02x05 - El Paradiso

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Mark.
- Hannah.

Say, that guy you were looking for,
that Fedrigo.

His body has been found.

A b*llet in his heart.

You don't know anything about it?

The homicide squad received an anonymous
tip. Pay & go call, untraceable.

Smart.
- Where were you last night?

Let me think.

I have come home,
I checked my emails...

then I took a bath,
masturbated, and went to sleep.

Roughly in that order.

But feel free to send it to the lab.

Never mind. He was
k*lled with a Long r*fle.

He came out fine.
- It doesn't bother you much, does it?

Yes. It means a lot to me.

I'm really glad that b*stard is dead.

That b*stard who r*ped my mother.

Case closed.

I hope so.



A wh*re. A girl who fell down the stairs.

Nadia Borzhon. She is in mortal danger.

Customers and girls
heard her calling for help.

The manager's name is José Fernandez.

He found Nadia and
called the ambulance.

Shall we question the girls?

There you go, Mr. Fernandez. That
Nadia, where does she come from?

From Kosovo.

How exactly did she fall?
- No idea.

You found her, right?

She was at the bottom of the stairs.

You didn't see it happen?
- I was changing a barrel.

Just go and have a look.

Did you see anyone fleeing?

Has anyone left since it happened?

I do not know.
- You don't know much.

Nadia was a childhood friend.

We come from the same village. Khovi.

I told her to come here.

Cigarette?

Do you know which
customer she was with?

I was with a customer myself.

Maybe she had an argument with someone?
- Don't know.

She wanted to go home.

She was homesick.

Are you her pimp?
- Excuse me? I run the bar here.

Who is her pimp then?
- I do not know.

Okay. Bob, look in the personnel register
and check whether everyone is registered...

and whether all passports...
- Arben Berisha.

Berisha? That's a tough boy.

Also from Kosovo. He has
more girls on the Steenweg.

Arben punished her.
Because she wanted to leave.

Arben?

Calm down.

That man saw something and
the girls were all in their rooms.

Okay. Gentlemen.

Who was with Nadia?

No answer? I thought so.
Then we have to ask the girls.

Can the girls sit with their
customer for a moment? Come on.

Sir?

Here.
- Oh, sorry.

Is that your parrot?

From Nadia. He stands
here when she's at work.

Is this Nadia's card?
What does 'NA' mean?

Not a**l.

Are these today's achievements here?

C, what is that? 'Coupke?'

PZC. What is that?
- 'Blowjob Without Condom.'

NMC? No, wait.

'f*ck With Condom'?

Say, I have Lilly here,
Big Bijou and Natasha.

Where is Nadia?
- I still have to write that down.

That's okay.

Nadia.

FC, what is that? 'Bottle of Champagne'?

And TV? 'Two women'?

Two guys.

Two of those?

So those two guys left?

I think so. I was busy...

To change a barrel, I thought so.

Come. You may come to the office.

To take a nice robot
photo of those two guys.

Kevin, will you take the
combi to our colleagues?

Cute animal, huh?
- Just a piece of chicory.

Good day.

Please.

Are there fingerprints on it?

What is all this here?
- Under control.

Here.

Bob?

Arben Berisha. Are you Nadia's pimp?

Her friend.

Have you ever threatened her?

Why would I?
- That wasn't the question. Yes or no?

No.
- Thank you.

What do you do when one of
your wh*res wants to leave?

Girlfriends.

At least I'm not crazy enough
to throw them down the stairs.

Did you know Nadia wanted to leave?

All my friends get homesick sometimes.

Sorry?
- Homesickness.

But they stay. They can't miss me.

And where were you between
two and three this afternoon?

In the Belle Amour.

Do you also have 'girlfriends' there?

If I were you, I'd check the customers.

You know there are a
lot of scum in the bars.

You know all about that, don't you?

And you are a rooster who
watches over the chickens?

Jesus, man.

Do you know the difference
between a rabbit and a g*y?

Are we going to interrogate that parakeet too?
- For now, everything here remains sealed.

Kevin, can you make
sure this animal stays alive?

Why do I have to take care of this?
- Victim support, little one.

Has the neighborhood survey
already been carried out?

No one has seen Arben
Berisha's Audi here.

But three bars away, in the
parking lot of the dinges...

From the Belle Amour?

Right, huh?
- Yes, okay. Good luck.

Say, how are you
going to get this in there?

Since when is that my problem?

The girls of Belle Amour all confirm...

that Arben Berisha was there when
Nadia fell down the stairs in El Paradiso.

Or was pushed.
- No one saw anything.

They all heard Nadia shout. But
that happens more often there.

Everyone thought it was a sex game.
- And how is she?

Bad. She is in a coma, she
has a double skull fracture...

and cracks in the walls
of the vag*na and rectum...

probably penetrated with a large object.

In her a*s?

Her card read: 'Nadia, NA'.

'Not a**l.' So she was r*ped.

Nadia was in a room with two men.

But no one knows which one.

José has been here for robot photos.

Two fatheads. They don't
look anything like Arben.

That also makes sense.
That José is Arben's stooge.

Of course he's not going
to rat out his own boss.

Okay. So question again
tomorrow. And now push through.

Good idea.
- Make sure I don't hear any complaints.

That search of Nadia's house,
did that accomplish anything?

No. A few clothes, a bed... Sad actually.

Computer? House search? It
was more like a scavenger hunt.

Nadia lives in a room full of mold.

That she rents from Arben.

Another one that passes
the cash register twice.

As a pimp and as a landlord.
- For me it's very simple.

That Arben just wants to set
an example for all those girls.

If anyone thinks about
leaving, she falls down the stairs.

And is there any evidence of that?

No not yet.
- I'm following your story, Bob.

But Arben isn't an idiot either. He's
not going to do the dirty work himself.

And everyone who works
for him remains silent.

Nadia may not have a computer, but...

this was found under
the bed in the room.

It is a print from a website,
Housewifefantasies...

and it's about a housewife who
talks about her sexual fantasies.

This one happens to be about
someone who grabs her from behind...

while she is cleaning the windows.
And the whole street is watching.

While she cleans the
windows? Should be possible.

That print could be from another girl.
- Or from a customer.

Or from one of those two men. Or both.

So check with the hookers.
And with the customers.

Can you investigate that blog further?
- f*ck.

I get an email from the lab. The
room and door have been wiped down.

No fingerprints found.

So someone wants us
to believe it's an accident.

That is obvious.
- Say.

Does that animal really have to be here?

No, Mark, I would happily
put him in your office.

I want you to take care of it.

Mark has enough trouble
with his own nonsense.

Catch Me If You Can.

Oh well, Sam, I'll have to
wash everything again later.

And shoes off, right?

Good day Mrs. Police, Charles
Riders. And my colleague, Kevin Desmet.

You are Mrs...
- Marjan Vandebosch.

We come for Mr. Vervloet.

I didn't know that the police
were also my husband's clients.

Rik is an accountant. His office is
off to the side, just around the corner.

But he is now having a break in
the living room. Come with me.

We will also take off our shoes.

Yes please.

Yes, Charles.

Rik, the police for you.

Hello.
- Day.

What can I do for you?
- We'd like to ask a few questions.

Yes of course. No problem.
Come with me to my office.

Honey, what is it really about?
- There's nothing, baby.

What is it actually about?

It is part of an ongoing investigation and we
are not allowed to say anything about it...

Research into what?

Tax...
- Deduction.

Shall we handle this further at my office?

I've had a robot photo taken before.

Yes, and this time we ask you
to choose a photo from that book.

f*cking waste of time.

Nadia Borzhon is in a
coma, You realize that, right?

Do you understand that?

I don't know anything about that, do I?
- 'Me know nothing'?

He must be from Barcelona?

I don't recognize anyone.
I don't have time for this.

We do. Around the clock,
if it has to. To leaf through.

You can't keep me here. You
have no evidence against me.

You're the only one
who doesn't have an alibi.

And if we tell that to an
examining magistrate...

I can keep you here as long as I want.

You shouldn't blow you need to browse.

He'll ask for a siesta later.

No, that website means nothing to me.

Why are you coming to me with that?

We'll ask anyone who
can tell us something.

How is that girl doing now?
- She is in a coma.

I really hope my wife doesn't
have to know I was there.

Can you tell us what you
saw and heard in El Paradiso?

I already said that yesterday.
- Again, please.

I was in a room with Fleur...

Only. And we were busy.
- By which? What were you doing?

I don't have to make
a drawing for it, do I?

f*ck.

So not with the accounting. And then?

Then we heard shouting, and
then Fleur immediately jumped up.

She went outside there. I followed her.

And you didn't see anything suspicious?

We can also continue
talking in the living room.

I saw someone running away.

Where to? Through where?

Down by the door. Over
the stairs through the door.

But that happened
very quickly, in a flash.

Why didn't you tell me that yesterday?

I actually wanted to tell you, but I was
afraid you would keep me busy longer...

No, but I had to get home
urgently. What should I tell my wife?

Now we are here at your home.
Now you are much better off?

Would we like something
to drink? Whiskey?

Or something else? Something soft
or a beer, or a whiskey or a cognac?

Say it.
- Can you describe that person?

Mr. Vervloet.
- Yes, that was a man...

I think. Dark hair, suit...

Or a shirt. It all happened
so fast, it was hard to see.

Was he alone, that guy?

As far as I can say, he was alone.

On a completely different note, I
have to have something ready by noon.

Is it already so late? Can I be rude
now? I should actually keep working.



This.

He was in El Paradiso yesterday.

That?

That is Wardje de Kwakker.
- Is that Wardje?

Finally we meet.

So you see, if you try a little...

Mythical figure.

Are you coming to apologize?

Wardje. We're looking for
someone who molested a wh*re.

Oh, a wh*re?

Every time you don't find a
perpetrator, you come to me.

I'm actually your number
one in the super top.

Boy, you overestimate yourself.

I don't know what this is about,
but can we get to the point?

Were you in El Paradiso yesterday?

Yes, I was there.

Do you ever come there often?

Every other month or so.

You have a girlfriend, right?
- Had, yes.

Until you suddenly walked in here.
- Who me?

Because you have me, in my
own apartment, accused me of...

I was jerking off to old women.
- Could have.

You've been playing the flute all your life.
- Yes, but not then.

You need to apologize.

Get back on your bike.
- Which wh*re were you there with?

Big Bijou.
- That's the one with the big t*ts.

What time was that?
- I went there at twelve o'clock...

and left... Half past two.

At two o'clock this woman fell down
the stairs, is she telling you something?

Yes, but I was no longer there by then.

And before you left?

At the bar.
- Who was she there with?

I think there were two of them.
- Was this one of the two?

That could be possible, yes.
- Are you going to answer, yes or no?

Are you maybe going
to apologize, yes or no?

Hard is not it?

No f*cking way.

What if you can leave it to me?

For that you have to be
with someone else, I think.

Give him a double whisky, then
maybe he'll keep his mouth shut.

That's still an idea.

You apologize.
- Ward was a suspect at the time.

If I have to say sorry to every b*stard...

We need this. You apologize.

I bought three types, that
animal doesn't eat anything. Zero.

I'll pass it on, thank you.

That was the examining magistrate.
El Paradiso can open again.

Happy.
- Why?

Then they take that bird back.
- Have you interviewed the customers yet?

There is one who saw something.
Rik Vervloet, an accountant.

He saw Arben walk away.
Did Ward recognize him too?

That's not clear yet, is it Bob?

According to Ward, there
were two men with Nadia.

And I think those are that Arben
Berisha and that espagnol from the bar.

Okay, we'll pick up that Berisha.
Call all customers, we'll do a lineup.

What about that blog?
- I made us members.

Our password is 'chicon'.

Chicory.

And who is behind it?
- The author is a certain René.

I asked Computer Crime
to check who runs the blog.

But judging by their enthusiasm,
that's going to take a while.

What is it with those men?

'Pumped the dildo hard into her

raunchy p*ssy.' Yes, boy. It sucks.

Did you teach him that?

Come.

It's not a rabbit, is it, Kevin?

Dildo.

Gentlemen, we are going
to stand on the same page.

Do you recognize someone?

Someone who was in the bar?

No one.
- That's a clear answer.

Okay thanks.

And you didn't see any
of those five people flee?

Are you sure?

I haven't seen any of them.
- You didn't even look.

You didn't apologize either.

Don't know, it also went very quickly.

He just went out... From the side...

Profile.

Profile, left.

Profile, right.

We don't have more of a profile.
- Four, I think.

Four can stay, the rest can go.
- Okay, we'll check with Fleur.

Why?

She walked up those stairs
with you, right? However?

I saw Nadia lying there,
I walked towards her...

and I didn't see anyone
walking out. Sorry.

I get the impression that
you are a bit nervous, Fleur.

Arben came to see me yesterday.

He has forbidden me to talk to the police.

And what exactly are
you not allowed to tell?

Did he threaten you?

Fleur, we have a
witness who saw Arben.

We're going to question him later.
- Arben is here?

Fleur, wait. Nothing can happen
now. He is under surveillance.

I don't want to be like Nadia.
- What? Getting pushed down a flight of stairs?

Was that his threat?
- Not so literally.

He said: An accident just happened.

He threw Nadia down the stairs.
- That is what you think. You didn't see it.

Who else would do something like that?

Something else. We found
this under the bed in the room.

Give it a read.

Does this ring a bell?

None of the customers are
into that? On domestic scenes?

All.

Are you going to lock up Arben?
- I can't say that yet, Fleur.

We're in the middle of
the investigation. Sorry.

Because otherwise I
wouldn't dare go back to work.

This is pure harassment. I have an alibi.

That's not worth a damn, man.

Of course the girls at Belle
Amour say you were with them.

They dare not say anything else.

We have a witness who says
you're threatening your girls.

Who says that? Fleur?

Can't you talk or something?

You were with Nadia in her room.

I wasn't at El Paradiso.

You and another man.

If you're up for a threesome...

you do that with two girls,
not with a second man present.

Was it Jose?
- Are you deaf or something?

Nadia has become a
victim of some crazy person.

Bad luck for her, but it's true.

They recognized you.
Someone saw you walking away.

That is not possible. Who says that?

Who the hell is trying to frame me?

José or one of the girls?

If anyone knows who did it, it's Jose.

I know that b*stard
gets paid to keep quiet.

What are you writing
there? What is that?

Okay.

If you don't want to confess, we
will arrest you for something else.

I turn everything inside out.

We check your accounting,
your tax return... tutti.

And believe me: You would be the first self-
employed person who would not be hanging.

And that's just the beginning.
We're closing all your bars...

and we will send all your so
called 'girlfriends' back to Kosovo.

Good move, little one.

Come on.

Did you push Nadia down the stairs?

Yes or no? Hey, hey, Hannah. It is well.

Do you know a self-employed
person who is ruining his own company?

You can stay here for a night.
How is that for your company?

Are you okay, grandpa?

It's okay. And with you?

I'm used to it.

Your girlfriend is here.

Hey.

It's quite busy here, I see.

I forgot you.

Would you like to skip it again?

Yes. Why not?

MTFBWY.

But it doesn't sound very
good coming from you.

Daddy.
- Hannah.

I just convicted a man who
tried to poison his children.

But that's certainly not
what you're here for?

Did you hear from Fedrigo?

Are you finally going to stop...
- Bart worked for the secret service.

But he wanted to get out of there.

And that's why they shot
you and mom was r*ped.

Because he was pressured.

Because they didn't want to let him go.

Is that right?

I'll find them, Dad.

Both Bart and all those
assholes he worked for.

And I won't stop until I get them.

Hannah.

Did you sh**t Fedrigo?

Stay down.

Sadly not, no.

Ha, neighbor.
- Hey, neighbor.

My terrace is finished, so tomorrow...

Party, music, drinks...
What do you think?

Yes. If I can.

Evening wear. Tango.
- I do not have that.

Well, come anyway.

I will think about it.

A lot of work?

You too?

Is that what entertains
you in the Morals section?

Sometimes, yes.

Do you already know?
- Not yet.

Do you perhaps have an idea?
- Not yet.

What do I get if I know?

What would you like?

Saying that out loud is punishable.

I'll notice when you know.

Be sure of that.

Then just think about it.

Sleep well.

Coming, huh? Tomorrow. Come.

'I rammed my rock hard
c*ck ba*ls deep into her a*s.

' "She was screaming in pain.

"'I squeezed her breasts
so hard that tears rolled

down her cheeks.' Well, René is not
averse to violence.

It's getting more aggressive
by the day. All those r*pes.

Do you really think that blog has
anything directly to do with that case?

Kevin, someone gets
a kick out of that blog.

Whether it's those wh*res, or a customer,
or Berisha or a gnome under the bed...

I don't know, but someone
gets a kick out of it, yeah?

But they all say they don't know that site.

Then someone is lying.

Do you know anything
more about René?

No, those guys from Computer
Crime are just on vacation...

I try to do them twenty times...
- What kind of toddlers are those there?

Here's the story about that
guy who is in love with his wh*re.

Maybe this is something.
- But what?

Suppose one of those
customers falls in love with Nadia...

gets jealous, he wants to keep her
for himself, she refuses, he gets angry...

Of course not.
- I'll try anything.

Okay, guys. We have two witnesses.
We have Rik the accountant...

who saw Berisha fleeing. And
we have Wardje, your good friend...

who saw Nadia in the
company of two men.

And now we have Fleur, who
is convinced that Berisha did it...

but he saw nothing.
- Guard.

The accountant and Fleur
are sitting together in the room...

and Fleur is the first to leave the room.

And the accountant saw something,
and not Fleur. That is not true.

One of those two is lying.
- Or both are lying, that's also possible.

Okay, I'll follow it.

Rik and that Fleur...

make a false statement.
They lead us astray...

hoping that he, the pimp, gets
picked up and gets out of the way.

I think it's all a bit too far-fetched.
There's nothing wrong with that whole story.

We have a trail to follow.
- That's true.

The hospital. Nadia is dead.
- What?

And Arben's lawyer called the officer.

His 24 hours are up.
- Mark, we have a witness.

Yes, but Arben also has an alibi.
- Yes, that's probably false too.

You go to Rik.

Please, Mr. Berisha.

Berisha.

We don't have enough
clues to keep you here, but...

when they come, you
will go to jail for years.

Good luck.

I shouldn't have hit you. Sorry.
- No, that's true.

Sorry.

Apology accepted.

Condolences.

I didn't touch Nadia.

I'm no saint, okay.

But Nadia didn't just work
for me, she was also my friend.

Who makes you pay
rent for a shitty apartment.

She was better off here than in Kosovo.

She never talked
about going back. Never.

Someone wants to frame me. If I
find that b*stard who k*lled Nadia...

Then you come to me. Yes?
And you leave Fleur alone.

Your boyfriend is here.

Hey, Pipo.

That was Nadia's pet name
for me and for the parrot.

I gave her that parrot.

Take good care of it, eh?

I will try.

Still a heart.

Was it w*r in the sock drawer?

Don't make fun of me, okay?

The coffee will be ready soon.
- Thank you.

I called Rik and he is on his
way. So he will be there soon.

Is this related to that accident again?

With that accident?
- Rik told me everything yesterday.

What did he tell you?

That he goes to the wh*res.

That must be difficult for you.

But can I ask you something?

Did he tell you if he
was always there alone...

went? Or...

I do not know. How does that
work... together with customers?

As a promotional gift?

And what do you think?

Marjan, sorry. I couldn't find my slippers.

Sorry I'm late, but I had
to be with a customer.

Shall we go to my office?

Excuse me.

I thought, with the research
and all: she'll find out anyway...

and if she has to know
this through third parties...

How did she take it?
- Yes, tears...

argument... But that is also logical.

Anyway, it's been said. It is over.

Is Fleur your 'regular' in El Paradiso?

More or less.

Are you in love with her?

Fleur is an Eastern European wh*re, right?

Would you like to rescue her from
prostitution and start a new life together?

Come on. Fleur means
nothing to me. She's a wh*re.

You must be reading
too many bouquet novels?

No, we think you are lying.

That is your problem and my right.

And now can I please...
Because I have a lot of work.

Quarterly settlements, and
I can assure you... Okay?

Honey, that's not necessary
anymore. They were just about to leave.

If you are interested: Nadia is dead.

Marjan?

Calm.
- Dirty whoremonger.

Small moment.

h* h*, you're not leaving.

Koen, sorry, but this
is really too ridiculous.

You said it was going to be a
costume party with tango situations...

Look at me standing here.

Mrs. Vandebosch, come in. Sit down.

You wanted to speak to me.

I still think my husband
had something to do with it.

I think Rik pushed Nadia down the stairs.

Intentionally pushed down a flight
of stairs, so it's not an accident?

In any case, he r*ped her.

And why do you think that?

Yesterday, after your colleagues left...

Rik finally collapsed, he's
gone completely crazy.

Did he confess that?
- Not that.

But I went to look at his
computer and I found...

I found this. That text. He wrote that.

Rick. Rik is René?
- Yes. That's a pseudonym, I think.

Do you realize what the consequences
are? Report your husband?

Yes, look. A girl is dead.

That's someone's child. I
am also a mother myself.

And I really couldn't live with it if
something like that went unpunished.

That is not possible. So...

That's a nice thought.

So if I understand
correctly, are you Rene...

and write the stories on that blog.

Were you in the room with Nadia?

Were you there alone with Nadia?

Where was Fleur?

I know... I think in the bar.

I only saw her when she was with
Nadia. At the bottom of the stairs.

And how did Nadia end up there?

Yeah, that's a bit embarrassing.
- We're used to that.

I wanted her again from...

from behind, so... a**l.

In the a*s.
- Yes, we understand that.

Then I let go of her hands,
and then she kicked me...

and then she walked outside.

Before I even got down Fleur
and José were already there.

José wanted to call the
ambulance, and then I...

paid him to keep it quiet.

How much did you pay?

Ten thousand.

Only to José?
- And to Fleur.

So ten thousand each.

And was Arben there, or not?

Yes. No, I made that up.

Ah. But you didn't
agree on that with Fleur.

Yes, but it all happened so quickly.

I mean, it was a stupid
accident, Nadia just fell.

That was no one's fault I
didn't do anything wrong.

You have done nothing wrong.
Mr. Vervloet, 'nothing' is relative.

I'm arresting you for
r*pe and for negligence.

Would you have called for that ambulance?
Then it would have been a different story.

But the ambulance came too.
- I don't need your explanation.

But really...
- Come, give your hands.

But...

Kevin?

Have you taken that computer
to Computer Crime yet?

No, if you have to wait
for that... I just did it myself.

And indeed, that blog is
managed on Rik's computer.

Fleur and José lied.

They admit that Rik both gave them
ten thousand euros to keep quiet.

And Fleur was sitting at the bar
with José. She heard Nadia shout...

they went to see and then Rik
Vervloet came down the stairs.

Their versions matched Rik's.

Case is closed.
- Something is wrong.

A woman who comes to report her
husband? Sorry. Something is wrong.

Case is closed.
- I want a house search at Marjan & Rik's.

And you, come along. Come on.
- A house search now?

I'm going...

Yes, Wardje. My colleague
wants to say something to you.

Sorry.

Sorry for what?

Sorry for embarrassing
you in front of your girlfriend.

Sorry.

I can't believe it took so long.

Stop. It is well. Hey,
can I just ask a question?

You said last time that
you saw Nadia in the bar...

with two men in El
Paradiso. Is that right?

I did not say that.
- I don't have time for games.

Nadia Borzhon is dead.
- I have nothing to do with that, do I?

No, I know.

The bartender has 'two
guys' written down by Nadia.

And you saw them. Now
you can describe them.

Or else?
- What 'or else'?

Otherwise Bob will pick you up
three times a day for questioning.

In the morning, afternoon
and evening. Come on.

Sorry.

You know, I didn't say it that way at all.

I didn't say: Two men.

I said: There were two of them.

We have a... yes, a strap-on dildo.

You may sit down.
- Is this yours?

It's from Rik.
- It was in your car.

That must have been
from a few weeks ago.

We then went to the
Ardennes for a weekend...

and we took it with us.

Mrs Vandebosch? Can
you tell me your full name?

Marjan Vandebosch.
- I actually mean your first names.

Marjan Katherine Renee.

With two E's. Is that right?

Why that blog?
- It started as a joke.

Nothing happened between
me and Rik for years.

Only up and down at the
weekend to get rid of his 'bad seed'.

And that was it. But in between
the gentleman went to the wh*res.

How did you find that out?
- I followed him to the...

El Paradiso? I just went in there...

in the room where he was working,
you should have seen his face.

Your husband's face doesn't
interest me, Mrs. Vandebosch.

The truth interests me. So?

I should have been angry, but...

that bar, those wh*res who
did everything you asked...

That just made me hot.

Yes. And then you started
going to wh*res together?

At first I just watched. Rik
then f*cked a wh*re, and I...

then masturbated. But after a while...
Yes, I had a fantasy too. I wanted...

I wanted to participate. I also wanted...
- You wanted to punch me too.

Did you r*pe Nadia with this?

You also wanted...

After Rik f*cked her, it was my turn.

That's nice, isn't it?

But Rik couldn't handle it anymore.
He really couldn't handle it anymore.

He let her go, and she fled.

She walked into the hallway,
and she fell down the stairs.

Fallen? So he didn't push her
down the stairs, as you stated earlier?

No, Rik didn't push her down the stairs.

But he stayed, and I took
the car and drove away.

Look, I just wanted to enjoy myself.

Living out my fantasy, like
men do. Do you understand?

Do you know what it's like to have to
be the perfect housewife year after year?

I do not think so.

No. I have other ambitions.

Why did you take the blame?

Because it's my fault. Really and truly.

I mean: I went to the
wh*res, aren't they?

And who else would
take care of the children?

Now can I... Can you open this?

That will be decided by the examining
magistrate, sorry. -But wait.

I let go of Nadia, doesn't that
call for extenuating circumstances?

You had someone r*ped,
you offered no help...

you bribed two people
and made false statements.

You can count, right?

It's going to take a while...

before the children see their parents again.
- Are you enjoying this?

Yes, you enjoy it.

But I have to raise my children
Madam. I don't know if you have children.

I don't know, ma'am.