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BASED ON THE NOVEL BY THE SAME NAME

We're closed.

Don't be difficult.

-Right or left? -Right. Into the jungle.

Like wounded tigers do.

Is Hugo awake yet?

And Lisa?

It's the same story every morning.

Lisa, eggs.

Speak your own damn language.

Get out of bed already.

Breakfast in five. And turn that thing off.

-Turn that thing off. -The news will be on soon.

Softer, and at the table.

In this house we pray first.

Still.

Shut up and listen.

I said, shut up. That includes you.

Sit down. Or shall we bury you today?

Your chair for my friend. Your chair.

Nice, isn't it? Having some guests over.

My friend is holding a 9mm Parabellum.

It creates holes as big as my foot.

Yes.

Deleye speaking.

He's not coming.

He's ill. I don't know, just ill.

Do you have pyjamas?

Pyjamas?

Pyjamas, yes.

Overalls off, pyjamas on, and go to bed.

Look at what I found.

-A late addition. -That's our Ruben.

-Are you his mother? -No, she is the mother.

And the father?

-You? -I'm her brother.

Who cares who kicked you into this world?

But I do need to know if that asshole might come by.

How sad, a whore for a mother, and no daddy. Do you want him?

Make sure no one bothers us while we're here. Or else…

And that'll create a huge mess.

If anything happens to that child…

You'll be the one to blame.

-What's your name? -Lisa.

All right, nurse. Come with uncle doctor.

Charlie Six, this is Six. Everything's calm, no one in sight.

Zero, this is Six. Get ready.

Come on, nursey. You can faint in your own time.

Go sit on him.

And hold his shoulders.

Not like that. Like this.

No, that's not for us.

They're military exercises.

They're playing war?

Here? In your front garden?

Jim.

What's that noise outside?

Military exercises.

Wait until someone uses live ammo. They'll shit their pants.

POLICE

Good morning.

-How is he? -Who?

-Klipsteen. -Why?

There were gangsters at his door.

Nobody has anything to fear as long as I'm here.

-HQ to sheriff, over. -Yes?

-The telex is in, over. -Read it out to me, darling.

"Robbery at 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 for me, my own stock of cattle.

"Armed and dangerous." Armed and dangerous?

"Drove off in a dark blue Mercedes.

License plate FT-41-BE."

-Can you repeat that license plate? -FT-41-BE.

Goddamnit.

Piece of shit car.

-Piece of shit boy. -Don't swear, Klipsteen.

Why don't you help me, damnit?

That boy is never ill, and now he leaves me in the lurch.

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

-Who's leaving you in the lurch? -Hugo.

-He's ill? -So they say.

-Who? -Who do you think?

"Where's your son?" I ask him. "He's ill," he says, and hangs up.

-What did the guy look like? -I told you last night.

-He was wearing a tuxedo? -Yes, a tuxedo.

-He was around 40? -Something like that, yes.

And the other guy was black?

Black?

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

He stayed in the car.

-Injured? -No, I'm fine.

Not you. The other guy.

The other guy.

I don't know. It's possible.

Say you're injured and can't go to a doctor. Where would you hide?

Around here, you mean?

There is nothing. Maybe the forest, or Wildschut.

No, Deleye would shoot you right off his property.

Did you listen to the news?

Turn that thing off.

Well, they stole ten million francs. Ten million.

-Where? -In Holland.

At some casino. And shots were fired.

Not too much, or it'll be mushy.

-You'll have to lick that up. -That was Ruben's food.

So breastfeed him. And me too, while you're at it.

Where's that stud of yours? Well?

He's with my brother.

It's not going to work out between us. You talk too much.

Did you call them?

Never heard of the police, I bet?

The assholes who harass you when you run a red light? So?

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

No?

Then why is there a police car approaching?

I don't know.

-I'll think of something. -I hope so, for your sake.

And for the little one's sake.

Dalsum?

Are you here for me?

Not if you have nothing to hide.

-Coffee? Or something else? -Coffee and something else.

And I wanted to say hi to Sybil.

You can do that here.

You know where the bottle is. Coffee's coming.

Look.

I found it outside.

Now I'm looking for two rats, one of whom has a bullet in his body.

Rats? What kind of rats?

Gangsters, Deleye. Dangerous gangsters.

Sybil.

How are you?

Good.

-And the children? -They're doing well.

-But I hear Hugo's ill. -Yes.

-What's the matter with him? -The flu.

-Here you go. -Give the little one a kiss for me, okay?

Deleye, say you rob ten million francs in Holland

and you get stuck here. What do you do?

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

-I want to know where you'd hide. -I know 100 hiding places.

Exactly.

-You want me to name all 100? -No, just the one.

The one I'm forgetting.

The bachelor bunker.

The bachelor bunker.

Even if you don't have a license for this, you have to take care of it.

Or it'll get rusty.

The execution's been postponed.

-But the verdict remains in effect. -Jimmie.

You're a great surgeon.

Wait until you get the bill.

Have you two been friends for long?

His name is Jim. You can call me Charlie.

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

We'll be gone tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow at the latest.

Where are you going?

As far away as possible.

I have my own country.

Doesn't it drive you insane?

I would sue the army and move away.

This is my land.

Some idiots live on a toxic waste dump all their lives.

Is this your fleet?

So, does it drive?

Why?

-I ask the questions here. -Is that so?

Or I'll take that dried-out bitch of yours…

and fuck her until she starts to babble softly.

So I ask you again: does this piece of crap drive or no?

Is it broken?

-Too expensive. Costs too much gas. -Not broken?

-I think there's a lot wrong with it. -Leave the thinking to me.

Let's see what that dickhead son of yours says.

-How do you plan on preparing that? -Leave that to me. I could cook a sheep.

Good afternoon.

-Did you poach that rabbit? -No, sir.

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

-So I said: "Let's take it." -Is that what you said?

Is that not allowed?

-Is this your encampment? -Everyone comes here.

-Every patrol. -To sleep.

Can we keep the rabbit?

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

-Have you seen it? -No, we haven't seen anything.

Bon appétit.

-Who was that? A cowboy? -Johnny Law from the village.

-What is it? -Nothing, sir.

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

This isn't about wages and coffee breaks, is it?

-No, sir. -Then what is it?

It's a minor job.

What? And then it'll run smoothly again?

Yes, it'll run--

Get back to bed. We have visitors.

What's going on? First the police, now the cavalry.

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

So she plays the whore to soldiers, too?

I'll make you regret your words, asshole.

Make sure those whoremongers leave.

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

You piece of shit.

We're back, with your permission.

We have a lot of bottles to fill on days like this.

I don't have time for chit-chat today.

I see. I apologize. Come on, men, hurry up.

What language do you speak to the little one?

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

Wanja'm.

-How would you call me? -Ramso.

Ramso?

"Stranger." I have my own country.

-Here they think I'm crazy. -How do I get to that country of yours?

Only if you know the way.

Do you know it?

Sometimes.

Quite a difference to the deep-frozen corpses we have.

Delicious.

How's yours?

Here, have a taste.

I don't disgust you, do I?

Dirty faggot.

I love you, chicken fucker.

Is no one finishing their plate?

Then you're all going to bed early.

He can't sleep.

I was dreaming.

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

That child is our collateral.

I know, he will be for as long as we're here.

Leave that little brat alone at night.

Everyone always knows better.

Even a random gangster is a better mother.

That woman is completely nuts.

She sang me to sleep.

Here, this will keep you awake.

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

You were dreaming about me? What?

I dreamed you were dancing.

-With whom? -Alone.

You danced backwards.

Carrying a very large bouquet of roses.

Red roses.

-And then? -Then I woke up.

Shouldn't you go to bed, Dalsum?

No rest for the wicked, Deleye.

-How are things here? -Why?

No reason.

Since when do you drive around for no reason?

Since there are gangsters in the area.

If I see them, I'll call you.

They're not at the bachelor bunker.

-Sleep well. -Good night.

You heard what Johnny Law said. Good night.

Just go to sleep.

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

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

In the shed, I think.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

Don't you dare. You hear me?

This is not a game.

That one guy is really dangerous.

Shut up, lights off.

And don't go playing doctor.

You can't sleep either?

I keep thinking of Ruben.

And you?

Your child.

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

-God, once I get my hands on them… -We saw that.

Those soldiers today, that was my rabbit.

Your traps?

I'm not going to empty them. It'll be suspicious.

-What do you mean? -Someone might get suspicious.

-Who? -Dalsum, for instance.

-He's a sly fox. -Dalsum?

Is everyone sleeping?

Johnny Law is looking for us.

Here?

Not yet, but he's getting warmer.

Did you test the car?

Tomorrow, when it's done.

And the Mercedes?

Dumped it, an hour away from here.

We should try tomorrow.

No way.

One more day.

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

We'll see.

I still want to fuck that chick.

She wants to move out.

She dreams of leaving.

One shouldn't dream, one should act.

That's her country. She drew that herself.

Not bad, right?

I told you that bitch was crazy. I bet she can't even fuck.

Jimmie, do me a favor. Go to sleep. I'll stay awake.

Later.

When I'm certain everyone's sleeping.

Beautiful, boy. A voice like that of a nightingale.

Here, for your dowry.

-You bastard. -Pick it up.

You'll have to bend down, you yokel.

Well, come on.

Good boy.

Good. Whoever does not honor the penny…

I wish you'd let go of the gun for a moment.

Do you want it? You can have it.

Since you're baking omelets, I'd like one with ham, please.

Grandma and I are here to change the little brat's diaper.

Where is Lisa?

She sucks at it. Your daughter has two left hands.

-I always wash and change him. -No wonder she wants to move out.

Give me a hand.

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

-I worship God in my own way. -How is that?

By showing people how not to be.

You were doing that early today.

I had to make a point.

We'll be in charge for one more day. Right?

Watch out for that poacher.

He's out for revenge.

But he has a soft spot.

The apple of his eye.

Ask your wet sister if she wants another child.

-A child? -You hear me?

Hurry up, I want an answer.

-So? -She doesn't want to.

I don't get it. Do you? Sometimes they beg you for it.

Back to bed.

If I'm wrong, you can say so.

But normally, animals are poached either for taxidermy…

or to eat them, not to let them rot away.

Why are you not emptying your traps?

I'm not the only poacher in the area.

But nobody makes traps like you. You're an expert.

And experts don't like shoddy work.

You should have become a preacher.

Does Sybil hit you, Deleye?

My marriage is awful.

I know, that's nothing new.

You don't know how to tell fairy tales. I do.

I'm actually pretty good at it.

Once upon a time, there were two criminals who stole a bag full of money.

But on their way to the sunny south they got stuck.

So they needed a place to hide, and they found one.

Not in the bachelor bunker.

But at a remote farm.

The residents had a choice.

Either keep their mouths shut, or get a bullet in their head.

And to show them they meant it…

the criminals threw a few punches.

-How did you like that? -I don't like fairy tales.

I do.

Are you done?

I'm going to search your house.

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

Johnny Law wants to play cowboy.

One wrong word and this'll turn into a bloodbath.

-What do you know about the law? -Enough.

I demand a search warrant. In writing.

You'll get one. Through the mail.

Sybil, what happened there?

And who beat up your husband?

Was it those guys?

I told you, we have a lousy marriage.

These things happen.

Is this your room, boy?

Yes, sir.

Do you sleep alone?

Yes, sir.

Then what's this?

Sometimes I sleep there.

-But not when you're ill. -Ill?

Your boss says you're a good mechanic. Are you?

I think so.

Do you have to do this now? He's ill.

Yes, I can see that.

He's sweating.

-Is that Lisa's room? -Yes, and the child's. It's sleeping.

-I'll be very quiet. -If something happens to that child…

Was that a slip of the tongue, Deleye?

I mean… if you startle it.

You know me. I'm great with kids.

Lisa?

-Do you like fairy tales? -Fairy tales?

Your stepfather doesn't.

In fairy tales the big bad wolf is always in bed.

But in this fairy tale he might be under the bed.

-Do you know where I should search? -In the forest.

-HQ to sheriff, it's urgent, over. -Dalsum, telephone.

-HQ to sheriff, over. -That thing in your car is beeping.

HQ to sheriff, it's urgent, over.

-Yes? -Where the hell are you?

-I've been calling you for 15 minutes. -Just tell me.

The dark blue Mercedes is in the village, over.

Did you get that, over?

I'm on my way. Over and out.

We all make mistakes, Deleye.

He left like the devil's chasing him.

Does that cowboy have colleagues? He was called away via police radio.

-That was his wife. -A wife? Him?

Who'd want to marry him?

Would you want to fuck that teddy bear?

Him I would, yes.

Where is your friend? The black guy?

Black guy? What black guy?

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

I'm sorry it wasn't them, honey. Two real-life gangsters.

-I must have missed something. But what? -A hiding place, you mean?

I looked everywhere. The peat huts, Wildschut, the bachelor bunker.

And where does that bastard find the Mercedes? Right there.

-Is that even your jurisdiction? -That's for me to decide.

-But are there any hiding places there? -It's just fields out there.

-They can't just have disappeared. -I really hope you find them.

Sweetheart.

It smells terrible.

I thought only gentle healers made for stinking wounds.

And brutal amateurs.

Fireworks, that's all.

There they are again. Bunch of ruttish dogs.

Does it make a lot of money, running a brothel?

Why don't you ask your mom?

Venomous little thing, isn't he?

It doesn't bite. Not yet.

Make sure they leave.

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

I'm getting fed up with you guys.

Lisa, come over here. Bring the child. Hurry up.

Stay here.

-But I thought we had an agreement. -That we'd provide you with water, yes.

Not that you could come leer at the girl every day.

-I'm sorry, I didn't know. -And that's a good thing. Now piss off.

Romeo will be spanking the monkey tonight.

-But you are a hot piece of meat. -Jim, leave her alone.

Oh well, what is "hot" anyway?

He knows how to drive.

I wish he drove himself to death.

Coward.

-How much gas do you have? -More than enough.

Fill her up, park her with her back to the wall.

Are you sleeping?

I know where the money is.

Don't you dare.

That Jim guy will kill you.

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

For us. So we can leave.

I see you're back on your feet.

-May I have this dance? -Who's leading? You or me?

Me.

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

-You've been awake for 60 hours. -I'll bring you to Spain in one go.

I'll wake you up on time.

I won't be able to sleep.

You have a beautiful child.

Does he look like his father?

His father?

Deleye is his father.

The poacher?

Where will you go?

As far away as possible.

Don't you have a woman?

Sometimes.

Can I come?

Who will wash the diapers? Jim?

Wanja'm will stay here.

They tell me every day: "You go. We'll take care of the child."

You have your own country. That's safer.

Jim and I only have escape routes.

Hiding places and escape routes.

But there's a lot I can do. I can poach, shoot, drive a car.

Love.

-That'd be something. Bonnie and Clyde. -Who are they?

-The Romeo and Julia of crime. -Then let's be that. Criminals.

Jesus. Can you pass me a bucket? I'm going to be sick.

-Three hours left. -All that blabbering.

Is he angry?

He's my friend.

Can I be your friend?

What is it?

In private.

-Trouble? -Her brother.

-The money? -He's dead.

-Where is he now? -In the shed, under a pile of straw.

Dump him in the forest.

With someone dead we'll need an even bigger head start.

What happened?

A spanner in the works.

-What are you doing here, Jos? -Why is no one taking my place?

Even if it takes a week, you can never leave your post.

Screw you.

It's 2 hours on, 4 hours off, and I've been there for 3 hours.

That's impossible.

Damnit, it's broken. But I'm still reporting you.

Whatever. You think we're in a war or something? Show-off.

-Eddie, your turn. Hurry up. -Two hours, not a minute longer.

I'm reporting you as well.

Ass licker.

Put that cigarette away. It can be seen from miles away.

By whom?

Do you want to be reported as well?

Whatever you say.

You give a donkey a stripe and suddenly he thinks he's got claws.

A dead guy.

There's a dead guy.

And I want the C-squadron there, to close the gap. Is that clear?

Yes, troop commander.

With your permission, sir.

One of our guard posts has found a dead body.

-A dead body? -Yes, sir. With your permission.

-One of ours? -No, a civilian.

-Does anyone know who he is? -He was in the forest.

Near guard post Rita.

-And who is there now? -Nobody. The post has been abandoned.

-By you? -Yes, troop commander.

-A post may never be abandoned. -No, troop commander.

Court martial.

Dismissed.

I know this boy. He lives at Wildschut.

The poacher's house?

Do you want me to go check it out?

This is a police matter, not an army matter.

At ease.

Gangsters, you said?

Murderers.

Call the gendarmerie, riot police, whatever you want. The line is open.

It'll take them hours to get here. I urge you, captain, if I--

Troop commander.

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

All you have to do is be present with your troops.

Necessity knows no law, troop commander.

This is about human lives. There is even a baby.

Can't you radio call him, Mrs. Dalsum?

Tell him I called, and that he was right.

Modern conveniences must be handled responsibly.

We wanted to keep our departure a secret.

-Your taxi awaits, sir. -Right on time.

Will you please hurry? Our departure's been reported.

Then the little one stays with us.

-What are you doing here? -We're here to liberate you.

-Fuck off. -We know everything.

Including that your son's dead.

-Who is dead? -No.

We found him in the forest. I'm sorry.

You killed my son. You killed my Hugo. Let me… No.

Crazy old bitch.

You killed my son.

You know what you're going to do? You're going to leave now…

and let them give you a medal for bravery and loyalty. While you still can.

-Game over. The police are on their way. -I'll give you two seconds to leave.

One.

Two.

Too bad, I'd rather capture you dead than alive.

-You haven't captured me at all, fatso. -I'll count to three.

-Drop the gun. One. -And then what?

Then I'll have to fill in 10.000 forms.

Which I'll be happy to do.

Two.

You see, fatso? You're going home empty-handed.

No, please. Don't take Ruben, please. Give us back our child. Don't.

I'm going with you.

We'll let him go when we're around the bend.

Fuck off, bitch.

Stay here.

No, don't. Stay here.

This is the army. Surrender.

I repeat, this is the army. Surrender.

Lisa.

No sign of them. I repeat, no sign of them.

We have him. Sector South, close all byroads.

I repeat, Sector South, close all byroads.

Close all byroads in the southern sector.

Car is leaving our sector, we're ceasing action. I repeat…

we're ceasing action.

Subtitle translation by: Claudia Boshouwers