Frits en Freddy Page #4
- Year:
- 2010
- 89 min
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and it took twenty minutes.
And you didn't want to
take your pal with you.
Hello, madam.
- Hello.
D'you know where Their Reverences are?
- They've gone to the Ardennes.
- On holiday?
They took our bus with them.
Just like that, without asking.
Excuse me, sir.
Are you going to the village?
Village?
Do you speak Dutch?
No, Flemish.
Here, let me hold that for you.
Can you give me a lift to the village?
I'm in a hurry.
I've been standing here for an hour.
Another time, maybe.
- I won't give you your bag back.
I'm gonna get angry, I can feel it.
- Don't be so silly.
Oh, sorry.
F***in' hell!
Sorry.
I'll walk.
- No way. F***in' hell! Silly b*tch!
Come on. Get in. And shut the f*** up.
Happy now? I told you you couldn't
have a lift and I didn't have time.
There was no way I could know...
- You don't listen!
And now I'm the one
left holding the baby.
What d'you want from me?
- Not a f***in' thing.
F***!
F***in' hell!
- Really?
He does business with gangs from
Bulgaria and Russia. Import, export.
Those guys are really dangerous and we
saw you come out of there yesterday...
Well, run out of there, because the gate
was closed. Then we followed him later.
And he drove to your place.
And we saw him go in.
No, Charlie. No.
No, no.
Cops always come in twos, or more.
- Yeah.
There are jokes about it. You were there
all by yourself with your binoculars.
Yeah, but my colleague had just
popped to the shop. He was hungry.
D'you think Charlie looks like a cop?
No.
You've got an accountant's face.
What the hell's going on, Freddy?
- Come on. Get out.
We've got problems, guys.
- Did that come free with the shopping?
Who is that?
- What's going on?
You're hungry, go to buy
some bread and yoghurt
and come back with a chick
and a mangy dog.
She wanted a lift and I said no.
Then I bent down and she saw my gun.
Now I get it.
Good job we didn't come in the Daf.
There wouldn't have been
enough bloody room.
Why can't you use your stupid head?
Aren't things bad enough already?
Aren't we in enough sh*t?
I haven't got a stupid head.
D'you speak Flemish?
Couldn't you have found someone else
to cadge a lift from?
We've gotta get out of here, now.
- Why?
Mouse pulled up
as I drove off from the shop.
Wbat?
- How did he end up there?
How does he know we're here?
- Well...
You think I...
- Yes.
You really don't use
your stupid head, eh? How could I?
He took my phone off me yesterday
and has had it ever since.
Yeah, right, I phoned him.
Stay here, you.
Here.
Did he see you?
- No, but he'll be here before long.
Was he alone?
- I don't know.
What are we going to do with her?
Take her with us.
Here.
I don't want to come.
- Tough. It's not up to you.
Get down, or I'll blow your head off.
And shut the f*** up!
What's he going to do?
Hello, Freddy.
Long time no see.
Hello, Mr Ren.
I'm Frits. My brother is Freddy.
How's your dad?
- Fine. Fine, thanks.
My guv'nor asked me to pop by.
Some Flemish colleagues phoned.
Apparently, a policeman disappeared
in your road in Flanders.
A policeman, a cop. In your road.
D'you hear me?
Hold on.
Have you ever seen this guy
near your place?
No.
- Take another look. Go on.
Look.
MISSING PERSON:
INSPECTOR CHARLES WILLEMS
No.
- You didn't see anything unusual?
No, I didn't see anything. No.
Your brother didn't either?
- No.
We're always together. See?
My brother and I are always together.
That's yours.
- Yeah. Yeah...
What? Aren't you going to answer it?
- No. No...
OK...
I'll call you back.
It's not urgent.
What the hell is he up to?
Mouse'll be here any minute.
Get right down, you.
- Go on, shoot me.
What did you say?
- Retard.
What?
- Don't understand that word?
Don't wind me up!
- Calm down. Or accidents'll happen.
He probably had
I'm telling you, Freddy, the biggest
problem we have today is stress.
You slave away.
Everyone thinks everything's fine.
And then, suddenly, you kick the bucket.
Yeah...
Going home already?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Got to work tomorrow, eh?
Right, say hello to your dad for me.
- Sure.
Don't forget, eh?
- No, no. I won't. I won't.
What's up? You gonna tell me or what?
Charles is a cop.
Think that's funny?
- I'm pissing myself laughing.
Why d'you suddenly say that?
- Ren had a photo of him.
They're looking for him
and the cops think we're involved.
What's going on, Charles?
- I told you, guys. I said...
Why do they suspect us?
- How am I supposed to know?
What do we do?
You're the one who dragged him along.
- Don't start that.
I didn't hear anything. Honestly.
- You go deaf now and then, or what?
It's simple, eh? He's gotta disappear.
- You can't kill him, he's not a dog.
Got a better idea?
- Nothing's happened, guys.
I won't say anything, I swear.
Let us go. We'll make our own way.
No, I don't trust you.
Nice try, but it's out of the question.
After all, he's a cop, eh?
It's Mouse.
What did I say? I was going to call you
back. Which bit didn't you understand?
I was going to call you.
What did he want?
- He didn't say, Freddy.
It's nice here, isn't it?
Nice place to come for a walk
with the family in the summer.
Have we lost something, gentlemen?
- Dunno what you may've lost,
but I've lost my wife.
And you think
you're gonna find her here?
In my caravan?
They demanded 200,000 euros.
What are you trying to say?
That your old woman's been kidnapped?
Exactly. Yes...
She's obviously no ordinary girl.
- That's for sure.
She's no ordinary girl.
- No.
She's...
But I refuse to be blackmailed
by two retarded monks.
I can understand that.
Do I know these two retarded monks?
No, no, no. It all started
when you set that alarm off.
And when you stupidly
left your briefcase there.
I'll tell you what, I've had enough.
You sort it. I'm going home.
Come on, everyone out.
Show's over. Come on.
I'm not gonna be made a fool of.
I'm calling Mouse,
he can have his old woman back.
You're not!
- We'll see about that.
What are you doing?
- I'm gonna whack you with this branch.
That's not a branch, that's a root.
Branches grow in the air,
roots grow under the ground.
They always have done.
Don't.
Come on, Freddy.
Bloody hell. Stop it, pal. You'll...
You asked for it.
Stop or I'll shoot.
Happy now?
- Shut up!
Honestly!
- Get back.
Think I don't dare?
Get off, you mangy mongrel.
Stay here, you.
- I haven't got anything to do with it.
Yeah, right. Go and stand over there.
Give me the keys to the bus.
- That bus isn't ours.
That's not my problem. The keys, now!
Stop this, miss. Give that gun here.
Come on.
Want me to hurt you?
- I'll shoot.
What with? It's not loaded.
I took all the bullets out.
Yeah, right.
- Sboot me then.
Shoot!
There, what did I tell you?
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