Modern Love Amsterdam (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Hou me Vast - full transcript
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MODERN LOVE
HOLD ME CLOSE
The plaintiff, Mr. Willenborg, accuses
the defendant, Ms. van Ruiten,
of gross negligence
and abandonment of her duty of care.
Ms. van Ruiten is your primary care
physician. Is that correct?
Yes.
Yes? Okay.
Then we'll begin with you, Ms. Hartman.
Yes, thank you, Your Honor.
Between the years 2017 to 2019,
the plaintiff made eight visits
to the defendant,
complaining of extreme headache.
This information
can be found in the exhibits.
Instead of
taking these complaints seriously,
the defendant told Mr. Willenborg
that he should relax more.
She asked him if he was feeling
stressed out by deadlines,
and advised him to consult a coach
or occupational psychologist.
It was found that he'd been suffering
from a brain tumor the entire time
which may have caused him far less damage
if it had been treated earlier.
As a consequence of this late treatment,
he now suffers from weakness
on his right side,
spasms, aphasia
and greatly reduced concentration.
He is no longer able to
continue working as a journalist.
Mr. Willenborg, can you tell the court
about your contact with your doctor?
How do you feel about the care
and attention your complaints received?
-You may remain seated.
-Yes.
My doctor was very friendly.
But the headaches, I...
My headaches kept getting worse, and...
It's a sort of leakage.
You don't know where the leak is.
But...
The Dutch College of General Practitioners
are extremely clear on this.
She should have asked about
symptoms such as nausea,
and sensitivity to light and sound.
She did not.
Blood pressure wasn't checked
after new complaints of headaches.
No headache records. I could go on.
Also, after eight weeks, he should've been
referred to a neurologist.
That's for patients over 50 years of age.
Not only those over 50, but also those
with progressive or alarming symptoms.
Your Honor, this is clearly
a case of gross negligence.
My client is entitled to compensation
in the sum of 875,000 euros.
I...
"Leakage."
Where did that come from?
Sweetheart...
Well?
Yes, what?
Jackie, come.
What?
-No, wait a minute.
-Just let me.
Could you move your car?
-No.
-Please?
Your spot is there.
Yeah, that's his spot.
Is it? You want the whole street?
No, but I have to park my electric car
next to the new charger.
You think the whole street belongs to you?
My battery's low.
This has been my mother's spot
for 20 years.
So call her and check
if she wants to get it.
Eat shit, bitch.
-Wow.
-Are you gonna explain?
-This is such bullshit.
-Jacks, come.
What?
You want a glass of wine?
Yeah, sure.
Couldn't you have gotten a screw top?
They don't taste nearly as good.
Jackie!
Jackie, stop it!
No. Hey.
Hey!
What a jerk.
Yeah.
Jackie, sit!
Can I use your charger?
Bitch.
Okay.
Could you not find the right word?
Or did you really mean to say that?
I couldn't do it to her.
When I saw her sitting there.
Did you pity her?
She's insured for this.
Yeah.
You know who you should pity?
I pity you.
Me?
Why?
You've worked for this
for two and a half years.
I'm not doing this for myself.
I'm doing it for you.
It happened to you, right?
-Good morning.
-Morning.
Did you sleep well?
Yeah.
Pretty well.
-And you?
-Yeah.
Can I have a bite?
I'll come pick you up at five, okay?
No, I'm going to play squash, so...
-Six. We'll go from there.
-Okay, I'll come get you from there.
Okay, have a nice day.
You too.
No. But I do.
Shall we begin?
We can see how well this works
from the case of Ria and Wim.
They've been taking in children
for more than 15 years
who for some reason
can no longer live at home.
Has the client gathered
some neighbors already?
Yes, around 10.
Then I'll see
if I can get the neighbors to agree.
-I've called two.
-Okay, Katja will do it.
-Thanks.
-You're getting the next one.
In the Verhoeven household, many...
In the Verhoeven household, many...
Damn it.
Hey, a new one?
I'm going to drive you crazy.
I look forward to it.
Here it comes.
Jesus.
Hey.
I'll just finish this round, yeah?
-Come on.
-Ready?
-Have you decided what you want?
-Yes.
I'd like two appetizers.
This one and this one. Is that okay?
I want...
-Pasta.
-Yeah? You don't want steak?
Get a steak.
-I'll have the steak.
-The steak. Medium?
-No, rare.
-Rare. Coming right up.
Thank you.
How was it today?
Did you manage to finish it?
No, I started too late.
The aphasia got really bad
all of a sudden.
I'll try again tomorrow.
Tomorrow's good.
But I've found an app
that edits the hesitation out.
-You should get it.
-Yeah. It costs 1,500 euros.
Okay.
Yes, but I would get it.
It sounds fantastic. Or I'll buy it.
I can deduct it.
Me too.
Where are you going to deduct it from?
I have something put aside.
I still have some money in a sock.
-Here's your steak.
-Oh, yes.
Delicious.
-Yes, fantastic. Thanks.
-Enjoy your meal.
Yes.
I've been thinking.
I love you so much.
I don't want to lose that.
No, you don't have to.
But we haven't...
for almost three years...
-Yes?
-And I...
I get the feeling...
If you have needs
that I can't fulfil.
You can find someone else who...
You've actually been thinking about this?
How...
Could you stand it? If I...
No.
-Are you feeling sore?
-No, why? Are you?
No, but you always are.
They've been taking in children
for more than 15 years
who for some reason
can no longer live at home.
Some for a few months,
some for a few years.
In the Verhoeven household,
many driver's licenses have been obtained.
Hey, Kat.
I...
I was thinking of cooking
something nice tonight. And...
And I was thinking of fried melon?
And that dish with the melted avocado.
I wanted to ask you what you preferred.
I think you know exactly
what I'm in the mood for...
-I'm home.
-Hey.
-Delicious. My favorites.
-Yes.
-The app works well.
-Very well.
-But...
-What?
Something else...
didn't go so well.
What didn't?
My driver's license.
What about your driver's license?
I got a letter from the DMV.
-They're not renewing my driver's license.
-They can't do that.
-Effective immediately.
-How can that be?
-I'm not allowed to drive anymore.
-But you took the test, right?
It was late in the afternoon. I was tired.
I had a small accident. Hit the curb.
You can just do it again.
It doesn't matter.
I said I would rather do it
in the morning.
And they didn't listen?
Okay.
-Then we'll fight it.
-No. Let me do this.
Where's the letter?
I want to do it myself.
You can appeal. You need your license.
No.
You're not going to be my lawyer anymore.
Great, then I'll ask Olaf.
It makes no difference to me.
I want to do it myself, my way.
Fine.
Okay.
It looks delicious. Shall I set the table?
I'm almost done.
Yeah.
Maybe the issuing of a demolition license
seems like a formality.
This is more than
the demolition of a building.
More than a few stones.
This is about the demolition
of a part of neighborhood life.
A part of the history of our city.
A part of all of us.
And what is demolished,
can never be brought back.
...if this is successful.
-Strong. Congratulations.
-Thank you.
Let's celebrate this.
Let's celebrate with a glass of wine.
Come on.
-Hey.
-Hey.
How did it go?
Yeah, it was good.
-The cheese is nice.
-Yeah.
Very nice.
Christ...
Come.
You're always... Come here. Give it here.
Jackie.
Come on. Get him!
No, don't you dare.
Oh, I do.
Hey, Jackie.
-Jackie.
-It's warm.
Oh, my God!
Hey.
-I'll go.
-Stop!
-What are you doing?
-No, no this one.
I'm leaving.
I'm leaving!
-Hey.
-Guys, wait.
-Hey.
-I'll turn it off.
-Yes, exactly.
-Jackie.
Can you turn it off?
-It's warm.
-Yes, it's lovely.
Enjoy your meal.
-Is it off?
-Yes. Sorry, Simon.
Yeah, come.
-Where does it come from?
-Yeah, right?
How's it going with Simon?
I don't know. Not so good, actually.
He's a bit...
-Sulky.
-Really?
He lost his driver's license.
-No...
-Yeah.
-But you can dispute that.
-That's what I said.
But he doesn't want to.
He doesn't want to dispute it.
That's awful for you too, isn't it?
Well, for him...
I mean, it's...
It's your independence.
Yes, but it's also your independence.
Yeah.
-Hello.
-Hi.
Are you having a party?
-My mother-in-law.
-My mother.
-It's okay, you couldn't have known.
-My condolences.
-Thank you.
-I had no idea.
She's not in pain anymore.
That's the good thing.
So that's why... How stupid of me. Sorry.
No, don't worry about it.
-You couldn't have known.
-That was really dumb.
These things happen. You didn't know.
It's not easy for you guys either.
What isn't?
That I'm such a cripple.
That's what you mean, isn't it?
You said that, Simon.
Well, doesn't matter to me.
I'll move the Canta.
-That's not important.
-Yes, it is.
It is, and then we'll have a beer.
I used to take the car once a year
to a guy on Papaverweg
who'd do a checkup. I always took it
or he'd sell mom all sorts of things,
and she'd be down thousands of euros.
And she always wanted to go on the ferry.
A moment of peace and quiet on the ferry.
And we'd smoke.
And then we'd usually
go eat cake on the Prinsengracht.
So I get out and I say to her,
"Mom, stop here and no further."
The moment I get out and close the door
she puts her foot down
and drives it into the canal.
-Really?
-In the Canta.
We climb out, dripping wet.
-Yes.
-No way.
Blub, blub, blub.
Give me another beer.
She's very sweet. She's very cute.
Yes.
Lovely. It really is.
-Hey. We'll manage it.
-Shit.
-Can I still say that?
-Of course.
No, you can't anymore.
I am.
-I love doing it.
-Are you already...
I do.
-Nice.
-Who wants another beer?
No, thanks.
That one's also...
-To Ria.
-Can you open this? I can't get it...
-What are you doing?
-Watching the sunset together.
The icing on the cake was him surfacing...
I kept picturing him all wet...
Okay.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Are you in the mood?
You're not, are you?
It's all right.
-Sim?
-Damn it.
Hey.
-Are you okay?
-I'll be fine.
-Do you need me to help you?
-No.
It'll be all right.
-Are you sure?
-Yes.
What happened?
I don't know what happened.
I do. You're hungover.
Great party last night.
So I can go?
-Yes.
-Sure?
It's fine.
Yeah?
-Then I'll see you tonight.
-Have a nice day, darling.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Fuck.
Fuck.
This is Simon Wilgenborg's voicemail.
I'm not currently...
One of my clients
has just suffered serious damage.
What kind of damage?
His cheek, one of his eyes,
and some hearing damage.
Deaf in one ear.
-Wait a second.
-What?
One moment. That's my husband.
It's not even true...
Hey.
My new race car.
The curtains still have to come off.
But Wilco said that
we can soup it up, so...
But what about the Volvo?
Sold it.
Since you don't need a license for it,
it's perfect for Amsterdam.
And I bet you I'll be home a half hour
before you because I'll take the ferry.
-Hey, tonight I'm planning...
-I know.
You're having dinner with Olaf.
Have fun.
Yes. Thank you.
Bye.
If only you didn't need to
take any children.
Should we say that?
Yes, that's good.
Should I've answered?
I feel like I'm back in school with her,
but, I can't imagine...
The system is broken on every front.
What does that say about us, as a society?
-You can have the nice view.
-Thanks.
Do you know what you bring
to our courtroom?
No.
You make it personal.
-I do?
-Yes.
Is that a compliment?
You make us forget
all that legal bullshit.
You make people feel.
What's the catch?
Damn it...
The youth welfare system is failing.
No, sorry, you were
in the middle... Carry on!
I wanted to know if...
-I still really enjoy it.
-It shows.
I really like doing it.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Do you?
I feel like
I'm doing something I shouldn't.
Sometimes you stop
just as it's getting exciting.
Really interesting.
Sound familiar?
Should I go further?
Should I make it more personal?
In the courtroom.
Hi.
Did you enjoy yourself?
Good.
But I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm with you.
Hold me.
And we lost the case.
It's not the end of the world.
-No?
-I knew that.
Yeah.
I miss you.
I miss me too.
Yeah.
I like this!
Sorry. Sorry.
It's kind of ugly, though.
Sorry.
Subtitle translation by Amber Hughes
MODERN LOVE
HOLD ME CLOSE
The plaintiff, Mr. Willenborg, accuses
the defendant, Ms. van Ruiten,
of gross negligence
and abandonment of her duty of care.
Ms. van Ruiten is your primary care
physician. Is that correct?
Yes.
Yes? Okay.
Then we'll begin with you, Ms. Hartman.
Yes, thank you, Your Honor.
Between the years 2017 to 2019,
the plaintiff made eight visits
to the defendant,
complaining of extreme headache.
This information
can be found in the exhibits.
Instead of
taking these complaints seriously,
the defendant told Mr. Willenborg
that he should relax more.
She asked him if he was feeling
stressed out by deadlines,
and advised him to consult a coach
or occupational psychologist.
It was found that he'd been suffering
from a brain tumor the entire time
which may have caused him far less damage
if it had been treated earlier.
As a consequence of this late treatment,
he now suffers from weakness
on his right side,
spasms, aphasia
and greatly reduced concentration.
He is no longer able to
continue working as a journalist.
Mr. Willenborg, can you tell the court
about your contact with your doctor?
How do you feel about the care
and attention your complaints received?
-You may remain seated.
-Yes.
My doctor was very friendly.
But the headaches, I...
My headaches kept getting worse, and...
It's a sort of leakage.
You don't know where the leak is.
But...
The Dutch College of General Practitioners
are extremely clear on this.
She should have asked about
symptoms such as nausea,
and sensitivity to light and sound.
She did not.
Blood pressure wasn't checked
after new complaints of headaches.
No headache records. I could go on.
Also, after eight weeks, he should've been
referred to a neurologist.
That's for patients over 50 years of age.
Not only those over 50, but also those
with progressive or alarming symptoms.
Your Honor, this is clearly
a case of gross negligence.
My client is entitled to compensation
in the sum of 875,000 euros.
I...
"Leakage."
Where did that come from?
Sweetheart...
Well?
Yes, what?
Jackie, come.
What?
-No, wait a minute.
-Just let me.
Could you move your car?
-No.
-Please?
Your spot is there.
Yeah, that's his spot.
Is it? You want the whole street?
No, but I have to park my electric car
next to the new charger.
You think the whole street belongs to you?
My battery's low.
This has been my mother's spot
for 20 years.
So call her and check
if she wants to get it.
Eat shit, bitch.
-Wow.
-Are you gonna explain?
-This is such bullshit.
-Jacks, come.
What?
You want a glass of wine?
Yeah, sure.
Couldn't you have gotten a screw top?
They don't taste nearly as good.
Jackie!
Jackie, stop it!
No. Hey.
Hey!
What a jerk.
Yeah.
Jackie, sit!
Can I use your charger?
Bitch.
Okay.
Could you not find the right word?
Or did you really mean to say that?
I couldn't do it to her.
When I saw her sitting there.
Did you pity her?
She's insured for this.
Yeah.
You know who you should pity?
I pity you.
Me?
Why?
You've worked for this
for two and a half years.
I'm not doing this for myself.
I'm doing it for you.
It happened to you, right?
-Good morning.
-Morning.
Did you sleep well?
Yeah.
Pretty well.
-And you?
-Yeah.
Can I have a bite?
I'll come pick you up at five, okay?
No, I'm going to play squash, so...
-Six. We'll go from there.
-Okay, I'll come get you from there.
Okay, have a nice day.
You too.
No. But I do.
Shall we begin?
We can see how well this works
from the case of Ria and Wim.
They've been taking in children
for more than 15 years
who for some reason
can no longer live at home.
Has the client gathered
some neighbors already?
Yes, around 10.
Then I'll see
if I can get the neighbors to agree.
-I've called two.
-Okay, Katja will do it.
-Thanks.
-You're getting the next one.
In the Verhoeven household, many...
In the Verhoeven household, many...
Damn it.
Hey, a new one?
I'm going to drive you crazy.
I look forward to it.
Here it comes.
Jesus.
Hey.
I'll just finish this round, yeah?
-Come on.
-Ready?
-Have you decided what you want?
-Yes.
I'd like two appetizers.
This one and this one. Is that okay?
I want...
-Pasta.
-Yeah? You don't want steak?
Get a steak.
-I'll have the steak.
-The steak. Medium?
-No, rare.
-Rare. Coming right up.
Thank you.
How was it today?
Did you manage to finish it?
No, I started too late.
The aphasia got really bad
all of a sudden.
I'll try again tomorrow.
Tomorrow's good.
But I've found an app
that edits the hesitation out.
-You should get it.
-Yeah. It costs 1,500 euros.
Okay.
Yes, but I would get it.
It sounds fantastic. Or I'll buy it.
I can deduct it.
Me too.
Where are you going to deduct it from?
I have something put aside.
I still have some money in a sock.
-Here's your steak.
-Oh, yes.
Delicious.
-Yes, fantastic. Thanks.
-Enjoy your meal.
Yes.
I've been thinking.
I love you so much.
I don't want to lose that.
No, you don't have to.
But we haven't...
for almost three years...
-Yes?
-And I...
I get the feeling...
If you have needs
that I can't fulfil.
You can find someone else who...
You've actually been thinking about this?
How...
Could you stand it? If I...
No.
-Are you feeling sore?
-No, why? Are you?
No, but you always are.
They've been taking in children
for more than 15 years
who for some reason
can no longer live at home.
Some for a few months,
some for a few years.
In the Verhoeven household,
many driver's licenses have been obtained.
Hey, Kat.
I...
I was thinking of cooking
something nice tonight. And...
And I was thinking of fried melon?
And that dish with the melted avocado.
I wanted to ask you what you preferred.
I think you know exactly
what I'm in the mood for...
-I'm home.
-Hey.
-Delicious. My favorites.
-Yes.
-The app works well.
-Very well.
-But...
-What?
Something else...
didn't go so well.
What didn't?
My driver's license.
What about your driver's license?
I got a letter from the DMV.
-They're not renewing my driver's license.
-They can't do that.
-Effective immediately.
-How can that be?
-I'm not allowed to drive anymore.
-But you took the test, right?
It was late in the afternoon. I was tired.
I had a small accident. Hit the curb.
You can just do it again.
It doesn't matter.
I said I would rather do it
in the morning.
And they didn't listen?
Okay.
-Then we'll fight it.
-No. Let me do this.
Where's the letter?
I want to do it myself.
You can appeal. You need your license.
No.
You're not going to be my lawyer anymore.
Great, then I'll ask Olaf.
It makes no difference to me.
I want to do it myself, my way.
Fine.
Okay.
It looks delicious. Shall I set the table?
I'm almost done.
Yeah.
Maybe the issuing of a demolition license
seems like a formality.
This is more than
the demolition of a building.
More than a few stones.
This is about the demolition
of a part of neighborhood life.
A part of the history of our city.
A part of all of us.
And what is demolished,
can never be brought back.
...if this is successful.
-Strong. Congratulations.
-Thank you.
Let's celebrate this.
Let's celebrate with a glass of wine.
Come on.
-Hey.
-Hey.
How did it go?
Yeah, it was good.
-The cheese is nice.
-Yeah.
Very nice.
Christ...
Come.
You're always... Come here. Give it here.
Jackie.
Come on. Get him!
No, don't you dare.
Oh, I do.
Hey, Jackie.
-Jackie.
-It's warm.
Oh, my God!
Hey.
-I'll go.
-Stop!
-What are you doing?
-No, no this one.
I'm leaving.
I'm leaving!
-Hey.
-Guys, wait.
-Hey.
-I'll turn it off.
-Yes, exactly.
-Jackie.
Can you turn it off?
-It's warm.
-Yes, it's lovely.
Enjoy your meal.
-Is it off?
-Yes. Sorry, Simon.
Yeah, come.
-Where does it come from?
-Yeah, right?
How's it going with Simon?
I don't know. Not so good, actually.
He's a bit...
-Sulky.
-Really?
He lost his driver's license.
-No...
-Yeah.
-But you can dispute that.
-That's what I said.
But he doesn't want to.
He doesn't want to dispute it.
That's awful for you too, isn't it?
Well, for him...
I mean, it's...
It's your independence.
Yes, but it's also your independence.
Yeah.
-Hello.
-Hi.
Are you having a party?
-My mother-in-law.
-My mother.
-It's okay, you couldn't have known.
-My condolences.
-Thank you.
-I had no idea.
She's not in pain anymore.
That's the good thing.
So that's why... How stupid of me. Sorry.
No, don't worry about it.
-You couldn't have known.
-That was really dumb.
These things happen. You didn't know.
It's not easy for you guys either.
What isn't?
That I'm such a cripple.
That's what you mean, isn't it?
You said that, Simon.
Well, doesn't matter to me.
I'll move the Canta.
-That's not important.
-Yes, it is.
It is, and then we'll have a beer.
I used to take the car once a year
to a guy on Papaverweg
who'd do a checkup. I always took it
or he'd sell mom all sorts of things,
and she'd be down thousands of euros.
And she always wanted to go on the ferry.
A moment of peace and quiet on the ferry.
And we'd smoke.
And then we'd usually
go eat cake on the Prinsengracht.
So I get out and I say to her,
"Mom, stop here and no further."
The moment I get out and close the door
she puts her foot down
and drives it into the canal.
-Really?
-In the Canta.
We climb out, dripping wet.
-Yes.
-No way.
Blub, blub, blub.
Give me another beer.
She's very sweet. She's very cute.
Yes.
Lovely. It really is.
-Hey. We'll manage it.
-Shit.
-Can I still say that?
-Of course.
No, you can't anymore.
I am.
-I love doing it.
-Are you already...
I do.
-Nice.
-Who wants another beer?
No, thanks.
That one's also...
-To Ria.
-Can you open this? I can't get it...
-What are you doing?
-Watching the sunset together.
The icing on the cake was him surfacing...
I kept picturing him all wet...
Okay.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Are you in the mood?
You're not, are you?
It's all right.
-Sim?
-Damn it.
Hey.
-Are you okay?
-I'll be fine.
-Do you need me to help you?
-No.
It'll be all right.
-Are you sure?
-Yes.
What happened?
I don't know what happened.
I do. You're hungover.
Great party last night.
So I can go?
-Yes.
-Sure?
It's fine.
Yeah?
-Then I'll see you tonight.
-Have a nice day, darling.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Fuck.
Fuck.
This is Simon Wilgenborg's voicemail.
I'm not currently...
One of my clients
has just suffered serious damage.
What kind of damage?
His cheek, one of his eyes,
and some hearing damage.
Deaf in one ear.
-Wait a second.
-What?
One moment. That's my husband.
It's not even true...
Hey.
My new race car.
The curtains still have to come off.
But Wilco said that
we can soup it up, so...
But what about the Volvo?
Sold it.
Since you don't need a license for it,
it's perfect for Amsterdam.
And I bet you I'll be home a half hour
before you because I'll take the ferry.
-Hey, tonight I'm planning...
-I know.
You're having dinner with Olaf.
Have fun.
Yes. Thank you.
Bye.
If only you didn't need to
take any children.
Should we say that?
Yes, that's good.
Should I've answered?
I feel like I'm back in school with her,
but, I can't imagine...
The system is broken on every front.
What does that say about us, as a society?
-You can have the nice view.
-Thanks.
Do you know what you bring
to our courtroom?
No.
You make it personal.
-I do?
-Yes.
Is that a compliment?
You make us forget
all that legal bullshit.
You make people feel.
What's the catch?
Damn it...
The youth welfare system is failing.
No, sorry, you were
in the middle... Carry on!
I wanted to know if...
-I still really enjoy it.
-It shows.
I really like doing it.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
Do you?
I feel like
I'm doing something I shouldn't.
Sometimes you stop
just as it's getting exciting.
Really interesting.
Sound familiar?
Should I go further?
Should I make it more personal?
In the courtroom.
Hi.
Did you enjoy yourself?
Good.
But I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm with you.
Hold me.
And we lost the case.
It's not the end of the world.
-No?
-I knew that.
Yeah.
I miss you.
I miss me too.
Yeah.
I like this!
Sorry. Sorry.
It's kind of ugly, though.
Sorry.
Subtitle translation by Amber Hughes