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LITTLE DARLINGS

Are you out of your mind?
Get away from there!

Out of the flower bed.
Are you mad?

I'll get you later.

Let's go. Bloody kid.

Always a pain in the ass.

Just wait until I get home.

Jan-Julius, Valentijn, we're going.
- No!

Who wants chocolate?

No, get into the car first.

And not with your feet...

Forget about that pain in the ass.

Pull your hand away.

Are you still waiting for Dennis?

I told you he cancelled.

Cancelled what?
You didn't tell me anything.

Maybe I forgot to tell you. Sorry.
- You're doing it on purpose.

That 77 goes to parking 3.

Gisberts, asshole.
You're more air than muscle.

Go on!

Stop playing with your dick
while there's a war starting!

A bit faster, men!

So make sure you're always covered.

Change observation point
every 5 minutes.

In case of a nuclear attack,
ascend to 6,000 feet...

and go to emergency aviation
point Delta.

Our NATO reconnaissance flight
Mixed Swimming...

intends to collect intel about
the enemy, the Russians...

who are facing us in large numbers.

Our pilots will follow the instructions
of the American observers.

And not the other way around.

Our aim is to prevent unnoticed entry
by the enemy, the Russians.

All clear? Any questions?

Good luck and go.

Gisberts, no funny stuff
this time.

Report to me afterwards.

Ok, Pete.

From behind... and away.

Can't Madelon make it again?
- She's still ill.

I'll take over from her. If I can.

Ok, guys, we're finished.

Can I go see her?

See you tomorrow.
- See you.

I think she's not ill at all.

She just didn't feel like it.

It's not that bad, is it?

You've still got me.

Sorry, I don't want to anymore.

Was that her?

But I'm good enough for
one evening.

Hi, Dennis.

I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong
impression, but leave me alone.

What did you say?

The Russians!

Just tell them what the children did.
They'll understand.

Never mind. Open the gate.

Out of the way, guys.

Hurry up! Go!

I have to go.

Lock them up in their rooms.
Have they gone mad?

I'm not getting involved again.
It's your turn.

I have to go to the base.

We should have sent them to boarding
school years ago.

I'll talk to them tonight.
- As if that helps.

I'm on my own all day long.

Boys, get dressed.

Now!

Alright then.

There.

Very nice coming home like this.

After I've worked my ass off
for you.

Anyway.

Your mother asked me to find out
why you've behaved the way you do...

for the past couple of years.

And why you've tried to kill us
this morning.

So speak. I'm listening.

Madelon?

That means no pocket money
this week.

Thijs? Stop doing that.

Ever since you've been able
to talk...

you've been poisoning the atmosphere
in this fucking family.

Do you have to?

You interrupt me and I don't
know what you mean.

Why did you ask me...

She means that your language
sucks balls.

Can you stop...

Can I finish this conversation?

Outside. Come on, go.

Go!

That's what happens when you
chase the nanny away.

I'll deduct the damage to the flower
bed from your pocket money.

So that's solved.

Now the explosion.

I'm assuming that was your work.

You're an expert at these sadistic
activities.

And you?
- Why don't you ask her?

Did I do something wrong?
- Don't be a hypocrite.

Did you have fun with Dennis?
- What's that about?

Yes, what's that about?

The explosion was aimed at me.

I couldn't know you'd
swap sides in bed.

So you were after me.
Great.

As if it's less bad when
it's aimed at me.

What does this Dennis...
- You two can sort it out.

We're not finished with you.

If you keep this up, I'll ask Thijs
to place a land mine under your bed.

You've been warned.
- Damn, my money!

Give me my money.

We can't let this go on.

Or is it me? What?

Didn't you tell her to stop
seeing that Dennis?

She was going to see him
again and I stopped it, that's all.

Have they gone completely
insane?

Let them fight each other
instead of us.

What were we talking about?
- Boarding school.

Boarding school.
- We can have a cookie.

It's impossible to have a normal
conversation in this house.

Let's clean this place up.

Thijs!

Aren't you supposed to be ill?

And you?
- No.

Come here.

What is it?

I have to go.
- Let's go upstairs.

Close the gate.

If you cry, you get a cookie.

Perverts.

Pervert! Slut!
In my bedroom!

Do you want a cookie too?

Wait until your father gets home.

You belong in a reform school.

You ruined my entire life,
but no more!

Keep your dirty hands off me.

Don't talk to me like that.

And clean up this mess.

Take this to your whore-hopper.

You didn't know, did you?
Don't think you're the only one.

He goes after every skirt.

Wives of army officers,
daughters of army officers...

He doesn't give a shit.

Gisberts, come to the Operation
Room.

We miss out on Operation Cruiser
again this year.

Damn!
- Yes, indeed.

I don't know how to tell the others.

I don't know if it has
anything to do with it...

but you're the oldest of the lot,
but also the lowest ranked.

I've recommended you for
a promotion twice.

The first time you ruined it by landing
your chopper in your own garden.

My son was driving around in
his mother's car.

The last time you threw your helmet down
because your daughter was sunbathing.

Naked. And we were flying over
with four choppers.

If you want to stick your dick in the
sand in private, that's up to you.

But not when it affects
my squadron.

The men don't want to fly above that
fucking forest all day long.

They want excitement, adventure,
other countries.

They want big operations while
the war hasn't started yet.

Tell me, what's wrong with
your family?

Nothing,
- No trouble?

No nothing.
- Money problems, wife ok?

I wouldn't know...
- Still on the job every day?

Just problems with the children.
Happens everywhere.

The leadership is recommending
you for a promotion.

That'll be the third time.

If things get out of hand again,
you're history.

History forever.

If it works, we'll have a Sunrock
in Germania in two months.

NATO, cruise missiles, booze,
bitches, everything.

You'll be squadron leader.

They need an old bastard for that.

So behave or your own squadron
will remove your balls.

Be careful or you're dead.

Thanks, Pete.

You can count on me.

Don't you say hello to your father?

Funny.

Danny.

I have a surprise for you.

I'm home.

Back home.

And I have another surprise
for you.

We'll have another one in a month.

Cheers.

More responsibility means more
money, new things.

Very funny.

My squadron leader's Pete.

The one that was burping during
the Christmas dinner.

The one that you hated so much.

He said that...

Bloody hell.

Who destroyed that?

Fuck, bitch!

What's going on upstairs?
- No idea.

Don't they need to eat?
- And what about that mess?

I don't need them having
dinner with us.

Great, I thought we had something
to celebrate.

Clean up your mess or you
get no food.

Now!
- Remember what Pete said.

And Thijs didn't make the mess.

Correction: I was only talking
to Madelon.

We'll need the raise for boarding
school.

Keep eating.

I'm not home.
- I'm not home.

Dennis speaking.
Can I talk to...

What idiot calls at this hour?
- Who was that?

Wrong number.

I don't owe you an explanation.
- Trudy's going to call.

What do you want with the nanny
after you've chased her away first?

Make up with her.
- You have to stop...

Is your sister prepared to
come down?

That bitch is packing.
Glad to get rid of her.

I wish she'd leave for real.
- Sit up straight.

You're not with the Romans.

I'll have her meat.
- I'll have her meat!

Thijs!

My name's Jan-Julius.
- My name's Valentijn.

I'm not going to wait any longer.

Shall I start?

Your mother told me what happened
here while I was gone.

In spite of your sister's sexual
aberrations with...

your mother's tennis teacher...

for which she should be bloody
ashamed...

she'll soon be back
if she really leaves.

And I assume we'll also continue to
enjoy your obnoxious presence.

That means that as of today...

I'll repay every attempt to
harass us.

We'll see who wins.

Don't think you'll get away with it
because you're children.

Or that I'll feel sorry for you.

Because there's nothing childish
about what you do to us.

It's pure genocide.
- Now, now.

What's that?

You know very little for your age.

Wrong again?
- You always exaggerate.

Can I have some wine too?
- Do you know what it means then?

Ok, Jan-Julius, go to bed.

Just go. Why would you care?

And leave your plate here.

I'm hungry.

Bastards.

Nice atmosphere.

Next.

You too?

Did you think we don't know
what you're up to in your room?

In that stinking hole.

Don't be a hypocrite.

You know what we're talking about.

Why do you have all those Playboys
in your room?

Aren't they yours?

How dare you?

Aren't you ashamed?

That offended look again.

And what did your mother find
between your clothes?

Also not true?

Here, what's this?

Do you spend your pocket money
on this junk?

And the way you look at your
sister's breasts.

Is that normal?

Pervert!

Asshole!

Is that what you wanted?

If you blink, you're afraid
of your father and mother.

You're afraid of your father
and mother.

Do it to me.

I'm not afraid of them.

You have to go to boarding school.

Thijs.

Fuck off.

For the alarm.

Where are you going?

Not where you're going.

Can I come along for a bit?
- Ask Dennis to come get you.

In his expensive car.

I don't want to see Dennis anymore.

God Almighty, what a noise.

If you want breakfast in bed,
give those sheets a shake.

I didn't sleep at all.
- Think she's back?

Have you used it? For your legs?

They're both gone.
They haven't slept in their beds.

Did I go too far yesterday?

Let's stick to what we agreed on.
They'll be back soon enough.

And then it starts all over again.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Nobody's going to get to me anymore.
- Not even your children.

Not my children or you.

You call the boarding school.
- Don't worry. I'll open the gate.

We'll go out for dinner.

DICK

It's getting out of hand again.

Your house belongs to the army.

They won't accept that your
mongrels ruin their stuff.

Take a few days leave.

So you can sort things out at home.

Eat more bacon and fuck a bit less.
- They're going to boarding school.

Right, let someone else solve it
when you're dick's stuck in the sand.

Thanks.

Checkpoint Charlie.

Madelon. A man.

What are you doing?
Do you want a drink?

Yes, ok.

Danny.
Welcome to Fort Knox.

Stay outside, you.

Let's pinch some candy.

Yes, let's look for it.

Cheers.
- They're going to boarding school.

Assholes!

Gotcha.

Wait until you've grown up.

Scum.

Come here, punk!

Fucking pancake!

A bill from the hardware store.

Barbed wire, nails...

Another letter. Express mail.

Your request for your two children...
your description of their behaviour...

made us decide not to
grant your request.

Our facilities are insufficient
to treat your children appropriately.

That's what we pay taxes for.

Here, supermarket. Cola, crisps,
cigarettes.

This can't go on.
- I'm not home.

Resocialisation institute

Security and independence

Surveillance and security

Isolation

Transport

Punishment
Isolation

Dennenheuvel again.
I said I didn't want it.

Who was that?
- Dennis.

Nobody else wants them.
- We just can't do that.

I've lived in a boarding school
for five years.

It says Dennenhoovel.

Wrong. Dennenheuvel.

Right, dig your own grave.
The children are suffering too.

Football.
- Yes, football.

Let's see who can kick it
the highest.

NO ACCESS
DANGER

Get it.

Thijs!

How did you end up there?

It's because of that stupid ball.
- What did you do?

Catch.

Again.
- Well done.

Jan-Julius, Valentijn, come in.
Get dressed.

Right now.

Catch.

Now!

John.

Here, catch.

Give me that ball.
- No.

Give me that ball!

Get it then.

Jerk!

Come here.

You asked for it.
- Come here.

Come here.
- Thijs!

Jan-Julius, come here.

Come here!

John, don't let them get to you.

Jan-Julius, come here.

I'll tell them anyway.
- Tell them what?

I won't say.

Jan-Julius, here.

I've got chocolate.

Here, get it.

Yes, we'll continue inside.

You have to go to Dennenheuvel.

Come here!

Damn, Dennenheuvel.

More pancakes.

Who wants this one?
- Me!

Don't fight. You get this one.

Oh, sorry.

What's wrong?

It's them.
- What, who?

Dennenheuvel.

Come, under the window.

Thanks and wrap it up.

Can I have another pancake?
- Can I have another pancake?

You should know as a pilot.

The positions of the sun and
the moon.

We could be in another country.

Scum.

Let's try this way.

I have a splitting headache.

And you thought I didn't?

Man, cut it out.

I have to get some money.

Stay here.

As security.

Can't you stop the meter?

Haven't you made enough?

Money-grubber.

I forgot the key.

I'll borrow some money from Pete.
He'll always help out.

Can't you throw in a window?
- My own window? Drive.

Madelon!

Can't you stop yawning?

Your friend kept yelling
all night.

And that crappy bed of that
scary kid.

And that terrible woman...

Yes, let's start about other
people's children.

Be happy that some people are
hospitable enough...

Tonight, I'll sleep in my own bed.

Relax. We're there.

My car. My car's gone.

Leave it up to me.
- No way.

Danny.

You always let hem get to you.

My God.

My God.

Incredible.

Go.

Darling, open the front door for mummy.
We've got no key.

Go on. Don't be afraid.

Open the front door right away!
Or else...

Open the front door now!
Open up!

Open that door!

My leg!

Aren't you ashamed?

I hate you.

To bed, boys.

I'm not going to bed.
- Yes, you are.

Jesus, these children are difficult.

Hurry up.
- I'm going to watch television.

What are you doing?
- Watch television.

Turn that stupid thing off.

Can you do the dishes?

Who, me?
- Who else?

I made the beds.

Out.

Come on, guys.
Go to sleep.

John, the base won't accept this.

Meet us at 1 o'clock tomorrow.

My men and I will pick you up
for a big moral sandwich.

Pete's helping us.
What did I tell you?

Got it.

Stuff from the airbase.
- Get it?

I'll call you.

Can I get some liquorice too?

Attention, attention.

This is Major Stewart from the
Vandenberg airbase.

You have to leave this house
immediately.

Come out as quietly as you can.

You don't have a chance.
The house is surrounded.

Think about your little brothers.
We don't want them to get hurt.

I'll get you all wet.
- Put that thing away, kid.

First give me candy.

Damn, my gun.

Give that thing to me.
It's a dangerous toy.

First chocolate.
- I don't have anymore. Look.

Here, look. All gone.

You're lying, old pervert.

Bugger off!

Gotcha!

They have weapons, idiot!
Couldn't you have told us?

Assholes!

Shall I get some food?

Do you think they'll give up?

That they'll live somewhere else
and send us money for food each month?

Sorry, guys, you were right.
Can we make up?

Thijs, here's your new moped.

Sorry Madelon, of course
Dennis can spend the night.

What would you do if your own
children kicked you out?

Would you accept that?

If I had kids, they'd know what's
allowed and what's not.

And kicking me out would
not be allowed.

And if they wouldn't like that,
they could get lost.

The same mess as here.

We don't have a say in anything.

They decide everything.

If there's a problem, boarding
school.

Get lost.

They stay.

I'm fucking starving.

The rabbit's going outside!
Quick!

The rabbit had escaped.

Madelon!

There she is.

I'm stuffed.

Thanks, Dennis.

That was very kind of you. Bye.

Will you walk Dennis to the door?

Well...

Stay here, Dennis.

The hours of tenderness have passed
Or does she still love me?

I'd like to stay with you
I'll give you what you need

Friendship and loyalty
I only think of you

You're the queen of all my dreams

Do you really not love me anymore?

Madelon, he's leaving.

Are you letting him leave?
He's crazy about you.

I'll leave and I'll see
how things go

Since you don't want me anymore

My friends say it will get better

But I keep feeling that pain

Oh, please

I love her so much

A fairy tale can't end like this

Do you really not love me anymore?

Dennis, thanks a lot.

The hours of tenderness have passed

We used to love each other

It could have been so beautiful

Maybe it wasn't enough
and you wanted more

I keep having that doubt

A heavy fog comes over my heart

She really doesn't love me anymore

Ice-cream cake.

Hello, is that you Thijs?

My turn.
- Who's that?

Hello, this is the DJ talking.

I can hear you.
- This is the DJ talking.

Hello Julius, this is mummy.

How are you, darling?

Don't you miss me a bit?

Shall we have fries and croquettes
tomorrow?

We had cake with whipped cream.

Are you going to bed on time?

Dennis lets me stay up really late.

What did you say?

Is Dennis with you?

Call Madelon right away.

Jan-Julius!
- They're screwing in your room.

What did you say?
- Now it's my turn.

John.

Daddy, are you coming?

Child, child.
- Daddy!

Bloody children. I hate you!

Bloody children, I'll kill you!

You're going to bed.
- No!

Quiet.
- What's wrong?

Now it's my turn again.
- No, you're going to bed.

Dennis said I could stay up late.

Easy for him to say when
he's not here.

Can I play hide-and-seek one more time?
- Ok, but then you'll go to bed.

And only downstairs or it will
take too long.

We don't want to wake up Valentijn.

You count. Don't look.
- No.

2, 4, 8, 30, 50...
- Not yet.

51, 52, 53... 60.

I'm coming!

I can hear you.

Where are you?

Thijs.

I've got you.

I've found you.

I saw you.

Damn, Jan-Julius.

Go! Madelon!

Go upstairs.

I'll get you.

Are there any children here?

Come downstairs.

Time for dinner.

Where are you?

Am I getting close?

Yes, I'm getting closer.

Now I've got you.

Now I'm getting very close.

I can smell you.

Now I've got you.

You can't hide there. Open up.

I'm getting close again.

I've got you!

Let me drive.
- Keep your hands off!

What's this?
- I'm too drunk, jerk.

Damn.

Wear this.

Your left headlight's not working.

Ok, thanks.

Ok, drive.

Damn, John, a truck!

Madelon married a Pan Am pilot.
She has 3 children and lives in Italy.

One of the children looks surprisingly
like the local mechanic.

Thijs died in a motor race last year,
when the sausage dog...

of his girlfriend crossed
the road.

Jan-Julius is a bank director.
He has 5 children, all sons.

Valentijn is a painter. He hopes
to create his first painting one day.

He does not know how many
children he has.

Nothing was ever heard again
of the parents.