Allez, Eddy! Page #2

Here, Marjet. Take it.

- Unwarranted pride.

It won't get you anywhere.

I'll get where I want to go and

I don't need to go anywhere else.

Here, put it away. Right.

So this twice, OK?

What's that?

Your bike is up in the air.

Do you cycle up there?

- Yes.

You must be as good as Eddy Merckx.

- I definitely am.

I know you are. Come here.

Here, I've brought you something too.

Molteni, it goes with your T-shirt.

And this. Open it.

What does it say?

- Freddy.

Here, let me put it on you.

Come here.

Wow, that looks smart!

Mum says the girls can come

and stay at your house.

Yes, they're coming for

their dresses for the party.

Can I come too?

- You have to come.

Can you ask Mum?

I'll ask her right away.

Spin round.

Keep spinning, keep spinning.

And then you...

Chest. Chest against chest.

And spin and spin and spin.

Honestly, Angel!

Phew, Angel.

Oh dear.

I feel almost euphoric,

like I've had an orgasm!

It must've been a long time since

you've had an orgasm then!

Listen to you!

Your husband is never home.

It's much easier with

a husband who's never home.

Marjet!

- It is.

Variety is the spice of life, Angel.

After all, we only live once.

Here, have a chocolate.

No. Honestly, Andre, you...

In the city everyone does

all their shopping at a supermarket.

I do too.

- We're not in the city here.

What?

- We're not in the city here.

Be glad a supermarket is coming,

it'll mean an end to all the hassle.

You should be ashamed of yourself!

The shop was your father's, your

grandfather's, your great-grandfather's.

Come on, Angel, smile for a change.

You only live once.

Be careful.

- Yeah.

Oh dear, I've dropped my handbag.

Aunt Pauline?

- Of course.

She's more dead than alive.

- Exactly.

I don't want anyone dying at my party.

If she snuffs it, I'll stick her in the

cold store and turn her into sausages.

Mum, where's my shirt?

- There, sweetheart.

Karl, Jerome From Down The Road's son?

- Not until he's paid his bill.

And don't forget Emile,

Louis The Blacksmith's son.

Aren't you hungry, sweetie?

I need the bathroom.

Does he need the bathroom again?

- Don't interfere.

Don't say I said so,

but it can be practical too.

Hygienic.

- Things won't change that quickly.

Right.

- I can feel it in my bones, Andre.

The world's started turning.

- I can't feel anything.

Soon a cow won't look like a calf.

Your world is turning the wrong way.

See, it's started.

Say hello to Frans for me.

- Yeah.

FOUR DAYS UNTIL:

YOUR NEW LIFE STARTS!

You...

You... uh...

Uh... ride... race?

Dad? What do you call it?

- A cyclist.

You, cyclist?

Cyclist like Eddy Merckx?

Ah, a rider!

- It's the same thing, a rider.

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