Belgica Page #4

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- Because I was hungry.

What's up?

I'm pregnant.

I've been wondering what's

the matter with me for a while.

My tits are so big and all I fancy is

mashed potatoes and cigarettes.

I bought a pregnancy test and

it was positive, I'm pregnant.

- What are we going to do?

- I'm not going to keep it.

I'm not even going to think about it.

I can have a word with her.

I don't mind talking to her, no

problem.

Manu, what do you think?

I could talk to her, couldn't I?

- Talk to a woman? Good luck.

- I'll take my credit card with me.

Guys!

- Guys, pay attention.

- Sorry, Willy.

- Do you want something to drink?

- Yeah.

A glass of bubbly. Hubbly bubbly.

Hey, Rudi.

Hold on a moment.

Nikki.

If you've lost something, say so,

I'll help you look.

- What's the matter? What?

- What?

What?

Why don't you put it on the bar?

- What's the matter?

- We agreed,

- no using in public.

- What about you, you bastard?

You go upstairs to f*** women and sniff

drugs. You're a f***ing vacuum cleaner!

- Nikki, please.

- They're already calling you Snow White.

You can talk, you can. Ginger Smurf.

You have no respect for me. You drool

all over that b*tch in front of me.

- Yes, I'm talking to you.

- Well done.

And you don't need to interfere.

I'm talking to my personnel.

So I can hear. Manager of the month.

Do you know how much you are hurting

my brother? Do you?

You don't deserve a guy like him.

There, I've said it.

Kiss my f***ing arse. F***ing b*tch.

Are you completely frigging crazy?

Silly b*tch.

- What the f***ing hell is all this?

- Now it's our fault too, God damn you!

- That is unfair. Really unfair.

- Goddammit, Nikki.

- Jesus Christ, pal.

- Frank.

- Nikki, are you alright?

- Goddammit.

- Sorry, guys, but...

- Have you totally lost the plot?

You can stay out of it,

you f***ing c*nt!

What's up? What's up? What's up?

Arsehole!

- Nikki, are you alright?

- For God's sake, damn you.

- Are you off your rocker, Frank?

- Goddammit, I don't believe this.

That f***ing whining

by those stupid b*tches.

Incredible.

It's enough to drive you crazy!

- What's up?

- What's up?

They are doing f***ing lines

on the f***ing bar.

- Are you OK?

- No, I'm not OK.

I'm not OK at all.

I don't frigging believe this.

- What's going on?

- Out the way, she can't get any air.

It's not good. What happened here?

His brother punched her in the stomach.

That's what happened.

They were sticking all kinds of stuff

up their nose

and Frank went for her like a wild

thing.

- Stop going on about it.

- Why don't you do something?

Go upstairs and talk to your brother.

Nikki, call the cops.

- There's no need to go over the top.

- Hold on, sweetheart.

Don't tell me what to do. Call the cops.

Your brother has gone too far.

- Marieke, go outside. Outside.

- No! No!

- Come on, stop it. I'll sort it out. OK?

- Guys.

I damn well told you

you were heading for trouble.

- Your brother went too far.

- Your brother is the devil, man.

- Hey, Rudy, it's OK.

- No, look, I'm going to say something.

No, you're not going to say something.

You're going to shut up. Do you hear me?

Goddammit.

What is it with you lot?

I'll tell you what.

Don't come back here.

What?

Don't come back here, Nikki.

- That's it or what?

- Yes.

You're fired.

Do you know how long

I've worked at the Belgica?

F*** you.

Come on! I don't believe this!

You are a pair of f***ing bastards.

F*** it.

I fired Nikki.

Oh, come on.

That wasn't necessary, was it?

No. Not really, no.

Do you know what?

This place drives you crazy

sometimes.

It does.

- Don't you see?

- Shouldn't you go home?

- What?

- Shouldn't you go home?

Take a week off.

All right?

Take a week off and...

I'll run this place by myself.

Yeah.

OK.

- No.

- Come on, son.

- No.

- Yes, yes.

Come on, son, come here.

Come to Daddy.

Lou, come to Daddy.

Come on, son. Come here.

Hey, what's the matter?

- Go and play with Lana.

- All that drivel.

The drivel.

F*** off.

F*** off. All right.

We could keep the baby.

I'd make a good job of it.

I'd be a really good dad, I promise. What?

- What?

- What?

- What do you mean, what?

- What?

You're a good guy, Jo,

but that's not how I see my future.

I sit there waiting behind the bar.

I don't want to be on my own at night.

I sit there drinking

until you've finished work.

It would be no different with a kid.

I'm stupid but not that stupid.

I'm not going to tie myself down

with a bar owner's kid.

Besides, having a kid...

It immediately makes you old and ugly.

I want to do something with my life first.

I want to have fun,

not have to worry about anything

until real life arrives together

with its serious disappointments.

I do want a kid, somewhen maybe.

I don't know.

When I'm fed up with going out.

I'm already fed up with it.

Sometimes I'm standing there dancing and

I think:
What are these people doing here?

Haven't they got anything better

to do with their life?

Can't you open a sandwich bar

or something?

What?

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to

your favourite den of depravity.

Tonight we are presenting to you

one of the best kept secrets

in our country's rock history.

The sound they produce is

as slick as the bass player's hair.

It's... They Live.

Hi, bro, I couldn't leave you here

on your own.

Here. This is my buddy, Luc.

Luc, this is my brother, Jo.

Hey! Hey, Jo!

Hey...

I was sitting at home worrying.

Have you come back for a f***??

Take your women to a hotel,

then I don't have to watch.

What's up with him? Hey!

Jo!

Jo! Hey, come on.

- Is there a problem, pal?

- Take it easy.

What the f***?

- Where are you?

- At the door.

He's back, come on.

What's up, pal? What's up?

Come on, grab him. Grab him.

- Outside is outside, pal.

- Come on. Come on.

Leave people alone from now on.

Understand? Enough is enough.

- You're not welcome anymore.

- Did you hear that?

Did you hear that?

You don't f*** with us, you bastard.

What's up, pal?

It's OK, hold on.

It's OK, Frank.

Did you really think

we wouldn't recognise you?

Did you hit my brother?

Did you hit my brother?

- Hey, hey, hey, pal.

- Frank, that'll do, come on.

Breaking our light, picking a fight.

Hey, you. Hey, hey, hey.

- Motherf***er.

- Hey.

You don't get it, do you?

Who the hell do you think you are?

F***ing bastard.

- Did he just leave?

- Yep.

Hey, Manu!

- Without saying anything?

- Manu!

- He didn't to me.

- Dropping people in the sh*t like that.

Bad?

I would never have thought it of him.

- I'll go and talk to him.

- What?

- I'll talk to him. I want to know.

- Jo.

Leave it, buddy. Honestly.

Some guys are like that.

What are we going to do about security

now? What's the point without Manu?

It's old news. Done with.

We're doing it wrong.

We have to do it differently...

- That's what you say.

- No, that's how it is. It is.

- So what do you suggest?

- I think we should call Mohammed.

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