Where the hell were you?
I should ask you. You disappeared all of a sudden.
We called a thousand times, man.
We thought you'd been thrown in the Scheldt.
-What? I sent you a message. -A thumbs-up. That was all.
I mean, what if it hadn’t been sent by you?
For all we knew, it was a Russian mobster.
Jesus, just chill out. I was with Stevie.
-Stevie? -Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I ran into her in Knokke. She was at that party. Funny, right?
And you fell right back into her arms after everything she did to you?
I'm sorry. What, now? Thanks to Pam, you lost your restaurant.
-You still want her back. -I'm not the one we're talking about.
Well, would you have wanted me to stay at Victor's mansion with the mob?
You're missing the point.
I don't want you to go through this Stevie crap again and get hurt.
Mm. Listen, Dan. You're my friend. You're not my mother, okay?
If you really want to know, we had a great time.
If we do it again, I'll call you first.
-Where are you going? -Uh, to the shower, okay?
And then work. Try it sometime.
-Hristo. -Hmm?
We have a problem.
ROOSTERS
A big problem.
Eat up. Come on. We have to go.
Uh, Mom, do we have to eat the crusts too?
Yes, you have to eat the crusts.
-Hup, hup, hup. -Mom?
Um, you haven't signed up for the parent meeting yet.
Oh, shoot. God, I can't wait.
Get your teeth brushed, please. We need to go.
Why do you always have to do it online?
Why not put a stupid piece of paper on the damn door?
"BDSM"?
"Slutty schoolgirls"?
Mom! Jason threw his bread crusts in the garbage!
Yeah, I'm coming.
"Slave and master"? What is this?
No, yeah. Seriously. Hey, listen, man.
If Merel's watching porn on our computer, I'm gonna notice.
Shit. She left her search history? What a noob.
Women don't watch porn.
Sure, they do.
Well, Merel does now. BDSM and "slutty schoolgirls."
Porn is sexist and degrading to women. I no longer watch it.
Merel is sexist and degrading to women.
Greg, why schoolgirls? Is she a lesbian?
Your marriage is a farce.
No, it's not. We just need to do something fun together again.
A romantic night out, you know?
And then nookie.
Go for it, Greg.
Okay. Thanks.
Where were you?
-Uh… -Thanks, partner.
You can stay with me for a while.
No pool, but I do have a guest suite with a private bathroom.
-He thinks Airbnb is for fools. -No, thanks, man.
I'm good.
Are you sure? They'll be back together in no time. Wanna bet?
No, thanks. I'm pretty sure that Mike will screw up again.
Just be careful. Women can be very territorial.
They don't like to share.
-Oh! Also, what are you doing tonight? -What?
I'm having a party. You should come, if only to see the place.
Oh, yeah, it's just… I said I'd take my parents out for dinner.
They're getting up there, so I gotta make the effort.
There will be women there too.
What can I bring?
Hey, what?
Okay, at the next light, turn left.
-Who are we following today? -No one. We're going to the supermarket.
To work on parallel parking?
No, to buy toilet paper. We're almost completely out.
Hmm.
INCOMING CALL
-Greg. -Hey there, my sexy kitten.
Can I take you on a--
-I'm in a lesson, Greg. -Hi, Greg.
Oh! Then why did you answer?
A night out's fine with me, but we need to find a babysitter.
I don't think your mother is gonna help again.
-Yeah, you made sure of that. -Uh, I can babysit.
Fifteen per hour.
-7.50. -Ten.
Deal.
Okay, get a reservation for us?
-Will do! -Cool.
Bella Amore face cream. Well, guys, it was tested on animals.
And they didn't test it well. I still got pimples after. So…
Ciao, bella! Stop buying it.
Then you can look at yourself in the mirror.
Literally and figuratively. Good? Okay.
-Hello, you've reached the IRS. -When can I see you again?
Who says I'll let you? I've got my image to consider.
My followers will go crazy if they see us together.
Oh? But I thought you lost your followers.
"Lost," past tense.
I'm not an influencer anymore. I'm an influ-hater.
And that is?
Now companies will hire me to not post about their stuff.
And they offer me a lot more money than they did.
Really?
I might quit my job and come back to work for you.
-Don't make any decisions on impulse. -Mm. Very wise.
What are you doing tomorrow?
Well… tomorrow I'll tell you.
Hey. How's she doing?
Your mother. I was very sorry to hear you had to visit her in the hospital.
Yeah, no, it wasn't quite as bad as they said it was at first.
Oh, that's good.
-And I've got more good news. -Oh?
We're gonna make the Roosters pilot.
-No way. -Yeah.
-No way. -The budget's approved.
-We can start production-- -Oh, man, that's fantastic!
Yeah.
Come. Let's tell your writing team the good news.
Yeah, that's what we should do.
In the boardroom, we have a special space for changing diapers,
to encourage a work-life balance to all employees. Even at the top.
Don't forget the restrooms.
Oh, uh, gender-neutral, naturally. But with special urinals.
They're lower and pull out
so that they'll also work for, uh… uh, women.
She loved it. Sure, she acted a little cool, but I saw it right away.
I, uh… don't drink coffee.
You just started, and you almost sold your first design.
Ah, that's promising.
So, golden boy.
Up for tonight? You don't have to work?
-Yeah. I'm free. -Mm-hmm.
Yeah, we were just discussing constructions.
You must be joking. That's the show you wanna make?
Yeah, this series will combat sexism and macho culture, okay?
Four losers making fools of themselves.
-Well, "losers"… -It's completely frickin' nuts.
Why would a successful influencer be with a loser like Mark?
Mark is not a loser. He's complex and multilayered.
Yeah, right. And the divorced father, "Mr. Ten Women"?
That's so disgusting and juvenile and not realistic.
Yeah. And ridiculously sexist.
Then the macho guy with the restaurant.
A guy like that would want to be open, right?
No, not necessarily. It's really hard on a couple.
The important thing is that the network bought it.
-Yeah. -Right?
And hey, don't listen to them.
When the pilot is successful, they'll come around.
So, team, start typing.
-Something going on with you and her? -No. Why would you…?
-"Why"? That little touch just now? -Yeah.
That wasn't a big deal.
But this makes sense now.
I know it takes some getting used to. A man in charge of you women.
But the idea that I was hired for any reason other than my talent
is very hurtful and cruel.
I'm not a hunk of meat.
As your friend, I have to say I find it concerning
that you want to film her agreeing to have sex.
Okay, okay, okay, but, uh, as a lawyer?
Listen, Ief, that law is for preventing sexual abuse at work.
You two like each other, right?
Yeah, but I--
I'm trying to follow the rules.
I don't want trouble at work.
Then you'll have to get her verbal consent so that you have proof.
But it's very important that she's in her right mind when you get it.
Not drunk, not stoned.
-Okay, but how do I prove that? -Yeah, that's the problem.
I mean, I guess you could have her take a breathalyzer test before you have sex.
Uh, Ief, I gotta go. I'm meeting someone.
-So… Hi, Mommy. -Um… Oh.
-How are you? -Uh…
Yeah, good. Just sitting here alone for 20 minutes.
Well, I had to recover from your message.
It's crazy when your wicked stepmother wants to grab a drink.
Yeah, we didn't get off to a great start, so I thought, uh,
it would be good for the two of us to get to know each other better.
Okay, okay, Ms. Zeverts, that's cool. Just fire away, counselor.
Your relationship with your father, is it good?
-Oh, Pam, straight to my childhood trauma? -Oh, for real?
It didn't help that when I was a boy I was sent to a school in Switzerland.
Because my dad was busy working.
And if you had to, uh, give him a grade as… a father, what would it be?
-I fucking knew it. -What?
-I knew it. -What?
First the divorce, and now you trap him with a baby.
Well played.
-Who said I want a baby even? -I see you're not drinking alcohol.
You might be knocked up already.
I… I'm not, I swear. You're totally off-base.
Then drink with me. Apparently, they do great mojitos, and I want one.
-No, I've gotta work. No. -Excuse me--
Nah. We're just starting to bond. That's what you wanted.
So, one mojito, all right?
Pretty please? Mommy?
All right, then, tell me. Pizza? Or… Thai?
The big game starts in half an hour.
-Didn't you and Stevie have something? -Yeah.
She wanted to but… I said I didn't want to rush it, you know?
-Oh, well. All good. But I've got plans. -You have plans?
Tinder, I guess?
No. A party with friends.
So you can go and see Stevie if you want.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe I will.
-Good. -Yeah.
-Have a good night. Yeah. -Thanks. Okay. Have fun.
-I'll probably be home late. -Yeah, me too.
-I don't even know if I'll come home. -Me neither.
Flowers. For… for mister.
-Which mister? -Yeah. Which do you think? Here.
Hang on, there's a card. Here.
Oh.
"I always knew you had it in you. Thanks, Rooster."
Is this normal? Flowers from your boss?
You'll get a lot more than that if you sleep with her.
-I had a great time. -Me too.
And the, uh… the restaurant was nice too. Good value for the money.
And normally, I'm not really into tapas, but now I have-- Mm.
Boy, this will cost a ton.
I'm gonna treat you right, my love. Hmm.
Should we just order off the day menu? It looks pretty good.
But with a bottle of champagne?
-Okay. -Yeah?
Greg…
Do you have any, uh… fantasies? Things you want to experience with me?
Disneyland. With the kids. That'd be so cool.
No. I mean… mm.
…sexually.
Oh. Um…
Would you wanna… like be with… a younger woman, for instance?
Younger?
I mean, I'm not… not the same sexy schoolgirl I was when we met--
-Yeah, for sure. -What? You don't find me sexy?
-No, that's not what I meant, Merel. -Greg, I've had two children.
I think you should try pushing a couple kids out of your box sometime.
You're picking a fight.
Where does this obsession with schoolgirls come from?
Huh? It's not mine. I'm asking you for your fantasies.
Have you found something to your liking?
He hasn't. Uh… But we'd like a bottle of champagne.
I can't sleep.
Jason! What're you doing?
-Danny! -Hey.
Sorry. Hi.
Wow, what a fantastic house. The restaurant makes this much money?
If only.
-The money comes from real estate. -Ah.
-The restaurant's just for fun. -Mm.
Guys, this is Danny. My straight best friend.
Hey Danny!
-Hey, Danny! Nice to see you again. -Sorry?
Oh, oh. Frank. The handyman.
-Oh! Sorry, you look different. -You too.
Maybe your haircut? Huh? I like it.
Here. I'll show you the rest of the house.
Thanks.
-Hey. How was it? -Hey.
-Send me a Venmo. -Sure.
Okay. She was in quite a hurry.
Oh. Hey.
-Hey. -Where have you been?
I'm up to three.
Huh. I thought you'd only made it to two.
Mm. I must've had a good week.
-And you? -Working late.
Mm, damn it, give me your keys. I really have to pee.
Thanks.
Hi, honey.
-Hey. -Hi.
How was babysitting?
Uh…
What's going on?
No clue.
-Who is it? -Ivo.
-Hey, Ief. -Open the door!
-Huh? -Now!
Dude, chill.
He's a little boy. He didn't mean to do it, you know?
He didn't mean to? He grabbed my tit, okay?
He's out of line, Greg. This is way too far.
Jason's going through a very tough phase.
-Oh, so that makes it all right? -I'm not saying that.
-Ivo, I promise we're gonna talk to Jason. -And we're reporting this too. Right, Dad?
-Excuse me? -You wouldn't.
Don't be a complete idiot.
Why'd you ask my daughter to babysit? Why don't you ask your mother?
Jason can assault her.
-Fuck you, man. -She asked to babysit. Ten euros per hour.
To babysit, yeah. Not to help some disgusting perv get off.
-What'd you call my son? -That's not-- Whoa, whoa. Shh.
Listen. What Jason did is not okay.
But he's young. He's 11. He didn't know what he did.
And Tess, she also looks… looks very… uh…
-Provocative too. -What?!
Victim blaming, Greg? It doesn't matter what she wears!
You mean in that blouse? Sure.
Active consent. Your son is a sex maniac.
-What? Enough. Get out. That's it. Yep. -Only "yes" is yes, Greg!
-The kids. -Only "yes" is yes.
-I've heard enough. Come on. -Should we go back to Bram?
-Out! Get out! We are done. Go! -He's a child!
That went well.
-Oh! -Okay. Ball.
Set point. Set point. Ball.
-Come on. -Service.
-There! -Yeah.
Hey. Yeah?
My ball, my ball.
Heads!
-Ah. Nice. -Seriously, what is going on with you?
Oh wow, so sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to, so it's okay.
He's just pissed at me.
Yeah, 'cause he called my daughter a slut!
And you called my son a maniac!
-Because he is! -He's 11!
Okay, can you do this once we're done with the court?
Sorry. I can't.
All this aggression and macho shit? Do better!
Well, I'm out of here.
What's wrong with him?
See? Happy now? This is really serious.
Yeah, it is serious because your son is going to prison.
-Oh, come on, stop it. -Hey. Danny.
He's got other friends.
-Other friends? -Yeah.
I don't have any other friends.
Do you?
-No. -No.
So? Emergency, emergency.
I'm here. Now what is all of this about?
Yesterday evening I met Enzo at a bar.
Uh, is that Armand's son? You said he's an asshole.
Yeah.
But he's also good in bed.
Oh!
You've gotta help.
Help? Help how? You've already done it. What can I say?
-One more white wine, okay? -Goddamn mojitos.
Now, don't blame it on the mojitos, huh?
-But should I tell Armand or not? -Uh, yeah. Yeah, absolutely.
-Before Enzo does. -But why would he tell?
Well, the big inheritance after his father dies of shock.
-Oof. -Oh, sorry.
This isn't me, Merel. I mean, I've never cheated on anyone before this.
What a life, Pam. Gorgeous, really. You don't have kids.
A woman with kids could never find the time to cheat.
-Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot for a second. -Uh-huh.
Sorry. Oh great, thank you.
-Thanks, Merel. You've been a great help. -I know. Cheers.
Oh, wow.
Hola, chica.
Welcome to our own private wellness center,
complete with extra bubbles.
Jesus, what kind of tacky brothel is this, Mike?
-You said you wanted discreet. -Not like this. Just romantic.
A chalet in the Alps, or a villa with a big swimming pool.
-My villa has a swimming pool. -No, that's too conspicuous, Mike.
The windows are tinted on my Volvo, so I'd be able to take you to my house.
Is that better?
Mike, anything's better than this hole. Okay? Bye, I'll call you.
Sweetheart, wait, wait, please.
-I already paid. -I wouldn't be in there if I were you.
-Hi. -Hey. H--
-Wow. Hi, honey. -Come upstairs with me?
-What? Now? -I have something for you.
-What about the parent meeting? -Yeah. We'll be able to make it. Come on.
Uh, yeah. Okay, okay.
Merel? How much longer?
Oh. Ah.
Hello.
Oh. You look pretty sexy--
-Enough, you stupid wimp. -Ow! What--
I hear you've been naughty, huh? Yeah. And what do naughty boys get? Hmm?
-Oh, wait one sec. -What?
-I just forgot something. -What'd you forget?
No, no, no.
No.
-No! -This is for naughty boys.
-No. No whip. -Yes. Are you a naughty boy?
-Because then I need to do this. -No! Stop it!
Jesus!
Huh? Doesn't stuff like this do it for you?
-Me? -Yeah!
-You! -What?
Delete your history next time you go to a porn site.
No, I don't ever watch porn, though.
-You don't? -No.
Huh?
Jason showed porn to the other kids during recess.
We went through his tablet and found it.
Ah, yeah.
Yeah, I mean…
He's… just that age. This is common, right?
He's… a curious boy.
He's just a healthy kid.
-Oh, really? -Yeah.
"Drunk girlfriend fucked in the asshole."
"Horny slut blows three guys."
"Double penetration with my stepmother."
Hmm.
Thank you.
From Paw Patrol to porn. What happened?
Ah, the boy had a few questions after sex ed.
This is on us. We should've sat down and talked about these things earlier.
When? When he was a toddler?
When he was between the ages of Paw Patrol and double penetration.
-Oh, hi, beautiful. Mwah. -Hi, honey.
-Hi, Mommy. -You came over?
Yeah, Enzo decided to surprise me. A daddy's boy forever. Huh.
What would you think of the three of us going out to dinner later?
-Yeah. -No.
-Hmm? -I just came to say hello. Mwah.
-I have to be in court tomorrow. -Are you sure?
Yes. Yeah.
I wish I could, but, uh, I have a lot of work to do.
-Are you all right? -Yeah. I'm perfect.
I'd just prefer to sleep at home by myself.
Mwah.
Well. Huh.
Pam.
What game are you playing?
Relax, okay? I'm not gonna say anything.
Listen. Yesterday did not happen. Okay? I love your father.
Oh, yeah? Is that so?
-Go screw yourself. -Hey! This--
Pam, this is a hard situation for me too here.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Okay.
Wh… Listen, Jason.
We talked with Miss Esther. You've been showing dirty videos in class.
-That filthy snitch. -Whoa!
Stop. Stop.
Sex is not the way it is in those films you saw.
No, it's a nice thing for… for, um… moms and dads to do to show their love.
Hmm?
Do you guys do that?
-Sometimes. -Ew, gross!
-No, no, no, no. Sex isn't dirty. -No, it's not.
-No. What you see is all fake. -It's not gross.
We don't want you to get the wrong impression.
Right.
Okay? And, uh… yeah.
And in real life, sex is very… well, different.
Yeah.
-How is it? -Shorter.
More boring.
-Yeah? -No.
Anyway, honey, you'll have plenty of time to figure that out for yourself
when you grow up, and until then,
we want you to promise to stop watching these bad videos.
Jason?
And also, we'll get you the new Call of Duty.
-Dad! -Yes!
-Cool! -Okay.
-Call of Duty! I'm gonna get Call of Duty! -Real nice parenting, Greg.
-You're swapping sex for violence now? -As long as it works.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait. Um…
-Let's play a game. -Okay. That's fun.
Um… no, I… Uh…
Let's… let's make a bet on who is the most drunk.
What, is that a breathalyzer?
Yeah, oh yeah. I… play this with my friends.
It's very fun.
-Is everything all right? -Yeah. I, uh…
I think, um…
It's important that you're sober for this. And are… actively consenting.
According to your coach?
-All new men do this. -Mm.
Okay.
Hello. I am Roos.
And I'm horny as hell,
and I really want to sleep with this man here.
Oh, uh, hi.
0.12.
Okay, what else you need?
Uh, well, your passport number?
Ivo! Come in.
If it's about your design, I haven't heard anything.
-But! No news is good news. -Oh. That's good.
And even if they say yes,
they'll want a lot of revisions, so just be open to that.
-On the… subject of openness, uh… -Hmm?
-I wanted to say something. -Of course. Go ahead.
I have a lot of admiration for you, and I… appreciate you
for giving me this chance to be open with you. Honest.
Oh. Are you gay? It's okay, I figured.
Uh, no. I'm not.
-Not gay? -No. But… But that's not an issue at all.
You know, I mean, that's fine, of course. Very fine. Uh…
I know you don't want any personal drama at work.
But…
-I have the city permits. -Thank you, sweetheart.
Ah, Pop, come on. What did I say?
Pop?
Yeah, she doesn't want anyone to know she's my daughter.
Nonsense, isn't it?
Don't tell anyone, Ivo.
But what, uh… did you want to tell me?
Uh… Uh… I…
The… The coffee from yesterday, I threw it out.
-I've cut out coffee now. -Oh yeah?
So if I seem a little, uh, nervous around the office,
then that's the reason why.
-I thought that was just the way you are. -No. Withdrawal symptoms.
So, uh, now you know. Yeah?
Okay. Great.
Stay strong.
Oh.
The daughter of the boss?
Yeah. I don't want these people to judge me.
But you work for him.
Would you have gone out with me if you'd known who I was?
Why are you angry about this?
I want you to be honest.
If you lie about something like this, then what does it mean for us?
You tell me what "us" means to you.
No, sorry, I just can't.
Your best friend forced you out of the house
so he could have secret ex-sex?
Sorry, it's too much.
-You're always welcome here. -I better be, I work here.
You're so funny.
And so handsome.
Nah, don't bother, Marco. He's straight.
-Wait, what? -Yeah.
-And he's not over his ex yet. -No.
Huh?
She ended it with me 'cause I was a real dick.
You seem like such a sweet guy.
-Mm. -You never know, Dan.
She might give you another chance.
She did. She even suggested we open things.
-Ooh! -Exciting.
But I ruined it.
-Oh no… -Sorry.
-What? -I'm sorry.
Hey.
And now I'm alone. Nobody wants me anymore.
My best friend kicked me outta the house.
-Hey, we want you. -Yeah.
Danny, aren't you a bit bi-curious?
Marco.
Hey! Ladies, are the five of us going out tonight, or what?
-Yes! -Sure.
Hey, hey! Come here. Mwah.
I want us to be together, Stevie. Forever and ever.
I do. I want all… of it with you.
Hmm?
-What? -Sorry.
What are you--
It's just weird when you get all romantic like that.
Hey, but--
-Hey, I'm serious. I'm serious. -Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Mm.
I want that with you too. Yeah.
But I won't forget how terrible you were to me.
And my followers won't either.
Look, Stevie, I've… I'm different now, Stevie.
I… I'm not that "Return of the Rooster" guy.
I hope not.
Mm. Tell me, what I have to do to prove that I'm a changed man.
Hey. I'm Mike Mulder.
I DON'T RUN AWAY I CHANGE
In this video. I'm sharing a message. I made a very big mistake.
But that's okay.
Because now I've learned vulnerability is a true superpower.
In the past, I was too macho. A rooster, you could say.
But now I know that was a manifestation of my insecurities.
Now I call myself a new man.
And now we're back together!
-This was Stevie's idea? -Yeah. Of course.
You think I'd want to make a fool of myself?
Ivo, um…
Uh, you were right about Jason. He's not as innocent as we thought.
-The search history was his. -Are you serious?
-But… how old is he again? -Eleven.
And a half. We had a family talk about it. He's not gonna watch those videos again.
You guys wonder what it would've been like if we had the internet? With that porn?
Boy, I really can't imagine how I would have survived puberty.
-Ah, I feel for these young ones. -Yeah.
Yeah.
-What are you doing? -I have a question for Bram.
I want to see if he has a course for children.
No.
-Okay. He's coming, he's coming. -Uh-oh. Okay.
-Hey, dude. -Hey.
Oh, man, man, man. I'm so hungover.
-Can I have a beer? Thanks. -Coming right up.
Now, what's so important?
We have something to say, Dan.
-Okay. -We've been friends for many years.
So we have the right to know who these new friends of yours are. Hmm?
Okay, they're…
Well, I've been going out with Harm and, uh, a few of his friends.
-With gays? -So what?
I'm the straight friend.
And they do things that you guys don't do.
What?
-Such as? -Well…
-They ask how I've been doing. -What?
Yeah, if something's wrong, you just have to tell us.
Hmm. And Frank commented on my new haircut.
And I'm afraid to cry in front of you.
So yeah.
I'm sorry I have to say this,
but now I want an open friendship. ou.