HIGH TIDES
-Daan? -Hey, man.
Hey. Thomas.
-Pleasure, dude. -Pleasure.
-Want something to drink? -Uh… coffee?
-One coffee, please. -Thank you.
-So I'm glad you can come here. -Yeah, thanks.
Hmm. I don't have a crystal ball, but, um…
…he's clearly getting more and more signals
from his brain to his muscles, so…
Mm-hmm.
Anyhow…
pretty exceptional.
And it's really great news.
You hear that, Patrick?
Good news, he said.
Yeah, okay.
Ready?
You got it.
Look at that. He's doing it.
No, I, I can't…
-You okay? -I'm good.
All right.
Who would have thought?
A few months earlier.
I did.
Hey, do you, uh, remember those shirts he'd wear?
Yeah. Yeah, it was such product too, man.
And he would wear it open just enough to see his tat.
-Yep, protect me from what I want. -Yeah, Jesus.
Really ugly.
Yeah.
Your father was a good man.
Mm-hmm.
When he was sober and things were going well.
Things were definitely not made easy for him.
Yeah, especially with one family here.
The Vandaels, right?
Yeah.
They pushed him to his death.
But…
They won't see it that way.
The beach club was his everything.
For those guys, it's just a business. A transaction.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, but their currency ended up being the life of my father.
Justice doesn't exist here.
That depends.
Mama. Mama, hey, I don't know…
Ah, Marie-Ange and Albert, what a surprise!
-What's wrong? -Where is Jan?
Uh, at the hospital, an emergency situation--
My son is extremely disappointed and angry.
What? Is something wrong with Emilie?
Emilie? Emilie is a fucking whore.
Oh.
And a whore will never be welcome in our family.
She's fooling around with that…
What's his name again, that guy?
The Big Bad Wolf.
Oh, you can't be serious.
Well, I guess it's true, then. And new money doesn't change anything.
In the end, you're all just bums.
-You're the one who's a bum! -Shut up!
-Oh, you… -We're finished here. Let's go.
You'll be hearing from our lawyers.
What's up with Emilie?
Louise, I don't wanna deal with another stupid scandal in this family.
Well, too bad not everything is about what you want, okay?
Seriously, dude?
-Is that seriously all you're gonna carry? -You have any clue how heavy this is?
Come on, take this one, too. Let's go.
Come on.
Thanks for the coffee. I understand what my father saw in you. You're a good guy.
-Thanks. Let's meet again soon, okay? -Yes, let's.
Yes. And don't let those guys push you around, okay?
No, no. I'll be cool.
-Daan. -Lex.
Do you know Thomas?
How's that your concern?
-Well, the guy's fucking my grandma, so… -What?
-That guy's messed up, seriously. -Alex, come on. You take this one.
Margaux, just carry it.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
A surprise for Louise.
And you don't think I should be there?
Why?
Well, I don't know. Because she's my girlfriend, dude?
Cool.
Loser.
Lex!
Seriously, dude.
Idiot, jerk.
-I'm gonna see your mother. -Huh?
At her gallery.
To work.
-Good luck. -Lex, I'm not carrying ten more of these.
Holy fuck.
Wow.
Pretty great, huh?
Christine, it's…
I don't even know what to say. It's…
It's magnificent, Daan. This here is what talent looks like.
It's so amazing.
Hmm.
Come on. You earned it.
Thanks a lot. Really, thank you so much. I…
I really just…
I honestly can't believe it.
Thank me when the cash starts rolling in your account,
and in mine.
Ooh.
Oh, watch out with that.
-Oh, Daan. -Hmm?
What do you think? Some more pictures here?
Aluminum? Canvas?
Or like, um, like this, tightly stretched against the wall?
Hmm.
I think what you have here is great.
-Yeah. -No more is needed.
He has found a female. But so has the other.
To win her, they must fight.
Male beetles often use their horns or mandibles
as weapons during these encounters, trying to overpower their rival.
The strongest and most dominant male usually wins. Securing the right to mate.
Your vocal cords are working again. That's great.
Everyone is so happy for you.
And I feel like a real conversation is overdue.
Right?
After the battle, the successful male mates with the female,
who will lay her eggs in a safe, hidden spot.
No.
These fights play a critical role in beetle reproduction
and ensure the healthiest males pass on their genes.
These battles not only ensure that the strongest…
The cards have been reshuffled, Patrick.
But a person warned…
is armed as well.
-In ecosystems where… -No.
…decomposers or pollinators,
such selective mating helps to preserve the overall health of the environment.
You know you better pay attention now or you could lose it all.
By passing on their superior traits,
these dominant males contribute to the survival and adaptation of the species
in changing environments.
And they shall be wedded under the system of universal community.
All current and future possessions
and any other assets belong to you and your partner together.
Mm-hmm.
Okay. If you could both sign this contract here,
then, as the registrar of the civil registry of Knokke-Heist,
I declare that Mr. Thomas Peeters and Mrs. Jacqueline Vandael
are now joined in holy matrimony as man and wife.
Honey bunny.
Bravo!
-We should go celebrate. -Definitely.
Yeah, how typical, she's late. What a shocker.
Margaux, we agreed we'd be cool. All right?
Mmm.
These are great olives. Hmm?
Self-curated.
6.30 PM ZWIN? WEAR YOUR LACE. I MEAN SOMETHING NICE.
ARE YOU COMING???
-Is Daan gonna be here? -Why would he be?
I don't know.
How cute is this?
-Hey. Daan. -Looks who's here.
-Ah. Hi. -Hey.
Nice fit, dude.
Thanks.
-Matti. -Yeah, man?
-What're you doing? -Come on.
-Ooh. -Hey, come on.
Not waiting for the guest of honor?
-Hey, I'm thirsty, Alex. -Come on.
Hey, I saw your installation.
Yeah, kind of sweet, huh?
Yeah, they're beautiful. Great work.
-Daan? -Yeah, thanks.
Still hadn't decided whether I wanted it all,
you know, matted with a canvas or just on paper.
Mm-hmm.
And?
In the end, we went with a mix of both.
-Right on. -Some were gorgeous…
I'll be right back.
They didn't need anything else.
-They're enough on their own. -Right, they don't.
You have to tell me where she is.
You already know what happened with your sister, right?
Yeah.
But not where your father put her after that event.
He's not gonna tell you.
He won't?
I have every right to find out.
But who determines that right?
Who determines that right?
Yeah.
You should probably go to law school.
What would the location matter?
Huh?
The location of her body.
Because I, um…
Because I get the chance to properly say goodbye.
She's probably at some construction site.
But we have, like, 70 of those every year.
Alex, what the fuck?
-Can you stop being a stalker? -Hold on.
-Shh. Shh. -What?
Close your eyes. Okay?
Alex, I really don't wanna do this.
Shush. Come on. Try to have fun.
You're a lot prettier when you smile, you know that?
Okay. One sec.
Okay. Just trust me, okay?
Okay. Easy. Watch out there.
Okay, now turn to the left here. Turn a little.
And be careful going downhill.
Shh.
-Here, a little step there. You okay? -Yeah.
-It'll all be all right. -Sure.
Okay, watch your step right there.
Just a little bit more. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
-You good? -Yeah.
-You ready? -Yeah.
Surprise!
What?
Boozy brunch at the Zwin, huh?
What for?
Uh, because everyone here needs to apologize to you. That's why.
Victor, wanna kick it off?
-Alex, stop it. -Hmm?
Stop.
Okay. Here, have a seat. Come on.
Oh, boy.
-Hey. -All right. Hmm.
Louise is here.
-Can we start finally? -Yeah.
I'm just missing one thing.
-Can I get a refill first? -Yeah.
There you go, sir.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
-What are we toasting to? -Louise?
To Zwin.
-Keep it coming. -A little too cold.
-Okay. Well… -Yeah.
-Cheers guys. -Yeah.
-Yeah. Yeah. -Cheers!
-Cheers, cheers. -Look into her eyes, Daan.
-Oh. -Yeah.
Cheers to you, sweetie.
Mm.
It's a good one.
He'll know after his third glass, right?
Don't start puking again.
No, I'm not gonna throw up tonight, I swear.
-Hallelujah. -You say that with certainty?
-Hi, Mum. -Emilie.
So…
I received a visit from Albert and Marie-Ange this morning.
Yeah.
Well?
Well, that's all you've got, really?
You have nothing else to say?
Just like your father, hoping it goes away on its own.
I told you guys again and again.
I didn't want any of this, and I definitely don't want it now.
You still have him over here?
Yeah.
Are you kidding me?
And he'll be staying here.
Hello, ma'am, I'm…
Jean-Jacques.
Angelique.
Nice to meet you.
You as well.
So what now?
A divorce? Less than two months after your wedding?
Really?
Huh?
Sorry, Mama.
You're very lucky.
And just be grateful that we set up your prenup so well.
Because we're not getting pushed around by that uppity bitch Marie-Ange.
Tell your mom to sell as many of those photos as possible.
What? Not a chance. I mean, those pictures are really great.
-Thank you. -No kidding.
It's fun for me to see.
And all of you are invited, of course, because you're all in the pictures.
-Me too? -Mm-hm.
Wait, what pictures?
Uh, a bunch from Emily's wedding and some random ones from this summer.
Mmm.
My mom has some from her cell phone.
Ask her to send them over to the gallery?
Come on.
No, I think you did a really great job with it, Daan.
There's an aspect of your work that kind of just makes you think.
Like about how we act and who we are, right?
Yeah… What, uh… What can I say?
A picture's worth 1,000 words, right?
-Exactly. -Well, hey.
This guy started speaking, huh?
Uh… Sorry, sorry, Lou.
Have you seen his photos, Louise?
Yeah.
Well done.
Thank you.
Well then,
looks like Daan turned into a real Knokke boy, right?
Nice fresh shirt, photography for sale. Pretty soon you'll be rich, huh?
Yeah, then I can act like a douche bag too. Right, Alex?
Hmm.
-Yeah. -Good times.
Hey, be useful, huh?
-You want? -Just one, okay?
Want Daddy to pour some more?
Where did you sleep last night?
Or you bought a house in Knokke?
No. No, not yet.
Maybe someday.
Sure.
The gallery looks sick as hell.
It's more than I could have ever hoped for.
You can pull it off?
What?
You can do it, the Knokke Boy thing?
It's not really me. Hmm?
Maybe I should go see Christine.
Hmm.
I could ask her if she'll add some of my artwork.
Uh, yeah.
Yeah. You could.
But I kind of think it's a little late now.
Uh, the exhibit is only photography and…
-my work is all black and white. -Yeah.
I'm just not sure how your work fits in with my…
Hmm.
My nonsense paint splatters?
I didn't say that.
You didn't say anything.
I'm gonna get a hammer tonight.
Mmm.
So when should we tell your family?
I was thinking maybe we could throw a really big party.
Uh, with that one band we saw, remember in Saint-Tropez?
-Oh, yeah. -The music played by them.
You can wear a red satin gown, and I'll wear a nice suit all black.
Hmm.
Oh, sweetheart. No, I'm too old for any huge parties.
Mon chérie, you underestimate yourself, really.
Hmm.
I'll make sure Eleonore and the kids hear all about it.
And Patrick?
Patrick?
Tomorrow I'll explain it to him myself.
In person.
Would you like me to be with you?
If you'd like to be there.
Anything for you, mon chérie.
My sweet honey bunny.
Love you, honey.
Ah! Here she is! Louise-kins!
Ahh! Louise!
Uh-oh. Matti filled his glass to the brim.
See how long you can keep it up, Matti.
Well, he's already drunk, so not long, I guess.
You heard from Anouk?
No. She doesn't answer my messages.
Ooh.
Only one way to make this thing fun.
-Ooh! -Oh, la la!
Based on your faces, I got catching up to do.
Don't wanna catch up to Matti, though. He's beyond wasted.
Dude, he does not look good.
Ooh.
-Oh, you guys. -Three, two, one! There you go.
-Ooh. -Jesus, Matti, get yourself together.
Can't you be normal just one time?
-Gross. -Yeah, gross, dude.
Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy there, ma'am, all right?
Don't call me ma'am, all right?
Because it's madame.
Madame. Madame? Madame.
Let them eat cake, dear madame.
-Oh, come on, dude. This is disgusting. -Get space in here.
-Oh, gross. -Hey.
Whoa, whoa.
Who here would like a delicious vodka soda?
Ah, I do! I do!
I do!
Wait, no, there is only red, I want the pink one.
Alex, red? No, no pink, only red.
There you go. And…
Hey, no, don't do that. He's gonna puke again.
My turn.
Your breath smells.
-No, my turn. -No, bro, you smell whatever.
-Take it back. -Put some of this.
Hey, hey. Come on!
Do you have any clue at all where Claudia's body's gone?
Sorry.
Champagne, please!
Thanks.
Let's party!
MARRIAGE CONTRACT BETWEEN:
SPOUSE 1 NAME: PEETERS - FIRST NAMES: THOMAS
AND SPOUSE 2: NAME: VANDAEL - FIRST NAMES: JACQUELINE
Oh, my God.
MARRIAGE IS ENTERED INTO IN GENERAL COMMUNITY OF PROPERTY,
UNLESS OTHERWISE AGREED TO BY BOTH SPOUSES
I miss you.
Let's drink up.
Cheers, Madame. You guys want some vino?
Pass the bottle.
Thomas?
Thomas!
Thomas! Oh!
Thomas!
Oh!