De vierde Man Page #4

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Now tell me, do these TV people

go at it all the time?

They slow down in their 80's.

Can't we find a quiet place in the

dunes? I'm a nature lover.

Ah, I like touring.

And are those showgirls

an easy lay, too?

- You revel in such things, don't you?

- I love sex.

Sure, but do you ever

do anything about it?

I lay them by the dozen if need be.

Don't you?

What do you think I did

with Chrissy last night?

But Christine has often

walked down the aisle.

Never had any luck.

Take me to the studios some time.

Stupid b*tch!

Wait... stop!

Stop!!

You got something going with her?!

I saw that woman in a dream!

Ma'am!

Nothing, I guess.

Probably screwing

on some tombstone.

I read about them : cemetery whores.

- Damn weather!

- There!

We'll get soaked.

- That one's open!

- I n that tomb?!

Dead men don't bite,

only live ones do.

Do you want to get hit?

It wouldn't be the first time.

- But you won't.

- Won't l?

No.

Do you think I'll like it?

I'm gonna try...

Keep going, Gerard.

I saw you at the station...

... and your picture later on...

... such a beautiful boy.

I thought I've got to have him,

even if it kills me.

I like your spiel...

... nobody's ever told me that before.

Spieling is my profession.

I kept lobbying with Christine...

and hoping that you would come.

I like you going for me, Gerard.

I, dirty old man.

LOVI NG HUSBANDS OF

CHRISTI NE HALSLAG

- My God!

- Hey, what's up?

Three dead!

Look at those urns!

I'll be damned!

Chrissy's family grave.

She had all three of them cremated.

A fourth and they can play bridge.

- Did you know they were dead?

- Of course.

The whole town knows,

and even pities her.

Pities her? She let them die,

and I know how!

- Oh, come off it!

- She had one crash with a parachute

She fed one to the lions and sank the

other at sea. Bet she didn't tell you!

Bullshit! One of them had to

show off in the Safari Park...

...the second one's parachute

didn't open and the third...

And who'll be the fourth?!

- Get your hands off me!

- You or me! Get that?! One of us!

I don't get it. I'm stupid to

get it Mr. Writer, sir.

I say be an ordinary plumber,

but you, you're a raving lunatic!

That woman is deadly!

Three husbands, three dead bodies!

One of us will be the fourth,

can't you see that?

Deadly?

You just want to scare me so I'll split!

So you'll have Chrissy for yourself

and all her money! Forget it!

You can't rattle this boy,

this boy's staying with Chrissy!

- You stay and you're dead!

- Bullshit!

One of us will croak!

Scram!

Fine! I'll read the headlines

about your death!

Raving lunatic!

- Get in!

- No!

I'm leaving for Amsterdam!

Get in and I'll take you to the station.

Just don't take me anywhere

near that woman.

Okay. She's mine then.

- Can't you pass them?

- Grouch!

You're driving beside

your own funeral, Herman.

Watch out!

First him, doctor, first look at him.

Cover him, Ria.

Mr. de Vries... you're a doctor.

Mr. Reve! Calm down.

What a shame we have to meet here.

Tension gauge.

Life takes strange turns.

I didn't know you were a doctor.

That's why matters of life and death

interest me. Bloem!

Thinking of death I cannot sleep,

remember?

How is he? How's Herman?

- He's in very bad shape.

- Dead?

Yes.

A friend of yours? A relative?

The fourth man!

I told him but he wouldn't believe me.

Doctor, the liver.

Now Herman can go into

a vase too, he can...

- Enlarged but intact.

- Normal reflexes.

- She's done it again.

- You've had a lucky escape.

But she's done it again...

...the fourth man.

She takes him like a spider...

... a spider also fucks her mate

and then devours him... dead!

Quite a shock for you. Keep on

talking, it'll settle you down.

She's a spider, a witch.

She leads men to ruin.

She seduced me

with Herman's picture.

Who are you talking about?

About Christine, doctor.

Christine Halslag.

She's a witch.

Everything checks. She even has

a numb spot on her back...

... like the witches in the middle ages.

It all connects.

Keep on talking... about witches.

She killed them all!

Don't scoff at the poor girl's

misfortunes. I've known her for years.

Those were tragic accidents.

Especially for her.

But these things happen!

Four accidents in a row

is damn strange!

Use your head!

One plus one is still two!

Alright.

Then let me tell you how

a physician sees you.

You turn a dead tourist into

a giant with 30 grieving dwarfs.

You're a compulsive liar.

You lie the truth! I heard you say so!

I diagnose an enlarged liver

due to mild alcoholism...

... and you're in shock.

Otherwise you're as

healthy as a horse!

No! She fucks you

and finishes you off!

Okay, I'll go along with you.

He slept with her,

you slept with her.

He is dead.

Why are you still alive?

- Because Mary helped me.

- Mary?

Mary who?

Mary, the Mother of God.

She, in person...

... she helped me.

The woman in blue.

Mary helped you.

It all checks, it does.

She was on the train,

with the blood on that picture.

She wanted to warn me.

And later in the Beauty Salon...

... she was lying beside me.

"When you're warned,

you must listen... "

And she was at the

cemetery this morning.

Mary is with me.

Mary is among us.

Mary is among us... in Vlissingen?

I'm a Catholic myself, Mr. Reve.

I've got six kids and my

third name is Maria...

... but that Mary would be

among us in Vlissingen...

...to help you against Christine,

beauty specialist and witch!

Lie down!

There she is!

The Godforsaken witch!

Godforsaken witch!

I'll kill you!

Nurse! Injection! 10cc!

Mary...

Easy, it'll be alright.

Easy...

This one to the morgue, the other

to neurology for now, Ria.

And your prognosis, doctor?

No alcohol, then prolonged

psychiatric treatment.

I'll take him some time

to collect his wits.

- Unless Mary helps him, of course.

- Of course.

Rotten for you, Christine.

I got the fright of my life.

Did you see him come after me?

Writers can do fine things...

... but when they crack up,

they're a menace.

Here, dry your tears.

An emergency.

Sit down here, I'll phone you a cab.

I'll come back and tell you

what Gerard said about you.

- Feeling sad?

- Yes.

Where do you live?

Let me take you home,

I'm going that way.

- No, they're getting me a cab.

- That'll take ages. Come on.

- You wind surf? Any good at it?

- Yes, out at sea and in the harbor.

- Among the big tankers.

- Isn't that dangerous?

It's child's play.

Want me to teach you?

No, it's not my sort of thing,

but I'll come and film you some time.

Oh, any time.

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