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- Hey, Dad. - Hey, son.

How are you?

- How should I know? I'm not a doctor. - I get that.

- What's that? - A chair.

- I can see it's a chair. - Found it in the trash.

You're not planning on bringing it, are you?

Why not? I'll leave it in the corridor and take it home after.

Okay.

Worth 200.

It's the generation that bought quality goods after the war.

- There's money in it, Dad. - Shouldn't you find a regular job?

I have an app. Look, this chair. 150 euros.

In the 1960s, maybe. They didn't have euros then.

This post? 90 euros.

If I rip out ten of them, that'll cover my rent.

Ger, take care on the stairs. There's no railing.

Hey, Ger! Come on in.

- Good to see you. You're looking good. - Kids! Granddad's here.

Hey, man. What's this? Didn't think we had a chair for you?

Hey, Dad. How are you? Had a good journey?

Elijah, stop that, will you? That's enough.

I'm on blood thinners. I bruise easily.

- How are you? - Fine, fine.

Carlos, can you give us a hand?

- You have lost weight, Dad. - Blame your mum.

- How so? - She's on a diet.

And when your mum's on a diet, I am too.

- Come give Granddad a hug. - Hey, sweetie. My lovely.

- I love your glasses. - I'm not wearing any.

Oh? I could have sworn... Naughty granddad.

He's just teasing you.

It's just fish.

I can fix you some spaghetti, Dick.

No, I'm fine. Just trying to get rid of the bones.

Dick was raised exclusively on Dutch food by his gran.

- Not true. I also eat Turkish pizza. - I know how to fry an egg.

- Mum, may we be excused? - Sure. Off you go.

- Just be a bit quiet, okay? - Yeah, sure.

What's going on with the stair railing?

So, we wanted a new railing...

- You wanted a new railing. - Sure, whatever.

I wanted a new railing.

And Carlos said he knew someone from church who knew how to do this.

Manel was a plumber.

He wasn't a plumber. He worked for the Council.

Anyway, he started at the bottom of the stairs.

So, he gets to the bend. The bit where it curves.

I know what a bend is.

So, he's looking at the bend. Taking a closer look.

'That's a tough one.'

- I knew it wasn't going anywhere. - He conned you, man.

I'll check it out tomorrow.

Thanks. It would be great if you could have look, Gerrie.

I thought we could stop by Gran's house tomorrow.

- Why? - I don't know.

Why would we go there?

To see if it's changed.

I have to visit the hospital first. Then it's Hans and the pharmacy.

Plus we should go past your storage unit.

It's Piet's birthday. Saturday, visiting your mother's grave.

Here, give me the fish.

- Bianca's coming along to Uncle Piet. - Bianca?

Nice. Didn't know you had a girlfriend?

- The one with the tattoos? - That was ages ago.

I mean, this one also has tattoos, but they're different.

Where did you guys meet?

In a darkroom. Oh, come on...

- In a darkroom? - I mean, how?

They're pitch-black. You can't see a thing.

What would you know about darkrooms?

What? I was joking. We met in the supermarket.

I saw her and I fancied her.

So I followed her.

Saw her get a bottle of wine from the shelf.

I was in a silly mood, so I thought I'd get the same one myself.

I went to the checkout and she was there.

So I thought I'd tap her on the shoulder and say:

We have the same... The same bottle of wine? Right.

You didn't! Great move.

You know what happened next? She walked back into the shop.

She went to get some butter, some cottage cheese.

So I put those things in my basket too.

I ended up with detergent, all sorts of stuff.

Tampons, even.

I think that's a bit messed up, Dick.

Nowadays, we call this stalking. Yeah, sure.

'Man arrested for buying the same as another customer.'

I don't think so.

So how did she react? She thought I was weird.

You find that strange? No.

A week later, I bumped into her again and said, 'Sorry for being weird.'

So, one thing led to another.

We got us a bottle and drank it in the park.

And the rest is history.

Are you making this up?

- Or did it really happen? - Yes.

You should have joined the queue before her.

And done it the other way around... Why do you have the same stuff...

So I could have said to her, 'Are you stalking me or something?'

Right, Dad?

Hey, Dad?

You could also stay over at ours sometime, if you want?

I can't climb seven flights of stairs anymore.

I don't live there anymore. Bianca is on the ground floor.

- You no longer have your own place? - 'Course not.

Why pay all the extra rent?

Never mind.

Dick? Think about what to ditch and what to keep.

Are you also going to cancel the hospital?

They have hospitals there, too.

Not as good as the ones here. It's what you always say.

I'll ask my doctor what's best tomorrow.

So I won't have to forward your mail? Makes your life easier, too.

It was no trouble at all.

- What about Dick? - What about him?

- How does Dick feel about all this? - What does he care which doctor I have?

I'm still visiting, aren't I?

Right.

- Good night, Dad. - Good night.

Can you switch off the lights when you go up?

THREE DAYS OF FISH

Look, here.

800 euros for three of those darn chairs.

I hope you're not taking these too. The patients need them.

If there are any.

Another hospital went bankrupt.

Stood empty, furniture worth hundreds of thousands still inside.

So they have five sets here.

Let's say four waiting rooms. That makes twenty.

Nine floors. So, 180 sets times 800 euros.

You do the maths.

Mr Molendijk?

Breathe out.

Keep going, keep going.

More, more.

More. Keep going.

A little bit more.

Very good.

How do you feel, in general, compared to last year?

Not too bad.

And if I asked you to rate it on a scale from 1 to 10?

A six?

Last time I saw you, you gave your physical condition a six as well.

How would you rate it now?

Another six, I guess.

You feel little change? Hard to say.

If you have to think about it, there's probably little difference.

I'll put down a six again. Yeah, you do that.

In relation to shortness of breath, you also indicated a six last time.

What number would you put on it now?

- Well, that depends. - On what?

On what I'm doing at that time.

Last time, you said you take the lift up to the 4th floor

and then take the stairs to your home on the 7th floor. Correct?

Yeah, and I still do that.

- Does it take more or less effort? - I'm used to it.

- So the same effort? - Yes.

Okay.

Another six.

Well, your lung capacity has remained the same.

So I guess you're right. Okay.

But shouldn't it deteriorate, normally?

That differs from person to person.

But you indicate you don't feel much change

and this is in line with the facts. So I'm happy.

Okay, because I've been thinking about transferring everything to Portugal

and finding a doctor and a dentist there.

Wouldn't you say it's better for my lungs to stay there?

Cleaner air and all that?

Well, a few days in the Netherlands won't make much difference to your lungs. No?

But if you have nothing to keep you here...

Right.

Bizarre, Dad, those chairs here.

Like I said, they're worth 800 euros.

The receptionist is in a chair that costs less than 200 all day.

Right.

So? Hm?

What? How did it go?

A routine check-up. Just like every year.

- Good afternoon. - Good day.

So I rent a rather large unit here. The name's Molendijk.

- How large is the unit? - Do I know?

- Molendijk? - Excuse me?

- Molendijk? - G. Molendijk.

I'd like to swap it for a smaller unit. Would that be possible?

To rent for my son?

- How small is your smallest unit? - Five cubic metres.

But what did she say about your lungs?

You were not there just to get your measurements.

No.

She said my lungs were stable.

Which is fairly unusual for someone with COPD.

She suggested I look for a doctor and dentist there.

- And stay there. - Okay. So what did you say to that?

I said nothing.

- What did you think? - Nothing.

What do you mean 'nothing'? It's not just a doctor and dentist you have here.

This one is a bit too small.

I mean, you have a brother and all.

Yeah.

It's just more practical to register there.

Geez, look at all this stuff.

Once you have a doctor there, and a dentist

and God knows what else

what will we do in those three days?

Well...

We'll see about that.

This can stay.

Aren't you way too old for that?

Granny taught me on this bike. So?

So what if I ever have kids? This can go too.

A football. Something the kids might like to have?

And an old teddy.

I like biscuits.

We're not putting animals in cages.

What about the other stuff?

This can go too.

This has all my action figures.

A racket...

Just carry that box out.

No, this box should stay.

What? Do you have two guitars?

No, this guitar... I just put it outside.

Look, this is a really nice item.

Damn, are you carrying everything back in?

This is not going anywhere. Just put it all back.

You have to go through it in the next coming months.

Okay?

- Where'd you get that? - I'll pay for it.

Sir? If I may ask, what's that on your waist?

Something I inherited.

- I'm asking you what it is. - A bayonet.

Is it a weapon?

No. Yes. In the olden days.

If you'll please come with me?

Let's go.

Oh, bloody hell.

Me, again.

It's a category four.

Category four.

Gentlemen, you're lucky it's not one, two or three.

I understand you did not intend to commit a crime.

Given the age of the object, I'm inclined to believe you and cut you some slack.

I understand your father took it from the Germans.

However, I will have to confiscate it.

That's the best I can do, all right?

Don't forget to pay for your coffee.

Have a nice day.

- Bye. - And you.

- Bye. - Have a nice day.

Bunch of dimwits.

Okay, thanks.

I still need to pay.

That'll be 35 cents.

Did they send Granddad to a concentration camp?

No. He was put on a train to Germany to work.

So how did he get his hands on that thing?

Don't know, Dick. Granddad wasn't much of talker and neither was I.

When two people don't talk, not much is said.

- Cool, right? It's for church. - Okay.

Dick? You don't want to miss your bus.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, your son's leaving.

Yeah. Okay.

Carlos.

The kids loved your dolls

but your daughter was cross that you didn't make her one.

No, don't be silly. Just kidding.

Yeah, Dick too.

I don't know if he spotted that it's Messi.

So was it Messi?

No, I never said that.

No, now that you mention it, I see it's Messi.

Okay.

Kisses.

I love you. Ciao.

The bus drivers on the last shift should be fired on the spot.

- Okay. - The last bus is always early.

I saw the bus driving off as I was walking up.

Earlier than scheduled. So you missed your bus?

I didn't miss the bus. The bus missed me.

- Did you miss your bus? - Yes.

There's a notice that says: In case of no-show, call this number.

Well, no way. They just put you on hold till it's 12 euros gone.

Just take a taxi. Here, I don't need it back.

Don't be daft. He can sleep here. I'll get him a mattress.

The Mayas study each other to find out what powers they have.

So there's like twenty different powers distributed across thirteen tones.

Like in a card deck, or in music.

In Arab music, they distinguish 58 different tones. Main tones.

It goes quite deep. I find it interesting that when you're in a room

and you are red dragon, tone eight

and you have traits like survival and engagement

you can transfer these onto someone else.

Someone else in that same space who's like, a white dog, could then...

Dick, if you don't mind, on my watch it's eight thirty.

On mine, too.

- Thank you. Have a nice day. - Have a nice day.

Good morning. I'd like two of those cakes.

- I don't want one. - I know.

- The pink ones? - Yes, please.

Macchiato, americano, cortado, doppio, lungo, ristretto, latte, flat white.

-You can't get a regular coffee anymore. - That is regular coffee.

- I mean a simple Dutch coffee. - They don't grow coffee in Holland.

I think I'll start a coffee place with a simple pour-over for one euro.

From a porcelain mug.

Instead of these shitty eco cardboard cups.

That's bound to be a success.

Coffee for the ordinary man.

- Anything else? - Two coffees to take away.

- Which kind would you like? - Just regular coffee.

Dad.

That's new.

Hello?

Hi, it's Gerrie.

Gerrie? Willem?

- Willem's retired. - Okay.

I'm Gerrie. I used to be a mechanic here. I'm here to see Hans.

- Could you open up? - Do you have an appointment?

No, I just come to visit once a year. And I know when Hans's lunchbreak is.

- Who's Hans? - Hans. He's the admin.

- And your name is...? - Gerrie.

- Last name? - Molendijk.

One moment. Let me go check.

Dimwit. I worked here 41 years, for God's sake.

You shouldn't criticize him.

- Maybe he thinks you're a terrorist. - Sure.

How's he supposed to know?

- Sir? - Yes?

There's no one in the office right now.

Behind you is a calendar that shows Pamela Anderson.

There's a steel storage unit by your right knee.

In the second drawer, on the right-hand side, you'll find a Feyenoord sticker.

Hey, Ger! Fred, hi!

Back in the country, are you?

Some admin to sort out. Can't be helped.

- So you're here for John? - For Hans.

- Hans? - Yeah.

- Hans Arbouw? - Yes.

Hans passed away three months ago.

- He's passed away? - Yes.

He was out riding his bike.

Someone stopped him to ask for directions.

And he keeled over.

I'm sorry, man.

But why didn't anyone call me?

Well...

No one informed you?

No.

So...

How are you doing, down there in Portugal?

All right.

- Nice weather, I'm sure. - Right.

I can't believe no one sent me word.

You left three years ago. You're no longer on their list.

The world just keeps on turning, with or without you.

Let's grab a pint. Okay?

It's way too early.

I'll wait outside.

You should pick up your meds.

- I'm not on any meds. - I know. Because they're in there.

Go on.

Ridiculous that the pharmacy has unclaimed meds

and they haven't contacted the doctor to check in on Dick Molendijk.

How long have you been taking those meds?

A year.

But it's not like I'm depressed.

You get them for a reason, right?

They're for my panic attacks.

So why are you not taking them now?

They don't work alongside beer.

Well...

Dinosaur's here. And I'm hungry.

- Quick. Run! - I'm coming to eat you.

I hear you worked for the bus company?

Yes, I started out as a mechanic. Got promoted to chief technician.

More like an overseer.

And you're a midwife, I gather?

- No, I'm a nurse. - Oh, but Dick said...

I said she worked on the maternity ward.

- More people working there, Dad. - Yes.

Funny story about how the two of you met.

At that supermarket.

Where we bought an identical bottle of wine.

Hey, Ger. How are you, mate?

Did he not want to join the party?

Congrats, Auntie Sylvia.

This is Bianca. Congratulations.

- Congrats, Hans. - And you, Aad.

Hi, Uncle Piet. Hey there, Dick.

- How are you? - Congrats.

This is Bianca. My new girlfriend.

- Nice. Congrats, Auntie Tinie. - Hi, Dick.

- This is Bianca. - Hi, I'm Tinie. Take a seat.

Well, well...

Is he taking good care of you?

More likely the other way around.

- Sure. - He does his best.

- Are you from Belgium? - Yes.

Makes no difference to me. My best pigeon is from Belgium, so...

Pigeon?

The pigeon dust is eating away at his lungs.

Doc says if he insists on keeping them, he can start shopping for his coffin.

- The doctor never said that. - It did boil down to it.

- How long have you been on oxygen? - Couple of months.

He'd rather have his pigeons at his funeral than his very own wife.

- There won't be anyone at my funeral. - That's not up to you, is it?

- Yeah, 'cause I'm to be cremated. - Ah, yes, that's right.

The pigeons need to be let out, Dick. If you'd be so kind?

Sure, no problem. Happy to oblige.

Come. I'll show them to you.

You want coffee?

You'll have to get yourself a cup.

No, no. The cups are in that cupboard now.

- This one? - Yes.

- You want one? - No.

Oh. Sugar.

- Can't have sugar. - Oh, right.

- That tree? - Yeah?

Full of apples last year.

- They sometimes skip a year. - Right.

Is that the Belgian one?

No, that's you.

You hold her.

Hold her tight.

Hello.

She's quite strong.

You want her back?

What's going on? Is she stuck?

- Do you want to let her out? - Okay.

Thanks for coming.

- Bye now. - Look, guys.

A nice home-cooked meal to take back with you.

If you don't mind, I'd like to give mine to Dick.

Why? Is my food not good enough?

My stepdaughter's making dorade tonight.

Oh, nice.

That's to say, I don't know it, but it sounds good.

I've tried to get him to eat some soup and bread all day. He keeps saying no.

I'm just saying it sounds good.

So let Gerrie and Dick take you to his Cape Verdeans next year.

I don't think so.

Now that Gerrie's transferred everything, he won't be coming back.

- I never said that. - No, but there's no need anymore.

- Did you say that? - No, I didn't.

Oh well, Gerrie, I can't blame you.

It's a wonderful country. I'd stay there, too.

You should come to Portugal sometime.

Lovely weather. Lovely meat, straight from the farm.

Beaches.

If there's one thing I hate, it's sand.

Piet won't travel. Don't think he's ever even been on a train.

- I have. - You haven't.

- I have. - Not.

In 1996, I had to go to The Hague by train to collect a pigeon.

My car had broken down.

- Will you sleep at home? - Yeah, sure.

- Hope your shift goes well. - Bye.

Nice girl, I must say.

I like that we all went to Uncle Piet.

Us Molendijks together.

Right?

You don't give a flying fuck.

Let's get some grub.

Let's see. Some crisps?

Here. Ready salted for you. What about you?

I'd like cheese & onion. Makes your breath stink. Can't have that.

- I happen to like cheese & onion. - Paprika is better, man.

- Fine, whatever. - Here you go.

- So, Friday? - Sure.

Yeah, no problem.

Okay, fine.

Christ.

Bitch spends all her time on the phone.

This is a customer too, you know.

Your customers are in the queue, not on the phone.

Just let the lady do her job.

- Why don't you keep out of this? - That's not for you to decide.

Some advice for you: Less chatting, more working?

Better for us, and for you. Can you just let it go?

- Don't touch me. - Just pipe down, dude.

- What are you staring at? - Guys...

Excuse me? Are you deaf?

- You want trouble? - What?

I don't think... Just get your hands off me.

Hey, granddad. Let me go. Get your hands off me.

Get your hands off me! Calm down.

Calm down. What the fuck?

Calm down!

You're not much of a talker, are you?

I could tell you a joke?

I hate jokes.

How can I use this matchbox to call all the bunnies in the world?

How should I know?

Hello, hello? All the bunnies in the world?

You have one new message.

Hi Dick, before we go to the dentist tomorrow, I'd like to...

Hey.

Hey.

- What happened? - Nothing.

You've been fighting again. I'm going to bed.

It wasn't a big deal, you know. It doesn't even hurt.

A baby died tonight.

So what...

What happens to its body?

Is it...

Never mind.

It's buried. Or cremated.

It's given a name. And there's a birth announcement card.

As if it was really born.

So, my dad will be emigrating.

But he already lives there.

As in, he will be staying there.

We can always go to Portugal by train.

Right?

You don't understand.

Hey, Dick's voicemail. Don't leave a message. I won't return the call.

Hey, Dick's voicemail. Don't leave a message.

Turquoise, only a bit lighter?

Rosa, come on. What am I supposed to do with that?

That'll be a fortune in postage. For a skein of wool?

- What happened to you? - Got into a fight.

Why?

Good morning. The Molendijks. Who wants to go first?

Him.

Good morning.

Your molar.

Do you need any more information? No, you've been deregistered.

Dick will stay on, I presume?

We haven't talked about it yet.

Good luck. You, too.

- Did you have an accident? - Dropped a kettle on my head.

If she mentions your bruise, you fell over.

None of that bullshit about a kettle.

Eline. Hey, Ger.

I'm here to offer my condolences on losing Hans.

- I only found out yesterday. - Okay. Thank you.

I... A stroke?

That's right.

So... Yeah.

You know... Yeah.

- Who would have thought... - Ja.

- Jack. - Dick.

- Jack. - Gerrie.

Gerrie used to work with Hans.

When Gerrie retired, Hans still did his admin.

I see.

Would you like something to drink? Not for me.

I'm okay.

- I just made coffee. - No, I'm okay.

- Self-employed? - Excuse me?

Self-employed?

No, I'm retired.

- I see. Because you mentioned admin. - That's right.

- When you retire, there's admin too. - Sure. I see.

And you? You must be having a tough time.

- No, stay. - Just wanted to get the coffee.

- Coffee's still brewing. - Okay.

- Would you maybe make me some tea? - Sure.

Gerrie.

You should know that Hans and I had been struggling for a long time.

Okay.

Sometimes things don't go the way you'd like.

Right.

Doesn't mean that it isn't simply horrible.

So, a stroke?

- On his bike, was he? - Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Anyway.

So, that.

So how have you been? How are things in Portugal?

- Yeah... - All right.

I don't think that Hans...

still had anything of yours.

No, no worries. It's all good.

I just don't get how you can move on to the next guy that quick.

- She said they'd separated a while back. - First I heard about it.

Last year, Hans said they were going to Benidorm together.

When did you meet Rosa? How long was that since you'd left us?

That's a very different story.

The rightholder did not respond to the request to extend the burial right.

Two letters sent. Two emails to dickmolendijk@hotmail.com.

The grave expired on 24 February

and on 31 May your mother's grave was cleared.

Why don't we stop by Oude Noorden?

What for?

I thought you wanted to visit your gran's old house.

Okay.

There it is. 47A.

Look at that. Hey, Dick.

- Dick, hey. - Look at that.

What are you doing?

- Ringing the doorbell. - Yes, I can see that. Geez.

Hi, good afternoon.

Sorry to bother you, but I used to live here with my gran.

We happened to be in the area and I was hoping we might come in?

I see the door with the glass engraving is gone?

Yeah, okay. You can come in.

- Wow. Thanks. - Come on through.

- I'll wait here. - No, come on in.

Hi.

- Tess. - Gerrie. I'm his dad.

Oh. Okay.

This used to be the door to the front room.

Here's where Gran used to hang my drawings.

Oh, right.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi. Gerrie.

So. I see the mouldings have gone.

The ornament around the lamp is no longer there.

It's all very different.

And this wall wasn't there before.

- No, my parents put that in. - I see.

When I lived here with my gran, you could go straight into the garden.

- Not true. - What would you know?

- There was a glass partition. - So you couldn't go straight through.

- The way I remember it, you could. - Okay.

All right.

I'm beginning to feel a bit hungry, Dick...

Okay.

- Is the cellar still there? - Sure, right here.

Oh, yeah.

This hasn't changed at all.

There used to be a workbench here where I'd tinker around with my projects.

Oh, look at this.

Oh, the bath. Yeah, that spooked me a bit when I first moved in.

It was a luxury, back in the day.

Most people went to a bath house.

Gran couldn't go down anymore in her final years.

So she'd wash in a basin, in the kitchen.

Look at that.

It's still there.

I used to imagine they were samurai.

No, it's the Saved House. Barentz' Wintering on Nova Zembla.

It hung in most primary schools.

I just want to go see... See if my wedge is still there.

Here, Dad. Come take a look.

This window used to rattle and you could hear it upstairs.

It used to drive Gran crazy.

I solved the problem with a wooden wedge.

- Did you make that? - Yes.

Right.

- I've seen what I wanted to see. - Yeah?

- How are you, Dick? - Hey.

- Nice to see you. - And you.

- Hey, champ. - Hi, Dick.

- Hey. - Hi.

- How are you? - All right.

- How's Rosa? - Celia!

She's fine. Settling in nicely. She's started this course...

What did they do with the grave, you think?

They'll have looked for the rightholder first.

I mean, what did they do with the bones?

They put them in a box and rebury them.

Together with other bones.

- Where would that be? - Somewhere.

Someplace.

When my dad was buried, they were also clearing graves.

They put all the bones in boxes. 50 by 20 by 20, I think.

In Portugal, they also put in a bag.

No idea what's in it. Insects, I think.

So after five years, a body is completely...

You know.

We think we're a big deal, Dick.

But in the end there's not much left of us.

Here.

- What's that? - My molar.

- Shall I get us something to drink? - Oh, yes.

- Can I get you something? - To drink? No, thank you.

- I'm okay. - Not for me, thanks.

It's not leaving yet.

- Soon, though. - Yeah, fairly soon.

- But not just yet. - Yeah.

Son, if you don't mind, I think I'll board now.

Right.

Now I'm taller than you.

Right.

Four minutes. Okay.

- She'll never make it. - I don't think so either.

- Thank her on my behalf. - What for?

You know.

Okay.

All right.

Just went to see if there's a seat. Don't want to end up sitting on my case.

Plenty of room, right?

If you want to go to your girl...

I am where I am.

Yeah, man.

I am where I am too.

Okay.

Let me just say, it was nice.

Yeah, sure. No problem.