De Haas in de Marathon Page #6

"I quit."

"I quit." Did I hear you right?

Goddammit, man, you can't do this.

We've been running

our f***ing asses off for six months.

And now the gentleman says he's quitting.

You can't do this!

You can't just quit like this, man!

We're in this together.

We've all got a job.

It's not just your job.

F***ing egotist!

You're going to run that marathon,

goddammit.

- Niek, Niek.

- You're going to run.

Even if I have to kick you

all the way down there.

- Calm down.

- I am calm.

I am calm.

Kees, quitting at this point really sucks.

Listen Kees, it's really tough,

I'm aware of that.

But we're all hurting like crazy.

We'll pull each other through. OK?

- This coming Sunday...

- Yes, coming Sunday!

All those retards who'll be running

their asses off.

And for what?

I said I'm quitting, didn't I? It's over.

I don't give a sh*t

about your stupid jobs.

- Oh?

- No! It's easy for you to talk.

But I'll lose everything.

Jolan, my house. Everything!

I'm through. It's not worth it to me.

I'll take a few days off.

Leave it, Yous. Let him be.

He was asked to go to the extreme.

And yet his faith was greater

and stronger than his desire...

...for his most prized possession.

Without our faith in God

we don't have the right to live.

God demands sacrifices.

Yes, God punishes.

But always with loving mercy.

God works in mysterious ways.

Who are we human beings

to doubt even the least little bit?

To even think...

Sorry, Jolan.

Yous... Hey...

Come here for a sec.

I...

I need to tell you something.

OK...

Are we going to do some running or what,

goddammit?

Leentje, it's me.

It's on after all.

Yes, we're going to run.

Sorry, ma'am.

Good luck.

Lee, hurry up, man.

My muscles are turning cold.

- I didn't know it was on, did I?

- This ain't the time for a leisurely sh*t.

Hello! Park it right there.

- I dropped an entire kilo, guys. Jesus.

- It stinks here, man.

Why don't you watch The Marathon?

The Kenyan finishes third...

Come on, run.

Lots of women, right?

You're doing great. Water.

Keep it up, guys.

Are you OK, Kees?

Are you OK, Keessie? OK. Great.

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Get back into you rhythm. Very good.

Come on!

Are you OK, Geer?

I'm fine. I'll...

I'll catch up with you later.

- Come on, man. Go!

- You too, OK?

Come on!

- Where's Geer?

- Back there. He's coming.

Have some. It's good.

Bye!

- See if Uncle Gerard is coming.

- I don't see him.

It's for your woman, son.

Keep it up.

Come on.

Yes! There he is.

Gerard!

- Here, a cream puff.

- Later, Leentje.

Bye, honey.

See you at the finish.

- How's it going?

- If I stick to my own pace, I'm fine.

I see a T-shirt with a pyramid on it.

Do you have a shawarma restaurant?

No, used cars.

It's a car dealership.

We have a sponsor.

It's actually a kind of bet.

My own garage is the stake.

If I don't get to the finish line...

- ...I'll lose it.

- Gosh.

If I run the whole marathon,

we get the money.

You're at the back.

- Wouldn't hurt to pick up the pace.

- I'll make it. Don't worry.

- Good. Thanks. We support you.

- Thanks, guys.

Goddammit. A**hole.

A**hole. Come on.

It's for Leentje, for Harry, for my garage.

Geer!

- You have to stop. You're bleeding.

- I won't stop, son. I'm gonna make it.

It's over. We'll stop.

I'll make a deal with Houssein.

- You did great.

- F*** off, Yous!

I want to do this, goddammit.

I'm nearly there. Got it?

I'll make it, goddammit.

Goddammit, I'll make it!

Hey, Jolan. Jolan!

- How good of you to come.

- Yes.

Oh, this is so good.

Nico!

There they are. Kees!

Kees!

Kees!

Oh, honey.

It's fine. OK? It's fine.

We showed some character.

...at the Coolsingel, where the number

of participants is dwindling substantially.

These runners want to make it to the

finish line to receive a hero's welcome.

But it is a tough

Look at that!

- There he is!

- Geer!

Accompanied by police...

...he is on his way to the finish and he is

the very last participant in this marathon.

Isn't that your dad?

Yes, that's my father.

- What's going on?

- Easy.

Why isn't he getting up?

Take his blood pressure.

We've got an image.

Oxygen. Start at 150.

Clear:
Three, two, one...

- Hannie.

- Oh, sweetie.

Ma, sit over there.

- Joop, look after ma.

- Yes. Ma...

Sweetie.

This is quite something.

You can say that again.

Why run that whole stretch right away?

I said from the start that I didn't

like the idea of that marathon.

You all got hyped up by that one...

...from Egypt.

It's easy for him to say.

He's still young.

But you guys should have known better.

He was never ill.

He never spent a day sick in bed

in all the time I've known him.

OK. A few weeks ago after that 30km

he came home not feeling well.

Didn't want to eat anything.

Well, I thought it was because

of that running.

That he got the flu.

I see all these medals.

Did he finish?

Almost.

Except for 300 meters.

He has no clothes.

What if he has to stay?

He can't be in hospital

in his sports outfit.

I'll go get pajamas.

I'll buy some Eau de Cologne too.

That's nice and fresh for on the ward.

- If you wouldn't mind.

- There must be a shop around.

No, ma, stay. Sit, sit, sit.

- Joop, watch her.

- She won't run away.

Thanks, OK.

So this woman goes to the doctor

and says...

...I've got a mushroom in my c*nt...

I'm going to get coffee.

Sorry, we were in the wrong elevator.

- Here, I brought the baby.

- Thanks. Come here, buddy.

- Hey, sweetie.

- Oh, Nel.

- How's he doing?

- Not so well.

This isn't very good, is it?

- What's wrong with him?

- We don't know.

- So that woman shows her...

- Joop, shut up.

OK.

Sorry.

- I'm going to pick it up tomorrow.

- Huh?

- My car. It's being delivered tomorrow.

- What?

- My car.

- Herman!

Stop that.

Stop that.

We're in a hospital.

OK?

- Sorry about that.

- It's OK.

- What happened?

- Oh, sweetheart.

I'm so glad you're here.

Sweetheart, they're still working on him,

but it'll be fine. Don't worry.

It'll be fine.

When he's done running

he can have a nice pastry.

A cream puff. But not right now.

He's in surgery now,

but he'll be up and running in no time.

- It'll be fine.

- Of course.

Mrs. Groteboer...

...we couldn't save him.

- Can I give this to you?

- Fine.

You can stay as long as you want.

- Sorry for your loss.

- Thank you, nurse.

So here we are.

Looking like f***ing idiots.

Why didn't he tell us?

I don't get that either.

I mean, we were his mates after all.

He did tell, guys.

He did tell.

I knew it.

He told me.

You?

He didn't want you to know

he was ill.

He didn't want you...

- ...to worry.

- You knew and you let him run?

- That's how he wanted it.

- Jesus, he could have gotten chemo.

Or radiation or whatever.

You should have told him that.

He didn't want that, Kees.

He did it in his own way.

He could have had surgery, man.

They gave up all hope.

Six months ago.

You just heard what the doctor said.

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