HIGH TIDES
Lou…
-I really love that. -You don't…
Yeah, girl.
Hello, passengers, and welcome aboard this Falcon 900 aircraft
with final destination Verbier.
Here we go.
Hi. Hello, everybody. I just spoke now with the pilot,
about the rest of our trip and he told me we have one hour left.
Come on!
He also told me the snow is impeccable
and there's champagne waiting for us. So it's going to be amazing.
I just wanted to say, Alex, actually the whole Vandael Group,
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for this fantastic trip.
-Alex, cheers to you. -Buddy.
-To you. -Cheers to you.
Cheers.
Take a picture for Victor.
How come?
He wasn't able to come with us. It's kind of sad.
Yeah, okay.
-What? Why are you acting so weird? -Who's acting weird?
-You are. -No, no. I'll take the photograph.
-Okay. Come. Cheers. -Cheers!
-Woohoo! -Yeah.
Here you go.
Okay guys, I also wanted to quickly say something.
If you don't mind. I'm pretty sure we all know by now
that Matti occasionally enjoys skiing. Yeah?
Hey, careful now. That's dangerous, little boy.
No, but of course we can't blame him for that.
The burning sun, the fresh snow, the crisp mountain air,
and don't forget all of those rich fuckers
who are snorting their coke with red wine and don't know the difference
-between hookers and gold diggers. -Hear, hear.
But also, just to be serious for a second,
I think my father's pretty sick of me, to be honest.
Yeah. Yeah.
I'm not joking, Matti.
Uh, no. Sorry.
It's too easy. Always works. He falls for it every time.
-Such a coward. -No, I knew, come on.
There's only one person that we should be thanking
and he's over in 3-C.
-Yeah. -Daan.
My dad was so fed up with you that he gave us four days in his chalet.
Thanks, man.
Daan, where would we be without you, huh?
-Yeah? Dany? -Whoa!
-Whoa, now. Dany boy is thirsty. -Okay, Daan.
Okay, before all our glasses are empty, let's say cheers, huh?
-Cheers! -To Verbier.
-Hey! -Come on!
Mm.
Woohoo!
-Whoo! -Whoo!
Whee!
Woo-hoo!
Ah! It's so cold!
-Thanks for sharing. -You're welcome.
Ugh. What the fuck is that?
Strong liquor. It's good.
You can have the rest.
-Wait a sec. -What?
I'm so glad you came into my life.
I was just thinking that.
Ah!
Whoo!
-How are we doing? -Rockin'.
You're so fast. Give the rest of us a chance!
-Okay, skis on. -Front first, right?
-Front, yeah. Okay, click it in. -Okay.
-Push until it clicks. There we go. -Okay, I'm in.
Okay, show me your stance. Bend your…
-Hey! See you at lunch, guys! -See ya!
Okay, deeper bend. Yep. Yeah, don't hunch over too much.
Dude, what?
-How is it going over here? -It's going fine.
Sure? Looks like Daan might need some more guidance.
-You go ahead, we're coming. -Alright. Later.
Alright, pizza. Start parallel, then slow down with pizza.
Go for it. Good, good, good. Pizza. Good pizza, don't cross.
It’s not enough pizza, right? I feel like it's gonna… Hey, hey! I can't slow down!
-Hey! -More pizza!
-Help me! -More pizza, Daan! More pizza!
Louise!
Beyond unacceptable.
You're telling me at the end of the fiscal year,
we posted a loss of 200 million?
Come on, Jacqueline, obviously that's not accurate.
We've acquired a considerable amount of real estate this year.
Save it. And 1.8 billion in debt to the bank.
-Hmm? -Nothing we can't overcome.
Is that so? The consultant seems to have a different opinion.
There are major doubts regarding the future of the group
and its ability to continue even keeping the office's lights on.
-Come on, Mom… -No.
Oh, God.
-No way. Patrick? -Jesus.
Speak of the devil, right? We were just talking about you.
-Ah. -What?
Nothing but good things, I assume?
It was a very nuanced conversation.
-Mm. -Right, hon?
Yeah, it was.
Do you mind if we join you?
Uh, ladies. Could we get three more chairs here, please?
Three?
Well, yeah. We're expecting one more.
Well, how nice.
What are we eating? A few croquettes?
It's normal you're weren't any good the first time.
Anyone need sunscreen?
That was a pretty productive first day of skiing for Daan, wasn't it?
-It was. -If you don't like cheese fondue,
-you can always order a pizza. -Aw, cut it out.
No, you have to think positive.
-You'll get the hang of it. -Poor thing.
-Fuck skiing. -You just have to get used to it.
Like riding a bike for the first time. You'll never forget once you learn.
Mm. Guys, I've already…
-I put in an order for three bottles. -Amazing.
-Lovely. -Um… I'm good without.
-Lou, you're not drinking? -No, I'm okay.
We're not going back to the slopes again today so drink with us.
I'm good, Juliette.
-I think I'll skip it. -What are you talking about?
-It's okay. -What?
We'll see how long you last with that. Sir, you can pour one for her too.
-Uh, uh. -Don't worry.
What?
Why is the price of wine through the roof?
-Delicious. -It's not bad.
-Is this Saint-Emilion? -Yeah.
-Saint-Emilion. -Oh, buh, buh, buh, français, la-la-la.
-Do you even know anything about wine? -Yeah.
I know a lot about wine. It's important.
But why though?
'Cause life's too short to drink bad wine, no?
Hear, hear.
Cheers to that.
Where did you get that outfit, Daan? Hmm? Juliette's dad?
-He's such an asshole. -Who is?
-My father. -Yeah, well, mine is too.
-Mine's worse than yours. -No, mine is definitely worse.
I promise mine is.
-Oh. Are we really arguing… -Oh, God.
-…over whose dad is more of an asshole? -Yeah.
Aw… Okay, you win.
My mom is the dumbest idiot to ever walk the face of the earth.
-Okay, wow. -That's a little intense.
What's wow?
Your parents can still be shitheads, even without a trust fund.
Touché.
I'm actually glad I ran into you here. You don't reply to my emails.
I think my number is probably blocked in your phone. You don't answer.
It's a shame.
You can speak with him.
But I won't.
Everything concerning the Vandael Group will no longer be going through Patrick.
-No? -No.
He's still recovering and his health won't allow it yet.
Oh. How unfortunate, Patrick.
From now on you'll be dealing with me. Like in the, uh… good old days.
-Those were the days. Right, Jacqueline? -Mm-hmm.
If you're going to be as vindictive as your father,
then we'll have everything sorted out in no time.
You were the death of him.
Weak heart.
A broken heart.
So then tell me if I'm wrong.
If you kick the bucket, then I'll have to set my sights on Alexander the Great.
Your sweet baby boy. Or am I wrong?
I wouldn't underestimate him. He's quite a bit more qualified than you think, Anton.
Ooh…
And always lends a helping hand to whoever needs it.
Isn't that right, Melissa?
That means he probably won't bite mine, then. Good news for me.
Cheers.
Angelique? What is she doing here?
Good afternoon.
Speaking of dogs, this woman here is my new pit bull. She won't let go.
-Take a seat. -Thank you.
Angelique called yesterday about wanting to work for me.
And I happen to have a lot of work for her.
-Do you want a drink, sweetie? -Yeah. I'll have a glass.
One more glass over here.
Eventually, we all end up turning into our parents.
Mm. I never will.
No? Never?
Okay, ouch.
But they've never talked about their feelings.
They stockpile a fuckton of trauma and they never deal with it.
Your body remembers all that stuff
and if you don't process it, then it gets inherited by the next generation.
-Us. -Oy…
That must mean that everyone has trauma.
I believe that, yeah.
I really think everyone has something they need to process, big or small.
And you don't think everybody's too soft nowadays?
In what sense?
I just think a lot of young people are eager to call everything trauma.
Everybody gets a participation trophy and it feels like the same cycle then invents
more and more problems than there ever actually are.
There have never been as many problems with mental health as there are now.
Yeah. And tell me where those problems are coming from.
It starts with parents and teachers who aren't allowed to be strict anymore
with rules, because, "Oh no, I might cause trauma."
They give attention to every little thing.
And then those problems just grow and grow and cause more and more issues
-like a snowball effect. -Hmm.
And besides that, we also don't teach young people
how to keep their emotions under control anymore.
I mean, we just label it and then we forget about it.
I agree that it has to be dealt with, but you can't just suppress it.
I think suppressing emotions is normal, Louise.
Okay, so then what does that look like?
I think that what happiness really is
is accepting that there are ups and downs in everybody's life,
and there's a balance. You have to accept that.
There are bad moments and there are good ones. There's no escaping that.
So enduring certain emotions, or ignoring them for all I care, whatever,
is really important.
And I believe that you can learn that stuff,
but everyone now just gets pumped full of pills.
Juliette.
-What? -Hey…
Yeah, but it's the truth.
Those pills saved my life.
I get you believe that.
And those pills actually do work to some extent. I don't deny they do something.
But training your mind, training your emotions…
Well, that can also save your life.
It's always a combo. That's not what I said.
Before I even tried one pill I attempted a thousand different things.
But don't you think that aside from medication,
we have all the tools we'd ever need to make ourselves normal?
Like, especially us.
We have everything at our disposal. We can go travelling.
We can go find ourselves in Nepal.
We can have voodoo sessions in Hawaii. Ayahuasca.
But we don't do it, because for any tiny little disease you get prescribed a pill.
Yeah, and the pharma industry also has good marketing.
Exactly.
So you think mental health problems are a disease?
-Yeah. A mental disease. -That's enough, Juliette.
What?
Could we please keep the conversation civil here?
Maybe we should talk about something else.
Please.
Uh, the girls here are beautiful.
-Now, that is a great subject. -Great job, Daan. Very good.
It took years for me to get diagnosed.
Hey, everyone's got an opinion, no?
Yeah.
Okay, then we agree to disagree.
And nowadays everybody has to be queer too.
What kind of bullshit are you even saying?
I'm right, though.
You have to be something, or it's like you don't belong.
Gay, lesbo, what else is there?
Just being straight these days can get you cancelled.
-Shut the fuck up, Matti. -What? It's true.
It's nice you started talking about something else, Matti.
Mm.
Delicious.
You're really enjoying this, aren't you?
Yeah, I am. It's quite delicious.
So is it all going smoothly?
That whole thing with the golf course? The development?
Fabulous. That's pretty important to you, no?
Isn't there something you're forgetting, though?
You still don't own all the plots yet. So you won't be able to develop. Oh, no.
The deals and the paperwork are as good as done.
Mm.
Our deal, you mean.
Angelique?
Well, the final plot of land has, um…
Well, Jan and I have acquired that plot.
Pardon?
Yes, so that actually means that, um…
That now your project could get stalled. For a really long time.
-Yeah, something like that. -Oh, you're such a traitor.
How did you pull off that stunt?
The owner is a patient of Jan's. He helped him out a couple of times, so…
Jan? That son of a bitch!
How did you know about that plot?
That lovely boy of yours.
Excuse you?
Juliette.
Yeah, isn't love beautiful?
-Goddammit! -Idiot.
What our parents have accomplished is phenomenal, isn't it?
We should be proud of that, right?
Sure, but I don't know if I'd do it the same way.
Yeah, because you're scared to.
-No, I'm not. -Yeah. You're scared you won't succeed,
even though you'll do it way better than your father.
-That wouldn't be so difficult, would it? -Do you mind just chilling out?
No, like, I just mean you always said that you wanted to be nothing like him.
All of a sudden he's like man of the year.
Come on, I never even said that.
He should be able to give credit to his father.
I mean, look at what that man has accomplished.
We wouldn't be here without him, and the chalet, the jet, all of that…
-We should be grateful for Patrick. -Long live Patrick!
Yeah. And, like, even from me, Patrick can get it.
I'd like to see that.
That doesn't suddenly make everything justified, though.
Like, why are you being so weird about his dad?
Just because everyone has an opinion, sweetheart.
-Ooh! -Whoa!
Hey, hey, hey, Lou, Lou. Grab a glass of wine, calm down a bit, and smile a little.
-I can get behind that. -Yeah.
Money doesn't make up for everything bad they did to us. Am I wrong?
-Look, our champagne socialist. -Yeah.
Like seriously, you're here with us, aren't you?
What's a champagne specialist?
Specialist!
-Champagne socialist. -Yeah.
-Daan, it means they're leftist rats. -Who like to drink champagne.
-Am I one? -No, you can't be, you're too poor.
What's wrong with you? Can't you act fucking normal?
Lou, you sound just like your mother.
-Yeah, she does. -Right, guys?
Yeah, and everybody knows we turn into our parents one day, so… you will too.
-You too. Absolutely. -There we go.
-And now we've come full circle. -Exactly.
Uh… I wanted to say something to all of you.
Do you guys even realize how fucking good you have it?
You go on the most beautiful trips, drink the most expensive wines.
And obviously, you're the best group of friends out there. Aren't you?
Because you're always open and honest about everything.
You never lie to each other.
You're always there for each other, right? In every situation, no matter what.
It's such a blessing to be part of such a strong group of friends.
Honestly, I've never in my life experienced something like this before.
You guys are genuinely all fantastic, every single one of you.
So, I thank you for that. Huh?
Cheers. To you all.
Nah.
-Okay, who wants Xmas? -Yeah!
Lou, after you. Have some.
Whoo!
Enjoy.
Xmas for us!
Backstabber!
What type of monster does that to her family?
Your father would be rolling over in his grave.
You're as mentally unstable as your daughter.
You're one to talk, aren't you?
As if your daughter is the most normal girl out there.
-Shut up! Right now! -You're crazy.
Shut your mouth!
-Sorry? Excuse you? -I said, shut it!
Shut it? No, I don't intend to.
Now you're going listen to me for a goddamn minute, Madame Vandael.
You've always treated us as inferior, like we're nothing!
From the beginning. Like we're shit. But we are not shit, Madame Vandael.
We're not staff that you can snap your finger and do whatever you want with.
Because under your whole fancy masquerade, Madame Vandael…
-Yeah. -…you're nothing more than just a mean,
old, worn-out witch.
That's enough. Come on, let's get out of here! Mom!
By the way, everyone in Knokke knows about that young man going down on you.
And everyone in Knokke… Yeah, you can all look.
All of Knokke knows about how he took everything you had,
all of your money, so that now you're just a worthless broke piece of shit!
-Eleonore! -Enough! Enough!
-Jacqueline? -Mom?
Jacqueline, it's okay. Shh…
-Mom… -I'll call Jan.
Stop. You're not calling anyone, Judas.
-Mom. -Shh… Shh…
Come on.
Can somebody please help us?
It's okay, Mom.
No, no, no!
Hey! No! Hello!
Yeah, baby! Yeah!
I'm listening. I'm listening…
Come on! ning. I'm listening…