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We have to keep our cool.

It's over, Matt. Can't you see that?

We can't keep this a secret.

That's where you're wrong.

We're going to handle this, okay?

Let's stay focused here.

Tom's voicemail, leave a message.

What if he doesn't show?

He has to and he will.

- What if it's just like last time?

- We can't protect him forever.

What the f*** is this, guys?

Fatum nos iungebit.

- What does that mean, Bart?

- It means...

Do you know Latin, mister

psychologist? Do you know Latin?

- Yes, I do.

- Great. Tell us what that means.

- Fatum nos iungebit.

- I can read. What does it mean?

Fate will link us.

Fate or, in this case, death.

Written in her blood, no less.

We've found that the victim is not

exactly the type that knows Latin.

So it's quite possible someone

wrote that with her finger.

Someone who does speak

Latin, mister psychologist.

- Fatum nos iungebit is wrong.

- What do you mean?

The present future tense of iungere

is not iungebit but iunget.

So it should read Fatum nos iunget.

The person you're looking for

made a classic mistake.

But I'm guessing you knew that

already. Didn't you, detective?

Mr Venneker, where is your brother?

We can't seem to find him anywhere.

I have no idea where he is.

I really don't. I'm sorry.

He's actually your

half-brother, isn't he?

Same mother... Youth spent in

institutions with his sister.

- He didn't have the best dad.

- Apparently.

A severe alcoholic

who routinely beat his children.

You never had much contact and all of

a sudden you're the best of friends.

That's right.

We have a lot of catching up to do.

What does that mean? Fate will

link us. Is that for us, Bart?

Hey, guys...

- It's one of ours.

- Just what we need.

- Where the hell is Tom?

- Where do you think?

- Can anyone tell me what happened?

- You sadist motherf***er.

- Cut it out, Rob.

- Touch me again and you're dead.

Cool it. Calm down now, okay?

Simmer down.

- Do you know anything about this?

- No. I've got nothing to do with it.

It's okay. You can count on us.

We'll find you a good lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.

- Were you here last night?

- No, I wasn't.

I spent the night at my in-laws.

What took you so long?

I was at a construction site with my

father-in-law. I couldn't just leave.

Great voicemail message too:

'There's a stiff in the loft. '

- I don't get it.

- Care to tell me where you were?

Before you start accusing

people, where were you?

- I was at home last night.

- Any witnesses?

What, you don't believe me?

No, there were no witnesses.

- Nathalie's in Nice with the kids.

- Please, guys.

If one of us is involved,

this is the time to say so.

This is the time to fess up.

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