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- No. No. - What the fuck, Stefanie?

You're doing it wrong.

What?

Do the voice.

Hurry. Stefanie is hungry.

Stefanie...

Please eat your food.

Or you won't get a spanking, okay?

There's a good girl.

Hmm.

- Fuck this. I'm out. - Sorry.

It was an accident. It was the... icing.

- No, no, no. - Sorry.

No. I have my limits.

Stef, I'm sorry, okay? I want to be there for you.

I don't want to shame you with this cake stuff, but...

it's messy. I'm wearing a dead girl's clothing.

I'm grieving, okay? This is how I grieve.

Everyone does it their own way.

I think you're wasting your fucking tears.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Nothing. I'm out.

Why am I the only person who cares that she died?

Are you all dead inside?

CAKE.

Brandy, baby!

Honey, I'm home!

Adriaan, this is Brandy.

This is a shitty bar. Let's go to the other one.

- Please don't die. - Okay, okay.

- Check if he has a pulse. - Okay. Fuck.

- Who is he? - Put the man's wallet away!

Breathe!

- What are you doing?! - Don't!

- Do you know what you're doing? - No, I don't! Call Christelle!

Fuck it, okay.

- Fuck, Christelle! - Okay, sorry! Sorry.

Sorry! Fuck!

Shit. Sorry.

What the fuck? Heike! This is... my neighbour!

She lives next door to me!

Well, let this be a lesson to you both.

- You're a fucking monster! - I know.

So you'd better watch your step.

Hei-- Heike was on her way to the police station.

The police aren't a problem anymore.

Moekie and Christelle to the dancefloor, please.

Lulu gave a pensioner a heart attack.

For fuck's sake.

- Please, please... - Thanks.

Get back to your stations! Get busy. Go.

Christelle, Christelle, I gave him a heart attack.

I don't think it was a heart attack.

I need some light! Does anyone have a cell phone?

- Uh... here. - Thanks.

He's diabetic. Call an ambulance.

- Okay. - Whoa, not so quick.

You don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

He could die!

Which means he won't be needing his kidneys.

This man is not dying right in front of me.

I'm calling the fucking ambulance.

- Out of my way. - Paramedics 24/7.

Hello, this is Christelle Smit.

There's a medical emergency at Koeksusters.

- It's number sixty-- - We know the address. Don't worry.

Of course you know where it is.

Thank you.

- Thanks. - The usual, please.

Hm!

Fucking hell. What's your name?

- Come on, Daan. - I'm just trying to get to know her.

So, what's your sign?

- Ouch! Jesus. - "Do Not Enter."

Feisty! I like it.

- You're looking for trouble. - You're such a shitty wingman.

What about Candi?

One moment she's the best thing ever

and the next minute you're screening her calls.

She's such a typical woman.

You tell her you love her once, and her ovaries start quivering.

She started pressuring me to leave Esmé.

Fucking hell.

- So, on to the next one? - Mm-hm! One with less baggage.

I have to piss. Watch my drink.

Lulu.

- What the fuck are you doing here? - What the fuck are you doing here?

- Do you work here? - Maybe.

So what? It's none of your fucking business.

If your sister finds out you're a stripper--

Then she'll find out her husband was in a strip club.

I don't have time for your shit right now.

Fuck off and leave me alone!

Do you think he'll be okay?

The paramedics say he's in a critical condition.

- It's my fault. - It's not.

He was a ticking time bomb.

And what a way to go.

What if he doesn't make it?

He will. Don't think that way. He's still alive.

At least Christelle wasn't giving him a lap dance

- or he might've committed suicide. - Oh, wow. Fuck you.

Listen, I'm a gay man in his late thirties.

I'm not wasting the little bit of empathy I have left, on a stranger.

- I'm going with them. - Hold on. You don't even know him.

Chrissie, I wasn't sure if I should tell you, but...

Adriaan and Daan are here.

What the fuck?

Christelle?

Uh... non! Non, non! Me, uh, French.

I'm not stupid. I know it's you, Christelle.

Non, non! Uh... Je m'appelle not Christelle...

- What are you doing h-- - Non! Croissant! Crème brûlée!

Me... French!

What? Did you see a ghost?

Jesus, I love this place.

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

Hello, auntie. My name is Lulu.

- Um... - Lulu?

Who is Lulu? Where is my husband? Where is Sarel?

I'm so sorry, but he had an attack.

What?!

It's something-something diabetic. We're taking him to the hospital.

Wait. I don't understand. Where was he when this happened?

Answer me!

Hello? Hello!

Well done. You survived your first night.

Sort of.

But I still think that old man was a missed opportunity.

- This is a fuck-up. - What is?

- Everything! Everything's a fuck-up. - Bullshit.

She's your neighbour, not your mother.

And you can stop lying to yourself. You enjoyed every minute of it.

- What about Daan? - Daan?

Candi's ex. My husband's best friend. He saw me here.

The universe seems to be looking out for you.

There's your next patient. Are you fucking cra--

What don't you understand? Daan is my husband's best friend.

We watch rugby together.

- I won't do it. - Sweetheart!

That wasn't a request. It was an order.

You know what?

Shoot me. Who gives a shit? You'll be doing me a favour.

Where will you find another surgeon?

Wow.

That girl is messing with me.

Stefanie booing her off the stage didn't help.

Leave the child alone. She has a broken heart.

Moekie, I love you. I do.

I worship the ground you walk on. You're a fucking goddess.

But between meals, Stefanie is always fucking up.

Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

Stefanie is my only child.

And if I had to choose between blood and water,

I'll flush you right down the drain, okay?

Fuck it.

Where am I?

Feeling a bit lighter?

What's going on?

You have two options.

Either you keep your mouth shut...

or we remove your organs one by one until there's nothing left.

I don't give a damn about your visiting hours!

Where is my husband? Sarel!

Sa--

Sarel. How dare you sneak out like a thief in the night,

leaving me all alone to ogle some girls in that whore's nest!

- Ma'am-- - Be quiet!

Sarel, these doctors had better test you for dementia...

Please have a seat.

The doctors will be here in a while.

The lady who brought him in put all his things together.

- What lady? - I haven't seen her again.

- Hey. - Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Don't worry, I was awake anyway.

I couldn't sleep. How was your evening?

Same old, same old.

- Drank too much and talked rubbish. - Only you and Daan?

Um... One or two guys joined us. Why?

Just curious.

And you and Lulu? Wild night?

Sure.

Cooking shows and a bottle of Chardonnay.

Just the two of you?

I went to bed early and she met up with a friend for cocktails.

- Why? - Just curious.

How is Daan doing?

Sounds like he's ready to leave Esmé.

What? For that stripper?

The stripper is just a symptom.

- A symptom of what? - Of a shitty sex life.

Yeah, okay. So of course it's all Esmé's fault.

That's what Daan says.

Apparently, she doesn't want to anymore and...

when she does give in,

he feels like a necrophiliac.

So he finds it on the streets?

You know, that's every woman's worst nightmare.

You have nothing to worry about.

You need to actually have sex for it to bother you.

Wow.

- That was just a joke. - I just--

I have a lot going on right now.

Hey, relax. I was really just kidding.

Fine, let's do it.

Mm-mm! Not like this.

I had too much to drink anyway.

We can try again tomorrow.

- Promise. - Hm.

Sleep well. Sorry.

Damn it, Stefanie! Are you still drunk?

I'm grieving, okay?

Well, I'm going to make you some coffee,

and then you're taking a shower. You have a kidney to deliver.

Did she actually do it?

Well, no thanks to you.

You'd better behave around her. We need her.

I don't have to behave myself around a murderer.

You're the murderer! You ran that car off the road!

Get that into your head and move on dot com!

Don't you think I know that? It was all my fault. And for what?

She didn't even love me.

Oh, baby. She-- she did!

- It was real. - It wasn't.

- Do you really think so? - Yes, my baby.

Of course she loved you, but she was a bit messed up.

Trust me. She wasn't the right one for you.

- I miss her. - I know.

Mommy knows. Mommy understands.

I'll tell you what. Why don't we have a memorial service for her?

Hm? Then you can say your goodbyes.

Then you'll deliver that kidney to the Russians on the West Coast, okay?

Hm?

- Do I have to? - Yes, you do.

There's that nice farm stall on the way

that sells those yummy venison pies. I know you love them.

- I do. I love venison pies. - I know.

So come on. You'll go, won't you?

- Okay. - Okay.

Stella, where's your bag? Come on, we'll be late!

- The child is glued to her phone. - Hm?

- Bye. - Bye. How are you feeling?

Alright. I guess I'll suffer a bit.

What?

- What? - What are you looking at?

Nothing.

- That's weird. - Hm?

Heike would usually be elbow-deep in the garden by this time.

I wonder where she is.

Maybe she's lying in for a change.

Can I have some money for the shop?

I don't want you to eat that rubbish.

The cereal was finished and you forgot to pack my lunch.

I'll give her some! Get in!

- I'm going to be late! - Sorry, guys.

I don't know where my head's at. Sorry.

- Sorry! Love you! - Bye.

Drink lots of water and... electrolytes.

- Love you! Bye! - Bye.

Shit.

Kitty!

Pspsps! Pspspsps!

- Pspspsps. - Was my kidney not enough for you?

Now you're after my cat too?

- I'm so sorry. I can explain. - Save it.

I hope you're happy. I'm moving back to Hamburg.

Listen, can I...

at least help you pack?

- Stay away from me. - Careful.

You gangster. I have always known you are bad news.

And one of these days...

everyone around you is going to know too.

What can I do to-- to make it better?

Careful, uh... it's still fresh--

You... can stay the fuck away from me!

And my cat!

Careful.

I-- I...

Careful.

I'm so sorry.

- Yes? - Jesus. Why so rude?

What do you want?

I guess we have to talk about last night.

I have nothing to say.

Then I'll just have to talk to Adriaan.

That sounds like a threat.

You heard right.

Fuck.

You know you could've just asked me for money.

Can I ask you to fuck off?

Sorry, is there any news about the old man I came in with?

His condition is unchanged. His wife is with him now.

Doctor.

- You better tell me what's going on. - Or what?

Or I'll try to explain it to Christelle.

Why don't we do it together?

Oh, careful.

Once we get going,

Christelle might learn a few secrets you wouldn't want her to.

Go put on something decent, Lulu.

Hey. I'm looking for Dr Daan du Bois.

He went to the bathroom. Can I--

Christelle! This is a surprise.

Hello! Hello!

- No, no, no. You show me yours first. - Shut up. Shut up!

So are you doing it for the exercise, or are you stripping full-time?

I don't know what you think you saw--

I saw my best friend's wife stripping for money.

I didn't fucking str--

Okay, f-- fine.

If you don't want your wife to find out about Candi,

you'll pretend you never saw a thing.

Luckily, Esmé and I have an arrangement.

"Don't ask, don't tell." But tell me, do you do house calls?

Because then Adriaan doesn't need to know about this. Hm?

Eww. No. I would never--

Come on. What's a quickie if it'll save your marriage?

You disgust me.

Hello! Open the door!

If he asks nicely, he can watch.

- Fuck you. - Coming!

What the fuck, Daan? Why did you lock the door?

I must've locked it by accident. Why are you in such a shitty mood?

Because my sister-in-law leaves a trail of destruction in her wake.

What was it this time?

She's working in a strip club.

A job is a job, and both sisters have the figure for it.

- That's my wife you're talking about. - Okay, sorry.

- I just appreciate a work of art. - Yeah, well...

that's all she is to me at this point.

Something to admire from a distance. Maybe she needs a change of scenery.

She can pay my pants a visit any time.

- What the fuck? Fuck off! - I'm joking!

Hello?

Sorry.

Please tell me you also think this is a fucking joke,

because I think I'm losing my mind.

Moekie thinks she needs this to move on.

So now we have to put on a show just to pacify that overgrown baby?

Take a deep breath.

Think of something that makes you happy.

Or someone.

Who or what would that be?

This was the first song Candi gave me a lap dance to.

Candi was a humanitarian.

She sacrificed her body to heal others.

I can't fucking do this! Candi was a cheap, two-timing, degenerate bitch.

Wake up, Stefanie.

You're wasting your tears on a slut who cheated on you with a doctor.

Stefanie... Stefanie, calm down. Come on.

Calm down, calm down.

Calm down, sweetheart. Come on, my baby. Don't choke.

You have to deliver a kidney for Mommy.

Calm down, my angel. Come on, my baby. Calm down.

- There's my-- - Fuck the kidney!

You little shit! I'll give you the hiding of your life!

- Do you hear me? - Stop!

They're all lies! Just like your hair!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Jesus, give me my wig!

I can't!

It's about fucking time. All she needed was a good spanking.

Couldn't you just let her have her pity party?

Now you listen to me. You're mincing on thin ice.

Fuck with my family one more time,

and you'll be sniffing anxious teen farts

- in Nowhereville again. - Moekie!

Everyone can be replaced. Huh?

- Hey. - Hey! What are you doing here?

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

This is all one giant fuck-up.

So basically, I have to... suck Daan's dick to save my marriage.

Gross. That fucking snake.

- Shouldn't you just tell Adriaan? - Are you crazy?

At first, I was so obsessed with the idea that he was cheating on me

that I kept checking his phone.

I followed him and I even confronted a nurse.

I was so convinced. He almost left me.

And now I'm doing it again.

Why did you suspect him?

Because...

we...

don't sleep together anymore.

How many times per month?

Zero.

Um...

Wow, um... okay.

Is he having problems?

No.

It's me. I...

dry up or... slam shut.

- Fuck you. - Shit. Sorry, sis. Um...

It's been that way for two years.

Shouldn't you go see a sex therapist or something?

Um... I haven't asked you yet. Why are you still here?

I'm feeling guilty. That poor old uncle.

Come on, it wasn't your fault.

How were you supposed to know he was diabetic?

Chrissie, I carry a lot more blame than you might think.

What do you mean?

Just some stuff I haven't dealt with.

"Moekie: Come see me RIGHT NOW!"

Fuck.

I just came to say goodbye to this place.

Say goodbye?

You can't leave.

- I wouldn't survive. - And if I stay here, I won't survive.

To-- to be this close to you, but not being able to...

taste you...

Then I'm coming with you.

You were right.

If Moekie finds out about us...

she'd put our heads on fucking spikes by the door.

- As long as we're together. - Oh, stop.

Make me.

What are we going to do?

I can't be without you.

My love is greater than the risk.

- Hi, how is he doing? - He's stable.

He mumbled something last night, so there's an improvement.

- Talk to him. - Talk?

Sometimes it helps. Excuse me.

Hello, uncle.

This is Lulu.

I'm so sorry, uncle.

I'm so sorry!

It's all my fault.

Have you ever done anything so evil

that you would literally do anything to take it back?

I guess not.

Well, I have.

I have, and it's suffocating me, and...

- I was drunk and confused, and-- - You!

- Hello, auntie. I'm-- - You're a temple whore!

That's what you are. A temple whore!

Is there no more room left in hell, so now you're walking among us?

Yes, go! Go! The Lord and I don't sleep, Delilah!

I won't rest until that brothel has been razed to the ground!

Do you hear me?!

Bybie?

Sarel.

Sarel.

Why are you yelling like that?

Thank you.

Moekie.

Now that everyone has calmed down, I'd like to share something with you.

Come on, take it.

When I met that man, his marriage was on the rocks.

He came to the club every night. He was drunk and acted like a pig.

Clearly he was unhappy, and he took it out on his wife and kids.

He just needed a wake-up call.

We don't only cut out organs, we cut the cancer out of a marriage.

This doesn't justify the damage you're causing.

I think part of you knows that prick deserves it.

- No! - Yes.

- Yes. - Yes.

I want to cut off Daan's... dick with a dull knife.

But it's not up to me to decide how to punish him.

Sweetheart, the end justifies the means.

I don't care how you want to justify it,

right is right and wrong is--

Fuck. I forgot my child at school. I have to go.

Christelle! Think about what I said.

You can be so much more than just someone's mother.

Cheers.

Ah! I thought you weren't coming.

- Stella. - Hello!

I'm so sorry.

It's okay. Uncle Daan waited with me.

Okay, um... Go wait in the car. I'll be right there.

- Bye-bye, Stella! - Bye, Uncle Daan!

So, tell me...

how do you manage to balance your professional and personal lives?

Stay away from us.

It's only a question of time before Stella starts asking questions,

followed by her teachers, and then her father.

I'll shut up, but you'll have to suck.

- Ugh, what the fuck? - Don't you like poetry?

My husband is your best friend.

I know, right? Forbidden fruit. It's so fucking hot.

Stop!

Your lips say no, but your body says... go.

- You're fucking sick. - Yeah.

And you're just the medicine I need.

Look, I know there's not much action happening in the Smit's bedroom

and your door is firmly closed.

But I have an axe in my pants that can break down any door.

Okay.

Tonight. At Koeksusters.

VIP treatment.

- Am I being spoiled? - Hm.

Oh, you... deserve it.

Everything looks fine.

I don't want to get ahead of myself, but it looks like a miracle.

Amen. Thank you, Doctor.

You're welcome. Have a nice day.

How are you feeling?

Better.

- My wallet... - I have it.

"Lulu" was kind enough to bring it.

- Lulu? - Yes.

The stripper from... Koeksusters.

That's what they call it, isn't it?

Okay. We can discuss it later if you want to.

No, Bybie.

I don't want to wait.

I don't want to waste another second of my life.

My life...

flashed before my eyes.

And you know what, Bybie?

What a sad life it was.

Come on. You're still confused.

No.

I've never been as lucid as I am right now, Bybie.

You...

You're holding me back.

- Wha-- - It's time for me to find my wings.

No matter how old...

- and fucked up they are. - Sarel!

Sarel, you're possessed!

You're right. I am.

But not by the devil, Bybie.

By life.

I've been possessed by a new life.

Our marriage, you...

You're an obstacle.

Sa-- Sarel?

What are you saying?

Bybie...

I want out.

- Ryno! - In here!

What are you doing?

I dropped the butterfly for my earring.

- I found it. - What the fuck?

What happened to this place?

This place is a fucking whore's nest. I keep telling the girls, but...

they never listen to me.

- It's time for a pep talk. - Absolutely.

Anyway, we're harvesting tonight.

Miraculously, that Christelle girl agreed. Let's go.

- Come in. - Sorry. I couldn't find anyone else.

Where's your mom?

Um... she said she wasn't ready to help out two nights in a row.

Two nights?

Uh... hey, kiddo. Take this.

There's a new vending machine upstairs. Go knock yourself out.

- Bye. "Bye, Mom!" - Bye, Mom!

I didn't know we've started lying to each other.

Where were you last night?

- Where were you last night? - Daan dragged me to a strip club.

I wanted to tell you, but with our history...

- Nice. - I didn't want to be there, but...

guess who I ran into?

Lulu.

Did you know your sister was a stripper? A common stripper.

Hm?

No, I...

- Okay, yes. I... - What?

She's working through some things and I didn't want to...

mess with her process.

I wish she would finish her process somewhere else.

- What's that supposed to mean? - I want her to move out of the house.

No, Adriaan. She's my sister.

I'm not kicking her out just because she's annoying you.

Hold on. So you're okay with looking at tits,

as long as it's not too close to home?

You have no idea. You don't--

What?

What? Finish your sentence.

- Hey. - Hello.

It just feels as if your sister is coming between us.

For 12 years I've been sitting at home all alone,

taking care of Stella.

I ask you to watch her for one night, and all hell breaks loose.

What the fuck?

Hey, Christelle. Hey!

Candi would twerk in her fucking grave

if she knew who Moekie replaced her with.

Maybe some men get kinky for shit dancing. Fuck knows.

Speak of the devil and she shows up at work with her dirty laundry.

Excuse me. It's my outfit. I'll be a sexy surgeon.

- Cute. - You're--

Hey. Hey! What's going on? Why do you look like that?

- I'm performing surgery tonight. - What?

- Really? - Yes. I...

I can't do this alone. I-- I need an assistant.

I need you.

- Oh. Okay. Okay. - Okay?

Yeah. Um... Okay.

I'll talk you through everything. I promise.

Okay. I'm here for you.

- Yes. - Sorry.

- Thanks. - I've got you.

I'm not so sure about this.

Hey, you can't drop me now. I need you.

He's Adriaan's best friend.

Yeah, but... he blackmailed Adriaan's wife for sex.

It's... his own fault.

Hopefully, this will be a wake-up call.

Scalpel.

No, the scalpel.

No, the small knife. The scalpel.

Put your mask on, for fuck's sake.

"To Candi. So we can play doctor. With love, Daan Du Bois."

Fuck!

Fuck.

Mommy!

Motherfucker!

Stefanie, Stefanie, Stefanie-- Please, please, I'm begging you.

You're finished.

Fuck!

Fuck, you were amazing.

- Thanks. - Yes, you were.

Sweetheart, you have a gift.

You know what they say about hiding your talents.

You need to stop doing that.

Mom! You won't believe what I just--

No... no.