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What happened last night?

At the Crazy Lulu?

Didn't you think it was really awkward?

No! Everyone was having a great time.

Didn't you think it was weird?

I thought it was... I thought it was incredibly hot.

-We shouldn't have taken those pills. -It was mega epic!

No, Louise, it's not epic, it's fucking stupid.

You didn't seem to mind yesterday.

Where did you get them?

Daan, you took the pill voluntarily, don't try to blame someone else.

Where, Louise?

Anouk.

ALEX - TODAY - 10:11 AM AWAKE YET?

YES

-INCREDIBLE, DIDN'T YOU THINK SO? -YES, YES

IT WAS SO HOT TO SEE YOU AGAIN

TO FEEL YOU TO BE ABLE TO TOUCH YOU

DAAN THOUGHT IT WAS AWKWARD

FUCK DAAN

I MISSED YOU

YOU WERE WEARING THE STRING THAT I GAVE YOU

FROM: LOUISE IT'S JUST COMFORTABLE

FROM: ALEX SURE... YOU ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS A LACE

YOU COULDN'T TAKE IT OFF FAST ENOUGH

FIRST I PUSH IT A LITTLE BIT ASIDE AND THEN...

TOO MUCH?

NO, TELL ME

PFFF LOU I THOUGHT IT WAS REALLY HOT

ME TOO

I WANT YOU SO BADLY WITH ME NOW

WHAT WOULD YOU DO TO ME?

OH, LOU, WHAT WOULDN'T I DO TO YOU FIRST I'D LICK YOU

YOU'RE GOOD AT THAT...

THEN I'D THROW YOU ON THE BED

JOHN: ARE YOU COMING TO THE CONSTRUCTION SITE?

Come on.

THEN I'D FUCK YOU SO HARD UNTIL YOU COME REALLY HARD

JOHN: ARE YOU COMING TO THE SITE?

AND THEN?

Oh, fuck. Wait.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

THEN I'LL FUCK YOU SO HARD UNTIL YOU COME REALLY HARD

Come on, dude.

CALLING ALEX VANDAEL MOBILE

HIGH TIDES

It's good to have you back.

I'm glad, really.

You too?

Oh, my God. Patrick.

Did you smile?

Do it again.

Your facial muscles are working again.

Patrick, you're getting better. That's amazing.

Come on.

Try to hurry up.

I want you to get better.

Do you hear me? You have to get better.

I can't do this anymore.

It's not going well here, you know.

I need you. Olivia is terrified of you. She doesn't know what to do.

And thank you for throwing me under the bus with your mother.

As a result, we all got kicked out of the Vandael Group. All of us.

Alex doesn't get any money until he has proven himself on that construction site.

You know how stubborn he is, and so is your mother.

The worst part... You know what she wants to do? She wants to marry that young guy.

If she doesn't arrange it well, Thomas will end up taking all the money.

I know, I have tried to stop her, but she doesn't listen.

Who?

Thomas. Her nurse.

Oh, Olivia.

Calm down.

Olivia.

-Calm down. -Dad can talk.

I know. Don't be scared, okay?

Yes, I do. When he gets better, he is going to punish me so hard.

Olivia.

Dad loves you.

-Why? I hate him. -That's not true.

You said it yourself.

You're not me. Okay?

Come here.

Take a deep breath. Okay?

Are you okay?

Hey.

Why did grandma give me 18 million euro?

Tax advantage.

So we'll have to pay less inheritance taxes.

Why does she care? She'll be dead.

You know how she is.

Grandma is a pharaoh.

Pharaohs are immortal.

Really?

No, of course not. But she thinks she is.

Hey. Come here.

My babies.

She wants to marry that young guy.

If she doesn't arrange it well, Thomas will end up taking all the money.

-Who? -Thomas. Her nurse.

What?

Anouk, you have to stop with those fucking drugs.

Fuck off, Daan.

-Did you sell the tennis balls to Louise? -Yes. Does it matter?

Where they any good?

"Does it matter?" She could have overdosed again.

So what? Every customer can overdose.

Next time I'll print a warning on the bag.

-You're playing with people's lives. -And what does she do?

Anouk, you have to stop with those fucking drugs!

Are you okay?

Hey. Hi, Mom.

Hey!

Nice.

You think?

Yes. It's beautiful.

Your grandfather liked to paint, too. But it was... different.

-Landscapes? -Yes.

And will you paint the walls white again or do I have to call a painter?

Ehm, sorry.

Tell me... Daan...

-What? -Is he living here now?

-You invited him. -Yes.

Well, there are plenty of beds.

That's for sure. Your dad didn't come home last night.

Was he with Paul?

No. Not with Paul.

Hey. Mom!

Watch out, Louise. Oh, come on, my blouse from Natan.

So where is Dad?

With someone else.

So... Grandma was right.

-All men are assholes. -Yeah.

Grandma was also mad as a hatter.

I am going golfing, okay? You're doing great.

Alexander. What are you doing here?

Is it true? Does he have access to all our money?

"He"? Aha. His name is Thomas. And that's how you will call him.

And no, he doesn't manage your money. Because right now, you don't own anything.

-How is work? -I quit.

-Did you? -Because it's ridiculous, grandma.

I'm an entrepreneur. It runs through my veins.

I started a very successful business during the summer.

-Yeah, until the cops showed up. -And whose fault was that?

I've been constantly fighting against my own family, my own father.

Against a liar.

Against a selfish bastard who has ruined his own family.

And yet, nothing has ever happened to you. Right? You always get out unscathed.

Okay.

It ends here.

Chéri, make him leave.

You'll be welcome again, Alexander, when you have learned to apologize.

-Don't... touch me. Okay? -That's enough!

One reaps as one has sown.

Mozzarella.

Are you really afraid that she'll overdose again?

Yes, of course.

Everything is so fucking complicated.

But trying to control everything around her doesn't help either.

Is that Alex?

He'll need something.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to buy something, I'm having a bad day.

-I'll text you where and when. -Did you come here to tell me that?

What the hell? Come in.

Yo.

You're both having a drug comedown.

You're not wearing your ring?

My medication makes my whole body swell. Except for my fingers.

It fell off, it's...

Ma chérie, when should we get married?

-If you still want to, of course. -Yes. Of course.

Are you in a hurry?

No. Little bunny.

Shall I put it in the safe?

What?

Your ring. Before you lose it.

It's on my nightstand.

-She's acting out. -Yeah.

That's kind of the whole idea of her disease.

How can you laugh about such a thing?

She's clearly having a manic episode.

She has too much energy,

willpower,

she overestimates herself.

And she only wants sex.

I didn't notice.

Anger issues.

Fortunately not. That would be too much.

My mother had a bipolar disorder.

-How did she deal with it? -She shot herself in the head.

Okay.

I'm going to get her. Are you coming with me?

Anouk.

Thanks.

Victor.

Victor who?

Victor.

You don't mean Victor from Louise's friends, right?

Are you serious?

Come on! Never a dull moment, right?

-Does Paul know? -No.

You're not going to leave Paul for that kid?

No, no, it's... I don't know.

-Does Louise know? -No, I don't mean to tell her yet.

Ah, "yet"... Not yet. So do you have a time frame in mind?

Angelique, love doesn't come with a business plan.

-What's wrong? -What's wrong? What's wrong with you?

Seriously!

Stop it!

Stop it!

I'm so done with you, Jan.

I'm done with Emilie, I'm done with Louise!

Can't anybody act fucking normal for once?

Damn it, he could be your son!

Go away! Go fuck your lover boy!

Fuck you!

What? A trio? Did Daan and Alex...?

-I don't know. Maybe double penetration. -Probably.

Really? Does it even fit?

That has to be so awkward.

It's about time she made her choice, finally.

-And where were you? -Ah, look who's here!

-At least I'm getting some action. -Nice.

What the fuck, Louise, calm down!

-Fucking asshole! -Calm down! What the fuck?

-Are you okay? -Calm down! Calm down.

-Crazy bitch! -We all need to calm down.

-How pathetic can you be? -Seriously? I'm pathetic?

Margaux fucks Alex. Alex beats up his best friend.

-You have a threesome with Alex en Daan. -So?

-So we're all fucked up! -What happened?

-He lets my dad fuck him. -Yikes!

-Fuck off, I mean it. -Louise, maybe you should...

Don't tell me what to do. I can think for myself.

-Leave me alone. -Louise.

Seriously, dude?

-Keep your head up. You'll need ice. -Look at all the blood.

-You'll need ice. -Ice.

-Yes, ice. What was that about? -I don't know. She's crazy.

And a napkin!

Fucking hysterical bitch.

-Does it hurt? -Yes, it hurts!

Are you checking up on me?

Maybe I should just ask you for real.

Sorry.

I...

I sorry.

-I love when movies end well. -Yeah?

-I don't. -No?

Come on. "And they lived happily ever after."

Happily?

-You don't like the movie? -No, I watch it for you.

Thank you.

Am I disturbing you?

-Charles. -Yes, Charles.

-It's not what you think. -No?

I'll let you watch the movie.

-Wait, let me explain. -No, go ahead. I am going to make tea.

-No, wait. -Popcorn.

I'm going to make popcorn. Popcorn for everyone.

Charles, let me explain...

Excuse me, Miss, we're looking for a girl who does gay bashing.

-Fuck you, Alex. -Come on. Lou, get in.

-Alex, go away, I don't need you. -Are you going to walk home?

Stop it. Get in.

Okay. Where do you want to go?

Hey... Are you okay?

You're not, are you?

Hey.

Hey.

-I'm so fucking sick of this. -Sick of what?

Of everything.

I hate myself.

Lou, please.

So many people love you.

They do. Lou.

-Lou, look at me. -No.

So much.

-That's not true. -They do.

Daan doesn't understand me.

I've been a terrible, terrible friend to Margaux, for years.

My family only thinks about themselves.

-And everyone I thought was my friend... -They're still your friends. Okay?

They are.

Hey.

-I can no longer do this. -What?

I don't want to live like this.

-That's not true, Lou. -I can no longer do this.

Lou, that's not true.

Lou, don't say that. Look at me. Lou, look at me.

I know.

I know it's not easy.

But you're going to find a way to...

to deal with it.

Whether that is with me or...

...without me...

I'll always be there for you, okay?

Always.

You come and you go alone.

So you better learn to love yourself.

-Did you come up with that yourself? -No.

It's written on a sign in my mom's toilet.

Sorry.

Lou. Sorry.

Hey, come here.

Everything will be alright.

Okay. Did you bring your brass knuckles?

So that we can beat up Victor some more?

Fucking hell.

I'll take you home, okay?

Eleonore doesn't trust you.

-I understand. -Me neither.

Melissa, look, I have to marry her.

-And I was your bachelor party? -No.

If you do that, you can't go back.

You'll be rich, but you will be hers forever.

It's not about the money.

Then what is it about?

You know how it feels to lose someone, right?

The feeling you're left behind with.

The pain, the powerlessness.

Patrick Vandael took everything from my father.

Now I have to make it right.

I'll make sure he knows how it feels to lose everything.

And this time, it will be more than just a beach bar.

Jacques was your father?