The Northerners (De Noorderlingen)

THE NORTHERNERS

- That expression won't do. - Who, me?

That's much too gloomy. You must look hopeful.

- Hopeful, for what? - For the future, of course.

Yes. That's it.

2000 APARTMENTS TO BE REALIZED IN 1958

SUMMER 1960

Thomas.

Come back.

It's over. Everything's all right.

Come back.

- Stop, Mr. Thomas. - I'm not Thomas, I'm Lumumba.

- Where's Lumumba going? - For a ride.

Are your parents fighting again?

Yes.

Don't go too far or you'll fall off the earth!

I'm sorry.

Martha, I'm sorry.

Sweetheart.

Jacob, don't.

- Not again. - I want it so much.

But I don't.

- I love you. - Stop it.

No.

Why not?

No.

Let me at least caress you.

Go ahead.

Please, react.

- What do you want? - A reaction.

Some groaning now and then.

Anton?

HUNTING CERTIFICATE ANTON DERKINDEREN

"Mr. Derkinderen, since a second test confirmed that you're infertile,

"a third would be a waste of time."

You'd better give this letter to your mom.

We don't want your dad to get hold of it.

And beware of Fat Willie!

Plagge!

- Were you in the forest? - No law against it.

- Why? - Delivering a letter.

- To whom? - William.

The rabbit, lives near the pool.

William the rabbit.

- Was he at home? - Yes.

- Is this William married? - Yes, to Carla.

- Lots of little ones, no doubt. - None at all.

William is infertile.

Infertile.

- Says the doctor. - Doctor who?

- Doctor Wildboar. - Enough, Plagge!

- Did you make a fire? - Why would I?

- Can I see your hands? - No.

I'm the law.

- You've been rooting. - William's hole had collapsed.

- You buried the fire. - Why would I make a fire?

I don't know, but I'll find out.

Any mail for me?

- A letter? - How would I know?

Imagine a postman nosing through other people's mail.

Give me that.

I'm a postman. I deliver my letters at the right address.

It's for me, I'm here.

Is this an address? Do we see a letterbox?

- Thomas got a letter. - Right.

- But I won't get mine. - Exactly.

I'll get you.

LUMUMBA CONTRA KASAVUBU

A letter for you.

- Where did you get this? - From the postman.

Why did the postman give you a letter?

Because.

Kasavubu had to transfer his brief

to form a government with Lumumba.

Who from?

Karin.

- What does she say? - I don't know.

- Won't you read it? - Later.

- What's with this letter? - Just a letter from Karin.

"Dear Martha, how awful for you. Does he really want it every day?

"Wear shabby dresses, no lipstick and no perfume."

Daddy!

You know I love you.

My girl.

There was a bird, a monstrous little bird.

It screamed and screamed. It was a warning.

Nonsense. What would you have to be warned against?

And then Plagge peeped in, too.

- Through the window. - Let him.

He kept staring at me and did something.

What, Martha?

- What did he do? - It was just a dream.

- Don't. - Like the old days.

- Don't reject me. - Stop it.

Lisa?

Could I have a word with you?

In the kitchen.

It's me.

Lumumba.

I'm alone.

I come in peace.

Some liverwurst, please.

- Like this? - A little bigger.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

So am...

We must go!

I wish you'd come too, for once.

Every Sunday they're all staring at me, as if I were a widow.

- Bye, dad. - Bye, son. Say a prayer for me.

Isn't your wife coming?

Migraine.

- How was the sermon? - Nice.

The priest said we've lost the ability to recognize the saints among us.

What do you want? That I pretend to be what I'm not?

Yes.

Always your big, stupid hands.

- I'm not a cow. - I never said you were.

You treat me like a cow.

Then why do you seduce me all the time?

Why do you wear these dresses?

Because it's summer.

No...no...

Don't scream.

Sweet hunter man.

Let's make a baby.

Let's make a...

Sweet hunter man, let's make a baby.

What's your name?