Sylvia's Cats (Chaussée d'Amour)

What a babe.

Check that arse.

In the arse, in the arse.

What the fuck? Check that out.

Davy, mate, look out.

- Fuck. - Can't you drive, you moron?

Right, so it's my fault then?

Oh dear.

That gave me such a fright.

Say, mate, are you comfortable?

Help me.

Call an ambulance, OK?

I haven't even called and they're here.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you

Hip, hip, hooray

That was just beautiful, Little Sylvia. Wasn't it, Staaf?

Very beautiful. Come to daddy, sweetie.

4 MONTHS LATER

I suggest serving the hot food inside, and outside...

- Turn right on the second street. - What did you say?

- It was the GPS. Do I sound like that? - Yeah.

- But the hot food... - No, I'd serve everything outside, Tino.

- But what if it rains? - It's not going to rain.

I have something to take care of. I'll call you back, OK?

- Mrs. Sylvia Carlier? - Mr. Monard?

- Pleased to meet you. - Enchanté.

- French? Pleased to meet you. - And my condolences.

- Your father was much loved around here. - Not by me. Shall we?

Let's go.

- After you. - Thanks.

- That is the bar. Small, but pleasant. - Yes.

This will need fixing, madam.

The wiring will have to be replaced. That's a lot of work.

And single-glazed windows.

Why don't we have a look at the other rooms?

Yes, let's go.

Good lord, it's as if time stood still here.

- But all right, I'll take it. - That's fantastic.

- For 140,000 euros. OK? - The asking price is 250,000.

Madam, would you pay 250,000 euros for this building?

I don't know what establishments like these go for, but for 140,000...

- couldn't buy you a garage. - For 250,000 euro I can buy a house...

that is not falling apart at the seams.

- Did you mention the price? - I did, but he is entitled to offer less.

- Yes, and I am entitled to refuse. - Indeed you are.

- If you won't offer more, I'll keep letting it. - To whom? To Willy Knapen?

I wish you good luck, madam.

- Hey, Willy. - Hello.

Everything all right? Goodbye.

- What is he doing here? - He's interested in the property.

This property is mine, Didier. I don't want him here.

Actually, it's my property.

Little Sylvia?

Well, I'll be damned.

It's been a long time, eh?

- Shouldn't you greet your godfather? - Hello, godfather.

Come here.

- Hello, Willy. - My sympathies.

We missed you at the funeral.

- I didn't know my father owned this dump. - Dump? This is a palace.

Don't sell to that Albanian. Your father would turn in his grave.

I have to go, Willy. Will you pay the rent on August 1st?

- I have to go. - Bye, little Sylvia.

- Is the white wine chilled? - No, but it's in the fridge.

- I'll have a glass anyway, with ice cubes. - Right.

Eva.

- What are you wearing later? - This.

- Excuse me? I didn't quite hear you. - What I'm wearing now.

Oh, that white dress on your bed? Brilliant idea.

- Where's your brother? - Follow your umbilical cord.

- Hello. - Hello.

Well, what do you think, Mum?

Very nice.

I put your clothes on the bed.

Go take a shower.

Why are you here, slave?

Cats was to be mine.

You promised.

- I know, sweetie. - What?

I know, mistress.

Mistress Valentina does not like being tied to. You know that.

No, mistress, don't stop.

Call me when you are ready to apologise.

If it takes any longer, that Albanian will take over the entire Chaussée.

- Willy is a pit bull. He'll sort them out. - Was a pit bull.

- How is school, young man? - There is no school.

- What? No school? - It's the summer holidays.

Sorry.

A little while longer and we'll be together again.

Here I am.

Oh, dear. Is anything wrong?

OK. What am I wearing?

Fancy.

I'm sure to be noticed.

Are you sure nothing is wrong?

- I really don't feel up to this, OK? - Come on, dear.

Have you been drinking?

Well, look who's talking.

Right, I'll go take a shower. It will be all right.

Help yourself to snacks and drinks in the garden.

- Muriëlle. - Hello, darling.

I'm so happy to see you.

- My, you look stunning. - So do you. Come in.

Hello, Sep.

Eva.

- Wow, it's gorgeous. - I'm very happy with how it turned out.

All the materials are natural, ecologically sound.

- It's the future. - Right.

It's very sober, but very elegant.

My interior designer said, you're only doing it once, so spend a bit more.

You're right.

He must've felt guilty.

- Drink? - Yes.

Speech. Speech.

Good evening. May I have your attention, please?

I'd like to take this opportunity to give everyone a warm welcome...

to our, as you can see, our humble little cottage.

And decorated by this amazing wife and fantastic mother. Give her a hand.

And let me just say, don't you dare break anything...

because it cost me a pretty penny.

But seriously, eat and drink as much as you like, and dance. Party on.

- Daniël Munter? - Yes, that's me.

- Police. Arrest warrant. Turn around. - Come on.

- Daniël? - Come on, men.

It's nothing, it's a mistake. I'll explain it later.

Music, please.

Dance. Dance.

Mrs. Hacker, what is going on?

Please, sit down.

- There seems to be a second victim. - A second what?

If he hasn't told you, I can't give you additional information.

My husband has been arrested and I can't know why?

Not from me. But he must appear in front of an examining magistrate tomorrow.

Why?

He must have his reasons for not telling you.

So everyone in this building knows why he is arrested, except his wife. Right?

He is suspected of sexually assaulting two of his patients.

What?

Darling?

Darling, are you all right?

Just perfect.

- I don't know what Hacker told you... - Sexual assault.

That's what she told me. She did, you didn't.

I didn't tell you before, because it's all lies.

Sylvia, I'm a gynaecologist. I'm on TV every week. The woman smells money.

And the second patient, what does she smell?

Could it be the scent of that intern you just had to screw last year?

The intern and the patients are two different things.

Is that so? Because I see many similarities.

In both cases I see a man who can't keep his hands to himself.

- You're exaggerating. - Me? I'll show you what exaggerating is.

What are you up to?

- Sylvia? Sylvia, please. - This house was to be a fresh start.

How can you not tell me something like this? How can I ever trust you again?

When should I have told you?

All you've been doing lately is picking out the right organic paint.

You never have time for me. Or the children.

So it's my fault.

That's not what I mean.

Sylvia, please.

- Let's go back into therapy. - Why don't you go into therapy?

I didn't do anything.

- I didn't do anything. And I'll prove it. - I'm sure I'll find out.

God damn it.

The boot is open.

Man, oh, man, unbelievable. So humiliating, and they're not even sure.

- What were the charges? - It was a misunderstanding.

Quite an annoying misunderstanding.

- Muriëlle, could we stay for here a few days? - I thought we were going home.

Eva, please.

I need some time to think.

- It's not that I don't want to... - I understand. Sep, Eva? Get in.

- I'll call you. - Where to?

Sep, get in.

- Syl, if there's anything I can do, call me. - Yes.

I'm hungry.

I think we'll stay at a hotel for a few days.

A hotel? We live nearby. Why can't we just go home?

- Not home, we can't go there. - Why not?

- Because. - Mum, I am really hungry.

- I'm calling dad. - No.

- I am. - Don't you dare.

- Mum, hungry. - Yes, Sep.

- Good afternoon. - Hello, madam.

- A room for three, please. - I'm not sharing a room with you.

A double room and a single for an obnoxious person.

May I have your passport, please? And how would you like to pay for it?

Visa?

Do you have another card? Your Visa card is not working.

I used my cash money to pay the caterer yesterday.

- Eva, do you have your card? - Why ask me and not him?

Your card, please?

Teenagers.

Please.

- What's going on? What is your balance? - About ten euros.

- Now you tell me. - There's a budget hotel down the road.

Perhaps you should contact your bank.

- Thank you. Goodbye. - Sorry about that.

Next, please.