02x07 - Knokke boy

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HIGH TIDES

SURFERS' PARADISE

NECTAR

WELCOME TO PARADISE

-Daan?
-Hi.

Hi. Thomas.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.

-Do you want something to drink?
-A coffee?

-One coffee, please.
-Thank you.

-I'm glad you were able to make it.
-Thanks.

I don't have a crystal ball, but...

The brain is obviously sending more
and more signals to the muscles, so...

Anyway, that's... very exceptional.

And wonderful news.

Did you hear that, Patrick?

Good news, he said.

Yes, okay.

You good?

Wow.

Look at that.

Sit.

-Are you okay, Patrick?
-Yeah.

Great.

Who would have foreseen this
a few months ago?

I did.

Do you remember
the shirts he used to wear?

Yeah. Yeah, he wore them
with pride, didn't he?

Open just far enough
so that you could see his tattoo.

-"Protect me from what I want."
-Yeah, that one.

So ugly. Yeah.

Your father was a kind man.

Yes.

When he was sober, yeah,
and when everything was okay.

He's had his share of troubles.

Almost always with one particular family.

The Vandaels.

Yes.

They drove him to his death.

Anyway... They will never see it that way.

The beach club
meant everything to Jacques.

But for them, it's just business.
A transaction.

With my father's life as currency.

-Justice doesn't exist here.
-That depends.

Mom. Mom, I don't know...

Ah, Marie-Ange and Albert,
what a surprise!

-What's wrong?
-Where is Jan?

At the hospital, for an emergency.

My son is extremely disappointed
and angry.

Why? Did something happen
to Emilie?

Emilie? Emilie is a wh*re.

And a wh*re will never be welcome
in our family.

She's been fooling around with that...
What's his name again? Big Bad Wolf.

Oh, you can't be serious!

Well, it's always the same with new money.
In the end, they are scoundrels.

-You're a scoundrel yourself!
-Shut up!

-You...
-Marie-Ange, come. We're done here.

You'll hear from our lawyers!

What happened with Emilie?

Louise, I don't want
another scandal in the family.

That's too bad, because not everything
is about what you want.

Is that all you're going to carry?

-Do you know how heavy this is?
-Take this one.

No, Alex, come on!

-No. Really? No way.
-It's true.

Thanks for the coffee. I understand what
my father saw in you. You're a good guy.

-Thanks. Let's meet again soon, okay?
-Yes, let's.

Yes. And don't let those guys
push you around, okay?

No, no. It will be fine.

-Daan.
-Lex.

Do you know Thomas?

None of your business.

-Well, he f*ck my grandmother, so...
-What?

-Something is very wrong with that guy.
-Alex, take this one back.

Margaux, come on.

What are you doing?

-Nothing.
-A surprise for Louise.

-Shouldn't I be there as well?
-Why?

I don't know.
Because she's my girlfriend, maybe?

Nice.

Loser.

Lex!

Come on, seriously?

-I'm going to your Mom.
-What?

To her gallery.

To work.

-Good luck.
-Lex, I'm not going to carry ten more.

Holy f*ck.

Wow.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Christine, I don't know what to say.
This is...

It's gorgeous, Daantje.
This is what talent looks like.

It's really amazing.

You've earned it, kid.

Thank you. Really, thank you so much.
I don't know...

I can't believe it!

Thank me when your bank account
starts filling up.

And mine.

Oh, be careful.

Oh, Daan. What do you think?
Shall we put other some pictures here?

Aluminum? Canvas? Or like this,
tightly stretched against the wall?

I think I prefer them this way.

-Yes.
-They don't need anything else.

He has found a female.
But so has the other.

To win her, they must fight.

Male beetles often use
their horns or mandibles

as weapons during these encounters,
trying to overpower their rival.

The strongest and most dominant male
usually wins. Securing the right to mate.

It's great that your vocal cords
are working again.

Everyone is so happy for you.

So now it's time to have
a real conversation, right?

Strength is seen
as a sign of good genetics.

After the battle,
the successful male mates with the female,

who will lay her eggs
in a safe, hidden spot.

No.

These fights play a critical role
in beetle reproduction

and ensure their healthiest males
pass on their genes.

These battles not only ensure
that the strongest...

The deck has been reshuffled, Patrick.

But they also play a key role in...

But forewarned is forearmed.

-In ecosystems where...
-No.

...decomposers or pollinators,

such selective mating helps preserve
the overall health of the environment.

If you don't pay attention now,
you can lose everything.

By passing on their superior traits,

these dominant males can contribute to
the survival and adaptation of the species

in changing environments.

...to be wedded
in general community of property.

All current and future possessions

and all assets belong
to both you and your partner.

Okay. If you could both sign here,

then, as registrar
of the civil registry of Knokke-Heist,

I declare that Mr. Thomas Peeters
and Mrs. Jacqueline Vandael

are now joined in holy matrimony.

My little bunny.

Bravo!

-Okay, we should go celebrate, honey.
-Yes, we should.

Yeah, she's late. Typical.

Margaux, we agreed to be nice to her.

The olives are great.

I picked them myself.


I MEAN SOMETHING NICE.

ARE YOU COMING???

-Is Daan coming?
-Why would he come?

I don't know.

This looks cozy.

Hey. Daan.

-Ah. Hi.
-Hi.

-Nice outfit.
-Thanks.

-Matti, what are you doing?
-There we go!

Matti! Come on.

-We're waiting for the guest of honor.
-I'm thirsty, Alex.

Come on.

Have you seen your artwork yet?

Yeah. Great, right?

Yes. Beautiful.

-Daan?
-Yeah, thanks.

I hadn't decided yet whether I wanted it
on canvas or just paper.

And?

We made a bit of a mix of both.

Some look great on canvas...
-I'm calling her.

...but they didn't need anything else.
It was enough.

You're right.

You will tell me where she is.

You already know
what happened with your sister, right?

Yes.

But I don't know
what your father did with her.

He'll never tell.

He won't?

But I have the right to know.

Who determines that right?

Who determines that right?

Maybe you should go to law school.

What does it matter?

What?

Where her body is?

Because I will...
get a chance to say goodbye to her.

She's probably in some construction site.

But we have


Alex, what the f*ck! Stop stalking me!

-What?
-Close your eyes. Okay?

Alex, I really don't want to do this.

Come on. Have some fun.

-You're much prettier when you smile.
-Sorry.

Okay. Wait.

-Trust me, okay?
-Okay.

Easy. Careful.

To the left. Turn a little. Yes.
Watch out, we're going downhill.

Come on. There you go. Are you okay?

-But it will be fine.
-Of course.

And now, careful,
just a little further. Stop.

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

-Ready?
-Yes.

Surprise!

Boozy brunch at the Zwin? Eh?

Why?

Because everyone here has yet
to apologize to you. That's why.

Victor, can you start?

Alex, stop it.

-What?
-Stop it.

Okay. Go ahead. Sit down.

Hi.

Louise is here.
Can we finally get started?

-Yes.
-Yes. Please.

-Here you go.
-Can I get a refill?

There we go.

-Thank you.
-There.

-To what do we toast?
-Louise?

To the Zwin.

-Keep it coming.
-A little too cold.

-Okay.
-Yes.

-Cheers.
-Yes.

-There! Cheers.
-Cheers!

-Look each other in the eye. Daan.
-Oh.

Cheers, honey.

It's a good one.

-He should know, after his third glass.
-Don't start puking again, man.

I am not going to throw up tonight,
I swear.

-Hallelujah.
-And you're sure about that?

-Hi, Mom.
-Emilie.

So...

Albert and Marie-Ange paid me a visit
this morning.

Yeah.

Well?

That's it? Yes?

You're not saying anything else?

Just like your father,
hoping it blows over quickly.

I've told you many times.

I didn't want this,
and I still don't want it.

He's still here?

Yes.

Are you serious?

And he stays.

Hello, Madam.

Jean-Jacques.

Angelique.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

And now what?

A divorce?
Less than two months after your wedding?

Seriously?

Sorry, Mom.

You're lucky.

Very lucky that we set up
that prenup so well.

We're not going to let ourselves be
pushed around by that b*tch Marie-Ange.

Just admit that you want your mother
to make some money.

No, those pictures are really great.

-Thank you.
-No.

Thanks. It's really nice to see.

And you're all invited, of course,
because you're in the pictures too.

Me too?

What pictures?

From Emilie's wedding
and several others from this summer.

My mother also made a few pictures
with her cell phone.

Maybe you could ask her
to send them to the gallery as well.

No, I think you did really great.

There is something about your pictures
that makes you think.

About how we behave, who we are. Right?

Well... What can I say?

-A photo says more than a thousand words.
-Exactly.

Our big guy over here is speaking.

Sorry, Lou.

-Have you seen the pictures, Louise?
-Yes.

-Great job.
-Thank you.

Our Daan turned into a real Knokke Boy.

A nice shirt, selling art.
You'll be rich soon.

Yeah, then I can act like a jerk too.
Right, Alex?

-Yeah.
-Fun.

Come on, make yourself useful.

-Just one, okay?
-Can we talk privately for a moment?

Where did you sleep last night?

Or did you buy something in Knokke?

No. No, not yet. Maybe one day.

Sure.

The exhibition is really cool.

It's more than I ever
could have hoped for.

It looks good on you.

-What?
-It looks good on you, being a Knokke Boy.

That's not my thing.

Maybe I should pay Christine
a visit as well.

I could ask her to add one of my artworks.

Yeah. You could do that.

But I think it's a little too late.

The exhibition is photography only,
and my work is in black and white, so...

Yeah.

I don't know how that fits in with...

My messing with paint?

That's not what I said.

You don't say anything else either.

I am going to get wasted tonight.

When should we tell the family?

I thought maybe we could
throw a big party.

Remember that band we saw together
in Saint-Tropez?

We'll invite them, you'll wear a red
satin gown and I'll wear a black suit.

Oh, honey. I am too old for big parties.

Chérie, you underestimate yourself.
You really do.

I'll make sure Eleonore and the kids
will hear about it.

And Patrick?

Patrick?

I'll tell him myself tomorrow.

Personally.

Would you like me to be there?

If you want to.

Anything for you, ma chérie.

My little bunny.

I love you.

Here she is! Louise!

Louise!

Matti has filled his glass to the brim.

-What's the percentage now, Matti?
-He's below zero.

-Have you heard from Anouk?
-No. She doesn't answer my messages.

There is only one way
to make this more fun.

Oh, dear!

I have to catch up, looking at your faces.

Don't look at Matti then. He's sh*t-faced.

This is not going well.

Look! Three, two, one, yes!

-Matti, come on!
-Disgusting.

-Come on!
-Gross!

-That's nasty.
-Hey, hey.

Take it easy, madam.

Don't call me madam.

It's madame.

Madame. Madame?

Let them eat cake, Madame.

-Come on, this is disgusting. Please.
-Okay, I've made some room.

Hey, come on.

-Are you okay?
-Who would like a nice vodka Tao?

Me!

Not everybody at once!

Wait, there is only red,
I want the pink one.

Alex, red? No, only red.

There you go. And...

Wait, don't do that, he'll throw up again.

Your breath smells.

No, you're smelly.

-Take it back.
-Put this in that bottle.

Come on!

Do you know where Claudia's body is?

A bottle of champagne!

Thanks!

Champagne!

MARRIAGE CONTRACT
BETWEEN:

SPOUSE 1
NAME: PEETERS - FIRST NAMES: THOMAS

AND SPOUSE 2:
NAME: VANDAEL - FIRST NAMES: JACQUELINE

Oh, my God.

MARRIAGE IS ENTERED INTO
IN GENERAL COMMUNITY OF PROPERTY,

UNLESS OTHERWISE AGREED TO
BY BOTH SPOUSES

I've missed you.

Let's drink.

Cheers, Madame. Do you want some, too?

This is yours.

Thomas?

Thomas!

Thomas!

Thomas!