Hemel Page #2

Impressionist and Modern Art.

And he is just testing me

on my first auction.

I hope I passed the test.

Well, sorry for the delay. No. 232.

We continue, starting at...

Hello...

- How much longer?

- I still have a lot to do.

- Here he is.

- She's a natural.

- People do anything she asks.

- She had a good teacher.

- I made a bid.

- Really?

- I couldn't resist.

- I know all about that.

Nice to see you.

- Celebrating?

- Satisfied client.

- I'd be nowhere without your wife.

- So would I.

Gentleman, I deny nothing.

Brechtje massaged the deal through.

Douwe came to pick me up.

Go and celebrate. I shall too.

Nice to see you.

Okay, see you around.

Try it on.

Go on.

You make me human.

It sounds silly out loud.

- Maybe another time...

- This is another time.

Yes, but it's her birthday.

Have a drink and leave before dinner.

What?

She's sure to call you her new mother.

She is?

Wait and see.

Is it painful?

Painful? For her? No. That's how she is.

It's not painful for me either.

Her mother wasn't the love of my life.

I didn't want children.

So Heaven was an accident?

A great gift after a tiny accident.

But it's different for her.

She's her mother.

She doesn't know.

Who her mother is?

That she committed suicide.

She doesn't know?

Hi darling. Congratulations.

Surprise...

Hello darling.

Hi, I'm Sophie.

We are three. That rhymes.

Champagne.

We have something to celebrate.

Your father netted a major client.

Sophie passed her test as auctioneer.

Nice.

Was that for me?

Are you late because you had sex first?

Yes.

Good day.

Here's to my new mother.

- Yes.

- Heaven is the family joker.

I thought you were.

I hope it was satisfying?

He kicked out his last girlfriend

because of the bad sex.

I thought you'd be happy for us.

Us as in 'us' or us as in 'you'?

'Us' as in me and Sophie.

He got his last girlfriend at work too.

She played viola, you know...

You mean Emma.

The one before was a client.

No, wait... the daughter of a client.

She was a year older than me. So funny.

Sophie knows all about me.

I hope not.

I feel a little sick.

Heaven, not amusing.

It'll be just fine.

No, never mind.

Is she like her mother?

Not that I know.

- Shall we start?

- What with?

Investing in each other.

You're like me, aren't you?

INFATUATED:

What are you doing?

Maximising surface contact.

I want to live inside you.

Fine by me.

Hey, let's go outside.

No.

It'll soon be too late.

I can still feel you in me.

It was really amazing.

Of all the men I have had, you fit best.

There were plenty of them.

That's okay.

You want to know how many?

No.

How many have you had?

Two. Three.

- Two and a half.

- No, that can't be.

Everyone wants you.

You could get anyone.

It comes down to who you want,

not who you can get.

How many conquests do you remember?

Only the bastards.

Did those two and a half include me?

No.

Did they include your wife?

- Stop it...

- Stop it.

Isn't that really boring?

Always having sex with the same woman.

No.

Didn't you fall in love with

anyone else in all those years?

Sure.

- But you were never unfaithful?

- No.

Why not?

It wasn't worth it.

What?

The confidence you'd betray.

The pain you cause.

I didn't think it was worth it.

And now.

I still think that.

But some things...

you just can't control.

Hey, I know him.

Yes, no... I thought as much.

Are you still worming?

- Douwe is a friend of my father.

- Rubbish. She's my Heaven.

- I said it's like autumn.

- Yes, no. It's her name.

- Heaven.

- I'm much too wet this year.

She has Tourette.

- What?

- C*nt.

- Sorry.

- She can't help it.

It's disease. A mild form.

F***.

Sorry.

Blow job. Sorry.

Let's hope it's not catching.

- I hope so too, a**hole.

- All the best.

Gijs says I am oversensitive.

Rubbish. You feel or you don't.

I told you.

I want to tear you open

and look what's inside you...

You'll find your own wisdom.

I want to know everything you know

and be just like you.

You know this can't last?

Gijs...

I'm here.

Sorry I'm late.

I couldn't get away.

Did it work out?

It sure did.

- Shouldn't you call Brechtje?

- She was to call me.

Does she know I came along?

I have no idea.

Why?

You know.

Where are we having dinner?

I booked a restaurant.

Did you have a good time?

I danced with a Spaniard.

Yes... thanks.

I wanted to wear this.

I'm having my lips siliconed.

Your lips siliconed? Why?

- Men like it.

- Not all men.

- They do.

- No.

You do.

If a man doesn't like you as you are,

he's not worthy of you.

You are...

fine as you are, especially your lips.

No one is fine as he is.

- Is that why you broke up?

- They're much too thin.

Just feel.

I'm glad you broke up with him.

- You want to know what it costs?

- No.

I won't give you a cent.

Everyone's doing it.

You think I want to be left behind?

- You want your daughter left on the shelf?

- Better on the shelf than a Barbie doll.

The naked body as you're born...

its imperfections and fragility.

That is beauty.

If you mess with your body...

there's nothing private left.

Then you make it public.

That's a story for old men, Gijs.

- That's so nineteen-seventies.

- It is?

- For you sir.

- Gracias.

And for your lovely wife.

She's not my wife.

Please excuse me, sir.

- I didn't mean...

- My daughter.

Of course, sir.

You're getting old.

I'm very sorry, miss.

I want chicken, daddy.

Can I have chicken? I want chicken

with apple sauce. And ice cream.

- Daddy, I want ice cream.

- As long as you eat.

The three course menu.

For both of us, please.

Nice lemonade.

You're embarrassing me.

You disappoint me.

Why have I seen so little of you recently?

Why have I seen

so little of you recently?

That man...

you were having an affair with.

Who is he?

You don't tell me

about your affair either.

Or have you broken up again?

Is that why I could come?

I'm going to live...

with Sophie.

Is she the real thing?

I think she is.

Where?

In our house.

'Our' as in 'you and me' or 'you and her'.

'Our' as in my house.

You have your house.

But you can keep your room of course.

Why?

Because.

Why are you going to live together?

You never did before.

Why do you love her?

I have the feeling...

I don't have to hide anything...

for the very first time.

Is that love?

For me, love is...

wanting to know everything

the other one knows.

Looking the same from the inside.

I think the differences

are most interesting.

A man jumped off the roof today.

Where?

In the city.

- When?

- This afternoon.

Where were you?

On the roof in the city...

a man was standing on the edge.

He threw himself off the roof

and was dead.

And you saw it happen?

What should I have done?

Jumped after him?

I think it's...

It's Brechtje.

Yes?

She says hello.

Daddy...

Daddy...

Heaven.

Wake up.

You have to pee.

JUST TEA:

He just left.

Cake left over from my birthday.

Or is it too early for you?

It's just plain tea. No flavour...

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