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Fuck.

Starglass, cracks bring good luck.

Star in your windscreen? Starglass is ready.

If the crack is smaller than 2 euros, we will repair it immediately.

Replacement takes longer and costs up to four times more.

Starglass, cracks bring good luck.

YO COUSIN!

Yo cousin! Are we doing this?#Daltons4life

Antwerp, Boxing Night Seven.

Yilmaz The Killer goes into battle with Flemish Lion, Dewinter.

This night only, in the Sportpaleis.

Let's get ready to rumble!

Hey baby.

Hey bunny, where are you? It's 8:30 already.

Five up, baby.

Bunny, I already told you. My first customer comes at 9 am.

And our Zita... Mama? Will you make her sandwich?

Not too much, she will get fat.

did you hear me?

It'll be fine.

Where were you last night? - With the Youssef.

Fat Youssef or thin Youssef?

Thick.- Ugh!

Just played a game. - A game?

Yes, poker. But I did win.

And you can't call to say goodnight to your daughter?

Honey, then come live with me. Then I'll put her to bed every night.

Between the dealers and the junkies, right? Mama will laugh.

I want something better, Noah.

A nicer house or a nicer guy? - May I choose?

I know you, Lea. You only want a big villa in Brasschaat.

Or Hove or Schilde...

Just a cottage somewhere quiet in the green.

Are you there yet?

Daddy.

Well, well, come here, you.

Come here, you.

What's the matter princess? No satchel today?

I'm not a princess. I'm a mermaid.

Zita is going swimming with the class today.

She doesn't have a license, does she? - With her bands, rabbit.

Tell me Hazard, what is that?

Are other women not allowed to know that you have a daughter?

No, that's bad for...

No, mom, the child seat will damage the leather, that's all.

Which leather? I call that plastic.

I met Mamadou's son.

He's So Handsome.- No, Mom...

If I were your age...What are you waiting for?

Zita, come say hello to grandma.

If I were your age, I'd be gone.

I would be gone already. He got a car at work.

Sorry.

This is for you.

Here, take it. I'm going...

I do.

But say.

Goodbye, mom.

You call me, don't you? - Yes.

Bye, mom.

We're late. - No, honey.

Papa is the best driver in town.

Driver.- Driver.

What is that?

Stick your tongue out.

Enter here.

No, Grandma gave it to me. - Give it here.

You know what the rules are.

Don't eat or drink in the car, I know.

Your mom does it for it, or what?

What is?

Here.

For me? - Go get another lollipop.

Zita already gets enough sweets at home. Give here.

oops...

Good swimming. And watch out for the sharks.

Day.- Go.

Where are you? - Yes, dude.

Voila.- Hazard?

Miss Annie.

Carlos, huh?

No, Carlos is my cousin. I'm the Noah.

"I am Noah". - I am the Noah.

Noah, right...

Noah and Carlos. The Daltons.

Yes, but... You were bad, weren't you?

The blood from under my fingernails.

Come on...

Did it still work out for you?

Hi, Miss Annie.

Say, Miss Annie. Salukes, hey.

I have a client late tonight.Can you pick Zita up at school?

At what time?

Half past three. As always, except Wednesday.

Correct. That's okay.

Shall I suddenly come and pick you up?

No, it will be late. I'll take an Uber.

Isn't that for you?

What? - Uber.

Come on, Leah. - What?

You spend all day in the car and you know when every light turns green.

I already have a job.

Really and truly? Do you have a job? Can I call mom?

Not a "job" job. A jobke. - A jobke?

Okay. Through?

Through whom?

Carlos.

Is Carlos free then? - Yes.

And you don't say anything. - I'll say it anyway.

And that job? - Just do a tour.

To where?

He didn't say that. - Noah.

It'll be fine.

Like last time, right? - Baby...

It'll be fine.

Beautiful bubbles.

The bigger the bubbles, the bigger the slut.

Just do a tour. - Just do a tour.

Don't forget: Zita, half past three. - All right, chief.

Drop dead, man!

Asshole!

Love you, baby.- Love you.

Where are you? It's nine thirty. Soon it will be Easter.

Yo, Carlos, come on out. I'll be right there.

Paljassen!

What do you want, wanker?

I want to bet on the fight tonight in the Sportpaleis.

And then? Do that via Unibet. - I bet for a thousand euros

that Yilmaz went down in the fourth round.

Hello?

Hello?

What?

Sorry.Probably coming through the tunnel.

It wasn't the fucking tunnel. I hung up.

Why? - I don't have time for your nonsense.

Thousand balls? Fuck you.

Come on. The odds are ten to one.

Exactly. Chances are you will lose.

And it's even more likely that you don't even have the money.

Certainly. Thousand balls. Yilmaz goes down in round four.

All right then.

It's your funeral.

Momo!

Everything okay?

I am 97 and have colon cancer. What do you think?

You know what the doctor said. You're 150.

Say... Is our Carlos home?

Carlito! Your limousine is here.

Here se, there se.

Carlos.

Thanks for letting me sleep over.

Shit up.

Have it wrapped? - No, dip.

Why?

Not good?

Go va.

Well? - What?

What?

What what?

There say what? - What?

What are you going to do? Come here.

No, no... - Come here.

No, not my hair. Not my hair, boy.

What?

What's that? - What?

Don't be mad, hey, mate.

Welcome back, brother.

I would think so.

A spliff.

Can't turn off that Johnny music?

No thanks.

Sorry again for not coming by.

You have a family.

Yes, but still.

Were you able to keep yourself busy in Vorst?

Smoking dope, lifting weights, grabbing speed, jerking, and rapping.

Rapping?

Do you want to hear it? - Why not.

You're not going to know what you're hearing.

The hardest shit you've ever heard.

Really and truly.

Does this poop box have a USB?- Here.

What's with the poop? - Here.

Okay.

EVERYTHING IS WIFI

Don Carlito in the house

Don Carlito in the house

I fuck your motherI fuck your father

I fuck your brotherI fuck your sister

I'm fucking your cousinI'm fucking your cousin

I fuck anyone who wants to fuck me

'Cause I'm a hard fucker

Because I don't care about anything except that cloth

That I grab like a bitch that you can rent for a lot of money

I'm a T-Rex You're a pony

I come from far Street life fucked me

I come from that school Of those hard knocks

I cry every night For my brothers lost

You know

My piet smells of flowers Your piet smells of sweat