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...to activate those meridians,

everyone has those,
and it just runs like that,

along your spine,

along your vertebrae
it just runs up here.

And then they can just puncture
them with those needles.

I don't know if you're insured,

but in any case, you need
to have additional insurance.

Well, I don't have
that either, of course.

Yeah, with Joy Pilet again. I've
already called a hundred times today.

I'm not getting through to anyone.

So could you call me back
as soon as possible on this number?

Loser.

This is Joy Pilet. I'm trying a
hundred times to call the direct number.

And I'm not getting anything.
I just want to know if there's an answer.

Yeah.

Yeah, what do I care
whether it's me or not?

Yeah, but I don't necessarily
need to know what the answer is.

You can at least check
if it's there.

No, I don't need... I'm not calling you
at all, screw you with your shitty rules.

Come on, Joy.
I have an appointment soon. Hurry up.

If you want to talk to me, you need to
make an appointment. You know that.

- I'm here, aren't I?
- You're not even a client anymore.

Then I don't need to make
an appointment with you.

What do you actually want?

You know what I want, so just give it.

- That's not possible.
- I'm not leaving until you give it to me.

You have no idea
what you're getting into.

Keep the fuck out of it.
Just give it to me.

- This address...
- Yes, it's taking ages.

This is the very first address
we have of your mother, so...

I'll get it, mom.

Who was that?

No one.

Has he left yet?

I already told you it's over. I texted
you long ago, so don't act so dumb.

On the one day we have to go
to the fucking park,

and then he doesn't show up.

Idiot. Is he scared or something?

Oh yeah, and he's going to look for
a job, that's fun too. I'm alone all day.

You'll see it will be a really fun job
and then he'll meet another girl there.

And he'll leave me.

All alone... so.

- But what time does it start?
- Well, and...

- How would I know? Now.
- Right now?

Yes. That's now, isn't it?

- Come on, shall we go?
- No.

- Are we going together, the two of us?
- Yes.

I'll talk to John-John
if you come along now.

Just for a little while.

Wait up.
You're walking a bit fast.

- What?
- You're just walking fast. Way too fast.

- Fuck you, man. Retard.
- It's a crosswalk, fool.

Help your partner up, under the armpit.

Ladies, breathe in,
hold your breath. Exhale well.

And hold it.
Push. Hold on, hold on.

Are you going to practice this
with your partner?

- Yes.
- Yes?

Try to help her so you can
pass on the instructions. Okay.

- Who says it's his?
- Let's go again.

Hold arms under the armpits.

You can't stop in between. Yes?
You do have to cooperate, of course.

- Arms underneath. Okay, hold on...
- I'm just going to have a caesarean.

- Yeah, you'll have a scar.
- Yeah, what does that matter?

With the knees.
Knees, keep them wide.

I want to give birth squatting,
then it comes out faster.

Yeah, that's possible.
Just grab a chair.

Help your baby. You hold her
with the hand under the armpit.

Great.
We'll practice one more time.

- I don't know, you know.
- ...go through other positions.

I'm going to pee. Can you help?

Connect with your baby.
Help your baby.

I swear, I read it recently. If you
hang like this, it comes out faster.

If you lie down,
then the head slips back in again.

Not for me, you know.
You'll tear all the way.

So...
Do you want to?

You shouldn't smoke so much weed.
Bad for your baby.

I think it's fine, come here.

Here, here.

Bizarre, huh?

How cool is this?

Come on, let's go.

- Don't you like that?
- No.

Just look for another one.
Oh, Dora on the floor.

"She smiled at me,
the madness of a woman,

me, insignificance,
ignorance of the universe,

the woman and the wine
travel and flow through my veins

in silence and slowly
in a laughing night.

We are like two jesters

on a worn-out bed
with blurry glances,

like two reflecting mirrors
of the past

like two crying torn souls

whimpering, whimpering and whimpering."

- So many people.
- Yeah, right?

We have started.
They are getting married.

- Okay, mom first. Yes?
- Yes.

Mom...

Tradition. One, two, hup.

- Slowpoke.
- What?

You're slow.

I love you.

How did they actually meet?

On vacation, I think.

- I don't know.
- No, your parents.

Oh, they've known each other their
whole lives. Were neighbors back then.

They always played outside.

And then at some point,
dad wanted something more.

My mother didn't want that.

And then dad didn't look
at any other girl for four years.

And then mom knew for sure.

- How can you know that for sure?
- Oh, you know.

And why...

What did that uncle have with his eye?

What was wrong with his eye?

I don't know. I'm not a doctor.
It was infected.

Was he with
that woman with those big tits?

Yes, that one. What boobs, huh?
Unbelievable.

Do you find that beautiful?

Well, she's my aunt.

I think it's nice.

Do you think I'm beautiful too?

I find you stunningly beautiful.

Hey, I think you're drop-dead gorgeous.

Why do they get married here?

- Because they live here.
- Yes, I get that.

But the whole family has to travel.
They could go there, right?

Mobile phone.

- Oh, come on. Hurry up, please.
- Yes.

Shall we go to that other shop there?

- I think this one...
- Did they fit right?

- Yes, these.
- Then we'll take these, okay?

- Hi. These ones?
- Yes.

- Nice shoes.
- Yes.

- Enjoy them. Have a nice day.
- Thank you. Bye.

- Oh, we will.
- Yes.

- Are you happy with it? What do you say?
- Thank you, mom.

Sweetheart, have fun at jazz ballet.
I'll see you tonight.

Okay, bye.

- Anything else, ma'am?
- No, that was all. Thank you.

- Here you go. Have a nice day.
- Yes, thank you. Bye.

May I also have a bag?

Oh, nice. Pink.

Have you ever seen a big white
sperm whale wearing a pink sweater?

I don't know, but I seem
to retain a lot of fluid.

I'm not just fat,
I'm just water.

That's strange, that you just...

I have an address, you know?

Really? Seriously?

Cool.
How did you get that?

- From my file.
- Jesus, man.

- But they didn't want to give it to you.
- I have a right to it, don't I?

Finally. Oh, that's good.

But she only lives
half an hour away by bus.

And she really lives
by the water and stuff.

- Have you seen her?
- No.

Shall I go with you? Because I understand
that it's very scary and difficult.

I'll go with you, you know.

What's with the 'mmm'? You can
just say if you don't want me to go.

You know, go on your own and
when you get there: one happy family.

She left you alone for years
and now she's suddenly there?

Yes, finally.
My daughter back.

Let's do fun things together.

- She did name me Joy, didn't she?
- Oh, yes. That must be it.

No, never mind.

- Shall we call an ambulance for you?
- No.

- Do you want a glass of water?
- Yes.

We did well, didn't we?

Look at that.

Come on.

Hey, what's he got... Wait a
minute. What's he got on his bike?

Is that a fridge?

I'll call you in a bit.

Hi, girl.

- Cool.
- What are you doing here?

Yeah?
Oh, you can't say anything.

Swallowed your tongue? What were
you doing? Painting your nails?

Or... I don't know.
Cutting them, filing them?

It's not cool to tell your buddies: "Yeah,
sorry. I have to go buy a stroller."

It's obviously much more fun
to check the mirror,

- to see if your eyes are still straight...
- Take it easy, hey.

- Now we've done it.
- What are you going to do?

What I'm going to do?

Leave.

- You're really just a bitch.
- How come?

Yeah, you can just
make it up again, right?

Oh, yeah. Great idea.

Well, he doesn't want me anymore either.

Nice.

Your hair looks stupid.

Really ugly.

Move it along.

Don't walk so fast.
A bit nauseous.

Are you coming?

I don't have it,
do I have to say it again?

Does it have to be in Turkish
or something?

- Hello, shut up for a moment.
- Ladies, calm down.

- Give me my fucking phone back.
- You need to shut your fucking mouth.

- Hey, watch out.
- Stay out of it.

Come here, you. That's it.

- Filthy whore.
- Sit down, it's over.

- You need to shut up.
- Everyone shut up.

- Oh look, there's the fridge.
- Denise, a phone has been stolen.

- Is it that time again? Back at the zoo?
- Whose?

- Shut your mouth, I'm listening.
- Go miscarry or something.

Shut up. You're a fucking miscarriage.

- Sit down. What do you want?
- Why should I sit down?

- You have the IQ of a glass of water.
- Get off my friend.

- Joy, what are you doing here?
- Get off.

You can't even control those people.

- Sit down.
- You shouldn't be here.

- Moron.
- Shut your face.

Would you please disappear?

- Silence.
- Bunch of losers.

- Would you please disappear?
- Of course.

Glad I don't live here anymore.

- Go ahead and lie under the bridge.
- Whore.

What is your fucking problem?
Seriously.

- What is he saying?
- It's about the wedding.

He's thinking: shit, I'm really
getting married. Just that realization.

He was 18.
You were 18, right?

But that's like us. We've also...

Can I tell you something?

Do you remember
when we first met at the cafe?

We met each other
in a cafe where he worked.

And I was there with my best friend.

And she pretended to be sick,

and then she fell on the ground.
Yes, she pretended.

First he didn't notice, and then he was
like: "What can I do?" Remember?

Yes, I was a superhero. That's right.

- I saved her.
- It was really sweet.

And then I took him home.

I took him home and then he
didn't want to sleep with me.

- I thought it was really sweet.
- Yeah, well, that's enough now.

So, let's move on.

What are you doing?
Just stop it for a moment.

I don't talk about your period here,
do I?

How do you know that?

- Yes, tell me.
- Yeah, how do I know that, huh?

How long have you been with him?

And you're not dating
anyone who lived here?

Hey, Joy, what are you doing here?

Well, it's visiting hour, right?

You know you're not allowed
to be here. Come on.

- Get off me, freak.
- Get out.

What? Now all of a sudden I'm
not allowed to come here anymore?

Loser.

You need to be gone in ten minutes.

So, I ran into Loose Hands in the hallway.

What is all this?

Jesus.

I really don't get why you're still
living here among all these idiots.

Oh, and then I can just come
live with you or something?

She has another daughter.

Who? Your mother?

So, you have a sister?

Well, not a sister. A half-sister.
She has a different father.

How do you know that?
You said you hadn't seen her.

No, I spoke to her over the phone.

And what did she say?

Nothing. She has to tell her
about me first.

Well, why?

Well yes, because she's old
enough now to understand it.

How old is she then?

- I don't know.
- So she didn't know?

- And then she wants to see you?
- Yes.

Cool.

Do you think you look like her?

Yes, of course.
She's my mother.

No, your sister.
Not your mother.

She wishes.

Hello, this is the answering machine
of Sanne van Pinksteren and Imme.

Leave your message after the beep, and
we will call you back as soon as possible.

Hello, this is the answering machine
of Sanne van Pinksteren and Imme.

Leave your message after the beep, and
we will call you back as soon as possible.

And now?

Are you sure?

She's just called something else.

And now?

You know, maybe she's
changed her name,

because she doesn't want to be found.

Maybe she just has debts.

Then you take another name.
Happens all the time, you know.

But then you'd go live
somewhere else, right?

You know...

Maybe she just had a shitty marriage.

Maybe she was married
to a guy who beat her.

And yes, she just kept that name.

It could just be your father's
name, what do you know.

I look exactly like her.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying, right?
There's no problem.

That name means nothing, you know.

I mean it.

No, here. Do you feel it?
Kicking.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Can I help you?

- Yes, I want to become a member.
- Yes, that's possible.

What is your name?

- Joy.
- From Joyce?

- No, it's an English name.
- Okay.

Do you have an ID?

Yes, thank you.

- November 11, 1990.
- It could also be the tenth.

It says the eleventh here.
Is it the tenth or the eleventh?

Bitch.

Please put on your seat belt.

Get off me, freak.

You're letting me out now. I want out now.

You're letting me out now.

You're letting me out now, dammit.

- I--
- Now.

Why are you acting like this?

Is it just because those fucking
cousins are suddenly here now?

It makes no sense.
You're speaking Serbian all day.

I don't understand a damn thing.

I hate your fucking language,
fucking culture.

They're all dead drunk in that room.

Bastard.

I can't get it right.
You're always the victim.

There's always something wrong.

I'm always the asshole, aren't I?

I'm always...
I'm never good enough, right?

Am I ever good enough?
Do I ever do anything right for you?

I'm so fed up.

With your whining.

That's my family, yes.

I have a family, yes.

No, I don't mean it like that.
But you have to let me... Come on.

- No.
- Why not?

Why is it always, always pain?

- Baby?
- No.

- Come on.
- No.

Come here.
It's okay, alright. It's okay.

- No, let me go.
- It's okay.

I don't want it.

Well, yes...

- Don't.
- I'm here, for once,

- and you're still not happy.
- I know how it'll go.

- Hey, I'm going, okay?
- Yeah, bye.

Bye, I'll call you.

Get out.

Move.

Move.

Bitch.

Get out.

Yes, this is Joy Pilet. Could you
connect me with Barbara Smit?

You know,
she found it very difficult to come.

Your mother is really here for you.

Okay.

Shall I get something to drink?

You don't want me, right?

Hi.

- Yes.
- There you go.

Why don't you tell me anything?

I'm here for you.

I think you should go
look for your mother.

I'm going to help you.

Is that okay?

Yes, that's okay.

Can I say something
through the microphone?

Has grandpa got some cake?

What can I say?
Welcome again.

Does anyone
have a little alcohol for me?

Better something than nothing.

Congratulations to the groom.
Can I have a round of applause?

Can I ask you something? Do you want
to open the dance with your new wife?

Applause.

The band can start now.

You can wait here for a moment.

I don't want this anymore.

Joy? Joy, help.

In and out. Well, I'm going
to get the gynecologist.

I want to go home.

Jesus.

Loser.

Hey, Aunt Joy.

- Are you smoking?
- Just blowing off steam, you know.

That is bad for your child, man.

- You have to set a good example.
- She's so cute.

- Those eyes...
- Where were you during the delivery?

- If eyes could speak...
- Yes?

- She smiled at me. She saw daddy...
- Babies don't smile.

She saw daddy and a smile just appeared.

- She knows who her father is. That's it.
- Yes, "she".

- Be glad it's not a boy.
- Why?

- She would have sold him online.
- Yes, as if.

She loves us way too much.

- Hey, I'm going inside. See you in a bit.
- You go inside.

She is more beautiful than I expected.

I've been through hell
thanks to you. Thanks, huh?

You're welcome.

I do like you, though. Oh, are you okay?

I do like you.

Yeah...

I don't know. I've never
really had this feeling before.

Look, how beautiful.

Yeah...

Do you still like it? Yes?

Otherwise, just say so, okay?

Do you want to hold her for a bit?

Yes?

Do you have her?
Do you have her little head?

Hey...

Why didn't she go looking for you?

Isn't she lovely?