01x06 - Zon, zee, sex en connectie

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-Es? Can we talk for a moment?

-Get lost.

I just want to explain, alright?

-Es

-Leave me alone.

Our license has been revoked.

We have to close tonight.

Just so you know.

-Damn.

-What do we do?

-We got f*cked.

-Take a break, I guess.

f*ck, this is serious.

Are you okay?

-We have to think of something.

-No, we have to call Thomas.

When my dad's at a loss,

he eats spicy sh*t.

-Really?

-Yeah, he comes up with crazy ideas.

-This sh*t, right? Spicy sh*t.

-No, wait, that's f*cking hot.

-Can we please

-The first thing you think of.

-MILF night.

-You're crazy.

Naked speed dates,

trampoline parties, Barneveld,

monkey a*s, Grandma Trudy, LGBTQ,

who let the dogs out, who, who, who,

witch!

-No! Not you. I meant Fatih

-Someone has to call Thomas.

-That's what I said.

-You will.

-Why me?

-You've known him the longest.

-So?

-It hurts less.

-I'm not good at that.

-Can't we hire a lawyer?

-With what money?

-We could get jobs, to pay the rent.

Great idea. You go work somewhere else,

and maybe you should stay there.

Maybe my dad has a job for you.

Since you get along so well.

-Genius, I'm coming with you.

-Call him. You have his number, right?

-Never mind.

-Guys, we should figure this out together.

-f*ck, sh*t. I seriously thought

-Sweetie, it doesn't matter.

It does, dummy.

-Can't we fight this? I can look into it.

-And someone has to call Thomas. Mike.

Toiletry bag!

Darling.

-I get that you're angry.

-What do you want from me?

-I'd really like to talk to you.

-Too late.

I understand, but I want to do things

differently from now on.

You should've thought of that sooner.

Do you have far to go?

Do you want a lift?

I'll buy you an ice cream on the way.

With sprinkles.

Yes, I understand it's way too late.

Thank you. Bye.

Hey. June.

I came to say I'm sorry.

I was a bit stressed, I think.

It's okay. Thank you for saying so.

Sorry, I have so much

on my mind right now.

-Hola, guapas.

-Heya, Kay.

-Are you coming to work here?

-No. June is my girlfriend.

Yeah, I know. I'm cool with that.

I have tons of g*y friends.

-You have this, there's this

-Okay.

-How are things over there?

-We have to close.

June. Then you can come work

here tonight, right? As a DJ.

-No, I can't.

-Why not?

I would be abandoning them.

Whatever. You have to put yourself first.

Pull out your parachute and fly!

Have they ever given you a chance to DJ?

Exactly.

No one's looking out for you there.

Here the opportunities are endless.

Binoculars, zooming in, everything.

-Look at me. I'm already a senior.

-Junior.

Junior. You want to play, right?

Yes.

This is your chance.

This sh*t better work.

It better work, it better work.

Hey, Dad, it's Mike. How are you?

We got Tower-Bridged, in the a*s.

Goddammit, after everything

I've done for you! as*h*le!

Hey.

Look at that a*s.

Yeah, man. Yes, yes, yes. I got this.

I don't know about this.

I want you to take me on the desk.

Sorry to bother you,

but I need your advice.

No problem, dear.

Young people always have trouble

thinking for themselves.

-What do you want to know?

-You have more experience with this sh*t.

-We certainly have experience.

-Yeah, you know? How do I ask this?

One more sip.

Mikey. This is a safe space,

you can ask us anything.

We have no sexual shame anymore.

-Frida had a threesome this weekend.

-Syl!

If it doesn't feel right,

you don't have to say anything,

but you shouldn't be ashamed.

Honey, keeping it in

gives you a stomach ache.

Okay.

Bad news, how do I break that?

Straight away,

or should I do talkie-talkie first?

-Talkie-talkie?

-Sweetie, listen to me.

If you reach your cl*max too early,

you should tell the lady in question

so she knows what she's dealing with.

If you don't, you spend another 20 minutes

pushing that shrimp inside,

which makes her think: This isn't working.

Am I not pretty enough?

I'm confused, man.

Sylvia means you should be honest

so everyone knows where they stand.

-Right?

-Beautifully put, Frid.

-You're not doing anything ill*gal.

-I know.

-Or are you a little nervous?

-No.

-You're afraid they'll get angry.

-No, I just don't want any fuss.

I don't want them to think

I'm letting them down or

I had to get my stuff out

-What are you doing?

-Nothing. You?

Also nothing. Good talk.

-Good luck.

-Yes, good luck.

You're doing so well, darling. Really.

Nice colleagues, great parties.

Beautiful climate. Good job.

That's true, isn't it?

You at least understand what it's about.

But me

I accomplished everything I wanted,

and much more, but

I wasn't happy.

It took me thousands of euros

and years of coaching

to understand one very simple thing.

What's that?

-Connection.

-Connection?

Being close, to someone you love.

And that

Well, I completely neglected that.

And I'm sorry about that.

Are you going riding later?

Horseback riding.

Your mother would have

liked that. That you still do that.

Shall we go together?

Can that old body still do that?

Just wait and see.

-Please

-Hey, Mikey.

Hey, Tom. Hey, dude, what up?

Everything cool?

-Yes, I'm alright.

-You are? Great. This sh*t is hot, man.

My head is hot,

but I have to tell you something.

Oh, dear. Is something wrong?

Did you lose all our savings?

Gamble them away?

Or did the club burn down?

f*ck, man. Listen, the thing is, I

Yes, what's wrong?

-Hell, yeah. That sh*t really works, man.

-Mike!

Is it weird that we want to have sex

all the time?

-Why? It's just sweet love, right?

-Maybe we're dirty perverts or something.

Since when are two perfect naked bodies

rubbing against each other dirty?

Everything is going to hell,

and the only thing we want is to f*ck.

Zoë, if the world ends tomorrow,

would you be happy we just did it

or would you rather we hadn't?

Good point.

You think you can just touch

anything in here?

-We were just

-Yes, I can see that.

-Appraising the valuables.

-Appraising.

Why lie?

Dude. Of all the people here,

you are the one breaking my ba*ls?

I'm sorry, bro.

We wanted to tell you,

but you're being difficult.

I thought we were buddies.

Weird sh*t keeps happening.

Today was the wrong day to tell you.

You can only hold my baby

when you washed your hands.

Are your hands clean?

Let me smell them, now.

-Dude, I just took a crap.

-Why does your crap smell like p*ssy?

Wash your hands, slob.

What's wrong with you?

This guy. We're just kidding, right?

Scaredy-cat.

Listen, in five minutes

Come outside. I got a crazy idea, man.

Hey, dude.

We have to show our hard d*ck, bro.

-Show d*ck?

-Our early-in-the-morning b*ner.

You know, big d*ck energy.

-I don't get it.

-You want to make a statement.

Get it? A statement.

We can't let them f*ck with us.

How do you want to do that?

By chaining myself to the club.

Genius, right? Be honest.

-How is that supposed to work?

-Excuse me? This chick.

-It's that crazy Greenpeace sh*t.

-Get it? Greenpeace sh*t.

They're not demolishing the club,

they're closing it down.

She's right, man.

Then what do we do? We can try, right?

Come on, chain up your brother. Please.

-I'm not sure this is a good idea.

-It is. You're doing great.

You're okay?

Go ahead. You got it?

Oh sh*t, I can't move. Stupid.

Hey, the key.

What are you doing?

Just like in the movies.

Now I really can't go anywhere.

-You're in too, right?

-No, we're leaving.

It's cool, it's cool. I'll just be here.

Thank you.

-Mike?

-Hey, chicas. Hey.

What happened? Who did this?

No stress. Calm down.

I fixed everything. Magic Mike is here.

He's saving the club.

Imagine that f*ck's face when he sees

us chained up. He can't do a thing.

-Us?

-Yes.

That spicy sh*t.

I need to crap, man.

But f*cking genius, right?

Yes. Good thinking, Mikey.

-You got ba*ls, Mike.

-I do?

I don't know,

somehow I think you're freaking hot.

Against that tree.

All those chains around your body.

Broad chest, muscles, drops of sweat

Mike?

-Mike!

-What? Sorry, I was just

-We have to go do something. See you.

-Yes, I'll be here.

Superman Mike isn't going anywhere.

Maybe you need a little chain to keep

everything down there under control.

Sorry, it's a reflex.

Just like during puberty.

In the back of the classroom.

"Mikey, come forward." No way.

I wonder how long he'll last

in the blazing sun.

Hey.

Hey.

-Hey.

-Funny, I didn't know you were a couple.

-We aren't.

-You were just kissing.

-Forget it, Fatih, Mila already knows.

-Why do you say that?

-What are you doing here?

-We are on our way.

To the

-Bonza.

-Yes.

-Okay. What are you going to do there?

-Mila is DJing with us tonight.

-You took getting a job quite literally.

-Says who?

-You've wasted no time leaving us.

-f*cking snitch.

We're closed, aren't we?

-You know how much I

-Do what you want.

Okay, fine. Come on, let's go, Mil.

That was nice, wasn't it?

I heard your company

isn't doing very well at the moment.

-Did he tell you that too?

-Don't be mad at him. He means well.

And I can tell he cares about you.

But what I meant to say

is that I'm here to help you.

What do you mean?

I have people who might be able

to do something for you.

No, thanks.

Looking at your colleagues,

as nice as they might be,

I don't think things will just work out.

-They're my family and they can do a lot.

-I get that.

And I love seeing how well you all

get along, despite the circumstances.

-But?

-No buts.

I just wanted to offer you my help.

Sorry, hang on. Where is this coming from?

-I'm your dad.

-But you were never there.

So what are you doing here?

I'm getting older and

I miss you.

And I want to ask you again if you would

think about coming to work for me.

-I believe in you.

-So that's it. You came to get something.

No. I'm bringing you something.

You don't have a future here.

Why not?

-You're the only one I trust.

-No, it's the other way around.

No one can trust you

because you screw everyone over.

-I'm doing this out of love.

-Find someone else to burst your bubble.

Please.

Hey, hi. This is Zoë's voicemail.

Leave a message after the beep.

Why is no one answering, man?

sh*t, come on.

Just call him, b*tch.

Sorry, I need to take a crap.

-Mike?

-Yes, Duuk! Where are you right now?

-Where are you, mate?

-I

I'm I'm gone, Mike.

-I need your help, man.

-What?

-Mike?

-Duuk, come here, now.

-Sorry, but I can't hear you.

-Come to the Costa!

Duuk.

Duuk!

Help!

Where did you learn that?

How do you do it?

Help!

Mike.

-Mike, what did you do?

-Untie me, untie me.

-Do you have a key?

-I swallowed it. I can't hold it anymore!

Yo, bro.

You left me like a dog in the woods.

If you want me to cut you loose,

you have to be quiet.

Why are you wearing each other's shirts?

I wanted to tell you earlier,

but Fatih is a scared little b*tch.

What? Behind my back?

-Bro, listen.

-No bro.

When I get out of here

and have taken a crap, I'll k*ll you.

-What the f*ck?

-Crap!

-What are you still doing here?

-Mike needs help.

First you mess with someone's emotions

and then you disappear? Convenient.

-What? You just said

-Fight it out later. I swear, I'm dying.

-Cut him loose.

-You're only thinking about yourselves.

I know someone else like that.

Mila is DJing at the Bonza tonight.

I'm going to be sick.

COUNCIL

ZOË: PITY

MISSED CALLS: MIKE

Thanks, angel, this is going to be great.

-Hi, this is Mila.

-Mil, where are you?

Leave a message after the beep. Bye.

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