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(dramatic music)

- [Police Dispatch] Alpha Alpha Four, Romeo Delta.

Come in, Romeo Delta.

- [Ray] This is Romeo Delta, go ahead.

- [Police Dispatch] 17 One North Street.

Residents complained about a penetrating smell.

- [Ray] Roger that, going to check on it.

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

- [Sam] Where did she come from?

Hey missy, missy, wake up.

Wake up!

- Alpha Alpha, this is Romeo Delta.

We need an ambulance on Cast Street,

so hurry up, please, and send us some back up.

- [Police Dispatch] Copy that.

- Roger, out.

(woman moaning)

- It's okay.

You're gonna be fine.

We're police officers.

What's your name?

- My name is Laurie.

- [Ray] Where do you come from and who did that to you?

- He was about to do the same to me...

As he did to the others.

- Who, Laurie?

Who was about to do the same to you?

- Jeff.

- [Sam] Okay, Jeff.

And where does Jeff live?

- Over there.

(eerie music)

- This is the place we were called to check out.

Listen up Laurie, an ambulance is on its way

to take you to the hospital,

so you're gonna be safe now, okay?

- Okay. - All right.

(tires screeching)

- Well it's about time.

I've been waiting here all bloody morning.

You know, they can smell it to number seven.

- We'll take care of that later, ma'am.

Is there a guy living here by the name of Jeff?

- Damen, why do you need to bother him for?

Did you know he got sacked?

- Yeah, but where does he live?

- Through the alley, on your right.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Now please go back in the house.

- But what about the smell?

- Later ma'am, for now please do as I tell you.

(birds chirping)

(knocking)

Police, please open up.

- Is he in trouble?

He is, isn't he?

I knew he was dodgy.

- Ma'am, please, step back into your apartment.

Now!

- As in right away!

(pounding)

- Police, open up!

- Don't we need a warrant for this?

- [Ray] Probable cause.

(suspenseful music)

(Sam coughing)

- What the...

I know that smell.

- Me too.

Unfortunately.

Our dear friend seems to have a special hobby.

- I think we just found the cause of the smell.

- What the hell happened here?

- [Sam] Fuck...

- [Ray] Step back and call on them.

- [Jeff] Laurie?

Laurie?

Laurie?

- Police!

(dramatic music)

- Fuck!

(Melissa struggling) Back off.

Or I'll cut her throat!

- Please, no, no! - Drop the razor.

Don't make this worse than it already is.

- Back off.

I bloody mean it.

- Put the razor down and let us work things out.

- I have nothing left to work out.

- For the last time,

put the knife down and let the woman go!

- I always do what I say. - Oh please, I can't breathe.

- I'll slit her throat, I tell you.

- Drop the razor, and let us work things out.

- I warned you.

I'm a man of my word. - Oh God.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- He's in there?

- Yeah, but I don't think you're ready for another night.

- Neither are you, since you have to keep guard.

- (chuckles) Don't tell me about it.

- Hi.

My name is Sam Kruger.

And you must be...

Jeff Damen.

- Yeah.

- Can I get you anything?

Water, coffee?

Anything?

- You're the nice cop, huh?

When does the bad one enter?

- Look, I'm the only one in charge with your case,

so I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to do with me only,

good ways or bad ways.

First impression's always paramount, they say.

- A six pack and some Luckys would be nice.

- The smokes, I can't arrange for.

And I don't think my superiors will agree on the booze.

- Coffee would be fine.

And it's for free, I hope?

- Yeah.

Why?

- 'Cause I don't pay for it.

Just like I don't pay for sex.

I will do anything to save money.

- Rich.

- Yeah?

- Can you get me a coffee and a Red Bull?

- Yeah, of course, shortly.

(phone ringing)

- Hi, Ray.

Yeah, about to question him.

Okay, stay there and process the crime scene.

And when you have everything bagged and tagged,

I'll see you down here at the station, okay?

Thanks, Rich.

- Thanks.

Good stuff, for a machine.

- Now...

Jeff.

Tell me about yourself.

- Well, I was born in Germany.

My dad was in the military.

And after the Cold War, we moved back over here.

- Okay.

A real European, so to speak.

- Maybe.

Uh, I guess so.

- So much for the small talk.

How come you did what you did?

- You want to know why I did what I did?

- It would be a good start.

- Well, Mr. Detective, I did what I did

because you said I did it.

But the question is, did I really do it?

I don't think it's in my good interest

to talk too much to you.

- Right.

This is just an informal chat.

Nothing official yet.

- Well, I hope so.

I do know the Saldus legislation.

And all this is off the records.

(upbeat jazz music)

- What can I get you?

- [Jeff] A gin tonic.

- Coming right up.

- What would you girls like to drink?

- They were too young for a guy like you.

Me on the other hand,

would gladly accept the drink.

(Jeff chuckles)

- Okay.

- Same for me.

I'm Barbara, by the way.

- Jeff.

- Looking for some company tonight?

(Jeff chuckles)

- That depends.

- 18 Euros, please.

- Keep the change.

- [Bartender] Thanks.

- A money man.

I like that.

Cheers.

- Yeah, money man.

My next stop is the nearest ATM.

- There's one near my place.

- Yeah.

And mine.

- Where do you live, anyway?

- In front of the gas station.

And a desert gauche house.

Nice and quiet.

- Sounds like a nice place.

- Just pass the gate,

and walk right through the back of the garden.

- Seems like a place with possibilities.

- You'd like to see it?

- Sure.

Let's go.

- First let's finish our drinks that were paid for.

It would be a shame to leave them behind.

- Whatever.

Before we go any further, I would like to discuss my fee.

- Fee?

What kind of fee?

- The fee to fuck me.

- God, you're a hooker?

- Do you think I start talking to you for your good looks?

I'm a working girl, and I need to pay the rent.

- I'm not paying for something

I could get for free elsewhere.

- Come on.

100 Euros.

I'm a bargain.

- Oh no.

You won't pull that trick on me.

And besides, I don't want to swallow antibiotics

because of some nasty disease you could give me.

- I'm clean and I use condoms.

- And I don't pay for sex!

(dramatic music)

I will never pay for sex.

Ugh.

(breathing heavy)

Free delivery...

(suspenseful music)

Of course.

(Jeff laughs)

My God.

- What's so funny?

- She's really in for some discipline.

She needs a real hard spanking.

- Who will spank who?

- Oh, Julie of course.

And Karin will have to punish her.

- What the hell are you talking about?

And where can I find this Julie and Karin?

- They used to live at my place.

We had a dom/sub menage a trois.

I mean, before I deleted them.

- What?

Deleted?

As in killed?

- No, not at all.

You really don't understand anything, do you?

- Rich.

- Yeah?

- Keep an eye on him.

Gotta do something.

- No problem.

- Julie and Karin?

Yeah.

Mmhmm.

Okay, Sam.

I'll check it out for you right away.

(birds chirping)

Hi, you guys seen Ray?

- [Blonde Medical Examiner] He's inside.

- [Stephanie] Thanks.

Ray?

- Steph.

- Gee, what a smell!

- Yeah.

And that's just the smell.

Go take a look in those barrels over there.

- Hmm.

- Oh, and Steph?

Better cover your nose.

- What the...

Oh!

(birds chirping)

(Stephanie gags)

God!

- Told you.

And there's more where that came from.

- More?

Fucking hell.

- I'll show you, follow me.

(suspenseful music)

Take a look in the freezer.

Something we overlooked, and some are burst in.

Our boy's trophy closet.

(Stephanie gags)

I believe he dissolved his victims,

threw the remains in the back of the garden,

and then kept these heads as some sort of trophy.

- What the fuck?

What's that medieval torture thing doing here?

- Yeah.

Medieval, exactly.

It's called a pillory.

Our guy seemed to be into S and M.

And I don't know want to know what he used it for.

But if you want to try it out--

- Hmm.

Don't get too excited.

What's behind the door?

- Be my guest.

Check it out.

Another slaughter room, I guess.

For when the shower was occupied by some other corpse.

Quite convenient, these walls.

- Ceramic.

Won't leave a speck of blood.

And nobody saw anything?

How long do you think this has been going on?

- It needs further examination,

but I think for months already.

Well, that's about it for our tour.

Please don't forget the guide.

- Gotta go, Sam.

- Tell me, Jeff--

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

Kruger speaking.

What?

In his place?

In Damen's place?

Okay, thanks.

- Don't tell me, your colleague met Julie and Karin?

- No, she didn't.

But she did discover something else, in your freezer.

- Company, for a rainy day.

- Jesus Christ, Jeff.

- Oh no.

Don't think God and company are involved in this.

(suspenseful music)

(keyboard clacking)

- Bingo.

(keyboard clacking)

(razor scraping)

(knocking)

- Who is it?

- [Delivery Woman] Your internet delivery.

- Yeah.

Yes?

- Your internet delivery, sir.

Sign here. - Thanks.

(pen scraping)

- Thank you.

Have a nice day.

- Bye.

(birds chirping)

(tape ripping)

(barbed wire rustling)

(knocking)

You forgot something?

You?

- Yeah, hi.

- What do you want?

- I want to apologize for my behavior last night.

- Really?

- Yeah.

(chuckles)

I come on strong sometimes.

Can I--

- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

- And that's on the house.

(bat thuds)

(Barbara groans)

(Barbara moaning) - Apology accepted.

(Barbara whimpering and crying)

You will never, ever go anywhere else.

Consider yourself as my test case for the greater good.

Do you understand?

(Barbara crying)

Oh yeah, nice of you to crawl to my shower,

so I don't have to drag you in there when you're dead.

(Barbara crying)

- [Barbara] Why?

- Come on!

Come!

(Barbara crying)

(barbed wire rustling)

(Barbara wailing)

(Barbara choking and crying)

Look what you did, you bitch!

My whole shower covered in your blood.

Do you know how much cleaning this takes?

- Please...

(choking)

Let me go...

I won't tell...

Anyone...

- You won't tell anyone?

With your face all covered in scars and blood?

Do you really believe they won't ask questions?

What will you say?

"This is my Halloween mask"?

- Please,

(coughing)

I'll stay silent,

until I'm covered.

- Talk, talk, talk. (Barbara gurgling)

Fuck, fuck!

This is not a good start for a serial killer with a mission!

(Barbara choking and gurgling)

Damn!

(Barbara choking and gurgling)

Gosh.

A fountain of blood.

Just what I needed.

(Barbara choking and gurgling)

(birds chirping)

Melissa?

- Yes, Jeff?

What do you want?

- Well, um, I'm, I'm preparing a meal for my girlfriend.

- Oh, girlfriend eh?

- Yeah, and I need a good, big knife to cut a roast.

Maybe you could help me out?

- You want me to cut your roast?

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I just uh, I just want to borrow a big, sharp knife.

- A knife?

Hang on, let me look.

- [Jeff] Yeah, thanks.

(suspenseful music) (Barbara gurgling)

- Here you are.

- Ah. - Brand new.

- [Jeff] Thank you very much.

I'll bring it back right away.

- Ah, don't bother, you can keep it.

It was a wedding gift from the old bat next door.

- Nice.

Thank you.

- See ya.

(Barbara gurgling)

- I'm such a loser.

I want to slit your throat,

and I don't even have a knife to do the job with.

Even worse, I had to borrow one from my nosy neighbor.

(Barbara gurgling)

(Jeff imitating gurgling)

You make funny noises.

The barbed wire fucked up your vocal cords, I guess.

Don't worry.

I'm about to end your agony.

(suspenseful music)

(Barbara gasping)

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Couldn't you wait another minute, you stupid cunt?

Don't die on me yet!

(Jeff sighs)

Damn.

(knife clattering)

(water spraying)

- Barbara.

She was the first?

- Sort of.

- What do you mean, "Sort of"?

- Well, I'll call it, my general rehearsal.

She was not on my to-do list.

But on the other hand, she fit on that list.

All the ones who followed are girls and women

nobody would miss.

And in fact, so was Barbara.

But with her being the first, I learned from my mistakes.

More specifically, how not to do things.

- "Not to do things"?

- Killing without making such a mess.

I like to keep it clean, you know?

But I never succeeded in doing so.

Not even when I began getting the habit of it.

Fortunately, I bought bleach.

It was never supposed to be used on her but,

it came in very handy.

(suspenseful music)

(bolt cutters snipping)

(blood dripping)

- [Melissa] Dad?

What are you doing over there?

Here's your cane.

Hang on, old man.

Your glasses.

Come on, let's go back inside.

(bleach splashing)

- [Sam] So with Barbara, it seemed you got lucky, big time.

- Call it whatever you like.

But from my point of view,

it was an amateurish job the whole line.

Things had to get better, a lot better.

- [Sam] And did it?

- I may sound pretentious,

but I think they got better after each visit.

- [Sam] Visit?

Kill, you mean?

- Visit, I prefer.

The K word may seem a bit strong, in the current context.

(bolt cutters snipping)

(suspenseful music)

(keyboard clacking)

And so our plans slowly came together.

- "Our plans"?

Yours?

- Yes.

No...

Julie's, Karin's and mine.

Julie and Karin were about to make a date with two sisters.

And I found out a way to dispose of the bodies,

and how to get rid of all the other evidence.

I got stuck with Barbara's clothing,

and I had to get rid of it.

So I had to wash it first

to remove all traces of DNA.

And I do not own a washing machine.

- So what?

(Jeff grunts)

(water pouring)

(birds chirping)

- Nitrohydrocholic acid.

Better known as King's Water.

Three parts of concentrated hydrochloric acid,

and one part of concentrated nitric acid, mixed together,

gives you the strongest acid in the world.

Hmm.

In several apartment buildings,

people living on the first floor

don't know who lives on the seventh or eighth.

- What about it?

- Well, many of these buildings

have washing rooms in the basement.

You only have to find a way to get in,

blend in with the residents,

and then the story, you can do laundry for free.

- You really would do anything to save a buck, huh?

- Sure.

In times of economic crisis, you have to be creative.

I learned that from the Dutch.

And in fact, that's how I met Laurie.

(dramatic music)

- Hi there.

Haven't seen you around here.

You a new resident?

- No, no, I do my auntie's laundry.

She lives on the eighth floor.

- Well, not many people living here, mainly senior citizens,

making me the youngest here.

Damn.

- What?

- Forgot my fabric softener.

Can you keep an eye on my basket while I go get--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, no problem.

- [Laurie] Thank you, I live on the first floor.

I won't be long.

- Okay, it's my pleasure.

(suspenseful music) (inhaling deeply)

- Hey.

Thanks for watching my stuff.

- You're a student?

- When my parents died a few years ago,

I traveled the world.

But then, the money ran out,

and I ended up here.

I've been working as a waitress ever since.

But recently, I managed a scholarship for the University.

And now I'm combined studying and work,

making me the oldest girl in the classroom.

- And a very pretty one.

- Oh, thank you.

- I ran out of cigarettes.

I hope to see you again.

- Yeah, right.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

- Hi, can I help you?

- Uh, well, yeah.

I was just passing by and I saw these...

Empty plastic barrels.

- What about them?

- Well I was wondering if I could buy some of them?

- Oh, no, you can't buy.

- Oh, sorry for bothering, then.

- But you can have them for free if you like.

- Oh.

- They're garbage to us anyway.

- Whoa, well then, thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

- And so I got an important part of my stuff

without anyone asking questions.

- Such as?

- The chemicals I needed to dispose of

whatever was left of Barbara.

And eventually, all those who would become ours.

- "Ours"?

- Yes.

Karin, Julie and me.

The remains were decomposing, so I had to act quickly.

Fortunately, a factory in my neighborhood

produced a penetrating smell day and night.

Frequently, neighbors complained,

but nobody did anything about it.

So it came in handy.

A bad smell, more or less, doesn't make a difference.

Right?

I found out when the workers at the plant had their break,

time for me to start working.

(suspenseful music)

- [Bald Worker] Let's get the back of this truck closed up.

- Hey guys.

There's something wrong with engine number three.

Come on, can you come and take a look?

- What, you mean it's on fire?

- I don't know.

(dramatic music)

(gagging and coughing)

- My God...

(coughing)

(liquid splashing)

(coughing)

(barrel scraping)

(dog barking)

King's Water wasn't the best product

to dissolve a human body.

As you will discover very soon.

- [Sam] So you started looking for alternatives?

- Yes I did.

- And?

What did you find?

- Well I found out that there was this Hungarian reverend

who killed several of his family members,

and dissolved them in a bathtub with pipe cleaner.

Finding that very exact product,

and buying from different supermarkets

wouldn't raise any suspicion.

- Well, did ya?

- Well initially it was this stuff.

But very soon, it seemed that the product

wasn't strong enough for human flesh.

- So?

What did you do?

- Well, I did some research.

Amazing what you can find on the internet.

This stuff was the product to start with,

but the formula needed to be adjusted.

Concentrated sulfuric acid,

in combination with concentrated sodium hydroxide

did the job.

- [Sam] Don't tell me you found this stuff on the net

in such amounts?

- No, of course not.

I stole it from the chemical plant

a few blocks away from my place.

That went fine.

At least for a while.

(suspenseful music)

(coughing and gagging)

God!

(coughing and gagging)

(groans)

(coughing and gagging)

(ladle smacking)

- How come the cooking pot didn't dissolve?

- Ooh.

Been asleep during the chemistry lessons at school, huh?

I sure hope you're better cop.

(Sam scoffs)

- If I were to be interested in chemistry,

I would have been a CSI.

- Yeah, whatever.

But listen up.

You may learn something here.

Concentrated sulfuric acid encountered with iron

puts a layer of iron oxide on the pot,

which stops the dissolving process.

- Right.

I'll keep that in mind, if I want to dissolve someone.

- As they say, you're never too old to learn.

(pot boiling)

Completely gone.

(ladle smacking)

Warming it up accelerates the process.

Yeah.

(ladle smacking)

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

That's it.

They just bought this.

(keyboard clacking)

- [Tammy] You sure it's here?

- Can I help you?

- Oh yes.

We are looking for the Damen residence?

- Residence?

Is that how he calls it now?

(Melissa laughs)

Well, you'll find the Damen residence

through the alley on your right.

- Thank you.

- They're in for a surprise.

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- [Wilma] What's wrong, sis?

- I don't know, I feel...

- Me too.

I feel frightened, but very excited at the same time.

We've been talking about this for weeks now,

meeting a dominatrix, getting out deepest desires fulfilled.

I'm pretty sure you're feeling as wet between your legs

as I am.

- Yeah, but...

- But what?

- [Tammy] I don't know, sis.

- Getting cold feet?

- Sort of.

It doesn't feel right.

- Why?

We've been talking about this for weeks now.

Just last week, we fantasized about it,

and we had the best orgasm in weeks.

- I know, but still.

You go and enjoy yourself.

I'll sit in the car and wait for you?

- It really could take a while because I'm so horny.

- You go.

I'll wait, and then, you can turn me on by telling me

all about it.

(kissing)

(knocking)

- Hi.

It's Wilma.

Tammy couldn't make it.

Mistress Karin?

(bat thuds)

(sighs)

(Wilma struggling)

(Wilma coughing)

- I hope the session matched up with all your expectations.

- Please...

Don't, please.

Tell me this all part of your game.

- Oh, my game for sure.

(upbeat pop music)

(sighs)

I really should leave you in the hands of Mistress Karin.

Don't you think?

(Wilma whimpering)

(suspenseful music)

(Wilma coughing)

Always be careful what you wish for.

And beware...

Of fakers like me on chat boxes.

But by now, I suppose you understand

that Mistress Karin is nothing but a fake profile.

(Wilma crying)

- [Wilma] No...

- But I will kill you the same way she would have.

Or her slave girl, Julie.

Now I hope you understand, they could not be here today.

But in a way, they are.

If you get what I mean.

They should write a book about me.

Don't you think?

Or even better, make a movie.

(Wilma whimpering)

Okay, okay.

Enough talking for now.

(Wilma gurgling)

(upbeat pop music)

(Wilma gurgling) (suspenseful music)

(Jeff moaning)

(air whooshing)

(Karin moaning)

(Wilma gasping)

(air whooshing)

(Jeff moaning)

- [Tammy] Wilma?

(screaming)

Wilma!

No, please, leave me alone!

- You couldn't wait for me? - Please!

- You can drown in your girlfriend!

(Tammy sobbing)

(blood splashing)

(Jeff grunting) (Tammy coughing)

(blood splashing)

(Tammy sputtering) Tough one, huh?

- [Tammy] Help me!

No!

(blood burbling)

(Jeff grunting)

(Tammy coughing)

(blood splashing)

(birds chirping)

- My God...

- No God was involved, believe me.

We played God, and decided over life and death.

And that was just the beginning.

- "We"?

You.

I gather Karin and Julie

are just a figment of your imagination.

You don't look crazy to me.

Nor do you look schizophrenic.

So stop acting as if you were.

Okay.

Proceed.

- With the exception of Barbara,

they were the first two to fit in our collection.

Say hello to daddy.

Don't you worry.

You will not be separated.

Hi, Barbara.

Here's some company.

(water spraying)

(Sam sighs)

- I think this calls for a break.

- Suits me.

I'm not going anywhere, so it seems.

- Yeah.

You sure can count on that.

- You all right, sir?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I gotta take a leak.

- Okay.

- If he tries something...

Shoot him.

- [Rich] I will.

- You're married?

Children?

- A daughter.

To turn about 18 next month.

- Isn't it hard to be a family man, and a cop?

I mean, you have night shifts.

And with the wife and child home, alone...

I mean, you never know what could happen

when you're busy protecting society against evil guys,

like me, huh?

(suspenseful music)

Many of your colleagues are divorced, I guess?

Marriage cannot stand the long hours,

the night shifts.

And who knows?

Your wife may run off with another guy,

just to escape the lonely nights.

Or maybe she discovers Sappho's hidden secrets?

It wouldn't be the first time a married woman ends up in bed

with the neighbor's wife.

Imagine your wife eating some pussy, and licking her juices.

- I think you better shut up, you sick fuck,

and wait until the interrogation detective returns.

Okay?

- Well, officer, maybe I could be

an interrogation detective.

Maybe my questions would put your marriage

back into the right perspective.

Maybe your wife is fucking your best friend,

with his girlfriend, in a passionate threesome.

How horny would that be, huh?

Or maybe your daughter is, without your knowing,

selling her body in front of a webcam.

Maybe she's showing dangerous guys like me

her crack of heaven.

You see that nicely shaved pussy and those hard nipples.

Have you ever wondered where she got all that money

to buy all those expensive things,

such as the latest iPhone?

It sure is a pity allowance you give her.

Gosh.

I feel a hard-on coming already.

- Shut up...

Shut up, shut up, sick fuck!

- Oh no, I won't shut up.

Who knows, your wife and daughter maybe are doing it

at this very moment?

She licking her mother down below,

the place she came out of, to see the light of day,

18 years ago.

Imagine...

You coming home earlier than before.

There's nobody in the living room, nobody in the kitchen.

And as you go up the stairs,

you hear that moaning coming from your bedroom.

And yes, you discover your wife and your daughter

with the neighbor, in a horny 69 position.

And they're licking each other, reaching an orgasm,

one you were never able to give your wife.

So your daughter had to do it instead.

- That's enough!

I don't want to hear another word from you.

- Who says your daughter is your daughter?

Ever done a DNA test?

I guess your wife is quite a pretty woman,

and many of your colleagues

don't understand why she married a loser like you.

Maybe one of your colleagues

made a secret rendezvous with her.

And while you were patrolling the streets,

the guy, a cop, a colleague,

with a cock far more impressive than yours,

came to please your wife and got her pregnant.

And she made you believe that the baby was yours.

And if your daughter is a pretty girl,

which I believe she is,

I wouldn't be surprised at all.

What better reason do you have

to feel the moist between your daughter's legs?

Or feel the narrow opening of her tiny asshole?

That you have watched so many times

with that little hard thing hidden in your pants,

feeling the urge to squeeze out come

into her perfect young body?

- Shut up, you sick fuck!

I won't tell you again!

- You don't like hearing the truth, huh?

- You can't talk about my family like this,

you motherfucker!

Do you understand?

Don't talk like this about my family!

Or I'll make you the motherfucker disposed of--

- Hey, no, no, no!

Leave him alone!

- I'll fucking get that fucking asshole!

I will kill you!

I will kill you!

I'll kill you, you scumbag of the streets, son of a bitch!

(Jeff sighs)

- To protect and to serve, not.

- Stop whining.

(Jeff groans)

And that's for what you did to a fine police officer,

who never lost his temper in 25 years of service.

(Jeff groans)

And that one...

On the house, motherfucker.

- I think it's about time my lawyer arrives.

- Okay.

I could use a break anyway.

Ray!

- [Ray] What's up, Sam?

- Can you take over?

- Oh, sorry.

The M.E. awaits me for the identification of the victims.

Or at least, what's left of them.

- I could fill in, if you want.

- You?

Yeah, why not?

A female point of view might be productive.

- True.

And uh, oh yeah, don't forget,

he asked for a lawyer.

- Let's first see how he reacts to Mistress Stephanie.

- [Sam] Good luck.

You'll need your whip.

- Yeah.

But him over your knee and spank him.

- Gladly.

So, I'm taking over.

(air whooshing)

- Finally, the bad cop.

I want to press charges against your colleague.

And where the fuck is my lawyer?

- Stuck in a traffic jam, I guess.

And you can press charges all you want.

But first, I want to hear the rest of your story.

I said, go on with your story.

- Sure.

(suspenseful music)

(body parts thudding)

(barrel scraping)

(birds chirping)

(car bell dinging)

- Laundry Man, we meet again.

- Yes we do.

If you want, we can go for a coffee or something.

- I'll keep a rain check, if you don't mind.

- Okay then.

(dramatic music)

(car engine starting)

You want a ride?

- I don't know if that's a good idea, I mean,

your girlfriend will--

- Girlfriend?

What girlfriend?

- Well, I saw some girly items lying in your laundry basket.

- Oh that, no, no, no, you're wrong.

That's my neighbor's wife's stuff.

She's got the flu.

When I do my own laundry on my own,

I took hers along as well.

I hope she doesn't care.

- Oh, I see.

- [Jeff] The ride still stands.

- I think I'll survive the last 100 meters.

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(can clattering)

(keyboard clacking)

- The internet is a dangerous place for naive individuals.

It's strange how many people bought my small talk.

Or better, what Mistress Karin and slave Julie sold them.

And so it went on and on.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Or a husband?

- Girlfriend.

She's an investigating judge.

You may come to meet her later on.

- Oh yes.

Lesbians.

Sappho's antics are every man's fantasy.

Two women having sex.

I always get a hard-on just by thinking about it.

You know, I can imagine things.

Like you and your girlfriend naked on a hot summer night.

Your damp skins sweating.

You both eating pussy.

Sucking each others fluids.

- I don't need your comments on something

you know nothing about.

- Know nothing about?

I think most of the hetero men know all about

lesbian lovemaking.

Lesbian porn is mainly watched by straight guys,

which are common in front of a computer screen.

Am I wrong, or what?

- You really are a son of a bitch.

- Indeed.

But one with a vision.

- Shut the fuck up!

Back to business.

How many other victims were there?

Answer that question.

- Enough for me to run out of chemicals.

(discordant music)

- [Short Haired Worker] Oi, what are you doing?

- You need to put the chemicals down,

mate, they're dangerous.

- Yes, nice and slow.

Nobody will get hurt.

(liquid sloshing)

(Jeff grunting)

(workers coughing violently)

- Gee, that was close.

Whew.

(sighs)

- Believe me.

You will be locked up for the rest of eternity,

and nobody will ever hear about you again.

- That's what you think.

Believe me, I have more than one card up my sleeve.

- [Stephanie] If you say so, but tell me,

what did you need their heads for?

- They were for a very special occasion.

- What kind of special occasion?

- My personal harem.

- Your what?

- Yes.

My very special personal harem.

- [Stephanie] And with what purpose?

- Well, I don't think you really want to hear this,

since this may become a very X-rated story.

- Try me.

- Don't tell me afterwards I didn't warn you.

- I was the youngest of seven, and six brothers,

so I can stand by men.

- No wonder you became a lesbian.

I sure hope so, because this is not for the faint of heart.

- [Receptionist] Hello.

- [Sam] Detective Sam Kruger.

I'm looking for the room of Laurie Holmes.

- Room 39.

That way, sir.

- [Sam] Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- I'm detective Sam Kruger.

How you doing?

- I had better days.

- Do you mind me asking you a few questions?

- No.

- How did you meet Jeff Damen?

(Laurie sighs)

- At the basement laundry room,

my apartment building one day.

I called him Laundry Man.

Hey, Laundry Man.

What have you been up to?

It's been a while since I saw you here.

Nothing wrong with your aunt, I hope?

- No, no.

I've been kind of busy.

I did some job interviews, and I had uh,

to study for a chemistry exam.

- Oh.

- You know, stuff like that.

- Yeah.

- And had some pizza takeaway for you so to speak.

- Oh.

- How about you?

- Well, still studying and working at the cafeteria.

Nothing special.

But, how about collecting that rain check

from a few weeks ago, while the laundry is in the machine?

My place is on the first floor.

- Oh, sounds great.

(Jeff grunting)

- Wait, wait, let me help you a bit.

(soft music)

Relax, enjoy.

It will get hard by itself.

(Jeff moaning)

Wait, maybe this will do the job.

(Jeff moaning)

Great feeling, huh?

- Oh, yeah.

(Jeff breathing heavy)

- It's been a while since you've been with a woman?

- Sort of.

- Try stroking yourself, I'll turn around again.

(Jeff grunting)

- Come on huh, what more are you waiting for?

- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I can't do it.

This isn't working.

(suspenseful music)

- Wait a minute!

- Forget this ever happened.

It isn't your fault, believe me.

It really isn't.

This whole idea was a big mistake.

- Whatever problem you may have,

I'm sure we could work it out.

- It was really your fault.

It's better we don't meet again.

I'm so sorry.

- Jeff!

Your wallet!

(keyboard clacking)

(suspenseful music)

(knocking)

Anyone?

Jeff?

It's me, Laurie.

You lost your wallet.

(Laurie screaming)

- You are here now, you will stay here.

- No!

- Oh yes! - No!

(Laurie screaming)

No!

(Laurie screaming)

- [Melissa] Bloody hell.

How am I supposed to sleep with them banging like rabbits?

(dog barking)

(Melissa sighs)

(knocking)

Jeff!

(dog barking)

(pounding)

- [Jeff] Oh, hi.

- Could you please keep it quiet,

or I will call the cops.

- Yes, uh, we were playing a little bit rough here.

I'm sorry, Melissa.

We will be quiet now.

Good night, Melissa.

I said, good night, Melissa.

And sorry for the disturbance.

(sighs)

Laurie...

Damn you, Laurie.

(Laurie breathing shallowly)

(Laurie crying softly)

(Laurie breathing rapidly)

Girls...

Do you think she needs to be punished?

You see?

They all agree.

(Laurie breathing rapidly)

Meet Barbara.

She was the first to join my harem.

She also couldn't resist coming here, uninvited.

Just like you.

I must be a very special person,

if that's what they all want.

Don't you think?

(Laurie coughing)

These are Wilma and Tammy.

I met them on a chat site.

I told them that I was serving a mistress and a slave.

And we were looking for female slaves to expand our plate.

They bought my shit.

And after a while, they wanted to meet us.

For an initiation into pain and lust.

As you can see, they got it big time.

As they say, always be careful with what you wish for.

They all believed me.

And all became part of my collection.

My sweet, loving harem.

(Laurie crying and breathing rapidly)

And she...

Well, she's the victim of, say, circumstances.

And with you also, Laurie...

I faked.

(Laurie mumbling)

Wait, wait.

Let me take the gag off.

So we can have a civilized conversation.

(Laurie coughing)

- Couldn't squirt your come in me?

- Not what I like to hear, Laurie.

Was removing the gag a mistake?

- It wasn't me.

It was you.

I was wet enough between my legs,

but whatever I tried,

you couldn't get it up.

It remained a tiny, miserable little thing

hanging between your legs.

Even when I helped you.

(Laurie crying)

No, Jeff, please...

(crying)

No, no, Jeff!

(sobbing)

Jeff, please!

(yells)

- I'll show you what I mean.

- Jeff, please!

- So, Barbara...

You finally get what you wanted, without me paying you.

So now blow me, you bitch!

And you!

Look at me!

(Jeff grunting)

(Laurie crying)

(Jeff moaning)

(Laurie crying) (Jeff moaning loud)

Free of charge.

(Laurie crying)

(Jeff moaning)

(Laurie sighing)

- And this went on, head after head...

For hours.

Sometimes, he had to wait for a while.

But...

(sighs heavily)

If he felt another one, you know, a hard-on coming--

- Yeah.

I understand.

- He continued to prove it was all my fault.

He couldn't come with me.

- And how did you manage to escape?

(air whooshing)

(birds chirping)

- Good morning, girls.

I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did.

(discordant music)

Did you?

(Laurie crying and breathing rapidly)

(Laurie coughing)

I'm so glad to announce you,

that soon, you will have another girlfriend to join you.

This one took longer than usual,

'cause I ran out of the proper products.

I'll soon get new ones.

But first, I'll put you back.

So your lovely faces will remain intact

for our next romantic evening.

You see, I'm not such a bad guy after all.

I'm very concerned about your well-being,

even after you stop breathing.

(Laurie crying and breathing rapidly)

(Laurie coughing)

(Laurie groaning)

- [Laurie] No, Jeff, no!

No!

No, no!

- [Jeff] Oh yes.

- No!

(Laurie screaming)

No, you can't, please!

No!

- [Jeff] Come on!

(Laurie screaming)

- [Laurie] No!

(Jeff grunting) (Laurie screaming)

Jeff--

- [Jeff] Stay!

(Laurie sobbing)

(discordant music)

- [Sam] And he left you all alone?

- Yes.

He left me bleeding in the bathtub.

But, I heard the door slam,

so I supposed he left.

Yes, I was in agony.

(discordant music)

(struggling)

(grunting)

(sobbing)

(body thudding)

(struggling and sobbing)

Come on...

(grunting and sobbing)

- Jeff, Jeff!

Could you put your dumpster out?

- Now?

Really?

- Do I look like a dustman?

And get a move on.

- Stop nagging, you old bitch.

(Melissa scoffs)

(garbled police radio chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

- [Sam] Where did she come from?

(Laurie moaning)

- Jeff.

- [Sam] Okay, Jeff.

And where does Jeff live?

Over there.

- I always keep my word.

- Don't do it. (Melissa sobbing)

(gunshot)

(Melissa groaning)

(razor clattering)

(knocking)

- Good day, detective.

- Counselor Summers.

- I'm representing Mr. Damen at present.

I'd like to have a moment in private.

- Of course, sir.

- Before you go detective, I would like to point out

that according to Saldus Law,

a lawyer needs to be present at all times,

if you want anything that I have told you

to have any juridical value.

Something which wasn't the case a few moments ago,

if I am correct.

And furthermore, I'm gonna press charges

against the police force,

for excessive violence and behavior.

- Duly noted.

Detective, can we?

- Of course, sir.

- Here.

Here's my card.

- [Laurie] Thank you.

- If you need anything, just give me a call.

- I will.

- Thank you for your time.

- Detective?

- Yes?

- Lock him up.

And throw away the key.

- You can count on me.

(camera shutters clicking)

- Counselor, a statement, please?

- First off, there is the complaint of my client,

Jeffrey Damen, against the police force,

for brutalities against his person

and the careless way in which the interrogation

of the suspect was conducted by the investigating officers.

Neglecting the Saldus Law, the court of appeal has decided

that all accusations against my client are void.

Furthermore, the court of appeal ordered

the immediate release of Jeffrey Damen,

and all accusations against his person are invalid.

My client, Mr. Damen, was immediately released

after hearing the verdict.

And will, in addition, receive, from the Belgian State

a compensation for damages done

not higher than 36,000 Euros.

This, for police brutalities committed against his person.

Thank you.

(camera shutters clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(keyboard clacking)

(discordant suspenseful music)