Nightwatching Page #8

Only he bit Jongkind's wrist

and escaped.

- Well, Jongkind said his wrist

was bitten by a dog.

Where is Horatio now?

- He's on a boat

belonging to Engelen,

somewhere off the Azores.

He left a note for Marita.

Which she keeps wrapped

in a tear-stained handkerchief

tucked in her bodice.

- Is it not curious

that both Horatio and Egremont

are not in Amsterdam?

- I don't understand.

Why would Horatio agree to do this?

- Oh.

- Marita says he was forced to.

- Blackmail.

- Freedom from Kemp.

- Kemp set him up?

- Kemp caught Horatio

and Marita together...

doing things.

- They were 12 and 13,

for God's sake!

- Marita said she loved him.

- And Kemp says rape.

- No, they were going to take

a passage to New Amsterdam,

the Dutch settlement in America!

- Kemp accuses Horatio

of throwing scalding coffee

into Marita's face.

- Perhaps he wanted it to appear

like an act of jealousy.

- Well, if Horatio did not do

what the conspirators wanted,

he is accused of rape.

- Marita, like Marieke,

is Kemp's daughter.

- What?

- Yes, she threw herself

off the roof of the Westerkerk.

- We cannot blame Horatio.

He was planted.

- The plotters know who he is,

and now I can show so do we.

We can include him

in the picture.

Not by using his face,

but by using his name:

Horatio Aiken.

Oak.

Oak leaves.

- That's not

Banning Cocq's hand, is it?

It looks like

it doesn't belong to the arm.

- Is that an observation,

or a criticism?

But you're right.

It's not his hand.

That belongs to Piers Hasselburg.

- Geyle looks smart in his red suit.

Though the red of his nose

matches the red of his jacket.

(baby coughing and crying)

(baby gurgling)

Has he been drinking?

- What's Woolfi the dog doing there?

- He's barking at Jorisz.

Can't you see him?

- Well, he's usually doing

something dirty -

makes a change

he's only barking.

- Matthias doesn't look like

he knows what he's doing

with that musket.

(baby crying)

- Oh, so what's new?

He's so near-sighted,

he can't see two feet

beyond his face.

- And Bloemfelt's grown

a moustache!

- Ah, Bloemfelt says

that when he's clean-shaven,

he's himself,

and when he wears a moustache,

that's a signal he's acting.

Isn't it, Titus?

(Titus wailing)

So we can see...

(coughing)

We can see in this,

he's acting, isn't he?

- Then it seems to me

they should all

be wearing moustaches.

Because it looks like

they're all acting.

- Come on, let's have a little.

- No!

- Shh-shh-shh.

(woman crying)

Oh, what have you got

under here?

Oh, now, no, no, no. Listen.

Shh-shh-shh.

(woman wailing)

- Will, no!

Goosing the servants?

(woman crying)

Did he get his dirty fingers

on you, Hendrickje? Huh?

The master fumbler.

All big, empty breeches.

- Shut up, van Rijn.

- Bad-boy son of a rich man

who got his money from spices,

then bought a title,

gave it to his son

to squander in f***ing squalor?!!

Mr. Lord Vlaardingen,

the bought-title man -

how much is that?!

30,000 guilders

from the good burghers

of Rotterdam,

because they needed a new

f***ing roof for the town hall?!

- Shut your bloody mouth, Rijn,

Leiden f***ing miller.

- Let's have some manners,

and let's have some f***ing

courtesy in my house,

you queer c*nt.

You inherited a bought title

to improve

your station in life.

Pepper, nutmeg,

cinnamon, cloves,

in exchange

for a poppycock badge of merit

and a charter signed and sealed

with wax crimson

somewhere in the misty marshes

of the Maas,

which nobody has even heard of...

Vlaardingen?!!

F***ing hell. Vlaardingen?!

Vlaardingen?!

Where is Vlaardingen,

Hendrickje, do you know?

Vlaardingen? Who are you?

Where are you?

"Wherefore art thou,

f***ing Vlaardingen?!"

- Shut your f***ing mouth, Rijn.

You're out!

(Rembrandt feigning fear)

You're dismissed.

You'll not get

a f***ing penny from me.

- Too late, Ruytenburch!!

You're in the picture!

Led there by your bold captain,

who always wanted

to fumble your balls,

suck your cock,

and finger your arse!!

- You are a disgusting

little miller's pig

from God-knows-where!

- "God-knows-where!"

"I'm a disgusting

little f***ing miller's pig

from God-knows-where!"

Well, we're off.

Here we come. Here we come.

We're facing off,

and I'll ram you through

your f***ing queer balls, cad!

What was it

your Banning-Cocq said?!

"Fire!"

Because I know. I know.

Now, you're out of here!

And out of my f***ing kitchen

before I call Kemp

and the city fathers

and have you arrested

for molestation of a child underage!!

- You wouldn't dare!

And besides, Kemp's in it, too.

- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah -

conspirators together.

Try me.

- Leave us!

- Yes! Oh, yes, you better go,

Hendrickje,

because Little Willem

in his high-heel f***ing boots

is going to try

and bribe me now,

aren't you, Willem, eh?!

Eh? Eh? Eh?

Well, come on, then,

Vlaardingen!

Come on! How much?

How much?

I think...

I have you

by the short and curlies.

- Hendrickje, there's something

Rembrandt ought to know.

You must tell him to come

and buy meat here himself.

- Oh, whatever for? There's lots

of comings and goings going on.

You're like a conspirator.

- We should get back now.

- Oh, Femke. I'm talking.

- Although you could come,

if you like.

He seems

to let you know everything.

- Everything?

What do you mean?

- Do you, uh...

do you ever...

do you ever get away

from the house?

- If I want.

What are you saying?

- Nothing.

It's... it's just...

if you ever had any free time,

and, you know,

I was wondering...

(chicken clucking)

(Hendrickje laughing)

- Wondering what?

- If I could... see you.

- Well, you're seeing me now.

I'm a very busy

and valued servant.

I can't be seen

loitering around with you.

- If you're going

to stand here forever,

I'm putting the shopping

on the ground.

- But I am often in the backyard

and in the garden,

and it has a gate without a lock.

- In the mud.

- Oh, shut up.

There is no mud.

- And the blood.

- You do that, and I'll box

your ears, madam!

You can come and watch me

shelling peas, or picking radishes,

or looking for lice in Titus's hair.

You could come and watch me

pluck the chicken.

- The emblem

of my father's regiment.

- Well, you see,

that could be the excuse.

- Hendrickje, will you please

get rid of these people?

This is a private bedroom,

not a public drinking house,

or a goddamn

Reformed church chapel!

- Shh!

Look, it's for Titus,

and it's for you.

If you remarry,

I want him to be safe.

- I am not going to remarry!

- If you remarry,

half of everything we have together

should go to him when he's 16.

Look after him for me carefully.

Very carefully.

I shall never forgive you

if anything happens to him.

My ghost will come back

and haunt you forever.

He's our investment.

We made him together.

Let's invest in him together.

I never want him to end up

in that orphanage.

- You should listen to her.

They sometimes do it

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