01x01 - Welcome to Knokke, b*tch!

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Alex!

Alex!

Alex!

Alex!

- Hey, Alex!

Hey, son!

You okay?!

Alex, come on. Did you take anything?

-No, I didn't take anything.
-Why did you make me rush over here?

They know.

- Hey, hey, hey!

What do they know?

Lex! Lex!

A few weeks earlier

Stay.

Take your time for
a meditative walk in a secluded spot.

And in a place where there's room to walk
a few metres forwards and backwards.

When meditating while walking
focus on walking,

not on your destination.

You need to be present,
with every step and with every breath.

Focus on firmly planting your feet.

First your left foot,
then your right foot.

You can try to pay attention
to your breathing.

If other objects
or dangers impose upon you…

Sure, grandpa. What are you doing?
Are you just going to…

…you don't need to pay attention to it.

I'm not waiting for you, grandpa!
Try to anticipate, will you?!

-What was that?
-A much too expensive car.

You simply continue running.

And now come to a full stop,
to complete this exercise.

- Daddy, left or right?
- Listen! No, no, no…

-Is that important?
-Good morning.

-And?
-18.5 kilometers in 1 hour and 20 minutes.

Well done.

You don't understand. My daughter…

Go take a shower.

My daughter, the bride,
is the only one in white.

Right.
And the guests will wear different colors.

Okay. That's right.

Right…

-Bye.
-I'll see you tonight.

Your pills.

Yes.

-Don't forget them.
-I won't.

Thank you, ma'am. That will be 720 Euros.

That makes 100, 200, 300,

400, 500, 600.

Daan, can you spare 120 Euros
for your mom?

No.

-I have to get something from the car.
-Okay.

Come here, lad.

I'll say this just once: at the first sign
of trouble, I'm throwing you out.

Ma'am.

I didn't even want to be at
this f*cking campsite, so don't worry.

And 120 more.

Yes, thank you.

Mrs. Van Lishout,
I wish you a nice stay in Cadzand-Bad.

I'm sure it will be. Thank you.

Mrs. Van Lishout?

Yeah… What a crazy b*tch.

Of course we're stopping by later on.

Great.

Margaux is just labeling the Fontana.
Does Patrick still want it?

He's 99 percent certain,
but he wants to see it in the flesh.

Of course.

See you later.

Bye, sweetie.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Olivia? Hi there.

-Weren't you at the hairdresser's?
-What's that?

Weren't you at the hairdresser's?

Yes, but I suddenly didn't feel like it
anymore. I went to the bakery instead.

- Did you bring cupcakes?
-Yes, and small pastries.

Where's Dad?

-I don't know.
-Where's Dad?

And nanny Isabel?

I have no clue.

- Patrick?

- Pa…

- I know she's in here.
- Huh?

Isabel? Come here, girl.
I know you're in there.

Isabel?!

Isabel?!

-Mom. Mom, she's here.
- Isabel?!

-Ma'am?
- Huh?

I'm done with you, Isabel.
I'd like you to pack your things.

-What did I do wrong?
-Didn't you hear me?!

-Mom, please.
-Alex.

I don't want to see you again.

-But ma'am, I--

Sir, please…

You heard my wife.

So, what do you think?

-Well, it's…
- Really nice, right?

Yes.

Look, a toaster oven.

-Look.

The bathroom is fairly big.

Really nice shower.

Oh, this room is even bigger.

This is really nice.

Look at this: mirror, little desk.

This is a good place to work
on your photo thingies.

Daan, are you out of money?

No, but someone still owes me 300 Euros.

Mom.

-Listen…
-No, son. No.

-Okay Mom, I'm going.
-Do you have everything? Your phone?

-Yes.
-Yeah?

-Bye, Mom.
-Bye.

-Can I ask--
- Just a sec.

Matti, we can do better, really.

I understand,
but there's much more to it.

You can't just open up a club.
You need an entire concept.

-Think, bro.
-No need to come up with something new.

You can copy the Casino Club and make it
better, more stylish and more expensive.

- More stylish and more expensive?
- Yes. Horny, like designer sex.

- Designer sex…

What about the name:

-Crazy Lulu?
- Crazy Lulu. Don't like it, no.

Lulu is a cheap perfume too, isn't it?

No, not the perfume.
You spell it with two U's.

-Luhluh?
- No, not Luhluh.

You spell it with two U's
and it sounds like Lulu.

Isn't that a biscuit brand?

Matti, if you have nothing sensible
to say, just be quiet.

Those little bears and letters
in a big bag.

-We have them at home.
-Lulu is a play, right?

That's it, a play.

About a fancy, l*sbian wh*re
in the days of Jack the Ripper.

-That's fairly blunt, Alex.
-Matti has to be able to understand it.

Really…

And you're our great drama lover?
Come on.

- I am…
- Come with me.

Oh, okay.

-Stop staring.
-What?

-Hey…
- What?

Jaques, here's the temp.

-Hey, good morning.
-That's about time.

Afraid it's gonna get stolen?

No, I forgot my lock.

Come.

Catering experience: none.

Seventeen?

Sorry.

Name?

Uh, Daan.

Surname.

-Paroti.
- What?

Paroti.

Peroni.

-Peroni… Surinamese?
-Half.

r*cist?

Half.

Here. Fill these in and you can start
making some money.

-Yeah.
-I'll go get your uniform.

Uniform?

They need a new titty bar in Knokke
like a hole in the head.

-Please, it's no titty bar, dude!
-That's what it amounts to, doesn't it?

No! You know nothing of doing business.

Is that what they teach you
in Business School?

Apart from American football and rugby.

-Field hockey, not rugby.
- Oh, sorry hoor.

Nice.

- Put it on your head.
- My head?

Yes, on your head. Up you go.

-And now call out.
- Custard donuts.

Louder, Daan.
People can't hear you like that.

- Custard donuts!
-Still interested?

Custard donuts! Louder.

He works for his money.

- Fresh custard donuts!
- Fresh donuts!

Custard donuts!

- Where did they get that joker?
He's new.

- Yes.
- Custard donuts!

- I'd like to taste his donuts.
- Of course.

There we go.

Good afternoon.

- Hi.
- Hello.

-I don't want that.
- What?

Those donuts.

- I never tried them.
- I'll get too fat for my clothes.

How many do you want?

What's your name?

Daan.

Hmmm, little Daan.

You don't look like a Daan.

I hear that a lot.

Your tray is teetering.

No, it's okay, man.

Here you go.

- Poor boy.

Sorry.

- Come on.
-I'm sorry. That wasn't on purpose.

Never mind, I'll get a new one.

-Here you go.
-Would you like one too?

-Yeah… I was just going to ask…

I'm sorry, I thought…

Well, I say…

Oh!

I told him it was teetering,
but he was like,

"No, it's okay, man."

On his first day.

What will Jaques say?

- Hey!

Now it's straight!

- Are you insane?
- Alex, are you okay?

- Yes, I'm alright.
- Is it out?

Did you get it?

Hey. What's happening here?

Daan dropped his tray with donuts.

On your face?

Come with me. Come.

Continue working. Come, mate.

It's okay, people.
Accidents happen.

- Your teeth okay?
-I'm going to the bathroom.

What was that, man?

Daddy!

Daddy!

Come on, back up.

Hey. Jaques.

-You're not firing that kid, are you?
-Too late, Alex. It's done.

-You're not a r*cist, are you?
-What do you think?

It doesn't matter what I think.
It's about what other people think, buddy.

That's up to those people.

- f*cking Knokke…
- Having a nice holiday?

-Knokke. Arrogant, rich b*stards.
-Ah…

You see those all the time here.

Anouk.

-Daan.
-Daan.

Surname?

So I can follow you.

-We chavs have to stick together.

Paroti.

-Do brown chavs exist?
- Sure. Those are the worst.

True.

-Getting a good look?

-Sorry, I was looking at your T-shirt.
-Hmm.

-Casino Club, what's that?
-A nightclub in Knokke.

Full of rich, arrogant b*stards.

-Fun?
-It pays well.

I can tell. Nice iPhone.

Want to buy it?

If I want an iPhone,
I can steal it by myself.

Daan.

Do you develop your photos yourself?

-No, I take them to the store.
-Hmm.

-I'd really like to see them.

Especially those of me.
This afternoon, in the sun.

I have to go, Daan.

No, keep it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Ooh!

Wait, before I forget.

Un, dos, tres.

-Where did you get this?
-I stole an electric bike.

Yeah, right.

I borrowed it from an old friend.

-Since when do you have friends?
-I used to be young, once.

-I have friends of my own.
-Really?

Daan, how was your job?

Daan?

There.

-Are you sleeping there?
-Yes.

-On that thing?
-Yes.

Okay.

Right. Uhm, how was your job?

Good. I have nice boss.

Okay, bye.

-Good luck.
-Yeah.

- Hi!
-Hi, darling.

-Hi! You look beautiful.
- Thank you.

- Hi, sweetie.
-Hi, Mom.

I've said it before and I'll say it again:
Crazy Lulu is a ridiculous name.

Are you drinking two glasses?

-I'm thirsty.
-As long as you don't puke on my shoes.

I remember last time. You forget.
I had the globs on my shoes.

I was wearing sandals.

- Hey, I heard your nanny quit.
- Yes. Can you believe it?

-Olivia told me.
-Without notice and without a word.

Oh!

I can't really complain,
because she is going to nursing school.

Oh my, so selfish.

-chuckles]
-Your dad is here.

-Fabian, I'll join you later.
-Ah, there he is.

Patrick.

Hi, Patrick.

Patrick!

-So nice that you're here.
-Christine, hi.

-Show me.
-Yes.

-Hey…

Is your mom selling the Fontana to my dad?

- Hm-mm.
- Fontana?

One of the great Minimalists,
together with Max Baumann.

The white canvas with the tears.

-That's it, three tears?
-That's why its Minimalist, Matti.

It's the smallest thing here.

-It's truly beautiful.
- Yes, really.

- How much are they asking for it?

My mom wants
1.7 million, that's it.

"That's it?" 1.7 million for three tears.

-I could do something better with that.
- Opening a titty bar, right Lex?

The Crazy Lulu.
Or have you thought of a better name yet?

Shall we move on to business,
before we're all too drunk?

- Follow me.
-I think they closed the deal.

- 1.7 million.

I know what I would do with that.
Right, Victor?

I would by a luxury yacht in Saint-Tropez.

I'm going to pee.

Oh…

Now you can watch me as much as you like

The Fontana is
now officially yours.

What about the guests?

-The guests are waiting.
- Let them.

Here, yes.

-Where are they? This is the last piece.
-Yeah…

I'll have a look.

This is Olivia's last piece.
Where's Dad?

Huh?

What?

-Mom…
-What?

Okay, congratulations.

- Olivia's on her last piece.
- Yes.

-We had to sign this.
- Yes, great.

- Is it done?
-Yes. It's done.

Good job.

Beautiful, Olive Oil.
Great, darling.

Come on, take a bow.

-Ah! Bravo!

-Such a talent.
-She's a crack.

I'd enter her
in the Queen Elisabeth Competition.

Yes! She plays better than her teacher.
He says so himself.

-Chopin and Debussy, much better.
- I have to…

-Really great party, Christine.
-Thanks!

I'm not staying long.
Darling, tomorrow morning?

-Yes, ten o'clock at Natan's.
-For Emilie's wedding?

Hmm. Are you coming?

Can I drop in soon?

-For an injection?
-It's been nearly three months.

-Okay.

Oh! This can't be true.
It's as if they can smell it.

-An emergency in the hospital.
-Again? Go.

Darling, I have an emergency.

- What?
-At the hospital?

Darling. Emergency.

Congratulations.

-Thank you.

Has your dad left?

He always has emergencies
when he's not enjoying himself.

Right then…

-I'm done here as well.
- We did our duty.

-Come on, I've heard enough piano.

Thank you.

-Good evening.
- Good evening.

-Do you have an invite?
-Yes, from Anouk.

-Anouk? Doesn't ring a bell.
-No?

Short lady, black hair, lots of tattoos.

- Aah…

-Thomas.
- Good evening.

Hi.

- Good evening, boss.
- Good evening.

Maybe she's inside.

-She'll recognize me once she sees me.
-No, man.

Hey.

He's with us.

-Have fun.
-Thanks.

Welcome to Knokke, b*tch.

Whooo!

Champagne!

Here's your girlfriend.

That is truly a hot chick.

-Hey, Daan.
-Hi.

Are those the rich b*stards?

Okay.

What the f*ck?!

Don't be shy!

Oh!

You're thinking about him.

-Who?
-I saw you looking.

Who?

You know damn well who.

You're crazy.

You drive me crazy.

Hi Mom, I'm pulling an all-nighter.
I'll be back tomorrow morning.

Daan?!
- Bye.

- Daan, come.

-Matti!

- Alex, no.
- Come on, join.

No!

Whoo!