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Your brain is feeding on
the energy in your cells.

When the energy is completely used up, your
consciousness will also slowly fade away.

Embalming fluid. This can help
keep your body presentable for longer.

I don't smell anything.

That guy who shot me,
he made me like this.

And what if that man doesn't have an answer either?

What can make a
man a living dead?

I hope the samples can
provide a definitive answer.

Just because I'm working on something
new doesn't mean I've forgotten you.

That one time
we don't tell Styx...

This is about human smuggling, isn't it?
-Then prove it to me.

Thank you. -It suits you.

It gets very cold here in winter.

You either belong to us or you don't.

I was dead inside.
But that's all about to change, now.

It's just too late.
I met someone else.

This is Joachim Delacroix's voicemail.
Wait for the beep.

What's in your suitcase?

He knows.

You wanted a test subject?
He stinks, doesn't he? I know.

I have my sense of smell back.

Yes, coming home late is easy.

Don't be like that.
-If I could reach your mother,

wouldn't that chin in your
cereal be your biggest problem.

Where is mommy?

Yes, Rhian. Where is mom anyway?

Is your hand healed?

Thanks for babysitting. In times of
need one gets to know one's friends.

I'm going to wash myself.

Come on, continue eating.

Spectacular.

If you live here longer,
you no longer see that.

I doubt that.

There are some things you never get tired of, right?

I really should
have walked after it.

And have to pat him
on the mouth, damn it.

What's wrong?

I just paid all the
fees for the facility.

Now they say that Roosje
also needs a new chair.

I don't know what to do.

It never stops.

I'll see what I can do.
Don't worry about it.

You're cold.

No no.

I've come to appreciate the cold.

She got that from mom and Stijn.
-I'm so happy for you, Katya.

You see you shouldn't
have worried, right, Mom?

I know.

And a doctor at that.

Let me see the house again.
-You've already seen it.

And? But don't disturb Stijn, eh?

Do not worry.
He's working downstairs.

Shall we start with the kitchen?

Medical file, patient Vantorre, André.

Patient develops
cataracts in both eyes.

He is almost going blind.

He becomes weaker and weaker.

Even more...

His appetite, on the other hand...

Did Styx rip off your leg?

Those bite marks on your body
and on your legs, did Styx do that?

Is someone there?

Oh, she's a beautiful girl.

You do not have to be scared.
I'm André. What is your name?

You're probably wondering
why I'm in a cage?

It's a game.
I have to get out of that cage first.

Do you see keys on that table over there?

Would you like to grab them?

That's a big girl.

Now give them to Andreetje, come.

Yes, give them.

Give them, give them.
Just give. Yes.

Just give.

I'm helping that gentleman. You know you're
not allowed to come here, right? Come.

Not bad for a beginner, huh?

You are too good for me.
-You'll get better.

I have to leave.
-But the party is still going on.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow? -Yes, in the evening.

I'll be back, I promise.

Is something wrong?

Tomorrow evening. Then you lose again.

Fuck.

Bad conscience, buddy?

How did you know I was here?
Are you following me?

Nowadays everyone knows
where you spend your free time.

I came to pick you up.
-I saved you the ride.

What about? Are we still going to
drive, or are you no longer interested?

Vic didn't get home until two o'clock last night.
-And you couldn't reach me.

I lost my cell phone.
That is also possible.

He's fifteen.
What were you like when you were fifteen?

I was a very good girl.
-A very good girl?

His school also wants to talk to us about
his behavior. We are expected tonight.

I'll be able to do it alone again.

Hey, you said Raf looked so bad.
Are you sure it's not in your head?

I saw him parading around
in his underwear this morning.

Not because of anything, but I
spontaneously felt one of my eggs burst.

So, how was your evening?

Good.

Once I got around to it.

Do you know how long
I stood there painting?

Have you missed an important appointment?

By the way, are you going to
tell me what was in your suitcase?

My dog.

Your dog?
-I had to take it to the vet.

You put your dog in
the suitcase to go to

the vet and then you
go on surveillance?

Yes.

It's not a fad.

Isabelle and me.

I mean it and she means it.

One is leaving.

There's something going on.

Guard.

Sorry, am I late?
-No, just come with me.

Your husband, who...
-He won't show up anyway.

Well...

I bet he's skipping school
because he's in love.

He's fifteen.
-Yeah so? When I was fifteen...

Yes. Never mind.

You know, I'll go talk to him sometime.

There's a first time for everything.

Take my cell phone?
-I didn't steal it.

I put it in my pocket.
-Jesus. And I just look for that thing.

You look good. -Thank you.

Yesterday I thought something was up.
-I have a new day cream.

Rhian appreciated it too.

Yes, it has been dry for
a long time, the sheep.

But not you, right, girl? Not you.

Joachim Delacroix.
-Okay, see you there.

Aren't we going to talk about that?

You're going to talk to Vic?
Ask where he was last night.

It also doesn't help the situation
at home if you call Rhian to babysit

so you can fuck with your lover boy.
-Fuck you.

Fuck you? -Yes, fuck you.

Fuck.

Blood and no corpse.
Twice in one day.

What the hell is that here?

Let them kill each other,
then it won't bother us.

Then you won't have to worry about it anymore.
Who knows what they could have told us.

Enough. This is what we're going to do...
-We're rounding up everyone.

Inspector. -Everyone we saw.

So what? Interrogate? That
paid off a lot the last time.

Styx has a point. We have nothing.

A good lawyer and they will be
back on the street within five minutes.

We need to find the weak
link, pick it up and make it talk.

Inspector, we continue our observations.
Okay?

Styx, that bullet you
found on the pier,

That ballistics test is in.
-And?

It came from an unregistered firearm.
-So not from my service weapon.

What good is a bullet from an
unknown weapon? Not much.

Oh no? It proves
goddammit that I'm not crazy.

And that you should try harder
to find that guy with his mask.

And that loser he killed.
It also proves...

It proves that a shot
was once fired on the

pier from an unregistered
firearm. No more.

And you're going to
focus on this and show

me that I'm not
crazy for trusting you.

How far have you come?

Everything points to a virus.
A kind of mutation of a bird flu virus.

Can that transfer to humans?
-Very rarely.

Have you been in contact
with a battery cage?

Somewhere where they breed animals?
-No.

Have you been bitten by an
animal or pecked by a bird?

And I turned that over to him.
-When you bit him?

So I'm right, you bit him.
Those bite marks are yours.

Are you going to run now?

I'm going to take care of these and then take a
good look at you. Your condition has evolved.

Yes, just take a good look at me.
You put me in this, motherfucker.

The man in the
mask put you in here.

Yes? Did he eat my leg?

I'm fucking half blind.
I lost my leg.

My left arm also won't move anymore.

I'm hungry. -Let me go.

I know what I need.
You too. I'm hungry.

No. -Find two to eat.

I can not do that.
-Yes. You're a cop.

You can pick a rapist
off the street, right?

Or a murderer, or a pedophile?
Who's going to miss that? Tell me.

No, André. I can not do that.

I would like to go sailing
with my boat again.

I want to feel the wind in my
hair as we sail out of the channel.

Fry a fish.
In a good fat butter sauce.

And when we get back home
to the Hazegras. To Nicole.

To have a good fuck.

And if I got a good price
at the fish market, again.

On a terrace, in the sun.
A little people watching.

You took all that away
from me, whiner. All.

Could you get me
some weed? One joint.

That will do me so good. Please.

Please, man. Goddamnit.

Look.

You are the scientist.
Please explain that.

I have to gamble myself.
I would say: cell regeneration.

That in itself is a natural process.

The human body replaces
approximately 300 billion cells every day.

We can stimulate
this by eating a healthy

and varied diet, but
you eat living cells.

And natural cell regeneration cannot
possibly heal those kinds of wounds.

Not that size.

So if the virus,
combined with eating

living cells, generates
this result, then...

It is hard to imagine what
that means for medical science.

And can your science
make my heart beat again?

With what we stand for here,
anything is possible, Mr. Styx.

Okay.

I want to take new blood samples.

Do not be afraid. I'm not hungry.
-I know what it can do to you.

The eyes, the physical change.
The instinct that takes over everything.

How do you know that?
-I saw it in our husband's basement.

I have it under control.

Can an animal
control its instincts?

I don't know what I am,
but I'm not an animal.

You are not hungry now, but hunger
always comes back. You understand?

I have it under control now. Yes?

You would be required
to go into quarantine.

You can infect people
and cause a plague.

Actually, you want to
put me in a cage too.

Just try.

What about the
investigation into your killer?

I have a bullet and an Ensor mask,
and a body that just won't be found.

Is this really necessary?
-Apparently so.

So embarrassing.
-You couldn't have skipped school either.

Then I could have
cycled straight to work.

And you could have been home on time.

Then maybe I would have believed you
when you said you wouldn't do it again.

Come.

We picked the most beautiful day, didn't we?

Thanks for the pick up.
-No problem, girl.

Don't mention it.

Guard...

Allee.

Come. I'm going to take you back.

Bye, mom.

Bye, honey.

Hey dear.

Raf is here. -Yes. I see.

It's been far too long
since I've seen Roosje.

Amanda.

That's for that chair.

How much do you think something like that costs?
-I can't give you more at this point.

My income has dried up. Sorry.

Are you going to leave us behind?
-I've always done my best.

It's just hard right now.
-Is that right? Are you having a hard time?

What's up, Styx? Do you want Isabelle
back because she is with someone else?

And Roos and I can go to hell?
-Now you're not being fair.

Fair?

You know what's not fair, Styx?
That's not fair.

Mom. -Yes, honey?

Do not be angry.

I'm not mad, honey.
At least not on you.

Do you know what you're doing, Raf?
You shouldn't come here anymore.

Not here and not with me.

Hey, baby, do you want some more water?

Is all food free here?

First time? -Yes.

Do you happen to speak Russian?
-A little. I am Armenian.

Okay, you need to fill out this form.
Then I'll show you everything.

Madam, please move on.
Walk on through.

I already left.

Kenny, stay away from that.

Hello, Martha. -Hi.

Shall we walk to the fruit first?

I don't want apples. I can't
bite into that without my teeth.

I'll give you bananas.
And some fresh vegetables.

I prefer frozen,
it's nice and easy.

About time. -It is busy.

You can see that I am standing here with children.
-Candy?

What do we say then?
-Thank you.

Please.

They heard what
happened yesterday.

They won't be going to
the car wash for a while.

It makes no sense, Marijke.
-Fucking bastard.

Debolle is done.

My husband is stuck for you.

Do the children have childcare?

How old are they now?
Nine and seven? And a baby.

They look like rascals to me.
-Do you want to adopt them?

It's possible. For the right price.

Marijke, life is not fair.

I can know. -Oh yeah?

Have you ever had to earn a living
by opening your legs in 't Hazegras?

It's your Bruno who screwed up.

Human smuggling.

There are high penalties for this.
He won't be released anytime soon.

Bruno is a little shrimp.

He seemed to be quite
commanding the rest.

And since he doesn't say
anything other than 'no comment'...

Marijke, help me.

This way I can help you.
This way I can help Bruno.

My client doesn't have to
answer that, Chief Inspector.

And if I help you, will you
throw the little shrimp back?

We are only interested
in the big fish.

You're in for a long night.

Bruno is registered,
they are all registered.

Social contributions, health
insurance, all the trimmings.

Unless a large
freighter arrives at night.

Then 'package
handling' is in his agenda.

Then he comes home again in the morning.
-And tonight it says 'package handling'?

Check it at the port.

I bet a ship will be
unloaded tonight.

Unit three has something to report?
-No movement.

Unit four?
-Unit four, negative.

Unit five, is something moving within you?
-Unit five, no movement.

Keep us informed
if anything changes.

Okay. Come on.

Life jacket on.
We have to hurry.

Come on, hurry up.

Fast, fast, fast.

Ten are gone.
They have received help from outside.

One of the neighbors saw a van.

Package handling. Don't
receive it this time, but send it.

The coast guard has sent out a helicopter.
They are also aware on the other side.

I need coffee, man.

You're good at this.

Hey, Vic.

You're starting to get to the age
where boys become interested in girls.

Or in boys. I do not care.

But I think it's a girl with you.
-Jesus, really.

I just want to say: If
you have any questions...

About what? -About...

About sex?

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

Have I ever told you about
the first time I saw your mother?

It was...

It was the start of the holidays.

And I was standing at the station.

And mom gets off that train...

I fell in love instantly.
A 'coup de foudre'.

She brought summer with her.
-How clingy can you be?

Good morning. The children are at school.
I prepared breakfast.

You eat. -No I'm not hungry.

I prepared it especially for you.
-I'm having dinner at work with Rhian.

I still have something from my
lawyer, a mediation proposal.

Division of property, custody...
-Is that really necessary?

One chat with Vic and an omelette
won't erase the past five years.

I don't know if there is enough salt and
pepper on it. You'll have to taste it, maybe.

What's that with your hand?
-Nothing.

embalming oil

Do you think he is beautiful?
-He is beautiful.

Thank you.

Shall I put on?

It's for a special occasion.
Save it for a special occasion.

Stijn?

Who is that man in the basement?

Mia said she saw a man.
-There's no one in the basement.

There is no man there.

But Mia said she...
-She's just a kid, honey.

You know what children are like.
They have a lot of imagination.

Would you like to take a look?

No. -Sure?

No, you're right.
She has a vivid imagination.

A special occasion?

You're right.

It's spectacular.

And dangerous.

What do you mean?
-Nothing. Just.

Did something happen?

Can you stay?

No Rhian tonight.

You'd tell me, wouldn't
you, if there was something?

How was it at home?

He's doing his best.

Regroups with the children.

But I have made it clear once
again that there is no way back.

I know what can satisfy your hunger.

It is a unique opportunity to
follow cell regeneration step by step.

Mister Doctor. Come on in.

I just went.
I still have a lot of things at home.

Don't you like me coming, Martha?

Oh, no.
You are of course always welcome.

I'm actually glad
you came, Mr. Doctor.

Lately I've been having a
lot of heart palpitations again.

Calm.

I had other plans for you.
Nice plans.

But something came up.

You'll see when you wake up.

Stay there.

I still have it under control.
I want to see André.

Yes, is that necessary now? It's getting late.
-I have to see what awaits me.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, where are you going?

What?

Don't torture yourself like that.
Go home.

You must take me to the sea.
Will you promise that?

Promise it.

I promise.

You will burn in hell.

What?
Regret losing your guinea pig?

No need for cynicism, Mr. Styx.

Hello, chief?

Oh no, shit. And Delacroix?

I think I know where he went.

Mister Doctor?

I'm sorry it had to
happen this way, Martha.

Why am I tied up here?

Medical file, patient Deroy, Martha.

Maybe I should have
stuck with my original plan.

Immortalize the patient and
place her in my gallery of still lifes.

Anyway, now that we've
started down this road...

Mr. Doctor, what are you going to do?

Using her to monitor my
patient's regeneration process,

unfortunately this won't work anymore.
-Mr Doctor...

Once I have isolated
the virus, I will

need a new subject
to test the virus on.

So welcome, Martha. -Yes.

You really have no idea what
you will mean to medical science.

What the fuck?

Delacroix.

Delacroix.

Gino.

I was already waiting for you.
Cops never come alone.

What is? Have the pieces of
the puzzle still not fallen into place?

I left it for you, I thought
maybe Styx is hungry.

Almost forgot.

Voilà, now it's just the two of us again.
Much more fun, right?

Unless you've got someone
else running around.

I thought so.
Much more fun to keep it exclusive.

What do you want?
-Get straight to the point, Styx.

I have a proposition.
Beneficial for both of us.

As you know, I'm
taking over here.

Human smuggling.

Styx. I facilitate the free
movement of goods and people.

Human smuggling.

The point is...

things are just starting to go well. I
don't want your friends getting in the way.

You want information. -Bingo.

Raids, informants, wiretapping.
Just like in the good old days.

I don't need your money.

That's also new then.

Don't you go to the whores anymore?
-Buddy.

What?

I don't think you want
to end up like him.

I thought so. You know...

God has a sick sense of humor.

Nobody is perfect, everyone
has weaknesses and with us...

they can only catch us here.

Besides, I can offer you something
much better than money. For us then.

Mangiare. Bouffe. To eat.

I'm not hungry.
-Sometimes you have to eat to fight hunger.

At least if you want to be
as big and strong as me.

But Gino, we can't keep
killing people, can we?

And who the fuck is going to stop us, Styx?

Do you really think anyone is
going to miss that son of a bitch here?

Or his friends?

Or a few migrants.

Bingo.

So, what do you think?

Do we have a deal?

And he?

Gift. Do what you want with it.

They will miss him.

You can't make an omelette
without breaking a few eggs.

Gino, please.
-You're wasting my time.

Don't tell me that's
suddenly your best friend.

You should know.

What?

I feel tension.

Get him.

Eat him up.

You know, I've always heard: Once
you go black, you never go back.