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BURNING LOVE

Thanks.

My old French teacher will be buried tomorrow.

Maybe I'll meet a few old pals.

Or maybe an old girlfriend.

Maybe. You don't have to come tomorrow.

I'm leaving for the Netherlands right away.

Have a good trip...

...and see you soon, I hope.

Poor mademoiselle Bonnema.

Hey, our little painter!

Is that a painter's hand?

I don't touch a brush anymore. I spray everything.

You've made it, haven't you? -My work's shown all over the world.

I was the first one to touch her. You should tell her when she's older.

I already intended to.

I got a fright, though. -Why?

She had the same chubby pussy as her mother.

Who are you?

I'm Jan, a friend of your mother's.

From way back.

Mademoiselle Bonnema, thank you for what you've done...

for generations of young artists.

You've taught us French literature and culture.

Rest in peace.

Or as you taught us...

Qu'elle repose en paix.

Mr Bosman, can I give you this jug?

That's one of mademoiselle Bonnema's last wishes.

What did she die of?

She had a whole at the bottom of her back.

Doesn't everybody?

Hey, little painter. Remember?

Shit, careful!

7 YEARS EARLIER...

Take it easy!

There's no rush!

We're lucky it's not raining.

What do you say?

We hope to see him in our city soon.

We think Paris will be the first step of his international career.

Next year, the French government will also offer a scholarship...

for a young Dutch student of painting.

Next year's assignment will be...

a personal vision of a classical painting.

The winner will receive...

A hundred thousand guilders!

Mademoiselle Bonnema...

I wanted to thank you for all your great French lessons.

Without you, I'd never have gotten the scholarship.

You're so cheeky... you'll always get there.

I have two new students for you.

Jan Bosman and Kees Van De Plasse.

They're really hard workers.

I'll be the judge of that. Come and see me for a test lesson.

Betty Bonnema, BB! -We want to make a good impression.

Decent, civilised, polite.

Super boy scouts!

Go, kid!

I'll wait for you at the dancing school.

Do your best!

Good luck!

Mademoiselle... -One moment.

Wipe your feet well when you get back.

What are you looking at? Come in.

Why do you take French lessons?

I'm going to win the French scholarship.

You're rather convinced of your own talent.

I have too much talent, madam.

Mademoiselle.

Coffee?

The lessons are free. If you're late, you won't get in.

I do expect some help with domestic affairs in exchange.

There's a bell in the hallway. Beat it so father will know there's coffee.

Never beat the bell when Mr Laman's playing the violin.

In that case, father has coffee in his room.

Louder. He's not 20 anymore.

Are we having coffee?

Arm a bit higher.

1, 2, 3, 4, open, close.

How are you? Everything alright?

Open, close, open, close...

I used to know prime minister Drees when I was young.

We chased women together.

Sit down.

Father was a famous surgeon.

Now he's only interested in science and inventions.

It looks like an object d'art.

Objet d'art.

What is it?

Probably a device for splinting broken bones.

Right, father?

Maybe it could be used to support weak joints.

Milk? -No, thanks.

Get lost with your French lessons. I won't go back to that haunted house.

Think about your future. Mademoiselle has a lot of clout.

If you're her favourite, you'll get the scholarship.

Go to your test lesson.

To the scholarship! -To the scholarship!

Next year for me.

Don't touch my hair!

Don't do that again, asshole!

Or you'll be in big trouble.

Kees, two girls got me.

Two? You shouldn't do that on your own.

I'll get rid of them for you.

I had a good laugh today.

Babar thinks: 'People look beautiful'.

I want to have beautiful things too.

Beautiful clothes.

But where do I find them?

A friendly older lady helps him.

Yes, I have a beautiful ceiling. Continue translating.

The old lady and the elephant are ridiculous.

It's not ridiculous, it's beautiful.

Can I use the toilet? -In French.

Anna, the taxi's waiting.

Mademoiselle.

Going on tour? -Three days, in London.

Your wife's going with you, how nice.

She's taking me to the airport.

That's nice too.

Have a good tour, Mr Laman.

Thanks, mademoiselle. See you soon.

Hello, mademoiselle! -Wie geht's?

There's Anna!

Your humble servant, beautiful.

Pure Titian. -Beautiful.

Not for you.

Turn right, jerk!

Two cops!

I bet all the painters visit Anna upstairs after the French lesson.

You wish. Mademoiselle cuts your dick off if you set foot on those stairs.

Forget it, Jan.

She used to pose a lot, but not since she married that violinist.

You can't get anybody naked anymore.

You least of all.

What's so funny?

Try it in Dutch. You're Charles, I'm Emma Bovary.

Oh, kiss me, my own!

Leave me, Charles.

What is the matter? Compose yourself.

You know well enough that I love you.

Enough! -Emma, my darling.

My sugar, my honey bun.

Let me embrace you.

Cut it out and stick to the text.

You're so convincing. I suddenly saw you as the 18 year old Emma Bovary.

Don't act so strange.

Give me your homework.

Get coal from the basement.

What are you waiting for?

Come in, beautiful.

I thought you'd just get some coal.

The basement would make a great studio.

It's bad enough I had to rent out the top floor.

Although Mr. Laman's very civilised and the violin music's beautiful.

But that woman...

Those wilted flowers, is that burning love?

Lychnis to civilised people.

I hope you left mademoiselle on the divan with her big ass.

So I can jump right on top.

Mademoiselle, how nice to see you!

Come in.

Next time you get this urge, grab that Bonnema of yours.

And don't pinch my calves, please. -But they're so divine.

Artist...

What did you think when I grabbed your elegant little hoof?

I'll give the little student my shoe so he keeps his calm.

I want to paint your portrait.

What an honour. I thought you liked my calves and ankles.

Nice house.

A strange house, I'd say.

You'll have to leave very quietly.

If Bonnema finds out you were here, she'll stop the free French lessons.

And she gossips to my husband. -What does she say?

I thought your wife had gone on tour with you.

I haven't seen her for days. Bitch.

Where do you go?

You shouldn't have. Thank you.

Sartre. Interesting.

Disgusting. A half naked lady on the edge of a bed.

She talks about aborting a pregnancy.

As if she's throwing out a stale cookie.

No book for a decent person.

Give it to someone who's depraved.

Mademoiselle only needs to undo this to get to it.

What would your husband do if he came in? Kick me out?

No, he's too old and wise for that.

Did you do it often? -Pose?

If I thought it was serious.

Also naked? -Stark naked.

Wet your lips.

They'll shine more.

Wet enough? -No, much wetter. Soaking wet!

Again.

Haven't you finished with my mouth?

I'm wasting precious saliva.

Why did I have to wet my lips? -Check in the mirror what that does.

I don't see any difference.

And you didn't grab the opportunity. -I'll do that now.

I like a bit of a buildup. -So do I.

Next time I'll really paint you. This was just an... exercise.

And I'll have to do this again? No.

Mademoiselle Bonnema, here!

Next time I'll lay that Bonnema!

There will be bits flying off that old virgin.

I'll have to clean that attic again.

What are you so worked up about?

Another afternoon ruined for the arts!

Wait until it's your turn!

Damn, that has to be a woman! Shit!

Hello?

No, mademoiselle, Kees isn't here.

Me?

Here, the burglars might be carrying weapons.

Shouldn't I call the police?

Or not?

Check if they've stolen lead from the gutters.

Lead theft... the idea.

Do you see anything?

Answer me. Do you see anything?

No, I'm still checking.

What are you doing, Jan?

Answer me!

Pick up that little boot for me.

And don't tell Jannie.

Jan?

Come downstairs immediately!

I saw a beautiful white jug in the attic.

I didn't ask you to look for white jugs in the attic.

I'm a painter. I notice these things.

A full belly, a gracious neck...

and the opening looks like a beautiful woman's mouth.

Such unwholesome talk!

You should be ashamed. You look like a clochard.

Why don't you wear the cardigan I gave you?

Did Babar chase the thieves away with his big trunk?

Babar with his enormous trunk!

Happy New Year, mademoiselle Bonnema.

A disgrace! Are you going to provide me with a clarification?

Oh yes, the cardigan. -Oui, monsieur, the cardigan.

I gave you a very expensive gift. A few weeks later my housemate's wearing it.

He was cold. -I'll decide if my father's cold!

The question is what you're doing upstairs.

Are you going to answer me? -I haven't been upstairs.

I put the cardigan on the stairs and suddenly it was gone.

So it walked off?

No, you secretly go upstairs and I can guess why.

It's disgusting. Degenerate! -But I have no reason to go upstairs.

You had the nerve to open the attic for this!

You stole that jug, thief!

Come back!

Here's the shiny white jewel.

Put that away, close the attic and come downstairs. That's an order!

You go away. This is between me and my student.

Are we having coffee?

Dad, go back to your room and take that ridiculous hat off!

Are you staying there?

I think it's entertaining.

People who have nothing to do, find everything entertaining.

Happy New Year, little painter.

Happy New Year.

Careful, careful!

You too, careful.

I've had a vision.

I saw the fat ass of that bitch come at me like pale flowers.

Aunt Jannie's a beautiful woman!

Careful, mademoiselle, it's very dangerous.

Higher, higher!

Higher, come on!

And straight. No one can go in or out.

That's what I bought it for.

No more beautiful, thin bodies for me anymore.

I'll be painting old fat bitches.

The sculptor of the gross grandmothers!

No more gracious buttocks and breasts,

Male chauvinist.

Just pure chunks of lard!

You only have a big mouth when mademoiselle's not around.

I want that scholarship. No chance without French.

But I can get the old virgin in my bed before you lay Anna.

Because you'll never achieve that, little painter.

I'll paint Anna stark naked.

Alright.

I don't trust you.

I'll have to chain you.

No way. -Ok, no deal. Goodbye.

Don't be a spoil-sport.

On a chain. That's a new low in the history of painting.

Alright then.

You didn't bring a knife, did you?

You can't even cut cotton with that.

Which side first?

The backside.

They all want that.

Such a shame you married a violinist.

Your husband needs a woman who's as skinny as a bow.

He has no use for buttocks and breasts like that.

They can be pink as a peach and he wouldn't notice.

Why do you think I let you paint me?

Not because my husband neglects me...

but because our love life mainly happens during the dark of night.

It's such a shame I'm chained.

I want to lick your skin.

To make it shine like silk.

I've known many painters, but you take the cake.

To lick your model so she shines...

The light's so plain.

Your buttocks merge together. That's a shame.

Shall I turn on the reading light? -No, but you can help me.

Put one arm on your back.

Hand on your buttock.

Spread your buttocks a bit.

That creates a beautiful dark pink shadow.

Pervert!

Look at him on his chain.

You wanted it. -Which idiot accepts being chained?

Make that dark pink shadow with your own buttocks.

The prize bull enters the arena.

You're very happy with yourself.

Did you see it?

Your hands are in the way.

You're right, a beautiful dark shade.

Even a bit pink. -Don't make fun of me.

And stop fiddling.

Stand still! Stand still!

Let yourself go!

Eyes open! Wide open!

Don't touch it!

Wide open!

Let me hear that it's coming!

That's how we deal with a big mouth.

Wash yourself.

How are you?

There, the fat one!

Higher, Jan!

Parfait.

That's her!

Put it on well.

Get that shape in there.

Up, up!

Hold her!

Van De Plasse speaking.

Mademoiselle Bonnema, how are you?

Her father's not doing well.

He can hardly walk.

She asks if I can come and look after him.

If I wipe his ass every day, I can live in the basement for free.

No visiting ladies.

No models either.

No running water.

No heating.

No music.

Visitors have to be gone by 11.

And I can't leave after 11 either.

She'll never find anybody.

You can keep the cardigan.

I'm here to look after you.

Won't Jannie be coming? -She has no time.

She asked me to look after you. -As long as you don't touch Bobby.

You don't want any pests. I just saw a cockroach.

A cockroach? Where?

Can you find it for me?

That's a nice one.

I'll put him outside. -No way.

Nothing leaves this room.

Come. -No.

I'll carry you to your chair.

So you can watch me change the bed. -My sheets are clean.

Carry me outside, young man.

I like to look at those trees. I saw them being planted.

Does that girl live downstairs? -Yes, she's married to the violinist.

She's a sweet girl. Can you get her for me?

First, everything has to be clean.

You and your bed. -I want to know if she's coming.

First a wash.

I'll get hot water and clean sheets.

Jannie won't give any clean sheets.

So you're looking after the old man.

He really needs it. I couldn't believe what I saw the other day.

Cockroaches.

He should have gone to a nursing home 30 years ago.

But the money, you know...

Good luck.

He just left but his spirit's still here.

Rather cheeky to barge in. -Do you think so?

If Bonnema finds out, she'll fire you, regardless of her father.

That's why I'm here.

He won't let me wash him unless you come see him after.

There. -Gross.

Kisses everywhere. Your loving Louis.

I was reading that innocently.

What's so special about it? -Don't get angry.

I was just thinking about 'everywhere'.

I know what you mean.

Your everywhere isn't his everywhere.

He means behind my ear.

Nice.

I'll only quickly say Hi to the old professor.

Really? -Yes.

Nothing else? -No.

Not even a little kiss behind my ear?

Are you trying to get it again? You won't.

I'll start with your feet then. -No way.

Don't touch my socks.

Don't touch it. I don't wash my feet anymore.

I'm not going to walk the 4 Day March.

No!

My skin can't handle a cold wash cloth.

Stop it!

I hope the princess won't notice your feet.

Princess, what do you mean?

Just make sure that girl comes up.

Now she'll be coming.

You can't go upstairs after 11. I wouldn't be able to sleep.

But I have to go to... -No buts.

We had a deal.

The toilet.

Bonjour, mademoiselle Bonnema.

Hello. -Hmm... up to no good.

Don't let mademoiselle Bonnema catch you.

Artist.

Do you love me? -Why, of course I love you.

You haven't loved any others? -Did you think you'd got a virgin?

I could not live without you.

There are some more beautiful, but I love you best.

I would do anything for you. I am your concubine.

You are my king, my...

Hurts? -Of course it hurts, idiot.

It's not broken.

Stop that nonsense.

Can I paint this?

But I'd want to include the white jug. -Don't start that again.

See if it's her.

Is it her? -The young lady from the first floor.

She's not that young. Is she leaving on her own again?

Is she wearing that ridiculous thing again?

She's wearing a black skirt and a jacket with flowers.

Don't be ridiculous. You're not Dior.

Close the door or she'll see you.

I've never seen her walk to the tram stop.

The tram must be beneath her. She always gets a cab.

Sometimes we get so many cabs here, she seems like a woman you can call.

That poor man of hers.

If I was him, I'd have sent a private detective after her.

Thank you.

Can I borrow the white jug just for once?

Then we'd have to remove the steel plate from the attic door again.

Way too much trouble for a simple white jug.

Kees and I can remove that plate in no time.

Good morning, mademoiselle.

Yes, come on.

Yuck.

Bloody hell.

Did you know aunt Jannie's cunt's as pink as a May-cherry?

Such an untouched pink grotto between those grey hairs.

Apparently, Louis Laman uses his bow pretty fiercely.

And yet, you'll never get Anna's horny legs apart.

Only her violinist can massage her between her legs.

What an awfully great desk.

Don't push it. -I'll write an invoice for the Vatican.

60 bucks, Michelangelo Van De Plasse!

Sweet of aunt Jannie to give you that.

She's beginning to love you, little painter.

Soon she'll have a go at you.

As long as your dick isn't too small.

Where's your milk bottle? -It's full.

Then we'll use this one.

I have to pee too.

It's aunt Jannie's birthday soon.

We'll defrost that old virgin.

We'll pay her a floral tribute. Don't piss on my fingers!

We have the same size.

Aunt Jannie's belly won't be in the way.

Wake up, Kees.

It's mademoiselle Bonnema's birthday.

I'll be another hour.

It's ok, Mies. -Who's that?

Another poor painter.

Are you bringing me flowers?

Here you are, beautiful.

My contribution for the scholarship.

Maria at an advanced age, with dog.

An absolute winner.

Now get lost. She's an expensive model and the meter's running.

Those bloody flowers. Yes, like that, Mies.

Such beautiful flowers!

So early and on my own balcony too.

It's mademoiselle Bonnema's birthday today.

Very friendly of you.

What kind of flower is it?

Burning love.

Never heard of it.

The manservant is at work already.

Flowers for mademoiselle Bonnema's birthday: burning love.

I don't think our landlady will appreciate this.

Are you stuck? -Yes, I am.

He's almost falling down.

Poor sod.

Do you need a hand? -No, I'm fine, thanks.

Mademoiselle's being spoilt.

These flowers are also for Anna's birthday.

But her birthday's in October.

Then my information's incorrect.

You're talking nonsense.

The flowers are drooping a bit.

Show more of yourself. They'll perk up.

I'll lower a watering can.

The ladies want you to paint my portrait for my birthday.

You will be paid 200 guilders. 50 in advance for materials.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Doesn't he have a wallet? -That doesn't matter.

I won't get rich from these jobs.

Artists don't whine about money.

Artists are materialistic these days.

Kees specialises in portraits of ladies like you.

The other day he painted a fat old...

He's much better at it than me.

Kees says you're the best. -The filthy Jesuit!

Go play the piano and don't complain so much.

Please come in.

Hello, Mr Laman. -Happy birthday, mademoiselle.

I prepared something for you.

Anna!

I'll paint you and I'll make you immortal.

Will you pose? -As long as that's all.

So I can never go to bed with you?

Don't ask so outright. In matters of love, never doesn't exist.

I don't have a silly little nose like that. That ear!

It's only a start.

You can blow the charcoal off.

You don't have to give me an ear like that.

It looks like a tennis racket.

I think you could make it a lot smaller.

At least this much. -Shall we continue?

Put the flowers on the buffet and the newspaper on the table.

What? Which flowers? -Translate.

Why doesn't she put her umbrella in the umbrella stand?

I have no bloody clue. -Excuse me?

Why don't you continue painting?

I can't translate French and paint at the same time.

One or the other.

Do you know why that is?

Because young people are spoilt and lazy these days.

I used to be able to do three things at a time.

When I was still a teacher, I cleaned Brussels sprouts...

prepared a French lesson and listened to a concert on the radio.

I found it very easy.

Painting a portrait isn't the same as cleaning Brussels sprouts.

Don't act so offended. I won't say a word anymore.

Could you relax your mouth a bit?

What's wrong with my mouth? -Yes, like that.

You're pinching again. -Why do you care about my mouth?

Can't you smuggle me out of the house?

I want to see the sea one more time.

I thought I felt a bird.

No, it was the wash cloth on your face.

You blacked out for a moment.

Anna has to come to the sea too.

You're so sweet to him. -You're sweet to him.

And you should be sweet to me.

And Louis's sweet to mademoiselle.

Louis wants to rent this floor too after he dies.

You're pregnant. -Yes.

I love children, especially yours.

Louis doesn't really.

He hates everything that makes a sound, except birds and instruments.

Then why did he make one?

Maybe because I wanted it.

He hasn't wanted to go to bed with me, since I'm pregnant.

He says he can't.

I think I'm still attractive.

You're more beautiful than ever.

Burglars? -No, the neighbours from Villa Betty.

Shall I call the police? -Wait, now it's my turn.

I've always wanted to dance with this neighbour.

It is but a little thing, death!

I shall fall asleep and all will be over.

What is it?

Open the window. I am choking.

Don't cry. Soon I shall not trouble you anymore.

Why was it? Who drove you to it?

Weren't you happy? I did all I could!

Yes, that is true. You are good.

My love.

Kiss me.

Silly boy.

Your French is very good.

I'm very happy with you.

I hope you'll get the scholarship.

What are you making for the scholarship?

Tintoretto, Susanna and the Elders.

Susanna and the Old Man. That's a good idea.

Anna can pose for Susanna and father Bonnema for the old man.

The beauty and the old geezer.

I don't believe it. You'll never pull it off.

Vel�zquez, Rokeby Venus.

You should pose with old man Bonnema.

Do you know which tune that was?

A Child is Born. Now this one.

Where's your beautiful piss jug?

Donkey's milk.

I know you're watching me without shame.

She pressed the white jug against the source of her rain.

P.C. Hooft.

And a poet too...

Beautiful foam and it smells of lime-blossom honey.

Put it away.

If I take a sip, you'll go to bed with me.

Is that so?

Be my guest.

Lovely.

You don't think I'll sleep with someone who just drank piss.

But it's your own pee.

I think it's gross.

Do you love me? -Of course I love you.

Have you never loved another woman?

I have to draw you both first.

For the atmosphere. It won't take longer than 15 minutes.

We'll do it in his room when he's asleep. He won't notice.

Sick and morbid. Me naked at the deathbed of that sweet old man.

If you don't pose together, I'll never get the scholarship.

Tonight the scene of the mother's death.

How terrible!

Tonight the scene of Emma's death.

We can start.

Are you sure he's asleep?

I'll have a look.

What was the name of your wife?

Betty. -Betty.

That's funny. -Betty wasn't funny at all.

But her family was very rich.

They made everything in this house with tobacco.

Plantations.

Slave drivers.

I could never do anything either.

Goodnight, guys. Be good.

The shoelaces last as long as the shoes.

That's what the shopkeeper said in London.

Before the war.

I wanted two pairs of shoelaces. Like you'd get here.

But he said the shoelaces last as long as the shoes.

He forgot to add someone could hang themselves with those shoelaces.

That's how strong they were.

The shoelaces last as long as the shoes.

Has Jannie sent the mourning cards yet?

Is he asleep?

He was awake, but he just fell asleep.

Great if you can sleep with the lights on.

What do I do if he wakes up?

Just smile.

The baby's kicking again.

I wouldn't mind waking up mr Bonnema.

To show him I'm pregnant.

It's not such a strange idea to pose together.

It looks very sweet.

A tribute from youth to old age.

Isn't that how it was meant to be?

Those French lessons always make me stiff.

Bad mood?

Crying over that gal from upstairs?

Did you draw this on the spot? -Yes, just after the old surgeon died.

I didn't tell Anna.

Unbelievable.

Bloody hell!

You're a genius.

Let's go to the corpse! -You're not going upstairs!

Stay here! Tomorrow morning or we'll freak out Anna.

Tomorrow morning. -Don't be such a weakling!

I'm going to draw the old man Stark naked.

I can't do it.

Can you help me undress him?

You're such a loudmouth, but you have no guts!

A sheep in wolf's clothing.

You should be a pastry cook!

You'd be kneading little pink marzipan figurines.

Do you think ours will shrivel away like that too?

Absolutely! -I can smell him.

I can smell him. Death and decay.

You must think I'm a dick. -Yes, little painter.

The most important thing is to know yourself.

Also your weaknesses. -That's right.

Where do you come from?

Your father...

Have you gone insane?

Your father just died.

What were you two doing up there?

Your father had fallen out of bed and Kees helped me.

A dead man doesn't fall out of his bed.

Dick!

Take that cardigan off him.

You'd think this was a nuthouse.

I never want to see that cardigan again.

Shall I clean the sink? Kees was sick.

Get out.

Good luck, mademoiselle.

That paint smells bad. Please open the window.

What are you looking at?

I might be interrupting, but you have to hear this.

Oh anger! Oh despair! Oh age my enemy!

Have I lived simply to know this infamy!

Did you know that she from upstairs was pregnant?

Is she having a baby?

Don't be stupid!

It could happen any day.

I'll miss the beautiful violin music...

but I don't want a child in the house. They have to go! Out!

Do they have to move?

Of course!

Why do you look like that?

Could you wet your lips? So they shine.

A bit more, please. -You're never happy.

You do it then.

Where did you get this? -Between the plums in the cupboard.

Impudent punk. Digging in my past...

Father must have told you everything.

That it's my fault that mother hung herself.

Only because I found out he was having an affair with the kitchen maid.

Mother would have found out anyway. Father always had affairs.

She was quite right to hang herself.

Thank God they're both dead now.

My portrait isn't finished Or I'd have kicked you out.

Are you alright, mother?

Yes, dear father.

Little Lodewijk's kicking your guts again.

He's fairly quiet at the moment.

My belly's a bit restless lately.

It's good this is the last time. You'll have to find a different subject.

Mother with child in lap. Beautiful too.

We might not see each other again in the future.

You help me get the scholarship and I'm off to Paris.

And I'll be famous.

Good.

You're wet! -I have to go upstairs!

Can you come right away? Anna Laman's giving birth!

Can't you get me upstairs? -No, way too risky.

Ok, I'll give birth in the studio.

Come.

Careful.

Careful.

Yes... yes!

It's a girl.

Shall I make a hot water bottle?

What's going on? Answer me!

Aren't they too hot?

What's going on?

I've had a daughter.

Out! Out!

Quiet!

Listen, you'll never see me again. I'm leaving tomorrow.

But remember that the child was born upstairs!

Understood?

You've defended me really well.

Congratulations and well done!

Mr Van De Plasse, this is for you.

Mademoiselle Bonnema left this to you.

You spoke beautifully. Straight from the heart.

I felt like I was burying my mother for the second time.

Your mother's still alive.

Let's go down to that cave of yours.

Kees, I have a surprise for you.

Put it on.

Good for my image.

Fits like a glove. -Beautiful colours.

Looks pretty artistic.

Is there a mirror here somewhere?

I feel a certain tension between you. An old love affair.

Am I right? -Go look for a mirror.

Burning love!

Not the perfect delivery room. -My paintings cheer things up.

Especially Susanna and the Old Man.

Imagine that I stood here all naked.

Nice idea, actually.

I'd like to see myself the way I was seven years ago.

If you get undressed, I'll tell you how you've changed.

No one has seen me naked since I posed here for the last time.

Except my husband, of course. -How is he?

Does he still use the bow with prowess?

Not with me. He met a young violinist who had a Stradivarius.

They've been living together for two years.

Here I am again.

You're beautiful. More beautiful than ever.

I have to get dressed again.

Stay like this for a moment.

As long as that's all.

No, I won't kiss you.

No, we won't kiss.