Long Weekend (Verlengd weekend) (Verlengd Weekend)

Christian, really.

Come on, Juliet. Thomas, we're leaving.

Text me when you arrive. - I still wonder why you won't come.

You know I want to come but I can't. - If you made an effort...

After the weekend it'll all be over.

I want to move. I don't feel safe, the way they look at me in town.

Get a move on, children.

Give them back. - We'll talk Monday.

Mom, Juliet won't give me back my batteries and I need them.

You'll wake up the neighbors. - Get in the car, we're leaving.

Give him those batteries.

Don't forget to text me.

Christian, Mommy will be by with some food later on.

No need, I can whip something up myself.

The Long Weekend

Daddy, it's Christian.

It's Christian. Is Mommy there? She's out running some errands.

Buying batteries for your hearing aid, no doubt. Nothing.

Tell her not to drop by, my fridge is full.

Not to come, it's not necessary, not... Just tell her to call me back.

Just have her call me back. Yes, don't forget.

Right. No, it's Christian. Christian, Daddy.

Yes, don't forget.

I have nothing. Here, you can have my car keys.

Take the car.

Are you talking to me, huh?

Faggots.

What's with the English?

Yes, just keep talking. I don't want Van den Heuvel to know it's me yet.

If he doesn't do as we say, we won't be responsible for the consequences.

Instead of consulting with us. We're not having it.

We're not moving an inch.

It ends here. We're staying. Those machines must come back.

Jos, come see. They've taken away all the machines.

Unbelievable. Twenty years on the barricades and he didn't even stop.

With the place empty, we need him even more.

Hi, Jos.

Roger.

Our savings. - Two hundred and fifty, Roger.

Every day a bit less. Not surprising, with three kids in college.

At night I think about throwing that bastard's windows in.

That doesn't solve anything. - It'd cool my anger.

You're running errands for that prick. - No. Sometimes, I mean...

It figures. The loudest mouths. Men, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder.

I'm not a loudmouth, but I'd sooner eat shit than be his errand boy.

I am not for sale.

Neither am I.

Come in for a minute.

He'll understand afterwards.

I suppose.

I'll call you when it's done.

Are you sure, Martha?

You can still get out. - We've had this conversation.

I have to get back.

I think you are incredibly brave.

Jos, you filthy turncoat.

Is this for me?

Is this a present, bad boy?

What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?

Is that too tight for you?

She'll call us. - We should have waited.

We could have made a better deal. Turns out he's got a mistress.

The wife's away and he gets it on with a young bird.

She's here? - She had a key, she let herself in.

If I hadn't stepped in they'd be going at it now.

Where is she? - Upstairs, tied up.

She fainted when she saw me.

Martha did a great job with these masks.

Should we call his wife? Or send a photo with our cell phone?

Figures, the cheat.

What's with you?

That's Lisa in there.

As in 'my Lisa', get it?

Your daughter?

Why is she here? She studies in Louvain.

She's studying him now, apparently.

Tell me, what is...

What's that woman doing here?

I won't ask again, why is she here?

That's none of your business. - You have exactly one second.

She's my girlfriend. - Girlfriend?

What does 'girlfriend' mean? Is she your mistress?

We play scrabble. - You little...

Dammit, you forgot to speak English.

My daughter with that bastard.

How do they know each other? - No idea.

She used to baby-sit here sometimes.

He didn't. That damn pedophile. I've got to ask her.

I need to know. - First we do what we came here for.

If Martha calls to give the OK, we're going home.

Then you can spank her as much as you want.

But that's not why we're here.

Besides, she can't know you're here. If she knows, she'll tell him.

What do I do now?

Have a bite to eat.

Nice chip stand he has here.

Some foie gras?

Don't eat your own sandwiches, the fridge is full.

We're not thieves, though. - Excuse me?

We're going to take him for half a million, but you won't take his food.

That half a million is ours. We've earned every penny of it.

He cheated us out of it and now we're taking it back. That's not theft.

I think our money also paid for the foie gras.

But not the chocolate or the cheese spread.

But the champagne...

What are you doing? - Paying for you.

Well don't. - How much is that champagne?

You've killed my appetite.

Dammit.

There.

I think that was genuine crystal.

Have one.

It's brawn.

Who can that be? - Do you have another daughter?

It's my mother-in-law with food.

But the fridge is full. - Mothers-in-law.

Just let her ring, she'll leave. - I've tried that one.

She's going to ring three times...

then she'll use the key in the garage and come in anyway.

That's two.

Bath tub. - Now? Are you mad?

He's taking a bath.

It's Mommy.

Be quiet, I have a gun.

Are you upstairs?

Are you taking a bath?

Yes.

I brought you some food. Shall I do some tidying up downstairs?

That won't be necessary.

I think I'll do the dishes. - That's really not necessary.

It's no trouble. - Christ, woman.

What did you say? - Soap. There's soap in my eyes.

Christian, there's rope on the bed.

Make sure the children don't see that.

Just like her father.

Who are you and what do you want? - Nothing, we've already got it.

Excuse me?

Those transfers are worthless, I have nothing.

Of course you don't, you're destitute.

Forty-six people. Entire families laid off without compensation.

People who worked hard for years, who even worked for your father.

They want to occupy the workshops now...

but your company is nothing more than an empty box with a leaky roof.

The patents, the grounds, your own little company now has all of it.

And the cash you don't want the taxman to find, where did you hide that?

You put that cash in an account.

I have some good news for you. The forty-six people you cheated...

are currently receiving an anonymous contribution of some 15,000 euros.

Doesn't such a good deed make you feel better?

Asshole. Shit. Goddammit.

What is he so mad about? - I told him about his donation.

Is that wise? - It's too late to change it now.

I've been thinking. If your daughter and Van den Heuvel are serious...

and the ass leaves his wife to marry your daughter...

then we're holding your future son-in-law hostage.

What was the plan?

Wait for Martha to call and then go home. Correct?

I'm going for a walk.

Don't get lost.

Martha? Did you pull it off?

Nico?

We need to talk.

What's up? - Martha just called.

The power is out. A stupid driver hit a distribution box.

The bank's computers are down, so the payments haven't been made yet.

We'll have to stay a bit longer.

No problem, I'll be in the sauna if you need me.

When will she be done? - Half past eight.

Excellent. - Monday morning.

People will become suspicious if she doesn't close now.

The bank is closed till Monday. - I'm not sure I understand.

What do you mean?

We'll be here till Monday, but the plan is the same.

No, it's not. You said we'd be out before noon.

A few hours, until we had what's ours. - That's still true.

But an entire weekend. We can't keep the guy strapped to a chair that long.

Why not? - Why not, he says.

I have a game against Tielen tomorrow, that's why not.

Aren't you forgetting something?

No, you baby-sit Lisa and I'll take care of Christian.

And when it's all over, champagne and foie gras galore.

Very funny.

Come on. What do I tell Martha?

It's up to you, either she shreds those papers...

Tell her to shred the papers.

Monday morning.

And? - No problem. Early Monday morning.

No problem.

Do we tell him the party's not over?

He'll find out soon enough.

Besides, he has no choice. - I know the feeling.

Unbelievable. They have those noisy lawnmowers in this neighborhood, too.

Grass grows here as well. - But this grass is greener.

That's your cue.

Calm down.

Come on, calm down.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Don't try anything, I've got a gun. - I know.

No, I don't think so. - Then turn around.

What a prude.