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The belt stopped. It's two cases.

Can I see your ticket?

Where did you leave from? - New York.

Via London? - Yes.

WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE...

Fourteen hours on the bus.

Fourteen? - I'm gonna feel sick again.

How are you? - Fine.

Good luck.

Come here!

Don't forget to go and see Grandma. - No, I won't.

Bye.

I'm gonna miss you!

Bye, sweetheart!

BLACK KELLY

Black Kelly, you're blonde!

Great!

Long time, no see! - Three years.

On holiday? - No.

Come back here to stay? - No.

So why are you here? - To ask my mother something.

What? - I can't tell you.

Why not? - It's much too awful.

So what? Go on, tell me. - No, no, I won't.

You haven't changed a bit!

Staying for long? - Don't know.

Do you want a lift? - No.

Go on! - No, it's OK, I'll walk.

Specially to pick you up in.

Is it yours? - No, my girlfriend's.

But she lets me use it.

But you still live in New York? - Yes.

Well, in Brooklyn, it's a bit cheaper.

What do you do there? - Stuff in fashion.

Organising castings and parties.

Partied a lot myself, too.

We'll get together before you leave, eh?

Call me on my US mobile.

You at home? - Yes.

OK if I come round? - Yes, come on round.

Guess who I bumped into.

Black Kelly. I'll tell you about it later.

Hi, Mum. - Hi, Kelly. How's New York?

Aren't you home? - I'm in Germany.

What are you doing in Germany? - Johan has to be here for his work.

Great! - Come on! He really makes an effort!

Yeah, while it lasts! When are you home?

Why do you want to know? - Just asking!

What's the matter?

I might come and see you. - Wonders will never cease!

For a holiday? Or aren't things working out there?

When will you be back?!

Not for another two weeks.

Two weeks? - Yes. When are you coming over?

She's in Germany.

Could I stay with you for a bit? Just a couple of days...

She'll be back by then.

OK.

Dad?

Honey...

Kurt?

Kurt!

What happened? - I don't know.

I passed out. - How come?

Don't know. A blackout. - Just like that?

I've got a blood clot, eh? - Stop it, Kurt, it's not funny.

Sometimes you go too far.

I've got a tumour. - Stop it!

You don't believe me, then?

Honey... Go and see the doctor.

Who is she, your girlfriend? - Ingrid.

She's in Norway for a few days with her volleyball club, for a tournament.

Volleyball.

Oh no, I almost forgot!

I was supposed to go and see her grandma. Coming?

Why do you have to go and see your girlfriend's grandma?

I promised to paint her summer house.

I'm going to see how much work it is.

Hello, Frederic. - Hello, Grandma.

It's a bit big. - Grandpa sanded it all down first.

That's not just a summer house! Bloody hell!

Instead of getting someone in to do it! "No, Frederic'll do it..." Fuck!

Don't get me wrong. I do love her, my Ingrid.

And she lets me do what I like.

Apart from a couple of things, but I guess it's the same for everyone.

What doesn't she let you do? - Give her love bites on the neck.

And not laugh when she's being serious.

Is she the serious type? - She is a bit, yeah...

She's a good girl.

Shall we go and see Kurt?

OK. How is he? - Fine.

It's great, seeing him with his kid. - Has he got a kid?

Who with? - Someone you know.

Who?

Blonde Kelly.

Funny, eh?

After you, he went out with Blonde Kelly. He only falls for Kellys.

Did you hear about Patrick? - No. What about him?

He's dead.

Committed suicide.

When? - Last year.

He jumped off one of those blocks.

Do you know why?

No, I don't think anyone does.

Look who I've brought to see you!

Hello, Kurt.

Blonde Kelly... - Black Kelly.

Long time, no see! It's great to see you again!

How did you get here?

You know... by plane.

And you're running around with Frederic? - We bumped into each other.

You've lost a lot of weight.

But you look great. - Thanks.

We haven't heard much from you. - I haven't heard much from you either!

Yeah, you could be right. Are you still in New York?

Enjoying yourself? Are you gonna stay there?

Yeah.

And the two of you, an item! - Yeah, this is my husband.

It's great, here. Cosy. - Yeah, it is.

And I hear you've got a kid. - Yes. Why don't you go and get him.

Black Kelly, completely blonde!

Shush!

He's got cancer, Kurt should take him to the vet.

He stinks a bit! - Poor thing, he's having a rough time.

This is Lowie. - What a beautiful baby.

Who's a beautiful baby?! - Peek-a-boo.

Look at you! The king with the beautiful eyes. Peek-a-boo.

Would you like to hold him? - No.

You can if you like, really. - No.

Kurt junior.

Why has she come back? - She wants to ask her mother something.

What? - Dunno. She won't say.

How are you? - I've just had a blackout.

What?

Just like that. - No!

Kurt? Can you go and buy some fruit?

Some pears, but not too hard, he can't digest them.

There was something else... You had to take that parcel to the post office.

That parcel that had to be sent off.

Business isn't just buying stuff.

You have to sell stuff too. Eh, Frederic?

He's running a serious business now.

Robots, UFOs and other gadgets on the Internet.

That's the future, so they say.

I've been asked to paint a summer house.

Did you hear? To paint a summer house.

But it's huge! I've just been to see it.

It's big enough for a whole village of Yugoslavian refugees.

Incredible, and it looks like I'll have to do it all myself.

Do you want me to come and help?

Would you? - Sure.

Do you mean it? - Yeah, of course.

For a couple of days? - I'll fix with Kelly.

Fantastic!

Where is it?

At Grandma's...

Grandma's?

Ingrid's grandma.

Pig!

OK, it's enough.

You certainly let that Ingrid boss you around!

What about you? "Go and buy some pears. Go to the post office."

Kurt is a big fat lump!

I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9. - OK.

We'll go and paint your stupid bitch's stupid summer house.

No.

What?

It's OK, Kurt. It's not necessary.

Come on... - No, I don't want you to.

I tell you, I'm coming!

What? - You're acting like a kid!

Me?! I'm acting like a kid? - Do you want me to come or not?

You're a real dickhead!

I'll pick you up tomorrow at 9. - OK.

I'll just turn off the alarm.

Wow, nice apartment!

We're in the middle of packing, we're moving soon.

We're moving to Brussels. - Great view.

The kitchen.

So you're going to Brussels?

The bathroom.

And the bedroom. - Chic.

Fancy going to Brussels! You're fine here.

It's Ingrid's idea. I can work for her dad there.

What's the matter?

Kurt got me pregnant.

I only realised once I was over there. I had an abortion.

So he doesn't know? - We'd split up!

I'd just arrived and I discovered I was pregnant.

What was I supposed to do? Phone him and say,

"I'm pregnant with your kid but I'm gonna get rid of it"?

I couldn't do that!

And now I have to live with it.

I can't get it out of my mind.

I should've told him.

But now I'm gonna tell him. - I wouldn't.

No? - No.

You mustn't...

You mustn't smoke indoors, Kelly.

Let's go out onto the balcony.

Are you serious?

Stupid of me, eh?

I was stupid, starting something with Kurt.

I suppose so, but anyway...

I'll shut the door, shall I?

Hi, sweetheart. - Who's that girl you're with?

What?

Grandma said you had a girl with you.

Yeah?

Yeah, so who is she? - Black Kelly.

Black Kelly? From New York? - Yeah.

Grandma said she was blonde. - She's dyed her hair.

Why did you take her to Grandma's?

I bumped into her at the station.

I was gonna drop her off at her mum's... - And? What?

Well? - Nothing.

What's Grandma gonna think, sweetheart?

She's just an old friend from a few years ago.

She wasn't you girlfriend, was she? - No, Kurt. Kurt went out with her.

No.

Don't know.

Yeah?

I suppose you'll manage.

OK, fine, sweetheart.

I've borrowed some of Ingrid's clothes.

They lost my suitcases.

Just imagine!

You idiot, Kurt!

What are you doing here? - I just came to see you.

Hi, Dad.

I don't get it.

Fancy your father getting his own daughter to do the cleaning!

He pays me 50 euros an hour.

Did you take that parcel to the post office?

I cancelled the sale. - Business isn't just buying stuff!

Kelly? - Yes...?

How about making love? - Noooo...

Silly fool! Suppose Dad turned up.

How's your tumour?

I almost had another blackout.

Have you been to the doctor's? - I'll go later.

Kelly?

I don't really love you. - I don't love you either.

We're not open. - You are for us.

Is Nick upstairs? - Yeah.

Still in the sack, I bet.

It still stinks as bad as ever.

Aren't you supposed to be in New York?

Wasn't it fun anymore? - Have you missed me?

Of course I have! Of course I've missed you!

Are you back for good? - She needs to ask her mum something.

What do you need to ask her? - She won't say.

She won't say...

Jesus Christ, Kelly.

Did you find what you were looking for? - What was I looking for?

What? I don't know. You're the one who wanted to go to New York.

It was too small here and the sky was too low.

You wanted to try your luck over there. "My talent's not appreciated here."

What? Aren't I allowed to say that? - Yeah.

Well then.

Haven't seen you for ages, Frederic.

Hey... Missed. Missed again! There!

Don't you like it here anymore? Where have you been?

Aren't you allowed out anymore?

Right, up we get.

It's about time I got up.

It was great here yesterday, guys, but you missed it.

Fancy a drink?

One, two.

Tell me... Kelly...

When I'm talking, at the end of a sentence, I can't remember...

how I started it.

I can't... my sentence... I can't finish my...

Right, come with me.

Black Kelly...

Pass it forward, Frederic!

To me!

Don't you want a go, Kelly? - No.

No, you idiot!

Hey, don't do that!

What's up with you?

Hey, are you OK?

No, Kelly, don't! That's my last frisbee.

My last one. - Naughty frisbee.

Look. Frederic!

Stay here. Please, stay here.

What was that about a freeloader? - I'm not like that.

You always have to prove something.

I cuddle up to women and they cuddle up to me.

Women?

You were cruel, you were. Standing there waggling and shaking your arse!

We all walked around with a hard-on from here to Tokyo!

Not me. - No, not you! What's that then?

I suppose you were born like that!

That's normal for me. - Normal? Poor Ingrid!

And you never gave in, did you?

She did give in to Kurt. - She did to Kurt, yeah.

Suddenly she was going out with Kurt.

You can choose between two hunks and you go for the guy in the glasses!

Just imagine, Black Kelly and Kurt!

Still, why not? If only you hadn't dropped him like a bit of dog shit!

That was pretty hard!

Don't worry, in the end things worked out OK for Kurt.

He's got a house, a dog, a kid.

At least there's one of us who wants to stay here!

There you go.

There.

Come on.

Night night.

Night night, sweetheart.

That's my nose. Night night, Daddy's nose.

You're just panicking.

It happens to me too, sometimes. Some days I panic too.

When I think, is that all there is?

When do you get the test results? - Tomorrow.

Hello. - Hello.

We're at Nick's. Fancy coming along?

I'm not sure. - Black Kelly's here. So am I!

What about the summer house? - Hi!

That was Nick. Come on!

Go on, come over. - We won't make it late.

We'll see. - OK, bye.

He's at Nick's.

With Black Kelly and...

Go on, honey. Go and see your friends, it'll do you good.

No, I've got to think of my health.

Do you know what's causing your blackouts? Stress.

You go.

Should I?

Yeah, why not?

If you feel like it.

Want me to give you a blow job first?

Bye.

Bye. - Everything OK?

See you later.

Another one.

You should've been there. It was incredible.

You have one new message received today at 5.25.

Hi, honey. I'm gonna stay here a bit longer with the others.

I'll be home soon. Bye.

I don't love you! Bye.

To listen to...

He's nice. - He's cute.

Do you mean that?!

He's got sex appeal. - He's cute. Randy, yeah.

What's that I heard? About Ingrid giving you this big present?

Well? - What?

Ingrid's paying for three weeks' holiday in Kenya.

I'd never accept a present like that, Frederic.

You let her walk all over you.

You let her walk all over you.

Hey! I mean it!

She knew I wanted to go there and booked it without telling me.

Without telling you. - Yes, and I accepted it.

Without wondering how much it cost? - Without wondering how much it cost.

You're a right gigolo with Ingrid, aren't you.

I reckon you're screwing her mother and grandmother too!

One of those safaris, it's once in a lifetime!

I dream about it. Driving around in a jeep and all the wild animals.

Don't imagine you'll be driving the jeep yourself? You'll have a driver.

Really? - There'll be twenty other jeeps, silly.

Yeah, full of old people complaining about the food

and the heat. - And niggers who speak German.

I reckon you've got it all wrong, Frederic.

I think it'll be really boring!

Boring!? - Yeah, boring.

You could've just flown out there and rented something when you got there.

Flown to Nairobi or Mombasa.

It's much cheaper and ten times more fun.

The travel agent said it's not easy, doing that there.

Anyone would think there was nothing there but apes!

They're always trying to screw you in countries like that.

An organised trip is the easiest way.

You've just turned into a snob! - Yeah!

A snob!

Hi, sweetheart.

Grandma phoned me to ask where you were. - Don't worry. Take it easy.

What time is it? - Half past eight.

Have you been out all night? - I hung out at Nick's.

You danced with Black Kelly.

Come on, sweetheart! - I know you did.

A girl in the team used to know her

and she says she's a devious bitch.

Hey, Duracell, don't you ever stop? - No, I feel like doing something.

Sorry, but I prefer them younger. - As if I'd go for you!

If you didn't know me, and saw me sitting here,

would you still think I was too old?

Yeah. - Bastard!

No, don't. Don't! - I've got some painting to do.

Come on, Kellys, I'll drop you off. - No, stay here. We'll do something.

I've got to pick up Kurt. We have to paint a summer house.

Sorry, it's important. - Sure.

Good morning, sunshine.

It stinks in here! - Kurt, buddy!

What's that? - Fried oily fish.

You eat that first thing in the morning? - It's good for my brain.

What's up? - Nothing.

Where's Lowie? - Your mother's got him.

My dearest darling.

Go on, go to bed. - Pardon.

"Go to bed."

"Go to bed."

What's up? - OK.

OK, OK, OK, you clown! - Here we go!

That lake... When you jumped off that rock. It was high, that rock.

You jumped right onto a big fat fish! Smack!

It was a great trip, wasn't it? Great!

You did a rain dance

because a farmer was complaining that there wasn't enough rain.

Where was it again? - In the Auvergne, the Massif Central.

No, the village where we stayed. - La Godivelle.

La Godivelle...

We've still gotta go to Africa. Hitchhike to Kenya.

I'm not going to hitchhike to Africa, you lunatic!

Go and see hyenas in real life. And zebras and giraffes.

I still think we should go. Eh?

Yeah. - Well? Shall we do it?

When? - When?

Come up with a date then.

The test results don't show anything, Kurt.

Have you been under a lot of stress lately?

Are you stressed? - No.

We'll see how things go for a while. It'll sort itself out.

If you have another blackout, come back and see me. OK?

How are your wife and little Lowie?

Fine, I think. - Are you sure?

Yeah... yeah.

OK... OK.

We'll leave it at that for now. Regards to your mother.

Don't I have to take anything?

What? - Don't I have to take anything?

Any medication... - No, it's not necessary.

There's no point. Just stay calm, take things easy.

Kelly?

Kelly? - Yeah?

Sorry.

Kurt?

Yeah?

Actually, I want to tell you something. - I'd rather you didn't, Kelly.

I was pregnant with your... - Kelly, I'd rather you didn't.

I'd rather... I... I'd rather... - I had an abortion.

Go away, get out of my house, dye your hair black again, blonde's horrible.

Just go!

Hi.

Heard anything about your cases? - No.

I'm going back.

Back to New York?

Come on! - Everyone here's angry with me anyway!

They're angry with me when I leave, they're angry again when I come back.

Who's angry with you?

Do you want to know what I was going to ask my mother?

If I could go and live with her for a while.

That's not so bad. - It is, it's terrible.

Frederic.

It's so embarrassing. - No, it's not.

When's your flight? - I haven't got a ticket yet.

Stay a bit longer.

Do you think about Patrick much?

No, I made a point not to. It stuck in my mind.

Quiet.

Quick, get on your cushion.

Get on your cushion.

Sshhh! I said be quiet! - Leave him alone!

He'll wake Lowie up. When are you going to take him to the vet?

Don't put it off too long, Kurt.

Do you think he knows?

I went to the doctor's. - Well...?

It's narcolepsy.

The sleeping sickness?

That's why you get blackouts? - Yes, well, sort of.

Did he say it was serious?

It's a mild form.

Isn't it dangerous?

On the stairs... And with Lowie and things?

Can you still drive? - Yeah, of course.

Can they cure it? - Yes, it'll be alright.

I've got to take some pills. So...

My poor darling.

PHARMACY

I told him to ask, because it's stupid.

Not knowing it the same day.

Come on...

This is Kurt Bracke's voicemail...

Hi, honey. Hi, honeybun.

You're out with her again, aren't you? - What?

You're out with Black Kelly again.

That's not true. - Don't tell me I'm lying.

No, it's not true. - Isn't it? You're with her at Nick's.

Don't tell me it's not true! - What?

You're at Nick's again with Black Kelly. I want it to stop!

Have you got someone spying on me? - Spying on you?!

People phone me. Everyone's talking about it!

You're with her all the time. Jesus!

I'm at Nick's, yeah. And Emily's here, and Black Kelly.

They say I've let things go too far and I shouldn't stand for it!

Honey, she's just... - You heard me, I want it to stop!

She's just an old friend from the past I get on really well with.

It's not normal!

Yeah? - Don't fucking hang up on me!

Hey, Kelly...

Let's pretend to kiss. - Why?

For the fun of it. But no tongues.

What? Don't you dare?

Stuff that summer house up your arse and get off my case!

She should be coming Tuesday. If not, it'll be Thursday.

Then she'll phone.

Are those your pills?

Why are you doing this?

What?

Lying to me?

You're lying!

My mum takes those pills too. They're vitamin pills.

So I'm lying, am I? I'm lying?

I don't know. - I'm lying about having to take pills?

I'm lying about passing out, am I?

Yeah, I'm lying.

I lie all the time. I lie when I say I like your cooking.

When I tell you I love you. I lie about our house, our kid.

To Frederic when I say it's OK if he moves to Brussels.

To Black Kelly when I say I don't want to see her again.

I lie about everything.

My whole life is nothing but lies!

Don't run off, Kurt!

"I want another drink, another..." Randy, the barrel's empty.

"Can't you start a new barrel?" It's 9 in the morning, have a coffee.

It's the same every morning. "I'll smash your face in!"

I warned him I'd throw him out.

I hit him and he's still lying there now.

Hi, Kurt. - Hi. Where...

Hello. - Where are you? I'm at Nick's.

We're off to the Culture Club to party. - Hello, Kurt.

Who's that? - Emily.

Nick's here too. And Black Kelly. - I'm at Nick's.

We'll come and get you.

There he is.

We're off to the Culture Club to party. Come on, get in.

Don't you want to come? OK, bye.

What are you doing? You're crazy!

Hey, Kurt. - Come on, Kurt.

Go on, come with us, Kurt.

Come on, let's go.

Look at him standing there! Look at him!

Go on, Kurt. Kurt, go on, come with us.

He's gonna get angry.

Come on, Kurt, let's go.

Go on, come with us. - It's gonna be a great party.

Seriously, now. - We'll stop fucking about.

We'll stop fucking about. - We'll stop.

Be serious. - I am serious.

Come on, get in. - Fuck you.

What was that about?

What's up with him?

Come on, Kurt, don't be such a berk! We're just joking!

Why is she here?

What's the matter?

Really...

We're not really friends. Never have been.

We just pretend to be! We just pretend!

"We just pretend to be!"

A lot of blablabla but not much...

Kurt! Kurt! - Hey, that'll do!

Where were you?

Where were you when you were with her?

We didn't see you anymore either.

You're losing it, buddy!

Go to Brussels, with that stupid fucking bitch of yours!

And your stupid fucking summer house!

Hey, calm down!

Kelly?

Hello, this is Kelly, I can't... Stop it, Kurt. I can't speak to you now.

Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

He's freaking out.

Nick. - Aren't I allowed to say that?

I'm not allowed to say that either. Just gotta keep my mouth shut!

I always said that about Patrick too.

It's my fault. - What was?

What was?

So you told him?

What?

Nothing.

Nothing important.

You should have said sorry! - Sorry.

Not to me, to Kurt. - I can't.

I'm not allowed to say anything to him. - Oh, you poor thing!

What do you know?! You weren't there!

Just shut your stupid mouth. - Go and snivel in New York!

And Kurt, shouldn't we... - No.

We'd better leave him alone for a bit.

Kurt called Blonde Kelly.

He's in France, somewhere in the mountains.

What's he doing in France? - I once went there on holiday with him.

He told Blonde Kelly he didn't intend to come back.

I'm going to fetch him back.

When is your flight back? - Tomorrow evening at 8.

Thanks for letting me stay. - It's OK.

See you.

No smoking in the car!

Oh, shit!

How far is it? - 8 hours.

8 hours! Fuck! That's gonna be a problem.

Are we gonna stop for a break?

The Auvergne... Bloody Kurt!

Jesus, running away to France!

Forget my wife and child, but first I'll shoot my dog...

Come on, Nick, stop it! - The Auvergne.

Haven't you been there before? - Stop it!

I thought you'd been there with Kurt.

I was wondering something, Frederic.

If I were to run away, would you come and fetch me?

You're not the type to run away.

Yes, you're right.

I'm not taking it anymore.

It's always the same.

I arrive in Germany and to start with everything's fine

and then on the fourth or fifth day he starts ignoring me.

Yeah, but I said to him, "It's my life.

My life is mine and your life is yours." What was that?

Yes, but I told him that.

He doesn't want to, he can't...

Shall I stop? For a smoke?

No, no, just carry on.

I want to see how long I can last without one.

Who is it?

Ingrid.

Aren't you gonna answer it?

Something up? - You could say that, yeah.

So you won't be going to Kenya after all?

Or to Brussels? - I don't know.

Fuck! What were you going to do in Brussels?

Her dad's opening a branch of his wholesale business there. For caterers.

What's that then? For caterers?

Cutlery, and plates, and glasses.

Odd, I'd never imagined you doing anything like that.

Frederic, cutlery wholesaler.

But then, it's not certain you're actually gonna be one...

But Frederic, there's so much you could do with your life.

Lorry driver, for example.

Great job. On the road every day.

Though... on the other hand... it's Ionely too.

Away from home day after day.

Day after day with no love.

Christ, Kurt!

What the fuck are you doing here? - I wanted to see the lake again.

A few hours not smoking and you feel the difference immediately.

Awesome!

What did I tell you? - Fantastic!

It's warm.

No, no. - I'm going for a swim.

What do you mean, no?

No, this isn't it.

Yes, it is, Kurt. You can see it is.

No, seriously, it isn't.

You remember... It was surrounded by woodland. It was...

It was... - What's that then?

It's over that hill.

Well?

The lake's gone.

Someone pinched it, or what?

Give it back, Frederic. - I haven't got it!

It belongs to everyone. - I haven't got it.

Shall we go back to the other lake? - No, come on. We'll find it.

You're sure it was in France, guys?

It's beautiful. - Fantastic.

Fantastic...

But I don't think this is it. - Isn't it?

You're joking!

This time I'm fucking sure it's the right one.

Our tent was over there. On that patch of grass.

You two must've had a great time!

I'm going skinny-dipping!

Have you seen the cave? - What?

The cave. - Where?

There!

Ugh! No, not that!

Concentrate, Frederic.

Hi, Mum. - Kelly?

They've just dropped off two cases of yours.

At least, they've got your name on them. And this address.

Kelly?

Come on, don't start crying! - I won't. I won't. Come here.

You should run away more often!

Come on, guys! You can't be so cruel! Aren't you gonna answer that?

Excuse me. Could you tell me where the toilets are?

In there, to the right. - Thanks.

It's ringing. - Here too.

Hi. Finally... - Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, Fred.

It's not easy for me, either. It's not much fun.

I wish I were at home, sitting there, talking to you...

I know, sweetheart... - On the phone...

You know you shouldn't do it! - You act like a kid.

Can I come home? - Promise not to shoot any more dogs.

You said I shouldn't wait too long. - That's right, blame it on me.

I gave Frederic your pills to give you.

I know.

Make sure you take them.

Yeah.

I'm pleased, guys.

Everything's sorted.

Frederic's off to Kenya. You old gigolo!

Off to shoot buffalo. - What's all this about Kenya?

He's off to Kenya. A present from Ingrid. Three weeks on safari.

Why didn't you tell me?

Do I need your permission? - No, but you could've just told me.

Yeah. Yeah, that's true.

Snob.

Yeah.

This place makes you dream.

What?

Imagine having a bed and breakfast here.

In a small village. You could really take things easy.

You? - What?

Around here? There's no tourism here at all.

Someone has to be the first. - What about your bar?

We'll see...

But I mean something special. - I can imagine.

With a lounge, with armchairs, sofas along the wall.

With white sheepskin rugs. Red rugs everywhere.

Red lights! - Right, in the corner.

Yeah, where you can really chill.

It'd soon be full of young chicks again! - That's it, laugh at me!

Spending the rest of my life in a hotel... I can just imagine it!