Five Fingers Page #2

- Would you like one, then?

- I don't smoke.

Afraid it's going to ruin your health?

Why is that funny?

Nothing. Just you.

Worried about your health.

There are other things

that you should be worried about, Martijn.

Like making your next move.

I have to tell you

it is a pleasure to play with you, Martijn.

Most Westerners cannot play chess

to save their own lives.

I have a theory about that.

Westerners cannot play chess

because they play too much poker.

What do you think?

I don't gamble.

If more Westerners played chess,

they would understand.

There are no bluffs, only calculations.

I think Gavin played poker.

Don't know. Maybe.

I thought you were good friends.

I barely knew him.

How were you introduced?

Me and Gavin?

- On the Internet.

- Not by the woman?

What woman?

The Moroccan woman at Schiphol.

She's my girlfriend.

So you are not married yet?

No, not yet.

But you are thinking about it.

- When the time is right.

- Yes, yes, of course. Life can be short.

Twenty-five seconds.

Fifteen.

- Ten.

- Do you mind? I...

Forgive me, Martijn.

I only want to help.

You are running out of time.

I wonder,

perhaps you do not like women?

What?

Perhaps you are preferring boys.

No. Definitely not.

- You live in Amsterdam.

- Not anymore.

But you often go to Amsterdam.

- Why is this?

- To visit my friends.

- Friends. Gay friends?

- Not everyone in Amsterdam is gay.

Then who do you visit there?

Just because I go to Amsterdam

doesn't mean I'm gay.

It's like saying every Muslim is a terrorist.

- Is every Muslim a terrorist?

- No.

Are you?

What do you think?

You could be gay.

What makes you say that?

I saw Lawrence of Arabia.

And using your logic...

I could be just like

one of the Muslims in that film.

Yes. And look what they did to Lawrence.

- What did they do to him?

- They f***ed him, to humiliate him.

You think I want to f*** you, Martijn?

I hope not.

I could do it. Right here.

In front of the camera.

Would you like that?

Your move.

You know, Martijn,

you speak very good English.

I'm Dutch. We all speak good English.

Yes, but yours is better than most.

And so is yours.

Thank you. I studied in Nigeria.

So you're not Moroccan.

Tell me about your friends in America.

I don't have any friends in America.

Yes, yes,

but you speak their language perfectly.

I used to have some clients there.

- Tell me about that.

- There's nothing to tell.

- You are hiding something.

- No.

I'm not.

You are lying.

Get out of my face!

I'm not lying.

We shall see.

Check.

- Can't we... Can't we take a break?

- There are no breaks.

Then can't we quit?

You are willing to concede defeat?

No.

- Then we must continue until you lose or...

- Or what?

- You know what.

- No, I don't.

You will tell me when you are ready.

- What will I tell you?

- Eight seconds, Martijn.

- Help me a little.

- Six.

- Just say it and I'll confirm it.

- Four.

- Please.

- Two.

You've got to tell me.

Martijn, your flag has fallen.

- I should not allow that.

- What do you want me to tell you?

Technically speaking, it is cheating.

The game should be over.

I just need to hear it from you.

What is so important

that you would cheat, eh?

We were talking. We were talking.

What's the matter? You sound upset.

Relax. Relax, Martijn.

It's all right.

Let me see your hand.

- You are a dentist?

- No.

- A doctor?

- No.

- A writer?

- No!

No, wait.

A musician?

- No.

- You are lying.

I'm not. I'm not lying.

Martijn, you have to understand,

I hate it when people lie to me.

I have enormous respect for artists.

- Why is that?

- You play guitar?

No, wait.

Piano. Yes?

Yes, piano.

Jazz or classical?

- Mostly jazz.

- There you are.

Straight ahead or fusion?

Free jazz.

- You a fan?

- In a way, yes.

What way?

Jazz is American.

But it has its roots here, in Africa.

Where exactly in Africa are you from?

I thought you were a banker.

That's my job, not my passion.

I thought the Moroccan woman

was your passion.

She knows how important

my music is to me.

And now, Martijn, so do I.

Then you don't mind if we quit?

If we do something else.

Of course I mind, very much.

- Please.

- You know you are a very deep man, Martijn.

First I discover your skill at chess,

which certainly surprised me.

I had no intention of playing this long.

And now I learn you are a jazz pianist.

It makes me wonder,

when did you have the time?

- For what?

- You know what.

No, I don't! I don't know!

Check. Your move again.

Just say it and I will confirm it.

I will tell you whatever you want.

Quite obviously you will not.

Just tell me who you are.

I am a savage.

I am an animal.

Please.

I can't tell you anything

unless I know what you want me to say!

Everything.

I want you to tell me everything.

- You want to know my birthday?

- April 5.

My passport number?

C4538H49.

My bank account numbers?

- Then you know everything.

- Not everything.

There's nothing left I can say.

- You and I both know that is a lie.

- I am not lying! I am not!

- Why have you come here?

- To set up my food programme.

Did Saadia put you up to this?

She... She...

She has nothing to do with this.

- I find that hard to believe.

- It's true.

Martijn, when are you

going to tell me the truth?

Why don't you tell me the truth?

Just who the hell you are

and what the f*** do you want from me?

This is your last chance.

There's nothing else I can say.

All right.

- Mate.

- No.

I am so sorry, Martijn.

- Please, another game.

- I thought you were tired.

- Just... Just one more try.

- The game is over.

I need another chance.

I need another chance!

You should have concentrated more.

Your last moves were very hasty.

Please. Please. Please.

Another game, please.

- Give me your hand.

- No! No! No! No!

Give me your hand, Martijn.

No!

Please, no.

No! No, don't, please!

This is your last chance.

I don't know what you want me to say.

You'll make a good father.

Someday, ja.

- So you want to have a family?

- Of course.

Don't you ever want some kids of your own?

If I could, I would.

But these kids,

and a few back home in the Rif Mountains,

I sort of see them as my own.

Then I guess they're mine, too.

Jesus.

Who are you?

Do you speak English?

Francais?

Arabic?

Answer me!

I'm sorry.

Please.

Just... Just say something.

Anything.

They told me not to.

How many are there?

You can whisper.

- About 10.

- Are you part of their group?

No.

Then how do you know them?

They hired me to bandage your finger.

They're going... They're going to kill me.

Then why would they hire me

to bandage your wound?

When did they hire you?

- Yesterday.

- Until when?

Tomorrow.

And when tomorrow comes,

do you think they will just pay you

and let you go?

- Yes.

- No. You've seen my face.

- No.

- You can see me.

No, I cannot.

Then how can you see my hand?

It is very difficult.

I know.

You're hurting me.

But I am trying to help you.

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