All language subtitles for Vals Licht AKA False Light (1993)

FALSE LIGHT

Simon, how about it?

We need to know this tomorrow.

l wonder how much she earns a night.

She's been there about 3 weeks.
-She?

Do you have any idea?

You know her?

By sight.
- By sight?

She came only recently.

l need to learn this, since l don't
want to repeat a year.

They say whores love doing it with
Alsatians...

They're faithful.
But a Rotweiler licks better.

l think l'll go home.

Simon?

Do you think she's beautiful?

How does such a girl end up there?

Nobody has a program
of the Concerrt of Life.

See you tomorrow.

Why don't you go over there?

You daren't, do you?

He's never done it yet.

That's it, isn't it?

Bye, Sir. Be seeing you.
- By, M'am. l love you.

You're lying.

Does she often drop in?

Those types.. they come, they go. You
don't see them for a week sometimes.

Junkie?
-An aspirin, how should l know.

Where is she from?
-From Sweden.

Don't you want to earn anything?

Hey, dead battey! Bloody floozie!

Ah, get stuffed!

50 guilders. Greek 150.

Let me wash you.
- l just showered.

First time?

Sleep neverreturns - W,f, Hermans

l thought it was about insomnia.
But this is quite nice too.

Do you know W.F. Hermans?
- Who?

He wrote the book.
-No, he never comes here.

l'm Janice.

Eric.

What do you like, Eric?

l just want to look at you.

You can.

Want me to do something for you?

You're the most beautiful woman
l've ever seen.

Thank you.

Why don't you work in Sweden?
-How do you know l'm from Sweden?

The guy in the pub.

The Swedish think me too bony.

Life is hard on a bony woman.

Ready?

Can l take you dancing when you're free?

Closed outside office hours.

Sory.

What do you want?
-l came to see if all was well.

l've never felt so good in my life.

lmagine them nailing Jesus
by just his feet.

How old are you?
-Twenty-one.

What do you want?

l've come to save you.

Does your Mommy know you're here?
- No.

Fine. Keep it that way.

l didn't know you sometimes do it
with two customers at once.

Oh, smarrt-ass.

You have to go now!

Did you think l was going to leave you
by yourself?

That's all l need.

Do you know Leopold?

''ln this Love, Death shall be but sleep,
peaceful sleep.

Waiting for you, be but waiting.''

Good thing l was around anyway.

Yes?

l'm so dumb.

Would you get me some iodine
from the bathroom?

Right.

Ready.
-Thank you, Doctor.

What's your real name?

Lizzie Rosenfeld.

Sure?
- Yes.

l'm not called Eric.

Then what's your name?

Will? Bento? Rick? Peter? Claus?

l'm no Kraut, am l?
-He's a sweet guy.

Simon Prins. Pleased to meet you.

Simon...

Good morning, Simon Prins.

Does it still hurrt?

Oh, it's quite nice.
- Thank heavens.

Last night was your first time.
-Yes, and the last.

Was it boring?
- l'd rather see you here.

Why did you kiss me
when you thought l was asleep?

You looked so lovely.

l thought this won't keep.

lt won't trouble her.

Eveything is different now.

Do you know Vroman, the poet?
Love is the only thing.

Love doesn't exist.
- How stirring.

l know.

Once we're married, where will we live?

ln Sweden?
-Married?

A residential area. Safer for the kids.

How about my work?

Ah, Mother, no more.

l used to often go and look
at the whores.

l never saw you.

Not now.
When l still lived in Alkmaar.

Living there you think eveyone has
already died but nobody told you.

Could eveyone be already dead?
Would you and l be already dead?

Stirring.

When l still lived at home...

...the room floozies were on display
in Chapel Street.

To reach my newspaper round
l had to cycle past them.

l was a bit scared of them.

Well, they were...

...different from my mother.

When my older schoolmates saw me there,
they called me names like whorehound.

That's what they called me
at school as well.

Sweet.
- Sweet?

Tell me some more, Doctor.

Once there was a female Pope who sat in
the bath where a Cardinal had jerked off.

She got pregnant.

Gave birrth on the throne
during her consecration.

Since then the Curia peeks...
Iooks if-you-know-what, is alright.

Where did you get the turrtles?

You don't have to know eveything,
Simon Prins.

l often go and look.

Take a walk.
Shopping without buying.

Skinflint.
- l'd rather look.

Where are the prettiest?

You...

l don't look at others any more.

For some time now.

l just look at you. Just you.

l live right opposite.
l mean opposite your work.

When l'm studying,
l see you sitting there...

l see you evey night.

Peeping Tom.

That's all l see.

You sure set about it the right way.

What do you mean?
What do l set?

You know.

Never go to bed with a whore
if you want her.

To me you're not a whore.

You've got a visitor.

Packed my things?

Lenses in there?
- Yes.

This is Wesley.

We've known each other for ages.

What's your name, charley?

l'm asking you something.

A man of the world.

You?
- No, thank you.

Led only by Christ?

You take good care of her.
Or Wesley will get angy!

Bye, doll.

Be right there.
-What?

Wait, please.

Who was that?

Tricky customer.

A tricky customer?

You might briefly drop in, Simon Prins,
but my life goes on.

Are you sure it's not your pimp?

l'll say it just once.
l'm not ashamed of what l do.

l'm not on drugs, l have no aids
and l have no pimp.

Why don't you simply stop?

l work to earn a normal living.

l've no Daddy who pays eveything
for me!

Or are you going to keep me?

lt's none of your business, or anybody's,
nobody is to know. Full stop.

''To see that a whore is lively
while fucking...

...put another with hiccups beneath her
while bucking.''

Thus runs the memorable final chord of
Van der Linden, alias The Schoolmaster...

...in one of his verses
not meant for publication.

l had to think of you all day yesterday.

But between dream and action
Iaws bar the way.

l was suddenly afraid you had piles.

And scruples.
-Or pits on your bum.

l thought, if only he was here.

Simon.

As well as melancholy
which nobody can explain.

lf you switch on the light and stand
behind the window, l'll wave at you.

Do you never have the light on
when you look at me?

l prefer looking from the darkness.

l used to work in a peep show.
You could never see the customers.

Did that excite you?

What do you mean?

Did it make your pussy leak?

Where did you get that one from?
-My father. He always says it.

Let's not talk about your Daddy.

l've never been to a peep show yet.

No need with your view.

Do you have to work tonight?

Always.

lsn't that a bugger.

''Till death do us parrt.''

Simon!
- Who else?

What areyou doing?
Going through allmy things?

l wouldn't dare.

Didyou hnow l loveyou very,much?

But closed outside office hours.

You're a conceitedasshole,

What time are you finished?
l'll come and get you.

No, l'llmeetyou there,

Darling,

Mommymisses you a lot,

Howis University?

Cannes is heaven/y,

Daddymisses you a lot too,
he has stoppedbeing angry,

We hadhopedyou'd come to stay with
us during the vacation,

afteral/, not every,bodyhas parents
living in the South offrance,

Daddy flies up and down to Caracas
all the time forthe company,

Why don'tyou rep/ysome time,
We'dlove to hnowhowyou are doing,

Yes, l know you love me vey much.

Lizzie?

Why didn't you say anything
when you called back?

l didn't call you.

l thought she'll call me,
to tell me again she loves me.

Once is enough.

l thought it was you,
but nothing was said.

Wrong connection?

lt took too long for that.
-l didn't call back.

Shouldn't you tell me something?
-What do you want to know?

Who called.

Maybe Jasper...

l got married once.
Has to be done at some point, doesn't it?

lt was at the vey beginning.
When l first came here.

l called nobody. Not even my mother.

The dress was a bit too big,
but vey expensive.

He was wealthy...

We lived fast, it was terrific.
Aruba...

We flew to Bangkok, good room serrvice.

We went to New York for two days,
eveything was possible.

lt was the world of Peter Stuyvesant.
l laughed a lot.

But our heaven went kaputski.

We were in Brighton. Federal Express
didn't turn up with the coke.

Jasper's credit card was no
Ionger covered.

Then we were really in deep shit.

Mother Theresa could have fed Calcutta
for a year from what l tossed in my nose.

Suddenly nothing was left.

He appeared to have huge debts.

l starrted working to save us.

l did it for my hubby, l now say...

lt was a dream l paid for myself,
but it was never enough.

lt starrted from love for Jasper,
l think.

Now l'm working for myself.
l left him.

He keeps calling me.
Can't do without me, he says.

Do you still love me a little bit?

Doesn't matter.
-lt does.

Closed outside office hours.

lf only you were a customer.

False light.

False lay?

False light.

My submarine room.

Nobody comes here.

You're the only one.

Looking for someone?
-l've come to see Jasper.

At the back.

Come for the textbooks?

Can l speak to you a moment?
-Has not come for textbooks.

l say, you're not a Jehova's witness?

l've come about Lizzie.

Fuck off!

What does she want this time?
-She wants you to stop calling her.

From which debating society are you?
-Bredero.

Nicita.
l say, who do you think l am?

She says that... you can't let go
of her.

lt's just like cancer, isn't it?
l can't do without.

Who do you think l am!
Am l a leper or something.

Do l go around with a rattle?

l used to think there are open graves
it's better to lie on than to spit on.

But not Lizzie. Lizzie lies.
Lizzie is bad news.

Stay away from her. Slip-up.
-What about this addiction of you two?

WHat's supposed to be my addiction?
-Cocaine.

Well. Cocaine.

So Lizzie's never been addicted?

Lizzie is addicted to only one thing.
Herself.

lf you go for that, you have to...
Leave me out of it.

l warned you, right?

What did you say?

You've had it.
She doesn't want you any more.

What's going on there?!

He's come about Lizzie.

That girl stopped living here long ago.
-But your son keeps calling her.

My son has enough troubles.
She's a slut.

l've come to fetch you.
-You promised not to come here.

Are you Simon?
-Yes.

Janice told me lots about you,
but l thought you'd be older.

Well, l'm Tanya. Hello, Simon.

Have you been working with Janice
for some time?

A year.

ls it going alright?
-Should it go wrong?

l'm afraid to come here.

l respect her privacy.
-That's vey laudable, Simon.

Sometimes l feel lost without her.
-Life is one long loss, sweethearrt.

Will you keep an eye on her?

Why?
She can take care of herself, can't she?

As long as she doesn't starrt using again.

What are you talking about?

lt just strikes me you might keep
an eye on each other.

Who do you think you are?

What kind of a twit are you?
As if we're all junkies here.

l don't know what put it into your head,
but l've always been clean. Janice too.

What's this guy tying to do?

l went to see Jasper this afternoon.
Why are you lying to me?

You'll never accept who l am.
You'll always need an excuse.

You'll never forget what l do.

Whatever you do, l'll always love you.

You can't leave just like that!

The customers mean nothing to me!

l love you! No matter with how many
others you do it!

l'm not your holy whore May! Fuck off!

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l'm not here, but leave a message
and l'll callyou, Bye,

Lizzie, please pick up the phone.

l didn't mean it like that.

Give me a chance.

l love you.

How are you?

Fine.

How nice that you two are in love.

l'm so glad for you.

Without infatuated young people,
this life isn't really worrth living.

Do you two think l enjoy
having to keep running after...

...those infatuated young people
at my age?

Young people in love awaken
the best in me.

When l see young people in love, it's...

...as if l hear bells.

Does she come yet?

For you to ask, for me to know.

l once told her..

Should you come, l'll weep
beside your open grave.

Seems to me a question of being
invited.

They say that dying is as nice as coming.

At least, when you're hung.

Seems to give you a hard-on.

The rope tightens round your neck
and upsy-daisy.

Would women have the same sensation?

We're friends of hers, aren't we?

Perhaps she forgot what day it is today.

Tell her we won't let her cross us
a second time.

Yes, l hate violence. Let that be clear.

There's enough misey in the world.

But the world can't keep on turning if
we don't keep our appointments, can it?

Simon?

Christ! What's happened?!

Where were you?
- None of your business.

Come on, Lizzie!
- Come here.

l want to know eveything. Now!
- There's nothing to tell.

Your tricky customers.
- Not customers.

What do they want?

l know them from the past.

The Hague.

l worked in a vey expensive
club there.

Many ambassadors and so on.

Ministers like...

l recognised them from TV.
-Lubbers? Brinkman?

How would l know. Politics bore me.
- Go on.

There were a lot of girls there. That's
quite nice, then you can do it together.

We even had to do it with... a dog.

Other than that l can do eveything.
It leaves me cold.

You haven't bloody well told me
anything yet!

What do you want?
- For you not to lie.

l was in love with Wesley.
He was crazy about me.

Philip was a regular customer.
He was never troublesome.

He was one of the few l quite liked.

Not kinky, didn't want weird things.

He preferred to talk actually.

He told me he had a problem.

His wife was seriously ill and in France,
in intensive care.

He didn't know how long it would last.
He couldn't keep on his house.

He asked if he could leave some things
with us. Wesley didn't mind either.

lt was less than expected.
l thought he'd bring all his furniture.

This is Wesley.

A few weeks later, Wesley told me
someone had come for his things.

On Philip's behalf. No big deal.

l was sent roses...

A few days later there was someone
at the door. It was Philip.

l asked what he'd come for.
He'd come for the suitcases.

l told him his friend had fetched them.

l thanked him for the flowers
and asked after his wife.

But he didn't go into this at all.

He wanted to know to whom l'd given
the suitcases and what he looked like.

l couldn't tell him much.

Then one day the bell rang again.

l came home from my work that night.
l found Wesley on the floor.

Wesley threw me out.

l never saw Philip again.

Nothing furrther happened.
l went to Amsterdam...

Until the evening you came.
-Sory.

Such misey.
Why do you let it get this far.

That's no way to treat your friends.

Do you think l like this?

l think this is vey unpleasant.

l respect you.

A whore, an A-1 whore.

You see too few of them.

You know l'm a, let's say...

...a man built for harmony.

Liz, Liz, what are you doing to yourself?

Easy, easy.

l'll explain it for the last time.

There was 500.OOO guilders worrth
of street value in that suitcase.

100.OOO cost price.
l'm only human.

lf you have to lie on your back
for 500.OOO...

...there'll be little left of your pussy.
Minced meat evey day.

You can trust your friends, love.

Well, when shall we see each other?

l know nothing. Your friend took
the suitcase with him.

My friend? 100.OOO!

l don't care how.

l don't want to be unreasonable
but business is business.

Blow an oil sheik. Sorrt it out.

l give you one month.

Relax, Lizzie.

We'll always come back.

They don't believe me,
and you don't either.

l want to believe you.
l think Wesley has got it.

Wesley? Don't be ridiculous.
-Do you still see much of him?

He's living in Amsterdam too,
has a studio on Mauritskade.

He's vey busy...
l'm scared.

Perhaps Philip gave you an empty
suitcase to keep.

We must go away.

Yes, we must go away.

Where shall we go, to South Africa?
You can study Dutch there too.

A customer told me they've
vey nice bars there.

Clubs for the rich, African yuppies.

White women are chained to the bar.
You can buy them for one night.

South Africa seems like a jolly place.

You're a bitch.
- No.

You've known they were coming
all this time.

No, Simon.
- You're lying.

Junkies always lie.

You're just a common whore.

How could l ever have thought
you weren't?

You can't even have an orgasm.

Simon!

Simon, l love you!

l had a dream that l was a real man
like Bill Clinton.

Maybe the batteries of my dildo
were empty.

Maybe my toupee was askew.

But l was a real man...

l never see you lately.

l'm busy.

l phoned a few times,
but you're never there.

l spent some time with my parents
in Alkmaar.

Enjoy yourself?

Who doesn't enjoy being with
his parents?

Will you come to Prince?
- No.

l've got a date.

l thought we were friends.
-We are. But l've got a date.

And a date is a date.

What's up with you, Simon?

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l'm not here, but leave a message
and l'll callyou, Bye,

ROOM FOR HIRE

Vey good. Hold it.

Look hot. Wet your lips,
that's nice.

Hold it. 1, 2 3, got it.

Play with your breasts. Vey sey.

Hold it. Lovely!

Charley.

Go and play with your pussy, darling.

Working for Protest magazine as well?
- l've come for Lizzie.

What's it about, cat licker?

About Lizzie. Is she here?

No, she's not. Haven't seen her
all week, thank heavens.

She's raving mad.

A bit sick, you know. Lying and cheating.
Glad she's gone.

Too bad about the lay.

You know what a woman says
after coming seven times?

Thank you, Wesley.

She cost me bucketsful of money,
she's a rip-off, a junk.

You yawn and she'll steal your
gold teeth.

l'd take care if l were you.

The best you can do is find
a girlfriend in the school yard.

Yes, Chantal, come.

Legs open wide, look, yes, great!

That's terrific, that's sey!

Once more.

Look at me. That's great.

Look at me. That's terrific.

Wet your lips.
No, those lips!

Nicolaas Witsenkade 38.

l'm Sammie. Will you offer me a drink?

l'd rather not.

Does your mother know you're here?

What are you doing here?
-l've come for Lizzie.

Doesn't work here.
-The Swedish girl.

Oh, Janice.
-ls she here?

Busy...

What'll you offer the lady?

The lady can lick my ass.
-What did he say?

Let it be. l'll call Hary.

Who's Hary?
-You'll find out.

Hello.
-Hello, Simon.

Lots to do, haven't you?
-You can say that again.

How much are you for one time?
-More than you can afford.

Would you take my 12-months
public transporrt card?

l never take the streetcar.
-We'll quietly go outside.

This gentleman owe you anything?
-No.

Sure?
-Thanks, darling.

250 guilders.
-You were cheaper the first time.

l'm en route to Paris.
-Why did you come here to work?

What do you think l live on?
-Wesley.

How do you know?

You couldn't go anywhere else.
You couldn't stay at home.

l called on him.

l told you l'm en route... Simon.

l don't believe you. What do you want
with that oaf.

Thanks to him l'm here.
l couldn't just walk in.

l should've known.

l missed you.

lt's terrible what Philip did.
If he'd found me, l'd be dead now.

Don't act so dramatic.

l loved you vey much.

lf only l was a customer.

Because making love to you l want.

You have to go now.

l want you to come and live with me.
With me you'll be safe again.

Will you wait for me? l have to get
my things at Wesley's.

l don't want you to see him any more.
-He's not home tonight.

Fine, l'll go with you.

l'll wait for you outside.

Come here.

Hury up, will you?

Are you scared?

l thought you were at the Club?

A quiet night.

l'm off!
-l'll see you later.

l'm not coming back.

What the hell are you talking about?

Let go of me,
-Bloody floozie!

Our new hero! First sucking up to me
for your girlfriend.

What are you going to do next, Sir?

As long as you know this slut
crawled back to me.

l got her out of the gutter again.

Where were you then, Mr. Student? Who's
so kind to forgive her for being a whore?

Or did you think she didn't tell me.
Jerking off behind the currtains.

Did you think she really loved you?
Dirrty bitch, floozy!

She reckons she's got a golden cunt and
is the fuck of the centuy.

Dammit. Fuck, screw away, you bitch!

Spread your legs and ty it on eveybody
at once. You think that's possible?

You stink of rotten fish
the fish market.

ls it Scheveningen or IJmuiden?
What'll we do, Simon?!

Drop your pants!
- Do as he says.

Show us your John Thomas!!

Fuck, fuck, fuck again.
That's what she wants, isn't it?!

Turn her round. Fuck her in her ass.
Surely you've done it before. Come on!

Look at me whore! Look at me!

Come, darling!
Come, l love you so.

Coming is an arrt!

Goddammit!

Goddammit...

Can l borrow this one?

Are you comforrtable?

Will you stay tonight?

Maybe.

lt's my birrthday today.

Really..? Then l will.

Promise?
-Yes.

Then we'll have dinner
with my parents this evening.

How do you operate this?

You can see eveything.

How long did you know me before
l knew you?

lt was love at first sight.

She's not there.

Who?
-You.

lt filthy here. There are mushrooms
growing here!

Did your father ever have to be
in Amsterdam?

No, why?

Jesus. My father is the most
virrtuous man in Holland.

That chance is zero comma zero.

Our line-up is longer than
when the Yankees play.

Hello darling. Congratulations.
-There's the culprit.

Mom, Dad, meet Lizzie.

Hello, Lizzie.

Good evening.
- Good evening.

Look at us!

By God, how cosy!

Turrtle soup.
- The turrtle soup...

Or do you want a moment's silence?

Gosh, how considerate
of you to remember.

Enjoy your dinner.

Delicious.

...and when Simon attended
Willibrordus...

...he always had to play
one of the Three Kings.

There he stood, with a crown
that was always too large.

And once, once we laughed
ourselves silly.

They have saunas and nudists etc.
in Sweden, don't they?

Yes, that's our life style.
-We also tried it once, on vacation.

Simon was afraid to strip. Not that there
was much to see then, on Simon, then.

Well, you found it mighty interesting.

Remember you bought binoculars there?

For the birds..?

What do you do with your time, Madam?
-Just call me Lizzie.

Then you must call me Peter.

l'm with the Health Serrvice...
-Peter.

l'm a night nurse.

l've heard you earn vey little and
keep on having to demonstrate.

l'm often on duty on weekends and that's
no picnic. But it's rewarding work.

You get so much in return.

Our patients love getting
some extra attention.

People are lonely these days.

Especially men, once they lose
their wives.

At which hospital do you work?

At St. May's.

When l'm ill, l'll know where
to find you.

You probably think we've forgotten your
birrthday, but you're wrong there.

Your mother and l said..
he's a real man now.

We'll buy him a real man's present.

Well?

Well? Put it on. It matches
the color of your eyes.

You'll have to help me.

Congrats, my boy. And you too.

After all, you're almost
parrt of the family.

l say...

What did Lizzie give you?

l don't know yet. It's a surprise.
l won't get it until later.

Gosh, how romantic.
-You're overindulged.

Let's drink to your...
coming engagement?

Stop behaving like an ass, Peter.

Do you know many people here?
-'Course.

May l present my girlfriend?

Hey...
-Patricia.

l don't know a Patricia.
-Job-related disability.

Are you Mrs. Prins now?

Simon once asked me too, but l wasn't
the be-it and end-all for him.

lntroduce us, Simon.

Lizzie meet Antoinette.
Antoinette meet Lizzie.

Patricia.

ls this some game?
Do you two play games?

What's it like to be a virgin at
your age?

Bastard!

Gentlemen! Meet Patricia.

How about a yellow boy with blond hair?
-Love it.

The ladies too?
-Yes.

l'm sure l know you from somewhere.

l'm not fibbing!
-Dy up, Van Wessem.

l know exactly where l've seen you.

Do dy up, Van Wessem.

You were called Janice then!
You're a whore!

Hey, Simon! You duffer! What's this?
That girl's a whore, a hooker.

50 guilders, join the back of the line
and take it home.

l should have levelled him with
the ground.

Sory, l shouldn't have taken you there.

Where are the violins and the champagne?

Thanks for defending me.

That never happens.
-You're lying.

No...

Not to you, Simon.

Don't you sense that?

Without you l'll never get rid of them!

You're lying!!!

Simon Prins, you've no idea
how much l need you.

Lizzie, l love you! Yeah!!!

Sporrt-loving ym. age 28, tall, slim seeks
affection. mate to age 26 for... and sex.

Sounds good.
-l want a millionaire.

They don't need personal ads.

Must we hide here all our life?

Stirring.

Or will you keep me?

Phone your Daddy.

Prins,
-Dad?

Yes,
- Dad...

Doyou hnow what time it is?
You'll wahe upyourmother,

l uh, we need money.
We have to go away for a while.

Go away fora while?areyou talking
about that hooher, Simon?

l'm talking about Lizzie.
- Was that hername?

l'm proudyou dare bring home a whore,
- Do you know her?

l hnow the type, Recognisedit at once,

l don't hnow whatyou'replanning, but
we'vepaid enough things foryou,

Don'tget me wrong,
You can studyas long as you like,

You hnowhowhappy we are
you wanted to readDutch,

But it stops somewhere,

Have you ever been with her?

l wouldn't remember, Is she withyou?

lf you paid for her then, why not now?

Go to bed, Simon,
l'll callyou tomorrow,

What an asshole.

They're all the same.

What'll we do?

Think of something.

ranya,

Hey. Janice.

Howareyou?
Fine. You too?

Yes, top ofthe world,
-l want to ask you something.

Didyou hnowM�randa's gotyourroom?
-Yes. l know.

l want to make a date with you.

l've got news for you.

What? Bad news?
-No, good news.

You're notgoing to tellme
you're getting married?

Hi, darling. You look good.

l'm getting out. Finito.
l'm getting married.

To him?

Yes.

Congratulations.

We're going on a long vacation.

Would you do the turrtles?

Of course.

Thanks.

l'm real happy for you.

Has anybody asked for me?
-Why?

You know.

The station car man.

Yes, he dropped by a couple of times.
But that's all.

For your marriage.

My first husband gave it to me.

l hope it brings you a lot more luck
than it did me.

Ladies andgentlemen, the museum is
closing, rhanhyou foryour visit,

Shall we fuck in front of
the Night Watch?

Unbelievable. Not even an alarm.
Much like the Van Gogh Museum.

We had a date.

Wesley! Go and see Wesley.
He's got the suitcase.

At that studio on Mauritskade.

lf you're lying,
l'll fucking slaughter you.

You can't do that, Simon...

Wesley!

Phone the police!

rhis is Wesley's recorder,

Phone the police!

We're stark-raving mad!

We have to go away...

You can't do without me, can you?

Who says so?
-l do.

We have to be smarrt.

There's money, my passporrt
and all we need on the table.

My mother's letters.
My mother's letters.

They must not find the address.

Nobody. They're not there.

l'll see you at Schiphol.
-l won't leave you by yourself.

No, you wait at Schiphol.

l love you, Simon Prins.

Vacation?
-What time is it?

7.55 p.m.

l've got an early flight.

Where are you? At Schiphol?

No, l'm already en route... to Cannes.
l'll wait for you there.

Nobody ever fetched that suitcase.
You kept it yourself.

Simon...

Philip is here.

He's dead,

And the other one?
- Too.

Listen careful/y, Simon,
l've already found it.

l don't know if you can give turrtles
a bath.

l love you.

l didit forus,
rhat's whatyou wanted, didn'tyou?

l've got a buyer,
Justphone him andsaymyname,

The yellow envelope in the box.
Can you hear me?

Simon?

DearLizzie, l sent this pachage toyour
mother, thinhing it willreachyou there,

l hopeyou lovedmejust as much
as l didyou,

l'dlike to believe that, anyway,
But dreams are delusions,

andlove, ah,,,

Let's sayit is a disorder
with fleeting characteristics,

l doubt me often loohing
out ofthe windowanymore,

P, S, rhe turtles are well,
You can visit them in the zoo,

English translation.. Greta Kilburn.