Schneider vs. Bax Page #2

But Cato isn't here, is she?

You are. You have to help me.

You're my father.

You're not being clear, girlie.

You don't say what you want.

Suddenly, you're f***ing with me.

Is it strange that I get mad?

Is it strange?

That's my question.

How often did I hit you all in all?

Twenty times?

Let's say twenty-five.

Over a period of two years.

Is that so bad?

But what did you get in exchange?

We don't talk about that.

I pulled you out of the sh*t.

Out of 100% pure sh*t.

Don't be afraid.

I want you to show yourself

and I don't want you to scream...

...and I don't want you to cry,

but I want you to say: "Sorry, Bolek."

Go.

I'll take your hand, I'll give you

a kiss and then we'll go.

Go to him, kiss him and

leave this building.

I'm not going to look

for you, Gina.

- He'll hurt me.

- I don't think so.

If you don't show yourself,

I'll leave.

If he'll try anything,

I'll step in.

- He's armed.

- Forever, baby!

Go.

Come in my arms, Gina.

Ah, there you are.

Are you going to stay there?

- What will you do?

- What I promised. I'll give you a kiss.

- I don't know, Bolek.

- I give you a chance to make amends.

Come on, baby.

I have more things to do today.

Light punishment is appropriate,

don't you think?

This is all very inconvenient,

did you know that?

- Why did you run in here?

- I was able to open this door.

Who's the a**hole?

- A friend.

- You mean a pimp.

- What were you two doing in this area?

- Nothing.

- I don't even know which city this is.

- Where did you come from?

- From Culemborg.

- That's an hour's drive.

So you spent an hour in a car

without knowing where you were going?

He went to see a business contact.

I just kept him company.

You just kept him company?

We had an argument.

I got out of the car at a traffic light.

Where is that car?

Why don't you smoke a joint?

That'll calm you down.

- It's like medication.

- I need a bit more to feel better.

I understand, but if you want to feel

better, you'll first have to calm down.

Hashish makes me paranoid.

It's just a light, friendly weed.

No thanks, dad.

I'll try two more things.

Mogadon, a sedative.

No.

It's a sleeping pill. It makes you fat.

Do you want me to get fat?

- Rohypnol then.

- That's also a sleeping pill.

- Did I come here to sleep?

- Why not? A nap will do you good.

- I'm trying to help you.

- With drugs!

- Is that all you have to offer?

- A bowl of muesli then?

- Are you making fun of me?

- Yes, definitely.

You don't want to be helped.

You're quite happy to be in the sh*t.

Come on, Francisca. I care about you,

but I'm not a psychiatrist.

You don't ask anything. You don't want

to know. You're not interested in me.

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