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Marina, you tell him!

True, but Wout sounds more modern.

August Borms has witnessed it all.

How in 1914 hundreds of thousands

of Flemish soldiers were sent off to fight,

ordered about in French...

...by French-speaking officers.

Because the Germans showed respect

for the Flemish language,

he chose their side again in 1940.

And what happens after the war?

With these profiteers,

these economic collaborators,

these French-speakers?

They don't even touch them. But Borms...

what am I saying, Dr. Borms...

...they tie him to a post

and shoot him.

The bastards!

They'd better put a bullet through

the head of these sand n*ggers too.

Or ship 'em back in a C-130!

Open the hatch and down they go.

Without a parachute!

These coons have no respect for us.

Not for our language, not for our culture.

Otherwise they would integrate.

Japanese on the other hand...

...I got nothing against them.

They bring money...

...and they behave.

But they don't speak Flemish well, either.

Right, the oracle has spoken!

Because you know any Japanese?

Yes, the one with the friendly face, who

smiles all the time, at the delicatessen...

He is Japanese, no?

Marina, are you really that stupid?

He's Vietnamese, he's a gook!

I can't help it, to me they all look alike.

Japanese...

That is a people of gentlemen...

...a master race.

One mistake in Japan

and off goes your little finger!

And that's just for starters!

Your waffles taste good, Aunt Marina.

I'm really full.

I believe you.

You're eating me into the poorhouse.

It's your fourth.

Watch out or Dad makes you pay for it.

Little imbecile.

Time to hit the sack.

Kevin, you'll manage to get home?

And you, don't play your music too loud.

Leave the dishes, Marina, let's go to bed.

Good night, boys.

- Night, Aunt Marina.

You leaving yet or you want to come up?

I'll come up for a while.

Keep it down, for my father.

What was this about that old drunk?

Earlier on, there is this old drunk

who suddenly starts calling us "a**holes".

Just like that, no reason whatsoever.

It's always without a reason with you.

I swear.

I mean, what is wrong with this

old generation these days?

They lack respect for us young people.

Not a grain of respect.

Something should be done about this.

Almost forgot.. This afternoon in the park

we taught one of those old fags a lesson.

You had a busy day, I can tell.

You should take it up as a profession.

Beating up people. Become a cop maybe?

This guy offered me money

to give him a blow-job!

I tell him:
"Ho! You think I'm a hooker?"

Do I look like a whore?

This guy answers right away:

"Sorry, I apologize, I made a mistake. "

And I:
"But I still look like a whore?"'

I gave him a little slap in the face and

he's on his back already.

My neck hurts.

Wait...

- Hey, no!

I'll crack it for you.

So what do you think you're going to do?

You think you're stronger than I am?

So what can you do now?

What's this? What kind of laughter is that?

Alright... I've never looked at it this way.

What's with you? That was just a laugh.

The fag in the park probably must

have laughed that way too.

What is it you're insinuating?

You think I'm gay?

Well, I mean... if that is the case,

don't make it into a problem.

You can be yourself the way you are.

You don't have to be ashamed.

- Of what?

You really think I'm a f*ggot?

Do you have any idea how many chicks

I've screwed?

You? I've never seen you with a girl.

I am not gay! Understand?

Can you believe this!

If you're going to repeat that once more,

I'm really going to believe you are one.

Can you lower your voices?!

What's with you?

Always this aggressiveness!

I'm fed up with it.

You think you're better than us,

with that stupid grin of yours?

Get lost!

- If you ever talk about this...

If this gets to my father...

Your father? Uncle Koen?

I've always presumed

that you were against fags

because your father is one?

With his Greek-Roman wrestling...

...and his visits to saunas.

And go camping, men among men,

swimming naked...

And I'm not even mentioning...

- Shut up.

Shut up about my father!

Come, get lost!

Get lost, I've had it with you!

And take your jacket with you!

I've outgrown it anyway.

Sunday, October 8, 2000

Black Sunday

You're off to vote?

It's still a bit early.

We have until 1 PM,

That's what the notice says.

But at that time, it's too busy.

But how would you know?

It's your first time, right?

I thought so.

I've been there already.

I'm going to the man on the 3rd floor.

He hurt his foot. Can't cast his vote now.

"One vote less for the good guys", I say.

That it should happen right now!

I tell him:
"Give me your proxy".

But it seems you got to be family.

But even without his vote, we'll win.

I am telling you: "wait and see".

OK, see you.

And vote for the good guys,

it's by computer this time.

Later, at the old warehouses?

Don't you have to go and vote?

For whom? I think we've just seen

the result!

Berwout was up so early, this morning?

He's a bit off lately, don't you think?

If he sleeps late, you're not happy either.

You'd better watch your daughter.

What are you talking about?

She went to training with her boyfriend.

Nice kid. What's his name again?

Yoeri.

Right, Yoeri.

I called him yesterday,

he hadn't seen her since last Sunday.

She probably has a new boyfriend then.

To be honest, this kid Yoeri,

I didn't really like him.

Filling the aisles at the supermarket,

what future is in that?

Do you think it's normal that Zonneke

returns home at six in the morning,

looking so fit?

She's 16! Should she look worn-out?

Anyway, times have changed, Marina.

These discos open their doors at 2 AM.

Be happy that she doesn't drink!

Let's hope it isn't anything else.

What is it you want to tell me?

I don't know... drugs?

Have you ever seen a drug addict?

They look like zombies!

No, not our Zonneke?!

Are you out of your mind?

You're the specialist.

At 1 PM,

upon closure of the polling stations,

we will be able to give you

the first estimates.

Exit polls will be taken by volunteers

outside a hundred polling stations.

More information in our

Election Special.

Fresh OJ, hot croissants,

yogurt from the health store, toast,

marmalade from "Marks & Spencer's,"

"Oxfam" coffee, the world for breakfast.

Sorry, no couscous today.

Get dressed.

Are we in a bad mood?

I got just the right medicine for that.

You really have to start so early?

Come on up.

It's Zonhilde, the chick who deals for me.

You don't show yourself. In the bathroom!

Hey, it's my pad here, OK, pal?

I know,

but if you want to powder your nose,

someone has to make money.

And you are allowed to vote?

But not you yet, are you, snotnose?

Everybody gets one vote,

didn't you know, blockhead?

Every Belgian, c*nt.

And what do you think we are, moron?!

Drop dead! You backward pig!

Let's wait for the results.

You'll get off your high horse then!

Swing your fists in their face

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