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STRONGHOLD

We're closed.

You're not going to give me a hard time, are you?

Right or left? -Right. Into the jungle.

Wounded tigers always do that.

MILITARY EXERCISE AREA STRONGHOLD

Is Hugo awake yet?

And Lisa?

It's the same story every morning.

Lisa, eggs.

Speak your own language, damnit.

Get out of bed.

Breakfast in 5 minutes.

And turn that thing off.

Turn that thing off.

The news is coming up. -Turn it down and come to table.

We pray first.

We still pray here.

Shut up and listen.

I said shut up and that includes your trap.

Sit down or we'll have to bury you.

Your chair for my friend. Your chair.

Fun no? Guests for a couple of days.

My friend's holding a 9MM parabellum.

They create holes I can swim in.

Yes.

Deleye speaking.

No, he won't be in today.

Ill. I don't know. Just ill.

Have you got pyjamas? -Py... pyjamas?

Py... pyjamas, yes

Put on your pyjamas and go to bed.

Look. Look what I have here.

An afterbirth. -That's Ruben.

Are you his mother? -No, she is.

And the father?

You? -I'm her brother.

Who cares who your parents are?

But I do need to know whether the bastard will be coming over.

Poor thing. A whore as a mother and no daddy. Do you want him?

Make sure nobody gets in our way while we're here.

Or else...

And that would be messy.

If anything happens to the child... -It'll be your fault.

What's your name? -Lisa.

Good, sister. Follow the doctor.

Charlie Six, this is Six. All quiet, no one in sight.

Zero, this is Six. Get ready.

Come on, little sister. You can faint in your own time.

Go on, sit on him.

And hold his shoulders.

Not like that. Like this.

No, that's not for us.

It's an exercise.

War? Playing war?

Here, in your garden?

Jim.

What's that noise?

It's an exercise. Wait until someone starts shooting.

They'll shit themselves.

Good morning.

How is he? -Who?

Klipsteen. -Why?

Gangsters at his house.

While I'm here, nobody needs to be afraid.

HQ to sheriff, over. HQ to sheriff, over.

The telex came in. -Read it to me, doll.

Robbery of illegal casino near Breda.

Loot: 600,000 guilders. How much is that in francs, over?

A ranch in Texas, a swimming pool for you and a cattle herd for me.

Armed and dangerous. Armed and dangerous?

Drove off in a dark blue Mercedes. License plate: FT-41-BE.

Repeat that license plate. -FT-41-BE.

Damn.

Bloody car.

Damned kid. -Don't curse, Klipsteen.

Help me instead, damnit.

That kid's never ill and now he lets me down.

I'm not here. -He's not here.

Who's letting you down? -Hugo.

Ill? -So they say.

Who? -Who do you think?

'Where's your son', I asked. He said 'Ill' and hung up right away.

What does he look like? -I already told you last night.

Black suit? -Yes, black suit.

Forty years old? -Something like that.

And the other one, coloured?

Coloured?

I don't know. He stayed in the car.

He just stayed in the car.

Wounded? -No, I'm fine.

Not you, the other guy.

The other one.

I don't know. Anything's possible.

Suppose you're hurt and you can't go to a doctor. Where would you hide?

In this area?

There's nothing here. The forest, maybe. Or Stronghold.

No, Deleye would shoot you straight off his property.

Did you listen to the news? Turn that thing off.

They stole ten million francs. Ten million.

Where? -In Holland.

Some kind of gambling den. Shots were fired.

Not too much or it goes soggy.

Lick it up. -That was Ruben's food.

Give him a breast and give me the other one.

Where's your stud? Well?

In my brother's room.

We have no future. You talk too much.

Did you call them? Never heard of the police?

Those asses that get you when you run a red light. Well?

My friend and I always run all the red lights. Understand?

No. -No?

But they're coming. How is that possible?

I don't know.

I'll think of something. -I hope so for you.

And for the little one.

Dalsum?

Are you here for me?

Not if you've got nothing to hide.

Coffee or something else? -Coffee and something else.

And I wanted to say hello to Sybil.

You can do that here.

You know where the bottle is. -Look.

Was walking around freely.

I'm still looking for two rats. One with a bullet in its body.

Rats? What rats?

Gangsters, Deleye. Dangerous gangsters.

Sybil.

How are you? -Good.

And the children? -Good too.

But I heard Hugo's ill. -Yes.

What's wrong with him? -Flu.

Here. -Give the little one a hug for me, ok?

Deleye, assume you steal ten million francs in Holland....

...and then you get stuck here. What would you do?

With ten million? -I don't care about the money.

I want to know the hiding place. -I know a hundred of them.

Exactly.

Want me to list them all? -No, just the one.

The one I'm not thinking of.

The love bunker.

The love bunker.

Even if you don't have a permit, you still have to look after it.

Or it'll rust.

Execution postponed.

But the verdict stands. -Jimmie.

You're a great surgeon. -Wait until you get the bill.

Have you been friends for long?

His name's Jim. Call me Charlie.

What if I walk out the door? -That would be very stupid.

We'll be gone tomorrow.

Or the day after at the latest.

Where to?

As far away as possible.

I have my own country.

Doesn't that drive you nuts?

I'd rip off the army and move.

This is my land.

Some cowards live all their lives on toxic waste.

Is this your car?

And? Does it work? -Why?

I'm asking the questions here. -Oh yeah?

Or else I'll get that dried out bitch of yours...

...and fuck her until she softly starts to talk.

One more time. Does this rust bucket work?

Too expensive. A guzzler. -Not broken?

I think there's a lot wrong with it. -I'll do the thinking.

Let's see what your son says.

How are you going to prepare that? -Leave that up to me.

Hello, gentlemen.

Did you poach that rabbit? -No, sir.

It was already dead. -Got caught in a trap.

And I said gotcha. -Is that what you said?

Isn't that allowed?

Is this where you hang out? -Everybody goes here.

Every patrol. -To sleep.

Can we keep the rabbit?

I'm looking for a dark blue Mercedes. -A dark blue Mercedes.

Seen it? -No, nothing. No.

Enjoy.

Who was that? The cowboy? -The town cop.

What's wrong? -Nothing, sir.

What did you want to ask? -Nothing, sir.

Not about your hourly rate and coffee breaks again?

No, sir. -Why are you standing there then?

It's a tiny job. -What?

And then it'll run fine again?

Yes, it'll run...

To your room. We have company.

What's wrong? -First the cops, now the cavalry.

They're not here for you, but for Lisa.

Is she a soldier's whore as well?

I'll make you eat your words.

Get those whore-hoppers out of here.

Or I'll stuff a skinned baby down your throat.

Coward.

We're back.

Lots of water bottles to fill on days like today.

I don't have time for small talk today.

Excuse me. Hurry up, men.

What language are you speaking to the child?

You don't call him Ruben. -Wanja'm.

Wanja'm.

What would you call me? -Ramso.

Ramso?

Stranger. I have my own country.

Here, they think I'm crazy. -How do I get to your country?

You have to know the way.

Do you?

Sometimes.

What a difference with the frozen corpses we always get.

Delicious.

Is yours that nice too?

Here, taste.

I don't gross you out, do I?

Filthy faggot.

I love you, chicken fucker.

Is nobody finishing their plate?

Then you all have to go to bed early.

He can't sleep.

I was dreaming.

That bitch could have split. -I was dreaming of you.

The child is our security. -For as long as we'll be here.

Leave that shit factory alone at night.

Everybody always knows better.

Even a gangster's a better mother.

That bitch is gaga.

She sang me to sleep.

Here, keeps you awake.

And? How's the pain? -The dentist's worse.

What were you dreaming about me?

I dreamt you were dancing.

With who? -Alone.

You were dancing backward.

With a large bunch of roses.

Red roses.

And then?

Then I woke up.

Shouldn't you go to bed, Dalsum?

A bit restless, Deleye.

How are things here? -Why?

No reason.

Since when do you drive around in the dark?

Since there are gangsters around.

If I see them, I'll call you.

They weren't in the love bunker.

Sleep well. -Goodnight.

You heard what the cop said. Goodnight.

Go to sleep.

I know who they are. It was on the radio.

They carry a lot of money, but I don't know where.

In the barn, I think.

What are you talking about?

Nothing, nothing.

Don't try anything, you hear?

It's not a game.

One of them is very dangerous.

Shut up, lights out.

And no dirty games, please.

Can't you sleep either?

I keep thinking of Ruben.

You?

Your child.

If we don't do anything, they won't either.

God, if I get my hands on them. -We've seen that.

Those soldiers this afternoon, that was my rabbit.

Your traps?

I don't empty them. That's strange.

What do you mean? -It could cause suspicion.

With who? -Dalsum, for instance.

Cunning old fox. -Dalsum?

Is everybody sleeping?

That traffic warden from town is looking for us.

Here?

Not yet, but he's getting closer.

Did you try that car?

Tomorrow, when it'll be done.

And the Mercedes?

I got rid of it, an hour from here.

Let's try it tomorrow.

Out of the question.

One more day.

You're the boss, but I'm the doctor.

We'll see.

I still want to get my hands on that bitch.

She wants to leave from here.

She's dreaming of it.

You shouldn't dream, but act.

That's her country. She drew it herself.

Not bad, is it?

I told you she's gaga. I think she can't even fuck.

Jimmie, do me a favour and go to sleep. I'll stay awake.

Later.

When I'm sure they're all asleep.

Beautiful, kid. A voice like a nightingale.

Here, for later.

Asshole. -Pick it up.

Bend over, country bumpkin.

Go on.

Good boy.

Good, take care of the pennies...

I wish you'd put that gun down.

Do you want it? You can have it.

I'll have one with ham, double fried.

Granny and me are going to change the baby's nappy.

Where's Lisa?

She doesn't know how to do it, does she, granny?

I always wash him. -No wonder she wants to leave the house.

Give me a hand.

I'd rather dance with your sister. -She's married to a reverend.

I worship God in my own way. -Which way's that?

I show people how not to live.

And you started early this morning.

I had to be convincing.

We'll be in charge for one more day, right?

Careful of that poacher.

He wants revenge.

He has one weakness.

The apple of his eye.

Ask your wet sister if she wants another child.

A child? -Hear me?

Hurry. I want a quick answer.

Well? -She doesn't want it.

Do you understand that? Sometimes they beg for it. To your room.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

People poach game to stuff it...

...or eat it, but not to let it rot.

Why aren't you emptying your traps?

There are more poachers in the area.

But nobody makes them as well as you. A professional doesn't like a bad job.

You should have become a preacher.

Does Sybil beat you, Deleye?

I have a bad marriage.

I've known that as long as I've known you.

You can't tell stories. I can.

And I'm pretty good at it.

Once there were two crooks who stole a bag full of money.

But on their way south, they got stuck.

They needed shelter and found it.

Not in the love bunker.

But in a remote farm.

The farmers had a choice...

...shut up or be shot.

And to make their intentions clear...

...the crooks beat the farmers up a bit.

How do you like it? -I don't like stories.

I do. -Have you finished?

I'm going to search your house.

What did you say? -I'm going to search your house.

The traffic warden is going to play cowboys.

One wrong word and we'll have a massacre on our hands.

What do you know about the law? -Enough.

I demand a search warrant. In black and white.

You'll get it. In the mail.

Sybil, what happened there?

And your husband? Who beat him up?

Those guys, maybe?

I told you we have a bad marriage.

These things happen.

Is this your room, son?

Yes, sir.

Do you sleep alone here?

Yes, sir.

What's that then?

Sometimes I sleep there.

But not when you're ill. -Ill?

Your boss says you're a good mechanic. Is that true?

I think so.

Do you have to? The boy's ill.

Yes, I can see that.

It's making him sweat.

Is that Lisa's room? Yes, and the baby's. He's asleep.

I'll be very quiet. -If anything happens to the baby...

Are you giving yourself away, Deleye?

I mean, if you scare the baby.

You know who I am. The law.

The law loves children.

Lisa?

Do you like stories? -Stories?

Your stepfather doesn't.

In stories, the bad wolf's always in the bed.

But in this story, he might be under it.

Do you know where to look for him? -In the forest.

HQ to sheriff, urgent, over. -Phone.

HQ to sheriff. -That thing in your car's beeping.

HQ to sheriff, urgent, over.

Yes. -Where on earth are you?

I've been trying for 15 minutes. -What is it?

The dark blue Mercedes is in town. Did you get that, over?

I'm coming. Over and out.

I made a mistake.

He left as if the devil's after him.

Does that cowboy have colleagues? He was called away by radiotelephone.

That was his wife. -He has a wife?

Who wants to be married to a pig face like that?

Would you want that? To fuck that teddy bear?

The teddy bear, yes.

Where's your friend? That black guy.

Black guy? Which black guy?

The bus stop is around the corner. It leaves every half hour.

I wish you would have gotten your two gangsters.

I missed something. -A hiding place?

I looked everywhere, the peat huts, Stronghold, the love bunker.

And where does that jerk find the Mercedes? There.

Is that still in your area? -That's for me to decide.

But is there a place to hide there? -It's all farmland.

They can't just have disappeared. -I so hope you'll get them.

Darling.

That stinks.

What kind of doctor are you?

A crude amateur.

Fireworks, that's all.

There they are again. Dogs on heat.

Do you make much running a brothel?

Why don't you ask your mother?

Venomous tongue.

He doesn't bite... yet.

Make them go away.

What happened to you? -I'll tell you.

I'm starting to get fed up with you.

Lisa, here. With the child, hurry.

Stay here.

But I thought... Didn't we have a deal? -Yes, to fill up your bottles.

Don't come drool over the girl, every day.

Excuse me. I didn't know. -Right, now get lost.

Her admirer will have to jerk off again.

But you're pretty hot. -Jim, leave her alone.

What's hot?

He knows how to drive.

I wish he'd kill himself.

Coward.

How much petrol do you have left? -Enough.

Fill it up, park it with its ass to the back.

Are you asleep?

I know where the money is.

You're not going to do it.

That Jim guy will kill you.

Don't. -But I'm doing it for you.

For us. So we can leave together.

I see you can stand on your own legs again.

Can I have this dance? -Who'll lead? You or me?

Me.

I can give you a ride. -Get some sleep first.

You've been awake for sixty hours. -I'll take you straight to Spain.

I'll wake you up in time.

I won't sleep anyway.

You have a beautiful baby.

Does he look like his father?

His father.

Deleye's his father.

That poacher?

Where are you going?

As far away as possible.

Don't you have a wife?

Sometimes.

Can I come?

And who'll wash the diapers? Jim?

Wanja'm stays here. They repeat it every day.

"You go. We'll look after him."

You have your own country. That's safer.

Jim and I only have escape routes.

Hiding places and escape routes.

But I can do all kinds of things. Poach, shoot, drive.

Love.

That would be like Bonnie and Clyde. -Who are they?

The Romeo and Juliet of crime. -That's what we'll be. Criminals.

Jesus, can I puke? I'm getting sick.

Three hours to go. -Too much talking.

Is he angry?

He's my friend.

Can I be your girlfriend?

Tell me. -Between you and me.

Problems? -Her brother.

The money? -He's dead.

Were is he now? -In the barn, under straw.

Dump him in the forest.

Now that someone died, we'll need to get way ahead.

What happened?

A spanner in the works.

What are you doing here, Jos? -Why does no one take over from me?

You never leave your post, even if it takes a week.

I don't care. It's two hours on, four hours off. I've been there for three.

That's impossible.

It's broken. But I'll report you anyway.

Whatever. There's no war going on, you know?

Eddie, your turn. And quickly, come. -Two hours, not a minute longer.

I'm reporting you too.

You're a suck-up.

Put that out. You can see it from kilometres away.

Who's going to see it? -Do you want to be reported as well?

Just say the word.

Give a monkey a stripe, and he thinks he's a general.

A c...

A corpse. There's a corpse.

And I want to close the gap with the C squad. Is that clear?

All clear, troop captain.

Excuse me, one of our listening posts found a corpse.

A corpse? -Correct, sir.

One of us? -No, it's a civilian.

Does anybody know who it is? -It was in the forest.

Near listening post Rita.

And who's there now? -No one. The post has been abandoned.

By you? -Yes.

Never abandon a post. -No, troop captain.

Court-martial.

Dismissed.

I know that guy. He's from Stronghold.

The poachers?

Do you want me to go and have a look?

This is a case for the police.

Did you say gangsters? -Murderers.

Call the national police, riot police. Whatever you want.

It'll take hours before they're here. I'm making an appeal to you, captain...

Troop captain.

If I go alone, it'll be a massacre.

You only have to be there, with your troops.

It's an emergency, troop captain.

It's about human lives.

There's even a baby involved.

Can't you call him, Mrs. Dalsum?

Tell him I called and that he was right.

You have to be able to handle modern comforts.

We wanted to keep our departure a secret.

Your cab's here, sir. -Right on time.

Could you hurry? Our departure has been reported.

Then the baby stays with us.

What are you doing here? -Liberating you.

Get lost. -We know everything

Also that your son's dead.

That who's dead? -No.

We found him in the forest.

You killed my son. You killed my Hugo... Let me...

Shut up. -You killed my son.

You're going to leave now and receive a medal later.

A medal for courage. You still have the choice.

Game's over. Police are on their way. -I count to two and then you're gone.

One.

Two.

A shame. I'd rather have you dead than alive.

You don't have me yet, fatso. -I count to three.

Throw away the gun. One. -And then?

Then I have to fill in ten thousand forms.

But that's worth it.

Two.

See, fat guy? Empty handed after all.

No please. Not Ruben, don't. Give us the child, our child.

Don't. Don't.

I'm going with you. -We'll let him go after the bend.

Bitch, get lost.

This is the army. Surrender.

I repeat, this is the army. Surrender.

I can't see anything yet,

We've got him. Close off all side-roads.

South sector, close off side-roads.

Close off all the side-roads in the South sector.

Car's leaving our sector. We cease all activity.