01x04 - Michel

[bunniefuu]

[birds chirping]

[somber music playing]

{\an8}BYE DEAR EVERT
I MISS YOU

[engine starts]

Let's go, loves.

THE PERFECT LIE

DEAR EVERT
THE TRUTH WILL COME OUT

-[in Dutch] ♪ Who can sail without wind? ♪
-♪ Who can sail ♪

-♪ Without wind, without an oar ♪
-♪ Rowing without an oar ♪

♪ Saying goodbye to a friend ♪

♪ Without shedding a tear ♪

-♪ I can sail without wind ♪
-♪ I can sail ♪

-♪ Without wind, without an oar ♪
-♪ Rowing without an oar ♪

♪ But I can't say goodbye to a friend ♪

♪ Without shedding a tear ♪

[music fades]

[in English] Yeah.

[sighs]

[Michel clears throat]

[Michel sniffs]

[exhales deeply]

For Evert and Babette,

death is never the end of our journey.

The soul…

Evert's soul

lives on in preparation of the next life.

Knowing that has been
a great source of comfort and peace

during the past few days.

Evert's soul was so pure.

Evert's soul was warm.

And that's what makes the way he died

so incomprehensible to me
and everyone in this room.

But we shouldn't dwell
on the circumstances of his death,

but for who he was.

A treasured friend to us.

A loving partner for Babette.

And a great father.

Nothing filled Evert with more pride
than his two sons, Beau and Luuk.

[somber music playing]

He loved you.

He loved you very much.

Um…

[breathes shakily]

I'm beyond confused.

I really don't get it. Evert would…

Evert couldn't…

Maybe… Maybe we're the ones…

If we did this…

We…

Okay.

It's okay. You're okay.

-Come on now.
-Sorry.

Okay.

Sorry.

[Michel] Yeah, I didn't mean…

I didn't mean literally.
Not that we actually…

[music fades]

Uh, no. E… Evert lit the match himself.

But why make the speech?
About "we did this"?

[sighs] Yeah…

We… We knew how Evert stressed.

And we… And so maybe we should've…

[sighs]

[Carola] Stressed?

What sort of stress?

I mean… I am…
I'm not the first one to mention it?

[uneasy music playing]

Sorry, but I'm… I cannot be the first one
to reveal this to you, right?

We would still love to hear it from you.
You were friends, weren't you?

Ah, come on, man. Michel, you got this.

-Hey!
-[Simon] Come on, live a little.

-[Evert] So what if he doesn't want to?
-[Michel] That's not what I mean.

I'm not saying I don't want to.
It's just pretty windy. That's all.

[laughs]

That's the idea!

We could go to the pub and play some pool,
do some shots?

No, that's not what I'm saying.
I just wanna make sure that we're safe.

Ah, you're expecting.
If you are, you better tell us.

-If you're pregnant, we're legally liable.
-Yep.

You guys, shouldn't we just go
and pick oysters like regular snobs?

We're gonna do this, Ivo.
We're doing this. Come on!

["Feeling Good
[Joel Corry Remix]" playing]

[laughs] Whoo!

[Simon laughs]

Hey, Ev!

-You're too slow. You're like an old man!
-[laughs]

[grunts]

♪ Feeling good ♪

[laughs]

Let's race!

-You know what? You're on!
-You might say that!

Yes, yes, yes, yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Michel laughs]

-Woohoo!
-[laughs]

[laughs]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[music fades]

Whoa, whoa.

[Simon laughs] Hey!

-[Evert] Yo, hey!
-[Simon chuckles]

[Evert] Michel!

f*cking hell.

Miche!

[Simon grunts]

-[Evert] Hey!
-[Simon] Michel!

-Hey. Hey, Michel?
-[Evert] You okay?

f*ck.

-[Simon] Come here.
-[Evert] Whoa, come on.

[tense music playing]

[straining]

Hey, man.

Miche!

-You okay?
-[Evert] Hey, Miche! Man?

-Ah, f*ck, man!
-[Simon] What?!

-[laughs]
-[Evert] f*ck, man. Jesus!

-[Ivo] Oh my God.
-Whoa!

You f*ck!

-as*h*le!
-[Michel] What? No!

-[laughter]
-[Ivo sighs]

Beer? Beer?

-Sure.
-Ivo, beer?

Yeah. Hey. Really?

Hey, I cheated death,
but this sh*t will probably k*ll me.

-[Evert chuckles]
-[cell phone buzzes]

[upbeat background music playing]

-[Evert sighs]
-[cell phone buzzes]

[cell phone buzzes]

[Evert] Hey, Ivo, be careful
with that long stick of yours.

-[Simon] Okay. So, where are you?
-Huh?

I'll message her back.

-Hey! Give it here.
-[laughs]

-Wait, wait.
-[Evert] Give me the phone. No, come on.

Give it here. Give me the phone!

Good photo. I'll just reply
that you're busy.

Hey! Simon, hand over the phone.

-"Hey, darling…" Do you say "darling"?
-[Evert] Hey!

Hey! No!

-[Simon] Oh, ah, ow! Ow! Hey, ow! Ow! Ow!
-Hands off the phone!

-Give it!
-Ow.

-It's damaged. sh*t.
-[Ivo] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I've got beer. For the guys.

-Yeah.
-Here you go.

One for you. And for you.

-Sorry.
-[Michel] Yours.

-[Simon] Yeah.
-[Michel] Hey. Cheers, guys.

-[Ivo] Cheers.
-Ooh.

-[Michel] Yeah. Cheers.
-[Evert chuckles] Cheers.

-Yo, yo, yo, yo.
-Of course, man. I already told you.

Women are always trying to control us.

-Why are you making it a thing?
-[Simon] It's totally natural.

It's evolution, right?

Men are the hunters.
We head out to that f*cking savanna and…

Oh, nice.

And the women send jealous text messages.

[awkward chuckling]

I'm serious.
Patricia sure knows how. [chuckles]

Wrap your mind
around her brother working for us.

Huh? She's keeping me
under f*cking watch. Yeah?

I thought her brother needed work?

-Yeah. [scoffs] Okay.
-You told me he needs the work.

Yeah. Sure, okay.

Anyway,

better to be jealous
than sitting to piss, yeah?

And using one of those f*cking squeegees
to wipe down the shower door.

Ugh. That is hell.

-[Simon scoffs]
-[chuckles]

Karen is totally not jealous.

You're a stay-at-home dad.
Why would she be?

-Ooh!
-[Ivo] Oh my God.

-What? Guys.
-Dude!

It's a fact. Stay-at-home dads
have less sex than men with careers.

-Can't argue with statistics.
-Guys, my sex life is primo.

And I'm a dad between my other jobs.

"Primo"? Primo.

Speaking of jobs, how'd the big pitch go?

The huge client. Who was it?
That company with the jeans?

The number one jeans company, yeah.

BABETTE: HELLO???

Forty stores in Europe and growing fast.
Yeah, it was good.

In the bag, almost.
I may hire an employee for help.

-[Ivo] Really?
-Yeah.

-Another round?
-[Simon] Yeah.

-[Michel] Yeah? One, two?
-[Evert] None for me. I'm outta here.

-Ah.
-We'll speak later, right?

Evert, dude.

[Evert] Yeah.

[Michel] Bye, Evert. Should we finish
this game and then head out?

Uh…

That guy's a pain in the a*s, man.

You mean Evert?

-Yo, Ricky.
-[Ricky] Hey.

-Take it easy.
-[Ricky] Yep.

Yeah, well… He's f*cked in the head.

[sighs] He just gets spooked.

He mentioned your advice.
Wants to open up all our finances.

Yeah, okay, no problem.

-[sighs]
-Is it?

Uh…

Okay, look.

I hid a couple of stacks
of money around. Okay?

Maybe around 100,000. Maybe more.

I thought I might use it
to pay for the reno.

I also may have tweaked the numbers
a little bit.

You know, inflated the membership figures
a little too.

Okay, uh, I really wish
I could pretend this is a dream. Yeah?

-Michel.
-Yeah?

-Hey! Come on!
-What?

-It's not like I'm an arms dealer here.
-No.

It's just a side business kinda thing.

-No. I--
-What is this? Here. Here.

Can I… Can… Can I… Yeah? Can I…

Think of… a striped tie.

Picture me in that. Okay?

What's the difference
between those snobs you work for and me?

The ones who line their pockets
at society's expense

and then have the nerve to b*tch and moan
when they barely pay any taxes.

-Yeah.
-Except I actually want to pay the taxes.

I want to.

That's why I'm building

a completely legitimate business
for myself.

I just mean…
That I would require a little investment.

Well…

Sorry, you know me.
I'm a law-abiding citizen.

-Abiding…
-Yeah.

Hey. You can step on the gas or the brake.

You got two choices. You can stop,
or you can really get somewhere.

Wow. Deep.

Yeah, but let's be serious.

I really could use your help here, man.

[haunting music playing]

[horn honks]

[music fades]

[Karen] Hanneke called. About the kitchen.

We have to choose
what we want for the slab, okay?

Ah, yeah. I'm all for the Portoro.

-[sighs] Miche.
-[Michel] What? It's the prettiest.

-And the most expensive.
-Yeah.

We're not really doing that, right?
Especially not now.

The white marble was pretty, Miche.
You thought so too.

-No, I--
-[Sophie] Hey!

[Karen] Hey! Wow, that looks perfect!

-[Michel] Mm.
-Your daughter is a dragon at school.

For Saint George and the Dragon.
I'm being the front legs.

Oh, that's great.
Yeah, the front legs are in command.

They power through and set the tone
for the back legs to follow along.

Come on, let's eat. Coming?
And message Hanneke.

[taps phone keypad]

Hanneke.

Hey, Han. Hello.

Hey, um…

Yeah, we think it's an easy decision.
We're going for the Portoro marble.

-[rain patters]
-[haunting music playing]

The boys too.

It's not your fault. Don't be so…
Don't be so hard on yourself.

Thank you for that.
I can't begin to repay you.

Would you like to come to the crematorium?

[Michel clears throat]

I don't know. I…

-Oh, honey.
-You don't have to.

I'll go. I'll go. Okay.

DEAR EVERT
THE TRUTH WILL COME OUT

[sighs]

Has Hanneke said anything else to you?

What if she says…

Simon.

[cremation machine whirs]

[music fades]

-He always said-- Hey.
-[woman] How are you holding up?

[inhales]

[Babette] He just felt
so lonely, you know?

-[Hanneke] Babette?
-[Babette] He--

[Hanneke] Sorry.

Can I talk to you for a second?

-[Babette] Sorry, I… Let's talk later.
-Of course, yeah. It's okay, sweetie.

Um… Yeah, I just wanted to apologize
for what I said before.

It was, um…

Look, the reason I was upset,
uh, is that I knew Simon was--

You really have no shame, do you?

-Hm? Sorry?
-How dare you show your face here?

I am trying to grieve with my children.

What? What are you talking about?

You had an affair with Evert.

You can't expect others
to lie for you both forever.

[somber music playing]

[Hanneke] Sorry. Excuse me.

Han?

[door opens]

Han! Hey!

Where are you going?

Just talk to me.

So, why would Babette think
I was having an affair with Evert?

Uh… I don't…

You're a liar.

-What? Why are you saying--
-[Hanneke] The f*cking irony.

That I'd be having an affair
when meanwhile--

[tense music playing]

[Hanneke and Karen breathe shakily]

Sorry.

Uh…

-What was that?
-[Karen] Han! Hey.

Han, listen, I'm sorry.

-Hey. Han, come on, will you just--
-Enough!

Of all the hypocrites in the club,
you're the f*cking worst.

Jesus, Hanneke, come off it.
Let us mourn Evert in peace.

How dare you show your face here
with that f*cking smirk?

You used him to hide your money
and take him down.

You took his business away.
You were his friend!

-You're all a bunch of liars!
-[Ivo] Hanneke!

Sorry. What the hell are you doing?

Let's go back to the house.

No! I'm not going back there with you.

[Ivo] Jesus Christ. Hanneke?

Don't get crazy, huh?

-I mean it.
-Watch me, f*ck.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[Carola] Why did you hit her?
-[Karen] I didn't.

[music fades]

[Carola] You didn't?

You're denying you hit her

right across the face?

[Michel] Look, I know
she can come on strong.

She's a journalist,
and she was under a lot of pressure.

Uh, but she's never been violent
or anything like that, no.

What? You mean…

That makes no sense.
You can't actually be serious?

She never hit Hanneke?

She did, but she had been
going through a… a tough time.

[woman 1] What about…

-[woman 2] These are a little more ripe.
-[cell phone buzzing]

[woman 1] I'm willing to try it.

f*cking JOURNALIST

[clears throat]

[cell phone buzzing]

f*cking JOURNALLIST

[sighs]

[tense music playing]

[cell phone buzzing]

[children chatter]

[cell phone chimes]

VOICEMAIL
f*cking JOURNALIST

Hi, Karen. This is Marina Terborg
from the NRC.

I thought I wanted to try you
one last time before we publish

tomorrow.

But unfortunately,
you're not picking up again.

-If you'd like to get in--
-[knocking on window]

Hey, didn't you see me?

-Uh, no.
-I was waving forever.

[Marina] …for the rest of the day.

Oh, was that the journalist?

-Uh, yeah.
-[Hanneke] Still haven't spoken to her?

-[sighs]
-[Hanneke] Seriously?

You've got to say something, hon.

I know how this works, okay?
Deprive it of oxygen.

[Hanneke] But, honey, if it's not true,
you can't just ignore it.

Then they can just write
whatever they want.

[clears throat] Has Michel called you?

Yeah. Yeah, I think
the Portoro marble is good.

You won't regret it.

Ah, there they are.

What sweethearts.

[woman] Okay, let's go, guys.

And trot. Go ahead.
Yeah, yeah, that's it. Nice job.

You want to keep your grip firm,
but not too tight.

[music fades]

[sighs] Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Shoes off, come on.

-Hello, hello. Who's the stinky one?
-Not it.

Oh, no, horses don't stink,
of course. They reek.

Okay, wash up.

-Hey.
-[Karen] Hi.

Look. A little experiment.
Burrata with grilled grapes.

So, is this dinner club worthy?

Hanneke said you chose the Portoro marble.

Oh, yeah. Yep.

I thought we were choosing
the less expensive one, weren't we, hon?

"We" hadn't chosen anything. You chose it.

And then I decided
to choose the nicer marble, okay?

Honey, we had two options
and I simply made a snap decision.

Yeah, precisely. Not your forte.

Pardon?

You really think that's a good idea?
With everything happening?

Hey, I know you're worried about money
right now, okay,

but I have a new client and he's a whale.

We'll be good.

Why are you so moody?

Ow! The f*ck?

Did you know that St. George had to drink
a cup of poison?

-Oh! Well, that's lovely.
-He was also boiled alive in hot oil.

Oh, well, that's the end
of St. George, I guess.

[Sophie] No, not until he was beheaded.

[chuckles]

Hey, honey?

Tomorrow, there's going to be
a, um, story about me in the news.

About me and my job.

There are, um, employees

that say I was, uh, a strict boss at work.

You can be very strict.

[chuckles] Yeah.

Yeah, I…

But sometimes I'm strict
because I want things done the right way.

That means I do it myself and that's it.

But in these stories, I'm the bad guy.

That's not me, Soph.

-But you're also very sweet.
-[poignant music playing]

But you could hear something from the kids
or your friends before school.

-Okay?
-Yep.

[Karen] But these stories are

trying to boil me in oil. Okay?

[sighs]

Yeah.

[Karen sighs]

[haunting music playing]

[panting]

-Hey.
-Hey. Good morning.

-How did you know where I was?
-[music fades]

I know you.

-[Karen exhales]
-It's a little bit cold.

-Hm.
-[sighs]

I know you don't want any help,
Karen van der Made,

but I'm not going anywhere, my friend.

The article. Did you see it yet?

[sighs]

Let's take a look.

[somber music playing]

[sighs]

[Hanneke chuckles]

[breathing shakily]

[cell phone chimes]

[cell phone chimes]

IVO: ARE YOU OKAY, HONEY?
PATRICIA: SUCH DICKS!

MICHEL: WHERE ARE YOU?!

[car door opens]

[Hanneke] Okay.

BURN-OUTS AND PILLS
FEAR CULTURE AT NL VANDAAG

[music fades]

[Michel] "Despite repeated requests,

the editor-in-chief
could not be reached for comment."

"Despite repeated requests"?
They approached you before they ran it?

-I cou--
-[Michel] You didn't respond?

And you left me in the dark?

Because it's nonsense.

We ignore it. It should just blow over.

Ignore it? It's in the paper in big,
bold letters. How do we get past this?

-Miche.
-[Michel] What?

-Hey.
-Yeah.

Sorry. I, uh… [sighs]

You all right?

Are we still going
to George and the Dragon?

-Yes. Of course. You excited?
-[Sophie] Yeah.

-I'll be right down.
-Yeah.

-What are you, right or left?
-Right.

Right? Ooh. Makes you first.

What did it say in the article?

[sighs] That it was a culture of fear.

Uh, swearing, belittling,
and then intimidation. Yeah.

Were you mad?

Hm, mad? No.

Well… [chuckles wryly]

Yeah, she might have given me
a warning before. Right?

That kind of article has consequences,
and not just for her.

Mom!

Sweetie, you gotta move it.
We're gonna be late.

Mama!

[hyperventilating]

[uneasy music playing]

[Sophie] Mom!

[panicked breathing]

-[cell phone buzzes]
-One second.

-Hugo.
-[Hugo] Hey, Michel.

[Sophie] Mom!

Hey, expect the contract
on your desk soon, my man.

[Hugo] Listen, um, Michel,
I'm afraid I have bad news for you.

We've decided to go
with the other company after all.

But it was settled. We--

[Hugo] I understand
how frustrating this must be.

But the board felt
we needed to go in a new direction.

Oh.

But what changed?

[Hugo] It's just politics.

And the need for a slightly bigger office.

-[Sophie] Mom!
-[Hugo] It has nothing to do with you.

-We're still very excited.
-[Michel] Mm-hmm.

-[Hugo] Maybe another time.
-Yeah.

[Hugo] Hang in there with your wife, okay?
Sorry about this.

[Karen] Okay. Come on,
bring on that dragon.

[Karen exhales]

[music fades]

[Michel sighs]

[Karen] Want a jacket?

-[man] I saw him around here somewhere.
-[woman] Okay. Thank you for checking.

[Patricia] Oh my God! Karen.

Whoa. I thought the paparazzi
would be following you in from drop-off.

-[Ivo] Jesus, Karen. What a mess.
-[Karen] Yeah.

Don't listen to all that noise, you know?

Tabloid hacks, every one of 'em.
And your boss? Bram? What an as*h*le.

But wait, is it safe for us?
This close to the blast radius?

[chuckles] Well, just do what I say
and I won't have to k*ll you.

I, uh…

I'll do whatever you say.

[drumming continues]

-[drumming stops]
-George, grab your sword!

[children yell]

-[laughs] Yeah!
-[cheering]

[child 1] Fight me!

[child 2] En garde!

[child 3] Yeah!

-[child 4] Get it! Yeah!
-[child 5] Let's go!

[child 6] Freedom! Beat the dragon!

There's a fight inside. Anne and Sophie.

-[Hanneke] Who? What?
-Anne and Sophie.

-Come on!
-[Hanneke] They're fighting? Oh…

-Sophie's fighting. Come on.
-What?

Han?

[tense music playing]

-Hey! He bit me!
-[boy] b*tch!

-b*tch!
-Come on, stop!

-[Sophie] Stop!
-b*tch!

-You're the b*tch! I swear…
-[Anne] Stop it, come on!

-[boy] I didn't start anything!
-[Sophie] Never talk to me!

[boy] Her and her stupid mouth.
I hate you!

[Hanneke] Hey, guys.
What's going on here? If you--

-[Sophie] Stay away from me! I hate you!
-Sophie, don't!

-Sophie! What are you doing?
-[Sophie] You're the worst boy I ever met!

-No! He started it! as*h*le!
-[Karen] Stop it.

-[boy] b*tch!
-[Karen] Hey, that's enough!

[Sophie] Yeah, you stay down, loser.

[tense music crescendos]

Whoa!

-Whoa, hey, hey!
-[Sophie] What are you doing?

-We're not doing that.
-Beau! What is wrong with you? Come on.

Calm down, hon.
Okay, can everybody… Can we just…

Why do you always make me look bad?

-Let go, I hate you!
-Hey! Stop it right now.

Dude, can you get control of your child?

-[Evert] Let's go cool off, please.
-[boy] It's not my fault. It was her!

-You b*tch.
-[Sophie] f*ck you!

Hey. Hey! Stop it.

-Are you all right?
-[man] What's going on?

He said my mom hits.

And then you start fighting?

-Nice example.
-Excuse me?!

[woman] Honey, calm down.

Maybe this is normal in the newsroom,
but not here.

-Hey, easy.
-What did you say?

Oh, f*ck off with that.

What did you say,
you arrogant, man-bunned little sh*t? Huh?

[Michel] Okay. Sorry about my wife.

Uh, this is, uh… Excuse us.

-We're going now, yeah? We're going home.
-Don't worry about this as*h*le.

I'm reporting you.

Sorry, you're reporting her?
That's not necessary.

-What?
-Can't we just talk this over, please?

Talk it over with who? With her?

Not very good at that, is she?
We all read the paper.

-Oh!
-[Simon] All right?

[teacher] Oh.

-Report whatever you want.
-Jesus.

Come on, let's go.

[Hanneke] Oh!

-Oh.
-[Simon groans]

-[Simon] What the f*ck is wrong with you?
-[Karen] Let's go. Are you okay?

[tense music playing]

"Sorry about my wife."

Yeah. Sophie was wrong.

Beau with that f*cking brick? Jesus.

And then you go and start
cursing that dad out. Seriously?

You're right.
I shouldn't have told him off.

Yeah, you think so, Karen? You're really
not making it easy for me and Sophie.

Jesus, you're such a f*cking doormat.

Oh, I'm a doormat.
Oh, that's very nice, sweetheart.

I'm being the grown-up here. Yeah.

You wouldn't believe the things
I've given up for your career.

-What?
-Everything!

Oh, Michel, the brave, devoted family man.
The part-time job filling out tax returns.

-[scoffs]
-You think that's what my dream was?

Do you think that's what I want? No! No.

What Karen does,
that's important. Journalist.

Editor-in-chief.
Are you f*cking kidding me?

Oh, what do you mean?

You didn't tell me how big a deal
this was. You kept me out of it all.

[Karen] Because it's bullshit!

-[Michel] Oh, that was bullshit?
-[Karen] Yes! Jesus.

All the stuff
about selfishness and narcissism,

I think that bullshit was spot on!

[Karen exhales]

Wow. N… Fine.

Glad we cleared the air, huh?

The fact that you hate your life
isn't my issue.

You're responsible
for your own f*cking choices.

[Michel scoffs]

-[Simon] No, seriously. No lie.
-[Hanneke laughs]

[Simon] Thought I had the guy
where I wanted him.

Then he turned out to be
some kind of f*cking Terminator.

-With a man bun!
-With a man bun.

-[laughter]
-[Ivo] He had a bun?

[laughter]

[Hanneke] Luckily, we had our heroes
with us. Our Power Rangers.

[Ivo] Hey, I'm a pacifist
during the day, you know.

[Hanneke] An alcoholic, sweetie.

-A professional alcoholic.
-[Ivo] Yeah, that as well. Okay, yeah.

[Simon] Well, thank God I was there
to hold Michel back. You know what I mean?

-[Hanneke] Now, now.
-[Ivo] To Michel!

-He's a born k*ller. Huh? So?
-He's ready!

-Where were you?
-[Patricia] Come on, put 'em up.

[laughter]

[Simon] Never be able
to show our faces at school again.

-[Patricia] Oh, good. No more pageants.
-Miche, could you grab a bottle of wine?

I brought a box of Montepulcianos.
They're in the pantry.

-[Patricia] Yeah.
-[Simon] That's it.

[laughter outside]

[indistinct chatter outside]

-[somber music playing]
-[Michel sighs]

[indistinct chatter and laughter continue]

[Simon] God's honest truth.
I'm telling you.

[laughter]

[Simon] Seriously.

[laughter]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[music fades]

-Question.
-[Patricia] The kids are tired.

-Aw, bye, honey.
-Mwah.

-Mwah.
-[Karen] Bye, love.

-[Ivo] Bye, honey.
-[Patricia] Bye, babes.

What if I offered to help?

With, um,

finances for the gym, so to speak.

What would be in it for me?

Well, I, uh, pay well.

"Well" as in…

As in whatever you need.

[Michel] Hm.

Okay. And the…
Where would the money come from?

You want to know what I do?

One thing.

-No drugs. No weapons. No women.
-[inhales sharply]

-No, I'm serious.
-Listen, Michel, I swear on my kids.

[uneasy music playing]

Cheers.

Yeah, um… Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

I mean I just don't find it fun.

[Carola] And you didn't feel
supported by Michel?

I guess not.

It was hard.

[music fades]

But he always tried to support me
the best he could.

[cell phone dialing]

[uneasy music playing]

Hey, this is Hanneke Lemstra's voicemail.
Leave a message after the beep.

[sighs]

And?

[Karen] She's not answering.

She's angry. Of course.

You'll be good.

Let me, uh… Let me go see Hanneke.

I could drive up there.

Check in myself.

Save a slice of pizza for me?

[exhales] Yeah.

-[Michel] It's gonna be okay.
-[Karen] Yeah.

[keys jangle]

[door opens, closes]

[cell phone dialing]

[exhales slowly] f*ck.

[cell phone chiming]

[exhales]

-[sighs]
-[cell phone dialing]

-[Simon] Yo, man.
-Simon, what the f*ck, man?

[Simon] Hey, Michel.

What was up with Hanneke?

-Uh, nothing, man.
-[Michel] No?

It was, uh, nothing.

Drugs. She said… She said drugs, right?

Calm down. It's not even a thing, yeah?

Is it true? If so, I'm coming over.

[Simon] No, no, no, no.

-That's a bad idea.
-[cell phone beeps]

Listen, I… I can tell you everything.

-Just not now. Not now, okay?
-Then I'll talk to her.

What did I just say? No, no, no.

What if she tells the police?

Don't start flipping out, okay?
Just don't.

I'll take care of this.

Okay.

But--

[call ending beep]

[exhales]

[laughs]

-I say… [coughs]
-[music fades]

I say, "Honey,
they drive on the left here."

"That's not true. They don't drive on
the left here. They drive on the right."

"Okay, so pay attention." I say,
"The steering wheel is on the right."

[Hanneke] Okay, honey.

-Forget about those jerks at school, okay?
-[Karen chuckles]

Next week, they'll be whining
about someone else.

Maybe you should punch someone now.

-[Ivo] Later.
-[Hanneke] Great idea.

-Come on, Ivo. I'm gonna practice on you.
-Yeah.

[Karen chuckles] Good night. Sleep well.

-[Hanneke] You're driving, right?
-[Ivo] What?

"Actually, you have to drive on the right
when the steering wheel is on the left."

We drive away.

And I say, "Left." [chuckles]

Left is where your thumb is on the right.
I forgot what I said.

-Hey, there she is!
-I, uh…

-More? What was this one?
-[Simon] I have to go.

-I want one of the--
-[Simon] I'm heading out.

-[Michel] No, you must stay!
-[Simon] I think you should go to bed.

I don't want to go.
I want to hang with you. No! I mean…

[laughs] I want to go to bed with you!

-[Simon] Come on, Michel.
-[Michel grunts]

-[Simon] Oh, you good, man?
-[Michel] I'm good.

-You don't have to…
-[chuckles] Okay.

[Michel moans, coughs]

-Oh! Sorry. I was just--
-[Simon] Whoa, dude!

-[Michel] Oh my God. I'm going down!
-Jesus!

-[Simon] Let's go.
-[Michel] My turn. Watch out. My knee.

-No touching! [laughs]
-[intriguing music playing]

There we go. Watch out for the wall. Okay.

-Okay, let's go upstairs.
-[Michel] But there's so many.

[grunts] Wait, wait, wait.

-Uh-oh!
-[Simon] You're okay, you're okay.

I think I have to…
I'm gonna just… That way.

[Simon] Okay.

[Michel] It's all good!
Everything's good. I'm okay.

Straight. Not really.

-[Michel] Straight ahead.
-Come on.

[Michel] Oh!

-[Simon] Come on.
-[Michel laughs]

-[Simon] Here it comes.
-You okay?

-[Michel] Upstairs.
-[Simon] Up we go.

[Michel groans]

-Just like that.
-[Michel] I got it.

-Keep going, Michel.
-Everything's all right. Here we--

[Michel groans]

-Okay. Up we go. And we're done.
-Just a little bit.

-[Simon] There you go.
-Oh, I don't care.

[Michel exhales sharply]

[Michel] You think I'm a wimp, huh?
Don't you?

You have no idea. You know why?
You don't know me.

At all. Yeah, that's true.

And I don't know my wife.

Okay, man. [chuckles]

You just need some good sleep, yeah?

Hey, are you… You're okay, right, buddy?

-My friend, huh.
-[Simon] Mm-hmm.

Can I, uh…

Can I get a bike?

Yeah.

[music fades]

[objects clatter]

[intriguing music playing]

[both breathe heavily]

[Karen gasping]

[Karen breathes heavily]

[both breathing heavily]

SIMON: I CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING
KAREN? PLEASE?

[music fades]

[Beau] That's prettier. I started
with red, but didn't like it as much.

The black is the best, I think.
Do you think so?

[Babette] Oh yes, that's beautiful.

-[Beau hums]
-It's gonna be gorgeous, Beau.

-[Luuk] Pretty?
-[cell phone buzzes]

[Beau] Yes.

[Luuk] But I could use another
if you wanna share.

[Beau] Thanks.

CAN'T CALL. AM WITH BABETTE.

CAN YOU HEAD OUT?

-Sorry.
-[gasps]

If I caused things to be complicated
with you and Hanneke.

I just… In a way, I feel sorry for her.

She was in love.

And we all make mistakes
when we're in love.

[cell phone buzzes]

BEACH HOUSE? NOW?

I, um… I'll be right back.

[Beau] I'm gonna use this one.

[somber music playing]

[keys jangle]

[door closes]

[Luuk] That's you.

[cell phone dialing]

[cell phone buzzing]

[music fades]

[Carola] So, you went to see Hanneke
after the cremation?

Yeah.

Yeah, I, um…

Yeah, I phoned her.

I wanted to see her because I was worried.
Just like Karen.

But she stayed with Babette and the kids.

Listen, it was just an easy way to…
to make a little money.

[exhales] I'm not saying this
to make excuses,

but it was… it was for the gym.

Expansion costs money. We… We…

You know what that costs? A new building?

Uh, yeah. So, then you stab
your best friend in the back?

What? No! No, I… I…

I protected Evert so he'd be in the clear.

[exhales] Listen. Things…
Things haven't been easy.

-But it was temporary.
-[cell phone buzzing]

[haunting music playing]

Hey.

[Michel] Hey, sweetie.

How's it going over there?
Is everyone okay? Is Soph asleep yet?

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Out like a light.

[Michel] Okay.

Have you spoken to Hanneke?

[Michel] No. No, she hasn't come home yet,

so I, uh, think I'm gonna stay here
with Ivo for a little while

to just wait until she gets back.

Is that okay?

Yeah. Sure.

[Michel] Okay.

-Talk soon.
-[Michel] Yeah, see you later.

She's still not there?

[music fades]

Does…

Does Hanneke think you made Evert…

[Karen sighs]

But ultimately, the fire
helped the business, didn't it?

[haunting music playing]

What?

Uh… [exhales]

You…

Wait, but… Me?

Are you serious? That… That…
That I could do something like…

Jesus.

[exhales] Whoa.

[sighs] Huh.

[Simon inhales]

You have no idea.

Karen, you have no idea
how I've been feeling this past week.

When I look at those kids…

[Simon breathes shakily]

[Simon sniffles]

[inhales sharply] I feel so f*cking

guilty.

Yeah.

[Simon sniffles]

I know.

[Karen breathes shakily]

[Simon sniffles]

[music fades]

Would you like something to eat?
Wolf, can I make you something?

Nah. She's gonna show up, huh?

Yeah.

Think she's okay?

[Michel] Oh yeah. I'm sure she's fine.

[sighs] Okay.

But I don't…
Maybe you should call her again? Hm?

Yeah.

[uneasy music playing]

[cell phone dialing]

[cell phone buzzing]

[vehicle approaching]

[breathes heavily]

[cell phone buzzing]

[clears throat]

Hey.

[Michel] Honey, I've been calling you.
Why didn't you answer?

Karen?

Uh, I, uh…

Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep for a sec.

[Michel] Listen.
Ivo and I are at the hospital.

You need to get down here right now.
Something terrible has…

Hanneke's been found. It's really serious.
You need to come right now. Okay?

[tires squeal]

[breathes shakily]

[music stops]

BASED ON THE NOVEL
'THE DINNER CLUB' BY SASKIA NOORT

[haunting song playing]

[music fades]