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Hi.

I'm cheerful again!

I'm cheerful.

I'm sorry about this morning.

Sorry, sorry...

Hey. Sorry to you too.

Another ten times sorry?

Have mercy. Have mercy, girls.

Surprise!

Long may he live...

Happy birthday, dad. - Roland, hey...

Happy birthday, honey.

Honey, leave it.

It's Hilde. - She'll leave a voicemail.

Hey. You'll never guess where your dad is hanging.

Hilde, he'll call you back.

What?

Honey, can you get that? - If it's important, they'll leave a message.

It's me...

There's something... It's really serious.

I think I'll call you on your cell phone. I'm not going to leave a message.

Mom, please pick up the phone. You have to...

Tess? Tess... - What?

Honey, what's wrong?

What is it, what's wrong?

Fransje...

Grandma...

Careful, your hair is stuck...

Madam, are you ready?

Yes. - Good.

Merel, next to your mom? - Myrthe.

Myrthe. I got it wrong again.

They're always emotional moments for me as well.

Come on through.

Come on through.

LOVE REVISITED

No.

No means no. - Don't get up.

And push. Push. It's going well.

And breathe out, just breathe.

No.

Go ahead.

Yes, and now just breathe.

Oh, here it comes.

Good job, good.

Oh, look...

It's a boy.

Well done.

Bye. - Bye.

Yes, it's Fer.

I was thinking that it would be weird...

...not to talk to each other anymore, after...

Call me back, please.

Isn't it about time you had a good cry.2

And then? - Well, just cry.

Right, and then what?

Then I'll be crying.

And how will I ever stop?

I know. I'm late.

I heard you thinking: She's late again.

First I'd like to thank you...

...for coming. Now. - Are you going to give a speech?

I really appreciate it. - Thank you. And it's mutual.

Strange we never did that here.

I can only remember that time in Vrouwenpolder.

No, Vlissingen. - No, Vrouwenpolder.

It was in Vlissingen.

Vrouwenpolder. - Vlissingen.

No, Vrouwenpolder. - Vlissingen.

I have an album at home that says: Holiday Vrouwenpolder.

Fine.

Your hair's just as white as your father's was.

I've been thinking for years that I should buy a new mirror...

...but when Nathalie stands next to me I notice that it's my own problem.

She's not 30 anymore either. - No, but she's still far from 65.

Hey. 64, Okay?

I dreamed about him last night.

That he was standing in front of me. Laughing.

That he laughed at me.

I started to shrink and he became taller and taller.

Up to...

I liked it when he stood behind me and put his chin on top of my head.

I thought he was very tall when we were washing him.

A very tall child.

I hadn't seen him naked for a long time and suddenly he was lying there.

He was getting a paunch.

A naked man in his forties with a paunch.

And a wasp on his arm, very weird.

A wasp on his arm? - Yes.

I didn't know he had a wasp there. - No, a real wasp.

Suddenly there was a wasp here. Maria tried to shoo it away.

And I shouted: Don't, it might sting him.

Is it possible to be stung after you're dead?

The lady from the funeral home...

...started to yell: I'm allergic.

All I could think of was this.

Look, this was twice as swollen.

It hurt so much that only then I knew for sure...

...he's dead.

I wasn't late. I'd actually already turned around to go back. I thought

I don't feel like talking about our child all afternoon.

I'd love to have one hour without thinking about Roland.

Nothing for an hour.

An hour of vacation.

I'm counting to three and then I'll let you go. Okay?

One...

...two, three.

Your mascara ran.

Sorry.

Okay...

...I wish you a lot of strength...

...with everything.

Same to you.

Hey.

Hi, honey.

Are you crying? - No.

Yes.

How about you? Do you cry a lot?

Not enough apparently, because I do it again and again.

What time are they coming? - They should have been here by now.

Has Maria been outside yet, since the funeral?

I call her a few times a day but Myrthe answers.

'No, mom just went upstairs.' Or: 'Mom just went to the shed.'

Or: 'Mom just went downstairs.'

You might want to know that I saw your father this morning.

Why?

Why you might want to know? - No. Why?

Well... it's what he wanted.

Bloody rain. Bloody wind, bloody cold...

...stupid gloves, stupid bike!

Fortunately, I made some great food. - I'm not hungry.

Mom saw Mr. Procreator today. - Old news.

So you talked to him? - Yes.

For long? - Long enough.

Long enough for what? - For the big news.

Go and set the table. Here.

It's finally weather for oxtail soup again. Soup plates, spoons...

The big news. Let me guess...

You're dating, and once again he's twice as old as you are.

And of course he's Belgian, for a change.

Tell us. - Now I won't.

Come on, honey, don't get angry right away.

Maybe I wanted to tell you I have a job. - A job? As what?

I'm sure you'll laugh like idiots again. - No we won't. Tess...

I swear I won't. - At least dad was happy for me.

Make me happy too. - And me.

I can really use some good news right now.

I might be starting tomorrow at...

What does it say? What is it? - An animal crematorium.

Twenty-eight hours a week. That's exactly what I want.

I'll still have time for my music, paintings, sculpture and book club.

You know how much I've always loved animals and animals loved me.

The tact that these animals are dead doesn't make a difference?

Not to them, so not to me either.

What about all the sad owners and crying children?

Is it really that difficult to have a little bit of faith?

I'm very happy for you. Really.

Really. Really. Really...

Really. - You're such a clumsy talker.

Dad said that as well. - What does he know about it?

Why, what did he say? - Apparently, it was very uncomfortable...

...when they met this morning. - Well, the whole thing was dad's idea.

Since when are we calling him dad? - Your procreator wanted to talk to me.

With or without Wet Ali? - Without.

Good thing. Next to her he's starting to look like a T. Rex.

Why do you always badmouth him? - Why do you always defend him?

When Boy was born he didn't even visit.

The birth announcement is still hanging in their kitchen.

Sure, but it was too much trouble to get into his big car and visit.

He says he misses you.

Morn, why did he need to talk to you? - You should ask him.

I could have done without it.

Can't you even be civil to each other under these circumstances?

Dad was bitching about your meeting too.

What did he say?

Roland is dead and all you can do is talk about each other.

My girls are home. - Hey.

It's a waste of the aroma not to smell it every once in a while.

It's the tarragon. - Not the chicken. I'm talking about you.

Andries, what do you think about the hassle between mom and Fer?

Between men and women, it's always a hassle.

We're going to eat soon, honey.

See? Hassle.

My watchdog. I haven't gotten this much fresh orange juice in my life...

...and every other day very sweet, but very ugly flowers.

I'll have a man like that. - Nothing happened lately?

No, love is able to survive quite well without me.

Mom... - Oh, honey.

Me too.

Hey. - Hey.

Where's your mom?

She asked me to say sorry, but she's very busy tidying.

I can still remember when you were born.

You were such a sweet baby.

Eh..., thank you.

Well, quite a blessing, eh? Such a crazy aunt.

Sweetie, if you don't tell Child Care...

...you can have half a glass of Lambrusco.

Are you doing something on the ninth?

You only turn 16 once.

I don't think it's good for mom. - I'll do something with cakes.

I must have a book on baking somewhere...

...I love baking, I just never do it. Or would you rather have muffins?

Or is that too childish?

And we can also invite grandpa and Nathalie.

That's a good idea, everyone together! - I'm not so sure.

I don't think grandpa would like that. - But he got in touch with you.

Your grandpa wasn't that great at parties. He always started dancing weirdly.

Yeah, that's right. - Like this.

Dad would have really loved that.

Come on. Put that down, we'll call him.

You're going to call him.

It's ringing, it's ringing.

Hey.

It's Fransje. - Hey.

Are you alone? - Grandpa...

...will you come to Myrthe's birthday?

She'd really like that.

You're going too? - Well yes, if you don't mind...

...I'd like go to my grandchild's birthday. And Hilde will be there and Tess.

Say hello! - And... Andries.

To what do I owe this all of a sudden?

Okay, see you on the ninth.

I think this will make morn very happy.

Your fiscal partner speaking. - This is the wicked stepmother.

I'm already on my way. - You're lying.

You're at your window.

I kind of miss you.

Miss you too.

Did you guys have a good time this morning?

Not as good as it will be soon. - Charmer.

Corning? - To do what?

Riding bumper to bumper until we get home.

I'll be right there.

Mom! O-h, no...

...have you been invited too?

Where's dad? - Hi.

Did you seriously bring your own food?

Well, my skin is doing a lot better. - Guys, you don't have to be afraid...

...of getting a stepmother soon.

Hi, Myrthe. Happy birthday.

Thank you.

I didn't have time to bake a cake. Luckily, I did have Negro Kisses.

You can't call those Negro Kisses anymore.

These you can. They're way past their 'best-before'-date.

I'm hugging you all in random order.

No! Myrthe! Happy birthday.

Those Negro Kisses are also your present.

You've become big.

Let's have a quick hug. I really need to pee.

Grandma! Grandpa!

Oh, sweetie, sweetie...

Grandma...

Hey, honey.

Hey... hi, hello.

Hello.

Hi, Andries.

Come on, don't be so formal. Give that woman a kiss.

Thanks.

Very considerate to invite us. - Oh, that wasn't my idea.

Myrthe, honey, 16 kisses.

Sixteen from me as well?

Sweetie, if you keep grandpa upright, I'll go and catch my breath.

Congratulations.

Take it easy, guys.

It's a golden pussy.

It really is a golden pussycat.

Do you like it?

It's very nice. - You haven't even seen it yet.

Wow.

Thank you, guys.

Shall I?

A shame about the nice wrapping.

Careful.

A ring.

Awesome. - Yes, it's awesome.

Do you like it? - It's beautiful.

How does it fit? - It's exactly right.

Someone's getting a very big hug. - Dad helped me pick it out.

Are you still officially married when you're a widow?

Just wondering.

Right before the coffin was closed that lady removed dad's ring...

...she put it in an envelope and said: Properly disinfect it, to freshen it up.

Grandma, what did you do with grandpa's wedding ring?

Oh, I think it's somewhere at the back of the linen closet...

...in a tiny box, marked: 'Sins of my youth'.

Tiny box? I'm sure it's a huge moving box.

And you, what did you do with your wedding ring?

I'm keeping my wedding ring in a... very special place.

With Wet Ali? - Boy!

But that's what morn always says. - Guys, the cake's getting cold.

Kiss cake. Here. Anyone else?

I don't really understand why you're giving me...

...these cold stares all the time.

I'm not giving you anything. That's just my face.

I've been worried about you since...

Since?

What do you mean 'since'? Since when do you think?

Since Roland?

Lift me up, lift me up! - No, no!

Careful, I'm wearing high heels.

Talking is difficult, right? - Yeah.

Especially with you around my neck. - You're getting bald.

I can't help it. Got it from my mother.

Hey, how's it going in the animal crematorium?

Yeah, very well. - Is it?

A nice, good working environment...

...nice and warm. As if I've been doing it for years.

With the boss.

She's being way too hyper lately. - Absolutely.

It's going dangerously well with her, since her brother.

She says she's taking her medication. - Yeah, that's what she says...

...even when you don't ask her.

Code orange. - Look...

...it's blinding!

Are you our grandpa? - Yep. I'm your grandpa.

You're Ike. - No, Boy.

Oh, sorry. - Funny. Can we come and play...

...at your place some time? - Yes, that would be fun.

Ask your mom. - Mom...?

Come on, guys, dance. - Party time!

Code red. - Yes.

I'm not going to dance by myself. Come on.

Who's birthday is it?

Oh, take it easy!

What? - Nothing.

No, what is it? - We look like mommy and daddy.

Does Tess ever talk about me?

When she was pregnant, Hilde had to tell me.

And when she was pregnant for the second time, Hilde also told me.

And when she and Johan separated, I also had to hear it from Hilde.

What are you trying to say?

From now on, I'm going to do things differently with her.

Well, good luck. - You can expect...

...to see me more often at these family occasions.

I can't stop you.

I've been missing them for too long.

You don't have to justify yourself to me.

And... as far as that kiss is concerned. I forgive you.

Should I punch his face? - Yes, please.

A woman with two legs has to dance.

Hi dad, it's me.

Hello.

I just wanted to tell you...

...that grandpa and grandma are finally behaving civil to each other again.

And that's all because of the ring.

I wanted to tell you that too.

Shall I keep you company until the beep?

I'm so happy grandpa is here too.

And the good news is...

...that grandpa and grandma are going to meet each other again soon.

Really? - Yes.

An hour of vacation.

Bye. - See you next time. Bye.

We'll see each other again soon? - Yes.

Nice. - Very nice.

See you next week.

Flat tire?

No, the chain came off again.

I'll manage.

I'm a single woman after all, so...

You have to oil it better.

Yes, sir.

Take care of your stuff, daughter.

Yes, sir.

Be careful.

Gerrit, is this the last one? - It is.

Go and clean it right away.

Hey.

Francisca Johanna Maria. - Ferdinand Lucas Petrus.

Look, Vrouwenpolder. - That's what I said.

Three kilos of memories.

This is where we collect food that's rejected...

...or past its 'best before'-date. And we process it here.

Oh, my.

So you get different stuff all the time? - Yes, it's processed into cattle feed.

What's that? - I don't know.

Almond cookies. - No, they're this big.

It still makes me feel cheerful every day.

It does. That all over Europe there are piglets...

...that grow up because of my candy.

Because of my rice pudding, my donuts, my sour gummies.

I can't remember you talking so passionately back then.

Well, I can remember what you were passionate about.

And how you found that passion. - Must we talk about that again?

Again? We haven't talked about it for a hundred years.

It was that era. Everyone slept with everyone.

Not me. - No, not you.

You were to busy becoming Mr. Big Shot, but the rest of the world did.

I didn't.

I slept with you.

And with pleasure.

Whatever happened to that Joost? - I've Googled him, he's lost a leg.

A leg? - Yeah, he's in a wheelchair.

Geriatric diabetes.

That'II teach him not to touch another man's woman.

And between you and Andries? All good? - Yes.

And how is it with you guys? - Okay.

Are you two the same age by now?

Fortunately, I have the heart of an athlete.

Cute.

You're drunk here. You are. You're hammered.

Crazy Hilde.

Yeah, adorable.

The first one is divorced, the second has borderline and the third...

Ah, beautiful...

Do you mind? - Of course not. It's your daughter.

Wait...

And yet he looked like you.

When I used to be angry at him, he'd say: It's only because I look like dad.

Maybe he was right.

And his mom grumbled at him. - Well, I'm not a saint.

I'm not the Virgin Mary. - No, several people can testify to that.

That you're not a virgin anymore.

You brought it up.

Okay, come on. Let's get it off your chest then.

No, never mind.

It would have been fine with me if you'd told them.

You never talked to them.

What should I have talked about?

About you and Joost? - Yes.

They didn't need to know what kind of...

That I was what?

Well?

What?

A skank? A slag? A slut?

It annoys me that you still tell yourself...

...that we broke up because of my fling with Joost.

You abandoned me way earlier than that...

...you just needed an easy way out. - Easy?

Sure, it was easy to abandon my family. - Apparently.

What do you mean 'apparently'?

You went to Curaçao within three months. - For a year. For my job.

Five years, okay? Five. - I didn't know that at the time, did I?

You skipped their most beautiful and difficult years.

I invited them plenty of times. - Oh, come on. 'Invited'.

Kids don't want to be invited by their dad. They want to be...

...I don't know. Lifted up. - Lifted up, Lifted up.

Did you ever try to send them to Curaçao during the holidays?

If you really want to know: Yes.

And they didn't feel like it. - That wasn't their decision. It was yours.

I lost my kids because of you. - You did it all by yourself.

What do you want? - I want to smash something to pieces.

Well...

Look, here. Start with this.

It's not good for the kids if we're at war again.

They can't handle that on top of everything else.

Right?

What do you pay your secretary for? - It's Nathalie.

Pumpkin?

No, I did. It was the first thing I said.

I told her: 'Nathalie says hello'.

Know what? I'll put her on, okay?

Hi, it's Fransje.

Yes, they're very strange weeks. It's as it time has stopped.

He looks a bit pale, but other than that...

Eh... we like good food, so...

All right. Want to speak to Fer again?

Okay. Yes.

Pumpkin says hello.

Why would you?

Because I've got too much on my mind.

Does your mind feel better now? - Yeah.

I don't think we should make this a habit.

Duly noted.

Idiot.

I'm back. - Hi, honey.

Did Fer behave a little bit?

A little bit.

Do you regret it?

On your day off?

No.

You have to work tonight, don't you?

Will you manage that?

I'm becoming too soft.

If it's a girl I can manage, but if it's a boy...

You're not too soft...

...you're just too old.

A few more weeks and I'll be your retired wife forever.

Hey...

Good evening, minstrel...

No, no, no...

You smell like the old days.

Are you going out for dinner, or is Wet Ali going to cook?

I'm afraid it's the latter.

Judging by dad, she cooks greasy food. - Dad?

You always make us say procreator.

Yes, but lately I see this image of him naked when I say that.

And you too, by the way. - Gross.

Yuck.

He wanted me to give you this.

Why were you ever attracted to him?

Gosh. Well... Why were you attracted to Johan?

Because he asked me: Want to date me? I asked: Why, for God's sake?

And he said: Because girls like you can't demand a lot.

Seriously, though.

I can remember the two of you walking hand in hand.

Well, I can't.

Not at the and, no. But when I was six or seven it still seemed all right.

If we ever did walk hand in hand, it was probably because...

...dad thought I would get lost, but other than that...

When I was little, I dreamed of being happily divorced...

...without all the yelling and cursing that you two did.

Then we did set a good example.

Once I yelled 'fucking asshole' in front of the kids...

...and then Johan seriously started about my Dutch accent.

He did.

But when you never argue, a child may think:

Why does dad have to live somewhere else?

Can't you just explain to your kids why dad has to live somewhere else?

I did. My kids know exactly why I'm divorced.

CALL ME! NOW!!!

I have to answer this. It's work.

Good timing. - It's work. And I'm paying, okay?

You probably forgot your wallet?

Hey, it's me. - No, 'it's me' is someone else.

Thanks for calling back. - Five exclamation marks. You scared me.

Otherwise you wouldn't have responded. - Keep it brief, because...

...Tess is watching me. - Funny.

Your other daughter is spying on me.

What is it about?

I just had to hear your voice.

Says who?

Keep talking. - Oh please, I'm really too old for this...

...and so are you.

This is the last time you sent me a message.

I'm starting to feel ashamed. - What for?

Of you, of course.

Of us. - There is no us.

Hang up, or... - Or what?

Well, then I go to contacts...

...and then to: Delete Fer, yes/no?

And then I'll press 'yes'.

Only if you promise...

...to see me one more time.

Why would I? - Because...

...because you calm me down.

Fucking asshole.

Heated seats always make me a bit sad.

As if you're sitting in a huge, warm hand.

Good news? - Yes.

Come on.

A bit weird...

Sorry for your loss. - No, it's my dad.

Nice to meet you. I'm Ton van Karspel. - Fer Nagtzaam.

Did all your daughters turn out so well?

Hilde is the youngest. We still had some left-over residues.

Excuse me? - We still had some left-over residues.

You still didn't tell me what you think of the place.

It seems like a varied job.

Is he married? - His wife likes to think so.

Oh shit, I still have to buy flowers.

Need to make amends? - Nathalie is so kind to me.

She deserves them. - Well...

Here. My treat.

- Yes.

I'm off.

Already? - I also have to go to work.

So why did I think you were off today?

Must be your age, I'm afraid.

I have a 5 centimeter dilation in the Van Goghstraat.

I was going to seduce you with wine and a roaring fire.

Macho.

Thanks for your friendship

Bye.

Four o'clock. What do we have on at four?

Boy and Ike are coming to play at grandpa and Wet Ali's.

I'm so looking forward to that. - Make sure you're on time...

...I'm panicking already. - You make sure we have enough candy.

Hey.

Talking, you said. Right?

Well, talk.

Do you really think I invited you here to...

As if I can't get something better at home.

No, no, wait...

What do you want from me? - I don't know.

No, What do you want? - Nothing.

Just... to sit beside you and not to think about anything.

Not having to say anything. Not having to explain anything.

Just because I know: her son...

...is just as dead as mine.

Are those here?

Do you have them?

You actually have rather nice teeth. - For someone who's rather old.

Two of them are fake. Guess.

I wouldn't know. - Good.

Are those still your own teeth? - Certainly.

Paid for them myself.

What's this?

Nothing...

...just cancer.

Everything's fine again.

Any other 'nothing' that I've missed these past years?

And you?

No, no. That doesn't count. I already knew that one.

Why didn't you and Nathalie have children?

Sorry. That's none of my business.

Were you afraid of that?

A fourth one? - No, not afraid.

Maybe I was. Not for myself, but for the kids.

It didn't happen.

Never worked out?

It did.

But we got rid of it.

Jesus.

If I'd had doubts, I think she would have kept it.

How long ago was it?

He would have been 12 now. - He?

Yes.

Every time I think about it...

...it's a son.

No. I don't want this and I can't...

...so I won't.

I knew it.

Where are you right now?

Officially. According to your partner.

Delivery.

And planting heather on the grave.

The plants are already in the car.

Myrthe.

Here comes the bride all fat and wide...

See how she wobbles from side to side...

Here comes the groom thin as a broom...

Where were you? I'm completely worn out.

And now? - Fucking, fucking, fucking.

Is it okay if Wet Ali gets a kiss first? - No, French kissing, French kissing.

French kissing, French kissing.

No, don't attack.

Hey... I didn't forget. - You didn't forget what?

That you were going to come by.

I wasn't going to come by.

I heard her come in.

Housekeeping.

Myrt?

Myrthe?

I have an announcement to make. Something's been bothering me for a while.

Oh, sweetie.

Honey, are you okay?

Hey. - Hey.

Here. - Thank you.

The frame is from Walmart. Buy another one if you don't like it.

Are you coming in?

All in good time, right?

The boys might emit light tonight...

...they've had a lot of fluorescent candy.

Morn. - Hey, guys.

Come on, get your coats, bags, shoes. Let's get out of here as fast as we can.

Thank you and see you next time. - Next time, yes.

See you next time, dear grandpa. - Bye, guys.

Bye.

You've been living in your head lately.

Hey...

Honey...

Honey, no. I don't think I'm up to it yet.

What?

Fucking, fucking, fucking.

We'll see about that.

What have you got here? - What?

What is this?

You're scaring me. What are you doing?

What is this? - What?

Oh...

Do you like it?

Sleep well.

Don't be like that.

What do you think? It was a few weeks ago, so he must be over it?

Sure. That's how blond I am. - Apparently.

Maybe I'm just trying to be kind to you.

There are more ways to do that.

You don't know what it's like.

You don't have children.

That's right. I don't have children.

Fransje?

Fransje?

Hey...

Shit.

Okay?

I'm back. - Okay.

Come on.

Hold that there.

Hold it there.

Just hold it there.

Say my name. - There we go again.

Come on, say my name. - Why?

It enhances the mood...

...it's stimulating, say my name. - Ton...

...Van...

...Karspel.

Ton van Karspel. - My mother calls me Tonnie.

Tonnie. - Yes, Tonnie.

Tonnie van Karspel. - Tonnie van Karspel.

Tonnie van Karspel. Tonnie... van... Karspel.

Tonnie.. van... Oh, sorry.

Hold on. Wait a minute.

Andries?

No idea.

I haven't seen mom for two days.

No problem.

No, I was just finishing up here.

Okay, bye.

Hey, Tineke. It's Nathalie again.

Still haven't heard anything from Fer“? And there's nothing in his diary?

Answer it. - Who is it?

Answer it. - Who is it?

Ton van Karspel.

John van Karspel? - Ton van Karspel. Ton with a 'T'.

Ton... - Who is it?

Hilde? - Who?

Hilde, are you there? - Hilde?

Hilde? - Hilde.

Hello? - Hilde?

You sound very...

...hoarse, somehow.

Do you happen to know where Fer is right now?

Why do they call you? You never answer your phone.

No idea.

Everyone is lost. - I'll call Maria, 0K?

No.

Is my dad at your place? - No. Why?

Did you hear anything from them? - No. I'll ask Myrthe.

Do you know anything about grandpa and grandma?

Myrt?

Hello, Myrthe.

It's grandma.

Did you ever miss me...

...in all those years?

No, man, of course not.

I had something better at home, you know.

Hey.

What happened?

Are you okay?

Well, just begin somewhere.

Since when?

A few weeks. - Not that long.

What are we asking about? - Just try something.

What's been going on for a few weeks?

Don't. - Yes, no, yes.

Sorry, but this looks really stupid.

You tell them it looks stupid. - I think they're fucking.

Stop it. - Look how stupidly they're laughing.

I'm telling you, they're fucking. - Not that terrible word.

So what would you call it? - Humping?

Don't. - What did I do?

So it's true?

Well, thanks. Thanks for everything.

Also on behalf of Roland. - Tess...

We cried. Together. - Ah, okay.

And how am I supposed to picture that?

Crying first and then a good tuck, or fucking first and then crying together?

Don't use that word all the time. - No good? What's better?

Geriatric gymnastics? - Tess, please.

Or nursing home sex?

Don't talk like that. - Why not?

Because I'm your mother?

You're also Roland's mother. - As if we didn't talk about him all the time.

So that's a testimonial of good conduct? - We talked about Roland all the time.

We've lost our son.

There's someone who lost her husband and a girl who lost a father.

And here are two people who don't have a brother anymore, okay?

What are you doing?

Stop eating.

Look what you did. - What I did?

You're the asshole here.

You abandoned us and a hundred years later you're back. Why? To comfort your ex?

He's not an asshole.

Wait a minute. Now I'm really lost.

We've called him an asshole for 25 years. - And he's not an asshole.

So why did we call him that? - Because...

I don't know. Because it felt good to say that.

Hey... - Sorry.

So now you're apologizing to him. - Dad is not an asshole.

What do you know about it? You've got a mental disorder. Remember?

I've got a job. - We all know how you got it.

We're in love. - You're not. And that Beau van Karspel...

Ton. Ton van Karspel. - He's not in love either.

He is. - It's just part of the trial period.

When I saw you at dad's.

At the grave.

You were so sweet together.

Start up the violins.

Falling in love is not done on purpose, is it? - But fucking is, sweetie. Ask your aunt.

Restrain yourself in front of her. - Why? She's 16.

Are you in love? - In love? This isn't love.

So what is it? - You're asking me? I wouldn't know...

...I've never had a role model. - It's not our fault you're divorced.

Even if you'd like to think that. - Hey...

Talk normally to her. - I am.

It isn't our fault, is it? - Stop it.

Everyone messes up their own life. We just happen to be good at it.

Especially you. - I'm not taking that personally...

...what you do is up to you. - Stop that.

All of you.

We need each other now. - Now you tell us.

Yes, now. Now.

I missed all of you too. Could that be possible?

That could be possible, yes. You missed all sorts of things.

You missed my whole life. You missed Roland's whole life.

And now he's dead.

You say something.

I didn't know it was obligatory. - Yes, it's obligatory.

We're all talking about your husband, aren't we?

And I was actually happy with that bicycle oil.

You didn't want to talk to me. You just wanted to get in touch with her.

Tess, that's not fair. - Stop defending him.

He completely abandoned us and that was fine.

We were perfectly happy without a father. We were.

Maybe your father didn't want to leave you. Maybe I was to blame.

I'm not going to listen to this anymore. It upsets me.

This isn't about you right now, okay?

Fer doesn't want me to talk about Joost...

Just leave it.

Joost?

I had an affair with him.

Joost van Gommeren, the math teacher? - No, gross. Of course not.

Joost of Marjon and Nienke.

Huh?

So I screwed up too. - Why?

Because you slept with someone else a few times?

Should I be shocked or something? - I am.

I'm not at all. - Mom can't handle this.

Maybe I like the idea that they're together again.

Are you serious? Give me a bucket. I need to throw up.

Stop it. Think of my mom. - No, you stop it.

For once, stop taking care of this whole family.

Your mom has to take care of you and not the other way around.

Stay out of it.

When is everyone going to focus on their own sorrow?

How about everyone crying about their own child?

In a minute I'm going to say...

...thank you for everything.

And then...

Then what?

Then we'll both live to be a hundred.

Me over here and you somewhere else.

I don't want to lose Tess and Ike and Boy...

...I don't want to lose Hilde, Maria and Myrthe. Not again.

And you don't mind losing me?

I was used to that already.

What do I do when I miss Roland?

You go to his grave.

You only go on even days...

...and I only go on odd days?

Now what?

We wait together until it passes.

Do you want the short or the long version?

It's an even day, isn't it?