Spetters Page #7

-Can't you see me anymore?

-That's for me...

-You're standing there, aren't you?

-Why aren't you in town?

I didn't like the place anymore.

-And the same goes for me?

-That's right.

-I thought you liked me?

-Liked, sure.

Come on boy, what have you got to offer?

No money, no future, come on.

Here you go, another fries.

(announcer) # ...I can see them coming, at the front... #

# Yes, I can see them coming...

And Gerrit is leading, it's Gerrit! #

# He's gone, totally free

of the competition! #

-I do have something to offer.

-Really? Like what?

I don't know. All I know is that

I think you're an amazing girl.

Come back when you have

something to offer.

Okay.

Everyone!

Food and drinks are free!

-You dare?

-Of course.

...Witkamp,Witkamp,

Witkamp, Witkamp...

...to become the champion...

-Why don't you shut up, idiot?

-Shithead! Idiot!

Gerrit my boy,

I think you are one of the greats!

-Hey everyone, it's 'Studio Sport!'

-Beer, guys!

# Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

We have a world champion... #

Beer! Beer, beer!

-Where's Rien?

-He wanted to get out for a bit.

You understand why, don't you?

-Out of the way!

-Gerrit!

Come on guys, give the man

some space, he has to stand in front.

# But before we show you,

we here at Studio Sport... #

# ...want to toast to

the new world champion. #

-# Gerrit, congratulations! #

-Cheers!

-Don't f*** around with that television!

-Attention!

-There he is!

-# Here's Gerrit Witkamp, our national champion.... #

-Look, it's me! See?

-Quiet!

(Surinam accent) And what do

we know for sure?

Gerrit IS world champion!

-Witkamp, Witkamp, Witkamp!

-Hey Gerrit!

Hey Gerrit, take a look at this!

Here...

...look, it's a telegram...

from the Queen.

-You're joking?

-No, just look.

-Damn, it's real...

-Yes...

...boys, long live the Queen!

Now drink!

Hey, don't touch that!

You look like an idiot now anyway.

Off. Turn it off!

I said don't touch,

or we'll redecorate this place!

Oh yeah?

Are you totally f***ed in the head?

Don't touch him!

Okay, we're going to

redecorate around here!

Hey boys,

watch me!

Let go!

Goddamn!

Bastard!

Cafe 'The Harmonie!'

Police, police!

Ooh Gerrie Gerrie!

And you, take this!

Need a dentist?

Get the TV, out of the window!

-Police! Police!

-Time to split!

-Let's go guys!

-Let's get the hell out of here!

Dad!

Nice of you to stop by...

-Come to me...

-What?

The Hartman boy has killed himself.

Will you tell the father?

Jos, something terrible has happened...

Rien is dead.

Give me a hand.

-Hey.

-Hello. -Hi.

-What a mess..

-Yes.

-Rien's dad had a breakdown.

-Of course...

The pub will be sold.

-Really?

-Hm hm

-Do you have money?

-No.

Sure you do...

What if you sell the factory bikes?

Shall we take a look inside?

-Dad.

-Yes?

-I might have a nice little job for you.

-Well, well...

We can really make

something out of this...

Sure, just make a few changes

here and there.

Hey... how about we break through

that wall and turn it into a snack bar?

We could sell fries!

And this will be the pub area...

And over there

we put some pinball machines.

And this is a good space for dancing,

during the weekends.

Yeah.

That sounds pretty good.

-I think we'll be okay...

-I do too.

-Hey little Hans...

-Little Fien... hey...

-Sugar?

-Yes please.

Another one.

Thanks.

-You?

-No thanks...

-I'll look pregnant.

-He's too fat.

Wait a moment...

Be right back.

Coming along for the ride?

To where?

Wherever we want to go.

What about it?

I'll beat him some day...

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