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Where, Honourable Member Smeets,
do I hear in your debate...

about the multicultural society
you hold in such low regard...

such terms as 'social progress,
justice and solidarity'?

You shake your head.

They just do not interest you, do they?

The same parties that cry
to put a wall around the country...

never mention walls such as
tariffs or barriers to fair trade.

As if those matters weren't related.

Speaker...

I'm in the middle of my debate.
- Honourable Fransen may finish.

Shall I just go home then,
Madam Speaker? Shall I?

Whenever 'Go, Holland, Go'
has a turn, you interrupt us.

But when another party...
- Your turn is coming, Sir Smeets.

Mr. Smeets, all opinions
are heeded here. Even yours.

He sure looked pissed, that Smeets.

He may fool the voter, but he doesn't
fool me.

How can he fool the voter?

Ten percent
voted for a party called 'Go Holland Go'.

They need to be protected against
themselves.

The people aren't able
to stand up for themselves.

Get a number?

I'm not sitting here
all morning. Are you nuts?

I'm looking for Mr. Vierhuizen.
- You mean Mr. Vierhouten.

Could be. I want to build a dock
for my own boat on my own property.

Mr. Vierhuizen wrote to me saying
I can't. That's up to me.

I came to tell Mr. Vierhuizen
he can close this file.

He's not here today.
- Is that right?

Wanna bet he is?

My Dad.

He gets pissed off about
official things like this.

But he's not so bad.

I'm Sjef, by the way.
Who are you?

Isn't this Vierhuizen?
Or am I wrong?

I'm Zo�.
I'll be your class instructor.

I'm an actress in real life.

I act in stupid serials
and do voices for Sesame Street.

She does Big Bird.
- Or Big Bird does her.

You'll be talking about yourselves,
and things will get intimate.

With the entire group?
Or just one-on-one?

Ah, the potential dissonant.
Your name is?

Sorry. The what?
- The dissonant.

Let's start with saying your name
and where you served.

I'm Marvin Heibloem.
I served in Iraq.

Welcome, Marvin.

I'm Yousef Belloumi.

I was in Macedonia for a year
and before that in Bihac.

Nice to have you.

I'm Sjef de Klerk from Amsterdam.
Nine months in Afghanistan.

Amsterdam. Really.

If he's taken off the plane
three times before takeoff...

he's declared 'non-deportable'.
He becomes an illegal.

These dudes know that and they'll
scream, curse, eat glass.

Just conk him on the noodle
a few times...

We can only put his head between
his legs - but even that's not allowed.

You're all the way at the back.
No one'd see a thing.

Just conk him.
Listen to your old man.

Get a plate, honey.
- A plate, honey...

Or do I need to use my mitts?

Shut your trap, you homo.
- Homo?

He peed his pants.

He's still coming with us.
We'll be airborne in two minutes.

Watch it. Don't bite.
He's poisonous.

Do you know what a conk is?
- Well?

Oh, that game...

This sucks.

What shall we give Captain Crunch?
- Half of our mug money.

Nice.

Poor countries don't exist.
- Right.

That always proves to be a myth.

That must be the cook.
- Well spotted, Sherlock.

I see right through them.

Air France.
- Lufthansa. For sure.

They look French from the front.
- German. 100%.

Dutch.

Fellow Dutch.

Royal Dutch?
- Yes, but not...

Royal Military Police.
- Are we getting handcuffed?

Come here often?
- No, just cause they pay me to.

It's a strange job.
Sometimes you're a detective.

Sometimes you deport someone.

Sometimes you go to a war zone.
- Like Iraq or Afghanistan?

Heavy.

Enough about me.
More about me.

How often do you go up and down
in a week?

In terms of flying:
Two or three times.

In terms of sex:
Two or three times a month.

How about you?
- I fly two or three times a week.

I'm not telling you about the sex.
- Then don't.

Can you say...

'Sir, would you like
to see our duty-free items? '

Yeah right!
Just be happy with your upgrade.

Usually, I only have sex with
business class passengers and pilots.

Did you have sex without telling me?
- Not me. I'm a Muslim.

I can't justify that to God.

Hey, naked man. What are you doing
with my tax money today?

We're returning a paedophile
who was in jail here.

You see that a lot: Old white guys
who like third-world kiddies.

Shit. We left the clown suit
in our hotel room.

Our friend could have used it
as the jail jester.

You're very funny.

Even with your salary.
- We know how to amuse ourselves.

No, Matthijs, this drives me nuts.

They're guests in our country.
And that's not by accident.

It took centuries to build
our civil rights.

Mr. Fransen, what Smeets is saying:
'They're guests...

so they have to adapt.'
- Guests?

We're talking about people
who've been here for decades.

Often longer than Mr. Smeets.

If it were up to you, a lot of
our citizens would be sidelined.

Does a sideline exist in polo?

What does that posh snotnose
even know about the world?

Lefties talk as if they are about us
but their pockets still run deep.

And the ordinary man
gets shitted upon. Gees?

You say you were scared
during the foot patrols.

You run into people and
don't know what they think of you.

Oh, that game.
- Suppose I'm one of them.

Sorry, but you don't look at all
like what I ran into there.

For a start, everything and everyone
had a moustache. At least.

And if it had a beard,
you really had to aim.

Sorry about what happened.
This is just not my thing.

Not mine either,
but I'm not getting rich by acting.

Maybe you're just not good enough.
Kidding.

You can come watch me.
I've a try-out on Friday.

I'm not into plays.

Is it a complicated play?
- For you, probably.

Can I bring someone?

Come, hero of Athens.
Let us indulge in wine.

Dawn haunts us at the horizon.

From now on, dawn will be unequalled.

It is momentous,
for it may be our last.

Let us live it
in the wine's glow.

I am your father,
dear Agamemnon.

Like the city in all her glory...
- A bit like a lousy soccer-match so far.

Behold, it is Helen,
the most beautiful woman of Troy.

Giving birth to sons
is giving birth to warriors.

The city has two sexes.

It impregnates itself...
- It's a guy.

...in a wave of fire
impregnated by water.

Well, it is a guy.
- And the water burns again.

Is it the heat wave,
or is this Candid Camera?

That suit looked so cute.
I've seen it in a magazine.

A woman in a suit.
That's daring.

Sorry my Dad kept running his mouth
during the play.

You don't hear that on stage.

You're in some kind of rush,
if it goes well.

Nico always thinks he knows best.

And he can't stand it when a man
plays a woman or a woman a man.

Among other things.
- It's not quite your thing either.

Right.
I've said it before.

Wasn't that you who said,
'lt's a guy? '

Things we'd all like to say,
but don't dare. Bravo.

That's my Dad. He doesn't like
these kinds of plays either.

He's only here to be polite.
- Isn't he from the Red-Green party?

A real friend of my Dad's.
- Really? - Nope.

Well, I don't know him personally.

I don't like politics.
None of the parties.

He doesn't take sides.

That was very pure.
Almost too beautiful.

But that wasn't a problem.
- Thank you.

That's a compliment, right?

No TV or no music?
- No more music, of course.

Burning or drowning?

Drowning.
- Me too.

For sure.

Muslim or gay?
- Geez.

You're good at this.
I pass.

That's not allowed.
- Why not?

In that case:
Gay, but not practising.

2.85 meters or 1.05 meters?

Jesus.

1.05 meters.

Never again alcohol or drugs?
- That one's easy.

I don't use drugs, so...
Do you?

I do a line now and then.

Does your Dad allow that?
- He enjoys it too.

Nice.
- He's not a junkie.

I don't care. I think it's a drug
for hypocritical idiots and losers.

Cancer or AIDS?

So, can I act?
Forgot to ask.

I'm no judge of that.

I did wonder whether you'd undress.
- Only the guys.

The director is gay.
- Oh, that game.

You keep saying: 'Oh, that game.'
It's not very sexy.

I've never had complaints before.

Do you still want to see me naked?

Well, I'm already here.
- Good.

I saw that.

I'll give you some measurements
before I come out.

Otherwise you might expect too much.

It's nothing like what's
hanging in the locker rooms.

We don't hang anything there.

We represent
Her Majesty the Queen.

Are you pro-royalty?
- No. I'm born and bred Amsterdam.

The royal family is for farmers
and frat guys.

How about those numbers?

First the letters. Cup size B.
C on good days.

Unfortunately,
today is not one of those days.

Numbers: Hips 90, shoe size 37,
but that's irrelevant right now.

Length you know, sort of: 1.64m.

I'd rather not give my measurements
before we start.

That varies case by case.

So you don't have
a whaleous willius maximus?

A what?
- An enormous whale dick.

That was Latin... or Greek.

This is the first time I've been
with a bloke like you.

What kind of bloke is that?

I'd line my pockets too.

First, I'd help out
family and friends.

Just like in the real world.
- Anyone would do that.

Example: I have to make a decision
about a new overpass.

A buddy of mine builds it
and shares the wealth.

Nothing wrong with that, but don't
tell me it's for the people.

Politics is just theater.

For ugly people.

I think her father is handsome.

An attractive guy.
- So am I. In a funny way.

Let's stop with the politics.
It only means trouble.

The Hague may shield its eyes from it.

It doesn't fit with their idea about
how you should or shouldn't think.

Ladies and gentlemen, Islam
is a true danger to our society.

He's going to hang. He's saying
Muslims are a danger.

He's marginalizing a million
fellow countrymen.

Not just right-wing... it's extreme.

We can corner him on that.
- A danger to our society.

Perhaps we can put this
in the press kit?

Fatima can help you.
- Is she with or without a headscarf?

Fatima is with.
- Without.

So who are you doing these days, Mira?
We want to know about your...

intimate life.
- No comment.

The Christian party.
- You drink beer in the Bible Belt?

In reasonable amounts, Pepijn.

If we go after Smeets,
will you back us up?

Smeets doesn't stand a chance
with us.

Decent people have to stick together.
- He's your anti-Christ, isn't he?

We must reveal what he's really about.

It's about being 'politically continent'.
Cheers.

She doesn't look religious.

She's like anyone
you meet in the street.

They're often in disguise.

Cheers. To Nina.

I hope you have a fruitful internship
with the Red-Greens.

Firstly, it's about
being politically continent.

Must we sacrifice our political
morals at an altar of misanthropy?

The murky altar of misanthropy.
Period.

How do you spell misanthropy?

I know what it means,
but how do you write it?

The way you say it:
I, s and y at the end.

It's still a bit swollen,
but you can see...

It'll look just the way you wanted.

It's a bit tighter.
Not so flappy anymore.

A fruitless attempt to compete
with your young things in The Hague.

But you know that already,
Father Ostrich.

She doesn't need to compete.

She's the mother of my daughter.
My Madonna.

I called her my 'songbird'
when she was still on stage.

She was only 25 and all of Flanders
lay at her feet.

I was proud. All those men
and she chose me.

Well then, it's your conscience.

I have a boyfriend.
With street smarts.

That guy who was at the rehearsal.

I'd like to drag you along
to his Dad's birthday on Tuesday.

In those circles they're still curious
about the in-laws.

Who came up with that idea?

I can explain in 5 minutes
why it's useless...

and causes even more traffic jams.

I'm honestly not an expert.
I don't even have a driver's licence.

Right. You're Green.

But you're happy to fly
to the Hottentots.

Just to pick coffee.

For you kind it's not a problem
if you don't know anything.

First Minister of Environment
and then of Education.

It's like this year I'm a welder
and next year an optometrist.

They call that governing.
He governs.

You're a salesman.
You sell a car, then a building.

But you don't know about cars.
- He can't help it that he talks weird.

He's a Yugoslav.
My daughter showed up with him.

Hold this.

Dad! Calm down!

Out of the way.
Get lost.

Did he shoot?
- Don't be stupid.

Stupid? There are two
waterfowl nests in the reeds!

Keep your eyes and ears open.

You are going to hear things,
from the fringes of society.

Things that aren't in the reports
and that you would never know about.

This guy looks like an immigrant,
but he works with my son.

I was talking to someone, old guy.
Hello, Mr. Fransen.

I'm Cassie.
I've always voted for you.

I'm not surprised.
His Mom does too, I'm sure.

Those problems with healthcare...

I got a plan to solve 'em.
- Many people have a plan.

But my plan won't cost you
one penny extra.

'Clearly' or 'To clarify'?
- I'll run through it.

To clarify,
for reasons mentioned above...

we argue that additional
financial incentives for healthcare...

are, as far as we are concerned...
- Not necessary?!

It may be hard to see from
high up in our ivory tower...

but it can be budgeted in.
- We're Red-Green!

Without support for healthcare
we're indistinguishable.

This is a giant leap to the Right.
- Did you read the whole speech?

It's more subtle than that.
- Even the Right supports healthcare.

We've already lost four seats.

Jos, the Minister.
- Which one?

Which Minister?

Want to bet we'll have
six bikini days in April?

Bikini days? And those are?

Twenty degrees, 250 euros.

Fine.
I'm diversifying my risks anyway.

I'm going to win a bet with you
for 1000 euros.

Fine. Bring it on.

That Red-Green guy: Jos Fransen.
I know him.

I'm going to make his party
the biggest one, though it's nearly dead.

And how will you do that?

I'm his advisor: Rasputin.

I heard he had an enormous dick.

Just like me.

Beach-goers and
the Spanish coast guard...

took care of the young
West-African men.

Look at what these people
have to endure.

More and more Africans are risking
the dangerous crossing to Europe.

The death toll is rising.
- Jesus, that sucks.

You're just trying to get a tan, when
- It's no joke.

Did you bring the party supplies?

Alitalia.
- Could be.

Salem alaikum.

So you're Jos Fransen's
son-in-law, right?

What's he like?
- Very nice.

He's not as backward as you think
they are.

Fellow countrymen!
- Young lady.

I'm a man with a girlfriend now,
so I don't cheat.

When a guy says that so strongly...

they consciously or unconsciously know
their girlfriend is pregnant.

What?! Consiously or... Fuck off.
- You fuck off. I just got here.

I know for a fact my girlfriend
isn't pregnant.

Sensitive issue...
- What bull, 'Conscious or unconscious'.

I had no idea it was such a sore spot.
- It isn't.

It's just...
I'm too young to be a father.

Too dumb?
Why would you be too dumb?

I didn't say 'too dumb.'
I said 'too young.'

You don't sound like you're in Africa.
- I'm at the Hooters on the corner. Okay?

How are things?

Guess who I'm with?
- Look.

That's what I mean.
- With your relatives. And who else?

It all makes sense,
except to the politicians.

I don't get
why you went into politics.

You must get a lot of rotten tomatoes.
- It's a dream job.

It's about things that matter.
I speak to people from all echelons.

Not to me. Maybe now because
you know me, but otherwise...

Look at him with his cast.

You need a whole belt!
Just a firecracker won't do it!

Not a smile behind that beard.
- Lf you were that funny, you'd be on TV.

If you were from there,
you'd wear a djelabah too.

From where?
He's probably just from Amsterdam.

He only wears that...
What's it called?

That 'alibaba' to show that
he hates white people.

Why live in a country
whose people you hate?

And their lifestyle?
Shut up. Sit down.

I don't sunbathe in the park anymore.
- Here.

It may sound stupid...
- Oh, no.

...but often some weirdo foreigner,
sorry, sits down near you...

stares at your boobs and clucks.
Or even plays with his peepee.

You say 'Motherfucker',
and they start cussing.

Then they feel insulted,
like we should adapt.

Wear a bag on our heads because
our boobs offend them. Fuck off.

In some cultures a woman's flesh
is sinful.

To protect men,
women have to be covered.

That's inside out.

A guy doesn't touch a woman
even if she jumps naked on the bar.

It's their problem,
not the broad's.

Or ours.

What's it got to do with us?

I won't insult an immigrant.
Unless he's an asshole.

But be honest...

that imbecile who just walked by
with his army pants and tent dress...

isn't he backward? Or am I crazy?
- What's backward?

No, he's forward. All right?

He's way ahead of his time.

Next year we'll all wear one.
In pastels.

In some sense he is backward.

So the truth comes out.
Say that in public.

Then I might vote for you.
- That's what I mean.

People will base their votes
on me calling someone backward.

That's what it's about these days.
- So what?

It's not that simple.

What I wanted to say...

There is a certain backwardness.

But the so-called 'forwardness'
of our society...

is caused indirectly by the fact...

that we plundered
less-developed societies.

First in colonial times.
Later, through economic subjugation.

But you used the word 'backward.'
- In a certain context.

But you specifically said 'backward.'

'Their culture is backward,' says
the leader of Red-Green.

It's a quooc.

What's a quooc?

A "quote out of context".

I'm talking to you.

It should also have said:
'We owe our wealth...

and therefore our developed
middle class to the Third World.'

But that rat journalist left it out.
- Talking about continence...

this is pissing on your principles.

I didn't say it in that context.
- Pissing on your principles. Funny.

I didn't mean to laugh.
I'm getting coffee.

Somebody shoot her please.
She has the IQ of a goldfish.

You're using a lot of metaphors.
- Once, was it '94 or '95...

as your intern, I was shocked
by what you said in private.

What was it?
- The people...

are crazy and dangerous.
Don't ever listen to them.

At a conference in Ljubliana. Plastered.
During a fuck, if I may be blunt.

The more left, the more right wing
the jokes. It's allowed. A must even.

If you make a bad racist joke,
you're a racist.

But a good joke
is too clever to be racist.

If you can explain it,
put it in the newspaper. Hypocrite.

I went into politics because
70% of humanity is still a slave.

80% of the women,
but also 60% of the men.

Of dogmas, poverty,
armed conflicts.

Hey, sweetheart.

You were very politically correct.
I'd hoped you'd had evolved.

Can you stand a joke about Moroccans?

Depends.
Was it told by a Moroccan?

No, by a Chinese dentist.
- Stick to the topic. 'Backward.'

This is going to cost us.
- It's out of context. I'm not liable.

Maybe you really think that.
Context or not.

No more muffins.
Only cookies left.

Backward.

Where did you come up with that?

Should I be worried
about my 1000 euros?

My father-in-law came up with it.
Not me, wish I had.

Anyway, start saving.

Remarkable results: 72% don't condemn
Fransen for his statement.

A mere 16% do.
12% have no opinion.

Red-Green doesn't seem to have been
negatively impacted.

On the contrary,
Red-Green is gaining...

at the expense
of the Christian-Left coalition.

Another loss
for Leeflang's Labour party.

I'm not going to echo
what's being said in the pubs.

I know Fransen well. I hope he didn't
mean what was reported.

Suppose it had been
one of your ministers?

Would you, as Prime Minister,
have given him a talking-to?

He's not in my cabinet,
but in the opposition.

I'm disappointed in you.
- I thought it was a balanced story.

What's quooc and what's transcript?
Jos said it was a quooc.

Would you have said that
before the poll?

Of course not, Pepijn.

Yesterday you were so angry,
you nearly ripped up the magazine.

What was it you said?

Fascist!

Jos meant just the opposite.

Your loyalty reveals how you came
to be in the Lower House at 21.

I was in the Young Greens.

Next to a guy in a wheelchair
and a fat Turk. Sorry, B�lent.

They had more experience than you.
Guess who gave you a leg up?!

Look who's talking.

Come on, Mira.
The media loves the turnaround.

A left-wing, ladies-man politician
who's fallen off his moral high horse.

Be glad we live here.
Elsewhere, the media...

It's about our image, damn it.
- I've built up enough racial credit.

If anyone has stood up
for minorities...

it's Jos.
- You too, Pepijn.

If we're not slapping Jos on the wrist,
what are we still doing here?

Let's go and oppose.
Duty calls.

I thought so: What's that I hear?
That's duty.

He nodded at you!
- It looked that way.

It's the beginning of the end.
You're now his special fascist friend.

I didn't nod back.
- I should hope not.

This family is the best thing that
happened in your political career.

A crash course on Dutch society.
Your opponents are jealous.

Yeah, right.

Where were you in the polls
before you got here?

Fixing up the car, guys?
- I'd rather fix that broad next door.

Go ahead. I'd cut off your balls,
with a blunt knife.

So, it's arranged?
I'll be your chauffeur?

I travel by first-class train
or sleep in my pad in The Hague.

The less cars the better.
- Bad for our business.

What time shall I pick you up?
- Don't push it, he ain't interested.

Example: Albanese or Moldavians
who come here in truckloads.

80% are pickpockets
or commit debit card fraud.

Back home, they're being bred for this.
Deport them all.

Those who come with bad intentions
can turn and leave. Simple.

How do you know about the 80%?
- Everyone does.

Except for 300 people in The Hague.

They're always crying about
being discriminated.

But no one complains
when the Dutch are malpracticed.

That's a linguistic error.

Malpractice is when a surgeon
does something wrong.

Like an unnecessary amputation.

First go and make babies,
Balkan smurf.

Example: Rodney, my nephew.

He gets picked on by those brats
every single day.

I'm not talking about the Swiss.
- Swiss?

He means the Moroccans.
People from those places.

It's politer just to say:
'They weren't Swiss.'

My father always said...

What?
- Never judge a book by its cover.

Mine always said:
'Shut up and clean the pigeon house.'

It's going to be hot.
- Costs me 250 euros.

Stop it with those bets.
They're emptying your pockets.

That homo of yours... Jos.

He's starting to get in form.

I'll at least get a quarter back.
It's been above 20 for four days.

Figures indicate
that more than 60% are criminals.

Credit and debit card fraud.

There are pickpocket schools
in Albania.

It's a full-time job for the police.

And the ones they nab,
I can tell you...

not a Swiss among them.

Bunch of sleepwalkers
in The Hague.

What would you propose?
I'm curious.

Hold on, Fr�d�rique.

Let's hear it. Which concrete
measures are you proposing?

Surprise us.

If you have bad intentions,
you don't belong here.

So, no visa
for those nationalities.

He's totally lost it.

He's more right wing than Smeets.

Who's lost it?
- Jos.

Totally. Either that or
these are his true colours.

Your voters probably wonder
which party they voted for.

Four months ago,
your faction came out...

with a diametrically opposed
viewpoint.

One minute you say this, then that.

You are a flip-flopper.
- It's called 'progressive insight'.

But I realize it's easy to hold on
to a consistent viewpoint...

when you can look it up
in an old book.

I wish to be spared from this sort
of banter, Madam Speaker.

Let us return to the subject.

Changing views is political suicide.
They'll go for character assassination.

Those Christian hounds
will go for blood.

From now on you're a flip-flopper.

They're digging their own grave -
committing suicide.

With all due respect...
- How do you see it?

It's easy-peasy.

There's one thing that will make
the voters see through their tactics.

So you're saying that the attempts
to defame your character...

come right from the Christian Democrats'
ad agency?

'Flip-flopper' is a term thought up
by flashy advertising guys.

Every time Fransen says something,
you have to insinuate he's lying.

Very American.
Transparent.

Let them. They're afraid
to talk about the real issues.

Is the Christian Democratic party afraid?

I'm willing to talk with you
about any issue.

Your ad guys may not like that.

Isn't it better
to stick to your old tricks?

I say: 'I ate spinach.'
And then you say...

'But you said you didn't want
spinach but endive.'

'Can the voter trust this flip-flopping? '

You see?
I can also be your advisor.

It'll save you money.

Which you can use to plug the holes
in your implausible budget.

I'll introduce you
to the campaign team.

They're with the consultants.
- We don't need consultants.

Those flashy hair-gel types.
- Come with me.

There's the flip board.
What do these guys cost?

You know Jos Fransen.
This is Wubbo van Teylingen.

From marketing: Sikke Bijleveld.

And they are from Brainworks,
the ad agency.

You can pack up your stuff.
Take your flip board.

Advertising is made up
and therefore not the truth.

We can't do that to the people.

Just listen.
- I'm the boss!

It's going fine.
We're gaining like mad in the polls.

We don't need an ad agency

No marketing or management office.
No 'champagne' team.

No think tank.

I'm not going to listen
and that's that.

Ok, this isn't good.

I'll be right back.

Marieke, is the heat getting
to our politicians?

Absolutely. Temperatures rose
in the Lower House.

The campaign is gaining steam.

The candidates
are on the campaign trail.

Tomorrow, the leaders get on
their soapboxes to warm up voters.

But the voters
may be already be hot enough...

given the weather
and the political sizzle.

I'd like to return to
a few weeks ago.

I ostensibly used the word 'backward'
about the Islam.

It was used out of context.

I placed it in an historical context.
- Hypocrite.

Do you know who's a hypocrite?

A man like Smeets from
Go Holland Go.

He constantly uses the term
'Enlightenment.'

'Enlightenment',
dear party members...

Are you going to vote for him?
- I'd rather have a sex change.

But you know that he's finally
saying what's what.

Normal people will vote for him too.

Fransen turned the conference to
his advantage. You see the results.

Go Holland Go and the Christians
each lost a seat.

The other parties tell him
to shut his pie-hole, but I bet...

that secretly they want
to team up with him.

They're already securing their jobs.

Sure I find it hard
to be in a cabinet with Christians.

The Secretary of Economics may be able
to address the budget deficit...

But he still believes in gods and demons
and a seven-day creation.

That makes no sense. But as long as
he doesn't bother anyone.

I do respect sincere believers.
Especially in public.

Christians are often nice.

Nuns help people in poor countries.

But if they do it to get their
reward in heaven, it's self-interest.

I know them. My village
was full of Christians.

I'm going to give
your bouncers a drink.

They're just sitting there.

One is okay, isn't it?
Or would it ruin their aim?

She's young.

Too young, you think?
We click.

That's what it's about.
- I prefer them older.

To each their own.
- An assistant must be experienced.

This may not sound
politically correct, but...

I prefer to work with men.

Two minutes of silence!
Fuck face!

They can't be silent
for a couple minutes.

Bunch of anti-socials.

Schools should hammer it in
how so many Jews were murdered.

Anti-social trash.

All politicians
line their own pockets.

They take our money,
but billions go to the Third World.

Vote for us.

You're not going to respond?

So, representatives
line their pockets?

And the recession is due to
foreign aid?

He said it, not I.

He's probably angry
because his wife's so ugly.

Only 0.8% of our GNP
goes to foreign aid.

That's too little to affect
your finances.

Such words are shameful
on Remembrance Day.

Not so loud. Keep your poise!
- You didn't respond on purpose.

Kick out the foreigners.
- I don't think that's the best of ideas.

Most of them contributed
to our welfare state.

Not my neighbor.

You're imagining things, dear.

Is it yours?
- Yes.

No more racism!

Asshole! Prick!
Fascist!

There's a lot of media.

Emphasize the underprivileged,
the environment.

And your passion for politics.

Remember, 70% of humanity is
still enslaved by poverty, conflict.

Because 70% of humanity
is still enslaved...

by conflicts, economic exploitation
or because they're women.

Everything I do or say...

adheres to these issues.
They're deep in my heart.

I couldn't do without these dogs.

I could sell them online...

but some lunatic might turn them
into fight dogs.

You can only sell them to people
you know.

In other words...

A gift. Isn't he cute?

His name is Gandhi.
He's remarkably sweet.

Have you ever considered leaving?

This world?
When I was young. Often.

The party, I meant.

A one-person faction.

If he's disturbing the party
so much...

He has to go.

Be realistic. He is 80%
of your new voters.

I nearly left the party once.

When they voted for gay marriage.

I can imagine that
with your principles...

He has to go.
He.

How funny.

You always disagree on the floor
and here you are chatting away.

If you need an excuse...

Politics means rising
above your own principles.

I only gave her a ride.

That doesn't sound
like an excuse at all.

What was your alcoholic
monomaniac brain thinking?

This evening is important to Mom.

She's full of painkillers.
- A headache again?

She's still in pain
from the operation.

Something rheumatic.
But you don't care, so forget it.

It's about you and that bunny.

What you said just now:
I didn't know.

That should make you stop
and think.

Did you write it yourself?

No, sweetheart.

The evening is called:
Peggy Sings Serge Gainsbourg

He's a French singer.

He liked young women.

So, typically French.
- What's French?

When I get old...

and have a turkey gobbler
and wrinkles...

flabby arms that flap when you wave
and grey pubic hair...

will you jump any young thing
when you have the chance?

Babe... l'll sing to you
from my rocking chair.

Can you sing?
- Of course.

Where I'm from, everyone can sing,
play soccer and fight.

I believe the soccer and fighting part.

So sing a song, just for me.

You aren't the prettiest of kittens

Your fingernails
are worn and bitten

But I don't care about the rest

I love you the best

You may have wrinkles
in your dress

But being around you
is heavenly bliss

So I don't care about the rest

I love you the best

How's your headache?
- It's not bad.

Sleep tight.

How's your wife?

Is the singing going well?

She's got two engagements.
- Good for her!

What a lady.

She deserves a grandchild.

Then I'd have one too.

I ain't kidding.
I'd spin around and jump for joy.

You believe me?

I'm a weirdo like that.

Blubbering like an old queen.

There. Over.

Got plans for the weekend?
- I have to go to Malaga.

There's a conference on
water management.

Duty calls.
- Work comes first.

I heard something calling.
It was duty.

It's funny.

People see you as...

this clumsy egghead who just
wants to line his pockets.

They don't realise your talent
for humor. Right?

It gets crazy a few weeks
before the elections.

We're always on the road...

debating the other candidates.

You have to see this
as recharging.

For you as well.

Who pays for this?
And for me?

The tax payers.
You and me.

All of us contribute a little.

I find that reassuring.
Funny.

Otherwise you feel
you're a user.

I knew your daughter was an actress,
but not that she was so pretty.

Thank you.
- What did he say?

Candidate spotted with sex bomb

What did he say?

'Out of context.'

'Looks like there's something
between us.'

'People see it,
but don't understand.'

'Very unfortunate picture.'

Why would a political leader
go to a conference in Spain...

in the middle of campaign time?

The French found it great
that Mitterand screwed around.

Clinton, Prince Bernhard, Sarkozy...

People think:
If you can't even get laid...

you're incapable
of running a country.

A real man leads the nation.

Chief of 17 million.

He needs to have balls.
And use them.

I've got a boyfriend.

I wanted to tell you sooner,
but I found it hard.

Because you have a lot
on your mind.

And I didn't want to upset you.

What do you want me to say?

How young?
- 25.

He studied economics.

We met in a pub.

We danced and we started to talk.

About his trip to Siberia.

How cold it is.

His name is Sabri.

From Morocco.

Egypt.

He was born near the Nile
and the pyramids.

On a clear day, you can see the
pyramids from his house apparently.

Muslim.

Yes, but moderate and western.

He's only western if his sister
can touch boys in the pub too.

Sister?

He doesn't have a sister.

If we can't touch their women, they
don't have the right to touch ours.

There ought to be a law.
- Better not say that to the media.

It's a sexist system.

If you don't have a dick,
you're screwed.

It was bound to happen.
You're 40 years older.

36.
Can't you count?

You just met him
and you're already unreasonable.

Within a week, you'll come to me
with a black eye. Want to bet?

Son-in-law.
- Relaxing with your daughter?

More like blowing off steam.
Dad's got a wild side.

We have a great plan.
- Tell me.

It's called Solemate.
It's a databank with footprints.

You look for someone
with the same feet.

But in the Third World.
They'll walk in your shoes.

No more blisters
and they'll always have new shoes.

Have you been using?

I'm just energetic.
- Don't lie. I can tell.

Just say you did a line.
So what?

It's not a regular thing.

It's a product of nature.

Jesus, you've been using too.
- Son-in-law...

Only on certain occasions.
- Son-in law?

Do you think I'd marry a coke-junkie?

I don't need this.
It's between the two of you.

Bye.

Say hello to your voters.
- Sjef...

Don't get so serious. Proletarian!

Know how we pick out the drug mules?
- I just did a mini line.

They smell like shit. They swallow
what came out on the way.

What a sad story.
- Come on.

You know what: Fuck off. Go.
- Why? It's my house.

That's true.

Let's not have this discussion.

Otherwise I'll fight with you
with all this adrenaline.

When I just want sweetness.
- Well I want to have kids.

But not with a mom who snorts.
I'm hitting the sack.

Me too. Later.
I'm still a bit wound up.

Even though it was just a teeny,
tiny mini line.

Enjoy tripping out.

I'm pregnant.
How about that?

That's why it was such a
teeny tiny line.

The last one.
A good-bye line.

I swear. I quit.

I'll come lie with you,
although I can't sleep yet.

Shall we lie down?

As long as you can shut your trap
for half an hour.

And now the burning question...

Suppose you'd have to lead
together, Mrs. Van Swieten?

Let's wait for the elections.

Do I hear the sound
of flip-flops?

Mr. Fransen would have to change his tune.
- And not his song?

But I won't lower my range, at any rate.

So, the door has been opened...

Tune in next week.

Don't forget:
Tomorrow's Mother's Day.

That's retail's cash cow.
I'm Hindu. I know retail.

Mother's Day is wonderful.

Family is the cornerstone
of society for you.

You're right: The cash cow of retail.
- I'll vote for him.

You should.
- Those Christians are such flip-floppers.

It's beautiful!

And then this...

My thanks to you, for the daughter
you gave me.

You gave her to me too.
- My contribution was more fun.

I used to be intimidated by you.

Listen. It's raining cats and dogs.

The clouds are committing suicide.

Not all at once.
That would be too dramatic.

Just bit by bit.

What you said, really affected me.
- You were such an intelligent lady.

I'm just a young gal
who can sing a little.

And only other people's lyrics.

What you say is so...

I matured much later on.
- You already were.

I've always fallen for intelligent women.

If that's how Jos wants to put it,
I know where he's putting it.

Power is an aphrodisiac.

He's our national alpha male
with his second-row opera house laugh.

It's too late to reverse
the burka ban.

But chastity belts for certain
female politicans...

A political party seems like
such a huge organ.

Huge?
You haven't seen mine yet.

Speaking of huge...

Typical. Drowning in attention.
Boy-oh-boy.

You don't think I'd dare...

put my dick on the bar?

Mr. Fransen, come with me.

Excuse me.
Homeland security.

Let everyone know.
You'll be my first lady.

You are my first lady.

Listen, sweetheart...

you can screw around
as much as you want.

But once in a while act
like my husband.

Screw around?
Isn't that saying a bit much?

I need to talk to you.

What the fuck you think you're doing?
- Talking to my wife.

I respect that, but can you spare me
a moment?

Cause I have a problem
that's really been bugging me.

Tell me. What's wrong with me?
- You're drunk and you interrupt us.

I'm drunk too,
but I don't bother anyone.

You sure bother others
with the things you say.

With your talk about the Swiss.

You bother me, my parents,
my sister.

I think you bother your sister
more than I do.

Little hot-head.

Come on. Out you go.

Oh, you're bad.

Be a man. Do you want to be
prime minister or not?

A woman who dates someone like that,
is no rocket scientist.

And a woman who dates
Yugoslavs?

You need to screw a hooker!
- With my famous face? Right.

Some Rumanian whore
who doesn't know who you are.

Or even your wife. How about that?
- My wife?

Is that so strange? The girl's 21.
And you're almost 60.

You're like Santa
with a kid on his lap.

I'm aware of that,
but the flesh is weak.

Everything about you is weak.

Then why do the people adore me?

You're weak. You snort,
you neglect your wife.

You don't stand up
for your opinion.

Isn't it true that there's hardly
a woman left in the Netherlands...

who hasn't been harassed
by these outcasts?

On the bus
or in the streets.

When you hold the Muslim community
accountable...

they always point to society...

or international conflicts.

It's never about conflicts
caused by Muslims.

Or a fatwa, or...

terrorism in the name of the Islam.

And they...
- I've already asked you to wrap it up.

Yes, but...
I'm not finished by a long shot.

These are the mothers of an army
that stretches to the horizons.

Come, Helen.

You here?
- I wanted to kiss you before I leave.

This time the plane might crash.

Bad for my make-up,
but good for my mood.

You can't smoke here.

My Mom says I can.
She's there, with the shaved balls.

You were right.
She was unconsciously pregnant.

You see?
You think you know everything better.

So what's it gonna be?

I don't care,
as long as it's a healthy boy.

Congratulations.

When I was a few days late...

Jos told everyone I was pregnant.

I thought: If I'm not,
his heart will break.

Really?
I never heard these stories.

He thought just going to the kitchen
was too strenuous for me.

He became this over-concerned lackey.

He didn't even notice
the sexy midwife.

Now that's extreme.

It had to be a daughter
and look like me.

As long as he looks like her
and not like you.

Hey, Sjef's pretty.
- Pretty ugly. Even as a baby.

Never improved.
- Don't be so weird.

Your dad.

Does he know yet?
- It's going to be a nice surprise.

Your excellency. What time
shall I pick you up?

Pocket liner! You're gonna be a grandpa!

We just said you needed some exercise.
That you move like a grandpa.

He said he's a bit sensitive
about that.

Did he hit you?
- Yes.

Did you look at another man?
Insult his primitive ego?

No, he kicked Gandhi.

He doesn't like dogs,
because they are unclean.

Gandhi bit him
and he kicked him again.

Then I hit Sabri and then...

he hit me.

I don't like men
who don't like animals.

They're not sweet.

There are so many Muslims.

But those who aren't,
aren't Christian either.

And yet there are a lot
of Christian holidays.

Ascension Day, Easter Monday,
Whit Monday...

We get a day off.

But not for Eid-ul-Fitr.

Why can't that be a day off?

Maybe the Muslims
would feel more at home.

Ideally, maybe.

Nice word: Ideally.
Use that in a speech.

Suppose I have
a servicing company...

and someone in a tent dress with
a coffee filter on his head applies?

I'd be mad to hire him.
- Let's stick to norms of decency.

As a representative,
you lack respect.

You're mocking
this institution.

The Lower House is a bastion
of democracy.

It lost that role
for only 5 years in its entire history.

And that was between 1940-45,
Mr. Smeets.

What happened then?

Was it renovated?

Shame, Mr. Smeets, shame.

Are we getting politically correct
all of a sudden?

Everyone's flashing their middle finger.
Society's becoming desensitised.

But politicians only blame the Muslims.

And you, you're using Muslims
as political currency, Jos.

Do you feel that both the left and right...

are using Islamic issues
to haul in the voters?

There's plenty of discrimination.
It's always: 'Muslims this, Muslim's that.'

If I just want to go out one night...
- I know, I know...

because you're Moroccan...
- Moroccan?

As if you look Swiss.

Cees, this is too easy.

If you just stick to the law...
- Come on.

There are enough people with,
shall we say...

lightly-colored skin...
- Lightly-colored skin.

As if you're talking about smurfs.

You're not referring to light blue.
Let's not be wusses.

Just say Dutch from Moroccan descent.
- Exactly. Mr. Leeflang?

They're Dutch.
They're children of this country.

Do they know that themselves,
prime minister?

It's like you don't belong.

The Netherlands is the most beautiful
country in the world.

Anything's possible here,
but it could be better.

Holland is a beautiful country.

Holland is my country.

But it could be even more beautiful.

There's our future
Minister of Integration.

Why not Economics? You don't send
in a chicken to protest battery cages.

Very clever.

The mosque will look like this.

There's a lot of resistance
in the neighbourhood.

You'll hear that tower clamour
six times a day...

A decision about a building permit
will be made soon.

Look, another chance.

Two more seats.
- How so?

He has to oppose it.
Smeets does. He'll gain.

I'm not opposed to it.
- For now.

If you're not against it,
don't say you are.

If a mosque doesn't obstruct
integration, why should I oppose it?

The Christian population
may have declined by now...

But they could request
to build a new church.

Those bells ring 48 times a day.
- Exactly. They're deafening.

Church bells belong here.
It's tradition, history.

History has never been my yardstick.
We're not in the Balkans.

Besides, I think the first day
of Eid-ul-Fitr...

should be a national holiday.

Just like Whit Monday.

We have eight Christian holidays.

Say that,
and you'll lose the elections.

A lot of Muslims hate you
and don't want to be with infidels.

They want this to be a Muslim state.
- A very small percentage.

Lots of them are normal. I work
with one who drinks and whores.

But not his sister.
- Exactly.

Only a small percentage
think the way you said.

Listen...

Muslims always whine about
how they're being screwed by the west...

Funny joke.

Muslims always whine about how
they're screwed by the west, right?

Then they shouldn't point their asses
that way five times a day.

Oh, sorry.

He can look for another job.

No way.
It was just a joke.

Suppose someone tells customs:
'I'm carrying a bomb.'

Would you treat that as a joke?
- Of course not.

We'd tear him wide apart.
- This is very similar.

This is not one, not two,
but three steps too far.

'Not one, not two, but three.'
It's like Sesame Street.

Mr. Fransen needs a long look in
in the mirror.

And ask himself:
'What am I doing? '

It goes beyond flirting
with the underbelly.

What's the mood like
in the lower house?

Are you all still gossiping
around the water cooler?

I agree that Mr. Fransen
has a lot of explaining to do.

We're distancing ourselves
from his tasteless statements.

There's no excuse.

That's quite a reflection
on your leader. Will it cost votes?

6, 700, 750.
Put it in your pocket.

I'm sure it will become
the largest party.

The elections won't be for 3 weeks.
- Come on, man.

First those chicks
and now that masterful joke.

He's a great political talent.

That joke was mine, by the way.

Aren't you going nuts from this?

Time for some R&R.

At one with nature
and all that.

Oh, that game.

Shall we have pancakes?
- For sure.

We've got some very nice news
to go with the pancakes.

You're pregnant.

How did you know?
- What else could it be?

Congratulations.

Very much so. You too, son.
- Thanks.

Are there pancakes
you can't eat?

Why?
Pancake house.

I can give you the translation later.

But the threat isn't from the Swiss,
so to speak.

The message is that it's
every Muslim's duty to kill you...

because of the statements
you made.

This colorful gentleman
refers to them.

He's not a happy camper.

Some decent clothes, a shave
and a case of beer would do him good.

Alcohol. Depressing documentaries.
The Godfather trilogy and music.

Shall I bring CDs?
- Fine.

What may be an insult to one,
is just another's analysis.

I think it's the latter.

All concepts should be open
to criticism, including religion.

Freedom of expression
is essential.

A few days ago
he said something else. Opportunist.

Society runs on mockery, especially
because it causes friction.

Especially because it offends.

Mocking authority is part
of a long tradition going back...

to at least Erasmus.
That's our opening.

Then: Religious authorities
want too often...

to guard their communities
against doubt.

Because it can affect their monopoly
on the absolute truth.

Especially because doubt
is an ode to truth.

That's beautiful.

Especially because doubt
is an ode to truth.

Our faction unequivocally supports
freedom of expression.

In an open society, ideally,
everyone...

within the law, may voice his opinion
on that which he finds relevant.

Nice sentences.
That's really Dad.

But I don't see
what the word 'ideally' adds to it.

Laugh at them,
here in The Hague.

I'd like Dad to keep
his mouth shut now.

I don't want to lose him yet.

I'll never shut up.
Never.

I've warned against it
and this is what you get.

Those guys get easily riled.

When I was a referee those guys
wanted to beat on me all the time.

And they're still like that.

But plenty of them are okay.

We'll wash them separately.

The government just lets them be.

Enough of the never-ending bellyaching.

I was glad he had Jos to bitch to.
- I'm done.

Stupid country.
- It really is.

I'm seriously thinking
of clearing out.

When are you leaving?
- He's serious.

Really.
- Absolutely.

We'll go to Yugoslavia.
What do they call it?

Jos can come
and have a decent life.

You can't say anything anymore
without ending up in a shelter.

Let's bring him the shuffleboard.

Then he can play.

Is there shaving gear?
- The usual.

For all other articles
you have to make a list.

I'm looking for eggs.

I gave a list to your colleague.
- We have a guest.

Nina.
Quite the story, isn't it?

I'm sure you can stay the night.

These gentlemen don't literally
sleep in my room.

I talked to my Mom about it.
She feels I shouldn't.

She thinks it isn't safe.

I respect that.

But I think it sucks.

If this poll is representative,
the Red-Greens are at 41 seats.

It's the largest. Smeets's party,
with 35 seats, the second-largest.

In theory, these two parties
could form a government.

That's a perverse suggestion.

It's so political incontinent,
I don't want to think about it.

Jos has banged her.
- How do you know?

Connections.

Shit music.

If he plays this again,
I'll shoot him myself.

Inshallah.

I missed you.

How do you feel?
- Wonderful.

I don't know anymore
which end is up.

How are you?
- Improving.

How did you arrive at that insight?
- Time.

Not even fear.

Time to think and take a distance
from the whole picture.

This shithole country is populated
by rude hedonists of all persuasions.

Muslim, Christian, Jewish.
White, black, hetero, gay.

Bunch of assholes, those Dutch.

No where else in the world
do waiters treat you so rudely.

People don't wait their turn
anywhere.

On one side, they're suspicious.
On another, they're gullible.

As long as the tone is negative.

If you can lead
the national lamentations...

the people reward you with power.

As long as you give them
what they want.

But a good politician
should say: No...

you don't get what you want.
You're spoiled.

I may not always have been
a good politician.

And thus I'm stepping down.

I can't leave this shelter.
A bunch of fools threaten to kill me.

They don't realize
they're kept ignorant...

and incited to violence
by fairy tales about virgins.

I quit, because another
bunch of fools blames them...

and anyone who looks like them
or has a similar last name.

Another position.
My leg hurts.

I'm no longer available
as representative.

I advise you to vote for the woman
who's next in line.

I'm no longer participating.

I've had enough of this country.

Likewise.

But I'll secretly care
about this country.

Whatever you may do there.

Allow people to continue to take
things into perspective and mock.

Support those who question
something, the renegades.

Only those who want to hog the truth,
are afraid of freedom of expression.

It's there for all citizens: Muslims,
atheists, Hindus.

Let it be a country where you can
practice your faith without fear.

Or don't have to practice.

Let it be a country
where it reads above the gate:

Men, women, gays, heteros,
whites, blacks are equal.

Always. And not nearly always,
or sometimes.

Make sure the economy
does well.

But that the weak
don't lag behind.

Make sure a house doesn't become
a monetary unit for realtors.

But in the first place
a spot where people live.

Just a country where people
are the most important.

Licorice. Soccer magazines.
Is that it?

We're only going for ten days.
Isn't this a bit much?

They gave me quite a list.

Are we sure we can fly
at six months?

You're the one
who works at the airport.

But I'm not a doctor.
- Oh, that game.

The Netherlands has a female
prime minister.

Today, Mira Ornstein, who's only 36,
presents...

her Green-Red-Christian coalition
after a complicated...

formation period.

I banged her too.

You hear that? Yugoslavian.

He's saying his father's ugly.

Hey, pocketliner!
Dinner!