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This is Maarten.

He's in his forties, exactly how old

isn't important, like his weight.

Maarten could be a brilliant

concert pianist with a mop of hair...

...but not everyone can see it.

He teaches music to children.

You don't choose children, you get them.

Everyone does it in their own way.

Christian here was planned.

Like his 4 brothers and 6 sisters.

But Marina's parents needed

some help:
With IVF.

Jaap came from a 1-night stand and

Maya after 2 years desperate f***ing.

Toni's dad left 'cos his mum

did it with half the neighbours.

Anita has two mothers and an unknown

donor father.

The little blond kid is Finn.

His uncle is raising him.

His mother, just like Maarten's,

died of Mamma Carcinoma.

That's why Maarten and Finn

have a bond.

Maarten's mother died and

left him with his little sister Molly.

He always called her

his parents' daughter.

But he became her father.

Young and innocent

but full of good intentions.

And in case you didn't know,

Mama carcinoma is breast cancer.

Molly!

Molly...

Come on Molly, get up.

You have exams.

Breakfast is on the counter.

Don't drink from the pack.

- Eat!

- I'm not hungry.

Then get hungry!

All right!

- I'm tired.

- No surprise. You got home at 2.40!

I couldn't sleep.

Lunch...

- What about dinner tonight?

- With Tony.

Since when can he cook?

- I'm cooking.

- Since when can you cook?

- And Carnival des Animaux?

- Don't change the subject.

- You're doing the sea lion bit?

- Kangaroos. They're kangaroos.

Molly!

- Molly!

- Yes?

If your head wasn't screwed on...

Thanks.

- See you tomorrow.

- Ah, come on!

Okay. Bring Tony and I'll cook.

- I'll do the shopping.

- No need.

- I'd like to!

- Bye.

When do you want to move in?

I don't have much to bring.

Just clothes and books.

- And the rest?

- It can stay with Maarten.

You both decided that?

We haven't decided because

I haven't told him yet. Hello...

- Tomatoes please.

- How much?

- 2 kilo!

- Fine...

I'm leaving him and I don't

want to empty his house too.

- Thanks.

- Here you are.

And some spring onions...

- How much?

- I'll have a nice bunch.

Will you tell him, or just leave?

He's an actor.

I... I'll call Reina for some advice.

Should you? They tell each other

everything.

That's right.

Live together?

- Why did she tell you first?

- Because she knew how you'd react?

She'll never finish her thesis

if she moves in with him.

- I won't have it.

- Some girls her age have children.

Rubbish! You and I

don't have children, do we?

Not yet.

- Reina, you're fifty!

- Thanks for reminding me.

This isn't the time to get sensitive.

I think she wants the pair of you

to talk about it sensibly tonight.

That you don't put on

some gay melodrama.

- Excuse me?

- Yes?

This isn't the time to get sensitive.

- The shouting is over.

- Yes...

- Whose idea was it?

- What?

- Living together.

- Why?

Molly's, but I like it too.

Hurry up with that.

- If I act weird, there's diazepam in my bag.

- Great!

- I thought it was time for the two of us.

- You did?

I love Molly.

- I don't always want Uncle Maarten.

- Tough.

If you want Molly,

you get Maarten as a bonus.

And me too, don't forget.

But that's different,

because I'm naturally modest.

- Everyone will see this is best.

- Sure.

Let's hope so.

You're the oldest woman

I know who smokes dope.

It's you.

Don't be like that!

- Like what?

- Like that, how you react.

It's always the same.

- You know that?

- Better than anyone.

Reina...

Wait.

Reina!

Here...

To combat the empty-nest syndrome.

- A dog!

- Yes.

He was the last of the litter...

No one wanted him...

...because he's gay.

- Dog's aren't gay.

- They are. He is.

A dog!

Here! 17 missed calls.

He's feeling better.

I'm glad the radio silence is over.

- I promise I'll be home early.

- You'd better be.

- How about making me breakfast?

- Do it yourself.

Excuse me?

Which word was too difficult for you?

I thought that was an advantage

of living together.

You could look after me. But who cares

if I don't get breakfast from you or me?

But you do care if

you satisfy yourself or I do that.

- Don't do that. I have a shoot.

- Don't you?

We should have shacked up long ago.

It's only a jab.

You could squeal if you had my life.

It looks like leishmaniasis.

- I'm not good at the jargon.

- A parasite affecting the immune system.

He has to take pills for his whole life.

Like dog AIDS?

You could put it that way.

I'd like to see him regularly...

and do some tests to be sure.

That's a nice extra.

What do you mean?

For Doodle... to see you more often.

Yes...

Is it because he's gay?

- What?

- Reina gave me Doodle and said...

...that he's gay.

That's why he wasn't taken.

- Reina has a lively imagination.

- I know that!

- Bye Doodle and bye Doodle's boss.

- Bye Doodle's doctor.

I have to keep an eye on his poop.

Maybe you should talk more quietly?

- I'm talking about a dog!

- For 20 minutes! Very loud!

- It's wrong for me to bond?

- It's great, but...

Maybe you need a pal who doesn't need

you to carry his poop round in bags?

And how's your love life?

What is it about you?

You always have to talk about

you but it's not about you

If it's really about you then

you give up and lash out at me. Why?

- I want Molly back.

- She's with Tony.

Look:
Tony's with Molly and vice versa.

You're free with a sweet gay dog and

a ridiculously nice best friend who cares.

So keep complaining and

I'll go to the bathroom.

- You won't eat your apple pie?

- I sure will!

Isn't that a pity?

Watch out, a**hole!

- Wanker.

- Queer!

Ugly shop dummy!

Ugly shop dummy?

Is that your best shot?

- Where is Debby?

- Who's Debby?

Can't I leave you alone for a moment?

Stop it. He can't help it. He's drunk.

Leave him to me.

- Help me.

- What are you doing?

- I can't leave him here.

- I can't see why not?

Have a nice time.

- Where are we?

- At my place.

- What are you up to?

- I think I'll abuse you.

- Christ! You never learnt to knock?

- Debby?

- You changed.

- I'm not Debby.

Debby ran off. Very astute.

Really?

I'm Maarten and you drank too much.

- I should stop doing that.

- That's a good idea.

- You want coffee?

- Yes, and a croissant.

Now you're taking liberties.

Maybe wait till I leave the bathroom?

Never seen a naked man before?

- You often do that?

- What?

- Take home drunken men?

- As often as I can.

Strange hobby.

- Milk?

- Please.

- My name is Arthur.

- What an ugly name.

Isn't it.

You're Maarten?

Indeed...

Thank you, Maarten...

...for rescuing me and letting me sleep

under a Barbapapa duvet.

- That was my sister's duvet.

- Sorry...

Sorry, I thought...

Promise not to tell anyone? I'll tell.

No, I won't fall in love. He's coming.

No...

- I'm not gay.

- Nor am I.

I'm serious!

Of course.

What do you mean?

I like you and you kiss well, for a man...

but that's about it.

And tomorrow the coach changes

back into a pumpkin?

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