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Is everybody ready?

Is Annika ready?

Annika, are you okay?

Have you seen this? I was incredible, right?

We broke up three years ago...

and I was slutting around for a while, so to speak.

But it's still you looking back in the mirror, you know. And you?

I've also been single for a while now.

A few months already. Yes...

- We were in a relationship for ten years. - Ten years... So it is possible.

- Yes. - But how do you keep that up?

- Oh, open relationship for sure? - What?

No. Or...

No, we got a dog.

Labradoodle, super cute. He was always so happy.

But why did you break up?

Naomi really wanted kids and I...

Oh, are you bi?

No, I actually just came out.

Okay.

- Yes, that's why we broke up. - You just had your coming out.

Gosh... You're 37, right?

- I'm 42. - 42?

- And you are a psychiatrist. - That's right.

Wow, that's remarkable.

Well, You really missed out.

- All change. - Bye.

The body of Christ...

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

When I lost my faith, I quickly realized that there is no purpose in life.

Besides reproducing ourselves. But well, gay, it doesn't work, so...

If you ask me what our purpose is on earth is, my answer is simple.

To fuck.

We're here to fuck. With whoever you want.

As often as you want, wherever you want.

Where do you prefer to do it?

In bed.

In my hour of sorrow Why, why, Lord.

Why, why, Lord.

We're not doing interviews. She feels lousy. There's no way.

What should I say then?

I don't know. Make something up.

Say it's a family matter or something. They can call tomorrow.

That's brave. Your hair.

I mean your baldness. Implants are for the masses.

Apparently 40 really is the new 20, huh?

Loser.

For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord.

In these plans I have your happiness in mind...

not your unhappiness.

I want to give you a future and new hope again.

If you pray to Me, I will listen.

You will find Me if you look for Me, and...

sincerely expect it from Me.

When will God come for me?

That's my only hope. Where is God when I need Him?

- Mrs. van den Broeck. - I didn't want this life.

Joke, God is listening...

When will God put an end to my misery?

IDYLLIC

We can increase your life expectancy with chemotherapy and radiation.

That was a gift.

Have you heard what I said?

Yes. My apologies.

How much time do I have left?

One year.

Maybe two.

If I'm not treated.

If you are treated.

I'm very sorry.

Is there someone that you can call, so you can discuss your options?

A friend or family member?

Hey, Victor.

It's me.

How are you?

Yes, I'm doing excellent too.

I'm glad.

Why do you call? Is something wrong?

No, no reason.

I thought: Gee, how is Victor?

Yeah, I don't believe it myself either.

Sorry I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye.

Mister Sadi? Please come with me.

Hey, Baco.

- Hey, Naomi. - Hey, Victor.

- You want something to drink? - No, I've to go.

- Leftover chicken. - Oh, nice.

Thanks.

- Listen, I'll get straight to the point. - Yes?

I've a new boyfriend, Olaf.

We've been dating for a few weeks and things are going really well.

Okay.

I'm very happy for you.

Yes, thank you, me too.

We are going on holiday this week.

- Where to? - Iceland.

And if that goes well, he will come live with me.

Okay. Wow.

How long have you known him?

We've been dating for a month now.

- He is very fond of Astor. - Astor?

- Oh yes, Baco is now called Astor at ours. - Ours...

And he really wants children.

We're just a perfect match. It just clicks really well.

Isn't it a bit head over heels?

You can't say anything about my life anymore. That time is over.

Sorry, congrats. I'm really happy.

- Are you pregnant yet? - What? No, of course not.

Look.

The passing of time.

- Is that Lisa's father? - I think so.

He'd much rather have had a son, you can see it straight away.

Pass please?

- Do you want to know when you will die? - Yes.

One euro please.

Give me your hand.

You're going to die in a week. At six o'clock in the evening.

Seven more days, and then you die.

But I'm way too young to die.

Says who?

Or what?

Statistics.

Statistics?

- What is your name? - Timo.

- Are you lonely, Timo? - No.

Some people are very lonely and live to be very old.

The world upside down.

People would kill for your position.

Consider yourself lucky.

Idiot.

What an idiot.

Young man, what's your name again?

- Mohammed, ma'am. - Mohammed.

You're doing a good job.

- Thank you, Mrs. van den Broeck. - Just say Joke.

- Would you like a cookie? - No, thank you.

A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.

Well, have a coffee.

But you have to pour it yourself in the kitchen.

And take that pill box with you.

Have a seat.

Mohammed, you want to make money?

Well, that's what I thought too. Would you like to do something for me?

Be kind and can you...

put it in that blender with an apple and a banana?

Joke...

Here, 200 euro.

- What do you think? - 500 euro.

Death will happen naturally, Mrs. Van de Broeck.

You are worthless, did you know that?

Worthless.

And cover yourself!

All the lists you will ever need in your life.

Things to do when you have another week to live.

Spend time with your family.

Spend time with your family.

Write a letter to your loved ones.

Dear Isaac...

Hey.

You're not allowed here.

Only me.

Loser.

Yes.

This text is 200 years old and written by a white man.

What good does this do us? You're oppressing us.

Go Sabrina.

En Français?

What?

Whether you can say it in French too?

Oh, non.

Since you're probably all too stupid to move the world forward...

I will continue in Dutch.

Hell has crawled into you a long time ago, Sabrina.

What?

For girls like you, this is the peak of your existence.

This naiveté you wallow in.

What were you hoping for, when you stood up just now?

On the other side of the world, two families live in poverty...

because you want as much as possible for as little money as possible.

Your existence comes at the expense of others.

Other people have to suffer because you are insecure.

Without faith...

no hope.

Who believes in Sabrina?

T's clear. No sweets, no glutes.

Got it. How many children? 30?

I'll make something with fruit. A fruit-hedgehoc, okay?

I'm gonna make something really nice.

Thanks...

Hey Max, how are you?

Yes, excellent.

I'm home this weekend.

And I thought, let's spend some time with our son.

Oh yes, nice.

Yes, two weeks earlier than planned. I hope it isn't too much of a surprise.

Does that really work for you?

Very nice.

Until then.

Until then.

It's my pool.

It's my pool.

It's not your time yet.

- Ready for a fun weekend? - Hi mum.

- You're already back. - Max.

- What a beautiful dress. - Yes, for Jelmer.

Up he goes. See you Sunday, eh?

- How was the premiere? - Good, Süddeutsche was blazing.

Congratulations.

- You look tired. - I work hard.

Plans for the weekend?

We're going to my brother's family.

- Such a shame they can't see Jelmer. - Well...

They were so looking forward to it.

But it's not the end of the world.

No, it's not.

Jelmer, say bye to your father and Tirza.

Buddy.

- Have a nice weekend. - Bye dear, have fun.

Let's go.

Ciao. Have fun.

- What's the matter? - Nothing.

I mean, you're growing so fast.

Puberty.

Have you smoked yet?

- Have you had sex yet? - Mom...

- Do you have a girlfriend? - I could be gay.

Do you have...

- A partner? - No.

Shall I tell you something?

I'm going to tell something.

What do you want to know?

I don't know.

You can ask anything.

Dad already told me everything.

What does he know about me?

Funny.

What do you want me to ask?

Well, I don't know...

How I'm doing.

How are you?

Good.

Can I be excused?

How long haven't you seen your father?

A year, I think.

He's still alive. Dropped in last week.

He's stopped taking his meds. He 'says' he feels good.

- How does he sleep? - Awake at night.

For a few days now.

He gets a few hours of sleep during the day.

How is his Personal Budget going?

Already borrowing from other residents.

What does Hemmes say? He's with Hemmes, right?

Victor, I didn't bring you here as a doctor.

No, because then this could have been a call instead.

- He asked about you. - He needs money.

- Victor... - What should I prescribe him?

You can't solve everything with medicine, kid. I'm going for a fag.

I see a boy...

a man...

When are you a man?

Good salary, house, friends.

You could say he is successful.

With humor.

Not a bad appearance.

But still something isn't right.

It seems like he missed the boat somewhere.

But he doesn't know when.

Or where. Or what boat he was supposed to be on anyway.

Sometimes people in a relationship say: he makes me a more complete person.

Or: She enriches my life.

And then I think that the person who should have enriched my life...

died as a child.

Or met a tragic end during an adventurous holiday abroad.

And then, what is that, a more complete person?

I can't complain, I have everything.

But there are moments when I look at my life from a distance...

and then I see that it is actually one big struggle against myself.

And then you die, and some people cry at your funeral.

I just can't imagine this is it.

And if you were to sit here opposite yourself on this couch...

what would you like to say to yourself?

Stand up.

Stop whining, make the most of it!

You have every opportunity to make something of it.

We think we have everything under control.

But we sometimes forget...

that something can just happen to us.

We often refuse to accept that.

Maybe that's a way in.

Acceptance.

No, there is no heaven.

Not even for children?

When you die you cease to exist.

There is nothing.

What happens then?

Your body decomposes when you're buried.

Or you'll be cremated. The choice is yours.

Cremate me then.

How would you remember me?

Children don't die before their parents.

Sometimes they do.

- Very rarely. - In 0.133% of the cases.

I have yet to become famous.

Famous?

So that people will remember me.

But I will remember you.

But that's not enough. 'Cos you're gonna die too one day.

Listen, Timo.

And listen well.

You're not special.

Keep that in mind.

It makes life a lot easier.

You're not special.

Do you understand?

Just think about it while you sleep.

I'm so glad you came.

- I've got a killer headache. - No worries.

Nice to see Jelmer again.

- Hey Jelmer. - Hi.

How are you? You have lost weight.

You gained weight.

- Okay, good. - Sorry I...

I'm not sleeping well.

Dad stopped taking his meds. Grandma wants...

I thought you didn't want to speak to him?

Nobody wants to talk to him. That's why they call me. Grandma...

Can this be done another time? 'Cause I just can't...

Fine, fine, fine...

Fine.

No, it's okay. It's fine, I mean it.

Sorry.

It's nice that you're there at least for Jelmer.

No problem.

But the photoshoot is the last thing I will do.

I know, it will, indeed. But it's stated in my contract.

Marina can do it. She's free, she knows the part.

Come on, she has grown.

Annette?

I'm so sorry Michael.

The doctor says I have a burn out. I just can't do it.

You're my agent, goddammit. Do your fucking job!

Is he completely insane?

- Victor is worried about you, ma'am. - Worried?

Why doesn't he drain the whole thing? Well, I'll tell you.

So he can sell it with the pool when I'm dead.

The he can parade with his new boyfriend. Yes, you heard right.

You're not here because you're good at your job, but because you're a piece of meat.

How does that feel, Mohammed? How does that feel?

That you're just fun to look at?

XXL Dominant, for all your fantasies.

If you...

If you want to be fucked hard, please let me know.

Johan.

Want your first experience to be relaxed and extremely horny?

Look no further because I'm everything you're looking for in a man!

Sweet, patient and attentive.

It doesn't matter if this is your first time with a guy...

or you've already got experience!

Your experience with me will be great, guaranteed!

Hello.

- Hello, how nice to have you here. - How are you?

Long time no see.

Hey, buddy.

Here, look.

Lemper from Auntie Gladys, or from Gaby.

That looks good, but no, thanks.

- Was it a nice weekend? - Yes, he grows so fast.

- Will you stay for dinner? - No, I have to catch my flight.

Yes, of course.

- Where are you going now? - New York, Il barbiere di Siviglia.

A terrible maestro, but I'll be back in four weeks.

It was nice that I could spend some time with Jelmer. Thanks.

I'm proud of you.

Jelmer, can you come...

say goodbye?

Can you think of something fun to do next time?

I love you.

I love you too.

Will you say hello to Tirza for me?

I will certainly do.

What?

I love you.

He despises me.

What do you mean?

Sorry.

No nothing.

I love you too.

I have to go.

Lots of fun. See you soon.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Is there something else I could tell you about me.

Timo, your breakfast.

Musa?

Your bread.

Thank you.

Can you deal with Timo?

Timo, listen to your mother.

What is 'making love'?

That is...

saying that you love each other without words.

How can you say something without words?

You know that automatically.

Show me.

You know I love you, right?

That is with words.

Your mother made your sandwich because she loves you.

You can say without words that you love her by eating your sandwiches.

I love you too.

I'm off.

Do you want me to come home?

What do you mean?

Do you want me to come home?

Yes, please.

Okay. See you tonight.

Bye, Mom.

Your treat.

- Here. - No sweets?

No, the school doesn't allow that.

And I'm not that popular as it is.

Everything is temporary.

Except death.

So this was your last birthday?

Yes, life goes fast.

- When are you going to die again? - In three days.

Do you think it hurts?

It is still unclear how I'm gonna die, but I've got a fairly high pain threshold.

- I don't want you to die. - Me neither.

- I have a plan! - A plan?

We're going somewhere where nothing can happen.

We leave as early as possible and cycle as far as we can.

Smart!

Musa, Wart would like to speak to you.

Can you make it in about ten minutes? It's important.

I knew it, I knew it. He really is a creep.

- He always looks at my tits. - Yes, mine too.

How long will he not have had sex for?

Do you think his wife still gives him blowjobs?

Oh my god... She must be ugly.

I'm not gonna have sex after I'm thirty.

For how much would you do him?

Blowjob?

Everything.

I think...

Sorry we kept you waiting.

Musa...

Well, sit down.

I'm glad you're here. How is your wife?

Still enjoying your her work?

Yes.

Okay, to the point. Sabrina from 4B has accused you of sexual abuse.

She claims you "pushed your pants" against her when she had to stay late last week.

Unfortunately for Sabrina, we have found camera footage...

which shows that you have not moved from your place.

The reason why she's done this remains unclear.

Her story also appears to have holes in it.

She's just a weird girl. Confused.

So the good news is that you didn't do anything.

And now the bad news.

She's quite popular. I don't like her, you know.

And neither does Cindy.

But many children think differently.

It may be that "the rumor" could be a bit "persistent".

Now, I've thought about how we can best tackle this.

And we, the board...

have come to the conclusion that it would be better if you took leave.

Paid of course.

Naturally, we'll do everything we can to spread the truth.

But we can hardly publish a headline in the school paper:

'Musa Melik is not a pedophile.'

That would be counterproductive. And no-one benefits.

You could sue her for slander.

But do we want that?

She's already been expelled from school, of course.

She probably has borderline.

We don't have to make it any harder for her.

Puberty is hard enough...

and publicity wouldn't be convenient either.

The best thing for everyone right now is if you temporarily disappear from school.

And then you come back when everything is forgotten.

Or if you want something different with your life, you apply elsewhere.

That's also possible.

Congratulations, an absolutely iconic debut.

So young and talented. You've got a bright future ahead of you.

And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen,

an absolutely stunning performance.

Such power, such control. You saw it here first.

Stay tuned, next up we're interviewing last years winning...

Okay, there we go.

Look at me, look at the lens, look beside me.

Yes, great.

Are you okay?

Yes, very good.

Concentrate, Annika.

- Sorry. - That's okay.

Annika?

Your taxi is 15 minutes late.

Oh, okay.

Could I perhaps have a cigarette?

Of course.

Here.

And I gave my singing

to the stars in heaven which then shined more beautifully

in my hour of sorrow.

Why, why, Lord.

Why do you repay me so?

Let's go.

Come.

Come.

I'll bring copies for everyone.

That's already done. Thanks, bye.

Good morning, Hannah.

So in this case the entire asset will remain in Yand BV.

And Yand BV will be transferred to mister Wilsons.

Holding entity by means of a shared deal, in stead of the proposed acid deal.

Upon transfer, Yand BV can subsequently be included in the existing tax group..

decreasing administrative burdens.

- Impressive. - Thank you.

Hannah, is there anything you'd like to ask?

So mister Dawley, you have good papers and matching skills. So have many others.

What would you say you bring to the office, besides the usual?

Well, I'm a master baker. My dad was the best in his town, so...

I'll bake you something sweet first day at the office.

Well, I think this meeting is finished.

We will have a parner meeting in a couple of days.

There we will discuss our findings.

But just for you to know: we are very positive.

Hannah, will you take those cups for me?

Yes, of course.

Hey.

You hate them.

What makes you different?

I see you.

And what do you see?

A lack of confidence.

Something fell asleep a long time ago.

Join me for dinner.

No, thanks.

Goddamnit.

Are you happy now?

Why are you standing around like that?

Yes, you. Why are you standing around?

You all just do what you want to do, right?

Fucking around...

outsource the children and pay off your obligations...

while drinking champagne.

So greedy and so disappointed in life.

You have no idea.

Have you any idea what I want?

Well?

No.

No.

For starters you wouldn't be standing next to me.

You retarded piece of shit.

Don't have a show to perform?

No, no, I canceled. I didn't feel like it.

You didn't feel like it? I'm surprised you can pull that off.

Well, in six weeks I'll be back in Sydney.

- Can you cut me some slack? - It's just interest, you know.

Anyway, go and see grandma, she wants to die.

She recently jumped into the pool and almost drowned.

I had a fence installed and then a statue was found in it.

- A what? - From an ostrich, big bird.

Enormous, Really heavy.

Nobody knows where it came from. Nobody misses an ostrich.

- That poor woman. - I hate her.

What are you actually looking for?

Why?

You already have that, right?

I know a very good designer.

- Fits perfectly with your new identity. - I don't have a new identity.

You are so...

so invisible.

Maybe I want to stay invisible.

I'll send a card to grandma.

Go visit, you have time now.

I haven't seen her in years. It feels so contrived.

She'd really like it.

- She wants to die. - Because she no longer has anyone.

I don't have anyone either.

You have thousands of fans all over the world kissing your feet.

We'll figure it out, thank you.

You think I'm being egocentric again?

You wanted to discuss something.

Listen.

Okay, something strange is going on.

You'll probably think I've gone crazy...

but I don't know who else to tell, I have to tell someone.

And then you call me? Are you after a diagnosis?

No, I want you to listen to me as a brother, not as a psychiatrist.

Okay.

For a while now I have been seeing a woman at unexpected moments.

And I can't see her face.

I just keep running into her somehow.

She's always on the other side of the road, but this week I saw her face.

We look exactly alike.

Eyes, ears, everything. And now comes the surprising thing.

It seems like...

like I know her.

I feel her.

It's me.

Only...

Only different.

I think you're burned-out.

That you're at least quite stressed.

You look bad.

You haven't 'just taken a break', but you don't want to admit it yet.

Be kind to yourself. Accept it.

You don't have to go to grandma's, but now you're distracting yourself with noise.

What then?

Unconsciously, for yourself. Go talk to a psychologist.

Get everything in order. You do lead a bizarre life.

What's that, a bizarre life?

You know what I mean.

Always on the move, people who do everything for you.

It's easy to lose sight of reality.

The daily reality of ordinary people.

- Your daily reality. - Among others.

- Of ordinary people. - Yes.

I don't feel like shopping anymore. Let's go.

Fine. I'll try this on first.

- Yes. - This one?

Both. And don't forget those heels. I want them all.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Hi, this is Hannah.

How are you?

I was wondering...

is the offer still standing?

Thank you.

Cheers.

How did you end up here anyway?

I never knew anyone who wanted to be an HR manager as a teenager.

Of course no one ever though about being a manager.

Come on, tell me.

Well...

I wanted to be an opera star.

I once saw Kiri Te Kanawa, do you know her?

The opera star from New Zealand, right?

Yes, I'm impressed.

I, eh...

I saw her singing on television...

- And I was struck by lightning. - Every girl wants to be a star.

I was selected for the Royal College of Music in London.

What happened?

I... I didn't go.

Imagine what could have been...

Do you regret it?

No.

- So are you still scared? - Why should I be scared?

Well, because you're stuck in an unhappy marriage.

I don't have an unhappy marriage.

Are you scared of me?

Answer me.

A little.

Do you like it?

- Yes. - Good.

You should be.

Strip for me like a hooker.

I'll show you. Here we go.

Oh no...

It's allright.

Do you want to be held?

- Do you want to be slapped? - No.

- Do you want to slap me? - No.

Right here?

That felt so good.

Sorry, but you made this such a sad night.

Mom?

Timo, what's wrong?

I'm going to Isaac.

I'm staying overnight.

Oh yes, of course.

If you get homesick, call Dad, okay?

He will come and pick you up.

Why are you crying?

I've never seen you cry.

I was watching the news.

Take good care of yourself, okay?

Mom.

Yes.

I forgive you.

I forgive you!

Forgive your loved ones.

...between our eyes and bellies, yes.

O but how many in their solitude weep aloud like me.

On the bridge over Republican River. Almost in tear

To know how to speak the right language.

On the frosty broad road uphill.

Between highway embankments.

I search for the language that is also yours.

Almost all our language has been taxed by war.

Radio antennae high tension wires.

Ranging from Junction City across the plains.

Mohammed?

Mohammed!

Yes?

Answer the phone, will you?

Van den Broeck residence.

Yes, she...

She is sleeping.

Can I take a message?

I'll pass it on.

Thank you.

Well, what's going on?

Otto van den Broeck...

Your son.

He died.

Car accident.

I never wanted children. Never, never, never, never.

No one ever asked what I wanted.

Why did I have to be a woman?

Why did I have to be a woman?

Mrs. van den Broeck?

Hi, Victor, right?

That's right.

Johan, nice to meet you.

Come on in.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Lovely house.

- Nice and cozy. - Yes.

Well, it is, yes.

Hang on, I'm really uncomfortable.

- Did you furnish it yourself? - Yes.

Good taste.

Well, what...

You have beautiful eyes, you know that?

Thank you.

You too.

How are you feeling?

How am I feeling?

Is it your first time?

Yes...

Exciting?

Yes.

Shall I massage you?

Okay...

How do you want me to...

Just turn around.

Just say if you want to stop.

Yes.

Is it with kissing?

Sure.

Excuse me.

Yes, what?

Okay.

Yes...

Yes...

I have a few more patients and I'll be there in a few hours.

No, sorry, I have a really important meeting. Bye.

My grandmother passed away.

Yes, she wanted to die, but...

Shall I take off my pants?

Fine.

And now?

- Shall I give you a blow job? - Shall I give you a blow job?

Leave it to me.

Yes what?

Yes, that's who you're talking to.

Yes.

This, this...

That overwhelms me.

Tomorrow morning, yes.

Yes, that's okay.

Thank you.

Horrible.

Victor?

- Victor? - Yes?

My father.

My father passed away.

What?

Two more minutes.

Is there anything else on your list?

'Make love'.

Do they mean to fuck?

Oh yeah, probably.

Have you ever kissed?

Yes. You?

- No. - Oh.

Dear Isaac, you're my best friend. Greet, Timo.

How long do you have left until you die?

Thirty seconds.

Close your eyes.

Thank you.

Maybe the prediction was about someone else?

And I gave my singing

to the stars in heaven which then shined more beautifully

in my hour of sorrow.

Why, why, Lord.

Why do you repay me so?

Annika plays Hannah. Based on a true events.

Couldn't you text me that you were already in? It's freezing outside.

- Victor? - What on earth are you wearing?

That isn't premiere attire! She is one of the biggest stars.

- Who? - Do you have the tickets?

The tickets.

Ah, great seats. Super!

Row seven.

Really great seats.

Victor...

This is the woman I was talking about...

This must be quite familiar to you.

Maybe you don't see it right away or you don't want to see it...

but sooner or later you'll understand what I feel.

You want it so badly.

They could cut off your hand. So badly.

You think that over time we understand each other better...

but sooner or later you understand what I feel.

That you wake up and look at the person lying next to you...

and can't remember the last time you missed him.

You wanted it so badly, so badly. Not to have to miss him.

Now he's here and you miss that he's somewhere else.

I could be somewhere else.

You don't even love yourself the way you'd once hoped you'd be loved...

later on.

Sooner or later you'll understand what I mean.

That you have been hollowed out because you wanted so badly.

I wanted it myself. I was there myself.

And now reduced to a tragic wife.

Waiting for her husband to come home to tell him that she...

is going to leave him.

That's where this story begins.

He'll be home on a count of five...

- Five. - Mom!

Four. Three.

Two.

One.

I slept with someone else.

Okay.

Wine?

'Why did you do that?' Would be a good question.

Why did you do that?

Why do you think I did it?

It's completely natural to feel the need to be with someone else.

Monogamy is a concept.

Who have you slept with then?

What was it like?

If you want to feel something...

you should do it yourself.

Why doesn't it bother you?

I am not the only thing that makes you unhappy.

- What? - Your choices.

You made the wrong choices and you can't accept it.

So many disappointments.

We're ants, Hannah.

We contribute to a greater good.

What are you talking about?

Resistance.

We're getting older and the future is running out.

The art is to embrace it.

My body is in decline...

and I embrace it.

Impotence frees me, I don't fight it.

You have resistance to everything, because you actually want to be somewhere else.

But you don't dare.

Admit it, Hannah.

Admit I was second choice.

Admit you wanted another life.

Embrace it.

This is your reality.

You have chosen this.

The disgust you feel now...

is a choice.

It's actually quite simple.

Embrace it.

There's beauty in suffering too.

Do you think it counts as a near-death experience?

No.

It feels like I've been given a second chance.

- Timo. - Yes?

You're also my best friend.

I would also like to thank you on behalf of my sister Annika for your presence...

on this doubly sad day.

There is nothing more tragic than losing two family members...

from different generations within a short time of each other.

Otto was Joke's only son.

And his father, her husband Jouke...

died twelve years ago from esophageal cancer.

From what I understand it wasn't a happy family.

The stories we heard sporadically, didn't lie.

My father had to sleep in the shed...

when he didn't finish his plate.

And sometimes he was forced to stay in his room for days...

if she simply didn't feel like being around him.

But he can't say that anymore.

And nor could he, because he was scared.

Scared of his own mother.

If Otto hadn't died...

and would be standing where I am today...

he would say: You were a bad mother.

And he would be right too.

But he can't stand here. I'm standing here now.

Otto van den Broeck, my father, had a tough life.

The past ten years we've barely spoken to each other on an equal basis.

As most of you know...

a bipolar disorder and drinking and drug addiction ruined his life.

And it's sad that he had to end his life with the darkest period.

Before that he lived in freedom.

He went everywhere all over the world making friends.

He was broke sometimes, but he always managed to come out on top.

We just weren't there.

I have little or no memories of him growing up.

He came back into our lives when we were teenagers.

Not because we needed him, but because he needed us.

He wasn't there for me as a father.

He didn't want me as a son.

Never.

If I've learned anything from the two of you, it's that life can be pretty unfair.

I hope you both have finally found peace.

Well, grandma came across just fine.

Promise me you won't speech when I die.

- Was it that bad? - Yes, really.

Excuse me.

Busted.

- You scared me to death. - I won't tell anyone.

I don't do funerals well.

Can I have one too?

Yes, of course.

Just when you think you know someone.

I was still in love with him for a long time.

A few years even.

He's such a rare character.

One who makes you wanna become a better person.

I don't really know what's going on in Jelmer's mind.

What he really likes.

But can you promise me that you'll always listen to him?

Yes.

Thank you.

They can count themselves lucky with you.

So that you know.

'The meaning of life is that it ends.' Franz Kafka.

See, he's kind of your type.

Annika.

- Hey. - Hi, how are you today?

Fine, I have my brother with me again.

- Hello. - Oh, but I remember you.

- Thomas? - Victor.

- Almost correct. - Yes.

- Will you come with me? - Yes.

- He speaks Japanese. - Yes.

And it turns out he can cook very well.

- And has already replaced half of my wardrobe. - Yes, I see it.

Yeah, not this one.

- And for work? - Social services.

He absolutely loved meeting you.

Tell him he has terrible timing, I'm about to die.

No, that's nice to hear.

Speaking of which, he wanted to pick out some designer clothes...

when you kicked the bucket.

Already a man after my own heart.

Take it easy.

How long has she lived here?

Sixty years.

Bizarre.

What a life.

Those are those boxes I was talking about.

Have a look if there's something for you.

What's in them?

They're from cupboards in the attic.

You want coffee or tea?

I'll have some tea.

From Annika for dad.

For Victor's wedding

Vic?

- Yes. - Have you seen this?

'For Victor's wedding'.

Hey, sweet boy.

Did I wake you?

Is that why you look so angry?

Geez, grumpy.

Look, dear people.

Just look at the camera.

Don't you want to participate?

We're doing this for you, you know?

This is a video for a very important day for you.

I don't know when you'll watch this, but...

I have a feeling that if you're watching this...

that you are sitting next to a very beautiful, sweet lady.

With whom you're going to marry.

Yes, you will get married one day.

You don't believe that yet, but it will happen someday.

Hey, dear boy. Don't grow up too fast, mind you.

You really are my little man.

Dear bridal couple, I just want to tell you this way...

I wish you a very nice day.

And enjoy each other, love one another.

If you love each other, that's more than half the battle.

So hold each other tight today and for the rest of your lives.

Bye, dear people.

You don't have to forgive him.

If you ever get married...

can I be your bridesmaid?

Yes, yes.

I'm going to miss you very much.

I will miss you too.

IDYLLIC

a film by AARON ROOKUS