Daens

Aalst, Belgium - end 19th century

Pick up those bobbins!

Put that basket away!

Watch out!

What's this?

Go on, pick it up.

Pick that up!

Work, or I don't need you.

Get out, son of a b*tch!

And you, 20 centimes fine!

I didn't do anything!

Professor Daens,

is it true that you want to leave

the college of Dendermonde?

I've had nine beautiful years,

Monseigneur. That's enough.

You've had nine years of troubles

with everybody.

Them with me, maybe.

I won't deny that.

Anyhow,

now I want to go to Aalst.

I have a spot as a junior priest

in Drongen.

You're expected there tomorrow.

You know very well that I've had

real problems in Drongen.

and indeed, with everybody.

- I remember, because you still have.

I don't think I'm welcome there.

You can hold your own.

And you're a difficult man.

Shouldn't you consider in peace

what you actually want?

You're not happy anywhere!

You're right, Monseigneur. That's

why I'm leaving for Aalst tomorrow.

If you really need me,

you can find me there.

Please, Lord,

free us from Daens.

In the name of the father,

Son and Holy Ghost. Amen!

May St. Ursula protect our factory

in these troubled times.

Hail Mary, Mother of God.

Lord be with you,

blessed above all women

and blessed is your Son Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us, now and forever. Amen.

Go away, there! Get out!

There, there are more!

There's Nini!

Those coals are ours. Get out!

You don't need coals.

Aalst!.... Two-minute stop!

Two-minute stop.

And? Where are these socialists?

All this panic for nothing!

Well, well! Father Daens!

Adolf...What a surprise!

- Am I not welcome?

Or is Aalst yours only now?

- No, no.

But the bishop did not inform us

Where do I send this, Father?

-to my brother's, printer Daens.

Read "Forwards"!

The socialist paper!

Read "Forwards"!

The socialist paper!

Please sirs, for you it's free!

Don't hit me!

According to Belgian law, I can...

-I'm the law here

you can nothing. Back to Ghent!

Guys, dirty Lisette has potatoes.

Lisette!

Gee, what a potato.

-My potatoes!

There's another fat one.

Thieves!

Let's go, fellows. Run!

My potatoes, thieves!

Bunch of bastards!

What are you doing?

This is no cemetery or dunghill.

Why are you bringing this here?

-Throw them away at your place.

Throw it away!

I'm fed up with the child.

Look there!

Father, do you agree with him?

Dumping his corpses here.

What can I do with it?

It's not up to me to bury her.

Besides, I need my cart.

I've got work to do.

What happened?

-Frozen to death, Father. Feel it.

It's the same every day.

Farmers find them and bring them

here instead of burying them.

Does anybody know her?

Everyone knows her, Father.

Nini, with the wet cherry.

So, potato-thief, maybe you also

know where her parents are?

Yes, over there somewhere.

Around the corner, under the bar.

Whose arse is this.

Whose arse is that.

Whose arse may this well be.

But man, this is the coal bag.

That coal bag belongs to me...

Fellows, they've released a crow!

Cover your bum, your man is here!

Gust! That's a priest!

Doesn't have to look for favours

around here. Do you Father,

or are you looking for the devil?

I'm looking for Nini's parents.

-Hot Nini, with the wet cherry?

Gust!

Over there, Father.

Listen, if you're here

to lecture us, don't bother!

And certainly not about that whore.

It's everyone for himself here

And our poor-box is empty.

But...

do you know what happened to her?

Did you see her?

-She's banged up.

We know. And leave my man alone.

None of your business!

Indeed.

- This is the one.

Red swine, I didn't do anything.

You haven't either, did you, Jef?

She liked it.

She came to ask for it herself.

Here.

Don't let them bury her like a dog.

Buy her a coffin.

Hey, more thieves!

-Uncle Adolf!

Are those boxes for us?

-Of course! Choose, you skunks!

Adolf...

gee! It's been a long time!

Can I move in here?

-Run off again?

I hate priests,

the college makes me sick.

I could teach you in private

and finally pay you back.

Don't be silly. you're welcome!

Peter will be glad!

I hear you're still kind to your readers.

-Adolf!

What a surprise!

Travelling through?

-No, I'm staying!

Does your bishop allow this?

Here, competition.

You trust yourself on the streets

with such a newspaper?

Where did you get it?

A socialist's gift at the station.

Any room for me on the front page?

- If you want...

ENOUGH DEAD CHILDREN IN AALS

Did you read this, Borremans?

A catholic paper against our ideas

agitating the workers against us.

You must talk about it to Woeste.

-You do it. There he is.

Have you read it Mr. Chairman?

-I'm aware, my friends.

I will bring reason to

that little printer.

It's going too far.

Aalst is getting more dangerous by the day.

They insult and loot us

and threaten our women.

They terrorise the country

and this newspaper.

Don't exaggerate, Druw.

-Do I?

Let's not waste our time.

That paper I can handle.

These workers shouldn't bite the

hands that feed them.

The church should take care of that.

As an employer you take care of

their of salvation too.

You don't know these workers.

They have the same worries

as us directors.

How many factories will

survive the crisis in Aalst?

If the government won't subsidize

me, I will close down.

There will be no subvention.

-But you promised...

My colleagues in the government

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