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CLEAN HANDS

Damn...

You okay, Mom?

Yeah, I was just...

Dammit.

Eddie Kronenburg. Now everything's all wet.

What are you gonna do about it? - What was the deal?

Oh no. - Hypocrite! You weren't going to get me wet.

Come on then. - I'm not swimming.

I'm not swimming. - You don't need to.

I won't go in the sea.

I don't want to get wet. - No, you'll have to get your hair done again.

You've been eating herring?

Fried fish. Why?

All right already.

Just go.

Come and swim, Mom. - In a minute. Go.

Feels chilly.

No barbecue again, I suppose?

We'll see.

Locked in the bathroom? Shaving your legs?

I'm here now, baby. - I'm not your baby, honey.

Focus on the grill.

I got a text, Dad. - What do I care? Put your phone away.

More lemonade, Charlie? - Focus on the grill, not the girls.

Watch his hands. He's only got two.

I don't care for burnt fingers.

Is that hamburger ready yet? - Almost

Ignore your uncle. He's just here because he has nowhere else to go.

They're here, Daphne. Get the door.

I got it for 8000 off that dick from the deli.

Watch your mouth - Sorry, Syl.

Sweetie, where were you? We're ready to eat.

Sorry. - You're late.

Gijs isn't here. - He isn't?

I can't reach him. He doesn't pick up. I called and texted him.

Nothing at all? - No.

Have a drink, he'll come. - I want to know where he is.

Doesn't Eddie know anything? - Eddie.

Any idea where Gijs is?

Hey, gorgeous. You have a drink?

I don't want a drink. I want my husband. - We'll look for him.

Look for him? - You spoke to him?

I haven't. We'll find him.

Look where? - He can't be far. We'll find him.

Eddie, you call him. - Charlie will help.

Nah. - Listen, honey. No one touches him.

Go on. - Come on, babe. To the Lexington.

You came by car? - No, moped, okay!

Call when you find him.

I don't know, Syl.

He might just be with his whore. - What? Gijs?

Dammit.

Police. We spent all day on the beach yesterday. We're in this together.

Who's there? - Your mother, Kronenburg!

You need a shave, mom. - Amsterdam CID.

Quit stalling and open the door, or I will.

Mom...

Mom, what's up?

Bad mood, Brandsma? - New pied a terre, Kronenburg?

Just a rental, kind of like yours?

No idea. I'll have to look inside first. - Here.

Let me study this.

Mom.

It looks fake. - Seriously Kronenburg?

Mom.

Can you hear me? - I'm coming, honey. One second.

Mom, Mom!

Stay upstairs with your brother. No worries.

You know what? Come inside. Better than chasing bad guys in this heat.

Living room, upstairs... You the kitchen. - Keep the woman and children in the hall.

Come with me.

What's going on? - Nothing.

It's a mistake. - But not mine.

And that's mine. Hand over.

Look. Hairdressers' reunion tonight?

Right up my street.

I'm glad my tax money is put to good use. - I didn't know you even paid taxes.

Is there anything you do know?

It's a late Rembrandt.

We want to see your car. Keys please?

Hands off. You can touch anything except me.

They're looking for Al-Qaeda garden gnomes. Could explode any minute.

Move on.

Slept in on both sides.

That's hot. - But we did find blood.

That's mine. That time of the month.

Poke your nose into that.

Where were you yesterday?

On the beach. - And your husband?

With us. - All day?

Until our barbecue.

And until then you were all on the beach?

The children will confirm that?

If you were allowed to interrogate them... - Do you know Gijs Teerlink?

When did you last see him?

No idea. Ask my husband.

Or Mr. Teerlink himself.

Mr. Teerlink can't say much anymore.

How come? - Run over by a van.

Terrible, isn't it?

We filed it as 'a suspicious accident'.

Is there someone to look after the kids, 'cos if you're lying, you'll go to jail.

I'll ask you one more time.

Where was he yesterday?

On the beach.

Then here.

Together.

Brandsma...

And William the Silent?

You have permission to interrogate her? - Interrogate her?

We're just chatting. Is there any coffee?

You look like you drink tea.

Used to. - I can tell.

Tea?

You know the way. - Thanks.

That was fun. - It was?

Not your thing? - The wife's our way in.

Pervert.

Sirens on. Let the neighbors know who lives here.

Hey, police guys! You forgot something.

They're crazy.

Off to school.

Dad? - Hey buddy

I'm starving. Can you get me something?

Get dressed.

What's with Gijs?

They said an accident.

Under suspicious circumstances. - That doesn't mean anything.

They asked when I last saw him. - They're just fucking with us.

I found blood in the toilet, Eddie. I had to unclog it.

I lied to the cops for you.

It was my blood. Here.

I wiped it with toilet paper before the barbecue.

How did you get that? - On that fucking door in the warehouse.

Maybe the guys know what happened to Gijs.

Baby, Gijs was my friend.

It's hard for me too. But it is what it is.

We had a deal. We'd grow big by staying small.

The deal was: I keep my business out of our home and you stay out of it.

But you didn't do that, did you?

It's a disgusting business. - But when you go to Luis Vuiton, it isn't.

When things go wrong, it's suddenly disgusting.

Take a look in your closet. Where do you think it all comes from? Salvation army?

I don't want to end up like Ineke, without a husband.

That won't happen.

I've got everything under control.

I can tell.

I don't ever want the kids going through this again. Understand?

Are we ever going to open our beach bar?

That's a bit delicate right now. - It's been 'delicate' for two years now.

I have to go. Make money.

Go play beach bar in your $80.000 kitchen.

Yuri, Daphne... come on.

Well...

Say you went to the dentist.

Sweetheart...

The invitations for your party.

Did you hear me, Yuri?

No cavities. - Very good.

Guys. All had visitors today? - Yep.

And William the Silent? - They don't want a visit from Disselhoek.

Why did you get red ones? - They were out of pink.

What did Disselhoek say? - They're just trying to scare us.

Our mole says they have nothing. - Losers.

Can we have a moment for Gijs? Come on.

Mitchell!

Mitchell!

Darling , how are you holding up?

Why is he running off?

What happened?

Eddie said an accident.

I have to...

I have to go to Gijs.

I have to...

I have to bring him clean clothes.

Baby!

What have they done to you?

Sorry I'm late.

Mrs. Kronenburg? - Yes.

Can I have a word? - Certainly.

Is everything alright at home? - Yes. Why?

Daphne was involved in a fight today.

The other parents filed a complaint.

It can't just be her fault. Can it?

She tore the other kids' clothes. - They deserved it.

Zip it. - You know what they said to me?

There are rules all students have to follow.

If not we'll have to suspend her. - Fine.

Yes.

Thanks!

What did I tell you?

Clothes!

The Intensive Car Care garage decided they wanted to work with us after all.

I told you to be more convincing. - Can you drop me at Social Services.

They're bothering me about my benefits. - Sure.

Disselhoek - Lawyers

Yes? - It's Eddie.

Kronenburg! - June.

How much? - 16...

Is William the Silent in? - No.

Give him my best.

It's hot again. A heat wave.

People sometimes wonder how to define a national heat wave.

That is when for five days at least...

Make yourself useful.

Daphne.

Yuri.

Wash your hands, pee and come to dinner.

Yuri.

Do I really have to come upstairs to get you to...

Jesus.

Yuri.

Sweetheart...

Sweetie.

Please put that down.

Give it to me.

You can never ever touch this again.

Understand?

Oh, baby.

Do you have any idea what could happen?

I didn't shoot it. - That's beside the point.

Where did you find it?

In Dad's shed?

Come on, kids.

Hello Grandma. - Hello sweetie.

Hello Granny. - Hi sweetheart.

What are you doing here?

Not now.

This is my final offer.

I can't do it for less.

ASSHOLE

Sylvia? Sylvia?

Ineke, is Sylvia with you?

What kind of reunion?

My hairdressing school. - Why aren't you a hairdresser then?

I was going to start a business with Chantal.

So... look...

Her.

She was my buddy.

But then I met your father.

When are we going home?

We only just got here.

Worried about what your friends might think? - What friends?

Ballet. School. It can't be all that bad.

And what about my party?

Your party will go ahead as planned.

Will dad go to jail?

Of course not, baby. Don't be silly.

Sleep tight.

Don't you worry.

He's already rung twice.

Ignore it.

What did you fight about?

Things...

His work... - Oh, his work.

So now your complaining about a husband who works hard.

Mom...

And are you thinking of the kids? - All the time.

Eddie has to realize this is serious. - Don't be so stubborn.

At least you can talk to Eddie. - You don't know him the way I do.

He's a good guy and a good father.

And he always looks impeccable.

Sure, because he pays your rent. - You watch your mouth!

Everyone has their faults. So do you. - Nice.

Call me if there's anything.

You look gorgeous, honey.

Is Eddie still in shipping? - Nets, cables, ropes.

Things like that. Steady.

And you?

Fine.

Just moved. It's lovely.

The kids are doing well. Daphne is rebellious, but adorable.

And Yuri is... - I was asking about you.

You looked a bit stressed out when you came in.

Yes, well...

a friend of ours has died.

He was ill.

Cancer.

High temperatures in the south. Up to 30 around the Mediterranean.

But not in Greece and Turkey.

So it's important to get enough to drink.

What did you do this time? - Nothing. Tomorrow she'll have forgotten.

That's what you always say.

Is this about Gijs?

This is Teun Maaswinkel, I'm not able...

Did you get the time right? - I always do.

Especially when people are coming to pay me.

This dick is fucking with me.

Should I pay him a visit?

No. I'll do it myself.

He has to realize who he's dealing with.

I'll stuff his planner up his ass. We'll see if he's late next time.

Hey Mom. - Hi Eddie, you have a moment?

Goddammit.

What's all this? - Mom.

Things can't go on like this.

The kids need a normal life.

Sorry, baby.

If someone apologizes, the least you can do is listen.

Guess what your son had his hands on yesterday?

His dick?

You think this is funny?

A gun.

Fuck. - You can say that again.

And where did he get that piece? Mister 'everything's under control'?

You thought: I'll just leave it at home? - I'll set him straight.

But he isn't the problem. You are.

I just forgot.

Okay? Because of the fucking cops.

Are you done with it now?

Open it.

Syl, open it.

My name is Sylvia.

What's all this? I always call you Syl.

Come on, open it.

It's on the market. BEACH PAVILION

When I retire, we somehow have to pay our bills.

Really?

My own beach club?

Are you really done with it?

I'm arranging things to prepare it.

I have to be careful. Especially now with that Gijs hassle.

Investments have been made. - I don't care about the money.

Or the stuff.

It's not like quitting a rock band.

I can't just dump people.

I have deals with Charlie, Daan and William the Silent.

It'll be alright.

I promise.

Is that a little mouse?

Did you bring a lot of bags?

Hey...

I'm serious.

Or I'm out the door.

And then I won't be at my mother's.

I made a down payment today.

At last.

Seriously?

Seriously.

I hope Ineke still wants to be a part of this.

Come on, let's take a look inside.

Charlie didn't come.

Daan didn't come.

They all had important meetings all of a sudden.

Even his own brother... - I'm so sorry about Eddie.

Get lost, woman.

He's just bitching all day. He wants to know who...

He wants revenge.

My condolences.

Classy, guys. You'll want to check the coffin next?

Never mind, Sylvia.

This way, please?

Where was Eddie really on Sunday afternoon? - So long ago.

The afternoon when Gijs Teerling was murdered.

Didn't I tell you?

Apparently he was already somewhat dead when the van ran him over.

You have no right to bother me like this.

You think this is bad?

Better buckle up.

He said Gijs was going to squeal.

About the guys.

About William the Silent.

He's full of shit.

Gijs would never do that.

That cop just said it to...

to stir things up.

Where was Eddie Sunday?

Shut up, Mitchell.

Eddie was on the beach, with me.

We were on the beach, together, all day.

If Eddie knew anything, he'd say so.

Right, Sylvia?

I'm so sorry, Ineke.

Thank you.

I'm glad you came by. - Of course.

Hi mate.

Just like his father.

Hang in there.

Ride with me, Sylvia.

Call if you need anything, Ineke.

Whose blood was in the toilet, Eddie? Dammit!

Where did you go on Sunday?

Sweet little Mitchell started dealing and got caught.

Then Gijs started to tattle to Brandsma.

William the Silent found out.

He sent a couple of bruisers to set him straight.

Remember the phone call on the beach...

Two minutes...

If I'd gotten there two minutes earlier...

One of those guys accidentally smashed his larynx.

He died in my arms.

They panicked and got a van to make it look like an accident.

But I couldn't... - Stop it.

Hey doll.

Daphne.

What's up with you?

Ask her.

Did anything happen?

I advised her to transfer to jazz ballet. - And why?

She enjoys this. - We prefer girls who stay under 5.7.

She's too tall?

Ballet is of course... - ...for dwarfs?

It's impossible for men to lift tall ballerinas.

Our advice... - Stick it in your dwarf ass.

Let's find another ballet school.

A less snooty one.

Leave it. No one's coming.

That's their loss. We'll celebrate with the girls from school.

These girls only eat carrots anyway. - No one from school will come.

Marie Louise told everyone Dad's a criminal.

Your father...

has his own company.

You know that, don't you?

Steel cables, fishing lines... What a bitch, this Marie Louise.

I'll call her mother. - Don't.

Bloody gossip. - Please don't, mom.

She should mind her own business.

What goes through your mind when you see my name flash up on your display?

Eddie Kronenburg, I'll just ignore it. - I'm here, aren't I?

I hope your money is here too.

Let me explain. - The money is self-explanatory.

It's coming, I promise. - You don't have it?

So this is a waste of my time yet again? - I wanted to explain.

The Danish motor club I sold the stash... - I really don't care.

They didn't pay me. - Give me a smoke.

If you don't pay me the 200 grand the men who financed this deal...

will put me in a shit storm up to my ankles. And they are not very nice people.

I'll have to tell them where you live with that slut of yours.

I'll pay, you know I will.

Have I ever not paid? - Yes. Today.

So it's 10% extra and another five for leaving me with my dick in the wind.

15%? Come on. - Yes.

Can't we talk about it. - Of course we can.

Now, I think we're done talking.

Did Maaswanker pay up?

No. - Dude!

If we don't pay The Silent, our profit's out the window.

Pills? That's not our business. We'll get shit from the boss.

The Silent likes everything I do. 'Cos what I do makes money.

Also, I need some more cash. I'm opening a beach club for Sylvia.

A bar? More trouble than it's worth.

You said she should have something to do. - Collecting rubber ducks, doing crochet.

Empty again? Ease up on the pills.

You know what? You never complain when you're not here.

Call that pill pusher's number.

Tell him we're expanding our assortment.

You did say that.

Hey, Eddie.

Look who's here.

Hey, man.

Frans... bed boy. How are you? - Fine.

He found me on Facebook. - You're on Facebook?

Yes. - Daphne accidentally tagged a photo.

By chance.

By chance.

The kids showed me how to find people on Facebook.

Ones you haven't seen for 13 years? - Our HQ is Rotterdam.

Amsterdam too small for the mattress mogul?

Frans has a house in the Caribbean.

It's great for the kids.

You're always welcome. I hear Sylvia's starting her own business?

I told him. - A beach club. Right up her alley.

I'll finally earn my keep.

Another one? - Please.

You can stop the show, Frans. Why are you here?

Are you still... in the...

I mean, do you still have the...

Let's go for a drive. It'll fix your stutter.

See... It's possible, Eddie.

Frans changed track, out of the blue.

He just got out.

And now he's got it made. 25 stores throughout the country.

Yeah, Frans has it all.

But I've got you.

So who's the one who's got it all? - That's sweet. You're still jealous of my ex.

Isn't it a bit warm for this.

It's hot. - But you're not that hot.

Screw you! - Is that the little mouse again?

Jerk off, learn to drive somewhere else.

Pass, or piss off.

Dammit.

Having trouble staying on the move, Grandpa?

Marvin wants a word.

Come on.

I heard you were expanding, Eddie?

That won't work now, will it?

Hi, sweetie. - Hey Mom.

What did that man say? - She had to go to ballet.

He didn't stop you talking to her? - Did I say that?

What's her name? - Sanne.

I think she likes you.

Mom! - I won't say anything.

What did he want? - What do you care?

Daphne, what did he ask you?

If Dad was on the beach Sunday.

And what did you say? - That I didn't remember. Okay.

Stay focused, Eddie.

Fuck.

You shouldn't jerk off so hard.

This asswipe ran right into it.

And that's nothing compared to what The Silent will do to them.

What are you doing?

Let's not bother the Silent with this?

I won't let some Belgian jackass make a fool of me. Now drive.

Belgian jackass... Marvin? - How many Belgian jackasses do you know?

Telling us what we can or can't do?

Hey Eddie, I have bad news about that pill deal.

Since it's the first time, he wants 300 grand as a down payment.

So let's forget it. - Let's not.

It's not going to work.

Do you ever listen to a word I say. 300 large.

We're not going to ask The Silent to foot the bill again.

Especially since we haven't even ponied up the Maaswinkel money yet.

We're gonna do it. I know someone else who can shell out.

You do? - Yes. Remember Frans?

The mattress mogul?

What?

Of course, but you're a Capricorn. - Hey Syl, ladies.

Hey. - Well, Frans?

Ineke.

I thought I'd invite Frans.

What happened to your hand?

It was this one, last night in bed. She prefers it a bit rough.

The story gets better every time.

Well, Frans. Meet my best friend Ineke.

Here's to your great success, Frans.

Thank you. Cheers. - To success.

Let's hope it returns soon.

You didn't know? The bed business is failing.

Didn't you tell her, Frans? - We're reorganizing.

We need to diversify. - Diversify.

All his stores are leveraged up the wazoo now.

But you can always count on your friends.

We're going for a swim. Some place where there's no jellyfish.

You want the other one done too? - Please.

Ineke, keep straight.

You should have seen that coming, Frans.

Telling tales to Eddie Kronenburg?

She's 13.

Mom. - And no alcohol.

You have it here?

Hey, hey, sugar.

I'm in Traffic. Can you pick up Daphne? - Why don't you ask Ineke?

Why do you think? - Well...

Hey Syl.

Would you like a drink?

What are you putting together with Eddie?

Listen Syl, I think these things are just... - Cut the crap, Frans.

Eddie is getting out.

Come and sit down then.

Here, from the bed mogul. - Did you count it?

What do you think? - I think not.

I can't come along. I have to be a Dad.

Really? So I can do your dirty work?

You asked for more responsibilities?

Fine. I'll drop by the casino on the way. - Excuse me?

I'll play 300 grand on red. - Sure, you do that.

Give my regards to the pill pusher. Tell 'em we'll be best friends.

I thought Mom was coming. - Lucky you. It's me.

Buckle up.

How did it go?

Not bad. It's kind of okay. - Kind of okay?

It's jazz ballet? It's Cool. I wish I'd been allowed to do jazz ballet.

Stay here. I'm going to the bank. I'll be right back.

Having a hard time to keep moving, sonny?

Having a hard time, hey!

What an asshole, that father of yours. God, what an ass.

I saw Dad beat someone up.

What?

Yesterday.

Your father? - Didn't I just say that?

Were the police around?

Did... did he...

Sorry sweetie, were you scared?

I just want to know.

You're right, sweetheart.

He doesn't sell fishing nets.

He sells drugs.

Your father sells drugs.

I'm so sorry.

Like that'll do me a lot of good.

And you? What do you do?

What do you do?

Nothing, baby.

I don't do anything.

I look after you.

I look after you two.

Eddie!

Hello?

It's me. Open up, Charlie.

I know Eddie's here. I want to talk to him!

It's bad timing. - I'll scream until you open up.

Calm down. Hold on.

Syl, Eddie is on his way.

Not here, Syl. - So this is you getting out of the business?

Syl! Dammit. - With the last of Frans' money.

Go home. You don't know what you're talking about.

And Daphne doesn't know either, I suppose?

Go home. - You beat someone up...

Right in front of her. - I was just 'settling an account'.

It's lousy that the saw it, but that happens.

No, it only happens to you!

Dammit!

It takes time, Syl.

What were you thinking?

And that beach club's been sold. But not to me.

Fuck!

Honey, you need to pack a suitcase.

Stupid, stupid cow.

What rock were you living under?

Sylvia?

Easy. Daph is home.

Why the fuck did you go there? - Let's get out of here.

The four of us. A Caribbean island. A fresh start.

We don't need all this. - We don't? You think you can just leave?

You forgot about this?

Eddie... I...

Baby...

I swear, if you take the kids... I'll kill myself.

Oh yeah? - Mom?

We're coming.

We're a family.

Hey, beautiful... Mom won't be long.

Motherfucker.

And?

Well. Mom's is better.

Listen to Jamie Oliver here.

Watch your shirt.

Why didn't you cook, mom? - Sweetheart I...

Mom was a bit busy. Weren't you, doll?

With what? The beach club is off, right? - Honey...

Why is it off?

I've been thinking. Maybe we need a break. The four of us.

Vacation.

Recharge the batteries.

Great idea, right?

Christ.

Girls.

I have to go to judo class.

I'll take you. I'm going into town anyway.

Suddenly a father? I'll take him.

It's no problem. I like being Dad.

Dad? - I'm coming.

In the mean time you can unpack your suitcase.

Die motherfucker! - Seat belt, buddy.

Crap.

Also pack for your brother. I'll be back with him in a minute.

I have to pick something up.

Will we still make it? - Easy peasy.

So how are things at Judo? - Great. We're sparring today.

You'll be a real killer one day. - The sensei says judo's not about fighting.

And McDonald's is not about burgers. - It's better to avoid the fight, he says.

Is that what he says?

Duck!

No...

Yuri!

Baby.

Angel...

Are you all right? Hurt?

He's okay. I covered him.

Syl, help me.

Help me.

Help me please. - No.

Fuck, Syl.

Syl, dammit.

What about Dad? - The ambulance is coming. It's okay.

I'll drive. - What's the fuck's wrong with you?

Move over. - Don't bleed all over my seats.

How many clothes should I pack for him?

Mom?

As much as you can.

It was Marvin. - Marvin? The Silent wouldn't let him.

Who else? - Maaswinkel?

That coward? - Gijs' mates?

He didn't have any left. There's no doubt, It was Marvin.

Hey, move it lady.

Old cow. Come on!

It's a one way street. - Yes, my way.

Hey, momma bear. Pedal faster! My God, come on.

She won't talk. - I hope so for your sake.

She knows everybody. She has seen everything.

She can link The Silent to Gijs. Who knows what the fuck you've told her all those years?

Sylvia doesn't know anything and won't say anything.

You with your bitchin blabber mouth.

If she starts singing, we're all fucked. - Why do you think I'm driving like this?

Shit, shit, shit.

Clear off.

Come on. - Motherfucker!

Help me, come on. Push.

Just wait for me here.

Mom?

I'll be right back.

Hey, Syl!

I need your help.

We have to go out the back.

Is it him?

Eddie...

What happened to your hand?

Where are my kids?

You drive.

Where to? - To Ineke.

No, first Frans. No, Ineke. - She's not stupid.

Doesn't she have any friends further out? - Just drive.

You're all set up.

Thank you.

Hey Ineke. - Syl?

Can I call you back later? - Please turn it down.

I'm just visiting someone.

Sick, right? Look at all the blood squirting. - Who are you visiting?

My mother.

But Syl... - Are you doing okay?

I'm okay but listen Syl, Eddie says you've gone...

You know what, let me call you right back. - Syl?

You moron, you have to turn round. You're a sitting duck!

He still a little tired from yesterday.

When are we going back to Daddy?

Take it easy on the pills. Lance Armstrong is a boy scout compared to you.

I'm supposed to suffer? - A little, yes. You might learn a lesson.

This is what a pierced dick looks like, Tromp.

Is it a nice little hole, Kronenburg? - If it isn't the anti-doping brigade.

Why did you leave the scene of a crime? - My wife said dinner was ready.

No idea who the shooter was of course.

I was too busy dodging bullets to make a sketch for you.

Apparently I'm not the only one who's fed up with you.

Can I go now? - I don't think so.

We're going for a chat at the station.

That's enough, okay?

Off you go.

You're afraid of him, aren't you?

You have to go to the police.

I'll get us a drink.

You can stay as long as you like.

I have to leave.

It's dangerous. For you. And your child.

Does he hit you?

Does he hit the children? - No.

I'm really leaving.

I'm leaving the country.

I know what to do.

So what does he do?

He's just a dick.

That's what he does.

Pick up the phone, bitch.

What's this?

The first installment of... - Excuse me?

That's 2000.

2000? That's not even the interest!

Did you read the papers recently? And he was a buddy of mine.

Out of my car, go on!

It's my car... - Not any more.

You said he'd pay, cocksucker.

Take it easy.

I just passed on a message. - You could have checked. Now what?

Pay up. You don't want to cross The Silent. - You? So now it's just my problem.

You know what I mean. Can you drive with your tool in a towel?

You think it's funny?

Move.

Ass wipe.

Hello. - Frans, it's Syl.

Hey, Syl. - I need a favor.

You fucking...

Is there an earlier flight? Stopovers are no problem.

Why don't you ever pick up?

Syl's voicemail. Speak after the beep.

...bitch. You really did it this time. No one steals from me. You hear that?

I found three seats for tomorrow. - Three?

Didn't he say we had to take a vacation?

Recharge the batteries. - Going through Atlanta and Miami.

So two stopovers and 400 Euro's more.

Fine, I'll take it.

Then it will be 2,875 Euro's and you'll fly tomorrow at 11.40 am.

Dad will join us later? - We'll talk about that later?

I don't think I can accept... - My credit card is acting up.

Baby, it's just not safe.

For me? - What do you think?

Is he still in hospital?

Why doesn't he come here then?

Because Dad is afraid those men on the scooter might come too.

I'm going home. - Chill, you.

Come back.

Such a difficult age.

Let's look in the train station.

Yuri! Hey!

Dammit.

What the hell was that?

I want to go home.

It's 35 short.

Hundred? - Thousand.

Don't worry. It'll be here on Monday.

Is he in?

I'd like a word with him about that Belgian jackass.

Marvin?

So I got shot at.

With my son in the car.

That may be hunky dory in Belgium, but over here, family is off limits.

And for what? A couple of fucking pills?

That warning was over the top. We don't wave Uzis around in public.

But it's his slice of the business.

What?

Surely we can work something out. Please William. There must be some way...

You're behaving like a bunch of babies.

This ends now.

Did I see your wife at Teerlink's funeral, blabbering to a police detective?

Sylvia won't say anything. She doesn't even know anything.

Yes.

Jesus Eddie.

Everybody can see you. Idiot. - What are you doing here?

Come on.

I thought you wanted to swing by Frans? - You have 5 for me? I need some cash.

I want to get Syl a little something. for when she's back. To smooth things over.

Look at yourself, man.

Stop popping pills, stop boozing, pull yourself together or she won't come back.

Sure.

You're my big brother. Get back on track. You're my only family.

Charlie?

What do they want from you?

I don't know.

Here...

It's around 1500. It's all I have on me. - I said five?

Let's call rehab next week. Okay?

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...

Sweetheart.

Did you think we'd forgotten? - Hip hip hurray.

Did you?

My baby. Make a wish?

Off you go. Blow them out. All 14 of them.

You know what I wished for?

Sshhh. Or it won't come true.

But I think I can guess...

Lovey.

Eddie!

What's going on? - Not now, Frans.

I want to know what's up, now.

Okay. Well, we got fucked.

Belgian customs confiscated it all.

There is no customs at the Belgian border. - Police then. Now get lost.

I want my money back then. Now!

I borrowed it, goddamnit!

So now you can shut the fuck up?

You ruined me, Eddie. - Don't you start.

You don't deserve Sylvia.

What d'you know about Syl?

Did you put your sweaty paws on her? You bed boy son of bitch.

Where is she? Where is she?

I can barely understand you.

Chantal...

I hope he understands.

Wonderful honey. You look beautiful.

Sleep tight.

It's the shop's buzzer.

Are you expecting anyone? - No.

I'll check it out.

Careful, okay?

Syl! ls Syl here with you?

We're closed.

Syl!

Syl! Syl!

You have to come outside, Syl. We need to talk.

There's nothing to talk about. - You're in danger.

The longer you all stay... - You are the danger, Eddie.

You stay with the kids.

Syl, you know too much baby.

The longer you stay in hiding, the more they panic.

I won't squeal. - That's not the fucking point.

It's what they think that matters.

Baby, come with me. Open the door.

Syl, hey.

Please open up.

I want to see the kids.

Where are they? Daphne! Yuri! - They're not here.

Open the door. Come on.

Open up. They have to come.

Dammit, Syl! Open the door!

You know what you're doing to me. You know I can't live without them.

Piss off or I'll call the cops!

Fuck off, bitch! I'm talking to my wife here.

No. No police.

Eddie is leaving now. Right? He's leaving now.

Sorry.

No, Eddie, no!

Come out now. Come on out.

What's he doing? - We'll talk tomorrow.

No, you come out now. - Dammit...

It's Chantal's business. She's got nothing to do with this.

She doesn't?

Well now she does. - No!

No.

Jesus Christ.

Asshole.

We have to get out. Hey, sweetie! Now!

Wake up. Let's go.

Yuri!

Charlie, Eddie has lost his mind.

Please call. I don't know what's going on?

I'm sorry.

You better hurry.

Where are we going? - Just keep walking, Yuri.

Go back, go back.

Quickly.

In here.

Yuri? - Dad?

Sshhh.

Let's go.

Here, honey.

Mom. - Sylvia!

How are the children?

Say hello to Grandma.

Hi Grandma.

Happy belated birthday, sweetie.

Thanks.

Hello, Grandma. - Hello lovey. I miss you.

Yes.

Mom, it could be a while before you... We're leaving.

And I want you to know why... - I know.

Eddie was here.

I always knew it.

I'm sorry.

Call me when you're safe. - Yes.

Bye, honey. - Bye.

Well...

Theo?

No.

I told the police everything.

Yes, but you haven't told me.

Where are they?

Wait for me here.

I'll be right back.

Can I have a Coke? - Yes.

As much as you want. Wait here, okay? You keep an eye on him.

THE VULTURES ARE CIRCLING

No, no.

Daphne?

Daphne and Yuri?

Daphne!

Yuri!

Well well.

You had a busy night.

No you don't.

We got a call from the Alkmaar police. They spoke to your friend Chantal.

Where's your husband?

I don't know. Get lost.

Take it easy.

I'm trying to find my children.

That'll be them.

Mom? We're in the car with Dad.

He says we're going away together. - Wait a sec, dear.

Hey, babe.

Where are you?

We're waiting for you. Deck 2 of the car park.

We'll leave together. Isn't that much friendlier?

Right. I'm on my way. - Who is with you?

You'll wait for me, right?

Ten minutes, Syl. Or you'll never see them again.

Okay honey, see you in a minute.

We'll tag along? Then you can tell us about the fire.

Sylvia. Think hard about it this.

First Gijs Teerlink... Now Frans. And you almost had to bury your son.

You have to choose... Eddie or your children.

You can talk freely. We'll guarantee your safety.

You will?

Just like you did for Gijs Teerlink?

Put your foot down.

Now turn left and go back to the car park.

Faster!

I told you... everything's going to be alright.

Mom?

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,

Dude!.

Where shall we go? France? Spain? The Himalayas?

Eddie, I love you. And so do the kids.

Let's forget about all of this, go home and take care of things...

Barcelona, let's go there!

Yuri? We'll go to the stadium. Watch a game.

Eddie. My love... - You can go shopping there, Daphne.

Who is it? - No one!

Go suck on that! You motherfucker.

This is Eddie Kronenburg!

Okay, where were we? Barcelona!

Or Manchester! We can watch Van Persie play.

Ed, we're going home. - Shut up! It's done.

We're in this together.

Where does Little Red Riding Hood want to go?

Where does Little Red Riding Hood want to go?

Everything's alright now.

Everything's alright?! Are you out of your mind?

Everything's in ruins, Eddie. Our whole life is ruined.

And I've let it all happen. - So it isn't just Eddie's fault?

Daphne and Yuri still have a chance. It's not too late for them.

They can still have a normal life.

You guys are nothing without me. Zippo, zilch.

They're your children. - Yes and I'm going to protect them.

They're going to kill us all, Eddie! You stupid son of a bitch.

Don't you get it? You're just blind.

Let me out, now. Stop the car.

Stop the fucking car!

So you want to get out?

Get out then. - Not here.

Why not? You wanted to get out. - With the kids.

You're the only one who wanted out. I didn't hear the kids.

So get out. Get lost.

God damn it. Get out. If you want to desert us, go ahead!

Eddie!

Go.

Drive off the tracks.

We'll talk about it. - Oh, so now we can talk.

I'll go with you. Wherever you want. - I don't believe you anymore.

Do you guys? Yuri? No one believes you.

Go. Go on.

Hey!

Hey.buddy!

Eddie!

You've finally shut up. Nothing left to say, right? Just like Gijs.

It's okay, buddy.

It's alright.

Give my love to mom.

Hola, señora. - Hola, ninos.

Hey, angels. - Hi, Mom.

Homework? - Matemáticas.

Matemáticas...

No.

It's all right.

Isn't it?

Who was that, Mom?

No one, baby.

Are we going?

Hey, kids.

Home before dark.