Grimm

I can't sleep.

And I'm so cold.

Get into bed with your brother.

And I'm hungry. -There isn't anything.

I'm so hungry. -There isn't anything!

Jacob, are you asleep?

Move over.

Isn't Mum coming? -No.

Come along.

Do we have to go this far?

Not the small stuff. There are larger branches further on.

A cow.

A cow.

Dad. Jacob.

Dad.

Marie.

Dad.

Daddy.

Marie. -Jacob.

Stay where you are.

How do we get home? -Home? Marie, he abandoned us.

Abandoned? Why?

Because he couldn't handle it. Because he's a bastard.

And what about Mum?

Dear Jacob and Marie. Go to uncle Ramón in Spain.

It's warm there. He can help you out.

Love, Mum.

Is that all? -Yes. And the address.

Look. -What?

Light. -Where?

There.

Jacob, I can't go on.

You must keep going. -Just sit for a minute.

Marie, it's freezing. If we sit down we'll fall asleep. For all eternity.

I'm so tired. I'm so hungry.

Do you want to die? -No, something to eat.

Marie, for God's sake. Get a grip.

Help.

Donar.

Donar.

They killed Donar.

We saw a cow in the woods.

I told you to look in the forest.

The girl is going to sleep. I've got to talk to the boy.

My wife doesn't get it from me.

The girl's asleep.

You've got to go to bed with my wife.

What did you say?

You killed Donar. You owe me something.

Is he coming? -He's coming.

Jesus.

Right. Let's do it.

Jacob, what are you doing?

Marie, help me. -Get rid of the girl.

Why is this?

The boy is doing a good deed.

Goddammit! Why? I did it, didn't I?

Yes, too well. You've got her on heat. She wants it again tomorrow.

Jacob, you can't do this. He'll never survive it.

He's a peasant. -So?

They're strong.

I'm not tupping that witch again.

Jesus, Jacob. -Run!

Jesus.

Give it to me.

No, I'm going to throw it away. -What? Are you mad? Give it to me.

I don't want a revolver. -It's a pistol.

I don't want a pistol.

Jacob, we're going to find work tomorrow. We don't need a pistol.

A moped.

Isn't Coby around?

We don't know any Coby.

This is Coby's spot. -She's dead.

She was taken away yesterday.

Goddammit.

What are your wishes?

Bit of pulling off, bit of a blow job. -I can do that all right.

No messing about. -Fifty.

Twenty.

Put all your money on the bed.

My money's in my trouser pocket, and my trousers are at my ankles.

So?

So I'll have to bend over.

Slowly.

Is he dead?

Yes.

Where are we going? -Spain.

Marie.

Wow.

Jacob. Look over there.

See what we look like? We can't go to uncle Ramón like that.

Why not? He's our uncle. We can explain.

I'm not doing it. -We'll have to.

No problem to you, but to me it is. -Don't make things difficult.

Marie, please. -I don't want to look like this.

I want a bath and new clothes. -You can't. We haven't got anything.

Marie...

Bastard.

Marie, forget about it. -Let go of me.

Marie...

Give me your clothes.

I can't. -Do it. Off with your clothes.

Clothes off or I'll shoot. -I'm going to a funeral.

I don't care. Take your clothes off.

No.

Do you want to die?

Please, please. Don't. You can have them.

You count to fifty, and then you can get out. Understood?

Count. -One, two, three, four, five...

Get out. The house rule is ten minutes.

Ramón who?

Ramón Casero.

He is dead. -Dead?

Dead.

How long? -A year.

Are you aunt Pilar? -What?

Are you Ramón's wife? -Ramón's wife is dead as well.

Dead as well? -Dead as well.

Both dead? -Are you deaf?

How? -What how?

Died how? -An accident.

Ramón Casero was a jerk.

He was our uncle.

Uncle Jerk.

Can I have some money?

What are you going to do? -Buy a roll.

Want one as well? -No.

Señor.

Jacob, you found it.

My brother, Jacob.

Diego.

Your sister didn't come with me easily. I really had to my best.

If you've been worried, it's my fault.

Would you like a drink? -Yes, please.

Wine? -Yes, please.

Do sit down.

You were suddenly gone. -I left an address, didn't I?

Why didn't you wait? -We did. But you didn't turn up.

But now you're here.

To your health.

He is a surgeon.

And what are you?

I am nothing.

Luis. And Sofia.

Marie, come. Sit.

Jacob, your chair.

Very well. Let's sit down.

My sister, Teresa.

Gazpacho. This is all to go into the gazpacho.

In Holland it's cold and the soup is hot.

In Spain it's hot and the soup is cold.

Luis.

Jesus Christ.

What's that stuff called?

Carlos Primero.

How's your head? -Bad.

Carlos Primero. Friend and demon.

What's the idea?

What's the idea?

Do you mind if we speak Dutch for a moment?

Are you in love with that dickhead?

Is he suddenly a dickhead? -Yes. Strange, eh?

What a funny language you're speaking. Dickhead?

No. Dick-head. -Dickhead.

I... am... a... dick-head. -Stop it.

I am a dickhead.

Very good.

I have to go. If there's anything you need, ask Luis.

Halfwit.

Congratulations, child. -Thank you.

Good of you to come.

Bastard.

For you. -Thank you.

No, open it.

Thank you.

Do you know who you are marrying? -I certainly do.

She robbed me in a toilet. Threatened me with a gun.

You're confusing her with someone else. Just leave.

You bitch.

Filthy thief. Here.

Do you know this woman? -No.

Evil cow. -Piss off.

A streetwalker, that's what she is. A piece of shit.

A thief. A filthy thief.

People, you all know Dolores.

Imagines herself the black sheep of the family...

and therefore feels the need to stir up trouble.

Well, she did what she did. It can't be undone.

But I tell you:

Marie comes from a respectable Dutch family.

And I love her.

Come on, let's go. -What?

You heard me. I can't stand it. It makes me sick.

Let me go. -Marie, please.

Ouch.

Let's go. This is a mistake. We don't belong here.

We? You don't belong here. -What?

Go away if you don't like it.

I'm married now. I've got a husband.

A man?