De kleine blonde dood Page #3

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For all the kids in your class.

Great, with coca cola and crisps.

We'll do it.

- Ok.

Everything will be alright.

Don't worry.

And now go to sleep.

Good night.

- Sleep well.

Right.

Valentijn, wake up.

Valentijn, wake up!

I have to go to school.

It's 8 o'clock already.

- No.

Look, 8 o'clock.

It's broken.

- No, it's not. Listen.

Micky, please.

Where do you keep

the brown porridge?

I don't want that.

- It's all I have.

Brown porridge.

I told you I don't have that.

- Fresh orange juice.

Eat!

Are you crazy, jerk?

Be happy that you can have

breakfast here.

I'll be late for school.

No, you won't be late.

Can I have some time to wake up?

Shoelaces, Valentijn.

I'll be late for school,

I'll be late for school.

Shut up, relax! Jesus.

You're not even wearing your socks yet.

- This is how it has to be.

Thanks.

See, we're late. They're all

inside.

It's alright. I'll go with you to

the teacher.

No, that's stupid.

How are you?

- Good.

I arranged everything.

Can I have everybody's attention?

Attention, please.

Tomorrow, Micky's throwing

a birthday party.

And all the children are invited.

It'll be a disco party.

It starts at 2 and continues

until late.

We have everything, coca

cola, crisps...

The children only have to bring their

own condoms.

Hey Mick, I don't think they're

coming.

I think I acted a bit weird to

the mummies and daddies.

Sorry.

What are you going to do there?

- Read to them.

The teacher always does that too.

From the same book?

No, poetry.

What's poetry?

Remember that I wrote something for

you with St Nicholas?

"This present is for my little man.

It's cookies in a can."

Very good. That's poetry.

And when you write poetry, you're

a poet and that's what I am.

And sometimes I read poetry

to people.

But it's not St Nicholas.

No, but some people always like

to hear poetry.

I have to poop really bad!

It's all the candy that I had.

Writing poetry's so easy.

I'll do it too when I grow up.

Valentijn Boecke

"Map Butterfly"

Dad, I'm bored.

Valentijn, I'm bored!

See that man? When he's ready,

it'll be my turn.

I want to go home.

A bit longer, Mick. One more hour.

Do you want another chocolate milk?

Another chocolate milk, please.

Dad, I have a headache.

I'll call you Valentijn again.

You don't listen to dad anymore.

Valentijn, I have a headache.

Yes and what do you want?

I want to go to bed.

He can lie in my car.

Go to sleep.

I'll wake you up in a bit.

We'll end our cultural evening with

poet Valentijn Boecke.

A hand, please.

Mr Boecke, where are you going?

I thought the level of this evening

was f***ed!

Micky!

Where are we going, mummy?

We're going home.

You're such a b*tch.

Such an incredible b*tch.

You, incredible...

- Incredible what?

You leave your child in a car at night.

Incredible what?

What is this?

I've been looking all night.

I've been to the police and

to your house.

I took him to a railway crossing.

You don't want me or Micky so we

might just as well not exist.

I can give life and I can take it.

So what are you doing here?

Why didn't you do it?

Why didn't you have the guts?

You're waking him up.

I've decided not to feel anything

for you anymore.

I don't care for you.

I'm going back to Zeeland and

I'm taking Micky.

And I never want to see you again.

That's also best for Micky.

Sooner or later you'll go as crazy as

your father. Let's spare him that.

You never wanted Micky, did you?

Just me.

And you? Did you want him?

Can you get his things?

I want to go.

No, we were going to do something

this weekend.

So he stays here.

I'll bring him to school on Monday.

And then?

Then I'll pick him up, with

his things.

And that will be it.

Get him oranges, vitamins.

- Yeah, yeah, vitamins.

It's really not cold. Come in.

No, I won't go in.

Show me you can swim.

Come on.

No.

- Oh come on.

No!

Help, help!

Are you alright, Micky?

See that it's not cold?

A**hole!

Ask for mercy!

Ask for mercy?

Mercy!

Good boy.

We'll always stay together,

won't we?

You don't want that.

- Of course, I do.

I'm a bad father.

- You saved me from the water.

I don't even have a room for you.

I can't fold your clothes neatly,

I ruined your birthday party.

It doesn't matter. I'll always stay

with you. Shake hands on it.

I'm never home in the evenings.

- You're always home.

Because I know you're here.

Because it's only for now.

Won't I always stay with you then?

I have to tell you something.

I really have to fart.

Ok, do it.

I gassed him.

I gassed him.

Daddy.

Daddy, that's enough.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy, don't die.

I'm only joking.

I'm pretending.

You can't die yet, because

I cant tie my shoelaces yet.

And I can't write and I can't

do maths.

I'm not going to die.

You first have to get really old.

By that time, you can tie your

shoelaces.

Mieke Van De Pas speaking.

Yes.

What do you mean, don't

pick up Micky.

We'll turn things around. He lives

with me and you can visit him.

Are you mad? Micky's mine and

I'm picking him up now.

There's no use yelling, Mieke.

I talked to Micky about it.

He's my child too.

He's my child too.

You're grown-ups. Can't you agree on

something without lawyers?

I want to be his father, not her

husband.

If this becomes a legal battle, it'll

cost you a lot of money and time.

And if you win... listen...

If you win, you'll be fed up with the

kid by that time.

Or he'll probably be fed up with you.

- Amigo, I want this.

Amigo, you'll have to change your

life then.

Translators have to translate and

deliver in time.

I don't know if I'm conservative

enough for the Guardianship Board.

Pancakes on Sunday. You're

trying.

Sh*t, Micky, spit it out.

Would you like a cookie?

- Yes, please.

So translating is freelance work?

Yes.

- And can you live off it?

Yes, it's a contract for two years.

And it combines well with Micky's

school.

Can I see where Micky sleeps?

- Yes, of course.

Please follow me.

Please.

So this is his room.

Yes and he helps me clean it up.

We just took five garbage bags of

junk out.

It must be quite a change with

the boy.

Yes, but that's the choice I made.

Do you still get the chance to

write poetry?

Not really. You're well informed.

I've read things.

Interviews, articles, interesting

stuff.

What was it?

Something about Belgian f***ing.

Help me.

The coca cola and crisps must be

left-overs from the disco party.

When will you hear from them?

- That could take a few weeks.

So I'll lose him in three weeks.

I won't have to go to Paris either.

For that stupid Baudelaire stuff.

It's nonsense to give up already.

Micky doesn't mind that I'll look

after him for three days.

If the Board finds out you're

letting the translation work go...

you won't have a chance.

It's good to take a break.

Mick, do you want to go in

that one?

No, thanks, I'm a bit dizzy.

Well, it's only for big children

anyway.

Rinse.

Have fun. Bye.

Perfectly on time. Very convincing.

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