De kleine blonde dood Page #2

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I know what happened in the past.

- You don't know anything.

Get lost!

Listen!

Stop it.

You don't know anything.

You're just deranged.

I'm wetting myself.

Help, I'm bleeding, Valentijn.

Valentijn, help!

Women used to throw themselves off the

stairs if they didn't want a child.

These days, we go to the fair.

- I want the child.

You could have fooled me.

Did you quit smoking?

- Yes.

Drinking? Your liver's

enlarged.

Do you know what alcohol does to

the foetus?

I'm not here to...

- Don't move.

Look, that's his heart.

Look at him struggle.

Look, Valentijn, his heart.

Look.

This is his head.

His eyes.

This is his heart.

The children are ready.

We're just waiting for the parents.

Good morning, Valentijn.

Good morning, Micky.

- Good morning, mummy.

Hello, darling.

- Look what I found in the sea.

A**hole! Sh*t!

Not in bed.

- There's a note in there.

You're cold. Come under

the blankets.

Don't throw sand in my face.

Oranges, cotton wool...

It's your mother's shopping list,

silly.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Yes, it's wonderful.

You're so funny.

If I was funny, life would

be a lot easier.

A nice, funny life.

A nice, funny holiday.

Don't you love your son?

Are you starting that again?

I wonder what you feel when

we're on holiday with the three of us.

I feel, you feel, he feels, we feel,

they feel.

Can't you talk normally?

Am I allowed to feel nothing?

Is that allowed too?

Thank you. I feel nothing.

Except for sand up my ass.

You're here out of your own

free will.

Because I'm a noble soul and I'm

true to my word.

If you were really noble, you would

already have moved in with us.

No, I'm noble, not masochistic.

You're really funny.

Well, circumstances are good.

Nice sun, good company.

You're an obnoxious little fellow.

Do you know what you said the night

we made Micky?

You're such a b*tch.

Such an incredible b*tch.

So sweet, you said. So sweet.

Only five more days. Only five

more days.

I'm going back. I'm tired.

We ran out of vodka and whiskey,

if that's what you had in mind.

If we were dead, then you'd miss us.

Nice atmosphere.

Can the sun fall down?

- No, Micky.

It does so at night.

- Yes.

Look, butterflies.

Do you know what kind of butterflies?

- White ones.

Yes, but what's their name?

Henk.

- No.

It's the green-veined white or

pieris napi.

Do you know which language that is?

- Chinese.

No, Latin.

Let's go catch them.

- No, you might get lost.

Let's sit down. I'm tired.

- I'm not tired at all.

How many days until my birthday?

A couple of weeks.

I want a big white bear for

my birthday.

You're too old for that.

- No.

Yes, you are. -No.

- Yes.

Can I have another ice cream?

No, no, no!

Valentijn, I'm sick.

I think I have to puke.

Sh*t!

Don't think about it. Just don't.

I have a headache. I'm tired.

I can't walk.

He needs oranges. Vitamins.

Mieke, he just puked.

Close your eyes and sleep.

It was a nice day today.

- Yes, it was fun.

Can butterflies puke?

Butterflies? No, they can't.

And white bears?

Micky, sleep now.

Sleep.

We still have to look for fleas.

How long will the holiday last?

Five more days.

- Oh, that's very long.

Yes, that's very long.

Sleep well.

Good night.

Bye, Mick.

I want another Bloody Mary.

Bloody Mary!

I keep dreaming things

I can't sing.

Hello?

Telephone!

Yes. What?

That's strange. Are you sure it

was 9:
30?

It says 11:
30 in my agenda.

Alright, I'll be right there.

Have we met before?

Bloody Mary.

Valentijn.

No, Dieudonne.

Call me Dd.

Oh, Bloody Mary.

Go, you're in a hurry.

Important meeting?

No, just a request to translate all

Baudelaire's poetry.

For a big publisher.

Two years of work.

Very exciting.

That way we can already create

some publicity.

Here, at the bottom of the page.

It's what we agreed upon with

what your lawyer added...

the payment terms, delivery dates.

Rights and obligations.

Jesus, you're crazy.

An opportunity like that.

Crazy's the wrong word.

You're a coward. You're scared.

I thought you studied law,

not psychology.

Afraid to honour your obligations.

A**hole.

How old are you?

Do you want to go on like this for ever?

Did I put in all that effort for this?

Never mind.

Dear Harold, I don't want to translate.

I want to be translated.

I suddenly realised that.

As if you've written that much,

these last years.

You're one of the few people

who don't change at all.

And I don't mean that as

a compliment.

You're content with what you

achieved years ago.

The illusion of the brilliant poet.

Dope, inspiration, sex, poetry.

The Valentijn Boecke gimmick.

May I?

I already know that gimmick.

You're too scared to make

a commitment.

Whether it's translation work or

a relationship.

Never mind.

- No, continue, it's interesting.

Maybe I can do something at your

lawyer's office.

A real commitment, I mean.

Don't you have parties with the

personnel?

Right. Bye.

My lunch break's over.

Can you pay?

Harold, wait.

Yes, here's your money. Go pay.

It's Micky's birthday tomorrow

and I don't have a cent.

Can I borrow a 100 bucks

from you?

A 100 bucks?

Come on.

For the good cause.

Loser.

I hope you can get early

retirement.

Or else you'll be working there

until you're 65. Sucker.

Happy birthday...

Micky's in bed.

Is he sick?

- Yes.

What's wrong with him?

- Nothing, he's just sick.

The flu. Nothing serious.

Just go. I didn't tell him

it's his birthday.

What kind of nonsense is that?

You've got balloons.

Valentijn, please get lost.

You're never that worried about him.

Well celebrate some other time.

He's got candy and everything.

It's his birthday.

You can't do that to him.

To bed you.

Act the nice daddy next week.

What happened?

- Get lost.

You hit him.

Let go off me.

- Did you hit Micky?

I asked you something.

- It was an accident.

He had chocolate on his fingers.

I pushed him.

What is it to you?

Open up!

Open up, damnit.

Show me.

Does it hurt?

- A bit.

We're going to celebrate your birthday.

And we'll get your things.

Come.

Open up!

Let me in!

Flip-flops.

Micky's staying with me for

a while.

Come, kid.

You're good at pretending.

A**hole!

Micky, I love you!

Micky!

Do you have a real father,

Valentijn?

He...

Is he dead?

- Not as far as I know.

Oh, you've had an argument.

I wish I had a real father too.

- I am a real father.

Then why can I never call you

daddy, always Valentijn?

Well?

Look Valentijn, he's pissing.

Yes, just like us. Apes check

each other for fleas too.

Yes, just like us.

Do they eat vitamins too?

Probably. Try it.

He's eating it.

He eats it.

How much do they eat?

- A lot.

Can polar bears swim?

- Yes.

Why isn't he swimming then?

- I think he doesn't feel like it.

Why doesn't he feel like it?

- Maybe he's tired.

Why is he tired?

- Because people talk to him all day.

Come with me.

Mieke's all alone now.

Let's throw a party for your birthday.

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