Too Fat Too Furious

Here you are, Mast.

I have something for you.

You might already have it.

I quite like it. Open it.

Boy.

You really shouldn't have.

Here... Look...

It's for your birthday.

Look, you can use it for coffee too.

Thanks, son.

I'll make good use of it.

Very good, son.

Nothing's more important

than your health.

Okay. Drive. Go, go, go!

Don't hang about.

Drive, drive, drive...

Bennie?

Dammit. What can we do? F***...

What have you done now?

I said:
Straight through the front,

not in the plants!

Let's get out of here. Dammit.

- Don't go. Don't go. Come and help.

Bennie, boy.

There's 400 grand here that I could've

had in my pocket. I won't forget this.

Mast!

- Bennie!

TOO FAT TOO FURIOUS

Hey Bennie! Bennie.

They let you out at last?

Turn off the f***ing noise.

I don't want to hear that loser either.

Now reverse.

Bennie, they let you out at last?

No. I'm fetching soap for the warder.

I say, Bennie. About that debt of yours.

I have a job...

I'm not interested. Five years is enough.

Give me my snack bar.

I don't think so. Unless

you want it to have wooden drapes.

No, it's not closing.

- No? You want to bet?

Chuck him out.

This is my cousin Vuck.

He's pretty good with electricity.

He can work on your snack bar.

He can connect things up.

I don't need your Vuck.

His mother's worried about him.

So he's going to work for you

until you've done my job.

I'll see you tomorrow

at the first meeting.

Off we go.

Oh that's right, Ben. Welcome home.

F***ing Turk!

Where did you buy your driver's license?

Uzbekistan?

The crust looks firm.

And the mushy peas contrast beautifully.

Bennie...?

We thought

you would be released tomorrow...

Where's my snack bar?

Here...

We baked a quiche specially...

You were away five years...

...and eight months.

People want something different.

So Peter did a cookery course

in quiches...

This is Vuck.

He's into electricity.

Electricity? There's nothing

wrong with that.

There is now.

Where's Mast?

Why didn't Mast come to fetch me?

Bennie?

Eh, that's my car. Is it for me?

It's for you.

What's the matter?

It's the liver.

I only have a few weeks.

It's all over, Bennie.

There's one thing

you can do for me, Bennie.

I never told you, but...

...I have another son...

When I was flying the Tokyo run,

I got involved with a stewardess.

She was pretty crazy.

We had a great weekend.

A few months later

she told me she was pregnant.

You know how these things go.

His name is Koen.

I've never seen him.

She was so crazy.

I only have this photo of him.

And now you want Bennie

to go and fetch him.

Yes, I don't have much time.

Where is Koen?

- Belgium.

Yes, but where?

- You heard him, in Belgium.

In Lige...

In jail...

A couple of unpaid parking fines.

I don't think you gentlemen understand.

This is a hospital.

Are you allowed to smoke in a hospital?

Now get lost, go on.

Get out.

I'd love to see him, Bennie.

Hello, Mr Mast.

Does it hurt when I press here?

Hey! You!

My father just told me

he's been given up.

You said you can't do anything?

Not much.

Unfortunately Mr Mast is not eligible

for an organ donation.

Come again?

Mr Mast is in very bad shape...

- He didn't have an easy life.

I'd like to see you at his age.

Shut up, man!

I'm talking to the doctor!

You see, there just

aren't enough donors.

I can have a few tramps

run over in no time.

The donor has to have the same

blood type. Preferably a relative.

I am a relative.

But you weren't the real son, were you?

You were adopted, weren't you?

And if you donate your liver, you'll die.

A dead relative is preferable.

Okay.

Add a little flour.

A little salt. An egg...

Nice jumper.

From Mast?

- You have 15 minutes to pack.

What for?

We're going to Belgium.

We have to fetch Mast's son.

Right now?

That's the jail. Think of a plan

to free him on the way...

We were about to go

to a quiche competition.

You have 15 minutes.

Bennie, what we don't understand...

What's a kid with parking fines doing

in Belgium's top security jail.

Life isn't fair.

So, you have a plan. Come on.

- Okay. Bennie. This is you.

Bennie, this is you.

Okay, at visiting time,

the guards take you to see Koen.

And Koen is here, in the exercise yard.

In the meantime, we set up a platform

in a street beside the jail.

And if we place it at maximum height and

at a 45 degree angle with that pole...

...then we can shoot a hook

with a bungee cord and a cable.

We fix it to this pole...

...and all you have to do

is grab Koen and cut the cord...

We will have put some mattresses

on a building site where you can land.

The car will be there too,

so we can drive straight back to Holland.

Fine.

Let's go for it.

HIGHEST SECURITY JAIL IN LIEGE

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen.

Koen? Your father wants to see you.

Koen.

Your father wants to see you.

I don't have a father.

We're going to escape. Come on.

Let go.

Christ almighty.

Come here.

Now!

Bennie!

I hadn't counted on the dog.

- Shut up!

This is your father. He wants to see you.

Is that clear?

Well, I'm starving.

No way. You stay here and watch him.

D'you want anything?

Yes... I'd like a ciabatta

with mozzarella.

Or, no. Make it...

...an organic gorgonzola club sandwich.

- Cheese sandwich?

Then the Taipei representative

left the UN.

Local news:
A dangerous gangster

escaped from Lige prison today.

He hasn't yet been caught.

Koen M. Is serving a life sentence

for the rape and murder of five women.

He was aided with his escape...

- I thought it was for parking fines...

Yes, that too.

- A guard and a dog were seriously hurt.

Bennie, he killed five women.

And raped them.

They didn't feel a thing.

They were already dead.

She fell...

Come on.

You look like me, a little.

You also have a...

I always sent your mother

a card on your birthday.

Did you ever get them?

What did they say?

Happy birthday.

You were looking for me?

- Promise me...

...you won't cry when I'm gone.

You'd found a suitable donor? I gathered.

- Where are you going? Can I come too?

I'm going to die, kid.

No.

But you'll live on, kid.

That's what's important.

I made a mistake.

Hey, Bennie.

Look at that. He's still polishing

his dad's wreck.

Has he been buried yet,

or must he die first?

You forgot me, didn't you? Yesterday.

And I... Christ almighty.

I sat waiting.

Where were you?

Perhaps it's my mistake.

I didn't make myself clear.

So I brought a few colleagues.

I'll explain it again.

Maybe then you'll understand.

Hit it!

Sh*t!

I hope it isn't broken.

What a pity.

I don't think he quite understands.

Christ, you did it again?

Are you listening now?

You're doing a job for me? Remember?

A little risk. A lot of money.

You get instructions in two days.

And remember... Today it's headlamps,

tomorrow kneecaps. D*ckhead!

You think that's funny, do you?

Fish head.

It's quite simple.

You can't get a legal liver anywhere.

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