The Out-Laws (Clan)

BLOOD TIES

TODAY 31 OCTOBER

That's fine. OK, perfect. Come on, you little monsters.

Get a move on or we'll be late. Go, go, go, go.

My lady. It's twenty to ten.

You go with the kids. - Birgit... It's your brother-in-law.

Your sister needs you today.

Sander. Hey. Stop crying.

You can't go to Uncle Jean-Claude's funeral dressed as a cowboy.

No, Ben, it's far too risky for you to come.

We'll see each other when it's all blown over.

Honey! We'll be late! - Yes...

Noor, Emily, come on.

Shall I put the dartboard away?

Lt'll make a bad impression on the insurance auditor.

That dartboard won't make any difference, little brother.

If he rejects our accounts, Dewitt & Sons can shut up shop.

Ow! Shit!

You can do the talking in a minute.

You're the one who inherited Dad's poker-face.

The auditor.

Why the interest in us, a little insurance agency, Mr Ceustermans?

You are being investigated at the insurance company's request.

I'm sure you've noticed that you've cost them a lot of money lately.

We sell the policies, the companies pay out... That's the way it works.

The companies are paying out twice as much as before

yet your number of clients is shrinking.

How do you explain that, Mr Dewitt?

Easily enough, Mr Ceustermans.

We lost a large number of clients all in one go when our father died.

Your performance is very poor, gentlemen.

If the new quarter... - Two weeks.

If your business is solvent by then, you can keep your licence.

If not... I'll revoke your licence.

Fuck!

Happy now, old man?

Hi.

Aunt Eva. - Hmm... Darling.

Where's your mum?

OK.

Goedele. Stop it.

You shouldn't be cleaning toilets when you're about to bury your husband.

He was the only one who used this toilet.

Have you been smoking?

Just one cigarette. I'm not going to start again.

Get your things.

Where are we going to find lots of new clients?

That's the least of my worries. Here, we've got another pay-out on our hands.

If we pay Delcorps' life insurance out, we're finished.

Christ, you could retire on that much.

Well, we're going to make sure no one does.

Fatso... We can't do that. It's only in cases...

of suicide or... malicious intent that no payment is made.

Check the police file.

It was an accident. - Was it?

It's a very strange way to meet your end, don't you think?

Fuck! You're kidding?

I determined the cause of death personally.

And I can assure you that everything confirms my conclusion.

With all due respect, Dr Stevens...

aren't further interviews and a forensic autopsy customary?

Mr Delcorps only had a blood alcohol level of 0.16 percent.

He should've looked where he was going.

If we question every accident, our days won't be long enough.

A more in-depth investigation only occurs if anything suspicious is found.

Which isn't the case here. - As an insurance agent...

Why the hell are you querying my findings?

Did you know the victim's mother has been missing for a couple of weeks?

So what?

We'd like to request a post-mortem lab test.

A test like that can provide conclusive scientific answers if there's any doubt.

You need the widow's written permission for that

and an official request from the Public Prosecutor. Then I'll gladly oblige.

But you'll have to hurry because, as I'm sure you both know,

Mr Delcorps' funeral is today.

Yes. Yes. I'll be right there.

Rebekka? Those knickers have to stay here.

Dammit! Time's against us.

D'you think there's a reason for burying Delcorps so fast?

Buitengracht is to the left.

Maybe we'll learn more at the funeral. - Come on, Fatso. That's for the family.

We wouldn't have liked it at Dad's funeral if...

We're wasting time, little brother.

Or do you want Dad's business to go bust?

Yeah, yeah.

Brothers and sisters, Goedele and Bloeme,

the sudden passing away of Jean-Claude filled us all with dismay and disbelief.

God gave Jean-Claude the strength to be an unforgettable human being.

A man of peace in body and soul...

No! - Don't...

Dear friends, let us give thanks

for the joy he spread his whole life long.

Fucking Jean-Claude. - I've got him under control.

Jean-Claude, you were goodness personified.

We know you to have been a loving, faithful husband.

A caring father and a jovial brother-in-law.

It's yours.

Brothers and sisters,

let us pray for Hermin and Gaston Delcorps, Jean-Claude's parents,

who should have been here with us today.

We ask you, Lord, hear our pray.

Hey. There's no need for the playacting.

D'you realise how many times we forked out for the Delcorps family this year?

What are you implying? Fraud? - Something's going on.

We're going to have to find out what, and fast.

D'you think foul play is involved?

I'm not saying there is a culprit.

But if there is, he usually shows up at the funeral.

You've been playing too much Clue, Fatso.

Brothers and sisters, before you all go in peace,

let us pray for Goedele and Bloeme.

That they may find the strength

to carry on and to face the future with optimism.

That'll teach you. You despicable turtle's fart!

Fuck you!

OK. Rock, paper, scissors. Rock, paper, scissors.

One to who? - To me.

One-nil. OK, scissors, rock, paper.

Yes! Two. Rock, paper, scissors.

Rock, paper, scissors. - The coffee's gone straight through me.

Two-two. OK. Scissors, rock, paper.

Two-two.

I told you not to come.

I want to be there for you, love. Including today.

It's all getting far too complicated, Ben.

You've got to go. I'll call you when it's over. OK?

Promise? - Promise.

My sincere condolences, Goedele. - Thanks, Roger.

You have... Iost a good friend too, eh?

Yes. Yes, that's true. Yes.

Boris. - Hey, Roger.

Is there enough? - Yes.

Why was Jean-Claude buried in his pyjamas?

Because that's what he would have wanted.

And why did you wear jeans today?

Thank goodness she doesn't know I'm not wearing knickers.

Hello. - Hello.

A glass of white wine, please. - Sorry, no alcohol.

The bar is across the road.

I'll have a beer, please. - Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Do you happen to know where Mr Delcorps is buried?

On the far side, the third row. - Excuse me. Excuse me.

What's the name of your funeral parlour? Or have you got a card maybe?

My husband's health hasn't been too good lately.

Oh... - Yeah...

Let me introduce you to...

Right... What are we going to do now, Columbo?

Well... Sound out Delcorps's widow.

Good thing we know what she looks like...

Here. Speak of the devil...

Everyone's dressed in black. - Yes, but not everyone's snivelling.

Mrs Delcorps. My condolences.

Dewitt & Sons, Insurance Agents. - I'm Mrs Cox.

Veerle. My sister Goedele is over there.

Oh, I'm sorry. You all look so alike.

Insurance agents...

You're not going to bother my sister with paperwork today?

No, no, no. We've just come to offer our condolences.

You can be a tactless bastard without me.

I'm off. I'm off. - Hey...

Who were they? The police?

Worse.

Mrs Delcorps. My sincere condolences. Dewitt & Sons.

We're handling your husband's life insurance.

Oh... Money is the last thing on my mind at the moment.

Of course, but... we'd like to call round one day next week

to go through a few formalities. If that's alright with you?

Sure... Formalities?

That's fine. When do you want to...

We can, uh... come during the day or in the evening...

The insurance guy's poking his nose into the Prick's death.

I'll give you my card... - Dammit!

Hello.

Could you give me some change for the cigarette machine?

I only give change if drinks are bought. - Oh.

Chantal... Um... a gin and tonic and a beer.

You want to die young too then? - Pardon?

A smoker, eh? - Oh, yes... Right.

There you go. - Still, your hearse is never far away.

Thank you. - No, thank you.

Is this chair taken?

Relatives of the deceased? - Sisters-in-law.

It's terrible, what happened to your brother-in-law.

Yes.

Bekka. - Mathias.

Here. That's, uh... for if you need me again for anything.

Bekkalicious...

Massages by appointment... Oh.

I'm actually a trained physiotherapist.

Real massages... - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thanks.

New customers get... a fifty percent discount.

Were you two close to your brother-in-law?

Yes. He was a wonderful guy, Jean-Prick. We're really going to miss him.

Would you mind...

leaving us alone with our grief?

Sure... Of course. - Thank you.

Jean-Prick? It's Jean-Claude, Bibi.

10 MONTHS EARLIER NEW YEAR'S EVE