Black Rider Page #3

I live off my own money.

And who gave you that beautiful car?

Who's always helping you?

I understand. Your old friend Rinus

thinks you're too good for this life.

If we get the child out of here,

she might become a decent person.

Here she has no chance.

Do you still love me?

Look guys, a new child in our class.

Tell us what your name is.

-Rozeke Ruiter.

Hello, Mr Ruiter, what a surprise.

-Do I only get a handshake?

We only kiss the children here.

Will you look after her well?

How did it go?

-Fine.

No problems?

-Not really.

I want to introduce you

to a few people.

Look, Ruiter.

Straight from America.

And this?

-Real nylons. Seamless.

Look what else we got.

So you're the Black Rider.

Yes, so what?

We should get to know each other.

-I don't think so.

I don't smoke.

Schellekens.

-Congratulations.

Drinks on the house.

They're excellent customers.

Why did you ruin it?

The things they bring.

Look.

Seamless.

Those are the Schellekens guys.

They're underworld.

And who are you?

Small time smuggler.

You could work for them.

I don't work for gangsters.

-If you could make 3 or 4 times more?

Good evening.

Ruiter's not cooperative.

Has someone made a mistake?

He must have misunderstood me.

-Be clearer with him.

We will be too.

But if you could make 3 or 4 times

more...

What does it matter if it's butter

or weapons?

It's not about the weapons, but about

the bastards who make money on them.

But it's for a good cause.

The weapons are for the Algerian rebels.

That's a good cause.

The Schellekens cousins have

the contacts.

I'm going to have a drink

somewhere nice.

He doesn't understand he's my only

guarantee the cousins won't cheat me.

When he's involved,

I know I'll get my money.

We'll see.

The way he talks to you...

He doesn't really love you.

I've always thought that.

What's your intention?

You're never interested in me.

Even though I can give you a good life.

I'm going to do big business with

those Schellekens men.

Ruiter's risking his life for your

stupid butter.

Are you turning your back

on him now?

I'm paying him, ain't I?

-But you make the most on it.

Go get a girl there.

Plenty of choice.

You're leaning against my car.

Now I need to have it washed again.

You don't understand.

We want to do business with you.

Make money.

Yes, go upstairs. I'll work

my ass off with that bloody butter.

Not so hard!

Is anything coming?

Customs officers?

-No, the bull.

I swear, they're fantastic

drivers.

But not as good as Ruiter.

Ruiter's the best.

Yes, but they're next.

They're learning from Ruiter.

Alright, we'll try it.

But first a test run.

Give them the car.

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