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JUST FRIENDS

-What is it? -Are you forgetting anything?

-I never forget anything, Mom. -If. Mothers Day !

Another Hitler invention.

-Who told you that ? -Grandma.

Grandma talks a lot. Will you be on time?

-Dad won't go far. -I'm picking up Moon. See you later.

I'm picking up Moon. See you later. All right ?

Oh fuck !

Hands off !

Did you finally decide to come?

Have you ever come to see him? With flowers for her birthday?

No ? Of course not.

-He was your father, you know. -Why 'your father' and not 'your husband'?

He wasn't just mine.

-I paid the price for 10 years. That's enough. -You paid for his grave with his money.

That makes me a profiteer and not you? The insatiable Joris.

She's not wrong.

For the formalities.

0421. It's him.

Mr. Gerlof Wierijn. That's right ?

-Is this a highlight? -Talk about a while...

I have exactly the same ones on my nightstand.

It's true. The same. For my delicate skin.

-Sarcasm is a cry for help. -Aren't you more cliché?

We are often asked for a ring as a souvenir.

-A ring ? -With the ashes.

In the ring?

Children can also use the ashes to get tattoos.

-It's possible ? -Of course.

We can go ? Right away !

Do you always have to act like an asshole?

-We almost forgot the most important thing. -I don't want it.

Awesome. You don't want it either, I imagine.

Rather die. It's yours now. You take care of it.

Here is.

Mom, look. It's the same packaging as where you buy your booze.

I go. Kisses.

-You should find yourself an apartment. -As if she could manage without me.

Wait. I forgot something.

Oh. Stay with me.

Whore. What else did you take?

-Too much GHB, lemon vodka, a joint. -Suck it, don't swallow it.

It's better, Yad.

-The prodigal son. -You have my number, right?

-Lightnings ?

-You like that, right? -Damn Mom, when I was six.

-The name of the Lord... -Should not be taken in vain, I know.

Sweetheart, you are wasting your life.

-You wanted to study medicine. -It was you who wanted that.

-What does it mean ? -Mom, please. Here we go again.

Yes, here we go again.

Ankie, I have to leave you. Yad has just returned home.

Temporarily, yes. Okay, hi.

Cleared. It is my bedroom.

-For Mother's Day ? -Don't touch it, it's mine.

-Dad. -Hello, habibi.

-How are you ? -GOOD.

-Have you finished writing your book? -Yes. Well almost.

-This summer. -That's it, this summer...

-Hello, room thief. -Hey, party boy.

Do not do that !

Show me.

-Not bad huh ? -Cool.

Approach.

It's funny.

You'll do your laundry and pay rent, okay?

Hello, Ankie. Do you like éclairs?

-Namaste, brother. -Namaste.

-Can I give lessons again? -I have more availability.

I'm putting you on the replacement list.

-Goldilocks... -Thanks, man.

-Hi, Fientje. -You're back.

-Back to square one. -Amsterdam, it's not that good.

-It's great, Amsterdam. -But you were lost...

I lost my bearings a little.

Why don't you come surf?

-I have to find a job. -You'll find one tomorrow, Goldilocks.

Welcome home, dad.

Not bad.

Be soft. It's much better.

Hello, Grandma.

No problem. I'm going to go to the supermarket.

I know. They're scammers.

It's only for housekeeping. No care, no shopping.

You will earn 14.50 per hour. Raw.

You can start right away.

If there is a problem, call me immediately. Here is my number.

THANKS.

-Do you have other addresses? -Like this one ? Yes, five.

-Just grumpy people, I bet? -You have no idea.

I have just started.

-Where are you from? -From my house.

I guess, smart guy.

-Where were you born ? -At my parents.

You have a good sense of humour. You must be Jewish.

It’s terrible what’s happening in Israel. Half the planet is on fire.

All these assholes everywhere. We always make the same mistakes.

-It's you ? -Yes, with Sasha, my neighbor.

She was my best friend. We played together all the time.

At the dodgeball, at the merchant...

I was the cashier. My father gave us a small room.

His whole family... Deported to the camps in one night.

I can still hear the army vehicles. And their boots.

I never saw her again.

-What did you study? -Medicine.

But I gave up. I'm a surf teacher now.

-Do you need anything else, Madam? -No Madame between us. Call me Ans.

-Madame, it’s for the Royal Palace. -The Palace has been empty for a long time.

It must be him. My Little Monkey.

What ?

It looks like a gorilla. Are you still taking that powdered shit?

They say on TV that it causes cancer. Eat a banana instead.

-You went back to these crooks. -Hello, Jodocus.

How are you ?

Oh no. Still having trouble at home?

-Yes. We just picked up Dad. -Pity. The urn?

You should have left him there. It's just ashes. Your father is here.

Yes, but my mother didn't want to pay anymore.

-Chocolate milk? -Yes please.

She's still your mother, and she will never change.

Well not from the inside.

She had her breasts done by the same charlatan.

-Is there Paula? -No. Didn't I tell you?

They screwed up his hip at the hospital.

She is at home, clinging to her crutches and her allowances. I have a new Paula.

You must be the Little Monkey.

-My name is Yad. -Joris.

-Yad is a surf teacher. -I know.

-You just told me, right? -Who me ?

It just started at my house.

Wouldn’t you like that? To go surfing?

Could you trim the hedge? The gardener has a herniated disc.

The neighbor complains. She drives me crazy.

No worries.

He is sporty, your grandson.

We no longer swear by these stupid torture devices.

Yes, incredible.

Gosh.

-It goes well ? -I'm going to buy another one.

You're crazy ? Change the cable.

Kisses.

Kisses.

-Not a bad bike. -This old thing? She belonged to her father.

-He feels bad about himself. -I never noticed.

Have you ever noticed...

- Does that make you laugh? -It's funny... Never noticed.

Jeanne, be careful not to lose an eye.

Never noticed...

FOUND

It's just me.

Strange... I'm sure I said I didn't want it... Yes, definitely.

Let's talk about it later... I'll call you back. See you.

I found a job. I do housework.

Household. Damn, Yad.

-Home help for the elderly. -You waste your life.

-Please. I'm 26 years old. -My children will not do housework.

-Study, like... -Like your sister. Got it.

Household ? Serious ?

-Studies ? Serious? -Give that back to me.

I'm going to shower.

I understand that mom doesn't want it.

-I understand that dad cheated on her. -There was a time when she was crazy about him.

But he always wanted more.

-Don't you miss him? -Sometimes.

But he is there.

You can get a tattoo. With the ashes. Mom doesn't have to know.

I'm going to take surfing lessons.

What ? Have you ever had a sense of balance?

Remember when you knocked out two of your teeth while skateboarding?

Find a gay sport. To see people. Throwing handbags for example.

Mom doesn't want any in the house. Can you keep it in your attic?

-Some time. -No.

-They are a little less burnt. -You're a real boss.

Moon, shouldn't you have stopped? You promised Bart.

-Moon, seriously. -How are you.

I think we need to change the ass. That makes you laugh ?

-Thank you, Bart. -You're leaving already ?

-It was nice. See you. -See you.

-Do you pay by card? -Yes.

Look at me.

-Is it obligatory? -Yes, for your badge.

Oh, sorry.

-By the way, who will be my teacher? -Me why ?

I'll think about it.

Years, your Little Monkey is here.

Hello, my Little Monkey.

What are you listening to?

-What ? -What ?

-What are you listening to? -Spotify.

-What music? -You do not know.

That's not knowing me well.

Sufjan Stevens. Cool.

This guy gives you goosebumps. He hated his parents.

Everybody knows that. Real garbage.

I can ?

Good Iver. Awesome.

Who is that ?

-It's beautiful. -Yes.

-I will follow you. -Follow me ?

-Yes. On Spotify. -OK.

-What do you think of eels? -No, gross.

You're not a real Dutchman then.

-No new cable then? -No.

-How much does it cost ? -Nothing. Happy birthday.

Will you give me your number?

06-24552961.

06-2455...

Message from Yad Mousa

Hi! Spotify buddy!

Hi ! Available tomorrow afternoon?

Have you forgotten your keys again?

You have arteriosclerosis. It was you who told me to ring the bell.

Take off your heels, before you kill this poor cat by stepping on it.

I came to talk about your birthday.

On TV they say it could explode.

Fake news.

-What the hell is this thing... -You don't like my antiques?

This old thing. Get rid of it.

-All you have to do is go to a furniture store. -Certainly not.

I don't want to live in an Ikea store. It’s a place to live here.

It's on me. No worries.

Are you going to stay long? My home help is here.

Am I still disturbing? Is Saint Paula there?

Paula, I won't take too long.

-You have to celebrate your 80th birthday. -You don't need anything at all.

There is no obligation to celebrate.

Look, Jamie van Heije in Ouderkerk. He is a very great leader.

Or this one. Neat, in Bussum.

They are starry. A reinterpretation of French cuisine.

I don't want one of your fancy restaurants with three rows of cutlery.

-Even with 12 stars in the Mussolini Guide. -Michelin, Mom.

That's it, blah blah blah. I prefer to eat croquettes.

Who's talking about kibble?

-Are you welcoming refugees now? -Don't talk nonsense, Simone.

-Here is my new Paula. -The girl. I've heard a lot about you.

I am Yad.

Yad is a great boy.

-You never read the newspapers? -He's not a refugee. He is Jewish.

If he is Jewish, I am Mongolian.

I would have said Spanish, with that tan.

It looks good on you, mind you.

You hid your valuables, I hope?

Give me your key. I need it for him.

-Ah good ? -Yes.

Who will come get you if you have a seizure in your shower?

A heart attack in your bed? Or sciatica?

-Him maybe? -I do not care. We all have to die one day.

Never mind. I must have a spare somewhere.

-Goodbye Simone. -Goodbye, Paula from Cayennistan.

-Girls are nice with their mothers, right? -As if mothers were all angels.

Too bad though... She was an adorable kid full of humor.

Now it's all redone and smells of alcohol.

You knew ? That Grandma had a new home help. A Muslim.

This is unthinkable in these times. But not for home help...

With an old lady like that. This is unacceptable.

-Maybe he's nice to Grandma. -Nice, my ass.

He would steal it with impunity and we wouldn't be able to say anything, it would be discrimination.

Everything is discrimination these days. And who pays? It's me !

-With dad's money. -What's the difference ?

-My pleasure. -Shall I take you for a motorcycle ride?

He works, right?

What is wrong with you ? Something is happening.

-I'm going to shower. -Take care of your body.

You're the one who says that!

-To which it is ? -To my mother.

-Where are we going ? -You'll see.

Do not do that. Put both hands on the handlebars.

Why did you come back?

Amsterdam was so cool. My studies were too boring.

Too much is never good, as your grandmother would say.

And you ? You are studying ?

No. Not at the moment.

What does your mother think?

My mother ?

Do you get along well with her?

Meh.

Are you going back to Amsterdam?

No.

Amsterdam is not that good.

Look at. It looks like a cock.

Whore. You faggot.

-Manke Nelis? -Yes. He had a wooden leg.

I was dancing to that with Jan, until before he died.

15 years ago.

He was a good man. But he never told me anything about my cooking.

I said to him: ©Jan, do you like it?'

He replied: 'If I didn't like it, I would have told you.' He was like that.

My god, this is the end for him.

I told the vet:

'I don't want him to suffer.' And she gave him expensive injections.

Listen to this, Ans.

-What if we went to Amsterdam one day? -Who me ? Not at my age...

Oh, it must be him.

In silence, with no one on the horizon

Is that what you call 'working'?

-I am a home helper for the elderly. -Be careful what you say.

He's nice, your new boyfriend.

Because we're better off alone to cry.

Hello.

Will you be careful with all these illnesses?

Did you hear this on TV?

It is only me.

Come on, tell me. You're in love ?

You kidding.

He is quite ordinary.

-How so ? -Well, look at him.

-It's not possible, Yad. -He's not so bad, is he?

What will mom say? 'You are no longer my son.'

I say this to annoy you. Mom will accept it.

She ? No way. She hated Leo, she ruined that too.

Send him a heart. He's super cute.

Except for his clothes which are too ugly.

A heart. Right away.

It was my father's last project.

It's beautiful.

He never finished it. He had a heart attack.

And my mother was well compensated by the insurance companies.

-How old were you when he died? -Eleven and a half.

You miss him ?

I heard you want to sign up for surf lessons.

It's true.

-To surf or be with me? -No, that looks like fun.

It shouldn't be that difficult, right?

It is going well.

-I can't do it. -Never give up, as your grandmother would say. I'll help you.***

Stop getting upset.

It'll be OK.

Get up, I'll stabilize you. Find balance.

GOOD. Find balance.

Okay. Stabilize yourself.

Grab this, and relax your legs.

Stabilize yourself, use your weight. I've got you.

Not with the back. With the legs. All right ?

Push the top of your buttocks forward. You feel ?

Yes, I feel it now.

The other hand. Pull on it until the sail is taut. We're going to change course.

What does it mean ?

There is no right or left on the water. Only the sail and the wind.

-GOOD. Alright. -He has real talent, it seems.

What am I doing with him?

Your mother will ask herself the same question.

-He is so cute. -Me too.

And cute. And seriously sexy.

-You were missing a cock, Fientje. -Oh damn, is that it?

-That's quite right. -I was wondering what I was missing.

-I can give lessons again. -Awesome.

-You like giving lessons, right? -If I could, I would take over this school.

You have to change tack.

There is no right or left on the water. Only the sail and the wind.

I don't talk like that at all.

Do you think I'm stupid?

We've known each other for a while. Maybe I could get you something.

A dinner. If you want.

I'm interested.

Do you know The American Diner?

Ok. But then we pull out all the stops.

-What a weird outfit. -I have a date.

Stop messing around. Did you smoke or what?

-Are you sober or what? -Sorry. Mom is sorry.

I'm going to get my boyfriend. We don't care about your opinion.

But the caterer has just delivered to us. Dear ?

Children grow up quickly, Mom.

Yad, I have a meeting with the deputy mayor.

Which one do I wear? This one or that one? Which tastes better?

You don't usually like my taste.

My job is too dirty. My friends aren't good enough for me.

Leo wasn't a good person.

So this one will be the same?

-Oh, is that him? -Pardon ?

I've known about it for a long time. I am not stupid.

SO ?

-What ? -What do you think ?

-Do you want my opinion ? -Yes please.

I do not validate.

Go in your panties, Mom. You will have a bigger grant.

Do you know how long it took me?

What a handsome man.

Beautiful, but difficult. You should be careful.

Oh, guys. Look there.

-They're fags. -Faggots, fags...

Mr. Allah, kitty, kitty...

Those are two dirty fags, right?

Faggot.

They're allergic to cats, right?

Forget it, Joris.

Pardon.

Sorry, my darling.

Faggot.

What is written on your t-shirt?

Rooster. Do you know what that means, girls?

That means cock in English, girls. You are in the wrong place.

He just needs a cock.

-He just needs a cock. -Cleared. Let go of me.

-Yad, wait. -Did it have to be?

-What's your problem ? -My problem ? It's them.

What do we care about them?

You have to strike first, or they'll get you.

Wouldn't you have done the same?

In your opinion ? It's so stupid to do that.

-How was it ? -Nice.

It shows.

Ha, ha! It was great.

-Stay stylish, okay? -See you.

Will we still see each other tomorrow?

-We were flying kites at the time. -In Israel?

-In Syria. -I thought you came from Israel.

-No, from Syria. -I don't care where you come from.

It's stupid to say that.

Are you interested where I come from? That's what I was trying to say.

-How does your mother think of me? -My mother ?

I don't give a damn.

-SO ? -I didn't ask him.

It's what we want that counts. Who cares about her, she's crazy.

But why ?

-It has nothing to do with you. -That should reassure me?

You're cute, sexy, kind. But I just came back, I'm not sure I'll stay.

Maybe I'll leave again.

Look at us. It's not going to work.

I stop.

We can stay friends.

Stay friends? What does it mean ?

Are you going home on foot?

-In Maastricht. -A store ?

-What ? -Bathrooms.

You leave me alone again. Maastricht. And then what else...

Dad, here we are.

Can you help me ? I was looking for activities for children.

For the asylum seekers center.

What if you gave them surfing lessons? The water isn't too hard.

-Good idea. Make my hobby useful. -Quite. That's what I was trying to say.

Useful for children. Because there is water everywhere.

They didn't survive their horrible boat trip to drown here.

You know what ? Keep smoking weed all day long.

You messed up your studies. Good game.

-Don't forget my terrible friends. -Don't start with that.

-Where are you going ? -To smoke.

Maryam, calm down.

Your mother is too worried. About you.

More than about Lely.

Your mother says she'll be fine. But society is much harder on you.

-Worry? -Yes.

Make up or I'll write nasty things about you.

Very unpleasant.

I had more tissues. Hold.

What is this cheesy scene?

Joris, I'm going to see Dr. Sevasani. In Belgium, you know?

It's going to take a while.

The new Paula.

-Does Yad think I'm stupid? -Interesting question.

You are kind. It's true. His mother's nice boy.

-I won't set foot in this charlatan's house again. -I told you, he's good for nothing.

Good-for-nothing.

-You drank ? -Yes quite.

-You too ? -If only.

-You broke ? -How so ?

Come see your mother for a moment. Come, my darling.

It's better that way. You were too different.

Different ?

Too different? Like you and dad, right?

Your underwear is inside out.

You have your father's ass.

Stay in the center of the board, and not too far forward. For what ?

Otherwise your ass will be wet. For what ? Otherwise...

-Your ass will be wet. -It's good. THANKS.

Grab your paddles. Your arm should still be there.

At your shoulder level. The left at your hips.

Not like that, like that. Otherwise...

-Your ass will be wet. -Alright. He understood.

-I think I like it more. -Yad, do you have a second?

Continue. Alright. I will be back.

You better go home, okay?

We continue. Take your paddle. Great.

Get on the board.

It's a great video.

Hold on.

Just one.

It's been a long time. The last time was with your father.

It's stronger than back then.

Hello, Grandma.

-Yes. I'm coming. -What ?

-Jodocus is in bad shape. -Oh my God.

Yad was with me this morning. He wasn't doing well.

So what ?

-Even the best couples argue. -We're not married.

It didn't work out between us at all. And he doesn't even like me...

The poor creature is at the end of his strength. A blind man would realize that.

-Do you have any special wishes? -Let people be kind.

Burial or cremation, I mean. Collective cremation is possible.

-Or alone. In this case you will have an urn. -No, no urn.

-What is no longer is no more. -You want to leave it here?

You had a good life with me, didn't you, old man?

Don't you want another one?

And after ? I'm not going to get a new pet at my age.

Let's go have a drink, old man.

Cheers.

Grandma?

Was mom crazy about dad?

Like half of Almere. That's why she was so jealous.

Especially Belinda, with her big tits.

-That's where she started the operations. -But she was crazy about him?

Completely crazy. Totally crazy about him.

I'll tell you, boy: you can't control love. It's the opposite.

I'm going to offer you this sentence as a registration. For your birthday.

Go see it. Look him in the eyes, rather than using these things.

-He never wants to see me again. -I didn't have that impression.

Never say never, boy.

-I prefer port. -You are like your mother.

Do you have any photos of Dad and me?

No, sorry. I have nothing.

It's for me.

It's Ankie. Or Flower.

-I need to talk to Yad. -Oh yes ? What about ?

He is not here.

He went out for a walk. Surf. So...

You don't like me very much.

You don't even know me.

You'll never do that to me again. It's so cowardly.

My god, what are these horrors?

Taste can be learned, Mom.

Is this a slaughterhouse carpet? It looks like a bloodbath.

What did you do with Gerlof's things? Your son asked me the question.

Don't interfere in my education.

If you continue like this, I have no choice.

A little maternal love, that's all he's waiting for.

Maternal love? Seriously, Mom? Wait a bit.

Where were you at the time? When Gerlof and Belinda...

-So? -Your father came from...

Not that excuse. Had he just died? It had already been two years.

Your daughter was inconsolable, and you weren't there. Motherly love, my ass.

Smoking is prohibited here.

I do not smoke. She's as fake as all your crap.

You see ? It's not just me who thinks so.

The key to the warehouse.

It's not important. Old stuff.

-Old things? -Yes. Things.

Shit. Your father's LPs.

Have you been lying to me all these years?

-You said there was nothing left. -I saved everything for you.

-I never do anything well. -Never say never.

He's there ?

You have no interest. I'll take it from you.

Your turn now.

Rated X. There you go.

Nice butt.

-How did you... -Your mother.

This is my father.

Not bad huh ?

Come this way.

-Pardon. You first. -No you first.

I'm sorry.

Is everything back to normal between you?

Memories. In 1943, I was walking here with my friend Sasha.

Suddenly eight Boches arrived on the bridge. I was scared to death.

One of the soldiers gave me a piece of chocolate.

I should have thrown it on the ground, but I was afraid.

I continued on my way, with my chocolate, to Kerkstraat.

At Kerkstraat, I finally dared to look. He was all melted. Because of stress.

I licked everything anyway.

Come on, it's my birthday. My birthday.

The world is going badly, but we have to keep smiling.

-It's true. -Is not it ?

What is this...

No... Look at this. Moon, my little one...

Happy birthday, Grandma.

-For you. -This bouquet is huge.

-I'm still alive. -80 is not nothing.

-A kibble? -So cute, what a surprise!

Long, long...

Long live you...

I get sentimental with age.

-Best wishes, Mom. -My darling...

What a surprise, huh?

Oh, boy.

My darling, you have to blow on it.

It's nice, isn't it?

It's worth its weight in gold.

Ah good ? So I'm going to sell it right away.

Another plate of croquettes. To hell with poverty.

Another gift? Really ? It's so nice.

-It's an inscription. -A registration, my boy?

I'm dying of impatience.

We can't control love. It's the opposite.

It's the truth. It's adorable, isn't it?

-Relax. -I'm kidding.

Come on buddy, let's go.

Mom. A final tribute.

He doesn't want to go out.

-Dad turned to stone. -What a good-for-nothing guy...

Go help him.

Let me do.

-You look more and more like your father. -And you to your mother.

Honey, don't take this the wrong way,

but I heard that e-cigarettes can cause cancer.

-I don't know where... -On TV.

No, on the radio. I'm not completely crazy.

Adaptation: Jérôme Nunes