Max

Mr Vanden Stock, I have great admiration for you as a businessman.

Anderlecht is on the up, with fantastic players such as, um...

Yes, well, that may be going too far.

Mr Vanden Stock. Or may I call you Constant? Right.

Constant, don't you also think it's high time

that you and I have a talk?

Hey, will you get off my pitch? - Sorry.

Max De Keukeleire, I specialise in cups.

So do I.

Unusual, eh? - So are you.

Have you come to look at the Anderlecht strikers again?

No, I sell cups.

Next. - Yes, may I?

Mr Chairman.

May I call you Constant? Now we're alone.

Not much chance of a cup this year, I suppose?

Load of big-heads!

Hello, Kurt.

How's things?

Get on with it, Gilbert.

DE KEUKELEIRE SPORTS TROPHIES

ABSENT DUE TO ABSENCE

Carlos.

Hello Willy. - Hello Max.

Damn.

Sofie. - Hi Dad.

Hi Granddad.

Well, did you get good marks for your test?

Probably. - Fantastic. Well done, Sofie.

Well?

Sold? - There's a good chance it is.

No again, then? - The sale was almost complete.

You couldn't sell a lifebelt to a drowning man.

I've made a shopping list. - Well done, Dad.

Let her catch her breath. You don't know what a Religious Knowledge test is like.

I've got to go. - Me too.

Where to? - Music school.

Again? - Yes, flute lessons.

You went yesterday. It's only once a week.

D'you know about flutes? Shut up, then.

You think you can learn to play with only one lesson a week.

See you later, Dad. Bye, Granddad.

Bye.

I checked that pile of rubbish you call your accounts.

Van Himst went to the Vanden Stock stadium today

to find out about the physical conditions...

Sorry, Dad. I'm late.

Have you come to look at the strikers? - No, I sell cups.

Max.

CARLOS DANCING ACADEMY

Nice, eh?

85,000 francs.

The price they charge for a pinafore dress...

Hello.

Good news, Max. We've found you a dancing partner.

Really? That's a load off my mind.

Believe it or not, I was starting to despair.

She can dance, can't she?

I mean, she is... - You mean supple?

You should see her. Legs made from elastic. True, eh?

And stamina. Breath for ten. - When can I see her?

She's here. - Now?

Turn round.

Come on. That's enough.

She can do a lot more than dance.

Sew, hoover, wash, coo...

Hello Carlos.

Hello Carlos. - Ladies, gentlemen, shall we?

Hello Carlos.

You aren't cross with me? - Why? You meant well.

Definitely. We wanted to cheer you up.

Because still not having a dancing partner after seven months...

Good thing that people can laugh about it.

Dancing partners aren't thick on the ground.

And if they are thick, they can't dance.

Get it?

That was lucky.

Can you stop moaning and groaning?

You sound like you're giving birth. - Can't we stop for a bit?

Stop? Did I stop while I was giving birth?

Don't skip, Max. Drag. - There's no point without a partner.

I might as well stop the lessons. - Stop, Max? You?

My star dancer, my Fred Astaire?

No humps. Be proud of your body. - Carlos wants us to go?

Yes, we're his prize heifers, his dream team.

Who says Carlos will send us?

Carlos, because we're his Ginger and Fred, he said.

Fred and Wilma, more like it. - Gilbert...

Championship. Me? - If you had a partner, right away.

And not because you're the landlord's son.

But I can only send one couple. And a couple consists of two dancers.

Carlos will give us private lessons. - Can we afford them?

Don't be so feeble. Be daring.

Hasn't Carlos set any conditions for taking part?

Taking part in the costs, for example? - Gilbert, shut up and dance.

So, if I find a dancing partner, then...

Absolutely. But finding and training one in a week,

getting her ready for the championship... Wait another year.

Take another 50 lessons

and next year they'll be begging to be allowed to dance with you.

Your half an hour is up, Max. Go on.

I must find one.

No, Mr De Keukeleire. I can't see a dancer for you.

Maybe the cards are wrong. - These cards are 1,000 years old.

Then maybe it's time to try a new game.

I've been saying every week for seven months that you won't find a dancer.

I've found six. - Got through six.

That's not fair. - What about the blonde and her arm?

I lost my sense of direction and that glass door was in the way.

What about the others? Torn Achilles tendon, broken nose.

Yes, I... I don't know what goes wrong.

Since my wife Jasmine's been gone, I have trouble with women.

Minneke, Minneke. - You've got your own business,

a wonderful daughter, your father's house.

Why tempt fate? Forget about dancing.

You won't find a woman.

Give generously for the national debt. Give generously.

Give generously.

Will you leave my wife alone?

She winked. - She winked. Yeah, right!

What are your sins, my son? - What have you got?

Pride, avarice, impurity, gluttony, miserliness.

I see women everywhere. Beautiful women, slim, supple.

I know, my son.

In shop windows, on pavements, on stalls, in stables, in doorways.

In cars, at bus stops, in the post office.

Don't talk to me about it. They are everywhere, my son.

Don't any of them want to dance with me? - Dance?

Everyone has his cross to bear.

Everyone? - I do too. My communion cup has gone.

Where am I going to find another one before evening mass?

Have you got a minute?

Fantastic cup, eh?

This decoration, are those balls?

Thick hosts. Well cooked.

Been used a lot, eh?

Yes, but an antique without dents is like mass without a communion cup.

Fine. Mustn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Yes, but... - Your offering is gratefully accepted.

Offering? That cup costs 5,000 f...

God will reward you, my son.

The priest phoned.

Yes, he wanted to thank me. - Did he?

Thanking is his job. ""Thank the Lord, thank fellow man, thank the missio...""

Have you gone mad? Are you giving cups away now?

It's for a company in difficulty

and you can deduct it from tax. - From tax!

You don't earn anything!

Hello. - Hello.

Granddad. - Sofie.

And another thing. Is it normal for a flute lesson to last 3 hours?

No idea. - D'you have any idea about anything?

You should pay more attention to where your daughter is.

Are you a father or not?

Sofie. I'm your father, so I'm entitled to know where you were.

Of course you're entitled to, Dad.

There.

Good night, Granddad. - Good night.

See you tomorrow.

If there's an accident, it'll be your fault.

Haven't you got any eyes in your head?

Your daughter's got a boyfriend. - No, she hasn't. She's only 16.

In the Congo they had three children by then.

You have to make sure no accidents happen, especially now. Put it on.

Put it on?

D'you mean my daughter rides around with some boy without a helmet?

Give her some condoms! - Condoms?

Put a packet on your shopping list. - Condoms?

Or do you want her to do it without any?

Sofie, I want to know now... - Dad!

What you want to eat tomorrow.

A couple of fried eggs, or what? - Dad, don't take the mickey. Go away.

Burglars.

Damn, the key.

Go away, Kurt. - Mr De Keukeleire. Nice to see you.

Go away.

I'm so lonely without you

Even when the orchestra plays

Because dancing will soon bore me

Carlos, your key, quickly.

Have you been given a role in the nativity play?

What, as a stable lad?

The key. She's in the hall.

Calm down, Max. That's not possible, there's no one in the hall.

There is, the dancing partner of my dreams.

The championship. Our problems are over. Come on.

Mr De Keukeleire, nice to see you. - Carlos?

Dancing partner, championship. Is there something I don't know?

Clarisse, the hall is closed and there are only two keys.

Max's father has got one and I've got one.

I saw her wandering around. - You're the one that's wandering.

She was wearing a black leotard. - Really?

Look. Look.

There.

She can't have gone.

The attic has been empty for years. - The light came from up there.

Let him, Carlos. Then he'll know for certain. It won't hurt.

Wait. Wait.

There's no point.

Gone.