Het Diner Page #3

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Finished off with rosemary

from our own garden.

- Finished off?

- Finished off with rosemary.

- That means...

- I know what finished off means.

I know that the olives

aren't finished off...

as in shot or stabbed.

Sorry, I never looked at it that way.

- What about that suit?

- Honey...

It's weird. A green suit?

Makes no sense.

Hold on. Let's see if I can deduce

the green suit theme.

Maybe it corresponds to the olives.

- Maybe it's...

- Peloponnesean green.

Wonderful.

But with a faint note of sun deprivation.

- What's with that guy's pinky?

- I wouldn't get excited about it.

Maybe he just wants to act posh.

Maybe it's arthritis.

Or a sports injury.

Could be possible, right?

From a baseball.

Or a cricket ball.

- They're as hard as a rock.

- Here they are.

Doesn't look like a sporting type though.

- They're here.

- I'm not going to watch.

I'll tell you.

People are bowing and scraping.

A man in a white turtleneck,

possibly the owner has joined them.

They're coming this way.

- Jesus...

- What?

- Looks like Babette's been crying.

- Tell me he's not signing autographs?

Crying? Jesus.

- It's getting out of hand.

- What is?

This race for Prime Minister...

always at the expense of the family.

Hi, Sifi, good to see you.

Frans!

This is my wife...

Good to see you.

Very good.

Chef! Knock yourself out!

Hi.

You look good.

I actually feel a bit fragile

- You don't look it.

- Paul.

- Serge.

Why are we stuck in the middle?

Perhaps because you

only reserved this morning.

Only Roger Federer rakes his fingers

through his hair more than Serge.

He didn't used to have

a solid handshake.

But he has taught himself to make

a strong impression on the people.

Because people don't vote

for a limp hand.

Thank you, Tonio.

I'll come right out and say it.

You know me, I don't mince my words.

Let's talk right away

about why we are here.

Right. And what's the reason?

- Didn't Paul tell you?

- I'd love to hear it from you.

Serge, let me catch my breath,

or I'll leave right now.

This is fun.

I looked at them like a poker player

trying to guess his opponents' cards.

Serge knows something,

or we wouldn't be here.

The purpose of the evening is to try

to figure out how much he knows.

Babette also knows something,

or she wouldn't be crying.

I hope she doesn't say anything to Clair.

She knows nothing.

And sadly I know everything.

- Stand over there.

- Dad?

- Stand over there.

- Dad?

Lady Bang.

- Hi, dad. What are you doing?

- Nothing. Wondering where you were.

Do you know

where we keep the valves?

- Valves?

- Yes, bike valves.

- Ask your mom.

- What are you doing here?

Nothing. Just...

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