De kleine blonde dood

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LITTLE BLOND DEATH

Nothing!

Guys, pay attention.

That's Germany. You have half

an hour.

If you have to pee, do it on

German soil, for a change.

What is this?

What are you doing here?

I didn't know they'd go this far.

It won't happen again.

Thank you.

Valentijn, give the gentleman

a hand.

Valentijn!

He got a fright.

Open your hand. Now!

Why would you kill a butterfly?

Get rid of it.

It's a map butterfly.

It's beautiful and rare.

Get rid of it!

- It's for my dad.

Shall I throw it out?

Give it to me.

Do you want some liquorice?

- No, thanks.

Take it.

How do you like it, Vati?

It's a real map butterfly.

It's the summer variety.

- Beautiful.

I had to fight for it. Two Germans in

uniforms wanted to take it from me.

And then Miss Mieke...

- You've been to Germany?

I got lost.

He's been to Germany.

He's been to bloody Germany!

He's no longer my child.

He's going to a home.

He's been to bloody Germany!

I don't want any German

butterflies.

Vati, we're having dinner.

What have you got there?

Come sit with me, boy.

Do you like to be in my lap?

- Yes.

Everything that's good will pass.

Everything that's beautiful will

be broken.

Now you're in my lap, but soon

I might hit you.

In twenty years, I'll be old

and ugly.

And you may be crippled or dead.

Learn to poke my eyes out

with a fork.

Or to make lamp shades of my skin.

Everything's possible, boy.

But I love you.

Never say that again.

Dummkopf.

You don't know what you're saying.

To love.

People weren't born to love

each other.

Double beds, yes, but that's

something else.

That's something else.

But did you ever see a

double coffin?

Never love anyone. Never.

Never, never, never!

Mr Boecke, we all know you were a hero

in the war.

And that you, as a German, fought

against your own people.

But that doesn't give you the right

to hand out 68 fines in one day...

as a police reserve.

Do you see that man?

That's the police commissioner.

The chief commissioner.

This man spent the entire war in his

office and he made sure...

there are only ten Jews left in

our town.

Do you know what that man in uniform

forbids me to do?

To fine Germans.

And do you know what my reply

to that is?

What did I do wrong?

You drove too slowly.

I drove too slowly?

- Yes.

I've never heard of that.

What do you mean by that?

This is insane.

- Drive on.

Or I'll give you another one.

Screwdriver.

Reinier, please remove that thing.

Don't act so crazy.

Who's crazy? He or me?

He or me?

- He.

He.

- He.

You.

Boecke, you have to leave

the house.

Come, Reinier, don't make it

harder than it is.

Justice has been administered.

I don't acknowledge the Dutch

legal system.

Come on, Boecke.

I wish I was a bachelor again,

so I could go after the women.

Get in, but shut up.

Didn't you see it?

Take off those sunglasses.

What is this, damnit?

The deal was you'd shut up.

Please stop.

Kill yourself, not me.

I want to get out.

Yes, it's me.

Damn, I asked you for an answer.

I'm getting so fed up with this.

I only want character parts.

Sh*t!

Miss Mieke?

I'm Valentijn Boecke.

From the butterfly.

This isn't just a meeting.

Fate brought us together tonight.

I don't believe in fate.

- You're too young.

Tough guy. Too young,

too scared.

I never f*** people I know.

Who mentioned f***ing?

Jesus Christ... you want to...

here?

You're off your rocker.

Oh, you prefer the lights out.

Mr Boecke, you're up!

Boecke!

- Yes, I'm coming,

Our next guest is literary sensation

Valentijn Boecke.

Middelburg.

Zeeland potatoes, mussels, sugar beet.

I guess you need it to rhyme.

No money, no fire, no speed

No paper, no miracle, no weed

No bread, no idea, no time

No balls, no sh*t, no dime

If that's what you wanted, you

should have asked Jules Deelder.

Then I hear language

in which the song rests forever

Blue, but golden azure

A prince is kissed unguarded

Looks for father in the field

The girl hurries to get home

Not tormented by demons

That inhabit this manuscript

Damnit, I keep dreaming things

I can't sing.

Would you mind signing this?

Have you all heard of Belgian f***ing?

What's your name?

Elleke, sir.

- Elleke.

Belgian f***ing is f***ing with

strong coffee.

You f***, you lick, you suck until you

fall asleep. And then strong coffee.

Then you lick again, sleep again.

day after day.

F*** to forget.

What do you say, Nelleke?

- Elleke, sir.

Here you are, Elleke.

None of you?

No one has anything to forget?

What about you, beautiful prince?

Always the same sh*t in Zeeland.

Hospitality zero. Respect for artists

zero. F*** Middelburg!

It's not easy to get your address.

Is it a secret?

No, but...

- I only wanted to see how you live.

Five minutes?

In and out again.

Yes, but I'm not alone.

That's ok. I'm not alone either.

Good. Don't mind the mess.

Mess?

It's a pigsty.

A beautiful pigsty.

You know what Miss Van Dalen used to

say:
"The way your desk looks..."

Sorry. Can't we meet some other

time?

I just came from the doctor.

I'm pregnant.

Congratulations. That's great.

Congratulations to you too.

Your child.

I'll come see you some other

time. Bye.

Can't you have it removed?

- It's four months old already, silly.

Let's first get used to the idea.

I don't want to get used to anything,

bloody hell!

I'm the most terrible father possible.

I beat them, I kick them...

I hate them!

I'd like to give the poetry award to

Valentijn Boecke...

for his collection of poems called

'The Map Butterfly'.

Mr Boecke, congratulations!

You can now give your speech.

Thanks.

That was short but sweet.

But can't you tell us something?

Were you surprised that your debut

was an immediate success?

No.

- Unfortunately, no.

Short but sweet again.

That brings us to the end...

What does love mean to

Mr Boecke?

A good question from the audience.

What's the importance of love

in your work?

All great art deals with love

and death.

Then why do you reject the result

of this love?

Why do you reject the result

of this love?

Do you mean in his work?

Can you be more specific?

Sure, does he always f*** and say I love

you and then disappear forever?

The question is if you always

f*** and...

I never talk when I f***.

You're hearing voices.

I never said I loved you.

Yes, you did.

When you came inside me.

I can't even say that kind

of nonsense.

Projection.

- Projection!

Is my belly projection too,

Mr Poet?

Get lost.

I don't mind if you have girlfriends or

boyfriends for now.

We'll find a way to deal with that.

Come, listen.

I think we can have a great time.

We'll do crazy things together.

Go do crazy things on your own.

Youre running away from yourself,

buddy.

Why are you so afraid to

be a father?

Is it because of your own father?

- Yes.

Bye!

Let's go for a drive.

Hello.

It's nonsense to think things

can always only repeat themselves.

Get lost.

You're not like this, Valentijn.

Yes, I am!

You'd be a fantastic father.

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