Loft Page #2
I was sorry to hear what happened.
Well, some people are just
born unhappy, I suppose.
I still don't get it. We'd been
making big strides recently.
That last leap forward
wasn't exactly a success.
Ten floors. You didn't buy an
apartment here by any chance?
Excuse me?
No, I didn't.
The architect is a friend of mine.
- And you?
- Who, me? No.
I'm here with alderman Roijers.
I'm his personal assistant.
- Interesting.
- Not really, no.
I'm Ann. Ann Marai.
- I'm sorry about your sister.
- It runs in the family, I'm afraid.
- You do lots of stupid things?
All the time. You see, I have a
tendency to fall for the wrong guy.
Tom, there you are.
- Not your first party tonight, is it?
- No.
Let me introduce you to
two friends of mine. This is, uhm...
Oh, whatever... This is, uhm...
Can I borrow this guy for a minute?
A quick kiss. Step over here.
- Big brother's going to lecture me.
Hello, Barty.
- Kimmy's friends or are we babysitting?
- The marriage is still a month away.
You know I love Kimmy but how
can I pass up on all this candy?
- Good to see you guys.
I've got something to show you.
Just follow me, gentlemen.
The lift is impressive but I thought
we were here to see the loft.
- Just a minute, we're almost there.
- Watch it, you idiot.
That wasn't funny.
- So gentlemen, what do you think?
- Nice.
It's lovely.
When it's decorated
this will be a haven of peace.
Quiet, by the water, city view.
Your haven needs
a bit of work, though.
You can come here whenever you like,
with whomever you like.
Just imagine... wouldn't it be
fantastic to have such a place?
Your own cubbyhole, where you can...
steal time, as it were?
- Steal time?
- Do you think I should sell it?
- Would you like to keep it yourself?
- With a few friends maybe.
- To do what?
- Those girls in their skirts...
Are they... No, they're
not coming up here, are they?
Why don't you give me the keys so I
can show Tom's lady friends around.
Those birds are
pretty expensive, you know.
- You have to pay them?
- Why would we rent a loft here?
- I think you know what I mean.
- I do and I'm not like that.
You know that.
Neither is Rob, for that matter.
Aren't we all like that, really?
Or don't we all want to be like that?
If you say so...
You can read a pretty thick
newspaper here, you know, Bart.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Have a beer, Rob.
I have to get out. I can't do this.
I can't stay here.
Where are you going?
Stay here, prick.
We're in this sh*t together and
we're taking care of it together.
Easy, man. Let's not freak out.
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