All language subtitles for w witse de film 2014

Mr Witse.
- Hello, Jeanne.

There was someone to see you just now.
Your sister.

She said she'd come back later.

How did you find me?
- May I come in?

I asked how you found me?
- You've got to help me, brother.

I...

I'd rather you left.

My daughter has been murdered.
- Your daughter...

Your daughter. Bloody hell.

You lived like a nun.
How can you have a daughter?

You haven't seen me for 30 years.

Yes. Yes, I've got a child. Here.

The police aren't doing anything.

I see nothing about the investigation...
- If you think there's a problem,

find yourself a lawyer,
do something about it.

I can't.

No one knows that I'm her mother.

I retired two years ago.
- Then you've got time.

No, I can't help you. Sorry.

Sorry to have bothered you.

You're looking good.

I hope you feel good too.

SHOCKING MURDER OF CYCLIST (29)

Thank you.
It's for a wreath for Rosie.

She worked here.
She was really nice.

It's terrible. We don't even know
when the funeral will be.

Thank you.

Definitely. Thank you.

You're right. it's just been confirmed.
Your sister is her mother.

She gave the child up
for adoption after birth.

Her identity wasn't in the file.
It's strange but it does happen.

Anyway, thank you.
We'll rectify that immediately.

We'll take a statement from your sister.

I'd like to take a look at the files.
- Oh, so that's why she sent you.

We haven't arrested anyone,
we're not doing our job.

No, no, no.
I just want something...

that I can console my sister with.
Reassure her a bit.

Maybe I can see the photos.

Retired policemen aren't allowed
to see them. Sorry.

Then I want to see the body.

The corpse hasn't been released...
- Corpse?

She's family.

She's my niece.

I want to see the body. Today.

Mr Witse?
Mario Dewilde, inspector.

If you want, I can take you home
after the mortuary.

Save you the taxi fare.
- Thank you.

Honestly.

It would have to be my car.

We are dealing with a sexual assault
with... extreme violence.

Do... you have any leads?

No. But the French police are going
to send us a list

of sex offenders
who live near the border.

There's a good chance
ifs one of them.

Someone found her against the wall of
the British cemetery in Mesen.

Naked, with a plastic bag over her head.

She was dumped there.
She was murdered somewhere else.

We haven't found her bicycle yet.

It's best if you don't see the rest.
- I know what people do to each other.

I'm sure you do.

But there are lots of rats there.

She lay there for a night
and a whole day.

What is that graze there?

She was probably dragged
out of the van and her head...

So you do have a lead.
- Yes.

A witness saw a green van
parked by the cemetery.

With a French number plate?

Yes.

Thanks.
I'll walk that last little bit.

Thanks.
I'll walk that last little bit.

Come in.

How is Doris?

She left twelve years ago.

Who is the father?

I don't know.
- Oh, so ifs like that.

Just because you left doesn't mean
I didn't get on with my life.

And what I did, I did.

Did you go and see the police?
- Yes.

Did she suffer?

No.

You didn't tell them I'm her mother?
No one here knows that.

I work in a local shop.
How could you do that to me?

You're lying.

You've lied from the start.
You didn't know Rosie.

You gave her away at birth.
You weren't even allowed to hold her.

I thought you'd come to help me.
- Did you see your daughter again?

Leave me alone.

Well, well...

Here. I always go by bicycle.

Are you going to tell me anything else?

The police are coming for a statement.
You're in a weak position.

I've been through worse.
- They will put pressure on you.

Maggie...

Did you see your daughter again,
yes or no?

She suddenly appeared at the door.

She had found out my name.

She wanted to stay here for two weeks.
She said someone was following her.

Did you send her away?

What would people have said?
- Oh, Maggie...

Everyone here knows me.
What was I supposed to tell them?

She hadn't thought about that.
She thought I wouldn't be able to refuse.

God knows I dreamed of
seeing her again one day.

But not like that.

Not that way.

Here you are.
- Thank you.

I'm still wondering about a few things.

Everyone here is.
Since the police were here.

The police?

Yes, they were looking for emails
on her computer.

And asked if she chatted with
people online while at work.

Honestly, Rosie,
on one of those porn sites.

We thought she was raped by
that Frenchman and...

and then...

Did they say anything about a van?

Yes. First they were looking for
a blue one

and then they came back the next day
and it had suddenly become a green one.

First a blue one, then a green one.

Didn't they show you
the photo of the other girl?

No.

They've been looking for her
for a month now.

Mr Witse, starting an investigation
on your own isn't a good idea.

If these are pieces of her rear light,

it means she was dragged off her bike
by the cemetery. Doesn't it?

The next day she was dumped
in the same place, dead.

That is not the profile of a rapist.

That is someone who is a bit...

He's challenging the police.
Or he hears voices, but he's not normal.

Maybe we already know that.
You are not the only policeman here.

Well, former policeman in your case.

There is also a second girl.

And she's been missing for a month.

A runaway from across the border.
A completely different case.

You've been looking for
a blue van for two weeks.

The same one my niece was abducted in.
- In your niece's case it was a green one.

When did your witness see this van?

11 o'clock at night.
- 11 o'clock at night...

This is a blue van. Yeah?

And... it is under a street lamp.
With yellow light.

May I?

And what does your witness see?

A green van.

But it is a blue one.
Blue. Green. Blue.

Now I'm going to ask you very politely
one more time, Commissioner.

What is going on?

OK. Maybe there are two victims.

But your niece was lying by
a British military cemetery.

And the British are getting nervous.
- The British?

The centenary of the war is approaching.

What they really don't need is
a naked corpse in among their graves.

The media will have a field day.
Especially if there may be two corpses.

There are thousands... thousands
of British soldiers buried here.

Their royal family is coming, the BBC.
Hotels have been fully booked for years.

It is their war. They liberated us.

If there is any negative publicity,
I will be directing traffic.

That's the way it is.

Did your sister say anything
that could be of interest to us?

No.
- Then I wish you a pleasant trip home.

Our Maggie is a real idiot.
- I heard that, Witse.

Eddy, come back. Eddy.

Rat poison. We've been
putting it down for weeks.

There's not a single rat
between here and the French border.

What about here?
- No.

Are you sure?
- Why else would I remove the stuff?

Thanks.

Thank you, sir.

I need some help.

That's it.

Right. Thank you, sir.
Just a minute.

Colette speaking.

Oh. I'll be right there. OK,
I'm coming... I'm on my way. OK.

Sorry. I have to go.
But thank you.

Thank you.
- There.

Have you heard any more about Rosie?
- No. Unfortunately not, no.

What can I get you?
- A coffee, please.

Sure.

You're from the police, aren't you?
- You're the car mirror guy.

Yes. I... want to report something.
- About time, pal.

No, no, no. it's something personal.

I've tried a few times but
never get any further than the door.

I'm with a client. We're in the office.
Come on.

Sometimes you have an urge to do things
you know you don't really want to do

but, nevertheless, you give in
to the urge and do them.

Every day.

I mean...

On the internet.

Porn sites that you happen to end up on.
Special sites.

Fetishism, sadomasochism.

I let myself be sucked in even further.

Sadism, rituals and...
- Mr Bergmans...

What is it you are trying to tell me?

Someone sent me these by email...

Who?
- Someone who calls himself Dax.

That's his alias on the internet. Dax.

We email each other.
- And... what is your alias?

Dickie.

Those are the least awful photos.
There are films too.

I couldn't stop. I had progressed
to this after only three weeks.

But I had never asked for it.

When did you last have contact with him?

Wednesday.

He asked me to go onto the webcam.
He wanted to see my face.

Then you came to see me?

To start with I thought the films
were fake, they were all actors,

it wasn't real.
But then he sent me a film...

it's here.
- Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

He brands women.

With an S.

Can you imagine?

Why an S?

For slut. According to him,
all women are sluts. it's terrible.

I don't want anything to do with that.
I've got a family.

Write down how you got in contact
with him. Your login, password, chatbox.

You have to stop him.
The guy is insane.

Did I have to
get out of my bed for that?

Have you never been on the internet?
What am I supposed to do with it?

Some hardcore porn, some SM.
Two little films. it isn't even illegal.

And if it were illegal then...

Bergmans.
- Bergmans would just be a witness.

But he's not a witness.

He's a hypocrite who is up to his neck
in some sordid business

and who... wants to wriggle out of it
with our help.

That's your interpretation.

He's only showing us
what he wants us to see.

Another assumption.

He's got lots more of
those discs at home.

And there are things on there
that he is more deeply involved in.

He wants to keep it hidden
from his wife.

He's been doing it
for more than three weeks.

Hello? Are you still listening?
- So you want his house searched?

Yes.
- OK, fine. I'll help you.

I'll take this with me
and I'll keep you posted.

No, no, no, hold on.
We're going to do something else first.

Are we?
- We're going to catch some rats.

Number seventeen.
- Thank you.

ROSIE JANSEN
SEIZED AS PART OF INVESTIGATION

DO NOT SHOW BODY TO ANYONE

Concerns the body of
a well-nourished young woman

that shows signs of prolonged torture
spread over a number of hours.

The external genital organs
have been removed.

Cuts and contusions
around the ankles and wrists

with wounds caused by something sharp
every 7 cm.

Probably barbed wire.

10 cm burn on the left thigh
in the shape of the letter S,

as already seen on
two other, unidentified women.

Well built, red hair,
signs of mutilation.

The nipples are missing from the breasts.
The edges have oblong indents

compatible with human teeth.

Sixteen pairs of burn marks,

the distance between which corresponds to
contact points of an electroshock weapon.

Heavily built, healthy body.
Removal of genital organs.

10 cm S-shaped burn
on the thigh.

So she did suffer.
You said she didn't.

Rosie isn't the only victim.

No, we've got a serial killer.

He leaves the bodies by
a British military cemetery.

The British want to keep ii quiet.

But as soon as the Queen has turned
her back, the truth will come out.

The truth...
What do I care about the truth?

I should have let her in.

Good morning.
- Good morning.

Come in.

Bergmans couldn't possibly know about
that brand in the shape of an S.

He didn't see any of the bodies himself.

So he has been in direct contact
with the perpetrator? Dax.

Bloody hell. That's a stroke of luck.

Don't think I'm going to thank you.
- Good afternoon to you too.

I spent half the night

clearing up your mess and safeguarding
ourselves from procedural errors.

You could have just said
it concerned a serial killer.

Only the investigating team knows that.
We don't want to cause a panic.

Come with me.

There.

Eight men have worked on the case
since the first murder.

And twelve since your niece Rosie.

Serial killer profilers. With
technological back-up from the British.

So don't think ifs just you.

The cemeteries are less than 5 km apart.

It's pure provocation.
Your niece here and the two others.

We have no idea of their identity
or nationality. Nothing.

Probably illegal immigrants
from Eastern Europe.

Josette Delmare.
Do we know any more about her?

No.
- He's probably hiding her somewhere.

We're afraid he is.
If ifs not already too late.

And you thought we would help you?

I haven't touched anyone.
I couldn't hurt someone.

Oh yes, I'd forgotten.
You're a saint. As innocent as a lamb.

All I did was look.
- Marc. Marc. Take it easy.

I'm not a criminal.
I mean, I wanted to warn you.

You've got kids, eh? I know you're
a good father. We'll sort this out.

We won't sort this out.

He'll get 20 years.

Please.
I've never harmed anyone.

Did you think those girls enjoy
being cut? Beaten up?

How many of them are still alive,
do you think?

You are an accessory.
You're a bloody voyeur.

What is the idea?

Twenty years. You can...

He has a choice.
Either he goes to prison

or he carries on with the filth
under our supervision.

Dupe this Dax?
I've been to Bergmans' house.

He is seriously unstable.
It'll never work.

Sorry, but he's going on the webcam first.
He'll keep Dax chatting.

We will trace Dax's position
and we'll get him. That's the plan.

Eric?

Yes?

I found this on his hard disc.

We found a second hard disc in his garage.

He has chatted to Dax 19 times since June.

And 48 times with 6 other people.
Under four different aliases.

Helios, Dada, Diablo and
a month ago he started using Dickie.

102 films and 2,450 sadistic photos.
- Are there any photos of our victims?

We're looking at that now.
- And his chats with Dax?

This is their last chat.

Bergmans is desperate to join in.
Even wants to finance it.

Somewhere he says:
"I want to carry on until I see blood."

What was the reply?

"I want to see your face first.
Then we'll discuss it."

Then Bergmans panicked.
- I didn't introduce you properly.

Mario is not just an inspector,
he's also a psychologist.

He works undercover for Antwerp police.
He's helping us with our investigation.

Psychologist.
- Psychologist.

Got anymore surprises like that?

He's got my gun! He's got my gun!

Stop! Stop! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Bergmans!

Bergmans!

Put the gun down!

There. I'm Dickie.
This is what I look like.

I've given it some thought. And...

Get in touch. I think
we can continue our discussion.

Did you do it?

I'm Bergmans from now on.

Why did you let me do it?

Because the British are trying
to run the investigation.

They have their own agenda.

They would've taken over
contact with Dax.

Thanks.

I'm off now
but if Dax does get in contact...

I know what I have to do.

Yeah.

See you tomorrow?

Come on, Witse, can I hold the shell
for a moment? Go on, Witse.

It won't do any harm.
- Here.

Eddy. Eddy, come back. Eddy.

Eddy?

Colette Dewilde.
- Witse. Commissioner.

Retired.
- Oh, right.

I work for the War Graves Department.

We've found two bodies
where they blew that shell up.

Soldiers from the First World War.
- And they are both in there?

Yes. In 100 years' time
you'll fit in there too.

And your children would also want
to give you a nice funeral.

I haven't got any children.
- Neither have I.

You can't have everything in life, eh?

No. Right, maybe... Who knows.

Yeah. Witse, was it? Bye.

Did you tell those policemen
that Rosie had been here?

Right.

It's best that way for now.

It's just a case for you, isn't it?

A way of passing the time
now you're retired.

Maggie, I'm doing it for you.

And yes, I'm doing it my way.

You do everything your way.
- Yes.

Why did you never leave here?

And go where?

Somewhere where you could
have been happy.

We don't have the talent for that.

I've given it some thought.

Get in touch. I think...

Who bloody asked you?

Pretending to be Bergmans.
You have no legal authority.

You're retired. And you stupidly
pretend to be a suspect.

A dead one.
With a police bullet in his head.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The examining magistrate agrees
on strict conditions

and with everything in black and white.

Get the British to move
their connections to room 5

and make sure there is someone here
24 hours a day. OK?

Inspector Dewilde
will give you copies

of all the chats
between Dax and Bergmans.

You need to know exactly what was said,
how Bergmans talks,

what the relationship is
between the two. OK?

He will probably want to use you
to find more women.

He's already abducted four.
Now he's starting to run a risk.

Thanks for trusting me.

I don't trust you.

I've got no choice. Witse.

Here. Our behavioural scientists
have put together a profile of Dax.

I think this is
the crux of their findings.

He probably comes from
a dysfunctional family without a father.

With an extremely dominant
and religious mother.

She has convinced him
all women are bad.

Except herself.

He is demonstrating his power
and acts out of anger, hate.

Has to remove
the female organs first before...

before he can achieve an orgasm.
Regards himself as a fallen angel.

Someone who has passed from the light
to the darkness. What a load of rubbish!

Good afternoon, Dickie.
Thanks for your message.

You are older than I thought.
But it doesn't matter.

At least you are civilized.

You know it's all about insight.
Eh, Dickie?

The only path to a woman's heart
is the path of pain.

But you aren't there yet. You have
never wanted to send me anything.

So now I want to see
something personal from you.

Bare your soul to me, Dickie.

We won't do anything for now. Nothing.
- He's waiting for an answer.

Meanwhile think about
what we can send him

without making procedural errors.
Or she'll be the next victim.

What's the meaning of this filth?
- That's art. Goya.

What are you going to do with it?
- Send it to him.

He's an intellectual.
He likes a challenge.

So we give him what he wants
but not what he expects.

I hope you know what you're doing.
It'd be disastrous if we lose him.

Yes.
- You're not the one in charge.

It remains a gamble.

He'll react.

Do you think so?

Yes.

No, no. We haven't heard anything yet.

We've only been waiting 12 hours, eh?

Yes.

Stop.

Il only has a small range,
between 7 and 10 metres.

But the laser beam is an advantage.

How many volts are the shocks?
- 50,000.

50,000?

The arrows attach themselves
by means of two barbs.

Only then can you pull the trigger.

Have we got a permit for it?
- It's been applied for.

I doubt we'll get one.

Shame. it's a great weapon.

Good afternoon, Dickie. Francisco Goya.
The Disasters of War.

You really do appreciate
the finer things in life.

I like that.
Welcome to the club, Dickie.

Or not quite welcome.

Because you are a liar.

Dickie.
The so-cal/ed decent, married man.

Your movements betray you.

What I see is a man who lives alone.
Has done for years. Alone.

How long is it since you had sex,
Dickie? How long?

Your wife... You were never able
to satisfy her completely, eh?

That's eating away at you.

Who did she let fuck her, Dickie?
- Bloody hell.

Your neighbour?
- It's about him.

Ora nigger?
- I'd rather not talk about it.

Of course, because you don't dare
think about it. But try something new.

Try something extreme.
Then you will see clearly.

She cheated on you, Dickie.
She is a slut.

You are going to brand her.
Smell the wonderful smell of her flesh.

You can still stop.

He will burrow into your brain,
like a dung beetle.

He will make you as foul as himself.

We've got a lead.
I'll find him.

And bring him before the judge.
I promise.

Maggie?

Maggie?

Be careful.

Think of the pleasure it will give you
if you choose to do the real work.

What role do you want me to play?

That of hunter, of course.
Look at the flock first,

then choose the weakest sheep,
isolate it from the rest and attack.

Think of a 30-year-old woman. Strawberry
blonde, big breasts, a bit naive.

My dear friend, I'm not shocking you?
- No, no, but I'm...

I'm a bit tired.
I've been working hard today.

Take your time, think about it.
We'll chat again tomorrow.

Bye, Dickie.
- Bye, Dax.

Now what?
It was going so well.

Have you had time
to think about my question?

Have you seen anyone near you?

Someone's coming. We'll have to stop.
We'll chat again tomorrow.

Bloody hell!

Statistically, the Brits are correct.

The shorter the chats, the more often
he has to log in, the more chance we have.

There is a reason for having
a conversation. You should know that.

In my case, for example,
it's about making him trust me.

Or, better still, about trying to arrange
to meet him soon. So we can arrest him.

I think it's best you do as you are asked.

I...

I want to see the autopsy reports again.

I'll see you get them.

You like electrosex.

You like giving electric shocks.
Burnt flesh.

Don't try to provoke me.
I never told you that.

I've got a taser.

A taser? Why would I believe you?
- Want to buy it?

Which model?

An X26. For military purposes.

You fire two barbs.
They burrow into the flesh.

Then you give her a shock.
50,000 volts.

She loses all control of her muscles
and you...

can do what you want with her.
And she remains conscious throughout.

Maybe we should arrange to meet.
- When?

Today.

Aren't you a bit too old for this?
- I'm not old. I'm tired.

But I feel fine. OK?

He was so close to you.
You could smell his breath.

Did he have an accent?

The colour of his hair, his eyes?

Even a child can give
that kind of description.

He's just an old man.
That's all he is.

They're the first two lines of
a poem by Joyce Kilmer,

a soldier from the First World War.
- Is there a connection with the area?

Unlikely.
He's buried in a cemetery in France.

Killed in 1918 on the Somme.

Right...

I may know someone who can help us.

Oh, you know it?
- Yes, ifs a very well known poem.

What?

Bloody hell.

This is Dewilde.

It is definitely Josette Delmare.

I can't do this anymore.

I'm too old for it.

Eddy?

Eddy?

Come on.
- No.

Let's go. Witse, let's go.
- No. No. Eddy.

Do you still sometimes
think of little Eddy?

Yes, sometimes.

You never understood, did you?

I was only 15.

I couldn't afford to make mistakes.

So we kept quiet.

Lied.

JOE: HAD ANY EXPERIENCE WITH
A 15 INCH SPIKE DILDO? NANCY: YES.

JOE: IT MAKES ME HORNY. VERY HORNY.

NANCY: I WANT TO BE TAKEN ANALLY.
JOE: SLUT! I CHOOSE HOW I TAKE YOU.

NANCY: THEN I'M NOT INTERESTED.
JOE: BITCH! FUCK YOU!

Thanks for coming.

You've kept yourself well hidden.

Most people think
you've gone back to Brussels.

How do you know ifs a piece of toe?
- Because it was in that shoe.

Is it that simple?
- They may have been dead for 100 years

but are no less dead
than your bodies.

If they had a name,
you wouldn't talk like that.

So you know who they are?

That's an Englishman, that's a Belgian.
Didier Pontzeele. A gunner.

They were stuck between two fronts.

The boy never made it
to his 19th birthday.

Were you removed from the investigation?
- Yes.

But you're carrying on?
- Yes.

You're a good man.
- No.

You are.
- I'm not.

My name is Vicky.
I'm a fun-loving 25-year-old girl.

I have big breasts,
wide hips and ginger curls.

I'm looking for
a strict, sadistic master

who I can serve as his obedient slave.

What are you doing here?

Vicky?

So you're the Vicky
we keep coming across.

In all the chat rooms
and on all the sites.

How long have you been doing this?

You look awful.

He is still looking for women online.

But under a different name.

We all know that.
We haven't been sitting still.

We have five people pretending to be
women like that.

And we've got him.

We've arranged to meet Dax.

Where?
- In Middelkerke casino.

And he suggested meeting up. Not us.

The location and the time.

Here.

This is the last conversation with him.
- Postpone it.

He's testing you. You know that better
than I do. He's just testing you.

I've come to get you. You're the only one
who has seen him close up.

You may recognize him.
- Maybe, yes.

We've put a couple of decoys
in the casino.

Women of about 30,
ginger hair, big breasts.

The type he likes.
I don't have to tell you.

You just have to point.
It's not that difficult.

Sit down.

There. That one.

Good evening.

Commissioner!

Yes.

He's hacked our whole system.
He followed everything.

Hello, gentlemen.
I've got some bad news.

I couldn't let you get away with
what you tried to do.

I really didn't want this.

It's a shame it had to happen

because she is beautiful.

Bloody hell!
He's got Marleen!

He must still be around here.
- Call everyone back. Everyone.

Throw a cordon round the whole area!

It's alright. it'll be fine.

It'll all be fine.

Thanks.

I want to be your object,
something you can abuse

when you feel like it.
I'll give you my body and my soul.

My desire for you hurts.
I want to be devoted to you.

Here you are.

May I say it?
- Long hair was better, eh?

There are others who say the same.
- Oh, who?

Almost everyone.
Even customers I don't know.

Are you OK?

His regiment reported
two missing that day.

I'm waiting for relatives' DNA samples
from England.

Answer it. Go on.
- Thank you. Sorry.

Sorry.

Has Mario told you
what I am doing?

Well, I... I thought
maybe he isn't just obsessed

by fat, red-haired women.

Maybe he gets excited by
things we just think are ordinary.

Scars, moles, tattoos,
lots or no pubic hair.

But we haven't given him the choice.
Do you see?

Eat something before it gets cold.
- Yeah, yeah.

But now I'm giving him the choice.
I'm playing four women at once.

They are all different. They all have
their own characteristics. Do you see?

That call was for Mira.
And Mira has very pale skin.

She has a salamander tattoo
on her ankle

and that's exactly like
his previous victims.

Thai is typical of a serial killer.

When the memory of the victim
starts to fades,

they look for someone who looks like
the previous victim.

Is everything to your liking, sir?
- Yes, of course!

It is perfect.
- Enjoy your meal.

Thank you.

So... right...

The second is Zita. She loves blood,
operations. Crap like that.

The third one is Brenda.
I've given Brenda a university degree.

Witse...
- Hold on, hold on.

He's an intellectual.
Likes philosophizing.

And when you apply an electric current
to the labia it's incredible.

Sorry. Sorry.

Cant we talk about something else?
How is your sister?

My sister...

No. No.
I want to say something else first.

It's not the sex that's making me tired.
I wish it were.

No, ifs the depravity.

I don't want to, but I've got no choice.
- Witse...

You're exhausted. You can't go on.

Go and see your doctor.
Please. You must.

Nice to see you online again.

Tell me your name or nickname.
What does L stand for?

I won't chat to
someone no name.

Lucifer.

Lucifer. Lucifer.

Lucifer.

DOES MY NAME SCARE YOU?
DO YOU THINK I AM THE DEVIL?

No.

WHAT THEN?

An angel.

GO ON.

A fallen angel.

HAVE I BEEN DRIVEN OUT OF PARADISE?

Vondel says you have.

WHAT DID YOU STUDY?

Dutch Language and Literature.
Different work now.

Brenda, I've been following you
for weeks. I read your every word.

On every site you visit.

I know that the only path to your heart
is the path of pain.

I like that.

You make me feel good. Very good.

I can become your master.

That the only path to your heart
is the path of pain.

That the only path to your heart
is the path of pain.

That the only...
The path of pain.

Of pain.

The path to your...

That the only path to a woman's heart
is the path of pain.

Dax and Dickie.

Bloody hell. I've got you.
I've got you, you bastard!

I haven't got anymore time now.
Tomorrow, same time, same place.

We can continue our chat now.

When can I see you?

WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST?

Tell me where I can see you.
Where are you?

My name is Anita.
I'm working in a station buffet for now.

I have to work until 8 o'clock all week.

Come and have a drink any day,
we can get to know each other.

She really doesn't know anything?
- He'll sense it if ifs not real.

You're meeting at 8 o'clock,
after her shift?

Her shift finishes at 4.

But he doesn't know that?
Do we know which day?

Today, if he comes.

Wait, wait, wait.
Today? No, he tests people first.

Eh?

He is extremely excited.
All he sees is the challenge.

Especially as it's the same place
as the first time.

And he's convinced
the police can't be that stupid.

So he wants to do it tonight?
- Yes.

Definitely?

Yes.

Here you are.
- Thank you... Anita. isn't it?

Oh. Yes.

You are very charming. No, really.

Would you mind paying now?
I have to cash up.

My shift has finished.
- No, of course not.

It's two euros, please.

You're finishing early.

I started at 7 o'clock.

No, no, put it in...

I read it. it's... it's incredible.
Terrible.

Yes, we can't get over it.

Hi.
- Hi.

Anita? A friend is picking me up
in his car in a moment

in the car park,
but I can't see it anywhere.

The car park is on the other side
of the station.

Over the footbridge and...
- Is it?

You can come with me.
I'm going home that way.

That's a good idea.
If ifs not too much trouble.

OK.
- I'll wait.

Fine.

Here you are.
- Bye, Lisa.

Bye.
- See you tomorrow.

No.

Don't.

Dickie.

Hats off to you.

What a surprise.

Come on, pal.

Roland Masure.
Divorced, no children, 49 years old.

Lives right on the French border,
in Messines. With his sister.

Check the addresses the keys are from.
As fast as you can.

Call an ambulance.

Keep it short. I want to go home.
- To your sister.

I've got an old maid like that
at home too.

They make one mistake in their youth
and...

What do you think will happen
to you now? Do you think...

you'll get a warm feeling?

No.

You've lost something.

Your inner peace.

And it will never return.

You didn't know that
when you started this.

All those disgusting things,
the screaming, the blood.

All the details you think
are so inhuman will haunt you.

They will have you in their clutches.

I'm going to prison
but your prison is much worse.

Because you are innocent.

I'm not.

I am completely guilty.
And I have loads of wonderful memories.

I can think about those filthy sluts
all my life, Dickie.

I Pity you.

I will pray for you.

You know what they do
to people like you in prison.

You will end up
screaming for your sister.

For help.

Help.

Hold on.

For you.

Right...

When is she coming back?
- When she feels she can cope, I suppose.

But she's lost her nerve.
She doesn't dare come here anymore.

What do you expect? After going through
something as terrible as that.

Yes.

A tea, please.
- OK.

Hi.
- Hi.

Mario told me
you're going back to Brussels.

Yes.

How is Mario?
- Fine. Yeah, yeah, fine.

Goodbye then.
- But I'm coming back.

Are you?
- Yes, I still owe you a meal.

Yes.

With dessert this time, eh?
- Yes. Yes.

Thank you.
- There you go.

Oh. My train.
- Oh. Right. OK, bye, Witse.

You're looking well, by the way.
Really. Better.

Right, come on. Go on.

Bye.

Sir?

Sir?