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My dad always did it like this.

And then the Vanlangendonck scandal. In
Antwerp the sensational trial begins today.

The Prosecution demands

The jury...

The court.

The witness may take the stand.

May I ask you to take the oath,
with your right hand risen.

I swear to speak without
hate and without fear.

To tell the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth.

What is your name and first name?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Simon, is something wrong?

What are you thinking about?

About Femke.

Is that the girl from the trial?

Yes.

What was she like?

Femke was lovely...

gentle...

She protected me. Even from myself.

And the rest?

Where did you live?

I lived in Wachtebeke, a small
border town. There were eight of us.

Belgian and Dutch.

It was summer.

For the first time in years
it really felt like summer.

We were never thinking...
None of us was.

We thought we knew everything better.

Jens was my best friend.

Simon, look. I broke your record.

And then there was Ruth.
Ruth liked to show off.

She wasn't tough at all. Even
though she thought otherwise.

The one that was tough was Liasl.

She knew everything better.
Even better than Thomas.

Femke...

Femke was beautiful. Gorgeous.

She was always in good spirits.

The best thing about Femke was,
that she was the opposite of me.

Look, it's Karl and all his racket.

Then there was Karl. He was the macho.

He would rather crack his skull
open than give way to someone.

And Ena? Is she still coming?

She's so slow. She's always late.

Wait until she's sitting on top of you.

Thomas mostly wanted to top his father.

And he had seriously
made it, believe me.

The last one was Ena. She's
impossible to describe.

You have to meet Ena, undergo her.

Cheeky, sexy. But sweet as well.

There were four boys and four
girls. That's who WE were.

Wait for Jens.

I'm going to film this. Wait a second.

Why?

- Wait, I'm gonna film this.
- What?

All these people.

- Zoom in.
- Why are you filming this?

Can you shoot slow motion as well?

Look at all those ugly faces.

Hey, retards.

Look at them, working from
nine to five. They're like ants.

Femke, they're looking at you.

That car swerved out of its lane.

Did you film it?

Come on, you always
film the wrong things.

Really.

Kari, where did you
learn to ride a moped?

It's nice out here.

It's about 800 meters and we're there.

Can't you tell more?

It was a weird summer.

We wanted to discover the
world. And had no time to lose.

Kari...

Karl found the perfect place
where we could be who we were.

Look around, no one comes here. They
were gonna make a residential area here.

But they didn't because
of the financial crisis.

- Are you ready for the mansion, guys?
- Check if there's someone in there first.

- It's really nice!
- Do you like it?

Yeah, definitely.

- Kari, super nice man, fuck.
- Super cool.

- But, what were you doing here, so far away?
- Yeah. How did you find this?

Hey boys, I'll see you in a bit.

Stop.

I can talk backwards.

Show me.

- On evol I.
- What?

I love you.

Jesus.

I can do something with my tongue.

Do it.

You can touch me, if you want.

Were you in love?

Yes, very much so.

I think I will never be
in love like that again...

as I was with her.

Sometimes it's like
I can still smell her.

The sex glowed on our
cheeks like the summer sun.

We aroused the girls
and they aroused us.

The hormones exploded out of our ears.

- And you joined in?
- Yes.

- This one.
- No, that's gonna hurt, man.

That's no fun. This one.

That one's pretty
small. I think it's good.

Yes, Ena.

- You'll never gum this one.
- Wanna bet?

It's a good one.

It's not an easy one.

- Number one of the game, Ena.
- Hit me.

Hold on.

Ready...

Set...

- Okay, Pritt stick?
- That wasn't on the table.

- That's not the 'number one Ena'. Come on.
- Okay, okay, okay. Chicken leg?

No, lighter.

- Wasn't that hard, was it?
- Again.

You'll never gum this one.

Smaller objects are harder.

- A dick?
- No, first gum who's.

- Vladimir Poetin?
- No, again.

Hold on.

Fuck, your hands are cold.

Come on, guess.

Okay, Simon?

Okay, double penetration.

It was childlike.

It was all about pleasure.

Who can piss the furthest?

Who can come the quickest?
Who dares to go the fastest?

How can we earn the most money?

Websites can reach the whole world.

And a website with nudes on it?

Nude pictures are worthless these days.

- You can just Google them.
- What about video's?

I don't want my face on the internet.

Everyone can see it. Even my dad.

You could just wear a mask?

Make yourself unrecognizable.

I don't want my face on the internet.

Yeah, I wanna have a life after this.

Make a good codeword.

There are other ways to make money.

Not in two months,
unless we win the lottery.

If we all work really
hard for two months...

we can do whatever we
want in our own apartment.

What did you do with all that money?

Money? It was like we had millions.

We bought everything. The most
expensive things we could get.

Watches, mopeds, clothes...

We only had to make sure
our parents didn't notice.

One day Thomas said: Let's go to Ibiza.

And we left that same day.

The most expensive tickets,
hotels and restaurants.

It was amazing. The sky was the limit.

Didn't your parents question anything?

They never suspected a thing.

I'm hungry.

Simon, you have to learn
how the world works.

- Hello, Mr. Vanlangendonck.
- Hello, Vera.

We don't mean to disturb
you, we are here to say...

you have our support as aspirant
mayor. You know Simon, my son.

Yes, yes.

Still top of the class, Simon?

He's not allowed to vote
yet, but you got mine...

- and his as well, in a year or two.
- Splendid, splendid.

With raspberries.

Oh Vera, that's my favourite.
Thank you. Thank you.

In a town where psychopaths attack
babies something is seriously wrong.

Yes.

And the breakup of
Belgium is also welcome.

Of course and we are
going to take care of that.

- Alright.
- Enjoy the pie.

Thank you, Vera. Bye, Simon.

- Goodbye, Mr. Vanlangendonck.
- Goodbye.

- Was that really necessary?
- Yes.

- Tell me if it becomes too much.
- No, I want to know.

We all took pan. Femke and I too.

It all started in my father's
loft. He's much younger than my mum.

- I'll help you.
- No, it's fine.

- Thanks for letting us come here.
- You're welcome.

What an invasion,
it's a whole film crew.

Looks like a serious school project.

- How's mum doing?
- If you wanna know, why don't you call her?

And, between you and Guy?

- Do you guys get along?
- Yeah. He's a great guy.

Okay, Tarantino.

If he knew what we all did...

- Jens? Camera all set up?
- Yes, and so are the lamps.

- That's much better, Simon.
- Yeah.

- Can we go together?
- Hey, gay boy.

Women want some as well, right?

Hey, would you like to...

Femke, you sit on top of Karl.

Yeah, face the camera and
then just ride him a bit.

- You have to put your hands like this.
- And just join in.

- You can have this sausage.
- And action.

Come on, stay professional.

A bit slower, please.

Liesl, use your hands. Grab that dick.

- Go, Liesl.
- Ruth, get over here.

I'm gonna do a double facial.

Quick, I'm almost gonna come.

Okay, suck my balls.

Suck my balls.

Action, guys.

Yeah, this is perfect.

Liesl, moan. Moan.

Guys, moan. Come on.

She looks like a muppet.

- Jens, is my dick in frame?
- Yeah. It's perfect.

Don't you think we're going too far?

I don't know, and you?

Do you think of me when
you fuck other guys?

Yeah, I think so.

- Can I ask you something weird?
- Yes.

- Is Ena fighter than me?
- No.

Nothing feels better than my
Eiffel Tower in your Eurotunnel.

I'll take care of it.

Wait, you can make your
own music with this.

I began to doubt whether we
were doing the right thing.

If I was doing the
right thing, if she was.

I kept hoping for a signal from her.

Something I could grab onto.

Something I could log into.

But it always remained silent.

Thomas had a magnetic effect on her.

Everything started to feel...

like a book with a terrible ending.

I decided to close that book.

It was not my book anymore.

Hey. Let's grab that dog.

I don't believe you, Ruth.
I'm fed up with your lies.

I'm not lying. I
thought we had to do it.

- We didn't hurt anybody.
- What?

You are on trial soon and I
don't know if I can handle this.

Do you think my life is easy?

- I asked you something.
- Mum.

Goddammit, will you let me finish?

Somewhere else with your thoughts?

There they are.

Show your pussies.

Ruth? Na?

- Will you set the table?
- I won't be having dinner.

- I have to babysit tonight.
- I thought that was at eight?

Yeah.

Then you can join us for dinner, right?

It's all different in my
head, mum. It wasn't about sex.

It felt like I was
standing above the world.

All those middle-class people...

in their square houses
and square gardens.

Ruth.

Ruth, can you hear me?

It's all just so fucking predictable.

Ruth, are you coming?

Darn it, what's keeping you?

- What?
- I asked you to set the table.

I was listening to music.
I couldn't hear you.

And you were always so predictable,
too. What about homework tonight?'

What about homework?

I'm glad you're babysitting tonight.
You'll be doing something useful that way.

Yeah...

Hey, calm down.

I felt like a nobody. I was...

that boring person with that
extremely dull fucking life.

But within our group at
least something was happening.

And for once I excelled in something.

I turned men on. They got homy because
of my body, and I was in control.

And with my eyes closed
they might have been Simon.

Karfs dad with my mum.

No, that's a whole lot of hair.

Yeah, or my dad and your mum.

Gross.

- That's definitely not a match.
- How would they fuck?

My dad, with a cracking voice.

Yeah, dirty bitch.

Yikes.

How are your parents doing?

They fight a lot.

I was very annoyed, mum...

by those ugly faces.

They resembled a great desolation.

And to me, you were one of them.

They're gone.

Dumbasses.

What the fuck are you doing?

Ena. You can't do that.

- What?
- What's that?

- Have a taste.
- This one is really good.

What is this?

- Look.
- They play Bridge with their neighbours.

What a life.

That's true happiness.

- Like this?
- Yes. Wait, wait, wait.

I'm gonna take pictures.
We'll put them on his computer.

Mr. Lampe. I was expecting boxer shorts.

It comes with a hat.

Awesome.

I'm Ena, and I am from Russia.

Oh, Mrs. Lamps

No. Mrs. Lamps doesn't
want to today, Mr.Lampe.

- She's not in the mood.
- What a shame.

Hey, but...

- have you spoken to Simon lately?
- No.

You don't wanna talk about it?

No.

- You really like him, don't you?
- Yes.

Okay, let's try this one.
It's a hard one, though.

- Not that one.
- No.

- That one.
- No.

- Ya, come on.
- I can't do that.

Yes, handstand.

You have to take it seriously.

People will notice when
we're messing around.

Okay, sorry.

It has to build-up otherwise
people don't get horny.

- And they will leave our
pom-site. - My knee hurts.

- How are things with Femke?
- Super.

I meant between the two of you.

Also fine, we're amusing ourselves.

I could see you grow old together.

I dared everything, mum.

Except telling him I
was in love with him.

- Hey guys, stop fooling around.
- What else?

We should be making money.
Doing this doesn't work.

I don't know, if we can hack a bank,
but smaller organisations should work.

If you can hack a bank you
might as well hack Thomas' dad.

No, not my dad.

We should make our own
money. Not someone else's.

- And definitely not my dad's.
- Cash is cash.

What do people want. That's hard to get?

How could we make some serious money?

- No idea.
- Hair?

Hair.

- Bald men want hair.
- Everyone has fucking hair.

- That's not true.
- Bald men don't.

How many bald men are there. Liesl?

- What the fuck.
- That's too short.

- I want a motorcycle.
- Listen, there is one thing everybody wants.

And that's...

Yeah, exactly, a nice pussy.
There's only a few of those.

Yeah, a lot of horny
men will pay for that.

Yes, but, that goes too far, doesn't it?

Why too far? For money,
they can touch me anywhere.

Exactly, that's te spirit, baby.

- Am I hurting you?
- You'd have to try harder.

Don't go there.

Don't touch that. No.

- Shit.
- Damn it.

It's all over your trousers.

I brought a handkerchief.

She's coming.

Okay, thanks.

- Is she out of the car?
- Yeah.

- How was it?
- You're officially a whore now.

- Do you have the money?
- Let's go.

- Fem, it's Bart.
- What?

That's Ban. Don't look.

- Hi.
- Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, how can I help you?

- Chips with mayo, please.
- Yes.

Awkward.

She was my best friend.

But I hated her.

Her lips, her smile...

She always wanted to
be the perfect girl.

Everyone wanted her.

Even that fucking mayor.

Liesl thought of a ritual
as a sort of consolation.

We all thought of Femke.

I did too.

How evil am I, mum?

I was glad she was dead.

Dearly beloved...

we are gathered here today...

to bid farewell to Femke Klaassen.

A beautiful girl...

who was snatched away from
life in an horrific way.

May I ask Ruth to read a poem?

About death, he only
knew what all knew...

What's that Chinese guy doing
here? That's one of her customers.

- That's so inappropriate.
- It was in the paper.

Yeah, so?

But quietly closed its eyes...

on to unknown faraways.

Why didn't you tell us?

Because I was afraid you'd
only see how evil I was.

That you wouldn't understand.

And, everyone continued.

So I couldn't quit just like that.

Finally, men among men.

I'm hungry.

I know what you're hungry for.

Come on, guys.

- Hello.
- Hey, baby.

- How much are you?
- I? I'm not for sale.

- Everything's for sale.
- Five euros for twenty bullets.

Five euros for twenty bullets.

I can stand here and stare at you
like an idiot, but what's the point?

I like you.

- Put your hands in the air.
- No, that's not allowed.

Put your hands in the air. Surrender.

No, listen, why don't we go out and
have a drink 'without these morons?

Just you and me?

I'll pick you up. Promised?
We'll have a drink together.

Hi.

Who are you?

Why?

Because I think you're pretty.

Maybe I was the most deranged.

I never liked those girls.

Loesje and Sarah? Mum,
you don't understand.

We were the ones that made it up.

- Wanna look?
- They're really having sex.

- But he's really old.
- Yeah. But he pays.

- Whose house is this?
- Thomas's.

- Is Thomas old enough to rent a house?
- His brother arranged it.

In these rooms we receive the customers.

- What do you think?
- Nice.

And the neighbours?

- They don't notice.
- Not even all those guys coming over?

Do you miss her?

Yes.

Some things in life you
only experience once.

Like seeing the sea for the first time.

When I saw Femke I knew it was one-off.

Fuck, my mother.

- What?
- My mother is here.

- Your mother?
- Yeah.

- How does she know you're here?
- No idea.

- Did she see me?
- Ruth, I knew you'd lie.

What am I doing here? What are
you doing here? We're going home.

We should start our own firm.

- What do you mean?
- An abortion clinic.

- Handmade abortion ltd.
- What's taking her so long?

She probably chickened out.

- There she is.
- Ready?

- She does look a bit pale.
- Surprised?

- Will it work?
- If she hits hard enough...

I'm sure it's gonna work.

Is that enough?

Go ahead.

- Harder.
- Hold her still.

- Do you see anything?
- No, there's no blood.

Hit harder, Ruth. We
can't call a doctor.

- I don't want to.
- You haven't even hit her yet.

Goddammit, I have to
do everything myself.

That's it.

Thomas, what the fuck are you
doing? That's her head, you moron.

Her head. Get a grip.

I quit. I stop.

- I quit.
- What's this?

I'm quitting.

- Hi, mum.
- Are you at home?

- Jonas is trying to get in.
- Sorry, I didn't see him.

I'm so upset. Do you
know what I've heard?

What?

Do you know what happened to
the dog of my singing teacher?

Your teacher?

Some kids drove by, pulled the
leash from her hand and took the dog.

- What did they do to the dog?
- They banged it through the streets.

Terrible.

I will see you at home.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

I always thought being
alone was the worst.

But it's even worse...

to be in a group with people
who let you feel you're alone.

Liesl, do you know why you're here?

Yes, my parents think I'm insane.

No, Liesl, wait.

As a psychologist it's my job to help
you prepare for your testimony in court.

I told you, it's a long story.

I've got time.

Last summer we all wanted to do
something different than usual.

Something really spectacular.

So, we decided to do something...

outrageous.

And I really had control.
Over my body and over men.

I loved that.

- Hey, what's the plan, guys?
- Let's go swimming.

- We could go to the pier?
- Swimming.

- No but, seriously. I feel like swimming.
- You need to get a tan first, Jens.

How funny, Karl.

Let's go mass with those motorists.

- Yeah, at the bridge.
- You mean, like yesterday?

Let's do it.

Yesterday the teaser and
today the full-frontal.

Like I said: There's a difference
between males and females.

The male brain...

is with an average weight of
390 grams somewhat larger...

than the female version.

Sorry ladies, that's
what science tells us.

But the part of the brain men
use, fits exactly in their glans.

You have an extremely big mouth...

Yep, I don't even have to open wide.

We'll see what happens during the
exams, if something relevant comes out.

Maybe if I suck really hard, sir.

I don't tolerate that kind of language.

Take it back, or I'll
send you to the principal.

Do you want me to explain
that joke to the principal?

Do you think you can
score that way, young lady?

- Jens, can you see which window?
- Yeah.

- Where?
- The left.

Left? What floor?

First floor, second window.

Are they looking? I'm
gonna take a picture.

- I see them.
- Yeah, I've got it.

Zoom in.

I think it's him.

Yeah, they're still inside. Ruth, look.

Isn't that your Dutch
teacher? Yikes, what a pervert.

- Really, Liesl?
- Really?

Her Dutch teacher.
Where did you find him?

That guy from Ena was
also a public figure.

Yeah, yeah...

How was it?

- Was it nice?
- Bizarre.

Hey, guys. Guys.

Hey, guys. We're on the
fucking front page. Hey, guys.

Guys, listen.

We made the headlines: Biggest
car crash in fifteen years.

Twelve cars.

- Twelve cars.
- Is it about yesterday?

- Fucking hell. -
Dendermonde-drama.

Biggest car accident in fifleen years...

- Look at this.
- What the fuck.

Last weekend a car pile-up took
place in the region of Dendermonde.

Twelve fucking cars crashed
with disastrous results.

The deadly victim was the
young mother of two children.

Deadly victim?

The two severely wounded
were her two children.

A six year old boy and a four
year old girl got badly burned.

What the fuck.

That was us. Look at the picture,
that's exactly where we were standing.

- That's the spot.
- Crazy.

Fucking headlines.

Dad decided to spend our
vacation on a highway this year.

What's the matter, Ruth?

I feel bad for them.

- For those people?
- Yes.

- Seriously?
- Yes, somebody died. And two kids are...

What, Ruth?

- We caused that.
- We didn't cause that.

We were standing there, right?

Yes, we were standing on a bridge,
made for people to walk and stand on.

Don't be such a cry-baby.

That father was responsible for his
wife who is dead now and his children.

They're looking at us while driving,
what the fuck. They're just losers.

Liesl, I read you want
to become an artist?

I make reality-art.

I see life as one big reality-show.

Everything is fake
and full of hypocrisy.

I want to challenge that and
capture everything like it really is.

I want to feel I'm alive...

and push boundaries every day.

Jens said you had the
biggest turnover this month.

Really? Nice.

He says we're making good money.

- Jens and his statistics...
- Yeah. He's such a nerd.

- He uses his head.
- And we give head.

Why do we need them, anyway?

- We do need Jens.
- Yes, but the others...

Yeah, the others don't do anything.

Oh, fuck.

Hey, I didn't know we had a date.

Who wants to sit on my locomotive?

Alright. One hundred euros.

Look at your face.

Dirty girl.

- You're eighteen?
- Otherwise we'd be in school now.

We're eighteen, but we
have a bit more experience.

I'd like to take a ride
with you. Aye, blondie?

Well?

- What, are you serious?
- Yes.

- Where?
- In the cornfield.

Fuck it, I'm gonna do that.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

It's your lucky day.

- Hey, put that camera away.
- Shut up.

- Here it is.
- Emergencies, right?

Simon.

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

- What happened?
- Something with her head.

Thomas, sit down. Listen to
me. You've already done enough.

We make sure they can't
link us with the caravan.

- You found her with an app?
- But where did you find her?

In the woods, but we
don't know anything.

Yes, we're gonna burn down the caravan.
We're gonna burn down the fucking caravan.

Did Femke's death feel alienated?
Like witnessing it through a lens?

Yes, and no.

It didn't feel like I thought
the death of a friend would feel.

Everything seemed different
than the day before.

I could suddenly feel
everything more intense.

The sounds were different.

The sun was shining brighter.

I could smell everything better.

My hands seemed longer...

and my head was upside down.

The world had turned upside down.

I suddenly was aware of everything.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen...

Jesus.

Femke is dead.

- What do you mean?
- She's dead, she's gone.

RIP, mort, muerte.

Jesus.

When?

Last Saturday.

- Saturday?
- Yes.

Guilty conscience?

What happened?

Accident. That's all I know.

We're going to buy flowers
to put on her grave.

Some of her customers
don't want to chip in.

It disgusts me. Greedy bastards.

I'd really appreciate it, if
you could spare some money.

Yes, perhaps...

This is very kind of you, thanks.

- Do you consider these recordings
art? - Yes, that's reality-art.

I think everything you capture is art.

I'll show you an example.

- Why are you filming all the time?
- And who's that?

That's my mother.

Liesl, would you like some tea?

Honey? I asked you a question.

- And why are you filming all the time?
- It's a project.

I'm worried.

- Liesl?
- What, why?

I've...

I've been hearing things.

What?

- Yes.
- Why?

Ena, that skinny girl?

- Are you sure you can trust her?
- What?

They say...

she's been seen with married men.

- And you believe that?
- Well, yes.

Mum, come on.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- It's not about what I believe.

And Femke?

Crazy stories are being
told about how she died.

I'll be at home more often, alright?

Do you have a problem
taking your clothes off?

This is the perfect place
for it. No one goes here.

So...

just join us, otherwise
it'll be awkward.

- The guys, too?
- We've all seen each other naked.

Yeah.

Usually we would've been naked already.

- Now?
- Yes, of course. I'll show you.

Come on, guys. Join me.

You too, Sarah.

Do you find it difficult?

- Come on.
- You're here to be free, come on.

It's not so difficult, is it?

What's the problem?

Do you need help? Don't
behave like a toddler.

- No.
- Take your clothes off.

It doesn't feel weird. Does it?

Do you feel any difference?

- No.
- This is freedom.

Don't you feel better?

Yes, one with nature.

- Only your inner self.
- Group hug. Come on.

It doesn't matter. Come on.

Why was your dick hard?

- Yeah...
- Sorry, guys.

- When I see him...
- Simon.

Does it work? Does it work?

Which song?

- Ena, Ena, Ena.
- Yes, it really works.

- Loes, another one?
- What?

- Another one?
- Yes.

Sarah, what is it?

I can't do it anymore.

Why not?

We explained everything, didn't
we? Just fuck and ask money.

I'm late.

Late?

- How long already?
- I don't want to say.

- And do you know who's it is?
- Sarah, let's dance.

- Come on, this isn't a funeral.
- Go with that gilt, man.

Oh, Sarah...

If it's more than three months...

- I don't know what to do.
- Neither do I.

Thomas, I have an idea.

I'm gonna get pregnant
and after twelve weeks...

I'll get an abortion. And
I'll do that a couple of times.

And then I'll put these
foetuses in big jars.

And in every next jar there
will be a bigger foetus.

It's an an project.

And everyone can participate.

You really think you
can make money with art?

Thomas, fucked up an like that...

is what people want right now.

- Liesl, Liesl, you got one.
- And if everyone joins in...

Go with that guy.

I don't care about that, Thomas.
Have you ever heard of an?

That's too difficult for you
to understand, isn't it? An?

That's my big problem. My ideas are
so brilliant, no one understands them.

But they 'will, in time, I think.

Yes, Thomas?

That's not my problem. I'm busy.

I'm not gonna play your
games in this shitty weather.

Solve it. Call Loesje, I don't know.

Please, you're getting me into trouble.

Liesl, I always help you when
something's wrong. Don't do this now.

I quit.

What's wrong now?

It's no fun anymore.

Those guys all want the same.

If we don't go bigger...

smarter, and further, I'm gone.

These are the captains of industry.

TV-people, important people, CEO's...

Especially those politicians.
They're really shady.

This is worth a lot of money.

Why did you print it, what's the plan?

You can't trust computers.
Back-ups baby. Fucking back-ups.

Find a back-up for me.

- Liesl, do you have any regrets?
- No.

Who cares about my contribution?

- And the rest?
- I don't see them anymore.

They're too common.

I got my own place. I want
to go to the School of Ans.

I want to write. And become a DJ.

Liesl, that all sounds very ambitious.

Yes, and ridiculous. Add that as well.

The court.

The witness may take the stand.

What is your name and first name?

Devolder, Thomas.

Please take the oath,
with your right hand risen.

I swear to speak without
hate, and without fear.

To tell the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth.

It all started when
I was eight years old.

We moved from Antwerp to Wachtebeke.

Close to the Dutch border.

I was a shy kid and
didn't have many friends.

And then...

when I started to open
up, something happened.

Something that changed my life forever.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Are you awake?

I'm still in bed.

Are you wet?

No.

I'm fucking horny.

No way?

Yeah.

Tum me on. Scream.

Moan.

Louder.

I'm gonna fuck you so hard.

Yeah.

Who's bitch are you?

I'm Thomas's property.

I'm his little slut.

Was it much?

My hand full.

- To our father.
- Cheers.

To Martin.

Are you gonna join us?

To us.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

That's excellent.

Did you hear what your brother did?

- He bought his first piece of art.
- A sketch.

Oh yes, a painting's not possible.

Borremans, right? Michael Borremans?
Excellent artist, well done son.

- Impressive, right?
- Yes.

- What did it cost, originally?
- Originally, 8000 euros.

- And you paid?
- 3500 euros.

I thought 4000. You got 500 off?

- Damn, well done.
- We bought it together.

Yes, but still. Very well done, son.

Can you do that too?
In a couple of years?

Do you know how much 3500 is?

- Do you?
- Yes.

- Of course not. You never work.
- I don't care about your money.

I can't understand you.
We taught you how to talk.

I don't care about your money.

What?

You don't care?

And who paid for the food on your plate?

And the table, and this whole house.
I worked my entire life for this.

Shame on you.

The food is really good.

Kiss ass.

- Remember that cold winter?
- Stop it, mum.

Come, dear.

- Icicles were hanging from the roof.
- It was amazing.

And then, Martin...

took a ladder to get
to the biggest icicle.

- Remember, Thomas?
- I did that especially for you, son.

Is your little icicle
still in the freezer?

- Yes.
- Yes, we had to keep it.

Little Thomas.

- We still have that icicle.
- Really?

Bye, Thomas.

- I kept it.
- You did?

- Drama queen.
- He's not a drama queen.

Is it okay for him to just walk off?

- Well, yes...
- On my birthday?

- I'm gonna talk to him.
- Don't. Leave him.

You even managed to
ruin your dad's birthday.

Why's that?

When will you learn to control yourself?

A businessman never loses
control. It's bad for business.

Hey, get over here, dammit.

You have been a real
pain in the ass lately.

And what about Vanlangendonck?

Hey. Why is he asking
questions about you?

That's an important client of mine.

Thomas.

The first time mayor
Vanlangendonck abused me...

was at my home...

in the bedroom...

after a business party from my dad.

Fucking bitch. I swear,
you fucking asshole.

You never came forward with the abuse?

No, I didn't dare to.

I had a very good
relationship with my parents...

especially with my father...

No, no.

Liesbeth, call the police.

But Vanlangendonck had
total power over me.

Goddammit.

Look at this Chinese.

- Yeah, I looked the door.
- Look, animal fuck. Animal, donkey.

Try hardcore anal.

- Hardcore...
- Hardcore anal with shit.

That's good. Doesn't your dad notice?

No, my brother says it's being
paid for from a different account.

- Not a spectacular website.
- This sucks.

- Try dead people pom.
- Go ahead, dead people porn.

Do people really watch this?

Do you think we can earn money
with that? Does it pay a lot?

- With pom?
- Yeah, pom.

Yes, a lot.

- Do you know how to make a website?
- That's easy.

And you know how to put video's on it?

- Yes?
- Easy.

When we were seventeen
Vanlangendonck forced us...

to make porn video's of ourselves
and put them online for money.

It made him rich, and he wanted more.

It's fucking huge.

The girls had to prostitute
themselves at the clients' homes.

- Here take this.
- Okay.

- And now?
- Ring the doorbell.

Okay, ring it. I'm ready.

- Is this the right address?
- Yes, Meijsers.

- I'm fucking nervous.
- Jens, it's gonna be alright, okay?

We know what we're supposed to do.

- Hello? Who is it?
- Hello? It's Kim.

What do I say?

Come, come, come.

It's gonna be alright, okay?
Do you remember the code word?

- You remember it?
- Yes.

You can do it, alright?
I believe in you. Ready?

There he is.

- Are we on time?
- Yes.

- Hi, good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon. Thomas.
- You are the new tenants?

These are the keys.

This one is for the garden shed.
These are the keys to the backdoor...

and this one to the front door.

Looks good.

Okay, you've already seen the house.

I'll give you the keys
now. Don't make a mess.

Yes, thank you.

If this is gonna cause me any trouble
I'm gonna break your neck, okay?

- We're just gonna hang out here.
- It's alright. Okay.

Hey, guys.

Fucking huge, man.

It just needs a bit of cleaning.

- It's pretty big.
- I'm gonna go see if the shower works.

Where is the bathroom?

Thomas, where shall I put this?

- What?
- Where shall I put this?

- I think it's too early.
- To early? Hey.

Hey Jens, Jens, Jens.

Ena looks much younger. Tight pussy,
you know? We can charge more for that.

The gifls get jealous if
we charge different prices.

Jens, don't worry.

It's gonna be fine. Supply and demand.

Where did all the money go?

Vanlangendonck kept all of it.

He only gave us a small percentage.

But it was never enough for him.

He made us blackmail the rich customers.

- Are you looking for something specific?
- Yeah...

- Something like that.
- It's 3.195 euros, this one.

I want this one.

- It's pretty pricey.
- Yes, it's a Vespa.

You can borrow my
girlfriend for half an hour.

I don't do that.

She seems to like the scooter.

What about a group rate? We'll
take four for 6.000 euros.

- That's a good deal.
- We're not gonna do that.

- Why not?
- Come on.

Have you got fire insurance?

I'll get a brick, some
gasoline and a lighter.

So, we'll take four
scooters for 6.000 euros.

- That seems...
- Bugger off.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Bugger off.

I ask for a group rate. I offer sex...

- I was afraid this would happen.
- Piss off. Hello?

Shit, it's all over your trousers.

That's okay, I brought a handkerchief.

She's under age. Sixteen years old.

That's okay, I brought a handkerchief.

So, it's a deal. What color do you want?

- Thomas and Karl are here.
- Finally.

Finally.

You're up to something.

- What? No.
- Yes, you are.

Look at your fem, come on.

- No?
- Yes, you are. You should see your fem.

- Tell us.
- Come on.

Remember that guessing
game we used to play?

- Ya.
- With Ena?

- You'll never gum this one.
- You brought something?

- Femke
- It's gonna be sensational.

Femke, you're on.

- Okay, bend over.
- We're in the twenty centimetre category.

So that's about...

- half of my penis. So that should be fine.
- That should work.

You mean double your penis.

If you can guess this
one, you're the best.

That's sick. If you guess this one...

Ruth, let the master play his game.

This is gonna be hilarious.

Okay, I think I can handle it.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

This one is really insane.

- Femke, don't be a drama queen.
- Wait. Don't touch her.

- Is she still breathing?
- She's exaggerating.

- I don't know. Maybe her neck is broken.
- Don't do anything stupid. Stop it.

Call an ambulance.

Tell me about the day you found her.

I was at home.

We found Femke...

with a tracking-app on her phone.

Later I heard Femke had made
an appointment at our clubhouse.

They must have gotten into a fight.

Vanlangendonck beat her to death.

He just left her there,
erased all his tracks...

and burned down our caravan.

We took her to the hospital.

But we were too late.

She died.

After Femke's death
I had a terrible time.

What could we do against a politician?

We didn't have any proof and his friends
were everywhere. He denied everything.

It was around the same time...

we encountered that student.

Who suddenly started hitting us.

Hey, cut it out.

The police report
states a different story.

In the hospital, the student
stated you were the one...

who suddenly started to hit him.

That's impossible.

That's not how I remember it, but
it was a crazy and confusing time.

May I remind you, you are
under oath, Mr. Devolder?

No, really what that student
is saying, can't be true.

I've never been in a
fight in my whole life.

He's out. He's out.

Thomas, leave it.

- Hey, fuck you, man.
- Calm down.

- Dude, that chick's all yours.
- What?

She's all yours.

I already gave her so much booze I can
hardly believe she's still standing.

Loes...

- Kari, I've got a plan.
- What is it?

- Loes, do you want another one?
- What?

- Another one?
- Yeah.

Vanlangendonck couldn't
get enough of it.

He demanded a replacement for Femke.

And we found them at the
fairground. Loesje and Sarah.

Do you really wanna do it?

Simon, don't be such a baby,
we already agreed to it. Where.

WHORRREEEE

- Yeah, yeah.
- Don't act all smart.

Quiet.

The girts had to be
subjected and initiated.

It was horrible. I felt so bad for them.

As a mayor, I can say, family life...

is the keystone to our community.

I love spending time
with my wife and daughter.

They are my identity.

Loesje, you smell.

- Where am I?
- You're with Thomas.

Do you want water?

- Some water?
- Yes.

Vanlangendonck wanted
everything to be extreme.

They threw perverted parties...

with a lot of dancing,
snorting and fucking.

The girls were quuored up...

and got fucked by three men at once.

They even carved 'whore' on her cunt.

Mr. Devolder, there is a jury present.

I'm not a whore. I
don't remember anything.

- I don't remember anything.
- I don't care what they carved in you.

I will not leave you, okay? Look at me.

I'm gonna take care of you. I promise.

I swear. Really.

From now on I'm gonna take care of you.

And the next morning he would sit...

next to them and comfort them
so he would look like a hero.

- They were at my door again.
- The cops?

That's not gonna stop, Thomas.

- Our stories don't match up.
- Goddammit. There's the son of a bitch.

- What, who?
- Vanlangendonck.

I've got the fucking solution,
Karl. I've got the fucking solution.

What?

- Yes?
- Yo, Jens.

Who were Femke's
customers the day she died?

- What? What do you mean?
- Was Vanlangendonck one of her customers?

Ya, yes. Why, what's wrong?

Send a video of Femke and
Vanlangendonck to our aspirant mayor.

What? Thomas, are you sure?

Jens, listen to me. Send
it from my e-mail address.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- What are you doing?
- Karl...

focus.

Vanlangendonck fucked
Femke the day it happened.

Yes.

His DNA is all over her.

- What's wrong, daddy?
- Nothing.

Vanlangendonck began to
send us threatening e-mails.

I lost control over the group.

I couldn't take it anymore.

We all know who's gonna
win. The score is...

Thomas: 1-0.

Thomas the boss.

Thomas, we got to talk.

We got a problem.

Just fix it, we got the money.

Just send something to him.

Those were the worst days of my life.

I couldn't sleep at night.

And Ruth, Ruth couldn't take it anymore.

She got a burnout.

Liesl freaked out and got rebellious.

Kari and Jens started to ask questions.

And Simon...

Simon disappeared all of a sudden.

Thomas?

I'm at the apartment, will
you come and get me, please?

No.

It's freezing.

No, I did it in the car.
I don't have any keys.

How Vanlangendonck abused me as a boy...

started to haunt me.

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I confronted him and he freaked out.

I collapsed after that.

Why can't you find them?
Why can I find them?

These keys?

Look, look.

Look at me.

Look at me. Look at my face.

Is this what you want? Fucking cunt.

One hundred euros per customer.

One hundred. And you
show up with twenty?

Hey, are you cold? Are you cold?

Take off your clothes. Take them off.

Take off your clothes.

I'm never gonna forget the
keys again. And I'll never...

charge too little. And I'm...

Loesje, are you cold?

A nice, warm shower. A warm shower.

That's what you deserve.

- Fucking cunt.
- Stop it, stop it.

- Why are we stopping?
- I'm gonna tie the dog to the track.

- What?
- We tie the dog to the track, that's funny.

Come on, it's funny.

Come on, Liesl, Ena.

HEY-

- Dude, leave the dog alone.
- What the fuck. Jens.

You're a fucking pussy. Are
you gonna run home to mummy?

- Thomas, are you insane?
- Liasl, don't start talking about 'insane'.

Who is the most insane?
This is fucking art.

Reality-art.

- You lost your mind. Oh my god.
- Ena, go blow someone.

The train is coming. Untie
the dog, so we can leave.

- That's the whole point.
- Funny.

This is Vanlangendonck's new look.

What does that dog have to do with him?

- What are you doing?
- I'm calling the cops.

Your Honour...

together we decided to
turn Vanlangendonck in.

Despite the consequences for us.

At first my dad didn't want to
believe me. His best client...

his political idol...

but we had a lot of
evidence, videos, pictures...

threatening e-mails...

Your Honour...

this was not for ourselves...

It was all for Femke.

And I'm not proud, that
we waited this long.

And maybe, I could've,
maybe I could've saved Femke.

I didn't have the courage
to disclose his sexual abuse.

And he threatened to ruin my father.

I didn't know what to do.

He dragged us all into it.

But I did learn one thing, your honour.

You can stay on the train...

I'll jump off...

or lay down in front of it...

but sometimes...

you've got to pull the emergency brake.

Thank you for your
testimony, Mr. Devolder.

The outcome of the trial of the
Vanlangendonck scandal is expected soon.

A large police investigation
after Femke Klaassen's death...

revealed matters such as sexual
abuse, and sex parties with minors...

by a network of dignitaries.

Afier the emotional testimonies of
Femke Klaassen's seven friends...

and the DNA traces...

it is expected the jury will follow
the demands of the Prosecution.

- Simon...
- Nice car.

No, no, no. You should drive.

No one has a car like this one.

BMW, nice, right?

You look well.

- How are you?
- I'm okay.

Got a new school. New girlfriend.

- Chill.
- What a car.

But, how are you? Do
you still see the others?

No, no, no...

they're too busy.

You know the drill. But...

I'm doing good, I bought
an apartment in Paris.

- In Paris?
- Yeah. Way more opportunities, Simon.

- Hey, Vanlangendonck got nailed.
- Yeah. Yeah.

That they fell for your
abuse story... Brilliant.

That was all bullshit, right?

Thomas?