De vierde Man Page #2

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- Whiskey?

- Just a drop, with lots of water.

Nice.

Shall we sleep together tonight?

Of course, Gerard.

Well...

...you seem to have a thing

about my bra.

Take off the robe.

Lovely.

- You look a bit like...

- Like who?

The way you're standing there,

you resemble...

Resemble what?

A very beautiful boy.

A boy?

So slim and delicate.

Do you think?

And these?

They're not a boy's, are they?

No...

... but when I do this...

Then I'll have this.

Alright this way...

or will I lie down?

No, stay where you are.

He slipped out...

I guess I'm a bit awkward.

Come.

Aren't you married?

I was, it didn't work out.

Is this okay though?

It's like skating,

you never forget how.

...through Mary to Jesus...

What did you say just now?

That you're marvelous.

What's wrong?

Had a bad dream?

A nightmare.

What was it about?

I can't remember.

I was afraid.

Come here. No need to be afraid.

Come.

SPI DER:

Sphinx Beauty Salon.

Yes...

... if you come right now...

... it's a date.

Shall I do upstairs, Madam?

Forget about upstairs.

Do the bedroom next time around.

Good morning.

My sweet Christine...

Did you sleep well?

I had a wonderful night.

Guess why?

- What do you want for starters?

- You.

Later. For dessert.

Look at your shirt!

Your collar is torn.

Have you got some super glue?

Super glue? Why?

To glue it... I always do.

We Dutch writers have to be thrifty.

Obviously you don't have a wife

to take care of you.

Could you use some shirts?

I won't say no,

there might be another war.

Try this.

If it fits, it's yours.

Very nice.

Suits your type.

My type? What's my type?

A writer who needs daily care.

I've got lots more.

They're just wasting away.

Here, this one for odd jobs,

one for casual wear...

... and this one for Sunday best.

Your husband's not short of clothes.

What's up? What is it?

I don't have a husband anymore.

He's dead...

... an accident.

I'm sorry, I always

say the wrong thing.

Doesn't matter.

I'm going downstairs,

if you want coffee...

Big shot.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Old drunk! There's coffee!

Ah, coffee!

Good morning.

- Good morning. Sugar?

- Two lumps, please. You're wonderful

I just love taking care

of someone, Gerard.

You're making this

into paradise for me.

For paradise, there needs to be

two people.

But there is two of us.

For how long?

I'm not the right man

for you, Christine.

Marriage and me don't mix.

The woman who wants me

gets a lemon. It's been proven.

I know what to expect

from you, don't l?

Do you?

You are so sweet.

Yes. But I'm going back to

Amsterdam, all the same.

So we were just two small ships

that passed in the night.

We had a nice collision, didn't we?

I'm wanted in the salon.

Come along and see the work I do.

Remind me to give you

last night's fee.

Oh, later.

- What's up?

- That lady is getting impatient.

Delilah, my own brand of cosmetics...

a goldmine.

Another few minutes, Madam.

It's hot but it helps the skin to

absorb the vitaminizing elements.

Are you comfortable?

What about my hair, Christine?

They say it's very difficult.

Difficult hair doesn't exist,

just bad hairdressers.

Could you cut a man's hair?

Mine, for instance.

Sit down, Gerard.

That's what you want, isn't it?

You have blessed hands, Christine.

You could cure people

by laying on hands.

Don't make fun of it, Gerard.

Those things do exist, you know.

Laying on hands, magic, hypnosis,

it all exists. Telepathy, the lot.

Ah, Madam, what's the difference.

There'll be a war on soon.

Have you ever had a

mystical experience?

Yes, recently.

A girl in my ward is

married to a jet pilot.

A great guy.

And for the first time in his life

he has a real scary dream.

He gets frightened and reports sick.

One of his colleagues

flies his plane that day.

And crashes.

Just like that, plop!

Dead!

That's real telepathy for you.

Man is a frail vessel.

It's not telepathy, though.

Whatever it is:
when you're warned

you must listen.

Yes you should, but where do you

find people who listen nowadays?

What did this man

dream about, Madam?

That's a curious story, actually.

He dreamt that something

of his was cut...

- Sit down. I'll give you your fee.

- Great.

A bit much, isn't it?

You shouldn't keep it

at home, Christine.

There's so much riffraff

out and about nowadays.

They'll beat your head in for a

Mars Bar, half a Mars bar.

Come in.

The lady is leaving

and wants to thank you.

I'll be right back.

"Your dearest Gerard"... ?

Oh no :
"Herman".

So there's competition,

called Herman.

"Dearest Christine...

I long for you my little rabbit."

Christ almighty!

What a body...what a piece!

I've got to have you

even if it kills me.

Where were we? Oh yes, your fee.

How much?

250 plus expenses.

1, 2, 3...

... 4, 5 hundred. Alright?

- That's too much.

- Oh, but we're a very rich society.

I got a train ticket here.

You'll have to account for this.

I don't have to account to anyone.

They trust me.

Why shouldn't they?

Me, with all my money.

I inherited the salon and the

brand name from my husband.

I'm rich, but...

... he's gone.

Money and being alone does not

add up to happiness.

And when the last customer is gone...

... and you've gone home...

... and I'm all by myself again

the whole long weekend...

Terrible!

My little Christine...

...what if I stayed?

You mean that?

I didn't want to burden you, but since

you really want me to, I'll stay.

How sweet of you.

For you, Christine...

... as a human being.

Miserable b*tch!

One ream of paper. Anything else?

Three pen holders.

There you are.

- Twelve dozen brass nibs.

- Twelve dozen?

Yes, I've got a lot to write.

I'm going to write about you.

About you're past.

I want to know about the men

in your life, it's essential.

Why? It's all past.

Without the past you can't

understand the present.

Nibs. They're not much

in demand anymore.

Two small bottles of ink.

One bottle is for when

the other breaks.

And a quarter pint of the same ink.

That's to fill up the small bottles.

And a receipt, please.

No, I'll pay.

Thank you.

- Then I'll dedicate my novel to you.

- It's a deal.

- Come here!

- F*** off!

What's up?

- You scared me to death.

- What's wrong?

- My husband was drowned.

- But it was a joke!

It was a joke.

A joke...

Happy?

Perfectly.

I just need to write the

best novel of all time now.

You're bound to succeed.

With you.

Here.

What an interesting palm

you've got, Christine.

Can you read palms?

A bit.

This line here, for instance,

means lots of love...

... but not every love is a happy love.

So?

Tell me.

I don't know enough about it.

I might frighten you.

Why? Is it scary... or dangerous?

I see more loves in your

present life than just me.

There's someone else...

Tell me...

... I don't mind.

Yes.

I see a young man.

He's beautiful.

Yes.

He lives in...

I see letters.

K, and O with dots on top...

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