02x01 - Welkom terug, klootzak

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Alex. What the f*ck are we doing?

What the f*ck...

It's going to be alright. Okay?

Just the two of us. Alright?
Nobody has to know.

Okay?

HIGH TIDES

A FEW WEEKS EARLIER

Sorry.

Louise, you've got half an hour! Hurry up!

Yes, alright then.

Thank you.

Eleonore.

So, Jan, what's the prognosis?

I don't know.
The fall... caused some damage.

Most patients wake up
from their coma after a few days.

The longer it takes, the lower
the chances of survival. That's...

Does that mean...

that he's going to die?

Hush. Don't think that, okay?

What if he does wake up?
Will there be a lot of damage?

We can't say. We don't know, that's...

We don't seem to know much of anything.
Doctor.

Mrs. Vandael, a coma is a medical mystery.

-Doctor, we...
-How long does a coma last? Weeks? Months?

We don't know that either.

Is there still hope
after two or three months?

Basically...

...none.

-That's bullshit.
-Excuse me?

Bullshit, doctor.

I know my son. He never gives up.

Never.

Never.

-Are there any more questions?
-More than you think, doctor.

Goodbye.

We'll find out.

So pretty.

-Where's Alex?
-No idea.

-Where is Alex?
-On a boat in the South.

He's snorting his way
into another universe.

Please sit down.

Dear parents, family,
acquaintances and friends.

Welcome in God's house.

Dear parents, family, acquaintances
and friends. Welcome in God's house.

Today will be a day of joy.
A day made by God.

Emilie and Charles have invited us

to celebrate their love with them.

Today there are a lot of emotions.

Hope and expectation,

joy and melancholy.

A laugh and a tear.

And total boredom.

A greeting and a kiss.

An upbeat song.

A circle of warmth in which we
get a taste of profound happiness.

A thousand little things
that we can share with love.

WHO IS PRETTIER
THE BRIDE OR HER SISTER?

Because there's nothing more beautiful
than that: love.

There's nothing more beautiful than love.

FOR RENT

Good morning.

Good afternoon.

-Afternoon? What time is it?
-One.

One?

I have to go.

-I don't think that will be possible.
-Why not?

Because.

Emilie, I will love and cherish you
for the rest of my life.

Emilie?

Emilie?

Charles...

I want to be your wife.

And I promise you to remain faithful,
for better or for worse,

in sickness and in health,

for richer or for poorer.

FROM: OLIVIER


FROM: ANOUK
OKAY

I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss each other.

-Olivia is going to play "Big Bad Wolf."
-Matti, hush.

What? That's a good song.

Olivia, come on, honey!

Go on. Just play.

You only have to do
what you've been practicing. Okay?

-Is that Erik Satie or Chopin?
-Are they here?

That's the composer. Idiot.

I know you can hear me.
And I hope that you wake up.

You can hear me, right, Patrick?

Definitely try to communicate lovingly
as much as you can,

to stimulate the patient's recovery.

And that you keep on living
for years to come.

Like a vegetable.

You thought you could get away
with it all,

but I will find out everything.

Because I hate you.

Everyone thinks you fell down the stairs,
but your own daughter shot you.

Everyone hates you.

Welcome back, as*h*le.

Does anyone want an oyster?

Congratulations.

-Hey, sorry I'm late.
-"Sorry, sorry." Just hurry up.

-Where were you? Everyone's here.
-Sorry, I was...

Get your a*s down there and take
about five pictures a person. Okay?

-Sure.
-Alright, Daan!

Get to work.
And fix your sleeve.

Look who's here. Hello.

-Thanks for coming.
-We'll drink to it later.

Thank you. Definitely.
One of my most beautiful brides.

I feel great in my dress, thank you.

-Miss Vandael.
-"Miss."

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

-Congratulations, Angelique.
-Thank you.

-It's amazing.
-It is.

Thomas, get me a drink, will you.
From that bar. Where she's going.

-Mrs. Vandael, we also have water for you.
-Water? That's for the fish.

-A glass of champagne please.
-Sure.

-Actually, make that two. Or no?
-No problem.

There you go.

-And there you go.
-Thanks.

I'm sure I can finish both of these.

-Louise.
-Mrs. Vandael.

Where's Alexander?
I didn't see him in church.

I don't know.
I think he's on a boat in the South.

Business relations.

Probably with a few bottles of champagne
and some lines of coke.

Louise.

-Kids these days.
-Too right.

Alright. Goodbye, buddy.

Thanks, Lou.

There.

-Dude.
-That tastes good.

Isn't it great here?

I want to come here with you, honey.
When we get married.

What? A sham marriage?

-Seriously? You don't want to marry me?
-No, it's a joke. Come here.

Guys.

Matti.

Did you hear from Alex?

Is he still coming?

I wouldn't get my hopes up.

You can let him know
he's still on the guest list.

There's plenty of other people.

What?

Cheers.

-I don't believe he fell down the stairs.
-No one does.

-Oh, Eleonore, this makes me so happy.
-Isn't it a surprise?

He doesn't look great.

-He looks great.
-You think so?

There, let's put the brake on.

Congrats.

-Not your everyday drink. Taittinger.
-Delicious.

-I'm Thomas, by the way.
-Melissa.

Melissa. Family of the bride or the groom?

No, I'm the nanny
of Patrick Vandael's daughter.

He's that vegetable over there.

I'm his mother's nanny.

Sorry.

It's okay, I won't tell.

Speak of the devil.

-Melissa, right?
-Yes.

It was nice to meet you.
Maybe I'll see you again.

Yeah.

How is he doing now?

Still the same. The bleeding in his neck
pushes against the brain stem.

So the brain can't send signals
to the spinal cord.

But the doctors are saying there's hope,
right, Jan? Well, all we can do is wait.

That's great. And how's the new villa?

Better, I guess.
Fewer stairs for him, so that's good.

-Oh, she looks beautiful.
-Doesn't she?

-Congratulations.
-So, Patrick...

That's a luxurious chair
to be sitting in all day.

-That's true. He's certainly comfortable.
-That's a fact.

-He can hear us.
-Oh, he can?

Candy.

What's going on?

-What's this?
-What does it look like?

Like something we sell too.

We've given you enough warnings.

Well...

Knokke is ours, b*tch.

You've got help, right?
People who wash him and...

-We're leaving.
-Already, Jacqueline?

Do you really think
that Patrick is enjoying this?

-To be driven around like some circus act?
-Hey now.

I don't think so.

And you too.
You feel powerful now, don't you?

-Excuse me?
-The whole Vandael group in your hands.

You're not fooling me, Eleonore.

Bye, Mrs. Vandael.

Bonmamie.

Olivia.

-Are you leaving already?
-Yes, honey. Bonmamie is a little tired.

-Is something wrong?
-Have a nice evening.

Thank you, honey.

She's a great kid.
She reminds me of Patrick.

She alone.

-She's all grown up now.
-Indeed.

-Daan.
-Hey.

-Good work.
-Thanks.

-More of those.
-Sure.

Hey.

-Hi.
-Hey.

Are you enjoying yourself?

How are you?

A bit numb, I think.

I'm trying.

I know.

-How's Anouk?
-Good.

She works at a beach bar in Cadzand.

-No more drugs?
-No.

Fun's over.

I'm glad you're happy.

You deserve that. You're...

really authentic.

Thank you.

You can continue. You're doing great.
We'll see each other later.

See you.

Miss Basteyns.

You said you didn't want to touch me
anymore, but...

that would make this difficult.

Come on.

I've missed this.

You're still a little bit mine.

Right?

Hey, photographer.

Am I in your pictures? I wouldn't
want people to think I wasn't here.

f*ck you, Alexander.

Hey. Hey!

Daan!

-Hey. You can't just ignore me.
-I was planning to.

-I noticed.
-I thought you were quitting the Vandaels.

I am. I...

Patrick is the only one
who knows what happened to Claudia.

Mom.

That's all I want to know,
and then I'll leave.

She's dead, Mom.

She's gone.

And still you're working for them.

Look at Patrick.
He won't be telling you a thing.

There is such a thing as a moral boundary.
I want nothing to do with it.

Yet you're still here.

Yeah? Really?

What kind of a shitty party is this?

Honestly. Did I come back for this?

Excuse me.

Put something else on.

Much better.

Come on!

Come on!

It's okay.

It's going to be alright.
Everything is going to be alright.

Okay?

Alex!