Hollands Hoop (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Woeste hoeve - full transcript
We're rich.
I want out. Take everything, please.
I want nothing to do with this.
The street value of what you see here
is 30 million. Part of it could be yours.
What kind of figures are these?
-Darling, I'll take care of it.
Holland's Hope is a beautiful estate.
-The land hardly has value anymore.
Or you have to switch
to something other than corn.
There will be ten times this much
on your land next season.
The industry is lying in wait. Ginkel
and the farmers oppose all change.
Look, that's what it will look like here.
-How can you be against that?
Do you have plans for the attic?
-I sure do.
No.
-Yes.
Are you suggesting it's the menopause?
-Machteld.
I'm not sure...
-Fokke's cheating on me.
I've won.
I told you, machine beats animal.
It was a draw.
-No way, I was here first.
That's unfair, you had a headstart.
-Just the driveway.
Otherwise I'd have won.
-Well, alright, it's a draw.
So all this is Holland's Hope.
That was all reclaimed by my family.
It's been in your family
for 200 years.
This whole area belongs to Ginkel,
this belongs to Matthias Kooistra...
this is Timmer
and that belongs to Bulder.
And this is all industrial, isn't it?
-Correct.
So, Holland's Hope as
the last barrier against progress.
Correct. If Holland's Hope falls,
the rest will too.
First I have to move heaven and earth
to get you to come here to settle things.
Then you accept, against reason, the
negative inheritance Holland's Hope is.
And now you want to sell it
while it isn't worth anything.
I'd almost think
you know something I don't.
I'll hear it if there are candidates.
-Your father always said:
'We're all in favour of progress,
as long as it doesn't lead to changes.'
Well, and now he's dead.
May she live long
may she live long and be happy
and be happy
and be happy
A pink one. So cool.
That's very generous, isn't it?
What did that cost?
Yes, it is about money.
We can't accept this.
Dad, please.
-No, Lara.
But...
-No, Lara.
We can't accept expensive gifts
from strangers.
Really, Fokke.
I'll pay for it, okay? I insist.
No, I'll pay for it, so it's my present.
Is that clear?
Then we'll split it.
What's that?
This is your real birthday present, Lara.
Sasha, can I talk to you?
So, do you want to see it?
-Yes.
Okay, it's over.
The attic, the barn, your guys
and you in my house.
It's over.
I want everyone off my land.
Is there something you want tell me
about our partnership, Sasha?
Don't you like it?
Do you want to end our agreement?
Fine with me.
The sooner the better.
I won't relax. It's over.
And something else.
We won't meet here anymore.
Not in my house, not in my barn,
not on my land. Clear?
Guys, at the usual time?
-Yes.
I'll be done later,
but I'll take the bus.
The bus?
Yes, I have something to do.
-Like what?
Nothing. Business.
-Business, you?
Yes, me. And don't tell Mom and Dad.
-You will buy me a present, right?
Not like last year.
-Yes, now get going.
A nice present, or I'll tell Mom.
Did you hear me?
-Yes.
Man, that looks excellent.
Everyone happy, right?
We have to get rid of Sasha.
What will Sasha do
after the last harvest?
He'll keep coming back, year after year.
We'll never get rid of that guy, Matthias.
Unless this entire area
becomes industry.
Then it's over with growing weed.
So you will try to change
the allocation plan?
I'll give it a shot.
It's the only way out.
I'll get the farmers to sell.
-Please leave me out of it.
I don't want the villagers to shun me.
-But you think it's a good idea, right?
Hey, that guy from the trailer park.
You hit him, right?
I sure did. There was blood everywhere.
You saw that, right?
What if his friend came to get him
and they tell someone?
Or if he's still walking around here?
Or if he's dead and they find his body?
You think too much, you know.
But you're right.
Psychotic hallucinations?
Nothing at all. Nobody.
Everything is normal, really.
No dictators? Demons?
No, I don't think so. No, right'?
I'm asking you.
I don't see anything,
I don't hear anything.
Everything is normal.
No, no.
Do you say that to please me?
I don't know. Am I?
Dimitri, we made an agreement.
We said we would be discreet
about this greenery here.
Yes, this isn't here. Check.
-Exactly.
But that doesn't relieve you
of your obligation to be honest.
Otherwise this won't work.
I'm not here for myself.
It's difficult.
Sometimes it's there.
Then they're suddenly here
and I see them.
Really, I'd swear they were there,
looking at me.
And then they disappear again.
You say they're not there,
and I believe you, but I do see them.
And then I no longer know
if they're there or not.
You have to get smaller,
in one piece.
Take you down in size a little.
There you go.
And then I think of you.
And you'll say there is no Vladimir Putin,
there is no demon here, maybe there's...
no one.
And then...
And then? You walk away...
you lie down, take your medication
and it disappears again.
Right?
Where is everyone?
-We had a disagreement.
Why didn't you come to me?
We couldn't agree on the price.
He charged too much for our budget.
Why didn't you discuss it with me?
Now there's nothing. Is it even safe?
It all comes apart.
We're living in a ruin.
Darling, I'll finish this myself.
I can fix it.
Sure, finish it yourself, Fokke.
-You have no idea what I'm capable of.
Where were you?
-I stopped by to see Matthias.
Again?
-Yes.
And then I went out with the dogs.
-That long?
Jesus, do I have to account
for everything?
Pretty funny, my parents thought
the countryside would be better for me.
I pulled a lot of shit at home.
-What kind of shit?
Stealing lollipops at the drugstore?
Or smoking joints behind the mall?
No, heavy shit. I was arrested twice
for dealing in the schoolyard.
Wow, dealing.
You look like your father.
-Youth Welfare was called in.
My parents freaked out.
I even got suspended from school.
School. I didn't finish school either.
Look at me now, free to do as I want.
I have to go to chemistry class. My dad
will get a fit if he hears I didn't go again.
Can you drop me off at school?
-Am I your personal taxi driver?
We're solving your problems here.
I have an old two-stroke moped
you can use.
Really?
-I never use it. Keep it if you like.
Nothing, nada, not a trace.
-And now?
Now nothing.
Go home. I've had it.
He's gone. Dead, alive,
what do I know? Come.
'Conspicuous by his absence.'
You really left a fine impression
at your new school.
We don't ask that much, do we? Only
that you go to school like normal kids.
Maybe you should stop smoking pot.
I can tell. Just look at your eyes.
Really, you smell up the house.
The whole farm stinks of weed.
I don't stink. Can I help it that...
In any case, no truancy anymore.
Go to your room and do your homework.
To your room.
It does worry me.
-Me too.
Stop, privacy.
-it's me. Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
-I didn't tell them anything.
Well, okay. Go away.
Just go away.
Jesus, I was just checking.
I have to step out.
I won't be late, but don't wait up for me.
Wait, me? Oh no, go ahead.
-Machteld, what's the matter?
Nothing, Fokke. I mean it, really.
Do what you have to do. Live it up.
Hey, Fokke.
-Hey. Next time at your place?
Why? Here we have all we need
for a good conversation.
That's how we do things here.
-it's a bit hard to explain at home.
Well, that's not how I...
Maybe something like this.
-Is that gold?
Yes, 14 carat.
Expensive as hell, right?
Correct.
-Then I'll take one of those.
Make it 'Lara', just four letters.
A nice short and cheap name.
I was thinking of Fernando.
-Can you spell it?
F-E-R-N-A-N-D-O.
-Okay, fine.
And one of those stones.
-A diamond as well.
Yes, please.
-That will be 600 euros.
You can pick it up in a week.
Okay, so make that 2000 euros
and I'll pick it up in half an hour.
Stop, you're wrecking it. Wait.
Easy, first take it out of gear.
All the way down.
One up. That's neutral.
Okay, now start it.
That sounds good, doesn't it?
You know how to shift gears, right?
-I'm used to a scooter.
Those scooters these days. All you
need to do is step on the gas and go.
Come, let me do it.
Look, just start and let it run.
Machteld?
You can also choose to confront him.
-Yes.
Or really hurt him.
I'd rather do that right now.
What else can it be? Where else
would he find a whore except there?
What type of girl was she anyway?
-A whore.
Come on, seriously.
-Well, you know...
about this tall,
brown hair, more or less this long...
brown eyes, dark eyebrows, tits.
A regular whore. With a stupid
fake Eastern-European accent.
An Eastern-European accent?
-Yes. Irina. Didn't I mention that?
Talking about the devil.
What? Is he at the door?
-Yes, don't move.
Let's just wait.
Great, isn't it?
-it's just like a motorbike.
Here. Really, I insist.
-No...
He insists.
So I made my own weed cabinet
with four plants. And guess what?
A short circuit. So I came home,
half the house had burned down.
My dad on the floor, mopping.
I still hear about it, every day.
Man oh man. Yes, I've been there.
By the way...
where did you get all that money?
Did you rob a gas station?
Piggy bank.
-Bullshit. That much?
I'll show you something.
Come. Come on.
Exhausters, lamps, filters.
I installed every hose and cable myself.
Pumps, pots, climate control,
All my work.
This sure beats my four plants.
-Same system, just a little bigger.
That's a load of money.
-Too much to spend all on girls, right?
The chicas, the whores.
What? You've never slept
with a whore?
You've got to be kidding.
-I have.
I slept with a whore once,
but I didn't have to pay for it.
I'm going to see to it that you
lose your virginity. Just wait.
Hey, Matthias.
Come. Wait here.
Matthias, I thought...
How dare you
bring that kid down here?
Alright, you'll be brought to
and picked up from school.
And at home you'll stay in your room
and do homework.
I'm only just managing
to hold things together here.
Farmers' meeting?
-Yes, dull but true.
Shall I go with you?
-No, it's just men's stuff. Not your like.
No.
Happy birthday.
Really?
-If Mom and Dad ask about me...
It'd better be important.
-Ginkel just scored one.
Same as usual, times two.
Guys, aren't you totally fed up
with that hassle with the corn?
Sowing, reaping
and not a cent of profit.
Year after year.
Running up expenses, investing
and no credit from the bank...
because they'd rather see you go
bankrupt so they can get your land.
Yes, and?
And then you spend the little you have
on these sad hookers.
Is it that time again, alderwoman?
Cut it out, Henk. I'm not on duty, so tell
your illegal aliens there won't be a raid.
If illegal aliens?
Not for me, I'd rather pay taxes.
It gives me something to deduct.
We're looking for someone.
Maybe you can help.
Oh, right. Discretion,
privacy, blah-blah-blah.
I'll figure it into the evaluation
at the next council meeting.
Do you have a certain Irina working
for you? Russian, Ukrainian perhaps.
She has brown hair this long,
brown eyes, dark eyebrows.
A regular whore.
-No, we don't have those here.
We have no Eastern Europeans here.
Look around you, all Asians.
Chic ladies too.
We don't fancy whorish types here.
I want to sell,
but for the highest price.
Stop the procedure.
We'll change the allocation plan.
The land will be worth 20 times more
and we'll all be better off.
Don't you see that this has no future?
Your father would be ashamed of you.
-My father is dead and buried, Ginkel.
Who sent you? The alderwoman?
-No one sends me.
I'm not doing this just for myself,
but also for you.
Fokke, we thought you'd come
to bring us something.
Your grandfather stood up to his neck
in the water here, to reclaim this land.
Okay, fine, then I'll do it alone.
If you do this...
-What?
You just don't understand. You've had
your chance, Fokke. You'd better go.
Look here, on the house.
If you need anything else, let me know.
-No, thanks.
My own bill, as always.
And a receipt.
It gives me something to deduct.
How can you issue a permit
for such a seedy place?
You're a woman yourself.
-Please.
A lot of men aren't happy at home and
only find satisfaction here. Fine, right?
What...
Pep, look at them.
Look.
Hey, Pep, you've got to watch this.
Come on.
Pep, look at them.
Pep, come on.
Pep, look.
That's it. Keep going.
I'm starting to see how you operate.
Waving your permit around. I can't
believe what you said to the owner.
Come on, it's just a game.
That was a joke.
It's not a joke. You abuse the little bit
of power you have. That's what you do.
That's not fair. I'm doing this for you.
-Yes, you arrange everything.
What about Holland's Hope?
What are you suggesting?
I have nothing to do with that.
I don't do anything illegal.
I didn't say you did.
I'm talking about
the permit for my attic.
Yes, that's not a problem at all.
Of course I'll arrange that for you.
So what were you talking about?
-We're almost there.
Okay, stop the car.
This is great.
Okay, follow me.
Wait.
Here, Pep. Go for it, alright?
What's the matter?
Does it have something to do
with Holland's Hope?
Really, Anna,
you better level with me.
I don't want to lose you.
You're scaring me.
What is it with Holland's Hope?
Come.
That's it, spit it out.
Come.
Pep, do you have money on you?
I have a plan. You and me, alright?
Pepijn, look at me. Look at me.
Come here. Let's rinse it out.
That's it.
Where did you find
that old man's money?
In the attic? No, right?
Was it in the office?
It was in the office, wasn't it?
Hey, Pepijn.
The old man's money, where was it?
The money.
I'll tell Matthias
you brought that trailer trash here.
Sasha will eat you alive, you hear.
Pepijn, come on.
Are you okay?
You old whoremaster.
You were really gone, weren't you?
Pepijn, are you still with me?
Where were you?
-At the hookers, okay?
What's the matter with you?
-Nothing. Everything's hunky-dory.
I just talked to Anna.
Isn't that what you wanted?
It's really astonishing.
That woman knows everything.
What did she say?
-isn't it time you told me a few things?
I know everything.
I want to hear it, Fokke.
From your mouth.
Everything?
I don't understand
how you could be so naive.
Why are you putting everything at stake?
I mean, why didn't you say anything?
These things concern us both,
not just you.
I saw you.
At the brothel.
And I don't need an explanation.
I just want it to stop.
I want you to stay away from Irina.
No. Oh Machteld, no.
Irina? No, darling, I...
I was at the brothel.
I had a meeting with the farmers...
because I want to change
the allocation plan. Business.
I wanted to appeal
to their responsibility.
I can forgive you anything,
but if you can't be honest with me now...
then it's over,
as far as I'm concerned.
Machteld.
I-
I-
I'm in love... I was...
in love with Irina.
Okay. Thank you.
Was that so hard?
I'm going to bed.
What did Anna say?
Please.
Anna is pressuring the farmers
to sell their land.
If you want to know more,
just ask your friend Matthias.
He's been blackmailing her for years.
Dammit.
I've been ripped off.
By trailer trash.
And now they're here.
I've seen them.
And Bert...
Pep, it's not your fault.
It's not your fault.
Is this...
There's a lot more upstairs.
A whole lot more.
Stacks of it.
Matthias and Bert are after
Grandpa's money.
They've been in here.
I'm sure of it.
Dad, he's really dangerous.
They're crazy.
I found Grandpa's rifle under the chair
you're sitting on when he...
Do you think they killed Grandpa?
Matthias is behind everything.
He wants this land.
He wants all the land.
And he'll do anything to get it.
Pep, we have to play this
very carefully.
Very carefully.
What was that about
that trailer trash?
I want out. Take everything, please.
I want nothing to do with this.
The street value of what you see here
is 30 million. Part of it could be yours.
What kind of figures are these?
-Darling, I'll take care of it.
Holland's Hope is a beautiful estate.
-The land hardly has value anymore.
Or you have to switch
to something other than corn.
There will be ten times this much
on your land next season.
The industry is lying in wait. Ginkel
and the farmers oppose all change.
Look, that's what it will look like here.
-How can you be against that?
Do you have plans for the attic?
-I sure do.
No.
-Yes.
Are you suggesting it's the menopause?
-Machteld.
I'm not sure...
-Fokke's cheating on me.
I've won.
I told you, machine beats animal.
It was a draw.
-No way, I was here first.
That's unfair, you had a headstart.
-Just the driveway.
Otherwise I'd have won.
-Well, alright, it's a draw.
So all this is Holland's Hope.
That was all reclaimed by my family.
It's been in your family
for 200 years.
This whole area belongs to Ginkel,
this belongs to Matthias Kooistra...
this is Timmer
and that belongs to Bulder.
And this is all industrial, isn't it?
-Correct.
So, Holland's Hope as
the last barrier against progress.
Correct. If Holland's Hope falls,
the rest will too.
First I have to move heaven and earth
to get you to come here to settle things.
Then you accept, against reason, the
negative inheritance Holland's Hope is.
And now you want to sell it
while it isn't worth anything.
I'd almost think
you know something I don't.
I'll hear it if there are candidates.
-Your father always said:
'We're all in favour of progress,
as long as it doesn't lead to changes.'
Well, and now he's dead.
May she live long
may she live long and be happy
and be happy
and be happy
A pink one. So cool.
That's very generous, isn't it?
What did that cost?
Yes, it is about money.
We can't accept this.
Dad, please.
-No, Lara.
But...
-No, Lara.
We can't accept expensive gifts
from strangers.
Really, Fokke.
I'll pay for it, okay? I insist.
No, I'll pay for it, so it's my present.
Is that clear?
Then we'll split it.
What's that?
This is your real birthday present, Lara.
Sasha, can I talk to you?
So, do you want to see it?
-Yes.
Okay, it's over.
The attic, the barn, your guys
and you in my house.
It's over.
I want everyone off my land.
Is there something you want tell me
about our partnership, Sasha?
Don't you like it?
Do you want to end our agreement?
Fine with me.
The sooner the better.
I won't relax. It's over.
And something else.
We won't meet here anymore.
Not in my house, not in my barn,
not on my land. Clear?
Guys, at the usual time?
-Yes.
I'll be done later,
but I'll take the bus.
The bus?
Yes, I have something to do.
-Like what?
Nothing. Business.
-Business, you?
Yes, me. And don't tell Mom and Dad.
-You will buy me a present, right?
Not like last year.
-Yes, now get going.
A nice present, or I'll tell Mom.
Did you hear me?
-Yes.
Man, that looks excellent.
Everyone happy, right?
We have to get rid of Sasha.
What will Sasha do
after the last harvest?
He'll keep coming back, year after year.
We'll never get rid of that guy, Matthias.
Unless this entire area
becomes industry.
Then it's over with growing weed.
So you will try to change
the allocation plan?
I'll give it a shot.
It's the only way out.
I'll get the farmers to sell.
-Please leave me out of it.
I don't want the villagers to shun me.
-But you think it's a good idea, right?
Hey, that guy from the trailer park.
You hit him, right?
I sure did. There was blood everywhere.
You saw that, right?
What if his friend came to get him
and they tell someone?
Or if he's still walking around here?
Or if he's dead and they find his body?
You think too much, you know.
But you're right.
Psychotic hallucinations?
Nothing at all. Nobody.
Everything is normal, really.
No dictators? Demons?
No, I don't think so. No, right'?
I'm asking you.
I don't see anything,
I don't hear anything.
Everything is normal.
No, no.
Do you say that to please me?
I don't know. Am I?
Dimitri, we made an agreement.
We said we would be discreet
about this greenery here.
Yes, this isn't here. Check.
-Exactly.
But that doesn't relieve you
of your obligation to be honest.
Otherwise this won't work.
I'm not here for myself.
It's difficult.
Sometimes it's there.
Then they're suddenly here
and I see them.
Really, I'd swear they were there,
looking at me.
And then they disappear again.
You say they're not there,
and I believe you, but I do see them.
And then I no longer know
if they're there or not.
You have to get smaller,
in one piece.
Take you down in size a little.
There you go.
And then I think of you.
And you'll say there is no Vladimir Putin,
there is no demon here, maybe there's...
no one.
And then...
And then? You walk away...
you lie down, take your medication
and it disappears again.
Right?
Where is everyone?
-We had a disagreement.
Why didn't you come to me?
We couldn't agree on the price.
He charged too much for our budget.
Why didn't you discuss it with me?
Now there's nothing. Is it even safe?
It all comes apart.
We're living in a ruin.
Darling, I'll finish this myself.
I can fix it.
Sure, finish it yourself, Fokke.
-You have no idea what I'm capable of.
Where were you?
-I stopped by to see Matthias.
Again?
-Yes.
And then I went out with the dogs.
-That long?
Jesus, do I have to account
for everything?
Pretty funny, my parents thought
the countryside would be better for me.
I pulled a lot of shit at home.
-What kind of shit?
Stealing lollipops at the drugstore?
Or smoking joints behind the mall?
No, heavy shit. I was arrested twice
for dealing in the schoolyard.
Wow, dealing.
You look like your father.
-Youth Welfare was called in.
My parents freaked out.
I even got suspended from school.
School. I didn't finish school either.
Look at me now, free to do as I want.
I have to go to chemistry class. My dad
will get a fit if he hears I didn't go again.
Can you drop me off at school?
-Am I your personal taxi driver?
We're solving your problems here.
I have an old two-stroke moped
you can use.
Really?
-I never use it. Keep it if you like.
Nothing, nada, not a trace.
-And now?
Now nothing.
Go home. I've had it.
He's gone. Dead, alive,
what do I know? Come.
'Conspicuous by his absence.'
You really left a fine impression
at your new school.
We don't ask that much, do we? Only
that you go to school like normal kids.
Maybe you should stop smoking pot.
I can tell. Just look at your eyes.
Really, you smell up the house.
The whole farm stinks of weed.
I don't stink. Can I help it that...
In any case, no truancy anymore.
Go to your room and do your homework.
To your room.
It does worry me.
-Me too.
Stop, privacy.
-it's me. Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
-I didn't tell them anything.
Well, okay. Go away.
Just go away.
Jesus, I was just checking.
I have to step out.
I won't be late, but don't wait up for me.
Wait, me? Oh no, go ahead.
-Machteld, what's the matter?
Nothing, Fokke. I mean it, really.
Do what you have to do. Live it up.
Hey, Fokke.
-Hey. Next time at your place?
Why? Here we have all we need
for a good conversation.
That's how we do things here.
-it's a bit hard to explain at home.
Well, that's not how I...
Maybe something like this.
-Is that gold?
Yes, 14 carat.
Expensive as hell, right?
Correct.
-Then I'll take one of those.
Make it 'Lara', just four letters.
A nice short and cheap name.
I was thinking of Fernando.
-Can you spell it?
F-E-R-N-A-N-D-O.
-Okay, fine.
And one of those stones.
-A diamond as well.
Yes, please.
-That will be 600 euros.
You can pick it up in a week.
Okay, so make that 2000 euros
and I'll pick it up in half an hour.
Stop, you're wrecking it. Wait.
Easy, first take it out of gear.
All the way down.
One up. That's neutral.
Okay, now start it.
That sounds good, doesn't it?
You know how to shift gears, right?
-I'm used to a scooter.
Those scooters these days. All you
need to do is step on the gas and go.
Come, let me do it.
Look, just start and let it run.
Machteld?
You can also choose to confront him.
-Yes.
Or really hurt him.
I'd rather do that right now.
What else can it be? Where else
would he find a whore except there?
What type of girl was she anyway?
-A whore.
Come on, seriously.
-Well, you know...
about this tall,
brown hair, more or less this long...
brown eyes, dark eyebrows, tits.
A regular whore. With a stupid
fake Eastern-European accent.
An Eastern-European accent?
-Yes. Irina. Didn't I mention that?
Talking about the devil.
What? Is he at the door?
-Yes, don't move.
Let's just wait.
Great, isn't it?
-it's just like a motorbike.
Here. Really, I insist.
-No...
He insists.
So I made my own weed cabinet
with four plants. And guess what?
A short circuit. So I came home,
half the house had burned down.
My dad on the floor, mopping.
I still hear about it, every day.
Man oh man. Yes, I've been there.
By the way...
where did you get all that money?
Did you rob a gas station?
Piggy bank.
-Bullshit. That much?
I'll show you something.
Come. Come on.
Exhausters, lamps, filters.
I installed every hose and cable myself.
Pumps, pots, climate control,
All my work.
This sure beats my four plants.
-Same system, just a little bigger.
That's a load of money.
-Too much to spend all on girls, right?
The chicas, the whores.
What? You've never slept
with a whore?
You've got to be kidding.
-I have.
I slept with a whore once,
but I didn't have to pay for it.
I'm going to see to it that you
lose your virginity. Just wait.
Hey, Matthias.
Come. Wait here.
Matthias, I thought...
How dare you
bring that kid down here?
Alright, you'll be brought to
and picked up from school.
And at home you'll stay in your room
and do homework.
I'm only just managing
to hold things together here.
Farmers' meeting?
-Yes, dull but true.
Shall I go with you?
-No, it's just men's stuff. Not your like.
No.
Happy birthday.
Really?
-If Mom and Dad ask about me...
It'd better be important.
-Ginkel just scored one.
Same as usual, times two.
Guys, aren't you totally fed up
with that hassle with the corn?
Sowing, reaping
and not a cent of profit.
Year after year.
Running up expenses, investing
and no credit from the bank...
because they'd rather see you go
bankrupt so they can get your land.
Yes, and?
And then you spend the little you have
on these sad hookers.
Is it that time again, alderwoman?
Cut it out, Henk. I'm not on duty, so tell
your illegal aliens there won't be a raid.
If illegal aliens?
Not for me, I'd rather pay taxes.
It gives me something to deduct.
We're looking for someone.
Maybe you can help.
Oh, right. Discretion,
privacy, blah-blah-blah.
I'll figure it into the evaluation
at the next council meeting.
Do you have a certain Irina working
for you? Russian, Ukrainian perhaps.
She has brown hair this long,
brown eyes, dark eyebrows.
A regular whore.
-No, we don't have those here.
We have no Eastern Europeans here.
Look around you, all Asians.
Chic ladies too.
We don't fancy whorish types here.
I want to sell,
but for the highest price.
Stop the procedure.
We'll change the allocation plan.
The land will be worth 20 times more
and we'll all be better off.
Don't you see that this has no future?
Your father would be ashamed of you.
-My father is dead and buried, Ginkel.
Who sent you? The alderwoman?
-No one sends me.
I'm not doing this just for myself,
but also for you.
Fokke, we thought you'd come
to bring us something.
Your grandfather stood up to his neck
in the water here, to reclaim this land.
Okay, fine, then I'll do it alone.
If you do this...
-What?
You just don't understand. You've had
your chance, Fokke. You'd better go.
Look here, on the house.
If you need anything else, let me know.
-No, thanks.
My own bill, as always.
And a receipt.
It gives me something to deduct.
How can you issue a permit
for such a seedy place?
You're a woman yourself.
-Please.
A lot of men aren't happy at home and
only find satisfaction here. Fine, right?
What...
Pep, look at them.
Look.
Hey, Pep, you've got to watch this.
Come on.
Pep, look at them.
Pep, come on.
Pep, look.
That's it. Keep going.
I'm starting to see how you operate.
Waving your permit around. I can't
believe what you said to the owner.
Come on, it's just a game.
That was a joke.
It's not a joke. You abuse the little bit
of power you have. That's what you do.
That's not fair. I'm doing this for you.
-Yes, you arrange everything.
What about Holland's Hope?
What are you suggesting?
I have nothing to do with that.
I don't do anything illegal.
I didn't say you did.
I'm talking about
the permit for my attic.
Yes, that's not a problem at all.
Of course I'll arrange that for you.
So what were you talking about?
-We're almost there.
Okay, stop the car.
This is great.
Okay, follow me.
Wait.
Here, Pep. Go for it, alright?
What's the matter?
Does it have something to do
with Holland's Hope?
Really, Anna,
you better level with me.
I don't want to lose you.
You're scaring me.
What is it with Holland's Hope?
Come.
That's it, spit it out.
Come.
Pep, do you have money on you?
I have a plan. You and me, alright?
Pepijn, look at me. Look at me.
Come here. Let's rinse it out.
That's it.
Where did you find
that old man's money?
In the attic? No, right?
Was it in the office?
It was in the office, wasn't it?
Hey, Pepijn.
The old man's money, where was it?
The money.
I'll tell Matthias
you brought that trailer trash here.
Sasha will eat you alive, you hear.
Pepijn, come on.
Are you okay?
You old whoremaster.
You were really gone, weren't you?
Pepijn, are you still with me?
Where were you?
-At the hookers, okay?
What's the matter with you?
-Nothing. Everything's hunky-dory.
I just talked to Anna.
Isn't that what you wanted?
It's really astonishing.
That woman knows everything.
What did she say?
-isn't it time you told me a few things?
I know everything.
I want to hear it, Fokke.
From your mouth.
Everything?
I don't understand
how you could be so naive.
Why are you putting everything at stake?
I mean, why didn't you say anything?
These things concern us both,
not just you.
I saw you.
At the brothel.
And I don't need an explanation.
I just want it to stop.
I want you to stay away from Irina.
No. Oh Machteld, no.
Irina? No, darling, I...
I was at the brothel.
I had a meeting with the farmers...
because I want to change
the allocation plan. Business.
I wanted to appeal
to their responsibility.
I can forgive you anything,
but if you can't be honest with me now...
then it's over,
as far as I'm concerned.
Machteld.
I-
I-
I'm in love... I was...
in love with Irina.
Okay. Thank you.
Was that so hard?
I'm going to bed.
What did Anna say?
Please.
Anna is pressuring the farmers
to sell their land.
If you want to know more,
just ask your friend Matthias.
He's been blackmailing her for years.
Dammit.
I've been ripped off.
By trailer trash.
And now they're here.
I've seen them.
And Bert...
Pep, it's not your fault.
It's not your fault.
Is this...
There's a lot more upstairs.
A whole lot more.
Stacks of it.
Matthias and Bert are after
Grandpa's money.
They've been in here.
I'm sure of it.
Dad, he's really dangerous.
They're crazy.
I found Grandpa's rifle under the chair
you're sitting on when he...
Do you think they killed Grandpa?
Matthias is behind everything.
He wants this land.
He wants all the land.
And he'll do anything to get it.
Pep, we have to play this
very carefully.
Very carefully.
What was that about
that trailer trash?