Frits en Freddy

Synopsis: Frits and Freddy Frateur make their living as Bible salesmen, but suffer difficulties due to the economic crisis. When ringing the doorbell of Carlo Mus, who is under surveillance by the secret service for fraud, both men are laughed at while closing the door. This is one step too far for the Frateur brothers. Violently, they invade the luxurious villa. They hurt the rude man but flee when the alarm sounds. Being no trouble for Mus to locate the Frateur brother, he finds revenge. But Frits and Freddy now feel humiliated and seek revenge once more. Once again they break in, but now they kidnap the wife of the household: Gina.
Genre: Comedy
89 min

There's no one home.

Ah, someone's coming.

Good afternoon, sir.

The world is in a bad way.

A very bad way.

People no longer love their fellow man.

There's no more trust in the world.

They're afraid.

- So? What are we gonna do about it?

We'd like to talk to you.

- About God.

I don't think I've got time for that.

What d'you mean?

- Which bit don't you understand?

Oh, right. Sir hasn't got time

to talk about God.

D'you understand this bit?

- Freddy!

You have to make time for Our Lord.

I wouldn't do that if I were you, or

I'll put such a big hole in your guts

your shit'll be plastered all over

your neighbours' walls!

What? There's no dough here?

You're lying through your teeth.

- I never lie.

Don't you? So how did you get rich then?

With lies and deceit!

Because, let me tell you,

honest people don't get rich.

They don't even win the lottery.

And d'you know why?


You tell him.

How am I supposed to know?

What about dirty money?

You must have some of that somewhere.

I don't believe this.

Everyone with a villa's got dirty money.

You can't fool us.

You know you can't buy a pile like this

without dirty money, eh?

Exactly. I've spent it all.

Think we're bloody funny, do we?

You're going about this

the wrong way, Mr Villa Man.

The wrong way. D'you know what? I'm

gonna take a look for myself, you poser.

Is that your old woman?

- What's it to you?

She doesn't look like a pushover,

does she?

Mr Carlo Mouse... Is that you?

Mouse? What a funny name!

Carlo Mouse.

It sounds like

some character from a cartoon.

Oh my God, what's that? Is that a dog?

Bloody look at it!

D'you dare be seen with that?

A big hulk like you standing next

to a bag of fleas like that

waiting for it

to have a piss and a crap.

You must make yourself look

a right laughing stock.

Oh man! Don't you think

that thing's revolting?

Turn that off. I said turn that off.

Let's get out of here.

The cops'll be here in a minute.

Funny, is it?

Fuckin' hell! Did you close the gate?

Yeah, I thought it'd be easier

if we had to make a quick get away!

Come on.

- Hey, hold on.

Now what?

- Jump.

You're joking!

- Stay there then.

There's one out already. Over.

Hold your positions.

I repeat, hold your positions. Over.

Don't worry, we will.

What's the location of number 2? Over.

- He's still stuck on top of the gate.


- Yeah, yeah. Wait a minute.


I'll drive.

- Why?

Because I said so, dammit!

A red Daf car, number plate

India Foxtrot Delta 681.

They're back.

- They were gone a long time today.

Haven't they seen you yet?

- I think they have.

Are they waving?

- Yeah.

Mangy mongrel.

Piss off!

Well, this is fun.

Cat got your tongue again?

What would you have done

if that poser had had a gun?

Shot him, of course.

- Oh, right.


- Without any bullets?

It wasn't loaded, dickhead.

- Who says so?

I do.


I took all the bullets out yesterday.

Cos you're a fuckin' psycho.


- Yes, you.

D'you realise you put our lives

in danger this morning, Frits?

I don't remember agreeing

that you'd take it with you.

I can't hear you, Freddy.

- He wouldn't have let us in otherwise.

Maybe, but then we would've just

gone next door.

They were rolling in it too.

- What if I'd had to defend myself?

I'd have looked a right jerk.

Your money or your life.

Oh dear!

It wasn't my fault.

You'd removed the bullets!

What did I just say?

- What?

You're a fuckin' psycho!

Bloody dog.


Freddy, no... Bloody hell, Freddy.

He won't be pissing on our car any more.

- Did you have to do that?

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