All language subtitles for Nieuwe buren S02E07.1 Home is where the heart is.English

Then you're here by yourself, and I'm out.

Think of something.
- Like what?

Something. I want to see you,
talk to you, hear from you.

Hey, Sem.
- Hi.

Peter sends his regards.

Lex and I are
in the witness protection program.

Didn't you want me to build a life?

You can't just fill a gap in your resume
with lies, Lex.

You're a worthless mother.
- What?

A worthless mother.

Honey...

Jesus.

There.

Are the rules clear?

Return within three hours.
Zonnewijk is off-limits.

Well, this should be quite the party.

21 years old

Happy birthday to you.

That's my mother.

And that's Esther,
my friend from elementary school.

What a party.

Whenever there's a party,
the Bos family is there.

My dad would go along with anything.
My mom didn't, but Dad called the shots.

Here, that's my youngest brother.

Daan.

That's my daddy.

That's my big brother, Sjon.

Here. And that is Milo.

Milo Marcanter.

That's his real name.

Stef.
- What?

What? She's upstairs.
- You shouldn't smoke inside. It lingers.

You sound like Lex.

I will never forget it.

All those parties.

All the fun. I was so...

Darling...

You have no idea how badly I miss it.
How badly I miss that life.

Especially now that I talked about it.
I should have just forgotten about it.

No, this is good.

If you miss them so much,
why don't you just stop by?

Stop by?

Eva, you really have no idea
how intense this program we're in is.

If they find out that I contacted my family,
we're out, just like that. Zero protection.

If the people in Rotterdam find out
where we live, then...

We gave those guys up. Well, Lex did.
But so did I, of course.

I will check on her.
- No, just leave her.

Really.
- No, I don't mind.

She'll get used to us responding
to every little sound. Don't spoil her.

Stef, it's impossible to spoil
a baby in the first year.

The more attention, the better, so...

Are you telling me how to raise my children?

No. Of course not.

Sorry.

I'm still dizzy from those pills you gave me.

I can't understand how you take them
every night.

So, you haven't seen your mother at all?
No contact or anything?

Not even after your father died?

Not seeing or talking
to your only daughter...

No. Tell me about it.

You don't see your mother, either.

No. No, I don't.
But I don't miss my mother.

What?

What if we transformed you completely?
It's easy.

In an hour, you can get into your car,
drive there,

get a cup of coffee with your mom
and no one needs to know.

I'll take care of your children,
as if they were my own.

The Neighbors
Season 2

See you later.

Yes, good. Touch it. Yes, yes.

I did it. Sorry, Lil.
Sorry, you lose.

You have to tap as hard as you can.
- Right.

A good offense is the best defense.
Always.

What are your plans, actually?
- My plans?

Yes, your plans.

My plans. Well...
First, I'll have to find a job.

And then...

Lilly Hoogstraten.

Oh. Oh, hold on a minute, please.

Yes, sorry. I was distracted.

This is Carla de Wildt
from Private Asset Management.

I'm calling about the recent increase
in your balance.

I'm sure you'll be interested in coming
to talk to us about investments.

Have you thought about that?
- No... Yes, but... No, no.

No, I'm not interested.
- I'm sure we can offer you a good deal.

There are many ways to grow your assets.
- Grow?

It would grow noticeably each quarter.
- I'm not interested.

And you'd be doing me a big favor
if you'd take me off your list. Goodbye.

What was that about?
- Oh, nothing. It was...

about a... thingy...

A transition thing.

Getting back to your question...

My plans?

Of course, I'll have to find a place to live.

But if I'm going to be able to pay for that,
I need to find a job first, so...

So...

Are you asking me if you can spend
a few more nights sleeping on my sofa?

Of course not. I wouldn't dare.

But it would be... very nice.

Well...
- But I wouldn't get in your hair.

Okay.
- Really?

Maybe...

Well, I thought it would be handy
to have some cash,

because then I could take you out.
So, if I could... Well...

If I could borrow some money from you...
- Borrow? I see.

Well, if I had the money, it wouldn't be
a problem, but I don't have any...

No, no. Of course.
Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up.

Well...
- No, no. Really. Drop it. End of discussion.

No.

Of course.
- No, that's going too far.

Hello, this is Eva's voicemail.
Leave a message or send a text.

Have a nice day. Bye.

Eva, it's Peter.

Maybe it was a dumb idea
to meet up by Lieve's grave. Sorry.

I must talk to you.

I'm walking towards Zonnewijk.
I can't enter the town. Restraining order.

Come to where we always left
the neighborhood.

And if you can't make it, call me.
Please. This is urgent. And...

I miss you, more than I can say.

Why do you have clothes like this?
- I don't know. They were in the garage.

Surely you didn't teach in this, Eva.

Hey, and what did... What's his name?
- Peter?

Hey, you remember.
- Sure, his name.

What did he do?
- Something to do with music.

Maybe... you role-played
being the executive assistant for him.

Or an expensive hooker.

Sorry, Eva. I'm sorry.
You're confused enough as it is.

And I'm really not making it better. Sorry.
- What for?

Hey, you make me so happy.

Well...

Come on, get that hooker costume on.
- Okay.

Can I buy that bouquet?
- Sure. Eighteen euros, please.

Thank you.

Here he is.

Oh, shit.
- I know. Smile, though. Sal needs some fun.

Not someone who looks
like he's shitting his pants.

Hi, Sal.
- Hey.

Look at this. It's for you.
- Thank you.

They loosen it up a little longer each day.

We miss you.
- Yes, we do.

But business is going well.

We have four cars coming in
to be serviced tomorrow.

Did you have a chance to ask around?
- No. But I have one more day.

Hey, what I was wondering was:
when we get a new owner...

does he get us, along with the garage?
Or how does that work?

Help me. Yes...

That's good, I think.

Is that better?
- Yes.

Nothing's final, of course.
- Right.

And things could always turn out differently.

And if they do...

If Lex doesn't manage...

Then Jack will take over the company.
- What?

No, not Jack.
You've got to be kidding, Sal.

He's got money to invest.
- Blood money, you mean.

Sal, God...

Jesus, man.

Lex, what are you going to do?

Lex, Sal would prefer you, too.
You know that. He can't...

Whoa. Fuck, fuck.

Lex, calm down.
- That bastard is going to profit from this?

No way.
- Lex, I...

I won't stand for this.

Open the garage. I'm off.
- Why?

Shut up. Open the garage.
- Lex.

The coast is clear.

Okay?
- Okay.

Have fun. And don't worry.

I'll take care of the kids, the errands
and Lex.

Okay. You're an angel.

Okay.

Isn't it working?
- No.

Can you start the engine?

Nothing's happening.
- Nothing at all.

Should we call AAA?
- I don't have a membership.

I'll ask the neighbor.
You'll have to go by bike.

Lil...
- I'll go get the key to the bike lock.

You'd better watch out.
Do not hang up on me.

I... I'm here...
- Just call me back, you hear?

I... I'm at Lilly's.
I can't pick up any old time.

Have you talked to Sem?
- No.

I just got out. I'll call you back, okay?

God dammit.
- The gears are shot, but it still works.

What kind of job are you looking for?
- It doesn't matter. I'll take anything.

Anyway...

Go on then.
- Right.

Do your best.
- Yes, ma'am.

You know, you blew that car up yourself.

You couldn't keep your paws off that button.

Lex.

Oh, Lex.

No.

Leave Sal alone, got it?

If I see you and your pals at the garage,
I'll kill you. Got it?

We're like two peas in a pod.

There.

How shall we make Mommy really happy?

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Hi, Milo... It's been a while!

How are you? I'm coming back today to see
my mother and brothers. I miss you all.

Sjon.
- Yes?

Shit. Melissa, Jesus. What are you doing?
- I came alone. What did you think?

All I know is what you did to us.

And I thought you brought that jerk with you.
- No, of course not.

I'm not stupid.
- Sure.

Otherwise, I'd have strung Dicky up.
- Fine. Is Mom home?

Yes.
- Fuck off then. I came for her, not you.

She won't see you. You made her a widow.
- What do you mean by that?

Stop it. First, you blame Dicky
for his murder, now me.

Scram, Melissa. You're not welcome here.
- Knock it off.

Mom.
- Liss. Really?

Mom, it's you.
- My girl.

Good morning.
- Hi.

What can I do for you?
- I'd like to talk to Carla de Wildt.

Over financial investments.
- Sure. Would you like an appointment?

Or shall I see whether she has time now?
- Preferably the latter.

And do you prefer a CD, long-term
investment, Fair Trade investments...?

Are you thinking of obligations
or stock options?

Sir, the bank called me. So, you tell me.
- Have a seat.

Zonnewijk, Almere Township
Welcome!

Hello, this is Eva's voicemail.
Leave a message or send a text.

Have a nice day. Bye.

Dammit, Eva, just pick up.

I want to talk to you. It's important.
Call me.

Peter.
- Hi.

Doing alright?
- Yes, I'm great.

How are you?
- Fine, thanks.

But I'm in a bit of a hurry...
- I understand.

One quick question: Would you please give
this bouquet to Eva?

I can't enter Zonnewijk.
Restraining order.

If you could give Eva this bouquet and ask
her to call me, I'd be eternally grateful.

I'm not getting involved in this.

There's a reason for the restraining order.
- Of course. You're right.

But a restraining order is pretty standard.

But fine. I'm here. I didn't enter Zonnewijk.

I called Eva to ask if she'd come here,
but I've been waiting for an hour...

I have to talk to her.

Couldn't you go to the trouble
of passing these on?

Apparently, she doesn't want to talk to you.

Do you know if she's alright?

She still lives in our old house, right?
- Yes. She seems quite balanced.

Bye, Peter.

Bitch.

The Mamaroo. It mimics the motions
of parents comforting their baby.

It's got at least five unique movements:
riding in the car, kangaroo,

swing, rock and ocean.
- Fantastic.

But it's always best to be comforted by Mom.

What a cutie. Is she your first?
- No, my third.

The other two are at school.
- What fun, having such a little one.

With a Mamaroo, your hands are free.
It's great.

How old is she?
- Six months.

She's teething. It really bothers her.
Especially at night.

This seems ideal.
- She's teething early.

Yes, she is. My other two did, too.

You're quite the example. I wouldn't have
guessed you've had three children.

But... Surely you breastfed, too?
- Cool stuff, but I've got to go. So...

What a cutie. Cute as a button.

A little rascal, too, I bet.
- Yes.

She looks exactly like you.
The spitting image.

How did it come to this?
- I don't know, Mom.

All I know is that I never wanted
things to be this way.

Did Dad say anything else about me?
Before he died?

Yes. He said he missed you terribly.

He was so proud of you.
You were everything to him.

You know that.

Daan.
- What are you doing here?

Nice.
- Mom, why is she here?

Daan, behave yourself. Come on.
Give your sister a kiss.

Fuck off.

Dicky's testimony cost Dad his life.
I don't want to see her.

Now, now.
- Can't you do anything but copy Sjon?

Loser.
- Loser? Me?

I think you're the one who...
- Stop it.

The father of her children was
wrongfully imprisoned.

It's not so crazy
that she put her family first.

What should I have done?
Let Dicky rot in jail?

And who would have cared for the children?
You?

Just be glad that she wants to come home.

Come on.

Give her a kiss.

I won't say it again, Daan.

Well then.

Watch it, you. Well, welcome home, sis.

Eva van der Leek is in the photo
you sent me, of Sem on the playground.

Eva?
- Yes.

That's the bitch who ruined my life.

She's there, in the neighborhood.
Close to Sem. How can that be?

Calm down, Steef. Come on.
- I won't calm down. God dammit.

I practically live there. I'll look into it
for you. What does she look like?

I mean, she's in the photo, but I can't
check it while I'm talking to you.

Bring Sem here, Carl.
As soon as you can.

I said I'd keep an eye on Sem.
I'm not kidnapping him.

I just got out. I'm not going back to jail.
- "No" is not an option.

What's wrong?
- Nothing.

You know we can track
where you went, right?

So, you know that we know that you were
just outside of Zonnewijk.

So, maybe you also know that I know
that Eva's no longer in the hospital.

You should have told me.

And you didn't.

It's a wonder
that I didn't go into Zonnewijk.

But I'd have had a right to go,
since you consciously withheld

information from me.
Don't you agree?

Do you think you can pressure me, Peter?
- No.

No more than you can pressure me.

I didn't break any rules.

I had to find out what would happen to me
if I got close.

To see what would happen.

I sat there a while
and let the past wash over me.

And I found closure.

I'm done. Done with her...
Done with all of it.

I'm ready for a fresh start.

Anything else?
- No, not right now.

Oh, Peter.

You're a million miles away.
Do you have a minute? My car died.

That wash and wax... You can still tell.
It's good stuff.

It's worth the money.

Can you service it?
- That's always possible.

But maybe not with me.
- Oh?

No, Sal, the owner, is on disability.

We're getting a new investor,
but I don't get along with him.

Too bad.
- It sure is.

Why don't you invest yourself?
- The bank wouldn't back me.

It's weird, because business is booming.
Start the engine.

Go ahead.

Again.

You've got the magic touch.
- You need to come in for a starter.

Okay. How much does that cost?
- I'll cut you a deal.

Have a nice evening.

How much do you need?

What do you mean?
- An investor. What's the buy-in?

100,000 at least.

Imagine if I had that much...
Could I invest?

I think so, but why would you want to?
- You said business is booming.

So, it would be a good investment, right?
- Sure.

I'll give it some thought.

I'll definitely be back for that starter.
- Okay.

Well, bye, neighbor.

You have two new messages.

Eva, it's Peter. Maybe it was a dumb idea
to meet up at Lieve's grave. Sorry.

I must talk to you.
I'm walking towards Zonnewijk.

I can't enter. Restraining order.

But come to where we always left
the neighborhood.

I miss you.

Peter, sorry. I just heard your message.

Thanks for your kind words and for...

Where's my mom?
- Hey, Max. Hello.

Did you have a nice day?

Why do you always sigh when you see me?

Where is my mom?

She had to fill in at the tanning salon.
Then, I think she was going to barbecue

and go bowling.
Do you have any homework?

Max? Hey.

I know it's not always easy for you at home,
but I'm not the enemy.

On the contrary, I'm here to help you.

So, do you have any homework?

I already explained that.
- Honey, good news.

Hey, where's Steffi?

Didn't she call you? She had to fill in,
and then she had a girls' night out.

I thought I'd help out.

What happened?
- Oh, something snapped off.

Hey, son.
- Roos is sleeping.

And I have to cook,
whether it's for one person or three.

Want a beer?
- Yum.

Max, come here.

Our neighbor, Lilly just might be
our guardian angel.

Thank you.
- I'm not thirsty.

Still, say thank you.

Tell us all about it.
- Well...

She's thinking about investing in the garage.
I think she's serious.

Your dad might take over the garage, Maxy.
- Awesome. Fantastic. Congratulations.

Don't get too excited yet.

When is Mom coming home?
- How should I know?

But where is the bowling alley?
- Why do you care?

Is that haute cuisine?
It smells incredibly good.

Where are you going?
- To play soccer. It's not dark yet.

Dinner's in an hour, okay?

Unruly adolescent.
- I'm sure you were, too.

No, I was the best-behaved boy in the class.

Believe me.
I only turned bad after that.

Really. It's true. Yes, it is. It's true.

She got a tattoo. Look.

Oh, it's pretty.
- Wow.

Jesus.
- Does that hurt?

It did hurt.
- Melissa.

Look who's here.
- Hey, come here.

Hey.

Are you allowed to be here?
- I think so.

How was your leave?
- Educational.

Educational?
- Yes, as leave should be.

You didn't answer your phone.
- No, I didn't.

And my messages?
- I know. I'm sorry.

Okay.
- What? Okay what?

A while ago, I asked if Sjors would send
a letter to Eva. He wanted money.

Is that why you needed 200 euros?
Why didn't you say so?

Because it's not allowed.
Those are violations.

The letter?
- Yes.

It's just an innocent letter.
There's nothing special in it.

Sjors got mad, so he's threatening Eva.
- So, you lied to me.

No.
- Yes, you did. You're using me.

No. I see how you might think that.
Sjors has to get paid.

Sjors knows better.
- I can't tell Wolkers. I'm almost out.

Maybe you don't know any better.

I want my phone back.
- Why? This has nothing to do with us.

I'm in a fucking idiotic system
where I can't do what others can.

Namely, communicate. Find closure.
You know, live. Whatever.

It's supposed to make me better,
make me a normal person.

I don't trust you anymore. If someone
finds out that you have a phone, I'm dead.

Sweetheart...

I didn't lie to you.

Where are you living?
- We'd like to know.

How's Dicky?

Hello, it's called
the witness protection program, guys.

I can't tell you all that.
We'd be kicked out of the program.

Okay, hang on. Can you turn off the music?
I've got something to say.

I've missed you all, and I'm very happy
to see you all again now.

But I wanted to make a toast to...
to my father.

Because he's no longer with us,
and because...

because I wasn't there when he went.
And, well...

Dad?

I love you.
- Hear, hear.

That's that. Okay, you can turn
the music back on.

Melissa.

I just need a word with her.
- Watch out.

Melissa. Melissa.
- Calm down.

You can't drop by like this.
- Melissa.

Melissa.
- Bye, Mom.

Get out of here.

I don't know. I've been here since morning,
and I haven't seen Steffi.

I don't know anything
about a staff party.

But maybe they didn't invite me.

Okay.

Isabel baked three cakes,
each with six pieces.

How many pieces of cake does Isabel have?

Well?

Eighteen.
- Yes.

Very good. Very good. Here's another one.

Peter, sorry. I just heard your message.

Thanks for your kind words
and for the sweet letter.

What's so urgent? I'm happy to visit you
in the clinic. Is that possible?

Ma'am? Your groceries.

My dad. I'm being picked up.
- Picked up?

Steef, listen. Maybe it would be better...
- You're driving over here tonight.

This is Mrs. Bos.
- Hi, it's me.