Ciske de Rat Page #3

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I wouldn't dream of it!

I won't let our good

atmosphere be ruined

by that little

juvenile delinquent!

Maatsuyker, you were aware

of his background

when you enrolled him here.

Then you can't send him

away just like that.

That very much

remains to be seen!

I'm taking it up with

the school inspector.

Do what you feel you must do.

Don't forget that I'm the

head of this school!

You'd do well

to realize that...

Inspector!

I've never seen that man

get so angry.

Old fool.

Instead of him packing off that

miserable John Verkerk,

the Rat cops the lot again!

But it's not all true what

you said, is it?

He can just kick the Rat

out of school.

Of course he can.

But I can give it a try,

can't I?

The Rat likes it here.

Am I mistaken, or are you

really fond of him?

Is that so strange?

You could help him.

The juvenile judge wants

a guardian for Ciske.

Interested?

Me?

Why not?

You kill two birds

with one stone.

Maatsuyker can't

get rid of him

and Ciske gets a guardian

who'll do him some good.

What'll it be?

Mrs. Freimuth?

I'm Ciske's teacher.

My name is Bruis.

What has he been up to

this time?

I've only come

to introduce myself.

Well!

I've been asked if I want to

become Ciske's guardian.

Guardian!

Marie! Get me my order!

Why don't I know anything

about that?

Hello, doll.

Same as usual.

You seem very busy.

Oh well, I'll go if you like.

Uh... it's coming up.

There you are, Mr. Oosterban.

A friend of my husband's.

What's Ciske doing here?

Easy to see.

You stay there and clean up

that mess! Hurry up!

Let that boy go.

That'll come off

your pay, Marie.

Who do you think you are?

- Come.

Stay here! Stay!

You stay here!

You know that child labor

is forbidden, don't you?

Can't you tell my own child

what do do anymore?

Ciske is coming.

If not, the police will be

at the door in half an hour.

She's always told me that

he's already turned 14.

Little traitor!

I'll teach you to

fink on your mother!

I've never said nothing at all!

But Reynard is a real rascal,

he knows that.

He's cunning, ingenious and

scorns everything and everyone.

But that he's not

keeping his date, that -

Shhh...

Ciske..?

Did you get to bed on time?

Something wrong?

I'd really like to help you.

Everything's all right.

SUPPORT THE CRISIS COMMITTEE.

Hey, Rat.

Hello, mum.

- Hello.

Hello.

Can we come in a minute?

To ask you something?

Of course.

Hello, daddy.

There you are.

Lovely. Thanks very much.

Have a look at what I got.

You know what I think of it.

Please, sir. We'll really take

very good care of him.

I'd love to go.

Please, Job.

Well, if you make very sure

that he doesn't catch a cold.

That's enough!

Get dressed, hurry up!

Hop to it!

Get dressed, you lot.

Come on! Quickly!

You okay, Dorus?

It's so beautiful here.

I'm glad I was allowed to come.

Lunch time.

Who wants a sandwich?

Catch, catch,

catch, catch.

There he is.

Bastards!

Carrot top!

I'll get you one day!

Can you see Cis?

- No.

Ciske, come and look

who's standing there.

Dad!

Look, Dorus!

That's my Aunt Jane.

Dad!

Hey, rascal.

Did you have a nice time?

Hi, Dorus.

Yes, rascal.

I would have wanted it

different, too.

But we'll have to put it off

for a while.

When I get back,

we'll see what we can do.

Perhaps she will changed

her mind by that time.

I don't think so.

I'll write to you often.

Well, I best be going.

Bye, Aunt Jane.

I'll see you to the door.

Promise me that you'll

be extra nice to Aunt Jane.

She's expecting

a baby, you see.

Now do you understand why

we want to get married

as soon as possible?

You can help us.

Is she still seeing much

of that Henn?

More and more. And now he's

staying the night, too.

Excellent!

Now if you keep a tap on how

often he comes and when,

then we've got proof

and then she can't stop

the divorce any longer.

Shall I also have a look at

what they're up to

in the bedroom?

No, no. Don't do anything

like that!

Imagine them noticing.

Eh, Ciske?

You can count on me, dad!

Dorus?

Are you feeling all right?

What are you reading?

"Gulliver's Travels. "

Enjoying it?

You're feverish.

I'm not sick.

You should be home in bed.

I don't want

to be sick anymore.

Ciske.

Will you go and

get Mrs. Keulemans,

Dorus isn't feeling well.

You can see him a moment now.

Dorus...

Get out of here!

Ciske.

He might be at the police

station for all you know.

Ah, no.

He's probably with

his father's chippy.

What did you say?

Everybody around here knows.

That Cor's got something

with the laundrywoman...

in the Czar Peter Street.

You could knock me down

with a feather.

Why else did you think he was

pressing you for a divorce?

If you're right...

Why don't you go

and have a look?

Henri...?

Go on, I'll kept him

occupied a moment.

Give me back my kid.

Mrs. Freimuth?

I don't want my kid mixing

with a woman like you!

Ciske?

He'll come himself.

Ciske?

You're going along

with your mother.

And don't worry

about Dorus now,

I'm sure he'll soon

feel better.

Go on now.

Look at that.

Would you believe it?!

And you'll leave him alone

in the future, do you hear?

Mrs. Freimuth...

Ciske needs a bit of love,

just like everyone else.

If you don't give

it to him, I will...

Now get out!

I hope you didn't mind having

to wait a few minutes.

I had charming company.

Where's Ciske?

He's gone to bed.

Are we doing something nice?

I've taken all evening

off for you.

Then it'll be a long night.

Tomorrow I'll treat you to

a lovely breakfast, in bed.

You'd better watch out...

so that sweet little son of

yours doesn't hear us.

He doesn't notice anything.

You're always so nice to me.

You're a real

tasty dish, you are.

Why don't you take that off?

Marie! Look at this!

What do you want?

- Damnit!

Were you watching

your own mother?

You dirty, little bugger.

You're sure a silly bloody cow.

He's bound to tell on you.

Cis'? He'll keep

his mouth shut.

Swine that you are.

Let me go! Nobody has given

you any rights.

Just leave him to me.

Bye, Madam.

- See you later.

Hi, Cis.

Hey, hello!

What's the matter?

Show me.

How did that happen?

My mother and her friend.

Can't you talk to her?

It can't go on like this.

Talk? I'll have her deprived

of her parental rights.

Why did she do it?

Uh... Ciske's father

had asked him to uh...

he had asked him to keep an

eye on the sort of people

who visited his mother.

He sort of took it

a bit literally.

You mean, uh...

Yes, in that case,

I fear there's little I can do.

You go into

the classroom, Ciske.

If you really love

Ciske so much,

Then please leave him alone.

He's got to learn to

manage with his mother.

Keith, which town is this?

Haarlem.

Keith, try again.

Then it's the Hague.

Keith, it ends with "dam".

Rotterdam!

You don't live

in Rotterdam, do you?

Keith, where do you live?

Czar Peter Street 83,

2nd floor.

Mr. Maatsuyker...

Bruis, come along a moment.

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