Flodder 3 Page #6

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can touch it.

I only wanted some peace.

Away from all the billion

dollar deals.

And from the mergers and

the transactions.

Just get back to myself again.

Enjoy daily life.

Falling in love.

-And lying your ass off.

Stick that money up your nose.

I'm going home.

The wedding's over.

I was supposed to catch

the flowers.

You should have told us about

the billion dollar deals.

Johnnie could have helped. He's

very good at dealing.

Sjakie, I'm sorry.

The damage has been done.

Did they lose their house?

-No, they didn't.

It's about me. I've been hurt.

You betrayed the trust of

a civil servant.

I don't want to see you anymore.

Farewell.

I have to tell you one thing.

-Don't say anything.

I liked you very much but I'm

disappointed in you. Farewell.

Sjakie...

I know I did something very bad.

I want you to know I always enjoyed the

afternoons around the coffee machine.

The better I got to know you,

the more I cared for you.

It's too late. You abused

my trust.

Don't be upset. You did your best.

I'm no longer playing along, dad.

You probably don't need to anymore.

If we're lucky, our problems will

be solved after all.

We don't need that goofy civil

servant.

The things people are capable of.

-Unbelievable.

All that effort to get your house.

I thought that screen test was

weird.

And your father. What a jerk.

Look at your own father!

Amazing how important fine

print can be.

Maybe we should talk to

Mr Van Brandwijk.

That won't help. Be happy that

they failed.

Ma almost ruined everything.

Have you recovered, Ma?

Yes, I'm glad I didn't do it. I'd have

had to change last names again.

I hope that's the end of the nasty

surprises.

Absolutely. I checked your file

completely.

There's nothing strange in it

anymore.

So we can stay here?

-Absolutely.

It's your house and it will be

your house.

I mailed the request for the bi-annual

rent renewal.

That was perfectly in time.

Mirjam.

Another coffee, Sjakie?

What's wrong with him?

It wasn't that bad, was it?

I don't think your coffee has

anything to do with it.

Is this the Flodder residence?

Are you Mrs Flodder?

-What can I win by answering?

An eviction order.

What are you doing?

Who's that guy, Ma?

-Did you order a paperhanger?

What are you doing on our door?

-Can you read?

You have to leave by Wednesday. The rent

hasn't been paid.

You're kicked out of your house?

-By Wednesday. The auction's on Friday.

All because Sjakie couldn't be bothered

to walk to the mailbox.

Can't you do anything?

At moments like this, you need

your friends.

If you need a place to crash...

My shed's full of imitation antiques.

But maybe next week.

-I was thinking of something else.

They're going to auction our house.

So anybody with money can buy it.

But you have to have the money.

That's where you come in.

You can all contribute.

Kees will pass the glass around.

Let's be generous.

It's for a good cause.

I just spent my last coin.

Or else I'd have given it to you.

Just give me these then.

-What are you doing?

Hey!

-Thanks.

Thanks a lot, people.

This is at least... 150 guilders.

That's not enough, is it?

-Maybe we can buy back the mailbox.

Drinks for everyone.

But I want your help for

something else.

They're kicking us out at 10 am,

on Wednesday.

And we like to sleep in.

It could get wild. Who can we

count on?

I have nothing else to do.

Thanks, Simon. Will you bring your

dogs again?

They put them down yesterday. I have

a bone to pick with those cops.

I'll be there too. I lost my job in

the harbor. I need some action.

Me too. Those a**holes gave me

a wheel clamp.

They tore one of my best dresses

during the arrest last week.

I'm in too.

I'll bring my karate class

for some practice.

Great, guys. Wednesday is the

big day.

They'll see the Flodders can

put up a fight. Cheers!

Is it finally happening?

-Whether they like it or not.

What do you want?

-Hello, you're moving today.

I don't think so. We have

visitors.

Good, they can help you move.

I don't think so.

You're only making it harder for

yourself.

Better get back in your pedal

cars fast.

She's calling her mother.

Can we get some reinforcements?

If she's calling the same Chinese as we

do, she'll be waiting for a while.

Yes, have a look at that. We know

you by now.

Get in line!

Do you still have a big mouth now?

Get all your things and leave

the premises.

I don't think so.

You didn't expect that, did you?

It's getting better and better.

-I suggest you get lost.

Get in position now!

Up yours now!

Attack now!

-Get them!

This could take a while.

They can't handle it alone. We have

to help!

Stop, all of you!

Just when it's getting interesting.

The eviction has been postponed.

I made sure you won't have to leave

until after the auction.

Why did no one tell me that?

They only just told me.

Postponed? So we get this again

on Friday?

I found out I can make a bid on your

house too, on behalf of the council.

What?

-During the auction.

The house would become the property

of the city. You'd be safe.

Except for the council.

-Yes, but as long as I'm there.

Well done, Sjakie.

Listen, playtime's over.

Thank you all for your help and you're

all invited to Friday's big party.

Party, why?

-Sjakie's going to buy our house.

I'm glad you've all shown up.

We have to make an important

decision.

The impossible is happening on the eve

of our 25th anniversary.

The house of the Flodder family

will be auctioned tomorrow.

I'm reluctant to ask you what I'm

about to ask you.

I do it because I love Zonnedael.

I love everything this suburb

stands for.

Beauty, style, willpower.

I'm asking you to buy the house

of the Flodders.

So we can decide what will happen

to it.

I propose an increase of the yearly

contribution...

to 10,000 guilders.

If we don't act, the council will own

the house.

And I don't need to explain who they

will put in it.

My wife and I are depositing 20,000

guilders.

How much is a livable Zonnedael

worth to you?

You can't park here.

The parking lot's there.

-Here.

You park it.

-Do you trust him with your car?

Absolutely. Those are the

wrong keys.

You didn't forget your checkbook,

did you?

When will our house be up?

13 Netelweg is next.

And after that they'll do our house?

-13 Netelweg is our house.

You always give the police

another address.

What's going to happen, Sjakie?

Your house will be offered for sale

and everybody can make a bid.

The highest bidder will get

the house.

It's starting.

-How far can you go, Sjakie?

I can go up to 800,000.

We'll be processing lot 47.

It's the house at 13 Netelweg.

A luxury villa, built in 1970.

Fairly well maintained.

But trashed by the last

inhabitants.

Nice house, isn't it?

The front yard will have to be dug

out down to 4 meters...

because of petrol and used oil.

We never had a problem with that.

-It's ours.

I'm starting at 250.

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