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I can't sleep.

- And I'm so cold. - Everybody is cold.

- As if that's the worst. - It is the worst.

Just get into bed with your brother.

- And I'm hungry. - There isn't anything.

- I'm so hungry. - There isn't anything!

Jacob, are you asleep?

Move over.

- Isn't Mom coming? - No.

Come along.

Do we really have to go this far?

Not the small stuff. There are larger branches further on.

A cow.

A cow.

Dad. Jacob.

Dad.

Dad.

Marie.

Damn it.

Bastard.

Stay where you are.

- How do we get home? - Home?

Marie, he abandoned us.

Abandoned?

- Why? - Because he couldn't handle it.

Because he's a bastard.

And what about Mom?

A note from Mom.

"DearJacob and Marie. Go to uncle Ram�n in Spain.

It's warm there. He can help you out.

Love, Mom."

- Is that all? - Yes. And the address.

Spain!

As if it's round the corner.

Look. - What?

Light. - Where?

There.

Jacob, I can't go on.

- You must keep going. - Just sit for a minute.

It's freezing. If we sit down we'll fall asleep. For all eternity.

I'm so tired. I'm so hungry.

- Do you want to die? - No, something to eat.

Marie, for God's sake. Get a grip.

Help.

Help.

Help.

Donar.

It's my favorite dog you're eating.

They killed Donar.

We saw a cow in the forest.

I told you to look in the forest.

The girl is going to sleep. I've got to talk to the boy.

My wife doesn't get it from me.

The girl's asleep.

You've got to go to bed with my wife.

What did you say?

You killed Donar. You owe me something.

- Is he coming or not? - He's coming.

Get undressed.

- Get undressed. - I'm not going to.

Step out of them.

- Is it that bad, you asshole? - Come to me.

That's not the devil, but my wife.

- He's got a soft sausage. - Make it go hard.

There she is.

- Now get going. - Don't fuck him up. Or it won't work.

Oh, little boy.

Jacob, what are you doing?

- Marie, help me. - Get rid of the girl.

Do your best.

- Why is this? - The boy is doing a good deed.

Can we go now?

- Damn it! Why? I did it, didn't I? - Yes, too well.

You've got her in heat. She wants it again tomorrow.

Jacob, you can't do this. He'll never survive it.

Of course he will. At the very most he'll be unconscious.

Unconscious? If you get this in your neck, you're dead.

- He's a peasant. - So?

They're strong.

I'm not doing that witch again.

- Jesus, Jacob. - Run!

FI REPLACES

Jesus.

Give it to me.

- No, I'm going to throw it away. - What? Are you mad? Give it to me.

- I don't want a revolver. - It's a pistol.

I don't want a pistol.

Jacob, we're going to look for work tomorrow. We don't need a pistol.

A moped.

A moped? I'm hungry.

Isn't Coby around?

We don't know any Coby.

- This is Coby's spot. - She's dead.

She was taken away yesterday.

Goddamn it.

What do you wish, Sir?

Bit of pulling off, bit of a blow job.

I can do that all right.

- No messing about. - Fifty.

Twenty.

Well, how long do I have to wait?

Put all your money on the bed.

My money's in my trouser pocket, and my trousers are at my ankles.

So?

- So I'll have to bend over. - Slowly.

Is he dead?

Yes.

That doesn't mean anything. A mirror over his mouth.

A mirror?

- If he's alive, it steams over. - You got a mirror?

No.

There is a mirror.

It doesn't work. We've got to get away.

- Help me. - My God.

- He's dead. - I told you so.

Jesus, a tenner.

Damn it, Jacob. Killed someone for a tenner.

Not on purpose.

Jacob, let's go to an official body.

There are official bodies where you can get a bath and clean clothes.

There are bodies that help people, aren't there?

- Where are we going? - Spain.

Look over there. See what we look like?

- We can't go to uncle Ram�n like that. - Why not?

- He's our uncle. We can explain. - I'm not going to.

- We'll have to. - No problem to you, but to me it is.

Don't make it difficult.

- Marie, please. - I don't want to look like this.

- I want a bath and new clothes. - You can't. We haven't got anything.

Yes, a tenner.

Marie, it's not going to work.

Support me.

I'm nervous, I dread it, but I'm going to do it.

Bastard.

- Marie, forget about it. - Let go of me.

Give me your clothes.

I can't.

You've got to. Off with your clothes.

- Clothes off or I'll shoot. - I've got to go to a funeral.

I don't care. Take your clothes off!

No.

Do you want to die?

Please, please. No, please.

You count till fifty, and then you can get out.

Understood?

Count. One, two, three -

One, two, three, four-

Are you still angry?

Come here.

Get out.

The house rule is ten minutes.

Ram�n who?

Ram�n Casero.

He is dead.

- Dead? - Dead.

- How long? - Ayear.

- Are you aunt Pilar? - What?

- Are you Ram�n's wife? - Ram�n's wife is dead as well.

- Dead as well? - Dead as well.

- Both dead? - Are you deaf?

- How? - What how?

- Died how? - An accident.

Ram�n Casero was a jerk.

- He was our uncle. - UncleJerk.

Can I have some money?

- What are you going to do? - Buy a roll.

- Want one as well? - No.

Sir.

Jacob, you found it.

My brother, Jacob.

I'm Diego.

Your sister didn't come with me easily. I really had to do my best.

If you've been worried, it's my fault. Would you like a drink?

- Yes, please. - Wine?

- Yes, a glass of wine, please. - Do sit down, please.

- You were suddenly gone. - I left an address, didn't I?

- Why didn't you wait? - We did. But you didn't turn up.

But now you're here.

Cheers.

He is a surgeon.

And what are you?

I am nothing.

Do come in.

Luis. And Sofia.

Marie, please sit down.

Jacob, over there.

Very well. Let's sit down.

My sister, Teresa.

Gazpacho. This is all to go into the gazpacho.

In Holland it's cold and the soup is hot.

In Spain it's hot and the soup is cold.

Teresa is not very well.

Luis.

What's wrong with her?

She is ill.

Jesus Christ.

What's that stuff called?

Carlos Primero.

- How's your head? - Bad.

Carlos Primero. Friend and demon.

What's the idea?

What's the idea?

Do you mind if we speak Dutch for a moment?

Are you in love with that dickhead?

- Is he suddenly a dickhead? - Yes. Strange, eh?

What a funny language you're speaking.

Sickhead?

No. Dickhead.

- Dickhead. - Yes.

I am a dickhead.

- Stop it. - I am a dickhead.

Very good.

I have to go.

If there's anything you need, ask Luis.

I am a dickhead.

- What happens next? - What do you mean?

Jesus, Marie.

- What's going to happen next? - How should I know?

How stupid.

- Come on, we're off. - What?

You heard me. I can't bear to see it. It makes me sick.

- Let me go. - Marie, please.

Let's go. This is a mistake.

- We don't belong here. - We? You don't belong here.

- What? - Go away if you don't like it.

I've got a husband.

A husband? He's a creep. He's a no-good.

Buzz off. Go away.

Go away!

What's going on? What did he say?

Nothing. We were quarreling.

- What about? - Nothing special.

What about?

What about?

Something in the past.

I'm warning you.

She may be your sister, but she's my wife.

My wife.

You understand?

The boy is a nuisance.

- Did you hear me? - Yes.

A nuisance.

Everything will turn out all right.

My way.

What's up with you? It's a dance, you jerk. A dance.

Amusement. To cheer you up.

That's no way to treat a woman.

I'm sorry.

Goddamn it. Are all Dutchmen like that?

I'm going to bed.

- How long are you going to wait? - What did you say?

I'm asking how long you are going to wait.

What's behind that door?

Good morning, madam Marie.

That's what we've got a bathroom for.

Are you going to beautify yourself?

My visitors will be here in half an hour.

Yes.

Marie, it's very important to me.

I prefer shooting birds.

A bird, floating in the sky,

that seems to weigh nothing.

One shot turns it into something heavy

that falls down to earth.

Lfind that beautiful.

And what I like best of all -

You're not allowed to listen.

Best of all I like seagulls.

They hang so motionless in the air. That's nice to shoot at.

Disgusting.

She's from Holland. They love animals over there.

I've heard they even do it with animals there.

Don Felipe...

- Have you thought about my proposal? - Hello.

Sofia, don't be so silly.

I'm Jacob, Marie's brother.

- And this is Sofia. - We do know Sofia.

Luis, something to drink.

Perhaps it's wise for Sofia to go to bed. She has to get up early.

Is Sofia not getting a glass?

Sofia is tired, Jacob.

A glass for Sofia.

To the Spanish oppression.

Off to bed now, Sofia.

What's the problem?

- We have guests, Jacob. - Yes.

Don't you wish to understand?

Jacob, can I go to bed now?

- Why? - Please.

All right.

- Sleep well. - Sleep well.

Sofia is one of the servants.

And the servants aren't supposed to mix with the guests?

Exactly.

I see a dog there. Is he allowed to mix with the guests?

He's not one of the servants.

To the Middle Ages.

Leave this room immediately.

Goddamn it. You got shit up your ears? You drunken pig.

Get up and get out!

Just an incident.

The Dutch.

The moment has come, don't you think?

The boy deserves it, Diego.

Help me.

I'll help you.

Good morning, Mr. Jacob.

Why has Sofia left?

- She wanted to go back home. - Why?

Homesick.

You should go and see Marie. She's ill.

- Ill? - A touch of flu.

Marie, wake up.

She doesn't wake up.

You bastard.

Good morning, darling.

- I feel all funny. - You've slept a long time.

- Where is Jacob? - He has left.

- How do you know? - Because his moped is gone.

- I'll go and look in his room. - Wait, Marie. Sit down.

You have to eat something. Luis can go and look in his room.

I'll go and look myself.

Let Luis have a look.

- I'll look myself. - Luis is going.

- I'll look myself. - For God's sake, Marie. He's gone.

- What's going on, Luis? - Nothing.

What are you going to do?

Look in Sofia's room.

There's no one in there.

Don Diego!

Where is Jacob?

Madam.

Luis, where is Jacob?

Where is Jacob?

Tell me, please.

Just tell me if he is still alive.

Please, Luis.

Tell me, Luis.

Everything is going well.

How do you feel?

So-so.

- Where is Jacob? - Far away.

Is he dead?

Yes.

And what are you going to do with Marie?

- She's got to die. - Don't talk.

Do you want to keep her locked up forever?

Put her to sleep peacefully.

Jesus, Jacob.

Wake up, wake up. Wake up!

Jacob, wake up.

Quickly. We've got to get away.

Drive, please.

Please.

Hurry!

What did he do, Jacob?

What do you think he did?

Your husband. I only have one kidney left.

Because I tried to rescue you.

Jesus, Jacob.

"Jesus, Jacob." That's a big help.

Faster, Jacob.

Faster!

Jacob, please.

What are you doing?

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Say that it was a mistake, with that shit Diego.

- Say that it was a mistake. - It was a mistake.

- I can't hear you. - It was a mistake!

Come closer to me.

You mustn't act like that.

Lie down. Lie down.

Jesus, Jacob.

We must put alcohol on it. That disinfects. Stay where you are.

- That's not alcohol. - It has alcohol in it. It says: 14%.

- That's eggnog, Marie. - There is nothing else.

The date. Look at the sell-by date.

Goddamn it, Marie. 1986.

These dates always have a margin.

The windshield wipers liquid.

Under the hood.

Jacob, this is going to hurt.

It's not going well.

It's okay.

I'm going to die, Marie.

What makes you say that?

Just have a nice sleep.

I'm so thirsty.

WHITE BEANS

You've got to eat something.

You've got flu.

- Are you ill? - Yes.

When you're better we've got to leave.

Come along.

- Is that necessary? - Yes, that's necessary.

- It's itching. - That's a good sign.

That's enough.

I'm going to go for a ride.

- Now? - Yes.

Better not go too far.

It went all right at first and then he started to rear up as if in a fright.

- Did you see somebody? - No.

Jacob, wake up. Wake up.

I want to leave. We're leaving.

Hey, calm down. What's happening?

- He's dead, that's all. - Jacob, let's go.

- Marie, he died, that's all. - But how?

- From old age. Or a disease. - I don't like it here anymore.

Oh, God.

- Jacob, you've got to find the donkey. - Now?

- The donkey can look after itself. - Please?

There's nothing wrong. It's windy, that's all.

Would you please find him?

Marie, this could be a shock.

I've seen Diego.

He's on his way here. He's probably already here.

- No, impossible. - It was him. With a gun.

- We're leaving. - We can't.

You can't just go outside. Why do you think he's here?

- How should I know? - He's coming to get his wife, got it?

You are his wife.

And he's here to kill me. That's why he's come.

Jacob, that's useless.

Can't we leave?

Diego!

What do you want?

Don't I get a kiss?

I want you to leave.

I will be leaving.

But with you.

Where is Jacob?

Why isn't he dying?

- Damn it. - Quiet.

Under the veranda.

Couple of idiots. Who'd have a donkey in the house?

The Dutch. Do you know what kind of pets they keep in Holland?

Monkeys, snakes, pigs.

They just lie in the living room, in front of the television.

I want to go home.