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You can't prove that.

Do you know her?

It's only a matter of time before we find her or the car,

then it's over for you.

DAY 65

Another new witness.

It's not your day today, eh pal?

2 MONTHS EARLIER

So you know nothing?

In all these years, not even a handkerchief has disappeared here.

You arrive and Maggie's brooch is gone.

Is that a coincidence?

Maybe she just misplaced it.

Who says she hasn't hidden it herself?

She has got dementia.

Frans turned the place upside down, Jeanine's looking down here.

Maybe she lent it to someone.

Yes. To Mohammed, for example.

Why does it have to be us who stole it?

It's true. Anyone can walk in and out of here.

If the brooch isn't found, I have no choice

but to end your community service and call the police.

And I suspect you won't like that much.

Your parents certainly won't.

Not to mention the judge.

You have till tonight.

SCRATCH MY BACK

Believe me, the silly cow has hidden it somewhere herself.

People with dementia do that. In my...

Stop whining, Barbie.

Do your nails or something.

And you can put it back.

- Or what? - Inshallah.

- What? - What is it you are here for?

Fuck you.

- And you didn't do it, either? - No.

And I won't pay for something I didn't do.

Can I do anything?

I didn't think you'd be back.

Listen, pal.

If you want to act the princess, go upstairs.

I don't have time.

I have to make shrimp-stuffed tomatoes for lunch.

So you can either start shelling shrimp

or you can go away. Understand?

Chef?

How do I do that?

Oh come on, that dark kid did it, didn't he?

And you all believe that?

- Why? Because he's Moroccan? - Turkish.

- We have to call the police. - No, Frans.

We shouldn't be too hasty and just randomly accuse someone.

Think carefully. What did Maggie do yesterday?

So suddenly Maggie is the one who did it?

Ad, that brooch has been stolen and we all know who by.

I'm scared with those criminals here.

Really?

What about you? You've never done anything wrong in your life?

- Who? Me? - Yes.

Never.

Browbeating your husband into his grave isn't wrong, is it, Denise?

That's not very nice, Paula.

We never should've had those delinquents here.

We've jumped out of the frying pan into the fire, like I predicted.

Some people can't sleep due to the stress.

That's true.

We tried it. We gave them a chance

they didn't take it.

It's not working. Finished. They have to go.

With all due respect, my dear fellow residents,

you never really intended to give them a chance.

Come on, Ad.

Where is Mia?

She's gone for a manicure.

See you next time.

I need a pee, Chef.

- You thief! Viviane won't be pleased. - Hold on, Nouri. Hold on.

I think Amber stole Maggie's brooch.

How do I know you didn't?

I've never stolen anything in my life.

I don't need to.

If we find that brooch here, we can prove that it wasn't us.

- What do you want me to do? - Watch, knock if someone comes.

Hello, Louisa.

Will you sign this, please?

- What is that? - A petition.

We want those criminals out of here.

Go on, sign.

It's not your death sentence, eh? On the contrary, in fact.

Louisa, sign it.

I didn't know what a frappuccino was.

So I said to my friend, the one with the Caesarean, I said to her:

"I'll have one too because I don't like coffee."

Oh, right...

What else, Chef?

- Oh, I'm keeping you from your work. - He's only joking.

No, he's right. I have to get on too.

- See you later, Gilbert. - Yes, see you.

You try too hard.

Won't work with her.

Hold your cards, make her guess what's in your hand.

Jack of spades, hearts are trumps.

What's in my hand?

I don't know what you think you saw but I reckon you need glasses.

If I can see it, she certainly can, eh?

You're an open book. With large print.

Here, Dr Love is giving me advice.

I can guess what's in your hand most of the time.

Life isn't a game of poker, mate.

Everything's about tactics

and being able to read people in all situations.

What a crap day!

Maybe you should relax.

Yes, maybe I should.

Guys, don't mind me, eh?

Oh, right.

I'll stuff the tomatoes myself, then.

Let me.

Hey, hello.

What are you doing?

Oh!

Sorry.

It was nothing. I was about to take the laundry basket upstairs.

Yes, me too...

You have to pinch.

Then you pull the roots out too.

Whoever decided that that was a weed?

Why not that stupid bush there?

Aren't they all plants that want to grow?

It's a shame.

There.

- What is this? - A petition.

I'm not throwing anyone out till we are sure.

The majority decides. Don't they, Frans?

Unless Viviane doesn't agree.

When the culprit's found, I'll take action.

That's not enough.

We want them all out.

They don't belong here. Full stop.

If I were you, I'd think very carefully

before issuing an ultimatum like that.

Or do you want me to close the place?

Mrs Viviane?

Go ahead, Jeanine. What's the matter?

- In the plant pot? - Yes, in the lounge.

Maggie always sits there and...

My sincere apologies, but I'm sure you understand...

I don't know what to say except I'm sorry.

Didn't I call it?

That's people with dementia.

Can we forgive and forget? Can we?

OK.

Sverre?

OK, yes.

Roxy?

Nouri?

Yeah, fine.

Right then, you can all go home a bit earlier today.

Yes!

I'm sorry.

- Are you OK? - Yes.

DAY 8

We close our eyes.

OK. Bring your hands in, Namaste.

Pay attention to your breathing.

And try to only breathe in and out through your nose.

- Viviane? - Breathe in very deeply.

Allow space into your chest, around your heart.

- Viviane? There's a bailiff here. - Where?

OK, we are going to breathe deeply in and out a few more times.

Mrs Speltinckx.

Breathe in and allow space into your chest, around your heart.

I've got a writ for you. If you could sign for receipt, please.

Thank you.

There you are. I'll find my own way out.

From the NSSO, dammit.

Overdue social security contributions. To be paid immediately.

- Go to the bank. Werner will... - I've already tried that.

Alain?

Listen, Viviane. This is about the retirement home.

Alain knows the business world inside out.

He can introduce you to a financier, can't he?

It can't hurt to ask him, can it?

Needs must.

I'm going to get on.

I think the bouillon is ready, turn it off.

OK, Chef.

What now, Chef?

- Add salt and pepper. And try it. - Certainly, Chef.

Really delicious, Chef.

There's a tea dance again this evening.

- Don't forget. No rich food, please. - Yes.

- Expand? - Yes.

Now's the time. If we don't, the competition will finish us off.

Oh dear, that has come at a bad time.

Why? What's the problem?

Aunt Agnes wrote to say she needs a new operating theatre.

That would happen now. It's our money, Mum.

I mean...

Aunt Agnes does fantastic work in...

Brazil.

- Africa. - Africa.

But isn't it like flogging a dead horse?

Those two seem to be getting on well again, don't they?

- I bet it's about money. - Honestly.

Are these monkeys yours?

What've you been up to?

- Wrecking the place? - Yes, wrecking the place.

Can't you two sit still for 5 minutes? I'm talking.

Leave them, darling. They're children.

I want to play with Roxy.

I can keep them occupied, if you like.

- You don't mind? - No, I don't mind.

Let's see what we can nick in the kitchen.

Come here. Up you go. Hold on tight.

You too? One, two, up you come.

And off we go.

- Giddy-up, giddy-up. - Giddy-up, horsey.

Oh... Horsey has to tiptoe for a bit.

- Yeah... - Giddy-up, horsey.

She's not exactly the nursery school teacher type, is she?

What do you mean? Does she have to be?

Speltinckx.

- Here. - Thanks.

- Can I get you a drink? - Chardonnay, please.

- OK, it's on its way. - Thank you.

Yes, darling?

You can't move the meeting?

I understand.

Actually, I don't understand but... I understand.

Yes, you're indispensable, eh?

It wasn't meant sarcastically, I was trying to be understanding.

I'll survive. Don't worry about me, OK?

Yes. Bye.

Have a good flight.

I think we've both been stood up.

Or am I wrong?

Werner. No, you're not wrong.

Shall we make a virtue of necessity and have lunch together?

I promise not to talk about work.

Why not? Take a seat.

- Champagne. - On its way.

- You look nice. - Thank you.

Lunch is here, Maggie.

Put it on the table.

Don't tell Raymond?

Raymond? Who is Raymond?

- My fiancé. - Maggie, he has to finish his rounds.

He's jealous.

- Who is? Your fiancé? - No, him.

Frans? Of who? Of Raymond?

No, silly. Of you.

Maggie...

- You're going to feed me. - Maggie, people are waiting.

- I want him to feed me. - Come on, Maggie.

- Watch out! That's hot! - I want him to feed me.

Come on. No, let him... Let him go.

It's all right. I'll do it.

It's all right.

My mum lived there for a few years.

I really think they were the best years of her life.

I do.

It's different now.

Now I sometimes feel like just staying in my office.

All those stupid questions.

Old people, eh?

And yet,

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

It's fantastic, Viviane.

Really. You are such a strong woman.

You stand up to everything and everyone.

I have to in Alain's case.

Dessert?

It was mean of me.

What I said about marrying a rich old man.

- I was asking for it. - Yes, that's true.

Come in.

Wow. Is that you in those photos?

Yes, I was younger then. I was living in Paris.

- Do you know who that is? - No. Who is it?

Édith Piaf.

- Never heard of her. - And that is Yves Montand.

You have heard of Roman Polanski?

Polanski?

Am I so incredibly old or are you so incredibly young?

That's me.

- Wow! - You can say that again!

- Who painted that? - One of my former lovers.

- One of them? Well done! - I was his muse.

I believed him then. I believed everything men told me.

That's the stupidest thing you can do.

Yes, I've since found that out. Thanks.

- Were you already with... - Bert? No.

Come with me.

Do you smoke?

- What did you do in Paris? - Have fun.

That's easy if you've got money.

My parents lived off public handouts.

I ran away from home when I was 18 and went to Paris.

- I hitchhiked. - What did you live off?

I worked at the Crazy Horse.

Crazy Horse, a world-famous cabaret.

- As a waitress? - No, as a dancer.

Wow.

I'd like to do that, dance in Paris.

You've got the figure for it.

Yeah, especially in these clothes.

Come with me.

Well, Werner,

thank you.

- It was lovely. - Yes. I thought so too.

- Bye. - Yeah.

The table has to go and we need chairs.

OK.

La Belle Epoque. How can I help you?

Joyce, it's me.

Can I leave the tea dance to you today?

- Yes... - But?

Well, it's just we need to order some more heating oil.

And I just got the reminder by registered letter.

And the mortgage payment has to be made in 2 weeks.

Viviane...

- Have you been drinking? - Absolutely.

- So can I leave it to you? - Yes. No, of course. Yes.

Thanks.

You're an angel. Bye.

OK.

Alain?

- You've been in my cellar. - Yes. What are you doing home?

My flight was cancelled.

- Aren't you pleased? - Of course.

Keep your coat on. There's something I want to show you.

- Who are you? - I'm Miss Linda.

Did you let her in?

Are you Roxy?

Why are you here?

We're worried about Nelson and Melissa.

They're absent from school

and Nelson can also be quite aggressive.

And?

When will your mother be home?

After work, I imagine.

- Nelson says she doesn't work. - Oh?

And is in bars more than she is home.

Mind your own business.

I'm afraid we'll be calling social services.

- Have you done your homework? - Yes.

Dammit, homework before TV.

How many times?

Nelson?

I was going to wait till it was your birthday.

But seeing as I keep forgetting it, eh?

Well, sweetheart, what do you think? You and me for a few weeks?

Around the world?

- I need to tell you something. - No.

I have to show you the inside first.

Come on. You really have to see it. Come on.

- OK? - Yes.

Come on.

There.

Here's to us.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

I'm in deep shit.

At La Belle Epoque.

What's the matter?

I need 200,000 euros to pay off all the debts.

I thought maybe you could back us with Roadside ICT.

200,000 euros.

And after that, there will be new debts.

Next year you'll be here, hand out.

I'm not here with my hand out. I'm asking you to be a guarantor.

Viviane, you tried.

That's more than most people can say.

The best generals are those who know when to surrender.

- Don't go on about selling it again. - Why not?

Because I can't let those people down.

No, because you're stubborn. Because you don't like losing.

Because giving up is something you can't bear.

Look, getting into debt

by buying that big old house to keep your mum comfortable in old age

is something I can more or less understand.

But carrying on now that she's gone,

instead of selling it at a profit,

is something I don't get. I really don't.

Sell it, Viviane. Sell it.

It's the only sensible solution.

We'll find a new little project for you.

A new little project.

Yes.

You really don't get it.

I want to go home.

Room 301.

Hi, Nouri.

- Hi, Nouri. Everything OK? - Yeah.

I've got bad news.

I couldn't sort out the car. You'll have to steal another one.

What? No way. If they catch me again, I'll go to prison.

Ask Yuri or Micha.

Listen, don't act as if I'm the one who fucked everything up.

That car didn't drive into that tree all by itself, did it?

If we don't deliver, Dominic wants the cash.

- Give him the advance back. - That was invested ages ago.

Here. I've got a customer who needs two kilos by Thursday.

- I'm looking for a good driver. - Since when do we deal ecstasy?

Ecstasy. We'd all like to be in a state of ecstasy, eh?

They take that seriously.

What?

One job and all your debts are paid.

- I need to think about it. - OK, I'll give you an hour.

You remember what I asked you?

Of course I remember.

Then it's OK.

It won't come to that.

You'll outlive us all. Easily.

- Or did you have a different plan? - Oh, no.

I won't give you that pleasure.

Glad to hear it.

Flo is the only reason I keep going.

- Can I say something? - You were always jealous of me.

- You knew that? - Oh, I know a lot more.

- Bert... - Look at us standing here.

You should be able to smoke such an excellent Havana indoors but no,

these days you have to stand outside if you want to enjoy life.

- She's here. - Stay calm.

I am calm.

You're finally home. Sit down here and help us.

Hello?

- Stay here. - Luc, please.

Shall I just go and hang myself?

Is a little help too much to ask?

You want my help? I'll tell you what.

- I'll become a whore. - Amber, please.

Then Mummy and Daddy will be proud

because I'll earn loads of money just by opening my legs.

- Goddammit! - Luc, please, sit down. Enough!

Get out of my sight!

Out of my sight!

Calm down, Jens.

- And? - Seventeen over eleven.

That's not so good.

It's your fault.

Want me to stay?

No, go on.

Are you sure?

Make sure you're home on time, otherwise I can't sleep.

- He knows. - I know.

Shouldn't have asked me to look after you if...

He's...

- the sweetest man I've ever met. - He knows I love you.

And that I need this.

We are just practising a bit.

Doesn't your watch work?

Hello.

- Won't you join us, Kemal? - No, thanks. I can't stay long. Work.

How's business going?

Very well. We talked about a job for Nouri, we're waiting for his answer.

Hear that, Nouri? He's got a job for you.

- Are you sure, Kemal? There's plenty. - No, Mum.

He's just leaving.

You'll have to stay and eat with us next time, Kemal.

Why did you come to live at La Belle Epoque?

What?

Well, you're healthy,

you've got a house,

money to travel.

I had a premonition.

A premonition?

That I'd find the love of my life.

Idiot.

Right.

See you in 3 days?

Viviane, call Myriam van Gastel and say I gave you her number.

From Marutea Invest.

Her group leads the market in elderly care.

Over 50 care homes,

retirement homes, assisted living flats.

And an impeccable reputation.

Sell La Belle Epoque, Viviane.

Then we'll make some time for ourselves.

That's what you wanted, isn't it?

I don't know any more.

I need to think.

OK. Fine.

Seriously?

Not saying I'll do it, I'm just thinking.

- But why? - Because I'm afraid I have no choice.

And because I'm married to the most cunning man in West Flanders.

He probably saw all this coming and now, of all times...

What, now?

When we met, he promised me we'd go around the world on our own boat.

- It sounds a lot like blackmail. - Exactly. The bastard.

Well, we'll take a look, shall we?

What was that?

Marutea Invest.

Oh, they invest in people.

Investments in elderly care, a building company for care homes,

a tile... Tile factory?

A night-time comfort business. Handy.

CEO.

And Botox.

No.

Good morning, Chef.

For God's sake!

Stop that.

Sorry, Chef.

Sorry.

Right.

Fetch some butter.

Any butter?

Don't start, eh?

No.

Oh no, I don't believe this. No. Oh my God.

Bert, lift your feet.

Go on, Bert.