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THE POOL

Daydreaming again?

Well, it's the circle of life.

Come on, everyone's waiting.

Look who's back.

Why don't we stay here? Nothing wrong with it.

Hear that?

And we wanted somewhere with water, right? Come on.

Now we can get through easily. - Yes, but do we want to?

If we really want to camp "in the wild" that's the place to be, it's deserted.

Surely there'll be a warden?

If you're scared, Rob, we can always go back to that campsite we passed.

I'm not sure, Len. That sign's there for a reason.

Come on, Mum. What could possibly go wrong?

Alright, let's do it. - Come on.

I'll hold it open.

Everything's falling out. Oh...

Jan, are you coming?

Shit!

I'm sorry, man. - Arsehole!

Jesus, stop that childish nonsense!

Ouch! Len, where the hell are you going?

No idea. But that was the idea.

Where do you want to go? It'll be dark soon.

Trust me, we'll be there soon. - Where will we be soon?

Alright.

You guys wait here.

But Len...

You've got to be kidding!

Now you'll have to chat with us!

Can we still turn back?

You should have thought of that before, he's loving it.

I'm not putting up a tent in the rain. - A bit different from last year.

Where did you go last year? - Italian Riviera.

Why did you agree to this? - You can talk, you married him.

We were in Florida. That was cool.

Fucking massive crocodiles.

Yep, but that was last year...

I almost lost you.

I've found the perfect spot. Come on, guys, let's go.

One, two...

Ready!

Amazing! - Yeah.

I've got slime between my toes.

Only a girl would say that. - In case you hadn't noticed: I am a girl.

Oh, yuck.

Well, that was delicious, Sylke.

We've done well so far, Rob. Beautiful spot, great food...

no bothersome neighbours. What more could you want?

Rob, shall I...

Guys, for you this is a normal holiday...

but for Rob and me it's more.

When the bank made us redundant...

I started thinking about a fresh start.

What is this about? - A business.

Our own business. Financial advice for small companies.

Providing client-centred services. What banks should be doing, but don't.

Why go job-hunting when we can create jobs for ourselves?

That's certainly a surprise. - Well.

This week gives us a chance to iron out the details a little.

But we're mainly here to relax, right? - And how are you planning to fund this?

Shall we talk about this another time?

Listen, we've had a great meal and we're in a beautiful spot.

True beauty is closer than you think.

True! Syl, you don't normally like camping, do you?

Well, look around. Isn't this paradise?

Reminds me of when I was a scout. We had nothing.

If there was no fire you ate your food raw or not at all. It was that simple.

Right boys, you're on washing up duty, chop chop.

Hey guys, have you heard the stories about this place?

What stories? - They're pretty terrifying.

Actually, I'd better not, just before bed. - Oh go on.

Alright, they say that people have been vanishing from this area...

for centuries.

A few years ago four boys disappeared.

It was like they had gone up in smoke.

There were all sorts of theories about what caused the disappearances.

Some said paedophiles, or quick sand.

But the locals swear...

that something lives in these fens...

something we don't understand...

lurking unseen in the bottom of the pools...

waiting, waiting ever so patiently...

for decades sometimes...

until a hapless passer-by comes just a bit too close...

Pussies.

Get lost, man.

So what do you think of Emilie?

Hey? Remember that barbecue?

Before her parents got divorced?

She dropped all those plates, remember?

Yeah? So?

She had this big retainer and she'd got sauce on it and shit.

She was a real fucking nerd then, and just look at her now.

Anyway, I'm kind of glad I came.

I'm making Emilie my holiday-project.

Lucky her.

Can I go to sleep now? - Go to sleep then.

Yeah, can I? - Go on then.

Oh thanks, man. - Nighty-night.

Whatever. Night. - Kiss kiss.

Fag.

You're too afraid to go swimming because you worry she might see your tiny dick.

Loser.

Tazelaar's bad breath, whispering hot tips in your ear.

There's one thing I know you'll miss. - Yeah?

The Nijenrode-bitches. - What?

Those hyper confident power girls at the bank...

with their tight skirts, pearls, stilettos...

Woof!

They always made Lennaert nervous when they were hanging around, didn't they?

He's talking shit.

I mean, of course you look at them, but that's why they do it...

You're just making it worse.

So, what's in that thing anyway?

Why am I not getting any?

Good night.

Emilie?

Wake up! Hey!

Breakfast is served.

It's alive!

What the fuck did you do last night?

Frodo Baggins from the Shire!

Loser.

My God, that's vile. Here, look.

I'm not buying organic apples again.

Hey, hello! Where are you going?

Here.

Ten inches deep before you deposit or we'll be living in a sewer in no time.

Wait.

Afterwards wash your hands with this, to prevent cholera.

Jesus, Dad.

Thank you nurse.

Lennaert, the gas is finished already.

Impossible. they're brand new.

How is this possible? It's a day old. Hardly been used.

They're all new, how can they be empty? - So we have no gas?

You're kidding, I want coffee!

Well, we're not building a fire now and attracting the warden.

But I need coffee now. - If you need a drink, there's water.

Water? What water? You just said we have to boil everything.

Disgusting.

Where did you buy the meat? At the market?

No, just in the supermarket.

It wasn't even on special offer.

Okay everyone.

Gather round.

Hello!

Listen.

For you, for some of you in any case, this is a new experience...

but camping is more than just lounging around on the grass.

There are tasks to perform to make the most of camping...

like finding fire wood.

Alright, we're forming three teams. First team gathers big blocks of wood...

the second team collects big branches and the third team finds kindling.

To sweeten the deal, I'm introducing a secondary objective:

"Survival in the Wild".

Every team has to find something edible.

There are bonus points for the team that finds the most nutritious food.

Questions? No questions.

Mein Fuhrer, is there a prize for the team that earns the most points?

Yes, at the end of the week there will be a prize.

At the end of the week... so there will be more "into the wild" tasks?

You bet. Soon you'll be able to survive with nothing but a pen knife.

Thanks Dad, for a minute I was worried we'd have to sunbathe all week.

Alright guys, enough with the sarcasm. What are the teams?

Yes, great...

The teams. Pick a name out of the hat and that's your partner.

Whoop-de-do. Jan. Great.

What are you doing? - It was my own name.

Sylke!

Okay people, may the best team win and God be with you.

This is typical of my dad.

What a load of bullshit, man, where the fuck do you find something edible?

Don't worry about it.

Rob?

Come here.

No, Syl. Not now.

Why not? I'm going crazy!

You say no...

but I feel here someone who says yes.

Ah, there you are at last.

Taking another dump? What have you got there?

Spring onions.

Very good, wild spring onions.

But I think Emilie's cepes win on the nutrition front.

Poor beggars, want to see something nutritious?

Jesus, how did you manage that?

Simple. Just clubbed it to death, like a baby seal.

Okay, and it stayed stock still, didn't move?

Evidently not.

Did it ever move? - Of course!

At some point.

Jesus, man, you can't eat that!

God knows what diseases it's had. Even a child knows that!

Do you have to take everything so seriously, Mr Scout Leader?

With your stupid games. We're on holiday, remember?

What are you doing?

You're polluting the water supply.

Nonsense. The whole lake is full of dead crap.

Thanks Dad, I was about to go for a swim.

I'm just going to...

Can I have a go, Dad?

Not a chance. Buy your own knife.

Coffee. Coffee first.

Stick it under here...

under here, then wrap it round...

And then slide it off? - No, first you do this...

then slide off.

Ah, that hits the spot. I've had worse in a five star restaurant.

Tinned Frankfurters and baked beans.

I think Sylke deserves bonus points. - Thanks.

Really? Why? All she did was chuck it in a pan and warm it up.

Am I getting bonus points too? I opened the tin, after all.

I'm paying your wife a compliment. Is that not allowed?

Maybe you should have paid Monique a few more compliments.

As soon as I lost my job, she was gone. Bitch.

Don't.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Hello?

Jan. You're sleep-walking?

No, I saw something in the water.

A bird or something.

No, no, I really did.

A duck. - No, I saw something.

Come on, time to sleep.

Take me with you.

Jesus!

Rob? - What's the matter?

In my tent.

Are you okay?

Yuck.

You...

Right...

Which sick bastard thinks this is funny?

Surely you don't think we did this?

Hey, numbskull, you don't think I'd pull a childish stunt like this?

No, the fairies did it. - Come and see this!

Jesus!

Fuck!

Which one of you is so desperate to go home

that he thought he'd ruin it for everybody?

Well, tough luck, we're not letting any adolescent pranks spoil the fun.

"Adolescent pranks"? - Lennaert, enough. We're going home.

No, wait a minute.

No, we're done. - No, let everyone have a think.

Wait a minute, Syl.

I think everyone has had enough survivalist camping for one year.

Guys, please, let's not throw in the towel this easily.

I think Syl might have a point.

Jan, what do you think?

I think we should give it one more day. We'll leave tomorrow.

That's a fair compromise, don't you think? - Sure, why not?

One more day can't hurt, surely?

So what will we eat?

Alright, fine.

Empty your backpack and come with me.

Dad!

Stop it...

Alright, three hours to the car, two hours to do the shopping...

back by the end of the afternoon. Okay?

Dad, shouldn't we have been at that fence by now?

We're taking a more direct route to the car.

Jan, tell me honestly, did you mess with the food? And the rabbit?

No, of course not, why would I?

Somebody must have done it.

You wouldn't believe me.

Dad, why did Rob and Monique split up?

You know... stuff.

Was there someone else?

Why do you ask?

Jan?

Jan?

Why do you want to know?

There you are at last! We're starving.

This is the Netherlands, not the Amazon!

You're such an idiot!

We've got one tin of beans and some Cup-a-Soup. What are we going to eat?

Where is Rob?

What does he think he's going to catch?

Seriously, what are you using as bait? - Rabbit's head.

Okay, and what do you think you're going to catch with that?

Eel. Lamprey, to be precise.

How about you? Good shopping trip?

Was it something I said?

Fucking flies.

I think our team has earned a lot of points today, Syl.

We're the only ones who didn't come back empty handed.

Rob, please!

Ah, home tomorrow! Hot bath in the morning, my latte... Glorious.

Jan, could you get your father, we're almost ready to eat.

You were swimming. - The water is cold.

We thought we were in the middle of nowhere. We just got totally lost.

Is there a village nearby?

Or a supermarket?

Can I let you in on a secret? We all have one chance at happiness.

Just one chance.

Are you a brave man? - Brave?

Help me. Take me with you.

Dad!

Dad!

I've been sent to get you, it's dinner time.

Cheer up, don't look so glum.

We're on holiday!

Are you coming?

Do you know what we're having? - Eels.

Scavengers. I won't eat them.

Tell them you couldn't find me.

What?

I couldn't find him.

He probably got lost again.

Bouillabaisse de lamprey.

In Portugal, lamprey is a delicacy.

Costs the earth, if it's available.

Delicious, mum! - Really?

Thanks to Rob.

I just provided the ingredients and your mother turned them into a feast.

There is plenty left, for when the Wanderer returns.

That's it...

Take me away.

Take me away...

Marco.

Jesus, that's gross.

Jan, come and help.

Len?

Len!

Sleep.

It's done, you should sleep. Go on, everything is fine. Sleep.

We have to leave. Darling, let him be.

Sylke, darling, we have to...

Let him be, we have to go.

Dad?

Thank you.

I'm proud of you.

Len?

This needs medical attention. Another reason to get the hell out.

Lenny?

Len, have a look at this.

Ouch! Careful!

No, that doesn't look good.

Emilie, can you wake your Dad up?

What is it with all these lazy men?

Dad?

Emilie? What's the matter?

Emilie!

Oh my God...

He choked to death in his sleep. - Jesus...

Jesus, Jesus...

Nothing.

We have to report this.

Yes, but how? - We'll just have to go back.

And what about him? We can't just...

First we wash him, clean up...

then we zip up the tent and get the police.

What else can we do?

I'm staying with Daddy.

Of course, I'll stay with you.

No, you go with Dad.

I'll stay here.

Oh, piss off with your fucking compass.

Why don't you have a simple one that works? But no.

It's like you're doing it on purpose, idiot.

Jesus, Sylke please.

Is this all just one big fucking challenge to you?

Sylke!

Come quickly!

There's nothing wrong with the compass. It won awards.

It's terrible, but this is the only solution.

Yes, it is now.

If we hadn't got lost, if we'd had a normal compass...

Is that what you want to hear? That it's all my fault?

Alright, it's all my fault. Jesus Christ, we need to be realistic!

Dickhead!

It's gone septic! He'll die if we don't.

Just do it! Do it! Shit, man!

Oh no, if you think I'm going to...

Go away! Go away!

Jan, hold his hand.

Hold his hand.

Grit your teeth.

One, two...

Where did you get those?

It's awkward, but I found them in Rob's tent this morning...

What?

Turns out he had his own secret stash.

Well done, Dad. Nice and subtle too!

Oh, you don't want one either?

Never mind.

But that arsehole... - You can have mine.

Jan?

Do you think Dad is losing it?

He just cut my fucking finger off.

He didn't even blink. He enjoyed it!

I could see it.

Keep an eye on him, ok?

We're brothers.

I'll get you out of here.

We'll leave together.

Someone has to take your place.

I know who.

I know who.

Come...

Come to me...

So you're just going to give up?

It would be better if we save our strength today.

Save your own strength, I'm going. Boys?

Fine, I'll go by myself. - Sylke, wait! I'll come with you.

Good.

Is that wise?

If you have a better idea, say so. Just staying put won't solve anything.

Okay...

I've got a different plan.

You can't see anything.

Jan, give me a hand.

Dad, what are you doing? - We want a fire, don't we?

You can't do that! - Why not?

We can't leave him like this. Besides, most cultures burn their dead.

No, no, we should just wait. - Wait?

For what? He's already a source of infection. Look at your finger!

Fucking hell.

When Emilie comes back, she'll be really upset again.

Well, you can explain it to her. - Of course.

She's a lovely girl, but she is very vulnerable at the moment.

I know, Dad.

She's not just some girl you've picked up in a bar.

What do you mean?

Come on, man.

I'm not blind.

In our stressful situation everything is heightened.

It would be easy to let things go too far, to make a mistake.

Dad, I think we... - I don't give a shit what you think.

Keep your hands off her, understood?

When we get back home you can fuck like bunnies, but not here. Clear?

Not here.

Let's go.

Lennaert...

Was this your idea, Lennaert?

Lennaert!

What are you doing?

Why are you messing about with that fucking shell?

Leave me be.

I'm fine.

You worthless, useless dickhead!

I wasted my life on you!

Do you have any idea how much I hate you, you demented twat?

Don't touch me!

Don't you dare touch me again.

But I need to clean the wound. - Piss off!

Let me do it.

You creep! You're such a weak, puffed up wanker.

You mustn't get so worked up. - Shut up!

I mustn't anything!

When I started seeing Rob I felt guilty, but that is all over now.

God, that man could fuck.

You're an amateur by comparison.

You and I. Together forever.

I knew your dick was small, but when I saw his...

I actually felt sorry for you.

Come to me.

She's delirious. She's got concussion.

Sure, go, Run away again.

Lennaert?

It's going well.

Burning everything is good.

If you want a fresh start you must wipe out the old pain first.

And you want a fresh start, Lennaert?

I'm so afraid of losing everything.

Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to gain something more beautiful.

So perfect...

You should eat.

We've only got a few plants.

I promise...

I've been waiting so long for someone like you.

Come with me. Promise me.

Do what you have to do.

Tomorrow.

Yes. - Tomorrow.

For us. For you.

I'll do it. Tomorrow.

What Sylke said, that was nonsense, wasn't it?

That she and Dad...

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm okay.

Still a bit dizzy and it itches like crazy, but that's good.

If it's itching, that means it's healing, right?

Hey, boys.

My boys.

Promise.

Promise me.

What do you want us to promise?

Look out for each other when I'm gone.

Mama, please. - Promise.

Of course, Mum, we're brothers.

Emilie...

You're such a sweetheart.

And you're still a virgin, aren't you?

Such an overrated virtue.

Best to start as soon as you can.

I know what I'd do if I was your age.

My God...

All those cute boys I could have had...

Why did I let them go? - Mum.

What do you mean, Mum?

Do something.

Do something.

Do something.

That's enough now. - No.

No, it has only just begun. This is important.

No, let's go to bed. - Emilie!

Emilie, promise, promise me.

Emilie? - You have to sleep. Sleep heals.

Emilie, promise me.

Sleep restores.

Mum!

Leave me alone, you bitch!

Mum...

Here it is, I can feel it, I can feel her.

I feel her.

Come, darling. It's almost over. Are you coming?

Not in the water. Please, not in the water.

Please, I don't deserve that. Not in the water.

But we can't afford it.

And then she just laughed...

and laughed...

and laughed.

Yuck.

It looked really good on the window sill.

Because of the light, you see.

What?

Oh God. Honey...

Guys...

Can you find something edible in the forest?

Sylke needs to eat, keep up her strength.

Please?

Dad.

Wait for me!

Listen.

We're leaving.

What? - We're leaving, just the two of us.

You won't get anywhere. - We want to try.

And we want to be alone.

You understand?

No.

It's lovely weather.

Fancy a walk?

Bit of fresh air?

Len...

I did love you.

I loved you too.

I still do.

Shall we go?

Come.

You bastard! Arsehole!

I'm not going to fight you, Jan.

You bastard!

Lennaert.

Hurry, Lennaert, hurry!

Hurry!

Hurry!

Shit, man!

What are you doing?

Why don't you do as you're told?

What do you want? Fuck off and die, you old nutcase!

What do you want?

What did I fucking tell you? Dickhead!

Are you deaf? She's not yours, hands off!

Jan, I had to. I had to.

Shh, yes...

Everything'll be ok.

Let your father take care of the rest.

Sleep.

Shut up!

Bitch!

Shut up! Shut up!

Get Marco's sleeping bag. Now!

Jan! This won't work.

She has to be pure. This is pointless.

Help!

Fucking hell. Let go of me.

Don't!

It's her you need!

It's over.

What do we do now?