Simon Page #7

And we'll get something.

And of course a lot goes to the kids.

And fifty-grand to Save the Apes.

By "we", you mean...

You, me... Ellen, Marco.

I know it's strange to get money

because someone's died.

I don't even need it.

I could put it in the bank for Bruce.

Do you ever think, when you see him,

that it's a little soon?

For euthanasia?

Two tumors are fusing in his throat.

If he waits, he'll suffocate.

All these time-bombs are

ticking and can't be stopped.

I'm going to miss you guys.

Well, "miss".

I guess I wouldn't notice.

Kind of practical, actually.

Hand me those bowls.

Or I'll have to walk the wok.

Bram... I can't really eat those kiwis.

My throat won't take them.

I should have told you earlier. You spent

all day at the stove in your nice shirt.

Someone will eat them.

Can you sign sometime this week?

For the big event.

- Event?

- The euthanasia.

It's like a wedding,

but different.

It's not official, more symbolic.

If I can't decide for myself, at

least there'd be something on paper.

On one condition, and that is...

I talked to Sharon...

She told me that you wanted

to help me out financially...

Well...

I don't want you to.

Absolutely not.

Then you get jack.

I'll leave you jack sh*t.

Just leave it to

"Save the Nile Elephants".

Nice, Camiel.

Nile elephants don't exist.

But there is the Stubborn Homo Charity.

If he's asleep then leave it.

I'll come back another time.

Yeah, but he wakes up

sometimes.

I'll have a look.

Camiel and Bram will adopt us.

So I heard. Do you get along with 'em...

I don't dare bring it up.

Dying is the most

private thing there is.

Just a hug by the door

would be terrible.

Maybe he only wants

Sharon and the kids there.

Anyway.

I realize it's not about me.

A little self-centeredness

rearing its ugly head.

If the euthanasia has to wait a week...

...I'll dissolve all by myself.

You look fine, doll.

I hope it's not windy tomorrow

or I'll be blown into the North Sea.

A nice way to die, drowning.

You see colors.

That's just adrenaline.

You'll be here tomorrow?

Yes...

I will.

And in the evening?

- Yes. Cos tonight there's soccer.

- Yes!

Say:
"Your hair looks nice."

- Um... your hair looks nice.

- Yeah...

Wanna f***?

Not bad, eh?

Love your white trousers...

Wanna f***?

- We f***ed, didn't we?

- Yeah.

- We did too.

- I didn't like that.

Me neither.

Me neither.

So. Finished.

- All better?

- Yes.

- Wanna f***?

- Yes.

I'm going to my house for a shower.

Back in an hour.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- Jesus, Bram, I can't handle it today.

- You have to.

Sometimes you have to, Camiel.

You have to be there for him.

You know what I miss?

Sometimes...

It's really stupid... the rituals.

Some God I can kick.

How d'you think the kids feel?

It's even harder for them.

We'll love them, right?

Of course we're going to love them.

We're good at it.

You probably more than me.

- You don't want them to see you like that.

- Camiel can.

Camiel can.

You're lucky.

You've got three fathers:

Me, Camiel and Bram.

They'll just saw off Bram's nuts

and make him into a mother.

A really ugly mother.

Death doesn't make any difference.

You know what I mean, Cohen?

Come on, time to eat.

Or Hassan cooked for nothing.

It was truly a great day.

You guys had a lot of luck

with the weather.

And that you're all here.

I'm lucky anyway.

I'm one lucky bastard.

Hey now, cry baby.

What time is it?

Doesn't matter. Time doesn't exist.

That's a good one. Time doesn't exist.

I'll remember that one.

It'll be all right, Cohen.

No, because soon

you won't be here any more.

You think so?

There's still a little Simon in you.

I'm a little early, I think.

Well. Time doesn't exist, right?

We just determined

that time does not exist.

- How was the beach today?

- Super.

Everything was perfect.

The weather...

Today's the day, Camiel.

Yeah.

Days are getting longer.

That's May.

In June it stays light until 10:30.

You know, this day hung over me

like that sword of Damascus.

You're going bald... Old fag!

You can talk, bristle-head.

We're ready. So, if you...

Right of way, man...

All my life, that nutter's

been in the way.

Oh boy...

It's the Paralympics over here.

This arm, then?

Yeah, I don't know.

I'm a bit dazed from the morphine.

But I'm feeling okay...

Today must have tired you out.

No...

Is it quick?

It's quick.

Stupid, no? That I never asked

how quickly it would go.

This will be a little unpleasant.

Oh, I'm no wimp.

Gee...

Kinda high, isn't it...

Translation:
Sara Bobkoff,

Jorrit van Laar, Martin Cleaver

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