Spetters

Father!

Father!

Move out of the way!

I have to get to work!

Scoundrel!

I'm taking an advance for next month, old timer.

-Thanks, old timer. -Yeah.

-Hi Mom. -Bye son.

What are you laughing at?

Come on.

Thanks dad! -Ok!

..Gerrit Witkamp together with his wife.. ..she, with her splendid villa...

-Guys, Is the sound alright? -It's okay. Fine with me.

Good, let's get started!

So guys, let's show a little enthusiasm, right? 4...3...2...1

Let's go!

Here's Gerrit Witkamp, the national dirt bike champion...

...with his wife Hilde, cheered on by his adoring fans!

-Good morning Gerrit, hello Hilde... -Hello!

We're told you're actually a dentist, is this true or just a rumor spread by your sponsor?

-It's true, I graduated at Utrecht. -But you haven't practiced much lately?

You don't lose a skill like that though, shall I demonstrate?

This should be good guys, a demonstration by a dentist...

...who's about to become the dirt bike world champion. Do we have a volunteer?

Open your mouth...

Open!

There's a hole in one of the molars. Drop by sometime, I'll treat you for free.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to some of Gerrit's fans...

-First of all, who do we have here? -Eef De Wit, car mechanic. I'm nineteen.

Rien, I'm twenty and a carpenter.

I'm Hans, also twenty and also a carpenter...

-And what are we sure about? -Gerrit will be the champion.

Witkamp, Witkamp...

Hey, how do you like your fans? -Wonderful.

You heard it! -Gerrit promises to be the champion!

What do you think will make Gerrit the world champion?

He's got the best gear, all of it Japanese!

-It's not only about the gear! -That's what I like to hear.

That's right! I drive a piece of junk myself, but I'll win tomorrow for sure!

Ah, you ride yourself? Yes, I'm only an amateur, but not for long.

-He's won a few times already. -You heard it, the competition is coming...

Do you know about this boy? Sure, his name is Rien Hartman.

Yes! Is he talented? -Him? Yes, he is.

What about me? I'm a biker too! -I wanted to ask you a question...

...I believe that champions can help advance the sport...

Look, the sport has to appeal to a wider audience...

-Yes... -Yes, talent will emerge eventually...

Hey Gerrit, thanks for the interview...

Ok guys, it's a wrap. Let's go.

Hey baby! -Hey.

-You're up early today? -I have to work on my bike.

I need some floor cover. -Behind you.

-Will I see you tonight? -For sure.

My parents are going camping. We've got the place to ourselves.

-I'm going to the counter... -Yes, I'm coming.

Will that be all? -Some chewing gum.

Allright, that will be 24,50. -Here's 25, keep the change, honey.

You're so sweet.

My my, aren't you clever.

-Forgot about those, had you? -They're from home.

-With our pricetags on them? -Yes.

They're paid for.

Hey guys!

Watch out now, little Hans.

My balls... Here, catch this.

...All of it nicked from my old man... and from Maya, she never notices anything...

I need some gas.

Shall I put it in there?

-Fill her up? -That's what I came here for.

-Is there anything else I can help you with? -A receipt, please.

Ooh, a receipt...

A receipt...

Hey fellas! Check this out.

Bastard! You bastard!

Two peas on a board! Even mine are bigger!

Next time, bring your older sister!

Dirty faggot!

Don't use that one! There's still dirt on it!

There's just a little grease on it...

Gerrit wouldn't use that either! You should see his mechanic.

Gerrit wouldn't use that either! You should see his mechanic.

But he could assemble a bike with his eyes closed!

-I can do that too. -Yeah, right.

-Wanna bet? -Sure

-25 bucks, allright? -Ok.

Go ahead.

'Swing Divider'

'Float Chamber'

Ah, delicious Heineken!

That will be 25 bucks.

Hey Rien, check out this hot chick!

She's a dirty black!

-Yeah, but they fuck better, right, love? -Huh?

Wanna dance?

With you? As if I don't have anything better to do.

He's such an asshole.

-Would you like something to drink? -Yes.

-Chocolate milk? -I'll have a beer.

Rien! This chick is easy!

-She just can't get enough of it. -Me neither...

He's at it again..

-Your skin is very soft... -Don't do that!

-Why not? -I don't like that.

Jesus...

This evening's disco-dance contest is about to start and...

Guess you couldn't cut the mustard?

Did you get a smelly finger, little Hans?

-Here, smell it. Did you get it on? -Why don't you go dancing?

-Go dance... Maybe you'll win a album... -Let go of me!

Disco, disco...

Wow, here's our very own dutch John Travolta! Fantastic!

Fantastic.

But wait, that's the Black Pearl, the competition!

He's this evening's prize winner!

Wow! Here is Iggy Pop pop pop pop!

-Why don't you sing along? -Jesus saves! Jesus saves!

Hey, hands off! Let go of me! I didn't do anything!

-Jesus, Truus! -Jesus Christ!

Dickhead!

-Damn, dirty faggots! -Hit him in the balls!

-Hey, filthy assfuckers! -Keep your hands off little boys!

Come on guys, get after them.

-Lipstick! Give me some lipstick! -Here! Here!

We'll make you look beautiful? -Nice mouth to suck cocks.

Thus we can recognize you better, dirty faggot.

-I tied his shoelaces together. -I should have fucked him as well.

Ok guys, end of the ride, let's go.

-I don't want to go home yet... -Already...?

Ok guys, I'm out of here. My parents are away, I have the place to myself...

Eat her out! Well, he's set for the evening...

I wish my parents had a trailer. The church wouldn't allow it.

-Can't we come with you? -So you can end up behind the bar?

No way. I'll see you tomorrow.

They wanted to come inside with us. They have nowhere to go.

-They'll have to use the grass somewhere. It tickles your bum...

-Shall we lay down? -Upstairs?

Not my room, let's take my parents' bed instead. Nice and big.

Mind the bedspread! Get off it for a moment.

What's that? Read it to me.

"Rien, don't let Maya leave too late or her mom will get worried. Dad"

-Your dad is so sweet... -My old man, what a guy.

Bye girls...

-Just look how high... -Not so high!

-We're going home, bye! -Quit it! -You'll be fine, okay?

-I'm scared, don't be an asshole! -Quit it!

Go to the back of the building! Just enter there. -Where? -Back there!

Watch it, this is creepy... Over there! Through that window!

Lift me up!

Come!

Give me your hand.

Here it is. -Nice.

Don't just stand there! Find yourself a room.

Little too much to drink, I think? -Never mind.

Wait. -What is it?

-I'm having my period. -Jesus.

-Couldn't you have said that earlier? -It just began!

That's just great.

I can't get it in.

It's totally limp.

Damn.

My arm is getting tired.

It looks just like a shrimp!

I had too much booze, do you mind?

If they find out, I'll look like an idiot.

They don't have to know, let's just pretend.

-But what should I do? -Just moan, like in 'Turks Fruit.'

-Moan? -Yeah.

Like this?

More! More!

-Eef? -Yo! -Ready?

Just removing the spots.

-Not bad, huh? -I really nailed her good...

-Hurry up. -It was great, wasn't it?

Super.

Did you find a spot last night?

-Hey, I'm riding with Eef! -Can't I...?

What, on his shitty bike? It won't start again and we'll be left behind.

It started right up this morning!

Ok guys, let's go!

God...damnit!

All riders in the 125cc class, come to the start please...

What the hell are you waiting for? The race is about to start!!

Yeah, chill out will you?!

Will you be careful?

-I want to win it. -Well, I'll see you there.

What about me?

If you're such a good mechanic, why can't you fix my bike?

You know what's your problem? You drink too much, your hands tremble.

Fuck off then! Do it yourself! -Dickhead!

Dickhead!

Out of the way!

Opzij, stommerik.

...coming up is the 125cc...

That's number 12, it's Piet...

Pieter van der Bresken, Number 8 is Rien Hartman...

Very concentrated. There's a lot at stake!

We have a late arrival, number 21. That's Hans Blaak.

Hurry up boy, or you'll miss the start!

Just a few seconds left, ladies and gentlemen...

Ready...