Ciske de Rat Page #3

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to think about it.

Hey... you're doing

all right this way.

Unless you've already got

someone in mind, of course.

Well... uh, no.

Hey, Marie. How about doing

your gabbing on your own time?

Your money each month and

as free as a bird in the sky.

You want to give up

all of that?

They're all over the city now,

fighting and rioting.

It seems they've already shot

and killed one of them.

They ought to wring that

Colijn's fat neck.

The bastard!

Oh yeah?

And what would you

know about it?

This country needs

a strong man.

Not gadabouts who are afraid

of making decisions.

For a real leader you

have to go to Germany.

Yes.

At least they know how to deal

there with that work-shy scum.

Complaining that the wife and

kids have nothing to eat.

but hanging around all day

in the bar themselves.

Isn't it bedtime

for that kid?

He's about had it.

Cis?

Go home.

The police force couldn't

manage in the end.

They were obliged

to call in the army.

They're always picking

on the poor folk.

The rich keep getting richer.

It's the same everywhere.

Once you're on the dole

you pull at the shortest end.

Rat, you with us?

I hit him.

Freimuth, De Hahn!

Come along.

Hi.

Bennie!

I've been so worried

about you, son!

Well, better late than never.

Keep your son off

the streets at night

in the future, De Hahn.

If I ever see him again,

he'll be sent to reform school!

Over my dead body!

Better still!

You to kingdom come

and your son to reform school.

We'd be moving into

a real good direction.

Rat, stay here.

Have you been going into

politics too these days?

All I did was help

them a bit.

The juvenile judge,

Mr. van Loon,

will sit up to learn you're

now spending nights here.

Or do you think he won't

find out about it?

Come along,

I'll take you home.

Then I can have another chat

with your mother as well.

She'll beat the hell

out of me.

Then you'll

deserve it for once.

Mrs. Freimuth?

Where have you been

all bloody night? Where!?

With us!

He was arrested in the riots.

You can consider yourself

lucky he's still alive,

four people were killed.

What's a boy of eleven doing

on the street at night anyway?

Can't you even make

him stay home?

I thought he'd gone

to bloody bed!

She's lying her head off!

Don't you give me any cheek!

I don't know what I'm going

to do with that boy.

I just don't know.

If you keep leaving him

to his own devices,

we'll take him off your hands

forever at some point.

You'll be rid of him

once and for all.

You know very well I've got

to cope all by myself.

I try my hardest...

but I simply can't manage him.

Yes, yes, I've noticed.

You'll be hearing

from us.

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