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I won't be long.
Mom?
- Is it Sunday already? - Not yet.
But today's your birthday.
I don't like Sundays.
Elsa left on a Sunday. You haven't heard from her?
Happy birthday, Mom.
These two gentlemen...
Paul Huysmans...
My assistant, Courtois.
I sort of expected you.
But not today.
Not here.
Your secretary was helpful.
If you would come with us...
Goodbye, Mom.
Goodbye, Madam.
Have you heard from Elsa?
Follow their car.
- I wanted to thank you. - What for?
You spared my mother.
The judge is waiting for us.
Let's go.
Grandma?
- You remember it's your birthday? - My dear Elsa!
Thank God, you came back. I knew you would.
No, Grandma,
not Elsa...
I'm Bo. Baudouin.
Baudouin...
And how's my Baudouin?
Why didn't you bring him with you?
Elsa's dead!
Remember, Grandma.
Elsa was my mother.
Will you bring Baudouin with you next time?
I love him so.
He loves you too.
Such a good little boy.
Elsa!
Why did you go?
Why did you leave us?
Have a rest, Grandma.
I'll come back.
See you, Elsa.
Where are your manners?
Excuse him, Miss...
This is Miss Bo!
Silicon boobs and tools to piss standing up!
Go on, Bo, show us. He doesn't believe me!
Lucky man. Just moved in and you make a hit!
Beat it or I'll whack you!
- What will you have, love? - Expresso.
That's Chanel!
It was my mother's.
Hi, it's Maeva. Sulking? We've not seen you in 3 days!
There's a party at Louisette's tomorrow for tea. Be there!
Don't call back today, I'm busy. Love you.
- Marcel, have a look... - What's up?
Come and see for yourself.
Pry zuski!
One stab. Stiletto or flick-knife.
Then, he played with the body.
- Meaning? - Artistic mutilation.
-Look for a maniac. - Plenty of those...
You'll have my report tomorrow.
And now, Miss Ancelin!
Maeva, can I speak to you?
Bo, come with us!
Back in a sec!
I hadn't seen my father in 5 years.
He was upset I saw him with cops.
And so? After what he did to you?
Girls! The candles are lit.
If we wait the chocolate will be spoiled.
Come on, all together now!
Thank you all...
Thanks Marlene!
Thanks Louisette.
Blow out the candles!
The candles! The candles!
Bad stomach?
You knew Natacha,
the blonde from Moscow?
Yes, why?
I overheard, but it'll hit the papers.
She was found on a site, gutted.
God!
Your Pry zuski told you?
Exactly.
But between me and him, it's not what you think.
Bo is still obsessed with her operation.
Bo knows she needs it.
How stupid!
If I didn't keep it all, what would I do?
That's what my customers like.
These too!
The operation saved my sanity.
I couldn't keep mimicking women.
Thanks!
- I didn't mean you! - I hope so!
I've always been a woman.
Do you have binoculars?
Turning voyeur?
Who knows... Can I borrow them?
In the sideboard.
Hands off! My girlish souvenirs!
Want a lift to the club?
We have 2 shows in a row. You should eat.
I don't feel like eating.
Do you mind removing Natacha's photo?
The doorman told me you knew a Maeva.
- Don't bother, I am here. - Thanks, but I want to see Maeva.
Hang around the wharves, you may find her.
But she's not cheap!
Any info about Bo's dad?
Well! Daddy Ancelin is in deep shit!
He was found petting a boy in his clinic.
And not just soft touching.
Might not be the first time. Stories are coming out.
OK, we'd better get to work.
We won't do much tonight.
The soccer game...
They're all watching TV.
For you or for me?
You. I don't feel like it.
OK, I'll sacrifice myself.
3000.
Surprise!
- Sorry, a hitch. - I was bored.
Hey, Johnny!
It's Miss Bo, your friend.
Who is this?
This is Johnny.
Who are those creatures?
The sort that doesn't need make up to give guys a hard-on!
But what...
Lay off! Or you'll get it!
It stinks of poxy castratos!
Let's go!
Can't you see he's not for you?
He either likes old bags or assholes!
Both ways, you're out, darling!
To the Plaza!
Same MO:
it could be the same maniac.
I haven't seen your first report yet.
Didn't have time. Nothing new anyway.
Seems the body was kept cool,
to be mutilated in peace. Like this.
C E NT RAL POLI C E STAT I ON
- Hello! - I received a summons.
- First room on the right. - Thanks.
You ran away at the age of 13.
They found you in Antwerp.
Be easier if you help.
You told the police your father forced you to have
sexual relationships with him.
Your family and teachers
described you as stubborn...
sometimes violent... different...
a compulsive liar.
So they didn't believe you.
But today, we do.
- What do I care? - Yes, it's a bit late.
But your father has a social status
that made it difficult to step in on the basis of your allegations.
I understand.
Will you testify?
It'd be handy for you?
Not for me personally.
But for the kids who suffer as you did.
And for you.
I know what you feel...
- You don't! - I do.
You loved your father, you didn't understand he...
Enough!
- I can't bear it! - You can.
The reason:
you talk, and we'll take notes.
You don't, and in you go,
for indecent exposure, soliciting...
Blackmail!
Exactly.
I'm an artist!
A dancer and a singer.
Whose transvestite friends are known hookers.
Does it matter?
Heard Mr. Ancelin's style?
Well educated, isn't he?
Yet, Mr. Ancelin likes
hanging out at night with queens.
He'll say it's for their human, affectionate and tender ways.
And after, Baudouin? You'll do what?
- Getting familiar? - Touchy, hey?
Sorry to interrupt. Heard the news?
Another delivery of cold meat?
One way to say it.
A Chink massacred by the maniac.
- A hooker? - Yes.
Killed 2 or 3 days ago,
the body's been kept chilled like the other.
- We're working. - You don't get it.
He's a madman and it's only the beginning.
I thought that Courtois...
Too much thinking, as usual.
Courtois is on another case.
The Ancelin case? Perverse VI Ps
matter more than whores killed by a maniac!
Sit down.
Is that Ancelin's son?
I heard you knew Natacha,
the dead Russian girl?
You're interrupting!
That's all for now.
May I?
Goodbye, Bo.
We'll be waiting for you.
Hard not to be what I really am.
- You mean, a woman? - Yes.
My neighbor, Johnny, came to the club.
He saw a transvestite in me, not a woman.
- His eyes told me. - He saw a hung-up girl.
That's your problem.
It makes them run away.
A chicken, please, with no hormones.
We only sell the best here.
I see.
He hates me because I turn him on.
Hello Mrs. Lambrechts.
Thank you.
You have a one-eyed client?
A one-armed one, but no one-eyed.
One-armed is not even the term...
- Hi Maeva! - How are you girls?
- The trade is risky now! - D'you realize?
Natacha and now the little Chink.
It's a professional hazard!
That's not funny!
Who's that girl, the emerging generation?
It's my daughter!
She'll think her mother's friends are bad.
Marcelle, Bo... Elvire.
Let's go.
You're taking me for a ride?
Where to?
You asked for it!
- Got some? - No problem!
It's good business.
The dough turns me on! Not you?
Too bad I forgot to give you some.
Go and ask them for a cig.
You heard me?
And then,
I'll take you out.
I'm not against certain experiences.
- Nice bird! - She's a whore.
How much do you take?
- Got a cig? - Yeah, I got that.
Stop it.
- Shit, it's a queen! - Bash him!
Take this!
- Your pimp beat you? - No, a pervert.
He had a flashing light and a uniform.
- You know him? - I love your sense of humor!
We must talk!
No way!
Really?
- You knew Natacha? - I know nothing.
Not even my age.
I understand you don't like cops.
But I must get this guy who kills your pals.
Be at my office tomorrow at 10.
Johnny?
What are you doing here?
I brought your cigarette back.
Who's that woman?
What...
It was your price, wasn't it?
Alex, call me a cab!
Change your tune!
Why don't we show Bo what we can do?
Look after her!
No!
- What's the game? - Please, no!
Look after Bo, she wants some.
- You're worth better. - What do you know?
Beat it and take your dollars. It was free.
Unfair trade.
Beat it!
I tell you Natacha was just an acquaintance.
- I helped her out twice. - Your pals may know more?
Marlene or Maeva?
Ask them!
Look!
Is your anti cop attitude worth
more than that?
Just keep your eyes open
and call me if there's something up.
- I don't snitch. - At least, do it for her.
I also need tips on Maeva,
who she sees and when.
And the rest.
For my ears only.
If you let on to Maeva, I'll make your life hell.
Think about it while I go for a piss.
- I'll call Pry zuski. - No, new orders.
Huysmans wants to be informed first.
Another murder, Sir.
Bernard identified the victim:
Jesus Ortega, a drag queen.
What are you doing here?
You knew Jesus Ortega?
Yes, it's "Marlene", my narc. Why?
They've just found him...
well, found her,
her guts out.
He cut her tongue too,
probably to punish her for lying about her sex.
But he didn't put her in the cold to play with.
Sit down.
What did Pry zuski want?
Tips on my friends.
Who taught you?
My father.
You see,
he also had qualities.
Tell me about him.
The judge wants you to confront him.
I don't have to!
You think you're the only one,
that your father tortured only you.
- But he did it with other kids. - Enough!
Right, enough.
Never again!
You could be a doctor, a lawyer or a prosecutor!
He made you a...
Bastard!
We need you to stop it.
Society needs you!
Judge Van Der Meersche for Paul Huysmans.
Don't disturb him!
Is he free this afternoon?
You're free this afternoon?
6 pm?
Perfect.
Tell him Baudouin Ancelin
will come to see him.
Here's a statement you made in Antwerp after running away...
7 years ago.
You made strong allegations against your father.
Remember?
Look at me, Baudouin.
You didn't mean it, did you?
You thought I'd caused your mum's death.
Did I ever do anything to make you think that...
I can't let you influence your son.
I can't remember the first time,
but I remember the day Mom found out,
I remember her tears...
you bashing her...
her sunglasses to hide the bruises.
You led Mom to suicide!
And yet, you kept
taking me on your lap, you kept...
I didn't want to, but you kept doing it...
You kept doing it.
Show your arm!
I finally stabbed it with a paper knife.
Show them!
It's madness!
There's no evidence to prove this...
girl's fantasy!
Come back!
I couldn't stay till the end.
You were not ready.
We're both off duty tonight.
I'm taking you to the restaurant.
That's nice of you.
Not again! The girl is shocked with those murders.
Leave her alone!
The girl can go and play.
I want to talk to the mother.
Forget it.
Go and buy me some cigs.
I know nothing of the murders.
- Don't hassle me, I've a long arm. - I know.
- That's what I want to discuss. - I don't get it.
Yes you do!
You must be tired of forking out.
Bois de la Cambre. Midnight, by the lake.
Where the queers meet.
We have lots to talk about.
What did he want?
Just crap.
- Here you are. - Thanks.
He asked me about you.
Sorry, can't do the restaurant.
I'm dead tired.
Don't be upset. I'm off to bed.
P R OST IT UT E SKI LLE R ST RI KE SAGAI N
- I'm pleased to see you. - Go on, and I'll smash your face.
You know Johnny well, hey?
What is it to you?
If you want to know, you'll have to pay in kind.
You're just a faggot...
Stop! Open that fucking door!
You dirty fag!
Stupid queer!
Just you wait!
Beat it!
Beat it, I said!
Why did you come back?
Apologize!
Say it hurts!
How did you do that to yourself?
- I fell in the stairs. - Use a lift now.
Watch your back!
Let us through!
Excuse me.
- What happened to him? - He's a cop.
He was in the lake, Bois de la Cambre. Head bashed.
- Where the queers meet? - Yes.
He won't make the night.
Was it really Pry zuski?
I'm sure.
He's really hurt.
- I left him about 1 am. - What were you doing with him
Bois de la Cambre?
He wanted to... Forget it!
- I thought we were friends. - We are.
Safer to keep out of it.
You bashed him, did you?
No, stupid!
Trust me.
If you need an alibi...
Shit! He stayed in the woods when I left.
In need of a screw...
- A gay basher perhaps? - Sure!
Perfect solution!
You know about it.
- Talk to the cops! - To say they don't understand?
No point telling you about my life.
There are things...
pretty serious things Pry zuski understood.
Marlene was right, he was OK.
He wanted to help me.
Forget Pry zuski and the rest.
I'll protect myself.
Against whom?
Nobody!
I need to be alone, sweetie.
Don't forget my binoculars!
I knew you were following us. What did you do that for?
You must be crazy!
I won't shut up! No!
I know I owe you. Thanks to you, I'm a woman.
You've no reason to complain.
A man just came in. Rather tall...
- He wore a raincoat. Johnny. - Johnny?
We have no Johnny here.
You shouldn't chase after men.
He's a friend called Johnny. Nice-looking guy in a raincoat.
He is good-looking. Pity I'm not his style.
His name's Jonathan Garnier and he's at the bar.
Yes, please?
I'll sit at that table.
The waiter will take your order.
Have you chosen?
Not yet. I'm not sure...
I'll have tea and lemon.
An apple juice for me.
A Coke.
Coffee.
Excuse me.
What will you have?
A coffee.
I suggest Colombian. Get out of here.
Ethiopian rather.
With a little milk, please.
The uniform suits you.
Not bad, hey?
You're wasting your time, Bo.
You called me Bo? You see, when you want...
- When shall I see you again? - Never!
I won't have anything.
Not bad, your sweetheart.
Shall I throw her out?
- You forgot something. - Mustard.
Not only. Ask Bo what she wants.
- I thought... - Don't think.
You're having?
Same as you and mineral water.
You're a bit grazed, honey!
You met the serial killer
and resisted him?
I'm too young for him.
He likes fat ones!
They say he cut her tongue off!
How do you know?
You were there?
I've got my tips, my beauty.
Only the police know!
You deal with the cops?
With whoever I choose!
How do you know?
I'm often at the cop shop!
I'll always know more than you.
Maeva saw Marlene leave with the murderer.
It's your fault!
You're gonna have it!
- If you want to be a girl... - Stop!
Come, Johnny.
You're OK, Mr. Alex?
She sure hit you!
- I'll kill her! - Don't.
We need her.
What else for me?
Not much.
I'm listening.
Back off!
You don't make things easy.
Your racket and stupid blackmail with old hags...
That's enough!
That American
was really upset with you.
She wanted to sue.
Ungrateful bitch!
I settled it
but what's for me?
I still got that file on stolen scooters ending up in Bulgaria.
Does that ring a bell?
One of these days, I'm going to report you.
Shit! We had made a deal.
I tipped you, and you kept it quiet.
Precisely.
We need concrete stuff.
Understand?
In 2 days
you'll make the headlines.
What about?
The whores' killer.
Really?
I give you 2 days.
It's you?
- Is Maeva in? - I don't know.
- Can I make a call? - Yes.
I'm sure she's at home.
Sometimes she wants no visit.
When she has company.
She never has clients here.
Clients, maybe. But her friend comes often.
- Which friend? - Her regular one, her man.
Yes, people have their secrets.
She's got a man?
And she didn't say.
Give her this when you see her.
What's he like?
I never see him clearly. Only through the spy hole.
In the dark. He never switches on.
He wears a cap or a hat.
She should lie down.
You knew Raymond Makatea,
alias Maeva.
You left here at 12.10 am.
At 12.20, Mrs. Vincent
took her garbage down
and found you crying.
No breaking in.
Surely a regular visitor Raymond Makatea wouldn't suspect.
I understand your shock.
Not a pretty sight.
Not a pretty deed.
What bothers me, Bo,
is this blood on you.
I wanted to lift her.
- I thought... - Bull!
You rang.
Maeva opened the door.
You quarreled.
And you gutted her.
Why do such a thing?
She was my friend.
She knew the killer.
She saw Marlene's last client.
- A one-eyed man. - Why not Jack the Ripper?
He was going out when I came in.
A one-eyed man?
Wasn't that her man?
So you saw someone?
I'm listening.
Tell him you saw Maeva's man!
Could you recognize him?
Dunno. I don't think so.
Careful! Excuse me!
Madam was a soft one!
Makatea was killed with her own knife.
Her tongue was ripped out.
Like Marlene?
How do you know?
The press didn't mention it.
I was there when Pry zuski told you.
That inspired you!
- You copied the murder! - Bullshit!
I can't charge you yet.
But we'll investigate.
Don't leave Brussels, and stand by.
If you remember something, call me.
Not anybody else.
Ancelin can't have done it.
These perverts can do anything!
Bo is very clever.
Is it intuition or...
resentment?
We're worried about Pry zuski.
Seen him?
Not yet.
Any witnesses?
None.
No witness, no clues.
The perfect crime. Except...
I was to hear Pry zuski on something strange he knew,
- to work on it. - What was it?
I haven't a clue.
Sleep now.
We both need it.
Her man did it.
You'd identify him?
Without the shadow of a doubt!
Not asleep?
- I didn't sleep. - Neither did I .
- I must go back to Maeva's. - Why?
I must understand!
I expect nothing from the cops.
You must have her key.
For her plants, when she was away.
Lend it to me.
I don't know...
Please.
Too obvious. Come with me!
- Thanks for the bed. - My pleasure.
Maeva at the Opera?
"Maeva,
"my enchanting Eve,
"Virile phoenix into a woman reborn,
"revealing the charms of equivocal and sublime goddesses
"whose soul I possess,
and to whom I belong for ever... "
Johnny!
You give me the runs!
Can't you let yourself be loved?
As a kid, I was given a dog.
So what?
It drowned with a stone around its neck.
Is it true for the dog?
No, I didn't throw it into the river.
I just tied the stone.
- You're faking it. - Faking?
See for yourself.
OK.
Wait for me.
That's good!
Fuck me!
I don't fuck whores!
Stop it!
- I'll kill you! - I thought you liked it.
You prick! Don't come back or I'll tell the cops!
Pity! I don't like being abused by a tart!
Do I know you?
I'm sure I do.
Girls! Look at this guy! He's mad!
He's sick!
- You know him! - He's a neighbor.
I know that face.
Snubbing friends?
War's war.
My round for coffee.
Coffee for the girl!
What the fuck is this?
What's that mess?
Johnny? It's Bo.
I know you're here. Open up!
Alex?
Shit!
Come on...
Shit!
What happened?
It was itching too much.
This time, if you're not patient
you'll look like a penguin.
Yes, Sir.
When is visiting time?
Till 5 pm. Why? Want a room?
A friend to see.
Mr. Pry zuski is recovering extremely fast.
He's feeling things.
He might come out of coma soon.
The brain's a surprising thing.
Want to see him?
No time today.
Call me when he comes to.
Goodbye.
- Good news? - Yes.
Great! I'm just going for a piss.
Bo!
- Wait for me! - I haven't got the time.
I live just here.
- I live just here. - OK.
What's up?
Alex is dead.
A neighbor found him. The police are questioning her.
You're always around
when there's a body.
- I've nothing to do with this. - Really?
Yet you had a serious quarrel with Cuvelier.
- Cuvelier? - That's Alex.
You're his neighbor?
You knew him well?
He was my best friend.
We met in France.
We could always rely on each other.
So your narc got killed? I knew he wasn't interesting.
A self-assured idiot.
Any idea who?
He was in stolen scooters. Had a few enemies.
You again!
Not my fault if I live next door.
What were you doing at the hospital?
Why did you run away?
They replaced it. It hurt too much to talk.
Who is he?
Johnny. Alex's neighbor.
Take his details and summon him for the Cuvelier case.
Your name is Johnny who?
My name's Jonathan Garnier.
"Johnny" is just for fun?
What did he say?
Jonathan Garnier.
Be at my office tonight at 8. We'll talk...
on a friendly basis. OK?
Speaking.
Shit.
It's the hospital.
Pry zuski died.
You'll buy the flowers.
Stay and sweat, Madam.
Why harass her? She didn't kill Cuvelier!
Who knows?
- Coffee? - No, a Coke.
Christiane,
a coffee and a Coke, please.
- You believe I'm Bo The Killer? - He sure is after you.
Not sure he's convinced.
And you?
It's possible.
Small build but nervous.
Could be you.
But do I buy that story?
What women do you like?
Small build but nervous.
You're cute too.
Are you flirting?
Not at all!
Shit, Bo!
Stop it!
Make your body perfect by just resting.
Gym-By-Night is an electric stimulator which...
- We do it over there? - Yeah.
Time to work, Diana.
Coming, Bo?
No, I'd put you off. It's not my thing.
Could you process this for me? Discretely.
No problem.
- Dirty photos? - Who knows?
Diana, take his dick. You lick her tits.
Diana, think of what you're doing.
That's better...
Nice to call back. I'd given up on you.
Tonight, OK.
At the Falstaff.
I'll be there around 7. Fine. See you.
You had good reasons to kill Cuvelier.
He kept humiliating you.
Got news from Johnny?
Why?
Hasn't turned up.
Better still!
He's completely disappeared.
Jonathan Garnier was 18 when he joined the French Foreign Legion.
He wanted to travel in the tropics.
But he spent most of his time
based in Avignon,
as a waiter at the officers' mess.
That's where he met Sergeant Cuvelier, alias Alex.
When Cuvelier was discharged, he and Garnier came back to Brussels.
You didn't know that!
Do you fancy her?
What do you mean?
- Nobody's seen handsome Johnny. - Too bad.
You know who called me?
Louisette Vincent. She was excited!
Confidential tips for me.
- I'll see her later. - Forget it.
Find Cuvelier's contacts.
- Mrs. Vincent may be serious. - OK, I'll see her.
Still hunting, naughty girl!
It's the 4th time in 2 days.
Be nice, and I'll be nice to you.
No news of Jonathan Garnier?
We were told he's no longer on the staff.
He took dirty photos of an unknowing client.
Did Johnny screw you well?
An impotent man gives little pleasure to a woman.
Try Alex.
In that respect, he's perfect.
Back on the scene of your crime.
I came for Louisette.
She's out.
Why don't you tell me
why you killed Maeva?
- You're obsessed! - You're very jealous.
Admit you couldn't accept Johnny's affair with Maeva.
You went mad and you killed his girlfriend.
Johnny and Maeva!
Pigs may fly!
Louisette called Courtois.
She wanted to talk about the guy Maeva was seeing.
She saw Johnny's photo,
one we found in his army file,
and she definitely recognized him.
- So? - She had too much port.
Instead, look for the one-eyed man
I met downstairs.
Did I tell you Maeva had a son? When she...
Well, when he was a barman in Paris.
His name's Michel Makatea.
He's an electrician there.
Flummoxed, hey?
That's unexpected.
Your one-eyed guy is Michel Maketea. He just left.
The patch is because of an eye operation.
He wanted to see his father's apartment.
He tried to meet him without daring to go all the way.
Now it's too late.
Are you Bo Ancelin?
The cop showed me photos of my father and you. You killed him!
Shit!
How are you?
You want coffee?
You must be in love!
Go on,
tell me about it.
Who is he?
My neighbor.
Remember?
Elvire told him off.
That guy...
- What? - What's his name?
Jonathan Garnier, but everybody calls him Johnny.
Jonathan Garnier, you're sure?
Yes.
They're so much alike!
Incredible!
Like who?
His mother.
Her name was Mireille. A friend from times past.
Her brother put her on the street.
He was a butcher, an asshole!
I don't know the story,
but one night, they killed each other.
And little Jonathan went to a home.
He disappeared.
Sorry, I'm meeting someone.
Here you are.
- How much? - Don't worry!
Interesting?
Can I have this?
Open up. I'll do anything for you.
I'll tell them
Alex was an accident. Open!
Trust me!
Trust someone who loves you.
Is it good?
That's no place for a nice girl.
You know my uncle, the butcher,
he's a bastard.
He's been dead for years.
He might hear you.
You'll be OK now.
Everything will be all right.
You have soft skin.
Is that your mother?
You'll look nice,
like the photo.
I'm not her, I'm me.
It doesn't matter.
We'll go far away, OK?
Just the two of us,
where no one can bother us.
Stupid bitch...
My mother liked this.
Don't you?
Do you think it hurts?
You're right but I don't care.
Do you know why?
Because you love me but won't admit it.
I understand you.
It is easier to hate than to love.
But it's you that you hate!
I hate myself too.
I don't care about your problems!
So you're not afraid?
Stop it!
Can't you see you're gonna die?
Don't touch me!
Go on, I'm ready.
It's over. You're not alone anymore.
I'm the only girl who turned you on at once. Why not accept it?
Go on!
Let the whole thing end with me.
Don't leave me!
Why?
Don't leave me!
I was told you'd be here. I wanted to apologize.
- Why attack me? - I was angry.
But why?
I wanted to meet my father
because my girl had a baby.
I wanted him to meet his grand son.
You haven't answered.
After he was killed,
a cop said you'd done it.
So when I saw you, I went mad.
Who said that?
Huysmans.
I didn't blame my father.
I could understand.
He thought I couldn't.
He didn't want to see me.
But for years he supported my mother and me.
Just like Maev... your father.
Go on, say Maeva. I don't mind.
I expected you at the funeral.
I was too tired.
I thought you wanted to understand things.
Like?
I was just in time the other day.
You're not surprised?
Johnny's uncle owned that damned shop.
When the boy went to a home, his guardian rented the shop.
And then it closed 3 years ago.
As we knew the killer was chilling his victims,
we decided to have a look.
Bingo! We had the right customer!
As it happens, in his army file,
we found a request to be cremated.
Since he has no family,
I thought you'd have it.
Why did you kill him?
- I was safe with him! - Love's blind!
I've arranged
for you to see your father's judge Friday.
Better be there!
I leave you with him.
Will you be OK?
Baudouin Ancelin?
"Mom was out. My father was minding me.
it was summer. He said it was too hot to stay dressed.
" He tickled me and told me I was the prettiest boy on earth.
I’d not seen him naked before. "
You can't let them say that!
Please!
" He said we'd play together.
" He wasn't rough.
"Then my grandma came in. She shouted at him.
"He chased her out.”
"Then, his look was not the same.”
"Then I knew it was evil."
You stayed out of sympathy?
Not only.
Is this a declaration?
Open it later. You'll be interested.
We can talk about it. I left my phone number.
PROSTITUTE KILLED BY HER BROTHER
Good morning.
Could you check who bought these?
I could, but that's not done.
Unless my boss asked me.
Please.
For you.
I added the opera tickets and the poem.
I'm surprised he got away with it.
He was a good cop.
He didn't hide he was Mireille Garnier's friend.
He could've plunged for procuring. But she was dead.
He was demoted. 15 years in Antwerp.
Then he made his comeback in Brussels.
Maeva came here too.
She'd been a whore in Antwerp where they'd met.
She came from Paris.
He paid for her operation.
- Out of love? - I don't think so.
I thought this date was just for you and I .
I'm not keen on threesomes.
Especially with a subordinate.
You had your chance. But you shot Johnny.
Are you lecturing me?
You say Johnny killed Maeva.
- Louisette said so. - As it is,
she can't contradict you.
But I say you killed Maeva and Louisette.
- Truly! - And you killed nosy Pry zuski.
He asked for the Garnier file
to study it.
Remember Mireille Garnier? A whore.
Killed by her brother.
- And the kid? - Have him.
We have to talk about alimony.
Allowances? You'll get nothing!
Not for the kid, for her or you!
Keep being a pimp!
Put her on the street where I found her!
I'll kill you!
Stop it!
Don't say anything. Not a word.
Got it?
When I said I'd lent her my gun
to protect herself from her brother,
they believed me.
Or pretended to.
Pity Pry zuski
never forgot that informer he was in love with,
that you arrested
and who sliced his wrists.
Otherwise, he'd never have looked into your past.
That's how he found Maeva.
He wanted to get you for pimping.
He wanted her on his side.
I bashed him to shut him up.
You didn't kill him for fear of witnesses.
You did that later on, at the hospital.
You're saying I killed Maeva because she knew too much.
And to make things confused, you imitated Johnny's MO.
I guess I also killed Mrs. Vincent?
Can't prove it, and you'll suffer.
I thought you were smart.
I thought you'd be grateful to be alive.
That would be stupid.
All these coincidences can be turned into evidence.
What's the use if I kill you?
No use for me, but for them?
I wanted to return this.
How does it feel to kill one's son?
Give me my gun and we'll make a clean end?