Bon Bini Holland

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Welcome to Curacao.

Welcome to Bon Bini Bungalows.

Hundred percent guaranteed.

Hundred percent vacation.

Dushi, your home away from home.

Guaranteed yours and yours alone.

Nice weather, huh?

- Sorry?

Nice weather.

- Yes, it is.

Robert Florentijn.

First time on Curacao?

- Yes, first time.

We're nearly there.

My partner Norbert Jan is waiting for us.

Wait. I'll turn on the air conditioning.

I hope there's a swimming pool.

- A swimming pool?

No, I'm afraid not.

Of course there's a pool.

And with water and everything. For free!

- Beautiful.

We're here. Say cheese.

A quick photo for the website.

Smile at the birdie.

Now the deposit and you can

go to the beach and get a nice tan.

But not too much of a tan

or they won't allow you back into Holland.

Two hundred, right?

- Yes.

Five hundred.

Exchange rate. Euros, guilders.

How could you have forgotten

the passports?

Get the hell out of my house!

I thought they were gone.

- Don't think. You have to make sure.

How am I supposed to know they forgot the

passports? I'm not going to rummage around.

You just broke in, moron.

Dushi!

A bit of suntan lotion?

Remember, OK:
Bon Bini Bungalows.

Bon Bini Bungalows?

Who wants to know?

- Eddie Velazquez.

What are you doing?

- Sorry, sorry.

That didn't go well.

Worked too hard and drank too little,

I think. That's dangerous.

Heat stroke.

- Yeah, I think so.

People forget they have to drink

plenty of fluids.

You too, I think. You look thirsty.

- Do I?

Nolla.

They have good cocktails here.

Shall I get two? Because it was

sweet of you to take care of me.

You should get water,

that's better for you.

Is that better for me?

One cocktail and one water

coming up, Madam Nolla.

Don't leave, OK?

Guys, that was funny.

Everyone had a barrel of laughs,

but we're done now. OK?

I don't want to get angry,

but I'm warning you:

If you don't take off the bag,

you have a problem. I swear.

And you know that I have

a pink and a yellow belt.

Well, well...

Robert Florentijn.

The big boss of Bon Bini Bungalows.

Senor Bon Bini.

Or should I say:
Robertico Florentina?

- Did I rent you a villa?

I'll take care of any problems.

Are you not satisfied?

Didn't you get enough soap bars?

I can get you soap.

Weren't the towels soft enough?

I can get you towels.

Let me go and I'll take care of it.

- Not to me. From me.

Moron.

I arrived at my villa yesterday

and apparently there had been a party.

Even my children's stuffed toys

were barbecued.

What has that got to do with me?

I'll take care of it.

I'll come to your house and...

- No!

You don't touch my house,

my stuff and my children.

You're going to pay UP-

200,000 guilders.

- Where am going to get that?

Or you'll pay in kind,

40,000...

...per limb.

But that's five limbs for 200,000.

I only have four limbs.

Eddie, come on. Let's talk.

Eddie! Come on, man.

Bye, Robertico.

Funny. Very funny.

You're joking, right?

There are no buses here!

Was that his house?!

I rented it to some students.

It was Fuik Day.

Of course it was Fuik Day!

You know what people do on Fuikday:

they drink and trash everything.

How am I supposed to pay him?

To what do I owe the honor

of his majesty of nightlife hitching a ride?

Dad, I need money.

- You can always get a job on my bus.

An honest day's work

never killed anyone.

How much?

200,000 guilders?!

Do you think I can just

pull that out of my pocket?

If I don't pay they'll chop off

my five limbs.

Five?

Good. Then you can start thinking

with your head for once.

Dad...

Stay calm. I've got an idea.

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