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- Hello. - Hello.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Samdam, a leather clothing store.

- You know where that is? - First floor. To at the top the right.

- OK. Are you going to West Flanders? - Yes.

- Go, thank you. - You're welcome.

- Found? - It was behind the escalator.

- Hi. - Yes.

Go. You again? You have to go. Come on.

Out. Go. Every day is the same with you.

Yes, but ... if you meet my boss, it will be even worse.

You have to leave. You have to go. OK. Come on, here you go.

Go, take all your gear. See you tomorrow.

And take care.

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

She has a clothing store. Jewelry or something like that.

- It's over there, near the escalator. - Thank you.

Do you remember me?

I never go by there, normally.

But it was a shortcut.

And passing by, I had a funny feeling.

An impression of d�ja vu.

You know what a d�ja vu means?

I have often dreamed of this person walking ahead us in a public place.

And I know it is dangerous, I do not know why.

I just know it indicates a bad plan.

- Why was nothing done then? - Against whom or what?

Against a disaster scenario that haunts my nights?

Could I tell this to my husband

that the one walking before us is visiting my dreams?

Every night the same person, same gallery and even the same explosion.

No idea what you have not seen. It was super nervous.

- He looked constantly at him. - He had normal air.

- And his eyes? - I have not looked into his eyes.

Impossible not to have seen.

You were scared or was it cowardice?

I'm sure you knew.

A voice in a corner of your head begging you to listen.

But you refused to listen. And your body persisted to ignore it.

You were too low to hear.

And you were not prepared that this was going to happen.

You've saved your skin, not ours.

You should not have saved my son?

I must know why.

My dear!

Hello?

Come, dear, answers, please.

Damn, I have already called ten times. I beg you.

I'm sorry, OK?

You're going to win, yes? I've been trying for hours.

I was at the door of my house.

I feel how you think? I should do the same with you.

You break a window. Or you break down the door.

I won't play along with you, you hear me? I won't.

It's always the same when we argue. I am heading at the door.

And you ... you stay there. Well no! I'm tired.

This was the last time. The last time. Do you hear me?

Heck, pick up this phone. Son of bitch.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Samdam, a leather clothing store.

- You know where that is? - First floor. To at the top the right.

- You going to the West Flanders? - Yes.

- OK, thank you. - You're welcome.

Now what?

What are you gonna do?

- You going to repay your debt? - What can I do?

You could at least try something.

It's you who wears this beautiful uniform not me. It's yours.

I saw you run away with my own eyes.

This was no big deal for you.

You got nothing to be saying, man?

Go, go, say something.

Or would you prefer that all exploded? It happens because you did nothing?

You must follow your heart, nearest to trust your guts.

You feel a little guilty, perhaps ...

... present some action. Or is it too much to ask?

Especially not to attract attention.

Not too fast, not too slow. Just like everyone else.

You are not there and if you are not, no one sees you.

Stay calm right now.

When you stop, don't think about anything. Just do it, that's all.

Lower your hand slowly and presses the button.

Not too fast. Stress-free. Act normally. Calmly.

Almost there.

Presses the button now.

Do what you came here for.

No need to hesitate, Sam. Press this button. Do it.

You should not be ashamed for what you did.

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

They follow their feeling? They do what they have to do?

You at least, you have balls.

Enter the fucking shopping. And press the button.

I could not have.

I'm sorry that you've been dragged into this.

It was I who blew everything.

I made a bomb, I was surrounded, and I pressed the button.

What are you talking about?

I took the bus and I came here.

Not true, you were at the entrance.

No, certainly not this morning. It was a different guy.

I passed him and he saw nothing.

It is not possible, I saw you.

I even came a little later so there would be more people.

I just blew it.

- Why would you do such a thing? - I do not know.

You do not know because you did nothing. You wandered as usual.

Can I ask you a question? I am looking for Sandra Lauwaert.

She has a clothing store. Jews ... Jewelry ... or something like that.

Jewelry is near the elevator. On the ground floor.

Thank you.

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

She has a shop, a store. Jews ... Jewelry ... or something like that.

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

He was a regular guy, whatever. Like so many others.

He had a square face.

You're going to find him and convince him. I feel it.

What is the difference between a woman of your life and woman of your dreams?

The woman in your life, you pay her a house.

You give her children. With her you live untill you die.

But the woman of your dreams, is something else.

It's the perfect woman in your dreams,

but ten times more beautiful, ten times better.

I met her, the woman of my dreams.

It was ten years ago.

I could not say a word. Not a single word. I was dumb.

I haven't seen for ten years.

But I kept thinking about her. It haunted me.

And one day while shopping with my wife,

we entered a shop and guess who was there?

She had not changed. And I was immediately hooked again.

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

Every day since I went to this shop checking for her.

I say nothing, but we understand eachoyher. There is a feeling between us.

I know I should invite her to have dinner with me.

Or for a drink, but ...

- Why don't you ask her? - Ask her what?

I can not ask her. Words do not come.

- Why don't you ask her? - Ask her what?

I can not ask her. Words do not come.

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

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

And I thought if I ignore her, it will stop itself.

You could tell me.

You would have believed? Eh?

All my life I fell on the bad guys.

Or rather the bad guys have fallen in love with me. I do not know, but ...

In any case, I am not good with them.

At first, they are adorable and mad with love for me.

But after a while it stops.

And so all my life I was chased by guys who ...

Hey, you! Do you really think that you can persuade him?

You think this guy will listen to you? You really think so?

- Huh? - Maybe.

- What? - I do not know.

Do not you know? What are you gonna do?

- Let it go? Is that it? - Maybe.

And if it does not work?

I understand him, he will speak to me.

Ah, you understand? What part of him you know?

I do not know, but I think he feels sad and lonely.

Damn, poor guy. You know what you're saying?

No. What you will tell him. What.

You really think he will listen to you? Eh?

Poor fool!

I'll tell you something, man.

I'll give you good advice, then listen.

There's no point to speak to a rabid dog.

Must be cut down. Got it?

What you gonna do?

You know that.

You're required to do so?

Yes.

- Why? - So my mother would not die alone.

Your mother? What has your mother got to do with it?

All.

Yes, that's it. Yes.

It must be a mistake, sir. I have no mother.

She's going to die?

When I was younger, I hurt my mother.

I ran away and she never saw me again.

It shattered her life.

And when she dies, I refuse her to go alone.

So I'm going to blow and remove a few people with me.

- Your mother is it worth all those lives? - It is more than that.

You're crazy.

Who's the crazy here?

I'm sure you looked away when I passed.

- I have not seen you. - I do not believe you.

But this nonchalance, that's all you. Have you always been like that.

Oh, honey.

My chip.

My chip. Hey!

What do you mean?

I am almost deaf. My ears are ringing.

My own voice.

I'm hoarse. And broken.

- Who are you? - Sam

- How do you feel? - In sadness ... and pain.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

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

Dolly?

Dolly?

Hell, it's going to last long?

You're going to whine long? Damn, man.

Your chick has left. You've made a mistake. It's over.

I do not understand. You go out at all, or you spend your days in bed.

Hear what I tell you. It's over, she left.

You have lost. You made her flee.

Ah, that's it? Time is up.

Don't look at me like that. I know who you are and you know who I am.

I tried talking to him, but he did not seem to hear me. Go ahead, try.

You're going to talk to him, or not? Go ahead.

Hey!

- Do not do that. - Stop, it's useless.

Can't you see? You're not gonna make it. He can not hear you.

What do yopu expect from talking like that?

Can't you see he can't hear you? He does not see you.

- I try ... - Try? Do something.

Stop trying, do it. There is still time now.

Try, bitch! Look. It's now or forever.

It's now or never. Please, do something. Hurry.

You seem to think that it's your fault if the sick man has blown all up.

- You have no purpose there. - No, but I have not seen it.

- Neither did I. I made pictures. - Where?

In the toy shop.

- With the rabbit? - Yes, this is my friend.

It's simple. Concentrate on 200 euros for one day.

- I stay here all day? - Yes, you do. It's simple.

Boy in the lap, smiling, photo and the rest.

This is the last time you embark on your plans.

200 euros to sit all day. And you complain?

It already better than with my group.

You're always in there?

- There is a chair? - I will ask.

- He said what? - No chair.

What? I have to sit down.

- What is he saying? - He wants to sit ...

Ask for water. It's stifling here, ask him.

- Do not let yourself be. - Fuck you.

You want them, these 200 euros? Put your head on ...

- It's good like that? - Yes, yes.

OK, Charlotte. On three a big smile. Come on, I expect it.

One, two ...

- What's the matter? - I do not know.

Come down. I'll be right there.

You?

Yeah.

Hey, you over there.

Come here.

Dis.

Did you shit in your ears?

Hey, Where are you going like that?

Eh? You know I do not want you to come here.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Do not come here to steal. You're pretty screwed up like that.

You're too fucked up?

Did you shit in your ears?

- Where are you going like that? - Damn, man.

You know I do not want you hang out here. Eh?

And I saw nothing.

What are you doing? "Nothing."

It shows. It is obvious that you're up to something.

You're too fucked up?

- Fool. - Chicken shit.

Why you talk like that?

Get out before I throw you out.

- For the hunt. - It did not work.

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

She has a clothing store. Uh ... Jews, Jewelry ...

It's over there, near the escalator.

Thank you.

Hey! You, over there.

Hey!

Sandra Lauwaert.

I tell you that you should not do that.

It's here. Open your eyes, stupid ... Behind you. Behind you.

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

Listen to me. Do not do that. You can not do that. You can not.

Stop, it's no use for anything. They do not hear us.

It's over. Do you understand?

Dirty bastard. I would do it elsewhere.

As long as you believe me. It is not the first time that you seek me.

Bastard.

You have made it easy.

I loved you so much.

And you. Every second, every moment, I wondered

what you'd become.

Hello. It's me, my dear.

I just wanted to tell you that I adore you more than anything.

And I want to apologize for being distant so easily.

I should not have defer my anger on you.

I'd love to find a balance between us.

But I hope you will remember the good things

and forget your shattered illusions.

Maybe I expected too much from you.

Hello, my dear.

When you walk into my store ... I'm happy.

And when one day, you do not come, I'll miss you.

I'll wonder where you are and whether you'll come the next day.

Listen, ma'am ...

Forgive me. Forgive me to put an end to your life.

I can not forgive myself ever. Never.

But I need you to forgive me.

How many lives are worth the life of your daughter?

One. Mine.