Belgica Page #2

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And you don't stop.

I'm becoming f***ing boring, sweetie.

I don't want that.

Life is whizzing past,

I need a challenge.

A challenge?

How about moving to South Africa?

- Is that what you want? Life is OK, isn't?

- Yes, life is OK, sweetie, but...

Come on, be honest.

We're falling asleep.

Where has the time gone when we...

A bit rock 'n' roll.

A bit rock 'n' roll?

A bit rock 'n' roll? Here.

A bit rock 'n' roll.

A f***ing bar.

A bit rock 'n' roll.

The more you object,

the more I'll go for it.

The opportunity is there,

I'm going to do it. Sorry.

You...

Fine.

Here, give that to me.

Goddammit, I don't believe this.

Sh*t.

Sorry, pal.

It's this f***ing idiot here.

Why did we bother putting boards

there?

- Shall we call the cops?

- The cops? No need.

One, two, three.

Take it easy, don't overdo it.

- OK?

- Yeah, I'm OK.

Right. It's not OK?

- Come on, it's a great place.

- Fantastic.

Hey Momo, the entrance will be there.

Over there.

So make a hole there, with a door in it.

Are you tired?

He can...

Welcome to

your favourite den of depravity.

Tonight we at the Belgica are presenting

the try-out of the new record

by the group led by musical genius

and steaming sex god Davy Coppens...

Here, specially for you are The Shitz.

Yes!

Can you hear them?

Let's have a drink.

Oh, man, man, man. That beer...

- Where is that beer?

- Where are the drinks?

- I'm thirsty.

- Hey, where are the drinks?

- Where are those drinks?

- We're here, buddy.

Bring some good-looking babes with

you.

What is that, buddy?

That was brilliant, it really was.

Really really good. Honestly.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

- My friend knows Davy.

So I came to say hello.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Welcome.

They say it's a great place here now.

The toilets don't stink anymore.

Maybe that's why.

Aren't you going to buy me a drink?

Maybe.

Of course. What do you want?

- It's true.

- Yeah, or a waltz. One, two, three.

It's like pesto, it's pesto.

Jazz is pesto,

rock 'n' roll is spaghetti Bolognese.

- One, two, three and off he goes.

- Don't, pal. Just...

- F*** you.

- Are you serious?

Bye, guys.

- Good evening.

- What? Good evening?

- Were you born like that?

- No.

My eye closed when I was two months

old.

My mother took me to the doctor.

There was some kind of fungus on it.

And then?

And then nothing. My retina was f***ed

and there was nothing they could do.

Weren't you bullied a lot at school

when you were a kid?

They poked fun at me but...

if anyone dared say anything

they got beaten up by my brother.

Nice to have a brother like that.

- Hey, what's all this?

- It's tragic. Tragic.

- Hey, my little man. What's up, son?

- He has been like it all day...

What's the matter? Come on, son.

Hey. Look, he's with his daddy

and he's quiet now.

I'm not gonna say anything.

It's brilliant?

The stage will be there.

- It's not finished yet, of course.

- The stage there?

And here of course...

The lighting and everything

still have to be done.

Yeah, probably.

I think it's lovely. Really, really

nice.

- He's overcome.

- I think he is, I think he is.

I'd like to introduce you

to Katrien and Jan.

They are going to help Nikki

and Rudy behind the bar.

We're looking for more people

for behind the bar and to do the cleaning,

so if you know anyone

send them along.

- So you'll be working with us?

- Hope so.

- He speaks good Dutch.

- I'm from Ledeberg.

Harissa.

- Harissa.

- Who? Larissa?

Yes, here.

- Lord, bless this food.

- Yeah, right.

- Cheers.

- Pass it along. Lou, pass it along.

Pass it along, Lou.

Momo, it's really delicious.

Are there sultanas in it?

Yes, it's my mother's recipe.

My mother's is potatoes, sausage

and stewed apple from a tin.

That's all she can cook.

Jo, your Marieke is one in a thousand.

You should hang onto her.

Listen, listen.

- Honestly, Frank.

- Look, Lou.

- Daddy is going to behave strangely again.

- He's crying already.

Write a song about it.

About our experience.

Here they are:

The Shitz with Harissa.

Hello? What are you doing here?

- This is going to be a brilliant place.

- Yeah yeah.

- I'm Mohammed.

- Hello, Mohammed. Nikki.

- I have a security firm.

- A what?

A security firm. I've got various doormen

in the city. Maybe you've heard of me?

- Would you like a coffee or something?

- No, thank you.

I see you are expanding. Bigger is

good.

But it attracts the wrong people.

They will be trouble. I can guarantee that.

I'm sure you are right but...

we keep a close eye on

everything ourselves.

But you haven't got anyone on the door.

You are going to have problems.

Gangs, tramps, Moroccans.

Turks, blacks.

Once they're inside...

If they start fighting

it's a lot of work to get them outside.

I understand

but we don't really want it.

I mean, we're not really

that kind of place...

- We're not a club.

- Exactly.

Tell me,

what kind of crowd are you aiming at?

Lowlifes? Or decent people?

People who come to shell out,

fork out, spend money?

Or guys in their working clothes

who come for a quick beer after work?

- Well?

- Come on, guys.

- That doesn't fit in with the party people.

- Why not?

Look, man. My philosophy is this:

All people are born innocent

but most don't stay that way.

That's why men are put on the door.

To separate the wolves from the

lambs.

To keep out trouble.

To refuse entry to the bad guys.

Like a sort of coffee filter.

That filters out the dregs. Understand?

Look, you're right.

We'll have a talk about it. There.

OK?

- OK.

- We'll discuss it and let you know.

- I'll look forward to hearing from you.

- Bye.

- Bye, good luck.

- Thank you for your time.

Let's go back to the normal people.

To the loneliness I no longer face,

to love, to friendship.

That's what you get here.

Love. One love. Respect.

- You can feel it's moving, man.

- It's moving lots.

You can tell from

the good-looking women who come.

That's true, Nikki. Look at me.

Guys, guys, guys.

Do you know what our secret is?

I'll tell you.

People want to forget their worries

and they can do that at the Belgica.

We, guys, we are the rock

in the f***ing pond.

We create the ripples on the water.

What are we?

What are we?

We are Noah's f***ing ark.

Everywhere may be flooded outside but

inside with us everyone is nice and dry.

Frank, please, don't.

- I'm outside, aren't I?

- We're in the doorway.

I'm outside.

OK.

Yeah, that's the alleyway.

Can't be any wider.

And this is the only emergency exit?

Right.

It's fine as far as I'm concerned.

I can issue a licence for eighty people.

That is the maximum capacity

without extra emergency exists.

Like you say, an exit at the front

isn't allowed.

People would have to go through

those in the bar.

If something happens in the bar,

then what? All those people in a panic.

They all have to go through that little

alleyway. The law is the law, sir.

- When is the opening?

- In ten days.

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