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sorry, I can't

too many clients in the morning

secret wankers at work

are you a student?

Who knows?

I'm pleased to have found you

what's that?

You're weird.

Hello? Ah.

Vicky?

- You OK?

- Yep.

I tried to call you a couple

of times, but eh...

Yes? Aha... eh...

- What are you doing?

- Statistics.

Want to go to The Pink later?

- No, I really have to finish work,

and things. - Everything OK?

Yes, but it was late yesterday, you know.

Yeah, but I enjoyed it.

So did I.

Sorry, but I really have

to get back to work.

Save some energy for me, will you?

All right.

- I'll call you later, all right?

- OK.

So long.

Vandekerckhove?

How are you doing?

Fine.

Long time no see, eh?

How long have you been back?

She has missed you, you know.

Asks for you every night.

Give her a good workout.

How long have you been back?

I asked you how long have you

been back?

Received my envelope?

Liked it?

What, can't you even say thanks?

Do you have a light?

You can't be serious.

Of all people.

Rudy Vandekerckhove needs a match.

Hey, Vandekerckhove. Need a light?

Hey, want a match?

Need a light? Boy, that's hot.

We are the world

we are the children.

Want a match?

- Are you alright, sir?

- Zelzate.

- I beg your pardon?

- To Zelzate.

Goddammit.

Carine?

Can I come in for a second?

You've got nerve to show up here.

- Let me come in for a second.

- I'm serious.

If you don't clear out,

I'll call the police.

OK, so call them. Go ahead and call them.

Go on, call the cops.

They know who I am:

Rudy Vandekerckhove.

Vandekerckhove, one word, with 'ck'.

- Had a fight?

- No, I ran into a little deer.

Rudy, please.

You went to see her?

Has anyone called?

- What did she say?

- Has anyone called?

- Rudy, please. I asked you something...

- Goddammit.

I asked you something, too.

I brought 'Fanny'. If you have time,

Dad would be pleased...

It's in French.

Goddammit.

'Fanny'.

The scenery represents Le Bar de Csar.

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, in August.

Outside, the sun burns on the harbour.

It's me.

How are you?

You clearly don't want to see me,

so I'll try this way.

Open.

Open up, will you?

Wait, madam. Wait.

It's always the same story.

Yeah, it's an IPSO model.

You've brought your tools.

- What's all of this?

- A machine in need of repair, sir.

- Oh? And is it yours, or what?

- If it were, it would open smoothly.

- Keep your hands off, mate.

- Says who?

- The regional manager of Laundry Palace.

- Pleased to meet you.

Hey!

- Are you fond of them?

- What did you say? Who?

- Your machines.

- What's wrong with you?

Shh. Wait a sec!

She is not happy, you know.

She needs a little more attention.

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