Original subtitles

BYE DEAR EVERT I MISS YOU

Come on, boys.

THE PERFECT LIE

DEAR EVERT THE TRUTH WILL COME OUT

Who can sail without wind

Without wind, without an oar

Saying goodbye to a friend

Without shedding a tear

I can sail without wind

Without wind, without an oar

But I can't say goodbye to a friend

Without shedding a tear

According to Evert and Babette,

death is not the end of our journey.

The soul, Evert's soul,

lives on and prepares for the next life.

That gave me, gave us, a lot of comfort these past days.

Evert's soul was pure. Evert's soul was beautiful.

And that's why the way he died

was so incomprehensible

to me and everyone here.

Let's not remember his death.

Let's remember the person he was.

A wonderful friend to us,

a loving partner to Babette...

and a badass dad.

Nothing made Evert prouder

than his two boys, Beau and Luuk.

He loved you guys.

He loved you so much.

I don't understand.

I don't. Evert would never...

Evert would never...

Maybe we...

Maybe we did this.

We...

I didn't mean it literally.

Not like we actually...

No, Evert killed himself.

Then why did you say, "Maybe we did this?"

We knew Evert was under a lot of stress.

And maybe we should have...

Stress?

What kind of stress?

Surely...

you already know all that, right?

Sorry, but I...

I thought you'd been told that already, right?

We'd like to hear it from you.

You were friends, right?

Come on, Michel. You can do this.

Come on. Live a little.

- He doesn't want to, man. - No.

That's not what I'm saying.

It's just very windy, is all.

That's the point.

We could play billiards at the café if you prefer.

- That's not it. - We can.

I'm just wondering if this is safe.

You're pregnant.

Your insurance will hold us liable.

Can't we just collect oysters like normal snobs?

We're doing this, Ief!

We're doing this. Come on.

You got slow, old man!

This is sick!

- Yeah, what? - Come on!

Oh God.

What an asshole, huh?

- Yeah, okay. - Your faces.

Beer?

Ief, beer?

I cheated death just now. I'll survive this too.

Ief, be careful with that long pole of yours.

Wow.

"Where are you?"

You didn't check in.

- Give me my phone. - Wait.

No, cut it out. Give me my phone.

Great picture. I'll text that you're busy.

Hey. Give me my phone.

"Hey, baby." Do you say baby?

Your annoying bullshit.

I have beer for everybody.

Look.

One for you.

Here you go.

Sorry, man.

- Cheers, guys. - Cheers.

Cheers.

Of course it's a way to stay in control.

- Why are you making it a big deal? - It's natural.

It's evolution.

Men are hunters. We go into the damn savanna.

And women send jealous texts.

Seriously. Patrice does it too, you know.

Why else would her brother be working with us?

Just to keep a fucking eye on me.

Didn't he need a job?

Yes, that too.

Does he need a job or not?

Like I said, that too.

Oh, well.

Being jealous is better than sitting down to pee.

Or having to dry your shower stall with a squeegee.

That's just...

Karen isn't jealous at all.

Well, duh. You're a stay-at-home husband.

What? Guys, I'm not making this up.

They have less sex than career men. It's just statistics.

My sex life is fine.

And I'm not a stay-at-home husband.

"Fine."

How did that pitch of yours go?

That big client? What was it?

The jeans guys?

A leading jeans company.

Forty stores in Europe, and growing.

It went well.

It's almost in the bag.

- I'm thinking of taking someone on. - Really?

Another one?

- One or two? - Not for me. I'm heading out.

Talk to you later.

Eef, man...

Later. Let's finish this game and head out too.

That dude's not doing well.

Who? Evert?

Yo, Ricky.

Take care.

Yeah, man. He's so stressed lately.

He's paranoid, man.

Thanks to your advice,

he wants to see our finances.

Well, that's fine, right?

Or isn't it?

Listen.

I had a few stacks of money lying around.

A few hundred grand. Maybe more.

That may be what's paying for the renovation.

And I may have manipulated the numbers a little.

I increased the membership--

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.

- I'm not an arms dealer. - No.

Just occasional side gigs.

What is... Look.

Look at me.

Picture me wearing a tie.

Can you picture it?

What's the difference between me and your preppy snobs?

Who get rich taking advantage of society

but do their best to pay as little tax as possible.

While I want to pay taxes. I really do.

That's why I'm building a completely legal business.

That's...

But I needed that little push, you know?

I'm sorry. You know me. I'm an upstanding citizen.

It's okay, man.

You have a gas pedal and a brake pedal.

You need both.

Either you don't move, or you crash your car.

- That's deep. - Now, let's be serious.

I could really use you.

Han called about the kitchen.

We need to decide which countertop we want.

I like the Portoro.

- It's the prettiest. - And the priciest.

We're not going to do that.

Especially now.

The white one was nice enough. You agreed.

- No, I-- - Hey!

Well, that looks perfect.

Your daughter is a dragon at school.

For Saint George and the Dragon. I'm the front paws.

That's so cool. The front paws lead.

They stomp, and the rest follow meekly.

Let's eat.

Are you coming? Give Hanneke a call.

We didn't need long to think about it.

We want the Portoro marble.

- ...with the boys. We need to go somewhere. - You don't need to think about that now.

...your house is nice and big, but I would really prefer that they...

Shall we go to the cremation room?

- I don't know. - Yes.

- Sweetheart. - You don't have to.

I'm going, okay?

DEAR EVERT THE TRUTH WILL COME OUT

Did Hanneke say anything to you?

- What if they just... - We're ready.

I think he felt lonely.

He said--

Can I speak to you?

- Sorry, we'll talk later. - No, it's okay.

I wanted to apologize for my behavior.

It was...

The reason I was so vicious was that I discovered Simon--

Have you no shame?

- Excuse me? - How dare you come here?

While I'm here with my kids.

What?

You were having an affair with Evert.

You can't expect people to keep lying for you.

Excuse me.

Where are you going?

Wait.

Did you tell Babette I had an affair with Evert?

No.

Unbelievable.

I didn't.

The fucking irony. Me having an affair while you--

I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

Han, I'm sorry.

- Please wait-- - You know what?

You're the worst of that entire fucking club of hypocrites.

Jesus, Hanneke! We just said goodbye to Evert.

And you dare show your hypocritical face here.

You used him to launder your drug money and stole his business.

- He was your friend. - Enough.

You're all liars!

What is going on with you?

- I'm taking you home. - No! I'm not going home with you.

What are you going to do?

Don't do anything crazy.

I mean it.

You just wait.

Why did you hit her?

Didn't you?

You didn't hit her...

in the face?

She has a sharp tongue.

She's a journalist, and she's under huge pressure.

But she's never been violent, no.

What?

You can't be serious. That makes no sense.

- She didn't hit Hanneke? - Well, yes.

But she was going through a rough time.

FUCKING JOURNALIST

FUCKING JOURNALIST

Hi, Karen. This is Marina Terborg with the NRC.

I thought I'd try you again since we're publishing tomorrow.

But you're not answering, again.

If you'd still like to comment...

Hey, didn't you see me?

- No. - I waved at you.

...reach me at this number.

Oh, that journalist?

You still haven't talked to her?

Kar, seriously.

You have to respond to them.

I know how this goes. Just don't give it oxygen.

Honey,

if it's not true, you can't just let it happen.

They could write anything.

Did Michel call you?

You want the Portoro marble. Great.

You won't regret it.

There they are.

Such sweethearts.

Okay, there we go. Let's trot.

Do it. Yes. Well done. Let's go.

Come on, you can do it. Back to a walk.

- Take your shoes off. - What's that smell?

- Not me. - Of course not.

Horses don't smell. They reek.

Go take a shower.

Look. A little experiment. Burrata with grilled grapes.

Is it dinner club-worthy?

You chose the expensive marble?

I thought we decided to go with the cheaper option.

You decided that.

And then I decided to pick the prettiest.

We had two options, and I made a decision.

Exactly. That's not you.

Excuse me?

I don't think it's a good idea

right now.

Honey, I get that you're worried about money,

but I just landed a huge client.

It will be fine.

Why are you making a fuss?

What...

Did you know Saint George had to drink poison?

Wow. Did he do something wrong?

And he was boiled alive in oil.

Oh dear.

I guess he died, then.

No, he died when he got decapitated.

Honey?

There will be a story about me

in the newspaper tomorrow.

About me and my job.

There are

people who think

I was too harsh as their boss.

You can be pretty strict.

I am strict sometimes because I want things done right.

And because I want to do things right.

But those stories are wrong.

That's not me.

But you're really sweet too.

You might hear stuff about it

at school.

So those are all...

just lies.

Good morning.

How did you know I was here?

I know you.

It's a bit cold.

You want to do it all alone, Karen van der Made,

but you can't shut me out.

Honey, have you seen the newspaper?

Shall we?

IVO: ARE YOU OKAY, HONEY? PATRICIA: SUCH DICKS!

MICHEL: WHERE ARE YOU?!

Okay.

BURN-OUTS AND PILLS FEAR CULTURE AT NL VANDAAG

"Despite repeated requests,

the editor-in-chief was unavailable for comment."

"Despite repeated requests." They sent this to you?

So you didn't respond,

and you didn't tell me?

Because it's bullshit.

Ignore it. It'll blow over.

Ignore it?

It's in the paper in huge font. How do I ignore that?

How are you feeling?

Are we still going to the play?

Yes, of course.

Is that today?

I'm going to change.

- Are you right or left? - Right.

Right? Great. You get to go first.

What was written in the article?

That there was a culture of fear.

Cursing, verbal abuse, denigration,

intimidation.

Were you angry?

Angry? No.

Well...

She could've given me a heads-up.

An article like that has consequences, not just for her.

Come on, or we'll be late.

Mommy.

One moment.

- Hugo. - Hey, Michel.

I didn't forget. The contract is coming.

Listen, Michel.

Unfortunately, I have bad news.

We decided to hire someone else.

But we had a deal.

I know it's not ideal,

but the board decided to go in a different direction.

Can I ask why?

Politics.

And wanting a bigger firm.

Mommy.

It has nothing to do with you.

We're still enthusiastic.

Maybe next time.

Good luck with your wife and everything.

Have a good day.

Let's go see that dragon.

You want your coat?

My God, Karen.

Let me know if I need to hurt someone, okay?

Jesus, Ka. What a fucking mess.

This is just gutter journalism.

And your boss, Bram? What a dick.

Hey, is this safe?

To be so close to you?

- Nice one, Siem. - As long as you do what I say.

I'll do anything you say.

George, grab your sword!

Well done!

- Anne and Sophie are fighting! - Who?

- Anne and Sophie. Quick. - What? Fighting?

- Sophie's fighting. I don't know. - What?

- Let me go! - Shut up!

- Guys, stop! - Shut up!

Shut up! Please behave yourselves!

- Let go! - Don't touch me, fuckface!

What's happening? Evert--

Oh, don't. Come on, kids!

What's going on here?

What's that?

Whoa. Hey, we're not doing that.

- Beau! What's wrong with you? - Calm down, honey.

- You always embarrass me. - Let go. I hate you!

Watch it! No one talks to me like that, especially you.

Rein it in. We're at school. Come here.

Soph, calm down!

- Stop! - What's going on here?

He said Mommy hit people.

So you start a fight?

- Great example you set. - Excuse me?

This might be acceptable at your office, but not here.

- What did you say? - Calm down.

What did you say, you arrogant dick with your fucking man bun?

Sorry about my wife.

She's...

Apologies. We're going home. Honey, let's go home.

- I'm going to file a report. - That seems unnecessary.

- What? - Let's talk about this.

With whom? Her?

She's not great at that.

We all read the paper--

- Now you have something to report. - Jesus.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey, honey. Look at me.

Are you okay?

"Sorry about my wife."

Sophie was wrong.

And Beau, with that brick.

And you decide to chew out that dad.

Sorry, I had a lot on my mind.

Yes, I know.

It's not easy for me and Sophie either.

Jesus, you are such a weak prick.

I'm a weak prick? Very mature, Karen.

The things I've given up for your career.

Seriously!

Michel, the stay-at-home dad who files taxes part-time.

Do you think that was my dream? No!

No, what Karen does is important. Journalism.

Editor-in-chief, no less, and you do this.

- What have I done? - You should've said how bad it was.

- You said nothing. - Because it's bullshit!

- Bullshit, really? - Jesus, yes!

The part about your egoism and narcissism is pretty spot-on.

Wow, nice.

Glad we clarified that.

You being disappointed with your life is not my fault.

You're responsible for your own fucking choices.

Hey, seriously.

I thought I'd gotten him good.

But he was some sort of Terminator.

- With a man bun. - With a man bun.

Thank God for our heroes.

Our Power Rangers.

Yes, I'm a card-carrying pacifist.

Alcoholic, honey. Professional alcoholic.

Yes, that too.

Well... Michel had to keep himself in check.

You wanted to fight, right?

- Where were you? - Leave him be.

- We can never go back to that school. - What?

Could you get the wine? I brought a box of Montepulciano.

In the scullery.

It's all gone.

Yeah, but that's a whole thing.

I'm going home...

Question.

The kids are falling asleep.

- Bye, gorgeous. - Bye, honey.

Let's say I help you with

the gym's finances, so to speak.

What's in it for me?

Let's just say I pay well.

How well?

What do you need?

So, where does that money come from?

You want to know what I do.

One condition.

No drugs, no weapons, no women.

No, I'm serious.

Mich, I swear on my kids.

Let's do it.

Like I said, I don't think it's fun.

Did you feel supported by Michel?

It was hard.

For him too.

But he always tried to support me.

Hanneke Lemstra's voicemail. Leave a message after the beep.

And?

She's not answering.

She's obviously angry.

It'll be fine.

I'll drive over to Hanneke's.

To see how she's doing.

Save me some pizza?

It'll be fine.

Simon, what the fuck, man?

What was that?

- It was nothing. - No?

She said drugs, right?

No, Mich. Calm down, yeah?

- Is that true? I'm coming over. - No.

No, that's a terrible idea. I'll explain everything.

- But not now, okay? - I'll drive over to her.

- What? No. - What if she goes to the police?

Don't be scared. Don't go there.

I'll fix this.

I said, "Honey, they drive on the left here."

"No, they drive on the right."

"Okay, watch this."

"Your steering wheel is on the right."

Okay, honey.

Forget about the losers at school. They'll be onto something else next week.

Maybe you should beat someone up.

- Oh, please. - Great idea.

Let's practice, Ief.

- Bye. Sweet dreams. - Bye.

- You're driving, right? - What?

"You drive on the right if your steering wheel is left."

We drive on.

I say, "Left...

"Left is where your thumb is, on the right."

Can we...

- I want one more. - I'm heading out.

- I have to go. - You have to stay.

- You should go to bed. - No, I want you...

No, I don't want to go to bed with you. I didn't mean to say that.

Come on, Mich.

I'm okay.

No, there's no need.

Wow. Last night...

- Jesus, Mich. - Dammit.

- I'm going to regret this. - Watch out, old knee injury.

There we go, thanks. Watch out for the wall.

- Careful. - Wait.

Oh, man. I'm fine.

I have to... Yes, there we go. That way.

- This is going well. - Your hand.

I'm okay.

- Well, not really. - Straight ahead.

- Hold on. - Come on.

All of us upstairs together. One, two, three.

- Okay. - Watch your head.

Keep walking, Mich.

Oops. Daddy is a little...

- Lift him up. His feet. - Daddy is a little bit drunk.

Doesn't matter.

You think I'm a coward, don't you?

But you don't know. You know why? You don't know me at all.

But I... What is it?

I don't know you either.

Okay, man.

Take a nice long nap.

You're a good guy.

My friend.

Can I borrow a bike?

SIMON: I CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING

SIMON: KAREN? PLEASE?

That's a nice addition.

It's beautiful, Beau.

Did you find beautiful ones?

KAREN: I CAN'T TALK. I'M WITH BABETTE.

SIMON: CAN YOU HEAD OUT?

I'm sorry.

If I complicated things between you and Hanneke.

I feel sorry for her, in a way.

She was in love.

People in love do stupid things.

SIMON: BEACH HOUSE? NOW?

I have to slip out for a moment.

After the service, did you go see Hanneke?

I called her.

I wanted to see her because I was worried.

Like Karen, but she stayed with Babette and the kids.

It was just an easy way to make money.

I'm not saying this to make excuses.

It was all for the gym.

We had to expand, we...

Do you know how expensive a new building is?

So what? You betray your best friend?

What? No!

I tried to keep Evert out of it.

Listen, it wasn't very smart.

But it was temporary.

Hey, baby.

How are things? Everyone okay?

Is Soph asleep?

She just went to bed.

Did you talk to Hanneke?

No.

She hasn't come home yet.

So I'm going to stay here with Ief and wait for her.

Is that okay?

Of course.

- See you in a bit. - Yes.

Has she still not gone home?

Does...

Does Hanneke think you had something to do with Evert's death?

Did you have anything to do with the fire?

What?

Wait, are you serious?

Do you seriously think I could do something like that?

Jesus.

You have no idea.

You have no idea how I've felt this past week.

Every time I see those boys...

I feel so fucking...

guilty.

Me too.

Have you eaten anything?

Wolf, shall I make you something?

No. She'll show up, right?

It'll be fine, right?

You could try calling her again.

I couldn't reach you. Why weren't you answering?

Sorry, I fell asleep.

I'm at the hospital with Ivo.

You need to get here. Something terrible has happened.

Hanneke has been found. It's serious.

You have to come now.

BASED ON THE NOVEL "THE DINNER CLUB" BY SASKIA NOORT

Subtitle translation by: Jolanda Jongedijk