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- I actually also want to...

- Look at you.

- No personality at all.

- I really want to...

No need for discussion.

I'm playing the lead role.

You're just spoiled.

- Just because I am the best.

- It's always you.

I want to do it with the bull too.

I can do it!

Yes, Clara will play the lead role.

Yes, Clara will play the lead role.

Good idea.

But what do I have to do?

I'll do anything.

We know you will, Clara.

- Simone?

- She's over there.

Excuse me, ma'am.

- Yes.

Those pregnant girls?

Do they live here?

Pregnant girls?

- In the attic.

- In our attic?

It's been empty for years.

For as long as I've been working here.

Who are you?

Never mind. Thank you.

How long is this going to take?

A very long time.

Goddesses live forever.

- Could you draw me without the belly?

- That's what's so beautiful.

- You think?

- Yes, stand up and say your lines...

O noble fruit.

Equal to the gods.

My tongue stiffens.

Fire!

An all-consuming fire

rages through my flesh.

It seems.

- Don't do that.

- So what!

- That's really...

- Improper?

Yes.

You're the weird one.

Stand up and look at me, my love.

Reveal the beauty of your eyes.

Stand up and look at me, my love.

Reveal the beauty of your eyes.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

What do you mean?

Then you have to kiss him.

That's what it says here.

How?

A good kiss.

What's your idea of a good kiss?

Tender...

...not too hard.

And also not too wet.

But a dry one is not so great either.

No.

I miss that, a good kiss.

You don't dare, do you?

Arise and look at me, my love.

Reveal the beauty of your eyes.

What makes me so happy

is your smile.

Your smile that warms my heart

deep inside.

...that warms my heart deep inside.

And if I...

And if I glimpse you again...

...then I will be blinded, deafened...

...by the sound of thunder in my ears.

Deafened by the sound

of thunder in my ears.

I am perspiring. My body trembles.

I stiffen.

I become paler than parched grass.

Death seems close, but I must.

- But she'll see.

- I know, but what else can I do?

Maybe just...

Cecilia, could you get me

the Vicky Leemans file?

- Veronique's, you mean?

- Yes, Veronique's.

With the France files,

anonymous birth.

Hello?

What?

But that's impossible.

You promised!

Yes, Sunday.

That's too soon. It's impossible.

And we're really looking forward to it.

Exactly, here. As always.

I understand, but...

I'll get back to you, OK?

- Something wrong?

- No, everything's fine.

And Sunday?

Yes.

Yes, Sunday.

- Come on.

- No.

I've got him!

I've got him!

I don't have a lot of time.

You're the bull, OK?

Just for a minute then.

O noble fruit, equal to the gods.

My tongue stiffens. Fire!

An all-consuming fire

rages through my flesh.

- O noble fruit...

- Arise and look at me, my love.

Reveal the beauty of your eyes.

Blinded, deafened, by the sound

of thunder in my ears.

My tongue stiffens. Fire!

An all-consuming fire

rages through my flesh.

Arise and look at me, my love.

Reveal the beauty of your eyes.

Blinded, deafened, by the sound

of thunder in my ears.

Ah Cecilia, where are they?

I let them.

It's innocent.

A play.

What's going on here?

Can somebody please explain?

I had to dismiss Hendrik,

do you realize that?

Is something getting through to you?

Awaiting birth...

...is awaiting.

You've got to take that seriously.

I wouldn't have expected anything

different from you, Anne.

But you, Katja...

...you have seriously disappointed me.

From now on, everyone

will obey the rules...

...whether you like it or not.

Vicky?

Vicky, sweetie, how are you?

Let go off me!

- You stole my baby!

- Vicky, calm down.

- Give me back my baby!

- Calm down, I said!

I didn't sign anything!

What are you still doing here?

To the living space. Go!

Cecilia, do something!

Vicky, that baby's dead.

You have to...

No, it's not dead!

It wasn't dead! It was crying!

It had brown hair!

- Vicky, you're hysterical!

- Simone!

I'm on to you, you know.

You're lying!

Yes, but now you know why.

- There were complications.

- Yeah, right.

She didn't want that baby.

You know that, Roxanne.

- She probably had a miscarriage.

- Hypocritical b*tches, all of you.

Katja...

Hey, say something.

Leave me alone, Rox.

- We always do that in France.

- Why in France?

Come.

This is our Katja.

Hello.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, and thank you.

Bye.

Can I ask you something?

Yes.

I don't know what it's like...

...having a baby.

I'm a bit scared.

The labor and all that.

All mothers have done it.

You can do it too.

They say that it hurts a lot.

It's not a lot of fun.

But you'll soon forget it.

Yes, that's true...

...when I see my baby.

- I'll get something beautiful in return.

- Yes.

That's right, Katja.

Wednesday, May 12, 1978.

Dearest Guy, I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Clara?

What's that?

Nothing.

Is that chocolate?

No.

- Give it to me.

- Share.

- But it was a gift.

- Clara, share.

Thank you.

Come on!

I'm worried, Guy.

You were going to tell me something.

I'm waiting for you.

I love you.

I think of you. I think of you all the time.

All day long I think of you.

Do you still think of me?

I want to see you.

My dearest Guy, where are you now?

I miss you, I need you.

You promised to help me. I need

to talk to you about our child.

My dearest Guy, I miss you.

I need you.

Your Katharina forever and ever.

Friday, June 3, 1978.

Guy, you haven't forgotten

about me, have you?

I don't know what to think anymore, Guy.

The devil!

The devil!

Go on, phone him.

You're already at it, anyway.

Is Guy there?

Could you ask Guy to phone me?

It's Katharina.

The number is 011682311.

He knows who.

It's urgent.

They're all the same, Katja.

Guy isn't. He's different.

Oh, Katja.

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

- Do you have everything?

- Yes, everything.

OK, good.

- Aren't you cold?

- No, I'm fine.

- Here.

- Thank you.

See you tonight.

- Katharina?

- Guy.

I need to talk to you.

Five minutes.

OK, get in.

The door is open.

We have to move...

...to Westmalle. New school too.

A boys' school.

I'll teach second year: Latin Greek.

Latin Caesar

De Bello Gallico.

'Omnia gallia devisa est in partes tres'.

Remember?

- It's pretty big already.

- Yeah.

It's nearly 8 months.

I think it's a girl.

How are we going to do it?

When the baby's born?

Because Westmalle is far away.

Everything... will be fine.

You aren't ashamed of me, are you?

Everything will be arranged.

I took care of everything.

You don't have to worry about money.

I'm paying for everything.

Also afterwards.

- You're ashamed of me.

- Yes.

Yes, actually.

Your favorite story, Orpheus and

Eurydice, what happens there?

Orpheus is not allowed to turn around

or he will lose Eurydice.

She flies back to Hades.

Then he lost...

...Eurydice.

Congratulations.

No one slept one wink last night.

We looked for you all night long.

You don't have to stay here for me,

you know.

You're free to go wherever you please.

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