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SOMEWHERE ON THE COAST

Come on, let's go.

Everyone ready?

- Mia? - Yeah.

OK? Showtime.

DAY 54

Mia, I think I need a pee.

Now is not the time, Gaby.

I think the bedroom is upstairs.

I really do need a pee first.

- What? - Not now.

I've got no choice.

It's the stress, it affects my bladder.

- You'll have to hold it. - Do you know how unhealthy that is?

- I'm going to look for a toilet. - Gaby!

3 MONTHS EARLIER

Maggie?

Maggie?

SERVICE ENTRANCE

Maggie?

SCRATCH MY BACK

- Oh, hello, Viviane. - Good morning.

- How was your weekend? - Fine.

How was your date?

Went to Sea Life.

- And? - That says it all, doesn't it?

Aren't dolphins and seals romantic?

- A lot of mail again today. - Fan mail?

No, bills.

Put them on my desk. I'm going for a shower.

Oh, another thing...

Joyce, please, I stink to high heaven.

Frans is here.

Ask him to wait, I'll be right back.

It's about Maggie.

Things have gone too far.

For the price we pay, I expect nothing less than perfect service.

But all I hear is complaints about all sorts of things.

Maggie can just walk out of here.

I think, and I'm not alone,

that you need to take on more staff, urgently.

There's nothing I'd like more, Frans, but finding good staff isn't easy.

Times are hard for everyone.

I have no choice but to make cuts.

We all have to compromise.

Sorry, but I don't pay to make compromises.

I'm doing all I can to find a solution.

You could apply for subsidies, Viviane.

We aren't entitled to any. We are a private retirement home.

Then a tax break?

Frans, I've already tried everything.

I don't care how you do it, just do it.

So that everything here is as it should be.

Can't we just charge the residents more?

I've already had to hike prices twice this year. I can't keep doing it.

- And Alain? - No.

You're... not going to sell the place, are you?

No, no. Stupid question.

I might know a way.

A way for us to solve the staff shortage.

It's a little bit out of the box.

Delinquents? Let delinquents do their community service here?

Frans, it's not like we're bringing in a bunch of murderers.

It'd be minors who've been up to no good

and who, instead of going to prison, do something useful for society.

No way. I'm moving if you do.

- Where to? - I'd rather go and live in a caravan.

- Among... - Plebs.

One of them may be a rapist.

I don't think you need to worry.

Watch your mouth. Bitch.

This is a luxury retirement home.

Yes, this is a luxury retirement home.

- And so what? - They don't belong here.

- Why not? - Isn't that obvious?

Not to me.

If we want to maintain the same standards,

there is another solution.

We can all just pay a bit more.

- Pay even more? - It won't kill any of us.

You forget that most of us lost a lot of money due to the banking crisis.

- If you visit casinos... - Are you a communist or something?

You can think that if you like, Paula.

Honestly!

I have no problem paying a bit more.

No, I don't think so.

We pay a lot already

and money doesn't grow on trees, banking crisis or not.

To be honest, money doesn't grow on my trees either.

We could organise a benefit evening, a mussel dinner.

No, a... an oyster banquet. That's more appropriate for here.

Shouldn't you be a bit more positive, Mr Dutchman,

instead of poking fun?

Frans, I've had it

with all the crap about a few cents more or less.

I certainly don't want to leave here.

They won't get me in one of those sad old people's homes.

Not ever.

Life is comfortable here.

We couldn't be anywhere better.

If no solution is found,

Viviane will have to sell the place.

Then God knows what.

Will it become a nursing home?

An assisted living complex?

That'll be the end of the concerts, the outings,

the cosy chats over an aperitif.

We'll be eating pre-chewed food off those plastic trays.

And the toilet paper will be replaced with sandpaper.

We don't want that.

I'm just saying...

I think we should vote on it. I vote against.

For.

Sorry, can I change my mind?

I'm for.

Honestly, Gaby, that's not allowed.

- Viviane? - Motion passed.

DAY 1

Identity card, please.

- Need a lift? - No, I'll wait for the bus.

Since when do they come on time? Come on, get in.

Sverre, promise me you'll behave yourself.

Talk about common! If she were my daughter...

- Bye, Mum. - Sverre, honey, shall I come too?

What has he done that he shouldn't have?

He looks so well behaved.

Hi.

Don't be taken in.

He's probably the most terrifying of the lot.

Here, that's for you.

- What for? - Because you left us out of it.

I don't forget things like that.

With Dominic's compliments.

Dominic is Dominic.

Don't worry, I'll take care of the car.

Really?

This is Kemal. Yes, Dominic.

Now, or what? OK, fine.

End of the line. I've got a job to do.

- Yuri, pull over. - What? Here?

Don't forget, I take care of you and you take care of me.

That's how we make it out of the shit, OK?

Drive.

Roxy, you can sit there. I'll come and get you in a minute.

What's up, sweetheart?

- This was a good decision, wasn't it? - Of course. What can go wrong?

Good morning.

I'm Viviane Speltinckx, manager of La Belle Epoque.

Sverre.

D'Hooghe.

- I'm Amber. - Amber.

- Roxy. - Roxy.

Right. Can you come into my office?

Weren't there four?

Come on.

Please? Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Are we going to wait?

- What's the time? - Twenty past.

- We'll start? - Yes, start.

Right. I'd like to start by saying we are very pleased

you are coming to help us here.

We hope you're looking forward to it too.

I believe in second chances

and La Belle Epoque wants to give you that.

Seeing as we will be working closely together,

it's important to get a few things straight before we start.

First and foremost, treat all residents with respect.

We also set great store by tidiness and politeness.

And punctuality, of course.

SERVICE ENTRANCE

Joyce, here, will arrange all the practicalities.

That's it.

I feel like we'll get on well.

Does anyone have any questions?

When are we done?

- Nouri? - Yilmaz.

Mr Yilmaz, pleased you decided to join us.

You can get changed here in the morning and evening.

You're joking.

Those are your uniforms. Take a set, they are unisex.

- I don't like uniforms. - It's the rule.

I don't like rules.

Acting childishly really isn't going to help you.

I can always call your probation officer.

They still make these?

- Madam? - Yes?

- May I have a lock on my locker? - Why?

He's Moroccan.

You think he got that watch by working hard?

Roxy...

Look... firstly, I'm Turkish, not Moroccan.

And secondly, drug dealing on the beach? Must've been a Turk.

Someone was mugged? Must have been a Turk.

Someone shot the Pope? Must have been a Turk.

The last one actually was a Turk, I think.

Come on, that's enough, guys.

Would you like some more coffee? No?

A chocolate spread sandwich? Maggie?

They've arrived. I've seen them.

Three of them. And one of the girls...

A whore! And the other one...

Did you see the Parisian girl?

- What's she wearing? - All the same, I think she has class.

- Huh! - I'm sure Ad would agree with me.

This is the kitchen. Our residents' food is prepared here every day

and you can eat here during your breaks.

That's Gilbert, our chef.

Gilbert?

Hi, Joyce.

The kids are here.

I hope they know how to work.

We'll go and clear the tables.

Hello, everyone. These are the new guys who have come to help us.

Start clearing the tables.

Give me your plate.

- Have you finished, sir? - Yes, dear.

No, she hasn't finished.

- Now look what you've done. - Me?

Who else?

It's OK, Nouri. It's OK. It can happen.

You go to the kitchen, we'll clean it up. Jeanine?

My God, that was a close shave. How dreadful!

It's true.

Yes?

Sorry to disturb you, but it's Rudy. The vegetable man.

It's about his invoice.

I'll tell him...

- Viviane. - Rudy.

How can I help you?

You can help me with this. With this. And with all these.

Take a seat.

Rudy, we've known each other some time now, haven't we?

Yes.

Could you give me a little bit longer?

You're not serious, Viviane?

I'm self-employed too. I can't keep doing that, can I?

As an advance?

I'll deliver till the end of the month.

But then you have to pay or I'll have to take legal action.

- Thanks. - Good luck, Viviane.

Thanks, Rudy.

This is Viviane Speltinckx. Could I speak to Werner, please?

Thank you.

- What are you here for? - Why?

I know about Barbie. He'll be in here for dealing, they all do it.

You believe that, don't you?

- What are you here for? - Dealing.

There you are. And you?

Murder.

Don't worry about it. You know what they say, unlucky at cards...

- Lucky in love. - I want a rematch.

I don't believe it...

Apparently he was high on drugs when they arrested him.

I heard his father is a notary public. Well connected.

Must be, or he wouldn't have got off so easy.

Exactly.

Hi. I've come to collect the dress.

The dress for the dry cleaner's?

- I've come to... - No, I understood.

Wait here a moment. I'll get it.

Hi.

Nice brooch, isn't it?

- Those are real diamonds. - Come on, Maggie. There, that's it.

Maggie...

- We need this table. - Hey, we are still playing bridge.

- We have to set the table. - We can finish this game, can't we?

You'll lose anyway.

You've only got a jack. The others have got all the other points.

- Go on, move. - Take it easy, take it easy.

Yes, Madam, come on.

I don't think the bank will give you a second mortgage.

- Unless... - Unless?

Unless Alain co-signs with his company.

- No way. - No?

- He wouldn't dream of it. - Wouldn't he?

There must be another solution.

Yes. There is always a solution, Viviane.

Any number of them. An abundance.

There are financial products that promise you the Earth.

Click funds, life settlements, covered bonds...

Sign up and the bank will gladly

advance you the income in the form of a loan.

- Sounds good. - It does, doesn't it?

So good that I don't dare recommend it.

Why not?

It'd be asking you

to jump out of a plane with no parachute.

Werner, the honest banker.

What do they call that? A contradiction in terms, eh?

No, Viviane, listen.

I wouldn't want to see someone I respect

bring disaster on herself.

How is Alain doing?

Fine, I imagine.

You imagine?

To see each other we just have to compare diaries and...

we usually manage to find a window.

A window?

- Thanks anyway. - Yeah, sorry.

Werner.

See you later.

- Behave. - I wouldn't dream of it.

I love you.

- Flo? - Yes?

I love you too.

Thank you, Nouri.

Your food, sir.

Put it on the table.

- Frans? - Just a moment, Maggie.

Frans?

Yes, Maggie. I'm coming.

- What's wrong? - What do I wear?

Those women all have beautiful clothes.

I have nothing to wear...

Hey, Gilbert. When will the dishwasher be repaired?

When you've learned to wash up properly.

No, seriously, it's really primitive.

Who hasn't got a dishwasher these days?

Me.

That's what I mean.

- Fuck. - Watch it, Barbie.

Guys, stop it, come on. Get on with it.

Hey, princess. What's the matter?

Can't you or won't you?

- You have to scrub it. - I am scrubbing it.

I said scrub it. I'll show you. Give it here.

Plate, sponge...

Up, down, round and round. There you are.

Another one. Up, down, round and round.

And with a pan, too?

Of course with a pan, too.

The pan is dirty. Rubbing it won't get the dirt off, you have to scrub it.

Don't try to make a fool out of me!

As for you, pal... You'll clean the kitchen later.

I'm the boss!

Joyce.

Amber, can you come with me? I've got another job for you.

Why does she get to go?

Did you crap yourself?

Oh, man...

Yes?

It's Amber. Can you come here?

This lady has shit herself.

Use the red one. I'm busy, Amber.

Help her get cleaned up.

Me? No way.

- Why not? - I've got a shit phobia.

What have you got?

A chronic shit phobia.

What exactly is a chronic shit phobia?

I'm allergic to poo, shit, faeces.

- I want to go somewhere else. - To the detention centre?

Are you crazy? I mean do other work.

This isn't a temping agency, Amber.

That's only possible in exceptional circumstances for compelling reasons.

No, a shit phobia is not a compelling reason.

You can always submit an appeal to the judge.

- He likes a laugh, too. - Drop dead.

Paula.

- I've come about the toilet. - Come in.

It's Roxy, right?

That way?

I see you support Brugge football club.

- Is it that way? - Yes. You can hear it running.

Want to know something?

I'm a Brugge supporter too.

That's because of my late husband.

He never missed a game when they were playing at home.

That was when Lotte was there.

You do know who Lotte is?

She doesn't seem to be very talkative.

It was nothing serious. I've already repaired it.

Come here.

You are about the same size as my daughter.

The colour suits you.

Thank you.

- Sweetie? - No, thank you.

Bye.

Gilbert? All the bins are outside.

- Right, you can go home then. - See you tomorrow.

- I'm off too, then. - You?

You have cleaning to do.

Finished.

Is something the matter?

No. I was just wondering...

- What? - No, forget it.

Go on, say it.

What does a girl like you want to do with her life?

- Nothing. - Nothing?

Don't you want to marry Mr Right?

Have children. And a flat.

And a chihuahua.

- I wouldn't mind doing what you did. - What do you mean?

Marry a rich old man, let him die,

then marry another rich old man.

I knew it.

- Clean it up. - Fuck that. I don't do overtime.

- I said clean it. - No.

Clean it up, I said. Clean it up.

- Now see what you've done. - Me?

- Is that my fault too? - Calm down, Gilbert. Calm down.

Calm down, Gilbert.

What? Are you going to hit me?

Go on then. We'll see who gets thrown out of here first. Peasant!

Hey, Gilbert... What's all this?

- That's it, pal. Run away. - Sverre?

Do what you like. I'm out of here.

Come on, we'll clean it up quickly.

Come on, let's go and get some chips.

Nelson, turn off the TV.

Go on.

Nouri!

- Nouri, dinner is ready. - OK, we're coming.

We have to go in.

I'd really like you to see the kind of kids he has to work with, Paul.

And those old people. That's not something for him, is it?

Can't you have a word with the public prosecutor?

After all, we know François.

Ask if he can arrange for Sverre to work at your office.

Serve the community that way.

The practice will be his later anyway.

Then he'll learn something.

Dad will arrange it for you, Sverre, honey.

Sverre honey should arrange something for the guy in hospital first.

Man...

What a day!

I don't think we'll see Sverre again.

What did he actually do to end up here?

- He played poker for money. - So?

- Gilbert, that's illegal. - Yes...

That's not all. He lost more than 150,000 euros of his parents' money.

I don't understand, that boy has everything. Why would he do that?

Because he was bored, I suppose? Or for a kick?

Wait, there's more. While he was playing poker,

the cops raided the place, but he was able to escape.

The cops ran after him, of course, and...

I don't know the exact details, but apparently, during the chase,

something happened to one of the cops.

Really?

Yes.

But that's all I know.

Sverre?

Sverre?

Turn the music down. Sverre, goddammit...

Sverre?

Sverre?

It's gone.

Maggie... Maggie, what's going on?

It's gone. My brooch is gone.

My brooch is gone.