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Who are you?!

Guess who?!

- What are you doing here?
- Shut up!

Now is the time ...
I am here to take your soul.

No!

Tell me the truth.
What's up with my laws?

You were going to see if
people would obey them?

Well, what came of it?

Nothing!

It's a big mess everywhere!

By whom are you sent?

My father.

You have failed, Moses.

It's over boy.

I'm here to take you.

No. I do not deserve that.

Your father locked me up
here for 40 years...

As if that wasn't enough already...

I have been punished enough!

- I will...
- Stop.

You have had your chances.

But now you can leave it to me.

You will be dead.

No.

Is your foot asleep?

Chop it off.

You smell.

See you!

The Mantle of Love

Inspired by
The Ten Commandments

Do you know what time it is?

Excu... cu...

Sorry. It doesn't work.

It doesn't work.

Everyone knows what time it is.

Step aside boy.

More coffee?

I'm drinking beer,
as you can see.

Nothing else to watch?
This makes me sick.

No.

The quiz will follow.

Fun that is.

Leave the sound on.

Stop annoying me.

If you don't want to watch,
then do something else.

Walk the dog or so...

And your own too, so it won't
bother me anymore.

My God, how funny...

We go outside? Get some fresh air.

No, I don't want to.

You go.
I have lugged around here all day.

You worry about nothing.

What else am I to do.

Like it's dirty here?

You don't see that.

Now listen to me carefully...

As long as I don't see it,
everything is fine.

I won't say anything.

You won't air your sheets anyway.

I don't understand why you
cleaned the sheets this morning.

Nothing happened in that
bedroom the past three months.

You dick!

Think about this yourself.

- If I had to say...
- You. Everything is your fault.

Find a job please.

And don't bother me here.

You don't do shit all day.

You were going to paint the hallway
five weeks ago, but no...

I am not allowed to work!

I may be at home and walk.
I am getting unemployment benefits.

You have known this for eight weeks.

I can't help this factory went down.

You can find another job.

No need to hang around
until the cows come home.

I don't need to find other work.
They can call me if they need to.

If there ain't nothing
there ain't nothing.

- A long wait before they call you.
- Right.

I am fine at home.
Let them go to hell. I don't care.

That you have let yourselves being
exploited by that bounder Ketelstein...

...doesn't mean you
can exploit me.

I have always said he is no good.
A very bad man.

- Also no holiday allowances.
- If you were the boss...

Sure. You'll see.

Stop whining. Go gossiping with
that screwball upstairs.

I'll cut off that bitch her throat.

Turn off that telly.
Every night the same bullshit.

Please turn it off.

Let's go out for a bit.
We've been inside all day.

No. I want to watch.

You go to the bar.

What if I come home drunk?
Same old song.

Hello, family Braadmans here.

Hi mom.

Wait. Please turn the volume down.

I don't know why?

Hello, I'm back.

How are you?

How is your hip?

Is it okay?

- Walk upright, okay.
- Yes, also sleeping upright.

Yes, I have been there...

Yes I tried it on.

No, it didn't fit.

- No, it was a bit tight up here.
- Yes, too tight.

But I had another one...

That one is nice. It's pink.

Old fashioned pink.

- No he's still here.
- Yes, and it will take a while.

- Eight weeks already.
- Yep, eight weeks...

Yes, it's about time.

- What can you do about it...
- Nothing.

I want to watch a quiz.
I will call you back later, okay?

Are you going to watch it too?
Goodbye. Talk soon.

Good luck with your hip.

What is wrong with mom?

Nothing.

Never anything wrong.

Only her hip.

Will you please don't do that.

Really hope they got a job
for you tomorrow.

Won't be easy darling.

Stop calling me darling.

You must have had your
first beer today.

I can't help it that
you don't drink.

Hey dear, are you horny?

Stop it. I want to watch.

God damn it! I'm not allowed
anything here.

You will see who is in charge!

¶ Arise, oppressed of the earth...

What's going on here?! What was that
bang? It scared the hell out of me.

He had thrown the TV
out of the window.

Come with me darling.

Jeez, you are always fighting.

I don't understand.
He became crazy.

I have never seen him like that.

He lost his mind, or what?!

Just get rid of him.

You can't do that?

Come on girl. This is good for you.
Drink it.

If a guy is like that,
he ain't good.

Maybe I still love him...

You tell me. One shouldn't just throw
a television out of the window.

Hey Toos ... no ...

Really ... it's done in a jiffy.

What are they doing to you.

In the name of God, Wimpie...
This is not a playground.

When are we having dinner?
I am hungry.

Come on Wimpie.
Let's go inside.

Please connect me to
the bishop immediately.

It's urgent.

Add another pill to my water.
Start with my right hand.

Hello, Overmaat here.

Overmaat from Spandershoef.

Nice that you're calling me.

Not so nice after all.

Now listen to me carefully,
Monseigneur...

I'm not sure if I want to do this ...
It's already 11.30 a.m.

and the church is empty
as a bird's nest in December...

Come on ... don't be somber
little Overmaat ...

It's a beautiful day...

Don't be somber, don't be somber!

Things are falling apart here.

Chalk flies around; I'm sitting in a draught;
my shoes are soaked when it rains...

You know why?! Because not even
a dog attends church anymore.

I'm done with it...

Calm down please.

Other hand and be careful
with my nails.

I believe your reasoning
is not so logic...

I don't care. I think it is.
Not a single penny comes in.

Monseigneur, I don't care if they
don't show up, but they have to pay me.

I am turned over to the heathens.
All my sheep converted by dirty socialists...

with full bellies sitting on their
lazy unemployed asses...

You thought they'd come
pray for a job, oh no ...

If they have aches or are sick
they just get a pill.

Aren't we entitled to
unemployment benefits?!

You are going hard. You'll even
apply for children's benefits soon.

- Keep quiet.
- Why? I am as thirsty as a sponge!

Say what?

- I say it's enough!
- Calm down Overmaat, calm down...

You know that we spend
all our money to help you.

Last week we started collecting
for you and it's still ongoing.

And your salary increase
is hanging in there...

...so I would say:
Please be patient.

I won't wait any longer.
I'll do as I please.

Maybe you need
to modernize, boy.

What? Should I make it a
sex farm, or a parking garage...

Those venues do well nowadays.

Listen to me... In case nobody
comes your way no more...

...why wouldn't you
go their way?

Jeez... Monseigneur,
that's a good idea.

Yes, but there's been written:
Come To Me.

Come To Me? Well, time to
inverse that young man.

You won't give a damn.

I will call you back.

Come on looby,
hurry up and pack your stuff.

And take that fishing rod.

- I will do.
- You'll see. Come on.

This one too.
Hurry up I'm getting cold.

Boy oh boy. You'll never learn.

Suitcase!

Look, the pastor is here.
Is something wrong?

All dressed up!

What are you doing here?!

I am going to perform Mass here.

Here?! You have a church for that.

What the hell is going on.

Back off. That's sacred.

Get out of here. This is a bar.

Leave him. It's only 30 minutes.

Will you please get off
that old jukebox.

This will be one hell of a show.

- Little pastor, are you crazy?!
- Now stop complaining, okay!

God, give me the power.

Wimpie, let's get out of here.
It'll be a disaster.

Will you already get the
sacrament of the dying.

Quick!

God damn it!

Give me a shot.

- God will save me.
- You can say that again.

Your sins have been repelled.

Because you handled it well.

The Netherlands have
become to small for you.

Go to Rome.

Important work awaits you.

Yes, I shall go Maria.

Tell everyone that
you have seen me.

And keep thinking of me.

There is someone waiting outside.

Wow, what a nice gift.

Mom has to leave. Sit down.

Yes, Mrs. Smallengang here.

- Oh, it's you.
- Yes, it's me.

I'm not calling for fun.
Things seem to be serious with dad.

What is it?

Don't act like it interests you.
You have never cared for him.

Like you do. Who visited him since
mom passed away? You didn't.

- I won't start fighting about it.
- No, but who starts doing it?

- You'll never change.
- For you, no.

Now listen. He had an attack,
something with his heart I think...

Henk called the doctor, and he called
Sjaak, and he wants us all to come.

Sjaak is here. Now if you can come too.
Sjaak wants to talk about some things.

- My parakeet broke loose.
- What the hell do I care for that.

- I am off. - Okay Annie go.
I'll watch the register.

Good luck with your dad.

Come here you shit beast.

So, here you are.

- How did you go?
- Took the streetcar.

- Flip has the car.
- You got a car nowadays.

One year already.
Nice bike you got there.

Third one already.

Can't leave anything on
the streets nowadays.

They'll pass by with a truck at night
and take it with lock and all.

Come on in.

- Hey boy. Long time no see.
- Henkie, everything all right?

You're still at home.

How is dad?

Really bad.

- What did the doctor say?
- He will be back tonight.

- What he say?
- It won't be long anymore.

He can't have anything.
Has to quit smoking completely.

He got some heavy medication.

- I'm going to see him.
- Yes, me too.

Please be quiet.

Terrible.

Poor chap.

Worked his whole life for this.

Good mom doesn't know.

- Does he feel pain?
- He's sleeping calmly.

- He probably won't notice.
- What?

There are people dying in their
sleep, being unaware...

- Happened to auntie Nel that way.
- Not true. She choked...

...but she remained
conscious until the final seconds.

You can't know. You were too little.

Or was it aunt Trees?

I forgot.

Come on.

So terrible...

I'll prepare some coffee.

How are you Henkie?
Still jigsawing?

Is this still okay?

Yes, it's okay. Coffee won't go bad.

He wasn't doing too well recently.
Especially since last year's fever.

What do you think?

Excuse me guys. Shame on you.

No milk. There's still a can,
but I don't trust it.

I called you over to
discuss some matters.

It can be over anytime soon.
Because I'm the only man...

...I want to settle things.

What things?

I was just going to tell you.

Let's suppose dad won't make it...

...we have to arrange a funeral.

With no other family left,
it's up to us.

- How old is dad actually.
- 71

Impossible.

- I was born in 36 and they were married
for three years. - 71, I'm sure.

Dad was born in 1906.
He is 28 years older than I am.

How old are you?

- See, I was right! Dad is 70.
- I must go soon; overtime tonight.

The funeral.
How to proceed?

- We have to do something.
- Of course. Can't leave him here.

I nosed around before you arrived.

Now I know whether he has
a burial insurance or not.

So we know what
we're talking about.

This is all I could find.

Won't help anything.
Expired 22 years ago.

We could possibly extend it, but...

No, can't do it - as it's written
in the small letters.

After five years of non-payment
extension is impossible...

...and the insurance renders
invalid automatically...

You can't make any claims as
to the payments you have made.

Typically dad to let
expire a thing like that.

What did we do when mom died?

Dad paid for it, and uncle Kees.

Yes, I remember very well.
You didn't even care for flowers.

Flip didn't want it, because you had
to pay for a dirt bike or something...

Let's call uncle Kees and ask...

He has been in South-Africa for
two years. Wow, you are up to date...

- Assume that we have to pay.
- Why?

Do we have to pay?!

An announcement and the funeral.

- And the casket of course.
- No way.

I don't know where to get the money.

Me neither. To ask Flip makes no
sense. He's on bad terms with dad.

This way we won't get anywhere.
Listen!

It's still our father!

- It wasn't that fun back then.
- Shut up. Let Sjaak do the talking.

After I talked to the doctor,
I stopped by funeral businesses...

I took some flyers.

I have three businesses here.

I'll start with the cheapest.

This is a cooperative.

Worldwide transportation.

Let's see.

Well, now I'm thinking about it...
Doesn't dad had some savings?

Good thinking.

- Dad can pay his funeral, no?
- Dad?

What can he do for it?

From his retirement benefits?
Come on.

It's worth asking no?
You'll never know.

We can sell some stuff from here.

We'll leave a chair and a table.
What else does the boy need?

Everything stays here. For Henkie.

You two keep off.

It's written here.
Let me calculate.

A funeral car will cost 250 guilders.

To and from plus gasoline.

A limo will cost 200 guilders
plus gasoline, and, let's see...

...from here to...

1450 guilders altogether?! That's
almost 500 each. I don't have it.

Ridiculous! Why four cars?
For whom?

We of course.

- In four cars?
- Yes, we and the kids...

...his former boss, and
the pastor needs to go too...

- I'll go on my bike.
- And Flip takes the car.

- Ridiculous those four cars.
- We can take 20 cars.

We'll discuss it later.

Something else. I talked to
the pastor about a Mass...

- And about an obituary.
- Really? Who knows him after all?

- How much?
- Regular ad will cost 220 guilders.

Or a small one,
but no one will notice.

- Christ, so expensive.
- Forget about it.

The most sober Mass,
takes 30 minutes nowadays...

...will cost 450 guilders...

- Sjaak, forget about it.

What will it be altogether?

About 900 each
including a casket.

No, my income is on commission.

The theatre can go bankrupt any
moment. I might lose my job soon.

- Flip will be happy.
- Shut up, you have a man at least.

Or are you telling me
you still need to pay that car...

What else are we to do?!
Should we preserve him in alcohol?

No need for that.

I will pay for a single ride.

- We ruined it badly.
- How terrible.

- Now what?
- I tried my best.

We need to find a solution.

- Jesus, they are stealing my bike!
- The bastards!

Let's go outside.

Safe-deposit.

Next to the pants.

For you.

I'd like a cigarette...

You'll get a short break
now to smoke a cigaret...

- May I ask in whose honor this is?
- From Mr. Matthijsen. His birthday today.

You know who that is?

A new one. I think he's back
there at the stencil department.

God, how weird with
this Mrs. Split.

Payment of old dues, no way.

She got Social Security benefits.

Do I see in her current tax files...

... 30,000 guilders of extra income.

Give me her file, Krekeltje.

- What's her exact name?
- Split.

Is it good?

I was hungry.

Let me count, Krekeltje.

6,750

and 1,420

18,970

28 years old.

Not married and no employment.

Please think with me, Krekeltje.

A girl is not married... has an
apartment somewhere...

... no job ... but has extra income.

Another one.

What do you mean?

She must be beautiful.

Mr. Marks, why not check it out?

Then you'll find out exactly.

- Possible?
- Of course.

- Who are you looking for?
- Mrs. Split.

Tax inspection.

Please sit down.

- Nice meeting you.
- Eva Split.

Coffee?

Yes please.

I am glad that you're home.

Don't you take off your coat?

Yes, if you allow me.

The case is somewhat annoying...

I have some old tax forms...

... going back until 1973.

I understand you were entitled
to Social Security for a while.

But you submit an amount of...
30,000 guilders of extra income.

We have sent you nine warrants.

And you never replied.

18,970 guilders are overdue.

Without interest and service charges.

What I want to ask ...
You submit extra income...

How must I interpret that?

I just make a little extra.

So we can assume that your extra
income actually is your main income.

Why make it so difficult
with your papers.

There are more important issues.
Life: That's important.

Yes, but we are at the point
that you have to pay.

Whatever you want,
but I don't have the money.

I am very sorry, but then
I need to confiscate.

Why? We can arrange that, no?

How?

You know ... like ... enjoying
Here, take a cigarette.

I'm gonna get you.
Monster !

A very good meal.
My compliments.

I'm still breaking my head
about the question of abortion.

We bishops are worried,
in the name of Rome,

about a possible legalization
of abortus provocatus...

...not to talk of the
abortus criminalis.

Illegal abortion by the
so-called Angelmakers.

I have an official
abortion clinic.

We work with the best doctors,
the most up-to-date equipment...

Our reports can be studied
at the Department of Justice.

What do you need to know,
Mr. Verbiest?

Yes, correct. Our commission
got access to the full reports.

Everything fine gentlemen, but
what I would like to add is that...

... what humans can do should not
be a criterion for what we may do.

If we honor life so little, humanity, I'm
afraid, unleashes the worst disasters...

... to which technology
will have led him.

I think we are hypocrite
if we keep talking about honor, but...

... perform terrible acts in the meantime.

Mr. Godschalk, I can prove that
people visiting us are in bad shape.

Their misery...

The wine is good.

... their misery proves that we
contribute to their health and fortune...

... if we do as them pleases.

How can we do that? It's no news
that you ask 500 guilders per person.

And that you can treat at least
40 unfortunate souls per day.

Big investments.
We apply the safest methods.

Besides I just started
a separate non-profit...

for the support of
a range of social issues.

That's wonderful, but that's a duty
because of your high profits.

I would like to ask your accountant
about the ins and outs of this.

See, modern society mandates us
to take people's concerns into account.

We have been busy for three years now
with this highly complex issue.

I'm having a large constituency.

Political pressure is so big that we soon
need to take decisions and a stance...

... on that abortion.

A Catholic minister collaborating on
these matters stops being Catholic.

It's the mandate of the State
to protect the lives of its citizens.

And above all for life yet to be born.
The State is responsible.

But medical science concludes...

that born and unborn life
are fundamentally different.

Unborn life is of a lesser quality.

There is, let's say, a substance...

but in no way similar to what
we would call a human being.

At least until the 13th week...

We dismiss the opinion that
after impregnation there is...

only some amorphous
liquid substance.

It remains controversial.
At least for you of course.

It's general knowledge that the
church has outdated beliefs.

Suppose it is controversial,
we will say: In dubio pro embryo

- But you know...
- Abortion is murder.

Excuse me, but you should know that
the minister decided that women...

can decide for themselves whether
to interrupt pregnancies or not.

Another fallacy. Utter nonsense.

Unborn life has its own rights.
Silly to let mothers decide over them.

Where does it go from there?

The unborn child in the womb
is no part of the body of the mother.

Besides I have all respect for
your political ideology, but...

I would like to urge the minister
of Justice to take into account...

the moral rights of Christens.

Moreover statistics prove a
continuous decline of the birth rate.

Something we of course
cannot approve of.

It is your problem.
Not mine.

Restricting the birth rate is an
essential part of government policy.

In this tiny country we need to control this
in order to keep equal opportunities for all.

Principle of our democracy.

Abortion nowadays is more often
applied as a means of birth control...

after anti-conception has failed.

You have your own ideas about this.

An example: Imagine that
a nun will be raped.

And she becomes pregnant.

Even then, I'd say no to abortus.

We need to support mother and child,
like we do with the poor and the disabled...

and if it is not her fault, she has
to bear it as our Dear Lord's cross.

You must admit that these kind
of arguments are implausible.

But okay, I understand
where it comes from.

With regards to sex the Church has
had idiotic attitudes since ages.

Gentlemen, it remains a complex issue...

We can't risk a political crisis
for that over here.

If you are a good Catholic, yes. It's a
short way from abortus to euthanasia.

It will be a task of science
to enlighten mankind.

It is a generally accepted principle
of our entire Western civilization.

This sounds unbelievable, unless you
will open a clinic for euthanasia as well.

Christ was unbelievable too.

I have my doubts about
your civilization.

What if I tell you that 30 billion
abortions take place annually...

of which 50,000 in The Netherlands,
where will this lead to?

This means that if the socialists
can do what they want...

50,000 legal murders will be
committed on an annual basis.

Is that the meaning
of the Christian doctrine?

Very delicious lobster, thank you.

What about the Inquisition?

- And the children's crusades?
- Excuse me, gentlemen.

- If not for you, Anna?
- If not for you...

It's okay.

I'll call you later.

When will the decision be made?

End of next month. Why?

- And how do things look like?
- I'm not so sure yet.

How far reaches your authority?

Well, being a minister, quite some.

Listen Theo...

- You understand.
- Yes I do.

You think I will get approval
by three other clinics?

And I'll arrange a deal with
the National Health Service.

Oh Anna, would you
bring us three coffees?

Care for a good digestive gentlemen?

Please.

Would you please
take care of this, Anna.

Please excuse me gentlemen.

How much did he offer you, Theo?
Now, come on, how much?

600,000

How do you know, Jules?

God hears and sees everything, boy.

You should know that. One of the
first things you learned.

Delicious.

To your health.

Look gentlemen, our meeting is
getting a bit of a festive ending.

I mean, let us forget about this
abortion issue for a while.

We are old buddies. How long has it
been that we were together at school?

About 25 years ago, I think.

I think we haven't changed a bit, no?

For example, Theo just
told me a nice story.

Unimaginable. But, go ahead.

I heard, old buddy, that you
took care of a good pension for him.

Keep calm boys ... calm down...

Theo can't help it.

Look, that's what I mean.

Science sometimes is easy cheesy.

The church also modernizes.

- What a nasty trick, Jules.
- Look who's talking.

You who makes fortunes
on the misery of others.

Listen.

I can play the whistle-blower,
but I think God wants otherwise.

I can of course ask you to pay
me that amount every year...

although not a good idea. Moreover I
don't need it because my family is rich.

I just want to tell you
that I don't care about your money.

What do you want?

I will tell you.
First of all, you Theo...

What happened here is such a
violation of rights in a social State...

that it seems fair if
you give up your position.

You can't do that Jules.

I think you better retreat. Your friend
Thaddeus will submit a medical statement.

I will find a solution to the
abortion issue with your successor.

Now the moral right of the Christens
prohibit me to waste any more words on you.

About you Tad, our foreign archives
kept records about people...

who didn't behave correctly
towards their fellow human beings.

If that isn't clear to you,
I will explain.

These records show crystal clear
how you, in South-Africa...

behaved like a beast.

Will you please bring these
gentlemen their coats?

You didn't make it easy for me.

You had a busy day.

With a couple old school buddies, yes.

What you sometimes need
as you get older.

You gave them a hard time.

What do you mean?

You listen at the door?

You do that too.

Or you think I don't know
what happens in the bathroom?

- I don't understand how you could say
these things on abortion. - What?

What do you really
know of our problems?

You and your buddies.

To whom we must pay
so much respect.

You might have read
a lot in the books around here...

and in the Papal encyclicals...

but do you have a clue
of how a woman feels?

When she discovers that
she is pregnant...

and realizes that the child
better remain unborn.

Has a woman no rights to
decide on her life?

Rights?!

Women like that are ungrateful.

Without morals.

Ungrateful?

Evil?

You don't understand much.

And the happiness of a child?

How can an unwelcome
child become happy?

My point remains, Anna.
It is against the will of God.

What is the will of God?

Is it God's will that you and your
buddies eat your asses off?

While in other countries people
and children are starving?

Because they had to listen to you?
Is that the will of God?

I'm going upstairs. I'm tired.

Sleep well.

Road service. Can I help you?

They have ruined my bb..bb..b..bike...

two mmm...men.
- What have they done, sir?

Well, here on the bridge... my bbb...bike

Like this!

Didn't you drink too much, sir?

Me... ddd..drunk?

What's your number sir?

- Landline?
- No, your post!

- Your post?
- Don't be funny.

Scumbag!

You will always stay with me?

Forever. I will never leave you.

Never?

Promise me.

I will promise.
I will do anything for you.

I love you.

I love you too.

Such beautiful hands.

Your brown eyes are wonderful.

I feel happy.

Me too.

What else do we need?

No, we have everything.

So we don't need to marry, get kids...
no need for it anymore.

If we really love each other, that is.

You are right.
We stay here.

And I quit my job.

We stop eating.

If the doorbell rings,
we won't open up.

No need to get old anymore.

We need nothing.

What are we to do?

We'll just stay here.
We will love each other forever.

Until we die together.

What's wrong?

I just feel so good.

So why not die right away?

Maybe you're right.

- But how?
- We'll finish it together.

We love each other so much
that we should do each other a favor.

Then we will be among the happy
few who have maintained their relation.

Well said.

But how are we going to proceed?

- You start. - With a toy gun?
- It's a real gun.

Nothing better?

- Will you do it too after me?
- I promise.

Idiot, you ruined it!

It was a real gun.

You had an accident sir?

That's what you get
when you drink too much.

I have ... dd..drunk...

Here. Smell it.

What's wrong then?

Well... two ch..chaps...

...b...bike... here

dd...destro...

Yes we know these stories.
Are there any witnesses?

Not allowed to bike here by the way.
It's a highway.

Mmm..me ... bbb..bike...

So, where is mm..my... bike?

Come on. This is no job for us.

This bird is ready for the loony bin.

Hello madam.

- Hello sir. What can I do for...
- Do you have two lobster cakes for me?

Lobster cake.

Lobster cake two.

Okay. I will see if I can help you.

You should have it in your
well stocked fridgie.

I am very sorry. I don't have it.

But I might have something else
that interests you.

- Lobster cookies?
- Oh these will be appreciated.

That will be 2,60.

2,60 only.

In fact, I don't have it now.

I'm very sorry sir. Goodbye.

This will be delicious too...

Finally something ... minister
takes a little rest...

Minister continues...

Keep straight so the
cookies won't break.

Hey auntie Bep. Just in time.
We were about to close shop.

- What do you like?
- A half cross-baked brown American.

- Cut?
- Oh yes.

- Long may he live -

- Isn't it beautiful?
- Marvelous. You're smart, darling.

Sad that it says 'Long may he live'.

I would have liked this cake.

I would have given it to you.

But someone ordered it.

- How much again?
- 80.

- Here you are.
- Thanks. Have a nice weekend.

Are you going anywhere?

No, we have had a busy week.
We will take it easy.

You'll get stuck in traffic
anyway nowadays.

Something for on the road.

Jesus. What is this?
Did I ask for this?!

Schmuck!

What kind of a film director are you?

Here. You were supposed to make this,
according to our agreement!

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS

What did you do with my money?

You have robbed me. By the way, where
is that commandment: do not steal?!

What are you doing, mr. Meier?
I think you don't understand...

I don't understand?! I am the producer
who told you to make a classic movie!

What have I to do with
that fucking baker.

Stop the projector!

The credits will follow.
Your name.

Credits?! I don't give a shit.

You still smell.

Goodbye!

God damn it!

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