Hollands Hoop (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Sea of Green - full transcript
Pepijn?
Pepijn.
THERE IS A HOUSE
Fokke.
Yes, that's my father, but...
Yes, I'm still here.
Yes, thank you. Yes, you too.
A heart attack?
No, it's good to hear
that he did have one.
Yes, nice, Dad, breakfast.
Never mind.
Where's our breakfast?
-What do you think I'm doing?
Mom.
Is there no breakfast?
Fok, it's your turn today.
No breakfast? What am I doing?
-Had a rough night?
I have to... I want...
-I'm off, okay?
Pepijn, please.
Can't Jason buy his own fuel?
Fokke, say something.
-Be glad he gives me a ride.
I still don't have a scooter.
-Stop smoking pot.
Ask Dad if he's going to stay
in pyjamas.
Dad?
-I want to say something.
Sweetie, let's go.
Okay, listen up, guys,
Dad's about to say something.
That was very impressive.
Bye, Daddy.
Augustinus.
-Van Helsen, your father's notary.
My condolences, Mr Augustinus.
-Thank you. Can I call you back?
Holland's Hope requires your urgent
attention. The farm is untended now.
Dear man, I have to interrupt you.
I can't help you.
I didn't talk to my father in years.
I'm not the person...
You're his only surviving relative.
Isn't there an interim farmer
or something like that?
I'm off to Spain for four weeks
with my family tomorrow.
There's no way...
-So what about the funeral?
The funeral, right.
When will that be?
I think it's also in your own interest...
-I have to hang up now. Bye.
I don't get it, Frank.
-He's safely in isolation.
In isolation?
-I have to be able to observe him.
Yes, under supervision.
You have to talk to him, win his trust...
you have to test, check and evaluate.
How can I entrust my patients to you?
Isolation is fine. I'm not going one-on-
one with your most dangerous patient.
You have to identify with the patients.
My approach only works if you invest.
That means lowering medication,
providing insight, offering perspective.
That guy decapitated his father,
boiled his head and dumped his body.
I'm sorry, but what perspective?
He'll never leave this place.
Good morning, Dimitri.
Could we perhaps take our pills?
In, out. Very good.
Yes, I already see it happening
with a number of you.
In, out.
Very good.
But now it's important
that you focus your breath...
on the area between your anus
and your vagina.
Mula bandha, it's called.
Very carefully...
try to breathe through it.
Try to forge a new connection
to your body.
One against the storm,
one for the calm...
I haven't taken a piss in days.
-You have to take your pills.
I don't have to do anything.
Fokke.
My big friend.
Dimitri, Frank here is taking over
our conversations for a while.
No, Fokke, come on.
-I know change can be confusing...
but it's only for the daily protocol.
-That wasn't the deal, Fokke.
Deal is a deal.
-Dimitri, I think you have to accept...
Fokke.
I've always said it, Fokke.
Never trust anyone.
You and me, Fokke, you and me.
I gave you everything. I'd let you in and
you'd let me in, that was the deal.
You and me together.
-Dimitri, look at me.
Let Frank go and then we'll talk.
Then you and I will talk.
You and I, no one else.
I'm going... I have to share
something with you, Dimitri.
Shall I share something with you?
Can I?
It's about my father.
He's...
He's dead.
And I should...
I should feel something now.
I should feel relieved or sad.
Or glad.
But I don't feel anything, Dimitri.
I don't feel anything.
That's completely normal, Fokke.
My father used to beat me.
But it wasn't his fault.
My mother died young...
You're not going to apologize
for your father because he beat you.
You did boil his head thoroughly, didn't you?
Jesus“.
I'm getting old.
Everything is weak and starting to sag.
Fishing for compliments?
I can think of a few.
Are you alright?
-No, not really.
Anything I can do?
I don't know. It's all a bit much.
I have to do everything by myself.
Come here.
Repeat after me.
I inhale love...
-I inhale love...
I exhale stress.
-I exhale stress.
I am Machteld.
-I am Machteld.
I'm fine the way I am.
Fokke, I can't justify this. This incident
raises questions about your approach.
You're a terrific forensic psychiatrist,
but you let them come too close.
By empathizing?
By being understanding?
By Sympathizing?
- Sympathizing.
My approach only works
when everyone collaborates.
If I entrust a patient,
the follow-up must be there.
Fokke, I'm terminating the treatment.
Go home, go to your family, bury
your father, come back refreshed.
You're absolutely right.
Let it go.
Great, Fokke, I knew it.
-I'm quitting.
I resign. And another thing...
Next time when you deliver
bad news, first deal the blow...
then make room for emotions
and then sympathize.
Normally I'd say, bad luck,
also to the insurance.
A short circuit is always possible.
My compliments, pretty inventive,
a mini greenhouse in a file cabinet.
For heaven's sake.
Lamps, timer,
even a drainage system.
But who uses Scotch tape
to connect electricity wires?
Dammit, Pepijn.
I have to report this, of course.
And you may hear from Youth Welfare.
Can you manage,
or should I call someone?
No thanks, I'm all right.
Youth welfare.
Is that really necessary?
Rules are rules.
Holy shit, Dad.
Drugs, Pepijn?
Really, son? Again?
Dad, it was for my own use.
I don't want to hear it, Pepijn.
I don't want to know.
I spend all clay among junkies.
I don't want one for a son.
It was an experiment. It's legal.
-They're drugs, Pepijn.
You can have five plants...
-it's junk. It's dangerous junk.
It'll only lead you into a pickle.
-Into a pickle?
I'm all for experimenting, but at
your age your brain still develops.
Although I have my doubts.
Look at this.
Water, electricity and Scotch tape.
What were you thinking?
Pep, I know drugs are an easy solution
when you're having problems.
So I ask you face to face.
Look at me, Pepijn.
Are you in a pickle?
Yes.
I'm in a pickle.
I'm in a blue funk.
What is it?
- I'll just come out with it.
I'm gay.
No. Son...
Jesus.
Come on, Dad. In a pickle?
It was quite funny, come on.
I feel so ashamed, Pepijn.
You already had a police record.
Fokke, I'm worried.
Can you say something too?
I don't know about you,
but I think this isn't normal.
He's losing his way and you
do nothing. I can't do it alone.
You're the psychiatrist here,
so talk to him. Make contact.
There's something I have to...
Yes, I already know.
You do?
-Yes.
I'm so glad you take the initiative.
I was dreading the vacation.
I know you do it to make it easier
for me, but you're right, it's finished.
We can't be who we want to be
or should be.
Just the idea of 15 more years...
It's okay.
I also want a divorce, Fokke.
That's what you wanted to say, right?
-No.
My father is dead.
I... I have to go to the farm.
I have to arrange things. The horses,
the funeral, things like that.
Fokke“.
-You can just go to Spain.
You'll be able to rest,
go to the beach, get a massage.
You'll be able to meditate...
-Fokke...
Please, stay.
No network? Jesus.
How do people live here?
Hold it against your braces.
That makes the signal stronger.
-Jerk.
Don't make a fuss about that.
Who wants to reach you anyway?
As long as we're together, darling.
Try to look at the bright side.
There are all kinds of things here.
White elves, will-0'-the-wisps.
-Dad! What's that!
That's nature, sweetheart.
-That's not nature, that's road kill.
So it goes in the countryside.
They'll come and clear it away.
Life and death, side by side.
This is it, guys. Holland's Hope.
Are you alright?
-Of course.
Holland's Hope.
This will be the worst vacation ever.
It was unlike your father to miss
the service, so I went to see him.
I rang the bell, but got no answer.
I thought, perhaps he's out
in the fields. But on a Sunday...
It's been 20 years since I last saw him.
He hasn't changed a bit.
He had a twinkle in his eyes
to the end.
As if he knew something we didn't.
No way I'm sleeping
in the same house with a corpse.
Lara, it's your grandpa.
You never talk about him.
What? I've never seen him.
-But he saw you.
I sent him pictures of the children
occasionally.
I just felt bad for him.
Not that I ever heard back from him.
Can't we leave him on the roadside?
-Lara, go outside?
Isn't that how the countryside works?
-Lara, outside.
Sorry, but they're still...
-Children.
I've taken the liberty to make
preparations for the ceremony.
The family grave...
I'd very much like you
to take my father to the church.
But it was his explicit wish to be buried
in the family grave, next to your mother.
But the land can't be sold
with graves on it.
The funeral is tomorrow.
-It will have to be postponed.
There's no other way, I'm sorry.
I know it's very unusual, but...
What about my mother? I very much
want them to lie together, just not here.
You mean you want to...
Rebury my mother.
Everything has to go.
Where did you find him?
There.
Is there nothing you can do today?
-Absolutely not.
Something else. You can be sure
that as executer of your father's will...
I will be very scrupulous about
expediting your father's estate.
Let that be a promise
I can make good on.
Goodbye.
Boy oh boy, what are they doing here?
This used to be one long green stretch.
Choco spread, bananas, Glorix...
-I used to cycle this distance.
15 kilometres, every day,
through wind and rain.
Meats, dishcloths, muesli...
-And it could be rough.
If a storm came up and you were
unprepared, you'd be a sitting duck.
A sitting duck?
You'd be a sitting duck, Dad?
Who will we live with
when you get divorced?
Divorced? What makes you say that?
We're not getting divorced.
Never mind.
Pepijn, Mom just needs some space.
-Right.
You really have no idea, do you?
-What?
Nothing. Never mind.
-Pepijn, I'm trying to understand you.
I don't want to argue all the time,
but it takes two.
Mom has someone else.
How do you know about Mom,
assuming you're not lying again?
What do you mean, again?
As if I always...
Ouch, my heels.
No ouching, just answer me.
Why do you ask me?
Ask Mom.
Lara, just look at those tiles. They're
lovely. They're at least 100 years old.
Maybe there's green soap.
Otherwise I'll call Dad.
Come on, Grandpa.
Oh, Flipje, no.
Vacation?
-No. Or yes, but also no.
I'm here for my father's funeral.
Are you old Augustinus's son?
-Yes.
You must be Fokke.
My name is Mart.
My condolences, by the way.
Your father was a good man.
My father?
-Yes.
So you're taking over the farm?
-No way.
I didn't leave this place without reason.
And I can't wait to go home again.
Holland's Hope will be sold. Everything
has to go. Farm, land, everything.
We don't accept those here.
Do you have cash?
No.
Put it on my bill, Mart.
You don't recognize me, do you?
A bit older and bulkier,
but I haven't changed a bit, have I?
No, not a bit. And for the rest?
Did you marry, have children?
Well, yes and no.
My clad had that stud farm, remember?
-Absolutely.
That's become a kind of hobby.
Horses.
Come and visit some time.
-Me? No.
Pepijn likes scooters better.
Maybe Lara will, my daughter.
So you're married?
-Yes, I'm married. Still am.
You don't hear that often anymore.
Most get divorced.
Me and Liesbeth too, happy for 20 years.
-I have to go, Matthias.
Of course.
-She's waiting for the groceries.
It was really nice to see you.
-Likewise.
Come by before you leave.
I assume you're not staying.
No, definitely not. There's no work
for a psychiatrist here.
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Bring your wife along.
-Bye.
Bye.
Hey, dear. Look how beautiful.
-Amazing.
Dad, Mom said Grandpa may
have left us something in his will.
Grandpa didn't think
about other people.
You don't know that.
They are his grandchildren.
I don't want you to be disappointed
if you're not mentioned.
Alright, let's go.
The will.
I didn't think so... And this...
No, that's not going to happen.
Guys, never mind. I first have
to look it over, check all debts...
and only then...
-Dad.
Yes, that's not nice.
-Come on, Dad.
Fine, Machteld, then it will be up to you
to disappoint Lara in a responsible way.
Because as of today
Lara will be owner of Fernando.
Congratulations on your horse.
Will you take it for walkies?
But we'll first see what's left after
the notary has settled everything.
Hey, Dad. What about me?
-My old man had obviously lost it.
Pepijn, you get the Francotte.
The what?
That's just like my father, giving
a minor a double-barrelled shotgun.
Good idea, Machteld?
-Awesome.
I didn't think so, Pepijn.
-it's Grandpa's last wish.
Then you'll like this as well,
because you also get the Taunus.
What the fuck is a Taunus?
That was Grandpa's luxury sedan.
-A car?
Well,
this was a very bad idea.
Your daughter a horse,
your son a rifle and a pimpmobile.
And we?
Weren't you leaving?
I didn't mean to intrude.
Between you and your clad.
Why don't you ask me anything?
Fokke, I'm here now.
It's now or never. Ask me.
Guys, wake up.
Pepijn, wake up.
Wake up.
Machteld, wake up.
You're right, it's now or never.
Come.
Guys, come here.
I want to say something.
Something's become clear to me.
Namely that I wasn't there for you.
And the thought of losing you...
-Dad, get a grip.
Fokke,no.
-Yes.
Yes, Machteld, it's now or never.
We have to turn over a new leaf.
I really think that here
we can make a new start.
Machteld,
you're the love of my life.
I don't know where I lost you...
but the thought of losing you
to someone else really hurts me.
To Mom's question whether
I also want a divorce, however...
A divorce? Jesus, Mom.
The answer is no.
Because I love you.
-How can you do that, Mom?
Jesus. Lara, honey.
Just great, this.
Jesus.
You wanted to talk, so talk.
Tell me it's not true. Tell me.
Fokke, it was finished.
-So you run to someone else.
Someone else is not the problem.
-But Machteld...
Then what is the problem?
Please open it.
I do everything alone, Fokke.
For such a long time already.
You're absorbed by your work
and I can take care of things at home.
You never ask me anything.
And if I ask you something,
I get no answer.
You just don't talk.
You only talk
to dangerous lunatics, criminals.
You think that we can just move
somewhere and make a new start.
But if nothing changes between us,
it won't be new, it'll be just the same.
And I can't handle that.
It'd be my death.
Why do I have to stay with him?
-He's upset.
Yes, thanks to you.
-That's not fair.
Why can't Lara stay instead?
She'd like too. Mom, please.
I can't deal with it.
I'd have to keep an eye on you.
I'll behave, I'll stay in my room.
-You don't have a room anymore.
You're staying with Dad. Talk to him.
-And say what?
I don't know, just talk.
-Yeah, whatever.
Pepijn.
You could have been dead, dammit.
Pepijn.
Dad.
Dad.
Dad.
We're rich.
Feel this.
Pepijn.
Pepijn, we have to get out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Everything has changed.
I have changed.
I need to show you something.
You sow once, you reap once,
that's it.
Pepijn.
THERE IS A HOUSE
Fokke.
Yes, that's my father, but...
Yes, I'm still here.
Yes, thank you. Yes, you too.
A heart attack?
No, it's good to hear
that he did have one.
Yes, nice, Dad, breakfast.
Never mind.
Where's our breakfast?
-What do you think I'm doing?
Mom.
Is there no breakfast?
Fok, it's your turn today.
No breakfast? What am I doing?
-Had a rough night?
I have to... I want...
-I'm off, okay?
Pepijn, please.
Can't Jason buy his own fuel?
Fokke, say something.
-Be glad he gives me a ride.
I still don't have a scooter.
-Stop smoking pot.
Ask Dad if he's going to stay
in pyjamas.
Dad?
-I want to say something.
Sweetie, let's go.
Okay, listen up, guys,
Dad's about to say something.
That was very impressive.
Bye, Daddy.
Augustinus.
-Van Helsen, your father's notary.
My condolences, Mr Augustinus.
-Thank you. Can I call you back?
Holland's Hope requires your urgent
attention. The farm is untended now.
Dear man, I have to interrupt you.
I can't help you.
I didn't talk to my father in years.
I'm not the person...
You're his only surviving relative.
Isn't there an interim farmer
or something like that?
I'm off to Spain for four weeks
with my family tomorrow.
There's no way...
-So what about the funeral?
The funeral, right.
When will that be?
I think it's also in your own interest...
-I have to hang up now. Bye.
I don't get it, Frank.
-He's safely in isolation.
In isolation?
-I have to be able to observe him.
Yes, under supervision.
You have to talk to him, win his trust...
you have to test, check and evaluate.
How can I entrust my patients to you?
Isolation is fine. I'm not going one-on-
one with your most dangerous patient.
You have to identify with the patients.
My approach only works if you invest.
That means lowering medication,
providing insight, offering perspective.
That guy decapitated his father,
boiled his head and dumped his body.
I'm sorry, but what perspective?
He'll never leave this place.
Good morning, Dimitri.
Could we perhaps take our pills?
In, out. Very good.
Yes, I already see it happening
with a number of you.
In, out.
Very good.
But now it's important
that you focus your breath...
on the area between your anus
and your vagina.
Mula bandha, it's called.
Very carefully...
try to breathe through it.
Try to forge a new connection
to your body.
One against the storm,
one for the calm...
I haven't taken a piss in days.
-You have to take your pills.
I don't have to do anything.
Fokke.
My big friend.
Dimitri, Frank here is taking over
our conversations for a while.
No, Fokke, come on.
-I know change can be confusing...
but it's only for the daily protocol.
-That wasn't the deal, Fokke.
Deal is a deal.
-Dimitri, I think you have to accept...
Fokke.
I've always said it, Fokke.
Never trust anyone.
You and me, Fokke, you and me.
I gave you everything. I'd let you in and
you'd let me in, that was the deal.
You and me together.
-Dimitri, look at me.
Let Frank go and then we'll talk.
Then you and I will talk.
You and I, no one else.
I'm going... I have to share
something with you, Dimitri.
Shall I share something with you?
Can I?
It's about my father.
He's...
He's dead.
And I should...
I should feel something now.
I should feel relieved or sad.
Or glad.
But I don't feel anything, Dimitri.
I don't feel anything.
That's completely normal, Fokke.
My father used to beat me.
But it wasn't his fault.
My mother died young...
You're not going to apologize
for your father because he beat you.
You did boil his head thoroughly, didn't you?
Jesus“.
I'm getting old.
Everything is weak and starting to sag.
Fishing for compliments?
I can think of a few.
Are you alright?
-No, not really.
Anything I can do?
I don't know. It's all a bit much.
I have to do everything by myself.
Come here.
Repeat after me.
I inhale love...
-I inhale love...
I exhale stress.
-I exhale stress.
I am Machteld.
-I am Machteld.
I'm fine the way I am.
Fokke, I can't justify this. This incident
raises questions about your approach.
You're a terrific forensic psychiatrist,
but you let them come too close.
By empathizing?
By being understanding?
By Sympathizing?
- Sympathizing.
My approach only works
when everyone collaborates.
If I entrust a patient,
the follow-up must be there.
Fokke, I'm terminating the treatment.
Go home, go to your family, bury
your father, come back refreshed.
You're absolutely right.
Let it go.
Great, Fokke, I knew it.
-I'm quitting.
I resign. And another thing...
Next time when you deliver
bad news, first deal the blow...
then make room for emotions
and then sympathize.
Normally I'd say, bad luck,
also to the insurance.
A short circuit is always possible.
My compliments, pretty inventive,
a mini greenhouse in a file cabinet.
For heaven's sake.
Lamps, timer,
even a drainage system.
But who uses Scotch tape
to connect electricity wires?
Dammit, Pepijn.
I have to report this, of course.
And you may hear from Youth Welfare.
Can you manage,
or should I call someone?
No thanks, I'm all right.
Youth welfare.
Is that really necessary?
Rules are rules.
Holy shit, Dad.
Drugs, Pepijn?
Really, son? Again?
Dad, it was for my own use.
I don't want to hear it, Pepijn.
I don't want to know.
I spend all clay among junkies.
I don't want one for a son.
It was an experiment. It's legal.
-They're drugs, Pepijn.
You can have five plants...
-it's junk. It's dangerous junk.
It'll only lead you into a pickle.
-Into a pickle?
I'm all for experimenting, but at
your age your brain still develops.
Although I have my doubts.
Look at this.
Water, electricity and Scotch tape.
What were you thinking?
Pep, I know drugs are an easy solution
when you're having problems.
So I ask you face to face.
Look at me, Pepijn.
Are you in a pickle?
Yes.
I'm in a pickle.
I'm in a blue funk.
What is it?
- I'll just come out with it.
I'm gay.
No. Son...
Jesus.
Come on, Dad. In a pickle?
It was quite funny, come on.
I feel so ashamed, Pepijn.
You already had a police record.
Fokke, I'm worried.
Can you say something too?
I don't know about you,
but I think this isn't normal.
He's losing his way and you
do nothing. I can't do it alone.
You're the psychiatrist here,
so talk to him. Make contact.
There's something I have to...
Yes, I already know.
You do?
-Yes.
I'm so glad you take the initiative.
I was dreading the vacation.
I know you do it to make it easier
for me, but you're right, it's finished.
We can't be who we want to be
or should be.
Just the idea of 15 more years...
It's okay.
I also want a divorce, Fokke.
That's what you wanted to say, right?
-No.
My father is dead.
I... I have to go to the farm.
I have to arrange things. The horses,
the funeral, things like that.
Fokke“.
-You can just go to Spain.
You'll be able to rest,
go to the beach, get a massage.
You'll be able to meditate...
-Fokke...
Please, stay.
No network? Jesus.
How do people live here?
Hold it against your braces.
That makes the signal stronger.
-Jerk.
Don't make a fuss about that.
Who wants to reach you anyway?
As long as we're together, darling.
Try to look at the bright side.
There are all kinds of things here.
White elves, will-0'-the-wisps.
-Dad! What's that!
That's nature, sweetheart.
-That's not nature, that's road kill.
So it goes in the countryside.
They'll come and clear it away.
Life and death, side by side.
This is it, guys. Holland's Hope.
Are you alright?
-Of course.
Holland's Hope.
This will be the worst vacation ever.
It was unlike your father to miss
the service, so I went to see him.
I rang the bell, but got no answer.
I thought, perhaps he's out
in the fields. But on a Sunday...
It's been 20 years since I last saw him.
He hasn't changed a bit.
He had a twinkle in his eyes
to the end.
As if he knew something we didn't.
No way I'm sleeping
in the same house with a corpse.
Lara, it's your grandpa.
You never talk about him.
What? I've never seen him.
-But he saw you.
I sent him pictures of the children
occasionally.
I just felt bad for him.
Not that I ever heard back from him.
Can't we leave him on the roadside?
-Lara, go outside?
Isn't that how the countryside works?
-Lara, outside.
Sorry, but they're still...
-Children.
I've taken the liberty to make
preparations for the ceremony.
The family grave...
I'd very much like you
to take my father to the church.
But it was his explicit wish to be buried
in the family grave, next to your mother.
But the land can't be sold
with graves on it.
The funeral is tomorrow.
-It will have to be postponed.
There's no other way, I'm sorry.
I know it's very unusual, but...
What about my mother? I very much
want them to lie together, just not here.
You mean you want to...
Rebury my mother.
Everything has to go.
Where did you find him?
There.
Is there nothing you can do today?
-Absolutely not.
Something else. You can be sure
that as executer of your father's will...
I will be very scrupulous about
expediting your father's estate.
Let that be a promise
I can make good on.
Goodbye.
Boy oh boy, what are they doing here?
This used to be one long green stretch.
Choco spread, bananas, Glorix...
-I used to cycle this distance.
15 kilometres, every day,
through wind and rain.
Meats, dishcloths, muesli...
-And it could be rough.
If a storm came up and you were
unprepared, you'd be a sitting duck.
A sitting duck?
You'd be a sitting duck, Dad?
Who will we live with
when you get divorced?
Divorced? What makes you say that?
We're not getting divorced.
Never mind.
Pepijn, Mom just needs some space.
-Right.
You really have no idea, do you?
-What?
Nothing. Never mind.
-Pepijn, I'm trying to understand you.
I don't want to argue all the time,
but it takes two.
Mom has someone else.
How do you know about Mom,
assuming you're not lying again?
What do you mean, again?
As if I always...
Ouch, my heels.
No ouching, just answer me.
Why do you ask me?
Ask Mom.
Lara, just look at those tiles. They're
lovely. They're at least 100 years old.
Maybe there's green soap.
Otherwise I'll call Dad.
Come on, Grandpa.
Oh, Flipje, no.
Vacation?
-No. Or yes, but also no.
I'm here for my father's funeral.
Are you old Augustinus's son?
-Yes.
You must be Fokke.
My name is Mart.
My condolences, by the way.
Your father was a good man.
My father?
-Yes.
So you're taking over the farm?
-No way.
I didn't leave this place without reason.
And I can't wait to go home again.
Holland's Hope will be sold. Everything
has to go. Farm, land, everything.
We don't accept those here.
Do you have cash?
No.
Put it on my bill, Mart.
You don't recognize me, do you?
A bit older and bulkier,
but I haven't changed a bit, have I?
No, not a bit. And for the rest?
Did you marry, have children?
Well, yes and no.
My clad had that stud farm, remember?
-Absolutely.
That's become a kind of hobby.
Horses.
Come and visit some time.
-Me? No.
Pepijn likes scooters better.
Maybe Lara will, my daughter.
So you're married?
-Yes, I'm married. Still am.
You don't hear that often anymore.
Most get divorced.
Me and Liesbeth too, happy for 20 years.
-I have to go, Matthias.
Of course.
-She's waiting for the groceries.
It was really nice to see you.
-Likewise.
Come by before you leave.
I assume you're not staying.
No, definitely not. There's no work
for a psychiatrist here.
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
Bring your wife along.
-Bye.
Bye.
Hey, dear. Look how beautiful.
-Amazing.
Dad, Mom said Grandpa may
have left us something in his will.
Grandpa didn't think
about other people.
You don't know that.
They are his grandchildren.
I don't want you to be disappointed
if you're not mentioned.
Alright, let's go.
The will.
I didn't think so... And this...
No, that's not going to happen.
Guys, never mind. I first have
to look it over, check all debts...
and only then...
-Dad.
Yes, that's not nice.
-Come on, Dad.
Fine, Machteld, then it will be up to you
to disappoint Lara in a responsible way.
Because as of today
Lara will be owner of Fernando.
Congratulations on your horse.
Will you take it for walkies?
But we'll first see what's left after
the notary has settled everything.
Hey, Dad. What about me?
-My old man had obviously lost it.
Pepijn, you get the Francotte.
The what?
That's just like my father, giving
a minor a double-barrelled shotgun.
Good idea, Machteld?
-Awesome.
I didn't think so, Pepijn.
-it's Grandpa's last wish.
Then you'll like this as well,
because you also get the Taunus.
What the fuck is a Taunus?
That was Grandpa's luxury sedan.
-A car?
Well,
this was a very bad idea.
Your daughter a horse,
your son a rifle and a pimpmobile.
And we?
Weren't you leaving?
I didn't mean to intrude.
Between you and your clad.
Why don't you ask me anything?
Fokke, I'm here now.
It's now or never. Ask me.
Guys, wake up.
Pepijn, wake up.
Wake up.
Machteld, wake up.
You're right, it's now or never.
Come.
Guys, come here.
I want to say something.
Something's become clear to me.
Namely that I wasn't there for you.
And the thought of losing you...
-Dad, get a grip.
Fokke,no.
-Yes.
Yes, Machteld, it's now or never.
We have to turn over a new leaf.
I really think that here
we can make a new start.
Machteld,
you're the love of my life.
I don't know where I lost you...
but the thought of losing you
to someone else really hurts me.
To Mom's question whether
I also want a divorce, however...
A divorce? Jesus, Mom.
The answer is no.
Because I love you.
-How can you do that, Mom?
Jesus. Lara, honey.
Just great, this.
Jesus.
You wanted to talk, so talk.
Tell me it's not true. Tell me.
Fokke, it was finished.
-So you run to someone else.
Someone else is not the problem.
-But Machteld...
Then what is the problem?
Please open it.
I do everything alone, Fokke.
For such a long time already.
You're absorbed by your work
and I can take care of things at home.
You never ask me anything.
And if I ask you something,
I get no answer.
You just don't talk.
You only talk
to dangerous lunatics, criminals.
You think that we can just move
somewhere and make a new start.
But if nothing changes between us,
it won't be new, it'll be just the same.
And I can't handle that.
It'd be my death.
Why do I have to stay with him?
-He's upset.
Yes, thanks to you.
-That's not fair.
Why can't Lara stay instead?
She'd like too. Mom, please.
I can't deal with it.
I'd have to keep an eye on you.
I'll behave, I'll stay in my room.
-You don't have a room anymore.
You're staying with Dad. Talk to him.
-And say what?
I don't know, just talk.
-Yeah, whatever.
Pepijn.
You could have been dead, dammit.
Pepijn.
Dad.
Dad.
Dad.
We're rich.
Feel this.
Pepijn.
Pepijn, we have to get out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Everything has changed.
I have changed.
I need to show you something.
You sow once, you reap once,
that's it.