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Pete, why don't you try it out for a week?

It worked. - Really?

Does he know? - He won't talk about it.

Not about the entire weekend.

Last year, you increased your mortgage.

Do you want me to... - Just say it if you don't have time.

I'll pay you, of course.

What have you got? - Tomorrow 6 AM, Karperweg.

You're reliable.

You look surprised. Are we a day early?

You take the money but you don't stick to your end of the deal.

You're going to pay back the cash you took out of our business or else.

He has his dad's pretty face but his terrible body too. It's hereditary.

Think, there is a limit to every man's luck, isn't there?

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So you have never seen her before?

No. - Eve, come on, open the door.

But Steve Blok often visited you.

Yes, of course.

You can't leave him on the doorstep.

Short fuse.

Hello, darling.

Look, Sem's mom.

He's just babbling.

3 weeks earlier

He has a child with another woman.

There is something wrong with the child. It's so sad, it's spastic.

And the woman says it's his doing. - What?

That the child isn't all right? - Yes.

That it's hereditary, his handicap. What am I supposed to do?

I don't get it. A few weeks ago, everything was just fine.

Not a cloud in the sky.

I just don't get it.

It's not the end of the world. - There's more.

Eva is pregnant. - Really?

It's Steve's.

With my consent. Well...

It was my idea. We've...

It was a kind of exchange project.

What kept you so long? - I'm here now.

Why didn't you call? - It's not our turn yet.

Pete... - Perhaps she's not here.

We'll be waiting in vain. - What if the door opens?

Haven't you just forgotten yourself?

Thanks for fitting me in. - Yes.

Is it all right if we balance it up with the training?

Yes, sure.

Rebecca.

Peter and Eva are waiting. Just so you know.

I...

I'm having an awful time at work.

I had to get it off my chest.

I'm off, I've already used up so much of your time. Good luck.

Are you coming in? - Yes.

What do you mean exactly?

Are you where you want to be? - Whether Eva is pregnant?

No.

Not yet, unfortunately.

And you, Peter? - I'm not pregnant either.

But I have achieved one of my goals. - Perhaps you'd tell us about it.

Certainly.

Three weeks ago, I was still a boring, monogamous sucker.

But now I'm a cool swinger. - What?

A swinger, someone who shares his wife with other men.

And those men share their wives with other men, too.

The feminist point of view is that Eva shares me with other women.

What? You wanted to go into therapy. So you have to come clean.

Peter puts it rather anti-women but...

It wasn't because I definitely didn't force Eva into it.

And that was your goal: Becoming a swinger?

Peter, don't be such an asshole. - Seriously?

It's bugging me, it was a bad call...

and it changed something I didn't want changed.

But I'll try my best not to ruin it any more than absolutely necessary.

Peter told Hetty about us swinging. Well, he didn't mention any names.

He was in one of his moods.

And Hetty was acting strange, too. You haven't told her, have you?

Would you like a drink? Told her what?

Well, that I'm pregnant, of course. - No.

I can't keep this quiet much longer.

It feels as if everyone can see it. I don't mean my belly but...

I feel so happy. I could shout it from the rooftops.

I'm pregnant.

Sorry, I'm just going on about myself.

You don't regret it, do you? - No, no, it's just...

that it's still early days. Anything could happen.

I mean, why don't you just take it easy?

Perhaps you should do a medical check to see if it's all right.

A prenatal checkup. - An amniotic test?

No way, that's so risky.

Well, you never know.

I'm healthy, Steve is healthy. Take Sem, for instance.

Yes, but...

I have to go, I have an appointment.

If there's anything I can do. - Yes, of course.

Can you press this for me, babe? - No.

You have 45 minutes and it takes 10 minutes to get to work so, time enough.

What's the matter?

Eve?

I'm on the john.

I gathered that.

But why is the door locked?

Believe me, you don't want to be here.

What are you doing? - Nothing.

You never lock the door.

I'm fine, I was just taking a crap.

I'll iron your shirt but only if Rebecca approves.

Becky doesn't approve of anything, lately.

These last couple of days. - Have a nice day.

You've got a great chick.

Any plans for today?

Let's shoot up the enemy.

Ever been to a firing range? - No.

You'll love it, holding a gun. Let's do it, this afternoon.

Oh yes, we have a DNA match.

One of the illegals from the lab. - With who?

That dead junkie.

Has he confessed? - We're waiting for an interpreter.

How is the coffee today? - Awesome, boss.

I was just telling Steve: Scottie is about to talk.

We have a leak.

The machine, Steve.

Or did you think I meant something else?

What's the matter? - Are you deaf?

I'm playing music. - I know. Papers?

Yes, I only have a driving license on me because...

the bike isn't mine. - No, I know.

This bike is registered as stolen.

And bend.

Make him work hard, he's not made of china.

And bend. - I also benefitted from it.

When I broke my hip, they told me in hospital to work up from my tail bone.

I didn't even know I had a tail bone. Never mind working up from it.

But it's great when somebody points out where it's located.

We'd only just moved in when I broke my hip.

I was walking towards the front door, planks everywhere, no path yet.

I said: Hold my hand but there we are.

He was busy, as usual. - And stretch.

And bend. - Try to say what Rebecca is saying.

And bend, and stretch.

And bend.

And stretch.

You'll always be my first.

And the eldest.

Good afternoon. - Hello.

It's not a present.

I'm pregnant.

Oh, that's awesome.

What are you doing here? - Martijn needed a new suit.

How are you? - Fine, and you?

Yes. - There you are.

Thank you. - Bye.

I'm pregnant.

Already? - You're acting like it was a week ago.

Well, no, not a week, but...

Sorry, congratulations.

Thanks.

Eve, I've tried to explain to mom and dad that you...

were just a bit confused. - I wasn't confused.

I was sad.

I'd expected more support.

In their way... - Let's drop the subject.

I don't live like them and they don't live like me, it happens.

Is it by that donor again?

It's Pete's.

Really?

Lazy semen isn't dead semen. - Eve, I'm so happy for you, both of you.

Can I tell mom?

Tell her that God is trying to make things up.

Not bad.

Not bad. - I missed by a meter.

It's fucking intimidating if somebody shoots a meter from your head.

Relax your shoulders, relax. Arms straight ahead.

Straight ahead, put your feet apart.

And loose hips, just like when you, you know, loosely.

Okay, again.

How fucking cool is that?

Pete.

You almost shot that dude with this gun.

No way, I just tried to frighten him with this gun.

That's something else.

I should have put it in the locker but I forgot.

Habit, weapon, holster. That's it.

I'll show you one more time. Check out the professional at work.

Close one eye.

In the bull's-eye. Did you see it?

I've lost your bike.

What happened? Were you speeding? Had you been drinking? I'll solve it.

Confiscated.

They said it was stolen.

I don't get it.

Why didn't you call me?

I told them it's yours. Which it is because I haven't paid you, yet.

I'll solve it, no problem. Of course.

Pete?

We're pregnant.

Yes, I don't get it either. It's a miracle.

Is it really true? - Oh, Pete.

I'm so happy.

But how many weeks then?

You do the math, it has just happened.

So, it's for real?

Is this the work of my slow and lazy spermatozoids?

To us.

Cheers.

We have a DNA match.

Do you think that illegal is going down for you?

I don't think so.

I think he'll rat. Don't you?

The Chamber of Commerce says Chantal de Boer owns the building.

Is she your girlfriend?

You seem to know more than I do.

I don't have a girlfriend.

You do, don't you?

Yes, you have a girlfriend.

Girlfriends are expensive.

Fucking expensive.

I don't know who is screwing you but mine does it for free.

Why not arrest Chantal de Boer?

She is the head of a fast XTC trade.

Or not? According to your Chamber of Commerce.

I'd like to meet the chick. I'm looking forward to it.

Or not? - Scottie.

The judge has just prolonged your detention with two weeks.

So.

If you feel like talking.

All right.

So, what shall we talk about?

The weather? Football? Kids?

I'm being blackmailed.

And...

I don't know how to stop it.

Blackmailed, by whom? - Someone dangerous.

By whom, Steve?

A dealer, pills.

Jesus, how is that possible? - I made one mistake, once.

I tipped someone off.

And now I'm up shit creek.

How long has it been going on?

A couple of months.

My back is up against the wall, Beck.

How much?

How much, Steve?

Ten.

Fifteen.

I've seen a location for a gym.

We have a second mortgage. I didn't know that.

Sorry.

I'll solve it.

Is this someone...

a man or a woman?

It's a man.

Becky, it's a man, of course.

I'm not paying anymore.

I've run out of money.

I'll still see Daan and do things with him but you're not draining me anymore.

It's impossible.

Can I come in for a minute?

Listen to this.

Love is a ghost, my only friend.

Would seal me up and then leave me again. Here.

That says it all. - I'm not so sure.

Eva is pregnant. - Really?

Yes, it's great, but...

Eve...

I think something is bugging her.

Do you know what it is? - No.

What makes you think that? - That donor bothers me.

I didn't want it again.

I can't imagine it's my child.

Has she been fucking someone else? - Don't use that word.

No, what word do you prefer, Hetty? - Making love.

She's making love to someone else just like with Steve.

She loved it, no problem, at all. And now she has got a taste for it.

Your suspicious mind is strangling everyone and everything.

I don't back you on this one.

You're transforming but based on far-fetched suspicions.

I'm quite sure, actually.

I think it's better for you and your relationship...

to work from the fact that Eva loves you.

And wants to have this child with you. - But it may not be mine.

What do you mean: He can't come?

If you don't pay, he can't come. - But it's paid for.

Well, sorry Rebecca, not according to my books.

Yes, Steve has...

What if I pay now?

Okay, great.

I'll pay you tomorrow, okay? - No.

Could you lend me 30 Euros? I'll give it back to you later.

Please?

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Daddy had forgotten all about it. Go along and have fun, won't you?

Yes. - Bye, honey.

Child, tell me what's up. Don't you want to help Jasper anymore?

Oh yes, of course I do.

And you, I've looked up some exercises for your hip.

That's kind. But did you come over here especially to tell me that?

Because we have an appointment tomorrow.

Well, Jasper once said, if you can't do the books then...

well, pop round. And...

well, I read that he also knows about personal loans?

Yes, he's a broker. - Yes.

I'd like a personal loan.

Yes, but you have to comply to the rules and I'd have to look into it.

What do you need it for?

Your sports club is doing well, isn't it?

Well.

Your husband is a policeman.

It'd be disgraceful if he wasn't paid properly.

The guy risks his life for us, day in, day out.

But then again, you two are still young.

And your generation thinks the sky is the limit.

Why doesn't he just sell his motorbike?

If it's not possible, it's not possible. - No, I really want to help you.

I'll look into it for you.

Another coffee?

I'd love one.

That's been a while.

Could you do something for me?

I was thinking...

that my semen might be competition worthy, by now.

Number eight.

Shall we lend Rebecca some money?

What do you think?

No.

Exactly, that's what I was thinking too.

Such a kind woman.

Nobody will lend her money.

We'll offer her a low interest rate and flexible terms of repayment.

We can miss it.

He's forgetting a patch.

A smudge.

Do you want to know straightaway? - That'd be great.

I've borrowed some money.

From who? - That doesn't matter.

It fucking does matter. - From Jasper.

Who?

That dirty old pervert? No, Becky, no fucking way.

15,000 Euros, 5 percent interest and we pay it back in 3 years.

Why did you do it? - So you can clear your debts.

So things get back to normal.

Sort it out, Steve.

They are moving.

So they can fertilize an ovum? - If the ovum swims towards them.

So I can't impregnate my wife.

Bearing your history in mind, it's highly improbable.

Is Peter the father? And does Peter know about this?

You?

Whose child is this? - Mine and Peter's.

Are you a whore? - What did you say?

Scottie wants money, 10 grand.

Everything I believed in is turning into a lie.

Are you all right?

I was devastated that the rubber tore.

Honestly.