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♪ Hold me ♪

♪ Kiss me ♪

♪ Love me ♪

♪ Just like you used to do ♪

♪ In the spring ♪

♪ Show me ♪

♪ Dearly ♪

♪ Tell me... ♪

Hey!

-No? -Yeah.

♪ Just like the bells, dear ♪

♪ Hear them ring... ♪

♪ Hold me ♪

They were the perfect couple.

I mean, Babette is sort of an angel.

Evert is handsome and tough.

But also very sweet.

-He loved Babette so much. -Bed time. Come!

And on top of that, he was a really great dad.

Come on! Time for bed.

Okay, Dad.

Yeah. It was quite an attractive combination.

What do we know of the little bear?

They couldn't keep their hands off each other.

We were all a little jealous, I suppose.

And yet,

I know...

That it felt just

a little too much somehow.

Put on. That kind of passion.

Still,

when you see people that in love,

it makes you wonder.

Makes you think about your own relationship.

Dude, yes!

Brings up some feelings.

And fuels... doubts.

What sort of doubts?

THE PERFECT LIE

Hey. Hey, hun.

-Agh. Ow, ow, ow! My back, my back. -Your back?

Yeah, no.

Yeah, wait, wait. We can just... Maybe not on top like this?

"Maybe not on top"?

Jesus, Iv.

What?

What's wrong?

What do you think?

Can't we just... Why can't we ever...

I mean, Evert and Babette are constantly pawing at each other.

-Jesus. -You know...

Which is why they should do that at home, honestly.

But they've been together even longer than us.

And we're not Evert and Babette.

No.

I'm well aware of that.

Han.

-Hey. -No, no, no, no, no, no.

-Hey, skipper. -Hey.

Have you got a full day?

Uh, yeah, I'm going fishing today with a couple of very spoiled millennials.

Ah.

Whoever doesn't fall overboard will come back to the shop and eat what we catch.

Hey, Iv. I wanted to talk about it one more time.

About us.

Han.

Stop overthinking.

-I'm overthinking? -Yeah.

It worries me.

Can't we... Can't we try to find the good in our relationship?

We have a great life, don't we?

Look around. It's all ours.

Sure, but I'm not happy with this stuff. Shouldn't I be happy too?

Can we at least talk about it so we can both be happy?

Hey, come on.

-No. -Don't walk away, please!

-I'm not doing this. -Are you seriously leaving?

You do this every time. You're acting like a child!

Honk more, you prick!

Get out of the way. I'm warning you.

What? Or else?

Are you gonna run me over? Huh?

Yeah, run me over rather than have a conversation.

Go ahead, then. I'm waiting.

Come on! Come on, big man!

Go!

What the hell do you want from me?

To know why you don't want to have sex with me.

I'm not attracted to you!

She's in shock.

She doesn't remember anything from that night.

What did she say?

Seems like the classic story. Evert couldn't face rejection.

But what rejection?

Babette wanted a divorce.

Wanted a divorce?

She never shared that with any of you?

Apparently, a few days ago, she told Evert it's over, and...

I had hoped you knew more.

We'll... We'll have to wait for the investigation.

Did he ever tell you that she wanted a divorce?

Okay. I just spoke with the doctor, and, uh, she'll be going home this afternoon.

Is there anyone who can take her home today?

Poor Babette.

I still can't believe it.

And I can't help but think,

if I hadn't been so preoccupied with myself...

Hey.

It's not your fault.

We... We've all made mistakes with this.

Come here.

We're gonna be okay.

Me neither.

I love Michel.

But?

No buts.

There was... stress.

An expensive renovation.

I hardly worked. I had no job.

We were barely making it.

How so?

Money.

Money? It's the worst reason to choose something, sweetheart.

It's the only motivation, yeah?

You can't do anything without money. As if you're doing what you love?

If anyone does what she loves, it's your mother.

-So there. -Because she has a rich husband. Ivo.

Money, money!

Hey, Wolf, if you could be serious for one minute,

is wealth really your sole ambition in life?

Yep.

And how are you going to amass this wealth? Hm?

-Just manifest it. -Ah.

You just focus on what you want, and it will happen. Easy.

-It's that simple? -Yeah.

Hm. While I bust my ass.

Well...

-In a manner of speaking. -Oh.

This is exactly what they want.

A little guy who busts his ass for nothing.

-Little guy? -You know how he always complains.

Don't fall for his trap, Miche.

Before you know it, your money will be lost in a crypto scheme.

No need to worry, Ivo. I only deal with people who understand.

All right, you two.

Yep. This was lovely. I, uh, gotta get to work.

Oh, Wolf, you're leaving?

-I just ordered you a burger. -See ya.

Wolf!

-Are you leaving, Wolf? -Well, he's usually more sociable.

Maybe if you'd stopped hassling him all the time in public,

he'd be more sociable.

-Sorry? -He's proud of his business.

-You can't see that. -What business?

Sorry, love, but that one is either on his phone or off at the gym. That's it.

Yeah? So are you.

-It's a vulnerable age, you know. -For who? You mean Ivo, or...

I mean both. They're both sweet guys.

Yeah, thanks.

Well...

Agh!

-Oh, easy, boys, don't run inside. -Honey!

-Huh? -The kids can sit with Darija.

Oh yeah? Ah, must've missed her.

Darija!

You good here?

He's sitting there. He's looking. He always used to...

Oh, it's true.

-Oh, hey. -He always does that.

-Yeah. -Oh, guys, the water was great.

-It was warm, you know? -What are you doing?

Oh, sorry!

-Yeah. -Am I making you wet?

Oh, no, you really just said that, didn't you?

-Wow, did I hear that right? -Oh, Simon!

-You really just said that. -Oh!

You said "wet"?

-You know what you did. -What do you mean?

Boys, boys, boys.

Jesus.

Yap, yap, yap, yap.

You like it?

It was delicious.

And it was so strange.

The Bourgogne was scorching hot.

You have to watch out for that.

-It's taking up all that space. -I didn't save you any.

Oh, Jesus.

-Nice. -Mm.

Uh, Ivo? What is this?

Chablis Les Clos Grand Cru 2019. Classic, yet surprising.

Ah, classic yet surprising.

-Everyone loves a classic. -Sounds like my type.

-Right, Hanneke? -Hm?

You're my type of woman.

Nice. Thank you. I could use that today.

Uh, Jos? Sorry, could we have another bottle of this, please?

Hey, and another glass, for me.

Sure. Oh, and, uh, throw in another bottle for those girls there too.

-They deserve it. -Thank you, Simon.

And some extra sashimi for the kids. Tuna, no ginger.

And here's the bad news.

Michel, you'll send me a payment request?

-Uh... -You'll send it?

-Uh, yeah. -You will, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, all good.

-Uh... -Ciao, Jos.

Ciao.

Uh, just make it, mm, 2,900.

-Thank you very much. -Oh, sure.

Hey, guys, I'll just swing by the shop and grab some roast beef.

I was thinking a prime cut rib from this specialty butcher. You want anything else?

-No. -No. No.

Okay.

Sophie asked if she could ride with Darija back. Good?

Yeah. Super fun. That sounds great.

-See you later. -See you.

-Bye. -You'll send that request, right?

-Sashimi for the kids? -Yeah, but...

Michel! You're with me.

-Come, come, come. -Yeah, sounds good. I'll be there.

-Come on. -Yeah.

Woo-hoo!

-You scared, man? -Never.

♪ My heart goes up ♪

♪ My heart goes down ♪

♪ We fall in love ♪

♪ And we fall back out, I'll give ♪

♪ You tell me to stop But I keep on going ♪

♪ Tell me to stop but I keep on going Tell me to stop but I keep on going ♪

♪ Keep on, keep on, keep on ♪

♪ You'll never stop this flame I will never let you go ♪

♪ Well, who am I to say? ♪

♪ Maybe by now you should know... ♪

Bastard!

♪ You've got your somebody calling You think you're somebody, don't you? ♪

♪ I think you're scared Of keeping somebody close ♪

Oh fuck. Oh shit!

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Jesus, that was close.

-Try not to wreck the deck. -Yeah.

-Mm. Thanks. -Yeah.

-You man the grill next time. -All right.

-Don't worry, I'm fine. -You are?

Careful, careful.

-This is the Montepulciano? -Yeah.

-Delicious. -How often do you think they're doing it?

-Babette and Evert? -Mm.

Hm. Every night.

-Mm. -Mm-hmm.

-Jesus. -Yeah. Every night.

-I can't even imagine. -Come on. Once a week is enough.

Please. Guys, I would be happy with once a season.

Han, please just talk to him.

Honey, we don't talk. We pretend.

Well, then put molly in his yogurt.

-Molly? -What?

Yeah. Works for me. Just a bit.

It's a fantastic plan. It's perfect for a gym.

The only problem is,

it's... it's rotten.

All the wood. Yeah.

I hope the Reno will be over soon so we can move on.

I already have a fourth location in mind.

Oh, so, then you want an empire?

Of course.

Evert's the one who needs a kick in the ass, to be honest.

-Oh? -Hm.

He's a sweet man. Just not an entrepreneur.

-But we're talking loads of cash, right? -Mm.

-You finance that yourself? -Oh, of course.

Look.

Hey, you could help us out, right, Miche?

-You know about finance, right? -Yeah.

Hey, uh, Bab. I also know a thing or two about finance.

-Yeah, but Michel majored in it, hun. -Hard to mix business with friendship.

Yeah, sure. But if you can't trust your friends, who can you trust? Hm?

"Oh, my back..."

I couldn't believe it.

No gossiping in my house.

-Hanneke's in a drought. -Yeah.

-Yeah. -So long.

-Oh no. -Oh.

Well, scoot over.

So I have a genius idea It involves MDMA.

-I'm listening. -Okay, okay, pardon. It's a genius idea.

But this one doesn't want to drug her husband.

-Come on. No way. -Borrow Evert for the night.

Okay.

What? He's very good in bed.

Oh, yeah. Oh, I don't have a doubt about that.

You want to get rid of him, now? Huh?

Oh, not a chance.

Evert and I were lovers in past lifetimes.

I'll be happy if I can keep up with Simon for one.

I mean it, Han. Seriously, you deserve a sexually fulfilling life.

Yeah, I know.

-He wouldn't mind, you know. -You sure?

-No. -I don't need to be somebody's pity fuck.

Oh, sorry, that's not what I meant.

I think you're a beautiful, sensual woman.

And with a big, beautiful heart.

Okay, well, if you're ever interested, I'll go sleep in Luuk's bed.

What?

-Seriously? -Yeah.

You sleep with your son to avoid your husband?

-Can't you say you're not in the mood? -Yeah.

I'd feel bad for Ev. Rejecting him.

-Good for his karma. -It'll harden him.

Yes, that's the problem.

So, she offered her husband? That's interesting.

And no one thought that was strange?

Uh, yeah. No.

Babette and Evert... were free.

But it wasn't all so serious. We...

It was... We had everything.

The kids were friends. We had fun.

We had parties. We drank.

Drugs?

Sometimes, yeah.

Just for fun. I mean, yeah.

-You know how it goes. -No.

-Oh my God, guys. -Yeah, man. Nasty!

Can you not?

-Can we turn on something else? -Aw.

-Beau. Come on, son. Give it here. -No. Mama, no!

We agreed, didn't we?

No, I'm picking the song I want. I want it!

-Hey! -Oh no!

-What happened? -Where's the music? Come on!

-Sweetheart, come on. -I don't like this song. Come on.

-Can't you let us hear it just once? -Please!

Come on. Music. Music.

Music. Music. Music. Music. Music.

"As the boy flew toward the Earth's orbit at the speed of light,

he recognized his own vast land."

"Their forest."

"And he could barely see through..."

You stink.

What? What's this?

-No. Quiet. I'm not smelly! -You are!

"He could barely see through painted skies, and..."

Ow! What are you up to?

-Here. Smell my armpit. -No!

Oh yeah. "And that piece there is our tree."

No, guys. Time for bed.

Oh.

Hey. Uh-uh.

Uh-oh. She's in trouble.

Hanneke!

-Love this for you. Love this for you. -Yeah. No. I think I'll go with truth.

Oh, truth or dare?

-Yes. -I'm not playing!

-What do you mean? -No, no, no. I know how this goes.

It starts off nice, but by the end of the night, everyone's fighting.

"I won't play."

-Michel said that you won't play either. -Oh, really, now?

Oh yeah!

It's on!

-I'm going home. -No, Michel.

-Bye. -Michel, play. Don't go.

-Miche! -Come on, Michel.

Okay, Hanneke.

-Ah. -Truth.

-Yeah. -All right.

I have a fun question.

-Oh, no. Then I choose dare. -Yeah, okay.

-I've got a dare! I've got one. -Yeah, yeah. Okay, dare.

Oh, you're fucked.

Use your most sensual...

Oh gosh.

Foreplay technique on...

On me. On me, on me, on me.

Not you. Mmm.

Oh God.

-Evert! -What?

Oh!

Aw.

Wait, what do you mean? Friendly?

-No. Tongue. -Really?

-Yeah, you have to kiss. -Oh...

Babette, you don't mind, right? You said so yourself.

-No, go ahead. -You'll be okay?

-Yes. -Yeah?

He's looking forward to it. I see him!

Look at him!

-Oh, man. -He wants it!

I'm just playing a game, all right?

-Han? You in? -Into the arena.

-Here we go. -Karen.

-Oh, this is craziness. -Yeah. Okay. Okay.

Mm. Mm.

Aw. No.

-No. -Boo.

-That isn't how you kiss. -That wasn't real.

Come on, flag on the play. Tongue. She said it.

Dude, relax. Horny bear.

-You assholes. -You horny devil. Fine. Okay.

-You're serious? -Yeah. Okay, okay.

Mm.

-Oh my God. Whoo! -Oh my God.

Satisfied? With tongue.

Oh!

-Wow. Who's next? -Okay, uh, Karen, your turn.

Okay. Um, now, I will go truth.

Boring.

-Come on. -Truth. Hmm...

Okay, yeah, maybe, which of these gorgeous men...

Would you share a croissant with the next morning?

Oh, well, I don't eat breakfast.

-No. -Oh, come on.

-Sexy time. -You call it having intercourse.

She's playing dumb. And if we're honest, I know you. Mm-mm?

-So, one guy? Yes? -Just one.

Yo, it's me. It's clearly me.

Now, uh, yeah, if I, um...

You wish it was you.

must choose...

And you must, yeah.

Then, uh, Simon.

-Oh, fuck! -Oh!

-Nice job, Simon. -Ha!

Hey, no, I'm standing right here! You could've picked your husband.

-I couldn't pick you! -Of course you could have.

You're not allowed to choose your partner, right?

-You can! -Of course you can.

No. Hey, but you didn't play.

Aw.

Poor Michel.

Yeah, seriously. A bunch of men in there sweating it out. It's perfect.

Yeah. You sleepy?

-Yeah. -Oh.

Could we go home? I'm wrecked.

-What, now? -Yeah.

Uh... Okay, uh...

You can drive yourself home, right?

Why not?

Yeah.

♪ Oh, baby... ♪

So,

you wanna sleep with me, huh?

-Well? -No.

It's hypothetical, yeah? In theory.

Yeah, thank you. I was aware of that.

But, uh... I didn't think I was your type.

So, what would you imagine my type is?

I don't know. Serious.

-A little more well-behaved. -Mm.

Maybe a little bit nerdy.

Intellectual, you mean? A smart guy?

Hoo!

See, that. That. That's what I like about you.

What?

You have this grace that's so refined.

How I feel when I'm with you, it's...

It's really weird.

I feel like a used car dealer.

Ah.

That's my charm. Yeah.

-I don't feel that often. -Oh.

Hm.

Is that a good thing, or not?

God, what a night, huh? I'm so thirsty.

-Here you go. -Yes!

Mm. Ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Patricia okay?

She's feeling no pain.

-See? -Yeah!

Help is on the way. One more for the lady.

What is this song?

Shh! Quiet. I love this song.

♪ Get up, get up, get up, get up Let's make love tonight ♪

Thank you, sir.

♪ I'll be your beast, I'll be your dog... ♪

♪ Keep me howling, baby, and I'll keep... ♪

-Hey. -Hi.

-Are you okay? -Mm-hmm.

♪ Lay me down... ♪

A little drunk.

Yeah, me too.

I think Babette just showed her tits to Michel.

Hm?

Yeah.

I was in the bathroom, then, uh...

My God, wouldn't think there'd be anything left.

Ten years of breastfeeding and she's still flashing?

You were such a dick. And in front of everyone!

-It was just a game. -Bullshit.

-Yeah. -So, you didn't even enjoy it?

She encouraged me.

-Hey. -I didn't even want to.

Is this about me?

Because it was just a game, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Sorry.

-You're totally right. -Hey.

-No, sorry, love. Sorry. -Don't worry. Hey, it's okay.

I just know that Hanneke isn't happy with Ivo,

so when I saw you two together like that, it just suddenly felt so...

-Never mind. -Honey, listen. You know I love you.

So much.

I love you too. I can't live without you. You know that, right?

Baby, I can't live without you, either.

It makes me so jealous sometimes.

Is that why you showed your tits to Michel?

What?

What did you say?

Why would she do that?

Yeah. Why would I show my breasts to your husband?

I, uh...

Yeah.

Why would you?

Mm, seems like you two could use some water, yeah? Hm?

Mmm. Meow.

We're taking Babette back with us today.

But I wanted you to... This is for the funeral program.

Nice picture, right?

Hey.

Is it true?

That he set the fire himself?

Uh... They think so, yeah.

Fucking prick!

I can't make myself believe it either, love.

But this afternoon, um,

we're meeting with Babette and the boys all together.

That includes you.

Simon as well?

Yeah, of course. So?

So, will you come with us?

You should go.

Yeah.

Everyone grieves in their own way,

but I think Hanneke must have felt alone

in her grief over Evert.

Why was Hanneke so suspicious?

Did she know anything about Evert and Babette's marriage?

Anything the others didn't know?

Yeah, there were

some questions, of course.

Where did Hanneke's obsession come from, do you think?

Uh, she had problems in her own marriage.

Yeah, I think she was worried about it, so...

You okay?

Stop. Stop.

-Babette? -Stop now. Please.

What's wrong?

Stop! Stop the car!

-Stop, stop, stop. Hey, calm down. -No, stop the car!

-Babette, hey. -Babette?

Oh, Jesus! Fucking hell.

Careful.

Babette?

Okay.

No!

-Go away! -Sorry!

Sorry.

I can't do this.

Hey, sweetie. Breathe, just breathe, okay?

You get back! Stay away!

-Hey. -No!

-Calm down. Calm down. -No, no, no.

Hey. Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shhh, it's me. Shh.

Where's Luuk? Where is Luuk?

Luuk is safe.

Luuk is safe. Beau is safe.

They're both safe. They're with Simon and Patricia.

Shh.

Deep breaths.

There's no home for me to go back to.

Please, can my family stay with you?

Shh. Of course you can.

It'll be okay. Shh.

No, it won't.

Deep breaths.

-Shh. -Can we stay with you?

Sweetie, it's okay.

It's okay.

Here.

Hey.

Put this on.

Tea?

Yeah. Thanks.

Calm down. It's only for a little while.

-You get that, right? -What?

-It's not like I could say no. -The boys?

They'll bring them here.

Why not stay with Simon and Patricia? They have a guesthouse.

Maybe she didn't want to.

-What do you mean, "want to"? -She just said absolutely not.

They're moving in here?

A few weeks.

Just until they can move on. Find another solution.

Is that okay with you?

Great.

-Hey, Mom. -Hi, sweetheart.

They're upstairs watching TV.

-Yep. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -Hey.

Wolf's not with you?

Wasn't at the house.

-I called him, but he didn't pick up. -Mm.

Could be at the gym?

Hey, hello, this is Wolf.

I never check my voice mails, so don't leave me a message.

So he put them to bed, and then

just...

He read to them.

Brother Bears Fly to the Moon.

-"Sleep tight, brothers." -Oh.

That's the last thing I remember. Sorry.

It feels so...

I mean, didn't he say something?

A reason why he'd...

Maybe in the voicemail the police were talking about?

Do you wanna hear it?

-No. -No, no, no. You don't have to.

-Well, I would. -I don't know if that's...

If you think you can take my kids away from me,

you're even sicker, sicker than I thought.

Do you think I'd leave them with a sick, twisted psycho like you?

I swear to you. You will never get the kids.

I will destroy you, Babette. I will completely destroy you.

Jesus.

What was going on? Why was he so angry?

Han, it's not the time.

So, please, tell me when's the right time?

Because you... you told the police you wanted a divorce, yeah?

-Yeah. -We had no idea.

You never told us.

-Okay. -I mean, what's happening?

-Han. -Han, shut up.

-Sorry, but I have to know the facts. -We all do, but not like this.

It's okay, Ivo. She's right. She's right.

-Evert would never do something like this. -No.

Like...

He wasn't himself then.

That man.

He was sick.

Sick?

Excuse me?

But sick?

Nobody knows what happened.

I don't get it. You guys knew him too. Why aren't you saying anything?

Ivo?

You were his fucking best friend.

-Come on, say something! -Han, Han, stop it. Stop it now.

So you won't take my fucking side. Typical.

There are no fucking sides. It's not about you.

I figured that out myself!

-Hey. -Hm?

-Hey. -Hey.

Hey, sweetheart.

Mom?

-Been at the gym? -I'm going upstairs.

Uh... Yeah.

There's some food in the fridge if you haven't eaten yet.

Yeah.

He can starve for all I care.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Is, uh... Is Ivo here?

Ivo's fishing.

Fighting? Hm?

Can I ask...

Do you think I'm attractive?

-Yeah. -Yeah?

Yes.

Hey, know what you should do? Make a cup of mint tea.

-Yeah. -Tomorrow everything will be different.

-Okay? -Yeah.

-Okay. -Ev?

No, no, no.

-No, no, no. -Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, it's okay.

Sorry.

Get some rest, yeah?

Hey, hello, this is Wolf.

I never check my voice mails, so don't leave me a message.

Okay.

Evert sets his house on fire

with them inside 'cause his wife was threatening to leave him?

You know that's bullshit, right?

-Han... -Quit with the platitudes.

-They weren't in a good place. -No, just... I know that.

Look, leaving your spouse is hard, but...

Leaving? Babe, that call, he was out of his mind.

Yeah, but it wasn't because she wanted a divorce.

I don't buy it.

Babette is going through a fucking nightmare,

and now you're questioning her.

You can't do that.

Okay. Yeah.

Where are you going?

To the gym. To look for Wolf.

Okay.

Hey!

Such an asshole.

Start with those big boxes.

So much shit.

What?

-What the fuck are you doing here? -Hey.

Hey, hello, this is Wolf.

I never check my voice mails, so don't leave me a message.

Yo, Wolf, uh, you smoking up or what? I, uh...

Did it work? Call me back, dude.

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