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Natural cell regeneration is impossible healing those kinds of wounds.

But you eat living cells. -You must take me to the sea. Promise it.

Now that I've isolated the virus, I need a new test subject

to test for the virus.

You had said that nothing was planned this week.

Blood and no corpse.

Twice in one day. -Hopefully they kill each other.

Then we won't have to worry about it anymore. -Then it won't bother you anymore.

Am I suspected of something? This is about human smuggling, isn't it?

Joachim Delacroix. -Till there.

And we're not going to talk about that? -I made a note of you talking to Vic.

If you have any questions...

About sex?

Let's start with love. -What do you know about love?

I still have something from my lawyer. A mediation proposal.

What's wrong with your hand? -Nothing.

Where are you going?

Gino? You want information.

I don't need your money. -That's new too.

Besides, I have something much better than money. Mangiare.

the sea sings along the coast

her song dances with the tide

waves in the sunlight the sea

sounds like a poem

in the ears

What is Isabelle doing here?

Vic walked away and she called me. I told her what happened.

Is there any news yet? -I didn't know you knew Joachim.

Vic doesn't answer when I call him. I wonder where he is now.

Come on, hurry up.

Chef?

Fuck off. I'm busy.

Carefully.

That will teach you to go out on your own.

Have you seen the perpetrator?

Not really. He had something on his head.

A helmet. -A helmet?

Styx?

Yes, that's right, he had something on his head. -You didn't say that in your statement.

Did you see H im?

Yes.

Do we know him?

No.

What did he look like?

6 feet tall, well built...

And?

And what? -Is that all or what?

Yeah, sorry, I didn't have the time to ask for a selfie.

He was going to shoot you in the head.

If Styx hadn't gotten there in time, you weren't here now.

I fired another shot. I don't know if I hit him.

Will that cause problems?

Are you okay, girl?

Who is that gentleman?

That's a friend of mom's.

A friend? -And a colleague of ours.

Ah. Not a friend of yours?

A colleague.

With Victor. There will be a beep.

He still doesn't answer.

Do you want us to signal him?

He will be sitting with his love. -Okay, a love.

What are you planning? -There's a psychopath on the loose.

You have a concussion. -A mild concussion.

I hoped that we could talk for a moment.

Later OK?

You really enjoyed it.

You?

Not bad.

LeBron James wasn't exactly the GOAT either.

Hey, it was pretty okay, Vic.

Pretty okay?

Think of it this way: If you train a lot, you get better. And training is fun, right?

Ciao.

Where have you been? I called and called.

Mom, really. -Were you with your love?

Vic, I'm talking to you.

He's been torn to pieces. -Tobias...

Do you see those wounds? Bite marks all over his body?

Dogs. -I didn't see any dogs there.

That you haven't seen any dogs, does not mean that there were no dogs.

A dog that leaves such prints?

A different animal then?

They are consistent with human teeth.

Human?

Tobias is right.

Do you want to say now? that there's a cannibal on the loose?

And the bullet wound?

He didn't have one when I found him. -Post mortem.

Fucking mind blowing. -Tobias.

I don't want to read about this in the newspapers, understand?

Obvious.

They just have to do it with those corpses that have washed up.

I am not tired, says the little monkey.

The time is up. -Yeah, fine. Girl, be brave, okay?

Buddy.

It'll be fine.

Come.

Jacket on.

Not even a thank you? Do you think so? is it easy to organize this?

He's still stuck. -Yes, but yes...

Your information has yielded little. -Not my problem.

I need your help, Marijke. -You have courage.

You know all your husband's measurements. -And then?

I am looking for someone. -Who?

Gino Tersago... -Wickie the Viking?

You're scratching the bottom of the barrel. -He's apparently making a career.

So if you hear something, if you know where he is,

just let me know. -Look closely.

I'm standing here with three little ones and not a bad franc.

Without Bruno we have no income. -I can't give you money.

Then make sure Bruno is released. -I try...

That is the problem. Stop trying. Just do it.

Come.

virus isolated

Martha.

Medical file, patient Martha Deroy.

Patient died.

Probable cause of death: heart failure.

Just as I was about to test the virus on her.

Back to the first plan.

I'll put her in my gallery of still lifes.

Will you still receive eternal life? Martha.

We are here in Ostend, not Antwerp.

Not Zeebrugge, not Calais or Rotterdam.

But here too we are not spared of human smuggling.

Ostend is no longer the exception.

From tonight onwards the following measures are in force:

Patrols on all beaches, around the clock.

All trucks and vans, all containers in the port area

will be checked.

Every ship sailing in or out of Ostend we will check down to the smallest corner.

Our fishermen will also have to cooperate.

Where are you going? -Put on fresh underwear.

Guard. I actually still need it.

You already have your samples, right?

It's not that simple. I isolated the virus, but...

I've isolated the virus, I think. -Do you think?

Yes. Testing is needed to be sure.

But this is a first, important step in the right direction.

We're getting closer, Mr. Styx.

So there is hope. -There is hope.

If you need any more samples, you ask me that.

They're going to close the port and I promised him something.

I can't give you another fish, buddy.

And a make-out session won't work anymore either.

But this...

this is for you.

Enjoy it.

Do not. -Stop it.

Stop it. -I do not like you anymore.

Leave your sister alone. -She started.

No. -Really.

Not really. - Everyone, shut up.

That's not enough for me. -It's that or nothing.

And share those fries with your sister.

Aren't you going to eat, mom?

I'll eat later, honey.

Joyce, don't forget you that the garbage will be picked up tomorrow?

...circle your tongue around the clitoris.

Lick and caress over the inner thighs.

Especially where the legs are passing into the groin is very sensitive.

Don't let your hands hang idle. Use them...

Fuck, really. Say, can't you knock?

What is?

Dad has a colleague who is in hospital.

Mom went to visit them last night. -Sorry I wasn't home.

Mom says that colleague is 'a friend'. But I don't believe that and neither does Dad.

Come here.

You shouldn't take it so seriously.

Parents are just weird.

Do you really have a sweetheart?

What are you doing?

I'm just hungry.

What is that on your chest? -That's a...

A little rash. -Are not you cold?

My clothes are in the wash, so...

Why doesn't mom do that? -That's a lot of questions at once.

Mom thinks so that would be a wrong signal.

You're breaking up.

Vic...

Mom and Dad are talking.

Are you looking for something?

You said that if I had questions...

Okay.

And have you already...

Yes. Yes, just once.

And what's her name? -Julie.

Julie.

Julie. Beautiful name.

Have a seat.

I'll tell you what I know. The little I know.

But on one condition, man.

That is that you promise that you will be at night won't run away anymore.

And if you want to go to Julie, that you ask mom.

Mom's going to say no. -I wouldn't be so sure about that.

You will find out just by asking can achieve an enormous amount.

That's lesson number one, by the way.

The rats are busy, busy, busy, busy. -Yes, it's been going on for a few hours.

On the dike and on the beach it is also full.

Wouldn't it be better if we moved? -We're in a good place here.

Unless the penthouse above is available. -I mean outside Ostend.

Just crossed the border. Dunkirk, Calais...

Can you speak French?

Oui, non, je, tu, il?

Imbecile? -No, chief.

I was once a nobody.

A small fish in a big sea.

Now I have eaten all the big fish. Everything you see here is mine.

And a great king yields to nothing.

Leopold is also still standing on the dike, eh?

Won't it be dangerous here?

Dangerous?

Feel it.

I won't bite.

I am immortal. I'm a fucking god.

And gods, Roland, yield much less than kings.

He begs on the street.

Can't we help him?

Your mother has a gingerbread heart. Do you know what that is? Yes?

We can't help everyone, but how do we make that choice?

I feel guilty. -Why?

You chose me, and Mia. We were lucky.

But that boy... I would like to share some of my happiness.

I chose you because you are a good woman.

Which you have proven again now.

But he is alone.

Just like we were.

Is that right? -I asked him.

Family? Not. Friends, not. Nothing.

Does he have daycare?

Where does he live? -On the street.

This is a big house. We can share it.

We can share.

You call when something comes up, right?

Vic? -Yes.

Real? -Yes really.

Okay. See you tomorrow.

So you know how women experience sexuality?

You let him go to his sweetheart. -Better this way than him sneaking out at night.

I thought so too.

Thank you. To talk to him.

With Fran you can do it. I don't think I can handle that.

You're ironing your collar wrong.

Like this.

Hungry?

I'm going to eat something soon.

There's plenty in the freezer.

Have you thought about the papers yet?

Isabelle, I...

I know I don't deserve a second chance, but...

Which is another way to say you want one.

And what about my second chance?

Or do you think I don't deserve one?

Should that be done with Delacroix?

With whom this should or should not be done, it's none of your business anymore. That's my choice.

Can't we just talk? -Sign those papers, Raf.

All your second chances have been used up.

Hey, are you okay?

It is well. It's a treat.

Thank you.

Would you like to keep an eye on them? I'd like to freshen up.

Come on, Debolle, get back together.

I gave them some extra chocolate. -Thank you.

I don't know if you could help me.

Depends on what. -I...

I wondered, Have you seen Gino lately?

Not for a while. Definitely changed my local pub.

Why actually? -Just. It's just...

My husband asked about it. -Give my regards to Bruno.

Oh, Bieke. Smear polish. Come on, eat properly. How is it possible?

Pimple face, would you like to laugh?

If you see this: The money, the laptop...

everything else, you can keep it.

The cops aren't going to look for you. They have other things on their minds.

But you also have a gold brooch stolen from our tired ones.

'Our tired'.

Vake had it made for an anniversary.

Two branches intertwined. Our busy and our tired.

What is? You're not going to cry, are you? -Give Vic a break, Cindy.

Are you OK?

What is?

Sorry.

Something about Styx? Did he say anything? -No.

What? What then?

We would talk, right?

That was the whole point of the evening.

Those boys who are washed up on the beach.

The fact that someone knocked you down.

And you clam up.

I don't want to go again making the same mistake, Joachim.

If we're really going to do this, then...

Okay.

Did I tell you about my father?

That he was a cop too?

He always said: Never show them your weaknesses.

Then they know where to hit you.

You have to be strong.

And if I had gotten a pass at school or if I had been beaten up at football...

and he saw that I had been crying...

I got it at home another beating on top.

So I didn't cry anymore.

When he got cancer...

I sat at his bedside.

I didn't cry.

I wanted to grab him, but I didn't.

At his funeral...

not even shed a tear. He would have crawled out of his coffin.

Until I...

Until I see that boy saw lying on the beach.

Ben.

With a stupid sweater that I got for him bought it, I don't know why.

Ben would teach me to play chess.

Completely useless, I hear my father say.

And now all I can think is:

I wish I had grabbed him.

Good morning, LeBron.

Hungry?

I'll see what we have.

Did you have a good night? - Guy. You scared me.

Bad conscience? -If you want, I still have half an hour.

No, that's not what I'm here for. You are looking for Gino. Why?

Maybe he has work for me. Bruno is still in jail.

I've heard that Gino is now a big gentleman.

Heard? Whose? -Just on the street.

Sorry for shouting so much last time.

It's not easy for me at the time.

Does the comeback fail? Of course you are no longer the youngest.

So are you going to ask him?

If you want?

Say hi to Bruno when you see him. -Yes.

Thanks.

The great hero.

You're not very grateful.

No one can contradict him.

He tells us what he wants. And he doesn't tell us everything.

He's not alone.

I don't really like men like that hooking up with a colleague's wife.

That is not... -You must have fought it hard.

It was stronger than yourself.

Good.

Everyone in position.

Unfinished business. -Getting a scanner here takes weeks.

If there is any money for it. -And if they're upstairs?

That's what surveillance is for. -You also have an answer to everything, you.

And you? -Excuse me?

6 feet tall. Well built. And something upside down.

Even my grandmother can give a better description.

And my grandmother is dead.

Then you have a great grandmother.

If I wasn't so gullible, I would thinking you don't want us to find him.

Hitting on my wife wasn't enough Now my career still needs to be improved?

That has nothing to do with each other. -No?

The chef was best man at my wedding.

We'll see how quickly you dump Isabelle if you notice that you cannot get a PhD.

Inspector Delacroix.

I love her, okay? -Then there are two of us.

And she mine. That is the difference.

You have her life and that of your kids has been ruined enough.

Styx.

Chief Inspector Styx, there is someone who wants to talk to you.

Marijke?

One of Gino's men appealed to me.

Aren't you going to wear that?

Isn't it too formal? It's an evening dress.

For me it is a special occasion.

Please put it on.

Thank you, dear friends.

Five years. Where does the time go, eh?

People sometimes ask me what actually is the source of my commitment.

My fight for those who are forgotten by society does not come from nowhere.

Marie Vrancken. You say that name probably nothing. Marie Vrancken.

Marie Vrancken was my mother.

But Marie Vrancken wasn't just any mother.

She literally saved the bread from her mouth.

Completely discounted himself.

Nothing was too much to take care of that we would not perish...

into the bottomless pit of poverty where we were imprisoned at the time.

She lifted me on her shoulders, she pushed me up.

In short, she was my everything.

But for the rest of the world she was unimportant.

Forgotten and invisible. Only. Without friends.

Without help and without support.

She was never able to see how her son

has worked up in a world that had given up on her.

Well...

Today I am no longer invisible and I have a responsibility

for those who have been forgotten, those who have been left to fend for themselves

to bring it back into the light. That is my commitment, dear friends.

That's why I do what I do and I hope, no, I know...

of course, that my mother would be proud of me.

Very proud. So thank you for these flowers.

And I thank you for the friendship. Thank you.

Thank you.

Is it tasty? -Very tasty.

Thank you very much for this.

And that I can sleep here. -You have to thank Katya for that.

She told me about you. She said you're 25.

Yes, I'm 25.

Do you use drugs?

It's a simple question.

No.

Nothing? -No.

Never done that?

Feel free to say so. I don't judge anyone. -Not everyone on the street uses drugs.

Calm down, Katya. I am against drugs.

Are you healthy? No heart disease?

No. -HIV?

Why do you act like this? -It's an important question.

HIV?

Negative.

Have you been tested?

Something else? MS, ALS, other degenerative diseases?

No.

Nice.

Some more wine? -Yes please.

If I can give something back... I can garden.

Or doing chores around the house. -That's very kind of you.

I'm sure we can figure something out. -Thank you.

Please.

So you are completely alone.

Yes. -Haven't you become friends with anyone?

In one of the shelters? -No. I haven't been here very long.

Take another sip. Do you like it?

No family. -No.

We are your family now.

Everything fine?

I'm feeling tired.

He is tired. -Yeah right.

You take Mia to bed, honey. Then I'll take care of our friend.

Good night darling.

Just a few more meters. -Bed.

Okay. Bed, yes, bed, later. First this. -I'm so tired.

Gino. -No more Wickie the Viking?

I've heard that you have been promoted.

I've heard that you are looking for work.

Do you have something for me?

What could you offer me that...

others cannot give me?

How do I know you will be able to pay?

Low. Straight to my heart.

You used to be not always reliable.

That is also true.

And that's just the beginning.

And what should I do for that?

Exclusivity.

You keep your curtains closed, except for me.

You know I've always had a crush had on you? You are so special.

So soft.

What do you think? Do we have a deal? What do you think?

Maybe we should forget about those curtains.

And meet somewhere more dignified.

As?

Thermae Palace? Or the Andromeda? -Expensive taste.

Or at yours, if you prefer.

Where are you at the moment? In a beautiful place?

What?

Or somewhere else. It doesn't matter to me.

What is that? -Oh, that. That is nothing.

And when I look at you, it's like it's already healed.

That guy is biased because I wear makeup and black clothes.

A thank you for going to pick him up I haven't had it on the desk yet.

I found that thing on the street and wanted... giving it back. I had seen the video.

It is useful that you knew where he lived.

What happens now? -Sir is underage.

He will get rid of it with a warning.

If you think about it, they have That's probably why he uses it.

Who?

That gang responsible for that wave of burglaries.

Vic? -You'll never believe me either.

Then I would have come up with something more original. -Raf, please.

Does that sweetheart of yours have? something to do with that?

You think you're smart. Do a little if you are my buddy, so that I trust you.

Boy, I'm not your size I am your dad.

Not for long. I'm getting a new one. -It's enough like this.

One that doesn't shoot children upside down. Or did you think I didn't know that?

I haven't heard anything else for five years at school: your dad shoots girls.

Raf, stop it. Raf.

Raf, stop it. Raf.

Are you OK?

What the fuck, Raf?

Show me. Oh my God.

Already awake?

Unlike Martha...

are you young and healthy.

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