Gangsterdam Page #3

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I think I'm allergic to them.

Leave them.

The scent keeps sniffer dogs away.

Sure, of course. Sniffer dogs.

- Police sniffer dogs?

- Chill.

Rule no.1,

never open the package.

Rule no.2,

never any contact with liquid.

Or the dope's ruined.

And knock that off.

They're cats, not towels.

- He'd appreciate it.

- Sure.

Sorry.

You complete dick!

Your backpack.

WhY? ln my backpack?

Sure, your backpack.

- Come on.

- Not so fun now, is it?

Dude, what the hell!

It needed a little volume.

So, let's see how we like it!

Move it! Let's go!

On the train,

kick back, zone out.

Hangin' with your buddies.

Chillin', okay?

Carefree, cool.

Carefree, cool,

all the way to Paris.

Why Paris?

Notjust Paris, cool for life.

A cool guy.

Okay, got it.

Thanks, man.

The merchandise.

That's not cool.

- Totally not.

- No.

- Thanks.

- Listen up...

With shorty, you're way off.

Really?

What should I do?

Your problem!

Numbnuts!

I can't bang her for you.

Be cool.

Cool! You're cool.

Can't bang her for you!

Let's shoot!

What's with the sappy smiles?

Butt out.

It's between Nora and me.

So, who's a cute little doggie?

Where'd you come from?

Got me a new friend, too.

That's a great fighting dog.

That's right. Bring it on.

Hands off the dog, sir, please.

Hannibal, heel!

Holy sh*t! We're screwed.

Zip it!

Take it easy. He's not a robot.

Pardon me?

Ignore him.

Cut that out now.

I won't cut it out.

Six months in the slammer

for petting a labrador?

Chill.

This isn't Texas.

Open your bags, please.

He's not with us.

Act like nothing happened.

Sure. Nothing happened.

We'll start with you.

Bag, please.

Yeah.

Bag!

Hand it over.

Yeah, I...

Backpack, sir.

C'mon, let the snooper snoop.

Your backpack, please.

- There you go.

- Thank you.

Thank you, guys.

Watch your lip.

You suck-up, seriously!

The package!

Where's the package?

- Where is it?

- In here.

- Where?

- It's gotta be.

What package?

- No package.

- No package?

What have you lost? What package?

Tell me what package.

Shut up!

I swear it was in here.

- Nothing to say?

- Not to you.

You let me down. I feel betrayed.

What could I say or do?

Not become a drug trafficker!

I'm not a drug trafficker.

I'm in transportation.

It was my only way

to be with her.

And now you know.

We've got a train in 25 minutes.

- And we leave Nora in custody?

- Screw her!

- She can choke on her piss!

- Shut up!

She's a lowlife.

Beneath us.

That is why you came.

You're cockblocking me.

No.

Sh*t, you're still in love with me.

Not at all.

Are you still in love with me?

No, I'm not.

I was 17, 0k?

An age when you process sh*t.

It's perfectly normal.

Give me your phone.

Show me your phone.

F***ing unbelievable!

- What's this photo?

- I forgot I...

You forgot I'm your wallpaper?

You still jerk off over it?

- Do you?

- No!

You sicko!

That's not cool.

It's not cool

bringing that up again, years later.

You think it's easy growing up,

and realizing

you wanna blow your buddy?

Is it a lifestyle choice

or a vacation thing?

Your head feels so...

I understand.

Sorry.

It's ok.

The b*tch isn't for you.

She'll never love you.

Let's split.

It's all good.

- How come?

- I flashed my tits.

They just think

we stopped a train.

Delete that.

You're not gonna blow me.

Hey, Mishka.

Sorry if this is a bad time.

I just wanted to thank you

for the weekend. It's cool.

Amsterdam's magnificent,

just magnificent.

What's up? Problems?

No, no problem. It's all good.

If it's all good, why are you calling?

Well, actually...

we...

It's the train.

We missed the train. We couldn't...

get it.

But you got the package?

Sure, we got the package.

100%! The package is ok.

Why'd you say that?

But the train, totally missed it.

Tomorrow morning, you and Nora

catch the very first train.

Make sure you don't miss it.

8 tomorrow morning. For sure.

We'll be there.

Awesome, thanks.

Thanks for your trust. Big kiss.

That went well.

Why'd you say that?

We don't have the damn package!

- I bought us some time.

- What time?

If we can't find Ulysse, we're f***ed!

You know where he lives?

215 Prinsengracht.

What?

Prinsengracht.

His chick has a houseboat in Jordaan.

How d'you know that?

A woman and her hairdresser

have no secrets.

Jordaan's miles away.

Right...

No!

Your buddy's a psycho.

They're hipsters. They don't count!

That's crying out for punishment.

Just one thing...

What?

We're agreed, we don't rape her?

'Course not!

Hold on.

'Course not, we rape her?

Or 'course not, not?

- We're not raping anyone!

- C'mon!

Of course, absolutely.

We rape her not!

Ma'am?

Outside, we got our wires crossed.

I meant a cool rape.

Not sad rape, with crying and cops.

I know what kind you meant.

But for moral reasons,

we do this my way.

What's your way?

Like the uptown way.

His voicemail.

We don't know where he is either,

or we wouldn't sneak in here.

Could you maybe lower your gun?

All we want is our package.

Cozy place you got here.

Is this Restoration?

- That's him.

- What's he say?

Godammit!

- I'll handle this.

- No, I'll go.

And mess up again?

Trust me.

I'll get the info.

When I arrived in Amsterdam,

I dreamed of making it as a singer.

It didn't take long for me to realize

I'd have to make sacrifices.

Can ljump in?

That's not my question.

I've slept with men.

With many men.

Many, many. many-

What are you staring at?

Nothing.

I'm casually despising you.

Many, many, many, many.

Many, many, many, many.

I mean...

many men.

Yeah. That's quite a many.

You happy, luring my buddy

into your scumsucking world?

I told him not to come.

He's in love with you.

Obviously, he came.

What did you say?

C'mon, don't pretend you didn't know.

You knew.

You stole my buddy.

Anyway...

You people are all the same.

What people?

Arabs.

My mountain bike.

My Archos tablet.

My Adidas flip-flops at the beach.

Every time, stolen by Arabs.

There's no suspense.

It's getting sh*t-boring.

And every pedophile ring

being run by a white guy?

That's cool?

Maybe it's because it needs

a little organization.

Sure.

I see no other reason.

Here's the thing.

You've given me a lot of information.

Very precise info.

Too precise, in fact.

But I don't have the info I want.

Which is,

does Ulysse have our f***ing package?

Sure, he does.

He crossed you, obviously.

Ulysse is a crook, a criminal.

A flyass pirate!

Say...

Feels like you have a package.

Really?

Want me to blow you?

Yeah, no. I mean, no.

Thanks, I'm just fine.

Well?

We were right, Ulysse has our package.

She'll get it back tomorrow.

I'm sick of Amsterdam.

I didn't sign up

for getting attacked by a hooker,

hit on by a nympho,

and losing my glasses.

I'm going to bed.

Not sleeping?

No, I can't.

You were right,

I shouldn't have come.

I should've listened to you. Sorry.

I thought I'd...

- I don't even know in fact.

- Stop.

Stop saying sorry.

Yeah, sorry.

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