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Can l undress for you?

Can l kneel for you?

You fucking white slut!

l only need to do like this...

Shut up, you slut.

Saleswoman Marlies B.
brutally murdered

...l ask you, and if necessay,
summon you...

...to pay, within a week
the sum mentioned above.

Also, my client blames
interest...

...from the moment the afore-
mentioned term has expired.

Signed, Loos, attorney.

Mr. de Vries is here.

Let him wait.

Can l get you something?

You probably know why l'm here.
-Yes, but l won't do it.

Why not?

Because.

l don't think Mr. Wey
will like that.

You discriminate against clients?
-Some.

lsn't eveyone entitled to a defence?

You defended me too.

Cost me plenty!

Show Mr. de Vries out, please.

Will you defend Wey?
-l don't do that shit anymore.

''What's your speciality?''
''Rapist and sex-murderers, madam.'

You've come a long way with it.
-l'm too old for it.

How do l tell my daughter?

Angelique!

Daddy, you're an asshole!

Mommy always takes me up there!
-That's awful.

Mom says it's your fault if
l don't move up.

Mom says you ruin eveything.

Mom says l got a new dad and
l'd better not meet you anymore.

Hello, darling.

You're late again. l'm supposed
to go to my mother.

Do you want a lift?
-Your check is late too.

Can't your new boyfriend contribute?

lf l don't have it by next week,
Angelique stays here.

Why do you hate me so?

When will you become a real man?
Angelique needs a father.

What do you mean?

Have you ever looked in the mirror.

See you next week.

Hello, Tommie.

The name is...

What's yours?
-Anna.

Why don't you sit down?
-l'm not allowed to.

Let's go. Please.

Room 77.

What will you do to me?

Can l kneel for you?

Shall l go on?
-Sir.

Can l continue, Sir?

All dildo's are taken.

Anyone leave a message for me?

l'm sory, sir.
-Has she checked out?

The room was reserrved and paid for
by Rubico in Brussels.

Got a phone-number or...?
-l'm afraid l can't help you.

The blackmailer called to say
that the pictures are ready.

l want to show you something.

Let it allhang out,
Iet it allhang out

She's on/ya gpi sygirl

Let it allhang out,
Iet it allhang out

She's on/ya gpi sygirl

Come here, anna
l'm yourlittle siste'r

Come here, anna
l'm yourlittle sister, o'yes!

That's enough.

What's that got to do with me?

Reconsider.

Wey thinks you're top of the bill.

Why do tamps have strings?

So you can floss after going down!

l'm listening.
-How's your daughter?

l never had kids. Anything
could happen to them.

lf you touch my daughter...
-We'll come to an agreement.

l heard you snuffed another babe.
-Do you always believe the papers?

ls that what we'll tell the judge?
-l was watching a video.

l'm touched.
-l swear, l was at home.

A man with a moustache
went into the store...

Now, let's have it.
-Don't you know anything?

She worked for me at the Showtime.

Amazing!

How do you do it?
-Any customer could've snuffed her.

Yeah, you were at home. But'll
have to make them believe it.

l'm listening.

l'll make it easy on you.

What's her name by the way?
-Anna Montyn.

Do you have a ticket?

You can deduct it from my fee.

The management of the Showtime Club
welcomes you to this special night.

Our star Nicolette celebrates
her 31st birrthday.

And now, for Nicolette
a warm 'Happy Birrthday'.

Give me something.

Whisky.

Keep the change.

Did you know Marlies?

l'm Hary Wey's lawyer.
-Anyone can say so.

That was Marlies
Wey came up with her himself.

When?
-A year ago.

Love?
-Something like that.

l'd like to have a lawyer
like you.

Husband?

Didn't know she has one. l read
about him in the newspaper.

l only know she was the best.

Wey told me Marlies was
doing clients as well...

She'd do anything
a customer fancied.

Wey wasn't jealous?
-Of course not.

l haven't seen him lately.

When the police questioned you...
-Police?

They didn't drop by?
-No.

Fancy that?

Say hello to Hary.

How are you?
-Can you get Anna Montyn's number?

What is it this time? You still
fiddling about?

Suddenly she was gone.

Still pissing around, as always.

How's the missus?
-Dead two months now.

And Els?

Still grateful that she's divorced.
-Seems logical.

l hope she drops dead soon.
-Don't say that! And the little girl?

Extension 13.
-l need a phone number.

Anna Montyn.

Listen, Dorrius. Why don't you
boys do your homework?

l found out more in ten minutes than
you did in your whole investigation.

Did you read the testimony?
-l did.

''On Januay the 25th, l, Helena Zwarrt,
boutique-owner, saw...

...a man with a moustache, in a black
overcoat, entering the store.

l didn't see him leave the premises.''

Let's hear it.

You think that's enough to put my
client behind bars for ten years?

l'll rip your boutique-owner
to shreds!

'l saw a man with a moustache, in a
black overcoat, entering the shop.'

Ridiculous. Wey was at home.

He didn't set foot in that store.

l can prove he was at home, as much
as you can prove he wasn't.

Why have you been in the Showtime?
-We're there regularly. They behave.

The private life of the victim
is of no imporrtance...

...when we have a good witness.

l haven't talked to that witness yet.

You just go ahead.

We can't find that broad.

We know of no Anna Montyn, it may
take a while before we know more.

Could she've used a false name?
-Where can l find Marlies' husband?

l'm too good for this world.
Got money for a bus ticket?

Vey funny.

Until when is your license revoked?
-Another six months to go.

Good luck.

l want to show you something else.

We found this at your client's.

Have you seen enough?
-lf l were to ask you for Wey's keys?

Why do you always visit my clients?

Are you Frank Brenninkmeyer?

l'd like to ask you something.

Athletic, are you?
-What do you want?

l'd like to know since when your wife
was employed by the Showtime.

l'm a reporrter.
-What's your name?

John LeNoble.
-No comment.

We want to investigate your wife's
murder. It smells, don't you think?

Did you love your wife?

Do you have children?

l do.
-A daughter?

Marlies was my little girl.
-So you're a paedophile?

Fuck off!
-Just kidding.

Get the fuck out!

Can l help you?

Mrs. Zwarrt? l'm Willem Loos
Hary Wey's lawyer.

Can l ask you something?
-You can do anything.

l don't smoke.

Where exactly were you when you
saw my client enter the store?

l remember l was in the window.
Our new collection had just arrived.

He came from over there.
l thought.. There he is again.

Did you know my client?
-No, but he came often.

Did you know Marlies Brenninkmeyer?

l didn't like her.
-Why not?

l don't know.
l thought she was weird.

Weird?

Did you know Marlies' husband?
-No. l always thought Wey was.

How did you know it was half past ten?
-The radio was on.

Did they ever find that woman?

Woman? What woman?

She came in shorrtly after him.

Say that again.

The lady went in and came
straight back out again.

You didn't see my client leave?
-l didn't.

''Would the woman who entered...

...the Brenninkmeyer-shoe store
on the 23rd at 10.30 am...

...please contact Willem Loos, lawyer.

Ample reward. No questions asked.''

l hope it'll help you.
But l'm afraid it won't.

Wey's inquest will be held
within ten days.

What's the hury?

We didn't like it vey much...

...that ad of yours.

But you don't do your job properly.

lt might cause quite a mess.
l hope you'll restrain yourself.

This isn't personal.
l just do my job.

You're a busy man. All that publicity
doesn't do anybody a lot of good.

He's entitled to a fair trial.

You know as well as l do
that he did it.

l hope he gets eight years or more.

No weekend off or he'll
rape other women.

That seems to be the national
pastime, these days.

Did he harm you personally?

Well, didn't he?
-Don't be ridiculous.

When l saw that movie...l tell you.
l couldn't sleep because of it.

How can that be? Have you
thought about your daughter?

Listen, that doesn't prove
he did it.

You'll have to come up
with evidence.

Can l ask you a personal question?

Would you defend Barbie?

That's what l'm a lawyer for.

You've changed.

Tell me a joke.

Hit me, hit me, said the masochist.
Forget it, said the sadist.

There he is again.
-l can't live without you.

You could've told me.
-What?

There was another person in the store
when you murdered Marlies.

Wonderful, a witness
who can state l didn't do it.

Hope so.
-Why is that?

l haven't found her yet.

l put an ad in the paper. It gives us
a lot of publicity. She'll show up.

What did she look like?
-Rich. Could cost you quite a lot.

How much is that?
-l wouldn't know.

Fifty grand?

Do you think l'm made of money?
-Well, then just rot away.

You had something going
with Marlies Brenninkmeyer.

At night she worked for you in the
club, during the day in that store.

When did she sleep
or see her boyfriend?

Never. She was terrified of him.

Did he beat her up?
-Sure.

And did you do something about it?
-Ever had a close look at that Zulu?

Why didn't you tell Dorrius about it?
-But l did.

What are you going to do with Anna?
-She's perk when you get me out.

What's Brenninkmeyer's rap sheet like?
-Vey impressive..

Fencing, assault,
and one rape up to now.

But he has an alibi. He was swinging
from the trees at the gym.

Twenty apes to confirm it.
-Thanks.

Phone, please.

Hotel Atlanta.
-Anna?

The lady is not in.

Don't bother the guests.
She's not in.

What's her age?
-About thirrty.

l'm 83.

lbbel Smit speaking.
-Come and fetch me from Atlanta.

You can't type either.

Loos here.
-Are you alone?

You're looking for me.

Are you alone?

Son of a bitch!

Taxi, Mr. Loos.
-For me?

Downstairs.

Where to?
-The Atlanta.

Okay with me.

God damn it!

Stealing my shoes
could have been a joke.

But my keys... they don't fit
anymore, but still...

Why do you do this?

Would you like some more coffee?
-Yes, please.

Could you have the papers
brought up?

Which room?
-77.

Could you call a beautician
for room 77?

That's right, 77.

Do you love me?

l never loved a woman
who cheated on me.

What's your connection with Wey?

Why did you give my keys to De Vries?

Answer me!

Can l make myself come?

You've got just one minute.
-Then tell me a randy stoy.

l walk down a slave-market...

What do l wear?
-You're stark naked.

Well, well.

They tied you to a stake.

They're squeezing your tits and ass.

They look like soccer fans.

l arrive.
l don't do anything, l just watch.

You whisper.. Please, buy me.

Would you buy me, please?

Please.

You're too expensive.

Please.

lf l buy you, what would
you do for me?

Anything.

Anything?
-Anything.

lf l buy you, you can
never leave me.

You'll have to crawl for me.

l'll buy you...

...wrap a blanket around you,
so no-one will see you.

l buy you.

Anna Montyn.

Room 77.

Did you enjoy it?

lf you're polite, you can undress now.

Please could l undress for you?
-Sir.

Room 77.

Anna?

Stop it.

Who was that?
-Stop it.

l want to leave.

areyou stillalive, little lawyer?

Yes sir, l'm stillhere,,,

l'm scared.

Loos speaking.
-Still mad at me?

Of course not.
-The Sporrt Bar.

Half past nine.

No nose candy for me.
-Come on.

Mens sana in corpore sano,
-Excuse me?

A healthy mind in a healthy body.

Don't be a spoilsporrt.

Have you seen that Woody Allen movie?

Son of a bitch! How could you?!

allprettyboys want to mahe love,
but they won't considermarriage

No nice weddingparty,
andno bridalbouquet forme,,,

What's bugging you?
-What the hell are you doing?

Marlies Brenninkmeyer
is in the Showtime, evey night.

There's a potential killer there
all the time. You don't do anything.

You know somebody else was in that
store, but you don't track her down.

What are you doing for Christ's sake?

You don't understand
we already caught the killer.

''You don't understand
we already caught the killer.''

You locked someone up, that's all.
-You're a pain in the ass.

Marlies works for Wey. At this place
we find movies with real stiffs in it.

What would you think?
-That's exactly why l defend Wey.

Eveybody assumes he's done it,
so you don't have to prove anything.

Didn't l teach you to respect
your friends?

You've few friends left, boy.

During the war, my father always said,
there are only two kinds of friends.

Those who turn you in for 100 bucks,
and those who do it for 25 bucks.

Cheers.

Since when did she work here?

Hey, little hen, what did you do?

You just went for a stroll?

When mummy hears of this...

...you'll end up on a stove.

Anna?

Marlies.

Hary brought her along, a year ago.
-Since when did she work here?

Not anymore, just like Marlies.

Did Wey pay a lot?

They just kept coming back.

And Wey enjoying that?
-People are so flexible.

That black got here for Marlies
and he lost interest.

Some weeks later l read about it
in the newspaper.

And what about Anna?
-She split, together with Wey.

Bye, daddy. l'll see you
the day after tomorrow.

Anna, l'm so glad you called.

l'll pick you up. Tommie's a rat.

Who is that?

Would you take me outside?

l asked you a question.

Who is it?

Little girls must be good.

Little girls who don't listen,
won't hear anything anymore.

Will you stay with me, always?

Take me outside! Please.

No.
-Please!

Please.

l'll pick you up at 6..30.

Have fun.

Do you love me?!

l did what she wanted.
l left her in that tunnel.

Good Lord!

When l came back, she was gone.

Why do you think something's wrong?
-l don't know.

Check out evey hotel with
a room 77 in Rotterdam.

We're looking for a cerrtain
Anna Montyn.

That's all l know.

Check out Wey's friends,
De Vries first.

Jesus!Descrpi tion?
-What does she look like?

Green eyes, dark hair,
about as tall as l am.

A dark haired, nice piece of ass,
about five-four.

ln just a fur coat, maybe.

Must be a hooher,
-What do you mean, a hooker? Is she?

l don't know.
-Do you know anything?

Say, Dorrius, we hadsix suicides
Iast weeh,

Soyou have to buy us strudel,

Goddamnit, that's the last
time l bet with you!

Where's Anna?
-Nothing else to think of?

Did you find the witness?
-Where's Anna?

Left without a trace. Disappeared.
-ln that case, l quit.

l'm not stupid. You're defending me,
so why would l take Anna away from you.

That woman is untraceable.
Let's just hope for the best.

What do you think?
Acquittal for lack of evidence?

lf anything happens to Anna,
it's murder in the first degree.

l'll screw up your defence.
You'd be gone forever.

Make sure you get me off the hook.

Dad, are you in love?
-Mind your own business.

Sory, darling. Please, never leave me.
-Mom says you work for dirrty old men.

What's a sex-murderer?
What do they look like?

Daddy is a loonie!
-Who isn't?

The defence hasn't been able to prove
that the defendant was at home...

...during the gruesome murder
of Marlies Brenninkmeyer.

The evidence of the prosecution leaves
us but one possible conclusion..-

The perpetrator sits here before us.

Only the Heavenly Judges
rules over life or death.

On earrth, our laws and rules apply.

Yet, in His name, l demand a sentence
of twenty years imprisonment.

With reference of the police reporrts
and the statements made in this courrt.

Evey day we must choose between
good and evil.

We have no knowledge of the yardstick
of our Heavenly Judge...

...who seems to be a personal
acquaintance of the prosecutor.

For the time being,
only the facts count.

The evidence of the prosecution
is even weaker...

...than in the notorious case
of the fitting room murder.

My client's conduct, his sexual
preferences, they don't prove a thing.

And you'll need evidence to find my
client Hary Wey guilty as charged.

l'd like to make clear that l think
a sex-murder is the foulest of crimes.

Even the harshest punishment won't
satisfy the next of kin.

ln our legal system, the fact of my
client's rather spicy predilections...

...on which the prosecution has
elaborated most indelicately...

...does not imply that he really is
Marlies Brenninkmeyer's murderer.

Therefore, l ask acquittal on
both counts.

l wish you much wisdom.

Defeat is an arrt in itself.
-Thank you.

Why didn't you bribe witnesses into
saying he was at home?

You can smell Wey's rats
from a mile away.

l never noticed, talking to you.
-Thanks again.

What's your guess?
-Twelve years, l reckon.

With committal.

l won't allow psychiatric tests.
-lt's a one horse race, my boy.

How did you like my plea?
-Not bad for an empty-handed lawyer.

Don't you have any doubts?
-Sure l have.

l only wanted to know.

What about Anna?

Loos speaking.
-areyou a lawyer?

l might have something
interesting foryou,

l'm listening.
-Could we meet somewhere?

Half an hour, Bar Sporrt,
at the Kruiskade?

Mahe it the "Piccolo",
-Agreed.

You're Mr. Loos?

And what is your name?
-Later.

l read in the paper you're
Iooking for someone.

lf not, l'm out of here.

Would you like something?
-An espresso, please.

An espresso and another brandy.
-So, you do look for somebody?

l do. l recognize you voice from...
-How much do you pay?

Ten thousand guilders.

That's not enough for all the trouble
you have to go through.

Twenty years is worrth more.
-What did you have in mind?

A hundred grand.
-l don't have any guarantee.

For a witness who can get you
an acquittal?

Fifteen grand. How do l know you're
the person l'm looking for?

Put me against the other witnesses.

A hundred grand.
-Fifty.

A hundred.
-l need some time.

l'll be here tomorrow.

We found the woman.
-l always said you had had talent.

Has she seen the man?
-She hasn't told me yet.

She wants a hundred grand.
-Fifty, that was the deal.

A hundred?
-Fifty.

Fifty now, and fifty after the trial.
Let's have it. What's your name?

Maria Wijsman, born the 24th of
August, 1952. l live in Rotterdam.

l'm listening.
-lt was a black man.

You know him?

Was it him?

They all look alike.
Shall we say it was him?

That's up to you.

lt was him.

l went there sometimes. l needed new
high heels. My boyfriend loves them.

What time was it?
-Half past ten.

How could you tell?
-l'd just fed the parking-meter.

When l came in, l heard a voice
from the back of the store.

With the accent of the black person.
-What did he say?

''Shut up, you fucking white slut'',
something like that.

Are you sure he was black?
-Absolutely. l'm vey positive.

Did you see him?
-Just one moment. Vey scay.

Would you recognize him?
-Cerrtainly.

Good.

That black guy.

Thanks a lot. He has an airrtight alibi.
But we'll have to re-open the case.

Room 77?

The lady is upstairs.
-l want to talk to her.

She doesn't want to be disturbed.
-l'm her fiancé.

Are you sure?

ls that the lady you saw
enter the store?

Yes.

ln the back a black guy was cursing.
-ls that the man?

Yes.
-You're absolutely sure?

How long did you see him?
-Just one second.

You know the penalty for perjuy?

lt was him.

...therefore this courrt decides to
dismiss all charges...

...and to release the
defendant forrthwith.

What do you want?

We have something to celebrate!
-Not me.

Have you seen her lately?
-Have you?

l promise you'll get her back.

Loos! Come in. How are you?

Here's to Dutch justice. That Zulu
must have been quite surprised.

Don't you think they should dump
those niggers into the ocean?

Annabel, wouldn't you like to
show this gentleman a good time?

Where's Anna?
-l haven't the faintest idea.

l really have to take a leak now.
-Show this gentleman the way.

Come on, sugar.
-Take me to the john.

When was this?
-Wey's wedding. Before my time.

Who's she?
-l don't know.

Shut up, you fucking white slut.

Hello?
-Registeredletter,

l'll be right down.

Where's it from?
-Rotterdam.

l was married to the murderer
you're defending now,

l'm sureyou'llget him off

l loveyou, l can'tgo, anna,

Who gave it to you? Wey?
-Somebody who loves me vey much.

Don't be so nosey.

l only know your name.
-lsn't that enough?

Wey shouldn't give
such a dangerous toy to a little girl.

l only use one.

Room 77.

Madame is not in,

areyou stillalive, little lawyer?
Yes sir, l'm stillhere,

l ateyourdinner, but l left
yourdrinh alone, Bang,

anna, what's heepingyou?

Willem, l'm sorry, We foundher,
Please call me,

l'm Willem Loos. My condolences.

Suicide. No way l could've
foreseen that.

This wasn't suicide, but euthanasia.

l want to talk to you.

They told me it was suicide.

You're such a romantic!

l'm not.

lf l ever loved a woman
she was the one.

You don't even know her name.
-l've the feeling she's still around.

She wants to tell me something.
She was scared.

Have you seen Wey?

Yes.
-Still no doubts?

Yes.
-Me too.

Mr. Brenninkmeyer is as clean
as a whistle.

He's seeing some chick at the club.
But that's all.

l could come up with something.
-You're not Brenninkmeyer's lawyer.

lt's not about Brenninkmeyer.
-What is it, then?

l've no idea.
-Suicide...

When was the last time you saw Anna?
-The day l came to you.

You didn't know she was
married to Wey?

l found out afterrwards.
-Did you two talk about anything?

l would've liked to, before the trial.
-l asked you to find her.

Wey was behind bars when she jumped.
-So?

Why are you telling me this?

You've one day to come up with
an alibi. That's my last favour.

Sit down.
-Here?

You killed Anna.

lmpossible. My own lawyer
should know l was in jail.

You pushed her over the railing.

Anna's gun...

Suicide!

Sucker, would it look like suicide
with bullet holes in the wall?

l only use one.

They're yours. We have a new trial.

Hello, Tommie.

Let's go.

You're...
-Maria.

Let's go. Please.

Can l kneel for you?

What's this?

This is love.

Maria Wijsman, born August the 24h,
1952, lives in Rotterdam.

ln spite of your disguised voice,
Anna was terrified when you called.

l need a witness.

A hundred grand.

Want a light?

What do you want?

What are you doing?

This is all...

... l need to do...

l loved her.

The maid will be here
in two weeks.