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[uneasy music playing]

[gasps]

Dealing drugs? What the fuck is your problem, huh?!

[groans]

- Wolf is a kid. - [Simon] Oh fuck.

You're going to go to prison, asshole.

[Simon] Wait! Shit. Wait, wait wait.

Wait. [groans]

Wait. Wait. I can...

I can explain. Okay? Oh fuck.

[groans] First of all,

they're not...

they're not bad drugs.

They're... They're medicine.

It is doping! That's criminal.

Listen, it wasn't my idea.

But he told me he was planning on doing it himself anyway.

[scoffs] Are you serious? Is that your excuse?

Wow.

Wait, wait. Hanneke. Stop, please.

What are you gonna do?

- I'm going to the police. - [Simon] Don't do that. Please.

After Evert's... Just, please, wait till after.

[Simon breathes heavily]

Can't we say this one final goodbye? And then...

Then, you do what you gotta do.

[Simon groans]

- [music fades] - [door opens]

[door closes]

Simon de Jager. Have a seat.

My name is, uh, Carola Visser.

You already know Koos. Thanks for your patience.

This is taking a little longer than expected.

Yeah.

[Carola] We'll try to get to the heart of the matter quickly.

I'm sure you want to get to bed.

Uh, yeah, if that's all right.

[Carola] Great. Coffee?

No. No, thanks. Uh...

Had enough cups of coffee to never sleep again.

[clears throat] So, uh, right, um...

How can I help you?

Why was Hanneke so upset by you?

Sorry? By me personally?

[uneasy music playing]

I... I...

I wouldn't know.

Had Hanneke discovered something after the death of Evert?

Uh, I don't think so.

I... I don't know.

No? You have no idea?

But I would tell you if I knew. I, I, I, I, I...

But I... I have no idea.

But she was your best friend.

And you didn't know?

Even best friends don't tell each other everything.

[breathes deeply]

THE PERFECT LIE

[Hanneke] I wouldn't choose that. It's a little plain.

- [Michel] Right. - [Hanneke] Yeah.

What do you think, Karen? Th... This isn't as nice as the Portoro.

- This is the same one Simon bought, right? - Yep.

What's the cost?

Yeah, Portoro is quite costly because it's so rare.

The price can fluctuate a little up and down.

But it's perfect, right?

- [Hanneke] It's gorgeous. Spectacular. - [Michel] Look at those veins. Come on.

See, Carrara is also quite beautiful.

That's the white one I showed you last week.

And a lot less expensive.

We're going to look at this thing for years, so I say we do it properly.

Uh, let's think it over, okay?

Yeah, well, it has a long lead time for delivery.

- [doorbell rings] - Well, uh, I'm sold.

I think we pull the trigger.

[Hanneke] Take your time. It will be beautiful no matter what.

We leave that in your capable hands.

[chuckles softly]

[door closes]

- Bram? - Hey. Hi.

[Karen] What are you doing here?

The NRC? I'm in the paper as what, a monster?

This is just a trend.

These stories about the behavior they don't like, they're jumping on everybody.

- [scoffs] - [Bram] I wouldn't take it too personally.

Not personally? Damn it.

Was Karen named?

Bram?

I don't think so.

At least, not with your full name.

[sighs]

[Karen] Who was it?

[Bram] That's a little unclear.

Yeah, but you're the boss, Bram. You must know who did it.

I can't say anything more for now.

I really am sorry, but everything we do right now is under a microscope.

Do you believe what they say?

- [sighs] - [somber music playing]

I'm sorry. Karen!

These fucking...

[breathes heavily]

[sighs]

[scoffs]

[scoffs]

[exhales]

- Now... - [Karen exhales]

It'll blow over, right? Your name won't be mentioned.

I guess.

Who do you think?

It could be anyone. How should I know?

Someone after my position?

Someone with a bruised ego maybe?

I mean, God, people feel unsafe

if you ask them to move their coffee cup to the dishwasher

rather than leaving it on the counter.

- Mm-hmm. - It could be truly anything.

All right. Um...

Look, I do believe you have the best intentions.

- Oh. Okay, I'm at fault. - No, that's not...

[stirring music playing]

[music fades]

- [breathes deeply] - [keyboard clacking]

Nice jacket.

Um... [laughs nervously]

Thank you.

And what do you do?

Um...

Uh, right now, I'm with you.

Your day job.

Ah, sorry. [laughs nervously]

I, um...

Big family man.

That's job one.

They're your children too.

[scoffs] Yeah. We pay the... We have the... the babysitter.

Yes, Darija, but...

[scoffs] ...the school will talk if she drops off the children every day.

- We need to take them. - Yeah, I'm busy with work.

[Patricia] Right. Okay, darling.

- I have a hair appointment. - [sighs]

[chuckles] Hello.

- Huh. - Don't be like that.

[Simon exhales]

- What? - [Patricia chuckles]

[Patricia moans]

- [intriguing music playing] - [gasps] Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- [Patricia] Hm? Mm. - [Simon inhales]

Fuck.

Hm. [moans]

- [gasps] Come on. - [Patricia giggles]

- [Simon grunts] - [Patricia squeals, giggles]

- [Patricia breathes heavily] - [Simon] Mm. Mm. Mm. Mwah. Mm.

- No. No, no, no, no! - [Simon] Sorry!

My makeup, my makeup!

[Simon breathes heavily]

- [gasps] - [both breathe heavily]

- [Patricia giggles] - Mm.

Oh, okay, okay.

- [Simon grunting] - Oh!

[Patricia moans]

- [Simon growls] - [Patricia giggles]

- [Samantha] Mom! - Yeah?

Fuck.

- Oh shit. - [Simon panting]

[Samantha] Mom!

- Yeah! - [Simon grunts]

- I'm coming! - [Simon grunts]

[Patricia panting]

- [Simon grunts] - [moans] Yes!

- [Simon grunts] - [Patricia moans]

- [Simon exhales, grunts] - [music fades]

[Simon panting]

- Just stop it. Stop it. - Oh! [grunts]

[Simon moans]

[both panting]

- Pack your bag. Dad's driving! - [Simon] What?

[Simon panting]

- Have fun, honey. - [sighs]

- [Carola] Right. A family man. - [Simon] Yeah.

And, uh, other than that,

what you probably mean is, um...

- I own the Gym at Sea. - [Carola] Hm.

[Simon] Yeah.

With... Evert.

Uh... [inhales sharply]

He was my partner.

Yeah, you may not know this, but

in the fitness business, staying small isn't an option.

["Feel It Still" by Portugal. The Man playing]

It's eat or be eaten. [scoffs]

♪ Can't keep my hands to myself... ♪

And... And you have to grow always.

♪ Put 'em back up on the shelf... ♪

These days, everyone wants a tight face and a perfect body.

And they're willing to pay for it.

But they do expect results.

Hey, man.

♪ I been feeling it since 1966... ♪

[Simon] You gotta keep innovating, you know?

You gotta keep up with the latest trends. You gotta deliver value for that money.

♪ Ooh, I'm a rebel just... ♪

Because fitness, it's so much more than just pumping iron.

♪ Might've had your fill ♪

♪ But you feel it still... ♪

It's, uh...

Health is a lifestyle.

And, uh... [chuckles] ...I get that lifestyle.

♪ Feel it still... ♪

I have a sense for it.

♪ We could fight a war for peace ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh I'm a rebel just for kicks now ♪

♪ Give in to that easy living Goodbye to my hopes and dreams ♪

♪ Stop flipping for my enemies ♪

♪ We could wait Until the walls come down ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh I'm a rebel just for kicks now... ♪

I don't wanna brag.

I really don't.

- Hey. - Hey, man.

- [Simon] But business is booming. - Good to see ya.

[Simon laughs] Yeah.

♪ Ooh, ooh I'm a rebel just for kicks now ♪

♪ I been feeling it since 1966 now ♪

♪ Might be over now But I feel it still... ♪

- [Simon] Well. - Hey, boss.

- [Simon] What do we have here? - [man] All good.

Hey, you should empty that, yeah?

Hey, Wolf.

[money counter whirs]

- Here you go. - Thanks, boss.

♪ Might've had your fill But you feel it still ♪

- [woman] Oh yeah. - [cell phone dials]

[Simon] Evert.

Yo, did you have an appointment with the accountant?

[Simon] What? No. Why?

- I'm here with someone from Hulshoff. - Thank you.

You're welcome. Hey, man, where are you?

[Simon] Um...

I'm coming. Five minutes, okay?

Okay.

[upbeat music playing]

And, uh, here, these amounts. I can't seem to follow it.

Are those, uh, cash deposits?

[Simon clears throat] Mm.

Yeah, maybe. Uh...

Some members like to pay cash.

And, uh, there's the café as well. Usually make a lot of cash there too.

In these amounts?

I, uh... That doesn't seem very plausible.

[laughs]

Yeah. Hey, man, I'm not a math guy. I wouldn't know.

But, Herman, since when do you guys care about the details?

Since the new rules were adopted.

We have to be able to account for every transaction to the IRS.

And for the renovation, we'll need reports.

And I have a few questions. Could I stop by the new building sometime?

Nah. That seems a bit overboard, doesn't it?

Hm. Yeah, well, I think I should--

Uh, hey.

Do you, uh, have any more questions for me, 'cause--

Uh, yeah. There's two more items to discuss while you're here.

That's good. Uh-huh.

Five.

Four.

Now three.

Now two. One more, and put the weights back and relax, yeah?

- Simon. Simon. - Yeah?

[Evert] Is everything okay?

- What? - Is anything wrong?

Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Uh, just standard things.

What's the standard things?

Yeah. Uh, numbers stuff.

Okay, follow me.

You want to get that knee 90 degrees.

[Carola] Must be nice. I mean...

It appears to be the dream.

[Simon] Hm.

[Carola] Unfortunately, Evert won't get that dream.

[somber music playing]

Right? Hm?

[music fades]

I, uh...

I want him to be at home.

Yeah.

[Michel] Simon, what do you think?

It's not what Simon thinks. It's what Babette wants.

Simon? Well, come on.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

[Simon clears throat]

I want him home.

He can't be alone in some impersonal building.

I want us to sit vigil with him, and

maybe share our memories.

Babette, I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, the kids are here--

It's important they're given the time to say goodbye.

And to process this while they're grieving.

- Yeah. - [Karen] We'll bring the coffin here.

And, uh, we can put it in there.

In my empty office.

[somber music playing]

Yep.

- Okay. - [Michel] I've got it.

Easy, easy.

- [man] Stop here. - [Michel] Lower it.

[man] Steady.

[coffin thuds]

[breathes deeply]

[breathes shakily]

[stifling tears]

- [child] Got it! - [Evert] Ah, no! You got me!

- [laughter] - [child] Come on!

- No, Dad! - Get it!

- Hey, Simon! - Dad!

- [Simon] I got it! - [child] Get him!

- [kids laugh] - [Simon] Come here!

[child] No! We need it!

Yeah, get it!

Come on, Dad!

[music fades]

Now, what was so important?

- We were just at the beach. Uh... - [grunting]

[Simon] Hello, excuse me. Could you... Sorry. Sorry.

Could you put that back?

It's a collector's item. It's worth a fortune.

- [boys] Grandpa! - Hey.

- Hey, they're here! Hey. - The boys missed you.

Fucking clown.

- Were you out by the sea? - [boys] Yeah.

- Good boys. - Here. I made two.

No, thanks. Too cold.

Not good for the seed, my frozen balls.

- Pop! - [grandpa chuckles]

- Here. There was no more eel. - [grandpa] Pity. But herring will do.

So, this, uh...

You guys were just in the neighborhood?

Brian's moving to Alkmaar soon.

Okay. Wow. To Alkmaar.

Amsterdam's not very practical.

And why isn't it?

Brian wants to live near the sea.

And be close by his nephews, and his niece.

- Yep. - [grandpa] Mm.

[Patricia] Don't you have a job for him at the gym?

Uh...

Oh, yeah, yeah, I wish, but we're staffed up at the moment.

Always things to do at a place like that.

Right?

Rumor is, Simon, that you recently fired your accountant.

- [uneasy music playing] - [chuckles]

So, that was fast.

Yeah, I wonder who mentioned that.

I'm interested since I put money behind it.

Smart move, I'd say.

You and your accountant should have trust at every level.

- I'm good. I'm, uh... I'm meeting more, so... - [grandpa] Good.

Meet with him after.

What should I do there?

[grandpa] Odd jobs. Whatever. Just help out.

What, like make stupid whey shakes with protein for the farmers?

Hey, what's with the attitude?

Hey, but if you don't want to help, then, uh, maybe don't help.

No hard feelings.

He'll come by Monday. You can boss him around a little bit.

[Patricia] Okay. Let's have lunch.

[music fades]

[Evert] Okay, four left.

- Yeah. - Now three.

And three.

- Yo, Ev. - [Evert] Three more.

All right, two. Wait, wait, wait,

- Last one. - Come on, Wolfie, you got it. Come on!

- Good job. You can drop the weights. - Yo, this is, uh... This is Brian.

- Hey. - Patricia's brother.

- Oh, yeah. - He's gonna be helping out in the café.

- Brian, Wolf. - Hey.

I didn't know we needed more help, but, uh, welcome.

Yeah, uh, Evert is all about the classes here, with his wife, Babette.

And this is the weights floor, of course.

Cool floor.

- Thanks. - [Simon] Yeah, so... Come on.

- Hey, Simon. - Huh?

Uh, Brian, hang on a minute.

We're supposed to hire staff as a team.

Uh, yeah.

Uh, yeah, we are. I, uh...

Sorry. I, um... I, uh... I didn't think you would mind, so I...

You know what?

From now on, Evert, I will fight for your blessing.

- Ah, no, man. That's bullshit. - Yeah?

Come on. Cut that shit out, all right?

- Another set. Let's go. - You got this, Wolf.

- [Evert] Come on. - [Wolf grunts]

[Evert] Seven. Come on.

Six.

Six. Six.

[chuckles]

[Hanneke] Oh my God. My muscles are so sore.

[Patricia] Don't think about the pain. Think about your ass.

- [Hanneke] Shit. - Karen.

- [woman] Uh, Karen van der Made? - Yeah.

This is Marina Terborg from the NRC.

I'm working on a piece and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.

- I think so. - Oh. I, uh...

[Marina] Would that be possible?

Is it true you were the editor-in-chief at--

Uh, no, thank you. I, uh, don't wish to speak.

[Marina] We usually have both parties.

Sorry, but my answer is no.

- [Marina] Well-- - I...

- [Marina] We'd like to hear your side-- - I have no comment.

And what exactly are they saying you did wrong?

How should I know?

They all want me to be nice.

But as a boss, it's my job to say no all day long.

Of course, I can't do that, so maybe they find it hard to accept.

And so?

And so, sometimes I'm more stern with it.

So, what did you do wrong? Did you curse? Or scream?

No. You? No. Me? Yeah.

I'm sorry. I love you, but sometimes you know you can be really--

Yet, I was in charge of the staff.

Well, why don't you stop pretending and denying it?

Okay, let's say you did upset someone, or you lost your temper.

Or maybe she's just direct.

'Cause Karen has the energy of someone who's grounded.

Oh, stop the woo-woo bullshit, please.

[laughs]

You're being really negative. It's making Karen feel bad about herself.

Hey, she's my best friend. Maybe back off and mind your business.

Look, there's some big story on the front page every morning.

Just try and lay low, and then after a bit--

No, no, no, no. Sorry, we're not men.

With men, it's somehow acceptable to be hostile,

but we're never afforded that same privilege.

Why are you being so negative about men?

I'm not. They just think we should be above that.

Why? Can't you just be yourself, and not so much of a bitch?

[uneasy music playing]

[scoffs]

Yeah. Yeah, okay. That is precisely the point, thank you.

I couldn't have explained it better.

We're all just so afraid of an angry woman.

- Rightly so. - But I'm not an angry woman, Hanneke.

Why are you denying it? It probably goes all the way back to fucking Adam and Eve.

Han... [scoffs]

You know what? I'm over it.

Doubt it.

- Seriously, Hanneke. - [Hanneke] Hm?

It doesn't bother you that she just turns on you like that?

[children chatter quietly]

[Luuk] Dad always liked green the most. Maybe with gold on the side.

[child] Can I use that marker?

[music fades]

[Koos] The tactical and forensic investigation

has established that your husband

started the fire himself.

The fire was started inside the home,

using gasoline to stoke the blaze from several different places.

The voicemails, the benzodiazepine...

Everything indicates that Evert set the fire intentionally.

- [Babette cries] - [Michel exhales]

[Babette cries]

[sighs] So, this is definitive? Hm?

Um, then, is the investigation officially over now?

Yes, as long as no new facts come to light.

Thank you.

[Koos] I'm so sorry.

And, uh, what about the gym?

Did you investigate it too?

The gym? What about it?

I'm struggling to find an answer that personally makes the most sense.

Everyone just assumes it's because of the divorce, but

that's not the man I knew.

- [tense music playing] - [Koos] I know this is complicated.

People can have a hard time processing emotions sometimes, due to past trauma.

When tensions arise, marital or financial--

[Hanneke] That's what I mean.

It could have been work-related.

It might have been something financial.

- That's possible, but-- - No, the gym is doing amazing numbers.

Right.

You didn't find anything else. Isn't that true?

- Yes. - [Simon] Exactly.

But, um, if you have any other questions...

Yeah.

Uh, I'll see you out.

[music fades]

[door opens]

May I have a word with you?

Yep.

Hey.

What's the matter with you?

We said we'd wait until after the cremation.

Hell, no. I'll do as I please.

Jesus, Hanneke. Why can't we just talk about this?

Evert didn't have anything to do with those steroids.

He didn't even know about them.

Oh, you can keep staring at me all you want,

but where do you think those clients of yours

get the cash they're using to furnish their third and fourth homes?

Jesus, they're clients. He was your friend, Simon.

Listen.

It's a muscle relaxer. Yeah?

Nothing compared to what you snort up your nose every weekend.

Ooh.

And the cash?

[scoffs] What cash?

The money for those expensive renovations

and the plans that made Evert so nervous?

[tense music playing]

Did he know you were using the gym to launder money, or did you have him fooled?

- Hm? - [Anne] Mom?

[Hanneke] Yes?

Babette told me to write something on the coffin,

but I don't know what to say.

[Hanneke] You can say that Evert was a very sweet and honest man,

which made him a little too trusting.

[Anne] Uh, what do you mean?

[Hanneke] I'll explain it to you.

- [Anne] Are you sure? - [Hanneke] Come on, sweetheart.

- [Anne] Thanks. - In we go.

[breathes deeply]

[grunts]

[music fades]

[Carola] Was there something going on

between Evert and Hanneke?

Sorry, how do you mean?

We were all very close.

But as friends.

And besides, I, I, I just prefer not to meddle in other people's marriages.

I mean, I've got my hands full with my own.

- Dad just wants to help the boy out. - [Simon laughs]

Stop, Patricia.

That man has never done anything out of the kindness of his heart.

You're being a bit of a conspiracy theorist. You know that?

He wants a pair of eyes spying on the floor.

[Patricia] Oh, right. [scoffs]

I forgot your job is so fascinating. He doesn't want to miss a minute.

Was it your idea?

[uneasy music playing]

What?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

[exhales]

[exhales]

I don't have time for this.

For what?

This.

Your father and you.

All the distrust and the control.

Oh, you want trust now. Is that it?

- [Patricia scoffs] - [sighs]

- What would you know about trust? - I'm out.

Simon!

[Simon] Yeah, I... I'll be back late. Bye.

[sighs]

[Evert] I see the work you put in. I'm really proud of your progress.

- When will you be back? Thursday? - Yeah.

- Okay, rest up. - See you then.

Yes. Take care of yourself.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

[music fades]

[Simon] Okay, here it comes. You ready? Chardonnay Catena.

Where do you think it's from?

Uh, Italy.

Nope. Next.

Argentina.

[Simon] Correct, sir.

Hold on. I still find it weird that someone who drives around in a Dodge Ram

works at a café in the gym. It's weird, isn't it? Am I crazy?

I don't know, Evert. Maybe he saved up.

Saved? You told me he needed the job.

- Who has a Dodge Ram? - Brian.

Oh, sorry, man. Our newest, uh...

- Our newest barista. - [Michel] Hm.

Can one of you drain the salmon brine in the sink?

- [Michel] Yeah. - How much are we paying him?

- Brian. How much are we paying him? - [sighs]

Hm. Not a lot.

- So, how much? - [Simon] It's not that much.

A bit over minimum, I guess.

What, don't you know?

When you own your own business,

you should know what goes in and what goes out.

Just my, uh... My opinion.

[tense music playing]

When most places go bankrupt,

it's because the owners don't know their finances well enough.

Yeah, well, luckily, I know them.

- Yeah, but, I mean... - Don't I, Evert?

Yeah, you know them.

So we leave these babies right here. Then we'll throw them in the smoker.

Yeah.

[Ivo] They lay in this wet rub all night.

Wet rub.

[chuckles] Sounds kinda hot.

[Ivo laughs] Simon, you have a one-track mind.

[Simon] Oh, absolutely.

[Simon laughs]

[Evert grunts]

- Sorry. Sorry, sorry. - [chuckling]

- Here he comes. - And there he goes.

- Whoa, Evert! - Nah, I'm good.

- Okay. - Later!

- Ciao. - Good night.

- Well, mateys, how about one more? - [Ivo sighs]

- In the village? - Yeah.

- I have to close. - [Michel] Let's do it.

Hey, just let Kevin earn his money.

I don't... I can't leave that kid alone, Simon.

- [sighs] Ivo! - [Ivo] See ya.

Yo!

Uh, I'm gonna walk back.

[inhales] I'll walk with you.

- Okay. - Otherwise, the enemy is still awake.

Nice.

[music fades]

[Ivo] This look good?

- It's very tasteful. I think it's lovely. - [Babette] Thank you.

Yeah.

Will you say a few words today at the cremation?

- [Michel] Me? - Yeah.

Uh...

Ivo was his friend longer.

Evert really loved you.

- Uh... Yeah, no. Of course. - Yeah. Um...

Okay, yes. Yeah.

And, uh, what would you like me to say?

Something like, well, how lovely he...

Or... Or not. Maybe not, huh?

Maybe something about what kind of friend he was, so...

- [Ivo] Mm-hmm. - [Michel] Yeah.

[Hanneke] Or about how his company was taken from him.

That story's great.

Hm?

Too truthful?

[scoffs]

Can you stop?

Hanneke, I can't handle any more.

You should go.

Because I knew what was happening the whole time, right?

Am I the only one that really cares?

You have no idea what he could be like.

I know very well. That is the problem.

Honey, you heard what the police said.

[scoffs] You think I lied?

Is that what you think? Because he was my husband.

And Evert couldn't stand it.

He wanted a divorce and you threatened to take away his kids.

How could you possibly know that?

'Cause I found him a lawyer before Babette could!

[somber music playing]

[Babette] Mm.

Bitch.

I think you better go, Hanneke.

- Whoa. - [Michel] Please.

[gasps] Uh...

Sorry. [scoffs]

[door opens]

[tense music playing]

- [Sophie] Does anyone have white? - [girl] Yeah, wait up.

Okay.

Thanks.

Simon.

What the fuck is up with Hanneke? Does she know?

[exhales] I'm beat, man.

Huh?

Hey.

Tomorrow, all right?

Hey. Simon.

[breathes heavily]

Stressful, it seems. All the investigations.

Nah.

[music fades]

Did you ever notice anything about Evert?

Did he seem overwhelmed?

Who called the shots?

Evert?

Or you?

[cell phone rings]

[exhales] Yo, Evert.

Hey. What are you doing?

[sighs] I'm off to the beach house. Wanted to clear my head.

Something wrong?

Nah, nah. Everything's fine.

But do you have the accountant's cell number?

- [Simon] The accountant? - Yeah.

Wait, why do you... Why do you want the accountant's number?

Well, just, Michel got me thinking,

and I just want to know where we stand. Financially.

[Simon sighs] Okay, uh...

Then you go ahead and find new investors, and I'll handle the bodies of curvy women.

Listen, I just wanna know what's happening in my own company.

It's not that weird, right?

- [Simon] I'm not saying it's unreasonable. - Then what's the problem?

Listen, there's no problem, okay?

It's just that, I... [sighs]

Look, I... I spoke to him in private.

So maybe I should get you up to speed first, and... and--

[Evert] Okay. But I do want to speak with him myself.

I'll be around.

No, wait, wait. Simon, wait. For... Uh...

- [Evert sighs] - [disconnect tone]

[sighs]

[exhales]

Boo.

Hello, Dr. Vogel.

[door closes]

[Simon sniffs, exhales]

A new patient.

Miss...

Needs Some.

[chuckles]

Needs Some.

What, uh,

brings you here?

I haven't visited in a while, and, uh...

[Patricia exhales]

Yeah.

I think I need you to examine me.

Okay.

[Patricia exhales]

Does your husband know you came by?

- My husband? - [Simon] Mm-hmm.

He's busy every day without me.

Do you think that could be

the reason I'm so uptight?

Hm?

That, uh,

could be the case, yeah.

Or

it could be because of this... [inhales]

- [moans lightly] - [clears throat]

...tight little ass here.

Yeah?

Dr. Vogel...

[Simon clears throat]

[Patricia moans]

What are you doing?

[Simon moans]

- [both breathe heavily] - [intriguing music playing]

- Don't you worry, Ms. Vo... - Needs Some.

- Needs Some. - Yeah.

- [Patricia chuckles] - This is gonna feel very tender.

[both grunt]

[both breathe heavily]

Where is it? Oh, okay.

[both grunt]

[both moan]

[Simon] Yeah. Come on.

[both moan]

Oh, Dr. Vogel.

[both moan]

Let's make another baby.

[music stops]

What the fuck?

Oh, Jesus. Get off.

[Simon groans]

What the fuck?

Always an ulterior motive with you.

- [Simon exhales] - Sorry?

[breathing heavily]

I'm trying here because you've been cranky all week.

Wait, wait. Hold on.

Is this about the job for Brian?

- [scoffs] - Did your dad send you to talk about it?

Seriously? What the fuck? You think my father sent me here to meddle?

What did he say? Give him a good fuck and he'll comply?

Sure, sure, whatever. Sad little prick.

I'll find another doctor!

God.

[Samantha] Three, two, one.

[jaunty music playing]

[cell phone buzzes]

- [Sophie] Yeah, this is good. - [Samantha] I told you. I love this one.

FUCKING JOURNALIST

[somber music playing]

Three, two, one.

- [Sophie] Okay, no. - [Samantha] No, from three.

[cell phone chimes]

[Sophie] Yes, that's better.

[Samantha] I like it.

I CAN'T REACH YOU I'LL EMAIL YOU THE ARTICLE

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF CAUSES FEAR AND HELLISH WORK ENVIRONMENT

[breathes shakily]

CULTURE OF FEAR

PSYCHOLOGICAL PRESSURE

A TYRANT

- [Sophie] Yes! - [Samantha] We got it. Okay, wait.

- One more. - [Sophie giggles]

- [Samantha] Three, two, one... - [Sophie] Three, two...

[Samantha] Remember, right foot first.

Mom, what is it?

Nothing.

Hey, my girl.

Don't act sad. It makes me worry.

[exhales] It's all fine.

I'll be okay.

I'm, uh, taking a walk. Yeah?

[uneasy music plays]

[breathing heavily]

[moans]

[moans]

[Karen grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[music fades]

[tense music playing]

Yo!

Yo!

Are you okay?

[somber music playing]

Oh, fuck.

Sorry.

[chuckles wryly]

Shit.

[Simon] So, what's...

[music fades]

What's the worst that could happen?

[Karen] Let's see.

- I could lose everything. - [Simon] Hm.

My work.

My reputation. Uh...

Our house.

We have a very costly house, you know.

- [Simon] Mm. - [Karen chuckles]

And Sophie, she'll, uh,

hate me.

She's not gonna hate you.

Here.

[Simon clears throat]

So, you gonna tell me what to do?

No.

Do you wanna know what they wrote about me?

No.

But you can tell me about it if you want.

What do you think?

About what?

Me.

[chuckles]

Well, I, uh,

think you're an incredibly sexy lady.

- [chuckles] - [uneasy music playing]

- [laughs] - [Simon chuckles] Yeah.

[chuckles] You haven't noticed?

- [Karen chuckles] - [chuckles]

And then, what about, um...

What about Michel?

Uh, yeah, he

doesn't do well with stress.

DEAR EVERT. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE GONE.

[music fades]

[Karen] Babette?

[knocking on door]

Babette?

- [Babette] Is she gone? - [gasps]

Yeah.

I knew there was something between them.

Hanneke and Evert.

- Had Evert told-- - [Babette] I never wanted to ask.

I didn't want the kids, everyone, all of you...

'Cause you would've blamed me.

[exhales]

Would you speak to her, please?

I mean,

you know what she's like, but it comes from a good place.

[somber music playing]

Will you be able to sleep?

Just a little?

May I have some warm milk?

Yeah.

And maybe some for the kids too?

Yeah.

[door closes]

Do you mind looking over Evert's thing? I want it to be really good, you know.

Yeah.

[stove beeps]

Jesus. Goddamn burner.

[Karen sighs]

[stove beeps]

[Karen sighs]

I miss the microwave.

[chuckles] I do too.

[Karen chuckles]

[music fades]

Just a little stretch.

- [Michel] Mm. - [Carola] My back.

Lower back acts up sometimes, but I can't always sit.

[tense music playing]

- [Koos] No sugar, right? - No, thank you.

- [Koos] Coffee? - [Carola] No.

Sorry. I just spilled.

[haunting music playing]

- [Michel] Thank you. - Good.

Michel van der Made.

You already know Koos.

Nervous?

[Michel] No.

If you tell us what we want to know, we'll get you on your way.

Okay.

DEAR EVERT THE TRUTH WILL COME OUT

- [exhales] - [music fades]

BASED ON THE NOVEL 'THE DINNER CLUB' BY SASKIA NOORT

[haunting song playing]

[music fades]