Bullhead Page #9

Hey, I speak to you. Where were you?

He has been drinking again.

Look. He has been drinking again.

Come, sit down somewhere. It's good.

Go sit down somewhere. There in the corner.

Look, drunken man.

I've brought someone.

What say you, Jacky?

Sand about it? Diederik here

guarantees us't trust.

Come on.

Are you behind my back to the

negotiate with De Kuyper?

It's... No... No.

I mean...

It's more like a surprise.

To show that everything is okay.

What did I tell you?

I told you

that deal with De Kuyper was canceled.

You know what it is with you?

You have nothing. No balls on your body.

Want to know how it is?

Come on, Jack.

- What do you want?

You never know what it is.

Both. You have to do both.

Ah, sir Vanmarsenille.

How are you? Everything good?

Nice weather today, eh.

Hello,

you are the brother Stieve?

It's annoying.

We only have the old tires.

The new coming, they are ordered.

Just a little patience, they're coming.

My brother has already paid?

- Yes.

So he has paid

ties for which he had?

You circusaap.

No, no. Please.

- Shut up.

I do it ever again.

Why deceive us?

- I will not do it.

What have we done?

I will not do.

He always talks too fast.

- It's all about the tires, eh?

What about it?

- A special brand.

I'll's a special brand business.

Jacky. What is here?

What are you doing?

That's not normal anymore.

I told you:

Buy your tires at a tire shop.

True or not?

Sorry, guests.

Do you not shower?

Flemish bunch a**holes.

On Thurs.

You are sick.

- Come on, Christian.

All for one set of tires?

Have you seen how they were added?

You never answered. For years I try.

And yet you treat me just like sh*t.

You know what I've done for you?

I was always there for you.

With your thirtieth birthday...

I'm going to deduct posters

when she wanted to celebrate your osfeest.

Yes. And I am the thick neck...

because I am against people saying that they

Never can say motherf***er in your neighborhood.

Keep your mouth.

- Save me.

I am the only one you have.

Remember that it is not.

Stieve...

Stieve.

Remember that it is not.

Here, Sustanon. Good stuff,

not derivative from Poland or Russia.

How much to you? 250 mg?

Intramuscular injection, eh. Okay?

Testoviron. You had asked for it?

- No, not yet.

No? Mestanolone, very aggressive, huh.

I also have derivatives, such as DHT.

BHV not, eh.

- No, no...

Well, Mestanolone, ten to thirty mg

per day, thirty mg maximum.

And absolutely no alcohol.

Otherwise, your liver breaks within a week.

We know each other does not.

I say it better.

And that?

- That?

That Methyltestosterone. Do you know that?

That is what we call high rating.

Bazooka. Very, very dangerous.

That I do not give to everyone.

I take a risk here.

Long ago, Bruno.

Should we even call your sister?

Lucia here. Leave a message...

- Something to leave a message?

You know why I'm here?

Do you? Because I'll get something.

You know what I'll get?

A memory.

That face you have never drawn.

Say, Mom,

I think I've seen him.

That boy. His father came to his show,

twenty years ago or so.

I have to constantly think of him.

He is. I'm sure.

Is he threatening you come?

- No, Mom.

Because... it was an accident, eh...

- Yes, yes, Mom.

We know that,

the accidents of Bruno.

Therese, there's gin?

- I come.

Diederik, for you too?

- Yes.

That case in Limburg, I pull myself back.

There's too much sh*t in the air.

Diederik, you speak French?

- A little.

Go to Liege. There are two garage owners

with my balls rattle.

Say you're driven by Richter.

Not by me, by Richter.

Richter can not go yourself?

When they open their mouths

on Richter and his car...

then he turns them into it flesh.

Say it's.

If you dare open your mouth at once...

In French, boy.

Eva, Diederik here.

There's something going on.

I need two guys to intimidate.

A certain David and Christian.

I think that...

more to know about those of you BMW.

Eve, the results are in.

Of the BMW.

Ah, Eva. Come inside.

The lab in which BMW

Daems found a ball.

Impact number four is just

in the BMW.

The bullet hole is filled with polyester.

Inside body,

two fingerprints.

David Filippini. Convictions for healing.

Nephew of Christian Filippini,

ditto plus assault and robbery.

Those guys have been seen in Vanmarsenille.

The SIE is on its way to calculate them.

- A message from my informant. Second.

Eva, Diederik here.

There's something going on.

I need two guys to intimidate.

A certain David and Christian.

Oh, f***.

You are the garage owners?

David and Christian?

Who wants to know?

- Richter.

Damn.

- I got a message from him.

If you solve a word about the BMW,

Zwan sausages he makes you nuts.

What?

- And where?

Tripe, damn.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Lucia, stupid goat.

Hello.

- What are you doing here?

A friend.

She must wait.

Why did you come here?

Oh, but what does that do? You know her.

Daphne. She was with me in the club.

Are you a long time gone?

- No.

Again.

I should call her back. It seems

urgent, must be something in the store.

Yes, Daphne. What is it?

- That guy in the disco...

Who? Vincent? That seducer?

Yes. Did you sleep in that day before yesterday?

- I do not dive with anyone in bed.

Wait. He's in a coma.

He has beaten each other like an animal.

He will remain a plant.

If he ever wakes up.

Hello? Lucia? Hello?

Everything okay?

Yes, yes. But I got to go.

An urgent case. I have to go.

I will come for that perfume.

- Yes. Well.

See you then.

Day, Peter.

Put your. Come on.

Nobody can see you.

Antony stays with you.

Sh*t, I am fed up with you.

I'm sick of you all Flemings.

Bunch of a**holes.

I did not do anything.

But I did not kill him, huh.

It's David.

He has suggested to me that Fleming.

I want you to steal a car for me.

Christian is my cousin, a nice guy,

but he has friends who...

Do not worry, Flemish friend.

Cars disappear is our business.

He would never get rid of that car.

He wanted to sell the parts.

The next day Christian

with Bayerische Motoren Werke...

a BMW 5.

- It's over.

Stolen...

- In Liege.

No, that David has stolen BMW

in Namur.

Richter came back with's bastard

Hymn of the Flemish.

A butcher, with a scarf of Bruges.

I did not say anything,

but I asked myself:

David, how do you know that Flemish

bastards?

My Flemish friends.

What are you doing with those people,

I wondered.

Suddenly, five hours later

Flemish legionnaire who was back there.

He dumps the car in the garage

and what do I see? The bullet hole.

I think they...

- Someone killed.

The hormones hunter.

Which bands?

- Christian wanted to sell them.

Ah, those tires.

I knew that one of the brothers

Vanmarsenille drove a BMW...

So I thought, why does not he?

I know him quite well.

He comes along when he goes to the whores.

I have the tires changed and the old

Richters put tires on BMW.

The next day I hear the news

on the radio.

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