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A little more.

Alright like this? -Yes.

Good night, son. -Good night, Dad.

Can you put my hand in there? -Sure.

Alright like that? Need any help? -No, I'm fine.

Good night.

This is a Cotes du Rhone Domaine Rouge Garance.

A Blend of Syrah, Grenache and Mourvedre.

'Terre de Vins' gave it 17 out of 20.

Complex.

Dark berries ... and?

A touch of cassis.

And its structure?

Very attractive structure.

A subtle nose, With a lovely consistence.

Pouty in the mouth.

Are the tannins pronounced?

Two tannins. Very pronounced, yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, would you take your places? Thank you.

Welcome Mr. Durant, the importer ...

Hey, guys.

How was it in, ah ... -Cadzand?

The same shitty bungalow, same sea, same seagulls as last year.

And the year before, and before that. Come, I got something to tell you.

We won't stay and listen? -This can't wait, Joseph.

Come.

Here? -Yes.

Got it in Cadzand from Kurt a German biker. Lost both legs in an accident.

'El Cielo, Club Selecta'.

A Luxury brothel, for people like us.

And not a dump, Kurt said. Some beautiful women.

Penelope Cruz is nothing, next to them.

And about the sex, Kurt went insane with pleasure.

He knows what he's talking about, he had tons of women before his accident.

Should we be happy for Kurt? -He's taking the piss.

I want us to go there, together!

To Spain? -To Punta del Mar.

To do what? - Joseph, what do you think?

You ever had a woman, Joseph? -As many as you.

I mean, look at us now, "The Three Mongols".

All three virgins. -It's not realistic, dude.

Why not?

Us, in Spain?!

Why not?

Philip, why not?! I won't ask my parents to drive me to a brothel in Spain!

I never said anything about parents.

My mother dreams of going to Spain.

No ! Us three together. Like big boys.

Philip, you must be stoned, dude. Really.

Come on.

I'm tired of waiting, Lars. To make do with skin flicks.

I want to know how a woman's body feels.

I want sex! I want fucking!

Yoni, come and help. -I'm busy.

Now, Yoni.

You can dry the dishes. -Can't Lars do it?

Lars is tired. - Tired when it suits him.

See, he's laughing at me!

Joseph, see you tomorrow. -Roger.

So, ... learning Spanish? -No, it's a nature documentary.

Of course ...

Fuck! Would it bother you to knock, Yoni?

Oh, yeah? Would it bother you to dry the dishes?

Nice pictures.

Shouldn't you be asleep? Go to bed.

You have a visitor!

Am I interrupting? -Hold on, I'n just finishing.

I've been thinking about ..

your 'El Cielo'.

Joseph's here too.

Lars? -Yes?

Joseph, I think Lars wants to ask you something.

Will you take us to Spain?

Joseph, not waiting for your mom?

My mother will certainly agree.

Well, what are we doing there?

An 'important' meeting! You're making us curious.

The thing is ..

Lars, Joseph and I want to ..

go on a trip together.

How nice!

We've never done it, but with all three families, it's doable.

The first two weeks of August, then. That's best.

No, I'll be in Dubai. - Send Frank.

Frank? Come on, you're not serious!

There's a misunderstanding.

Our intention is that the three of us travel. Alone.

And soon.

Like big boys.

Where to?

The wine tasting circuit.

A few chateaux in France ...

then to La Rioja in Spain.

That far away?

Then a few days in a broth.. er.. bungalow on the coast.

Can't one of us go with you?

Mom, the idea is to go without parents.

We know you love us and want to take care of us.

But for once we dream ..

to fly with our own wings.

You'll need nursing care.

For that we'll hire a nurse, who can also be our driver.

They don't want me to drive. I understand.

It's not so easy for you, Lars.

I know but it's what I want. To go on holiday with my pals.

We'll arrange everything in advance, to the last detail.

Itinerary, hotels, bungalows in France and Spain.

- And how long will it take? - One week.

Ten days.

About a week.

I don't know, boys. Really, no...

They have to do this.

If they find a good guide, they must live their dream.

A nurse could take over for a few days.

And we'll help each other out. Lars' condition could quickly worsen.

I never asked for much since ...

I really want to do this.

If the doctor agrees.

Then, we can ?

Yes.

- Mom? - Apparently.

Serious?

Great!

My mother will also be happy.

But we want to speak to the nurse.

And veto power. -Naturally.

And a detailed itinerary. -Hour by hour.

And you call home every day.

We all have portables.

Well, they've convinced us.

To Spain, then.

A Minibus for 3 people? For how long?

15 days, maximum. -2 Weeks ...

I'll check and call you back.

Would you like a price quote? -That would be nice.

Which is to be refunded. Very well, I've marked it down.

Joseph we're going to eat! -Yeah.

In order to complicate your choice.

Look in the printer.

The hotel reservations.

- First stop: Paris. - Classy, hey?

Thank you.

First of all, it's fantastic, what you three are doing.

I'll be happy to assist you.

Have you done it before?

I've been a nurse since I was 23.

I assisted and transported the less-abled for 20 years for the same insurance plan.

Yes but going off on a trip like this, did you ..

Italy, Morocco, twice to Germany.

Lourdes ... 8 times.

And with people less fit than them.

No, there's nothing like a trip!

Spinning around within the same four walls, that's no good for anyone.

Anyone want to see the minivan?

Me!

Hydraulic lift, safety brake, cutting edge modern.

Integrated GPS, and not only for me.

From home you can follow us, up to the meter.

And they won't get bored:

Fridge, DVD, video games. Everything you need.

So, what do you think?

I think I want to go along. -No, no!

- They're lucky to have you. - Did you hear that?

- Hear that? - Yeah, yeah.

Lars?

The doctor said the tumor is aggressive and growing fast.

Can you feel it?

No, same as usual.

Will the paralysis worsen?

I don't know.

Sorry, guys.

Hard luck, Lars.

It 's not your fault.

- Go. Just the two of you. -Without you? Don't be silly!

Joseph, can you cancel Theo? -I'll cancel the bungalow.

I'll take care of the Paris hotel. - Paris?

Yes, Paris was our first stop. Supposed to be a surprise.

Paris? You're kidding? It doesn't matter anymore.

I think it matters.

- How so? - This trip is important.

What do you think I should do?

I'm dying. I can't help that.

But until then, I'm going to do what I want.

One: I will go to El Cielo.

Two: I will not die a virgin.

- Three: sex can cure cancer. - Seriously?

Are you serious, hey?

I've never been so serious, dude.

- I feel super fine. - Your folks won't let you go.

That's why mum's the word.

Once we're gone, what can they do?

I don't know, Lars.

Can you refuse the last wish of a dying man?

- It's not that... - Of course not.

Do you agree?

It'll be really hard, but ...

I wanna friggin' try.

Good.

So, agreed?

OK, fine, dude. It's good ...

Joseph... it's not you I wanna fuck.

Theo, here! -Hello Theo, it's Philip.

-And Joseph. -Hey, guys.

I've heard the news. Too bad about Lars.

-I really wanted this trip. - The trip is still on, Theo!

I just spoke to his father, it's a secret, but we're going!

Lars dreams about it, and so do we. We'd like you to come along.

- Oh, wait a minute, boys! - We need you.

And your minibus.

But I have a family, guys. I can't 'risk it, even if...

You really can't?

No, guys, I can't.

Maybe I know someone. Wait ...

I need to make a call, and I'll get back to you.

Theo? You're in luck, it's arranged!

- Really? - An ex colleague has a minibus ..

.. qualifications, experience. I already filled him in.

Super, Theo! Claude will e-mail you.

Theo you made us, and Lars so happy!

Hello. -We're here to ... -To cheer up Lars.

I got an email from Claude with his terms.

Ah, yes... turn it.

On the back.

Weekly rate, 1,050 euros 50 % in advance.

40 cents per km. And a daily allowance ...

What for? -Food and drink.

75 euros per day. -Per day?

- Not cheap is he! - I said it was alright.

Alright Joseph. We won't quibble over the price.

What's the point of saving up, otherwise?

When do we leave?

Claude will pick us up, at the square Sunday morning at seven.

There's a problem. I can get there, but I can't pack my suitcase.

Tell us what you need and we'll bring it for you.

I can't go around in your clothes!

I have an idea.

- What? -You stretch everything out of shape, Joseph.

No, we're the same size. I'll get the rest tomorrow.

-Joseph? -Yes

You're not staying to eat? -No, my mother cooked.

Joseph needs to go home, he caught a chill.

Damn!

Yoni, I told you a thousand times to knock before you enter!

What? -Is it true you're gonna die?

That's not news.

When?

A few weeks, months, years. They don't know.

I don't want to argue with you any more.

I'm going to make that trip. With Joseph and Philip.

But Mom and Dad ... -They wouldn't agree. I know.

But we'll go anyway. -Me too.

Silly, that's impossible. -Then I'll tell Mom and Dad everything.

Damn, Yoni, I thought you said... -I didn't say I wasn't gonna tease you.

Can I help you?

Yes, there is a suitcase in the garage. I can't reach it.

Would you run some errands?

I'll give you some money.

Condoms?

For Joseph.

I've done the little hedge. I'll finish tomorrow.

Thank you, Roger. See you tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Joseph!

Ma, why don't you go on a trip?

With Roger? -What are you talking about?

A trip would do you good, no?

And who'll take care of you? -Myself.

I've always taken care of you. - Still, it would do you good.

When I watch the news on TV..

What Ma? -Sorry.

... nothing but disasters.

Earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions ...

Mom, please? - Sorry.

Really !

Come on, Philip. -Tell me if you'd rather watch TV.

Look Philip ...

Shall I put you in bed, Philip? -Leave me alone.

You can't sleep in your chair. -I want to be alone.

Please. -Mom, I want to be alone.

Fine, goodnight.

Good night, Mom.

"SORRY ABOUT YESTERDAY" "I DIDN'T MEAN IT"

"MUST DO THIS" "DON'T WORRY"

"MA, GONE TRAVELING SEE YOU IN ABOUT 2 WEEKS"

It's all there.

Could't find a more suitable case? -This way you'll think of me.

I'm not going to cry.

See? I didn't cry.

Your favorite color?

Where is Joseph? -He's coming.

Joseph! Joseph, here!

Are we all here? -Yes

And Claude? -He'll come.

Did you get my clothes? - Yeah.

I brought everything.

You're sure of the meeting place? - Yeah.

Date, time, place. In minute detail. And e-mail confirmation.

He's from Brussels, doesn't know the area.

Lars, hurry up.

Dad is still sleeping. -He puts in long hours.

Does that surprise you?

You always defend him. I wanna be sick too. - Come, Yoni!

Sorry.

Can't you call him?

I don't have his number. I did everything by e-mail.

Not too smart - not asking for the number. -Is that him?

Is that Claude?

Yeah, that's Claude.

Philip? -That's me.

FREN: I'm Claude.

It's a woman. We're not going to a brothel with a woman!

A woman? That explains the high voice.

What do you suggest - cancel everything? -Of course not.

Is she pretty?

And you didn't notice? - Not by e-mail, no!

FREN: You first.

It's Theo who recommended her!

Is she pretty, Philip?

FREN: At the end, on the left.

FREN: Now, you.

FREN: You want me to help?

FREN: Come with me.

FREN: Careful, there's a step.

FREN: I'm Joseph.

FREN: Did Theo explain about the advance?

What's she saying? -Her advance.

ln the pocket. With the schedule. - Give her that too.

Let's go.

C'est pas le chemin plus court -What's she saying?

That's not the shortest route.

It's the route we chose. You speak Flemish?

Do you speak Flemish? Parlez Flamand?

No.

FREN: No Flemish.

Same old story. They want our money, but to speak Flemish ...

Under the circumstances it's just as well.

Let's go then, we already lost enough time. Avanti!(Go on)

Liesbeth, here. Yes, An?

I haven't seen him, but I'll ask Lars.

Yoni, go ask Lars where Philip is?

What?! What does it say on his monitor?

What?

Strange ...

Lars says Philip's at the museum. -He went to the museum.

Which museum?

Wait.

They want to know which museum.

An wants to talk to Lars. -He's asleep.

Come on, stop it, Yoni.

Lars?

Yoni, what's going on?

Fuckin' hell ! Philip, this is a wreck!

We'd be lucky to even reach the border in this.

It's done, guys.

We're off!

#We're almost there ... Almost there, but not quite!

Just a moment.

There's a note.

"Mom, I'm traveling. See you in about 2 weeks"

He's gone.

Fuck, my parents ...

My mother ... - Turn it off.

And mine too. In my pants pocket.

Throw them away.

What?

Out the window. -Do you know what it cost?

In the name of freedom. Total freedom.

Go on Joseph, throw them out.

Go.

Really ! Darn !

Lars, it's for freedom.

When did they leave? Tonight?

Come on, Yoni. It's not funny, young lady!

They took that trip ?

To Spain.

'Not' to Spain?

They're going to Oslo.

Geert, where are you?

See anything?

Geert. Aww, fuck! I gotta hang up!

Yeah, yeah, neat trick, guy! I see it.

A worthwhile detour. -Check out the sea.

Hah, "La mer" !

Next the Mediterranean Sea.

Oh man, I can't wait! The beach, palm trees, dolphins!

Dolphins?

FREN: Should I stop? -Are you okay?

You OK, Lars?

FREN: -Lars, want me to stop?

Shut up and drive. That's what we pay you for!

She doesn't speak a word of Flemish.

Traffic Police. You know why we're stopping you?

She's not very sociable

So, is she pretty or not?

Consider yourself lucky to be visually impaired.

So, a dog, then? -I didn't say that, Joseph.

What is your definition of 'pretty'?

Kinda like a sea cow(manatee)

..disguised as a gorilla.

A mix of the two. - If you like that sort of thing.

Chicklet?

FREN: No, thank you. -It's sugar free.

We're in Paris. What's the Hotel address? -One moment please.

Phillip, the Hotel? We're coming in to Paris.

Hotel Dauphine Saint Germain, Rue Dauphine.

That's the hotel we booked. -No Lars, we did't book it.

That 's the hotel from our parents' itinerary! - Shit!

You didn't think of that ?! -I had other worries!

They'll be waiting for us. -No doubt.

FREN: Where should I go? -Not to Paris!

Sorry guys. No big deal, we'll come another time.

Exactly, we'll come back.

FREN: Do we take the Versailles exit, or what?

Versailles? That's better than Paris.

What's good enough for Marie Antoinette, is good enough for us.

Tell her to find us a fancy place.

FREN: Something 'chic' and 'sympathique'.

This is where we sleep?

God knows what her definition of 'chic' is.

FREN: Fine, I`ll drop you here.

Ahh!

FREN: Philip, can you give me my daily allowance?

Tell her I'll pay for her room. FREN: -He'll pay for your room.

Joseph, they need our passports.

FREN: I'd rather have my allowance and mileage.

In my wallet.

Portefeuille.

FREN: Here you go.

Is she not coming?

Mammoth-Antoinette will sleep in her carriage.

FREN: Do you want to share a room?

She asks if we want to share one room. -With her? Definitely!

Let's not do the handicapped thing. One room each.

FREN: Three rooms, please.

What do you think?

Joseph?

Alright? -Alright.

Well, Joseph? Where do we begin?

The white Burgundy, Pouilly-Fuissé, sounds good.

I'll do a blind taste test.

And then that one. -And then a-Pomerol.

Garçon, first ... -D'abord

And then ... -Ensuite ...

FREN: Excellent choice, gentlemen.

Check it out, guys. Oh my God!

What a cheapskate! -She could have sat with us.

...Or not!

No, not that!

FREN: I'll come put you to bed.

She's going to put us to bed. -No way. We can handle it.

Go ahead.

FREN: Thanks, but it's not necessary.

Imagine: the Mammoth's pussy is the last thing you see before bed

You'll never it up again!

This is your room, 158.

Hold it. You ready? -Yeah, dude.

One, two, three ...

Aww, come on!

Give me that.

Careful ... wait. Ready? -Yeah. -Gotta be quicker.

Ready? And go forward.

Come on, Joseph.

Coming to help me soon? -Yeah, directly.

This is my room. I'll give you my card, just in case.

Here you go.

Good night, man.

Above the door handle. -Yeah.

Need something in the trunk? -A T-shirt to sleep in.

Will this one do? -That's one of yours.

Huh? No problem, it's been washed.

You gotta pee, or will I lay in bed?

Joseph!

Joseph, I've fallen.

Joseph, my keycard!

Joseph, you're locked out.

Joseph, come help me! -Coming!

I'm coming. -What? You can't come in?

Damn!

Joseph, get a pass at reception.

Joseph, how long you gonna take ?

So where are my clothes? -I was sure I packed them.

Apparently not, huh? How do I look in this get-up?

I don't know, maybe I took them out without realising.

Just to fuck with me, right? -Stop, you're giving me a headache. -Idiot!

FREN: Good morning. Sleep well? -No, because I slept on the floor ...

Can we go?

FREN: Lars first. -Why?

FREN: For safety. -What if I don't want to?

Philip, stop being so fucking childish. I wanna get outta here.

Thank you.

You gotta be kidding!

Damn!

Don't touch me!

I don't need your help, alright?

What are you waiting for, stupid cow?

That's the last thing I wanna hear. Turn it off!

Off!

Off!

Philip?

I gotta pee.

We just stopped at a gas station.

I didn' have to go, then. Now I do.

Wait til the next stop. -I can't hold it.

Can you help me piss in a bottle? It's either that or stop.

Tell the Mammoth to stop, then.

FREN: I gotta pee urgently.

FREN: Come.

FREN: No one can see me?

FREN: Want me to help you? -No!

FREN: Call me when you're finished.

Take your time, Joseph. The Mammoth's delighted.

Your piss-stop earns her an extra 10 euros. -Don't shout.

What's keeping Joseph? -He's pissing gold for her!

Piss at a gas station? No! Too simple. Here she hits the jackpot.

Joseph!

Joseph!

Joseph?... OK?

FREN: Joseph, you alright?

FREN: Careful, Joseph! -I'm OK.

FREN: Be still. I got you.

FREN: I'm here. Calm down. OK, OK.

Hey, careful!

FREN: Toilet, anyone?

You alright, Joseph?

This is not really the trip of my dreams, Philip.

Merci.

Les gars, j'ai marre comme vous vous comportez comme des gosses.

-She's fed up with us behaving like kids.

Ou vous vous laissez aider j'ai été engagée pour ça- et on fait un bon voyage.

Either we let her help us, like we hired her to do, so we can have a nice trip.

Ou c'est l'enfer pour tout le monde, et vous aurait mieux fait rester chez papa et maman.

Or it's hell for everyone and we were better off staying home.

Ce serà quoi? -Which will it be?.

Tell her she's right and ... -He says you're right.

We ...

OK, I ...

I behaved like an idiot.

FREN: He says "I'm a very very very big idiot". Selfish, too.

FREN: Without consideration for others.

FREN: He laughs at them too, and that's not nice.

Does he apologize? -Do you apologize?

That, I understood, Joseph.

FREN: "I excuse me".

FREN: Me too.

I accept your apology.

Do you speak Flemish?

A bit!

FREN: Anyway... mammoth ...

FREN: mammoth in French and in Dutch - not a big stretch.

One for the road?

One for the road.

For the road.

FREN: For the road.

FREN: Come on, music, Claude!

Claude, where will we sleep tonight? I don't want to offend ...

Not again, he doesn't.

Your notion of 'chic and sympathique', doesn't jive with Lars', he said.

FREN: I got your drift. Hand me the map, Joseph.

FREN: I know a great place. Do you trust me?

Do we trust her? -Hundred percent.

Where's she taking us?

This hotel is very remote. -Where is the hotel?

Here.

Voila!

Hotel Claude.

That is really too embarassing. -No kidding!

I'm so glad I don't have to wear diapers.

Look, I ...

I wanted to say that ...

I'll never forget that you saved my life... Merci.

FREN: Set out with 3 and return with 2 ? That's not good for business.

Caca next week. -For 3 years now!

I have a confession to make.

FREN: The three of us ...

Have ... a secret.

A secret.

We're going to ...

Punta del Mar, NOT on holiday, but to go to "El Cielo".

FREN: What's that? - A brothel. For people like us.

And he tinkers about ... -Never again.

FREN: Did I shock you?

FREN: No, not at all.

I've never fu... been intimate with a woman.

Maybe you could ...

...as a nurse ...

...tell me what to watch out for.

I don't want to look ridiculous.

FREN: I think those ladies have way more experience than me.

FREN: I'm sure they'll help you gently.

FREN: So relax. There won't be any problems.

You think so?

FREN: A hundred percent.

You're not ridiculous. -Merci.

Again, merci.

Look at that!

Hey Claude, thanks. You were right.

This is a 1,000 star hotel.

Look at that!

Santé, Claude.

Skol.

Check out those stars!

Alright? -Hmm.

Shout if you need anything.

Say, Claude?

Are there bears around here? -And wolves?

Was it here, last year?... A camper was dragged from his tent?

Classic mistake. He was alone in his tent.

Ha...ha...ha. -Really, I heard it on the news.

They found him 3 months later. Half eaten. Without arms and legs.

Wouldn't make much difference to Philip.

You're just little children!

Philip?... Is that you? -How can it be Philip?

There's something walking around outside.

There is something out there! -Claude, do you hear that?

FREN: Haha! Good night, boys.

Aww, that's mean! Thank you, Claude!

Fuck man, that's cold! -I'll start with your feet, OK?

Oh, wait, wait ...

I've never been washed by anyone except my mother.

I don't know how my body will react.

FREN: I understand, Philip. It's OK.

Lars! You asshole!

Oh, my God !

FREN: Feel like taking a closer look?

But ...

FREN: Here we planted Merlot and Cabernet. This is typical Pomerol soil.

Claude!

FREN: Here we do what's called "élevage". Twelve months in barrels.(maturing)

FREN: This here - 2010 as you can read is from the field we just saw.

That's a little bit of heaven.

Come, Joseph. Let's leave Philip here.

Besjoer.(Bon jour-hello) -Besjoer. -Ciao.

Fuck! Dutch ... And it was so nice here.

This is good, huh? -Cheers.

But a container from Appie Heijn Supermarket is so much cheaper!

Asjemenou (I'll be damned) -So cheap!

FREN: Enough, guys.

FREN: What do you want?

You know what my dad says when she starts with her nonsense?

Even a train has to stop.

That babe has a beautiful pair of 'tannins' hanging down.

Apologize to her!

Or I'll bust your head.

Get your paws off him! -You want a punch in the jaw too?

Being in a wheelchair doesn't give you the right.

Apologize.

You're right, dude. Sorry.

Sorry, your bitch has saggy tits!

FREN: Leave him alone!

Hey Claude, sorry, hey. We went too far.

You saved Lars' life, too.

I want Hotel Claude tonight.

FREN: I already booked a hotel.

Go on, cancel it. Tomorrow we'll be in Spain "a bungalow.

I want a night under the stars, too. -I'll cook.

Lars cooks really well. FREN: Are you deaf or what?

FREN: Go ahead I'll bring the baggage.

Come.

She's really pissed off.

It's the fault of the Dutch. They ruined our day.

FREN: This way, gentlemen.

We get the VIP treatment. -Of course.

FREN: Please come in.

I'm a little hungry. How about you guys?

I can't even begin to say how completely irresponsible...

How did you find us?

You've had your trip. Now let's get a taxi to the airport. In a few hours we'll be home.

No.

This is not negotiable, Lars. -You need medical care.

No way! Open the door!

We proved we can do it. We got this far!

That's not the point Let's go home together.

Dad I'm gonna make a scene in the plane!

Me too. -Me too. I'll fuck up Ryanair!

Let us go. -Don't touch me!

Dad you'd better not turn it off! -Stay here

Let me go!

Turn it off! Don't be childish.

Don't treat me like one, then!

Let go, dad!

I Don't want to and I won't go. -Calm down, please.

Calm down. No need to get angry.

No need to cry over that.

Dad?

Please let me go.

Claude!

Why did you sell us out?

FREN: They got my number from Theo. I'm really sorry, I had no choice.

FREN: Good luck.

Why 'no choice"?

FREN: I've been in prison. I'm out on bail.

FREN: They threatened to call the police. If I didn't bring you here

Prison? You? Why?

Very interesting, but let go before they change their minds.

FREN: Must go. -With me?

FREN: 'Course, with you.

Okay, Claude ... prison?

FREN: I am ... I was a home care nurse.

"home care".

My husband had no job. FREN: He didn't really look.

But I never complained. FREN: I loved him.

One day I had a migraine so I went home.

My husband was on the sofa, but also on the neighbor.

FREN: So I poked him in the ass with insulin. And I left.

FREN: My husband was fat.

FREN: A Fat pig.

So fat.

He didn't die.

And I got a year in prison.

Mind blowing story ...

A poke in his ass!

I would have done the same.

Men are all bastards.

They think of only one thing.

FREN: How about we continue our journey?

713 01:14:22,520 -> 01:14:27,150 FREN: We'll make a "pee stop", drive all night long...

FREN: and tomorrow we'll be at Punta del Mar.

I'm in favour! -Me too.

I'm more in favour than anybody!

FREN: I won't sleep, okay? -Whatever you want, Joseph.

Guys!

We're here.

Are there palm trees?

Palm trees, white sand.

Is that a dolphin, Philip?

It's teeming with dolphins, Joseph.

And women? -Bodies everywhere!

And bare tits! -Kilometers of tits!

I have a surprise. Your parents canceled the bungalow.

No bungalow ... but a villa.

Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Mom.

Beautiful? -Fantastic.

Watch out, Joseph!

Swimming pool? -Yeah but you prefer open ditches.

Claude was ready for it.

I brought a swimsuit. And you? -Asshole.

FREN: We'll buy you one. And food too.

Drinks. -Suntan lotion.

I'm going inside.

FREN: You OK, Lars?

FREN: Yes. No problem.

Wass the journey too hard on him?

Look at this bar!

We'll never get him to go home, now.

I'm going to move in here!

Might as well take the left one.

Need something for El Cielo, FREN: or will you wear Joseph's clothes?

A shirt would be nice.

But, I don't know ...

Okay.

What do you think? Beautiful? -Suits you.

Lars? Is this good?

FREN: Coming. Two minutes guys -What are you buying?

Try it on to see.

We should have done this much, much earlier.

Why didn't we think of this before?

Where's Claude?

Claude?

What's happening? -She has a bathing suit.

Sexy Claude! Sexy baby! Yeah!

FREN: So, El Cielo ... when do you want to go?

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

But tonight, I wouldn't mind a stroll around Punta.

FREN: Pick you up in 3 hours.

Are not you coming, Claude?

I'm too much competition for the other women.

She is really fantastic.

Do you lose power like this -Yeah I can feel it.

You look like a fish.

It hurts my neck, I tell you.

Hey Lars, check them out.

Check ...Check them out.

Philip, you gonna follow them?

Yeah! Let's go.

Come on, Joseph. -Have you finished your drinks?

So, do you know any good restaurants around here?

Restaurant? -Yeah, good food, nice wine...

SPAN: He asked if there's a restaurant arund here to... -Oh, yes there's one...

Campini?

Over there?

Y-You would like to join us?

Yeah, join us.

No time.

SPAN: What's he saying? -If we can go with them. -Oh...

No problem.

Hi. -Where's your hat?

Gone With The Wind?

No, Lost ...

In Translation.

I bring this to a friend. Do you want to come?

Who is that? -Who? What?

Lars!

Yeah, coming!

Ah, no. I'll see you... at... the restaurant. -Where's he going?

He split with the Spanish girl.

Goddamn it!

You wanna keep waiting? I'm starved. -Selfish!

Can you believe it?

We made this trip together, especially for him.

And the first girl he meets, it's "thanks, bye and fuck off".

He must have his reasons.

What'll you order?

His reason hangs between his legs. He couldn't wait one more day!

Disgusting, to betray your friends that way.

Would you have said 'no'? -'Course, I would have said 'no'.

You and Lars come first.

I'm going to order.

next year, If I have enough money I'm gonna take my back-pack and go to Argentina.

Then go to Chile maybe.

Sounds like a wonderful trip.

Promise to send me some pictures.

I promise.

I'll give you my email a...

I'll give you my email add...

Are you OK, Lars?

It's my disease.

I'm sorry.

It's OK. I understand. Lars!

I bet half these women work at El Cielo.

Tomorrow we pay them, and we fuck them flat. What do you think?

Look at this. "No time" Fuck you, "No time"!

Quiet, Philip ... -What? Got a problem-o?

Go home. Your mother's waiting.

Lars is already there -What, alone?

Well, where's your Spanish girl?

Where is your Spanish girl, Lars?

Home.

Did she 'take care' of you?

Lars, did something happen? -No.

I don't care if something happened ...

If you prefer to be with her, no problem.

FREN: Leave him alone.

Who came to see you when you were depressed in your chair?

No soccer buddies, no girlfriend, that you could never lay.

You weren't ashamed of us, then, hey?

FREN: That's enough, now.

Friendship cuts both ways. -Philip! Shut up!... Now!

Say Claude, did you know anyone else after your fat pig?

FREN: What do you mean by 'know' ?

'Know'?...Like: sex, fucking.

FREN: What's it to you?

If there are also men in El Cielo.

If you want we can treat you to an 'Antonio Banderas'.

Or two Band Eros. -No, thanks.

Allez, let your hair down!

Sex for everyone!

The whole works! -Philp?

Yeah, I know ... shut up.

FREN: When do you want to go?

The sooner the better.

Any more questions about my sex life?... -No.

I'm ready guys.

FREN: Lars, that's enough!

Is that it? -What did you think?

I had imagined something else.

Me too. -You can't see it, Joseph?

Enough to see that your Kurt a lot of imagination.

The outsides don't matter, it's what awaits us inside.

We are friends of Kurt. -Of course, Kurt.

Drink? -What'll we drink, guys?

A Cava Rosado? (Pink Champagne) Agua para mi.(Water for me)

Mmm, delicious

That's okay.

Hello, big boy!

You're one hot babe.

All the way.

I can't understand a word, but it sounds delightful.

Hello. My name is Mariella. And you? -Joseph. -Hi, Joseph.

You alright, Lars?

Not really, no.

Lars, are you okay? -Sorry, gotta go outside.

Let's go, Lars is sick.

You're kidding ... -He's really not well.

Stay here, I pick you up later.

Feel better now?

I don't know what I had. -Stress.

Thank you.

How can you do this to me?

How can you fuck me around?

You see Claude, this is an example of a one-way friendship.

Esparanza was all over met but I came out with you.

Lars didn't do it on purpose. -He should have to take fewer pills.

What's the problem, Philip? We're in Spain. We have lots of time.

Time, Lars? 'We' have time, yes. Joseph and me.

We have all the time in the world, so a year or two doesn't matter.

I regret having brought you two.

One can't leave his mommy ... and the other's a drama queen.

You think I didn't want it? I'm dying, man!

Not you! "I'm" dying.

I don't want to die.

I've got a proposal.

Today we relax. We'll have a drink, eat.

And tomorrow we go back.

Fine forget, for a minute, your handicap.

What would you like to have done with your life?

Still, go to whores.

I'd have finished my chef training.

And opened my own restaurant.

Could we come to eat for free?

And you, Joseph?

I don't know.

Well this...what we're doing I'd like it.

With a woman beside me. -Your mother.

Why not? She sacrificed her life for me. She always dreamed of Spain.

Why would I not give her this gift?

Your perfume smells good. -Thank you.

And you, Philip?

That winery. That would be nice.

I could do it even as I am now.

Smell, taste, dont need hands for that.

Even better you can leave the dirty work to others. -You catch on.

Cuvée Philip.

I'd serve it in my restaurant. -It's a deal.

And we'd go eat there, eh, Claude? -Hey Lars! Table for three!

Three? -Yeah. You, Claude and your mom.

Say Claude, you asked us our dreams. But what about you?

But I have no handicap. -That's silly.

Your ex, that was your handicap.

That is true.

White Ass, close the door? Sister lnsuline is coming!

Good night, boys.

Joseph!

Come on, man.

I'm not going, guys. -What?

I'm not going.

We've just traveled 1500km to ... -No problem.

It's really no problem.

Lars, leave him.

It 's good.

Really.

Really? -Really.

Really ...

Joseph. -Lars take advantage of this. Take all the time you need.

I'll wait here.

OK but can I take the one you had last time? I thought she was hot.

She'll miss the guy with the thickest cock.

You filthy swine!

Are you finished?

Yes.

Claude, I ...

No ...

My heart leaps into my throat when I hear your voice.

I left Belgium, dreaming of El Cielo, the women in El Cielo ...

But here, in El Cielo, I dream of you.

In my eyes ...

you are the most beautiful woman.

Who is that?

Claude? -No, Philip.

To you.

And the best time of my life.

We'll be back next year, Lars. What do these doctors know?

Fuck the doctors! -Fuck doctors!

And fuck Ryanair!

And fuck Ryanair!

Lars?

Lars?

Hey, Lars!

Lars!

Take good care of him, huh?

I promise.

White Ass ...

Thick Dick ...

Hasta la vista!

Subtitles Corrected by AsifAkheir