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-Enjoy. -Thank you.

You became quite good buddies with Alex and co.

Yes. They're actually pretty nice.

Especially Louise.

Daan, forget it, my boy.

-What? -You heard me.

You have to watch out.

With those rich families nothing is as it seems.

Jaques--

Everything you tell them in confidence will be used against you, sooner or later.

-That goes for ordinary families as well. -Don't be naive.

They'll never see you as an equal.

The rich aren't rich for nothing.

-Tell me when to stop. -Yes, sure.

Did you lose something?

I lost my necklace.

Unbelievable. She's been working here one day and something's been nicked.

You mean the new one?

Darling, you hired her yourself.

-True. -Come on.

Don't start that again.

Take your time to look.

What do you want with an imbecile like me?

Love is blind, Alex.

Is it your dad?

-Everything I do is ridiculous to him. -You can start a club without him.

-No, I can't. -Yes, you can.

You can do it.

-Come on, Louise. -I smell human meat.

Louise, stop.

-Not now, okay? -Okay.

-What is your dad doing? -I don't know.

Jan?

The wedding planner is here.

Good morning.

Apologies. Good morning, sir. I'm Melissa, the new nanny.

-Morning, Dad. -Morning, sweetie.

You're a coffee guy?

We're really lucky with this weather.

-Good morning. -Good morning, ma'am.

Ah, cookies.

Olivia, did you see mommy's necklace with the red stone? I lost it.

No.

Would you like a cookie?

No. No sugar for me.

-Coffee. -I'm working on it.

Shit, she's early.

-Who is it? -Christine!

I'm not ready yet. Come to the kitchen, the nanny will make you some coffee.

Are you ordering it today?

Dad?

Dad. Are you ordering it today?

Yes, yes.

-Dad will be ordering seed. -How nice. For planting flowers?

No, a stallion's seed.

-Dick juice. -Olivia.

-Dick juice? -Semen.

-Semen, right. -Well, good morning.

-Good morning. -Hi.

Good morning. I'm Melissa, the nanny.

-Dutch? -Yes. Funny that.

-Coffee? -No, don't bother. I'm not staying long.

-A cookie, however… -Dig in.

-Yes… -Hi.

-Shall we go? -Yes.

Make sure she puts on something clean when you go out.

-Of course. -Great.

-Bye. -Bye.

-So that's a June beetle? -Yes.

They're very common in this month.

The real showpiece of my collection is the hermit beetle.

The osmoderma eremita. An eremita is a hermit.

For 75 years it was deemed extinct,

but recently they found a few on the Bruges Moor in a hollow tree.

That's my husband Jan.

That's my youngest daughter Louise and her boyfriend Alexander Vandael.

-The son of… -Patrick Vandael, yes.

I did so many events for the Vandaels.

Including Olivia's Communion, for 400 guests.

-I didn't know Louise was your daughter. -Yes.

We were talking about the colors, weren't we?

We agreed upon the table cloth and the napkins, didn't we?

-Eggshell, right? -Yes. Jan?

-Please join us. -I'm sorry, darling.

Emergency at the hospital.

I'm sorry. See you later.

Anyway. So, eggshell. Because pure white is not done anymore.

And the beautiful weather…

-Let's get out of here. -Thanks.

-True, but… -Excuse us.

-We're leaving as well. -Ah, okay.

-Good luck. -Louise.

I wouldn't use all eggshell napkins and rings.

What a load of bullshit. Mum is so preoccupied with that fucking wedding.

The wedding planner calls nonstop, just because Emilie is marrying a bigwig's son.

-Alex, you didn't clean off the vomit? -It's on the outside, isn't it?

And she swoons over Dubois.

Daddy doesn't like that either.

And every time he is fed up with it, he gets an emergency call from the hospital.

-Alex. -What?

Oops.

Go.

Here you go, Melissa.

-What's this? -For horseback riding, from Mum's closet.

-I'm not sure that's a good idea. -She doesn't care.

It will probably fit. It'll be great.

Hi!

-Look who it is. -Hey.

-Hey, buddy. -They're still alive.

-Hey, beautiful. -Here's the best looking one.

-How was it yesterday? -Good. It's a keeper, I think.

Keep drinking, that's the best remedy.

-Hi. -Hi.

Just keep on drinking.

-Hey, Daantje. Got home safe last night? -Sure.

And you? Do you have a massive hangover?

No. Are you joining us at tubing?

You said so yesterday.

-I think Louise would like that, right? -Yes.

Will you take care of the equipment? We have to change clothes.

-To change? Sure. -We'll be "changing" as well.

I'm sure.

What's up with you?

You're so fucking hot.

The others are waiting.

Let them wait.

Alex.

It's much better with this.

-You like it as well. -Because of the company I keep.

As long as you keep the right company.

Hello?

Uncle Jan with his frying pan is at your door.

-Pretty. -A bit closer.

Beautiful.

Come on! Go, faster!

-What did he say?! -Faster!

You're so lucky to have Alex.

Right?

Come, the boat awaits.

-Faster! -Faster!

Faster, Melissa! Go, faster!

Come on!

Faster!

Is that all you've got?!

Faster!

Come on!

You don't know how to ride, do you?

That's okay. I won't tell Mum.

Okay.

Boating accident.

Near the beach club.

-Alex! Alex! -Lex!

-Alex! -Alex!

Daan, he's not responding. Alex.

It's not helping. Alex!

Come on, Alex!

-Is help coming? -Yes.

-Come on! -Alex!

Oh, my boy…

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

We were so shocked when Louise called.

-Hi, Louise. -Hi.

Not the kind of phone call I like to receive.

What was all that?

-Hello. -Hi.

-And who are you? -Hi, I'm Daan.

-Pleasure. -Hi.

Daan works at the beach club. He saved Alex.

You're a lifeguard at Jaques'? I don't know how to thank you.

-Mum, please. -What?

Daan is no lifeguard. Daan is a friend.

A really good friend.

Okay. But I can still thank him, can't I?

How did it happen?

I don't know.

How long do the doctors say you have to stay?

-One night, if the test results are okay. -Alright. That's not too bad.

-Alex, I have to go to work. -Okay.

Buddy.

Ma'am. Ma'am.

-How will you get there? -There's a bus stop in front.

No, wait. Take a cab, son.

-Here you go. -No need. That's too much.

I have nothing smaller. Have a drink to celebrate the outcome.

Here you go.

I'll give you a ride.

Okay. Thank you.

No, that's for the good outcome. Thank you, really.

See you, sweetie.

Well then.

I'll send your dad a text that everything's alright.

Nice camera.

Are you a photographer?

No. I'd like to study photography, but that's very expensive.

Most photographers I know don't even have a degree.

Do you know many?

I own an art gallery.

Wow.

Show me your work sometime. If that's what you want.

Okay.

-What? -Making friends with the help now?

-I had to make up for something. -Really?

I don't really want to know.

What do your other friends think?

Louise and Victor are fine with it.

Matti willen agree with anything the group thinks, and Margaux…

Margaux is racist herself.

I'm not a racist, but make sure he doesn't take advantage of you.

Mom, how do you recognize a racist?

By sentences starting with: "I'm not a racist, but…"

-What? -Christine is one of my best friends.

Yeah, sure. Then it's all okay.

Are you leaving?

Yes.

Honey.

-Can you get home? -Yes.

Look who it is. The most beautiful girl in Knokke.

Suck-up.

Margaux and the others just left.

So, what would you like to drink?

-A Diet Coke, please. -One Diet Coke, coming up.

What did you think of my future mother in law?

I wasn't entirely comfortable.

-My mother is even worse. -Oh, really?

Yes.

What did they say after I left?

"Nice kid."

Nice kid? Really?

Yes. And, "a true hero."

A hero?

Not something along the lines of: "Since when do you hang out with immigrants?"

-No, they called you "the help". -The help? That's much better.

-He thinks I'm an imbecile. -Papa would never say that.

He did say it. You were there, weren't you?

What?

He treats you like shit as well.

-Hey, Alexander. -What?

Your dad and I have our problems, but we love each other.

Sometimes he loves someone else better.

What are you saying?

Is there something I should know?

-Alexander? -No.

Nothing, I'm sorry.

Set.

You probably play this very often with your parents.

No, they're too busy.

Daddy is always off building towers and football stadiums.

-And your mum? -She's too busy organizing stuff

and doing good things for poor people.

Does she donate to the poor?

-Hi, Mum. -Hey.

How's Alexander?

Good, really. The doctor says he can probably go home tomorrow.

-It will be alright. -Will you join us for a game?

Mum doesn't much like this.

Alright, one game.

-Seriously? -Yes.

Ah, Go Fish with horses.

A quick shuffle.

I'M FUCKING TIRED OF THIS PLACE

I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE!

They played this really bad prank.

Watch out.

Careful. Don't fall.

Set.

I win.

Set.

That's impossible. I only have three left. Who has my last card?

You always find everything between the cushions.

There it is. Look mum, your necklace.

I lost that.

How clever of you to find it.

-Another game, Melissa? -Yes, yes.

Will you join us, ma'am?

No need to be so formal.

Have fun.

I'M COMING TO YOU

BABE, WHERE ARE YOU?

Is there a problem?

Yes.

-A big problem? -Well…

1.8 meters long.

Handsome.

Arrogant, and lying in a hospital bed feeling sorry for himself.

It's my fault.

That he fell.

The steering wheel…

He can really get under my skin sometimes.

One minute he is insufferable

and the next he's charming.

I don't remember those charming moments.

Maybe it's just a mask

and behind it there's a good bloke.

I sometimes wonder…

What?

Here.

What?

-What's that? -A shark's tooth.

-It's for you. -Why?

Why?

-It's stupid, never mind. -Yes.

You wanted to console me?

-Yes. -With a shark's tooth?

-Yes, with a shark's tooth. -Daan, I'm not a ten year old girl.

I'm sorry.

When you just said…

"I sometimes wonder…"

I did see a 10 year old girl.

She's hurting, but can't share it with anyone.

-What? -Alright then.

-What do you want? -The shark's tooth.

-You want the shark's tooth? -Yes.

-Now you do? -Yes, I reconsidered.

-You reconsidered? Okay. -Yes.

Now you're too late.

Too bad.

-I want the shark's tooth. Give it to me. -Try to take it.

Give me the fucking shark's tooth!

Daan!

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

DAMN IT, REPLY WHERE ARE YOU?

That tooth can be… What are you doing?

That tooth can be anywhere between 40 and 65 million years old.

-Is it expensive? -No, not expensive, but rare.

Really?

-Are you happy with it? -Yes.

So you see: money doesn't make you happy.

But you can do fun stuff with it.

-But cheap things can be fun too, right? -True.

-No, I'm not talking about sex. -Okay, okay.

I had great summer holidays with families that actually saved up for them.

Alright.

-Ever been to a campsite? -Sure.

-Really? -Yeah. When I was little.

-Seriously? -Yes.

-Which one? -Campsite France.

Campsite France, give me a break.

Okay.

Never been.

Speaking of campsites: I'm going to one right now.

Come on.

-You've reached Louise. Leave a message. -Damn it.

-Mr. Vandael, did the doctor see you? -Yes, everything's alright.

-You can't leave without permission. -Sure I can.

-No, you can't. -Yes, I can.

To the campsite.

-Alexander? Weren't you-- -Where's Dad?

I'm Melissa, the new nanny.

Where's my dad?

In his study, I think.

Not the Crazy Lulu again?

You're not concerned about me?

How do you mean?

I just came from the hospital.

Your mum said as much.

I made a decision.

I'm opening the Crazy Lulu. And since I'm an imbecile, I won't bother you again.

You're not only a complete imbecile. You think you're quite the man, don't you?

Stay here when I'm talking to you.

-You're playing with fire. -I could tell mum some stories.

About the payment for that Fontana.

You couldn't help yourself, right?

And again one of her best friends?

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

Take it easy!

Calm down!

Get out, now!

Get the fuck out!

I don't want to see you again. Do you hear me?

That was the last time you threatened me in my own home!

Patrick! What is happening here?!

Fuck!