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Does your father really not mind that
we're using his car?

He's so rich, he won't even notice.

That's not an answer.

He likes me.

How long have you known he's your
father?

Not for long.

Ten years or so.

But if he likes you, why don't you
move into his villa?

And why doesn't he give you a job
in his factory?

I don't want any work and I don't
want to live in a villa.

I'm fine like this.

But you've got to do something.

Why?
I'll be rich anyway.

Working is for normal people.

Someone like me prepares for
the future best...

by doing nothing.

How did your father get so rich?
Not by doing nothing.

When he bought the factory,
it was just a slaughterhouse.

It wasn't doing very well.
Cor wondered what the problem was.

He noticed that a meat factory
produces a lot of waste.

Cow and pig glands were just
thrown out.

And Cor added the waste to
sausages?

No, cows make hormones with their
glands.

And that's where Cor's lucky.

Because the waste is full of
hormones.

And he met a bunch of
Americans who...

are looking for a hormone factory to
experiment with...

something that was very special and
new in those days.

The pill!
-So that's why VD produces the pill.

Pure luck.
He never worked for it.

Less rich people worked for him.

I'm following in the footsteps of
Cor Van Doorn.

The figures are very clear.

At the moment, everything's going well.
Production's running smoothly.

Sales have only slowed down
a little bit.

But if we continue like this, VD will be
forced to close in six weeks.

Due to a lack of liquid assets.
In short, VD's going broke.

VD broke? Impossible.

The entire economy's in decline.

Housewives have to economise.
And who gets hit the first?

We do.
They'll buy less meat.

Doesn't every housewife have to serve
meat every day?

This reports says Dutch housewives don't
think meat's indispensable.

They still see meat as a luxury.

Dutch housewives cook vegetable stew
and pea soup.

We're not a country of double
hamburgers and big steaks.

Figures show there's a decline in
the sale of meat.

We're simply selling less.

That means we have more and more unsold
inventory.

And what about our American
exports?

The land of double hamburgers and
big steaks, as my friend called it...

is experiencing an economic high.

Meat sells well there.

We can't gamble on America.

We're weak in that market.

Besides, American checks on imported
meats are insanely strict.

Unpredictable even.

In the past year, we've exported 17
million dollars worth of meat to the US.

13 million dollars worth of that was
rejected...

and returned to us by
the Americans.

All the returned meat was checked
again here.

Apart from one small shipment,
all the meat was of good quality.

If VD doesn't act, the company will
have to close within half a year.

The unions and the media can't hear
a thing about this.

Of course, but we have to do
something.

A company like VD can't go broke.
Think of the people we'd have to fire.

It would be bad for the trade
balance.

Of course, the government would help
if we got into trouble.

No, they won't do that.

Too many people who wouldn't do
anything to help a company like VD.

Gentlemen, let's go back to
the essence.

How can we make sure Dutch housewives
start buying meat again?

At least they still fuck.

At least Dutch housewives
still fuck.

Excuse me, may I ask something?

I think I understand Mr Van Doorn.

Originally, VD was just a meat
factory...

but a lot has changed.

The pill has gone from side product
to main product...

and meat has become a side product.

I'm glad you bring this up.

I wanted to...

Housewives can cut back spending on
meat, but they have to take the pill.

Unless they want to get pregnant,
but who wants that?

They can't cut back spending on
the pill.

Therefore...

the pill guarantees us an income that
can make up for setbacks with meat.

We can increase the price of the pill.
They have to buy it anyway.

I wanted to talk about that.

They have done research into the pill.

The outcome is very discouraging.
-How?

Don't we... copulate anymore in
the Netherlands?

We certainly do, but...

women are getting fed up with
the pill.

With our pill.

We did extensive research when the sales
of our pill started to slump.

We discovered something very unpleasant.
-What?

They're scared of all that hormone
junk in their bodies.

The report shows that any contraceptive
that's as effective as the pill...

but that doesn't have side
effects...

such as enlarged breasts, headaches,
dizziness, suppressed menstruation...

that 9 out of 10 women would prefer such
a product over the pill.

They're simply waiting for it.

And why don't we come up with
that product?

And compete with our own pill?
-Of course.

Mr Van Doorn means that we should launch
such a product before the competition.

Exactly. Next time I'm here,
I'd like to see such a product.

I don't care where you get it.

A product that will obliterate the
old pill.

Apparently, that's the only thing that
can save VD.

It is clear...
what VD has to do.

Good day, gentlemen.
-Good day.

Can you come with me, Jan?

I'd like to discuss something
with you.

Always those problems at VD.

They'll find a solution.

No, people like that always see the
problems, but never the solutions.

We need one good idea.
-Yes.

One good idea.

In 1947, I happened to be in Puerto Rico
because the Americans happened to be...

testing the pill there.

And I happened to be the director of
a bankrupt meat factory...

who could use the pill as a side
product.

Some people thought that was a very
coincidental idea of mine.

We could have another coincidental
stroke of luck.

Luck...

I get grey hairs remembering it.

The pill had never been properly tested
when we started selling it.

It could have been a failure,
or poison.

Nevertheless, we're looking for
something similar.

Yes, but without me.

VD can go bankrupt.
I'm set for life.

But you're not an old man.
-I'm not an old man, but...

if you want to do something for VD,
you have to be young, inexperienced...

unaware of the risks you're taking.
-Are you thinking about a successor?

It's the only thing I'm thinking
about.

Hey, asshole.

You're not alone on the road.

What are you doing?
Have you gone crazy?

I can keep kissing you, but all you do
is study.

I want your baby.

Let's make a baby.

To make a baby we have to marry
first.

Well, aren't we getting married today
or tomorrow?

Getting married costs money and
babies cost even more.

And we have no money.
-I'm earning money.

VD will stop paying you the moment
you get pregnant.

Then you'll still make money.
-The scholarship.

Look around you.

It's a miracle my mother could
pay for the school.

The only reason I can study is because
of the scholarship...

from your very own VD factory.

It's not much, but it allows me to live
and work.

We won't have children until
I graduate.

Ok, no children then.

I guess you want to read these
old men's books all day.

I study processes of aging.

I'm looking for products to
delay old age.

In a couple of years, people will live
2 or 3 times longer than now.

Then we'll only need half the amount
of babies.

Are you two fighting?
-No.

I just want to get off the pill and
have a baby.

But your son doesn't want that.
-He's quite right.

Why ruin your youth?

You have plenty of time for children.
-You didn't wait long either.

No, but I didn't have the pill.

And I didn't have a job with a big
company like VD.

And my boyfriend had no
scholarship.

So I have to thank God on my knees.

And yet I want your baby.

I can't imagine that I'm a child
of my father's.

He's completely homosexual.

But he must have gone to bed
with my mother once.

Because they had to get married.

All my family now wonders what kind
of boyfriend I have.

I want to get married, I want children
and I don't want to wait too long.

Just so you know.

Of course I understand Commissioner
Van Vliet's very busy...

but could you tell him I'm calling
on behalf of Cornelis Van Doorn?

Thank you.

Hello? Yes, Commissioner.
How are you?

You've received the concert tickets?

Oh, your wife enjoyed it very much.
Good, good.

No, it's only a small thing.

A bike rider attacked Cornelis
Van Doorn.

No, Mr Van Doorn's fine.

We don't want to pursue this, but if
the bike rider files a complaint...

against Mr Van Doorn, we'll have
no choice.

Exactly, we need to protect
Mr Van Doorn's reputation.

Could you check if a complaint has been
filed?

Yes, I'll wait.

No? But there's a bike rider who
has been attacked himself?

He didn't know by whom?

Good, thanks.

Everything alright?

A bike rider has been hit by someone
in a large car...

but he didn't see the number
plate.

He wanted to file a complaint, but some
smart police person noticed...

that his tires were worn.

There was no complaint filed and
there's no case.

One hand washes the other again.

This is Anneke Van Doorn.
-Tania.

And this is Broer, President of the
local court.

I'm Tania.
-Hello.

And this is Cor Van Doorn,
my long missing father.

Ah, the big man behind VD.

I believe Cor's on the war
path again.

Good evening, this is our program
"Axed".

In our previous show, we discussed
Lajos ballpoints.

They were horrendously expensive.

You may remember that Mr Pieterse told
us here in the studio...

that he paid 35 guilders for one of
these ballpoint pens.

Mrs De Vries paid 75 guilders
for a Lajos ballpoint pen.

These ballpoints pens may look nice, but
they often don't work.

Sometimes they write in the wrong
colour and sometimes they leak.

In short, this is a ballpoint pen
you should never buy.

After our broadcast, we received many
complaints from people who were conned.

The Lajos factory no longer exists.

After the complaints on our show,
the company has had to close.

We wanted to inform you about this
success.

This week we're checking out a new
washing powder...

and a newly introduced cat food.

Hello, mother.

Hello.
-Hello.

Hello, Broer.
-Hello Els.

Hello, little brother.

Something wrong?
-I didn't know you and he were brothers.

We're not.

I mean I didn't know you and she
were sisters.

I thought Anneke was your wife.

Basically, I don't understand
at all.

Hey, Huub!
-Yes.

This girl...
-Tania.

Tania.
-Tania.

Didn't you explain to her how
our family works?

A bit.
-What does 'a bit' mean?

She knows I'm your son.
-And?

That's all.

No more?
-No.

You go to your mother.

And I'll explain to Tania how our
family works.

Tania, beautiful name.

Broer over there isn't my brother.

He's the President of the court.

He's also an unofficial advisor of mine
at VD.

And since he's been that for 20 years,
we all like to call him Broer.

Clear?
-Yes.

Are you comfortable?
-Yes.

Make yourself even more comfortable
for the following story.

Just after the war, VD wasn't doing
very well.

My father had been supplying the German
army, just like everyone else.

But our competition made such
a big deal of it that the government...

felt obliged to intervene.

The factory wasn't doing very well
under government supervision.

And to make a long story short...

nobody was very interested in
VD shares...

of which my father was the only owner.

And then, old as he was, my father
fell in love.

With a shop girl, roughly your age.

He'd done that before.

And the girl fell pregnant.
He'd done that before too.

It happened more often in those days.
I've made girls pregnant as well.

Huub...
No, nothing.

Huub's one of those cases.

We used to have our own solution.

You'd give the girl some money so
she could start a nice tobacco shop.

Or you'd find a homosexual who
could marry her.

A homosexual?

Yes...
-But isn't that very mean?

What? Oh...

You couldn't do that now but in those
days, homosexuals had a very hard time.

Those people didn't have it easy.

And if they were married,
especially to a pregnant woman...

people wouldn't gossip about them
as much.

That's how it used to be.

Do you understand, Tania?

Maybe I do.

This shop girl, who was your age, had
such an influence on my father...

that he bequeathed his VD shares to
the son who was prepared to marry her.

Do you understand?

So I married that woman and Anneke
is now my wife.

And her daughter's a child of my
father.

Which makes me her...

brother.

Little brother.
-Yes?

We're wondering why you don't
join us.

Join us, Els. I have to explain one
more thing to Tania.

I became practically the sole owner
of the factory...

and Broer managed to buy the few shares
that my brothers had inherited.

I begged for them.
-Yes.

That really made me the sole owner.

The fact that the government seized
the factory...

was reversed by Broer using a smartly
handled legal case.

It wasn't that smart.

VD wasn't doing well in those days.

The government wanted to get rid of it.
They were afraid of a bankruptcy...

discharged workers and all that mess.

All I had to say was that it would be
very unreasonable to take away...

the factory from him, just because his
father collaborated with the Germans.

The government was quite happy.

Would you like a drink?

Come, pour yourself something.
-Yes, please.

What's happening with you?

Nerves.
-Ah, relax.

This also comes from our factory.

It works very well and calms me
down a lot.

You might be our best customer.

Cor asked me to ask you to spend
the weekend here.

Will you also stay here?

I don't suppose so.

I'd very much like to stay here.

Shall we sit down?

Broer, can we talk for a...

Of course.

Have a seat.

I was at the VD meeting this
afternoon and...

they were saying we'll be bankrupt in
six months if we continue like this.

What's the problem?

What's the problem? The problem
is that I don't see the way out anymore.

I only see all the things that can
go wrong.

In the old days, I used to be
an optimist.

Whenever they suggest a solution
to me...

all I think is that's it's a stay
of execution.

What are you trying to say?

We need fresh blood in the company.

Let's assume for a moment that
you're right.

What kind of fresh blood were you
thinking of?

I was thinking of Els.
She's my rightful heir.

That's crazy.

Didn't you repeatedly tell me that,
since I married Anneke...

the law now assumes that...
-Yes, the law assumes that.

Well, then Els is my rightful heir
and she'll get the company.

But Els isn't the right person to
run VD.

Especially not to save the company
from bankruptcy.

What if we make Els marry the guy
I had in the car this afternoon.

A nice guy, Jan.

Jan?
-Yes.

Jan's a smart guy, but why force
him to marry Els first?

Why not?

He also has to get ahead in life.

I married the same way and
I have a very good marriage.

That was 20 years ago.

Put him in charge of VD if you have
faith in him.

But don't force him to marry
Els first.

But Jan's not family.
-So what?

I want to keep the company in
the family. Blood of my blood.

You have more children.

Huub?
-No, not Huub.

Huub's only interested in the pill
because he can chase women with no risk.

He doesn't ask himself how much
VD makes from it.

There are more.

Yes, one more.

A son.
And another daughter.

Yes, so find him and meet him.

No don't find him.
I know what I want.

Be smart, Cor.

Look at all the possibilities
before you decide.

Come.
-I want Els. I'm sure.

If you don't like the boy after you
meet him, there will be nothing lost.

At least you won't have to blame
yourself if things go wrong with Els.

I think I won't stay for dinner
after all.

Come on, cheer up.

We've survived more hard times
together.

Is the boy home?

Careful, he might hear you.

I've come from Cor.
He wants to talk to the boy.

I believe the company needs him.

Did Cor say that?
-I'll have to tell him about Cor.

Confirm everything I say.

Did you think we never checked on people
with a VD scholarship?

Don't get up.
-Good evening.

How are you?
-Let's not talk about me.

Let's talk about you.

We've been closely following your
progress.

I must say we're quite content.

I'm also happy that Mr Van Doorn's
very happy.

Even though that's for another
reason.

Tell him then.

Rien, have you ever considered that
he might not be your real father?

He loved you like a real father,
but he wasn't.

Why are you telling me this?
-Because the truth always wins.

That's what the truth is like.

Your real father wants to talk
to you.

Do I know him?

What does he want from me?
-I'm a good old friend of his.

You're a son of Cornelis Van Doorn.

So that's why I got the scholarship.
-No.

You got it because of your
capabilities.

Why did you never tell me?

How could I?

And dad?
Did he know?

Of course he knew.

We were so different in many ways.

Your father wants to talk to you.
I'll arrange everything.

He can drop dead.

That's very cruel.

And also not very smart.

All my life I haven't seen him and
now I have to show up.

Go talk to your father.

It's not that hard.
I'll arrange it.

I can't see shit.

I don't see many streetlights.

That's to keep normal people away.
-Oh, come on.

Didn't you know?
-No.

That's to make sure people who have no
business here, don't go here.

What's this?

Hello?
Is that the police?

Listen, there are some youngsters
roaming around here.

They look rather rambunctious.

I'd rather not give you my name because
I live in this neighbourhood.

I don't want them to find out
that I informed you.

Yes, near the railway crossing.

What will you do?
Yes, beautiful!

Thank you.

Sure, who gives a shit?

No one saw or heard anything.

If anyone of us talks, we'll all
be in trouble.

But if we all keep our mouths shut,
there won't be a problem.

Understood? Let's go.

Yes, VD himself speaking.

Yes.

Everything's quiet here.

No, speak freely, Commissioner.

I'll bring you to your room.

Oh, that's pretty bad.

I bet you don't have a toothbrush
with you.

No problem, there's a new one in
every room.

We have guests so often, it's like
a hotel here.

Which room would you like?
-That one.

That's funny, that's my room.

In that case...
-No, no, you'll get my room.

My condolences to the widow.

And to everybody from the
police station.

I'll have someone represent me
at the funeral.

Is there anything I can do for you,
Commissioner?

No, I understand.
Thanks a lot for the phone call.

Yes, goodnight.

Hey, that's a surprise.

Hello.

Feel like one glass?

Do you want to sleep here too?

If I can.

You can sleep with anyone,
so why not with me this time.

Yes.

We have a crazy marriage, don't we?

We only got married for the money.

There wasn't a lot of love
between us.

And you have a child that isn't
even mine.

And we never had much contact
in bed.

Occasionally, when it suited.

Like now.

And we always gave each other
total freedom...

to have a boyfriend or
a girlfriend.

So we should be very unhappy.

And yet we have a very good
marriage.

You've been drinking quite a bit,
haven't you?

Don't we have a good marriage then?

Yes.
-Right, and that's because...

we've given each other the freedom
to shop around a bit.

People should do that a lot more.
Give each other the freedom to...

shop around.
That keeps a marriage good.

Nonsense.

I've always known you'd have
girlfriends.

And I never had a problem with it.

We didn't marry out of love,
after all.

But what would have happened to
our good marriage...

if I had followed your example?

If I'd gotten a few boyfriends
in my bed.

Did you never have a boyfriend?

No.

You've always had that freedom.

Yeah right, if I'd have had a boyfriend,
you'd have gotten jealous.

No way.
-Oh yes.

Dramas, divorce, Els would have
been raised by a second father.

Third father.
-Exactly.

No thanks.

But are you really telling me...

that in all the years of our
marriage...

you've never had a boyfriend?
-No.

But you're on the pill.
-Yes.

Don't tell me that you took the pill
every day for all those years...

for the rare occasion that I'd
end up in your bed.

I've been wondering about that
myself.

Why don't I stop taking it?

Oh, you're a darling.

Where are you?

Do you ever think about Els?
-What?

What do you mean?
Do I think about your daughter?

Just as I said.

That good marriage of ours started
with her.

Sometimes, I fear you neglect her.

Can't you visit her more often?

She can be so nervous.
She needs it.

Tell me exactly what you're
worrying about.

While I make myself comfortable.

Tell me.

I worry that you won't do right
by her.

That she won't get VD from you.

You've talked to Broer.
-No.

Yes, you've talked to Broer.

Broer also told me he doesn't want Els
to get the factory.

Don't worry.

I've got very big plans with Els.
Very big plans.

Awake already?
And Cor's still asleep?

You should have seen it. I was trying
to fall asleep like a good girl.

And who sneaked in?
-A stranger who got lost, I bet.

The boss himself.

With this look in his eyes.
And half drunk.

I'm almost certain he went into
the wrong room.

So he stayed with you?

I'm afraid so.

Is it that terrible?

To tell you the truth... I almost forgot
he was such a sweet man.

Since VD can't make it today,
I'll chair the meeting.

We all have to look at a series of
contraceptives...

and present the best ones to
Van Doorn.

I don't need to repeat how serious
the situation is.

The possibilities to come up with
a new product are limited.

But I have a product that has been
tested in China and Canada.

It has no bad side effects and it's
very reliable.

Is it in there?
-How many to that package?

One.

Are you saying it's that big?

It's very reliable.
-We can forget about it.

I don't see myself leave the house
with such a big package under my arm.

I'm going to have a beer, wife.

Anything else?

As our friend already said,
the choice is very limited.

We don't want a pill or other
hormone products.

We also don't want condoms
or coils.

They're incompatible with our production
system.

That leaves spermicides.

What makes spermicides interesting
to the public...

isn't the gels themselves,
but the way they're applied.

I mean the way the product has to be
applied to the genitals.

That seems correct to me.

People want a fairly reliable product
that's easy to use.

And that's pleasant to apply.

Because that's the main thing.

Here I have a product that's very
pleasant to apply.

Look.

The spermicide gel's already
in here.

All one needs to do is lightly brush
the penis or vagina before coitus.

So that some spermicide gel
stays behind.

We've done some experimental research
about this.

I could show you some movie clips
if you'd like.

No, let's continue.

Anyway, we believe that this way
of applying the gel...

does not create an interruption
of lovemaking.

On the contrary, lightly brushing
the penis can have an arousing effect.

Sounds good, but I think it's a bit
strange.

I'm not convinced either.

It may be fun to tickle with a brush
but if you have to do that every time...

you'll start to feel you're a psychopath
or a sexual pervert.

I'm also afraid that many people,
when they buy the product...

will keep the brushes so they can
reuse them.

Possibly with a spermicide that they'll
buy from the competition...

and that they'll apply to the brushes.

People can't be that unhygienic that
they'll reuse the brushes.

If we're not careful, they'll be
spreading STDs with the brushes.

Think of the court cases, the damages
we'd have to pay.

And if the product would be a hit,
thrifty people wouldn't buy the product.

They'd rather use an old
toothbrush.

Next.

The next product comes from
Bulgaria.

It's known there under the name
Stop B.

Show me.

Dear man, the case is crystal clear.
Why don't you admit it?

You drove into another train because
you didn't stop for a red signal.

No, the signal was green.
-How is that possible?

It happens that a signal's green when
it should have been red.

A mistake has been made somewhere.

Do you expect me to believe that?

You could also ask other railway
people.

They can confirm this.

Perjury has never helped anyone.
The case is very clear.

Those signals are automatic.
Nothing can go wrong with them.

The fact that you hit another train
at full speed means...

that you ignored the red signal.

I'm going to sentence you for that
and it will be a severe sentence...

because we can't have our public
transport exposed to danger...

by engine drivers who want to act
like cowboys.

The court considers the case proven...

and sentences you to an imprisonment
of 7 months.

It seems like a sad case.

The widow wants to sue the railway
company because the railway sleepers...

were laying on the road
unsupervised.

But that won't lead to anything,
of course.

Where were those sleepers exactly?
-On a public road.

But in a rather remote
neighbourhood.

Do you know the railway crossing behind
Cornelis Van Doorn's house?

The one in the dark?
-Yes, that's the one.

Apparently, they constructed an obstacle
with sleepers on the road there.

At the same time, the police were called
about noisy young people.

So a motorcycle policeman went
to check it out.

He died riding into the sleepers.

And what about the youths who
built the construction?

They were probably drunk as well.

They found vomit by the side of
the road.

But other than that, they didn't
find a trace of them.

Now the widow wants to sue the railway
because they couldn't find...

the real perpetrators.

I don't think she'll succeed
though.

Your mind's somewhere else.

Do you realise how big the scandal would
be if they'd ever find out?

If others would know you and I
have a relationship?

I don't even want to think
about it.

I'd jump out of the window.
I'd take poison.

I love you so much.
-Yes, but this can't continue.

Do you want to leave me?

No, where did you get that idea?

You sounded like you wanted to end
the affair.

No, we just have to be realistic.
-There you go again.

You're making excuses to tell me you
want to get rid of me.

No.

You're my father, my brother and
my lover. That's reality.

What were you thinking about?
-What?

You were thinking of something
else just now.

I was?
-Of Tania.

Tania? Which Tania?
-Tania, Huub's girlfriend.

The one you were talking to and
running after.

Not at all. Tania, no.

I was thinking of the factory...
worrying.

Lots of worries. Did you know the pill
has gone out of fashion?

Are you loyal to the family
product?

No, I don't like the pill.

So what do you do?
-I count my days.

Don't worry.
I count my days very precisely.

Today we could do it.
The day before yesterday, we couldn't.

My God, there are so many options
these days.

There are pills, there are coils, there
are thingies, gels, condoms...

And what do you do?
You count your days.

I don't take the pill anymore.

No, I understand.
You count your days.

You take a pill for your nerves,
you take a pill to stay awake...

you take a pill to go to bed,
you take a pill to fall asleep...

but you don't take the only
good pill.

It made me fat and I want to be able
to wear a bikini on the beach.

Bikini sure, but what if you're
pregnant?

I won't get pregnant.
You're upsetting me!

I won't be pregnant,
I won't be pregnant!

Jesus, you're confusing me!

You won't abandon me, right, dad?

Cute brother of mine.

Let me introduce you to one of
my children.

This is Rien.
-Tania.

Huub! Come here for a moment.

I'd like to introduce you to a new
little brother we found for you.

Rien, this is your brother Huub.

Don't worry, he won't steal your
girlfriends.

Rien's an intellectual and
a pharmacologist.

Right!

The contraceptive we'll be
discussing today...

is called Stop B.
It's new and revolutionary.

We're convinced that this product
meets all the requirements that...

VD has in the current situation.

The packaging looks like the one
in which the pill became popular.

We could have used a different
packaging...

but we picked this one because
it will remind people of the pill.

And they might more easily assume
that this product is as reliable.

There's one big difference with
the pill however.

This product isn't taken orally, but
applied, before sexual intercourse...

on the genitals of the man or
the woman.

One drop from a capsule works
as a spermicide...

for a maximum of 3 hours.

So that's the end of the pill and
the condom.

Exactly.

The product is especially interesting
because both men and women can use it.

That's a good sales pitch in these days
of equality between the sexes.

I also think the name's very good.

Stop B reminds us of Bulgaria, where
the product originates from.

It also suggests what its purpose is:
stop baby.

Without being inappropriate
or rude.

I think that Stop B is what the market's
asking for at the moment.

What do you think?

I think it's great.

It really has no side effects?
-No, absolutely not.

It's not a hormone product,
but a spermicide.

You don't swallow it, so it can't
enter your body.

I'm quite positive.

You put one of these in your pocket
and you're all set.

And if you meet a girl, you don't
have to ask if she's taking the pill.

And you also don't have to fool around
with condoms.

Yes.

Rien, what do you think?

How has the product been tested?
-The Bulgarian figures are positive.

What does 'positive' mean?

Reliability is 60%.
-What does that mean?

It comes down to this.
If in a population that doesn't use...

contraceptives, 100 children are born
in a particular period...

then if that population uses Stop B,
40 children will be born.

So the product is 40% unreliable.

Wait a moment, Stop B's unreliable?
-Yes.

No, of course not, but this gentleman's
bad at statistics.

Your own figures say this product
is 40% unreliable.

You're simplifying matters.

If one doesn't use contraceptives,
the chance of pregnancy's 1 in 50.

On average.

Some people have quintuplets the very
first time...

but I'm talking about averages.

So the chance is 1 in 50.

When a contraceptive like Stop B
is used...

with a reliability factor of 60%...

the chance of pregnancy's 1 in 120.

What kind of nonsense is this?

The perfect contraceptive doesn't
exist.

A chance of 1 in 120 sexual intercourses
with Stop B seems acceptable to me.

I don't get statistics.

I only want to know if it's reliable
or not.

If it wasn't reliable, VD wouldn't
start selling it.

Besides, the Bulgarian reliability
figures were based on...

the stuff they were using there,
the Bulgarian gel.

We use a much better gel, of course.

What are the figures for
the new gel?

What do you mean?

There are no figures for it yet.

Why not?
-How could there be figures for it?

The product hasn't been used in
the Netherlands yet.

So you're introducing a contraceptive
that you haven't tested yet.

Don't be silly.

Of course, our gel is much better
than that Bulgarian yoghurt.

The Bulgarian chemical industry
doesn't amount to much.

It's a communist country, you know.

Forgive me when I say that what you're
saying sounds amateurish.

Your standards for testing
pharmaceutical products...

are disproportionate.

Yes, imagine we'd have had to test the
pill like that.

Rien, I think that if we did
what you'd like...

there would never be any new medication
introduced.

Tania, what do you think of
Stop B?

If it's reliable, I'd use it for sure.

I think it's a very good product.

Rien hasn't been present at our
previous meetings...

and he doesn't realise that the survival
of VD directly depends on how fast...

we introduce this new product.

Rien, we have to keep a factory
running.

We're not a research lab.

On the other hand, I think Rien does
have a point.

Every new product has a few teething
problems.

We've seen it with the pill and
it could happen with Stop B as well.

That's why, during the advertising
campaign...

we should add a disclaimer about
the reliability of the product.

Then nobody will buy it.

People shouldn't doubt the reliability
of VD products.

No, of course not.

But if problems do arise,
we should be legally covered.

That's why I think it would
be wise...

to use the slogan "for people who find
'natural' as important as 'safe'"...

in each advertisement.

"For people who find
'natural' just as important as 'safe'."

We've given "natural" and "safe" an
equal value...

but we've given up a bit of
safety.

With that slogan, we'll be fine
in court...

in case Stop B turns out not to be
completely safe.

That's very brilliant, Broer.

I like to hear you talk like that.

You've more than earned your salary
today.

Stop B will be advertised the way
we just agreed on.

Does anybody else have any ideas?
-Yes.

We should give a big party for
the in-crowd.

For TV people, actors, football
players, et cetera.

As a marketing event when the product
is launched.

It'll be in the newspaper and everybody
will know about it.

I think it's a good idea.
You're all invited.

And now I'm closing this meeting.

You didn't say what you think
of Stop B.

Everybody knows my opinion.

What is that opinion?

It's a bad product.

Do you know the Bulgarians didn't
want to sell it to us?

They think it's criminal to
put it on the market.

In Bulgaria, Stop B was very popular
for a while, but also very unreliable.

They withdrew the product
right away.

Where's Els?
-Els...

I haven't seen her.
Could she still be home?

Give her a call.
She should be here tonight.

I had a little domestic with Els.

And I haven't seen her for a while.

What are you waiting for? Call her.
-Ok.

Be careful.
-Yes.

Doing a job for the boss again?
-I always do the delicate phone calls.

Have you seen the new son?

I've only heard stories about him.

I hope he's not a serious successor
for Cor.

Unfortunately not.
Cor doesn't want him.

There he is.

How long have you known each other?
-Since three years.

Three years?
-Yes.

Then it's time for a divorce instead
of a wedding.

I can't stand that asshole.

That asshole's your father.

Let's have some fun, please.

Just because you don't like it.

I don't understand what you like about
all these people.

It's more fun than your mother's
little shop.

I never see people like these
there.

Red Mien.

You look so worried.
-How would you feel?

Rien just introduced me to his
fianc�e.

He may know he's my son,
but does she know she's my daughter?

Is that your daughter?
-Yes, she's my daughter.

That's why she has that job in
the factory.

If you look at them well, they
resemble each other.

It's what you deserve.

But how do I solve it?
-Don't do anything.

I mean, you've been married to your
father's wife all your life.

You live with your own mother.

So don't be surprised if our brother
marries a sister.

I'll drink to that.

If you insist on solving it, that may be
a delicate job for Jan.

What are you standing there?
Did you call Els?

I'll call right away.
-Yes, do something.

We've got the best car!

But how did you get it?

Your attention please, ladies and
gentlemen.

I'd like to say something about
the pill.

Something I've been wanting to say
for years.

And tonight I'm saying it.

About the pill.

The pill turns us into slaves of
the man.

We had to take hormones every day.

Men could do what they wanted, without
being afraid of having children.

But that medieval situation has come
to an end thanks to Stop B.

So let's throw out those old pills!

She's not answering.

Let's hope a gentleman's keeping
her busy.

Stolen.
That car's been missing.

Everybody stay where you are.

Keep an eye on things here.

But what are you here for?

There's a stolen car out there.
-A stolen car?

Marijke.

Come with me.
It's all been solved.

It's always the same.

They come here because there's
money here.

And they want it too.

Stealing cars, drug trafficking,
all for a bit of money.

It makes them think they
belong here.

But it never works.
It always ends badly.

You let big thieves go and you hang
the small ones.

Besides, stealing a sports car doesn't
mean much.

Even if you win a 100,000, you still
won't be rich the way they're rich here.

They think that because they're
beautiful and young...

and because they like to fuck,
that they're going to make it.

Those artist types will do anything
for money.

If they get a chance to come suck up
here, they will.

They hope to be accepted and we're
acting all nice to them.

And they think we mean it.

And you have girls who think they can
get a rich guy by going to bed with him.

I know all about it.

What happens then?
-Nothing.

A rich guy doesn't want
a poor girl.

But you got married.
-Don't ask how hard that was to achieve.

Of course, I wanted Els' father to marry
me because I was pregnant.

If I hadn't hoped that,
I wouldn't have fallen pregnant.

But it wasn't a lot of fun.
That old man sold me like cattle.

He who wanted the factory, had to take
pregnant Anneke as part of the deal.

And being pregnant, I didn't have
much choice.

I had to marry someone.

In hindsight, I'm lucky that I ended
up doing so well.

Most of these girls were bought out
when they developed a belly.

The first period that you're married...
terrible.

Your husband's friends treat you
like garbage.

If I hadn't had a daughter,
I wouldn't have lasted.

I was young then and I could
handle more.

I thought it was good for my
daughter.

But in hindsight, I'm not sure.

Els is a bundle of nerves.

I think that's caused in large
part...

by all the things that have
happened here.

No girl, keep your wits about you.

I'll have a sip.

Heard from Els?
-No.

We'll find out what it was.

There go brother and sister.

So Huub killed that officer.
-He didn't.

If you insist on taking the blame,
I can arrange that.

I have very good connections
with the police.

I didn't do it.
I've got nothing to do with it.

You can at least be charged with
complicity in car theft.

You have a choice.

You tell me exactly what Huub did with
the officer that night...

or you can follow your boyfriend
to jail.

It was an accident.
We were drunk.

Huub and I were kissing in a phone
booth and then he called the police.

Just for fun.

To have a go at our friends who
might be arrested or interrogated.

We couldn't know they'd send
that motorcycle cop.

So Huub called the police?
Then Huub's also guilty.

It's alright.
We'll get married.

And we'll have children,
right?

You're right.
The party sucked.

Are you alright?
-Yes.

I was bored but you enjoyed
yourself, didn't you?

Jan seemed ok.

Yes, he's quite nice.

Goodnight, mother!

Since we believe that Jesus died and
rose again...

even so, through Jesus, God will bring
with him those who have died.

Her strength faded and her energy
disappeared.

Death is better than a bitter life.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

May the Lord grant Els
eternal rest.

And let perpetual light shine upon her
so she may rest in peace.

The Lord has given and the Lord
has taken.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Did the doctor find anything?
-Els was pregnant.

By Cor?
-We don't know.

Suicide?
-Can't be proven.

She had taken too many sleeping
tablets.

She always did that to stay calm.

It could have been a coincidence.

Don't cry, mum.

You didn't even know the girl.

I knew Cor.

What did you know Cor from?

Easy, easy.

It seems VD has overcome its biggest
problems.

Yes, Stop B is a huge success.

If this keeps up, we'll obliterate
the pill.

Good, so I can leave with a clear
conscience.

Because I do want to leave.

You may know I wanted to give
the company to Els.

No use crying over spilt milk, though.
Els isn't with us anymore.

But that means I have no
legal heir.

Your wife, Anneke.

I can disinherit her if I want.
-Yes, you could do that, of course.

But that's not the point.

The point is that I have no legal
children who can succeed me.

And I want to solve that before
I leave.

Did you know Tania was pregnant?

Tania?

Huub's girlfriend?
-Former girlfriend, yes.

Is she pregnant by you?

Tania and I thought so.

Did you use Stop B?

Don't worry, she won't sue us.

I want to legitimise the child.

That will be my heir.

And if Huub marries Tania, he can take
charge of the factory in the meantime.

Until the child's an adult.

Huub?
-Yes, wasn't he her boyfriend already?

She can marry him.
-But Huub's not the man to lead VD.

Let's discuss my other son.
That Rien that you found for me.

He's such a... dick.

If we had listened to him, we wouldn't
have released Stop B.

And we would have been broke now.

Huub's a very good guy.
Believe me.

And what he doesn't know,
he'll learn.

When I look back at everything...

things didn't go so badly.

Wealth and power make a man a bit
crazy and unscrupulous.

That's why it may be good that the
child grows up in an environment...

that's not rich. Also not too poor.

So he won't be spoilt before he
starts.

He'll get spoilt soon enough after
he arrives here.

We'll take Huub.
That's a very good idea.

You do the paperwork, Broer.

So you need a document to legitimise
Tania's child...

a will that designates the child as sole
heir of the VD factory...

and a document that designates Tania's
husband as guardian of the inheritance.

If they'd have predicted it,
I wouldn't have believed it.

That I was living with my own sister.
We were going to get married.

And that I'd start a relationship
with my father's wife.

Almost my own mother.

What about me?

In all the years I was married, I had
Cor in my bed very occasionally.

And never any other man.

And now with you,
I feel like I missed something.

I'm getting even with Cor.
-Because you're now with me?

No, that doesn't make you even.
He has so many women.

If you only knew what you're doing
to him.

I've been to see the doctor.
I'm pregnant.

Pregnant?

Weren't you taking the pill?

Yes, but I stopped when I got
with you.

Jesus, you must know the chance to get
pregnant is extra big...

when you stop taking the pill.
-But it's beautiful.

Sometimes, the pill's even used to
make a woman pregnant.

She takes it and then she stops.
-Oh, come on.

I'm telling you I'm pregnant and you
start a gynaecology lesson.

Rien, you'll be a father.

What do we do now?
-Nothing, I'll just have the child.

I know they think I'm a bit
stupid, here.

But I know the law by now.

The child may be yours, but in the eyes
of the law, it's Cor's.

He drove Els to suicide.

And I just know he wants to give
the factory to Huub and Tania now.

Tania's pregnant by Cor.

But I've got them both where I
want them.

God Almighty.

I didn't sacrifice my entire life to see
the factory go to Tania's child.

It will be a nasty surprise
for them.

This child will inherit VD.

I can send you to jail for a couple of
years for that car theft.

But I won't. I'll cover it up.

But in exchange, you forget everything
about that party when the cop died.

Understood?
-So if I ever talk about that night...

Or about the phone call she made
with Huub.

I'll give you the maximum sentence I can
give you for car theft.

Ok?
Then you're free to go.

There's something I have to
tell you.

I'm pregnant.

What are you saying?

I don't understand it either.
I've always used Stop B.

I didn't mean to set you up.

Don't think I like it.

Take the first plane to London tomorrow
and ask a cab driver for the clinic.

Don't explain anything,
just say 'clinic'.

Ok, I will.

I could go to the same one
as the last time.

Stop B's still selling very well.
That's not the problem.

The point is that we're getting very
bad news.

Yes, we've done some research and
the results aren't good.

There's the problem of reliability.
We knew Stop B's not very reliable.

There are also many people who aren't
applying the product correctly.

Women tend not to apply the product
deep enough in the vagina.

So the semen never makes contact with
the paste.

There are also men who don't carefully
apply the product...

at the top of the penis.

They apply the paste at a lower
part of the penis.

So the spermicide doesn't do
its work.

There are also many people who think
the product's active for three hours.

We've heard of men who had a bath
between applying the product...

and having sexual intercourse.

Of course, the product gets
washed away.

There has also been a case where
fellatio was performed between...

application of the product and
the coitus.

Because of the tongue movements of the
woman over the penis of the man...

the product dissolved in the woman's
saliva.

That's a big shame.

There's also a very strange
misunderstanding occurring.

We could have prevented it with a bit
of research.

The packaging of Stop B looks very much
like that of the pill and of aspirin.

That's a good thing. We chose that
packaging to make Stop B look reliable.

But it turns out this packaging
confuses people.

They don't apply this product to
their genitals.

Believe it or not, but hundreds of
people use it orally.

She's lying when she says it's
my child.

She's lying!

Everybody knows you slept with me
recently.

Me? When?

When you were chasing after Tania
and ended up with me by mistake.

Oh, that time.

Yes, I slept with you, but we
only slept.

Broer, solve this for me, because
I'll deny being the father.

What am I saying? I'm not the father.
Rien's the father.

You're the father.
-Rien's the father!

What did I tell you about
that Rien?

We should never have gotten
him here.

That's why you didn't want my arm
at the funeral.

That's why you went with him.

Broer, sue her for adultery and
anything else.

I don't want that child,
is that clear?

That's exactly the problem.

The law's on her side.

But there must be witnesses of
adultery.

Money isn't the problem, is it?

And otherwise we'll make Rien talk.

All that won't help, Cor.

The law doesn't care who your wife
has slept with.

Not at all.

The law just wants the child to have
a father.

It doesn't matter what kind of type
the father is.

The husband of the mother's the father
of the child.

At least according to the law.

Imagine if men could deny they were
the father just because...

the women committed adultery.
Think about it.

All those women who commit
adultery.

The law knows no doubt and acts in
the interest of the child.

You're the father of Anneke's child.
Case closed.

Think well, Broer.
There must be exceptions.

Special conditions.

Yes, there are a few exceptions.

But they won't help you.

Only if you can prove beyond any doubt
that you can't be the father...

you might have a case.

And how do I prove that?
-That's the problem.

You can't prove it.
On the contrary.

There's something else.

You could take a blood test after
the child is born...

to prove that you're not the father
of the child.

A blood test, yes.

I knew there was a way out.

But I don't have any faith in
the blood test.

You don't?
-We're assuming Rien's the father.

Rien's your son, so Rien
has your blood.

So Rien's child has your blood
as well.

I'd forget about the blood test.

What should I do then?

You'll have to get used to the fact that
Anneke's pregnant with the heir of VD.

That's all. Reconciliation.

That seems the way to go.

Reconciliation?

With...

With Anneke?

Never... never... never.

He's in the back.

Hello.

I brought her with me.
That seemed best.

It sure is.

The factory needs you, Rien.

I don't need the factory.

Listen.

A bunch of amateurs is in
charge at the moment.

We need an expert.

Someone with feeling for pharmaceutical
products. You.

Cor might disagree.

I've discussed it with Broer and he's
behind me.

Why should I?

I could tell you, for instance, that
lots of workers will be fired if...

this management stays on.

I could also tell you that it's sad
that such a good factory goes to ruin.

Tania.

Yes.

This is Broer's idea.

Tania's pregnant by Cor.

Maybe you could marry Tania...

and raise the child as your own.

So that Cor can be convinced to pass
management of the factory on to you.

Right?

Sorry...

Should I do that?
-Yes.

It's not possible.

And you're pregnant?

Yes.
-By me? Or by him?

I don't know.

What I just said was quite a mouthful,
but we really have to think about it.

It's not possible.

That whole theory about Tania and
the child's wrong.

Why?

Because Cor's having a child himself,
from his wife.

Anneke.

Let me write down.
You had mushroom soup?

That's at least 300 calories.
-That's a bit much.

If you don't hold your tongue,
I'll also count that roll.

And you had steak with lettuce.
-Yes.

That's 175. And you had ice cream...
with whipped cream?

But I didn't eat the whipped cream.
-You'd better not.

All together it's a lot.
I can already tell.

What are you doing?

It's the bloody automatic.
It always stays stuck.

Excuse me.

I think the indicators aren't working
either.

When we just turned onto the road...
-That's easily checked.

Yes?
-Yes.

I'll stop there.

Have her chances improved now that
she lost the baby?

I'm afraid not.
It's very unclear.

All those bruises and now also
an abortion.

Oh good, it's you, Cor.

Yes.

I don't understand it.
We were doing so well together.

But now something went wrong
anyway.

Do I still have my child?

Everything will be fine... with you.

Then everything's been for nothing.

May God's mercy be bestowed upon her
and may her soul rest in peace.

Amen.

Don't worry.
It's all been arranged for you.

It's all been arranged for you.
It's all in black and white.

Right, Broer?

But what is in black and white?

Tania's child has been legitimised
by Cor.

He who marries Tania gets the factory.
-Are you serious?

Yes.

This is the woman you'll be
dealing with.

Why me?

They wanted Cor, but that's impossible
now that Anneke died.

As if it doesn't affect me.
-You're the best choice.

Every argument she can use against us
about Stop B...

you've already used against us.

You know much better what you're
talking about than she.

So you think I can do it?

There's one problem.

She's pregnant and she wants
to crucify us for it.

But that's also to our advantage.

She talks nonsense and you know
exactly what you're talking about.

If you stay calm, she'll hang
herself.

You do research at VD.

That's why I'm asking you whether
Stop B was sufficiently researched...

before it was launched.

How do you mean?
Whether I tried it with my own fianc�e?

I want to know whether it has been
researched intensively.

In Bulgaria.

Not in the Netherlands?

I believe Bulgarian women get pregnant
just like ours.

Like you.

So the VD factories haven't tested
the product sufficiently.

You just wanted to make money
quickly with the product.

That isn't true.

People often call VD a factory, but it's
really a research lab.

You're lying.
-Then it's pointless to interview me.

Good evening.

...the Nazis.

That's why the government confiscated
the factory after the war.

Afterwards, the factory remained in the
hands of this collaborationist family.

Besides the pill, VD also
produces meat.

A lot of meat.

American exports demonstrate what
the quality of this meat is.

The American health services have
sent back millions worth of meat...

because it didn't meet basic hygiene
requirements.

This meat will now probably be sold
in the Netherlands.

At VD they think that Dutch housewives
aren't that critical.

The same factory that sells bad
meat here...

now produces a new, popular
contraceptive, called Stop B.

It stops just about everything.

Except babies.

Right.

She's said enough for us to sue her so
badly she'll never be on TV again.

We'll get that station on the brink
of bankruptcy.

We'll put her through the wringer.

But that doesn't help us right now.

Are they still there?

He means the protestors.

They're still there.

And tomorrow there'll be more
of them.

We'll need to fire more people.

All because of that TV broadcast.

Nobody buys from VD anymore.
No meat, no pill, no Stop B.

We'll have to close down and
the workers will be out on the street.

It's all Rien's fault.

Exactly.
-Huub.

Have you got a moment?

Where's Tania?
-Here, darling.

Here.

This is all yours.

All of VD is yours.

It's very simple, Huub.

It's going to cost years to get VD
back on its feet.

That's not your kind of thing.

Do you want to take it away from me?
-Let me finish.

There's a man walking around freely
who I can have arrested...

for car theft.

But the moment I have him arrested,
he'll suddenly remember...

that you're responsible for the death
of the cop.

The moment you marry Tania, I'll arrest
that man.

Rien... I can't stand the sight of him
anymore.

I can't stand the sight of Rien
anymore.

I think you've earned a long,
paid holiday.

Somewhere far away.
What would you think of Puerto Rico?

Shake Cor's hand and do it well.

Because you'll never see him again
in this life.

Do you like that?

Relax, Cor, relax.

CAPITALIST BLOODY MESS

You'll see it won't be so bad
to be married to me.

I don't want to give you
a hard time.

You're afraid of me because you think
I'm a bitch...

that's capable of anything.

But I promise you won't regret it.

Perfect, perfect.

We're going.

I'll see you tomorrow.
-What for?

We have to get the factory back on
its feet.

We're at the point where they started
20 years ago.

We should start working on serums that
delay old age.

And we'll make sure all old people
will buy them.

Do you know how much I loved you?

Sometimes I think you know.

And sometimes I think you don't.

We had to be careful in bed in
those days.

'Being careful' it was called.

Take no risk.

Leave before the gospel.

That was way before the pill.

Get out.

That girl you studied with...

You weren't there that night.

And I was sure it was because
of her.

That you'd gone with her.

I was still young then,
and jealous.

I wanted revenge.

And in order to do that and to feel
like a woman, I went to Cor that night.

And Cor took every woman he could.
So he took me as well.

But he was careful.
He took no risk and got out.

And the next day, it turned out
something else had been going on.

You hadn't been with the girl you'd
been studying with.

You'd just been running some
errand.

That night, in the dark, I tried to
make amends.

Even though you knew nothing
about it.

I held you so tight you couldn't
get away.

I wanted to prove how much I
loved you.

I loved you so much, I wanted
to get pregnant by you.

And I did get pregnant.

And you found out I'd been with Cor
the night before.

And you were fed up with me.

I had to tell Cor I was pregnant
with his child.

It had to have a father.

But it was your child.

Very clearly.
Rien looks just like you.

That's why Cor never trusted him.

And we had to keep our mouths shut
all that time.

But we succeeded.
Rien conquered VD.

It was about time.

It's a strange world.