Roosters (Haantjes)

I'm truly thrilled. Torvald is my everything.

Or is it Krogstad? Hang on. Ugh! Shoot!

How the hell do I still not know these lines?

It's gonna be all right. You have all day.

No. I'll be at work all day. I have tons of lessons.

And I promised I'd pay a visit to Pam.

This is gonna be so embarrassing.

It's just a little bout of stage fright. You have nothing to lose.

-Don't give up, Mom. -

This is your dream. You have to fight for it.

Yeah. You're right.

Okay, babies. I better head out.

-Mind taking the kids to school? -It's not my turn.

I think it's wonderful that you're coming tonight.

I'm really flattered.

-Yes, well… -Mwah.

Okay, wish me luck.

Okay, about the play tonight, if you really don't like it,

if it stinks… say that, okay, guys?

-It'll help your mother. -

Hmm?

ROOSTERS

As your contract stipulates, I decide what happens with this show.

We don't want our names to be associated with this,

so take them out of the credits.

Mm. No bonuses for you, then?

-We can use pen names. -That's kinda dramatic, no?

-That's enough. We're done. - No, guys. Hold on…

I know Roosters has success written all over it. Trust me.

-I… Dammit. -

You all good, boss?

I'm the new CEO, but now I'm not getting taken seriously.

-Those chicks are on the rag. -You can't say that, Robert.

And why not? Huh?

A truly brave skipper learns to sail through the Red Sea.

You can't say that either. Why are you here?

The production costs for the Roosters pilot. We're over budget.

Where's my sexy CEO?

Hey, what are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood, and I thought, "Hey, he's the boss."

"I'll just say hi."

- - Hello!

- Oh. -I'm Robert.

I, uh, follow you on Instagram. I'm a big, big fan of your yoga videos.

Those leggings? Oh, they're incredible.

Okay, Robert. Uh, thanks. I will get back to you.

-Yes, and those makeup tutorials. -Yeah.

With that cream you rub all over your body.

-It's really… something. - Mm-hmm.

-Come on. -Yeah.

Okay, we spoke to the director, and he totally agrees with us. I--

-Ah. -This is… Stevie. She's my partner.

Stevie, this is the team. Sanne, Bodil, and Yuki.

-All female. Cool. -Yeah.

-Yeah. -Not the boss, though.

So… I'll let you get back to work. You've got a lot going on.

Oh. Excuse…

You wanna come with me? I'll walk you out. Sorry.

-Good luck with the series. -Thanks. See you.

-This way, beautiful. -Hey, hang on, Robert.

-Uh… would you help me out? -Oh?

I wanna surprise Mike for his birthday. With a little party.

Super. Love surprise parties.

I was thinking seven o'clock tomorrow at our house. And you can invite everyone.

- Yeah, and all the mansplaining. - Ladies. Hey, ladies.

Stevie is throwing a surprise party for Mike tomorrow.

Mike's been stressed over the series, so I thought he deserved a reward.

I… I can't tomorrow night.

-I can't do it either. - Sorry.

No, that's fine. Okay.

Uh… anybody have a number for Kristel? I would love to invite her too.

-Yep, I've got it. - Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, great. I hope to see you tomorrow, then.

-Just try not to… spoil it, ladies. -

Come on. I'll be there, for sure.

-Actually, I'll be there. - I will too.

I'll join you.

All forms of exercise improve the quality of your sperm, man.

Yeah. But it says here that stress is really bad for your swimmers.

Carrots are good for them too.

- Damn, I-- -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Your phone shouldn't be close to your nuts.

-Radiation'll fry your balls. -Where am I supposed to put it?

It doesn't matter.

I mean, for all I know, I've been sterile my whole life, man.

A lot of wasted condoms.

- Yeah. -What are you gonna do if it doesn't work?

Well, my brother could help.

-Mm. Well… -Patrick? The junkie?

No, man. He's clean now. He's clean.

- -We… We have the same genes.

-And is Stevie okay with that plan? -We still have to talk about it. Yeah.

It's another option. I'm just trying to stay open.

"An option."

You can't lie to her like that.

-Yeah. You're right. -

-Nice phone case. -Tess's old phone. It's all I have now.

You could pull off that color. How 'bout a necklace?

Uh, Ivo. Roos here. Did you delete that video yet?

-Call me back and let me know. Please. -

Hi, Roos. Uh, it's me, Ivo. Um, listen.

-Please don't worry. I'm on top of it. -Wait, you just said you might--

-So, uh… I'll see ya… at work, cool? -

-Great. Later. Smooches. Uh, so long. -

What happened to not lying, huh?

I want her to stop talking about the video.

She's totally obsessed.

I mean, I get it. If my ex had some video like that of me,

whoa, I'd be really stressing out over it.

-I'd lose my mind. -Yeah, but I would keep it.

What if she tells her dad it wasn't a consensual encounter?

-Right? -Wait, wrong password? How?

Oh, Tess. She has all my passwords.

-Ugh, that dude. -

Hey, so did Pam get pregnant from that old dude?

No, she, um… had an operation. Yeah, they removed the uterus.

Where'd you hear that?

I, uh… I was her contact for the hospital.

Mm.

-Who's Marcel? -No one.

The guy who blew me the other night.

SORRY! YOU HAD TO LEARN TOO!

-Ah, ah! -

-Turn it. More. Turn it harder. -Hey, one instructor's plenty.

But at this rate, she won't pass the test.

-Would you please control your dog, sir? -No. Down. Hey, Chipsy.

What's with you? We've been over this, Tess.

Mental block? I don't know.

Well, you better fix it, or you'll fail tomorrow.

I don't respond well to pressure, all right?

Um, uh…

Okay, you want my professional advice? Have a beer beforehand.

-What? -It'll take the edge off.

-You'll be in the zone. -What if I get breathalyzed?

No one's gonna breathalyze you. Besides, I'm the driver. Remember?

Okay, how 'bout I park it?

Jesus. Oh, piss off, you old dickhead! How about minding your own business?

- -

Andrea, what is it?

I won't be able to keep on working here much longer, I'm afraid.

Why's that? Uh, can you earn more at another house?

Oh, that's not it.

No, I want to keep working for you.

I'm afraid Mr. Mike might kick me out.

He'd never do that to you.

-Well, there's a little more to it. -Did you and Mike have a fight?

I'm having a child.

- -

Well, I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate you

on a successful surgery.

-Sorry. I'm not allowed to have alcohol. -Really?

Mm-mm.

-Just a sip for the pain? -It's not that bad.

-Oh, well. That's good. -Yeah.

-Mm. -Hey, don't you have a performance?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. I thought it might help my stage fright a bit, so, cheers.

-Mm. -

Mm. Expecting someone?

No.

- Hey. Shh. -What are you doing here?

Checking on the patient.

-Hey. - Not necessary.

-I've got it under control. -

Korean chicken. A little coleslaw. And for dessert… a lava cake.

Oh, but don't worry. There's no ring in it.

Watch out for him. You're vulnerable, and he wants to exploit the situation.

- -Hi, Greg.

We have to be at the theater soon. Where are you, hon?

Uh, Pam is still feeling really weak, so I have to stay a little longer.

Oh, honey, come on. Is it the stage fright? You'll do great.

All good, Greg. She's on her way now.

Uh, yeah, okay. I'll… I'll see you soon.

-Hey, I better head out. -Aw, that's too bad.

-It's all right. I should get to bed now. -Yeah.

I'll, uh, speak to you both later.

But, uh… I really don't mind staying.

Hey, you heard her. Hit the road, Jack. Come on.

Hey, hello? How come you hate me?

Maybe 'cause you cheated on my friend.

Right, but you did that too. And I'm not shit-talking you around town.

I cheated once in eight years.

How many times did you go around the block?

-Duh, duh, duh. -

She doesn't want you back, dude. Accept it. Leave her alone.

If she didn't, why'd she break up with the old geezer?

Jesus, she broke up with him 'cause she screwed Armand's son, Danny.

- Ah, fuck. -Wait, she…

So Pam slept with the son of her boyfriend?

My lips are sealed. Ah, shit.

- -

FEEL LIKE SHARING THE LAVA CAKE?

- - Ugh.

-How many attempts you have? -

Ugh! Three. What the hell is the password?

-Gotta run. Can't keep number 11 waiting. -Come on.

-It's ten bodies, right? -

Yeah, but I haven't healed from your father's cruel rejection yet.

-11-25-2008. -What's that?

My wedding day. The kind of trauma you never forget!