Belgica Page #5

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The guy knows what he's doing.

- No. No!

- Jo.

- Sometimes I don't follow you.

- Honestly, Jo, Manu wasn't any good.

Manu is a pal.

We mustn't work with pals anymore,

you can't say anything to pals

if they do something wrong.

- Of course not, they are pals.

- Mohammed?

- What about your Noah's ark?

- Noah's ark? Jo, please.

That drivel. We're becoming

the favourite joint of all the lowlifes.

We have to select at the door,

goddammit. Simple.

No, I don't agree, Frank.

We weren't going to keep people out.

If we allow that, we're giving everything

up. It's the wrong choice. It's not right.

Kim, that is your spot here.

Keep a close eye on the door.

- Hi.

- Mohammed.

All right? Everything OK?

- Chico. And that is Kim. Frank.

- Welcome, welcome.

- How's things?

- Fine, fine.

- Long time no see.

- Yeah. Are you enjoying yourself?

Yeah, it's great.

Hi, pal.

Alright?

Want a drink? A beer? A beer for

Andr.

There, it's gone.

What's the matter?

I want you to pack your stuff and

leave.

There's no point anymore.

So that's how it is.

Of course there is no point.

I don't care anymore. Do you know what?

I'm not even sure it was yours.

What the f***?

- What kind of sad mess is this?

- What kind of sad mess are you?

- Do you know what? Do what you like.

- Fine, I will do what I like.

- I heard. I'll do what I like.

- I don't want to see you again.

- Piss off then.

- Selfish cow.

- Bastard. Yes, I heard you.

- Did you hear me??

- Bastard.

- F***ing b*tch. You can kiss my arse.

Loser!

- Frankie boy, are you awake, my man?

- Awake? I was born awake.

- Take one and pass them on.

- Take one and pass them on.

Right, ladies and gentlemen.

This is the new price list.

Look at it and start learning it.

Everything costs a bit more

than we thought,

so we'll have to put up the drinks.

We have also had

an extra ice machine delivered.

So fill the glass up before pouring out

the drink. More ice, less drink.

Guys, I know it's all a bit silly

but it is important.

Every little helps and

takings need to go up.

That's the man with a plan.

We love you, Jo.

And lastly...

About drink consumption.

The deal is you can drink what you like

and it'll stay that way.

But from now on I'd like... you to

write down everything you drink.

More.

Awesome. Really.

Wait, wait, wait. Stay there.

F*** Belgica, f*** the Belgica.

F*** the Belgica.

- We said at 2 o'clock.

- At 2 o'clock?

That's the middle of the night

for me, guys.

Besides, all those meetings are just

more drivel about stuff we already know.

- We're inputting the weekend's takings.

- The takings need to go up.

How are we going to achieve that?

Right. OK. We're going to...

Look who it is... Puss in boots.

- Baby?

- What's up?

- The pony wants a kiss.

- The pony wants a kiss?

Then the pony has to come to daddy.

Yeah yeah.

On the tail and... one on the nose.

There you are.

- Frank?

- What's the matter?

- Can we talk seriously?

- Seriously.

The pony is going to go and sleep

in the field for a bit now.

- Kiss.

- We can start a whole stable.

- Seriously.

- Come on.

Go on. That's enough of the drivel.

Right.

Let's go. The takings. Right. They have

to go up, I imagine? Ferre? Yeah.

Maybe we should order spicier nuts?

What do you think? A good idea? Or...

No, we'll put salt on the floor.

That'll make them thirstier.

Write that down, Ferre.

- May I?

- Go ahead.

OK. You've left Rudy to do the orders.

That wasn't what we agreed.

- Was it?

- That's delegating, Jo.

You do it too, don't you?

What crap is that?

- So what do you still do here?

- What?

What do you still do here?

- May I say something?

- Yeah, say something.

Before I used to get up

and think:

OK, great. What are we going to do?

What are we going to embark on?

What is going to happen?

And today I get up and think:

What the f***

am I going to do wrong today?

- Do you want a meeting?

- Yeah.

Fine, we'll have a meeting,

but a real meeting.

- I want to add a VIP bar.

- You want a VIP bar...

That's what I mean. I want to add

a VIP bar and I'm not allowed to.

And do you know why not? Because

the accountant here is f***ing God.

It's true. The accountant,

the accountant, the accountant...

Accountant, accountant.

What kind of sad frigging dump

is it turning into?

There are hardly any concerts

anymore.

You're turning it into

a f***ing tearoom.

- I'm turning it into a tearoom? Me?

- Yeah, a tearoom.

True, it was me who put

those monkeys on the door.

- What has that got...

- I'd forgotten that.

- That was my idea.

- What has that got to do with it?

Our policy sucks, bro.

Those doormen... Instead of more security

we've got more aggression.

That's my fault too or what?

We decided that together.

- Yeah yeah, decided it together.

- There are cops downstairs.

- There are cops downstairs.

- Why?

To see Frank.

To see Frank? Then Frank will go

and see them, Frank?

What sh*t is it now?

Were you there? Were you there or

weren't you? That's a direct question.

- Can you just answer it? Yes or no.

- They are lies.

Right.

There are some witnesses,

and Mr Dos Santos himself,

who claim he was kicked and punched.

Someone pissed on his head.

He received permanent injuries.

- You're claiming you weren't there?

- They are lies.

Manu Dewaey has confessed everything.

There are two incriminating statements.

You'll just have to see

how you explain that to the judge.

But it's not good.

- Those guys are ruining our business.

- That's how we lost Manu, isn't it?

You didn't even have the balls

to tell me.

Me.

I don't follow you.

You're going too fast for me.

It would be better if we stopped.

- We should stop.

- Yeah, sell the place.

- Yeah, we'll sell the whole thing.

- Sell it.

- Fine, we'll sell it.

- Go on then, go ahead.

I'm going to do it.

No.

I'm not stopping.

I've got it in me. I'm good at it.

I'm not giving up, I'm carrying on.

You're the real thing?

You're a big man.

I feel sorry for you. Do you know

that?

I feel really sorry for you.

All my life I thought you had balls

but you haven't got any balls.

You're a sad bastard.

- A loser. That's what you are.

- Fine.

Sad bastard.

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

You who were so against Dad,

you're exactly the f***ing same.

- Watch what you're saying.

- Exactly the same.

Drinking, neglecting your family,

plus all the rest.

I really do feel sorry for you. You sad

bastard. You really are a sad bastard.

- What's up with you?

- Hey!

F***!

Come on then, buddy.

- Goddammit.

- F***er.

F***ing d*ckhead!

Did you know they're going to sell

it?

They're going to build on it.

Honestly.

The neighbours are starting a petition.

I want no part of it.

I'm not wasting any more energy on

it.

If it's not right, it's not right.

Go on, eat your yoghurt.

What?

Oh, f***.

Do you want an egg?

Do you want an egg?

- More?

- No.

I don't care what you get up to,

Frank.

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