Gentlemen. What's going on? - Mrs De Keyser?
Your installations are being sealed.
...that the accused be sentenced
to minimum twelve years in prison.
The factory is sealed, there's no work for you.
And I can't stand you being here any more, you remind me too much of George.
De Keyser will disappear and become DKD. De Keyser Drinks.
Hi, beautiful. Where should I put this? - Pardon?
Where should I put this D?
I phoned the Army Museum's archives.
They're not open to the public.
From now on I'm not going to let anyone or anything stop me.
Have you ever?
When are you going to tell Ruben you're carrying Mario's child?
When are you going to tell Mum you were carrying Klaus's child?
Is he still alive? Did you see him again?
I shot him. Killed him. At the time.
I waited. Like you asked.
Well, is she going to sell?
Can you do me a favour, Mario?
Whatever you want. - There's some champagne in the fridge.
Open it, I'm thirsty.
You seem a bit dazed, Martine.
I'm thirsty. Or did I say that already?
Come here, Mario. Come here.
Are you sure I shouldn't put a light on?
I like the dark.
Thanks for coming over so quickly.
How did she take it? - She's in shock.
Yeah, I can understand that.
Although she had a feeling that George wasn't her father.
Apparently you talked to Alessandra about it too.
She found out by herself.
She's a clever girl. She thought about it and worked it out and realised.
That this Klaus is probably her grandfather.
And that I murdered her grandfather. - It wasn't murder.
Did you tell her that too? - It wasn't murder.
It was self-defence.
Of course I didn't tell her that. - That's good.
Soonly Martine knows that her mother shot and killed her father.
Helena.
That doesn't give him any right to fatherhood.
George had much more right.
I'm so tired, Charlotte.
I'm so dreadfully tired. - It's OK. Come on.
It'll be fine. It'll be fine.
Martine just needs a bit of time.
Listen. Benjamino Gigli.
The greatest tenor of the century.
I thought Caruso was? - No, no, no.
Caruso was great but Gigli was greater.
They sometimes called him the second Caruso.
But he much preferred to call himself the first Gilio.
He is, too. Listen. Listen.
Listen.
When I hear him sing, I want to go home.
I want to go home, back to Italy.
The first Beppe!
Martine!
This can stop right now! - Mum!
Not under my roof.
Hi, Helena. - It's Mrs De Keyser to you.
Could you leave my house? This place needs some peace and quiet.
Kiss me. More, Mario. - Take it easy.
More, more, more.
Get out! - What?
Get out! Mario!
Get out, Mario! Get out of here, Mario! Get out!
I said get out! Goon!
Get out!
I said get out, Mario. Get out.
Get out, Mario. Go away!
A long way away, Mario. A long way away!
Bloody hell!
Martine!
Martine, my underpants!
Martine!
Martine, my underpants!
Bloody hell!
Ladies and gentlemen.
We are very proud to be opening the new DKD factory today.
It is an honour and a pleasure
to be allowed to joln the De Keyser family on this happy occasion.
Helena and Martine, mother and daughter,
are a true example of perseverance
and prove that women can hold their own in the hard world of business.
In spite of the difficulties De Keyser had to contend with
and the recent passing of mother Germaine,
this is a new start for a modernised business.
I can't sleep.
I haven't slept properly for weeks. They won't give you anything in here.
I can bring you something next week. - No, no, no.
You'll just get into trouble.
Maybe I don't mind that. - What d'you mean?
Just that I'd do anything for you like you would have done for me.
I promised your father. - You didn't have to keep your promise.
I'm not like that. - No, I know.
How are you dolng? - I'm OK. I'll manage.
I'm working in a hotel restaurant. It's not a particularly demanding job.
And Martine comes and helps me, if necessary.
Does Helena know? - No, of course not.
There's a big celebration there today. The new factory's being opened.
Are they nice buildings? - They're big... and modern.
I'm glad Helena isn't giving up.
What a wonderful reception, Helena! All the people, and those canapès.
Happy? - Yes.
Ladies, gentlemen.
I would like to propose a toast to my father and mother.
They would be very proud. Cheers.
And to Marcel.
Beppe, Beppe. Thieu is a big football fan too.
Oh, Thieu, which team? - Lazio Roma.
Lazio Roma?
Between you and me, Lazio Roma isn't a very good team.
It's true they've just moved up from division 2.
But they're not very good. - You know nothing about it!
They are a good team! The best in Italy!
Because they fly, fly, fly! They fly from Carosi to Andori!
From Andori to Marone! From Mascari to Lazone!
Lazone, Mascari, Mascari, Mascari, Mascari and goal, goal, GOAL!
There you go. Hope you like it.
COOKING LESSONS IN WORDS AND PICTURES
Can I offer you a glass, madam? - Thank you.
Cheers.
Mrs De Keyser.
What do you think of our merchandise?
It's too early in the day for a drink, Mr Marchoul.
And the aroma is not very impressive.
Sorry. - Well, how about a coffee?
There's a coffee stand over there. - I was just about to go and have one.
I can't stop you from dolng the same.
Let's go.
Excuse me.
Thank you, miss.
Well? Are you pleased to see me? - No, not really.
You needn't be so harsh.
I can't help the fact that I know you to be a good-for-nothing.
A charming good-for-nothing, I hope.
Maybe.
I've wanted to phone you for a while. - Oh. Why?
What could we possibly have to say to each other?
Hold on a minute. Your father and mine were colleagues
but they were also friends.
And it's the children's responsibility to make the most of that fact.
My condolences on the death of your mother.
How do you know about that? - It was in the newspaper.
Yes, it was. Thank you.
I accept your condolences and your coffee.
Goodbye, Mr Marchoul. - Excuse me. Just a minute.
Forgive me but...
I would... I would be delighted
if you were to visit the family estate.
You are always welcome.
Who knows.
Yes. Maybe I'll do that.
Mr Marchoul.
If you make it into the archives,
I'll treat you to a weekend in the Ardennes.
No. Somewhere more exclusive. - The Black Forest?
Too wet.
The West Frisian Islands? - Too windy.
Oh, come on. Paris?
I was up all night thinking, Mum.
And now I realise why you have always been sooffhand and distant towards me.
You really, really hurt me.
And the way you treated my dad, your husband, George,
the way you treated him. I don't understand that. I really don't.
Pain is relative, Martine. So is understanding.
But lying isn't. And George told lots of lies.
Concealed things. - What about you, Mum?
Did George know he wasn't my father? - Where is Alessandra?
I'm really glad you've finally told me about it.
Martine, where is Alessandra? - I don't know, Mum.
I never know. You know...
Out with that Ruben, I suppose.
I want to talk. And I need my car. Can you phone her?
You're not driving the car in that condition, Mum.
It's her answering machine.
D'you want me to put you to bed?
Martine? - Yes?
What? - Love you.
No, come on!
Cleaners.
Barcelona!
Can you come to the office? - I'm on my way.
Are you hungry? - No. Why?
Because you're about to go without food for twelve hours.
This is a ministry and everyone goes home in three hours.
Then we'll start looking. We can't get out until early tomorrow morning anyway.
Well, well, Mrs De Keyser. - Helena, please, Mr Marchoul.
Jacques.
Welcome. To you and your luggage.
Right.
A rose is born as a rose, but a woman needs some help.
I didn't know what weather to expect in Wallonia. So I'm prepared for all kinds.
You did the right thing.
See to the luggage, Gaston. - Yes, sir.
Madam is well laden. I'll come and help you.
Thank you.
Take Mrs De Keyser's things up to the blue room, Gaston.
Shall I bring you some water, sir?
Tea, coffee? - No. You're free until Monday, Gaston.
See you Monday, sir. - See you Monday.
Jacques, could I possibly go and freshen up right away?
Of course you can. This is your house until Monday.
Come with me.
And when am I going to meet the Marchouls?
The Marchouls?
Allow me to introduce Jacques Marchoul, last of a wealthy and illustrious line.
So we're going to be alone? - Alone, but there'll be the twoof us.
Thank you.
Don't you want to know how George is?
Who? - You really are a bad man!
I don't need to ask whether that's nice.
I'm enjoying it. Thank you. - They do very good desserts here too.
No. I'm going to try to finish this first.
What are you planning to do, Jacques? - Planning to do? Nothing.
Is there something you want to know? Something you want to ask me?
No, not at all. I asked you to come here
and you came. That's all.
Anyway, how is George?
I don't see him any more.
Fortunately, our company was able to limit the damage
caused by his criminal practices.
The judge realised that Marchoul & Son was also a victim.
But I still like George.
How is he? - He's where he belongs.
Try to have some sympathy for your mother.
Things aren't easy for her. They never have been.
She's never shown any sympathy for me. So I'm not showing her any.
The only person she thinks about is herself.
I'm old enough to choose my boyfriends myself, aren't I?
Yes. But think carefully first.
I don't know. That Italian... - Don't, Dad!
This is 1963. - They got it wrong in the war.
There are people who say that about you too.
How is she? Apart from that. - She's managing. Like she always does.
Take things easy with that Italian.
Whatever you do, be careful.
And don't do it near her.
No, not like that. Like this.
Like lovers.
I think... I'm going to bed.
Well... It's been a lovely day.
See you tomorrow.
Yes. See you tomorrow.
See. It's 6o'clock. - Hold on. My mobile.
OK, the F for Falingbostel, the S for Stalag or the L for Lenaerts.
Or the Z for zilch.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself? - No, why should I be?
Nothing happened. Besides, I don't have to answer to you.
May I? May I also have some pleasure in life?
I'm going to tell Dad. - That's it. You tell your dad.
Why don't you joln him in his cell? The twoof you go well together.
You begrudge me everything too. - It's not that.
Of course you can enjoy yourself. Just not with Marchoul.
Are you blind? It's because of him that Dad is in prison.
If you were to stop and think, you'd know he's not after you but the company.
So what? I'm the boss here.
If I want to work with Marchoul, I will. Who's going to stop me?
Why shouldn't a Walloon work here? A Sicilian removal man does.
How much longer?
What a lovely sound.
This sound reminds me of when I was a baby.
I slept in the kitchen, in a cradle next to the cooker.
And my mum always drank coffee while she breastfed me.
So when I heard the coffee percolator...
gurgling, then I knew it was time for food.
Well, time for a drink. Because breast milk...
is both food and drink. - Beppe, coffee, gurgling...
What's the matter, beautiful? What's up?
My mum's at that Walloon's again. - Your mum?
She's old enough to go away on her own now and then.
Yes, but not with Marchoul. It makes me want to puke.
So? It means we've got the house toourselves, doesn't it?
Come on!
Did you know I'd come back? - To be honest, yes.
But, to be honest, I didn't think you'd be back so soon.
I need it. - What do you need?
I want to feel myself again, by feeling someone else.
By feeling you.
What are we looking for? A box or a file? Oh, that's nice.
Here. Eleventh line. Eleventh line.
Is that... I've just come from there. - God.
No, Ruben, these are magazines.
And all... oh 87. No, wrong. - 93, 94.
This is hopeless. - This is all far too recent.
Haven't they got a computer anywhere? - Goon, keep going.
Keep looking. - OK.
It's just like being in paradise.
I never want to leave. - I want to go somewhere with you.
I know a little hotel in Spa.
No.
Where do you want to go with me? - To Eben-Emael.
To Eben-Emael?
It's far too late. - Tomorrow morning. It's not far.
I don't feel like it. - I do.
So? - So... we're going.
These are all old boxes. They're numbered.
Here. L.
Lempel. Here Leemans. Leemans, that must mean...
FORT EBEN-EMAEL MILITARY MUSEUM
Helena. - Yes?
Are you sure you want to go in here?
Yes, very sure.
Hello.
I never thought I'd have to pay to come in here.
But you don't have to pay. Look.
One ticket, please. - Is that your wife?
No, but... What do you take me for? Of course that's my wife.
OK, then she is also entitled to a free ticket.
Enjoy your visit. - Thanks.
Death certificate.
A bit more to the left. That's it. A bit more to the left. OK.
Look into the lens. OK. Keep still.
And... there we go!
George, Alfred. And who's that?
That's Thieu.
Christ, Thieu. - What about Thieu?
Fancy I never thought of that.
Thieu was there too.
Thieu was there both in Eben-Emael and in the Stalag.
It's weird. I'm probably in one of those photos
but it's like looking at strangers, as if I wasn't there.
I need some fresh air. I'm going outside.
I didn't know it would upset me so much. - I never want to come back here again.
The war turned us all into animals. You don't want to be reminded of that.
What happened between Alfred and George?
The easiest way is to describe it as an accident.
But it wasn't?
It certainly wasn't.
An accident happens by chance.
Have you ever heard of anyone murdering someone by chance?
What are you talking about? - George wanted Alfred to disappear.
For ever.
Is that the truth? - Why would I lie?
Why would you lie? Because you're a liar, Jacques.
Of course. I'm a liar.
D'you think I'm lying when I say you're a beautiful woman, Helena?
And I'm lying when I say people murder each other for you?
No.
Is that what happened? - Yes, that's what happened.
They were arguing.
And the reason for it was the beautiful Helena.
Your George got rid of your Alfred.
No, no, no, no.
When we get out of here later, we'll go straight to Thieu's place.
If we get out of here.
Young couple found dead in Army Museum's archives.
Entwined in each other's arms. - Cause of death, suffocation.
Thank you for coming. You're looking good.
I've just bumped into your girlfriend. Here at the door.
You know she's not my girlfriend. - Marchoul claims she is.
Marchoul's a good-for-nothing. He's the cause of my misery.
If that's what you believe, George...
My lawyer will be here later. He's filed for my early release.
He says that it may well be granted. My case is coming up again soon.
George, what really happened on that bridge in Falingbostel?
Marchoul claims you killed Alfred.
Do you really believe that? - What should I believe?
I can't tell you any more than I have done already.
Then I'll have to believe Marchoul because you're not saying anything.
Believe that your husband is a murderer then.
That your husband is having an affair with a woman who could be his daughter.
So deny it, George. Please.
It's Marchoul's fault that I'm in prison.
No, it's your fault.
He set me up. - He was acquitted.
He wasn't acquitted. He didn't even go to court.
And his name has disappeared from all the files.
And Louise is much more than my girlfriend.
She is my conscience.
Rain, rain and more rain.
Nothing but rain. I'm fed up with this country.
Nothing ever happens here.
Nothing ever happens. - Your life's not bad here.
I'm not from here.
I can pretend I am but... I'm not from here.
What sort of life is it here? The wine is sour, the lemons sweet.
The oranges taste of cardboard and the tomatoes haven't got any taste at all.
It's true, they don't taste of anything.
My beautiful girl, I want our children
to take their first steps on Sicilian soll.
That's where I belong. That's where we should be, not here.
Plans to go to Sicily? What's stopping you?
I wouldn't mind getting away from here for a while.
And seeing where you come from.
So go then.
Mrs De Keyser.
Louise. - What can I get you?
I haven't come to start an argument. - So what have you come for?
I just want to ask you a few questions.
If I don't get on with my work, I won't get paid.
Do you want me to pay you to listen to me?
Five minutes. One question. - One question. OK.
He's going to be released soon.
I would like to know what George means to you.
He's a saint. I wouldn't be here now without him.
Did he ever tell you what happened in Falingbostel?
That's a second question. - Sorry.
No, he never talks about that. No.
He is a victim, Mrs De Keyser.
He's not the one who should have been in that prison.
Who then? - Jacques Marchoul.
Louise. Have you ever slept with him?
You don't sleep with your father, Mrs De Keyser.
I wish we were there already.
It's only 7o'clock. We won't get there until half past 8.
Half past 8?
I wish it was already half past 8. - You smoke too much.
Don't start, OK?
No, it's not OK, you smoke far too much.
Leave me alone.
I know exactly what's good for me. Understand?
If I want to smoke a cigarette, I will. And that's the end of it. Understand?
OK, I understand, you've made your polnt. Thanks.
What's the time? - A minute later than just now.
Sorry, my love.
I'm a bit nervous.
Sicily. The twoof us.
The twoof us are going to make a wonderful life for ourselves there.
I've been thinking.
It wouldn't be a bad idea
to start a second De Keyser business here in Sicily.
The Italian version. Genever in Sicily. What d'you reckon?
No. The Sicilians will never drink genever.
I don't know. Why not?
But we could go into... export.
Wine, Marsala, nuts, olives. The Belgians would like them.
Because the Belgians like everything. And grappa as a digestive.
Grappa. - Grappa. What d'you think?
Mr Verbist. How could you be so stupid?
Why would I give Marchoul a 3o% discount? Tell me, why?
Mr Marchoul said that you had agreed to it.
And because he sold it at a cheaper price in the past, with your husband,
I thought you knew. - No, no, no.
No, Marchoul had nothing to do with that.
I don't want to contradict you, Mrs De Keyser,
but it is an open secret that Marchoul set up the whole thing.
Cancel the order, Mr Verbist. You can go.
WE'RE BOTH FINE. MARTINE
I may have a nose, Marchoul,
but I also have two ears and two eyes in my head.
I had noticed. - I'm not some naive woman, Marchoul.
D'you think I don't know what you are planning?
That people don't tell me anything? That you can run circles round my staff?
I only tried to sell your old genever at a cheaper price. That's all.
Too bad if you don't like the idea. I've got work to do.
You haven't got any scruples, Marchoul, none at all.
You can ruin your life if you want to, but not mine.
And certainly not my company.
You're not even worth saying goodbye to.
Helena? - What?
What? Say it then! What? What do you want to say, eh?
You're beautiful when you are angry.
You lied to me, Marchoul. Lied to me and deceived me.
You! You were involved in that methanol business
and you set George up. - George set himself up.
Set up... by you, you bastard!
I don't know who chucked who. I him or he me.
It doesn't matter.
Why? Do you regret it? - No, no. On the contrary.
No, no. Marchoul out of my life. Good!
Martine and her Italian in Sicily, George in prison.
No, it feels good. It feels good.
It feels good. My bed is going to be far too big tonight.
Right, see you later.
You still haven't told me what you wanted to tell me outside the library.
Do you really want to know?
How do I know that, if I don't know what you're going to say?
Ruben?
Hey, Beppe, what are you dolng? You can't do that!
My daughter. - What are you dolng?
Beppe... - Alessandra, my miracle. Beautiful.
No cigarettes. - Yes, yes, I understand.
He's crazy, that father... - My daughter!
It's me. - George.
Don't worry. I've changed. - So I see.
On the inside too.
I had a coffee just now and went to pay 5 francs. The waitress said it was 12.
I don't think I can live in a world where a coffee costs 12 francs.
Why are you here? - Why?
I thought I was coming home. - No, George.
Forget it. I live here, alone.
How is Martine?
She hasn't written since she had Alessandra.
I don't have a photoof my grandchild.
She hasn't written! She's married, George.
She's a mother, a wife, with other things to do.
I know. I don't like the idea of her being with that Italian.
To be honest, I don't care whether you like it or not.
Are you going to stand here much longer? - Can I...?
No. You can't. Not even for one night.
Where are you going to go? - To Louise.