Het Verlangen Page #5

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Exciting. I'm jealous.

- Waiter?

Know what I've always dreamed of?

A bed & breakfast in Spain.

Huh?

- Yeah.

Your book triggered something in me.

So you read it?

- No. Well, the title.

You're weird.

This was so much fun.

- Yes, it was, sweetie.

Stupid Jew.

- You're not allowed to say that.

I'll beat you to a pulp.

You're fired.

- I don't give a sh*t.

Fired?

- Did you hear what he said?

Weirdo.

- Take him home. Now.

I never want to see you again.

Re?

Sorry.

- It's OK.

Wait till you meet my friends.

What are you doing here?

- I talked to Boudewijn on the phone...

...and I...

...I want to get rid of the deal.

- What?

Can I come in?

- No.

Who was that?

Hello?

Oh, a fan.

A hassle.

- Open up.

The price of fame.

Open that door.

Now.

His face on TV was his worst nightmare.

He'd be happy if, thanks to me,

over a 1000 books would be sold.

You have to do something.

You always do those sort of things.

Hey, Herman.

That's different from pretending

to be someone else.

Now what?

- I'll come up with something.

Like what?

- I'll call the lawyers.

These people have been in the business

for a 100 years...

...10 to 30 titles a year...

...good short stories,

delicate poetry album...

...the sun rises, the sun sets...

...slowly the old farmer counts his balls

and everything remains the same.

And look at it now.

Don't show anything.

- Of course not.

Don't talk about anything.

Act cheerful.

How wonderful to be filled with pride

at my age...

...with such successful...

Ouch.

- What's wrong?

Why don't you go inside.

It's nothing. Bad mussel.

Dad, how nice of you...

- There.

...to come by.

I've just been to the doctor.

Fortunately, we still have the same one.

- But...

Things don't look good

with your stomach again, do they?

That can mean only one thing:

problems in the business.

How do you know that? Did he...

- But you claim everything is great.

I don't fall for everything, you know.

I have 40 years of experience.

What do you mean, dad?

- What's going on with that country bimbo?

That fake writer.

Fake writer?

- Who wrote that book?

Who?

But, dad...

- Have a seat.

What if this gets out?

I'll look like an idiot

in the publishing world.

Goudemondfs reputation will be ruined.

Let alone the claims abroad.

We'll never get another job again.

- We?

The world has changed, dad.

- Who wrote that book?

Some creep who lives near Arnhem.

Maybe you should sit down.

- I'm not sitting down.

I knew it, though.

I knew it from the very first day.

So why didn't you say anything?

- Because of your mom.

The disgrace that her sons are con men.

I don't know if she can handle it.

She has diabetes, remember?

But you're going to deal with it

and you're going to deal with it fast.

Before it gets completely out of hand.

Mom and her diabetes?

I'm glad he's still standing.

My brother's a hypochondriac.

He's fine.

It's all in his mind.

- Acute ulcer.

Five days complete bed rest.

Any news?

- No.

Between now and three days I want...

...a solution.

- I'm on my own.

We taught you to think for yourself.

We have to do something. Fast.

- I get that.

He regrets it, Bri.

- I get that.

He'd love to work for you again.

He'll do anything you say.

How hard can it be?

There are three parties.

We have airtight contracts.

He doesn't have a leg to stand on.

- That will make him think twice.

I don't give...

...a Sh*t.

But there's no way back.

Sounds like you have a problem.

Well...

- That kick boxer. I've already forgotten.

I adore your milieu.

Always have.

He regrets it so much.

I'm sure he's a nice guy, deep down.

- You don't mean that.

He'll do anything.

You let your wife run away.

You let your brother come up with

insane plans and you don't do anything.

What did I do wrong raising you?

Anything.

Hello.

Bu?

Bu?

Pain, pain.

Bo.

- He's very ill.

Can't you see that?

I finished it.

What?

Yeah, come in.

- The book. I finally finished it.

Good. But...

Page 753. At the bottom.

"Leonie withdrew for the umpteenth time

on the deserted island oi masturbation."

Page 754, I mean.

"After many journeys

and long sleepless nights...

...Leonie knew there was only

one solution.

A delicious solution.

A merciless solution.

A decisive, definite, untimely solution.

No longer plagued by fear

or other inhibitions...

...she walked to the edge

of the railway platform.

In the distance she heard the rumble

of a fast-approaching train."

No.

- My former driver, that kick boxer...

He'll do it just like that.

One small push. No one will notice.

Everyone knows that suicide...

...happens a lot.

It's even in the book.

I don't believe my ears.

What kind of hooligan mentality is this?

Yes, it's...

...Herman.

Why aren't you returning my call?

I want to talk to you. Now.

And I don't hear anything...

...from your brother either.

Call me today, or else...

...I'll visit you with a lawyer.

Tu casa es mi casa?

My friend wants to start

a B&B in Spain.

She'll take Andre' with her

and we won't see him for a long time.

A monthly allowance and that's it.

Marc, that guy's insane.

That's probably why he wrote

such a deranged book full of sex and death.

We've never really talked about that.

- About what?

What you think of the book.

- Probably because I hadn't read it yet.

I'm not sure I understand it yet,

but...

...it has something to do with me

in some weird way.

The longing for something.

Something else.

For everything you lost.

Or something you never had.

Without longing you're nothing.

Or no one.

But at the same time

it can lead to...

...death.

I've wanted to be a writer

for a long time.

A real writer.

When my parents were busy

beating each other up...

...I sat in a corner making up stories.

With myself as the main character.

A very clever girl.

With glasses and short hair.

My ex left me because she felt

I wasn't able to make decisions.

That can't have been

the only reason.

Maybe not.

But it was her argument.

How long were you together?

Eight years.

Eight years.

My relationships never took that long.

- Lasted.

Huh?

It's 'lasted'.

Sorry, I'm really into it.

- OK.

But I'm doing better, right?

A lot better.

But... was she right?

About not being able to make decisions.

For my brother everything is clear

and straightforward.

I just see too many grey areas.

Everything has so many sides.

There are pros and cons.

Every argument has a counter-argument.

There isn't one truth.

That's just so you.

'80'. 'Like'. What is it?

Of course there's one truth.

Is there?

- Yes.

For instance...

...one shoe is nice and the other isn't.

Take your shoes.

They're ugly-

- Are they?

Did your ex buy you those?

- No.

And, by the way, she wasn't right.

I can make decisions.

You were talking about

your former driver.

Brigitte met with Andr.

She made up a story

about a dangerous lunatic.

A creep who had threatened her.

That the police was useless.

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