All language subtitles for De ratelrat.1987.DVDRIP

Once upon a time, there was a country
that was well organised.

The country was so neat and proper
that some people couldn't stand it.

For the police, it was a great time,
because there was no crime.

Well, that changed after the war.

214 to the Munt for a code 3.
-313, traffic control, please report.

THE RATTLE-RAT

Code 7.
It's going to take a while.

Good luck, 313.
Over and out.

212 here.
We're having a coffee.

212, please bring us 2
short cakes... no 3.

3 cakes, understood.
Over and out.

We have to be careful with it.
-I wouldn't mind if it retired.

Why don't we get a new car?
-Cutbacks.

One signature and it's arranged.

Look at that.

717, code 12 in the Beethovenstraat.

After them?
-No.

No?
-No.

Beethovenstraat. Hurry.

Illegal possession of arms, inspector.
-Oh come on.

Well, do something.
Call the police.

She's getting enough of it.
-Of you?

I'm never home for dinner.
Always working.

She shouldn't have married a policeman.
-Easy for you to say.

Besides, she can't even cook.
-Do you want to get rid of her?

No, I don't.
I can't do without her.

Take her to Tahiti for a month.

She yells at me, all day.
Away together, she'll like that.

Are you on duty?
-We're free.

Accident on a junkie boat.
-Kids starting a fire.

Fire, fire!

Cardozo, senior police officer.
-Hold on.

Harbour police.

Where did you see the fire?
-I was standing there.

And I saw it there.

It was smoking like crazy.

I had to work.
-And my work's done.

Yes.
-Idiot! You're selfish!

Yes. No. Not at all.
Where did you get that idea?

No sluts. There are no...

Where did you sleep last night?
-Just with the two of us.

I just can't win.
What? Me with De Gier?

She's crazy.

You should have thought of that earlier.
-People change.

Don't answer it.

Could be the station.

Doesn't have to be murder.
-Could also be self-cremation.

No, this man was shot to death.

Clothes, shoes?

Yes, but we'll never know
what type.

Found any bullets? Shells?

In through the back of the head,
out through the eye socket.

Small calibre.
-Anything else?

Always in a hurry.

A man, around 50. 1 meter 70 if
he walked straight, but he didn't.

Look. A farmer, digger. Guesswork.
Give me more complete cases.

Teeth?

Gold, a few bridges.

We have no dentist here.
Too many cutbacks.

And that container?
-An ORL, can't you read?

Judo teaches you self-control.
I'm very good at judo.

The only thing he still had on him.
The remains of his pen.

If I hadn't been here, you
just would have put them there.

I got the pictures of us for you.
-Do you need to get rid of them?

Urgently.
-Frans?

And father.

Colleague, could you do me a favour?
-No.

Hey, shoes off.

Today we'll deal with the sudden,
unexpected attack.

Please pay attention
and my colleague will suddenly...

Like this?
-Yes.

Yes, I'll let you go.
-Please.

If I can find the key.

Does anybody have a handcuff key?
-No.

Hey.

Anything else I can do?
-No, get lost.

Hello, Sjaan.

She says you're very bad.
-I never dated her.

No, but you took her out for dinner
and you made her pay for herself.

Are we going to do some work?
-You can choose: the teeth or the ORL.

I don't care.

Heads is the ORL.

The ORL is for you.
You'll never figure it out.

Piece of cake.
-Teeth always go faster.

Just wait.

My work, inspector. The very best.
-Who did those teeth belong to?

I wouldn't know.
-Why not?

The computer's being serviced.
It'll be back tomorrow.

That's what you're working for.

I fix up their mouths,
but they're not careful about them.

What did it cost?
-A lot.

Would you mind having a look
at my mouth?

Close your mouth again.

Can it be fixed?
-With your salary?

A digger with 30,000 in his mouth.
-Who?

We don't know yet.

The dentist recognizes his own work.
He has all his patients in his computer.

The computer's being serviced.
It'll be back tomorrow.

Good work, inspector.

Anything from De Gier?
-I went to some watch shops.

Watch shops.
-And number 5 was bingo.

He gives these pens to customers
who buy expensive watches.

One of his customers was
Douwe Scherjoen.

Nonsense. Tomorrow, when that
computer works again...

...the patient's name will
also be Douwe Scherjoen.

Scherjoen's a cattle farmer from
Friesland, walks with a stoop and...

...has a lot of gold in his mouth.

A bunch of coincidences.
-Ok, I'll shut up then.

Friesland. I'm Frisian myself.
Born in Joure.

Me too.
My parents are from Harlingen.

Interesting.

Yes.

Scherjoen lived in Dingjum.
What a name, Dingjum.

No, that's not true at all.

I called and Mrs Scherjoen said
he went on a business trip.

I didn't walk out,
I was kicked out.

Excuse me.

Well... to Thingie... jum.

Did De Gier come up with something?
-Yes, a trail to Friesland.

Our car broke down.
-There's a new car in the court.

Brand new, inspector.
-Your new car?

Provided you don't let De Gier drive.

This is a nice car.
How fast are we going?

120.
-Can it go 200 too?

And faster.
-I don't believe that.

Do you believe it now?
-Is that dial working?

I can't hear the engine.
Step on it a bit.

Happy?

Tell me... what are we going to do
at Scherjoen's place in Dingjum?

Do you hear that?

What a bike.
Check out how fast it goes.

Hello, sergeant Hilarius.

Call me Hylkje.
What's the rush?

We're going to Dingjum for a murder.
It's urgent.

In our area?
-No, but the corpse lived in Dingjum.

We're on a fresh trail.
-Traffic's stuck on the dyke.

Can't you get us through?

7017, over.

Fine that car and
go to the start of the traffic jam.

Make some room please.
-Hurry.

Not that much of a hurry!

I'm afraid of heights.

I have to keep going.

I'll see you again.
-Yes?

Foot-and-mouth disease.
Your entire area's infected.

We don't want that problem in Friesland.
We're checking everything.

Douwe Scherjoen?
-Yes, lieutenant.

Do you know Douwe?
-Do you?

My wife knows Douwe's wife.

Our Douwe's dead?
-We thought so.

Dead or not dead?
-Dead.

They can have the scabber.
Douwe's a rotter.

Who can have him?
-The darned devils.

Ah, them.

Douwe's a herecomer.
I was just about to sheen him.

Mrs Sudema, what on earth
are you saying?

That Douwe's a bad person.
I won't miss him.

Mem's free now.
-Mem?

And was the tax department after him?
-Those creeps rip everybody of.

Indeed.
-Taxes... we always pay for Holland.

You steal everything.
What does a tomato cost these days?

No, I trade mine.
My profit stays here.

Douwe's sheep?
Was he a sheep farmer?

Sheep salesman.
He used to sell cows.

But cows can be identified.
Sheep are too similar.

His wife, Mem.
-Does she have to rake that herself?

She's his wife, maid, gardener and
what not. Douwe was very stingy.

But if she did everything,
she'll know everything.

Hello.
-Hello.

Do you have news?
Is Douwe dead?

Maybe.
-He's dead.

The devil have his soul.

They've been confiscated.
They're going to narcotics.

Here as well.

Tax inspectors were after him.
They asked me about him.

If we from the aliens police knew
anything about Scherjoen and Turks.

We didn't know anything.
-Is that all?

Apparently, he sold sheep to Turkey.
Black.

Sheep can't be described.
-No, they're too similar.

We don't know anything about Turks.
Only about Chinese.

Now what?
-Just keep looking.

Wasn't Scherjoen killed in Amsterdam?
-The cause lies here.

We're staying on the boat for a while.
Doctor says I have to take it easy.

You can look after our house.

You absolutely had to have chicory.
Do you know how much it costs?

I'll have it tomorrow.
-I'm cooking it today.

Are you in pain again?
-Yes.

The weather's going to change.
-Is it that bad?

Lieve, detective room.

Lieve?
-Sir.

Detective room, understood?
-Your order's not complete.

Yes, my order's complete.
-No, you didn't say 'please'.

I'll wait a bit.
'Please' is normal these days.

I gave an order. I don't
always have to say 'please', Miss.

You can call me by my first name.
-Is that also normal these days?

Please.

Detective room.
-Is detective Bokma there?

He went to the Costa del Sol, sir.
Accumulated holidays.

Do we have any other Frisian detectives?
-I wouldn't know.

Did you ask the computer?

Please look up Jelle Troelstra in the
directory. Owns a bar. Please.

You already said that.
Once is enough.

During the war, you shot a Russian
prisoner of war, from behind.

I had no choice.
The Russian never knew.

He was talking to a tree
and suddenly he fell.

He was crazy.
Suddenly he started singing loudly.

It was a dangerous area.
He was giving away our position.

Douwe Scherjoen was also
shot from behind.

So it became fashionable after all.

I'd like to know a bit more
about this Douwe Scherjoen.

He never came here.
Do you know the name?

I've heard it.
-But he never came here.

No, but you hear things
from others.

I may be a traitor, but I'm no snitch.

I'd better pay.
-No, it's alright.

You let me live back then.

Douwe Scherjoen.
-I can't help you with that.

What can you help me with?

Do you see those two?
-Frits and Arie.

They want to rob the Leeuwarden
cattle market.

The two of them?
-Farmers pay cash for cattle.

They've never heard of money transfer.
Frisians don't pay taxes.

Thanks.
-No money.

How old were you when
you left Harlingen?

My parents are from Harlingen.
I've never been there myself.

I don't remember Friesland
that well either.

But I'm familiar with the atmosphere,
the landscape, even the language.

Like in a dream.
-Let's keep going.

The other day I dreamt that
my mother was walking ahead of me.

I ran after her.

All the doors closed behind her
and when I opened them...

...she was gone.

We're not wasting our time here,
inspector.

Let them go. We'll meet them
when they rob the cattle market.

With a rifle, you have to pull
the bolt each time.

A gun's faster.

We used to live near a sawmill.

Lots of noise.
We were shooting away.

Is this your Luger?
-My father got it from the resistance.

He didn't turn it in?
That was compulsory after the war.

Many things were compulsory.
-Your husband wasn't in the resistance?

Not in the beginning,
but he joined in the last year.

That's when he became brave.
-Not particularly, no.

Douwe was not a good person.

I'll still miss him.
I loved him.

Douwe couldn't believe it.
-Does that make you sad?

A bit, yes.
-A bit.

Did you want to punish him?
-Oh, no.

I only want to fix what Douwe did wrong.
But he was always so busy.

But now that I have Douwe's money...
-Money?

Gold.

It must be in the house somewhere.

Douwe would always wait until I went to
bed and then he'd hide it.

Gold?

Beautiful, isn't it?

Devout books.
Of my ancestors.

Bibles, things like that.
-Bibles?

It's so high,
it makes me dizzy.

Aha.
-Aha?

The things we find in books these days.
Must be in fashion.

To make things even easier for burglars.
Everything goes in.

Money, guns, dirty pictures.

And sheets of gold.

And these are my heirlooms.

You should talk to your accountant.

But if I exchanged the gold
for cash, in Switzerland...

...would they find out?
-If you do it carefully, they won't.

Such a dear woman.
Why are you sulking?

She's entitled to a little pension.

Something's wrong.
-Too high taxes.

Scherjoen might not have become so mean
if he could have kept a bit more.

I don't know what,
but something's wrong.

All the roads are blocked.

We'll get squads from Maastricht
and Den Bosch.

Our detectives will dress up as farmers.
I'll head the operation from the market.

We'll also get a psychologist
to profile Frits and Arie.

To what?

To profile them.
To study the behaviour of the suspects.

Ever heard of unemployment?
If you can give work to 100 people...

Colleague.

Those Frisian farmers do
anything they want.

Has this car been here long?
-They use poisons and hormones...

...and then they park their car
in front of my door for days.

Police.
Can I call a tow truck?

No, I'm against the phone.

We've got his car.
-Also on the Scherjoen case?

I want noodles, no cognac.
-Cognac on the house.

Good guys.
I can vouch for the lot of them.

They should stop losing their papers.
I help them with the forms.

But I heard things about the owner
of the restaurant.

Triad boss, heroin, police bribes.

Better stay away from that.

Fine restaurant.
You've got to eat somewhere.

And it's cheap here.

Gutentag.

Left or right?
-Did you see a couple of Chinese guys?

They went that way.
For a haircut and a shave.

Untie me? Help me.

You're doing just fine.

Twice unlawful detention,
twice possession of firearms.

Twice no papers.
On my night off too.

And twice heroin.

A drink after work, sergeant?

You finish the paperwork.
I'm off to Friesland tomorrow.

To Friesland?
-Grijpstra's there.

Fight with his wife.
I'll go there on bike.

On bike?
-Over the dyke.

By bike over the dyke?
-Yes, bike.

That'll take him all day.
Why would he do that?

I'll give Grijpstra a call.

Grijpstra.
By bike?

Over the dyke?

Keep going!

I drove past and saw
all these dead guys.

I don't know either.

They're all dead, captain.

A massacre.

Aren't there any witnesses?
Why are they all dead?

Keep going.
Make them keep going.

I just wanted to eat an apple.

We're not allowed to declare them dead,
but they are dead.

Arrest the whole lot.
Everybody.

Second round.
Hylkje knows what she's doing.

Are we even in a hurry?
-I think well when I drive fast.

The Chinese thought you had
heroin in there.

210.
A shame that the dyke ends.

I'm going to keep up with her.
-Careful!

130, not bad.

Heroin is controlled by two
triads in the Netherlands.

Hong Kong and Singapore.

And those two are at war.
-Shall we park?

Close your eyes
if you can't handle it.

They thought a cop was returning the
confiscated drugs.

This car holds the road well.

No, no!

And that's why you ended up in a war
between Chinese.

I just wanted to...
-...eat an apple, yes.

You're going way too fast,
inspector.

I have to keep up with Hylkje.
We don't want to lose her.

Hi.

Sorry, problems.

Isn't the lieutenant in?
-No, he went crying to the neighbour.

I don't mind that he does.
Or she.

Those two can do what they want.

Marital problems?
-The other day all was fine.

Sure, but now Sjoerd's
looking for consolation.

Because he can't kill himself.
I have his gun.

Give it to me.

I started it.
I know that.

But it's no longer sinful.
Sjoerd's old-fashioned.

I'm not.
I know how things are these days.

You went to bed with a man.
-Not to bed.

The bed belongs to Sjoerd.
I won't do it there.

I did it there.

Look.
It's wide enough.

You can sit on it comfortably.
Sjoerd hated that too.

You told your husband all the details?
-That's what he wanted.

If I'd admit it,
he'd understand.

Everything would be good
between us again.

Are you drunk, Sjoerd?
-Yes, and stupid too.

De Gier, colleague from Amsterdam.
-Hello, sir.

That scabber of yours is not
setting foot in here anymore.

But you're a Christian, Sjoerd.
What about the other cheek?

You have two cheeks, but only one...

You've only got one of those.
Blasphemy, Gyske!

I'll wreck this entire cupboard.

Go have a sleep.
-Yes.

What's that smell?
-I'm frying really fresh tomatoes.

Put that animal down.
Do you want to make us sick?

Can you hold him?
I'll feed him cheese. Here.

Here's some cheese, Eddie.
-Who'd keep a rat?

I have a puss.
-Disappointed?

You wanted to see me weak.

Men are weak.
I've known that for a long time.

Why don't I hear
from you at all?

How do you know I'm here?
Women?

There are no...
I'm here...

To solve a murder, yes.

You know what I call that?
A sex holiday!

I'm in a meeting and
I'm hanging up now.

That's how it goes with his wife.
Never marry.

If only you were married.
Then you'd go away again.

No hassle, I mean.
-Can we keep it civil?

It's not my fault I'm not married.
-Single men are such whiners.

Married men have to go home.
That solves my problem.

Who's whining here?
Did I ask you to marry me?

Dick.

We're closed.
-Open up again then.

Hello, Hylkje.

Hello.
What's your name again?

He can't drive.
-We'll drop him off at a motel.

A drunk like that?
-They won't accept him.

I like you.

You have to go to Ameland tomorrow,
to swap tomatoes with my nephew.

My nephew's with the police.

There's a deserter on Ameland.
You have to talk to him.

Dear?
-Darling.

The bar's closing.
Are you coming?

You don't have to come.
-I'll take you to her house.

Have you got any booze?
-A cupboard full.

That's where they did it.
In the cupboard.

My nephew's with the police.
Sergeant Sudema.

Remember to ask him about
the deserter.

And about the copper trade.

He'll rape you.
-Really? Promise?

Are you coming, darling?
-You can go home.

So much hassle.
Tomorrow.

Will you help me undress?
-I don't know how suspenders work.

Then I'll keep my clothes on.

Are you still awake?

That rat was whining,
so I took it out of its cage.

He's walking around somewhere.

Well, pick it up.
-No, his feet tickle.

Eddie?
-Yes, that animal's not normal.

What about yourself?
-The rattling's driving me nuts.

Sissy.
-Rats don't rattle.

Any luck in love?
-Did you do anything?

I've been thinking.
I'm starting tomorrow.

I'm going to Ameland.
To forage.

A day out?
-I'm out of everything.

Keep it that way. You're not
a Frisian. You don't understand.

That's right.

Hi. Sudema, nephew of Sudema.
-De Gier.

From your uncle.
-Thanks.

Undersized sole.
Fishermen give it to me.

Take it.
-Is that allowed?

You just have to keep your mouth
shut about it.

The deserter's home.
He doesn't show his face anymore.

Can't you arrest him?
-We?

The police... bothering
a military man?

Excuse me.

We're good colleagues,
but we don't interfere.

Interfering is another matter.

Why do you want him?
-We're looking for Scherjoen's murderer.

Did the deserter kill Scherjoen?

No, but there could be a connection.
-Oh, good.

I'll ring his doorbell.
He might leave through the backdoor.

I'll cover the back.
-Yes, you could do that.

Hey, hello.

That was him.
A pity.

Now he's gone.
-It's an island.

Hurt yourself?
-I pulled a muscle.

Fight?
-Let's have a drink.

Plain-clothes military police?
-Amsterdam city police.

We have nothing to do with the army.
-I hope you're not taking me for a ride.

Get up early, do nothing all day.

Pull an airplane to another spot.
All for nothing.

"Did you pull that plane over here?
Pull it back."

That's how it goes.

What you should do is easy...

Make sure they don't get me.
-Exactly, you'd be in trouble.

Go to your superior
and you report yourself.

They'll court-martial me.
-No way, they'll declare you unfit.

Why?

Because you don't want to fit in.
That means you're crazy.

Are you crazy too?

Found on the beach?
-The air force drops it.

Copper's expensive,
so we collect it.

And you sold it to Scherjoen and
lieutenant Sudema saw you with him.

Yes, but I didn't sell it.

Scherjoen didn't want to pay?
-I didn't take his money.

The bastard wanted more.
Copper was only the beginning.

That's not how I make my money.
-What did Scherjoen want?

I had no respect for him.

But you do respect stealing copper.

Copper's just laying around. But I won't
pick up packages from the ocean.

Picking up packages from the ocean?
-I didn't do it.

What would be in those packages?

Where was the ship from?
-Scherjoen didn't say.

And when would the ship be here?
-How would I know? I didn't do it.

You're so sweet, so soft.
-Me? Are you crazy?

I'm a hard, tough man.
-That's another matter.

Can I sleep now?
-And you're a good cook too.

I don't hate anything about you.
Will it stay that way?

I'm already very busy.
I have to look after the chief.

Grijpstra's a nag...
play the flute...

...water the plants...
cat...

You're a dear.

Sit up straight.
You're also getting cognac.

Homy?
-Thank God, no.

I like your lips.
-Let's kiss.

Maybe I don't understand men.
-And I don't understand women.

And if I did,
where would be the fun?

What are you doing?
-It's an African spell.

If I blow in your belly button,
you'll always be mine.

Don't do it.
-Yes.

Why did you erase the triangle first?
-To break the spell.

Don't you want me to always be yours?
-Do me a favour.

What would we do?
-I don't know.

Oh, it's you.
Was the sex satisfying?

How's your research going?
-I don't have to tell you anything.

You're only holidaying here.
I'm doing the research.

Wife and children alright?
-I don't need to tell you anything.

I only want to say that my research
is making progress.

Careful, careful.

Drink?
-For the fright?

Because it's drink time.

That's looking good.

If I sell the cow for a half,
I have a quarter million to spend.

And we don't transfer money here.

That's good for you there.

By the way, all the cattle goes to you.

You have foot-and-mouth disease.
You've not been careful.

We don't mind.
We'll bring new cattle.

Since when do you wear that?
-That's how we recognize each other.

They're about to come in.
Armed.

They can do anything and
we have to be careful.

It's way too crowded to use firearms.
We'll let them escape.

We know who they are.
We'll get them later.

Sit down!

Put the knife away.

Walk, missie.
-One moment.

Do you want a bullet in her head?
-Put that uzi on the ground.

Trying to make me nervous?
It's you or me.

Me or you.

I've got nothing to lose.
Think of your wife and children.

I'm counting. 1...

You asked for it asshole.
-2...

Lay it down.
Don't drop it.

Come on.

Don't shoot.
I know you. We'll get you later.

Come on.

How long have I been unconscious?

The doctor said you were asleep.

He thought you were overworked.

I'll never get used to it.
Never, never.

Come on.
You were very tired.

A whole night with that Hylkje.

I'm still tired.

Rinus? Are you secretly doing
my research?

Maybe Frits knew.
But you killed him, didn�t you?

And what was the fight between
your boss and the Chinese?

I don't know, but Scherjoen
had a disagreement.

With him there.

You're a GP?
-And you're a policeman?

We're looking for the boss of the joint,
the triad boss.

I thought as much.
Things got too hot here for my uncle.

You speak Dutch well.
-I was born here.

I was expecting you.

This was given to my uncle by
a police inspector.

I was supposed to give it to him
when he'd come for it.

I didn�t think you'd come
with this many.

The Chinese have got you cornered.

Heroin in exchange for
residency permits.

If only I didn't have that damned
pain in my face.

Are you going to arrest me
for corruption?

No, this is a case for national police.

What have I come to? But I had
to do something about the pain.

Corruption...

Anyway... what was the story
with Scherjoen?

Did the Chinese have to get rid of him?

Scherjoen was getting heroin
from Turkey.

He was interfering with the business
of the Chinese.

And then the Chinese
wanted him dead.

They wanted to have a word with him.
I did it for them.

I asked you to come
because I have something to tell you.

Because...

I was almost caught by his bodyguards.

He shot.
I shot back.

First in his shoulder. Then a final shot
through the back of his head.

I can't believe
I'm telling you all this.

You're a good detective.

That would make it even worse.
-Can it get any worse?

I won't bother you.
-You won't tell?

Me? No.

I'm just curious to know
exactly what happened.

Not that you'll ever find out.

But it's worth a try.
-You won't find out.

We still have to go on.
-Everything has to go on.

But God will damn me.

God?

And now what?
-We keep on working.

And we arrest murderers... or not.
-Between us.

Are you sleeping?
-I'm thinking.

Thinking about us?
-Not right now.

Well, start then.

What can I think about us?
You're a modern woman. No commitments.

I'd like to have your baby.

Deal.