02x04 - Fair trade

[bunniefuu]

Celeste?

For my horny princess.

To make our fairy tale naughtier.

Tell me, what happened today?

I came home from school
and there was another package.

Our secret forever.

When did it start?

It started two weeks ago, I think.

But she hid the first
packages in the garage.

Do you have an idea who it could
be? A boyfriend or something?

No I do not have a boyfriend.

Someone who wants to bully you?

Come Céleste, just tell me
what happened. Just tell the truth.

Okay? I won't get angry.

For the thousandth time, I
don't know who that came from.

It could also be that
someone wants to hit you.

Is there someone in the family that
you have a fight with or something?

Friends or neighbors?
- I get along well with my neighbors.

Every year I throw a garden
party for the entire street.

Céleste also babysits
nearby, so no, I wouldn't know.

And your husband, is he aware?

No, my husband died ten years ago.

My daughter is 15 years
old and is being stalked.

You could at least find
out who the culprit is.

I understand that. What we can
do now is call the police officer...

The local police officer.
You should arrest that person.

Mrs Wilders, I understand
that you are concerned.

But try to see everything in context.

Your boss is Marc Vermaelen, right?
- That's right yes.

Is he here today?

Small contribution?
- For what?

"Save Kevin." What does
Kevin need to be saved from?

Of his death as a virgin.

I'm holding a collection and we'll use the
proceeds to give Kevin a hooker as a gift.

Have you completely
fallen over yourself now?

Can't you even check on those girls in
the glass street?

Maybe he gets a discount with his
police card.

You can come and watch with
the entire corps. Come. No, Bob.

Do that on your own time.
- Hannah, I'm having a collection.

To let Kevin pick his flowers.

Is it time?
- Good gentlemen, the Wilders case.

Have those three boxes
checked by the lab.

Sexy lingerie is delivered to a
minor. That's sexual stalking.

This also includes neighborhood
research in Anne-Sophie's neighborhood.

And ask Céleste's classmates
whether she is being bullied.

That Anne-Sophie has
you under her thumb, right?

I think it's more than just her thumb.

I referred Anne-Sophie to the local
police officer, which you also did.

But half an hour later I get
a phone call from the mayor.

She is now threatening to go to the press
because we are allegedly ignoring a case.

Wait, if I understand correctly, the
real pedos and rapists have to wait...

until the mayor's girlfriend is
appeased. That's right, isn't it?

Come on guys, we're going
to waste a lot of tax money.

No one saw anything in
that entire neighborhood.

There's no one sneaking
around. No suspicious persons.

Not even a neighborly dispute. Nope.

Céleste gets good grades
at school, she is not bullied.

There's actually nothing
wrong with that child.

Marc can't blame us. He
can visit the mayor again.

Whoa, Bob. Hello, this is Hannah.

Okay.

We'll get there right away.

We have a suspect.

Charles.

Eat mine.
- Thank you.

This is my neighbor's
house. Pascal Cardinaels.

My daughter has been babysitting
there for about a year now.

She spends more time there than at home.

Why do you suddenly
suspect your neighbor?

You two get along well,
right? There isn't even a hedge.

I found this in her room. That
is almost three thousand euros.

She didn't just earn that by babysitting.

And read this note.
That proves everything.

For my favorite babysitting princess.

Can we see her for a moment,
the princess? Is she in her room?

No, she's at the pool. Come on.

Mom, I want my money
back and that note. It's mine.

It's for your own good.
- I didn't do anything wrong.

Pascal even less so.
- We've already talked about this.

A bunny?

What is her name?
- Gandhi.

I also have a rabbit. He
is a bit bigger. Marvin.

Does your neighbor,
Pascal Cardinaels, also pets?

No, he believes that if you bring an animal into
your home, you should also have time for it.

Otherwise it's abuse.
- Yes, there is something to be said for that.

Yes, Pascal thinks about those things.

He also does something about it. He's
committed to the environment and all that.

I want to do that later too.

Is that why you two get along well?

Yeah, he's just cool.

Cooler than boys your age?

They like that, don't they? When
you stroke them behind their ears.

Are there things that Pascal
does to you that you don't like?

No. Are you starting now too?

Pascal would never do something
like that and neither would I.

And that note and that money?

He just pays me to babysit.
- Three thousand euros.

Yes, he is rich. He does
what he wants with his money.

Did you buy that
iPhone with that money?

I got that from my mom for my birthday.

I save Pascal's money to do
something for neglected animals later.

Start a shelter or something.

He supports me in that.
My mom, on the other hand...

Yes, Kevin?

Pascal Cardinaels is a kind of
alternative well-known Flemish.

A web celebrity.

He sold his textile company
in Nazareth six years ago...

to become a full-time world improver.

He writes books and gives
lectures on Consumption Less.

What?
- Consume differently.

Do more with fewer resources.
- Oh, God. Electric drive.

He is involved in various
environmental action committees.

Ecological footprint. Electric
cars, the whole shebang.

I can already hear it,
such a dark green prophet.

What is this?

No criminal record, right?
- No, blank.

He got divorced six years ago and he has
custody of his fifteen-year-old daughter.

And he also has a seven-year-old son.

Five pieces. Please.

Underwear for Céleste.

And you think I...

Baptiste, go play in
the kitchen for a while.

Listen, I'm 42 years old.

Why would I give such
gifts to a fifteen year old girl?

To get her into your bed.

Come on. That's absurd.

Sexual abuse of a minor is not absurd.

It's tantamount to r*pe. That's
not absurd, that's the law, sir.

Yes, I am aware, but I have
nothing to do with those gifts.

Well, then you probably have nothing
against us taking your fingerprints?

Of course not.

Apparently Céleste spends more
time here than at home. Is that right?

She looks after Baptiste
when I'm on the road. That's all.

And she gets three
thousand euros a year for that?

Yes, because she saves up to do
something for neglected animals later.

She told me that. The right hand.

Just relax.

How come her mother
doesn't know about that money?

Anne-Sophie is still stuck in that
classic pattern of status and career.

And consume. Céleste is different.
She is looking for an alternative.

She is very sensible with money.
Maybe she doesn't say that at home.

Can't your ex take care of your son?
- The road to consuming less.

My ex lives in the
Netherlands. She has remarried.

I haven't seen or heard
from her in five or six years.

No new girlfriend?

No time.

No time? Be kind to the earth. Nice title.

Thank you. That's my last book.

A kind of plea to find a
reconciliation model...

between the socio-economic context
from which our entire social structure...

is constructed and the
natural properties of the earth.

It's a shame that so many trees
have to fall for these great ones.

You are mistaken, sir. It is printed
on 100 percent recycled paper.

"For my favorite babysitting
princess." Did you write that?

Yes, I wrote that.

You can imagine that a
mother of a fifteen year old girl...

is a little worried.

That was written out of
friendship. Céleste knows that.

Maybe I shouldn't have done it.

Then you could have saved some paper.

You also design clothes, I see.

No, every year in our
service club we have...

a kind of benefit evening for charity.

Sponsored by the local middle class.

I am a co-organizer. Look, the
theme this year is a fashion show.

With the theme of fair trade.

Exchange clothes for money.
You just have to come up with it.

The designs are all by
the final year students...

from the fashion academy.

The materials are all
biologically recycled.

I'm going to show you the way out now
because I still have a few things to do.

Good, Mr. Cardinaels. Have a nice day.

And now? I mean, with that
accusation, what happens to that?

Nothing for now. We have no evidence.

You won't get them either, because
I have nothing to do with the case.

Okay, then you don't have to be afraid.
- I'm not either.

But as a writer and speaker...
- You are afraid for your good name?

If you think Mrs Wilders is going
too far, simply file a complaint.

Then the circle is complete.

I get along with all my neighbors,
I want to keep it that way too.

Then find another babysitter.
That would already help.

Hello Girl.

I have Zumba later, can I have 25 euros?
- No, you just got your pocket money.

I have to treat. We'll have
something to eat afterwards.

Another greasy bite, for sure. There
is plenty of food in the refrigerator.

You know I get pimples from your bio-junk.
- That's my daughter Roxanne.

Say, do you know Céleste from next door?
- Why, who are you?

Can you just answer Roxanne, please?

Céleste is a b*tch. She is only concerned
with her animals and I know a lot.

When she sees a street dog,
she gives him her sandwiches.

Typical.
- Typically crazy, Dad.

Yeah, throw that bike.

What I don't understand: you
give your daughter 25 euros...

and your neighbor girl three thousand.
- 25 euros a week, right?

If you convert that, that's...

Times 52, that's something like
thirteen hundred euros per year.

And for nothing. Céleste
works for that money.

Besides, if I gave her a thousand
euros, it would be gone too.

That child can't handle money.

Why don't you let her
babysit her brother?

Firstly because she doesn't want to and
secondly because she is away more than I am.

After school she has dance lessons
and swimming and study group. Book club.

They urgently need to
reduce their consumption.

You'd better cut back a bit, sir.

He has a point, Charles.

Good morning.

You are too late.

Did you need more time
to choose your daring outfit?

Otherwise you look neat.
- I have a good personal shopper.

You can use her number.
- No, thank you.

Bon sh*t, bon genre, that's not my thing.

Shall we?

Hannah Maes, session four.

Last time we talked
about your half-brother.

You then described
him as smart, strong...

and as a kind of letter
combination: MTFBWY.

What does that mean?

Star Wars. Obi Wan Kenobi.

May The Force Be With You.

He said that to me when I
thought I couldn't do something.

And that helped you?

Yes, that did help me.

That was something between us.

One word, ten letters, no vowels.

Plural.

Ten letters. No vowels?

That is not possible.
- Yes.

You're kidding me.

You just have to use your mind.

You always with your stupid riddles.

Hannah, when I'm gone, you have to promise
me that you'll keep looking for the word.

That is too hard.

Hannah, MTFBWY.

Hannah, Céleste didn't lie.

According to the gynecologist,
she has intact hymens.

Virgo Intacta.
- Well little one, so you're not alone.

Have you informed her mother yet?

He was relieved that
Céleste was not r*ped.

But wait, I'm quoting her verbatim.

She may still have been abused
and she is definitely being stalked.

And what are you going to do about it?

The lab?

Yes, the lab results are in.

Those postal packages
were indeed full of fingerprints.

But there is no match whatsoever with
Pascal Cardinaels. I think that guy is okay.

That guy is as fake as
a breast enlargement.

Playing the green guru if
you first sold your factory.

Enough. Are there matching
items in the database?

No. But Charles is right.

That Pascal Cardinaels
is a big hypocrite.

He says: My daughter can't babysit
because she does too much after school.

Zumba, swimming club, study
group. I canceled them all.

They don't know Roxanne
there Cardinaels. Pascal lies.

Or Roxanne lies to her
father. That is also possible.

Background check on
that Anne-Sophie Wilders.

She is a little too zealous
in accusing her neighbor.

I want to know who I'm dealing with.

Roxanne.
- My father is at his service club...

for that damn fashion show.

I have to go to school. Or are
you going to tell me why I'm late?

What are you doing here at home in the
afternoon? - Eating.

That organic crap
gave you pimples, right?

I got my period and I didn't have
any tampons with me. Well okay?

And what do you do in the evening? Don't
come swimming, ballet lessons and Zumba.

Is that your business?

Would you rather go to the
office with your big mouth?

I work in the Must.
- What is that?

The Must Have. That's a
matter for a friend of my father's.

And does your father know that you work there?
- He helped me get that job.

And does your father know
you're lying about the rest?

We've been to your school.

We tried talking to a friend
of yours and you know what?

We didn't find one of your friends.

Is that punishable?

According to your mentor, you have already
been suspected of theft three times.

Suspicious, yes. It
has never been proven.

Maybe because your dad
is sponsoring the Rome trip?

Lucky for me, huh. Anything else?

Hey, man.
- It's a bit wild today.

Say, why aren't you undressed yet?

Excuse me?
- All your colleagues are already on the catwalk.

I assume you are a model
after all. With such a figure.

I haven't shaved my legs.

Pascal Cardinaels,
where can I find those?

Pascal. Inside. Save from
the stress. Success with it.

Sorry.

Hey, you also have ones that
you can blow up. Is easier to carry.

We spoke to your daughter
and asked around a bit.

Yes, that book club.
- That's for Dominique.

What?
- They don't know her in the book club there.

And that study club...
- Also not.

Swimming club, ballet club.
- Also not.

They don't know her at
the swimming club either?

That's very strange.

Of course I'm not home much either.
I don't keep an eye on her all day.

I'm glad I know. I'll
keep a closer eye on her.

She says she helps a lot in the Must.

The Must Have. Yes I know.

That's from Noel, that's the
owner, a friend of mine. He just left.

What about those fingerprints?
Have they been investigated?

No match.
- Voilà.

You have to work a little autonomously.

Please, that's a blanket. Come on.

Now can you excuse me?
I have to continue working.

Good luck.
- Thank you.

You too.

Good. And now? Question
that guy with the doll?

Yeah, but just call Kevin.

Kevin? And you?
- I have other plans.

Getting nowhere, little one.

Good day, Sir.

Can I help you?

Good day. Vice Investigation.

Not for that naked mannequin, right?

Roxanne Cardinaels,
does she work here?

She helps here occasionally after
school. With her father's permission.

Will you pay her?

No, Pascal didn't want that.

A fifteen year old girl who comes here
to help for free. I do not believe that.

What are you insinuating?

I give her something from
the warehouse every now

and then. She deserves it.
She does her job well.

Say, have you sold this recently?

That could be. But don't ask me who.

That's my wife's specialty.

I will check the statements
from your payment terminal.

Celeste Wilders. Do you know
her? Also a fifteen year old girl.

Being stalked.
- Never seen.

Did you send her that?

My wife and I have owned
this store for over twenty years.

I am happily married.

I wouldn't want to give them a living...

the happily married men who
send lingerie to a young thing.

Good. Kevin?

Ten letters, no vowels, plural.

That doesn't exist.

A word. Ten letters. Plural. No vowels.

Does that mean anything to you?

Riddles.

That was really something for Bart.

Sometimes we worked on it for hours.

I loved Bart.

Me too, Hannah.

And that he was your stepson...
- That didn't make any difference.

Why won't you tell me why he left?

You left angry the last time, didn't you?

Now what kind of comparison is that?

I can't stand being lied to, Dad.

I'm not lying to you, Hannah.

Only...

I can't tell you everything.

Just try to understand that.

For your own safety.

Trust me.

Okay, I trust you.

Then tell me everything.

You know that's not always possible.

And what if you were silent when you
weren't allowed to talk about something?

Then I know something is wrong.

And then you investigate
that again. I know you.

That's my business.

Then you should trust me.

That robbery at our house,
was that to keep you quiet?

And does Bart have
anything to do with that?

What?

When I was attacked in my loft, were you
in the restaurant with Marc at the time?

You haven't been to my loft?

Did you go to the restaurant
first and then to my house?

Did Fedrigo force you to come along?

I really can't say anything, Hannah.

There you go.

I got him.

If there's anything else,
just shout. Its not far.

Thank you.

See you soon.

Kevin, don't you feel
like going for a drink?

Yes, but you said no then.

Back then I thought you were just
like those other losers from Zeden.

I'm really not like that.

No really. I'm really not like that.

Eight hours in the Vooruit?
- Okay.

Kevin in action.
- You scared me.

Here boy, take it. Then
you can treat yourself.

We're just going for a drink, aren't we?
- It's an ice cream bunny. Do not forget.

Make sure she is tipsy first.
- And only then make your move.

Say, and while you're at it...

and she says: More.
Then don't suddenly...

Don't try harder.

Just keep doing what
you are doing calmly.

And when she asks to make
love, don't say yes right away.

Otherwise it's like you're out and about.
- But don't wait too long either.

Guys, if you all know it so well...

why do you have a new one
every week? And you none?

We just went for a drink.

We chatted a bit.
Acquainted. It was super fun.

Sure. But how far have you come?
On the balcony or in the basement?

Who do you think I am, you?
- Did you just go for a drink?

And nothing else?
- Yes, Charles. Nothing else.

So it's clear, he's still as much
of a virgin as he was before.

Give that money back.
- It's all spent, anyway.

I told you: That Janine
is an ice cream rabbit.

Because she doesn't jump me on a first
date? I wouldn't want someone like that.

Correction: You would
like, but you can't get them.

Hannah, if you go out with
a guy and you like him...

how far do you go?
- Very far.

I immediately ask him
how the case is going.

Anne-Sophie's husband
died in an accident Dubai.

She retires. Never remarried.
She is involved with Rotary.

And the parent committee
at the school Celeste.

A desperate housewife with too much money,
too much time, too much of everything.

And she has a crush
on Pascal Cardinaels.

If I can believe the secretary
of the president of the Rotary.

And maybe she's accusing him
because she's tired of her gimmicky moped.

Her what?
- Her trick moped.

Anne-Sophie sends
lingerie to her own daughter?

Because she can't have Pascal?

And accuse him of
touching her daughter...

is also not the best pick-up
trick. You should know that.

I requested the copies of the Must Have.

Bank cards and credit
cards and so there is no one...

who has bought that kind of
lingerie in the last few months.

That Noel may have dropped
off the lingerie from his own store.

He's such a pervert.

And what about Roxanne?

She can smear Céleste
to mess with her father.

Because he pays his babysitter
but not his own daughter.

Good day. You wanted evidence that Pascal
can't keep his hands off my daughter.

Just read her diary.

I ran my tongue along his belly
button. I saw his c*ck swell in his briefs.

I kissed the tattoo just above his...
- Stop.

It's all not true.

I made it up.

So if we ask Pascal about
that tattoo, he will deny it?

No, that is true.

What kind of tattoo is that?

The Chinese character for love.
- How do you know it's there?

Céleste, you're still a virgin. How
can you know all those things?

Those details about
sex and about Pascal.

Roxanne told them.
- Roxanne?

Sometimes when
we're in her room, then...

Give that thing in that white bag.

I also have another test
here. Have you had sex yet?

Roxanne?

Are you making loud orgasm noises?

Yes, that's here.
- Okay, I'll do the man and you do the woman.

But none of that is real.

What you write about
Pascal, what you do with him...

is that real?

I'm crazy about him.

But he...

But he what?

He doesn't treat me the same way.

He's never touched me.

We are only friends.

Can I have my diary back now?

Mrs Wilders, one more question.

Moment. Wait a moment in the car.

Why did you look at
your daughter's diary?

Because I got a text message.
- Did you keep it?

No, it's a song I didn't know.

Why don't you arrest Pascal?

That diary and that tattoo
can only come from him, right?

We're going to question
him, but we need proof first.

So you still don't believe me.
- I believe your daughter is being stalked.

But falsely accusing someone can
have serious consequences. Also for you.

Have you had a
relationship with that Pascal?

Peers. He divorced,
you widow. Neighbors.

Is that what you think of
me, that I'm on the hunt?

I haven't had a relationship
since my husband. I'm not looking.

And I don't want a relationship.
I want my daughter back.

I'm sick of this whole situation.

About this big, the
Chinese character for love.

That's really none of your business.

Mr. Cardinaels, you don't have to show it.

Just yes or no. We can also
take you for a medical examination.

Yes, I have a tattoo like that here.
- Thank you.

Did you ever show it to Céleste?

No of course not. Are you
going to start that again now?

Have you ever seen
that tattoo of your father?

Yeah, in the summer or so,
when he walks without a shirt.

So he was allowed to do
that when he was young.

I should come home
with a tattoo someday.

Let alone pay him.

Did you tell Céleste
what that tattoo looks like?

Could be.

Mrs Wilders has received
a strange message...

and I see here that you have
her phone number in your iPhone.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

Anne-Sophie is my neighbor. Of
course her number is in my iPhone.

Now you can give my iPhone back.

Have you recently sent a text
message to your neighbor, Anne-Sophie?

No, I've never sent a text
message to my neighbor.

Can I see your cell phone?

That was the first thing I got away-
thrown when I sold my business.

Do you send Céleste lingerie
from the shop where you work?

Do you think I'm a d*ke or something?

No, but have you ever
had sex with a man?

That is none of your business.
- Yes.

I think you're giving some pretty
detailed sex tips to the girl next door.

It's been a long time since you came
outside. -That's not so bad.

Read's in the Flair. And what you
don't find there is on the internet.

Roxanne, are you looking
at that filth on the internet?

If there was a TV, I
could watch other things.

Dior. Dolce & Gabbana.

What is this? Versace.

Jewels for sure. No, expensive perfume.

They are hand-me-downs from Noel's.

Where do you get the
money for all that stuff?

Girl, what the hell are you doing?

Don't tell me you don't
know what's going on here.

My father isn't really interested in me.

All he cares about is his
charities and his f*cking babysitter.

You are my daughter,
Roxanne. You're my girl, you.

Céleste is here to look after your brother.
- You have time and money left for her.

You think you're an example,
but you are an example of a loser.

I'll figure it out.

Do you know how much
turnover I lose by sitting here?

You're a loser, aren't you?

Did you send a text message
to Anne-Sophie Wilders?

No. I do not know her.
- Don't you know her?

Hey, joker, you deleted
all your text messages.

That's your cell phone, right?

Afraid of your happily married
wife reading something?

I've lost my cell phone
a few times already.

I'd rather not have a
stranger read my messages.

Can I go now?
- No, just a moment.

Because some people...

and perverts especially...

erase their text messages,
We ask, just to be sure...

their telephone traffic to the provider.

Look.
- All those greens here...

that is your text message
traffic to Roxanne.

Two to three times a day. Do you send
her the latest fashion trends or something?

That is to agree when
she should come and help.

And the yellow one here
is a text message to...

Anne-Sophie Wilders.

That you don't know.
- How do you explain that?

Not. That is not possible.

That text message was sent
when Anne-Sophie received a tip...

about her daughter's diary.
- Come on.

I wouldn't know what you're talking about.
- Who else can access your cell phone?

Roxanne?

When she's in the store?

That could be. Why?

Guests, sorry for disturbing
you, but I need you for a moment.

Now?
- Both now, yes.

Think again.

Sit still. They'll come get you soon.

After you searched her room, she
really freaked out and ran away in a rage.

Yelling and screaming that she didn't
want anything to do with me anymore.

That she would get
the money where it was.

Sorry.
- I called her, she didn't answer.

I started driving around. I looked for her.

First with Anne-Sophie, she wasn't there.

Then I drove to school
and then to Noel's wife.

No one has seen her.

I just need to...

Six hours isn't long enough...

to speak of a disturbing disappearance.

Six o'clock.

Maybe she stayed the
night at a friend's house.

Has anything happened between
you and your daughter recently?

No. Arguments about pocket money,
but that happens almost every day.

And three weeks ago we had a big fight.

She wanted to buy an iPhone...
- And you bought it for her?

No.
- But she does have one.

That is not possible.
- Thank you.

Very strange, but
exactly three weeks ago...

Céleste received her first package.

Do you think Roxanne did that?

Yes, I think so. And she probably
sent that text message to Anne-Sophie...

with Noel's cell phone.

But why would Roxanne do that?
- Because she's jealous of Céleste.

Because she does get attention from you.
Because she does get pocket money from you.

I really hope she doesn't
do anything stupid.

You have to find her
as quickly as possible.

We do our best.

Best.

That was the lab. There are Roxanne's
fingerprints on those mailing packages.

Bingo. It's not surprising
that Roxanne has run off.

Fine, I'll have an
investigation notice distributed.

And Kevin can contact
Roxanne's Facebook friends.

Where is he anyway?
- What are we actually doing with Noel?

Let go. But follow him.
He can lead us to Roxanne.

You guys work the
night shift and Kevin...

Kinky.
- May I have a moment?

Broken.

It's not what you think.

The little one will be coming
to relieve us in four minutes.

Little. That one has
grown up, that little one.

Anyway, he came out of the closet.

Hit the closet.

Look at our locker f*ck.

Did you dream of your
conquest last night?

At least for me it doesn't
stop at just dreaming, Bob.

Funny. Where's Hannah?
- En route. How was it here?

Noel stayed home all night
and no sign of Roxanne.

Good luck. Come.

Charles, Marc has asked you
not to smoke in the car anymore.

Tasty.
- Thank you.

Hannah, I just want to say
something about yesterday.

Oh yes, that.
- It shouldn't have happened.

No more hitting my
locker from now on, okay?

And?

Nothing.

Does he see us?

Does he see us?
- Who?

Noel.
- He gets into his car.

Okay.

What kind of cookie is that?
- A croissant with almonds.

Is good.

To ride.

Stop. Stop the music.

Pascal, I think we have a little problem.

Roxanne, what are you doing here?

Can you see me now?

Girl, where were you?

Everyone is looking for you.
I was worried sick about you.

Then I wouldn't be
standing here now, would I?

You didn't invite me to
your shitty fashion show.

So I invited myself. What
do you think of my outfit?

Shoes, clothes, jewelry, lingerie.

All f*cked together.

With him.

With him. With him.

With him.

And with him.

Naughty girl.

Come see Noel.

It's really not what you think.
- Fair trade, Dad.

You spoil the babysitter.
I f*ck for a good cause.

For myself.
- We've been blackmailed.

Vice Investigation, no one goes outside.

Otherwise she would spread the word
everywhere that we had abused her.

Kevin, keep an eye on that
door. To sit. Staying here.

Mr. Cardinaels.
- Assholes.

Calm. Stay calm.
- Assholes.

Stay calm.

Get rid of them.

Arrest them all and interrogate them.

Gentlemen, if everyone comes
along nicely, we don't have to use this.

It's really not what you think.

I can't find her anywhere. She fled.

I think I know where
she is. Bob, Charles.

Where is she then?
- She wants all her father's attention...

and there is only one
person standing in her way.

I get 25 euros a week
and I am his daughter.

That's your own f*cking fault,
Roxanne. You treat him like sh*t.

Even though he's such a good person.

I want you to swear
never to see him again.

I want you to swear to
leave him alone, Céleste.

Céleste, look at me.

Swear you'll never call, email or see him
again or whatever the f*ck you guys do.

Promise it. I want you to
promise never to see him again.

Roxanne, act normal.

I act normal.

Swear it.
- No do not do that.

Drop that knife.

Drop that knife.
- Céleste, promise.

Drop that knife now.

Or what?

What are you going to do?

I'll sh**t you in the little toe.

Or in your knee.

Or I'll sh**t your ear off if it's not my day.

And what if you miss?

Is that your iPhone?

It's from Céleste, or from my father.

Maybe we should say that better, huh?

She got it from her mother.

You believe her?
- Yes, I believe her.

Céleste, stay here.

Stalking, prostitution, hitting your
neighbor. That's quite a laundry list.

Do I have to go to jail?

Kevin, how is Anne-Sophie?

She'll make it, I think. With some luck.

Then everything will be fine.

Are you going to sh**t
me for a f*cking rabbit?

If you hurt that f*cking
rabbit even one more hair...

then you're a psychopath
and I won't arrest him.

Drop that knife.

Good.

Franco Fedrigo.

On your knees.

On your knees.

That hurts, doesn't it?

This one is for my mother.

Who ordered you to r*pe my mother?

Answer me or I'll blow your ba*ls off.

Who ordered you to r*pe my mother?

Who gave you the assignment?

Bart.

What Bart?

What does he have
to do with it? To get up.

To get up.

He worked in the secret service.

He wanted out.

Stay down.

f*ck.

The robbery at our home. Did
Bart have anything to do with that?

Come on.

Where is he now?

Where is Bart?

Come on, where is he?

Everyone...

looking for him.

Who is the client?

Who gives him orders?

Come on.