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Sam.

Sam.

Sam.

Sam, say something.

Say something. Please.

I had to be honest at some point.

So you’re saying this now, after...

I’ve come all the way here.

For how long?

Then what am I doing all the way over here?

Sam.

Welcome home!

Amazing.

So cute.

And?

Well...

Won’t be needing that anymore.

This gap year is going great.

I’m sure the sun will shine here too.

Sure.

Hey, he’s just a...

...he’s just a

For sure.

I’m glad to have you back, darling.

Yeah, for sure.

Are you sure you’re okay with this, Em?

That’s not her call.

And besides, mending a broken heart

is a lot easier in Amsterdam than in Krommenie.

Everything is going to be fine, Sammy.

Just trust us.

I don’t really trust anyone at the moment.

Oh babe, I get that. -No!

This is exactly what we’re not going to do.

What?

This...

Self-pity.

Wallowing in misery and gloom.

Everything is a little miserable and gloomy at the moment.

Then you’re letting he-who-must-not-be-named win.

You have to win.

I’d listen to your friend Sammy.

She knows best now.

You’ve been set free. You...

have set yourself free.

We’re going to celebrate that.

We’re going out tonight.

Now?

What do you think?

Wait till you’re ready?

We’ll still be here in the winter.

Go on...

...get changed.

Well...

...do you think we’ll get in by tomorrow?

No. This is going to be a long night, at this rate.

What’s up?

What the fuck?

We’ve been waiting way longer.

Relax, he’s probably famous or something.

No, guys like that think they’re better than us

because we let them do that.

They are with me.

No thanks.

We’re fine here.

Dude...

Let’s go.

Sammy...

Technically, we could have been sipping gin-tonics now.

Yeah, maybe that wasn’t the best idea.

but at least we’re together.

Good morning.

Rise and shine.

When are you going to start setting your own alarm?

I’ve been dragging you out of bed all week

and last time I checked, I wasn’t your mother.

Come on.

First day of work.

Do I have to?

Are you going to keep saying that?

No, sorry.

I’m really glad that I can come work at the hotel with you.

Dude...

After all, I dropped out of hotel school

because I’m so passionate about that kind of work.

Seriously, I put my neck on the line for you

with Melvin, so...

Don’t fuck this up.

Okay. -Okay?

I’ll do my best.

You better.

Ignore him.

Your new life starts today.

Come on.

And?

Stand up straight.

That’s it.

This is the backstage part of the hotel

where guests aren’t allowed.

Laundry carts, booze stockroom.

And this is the kitchen.

This is the bar

and here’s the restaurant.

And this is where you’ll spend most of your time.

The reception.

You must be Sam. -Yes.

Welcome.

This is Melvin, our manager.

Oh, just managing assistant.

It’s not that impressive.

He says

but usually he likes to act all important.

Just wait.

Britney, breakfast. -Hi.

So what are you doing at the reception...

...Britney?

See? On my way.

On my way.

Careful with Britney. She’ll gossip your ear off.

Good luck today, and if you have any questions

you know where to find me.

Thanks.

“She’ll gossip your ear off” Who says that?

And here is the desk.

For this, you need a keycard.

Look, you put this in...

and then you get the menu with all the room numbers.

Check -Check?

Thanks.

And?

How are you finding it?

You still need to get used to it.

Yeah, I’m exhausted.

I really had to pull some strings to get you in here.

I’m responsible, you know?

And if I want to become a manager, I can’t make any mistakes. Zero.

Everything has to be perfect.

Then I don’t know if I belong here.

You know what you need to do?

It’s past nine-thirty, and the spa is closed to guests.

So?

There are spare swimsuits downstairs.

You’ll feel way better.

And you’ll see why you want to work here.

Sure.

Hey.

Do you work here too?

Here?

Are you crazy?

So you’re a guest?

Yeah. Last time I checked, I was yeah.

This is closed to guests.

You’re not allowed to be here.

You really don’t recognize me?

I thought I...

...had left an impression.

Sorry?

Shame.

You could have just gotten into the club with me.

Did you guys have fun...

...waiting in the line for so long?

How about a second chance?

For your information, the pool is closed.

I don’t think they want people swimming after closing time.

I think it’s fine.

I think it’s wonderfully quiet here, like this...

after closing time.

“Fender”

Who the heck is called “Fender”?

The watch was definitely a present.

Twenty-three?

That guy is twenty-three.

Which twenty-three year old can afford a suite?

No clue.

He’s a Kroon.

Lily Kroon’s son.

That explains a lot.

He’s just a nepo baby.

Pretty muscular for a baby.

Muscular?

Yeah. You started talking about his muscles.

You’re not into him, are you?

Why?

I don’t know.

You had a swim together. -Dude.

What are you gossiping about all of a sudden?

Just now I was told to behave myself.

We’re not at work anymore.

Oh my god, look at this.

Good morning, sir.

Down?

Down, sure.

I’m looking for the breakfast.

Breakfast isn’t on the third floor.

Of course.

Second floor.

Not on the second floor?

As if you’ve never had breakfast here.

Leave those buttons alone. We’re going to the ground floor.

I knew you’d help me.

Hey, I’m Fender.

Sam.

Sam.

Nice name.

Suits you.

Really fits with you.

Can’t handle them? Complements?

Breakfast is here.

Cool.

Guests aren’t allowed on this floor, unfortunately.

Breakfast is upstairs. Good luck.

Sammy?

Yeah?

I need a word.

I’ve heard something we really need to discuss...

as...

as the assistant manager.

Go on then.

Britney was just rattling on about how she bumped into that Fender guy...

in the staff corridor lift...

Oh?

...where he was trapped, because he has no keycard.

So Brit was kind enough to bring him upstairs

but then she started wondering how he ended up there.

Did a staff member just leave him there?

Unbelievable, right?

Didn’t you know those lifts don’t go up without a card?

He started pressing all the buttons. I didn’t know what to do. Sorry.

It was a really weird situation.

I’m afraid you’ll have to go apologize.

What?

If Melvin finds out about this, which he will...

I want it to be resolved already.

I’m still responsible for you.

Now?

If possible, yes.

Yes.

Thank you.

Hey.

have to apologize for that incident in the lift, so...

Try to stay focused, Fender.

Fender?

Yeah, no worries.

Sorry for that thing in the lift.

Yeah.

Hey Sammy, what are you doing?

Is this really all my fault?

I get it now...

how it must have been for you

to fly halfway across the world only to hear that from me.

As if you have no control over anything anymore.

That’s what it was like for me too...

well, for you it must have been ten times-

Hey.

Are you guys still not done?

Shame, you would have more than welcome...

Little meeting with the boys upstairs.

Room service is going to be busy.

The entire hotel is complaining. Everyone can hear them.

I’m getting some noise complaints. Any idea what’s going on?

Suite 407.

Still?

That’s unacceptable.

We’ve got to shut it down. This isn’t a nightclub.

Party’s over.

Get lost.

You heard the hotel managers.

Piss off, the party’s over.

Yes, home time everyone.

Yeah come on guys, let’s go.

Can I tempt you?

Little meeting with the boys?

Something like that.

Our shift just got a little longer.

What are you doing?

Let housekeeping do that.

Housekeeping is not going to do this

so someone else has to do it.

Oh, nice.

Right, yeah.

What are we looking for again?

All-purpose cleaner.

And that happens to kept in this closet?

Yeah, there’s a utility closet like this on every floor.

Otherwise housekeeping has to take the lift a myriad times

which they already have to anyway.

So you think that’s the door to a suite, but this is what’s really behind it.

A bit like me.

What?

When they see me people also think “hmm, a suite...”

and then you turn out to be a utility closet?

No.

That’s not quite my artistic thing.

No, that’s apparent.

So what is?

Yeah, nothing.

Posting a thousand photos a day is not particularly artistic, right?

Unless you put something personal into them.

I mean, I primarily do it for others.

Selling shampoo?

Well, shampoo...

designer shoes, fashion.

Traveling is pretty cool.

It’s exactly the same, but more expensive.

You’re not easy to impress, are you?

People say one thing, but are the other.

I’m kind of done with that.

Sounds familiar.

Those guys...

everyone who hangs out with me

wants something from me...

to have something...

to be given something.

Yeah, makes sense right?

They’re just insecure, whilst you seem to have it all.

“Seem”?

Seem, yes.

Well, “seem”...

What do I know?

A lot...

it seems.

Here you are.

How hard is it to find all-purpose cleaner?

Chop, chop.

Almost done, almost bedtime.

I think I’m going to sleep for three days.

We’re definitely going to do that.

Sam.

What the fuck?

Hey Miel, how are you doing?

Good.

Nice.

Sam, could we have a quick chat, just the two of us?

What are you doing here?

Sam, honestly

I can start making loads of apologies

but there’s no point.

I’m actually-

Sorry could we just have two minutes...?

Sam, I completely understand how out of line my behavior was.

I thought about it, and... -Wow.

Listen, if someone cheats in a relationship

it means something is already going wrong

between those two people.

It means the foundations aren’t right.

It doesn’t mean you have to...

...make it worse.

Then you can be very sure it will fail.

Yeah, well you kind of did that.

A bit?

A bit severely.

So, to make it better we have to take a step back.

See what went wrong.

Listen Sam, you just have to take me back.

Give me another chance. I’ll do it all differently

and we’ll be totally fine.

You’ll get the best boyfriend you’ve ever had...

...back.

Hey, Bas.

I’m not as easy to impress anymore.

So...

You okay?

Sort of.

I could hear everything.

You just sent him away.

Well done.

You’re becoming really strong.

I love you, mate.

Honestly, if I didn’t have you- -I wouldn’t have you.

Sammy.

Sammy.

Sammy.

What are you doing here?

Hey, Sam...

please let me- -Bas.

This is nog going to happen.

Sam has been very clear, this is her workplace

so leave her alone, right now. -No.

Sammy, please let me- -Come on.

Sam. Let me-

Sammy let me-

Hey, relax.

-This is ridiculous. -Okay, have a good day sir.

That guy, Jesus...

Yeah, I’m actually going to- -No.

Sorry. -Sam.

Are you drunk?

No.

Tiny bit.

Were you seriously up all night?

Please, you have to forgive me.

What’s going to become of me without you?

Nothing at all.

A sad little wreck.

You always used to be the wreck.

Bas, please.

I’m at work.

Take me back

then you won’t have to do any of this anymore.

Hey?

Sweetie?

Chubby cheeks? -Stop it, Bas.

Little pudding.

Come on. -Stop it.

Stop it!

Listen, you’re mine.

She said no, didn’t she?

So piss off.

Sammy.

Sammy.

Bas, just go.

No...

Sam.

Fender.

Fender.

Do you think that’s a normal thing to do?

Randomly punching someone in the face?

Randomly? He was touching you.

I can take care of myself.

Sure looked like it.

He was touching your face.

You know what I can’t understand Sam?

That someone thinks he can just lay his filthy hands on you like that.

What’s the matter?

I just cant handle someone treating you like that.

I also have no clue what...

that means.

Did you really just punch my ex in the face?

Yeah, I guess.

Is that very brave, or just really stupid?

Both...

...I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah...

Just...

Bye.

Bye.

Fender.

Do you still have to work for long?

No. Almost done.

Nice.

Yeah.

Alright then...

Bye. -Bye.

What is all this?

Fender punched Bas in the face?

Yeah. I have to admit

I would have liked to punch him myself.

Right?

Don’t you think we should deal the blow

every now and again.

Be careful with guys like that.

Sam?

Sam?

Hello?

Sam?

Hello, what’s going on?

Nothing.

Talk to you tomorrow, alright?

Sleep well.

Sleep well.

Hey.

I’m only just realizing what you normally look like.

Yeah, I actually only have two outfits

the hotel uniform and my pajamas.

You look more like yourself.

I like that.

And you know where I live.

I find that a little weird.

I thought...

let’s do something fun

without other people or physical violence.

What, now?

Unless you’re married to your sofa...

I wouldn’t judge you.

Up to you.

Hello, sir.

Ready?

Almost there...

Three, two, one...

Don’t like it?

I do.

Slightly impressed?

Impressed, Never.

Thank you. -Be careful.

So this has been cooked sous-vide.

And?

Don’t like it?

I just don’t get it.

The more money people have, the weirder they eat

and above all, the less they eat.

Can you survive a whole evening on a leaf with a little foam?

Just wait, there’s more coming.

The snack-bar would have been fine too.

Some fancy fries.

If they hear you, they’ll go crazy.

Any idea how much it costs to book a chef last minute?

I was lucky I could squeeze us in, because I...

...you’re probably going to post something about it.

Yes. As it happens, I am.

Sorry.

I don’t want to be ungrateful, but

I’m sitting here like some sort of barn yard animal in pajamas

surrounded by expensive shit.

I’m just not used to it.

No?

Never?

What?

Me and mom, in Krommenie?

We’d go to the Chinese restaurant together.

we’d get a spring roll as an appetizer.

Bet you never got Chinese food with your mom?

Right?

Yes, I’ve seen you’re Insta.

When we used to go out for dinner

we were always accompanied by a whole entourage.

Friends, as my mother called them.

Those were always fancy people.

Investors, producers...

...and I always had to join, you know?

Little monkey in a suit.

To be honest, my mother was never there.

Gwen always cooked.

Yes, Gwen the nanny. -Oh my god, a nanny.

That too...

Clichés exist for a reason.

And that’s why you don’t really have a personality.

Excuse me?

I think, no I’m sure that growing up

in Krommenie is much better for your character.

Oh yeah?

Okay.

Let’s see then.

Now?

Jones. We’re getting off here.

Thank you kindly.

After you. -Thank you.

Good evening. -Hi sir.

Best fries in the village?

I was starving.

Although I would have preferred Chinese.

Everything closes here after nine.

This is it.

The vibrant center of my youth.

This?

Yes, this. Literally.

A playground?

Learnt to walk, to build huts.

Boys against girls.

Asking each other out.

All here.

First kiss?

Here too.

It’s weird.

I have no idea what that’s like.

Having everything in one place...

that’s pretty special.

Isn’t Los Angeles also one place?

I didn’t grow up there. I mean, partially...

but also in Rio, Sydney, Hong Kong.

Villas in gated compounds.

No friends, no playgrounds. Just endless laps in your own pool.

Your own pool? You’re kind of sad actually.

With no girlfriend...

on a swing.

Guess it’s hard to have a first kiss then..

Tell me...

was that...

here....

on this swing?

Not on, but...

Oh no.

Your Balenci...

thingies?

Come on.

I have an idea.

What are we doing?

Come on.

It’s actually quite big.

My mom is asleep.

Come on then.

Seriously? -Your foot.

A bit higher...

Sam.

I’ll do it.

Not my sock!

Give it to me.

You’re not made of sugar, are you?

Seriously?

There’s something on your shoe.

Come here.

Good evening.

Or should I say “good night”?

Mom, hey.

His shoes were dirty, so...

Yes, sorry miss.

Sam said you would be asleep.

Oh, did she?

And who did she say that to?

Fender. My name is Fender, miss. I know Sam from her work

and, yeah, I stepped in the mud.

Guys are completely drenched. Come inside, get changed

I’ll put the kettle on. Alright?

Are you sure?

Of course. Come on.

Well, I guess you’re about to meet my mom.

Yeah.

The thing is...

...I still have to get some work done.

Now?

Yeah, something for work, online, different timezones...

Sorry.

Hey, where did he go? What’s his name again?

Fender?

I’m not going to introduce some semi-first-date

to my mom, am I?

Why not? You were in my garden.

Isn’t it a little soon?

What do you mean, soon?

Well...

after...

everything.

He just wanted to see the playground, then his shoes got dirty, so...

Those were some very white shoes, weren’t they?

Yeah.

Bedtime?

Rather not, but...

But you you have to.

Something exciting?

No, why?

I just thought so.

Nothing.

Are you also on reception today?

No.

Okay.

Where were you last night? -Sorry?

Where were you? -At mom’s.

At mom’s? -At mom’s, yeah...

At mom’s, yeah. Is that so strange?

Emma saw you get in that Fender guy’s car

but whatever...

Hey, he’s a guest at the hotel

that you work at, thanks to me.

Don’t forget that.

I was at mom’s.

Fine.

My shift is starting.

That Fender guy didn’t show up for breakfast today

so I sent housekeeping to his room...

his bed was still freshly made. Nobody slept there last night.

That’s weird, isn’t it?

And you know what’s even weirder?

Miel?

I didn’t dare to say it earlier because I know we’re not supposed to-

If Melvin founds out that you slept in that suite

then I’ll be held responsible.

I didn’t.

I was at mom’s.

Oh my god.

Whatever you say.

Please, listen...

He showed up at the door in a taxi, and I couldn’t really say no

so then we ended up in Krommenie.

What?

He disappeared there

and Britney says he didn’t sleep here.

What is this?

He’s not responding to my DM’s anymore so I’m not sure what to do.

Show me.

Yeah. Mystery solved.

He was out with the models.

When was this?

Last night, of course.

He’s in bed with one of those women

right now. What did you think?

Sam, don’t do this.

You were on the right track.

Hi sir. -Room 101.

Super.

That table, please. -Thank you.

Hey.

Want to hang out after your shift?

No?

Sorry, but...

first you run out of my garden, then you ghost me three days

and now you expect me to hang out with you?

No thanks.

I don’t even have your number, how can I ghost you?

On that note...

can I have your number?

Have a lovely day.

Have fun at all those launch parties of yours

and don’t even think of responding to my DM’s now.

DM’s?

Forget about it, okay?

Sir?

Room 20... -Oh, socials.

Sorry.

I don’t run those myself.

You’ve seen Nik around, right?

He runs all of that, plans posts

responds to people every so often.

What time do you finish?

No thank you.

I just don’t really know you...

and I don’t really want to anymore.

Enjoy your breakfast.

Sir? -204.

Super.

Please take a seat over there.

Okay, thank you. -Great.

Room number?

Yes, that way please.

Something romantic?

No please. Action or horror?

My brain can’t handle much more at the moment.

Something with a backbone surgeon, maybe?

From here?

Sam.

Yes?

Hey, it’s Fender.

Yeah, was I not clear enough?

What you said got me thinking and...

you’re right.

You don’t really know me.

True.

Well, do you want to know who I am?

To know what no one knows?

Come outside, I’ll show you.

What?

I’m standing outside your door.

I can’t.

We’re about to watch a movie.

Oh, then I’ll wait.

I have time.

If you want to know where I went those few days, I have to show you.

That’s the only way.

Can’t you just say it?

Enjoy the movie.

See you later, I hope.

Right. Okay, yeah.

Bye.

Yes, turn it on.

Hi.

Hey.

Check.

Safety first.

What’s this?

Do you make...

Do you make this?

Who the heck keeps a whole studio secret?

And?

I just don’t get it.

You make all of this?

You don’t like it?

I’d understand.

Would be fine.

I’m just messing around.

Yes I do. It’s really good.

That one is awesome.

And that one.

I don’t understand this one so well...

but that one is also gorgeous.

Why would you keep this a secret?

I’m Fender Kroon, son of...

that guy from the rooftop bars

the “Get-Ready-With-Me’s.”

Nobody is going to take this seriously.

But it’s really good.

Oh yeah?

Most people don’t care for it.

And you care about what people think of you?

That’s not the point.

It’s just impossible for me.

I’ve posted things before

and I instantly got loads of tolls.

“He’s just as talentless as his mother.”

Those kinds of things.

You know, if you’re like me

you might as well act the rich asshole.

That’s why I make so much sponsored content...

so I can spend all my spare time...

here.

So, when you disappeared...

I was here.

I wasn’t ready to trust you yet.

I’ve just been...

Yeah.

Yeah. That sounds familiar..

Do you want to- -Do you have any more secrets?

No.

Well...

My left pinky toe is really weird...

Oh? Exciting.

Hey.

I wouldn’t mind a cup of coffee, mister.

Oh, I see.

Preferably now.

You rascal.

Everything okay there?

Careful, it’s hot. -Thank you.

Right. Can I have a go?

Go for it.

Take a seat, sir.

Like this?

Yeah. Try to sit still please.

I’ll show you some real art.

You’re giving me high expectations.

You’ll be amazed.

Okay...

Right?

The spitting image.

My turn.

Okay.

Come on, I have a fun idea.

What?

You coming?

Yeah.

Do you have any artists that inspire you?

No, I just follow my heart.

So you don’t have any idols in the art world?

Yeah I do...

...there are just so many of them.

What about something like that?

That TikTok rubbish?

No. -Says the influencer.

Come on, I’m hungry.

With the fish?

With the fish, of course.

Did you not eat anything all day?

Battered cod...

didn’t realize I’d missed it so much.

Because you’re always traveling, of course.

Mister International.

I guess so, yeah.

You never travel?

I was traveling

in Thailand...

...but I ended up coming straight back.

Why?

I wanted a gap year.

To travel through Europe.

Work a bit, take a train somewhere

work somewhere else, take another train...

...to see all of Europe within a year.

But you went to Thailand...

I did go to Thailand, yeah.

Wasn’t my own choice.

I didn’t want to go there at all, actually...

...but he did.

And then...

I’d rather not talk about it.

I’m not like that anymore, so...

Why don’t you go anyway?

the year isn’t over yet.

Right?

Is it a money thing?

If you don’t want to talk about it...

Mom is regressing.

Gradually, but faster and faster...

Is she...?

Yes, she’s ill.

What does she have?

Progressive multiple sclerosis.

She can still do everything herself now, but...

you don’t know till when.

First it’s crutches...

but after that...

Way to kill the mood...

Do you have any good stories about your mother?

I’d have to ask someone else

because I never speak to her myself, of course.

I organized something else as well.

Oh?

How did you arrange this?

Oh, you know...

...tricks of the trade.

Good evening, Mr. Kroon.

Good evening.

Thanks again.

No problem.

Yeah, now back a bit.

A bit too little moustache...

Dog?

So you made this?

Yeah. -Oh?

I understand your work...

I can’t tell if that’s a compliment...

Of course it is.

Why don’t you start selling them?

And then you can ditch all the online bullshit.

Online bullshit?

Joker.

Sorry.

Trust me, she’s dating him.

Let it go Miel. Isn’t it nice that she’s putting herself out there a bit?

No, it’s not.

She’s getting all attached to one guy

which is exactly what she said she wouldn’t do anymore.

You were pretty attached to me as well,

...incase you forgot.

But not at the cost of the rest of my life.

Fair enough.

You’re the best.

Good morning.

Am I interrupting something?

Not at all.

You live here too, don’t you?

Did you sleep well?

Sort of.

Oh?

Why is that?

Just, because.

You look great though.

I don’t know...

You’re glowing.

Right, Em?

Yeah, for sure.

Alright Miel, let’s go. Or we’ll be late.

Yes.

I’ll see you at work.

Yeah, maybe.

Excuse me, miss

could you help me with something please?

You scared the life out of me.

You could help me

instead of standing around.

Just because you don’t have to work

doesn’t mean I can twiddle my thumbs.

thanks.

I’ve got enough help.

I need to get on with this.

Have a lovely day.

Does this mountain of laundry ever end?

And how much bedding and towels can a person need?

Do you get it?

Are you enjoying yourselves?

Who?

You

and our guest in room 407.

We have a laugh together sometimes.

Laugh?

Nothing more?

No.

That’s just as well

because I checked in a lady today.

Okay?

I had to register her on room...

...407.

I issued an extra keycard for her.

I don’t know...

must be his girlfriend.

Are you seriously trying to meddle?

Meddle? How?

I thought there was nothing going on between you?

As if you don’t know that.

Sammy...

Do what you want with it

but at least I’m honest with you.

And I’m the only one in this fucked up situation.

Miel.

What’s up?

Nothing, never mind.

Okay.

What are you doing here then?

Because I don’t think you’re on reception today.

No...

Hey.

Have a nice day.

Yes, that’s her.

I added her to the room.

Louisa...

...something.

She was in his bathroom.

Sorry?

She was in his bathroom.

What were you doing in his bathroom?

Sam, what the heck are you playing at?

I’m doing my absolute best to help you.

I’ve been dealing with all your shit.

You even have a home thanks to me.

Okay, just because you have your life in order

with your house, your job, your wife

and your boring-ass thirties life

doesn’t mean you have to take it all out on me.

Because you’re bored out of your wits.

Go ahead and clock out, Sam.

No need to clock back in, as far as I’m concerned.

Fine.

Then we’re on the same page.

Sam?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to ask you the same thing.

Are you Red?

we are kind of in the middle of something.

Hey, I had to keep it secret.

If people know who I am

the work loses its value.

How many more secrets do I have to uncover?

Sam, please.

I had no choice.

You can’t trust anyone.

If people get the chance, they always use it to-

“People”?

You keep talking about “people”, but this is about me, Fender.

What is this?

A series, inspired by...

What is this?

Do you like them?

They’ve already been sold

for quite a lot, actually.

Guess it doesn’t really matter, right?

I’m going to make another one later.

Live.

...do need to get a move on.

You’re just going to continue?

I have to. Number four in the series.

I’m really sure it’s...

Sam, will you be careful?

Sam, please be careful.

I really thought you and I were a thing.

We were. We are.

“Just the Hotel Girl”

says something very different.

It’s just a title.

To me, you’re just you.

That’s why they’re so good.

Because I managed to make

something authentic.

Because you are so real.

Real?

Real, yeah.

Do you have any idea how rare that is

in my world?

You gave my mother crutches.

It works well in contrast with-

My mother doesn’t walk on crutches.

Yeah, but you said she was regressing?

And that story touched me, so...

So you thought you’d jump a couple steps ahead?

For the effect?

And whats number four going to be then?

Mom in a wheelchair?

Mom in the hospital?

Mom in a fucking coffin?

I have an idea.

I can donate the profits.

Of all those paintings.

Then you won’t have to work in that hotel of yours for a while

and you can really be there for your mother.

“Really be there for my mother”?

Because I’m not at the moment?

What the hell do you know about that?

And this would all be fixed with your money?

Because everything is for sale, right?

You just used me.

And now you want to buy yourself out

with a bit of money you won’t miss anyway?

How fucked up are you?

That’s not how I mean any of this.

I’m not for sale.

Sam!

Oh, darling.

Come here.

There.

Here you go.

Sam, please pick up.

Maybe it’s a good thing

so you can talk it through.

I’ve already said everything.

Sam speaking.

Yeah.

I’m afraid I’m not the right person.

I’m not in touch with him anymore.

What’s the matter?

He’s in hospital.

I was the last person he tried to call.

What?

I hung up.

Yeah, I saw that.

I can’t go see him, can I?

I can’t not go either.

Darling, only you know what to do.

You’re feeling what you’re feeling, so you know what to do.

But my feelings are always wrong.

Sammy- -Always!

That’s why I never finish anything.

No school, no trip...

I have no friends left...

because I fall for the wrong guys.

I don’t do anything independently.

That’s not true, you do so much yourself.

Darling, you just need to have a little more faith in yourself.

Faith? -Yeah.

I don’t have any.

Sam?

Sorry, did I wake you up?

Come here.

Couldn’t sleep like this anyway.

You were pretty fast asleep.

No I wasn’t. -Yes you were.

You’re here.

I couldn’t not come, could I?

That night...

in Krommenie...

I had to go live.

I had completely forgotten.

We were only going for dinner in Amsterdam.

three seconds later, we’re in your mothers garden

and half the night has gone by.

All I could think about was you.

My whole head was full of you

so all I could paint was...

you.

You could have just told me.

I should have.

I didn’t dare.

I just don’t get it.

You had just shown everything.

Sam, it was all going so well.

It was the first time I felt like I was really creating something.

And if I had asked-

Then I could have told you not to.

Is that what you were afraid of?

That I wouldn’t give you permission?

Yeah.

That’s really not okay.

I know.

I didn’t have to break them. That was really not okay either.

The damage has made them twice as valuable.

What?

Your world is nuts.

What are you going to do with them?

I don’t want to part with them, Sam.

You’re on them.

Will you stay with me?

That nurse was really not amused when he found you in the bed.

No.

“This is not a hotel.”

I think I’m going to stop...

Stop what?

For me?

Don’t be so vain.

What has it actually brought me?

Nothing. Only stress, secrets...

I can’t be anti-fame,

and try to stay famous at the same time.

That doesn’t work.

Maybe I can come work in the hotel with you guys?

Or maybe I could go to art school.

To work on what I really want.

Then we could see each other a lot.

Or not?

I actually have something to tell you too.

I’m leaving.

Away?

Away? -Away, away, yeah.

I’ve already booked.

I’m going to go on my trip

and I have to do this.

Myself. To figure out who I am, and what I want.

But you know yourself better than anyone.

No.

Not entirely.

And what if I say “don’t go?”

Stay here, stay with me.

Would you stay?

Then I would stay immediately.

But I don’t want to be like that.

I’ve only known you three seconds, and already start lying to Mila.

And to myself.

And you do exactly the same.

I want to do things because I’ve chosen them myself

no because they happen to go that way.

So we both want to be together, but we’re not going to do that?

Us not being together is better for everyone.

And I don’t want this either, but I have to do it.

What did you think?

That this is a suitable time to chat?

Sorry, okay.

For what?

For everything.

Everything.

That’s quite a lot.

I kind of made a mess of things...

Kind of? -Kind of, very.

Come in?

Yeah.

Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off?

No need.

I’m going to do this all myself.

Don’t come straight back again, okay?

I’m kidding.

Do come back straight away.

I can’t miss you for too long.

Thank you for everything, Em.

You’re welcome.

Hurry, or you’ll miss your train.

I’m so proud of you.

You can do this.

I can do this.

You won’t be seeing me for a while.

Sammy?