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Isn't it a masterpiece?

I immediately feel like a big shot!

No, you're right...

a gentleman. A great merchant.

A great merchant? I feel like a monster!

Don't think I'm going to spend even one florin here.

And now go away. Out of my sight.

Before you become a target yourself.

You are a fraud, a miser!

You are the fraud. A counterfeit Rembrandt.

- Give me my deserved payment! - You can have that, sir.

A sandwich with bacon and cheese for the gentleman.

Eh, dad.

- I don't eat meat. - Oh.

I'll have two sandwiches with bacon then.

What are you doing out of bed? You need to take it easy, recover.

It's really getting a lot better.

Nice egg, huh?

No, you stay sitting.

Good morning. That was still in the mailbox.

But I'm actually here for this...

a registered letter for J.J.M. Greveling.

My father needs to rest.

Tell that old man of yours to open his mail for once.

- Have a nice day. - Bye.

What is this?

It says here that you owe 3000 euros.

Oh yes, yes, I will take care of that.

Goodness, I must say. What are those people impatient.

I keep getting one after the other.

Are there more of these around here?

My God.

How long has this been going on?

Yes, um...

- I don't know. - Is any money even coming in here?

Managing a cemetery isn't about money.

Like in that glasses circus of yours.

Okay. I'll try to help you with this.

Hi.

- Hey. - The door was open.

- I thought: Let me take a look in Hein's haunted house. - Shhh.

Also invited?

Really something for you, or not, ghostbuster?

I think he had to invite me from his mother.

So it's really true, you can see ghosts?

So if you want, you can call my grandma now?

No, that's not how it works.

I only see them when they've just died...

and there's still something they need to do.

Which prevents them from having peace.

Then I help them with that.

What did you have to help my grandma with then?

- With you. - With me?

She was afraid you wouldn't do what you love most.

Help, help!

- Did you hear that too? - What?

Help, help! Make him stop.

- Dad, what are you doing? - Getting down to business, Hein.

Someone has to make sure money comes in.

Do you know that scoundrel, that brute?

- He wants to clear my grave. - Clear? What does that mean?

Who are you talking about?

About him.

I thought you only saw people who just passed away.

Yes, I thought so too.

Clear means that a grave gets emptied...

and the contents end up in this pit.

The bone pit.

- What are bones? - Bones.

And what happens to a ghost when the grave has been cleared?

It's okay, grandpa. She knows about it.

Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't talk about it with anyone?

I couldn't help it.

And she doesn't think I'm crazy at all. Right?

Uh, no.

Grave peace can also be disturbed.

Your father has no idea how that is for ghosts.

It's a total humiliation.

Me, among the riffraff.

The plebs, the proles. Me, with my immeasurable stature.

Is there really no one willing to pay your grave fees?

Nobody has visited my grave in ages.

Family! And family?

There must still be someone somewhere?

What is that?

- A book of the dead. - Cool.

Yes. In this book, all the people are recorded...

who have ever been buried here.

Their names, profession, and family.

You're a quick learner.

Quite weird, don't you think?

What?

That these people actually lived.

Maybe one day we'll also end up in this book.

What are you guys doing?

Uh, just.

Just looking through the books.

Maybe grandpa should do that a bit more often.

Found. Jonkheer Lodewijk van Stierum.

Merchant. Deceased March 17, 1723.

Estate Rozenburg.

Whoo. It looks like they have plenty of money.

Hello. We are here to see Mrs. Van Stierum.

You are going to prepare a new briefing...

when there is more clarity about the strategy.

Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.

Mrs. Van Stierum, these children would like to speak with you.

Not a sponsor run or children's stamps?

I believe it's about something else.

Can I ask them to wait a moment?

No, this meeting is over.

Well. Alright. Time is money.

We are here for Lodewijk van Stierum.

Lodewijk. I don't know any Lodewijk.

- Pardon? - He is a distant relative.

- He needs your help. - Why doesn't he ask for it himself?

He is... dead.

Truly. And as dead as this whole room here.

Where is my standing clock?

- Where are my artworks? - Shh!

Mr. Van Stierum is buried in our cemetery.

But his grave rights have expired.

And you need to renew them.

Why on earth would I do that? I don't know that guy at all.

- But he is family. - Yes, and?

When you are buried later...

wouldn't you want your family to take care of your grave?

No, I'd rather be cremated. Better for the environment.

And for the wallet. Well, if you'll excuse me.

I have to go into another meeting. So...

- Come on. - Yeah, I'll be back.

Hey, I already had this...

- Do you find this funny? - What?

These plates were in the trash.

So apparently I'm not the only one who disagrees with it.

What a miser.

- Glad she's not family. - You can say that again.

How dare she?!

- What are you going to do? - Come on.

It's a shame. It's truly a shame.

- What are you going to do? - Come on.

- Is that him? - Yes.

She owes everything to me.

My name, my house, my estate, my legacy.

But she lets my beautiful belongings decay in a drafty barn.

So this is Lodewijk van Stierum?

M-hm.

When you see him, does he look that weird too?

Weird? What is that? Don't people speak normal Dutch anymore?

- She says you look strange. - I can't help that!

It's because of that messy painter! That amateur painter.

Yes, that's what he looks like, yes.

And all these things belong to him.

Can't we sell this?

Isn't that stealing then?

This is from Lodewijk, right? You're saying that yourself.

- Yes, hello. - Let me go!

Jordi?

- Jordi, you’re going to put those plates back now, or else... - Or else what?

Would you also throw me into a ossuary?

Corpse snatcher.

How can I help you?

We want to sell some items. Old items.

Hmm.

Yeah, yeah. A music box that doesn't play.

Too bad, but unfortunately.

And what about these spice jars? They're antique too, right?

Well, kid. They're only worth a few euros.

That's nutmeg. That's pepper.

I got this all the way from the East, from the East Indies!

Nowadays you can just get that at the local supermarket.

And this one?

Wow. How did you get that?

- It's a family piece. - Hmm. It's not signed.

Do you know who the painter is?

- Uh... - Gerrit van der Veer.

Um... Gerrit van der Veer.

Is this a joke?

Gerrit van der Veer?

I told you that no one wants to pay a florin for it.

You mean the Dutch master?

The craquelure, the brushwork...

the pigments.

If this is true.

Okay, but what will it sell for?

Well, I wouldn't give anything for it.

But I could auction it off for you, for example.

Of course, for a percentage of the proceeds.

That goes without saying.

There are collectors who would kill for a real Van der Veer.

Hey. Oh, perfect timing.

Uh, could you pass me that tape?

Thank you.

Do you know John Pinas?

Is it about the burial rights?

Oh yes, sorry. That's my fault.

I promised your father that I would take care of it.

And I just didn't do it. That's how it goes.

Yes.

- Is, uh... John... - My husband.

Yes. That was him.

He is the father of Jordi, but he has passed away.

My condolences.

It's been a while.

Not that it's enjoyable, but... yes.

I will arrange those burial rights. It'll be fine.

- Because if it's a problem... - No, no, really not.

And a promise is a promise, right?

I can also ask if John's family would like to contribute something.

I just don't speak to them that often anymore because they live in Suriname.

- But it'll be fine. - Yes.

We have some outstanding bills.

Otherwise, I wouldn't make a fuss about it.

But if I make an exception for you...

then the rest will come back too.

I understand, no problem.

Okay.

- Hey, Jordi! Nice, your party. - Yes, cool that I can come too.

My mom insisted.

And do you have a wish list?

I'm saving up for a stunt bike.

- Hmm. - Probably his dad is going to ask for money to store it.

Vulture.

What's wrong with him now?

- And that's from last year. - Dad?

- Yes? - Do you have a fight with Jordi?

- Why? - He calls you a vulture.

Yes, your dad wants to clean up the grave of Jordi's dad.

I don't want to clean up anyone's grave at all.

Oh, no? Then why did you put that sign up?

Is Jordi's dad dead?

I couldn't know that it was Jordi's dad.

All those people are someone's father.

Or someone's sister, or child.

I've already arranged it with Terrence, it's not that bad.

Eh, okay. Yeah, eh...

Is this...? Comes from...?

This is...

Do you really think your dad wants to clean it up?

That's pretty cold, man.

Didn't he say it was arranged?

Why is that sign still there then?

I've got to go home, I'll see you at the auction.

Okay.

Don't listen to that kid.

Your father is right, one must keep private and business separate.

What do you know about that?

I was a great trader!

How do you think I got my fortune?

What fortune? You can't even pay for your own grave rights!

Easy to keep business and private separate...

if you have no friends at all.

Hey. This is already half.

And the rest will come once I've spoken to the family.

- Eh... - The grave rights of John.

Oh, yeah.

Great that it worked out.

Yeah. I had some money saved up...

because Jordi wants a new stunt bike.

But that will come next year.

Oh. For sure?

It was kind of a big gift anyway.

Okay, I guess I'll get back to work.

Well, no. You should pull this towards you.

Yeah, I thought so too.

- Mrs. van Stierum. - What?

I hope it's not a trial subscription.

And now we've come to the highlight of this auction.

A unique piece, like few there are.

An authentic Gerrit van der Veer.

We start the bidding today at 50,000 euros.

Who bids 50,000 euros?

Holy shit!

How much is that in guilders?

Can't we pay for all the grave rights with that?

60,000 euros, that gentleman over there. I have 60,000 euros here.

540,000 euros.

Who bids more than 500...

640,000. 640,000 euros for that lady over there.

Who bids more?

- Once, twice... - Stop!

Stop! That painting, that's mine.

No one has given permission for a sale.

Sorry, ma'am, but what's going on here?

Yes, this!

You guys.

They did it, they stole my painting.

We haven't stolen anything!

The painting is not yours, it's Lodewijk's.

- What? - You didn't care about it.

It was in the shed, among the old junk.

It doesn't matter where it was.

That painting is coming back and so is the rest of my stuff.

You should be glad I'm not filing a report.

- And you too! - Hm?

What's the penalty for receiving stolen goods these days?

The sale of stolen items?

Eh... Gerard.

Pack it up and, eh... yeah.

Then I expect a new overview.

Ma'am.

Here, this is everything.

Great.

I hope you've learned your lesson.

You have a lot in common, did you know that?

Lodewijk and you.

- Oh, really? - He was also a trader.

In cloves and nutmeg.

He got it from the East.

And with the profits, he had this house built.

He only cared about one thing and that was money.

But hey, that's a family trait.

Well, enjoy it.

How much do those grave rights cost?

2,000 euros.

Here. Finders' fee.

And now get lost! Time is money.

Lodewijk!

Hey. You're still here.

Sure, where should I go?

I have the money for the grave rights.

- Really? - Yes.

You can leave again.

- I'll give this to my grandpa. - Thank you.

Wait!

Actually, never mind.

What? The grave rights?

Yes, what's the point of a grave if no one visits it anymore?

Maybe Mrs. van Stierum will come?

Oh, God save me.

But don’t you mind if no one remembers you?

Maybe you could think of me from time to time?

But... what should I do with this then?

There’s probably a grave that gets visited more often than mine.

I thought you were supposed to keep business and private life separate.

I’ve done that my whole life.

Maybe it's time for something different.

- Here, for your birthday. - Thank you.

Jor, look!

Wow!

- Horrible! - Take a look.

Hopefully, you'll make less mess with this...

than with that little cart of yours.

Really horrible, thank you.

Are you coming along?

Yes, I found it in the basement.

And I thought... well, I don't really use it that much anymore. So.

Oh, and by the way, I had something weird happen.

An anonymous gift for the grave rights of John.

- Anonymous? - Yes, no idea.

It just suddenly appeared on my desk.

Thank you.

- Oh. - Come on, let's dance.

Uh, yeah.

Whoo-whoo!

I'll never let you go!

We need to find a new love for him.

I think it’s a bit of a strange place for a date.

What does this mean?

I found my true love long ago.

I promised her eternal fidelity.

I still have two microwave meals at home.

Grandpa is better again.

So, in principle, we don’t need to stay here any longer.

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