All language subtitles for INGLES TBS aka Niets te verliezen (2008) Tv rip

TBS
(aka Nothing to lose)

Any similarity to existing persons
or events is purely coincidental.

Johan?

Come.
- Do I really have to?

Come on.
- Come.

OK.

So I am Johan van der Stone
and I have killed someone.

I see now that I shouldn't have,
and I'm sorry.

One shouldn't kill someone else.

Something like that?
- You killed just someone?

Ah yes, my father.

And how did you kill your father?
- Come on.

How, Johan?

With a hammer.

First his forehead, then the back
of his head and his right temple.

Then his right knee
and shoulder blade.

And then I worked on his face
till he stopped moving.

Why were you so mad at him?

Because of Sharon.
- Your little sister?

I could cope with him
laying hands on me.

But I couldn't let him have it away
with her, could I?

Tell us more about your sister.
Was she still alive?

I told this over and over again.
I had nothing to do with it.

It was dad.
I couldn't save her.

I don't gloze over what I've done, I can
see that I should've reacted differently.

Look, I've been doing this
for six years already.

Come the twenty-third
I'll have to appear in court.

And the only thing I want to prove
is that I learned from my mistakes.

And that I can cope with society now.
Not in here, I can't prove it in here.

Your lawyer will ask for a release
on licence.

But Johan, our advise to the court
will be negative, I'm afraid.

You still haven't got a true notion
of what you've done.

As long as you keep blaming
your father for your sister's death...

we feel the risk of a relapse is too big.
- So I have to lie to be released.

We've taken your past
in consideration...

but there's an end to that.

The judge gave you
three opportunities.

We can't treat you longer
than six years.

Yes? SQ?

Our advice to the court
will be a long stay in Detention.

I want to speak to my lawyer.

Formally, your case will be
reconsidered every two years.

But to this day no one has ever
come out of the long stay.

In fact it comes down to a sentence
for life. It's that simple.

I explained this to your mother,
but she never got back to me.

She must come,
she must be subpoenaed.

The court can't force a mother
to testify against her son.

She already claimed that right
during your trial.

You can't go and visit her
because your request has been denied.

Do you want me to read it out to you?
- No.

Now Johan, I know it's not easy...

but if I were you I'd start thinking
about a partial confession.

No, man. I'm not going to lie
about something like this.

My mother won't let me down.

Hi mum, it's me. My case will be in court
September 23rd, half past eleven.

All you have to do is tell them
what dad has done to us.

It's all or nothing now, mum.

I can see that you're ashamed of it all.

And I can understand
you're mad at me...

but you have to help me now.

Give me a ring if you want,
or else call my lawyer.

OK, bye.

Ready?
- Hang on, I may get a call back.

The court has decided for a continuation
of the compulsory admission.

The convict will be transferred as soon
as possible to a long-stay clinic.

Your solicitor will receive a transcript
in two weeks.

This session is closed.

This is for you.

We're going for a little walk.
Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

The bag.

Hey prick, on your knees.

Passes.

Passes man, come on.

I'll cut you up.

Hands on your knees, you prick.

You got a shaved pussy, haven't you?
You shave, don't you?

I knew it.

Goddamn.

Keys. Open up that door.

Open up that door or I'll kill her.
I'll cut her down.

Open UP-

Johan...

We have to get back.

You know that too, don't you?

Drive.

Can you lend me a hand?

Come out of the car, you...

Come here.

All yours.

Mum?

Quiet now, Johan. It will be over soon.

Don't cry, Johan.

Think about nice things.
You're a beautiful boy, my son.

Daddy's beautiful boy.
You're daddy's beautiful boy.

Shit.

BMW 7 series SB-HJ-75.

Damn.

Hey, ladies, need a ride?

We can make the 12:15 bus
if we run.

Can I sleep at your place?
- Why?

Just because... Nice, cosy.
- What will your mother say?

Fuck her.

Hey, where are you going?
- We'll take the bus.

Drop the gun.

You.
- Me?

Walk quietly to the door. Come on.

Open it up.
It's going to be alright.

I count to three, then we'll both get in.
One... two... three.

Strap yourself in. Your seatbelt.

He is taking her with him.

Shit.

What's your name?
- Tessa.

What?
- Tessa.

Tessa, that's a nice name.
I'm Johan.

And how old are you?
- Thirteen.

Listen, it all looks a lot shittier
than it really is.

Maybe I'm even more afraid
than you are.

I will drop you off
where I picked you up, right?

You have a mobile?

Can I use it?

I'll keep it short, I don't want to be
traced down. I have a hostage, a girl.

You have to let her go.
- No. I want to talk to my mother.

Johan, listen carefully.
That therapist has been found.

She's been raped and murdered.

I didn't do it.

All the more reason to surrender.
Don't make it worse than it is.

Worse than it is? I'll let her go
when I've talked to my mother.

Are you going to arrange that?
- No, I can't.

I don't know where she is.

When can I go home?

I need to talk to someone.
After that I'll let you go.

Alright?

Get out.

You have to get in here
for a while.

I'm sorry, but I need to be sure
you won't run.

But I'll suffocate.
- No silly, not that fast.

I'll be back soon.
Come on now, no debate.

Mind your head. I'll be right back,
honest. Mind your head now.

Hello, grandma.

When did you get out?

Do you have something to eat?

Yes.

Where is mum?
- I really don't know, honest.

She left.

Where to?

I don't know.

Grandma.

Where is she?

I can't tell you.

Come on out now.

You're all right?

Hang on.

Now breathe in this bag. In and out.
Easy does it, breathe slowly.

Easy. In, and out.
In, and out. Easy.

Easy.

Good girl.
Breathe slowly.

In and out, in and out, in...

Good girl.

Feeling better?

Can you read this hand?

'Best wishes, here all is well.

In case of emergency
you can reach me on 0324786658649.

I'm on site number 25. Wilma. '

Camping Le Rocher de la Fi�rge,
Comblain-de-la-Tour, Ardennes. Belgium.

Thank you.

You'll come with me?

You want some sweets?

I have to go to the bathroom.

Real bad.

I can't pee
when you're standing there.

Yes, well...

OK.

Hi, everything alright?
- Sure, just leave her be.

Can we go?

Yes.

Hey listen...

I know you don't want this.
And I don't want this either.

But right now this is all we've got.

Let's make a deal.

There's someone there
who can testify that I'm innocent.

I have to talk to that someone
and then I'll let you go. OK?

Why did you pick me?
- What do you mean?

Why not my girlfriend?

Because you've got something special.
You're different.

Why different?
- Girls like your friend...

There's lots of them.
You've got something special.

What is it?

You're a good person.

Hey...
Tessa, please help me.

OK.

So from now on
we will trust each other, won't we?

Come on, we're switching over.

There you are, vitamins.

Good?

If my mother could see me now...

she'd go berserk.
- You decide for yourself what you eat.

Can you help me out?

Comblain-la-Tour, J-4.

Comblain-la-Tour.
- Oh yes.

Here.
Or would your mother disapprove?

And now we are here?

Here.

Then we'd best go through Luik.

Where did you learn
to read a map so well?

My father.

You have a nice father?

My father is dead.

For some time?

I was ten.

I found him myself.

He looked all blue.

My mother said
that he drank himself to death.

And now you're living together
with your mother?

Yes, and her new friend.

OK. So it's Li�ge from here on.
- Li�ge? I thought you said Luik.

Li�ge is French for Luik.

Who are we going to talk to in Belgium?
- My mother.

Why don't you just call her?

Because she doesn't want to talk to me.
- How come?

Because she blames me for everything.

For what?

It doesn't matter. A load of crap.
Really.

Yes, so now what?
- It should be here somewhere.

Somewhere?

These signposts are just so ambiguous.
What?

Nothing.
- If you know better...

I'm not complaining, am I?
- We'll turn left then.

Maybe we should ask.

Do you speak French?
- A little.

Just ask them then.

We're close.

Hand me that postcard.

Here.
- Number 25.

Since when did you last talk
to your mother?

Couple of years ago.

And she never came to visit you.
- No.

Hi mum.

It's all right if we come in, isn't it?

Grandma told me you were here.

Who's this?

Tessa.

Would you like something to drink?
- No, she doesn't.

It's very important
that you write down a statement.

I did that fourteen years ago.

But this time what really happened.
- I don't have to testify.

Yes you do, they've changed that.

Why are you doing this?
- Mum...

Just write
that you were afraid to help us.

Daddy is dead.
You don't have to be afraid anymore.

You are very sick, Johan.
- Bollocks.

Just write down what happened.
- What happened.

Your father caught you with your sister.
Then you knocked his brains out.

Do you want me to write that down?
And that Sharon wasn't the only one.

That there were lots of other girls.
- What do you mean?

Get out of my life.

Why don't you want to help me?
- You are absolutely insane.

Oh yeah?

Then tell me straight to my face
that dad never touched me.

Police, please.

Say it, mum.

You should have never been born.

Well, I've killed my mother,
is that what you wanted?

What do I do now?
- Tessa? Is she alright?

Of course she's all right.

Where are you?
- In Belgium.

You should turn yourself in, now.

No, I'm not going back there again.
Do you think I'm crazy?

Let Tessa go and come back to
Holland. Try to get across the border.

I'll arrange things for you.
- You'll get me a deal?

I'll try to get you back
to the clinic safely.

OK.

Go away. Go away.

Please come.

Easy now.

You'll have to undress.

No.
- You'll catch a cold.

Is it true?

What is?
- Did you kill your sister?

No.
I didn't. I swear.

And those other girls?
- What other girls?

Your mother was saying something
about other girls.

Tessa, my mother was crazy.

My dad did this.

Honest.

And he shouldn't have laid his hands
upon my sister.

Now what?

We're going back to Holland...

and then I'll let you go.
- Really?

Then what happens to you?

I'll take care of myself.

What we need is a new car.
They've spotted this one.

Take your pick.

Choose one.

On the right that's the accelerator, and
next the brake. Both with your right foot.

The left one is the clutch,
with your left foot.

And the hand-brake, that is...
like that.

Now release the clutch very slowly
and accelerate a bit...

Yes? Very slowly.

Gently, gently.

To the left.

Alright, that's all.

Sit yourself up straight. You're
beautiful, you don't want to hide that.

I'm not beautiful.
I've got silly big nostrils.

Braces, stupid gums.
My feet are too big...

my thighs too fat,
and the rest too skinny.

People think I have anorexia.

Chantal is beautiful.
I always wind up with the losers.

Chantal may be handsome,
but you are beautiful.

Sit yourself up.

You shouldn't hide your face
like that.

It's a shame.

Do you really think I'm beautiful?

Yes.

Do you fancy me?

We have to go.

I'm going to be a movie star...

and marry a musician on drugs
so I can save him.

Just like Kate Moss and Pete Doherty,
but more handsome.

Pete who?
- Never mind.

Johan?
- Have you made the arrangements?

Before you go on:
There's someone else on the line.

I'm Maarten van Heemskerk, Rijnmond
Police. Can I call you Johan?

I'm listening in, Johan.
- First of all we worry about Tessa.

Tessa is all right.
- I would like to speak to her, please?

Just say something.
- Hi?

Tell them that everything is all right.
- It's all right.

Satisfied?
- We have found your grandmother.

What happened?
- Don't answer that.

Were you that angry?
- Don't answer.

This is not what we agreed upon.
We'll get back to that later. Listen.

You fill her up.

Say 50.

That's not enough.
- Why?

It's 78.
- Why didn't you do 50? I told you that.

I'm sorry.

Have you got money?
- I won't pay for your petrol.

You'll get it back.

Maybe I can use my card.
- OK.

Good day. Number two.

Help.

Goddammit.

You're alright?

Shouldn't I have done that?
- Of course you had to. Dickheads.

I've got something for you.

A keepsake.

These are children's earrings.

It's the gesture that counts, isn't it?

A grey Mercedes, BKD 723.

Good day.

What does he want?
- Your papers.

I think it's that Dutch guy
with that girl.

Tessa, I'm going to be a bit nasty.
But it's all just a playact, OK?

I count to three and then we both
get out together. Get your bag.

One, two, three... Go.

To the front.

No fucking about
or I'll blow her brains out.

Back off.

Get down on your knees.

What is 'keys' in French?
- La cl�.

Come on, la cl�. Hurry up.
Of the car.

Go. Get in the car.

Johan, it's Van Heemskerk,
good of you to call.

We got the Belgian police on our backs.
They have to go.

We are in close contact
with the Belgian police, but...

Take care of it. I am going to Holland.

Now we're just like Bonnie and Clyde.
- Who?

Never mind.

He's heading towards
the Dutch border. He's armed...

...keep your distance.
Wait for back-up.

He is leaving the sector...

Stay on his tail. We're in contact
with the Dutch authorities.

We will take it from here.

This end is closed.

There are too many journalists.
We need back-up.

I'm sorry, Tes.

I want to go through, goddamn.

Yes, yes.

It's your mother.

Tessa speaking.

Hi, mum.

You don't have to cry.
I'll be home, he promised me.

No, he won't hurt me.

He's been very sweet.

Mum, I'm sorry. About everything.

I really want to come home.
I never meant what I said.

I love you too.

Johan? This is Jean Vermeiere on
behalf of the federal Chief of Justice.

Johan, can you hear me?
- I guess so.

We want you to release Tessa.
- I'll let her go in Holland.

We must deal with this here.
But first Tessa has to be released.

We don't take any chances.
Do you understand what I'm saying?

Either Tessa and I will go to Holland
together, or we'll die here together.

We're coming over. We will get her
and you will give yourself up.

Can't you just let me go?

Johan, let her go now. Get out.

I'll make sure you will be OK.

I'm bringing her back to Holland.

Stupid pricks.

What do we do now?
We take the risk?

Justice Dept. Is still conferring with
Holland. I'm trying to intervene.

This is your last chance, Johan.

If you don't surrender now,
we will intervene.

We can open fire.
We can open field of fire.

Sit on my lap, please.

What?
- Come on, on my lap.

Too late, dammit.
He is using the girl as his shield.

Why don't they decide?
What's taking them so long?

I don't want to die.
- Nobody's going to die, Tess.

Honest. They won't shoot children.
Trust me. You take the wheel, OK?

Attention. Holland wants them to pass.
Don't endanger the girl.

Back off. Let them pass.

We can't just let him go like that.

It's only 20 kms to the border.
They will be awaited there.

They don't do anything.

Those assholes out of the way too...

Hold your fire. Let them pass.
- I can take him out.

If the girls gets hit, we'll have
an international riot on our hands.

Go on.

Sons of bitches.

Good girl.

They won't do a thing.
Just bluff.

We'll stay on him from the air until
the border. Let the Dutch deal with it.

Well done, Tessa.

Don't be afraid.

Everything under control.

Why did we stop?

I can see them.

I can't stop the journalists any longer.

You're a movie star already.

Tessa. Aren't you afraid?

How do you feel?
Is he treating you right?

I want to go.

Johan, roll down the window.
- I want to go home.

You. Over here. You, shithead.
Come on over, now.

Who are you?
- Udo.

We'll be heading for Holland now.

If I see any of you,
and that goes for you, too...

this shithead will be the first to go.

Then Tessa and then
I'll blow my own brains out.

Get out of the way.
You're coming with us.

Goddamn. Shit. To the right, now.

I've lost them.

Get out.

OK, shithead, your wallet. Hurry up.
- I'm not a cop, I'm a journalist.

See if you can find something
that has his address.

Hurry up, Tessa.
Listen, fucking journalist.

I know where you live now,
I could pay you a visit.

I'll waste you,
and your wife and kids, too.

So you're going to do exactly
as you're told, right?

OK?
- OK.

What's the matter?

I want to go home.

Then I will take you home.

Really?
- Sure.

There they are.
- Contact restored.

I couldn't find a better one.

Hey, sleeping beauty.

We're here. You can go home now.

What are you going to do?
- Doesn't matter.

Come on. Move.

Yes. Tell them
that they can come to get me.

I am where I picked her up.
In a beige Subaru with Belgian plates.

Tessa is safe.

Come and try to get me.

You're not going to give yourself up,
are you?

I'm not worth living, Tess. I'm all bad.
- What? You're not all bad.

You had every opportunity
to mistreat me but you didn't.

You must go back to the clinic.

I'll write you.
I'll come and visit you.

You have to go, come on.

You shouldn't die. You don't deserve it.
- You have to go home.

We'll drive to the clinic together.
I'll write you every week, I swear.

You can't save me, Tess.
I'm not some rock star doing drugs.

I'll stay in the car.
I'll stay with you.

Why are we here?

I'll go back to the clinic, Tess. I will.

But first I want to show you something.

I really want us to stay together and
I want you to write me and all that.

But first I want you to know...

who I really am.

Come.

Hey, come on.
You said it yourself:

If I had wanted to do you wrong, I would
have done it already, wouldn't I?

It's all right, come.

I'll be right back.

I wanted to show you this.

My mother was right, Tess.

About my sister.
About the other girls.

Easy now, Tess.

Breathe slowly.

I help you. Breathe slowly. Easy now.
Tessa, easy now...

Tessa, easy now.

Breathe slowly. Good girl.

Easy.
It will be over soon...

I'm sorry.
I don't want this... honestly.

I'm sorry, I don't want this.

I am sorry.

I'm so sorry...
You don't deserve this.

My little girl.
TESSA....