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DAY 65

4 DAYS EARLIER

Madam.

Madam.

Madam. No photos.

Sorry.

- Did you get it? - Yep.

What now, MacGyver?

- You'll see. - What have we got ourselves into?

SCRATCH MY BACK

I think I know how to steal the car.

First, we have to get hold of Ludo's personal badge.

And then smuggle it out. Amber?

I think I can manage.

No offence,

but Ludo won't waste his time on a 17-year-old girl.

But he might on Mr Benno Rooyackers

from Dutch Dredging Services Flevoland

and his beautiful personal assistant Elise Rigolle.

Werner will arrange an appointment and the company background. Right?

- Right? - Oh, OK.

Once Amber has the badge, she has to get it out as quickly as possible.

So we'll need a runner. And that's you, Gaby.

A runner?

But how will Gaby get past reception?

There's another way,

via the art gallery in the building's side wing.

The problem is, there's a permanent attendant there.

But if we can distract him, the coast will be clear for Gaby.

- Flo, you're going to distract him. - Me?

You're good at making a scene, aren't you?

Hey.

Once we've got the car, we also need someone to drive it.

I'll do it.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not? I'm the best driver in this attic.

Except the car you crashed.

Doesn't matter, the fact is...

Don't take this the wrong way, but you...

A foreigner, a minor, in a smart car in the centre of Brussels...

If you're stopped, that's it.

OK. I understand.

I'll do it.

Mia, the police may link the driver to the theft.

Then that's my problem.

I'll go along as your co-pilot. In case something goes wrong.

OK.

- There we are. That's it, then. - That's it, then?

We still have to find a buyer for the car.

I'm working on it.

- Hey, Sverre. - Busy packing?

Yes. Tomorrow is my last day.

And then on to pastures new, eh?

Why are you here? Don't miss your attic room, do you?

I want to ask you something, Gilbert, but it's a bit awkward.

I can get hold of a nice car and I want to sell it on.

Maybe you know someone who...

- Don't ask me that. - At least let me explain.

Are you involved in something shady?

I thought you'd changed.

- Is that a tracker? - Yes.

This is connected to the starter motor.

If the car is stolen, the tracker blocks the motor.

Then immediately transmits the exact location.

If it's not properly disconnected,

Ludo will find us in 5 minutes.

Oh, right.

And will you be able to start the car?

Old cars will start with a lock pick.

OK.

Hey, Sverre.

I googled Ludo's car.

One of two Aston Martins from that Bond film,

stolen in Florida in '97.

And never found.

If what Werner says is true,

that car is worth about five million euros today.

That makes it easier and harder to sell.

This is hacking, Werner.

Benno Rooyackers, 10:30.

I could get into serious trouble.

Like when you screwed Chantal after the New Year's party?

There you are.

- Right, left or right. - Right.

No, hold on.

- Yes, right. - Wrong, Gaby, left.

And then? Up the stairs or down?

Straight ahead, that's a trick question.

- Isn't it? - Try singing it.

Through the door, first left, up the stairs.

Up to five, then right and round the corner.

- Sing it? - Practise it, Gaby.

No, it's going to be a disaster.

Paris isn't happening, I suppose?

Why not?

Let's say time hasn't stood still there.

And I have to stop standing still, too.

Plus, there are people here who really need me.

Like Gaby, for example. Come on.

I know it.

Through the door, first left, up the stairs.

Up to five, then right and round the corner.

You've got some nerve.

Why would I do it?

Because you'll get at least five million.

You could learn from him.

He doesn't think small, like you.

OK.

But Xiu-Sing is going with you. As insurance.

Hold on. And me?

You had your chance.

I have to discuss with my partner first.

A new partner?

Deal.

If I do this, I don't owe you anything any more.

Right.

What do you need?

- Frans. - Viviane.

What are the kids doing back here?

I asked them to help empty the attic.

For the auction.

- Have you found somewhere yet? - Yes, in a hotel for now.

I'm still packing.

Right. OK. Fine.

Viviane,

I've been thinking.

I didn't put all my savings into Live Life.

What if the two of us were to buy back the retirement home?

It'll cost millions. The land alone.

You don't know that. It is an auction, after all.

Frans, leave it.

I'm disappointed, Viviane.

I thought you'd fight to the end for the retirement home,

but obviously I was wrong.

Frans.

From now on, we only contact each other via these.

The numbers are pre-programmed and anonymous.

So, everyone knows what they have to do?

- Gaby? - Through the door, first left...

That's fine. OK, Gaby, thank you.

Viviane and I will be there in the minibus in case anything goes wrong.

Then I think we are ready.

Any questions?

Right. Good luck, everyone.

Is there a plan B in case something goes wrong?

Plan B is for losers.

Are you OK?

It's not going to get any better, Ad.

I'll leave you alone.

I have something to confess.

I didn't buy an apartment in Paris.

Why not?

It's full of Chinese.

Welcome home.

Come in.

Everything is locked up.

Thanks, Gilbert.

Viviane, I...

Yes,

I'd like to thank you.

For everything you've done for me these past few years.

I'll never forget it.

Come here.

Thanks.

There's something else I have to tell you. About Sverre.

I don't want to butt in, but I think he's back at it.

I thought he'd changed.

I don't know... I'm extremely disappointed.

Is that door closed properly?

Yes.

Take a seat.

Clean?

Hey.

Good luck.

DAY 65

Good morning. Welcome to Ikaros. How can I help you?

Mr Rooyackers and I have an appointment with Mr Mertens.

- At 10:30. - Let me see.

- 10:30? - Yes.

- What was the name again? - Rooyackers.

Yes, found it.

Take the lift up to the 33rd floor. Mr Mertens is on his way.

OK.

- OK. They're in. - OK.

- When will your friend be here? - Any minute now.

- Don't worry. - I'm not worrying.

You'll be the one worrying if you fuck this up.

Stick to the plan.

We get the car and you babysit us to the warehouse. That's it.

- Flo, I need the toilet. - Not now, Gaby.

I can't help it. Stress affects my bladder.

Not now.

Sorry.

Hello, Mr Rooyackers. Sorry to keep you waiting.

No problem, I have loads of time. Like I have sand.

- Elise. - Pleased to meet you, Miss.

Right, shall we?

- My friend's here. - What?

- That granny? - Yes.

Are you crazy? She can't steal a car.

That's exactly what security will think too.

I'll get to the point.

Business is going well. Very well, in fact.

But now we're looking for a bank that can ensure we do even better.

If you know what I mean.

You came to the right place.

You aren't the first dredging company to come to us.

Sorry, I need to go to the toilet.

Oops. Sorry.

In the hall, then first left. OK?

OK, thank you.

Well,

you have good taste, Mr Rooyackers.

Both in banks and in assistants, shall we say.

Amber is on her way.

- Flo, I really need the toilet. - Wait, Gaby.

Flo? Go.

OK. Go.

No, Madam, what have you done?

- That wasn't me. - It was, I saw you.

- I couldn't help it. - But the damage.

- I couldn't help it. - Be careful.

Yes, I know.

First left, up the stairs.

Damn.

Oh, Jesus.

It's Gaby.

Yes, Gaby?

- I'm lost. - Calm down. Where are you?

I'll put Sverre on.

What can you see?

A plant.

Try singing your song.

OK, through the door, first left, up the stairs.

Up to five, then right... Right and round the corner.

- There you are. Remember now? - Yes.

OK. I'll get my assistant

to draw up something regarding the practicalities.

Right. Is there anything else I can do for you?

Well, since you asked…

Is that a Magritte?

Absolutely. Are you also interested in art?

It's just a hobby. Old masters.

But between the two of us,

I'm more interested in golf.

Oh? What's your handicap?

At last. Where have you been?

- Here. Hurry up. Go on. - Yes.

Through the door, first left, up the stairs.

Up to five, then right and round the corner.

- All right. Gaby has got the badge. - OK.

Gaby?

What are you doing here?

Art.

She's here with her.

Wow, you're in good company.

Denise, I want to be your friend. But not like this.

You've been unpleasant for months. And it's high time someone told you.

Bye.

- I will definitely see to it. - And we'll have a game of golf.

- That's a promise, Mr Rooyackers. - Sorry.

No problem. We've just finished.

- Mr Mertens. - Elise. Till next time.

Till next time.

Hey, Nouri, you haven't eaten any onions, have you?

- And? - Everything's going fine so far.

Shit, Frans.

Hurry up.

- Are you almost done? - Don't rush me.

- Gotcha. - At last.

- Fuck. - What?

This tracker has an extra security feature.

Cutting the wrong one will set an alarm off.

- Now what? - Red or green?

I thought you knew how to do this?

- Come on, give it here. - Are you crazy?

Stop, stop it, all the...

Raouf, go and take a look at the VIP section.

Camera fourteen isn't moving.

Ad and Amber are outside. We have to go.

- Oh, shit. - Come on.

Everything is fine here.

OK, thanks.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

Be quiet. Someone's coming.

OK, madam?

- OK? - No. I've got a bit of a problem.

I'm Ludo Mertens' mother

and he asked me to take the car to the garage.

But I have trouble getting it going sometimes.

Shall I help you?

- Please. - OK.

Thank you.

Right.

How does this work?

There you are.

- Thank you. - You're welcome, Mrs Mertens.

There you go.

- Goodbye, Mrs Mertens. - Goodbye.

Yes! They did it!

OK. I'm going to my lunch appointment.

- Cancel the rest. - OK.

Lauri, have you seen my badge?

- No. - No.

Can't your granny drive any faster?

Roxy, hand me my pills. Here, in my handbag.

Here.

Are you all right?

- Are you all right, Mia? - I'm fine.

No!

Security?

Security?

Security.

My car. My car is gone. It was parked there.

- Oh, no. Your mother took it. - What? My mother?

My mother has been dead for 10 years.

Security. Code two, stolen car.

I don't believe this.

It's a joke.

The police have been informed.

There you are.

What have they done?

Informed the police.

That's all I need.

What's she doing?

Yes?

OK.

- Petrol. - Dammit!

An old car like that guzzles petrol.

Where are you, Xiu-Sing?

They needed petrol.

You'll never believe who Nouri's new partner is.

And Nouri disappears. Understood?

Understood.

You didn't think I was going to pay that kid, did you?

Why are you sitting on your lazy arses?

The car's on its way. Finish by 8.

- Hello. Have you broken down? - No, I got a phone call

and you can't use the phone while driving.

This is the hard shoulder, not a phone box.

Get in your car and go.

- Who was that? - Dominique.

Asking where we are.

Call Granny, tell her to put her foot down

and come straight to the warehouse.

Yes.

OK. Go on.

Can you describe the car?

It's an Aston Martin, a DB5 from 1963.

- Can you be a bit more specific? - Light grey, two doors...

Isn't this a bit ridiculous? I mean, everyone knows the car.

We are just trying to do our job, Mr Mertens.

Is there a GPS tracker?

Yes, but there's been no signal from it.

Right, thanks. OK, that was the control centre.

Apparently your car's backup system is working.

The car is on the E40, heading for the coast. Past Jabbeke.

Flash. To all highway police teams in West Flanders.

Look out for a stolen vehicle.

- Where's the car? - Don't look at me.

That granny drives slower than a granny.

She's coming. Have you got the money?

The car first.

Hello.

Yes, we're almost there. We got held up a bit.

OK. See you in a minute.

They're here.

- Fuck! Cops, goddammit! - What the fuck?

It's the cops.

Police. Everyone stay where they are. Hands where they can be seen.

Frisk them. Handcuff them.

- Spread your legs. - Yes.

Shit!

Walter. The place is full of stolen cars.

Send more people.

And you are going to tell me where that Aston Martin is.

Take her in.

Jesus.

- Just in time. - Didn't you trust us?

- Anything need to be done? - It's sorted.

Roxy, would you do something for me?

What?

Give Lieve this letter.

My trip ends here.

I'm not coming back now.

When are you coming back?

Take it easy, mate.

- I'm going to kill you! - Hey, you stay here.

Shit! We were supposed to arrest Nouri.

Yes, Joyce. I can't intervene now.

Goddammit.

Is it serious between you and this Gilbert?

- We're home. - Definitely.

- Frans. - Viviane.

I can't approve of what I think you did.

Viviane, it's Joyce. It didn't work.

- Nouri was arrested. - Nouri?

Joyce?

I don't know anything about it.

Your colleague, Dominique Lefèvre,

is telling a different story.

She says you wanted to sell her the car.

You can't prove that.

Do you know her?

She was seen by the bank's car park attendant.

It's a matter of time before we find her.

Or the car, that's it.

Another new witness.

It's not your day today, mate.

Why didn't you just tell us you were being tutored?

Would you believe me?

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Going once, going twice...

No one else?

Sold!

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

I have something from your mum.

Come on in. This is Viviane, she's the manager.

- Viviane, this is my brother, Gaston. - Pleased to meet you.

Mr Merton, the accusations of car theft?

I have nothing to say about that slur. It's totally unfounded.

That's all I'm saying.

Here it is.

- Are we really going to live here? - Yep.

- Cool. - Really cool.

Like it?

Viviane, the kids are here.

Good morning. I'm Viviane Speltinckx, the manager of La Belle Epoque.

I'd like to start by saying we are very pleased you've come to help us.

And we hope you are looking forward to it, too.

Take it easy. I won't run away.

Lori, my jacket. See that it comes with me.

I'll take that. Thank you.