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- Patrick.
- Patrick.

Honestly! I told you,
put the suntan lotion in.

I can see it from here.
Patrick.

- It's not in here.
- It is.

- Patrick.
- Hi, Patrick.

Patrick.

Hello, Patrick.

- Patrick.
- Patrick.

Chantal, Bernard.

There you go.

- Well?
- That's not good.

What have I got left?
Eleven, twelve and twenty.

If I were you, I'd take eleven.

- OK?
- OK.

It's nice.

Can you pass me some bread, son?

Thank you.

Patrick says
one of his hammers is missing.

He probably left it somewhere, eh?

He says he didn't.

It can't have just vanished, can it?

Come on, let's go and see
what Herman the windbag has to say.

Is it about that water again?

What do you think?

So, what's on the agenda?
It's… the showers. Right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The last two showers at the back
still aren't working.

Correction. The last shower does work
but there is only cold water.

Yes, correction. That's true.

The last shower at the back does work
but the water is cold.

- That is…
- I'm just saying what's written here.

As chairman I'm obliged to
adhere to the items on the agenda.

Too much water is being wasted.
How often do I have to tell you?

That may be true. But how often
have we been without water this summer?

Do I have to tell you
how it works, Herman?

You need money.

There's enough money in the till,
isn't there?

You always have things under control.

That's all gone on the generator
and the lights here.

I think it'd be handy to have
an overview of the admin, the bookkeeping.

I think
there's too much thinking being done.

There isn't any money.

And no big jobs will be carried out,
we'll just carry on as we are.

Is that clear?

Patrick?

Patrick?

Come on.

Thirty-five.

I thought we could maybe
run a bath this evening.

- See you later.
- See you later.

Goddammit, Patrick. You're so hot!

Sorry about Herman.
He's really wound up.

Due to that business
with the till and stuff.

- Nice chair.
- Yeah.

I just need to oil it.

Here. It's apricot.

Hi. I'm looking for Dustin Apollo.

Nathalie?

Yes.

He's at 35.

We're here.

Thanks.

Hold on. I'll take you.

- You're naked.
- Yes.

- Is it obligatory?
- No, you can do whatever you want.

Sorry.

Thanks, thank you.

- Hello?
- Patrick?

He's dead.

They're bringing me home.

- Oh, Patrick.
- Mon.

- Are you OK, son?
- Yes.

I heard he was taken to St Joseph's.

It's a good hospital.

- Yes.
- Yes.

It can't be easy for you, running
everything all by yourself now, eh?

Are you sure you're OK, son?

I've lost my hammer.

If there's one thing I learned
during all my years in the force,

it's that things don't just disappear.

Either someone took it or you mislaid it.
But it didn't run off.

Use method and logic to find it.

Remember where you last
left the hammer lying around.

Where? When? Who was there?

And, above all, don't let yourself
be guided by your emotions. Never.

Because if you let your emotions
guide you, you lose all objectivity.

Then you start looking in the wrong places,
in the wrong direction.

Believe me.
And that's not good.

- Oh, Patrick. Good morning, son.
- Hello, Bert.

- Cup of coffee?
- No, thank you. I've just had some.

How's the old man doing?
Is he chasing the nurses around yet?

- Eh?
- He's dead.

- What did you say?
- I came to see if I left my hammer here.

What?

I came to see if I left my hammer here.

I…

I don't know…
uh, Patrick, go and take a look.

I thought I may have left it behind
when I made that built-in cupboard.

Rudy. Goddammit.

No.

No.

No.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

I can't believe it.

I didn't find it.

Patrick.

Patrick.

My condolences, Patrick.
To you and your mother and…

Sabrina can't believe it.
I keep telling her it's true.

- But… she doesn't believe me.
- Patrick.

Patrick?

Patrick?

I've lost my hammer.

Hi.

Hi.

Um…

Patrick.

There's a quarrel going on at number 35.

Oh, Patrick.

Patrick, I know the area of each pitch can
change every year, as can the boundary,

but the party in question has to
be informed before the end of April.

- You have to communicate, pal.
- Yeah.

- I'm not exactly sure what you mean.
- Which number is this here? Eh?

- 35.
- 35. 35.

Patrick, you know Michael likes us
to put him there.

Besides, how long have we been asking you
to keep 36 free? Eh?

Yeah…

Maybe I wrote it down wrongly
or something.

Wrote it down wrongly, Patrick?
For God's sake.

She'll just have to…
You'll just have to move your tent.

- It's as simple as that.
- No. I'm not moving it…

Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey, hey.
Joséee. Joséee, Wilfried.

Take it easy.

I don't need to tell you
we're all stressed out, eh?

After what happened to Rudy.

Patrick already has
enough to deal with, OK?

I suggest that we give the young couple
Helga's caravan in compensation.

She died last year.
What do you reckon?

Thank you very much.

How are you doing?

We're all really upset
about Rudy's death.

Really upset.

Liliane too… She is.

If you need anything, Patrick,
then… Eh?

I no longer sell your hammer, Patrick.

I've changed supplier and
they no longer do this brand.

I've got lots of others. Steel ones,
titanium ones, everything you could want.

I know saying this
isn't good for business but…

It's true it's not the same.

OK, seeing as it's you.

I'll call Brussels.

Hello, Géerôome?

Yes. Tell me, the Teigler 5-23D hammer
series, do you still do them?

Yes, please. Go ahead.

He's going to look in the catalogue.

Yes.

If he hasn't got any, then that's it.

Yes, go ahead. Yes.

Yeah?

Oh, right.

Yes, OK. Yeah, yeah.

Yes.

Yes. Perfect. Yes. Thank you.
Have a good day. Right.

They stopped making that model
six years ago.

It's no longer in the catalogue.

I'm sorry. I would have liked to have been
able to tell you differently.

But there you are.

You're thinking that a lovely series of
twelve with a new hammer among them

isn't right. I know,
I thought the same thing, Patrick.

I said to myself
he may as well buy a whole new set.

Go on, try it. Go on.

It will never be the same, of course.

Take it, try it out a bit.
Take it home for a week or two and…

8 P.M. — BIG LAKE
I KNOW WHERE YOUR HAMMER IS!

Patrick.

Where is my hammer?

- I didn't put my name on that note.
- Where's my hammer, Wilfried?

I can put my caravan here for free
for two whole summers.

One summer.

And 35 and 36 are always for me,
no exception.

OK.

Where is my hammer?

- Wilfried. Patrick.
- Henk.

Uh, come in, Patrick.

I don't know how to put it, Patrick.

I wanted to make a little table for the TV
and I've got my own tools, of course,

but I thought,
with the long bolts, I thought…

Patrick's hammer would be ideal
and then I took it.

Sorry, Patrick.

I apologise.

Where is it now?

I was using it.
I went for a coffee.

It was lying there on the table.

And when I got back
it wasn't there anymore.

I will make it up to you, Patrick.

I promise I will.

Honestly.

They stopped making that series
six years ago.

Tell me what you want, Patrick.
Anything, I'll do it.

I just hope our relationship won't…

Oh, hi, Patrick. What a nice surprise.
Want to stay to dinner? There's plenty.

Sabrina. I borrowed Patrick's hammer
without asking.

Did you?

- And now I've lost it.
- Typical.

It was there on the table.

Oh, the hammer on the table?
I used it. I took it.

Dustin was putting a tent up and
didn't have anything for the pegs

so I fetched the hammer.

- Sabrina says you've got my hammer.

Hammer?

Oh, that hammer? Was it yours?
I gave it back.

To Sabrina?

- She says she gave it back.
- To me?

- I put it back on that tree trunk.
- Then it must still be there, eh?

Patrick.
I really am sorry about this.

- Anyone could have taken it.
- These things happen, Patrick.

Come on.

I'll put a rope up.

That'll make it easier.

Did you know your father had a lover?

No.

A man.

- Have you already eaten?
- Lasagna at Liliane's.

I'll be in the workshop.

I thought we'd arranged to meet
this evening.

Look, Patrick. I don't know
what you've been doing all day.

Looking for that hammer or whatever,

but I can tell you now

it won't bring your father back.

You are going through
an existential phase

caused by your father's death.

And that manifests itself in your search
for that stupid hammer of yours.

I am your distraction, Patrick.

Not that hammer.

Let it go, eh?

Let Herman look after the campsite.

Then everything can go back to being like it was.

Come on, Patrick.

Eh? Then I'll rub you in again.

I'm just trying to
find my hammer, Liliane.

You won't get your father back
that way, Patrick.

I really do feel bad about your hammer.

If I'd known it was yours…

- Are you worried they'll blow away?
- It's for my mother.

May I see?

Patrick.

It's really nice here.

Who does the furniture belong to?

To me.

Did you make those?

Yes.

Who for?

For myself.

They're beautiful.

Can I buy a chair off you?

- Yes, but you don't need to pay for it.
- Of course I do.

Did you train to do this?

No.

I just tinker a bit.

That's not true, Patrick.

You're really talented.

I know someone who sells
designer furniture in Brussels.

If they were to see what you…

And you sleep here too?

It's handy.

Do you think you'll find it?

I don't know.

Patrick? My condolences, pal.

Did you see my hammer
on the tree trunk?

No. But I'll keep my eyes open.

Hi. You don't happen to have seen
my hammer lying there?

No.

What about Gunter? He's often
on the veranda. Maybe he saw something?

No. Gunter's in Brussels.
Do you know what he's gone to do?

He's with his friend from Switzerland.

I knew you enjoyed your food.

All those jars of jam Liliane makes
specially for you, eh darling?

Right. I'm going to
start on the dessert.

Is everything going OK
with the campsite? Yeah?

Have you given any thought to what you want to do with it?

Rudy has left us with lots of
questions and uncertainties, of course.

But what I'm most concerned about today

is Patrick.

Believe it or not,
but I'm thinking of Patrick

and imagining I'm Patrick.

Then I close my eyes…

I'm sitting there on the sofa,
for example, then I close my eyes

and I become Patrick.

Then I think exactly how Patrick thinks.

Then I see everything
that's going on in that head.

Matters of vital importance,
too many to mention,

but one question keeps reoccurring.

Can I cope with running the campsite?
Yes? No?

And do I want to?

That's the second question.

Because now we're getting to
the heart of the matter.

Does Patrick want this?

I don't think
this will make Patrick happy.

Yeah, I think…

- I think…
- I understand.

I understand. Of course I understand.

How shall I put it?
It's a deadlock.

I'm familiar with the conflicting feelings
fighting each other inside you.

And I want to help you.

I want to take that weight
off your shoulders.

Let me just tell you what I mean.

I want to buy the campsite.

- I can't do anything about that.
- Don't give me an answer yet.

That's not necessary.
I realise you want to think about it.

I know the campsite has
always belonged to your family.

- Right. Guys, look.
- Yeah.

I hope it's OK. There you are.

- I'm not hungry anymore.
- Nothing has to change for you, Patrick.

You can carry on living here and
we don't need to charge you rent.

No, of course not. Everything just
stays as it is. Of course.

I think it's best if you don't
say anything to Nelly for now.

Because it's about you, of course.

Eh?

That's too big.

Patrick, are you OK?

- They used my hammer.
- What?

- They broke in.
- Why?

The money has been stolen from the till.

The money has been stolen from the till?

People cross the border,
commit three or four burglaries

and then cross back over the border again.

There have already been a number
this year.

Perhaps I'm getting old but it seems to
happen more and more as the years go by.

They used my hammer.

I don't think so, Patrick.

Most of the time
these people bring their own tools.

Their own screwdriver,
their own crowbar, their own hammer.

Sometimes even their own shoehorn.

They used…

my hammer.

And they injured themself.

People, we all know that
since Rudy died

our beloved campsite has
gone downhill fast.

And I think
we should be honest about that.

Yeah?

It's all down to an uncertain void
that has been created.

And a lack of leadership on the site
after Rudy's death.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Wilfried, we're not here
to start pointing fingers at people.

It isn't easy, of course.

It isn't all black and white, of course.

And that is why I,
and my wife too,

have the deepest respect for Patrick's feelings

and the mourning process
he is going through at present.

But, at the same time…

At the same time I have realised
that our summers are at risk.

I don't need to tell anyone here

what worrying things have happened
on our beloved site today.

Not that long ago we were told here in this room

that there was no money in the till.

Yesterday we heard, as if by magic, that
the contents of the till had been stolen.

I'm assuming there actually were contents.

And if that is the case,
then I'm wondering what's going on.

Are we being lied to on purpose?

If so, people,
we have reached a certain limit.

We are entitled to clarity.
It is our campsite.

It is our money.
And it is our future.

Which is why my wife and I,
after careful consideration,

Thought we would put
a very personal proposal…

- You really think they agreed?
- Yes.

- Really?
- Yes, you saw so too.

They applauded you.
That's what you wanted, isn't it? Eh?

Yes. But I saw Joséee and… and Sabrina
looking. I thought, "Well…"

They don't understand what it's all about
but… you made some very good points

and finally told it as it is for once.

I really can't believe
we're actually doing this, Lil.

No. We are doing it.

I'm exhausted.

- Go to bed then, eh?
- Yeah.

Shall I run a bath?

Do you know how much I love you, Lil?

Lil?

Do you know how happy you make me
when I see that look in your eyes?

And I know I can still…

make you feel so proud.

- Herman. Herman.
- Liliane.

- You've been drinking. Go and…
- My Lil.

Yeah.

Come on, let's run a bath, darling. Eh?

Shall I run a bath? Eh?

What? What's the matter?

Liliane.

Sorry.

I just needed to lie down for a bit.

Did you hear what that Herman was saying?

Don't let them push you around like that.

What do you think of Dustin?

I've given up my life for that guy.

Did you know I studied law?

And now…

It will get better, eh?

Do you think so?

We're the same, Patrick.

We have to learn to
stand up for ourselves.

You've got far too much talent.

To allow it to go to waste for…

for those idiots.

- Herman.
- Hi.

Hello, Herman.

Herman.

- Hello.
- Herman.

Herman.

- Wilfried.
- Herman.

- Well. It's a lovely day, isn't it?
- Certainly is.

- Joséee, hi.
- Herman.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Well?
- I've removed it all…

- Lil.
- Yes.

- Who is it?
- It's Patrick.

Oh. Just the man I need.

- Come in, Patrick.
- No, thank you.

If you give me my hammer back
I won't tell anyone what you did.

I haven't got your hammer.

- Your blood is on the door, Herman.
- What?

You forced the door with my hammer
and hurt your hand

and then you stole that money
to show I can't do it but I can do it.

- And I also know how things stand.
- You're giving me the creeps.

- You think I stole that money?
- And my hammer.

Why would I do that?

You think I stole that money so everyone
can see you can't run the campsite.

- Come in.
- Give it back.

I just burned my hand on the oven,
Patrick.

I'd baked a chocolate cake. I used some of
that delicious apricot jam too.

- There's some left…
- You're lying, Herman. You're lying.

- You're lying. Where is my hammer?
- Patrick…

Have you gone crazy?

Has a fuse blown in that head of yours?

Have you got any idea…
how strange you are?

I don't have to do anything to show
you can't cope with the campsite, do I?

You're doing that all by yourself.

Even your father knew
you were unfit to do it.

Did you think he wasn't
ashamed of you, Patrick?

A son who's still living at home aged 40,
a flabby…

lazy guy with no ambition?

What do you do all day, Patrick?

Thirty… Thirty…

- What did you say, Patrick?
- Thirty-eight. Not forty.

People like you are the reason why
the world is such a fucking mess

and I feel like puking
when I look at you.

Stop. Stop it, stop it.

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell. I'm going to
stick your head down the toilet.

Down the toilet, you fat bastard.

Fucking hell.

That's enough now! Let go of him.

- Get in there.
- Let go. Herman. Let go.

Patrick. I've got it.

Patrick. I've found your hammer.

He was planning to leave
with the money and everything.

I thought he'd been acting strangely
for a while. I followed him…

and was just able to stop him.

I beat it all out of him.

Go on.

Didn't I say I'd make it up to you?

I took the money out of the till.

He'd promised me.

Your father, he'd promised me.

We were going to start again together.

We were going to be happy together.

Rudy.

Did you use my hammer?

What did you say?

Did you use my hammer?

Yes, I used your hammer.

Where is it now?

I just…

I put it back where I found it.

There you are, there it is.

- That's not my hammer.
- Well…

Hey.

Patrick.

Patrick.

I told him he could keep the money.

I'm leaving for Brussels to morrow
with Stephanie, after the funeral.

Are you shaking your head?

- For how long?
- Two weeks.

And if I like it, I'll stay for longer.

What about me?

Son, you're not a little kid anymore,
are you? What is all this?

Do whatever you feel like doing, eh?

The campsite belonged to your father.
Now it belongs to you.

Do whatever you want with it.
Sell it, build apartments on it, blow it up.

I couldn't care less.

Don't worry.
It's just procedure.

These men do things their way
but I asked them to wait outside

because I needed to have a bit of a chat
with Patrick first.

That's it.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Before you say that, listen to me first

and then, importantly, say nothing.

These men found this hammer in Brussels,
next to a body.

It would seem this hammer smashed
someone's skull in. A Swiss guy's.

- It's my hammer.
- No.

They made inquiries and
discovered this model was no longer made.

Worse, this model was
no longer in circulation.

They went from the manufacturer to the
distributor to the shop in the village.

And what did they learn
in that shop?

That Patrick's hammer had disappeared.
The same model.

I thought, "I know Patrick.
I'll go and have a chat with him."

- It's definitely not Patrick's hammer.
- It is, it's mine.

It can't be Patrick's hammer because if
it is, Patrick is going to be in trouble.

If it is Patrick's hammer I will be
obliged by law to put Patrick in prison

for several days as a precaution while
they find out who did it. Understand?

It's my hammer.

I'm explaining to you
why it can't be your hammer, Patrick.

You will go to prison.

It's sorted. It's not his hammer.
He's never seen it before.

Is that your hammer, sir?

Patrick?

Does this hammer belong to you?

Yes.

Patrick.

I know you don't want a lawyer but…
I can't just sit here and watch.

Apparently no one at the campsite saw you
at the time the murder occurred.

They've worked out that you had plenty
of time to drive to Brussels and back.

Why are you doing this to yourself?

I know you didn't do it.

Patrick?

It's as if we are all
trying something out…

while you are just… being yourself.

And…

that is beautiful to see, Patrick.

They've arrested the person who did it.
It was Gunter, Florence's son.

He took your hammer, he took it
to Brussels. He's admitted everything.

- Oh, that's great news.
- Can I talk to you, Patrick?

Patrick.

You'll never see your hammer again.