Belgica Page #6

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- What?

- I don't care what you get up to.

Our son says he never sees his dad.

I'm here, aren't I?

We've seen you three times this

month.

But I'm here now, aren't I?

Frank.

Goddammit.

He would just like you

to read him a story for once.

That's all.

A f***ing story.

And who came and joined him?

Suddenly the two of them

made music together.

They looked up and what did they see?

There were three of them. Then, from

a long way away, out of the forest...

Then Mummy came into the forest too.

Everything started to light up

because Mummy was a fairy.

Ferre, honestly,

there are overlooked possibilities here.

It's true. You just have to...

What's being done with this?

What are we doing with it?

Why are we holding meetings here?

We can go back to the office. Can't we?

This overlooks the street, pal.

Hey!

We can't not do anything with it, can we?

We'll make an extra bar here.

The brewer hasn't been paid

for three weeks.

We'll pay him, we always do.

It's not that difficult.

Simple, keep it simple.

Just a little wooden bar there.

Bamboo stools, everything exotic.

We'll buy some old stuffed animals

and birds from the market.

Chuck it all in here.

We are in the f***ing jungle.

And we'll call it...

the Barbarian.

The Bar-bar-ian.

- Not bad.

- The Barbarian, pal.

We'll hang up loads of photos of guys

who've already played at the Belgica.

A nice tribute?

The Belgica's Wall of Fame.

We've got something to prove.

If Jo comes back...

He'll go crazy. Great present?

A f***ing VIP bar.

Right...

Emilio, here's to you, buddy. Cheers.

Almost had no fontanelle anymore.

You're a right one, you are!

Make sure you take good care of him.

Here's Uncle Jo.

- Oh, Jo. How's things?

- Fine.

Congratulations, uncle.

A photo, a photo.

Lou, come here, come on.

Hi.

- Hello, Jo.

- Marieke.

- How are you?

- Fine.

- And you? How are things at the Belgica?

- I'm stopping.

- I'm not a bar owner anymore.

- Why?

- What will you do now?

- I don't know. What about you?

I stopped studying.

But I'm still having fun.

I miss you.

Yeah...

Jo...

I really loved you, I really did.

But I'm with Davy now.

- I am.

- With Davy?

Yes, with Davy.

Yeah, yeah.

That's how it is now.

You'll find another girl.

I'm off.

- That amount?

- Yes.

Yes, that amount.

You are joking?

That's half of what it's worth.

Seriously, Jo.

You know I put a lot more into it.

What was that place worth

before I came along?

A twentieth of the money I sank into

it.

- I didn't find any...

- Of course you didn't.

- Most was cash in hand.

- I'm going by the official figures.

The official figures? Really?

Belgium is kept going by cash in hand.

- Be serious.

- You squandered money, Frank.

You squandered money, my money too.

You...

If I hadn't paid the damn fire service

the place wouldn't even have opened.

Jo, come on.

You know as well as I do that

I went and gave Schollaert some cash.

Don't you?

- That was your decision.

- What?

It was your decision.

I don't believe this.

- I don't want to drop you in the sh*t.

- Don't you? What are you doing then?

Just the official figures. Yeah?

Brilliant.

- Brilliant.

- If you can't pay,

find another partner,

find someone to buy my shares.

Honestly!

When do you want it by?

What the f***?

What the f***?

Goddammit.

Goddammit, Frederic, buddy.

Goddammit.

Sh*t!

My phone.

What are you doing?

What?

What are you doing, Frank?

- Give him to me, Frank.

- F***.

Give him to...

Give me my baby, Frank.

Give me my...

- Sweetheart.

- Damn you!

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart?

Go away, Frank. Go away.

Go away and ruin everything.

You retarded arsehole.

Go away, I don't ever want

to see you again.

Not this, not this.

Not to me and not to him, Frank.

Not like this.

- Thank you for coming.

- You're welcome.

Frank isn't doing too well.

I don't know

what's going on between you, Jo.

I don't want to know either.

But I can't see things working out

OK.

He put all our money into the Belgica,

got into debt too.

I'm scared, Jo.

He needs you, Jo.

- Ferre, where is Frank?

- I don't know where he is. I don't know.

I've run out of money.

So we've got no choice,

we'll just have to carry on together.

Come on, bro.

We're a golden duo?

Look at this place.

It's fantastic, isn't it?

- What if we do it the other way around?

- What?

What if I give you the amount

I want you to give me?

That's the only solution.

But you can't do that, Jo.

You haven't got any money either.

All your money is in the business too,

just like mine.

I could carry on with Ferre and Rudi.

You three?

Yes.

- Without me?

- Yes.

- What if you...

- They say they'll leave if you stay.

But Jo...

Everyone is doing a U-turn.

It's true, I f***ed things up. OK.

I lost the plot. I did.

You should help me.

But what do you do?

You push me even deeper into the sh*t.

I am helping you.

You can forgive everyone

but you can't forgive me?

Well, f*** you, buddy!

Come on, let's go upstairs.

There's a party going on.

Hold on, hold on... Stop. Stop.

Just a moment.

Just a moment. Yeah, go on.

- More?

- What is that?

Special K. Great?

Frank, are you OK?

Sorry, brother.

I didn't do it right.

You did do it right.

You did do it right.

- Can you manage, Momo?

- Yeah.

Weren't you going to do it

right up to the edge, sweetie?

- Or are we going to saw that off?

- We'll saw it off.

- A beer?

- Thanks.

- Jo?

- No, thanks, I'm going to work.

- Brother. Bye, buddy.

- Bye.

I've been thinking, sweetheart.

Maybe we should have solar panels

after all.

Honestly, that's the future. It is.

- It's ecological too. I'd do it.

- I don't know.

Yeah, let's do it.

- Are you OK, buddy?

- I'm OK. What about you?

- She's good, isn't she?

- Very.

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