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Will you get my luggage for me?

Whoopsie.

Miss, are you okay? Miss?

-Is everybody okay?
-Are you okay?

How can I help, miss?

One room, one night. The Imperial Suite
with a view of the canal.

-The suite?
-Yeah.

-Let me see what I can do for you.
-Thanks.

Madam?

Thank you.

Have you stayed with us before?

Pepita Hilman. In the Imperial Suite,
with a view of the canal.

It happens to be vacant, miss.

So sweetie, are you in here all evening?

All night, miss.

-I was at Fashion Week just now.
-The opening.

Correct.
So they lost my suitcase...

-Oh.
-I know.

It will arrive soon.
It has all my stuff in it.

My laptop is in there, my makeup,
and my passport...

-I can't stay without a passport, right?
-Unfortunately not.

But you know what? We'll get to
your passport tomorrow morning.

Ms. Brinkmeester?

Go ahead.

Annabel Brinkmeester.

I'm here.

We're taking you to the police station.

Oh fuck...

-Hey...
-Come on.

Oh my god.

Oh my god. Is that Travis Bing?

Can I take a picture with him?

-Like this?
-Yes.

-No.
-I mean, it's just for fun.

Keep walking.

Keys.

Phone.

ID.

-I left it at home.
-Can't somebody get it for you?

-Boyfriend.
-No.

-Girlfriend.
-No.

Family?

A neighbour.

My tenant.

Tenant?

Yes. Jan Roet.
From veterinary clinic Roet 66.

And your watch, please.

I can't take it off.

You'll get it back once you get out.

-I never take it off.
-Madam...

-This is not up for debate.
-Exactly. It stays on my wrist.

It goes into a safe. You'll get it back.

Just put me in that safe with it, then.

Watch.

Ms. Brinkmeester,
you'll be back home before you know it.

I don't have a home.

There's nothing left for me.

Mr. Roet, would you be so kind to come
to the station and bring her ID for her?

I understand, but that's impossible.
I can't just up and leave now.

That's unfortunate, because
she can't be released without her ID.

-What? Is she in jail?
-Yes.

And there's no one else we can call.

-Help. Help.
-Hello?

Hush hush.

Great. Where is my watch?

You can pick it up at the front desk,
but it may take a while.

I have some good news, though.
The coffee is free.

-And happy birthday.
-Thanks.

Today is your birthday?

-You can still congratulate me.
-Congratulate you?

I've had to send away waiting patients

and cancel the rest from the car
as we don't have a receptionist.

But hey... Congrats.

I do have an excuse,
if you let me explain.

This is not my business,
and I'd like to keep it that way.

No. This is your business, though.
If I'm honest.

Let's have a coffee. I'm gasping
for a cup, and I'm afraid you do too.

-Alright. Spill the beans.
-Okay.

Yesterday I was having a terrible day.
Pepijn is working overtime all the time

and goes outside whenever he gets
a call because it's business and shit.

How typical.

-I think he's cheating on me.
-He is, Bel.

-But he promised not to do that again.
-Like you promised to come to Nepal?

Bitch.

Okay, so he cheated on me once
a long time ago.

But as you know
we talked it out and made up.

I know. With a trip to New York City
that you paid for.

He doesn't love you, Bel.

You are a credit card and he
is a hot-water bottle to snuggle up with.

-Why don't you come after all?
-Nope.

Don't you have anything better to do
than slutting around on Ibiza?

-I'm going there for training.
-Training?

-Yeah!
-Yes, bitch!

Of course. What kind of training?

-Barista training.
-Right.

What does that have to do with me?
Why are you telling me?

Because then you maybe
won't want to kill me once I'm finished?

-What's up?
-Her plane has departed.

-Is that why you're calling?
-Yes.

It's almost my birthday
and I need company.

-You in for a chill evening on the couch?
-But I have a studio session.

You know those last
until the wee hours.

Hey, Pine. Come here.

-Shush. Stop that.
-Why would I?

-Is Karlijn there with you?
-I mean...

I thought you wouldn't mind.
You're never home before ten anyway.

-No, but I wanted to get to...
-Jona is here. I need to go now. Later.

-Bye, honey.
-Pepijn?!

It's fucking Karlijn! That bitch.

-Hey.
-What do you want?

Yes?

-Hello, this is Puck.
-Who?

This is Puck, from Roet 66.

-We got another package delivery.
-I'm on my way to a restaurant now.

-I'll put those boxes out on the street.
-But Pucky, darling.

Stop nagging, will you? Be a dear, okay?

Sorry, Annabel.
Can I interrupt you here?

Of course you can, Jan.
Interrupt all you want.

-Puck told me you said something else.
-I did? What did I say?

Well...

-I'm on my way to a restaurant now.
-It's not five yet. There's still time.

If you don't come
the boxes go out the door.

Then I will make sure
Jan Roet will throw you out, babe.

Because as you know
I'm his clinic's landlady.

If you don't show up in fifteen minutes
your Valentino is out on the street.

-My what?
-Woops.

Hi. Where is my Valentino?

Hello?

-I'm having lunch now.
-It's five o'clock in the afternoon.

And this is my first break today.
Go figure.

Pluck... Please.

Puck. My name is Puck.

We don't have a receptionist.
Do you know what that means?

No idea.

Every time a delivery comes in I have to
put my work on hold to accept it.

And that means another animal's health
is put at risk in the operating room.

Let me get this. One sec.

Good afternoon. Vet clinic Roet 66,
Puck speaking. Hold on, please.

-Why don't you sit down?
-I'll get it myself.

Yes, I'm here.
Oh, excuse me. One moment, please.

-What the hell? What are you doing?
-Give me my handbag.

You'll get it
once you've put the others away first.

-Get your filthy hands off my stuff.
-Hey, what's going on in here?

She wants to throw out
my new handbag.

I have an appointment
with my accountant

but instead she wants me to move
all these packages upstairs first.

-I suggest you do that later.
-Yes, later. Good idea.

-We need to talk about...
-Bye.

Oh, so you did hear me say
we needed to talk about something?

Of course I did. That's why I called you
to pick me up. Now we can talk.

You know, I could let you walk home.

I was just really busy.
I had this business meeting, I mean...

Okay, I'm sorry. No more excuses.
What did you want to tell me?

Just finish your story. Come to the point.

Okay. Take it easy.

Do me a favour and be nice to me.

-You're bankrupt.
-Sure.

Your inheritance is gone. You're broke.

You can't joke about this. There are
tons of people who use the food bank.

I've tried to explain so many times.
Listen. 1.7 million is a lot of money.

And a year has many days.

If you keep spending loads of money
each day and don't earn a penny

you'll be finished in no time.

-So I'm skint.
-Yes, and it's even worse.

-Sure.
-You're deep in debt.

Listen, I have a plan.
I could sell your property in Amsterdam.

But you need to sign for it, and you will.
I can tell you that much already.

And there's one more thing.
You must to hand in your car too.

-Nonsense. I'm not doing that.
-Annabel...

This is not nice at all.
Can I get the check, please?

I can't believe this is happening.

Okay. What if all of this is true?
Why don't I know about it?

Wait. You don't know? I tried calling you.
I tried email. I sent you DMs, Annabel.

I got you on the phone only once when
you were at some kind of nasty party.

I was attending class, not a party.

Cheers, bitch.

Party.

-Annabel, please...
-It was a swimming course.

What's going on? Are you okay?

Do you drink too much? Are you
in the AA? Has your wife left you?

-Listen, Annabel. The good news is...
-Oh, god.

that if I sell the property in Amsterdam
you're clean as a whistle. Out of debt.

You can keep talking like this, Aernout,
but I won't believe you.

-Because that would mean I'm homeless.
-Yes, you are.

Oh, hi. That sirloin steak and quinoa...

I'm sorry to tell you, madam.
Your card is blocked.

Now you see what happens.
I've tried to explain it to her, but...

-So that's what happened.
-Oh.

That's right. I'm broke.

I get that this is bad news, and I should
have called you, but I was so shocked.

-But I thought you had...
-We can talk it out in a minute.

And you can kill me if you want to,
which I understand. But there's more.

And I can reassure you
that what comes next is just my problem.

Pepijn Hilman's voicemail.
I won't listen...

That fucking.
Fuck you, and fuck that fucking bitch.

-So then what?
-I drove to his office. And guess what.

He was banging the bitch.

The lights were off.
There was nobody there.

-But that's a positive, right?
-No. He lied about his whereabouts.

-And you can bang Karlijn anywhere.
-Really?

So I message her: 'Where are you?'
No response. I'm being blueticked.

So I raced home to see if he was there.

Right. So was he in there?

No. The lights were off in there as well.
So I grabbed my phone...

You fucking filthy liar, you.
You're such an ungrateful lowlife.

You can keep brainstorming
with that whore forever.

I never want to see that schmuck face
of yours ever again, Pepijn Hilman.

Surprise.

-Okay, cheers.
-I'm sorry, guys.

-Jesus Christ.
-Goodnight.

-Let's go.
-Oh my god.

See you tomorrow, sweetheart.

-Call me, okay?
-Later. I promise.

-You better.
-I will.

-Honeybunny...
-Bye.

Call me.

-Sorry. I'm having the worst day ever.
-Are you serious? Because of Marloes?

When will you realise
that going to Nepal is utter nonsense?

-Spiritual awakening? What the fuck?
-I'm broke.

Broke?

-I'm out of money.
-What do you mean?

The house has to go,
and my car has to go.

But the very worst thing

is that I have to kick out
that sweet and amazing Jan Roet.

Alright.

The house has to go, my car has to go.
And I'll have to kick out the vet.

The money is gone.

So you thought you should quit Pepijn
as well? Great idea. Seriously.

-No.
-Yes you did.

No. I was angry, but not anymore.

I love that you organised all this.
I really do.

I don't believe you anymore.
This is over.

-Are you leaving me?
-Of course I am.

So you never have to see
my schmuck face ever again.

-I didn't mean that.
-Oh, you didn't?

-Sweetie...
-I'm not your sweetie anymore.

I'm done, okay?

-Did you stay with me for my money?
-I don't buy my friends with credit cards.

You and your sob story
about Annie the pitiful orphan.

Stop blaming other people
for your problems, Annabel. It helps.

That prick.

Maybe you're better off without him.

I'm not. I need him more than ever now.
Don't you understand?

-I'm really sorry about the property.
-That's alright. I feel sorry for you.

-You feel sorry for me?
-Yes.

You have to find a new place real quick.

There seems to be a buyer already.

Yeah, I know.
There is a buyer for the property.

-How do you know?
-Because I know the buyer.

He's quite a nice guy. Great dude.

So you know the buyer?

Not only do I know him. I am the buyer.

You're buying my property
without telling me beforehand?

That's why we needed to talk yesterday.

-So you knew that I...
-Aernout called. He couldn't reach you.

And he warned me
that the clinic would soon have to go.

You did that behind my back?

Hey. I wanted to tell you, but you're
always out and don't answer your phone.

So when push came to shove last week
I wanted to talk about the property.

I thought you wanted
to ask for rent reduction.

-Then you were out of the country.
-For a language course in Italy.

You can tell me whatever you want,
but you're two-faced.

-I'm two-faced? Me?
-Yes.

And now I'm taking a very long
and hot shower. Bye.

-Enjoy it while it lasts.
-You'd better be nice to me, mate.

There are so many people
interested in the property.

And the buyer needs one little thing.
My signature.

Asshole.

Annabel.

What the... What are you doing here?

-I'm helping you clean up the place.
-Are you really?

Of course I'm not. Give me my wallet.

-Why don't you sit down. Then we'll...
-Don't bother. Wallet.

What?!

-What the fuck? Are you serious?
-I'm sorry.

You're bloody mental.
I'm going to sue you for this.

-For what? Soiling a wallet?
-Identity theft. I want every penny back.

Every penny? I'll send you a bill
for of everything I paid for you.

Like your MacBook, Gucci sunglasses,
business class tickets, and underpants?

The difference being that you gave me
all those things, which was kind of chill.

You've been dating my inheritance.

You have done just as little as me
to earn that money. It was sheer luck.

Wow.

I'm sorry.

This will make you stronger.

KARLIJN
WHERE ARE YOU, MY HONEYBUNNY?

Within 24 hours of our breakup
you already are Karlijn's honeybunny?

I can't believe this.
You are such an unreliable bastard.

So I'm unreliable, am I?
Fuck you, Annabel.

Fuck this shit.

Annabel?

I heard...

a commotion.

I thought you were someone else.

I hope you like salmon.

I'm a vegetarian.

Right. I should have known.
You are just so obnoxiously perfect.

Next time I'll throw quinoa salad at you.

A smile.
I really needed to see one of those.

I heard the door slam and saw Pepijn
storm out, so I thought you needed help.

Just a taste.

-It's from the supermarket, not the deli.
-Oh, no. That's terrible.

That will be Puck. I have to go.

I would clean up first if I were you.

-Can I? Thanks.
-Please.

-Here you go. I hope it fits.
-Hello?

For Christ's sake. Did everybody forget
you're supposed to knock?

-The door was open. Is Jan in here?
-Yes. He's in the kitchen.

Was in the kitchen.

I fell into a bowl of salmon salad.

That's very sweet, but I threw it
right in his face thinking he was my ex.

-That's hilarious.
-Yes.

-It looks good on you.
-Thanks.

Jan, Marvin thinks Anastasia
is afraid of heights.

That's impossible in parrots
but he wants a second opinion.

Marvin. Okay.

Annabel, I will never forget that.

Just taking a look in here.

Jan said he won't move in, so I told him
I might be interested in subletting.

He said he would think about it.

Isn't that nice of him?

I don't want to complain,
but this is expensive.

-I sold my Gucci glasses this morning.
-I see. That must have hurt.

Not at all. It's just some sunglasses.

This is because you deserve it.

-You grovelling is a huge red flag.
-Don't be ridiculous.

Why did I say yes to this?

-Jan?
-Yes.

Can I speak with you for a sec?

There are no secrets
between Puck and I.

That sounds like a very healthy
working relationship.

-I want to make it up with you because...
-He bailed you out.

-Jan told me about that.
-Obviously

So I wanted to invite you
for dinner tonight. My treat.

I have classes this evening, but I guess
tomorrow should be fine. Sounds good.

I was talking to Jan, because
he helped me out and not you.

So what do you say?
It's this wonderful little place.

Why do I always get the sense
that you have a hidden agenda?

-Well?
-Good question.

'Hidden agenda' sounds a bit unlikeable.

-So you do have a hidden agenda.
-Will you shush for a minute?

I have a proposition for you.

It's a very interesting proposition.

Alright. What is your proposition?

Let's start with a little chat, shall we?

-How was your day?
-Annabel...

Amazing, this Rioja. Nice and dry, fresh
and yummy. He'd like some too. Right?

-I'm all ears.
-So I figured everything out.

When Marloes is back in six months
I'll move in with her.

-That's so lovely of her.
-Very much so.

She doesn't know yet,
but she always does the right thing.

-And come September...
-Is this another one of your stories?

If you stop interrupting me
I'll be very quick.

So I'm looking for a job
and a place to live.

But these days it's not that easy
for a single woman like me.

I'll be on my own, out on the street.

Let's cut to the chase.
What's your proposition?

I have to sell my property.

But as you know
the buyer needs my signature.

Listen. If I list the place online
it will sell in no time.

-Yes? So?
-I'll have many buyers to choose from.

But let me tell you, Janny-boy.
I want you to be my buyer.

Because I want you to have it.

If you give me what I want.

Which is letting me
live upstairs for free.

-Ah, now the cat comes out of the bag.
-What cat? What bag?

Annabel,
this actually sounds like blackmail.

-It's not. It's just a win-win situation.
-No, this is blackmail.

-What the hell do I get out of this?
-The property.

-Yes. So what?
-Just that.

-Just that...
-Of course. Tomorrow is fine.

-Just that I'll be your receptionist.
-You?

-You can't be serious.
-Come on. How hard can this be?

I can answer the phone. 'Hello.'
Anybody can do that, I do it all day long.

It's a win-win-win. Everybody's a winner,
and Puck is going to love this.

You did what? Her?
This is a terrible, terrible...

-A terribly brilliant idea.
-Do you have any animal experience?

-No.
-Have you been an assistant before?

Annabel,
have you ever had a job before?

Yes, selling biscuits.

I made them myself. For the flea market.

A Queen's Day flea market?

I see. How old were you? Four?

Don't be such a sourpuss, Janny-boy.

Please?

Pretty please?

You know you want this. Come on.

Okay. Deal.

-But don't call me Janny-boy.
-I promise.

Okay, then I guess we're done, right?

Check, please.

I'm only joking.
It was a joke. Sorry, go back to work.

This is getting old.

-Thank you so much. Bye.
-Have a lovely evening.

Are you sure this is correct?

We didn't order that much, did we?

Alright then. Let me get...

-Need help with that? No worries.
-No, thanks.

-Don't.
-Are you sure?

Do you accept stunningly exclusive
and far too expensive designer coats?

Don't be ridiculous.

It's just a coat. I can buy another one.

You know,
I've kind of had a good time tonight.

You sound surprised.

I won't take no this time.

Okay. That's quite harsh.

You're sweet.

No need to grovel anymore.

Your proposal has been accepted.

And I'm eternally grateful for that.

I'm quite glad I don't have to say
goodbye now. I love my little property.

-You've been living there a long time?
-Yes. Since I turned eighteen.

Sensitive issue?

It's a sensitive issue.

Then there's the number 6, which is
Bella's number. And why is that?

Because her dad and I
both were born on the 6th of the month.

Thank goodness to a different mother.

And of course we have
a property in Amsterdam.

-Number...
-66.

Exactly. And your most annoying habit
is you always throw double six with dice.

-It doesn't make sense at all.
-And your lucky number is of course...

-Double six.
-That's right. Double six.

But the real lucky ones here
are we, of course. Your dad and I.

We're so incredibly happy to have you
as our beautiful, lovely daughter.

-Her present.
-The present. That's right.

-Could you get up on the stage, dear?
-Go.

-Come on.
-This is your big moment. Go on.

-Shall we open it?
-Absolutely.

-Are we ready?
-Here we go.

-I have the exact same one.
-Dad...

Now you'll never be
six minutes late again.

And by the way, it has this detail.
It's an inscription of the number 66.

How lovely.

-Thank you so much.
-Six, five, four, three

two, one... Happy birthday!

? happy birthday to you ?

-Go and have some fun.
-Thanks, dad.

Eighteen years old already.

And keep it down, okay?

-I wish I you could stay like...
-Mum...

-Okay.
-Breakfast at half past eight?

-Let's make that brunch, shall we?
-Alright.

See you tomorrow, my dear.

Listen up people,
I have an announcement.

My parents just left the building!

Shots, everybody!

-Ready?
-Yeah.

Birthday girl!

Crank down the volume!

-Shit, mate. How big are my pupils?
-They're very big and very pretty.

Alright. The party is over, guys.
Everybody out.

-What's happening?
-What the hell?

-Annabel?
-That's her name. Isn't she pretty?

And today is her birthday.

Annabel, please come with me.

Come along. Are you okay?

Annabel.

Bye, Annabel.

Annabel.

Annabel?

Your father appointed me
as the manager of your estate.

As the only heir you won't have to worry
about your finances.

You have 1.7 million euros in savings
at your disposal.

You inherit
your parent's home in Bussum

and a property in Amsterdam,
located on Vrijheidslaan.

So I immediately sold off
the other properties, and moved in here.

My goodness, Annabel.

Now I feel guilty
for going behind your back.

No need.

I'm actually glad
you're buying the property.

-You are?
-I am.

So um... This is me.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry. Was that okay?

Yes.

Yeah, I guess it was.

Are you coming up?

Sure.

So now you're living in his apartment.

-I am.
-That's really nice of...

-Jan.
-Jan?

-So why don't you have to pay rent?
-It's not actually free.

-I'm his receptionist, remember.
-You're is receptionist?

Still a good deal?
He is rather sexy, isn't he?

Sexy is...
He's not bad-looking or anything.

Okay, but isn't he a tad boring?

That's not too bad.

Those are your words, Bel.
You said he's a tad boring.

You could say I've been getting
to know him a bit better lately.

-You know him a bit better now?
-Yeah.

-And we have got good vibes going on.
-Good vibes?

You're vibing with the vet?

-Did you have sex with him?
-Me?! Are you joking?

-Annabel...
-Alright, we've had sex alright.

So you're fucking your landlord
and getting your apartment for free?

There is a name for that.

Listen. I'm helping him out in his clinic,
and I actually like him.

-I'm serious.
-Oh?

And he likes me right back.

I know I used to say
he was a little bit boring, but...

Right.

-But when he gets into it, he can go wild.
-Wild, huh?

But he still has this jealous assistant,
and Jan takes his job very seriously

so we do have some rules.

This is veterinary clinic Roet 66.

Veterinary clinic Roet 66.
Annabel speaking.

Annabel, can I have a quick word?

Mind of I call you back in five minutes?
Thank you.

We never do it during opening hours.

More. Give me more.

Or when Puck is around.

-It's just so much fun.
-What is? Sex or your job?

Both, Marloes. It's both.

-A dog just bit me.
-More. Give me more.

In case we need to start dog CPR
you begin like this. Make a triangle.

You push at the beat of 'Staying Alive'.

We're such a lovely couple.

I'm being helpful for the first time.

Your dog does what on the rug?

Alright, noted. Rottweiler, castration,
testis in a doggie bag.

Is the rug very expensive?

Marvin, your parrot is fine.
You were in here yesterday.

Bye.

It's just a tiny little pinprick.

-Annabel, I think the phone is ringing.
-Why don't you answer it?

I even baked him a cake.

Who are you
and what did you do with my girl?

-Photo.
-Photo.

I don't know.

At least I'm glad I'm not climbing
a mountain in Nepal right now.

Bitch.

Madam, I promise you
Dora will be just fine.

And if you have any questions or want
to talk you know where we are. Okay?

That would be lovely.
Thank you very much.

-Have a nice day. Bye.
-You too.

So? How was it?

It went fine. That poor lady lost her
husband a year ago, and now her dog.

But Dora is going to make it.

We'll keep a close eye on her in post-op.
She'll be just fine.

Let me do it. That way you can visit
your dad in hospital. Puck has classes.

-I can cancel my classes tonight.
-Not a good idea. It's your exams.

But Dora's life is just as important.

Puck, I've been working here for weeks.
I'm not a rookie anymore.

I will watch Dora for you tonight.

-I can watch Dora just as well tonight.
-Jan?

Jan?

Jan...

Hey. Everything is just fine, sweetie.

I'll be right back. See you in a sec.

Annabel?

-What is it?
-Thank goodness. I was just in time.

What's wrong?
Puck, tell me what happened.

Her pulse was gone. It's back now.

Let's get her back on the table.
One, two, three...

-Lift.
-Good job, girl.

-Thanks for calling me.
-Of course.

Did we overlook anything?
Her stats were fine.

The ventilator was working.
The surgical site looked good.

-Then a cardiac arrest out of the blue?
-I know.

-Why did you leave?
-Did you leave her?

I just had to get something.
But I was back in a sec.

-Were you? While she was dying here?
-Puck...

-Five minutes later and she...
-I was back in no time.

Right. The second you were out
she just happened to...

-She was fine.
-She doesn't belong here.

-You know, but she's manipulative.
-What's that all about?

I heard you say you're having sex
with him for a rent-free apartment.

You told your friend.
What's her name? Marlies?

You told Marloes that? Is it true?

I didn't say that.
It was just a joke.

Does it even matter
what I say anymore?

Bye, Annabel.

-Yo... Annabel?
-Marvin. Anastasia.

More. Give me more.

Time to start the viewing.

-Alright. That's the coat rack.
-Coat rack.

-The shower can turn cold, but it works.
-Cold. Cold.

This is the kitchen.

And here we go.
Your bedroom.

It's a three-month lease. You pay before
the 1st, and the deposit is 1,500 euros.

-1,500 euros?
-Yes, but you'll get it back afterwards.

Marvin, I'll be very honest with you.

I don't have that kind of money.

And if I can't stay here, then...

-I'll be sleeping under a bridge tonight.
-Pay up. Pay up.

MOKUM MONEY PAWN SHOP

Watches like these are usually 4 grand.

But unfortunately that inscription
knocks down the value considerably.

But that's what holds
the most value to me.

Is that so?
Then why would you want to sell it?

I don't want to sell it. I just need money
and I'll come back for it.

Alright, love. Listen here.

Mokum Money can offer you 2 grand
at a 5% interest rate.

The term of payment is two weeks.
Hold on, make that four...

No. Two weeks.

Take it or leave it.

Deal? Alright then,
let me get your money for you.

Let me see now.

I know. I watch all of my customers.
You can't trust anybody these days.

The worst ones are
when you least expect it. Here you go.

-What the fuck?
-I know, right?

I'm not a vet,
but I think she's still alive there.

-What about privacy?
-What's the meaning of this?

-It's not...
-She just set me up.

You wanted me out, and you fell for it.

The pets are better off without you.
You don't belong here.

But it's fine.
Jan has made his decision, obviously.

You win.

But you should know that Jan here
suffers from broken-wing syndrome.

He adores helpless women
who can't make it without his support.

Good luck with that.

Hopeless piece of shit.

So I didn't do anything wrong.

Bel... Don't you walk away again.

-I'm not walking away. I'm going home.
-But this is your home.

Bel, I'm sorry. I had no idea
Puck would do something like that.

This is not about Puck.
This is about you and me.

Exactly. That's why I apologise to you.

And I'll let you stay in your apartment
and keep your job.

-A minute ago you thought I killed a dog.
-I thought you hadn't kept your promise.

And what you told Marloes...
What was that about?

That's what Puck made out of it. Tell me,
why do you believe her and not me?

You can't blame me for that.
I can't tell when you are being honest.

I'm serious.

Okay.

Hey, Bel... Excuse me, Bel?

Stay. Just stay?

No.

-Can I lend you some money?
-No need.

Thanks to Mokum Money, that is.
I pawned my Rolex.

Oh no... What are you doing?

I have to learn to stand on my own
two feet. That's what I'm doing.

-Sorry, babe. What are you doing here?
-I'm here for a job. I've been asked to...

A job? Why?

Let me finish, will you?
It all started with Marvin.

Okay. So Marvin, whoever he may be.

-Cheers, bitch.
-Cheers, bitch.

So Marvin got me a job interview.

-Oh? Were?
-With Antoinette.

From the Brisant online magazine.

-Juice.
-I know.

Marvin said
they're always looking for girls like me.

They're always looking for girls like you.
Intelligent, beautiful...

-Creative, brilliant.
-More. More.

-Did Marvin tell you that?
-That's what Marvin told me.

-So anyway, I called Antoinette.
-Oh my god. You got her number?

-Yep.
-No way.

-But she wanted to know one thing.
-And what was that?

Got any experience in journalism?

I have. Absolutely.

-Like where?
-I did Echo.

-Echo?
-What the fuck is Echo?

She happened to ask the same thing.

-Who did?
-Antoinette.

So I told her:
It's an online magazine.

At Gooisch Lyceum.

A student newspaper?

-So she wanted to kick me out at once.
-Obviously.

But then I told her:
'Come on, babe. Give me a chance.'

It's journalism. How hard can it be?
Anyone can do that.

-Of course.
-Then I saw her iPad, showing...

-What? Who?
-And you will love this.

-Travis Bing.
-That's right. He's in Cannes right now.

I'm looking for someone
to attend his premiere in Cannes.

He's a cool guy.
I mean, a really nice guy.

-Do you know him?
-Yeah, I do.

I met him, at the Grand.

You met him?

What was he like?

Well, he was...

pretty intense.

But mostly it was fascinating.
Very fascinating indeed.

Forgive me for asking,
but what were the circumstances?

That's kind of a private matter,
just between me and Trav.

It's too long a story to tell you now.

But what I can tell you
is that I met him there.

And if you send me to Cannes
I'll come back with something you'll love.

I'm not buying any of this.

But she is a gutsy girl.
And I like that.

Listen. Lynn will send you a financial
offer you won't be able to refuse.

And if you manage to surprise me
you've got jobs to choose from.

You see, if you can find out for me
whether he has a girlfriend...

I will give you a hefty bonus.

Oh my god, Bel.
Can I come with you, please?

I'll give you anything to come along.
My phone, car, fuck buddies. Please?

The press junket
is at 9:30 a.m. tomorrow.

Oh. Then I'll still be in bed.

-I'm going to pick out my outfit, so...
-Ladies.

-I was planning to...
-Oh... got it.

-Okay. Babe?
-What's up?

Just one more drink.

You'll be back at your hotel room
in 30 minutes.

-Don't you dare. Oh my god, bitch. Don't.
-I can't get up.

-Be safe.
-Okay. Will do. Bye.

-Love you.
-Sweet dreams.

Bye.

Bye, bitch.

-Miss?
-Yes?

Miss?

-Yes?
-This is the wakeup service, madam.

-It's half past ten.
-Oh, shit...

For crying out loud.

Those filthy French.

CANNES
INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL

TRAVIS BING
BINARY

Pardon me.

ANTOINETTE
HOW WAS IT?

Thank you. That's enough.

Shit.

-Hi.
-Hi. How was it?

-How was what?
-The press conference, Bel.

Oh, right. It was great.
I'm processing all of my notes right now.

My source tells me that no Brisant
journalist was present to ask questions.

That's strange, because
I was present and I did ask questions.

So my source
didn't pay attention today?

I didn't tell them I was from Brisant.
It didn't seem like a good idea.

-What's that racket out there?
-I'm processing my notes at a flex desk.

-Do you mind? I have work.
-I do hope you'll hand it in.

Or you can pay
your own plane tickets.

Fantastic. Thank you, got to go. Bye.

Fuck. What was it again?

You start by checking if the mouth
is blocked by mucus or a foreign object.

Okay...

If something is stuck, remove it
carefully. Then you check its breathing.

Place your hand on its chest.

Then we start mouth to snout breathing.

In case we need to start dog CPR
you begin like this. Make a triangle.

You push at the beat of 'Staying Alive'.

You're a little sweetheart, aren't you?
Would you like a snack?

This is Annabel's voicemail.
Leave a message after the...

Hey, Bel. It's me.

I... I'm not sure how to say this.
It's just that...

I'm... sorry about what happened.

I've had this clinic for too long,
but if I'm not there I want to go back.

But the place is so terribly quiet
and empty without you.

So I... I miss you.

Alright. I'm fine, by the way.
I just wanted to tell you that.

Call me soon, okay?

Bye.

ANTOINETTE
UPDATE?

RECORD

-Bel.
-Jan.

Jan...

Bel.

Annabel, what the fuck are you doing?

Fuck.

This is genius.

I mean, it's actually brilliant.
A wonderful portrait.

It shows eye for detail
with lots of titbits. Juice.

I mean, it's like you know him
on a personal level.

Alright. Here's your salary.
And I want you to work for me.

Of course you have it. It's a Rolex
Oyster Perpetual with an inscription.

I have your paper,
with the money plus interest.

I know, but I sold it. Last Monday.

-The term was four weeks.
-Two weeks.

-You said four.
-Don't know. Maybe you misheard me.

Thankfully I work with contracts, so...

Fuck!

What are you doing?

-I don't recognise my own daughter.
-You are a failure.

You are such a terrible disappointment.

A double disappointment.

Who are you?

JAN
HEY BEL, I WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN

LET'S MEET SOMETIME

BELLA
HOW ABOUT RIGHT NOW?

-Jan?
-I took the day off.

-We could...
-Great. I need help. I'll explain later.

-What are you doing?
-I was at Cannes and Ziggy fell in.

I performed dog CPR like you taught me.
It worked and everybody was amazed.

Even I was amazed.

-Ziggy?
-He's a dog and his owner is...

-Travis Bing.
-Yes. How do you know?

I don't know what you're doing,
but I'm done with the charades.

You better leave.

What are you doing?

-Hi. Annabel.
-Oh, hi.

You know Travis Bing is in town?

Yes, he seems to be.

He's giving a press conference.
In the Grand.

Brisant hasn't been invited, because
Mr. Bing didn't like us much apparently.

But I managed to arrange one seat
at the last minute, especially for you.

-But I'm ill.
-No, you are not.

You just take some paracetamol
and make sure you're there.

I've been sick all evening.
If I go there...

I will make a complete idiot
of you, Brisant and myself.

-Annabel...
-I'm sorry. I just...

In case you reconsider
I'd like to hear from you.

Yes, of course.
Will do, thanks. Cheerio.

Hey. Feeling better again?

Oh... Kind of, thanks.
What are you doing here?

I'm covering for you. So now
there's two of us. Great, come on.

I thought I was feeling better,
but now I feel like...

-Not a chance. With me.
-Okay.

Oh god. If Travis
will only look in my direction

it will make my day,
let alone my whole life.

-I need to pee.
-No, don't go.

-Madam...
-Annabel.

-What is your status?
-Are you in love?

Hey! Where did you go?

-Annabel?
-Annabel.

Annabel?

Bel?!

Whoa...

ANNABEL

Hey, Bel.

I wanted to give you this
at a dinner date.

But things don't always go
according to plan.

Take care.

Jan.

How was your meal?

-It was great. Thank you.
-Good.

Our chef worked hard on it.

-Compliments to the chef.
-Will do.

Bella? Compliments
from this gentleman over here.

Hey.

Hey.

You work here?

It's just a part-time job.

And it's convenient for my studies.

-I'm training to become a pastry chef.
-That's great.

Are you on your own?

A client happened to give me
a voucher for this very restaurant.

You know Marvin, right?

To thank me for services rendered.

-Out of the blue.
-Well...

How nice of him.

Thank you.

A voucher especially for you.

It was valid for tonight only.

But I don't mind.
I'm used to eating alone.

Yeah, so am I.

-How is the clinic doing?
-It's fine.

I've replaced Puck.
And I have a new receptionist now.

She has a license this time.

It's such a relief.
But nevertheless boring as heck.

I'm sorry about that Travis thing.

I read he has a new girlfriend now.

He has?

Too bad for me.
I've wasted my chance.

No. I've learned my lesson well.

But I do want to say that...

my feelings for you
have always been real.

So that's why
I never heard from you again.

-I sent you flowers for...
-Flowers? Are you sure?

Yes. Well, you didn't either, did you?

Come on now.
The ball was kind of in your court.

I waited for you.

Annabel, I don't want any more lies.

-I promise.
-Not one.

-I know. I won't.
-I mean it.

But what a coincidence that I happen
to meet you here on this very evening.

Because in 45 minutes it's my birthday.

-It's almost your birthday.
-Yeah.

And I don't like to be alone at midnight.

But if you don't want to be alone...

why didn't you throw a party?

Maybe I'm not being completely honest
with you right now either.

-Hi.
-Hi, there.

The ball was in my court, wasn't it?
Now it's in yours.

Six, five, four, three, two, one...

Happy birthday.

-Thank you so much.
-Congrats, babe.

-I brought you flowers. Congratulations.
-Thank you.

Come here.

Happy birthday.

Happy Bitchday.

Bel? Happy birthday after all.

Okay, bitches.

happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you