Black Rider Page #2

unit to stop smuggling in this area.

And because I had been here

during the war...

and because of my army experience,

they put me in charge.

So you came in at the right moment?

-Yes.

What do you do these days?

Let's say I'm a trader.

That can mean many things.

Another beer?

-Yes.

So the Belgians think it's high time

we got our act together.

They welcomed me with open arms.

But I was overwhelmed by all

the information they gave me.

You were?

-Yes.

Your name was mentioned too.

-You're kidding.

They called you the Black Rider.

Hey, Rinus, it's been so long.

You should have warned us.

I'd have made something to eat.

Now I have to go to the business,

next door.

Another time then.

We live just across the border now.

Rinus is going to put an end to

smuggling here.

I'll drink to that.

At the end, on your left.

A whorehouse!

As long as she likes it.

It's incredibly profitable.

Fons Ruiter,

what has become of you?

What has become of me?

See this?

You can't afford it.

I'm so disappointed in you.

I can do anything I want.

I'm raking it in.

-And I'm going to end that.

Soon the Black Rider will be...

I'll get you, mister!

Please, tuan, I'm only 14!

And don't tell me you didn't know.

Take your pants off.

What about my mother, tuan?

-My buddy will f*** her.

Fons, a**hole!

I got out of the way just in time.

My friend almost ran me over.

Fons, great to see you again.

Didn't Milou come along?

-No, she didn't feel well.

What a shame.

-Come in.

I'll be right there.

Caught any smugglers?

Let's not beat around the bush.

I'm happy to see an old friend again.

-So am I.

But we'll also meet in different

circumstances.

We will?

-That's for sure.

If it hasn't happened already.

I like you, Fons.

-I like you too, Rinus.

But I'm here for my work.

And I like to do my work well.

I don't like to shoot at friends.

-I don't like to run them over.

One of these days,

I may have to shoot at you.

While that's the case, I don't

like you visiting me.

So finish your coffee, leave

and don't come back.

That's Liza.

I don't want to give you

a guilty conscience.

Little children grow up.

I'm a teacher.

In Hulst.

In that dress?

-No, I was at a party tonight.

I heard a lot about you there.

You go upstairs.

Mummy and daddy have to talk.

I've been thinking and

I don't want her to grow up with you.

You're no better than me.

I think we should send her

to a boarding school.

Because we're setting a bad

example for her here?

What about yourself?

-That's only temporary.

This whoring business of

yours is here to stay.

At least I worry about a child that

isn't even mine.

Are you insane?

You live off the whoring business.

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