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You saw nothing. Shut your mouth.

I have a corpse. - That's your job. Shit job.

You went too far with the boy, the junkie.

There's a meeting about adoption. - We'll look into it.

We are swingers.

Only once in a while. - No, we are.

Don't misunderstand. What they do with every Tom, Dick and Harry...

I have a problem with that, but maybe I know too much about her.

Wild hairs can grow back, but you have to make an effort.

Daddy. - Hey, big man.

Eva adores Kane. - Yes.

He's really hot.

NEW NEIGHBORS

What's your cuddly animal called? - Tommie.

That's a nice name.

Scotty is also a nice name.

Do you know that name?

That's the name of this man.

Scotty.

We think he's your dad's buddy.

Can I go to bed now? - Someone is coming to pick you up.

My mom?

11 weeks earlier

Hey, Steef.

Fuck you, Steef.

Rotten murderer.

Wake up.

The whole neighborhood will know what you did.

What's going on?

Do you know what you did?

Rotten murderer.

What are you up to?

Hey Steef... - Stay here.

Bastard. Come on out.

What the fuck, man?

What the fuck? What are you doing here?

Steef?

Darling. Steef.

Darling.

Steef. Hey. - Steef.

Steef, come back inside.

Let go of the guy.

Steef, hey.

Steef, you're choking him.

You think you move to a quiet neighborhood, then this happens.

Give it to me, give it, give it.

Give it to me and go to the girls. Go on, get moving.

Go, I have to report this.

Go on, go on inside. - Let's go, go back inside.

We'll handle it. - Thanks. You too.

See you in the office? - Yes, okay. Bye.

Are you alright? - That junkie must be really desperate.

Drove out here just to steal my TomTom. - Oh no.

I'll buy a new one. You okay?

It will be alright.

And how are you?

A beer.

I could use one. You too, right?

I'll get the beers. What a mess. Damn it.

It's okay. Just getting rid of tension.

And I told myself today, take it out.

But I thought this neighborhood would be safe.

And just last week I cancelled our all-risk insurance and got liability.

Peter, come here.

What?

I don't know...

Hey, thanks, bro.

For what? - I freaked out. Not cool.

Good thing you were there.

Is that weapon your police weapon?

So that's a no.

I'm a member of a gun club.

Isn't it risky having one in the house? - Not having one is risky.

There is a child in the house. - Hello, I know.

Look, you're absolutely right.

It's new and I couldn't part with it, but it belongs in my locker at the gun club.

Come here, man.

You're my buddy, you know that? - Thanks.

Without you I'd be in deep shit now.

Cheers. - Cheers.

He can be so tense sometimes.

If I ask him what's wrong, he says: Nothing at all.

So what am I to do? Tell him he's lying?

Do you know anything? - Me?

Maybe he said something to Peter, and Peter told you.

Boys will be boys. - Do you want me to ask Peter?

I can't believe Sem slept through the whole thing.

Maybe Steef wants something else. In terms of a job, I mean.

Oh. Well, I wish that were true.

Maybe it's something he needs to sort out by himself.

And that's why he doesn't say anything. Men are like that.

Not Steef. Steef's an open book, he shares everything with me.

Sometimes more than I care to know.

I'm the same with him.

Don't you think Steef's reaction to the kid was aggressive?

It's weird, he's usually so laid back.

At some point I thought, is he working too much or something?

Did you notice anything?

What?

You looked gorgeous on that couch tonight.

Is that what you were thinking?

Sweetie...

you don't have to tell me... - Tell you what?

I want you to know... - What? Stop nagging.

Look, Steef... - Nothing's wrong, okay?

So shut your face. The fucking car is busted, that's all.

Yes, good morning. The police, please.

Yes, I'll wait.

Pete... - You're all in a knot.

Sorry, Peter, I haven't ovulated yet. - Oh. Great.

Sure. - What?

God forbid we should... eh?

Forget it. Sorry.

Yes, I'm sorry too.

Dad, are we getting a new one?

No, son. We're having it fixed.

Keep talking to me, okay?

I don't know. - What don't you know?

I can't tell you everything, you know that.

I was thinking last night that we really need a vacation in the Maldives.

All inclusive, waving palm trees, pearly-white beaches...

Well, maybe next month.

I can't, too many students training for the half marathon.

Oh, poopie.

Eva... did you know that...

eighty percent of all adoptions are by couples who can't have children?

Some 600 children are adopted in the Netherlands, that's 480 couples...

who did what we are doing now. - That's some consolation.

It's only an information meeting.

I have an interview at Sem's school. Didn't I tell you?

They need a substitute teacher, Rebecca said.

Sem did too. Sem is such a sweet boy.

Sounds interesting. What do you think? - What?

'Good idea, Eva.' -Yes, of course it is, but...

but I thought we were going for adoption. - We would look into adoption.

One doesn't exclude the other.

Aren't you going to wish me luck?

Stay away from my family.

Stay away from my house and stay away from my neighborhood.

Did you hear me, man?

Did we wake any sleeping dogs?

Where there's smoke, there's fire. A raging fire.

A forest fire, almost.

Do you really think you can blame that junkie's death on me?

We have nothing to fear.

You, however...

What shall we say?

That the next three... no, four...

the next four tips about raids on our business will be your present to us?

Eva? - Yes.

You are a godsend, girl. Tineke had a fall in her shower...

and I can't find a substitute.

Well, I have one, but she's organizing our school party tomorrow night. Here.

It's always a huge hit. Here they are. Would you fill these out?

I don't know if I... - It's only a few hours. See if you like it.

Rebecca told me. About your little girl.

How awful for you, dear girl.

And I waltz all over you. You're right, it's too soon.

No, I'm alright. How long will you need me?

Till noon. The kindergarten kids are off this afternoon.

Okay.

That's Miss Tineke's chair.

Miss Tineke is sick, so I'm here today.

But I want our Miss.

But I am also a Miss. My name is Miss Eva. What's your name?

You don't want to say it?

Okay, then I'll call you Tom Thumb.

So tell me Tom Thumb, who's that beside you? Is that Humpty Dumpty?

And are you Hickery Dickery Dock?

Jasper? Did you get that offer? Otherwise I can do it myself.

It's a good deal. We get ten percent off on all their equipment.

What is it?

I'm busy. We'll talk about it tonight, okay?

Where were you this morning? - Sorry, Rebecca, I...

I'm in a hurry. Come on.

Mommy.

Hi, sweetie.

Strange, but I could kill for a glass of wine.

Well, I have some time. Till 2:30. - What's up?

An information meeting about adoption.

Eva was our teacher today. And she had to cry.

That's great, because teachers are supposed to cry. Did you know that?

Come on.

It's covered, except for the 500-euro deductible. That's a shame.

What a shitty day. I think that Liesbeth woman has been running her mouth.

Running her mouth? How so? What about?

How do I know? About last night, maybe.

I can't stand it when people shun me. I hate that. Don't you?

I'm from the Bible Belt, I know all about it.

Really? With bonnets and stuff?

The only pants I was allowed to wear were rain pants...

and only if it was pouring. - No way.

I'm not on speaking terms with my parents.

I don't see them anymore.

My mother lives on Ibiza, the opposite of the Bible Belt you might say.

I haven't seen her in years.

I'm at the door shall I wait before going inside?

It's going too fast. - What?

If there were a baby growing in my belly, then I...

it would feel more organic. As if it's more honest towards Lieve.

Why don't you try again with that donor? - Peter doesn't want that.

Men. They contribute so little, but cause such huge problems.

Tell Peter it's also really cruel if the adopted child is not really wanted.

Pete?

Sorry, but I have a feeling we shouldn't do this.

And you decide this at the last minute?

Sorry, but it doesn't feel right.

I paid a 210-euro registration fee. - Well, you should've talked to me first.

Pete, I want to give birth to a baby, not have it delivered by plane.

Don't I have a say in this?

How would it be if your eggs didn't work and my sperm did?

It could still grow in my belly. - That's so selfish.

It's not selfish, it's realistic.

Explain it to him tonight, patiently, and he'll understand.

Not Peter. If he's mad, he holds a grudge for days and says nothing at all.

Me neither, but I mean there's no point in talking to someone who doesn't talk back.

Steef didn't want children. - Why not?

No idea. - But he adores Sem.

Yes, he does now.

He was afraid, I think, for the responsibility.

So how did you convince him?

I didn't. I couldn't.

So I did what I had to do to get pregnant.

You're kidding. - He is crazy about Sem now.

Another drink? - No.

Steef must never know, okay?

Here. Use this to rub the anger right out of Peter.

No.

Oh, my god. Don't tell me you two don't do it anymore.

Rarely. - But is he blind or something?

Well, it's more my problem.

But Peter is a hot guy. He really is.

You too. Come on.

Okay, here.

Sure it wasn't revenge or something?

No.

What about the pill freaks who are out of pills now?

Why would they want my TomTom?

What stupid junkie would break all your windows, while one would do?

Maybe he was stoned out of his mind. Who knows what he was on?

You got good insurance?

It's only a car, man. Hey, what do you think? A promotion? A raise?

Good luck.

Remind me to tell you something.

A private matter. Nothing heavy or anything, okay?

Cool. Is that mine?

Becky will be pleased. She gets lost when she walks out of the kitchen.

What did you want to say?

It's between us, right?

Becky was molested the other day by a neighbor, a frustrated bookkeeper.

I set him straight, scared him a little. Nothing heavy, I swear.

But you have a wife, right? I mean, it's hands off them, you know?

Okay, so he starts threatening me. Says he will destroy my life, that kind of shit.

Did he say how? - He knows I'm with the police. So...

I think he'll try to discredit me or something like that, if you know what I mean.

You mean this guy molests your car...

and then claims you threw your own TomTom in the bushes?

What?

I'll have it checked out. I'll get back to you, Steef.

Okay. Thanks, boss. Thanks.

Wait, Steef, one more thing.

Several witnesses testified that the crook, or whatever, shouted 'murderer'.

Any idea why?

No, no idea.

New neighborhood watch, eh?

Spy on people, make a few calls... I bet you like that.

What do you want? A police cap? A badge? A uniform, maybe?

Do you want a medal? Bastard.

It must be your guilty conscience.

Sorry.

It seems like all we say is 'sorry' lately.

Hey, Sem.

Semmie... Hey.

Hey, wait. What's the matter?

Nobody wants to play with me, except Robbie, but he can't today.

I'm glad, because I want to play with you.

You're dumb. - Say that again, you say that again.

I am not, poopie. Come here, you.

Let's go see Dad. I'd like that. Please? - Yes.

Why don't you take him home for a weekend?

That's right, your wife won't allow it.

Hey, big man.

Oops. You okay? - Yes.

Hug?

Hi. - Hey Becky.

Hey, Semmie, how's it going?

Steef isn't here. - Oh, but isn't he on duty until six?

Yes, but... Yeah, I don't know, Becky.

Theo probably sent him somewhere. - Without you?

Yeah...

He just wanted to see where his dad works. - Yes, of course.

It's okay, some other time. - Yep. Bye, Sem.

Alright, you two. What's new? I'm really curious.

Did you manage to take a step together?

I signed us up for an adoption. - Well, do tell.

The procedure will take a year and a half. There will be six preparatory meetings...

they visit us three times and then we can request a child.

It's all a little too fast for me.

A year and a half?

Another few months for the child to arrive. That's two years. You think that's fast?

Do you think that is fast, Hetty?

I asked you to put the baby issue on hold for now...

now suddenly we are in fourth gear. When is the next meeting?

In two months. - Then don't discuss the matter until then.

Let things settle down and bide your time.

Okay, what will you do now? What fun thing do you have planned?

There is a dance party, slash, bingo night at our school...

for parents and teachers. We could go dancing?

What's for dinner? - Pasta in red sauce and salad.

Becky, are you alright?

Daddy. - Hey, little monkey.

Where were you? We went to your office. - Sem.

Will you set the table?

At the station? - Yes, we were in town.

When? - This afternoon.

This afternoon? - Mick said that you were on a case.

You should've called. I'd have been there.

And the babysitter? - Nope.

And the dance? - Not in the mood.

Not? - All the neighbors are talking about us.

Becky. When did we start caring about that?

Sem, never mind, I'll do it. Beck?

A white wine, please. And a beer. - Yes, of course.

And pour yourself something. - There.

Right, thank you. And a snack. Delicious.

Right.

Come on.

You here. Shall we?

I didn't know you were coming. - Hetty wants us to have fun.

I told you Hetty was fantastic.

Shouldn't you be playing?

Right?

Hold on. I'll be right back.

Hey, Liesbeth. Hi. - Hi.

How come you don't work out anymore? - I'm busy.

Don't you like the workouts? - Like I said, I'm busy.

I'm starting a new course. - What?

Get rid of the cellulite on your ass in three months. Perfect for you.

Next up is the wine package. Too bad I don't have a ticket. Here goes.

Number... Number eighty-six, ladies and gentlemen.

Congratulations, my dear man. - Well done, Natasha.

And now we are going for the top prize. Here we go.

Who will be the lucky winner?

Here it comes, here it comes... Number eleven. That's number eleven.

Semmie's father. Congratulations, man.

A stay in a bungalow park for four people. - Thank you.

You're very welcome. - Becky, we're going.

Congratulations on your little trip and enjoy it.

That's great. - Not exactly the Maldives, but...

Fabulous.

Sorry, sorry. - Beck. Come on.

There you are.

Hetty said that Peter and Eva had to have some fun. I'm giving them a hand.

Cheers.

Is she alright, that Hetty? Or too alternative?

I know this couple, well, you know what I mean...

they do sweat lodge... Sweat lodge ceremonies?

Ceremonies. - You'd like that, Peter. Shall I call them?

I'll sign you up.

That's alright. - Shall we get out of here?

Yes. - Shall we go?

Ladies and gents, I dropped our prize. - Becky, please.

Sorry. Hey, why don't you come with us? The four of us. Get away for a few days.

But what about Sem? - A few days without a kid can be very nice.

Eva and Pete are going.

And why not?

That is, if Pete wants to as well. - Petey...

Why wouldn't I want to? - Awesome, old man. Gimme five.

We are going. But now home: last one is a rotten egg.

Mom and dad let you play soccer alone?

They're on vacation, doing adult stuff. - Really...

Hey. - What will we do this weekend?

You are nuts. How can you offer me your husband?

We don't have to do this. - Do you want to?

I ordered the stairlift. Then I can go upstairs.

Pete, are you alright?