De wederopstanding van een klootzak Page #4
I can make you an omelette
with basil and bread.
Thanks.
Can I help?
- Any cooking skills?
- None.
Come on then.
Break these eggs
and put them in the bowl.
Accident?
Yes.
Beat them gently.
I came close to dying.
When I woke up in hospital
it was as if I...
...crawled back into a wet and sandy sock.
How do you feel now?
Like a peeled shrimp.
With no shell?
That's right.
Cut two pieces of bread.
And butter them.
A bit more generous.
Can I?
Really wonderful.
The mystery of life...
...is hidden in the visible and tangible.
That's what I believe.
Ronnie?
Ronnie?
Oh no!
Why does this sh*t always happen to me?
You bunch of goatfuckers!
- Ronnie?
- Yeah, hi.
Sh*t, your cat died.
I'm about to bury it.
My condolences, I guess.
Thanks.
I'm sorry, but do you know
where Ronnie is?
He borrowed my bike
to go to the sea.
He said:
Tell my friend not to worry.Did he say that? Friend?
Over there.
He's up on the dike.
- It's over.
- I didn't hear anything.
I mean it's enough.
- What do you mean?
- It's finished, Sientje.
Enough? What are you talking about?
Is that what you'll tell Marnix?
Your Mum is dead
and Grandpa thought it was enough?
- Keep your voice down or he'll hear us.
- So what?
Get in the car now.
Coward.
You coward.
You did it only a month ago.
That was then.
It felt like destiny then.
The very first time he left his lair,
and everybody dressed in white.
But he survived.
That's when the doubts came.
It's not about this man.
It's not about this man.
It's about us.
Saartje will never come back.
Goddammit!
Sientje!
Sientje!
Don't touch me.
Turn around.
- I don't know you.
- I don't know you, but I know who you are.
My daughter just came to get a fridge
and a lounge suite.
- What?
- And you beat her to death.
- Me?
- And you don't even f***ing know it.
Only because she defended a child.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Minne. Minne's not well.
Minne!
Give me your glove.
Keep breathing.
Let go of my husband.
The resurrection of a
BASTARD:
When I feel bad...
...I've always got my music.
It makes me feel closer to my father.
I thought I was safe here.
But now I know...
...that in the land of the Frisians...
...a tree is not a safe place.
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