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Carry on, I'm not here.

Molly...

And now?

Nothing.

He made me pregnant, or rather...

I think so.

You think so?

- Here he is.

- Who? Tony? Who is it?

I really don't understand.

Hi...

You can't stay there.

Just come and live here.

- Shouldn't you consult first?

- Please don't smoke.

I think you need rest right now.

Stress is bad for the baby.

Come and stay here, in your own room.

- Maarten...

- Yes?

Nothing...

- You'll live together, won't you?

- So?

So?

- We'll talk about it tomorrow.

- No.

It's your house too.

We're going to Paris,

so we won't be in your way.

Melvin, say something.

Yes...

You're pregnant.

- Could it...

- Yes.

Jesus...

Why aren't you angry?

Don't worry, I will be.

- Where's Doodle?

- He'll follow us

I'm your Doodle in a way.

I'm sorry.

Are you coming?

I'll give you a bone.

Maarten!

Wait a minute.

- You're too late.

- I know.

We missed the train.

Where's your luggage?

I don't want to go to Paris.

- And I don't want a scene. Stop it.

- I haven't even started.

We were going away for the weekend.

Then we'd live together.

We love each other.

- And I'm supposed to shut up?

- Stop it.

Stop it, for once.

You don't give me a chance to speak.

You suffocate me the way you treat me.

I have no time to decide

who and what I am, you already know.

You know I want to live together and don't

mind Molly in between. You know what?

You ask a question but don't want

to know the answer. I don't want that.

Well...

- That's plain speaking.

- I don't mean it like that.

Yes you do.

Maarten.

Don't do that, Maarten.

It doesn't have to be this way.

Mrs van der Kamp?

It's the same as last year?

I thought my name was to be bigger.

...bigger... name...

Maybe you should add your photo.

It's important, Reina.

The show is important for the kids.

They spent a year.

So you can have your name printed large?

This is Maarten? Hi Molly.

I can't hear you, Molly. I'll go outside.

I'm at the printers, for the poster.

What is it?

We have to go, something's

wrong with Molly.

It's all gone wrong.

I want to go home.

I don't know if I can.

Be ill.

We're here too.

- Can I stay with you?

- Yes.

You got your way.

I'd rather not have.

What's that?

Oh, that...

I couldn't help it.

That's sweet.

D'you know anything about...

It's healthy.

She wants a party, so

would you like to come?

Come and stand with Molly.

All of you.

Dear Molly...

A special gift because we're so proud

you finished your thesis.

Reina will show you. Applause for Molly!

Your thesis, bound.

Here's to Prof. Van der Kamp.

TIME TO SPARE:

- See you soon.

- Goodbye

What are you doing here?

Dear Molly...

I did everything wrong I could.

I really regret it.

I feel sick to my stomach.

I can't look in the mirror

without thinking of you.

Will you marry me?

Because...

- Because I'm dying?

- You're not dying.

Yes I am.

I am dying.

I won't marry you.

I love you...

with all my heart...

and my fat belly and striae...

but I also love someone else.

So I can't marry you.

But you can have a cup of tea.

Inside, but...

Melvin is there too.

I don't know if you feel like that.

I thought so.

You could hang the mobile there.

I was only looking.

Are you tired? Lie down.

We'll do it.

This looks like a great place to die.

Hey!

Don't get cynical!

I won't have cynicism! You may be sick...

but I'll throw you out if you're cynical.

You'd throw me out, while

I'm terminally ill?

Stop it, you two.

I know this. It starts funny, but

gets worse and then someone cries.

- Stop it.

- I'd throw you out.

You may have a sick body, but

don't let cynicism kill your mind.

We'll try and make you better.

Chemo, radiation...

We? Shut up about "us"!

All you have that's rampant

is your waistline!

But I'm dying and won't get better.

- I'm not getting better.

- Yes, I know.

That's what's so awful.

You must be Melvin.

Yes, hi.

Come in, you're expected.

- Tea?

- Yes.

- Aren't we mature?

- Yes.

Thank goodness.

Okay...

It's difficult for me to choose.

I always had that problem.

I played with my Monchhichi dolls and...

felt guilty towards my Playmobil.

And if I played with my Playmobil,

my cuddly toys gave me such a look...

Anyway...

What I wanted to say...

It's a boy...

and I want him to be called Finn.

Okay...

Melvin...

Yes, fine.

Nice.

- Why did you ask him?

- I don't know who the father is.

It could be either of you.

Yes, but...

- Wait a sec...

- I don't want to know which is father.

It's not important.

It's good the way it is.

Finn...

Finn's part of me.

I want you both to love him.

Because that's how it is...

and you'll both always be there for him.

Reina...

Can I...

Can I have prettier curtains?

Nicer ones?

- Can I?

- Of course.

- Maarten...

- Yes?

- You think I did the right thing?

- What?

Everything.

Did I do everything right?

Yes.

- I do think that.

- I was afraid of that.

Of what?

- That you'd lie to me on my deathbed.

- Don't be silly.

I think mum and dad would be proud of you.

Funny.

That doesn't mean much to me.

I'd rather hear it from you.

Aren't they sweet?

Tony...

What are you up to?

- I'm rehearsing.

- Yes, so?

- So not here.

- Yes, I insist.

Molly needs you and you're only interested

in texts and gestures.

- We are finished.

- Don't kid yourself.

You haven't been to hospital once.

You'll regret it.

Regret it more than you know.

Sorry.

- Never mind. It's okay.

- No, sorry.

I mean it, I can't cope.

How is it possible?

- Is it that bad?

- Physically.

Her body can't cope with giving birth.

We can operate without complications...

but I think you should stay here.

Let's go see mummy.

We'll go to mummy.

Here's mummy. Here's mummy.

Where did she get to?

I want Finn to live with you.

He's got two fathers, hasn't he?

Tony's still a child and

I don't think Melvin's the father.

Finn is better off with you and Reina...

with Tony and Melvin as well.

Maarten...

Will you give up everything for me

one more time?

Yes, of course.

Maarten, happy birthday.

It's for you...

and Molly.

These are the sea lions.

Because the composer was too lazy.

I varnished my nails...

specially for you.

Reina did it really.

But you don't mind that.

I don't have a present for you.

It doesn't matter.

Give me two next year.

Yes...

Next year...

Will you do this one?

If you do this...

Think of me, pray with me.

Speak my name at home as

you always did, without stressing it.

And without a veil of sorrow.

Life is what it always was.

The bond has not been broken.

Why should I be out of your thoughts?

Because you can't see me anymore? No.

I am not far off. Just over the road.

You see? Everything is fine.

You will rediscover my heart

and find tenderness.

So dry your tears and don't mourn.

Finally, but to start: Finn.

My darling, beautiful Finn.

You haven't made it yet.

But I can feel you move.

One day you'll be a big boy.

A little less big than Maarten, I hope.

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