Lou!
-Hey, are you okay? -Jacques?
-Hey, Jacques!
-Jacques! -Jacques, can you hear us?
Hey, come on.
Help!
Come and help!
Hang on, you're alright.
Help!
I need help!
Stretcher, quickly!
Can you hear me?
-Can you hear me? -Patient's unconscious.
Low pulse.
-Breathing is shallow. -Signs of cyanosis.
She's in shock.
Let me check her pupils.
-Rea two. -Got it.
Let's have them prepare the oxygen.
Monitor.
Saturation level, eighty percent.
What did she take?
Alcohol and MDMA.
-Saturation level, seventy percent. -Or coke, I think.
You think?
-Level sixty percent. -It was a bachelorette party
with her sister's friends.
-Fifty percent, now. -Can you take him to the waiting room?
-The patient is no longer breathing. -Hm.
-Let's go to the waiting room, sir. -Okay, I've got the IV push ready.
Intubation.
These are the documents. There you go.
His identification card.
And you can wait over there.
-Best of luck. -Thank you.
'Course.
Alex?
Uh, I'll go for coffee, then.
-Okay? -Yeah.
L-
Louise-
Louise? What do you mean, Louise?
She's in a coma.
I guess she OD'd, and I just-
I should've known, but all I cared about was that fucking shit club, I-
She OD'd? How'd she-?
Emilie had a, um, bachelorette party.
I thought she might be with you-
And I-
I found her with the water coming up and I-
Alex?
Oh, Alex.
An overdose, they said?
Sorry.
Did you talk to Emilie?
-Voicemail. I- -I'll try, hang on.
-Oh, Emilie, -Yeah.
It's Mom again.
Where are you?
Please call me back, it's urgent.
And?
Stable.
That's good, right?
It doesn't actually tell us, uh,
anything.
Yeah, too soon to say.
Oh, you're here!
Gone a bit far, man.
You were an embarrassment, but now you're disgusting.
Patrick!
-Feeling's mutual, I guess. -Don't you dare open your mouth! You
can't be trusted, I've known for years!
But you drugged someone-
a bipolar girl, for your own fucking amusement, Jesus!
Patrick, come on!
-Patrick! Patrick! -Calm down.
-You shit! -Patrick!
Alex wasn't even at Emilie's party, he saved Louise.
It's thanks to him Louise's still here.
Yeah.
No clue what to say to me, then?
Daddy.
Just tell him that you're sorry!
Sorry isn't a concept your father knows, honey.
Sorry.
-Melissa! -Hey, why aren't you in bed, honey?
Daan.
What's going on?
Uh. Our-
Our daughter's in the ER because she-
Oh.
Louise, she overdosed.
What- what does 'overdose' mean?
It means that you've taken too many pills.
Oh. So does that mean that they're gonna pump her stomach?
Mm-hm.
Sorry.
'Scuse me?
Sorry.
I, uh-
The situation was unclear, so sorry.
Yeah. Um,
she's pulled through the worst of it.
Oh.
We were able to lower her body temperature. We're giving her O2, and, uh,
-the saturation levels are looking good. -Oh, thank God.
Yeah.
Jan.
Thanks, Paul.
-She's okay. -Yes, thank you.
I I better go.
-I'm going to call Emilie again. -Oh, hey.
There he is, right over there, huh?
-It was you, right? -Jacques.
What?
-Huh? -Jacques-
What?
Bastard.
Jackass!
-Jackass! -Okay.
Okay.
You're pretty beat up, man, eh? This guy is your partner?
Jacques, why don't you-
He's a drunk.
-Hey, guys, let's- -Are you talking about me?
Yeah, it's about you. It's best you get lost.
-Hm. -Guys.
-Or I'll send you right back in. -Jacques.
Oh?
It is just me, or does his nose look a little bit crooked?
Come on.
Oh!
-Jacques, please. -Yeah. Daan, let's go.
Much better.
WAY better.
-Who's the shit now, huh? -Jacques! You-
-Come, Danny, -Just, go. Go!
-Let's get out of here. -My God. Come here.
-Oh! -Well-
-Head back. Hold it there. Yeah, there. -What?
-Okay, okay. -Yeah.
You did this to yourself.
Oh, Jan.
Oh.
Oh. Hey.
What is it?
My dad-
Hey.
-My dad and Alex hate each other. -No.
Hey.
-They do. -They don't, shh.
They do.
Why don't you stay with me and sleep here?
Yeah?
Okay. Come on.
I wish my dad was dead already.
-Ah. -That's her stuff, probably.
-Yeah, that's her stuff, I think. -These are her belongings from the E. R.
Yeah.
Here you go.
Hey.
Hm.
What was all that with Patrick and with Alex?
And with Patrick and, and, with Jacques.
Hm.
And with you and Paul?
-That's my fault, I forgot. -Hm.
Eleonore's reaction was priceless.
Hm.
Sweetheart.
-Daddy. -Daddy's here.
It's okay.
-I'm right here. -Mom and Dad are here.
Hey.
-Good afternoon. -Hi, sweetheart.
We're both here, honey.
Alright, looks like she's waking up. Okay, we're going to be checking some of
her vitals here. I'm just going to get this tube out of your way, okay?
She's okay.
It's alright.
She's okay.
Hey, sweetheart.
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
Alex.
-Mm? -She's awake.
-Yeah. -Wait,
you can't see her just yet, we'll let you know when you can.
Okay?
Okay.
A psych ward.
Again.
Honey.
You know…
it's not a closed ward or anything.
She'll be fine, we have a top-notch team of neurologists, psychiatrists,
therapists.
-The very best. -Mhmm.
Well,
if you think that's best for her, then that's,
okay.
Ah, yes,
do you want me to report this so they can find the dealer-
Oh, no, Paul, don't.
Really.
-The police mustn't hear about this. -Yeah,
I thought so.
Okay.
Thank you.
Yeah, of course.
For everything, thanks.
Yeah.
We'd better find our oldest daughter.
At least she behaves.
Oh!
What happened here? It's a total mess, huh?
Yeah, better call the housekeeper.
And a taxi.
Oh, dear.
Their parents will be happy.
That's her daughter, Miriam's.
-Miriam? -Segers.
Miriam Segers?
-That's familiar- -Oh, the minister.
Emilie?
Fuck.
Who is that man?
I didn't know how to break it to you.
Is that-?
Huh.
Yeah! Here I come, here I come, here I come!
-I won! -Yeah!
Hi, Mom.
Let's go in.
-I'm gonna go shower. -Very well, sweetheart.
Here you are.
A towel.
-That was quite the evening, wasn't it? -Oh.
Yeah.
Olivia was very distressed.
-I would think so. -She can act so adult, but,
-really, she's still so young. -Mm-hm.
Sensitive.
I know, I'm her mother.
Anyway, Jacques-
I get it, because of Patrick's history with him, but I think-
yeah, when there are kids, you can't behave that way, you can't.
It frightened her to see her father and brother arguing.
That was traumatic for her.
Some rosé?
Uh, well, I am currently looking after your sweet daughter, so-
We're in Knokke.
It's a vacation.
Okay.
I'll just go check on her.
And, shower quick.
I really had no idea.
It was so sweet.
Cheerful.
I don't know, she seemed perfectly happy.
-It was actually a really fun night. -Yes, I'm sure it was.
Now the house is trashed, Emilie!
Yea.
But it doesn't look like anything got broken, though.
Mom, I'm sorry, everyone was just fucking drunk.
Yeah.
But Jacques, he said it was his fault, and he said how sorry he is.
For the first time in his life.
And you fell for that?
He might've changed, Jacques.
When did you get so naive, Alexander?
Jan said I can see her.
Give her lots of love from me.
I will.
-Thanks, Jacques. -Go on.
Alex!
Alex, hang on!
Hey!
Any news about Louise?
Not your problem anymore.
What?
Look.
If she'd just kept on her medication,
then, uh,
this wouldn't have happened.
Where's Alex going now?
Hm.
Yeah, most likely, um, to the Lulu.
Um, it's work related, he said.
I don't know exactly.
Hey.
Alex.
Shhh, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy,
easy, it's okay, now.
Sorry.
I-
Sorry. Sorry.
I-
I'm sorry for everything, Louise.
Sorry.
I've been a real asshole lately.
I-
I've been neglecting you, and-
S-
Sorry.
Alex.
I'll take care of you now, okay?
I'll take care of you, Louise, I promise, I really will, don't worry.
Hey.
I love you, Alex.
I love you too.
I really love you.
Whoa, Victor!
Here, catch this! Wait up!
His is smaller, isn't it?
I heard she's in a psych ward.
Who?
Louise.
Louise?
Uh-huh.
Loony bin, huh?
Shit.
May I check?
Okay.
I HOPE YOU'RE DOING FINE…
Wait!
Whoa, hey, come on, Matti!
-Alex just needs to keep her on meds. -Mm.
If you weren't into men, she'd have hit on you ages ago.
-Oh! -Alright!
Wow, my goodness.
What? She hasn't hit on me.
Yeah, she's crazy, Matti, not blind, y'know?
-Wow, ouch! -Ah, come on!
That hurts!
Lou?
Hey.
Come here.
Sorry.
Sorry for what?
For ruining everything.
Hey.
Nothing's been ruined, alright?
How do you feel, Lou?
Awful.
It's like jail in here.
They let me out twice per day.
This ward is one of the best in the country, Dad says.
I just wanna leave.
Where would you want to go?
Somewhere fun.
Hey.
When we were still kids, we'd,
always go to the theme park right by the wharf.
There was that game we played, with the,
big hammers, and the moles that'd pop out?
'Whack a mole'.
You loved swinging that hammer to smash the moles down flat.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam.
Until your arm went numb.
Maybe you're one of those moles.
And it kinda feels like life just keeps on smashing you.
But you always come back up.
You do.
Here. Take this.
Huh?
Come.
We're leaving.
Where'll we go?
I'll show you.
Look out!
Wow, you're doing great!
How do you do it?
Watch out, watch out!
-Almost! Can I try? -Yea.
'Kay.
Go!
Okay, Lou. Look, look, okay?
Yeah, yeah. Watch!
Look, Lou, I'm doing it!
Ah, check it out, watch!
Lou, I'm totally crushing it!
Lou, Lou, look! Wow, I'm doing great!
Oh, my God.
Come on, come on, come on!
Check it out, check it out! I won the bonus!
Lou, are you okay?
Hey!
Come on, here, let's go home.
Why am I hurting so much?
Hey.
It's been a lot for you to deal with.
And you really strained yourself.
Everything's going to be alright, you just need some time.
I've been hurting everyone.
Mom and Dad.
You.
Alex, Daan.
Margaux.
Everyone that I love
has been hurt by me.
People you love always get hurt the worst.
Why, though?
It's because you know they'll stay with you anyway.
A bottle of rosé,
-for the great friends here. -Yeah.
There you go.
Thanks, ciao.
-And then you can- -Careful.
Great, Jacques.
Is he drunk?
I heard that he has a bit of a problem, you see.
-Seriously? -What?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Jacques an alchoholic?
Yeah, but not only alcohol, whoops, uh, so.
You're kidding.
Is Jacques sniffing? Is Jacques sniffing?
-Nooo. -Fantastic.
He'll be with Louise in a psych ward soon.
Whoa!
No.
Hey.
-Then they can get a two-for-one discount. -Instead of talking shit,
you might go visit her, hmm?
Didn't think of that?
Huh?
Where the fuck were you while she was dying, huh?
Wait, that's right.
You were high as a kite, too, huh?
Margaux?
Good job, Margaux, nice.
Jesus.
Come on, okay?
We'll take her back to the hospital in the morning.
She's miserable in that ward, though.
Yeah, but she's safe there, Emilie.
Tell me, do you still trust her?
Do you really? Emilie?
It's hard to say.
But,
-why can't she stay here with us, instead? -No, Emilie, someone has
to watch her constantly.
I'm either at work, or I'm out somewhere with your dad-
Mhmm.
But I think we can arrange it.
We'll just have to alternate.
Yeah, and I'm here too, now.
I just don't know.
Hey.
The backyard, yea?
Okay.
Hey.
Hi.
I came to see you.
I, uh.
I've been wondering-
this has been on my mind for a long time, so,
I'm just gonna ask.
Let's say,
that you'd, uh,
taken your pills,
that you hadn't stopped.
Would you still have fallen in love with me?
It's just that I hadn't quite given in.
So-
You really did love me?
I still do.
What does that mean?
Did you see?
-Stick 'em up, now! -Oh!
Oh.
Hi.
Hey.
You're looking great.
What?
You are.
I spoke to Daan.
But you're the one I chose.
I can't lose you.
I want that, too.
Daan isn't trustworthy.
Your previous nanny,
for Olivia, Claudia?
She was Daan's aunt.
What?
Melissa's been tracking her for years, that's why she's been working for your
family.
But that's so fucked up, it's just-
Claudia ran away because she'd stolen from your family, right?
Yeah, hundreds of thousands of euros in jewellery from us.
Um.
Hey.
Sorry. Um.
I'd better head to the Lulu.
I'll be back.
Won't take long.
Fuck.
Please, please, please, please, please.
Fuck! , please, please, please, please.