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Don't be a pain in the ass, eh?
- Right or left? - Right. Into the jungle.
That's what wounded tigers always do.
Is Hugo awake yet?
And Lisa ?
It's the same thing every morning...
Lisa, eggs.
Speak your mother's tongue, damn it.
Get your ass out of bed
Breakfast in 5 minutes.
And turn off that thing.
Turn it off.
- The news is on soon. - Turn it down, and sit at the table.
We pray here first.
Still.
Shut your mouths and listen.
I said: shut your mouths, yours included.
Sit or do we have to bury you today?
Your chair for my friend. Your chair.
Nice isn't it? Some guests for a few days.
My friend is holding a 9 mm parabellum.
It makes holes I can wade my feet in.
Yes.
Deleye speaking.
No, he won't be coming today.
Sick. I don't know, just sick.
- Do you have pajamas? - ...pajamas ?
P... pajamas, yes.
Take off the overall, put on the pajamas and off to bed.
Look. Look what I have here.
- The Benjamin. - That's Ruben.
Are you his mother ? - No, she's the mother.
And the father ?
- You ? - I'm her brother.
Like we care who put you on this world, hmm?
But I have to know if that asshole is going to stop by.
How sad, a whore as a mother, and no daddy. You want him ?
Make sure no one stands in our way as long as we're here.
Or else...
And that will make a mess.
- If anything happens to the child... - Then you're to blame for it.
- What's your name ? - Lisa.
OK, sister. Follow uncle doctor.
Charlie Six, this is Six. Everything's quiet, no one in sight.
Zero, this is Six. Get ready.
Come, little sister. Fainting you can do in your own time.
Come on, sit on him.
And hold his shoulders.
Not like that. Like this.
No, that's not for us.
Those are exercises.
War ? Playing war ?
Here, in your front garden ?
Jim.
What's that noise ?
The cavalry is exercising. Wait until someone starts firing live rounds.
Then they'll shit their pants!
Good morning.
- How is he ? - Who ?
- That Klipsteen. - Why ?
Gangsters on your doorstep.
Nobody has to be afraid here as long as I'm around.
HB to sheriff, over. HB to sheriff, over.
- The telex came in, over. - Read it, sugar.
Armed robbery on illegal casino near Breda.
Loot: 600.000 guilders. How much is that in francs, over ?
A ranch in Texas, a swimming pool for you and my own livestock.
Armed and dangerous. Armed and dangerous ?
Drove away in a dark blue Mercedes. License number: FT-41-BE.
- Repeat the license number again. - FT-41-BE.
Damn it.
Shitty car.
- Damned boy. - Don't swear, Klipsteen.
Help me instead, God damn it.
The boy is never sick, and now he abandons me.
- I'm not here. - He isn't here.
- Who's abandoning you ? - Hugo.
- Sick ? - So they say.
- Who ? - Who do you think ?
Where’s that son of yours, I'm asking. Sick, he says, and he hangs up right away.
- What does he look like ? - I already told you last night.
- In a tuxedo ? - Yes, a tuxedo, yes.
- 40 years ? - Something like that, 40.
And the other one, the colored guy ?
Colored guy ?
I don't know. He stayed in the car.
He just stayed in the car.
- Wounded ? - No, I'm alright.
Not you. The other one.
The other one.
I don't know. Anything is possible.
Suppose, you're wounded and you can't visit a doctor. Where do you hide out?
Around here ?
There's nothing here. The forest maybe, or Wildschut.
No, Deleye will see you coming. He'll shoot you from his yard.
Have you listened to the news ? And switch off that thing.
They have stolen ten million francs. Ten million.
- Where ? - In Holland.
Some gambling hole. There was a shooting too.
Not too much or it will get pulpy.
- You're going to have to lick it up... - That was Ruben's dinner.
Give him a breast, and me as well if you have one left.
Where's that stallion of yours ? Well ?
He's with my brother in his room.
Things aren't working out between us. You talk too much.
Have you called them ? Never heard of the police, haven't you ?
Those pissers who get you when you run a red light. And ?
My mate and I always run all the red lights. Are you getting it ?
No ?
Yet there's one of those big cars coming. How's that possible ?
I don't know.
- l'll make something up. - For your sake I hope you do.
And for that little one of yours.
Dalsum ?
Are you coming for me ?
Not if you have nothing to hide.
- Coffee ? Or something else ? - Coffee and something else.
And I wanted to say hi to Sybil.
You can do that here too.
You know where the bottle is, coffee is coming.
Look here.
Was just walking around.
I’m looking for two rats, one has a bullet in his body.
Rats ? What kind of rats ?
Gangsters, Deleye. Very dangerous gangsters.
Sybil.
- How are you doing ? - Fine.
- And the children ? - Fine too.
- But Hugo is sick, I heard. - Yes.
- What's his problem ? - The flu.
- Here you go. - Give the little one a kiss for me, OK?
Suppose, Deleye, you steal 10 million francs in Holland.
and you get stuck in this area. What will you do ?
- With the 10 million ? - I'm not interested in the money.
- I want to know the hideout. - l know a hundred of them.
Exactly.
You want me to mention all hundred of them ?
No, just the one...
...I'm not thinking about.
The love bunker.
The love bunker.
Even though you don't have a license for this, still you have to take care of it.
Otherwise it will get rusty.
Execution postponed.
- But the verdict remains in effect. - Jimmie.
- You're a great surgeon. - Wait until you get the bill.
You... have you been friends for a long time ?
He's Jim. You can call me Charlie.
- And if I just walk out the door ? - That would be very stupid.
We'll be gone tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow at the latest.
Where to ?
As far away as possible.
l have my own land.
Doesn't that drive you crazy ?
l'd extort money from the army and move.
This is my land.
Some idiots will even stay on a poisoned dump.
ls this your car fleet ?
- And ? Does it work ? - Why ?
- I ask the questions here. - Is that so ?
Or else I'll get that dried-up cunt of yours
and I'll fuck her until she starts to mutter quietly.
Again: does this piece of junk work, yes or no ? Broken ?
- Too expensive. Drinks too much fuel. - It's not broken ?
All sorts of things are wrong with it, I think.
Leave the thinking part up to me.
Let's hear what your son has to say about it.
- How are you going to prepare this ? - Leave it up to me..
Good afternoon, gentlemen..
- Have you poached this rabbit ? - No, sir.
- It was dead since a long time. - He was caught in a trap.
- And I said: let's pinch it. - Right, that's what you said.
Isn't that allowed ?
- ls this your hideout ? - Everyone visits this place.
- Every patrol. - To take naps.
Can we keep the rabbit ?
- I’m looking for a dark blue Mercedes. - A dark blue Mercedes.
- Have you seen it ? - No, nothing. No.
Enjoy your meal !
- Who was that ? The cowboy ? - Uncle officer from the village.
- What's up ? - Nothing, sir.
- What did you want to ask ? - Nothing, sir.
It's not about wages and coffee breaks again ?
No, sir.
Well, why are you standing there like this ?
- It's an easy job. - What ?
And then it will run smoothly again ?
Yes, it will run...
Go to your bed. We have visitors.
What's going on ? First the cops, now the cavalry.
They aren't here for you, but for Lisa.
She's a soldiers' whore as well ?
One of these days l'll make you choke on your own words.
Make those whoremongers fuck off.
Or else I'll shove a skinned baby down your throat.
Shit head.
Here we are again, with your permission.
A lot of water-bottles have to be filled on days like this.
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