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Yes, where were we?

Annie, your mother and I are getting a divorce.

Sorry, hold on. Why now?

-I don't want you to see her anymore. -She's one of my best friends.

Since you guys fucked?

It was fucking six months ago.

Until everything is fine again we can't see and talk to each other.

Hey, Monique, this is Anne. Listen, I threw up all night.

I really don't feel well.

Yes…

Yes, thanks. Bye.

Hey, don't you have to go to work?

-I called in sick. -Oh, why?

Because I don't want to be around you and I just want to get out of here.

Oh, I just don't feel well. I'm going to visit my parents.

-Okay. So I'll see you on Sunday? -Yes.

So this is what the end of a marriage looks like.

Excuse me.

-Shit. -Oh, sorry.

No, not that towel. Not…

-What else should I do then? -Yeah…

Goddammit.

Oh, I can't handle this, guys.

Thanks.

SOLD

Ah, there she is. Lies?

Jos, let's keep things civil this weekend, all right?

Annie!

Hi.

-Hey, Dad. Everything all right? -Absolutely.

-Hi, darling. -Hi.

-I see the house has been sold. -Yes.

So, how are things here?

-Fine. -Nice.

I ran into Lilly's mom at the supermarket.

How is she?

-She said Lilly isn't doing too well. -Oh, shit.

-You didn't know? -No, I told you, we're not in touch.

I think we should talk about what's going to happen in the coming period.

The house has to be vacated soon and there's still a lot of packing to do.

-The divorce is almost formalized and… -Sorry, do I really need to know all this?

What do you mean?

Do I really have to know when you signed the papers?

I have other things on my mind.

We just want to involve you, so you don't feel forgotten.

Oh, don't worry, I'm feeling very involved.

-Would you prefer us to… -Dad, I don't want to talk about it.

-Okay. -Yes.

You'll sleep in your own room, I'll take the sofa bed in the living room.

You have to sort your stuff. We have to throw a lot away.

What?

Jesus, I thought I came here to relax.

It's not a hotel.

Anne also needs time to get used to the idea.

And you wanted to keep things civil.

Everyone has to get used to it. Me too.

Guys, I don't want to talk about it. Can we talk about something else?

-Yes. How's work? -I don't want to talk about that either.

-They're your mother's. -The Stones?

-Really? That's funny. -Look, this one is mine.

I know, Dad. We always had to listen to that in the car on our way to France.

-Had to? -Yes.

I still see myself as teenager sitting there on the backseat.

I wanted to listen to Kelly Clarkson, but no…

-I can appreciate it more now. -You see?

You just have to get older to understand certain things.

Yeah, right.

Oh, shit, Dad. Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay.

I want to talk about anything but this.

Do you want to talk about it?

-I'm sorry about this afternoon, I… -No. No, it's fine.

Thank God.

-Do you remember this one? -Yes. Absolutely.

Okay, here we go.

-Yes, I did like this one. -Huh? I can't hear you.

Mom?

No…

Mom…

I thought I was emotionally unstable, but you and Dad are beating me at that.

-Guess it runs in the family. -Yeah, great.

Okay, over. Done.

-Let me get this. -Yes, I'll grab a…

There.

-Dad's sad as well, you know. -Yes.

Are you really sure, Mom?

You both seem so…

Yeah…

Nobody wants to get a divorce. I'm…

I was…

It's very hard to talk about.

-So let's not. -No, okay.

-Let's keep things nice this weekend. -Yes, okay.

-Coffee? -Yes, lovely.

In love with Jonas, yeah right.

My God, Jippie, I'm at my parents',

looking at all this crazy stuff from our school days.

A lot of fan fiction and short stories and ideas and stuff.

I used to write so fucking much.

But I was thinking, maybe I want to make a podcast.

Like the journey towards my first book, while talking to other writers.

Or does that suck?

Anyway, maybe we could do it together. That you make the jingle and do the edit?

Anyway, long story. Bye.

-I'm thinking about starting a podcast. -Oh?

Yes. Do you remember how much I used to write? Also in class.

Yes, the experimental school. You were the creative pupil.

Every week we had to read a story of yours.

Well, had to, had to…

-No, sorry, darling, it was wonderful. -Yes.

Anyhow, maybe I can interview writers about their craft

and what inspires them.

Since I'm having a hard time writing, even though I used to do it so much.

-What a nice idea. -Right? Together with Jip.

A really nice idea, darling.

But then you need to buy microphones and stuff.

-How much does that cost? -I don't know. I'll have to find out.

Do you have money? Didn't you have financial problems?

Yes, I do, so now I came up with a solution.

Oh, you want to make money with the podcast?

Parents have such a talent for ruining fun things.

I don't know. Yes. But it's nice, isn't it?

-Sweetheart, it's very nice. -But don't let it interfere with your job.

-Right. -Well, I thought I'd tell something nice.

But we're enthusiastic, aren't we?

It's just interesting that all of a sudden you are on the same page. Against me.

-Come on, against you? How so? -Okay, never mind.

-Are you finished eating? -Come, sit down.

-No, I'm not twelve anymore. -Annie.

No. No, sorry.

-I've had enough. -Fine, walk away.

Hey, An, how are you? No so good here. Doris broke up with me.

I'm at my parents' this weekend. You too? Can we meet up tomorrow?

Oh wow Lil, that sucks. Yes, of course! 12:00 on the square?

Okay, come on, An.

Sorry.

I also have a video of you when you were five

and Dad calls you a princess and you say:

"I am not a princess, I'm a queen."

-Oh, what a horrible child. -No, you were the sweetest child ever.

-Yes, the sweetest. Despite your tantrums. -Yes, they were quite bad.

Well, maybe because I was still in the closet and suppressed all my emotions.

Yes. Yes, maybe.

Did you know that I was attracted to girls?

Yes, right away. Since you were a toddler.

-How? -Maternal instinct. I just sensed it.

And you never thought to help me a little?

No. No, I thought you had to figure it out for yourself, in your own time.

Yes, you once said, when she went to high school:

"Jos, I think our daughter is lesbian."

-Oh no, that's horrible. -I'd never given it any thought.

You said: "Oh, so is there something we have to do now?"

I didn't think so. Just wait and be there for you.

It did give us time to get used to it.

I think that's really sweet.

-Do you have to cry now? -No.

-I was anxious to come out of the closet. -Why?

Just because. It's… It's scary.

I mean, you're going to tell something about yourself that isn't the norm.

And you're afraid it won't get accepted.

Or that it will always be an issue.

-But did we make it difficult for you? -Oh, no, not at all.

But… You just make it really big for yourself.

I mean, for a very long time it's your…

your own lonely secret.

And suddenly you have to share it.

Even if your surroundings are tolerant, it may be hardest to accept for yourself.

I can vividly remember how you sat here with Lilly.

Here, at this table. So cute.

I was so nervous.

The funny thing is that Lilly's mom had called me

to say she suspected you had a relationship.

-No, really? -Yes.

So I told her you hadn't come out yet.

Then she said that it was probably about to happen.

Oh my God, I didn't know that.

-Let's walk? -Yes.

-It can't be solved anymore? -No.

No, he was very clear.

-Shit. -Yeah.

-But it's better than to force it. -Yes.

I think that's the way my mother feels about my father too.

-Yes, how are things at home? -Well, strange.

Dad is really heartbroken.

Well, maybe Jos and I can start a support group.

Yes, maybe you should.

-And Caro? Is that still going on? -Yes, kind of.

-I should really end it. -Why?

It just feels out of balance.

Anyway…

-Let's not talk about relationships. -No, let's not.

Oh, man…

Oh, this place.

For real.

Shall we climb over it?

-Yes, come, An, it'll be fun. -I can't do that.

Sure you can. Easily.

Like a flexible cat.

-Come on. -No, no way.

Come on.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, I feel like Hugh Grant in Notting Hill.

-This is where you asked me to go steady. -Yes.

-Do you remember the final party? -With that bottle of Smirnoff Fanta.

-If that's what it was. -Yeah.

-French kissing underneath the staircase. -More than that.

My, my…

That party marked the end of our school life.

Yes.

And then Amsterdam kind of ruined us.

Yes, kind of.

Although we really did it to ourselves too, didn't we?

Yes, I don't know.

I think we couldn't really help it.

It just didn't work anymore.

Right.

Would she…

No, don't go there.

Those two lamps form a set, okay? They have to stay together.

Do you want those?

No.

And that one?

-No. -Jos, help me out here.

-Well, I'd like the couch. -So would I.

-Do you want that chair? -No, thanks.

-Jesus, Jos… -Lies, I really don't care.

Take what you want, really.

I'm going for a walk.

I copied all her answers, my entire school career.

-You didn't do anything yourself? -No, not even the finals.

-I don't believe that. -Yes, really. By the way, she's married.

Is she? Oh, do you know who bought a house here?

-Thijs and Silvia. -No way.

-Yes, I swear. -Oh my God.

-Shit. -What?

My dad.

-Fuck. -Go ahead. Of course.

Sorry.

Do you want to go back to Amsterdam together tonight? I'm kind of done here.

-Yeah, great. -Hi.

Okay, bye.

I slept with Lilly while she was still in a relationship.

-What? Just now? -No, a few months ago.

-That's not very smart, An. -No.

Did Mom have an affair?

No, I don't think so.

That's a relief.

But that means that she's really done with me.

There isn't anyone else, she just doesn't want me anymore.

Yes, that does suck.

I mean, sorry. How do you comfort your heartbroken father?

That… IPA.

I liked that IPA. Nice and fresh.

From now on I'll only drink IPA.

Don't act so hip, Dad.

-Hi. -Hey, where have you two been?

The pub. Hey, I'm going back to Amsterdam tonight.

-Already? But I'm cooking. -Sorry.

I have some things to do. Like making money.

Well, shall I take you to the train station?

Okay.

Perfect. Then I'll pack my bag.

-Maybe we can catch the two past. -Yes, alright.

FRANCE '09

I know you two see me as the bad guy.

As the one who broke up this family. And I can see where that comes from.

But I chose for myself for once. I thought, why not, after 25 years.

-Mom… -No, listen to me.

At some point the infatuation is gone, sometimes even the love.

Then you can either stay together or…

you can separate and start a new chapter.

I really hope Dad will do so too. That he'll be happy.

I know you do, Mom.

-I love you. You know that, right? -I love you too.

Listen, Dad told me about those bills and we discussed it.

-I've transferred some money to you. -Really? Oh, that's so sweet, Mom.

Thank you.

-Okay. Bye. -Have a good trip.

-Bye, sweetheart. -Bye.

Did you listen to the podcast of The L Word?

-Yes, of course. It's great, right? -Yeah, it is.

I like the way they set things within a contemporary context.

Yeah. And so cool that everything gets…

-Shit. -What?

Caro. I had a date.

Oh, I completely forgot about it.

-She's so lucky to have you. -Oh, this is terrible. Shit.

-See, I should have broken up with her. -What are you going to say?

That I don't want to see her anymore?

No idea. Help?

Okay.

-Be honest and say you forgot about it. -Yes?

Yes, those things happen. And use your parents as an excuse.

-Say the divorce is really affecting you. -Yeah, okay.

-That's true, isn't it? -Yes.

Oh, this is terrible.

I'm done with girls and relationships. I don't want anything for a while. Nobody.

Okay.

What the fuck?

Oh! Hey.

Hi.

-Hello. -Hi.

-Shit. -I'm going to make some tea.

-So Sara's back. -So I heard.

-Yo, Saar. -Sara?

Sara? Sara.

Yes, but this is Sara. This is… Sara.

Is that…

Saar?