Too Fat Too Furious

Here you are, Mast.

I have something for you.

You might already have it.

I quite like it. Open it.

Boy.

You really shouldn't have.

Here... Look...

It's for your birthday.

Look, you can use it for coffee too.

Thanks, son.

I'll make good use of it.

Very good, son.

Nothing's more important

than your health.

Okay. Drive. Go, go, go!

Don't hang about.

Drive, drive, drive...

Bennie?

Dammit. What can we do? F*ck...

What have you done now?

I said:
Straight through the front,

not in the plants!

Let's get out of here. Dammit.

- Don't go. Don't go. Come and help.

Bennie, boy.

There's 400 grand here that I could've

had in my pocket. I won't forget this.

Mast!

- Bennie!

TOO FAT TOO FURIOUS

Hey Bennie! Bennie.

They let you out at last?

Turn off the f*cking noise.

I don't want to hear that loser either.

Now reverse.

Bennie, they let you out at last?

No. I'm fetching soap for the warder.

I say, Bennie. About that debt of yours.

I have a job...

I'm not interested. Five years is enough.

Give me my snack bar.

I don't think so. Unless

you want it to have wooden drapes.

No, it's not closing.

- No? You want to bet?

Chuck him out.

This is my cousin Vuck.

He's pretty good with electricity.

He can work on your snack bar.

He can connect things up.

I don't need your Vuck.

His mother's worried about him.

So he's going to work for you

until you've done my job.

I'll see you tomorrow

at the first meeting.

Off we go.

Oh that's right, Ben. Welcome home.

F*cking Turk!

Where did you buy your driver's license?

Uzbekistan?

The crust looks firm.

And the mushy peas contrast beautifully.

Bennie...?

We thought

you would be released tomorrow...

Where's my snack bar?

Here...

We baked a quiche specially...

You were away five years...

...and eight months.

People want something different.

So Peter did a cookery course

in quiches...

This is Vuck.

He's into electricity.

Electricity? There's nothing

wrong with that.

There is now.

Where's Mast?

Why didn't Mast come to fetch me?

Bennie?

Eh, that's my car. Is it for me?

It's for you.

What's the matter?

It's the liver.

I only have a few weeks.

It's all over, Bennie.

There's one thing

you can do for me, Bennie.

I never told you, but...

...I have another son...

When I was flying the Tokyo run,

I got involved with a stewardess.

She was pretty crazy.

We had a great weekend.

A few months later

she told me she was pregnant.

You know how these things go.

His name is Koen.

I've never seen him.

She was so crazy.

I only have this photo of him.

And now you want Bennie

to go and fetch him.

Yes, I don't have much time.

Where is Koen?

- Belgium.

Yes, but where?

- You heard him, in Belgium.

In Lige...

In jail...

A couple of unpaid parking fines.

I don't think you gentlemen understand.

This is a hospital.

Are you allowed to smoke in a hospital?

Now get lost, go on.

Get out.

I'd love to see him, Bennie.

Hello, Mr Mast.

Does it hurt when I press here?

Hey! You!

My father just told me

he's been given up.

You said you can't do anything?

Not much.

Unfortunately Mr Mast is not eligible

for an organ donation.

Come again?

Mr Mast is in very bad shape...

- He didn't have an easy life.

I'd like to see you at his age.

Shut up, man!

I'm talking to the doctor!

You see, there just

aren't enough donors.

I can have a few tramps

run over in no time.

The donor has to have the same

blood type. Preferably a relative.

I am a relative.

But you weren't the real son, were you?

You were adopted, weren't you?

And if you donate your liver, you'll die.

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