Black Rider Page #2

I'm happy to see an old friend again.

-So am I.

But we'll also meet in different

circumstances.

We will?

-That's for sure.

If it hasn't happened already.

I like you, Fons.

-I like you too, Rinus.

But I'm here for my work.

And I like to do my work well.

I don't like to shoot at friends.

-I don't like to run them over.

One of these days,

I may have to shoot at you.

While that's the case, I don't

like you visiting me.

So finish your coffee, leave

and don't come back.

That's Liza.

I don't want to give you

a guilty conscience.

Little children grow up.

I'm a teacher.

In Hulst.

In that dress?

-No, I was at a party tonight.

I heard a lot about you there.

You go upstairs.

Mummy and daddy have to talk.

I've been thinking and

I don't want her to grow up with you.

You're no better than me.

I think we should send her

to a boarding school.

Because we're setting a bad

example for her here?

What about yourself?

-That's only temporary.

This whoring business of

yours is here to stay.

At least I worry about a child that

isn't even mine.

Are you insane?

You live off the whoring business.

I live off my own money.

And who gave you that beautiful car?

Who's always helping you?

I understand. Your old friend Rinus

thinks you're too good for this life.

If we get the child out of here,

she might become a decent person.

Here she has no chance.

Do you still love me?

Look guys, a new child in our class.

Tell us what your name is.

-Rozeke Ruiter.

Hello, Mr Ruiter, what a surprise.

-Do I only get a handshake?

We only kiss the children here.

Will you look after her well?

How did it go?

-Fine.

No problems?

-Not really.

I want to introduce you

to a few people.

Look, Ruiter.

Straight from America.

And this?

-Real nylons. Seamless.

Look what else we got.

So you're the Black Rider.

Yes, so what?

We should get to know each other.

-I don't think so.

I don't smoke.

Schellekens.

-Congratulations.

Drinks on the house.

They're excellent customers.

Why did you ruin it?

The things they bring.

Look.

Seamless.

Those are the Schellekens guys.

They're underworld.

And who are you?

Small time smuggler.

You could work for them.

I don't work for gangsters.

-If you could make 3 or 4 times more?

Good evening.

Ruiter's not cooperative.

Has someone made a mistake?

He must have misunderstood me.

-Be clearer with him.

We will be too.

But if you could make 3 or 4 times

more...

What does it matter if it's butter

or weapons?

It's not about the weapons, but about

the bastards who make money on them.

But it's for a good cause.

The weapons are for the Algerian rebels.

That's a good cause.

The Schellekens cousins have

the contacts.

I'm going to have a drink

somewhere nice.

He doesn't understand he's my only

guarantee the cousins won't cheat me.

When he's involved,

I know I'll get my money.

We'll see.

The way he talks to you...

He doesn't really love you.

I've always thought that.

What's your intention?

You're never interested in me.

Even though I can give you a good life.

I'm going to do big business with

those Schellekens men.

Ruiter's risking his life for your

stupid butter.

Are you turning your back

on him now?

I'm paying him, ain't I?

-But you make the most on it.

Go get a girl there.

Plenty of choice.

You're leaning against my car.

Now I need to have it washed again.

You don't understand.

We want to do business with you.

Make money.

Yes, go upstairs. I'll work

my ass off with that bloody butter.

Not so hard!

Is anything coming?

Customs officers?

-No, the bull.

I swear, they're fantastic

drivers.

But not as good as Ruiter.

Ruiter's the best.

Yes, but they're next.

They're learning from Ruiter.

Alright, we'll try it.

But first a test run.

Give them the car.

Empty.

Damn, customs officers.

Did you confiscate it?

-Last night.

And the driver?

-He got away.

That's great but nothing has changed

since you arrived.

We're doing our best. I was almost run

over the other day.

Everybody's talking about

the Black Rider.

He's playing with our balls.

Is it because you're friends?

You were mates in the Resistance.

And you've been to see him

after you came back.

We all know that.

It's logical that people start

to think that way.

We'll have to crack down

on them harder.

My men get 10% of everything they

confiscate.

We don't have that in

the Netherlands.

The Dutchman calls that corruption.

Do something about it,

Uzerman.

Are you the local comedian?

-Only when the radio's off.

It's war between us now.

-Aren't we old friends?

That's why it's war.

They think I'm letting you

get away.

Because of our friendship.

-But I'm not letting you get away.

Not anymore.

Are you challenging me?

I accept the challenge.

Cell tires. Indestructible.

I put them on your car.

Can I have that gun?

-Arguing with Milou?

What do you mean?

-It's just a question.

Uzerman's back at the border.

-Damn.

Are you going to shoot at him?

-No, he wants to shoot at me.

I don't want to be empty-handed.

We're a flying brigade after all.

I hope we don't see anything tonight.

-Why not?

They don't like to give way.

I've never seen them stop at

a traffic light either.

What is it?

A scout.

Damn it!

Don't start polishing your car.

Go after him!

Hear how they're shooting.

-You'd think it was Chicago.

This time he went too far

with his stunts.

He's used a flame-thrower.

A gendarme got badly burned.

When did it happen?

-Last night.

First he poured petrol over the road

and then he lit it.

But I was chasing the Black

Rider myself last night.

Are you sure?

Or are you protecting your friend?

No, I'm not sure.

He's wanted for manslaughter

in all of Belgium.

Is there proof that he did it?

-It was his Cadillac.

Did someone recognise him or

write down his license number?

There's only one white Cadillac

in the area.

That's no proof.

There are many white Cadillacs.

You can go into hiding here.

That seems the safest thing to do.

I'd better go back to the Netherlands.

I'd prefer if they caught me there.

They'd kill me here.

-You're wounded and you need to rest.

Stay here.

Sit down there.

I'll make you breakfast.

Jean-Louis!

-What?

You're not screwing me over,

are you?

We've been working together for years.

I'm on your side.

He's here now.

Alright.

I'll keep him occupied.

We're coming.

The coffee will be ready soon.

It's not a court, Madam.

You don't have to testify at all.

The same applies to this gentleman.

This morning I got a phone call

that my friend Fons Ruiter...

is accused of the murder of

a Belgian gendarme...

using a flame-thrower.

That's not possible.

Fons spent all night with me.

Fons spent all night with you?

There are plenty of witnesses.

And another thing.

He didn't drive his white Cadillac

last night.

He happened to have loaned his

car to this gentleman. Right?

There are plenty of witnesses.

Who drove that car then?

It was stolen from my property.

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