Plan C Page #3

Tax Office, questions.

They don't want that.

So they lose some money.

Tough break. You see?

Sure, I see.

- One cold chocolate.

For this gentleman.

There you go.

Are we splitting the bill, or...

How are we doing this?

Well, I didn't expect this, to be honest,

but thanks.

I'm just glad everything's OK again

and that Simon is safe.

Yes.

Do you have a new car?

Yes.

I've also got a present for Simon.

Then I have to get going.

Hey Simon, look.

Remember what I promised?

Lars!

Is that one of those?

You know what you should do

when you order this stuff?

You have to ask for something special.

When you ask for one without pickles,

they have to make you a fresh one.

Lazy cancerous fucks.

Bram, don't.

No swearing with 'cancer'.

- What, because of that parrot?

Pedro.

- Parakeet, OK?

Yes, Pedro.

- No. And Pedro is a new one. OK?

Know what I feel like doing right now?

F***ing.

It's been a long time.

That really gets to you. Trust me.

- I believe you.

I really feel like f***ing, man.

But, you know...

I don't like all the hassle

that comes with it.

You know? Talk all night,

having drinks...

Be Prince charming and all that.

Don't want to do that whole...

What about a prostitute?

No.

What do you think?

A prostitute?

No. I don't wanna go through the whole...

- Sorry, Bram.

OK, I think it's clear. I'll pick you up...

- Mating ritual.

Don't wanna go through

the whole mating ritual.

But I sure do wanna f***.

It's busy.

Who's here?

- How the hell should I know.

Ronald. On a Wednesday.

- Had a bit of luck.

Fine by me, buddy.

R-O-N.

Ron (bald).

Why 'bald'?

- Handsome Ron is playing too.

I have to know who's who

and you want to go as 'Ron'.

So then it's either 'Ron bald',

or 'Ron rebuy'.

Moustache?

Hey, Bram. It's Gerrit.

I'm in front of your house. Oh.

I was just calling you.

Everything in the bag?

I'm starving like a f***ing cancer patient.

- No cancer. Come on.

You know...

What's that?

Coffee.

- Why are you taking it with you?

I didn't finish it yet.

Dave, can I have another one?

Nice and strong.

Know what you're playing. You have

to know the theory, read the books.

I know.

- Yes, you might know...

...but a lot of people

don't know what they're playing.

Sure, Theo.

- It's the tragedy of our time.

Doesn't stop them complaining though:

I can't catch a break, it's not my fault...

Yes, it's the tragedy of our time, Theo.

Ok, it's time. Gentlemen, good luck.

- We can't all have luck.

Don't be too lucky.

Ronald!

Hello? Could I have?

- KFC, one moment please.

What's this?

There's no one here

and we have to wait.

No one at all!

This is North, right? Typical.

Bunch of retards.

We'll go somewhere else.

We're staying here.

I haven't been able to eat what

I wanted for a long time. Now I can.

OK, man.

- Kentucky.

Jesus.

- Can I take your order?

Yes, I'd like a Zinger burger

menu and a coke and...

A Zinger burger menu without tomato

and a diet coke.

And a Zinger burger menu

without tomato and a diet coke.

Oh, and I'll have the other burger

without tomato as well.

Forgot about that.

It's Mo's.

It was worth a try.

It's gonna be fine.

- You know what I always do?

If you want to...

- Let me do it my way OK?

Easy.

- By feeling.

By luck.

Check this out.

Bram.

This guy goes to KFC alone in

the rain on his bike to get a burger.

Can you imagine?

You could probably kill him

and no one would miss him.

Nothing will happen.

No police. Nothing. Nada.

Not that I'd want to, but...

- He's a normal guy.

Yeah, so?

- He's a normal guy.

You shouldn't be condescending

about the little guy.

Condescending?

- You're constantly trashing the little guy.

Come on Bram, cool it.

- I'm cool.

Hang on.

I'm just talking about this...

I'm not trashing the little guy.

I am a little...

I'd never trash the little guy.

I'm just saying that North Amsterdam

is a weird place.

It's just my opinion. That's all.

I'm entitled to it.

Maybe it's not a nice

thing to say, but...

I'm going to take a piss.

- Again?

New girlfriend?

Or boyfriend?

- Can't I look at my phone?

We're playing cards here, but whatever.

Frans, can I get a rebuy?

How much is it?

- Look out. Ronnie's playing again.

Call.

No way! Come on.

Man oh man.

Yes!

Filthy toilets.

Never piss in a urinal.

You know why?

- Well?

Your piss spatters back at you,

you know, back at your...

...penis.

If it were just your own piss, but...

...your piss mixes with the piss

of thousands of other dudes.

And then that mix spatters

all over your dick. It's gross.

To each his own and all that,

but I refuse that sort of thing.

What kind of equipment

are we using?

What's this?

- It's old.

But it makes a hell of a noise, Ger.

Now, if it jams...

Don't!

- Just bang it.

What's that. Hey!

- Remember this stuff?

From military service?

- I didn't serve, Bram.

Why am I not surprised.

- Careful. Come on, Bram.

This was developed

for the shorter distances.

Man-to-man combat, you know.

- I don't want blood on the floor, Bram.

Did I say I want blood on the floor?

No one wants blood on the floor, Gerrit.

Good fold.

What?

I can't win for once?

Statistically speaking,

even you have to win at some point.

Is Herman out?

- How the hell should I know.

I knew it.

- Sorry, Theo.

I play by feeling

and tonight the feeling is...

Gentlemen...

Have you seen a doctor about this?

I mean, it can't be right

that you need to piss so often.

Right?

Hello?

- It's Ronald.

Hi.

I'm just calling to see...

...if everything's all right.

- Everything's fine.

We're very close, so...

We had to make an extra stop,

because...

But it's all going well.

We're ready.

So right on schedule?

No problems with anything?

I'll check with Bram. Hang on.

Yes, he's OK too.

- 'Cause if there is anything wrong...

...we can still call it off now.

There's nothing wrong.

No, exactly.

Fine.

So we will see each other...

- Tomorrow.

Right. Tomorrow. OK.

Bye.

- Bye.

Ready, Kasparov?

Mark my words:

Ronald's going to get that 15,000 tonight.

I can't see him losing

that stack.

Sorry, guys.

Gerrit speaking.

- Yes... I've been thinking.

Listen, maybe it's not such a good

idea after all. So I'm thinking...

...that we should abort the mission.

What are you saying? Call it off?

Yes, maybe that's...

Let's just call it off. OK?

I'll give you 500 Euros.

Bram gets 500 for his trouble too.

And then that's that.

- OK.

The mission is aborted.

- But we're already here.

That doesn't matter, because we're

putting a stop to it now. OK?

Hello? Forget about it.

We're not calling off anything.

The machine is already in motion.

The machine is in motion.

That's not how it works.

It's not a school trip.

I need the money too.

Easy peasy, Ger.

Are you OK, man?

- I'm OK. It's my stomach.

You look a bit pale.

Ruud...

OK, stay calm everyone.

No one wants blood on the floor.

Money.

Put it in the bag. Quickly!

Quickly.

Hello, Irma speaking.

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