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Blisters...

...on your dick.

Blisters on your dick.

Hogweed.

Hogweed.

I told him:
Hogweed can get you

blisters on your dick, so look out.

Somewhere in Friesland.

Because the guy had

a 'Dokkum Arms' tattoo on his wrist.

Yes, the town of Dokkum.

Checking wrists.

Talk to you later.

What happened?

Can you...

Thank you.

There's just old people here.

Bet you can't even buy cannabis here.

What are we gonna do

when we find this guy?

No idea.

There you are, your trout

with pomegranates.

There you are.

You know you've got

a cat in your bag?

And a steak for you.

There you are.

Yes, his name is Sonnema.

He's not feeling well...

...and he tends to hide

when that happens.

- I'm a dog person myself.

- Dogs can be fun too...

...but cats do exactly what they like.

That's what I hate about them.

- Enjoy your meal.

- Thanks.

A pair of real Frisians.

There's an Asylum Seekers Centre nearby.

My God, not here too?

They can send all those Turks back

to Morocco as far as I'm concerned.

The other day someone had written

on our toilet wall:

'Foreigners, please don't leave us behind

with just the Dutch.'

Funny, eh?

Let me tell you something:

They may integrate

all the way into f***ing Volendam...

...and start cake biting and sack racing,

I'll never trust them.

We'll never trust them, right, Ronnie?

Every day they piss all over my car.

They've got centuries of Islam

in their genes.

They'll never accept our values.

They sh*t on them.

Another beer?

I'm putting out their fires every day.

Madam.

The food is really delicious.

My compliments to the cook.

That would be me, sir.

Guys, pay attention.

This is up. This is down.

Hey, watch out.

You're ruining all the new plants.

Can't get your coat off?

I'm sorry, man.

You never see women like that

in commercials.

Hips like round cheeses, full breasts.

All you see are those daddy longlegs.

While I'm sure any normal Dutch guy

would say yes to a little extra volume.

Don't you think?

But who do you see on tv recommending

deodorants and underwear and all that sh*t?

Those skinny daddy longlegs types.

And you know why?

I've got my own ideas about it.

Are you listening?

This whole advertising and fashion scene

is full of gays.

They're telling us what kind of women

we should like.

Buy what do they like? Boys. So what

do they give us? Girls that look like boys.

It makes sense. They're not interested

in women with ample D-cups...

You okay, Ronnie?

Anyway...

...maybe you should go

for the full-bodied woman too.

I think you should. Maybe

you should be glad that Mara's gone.

Stop the car.

- I'm sorry?

- Stop the car.

How are you doing?

- Fine.

- Are you?

What about Jaap?

Jaap is taking a step back, he said.

He needed a... what's the word...

Sabbatic?

- Sounds a bit eerie, I think.

- Sounds like he's splitting.

You reckon?

Ronnie, I want you to know I'm sorry

I wasn't there at the party.

Next time...

Of course I hope it won't happen

again, and I think it won't...

But should it happen again,

I will be there next time.

I'll be there.

I saw you.

When it happened.

You were dancing.

You were completely alone.

I've got some cuttings.

Here.

The North Holland Daily.

Trouw, Elsevier Magazine...

They all call you Ronnie B.

It's a kind of recognition, in a way,

an attack like that.

Look at this. Only f***ing half of me.

He saved a guy's life, I swear.

He seemed to sense

what would happen.

There's more.

When we came out of the hospital...

...he took me to the toilet

at the place where the party was held.

He points to one of the panels

in the dropped ceiling...

...and says:

There's a screwdriver on top of that.

He wanted me to go and check

and it turned out he was right.

I'm telling you:
He's changed completely.

Like...

...Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense

is completely different than in Die Hard.

I think something has snapped

inside of him.

He's not the old Ronnie.

He's just not the old Ronnie.

The old Ronnie

Are you moving house?

I can see why.

I'd have moved long ago.

I didn't know you had a brace, Stanley.

Did you know that?

How long have you had it?

Two years.

You've had a brace for two years

without me knowing it.

You're full of surprises this week.

Where's my money? And my pills?

Are you expecting anyone?

It's a woman. She went to a cashpoint

to get some money.

- She's taking over some stuff.

- Like what?

My fridge. This couch.

Bullshit.

- For how much?

- 200 euros.

You're ripping me off for 250.000 euros...

...and you're hanging around here

for 200? Bullshit.

There's more than one.

Jesus, Ronnie, it's her kid.

- Marnix!

- F***!

What happened?

So I'm gonna have to tell James Joyce...

...that I've got an incredible c*nt

working for me?

You think he's gonna buy that?

Where is the money?

And the pills?

Dammit!

Shut the f*** up!

There's a red butterfly

coming from your throat.

- What?

- A red butterfly coming from your throat.

Don't you touch that boy!

Stupid b*tch!

F***ing b*tch.

What?

- No!

- Keep his head still.

No! Ronnie, please!

Daddy's mad.

Send this video to James Joyce.

Any prawn crackers left?

No.

Look, it's The Persuaders.

Tony and Roger are each

involved in lots of action:

Car chases, fights, hot chicks...

You'd think they'd have plenty

to catch up on when they meet.

But they never do.

Funny kind of friends.

They're not friends at all.

They're colleagues.

You never tell me anything either.

Does that make us colleagues?

You know what film

Tony Curtis was good in?

The Boston Strangler.

- You know a lot about movies, don't you.

- I appreciate good cinema, yes.

So why are you in the protection business?

For the money and the fun.

That thing this afternoon, for instance...

...will keep me going for months.

- Is that right?

- Yes.

That's quite a hefty book you've got.

Car mechanics.

- I know everything about cars.

- This book is hardly up to date.

- This is a very good book.

- Sure.

But these days cars are full of digital sh*t.

That's not in your book, I'm sure.

Basics never change.

One day I will own a garage.

The other day

one of these red lights started flashing.

I pressed the Info button

and the display said: Go to a garage.

You know what was wrong?

The oil filter needed replacing.

I could have fixed it with a screwdriver

and a 10 euro filter.

Now they charged me 270 euros.

I used to work at my father's garage.

- I bet he's a millionaire now.

- No, he's not.

My father is dead.

Chop, chop, chop.

Mr. Yondo.

I'll wait here.

The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.

The name says it all.

What were they?

A band from the American West Coast.

Pink Floyd were a bit more experimental.

Our future garage owner.

It's back to Dokkum.

See you next time.

754 A.D. Saint Boniface killed at Dokkum.

Titus, who was killed at Dokkum?

Saint Boniface.

He was a missionary.

Do you know what that means?

- He who brings Christ.

- That's right.

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