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I have to sleep.

Yes.

LUDIVINE GILSON MISSED CALL

PANDORA

They become what their mother wanted them to become.

SERGE TV SENT A PICTURE "AND COMPARED TO THE PANDA'S?"

Fuck...

Where are you going?

A meeting.

At a new construction site.

Wow...

Great news.

I'd like you to be here when I get home.

So we can resume our discussion.

I'm not saying it'll be easy.

But this isn't our first crisis.

Okay.

And I love your peach-tuna recipe.

It's true.

You dummy!

Welcome to this special edition on the federal elections

from your political program The First Hour .

Since 8 o'clock this morning, Belgians have begun to vote.

The editorial team is mobilized to bring this event to you live.

You can follow us on the radio, TV, but also via our website.

From 3 p.m. onwards, we will be live on this set

for the first political reactions and results...

-Who likes pancakes? -Me!

-For you! -How are you?

-Everything okay last night? -Yes.

There's chocolate.

Jam... and sugar.

What did you do?

-What? -What did you do?

I thought things over and then I came inside.

I didn't hear you.

I tried to be very quiet. I didn't want to wake you up.

-You got up early? -Yup.

I was dreaming about ballots all night.

No, don't! Just go eat. I'll take care of this.

Lulu, this one is for you. Do you want it?

-Hello? - Claire?

-Are you home? -Yes.

There was a fire at Ludivine's squat,

the caravan...

-There's a victim. -No!

Is it her?

I want to see her.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

Gentlemen.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

She called me last night but I didn't answer.

I could have helped her...

It was an accident.

That's what the firefighters say.

I didn't answer when she needed me.

Damn it, I came here...

I saw how she lived. She wasn't well...

It's not your fault.

-What happened? -Hard to say.

A candle, a curtain...

This kind of caravan catches fire easily.

The city of Brussels had cut the electricity.

All the squatters were supposed to have left.

In any case, it looks like an accident to us.

Okay.

Why couldn't she get out?

Why didn't the smoke wake her up? She was so near the door.

The roof must have collapsed before she could get out.

The public prosecutor is on his way.

You have to leave.

Mr. Maillard, a word about the campaign?

It was tense, right?

Yes, but we were not in a foul atmosphere.

There were tough talks at times, but with respect.

Your thoughts on the latest projections?

I'm satisfied.

Do you think a coalition with the PLF

and the Green Party is possible?

That's another story. It's still much too early to say.

Michel!

Claire!

-Hey. -What are you doing here?

The victim called me before she died.

I need to know what happened.

-You know why she wanted to talk? -No, unfortunately.

Listen, it looks like an accident.

But her position? Why didn't she escape?

She must have been under the influence.

Drugs, alcohol...

-We found a lot of bottles of vodka. -She'd been isolating herself.

Her parents were afraid she'd end up hurting herself.

It's not surprising things went south.

You'll still request an autopsy?

Yes...

For formality, but with what's left, you know it'll be difficult.

Mehdi will be at the Green's HQ. He'll do a split screen at 11 a.m.

So make sure Stéphanie is with him. And stay in contact.

Would you excuse me?

"You make me hard"?

-Calm down. It's just a bit of fun. -Is this "fun"?

We have a different notion of "fun". I'll ask HR their opinion.

I thought you had tough skin and a man's humor.

You and your buddies often send each other dick-pics?

Listen, that's enough.

I'm sorry.

-I went too far. -Yes.

I react like a jerk because you get to me.

What are you talking about?

I can't get you out of my head. I can't! I'm sick!

I...

I've got a great wife, you know.

All I can think about, all day,

all night... is you.

-What did you do to me? -I didn't do anything to you!

I wasn't supposed to fall in love. My life was good!

-It's the first time I've felt this. -That's enough.

-I came on heavy. I'm sorry. -It's fine. Stop.

I promise I won't do it again.

I promise.

I'm sorry.

I won't tell anybody.

Thank you.

You promise you won't brush off my ideas anymore?

Okay.

-Promise? -Promise.

And you let me choose my subjects?

Okay.

Sasha...

Go on.

Go on.

Daddy...

What's wrong with your car?

Mark?

What?

Alice asked you a question.

What's wrong with your car?

No, it's... it's nothing. Nothing serious.

But how did it happen? I didn't quite understand...

A careless mistake. I made a bad turn.

I'm sorry, I'm checking the latest polls.

FIRE IN AN ABANDONED BUILDING IN SCHAERBEEK

Mark!

Coming?

Yes, of course.

-Hello. -Happy to vote, Mr. Van Dyck?

Shall we pose in front of the school?

A little smile?

Let's go.

I have to join Mehdi.

Can you cover the fire on Navez Street?

-There is a victim. -I got it.

Navez Street?

-I used to live there. What burned? -A caravan.

Who's the victim?

Who's the victim, Caroline?

Blanche?

It's Sasha, please call me back. Very quickly.

Mr. Balci, leave me a message.

Hicham, call me back. It's urgent.

It's Claire.

-Here you are. -Thank you.

-Hicham. - Hello Claire.

Thanks for calling. I'll make this short.

It's about Ludivine Gilson, the young lady I sent over.

-Have you seen her? - Yes, yesterday.

What did you tell her?

No phones in the booth!

I had bad news.

The ministry does nothing for her sister's release.

She wanted the truth, so I told her straight out.

How was she when she left?

Pretty shaken up.

Especially since she thought an MP had opened new talks.

-An MP? - Yeah.

It seems he was helping her secretly.

-He rather lied to her. -No phones here.

Yes, sorry, I'll hang up.

-Claire? -Did she name him?

No...

-Okay, thank you. - Goodbye.

Do you think he's that MP?

She could have asked him for help for her sister.

I know that doesn't explain why he'd have made false promises...

My friend Éric called me.

They got a call last night.

A complaint about Ludivine.

Apparently, she was lurking around a house.

Around the Van Dyck house?

-Yes. -No...

So that's it!

She knew it was him who filmed.

That's why she didn't file a complaint.

-She blackmailed him? -She'd do anything for her sister.

We have a motive?

-But no murder. -Yes, I know.

She did look disoriented,

she reeked of alcohol and looked all alone.

But I swear she still had the same rage.

She would never abandon her sister. Never!

I don't believe in the accident theory.

Please?

It is not yet certain

when the full results will be available.

The first polls closed at 4 p.m.

The counting of votes began immediately.

We are near the 60% mark for the entire country.

So nothing definitive at this time,

though the main trends emerging on the Flemish side

seem to be a record vote for the Vlaams Unie

which could make them the first Flemish party.

We have just received the results from the Walloon Brabant province.

The final results of this province,

PLF is leading with 36% of the votes.

The Walloon Brabant!

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

Nice progress also for the Green Party

who gains 10% and arrives in third,

just behind is LS, with 5% less votes.

We have just received new results from Flanders...

ONE VICTIM FOUND IN SCHAERBEEK FIRE

BODY FOUND IN SCHAERBEEK FIRE IT IS LUDIVINE GILSON

I can't believe it. It's crazy!

What happened? Do you have any info?

No. They say it was an accident.

They don't know yet.

What are the odds?

What do you mean?

I don't know. It's disturbing.

Finish your thought, Krystel.

Tell me you had nothing to do with it.

You hear yourself?

You hear what you said to me?

I didn't mean that.

It suits you as much as it suits me.

And I would never suspect you.

-Excuse me, I... -How can you even think that?

Fuck!

How long have we known each other?

Do you see me doing...

Of course not.

I looked for you yesterday, you weren't at the supporters party,

I called many times, I left you messages.

My mother attempted suicide! I was at her bedside, all right?

Sorry.

I didn't know.

How is she?

She's better, thanks.

I'm sorry, really!

-Mrs. Van Dyck? -Yes?

-There are two people here for you. -Yes? Who?

-Follow me. -Yes.

-Mrs. Van Dyck? Police. -Yes?

Sorry to disturb you, but I'd like to talk to you

about the complaint you wanted to file this morning.

The complaint?

About Ludivine Gilson.

Oh yes, I see.

But it's all right. She did not come back.

She died last night.

What?

I didn't know.

Could you tell us why you called the police?

It's just that she was standing there,

staring at the house.

-It was a bit scary. -Do you know what she wanted?

-Hello gentlemen. -Police Chief Van Bocksel.

We've met before.

We were talking to your wife about Ludivine Gilson.

Oh yes, I heard... It's terrible news.

Mrs. Van Dyck was explaining what she was doing by your home.

She thought that as an MP

I could help with her sister's release.

But no matter how much I told her I couldn't, she kept insisting.

I guess she wanted to put pressure on me by scaring my wife.

But I didn't want to file a complaint.

I think this girl has already suffered enough.

If you could keep this out of the media.

I wouldn't want her image to be sullied by this.

Did you see this young woman again after you called the police?

No.

You weren't present?

No, I was at my mother's bedside. She was unwell.

Do you remember what time you got home?

It was around 11 p.m. Is that right, honey?

Yes.

And you didn't leave the house after that?

No.

You neither, madam?

No, of course not. The children were at home.

Okay. I won't bother you any longer.

Good luck with the results.

Goodbye.

Where were you last night?

You know I was at home.

Stop lying. I saw you drive off in my car.

It's...

It's because...

I went back to see Mom.

I had this anxiety... I wanted to make sure she was fine.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't dare. I was ashamed.

I was afraid you'd call me a tortured puppy.

We won!

We won!

Champagne!

We won...

With the failure of the left, that of the right seems relative.

Even if it has lost voters,

the PLF is once again the majority party

on the French-speaking side, thanks to the excellent score...

-I got sushi! -... by Van Dyck and Montoyer

who have taken their party to the top.

It was Mark Van Dyck who made the most surprising ascent.

Okay, then.

I've lost my appetite.

What's going on?

The young woman from my investigation.

Ludivine Gilson.

She was found dead.

I'm so sorry.

She tried to call me last night.

If I had answered...

maybe things would have been different.

I feel terrible.

How did she die?

A fire. Probably an accident.

But I've learned some troubling things.

What do you mean?

Tell me everything. If we start over,

it's in total transparency.

Okay. I went to the scene.

The scene?

-It's no longer your investigation. -No.

But?

But I...

have reasons to believe that...

Mark Van Dyck is connected to this death.

Van Dyck.

-Mark Van Dyck? Him again? -Hold on...

Peter, please stop!

Let your colleagues do their job, Claire, please!

This is crazy!

It's like you don't want to let go of him!

That has nothing to do with this.

Peter, this girl is dead.

You feel responsible for her death? Then assume it!

But don't make a monster out of this asshole!

No! The investigation just began

and it's being concluded as an accident!

There's always something. That's the problem.

Admit you just can't let go!

Admit it!

You love this position of referee, looking down on the game,

who points out other people's faults.

That's the problem.

If you really want our relationship to work,

you'll have to accept to come back down here.

Do you understand?

Here.

Among the ordinary people.

So?

He was at home. His wife confirms.

And the autopsy report?

She died instantly when the roof fell in.

Nothing else?

In her blood?

CO2 of course, but mostly alcohol, and a lot of it.

-In her phone records? -She wasn't calling anyone.

There's just the call to you on the night she died.

What about her social media calls?

The FBI wasn't available.

And you,

what do you think?

It all points to an accident,

an unfortunate chain of circumstances.

She could have come out alive if she had been in a normal state.

Claire, her parents are in despair.

They expected the worst.

They didn't recognize their daughter.

She was destroyed.

And that's understandable, after what happened to her.

-So there will be no investigation? -No.

The prosecutor is handing in his report.

They're closing the case.

Peter is right.

I can't let go.

I was wrong.

You weren't wrong.

We had to check.

Maybe I wanted to blame him, after what's happened.

Don't beat yourself up.

REFORMS BEFORE MORE WOMEN DIE

We could have parked here instead of walking for miles.

Thanks for being here.

It's strange to go to the funeral of a girl who harassed us.

I know.

I couldn't say no to her parents.

You're right.

What is it?

It's not a good idea. Let's get out of here.

But we're already here!

We'll find an excuse.

Shit.

Shit...

What's got into you?

I don't do well with eulogies.

-Is it that woman? -What?

-Is she there? -I don't know and I don't care.

I'll be fine! It's just stage fright.

It's only one more speech. You've made a commitment.

Right.

Fine...

This snow... How crazy.

You are very handsome.

It's for the second part of the exam right after this.

How was the first part?

I think I aced it.

I'm proud of you.

Do you want me to beat the shit out of him?

Today we are deeply affected,

shocked to the core of our humanity,

by the terrible accident that took Ludivine away from us.

In the darkness of their intense pain, her parents,

Jacques and Bénédicte,

are filled with the light of their faith in You, Lord,

who welcomes their daughter

into the light of eternal life.

Ludivine was already coming to mass when she was no taller than this.

It was also in our parish that she made her first communion,

together with her sister Rachel.

Ludivine was a gentle, nice and dedicated girl,

with a passion for nature and animals.

-If she didn't become a vet... -Wait, what is this nonsense?

He hasn't seen her since her communion.

And there's nobody here.

Where are all her friends?

Her short life was dedicated to her commitment.

-What is he doing? -Lord,

we pray for her sister, Rachel,

who is still imprisoned, away from her family.

A few days ago, when Ludivine's parents

asked me to say a few words about their daughter,

I didn't hesitate for a second.

However, just now, when I arrived,

a doubt came over me.

Who am I to speak about Ludivine?

How could I evoke her memory?

I knew her so little...

I regret it.

Ludivine captivated others by her strength and courage.

She was a warrior,

who got up after each ordeal, who faced...

all the obstacles that life inflicted upon her.

There are people who, by their values,

their convictions and their fight, inspire a thirst for justice.

And I can't help but think of her sister, Rachel.

The emotion that we feel today,

we must use it to continue Ludivine's fight.

We must bring back Rachel.

We owe it to Ludivine, to her memory,

to her fight...

Her fight is now our fight...

We, who are without a past, women

We, who don't have a history

Since the beginning of time, women

We are the black continent

Get up, slave women

Let us break our shackles

Get up, get up, get up

Enslaved, humiliated women

Bought, sold, raped

In every house, women

Relegated out of the world

Get up, slave women

Let us break our shackles

Get up, get up, get up.

-I have to go. -Yes. Don't be late.

-Shall I walk you back? -I'll be fine. Thanks.

-Are you sure? -Yes, Mr. Lawyer. Go. It's an order.

I hope that wasn't just empty words.

-What? -Your promise to free Rachel.

You've got my word.

I hope so, I'll be following this closely.

Sure.

Mr. Van Dyck.

-A few questions? -Go ahead. I'll get the car.

Thank you.

How dare you come here!

-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... -You're sorry?

This is all your fault!

-It's not the time... -No!

She has to hear it. You knew she was fragile...

I'm sorry.

-I did everything I could... -Precisely!

All these interrogations, this reconstruction...

Do you think you will be in office?

-It is not the time... -You made her relive this horror!

-As a politician... -Excuse me.

Why did you persist so much?

When you should have protected her.

Would you excuse me?

-They're wrong. -No, they're right.

I was too persistent.

-Don't say that... -Stop!

Ludivine told me. I didn't help. I ran her down.

It's not you, it's me!

What do you mean?

I went to see her.

I gave her false hopes for her sister.

I said I was close to getting her freed.

Why did you do that?

She wanted my help. But I couldn't reason with her.

I don't know, maybe I wanted to be her savior again.

I told her what she wanted to hear, to calm her.

When she realized I had lied...

She couldn't take it. That's what got her into this state.

It is because of me that she let herself die.

-Leave my husband alone! -It's not what you think.

Can't you just leave us alone? I don't want you anywhere near him!

-Hélène... -You like ruining couples?

Wrong. Ask him.

Know how I feel after he slept with you?

There's nothing between us anymore.

You're such a terrible liar.

It's true. It's been over for a long time.

Do you two really think I'm that stupid?

I know he joined you the night before the elections.

-When? -Stop it, darling, that's enough.

-When? -You too. Stop taking me for a fool!

-Hello? -He lied.

The night before the elections.

-What? -He wasn't with his wife!

Edited by: Lucie Monteau www.plint.com