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Jacques?
Shit, fuck!
Hey.
Good morning.
Who is Daan?
How come?
Reading my texts now?
No.
Hey, we're leaving at eleven, 'kay?
Jacques. Hey.
During walking meditation, all sorts of things will come into your mind and
distract you.
Thoughts. Feelings.
Physical sensations.
Impulses.
Memories.
I love you, Alex.
I love you, too.
Fuck you!
Fucking slut!
Eleonore.
Can I come in?
Yeah.
I haven't been honest.
I guessed that.
Patrick-
He's Claudia's murderer.
It's time to call the police.
That won't accomplish a lot.
It really won't.
But,
I know somebody,
capable,
of getting him to confess to it.
Who's that?
A friend of mine.
I can't undo what he did, Melissa.
But I hope you'll let me make it right.
You'll get your proof.
And that's a promise.
'Kay?
Hm.
I just need a little time.
FROM DAAN: JACQUES IS DEAD. YOUR FATHER WILL BE HAPPY.
Fuck.
TO LOUISE: SEE YOU AT THE PARTY LATER?
-Hey, Margaux. -Hi.
Buh-bye.
What was she doing here?
Just visiting.
Is that Daan's junk?
Isn't it pretty?
It's pretty derivative, is all.
How come Eleonore was here?
So she could vent a little.
Trouble with Patrick, now.
Yeah. She looks stressed.
Her best friend's banging Patrick, you know.
You better mind your business, you hear me?
And speak to me respectfully girl!
They'll be arriving around eleven o'clock, so I think we'll sit at the table around
one or so for a late lunch.
So we're having Angelique's family, our family-
-Mom, do you want to-? -and-
Oh, no, sweetie, you know I can't right now. Go play some games, Melissa will come
-soon. -Mhmm.
Um,
Christine, her daughter, and her friend, yeah, that's twelve place
settings.
-Yeah, that's perfect. -Okay.
Uh, what about Patrick?
What happened, man?
Can't you tell?
Shit, man.
'Shit'?
Just, 'shit'?
It's a pretty good turn of events for you.
What the fuck's that s'posed to mean?
Yesterday, your dad's here to visit,
threatens him, and now the club is yours, right, man?
Hey, calm down, 'kay?
Just calm down? Or what, are you gonna call your dad?
Hey, my father is not a murderer, got it?
Is that so?
Louise says different, alright?
You shouldn't believe every single word Louise says, yea?
Or d'you think she still wants you?
Jesus.
You know, you're an ass, yea? A real fuckboy.
It's not like you were invited here, so just go to your fucking camper.
You think you're a big shot, but you're just a little douche, aren't you?
Oh, yeah?
Look at you, though, huh?
You think you can just cross the border and act like a big baller?
And then
you got Louise in trouble?
-That's not true. -Oh, you know it is.
Yeah?
Until you came everything was great.
Even that woman Claudia was forgotten.
Whatever you know, tell me, now!
Fuck you, Daan!
It's time to go home again, man. Summer is over.
Alex?
Olivia.
-Hey. -Oh.
-Hello. -Whatcha doing?
Nothing.
Your mother's offering you some bubbly.
Champagne?
Yeah, but with a bit of vodka mixed, vochka.
Really?
No, of course not! Come on, let's go play.
Nice!
Yeah, looks good!
Good job.
Just bring the appetizers out, please, otherwise everybody'll load up with chips.
Yes! One more time.
-Ah, there they are! -Hello.
-Hello, darlings. -Hey.
-Welcome. -Twenty-five years.
-I'm not sure how I survived. -Yes! That's great!
-Is Jan not coming? -Ah, yeah, he should be
coming any second now, uh.
-Hello. -Hi, Eleonore.
Good to see you. Hi, Louise.
-Hi. -Mm.
Well, Emilie, tell me about how the wedding stuff is going?
Oh, it's postponed, uh, actually.
No way!
Yeah.
Yeah, I mean, with what's happened with Louise-
-Next year in the chalet in Verbier. Hm? -Oh, well, that'll be just
-gorgeous. With the snow, it's romantic. -Hm?
-Hm. -Great idea.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
No, no, water for you.
Is, uh, Alex here?
This morning he was, I just don't know where he might be now.
Hm.
-Ah, good, there he is. It's Jan. -Hm.
Hi.
-Is this all still a surprise? -Yes, he has no clue at all.
-Oh. -Hi, Eleonore.
Hey.
-Hello, welcome. -Hello.
So, I'm afraid Jacques is dead.
-No. -Who?
-The man from the surf club. -Thank you. Mm-hm.
-What happened? -Ah.
Oh.
-His heart. Yeah. -Nice. Great job. Yes, like that, Olivia.
Oh, goodness.
-That's just so terrible, yeah. -Oh, wait. Alex is there.
Yes!
Hi, honey.
-I'm so glad you made it here. -The one from the hospital?
-Yea, yea, with Patrick. -Of course.
Goodness.
What happened to you?
Hey.
Christ.
Go wash your face and get changed out of this, alright?
-Wait, no, that's too much. -What happened?
Hey.
Are you okay?
Hey, Alex.
You alright?
Fantastic.
Hola.
Hello.
Hey.
Fucking Alex. Fucking asshole.
Why waste your time in Knokke, dude?
Jacques is dead.
What?
I found him at the club.
He was threatened, by Alex's dad.
-Now, where are my fucking keys? -Daan.
Seems to be that,
the most respected folks are just fucking assholes.
And you didn't know that?
What a fucking world.
It isn't a world for us, that's for sure, huh?
Just take rich bitches for what they really are.
Daan.
You won't fit in their world.
Louise might have been fun for a while, but,
she won't understand you, believe me.
Daan. Hey.
Daan, let her waste her life with a fuckboy like Alex!
And let Alex be what he is, just a pathetic little rich boy who is so tired
of his own life that he destroys people for fun.
Hello, this is Louise's voicemail. Leave it after the-
Daan, listen.
-What are you doing? -Fuck.
-Hey, what can you try to accomplish here? -Look, they can't just keep getting away
scot-free, Patrick can't, and Alex can't.
Louise either?
What?
She broke your heart, Daan.
And I promise,
she doesn't give a shit.
She doesn't care about you, Daan.
And if she did?
Alex would do anything to stop her going to you.
No.
I need your moped.
I want to see her.
I know, that's what I was saying.
I agree, I just didn't hear you the first time.
-Ah, there they are. Hello. -Hi.
-Hello, honey. -Hey.
-Is Louise here? -Yeah, in the backyard.
Christine.
Eleonore.
-It's good you came. -Hm.
Patrick won't know what hit him, right?
-Hm? -Yeah.
-Come in. -Mm-hm.
That's really too bad.
About Jacques.
Mm.
-Thank you. -Yeah, um.
Let's go.
-Hey. -Oh!
-Hi. -Hey.
Some champagne?
-I'm only allowed to have water. -No, I'll wait for dinner.
-Yeah, rightly so. -What?
-Hello. -Well, I just got a message from Patrick's
driver, they'll be arriving any time now.
-Oh, great! -And what a surprise!
-Oh, how wonderful! Hey, how are you? -Exciting, huh?
-Cheers, all. -Cheers.
Yes.
Bonjour.
-Ah, bonjour. -How are you?
-Good. -Hey. Hi.
Toi, ça va? Toi, ça va?
-Hey, hi, Charles. Everything alright? -Hello, dear.
Yes.
What's Charles doing here?
I hate you a whole fucking lot.
Just how many ways can I say it? It's not happening.
Lower your voice.
I don't want a sad life like yours.
Eleonore, we won't need that extra place setting.
Emilie.
-Emilie? -Non, pas d'Emilie!
Emilie!
Excuse-moi.
Emilie.
Yeah.
It's alright, it's just wedding jitters.
Hm.
Cold feet.
I had it, too.
Oh, I was just shaking at our rehearsal.
Wasn't I?
It'll blow over.
Hm?
I was nervous, and just look at us now, right?
Alex?
You keep following me around like a dog, huh?
No.
Leave me alone for two seconds, then, please.
Your father will be coming soon.
Yeah.
A party for twenty-five years of misery with that ass.
D'you get it?
Don't act so childish.
-I- -Wait, I'm what?
Did you forget all about what I told you?
No.
Did you tell Daan already?
-No. -No?
-No. -You do know that if anybody learns
about this, I'm fucked over, Louise.
How so?
You thought I told the truth?
What?
Come on, you're such a fucking dumb bitch, huh, Louise?
Why are you acting so cruel?
I got tickets booked.
To Uruguay.
And you're coming.
-Hey. -Louise.
-Alex, that's crazy talk. -Louise, you're coming, 'kay?
-This is the first I've heard of this, I-! -Louise, you're coming too.
No!
-Stop, hey! -Come with me.
-No! -Yes!
You'd rather be with Daan.
Right?
Huh?
-Hey, I chose you. -Did you?
-Hey, fuck you, seriously. -Hey.
Hey.
-Fuck you, Louise. -Alex.
You're such a fucking filthy whore!
Alex.
-I'm nothing to you anymore, huh? -Alex.
Stop.
Now.
-I'm nothing to you now, huh? -Alex.
-Fuck you. -Let me go.
-Fuck you! -Stop it.
-Fuck you, Louise. -Let me go.
Get off of me.
-Fuck-! -Don't touch me!
You're as sick as your father!
I hate you.
You pathetic, fucking liar.
I don't know you anymore.
Never touch me again.
-I'll never see you again! -Lou!
-Surprise! -Surprise!
You had no idea, right, honey?
Aww!
Happy anniversary to you, happy anniversary to you, happy anniversary to
-you, happy anniversary to you! -Happy anniversary to you, happy
anniversary to you, happy anniversary to you, happy anniversary to you! Hip, hip!
-Hooray! -Hooray!
What the fuck are you doing?
Patrick!
Godammit!
You stay there!
Hey!
Stop it!
-We're so glad you all came. -Otherwise you'll have to ask me. It takes
-you less than forty minutes to get there. -Yeah.
-It was nice of you to invite us all. -The benefits of having a jet, am I
right? Or at least a friend who's got a jet.
-Yes. -You just say the word, okay?
Louise?
Where are you going?
I- I have to go.
I can't stay with Alex.
-What's going on? Why are you so upset? -I, I-
Did you take your pills this morning, Louise?
What?
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Louise!
No, this isn't about my pills, alright?
Your ideal son-in-law's a fucking animal, pills aren't gonna help with that.
-Hey, -Honey.
You, must,
stay medicated.
You know that the next step is hospitalization in the psychiatric ward.
Your listening skills need some work.
Do you want that?
Do you even know
how hard you can be on me?
On Emilie?
Daan, I have to leave.
Take me away.
Yes, I'm hard on you two.
It's because I tell you the truth.
Those pills give you stability, which you need right now.
And there's no stability with that guy.
D'you think it's real, Louise? Huh?
You don't know what's real.
Daan, please.
Louise.
Louise!
Your hair is so pretty.
Yours, too.
-Yes, fill these, please. -Mm-hm.
And now, I am going to make a man very happy.
Exactly, it's totally-
-Oh, right, yeah. -Look at this, huh?
Ah.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-Beautiful. -Your rosé.
-And there is another bottle. -Yeah.
I can do another tasting, because, uh-
There you go. There you go. Especially for you. And we have two
-bottles, so indulge. -Yeah, have some. Jan's rosé!
-I think I will, thanks. -And you, Patrick?
-Yeah, yeah. -You still like it, don't you?
We'll see, I guess. Better pour yourself a glass, then, Patrick.
-What the fuck? -Is that true? Really?
Of course it is.
Does anyone else want to try the rosé? I'm happy to pour it for you, you should
-try it. -It's great, Jan.
What's that?
Hm?
-What is that? -Yeah, it is.
-In your humble opinion, right? -What is that?
Where'd it come from? Everyone at the table's watching it.
-Yeah, okay. -Yeah, we bought all the
bottles from twenty-twenty-one.
-We did, that's true. -What now?
Yeah.
Yeah, we love it.
This wasn't our agreement!
What the hell are you doing?
You swore you'd delete it!
Count me out of your fake show, Eleonore!
You're a coward!
You're so hateful!
Honey, what just happened there?
You happened.
What'd I do?
Honey,
you have to tell me what's going on.
Here's to love.
-No, oh my God, what did you do? -What?
Does it matter? Hmm?
-Alex! -You know what a jerk he is, come on.
Excuse me?
A ruthless scumbag who spent his life getting rich at someone else's expense,
right?
Okay.
Playtime's over.
-Patrick- Just- -Jan, everyone, step out.
Your friends can't see this, huh?
Angelique, just put it away.
How we get knocked around by you? Yea?
Angelique, I mean it.
-No. -Just stay, please, I-
-We're leaving. -Come. Show 'em.
Wait, please stay seated, everyone. All the food will-
-No, I think we'd better get going. -Everybody, please just step out, now.
Please-
Come on, Margaux, we're leaving. Let's go, come on.
Look, Matti's taking off.
Olivia, why don't you play the piano for us, honey? Your Chopin, okay?
Don't find it interesting?
-I really want everyone to leave, now. -No, wait, I have all
-this food still, please- -We have to go, now, we can't stay.
Olivia, play the piano for us, honey, you practiced so much this week, didn't you?
-Your Chopin- -Please go, thank you.
Alexander,
what do you think you're doing? If you-
Olivia, honey, listen to your mom and play the piano!
No!
-You're a freak, Dad! -What?
-That's not- -Fuck you, I mean it!
-At least she says what she thinks. -Get out of my way, you bastard!
Olivia, wait!
-Leave me alone, no! -Olivia!
Olivia, come on, honey!
Olivia!
Daan.
Daan. Stop.
Olivia.
Olivia, come on, open up, honey.
Give that phone to Daddy!
Olivia, honey, give the phone to me, come on. Don't watch it.
Olivia.
Don't watch that video, honey, don't!
Honey!
-None of this is your business! -Listen, listen- stop
it, right now Patrick.
-It concerns me and my daughter, alright? -Hey, stop this now, alright?
Olivia!
Olivia, listen to me!
Hey.
You okay?
Shh.
Olivia.
-Olivia! -Hey, try thinking of her right now, 'kay?
Keep out of this.
Olivia!
Stop it, Patrick! Stop, you're scaring her, calm down. Think about her.
Honey, open up, please!
Just shut up! Olivia, honey, listen to Daddy-
I'm not going to shut up! No, I'm not leaving!
Move! Olivia!
-Don't, hey! -Hey, listen! Don't you say
another word, you're not in charge here!
Are you going to do it? Come on, do it. Kill me.
You killed Claudia, you bastard.
I what?
Stop! Stop!
Hey, hey, hey!
No!
It wasn't him, okay?
-Alex. -I- I won't. I won't, let go, I
-can't! I can't do this anymore, stop! -Shut up. Shut up, Alex!
Stop all this fucking lying!
It was my fault.
-What's going on? -You lied to me, you
told me it was Patrick!
-No, I didn't lie to you. -What?
Who is that?
I'm her sister!
-Go away! Go wait downstairs. -I'm her sister!
And you…
Alex!
You knew?
And now you're trying to blame me when it's your fucking fault!
But-
This is all because of you, you caused everything!
What?
Huh?
I hate you!
-I hate you! -Sorry.
Shut up, Patrick, just shut up! I hate you!
And you're trying to blame me?
-Stop! -I hate you!
-Will you please stop! -I hate you!
Everything!
-Literally everything is your fault! -No!
It's your fault!
Olivia! r fault!