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Darling boy...

Darling boy, don't die please.

If anyone can save your husband

it is Dr Kaper.

Drinking a lot...

...always helps.

That's right.

Good afternoon, I'm Dr Kaper.

Good afternoon, I'm...

Very nice of you to come.

- No problem.

I brought my daughter along.

We were on our way to a wedding.

He has just lost consciousness.

You're thinking of poison?

This man's got to be taken to a hospital

double quick.

Everything will be all right, madam.

What are you doing?

I was looking for sand to mix through

my paint. I tripped over.

But darling, you don't need to tidy that up.

That's what the gardener is for.

The gardener resigned.

Why?

It was getting too much for him, he said.

Just like that?

Yes, I think his wife is ill.

He didn't want to go into it.

Oh, Richard...

I'm so sorry.

You are my only real love.

You know that, don't you?

Of course I know that.

Sometimes everything seems unreal to me.

Do you think I'm hysterical?

- Not at all.

We must trust each other...

I trust you like no other.

...And love each other.

- Without you I'd be lost, really.

There is something that surrounds us.

Something that is outside us,

but slips in now and then.

A warmth...

...a pleasant warmth that intoxicates,

but also confuses.

The shell of something that means harm.

At least that's what I think. I'm not sure.

That's a delusion...

...a hallucination, it's tiredness.

You work too hard.

I feel so guilty.

We have it so good.

We are fortunate.

And the fortunate must be punished.

- Marina darling, that is nonsense.

We were born in the West, and the West

happens to be affluent. We can't help it.

What are you doing?

What are you doing out of bed?

- I'm hungry.

We're also hungry.

Come along then.

Look! Ludwig and Pascal.

Why didn't you stop?

- Yes, why didn't you stop?

What are you doing? Why didn't you stop?

Are we out of favour or what?

- Tell him he's a d*ckhead.

You're a d*ckhead.

I'm not saying that, Ludwig says it.

Oh, and Brenda and llonka

do come in handy?

How often do I have to explain?

I'm going to hang up.

Why? Because you're drivelling

like an old woman.

Hey, Camiel.

No, it's Pascal.

I was asleep.

We'll sort it out.

Where's Mummy?

In the bath.

What a bugger of a day.

Stornebrink?

He's trying to squeeze me out,

the bastard.

Found a new gardener yet?

There are five applicants coming tomorrow.

What time?

From two o'clock on.

I'll take over from you.

Why?

The last gardener was your choice.

Now it's my turn.

As you wish, darling.

You'll hear from me.

Shall I go?

- No, I'll go.

Hello, sir.

I've come to apply for the gardener job

Do you have any training? Diplomas?

No, sir.

Then why do you apply'?

Pascal...

An applicant do you think?

Can't be.

F***...

Sir...

Hi, I'm here for the vacancy

of a gardener.

We've already got one.

What the hell is that?

Again no use?

- A black!

Yes?

Good afternoon.

I'm offering my services as a gardener.

Or maybe you have already found one?

No, no. Please, come in.

Come through.

Marina, my wife.

Camiel Bergman.

Quite a garden. That isn't child's play.

Needs some work done.

May I take a look around?

- Certainly.

There's a blue moped outside the front door.

It belongs to that gentleman.

That gentleman may be our new gardener.

Is our gardener dead?

- No, he has moved.

To Australia.

Please girl...

Go get some help.

Please.

It needs a lot of pruning.

Some plants and trees will never thrive here.

Mowing, aerating, fertilising...

Then we remove everything we get rid of.

How long is it going to take?

Three weeks.

- Can't you do it faster?

I could, but I'd have to sleep here

somewhere.

There's no need for anything special.

A mattress on the floor will do.

The summer house.

There's a bed. A wash basin.

Why? We have a guest wing.

Will you two excuse me?

It may not have your interest, but

much more could be done in this garden.

What's the big idea?

Why did you have to make this kaput?

Why did you have to make this kaput?

Kaput?

- What did you say?

Kaput?

' Kaput!

Yes, and I'm asking you why.

That bear was lovingly put together

by human hands.

Maybe even by children's hands.

Children who haven't a life

as good as yours.

Children who can't go to school,

or to a doctor when they are ill.

That bear was brought to this country

in a plane or on a boat.

And then it went in a van to the city,

to the toy shop.

That bear has travelled

an enormous distance.

One day I was looking for a present for you

and I saw this bear in the shop window.

And Mummy had never seen

such a sweet bear before.

She bought it to make you happy.

But Mummy shouldn't have done that

Nothing gets deliberately broken

in this house! Understand?

Marina...

What? Something wrong?

Can't I tell off my own daughter?

Do you know better?

Come along, kids.

Isolde...

Mummy is very tired. She's overworked.

She doesn't mean it that way.

Darling...

I've got something to eat for you.

- Just leave it there.

Is Camiel your real name,

or do you have other names?

My name is Camiel.

You must eat something.

- I must?

Not must, but may.

It is good to eat when you're working.

It's rolls. They dry out quickly in the sun.

If you don't want to eat, tell me

and I'll take it away again.

I'm taking it back again.

If you're hungry, let me know.

Shall I leave the water bottle behind?

I'll put it in the shade.

I'm putting it down here.

You've got to look, or you can't find it.

Are you done?

Don't you have any feelers?

I am the new gardener.

I have an assignment.

You wanted to play, you said.

- I am playing.

I play at being a gardener.

Who are they?

Haven't they introduced themselves?

- No.

Guys... This is Marina.

Ludwig.

Pascal.

When the white child was missed

a search was organised.

In the village church,

people prayed to Jesus.

But as you know Jesus is a bloody bore,

only interested in himself.

That evening, heavily armed divers went

down to the bottom of the forest lake.

Fifteen minutes later they came up,

trembling with fear.

Couldn't speak a word.

What was it? What did you see?

the villagers asked.

It's no use, the eldest diver finally

stammered.

The beast is too big and the white child

has been swallowed anyway.

The white child's mother

fell to the ground, weeping.

I want my baby back, I want my baby back.

You can't mean that, said the diver.

Your child is in the beast's guts.

It's already half digested.

Now the mother stood up

and looked at the villagers.

Is no one brave enough to get my baby

so that I can give her a decent burial?

There was a silence.

But not for long, because Antonius,

the cripple, stepped forward.

I will fetch your child, he said.

EA chilly breeze started blowing

and the mother kissed Antonius"s hands

Why are you doing this?

Why in God's name?

- What?

Do you hate me that much?

- I don't hate you at all. I love you.

Oh, it's for love

that you carve up my paintings?

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