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DAY 65

3 WEEKS EARLIER

- I want my money back. - Yes, who doesn't?

You'll get it back because the bank is liable. Isn't it, Frans?

Frans?

- Not in this case. - Why not?

Because a bank is never liable for the bankruptcy of a reinsurer.

But it is responsible for the money we entrusted to it, isn't it?

Responsibility for an investment always lies with the investor.

- Viviane? - You said it was solid.

- That nothing could happen. - It was solid, rock solid.

Yes, it was printed on glossy paper in full colour.

I believed in it myself.

And I've lost a lot of money too.

And what is Werner saying?

I haven't been able to get hold of him.

He really took us for a ride!

- Yes. - We're not stupid, you know.

We knew exactly what we were signing up to and we knew why too.

We don't have to leave here, do we?

SCRATCH MY BACK

I wanted to do this myself.

Create something that was mine.

Not just something to make loads of money from.

A worthwhile project, something genuine. Something that was useful.

The umpteenth dream of the umpteenth idiot goes up in smoke.

You slept with Werner, didn't you?

It wasn't like that.

It really wasn't like that.

What was it like?

It was just...

Werner...

They pressured me to do it, my job was at stake.

And it really was a fantastic solution for you.

But there was a risk. There's always a risk, but it was small, tiny.

Who would've thought that Bach & Goldstein would collapse? No one.

There was a tiny chance the Federal Reserve would save the bank, but...

it didn't happen.

You used me.

I never intended to.

It's the last thing I would've done. Honestly, I really didn't. Believe me.

We'll work it out.

I'll do all I can to repair the damage.

- I'll sell my house, if necessary. - Sylvia will like that.

She'll have to.

I'm getting a divorce.

- I love you, Viviane. - That's all I need...

- Go, get out. - Viviane.

Get out.

PUBLIC AUCTION LA BELLE EPOQUE RETIREMENT HOME

Just like that? What about us?

I've contacted your social worker and put in a good word for all of you.

Tomorrow's your last day.

Most residents have already found somewhere else,

so there's not much to do here any more.

But thank you.

You've done fantastically well. All of you, you really have.

Go and get changed now.

Thank you for everything. I'm going to miss you.

Goodbye.

Shit. Who knows where they'll put us now?

Yes.

I'll finish at the end of the week.

And I'm going to Paris..

- Really? - Yes.

There's a huge shortage of hairdressers there at the moment.

You can laugh. Flo is looking for an apartment.

- What are you going to do there? - Dance.

- At the Crazy Horse. - What's that?

- It's a topless joint. - I'm coming too!

- Whatever. - Is your mum picking you up tonight?

- Could I get a lift? - No, I'm walking.

Walking? To your house?

Yes.

Joyce, I know I've asked a lot of you,

but if you could stay for a few more days, it would be a great help.

I can't.

I'd like to, but I'm starting at the hospital the day after tomorrow.

Sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have asked.

And if I were you, I wouldn't show my face around here too much today.

I've heard that some of them want to sue you.

I couldn't predict Live Life.

No, not you. But...

Maybe Werner could.

Just in time. Can you do the carrots?

Of course.

Hey, I could always come to see you, if you like.

It's not always about you, princess. You're not the only one leaving.

Yes. Sorry. I thought...

But they always need chefs at the seaside, so you won't...

Sverre, it's not about me either.

Joyce.

Go on, get on with it.

Mum, honestly. You should have discussed it with me beforehand.

How can you take such a risk without discussing it with me?

- I don't believe it! - Darling.

Why does everything revolve around money for you?

There are other things in life.

Not everyone is as well off as you. And now they definitely aren't.

Well?

Did you tell her?

With all due respect, that's between mother and daughter.

Financial derivatives are investment products

whose value is based on other goods.

For example, shares, oil, real estate.

- Like the retirement home? - Yes, like the retirement home.

Have you lost all your money too?

I'm not that stupid.

Could you lend me 10,000 euros then?

- I need 10,000 euros. - Why?

- To invest. - Nouri.

Why?

That's nothing compared with what she'll do if I can't pay.

She? Who is she?

Go to the police.

10,000 euros.

Forget it. I understand.

No. Werner isn't here at the moment.

OK. I'll tell him, Mrs Speltinckx.

Yes. Bye, Viviane.

Thanks, Peter. Arrange an appointment with Ludo Mertens for me ASAP.

Golfing, so he'll come.

And send me the Live Life computer simulations.

Right then.

Hey!

Honestly!

- You have to do something for me. - Not again.

You'll have to lose your virginity to someone else.

It's not for me. This time.

It's for Gilbert.

Like in the good old days.

What do you mean?

I wasn't always a good girl, you know.

Do you know what we'll do when we leave here?

- We'll start a commune together. - A commune.

- At our age. - A retirement commune.

A retirement commune.

Give here.

Did you know?

The young miscreants saw Viviane with that Werner.

- What do you mean? Saw them? - Well...

Really?

I think it's outrageous.

- What? - You? You think it's outrageous?

Don't you think you're being a bit of a hypocrite?

Hey, hey, Flo and me, that was different.

Flo and me, that was... different.

This was premeditated. And who knows what was said.

Honestly, Ad.

They are two different things.

Our money is gone.

And that's a shame.

But it isn't the end of the world.

That money isn't gone. It has just changed hands.

I'm not going to get wound up about things I can't change.

What if you can change them?

- Yes? - Is Dad home?

I'll go and see.

- Dad? It's for you. - Yes.

- Viviane, what are you doing here? - Werner, who is it?

You haven't told her you're selling the house?

It's a client. It won't take long.

- I can explain. - You knew about Live Life.

I knew nothing about it, I swear. You have to believe me.

I've got an idea.

I'll put everything right in a few days.

You've got until tomorrow.

You stand guard here.

Shit!

- Is everything OK? - No.

Hold on.

- How does this thing work? - Let me.

What are you doing?

Nothing. Just looking up something.

- Where are you going? - It's for an outing.

- Can I come too? - No.

I see what's going on.

It's fine. I get it.

I've got it.

When do we do it?

As soon as possible. Tomorrow evening.

DAY 54

Hope you didn't buy Live Life yourself?

No, I didn't buy any Live Life shares myself.

But Viviane Speltinckx and the elderly people from the retirement home did.

Viviane? Oh, Alain's wife. Pretty lady.

I fobbed them off on her and her residents.

- Sold them. - Fobbed them off.

Shit happens.

It would be good for the bank's image if we could come to some arrangement

to save the retirement home.

Are you fucking her?

I'm thinking purely of the bank's interests.

It would give us a human face to show to the media.

I mean, we would let them see we're not the greedy money-grabbers

we are constantly being portrayed as.

That we care about society.

That not everything in life revolves around money.

You are fucking her.

Werner, we are a bank.

That is all it revolves around at a bank,

money. And feelings and emotions don't enter into it.

- Hi, hello, Maggie. Oh, sorry. - It's OK. I've just finished.

- I'll leave you two alone. - Thank you.

Hi. How are you, sweetheart? Eh?

Oh, I was watching that.

That's for you.

- For me? - Yes, for you.

I'll put it here.

Who... Who have you come to see?

- You, sweetheart. - Oh, that's nice.

Shall we watch TV together?

There. The last lunch.

- You're pleased to be rid of me? - Well...

If it had been up to me, you'd have been thrown out ages ago.

I know.

But, I'm very glad it was never up to me.

I would like to thank you. With a meal in a good restaurant.

Come on.

- Do you mean it? - Yes.

Right. Thanks.

To the last day of community service

and the first of the rest of your life.

A DIGNIFIED END OF LIFE

Yes.

Lunch is ready.

Oh, is that the time? I'm coming.

Was that it?

Club Brugge - Anderlecht.

I promise I'll behave.

I thought she should get to see that before she... You know.

You darling girl. Come here.

You sweet little scumbag.

- When is it? - This evening.

- Oh, this evening. - I wanted to surprise you.

I'm doing something this evening. I really can't.

Of course. I should have asked you first.

- It's my fault. - I really would like to come.

- Are you coming down to lunch? - Yes.

Watch those stairs. I've fallen down them before.

It's fine, but have you got any more boxes upstairs?

- Come on, give me that too. - Have you? Me too, but...

Werner.

Thank you.

If you fancy

going to the football or somewhere with me sometime,

then, well...

Barbie.

Sverre, mate.

Amber.

Guys.

Bye.

Bye.

I'm certainly not going to miss these.

You'll be crying your eyes out later.

Nouri, all the best. Hey, come here.

Goodbye.

- Hi, Gilbert. - Hi.

- Bye. - Bye.

- So… - Yes.

- We'll see each other again, right? - Yes.

And, uh... if we don't, then...

I'm really glad to have met you.

And to have worked with you.

Thanks.

Wow, thanks. You too, eh? Thank you for...

- Well... - Yes... Right.

Bye.

- You have everything? - Yes. Do you know the way?

- I have to drive? - We agreed.

Are you two going out?

None of your business, Gaby. Go back inside.

It's my night torch.

You think I don't know what is going on.

I see everything. I'm coming too. Or I'll scream and wake everyone up.

You can do what you like, but you're not coming.

This isn't really an outing, is it?

No, it's not an outing. It's a kidnapping.

And seeing as you wanted to come, you are now an accessory.

But you're going to stay and shut up.

A kidnapping, great, I'm in.

- Impossible. - Why not?

Because we don't have enough balaclavas.

Actually...

- What is that? - The colour of love.

Come on. We have to go.

Do you think they've hidden a key under a flowerpot?

- I know. - Stay here.

I'll look around the back.

Mia? I think I need a pee.

Now is not the time, Gaby.

I think the bedroom is upstairs.

Wait. I really do need a pee first.

- What? - Not now.

Hey, I can't help it. It's the stress.

- It affects my bladder. - You'll have to hold it.

Do you know how unhealthy that is? I'm going to find a toilet.

Gaby.

Hey, what's going on?

- That worked. - Yes.

Werner?

Werner? Are you all right?

- Now what? - Werner?

Don't forget the alarm.

- I think she's gone. - Oh, look.

Go on, Gaby, pull his trousers up.

Come on, let's go.

Mia, take his arms.

OK, here we go.

Honestly. I don't believe this.

- Mum? What's all that noise? - That? That is Mr Regional Manager

out on the town again.

But he will regret it tomorrow. Good night, sweetheart.

Good night.

Flo?

- You made me jump! - I thought you were in Paris?

What the fuck?

Goddammit.

- Why are you here? - Why are you here?

Jesus, Gaby. You're dangerous.

What was that?

I think I know where it came from.

Sverre, I said...

- Flo. - What's this?

Hold on, Viviane, the explanation is very simple.

Yes.

Please tell me you didn't kidnap him.

See? Very simple.

- I can't believe this is happening. - No need to panic, Viviane.

This man knows all the bank's codes.

He's just going to pay us all our money back. Sorted.

No one needs to know.

- Are you all right? - No.

Do you really think a manager can just transfer money from his own bank?

This farce has gone on long enough. Untie me. Go on. Viviane.

Don't. He'll go to the police.

- I won't. - We're supposed to believe that?

Yes, you're supposed to believe that.

I realise you are very angry with me and you want your money back.

I understand.

But I'm on your side. Believe me.

I'll even help you.

You'll help us?

How?

- His Aston Martin. - What?

- Ludo's Aston Martin. - Who is Ludo?

- Who is Martin? - Eh? Ludo Mertens.

Our bank's CEO. He pressured me to fob those investments off on you.

Ludo Mertens has an Aston Martin that used to belong to James Bond.

That car is worth millions on the black market.

It's his most prized possession.

And this Ludo is just going to give us his Aston Martin?

- We can steal it. - Werner.

No, listen.

That car is a rare, very expensive, stolen car.

So even if we do steal it, he can't go to the police.

Do you understand?

Brilliant.

Absolutely brilliant. Child's play for us professional criminals.

Who are also in the prime of our lives.

Actually, it doesn't sound that crazy.

With the help of a few young, fit criminals

it should be easy enough to do.

Good evening. I'm meeting someone.

- May I take your coat? - No, thank you.

What?

- Gilbert? - What? Hi, Joyce.

- Pieter? - Hello, Joyce. How are you?

- Fine. Fine, fine, fine. And you? - Fine too, yes. Fine.

Gilbert, Pieter. Pieter, Gilbert.

- Pieter. - Gilbert.

Oh yes, this is Joyce... Nancy. This is Nancy. That is Nancy.

Yes, well... Enjoy your meal.

- Wow. You're looking lovely. - Thank you.

- But what are you doing here? - Oh, I'm meeting someone.

- Oh. So am I. Amber. - But...

But...

It's strange she's not here yet because I'm late.

- Are you here on a date? - No. No, I've come for a meal.

With Sverre, actually.

Goddammit, those little villains.

Goddamn!

- Is Nouri coming too? - He's here.

- Hello, Nouri. - Hi.

All right, mate?

All right?

- What's he doing here? - He's the reason we're here.

Cool car.

How long have we known each other? 5 years?

- Something like that. - It's funny.

So long and I know nothing about you. And you know nothing about me.

OK.

OK, what?

OK, you start. Tell me your deepest secret.

My deepest secret?

That is...

Really?

OK.

I was 16. At that age, you think the world revolves around you.

But still, that... that isn't an excuse.

I started with one watch. And then there was no stopping me.

Coats, bikes, wallets...

Bigger things. Televisions. Drugs too.

Cars. For a few years, I earned a lot of money doing that.

I've still got some good friends from back then, strangely enough.

But it couldn't go on forever.

And I spent 2 years in prison. There you are.

I'm not proud of it, but you did ask.

- That doesn't count. - What do you mean, it doesn't count?

I already knew that.

What? How long have you known?

From the start.

I do the personnel files, Gilbert.

And you don't mind?

No.

No?

- Here you are. Enjoy it. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Enjoy it.

- What have you got to lose? - Our futures, for example?

- What future? - And what have you got to gain?

The retirement home, for example.

And him?

My self-respect.

There must be another solution, guys.

Hire good lawyers or claim compensation. Something like that.

I've already thought of it.

Takes time and money, which we haven't got.

The retirement home is being sold at auction next week.

- Isn't Frans joining in? - He wouldn't understand.

Listen, guys, it's perfectly possible if we prepare well.

Oh really? Sir has experience, hasn't he?

The idea is to smuggle the car out of head office in Brussels.

There are a few obstacles, of course.

The car park is under the building.

You have to pass a car park attendant to drive into the car park.

And you either have to be on a list or you can use an electronic badge.

Once inside, every square metre is monitored by a number of cameras.

And security guards patrol regularly.

Especially in the VIP area where the Aston Martin is parked.

The parking space also has extra security.

There's a special alarm system that you can only switch off

using Ludo's badge.

But Ludo has that electronic badge on him wherever he goes.

And the only way to get to him is to arrange an appointment to see him.

But that is a problem. Because Ludo doesn't see little fry.

Only big sharks.

And the car itself? Doesn't it have a security system?

Look. A car like that is at least security category three.

You can be sure of that. You can't use a blocker or a grabber,

you have to force the lock the old-fashioned way.

Getting in isn't a problem.

But it probably has a trace and tracking system.

- A what? - A trace and tracking system.

So even if you make it out of the car park,

the cops will find you right away.

Why not steal the car from his house?

Why from a secured car park?

Firstly, the car is never at his house.

For some reason, it's always parked in the car park under the bank.

And secondly, it's a big building, lots of people work there.

Makes us less suspicious.

Well, less so than at his house or the golf club.

Well, what do you think about it?

I think it is perfectly possible.

We have all the cards.

Amber has long fingers, when Roxy opens her mouth, all doors open,

and Nouri knows all about cars.

And you are our trump cards. You are invisible.

Who would ever think elderly people would steal a car? No one.

The police wouldn't, the security guards wouldn't, no one would.

And you? What's your specialty?

Me? I've got a plan.

Hey.

How about giving me a kiss?

Now?

- Joyce? - Yes?

Will you marry me?

- What? - Gilbert.

Sorry.

No, I didn't mean it like that,

but you're going a bit fast.

We need to get to know each other.

- You understand, don't you? - Yes.

Come on. Idiot.

Hey. You haven't told me your deepest secret yet.

What?

Really?

Wow.

Kemal? Nouri.

Tell Dominique I've got a deal for her.

Yes, a car. A very special one.

But if you lay even a finger on my family, I'll kill the lot of you.

Understood?