Scream Week (Sneekweek)

Keep on singing.

That's not loud enough. Louder. What's that?

You wanted to join our house, didn't you? Stop whining.

Gentlemen, twenty minutes.

Get ready for the test.

I'm much better at this than you are. Girls?

2.6 inches.

Not too bad. Well, 1.2 inches.

Cold and alcohol often have a disastrous effect on our body...

...hence this small test. - This one's completely shriveled up.

We could also take a real girl. - No, three men and three women.

Those are the house rules. - Wow.

XXL.

Call me. - A size she's not used to, Thijs.

Candidates 1 and 4 are eliminated. Thanks for coming, guys.

Unfortunately, according to the Booze Code, section 4, paragraph 6...

...you are not admitted to our house due to a dramatically shrunk dick.

What's your name? - Eric.

That's my dog's name.

You didn't think you were done, did you?

Gentlemen, done already?

Fucking psycho. - You guys wanted the room, eh?

We already know who we'll choose. - Mister XXL.

What are you doing?

We are the city's most popular house. They should go to all lengths.

There we go.

Bam.

It'll be freezing.

His won't shrink any further, not even if you add a glacier.

Come on, we're just having fun. - Yes, Merel.

He's not doing well. - You can always stop.

Shut up. - Why don't you go home?

Go suck your own big dick.

Thijs, okay, we've had our fun.

Do you want those two to make it? A Belgian and Mr Monstercock.

Two more minutes.

Eric?

Cheers.

Thijs, Boris...

Fuck, Boris.

Be careful.

He's not breathing.

Eric?

Boris, do something.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Thijs, it's no use. -It has to...

What's the plan? - I'm calling an ambulance.

Do you want to be accused of culpable homicide?

Then think about what you want to do now.

What does this look like? You're a criminal law student.

They may be able to revive him. - Look at him.

You kept on pushing him. - Cool it.

Who? Me?

Now what? Do we pretend this didn't happen?

Exactly. - So you want to destroy the evidence?

Boris is right.

We need a good story.

I can't believe you want to do this. - What do you want to tell the police?

Culpable homicide, and we'll never get a job. We need a good story.

Surely we won't have to pay for his accidental death.

Accidental? We had him sitting in an ice bath all night. That's no accident.

He was sitting in that bath and suddenly fell ill. It's not our fault.

It was an accident. That's what we'll say. Agreed?

Ag reed.

Lisa?

What about you?

Do you want to ruin our lives?

I want to hear you say it.

All right, let's heat the water...

...and clean up the ice. There's no evidence, no witnesses.

Is that clear to you as well? - Yeah.

Guys, I guess we have a new roommate.

Will you call the ambulance?

Can't sleep?

Thus?

It was just a dream. - Yeah, but I thought it was over.

It doesn't mean it's all coming back. - No.

How many times do I have to tell you? It was an accident.

We're collecting our diploma. - Well, I am.

Yes, you are, and aftenlvards we'll all enjoy our holiday.

Yes.

In a couple of months you'll have a fantastic job...

...and a great flat by the waterside, with the cutest man in the world.

Where will I find that man?

Tinder.

I have the honor to provide these future careerists with a solid degree:

Bavink, Kees.

Van Gasteren, Merel.

Werdmiiller, Boris.

Werdmiiller, Boris?

Boris?

Where's Boris? Boris Werdmiiller?

Boris. - Goddammit.

What? - They are calling your name.

Ow shit, can you finish this?

Mrs Jacobsen...

Here I am.

Thank you. Congratulations.

Have a good look.

De Jonge, Lisa. - Can you take a picture?

Guys, a ten minutes delay.

Make that three minutes.

FRIESLAND INDEPENDENT

Cool it. Yeah, nice horn. Take it easy.

Students... Daddy pays.

Hey. Good fun, isn't it?

No mistakes, guys. Sneekweek is fun, it's relaxed...

...and that's the feeling we're projecting. - All right, commissioner.

Lower, lower... Get down.

Jesus... - How did you arrange this, Thijs?

You should ask Boris.

Guys, you do understand I'll be needing a double bed?

No, no, no...

Ajacuzzi? - Nice.

This is great.

Well done.

Have you found a room?

This one's locked.

There's even a lift in this house.

You will have to camp out in the living room.

Jesus... - I know.

They forgot the champagne. - That's what I call poor service.

WELCOME

It's a beer cooler, of course.

Nice job, Boris. - I didn't arrange this house. You did.

No, you said in our group chat you found this place. With a photo.

Are you taking the piss? - No. I'll show you the message.

Nice bum. - Wait a minute...

Who's that?

Here it is. Look. See? - Well, that's not my number.

Do you know this number? - No.

Just call it. - Yeah, go on.

No answer.

No voice mail? - No.

Peter, do you happen to have two telephone numbers?

Me?

Why on earth would I have... - Speak clear Dutch. Yes or no?

I'd hardly heard of Friesland... - Can we get an interpreter?

Peter, did you arrange this for us? - You're the best.

Little Peter...

Come here, man.

I hadn't expected this of you.

Yo, Thijs. Let's go pick up my sailing boat.

Get a glass. - This is insane.

Neat bikini. - What?

Nice bikini. - Oh, thanks.

Bye.

That feels good.

Kim, just do it already.

Yes, it's nice to do someone a favor once in awhile.

Yeah, you wanted to do volunteer work. - You are serious?

He hasn't had any for two years. - Really?

Come on. - Okay, then I'll do it.

Really? - No.

Christ, look at that.

She is hot. See those legs? Shall I grab her?

Yeah, go on. - Want a beer?

What's this? Come on, Zoe.

Sweetie, stay here.

Oh my god, it's raining.

It's okay.

Go.

Be quiet.

Wait, wait.

Let's go.

Show yourself. - Jesus.

I'm letting them know we're here.

What was that? Or did I hear my earrings?

Okay, I'm sorry. - Jesus. Really?

Kim.

Well, there's no one here. You see? Nothing.

Thijs, asshole.

So he was wearing a mask. What kind of mask?

You think I'm making this up. - I don't know.

Who's been in therapy for two years?

Shut up, Boris.

Someone was there, Boris. - Okay, it was the wind.

Did you guys see anyone? - No. We've looked everywhere.

Peter, say something. - We have to take this seriously.

I'd love to take you. Seriously.

Fine.

Hey, and she's having nightmares again too?

You don't know when to shut up.

I'm sorry, but the past two years have been a real party.

Your girlfriend is touched in the head. There are special pills for that.

And then we'd all become just like you.

You should just ignore Boris.

Why do you react like this?

Even you don't believe me. That's just perfect.

Why is this happening just when we're finally on vacation?

Gee, I don't know.

Maybe I arranged it all myself, because I hate vacation. Right, Thijs?

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. I believe you.

You do? - Yes.

I believe you experienced it that way.

She kicked you out.

So you don't believe her?

This place is weird. - Luckily you arranged it yourself.

That's what you all say. But I don't have any money.

Who's behind all this then?