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Tiny, shall I caress you with my tongue?

As I say:
go ahead if you must.

You'll have to spread your legs

a bit wider.

Oh... young Albert...

I'm dying for a smoke.

- Can't help you there. I don't smoke.

Have a bit of Easter egg.

Is this what students do

in their spare time?

You were grunting like a pig. I thought

you were about to bite and eat me up.

It sounds as if you've never before

been...approached like this.

Who by?

Koos doesn't know the first thing. He'd

be scared I'd strangle him with my legs.

When do I get my share?

Never thought of it.

Ok, let's go about it.

I'd put a towel down.

Damn you and your chocolate.

The whole mattress is ruined.

Students mess as much as they like.

They eat in bed...

...they pee in the wash basin

and pooh on a newspaper.

And they are our future leaders?

Bunch of dirty sods.

Just look at it. An expensive mattress

gone to the dogs.

We'd just turned the summer side up.

How are you insured?

All risk. Via my parents.

Explain what happened:

Easter egg got crushed

...during an erotic congress

of Albert and his Aunt Tiny.

They'll be happy to pay.

Grandma?

Grandma? Don't be startled.

It's me, Albert.

Albert...

- Speak up. I'm hard of hearing.

Albert, your grandson.

Young Albert.

Yes, now I recognize you.

What are you doing here?

Turn down the radio.

I was visiting Aunt Tiny.

She didn't tell me you were here.

Why are you crying?

What's this:
are you on a leash

like a dog?

Do they feed you?

In the summer I'll come and see you

in Lynx Street.

All right, Grandma?

Hey... Koos.

Hey, young Albert.

That's my... secretary.

Such a wonderful typist!

What are you doing in Breda?

I was in the area.

I had a cup of coffee at your place.

Pity I wasn't there.

But my mother-in-law was there.

She's been with us for a week.

I'm taking her back to the old man

tomorrow. We've done our duty.

I can do without her.

I've got to get back to Nijmegen.

Your study loan is probably used up.

At here, that's for the train ticket.

Oh and... as to my secretary...

Don't mention her in the family.

You'll understand.

- Yes.

Have fun in Nijmegen.

Bye then.

- Bye then.

Twenty-one.

Our candidate goes on

to the next word. It's the letter T.

Thought. T-H-U-U-G-H-T.

Wow, what a stench.

If I didn't come in

this would be a pigsty.

Toilet.

What was that?

- The toilet.

Tiny...

- Pipe down.

Christ...

Yes.

Hanny is calling for help.

How come you didn't hear?

The neighbour says she hay there

for hours perhaps.

Does she now!

Why didn't you hear her?

What's wrong with your ears?

Say Albert, when did you last

visit your mother?

That's a month ago.

I go see her three times a week.

What was your question?

Bye, Albert.

She really can't stay in her own home.

Hey Cynthia, how old are you now?

I'm thirteen years old.

That's enough. Why do you keep hitting

my mother with that wet handkerchief?

I don't hit her. I wipe her lips.

- You keep hitting her.

I have enough reason for it, don't I?

- Tiny, shut up.

Go play outside, kids.

Be back in half an hour.

They're sent away. Important matters

are too much for their tender souls.

All your life you've been lying.

Koos is not sterile, you are.

If you'd been honest

we might have pitied you.

But you've always blamed others:

Grandma, Grandpa, my mother. Koos.

Everybody is guilty in your books.

Blaming others for your failed life:

terrorising, lying...

...quarrelling, that's all you've ever done.

And now you're hitting my mother.

That's as far as it goes Mr Playwright.

I'll tell you what your mother did,

that hypocritical old bag.

No, of course you don't want your son

to know what you did to me.

But he wants to know

so he's going to get it.

Mum and Dad had no words for it

but I do.

Take the sanitary towels home.

I'll buy new ones myself.

And watch out

or you'll be pregnant before long.

And don't come near Black Path. I know

what Nico van Dartel is up to, there.

I'm telling you, stay away from there.

I've got enough.

I've been having periods for two years.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Got any cigarettes?

- I'll go get them.

Want some lemonade? Come along in.

I'm not here for lemonade.

I've come to smoke.

You can do that inside.

Something wrong?

Tiny... is something the matter?

It's just not coming.

Have you been together?

- Together?

With a boy or a man?

Oh, that kind of being together.

Don't be ridiculous.

Don't tell the old folks.

Mrs Egberts.

Did you say you were fifteen?

- Fourteen, nearly fifteen.

The result is positive.

In this case that is bad news.

You know who the father is?

Let me put it this way:

The man you have been with, does he

know you've not been menstruating?

I think you'd better tell the doctor

everything.

He is married and his name is Nico.

Nico?

- Children?

Two. A girl Tiny's age, and a boy

a bit older.

Dirty sod. He tried it on me,

ten years ago.

And I heard that his own daughter...

I strongly advise you not to burden him

with Tiny's pregnancy.

There is no point in ruining

a family as well.

Better tell your parents everything.

Often the child oi minor in the family

is raised by the girl's parents.

Not in our family.

They left the upbringing of Tiny

and my younger brother to me.

My mother felt too old and too ill to do it.

We are now twelve years on

and she sees herself as ancient.

And my father says:

I'd rather bury a daughter than take her

to the altar pregnant. No.

It's not a good idea to tell our parents

that Tiny is happily expecting.

Then I don't know.

- You do. Let her get rid of it.

We don't do that at St Joseph's hospital.

But you must know of a clinic.

If I were allowed to mention one,

you wouldn't be able to afford it.

A cheaper address then. Private.

As long as it's done neatly.

This is a Roman Catholic hospital.

If I were to give you an address

I would be overstepping the lines.

And personally I am opposed to abortion.

I am convinced that at the moment

of conception the soul descends.

I think your soul never descended.

Ah, the Van der Serckt ladies.

No jokes, Nico. We've just come back

from the hospital.

Appendix?

Our Tiny is expecting.

Why tell me about it?

Why we're telling you?

You tell me.

I'm a good friend of the family. You can

come to me with all your problems.

As long as it doesn't cost.

How long has this been going on?

Listen, the woman got infantile paralysis,

what they call polio now...

It's yours, Nico.

What's your sister talking about?

- Don't pretend you don't know.

Please explain to Tiny that you can't

blame just any man for your pregnancy.

I know you.

You tried the same with me.

With Tiny you managed and now

she's pregnant. How do we solve this?

If you pay up we'll leave your wife

and our parents out of it.

I'd do anything for you...

...but I can't admit to something

I haven't done.

And I'd certainly not pay.

Nico, you can't say it didn't happen.

Come along, we're going to see his wife.

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