Time to stop now. Off you go.
Relax, go dancing with your husband.
See you tomorrow...
Ciao...
Bye...
Thank you.
It's taken, sorry.
Good, isn't it?
Yes.
They say 'a hamburger's a hamburger'.
But these are the best. - Really?
Yes. I've been everywhere, had them everywhere.
Maybe it's because we're at home.
Everything is always better at home.
You know what else is good?
What? - Coffee.
Milk, sugar?
Lovely, both please.
Will you keep an eye on her?
Yes, that sounds like a good idea.
Stop by and we'll go over it all.
That's fine. Okay, thanks. Bye.
Galina...
I have to go out. Will you take over?
See you later.
Oh, how sweet. - Look at the little feet.
I hope it still fits. She has her father's feet.
Do you want to? - Yes.
Careful... I'll take her.
She needs changing.
What a smelly little sweetie.
The baby's fantastic.
One smile from her makes my day
It's incredible, and all the clichés are true.
I wanted to ask...
do you remember the name of that little hotel in Portugal?
I want to surprise José, but can't find it on the net. The one by the sea.
There are so many. - I know, but...
With that family in the kitchen and the little bay...
Where we fooled around all day.
You haven't forgotten. - I'm afraid I have.
It was great seeing you again. Thanks.
Bye...
Stop by any time.
Hello...
Martje Portegies... - Loe de Koning...
Great coffee...
Yes... This way.
You'd be driving the delivery van. - I thought so.
That one. I don't know if you're familiar with it.
I usually go south. Spain, Portugal, Morocco.
Okay.
High cubes, ferry transport, sometimes combis.
A bit bigger than this then. - Yes.
Why do you want to work here? - Because of the hamburgers.
Sorry about the coffee.
Won't we be too boring for you?
We have steady customers, a short route.
No further than Hardewijk. - Hardewijk, great. The Dolfinarium.
I've been driving south for 12 years. It's a lovely route.
But I want to spend more time at home.
For the children? - No children. Not yet.
I'm sorry. Let's leave it at that.
I'll get in touch as soon as possible.
Okay.
Goodbye for now.
I'd like to...
introduce you to someone.
This is your new colleague, Loe de Koning.
He has the impossible task of replacing Guus.
Bye.
Loe, can you dance? - Can I dance?
Wait a minute. I want to say something.
Where's my vodka?
Guus, thank you for everything. And all the best.
That was for you.
Now, Loe...
Before you show us how well you can dance...
I want to welcome you to your new job.
This is a good business with beautiful people.
But most important: Martje is the best boss in the world.
He's terribly thirsty.
What do you want? - What do you have?
Whatever you want. - Everything.
Go ahead. - Here?
Cola, cassis, beer, breezer, water, white wine...
cola. I already said that. - Whisky.
Whisky? Yuck. - You've never had a good one.
Good whisky is smooth. I bet you'd like it.
Make it a beer.
Going good, isn't it?
He's nice. A nice man. - Who, Guus?
Guus is great. We'll miss him. - I'm talking about Loe.
Loe is a nice man. - He's a good dancer, yes.
You're single, you're lovely.
You should take Loe. He wants you, he's yours.
Loe is ours.
I guess they've had enough of me.
Let's agree to one thing: when we dance, I lead.
Okay? Deal? - Yes. Ouch, my hand.
I should've worn shoes more suitable for dancing.
Or picked another dancing partner.
I need a drink.
Come on, Martje. - Sorry. It was great fun.
Have a nice weekend everyone. See you all on Monday.
I'll lend a hand. - No, that's okay.
I'll manage.
Where does that bench go? - In the boiler room.
Over there, past those machines.
Okay.
No, we can't. - Sure we can.
No.
Leave it. I'll do it tomorrow.
Come on, time to go. I'm the boss.
I decide what happens here.
See you on Monday.
You'll see more trousers than jackets, for they get dirty sooner.
My men must be faultless and impeccable.
A dirty pilot is a dreadful sight.
We have more than 112 officers, a cabin crew of 350...
and 500 ground personnel. Plus the support crew.
The laundry process... - Washing and dry-cleaning are best.
I can submit a quote and offer a trial run of 200 uniforms.
Pick-up tomorrow, ready in ten days. - Ten days?
Okay, in a week. - Deal.
If all goes well, an annual contract with the possibility of an extension.
You'll have the quote within a week.
Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Loe, my office, please.
I was wondering if you...
if you still...
Yes.
Here, at work? - If the boss doesn't mind.
I'm the boss.
Martje...
But I don't know if you want me.
I do.
But...
Trust me.
Do you trust me?
What's wrong? - Nothing. My hand caught on something.
Jesus... - Get out.
Jesus, I got a fright.
Sorry.
Get out.
You could've said something. I mean...
then I'd have known.
You mean, so you could back off? - No.
If you know, it doesn't matter. - Don't lie. Of course it matters.
Do you think you're the first to back off?
I'm still here, aren't I?
Yes, but why? Bugger off.
Now you know.
Now you know, it doesn't matter, does it?
Hey, Loe, want to dance?
Yes, wash it again. - I've washed it three times.
What happened?
He's gone.
Good afternoon.
My prosthesis is leaking.
Look, here. - Yes, I see it.
I think you'll need a new one.
Have you ever thought of an adhesive prosthesis?
It attaches directly to the skin. You hardly notice it.
It has a ventilating strip and moves with the body, like a real breast.
No, I'll stick to this kind.
Sure? - Yes.
Okay, I'll order it.
I have a spare for you here.
Here you are. You can fit it around the corner there.
Fine, that's everything then. Would you like a nipple on it?
I have them in rust and chocolate brown.
No, thank you. - Okay, bye.
Keys, for the boiler room. - It's very hot in there.
It'll teach him a lesson. - But Loe...
He's a bad man and you're a good boss.
He has to learn who's boss here.
Martje...
We're here for you if you need us.
Martje...
Yes...
They put me in the boiler room.
I'm coming.
Come on, Martje. - Okay.
Dammit Martje, let me out. I'll go mad in here.
Come on, open the door. I'm melting in here.
Martje, open the door.
I want you to agree not to tell anyone what happened.
Nothing happened. Open the door. - You assaulted me.
Assaulted?
Leave it, Martje. You know nothing happened.
That's not what the girls think. - Leave it, nothing happened.
Nobody will believe you. - Come on, let me out.
Okay, but give me three minutes...
to get away, so we don't have to see each other again.
Say that nothing happened.
Open the door. I want to go home. - Three minutes.
Say I didn't do anything or I'm not going anywhere.
Say I didn't do anything.
Loe... - I didn't do anything.
Say that nothing happened or I'm going straight back in there.
You know nothing happened. We kissed, that's all.
You didn't tell me you only had one boob...
and I was startled. Big deal.
A friend of mine took a woman home, turned out to be a man.
He had no boobs at all. That's bad.
I was lucky.
Jesus...
Open the door.
Martje, open the door.
Good morning...
Girls, I have something to say.
I just want to tell you that he's gone.
Your action gave him a good fright.
Okay, the matter is closed. I don't want to hear about it again.
Let's get to work.
Hey...
You okay? - Yes, I'm fine.
Let's see, this is quite difficult.
It must be perfect. - Okay, I'll try.
Who's that? What's she doing here?
She's here to work. Said you wouldn't mind if she brought her baby.
I don't know her.
Is this yours?
Who are you? How did you get here?
Do you understand?
Do you know her? Did you let her in?
No. - Can you understand her?
No, she's Russian, I'm Croatian.
Galina, she's Russian. - I know.
Come here. - Okay.
How old is it?
Are you sure she understands you?
It's a newborn, you can't just leave it there.
And you should be home in bed, not working.
Stop that. You don't work here. Take your baby and go home.
Go...
What's she saying? - She wants to work here.
She says everyone knows you're a good boss.
(in Dutch) You're a good boss. I need a good boss.
Please.
Can I see your papers?
Sorry, I don't work with illegals. You need a residence permit.
Do you know what that is?
What am I to do with a baby here? And an illegal.
Quiet, you. Quiet...
Don't cry.
Yes, I was just about to phone. We have a problem with transport.
I'm terribly sorry.
Certainly. Once we're moving again, you'll be first.
Yes, that's fine.
Of course. I'm mailing the quote today.
No change there. It'll all be delivered on Monday.
Okay, don't mention it. Bye.
What lungs.
Zoya, office, please.
We have a good name. It's a permanent contract, 13th month.
Do you know where I can find a new driver then?
Thanks, bye.
God, how clumsy. Here...
You don't hold a baby like that.
Is it a boy or a girl?
A boy.
What's your name little guy?
The baby.
'The baby' isn't a name.
Every baby has a name. - His is 'the baby'.
What's his father's name? - Don't know.
You must know who his father is.
That baby must have a name. He can only stay here if you give him a name.
You think of one. - Sorry?
You think of one.
Martje, what's happening tomorrow? - No, no...
No, it's broken.
Girls, we're delivering again tomorrow. You can all go home now.
Okay, have a nice evening. - You too.
Come here, bitch.
I didn't mean that.
You're fantastic, really. You really are.
Open the door...
...then I can help you.
The first time I saw you you were wearing a pink top.
Remember that pink top?
You looked good in it.
Martje...
I dreamt last night that we went away together.
Somewhere south.
To a beach with shells. You and me, a sunset.
We made a fire.
Martje...
You know what I'd really like? To start over again.
No mistakes this time.
Do you hear me?
I can't stay in here, Martje. You know I can't.
Think of yourself. You have to let me out. I need something to drink.
Martje, get the key and open the door.
I'll wait three minutes or four, or five. Whatever it takes.
I'll walk right out without looking round.
Get the key and let me out.
You'll never see me again.
You're all alone.
Just a minute, Loe. The baby's crying.
You're thirsty.
Drink it all up.
That's enough.
We'll have a nice sleep.
A little sleep. I'm right here.
Loe? I fell asleep, sorry.
Martje... Come on, open the door.
Is Zoya in yet? - No, I've not seen her.
Just forgot. - You don't forget a baby.
Only once. - Not even once, Zoya.
He's not a doll. You have to care for him.
Some would kill to have a child and you just forget him.
Do you know how fast a baby dehydrates?
He's still alive.
Do you love your baby?
Right, a mother has to love her child.
She doesn't have to, she just does.
You're much too young to have a baby.
Shall I trade him? For a bike? I'd rather have a bike.
You don't know what you are saying.
Here, for you. You can have him.
We're waiting for the driver. No washing, no work.
I'll take care of it. Everything'll be fine.
Martje, stop. You're not a driver.
You have to wait for the real one.
I couldn't find one, so I'll have to drive for now.
You can't. It's dangerous. There'll be an accident.
Get off... Go away...
Get out of the way, move aside.
I have to think of the business. We'll lose our customers.
Certainly if they see you like this. Just look at yourself.
I'll ask Guus to drive.
Listen, come inside. You must look after yourself.
Come on.
Guus...
Hello, ladies...
I'm back.
Hello. - I'll be right with you.
I'm Loe's wife.
Loe's wife? - Yes.
Have a seat. - Thank you.
I didn't notice a thing. He didn't act strange.
He just didn't show up. I had to phone for a replacement.
I didn't know he was married or I would have...
Loe wouldn't stay away two nights without telling me.
I don't understand. He's always so thoughtful.
And he was happy about the new job. It meant he'd be home more.
The police won't help. They say it's quite common.
But Loe just isn't like that.
How are the children taking it? - We don't have any children.
That's good.
I mean now, with everything... - Sorry.
Loe seemed like a man who'd want children.
Will you please let me know if you hear anything?
Of course, immediately. But I'm afraid...
It's okay.
Are you okay? - Yes, fine.
Everything'll be fine.
Martje, let me out...
I want...
Put your thing in a hole. And flap it about. I know what you want.
Jesus, I want you, nobody else...
Do you say that to all your women? How many are there actually?
You're the only one. - I spoke to Dorien, Loe.
Your wife, in case you've forgotten.
Son of a bitch...
Bastard...
I didn't forget. I should have told you...
Dorien and me, that's already two.
Two what? - Victims. How many more are there?
You're the only one who counts, Martje.
Bullshit.
I didn't want to hurt her.
Bastard.
Dorien and I were young.
It was different with you.
With you, from the very first...
Let me out, Martje. I can't take any more.
I'm thirsty. Let me be near you.
May I be with you?
I really want to be with you.
Martje?
Yes?
What are you wearing?
My pink top...
and a skirt.
You're beautiful...
Gorgeous.
I want to look at you.
Can I look at you?
Martje...
Let's take the truck and go away together.
Where do you want to go?
Somewhere south. - Yes.
We go.
Take your stuff. We'll go.
Yes. Okay...
Ms Portegies, would you like to fit it?
I've reconsidered. I'd like the adhesive one.
The Comfort Contact? - Yes.
That's fine. I'll take this one back then.
If I order it now, it'll be in tomorrow.
Not sooner? - No.
Shall I? - Yes, please.
All right, then. - With nipple, please.
Okay.
That looks good. - Not good enough.
It's too much work. Look, here and here...
We need more time. - We don't have it.
Once I have the contract we can hire more people.
My sister is a good worker. Clean...
Once the order is in, you can bring the whole family.
I talked to him.
Good. See, it's not difficult.
It is difficult.
He's a baby now. But he'll grow.
What do I say when he's 18?
You'll know. - No, I won't 'know'.
When I was little I wanted to be a good person.
My father said it was easy But he forgot...
that other people make us beasts.
That's enough. - You know I'm right.
I know what happened. To you. With that man.
Farida told me. - No, be quiet.
You can't change the past, but you can forget it.
I've forgotten it, Zoya.
Happy... I'm happy.
You can be too. I'm sure that...
It's not difficult.
I want to do my best. Not be angry. Work hard.
Galina, will you close up tonight?
Martje...
Don't worry. I'll handle it. Trust me.
Hello... - Hi...
I was wondering if you'd heard anything. - No.
For you. - Thank you.
I thought I'd stop by.
Nice flat.
I know what its like to lose a husband, suddenly like that.
How are you?
Zoya, no.
The machine has to stay on. - Why?
Martje say so. She knows what's best.
Who's in there?
That's the boiler room Nobody's in there.
There's a man in there.
Loe? Is Loe in there? - Who's Loe?
Come on. Turn off the machine and listen.
Martje, she says he's not in there.
Turn it off and listen for yourself. - No. Martje's the boss.
Be glad you've got a job. Listen or bugger off.
Galina...
If I'm right... If Loe really is in there, then what?
I have no sympathy for the man. I'm concerned about Martje, not him.
What will happen to her if we do nothing?
Martje knows what she's doing. You must trust her.
We can't trust her, she's been humiliated.
I won't hear a bad word about Martje. If she wants our help she'll ask for it.
And that shoe isn't Loe's. His feet are much bigger.
It's good to talk about him. It'll help you cope.
How long were you together? - Eight years.
Eight years? - Yes.
Happy?
I expected it to be different. Loe did too, maybe.
Look...
when we married we expected to have children.
We bought lots of things. A Winnie-the-Pooh crib...
I imagined how we'd walk in the park, with our baby in the pram.
How he'd look at the baby and at me. The proud father.
And I could imagine our rows...
about who the baby took after and such things.
But, a baby never came.
I don't know, maybe our marriage started to bore him.
Are you on your own?
No, I met someone recently.
Do you have any children? - Yes, one. A son.
I'd given up hope. It was like a gift from heaven.
Dorien here.
Hi, Mum, no nothing yet...
I have to go, or they'll worry at home.
Take care.
Don't give up hope.
Tomorrow. I'll be ready then.
I've arranged everything. You won't be startled by me again.
Everything will be perfect tomorrow.
You're so pushy, Loe.
An aperitif.
I was going to save it for when we were together.
Shall I tell you what I'm going to wear tomorrow?
No, I won't tell you. It'll be a surprise.
What are you going to wear?
It's sweet of you to give me the time, Loe.
You're sweet.
Now what? - We have a problem, Martje.
People keep asking why the machine is on all the time.
It's not good for the business. - A machine can always break down.
When can it be turned off?
The machine? - Yes.
It's fixed. Didn't I say?
I had it repaired.
We can turn it off this evening.
The problem's solved. Everything'll be fine now.
Yes? - Yes, really.
You look after things here, I'll be right back.
This fits like your own breast. Tennis, swimming, no problem.
Lovely, isn't it?
26,44, please. - Hey, Martje. Hi.
Yes, keeps them dry.
Thank you. Bye.
Martje, how foxy. Just look at you. - Show a bit of respect for your boss.
I'm only saying it's great to see. She doesn't let herself be fucked around.
I regard that as a compliment.
Have a really nice weekend, girls. - You too.
Bye, girls.
Wait... Here.
Dancetrend. I hear it's really nice.
Children your age should go out in the weekend.
Jan can spend the night with me. - Jan?
Give Zoya a kiss. That's right, big guy.
Is that enough?
Say goodbye. Bye, have fun.
Big guy. Mummy's proud of you. Yes.
There's lipstick on your little vest.
I'm cooking a chicken. Look at this.
In it goes.
Coming, Loe?
Papa'll be right here.
Papa's coming to play with us.
That brings a smile.
He's smiling.
Coming, Loe?
Lift and fold the collar back.
You haven't put it on yet. Loe...
I wore this specially for you.
Don't cry. No, don't cry.
Come here, don't cry.
I have to feed Jan.
It'll give us some peace during dinner. Come on...
There...
Drink now. Come along, drink.
No, don't cry. There, there... Please, drink now.
You can have this back.
I only want money for my work.
What a racket. Come along now...
Mummy hasn't time for your fussing. Drink.
Maybe I can get him quiet.
Yes, fine. You feed him.
Here, he can put his new clothes on.
Can you smell it, Loe? It's not haute cuisine but it is...
a grilled chicken.
And two glasses...
This blue really suits you.
There...
Martje?
...and a fine, smooth whisky.
Hi, Zoya, do you know Loe?
This is Loe.
He's a great dancer.
Shall we dance, Loe?
Blue suits him, doesn't it?
It suits you, Your Royal Highness.
Do you want more chicken?
I've had enough too.
Martje...
He wants you.
He's tired.
Give him to me.
Will you put him to bed?
Be right back. I have to put Jan to bed.
You're so tired.
Let's have a nice sleep.
He's quiet now. He can stay with us.
Get away from him.
Martje, look...
Feel. He's cold.
He doesn't move anymore. He has to go.
Go to bed. When you wake up it'll be over
Martje. I'll take care of it.
A small fire in a container, that's all.
Let me take him. - No, don't touch him.
Keep off... He's mine. Go away.
I'm the one he likes.
Martje, please... - Let go.
Martje, think. Everyone will find out. What happens then?
To you? To the business?
Where will everyone go? Where will I go?
It's all your fault.
Martje, please.
Martje, Jan needs you.
He can't help it.
Martje, Jan needs you.
Zoya...
Sorry, my sweetie.
Hush now, mummie's here. Everything will be all right.
Do you hear the sea, Loe?
Hear it?
We'll go swimming tomorrow
I know a beach that nobody ever uses.
You're cold.
It's cold in here, isn't it?