Flodder 3 Page #4

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-He's going straight to Poland.

Police, help, Johnnie!

There's the police.

-And where did my car go?

Kees, don't drive so...

Where is it?

-Where's what?

The stolen car, smartass.

Where did you hide it? In that

garage.

You can't just go in there.

Step aside, you.

We received a tip.

What a mess.

-But no car.

Sorry to have bothered you.

Always those false reports.

We've got better things to do.

I put it a bit further. We can

go get it.

Let's not do that. This car's a bit

too hot.

Where did that kid put my car?

-Don't worry.

He might have wrecked it.

There it is.

-My car!

In front of my house!

How can it be here?

Isn't this 52 Acacialaan?

Yes, why?

Did you report the stolen car?

Yes.

A white convertible. This one?

Yes, but the thing is...

So you've got it back.

Was it ever stolen?

You have to understand...

-We don't like false reports.

Did you think we have nothing

better to do?

And your insurance company won't

like this scam either.

I'll be keeping an eye on you.

Goodbye.

That almost ended badly.

-We'll have to be smarter next time.

Yes, speaking.

-My name's Rick, I'm a movie producer.

You were very good at the last

audition.

What are you on about?

Who are you anyway?

-Of course you don't remember me.

I was in the middle of a production,

so we couldn't really talk.

But what I saw looked very good.

I don't know what you mean.

Is Johnnie behind this?

Now I remember. Johnnie once

showed me pictures of you.

We were all very enthusiastic

on the set.

Right, that was all?

Don't hang up, Kees.

I called to ask if you want to make

some money.

That depends. How much?

Three thousand for an hour's work.

What do I have to do?

-We're making an art movie.

It needs some nudity. The screen

test is this afternoon.

Before you continue: I don't do

children or animals.

That's not what I meant.

I was thinking of some simple risqu

stuff.

That's alright then. What should

I bring?

You'll be playing a cheeky hooker.

So wear something hot.

Lots of make-up, the works.

I can't walk the streets like

that and Johnnie can't drive me.

If you start getting changed,

I'll send a car over.

You don't have to walk the streets

in those clothes.

In fifteen minutes?

-Alright.

Well done, very convincing.

I'd like to know what we're doing.

Organizing an anniversary or

making a porn movie?

We're trying to provoke the

Flodders.

I want the council to see that they're

guilty of all kinds of filth.

Nudism, scandalous behavior,

that kind of stuff.

Offences against public decency. Ground

to expel them immediately.

And we make sure we have

the proof.

This can't go wrong.

Is it far?

-What?

The film set.

-No, it's there.

Behind there.

I think my indicator isn't working.

What are you looking at?

Your moustache's falling off.

-My moustache?

Am I still wearing it?

I just came from the film set.

I forgot to remove it.

Right, guys always have car trouble

when I'm in the car with them.

Would you mind checking if it's

flashing?

Alright then.

-It's the right one at the rear.

What's this?

Come back!

Unhappy customer? The biggest pigs

always drive the nicest cars.

But this is our spot. Keep walking!

I think it's horrible. You and I

in the car, with a camera.

I feel dirty.

-No, the Flodders are dirty.

Look at that girl.

Checking out the girls, naughty boy?

Hello, sweetie. What have you

got to offer?

A slap in the face and a knee

up your crotch.

Haven't you got enough?

It's enough that's she's playing

the whore.

The real proof is when she goes with

a guy.

She'll say she wanted a ride,

but no one will believe that.

Unbelievable.

I'd never walk around in my bare ass

like that.

Having to go with any strange man.

Having to do everything those

men ask.

Getting on your knees, bending

over and...

I'd hate to do whatever those

ladies do.

There's another car.

-Come on, girls, work!

Hello, lady.

-I only need a ride.

I bet. Get in.

B*tch, stealing our customers.

B*tch!

Yes, got it.

We can go home.

Nice car, isn't it? I just

bought it.

I'm still breaking it in. What

about you?

You look pretty broken in.

What do you say?

-Let me out. I'll walk.

Let me out!

Good brakes.

This will impress the council.

Good that she got into the car.

-That's the main thing.

Otherwise she could say she just

happened to be walking there.

Are we expecting anyone?

I've made an appointment to go

through the finances.

As long as it doesn't take

too long.

Nice color, isn't it?

98,000.

But that's ready to go, including

hi-fi.

It's not that much, is it?

It's working.

-Cool.

I'm only telling you once, old man.

This is the gas and this is...

And this is the brake.

Maybe we should have used gas,

instead of Ma's whiskey.

I have some mail in my room.

-Sorry, I'm going down.

Is tomorrow alright too?

-It has to be sent as soon as possible.

I'll bring it over in a sec.

-As you wish.

Mirjam, what are you doing here?

I wanted to ask if I can take some

mail out for you.

Mail?

I just finished work and I thought

maybe I can help you.

But you weren't here so I checked

out your desk.

That's very friendly but

you don't need to do that.

I can do it myself.

-But I like to do it. For you.

That's very sweet of you.

Normally, I do it myself.

-Let me do it.

This letter's very important. It has

to be sent today.

Don't worry, I'll do it.

Mirjam, do you have a permanent

job here?

Or are you an intern?

Something like that.

Van Kooten.

What are you doing?

-I was just... uhm...

People from Zonnedael keep calling

about those Flodders.

They keep racing through the suburb and

throwing noisy parties.

I thought we had a deal.

-They're enjoying life.

I'm not. We'll have important guests at

the anniversary, next week.

There will even be a minister on the

closing night.

I want the place to be quiet.

Is that clear?

Son.

You've got 5 seconds to let go of me

or you'll be eating through a straw.

Don't you recognize me, Johnnie?

I'm your father.

I bet you didn't expect to ever

see me again.

No, that's a big surprise.

-That's what I thought.

You don't look like him, Johnnie.

-We all don't look alike.

But whose father are you? We all

have a different one.

When I moved in with your mother,

you were already there.

Right, so I'm not winning any

prizes today.

You haven't changed, Johnnie.

As a little boy, you also had

a big mouth.

Remember how you offered the kids in the

street protection for ten marbles?

I don't remember that.

All those kids you dumped in the ditch,

with a bike wheel around their ankles.

I had to free them before the

police arrived.

You were quite something.

Did I do funny things too?

-You couldn't talk yet when I moved in.

I guess I was still a baby.

-Kees, you started talking at 12.

What do you remember about me?

-I don't know you.

I left your mom when she was

8 months pregnant.

But then...

-To the reunion of father and daughter.

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