Frits en Freddy Page #5

Go on, try again.

F***!

D'you mind? What a farce!

I've been waving an empty gun at people.

Exactly. D'you know why? I've told you

loads of times. You're a f***in' psycho.

It's Mouse. You sort it.

You always know best anyway.

Hello?

No, it's Freddy.

Yes, he's my brother.

OK, I'll put him on.

He wants you.

- I've got nothing to say to the guy.

Tell him that yourself.

Hello?

- Let's resolve this. I've got the cash.

Really? Hold on a minute.

He says he's got the cash.

- Yes! Yes!

How come, all of a sudden?

- Doesn't matter. He got scared, eh?

Scared of who? Not of us.

- Do the deal.

- In used 50 euro notes, not new ones.

Oh, so you remembered?

- Yeah, yeah.

In a transparent plastic bag.

But I want to talk to my wife first.

- Hold on.

He wants to talk to you.

Carlo? You've gotta help me.

Happy?

- Where shall we meet?

I'll call you back in ten minutes, OK?

Hello?

We've got to come up with a plan.

- I'm aware of that too.

I don't trust it.

- Don't start.

I want a share of the money too.

- What did you say?

This has got nothing to do with you.

- Oh no? I was kidnapped.

And threatened with a gun.

- Tbat wasn't loaded.

I want 25.000 euros.

or I'll go to the cops.

You won't have far to go,

there's one standing next to you.

This isn't looking good.

- Butt out, arsehole.

Mouse'll never let you go.

- We'll keep his old woman then.

She can come and live with us

in our bungalow, like Snow White.

Listen, I'll help you.

- I don't trust you.

D'you really think Mouse is scared of

you two? He'll easily find you.

Start by untying me.

- No way. So you can run off?

No. We'll go to Mouse together and I'll

be in charge, so there are no accidents.

Why would you help us?

- I was wondering that too, Charlie.

You're a cop. If that gets out...

- It needn't get out.

Listen, I can't tell you much,

but we're really close to nailing Mouse.

We've got enough evidence.

It's a matter of days.

And then he'll lose

his beautiful villa too.

Any cash he's got will be dirty money.

He won't be going into detail.

Untie me first.

I don't believe a word.

He thinks we're stupid.

I wonder why?

He's a cop. He'll wait till we turn

round, then he'll hit us over the head.

I'd untie him, if it were up to me.

Me too.

It's a bad idea.

Don't come crying to me afterwards.

A very bad idea.

We'll split it 50-50.

There you go!

We'd end up out of f***in' pocket.

She wants half, big mouth there wants

That's not on, Charles.

Told you! We're the ones

caught by our balls up an apple tree!

Work it out between yourselves.

I want half.

Bloody money-grubber. Is that what

they teach you at cop school?

Two minutes.

Come with me, you. Come on.

We're letting them make fools of us.

- Glad you realise.

We'll give the silly b*tch back to Mouse

and keep all the dough for ourselves.

Now you're talking.

We'll kick the cop, the girl

and her mongrel out on the way.

They can walk back together.

It's not really fair, is it?

D'you know how long it takes to earn it?

- I do at least, yeah.

Have you wondered how you're going to

get your share of the cash?

Or have you arranged for those two

to pay it into your account next week?

Then we'll go abroad.

- To Spain.

No, Freddy, the South of France.

- Why France?

Do you speak Spanish?

- No.

Well then.

And once Mouse is in the slammer.

we'll come home at our leisure.

What about Charlie? He'll be cross.

What if we make sure

all the dough's gone?

If the cops come and question us,

we'll pretend ignorance.

It'll be Charles's word against ours.

And there are two of us.

I'll make sure you get your share.

- Really?

Half. And you'll get

Hey. Hold on...

Yeah, stop there.

Engine off.

- Engine off.

Get out and show us the money.

- Get out and show us the money.

Hold the bag up in the air.

Bloody hell. I'm dying for a piss.

Walk slowly over to here.

Did you hear me? Take your time.

I can't wait much longer.

I want to see my wife first.

- He wants to see her.

Gina, get out. Get out.

There she is. Happy now?

Come over here, with your arms up.

Hey, Mouse. No, no.

I said come over here.

Dammit, he won't go through the water.

Oh f***!

Get down. Quick.

Hold on, Mouse.

Oh, Mr Ren.

- Hello, Freddy.

Hello.

- Hello.

Next time we meet,

the drinks are on you.

What?

That's what we say in Flanders.

Forget it.

D'you know that guy?

Oh, no. No, I've never

seen him before in my life.

I don't like those kind of people.

They're cocky upstarts.

Where's your brother?

- My brother? I don't know.

Oh, there he is.

Surprise!

Hello, Mr Ren.

How are you? Keeping well?

That's yours.

- Ah...

Oh, it's not urgent.

What about you? D'you know that guy?

- Over there? No, no, no.

Are you sure?

- Yes, yes, very sure.

Right then...

Don't forget to

say hello to your dad for me.

No, no.

See you later. Miss.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Hello, Mouse?

I've got a surprise for you.

F***in' hell, it's Dad!

I don't believe this.

- Sh*t.

Why's he there?

- How should I know?

I didn't put him in there.

- He won't be very happy.

Go on.

That wasn't what we agreed.

He wasn't supposed to come too.

Give that phone here.

- No.

And now they cross at the same time.

I'll count to five. Then Gina and

your dad set off at the same time.

No crap either

or we'll sboot a hole in him.

Why isn't he at home watching the box?

- You can ask him yourself.

Right. One, two...

- Go on, cross over to Mouse.

You must be joking! Through that water?

My boots'll be ruined.

Go on, granddad.

We want our dad back.

- That's not my problem.

Will you f***in' well cross over?

Pair of amateurs!

Don't blame me.

F***in' hell!

- Freddy, no.

Freddy, come back. Freddy.

Freddy, no.

- Come here.

F*** you!

Freddy, don't.

Freddy, come back.

Sorry, Dad.

Those guys blew up Granny's car. They're

real lowlifes. You saw that yourself.

F***in' psychos.

Hello, sir.

Where's she gone?

Gina!

- Gina!

F***in' hell! I don't believe this!

Where's she gone?

- I don't know.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- That depends.

Oh yeah? What on?

- I can't read your mind, Carlo.

Yeah, true...

Probably a good job too.

F***in' bloody hell!

A dreadful business, eh?

- Yeah, Dad.

We're a couple of dimwits, eh?

I really thought that

as you two got older you would...

What?

You know how it all started, eh?

- You gonna start that again?

It was your idea to take her with us.

And you brought the cop along.

- What cop?

D'you know what you are?

- Tell me.

You're...

- What, what, what?

Off your rocker.

- And you're an old woman.

I can't live with him anymore, Dad.

- Move out then.

Why do I have to move out?

You move out. Go and live with Dad.

That is not a good idea.

What did I tell you? You never listen.

We look a right pair of fools now.

- F***!

Good morning, gentlemen.

What can I do for you?

- Good morning, sir.

Are you religious?

- Well...

That's a rather personal question.

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