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I want out of here. If I don't do it now, then...

Just tell your bosses that nothing is planned this week.

Police. Stand still.

No no no.

Isn't Dad home yet? -No, he's lying drunk in the gutter.

I can't explain that. That is impossible.

Sorry, it's been in the water.

That pimple face is looking at you again.

A man was murdered on the picket fence last night.

With a uniform and orange sneakers.

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

Are you okay, Dad?

I was just about to give my daughter a hug and

something came up in me. Something dangerous.

Dead matter that becomes alive again, that is

pretty much, you could say, the Holy Grail.

I don't want to be a guinea pig.

I'm screwed, Styx. -It wasn't just the Chinese Rolexes.

You're right. I was not there. I was dead inside.

But that's all about to change, now.

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

Come on, we're out of here.

Since when do you smoke?

Hey.

It's okay.

Give me your cell phone.

I'm not going to walk away with it.

You can do something about that, right?

I call you.

Dad, you scare me.

Daddy?

Did you make that?

Are we awake?

You take Fran to the Chiro, right?

That's what we agreed on. -Yes.

And does Vic have to go somewhere? -No. Vic just stays home.

He's holding up well.

Your father.

You didn't forget, did you? -No.

I just didn't think he would actually do it.

He wants both of us there, so you just make sure you're there, yeah?

Go to the doctor, vomiting is not normal.

Anything else? -Take a shower, you stink.

And where are you going? -Sports with colleagues.

Dad... -Pack your things, let's go. Come, hurry.

Why do we follow mom?

We don't follow mom, I'll take you to the Chiro.

Grandpa's dying today, right?

Mom thinks I don't know, but I'm not stupid.

Honey, daddy has to watch the road.

Are we going to the Chiro now? -Yes, sorry for snapping like that.

It's okay, you're sad about grandpa.

Is this a suspect?

Did you bring that from home? -I know who that is.

We went here with school.

Come here.

What, you too? Do I smell that bad? -A little though.

I don't smell anything.

Come.

That's the killer's mask. What do you think it means?

An artistic nature? Or that you drank a lot that evening?

Jesus.

When was the last time you washed yourself?

Yes, sorry, I stink. But there are worse things.

Please let's focus on that.

There is no victim, that guy with his orange sneakers is nowhere to be found.

There is a bullet.

And you admit that you drank. -Damn it, Lina.

No 'Lina', it's 'commissioner'. And I've got better damn things to do.

Yes, I heard it. Why was I not aware of that action?

Am I suspected of something?

But if you...

Can you please act normal for once? This is about human smuggling, isn't it?

How long have we not known each other? Is that really the image you have of me?

Then prove it to me.

These are the little ones we picked up, but they don't tell us anything.

Bruno Debolle. That's where you have to start.

Hello, dude.

There's nothing wrong, don't worry.

I just have to ask some questions, like the others.

None of this means anything to you, does it?

I brought you something.

Just open it.

It gets very cold here in winter. -In the UK too.

Speaking of which.

People come and talk to you about your future.

About where you can and cannot go. -Thank you.

It suits you well.

You know what? Leave those questions alone.

If you want to talk, you know where to find me, right?

The people here have my number.

Take care of yourself.

Are you playing?

No. -I can teach you.

My name is Ben. -Nice to meet you.

And? -They all say the same thing.

They want to go to England and this was their last stop.

Ostend is quiet and safe, not like Calais. That's how it was sold to them.

So no talkers on that side either.

Styx has a plan.

You still mean it.

He wants to shadow someone. -Who?

Bruno Debolle's wife. -Man.

Her breadwinner is in jail, she has children.

Let's see where she goes when the money runs out.

We better follow Styx ourselves. -Funny you say that.

I just adjusted the schedule so that you always work with him.

Is there a better way to keep an eye on him without him knowing?

Yesterday it was still healing.

And, what do you think?

Heat and hot water are not ideal conditions

to preserve remains.

Embalming fluid.

That's from a funeral director?

Yes. That might help keep your body presentable for a little longer.

To slow down the dying process, I recommend that you go out into the cold more often.

It's winter, so that helps.

And the smell? Do I stink? People say I stink.

Indeed, you could use some perfume. Preferably something strong.

But it doesn't bother me myself. -Guard.

Should I smell something?

Sit down.

It really shouldn't be, but your brain still functions.

They are probably feeding on the energy in your cells.

Please note: that energy is finite. Once the cells have died...

your brain will reduce the so-called non-essential functions one by one.

So you will no longer have the functioning of your limbs, your senses.

Of course, when the energy is completely used up,

your consciousness will also slowly fade away.

So...

I am dead and I am dying.

Yes.

I'm sorry. -How long do you think I have left?

I have no idea. I have never experienced such a case, no one here.

You need help, Mr. Styx, and constant monitoring.

You really have no idea what this means for science.

You even owe it a bit to humanity.

Obliged? -Of course.

I don't owe anything to humanity.

I want to get my own life back in order first.

What if your feeling is correct and you

eventually pose a risk to the people around you?

That guy who shot me made me this way. If I find it...

And what if that man doesn't have an answer either? -He must have answers.

Hello, doctor.

Dad... -Hello, darling.

Bye, honey.

Did you have a good day? -Yes. I brought some samples.

Medical file, patient Styx.

The patient thinks I put him in

this state, but that's not the case.

The bullet must have killed him, yes.

But what can make a man a living dead?

I hope the samples can provide a definitive answer.

Do not worry.

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

You will become a masterpiece.

He will not come. -I will try again.

You've already called three times and he just doesn't come.

I'm sorry about your time, doctor, but I can't do it without Raf.

It will be another time. -No problem, Mr. Styx.

He promised he would come.

Asshole. I wring his neck.

Incredible. -I do not get it.

Come on, let's go shopping.

Yes, me too. I can not wait.

That's sweet. Me too.

Mom. -Fran calls. I see you tomorrow.

Yes, good night. Day.

What?

Sorry, I'm not hungry.

Don't look like that. -You're even paler than daddy.

Can I leave the table?

Finished?

Would you like to go to your room? Dad and I need to talk.

Are you going to argue? -We wouldn't dare.

I'm glad grandpa didn't die. -Frannie...

Yes, yes, I'm going to my room already. -I'll be right there.

Did you go to the doctor? -Yes.

Very healthy. Never been better.

Nice. So that wasn't the problem this afternoon.

Isabelle... -I don't understand.

How can you do something like that?

Was Dad mad? -Marcus forgives you everything. Even this.

We have to look at another date. You better be there this time.

He wants his son with him in his last moments.

And his daughter-in-law. -What is your point?

Have you told him yet? That you want to leave me?

I think I need coffee. -Isabelle...

Sorry, Isabelle. I shouldn't have said that. You know me.

Your hand is ice cold.

I know I still have a lot to make up for. Just give me some time.

Is that what it's all about? Want to gain time?

As long as Marcus is alive, I won't continue? -Of course not.

This is the lowest of the low. -Maybe I just don't want to lose him.

Maybe I can't miss him. Have you ever thought about that?

Yes, he is blind, he is suffering.

But it's still my dad.

I was there this afternoon, but I stayed around the corner.

What is this?

Why didn't you tell me that before?

I'm a closed mussel, maybe you're right.

But I can change, right?

I am changing.

Whether your father wants to go or not is not your decision.

Nor whether I stay or not.

Is someone there?

Bye dad.

Rafke, boy.

How are you, man? -I've decided to give it a name.

Who? -My tumor.

I don't have one yet, but maybe they have ideas in the maternity ward.

Sorry about this morning. -We'll find another day.

We just hope they don't send two bills.

Isabelle doesn't want to say it, but things aren't going well between you, are they?

She says she has someone else.

Can you blame her?

I'll pretend I don't know, that'll be for the best.

You'll be there next time, won't you? -Daddy...

I can't do it without you, I need you.

You want to die...

and I want to live.

What do you say?

Raf?

Raf, are you still there?

Raf?

Raf?

Hey, Mr. Styx. What is?

My son was here, Raf. Have you not seen him?

You must have been dreaming. Come, I will do your kisses good.

What is that camp bed doing there?

Did Dad sleep here? -Who knows.

You didn't see my phone, did you? -No, I already said that.

Do you really go to school like this? -Leave me alone.

Shit, shit.

Sorry, sorry.

Did you oversleep?

The surveillance, remember? Bruno Debolle's wife?

I tried to call you.

A little tip from Crevits.

Come on, we're late.

Come on in.

Fuck you.

I had to give you an update on your killer.

Or rather: about his possible victim.

We've circulated your description of the man nationally, but...

not a single description of missing persons matches.

Can you remember anything else that might be important to the investigation?

Will you please stop acting?

There is no investigation.

We both know that Crevits and you think I shot my own hand.

Those are your words.

You think I'm a corrupt bastard. Okay. But I think you're a striving slimeball.

Please stop pretending. Life is way too short.

Okay.

I think you gave tips to those smugglers.

I have nothing to do with human trafficking. -That's a denial to frame.

I'm going to get those guys. From the first to the last, they go to jail for years.

Then we both want the same thing. -Maybe.

But if you're involved... -Then you'll arrest me too.

Even if you thought they were only smuggling fake Dior.

Come. Or would you rather go to school?

Ah, pimple face.

What do you think? Maintenance money now that Bruno is in jail?

She wants more.

To let go?

Meat loaf with cranberries and mash today.

Raf has been here.

When? -Tonight.

Are you sure you weren't dreaming? -Raf has been here.

Okay. Okay, he's been here.

I want to live, he said.

What?

You want to die and I want to live, that's what he said.

Does he have something? Is something wrong with him?

This is Raphaël Styx's voicemail, call me back later.

Let's see if I can get a better view somewhere.

Hello, this is Joachim Delacroix's voicemail. Wait for the beep.

Hey.

Hello.

They're going to leave.

What? Look in front of you.

Do you hear that?

What's in the suitcase?

Hey, Styx... Jesus.

Maybe you should go take a look.

Come on, we're losing them.

Maybe something is loose.

Hey.

Hey. -Hi.

Sorry, come in. I just got out of the shower.

I was supposed to cook, but I just got home. Didn't you hear my messages?

No, I lost my cell phone.

Shit.

What?

He knows.

Raf, were you with your father last night?

You would tell me if something was wrong, right?

I mean, just because we're breaking up now doesn't mean...

I'm not home tonight. I asked Rhian to look after the children.

Okay.

Yes. We are here.

Does Cindy live here? -Yes, I live here.

Just put your bike there.

It is up to you.

Pimple head, what is it? You're not afraid, are you?

You either belong to us or you don't.

Who are you? -What have you done to me?

Who are you? -You have to help me.

What were you going to do? Were you going to kick my ass?

No. I had to kidnap you.

Kidnapping? Whose? -From a guy.

What kind of guy? -A guy in a mask.

Mask?

You have to help me. You have to help me, please. Please.

Where did you meet that guy?

Medical file patient Styx.

The patient's samples contain traces of a virus. Avian influenza.

It looks very much like a mutation of a bird flu virus. Possibly...

It's already five past one.

Man, I'm hungry.

Look in the fridge, there's still stuff in there.

That won't be of much use to you.

I've done my part, haven't I? You promised you would help me.

Yeah, if I had that guy with the mask.

Are you sure the email address is correct? -Yes.

Where is he then? -I don't know.

I just had to email if I had you. And then he would come with my money.

Is that yours? What is that?

Goddamnit.

Well, we can forget that too.

Can you help me? You promised. -Be silent. Let me think.

Look what you did to me.

You promised. You have to help me. Help me.

Help me. I'm hungry. Please.

Come.

Are you going to stand there? Come.

You wanted a test subject?

He stinks, doesn't he? I know.

I have my sense of smell back.

Did you do that?