Noordzee, Texas Page #3

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room. Tell your brother.

Does she speak Dutch?

You don't even know that?

Plenty of rest, say the doctors.

Get Pim a drink.

Fortunately I still have my

daughter, now that Gino has left.

The house has become so very big.

He moved in with her.

They both work at a

restaurant in Dunkerque.

Washing dishes? Mopping the floor?

I don't know.

- He didn't even come to the hospital.

- Gino doesn't like hospitals.

Well, I'm off.

Pim.

That tienne. What was he

thinking, bloody idiot?

At the hotel in Lille, I

gave him a little pleasure.

I was in good spirits.

But it mustn't happen again.

When we came back from Dunkerque,

he parked his car in a picnic area.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself.

I bit him.

Mom, come inside, you'll catch cold.

Yes.

Mirza. Mirza.

Zoltan.

You're here.

Hello, Yvette.

I'm back.

Pim will show you the room.

You can hang your clothes

here, on the hooks.

You grew.

That's normal, I'm sixteen.

Did you give Zoltan a clean towel?

A bath towel, yes.

The money is welcome.

He's already rented the room.

He was only a boy then.

He's a man now.

Finally we can take

down the damn posters.

The room is rented, Franoise.

You still drink red wine?

- Zoltan.

- Pim.

Pimmie.

I remember.

Pimmie.

Shall I play a tune for

you gentlemen? A waltz.

Mirza!

Where were you all night?

Well, friend. Little rascal.

You can have bread.

There's still some jam.

I'll clean it up.

It's Friday. I'm going out.

Hush.

He'll be back.

Hi, Pim. Your mother works today?

She works.

What do you want to

drink? Some grenadine?

He's probably a Romanian.

No, he's a Bulgarian

in search of happiness.

Grenadine.

Why doesn't he sleep in the caravan,

near the bumper cars?

Oh, what does he know about it, Pim?

Here. It's on the house.

And when the fair leaves,

is he going to stay?

Better a big car than a big guy, Julien.

Life's short enough as

it is. You be quiet, now.

Tonight, spaghetti.

Then you know more than me.

Pimmie? A towel, please.

Ok.

There's vanilla ice cream for dessert.

- Dessert?

- Yes, dessert.

The Cologne Fair, it's worth seeing.

Pimmie, you wouldn't believe your eyes.

It's very large, there's always work.

We'll play this tomorrow.

You are my audience.

Yeah?

Gino.

Yeah.

Ok, what...

Sabrina.

Sabrina is smitten with you.

I can see it. She's crazy about you.

But you already know that.

You're going to be seventeen, Pimmie.

Seventeen.

You gotta...

We both gotta...

Sometimes you have to make choices.

I was going to tell you about Franoise.

Pimmie, wait.

We can still be friends.

We were children. Kids.

It was a game.

Imagine:
You and Sabrina.

It would be fantastic.

I'm leaving. The next fair in Cologne,

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