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It's none of their business.

That way they won't have to come.

They mustn't know when I die.

But don't let me bother you. Thanks.

We'll surely drink to this, eh?

Thanks, my lamb.

See you.

Good morning, miss.

I'm Dsir d'Ostende, eldest son

of Roger van Diepenbeek

and Ninette d'Aubrey-sur-Saintiplisse

in Auvergne. I weighed 200 grams!

Dsir...

- Then dad had the idea of putting me

in a chocolate box on the steps

of the Ursuline hospital in Ostend.

I need to speak to Samuel,

right away.

I'll hand you over to my colleague

who speaks better Russian than me.

Keprotsjka youssa jebrim?

Samuel, hello!

I have good news!

I can present my project.

- I knew it. Really?

Flexible Division Def 3D.

- Yes, Def 3D. Look in there.

Flexible Wall System.

- Yes, that's it!

Great. Could you send it to me?

- Yes.

I told you it was a great idea.

Thanks.

I thought you didn't want to skype

with webcam any more.

I know...

But I had to see you.

Silly!

- Present me to your colleagues.

Sammy, I can't.

- Why? Because I haven't shaved yet?

Come on, introduce me.

She seems nice.

- Yes, really nice.

One more minute!

Wait!

Specially for you.

It's grown, eh?

- Yes.

This is Verdonck.

You tried to call me?

Yes, to tell you about

the light in the attic.

Yes, Mrs. Luyckx told me.

What did you say?

I've rented the room, Sam,

because I'm not often in Brussels.

But you promised that room to Mireille.

- Really?

She needs that space

to store her models.

I've already rented the room

to John Everts.

Perhaps he'll sublet it to you,

if you ask him in your best English.

I must be off, Sam.

I had something to say,

but I've forgotten.

Silly, eh?

Liesbeth is pregnant.

"Hey, sweetie.

Are you awake?"

"What was Coney Island like?

Want to hear your voice.

Going to leave this dumb job...

and do what I really want,

love you full time!"

"So lovely!

Who was the lucky photographer?."

Is it safe?

I wouldn't do that.

Isn't that poisonous?

Is it safe?

I make a model,

you take care of the papers.

Sh*t!

sun record

"OK, Sam. I will - M"

to reject:
give someone the push,

dump them.

"Darling Mireille,

I didn't write that!"

Sh*t!

No, they've broken up.

Sam told me himself.

New York?

What are you going to do there?

I was thinking about the red plexiglass.

Mark.

- Samson, am I disturbing you?

No.

- Want to go jogging later?

No, I'm still busy here.

OK. Heard anything from Mireille?

- Nothing.

I wouldn't insist if I was you.

She'll beg you to come, you'll see.

Right. Absence makes

the heart grow fonder.

Exactly!

Is the new modem working OK?

Yeah, great.

- I spoke to David again,

he can come over Friday or Saturday

to double-check everything.

If you'd like him to.

- Yes, great.

Have you got his number?

- Yes.

OK, comrade, I'll be off.

- Bye.

"Darling Mireille..."

I brought you some bread buns.

I made them this morning with Mum.

These are currant buns...

a sesame bun,

a poppy seed bun,

three chocolate cookies,

a brown loaf

and some banana bread.

- Thanks!

There you are.

- Thank your mother.

Yes, I will.

- Thanks.

Hey, Dad.

- Samuel?

Is something wrong?

- No. I'm ringing with grandma's phone.

With grandma's phone?

At 3:
30 in the morning?

Have you gone crazy?

- I lost track of time.

Samuel, how are you?

Not too many words. How are you?

- Me?

No, not too many words.

How are you?

Better than you.

- Yes.

This thing works well.

Can you hear the plane?

Hear it? In 4 minutes

it'll be at your place.

I'll just have to go down

to the air-raid shelter.

Who is it?

- Nothing, it's Samuel.

He forgot what time it was.

The time difference with New York

has got me confused.

But how are you?

I lay awake all night,

but I slept very well.

I was tortured by a chiropractor.

And my liver...

I don't want to talk about it.

You know my motto...

"You can avoid most ailments...

...by dying young."

I'd better get a move on, then.

Jacqueline wants to know

if you're coming on Sunday.

She likes to know 3 days in advance

so she can order the rabbit.

But I don't like rabbit,

she knows that.

Me, me, me. I like rabbit!

You can have fish sticks,

I'll have rabbit.

Jacqueline does her best,

so I'll expect you to be there.

Dad?

"Mireille, my darling,

I've been fired..."

Mireille!

Zeeland?

Has Mireille called?

For tips.

You know New York.

If you've no news,

you mustn't call.

... that you look at yourself

when you try on your shoes,

the time you take to choose,

that you visit my grandfather,

the shadow under your eyes,

the raspberries...

... visit my grandfather,

the shadow under your eyes,

that you think raspberries

taste the same as walnuts,

that you don't like olives,

that you brush your teeth

four times a day,

your yellow pullover,

that you never

gave me back my scarf,

your calves when you go up the stairs,

the way you rearrange your hair,

your white espadrilles in Marseille

that I spilled Coke on.

It made you angry...

What you said in Rotterdam,

when we missed the last train,

that you mix up Axelle Red

and Vanessa Paradis,

the ventilator you gave me,

that you never turn the radio off

in the middle of a sentence,

that you never dance...

... that you never dance on the beat,

your kindness towards Mark,

that you only smoke

5- 6 cigarettes a year,

that you don't walk straight...

The sadness that comes over you

when you realize it's later

than you thought,

that's what I like about you.

That you never look at your watch

when we're together.

Everything about you...

It's Mark.

Open up, pal.

I'm not there!

Yes, I had noticed.

I think that radiation

isn't good for you.

But I might have a solution.

Schumann frequencies.

The radiation won't go away,

but it gets neutralized.

You'd better stay away.

The Schumann frequency generator

is in front of your door. OK?

Give it a try.

And I've spoken to Mireille.

She misses you.

She's written you a letter.

Thanks for the conviviality.

"I want to see you as soon as possible

but not in Brussels nor in New York.

On neutral ground. Somewhere

we can't be reached. Kisses."

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