Original subtitles

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

-(BARKS) -(DRILL WHIRRING)

-CUSTOMER 1: Did you get it? -CUSTOMER 2: Hold on.

CUSTOMER 1: I'll go first.

Oh, Rufus, it's only us. You must have been so scared.

Wait, wait, just a second.

And I'll fill up your bowl for you.

CUSTOMER 2: Don't worry, he's nice.

(SIGHS) Want me to change the cylinder?

CUSTOMER 2: No, we'll see to it. Leave it be.

-We said 300 euros, didn't we? -MADY: No, 250.

(WHINES, PANTS)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

-(POLICE SIREN BLARING) -(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Fight for change!

(CROWD CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)

REPORTER: As you can currently see

behind me, the march in memory of Samy Neba

continues going strong here in the city of Brussels.

Samy Neba was hospitalized on Monday and died of his...

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(CELLPHONE BUZZING)

-MADY: Yes? -CLAIRE: Hello? Is this Wislock?

-MADY: Yes. -CLAIRE: I've lost my keys.

MADY: That'll be 250 in cash.

CLAIRE: Okay, I'm at 12 Rue des Alliances.

Can I get a name for the request?

CLAIRE: Claire.

MADY: I'm on the way.

-(POLICE SIREN BLARING) -(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

REPORTER: (OVER RADIO) The protest in memory

of Samy Neba is scheduled to continue

-until sunrise here in Brussels. -(SCOFFS)

REPORTER: (OVER RADIO) The organizers have called

for a night-long vigil to denounce

police brutality again.

♪ ("LA NUIT N'EN FINIT PLUS" BY PETULA CLARK PLAYING) ♪

(SINGING ALONG TO RADIO) ♪ When I don't sleep ♪

♪ The night calls on me ♪

♪ The night never ends ♪

♪ And I wait ♪

♪ For something to happen ♪

♪ But I don't know who or what ♪

♪ I want to love ♪

♪ I want to live ♪

♪ Beyond the void ♪

♪ Of time gone by ♪

♪ Of time wasted ♪

♪ Of time lost ♪

♪ To think ♪

♪ There are so many on earth ♪

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have reached the voicemail of...

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

MADY: Hello.

RADHA: What can I do for you?

Two veggie samosas, please.

-Okay. Warmed up? -Yes, please.

Okay.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Claire?

Okay, five minutes.

CLAIRE: Here we are.

-You have the cash on you? -Uh, my money's inside.

(MUNCHES) Okay.

I'll need a photo of your ID, though.

It's in my purse. Inside.

Describe your apartment.

Ah, any defining feature?

Okay, yeah, um, a punching bag.

-So, you box? -Want a demo?

-All right, ready? -(LAUGHS) No, I'm good.

CLAIRE: You sure?

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(DRILL WHIRRING)

(HUMMING "LA NUIT N'EN FINIT PLUS")

♪ And I wait ♪

- (CLAIRE CONTINUES SINGING) - ♪ For something to happen ♪

You listen to oldies like that?

(LAUGHS) Must have gotten stuck in my head.

Happens sometimes.

-Who's the singer? -Petula Clark.

That's it, Petula Clark. The name suits me, Petula.

What's your name?

-Mady. -Mady.

Mady and Petula.

A great duo.

Claire's nice tune, no?

Yeah. Claire's not too bad, I guess, huh?

(CONTINUES HUMMING)

-(DOOR OPENS) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CLAIRE: Don't move. I'll be just a sec.

Don't forget to bring your ID, okay?

See? Happy now?

-(SNAPS FINGERS) -Wait here.

Sorry about that.

I don't have as much cash as I thought in there.

There's an ATM downstairs, so I'll withdraw more

and take the trash out too.

I'll come with you.

CLAIRE: No, no, no. It'll just take a minute.

MADY: And your ID?

CLAIRE: Yeah, it's on the table. Make yourself at home.

-(SIGHS) -(DOOR CLOSES)

(BAG THUDDING)

(SIGHS)

Fuck me. Idiot.

-(CELLPHONE BUZZING) -MADY: Yes?

CLAIRE: Hi, it's me again. Get out now.

MADY: What? Where did you...

CLAIRE: I'm really sorry, Mady.

-Are you coming back? -CLAIRE: I'm not.

You have to leave now, before he gets home.

Understand?

Mady?

-Mady? -(THUDS)

SAM: The fuck are you doing in my house?

Uh, this is your...

SAM: I said, what are you doing here?

-Huh? -MADY: This girl asked me

-to open... -SAM: Why you here, asshole?

(MADY GROANING)

SAM: Did you come here all by yourself?

-MADY: No! Please, stop! -SAM: Huh?

-(GROANS) -(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTS)

-(GROANS) -(GRUNTS)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

-(GROANS) -(SAM GRUNTING)

-(MADY GROANING) -(SAM GROANS)

(MADY GROANING)

(GROANS)

-Stop! -SAM: Are you alone?

-(GROANS) -(SAM GROANING)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

-(GROANS) -(SAM GRUNTING)

-(GROANS) -(GRUNTS)

-(SAM GROANING, CHOKING) -(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(GROANS, COUGHS)

(PANTS, SOBS)

(RETCHES)

(WATER RUNNING)

(COUGHS)

(PANTS)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Could I borrow your phone?

My phone? Yeah, here.

You okay?

Okay, okay.

(SOBS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: You've reached the police,

please hold while we connect you.

(DIAL TONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHANTING OVER TELEVISION)

(GUN SHOTS FIRING)

POLICEMAN: Police, what's your emergency?

Your girlfriend? Get a hold of her?

MADY: Uh, yeah.

Could I get another samosa?

-RADHA: Sure. -Heated, please.

RADHA: Okay, boss.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(COUGHS)

-(DOOR OPENING) -(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

-(KNOCK ON DOOR) -REMY: Sam.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

-REMY: Sam! -(MADY PANTS)

-Holy shit. -Fuck.

REMY: Call Yannick.

Fuck this!

-WILL: Hey, we're here. -Shit.

WILL: Sam's dead.

Stabbed in his apartment.

It's Remy. The money's gone.

-YANNICK: Come again? -Somebody came and stole it.

The bag's empty. No, no, no, we just got here.

YANNICK: Describe the scene to me.

REMY: Signs of a struggle.

Everything's been smashed to bits.

Someone plans to clean up.

-YANNICK: What's going on? -REMY: I'll call you back.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Over here!

-(MUSIC CONCLUDES) -(PANTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MUSIC STARTS PLAYING LOUDLY OVER SPEAKERS)

(SCREAMS)

RADHA: Oh, fuck you, man. Stop. Stop it.

No spawn camping. You don't... don't move.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(MADY BREATHING HEAVILY)

YANNICK: He's alone?

REMY: He's the only one we found in the apartment.

YANNICK: And the money?

YANNICK: Mady Bala, Mady Bala, Mady Bala? Heard of Mady Bala?

Born in Brussels, September 15th, '96.

Here, send this to Greg.

Ask him for info, records, the whole lot.

Take that off. Move it.

You've seen my face now, Mady.

Know what that means?

Look at me.

Look at me.

You're okay.

It means that from here on out,

you're either a problem... or a friend of mine.

-Okay? -Okay.

Where's the cash?

Mady?

I don't know.

Where is it?

MADY: I don't know. I didn't see any.

It's this chick, Claire.

-Accomplice? -No. I don't know who she is.

Tell me how you knew it was there.

-And only tonight? -I never saw any money.

Why did you stab this into Sam?

It's Greg.

GREG: Been a while, Yannick. What's up?

YANNICK: Indeed, Greg. Did you get the photo?

You got a hit on him?

Criminal record?

Okay. And his accomplices?

Just a burglary in 2015, nothing else?

Call me if you find out more.

You're a burglar, then.

Mady Bala, locksmith and burglar.

I swear it was a one-time thing.

Mady, Mady, Mady, Mady.

What did you do?

I'm just a locksmith, man.

This girl Claire called me up and I did my job.

She took out the trash and then she went to the ATM

to pay me and told me to wait there.

And... and then...

that guy shows up and he charged at me

going on and on about something and I... (PANTS)

It's the... it's the truth.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Wait!

(GRUNTS)

(MUFFLED)

What have you found?

He hasn't been very active.

His mom snuffed it in 2019, nothing on his dad.

(MADY'S MUFFLED GROANS CONTINUE)

Maybe a girlfriend.

Mady?

Mady, listen to me.

You gotta tell me now, the whole truth, okay?

-Okay? -(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

Everything I said is true! I swear it's true!

She tricked me!

She's got what you're looking for,

I'm telling you the fucking truth, I swear!

I swear to God! (PANTS)

Theo, help me.

Your thoughts?

-Claire, did you say? -That's right.

According to her.

-Describe her. -Brown hair.

(PANTS) Shoulder length in her twenties.

Black, Arab, white?

-Tattoos? -Caucasian.

-She didn't have tattoos. -Accent?

-MADY: (PANTS) Don't think so. -Well, think harder.

She didn't have one.

Who knows? I think it's true.

Who is she, Claire? Any ideas?

Who apart from us knew about tonight?

WILL: Gina.

Gina? Are you stupid? Weren't you listening?

No, not Gina. But Gina's...

Sam was weak when it came to the girls.

Might be stupid.

Hmm. We can go down and see.

Fuck's sake.

Is that our best bet? The prostitutes?

It's not the worst. He had a big mouth.

We got fucked by that Nazi.

You, Theo, and Remy bring Mady Bala with you.

Will, you check his apartment.

If you don't find that girl and my money by morning...

you'll be the one to pay.

What's more, at Sam's crime scene,

all your prints, your name is all over it.

I've got the weapon.

Try anything, and it's a ditch or prison.

Make me mad? You're dead.

But bring me the money. Sam disappears.

You won't go to prison, and I stay out of trouble.

-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) -Give and take.

Now, let's help each other out.

All right, Mady.

-Okay. -(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

-(CHUCKLES) -(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

REMY: Bet it's your first time seeing shady stuff

like this on call.

But they say, from rock bottom, the only way is up.

-(SCOFFS) -What's that?

-No, nothing. -REMY: You laughed.

You reminded me of my dad.

Whenever we were down, he'd say, from rock bottom,

the only way is up.

(CHUCKLES)

THEO: The truth is, there is no bottom.

You can spend your whole life waiting to get there,

but you sink and sink and sink some more.

Once you realize, it's too late to get back up...

you're dead.

(CLAPS) Oh, wow. Oh, wow, man. That was beautiful.

Magnificent, man. It's poetry. Fuck.

Should've known how soft you were with that fag hair, right?

Shut the fuck up.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

Nearly there.

Remind us what this Claire chick looks like again.

Light eyes, mid-length hair, brunette, tall, in her '20s.

GINA: Was her ass thick or tight? Uh, big rack?

-They were normal size. -She do anal?

-(CHUCKLES) -Uh...

I don't know.

GINA: What kind of girl are you looking for?

Gina, Gina, Gina.

We aren't here for sex, but for business, okay?

-You missing anyone tonight? -That I know of?

No. This isn't the clink.

Uh, Remy, take him with you and see if she's here.

She steals a mill then pimps herself out?

Fuck knows, but we're here now, so go.

-REMY: Move it. -GINA: Hold on.

Where are you going?

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Let me introduce you to Stephanie.

Um, and this is...

-(SIGHS) -Elsa.

Elsa, my apologies.

-Well? -No, not her.

Shit.

-SEX WORKER: Good evening, sir. -Come here.

-SEX WORKER: Oh. -No.

I'm not showing you every... No, no, you can't go in there.

Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

CUSTOMER: What the fuck?

Is that her?

I'd like to help you guys out,

but you have to adhere to the rules.

REMY: Come on, make way.

Hey! People want to be able to screw in peace.

They don't want to be disturbed, dammit!

-Her or no? -CUSTOMER 2: What's going on?

No.

GINA: I know them. Don't worry. I'm handling it. It's okay.

-Hey! -This her?

-What the fuck? -No, it's not.

-REMY: Fuck! -CUSTOMER 3: Get the fuck out.

-Okay. -Move it.

(GROANS)

No. Stop, stop, no, no! That's enough!

-(GRUNTS) -No, for fuck sake!

-(GRUNTS) -(GROANS)

Don't you dare.

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

-Fuck you! -(CUSTOMER 3 GROANING)

THEO: We don't care, what were you thinking?

(CUSTOMER 3 GROANING)

Listen.

Do you know how much I've sacrificed.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

We're looking for you. Do you understand?

Why did you leave him in the apartment?

CLAIRE: I fucked up.

He kept asking for my ID. I didn't know what to do.

THEO: You gotta get out of here.

Right now, okay? As soon as you can.

CLAIRE: I can't without you.

Yes, yes, you have to, if I leave now,

Yannick will kill me, so you leave now

and I'll join you a few months, okay?

CLAIRE: And the locksmith?

We have no choice. He knows what you look like. Okay?

I don't know I... (SIGHS)

-I'll say he tried to escape. -(CUSTOMER 3 GROANING)

CLAIRE: What are you going to do?

(SIGHS)

GINA: God dammit! For fuck sake!

CLAIRE: Theo, you there?

Call you back.

REMY: Where are you heading?

-MADY: Uh, we need to talk. -About what?

Hey! What the fuck was that?

Nothing, man. Everything's fine.

Yeah, right. A naked guy is dying outside.

REMY: Who gives a shit? Fucking pain.

GINA: Do you guys want me dead or something?

You're digging my grave over here.

We're sorry, Gina. Okay? Got a lockable room here?

-The lavatory. -Okay. Come on.

-(MADY GROANS) -THEO: Go!

(PANTS)

Stay put.

(DOOR LOCKS)

-(METAL CLANGING) -(BOTH GRUNT)

-Gimme a break. -He fell on his own.

Get him in! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(THEO GRUNTS)

-Don't hit the door, okay? -(EXHALES) Down. Down.

No, no, no, no! Not the couch!

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

GINA: Vanessa! Get bandages from the kitchen.

-VANESSA: I'm not seeing them. -GINA: Above the sink.

-VANESSA: I can't find them. -GINA: I know they're there!

-Good? -REMY: Yeah.

-(BREATHING HEAVILY) -Go wait in the car.

I'm all right.

Just wait in the car. You've done enough.

-(BREATHING HEAVILY) -VANESSA: Okay, I'm coming.

I'll deal with Mady, and I'll join you after.

Go.

-(EXHALES) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENING)

-(MADY BREATHING HEAVILY) -(DOOR CLOSING)

-(DOOR CLOSING) -REMY: I need the car keys.

-What? -REMY: You have the keys.

(EXHALES) Yeah. Okay. (SNIFFS)

-(GINA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) -THEO: (EXHALES) Here.

Make sure you don't kill anyone along the way.

(LAUGHS, GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Fuck! Shit, bastard!

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

Ah. Could you lend me a hand here?

Pass me that dustpan.

-Careful! -(MADY PANTS)

-Theo! -(PANTS)

-(BREATHING SHAKILY) -(GUNSHOTS)

-(GROANS) -(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

(GROANS)

(CAR BEEPING)

(GROANS)

THEO: Mady!

(GROANS)

(MADY GROANS)

(GROANS, PANTS)

-Hey! My bike! -Hey!

-(GUNSHOTS) -BIKER: Fuck!

-(GUNSHOTS) -(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(TIRE SCREECHES)

Hey! Stop!

ANNOUNCER: You are now at Malbec station.

-Fuck! -(PANTS)

REMY: See anything?

Damn it.

-Better call Yannick quick. -I know.

I know.

Damn it. I... (INHALES) I lost my phone. Give me yours.

(AMBULANCE SIREN WAILING)

-YANNICK: Yes? -Yannick.

The locksmith escaped from us. He ran as soon as he could.

-YANNICK: Find him. -(STAMMERS) We're looking.

-As soon as we find... -(PHONE CLICKS)

-Hey, fuck you! -THEO: Pull over here.

-I'll keep looking around, okay? -REMY: Without a car

-or cell phone? -I'll manage.

I'll call you when I can, okay?

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SIGHS)

(LULLABY PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)

(SIGHS)

-(INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALES) -(BABY CRYING)

(LINE RINGING)

-(DOOR OPENING) -I'll go. Don't worry.

-You okay? -I'm fine. Hello, Greg?

GREG: I can't really talk right now.

-I'm caught up in the march. -(DOOR CLOSING)

-GREG: What's up? -(BABY CRYING)

Another problem. The photo I sent you?

-GREG: Mady Bala? -Yeah, that's him.

I need to find him.

If he comes to you, or you pick him up...

let me know.

GREG: (SIGHS) Just curious,

but does it have to do with what I think it does?

YANNICK: No idea, Greg. What is it you think?

(BABY COOING)

GREG: I can't protect you from the Albanians.

You know that.

If they're not paid tomorrow... (TONGUE CLICKS)

Don't push it, Greg. Just keep an eye out.

-(BABY COOING) -(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

-(HELICOPTER WHIRRING) -CROWD: No peace! No justice!

No peace! No justice! No peace!

No peace! No peace!

-No peace! -(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(MADY EXHALES)

-(PHONE CHIMES) -MADY: Okay.

(SNIFFS)

-(PHONE BUZZING) -(SNIFFS)

SARAH: Hi, it's Sarah. Leave me a message.

-(PHONE BEEPS) -MADY: Hi, Sarah.

We agreed not to call each other again, but, uh...

(INHALES) ...maybe you're not in Belgium.

But stay away from Brussels.

I'm really sorry.

You can call me on this number.

(SNIFFS, CHUCKLES, GROANS)

-(EXHALES) -(PHONE RINGING)

-(CLICKS) -CLAIRE: Theo?

-Why didn't you call? -(PHONE BEEPS)

(RINGING, BEEPS)

-(KEYPAD CLICKING) -(PHONE CLICKS)

(CHIMES)

-(CHIMES) -(MADY EXHALES)

(MADY EXHALES)

-(KEYPAD CLICKING) -(PHONE CLICKS)

(AMBULANCE SIREN WAILING)

(PHONE CHIMES)

-(SNIFFS) -(KEYPAD CLICKING)

(PHONE CLICKS)

-(CHIMES) -(MADY SNIFFS)

(DOOR LOCK OPENING)

(EXHALES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY, GROANS)

MAN 1: Hey.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN 2: Get out of here, bro!

(WHISPERING)

MAN 3: Oh, I see that.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

PROTESTOR 1: Hey, bro. Hey, bro. Hey, bro.

Bro, what're you doing? The march is this way.

-Coming with us? -(PROTESTOR 2 CHUCKLES)

Gonna smash some stuff up with your hammer, or what?

-(PROTESTOR 1 CHUCKLES) -No, no, I'm on the clock.

-No march for me. -Just be late to your job then.

-Let's go. -Wait, come with us.

And support the cause, bro.

We gotta fight for our rights, man.

Sorry, got things to do.

-(SMACKS LIPS) -Let's go.

You know what? Wait, wait, be a sheep.

A sheep. Get slaughtered. (CHUCKLES)

See you around, man. (SMACKS LIPS) Ah.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

-Whoa-o-oh! Where do you... -Hey!

-Back! -...think you're going? Huh?

I got a call from here.

What call?

-To fix the plumbing. -Who called you here?

(EXHALES) He just told me to come down to the Boucan.

You know anything?

Standing around and chatting is fine,

but with this crowd, I should work fast.

So, uh, show me the toilets.

To the left behind the bar.

Hey.

Good luck. (CHUCKLES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

-(PHONE CLICKS) -THEO: Hello, can you hear me?

-Theo? Something wrong? -THEO: Where are you?

On my way. What's with this number?

THEO: I lost my phone. Wait, on the way?

-Where are you right now? -CLAIRE: The basement.

THEO: What basement? Hello? I can't hear you.

-What's that music? Hello? -CLAIRE: I don't get it.

-THEO: Get what? -What's going on?

-(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) -(BOTH GROANING, PANTING)

(THEO SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

Drop your bag.

Sit down now.

Do it!

Tie yourself to the chair.

(CABLE TIE SCREECHES)

Other one.

-How can I? -(EXHALES)

(ZIP OPENING)

-(THUDDING) -MADY: Shit.

Where's the cash at?

How was I supposed to fit it all in there?

What the hell is this?

I told you to bring the fucking money

-with you, didn't I? -I don't always obey.

(EXHALES)

(GROANS, EXHALES)

You heard what I did to Sam from Theo, right?

Mm-hmm.

(MADY EXHALES)

Okay.

Right now, it's simple.

You become a friend of mine, or you become a problem.

Got that?

(GROANS)

Is that from a film?

What, do you think this is a game?

Tell me where the fucking money is

so I can get it to that maniac and fix all this.

You can't fix it. It's too late now.

I robbed a psychopath and you killed a guy too.

-(CHUCKLES) -CLAIRE: That's how it is.

All you can do is run away.

-Why are you here? -I have no choice.

CLAIRE: No choice?

Of course you have one.

Do you always obey?

"Open the door. Wait just a second."

"Bring me the money."

Claire, I don't want to hurt you.

-What's the hammer for? -Nothing if you cooperate.

(SCOFFS)

What if I don't cooperate?

-We'll see, but it's up to you. -(CLAIRE CHUCKLES)

(INHALES, CHUCKLES)

You are the least intimidating guy I've ever met.

(SMACKS LIPS) Sorry, but a guy who chooses

to listen to Petula Clark

doesn't go around smashing faces in with a hammer.

(SIGHS)

CLAIRE: Maddy, understand this.

I will never... (YELLS)

-(YELLS, GRUNTS) -Tell me so we can end this!

-(GRUNTS, YELLS, INHALES DEEPLY) -(METAL THUDDING)

(GROANS) Fucking bastard! (GROANS)

-(SOBS) -(SNIFFS)

(BLOWS, WHIMPERS)

I thought you'd leave the fucking apartment

after I did.

(BREATHING HEAVILY) I'm sorry.

-(WHIMPERS) -(EXHALES)

(CLAIRE GROANS)

-(GROANS, SNIFFS) -(LIQUID DRIPPING)

(CLAIRE INHALES DEEPLY)

(BLOWS, SNIFFS)

(EXHALES)

Fuck...

What do we do?

If I don't get the money back to them,

then I'm as good as dead.

Fuck. If you take it back, they'll ask you who had it.

He'll force you to tell him who.

-He'll kill me and my brother. -Brother?

(INHALES, EXHALES)

(CHAIR CREAKS)

Theo's my brother.

I did it for him.

(INHALES) The cash was meant to get him out of his shit life.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Claire's not your name?

-What is it? -(CHUCKLES)

You smash my hand and ask my name.

Seriously?

THEO: Julie!

-(GROANS) -THEO: Open up!

-(SHUSHES) -(KNOCK ON DOOR)

-THEO: Julie! -MADY: Please. Please.

-(KNOCK ON DOOR) -(CLAIRE WHIMPERS)

-(KNOCK ON DOOR) -THEO: Are you in there?

-(DOOR LOCK CLANGING) -(DOOR KNOCKING)

-THEO: Julie! -(WHIMPERS)

-THEO: Open up! Julie! -CLAIRE: Hold on.

THEO: Hey!

What took you so long to answer?

-(BREATHING HEAVILY) -(EXHALES)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Sorry.

-What happened? -CLAIRE: I freaked out

when I realized it wasn't you. I panicked and locked myself in.

-That's all. -What about your phone?

-What's this? -Nothing.

I just hurt myself is all, Theo.

-I got scared. -(EXHALES, INHALES)

-Run into someone? -No.

I stayed locked in this room.

Good to hear. You did well. Very well.

(SMACKS LIPS) The locksmith has my phone.

-He wants to find you. -Fuck.

I just... What were you thinking?

Why'd you do it? I told you it was a crap idea,

but you still took it upon yourself.

-Why? -Theo, we discussed it.

Did you forget?

I... I can't quite explain it, but the time just felt right.

I screwed up. I screwed up, but it's done now.

So, let's take off this instant.

You don't know Yannick like I do.

He will never let it go.

-If we run, he'll... -CLAIRE: No, no, no.

Theo, you're not doing this to me now, okay?

THEO: I have to find Mady.

He has to be somewhere close. Come on.

CLAIRE: Theo, listen. Listen to me.

Don't do this. You're no killer.

-(EXHALES) -Fucking listen to me, please.

Screw Mady.

If we leave right now, Theo, we can make it.

(THEO BREATHING HEAVILY)

Without the money, Yannick is royally screwed.

He won't have time to chase us. I know...

-You don't know that. -...you're scared, but trust me!

-(THEO EXHALES) -CLAIRE: Okay?

-Okay. -The time is now.

Okay. Okay.

Meet me at the station at 6:00 a.m.

I have to settle some things.

-Okay. -Okay? Bring the money,

and the money we had for Amsterdam.

We'll figure it out from there. Hmm?

Okay.

THEO: Let's get out of here.

Wait.

Are we taking the main door or the back one?

-Back one. -CLAIRE: Okay.

-(DOOR CLOSING) -(BREATHES HEAVILY)

See you at the station. Go straight home from here.

-No profile, okay? -Okay.

-Be careful. -Hey, no worries.

(BOTH SMOOCH)

(TRAIN BEEPING, ENGINE WHIRLS)

BOUNCER: This guy right here is the plumber.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tying...

-BOUNCER: Huh? -My laces!

Could you come to the kitchen for a sec?

-Coming? -I have to go.

-MIKE: Come on. It's urgent. -Whoa, whoa.

You need to go that way. Go on, this way.

So you... fixed that toilet?

-MIKE: Careful, it's slippery. -BOUNCER: Head in.

MIKE: Here's the problem.

We tried to twist the valve closed, but it was no use.

-What do you think? -Hmm.

-Uh, yeah. -Mm.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(EXHALES) Okay.

I think I see what it is. I need to grab a specific tool

-from my car to fix the issue. -So it isn't in your bag?

-Just tighten it up. -We tried

-to do that, remember? -BOUNCER: I'm telling you,

it just needs tightening.

What's this?

Is this blood? What the hell?

I... I'll grab that tool from my car.

-Wait just a minute. -(STAMMERS)

-What is this shit? -(DOOR OPENING)

-(THEO GRUNTS) -BOUNCER: Drop that! Drop it.

-(GRUNTS) -(GUNSHOT)

(EXHALES)

-You... -MIKE: Oh...

...get down near your friend.

(GROANS)

My cellphone.

Give it here.

My phone!

Throw it.

Get back.

You should have stayed gone.

Coming here, for her.

-You won't see me again. -(WHIMPERS)

I want to ask you

about what your dad said about hitting rock bottom.

Did he ever rise back up?

Not as much as he wished.

Sorry, Mady. (INHALES) I can't help sinking further.

-(METAL CLANGING) -Freeze!

-(GUNSHOTS) -(METAL CLANGING)

THEO: Fuck!

(CLEARS THROAT)

(PANTS)

-(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) -(THEO PANTING)

-(INDISTINCT CLAMORING) -(CROWD CHANTING)

PROTEST LEADER: Remember why we're here!

-No justice! -CROWD: No peace!

-PROTEST LEADER: No justice! -CROWD: No peace!

-PROTEST LEADER: No justice! -CROWD: No peace!

-PROTEST LEADER: No justice! -CROWD: No peace!

-PROTEST LEADER: No justice! -CROWD: No peace!

-PROTEST LEADER: No justice! -CROWD: No peace!

Hey, you okay? Guy wounded here.

Hey, hey, you okay?

-A guy's wounded here. -I'm good, I'm good.

-Can we get a medic? -I'm okay. I'm okay.

PROTESTOR 1: Who did this to you? Who was it?

It... It... That guy.

Look, that guy right there. A cop!

That blonde guy! He's the one who did this to me!

He's a cop!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(THEO GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

-(GUNSHOTS) -(ALL SHOUTING)

(GRUNTS)

-(BUTTON CLICKING) -AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors closing.

-(ALL SHOUTING) -(ELEVATOR BEEPS)

Get down! Hey! (GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

-(ELEVATOR BEEPS) -(PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(PROTESTOR SCREAMS)

(SOBS)

Hey! Decided to grace us with your presence?

(CHUCKLES) Lil' lamb. (CHUCKLES) Goated now.

(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

POLICE OFFICER 1: Hey, you there!

-Hey! Freeze! -(PANTS)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(THEO GRUNTS)

-POLICE OFFICER 2: Stop! -POLICE OFFICER 3: Don't move!

-POLICE OFFICER 4: Here we go... -No, no, no. It filled.

-All right. -MADY: Let me go.

-I was just passing through. -No can do.

-I beg you, let me go. -POLICE OFFICER 4: Don't insist.

-I did nothing. -GREG: Hold on.

Hold on.

GREG: Hold on. I think I know him.

Not so rough. Gentle.

(HELICOPTER ENGINE WHIRRING)

No.

My mistake.

You good?

Inside.

-(GROANS) -PROTESTOR 5: Gently.

-(GROANS) -Gently. You good?

You guys are crazy! You're mad! Absolutely fucking insane.

Police like to kill. Police like to kill.

POLICE OFFICER 6: You need to calm down.

No, I won't calm down. What you do is awful.

It's sick. It's awful. Damn it.

POLICE OFFICER 5: Well, keep it up.

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

POLICEMAN: Thank you. We got that. It's clear.

(PHONE DIALING)

-YANNICK: Hello. -GREG: It's Greg.

That guy you're looking for Mr. Bala, got picked up.

-YANNICK: When? -Just now.

-We're heading to HQ. -YANNICK: Tell us your location.

Yeah, I will.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

-(POLICE SIREN WAILING) -(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

PROTESTOR 5: We have rights.

The right to express ourselves and to protest.

Heard of that? Protect and serve the citizens?

Is that what you've been doing?

Okay, enough. We get the message.

POLICE OFFICER 7: Bravo.

Getting all worked up like that?

Fuck.

PROTESTOR 5: Is that how you protected Sammy?

How you served the people?

(PHONE DIALING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)

POLICE OFFICER: I've got them in the car. We're on the way.

We're currently heading up Rue Van Gils to headquarters.

POLICE OFFICER: I might need to take a different route.

-Nothing to add? You good? -(SIGHS)

Have you seen the state he's in? You're animals!

Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

You guys work for us, and you're in the job...

POLICE OFFICER: Go back to the station

Drop me off here.

At the next corner would be perfect.

-(WOMAN SCREAMING) -(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

RADIO OPERATOR: Unit 7 come in. Come in.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

It's nearly morning.

Where's my money?

Ask Theo.

Pardon?

Theo fucked you over.

Explain.

Well?

Fine, bring Theo if he can move.

He's here.

So, uh, he talking?

YANNICK: He's talking.

He says you fucked me over.

Okay.

So what?

What's the story this time?

He was in on it and told her about the money.

(CHUCKLES) That's bullshit.

I was ready to believe him.

But all he does is lie. Lie and run.

First that Claire girl, now me.

Any proof?

You serious?

Yannick?

YANNICK: Okay, give me your gun. I'm out of patience.

His phone! His phone! Look at his cell phone! (PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

He wants to play you. He had it for so long,

he could have done anything to it.

The last video.

THEO: Leave now. It's too dangerous

with him on the run. He knows everything.

CLAIRE: Pete, stop it.

I'm not just gonna leave without you.

THEO: This cannot be happening.

You don't know Yannick like I do.

He will never let it go. If we run, he'll...

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

-(GRUNTS) -REMY: Stop it.

-(GROANS) -Don't move.

-(GRUNTS) -HENCHMAN 2: (GRUNTS) Freeze!

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

-Shh! Shh! -(THEO GROANING)

Okay. Okay.

Meet me at the station at 6:00 a.m.

I have to settle some things. Okay?

Meet me at the station at 6:00 a.m.

I have to settle some things. Okay.

Bring the money and the money head for Amsterdam.

We'll figure it out from there.

-Any last words? -(THEO WHIMPERING)

Promise not to hurt her.

I beg you, Yannick. She just did what I told her to.

Please, promise me. She doesn't know you.

She doesn't know you. No! No! No! (SCREAMS)

(MUMBLING, CHOKING)

You're right.

You're really right, Mady.

You were deep in the hole and got out of it.

You found the cash, turning to those who had taken it.

You're free to relax now.

(SIGHS)

I'm no big fan of corpses.

You have to move them.

Get rid of them very discreetly.

Without a trace.

The logistics.

There we go.

We've a bomb now.

All right, let him go.

This is yours.

This, I'll keep.

It'll go in the drawer.

If you steer clear of me, I will keep it in the drawer.

And no one will ever know about poor Sam.

Deal?

The handshake seals it.

You did a great job, Mady.

Take him back. We'll leave at 15:00.

Let's go. Remy, come on. I need you.

(SOFT TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

YANNICK: Well, I'll need you to find me

the girl on the video.

-I can send it to you. -REMY: It's fine.

Okay.

Well, you work it out...

with your girlfriend.

-Uh, yeah, thank you. -GREG: Glad to hear it.

You okay?

Take care.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

(SHOP DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

♪ ("LA NUIT N'EN FINIT PLUS" BY PETULA CLARK PLAYING) ♪

(song continues)

REPORTER ON TV: Thank you guys.

Our sources say that the vigil

for Saturday morning has ended.

♪ ("LA NUIT N'EN FINIT PLUS" BY PETULA CLARK PLAYING) ♪

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

-(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) -(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

-Move! -CONSTRUCTION WORKER: Hey!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

BUS OPERATOR: Nord station. Connection to train,

trams, and buses.

Gare du Nord station. Connection to trains, trams...

(SOFT TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

-You good? -Yeah.

(RAILWAY STATION OPERATOR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

YANNICK: There she is.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OFFICER OVER RADIO: We have a 10/34 in progress

in the near vicinity. Please advise.

Support requested.

You copy, over.

POLICE OFFICER 1: Police! Stay in the car!

Call an ambulance.

RAILWAY STATION ANNOUNCER: The departing train

to Amsterdam Central scheduled to depart

at 6:12 AM has been delayed.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ELEVATOR BELL RINGS)

POLICE OPERATOR: Dispatch, please advise.

(MADY PANTS)

POLICE OFFICER 1: Stop! Go for backup! Stop!

Hey! Out of the way!

-Out of the way! -POLICE OFFICER 1: Stop!

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

-Julie! -(GUNSHOT FIRES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS, PANTS)

(DOGS BARKING)

WOMAN 1: I am in the Brussels-North Railway Station.

A young man has been shot by police.

An unarmed black man, visibly wounded.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

♪ ("LA NUIT N'EN FINIT PLUS" BY PETULA CLARK PLAYING) ♪

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)