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In the eight century he travelled from England

to Friesland to convert the Frisians.

Although the Frisians were heathens,

they had their own beliefs.

They believed in holy trees.

Any forest has a crooked elm

or giant oak tree that catches the eye.

The ghosts of the dead

hang in their branches.

The ghosts of the dead?

Anyway, Saint Boniface had different views.

He started chopping down trees

with a Bible in his hand.

Those Frisians were angry...

...and killed him with an axe.

In the end the Frisians

were converted, though.

Now I see.

- I understand.

- What?

Then this country

must be very orthodox.

Titus speaking.

No? All right. Bye.

My next fare has been cancelled,

so I've got a few hours to spare.

You doing anything?

Help!

What was the first thing

you understood?

In the Dutch language?

'You have no credit left

on your mobile phone.'

- Where's my book?

- I don't know.

Under your seat, perhaps?

- Where's my book? My book!

- Calm down.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Look in the back of the van.

Here's your book, Eduardo.

You okay?

Can we go into town?

Can we go into town?

What do you think?

Jesus, Ronnie, how long

is this going to go on?

What are you doing?

It's not even a blemish,

it's made that way.

- Heard from James Joyce?

- Put in a new stone. They're in the shed.

Last week Paul was watching snails

mate for hours. You know what he said?

They have perfect sex, why can't we?

They've got their own homes, I said.

Mara!

How many times have I told you to squeeze

this? Do you want me to catch a disease?

Next time I'll rip out those silicone

implants and kick you out with your A-cups.

I didn't even want those breasts.

I put in the paving stone.

Okay.

James Joyce...

...wants us to come by tomorrow.

That's good news, isn't it?

Sure.

Sure.

- Only two.

- Why?

Only two.

I'll stay down here.

Ronnie.

Heartburn.

And he does it all for you, Ron.

Remember Stanley

and the vacuum cleaner?

I saw you couldn't handle it.

That's not true.

That's not true. I go all the way.

I always go all the way, dammit.

All the f***ing way.

F*** off.

You too.

Daddy's tired.

Stop!

Get away from that tree.

And this one...

Alright, boy.

Come, Marnix.

Don't look around.

I'm taking a f***ing leak here.

You a**hole.

Take it easy.

Put that thing down before it goes off.

All the misery you've caused

with your filthy paws.

Well...

...I'll be damned.

This isn't working.

Can I have a look?

I know about cars.

Are you up to this?

Going well?

Marnix!

Step on the gas.

Wash your hands in the kitchen.

Hi, Marnix.

I've come to wash my hands.

What are you drawing?

Ready.

Nice.

Wait.

Open your mouth.

Ready.

You're a black magician,

that's what you are.

Easy, now. Take it easy.

Mr. Bazuin. No, don't.

Calm down, Mr. Bazuin.

Calm down now.

Marnix!

Marnix!

Come here.

A little higher.

- What are you doing?

- What do you think?

If Grandma sees this...

When the rat burns, it will scream.

The other rats will hear it

and make off.

Sientje will be glad when they're gone.

Now hurry up.

Watch carefully.

Marnix.

- I'm here.

- There you are.

- You wanted to come along, didn't you?

- Yes.

- Want an apple?

- Yes, please.

Hi.

Did this gentleman see you too?

Look at Grandma. Are you sure

it was the same gentleman?

Was he on his own?

No?

Well, you don't have to be afraid here.

You're with Grandma and Grandpa.

They will make sure no one gets in here.

Shall I read you some more?

'Wim has gone.'

I'm coming with you.

Done.

Only f***ing half of me.

Ronni B Survives Liquidation Attempt

Hello.

- How's Bonnema doing?

- Sonnema.

I was wondering

if I could get something to eat.

The kitchen's closed.

There's nothing you can just

slip in the oven?

I never just slip things in ovens.

I can make you an omelette

with basil and bread.

Thanks.

Can I help?

- Any cooking skills?

- None.

Come on then.

Break these eggs

and put them in the bowl.

Accident?

Yes.

Beat them gently.

I came close to dying.

When I woke up in hospital

it was as if I...

...crawled back into a wet and sandy sock.

How do you feel now?

Like a peeled shrimp.

With no shell?

That's right.

Cut two pieces of bread.

And butter them.

A bit more generous.

Can I?

Really wonderful.

The mystery of life...

...is hidden in the visible and tangible.

That's what I believe.

Ronnie?

Ronnie?

Oh no!

Why does this sh*t always happen to me?

You bunch of goatfuckers!

- Ronnie?

- Yeah, hi.

Sh*t, your cat died.

I'm about to bury it.

My condolences, I guess.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, but do you know

where Ronnie is?

He borrowed my bike

to go to the sea.

He said:
Tell my friend not to worry.

Did he say that? Friend?

Over there.

He's up on the dike.

- It's over.

- I didn't hear anything.

I mean it's enough.

- What do you mean?

- It's finished, Sientje.

Enough? What are you talking about?

Is that what you'll tell Marnix?

Your Mum is dead

and Grandpa thought it was enough?

- Keep your voice down or he'll hear us.

- So what?

Get in the car now.

Coward.

You coward.

You did it only a month ago.

That was then.

It felt like destiny then.

The very first time he left his lair,

and everybody dressed in white.

But he survived.

That's when the doubts came.

It's not about this man.

It's not about this man.

It's about us.

Saartje will never come back.

Goddammit!

Sientje!

Sientje!

Don't touch me.

Turn around.

- I don't know you.

- I don't know you, but I know who you are.

My daughter just came to get a fridge

and a lounge suite.

- What?

- And you beat her to death.

- Me?

- And you don't even f***ing know it.

Only because she defended a child.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Minne. Minne's not well.

Minne!

Give me your glove.

Keep breathing.

Let go of my husband.

The resurrection of a

BASTARD:

When I feel bad...

...I've always got my music.

It makes me feel closer to my father.

I thought I was safe here.

But now I know...

...that in the land of the Frisians...

...a tree is not a safe place.

In loving memory of Jeroen Willems

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