01x05 - Home sweet home

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I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

So smooth.

Alex, Alex.

Alex…

Hey.

-What happened here?
-Eleonore.

-Huh?
-I…

-Your son come by.
-What?

He took watch boxes as well.

This can't be happening.

No way. God damn.

f*ck, the security camera images.

I have to get rid of them.

If Patrick sees them,
he'll fly off the handle.

Really?

-Is he breaking in?
- Yes. He was wearing a…

- Who's the other one?
-I only saw one person.

He resembles that guy
from the hospital.

He works at Jacques' beach club.

Dammit. I told him it wasn't a good idea.

Hanging out with those folks.
They're not my people.

Knokke's p*ssy king

- What about the guests?
- They'll have to wait.

Oh my god.

as*h*le.

Sleep tight, buddy

Yeah…

Melissa.

-Eleonore.
-Huh.

It's all a bit much for me.

For me, too.

That boy from the beach club…

is my son.

His name is Daan.

Huh.

Really?

- Good morning.
- Alex.

Louise.

-Where's Daan?
- Daan is at Anouk's.

-Why don't you reply to your mother?
- No idea.

"I'm okay, mom."
Three words. Difficult, isn't it?

- She's in Dubai, isn't she?
-No, your dad went on his own.

Go to your mom. She's heartbroken
about that clip on your dad's computer.

-What clip?
-Suddenly you know nothing?

Does it say "stupid c**t" on my forehead?

What a dumb idea to break in
disguised as crooks.

I might have shot you.

With your finger, or what?

No, dickwad.

Go to your mom.

Police, open up.

f*ck, f*ck. f*ck, f*ck, sh*t.

- Daan.
- Open up.

Anouk, don't. It's my mom.

-Sure?
-Yes, it's my mom.

-Sure?
-Yeah.

Police, open up, now.

-Hey.
-Yes.

Everything alright?

You're coming with me.

Get dressed and come with me.

Ugh…

Jesus. I never had a g*n
to my head before.

-What a crazy b*tch.
-She's a great b*tch.

-I nearly wet my bed.
-No, Daan's bed.

You wouldn't be so tough
if they held you at gunpoint.

Yeah, what?

-Lou, stop it.
-What?

I'm driving.

Lou, stop.

-Lou, stop.
-What?

-Don't be like that.
-Act normal. Stop touching it.

I'm driving, okay?

-Stop, hey.
-What the f*ck, Alex. Get real.

That's not what you came here for.
I don't recognize you like this.

-Mom, please be quiet.
-On pills no less. That's dangerous.

It's not that dangerous.

-Calm down and listen.
- Yeah?

It's Alex' own home.
How can you break into your own home?

They can't hurt us.

They can if you nick watches
worth tens of thousands of Euros.

Those watches don't belong to his dad.

Those are bribes in kind. That's ill*gal.

-And that stupid painting?
- It's insured.

-His mom will be happy to be rid of it.
-Why's that?

Because she bought it
from her best friend that he's screwing.

Now, why were you parading around
the house dressed as J.Lo at the Oscars?

I felt like it.

Busted. Naughty mom.

-What the f*ck?
-It's just a question.

No, it's not!

What were you going to say? Spill it.

-Are you taking your meds?
-Take me home.

-Are you taking your meds?
-Yes!

-Are you taking your meds?
-Bring me home.

-Are you taking your meds?
-Yes!

-Okay, Jesus.
-It's not okay.

Just because I have an opinion of my own,
I'm not in a bipolar mania.

Jesus.

Huh?

Is my dad here?

Daddy?

Yes. What?

Hey dad, you alright?

I'm fine, honey
in the hospital for an emergency

It's the golden necklace with the stone
pendant I bought for Claudia on Ibiza.

Mom, what are the odds?

They made literally thousands of those.

Alex' mother is a typical rich b*tch
playing the hippie on Ibiza.

Just let it go.

Daan.

I don't want you hanging out with Alex.

Alex is a just a friend.

That family can't be trusted.

-Mom, I don't have any friends anymore.
-Hey.

No, Alex is okay.

I'm taking a shower.

- Here's your waffle. Enjoy.
- Thank you.

- That looks good.
-Hey, darling.

I'm so happy to see you.

How's Matti?

-He's okay.
-Yeah?

And how about Alex?

-He's okay.
-What happened?

He fought with his dad?

Yes. And Patrick is having an affair.

That's why he kicked Alex' a*s.

What? An affair, Patrick? With whom?

-With another woman.
-Duh. With whom?

Don't you know?

How? Me?

From your mom, maybe.

-People gossip.
-No, she didn't say anything. Why?

Okay. Uhm…

Alex' dad is doing your mom.

No.

Huh?

-Are you serious?
-Yes.

Ugh…

Oh my god.

Ugh…

I've got class.

Shouldn't I have told you?

I am shocked,
but I'm not really surprised.

Eleonore is one
of your mom's best friends.

That Patrick is looking elsewhere
is not my mom's fault.

-And you're okay with that?
-I'm not fully aware of the situation.

I don't think you're the one
to judge my mom.

-Hello?
- Bonjour.

-Hello?
- Who's there?

It's Louise Basteijns.
Is my father there?

Louise, I'm coming down.

-Hi, darling.
- Hi.

Uhm…

I think this is the moment
to tell you something.

You should probably know this.

Paul.

This is Louise. Louise, this is Paul.

He's been my boyfriend
for the last four years.

Five years in September.

That's right.

Five years?

I've been meaning to tell you,
but Mom thought it better to wait a while.

Uhm… So Mom knows about this?

Yes.

And Emilie?

No.

And…

when were you planning on telling?

I thought, maybe, after her wedding.

Why?

People…

f*ck people.

Nice to meet you, Paul.

We were simply afraid of your reaction.

Now I know where his mind's at
when he's smiling to himself.

Do you want a drink?

Take a seat.

Alex.

Oh…

So good to see you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

So, tell me: what's the deal
with the Crazy Lulu?

Yes?

-Will you be getting a divorce?
-No.

I was just pretty late
in discovering who I really was.

Hey, Alex. You okay?

My mom is on our side.

- So she says.
-Yeah.

We'll see.

-Who are you selling that watch to?
-You don't want to know.

Give it here.

f*cking Crazy Lulu.

- Darling.
-I saw you had nothing to do.

-I thought I'd pop in.
-That's sweet.

-Didn't you have to go to Dubai?
-No.

No, Patrick is by himself.

Ah, nice.

You'll have to make do with me.

That sounds weird.

Did you find a nice spot for the Fontana?

-The bedroom.
-Oh.

The first thing Patrick sees every day
is your Fontana.

And then he smiles as if he's slightly…

in love.

Look at these artists I found.

It's incredible.

I was so wrong about you.

You're an incredibly sanctimonious,
pardon my French, wh*re.

The worst kind.

And your husband is…

one of the most pathetic wh*re lovers
there is.

Eleonore, you must be
so terribly bad in bed.

That's funny, Christine.
That's probably it.

I'm terrible in bed. Well…

You're finished in Knokke, girl.

Start looking in Amsterdam.
In the Red Light District, for instance.

-Are you threatening me?
-Yes.

Patrick will enjoy that.

I don't care what Patrick thinks.
Do you understand me?

Eleonore, it was never…

my intention to have an affair
with Patrick.

Uh-huh.

We had a crazy night one time
and it got out of hand.

I didn't choose this.

Well…

Now we're talking.

That's a tone I can work with.

Right.

Take a seat, Christine.

Commercial property for rent

Yes, I emailed it.

-You'll never guess--
-Shhh… No, I never received that.

Yes.

Stop. Yes.

Okay, thanks.

Hi.

-You okay?
-Bureaucracy, seriously… Jesus.

It will be alright, won't it?

-We'll take my dad's car.
-Does he know?

It was his idea,
but he wants you to drive.

A little tour?

Not now.

-A half-hour break.
-What about the flyers?

I'm working on them.

I'd like to see something, okay?

-You may certainly see something.
-Don't be daft.

I have too much work.

You're starting to resemble your father.

-Hasta la vista, baby.
- Who's thirsty?

Attention, attention.

Could the driver of the red Alfa move
his or her car?

-It's terribly in the way.
-Are you leaving.

-We just arrived.
-How about a tour in the Alfa?

No, stay. Come one.

Alex.

Have a good day at work.

Sure.

Hey, businessman.

You lousy b*stard.

Hey, you.

Hey.

-What did you say?
-Nothing.

-Is that yours?
-My dad's.

Are you coming?

Where to?

Anywhere.
Away from Knokke and the Crazy Lulu.

Are you coming or not?

Okay.

-You don't have a driving license.
-I have a learner's permit.

But you're driving.

Hey!

-I don't have a license either.
-Then they can't revoke it.

You're insane.

Mmm…

Right.

-Where are we going?
-To Saint-Tropez.

In 14 hours we'll be gawking at those
fakers with their rented luxury yachts.

-Fourteen hours?
-Only if traffic is light,

the car doesn't break down,
and it doesn't rain.

-That's a relief.
-Yes.

No, f*ck. Everyone knows me there.
We're going elsewhere.

Whereto then?

I don't know.

Surprise me.

Okay.

Eyelash.

- You nearly hit me, don't laugh.
- I have a learner's permit.

- Ready?
- Sure.

Let's go.

Hey, you can exert
a little more control.

You're gonna like this.
Let's have some fun.

-Here's to the Crazy Lulu.
-Down the hatch.

Girls, get a little closer.

Even closer, yes.

The Crazy Lulu.

Casino club tonight?

Go.

Look at that.
Victor is looking forward to it.

Alex too.

-He's calling.
- Up you go.

-Yeah.
-It almost shot in my throat.

There, he's getting in the mood.

Come on, do you want
to demolish my club, or what?

I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, hey!

Right.

We're here.

- Is this your home?
- Yes.

- Really?
- Yes.

The Dutch are the tallest in Europe,
with the smallest houses.

-But they're real cozy.
-Really?

Follow me.

Home sweet home.

Shut off.

You can't be serious.

Where is everything?

-Daan?
-What is this?

What is this?

What the f*ck?

Everything's gone.

Everything's… Jeez.

What the f*ck?

Not this again. Not again.

Everything's gone.

And you didn't know?

"Cadzand
will be good for us, Daan."

"Just to get away from it all."

She lost our f*cking home.

Were you in debt?

Yes.

I just didn't know how much.

The house was my granddad's.

Are you sad?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Is Daan coming?

No.

But I'm here.

She looks like Claudia.

What?

That photograph.

She resembles a nanny
that used to work at Vandael's.