De Helleveeg

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THE FURY:

We nicknamed my aunt "Tiny Scrub".

But never said it to her herself.

Aunt Tiny got her cloths

from the humpback.

Handmade by the prison inmates.

If Aunt Tiny didn't like something,

she would be ruthless.

Once, when she was caught smoking...

...she forgot that her apron

was man-made fibre.

Her experimental toothpaste

had been a free gift...

...and she'd rather have inflamed gums

than throw half of it away.

My mother was Tinvs sister.

1 often stayed with my grandparents.

Aunt Tiny knew

lots of exciting stories.

Tiny was such a good liar

that she believed her own fibs.

Only years later I discovered

why she had such an odd character...

...and what had motivated her

a her We.

Tiny!

Tiny!

The slave is called to the job

but this slave stays in bed.

Let the tyrants make their own coffee.

Young Albert, where are you?

Do you know where Tiny is?

Must we discuss it again?

- We've never discussed it decently.

Talk decently about something indecent?

Not in front of the boy.

You go and see if grandpa's cigars

are in his coat pocket.

And if they're not,

go and find them upstairs.

And hurry up.

What you've done is so disgraceful,

there are no words for it.

I'll shout it from the roofs.

I do have words for it.

And you'll only be sorry.

You're not going to the funfair

and that's it.

You know no limits. You're staying in.

Hear me? I'll say it once more:

You're staying here.

No cigars.

So, you've got big plans I see.

I have to hand in my whole salary

to those slave drivers.

But what I earn this way, I keep.

Young Albert is staying with us.

He can help with the lacing.

Here...

Don't you want a boyfriend?

They're scared of you,

did you know that?

Scared? Why?

- You slap them.

As a joke.

But you should see your face

when you pinch someone.

OK, I won't pinch or slap again.

Young Albert, want a cigarette?

- No.

You're Hasje van der Serckt, aren't you?

Off to where?

- Amsterdam.

Amsterdam no less.

Did you get fed up,

house painting with Verstegen?

Yes.

So you're going to be an artist?

Get in, we'll give you a lilt

in the right direction.

What's got into the lad?

Oh, we've seen much worse than this.

I've come to see how Hasje is doing.

Is he gone?

- Yes.

He'd be a good match.

You can see him as often as you like.

Only in the house of course.

Not much progress, is there?

Is this where you are?

- Well spotted.

Wasn't Henneman here?

- He's gone, it's off.

Is it off?

It's off.

- What?

It's off. I have no more to say about it.

At last there's a good man,

a superintendent to be...

Tiny, you never learn for God's sake.

Hello... It's off.

- Off?

Broke it off with Henneman.

- Be free to meddle.

I can't go home, I'm helping Aunt.

Don't let this one go

or I'll never get you another one.

And don't you hit or pinch him either.

He's worth his weight in gold.

I hope he's as fat as a pig.

Still got a headache, young Albert?

Come and I'll take you out.

No wonder you've got a headache:

all those letters! They would blind me.

I want to marry him.

So you're a hotel porter.

That means you're dependent

on a tip here and there.

On top of my regular wages.

I know they don't amount to much...

...but the tips do add up.

It's not a secure job.

- Very insecure.

There's always a chance of promotion.

I want to end up being the manager.

Then you won't be in a draught.

Tiny, how serious is it between you?

We are intending to get engaged.

Isn't that a bit hasty?

An engagement is fine,

but she can't marry until she's twenty.

She's eighteen.

We've always agreed that she wouldn't

leave home until she's twenty.

Tell him the reason why.

We never will.

Then I'll tell him.

- You'll do nothing of the kind.

If there's something I should know...

It is an engagement after all.

I'll tell you what: you get engaged

whenever you like, I pay for the party...

...and we keep quiet

about everything else.

Including why she can't marry

until she's twenty.

Or this other thing that Tiny mentioned.

So there we were. What a story, eh?

I'm getting all hot and bothered.

Hey, when I'm engaged

you can't come into my bed any more.

He doesn't want me to have other men in

my bed. You must see that, young Albert.

Tiny, get the coffee going.

Our Tiny is getting engaged.

I pay for the party and you're all invited.

Who to?

- Peter Walraven.

Pete the Porter.

He's always got cystitis

from being in the draught.

Whining on and on and on.

Just like that violinist.

He gets rat poison in his coffee.

No one will notice.

Only when he drops down dead.

But they won't know it's the coffee.

Have you got rat poison?

Won't he taste it?

- Not if I stir it well.

Otherwise it might taste funny.

But just don't say that as a visitor.

You say:
"That's a real nice cuppa."

And then he's under the table: dead.

I say, Tiny, are you getting engaged?

Nothing in my coffee. I drink it black.

As black as my dirty nails.

Nico is a funny guy.

He once threw a meatball straight into

the mouth of a man who was yawning.

He did.

- Yes, that's me all over.

He nearly choked to death on it.

For Christ's sake.

Tiny, what were you doing?

You want one of my shirts?

- They would never fit me.

That man Van Dartel hasn't left yet.

I should have let him drink the rat poison.

He'd have gone in the hearse by now.

Don't. Go away.

You stink.

I can't smell anything.

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