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PROF. DR. MATTHYS UROLOGIST

The prosthesis is saline with a silicone rubber covering.

The procedure is about thirty to sixty minutes under anaesthesia.

We make an incision in the groin to insert the prosthesis,

and then we close the neck of the scrotum to prevent it from moving.

It's light.

-There are other sizes. -Right.

Other colours too maybe? Flashing lights?

I'm sorry...

It's just...

I feel ridiculous.

Have you spoken with any of the counsellors I recommended?

Talking isn't going to help. Any more than this.

So...

I can still look like a man even without my balls.

It's pathetic...

I shouldn't have wasted your time. I'm sorry.

There's nothing ridiculous about it, Niels.

Don't you think it's important to feel comfortable with how you look?

How you feel?

Yes, but...

But there's no sense in pretending to be one thing. When...

Really you are another.

I'm sorry to have wasted your time. But thank you.

Morning.

Niels, Niels.

How was it?

Fine.

-When can they do the operation? -Mum, I'm at work.

Me too, we work in the same building. I'm allowed to ask...

Yes, but not now. Not now.

I wish I believed in God.

Would make all this easier to explain.

What do I do?

What would God do?

If there is a God...

he's a funny old fucker.

-We are ready. -Understood. Over.

We're going for a walk with Noelle.

Okay, enjoy your walk.

I think that's mine.

We need to get different cases.

See you later.

Yeah, I am almost there. Where are you?

Where?

Which entrance is that?

And how do I get out of this fucking car park?

God I hate hospitals. Two minutes, I'll be there.

-Mathieu de Boer. He has to be... -I have no idea.

-Mr. De Boer? -Next room, to the left.

Okay, thank you.

Here it is.

Mr. De Boer?

Police.

What do you want?

My parole officer call you again? The guy's a retard.

It's about Natalie Rose. You're listed as her next of kin.

I am?

Jesus. Really? When did she do that?

A medical procedure about eighteen months ago.

We were an item for all of a few months.

Dumb bitch must have forgot to change it.

We found Natalie's body this afternoon. She's dead.

You keep selling your arse, shit's going to happen.

We need you to formally identify the body.

That's not possible. I'm waiting for my kid to have an operation.

God knows when. This place is run by retards.

Is there someone you can call to keep an eye on your son?

Or we can leave an officer here.

Hey, I'm gonna call Mama, hey?

Come keep an eye on you.

I'll come. After I take a piss.

Didn't he just?

Probably flushing the rest of whatever he has in his pocket.

What a nice guy.

Yeah. Poor kid.

A Dad like that.

Told you I fucking hate hospitals.

Come!

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

Listen...

I...

The other day I was out on my farm and...

Sir?

Sir?

Is everything okay?

I don't...

Never mind.

Café Stellan, let's pull any CCTV in the area for yesterday.

-Is that it? -Yes.

He doesn't move from that spot.

Madam.

Madam.

Thank you.

This is Antwerp station.

Do not forget to take all your luggage and property when you leave the train.

I come to read the meter stand.