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Hey, guys.
Let's roll.
In three, two, one...
It's the weekend!
-A quick pint? -A quick what?
-A pint. -No, prick.
Eight o'clock, half past eight?
Scrub off this pickle smell first and grab a bite?
Half past eight, de Waterlooplein. Jef?
-Yes, a boeng. Cool. -Hey, Wimpy?
What do you think?
Hey fool, don't be an hour late again.
-Later! -One for all...
All get wasted!
Mom, I'm home!
Yoo-hoo! I'm home.
I was just at the neighbor's.
Joop is doing so bad, her heart valve keeps leaking.
They've already put a new one in twice.
You've got mail.
No, nothing special, I'll read that some other time.
It's the grand finale tonight.
-What? -Of The Mole.
I think it's that actress.
Oh... right.
I'm going to Waterlooplein.
No.
Yes, I'm meeting up with the musketeers.
I bought two bags of chips, and a bag of pretzels.
I'll devour those tonight.
She tasted good, wrong, pure. She kept tasting like more.
-Mom! I don't have a towel. Yes.
Mom, towel!
Come on, Wimpy!
Get him. Come on.
Come on, Wimpy, you got this!
Wimpy, Wimpy, Wimpy!
-Nice! -Let's get some beers, guys.
-Here you go, son. -Nice, thank you.
-Staff coming through. -I'll double it.
-Here. Four beers. -Take it easy, okay?
-Here we go! -Just a little sip.
One for all...
All get wasted!
She tasted sweet, salt, sour.
She tasted like the summer.
She tasted good, bad, pure.
She kept tasting like more.
It turned 4, 5 AM, and I was in her arms again.
And there was a lot of Spanish fire,
so tomorrow one more time.
Patrick! Are you home?
Yes, mom. I'm home.
I crawled to the shower on my knees. Just in time. One big yellow wave.
I'd love to meet you sometime. I hope you want to see me too.
Mom was mad, she had to mash that crud down the drain with a fork.
And that you would be able to come to Bonaire.
-A fruitful evening, though. -Such a headache.
Listen, you have to go to Bonaire.
It's from your father.
Manuel Arrindell.
Congratulations.
-With what? -Your father.
At least you have a father, while you thought he was dead.
You fool. The question is whether he should be happy about that.
-Of course he should. -Why?
-Who wouldn't be happy? -What? Not me.
-If your dead father suddenly lives? -Not me.
-Why? -Because he was an asshole.
I want to go to Zandvoort next week.
The grass needs mowing.
I already have plants for the borders. The shed door needs painting.
I'll do the sanding, you can do the painting.
Have you been peaking around in my drawer?
Why?
Why have you been lying to me for 47 years?
He's not worth it, Patrick.
I have a father, mom.
For 47 years you've been telling me he's dead.
Why?
And why is he suddenly writing me, saying he wants to see me?
Why have you never told me?
Because he's a good-for-nothing Antillean who didn't fulfill his obligations.
A cowardly conceiver. He's an unreliable deadbeat.
Yes, but a living deadbeat who wants to see me now.
No idea why he's suddenly curious about you.
-Well, I'm going to find out then. -What?
My father is trying to contact me and I don't know him.
Not for 47 years.
-It's about time we met. -Nonsense.
You haven't missed him for 47 years.
Because you've been saying he's dead for 47 years.
For your own good.
I'll decide what's good for me and what isn't.
You're so good at that, deciding what you're good at.
And who gets to mash the puke down the drain again?!
-I'm going to Bonaire, mom. -No way you're going to Bonaire.
I'm really curious what he's up to over there.
Selling drugs, of course, on that damned island.
Oh man, it always stinks over there.
It's scorching hot, it's windy, it's swarming with flies.
It's a terrible island!
I'll see about that with my own eyes, you've lied to me more than once,
so this probably isn't true either.
God damn it.
I have chocolates.
I was 19, Patrick.
When I passed my final exams,
Grandpa and grandma took me on a trip to Bonaire.
I met Manuel there, and when we got back from that vacation,
I turned out to be pregnant.
Grandpa and grandma wouldn't allow an abortion.
I'd better marry this Manuel,
but he didn't believe that I was pregnant.
He broke up with me.
There I was, with you in my belly.
Then I decided, to spare you all the fuss,
to start lying
and raise you on my own.
Listen, Patrick.
Who knows, maybe this Manuel is just a bum.
What good is that to you? What does it get you?
Fine, you'll see your father.
A shivering, old man you've never known.
I've always taken care of you.
I've done everything for you.
One letter from a drug mule from Bonaire
and suddenly you have to see your daddy
who hasn't spent a single penny on you.
That's ungrateful, don't you think?
And, besides, you can't be away from home that long.
What are you going to eat? You can't even boil an egg.
It looks like you've got 34 whole days left, buddy.
I'd like to take those right now.
Well, that's just great.
Here you go.
And to make you look like a complete fool, we have this for you too.
Aren't they cute?
And don't stick your pickle in all sorts of weird jars, okay?
Says you, fruitcake. Here you go.
-See you later. -See you, lad.
Whoa, whoa. Who'll do all the work, then?
Listen, Wimpy. How about you?
Ewa, sahbi.
Have a good trip.
-And say hi to your dad for me. -I think it's far away.
Exactly.
Hey, Wimpy.
Are you actually crying?
I'm going to miss you guys.
Right, like a wart on your pecker.
-One for all... -All get wasted.
Have a good trip and take care of yourself.
Chocolate sprinkles are in the suitcase.
I put some foil around it.
Before you know, I'll be back, mom.
Wanapa!
We're going!!! Whoa, hold on a second. Hello.
Hello.
Your name, please?
Van der Velde, Patrick.
Patrick van der Velde.
-You're not on the list. -No, but...
Then unfortunately, we can't take you. Sorry.
That's that, end of story.
-Good day. -Welcome!
"That's that, end of story."
Fucking mess.
Hey!
-Where are you going? -Wanapa.
Wanapa, good. Bam. Jump in.
Welcome to Bonaire!
Thank you.
What are you transporting, actually?
-'Pupu di Buricu'. -What?
Donkey poop.
Good afternoon, welcome to Wanapa.
Do you have a reservation number?
I come for my father.
Do you have a room number?
-No, I don't know it. -Do you have a name?
Yes. Patrick van der Velde.
Ah, you've arrived.
Good. Again, I'm sorry,
but I can't take passengers without a reservation. You understand?
No worries, it's good.
I don't have anyone named van der Velde right now.
No, that's my name.
Oh, I mean the name of your father you're looking for?
Ah, right, yes.
Arrindell.
Manuel Arrindell.
Patrick?
Good heavens.
You're Patrick. The prodigal son.
Your father has been looking for you for so long.
Your father has missed you so much.
Such joy.
He'll be so happy. He wants to see you so badly.
No, no, no.
Let go, Patrick.
No, not papa. I'm not your father.
I am Juan la Costa del Rey.
The right-hand of your father,
but I'm so pleased that you are finally here.
Forgive me. I only speak a little Dutch.
Little, little.
How was your trip?
Yes. Good.
-Good? -Yes.
Fine. But, a little bit dirty, and smelly.
No problem. Come, I'll show you your room. Follow me.
Helga.
Oops, slippery.
I am here with your father quite a time now.
I am from, let's say Venezuela. Fugitive. Refugee.
Venezuela, must be beautiful.
I don't know. Look.
This is your room.
You can stay here as long as you will.
But take those clothes off, come.
And take a shower.
I'll be back as soon as your father is ready to see you.
Good. Okay, thank you.
Good heavens, he reeks. My God.
-Can I get you a drink, sir? -A nice beer.
Coming right up.
Robbie, don't drown your sister!
I'm not drowning her.
-Yes, you are drowning me. -You're lying.
Stop it, both of you. Or we're leaving the pool.
-Your beer, sir. -Patrick?
Patrick, sorry, your father is ready to see you.
-Now? -Yes, now. Come, come.
Hurry up. Follow me, come.
Okay, and if you can, lift one leg and stretch those toes, of course.
Let's try the other foot...
Is this...?
Yes.
This is your father.
He's very ill.
He's dying.
That's why he wrote you that letter.
Patrick?
-My son. My son. -Yes.
My son.
Yes... me and you.
No, no.
"My son."
I'm so happy to see you.
Today, everything will be fine again.
God has heard my prayers.
Let me look at you. I want to see you.
You're muscular.
Handsome man.
Just like your father.
You're Antillean.
He's very happy that you are here.
I'm happy too.
Give me a hug.
He wants a hug.
-You'd better go. -Yes.
Lung cancer.
For over a year now.
It spread.
He's deteriorating rapidly.
But how do you know him?
He's my father.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, it's not your fault.
But I've never seen him before.
And now I finally see him after 47 years and it turns out he's...
Dying.
Why isn't he in the hospital?
He wants to spend his final days here. He is the owner of the resort, after all.
So he wants to stay informed about everything.
-The owner? -Yes.
He built it all from the ground up.
Patrick?
Sorry, Patrick. But...
Your father is...
He just passed away.
Sorry.
My condolences, sir.
These are the daughters of Manuel,
Dayenne and Louella.
And their husbands,
Willem and Delirio.
Delano.
Yes, I...
I'm Patrick.
Our brother.
-Huh? -Brother.
-You're staying at the resort, I presume? -Yes.
You could stay with us too.
The resort's fine, right?
Yes, right, the resort's fine.
How about we meet up tonight?
It's easier to talk than here.
I'll make an appointment for you at Maiky's.
We want to know everything about you.
Welcome to the family.
My dad works in real estate, a property developer.
He buys up entire plots of land and builds rental properties.
He owns almost half the island and he keeps buying more,
I work for him in the office.
And what is this?
-Soup. -Sopi mondongo.
Tripe. It's tasty.
They say, if you eat sopi mondongo, you must move your bed from the wall.
-Why? -For the neighbors.
Because the bed will be banging against the wall.
Maybe you should eat some more of it then.
So your father was the owner of the Wanapa resort.
Our father, yes.
My dad wanted to buy that too, but he didn't want to.
I'm his son-in-law after all.
-Was. -Was his son-in-law, sorry.
He offered way too little, so it's logical dad didn't want it.
And you, Delano?
I do various chores for Willem.
Now and then some administration or another chore.
And you, Patrick, what do you do?
I work in a pickle factory.
I screw the lids on the jars.
-It's fun work. -Hey, donkey shitter!
Hey.
Donkey shitter? Donkey shit?
-We do kimchi and cocktail onions. -Okay.
Willem?
-Could you behave? -And your mother? Who is she?
Her name is Carina and we live together in Amsterdam, in an upstairs apartment.
And how did she know dad?
From vacation.
They met each other and then one thing led to another.
One thing led to another...
Shut your mouth.
It's okay.
So, weren't you ever curious about your father?
Well, I always thought he was dead.
Yes, well, at least he is now.
Willem, behave, man.
Idiot.
-Shall we toast to our brother? -Long live our brother!
To our half-brother.
-When do you return to Holland? -Retard?
As in, are you retarded?
No, no. When you're returning to the Netherlands.
Well, after the funeral, I think.
-But we can call and email. -Yes, we can stay in touch, right?
-Yes, great. -Hey, to a safe journey back.
Cheers.
Definitely. Cheers. Have a good trip back.
Huh? Ah, right.
-Ah, nice, nice. -Thank you.
Thanks.
-What's this? -Stewed goat innards.
Oh, right, then you also get...
You guys had to teach him that.
Hey, Patrick. I was just busy.
You won't believe it, mom.
-What won't I believe? How was the flight? -Yes, it's awesome, mom.
You're above the clouds.
It's beautiful here, palm trees everywhere.
Did you see your father? What did he look like?
Pale.
Pale. Why? How is he?
Yes, well, he is...
He's dead.
-Dead? -Yes, he passed away in my arms.
Well, isn't that something.
But Patrick, if he's passed away, you can come home again.
Sorry Patrick, this is your suit for the funeral.
-And shoes. -Ah.
Okay, thank you, Juan.
Do I hear you speaking English? Who are you talking to?
That's Juan. He just brought a suit.
-A suit? What kind of suit? -For the funeral, mom.
Dear guests,
welcome on this sad day.
We have gathered here to say goodbye...
to Manuel Arrindell.
I'd like to invite his only son, Patrick, to speak.
-Your speech. -Patrick?
Speech?
Oh, shit.
Manuel was my father.
But...
I never really knew him.
A little louder!
And he didn't know me either.
But I've missed him my whole life.
Eventually, we found each other.
Papa...
My stomach's upset.
I love you. Nice try.
Hello!
Hello, good day.
I've arranged everything for you. There's a plane at 3:00 AM
to Schiphol, Amsterdam.
Is that okay?
Okay.
Patrick, what are you doing?
I'm packing my bags. I'm going home.
No, no. You can't go home. You have to go with me. There's a will.
Okay.
Come.
Then we shall now proceed to the last will and testament
of the late Mr. M. Arrindell.
The entire Wanapa hotel,
concerning the 1,400 hectares of private land,
including the outstanding mortgage
and the associated investments,
shall be bequeathed
to my only son,
Patrick van der Velde.
Hold on, this must be a mistake.
-This isn't right. -He doesn't even know him.
-He's no family. -So Patrick gets everything,
the entire Wanapa Resort?
If you accept, I just need your signature.
Wait, these are the real daughters. We should get everything, them.
Your father-in-law recently changed his will.
-What's he saying? -He recently changed his testament.
It's okay, it's okay.
Patrick?
You have to sign, make a drawing.
Oh no, dad.
-What? -Nothing.
Look, this is the swimming pool.
And over there is the bar, but you can't really see it now.
And the apartments are over here.
-So, I have staff. -Hi!
The guests are chilling over here. That's my mother.
-Hi. -Hey, mom.
Patrick, listen carefully, if we sell this, we'll be multi-millionaires.
Here, mom, look. Palm trees.
Patrick, listen. This is worth at least 2, 4, 5 million.
We can live in a villa for the rest of our lives.
Yes. Look at this, mom.
And this is the reception.
-This is where the guests come in. -Yes, that's great.
But we need to have an appraisal.
And this is the restaurant.
-I'm off to the office, mom. Hanging up now.
Wait a minute!
Call me when the appraiser has visited.
It might even be worth 6 million.
Ha Patrick, welcome to the office.
Juan, my friend.
First, we make a toast to my father.
You toast, yes.
Cheers.
Juan, listen.
I think...
You think, yes.
I want to sell the resort.
-Sell the resort? -Yes.
What's it worth?
-Sell? -Yes. How much, the whole place?
No. No, Patrick, no sale.
This is your father's life's work. You can't sell.
What am I supposed to do with a resort?
What do I have to do here? I'm going back to Holland, back.
That's not possible, Patrick.
The resort is below zero.
There's a mortgage on it. Salaries, payments, deudas.
-Deudas? -I'll show you, come on. Come!
Here. You see all the red figures?
-Those are debts. -Debts?
Yes.
if you sell the resort now, you have to pay 1.5 million to cover the loss.
It's a loss, a big loss.
Red numbers, yellow, red.
One and a half million...
So we need more money, more tour operators, more tourists.
-We need to make the resort flush. -Flourish.
How do we do that, then?
Work harder.
You're the boss now, I say: get to work.
That's nice Dutch.
Your father was a good man.
When I came to the island, I had nothing.
I was very poor, then I became friends with your father
and he gave me a job. Work.
Then we built everything together.
-Making it nicer. You see? -Yes.
Yes. Come, I'll show you the kitchen.
This is Jayden,
he makes good food.
Tasty stuff for tourists.
-Hi! -Fuck off!
-He's the new owner, Mr. Patrick. -I'm busy.
Just leave him, he's a little bit crazy.
It's breakfast time, you know.
-And this is Esmeralda.
-Hey Esmeralda! -Are you having a nice vacation?
-Vacation? -No, no!
-He's the new owner of Wanapa. -The boss.
-Oh... -Yes.
-Hello. -Sorry, sir.
-No, it doesn't matter. -Come.
So, this is the terrace and these are Omar and Ayana.
They clean all the rooms, make everything fresh.
Well, well, that's the new owner. Did you see his mustache?
Nice mustache, right?
This is Ronnie. He has been here forever.
-Hi Ronnie. -Boss!
He said boss.
This is, as you can see, the beautiful swimming pool,
fully automatic and very clean water.
They're doing aquagym in the water.
This is Egilio, you've already met.
-He's a waiter. -Congratulations! The new owner, right?
-Yes! -Welcome to Wanapa.
-And this is your suit. -What am I supposed to do with a suit?
-Your uniform. -Uniform?
Yes. Egilio does the bar, you do the terrace.
You can start right away. Come on, let's go.
-Ronnie, go. -Nice. One more.
Asshole.
And high knees.
-Well. -Nice.
Right, work those legs. Very good. We're almost there.
Hey penguin, we ordered an hour ago, we still haven't gotten our drinks.
-Yes, sorry, but I... -'Sorry' doesn't get me anything.
-Where's my whiskey cola? -A whiskey cola.
Yes, a whiskey cola and a dry white wine.
-A dry white wine. -And two Fantas.
Okay, two Fantas.
I ordered two coffees, I still haven't gotten them either.
-Two coffees... -I don't want Fanta, just give me a Polar.
-A Polar... -You're getting a Fanta.
-Okay, a Fanta after all, two coffees and... -Sir?
-Yes? -I'd like a coffee with oat milk, decaf.
Decaf.
-Hey, don't you have any staff? -Get us two beers too.
-That was the class. Thank you. -Come on, we'd like them today.
You look very good in your outfit, like George Clooney.
Let's see. One sweet white wine, two Fantas,
one whiskey cola, one decaf,
no, two decafs with goat milk and two beers for my brothers-in-law.
What are those assholes even doing here?
Yes, they come here more often.
They act like they're in charge, drink beer. And never pay for anything.
They have no reason to be here.
What is this...
Juan, what is this?
Every week $20,000 to W. Braamhaar and D. Broekhorst,
what's that? Coffee or beer?
Those are your brothers-in-law, Patrick.
Yes, why do those cuñados need $20,000 a week? That's money from the resort.
Yes. Listen, Patrick.
Since your father became sick, the sons-in-law,
Willem and Delama, come to the office, and...
They transfer our money to their bank accounts.
Now I understand why we're in the red.
-Here, it's all red. Everything is red. -Yes, very red.
Yes, very red, Yes. Are they out of their minds?
Block that direct debit.
Come on, dude, chop chop. Have they gone completely crazy?
Block it, Juan. Block those accounts.
-Block them? -Yes.
No, Patrick, don't block them.
You can't just block the bank accounts.
Willem and Delima, they are very angry. They're upset.
Upset? The only one who's upset here, is me.
We're working our asses off and they're pocketing the cash.
-No way, José. -Juan.
Block it.
Right, just the man I need.
-My faucet's leaking. -Your faucet's leaking.
Yes, and not just a little. We can't sleep.
We're listening to drips all night, someone needs to check it.
I'll pass it on to reception, sir.
No, you're not listening. Someone needs to look at it now. Now.
The handyman's gone home. As soon as he's in tomorrow...
Tomorrow is useless, I can't sleep now.
You listen carefully, buddy. Someone will check it tomorrow.
Go inside, you're waking all the guests with your rants.
Got it? I have other things on my mind than leaking faucets. Get lost.
Well, I never, is he out of his mind?
Excuse me, madam, are you really eating all of this?
Are you the new manager of this rotten resort?
Well...
My room hasn't been cleaned for two days.
It's a huge mess.
Okay, I'll pass it on to reception.
Yes, you too, sir.
Go on, hang up then.
Esmeralda, do you happen to know where the chambermaids are?
-Hello? I'm checking out, you dingbat. -Pardon?
Yes, I'll to tell you exactly why,
I don't like it one bit here, this prison camp.
I've got a leaking faucet and I'm getting yelled at.
Fix it? No way.
-Also, what about that fungus. -That's none of his damn business, is it?
No, in the shower.
Oh right, I have fungus in the shower.
The food's too salty and I waited an hour for a lukewarm drink.
I'm done with this place.
-I'm rebooking to a better resort. -Your faucet will be fixed.
Too late, you goat. We haven't slept for three nights.
-Let it go. -No, I'm letting nothing go.
My wife has the runs from the goulash, the sea is an hour's drive away
and the water here is like a chlorine bath.
Feels like I'm next to a chem plant floating in PFAS.
-Just calm down. -I am calm!
One moment.
We're not paying a single penny and we're out of here. Let's go.
There's a complaint about the cleaning of room 10.
It's an elderly lady and she...
Where are your clothes?
Sorry, Mr. Van der Velde, we're resigning.
Resigning?
We've been working for three weeks without salary.
That's what I'm saying.
Wait, the salary is coming. The salary is really coming, I promise.
I'm managing the administration and then I'll transfer it all to you.
We already have another job. Sorry.
Sorry.
Yes, sorry, I'm quitting too.
I'm done with that bunny suit.
Shit.
The tourist is boss, Patrick. We have to tune them and dance.
-Dance to their tune. -Exactly.
They want everything harsh and desired.
Whatever their heart desires.
Yes. Here. You clean the toilet.
Come on.
-Me? -Yes, you!
The piss pot.
Pfff.
I'm not a slave, am I?
Yes, yes. You slave. Slave of the tourist.
This is no work for the CEO of a resort, is it?
No, Patrick. It's terrible.
Tourists eat and eat, and then...
Look, over there.
What?
Pubic hair.
-Where? -Drain?
Oh.
Well, well, teddy bear.
You're a bit stressed, aren't you?
You also need to relax a little.
How about a massage?
-Massage? -Massage, come on.
Yes. Come. Come, come.
Hello.
Undress, please.
Come, come.
Right...
My name is Helga.
Yes, right.
-Hot Helga... -Pfeiffer.
That's all I need.
You're strong, aren't you?
That's from tightening those jars of pickles...
in the pickle factory.
Pickles?
-Oh. -Oh, sorry.
Patty!
Faka Patty, what's up man? Enjoying the sun?
While we're burning the midnight oil, all for nothing, you know.
Show us something, man.
Wow! Patty!
Again, again.
Hello boys.
Oh, German! Great!
Hey guys, can I call you back in a bit?
Tonight, room 11.
Yes. Okay.
Good.
Patty is a hustler!
-Those airbags, man. -We do miss you, d'Artagnan.
-Yeah, right? You weird pickle. -How's your dad doing?
Uh... He passed away.
What? Why?
But guys, I inherited a whole resort.
Look. Here.
That's the bar.
And this is the swimming pool.
-Patrick! -See?
Patrick? Big problem.
Oh, guys, this is Juan, my rock and support.
Say hi, Juan, these are my friends from Holland, from the pickles.
Kesbeke!!
Hello, hi, guys.
Friends of Patrick are my friends, amigos.
But Patrick, we have big problems.
Your brothers-in-law arrived, they're in the office.
-Willem and Delano? -Yes, Willem and the other one.
-But we have to go now. -Oh, okay. Guys, we'll call you later.
-I need to manage things here for a bit. -Yes, right, manage that German, surely.
Hey Patty, boom, boom, boom.
Put your pickle in the brine, huh.
The last push is for...
Listen, big, big problem.
We have to be very careful.
Okay, don't be scared.
-Just follow me. -Follow you.
Yes.
I think that's my computer.
Your computer?
This computer belongs to our father-in-law.
So what's it to you?
Juan, take him away. Out of the office, go.
I think you better come with me, Patrick.
Well, you heard him, right?
Get the hell out of my office. Now.
Listen, you little prick.
We're transferring our salary, got it?
Louella and Dayenne were his daughters. The resort isn't yours.
One week ago, we hadn't even heard of you, kid.
Listen carefully, asshole.
Don't fuck with us, got it?
This is our resort. We're taking what we're entitled to.
Got it?
Our money. Our island.
Get it, dushi?
Oh, oh...
Are you alright, Patrick?
Sure, couldn't be better.
God damn it.
Come on.
You can do this.
You're a man.
Helga?
Are you sleeping?
What's all this damn noise? It's the middle of the night, punk.
-Now get lost. -Boss!
Patrick! It was room 11.
Wait. Shouldn't we take it a little easy?
Relax, no worries.
No worries, it's okay.
I can't do this like this.
My father.
And my mother...
They had a holiday romance once.
And then...
And then I was born.
I understand.
But Patrick, you're not just any boy to me.
You have something good in you.
You're a good guy.
You have something beautiful.
I've also been disappointed in love.
But, you are...
different.
Trustable.
Betrothable...
If you want to leave, then I understand that.
But don't forget,
I'm just a girl.
Standing in front of a boy,
asking him to love me.
Stay with me.
Please.
It's my mother.
Kids these days...
It's okay.
Mom, it's the middle of the night.
As if you always call at convenient times.
Where are you?
-I'm in Bonaire? -Yes.
You were supposed to sell that ruin and come back.
That shouldn't take this long, should it?
It's not as easy.
Have you had it appraised yet?
How many million is it worth?
We still have to calculate all that, I can't tell right now.
Damn it, Patrick, I'm here waiting for you and you're not coming back.
-What is taking so long? -She sounds angry, your mother.
What do I hear? Who's talking over there?
Nobody, mom.
I clearly hear you talking.
You don't have a girl, do you?
No, mom.
You're not in bed with someone, are you, Patrick?
-Of course not. -Of course not?
Are you alright?
You're speaking German, your father is dead.
You can sell the bungalow park.
There's nothing left to stay for.
Yes, there are quite a few problems here...
She hung up.
-Where were we... -Oh!
-Ah, Patrick. Listen. -Juan, listen...
-I have made love. -Okay. Patrick, now you listen to me.
Your sisters are at home, now. Home alone.
Here, go. Take the key, put it in the moped, start it and go.
Go, quick. Tell them, Patrick.
-Who's there? -Patrick.
Oh, Patrick!
I'll open the gate for you.
Patrick, how nice!
I want you to stop stealing money from the resort.
-Stealing? -Yes. Stealing, yes.
You're ripping us off.
You're both stealing $10,000 every week. It's outrageous.
-What's he talking about? -No idea.
Don't play dumb, you transfer $10,000 to your own bank account every week.
-That's why I'm in the red. -Why in the red?
It's your own father's resort, my father's.
Aren't we family?
And what do you do? Give me a bloody nose.
-Wait... -Who gave you a bloody nose?
Willem and Delano.
Damn it, what's with those two?
-I don't know anything about that $10,000. -Me neither, I swear.
Listen. If Willem and Delano are behind this...
-Then they'll have to deal with me. -That's right.
I assure you, Patrick, this blackmail ends immediately.
We have to do something before it gets out of hand.
-And fast! -Patrick, we're going to help you.
And one more thing...
What is it?
Yes, I...
I'm in love.
I think.
But I don't know how it works.
Impossible. A grown man who still has to learn...
Right?
I'm embarrassed for him. Imagine if he were Antillean.
Impossible.
-How pathetic. I think it's sweet. -I can't take any more.
Look!
A school of fish.
-A school. -School.
Patrick! You're in deep shit. Everyone's got the runs.
-Not good. -Everyone's got the runs?
Yes, everyone's got the runs. It's food poisoning.
There's an investigation in the kitchen, you have to go. Go! Hurry.
What happened?
Everyone's got diarrhea, it's coming out like water.
The runs?
-What's going on? -We're conducting an investigation, sir.
We're taking all these products to the lab.
-Until then, the kitchen must close. -Fuck off!
-I quit. -No, no.
But wait, that won't work, the guests need breakfast and lunch. And dinner.
There's no other way, sir.
The kitchen is closing and it's for your own good.
If people die, you'll be the one responsible.
You're not getting any food here anyway. He can just file a complaint, you know.
Patrick, I'm playing cards.
-Can't you watch the time for once? -Mom, big news, I...
-Yes, how much is the hotel worth? -I met someone, mom.
-What? -It's a girl, mom.
Helga, she's German.
-German? -Yes, she's nice, mom.
-I think I'm actually... -What do you want with a German?
They've caused enough trouble, I'd say.
Mom, I think we're dating, mom.
Dating?
-Patrick, this is your suit. -Another suit?
Yes, it's a rabbit suit for the children, outside. You do animation, I do the bar.
Oh, but... wait a minute, mom.
I have to hang up, there are kids waiting.
Kids? No, Patrick!
Hello everyone, so glad that you are here.
Is this your first time here or are you already familiar?
Stomp your feet, hands in your... Helga!
I'm Patrick, and who are you?
I've seen a lot of animation, but you're really bad.
Oh, yeah?
Here!
Loser!
For you, it's the tour operator.
This is Patrick.
Yes, but that food problem, that's being investigated.
What do you mean, fired?
Helga?
You're getting ahead of yourself. I'll take care of everything soon...
What?
...Sorry, Patrick...
...Fired, I have no job...
My fault... Because you fell in love...
I'm going back to...
Germany?!
Helga!
We tried, Patrick. We really tried.
But we're leaving the Titanic.
You were a good captain.
But we lost.
Where are you going?
I don't know.
Looking for a job somewhere else.
And you, Patrick? What will you do?
Uh...
To the pickle factory.
Back to mama.
Back to work, I guess.
Yes.
Have a good life, Patrick.
You really were a good friend.
I'll miss you.
I'll miss you too.
This is my mother's voicemail.
Leave a message after the beep. Beep.
Yes, mom, it's me.
I'm coming home.
The resort failed.
I'm in debt.
So...
You were right.
I shouldn't have gone.
And I miss you.
And your chocolate sprinkles.
So...
Well, anyway.
See you tomorrow.
Patrick!
It was the tuna.
The investigation...
...was filleted incorrectly.
It was the tuna.
The kitchen can reopen.
Tuna...
The tuna.
I've missed you so much.
I love you, Patrick.
What?
-Helga. -Yes?
Will you marry me?
Yes.
Come.
It was the tuna.
Good luck.
Patrick! We have a big problem. They're gathering construction workers.
They're bringing a gang to tear the place up.
-Wait, who? -Willem and Delano. Those bastards.
-That's why we're here to warn you. -They don't want you to have the resort.
They want to own everything on the island.
Those damn crackers think they own everything.
We're going to be in deep shit soon.
What's the name of the donkey poop guy...
Donkey poop?
The damn crackers, the damn crackers are coming!
Fire!
Stop. Stop, stop!
Mom?
Patrick van der Velde.
What's this thing with a German girl?
That's me.
Helga Pfeiffer. Hello.
Look, that's him, up there.
Good heavens.
Pfff.
He's gotten old.
Look at those wrinkles.
Okay, that's enough. Where's your girlfriend?
Those are the green beans.
I usually cook them for fifteen minutes. These are the potatoes.
I cook them a bit longer, so you can mash them.
-He likes that. -Ah, I understand, yes.
-Twenty minutes. -Twenty.
-And this is the beef. -Ah yes, that smells super!
Yes, that's super.
Those are braised beef, you have to let them simmer for a few hours.
-Then you put that on the potatoes. -Oh, right.
Patrick has been eating that for all of his life.
It's wonderful, a mother like you.
So, you want to marry my Patrick?
Yes...
Yes.
But only with your permission.
Permission...
-Juan. -Yes.
Patrick.
Gogolo was too big, too many people.
I missed the social life, the cozy chats, the smaller scale.
I belong here, I belong to Wanapa. This is my home, this is my life.
I'm so mucho happy that you're back. Here.
I need to drink something, I can't even make spit anymore.
Oh, Juan, this is my mother, mi madre, Carina.
So this is Juan.
Juan, beautiful name.
Very nice meeting you, beautiful woman.
Please, take a seat.
Your fiancé is serving my braised beef.
-Shouldn't you help? -Oh, right.
You want to drink?
-So, d'Artagnan, what's this we hear? -You're getting married?
Without us?
Guys? How long have you been here?
An hour and six minutes.
Anything to drink around here?
Sure.
-I say, one for all... -All get wasted!
Juan, beers, over here.
Rapido!
-Hey, buddy. -Man.
-Patty! -Well I be ever!
Guys! And you too, buddy.
-Didn't expect that, did you? -No.
-Right, not too tight. -That's fine.
There we go.
There.
Okay, well.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Yes.
There.
And now, sit down.
I'll do your hair.
This one?
Tacky.
There's crap everywhere.
Sorry Patrick, look.
Here are the rings.
Wow, these aren’t from the bargain bin!
My precious.
They are from my parents,
and now I'm giving them to you.
Now you are the Lord of the Rings.
And when the official says, "Now you are man and wife",
then you finger Helga. Okay?
You'll finger Helga?!
What's up?
Are you nervous?
In front of everyone!
A little.
Ladies and gentlemen, bon bini on this beautiful day.
Because today, Helga and Patrick are getting married.
It's scorching hot here, so...
Let's begin!
Patrick van der Velde,
do you take Helga Pfeiffer to be your lawfully wedded wife,
until death or separation do you part?
What will be your answer to that?
I do.
Helga Pfeiffer,
do you take Patrick van der Velde
to be your lawfully wedded husband,
until death or separation do you part?
What will be your answer to that?
Yes, absolutely.
Then I now pronounce you
husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Ladies and gentlemen: The Pickles.
So you're away from the cold and no pickles.
So, a quick trip to Bonaire.
To our buddy Patrick,
relaxing at his Wanapa.
She was giving him a massage on a bed,
he had to cry softly.
So now they're getting married,
and not because they have to.
So, we celebrate a party together,
drinking way too much.
Yes, it's very bitter,
we're losing our buddy now.
And if Helga has her way, we'll never see him again.
Now he's half German, but that's not too bad.
Hey. Yes, you.
To the office, right now.
What do you want?
You're disrupting my wedding.
What are you thinking, sucker? We want what's ours.
That's right.
Buddy!
This resort is mine and Helga's.
Get lost.
Patrick! I love you!
Cariña!
Carina!
Weirdo!
Patrick.
Patrick!
Get out of here, asshole!
Next time I see you, I'll break you into pieces.
Come on, come on! Hop on!
Go, go, go!
Goddammit!
Are you sure, mom?
You can just stay longer.
-You can just get a room... -No, I'm sure, Patrick.
You're doing well.
I was wrong.
You really can stand on your own two feet.
And take good care of your girl.
I think she's a gem.
I'm going to miss you, mom.
And your green beans,
your braised beef,
and your floury potatoes.
I know that, son.
But I'll visit very often, there will be many occasions.
And call me...
if you need me to come babysit.
Have a good flight!
Helga!
Bye!
I'm going to miss you, weird pickle.
-Mom?! -Oh, Carina!
Nice one, man!
I really like you.
-What are you saying? -You heard me.
Keep it up, okay?
Yes.
-See you later, Patty. -Bye, Patrick!
Bye, guys!
So.
He would have been proud.
Proud of you.
Yes.
Who knows.
What do you think?
Are we going to make it?
Of course.
We'll make it happen!
Did you, uh...
have sex with my mother?
No. No, no, no, Patrick.
That's for the sequal.
-Get over here, you asshole! -No, no, no, Patrick.