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Hi, this is Sanne.

Leave a nice message.

Hi, Sanne, it's me.

I'm in this little house.

At a secret location.

I was wondering if you were

coming over.

Not that I mind waiting.

I've got a book.

I'm waiting for you.

Will you bring that bag?

Ok, see you in a bit.

We've got to go.

-Yes, let's go.

F***, what shall we do?

-Yes?

It was such nice weather.

Damn, I'm all wet!

-Sh*t!

Now we can't swim tonight.

-Tonight?

There's this swimming pool where

people always swim at night.

We don't know where exactly.

-No, it's rather exclusive.

Near the Westerpark, in a dead-end

street.

At the end of the street, there's

a barbed wire fence.

You have to get over it to get to

the water.

With a hot b*tch, preferably.

And your own drunk head.

How do you know this?

-From Marlon Broekman.

Marlon Broekman?

-The Marlon Broekman?

Isn't he in those movies?

Just like Marlon to find an overnight

swimming pool.

No one knows if he discovered it.

-You never know with Marlon.

Do you know his trumpet?

His trumpet?

-The terror of every woman?

Does he play the trumpet?

-Sort of.

Not very well apparently.

-You're so wrong!

As if you know.

-No, but...

What's with his trumpet?

-Yes, you tell us.

No, you tell us.

-No, you.

No, you tell us.

Marlon's Miles Davis imitation worked

on women like sirens on many a skipper.

In normal language, that means...

Marlon can do an imitation of

a trumpet with his mouth.

And girls tend to like that.

Hey, you!

What did you say?

The music was a bit loud.

This one's for you.

What's your name?

-Lisa.

Lisa, you're so beautiful

in this street!

I live near here.

Are you coming with me?

Ok.

Ciao, boy!

And that's how he got her sister too.

-Cruel.

You have to have huge balls

to do that.

Balls of steel.

-That must be noisy.

I could tell you an even better

story.

But that's not about Marlon.

-Tell us.

I don't know.

It could cause big problems.

For who?

-For the guy it's about.

I'm all ears.

-And we'll be here for a while.

Ok.

It was going to be a beautiful

warm summer.

Exams were over and the big

city was calling.

New experiences, new people,

a new life.

And girls.

Girls in skirts and jeans.

And maybe strings,

instead of those stupid overalls.

No more bleating goats,

no more cow sh*t.

A new beginning.

TALL TALES:

Marlon, please call me.

-Can I ask you something?

You must have gotten lost.

-Yes, I think so.

Where are you going?

The countryside?

I've come to study in the city

and I have to go here.

You're here now.

If you keep going straight there,

you'll find it.

Ok, thanks a lot.

-You're welcome.

Is it a sad story about a Moroccan who

tries his luck in the big city?

That's no fun.

-What's the guy's name anyway?

Dennis Van De Molen.

A Moroccan called Dennis Van De

Molen?

I've never heard of that.

He was adopted.

Tell us more about Marlon then.

But not another story about

how cool he is.

Wait, if you give Dennis another chance,

I'll tell you about Marlon later.

And his best friend Mario.

And the girls:
Iris, Lotte...

and beautiful Sanne.

They're best friends forever.

The whole lot.

One more thing.

-Shoot.

I'm Dennis Van De Molen.

Sanne.

-Hi Sanne.

I'm new in the city and I know

almost nobody.

Well, I know you now.

I'm throwing a party on Friday,

with some friends.

There'll be DJ's and live acts.

And Ellektra from Belgium will perform.

I know her!

And there will be people you can meet.

-Trendy people too?

That's the idea.

You can register using Hyves and

you'll get a key like this one.

And that gets you in.

-And where's Hyves?

That's on the Internet.

-Ok.

Google it.

-Ok.

Bye.

-Thanks, bye.

See you at the party!

Welcome to Amsterdam!

The super cool city!

Ok, now Marlon.

Marlon Broekman.

-Yo, the Internet's working.

Is the speed good enough for my

porn streams?

I'm horny as hell.

-Marlon lives with Mario.

That's his best friend.

He's a gangster boy with one passion.

Weed.

Hey Paolo.

-Hi, Michael.

No, I'm Mario.

-Yes.

My cuttings aren't doing well.

-Again? Do you eat them?

No.

Add a bit of this and don't give them

too much water or you'll kill them.

Is Shanaynay doing well?

-Yes, almost ready to be sold.

Shanaynay's the only plant that has

survived Mario's green thumb.

Later.

-See you.

Have we got something to smoke?

-I feel like smoking one of your plants.

Are you crazy?

You can't smoke cuttings.

Alright, back to Dennis.

THE NEIGHBORS:

Hi, neighbors. I'm Dennis.

Sorry?

A good neighbors worth more

than a far friend.

Do you want coffee?

Maybe you can tell me about

the cool places in the city.

I'm new here.

What?

Did we sell all the keys?

-Almost.

We're getting a few last requests.

Like this one:

"Dear members of the club..."

"I would like to visit your party,

this upcoming Friday."

"I don't know anybody in

Amsterdam."

"It would be super cool to change that

by joining your clique."

"I would also appreciate

a good bash."

Did you hear that?

Dennis Van De Molen, zero friends.

What a douchbag.

We won't give him our last key.

I was thinking about making some

extra keys.

Why?

-I need some money.

For what?

-I've got debts, with Achie.

With Achie?

Listen.

-What will you do?

I raise the stakes by 2000.

How much?

-2 mille... 2000.

Alright.

Metropolis.

The cathedral. The longest trade route.

The biggest army.

One victory point.

Sit down!

The more keys, the more chicks.

The more shaven pussies.

Exactly. Can you call Sanne?

That she has to continue advertising.

-Why do I have to do that?

Do it for me.

-She's been trying to reach you.

You call her.

I think I need to explain

something.

Marlon and Sanne knew each other a bit.

He's been to her place.

Now the poor girl's in love with Marlon.

For no good reason, but who am I?

So...

Do you want to help me?

With the party.

Do a bit of advertising.

Look pretty.

Ok.

You wanted to marry her.

Yes, but not yet.

Marlon?

I'm bored.

A**hole.

Marlon!

-No, Mario.

The handsome one of the two.

We're making extra keys, so you

have to advertise them longer.

What? I've been doing it for a week

already.

Are you watching porn?

No.

I've already given everyone

a flyer.

If you need more people, you have

to think of something else.

Alright, in the meantime, keep

spreading those flyers.

Can I talk to Marlon?

He's asleep.

He just updated his status to

'Morning Exercises.'

Yes, so he can't be disturbed.

Wait, I have another call.

-Keep distributing flyers.

I'm going off on a tangent, but you

wanted the whole story.

This is Iris with her boyfriend

Peter.

In the days when everything was honky

dory and sex tapes between them.

Yes, it's fun.

Back to the phone call.

Is that you, Iris?

I just wanted to go see him as

a surprise.

What did that a**hole do

this time?

Go home and I'll be there as

soon as I can.

Let me finally introduce you

to Lotte.

The tough DJ chick.

Sanne! We're having a house party!

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