Gangsterdam Page #4

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No!

Seriously, it's not your fault.

It is a bit, though.

No, it's mine.

I wasn't straight about us.

About you and me?

What are you and me?

You and me are nothing.

You're my study date, once a week.

Right?

Sure.

There's nothing romantic about it.

That's lucky.

I'm not a romantic chick.

Exactly, you're not a chick like that.

And I'm not that kind ofguy either.

So we're good.

We're good.

We're friends?

Guys, wake up!

It's Ulysse!

Get outta here!

- Who are those guys?

- Don't ask me.

Hide!

C'mon, move it!

Faster, you sheep shagger!

What did they do to you?

Speak. my love!

I'm so sorry.

Hold still!

On the couch.

C'mon, sweetie!

Sit down!

He's stressing me out.

I think I'm gonna drop a bomb!

If you fart we 're f***ing dead!

How does Nora manage

to drop a silent fart?

Idk a**hole!!!!!

Ask her!

No, baby, you're really smart.

Dude, I don't have her number!

Nora, this is Durex.

Explain your technique

for farting without making a noise???

Thanks.

Part your butt cheeks

and let it out slowly!

Alright, guys...

I farted!!!

Alright, guys...

I farted!!!

What?

Jesus, Willem!

Not in enclosed spaces, dammit!

Godammit!

It's gotta be you.

It stinks of beer and cabbage.

You're only saying that

'cause you know I ate cabbage.

- Bullshit!

- You pig!

- Willem's farted.

- That's red onions.

Red onions?

- Yeah, it's Willem.

- You gotta be kidding me!

- You farted in here?

- No, it was him!

Cut it out!

I'm outta here.

You farted, you pop a cap in him.

- I didn't eat red onions.

- Like I give a sh*t!

What the hell are we doing here?

This isn't us.

It's not us. Let's blow.

This is pointless.

We bail?

Without the package?

Screw the f***ing package!

These guys are killers!

They dissolved a guy!

Criminals do that a lot.

Ok, forget it.

C'mon, Nora!

What's with your phone?

It's just...

You told me, no problem.

Bring me my package

tomorrow morning at 8,

or you'll be an only child.

What'll he do to him?

You said he was on the level, dammit!

I don't know what he'll do.

I'm sorry.

- What's eating him?

- F*** you!

Mishka's got my bro. It's on you!

C'mon, you're playing

with the big boys now.

Badass is as badass does.

Don't blame me.

It's not my fault. Not a bit!

You're just taking off?

He saves your life

and you bail on us?

Ulysse, you can'tjust walk away.

Hear me?

I think we gotta go to the cops.

Humiliating,

but we got no choice.

Not an option.

If Mishka finds out...

I won't talk.

Can it!

Right!

From now on,

I'm gonna yell very loud!

So he's scared of me!

Why scared?

'Cause he doesn't understand me!

If you're scared, he'll be scared!

What the f***!

Jesus!

Sorry!

I lost my glasses!

Ok, l'll try.

For the sake of credibility,

I gotta ask you to kneel

and beg for your life!

You're a pain in the butt!

Thank you!

Tell him to say where my package is.

Or I smoke the motherf***er!

Your idea's horseshit.

Durex!

Remember when we got suspended

in 6th grade?

For pissing in Dupagne's locker?

No, the other time.

Do the same to him.

Thank you.

Thank you!

You've been wearing that all along?

Of course.

What's he doing?

Scarier than brute force...

Insanity.

Come on, baby, light my fire

Morning.

Try to set the night on fire

Why's he singing?

I've no idea.

You'll p*ssy out, limpdick!

- What the hell!

- You said I could.

You said yes!

- Sh*t!

- You said yes!

- Do something!

- Like what?

Douse his dick!

Go get an extinguisher. Fast!

No extinguisher there.

I'll be right with you.

Got one!

Here I come!

Sh*t!

Kristel!

Can you doll her up for the party?

Of course.

Just saying, with me he talked.

You're sure we'll get in?

Jean-Pierre Pernaut!

Count Bernard de la Villardire.

They'll bust us.

They'll bust us, for sure.

No, they won't.

Keep cool, and it'll all be fine.

So it's a mobster meet-and-greet.

You all know what you gotta do?

Hold on, where's Ulysse at?

No sweat, leave him to me.

Where you been? Grab the bags!

This fat f***er eats too much!

Dump them there!

Slayed ya, man!

Move it!

Durex, we're in. Keep an eye

on Caspar and his dad.

The name's not Durex,

it's Bernard.

Come with me.

What are you doing here?

Come on!

Wait, hold on there.

We can't walk out of here.

Follow me. Ruben has a plan.

He's with Ulysse. Come on!

- Ulysse is alive?

- Yes!

What the f*** is that?

A magnetic lock.

It's hopeless. We blow.

Blow? No way!

There's gotta be a solution.

Because you can demagnetize steel?

C'mon, let's blow.

About time!

Have you seen Jonas?

What are you doing?

He's here with me.

Put him on. Sh*t meet fan!

Dad, no time now.

We're calling

because were stuck on a Physics question.

Your specialty.

Basically, the issue is

how to demagnetize copper.

Steel!

Steel.

I knew he'd buck up.

I always said Jonas...

Dad, please, we don't have time.

Right, what do we know about steel?

Steel is an alloy, yes, but an alloy

of which carbon elements?

A pair of deuces!

We need to speed up the explanation.

He's gotta work out the answer.

Or he won 't remember.

Hear me, Jonas?

Hear him, Jonas?

You hear him.

Yeah!

He hears you.

J'encule ta mre.

If I talk Dutch, we won't get far.

Don't understand, do you?

Get it?

I get it.

So when

the supraconductor

is connected to a source of electricity,

we have what a layman would call

an electromagnetic field.

Thanks, dad. Thanks so much.

You're a life-saver.

Jonas, you get to say thank you, too.

No worries, he's happy.

Give the chump my love.

I promise. Thanks, dad.

Don't worry, we can do this.

Give me the package. Not twice.

Why does that name ring a bell?

What happened to young Souleymane?

What happened to Souleymane again?

Of course!

The jar!

What do you mean, the jar?

What's that?

C'mon, Durex. Man up now!

I did it! That is so f***ing lit!

- You still love me!

- So much!

- I got the package.

- Let's bounce!

Stop the Froggies!

Plug the bastards!

What the f*** do we do now?

Cease fire! Reload!

- What are you doing?

- Finishing up.

Everybody ok?

I'll grab the bags.

Baby, go with him!

- N0 way.

- Go with him!

C'mon, guys, move it! Let's roll!

What do we do now?

Who wants a ride home in a Porsche?

My treat.

Great. I can't drive them!

You're Jewish

and you can't drive a Porsche?

Please!

Like that doesn't hurt?

No, it doesn't hurt.

You actually got shot.

Sure, I got shot.

It clipped me, there's a lot of blood.

But it doesn't hurt.

You pretty much blacked out there.

We saw you.

I blacked out for a second.

A long second.

- What have you lost?

- The Coke bottle top.

The guy feels no pain.

I stub my toe on the bed,

it hurts like sh*t.

He gets shot and it doesn't hurt.

Cry if you want.

Cry!

What's bugging you guys?

I said it doesn't hurt.

I'm warning you,

if it's bad news, save your breath.

I got your dope. Put my brother on.

Don't get fresh with me.

In 3 hours, I'll be in Paris.

I'm checking my brother's ok.

Jonas...

Your brother.

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