"How are you, Mr. Karadeniz?" "Time to go home." "Mass is finished." "See you tomorrow, Anna." "Good-bye." "Enjoy." "Thank you very much, Martha." "Pierre, leave him in peace." "Thank God." "I thought you wouldn't make it." "And I can't manage without my mascot." "Jos, your turn." "Okay." "That's fast, mate." "Jos, last night, someone broke into Marcel's." "Yeah, all his pigeons are gone." "Good lord." "Good afternoon." "How may I help you?" "Dear friends, I absolutely want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing up in such large numbers." "And I'd say, long live Bunderzele." "And now a golden oldie, a special request from our dear friend Martha." "The kissing dance." "The kissing dance." "Let's rumble." "Idiot." "Hey, what's going on in there?" "Come on, Martha." "Leave them be." "No sex before the wedding." "Come on." "Pierre, stop it!" "Enjoy." "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the start of The Barcelona International, the most important race of the year, with 33,000 pigeons participating." "Attention for the start of the race." "Five, four, three, two, one." "They took off." "Try not to think about it." "Some more coffee?" "No, I'm good." "Did you hear?" "Colin is back." "Yes, so I've heard." "He came to De Zavelput, but I kicked him out." "Well done." "Why... did that asshole come back, for Christ's sake?" "Darling, come back here." "Come on." "Give that to me." "I wasn't planning on ever telling you, but he won't leave you alone, so I'd rather you hear it from me." "That... asshole isn't called Colin Evans, but Colin Montgomery." "And he wasn't here to find a grave." "Instead, he was hired to convince me to sell Wittekop." "Here." "His business card." "Did you sell Wittekop?" "I had no choice." "How so?" "He threatened to have this financing group he works for, take over Boulaert and to build all over the Kleiputten." "Is Colin here?" "No." "Why?" "That's a pity." "You can't imagine what I've discovered about his great-grandfather." "It's, it's... just unbelievable." "That's Colin's great-grandfather." "He looks a lot like Colin." "And that picture was taken near the Cloth Hall in Ypres." "Do you see that truck in the background?" "Look here." "That's the same truck." "Look closely at it." "It's full of pigeons." "That's a rolling pigeon loft." "Because pigeons were crucial to communication in World War One." "And the men who took care of those pigeons were called the Pigeoneers." "And now..." "Hold on." "Here." "Now have a close look at what's standing behind that soldier's leg." "Do you see?" "That's a pigeon basket." "Colin's great-grandfather was a Pigeoneer." "I'd go and look for him if I were you." "Is Colin here?" "No." "He packed his bags this morning and left." "Where to?" "Back to New York, he said." "I told him I think I know which cemetery his great-grandfather is buried at, but he didn't seem to care anymore." "Which cemetery?" "Croonaert Chapel Cemetery." "Yes, but where is it?" "Right here, in Heuvelland." "Do you want my moped?" "I'm happy to see you."