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Good morning. - Good morning.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Samdam, a clothes shop. They sell leather gear.

D'you happen to know where it is? - First floor. Turn right at the top.

OK. Are you from West Flanders? - Yes.

Right. Thanks. - You're welcome.

Did you find it? - You were right. It's by the escalator.

Bye. - Bye.

Well, are you here again? Time to go. Come on.

Outside with you. It's the same thing every day.

Hey! You'll have a run-in with my bosses and you'll like that even less.

It's time to leave. OK. There you go.

Right, take your stuff. See you tomorrow.

And clean yourself up a bit.

Can I ask you something? Do you know Sandra Lauwaert?

She's got a clothing boutique here. Called Bijou or something like that.

It's along there, by the escalator. - Thanks.

Do you remember me?

I never normally go in there.

I used it as a short cut.

And while I was walking through there I had this feeling.

A kind of déjà vu.

D'you know what that is, déjà vu?

I've often dreamt about the person who walked in front of us in a public space.

And I know he's dangerous but I don't know why.

I do know he's up to no good.

So why didn't you do something? - About who or about what?

About some doom scenario that keeps appearing in my sleep?

Could I tell my husband

that I'd seen the person in front of us in my dreams?

Every night, the same person, the same corridor... and that explosion.

I don't know why you didn't spot him. He was very nervous.

Constantly looking about him. - I didn't notice anything suspicious.

And his eyes? - I didn't look into his eyes.

I don't believe you didn't see it.

Were you scared or just too much of a coward?

I reckon you knew.

A voice right at the back of your mind screamed at you to listen.

But you didn't want to hear it. And your body kept on ignoring it.

You were too weak to listen.

And you weren't ready for what was going to happen.

You were your own rescuer and not ours.

Couldn't you have saved my little boy?

I have to know why.

Sweetheart!

Hello...

Hi darling, answer the phone, please.

For God's sake. I've called you a dozen times already. Come on!

I'm sorry. OK?

Answer the phone! I've been trying to get hold of you for ages!

I can't get into my own place!

How d'you think I feel? God help me if I were to do it to you!

You'd smash a window, you would. Or kick the door down.

I'm not taking it, d'you hear? I'm not taking it! Got it?

It's always the same when we've had a fight. I have to stay here.

You're in there... No! I'm not taking it any more!

This is the last time. The very last time. D'you hear?

For God's sake, answer the phone! Bloody bitch!

Excuse me. I'm looking for Samdam, a clothes shop. They sell leather gear.

D'you know where it is? - Upstairs. Turn right at the top.

Are you from West Flanders? - Yes.

Right. Thanks. - You're welcome.

And now?

What are you going to do now?

How are you going to settle your debt? - What can I do?

Maybe you can try to do something.

You're the one wearing that suit, not me, eh? It's yours.

I saw you run off myself.

As if we were nothing. As far as you were concerned we were less than dust.

Haven't you got anything to say, pal?

Come on, say something.

Or d'you want the place to blow up? Everyone to die cos you did nothing?

You have to do what your heart tells you, trust in your gut feeling.

Maybe feel a bit guilty...

and actually do something. Or is that asking for too much?

Make sure you don't attract attention.

Not too fast, not too slowly either. At the same speed as everyone else.

You're not there and if you're not there they won't see you.

Now you have to keep calm.

Once you stop, you mustn't think any more. You just have to do it.

Just move your hand down slowly and press that button.

Not too fast. Not too nervously. Just act normally. Calmly.

We're almost there.

Now just push that button. Push it.

Do what you came here to do.

There's no need to hesitate now, Sam. Press that button. Do it.

You don't need to be ashamed of what you did.

At least it was your own choice. How many people can say that?

That they follow their feelings? That they do what they have to do?

At least you've got balls.

Walking into a stupid shopping mall. And pressing the button.

I couldn't do it.

I'm sorry you're involved.

I blew the place up.

I made a bomb, stuck it round my body and pressed the button.

What are you saying?

I caught the bus and came in here.

You didn't. You were standing by the entrance.

I wasn't. Certainly not this morning. That was another guy.

I walked past and he never saw anything.

That's not possible. I saw you standing there.

I even came a bit later so that there were more people there.

I blew the place up.

Why the hell would you do that? - I don't know.

You don't know because you didn't do it. I saw you loafing around as usual.

Can I ask you something? I'm looking for Sandra Lauwaert.

She's got a boutique here, sells clothes. Bisou... Bijou... or something.

Bijou is right by the escalator. On the ground floor.

Thanks.

Can I ask you something? Do you know a Sandra Lauwaert?

She's got a boutique, a shop here. Bisou... Bijou... or something.

Hello, can I ask you something? Do you know Sandra Lauwaert?

He was an ordinary, nondescript guy. Like loads of others.

He had sharply defined features.

You'll find him and persuade him. I can feel it.

What's the difference between the woman of your life and the one of your dreams?

The woman of your life is the one whose house you pay for.

The one you have children with. The one you live with until you die.

But the woman of your dreams is different.

She's like the perfect woman in your dreams,

but even more beautiful, even better.

I met the woman of my dreams.

Ten years ago.

And I couldn't say a single word to her. Not a single word. I was struck dumb.

I didn't see her again for ten years.

But I kept thinking about her. I couldn't get her out of my head.

Then I go shopping with my wife

and we go into a little shop and guess who is standing there?

She hadn't changed a bit. And I was immediately hooked again.

Crazy... crazy, crazy about her. Crazy.

And from then on I've been to see her every day. Gone to her shop.

I don't say anything, but we understand each other. We feel each other.

I know. I should ask her to go out for a meal with me.

Or go out for a drink with me. But...

Why don't you ask her? - What do I ask her?

I can't ask her anything. I'm at a loss for words.

Why don't you ask her? - What do I ask her?

I can't ask her anything. I'm at a loss for words.

Yet, I really do believe in her. I believe in her and me.

Why don't you throw him out? - Because I'm scared.

And I thought if I ignored him it would stop.

You could've talked to me about it.

Would you have believed me? Eh?

I've fallen for the wrong guys all my life.

Or the wrong guys have fallen for me. I don't know. But...

Anyway, I'm not very good with guys.

To start with they are really sweet and really in love with me.

But after a while all that stops. In fact, all my life

I've been pursued by guys who...

Do you really think you can persuade him?

Do you really think the guy will listen to you? Do you?

Eh? - Maybe.

What? - I don't know.

Don't know! What are you going to do?

Get him to change his mind? Is that it? - Maybe.

What if it doesn't work?

I understand the guy, he'll talk to me.

Oh, you understand him? Which bit of him do you understand?

I don't know, but I think the guy is sad and lonely.

For God's sake, pal! Do you know what you will say to him?

Nothing! Fuck all! That's what you'll say to him. Fuck all!

Do you really think he's going to listen to you? Do you?

You jerk!

Let me tell you something, pal.

Give you some good advice. Listen carefully.

You don't talk to a crazy dog.

You put it down. Eh?

NEW LAND

What are you going to do?

You know what.

Do you have to do it?

Yes.

Why? - So my mother doesn't die alone.

Your mother? What's your mother got to do with it?

Everything.

Yeah, that's right. Yes.

There must be some mistake. I haven't got a mother.

Is she dying?

I hurt my mother a lot when I was younger.

I ran away from home and she never saw me again after that.

That ruined her life.

And now she's dying and I don't want her to die all alone.

So I thought I'd blow myself up and take a few others with me.

Is your mother worth all those lives? - She's more than worth them.

You're crazy.

Who's the one who's crazy in the head?

I'm sure you looked away when I walked past.

I didn't see you. - I don't believe you.

But that nonchalance is typical of you. You've always been like it.

Sweetheart!

Sweetheart!

Sweetheart! Hey!

What can you hear?

I'm almost deaf. My ears are ringing.

My own voice.

I'm hoarse. And in bits.

Who are you? - Sam.

What do you feel? - Sorrow... and pain.

Stop that! Stop it! Stop that!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Listen! Look at me! Look at me!

Dolly?

Dolly?

For God's sake, how long is this going to go on for?

Are you going to keep sniveling? Come on, pal.

Your girl's gone. You cheated on her. It's over.

I don't understand. You don't go out, you spend all day in bed.

Listen carefully to what I'm going to say. It's over, she's gone.

You've lost her. You've driven her away.

Look who's here. You took your time.

Don't look so dumb. I know who you are and you know who I am.

I've tried to talk to him but it's like he can't hear me. Go on, you try.

Are you going to say something or what? Go on.

Hey!

You can't do that. - Stop, there's no point.

Can't you see? You're not getting through. He can't hear you.

What the hell are you doing, with your daft drivel?

Can't you see? He can't hear you. He can't see you.

I'm trying... - Trying? Do something!

You shouldn't try. You should do! You can do something about it now.

Fuckin' hell! Try! Look! Now's the time.

Now is the time! Please, do something about it. Do something!

It's as if you still think it's your fault that jerk blew the place up.

It's got nothing to do with you. - No, but I didn't notice him.

Nor did I. I was taking photos. - Where?

In that shopping mall, in the toy shop.

With that rabbit? - Yes, he's a pal of mine.

It's very simple. Think 200 euro for one day and that's it for a while.

Do I have to sit there the whole time? - Yes, you do. Simple. Here.

Kid on your lap, smile, take a photo and there you go.

This is the last time you've got me by the balls.

200 euro for just sitting there for a day. Are you complaining?

It's certainly better than with my band.

Are you still doing that?

Is there a chair to sit on? - I'll ask.

What did he say? - Have you...

He wondered if you had something he could sit on.

He wants to sit down? But he came to work.

No, he came to work. - But with little kids all day...

What did he say? - No chair.

No chair? I've got to be able to sit down!

What did he say? - He wants to sit down because...

Maybe a chair or something else. - No, there isn't a chair.

Nothing was arranged. I wasn't asked.

What did he say? - He just wants to sit down...

Ask for some water. It's boiling hot here, ask for some water.

He's hot, can he have some water? - I haven't got any. No chair, no water.

Don't take that! - Fuck you! D'you want the 200 euro?

Put that head on your... It's fine, it's fine.

He's going to... uh... um... after the job...

Am I OK here? - Yeah, yeah.

OK, Charlotte. A big smile on three. Here we go.

One, two...

Hey, what's up with you? - I don't know.

Go on downstairs. I'll be right there.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Can you go to the post office? - No, I'm off to the shopping mall.

What for? - A sales assistant has complained

because some guy's jerking off in the fitting rooms.

How disgusting! - There are some sick guys around.

What are you going to do? - I don't know.

Catch him at it and make him eat his balls.

These people. It's bad, isn't it? - Yes.

Right, I'm off. - Bye.

What d'you want for dinner? - I don't know. Ask the girls.

Hey, you!

Come here!

Hey!

You got shit in your ears or something?

Hey, where d'you think you're going?

Well? You know I don't want you here.

What are you up to? - Nothing.

I don't want you here pinching stuff. It's fuckin' bad enough already.

You've caused enough misery!

Stop, I said!

Stop!

Stop!

Have you got shit in your ears, or what?

Where d'you think you're going? - Jesus, pal.

You know I don't want you hanging round here. Eh?

Fancy me not seeing that.

What are you up to? "Nothing."

You can see it. You can see what the guy is planning to do.

You've caused enough misery.

What a jerk! - Piece of shit!

Why d'you tear into that guy?

Get out of here or I'll punch you in the kisser!

To get rid of him. - It sure helped!

Can I ask you something? Do you know Sandra Lauwaert?

She's got a clothing boutique here. Um... Bisou... Bijou.

That's along there, right by the escalator.

Thanks.

Hey! Hey you!

Hey!

Sandra Lauwaert.

I'm telling you you can't do that!

He's there. Look round, stupid... Behind you, behind you! Look round!

Where's the bunny rabbit? A big smile. On three...

Listen to me! Don't do it. You can't do that! You can't do it!

Stop your drivel. They can't hear us. They can't hear us.

It's over. Understand?

You stupid bastard. I was going to do it somewhere else.

Then I bumped into you. It wasn't the first time you'd had a go at me.

Bastard.

You made it easy for me.

I was so fond of you lot.

And you. Every second, every moment, I wondered

what had happened to you.

Hello. It's me, darling.

I just want to say that I love you so much.

And I want to apologise for losing my temper so easily sometimes.

I mustn't take my anger out on you.

I would have loved for things to have been harmonious between us.

But I hope you remember the good things and forget your shattered illusions.

Maybe I expected too much of you.

Bye, darling.

When you come into my shop... I feel happy.

And if, one day, you haven't come in, I miss you.

Then I wonder where you are and if you'll come in tomorrow.

Listen, madam...

Forgive me. Forgive me for ending your life.

I shall never forgive myself. Never.

But I need you to forgive me.

How many lives is your daughter's life worth?

One. Mine.