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DAY 65

- This is so exciting.
- It is, isn't it?

- I'm nervous.
- Really?

- Yes. Is it like this every day?
- Yes, every day.

OK.

1 MONTH EARLIER

I may have found
a solution for you.

The bank has developed
a new financial product,

with as good a return
as possible in the present climate.

And 100%, no,
200% risk-free.

Live Life.

I shouldn't jump
with no parachute,

now you're offering
a totally risk-free investment.

It's true
I wasn't so keen initially.

No financial product
is entirely without risk, of course,

but I'd forgotten about Live Life.

It was only recently developed
by our bank and really is very safe.

It's just the thing
in terms of investments.

I'm annoyed with myself
for not thinking of it before.

It sounds almost
too good to be true.

Anyway, there's
no money left to invest.

Everything's gone to the home.

And the residents?

I understand
they don't want to leave.

Maybe that's
where the solution lies.

SCRATCH MY BACK

If Mohammed won't
come to the mountain...

DAY 31

You don't want
to work with us any more?

Shame.

A boy like you could go far.

Kemal, here, only has
half the talent you have.

And look at him.

The deal was
twelve exclusive cars.

I've only got eight.

So I paid you
10,000 euros too much.

And if I understand
correctly, it's gone.

I don't care how,

but you are going to pay.

With interest this time.

You left or right-handed?

I'm not a fan
of second chances but,

a boy with your talents

is a rarity.

But of course I also have
to protect my investment.

So... left or right?

Right.

Let go of me!

Nouri.

- Joint owner of the retirement home?
- Correct.

- You mean we have to pay your debts?
- Let her finish speaking.

If you join the bank's
investment plan,

I'll be the guarantor
for a new loan

and that way you become
joint owners of La Belle Epoque.

How much money
are we talking about?

10,000? 20,000?

50,000?

- 200,000 euros.
- Wow.

How can that be?

All I'm asking is that

you listen to what
the bank manager has to say,

and then decide.

If you don't want
to do it, I'll understand.

But then that's the end.

The poor woman
has a screw loose.

Yes, definitely.

On the other hand...
Where else do we go?

I can't see any reason
not to do what Viviane is asking.

The headmaster and I
finally agree on something.

What the hell?

What's happened here?

Nouri? Where have you been?

Come on, Rudy. What are those
poor people supposed to eat?

I'm sorry, Gilbert,
but I can't this time.

First pay the bills.
I've waited long enough.

- Now?
- I don't know.

Go and see if there is
anything in the storeroom.

Hey, Gilbert. Would you like
to come to a concert next week?

- Yes.
- You would?

Yes, of course. Well... What is it?
What I mean is, where do I...

- When do I pick you up?
- You don't have to. Pieter will.

- In his police van.
- Pieter?

- Yes.
- Who's Pieter?

Pieter, my date. He's a cop,
so we will have to behave.

But maybe you can pick up Lore.
She's Pieter's colleague.

She's a great girl.

- Lore?
- Yes.

Is that OK?

- Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
- Great.

What?

- That Lore may be a lovely girl.
- Yes, of course.

You don't have
to be pretty to be lovely.

When are you finally
going to listen to me?

You should've seen
yourself standing there.

It's too late now.

It's not. It's never too late.

Maybe you happen to have
a date you'd forgotten about.

Show her you can win
a prize or two yourself.

- How can I help you?
- I've come to see the boss.

For a job interview.

You mean the Human
Resources Manager.

The big boss.

Mr Verbiest?

Johan Van Haecke.

I've got an appointment.

- What's your name?
- Roxy.

- Maes.
- Roxy. Maes.

You can take a seat there.

As you can read in the brochure,
it concerns a structured investment.

In other words, the return
on Live Life is directly linked

to a promising
investment scheme.

This month, for example,

we have investments
linked to dividend shares.

The Australian dollar,
emerging market bonds,

the recovery
of American exchanges, etc. etc.

- Now let's take a look at...
- What if your bank collapses?

A very good question, sir.
The gentleman is right.

But I can assure you,

banks have learnt some tough
lessons from the recent past.

Ikaros certainly has.

We will be staying away
from dangerous waters for good.

So the chance of us sailing
into an iceberg is non-existent.

The risk you run is
zero point zero zero zero.

Nonsense!

No investment is without risk.

Read the brochure.

The investment is linked
to capital protection.

- Oh, sorry.
- The gentleman is right.

On the maturity date, the capital
protection by Bach & Goldstein

means that
the risk is restricted.

But the most important thing
is that the return on Live Life

could be five or even six per cent,
if the dynamics are favourable.

If the dynamics are favourable.

Right. Any more questions?

It is your decision,
of course.

Discuss it amongst yourselves.

Thank you for listening.
I'll leave the forms here, OK?

And the brochures,
if you want them. Thanks.

Goodbye, sir.

Thanks, Werner. Really.

How can I thank you?

I know.

- Sorry.
- It's OK.

I'm married.

So am I.

I'll let you know
what they decide, OK?

- We'll keep our fingers crossed.
- Thanks.

Who comes
for a job interview like that?

And that hair.
I mean, you don't do that.

Imagine her working here.

I don't understand why you want
to work in the care sector again.

You've got a chance
to get a decent job now.

What's a decent job,
in your opinion?

I don't know.

- In a clothes shop or somewhere.
- A clothes shop?

I don't think I could.

No, I need to feel like
I've contributed, you know?

I want a fulfilling job.

I don't believe that.

I know from experience, there's little
fulfilment in caring for people.

Madam has changed a dirty diaper
and suddenly she's an expert.

So it's really closing?

I don't know why Viviane's husband
doesn't buy it. He's stinking rich.

Alain has never
believed in the home.

Werner, you mean.

No, that's the bank manager.
Alain is her husband.

- Oh. Then Werner is her lover.
- No.

He is. I saw them myself
in the corridor.

I've got an eye
for things like that.

You're imagining things.

I don't know.
I don't know if I trust it.

I don't want
to lose my savings.

I'd have to move in
with Jean if I did.

He doesn't want that.

And neither do I.

I've always been very
happy here with Maggie,

so...

I'm going to do it.

Me too.

What about you, Flo?

I don't know.

Or if I'm even staying here.

I'll do it, too.

I'll sign up to it.

- Seriously? Really? Seriously?
- Yes.

That's fantastic.

- Joyce.
- Yes?

- I won't forget it in a hurry.
- What?

Anyone else would have sought
another job under the circumstances.

Thank you.

So, tell me.
How did you manage it?

Or was it because
you batted your eyelashes?

Something like that.

What?

Don't be ridiculous.

Well? Did you get the job?

You did go?

Yes, I went.

- What did Johan say?
- Nothing. I didn't see him.

I didn't like it.

All those stuck-up women
looking at me like a piece of shit.

"You probably mean the Human
Resources Manager." Honestly.

So you'd rather
Nelson and Melissa

moved from children's
home to children's home

than you having to work
in a company full of stuck-up women?

Wow. What's going on here?

- To what do I owe this?
- I did it.

What?

I got a new loan.

Oh?

Aren't you proud?

Proud?

We'll go on the trip one day.

I can't give up
the home for it?

Can't you just
be pleased for me?

Do you care about me?

Of course, darling,

but be honest,

what is the point
of having new capital?

The debts aren't the home's
biggest problem. You are.

You aren't cut out
to run a company.

I thought you would realise that.

You're a dreamer, darling.

Now wake up.

I can't keep
offering you a way out.

Viviane.

Come on, Vi.

Viviane.

You don't deserve that.

DAY 38

What's the matter?

Maggie.
Calm down.

It's me, Frans.

Maggie, Maggie.

Flo?

Flo?

Gaby.

Interested in a port?

Seeing as it's you,
just a small one.

What are your plans for today?

Haven't got any.

Sitting down and taking it easy.

And reading my book.

What about you?
What are you going to do?

I'm going to look
for a new girlfriend.

You won't regret it.
I can assure you.

Gaby...

I just want
to do right by Maggie, but…

I no longer know how.

Maybe it's time to...

You've done a fantastic job, Frans.

You mustn't blame yourself.

I know someone at an
excellent nursing home.

I can arrange an emergency
admission, if you like.

Yes.

How much...

How much longer
have I got, doctor?

Oh, Nouri. Come in.

Be quiet, though.
Maggie's asleep.

So what happened
to your hand?

Shut in a door.

A car door.

Nouri.

Have you thought about
my suggestion to tutor you?

- No.
- No? Why not?

Why spend years at school

just to get a stupid job
or nothing at all?

Do your parents agree with that?

My parents?

My mother doesn't know.

But she's pleased
with what I bring home.

And my father died last year.

Of emphysema.

With a diploma,

he'd had to work his arse off
for a pittance among the asbestos.

Frans?

There's nothing going on.

- You're just imagining things.
- I get it.

The novelty's gone.
You want someone else.

- Gaby? Are you feeling OK?
- I've always known.

You're an opportunist.

With a lot to say, but when
it matters, you're not there.

I've knocked on your door
every day. And what for?

You became an icy bitch
when Bert died.

At least Bert was a man.

He really loved me.

- So do I.
- You?

You only love yourself.

And you wonder why
all your women left you.

Do you know what's funny?

You telling me
to look at myself!

Jesus!

- Morning, Carlo.
- It's a good one.

DAY 40

Frans? Frans?

I'm busy, Maggie.

Are we going on holiday?

Sweetheart,
we've already discussed this,

but we're going to have to live
separately for a while.

- No.
- Yes. We have no choice.

I'm not going anywhere.
I'm staying here.

I like it here.

Sorry, sweetheart.
I'm sorry.

I know it hasn't been easy
for you in recent weeks.

The decision has been made.

I want to stay with you.

It'll get better.

We both know
things will only get worse.

That's not true.

I'll behave. I promise.

I can keep it under control.

Yes, but it's not about that.

Sorry to disturb you,
but they're here.

Maybe it's best if I postpone it.

I don't think you can, Frans.

Maggie, are you coming?

Where are we going?

Are we going on holiday?

Yes, we're going on holiday.

Look, look here.
Look who's here.

Poor Frans.

Joyce, about that concert.

- Sorry, I can't come.
- Oh?

Yes. I'd completely forgotten
I already had another date.

You know how it is, right?

That's a shame.

- Lore was really up for it.
- Yes.

Maybe we could all go out
for a drink together afterwards?

No, Joyce, no. No.

I really haven't got time.
My head's spinning.

What's up?
Do you want to sit in it?

Come on, get in.

You know,

Sean Connery's hands
have been on there.

Oh, man, man.
This car, this car... It...

It means everything to me.

I still remember the first time I went
to see Goldfinger with my father.

I decided then that I'd be driving
around in this car one day.

Following your dream
is the most important thing in life.

- And? What's your dream?
- Good question.

Come on. You must have
a dream. Not even as a child?

That was a long time ago.
You'll have to ask my mother.

Do you know what your
problem is? You don't dare.

We didn't get to the top
of the food chain

by thinking small, did we?
Think big, man.

Seize the moment
and take what you can.

- No one is going to do it for you.
- You have a point there.

You're right, I do.

OK, let's go for a spin,
Mr Regional Manager.

- Really?
- Come on.

Hello. I'm Joëlle D'Hooghe,
Sverre's mum.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Has Sverre been
coming to do his...

- His community service?
- He's first to arrive in the morning

- and last to leave at night.
- Really?

I'm so relieved.

You see, he...

He hasn't been home lately.

Do you happen to know
where he's sleeping?

Maybe it's best
if you ask Sverre yourself.

Oh, yes. Right.

You're a sad boy, you are.
Eh? What's your name, son?

Eh? What's your name?

Gilbert, can you help
me upstairs for a moment?

Thank you.

- Hello, son.
- Mum.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Sverre, honey,
I spoke to Dad

and he's prepared
to let you come home.

We could try to...

Just come home.

- She's going to Paris.
- To Paris?

- Yes, to Paris.
- To do what?

To enjoy what Bert left her,
of course. What else?

Maybe she's got a new lover.

We really should
discuss her room now.

It's true, isn't it?

- What's the matter?
- When were you going to tell me?

Paris.

I have to get on
with my life, Amber.

- What do you mean?
- Why am I still here?

I'm reminded of Bert
everywhere I look.

I have to go.
My life is in Paris.

- In Paris?
- Yes.

I love the city, I feel good there.
And there's always something going on.

It's the first time,
since Bert died,

that I'm looking forward
to something again.

Bullshit, Flo!

You're just running
away from things.

Good luck in Paris.

Honey, I'm home.

Hey, where have you been?

I called you five times.

- The girls wanted to go shopping.
- Poor things!

God! I can smell
where you've been.

- I'm living the dream, Sylvia.
- That'll do, Werner, go away.

What's up? Is that how
it's going to be from now on?

Are you going
to sink even lower?

- You're wrong.
- Am I?

Yes. That's not how you talk
to the new regional manager.

- The what?
- The new regional manager.

And things are going to change
from now on. You'll see.

And very soon too.

Goldfinger.

The Midas touch...

...too much.

What did your mother say?

Can you go home?

Do you know the first thing
I did when I got out of prison?

I went to see everyone
I had wronged and said sorry.

That's all. Simple, eh?

And it may sound strange,

but I felt much
calmer from then on.

Why were you inside?

For stupid things.

All kinds of things.

They eventually got me
for handling stolen goods.

And...

how is it with Joyce?

Shouldn't you be
thinking about yourself?

We are on schedule.

Tomorrow,

I'll say I'm going
to the concert after all.

Your plan had
better work, buddy.

Almost done, Nouri?

Got it.

Shit!

- Security.
- What?

- Security.
- And the car?

Fuck the car!
Come on.

You can't do that, can you?

Good morning.
Johan Van Haecke, please.

Good morning.

Good morning.
Oh, good morning.

- Good morning, Joyce.
- Good morning.

Oh, by the way, now that you're
here, my date has cancelled.

So I can come
to that concert after all.

Oh, but I've already
given away your ticket.

- Given it away?
- Yes.

- You can't do that. You mustn't.
- Yes, but...

Well, you couldn't go, so…

- Yes, but... It was just...
- Gilbert.

I don't know
what's wrong with you lately.

Or what I've done.

But I don't understand
you any more. I don't...

Mia? Are you all right?

It's nothing.
It's nothing. I'm fine.

- There's no need.
- What happened?

Johan just called.

- Johan?
- The bathroom company.

I'm glad you returned.

I'm really proud of you.

What's this?

PALLIATIVE CARE

None of your business.

OK.

I've got cancer.

Stomach cancer.

And it has spread.

I've been lucky up till now,

with my ailments.

Nothing that a strong
painkiller couldn't solve.

But those pills
don't help any more.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know myself.

Promise me you
won't just disappear.

You can't do that
to your daughter.

Some things in life
you can't understand

till you've been
through them yourself.

And I'm going
to do this my way.

No one needs to know.

And I don't want you
to interfere.

I want to come too.

Here. Try that on.

I want to do
what you did, Flo.

Dance.

And I want to go to parties
with famous people.

And I want lots of lovers
who are stinking rich.

- It's very retro.
- But it is very with-it.

- Very what?
- Very trendy.

So I can come?

- Did you hear me say you could?
- Please, Flo, take me with you.

As your maid. You could use
a maid at your age, eh?

For free.

I want peace and quiet
and no predicaments.

Predicaments?
What predicaments?

Girls like you always mess up.

I should know.

Be quiet for Daddy.

Sorry, wrong room.

Hello. Is Nouri home?

- Nouri!
- Who is it?

- I don't know.
- Come here.

Did you patch things up
with your mother?

Are you going home tonight?

I know you're sleeping upstairs.

I can't allow it.
You do realise that?

If there's anything
I can do, just ask.

- Let me help you, Mum.
- Thanks, son.

Who's that man?

- Someone from work.
- I'm a friend of your son's.

I'm helping him
with his studies.

What did he say?

He's going to help me
with my homework.

Frans, she's Turkish,
not deaf.

Thank you.

So you're the man
of the house here?

My father died young too.

My mum had to cope
all on her own.

We had to work really hard too.

- But you went to university?
- Yes, my brother took over the farm.

And I could go
live it up at university.

I will always be grateful to him
for giving me that chance.

Right, shall we start?

Have you got your books
here somewhere?

Why are you still here?

Is it good for pain?

Absolutely.

Could I have some?

That's fine, we can start
with plane geometry, if you want.

If you've got problems with that.

Nouri, put the books away,
dinner's ready.

OK, that's fine.

Right, we'll carry on tomorrow.

Frans, I don't think
she's going to give you a choice.

Well,

thank you.

Hmm, that smells delicious!

How do you say
"bon appétit" in Turkish?

- Afiyet olsun.
- Right.

- Afiyet olsun.
- Afiyet olsun.

The electricity hasn't been paid
this month. Who's going to pay it?

- I've got two jobs.
- Yeah, two jobs.

You'd be better off... It'd be better
if you had one good job.

Hello, babe.

Jens... Jens, hold on,
Mum will... Shit.

Sorry, sweetie, go on.

What?

With Isabelle?

Chanel Isabelle?

Right. Whatever.

Dickhead!

Jens, stop it!

Sorry, Jens, I shouldn't
have shouted at you.

Sorry. Hey, little brother.

Come here.

Good evening
and welcome to the News.

There's a huge panic
in the financial world

due to the unexpected bankruptcy of
American reinsurer Bach & Goldstein.

Millions of investors throughout
the world have been affected by it.

In our country too,
the bankruptcy will...

It can't be.

All eyes are now on the reaction
of the American Federal Reserve.

Here's Rob Heirbout
with more details.

Viviane,

don't worry,
I won't let it happen.

- It can't be.
- I'll sort it out.

I'll go to the bank and make
sure you don't have to sell.

- Really?
- I promise.

Everything will be fine.

- And the boat?
- That can wait. Don't worry about it.

I'll sort it.
That's no way to leave.

- Do you really mean it?
- I promise.

Come on, dry your tears.
I can't bear to see you like that.

Hey.

- I'm not worth this.
- Don't say that.

I've been so stupid, Alain.

I thought you...

And then Werner
was there and I...

What are you saying?

I slept with Werner.

You are joking, aren't you?

Right?

Viviane, with...
With Werner?

You chose that peasant,
of all people?

I was confused.

I needed someone.

And you weren't there.

- Oh, so it was my fault too.
- I'm not saying that.

It was wrong.

Wrong time, wrong person.

You're the only one.

You should've
thought of that before.