With Friends Like These (Dagen zonder lief)

The belt stopped. It's two cases.

Can I see your ticket?

Where did you leave from? - New York.

Via London? - Yes.

WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE...

Fourteen hours on the bus.

Fourteen? - I'm gonna feel sick again.

How are you? - Fine.

Good luck.

Come here!

Don't forget to go and see Grandma. - No, I won't.

Bye.

I'm gonna miss you!

Bye, sweetheart!

BLACK KELLY

Black Kelly, you're blonde!

Great!

Long time, no see! - Three years.

On holiday? - No.

Come back here to stay? - No.

So why are you here? - To ask my mother something.

What? - I can't tell you.

Why not? - It's much too awful.

So what? Go on, tell me. - No, no, I won't.

You haven't changed a bit!

Staying for long? - Don't know.

Do you want a lift? - No.

Go on! - No, it's OK, I'll walk.

Specially to pick you up in.

Is it yours? - No, my girlfriend's.

But she lets me use it.

But you still live in New York? - Yes.

Well, in Brooklyn, it's a bit cheaper.

What do you do there? - Stuff in fashion.

Organising castings and parties.

Partied a lot myself, too.

We'll get together before you leave, eh?

Call me on my US mobile.

You at home? - Yes.

OK if I come round? - Yes, come on round.

Guess who I bumped into.

Black Kelly. I'll tell you about it later.

Hi, Mum. - Hi, Kelly. How's New York?

Aren't you home? - I'm in Germany.

What are you doing in Germany? - Johan has to be here for his work.

Great! - Come on! He really makes an effort!

Yeah, while it lasts! When are you home?

Why do you want to know? - Just asking!

What's the matter?

I might come and see you. - Wonders will never cease!

For a holiday? Or aren't things working out there?

When will you be back?!

Not for another two weeks.

Two weeks? - Yes. When are you coming over?

She's in Germany.

Could I stay with you for a bit? Just a couple of days...

She'll be back by then.

OK.

Dad?

Honey...

Kurt?

Kurt!

What happened? - I don't know.

I passed out. - How come?

Don't know. A blackout. - Just like that?

I've got a blood clot, eh? - Stop it, Kurt, it's not funny.

Sometimes you go too far.

I've got a tumour. - Stop it!

You don't believe me, then?

Honey... Go and see the doctor.

Who is she, your girlfriend? - Ingrid.

She's in Norway for a few days with her volleyball club, for a tournament.

Volleyball.

Oh no, I almost forgot!

I was supposed to go and see her grandma. Coming?

Why do you have to go and see your girlfriend's grandma?

I promised to paint her summer house.

I'm going to see how much work it is.

Hello, Frederic. - Hello, Grandma.

It's a bit big. - Grandpa sanded it all down first.

That's not just a summer house! Bloody hell!

Instead of getting someone in to do it! "No, Frederic'll do it..." Fuck!

Don't get me wrong. I do love her, my Ingrid.

And she lets me do what I like.

Apart from a couple of things, but I guess it's the same for everyone.

What doesn't she let you do? - Give her love bites on the neck.

And not laugh when she's being serious.

Is she the serious type? - She is a bit, yeah...

She's a good girl.

Shall we go and see Kurt?

OK. How is he? - Fine.

It's great, seeing him with his kid. - Has he got a kid?

Who with? - Someone you know.

Who?

Blonde Kelly.

Funny, eh?

After you, he went out with Blonde Kelly. He only falls for Kellys.

Did you hear about Patrick? - No. What about him?

He's dead.

Committed suicide.

When? - Last year.

He jumped off one of those blocks.

Do you know why?

No, I don't think anyone does.

Look who I've brought to see you!

Hello, Kurt.

Blonde Kelly... - Black Kelly.

Long time, no see! It's great to see you again!

How did you get here?

You know... by plane.

And you're running around with Frederic? - We bumped into each other.

You've lost a lot of weight.

But you look great. - Thanks.

We haven't heard much from you. - I haven't heard much from you either!

Yeah, you could be right. Are you still in New York?

Enjoying yourself? Are you gonna stay there?

Yeah.

And the two of you, an item! - Yeah, this is my husband.

It's great, here. Cosy. - Yeah, it is.

And I hear you've got a kid. - Yes. Why don't you go and get him.

Black Kelly, completely blonde!

Shush!

He's got cancer, Kurt should take him to the vet.

He stinks a bit! - Poor thing, he's having a rough time.

This is Lowie. - What a beautiful baby.

Who's a beautiful baby?! - Peek-a-boo.

Look at you! The king with the beautiful eyes. Peek-a-boo.

Would you like to hold him? - No.

You can if you like, really. - No.

Kurt junior.

Why has she come back? - She wants to ask her mother something.

What? - Dunno. She won't say.

How are you? - I've just had a blackout.

What?

Just like that. - No!

Kurt? Can you go and buy some fruit?

Some pears, but not too hard, he can't digest them.

There was something else... You had to take that parcel to the post office.

That parcel that had to be sent off.

Business isn't just buying stuff.

You have to sell stuff too. Eh, Frederic?

He's running a serious business now.

Robots, UFOs and other gadgets on the Internet.

That's the future, so they say.

I've been asked to paint a summer house.

Did you hear? To paint a summer house.

But it's huge! I've just been to see it.

It's big enough for a whole village of Yugoslavian refugees.

Incredible, and it looks like I'll have to do it all myself.

Do you want me to come and help?

Would you? - Sure.

Do you mean it? - Yeah, of course.

For a couple of days? - I'll fix with Kelly.

Fantastic!

Where is it?

At Grandma's...

Grandma's?

Ingrid's grandma.

Pig!

OK, it's enough.

You certainly let that Ingrid boss you around!

What about you? "Go and buy some pears. Go to the post office."

Kurt is a big fat lump!

I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9. - OK.

We'll go and paint your stupid bitch's stupid summer house.

No.

What?

It's OK, Kurt. It's not necessary.

Come on... - No, I don't want you to.

I tell you, I'm coming!

What? - You're acting like a kid!

Me?! I'm acting like a kid? - Do you want me to come or not?

You're a real dickhead!

I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9. - OK.

I'll just turn off the alarm.

Wow, nice apartment!

We're in the middle of packing, we're moving soon.

We're moving to Brussels. - Great view.

The kitchen.

So you're going to Brussels?

The bathroom.

And the bedroom. - Chic.

Fancy going to Brussels! You're fine here.

It's Ingrid's idea. I can work for her dad there.

What's the matter?

Kurt got me pregnant.

I only realised once I was over there. I had an abortion.

So he doesn't know? - We'd split up!

I'd just arrived and I discovered I was pregnant.

What was I supposed to do? Phone him and say,

"I'm pregnant with your kid but I'm gonna get rid of it"?

I couldn't do that!

And now I have to live with it.

I can't get it out of my mind.

I should've told him.

But now I'm gonna tell him. - I wouldn't.

No? - No.

You mustn't...

You mustn't smoke indoors, Kelly.

Let's go out onto the balcony.