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I wondered, could I borrow some cash?

-Cash?

Not much. A few thousand, is all.

-Can't it wait until your show?

That's the thing. I need to buy materials.

Go big, make a bang.

Could I see some ID, Mr Meijer?

Sure.

I'm just going to...

Hey, mister.

Mr Severijn.

-We'll talk about this later.

Hello, Father.

-So nice to see you.

And you. Beautiful little church.

-Yes, I'm rather pleased with it.

Meijer, you said?

-Yes, Bonnie Meijer.

Well?

No, nothing.

-I just gave you 100 euros.

There's no Bonnie Meijer.

Just an Els Meijer, but she's 85.

And some guys. But no Bonnie.

She doesn't exist.

Bonnie doesn't exist. I've been by

the hospital and they'd never heard of her.

At the hospital?

-I told you something didn't add up.

Maybe she changed her name.

Like how I'm Salinda.

She's a con artist. She read that dad

was ill and thought: I'll have that.

Roderick? What are you doing?

You can't touch her stuff.

-She's touching ours.

If she were that ill,

she'd have some medication, right?

Here, this is medication.

-That's nothing.

How would you know?

-it's not even labelled.

What's going on?

What are you doing with my case?

Bon?

Your son has decided

to go through my stuff.

What the hell are you doing?

She's conning you.

-What?

Oh, she was so sick, remember?

At the hospital? Poor Bonnie.

She met you, by sheer stroke of luck,

a wealthy older man with heart problems.

So she took some pills,

since she was so very ill.

Bonnie, I'm sorry.

I went to the hospital.

And guess what? No Bonnie Meijer

has ever been admitted there.

And these pills?

Multi-vitamins. I'd know them anywhere.

Bonnie was admitted.

-Really? So why is there no record of her?

I had it erased.

Oh really?

-Yes, really.

There was a problem with her insurance.

She didn't have any.

So I rang the administrator. We play

golf together. And he took care of it.

Okay, but...

-No buts. You listen to me.

If you have a problem with this marriage,

just tell me. Don't vilify Bonnie.

And as for those pills...

Those are mine.

And they are not vitamins.

Searching through people's things.

I'm so embarrassed.

How was I to know?

If only you'd shown some interest

instead of trying to sniff out trouble.

The poor man.

He's just had a heart attack, and now this.

He's not that poor.

-I want you to apologize.

I'm sorry.

-Not to me. To your dad and to Bonnie.

And I want you to mean it.

Don't just do it for me. Seriously, Ro.

What a mess.

It's in my sock.

Oh, sorry, I didn't know anyone was here.

-Well, I'm here.

I was just looking around.

It's been a while.

I almost forgot the good stuff we have.

Do you still paint?

I'm in this phase

where I'm trying to find a new style.

So I guess this is my white phase.

You once drew me something.

The carriage house.

I still have it.

You could model for me, if you want.

Why not? I think you're a beautiful woman.

On canvas.

Fr?

'Yes?

Are the rooms ready?

They can arrive any time now.

I just need to finish

the one for your aunt.

Thanks, love.

You know where to put it, right?

Here comes inspector Clouseau.

Dad, I know what you're thinking,

but believe me, I didn't mean it like that.

I just wanted to protect you.

You hear these stories.

What stories?

You know. About young women

and older men. And it being...

Well. Girls just being out for money,

is all.

It seems to me like you're out for money.

-Me? Of course not.

I just need to get used to the idea.

My dad, with a new wife.

I get that. I feel the same.

Honestly, I never thought I'd be happy

with a woman other than your mother.

But now I am. And you know

what would make me so very happy?

If you all accepted Bonnie.

-But I do, dad. Truly.

I was wrong, I know. And I'm sorry.

Now's a good time to show it.

Here's Bonnie's family.

I trust you to make sure they feel welcome.

Sweetheart.

-Mum.

Sweetie.

-Mum. It's so good to have you here.

Nice hut.

Right, Wim? Isn't it amazing?

Must be on maximum benefits

to pay for all that.

Oh, and look.

-I'd almost bite your finger off.

No, don't.

Mrs Meijer, it's an honour to meet you.

Get me one of those.

I'll treat you even better than she does.

Mum.

These are my parents.

-Call me dad.

That's Uncle Bob, Aunt Nancy, Jerry,

Desly, Natasha...

My nephew Dylan, how are you, love?

And Kimberly, his wife and the kids,

Sharona and Ritchie. And that's Thumper.

Not his real name, obviously.

So good that all of you could be here.

This is my family.

Benjamin, the youngest.

And Fleur.

-Salinda.

Right.

-Pretty, isn't it?

And this is Roderick, the eldest.

-Hello.

Sis.

-Boy.

Who's had his paws all over my little sis?

Boy, it's the old geezer.

Him?

That's right. But I love her. Truly.

F*** me, this guy. 'I love her.'

Seriously, though. If you hurt her,

I'll head butt your skull into two pieces.

Right then. Are we going in?

I'll show you the inside. Check it out.

Bugger me sideways, Bon.

My god, have you hit the jackpot.

Nice, right?

The decorations were all my idea.

Look at the little roses.

-it's fit for a queen.

Better than Buckingham Palace. How did

you get all this? Nothing illegal, right?

We've had the estate

for several generations.

Just like our flat,

but that's a different kettle of fish.

If you like,

Roderick could give you a tour.

Yes, sure.

-He'll show you your rooms.

Mum, I have to show you something upstairs.

Come along.

-Cool it. Hands off.

Can you imagine?

And there will be a veil as well.

And a lovely necklace, bracelets, earrings.

-Gorgeous.

Right?

-To me, you're just like a princess.

Or a queen, one of those.

-And then...

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

I'll come back.

No need, silly.

I was just showing mum the dress.

I'd better go see where your dad is.

-Try the wine cellar first.

Well? What do you think?

-Pretty. Very pretty.

Bonnie, I wanted to say that I'm sorry.

No need.

-I mean it.

I don't want you to think

that I'm like Roderick.

I understand how it looks.

Your dad and me.

If it were up to me,

we wouldn't have to get married.

But it makes him happy. If there's anything

I can do to make him happy, I will.

His happiness comes first, for me.

For me as well.

What will you be wearing?

Me?

-At the wedding?

Something festive, I hope.

Do you like animals?

This is the portrait gallery.

Nice tits.

Right. That's my mum.

Sadly, she died.

-Bloody hell.

It was an infection of the liver.

-Oh, right.

Shall we go on?

Did he hit those with his Bentley, or what?

No, my dad loves to hunt.

He manages the game on our property.

So I see.

Don't tell me

these belong to your dead mum.

Your money or your life.

Nice stuff, mate. Got any shells?

If you need some make-up, for your lips,

or a mascara, feel free, okay?

Well?

That looks great on you.

So much better than that burlap sack.

Don't you like it?

-I do.

It needs something more.

You need a necklace. Wait there.

This makes me feel like we're sisters.

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