Business Is Business Page #3

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- No.

- What's this?

- A concert.

A concert?

Why bring me here?

- You have classical music.

- Yes, for the clients.

I play it for the mood.

They like it.

- You like it?

- No, it's boring.

- Shhh! People can hear you.

- People...

A bunch of idiots.

Quiet...

And put that away.

- I eat at the movies.

- This is a concert.

Here people behave,

and so should you.

I don't give a damn about

behaving properly.

Or about the concert.

They're all stupid cows.

They're all just normal people.

If you're ashamed

in front of them, forget it.

Never.

It had to end anyway.

- Because of the concert?

- My wife is pregnant.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

I didn't want

to ruin your evening.

Nice evening. Goodbye.

- I can't just leave her.

- 'Course not.

Is it too late?

They fit, madam.

Get busy.

Yes, madam.

Pardon me, madam.

Thank you, madam.

May I continue?

What's this?

Dust...

Oh, madam.

Dirty, rotten, filthy slut.

- Filthy pig.

- I do my best, madam.

- I'll even dust the chair.

- The floor.

What's that? Dust?

Dust balls.

You're a filthy pig.

You'll have to go.

No, madam. Don't fire me.

- I'll get another cleaner.

- Think of my children.

Shut up you filthy...

Sorry. Was it too hard?

Oh, madam,

it's never been so good.

Compliments from the girls.

What's the matter?

I'm so surprised.

Bob likes everything spotless.

- A royal visit from Amsterdam.

- Hi, Bob.

- Here, darling. For you.

- Thank you.

Nice of you to come.

Nel doesn't have many friends here.

Hi, guys.

- Nice.

- Lovely.

Two for the price of one.

Great buy.

I'll get dinner.

That was a flop, wasn't it?

I have something else.

- But she doesn't want it.

- She doesn't dare yet.

- Put in a good word, okay?

- Tonight?

It might take some time.

Take her back

to Amsterdam with you.

- But you'll need to do your part.

- Leave it to me.

Dinner is ready.

- How are things in Amsterdam?

- Just fine.

- And business is good.

- What do you do?

She's a seamstress.

The same as I was.

- You don't seem the type.

- No?

It's really fun,

all us girls together.

- Aren't you hungry?

- No, not really.

This isn't the first time.

Are you all right?

Maybe she should get away

for a few days.

- Where would I go?

- To Amsterdam.

- Stay with Greet for a few days.

- Say yes.

Should I really?

- Don't forget.

- No.

Bye, sweetheart.

- Sure you'll be fine?

- Of course I will.

Bye, sweetie.

-Fill 'er up, ma'am?

-Yes. Can I use the phone?

In the office.

Leo?

Greet here.

Nel's coming back with me.

Listen...

- Where to?

- Leo's.

- Straight to the pub?

- Of course.

It's a busy night.

- We can earn a bit.

- I didn't come for that.

Come on, let's have some fun.

Hey, guys.

Look who's here.

How about 1 50 for tonight?

You hear that? 1 50.

Nel, in one shot, like you

used to do.

One, two...

Hey, there's Nel.

How're you doing?

Still in Eindhoven?

- Coming back?

- Me? I don't know yet.

You can't go back to Sjaak.

He's with Jopie now.

Give it back.

Come on, we're going home.

- Bye, everyone.

- Bye.

- Trying to get her back?

- What do you mean?

- Leave her be.

- She wants it.

Welcome home.

- Who lives upstairs now?

- Nobody.

- You were a great success.

- I can get whoever I want.

We can get rich.

- You can sleep with me.

- And for free.

Keep your hands to yourself.

No nonsense.

- What a great evening.

- Know what?

Have the operation

and we could get married.

What about these?

- Who's that?

- Albert.

Now?

- He has an appointment.

- Not now.

Business comes first.

- You can join in, like you used to.

- You think I should?

You can make some extra cash.

Come on.

Just like before?

Follow me please, sir.

Get undressed.

Lie down.

- Look at that.

- At what, doctor?

He's been touching his wound.

It's festering.

It's a filthy mess.

What happens

if you touch your wound?

- It starts to fester, doctor.

- Right.

- We'll have to operate.

- No, please, doctor. No.

Hands off your wound.

Anaesthetic, nurse.

No, no. Not again. Please, doctor.

Not again...

No...doctor...

Doctor...

Sister... Enough...

Towels.

The knife.

Knife!

What's up with her?

That was pretty shitty, dammit.

Amateurs.

- Sorry, suddenly I felt sick.

- A great way to get rid of him.

- I couldn't help it.

- It cost me a pile.

Great. I'm sick

and all you think about is money.

Not your worry anymore,

now that you have a gentleman, right?

- Keep Bob out of it.

- You don't give a damn about Bob.

That's not true.

'Two for the price of one.'

What a mean thing to say.

You're trying to break us up.

Jealous b*tch.

Is this what I came for?

- What are you doing?

- I'm leaving.

I've had it with whores.

- Nel's on the war path.

- Dare to be out on your own?

- Where's Greet?

- Still doing it for ten bucks?

- They asked for you.

- Yes, an eighty-year-old.

Hey, we kept a spot for you.

Or would you rather

go to Eindhoven?

What's wrong?

What's the matter?

Need you ask?

She's pregnant.

A child.

Ma'am...

...this'll do.

- All right, dear?

- Yes.

Greet.

- How's daddy doing?

- What a coincidence.

So, getting on again?

Everything is pretty good now,

with a child on the way.

A child...

It could've happened to us.

I'm silly enough.

No, it's not my thing.

Come and have a look.

My wife...

See you around.

If it's a girl,

call her Greet, okay?

Bye.

How sweet.

- Nervous, darling?

- No.

They're coming.

We are the girls

From the sweat shop over there

We pay homage

For Nel's getting married

We are the girls

From the sweat shop over there

We all call out...hurrah!

Out of my way.

Hey, put me down.

Nasty b*tches, filthy sluts.

...to fulfill the marital duties.

What is your answer to be?

Yes.

Yes.

Then I now declare that...

... Nel Mulders and Bob de Vries...

...are united in marriage.

- I won't tell, but are you one of them?

- Of what?

One of those I've seen standing

on the street. What are they called?

Prostitutes.

Sometimes. Do you mind?

No. Actually, I always wanted

to speak to one.

But I was scared.

Is that childish?

We don't bite.

Stop by and see for yourself.

- I'm a married man now.

- That's true.

Nel wouldn't approve.

Do you mind if your

husband visits a whore?

I mean, just to visit...

A joke, right, Bob?

You don't think

I'd go to a whore.

Never.

He's hilarious.

- Are you ready to go?

- But I'm having so much fun.

Come on.

- You have to work again tomorrow.

- Yes, darling.

Thanks, for everything.

Greet!

Off with you now.

Is this a bad time, madam?

Madam, what a wonderful...

...mess.

What an ugly mess.

Such dilicious filth.

Did you save it for me?

May I clean it all up?

The whole bit.

Madam, my cap...

...my apron, my pumps...

...my duster...

When you're ready...

I'm ready.

What's this? Dust!

Dirty, filthy, rotten b*tch!

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