Yeah?
-Hey. -Hello.
-Hi, sweetie pie. -Mom, hi.
-Hi! -Sis!
-You look fantastic. -Thank you.
We're so, so proud of you. I mean it.
-Oh, Dr. Maenhout. Hey. -Hello.
-Are you ready? -Yeah.
-Now, you know this is not goodbye. -No.
-Would it be okay if we hugged? -Yes. Come here.
-Aw. -Thanks a lot for everything.
Hm-mm.
-Okay. -Yeah.
We'll be on our way then, girls, shall we?
We have to make a quick stop. There's someone who'd like to see you.
-Ah, fun. -Mm-hmm.
Let's go!
Take it easy at first.
For sure. I'm just so glad we could bust her out of here.
Okay, Louise, you know what's most important now.
Don't get overstimulated too quickly.
Yeah. Well, I wonder how long that'll work out.
-Yeah… -Oh, sorry. Really, I am.
I'm aware that might have been hurtful, but I really didn't mean it like that.
Anyway, don't give up. Remember your goal.
-Mm-hmm. -To go on a big trip.
-Mmm… -But all in good time.
Yeah, in good time, honey. All right, come on.
-Thank you. -Um, you got everything?
-And thank you for everything, doctor. -You're welcome.
Good morning.
Hey. Come on, get up.
It's Knokke Rally. Let's go.
Mr. Photographer, those pics won't take themselves, huh? Catch.
Got you a shirt. And some pants.
You hear me? Hey.
Oh, yikes, bro. Where have you been?
Hey, you smell like you're fucking homeless. Go shower, okay?
Oh, and don't forget our agreement.
Hey, Daan, did you hear me?
Daan?
Remember?
Keep my mouth shut.
Good boy.
Hey, time for me to head downstairs.
I'll see ya.
Voilà. That looks very neat.
-Ooh… -Yep, yep, yep.
Melissa.
Already got him here, she says.
-Very good. -Right?
And you look great. You really do.
Oh, hey, where's the keys to the Aston?
-The Aston's sold. -What?
-I sold it. -You sold the Aston? How come?
Eleonore, we made a million and a half for that car. We had to do it.
Oh, like that's gonna change anything much, Patrick.
-Yeah… -What else are you gonna put up for sale?
It's bad enough that we have to rent this house.
Don't give me that sigh.
I can't believe this. You've always said that only poor people rent.
-So what, are we poor? -Stop it.
I already promised Olivia that we would take the Aston Martin today.
Take the Rolls.
Fine then. I guess I've got no choice.
-Yoohoo! Hi, Dad! -Oh, sweetheart.
-Oh, so good to see you. -You too, Dad.
You look so great, honey. Really. How you feeling?
Good.
I have, uh…
a little something for you.
-It's all yours. -What?
From now on, this beauty belongs… to you.
It's an old car for a brand-new girl.
-I'm not really new, though. -Yeah, no, I know that.
-But you get the point. -You mean it, Dad? Yeah?
What the fuck?
Yeah… Oh…
-What?! -It's your dream car, right?
-Since forever, yeah. -Insane.
Well, all ready to go for the Knokke Rally?
-Hang on, that's today? -Oh, my God. I'm so coming with you.
The rally? That wasn't really our intention here.
-Let's do this. -The car was your idea.
This one's cool, too.
I guess it is, sure. It's just not really my style.
Hey, honey. Are you scared?
Oh, sweetheart. Mommy gets scared all the time, you know.
I gotta warn you, it doesn't get any better when you grow up, unfortunately.
Did you ever have to go to a psychologist?
Yeah, actually, a long time ago.
-For PTSD? -Huh?
-Post-traumatic stress disorder. -No, postpartum depression.
Huh. My fault, then?
I got some good pills, and after a few weeks it was gone.
-Benzos? -Mm-hmm.
But only two per day, hun.
-All set? -Yep.
The car's cool.
It was a gift.
Great shirt.
Also a gift. From Alex.
Are you excited?
Here you go.
I'm sure you'll be back behind the wheel next year.
Yeah…
Okay?
Back behind the wheel…
Pop, listen. The Vandael Group's toast without you.
And I am not gonna be the one to take it from you.
I don't care what Bonmamie tries to say.
Bonmamie's word is law. I need to step aside.
And you will take the lead.
What's up with Daan? You got it under control?
Um, yeah.
-Yeah, of course. -Make sure you keep it that way.
And you?
Melissa?
I have it all under control.
Okay, go on.
This is so great.
Dude, I'm so excited for this!
Who do you think's already here?
You want some? Lou?
It's wild that this is really your car now.
-Okay, let's go. -Wait for me.
-What's wrong? -I don't feel so good.
It's kind of a lot, huh?
Come on. Just breathe.
One more time.
Look at me.
-It'll be all right. -Yeah.
Anything happens, we'll go home. I promise.
There he is.
Mademoiselle.
Hi, Alex.
I'm so happy you're back again.
Me too.
Patrick. Patrick? What are you doing? Hang on.
-Uh, I'll see you a bit later? -Yeah.
Dad, let me help you.
-Don't do that. -I was just trying to help.
-You make me look like an idiot. -Calm down. Now.
-It's okay. -Just…
Come on.
There. Come on.
Hey!
-Hi! -Louise!
-What's good? -Hey, love. How are you?
-Hello. -Hi, sweetie.
I didn't know you'd be here. Good to have you back.
-It was so fucking lame without you. -Hey, what? Stop.
Here you go.
-Will you look at this? That's my girl. -Juliette.
-Hey. -Oh, you two know each other?
-Uh, yeah. -Yeah. It's been a while for sure.
-How, uh… How are you? -Good.
Weren't you, like… I heard that you were out of town?
Uhm…
I've been getting treatment for my mental health.
-Right. That's right. Yeah. -Yep.
Oh, my God. You guys. Yesterday was so fun.
Seriously unbelievable.
-But I'm so hungover today, though. Ugh. -Totally.
And where did you go? I lost you.
Sorry, I wanted to be fresh to pick up Lou.
Hm.
Sorry, Lou. I didn't bring you anything to drink. Do you want something?
-Uhm, no, it's fine. I can grab it. -Oh, okay.
Anyway, thanks. I so needed this right now.
My God. Of course, girl…
Hi.
Hey.
They let me out.
Good for you.
-By the way, did you get my letters? -Yeah. Yeah.
I didn't read them.
-I said sorry. -So, the bare minimum.
Yeah.
I, uh, have to work. The Vandael family's order.
Uh, how's that?
I'm working as the help over there. Just like my mom.
Whole family on staff.
Our lives are totally under their control.
Aah. Hey, Daan. How's it going, bro? Hm?
Hey, Lou. Don't you think my guy looks super sexy as a Knokke boy? Hm?
Come on, let's go eat.
Fucking keep your mouth shut around her, you hear? Let's go.
-So how's your mother been doing? -Hm-mm.
Nuttier each day.
-She can't be stopped. -She's a tough lady.
Patrick, look at that. Look who just got here.
-Oh. Anton Vermeer is here. -Are you guys acquainted?
Yeah. He hasn't been in Knokke for quite some time.
How do you know him?
-He's heading over here. -I'm not in the mood for this.
Hello! Patrick Vandael.
Eleonore. Jan. Angelique.
-Anton. -Hi there.
-It's been so long, hasn't it? -Far too long.
-Hey. -Wow, you look fantastic.
-Oh, thank you. -Did you know they know each other?
Sure. This one's a total legend.
-Oh, stop it. -Best lawyer I ever had.
-Whatever. -No joke.
-Then you went and had a kid, huh? -Yep.
-You came back for a while. -She used to work.
-But then you had another one. A girl. -Yep. Hm-mm.
-Louise? -Yeah, our little Louise.
You used to work, Angelique?
Oh, please. Eleonore…
Hey, so how you been, kid?
You know who it is?
-Is he still not able to talk? -He can talk.
-We're not gonna sell. Forget about it. -Ah.
He does remember, thank God.
I thought he was broken.
I heard that your short-term memory had been impaired.
You don't respond to my emails, you don't answer your phone.
But that's great, everything's in working order.
-He is talking again, huh? -Hm-mm.
I expected nothing less. Only the good die young, huh?
Hm.
Listen, Patrick, I've been hearing some crazy stories about you.
People are talking all kinds of shit about you.
They're saying that you're a vegetable now?
I even heard that you were in a clinic wearing diapers.
Whoa, whoa.
Yeah, I mean it. Honestly, the craziest stories.
I mean, assholes. Really.
Ah, there he is, the vessel of your salvation.
Alexandre Vandael. Real estate's next wunderkind.
The new Patrick.
Anton Vermeer. I'm an old friend of your dad's.
Oh, hello. Hm.
Well, look at that, kid.
Your whole life you worked hard
and then one day your own kid stabs you in the back.
You might wanna reconsider. I'd like to offer you my hand.
Well, listen, kiddo, it was great to see you.
I have to go and prep for the rally. May the best man win.
Fucking asshole!
And now, heading off the Knokke Rally, one of today's biggest attractions…
participant duo number 12, father and son team, Patrick and Alex Vandael.
They'll be driving this magnificent Ferrari 33 GTC from 1966.
-Are you feeling excited, Alex? -You know it.
-All right, have a great time. -Thank you.
And next up is participant number 93, driving a lovely Chevrolet Corvette.
What was all that with the Vermeer guy?
He wants to buy the Vandael Group.
-And? Isn't that interesting? -Nah.
We're definitely not selling now.
What are they going to pay for it?
It's really none of your business.
Just worry about Daan.
Damn it, that's Vermeer. Pass him!
-What? -Pick up the pace, come on!
Get him! Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's how you do it!
Damn it, damn it, damn it. Come on, come on!
Damn it, Alex! Hurry, go faster! Come on!
Pick it up, kid! Come on, come on!
Go on, go on, give it some gas! Come on! Let's go! Come on! Come on!
Faster, faster, faster, faster!
-Yeah, apparently they got it on daily. -What the fuck? There's no way.
I swear.
Sorry, but it's kind of epic. Bonmamie living the life.
No, sorry, I don't wanna think about that.
-I even heard that he went down on her. -No, stop. My brain doesn't need that.
What the fuck?!
-And he took off with her money? -Yeah, I think so.
Alex said that he built a brothel in Bangkok, with lady boys.
It's just too good.
Ah… It kinda looks like things are tough for the Vandaels.
-How so? -Didn't you hear?
They're living in a rental house.
-Really? -Yeah, really.
But Alex is as indulgent as ever. Like, for real.
-Well, of course, it's Alex. -Classic Alex.
-Is it on the promenade? -Yeah.
Let's go, Knokke Rally! Whoo!
Way to go, son!
You asshole!
-Woohoo! Come on! -Come on!
Hey, watch out. They're catching up. Alex.
-Yeah. -They're closing in on us.
Don't let them get past you! Alex! Come on!
Go on, son.
Alex, what are you doing? Alex, what the hell are you doing?!
-They almost ran me off the road. -Man, would you… Oh my…
God, fuck… Damn it!
-Come on, here. -You don't have to do that.
-What? -It's fine, I got it.
Now you're just being a ridiculous asshole. Go on.
Hey, tiger.
-So, is your father pissed? -Uhm…
Yeah, but it's not a big deal.
Yeah. There can only be one winner, you know?
Okay…
-A rematch? Hm? -Yeah.
-Oh fuck. -What? What? What?
No, wait. Did you go to Geert?
-Uh, yeah. -Oh, great.
You had mentioned it to Eleonore, right? And I've been three times…
-Hello. -Oh, hey. Hello.
-How'd it go, Dad? -Good. Good, good, good.
-And you guys? -Good, yeah. We drove past lots of cars.
What, are you trying to crash?
-I'm craving oysters. Are they here yet? -Oh, they're coming.
I'll be back.
-Mom? -Yeah honey, I just saw that.
Come on. It's fine, come here.
-Hey. -Hey.
Wanna take a ride in the Alfa?
No, not especially, but…
Come on. Like before.
You can drive.
Come on.
-You find out about his new projects? -No more than everyone knows already.
-You guys don't talk business? -We haven't had a chance yet.
You'll have to get it done, Melissa.
And how about the sex?
-Huh, spill the tea. -I think he's satisfied.
-Satisfied, huh? Well, is he in love? -Have you seen my new car?
Oh, good. That's good to hear.
Don't worry, it's all going to plan. It's just a matter of time.
Well, that's the thing. The entire problem is that we don't have time.
We need a new project immediately or we'll end up bankrupt.
So get on with it.
We'll keep an eye on your son for you…
There, he's coming. We'll be in touch.
Ah, look who's here. Your new beau. How cute.
-Hi, Anton. -Eleonor.
-So nice of you to say hi. -Hey, that's who we are.
You know Patrick. He struggles to keep his work and private life separate.
-That's always been the case. -Not for us.
-Right, hon? We're pros. -Yeah.
Well, look at that. Really happy for you, Melissa.
Treat her right, my friend. She's a warrior.
Well, all right, I'll leave you lovebirds to it.
We don't want the boss annoyed with us.
She's all right, huh?
You can trust her as far as you can throw her.
Really?
Okay. Well, then we'll destroy them both.
Daan?
What's with you and the Vandaels?
I live with them.
You're living there?
Slow down. It's 30 here.
How come?
I have to right now.
What? And your mom? Weren't you at the RV park?
Let it go.
Daan, you can talk to me. It's all right.
Daan?
Are you okay?
Hey, just talk to me, please. I feel like you're not…
Daan? Daan!
Daan, stop!
What the fuck?!
Daan! Daan! k?!