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NORTH STATION

YOU ARE NOT ON YOUR OWN

Hey, sir.

Sir.

Sir, can I ask you something?

- Do you have some money?
- A little.

Not just for me, but also for my friends.

- For all of us.
- I don't have anything.

He doesn't
want to share with his brothers.

- A leather jacket, but he's got nothing?
- It doesn't have to be much.

- Actually, I want everything.
- Everything.

I have ten euros and a tram ticket.

- Ten euros and a tram ticket.
- That's good.

Give them to me.

- I need them both.
- Look into his puppy eyes. Come on, man.

He's got balls, I'll give him that.

- Sir...
- Stop.

Your fucking wallet
and your fucking phone, asshole.

I don't have a mobile phone.

Yes, get it.

Get up.

Come on, let's go for a walk.

- What do you mean, he's got nothing?
- No, he's got nothing.

- Come on, punch him.
- Come on.

Hit him, hit him.

Hey, Bashir. Go on, hit him.

- Get out of here, quick. The cops.
- Ciao, ciao.

Son of a bitch.

Hey. You're leaking.

- You're leaking. No blood on my floor.
- Sorry.

Apologies.

Damn it, man.
Now look what you've done.

No spitting, no pissing, no puking.
And definitely no blood on my floor.

This place looks like a bloody abattoir.

Six euros and 50 cents.
I don't have any change.

Exact change or bank card.

LUCKY CHARM

Keep the change.

Good luck.

What?

Kirina?

It's Dylan.

Dylan from the ninth.

Is this your kid?

- Should I call him?
- Yes, call Pierre, son.

Fucking bastard.

Dylan?

Dylan Devuyst?

Yes, you. Get over here.

- Come and say hello.
- Cowboy.

Aren't you glad to see me?

- What happened?
- I walked into a crowbar.

A crowbar?

Borrowing money
also costs money, eh Dylan.

- Or your legs.
- Is that his thing these days?

At least I now have a seat wherever I go.

And you? What is all that?

You look like you've been hit by a tram.
Have you lost any teeth?

Hey... Welcome home, mate.

- Yes?
- He's on his way, Pierre.

Okay. Gotcha.

Pierre?

- Yes?
- Is there a new lock on my door?

No.

Throw it in the Scheldt. Or somewhere
in the Waasland or something. Yeah.

Once it's passed Lillo,
when they find it,

the DNA will have washed off.
I hope so for your sake.

Because I don't lie to the police.
Okay? Good.

Oh dear.

Happy birthday, man.

You see, I don't forget things like that.

Glad you're outside?

And early too.

You must have done something
for that, right?

My birthday is not until tomorrow.

I wasn't too far off, was I?

Any plans yet?

No plans.

- Just quitting this shit.
- Sure.

Are you sure you didn't pick up
any dirty habits in prison?

Only good ones, Pierre. Only good ones.

Was he a big guy?

Not big. But there were five of them.

That never stopped me in my day.

What happened to Cowboy?

Nothing.

I helped him get off the booze.
That's all.

- And gave him pills, I'm sure.
- Only the good ones.

Let's see. There. Good as new.

Thanks.

Don't you regret it?

Those ugly tattoos?

There are worse things to regret, Pierre.

That's true.

That is very true.

Did she suffer?

My mom. Did she suffer?

Here. Your new key.

You know you still have
some debts to pay me, right?

Any idea how you're going to do that?

I'll see if Staelens
is looking for people.

Staelens?

- Staelens has been bankrupt for two years.
- Or somewhere else.

They're always looking
for people who want to work.

This is great. I like watching this.

Do you actually know
how much you still owe me?

A few thousand or so?

22,124 euros.

But I'll round it off.

Let's say 23,000 euros
to make it easier.

Well...
I did help your mother with the rent.

Paid for her funeral. Your trial.

It all adds up, doesn't it?

And I haven't even mentioned
all the things I lost out on

because of your dumb move.

It will take a while to earn that, son.

If I...

- If I set aside 500 every month...
- I've been waiting for five years.

I'm not going to wait another four.

But I have a solution. You won't even have
to do any thinking. Just do it. Come on.

Listen. I have a client.

A little man with a big gambling problem.

He owes me money.

He works in the restaurant on Zandmarkt.

And his boss
is quite fond of illicit money.

- Why doesn't your client pick it up--
- Goddammit, that's not your problem.

Whatever. Give me that phone
and that envelope with that number on it.

Come on. I'll call him right away.

I'll tell him he'll owe me
a few thousand less...

if he forgets to set the alarm tonight.

ST VINCENT'S
ONCOLOGY

There is at least 50,000.
You just bring that money here.

You give me 23,000
and we'll split the rest. Done.

And that's it.

- Pierre...
- No. No funny business.

With all due respect,
I'm trying to stop this shit.

And I just said that I don't want
to wait four years, for God's sake.

Right, go and eat there, case the joint.

And by midnight, everyone will be out
and you can make your move.

Pierre, I never asked you
to pay the rent, the funeral,

- to do all those things. It can't be...
- That's true. That's absolutely true.

But I never asked you
to shoot half the city down.

And with my revolver, goddammit.

With my revolver.

Do you realize what you did?

What was I supposed to do?

Throw your mother out?

Have her put out on the street?

Was it her fault
that she was sitting there all by herself?

Broken with grief.

Broken with grief, eh.

With a widow's pension of next to nothing.

- I mean... One son in prison, the other...
- Which restaurant is it?

The Papillon.

Okay, thirty seconds for the alarm
and forty for the police.

Jesus.

- This isn't my first time.
- No, but it is mine.

Dylan, the alarm.

Ten-second countdown. Fuck, man.

Jesus. The one time I ask you
to come along...

- Buona sera. Good evening.
- Good evening.

- How are you?
- Fine.

- Do you have a reservation?
- No.

I'm alone.

Sorry, you need a reservation.

I won't stay long.
Just a main course and I'll be on my way.

Listen, I'd love to give you a table,
but we're full. I can't help that.

- What's full?
- What's full?

You ask good questions.

If there is no room for anyone else.
Look around. So we're full.

Isn't there always room for one more?

I like to give people with status
a little space to breathe, to live...

I appreciate that.

What should I do?

Can I offer you a drink?
Cava, Aperol, Campari, Martini...

Just a beer.

A simple beer, no problem.
Luca, just a beer for the gentleman.

Thank you.

Mrs. Dravet, here you go.
I have a Chardonnay Montrachet for you.

Exactly at the temperature you prefer.

- Thank you.
- And a Coke for the princess.

You know what I need.
I'll wait for my husband to order.

Take your time. We have all the time
in the world. Ciao, princess.

Luca, the bill for table 31.

Yes, Jeroen?
Yes, we are already at the Papillon.

What do you mean, you can't?

Yes, of course I think that's a shame.

Okay. No, no.

Yes, I understand. I'll see you tomorrow.

Ah. The day after tomorrow. Okay. Yes.

- Jeroen isn't coming, sweetie.
- I just heard.

- We can order now.
- Maybe he's too busy with the campaign?

Just a few more hours of work and then
he's off to a conference in Cologne.

That's politics. It doesn't stop...

But that means I'm a free woman tonight.

If you want to do something maybe?

Wait a minute.
Do you want to go out with me tonight?

Seriously?
Because I don't have to think about that.

I'll definitely take you out.

I'll be done by midnight.
Where should I pick you up?

Ah, I... Don't you finish at ten?

Normally, yes.
I always finish at exactly ten.

I've been closing up at ten
for 20 years. Not today.

Don't know why I have to close up.

But I'll pick you up
and take you to a great club.

I'm going to spoil you tonight.

I'll make sure
you won't want for anything. My treat.

Midnight might be a bit too late.

I was thinking of going
to watch the fireworks at eleven.

Maybe it's too late.

- I'll add my number.
- Okay.

0484 0... Hang on.

Give me your number.
I'll call you so you have mine.

Okay.
It might be too late, Toni. We'll see.

Anyway, take your time. No stress.

Are you afraid of the evil eye?

If only it were that easy.

- You can have it if you want.
- No, no.

Imagine if it worked.
I wouldn't want to do that to you.

- That would be the best money ever spent.
- Yes.

Ten euros and no more bad luck.

Three euros actually.
From the night shop.

Better still.

- It might be lower quality.
- Yes.

Still a little bad luck now and then.

A break-in.

But the only thing they steal is a
painting you wanted to get rid of anyway.

A painting...

- Would you like to join us?
- I don't want to disturb.

But you're not.

Go left, go left.

Freeze.

Stay where you are.

See you later. I'll call you.

DRAVET FURNISHINGS

So I did leave it at the restaurant.
Oh my...

Nobody found it there,
so I thought we left it here.

My daughter is staying at a friend's house
and without a suitcase... Anyway...

Margot Dravet. Pleased to meet you.
First my husband cancels, then the case...

I should have
accepted that amulet of yours.

Thank you,
and sorry you had to come all this way.

No need to apologize. I have time.

Fine, I'll walk back then.
To Elise. No...

I'm going to freshen up first.
Would you like a drink? Warm up a bit?

I'm not cold.

No, but you are thirsty?
And you have time.

Someone's home.

No. My husband just likes
to leave all the lights on.

To annoy the Greens.

Or drive to the bakery.
That's also one of his hobbies.

Here. That's better.

- I am allowed to be here, right?
- Yes. You are allowed to be here.

Would you like a glass of wine?

I don't really like wine.

Then you've never had good wine.
I'm going to convince you. No, sorry.

I don't want to force you.

Can I convince you?

You can try.

Here.

Bad conscience?

Here, a glass of Shiraz for the gentleman.

- Shiraz?
- Yes.

I thought I was getting wine.

- I know what Shiraz is.
- Ah, sorry.

Thanks. For the suitcase.

And?

- Yes, it's okay.
- Yes? I also like Shiraz.

That full flavor.
Blackberries, tobacco, pepper...

You can taste that, can't you?

Delicious.

Did you know that male fruit flies
who get less sex drink more alcohol?

It's true. There's been a study.
I'm not making it up.

You are a handsome man.

Your eyes.

And your cheekbones are so straight.

Chiseled. Like a statue.

Never mind.

Sorry.

I'm too forward. I know. Yes, I am.

I...

I can be too much. A bit scattered.

In every sense, actually.
A bit all over the place...

Sorry.

- No apologies.
- No, please.

You have to tell me if I talk too much.

I know I can be too present. Too loud.

Really?

I hadn't noticed.

If you want me to talk less,
just tell me to stop...

Don't stop.

The fireworks have started.

It's the last night of the festival.

I didn't know that was on.

Thank you.

- Bad conscience?
- If only you knew.

No, no.

Do you mind if I leave you
for a moment? I'm going to change.

Sorry.

No apologies.

Dylan, leave it.

Police.

I never asked you
to shoot down half the city.

- Come on, go.
- Hey. Stop. Freeze.

All done.

Maybe we should go.
I don't want to hold you hostage here.

No, sorry. I didn't know...

Go ahead... Take your time.

I didn't mean to rush you.

Sorry.

Would you like to take a walk with me?

You can say no.

But please don't say no.

- What was your plan for tonight?
- No plan.

Really no one waiting for you at home?

Sounds blissful to me.

Being alone.

Not having to think of anyone else.
That freedom.

YOU ARE NOT ON YOUR OWN

What if no one woke you up in the morning?
No one waited for you in the evening?

And you could do whatever you wanted?
What is that? Freedom or loneliness?

Charles Bukowski?

No.

Milan Kundera.

I really didn't take you for a reader.

I've become one.

Because of my brother. He's the reader.

Okay...

Do you have children?

Do you recommend it?

Oh dear.

No. Yes. No, no, definitely.

You know what it is?
A child makes you super vulnerable.

You have to let go.
But you'd prefer to put her in your pocket

and take her everywhere with you
to protect her.

And also...

A child is... a debt.

That you can never settle.
It's never enough.

Highly recommended then.

Sorry.

You're doing something to me.

I really don't want your pity.

I don't feel sorry for you.

And no apologies.

Did you know that crocodiles
can't stick their tongues out?

They can't. I don't know what the
added value is of being able to do that.

Good evening, princess. Hey, Mrs. Dravet.
That club tonight is "guests only".

But I've sorted it. You're on the list.
You can get in under the name Dra...

I can't whistle anymore.
Can you still whistle?

You can forget how to
if you don't do it for a long time.

And I haven't, I can assure you.

- I haven't whistled in a long time either.
- See?

You have to keep it up,
or you'll forget. Seriously.

I swear. It's true. Sorry.

I just rattle on all the time.

- You have to say stop. I already told you...
- Don't stop.

We won't stay long.
Just to have a look.

Five minutes. I'm just curious.

It's not that small.

And what a view.

You should dust sometime.

Liliane.

This is your mom?

What did she die of?

But that's far too young.

And your dad?

Never knew him.

You're already...

You're already dead.

Come on. We're leaving.

Too much sadness.

Sorry.

Oh no.

Your husband.

No. That's not possible.
He said he was in Cologne.

That's not possible.

Jeroen?

That's not possible.

He promised...

He promised me.

He felt better.

Is that because of the pills?
Is that possible?

- Jeroen?
- No. No, no, no.

Don't go any closer. Don't.

What should I do?

112. I have to call 112.

But what are they going to do?
He's already dead.

I'm going to call the police.

Wait. No.

- I can't be here.
- Yes, you can. You have to be here.

I can't be here alone.

Wait...

Wait in the hallway. Wait
in the hallway until the police arrive.

No. Don't leave.

You can't leave me alone. I need you.

Listen...

I've not been honest with you. I...

I was released from prison today. I ki...

Someone died because of me. I am...

I am not a good person.

And if I stay here
and the police come, then...

Call the police after I've left.

We never met. I...

I was never here.

- I'm calling now.
- Where is my...

- I'm calling them now.
- Wait.

So if you want to leave, go now.

Sorry, really. Sorry, I...

Now.

Go away!

What's your problem, mate?
Bring it on then. Come on.

Mrs. Dravet.

Give her some space.
Stand back a bit. Stand back.

Mrs. Dravet.
A little air. Breathe.

Here, a little... Stand back, I said.

Oh my God, what are you doing here?

Keep breathing.
Through your nose is good.

Help her up.

Do you need a drink?

- Have some water.
- It's okay.

I'll take her home. She'll be fine.

Are you sure?

Thanks for the help.
I can manage now.

You're looking at me like I'm a rapist.

- I'm just doing my civic duty.
- Me too.

It's quiet here.

Come in.

- Right.
- Nice apartment.

So spacious and large. Beautiful.

- Nice apartment.
- Here.

Nice.

- Really. Well done.
- Thank you.

Did you do the decorating?

- Yes. Most of it.
- Nice parquet floor.

Really nice. The floor. Nice lamps.

Would you like a drink?

- I'm a Baco man.
- Baco?

- Bacardi-Cola.
- No wine?

White wine gives me heartburn.

And red wine makes me fall asleep
and the night's still young.

And for you?

You have that latest speaker model.

- I'm more of a red wine man.
- That's really beautiful.

Give me the Wi-Fi code...
Oh, I'm already connected.

And what do you like to drink?

Shiraz.

Shiraz.

You'd better set a password.
This is dangerous.

I love the flavor.

- This is a banger.
- Black pepper. Blackberries. Tobacco.

Okay. Shiraz.

You can tell
that the people living here have money.

And taste.

She's a classy woman, Mrs. Dravet.

Pure class.

Everything's top-notch.

Antonio Giuseppe Giannini.

Just Dylan.

Just Dylan? That's mysterious.

Just Dylan. The guardian angel.
Who suddenly turns up everywhere.

First at the restaurant, then the club.

Not a stalker, are you?

Or just Dylan.

Just a coincidence.

You know Mrs. Dravet is married.

She's a bit out of your league.

I have no doubt.

Do you ever gamble, Toni?

Sometimes. Why?

Just asking.

You look like a gambler to me.

Do you win a lot?

Here we are.

Here you go.

A glass of Shiraz...

What are we talking about?

About coincidence.

I thought it was quite a coincidence
that I've met this man twice tonight.

I forgot my coat.

My phone is in my coat pocket
and I need it for my daughter.

Then we'll go get it.

- No problem. We'll go back.
- Yes?

Yes.

- We'll drive back.
- That would be nice.

Yes, definitely.

We're off.

I can drop this man home then.

Tonio.

- You'll be fine from here.
- Tonio.

Tonio.

Calm down.

I didn't say anything wrong, did I?

Let's have a drink first.
Your coat's not going anywhere.

- Devuyst.
- Go sleep, Cowboy. It's late.

Someone on the phone for you.

Go on then.

- Yes?
- Found anything in the boss's desk?

- Pierre...
- No. I don't want to know.

Right. It's not too late.
But it will be light soon.

And remember what I said.
No funny business.

Fuck off, Pierre. I'm...

I'm working on it. Okay?

You are a handsome man.

Your eyes.

You're doing something to me.

That's not possible.
He promised me...

- Where is my...
- Go away.

Dylan, leave it.
Only the money, Pierre said.

Fuck Pierre.

Do you know how much this is worth?
That's fucking gold.

Trust me, you'll thank me
when we lie naked on our boat.

- Dylan, we have to get out of here.
- We can buy Mom a house.

Away from the projects.
Away from Pierre. Let's go.

The dogs say hi!

Goddammit, Dylan.
The cops will be here in twenty seconds.

That's not 50,000, Pierre.

Freeze.

Freeze. Police.

Fuck you, fucking Baco man.

Put your gun down!

A gun? Throw it away.

Dylan, please. No. Throw it away.
Dylan, stop.

Stop.

Kevin.

Fuck, Kevin.
Kevin. Kevin, please. Fuck.

Do you realize what you've done?

No, no. Fuck. Kevin...

But... You're already...

You're already dead.

Yes, that's true.

That's my brother. My twin brother.

Stay with me.

Fuck... Kevin.

Pierre.

Pierre, I have your money.

Well...

Look who it is... My buddy.

Pierre... Your money is here.

Sorry, mate. I didn't know
you were one of Pierre's guys too.

Dylan, what's this I hear?
It's your birthday.

Happy birthday.
It's our friend's birthday.

Is it your birthday? Goddammit...

- And how much was there?
- 50,000.

- You were right.
- I'm always right.

What's this? Don't mess with me, boy.

It always looks less than it is.

Guys...

Give it to me. I've worked hard.

You didn't do shit.

So little?

- That's true.
- Easy, man.

- Thanks, mate.
- There.

Thanks, uncle.

- Give it back.
- Pierre.

- What?
- Give it back.

- I don't have anything.
- Pierre, come on.

Give that back.

Pierre, stop.

Stop.

- Stop.
- Finley.

Finley.

Back off.

- Finley, please...
- Get out, I said.

Finley, wake up.

- Open the door.
- Open the door.

Open that fucking door.

Once.

Someone has tried this once.

Once. But not twice.

Hey...

What did I hear?
The alarm went off, didn't it?

That wasn't agreed.

That pizzahead can expect a visit.

- Pierre, please. Nothing happened. Let--
- No need to be afraid.

The boss isn't going to say anything.
What could she say?

That her illicit cash has been stolen?

Exactly 50,000.

How did you do that?
You should work at the bank.

So... Hang on. 50,000.

That's twenty-three for me.
And the rest is twenty-seven.

We'll split that.
So that makes 13,500 for me

and 13,500 for you.

As agreed.

You can keep it.

You can keep it, Pierre.
It's for you.

Pierre. I said I want to quit.

I want to leave here.

I want to earn my own money.

What?

- I want to earn my own money.
- You already said that.

But what do you want to quit?

I'm asking you...

What the hell do you want to quit?

- What?
- Yes, what.

Well...

Everything... Pierre.

Fucking everything.

This. Fucking this.
Everything I destroyed. This.

Do you think I don't realize?
What I did, Pierre?

This is because of me. It's my fault.

I did it. Not you. Me.

Every fucking day.

I'm better than that...

I'm better than that.

Since when?

Do you think you're better than me?
Is that it?

- Better than your brother?
- What? No.

- Than your mother?
- No.

That's not what I mean.
And you know that.

Business is business.

Pierre...

Pierre, come on. Pierre, don't.

Pierre, stop. Stop, stop.

Don't.

Take your money
and leave me the fuck alone.

Who do you think held her hand?

You asked earlier if she suffered.

Well...

Do you really want to know?

I don't think you do.

I held her hand. I did.

Not you. You were in prison.

Me.

Until the very end.

Until the very last moment.

If I... If I gave this to you,

then you haven't stolen it, have you?

I'll give it to you. It's a gift.

I'll give it to you. It's a gift.
It's a donation.

I did not let her suffer.

She didn't suffer.

You should dust sometime.

No worries, Mr. Alderman.
I will bring your wife home safely.

Excuse me.

Come on...

That's an ugly lamp.

What are you doing? I'll help.

- Let me help you.
- I'll be fine.

I can manage. I'll be fine.
No. It's okay, Toni. It's okay.

The rule is:
in for a penny, in for a pound.

I think the rule is:
no means no, Toni.

That's okay. It's alright.

No. Sorry.

Toni, I don't mean that literally.

I don't mean it literally.

You don't have to.
But is it a yes or a no?

It's a maybe.

For "maybe I will".

Let's go.

How's that possible? Jeroen?

Is he home?

But that's not possible.
He's in Cologne.

- I'll be off then.
- Jeroen?

No, no. Is he home?

Holy Mother of God.

That's impossible.
He wasn't going to do it. He promised.

He promised. He wouldn't do it.

I hid his gun. How could he...

Is that because of the pills?

He takes so many pills...

- Don't look.
- What should I do?

112. Is that the number?

Should I call an ambulance?
But he's already dead.

You can't leave me alone. I need you.

...Toni Giannini.

- Can you send an ambulance asap...
- Go!

...to Bergstraat 36?
We've found someone dead. It's a suicide.

Now!

Shot in the head. Yes.

I'll come down now.
Good. I'm on my way.

When will you be here?

Okay. I'll take the lift now.

Mrs. Dravet, we need to go downstairs.
Come. Together.

Here. Grab your coat.
You'll be fine. I'm here with you.

SERVICE STAIRS

Sir. We're coming now.
We're on our way to the door.

That's impossible.

What are you doing here?

What have you done?

What have you done?

What is this?

What is this?

What have you done?

Yes, Jeroen...

Jeroen isn't coming, sweetie.
But that means I'm a free woman tonight.

Do you want to go out with me tonight?
Are you serious?

I'll be done by midnight.

Don't you normally finish at ten?

Not today. I have to close up.

Are you afraid of the evil eye?

If only it were that easy.

So I did leave it at the restaurant.

I'm going to change.

Sorry.

All done.

Why? Why me?

I needed a witness. An alibi. That's all.

No apologies.

Dylan, go. Go back.

Dylan Devuyst?

Antonio Giannini. That name ring a bell?

No? Okay...

Do you consent to a home search,
Mr. Devuyst?

Or would you rather
we waited for a search warrant?

Thank you.

I don't even know
what "holy ground" means.

But he is buried in holy ground.

In Shiraz.

Like the wine.

It's in Iran.

But Amin was born here.

The only son in our family.
All the rest are girls.

He wanted to be a policeman too.
Just like his aunt.

Laleh didn't want that.

And I kept pushing.
That he would be "a good one".

That he would have a career.
That I would help him.

We are twins too.

Laleh and I.

Not anymore.

I was not welcome...

at the funeral.

I am no longer welcome anywhere.

Never again.

- Claustrophobia. I know.
- Me and lifts...

Don't try too hard later.

Enjoy your five years in prison,
because once you're released...

you're dead.

And there will be two graves.

One for you.

One for me.

- What?
- Yes.

What the fuck...

Didn't you know?

He's here.

Can we first have your ID card, please?

That's not mine.

Antonio Giuseppe Giannini.

That's not mine.

Then the question is:
how did this get in your pocket?

- I found it.
- Found it?

- I was going to bring it in.
- Where do you find something like that?

- I thought it was mine.
- This is yours.

I see it's your birthday.

Happy birthday, Mr. Devuyst.

- What is this?
- Routine test.

For gunshot residue. Thank you.

Is that allowed?

- Is that allowed?
- It is if you don't refuse.

See you later.

That pizzahead can expect a visit.

Walked into the kitchen cupboard. And you?

Mr. Devuyst.

Is it true that you spent
part of the evening with Mr. Giannini?

Yes.

- An hour.
- An hour too long if you ask me.

Then I dropped him off at those sad flats.

I went with Mrs. Dravet
to pick up her coat

and drove to her house.
She invited me in. I went inside.

And there was the man, dead on the sofa.
On top of my wallet.

Can you tell us
where you lost your wallet?

I didn't really lose it.

Mysterious.

I was looking for an excuse
to go back. That's all.

I put the wallet in the sofa,
and when I came in,

he was sitting on it.

- You don't think to take the wallet--
- You can go, Mr. Giannini.

- Are we done?
- Yes, you are.

- Anything else, call me.
- Thank you.

No problem.
Can you help me, please?

Yes. Just a moment.

- Pull here...
- Are you okay?

You didn't react.

Mr. Giannini mentioned
the dead Mr. Dravet...

and not a single reaction.

Nothing.

So it didn't surprise you?
That Mr. Dravet was dead.

It should have come as a surprise to you.

- Where does this money come from?
- It's my money.

And who did it belong to
before it was yours?

Don't you dare cry.
You have no right to feel sad.

Mr. Dravet caught you.

You pushed a gun into his mouth...

and then you fired.

- That's not what happened.
- Is that so? Bizarre, though.

There was no gunshot residue
on Mr. Dravet's hands.

And the lab will soon tell us
that you have residue on your hands.

That's not what happened.

- That's not what happened.
- Once a murderer, always a murderer.

Next thing is, you'll claim
that Mr. Giannini went back himself.

Eh, Dylan? To shoot Dravet in the head.

Isn't that right, Dylan?

Unless Mrs. Dravet is lying too,
of course.

You won't find any gunpowder on my hands...

- because I was wearing gloves.
- What?

I was wearing gloves.

I'm going to have to agree with you...
Sonny.

Once a murderer...

Sonny. Go get a coffee.

Coffee?

A glass of champagne, you mean.
Right, Dylan?

And a cigarette,

because that nicotine gum
is doing nothing for me.

- You too?
- I'll come with you, yes.

For a coffee.

I'm sorry.

It had to stop.

It had to stop at some point.

Not the humiliations, or the bruises.

It was his eyes.

The way he looked at her.

At Elise.

I know that look.

I've seen it often enough myself.
It had to stop, Dylan. It had to stop.

I was wearing gloves.

I was wearing gloves.

I'm sorry.