All language subtitles for Nordin.S01E05.DUTCH.1080p.WEB.h264-SOLEM_t00

What about dropshipping suppositories
that make your ass bigger?

-That doesn't work.
-It will make you money.

-It has to be legal.
-Yes.

-What about--
-What are you doing?

We're brainstorming for a new start-up.
Care to join?

I'm going to school.
I'm already late. See you later.

-Let's drink some coffee.
-Since when do you drink coffee?

People who do business
drink coffee together. Don't you get it?

Make it fast.
I need to go to the hair salon.

-Coffee…
-Hair salon…

Coffee and hair salon.

-What are you doing here?
-What?

Did you forget I teach here?

It's spring break.
The school is closed for a week.

What are you doing here, then?

I'm the principal.

And you got nothing else going on
in your pathetic life.

-But since I'm here, I need--
-No. Out of the question.

There are very strict rules
surrounding presence during holidays.

If you want to enter,
you'll have to break in.

A method familiar to you and your friends.

Enjoy your break, Vera.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Who was it?
-What do you think?

We need to get rid of him
as soon as possible.

Dump his body in the North Sea.

-Kidding. We'll do whatever your plan was.
-Yes.

Little Vera, how's the firing going?

Good. Very good.

Except, the firing Nordin part
still needs to be executed.

Since when
do you have trouble firing people?

No, it's still one of the few fun things
about this job.

-So?
-I was afraid he might be on to something.

But he was just bluffing again.
He doesn't know anything.

I'm almost there.

Just a little more evidence
and he's done here.

That's my little Vera.

What's up, boys? Hey, guys.

Spring break, baby. Boys.

Guys? Where are you?

No matter what I do,
exit polls show not even one seat.

I should be able
to steal voters from Agnes somehow.

She's a terrible person,
but great at campaigning.

And her campaign manager
is even dirtier than I am.

Having a huge lobby behind her
doesn't help either.

But what can we do about it?

We can go to the voters.
Visit neighborhoods. Hand out some flyers.

Connecting with your supporters
while convincing undecided voters

not to vote for the obvious, white option.

It shouldn't be that hard. I mean…

No offense, but being white
has never been more out of style.

That's what you thought.
White popularity is like herpes.

Every time you think it's gone,
it comes back again.

All right, thank you, Philip.
We're off topic again.

How do we find those undecided voters?

Two possible strategies.

We either go for the poor neighborhoods
and lie about bringing change,

or the group Agnes is most popular with.

Rich white women.

And how do we convince rich white women
not to vote for a rich white woman?

By holding up a mirror.

-What are you good at?
-Makeup tutorials.

Going viral.

What if we find out where Agnes is booked

and you go there to expose her?

If they hear what a hypocrite she is,
they'll never vote for her.

-I like this idea.
-Right?

-Yes. Okay.
-Yes.

Did you forget how we used to live
before Nordin adopted us?

I can barely remember a life
before Nordin.

We were hustling all the time,
all over the place. Fighting.

Sounds exhausting.

This is our best idea yet.

We just need to convince Nordin
to invest in us.

Not as a friend,
but as a business partner.

As an equal.

This is for Morocco.

I don't care what you say.
Just create a mic drop moment.

You know the real Agnes.

Confront her with herself
and they're yours.

You just need to let your voice be heard
and speak from your humanity.

From your humanity?

What kind of hippie shit is that?

I get that "humanity"
is a big and difficult word for you,

but for real people, honesty
and being genuine still works really well.

Okay. Good luck.

Believe me, just remember
why you got into politics.

-Choukri's voice mail.
-Hi, Choukri's voice mail.

Perfect timing, I'm on spring break.

Now I can show you what I can do.
The CEO stuff.

All right? Call me--

Don't call back, I'll come to you.

No, I'm still there. Some idiot got on.

Anyway, it's basically done.

Yes. Exactly.

No, the price is set.
Just the boring finishing touches.

I know. Completely.

I never expected it to be that high.

With a nice Mocro tax on it.
My God, you can't.

I'll call you
once we've signed, okay? Bye.

The addendum contains
some additional terms.

But I think it's clear
that these agreements are more than fair.

Certainly. We've gone through everything
and we haven't seen anything crazy.

And I'm glad you were able to include
the additional points.

It's important for us
that everyone is equally content.

I know how hard it is for you and
your family to let go of this business.

It is with a heavy heart,

but we are relieved
to leave it in good hands.

Then I can cautiously say it's settled.

-Yes.
-Almost. One moment. One final question.

Does your final offer include Mocro tax?

Excuse me?

Just checking. 'Cause I'd like to hear
the offer excluding tax.

-What are you doing?
-I'm sorry, can you wait a moment?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You knew in the elevator.
You thought it was funny, Mocro tax.

-I'm sorry…
-Listen.

This jokester thinks we're stupid
and Mom pooped us out.

-But…
-"But, but…"

-I'm not sure…
-My grandma…

She used to pick argan nuts
off the ground,

carry them to the mountain on her back
and grind them by hand, bitch.

I'm sorry, I don't need to hear this.

I'm sorry, he's not supposed to be here.

Not supposed to--

And what are you looking at?
Go look for a wife in Thailand. Pervert.

You think we're sub-human?
Go cry in the corner.

What the fuck's wrong with you, you idiot?

I heard her in the elevator.
You saw her face.

You got sawdust for brains?
We worked on this for five months.

Be glad you didn't buy
a chicken business from a rat.

Why are you suddenly
doing business with racists?

You think this is the first time?

You think our business got big
without encountering a single racist?

This is so low,
even coming from you, it surprises me.

I know what I'm doing.
I know the price was too high.

But she doesn't know how stupid it is
to sell a vegan chicken company now.

In ten years,
everyone will be eating that shit.

-All right, bro. I…
-"Yeah, bro, yeah, bro."

You don't get it.

We actually have people
working here every day.

And what does our clown Nordin do?

We are all carrying our weight.
What are you doing?

All you do is spend my money. Look at me.

Your stupid mansion, your Aventador.

Everything you're wearing, I paid for.

But, no, you want to be CEO.

"When CEO business?"

"Me family business too. CEO."

You know where your CEO title is?
Here's your CEO title.

Now, get lost.

What can I get you?

-May I ask a few questions?
-Small, medium or…

-What?
-One moment.

"What is your monthly profit margin after
deduction of expenses per cup of coffee?"

"Do you rent this building

or is it property of the concern
and part of a franchise agreement?"

-And what about sustainability efforts?
-Are you from the tax administration?

Listen, my feet hurt, my boss sucks
and I need to work the evening shift.

So for the last time, what can I get you?

Can I get a vegan pumpkin spiced latte
with soy milk and no oats, please?

You don't sell harira?

-What are you saying?
-I'm not good with conflict.

-You see how she looks at me.
-Yes, she's scary.

Wait. Can I have that?

Maybe we should stay
more true to ourselves.

I don't even like coffee.

-I'm hungry. Let's grab a bite.
-I need to get a haircut first.

-Cut and bite.
-Cut and bite.

-Right?
-Straight up.

This is the pre-university shit
I was talking about.

-What are you on about?
-Bilingual school.

Oh, my God.
Are all those women here for Agnes?

Of course not. They're here
for the free mimosas and to be seen.

Wait till they see you.

-Okay. Are you ready?
-Ready as ever.

This is the time to stand up,
take matters into our own hands

and create a new story together. If--

For everyone? Or do you support
some women but not others?

This isn't the time to talk about this.

I'd keep smiling if I were you.

You don't want them to know
what kind of misogynist you are.

-What do you want from me?
-Glad you asked.

Hi, my name is Hayat Kynani
and I want the same thing you do.

I want to smash the glass ceiling
for all women.

To give women the same opportunities.

But that means all women.

Not the way you drop women

when they don't fit
your party's image anymore.

So, my dear strong,
beautiful, powerful ladies,

make sure to vote for Agnes
if you want to maintain fake feminism.

But there's another political party,

called Generatie Sociaal,

that's truly there for you.
If you want change.

-Good day, ma'am.
-Hi. How can I help you?

I'm looking for Daisy Gorter.

-Do you have an appointment?
-Certainly.

I'm her lawyer. Mr… Verbruggen.

Okay. I'm sorry,
I don't see any appointments scheduled.

No? What about Professor Verbruggen?

-No.
-Strange.

Actually, it's not. My assistant
made this mistake four times this week.

She'll be looking for a new job soon.

I'd be happy to let you through,
but we've got strict guidelines.

-I understand.
-I mean…

I let someone through and it turned out
to be a stalker of one of the owners.

Great story.

-Hey, you can't do that. Sir.
-Daisy?

-I've never been treated like that.
-Daisy.

-Send someone just in case.
-Daisy.

Daisy!

Wait.

I'll call you back.

You're dying because you took the stairs?

Because sprinting to your office
is normal?

Okay. I'm here to apologize.
Wait, I'm not…

I'm here to apologize.

For what happened at the meeting.

-I didn't mean to expose you as a racist.
-I'm not a racist.

-I get it. You're not a racist.
-You embarrassed me in front of everyone.

Yes, but it's slightly your own fault.

Daisy, please. Maybe I misheard you.

You certainly did.

-I would never say such a thing.
-No, never.

You're a good person, right?

You eat vegan chicken.
You want what's best for the world.

But let's say, hypothetically…

You get home, you open your laptop
and you see 1,325 comments

saying how terrible you are
and how racist your chicken is.

Wouldn't that suck? Just because of
what happened in the elevator.

If you forget what you think you heard
in the elevator,

I will give you guys another chance.

Forget? I already forgot--
Why are we even here?

Why am I here?
And my ears don't work, did you know?

In that case,
I'm willing to reopen the negotiations.

Power.

It's crazy. You're everywhere.

Sundays with Herman
wants to talk to you,
and it's not even Sunday.

-Let's go.
-Right?

I knew this was the right move.

Thanks for doing nothing
and getting all the credit.

-I'm exhausted. Can we go home?
-Yes.

If this doesn't help with the exit polls,
I'm eating my shoe.

What a drama queen.
She's the last person to get my vote.

-Can I take a picture?
-Of course.

And her little brother
might be even worse.

But soon he won't be a problem anymore.

How's that project going?

I shouldn't complain.

The funding is almost secured,
partly thanks to that stupid family.

Twenty-four apartments.
That school can soon be demolished.

I fixed it. Just you wait.

Mother. I did it. I fixed it.

Nordin, can't you come in
like a normal person?

Just once.

Of course not.
You know I'm ultra, extra special.

-We're busy.
-Man, shut the fuck up.

Mom, I got it done. Just for you.

-What did you get done?
-The deal with Daisy.

It went wrong, but I fixed it.
The deal goes through.

-It's okay, Nordin.
-But I fixed it, didn't I?

Daisy doesn't have the final say.

Her mom just called to let us know
she lost her trust in us. What now?

Then why didn't her mom come?

Don't you understand that in real life
your actions have consequences?

-Mom, please explain it to him.
-Choukri's right.

You belong in education.
You don't have a place in our business.

You can't handle the responsibility.
Come back.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

-Yes, Hayat. I'm irresponsible. What--
-Just listen.

They want to demolish the school
for a new construction project.

What?

I just heard someone talking.

-Are you sure?
-100%.

We finally did it.
We got the best idea ever.

What are you talking about?

We present to you: Cut & Bite.

It's an ode to you.
In the spirit of Nordin Kynani,

we, your best buddies and successors,

have come up
with the following concept: Cut & Bite.

The place where self-made gentlemen
can get a hair touchup

while enjoying
a five-star meal by Master Chef Souf.

-What?
-We have a business plan.

It's crazy. All the bells and whistles.

-We just need some initial funding…
-80k.

No, that's a failure.

-Let us finish first.
-At least listen--

You don't get it.

While you're playing games
and doing crazy Nordin imitations,

real people are being destroyed.

But it's all fun and games with you two.

And I'm supposed to pay?
It doesn't work that way.

In the real world,
racists get the long end of the stick.

Did you hear me? And if you say anything,
this is what you get for your deal.

They demolish schools
for construction projects.

Is everything okay?

No, it's not. No.

They're demolishing the school
because Vera is the devil.

And my family business?
They probably changed the lock.

-That's why Cut & Bite--
-If you don't shut up about that…

You're wearing my suit, bro.
Why are you even talking?

I bought those shoes.

Those were my credit cards.
How did you pay for those?

And you're almost 40.

Get out of here, man.

-You shouldn't talk to us like that.
-You got a problem with how I talk?

Here. Get out. The door is that way.

Let's go.

-Are you sure?
-Am I sure?

Do I have "donkey" written on my forehead?

No one talks to me like that.
Not even my dad.

You'll have your suit back.

I'll get him next time.

If it weren't for that injury,
I would've knocked him out.

You shouldn't.

Of course I should.
I'll beat him to a pulp.

Who does he think he is? My dad?

Excuse me, that's my desk.

Oh, darn. I'm sorry.
I must be at the wrong place.

Where do you need to be?

Sixth grade.
I'm the new substitute teacher.

-Temporarily. Es--
-Sixth grade? That's my class.

Oh, a parallel class?

-A what now?
-Another 6th grade. Class A and B.

-How did you get here?
-Through Vera.

She got me this wonderful job.

Nice lady, by the way.

-She's nice, right?
-Yeah, bursting with energy.

-How old are you?
-Seventeen.

Very funny.

I'm 35.

And my name is Esmee.

Have a nice day.

Why is that teenager from
Degrassi
sitting in my classroom?

Nordin, good thing you're here.
Take a seat.

It's not a good thing
and I'm not taking a seat. What's this?

This is you resigning voluntarily.

Who do you think--

I know you want to say witty things
and make threats.

But that will be of no use this time.

I have evidence of a break-in against you.

And a buddy of yours.
It's about to be sent to the police.

-I don't know anything about that.
-Of course you'd say that.

Call the police.
I got some information of my own.

I'll tell them
what you're doing to the school.

-I'm sure they'll be happy to hear that.
-Do it.

Call them.
See what happens to your friend.

Stealing personal data about minors
is no small offence.

But perhaps you want to take the chance.

It doesn't need to escalate like that
if you simply resign.