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Bravo.

More, more.

Simonne rang to say she's not coming anymore.

I need to find a new maid.

Put an advert in the paper before you go to school:

Wanted, live-in childminder, good cook, own room.

Do it yourself.

I beg your pardon?

Do it yourself. I have to catch up after yesterday's absence.

I've had enough of your cheek.

You insolent devil.

I'm sick of your impudence.

That's it. No more dancing lessons. No more going out.

You can't stop me from dancing. - No? We'll see about that.

You cheeky thing. You'd better listen to what I say.

We'll see who's the strongest.

Bruises, day after tomorrow

gates of hell, red glow

it doesn't matter, hidden deep

nose broken, overbold

grey deceit and drip drip

storm coming and sweet dreams

brutally smothered and deeply depraved

fire and pink underwear

don't wanna know, empty mind

floating free, away from here

I have a dream that I will follow

if I don't I will die

...at the party, and she came up to me. The blonde.

I swear.

Sam.

Sam, come here.

Listen, I can't come and pick you up after school.

Stay at school until mummy comes for you.

Will you do that? You too.

Goodbye, sweethearts. Go to your classes, now.

Hello, kid.

Vic.

You know I'll give you some money anyway.

Smart house. Is it yours?

It's not a house, it's a hotel. 'Hotel', see?

Puia, how can you become a newsagent if you can't read or write?

You'll have a hotel and I'll have a newsagent's, a smart one.

Come here.

We've got to teach you to read and write...

so that you can lead a normal life.

Goodbye. - OK.

That doesn't look good.

My name's Vic.

I see you pass here every day with the two little kids.

Can I take a look? - It's just a scratch.

Wanted: Childminder for filthy rich family, two children...

parents always away, must be good with children, good wages.

That'll attract a lot of candidates. - I hope so.

So, counting you, your mother has two maids?

How did it happen?

It's my mother's way of telling me she loves me. Goodbye.

I can't let you go like that.

You need stitches.

You can still run away afterwards.

Let me take you to the hospital.

Yes? Come on.

I always sing when my mother hits me.

In my head. Loud as I can.

There was a little gyppy girl, sitting all alone

crying, crying, crying on a rock

come little gyppy girl, come and dance with me...

When I was little, I always said 'gyppy' instead of 'gypsy'.

I still sing it that way.

I've always wanted to be a gyppy.

There's something wrong with me.

There's nothing wrong with you.

How old are you? - Sixteen.

Well, in ten days' time.

Wait ten days before you run away. - No, I can't wait any longer.

I want to live on my own. I want to go to dancing school.

Sarah, you can hang on another ten days.

Have you got a place to stay?

Have you registered at the dancing school?

Have you got any money?

When you do something like this, you do it properly or not at all.

Don't let anyone or anything stop you.

Did you give her the invitation? - No.

You're all talk and no action. Do it. - Right.

Don't let them get to you, at home.

Sarah...

I want to dance with you at my party.

Could you teach me to dance?

Teach you to dance?

See you tomorrow? - Yes.

Way to go.

So? - Yes?

What?

Get that make-up off your face.

You can't apply looking like that. - Apply?

Hello.

Who's that?

I'm Rita. Vic sent me about the advert for a childminder.

You must be Sarah. - Yes.

He told me to come quickly.

Something about an advert that would attract lots of people.

Come here. Bring your doll with you.

My parents are out. - Well...

What's her name? - Celine.

And what's your name? - Sam.

How old are you?

Five.

Do you think I've got a chance? - Yes.

When can I come back?

Tomorrow morning, after the advert appears.

I didn't know that. Stupid Rita.

Right, then.

If you come, could you wear a little less make-up?

And dress a little less flashy. - OK.

One more thing. Don't mention Vic to my mother.

No, I'm not that stupid.

Where did you go today? School rang me.

Who are you? Who is this?

What are you up to? Who is this?

I met her when I was placing the ad.

She was looking for a job. I told her to come round.

What's that? Give it to me.

Who is Bas? - He's just a boy from school.

That's all?

With a rose?

Did you spend the day with Bas? - No.

I was at the hospital having stitches put in the cut you gave me.

Out of the question. You're not going to this party.

My daughter is no slut.

She's no tramp, no pile of shit with flies buzzing round her.

Can you start straight away? - Yes, of course.

What's your name? - Rita.

Take Rita to her room.

Sarah. - Yes, I'm coming.

I'm leaving. This is a mistake.

You've got to stay because I'm leaving. Vic's going to help me and...

Vic is...

Not in bed yet?

What's wrong? Why have you still got your jacket on?

She wanted to go and get her clothes.

Is that the new childminder our daughter picked up on the street?

My daughter has good taste. - Stop it.

Don't bother to go out.

You'll earn enough here to buy new clothes.

So?

What's that? What happened?

It's got nothing to do with mum.

I fell at dancing.

It's always the same. It's always my fault.

You should be here more often. - Don't start.

I hope you are as kind as you are pretty.

Because my daughter and I need somebody like you.

Drunken old sod.

Come here, you.

Show me. - Ouch, that hurts.

Goodnight, my little angel. Get to bed.

I'd prefer you to stay here. We'll buy you new clothes tomorrow.

Go on, get to bed.

You too.

The entrance exam is June 22...

and the minimum age is 16.

What do I have to do? - It's all explained on the form.

Claudia. - Hurry up, the lesson's starting.

It's an important lesson, with Mr Louaffi.

Nobody's ever given me flowers before.

I can't take them home with me.

We'll leave them here, then.

You know they're here for you.

Thank you for sending Rita.

I've registered at the ballet school.

I just have to get some money together, then...

I'll take this one back with me.

It pricks.

Can you see it? - No.

Damn.

Goodbye, sweet gyppy girl.

I have to go.

The boss wants something else. He's fed up with her.

Tell him I'll have another one soon.

Fresh, innocent. And she'll soon be sixteen.

In school uniform.

Not bad, eh?

Is she still intact? - Yes.

She could bring in a pretty penny.

Tell the boss to wait another ten days.

Give that one a second chance. Tell him there's a tasty morsel coming.

I'll see what I can do.

I'd like to scrape his plate clean first.

For free.

I'd like to get a closer look at your new find.

She was out on the town all night. She's out for the count.

Enough, or we'll lose your schoolgirl.

Hello, young lady.

My name is Hugo.

I'm Vic's uncle.

You're hurt.

Would you do me the pleasure?

You don't like that? - No.

Me neither.

Wait. Stop here.

This is it. Thank you. Goodbye...

Uncle Hugo. A little kiss?

Next time, Vic can drive and we'll go in the back.

We'll get driven around.

Thank God you exist.

You're barking mad.

She's as pretty as a picture.

She's worth her weight in gold.

Why wait ten days? We could have grabbed her now.

Never under 16. That's the golden rule.

Until then, keep your filthy paws off her.

Now move it.

Hey, Vic.

Take it easy, OK?

Come on in, darling.

No more life of luxury. From now on, you take Rita's place.

Vic, open the door.

My mother ripped your invitation to shreds.

Come on, Puia.

Do you know that stupid Dutchman?

That stupid Dutchman is my best friend.

Maybe you have other friends, ones you don't know yet.

What's up? School? Give somebody a bad haircut?

Her mother threw her out. - Yes, but I've got an idea.

Vic.

Sorry, I must go with this young goddess.

I've got something for us.

You can sell them. They're worth a lot.

One for my flat, one to live on, and the last one for your hotel.

This isn't right. - Yes it is. You help me, I help you.

I don't want you getting into real trouble at home.

This is Puia.

You should go to school.

You've already missed two days. - I want to go too.

You don't have to take me.

Sarah, shall I ask your mother if you can come to my party?

I want to dance with you tomorrow. - Leave me alone.

Vic. - You've got an admirer.

Me?

Bas? No. He just wants to learn to dance.

I missed you.

Don't do that. - What?

Don't fall in love with me.

I'm too old for you.

You should dance, flirt and party with boys like Bas.

Bas? I'm not interested in him. I want to be with you.

I think about you all the time.

Bas came round this morning.

With another invitation. Your father says you can go.

Rita, help me put my shirt on. - Coming.

A beauty like you should find a man...

to take care of her and her child. Here. Take this money.

Don't tell my wife. - I won't.

What were you doing? - And what were you doing?

You're stealing for Vic, aren't you?

Sarah, don't trust him. Keep away from him.

How dare you say that? You've got my dad's money in your pocket.

It's not just the stealing. Vic is dangerous.

He found you this job. You accept dad's money.

Why shouldn't I give him something?

Sarah, Vic's a pimp.

He has prostitutes working for him. He's ruthless.

He's only interested in you as long as you earn him money.

You're lying. - No, I know what I'm talking about.

Vic's my half-brother. - Rita?

I don't want to lose this job because of your stupidity.

I was just helping her get dressed.

Here we are.

Dad. - Come on, smile.

Hello, Sarah.

Here she is, as promised. Her mother will come for her at midnight.

Take good care of her.

Bas, I can't stay. - Hi, Bas.

Great party.

Come on.

Happy birthday. - Thanks.

Mum, this is Sarah.

So you're Sarah. Hello. - Hello.

How are you? Did you hurt yourself?

It's nothing. I banged into the glass door in the living room.

I'm always doing stupid things like that.

Would you like a cake?

Go on. I made them myself.

Don't you have something to show Sarah, upstairs?

Bas, I've got to go. - Sarah...

I've got something for you. It's upstairs in the studio.

I'll give it to you when it's finished. - No, Bas. Sorry, but I've got to go.

What's going on? - Nothing.

Here at least I can keep an eye on you.

Vic...

You mustn't come here. This is no place for you.

Rita told me I shouldn't trust you, that I should keep away from you.

She said you're a bastard, and her half-brother.

Calm down.

Come here.

Sarah.

What Rita said is true. - What did she tell you?

That you are a pimp.

Wait. Sarah, for Christ's sake.

Sarah, I love you.

What do you mean, my daughter isn't here?

Where is she, then? - I'm here, mum.

I was waiting outside.

Why? You've been crying.

What were you doing outside? Answer me.

It's my fault.

I...

What?

What did he do to you?

I kissed her.

That's the last time I let you go out. And you, stay away from my daughter.

Home, you. That's it, no more parties, no more buzzing flies.

I told you this would happen.

There was a little gyppy girl sitting all alone

crying, crying, crying on a rock

come little gyppy girl, come...

Still up?

Where's your mother?

In bed.

What did you fight about this time?

That stupid party.

I didn't even ask to go.

Mum says she won't let me go out until I'm eighteen.

She doesn't want me to become a slut...

a whore...

and a pile of shit with flies buzzing round me.

But I'm not a whore.

I never will be.

Of course you won't. Come here.

I'm afraid. - Afraid?

I don't know... - Nothing will happen to you.

The way you talk about love...

Mum talks about sluts...

and you talk about boiling rivers...

whores and pimps.

What's all this about?

Calm down. - There must be some nice guys...

who don't just want to fuck me, who are...

Calm down. ...gentle.

Listen to that.

I've had that music on my mind all day.

What are they singing?

Erbarme, erbarme dich.

Mercy, compassion.

Sarah, your mother's afraid. She's so afraid.

She's panicking...

at the thought of losing her lovely eldest daughter.

You must take pity on her.

She finds it hard to accept...

that you're a young woman now.

She wants to keep you with her.

Your path is clear, all you have to do is follow it.

We are only...

passing through here.

There's no reason to be afraid.

Dad?

Are all pimps bad?

The world depends on pimps and prostitutes.

So...

I suppose there must be a few good ones around.

Good night, dad. - Sleep tight, sweetheart.

Bitch. You betrayed me.

You're here to keep an eye on things.

Not to cause trouble or suck up to the father.

Leave me alone, Vic. Piss off.

You're not going to fuck up my life. It's over. Bastard.

Goddammit.

I understand you don't want to see me again.

I came to say goodbye.

You'd do better to avoid me. - No.

I don't want you to be tainted with my filth.

I can't be sure you won't land yourself in it anyway.

You're not safe with me.

Would you ever harm me?

I'd never harm you.

Sarah, let go of me.

Let go of me, forever.

Sarah.

Don't be so naive.

He's full of tricks, he protects no one.

He doesn't give a damn about you. He's not interested in you at all.

He's only interested in money. - You're wrong.

Look, he refused to take these.

He pushed me away because of you. - You're a piece of shit to him.

But he won't send you away. He never lets go of his prey, he prostitutes it.

For Christ's sake, Sarah.

Listen, either you tell your parents, or I will.

Uncle Hugo, do you know where Vic is?

You can't find him?

Get in. We'll go and look for him.

You have to help me.

Rita wants to tell my parents. She'll get us separated.

Filthy whore, how dare she?

Sarah, I'd never harm you. You know that, don't you?

Go to The Choice. I'll be there in a minute.

Try that one more time and I'll cut your balls off.

The boss wants your little gypsy girl. - She's mine.

He wants her first. - She's mine.

You're crazy.

Is it okay for me to stay now?

You can stay at a friend's house. - Really?

Yes. - When can I move in?

Two days' time. - On my birthday.

I've got some money.

I don't want to go back home.

Do you know a place where no one will find me?

Please, Vic.

Yes, I'll find a place.

To your new life. - To our new life.

Everything's alright between us again?

Yes.

Where the hell have you... - Hello.

Isn't Sarah with you?

No. She's not here? - Calm down.

It's 10 in the evening, my daughter's out in the streets and I should stay calm?

Where is she? - I don't know.

Why would he know? - He kisses her, so he should know.

Come on, we'll go and look for her. - Stay here. I'll go. Are you coming?

Jesus, what a mess.

Fuck Uncle Hugo and his boss.

I have other plans for her.

During the day it's a caf� for students.

Oh no, my father...

What are you doing here? Your mother is worried sick.

Who are you? - I don't know her.

No? But you were whispering in her ear.

I whispered: Good luck. - Oh yes? I'II...

I don't know him.

Get in the car.

What were you doing dancing on the table?

Is that your dream?

To dance in caf�s?

To throw yourself into the arms of the first man who comes along?

Who was that guy anyway?

I don't know.

You don't know, you don't know.

You stink of him.

What's with this bear? A girl like you doesn't need a bear anymore.

Dad, no. Stop.

Go to your room.

Marcel, where was she?

Dancing for a guy, on a table in some caf�.

Say anything, and I'll tell them that you are a whore...

that you have no kid and take money from dad.

Come here.

She's whispering with the maid.

Denise, I thought we agreed to stay calm?

I'm curious. Speak.

Say something.

Say something. - Denise, please. Sit down.

Sarah...

this Bas boy says you often go into that caf�.

Is that true?

Marcel, don't be so naive.

Who was that guy you were dancing for? Who?

Speak to your mother. - She doesn't know that guy.

Whatever I do, she doesn't bat an eyelid.

Rita, come here.

You're bosom pals, aren't you? What's my daughter up to?

Did she say anything to you? - No.

She didn't say anything.

Wipe that smile off your face. Go to bed.

See you soon.

Bye, sweetie.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

Hey, darling.

Come on, come to mama...

Sarah.

I'll wait all night if I have to.

I want to know what's going on.

Speak to me, please.

I can feel there's something going on.

What are you up to?

Tell me, please.

Do you really want to know? - Yes.

That guy's a pimp.

Yes, a pimp.

He's going to help me get away from here.

Marcel, did you hear? Who is this pimp?

Get away from here? - Yes, a pimp.

He's a real teddy bear. A thousand times kinder than you, or you.

What do you mean? I want to know. - Go to your room.

She's winding you up. Go downstairs.

You've never hit me before.

That woman is unbelievable.

Come here.

Come here.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

That Dutchman's dangerous. - Yes, so keep out of his way.

Sarah, he's a pimp. - So what? He's a pimp, you're a snitch.

I'm not allowed to come to school alone, thanks to you.

I warned you.

Where's the money and the jewelry?

Where's the jewelry?

Get to work, you.

Sarah, come quickly.

That bitch of a childminder's made off with my jewelry and our money.

I have to join dad at the police. Here's some money.

Order pizzas for yourself and the kids.

No messing around, OK? - Of course not.

I mean it. - OK.

That's enough, kids. Go to sleep.

Why?

Now?

Yes, just a second. I'm coming.

You look pretty. - Is that what you came to say?

No. I wanted to give you a present for your birthday.

Wait, three more seconds.

Here. Happy birthday.

Thanks.

Sorry, Bas. This isn't a good time. Come on.

Marcel, she'll be up in a minute.

Typical. - What?

Typical. - What?

I play the stern father, and it's still not good enough for you.

Upstairs or down? - Brute.

They're pissed.

I'm sixteen. I'm getting out of here.

Where will you go?

You can't go with that pimp.

No, I've got other plans, but...

You can come to my house.

Watch out for that Vic guy.

It's beautiful.

Yes. - Yes?

The jewelry is insured, and well insured.

Really? - We'll get more than they're worth.

Long live robbers.

It's my birthday.

I'm sixteen. - Sixteen?

Buy yourself a present tomorrow. And we'll eat out.

Come here.

What are you going to do? - Nothing.

Is Bas your boyfriend? What about that pimp?

Mum, there's nobody. - Leave her alone.

You never tell me anything.

What are you up to? - Denise, leave her alone.

Let me talk woman to woman with my daughter.

Must you always be the centre of attention?

I'm going to live alone.

Let's raise our glasses and sing a song for your birthday.

Happy birthday...

Tomorrow I do the entrance exam for ballet school.

For the time being, you'll do what we tell you.

No, I'll never do what you tell me again.

Leave me alone. I'll never come back here.

Sing with me. - Denise, no good will come of this.

Go to bed. Something's going to go wrong, I can tell.

You're going to come a cropper.

Sing with me, please.

She's gone, her clothes are gone.

Don't overreact. She's a teenager, she'll be back.

Marcel, this is serious. Take the children to school.

Impossible. I've got a meeting with the Lebanese. It's worth millions.

Sam. - Calm down.

Leave me alone.

Vic isn't here.

Idiot.

You think you're better than me, don't you?

Bringing some more diamonds?

For his hotel, for the future?

I've been saving two years for his damn hotel.

Fuck.

What did she say?

Nothing.

Sarah, what did she say?

She's jealous of us, that's all.

What's wrong?

Rita's gone with our money and the jewelry.

Shit.

Goddammit.

If they look for Rita, they'll come looking for me too.

You can't leave home now.

I'll sort this out. I'll find her.

I'll find her, give everything back and then nothing will stand in our way.

I had nothing to do with this.

Do you believe me?

I've got a surprise for you.

I want my little gyppy to be happy.

Come on.

Roses that you can take wherever you like.

Congratulations.

I've found Rita.

And the jewelry and the money.

And there's an even better surprise waiting for you.

What surprise? - Later.

Dad, champagne.

Is Rita here? - You'll see.

Room 402, please.

It's OK.

Yes, 402 please.

What now?

Where is Rita? - We don't need Rita.

Look, everything's here.

Nothing can stop us now.

It's just us two. We've got the money and the dream place.

Nobody will find us.

We leave tomorrow, to my island, my hotel.

You'll dance.

Like a goddess.

When I saw you dancing on the table, yesterday...

They'll pay a fortune to touch you.

You'll decide. You don't have to fuck them if you don't want to.

Now I want to make love to you at last.

I want to fuck you every way I can.

No, Vic. I have to stay here. I want to go to dancing school.

What about us? - Us?

What about me? I want to dance.

I want to be the best dancer in the world, not just of your hotel.

I won't go with you. I can't.

I'm not a hotel dancer.

I love you, but I can't do it.

I don't want to ruin my life.

I'll give you money.

There's enough.

Let me leave.

Let me leave.

Stupid little bitch.

After one day you'll be begging me to let you dance in my hotel.

Just one day of spreading your legs will be enough.

They'll be queuing up. Tomorrow.

Uncle Hugo will be first in line.

You were never in love with me.

Just one day. One day, little gyppy girl.

Your little pussy will bring the money in.

You wish your lanky friend was the first one in?

From now on, he'll have to pay.

There was a little gyppy girl, sitting all alone

crying, crying, crying on a rock

hello little gyppy girl

Come and dance with me. Come on.

I can assure she's not here.

Please, I said she's not here.

If I were you, I'd go to The Choice. It's in the Draakplaats.

Sit down.

Uncle Hugo? You can come and get her.

Young lady...

You had to hit her, I see.

Shit.

Two hours. If you're not back by then, your brother and sister are dead.

I'll get them from school.

Mum.

My little angel. I've been looking for you all night.

What happened? What's wrong?

I don't believe this story about a street fight.

Your daughter has been raped. Several times.

She's in a state of shock.

It should be reported.

Mum, something happened last night.

Forget it.

If you knew everything I've had to forget.

Eat something.

You have to keep busy, move on. That's the best way.

Something bad's going to happen to the kids. We've got to get them from school.

Darling.

Nothing's going to happen.

You are Sarah Lenaerts. You're sixteen.

Your life is just beginning.

I'll drive you to school.

Then you'll collect the children, as usual.

No. I'll take the tram.

As usual.

Dad, I need you. Now.

Sarah, no. Impossible. I can't leave.

Just a minute...

Today we'll be talking about...

Bas, come here.

What's all this?

Can you look after the kids? - Did that bastard do this to you?

Did that shit hit you?

Come with me, please.

To my house.

I love you.

Take care of the children.

If I'm not back by four o'clock, take them to my mother's.

But I will be back by four.

Come quickly, they're wrecking the caf�.

Caf� The Choice.

I can still hear you saying: She's mine.

Do something. - Stay out of it.

Come on, come on.

Bastard.

Bring it on. Come on.

You piece of scum.

At last.

Where are the children? - With my mother.

Understood. Thank you.

She admits having stolen the diamonds...

and given them to the suspect.

Can't she come home? - No.

I can leave.

I'm sorry.

We've both got a black eye.

You have to stay here to confront that man.

What's all this about?

Making a choice like that...

There's not much chance they'll hold him.

It's your word against his.

Rita. I have to find Rita.

Shut up, little bitch. - Dad, listen, Vic and Rita are...

Shut up or you'll get a proper hiding.

Leave her alone, you bastard. You never gave a damn about her.

She got herself into this mess, she can get herself out of it.

You stink. You disgust me. Come on.

We'll hold him for a few hours. That's all we can do.

The enquiry is pending.

Stay away from him.

Goodbye.

Get out. - I want to know where Rita is.

Get out. - I have to find Rita.

You've caused enough trouble. Get out.

Tramp.

I know someone who knows where Rita is. Come on.

Open up. - I can't. I'm locked in.

Don't worry. You don't know what I'm capable of.

How long will they hold him? - A few hours.

These envelopes hold all the money from my tricks.

I wish I could see his face.

You've got to help me.

What are you doing here?

You've got to denounce Vic.

Vic's my half-brother and I'm wanted for stealing. They won't believe me.

You won't get him that easily. - I've got it all back.

Shit.

Sarah came by a couple of hours ago. She was looking for Rita.

We're...

really together in this, eh?

Shit, here's Vic. Let's go.

Come here. - No.

Up against the wall, you.

Dad?

Where's mum?

Look, I've got it all back.

Dad?

Vic's been arrested.

I've brought Rita back with me.

Can she stay here?

My daughter is a whore.

My daughter chose a pimp.

The bastard fucked her.

Of course he fucked her.

He thought it was OK.

Little gifts.

My daughter's a whore and she's willing to pay for it to boot.

Normally, whores get paid.

What will you do for me...

if I give you 200 euros?

Strip?

Or maybe you'll give me a blow job first and then strip?

Yes, you've got a pretty mouth.

My daughter has a whore's mouth.

Sarah, I give you my permission to become a whore.

But first you must qualify.

Sarah. - Don't touch me.

Here's the money you slipped between my breasts last night.

Mummy.

Darling.

Stay here.

What's this money?

What happened, Marcel?

Nothing at all. She stays here.

I thought mum was bad enough, but she's nothing compared to you.

I'm just getting started.

Stay here.

What happened?

Four months later

Can you tell right from left? - Yes.

OK, up. Good.

Not brilliant, but we're getting there.

Last time, I promise. - We'll get it right this time.

Fantastic.

Dad?

Ladies and gentlemen, the show for the first year of modern ballet...

will begin in a few minutes. Please take your seats. Thank you.

I wanted to wish you luck. - You got the invitation.

I didn't dare give it to you myself.

I'm on first.

I never thanked you.

You helped me and I never said thank you.

I've missed you.

I've saved a seat for you in the front row.