Bullhead Page #4

Just a meeting.

- Jacky Vanmarsenille.

Sam Raymond. At the Hippodrome.

With De Kuyper.

Do you think we Vanmarsenille

do not know?

That has nothing to do with Daems.

Every day brings more evidence...

The least that Kuyper

the client of the murder.

But those clues

there will be little suspicious of you.

I'm waiting. Jacky Vanmarsenille.

- I know that men do not.

F***ing coming from Limburg.

Coincidence or what?

- Yes. Coincidence.

Coincidence does not exist, Maes.

Coincidence is dumb guys.

Stupidities that exist.

Coincidence is used by dumb guys

if they do not know what to say.

He just came for business.

Before he came. Business. That's it.

Meat, meat, meat. Dal is everything.

We are working on.

So, yes, no accident, if you do not look so.

Bon, listen up.

That contract is in your corner.

Diederik.

You're going to help us...

otherwise it is accessory to murder.

You think not...

That's unbelievable.

Can we trust you, Derrick?

Trust?

It will have to, right?

- I can not share with an informant.

But they have seen a BMW drive away

shortly after the murder.

Such thick, 5-series.

Can you help us, Diederik?

I'll see what I can do.

Antony, wait.

Would you... Would you do something...

want something to drink with me?

I mean, if all this is over?

The sooner this is resolved here concerned

the better, Diederik.

Okay. Okay, then.

A BMW 5. I'm going to check.

I promise.

And? Are you ready?

- Almost.

Side, so I see something.

- Wait.

Make room.

Nice work,

no bullet hole in sight.

David, what have you done?

- They're back.

What bands have you given?

- On Stieve? None.

We give him a new one.

New? Did you win the lottery or something?

Who will pay?

We give him back the old

and if we have that car...

we have another look.

That cracks are

marks the location of the murder.

Do you think you 're you cop?

They never look at Vanmarsenille.

It is better to distribute everything.

- Well, we distribute everything.

Stieve.

Stieve.

What is it now?

- Where are your tires?

That is David coming back.

- Why come back?

Lets with a manufacturing defect.

He brings other.

David-David?

- Yes, yes...

This guy sells only manufacturing defects.

You got no spare tire?

- No, you see it.

Stieve, buy tires in one

tire shop.

I have only two hands.

I have the men put to work.

Talk to David

instead of always chewing on me.

These were bands yet chic.

Call me back later. Yes, see you later.

How was the horse race?

- Good.

Do you have something to settle?

- It looks so out of it, yes.

All the better then.

- Something is not right.

What's wrong?

- De Kuyper...

Wait one minute. Wait.

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