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Where were you?

I must go.

You promised to stay here.

What do you want?

The third death by crayon.

You rambling about crayons again?

Let's hope it never happens to you.

No, you will protect me.

Marilene, I have to go.

We'll talk tomorrow.

And don't wait for me.

Miserable slave!

He didn't even notice I've dyed my hair.

Sorry, you're in the way.

I've seen this before.

What's your name?

Leslie Werkers, judicial photographer.

A nice guy. He drives a Rover.

He didn't buy that with his salary.

He was also a fashion photographer.

He did a good job.

One moment. Let me take...

a proper photo.

The framing doesn't cost anything.

Who phoned?

The neighbour couldn't sleep with the crying.

It's the victim's child.

Were you dreaming?

You grabbed me!

Where did it happen?

A new ''Death by Crayon''.

If we talk about it again tomorrow, dear...

I am dead.

Sleep well.

When do you talk about something else?

Like that?

I'm pregnant.

That's fantastic!

You seem sure of yourself...

What do you want to say?

Since when have we stopped fucking?

I am a woman...

with normal needs.

You think that I go

and spend my time waiting?

Is it my fault?

That I'm overworked?

They trusted me with this job.

I can't reduce the hours.

Besides, it's an important job.

More important than me.

This isn't the first time-

that I have irregular hours.

And keep your insinuations to yourself.

You had a normal schedule

before you became inspecteur.

Useless as throwing a stone.

You've been stuck for a month.

You get home when I get up.

Is there someone else?

I refuse to answer.

So, there is someone else.

Where are you going?

I'm going out.

Is there a problem, Inspector?

But there is enough place!

I wanted to accelerate.

I noticed.

You almost lost me.

Wanna get a drink?

I live on the corner.

Charming!

It's my daily reality.

These photos, Rick...

Can I call you Rick?

Through a lens

The subject is more horrible...

It becomes an image of another.

I don't know...

I become a criminal.

I no longer vomit at the sight of a corpse-

but I still never get used to it.

There are some years...

they bring back a kid.

Maybe 7 or 8 years old...

Foaming at the mouth.

Legs turning blue.

Mother sent him to play in the sea with a rubber dinghy.

I've taken 10 or 12 photos.

No remorse or the least emotion.

Total lack of emotion.

But imagine a moment...

it happened to you.

You are saved, but-

You have to spend the rest of your life with her.

My wife and daughter...

died a year ago...

...burnt alive.

It's horrible.

Yes, it's terrible.

Robbie would have been 6 last week.

It's Marie-Madeleine...

She is very popular...

You are dead drunk!

Leslie, photograph!

And lock the door.

And lock the door.

Want a drink?

Some whisky.

Bastard didn't keep his word.

Always living the good life.

I thought we lived it.

Read this! Top of page 3...

Crayon murderer

And a detailed description!

Some will want to try.

Thrust a crayon into the nose!

Impossible to find the murderer.

Take mine when you've finished!

I haven't done anything.

Bastards!

What did I hear? Bastards?

Get her out of here!

Let's start again...

Victim No. 1: divorced from a mechanic.

Did three years for financial crimes.

Had a few lovers.

All perfectly ''clean''.

Victim No. 2...

Waitress. All over town.

Passed over...

Victim No. 3...

Nurse, has had a liaison-

with the toe-rag and this one.

When you're up there...

send me a card.

You've kept me for 24 hrs.

No evidence. I know my rights!

You hear that? Rights!

He believes in the E.U.

He's been watching TV?

Murderers have rights...

Confess! You hear me, motherfucker?

Murderers?

That's impossible!

When?

Two days ago.

Your wife...again!

Sprint to the streetlamp?

I'm finished.

I'll give you a 10 metre head start.

What am I saying? 15 metres.

I'm dying.

15 metres? -15 metres

No, not now. Later.

A race?

No, not now. Another time.

I'll remember.

I was far off, but...

I'm sure it was her...

The photo had been taken...

a telephoto- 500 mm.

I wanted to follow them.

But I lost them.

I'll track her down.

A negro! and she is ancient!

We will know its barely been a month.

People are laughing at me.

This woman will kill you.

You should get divorced straight away.

End it, Rick.

Can I stay at yours?

I don't want to go home.

If you'll accept a camper bed.

I find that bizarre.

In fact, I don't understand it at all.

So long as you're paid well.

Why?

Take the pencil out your nose.

Draw a picture for Mama.

No, dear, I'm talking to Dylan.

You make me crazy with that talk.

That's nice. Do more...

No, I'm talking to the kid.

You really can't come?

I'm going to put him to bed.

Yes, I remember. Ok.

Come. It's time for bed.

It's you?

Where've you come from?

Yes, its me.

I'm not living there at the moment.

No, I'm not sleeping. What is it?

You couldn't tell me sooner?

I'll come immediately.

Yes, I'm here.

I'll pick you up.

Death by crayon No. 4!

A mannequin this time.

When did you arrive? -25 mins ago?

When did you arrive?

Been dead 4-5 hrs.

Did you check the place out, Rick?

Always the same method.

Which crayon this time?

No, she reminds me someone-

that you must know very well.

What are you saying?

It seems that she was...

seeing a black man.

Look at this photo of him.

Yes, he's definitely black.

The victim strongly resembles...

his wife, Marilene.

Look at this photo.

The Black didn't say anything?

All Blacks look the same to me.

Probably what they say about us.

Look at the victim...

She looks like Marilene.

Could be related to his other photos.

You're saying that...

Marilene had a black on the side?

Why don't you say that a bit louder?

Evidently, these photos.

Have been taken from TV.

Its been right under my nose.

She looks a lot like Marilene.

This is fantastic news.

You're on the trail now.

''Investigate the Black''

So, you don't get it?!

She wanted to make him jealous!

Can't you turn it off?

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm a cunt.

Sorry.

I acted like a Sicilian.

A jealous Sicilian.

I'd be dead

before asking such questions.

I am also guilty.

It's funny that I made you jealous.

Clean slate?

I'll do better.

It's rarely been better.

I'll do my best to solve this case.

I thought you quit smoking?

No more smoking, no more drinking.

No more fucking...I think-

I will probably resume these bad habits.

Pass me a cigarette.

I've made 100 copies.

There is a constant...

They were beautiful women...

Living with one or more children...

and weren't monogamous...

A nurse who relieves-

Sociable, but not a whore.

And this barmaid?

And also a trainer...

A waitress at a cafe...

But she was popular.

She was rather bourgeois...

She divorced a mechanic...

She tried to catch up...

spent her time with playboys...

We're getting nowhere.

The Black is our only hope.

Is he in the file?

No, its difficult. I think-

that he's unknown to the police.

Anyway, it's not here.

Have you still not found-

this monkey? He was in our sights.

Journalists did a scoop!

Can't we get him?

Freedom of the press!

We must continue.

Lawyer called me.

Van Houtte, I'm counting on you!

Commissioner- my mobile and siren are broken.

We won't trap a murderer-

with a siren!

He'll hear us coming!

Think about it, young man.

Bunch of cretins!

You take the South...

All the Black bars... I'll take the North.

That crazy Deweert...

the port district.

No problem, ok?

Listen, you dimestore pimp-

I could break your face...

But I won't...

Let's do this friendly.

You'll do what I say.

Know this guy?

Never seen him.

I'll let you keep the photo.

If this guy shows up...

Phone me. Otherwise...

Turn down the music.

Or I'll shut this place down.

Stop it!

I've had enough of fucking you.

You are so hot.

I understand. The body's willing, but the spirits refuses.

Exactly.

Your nipples are hard.

Won't you listen to me!?

Five minutes.

From the start, I told you everything.

I've been honest with you.

I needed someone.

You were available, nothing more.

You know that I'm watching Rick.

You were lucky.

The police.

Did you say I was here?

Yes, that's why they left.

He only saw fire.

You had your only chance.

You are their prime suspect.

It's you that they want!

Faithful wife...

But you're sleeping with Bibi for 36 hours!

While the courageous husband...

spent a weekend in Bonn.

It's over!

I was dumped.

Why? I haven't

done anything wrong...

I make no demands.

You want to separate for a month? No problem.

You phone and I'll come.

You're not thinking about my feelings though.

Don't laugh at me!

You're just a travelling penis.

I never hear you complain.

See you soon. Good luck!

Five dead at the ring-road.

The survivors broke their legs.

What's the name of that bistro?

Victim No. 2-

-was having a drink...

Before and after work.

The Blue Bar. It's the

place where they saw Capriccio.

Funny place.

Do your homework, damnit!

With this Capriccio.

Call me down there.

I'm going to check out this stranger.

I've had enough of this dungeon.

Want to move in with Rick.

I love him.

Why's he so special? Your James Bond?

His gun? Anyway... He's not Goldfinger!

What's so special about him?

You're a pretty slut.

And you know how to use your muscles.

You want to have my baby.

Who said its your's?

Besides, its MY baby!

Police! Everyone outside!

Take out your garbage. It stinks.

These syringes were in the toilet.

I let my customers shit in peace.

Disgusting!

That's just what I thought.

Since when was he working here?

Two months? Perfect.

We're talkiing about you.

Thanks.

Within 2 minutes, I found...

traces of blood in the toilet

and a syringe full of heroin.

I just saw...

your rap sheet.

Two years for dealing - morphine...

Picked up fron Vondelpark in Amsterdam.

With a disabled girl of 13!

How did you get your licence?

And the work permit?

It's all legal.

Listen, I can do two things...

Bang you up for six months...

We lock up your type on sight...

or I'll take off the handcuffs...

I'll do what you want.

As soon as Kwatta turns up...

the guy in the photo...

you phone us...

And without warning,

Because, otherwise...

I'll call you.

It's not what you think.

You must believe me.

It's the last time

that I'll see him.

Rick, you can't leave.

Bitch!

I hate gladioli!

I'll bring out the camper bed.

I saw your lover...

A postcard.

I appreciate the gesture, but...

if I annoy you, say so.

Aren't we friends?

Head Office!

Send as many as possible.

I'm just around the corner.

Guy at the bar called.

Our Choco's drinking a coke.

Stop or I'll shoot!

He must be in one of these houses.

Circle the block and arrest-

all the blacks!

I repeat- cars 4,7,18,20-

get block D, section 2...

Arrest everyone that's black.

18 here, we have some light browns...

Arrest them too?

Send more vans. We're full up.

I've recovered my clothes.

Why? Because things didn't work out.

You've taken your leave?

Who''s responsible for the baby?

I don't know if its mine!

Listen to me, Ma.

Are you listening?

I need to return to my senses.

We'll see in a few months.

I need to go.

Incompetent moron!

We've seen you parade the town's entire black community.

And still we don't have the suspect.

In fact, we come to discover

his corpse in a bath

with a crayon up his nose!

Try get some fresh air

Or I'll have you directing traffic!

Can I speak to you?

I won't sleep with the others again.

Others. Plural?

You have to believe me.

I have more important things to worry about.

You want to destroy our marriage.

Have you come to make a scene?

Can't we just start over?

I dunno.

My thoughts are confused.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

Later? When later?

Please, Rick...

I've too many problems right now...

I've discussed it with Leslie.

What's it got to do with him?

He's a friend. A good friend.

Lord! You're like two homos!

Idiot! Don't make dirty insinuations!

You understand nothing!

Marilene visited me. My mother called.

Funny that you picked this quay.

My wife used to hang out here.

In the corner, investigating

a sailor, never the same twice.

Forgotten sailor...

Should we sprint?

I'll do my best...

You promised.

Give me a 15 metre head start.

15 metres? We said 10.

Go, forward march!

Like that you might stand a chance.

Wait- give me 15 metres!

Have you got him?

This is one for the Juvenile division.

Haven't been here for many moons.

They're photos of Leslie.

Yes, I know them.

Here's some I've never seen before.

It's not true.

Why not?

Look there. Copyright Leslie Werkers.

Leslie was a fashion photographer.

It's the 4th victim of the crayon killer.

I don't know what your relation is...

but one thing is certain.

He trusts you.

Why have you really come here?

Trying to win your husband back?

Forget it!

Running away was the intelligent solution.

What did these women ever do to you

to make you do this?

They killed my child.

These are the photos.

The mannequin with Souleye.

then with Leslie.

I trusted him.

In his dealings with my wife.

Here, it's posed and you see here

this is not my wife.

He said he was very close

using a zoom lense.

Eva, my wife.

Was once again with some or other sailor.

Both were drunk.

He was driving...

My son was sleeping

on the back seat...

She...

We guessed that she was

I suppose she was doing him

a fireman...

We've hit the brick wall...

Head over heels...

Car went up in flames...

Who's this?

That's Eva, Leslie's wife.

Was Eva.

Later, I met Diane again.

At a bar in the Hilton.

She drove me to her flat.

Her rich playboy was absent.

While we lay in bed...

her little daughter was

standing at the open door...

She watched us with magnificent big eyes.

The woman saw her there-

But felt no discomfort.

I did it for-

the little girl with the big eyes.

Absent mothers!

Was my duty.

Little nigger lover.

I know enough. It's embarrassing. -Let me go, you psycho!

Found anything?

They were all beauties.

Blondes, except for the Black...

They're all dead...

What's your wife doing in there?

Your mobile phone will be repaired tomorrow.

I beg you, Leslie, untie me.

I won't tell anyone...

I promise.

You won't go to prison...

They will treat you.

Central office, hello?

This piece of shit still doesn't work!

I'm doing it for Rick...

You will never make a good mother.

You will cause him a lot of grief.

I'm also doing it for you...

It's true...

For your own good!

You can imagine it

Being stuck in a car-

and the smell of flames...

And burning...

with your mother who is sleeping

in the back seat?

Young innocent children...

Whose fate lies in the hands...

of whores...

who frolic left and right...

Murderous nymphomaniacs.

We must put an end to them!

Please, I don't want to die.

Don't kill me.

I'm scared.

Nothing but a prick...

You won't feel anything...

It's very fast.

It won't hurt...

It's just one...

A slight retouch.

Where is she?

I did her for you.

Where is she?

Who? Eva?

In the living room.

I did it for you.

I thought you wanted me to get rid of her?

I did it for you.

You're my friend.

Foul species of maniac!

I don't want you two to lock me in!

I don't want to be locked in!

Don't come any closer!

I don't want to be caught...

You're my friend...

You're my only friend...

You're going to shoot?

Are you going to shoot me?

Give me 15 metres.

Please, 15 metres...

15 metres Leslie!