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DAY 62

- Did you get it?
- Yes.

- What now, MacGyver?
- You'll see.

What have we got ourselves into?

6 WEEKS EARLIER

You can start serving. OK?

Shouldn't that be halal?

What do you know?

It can't be trusted.

Bitch.

- What? What was that?
- That'll do, guys.

Roxy, go and throw those
bottles in the glass container.

Excuse me.

Mrs Speltinckx,
my condolences.

Sorry to disturb
at a time like this,

but I've been asked
to do an inventory.

Seizure will occur in 2 weeks.

I assume the things
in the communal areas

belong to the retirement home?

Could you come
with me, please?

- Is there a problem, Joyce?
- A problem? No.

The man is looking
at the place for his mother.

I'm going to...

She won't stay much longer.

We need to discuss
her apartment.

Honestly, Denise.

The man has only
just been cremated.

I can't see why she should stay
in such a big apartment.

Roxy!

- What's going on here?
- I have no idea.

- I think a storm's coming.
- What?

What? Couldn't you
throw them a bit harder?

They didn't hear in Tokyo.

You said to throw
the bottles away. So...

Yes.

No respect, stupid bitch.

- Nouri!
- What? Say that again?

You do understand Dutch,
don't you? You stupid bitch.

Come on, then.

Hey. Stop it!

Bloody Turk.

Guys!

Do something, Gilbert.

- What am I?
- Hey. Don't!

Stop it! Stop it, goddammit!
Do you want a clip around the ear?

Stop it, guys!
Come on. Come here.

Give it a rest.
I said stop.

What a way to act!

SCRATCH MY BACK

- Thank you, everyone...
- We demand an explanation, Viviane.

Why was that bailiff
here and, above all,

- how could you hide it?
- Calm down.

All in good time.

First, the incident
with Roxy and Nouri.

Viviane, I want
to know what's going on.

- So do we.
- It's just an unpaid invoice.

I was a bit sloppy.

I made a mistake
and I'm going to fix it.

It'll be sorted out
by tomorrow. OK?

All right?

Can we get on?

Right. I think we all agree

that what happened
this morning was unacceptable.

And certainly
at a time like that.

May I?

I certainly don't want
to condone the behaviour.

- So don't.
- Well.

Mr Dutchman's
suddenly against it.

I don't have a problem
admitting my mistakes.

I knew this would
happen from the start.

You mustn't forget
they are still young.

Yes. And next time
it will be one of us.

- These things happen.
- Elder abuse.

It's in the papers.

They should be given
a second chance.

This was their second chance.

I...

I think we should
give them another chance.

If we throw them out now,

it won't do them
any good. On the contrary.

And it won't be
of any help to us either.

And I'm sure that...

That Bert would think the same.

Consider this a warning.
And you won't get a second one.

If it were up to me,
you'd be out right now.

But clearly some are
prepared to stand by you.

Make sure
it never happens again.

Now shake hands, go on.

Right, now go home.

Can we agree that that's
the end of our misery for today?

Yes.

But the gas
and electricity bill is...

Is it Alain?

Hi, Alain.

No, Alain, I can't.
I really can't now.

I said I had to think
about it for a while.

Yes.

Shit.

Sverre, we have been
extremely patient with you.

- That's the final straw.
- That's not mine.

On drugs. Sverre, honey...

- Have I misjudged you so badly?
- No, Mum.

- The truth, Sverre.
- Mum, it's not mine, I'm telling you.

Stop manipulating your mother.
Where did those drugs come from?

How should I know
if they're not mine?

Of course.

You never know,
never do anything wrong.

Go and explain that
to that man in hospital.

- Mum.
- Right.

It stops here. I'm washing
my hands of you, young man.

He understands.
Don't you, Darling?

No, Joëlle. No.

If he can't be honest with his
parents, he's not welcome here.

- It isn't mine.
- You've had your chance.

Go on. Take your stuff and go.

Get out of my sight!

Come on, get in.

Nouri, you're my pal,
you know that.

But my back's to the wall,
you understand?

You get one more chance.
Take it or leave it.

OK, fine. But you can
tell Dominique yourself.

- Don't blame me for the consequences.
- Kemal.

This is the only way,
otherwise accidents will happen.

OK?

I'll let you know where and when.
Make sure you're there.

Now get out.

Maggie, not again.

Frans? When will Frans be home?

Is he still marking exams?

- I've cooked dinner.
- Come on, Maggie.

Go back to bed before
Frans starts to worry. Come on.

- Yes?
- Yes. Go back to bed.

- All right?
- Yes, fine.

Be careful there.

- I'm glad you're here, Vi.
- For you, always.

- What are you doing?
- Just imagine,

you and me
in the Caribbean.

- Alain, please.
- Come on, Viviane. Close your eyes.

Can you see it?

The clear blue water.

Palms in the distance.

It's really hot,

but a gentle sea breeze
means it's quite pleasant.

Stop it, Alain.

Did you call Myriam?

I'm hoping
to find other options.

What? And not sell it?

- No.
- What about our trip?

- Our trip?
- Yes.

Your trip, you mean?

Are you actually
interested in what I do?

Of course I am.

I'm doing it for us.
This here.

As if you will ever take
a year off work.

I told the Board
of Directors this morning.

- Really?
- I realise I got it wrong, Viviane.

I focused on my job.

And put off all our plans,
our dreams.

Later, later, later.

But you've made me see.

I'm grateful to you for that.

I got it wrong.

I want to work on us.

Get things back
to how they were.

It's now or never, Viviane.

I love you.

I want to show you the world.

I still love you too.

- Let's eat.
- Yes.

- I'm starving.
- Me too.

Gaetan. I've made you
your favourite dish.

Well, had it made.
I didn't make it myself.

Gaetan made it. Look.

DAY 17

Good morning.

- Here. A cup of coffee.
- Thanks.

- Is there any stevia?
- What?

- Stevia?
- Ste... Stevia?

I'm beginning to understand
why your parents threw you out.

Come on. It can't be
that bad, can it?

It'll have blown over in a week.

You don't know my dad.

OK. You can't pretend you didn't
do anything wrong, can you?

I wouldn't let it slide!

That's it. Take their side.

- What about me?
- What about me?

You think being a criminal
is that interesting?

- What are you trying to prove?
- As if you know anything about it.

I know more than I'd like to.

But my dad couldn't arrange
community service.

Believe me,
life is difficult enough.

Try explaining to women
that you've been in prison.

Right. I'll see you
in the kitchen in half an hour?

And not a word to Viviane,
or I'll get into serious trouble.

What are you doing out there?

And watch what you're
doing on that grass.

It's artificial grass.

Are you going
to phone that locksmith?

- This lock still sticks.
- I'll do it tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.
- I've got time.

Yes. Tomorrow.

Goedertier speaking.

Mr Mertens.
What a surprise!

Yes.

Ad? I don't think
she's going to come.

Gaby? Do you want to play?

- Me?
- Yes, who else?

Yes.

Hey Sverre,
you can play cards, right?

Is the Pope Catholic?

Come on, join us.

What are we playing?
Texas hold 'em? Razz? Omaha?

Bridge.

Really?

What did I hear? That someone
is training to be a hairdresser?

This is our hair salon.

It hasn't been used for a while
because we've had to economise.

What do you reckon?

I'm sure you could make
lots of people here very happy.

It's not looking
that good at the moment,

but if you give it all
a wipe down then...

I'm a hairdresser.
Not a cleaner.

Well, Gaby?

Is that your poker face?
What've you got?

Just some pictures
and a small bladder.

And I really need to go.

What've you got, Mia?

Nothing.

Ad?

Flush.

You're not the only one
who can play, son.

Sorry, Granddad.

Sverre? Having fun?

Right, thanks.
We'll do it again soon.

- Mr Mertens.
- Call me Ludo.

Here. Don't take your eyes off
that car for a second.

Understood?

Werner, fantastic you could
arrange this at such short notice.

- Nice old car.
- Nice old car?

- It used to belong to James Bond.
- James Bond?

Yes, honestly. There are only
two like it in the whole world.

It's priceless.

Goldfinger.

Goldfinger.

- That is...
- Yes. Honestly.

Everyone always sees us as the big,
bad giant in the business,

but I'm not a fan of all those
impersonal old people's homes

where the people
are just a room number.

Two of our five core values
are cosiness and homeliness.

And La Belle Epoque
fits in perfectly.

Do you know
how I started Marutea?

No.

Dad had to go somewhere
and we couldn't cope at home.

He had a wonderful
time there, I'm sure he did.

That's exactly how I started.

But with my mother.

Really?

A biscuit?

Thank you.

Well? Can you manage?

Don't worry.
It's not the first time.

I'm at work, Nelson.
What is the matter?

Goddammit.
Where are you?

Be right there, I'm coming.

- What's your handicap?
- Twelve.

I'm not surprised.

Finance is obviously
not your only talent.

That's why I wanted
to meet up with you.

Look, Werner,
I'll get straight to the point.

I'd like to put you forward
for the position of regional manager.

- Oh, right.
- But...

Your figures.

Your figures are
nothing to write home about.

Yet you are in one
of the wealthiest towns in Flanders.

What do you mean?

Take Verbeek, your colleague.

The ground is much less fertile
where he is than where you are.

But he more than doubled
turnover last quarter.

With those
Live Life investments.

Exactly, Werner.
With Live Life.

But I'm not really keen
on offering them to my customers.

Why not?

I have doubts
about the bank behind it.

Bach & Goldstein.
Solid as a rock, man.

Solid as a rock. They said that
about Lehman Brothers too.

OK, Werner. Look,

I'm prepared to back you
for the position of regional manager,

but you have to give me
the right ammunition

to convince the Board

you're a good and loyal
bank employee.

And therefore
the right man for the job.

- We understand each other, right?
- Yes.

So if you've got
any moral objections...

Nelson?

Melissa?

- Nelson? Nelson?
- Hey, calm down.

- Melissa.
- Stop.

- I want to see my brother and sister.
- It's against the rules.

Fuck that. What's the rule
about kidnapping?

- Who said to lock 'em up?
- The judge.

Maybe we can arrange
something if you calm down.

- Maybe?
- Believe me,

we only do it if we have
no choice. It's for their safety.

They were alone,
nothing to eat or drink.

- I look after them.
- You can't.

- I've got a job.
- It's community service.

Be honest.
Are they safe with your mum?

- Roxy.
- Hey, come here, you. Up you come.

Hello. How are you?

What's it like here?

- It's not nice here.
- Isn't it?

I'll be back again in a few days.

Meanwhile,
take care of your sister.

- Promise me, Nelson.
- All right.

We all knew it would
come to this eventually.

It can't go on.

First her jewellery, now this.

What if I pay
for a nurse to come in?

It's not about
the personnel, Frans.

She won't leave tomorrow,

but I'd like you
to look for alternatives…

More suited to her needs.

Yes.

Where were you?

I gave you a second chance
and you've done it again.

Roxy went to fetch
my medication.

Oh, OK. Sorry.

Did your mum forget you?

Or can't you
smoke joints at home?

It's just a cigarette.

I was in Amsterdam
in the '60s, son.

That time's over.

I'm supposed
to be old and wise now.

Please don't tell Viviane.

If you promise
not to cheat at cards any more.

What? I won honestly.

Of course you did.

Sverre. You can go home.
It's almost 7pm.

I left something upstairs.

I've come to see how you are.

Not good.

- May I come in?
- I'd rather you didn't.

- What's the matter?
- My husband has just died.

I've also lost a friend,
you know.

Have you?
Some friend you are.

Now you're talking nonsense.
This isn't what Bert wanted.

What Bert wanted?

Do you really think
he had no problem with it?

He sacrificed his dignity for me.

And what for?

Bert deserved better,
goddammit.

Hey, take it easy, Granddad.
It's stronger than in the '60s.

Call me Ad.

I don't get it.

I'm 74 now,

but still don't know
any more about women

than I did when I was 17.

And, one way or another,

I still manage to lose them all.

My ex-wife,

my daughter...

And now I've managed
to lose the only woman

who ever really mattered too.

You'll have to pay for that.

What?

I'm short on cash.

I bare my soul to you
and you go on about money.

I'm not a charity, Granddad.

- Thank you.
- And now shut up.

Where's that handsome boy
with my breakfast?

Sweetheart,

I have to talk to you
about something.

If it's about that boy,
I don't want to hear it.

Maggie,

a time's coming

when we can't live
together any more.

That's fine, darling.

Where is that boy?

You didn't send him away?

No, Maggie.
I didn't send him away.

Yes?

Oh, Nouri.

Nouri,

seeing as Maggie's
taken a liking to you,

I wanted to ask you

whether you could
look after her today?

I have to... run an errand.

Not scared
I'll kidnap her?

OK, I understand.
That's fair. I deserve that.

But she doesn't.

OK, it's fine.

Thanks, Nouri.
Thank you.

Can you feed her?

- I have to finish my round first.
- I'll do that.

- But...
- No. I'll do that. No.

4PM AT THE SHED. KEMAL

CAN'T, HAVE TO WORK

BE THERE!!

He was smiling
when I found him.

5 years.

He chased me for 5 years.

But I wasn't interested
in such a boring old man.

I had enough admirers.

- Until...
- Until what?

Some idiot ran off
with all my money.

I was 40, and suddenly
I had nothing.

Oh wow. And then?

Then Bert turned up.

I really hope you
meet someone like him.

I'll have three.

One with money,
one to fuck, one to talk to.

Sorry.

I don't think I ever
loved anyone more.

Sorry.

- Frans?
- Here you are, Paula, your breakfast.

Why are you bringing it?

As... As a favour to Maggie.

Enjoy.

- Don't you ever wear a dress?
- You think I'm a dyke, right?

- A what?
- A dyke.

- Someone who likes women.
- And are you?

No. But my legs are too
short and my arse is too fat.

What's wrong, Nelson?

I can't, I told you.

Yes, but you look after
your sister.

Hey, Nelson, promise?

Nelson, stop going on.
I'll come tomorrow. OK?

I'm going now. Bye.

- Dammit. I have to find a job.
- Where is their mother?

The drunk bitch
has got herself locked up

because she's scared
I'll do something to her.

- Have we finished?
- Yes. You can get down now.

I'll talk to my son-in-law. The father
of those two little rascals.

- He fits bathrooms.
- A plumber.

- A what?
- A plumber.

No, he has a bathroom company,
designer bathrooms.

I'm sure he could use
a good worker.

Why would he take me?

Because he always listens
to his mother-in-law. A bonbon?

A what?

- A sweet.
- Oh no, thank you.

- Would you like an ice cream?
- No, thank you.

Did you know
you often look sad?

- Do I?
- Yes.

A handsome boy like you too.

Shouldn't you be at school?

I've left.

Well, technically
I got thrown out.

Why?

I'm not a good student.

And I crashed
the headmaster's car.

Oh dear.

And your diploma?

Don't you regret it?

It isn't easy
for Mum at home.

I have to start earning money.

If I had my own garage then...

As for that diploma...
God knows.

Don't worry about it.

Frans can fix it.

I'll ask him
when he's back from Gaston.

- Gaston?
- His brother.

- Don't you want an ice cream?
- No, thank you.

- Are you ashamed of me?
- No, of course not.

- There's just a long waiting list.
- "There's just a long waiting list."

I want out of here.

You promised me.

- It's not that bad here, is it?
- I want out of here!

Not those cups and plates.

Put a serviette on them.

Joyce?

Hi.

Hi, Joyce.

Have you had
a chance to ask Viviane

when it may be possible to...

pay me my wages?

Jeanine and I have
the same problem.

I haven't got any idea really.

- I'll mention it again. OK?
- Yes, if you could.

By the way,
you're looking nice today.

Oh, I've got a date.

Have you?
Well, great.

Isn't it?
Right, I have to get on.

Viviane, I beg you,

please don't make me
put my wife in such a place.

- It's like a zoo. Animals in cages.
- Frans.

I'll make sure
she doesn't disturb anyone.

Plus, Nouri can help now,
it's going really well.

Nouri won't be here forever.

But wasn't that
the plan to start with?

A place where
you help each other.

Where old people
are people, and not just old.

Hélène would have
wanted that too.

Frans, please,
leave my mum out of it.

You know it's true.

- Hello, welcome to Ikaros.
- The Regional Manager Seminar?

- Eighth floor, on the right.
- Thank you, madam.

Could you help me
with my button, please?

- There you are.
- Thank you. That's very kind of you.

- What?
- Nothing.

Suppose terrorists
attacked this place

and made you fuck
one of the old people,

- who would you choose?
- Flo.

And which one of the men?

You don't think
their thing still works?

But if you had to choose.

The Dutchman then.

- And you?
- Viviane.

- She's not old.
- No, but she could do with it.

Sleazebag.

- Is something the matter?
- Oh, no.

I just came to say
thank you for this afternoon.

I do it for her, not you.

Maggie told me
you were expelled?

Yes. So?

You can always
take exams outside of school.

Maybe I can find some
spare time to tutor you.

If you come help
with Maggie now and then.

After work, obviously.

Why would I?

It may be an old man's
stupid question,

but do you realise the great future
that could be yours if you did?

A future doing what?
Nodding yes from 9 to 5?

Being humiliated
by people like you?

- Is that your only prospect?
- No.

People will respect me.

Why? Because
you're the big boss?

- There are other options.
- Are there?

Nouri,

sometimes you have to look
beyond what they've taught you.

They won't come and give it to you,
you have to grab it yourself.

Fuck it!

Good morning.

- No. No.
- What are you up to?

- Kemal, you don't get it.
- I think you don't get it. Let's go.

This is the first floor
with the apartments.

Can you note down
that there's no lift?

I'm glad I can see it for myself.
That way, I can absorb the atmosphere.

Absolutely.

This room, for example,
is certainly worth looking at.

- Perfect.
- Thank you.

There's potential, certainly.

Gaby, could you... 5 minutes?

Oh yes, of course.
Sorry, excuse me.

Thanks, Gaby.

I'll bring an appraiser
and architect this week?

Well, that's a bit difficult.

I don't want to worry
the residents unnecessarily.

Besides,

I don't think an architect is
necessary. Everything's already here.

We have to maximise
the number of rooms.

Sorry, I don't follow you.

Viviane,

it has to be made
profitable, doesn't it?

You wouldn't have to sell it
if it were, would you?

Are there fish in the pond?

Flo, you mustn't
let yourself go like this.

The piano's been
sadly neglected.

Ad is walking around,
tail between his legs.

I'm not interested in Ad.

I've got an idea.

- Too what?
- Too shark-like.

There'd be nothing
left of the place, nothing.

Myriam wants to turn it
into a zoo with cages. I won't.

- I'll find another solution.
- What kind of solution?

What's going on, Viviane?

I can't abandon
these people. Sorry.

I'll find a solution, I promise.
One that works for both of us.

I just need more time.

Viviane?

Viviane, one little thing,
Nouri hasn't turned up.

- What's the matter?
- Sorry, Joyce, not now.

Viviane?

Viviane?