Simon Page #4

That was just before you in Thailand.

- Explains the broken nose.

- So it wasn't from kickboxing.

The tooth was.

You never slapped your partner?

- Or vice versa.

- Of course not!

He really wasn't that aggressive.

No more than me, at least.

I met him at the gym.

He trained with us for a while.

Pretty good.

He was a real challenge.

You all right?

He triggered something in me.

Hey.

Turn into a naked chick, quick.

Can you do that?

Or does Daddy need

to give you a hand?

- Job well done.

- Holy-moly.

No need to exaggerate.

Let me have a look at you.

Perfect face for the radio.

Those remarks seemed more important

than him being a great lay.

I was f***ing in love with the guy.

He was just so relaxed and cool.

My other boyfriends

were macho pigs.

Not him. Not so much.

I thought you'd be smoking.

I'm going in.

No, don't. Let him sleep.

Marco's with him. I'll be quiet.

- One is enough.

- I'm going. It's not for you to say.

I can't take her conniving face

sometimes.

I never could, to be honest.

Nice word, though... conniving.

How can a word sound "nice".

Jesus, man. You're crazy.

Hi, this is Camiel Vrolijk's assistant.

Barbara. Can we move today's

appointment to next week?

Great.

It's a little like the worst flu you

ever had, but then with a hangover.

But then ten times as heavy.

People used to die from the flu,

but not anymore.

Maybe in third-world countries still

when they could easily be saved.

You don't have to entertain us.

Junior already did on the way over.

Chattering away about how

they put those poor boys...

...in their palms just to

crush them in their fists.

Not poor kids, just major dorks

who think they're all that.

They're all major dorks.

What do we call 'em?

Dorks!

Is he relaxed about your boyfriends?

Or does he bring out the hedge-clippers?

He'd have prefered me to be a lesbian.

Simon? Can Floris borrow

your moon-boots?

If they fit him, babe.

He's smaller, but that's

no problem with moon-boots.

We want to go to the dunes.

It's beautiful in the snow.

Look in the bag with punchies

in that Tibetan closet.

Try there.

So, door's shut.

Simon was pretty cool with my flings.

I tried to keep in mind

his sensitivities.

Fifteen minutes.

The walls are thin so don't

make too much noise.

We'll see about that.

No we won't.

This isn't your house, Cruella.

Ouch! Told you!

That was you.

You're just so well-endowed. Not!

Like you fill the house, Betty Boobless.

That line's not yours...

Look, it's still snowing.

You'll be snowed in

up to your eyeballs.

Hit your left cheek

with a black olive.

Of course the baby

had turned off the boiler.

He always got along

with my friends.

Better with the girls

than with the boys.

You're sharp today, Tamar.

But not sharp enough

to take the morning-after pill.

That would have kept you

out of the abortion clinic!

He thought the guys

were snobby wimps.

He liked the girls,

like Djoeke with her super titties.

Who's never committed suicide here?

I mean in the real sense of the word.

Whisky-Prozac on the rocks.

Does that count?

We first noticed something was wrong

with Simon at his bodysurfing class.

That's what he called it.

So, you gonna start or what?

Djoeke, Djoeke, Djoeke!

- When are we gonna marry?

- Today?

Simon, it's yours!

He got a call about a weed deal.

Everyone knew he was a dealer.

And he didn't give a damn.

Listen, it's simple. It makes no difference.

Michael's crop fails sometimes.

Everything was okay until he hung up

and looked worried.

These phones can't

be good for your head.

I'm seeing double.

He kept having symptoms.

He forgot things... his keys...

He went out for croissants

and came back without them.

He made up an excuse...

He went for a scan at the doctor.

Hello, it's me.

When he called, I knew something

was wrong. I sunk through the ground.

I have some news.

Good and bad.

The good news:
I have a brain.

There are the kids, of course.

Sharon, if she has time...

- And me...

- If you have time.

I know what you mean

and won't play along.

I just think it could be a long time.

If this doesn't work maybe he'll have

more chemo or something else.

They have to make a schedule.

If this doesn't work

he'll be dead in a few months.

And he'll never bother you again.

What a shitty thing to say.

So?

Seems useful.

I'm all for it.

I was told that

you didn't want it.

He didn't know you were sexy.

He thought the nurse'd be a fat dyke.

Why do you have a rifle?

He shoots at junkies

using an unlocked bike as bait.

Strange hobby.

Stealing bikes is also a strange hobby.

Those addicts don't have many options.

- Quit using and get a job?

- Exactly.

That "poor addict" bullshit

makes my skin crawl.

If you bring our espresso-maker over,

Simon can make coffee.

"If you bring our espresso maker..."

Come on!

Leave her alone, man.

- I didn't mean to be irritating...

- I know... Just don't talk so much.

- Some people hate it.

- Okay.

Anything else?

If you'd been normal,

would you have wanted kids?

Your dick comes

with a huge check.

But it's great watching them grow up.

No regrets.

Think you're some hot chick

with that ponytail?

- What's up?

- Hey, man.

I'm not so fluent in "Horse".

As you can see, the tumor

has hardly reacted to the chemo.

Actually, we can even see that

it's spread since the chemo.

So it's getting really difficult.

Most troubling is,

we're in an area of the brain...

...which houses

the most crucial functions.

Yeah, you can't just slash away at it...

An operation is not an option.

I'm pretty sure other surgeons

would give the same diagnosis.

Couldn't you find someone

with a sense of tumor...

...who could snip around

the crucial areas.

I'm not trying to mock your profession.

Just my black humor.

We could try another bout of chemo,

but you haven't really reacted to it.

I'm not really into the idea either.

I'm glad you came along, really.

It's just normal.

It's starting to hit me, man.

It's a clich, but

you first think about the kids.

You do?

Well, I don't have any so

I have no idea what that would mean.

The world would keep turning.

It doesn't really need me.

I'll keep it turning.

You're a good one.

You see the lighter side, just like me.

Open your kisser.

Good.

Any idea what'll happen

with the kids...

...when Simon's no longer here?

Of course I could do it.

But with the hassles between

Tubbs and Simon...

And Joy and I are hardly buddy-buddy.

It's still a bit strange.

It feels as if one tooth is bigger.

Just don't get it

knocked out again, honey.

Camiel!

There's an egg roll in our microwave.

Your fianc said it was ok.

- Light therapy.

- She's staying for dinner.

Nelson's coming as well.

Expensive hobby, those Cohens.

- So you're getting married?

- Yes, we are.

Who are the lucky brides, then?

Nice sense of humor,

your brother.

Hey bunny slopes, pass the sauce.

Everyone thinks my sister's a slut.

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