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so you can't make a copy.

There was no break-in so just to

be sure:
does everyone have his key?

You think we're handing those keys

out? Isn't that against your rules?

- Let's see those keys.

- And prove what?

Maybe someone's lost his key.

Come on, guys. Here's mine.

Where's your key, Bart?

- You didn't use your key to get in.

- I didn't bring my key.

- Lost your key, Barty boy?

- I didn't bring it.

I don't need it every day,

like you do.

But you still have it, right?

Whether or not I brought my key

is irrelevant.

Irrelevant? I only see four keys and

where's the fifth?

- Someone used one of those keys.

- And why was the alarm off?

That tells me that whoever used

that key also knew the alarm code.

You're right, unless...

I'm such an idiot. Of course.

She must have let him in.

Oh really? And how did she get in?

Whichever way you look at it,

it always comes back to us.

I'd like to know which one of us

is hiding something here.

Sorry, I don't get it.

He was cheating in the Efteling?

In the Efteling hotel.

He took her to the Efteling hotel.

- Why there of all places?

- To fool around, I guess.

I know that, dear,

but why not take her somewhere nice?

If you're going to fool around...

- Don't do it in Mother Hulda's well.

- Are we in the Efteling again?

You know that girl said she

really wanted to go to the Efteling.

She wanted to play with Long Neck.

- She was very young, you know.

- You mean like twelve?

Just young, that's all.

Around Kimmy's age.

Sorry?

Look, the cheating thing... it all

depends on how you go about it.

You do it right or you do it right,

or not, uhm... Or you do it...

No, no, wait. You could take her

somewhere like, say... Walibi.

- Walibi?

- Sure. I admit it's easy and cheap.

...but you can also... Listen, you can

also take her to... No, get this:

To the Museum of Jewish History.

You feel the difference, don't you?

You just need the right approach.

- Annette, I've made a bit of a mess.

- Bart, can you hand him a wet rag?

We'll do the dishes later, honey.

Why don't you join us?

The fun went

out of the evening long ago.

- They're still our friends.

- Your friends, and you were late.

- You could at least get home on time.

- You know what my job is like.

Should I also pay you by the hour

to get some attention?

Quit sulking, will you?

It's not as if

we have them over every week, is it?

Come on and join us, okay?

- Please...

- Okay then.

I only hope Willem won't

puke his guts out again.

An affair sounds great

but it's so much trouble.

You're right. There's the kids, work

and family... we're always tired.

And who wants to send texts

from the bathroom at night?

- What about your boss and that girl?

- They're living together now.

She's 22 and blonde with fake tits.

- I wonder why men like fake tits.

- Women! Always whining about fake tits.

Look, she's got fake tits. So what?

If it's done right they look great.

My mother has false teeth.

When she smiles, people don't say:

Oh my god, she's got false teeth.

No, people actually tell her

those false teeth look great.

They think it's an improvement.

Women are just jealous, that's all.

A gorgeous chick is a gorgeous chick,

fake tits or no fake tits.

Can I get you another drink, Willem?

The topic is too profound

for my small intellect, I'm afraid.

Perhaps you should have

your brain enlarged then.

You might want to get the corners

of your mouth lifted as well.

Who knows, it might help you smile.

Anyway, you should use your head and

that's all I'm going to say about it.

- What do you mean, 'use your head'?

- Could be anything.

Right boys?

Thingies, stuff... Or keys.

Dear Willem, it looks like you've

got a keen interest in the subject.

Are you telling me you don't?

You devil, you.

- Are you feeling alright, Willem?

- Have another drink.

- Or why don't you just go home?

- Okay, but what home do you mean?

- That's the question.

- You have several?

- 'We' have several, yes.

- What do you mean: we?

I mean 'we' in the sense

of 'us, men', of course.

In Holland there's a loft,

in Holland there's a loft.

This is embarrassing.

A glass of water, perhaps?

- It's okay. He's had one too many.

- And it happens slightly too often.

Why can't he be more like you?

- I'm sorry.

- No worries.

I felt a bit queasy after that starter.

Thai food...

- It gave you a runny nose, did it?

- No. What? No.

We're almost out of insulin.

Is there something

you need to tell me?

What do you mean?

- Are you keeping secrets from me?

- Of course not.

I know my illness has been

making life difficult lately.

For both of us.

- You're talking crazy.

- Is there someone else you like?

Where are all these

funny questions coming from?

- I'm not cheating.

- That's not what I asked.

Cookie, I may be somewhat boring

compared to the others.

...but I'll always be there

for you and for the children.

I couldn't live without you.

I want you to know

I could really take a lot...

I'm sorry.

- What are you doing?

- I want her out of here.

Can't you see she's tied

to the bedpost?

Don't you see what's going on here?

We're being set up.

- Isn't that obvious?

- Who would set us up?

Think for a minute. There's

a dead body handcuffed to the bed.

The Latin saying... And the knife.

All of it right here in our loft.

Someone's gotten wind of our little

deal. There's no other explanation.

Did anyone spill the beans?

Willem, how about you?

- No, why me?

- Dunno, when you were drunk maybe?

I always followed the rules.

You've never given anyone the code?

No one's ever seen you key it in?

- Don't look at me guys.

- What are you saying?

Maybe someone wants to get even

by making sure this gets out.

- Who would want to get even?

- No idea, Tom.

A jealous boyfriend, a rejected

mistress... Something like that.

Are any of you in trouble?

You're sweet.

Sweet. Is that all?

No.

You're really one of the good guys.

What I'm doing right now

is not so good.

Whose loft is this, by the way?

The owner's a friend of mine.

He's abroad.

He's been abroad for a long time.

I love you, Ann.

- You don't have to say that to me.

- But I mean it.

I've never cheated on my wife before.

I don't fall in love easily.

I don't want you

to fall in love with me.

This isn't real life, you know.

I want to be with you, Ann.

- Stop or I'll get mean.

- I've had enough of all the lies.

All that sneaking around.

I want to come clean with Eva.

I want to leave her.

The only people that can hurt you

are the ones you love.

- I would never hurt you.

- I'm not talking about you.

You don't know me.

I am a whore, Bart.

I sleep with men

in exchange for money.

But don't worry, mister psychologist.

I won't bill you

for the past few months.

What are you talking about?

Never mind.

You don't know the half of it.

- Does Bart cheat on his wife?

- No, he's a dedicated husband.

And a great father, I'll bet.

You should go into politics.

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