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Baby?

Baby, I'm leaving.

You look great.

Thanks.

Are you looking for another man?

Why would I?

Have fun.

I'm leaving.

WILD HEART

Damn kids.

La vache est du lait.

You do know it's the Flemish Ardennes
we're moving to?

Yes.

-Mum, what the fuck?
-Well, it has to be in here.

Can I please say goodbye to my room?

-A bit emo, but go ahead.
-By myself?

Personal space.

Having to leave is bad enough
without you...

Bingo. Thank you, God.

I thought you didn't believe in God.

Baby, Louboutin is God.

Didn't you sell
all that stuff on Vinted?

Right, except for these babies.

Are you going out?

It's a farewell tour in Amsterdam
with Aunt Heleen.

If we don't leave,
there's no need for a farewell tour.

Honey, I know this isn't easy,
but take it from me: it will be great.

Doesn't this dress look amazing?

Bye.

What is this?

Babe, you want to move on Wednesday.

This is what you get on a Tuesday.

Okay, we can make this work.

-I'm low.
-Get up, up, up. Your knees.

Old age, old age.

Did you order this?

They don't have these in Belgium.

-You don't know that.
-Take it.

-No.
-It can't hurt to change the menu.

What do you mean?

Belgium has very different balls.

You're really something.

Oh my God, I'm so going to miss this.

I'll miss you too, babe.

I think you're really brave.

What do you mean, brave?

You're moving across the border for...

Don't.

Peter.

-I'm doing this for myself too.
-Really? Are you?

Yeah.

-You're not running away?
-From the taxman, maybe.

It will be good for us,
and for the kids too.

Yes, just a fresh start.

-Ladies.
-Hello.

-You want to dance?
-Yes, Tarzan. Let's go.

-Are you coming? Come on.
-No way.

Oh my God.

Heleen?

-Yes, I'm coming. Just finishing up.
-Yeah.

Go ahead, I'll see you back there.

You ho.

Absolutely.

How does that make you come?
It can't feel good.

And your legs have to be
in a weird position, right?

Nice? Yes. Come? No.

Quick, awkward... But so fucking horny.

Sounds like such a hassle.

Babe, what else is Pilates good for?

That's where the money goes.

I don't think it's classy.

Am I married? No.

What's with all of the questions anyway?

I just want to know
what's going on in your life.

I like hearing about it.

No...

Still nothing?

I've discovered that
you don't need it that often

if you really love each other.

And that makes you come?

Now you mention it, no.

But I do have...

What?

Fantasies.

I can have really life-like,
as if it's really happening...

fantasies... of doing it.

And that really...

makes me come.

-Is that weird?
-Well, yes. Girl.

-If it does the job.
-It does.

Oh my God, no. Are you having one now?

-No, ew.
-Oh, no.

Of course not.

Tell me about those fantasies,
what happens then?

Do they involve someone specific?

My husband, Peter.

Sure, otherwise it would be cheating.

I think so.

-Do you smell that?
-I smell chips.

Me too. With mayo.

I just want the mayo.

-Just?
-Here.

-I'm having one now.
-You are?

Come on, I'm hungry. Come on, chippie.
We're getting that mayo.

Babe, your bag.
Watch out, please. Thank you.

Yes, let's go. There you go.

This was the best farewell to Amsterdam
I could wish for.

Hello, you're not rid of me yet,
you know.

I'm still your bestie.
Only if you'll come visit me here.

Soon you'll be living the dream

and you won't need to fantasise anymore.

They're so nice.

Stop it, don't you get used to it, okay?

Soon you'll have forgotten
what a real orgasm feels like.

Anyway...

I do hope Flemish chips taste better.

-Do you want me to stay with you?
-He's almost here, you can go in.

Okay, we're not saying goodbye.
We don't do goodbyes.

Because... No, Lau... Lau.

-I'm going to miss you.
-I'm going to miss you too.

Okay, girl. Bye.

Peter?

Get in.

Laura?

Yes, that's me. Hello.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Okay, Laura, I really can't be late
on my first day.

Peter, it's just an observation day.

Not everyone can have a barf day.

Would they fire you?

-Then we can go back to Amsterdam.
-Take your time, Mum.

Babe, could you please get in now?

-Yes, but I'm ill.
-You're hungover.

That's very different.

Never.

They don't even have 5G here.

-We're almost there.
-We're almost there.

-Oh, Jack.
-Jack.

FOR SALE SOLD

Is this for real?

Nice, isn't it?

It's nothing like the picture.

I know, it needs some TLC, but...

It's a small project.

-We can make it our own.
-Yes. Are you okay?

Fucking hangover.

We can keep some
of the authentic elements here, right?

Which authentic elements?

The mould?

This is my room.

-This is a cool bed.
-This is nice.

Right? Hey, I have to go.

Already?

Well, if you hadn't emptied
your stomach every half an hour,

we'd already have been here.

-Is this going to be alright?
-It will be alright.

-Karel will take a look tomorrow.
-Okay.

Bye.

-I'LL MISS YOU, LAU. COME BACK SOON.
-ARRIVED. START OF A NEW ADVENTURE.

Can't I just take the car real quick?

It's not festive
if you have to get your own cake.

But this isn't necessary.

Yes, it is. I want to show you
how proud I am of you.

Do you know the way?

This is how I will get to know the way.

-Karel will be here in 30 minutes.
-I'll be back by then.

-Be careful.
-Don't worry. Bye.

Oh, wow.
Where are you going on that thing?

It's not electric.
You'll never get over the hill on that.

Oh, I'm used to cycling.
We've just moved here.

-I'm from Amsterdam.
-Oh, right.

It's good for your bum, they say.

Well, if you say so.

-Yes.
-Bye.

Yes, you too.

Yes, you can do it. Do it. Do it now.

You can do it.

Fuck.

Fuck. Stupid thing.

Hey. Hi.

Jeez...

You'll be saved.

You won't be saved.

Are you okay?

No, not really. The chain broke.

I'll take you home.

You'll have to get in then
or do I just take the bike?

No, I'm coming.

I'm Mathieu.

Yes, I'm stranded.

Laura.

-Where do you need to go?
-Well...

Down the hill on the left.

Okay.

Sorry.

-Can I?
-Oh, sure.

Make a wish.

-That only works with eyelashes.
-I'll do it then.

-Maybe I do want that wish.
-You can have it.

I wish I had an e-bike then.

I thought you were brave
riding a regular bike here.

I've just moved here.

Rookie mistake.

Where are you from?

Amsterdam.

I've never been to Amsterdam,
but cool, I think.

And how did you end up
in the middle of nowhere?

-My husband is a chef at Artisan.
-Fancy.

-And what do you do?
-Good question.

I worked in international leads
for a large media company.

But I was sick of it,
I never saw my kids.

Jogging with fake friends.

Botox every two months.

It's such an empty feeling in the end.

-I'm going to renovate our new house.
-I renovated my house too.

It took much longer than I thought,

but I'm glad I was
able to do it all by myself.

It's over here, on the left.

I never expected it to sell.

It had been on the market
for five years.

Well, it's our project now.

Facebook Marketplace.

Sorry, what?

Facebook Marketplace for an e-bike.

-Then you won't waste your wish on it.
-Good one.

And thanks for saving me, Mathieu.

That's what neighbours are for, Laura.

We were about to call the police.
Where have you been?

-Let's not talk about that.
-Okay, no cake.

-This is Karel.
-Hey.

-Nice to meet you.
-Sorry I'm late.

We renovated my parents' house,
or rather we demolished it.

Peter was just telling me
about his first day.

-Ar... Art...
-Artisan.

-Artisan. Fancy.
-When are you coming over for dinner?

When you pay me more for this job.

It's not such a big job, is it?
Just spruce it up a little.

-Spruce it up?
-Yes.

If you're planning on staying here,
it will need more than that.

What about those rotten beams?

Laura has some fantastic
creative ideas for this.

That's great.
We'd better get right to it, then.

-I'd love to.
-Fine.

-Then I'm going to get some rest.
-Rest?

Yes, I only got home at four last night.

But I want to go over
the final plans with you.

Dear Lau, you have such great taste.
Go for it.

I'm sure you don't need me for this.

Is it really that bad?

Yes, it will need more than
a coat of paint to get it right.

But don't worry.

In two months
you'll be living in a different house.

SEX THERAPIST

What?

Hey.

-How was your shift?
-Busy.

Peter.

Yes?

I just saw a sex therapist
in the village.

I thought: Maybe you and I can...

Please, we've already tried that.

We had more fights than ever.

You're not getting hung up on
what we don't have again, are you?

I think a sex life is quite important.

Says Heleen.

I feel the distance between us
getting bigger and bigger.

You knew I would have to work a lot.

Do you know what I've given up?

The house in Amsterdam,
my friends, my job. All for your dream.

Please, don't blame it all on me.

You were tired of Amsterdam.

You hated having Heleen on our doorstep
just about every night.

Come on now.

I feel lonely.

What do you want me to do?

Quit my job? Leave work?

Stay home?

It's not about the job. It's about...

I feel like
you're no longer attracted to me.

You're the most beautiful woman
on earth.

With as much patching up
as this house, right?

Yes, major structural repairs.

-Fuck you.
-I love you too.

It will be alright, really.

Heleen, I can't deal with this guy.

Call me back.

Four months extra?

It was just a rough estimate.

You could've been clearer on that.

I never made any promises.

-I just want this to be liveable.
-I understand, but...

These things take time.

Karel, I don't have the time.

I just want something to go right.

You can't control everything
all the time, Laura.

You can come and go,
but I have to live here.

Maybe...

you should ask yourself
whether the house is the real problem.

Right.

Maybe I should ask myself...

whether I just need a new contractor.

What would Peter say?

Peter trusts me to make decisions.

Okay, fine then.

No... Hey.

I wish you luck finding a new contractor
who can clean up this mess.

Hey.

Just remember that a coat of paint
for this house is just like...

hanging posters on a dung heap.

What?

Once it rains, it all turns to shit.

Karel, we can just...
Yes, come and sit down again...

Fuck!

Hey, Laura. Laura, are you okay?

Careful. Okay?

Yes, yes.

So stupid.

It's okay.

Yes, it's...

Wait, I'll just get you inside.

You'll be covered in paint too.

That's okay.

I thought you were paying people
to do the exterior.

No, I accidentally sent him away.

Accidentally?

Yes, apparently it's a lost cause.

I think Karel wanted us
to demolish the whole thing.

That would be a shame.

There's so much history here.

Just take this wall here.

Can you image the things it heard?

How many kids scribbled on it
when no one looked?

Who leaned against it in sorrow?

No, you can't just replace it
with something new.

Do you hear that?

Come.

-Can you hear it?
-No.

No, really listen.

Okay, I'm listening.

Yeah.

This wall wants to tell you something.

The wall is saying...

that the house can't take you seriously
with paint on your face

and you should shower.

Would you mind me looking around a bit?

No, go ahead. Make yourself at home.

-But I'll just get this... Yes?
-Yes.

-What are you doing?
-This will open up the space.

Yes, but why are you doing this?

Who else are you going to ask?
Your contractor?

Mathieu, I can't ask this of you.

I like a challenge.

Really?

And how good are you
at impossible projects?

There's nothing I can't handle.

Can you handle this?

Stop!

Sorry?

You should wear
safety goggles for this.

I'll just put on some more clothing.

Safety goggles.

-Hey.
-Did I wake you?

No.

I have good news and bad news.

Tell me.

Well...

I've already found a replacement,
but Karel quit.

-What?
-Yes.

How did you find a replacement so soon?

He's a handyman for hire.

Can he start soon?

He's free, he can start right away.

That's not a good sign.

He gave me a good feeling.

I trust how you feel.

Do you want me
to give you a good feeling?

I'm really tired, Lau.

Good night.

Yes, sleep tight.

Yes, that's it.

Oh, you're so good at this.

Mum!

Oh, fuck.

When can we bike to school?

-When you're older.
-But we could in Amsterdam.

-Laura.
-Hey, Christiane.

What's this I hear?
You postponed the renovation?

-Yes, it's all been moved up again.
-Oh, that's annoying.

-Yes, but we stay positive.
-You're absolutely right.

Luckily you've got time
to deal with it, huh?

-What do you mean?
-Well, thanks to your husband's job.

Not many women can afford
to be a housewife.

I read that article on Peter
in the paper,

it was really nice.

-You must be proud.
-Very proud.

-Okay, the kids.
-Bye.

-Jesus.
-Come on.

I'd kill for an espresso martini.

Amsterdam is a three hour drive.

Why don't you come
and stay for the weekend?

It's less of a hassle
than committing murder.

Peter works six days out of seven.
I can't.

-Can't you come to Belgium?
-What? Me in the countryside?

-Over my dead body, darling.
-I'm bored to death here.

I figured once you move there,

you'll have all the time
in the world to get laid.

-That's what I thought too.
-No. No.

Oh, come on. Still nothing?

-Nope.
-Oh, poor baby.

I asked him to go and see
a sex therapist, but he didn't want to.

Okay, and you? Do you still masturbate?

In my fantasy, yes.

Oh, God.

Why don't you go and see
that sex therapist by yourself?

Hey, there are a lot worse things
than having some imagination.

Babe, you can't live like this.

You think something is wrong with me?

What? No, of course not.
No, no, but... I don't know.

Maybe that sex therapist can help you
understand what's going on.

Oh, a booty call.

Okay, have...

fun.

TAKE CHARGE OF YOUR SEX LIFE

BOOK AN APPOINTMENT

So, I have sexual fantasies,
very intense, as if it were real life.

And how does that feel for you?

-What do you mean?
-Do you feel relieved afterwards?

Or guilty?

-Or a bit empty?
-Honestly?

It feels good.

But well...

It's not the same as a real life touch,
of course.

I fantasise
because I'm not getting anything.

Sexual frustration can manifest
in many different ways.

And some people, like you,

create an imaginary world
in which they're desired.

It's as if your brain says:
You know what?

We'll just do it ourselves.

So, my brain is really good at it.

It's important to understand
that those fantasies are a release.

You feel in control and satisfied,

but without having
to face the confrontation.

However, fantasies can become
an addiction when they replace reality,

instead of being a temporary release.

Every time I try to initiate
and get turned down,

I just feel more and more insignificant.

I find it really difficult
to try again after that happens.

Maybe you should focus less
on the physical part of sex

and more on the intimacy side.

I hadn't thought of that yet.

What does intimacy mean to you?

Wow, what's this?

A surprise.

It's really nice, Lau.

Well, I thought: we haven't had
a night together for so long.

Just the two of us.

To a lovely night.

Where are the kids?

At a sleepover with friends.

Thank you.

Do you remember that night?

After that wedding?

Ali and Lisa's.

We were so drunk,
the taxi driver kicked us out

and we walked through the city.

We went dancing then.

And I lost my keys.

Those nights are hard to forget.

When did we stop having such nights?

I don't know.

It wasn't by choice anyway.

It's Maya's mum.
Our kids are over there.

This is Laura.

Yes. We're coming.

Found them.

Thanks.

-Everything okay?
-Sure.

Hot in here, right?

Yes, but probably not as hot
as your kitchen.

-True. Anyway, everything looks great.
-Thanks.

Once Laura sets her sights on something
she gets it.

Right, I've noticed.

Good luck.
And don't let the boss wear you down.

Thanks.

You make that poor guy work
while you're just decorating stuff.

I told him he can use
the infinity pool on his breaks.

-We can still build that, right?
-No.

-The kids would love it.
-I would love it too.

You know who I saw? Christiane.

What is it now? The birds too loud?

It was about the Saint John's fair,
a must-do apparently.

A whole village event, a happening.

Probably the highlight of her existence.

You have to work,
but that was quite the fuss.

A mum by herself with the kids.
A disgrace to the village.

I'm sorry
I have to disappoint Christiane.

Why don't you have Mathieu start
on that infinity pool then?

In your dreams, baby.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Let's take a break
and get some fresh air?

Yeah, good idea.

Isn't it illegal to work
above 36 degrees Celsius?

-Not with a boss like you.
-Oh...

I should fire myself.

I do like a dominant woman.

No, no, don't. No, no, no...

Are you okay?

Oh, oops.

I...

I'll get a towel.

-Hey, Lau.
-I cheated on Peter.

-That doesn't surprise me.
-What?

Babe, it was just a matter of time
before those fantasies weren't enough.

-No, I cheated on Peter in my fantasy.
-What?

Not in real life,
I cheated on him in my fantasy.

-You're such a slut.
-I know.

You still haven't talked to Peter?
'Hey, love of my life,

take me hard and preferably
in every hole of my body.'

No, not in those words.

Babe, I'll tell you what it is.

What is it?

He's seeing someone else.

No. I used to think he was,
but I'm sure he's not.

-How?
-Well...

I secretly installed Find My Friends
on his phone.

Until he caught me.

-With someone else?
-No...

in the parking lot at the supermarket,
following Find My Friends.

-And who did you cheat with?
-The handyman.

Oh, classic.

Shit, I have to get him a towel.

Never mind.
I'll explain later. Long story.

Okay, fine.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Which is?

Anal. I really don't like it.

Okay. Bye, Heleen.

Bye.

Here you go.

I'm going home.

-Did I do something wrong?
-No, I...

I don't feel well.
And it's too hot to work anyway.

-See you Monday?
-Yes, Monday. Sure.

Oh, Peter...

Mathieu...

Peter...

Tell me that you want me.

I want you...

Laura.

Lau...

Lau?

Mathieu...

-You were dreaming.
-No.

Care to tell me what it was all about?

-It's probably stupid.
-Really?

You said my name in your dream.

Really? Sounds promising.

And Mathieu's.

-No.
-Yes.

No...

No, no...

Oh my God...

Are you having a midlife crisis?

Unfortunately, your wife has died.
End of conversation.

Cheating with the handyman
is such a cliché, you know.

I don't think it's funny.

I do think so. You're so bizarre.

Bizarre?

Yes. It was just a dream, Lau.

Yes. So, then it's fine,
if it's just a dream, right?

I don't mind, do I?

No, you don't mind, no.

You don't mind
not having a sex life either.

Let's talk about this at another time.

I'm going back to sleep.

Jeez, Mathieu...

Fine, Peter.
We'll talk about this when you want to.

Lau?

Yes?

You're not going to run off
with the handyman, are you?

I think he's a contractor.

Should I worry?

No, of course not, Peter.

It was just a dream.

I just don't know how or how often
I have to keep telling him.

He doesn't hear me.

I'm tired.

Of what exactly?

Of hoping. Of longing.

Always being the only one
taking initiative.

He just doesn't notice me.

He does love me, you know.

But it feels like
I'm living with a friend.

Someone who appreciates me,
but doesn't notice me.

Doesn't want me.

And you know what's worse?

I blame myself.

I always try to be prettier,
better, more exciting.

But nothing seems to work.

Do you know what I really want to know?

Why I'm not good enough anymore.

And what if it's not about you?

It's not?

What if he has a problem
that he can't put into words yet?

Well...

Maybe. But why can't
he just share that with me?

So, you thought that moving to Belgium
was going to solve your problem.

And what was the problem?

Two years ago,
Peter's restaurant went out of business.

The rent had gone up.

He thought he could make it,
but he didn't.

He spent a year at home
before he got Artisan's offer.

And how did you react?

I just wanted him
to get better, of course.

But that meant I had to work more.

So we drifted apart.

I think he resented me for being
able to work when he couldn't.

But what if you would focus more
on what makes you happy?

Beyond Peter.

See? We've already crossed
this stream three times.

This is another stream.

No, look at the fork there.

I recognise this.

There's a red sign. So, it's that way.

-Aren't we on the yellow route?
-No, the red one.

Half an hour ago,
it was the yellow one.

Dear Lau, since you know best,
you can navigate, okay?

Come on.

Mum, I'm thirsty and tired.

Jack, just keep going, okay?

I don't have any signal
and I have no idea where we are.

The kids are tired.
Come on, let's take a break.

Why am I always the one
who has to come up with solutions?

Don't be so dramatic.
We're just following the red route now.

Yes, that would be nice,
to be able to follow you for once.

That won't be good enough,
since you don't want to follow anyone.

Didn't I follow you here then?

You pushed me to take this job.

It's the chance of a lifetime. I won't
deny you that after all that bad luck.

And you were wasting away too.

You think I spent a year
just wasting away?

I'm not saying that.

You're not denying it either.

We both know you were terribly unhappy.

Isn't that normal?

A father should be able to
provide for his family.

I just feel like
I'm waiting all the time.

Waiting for the house to be ready,
for you to come home,

to pick up the kids from school.
I'm just waiting all the time.

Dad...

Where do we go now?

We're a bit lost. This way, come on.

Come on.

Yes. Careful.

Yes, and now rub it to clear
all the bubbles from underneath.

You're a natural, just like your mum.

How do you say: I'm going home?

Je rentre à la maison.

Hey.

Not like that. If you live in Belgium,
you need to learn French too.

We're in the Flemish Ardennes.

Even so, languages are important.

And, I want to go home?

Je veux rentrer à la maison.

Yes.

Right...

Great.

The reading chair is over here.
So we can enjoy the autumn views.

That's nice.

I've put your mum's cupboard over there.

I knew you'd make it work.

And the big canvas can go on this wall.

Are you listening to me?

You've done a great job.

Well, it's also
thanks to Mathieu, of course.

Don't be so modest.

This is all your vision.

Thanks.

This is nice.

I have to work.

Well, have fun then.

Hello?

-Hey, Lau. Have you got a minute?
-Yes, go ahead.

Listen, there's been a cancellation,
so I thought:

Why don't you come
and have dinner with Mathieu?

-Mathieu?
-Yes.

He deserves it after all that hard work.

But what about Jack and Yuna?

I called Christiane.

Her granddaughter can come and babysit.

I don't even know if he's free.

There's a months' long waiting list
for the restaurant.

Or don't you want to dine
at your husband's tonight?

Yes, that must be it.

Okay.

I'll call him.

The reservation is at six o'clock.

See you then.

Wow.

Mum.

-Isn't it too much?
-No. I like it.

It's a very fancy restaurant.

Oh, Mathieu. I'll get it.

Okay. I'll put my number down,
the number for Artisan.

And Rachid's mum lives nearby.

-So, you can always go over there.
-Chill, Mum. We're not toddlers.

You're right.
I just don't like leaving you.

-I'll take good care of them.
-Okay.

Don't get any piercings or tattoos.
And in bed by nine, okay?

-Hey.
-Ready?

-Bye.
-Ciao.

This is a fresh brioche
with a Piedmontese beef tartare.

-Enjoy.
-Thank you very much.

So, this is where Peter
spends all his time?

Well, a lot more
than at home in any case.

He doesn't know what he's missing.

It's a nice house.

And...

all of the brioches
with a Piedmontese beef tartare

can't beat your lasagne.

You mean that store-bought stuff
I shove in the oven?

Haute cuisine Chez Laura.

Peter wanted to thank you.

Cooking is his love language.

Knocking some walls out
and spending time with you...

I should be thanking him.

2024. Really, a grown man.

I forgot to go to the bathroom
and the unforgettable happened, really.

You okay, Chef?

Have you thought about
what we're going to do next?

I can't ask the babysitter to cycle home
in the middle of the night.

It's too far.

No, I mean... Your house is done.

What's our next project?

-Do we have a next project?
-Don't we work together well?

We have something special.
You can't just let it go to waste?

I need to discuss it with Peter.

Yes.

He's got it made.

He's the big man here,
he has a nice home.

He has a dream wife
waiting for him at home, every day.

Fuck it. What do you say?

-Flipping houses together?
-Partners in crime?

Partners in crime.

Is everything alright?

-Hey, Chef.
-Ah, there you are.

Did you enjoy it?

Chef's kiss. Fantastic. Thanks.

It's the least we could do.

As a goodbye present.

Wait, we... We have a surprise for you.

Mathieu and I have decided...

to start flipping houses together.

The dream team is back together.
We'll all be swimming in cash...

Shouldn't we discuss that first?

What's there to discuss?

We'll do that at home.

-Will you send us an invoice?
-Peter...

Thanks. See you later?

Young lady.

Tomorrow I'll start looking for houses.

I don't think
Peter is very comfortable with it.

I have a life of my own.

And like you said... Peter has it all.

Okay.

And...

thanks for a lovely evening.

Thank you.

-Good night.
-Yes.

Yes, you too.

Bagel, come here. Bagel.

I need to ask something.

So, what have I heard?

What?

You've finished renovating.

Yes, Mathieu did a good job.

Yes, wow. Well done.

I had my doubts, actually.

Why?

Well, I don't know whether I can say.

I don't even know
if it's actually true, but...

at his previous job
he had an affair with his boss' wife.

It lasted at least six months
before they got caught...

and well, he was fired, of course.

-And then?
-And then, well...

It's always the same,
staying together for the kids,

all the money was in the business.

But she couldn't stay away
from him either.

And he's like that, once he has
set his sights on a woman...

They're done for.

I think he's doing it
for the sport of it.

That's what I think.

You're coming to
the Saint John's fair tonight, right?

-Mum?
-Yes?

Thanks for moving here.

Where is this coming from?

I just like it over here.

Come here, you silly girl.

Mum?

-Sausage or chicken?
-Chicken.

Good choice.

My daughter is such a sweetheart.

She's 25 and all her friends
have a boyfriend except for her.

-I'm afraid she won't get hitched...
-Times have changed.

Just let her do her thing.

My granddaughter has a girlfriend,
a really nice girl.

-Well, had I been young now...
-Hey.

-Mathieu, do you know Katrien?
-Katrien?

-She was in elementary school with you.
-Maybe, yes.

Sorry to intrude,
but I'd like to steal Laura for a bit.

I've just had a notification
of a new property.

Enjoy the fair.

A fuckboy.

Mathieu?

-I don't believe that.
-But that's common knowledge, no?

I have to say,
this village fair is nice.

Yes, it is.

Oh, you were telling me
about that property?

There is no property,

I was saving you from the old biddies.

Frida doesn't want her daughter
to die alone.

And I just heard that Madeleine regrets
never having been with a woman.

Now I know way too much
about those women.

Well, you just know
a lot about a lot of women.

That's true,
I know a lot about a lot of women.

There is just one woman
I want to dance with, though.

Wow.

-Shall I teach you how to dance here?
-Go on.

Hop in your canoe.
Take your paddle and off you go.

I get it. Canoe.

-Waltzing is always a hit here.
-Okay.

I'm a bit nervous,
your feet and my pumps.

It's all about floating around.
One, two, three...

-Elegant.
-Elegant.

Elegant. Elegant.

Where are we going?

I used to come here
when I was a boy scout.

-Are you okay?
-Yes, I'm fine.

-Oh, wow.
-It's still here.

Oh fuck.

-I can't keep pretending.
-Me neither.

Are you sure you want this?

-Really?
-Yes.

Fuck.

No, sorry. Sorry, Mathieu.

I thought you wanted this too.

Yes, I thought so too.

Thanks, Mathieu. For everything.

That's what neighbours are for.

Are you okay?

I've done such a stupid thing.

-What time is it?
-Peter...

What?

What is it?

I cheated.

What did you say?

It was a stupid mistake.

-With who?
-It doesn't matter who it was.

Please. Can we just talk about it,
so I can explain...

It's Mathieu.

I'm right.

-Oh look, he's calling you.
-No, it's Heleen.

So, did you have a good shag?

Stop, don't make it worse.

Renovating together
and shagging in every room.

-Peter.
-Sick.

Don't make it worse.

It was a stupid mistake,
but I put an end to it.

It was just a kiss, that's it.

Should I be grateful for that?

I saw the way you were looking at him.
I just paid him to shag my wife.

Who's the whore here? Him or you?

Fuck you. At least he wanted to fuck me.

-So, now it's my fault?
-Shit.

-What are you doing?
-I have to go.

No, I'll go. Let me leave.

I don't want to be here, Laura,
in your love nest.

No. Everything I did here was for you.
I don't have anything here.

Do you really think you're the victim?

You live in a fantasy.
'If we change, things will be better.

If we move, you'll find yourself.'

But you don't want that.
You don't want to be content.

Don't turn me into the villain.
I'll go.

And where would you go?

To him?

This is voicemail.
This is the voicemail of...

Zero, four, seven, seven,
five, two, eight, one, one...

Leave a message after the beep.

-Babe, where the hell did I end up?
-Why are you here?

Babe, you never text me back.

Okay, where's the body
and where do we bury it?

-Peter is leaving me.
-No, he isn't.

Yes, he is, because I kissed Mathieu.

-That's cheating, Heleen.
-So, that's it?

Isn't that bad enough?

-Are you in love?
-No.

I felt immediate regret.

-Babe, why did you even tell him?
-My conscience.

-And now I've lost him.
-He'll forgive you.

You always try so hard to be perfect,
but you're not, not all the time.

Okay, sometimes.

Come here.

-Are you psychic?
-That, and I called your husband.

I told him to quit acting
so ridiculous, okay?

Okay, where are my babies?

Aunt Heleen is treating them
to a weekend in Ghent.

Everything is taken care of.

Right?

Peter.

Yuna, Jack, auntie is here.

Can we talk?

The garden needs some work.

Well, we need a lot more work.

I just didn't realise
how bad it had gotten.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realise either.

You tried to tell me.

I just didn't want to see it.

Peter, why aren't we having sex anymore?

Honestly?

I don't know.

I still think
you're the greatest woman on earth.

I think you're sexy, smart,

funny, creative.

You're a great mum.

Every time I tried,
you told me you were too tired.

I am tired.

What if I go with you
to that sex therapist of yours?

I want to change things too.

But can you forgive me?

Is she going to make us
do tantra exercises?

Do we want that?
Then you can't come at all.

Wouldn't make much difference.

Going to the edge, but not over it.

-Shall I take you to the edge?
-Come here.