One does not achieve wealth by dreaming, but by planning.
Because if you don't make a plan for your own life,
you'll be used in the plans of another.
What makes us immortal is not the memories of who we were,
but rather our legacy.
We plan generations ahead, but sometimes one has to be skipped.
It was a lifelong reign of tyranny.
After his fall, everything got worse.
Control. All of the time.
Zero trust.
The children suffered because of it.
And I did too.
There's a lot of pressure to perform, yeah, but that's normal to me.
It's normal for a big company's leader to have a lot of responsibility.
It was like love and money were the same to him.
We've never known any differently.
HIGH TIDES
Knokke, oh Knokke You make my breath catch
When I behold your beauty
You are a lady A true advertisement
No seaside resort is like you
You're in a good mood today.
-Today's the day, my love. -Yeah? It's happening?
-We're gonna take everything from them. -Did Alex come around?
Yeah, he did. And I almost feel bad.
Kid was completely destroyed by his father and his grandma.
Melissa, you have no fucking idea how much of a bitch that fossil is.
She wrapped my father around her finger, crushed his heart,
and eventually threw him away like he was junk.
Pouring a drink.
No. I can pour one after to celebrate.
I wanna look straight into that woman's eyes when she signs it.
Why aren't you coming?
I can't. I want to, but I have to go over to meet Daan.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'll miss you.
But I'm flying us tonight on that beautiful Vandael jet to the Seychelles.
Because that'll be mine too.
Okay, time for me to freshen up, so I look good for the press.
Knokke, oh Knokke You make my breath catch
Because you are my number one
Okay, uhm, if I'm going on a trip, I'd take with me, uh…
Louise, my mom, my pills, uhm…
ChatGPT, Emilie, Jean-Jacques, the baby, and, uhm…
Paul.
I mean, he's basically like family at this point.
Well, how about we finish up with you, Louise?
Uhm, I'm gonna take with me Louise, my mom, my pills, ChatGPT,
-Jean-Jacques, Emilie, the baby… -The baby.
…Paul, and…
and my will to keep living.
Oh.
Hm-mm. No, no, I'm not… I won't cry. No, no, my mascara is about to run.
I still have a board meeting today.
-And you don't feel like it's too soon? -No, absolutely not. No.
Louise has made really good progress. She's ready for it.
And you've been consistent.
I really feel that with the combination of the new medication
and then your desire to keep living, as you said,
that you found a very good balance.
Now it's just a matter of keeping that up,
and implementing these things as a fixed routine in your life.
Then could you please write a prescription for a year's worth?
How come?
I don't… I just don't trust the pharmacists over there.
You have to make sure you get your medication from here.
-No, sorry, I have an opinion as well. -I'll see what I can do.
Well, this is super exciting. I'm doing it.
Oh, look at her. I can't believe she's all grown now.
And I'm so glad that, uhm, you're all good now, yeah?
-And that you haven't changed. -Me too.
-She's doing great. -Yeah.
-Where are you visiting first? -Uh, Nepal.
-Yeah. Cool, right? -Oh. Sorry, I…
-It's okay, you can cry. -No, no, no.
Come here.
Hm…
When one generation makes mistakes,
the appropriate action must be taken.
The legacy must be protected.
The family bloodline has to be purified.
WHERE ARE YOU?
And to achieve that, sacrifices must be made.
It's just one more conversation.
Is that really what you believe?
Ms. Visser?
So after all the time that we suspected Patrick,
you are now telling me she was the one behind everything?
That woman is just crazy.
Her whole life revolves around Patrick.
Everything he asked for, everything he did, was sacred.
And after his fall, it was like that even more.
And I lived there. As Olivia's nanny.
She drove her crazy too.
Those children have been scarred for life by her tyranny.
Good afternoon.
If there is one regret I have in my life, it's trusting her.
Hi.
Just when you think she's run out of moves to make,
she always comes up with another plan.
She's always one step ahead.
Sorry.
Patrick might seem like the brains behind it all,
but it's really her who's pulling the strings.
-You okay? -Yeah.
I'm here.
Thank you.
Mr. Paroti?
I assume your story will be the same as your mother's, huh?
Sorry, everyone, really. I swear, I'm never late.
Oh, but they're not here yet?
Nope. Vermeer is late.
-What are you doing here? -Just here for Alex.
I asked her. I wanted her to be here.
Yeah, of course you did. Hi, Maurice.
I'll give him a call to ask if he's on his way yet.
You do that, Angelique. You do that.
I know that you don't like it here. You don't wanna be in Knokke.
I just don't fit in.
You really wanted to belong out here, am I right, son?
By now I know that there's nothing to be gained at the top.
Not…
honor, not… not even justice.
No friendships.
I think it's about time that you and I have a conversation about the Vandaels.
Hello, everybody.
So, I see that everyone is here. Cozy.
-Angelique. -Hi.
-Alex. -Anton.
Eleonore.
Louise.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to be here. It's a big day for you.
Okay, sure.
Now, let's get started, huh? You've waited long enough.
I assume everyone has read through the contracts?
The due diligence is over, and I have to say,
my God, what a huge mess you've all made.
Shall we quickly go through it together? Just run through the, uh, greatest hits?
-Angelique, the paperwork. -Yes, I have all of it.
I see that Olivia will be reading along. How fun.
How are you? All good?
I've told you before, I'm on your side.
You can tell the truth to me.
You have to tell the truth.
Otherwise justice can't be served.
That's what you want, right?
And at the bottom of the page, there's a line for you to sign and date.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. How about we wait till Bonmamie gets here, hm?
She's not coming.
Not coming?
No, but it's not necessary for her to come. I have the mandates.
No, it's important that she's here for this.
How come?
Well, because I wanna look that woman in the eyes when I sign.
Well, you can't now.
She's sick.
-Yeah, I know she is. Sick in her head. -She has lung cancer.
Oh. Is it serious?
Yeah, terminal.
Well, that is unfortunate news. How sad for the family.
It's quite alright. She had a wonderful life.
Oh, Eleonore. She's not dead yet.
-Can we just finish this up? -Yeah.
-Yeah. Maurice, is the money in escrow? -Yes. Yes, of course.
Hm, very good. Alex?
Well…
She's out of her mind.
She has everyone under her thumb.
Me and my mother too.
After the disappearance of my Aunt Claudia,
my mother did her own investigation.
Your mother had convinced herself that Patrick Vandael was the man behind it.
Yeah, but she realized that wasn't the case.
So then, how did you find out that her suspicions were wrong?
I've been living with them for the past few months.
You hear things.
Patrick really seems like an enormous shithead from the outside world,
but when he's at home, he's just…
a sweet man, very caring.
Patrick Vandael?
It's the truth. He really helped us.
There's not many negative things I could say about him.
At his funeral that wasn't the case though.
Yeah.
Well, I'm sure that when he was head of the business, he hurt people.
And I don't doubt that either.
But I assure you, the person you've been looking for the whole time is her.
-Well, then… To your bank accounts. -Hm.
Cheers.
-Angelique. -Anton.
Cheers.
Now you can buy that little car of yours back. I heard you had to sell it.
Yeah, uh…
It was pretty hard.
I, uh, bought it myself when I was 16. I thought it was a good investment.
Those gas guzzlers aren't allowed anywhere anymore anyway, so…
Yeah, that's true.
Yeah, I… I managed to get about 213,000 euros for it though.
-That true? -Yeah.
That was a good investment for you. You should be a car salesman.
That's, uh… It's funny you mention that. That was always, uh, a dream of mine.
Really? Well, yeah.
Then I thought that I could invest in something better, maybe even…
a new dream. A fresh start.
So… Yeah.
Uhm…
I bought, uh, a little acreage.
On the golf course.
-What is this? -Oh, that?
That's the… That's the bill of sale for my land. Yeah.
Anton, I had no idea.
No, no, no, Angelique, I, uhm, I simply outbid you for it.
So, they of course made the deal official and signed it this morning.
Oh, you're kidding. How did you do that?
My father got involved.
-Tell me where you got the envelope. -Ah.
Juliette.
Oh.
Thank you.
God fucking damn it!
Hey, Anton, please. That's not very professional of you.
Right?
You bought the Vandael Group now, huh?
And, uhm, Belgian Property is a new developing endeavor
that's proving to be hot on your trail.
We've already scraped together some startup capital
for us to begin that project at the golf course.
You and me, hm?
I thought we were done with that fucker.
-But you're just like your father. -More like Bonmamie, but, Anton…
sit down for a minute.
I wanna look you in the eyes while we all raise a toast to my grandma.
To, uh…
Bonmamie.
To Bonmamie.
Cheers.
Well done.
Family businesses typically consist of three generations.
The acquirers, the inheritors, and the destroyers.
Under the concrete. Do you know at which site?
-I guess only she knows. -Thank you.
For telling the truth.
You can go now.
It's time to break the cycle.
And to leave it up to the new generation.
And to do that, sacrifices must be made.
What's going to happen now?
We're going to pay a visit to Grandma Vandael.
It was a lifelong reign of tyranny.
After his fall, everything got worse.
Control. All of the time.
That woman is just crazy. Her whole life revolves around Patrick.
She has everyone under her thumb. Me and my mother too.
But I assure you, the person you've been looking for the whole time is her.
Jacqueline Vandael.
POLICE
Are you, uh, ready?
In Knokke, the former construction sites of the Vandael Group,
since the acquisition by the Vermeer family's Dutch Property firm,
are now being opened up one by one for thorough inspections.
God fucking damn it.
The detectives hope to find forensic material at multiple locations
that could possibly shed new light
on an increasingly complex case within the real estate world.
The reason for this drastic operation
is the escalating crisis surrounding heiress Jacqueline Vandael.
A few weeks ago, she ended her life by undergoing a euthanasia procedure.
The Justice Department has since confirmed
that she was officially suspected of involvement in at least two murders.
More specifically, the death of her lover, Thomas,
and of the alleged mistress of her daughter-in-law, Eleonore Vandael.
-Come on, this way. -I'll do the check-in.
-Oh, are you sure? -Yeah.
Uhm, well… Okay.
Uh… Then this is it, I guess.
Yeah.
Can you promise that you won't become one of those hippies with elephant pants?
Just dreadlocks in my hair.
-That'd suit you well. -Idiot.
-Promise you'll send a photo every day. -Every day, yeah.
I'm serious though, Louisa. That's 365 photos, I'll be counting them.
Okay.
And if anything goes wrong, or…
you feel lonely, or anything's wrong, whatever,
you'll call, alright? Even at night.
Okay.
Unless you happen to meet, I don't know, like a hot surfer boy or something.
-Then it's fine. -Will you stop?
I'm so proud of you.
Really.
You know the world is yours, yeah?
I think so too.
I wouldn't have been the same person if you and I had never met.
I think that we both would have been completely different people if not.
-Yeah. -And we're good.
We're good.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-Take care of yourself, okay? -Yeah.
-Promise? -Of course.
-And you will too? -Yeah.
Here.
Yeah.
I'll miss you so much, Lou.
You too.
Oh, my God.
-I'm gonna go. -Yeah.
Okay, come on.
Here. Oh, oh, oh.
Where the hell is that bag going with that girl, huh? Come on.
Bye. the hell is that bag going with that girl, huh? Come on.