Bullhead

Sometimes things happen in life

so that everyone is silent.

So quiet that nobody

dare to talk about.

To anyone. Not even to yourself.

In his head no, not aloud,

not a f***ing word.

Because everything is stuck.

There deep in the fields, year after year.

But once it all back.

Just like that, from one day to another.

It may be ever so long ago,

there is always someone who gets it back.

Whatever you do, and what you think,

one thing you can be sure:

With you always.

Now, tomorrow, next week and next

years, until the end of time.

With you

What I hear, man?

Would you not put our cows?

That's a little late, huh.

You have nothing to say about it.

You do what we tell you.

You use our products

when we say.

You bring your animals to my uncle

when we say.

Size, you're lucky your father

My father has known.

When I get home...

I want to hear

Uncle Eddy you dialed.

Heb je dat goed begrepen?

Do you understand?

You only sell your bull to him

and his price.

Marc. Lon.

What is it?

- This white.

Yes, make it open.

Yes, that's good.

Put it in my suitcase

and the rest in the truck. And quickly.

Forward, men,

the rest in the truck.

Diederik, call me.

De Kuyper Marc...

can take your call.

Hay, oma.

Grandma will get you.

Come inside. With grandma

Hi, Jacky.

Hi, broer.

New wheels?

- Not bad, huh?

Look of expensive.

- No.

Price of friends.

How much?

- Six hundred.

Where did you met?

- By David.

David?

- David, David, who Waal Waremme.

All right, mate?

- Yes, yes.

What happened?

- Football, huh

Why was this a costume?

This is yet chic.

I can pay, eh. Voil.

That is, androstenedione?

It disappears completely

half an hour after you've injected.

No trace, nothing.

Animals reared in eight weeks

instead of ten, and ten percent fatter.

Cash register, cash register.

- That's good.

Even in the Hormonic States of America

they do not know.

Say that Uncle Eddy...

- They come to here.

Yes, I'll call you back later. Day, huh.

Here, see.

- Eddy.

Go to the moon?

- Eddy, all right?

Stieve. Jacky.

The slaughterhouse is once again packed.

Sam wants you something.

- Say it again.

A former business partner of mine

in Ontario has reported to me...

a client of his, Marc De Kuyper,

looking for a new supply channel.

But only I can not draw

So I'm looking for support.

Some see West Flanders

suddenly in us?

Limburg is far away.

Ontario alone is not good.

Jackie, what do you think?

- We can always go and talk.

Let me know when, Sam.

That's good.

And?

Go ahead, understand the Walloons

No guts of what we say.

Not simple, Richter. Daems shot back.

I have five bullets pumping.

Where are the toilets?

Where are the toilets?

- There in the corner.

Say that the original wheels?

- We have it as stolen.

These are the original wheels.

Eh, David?

David? We have stolen him.

- Yes, yes, we have stolen him.

That's the rest:
1,500 euros.

Listen well, friends. This car

must disappear. No hassles.

Far-dwij-tion.

Yes, yes, I understand.

Disappear.

Let his way.

Chef? You forget your box.

- No. That's a gift. From my boss.

Christian?

- What is that crap?

A steak?

- Christian?

What?

A hole.

- They can lick my hole.

Here, it's a bullet hole. Here.

- What?

That's a bullet hole.

You're right. That's a bullet hole.

- Yes, I'm right. That's...

a bullet hole.

Topspeurder hormones and hunter

Gilbert Daems...

was last night

found murdered.

Daems was slain by

several bullets.

He is strongly driven

by a stranger near his home.

Jacky?

- Yes?

Where are you?

- Here.

Phone for you. Get off that ladder.

What is it?

- It's Uncle Eddy.

Yes.

- Turn on the TV again soon.

On the news.

Well, now there is talk of Daems

itself would have shot back.

No trace of the perpetrators,

but everyone agrees...

they must be sought

in't environment of the hormone mafia.

David? David?

- I'm here.

Daems, that's him. I know it for sure.

They have killed a cop.

How do you know?

Think I for the first time

for the Flemish butchers work?

I did not know.

- You never know.

Mafia. Supporters of "Hymn to Flemish.

All fascists.

They pull that dirty Flemings.

How can you know for sure?

- Do you get anything now?

The night of the murder

two Flemings to come...

a car with a bullet hole.

Even if I'm wrong, no risks.

Certainly not for those bastards Flemish.

Watch your steak.

What do we do?

- What we do?

We're going to dump the car. We have

nothing to do with their affairs.

Disappear? My ass.

Ikske seen nothing, done nothing ikske.

- Ikske what?

Do not bother. That is Flemish.

You know?

We dump the car in their town

and wash our hands.

Wait, wait, wait.

They are going to find that car.

Think about it after, that's the idea.

Found a car, nothing fancy.

Nobody will think of a murder.

We have a problem.

- What problem?

The tires.

- Which tire?

The original tapes.

Ah yes, sh*t.

- Yeah, sh*t.

You just have to think about, eh?

When they find out

it's not the original tapes are...

I say it:

We should dump him into the canal.

That can not hurt.

- That can not hurt. Are you crazy?

us in the car it looks dump channel.

We're going back.

We're going back.

You see, with 'a little trouble...

- What?

Your steak burns.

You'll see.

The front does not match the back.

This is a disaster, huh, kid.

Look, look, he is there.

- Marc.

He's there. You see that good, huh.

Hello.

- Marc.

See that? He's still not getting away.

You help me immediately Limburg connection.

Limburg...

You may be at the table, but mouth shut.

Look carefully, listen carefully.

See that?

That's right again, do you.

Guys see him jump.

There you have it.

Who is it?

- Sam Raymond, a veterinarian...

and a connection to him from Limburg.

What's his name again?

- Jacky. Jacky Vanmarsenille.

Jacky?

Vanmarsenille?

Marc, are you OK?

- Yes, everything.

Jacky Vanmarsenille. Leon.

Sam Raymond.

- Diederik.

Let's go eat.

Yes, California...

I've been there many times.

Chausse d'amour, right?

Chausse d'amour. Do you know that?

Chausse d'amour, you know that?

Hearsay.

- He will be familiar.

It's fun there, man. That's the one

hoerenkot next to the other.

Everyone runs against thirty per hour.

There are no speed cameras bet.

A stake in your pants, yeah.

What is that?

- I do not know.

Hold on.

Something's not right.

You should not worry so.

I take care of it. Shoot it.

I'll call you later, okay?

My brother.

You go look.

Come on, guest, please take a look.

Jack.

I do not know you.

You know what I sit?

They have destroyed Daems.

Nobody there

a problem at all.

We can no longer work

as it should.

True or not?

Maybe they keep us in the eye.

You, me, here, now.

What then?

Nobody keeps me in the eye.

I love you in the eye.

Then we can talk.

I swear,

I actually thought it went wrong.

But then... beautifully played, Jacky.

"I love you in the eye. "

We should celebrate.

I know how we will celebrate.

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