02x08 - Het ligt niet aan ons

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Doing great, Dad.

KNOKKE THROUGH DAAN PAROTI'S LENS

HIGH TIDES

f*ck!

What's going on?

We can't use any of these.

Wait, maybe we can remove it.

It's paint, Daan!
Paint on a f*cking picture!

The whole exhibition is f*cked!

Any idea how much it'll cost me?

Christine, please.
Everyone is coming tonight.

Nobody's coming today.

And I know who did this.

-The opening is cancelled, okay?
-f*ck!

Can you bend now as well?

What's this?

Bonmamie.

A marriage contract?

Bonmamie.

What the f*ck. She's completely nuts.
With Thomas?

In community of property?
You can't be serious.

What the f*ck?

Olivia?

Are you sure?

She has to know.

People say that silence is gold.

I don't want to lie anymore, Mom.

Bonmamie is right.

You really are the smartest Vandael.

Okay. I am going to start the car.

MESSAGE CENTER
DAAN - MISSED CALL

Give me that phone.

Come on, give me that phone!

Why?

Because I said so.

You're mine and you'll do what I say.
Give me that phone.

I don't think you can make
any more demands.

Really? Come on, give it to me, dammit.

Come on.

What if I decide what's going to happen?

You don't have anything to decide.

Really?

What do you want to do?
Steal all my money?

And then run away?

Crazy b*tch.

Let go.

Help me up.

Dammit!

I don't have anything for you, boy.

On paper, I have nothing left. Nothing.

You're lying.

You've wasted your time.

Did you really think that I didn't realize
what you were doing?

But at least I had a bit of fun.

Shut up.

Shut up.

All our money, all our assets
are tied up in a corporation.

By the way...

Everything is already in Patrick's name.

-Patrick?
-Yes!

-He has taken away everything from me.
-The only one entitled to my money.

You certainly don't. Loser.

-f*ck.
-Yes.

The only one entitled to my money.

You? Absolutely not.

So you're no longer of any use for me.

-Hey.
-Hey.

What are you doing here?

-We went to see Albert and Marie-Ange.
-And?

A carnage.

Are you getting a divorce?

Okay, come. Coffee and then we can go.

No, we don't have to go anymore.

Christine just called.
The opening is cancelled.

What?

What? Don't play dumb.

-But what...
-I'll explain it to you later.

Come on.

It might be for the best,
considering the circumstances.

-Okay. Come then.
-No, I'm going home.

-Hi, Daan.
-Where is Louise?

-Daan?
-Louise!

You. You're so f*cking selfish.

-Sorry, I...
-You've ruined everything.

Daan, I know, I...

I didn't come here
to listen to your excuses.

What was it? Were you jealous?

You're trying to keep me small, right?
That's what you people do.

-Daan. Let's calm down.
-Mom, it's fine.

Of course it's fine.
Everything is fine for you.

Everyone protects little Louise.

If you don't realize this isn't okay,
then you're really crazy. Pills or no.

-Daan...
-You keep quiet!

-Enough.
-With your f*cking sh*t family!

-Come. No, no. Come on.
-I don't want to see you ever again.

I thought you were different.

That you still had a shred of respect
for other people.

But the more I know you,
the more I realize that you're the worst.

Seriously?

Yeah...

Why is this about Louise again?
My mom's expo is completely destroyed.

You really have to be crazy
to do something like that.

Are you still seeing her dad?

f*ck you, Matti, seriously.

-What?
-Can I? Am I allowed to fall in love?

But I thought...

It's nice to not gossip about others
or to get f*cking wasted for once.

That's all we do.
We never talk about something interesting.

It's always about boobs, hot girls,
p*ssy and a*s.

I'm sorry we're not
cultured enough for you.

Whatever, Matti. You really don't get it.

He has a broken heart.

A broken heart.

Matti. You really don't get it, do you?

-What...
-Seriously.

-Eleonore.
-Hey.

-What a surprise.
-Olivia wants to talk to her grandmother.

-I'm afraid that's not possible.
-Why?

Jacqueline didn't sleep well.

Tell her that we're here. It's important.

Eleonore, come back some other time.
Thanks.

-Oh!
-Hey! Come on!

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

Come in. Sorry.
Shall I make some coffee or tea?

No, thank you.
What's wrong with Jacqueline?

Her diabetes is bothering her a lot
and she needs to rest a lot.

-Really?
-That's what the doctor said.

Hey! Hey! Dammit.

Hey.

What's wrong? Hey.

She destroyed everything.

-What?
-Louise.

-She didn't.
-Everything I made is gone.

Are you serious? Can't you make
any new prints of the pictures?

-No. It's today, Mom.
-Oh no, this can't be happening.

It's too late, we won't make it.
And the gallery needs to be repainted.

It's such a big f*cking mess!

I want to leave, Mom. I hate it here.

I understand.

What are we going to discover if we stay?
You'll never know where Claudia is, Mom.

I already know.

I know where she is.

On a construction site somewhere.

Sorry.

Hey, hey, hey. Mom.

Sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

Bonmamie?

Bonmamie?

-Mom?!
-No, no, no.

Sorry.

Wat's going on he...

Sorry.

Oh, f*ck.

I'm sorry.

Those people, they are such...

What are they?

Hypocrites, Alex.

That's what you are.

If anything bothers you, you just
bribe someone, or you k*ll someone,

and all your problems are solved.

It's funny that you think
that the world revolves around you, Daan.

That you are perfect
and don't do anything wrong.

-Alex, let it...
-No, it's getting interesting.

You're always the poor, poor victim.

Everyone is against you.

But in the meantime
you're playing nice with Thomas.

What were the two of you talking about?

DAAN - CALLING

Hello.

-He's Jacques' son.
-What?

-How long have you known?
-Yeah. Does it matter?

"Does it matter?"
That guy married my grandmother.

He can take everything away from us.

-Yes.
-What?

-Just like you too everything from him.
-Excuse me?

Your father drove Jacques to his death.

You humiliated him.

Because that's what you do.
That f*cking family of yours.

f*ck you, Daan.

-Hey!
-And you too.

Yeah, what?

Pack your bags. You have no business here.

-Hello.
-Daan?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Please, answer your phone.

Hello.

f*ck.

Alex Vandael.

Now is the perfect time
to have her admitted to the hospital.

-Come on, Angelique.
-Do you think this is normal?

No, maybe she has... She was
doing great with doctor Maenhout.

Doctor Maenhout is a fool.

She doesn't know anything,
all she does is send bills.

-Give her another chance.
-The time of giving chances is over.

Please call doctor Maenhout.
Tell her to gather her medical team.

I'll make sure everything is fine here,
I'll prepare her suitcase.

Okay?

How did we let it come to this again?

It's not our fault.

Some things are out of your control.

Yeah.

Olivia.

Bonmamie.

Where is Thomas?

He locked us in here.

Oh, come here.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want dad to die.

I didn't want dad to die.

What?

Did you... Patrick...

It should never have happened.

Oh, honey.

A lot of things should never
have happened.

Come here.

What are you doing here?

Patrick Vandael.

The big billionaire.

as*h*le.

It's hard to understand
that he looked up to you.

The man who has everything and...

...was not able to share.

You've ruined my father's life.

Having trouble speaking?

You sound just like my dad
when he got wasted again.

Do you know how many times
I had to clean up his pee?

How many times I saw him cry
when I was a kid?

And had to pick him up from the floor,
because you f*cked him over again?

Who?

Jacques.

Your business partner.

My father.

Your father was a drunk son of a b*tch.

What the f*ck, dude?

Are you okay?

Are you okay? Hey. Are you okay?

Get out of here!

-f*ck.
-Are you okay?

-Yeah.
-Hey, idiot, didn't you hear me?

All I could think of this whole time
was my sister.

That stupid money.

I couldn't care less now. I only care
about you. I care that you're doing fine.

I'm going to buy the house in Breda back
with Eleonore's money. We're leaving.

Leave me alone!

What...

-Melissa.
-Thomas, what the f*ck are you doing?!

-Daan.
-Go away. Go away!

I said, go away.

Are you okay?

Stay out of this, okay?

Thomas, what are you doing? Thomas?

Hey... Are you okay?

f*ck. What am I doing?

This is justice.
He always gets away with everything.

Thomas, stop it. This is not okay.

And what he did was okay?

What he's doing is okay?

What happened to your sister,
is that okay?

He doesn't give a f*ck about people
like us. We don't mean anything.

-Stop it.
-They always get away with everything.

Stop it.

He deserves this. He deserves this.

f*cking as*h*le.

Hey, don't do that. This makes you weak.
Don't do like they did to your father.

I said, leave me alone.

-Hey! No. Hey.
-The f*ck alone.

-Leave me alone!
-Let him go!

-I told you.
-Let him go!

Please.

-Stop!
-Stop it. Stop.

Thomas.

I'm giving you two, Jacqueline.
Here you go. Drink this.

Take it easy.

Easy.

-Thank you.
-Are you okay?

Thomas is not well in his head.

But we're okay.

Come on, Jacqueline, you call this okay?
You're an old fool.

He has access to everything,
you got married in community of property.

People who get married
can also get a divorce.

Everything is already in Patrick's name.
I don't have anything.

So I'm not that silly, right?

Did you do that to f*ck me over?

The day you realize that not
everything is about you, Eleonore,

will be a great day.

Oh, Jacqueline.
How could you be so stupid?

At least he went down on me good.

f*ck.

Alex, what the f*ck are we doing?

Hey. Hey.

Hey. It's going to be okay. Okay?

Just the two of us. Okay?

Nobody has to know.

Pull yourself together.

Alex.

Come on. Let's get started.

HOSPITAL EXIT AFTER 8:30 PM

It's good that you came.

It's going to be okay.