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What happened?

I don't know. You lost control of the wheel and... Oh, fuck.

We gotta call the cops.

Lucy, you drive.

Wait, no, no.

Do you hear me?

Okay? You were driving. I can't, Don.

You wrecked it.

Don,

my parents... I can't just say that I... This isn't my fault.

What are you doing, Don? Alex and Patrick can't know about this. We can't

leave. Stop leaving. What the fuck are you doing?

Louisa, if anybody asks, you are driving.

Donny boy Wow you cleaned up a bit

looks good It's pretty nice.

Okay. Come on. There's breakfast

It took one day.

One single day.

And the car is completely wrecked.

It was an accident.

Well, I would hope you didn't do it on purpose, for God's sake.

Were you out drinking?

No.

Who else was with you?

I was alone.

You promised that you wouldn't lie to me anymore.

Were you with somebody?

I was alone.

And are you okay?

Yeah.

You could have ended up in a wheelchair, you know that?

Why didn't you call the police afterwards?

I was just in shock. I was panicking after he... Louisa, that car was worth

180,000 euros, all right?

This could have put you in a nut house again. Okay, enough.

God damn it, Louisa. Calm down, calm down.

It's called a fake word.

Okay, we have to call the police right now.

You committed a goddamn hit and run.

And what about the Dutch nanny?

Melissa?

Well, she's already sleeping with Vermeer.

You don't have to worry, Jacqueline.

Really.

And she won't fall in love, will she? Of course not.

What if she does fall in love and decides to side with them?

That's not going to happen. He's not her type.

She says.

And even if?

We have all the intel we need on her. She has some, too.

Yeah, it was important for you to be beaten up, right? Oh, come on. Eleanor,

enough.

What if... What if? Well, if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.

Hmm?

I know.

But it's all still pretty risky.

Vermeer is completely unpredictable.

And he's an asshole, too. Grade-A asshole. Everybody knows. Yes.

You know what they say about the tree and the apple?

It'll be all right. It will?

Yeah.

Good.

Once upon a time, your barn puppy landed a punch on Vermeer's father right in the

face. He did?

How come I never heard that one, Patrick?

Hilarious. Yeah, and it's not something you should laugh at.

To this day, we're still paying for that punch.

Good morning.

Hey, honey. We already ate breakfast.

That's okay. Hello.

Well, mommy?

Good morning.

Finally made it out of bed, I see.

It's important that you don't act out of line, okay?

Everything is under control.

Your mother, too.

So you don't have to be afraid.

After all, it's the frightened dogs that bite you.

Don't forget.

Well, I'll have to keep myself involved for some time. Or Vermeer will walk away

with everything Bonpappy and I have worked towards all these years.

I'll take care of it.

Really?

I will.

Don't put an ounce of trust in that coward.

For years, he took every opportunity to sabotage our first business.

Yeah, I know that, Mom. And then our gated communities in Shield and Braskat.

You're going to need Alex for this, Patrick.

Do you not want to help out, Alexander?

Of course I do, Mamma Mia. I just...

Patrick! What the fuck is your problem? Are you even trying to

help? What are you doing?

What's the matter with you? What is your problem, man? What are you going to do

about it? What?

Come on!

What are you going to do? You're going to bite me like a man, huh? Go inside.

Go in. Stupid idiot.

What is wrong with you? I said let go. Let go. Quit your bullshit.

Stop. Oh, my goodness. Seriously.

Oh, my.

Does that happen around here a lot?

Only when you're here. God.

Unbelievable.

He's getting more and more of your arrogance.

He's ready.

Yeah, yeah.

Look, price of gold is back up.

Oh, yeah? Went down a little, see?

Now it's on the rise. Oh, yeah.

There we go.

It's going up right now.

Yeah. Yeah.

Good morning.

Morning, sweetie.

Good morning. Did you sleep well?

Yeah, sure.

I bought croissants for us. They're amazing.

Mom used to bake them herself.

I saw a picture of your mother.

Beautiful woman.

I see the resemblance.

We look alike.

But actually, I'm more like my father.

No?

Is Don like his mom?

No. He has a better moral compass than I do.

Don't you want him to come live here?

We've got plenty of room.

Nah, he's fine where he is.

I think so too.

Alex,

I really think someone's going to find out what happened.

Don, that was seven months ago.

Huh?

It's been a long time since they finished that building, and I guarantee

nobody's wondering if there's something in the concrete.

As long as we just behave ourselves and stay quiet, then there's no problem.

Hey, if we confess to it, you realize that we're completely fucked then.

Yeah.

As long as she does what my parents

tell her to, you won't have to worry about it.

Look, Miss, this is really simple.

You don't just commit a hit-and-run if you have nothing to hide.

My daughter's never done something worth hiding, Inspector.

And that includes this.

That accident was traumatizing for her. She was completely in shock.

No?

And you mentioned a dog. What kind of dog was it?

Big? Little? What breed?

Um, I'm pretty sure that it was big.

It had black fur.

Curly black fur.

I don't really know. A Bouvier.

A Bouvier, we think.

Hmm. So you swerved out of the way for a Bouvier, and that's why you drove

through four beach cabins.

Can I make a note of that? I don't know how many cabins, but sure, yeah.

All right.

Well, miss, then you're some fantastic driver, aren't you?

You were driving much faster than 30 kilometers an hour, right?

Might have been 35 or 40.

Miss Bestens.

We had a team come out to the crash site to measure the skid marks you made.

My skid marks?

Sweet.

So childish.

You think this is all just a joke? No, sorry, Inspector. It's just nerves.

Your tone is quite intimidating.

I'd say you're on the verge of being a bit too aggressive with us.

We'd rather not leave anything up in the air.

You know that I'm a lawyer, don't you?

That's our whole job, Counselor.

Knowing things.

Here's the living room.

The carpet's great, right?

All the colors.

And you've got to see the swimming pool. Marble tiling. It's gorgeous.

John! My boy.

Welcome.

Hi. Do you want a drink?

Um, yeah.

Goat sound good?

Sure. I'll grab it for you. Thanks.

You're looking good.

Yeah. You are, too.

Why am I here?

Anton really wants you to move in. So don't be surprised when he mentions it,

okay?

Does he know what happened?

No. You didn't want him to know about Thomas.

Tell me this has nothing to do with the Von Dolls, will you? No way.

Juliet, you know Don.

Yeah. Hey.

Hi. There you go.

By the way, Don, I've seen your work.

I think what you do is amazing.

Especially the black and white photos. It's excellent stuff.

Well, thanks.

Where have you seen his work, Dad?

At Christine's.

I'll tell you this.

I've taken an option on your pieces.

I know a whole bunch of rich assholes with way too much money, all of whom

would kill to have art like that up on their wall.

So, if you're okay with it... We'll sell it to those guys for 15 times the price.

Um, okay.

Take a seat.

I've heard you're thinking about leaving Canoco.

Yeah, gladly.

I could give you a hand with that, if you're interested.

I still have a few apartments in Amsterdam you can move into.

You have to go to art school, man. You have to go and study your craft.

And I know you'd love it there.

Everybody's great there.

Obviously, in Canoka, it's a pretty elitist and stuck-up crowd. You know?

No? Yeah.

Yeah.

Be honest, Louisa.

This had nothing to do with the dog.

Louisa?

You're lying during a police interrogation?

Sorry, but I think that... I think it was way too soon for you. It wasn't too

soon.

Don was driving.

What?

How come you didn't say so? He made me lie for him.

Why would he make you do that? I have no idea.

Are you making things up again?

I told you in that letter how that affects me, how hurtful that is, honey.

I know, I know, but I'm not lying. I'm sorry I didn't come to you about it.

I'm not lying to you.

It wasn't me driving.

Well, I have to report this to Dr. Maynard, okay?

That's not how it went. Yes, it was. You were a bully back then. A what?

A bully.

No, Alex, we were 14.

That just makes it worse. No, we were best friends, though.

Yeah. It's too bad that that never lasted.

I might have... I might have acted in a way that wasn't

very nice.

Okay.

I know.

But it still bothers you, no?

Yeah, we were young.

I'd never heard about bipolar disorder, so... But I really regret it now.

I shouldn't have done that to you.

Hey.

You know who the real bully is?

Who? My father.

Oh, really?

I swear I thought my father had her in that thing.

Sometimes that man can just be the worst.

He hates me, too. And I know it. How come?

Because I don't have a dick.

I, for one, am super glad that you have the parts that you have.

Yeah.

Shut up.

Aren't you a misogynist?

A what?

A misogynist.

A woman hater.

What makes you think that?

My father thinks that, um...

The men are better in the workforce, and the women are better off at home.

Okay, but would you want to manage, like, Dutch property then?

Yeah, of course.

And I'd be damn good at it, too.

So you'd want to do that, with all of the pressure that goes along with that

kind of business?

If you love it, it's not stressful.

Yeah.

And I'm really good at negotiating.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Yep.

I got extra sprinkles on my ice cream for free.

Wow. Hey, good. But then who paid for that?

Fuck off.

You want some? Yeah.

Yeah?

Cute. No.

Hold your eyes Fill me with delight

Hold my rage in place

All this time

Tried to make you mine Lost

below

Is Don here?

Hey, Louisa.

Yeah, come inside.

You've just been ignoring me now? What the fuck?

I'm in deep shit.

I don't think even my mom believes me. And I'm scared they're gonna have me

committed again. And?

What and?

How come you can't say that you were driving, Don?

If it's about money, then we can help you.

She made me go to the police today. Louisa, it's not that simple. What are

you talking about?

I can't do that, okay? What do you mean you can't do that? Are you listening to

what I'm saying? They could send me back to the psych ward, and it's your fault!

Louisa, you drove that day.

And if you're saying it was me, then you should be admitted.

You mean that?

Yeah, I mean it. Now go home.

I mean it.

Fuck you.

Fuck

you.

Patrick?

Lends into this fucked up world.

Oh, no, that's okay. It's very nice that you want to do that, Angelique. All

right?

Thank you.

Why isn't she answering?

I think we've lost Melissa.

I hate to admit it, but I think your mother was right.

How's the golf course project coming along?

Good. Are you sure?

Yeah. Good.

Patrick? Hmm?

Is there something wrong?

No.

Nobody's going to screw up the golf project for us, right?

Patrick?

Beautiful, right?

Yeah.

So pretty.

And you being here makes it more beautiful.

It sounds like someone's in love.

So, have you ever had sex in the dunes?

Or...

Wait. What?

Kind of.

Oh.

Yeah, boy.

I'll open it for you.

You want me to put it on for you, too?

Okay.

What an awesome idea.

No, actually, it was a stupid idea.

Hey,

Deb, just letting you know I'm making good progress with Alex.

Don't worry.

I have to head next door.

Bingo.