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Appie, eat it or put it down. -Do you know better again?

Yes, I do.

The guy studied for it. -So what? It's my mouth.

If the dentist says they must be pulled, that's how it is. I'll make an appointment.

No, I'm keeping them. -I can knock them out, Mom.

Oh yeah? Come on, then. -Hey, take it easy. Ab.

What's going on? -Jan has to have his rear molars pulled...

to make room for his wisdom teeth.

Are they rotten? -No.

Then let him keep them. That man just wants to make money.

Busy day, Ab? -Yes.

How's the Batavia Line doing? -Mom.

Later. -What are you doing?

Come. -I had it done too.

And look at your ugly face now. -Ab, wait, I'll walk up with you.

He's gone already.

Hey, calm down. -Leave your sister alone.

Go away. You're ruining my books. -You heard Mom.

That's enough. Come and sit down. -Yes, dinner time.

I want to play. -Guys, come, no fighting.

Just sit down. -There.

Yes... -Boys.

Books closed. -I'm almost done.

Whatever. -Boys, no fighting, come on.

Put this away too.

Very good, boys. Is dinner ready? -Yes.

Little rascals. Who's winning? -She is.

Have you been nice for Mom? -Yes, Dad.

Good.

How are the figures this month?

The board meeting is tomorrow, right? -Neeltje is getting married.

That's nice.

I don't think that's nice at all. I'll have to find a new secretary.

Can't you keep her on? -A married woman? Impossible.

I have to read some reports. Frits is coming to ruin my evening.

Ouch, -Hey, you idiot, leave me alone.

Afraid, are you? -Of you?

Rescued him from the Communists, and now he stabs a knife in our back.

We treat him as family. As family.

I can't spend money we don't have. I can't give in to their demands.

Get the hell out of here. -The KLM can't fly without pilots.

The world is in the midst of a crisis and they want a raise?

At least talk to them. -They ought to be grateful, goddammit.

Tomorrow's another day, gentlemen. -We're not done yet.

What are you talking about? Pilots? -Suus, go to sleep.

I can try, if you stop shouting. -You have earplugs, don't you?

How's Sofia? I haven't seen her in ages. Shall we all go out for dinner again soon?

We'll see.

Ab, talk to Jan. He refuses to have his molars pulled, but he must.

Yes?

Freeloaders is what they are. -You're playing with our future.

Like it? -Delicious.

I'm bored. Shall we go have some fun?

The boys will be home in an hour.

Well, come in.

We're having lunch here. -Can I walk ahead?

Yes.

Hello, sir.

'Diner dansant.'

That's French. -Ivan and I go there sometimes.

We spend the whole evening dancing. And then he'll be gone for weeks again.

You have to miss him a lot. -At least Albert comes home every night.

Why is Albert so angry at the association?

Association? -Of airline pilots.

They want a salary increase and benefits for their wives, should they...

Should something go wrong.

Very reasonable, but Albert won't even talk to them.

Can't you persuade him? -I can't even get him to talk to his own son.

Forget it. As if we can only talk about our husbands.

That's not why I came by.

This place used to be packed. Politicians, musicians, actors.

Margot used to be a movie star. Did you know that? In Denmark.

Really? -Really. Until I married Ivan.

Don't you miss it? -I still act every day.

Ladies, have you...

What are you doing? -Acting.

Pia, you're the princess's daughter. Raise your chin a little. Yes, that's it.

Margot, I'm the wife of Albert Plesman. I can't... What if someone recognizes me?

Suze, nobody recognizes you.

Do you have Mr de Vries? -I don't think so.

For History.

Delicious, Suus.

Three, two, one...

Stupid ass. -Hans.

So why did you come back, shithead? -Appie, Pietje, go and get dressed.

Hans, Jan, dishes. -I'd rather do it by myself.

Go on, get dressed. -Mom, Hans wants to do it by himself.

Nothing but bragging and boasting. -So why do you read it?

Professional curiosity.

Their refrigerator runs on Freon, so what? Why do I need to know that?

Do I really have to come to Schiphol? One day off and I have to go look at airplanes.

This is clean. -Why is that kid such a pain?

His molars have to come out. Otherwise it'll only get worse.

Why would you pull healthy molars? -To make room for new ones.

Mom, I'm not doing it. I told you already. -He's right to refuse.

Ah, there are your parents.

Asshole.

Goddammit, cut it out. Hey, come on.

Apart, you two.

Grandma, Grandpa. -Stop this nonsense.

It remains a miracle.

Grand entertainment in difficult times, Mr Plesman.

I heard about the association. -What? From whom?

Not from you, that's for sure.

I'm here with my family. -We only want to talk.

Disband your tea party. A club like that may work in Moscow.

Listen, we're not satisfied.

Highness.

Have you gone dancing? -No, of course not.

Every Wednesday evening.

Not my cup of tea. And please keep it between us.

Strike. -Strike? Get out of here.

Come, let's go. They're striking, the bastards.

Maybe I can help. If you tell me what's going on.

Do you want to help me? Then get a grip on those kids.

Come, we're leaving. -How rude can you be.

Don't work yourself up. -Unbelievable.

Oh, thank God.

He has to eat, doesn't he? -He's in a very...

In a very important meeting.

He's getting skinnier by the day. Soon I won't have a husband left.

I'll make sure he eats something.

Well, go ahead.

Can I have a slice of bread?

I won't negotiate with those traitors. -This is costing us a fortune.

They'll come back begging on their knees. Begging.

Oh yeah? When? We can't fly without pilots.

You're ruining the company. -They're ruining the company, not me.

Goddammit, get the hell out of here. Our competitors will crush us.

What they ask for is impossible, period.

I don't even hear it anymore.

Sorry, about before. -Oh...

You can't help it either, of course.

Congratulations, by the way.

Albert said that you...

Well... -I don't want to leave here.

What am I to do at home? Have children and spend the rest...

Is it worth it?

Think it over carefully.

You can always say that Ab won't allow you to leave.

You're putting everything we've worked for at stake.

You give them a finger and they take the whole hand.

What are you doing here? -Making sure you don't starve.

I have to go to Soesterberg. Maybe the army will lend us pilots.

Will you be home for dinner? -No, don't count on me.

I haven't counted on you in years, Albert.

Here.

Have a good evening.

How nice. Are you leaving already? -This was a mistake.

How was it at your parents? -Fine.

Sleep well. -Yes, sleep well.

Where is my sweater? -I don't have it.

I need it now. -I left it in your room.

I know you had it last week. -Yes, and I put it back in your room.

Get out of my room. -It's not there.

I don't have it. What are you doing? Look what you did.

I have to go. I want my sweater. -I left it in your room.

Jan, come downstairs, now.

Why do you always think I... -When will you have those molars pulled?

Never, how often... -Come here, now.

Sit down.

Yeah, sure. -Open your mouth.

What? No. -How do you think they did this before?

Without anaesthetic. -Mom...

Have you lost your mind? -Resist and I may nick your front teeth.

Mom, no...

I'll go to the dentist. -Right now?

Yes, but I don't know... -Right now.

Okay.

Are you doing okay, Mom?

Operator? Margot Smirnoff, please.

Hello, darling. -What is this?

Problem? -Yes, why are those dregs in my house?

Just sit down, loudmouth. -Over my dead body.

Out, all of you. Get up. -Albert.

Sit.

Either you sit down right now or I leave.

Welcome, everyone. -No, not for me, not like this.

There, here we go.

Ivan.

Right. Welcome, everyone.

I think it's best if we all calmly and in a grownup manner...

explain to each other what the problems are.

The problem? The problem is that he won't listen.

I won't listen? I'm being stabbed in the back.

I treat you as family. -Family? KLM is not a family.

KLM is a company, a big company. -Yes, thanks to me.

You... -Now you will let him finish.

Look, we go to the end of the world for you.

And we do so gladly. It's the greatest job.

But with the crisis...

our salaries are worth less.

But you keep buying the latest planes. They're harder to fly and they go faster.

And the faster we go, the less money we get.

Because we get paid by the hour.

So the better we work, the less we get.

That's why they call KLM the 'Low Salary Company'.

Who calls us that? -Everybody.

Sure, you can laugh. A low salary soon won't matter to you anymore.

Yes, it will, because I'm going to keep working.

If he wants a wife who waits for him at home all day, he can get himself a cat.

Did you tell him that? -I told him my boss wouldn't let me leave.

Well, to your future with the KLM. -And we want one too.

A good future. And something for our wives in case we crash.

Alright, you've made your point.

I will look at your demands, I promise. But I can't do anything if no money's coming in.

So will you start flying again?

Yes.

Alright. -Cheers.

To the KLM.

I'll get it.

Yes?

Ah, you come for Neeltje. I understand that you...

Too bad.

It's not funny. It really hurts.

Suus, walk up with me.