend who's there, with his helmet,

to keep an eye on the construction site.

It's nonsense. It's the same everywhere.

Yes, but it's over.

I know that type of guy.

It's complicated. To be vigilant at all times.

To ask them to move a little.

If you don't say anything, you know how it is...

Three little blondes...

No! No! - Come on. Get in.

Come in.

You, come over here. Move! - No!

No! - I said move!

Sit down.

All good?

Yes.

Sit over here. - I don't want to.

No!

Mathilde! No!

Paul!

Here.

Did you choose the name? - I thought it was nice.

Thank you.

I've found a new job. I'll pay you back very soon.

Your husband's silence has already repaid me.

And Roberto?

We have impulsive kids, you and I.

In the interest of yours, I'd rather mine didn't know.

I arrived near the courthouse.

I saw Marcel Dedieu running away like his ass was on fire.

There was a policeman running after him for a while.

And then, I lost sight of them.

The prisoner took advantage of a moment of distraction

to escape the courthouse,

where he usually consulted his file.

Marcel Dedieu is armed with a gendarme’s gun

and is considered dangerous.

He robbed a driver at gunpoint. He left with the driver's car.

He then abandoned the car and vanished into thin air.

The public is asked to remain calm

and not to open to strangers.

This is typical Belgium. I mean, it's another Belgian story.

But this should never happen, anywhere.

If he escaped, it's because there was an open door.

He had help. I always said it. Someone helped him.

He had quite a few acquaintances in high places.

I'm stunned. It's a disgrace.

Things like this should not happen. It's done on purpose. It can't be.

I see no other way.

Yes, I'm ashamed to be Belgian.

Things like this should never happen.

After everything he's done.

It's hard. It's impossible to escape.

If you did it, then he'll do it too.

The politicians do nothing and neither do the police.

I think 1 live in a crazy country.

He's the most wanted, the most dangerous man.

I have kids. I don't want anyone touching my kids.

You understand?

It's not possible.

No time to explain. I need to know where your mum had this done.

Our supplier is a local guy. Léon Wieck.

OK.

Don't shoot, fuck! Don't shoot! I haven't done...

Get out of my house! You have no warrant! Let me be!

Look at me! Did Dedieu call you?

I don't know.

Where is he? - He needed a passport.

It's in the fridge. In the fridge, fuck!

What is he doing?

Get lost! Get lost!

Get out. Go on, out.

Marcel!

Here you go.

Good. You've done well, for once.

Were the girls in your cellar in January 19967

Look at me!

Answer me!

Were they in your cellar or not?

Answer me!

Answer me!

I recognise you.

I recognise you. You're that cop.

You're that cop. You can't do anything to me.

It was you: "Be quiet! Be quiet!"

It was you!

You can't do anything to me. Go ahead!

Shut up! - You can't kill me. You're a cop!

You can't do anything to me!

Paul Chartier,

former Charleroi gendarme, has resurfaced. What a turn of events!

He put an end to Dedieu's escape. Marcel Dedieu was shot dead.

You can go left, sir.

Somebody for you in the visiting room.

You may go.

Hello, Paul.

It's been a while.

Lieutenant General. - Call me Charles.

It shocks me to see you like this.

This is not where you belong.

What's good about the police reform

is that I often lunch with the federal prosecutor.

I asked him to re-examine your case

and the initial conclusions are rather optimistic.

So I can pack my bags?

I mean a substantial reduction in sentence

and parole in two or three years

if you maintain your exemplary behaviour.

I'm listening.

Jacky Dolman died two days ago in a hunting accident.

This morning, several federal police units received video tapes

incriminating many personalities blackmailed by Dolman.

Did you watch them?

I'm the only one who received a blank video tape,

named after the Commissioner general.

This video tape must be the one you said you found

at Mathilde's place.

I have here a picture of the man

you should have seen on the video tape.

I'd like you to identify him.

Do you recognise him?

I've forgotten.

I'm at a dead end, Chartier.

You're the only one who can help me. Please.

I know nothing escapes your notice.

What a pity.

You could have taken his place.

We're not that different, you know.

I too know about losing everything by trying to change things.

I'm done.

No, Chartier, please.

You done?