Original subtitles

Hey, Dad. Father.

Get over to the side?

I got to get to work.

Bastard!

I need an advance on next month, Dad.

- You spent your paycheck? - Naturally.

- Thanks, Dad. - Yeah.

- Bye, Mom. - Bye, dear.

What's so funny?

Come on.

- Thanks, Dad. - Okay.

Champion Gerrit Witkamp and his wife leave his mansion...

grabs his Japanese bike and blah, blah, blah.

- Guys, does it sound all right? - Perfect. Couldn't be better.

Okay, then let's get started.

As soon as he comes outside, act it up a little, will you?

- Okay. All right. We'll do it. - Four, three, two, one.

Come on.

Here he comes now. Gerrit Witkamp, our National Motocross champion...

and his lovely wife are leaving their mansion in the suburbs.

Camera 2, come in.

- Good morning, Gerrit. Hello, Hilde. - Hi.

They tell me you're a dentist.

Is it true, or did you start that rumor?

It's the truth. Graduated in Utrecht.

You haven't been practicing lately.

You never lose the knack.

- Want a demonstration? - Yeah, great idea.

A demonstration by a dentist who's almost World Motocross Champion. Who's game?

- Eef's got a graveyard in there. - My teeth suit me fine.

Open your mouth.

Open it!

You ought to treat those molars.

Drop in one day. I won't charge you.

Now, viewers, I'd like to introduce you to a few of Gerrit's fans.

First, we have here... What's your name?

Eef Dewitt, car mechanic, 19.

- And you? - Rien, 20, carpenter.

- Right. And you? - My name is Hans.

Twenty, also a carpenter.

And now, guys, what do we say all together? Gerrit Witkamp, world champion!

Witkamp!

What do you think of this enthusiasm from your fans?

Fantastic. Guess I'll really have to try and win tomorrow.

You heard it here first. Gerrit'll be the new champion.

One last question. What makes a person into a champion?

Gerrit has fantastic equipment, all from Japan. The best of the best.

It's not the equipment that counts, it's the guy.

It's the person that matters in sports.

Right. I ride old junk, but I'll win tomorrow morning.

- Do you race, too? - Yeah, amateur.

- That'll change soon. - He's won a few races already.

You hear? You're going to have competition. You know that boy?

Sure do. Rien Hartman.

Has he got talent?

- Rien? - Yeah.

He's got plenty of talent. Real star quality.

And me, Gerrit? I ride, too.

I want to ask you something.

Do you think champions help the growth of sports?

Sure, because without champions, there's no show, no drama.

Like in the movies. You pay your money to see the star.

Thanks a lot for the interview. I'll see you.

Hey, guys, let's get out of here!

Hi, my dear.

Hey. Where have you been?

I still need to fix my bike. I need a drop cloth.

Behind you.

Oh, yeah.

Will I see you again tonight?

Sure, my parents went camping.

So the place is all yours.

- I'm going to pay. - Okay, I'll come right away.

Is that it?

Oh, and some candies.

Okay. That's 24.50 guilders.

You can keep those 2 quarters, my dear.

Oh, that's nice of you.

You're so smart!

- I caught you! - Oh, shut up, I brought them from home.

With our prices on them?

Yes.

I'll pay for them.

Thank you.

You'd better watch out, you know.

My balls hurt.

Okay, catch this!

This comes from my old man's place. This comes from Maya's. She never notices anything.

And here is Blondie from the album Parallel Lines.

Here is One Way or Another.

- Hi. - Hello.

I wanted to put gas in the scooter.

Shall I put it in here?

- Fill it up? - That's what I came here for, yes.

Can I help you with something else?

I'd like a coupon.

Oh, a coupon.

A coupon.

Hey, guys. Watch this.

Hello.

Here you go.

Son of a bitch!

She's flat as a board.

I think mine are bigger.

Next time, bring you big sister with you!

You bastards!

Girls...

Thanks.

Next.

Hey, that one's gross. There still some dirt on it.

- It doesn't matter, just a bit of dirt. - Yeah, but Gerrit doesn't know.

He has a mechanic, you know.

Some dim; lap.

But he can fix a bike with his eyes closed.

- Yeah, well, I can do that as well. - Yeah, right!

- You wanna bet? - Okay.

25 guilders.

Okay-

You can start now.

Nut.

Bolt.

Cover.

"Nice, cool, Heineken!"

25 guilders.

Hey, Rien.

- What's up? - Nice piece of ass.

Who, that black bitch?

They say they're the greatest, right?

- What? - Never mind.

Do you want to dance?

With you, honey? I've got better things to do.

What a shit!

Hi.

- Would you like a drink? - Yeah.

- Chocolate milk? - A beer.

Rien! I bet she's going to be easy!

- That girl's totally hooked on sex. - Me, too.

He's making his move now.

- Lovely soft skin. - Please don't.

- Why not? - I really don't enjoy it.

You will.

Hey, Eef.

Jesus!

And now the disco dancing contest of the evening.

Five absolutely brand new LPs for him or her...

or the couple with the hottest footwork.

Now you know how to cut the mustard, Hans.

Nice finger-work, Hans.

Did you get a nice feel?

- Here, have a whiff. - Nice and juicy.

Go on out there and dance. Do your stuff.

- Go on. - No. Cut it out.

Win yourself some LPs.

Disco!

Beautiful.

And now, guys and dolls, here's another John Travolta.

Fantastic!

And now here's his competitor, the Black Pearl...

and there's no way you'll beat him tonight, Eef boy.

The Black Pearl is tonight's...

King of the Disco, a five-record winner.

Here is Iggy Pop-

- Get a move on. - Cool it, will you?

Or I'll knock your block off.

Eef, why don't you join them?

Jesus saves!

Come on.

Like a chainsaw.

Let's go.

Showtime!

Like watermelons.

No! Stupid jerk.

- Fucking fags! - Queers just make me sick.

- Fucking pansies! - Right into his balls!

- Do it! - Motherfuckers!

- I guess the little boys are happy with this? - Let's have some fun.

Come on, give it gas!

Are you guys crazy?

- Catch them. - Okay, I'll do it!

Are you scared?

Lipstick. Come on, lipstick.

Here. Here.

We'll put make-up on you.

A blowjob mouth.

We recognize you better like this. Dirty faggot.

I tied his shoelaces together.

I really wanted to fuck him.

Okay, guys, the end of the line. All out.

- What's the rush? The night's young yet. - Already?

Okay, what's the scoop?

There's nobody home tonight. My folks are out of town. See you.

Lucky bum.

That's really great organization.

I wish my folks were out of town, but they never leave home.

Listen, couldn't we come in, too?

Where would you do it? On the bar, I guess.

Forget it. See you tomorrow.

Those jerks. They wanted to come in, too.

I'm sorry for them. They have nowhere to go.

- They have plenty of fields out there. - A bit itchy for me.

- Shall we lie down? - Upstairs?

Come on.

No! Not in my room! My parents' bed. It's bigger.

Watch out for the bedspread!

Move, will you?

What's that? Read it to me.

"Dear Rien. Don't keep Maya out too late tonight.

"Otherwise her mother will worry. Father."

What a real sweetie your father is.

He's the best. A great guy.

Goodbye, girls.

- Look how high we are. - Not so high, please.

- See you around, angel! - Stop!

You'll be all right.

- Get us down. Don't be stupid. - Stop!

Go into the building there.

- Where? - Behind you. See you inside.

Be careful. It's spooky!

Through there, that window.

Give me a push.

Come on.

Give me a hand. Come on.

- How do you like our new love nest? - Real cozy.

What are you staring at?

Go find your own spot.

Come on. We'll go around this corner.

Boy, I think I've had too much to drink.

It doesn't matter.

Hey, wait.

What is it?

HUS! got my period.

Jesus. You could have told me sooner.

It started a minute ago.

That's nice.

It just won't go in.

It's as limp as a noodle.

Shit.

My arm is getting tired.

It's like a snail.

I must have drank too much.

I'm sorry.

But if Annette hears that we didn't do it tonight, I'll look real silly.

She doesn't have to know, does she? Just act as if.

What am I supposed to do?

Start panting, just like in the movies.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Like this? - Yeah.

Harder.

Yeah.

More!

- Eef? - Yeah?

- Finished? - Yeah. I just have to clean myself up.

Come on, let's go.

Wasn't bad, huh?

She really needed it, I tell you.

Come on. Hey, that was great!

Wait for me, Eef.

- You finally made it. - Hi.

Hi.

Hold it. I'm going with Eef.

- Let me go today. - No, you always ride with Hans.

- On that rotten bike? It's always breaking down. - So what?

Yeah? It started fine this morning.

Okay, let's get going.

Yeah.

Damn it! Bastard! You said it was okay!

You fixed it, didn't you?

Cool it. Could happen to anybody.

Will all the 125cc riders take their places?

- All riders to the starting line. - They're starting!

What are you standing around for? Jerk!

Will you buzz off?

- Okay. - It's conked out.

- What? - Be careful, Rien.

It won't start.

I want to win. I'll go ahead.

Yeah, what about me?

You bastard!

You're supposed to be a great mechanic. Fix it!

Will you shut up? Stop bugging me!

Know what your problem is? The booze makes your hands shake.

Is that right? You can shove it. Fix it yourself!

Bastard!

Move it!

Move!

Come on, out of the way!

Ladies and gentlemen, we are now ready for the 125cc race.

This is for the up-and-coming young riders.

They're coming up to the starting gate.

We have a terrific lineup here today.

The favorites are number 12, that's Peter Hamilton...

number 8 is Rien Hartman.

They're very focused, ladies and gentlemen, because it's a very important race.

We have a late entry. Joining the field...

number 21, Hans Black.

Hurry up, fella, the race isn't going to wait for you.

All right now, ladies and gentlemen, the great moment has come.

Attention!

And in front of the pack is number 8...

and number 8 is Rien Hartman!

A great start, Rien.

They're coming around the first turn, and number 8 is still leading.

Rien Hartman. Good work, Rien.

Keep it up, Rien! You're fantastic!

You'll win!

Give us a hand, will you?

Rien Hartman has fallen back.

Hamilton and Siehof, two more great riders, are fighting it out for first place.

This is the final lap. There's no doubt about the winner.

Into the straightaway and at the finish line...

it's number 8, Rien Hartman.

Hartman is the winner! You ran a terrific race!

What a comeback, Rien! Congratulations.

Come on.

Rien, you were wonderful!

Rien was really terrific!

You sure were great!

You weren't too bad, either.

That lousy engine of mine conked out.

- Let's get something to eat. - Here's your trophy.

Yeah, you earned it.

Guys, there's Gerrit Witkamp.

- Hi, Gerrit. - Rien?

Congratulations. - Thanks.

Say, you're not getting too good, are you?

Better watch out.

Hey, the other one, too.

It's cold.

I'll warm it up.

- Anything else? - Yes, could you lie down?

Then I'll give you a croquette. A very hot one.

Shall I put it in the oil?

Yeah, nice. Work it.

T repeat that Rien Hartman, number 8, has become the champion.

Japanese sponsors, keep your eyes on the guy in white.

Number 8, Rien Hartman.

- Here's your croquette. Hot. - Thanks.

Nice trophy. Are you the guy that just won?

No, actually I got this in a box of Cracker Jacks.

Champions can eat here for nothing.

No, thanks. We feel like paying.

Mind your business, honey.

This is my business, honey. French fries and coleslaw.

I'll have a croquette.

Coleslaw.

And you?

The same here.

Give me a bull's cock and a pair of horse's balls.

Funny. A real fucking joker.

A real fuckin' joker.

Hey, pay!

Lass, we didn't have anything.

We don't eat shit like that.

You guys knock it off. Just pay and go.

Fucking shitheads, pay up or I'll...

You better cool down, or else we'll settle this thing our way!

Grab him. The bastard.

Grab him!

Stay right there or I'll pour it all over the bastard!

Okay, now pay what you owe us, damn it.

Pay up! I won't let bums like you steal from me like that.

Cough UP-

Come on.

You, too. Pay up, you Pig!

There you are.

- And now... - Thanks a lot.

The reason we've all come here this afternoon...

Gerrit Witkamp. Our own Gerrit Witkamp, who is the greatest rider in the country.

- Witkamp's riding! - Come on to the starting line.

I'll get you one day! Motherfucker.

That girl sure has guts. She got back every damn penny.

That slut? She's just as rotten as her French fries.

Jealous? - No reason to be, right, Rien?

Come on, guys.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching the start of the 500cc race...

with our own Gerrit Witkamp.

It's a very important race...

for if Witkamp wins, he'll be first in line for the championship.

And there they go, ladies and gentlemen.

Gerrit has immediately taken the lead and is slightly ahead of the pack.

And at the first turn...

the champ is way out in front.

It's a fantastic race.

The points from this race put Witkamp at the top of the list...

for the world championship...

in front of De Havert, in front of Strauss.

With just one Grand Prix to ride...

we can be sure that he'll be the next world champion...

our own Gerrit Witkamp.

Hi, son.

The Cup!

Look! The new Witkamp.

The next round's on the house.

And you?

- I fell. - He fell.

Give us a hand here.

Next time, when I have a new engine, you just wait and see.

You'll fall again.

Ladies and gentlemen, time to rehearse.

Beer?

Thanks.

We'll take one sip and then we'll start. Rien, to your victory.

Cheers! Cheers, everyone.

Cheers.

- I gotta go or I'll be locked out of the house. - See you.

Ciao.

Are you off? He's always got to be in the house on time.

The spineless prick.

He sure is limp.

- What do you mean? - Trudi! Come on.

- I'll tell you about it later. - Yeah.

How about doing some work around here?

You do it. I'll look around.

Elsie!

You've dishonored the Lord's day again.

That was your horn this morning in front of the church.

I just wanted to say hello to you.

A joke.

Come on.

Come on!

Your turn.

Get up!

Had enough?

Turn the light off.

You can't park here.

No? Why not?

Not without a permit.

What's the trouble?

Ask this damn cop. We don't have a permit so we have to take off.

But we've got a permit. It's in my drawer.

My brother forgets things.

But please come in, Sergeant...

I'll show it to you over a nice cup of coffee, okay?

MS-8 reporting. All clear here.

Well.

- That was fast work. - Yeah.

Good job.

He'll be back for more sometime.

You spoil them too much.

You don't think I like it, do you?

Come on, it's not as if you hate it. You like it all right.

Damn it. The tap's not working!

No, I haven't connected it yet.

Filthy stinking work.

First chancel get, I'm going to get out of this business.

We're stuck here for a while, I'm afraid.

Yeah?

Now get off. I want to sleep.

Sleep well.

- Good night. - Good night, sis.

Hi.

Morning.

- I could sleep for a year. - I'll sleep here.

Look!

Yeah, the stand from the racetrack.

- Stop a second. - Why'.7

To see if the girl's there.

Save the girl for tonight. We got to get to the job.

- Job. - Yeah.

You go and do some shopping now.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

How about coming with us, sweetie pie?

- Yeah, take a ride with us. - Come on!

First take a bath!

Come on!

Easy!

- Hi. You setting up here? - Yeah. You mind?

You feel like a cup of coffee?

No, thanks. Some other time.

Say, where's the supermarket?

Over there.

There?

- Okay. Be seeing you. - Yeah.

- I'll be dropping by for some of your goodies. - Sure thing.

Hello.

We've met, haven't we?

Not that I know.

I remember seeing you at the bike races.

Yeah? I don't remember.

When that guy won, the one with the red hair.

20.03 guilders.

Have you got three cents?

Yeah, here.

Where does that redhead live?

- I don't know. Don't know who you mean. - But you were with him.

Here you are. No charge. Next, please!

- Jaap? - Yeah?

- Here. - Thanks, sis.

Eef!

Where are you?

- Eef, you old dipstick. - Down here.

We've got a surprise for you.

We've discovered something.

Yeah? So did I. The French fry broad's in town.

Yeah. Over by the bridge.

- Have you talked to her yet? - Sure. We had coffee.

What did she say?

That I was... That I was a real stud.

- I'll bet. - She likes dark types.

Yeah? When she sees what I've got, she'll never look at any other guy again.

You dirty old man, you've already got a woman.

- So what? I'm not married to her. - You've got Maya, jerk.

- I like a little variety! - I'm laying that broad, you hear?

I get first crack at it. You boys wait your turn.

You wouldn't even know where to begin.

We can't bang the broad all together.

Well?

A threesome? How 'bout that?

I wouldn't be able to do it with you looking.

Or any other time.

Meaning what?

With that puny dinky toy of yours, it's a wonder you can piss.

Hey. Careful. That's really dangerous.

This dinky toy of mine is a lot bigger than that limp sausage of yours.

Yeah? Let's see it.

You show me first.

I have a good idea. The guy with the biggest cock screws her.

Listen to him!

Seriously? - Yeah, of course.

That's the fairest way right?

For the broad, too.

The girl deserves a break.

Close the doors.

You'll really do it?

Yeah, of course. Get a measuring gauge.

Hey, come on. I won't do it alone.

No?

Let's make them longer.

It's too cold here. It's not going to work.

Shall I give you a hand?

Yeah. Sounds great.

Go away, you freak.

- Fifteen! - Gimme.

Thirteen.

I never heard any complaints.

No?

He won by a nose, you might say.

Sorry.

- Ladies first. - You go ahead then.

Here's to you.

Yes. Cheers.

This goes down just like holy water.

Hi there, champ.

Blondie!

I didn't recognize you with that crazy cap.

- Another drink? - Cognac.

One day he'll be the champion, just as famous as Witkamp.

Hey, cut it out, Dad.

Yeah. And if he doesn't make it, it's not a disaster.

He can take over the business when he wants.

Yeah, in 20 years, maybe.

You've got a very nice place. It just needs a little modernizing.

Like making it a discotheque, I suppose. Forget it.

Here, to go with your trophies.

A little souvenir of the first time we met, when you helped me out.

It's that brick. Doing!

I'm very glad you like it.

Only it isn't the same one.

- The other one was yellow. - Yeah? I guess it's his brother.

Cheers.

I have to go back to work. See you around. 'Bye.

Out of the way.

Just one isn't enough.

I want at least two...

or better yet, three croquettes.

For me, French fries, king-size, with that brown peanut junk on top.

- Okay. And you? - A croquette.

With mustard?

I like them the way they come.

- Okay, go on. You were going to move in. - Do you want me to do it?

First my French fries.

King-size.

There you are. Now do your stuff.

Well? Go on.

I realize you are terribly busy right now, but could you make another order...

- of French fries for me? - Stop being a pest.

All right, how much?

Okay. 2.60 guilders.

Keep the change.

Thanks.

Are you doing anything tonight?

Yeah, I have work to do.

- It's my turn now. - What'll it be, sonny?

- Pack of chewing gum and a croquette. - Okay.

But later, when you're all through?

I go to sleep. Alone.

Now your king-size cock isn't much use to you, is it?

- You son of a bitch! - Easy!

Bastard!

King-size cock!

For all the good it does you.

Rien! Henkhof wants to see you. The TV announcer! He wants to see all of you.

Guys!

That television announcer is here...

up at the track.

He wants you in the program.

We're going to be on television!

You guys, come out to the racetrack!

- Where are you going? - To the racetrack!

That's it for today.

I'm going to have a look.

There is only one more Grand Prix to ride, and he doesn't even have to win.

I! he comes in second or third, it would be enough.

But one thing is very clear...

Gerrit Witkamp will be the new world champion.

And when that happens, I want to hype it up real big...

make it a big TV event.

And that's where you come in.

I need all of you with your bikes, and of course the beautiful girls, too.

They always look good on the tube, especially when they're as sexy as you.

Keep it clean, will you?

- Are you committed? - To him.

Yeah, she sure is!

As I thought. Look, I'm counting on you.

A spot on Studio Sport, four million viewers!

Four million viewers!

We're going to be on television!

Okay, count on me.

We'll discuss all the details later.

How much are you paying them, Mr. Henkhof?

- Nothing. It's free publicity... - Wait a minute. You said nothing, yeah?

That's right, nothing.

Ifs a great chance. We don't pay for that.

Only the sunshine's free.

- Are you a member of this club? - She's not a member.

They're going to be running up lots of Expenses. Logical, right?

Yeah.

Okay, I'll pay for the gas.

And the rest, too. You want a good program.

Without us, it's nothing. No money, no motor club. Right, guys?

What were you thinking of?

5,000 guilders.

That's too much. I'll give you half. Okay?

Okay, 2,500 guilders. We'll do it for that, won't we?

Do we get it now?

1,500 guilders now...

the rest after the broadcast.

Here. There you are.

1,500 guilders!

- Good luck. - Thanks a million, Fientje.

Fientje!

You guys! Let's go to the track!

Hello!

What do you want?

Business.

What kind of business?

You can make some money.

- I've got something for you. - What's that?

You tip off the Japanese bike people, don't you?

No, I work for the network.

- Everyone knows you work on the side. - Really?

You can make the Japanese sponsor Rien.

- Why should I? - He'll be a champion, just like Gerrit.

Champion jerk-off.

Very funny. Yesterday he won again.

You were there yourself.

And what if I can get him a Japanese contract, what then?

You get 10 percent of all the action.

And what's my guarantee?

Are you his girl?

No. But I will be.

Well...

What do you think?

I think we should discuss the finer points inside the car.

Okay-

Maya?

Yes?

- Come here! - What is it?

Come take a look!

Well? Beautiful?

I'm riding for Honda now.

I'm going to be sponsored by the Japanese.

Terrific. Will you be careful?

- The worst that can happen is I'll break a leg. - That's bad enough.

Hey, now, don't nag me. Come on, let's celebrate.

- Let me just get my coat. - Come on.

Hello.

She coming?

Naturally.

Then I won't!

- But why not? - Just because.

- But why not? - Just because!

Damn it! You're coming, and she is, too!

That's what you think. Just forget it. It's her or me!

I can't drop her. She got me the contract with the Japanese!

Naturally! To take you from me.

Damn it!

She's helping me to get ahead, all you can ever say is:

"I hope you don't break a leg."

Yes! 'Cause I really care for you, and she doesn't.

That bitch thinks of the money, like a cash register!

Go drop dead.

You can go back to that greedy cunt!

My punch, you bastard, my punch!

It's the loveliest thing I've ever seen.

Keep it on and let's go. Come on.

It's too expensive.

We can afford it.

- What are we doing now? - Chinese restaurant.

What I meant was...

where do we go from here?

We'll follow up with a movie.

Bastard!

- You're a real little... - It serves you right!

That was a nice job you did with those Japanese sponsors.

Yeah, a real business girl.

If you're so good in business...

how come you're still working with your dumb brother in that French fry stand?

Never had any luck.

You have now.

What Gerrit can do, I can do.

And what his woman does, I can do, and better.

I think we make a good pair.

So do I.

With a team backing you, you can travel all over the world.

Can I come along?

To Japan?

It's beautiful there.

But he says you went to bed with that guy from the television to give me that contract.

Is that right?

My father used to say:

"Life is like a croquette. Once you know what's in it, you don't want to eat it anymore."

Nice guy, my father.

Okay-

I like croquettes.

And I keep eating them.

I'm going to take a spin. Here comes the new champion.

Try to stay in one piece.

You coming?

After 6:00.

- I'll see you there. - Okay.

- Here. - Thanks.

- Hey, Pop, can we have a few oranges? - Yeah, buy us oranges!

Can they have some oranges?

Of course they can. We're on vacation.

- How much are they? - Nothing. Promotion.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, Pop, can I peel them myself?

No! Can I have your pocket knife?

- Children, who'd like another one? - Yeah!

Yes.

Hey, cut it out.

Children, settle down. Quiet. Give the peels to me. Put them in there.

There.

Rien!

- Are you hurt? - All right, it's okay.

You scared me, jerk.

What's the matter?

No news? Have they got the driver of that car yet?

No, but the police say they'll nab him.

Don't you believe it.

What can the police do, anyway?

Poor guy.-

His father's gone to pieces. He just sits and cries all daylong.

That's more than I can say for my father.

Yeah, I'm coming. Hello.

Hi.

Too bad about Rien.

Will you go visit him at the hospital?

I hate to go to hospitals. They scare me.

And you?

I think you'd better go alone. I think he'd prefer it, anyway.

Okay, I get it.

Time to board the bus, ladies and gentlemen.

This way!

- Terrific girl. - Yeah. She's a great kid.

Do you think she'll stay here?

I think so. They're doing pretty good business.

Hans? You coming?

Can I come, too?

There's nothing going on in town.

Yeah, okay.

- There you go, Dad. - Hey, thanks.

Maybe I could seduce her now?

- You're kidding? - She likes guys with blond hair.

Are you crazy? You can only seduce her with that kind of thing.

- Don't bullshit me. - I'm not bullshitting you!

Why do you think she got so close with Rien? For the money.

You coming?

How is he making out?

He hasn't adjusted yet.

- Are you married to him? - No.

- Are you living together? - We were going to.

Are you in love?

Yeah.

Then you should ask yourself if you have enough love...

because pity is worthless.

You'll feel it in the beginning, but it goes away.

And that only makes it worse later.

- Here, a cup of tea. - Thank you.

How are things?

Coming along.

I'm playing basketball.

Yeah?

As the basket.

A couple of weeks ago I almost scored, but they started to throw tacks...

all over the floor, and they punctured my tires.

- Do you think you're making progress? Rehabilitation?

You learn to piss.

Every four hours, you thump on your stomach, and it runs out by itself.

And you watch the clock to see when the shit pills will take effect.

Nice subject.

Don't come again.

Keep the fur coat.

Then at least you got something out of it.

Take a little walk around the grounds. It's very nice here.

Much nicer than Japan.

- Well? - We're leaving.

Rien's all over and done with, I guess.

What he needs is a nurse. I'm no nurse.

You sure fall out of love fast.

Love? What's that? Give me some security. You can screw love!

All right, where's the dough? This all?

Rien! Hello.

- Darling, it's great to have you back. - Give me that bag.

Relax. You're both acting as if I'm a basket case!

You can get in very easily.

We had the car specially adapted.

Can you manage?

Stop! Hold it.

Dear Rien, no one can undo what happened to you, no one.

But we've all been with you and your family in spirit.

And so, we all pitched in and bought something for you.

Bring it here.

Here you are.

It's all yours. Electric!

- It's beautiful. Shall I try it out? - Sure, go ahead. Come on.

And we hope that you'll visit all of us here as much as we'll visit you.

That's the starter.

Fantastic!

I'll become the wheelchair champion of the world.

All right, band. One, two!

Come on.

You've done some remodeling.

Makes it easier for you.

- The car was supposed to be ready by noon. - Yeah.

- Do I have to wait for that, too? - Yeah, so what? It's almost ready.

- Hello. - Hi.

- I'd like a little gas. - My pleasure.

Fill her up.

The car?

- You've been fairly busy lately, haven't you? - Yeah.

I'd like to have a talk with you.

Talk.

When?

Now.

Let's go for a little drive.

Hey! Come back tomorrow.

Are you nuts?

Where are we going?

Somewhere very quiet. Okay?

But in the trailer I've got a lovely bed.

Really?

Look.

It's closed off.

Damn it.

Careful, we're slipping!

The brakes are gone!

I thought you knew how to drive.

- Fucking car! - Take it easy! Damn it.

There's my dad! Blow the horn.

Pa! Over here.

You got a tow rope?

It's in the back.

- What do you smell? - It's nice, no French fries.

No, it's shit. Fucking country with that fucking land.

I'm leaving. I'm going to Canada.

- Canada? - Yes.

What are you going to do over there?

Adventures. You have to like them.

Boy, it'll cost you more than 10,000 guilders even before you get there.

I'll find a solution. I'm working on it.

I saw that woman at the café.

- It's Fientje from the French fry stand. - She's no good.

- What's wrong with me, you dumb clodhopper? - Calm down, that's my father.

She's a cheap slut, just like the whores in Babylon!

Who's he calling a whore, damn it?

He doesn't mean you. Babylon is a city in the Bible.

- He must be sick! - That's why I want to get away.

Will you come with me to Canada?

- You don't have a cent. - No?

- Where'd you get this? - And I can get a lot more.

- Hi, Rien. - Hi!

- Everything all right? - No complaints.

That's some good beer there.

- How are things with Eef? - I hardly see him anymore. He's always out.

Pa and I have taken the day off, and the rest of the band as well.

That's nice.

I'm sorry I didn't come to visit you.

But I just can't take hospitals.

Neither can I.

I got something to show you. Come on.

Not a scratch.

The Japanese were real glad to get rid of me.

They didn't even want them back.

That's decent of them.

You can have them. They're all yours.

You're joking!

It's okay. I talked it over with my father.

But how will I ever pay you? I haven't got any money.

Look, I meant it! You can have them. Aren't we friends?

Become a champion, if just for me.

You want something?

Just looking.

No charge. Are you training?

I've got a new bike.

Dog food? And you don't even have a dog!

Don't tell me it goes into the croquettes.

If it's good enough for prize dogs, it's good enough for my customers.

Jeez.

My aunt's been on it for 10 years, since my uncle lost his job.

- You're kidding. - No. She lives in America, California.

And she's in good health.

"For a lovely shiny coat and a wet nose."

Eef!

- Eef gobbled down four of them that time. - Yeah.

- Four croquettes! - You had one.

But the food inspector? If the police find out, then...

Police?

My car won't start.

Haven't I earned something?

Come in a minute.

Here you are.

Two croquettes.

Nice croquette.

It's good for your nose.

Come on.

Hans, did you have a nice tryout?

Hi, Eef.

- How about a beer? - Yeah!

Why not?

That bike's got tons of power!

Think you can stay on top?

If Gerrit can, I can, too.

Yeah, but he always gets there first.

You wait, man. I'll beat him soon enough.

If you'll be my mechanic, just like with Rien.

You can forget it.

Look, I won't work anymore for peanuts.

I got better things to do.

Look. Two plane tickets to Canada...

one way, and good for six months.

Two?

Yeah, because maybe I'll take someone.

- Who's that? - Not you, kid.

And this goes with it.

Well?

That's not bad for a start. Hey.

Okay, I got the message.

Don't leave! I got to go, anyway.

I got myself a job on the side, making some money under the table.

I'll be seeing you. Ciao.

A beer?

Yeah.

You're making it with Eef?

Be honest.

Here, smell anything?

No. Just hair.

No, fries and fat! And here?

It smells of fat, half vegetable and half horse fat.

My whole body stinks of it. That's why I've got to take off!

To Canada, I guess, with Eef, where that aunt of yours eats dog food.

That's California.

It's almost next door. It's the same all over.

Why don't you stay with me?

Why the hell should I?

I'll be the champion soon.

- You think so? - Of course. I'll train with Witkamp.

Really?

So...

Take it off.

And you?

- Nice? - It's worth a try.

Well, here we go.

My brother's bodybuilding.

A prick with a sense of direction.

I'm a racer.

More speed.

If you like.

Look at me when you come.

Yeah.

Was I first?

That calls for a beer.

It's still nice and cold.

Yeah. I'm still nice and cold, too.

In that case, we'll begin again.

- You think you can? - Yeah.

The poor boy.

Anything bothering you, you old hag?

Brothers and sisters, let me tell you.

In the Bible it says, "Knock and it shall be opened unto you."

And therefore, knock on the door.

Knock now, for Jesus is the door!

Jesus will let you in.

Hallelujah!

For we all know that Jesus is the Son of God.

- Hallelujah! - Praise the Lord.

Let us rejoice, for the Bible tells us about...

Jesus of Nazareth.

But the Bible also tells us about God. For who is God?

God's a clown!

A joker who threw a bunch of orange peels in my face.

Illness is the devil. What is the devil? Who?

The doctor. The doctor who kept me alive.

The devil causes illness. God heals.

What are his visiting hours?

Laugh all you like, brothers. Laugh to your heart's content.

Laughter won't help this young boy.

God is always on call, my brother.

And you can talk with God whenever you want.

And I'm sure God will listen. With both ears.

You mean in stereo?

Keep on pretending you're strong, boy.

But when it gets too difficult, remember the visiting hours.

I can get you an appointment.

Come and see us when you like.

Brothers, sisters, let us move on now.

Wait a minute!

Maya, get lost! Go to that slob. That's where you belong.

There isn't any Rien anymore.

No. I'm all right.

- An ice cream? - Yeah, that'd be nice.

Thanks.

You've gone religious, I see.

That's pretty sudden.

Not at all.

God was always inside me.

Inside you? What a dirty old man.

One of our people is the son of a neurologist.

Maybe he could examine you.

He's Jewish, but he's good.

Niggers, Chinese, and a priest.

They've all tried their quack cures.

The only part of me that'll run is my nose.

And God?

God?

Yeah, God.

Hello.

Hi.

There you are. Here you are. Nice dog. Fetch it.

Come on.

Come on. Up.

Here you go. Up! Come on.

- He really likes you. - I'm always nice to animals.

- To people, too? Sometimes.

Thanks.

Real gold?

I wouldn't settle for anything less.

You better watch out, with all the muggers around.

I'm not afraid at all.

I'm old, but see?

I've never had the occasion to use it...

but one little blow with this...

Would be out cold.

And when I use it like this?

Do you like that?

500 guilders, or I'll tell your wife you're a fucking queer.

I never carry any money!

Then go and get it, you fairy!

And don't phone the police or I'll tell your wife everything.

The dog's staying with me.

Come here. Hurry up!

- What is it, dear? - Nothing. I'll be right back.

Here.

Get him!

Look out. Get him!

Pull him out.

Put him on this.

Take off his pants.

Okay, now.

Spread his legs.

Keep still.

- Here. - This makes it easier.

Put him in.

Shut up, or I'll piss in your mouth.

Come on, your turn.

Wider!

Hurry!

Next. Go on, give it to him.

Okay, your turn.

Nice, huh?

- Jesus, what a mess! - Hurry!

Okay. Start the countdown.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...

five, four, three, two, one!

Okay, guys, let's go!

Well? Eef.

- Why did you pick on me? - No reason. For kicks.

- Because I rob fags? - No.

We've been keeping an eye on you. We thought, "There's a good fuck. We'll ball him."

Don't touch me!

- Shut up. I know you liked it. - I'm not a queer, damn it!

How would you know, Eef?

What do you want from my sister?

Nothing!

You lay off her.

I don't give a shit about your stealing.

My sister's too good for a queer.

I'm not a queer!

Go on. Why not admit it?

What the hell do you care what you are?

As long as you're honest with yourself.

We're starting!

Catch the bumps with your thighs and don't stick to the damn seat.

Yeah. I'm not a rookie, you know.

Wait a second.

- Ready? - Yep.

Good luck.

Wait a second.

Come on, Hans! Try it again. You're doing all right!

Are you hurt?

Out of the way! Get up, sissy!

You wanted to train.

Come on, get up, I said. We haven't started yet!

- Come on, get up! - Go fry a croquette.

Amateur!

- How was it? - Fantastic. They'll split their sides.

- Got enough? - Sure. No point in overdoing it.

- Good idea. - Come and have a look.

I'll intercut the kid with your riding.

- That joker. He's a real clown. - And we got it for nothing.

Yeah, we'll cut it to some circus music. They'll love it.

Jeez, will you look at that. A real zero.

He's really going places.

Yeah. He's going right down the toilet.

Will you look at that?

That Gerrit's a real ace.

It will take me a while to measure up to him, but this motorbike's super.

- My sister. - I think I'll leave.

- Hello, Eef. - Hi.

Nice to see you.

Say, I've thought it over.

I wouldn't mind going along with you to Canada and making a little real money.

You'd better explain.

It's about time you started speaking for yourself.

What gives here?

Last night, me and the boys really gave it to him. And he likes it.

Jesus.

It's about time we moved out of here.

The story of my life. It's always three up and three down.

I never have any luck.

Dad?

Yeah?

I'm gay.

What do you mean, son?

A fairy.

A faggot.

What is that?

It's in the Bible.

Leviticus 20, verse 13.

"If a man also lie with mankind as he lieth with a woman...

"both of them have committed an abomination."

- You are the lowest of animals. - Go on, beat me!

God strikes you through my hand...

then afterward, I will pray for you.

You can pray the house down for all I care. Lam what I am.

Hallelujah.

Brothers and sisters, that was a beautiful and moving song to praise...

God Almighty with hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah.

Lord, help us in our hour of need...

our hour of illness, our hour of sorrow.

If any of you, brothers and sisters...

needs the aid of God, let him now come up to me.

Because the Lord will give us what we ask.

Please come all here, fill you hearts with joy. Come near me. Hallelujah!

I lay my hand on you...

No! Maya! Fuck! Sit down!

- Sweet sister. - Brother.

What can the Lord do for you?

I feel so much pain here.

People, dear people...

let's pray the Lord that he'll take away this woman's pain.

He'll do it if we ask him to do it.

O Lord...

we know that you can take away the pain...

from this woman.

We know your strength, your power. Help her.

- Oh, brother, I feel better! - The Lord...

For God's sake, Maya.

For who among us is without sin?

Would you please help us?

God is always on call, brother.

Lord...

your ways are mysterious.

We look into a dark mirror...

and therefore we pray to you, Lord.

For we understand...

that this boy would like to walk again.

Give him the strength to do so. Give him the courage.

Give him, Lord, what he wants so much...

let him walk!

Lord, give him the strength, we beg you!

We implore you, give him the strength to walk!

Nothing.

As useless as the rest.

It was the first time.

And the last.

Maya, suck me.

Here?

You want it here?

Where else? Maybe at your house on the sofa?

Or by our fireplace?

What's the matter?

Are you afraid that God won't lend you a hand?

As stiff as boiled spaghetti.

Nothing, goddamn it. Nothing.

I don't mind.

But I do! It's what I want the most!

In here, it's what I want. In my head!

It's not that bad.

No? When it's in your damn head and nowhere else?

Up here, but not down there!

What'll I do?

What the fuck'll I do?

Take off your helmet. Got it!

Come on, Hans. Wake up, will you? The race is about to start.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the decisive race.

They're preparing for the start.

Witkamp's on the far right, a good starting position.

Only a few seconds and... There they go!

Witkamp has immediately taken the lead.

He is riding true to form, ladies and gentlemen. A real champion.

- There you are. - Thank you.

- These French fries yours? - Can't you see me?

Yeah, they're mine.

- I can see you. - Why did you leave town?

I saw no future with you guys.

- Me, neither? - Not with you, either.

You thought I was all right.

Yeah, sure. What've you've got to offer me? Your lousy wages and a free ride on your bike?

Here are your French fries, kid.

And here they come again, and Witkamp is leading the field.

He's all alone in the open. Yes, it's Witkamp way out in front.

- I have something to offer. - Oh, yeah? What's that?

I don't know. All I know is, you're really terrific.

Come back when you've something for me.

Okay-

People, free food and drinks!

That's great.

Witkamp!

I want to know who you bribed to become a champion!

Shut up!

Idiot!

Gerrit, boy, I think you're a real champion!

Hey. guys, Studio Sport begins!

Good evening, sports fans.

We have a new world champion.

On the house.

Where's Rien?

He felt like going out. You know how he is.

Gerrit! Come on, make room. Come here, Gerrit!

And now a little toast from all of us here at Studio Sport...

to Gerrit, our new champion, congratulations and good luck.

You were wonderful.

In a minute, I walk out.

Look at me there.

And here is our new champion.

That's me there! Right there! Look.

And now, guys, what do we say all together?

Gerrit is world champion.

Witkamp!

Hey, Gerrit, for you! Here, it's a telegram.

From the Queen!

- You're joking. - No! Have a look.

Damn it, it's true! Hey, guys, long live the Queen!

Drinks on me!

Shit!

Come on, leave it on! We all know you're an asshole.

Shit!

Come on, I said leave it on, or we'll trash the fucking joint!

Yeah?

Hey, you're going to eat shit.

Lay off him!

I say we trash the fucking place! Here, catch!

Police?

Do you need a dentist?

Police! Come on, guys, let's split!

Let's go! Come on, let's get out of here!

Dad?

Nice of you to drop in.

- Come here. - What?

That young Hartman boy's killed himself.

Will you tell his father?

Joos, something terrible's happened.

Rien is dead.

Give me a hand.

- Hi. - Hello.

Hi.

Some mess.

Yeah.

Rien's father has had a breakdown.

Not surprising.

The place is being sold.

Yeah?

Got any money?

No.

And what if you sold your bikes to some other future champion?

You want to look inside?

- Dad? - Yeah?

- I might have a little work for you. - Yeah?

We can make something of it.

Yeah, we'll have to fix some things.

Hey, we can make a snack bar of it and sell also French fries!

And this part will become the café.

We can put some pinball machines here.

And over there it will be perfect to dance in the weekend.

Yeah, sounds great!

- I think it will work between the two of us. - Me, too.

- Hey, Hansie! - Fientje!

- Sugar? - Yeah, thanks.

- Another one? - Thanks.

- And you? - No, thanks. It's okay like this.

He's too fat.

- Wait here for me. - Don't get wet!

Feel like coming?

Where?

Anywhere we want.

Well?

I want to get the better of him.