Christian, really.
Come on, Juliet. Thomas, we're leaving.
Text me when you arrive. - I still wonder why you won't come.
You know I want to come but I can't. - If you made an effort...
After the weekend it'll all be over.
I want to move. I don't feel safe, the way they look at me in town.
Get a move on, children.
Give them back. - We'll talk Monday.
Mom, Juliet won't give me back my batteries and I need them.
You'll wake up the neighbors. - Get in the car, we're leaving.
Give him those batteries.
Don't forget to text me.
Christian, Mommy will be by with some food later on.
No need, I can whip something up myself.
The Long Weekend
Daddy, it's Christian.
It's Christian. Is Mommy there? She's out running some errands.
Buying batteries for your hearing aid, no doubt. Nothing.
Tell her not to drop by, my fridge is full.
Not to come, it's not necessary, not... Just tell her to call me back.
Just have her call me back. Yes, don't forget.
Right. No, it's Christian. Christian, Daddy.
Yes, don't forget.
I have nothing. Here, you can have my car keys.
Take the car.
Are you talking to me, huh?
Faggots.
What's with the English?
Yes, just keep talking. I don't want Van den Heuvel to know it's me yet.
If he doesn't do as we say, we won't be responsible for the consequences.
Instead of consulting with us. We're not having it.
We're not moving an inch.
It ends here. We're staying. Those machines must come back.
Jos, come see. They've taken away all the machines.
Unbelievable. Twenty years on the barricades and he didn't even stop.
With the place empty, we need him even more.
Hi, Jos.
Roger.
Our savings. - Two hundred and fifty, Roger.
Every day a bit less. Not surprising, with three kids in college.
At night I think about throwing that bastard's windows in.
That doesn't solve anything. - It'd cool my anger.
You're running errands for that prick. - No. Sometimes, I mean...
It figures. The loudest mouths. Men, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder.
I'm not a loudmouth, but I'd sooner eat shit than be his errand boy.
I am not for sale.
Neither am I.
Come in for a minute.
He'll understand afterwards.
I suppose.
I'll call you when it's done.
Are you sure, Martha?
You can still get out. - We've had this conversation.
I have to get back.
I think you are incredibly brave.
Jos, you filthy turncoat.
Is this for me?
Is this a present, bad boy?
What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?
Is that too tight for you?
She'll call us. - We should have waited.
We could have made a better deal. Turns out he's got a mistress.
The wife's away and he gets it on with a young bird.
She's here? - She had a key, she let herself in.
If I hadn't stepped in they'd be going at it now.
Where is she? - Upstairs, tied up.
She fainted when she saw me.
Martha did a great job with these masks.
Should we call his wife? Or send a photo with our cell phone?
Figures, the cheat.
What's with you?
That's Lisa in there.
As in 'my Lisa', get it?
Your daughter?
Why is she here? She studies in Louvain.
She's studying him now, apparently.
Tell me, what is...
What's that woman doing here?
I won't ask again, why is she here?
That's none of your business. - You have exactly one second.
She's my girlfriend. - Girlfriend?
What does 'girlfriend' mean? Is she your mistress?
We play scrabble. - You little...
Dammit, you forgot to speak English.
My daughter with that bastard.
How do they know each other? - No idea.
She used to baby-sit here sometimes.
He didn't. That damn pedophile. I've got to ask her.
I need to know. - First we do what we came here for.
If Martha calls to give the OK, we're going home.
Then you can spank her as much as you want.
But that's not why we're here.
Besides, she can't know you're here. If she knows, she'll tell him.
What do I do now?
Have a bite to eat.
Nice chip stand he has here.
Some foie gras?
Don't eat your own sandwiches, the fridge is full.
We're not thieves, though. - Excuse me?
We're going to take him for half a million, but you won't take his food.
That half a million is ours. We've earned every penny of it.
He cheated us out of it and now we're taking it back. That's not theft.
I think our money also paid for the foie gras.
But not the chocolate or the cheese spread.
But the champagne...
What are you doing? - Paying for you.
Well don't. - How much is that champagne?
You've killed my appetite.
Dammit.
There.
I think that was genuine crystal.
Have one.
It's brawn.
Who can that be? - Do you have another daughter?
It's my mother-in-law with food.
But the fridge is full. - Mothers-in-law.
Just let her ring, she'll leave. - I've tried that one.
She's going to ring three times...
then she'll use the key in the garage and come in anyway.
That's two.
Bath tub. - Now? Are you mad?
He's taking a bath.
It's Mommy.
Be quiet, I have a gun.
Are you upstairs?
Are you taking a bath?
Yes.
I brought you some food. Shall I do some tidying up downstairs?
That won't be necessary.
I think I'll do the dishes. - That's really not necessary.
It's no trouble. - Christ, woman.
What did you say? - Soap. There's soap in my eyes.
Christian, there's rope on the bed.
Make sure the children don't see that.
Just like her father.
Who are you and what do you want? - Nothing, we've already got it.
Excuse me?
Those transfers are worthless, I have nothing.
Of course you don't, you're destitute.
Forty-six people. Entire families laid off without compensation.
People who worked hard for years, who even worked for your father.
They want to occupy the workshops now...
but your company is nothing more than an empty box with a leaky roof.
The patents, the grounds, your own little company now has all of it.
And the cash you don't want the taxman to find, where did you hide that?
You put that cash in an account.
I have some good news for you. The forty-six people you cheated...
are currently receiving an anonymous contribution of some 15,000 euros.
Doesn't such a good deed make you feel better?
Asshole. Shit. Goddammit.
What is he so mad about? - I told him about his donation.
Is that wise? - It's too late to change it now.
I've been thinking. If your daughter and Van den Heuvel are serious...
and the ass leaves his wife to marry your daughter...
then we're holding your future son-in-law hostage.
What was the plan?
Wait for Martha to call and then go home. Correct?
I'm going for a walk.
Don't get lost.
Martha? Did you pull it off?
Nico?
We need to talk.
What's up? - Martha just called.
The power is out. A stupid driver hit a distribution box.
The bank's computers are down, so the payments haven't been made yet.
We'll have to stay a bit longer.
No problem, I'll be in the sauna if you need me.
When will she be done? - Half past eight.
Excellent. - Monday morning.
People will become suspicious if she doesn't close now.
The bank is closed till Monday. - I'm not sure I understand.
What do you mean?
We'll be here till Monday, but the plan is the same.
No, it's not. You said we'd be out before noon.
A few hours, until we had what's ours. - That's still true.
But an entire weekend. We can't keep the guy strapped to a chair that long.
Why not? - Why not, he says.
I have a game against Tielen tomorrow, that's why not.
Aren't you forgetting something?
No, you baby-sit Lisa and I'll take care of Christian.
And when it's all over, champagne and foie gras galore.
Very funny.
Come on. What do I tell Martha?
It's up to you, either she shreds those papers...
Tell her to shred the papers.
Monday morning.
And? - No problem. Early Monday morning.
No problem.
Do we tell him the party's not over?
He'll find out soon enough.
Besides, he has no choice. - I know the feeling.
Unbelievable. They have those noisy lawnmowers in this neighborhood, too.
Grass grows here as well. - But this grass is greener.
That's your cue.
Calm down.
Come on, calm down.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Don't try anything, I've got a gun. - I know.
No, I don't think so. - Then turn around.
What a prude.
You know what I don't understand?
What a pretty girl like you wants with that shit.
What do your parents think?
At least I'm not a thief.
I'm not a thief. - A peeping Tom then?
Wrong again.
We have to get back.
Goddammit.
My eyes. I can't bloody see.
My eyes are stinging. Dammit, your daughter has made me blind.
You'll be fine. Rinse your eyes. - Call the poison centre.
That's not an option.
Your daughter has made me blind. - You'll be fine.
Call the poison centre. - OK, if it makes you feel better.
Hello, poison centre?
A friend accidentally got some Airwick in his eyes: Lily-of-the-valley.
I have no idea how he managed to pull that one off.
I prefer lavender, too.
Simply rinse the eyes.
He's getting away. He's out in the garden.
Nice try Christian, but not good enough.
He can't escape now. - I'm going to change my clothes.
My trousers are all wet from the grass.
He even neglects his plants. - Just like his factory.
What are you doing?
I borrowed some clothes, mine aren't dry yet.
And all he had in his closet was a tuxedo.
It's the first time I've worn one.
You look smart. - Thank you.
How do you like your steak?
Eat, you know. Medium or well-done?
Make it rare.
We'll feed Christian first and then Lisa.
Never took you for the domestic type. - I had no choice.
I took cookery class. That is to say, for the simple stuff of course.
Is that where you met Martha? - Yes.
I'm not going to lie to you...
It's not unthinkable that the police will figure out it's us eventually.
I knew that from the word go, Jos.
And yet you came anyway.
Why? - Because you asked me to.
And you don't desert your friends.
Besides, the hopeless fights are the best.
My, my. Shakespeare?
No, Bonny, our coach.
If the police do come calling, I want you to do something for me.
Keep Martha out of it.
Who? - Martha from...
Here.
You can dry the lettuce.
Hold it. Take it outside, friend.
Other side. Other arm, right arm.
And that thing on his mouth.
First of all, enjoy your meal.
It's safe to eat you know. - I don't want your food.
The food is yours and it took my partner here an hour to cook it.
A four-star meal, really.
The little things make all the difference, you know. Homemade chips.
Homemade mayonnaise. - That's the secret.
Although I must say I use a different kind of fat at home.
It's cheaper but it's also a bit tastier.
Tastier. - Really?
I could do with a glass of wine.
Do they have coke? - In the fridge.
What's wrong with your brilliant plan? Why are you still holding me?
Nothing we can't take care of.
So nothing irrevocable's happened yet. - No.
I'll make you an offer. Walk out of here now and I won't call the police.
Christian, you're ruining the atmosphere.
No prison. Mind you, extortion and kidnapping are really heavy stuff.
We'll make a counterproposal.
Shut up and eat, or it's no desert for you.
You won't have to sleep on this chair. - We're not that cruel.
I'll give you one last chance.
The dope doesn't know when it's game over. Do you want us to bring a TV?
There you are. We'll come and check on you later.
I'm sorry, mister Christian...
but can I have the knife you're hiding in your sleeve?
Come here. Watch out, watch it.
Nico, he's fallen in. Jump after him. - I can't swim.
I can't swim either. - What do we do? He's drowning.
Go and get Lisa.
Hurry up.
Animals. Are you enjoying yourselves?
It was an accident, the castors got caught. No kidding.
I'll bring you some dry clothes.
This is your size, I think.
I'll be right outside.
Can she eat now? - Give me 5 minutes.
Dinner is served.
I suppose there was nothing else? - Not really, no.
What do you have in mind?
Nothing. Christian ate here as well.
Have a seat.
Chef, we're ready for you now.
Come in, don't be shy now.
There's red wine in the kitchen, or would you like a coke?
Red wine will be fine. - And some more chips, please.
Tomatoes?
Enjoy your meal.
Thank you. We'll call you if we need anything. Thanks.
Is the food OK?
What is it you want from Christian?
I can't tell you that.
And how long do you intend to keep us here?
I can't tell you that either.
Engaging conversation.
I saw a film once with what's-his-name, with the grey hair.
What's-his-name.
He robbed a bank and she's a cop.
They both hide in the boot of a car. He's on the run.
They get to talking and all of a sudden he says to her:
If we'd met someplace else under different circumstances...
like in a bar, then maybe things would have been different for us.
Funny or not, they do end up together. - Films are fake, aren't they?
But why don't you take of your mask? Maybe I'll like what I see.
Are you a local? - And what if I am?
My parents lived here. - Lived?
My mom's dead and so is my father.
Your father's dead? - He might as well be.
Why would you say that? - Because he's not interested in me.
He doesn't care if he has a daughter or not.
He's the kind of guy who lives for his work and his pals at the factory.
He jumps on the bank lady on Saturday, his bike on Sunday...
and has no idea where I've been all weekend.
I'm sure he loves you. - I'm sure he loved my mother too.
He never had time for her but when she died she became a saint.
But she died alone.
Surely you have some good memories. - When I was little and mom was alive.
But that's long ago.
He's dead to me now.
I need a drink of water.
She doesn't really mean it.
I've said some things about my mother I don't mean. Not entirely, anyway.
What's that noise?
Is it that box in the hallway? - One, two, three, four.
Wrong code, you bastard. - Five, six, seven, eight.
What's that? - That's the centre.
Listen, you are going to tell them this is a false alarm. Got it?
You could do it yourself, but you'll need my personal code.
Nine, eight, seven, six.
Hard, isn't it?
Solved. The fire brigade will be here in a couple of minutes.
Game's up, you hooded twit. Guess who's the winner?
Christian. Don't. - Do you see that?
Do you see what my silent friend is doing? Only you can stop him.
Do as we say or he takes a dive. - You're scum.
We didn't start, darling. Make up your mind. Want to see him swim?
Yes? - Hello, miss.
Your fire alarm went off. - It was a false alarm.
A candle under the detector and the music was too loud to hear the phone.
I'm very sorry guys.
I'd still like to make sure that's all it was.
I'm sure. - It's no trouble.
We might as well check.
A party with Christian?
Private affair.
Where is Christian? - In the sauna.
And his wife is in Knokke.
She does weekdays, I do weekends.
As long as the champagne is cold.
Kelly, keep your comments to yourself.
Be more careful in the future or it'll cost you.
For sale, just like her dad.
What did you say? - You heard me alright.
My father has nothing to do with this. - Doesn't he?
Christian got a bargain. Took the daughter, got the father for free.
You handled that brilliantly. - Leave me alone.
Let Kelly talk. Besides, everyone knows how she got into that uniform.
Via the mayor's truncheon. - How would you know?
I didn't say I did, but that's what she looks like.
I'm sure there's a very good reason why you love Christian.
I don't love him. We just have a good time, is that alright with you?
Sure it is. Fun is my middle name.
But he's still married, you know. - All of a sudden you're a priest?
No.
But I believe in 'till death do you part'.
Until she slits her wrists in misery. - Go ahead and make jokes.
But when I meet the girl of my dreams
I won't ever let her go.
Like that moment in Star Wars VI, when Princess Leia and Han Solo first kiss.
He sees an entire galaxy in her eyes.
Do you know what I saw in your eyes?
Jos. - Martha?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. - What are you doing here?
I brought you soup.
Good soup?
No sit-in without soup.
Only this time we may not win the grand prize.
It's my fault it had to come to this. - Your fault? His fault, more like.
No, it was me who told the boys to give Van den Heuvel a chance.
I told them he was still talking to potential investors.
I said it wasn't the time for a full-blown strike.
Meanwhile he clears out the factory and leaves the lads empty-handed.
All because they trusted me. - Surely this puts it right.
Yeah... Perhaps.
Perhaps Monday morning.
Say, Martha, was there ever any talk in the village about my Lisa...
seeing that Van den Heuvel?
There was some gossip from time to time, but I never believed it.
It isn't true, is it?
No, of course not.
But a father is often the last to know about these things.
Listen, we're going to be here for quite a while longer.
Why don't you simply accept the situation?
It would make things much easier on everyone.
Try to get some sleep.
How about a game of cards?
The first to reach a hundred.
Diamonds are trump.
Diamonds.
Is that you, Marcel? - Goddammit, it's Jos.
Have you lost your minds? Do you really think that'll solve anything?
Are you his night watchman now, too? - The police will be here any minute.
Call them, get our asses thrown in jail. - Go home, guys.
Throwing that stone felt good. You know what else?
Beating up a rat like you, that makes me feel good.
You dirty bastard. - Let him go now, Marcel.
You dirty bastard.
What was that noise?
Nothing, just cats. It's the season. Go back to bed.
This will sting a bit.
What's wrong? - Nothing. I tripped outside.
What?
The boys from the factory who threw that stone probably beat you up.
I told you I tripped.
Of course, it's just my imagination. I think it's funny.
You steal my money to give to those idiots and they beat you up.
Funny, but never mind: You tripped. - You want to play or what?
Why don't we keep it interesting? Let's raise the stakes somewhat.
What did you have in mind?
If I win the mask comes off.
And if I win?
I'm listening.
Then you forget what happened here and the idiots keep the money.
A bit of wool for half a million?
Scout's honor?
Deal.
Why did you do it?
My jack was trump. - That's not what I meant.
Why did you let Van den Heuvel NV go bankrupt?
Your father's life's work.
And don't start about competition...
or cheaper labor in low-wage countries from the Eastern bloc.
We were going to tackle that problem.
I never asked to take over the company, that was his work.
He built the factory from scratch. It was his dream and my nightmare.
You're responsible for your workforce. - It's a responsibility I inherited.
Too easy. You never showed your face. - You want to argue or play cards?
What was your dream then? - Cars.
Buying cars? - Designing them.
Bottom shelf over there, the red one. That was my first, a wooden model.
I was fourteen.
Nice. It's really very nice.
The old man didn't think so. It was a kid's hobby, not a man's profession.
He was subtle too. When we had guests, say for a dinner party...
he would call me 'Christian Matchbox' in public...
or 'our Dinky Toys Junior'.
I gave it up and became a fucking commercial engineer instead.
At work he was always sympathetic...
but at home he was cold and heartless.
But you're making them pay. - I need the money.
To make even more money. - Half is for my wife...
so she'll let me do what I want. Everything has its price.
And the other half?
I can buy myself into a British firm that designs and builds sports cars.
Nothing big, just a few hangars.
But true craftsmanship and everything handmade.
And I get a seat at the drawing board. That's my dream.
And...
how does your girlfriend upstairs fit into those plans of yours?
It's nice while it lasts.
She did make me realize one thing:
That I have to start chasing my dreams again.
Hearts are trump.
Twenty-eight. - Thirty-two.
A difference of two points. That makes a hundred and one.
I win.
Wait. You won, why would you do that?
You've given me your word, so there's no more use in hiding my face.
Jef Diels. - Jos.
Jos, Jos, Jos Diels goddammit. - And father of you-know-who.
Dammit. Was she in on it?
No. She still has absolutely no idea.
I've got family problems too. Maybe you can put in a good word for me.
I'll untie you.
No, I can't do it. - Do what?
I can't do it. I can't let you keep the money, Jos.
You just gave me your word. - I can't lose my dream twice.
Your dad kept his word. - He was an asshole.
Don't say that about your dad. - Why not?
Because he invited you and your wife to dinner every five years?
I can still see you standing there in your Sunday best, part of the family.
Do you know what he said about you? - What?
I've got Diels in my pocket. He keeps the unions out.
Why do you say such things about him? - Because I am my father, Diels.
Don't you see? My dad and I are two of a kind.
If you want to see the old man in all his glory, he's right in front of you.
Only difference is that he fucked you all those years...
and now I'm fucking your daughter. There you have it, Diels.
Where are you going, mate? Jef.
What are you doing?
Have you gone completely bonkers? Don't do it.
Don't do it. Don't do it.
You could easily kill your family in this neighborhood. What got into you?
For a minute I thought he had a heart. - Who, Van den Heuvel?
For an adult you can be pretty naive. Jos, your mask. He's seen your face.
Careful, I have a gun. - You didn't call.
Of course I did.
Then I'm not your only victim.
Downstairs in the living room.
Dad? - Hello, Lisa.
It can't be.
Daddy.
What have you done?
I tried to right what was wrong, but without much success I'm afraid.
Jos, pack your bags, it's time to go. Your daughter called the cops.
Time to go, right now. - You go.
What're you talking about? And you? - I'm done running.
If they catch you they'll put you away for years. You tell him then.
You're not going to change his mind. - You go.
They'll never know you were even here. But thank you, for everything.
Thank you for everything.
A family of lunatics. And I'm the biggest lunatic of all.
Why did I get carried away like this? I could easily find a new job.
Goddammit.
Coach. It's Nico. I'll be there today.
Like every week.
You wonder why I'm calling? To tell you I'm coming.
I'm sorry, I'll let you sleep. Bye coach.
Goddammit, Jos.
Jos, the cops have arrived. There's at least one hundred of them.
Did you come back just to tell me? - Perhaps you can still escape.
What? - I've never seen your face before.
Can we get back to that later? Jos, this is your last chance.
I'm not going anywhere. - Then we've had it.
You can still get away. - No, we're in this together.
Besides, it's too late. The troops have already arrived.
I think we've run out of biscuits.
Who's this?
This is Johnny. Are you with the police?
Yes, but you can call me Gert.
Hi, Gert. What can I do for you?
Johnny, unless I'm mistaken we've got a bit of a situation here.
You may be right about that, Gert. Can I see your face?
I like to see who I'm talking to.
Sure, Johnny.
Can you see me?
Nice to meet you.
Johnny, I hear no irreparable damage has been done yet.
No, just some broken glass.
Then let me be very clear. Everyone out here wants to keep it that way.
That's a relief, Gert. - You and me can work out the rest.
Gert, can I make a suggestion?
Have the boys in blue with their silly masks go home...
and we'll do the same. - I'm afraid that won't be possible.
There are a few things we need to talk about.
I figured as much. Let us talk it over here and call back in 10 minutes, OK?
Let's holster our guns until then. - Let go. Don't do it.
What are you doing? - Let them shoot me.
Stop him, Johnny. - Don't be crazy, Jos.
It's Nico. - What have we achieved? Nothing.
We're the bad guys and he's the innocent victim.
And getting yourself shot solves it? - Maybe.
Perhaps someone will finally stop to think why an old goat...
whose only sin is working in the same damn factory for forty years...
would do such a thing. Now move.
Stop. There must be another solution. - Tell me.
I don't know. - But I do.
Give me your cell phone. Give it to me.
She wants the address.
It's Leeuweriklaan 14. - Leeuweriklaan 14.
Just ask for me, ask for...
Frankie. That's me, yes.
She's coming.
Yes, Gert?
I have good news. No, not that good.
We're going to be on television. - Live.
Just listen.
We do our thing on TV and we surrender afterwards, everybody happy...
or you stop the TV lady but I won't be responsible for the consequences.
My friend's losing it here.
Yes, alright. I can live with that. Bye.
The TV lady stays outside.
They're afraid we'll take her hostage and turn this place into Big Brother.
What will you tell them? - Who, me?
Step over here.
De Ruyter. - Ine Nuyens.
One: This is an exception and not a precedent, be sure to tell your boss.
Two: Stay behind the tape or I promise I'll pull the plug.
Just a minute. It's for you. - Ine.
Yes, Johnny. Alright, I see it.
That shouldn't be a problem. Give us five minutes.
Do you have a TV in there? Then you'll see we're going live.
We interrupt this programme for an extra news bulletin.
A hostage situation has been going on since yesterday morning in Wezelaar.
Masked men entered the villa of the CEO of Van den Heuvel NV...
and have taken at least two hostages.
We are now going live to Ine Nuyens at the scene.
Apparently the hostage takers are two former employees of Van den Heuvel...
a company here in the small town of Wezelaar.
Sources say the company went bankrupt under dubious circumstances.
The victim's name is Christian Van den Heuvel.
Victim? Please. - Former owner of the company.
The two hostage takers asked to make a statement in front of our camera.
Federal police and the public prosecutor have agreed...
hoping to resolve the hostage drama without bloodshed.
One of the hostage takers will now make a statement.
I'll be damned.
Come on, Jos. You can do it.
Who will remember us tomorrow...
when the cameras are gone and the papers are ashes in the stove?
This isn't about money.
He has deceived us.
He ripped us off and he stole our money.
We want that money back, and yet this wasn't about the money.
If we don't do this, then we simply don't exist.
Not to him but not to you either.
Forty-six people lose their jobs...
or one hundred, two hundred, one thousand or six thousand.
Statistics.
Statistics in tomorrow's paper. Not men, not women, not faces.
I am Jos Diels.
For forty years I've worked for Van den Heuvel.
They took it away.
Those forty years... They've taken them away from me.
Yes, well.
What was I supposed to do?
Who will remember us tomorrow?
Well?
Was it...
Was it OK?
I'm listening, Gert.
Of course we'll honor the deal.
How do we make sure no one gets injured?
Of course.
Prison.
I think so, yes.
They're expecting us.
Take her upstairs and tie her up.
Follow Nico upstairs, alright?
And tell the truth. You know nothing, you were tied up the whole time.
Go on.
They'll untie you in a minute.
Sorry, I shouldn't have done that.
Oh, well...
Is it too tight? - No.
Take good care of him.
Is that OK?
Nico, come closer.
Closer.
Maybe... - What?
Who knows, if we had met in that bar.
Maybe.
Are you ready?
I'm ready.
Do you have plans for next weekend?
Shit, that's Nico. - Nico and Jos.
Which of you is Johnny?
I'm Johnny, he's Frankie. - Johnny, take three steps forward.
On your knees and place your hands in your neck.
Jos and Nico got out on good behavior after 11 months.
Jos and Martha left for Martinique. Nico and Lisa opened a sandwich bar.
Christian inexplicably lost half a million in undeclared funds.