Little Sister Page #2

- No.

These are all the houses

we ever lived in.

Frankfurt, 1983.

Would you like some tea?

Martijn, do you think you could film

somewhere else this evening?

At Ingeborg's place, maybe?

I think she has the hots for you.

So what?

Martijn, come on.

Im not interested in Ingeborg.

Bullshit.

I don't love her.

So what? You don't have to love a girl

in order to f*** her.

That's my opinion.

Do you love her?

What?

- Do you love Daantje?

Love... I don't know.

So you don't.

- F*** off, man.

Ramon...

- Its none of his business.

But it is mine.

Girl, I love you.

Why don't you get rid of that moron?

- My brother is no moron.

No.

Im a moron. Call me when that film

is finished. Im going to play soccer.

Come on.

- F*** off.

Such a pity. He's gone.

And I was just getting to like him.

F***ing awful.

He's gone forever.

Bullshit.

Ramon adores me.

Maybe. But do you adore him?

Don't fool yourself.

I know what you're using him for.

Some day, you'll have to make a choice.

Welcome to my shelter.

- Hi, little fellow.

Do you like it?

This is Victor.

- God, that noise.

My neighbour had put him out

with the garbage. He's very watchful.

Obviously.

So little furniture.

- Im never in.

Why is there so much noise up there?

And this... Shut up.

This is the temple.

The temple of His Horniness

Ramon The Terrible.

You can get out now.

Do you like it?

- What is this?

Ingeborg, hurry up and toss it.

- Is it my turn?

Kamchatka. Martijn.

Jawohl.

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

Dass ist sicher wunderbar.

Okay.

- A card.

You're bruising me

Japan.

- I wanted Japan.

How sad. He's got nothing left.

- Japan, Tijn. Toss it.

Could you keep it down a bit?

I was f***ing winning, man.

I was winning.

You're an ant to be squashed.

Go and play your stupid game.

Whores keep coming and going, they're all

ugly as hell. And he's an alcoholic.

Im going home.

- Bye.

See you tomorrow.

- Yeah, sweet dreams.

Tijn...

...it's late.

- That's good, isn't it?

Time to go. For you, too.

Im staying

and lll haunt your mind forever.

Bye, Ingeborg. Queen of the night.

Wait.

And now this one.

Like that. Wait.

Like this?

What's wrong? Don't stop.

- Ramon, don't stop.

Don't stop.

Hello.

- Jesus Christ.

Calm down. Stop it.

Ramon, I would like to speak

to my little sister in private. May I?

Jesus. Your brother really is a nutcase.

Daantje didn't mind my watching.

Do you want to see how she looked

at the camera? 'Ramon, don't stop.'

Its true.

Get out.

That's a good boy.

Daantje. I handled that well, didn't I?

Are you proud of me?

Where am I to sleep now?

I have nowhere to go.

You should have thought of that

sooner.

By the way, I want my key back.

Now.

Nice shot, Tijn.

Its me. The film is finished.

Can I show it to you?

I thought it was finished.

- It is.

There it is. My masterpiece.

To the right.

Good.

Well? Do you like it?

Was that all?

Goodbye, Tijn.

Have fun with Prince Charming.

Daantje, lm here.

Is it running?

Hi there, wretched little thing.

What's he doing here?

- Im thirsty.

What makes you think

you can get away with this?

With what?

- You know what I mean.

No. I haven't the faintest.

What was that slut doing in your room?

What slut? I don't know any sluts.

I only know well- behaved girls

who order their drinks in a soft voice.

And who look at me admiringly.

Why do you always make jokes?

- Im dead serious. You can ask Karin.

Did you hear me?

Okay, girl. You can tell uncle Ramon.

With pleasure. Prick.

I think she loves you.

- I don't even know that b*tch.

I told you I won't let you in.

- I just want to talk to you.

That's no use. Think.

- I keep racking my brains.

Fellini, say something.

- Hi, Ramon.

Come on. Relax.

Can't you tell me what's wrong?

Its no use. Think. Go away.

Haven't you heard what I said?

You owe me an explanation.

- I don't.

You do, stupid c*nt.

Jesus, Daan. Open the door.

Open the f***ing door.

Goddamn.

Stop that.

If he doesn't stop, lm calling the police.

Its my door too, you know.

Ramon, cut it out.

- Let me in.

Tijn, help me. Ramon, stop it.

Have you gone crazy?

Stop it, Ramon. Cut it out.

Open the door.

Don't yell at me. I want to help.

- I don't need your help.

You can't be serious. Deep down

in your heart you must know better.

Daan, look.

If I were you,

I would be more positive about love.

Be positive. That's what it's all about.

You heard her, Ramon: Be positive.

- Open the door.

Fake filmmaker.

Jan de Bont wanna- be,

open up.

Bye.

Damn. What the hell happened?

What has that son of a b*tch done?

Where were you this morning?

I finally got us an appointment,

and I was the only one there.

You said you were excited, but...

What have you done?

What's he doing here?

- I broke up with Ramon.

What?

Why?

- He cheated on me.

With whom?

Some tart with a strange hairdo.

Like cotton candy.

I just don't get it.

I know Ramon.

Ive never seen him so happy.

He loves you.

He'll do anything for you.

I noticed last night.

He'll do anything for me. Look.

That's how much he loves me.

Don't you see he's a prick?

Ramon wouldn't do such things.

Whose friend are you, Ingeborg?

- Not yours.

I can't understand why you let him in

again. That's stupid. Why is he here?

We're family.

- Stop moaning.

This boy is not good for you.

- Are you?

Okay. Should I leave?

- Please do.

You can't be serious.

Goodbye, Ingeborg.

- Bye, Ingeborg...

That's a good girl.

Ill see you later. When you've come

to your senses, or so.

Good girl.

Do you remember how much?

- A little more.

How many cubes of sugar? Three, four?

- Five.

No, three.

Victor.

Are you happy?

What is he saying?

Im afraid Victor isn't very talkative.

Small children really believe everything.

- What do you mean?

We thought this drink could make us

understand animals.

Both of us talked to Baloo.

And I remember what he said.

- Do you? What did he say?

He said he had to go away for a while,

but that I shouldn't miss him...

...because he would certainly come back,

whatever people might say.

Who are you talking about?

- Does that matter?

Goddamn.

Martijn, do something.

What should I do?

Tell him it's no use.

Sh*t.

Martijn...

We have to talk.

All those films you make.

Do you show them to your sister?

- Maybe. That depends on the subject.

It hurts.

The past few days...

- What are you doing?

Tijn, shut up.

It hurts. The past few days

lve been thinking that...

lm sorry, but this is bullshit.

F***, I was just getting the hang of it.

- You have to write it down first.

Ready? Go ahead.

Dear Daan.

Under the circumstances

I find it very difficult...

It really hurts.

Sh*t.

Im sorry I was so aggressive, okay?

You seem to think

that lve been seeing someone else.

I don't mean to be offensive,

but that is absolutely ridiculous.

When I have a great girl like you,

why would I want someone else?

I love you, baby.

Im not seeing anyone else.

I am no one else.

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