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De vierde Man Page #2
- Year:
- 1972
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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,
...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,
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.
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 warnedyou 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
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.
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.
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?
Yes, I've got a lot to write.
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.
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.
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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