This is Opdeinen. 40.000 inhabitants, founded in 1873 and the local centre.
When you say Opdeinen, you say bulbs.
Or Camping Oostappen which will be filled with tourists this week.
Jan van Bruggen is famous for something important he did ages ago. Then there's...
...the station...
...the town hall...
...the windmill...
...disco Paradise...
And last but not least, The Blue Vulture Hotel.
That's where you end up if you're totally untalented.
Not me. I'm the Good Son, you see.
I just graduated with marks anyone else can only dream of.
My father is my biggest fan.
You're an example to all those street kids, Nordip.
They make us ashamed. Like your brother Nadir.
Hey fake Mocro...
Congratulations on your diplomo... Homo!
Those chebab, the youth of today.
They're fed on milk and cheese and McDonald's hamburgers...
Full of fat! The French fries generation
No, I'm different...
Hey, Bounty. Black on the outside, white within.
Who needs marks if you can't get a chick?
Nordip can't dip his wick.
My father has big plans with me.
I have to do what he couldn't. I have to study medicine.
And those study points are doubled...
...so they count for the final result. This doesn't apply to the secondary subjects...
...that only half count so the final result can never be for an exemption.
I'm not interested in the least.
I don't know what I do want. But my father won't help me find out.
Sometimes I'd like a place to hide.
A place where you have plenty of time to think.
Someplace where they don't expect much of you.
SCHNITZEL PARADISE
Nordip! Up early?
Yes, I have a job. In the library.
Is good.
A job in the library is good.
God's blessed me with a son like that.
Can you work hard, Nordil? - Nordip, Madam.
Fine, fine.
It can be a worthwhile experience for you at the Vulture.
It's the world in small.
Look there, at that...
...screen.
Look there.
That's the pan corner.
You notice anything?
No.
There's no one there. You can't cook without clean pans.
Janet, send someone up.
Are you a sucker like all the others?
Are you sure you want to work here? Why?
Probably because you're too stupid to find work anywhere else.
Come with me.
You have to know your place in the kitchen! It's at the bottom.
This is the restaurant and customers. You don't talk to anyone.
You don't talk to anyone unless asked. All you do is obey.
You never refuse, never complain. No one takes account of you.
Your only task is to serve other people. If anything goes wrong, it's your fault.
If you do it right, don't bother telling me. Your world is clear and simple.
Here you're absolutely nothing.
Okay, here we go.
All you have to do is wash up.
That'll keep your hands full.
Don’t walk around asking what to do.
Just think of the worst task and do it.
Hey, stop it. Keep working.
Ali, what's wrong?
Is it too heavy? Need help?
Come with me.
You only have a break when I say so.
Stupid ass.
Hey Sander. Agnes should have been here half an hour ago.
Quit griping, stub that out and get to work.
Boss, boss...
We've got a new soap slime.
Hell, man.
And who might you be? - Nordip Dunya, sir.
Fancy some coffee, Nordil? - Nordip.
Please, lots of sugar.
Listen to me, Nordil...
The soap corner is yours.
I don't care how you do it, just get it all clean.
Wake me up when it's lunchtime. - Sure, boss.
"Sure boss."
Your turn, kid. Have fun.
Agnes...
Girl...
You're 15minutes too late. You can't do that. We're busy, Agnes.
Sorry, boss. It won’t happen again.
Sander, where's the stop-screw spanner? - The what?
That stop-screw spanner with serrated edges. There it is.
You bunch of halfwits! Vegetable soup, cod's liver and fish cake!
Seven schnitzels and a chicken picasso.
3 schnitzels, 2 chops with cream, sauce on the side!
But there aren't any bowls left!
Soap slime: Bowls!
Where's that knife? - What knife?
That boning knife.
What you do? You no touch.
My knife, not yours.
Wash!
Where are those bowls?
Sander: Mise en place for this evening.
Nordil!
Cream maker. Clean it.
What are you looking at?
Eh... Nothing, I...
Do you fancy me or something? - No. Not at all. I...
I'm busy with the...
Nordil! Get on with your work!
And check it's not blocked!
You have to press that button.
No, the top one.
Hey, that's my table. - Sorry.
No problem. You can sit there.
It's heavy work: Washing up.
No one appreciates.
They all think: That Nordil, he'll do it.
Nordip.
Nordil... - Dip...
Nordip!
I did it too.
Washy...
Washy glasses, washy plates...
Ali...
Nordip...
Nordil? - Dip...
Beautiful, beautiful.
I chose it by myself.
Who knows you better than me?
What do you think?
Beautiful.
It's really lovely, isn't it?
Nordip works in the library.
Just until he start studying.
He can prepare his studies. Read books, magazines, newspapers...
God has blessed me.
May they all be like him. A pearl among marbles.
He looks brilliant.
He's as solid as a rock. He'll succeed in this beautiful country.
May he be a shining sun to you. Pray for him, friend.
God will fight with him, help him, enlighten him.
Yours is the kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever Amen.
Thank you.
One Texas Grill, extra pineapple.
Vulture salad, no bacon, sauce on the side.
And 2 children's menu's sniff.
Nordip, why don't we do the washing up together?
DICKHEAD
Hey Sander. Where are those plates? - What plates?
With gold edges! - No plates with gold edges.
We did have but they're broken. - So is that my problem?
So what did you do with them? - Stuff your plates, stupid cow.
What do you think you're doing?
Calling Agnes names? - Thank you, boss.
What on earth is this?
Sole... tournedos...
They're cutlets, asshole.
You've worked here? - Four years.
You can't tell a cutlet from a tournedos?
You're heading for the soap corner.
What?
Nothing.
Really?
What if I do fancy you? - Bad luck for you.
You're not my type.
How do you know?
My parents wouldn't approve.
So what?
You're still not my type, Nordip.
At least you call me Nordip instead of Nordil.
Stop it, Nordil.
Don’t you need a woman for that? - Get lost, prick.
You need to be fit in a library? Are the books so heavy?
You missed.
Nordil, you forgot something.
Enjoy...
I was due for a break 15minutes ago.
Excuse me?
I'm on a break.
A break...
You gave him a break?
No, nor did I, Nordil.
There are two things.
You wash it or you drink every last drop.
What are we up to?
You have to give notice.
Stay here, Nordil.
Stay here... stay here.
You do as I say, understood?
Stop it!
Have you all gone crazy?
What a mess here. Does anyone really care about the Vulture?
I work here 22 hours a day, six days a week. And I hate my own schnitzels.
Nordil?
Are you alright?
Yes, madam.
Well, our guests are hungry. Back to work, please.
All of us. - Burn in hell, old witch.
Speak Dutch, no gibberish in my kitchen.
Hey...
Where are you going?
I've had enough of this childish crap.
Oh, so you just let them win?
Weakling.
Hey, nutcase.
Is there a leak in the library?
No, it's raining.
It's not raining at all.
Then there must have been a leak.
Is good.
A leak.
Hey, friend. Are you a Peeping Tom?
Peace, brother.
Amimoun and that's Mo.
I could swear, when you came in I said to him...
That guy won’t last three days here.
When I saw you with that shithead Sander...
Respect, man. Now I give you a... ...50-50 chance.
Forty!
A one in 40 percent chance of surviving here.
Listen to the golden tips from me and Mo.
Just listen good. - It's a fucking snake pit.
You need a coach and guide here. You know about backseat drivers and all...
We're the backseat drivers. Mo and me.
We know the place, we'll coach you.
You only have to listen and learn.
You don't know who to trust. All fucking rats.
So why do you work here?
Are you Ml5 or what?
No questions. Listen to me.
He's a Yugoslav.
Let's go.
I know what you think. You think I only work in the kitchen.
You think: Who does he think he is?
Just a snotty Mocro. If I had wanted to, I'd have been promoted long ago.
But I've got much bigger plans, my friend.
Once I've achieved that, I'll be a Super Mocro.
I'll buy this joint and Mrs. Meerman. She'll polish my shoes.
Bigmouth Sander? A chain round his neck and he's my guard dog.
Don’t let them get to you.
I swear with your own company...
...you get a big house in Marbella...
...a big yacht...
...with a navigation system, cruise control...
All that shit.
Great chick...
Sure, a great chick...
Hey speedy, slow down. You want a burnout?
You get paid by the hour.
Take it easy, chill out.
Choose your own tempo.
Always stretch...
Look at the big guys.
Bill Gates, Berlusconi, Donald Trump.
You think they work themselves into a sweat?
Always delay, but never make it obvious.
Especially with that Sander.
What's up, Rocky?
You do it, then.
One hand, man.
I just slipped.
Count, man. Count.
Snotty. He wants to succeed Willem.
He thinks he can be boss.
You must be joking. Cauliflowers are cleverer.
If he can be boss, I'll be emperor.
With his moustache! He thinks he's Mr. Vulture!
I bet he jerks off on Mrs. Meerman every night.
Yes, Mrs. Meerman! No, Mrs. Meerman! Piss in my mouth, please.
You think you're a smart Mocro...
Making sandwiches at the Vulture! What the fuck are you doing?
Showing Nordip the ropes. - Did anyone ask you?
Sander, I think you're my son.
Once I fucked a hippo and you look just like her.
The day I become boss, I'll kick you and your ugly miscarriage out.
Get it, fucking Moroccan? - That's discrimination. I'll report you.
You can? - Yes.
Report... - Report.
Suckers. Take in the meat inside.
"When I'm boss, I'll kick you out!"
When I'm boss, I'll kick him so hard he won't even hit the ground.
Stop, stop...
Never eat what you didn’t prepare yourself.
Never trust no one.
What a crap joint. Even the cheese is irritating.
You open it.
Your nails are dirty. Give it back...
Hey, you're drooling.
You can forget her.
How come?
She's related to Meerman. - A niece.
Niece, sister, aunt... all family. - Niece!
You're a nance.
What's your problem? - Hey...
So Agnes is Meerman's niece?
Don't you believe me? You try being late, my friend.
Why does she work here?
Who knows. Maybe she wants a real Mocro.
Aren't I a real Mocro?
No chance. A real Mocro has balls.
You know: Huge balls.
If your balls meet real Mocro balls they'd run a mile.
You're weird. - You're much too soft.
You see that in nature.
The biggest beast gets the most chicks.
What do you mean?
I studied psychology.
You only signed up.
I got the books, asshole! - Me too.
Who am I talking to? You have an IQ from the Stone Age.
A real Fred Flintstone. Eat up, asshole.
He can't even write his name.
You can't even open the cheese. Just tear the corner.
I'll open you! Tear your pants, tramp!
One, two, rap! Stop before I stuff something else in.
Hi Nordil...
Turks over there. Eat there. Immigrant.
Can I get you a coffee? - No thanks.
No milk, lots of sugar?
Bad mannered pig.
Is that how you brought you up?
Brother. That library of yours...
Does it still leak?
Yes, thousands of books have been lost.
Oh, what a terrible waste!
Bring some books home. - Why books?
Books for Mum. - Why books for Mum?
She has to learn Dutch. Dutch books. Textbooks.
That's all right. Bring textbooks for Dad.
You have to be a member.
A member? Why a member? He works there.
Hey, Agnes...
You're late again. - Sorry.
Never mind. You know I won’t say a word.
By the way, what are you doing tomorrow?
We could go out to dinner.
What are you staring at, asshole? This isn't a resthome. Work!
Schnitzels.
Goran, these are medallions. I asked for schnitzels.
Yes, schnitzels. - These are medallions, not schnitzels.
Schnitzel!
Can you manage? - No.
No, sorry...
Hurry up!
Going camping?
Where are we going? - Never mind, hurry.
Light it. - You have to suck, bitch.
Light it before I throw you from the roof, faggot.
What's going on?
Labor inspectors. All illegal immigrants, children and the rest on the roof.
But you’re not illegal, are you?
No, we're taking a break.
This land is flat, Nordil. Real flat. I hate that.
Always the cars. Always the clouds.
Always the...
Polder? - Yes. Hate that too!
Nordip!
Nordip! I said your name right.
It's deep!
Nordil. - Dip!
Dip... - Yeah, deep!
Hey! You're greedy. You want too much. - Hand over.
Hey...
About this afternoon...
That wasn’t very clever.
What d'you mean? - Well...
It's not possible.
I can cycle along with you, can't I?
No, sorry.
Mo!
This salad isn't salad. You call this salad?
Again and get it right this time.
I'd have enough. - She hit someone.
Not again, Claudia. - It was the same creep as last year.
Count to 10 and pretend nothing happened.
They're crazy. Rotten salmon, hard bread, bad water and they want schnitzels.
Schnitzels? They ordered schnitzels?
No. - Well then!
They ordered sole, they get sole. Go tell them.
No way.
I should care. Sander, throw 10 schnitzels on.
I have 7 tickets waiting. - Stuff them. Do as I say.
Claudia, clear the buffet. - I'm taking a break.
Claudia...
Three coaches entering the car park! - Mo... Mo!
Nordil!
Help Agnes today!
Knock up the salad... - I'll knock up your mother!
Nordil... - What about the pans?
Shall I tell you what to do with the pans?
Schnitzels!
I'm a nice guy. - I'm sure you are, but I have to work.
Excuse me, an announcement from the kitchen.
Agnes, get back there.
Me? - Yes, important work.
Right then, we're out of schnitzels. It's rush-hour. You get fish.
Anyone against? Any hands?
No, fine. Good afternoon.
This guy's crazy: "We're out of schnitzels".
Gone! - Table 3's going wild.
Bus 1 wants to pay, an old lady fell over and what's going on?
Okay everyone!
You have 30 minutes! Cooking is war!
Hey Nordip.
Are you coming too?
Me? - Yes, you.
Where to? - To Paradise.
If the Vulture's all there is, we'll go crazy.
All right.
Ladies...
Where does this trip take us?
To Paradise. - To Paradise! And the cycling Mocro?
They'll never let him in.
I know the doorman. - Nice friends you have.
Do we want to come too? Of course we'll come.
Hey guys! We're going to Paradise!
In you go.
Hey, chocolate chip... Where are you going?
I don’t mind solaria, but this is too much.
You think we'll get in? - Of course we will.
They should be glad we want to come in.
We have to chill and look him straight in the eye.
If he refuses me, he'll regret it.
What? - I'll kick him all over.
He's big. - Big? Big means nothing, man.
They're all slow. If he refuses me, very relaxed and then action!
What's all this?
What are we doing?
Party?
Sorry... sneakers.
So what?
What does it say?
No sneakers. - Exactly. Move aside.
Stop him! He's wearing sneakers!
He's a member! - Member?
We want to join. Where can we register?
During office hours...
Hey Eric... They're with me.
Okay. No knives or other weapons?
I don’t need knives. I have a bodyguard! - Don’t make any jokes, or you're out.
All four of them?
They won’t bite.
Yes, all four! - Come on.
In you go.
One moment.
I'll break him in half!
Two euro? Is this a dry cleaner? I could buy you and this joint for 2 euro!
Cheers. - Bottoms up.
I hate dancing.
Go and dance. It's good for you, Goran!
Do some moves. Score some chicks. Go on.
Grab them.
Hanging on the bar?
Scared of the chicks? - No, scared of Goran.
The illegal boogie woogie.
Hey sucker, you want me dead?
You want a drink? - No thanks.
Dance? - No.
Hey Sander. Maybe Goran wants to dance with you?
Get affright, eh?
Nice move! She's pretty cool, this blonde.
Hey, bon giorno bella!
I'm Gino.
Italian, from Milan...
Sigaretto?
I'm very Dutch, I skimp on cigarettes.
You're not Dutch, you're a lesbo!
Behave yourself, man.
She's a witch. She flew in on a broomstick.
That cost 8 euro! I'm not with the Salvation Army!
Get lost, snotty Mocro!
Ladies, it's party time!
Want a drink?
Same again?
Ali? Beer?
Same again please, and a beer.
Why do you work at the Vulture? - As punishment.
Can I have another?
One more please.
Punishment? - That's how it feels.
Start at the bottom, you know.
At the bottom?
I have to take over the Vulture.
No! - I do.
You want to? - No.
Dance? - Yes.
So why do it?
As a Meerman, I have to go into the business, whether I want to or not.
You could say no.
No, if my father makes up his mind, I can't change it.
My father's the same. I have to study medicine.
I don't want to.
That's sorted.
He thinks I work in a library.
I'll have to tell him - And then?
I don't know.
I'm turning left.
I'll take you home. - You don’t need to.
I do. - Okay.
Nice house...
Yeah thanks.
Well, I'm going.
Bye... - Bye.
You don’t need to do that. You're late.
Go on.
God be with you.
Morning, salem, buenas dias.
Good morning, Sander.
Wow, your eye!
In Serbia you win if you hurt the other one more.
Hi Claudia. - Hi.
Is Agnes coming today? - Sure, but late.
Mrs. Meerman is asking for you.
Meerman...
Trouble!
Meerman? That's shit, man
If you need me, just call. Okay?
Who needs you, man?
No one needs you!
Where are you going Nordil? - Nordip.
You're an attractive man...
Come in.
Here you are. Sit down.
I underestimated you, Nordil.
Nordip, Madam. Why?
I just spoke to Willem.
He sees something in you.
And so do I.
What d'you mean?
You can leave the washing-up. Move to the stove.
Cooking, frying. This is your big day Nordil.
You're being promoted to assistant chef. - But I can't cook.
Then you'll have to learn.
One of you has it has to be a cook.
It's good for the image.
You're obviously the best.
Thank you Mrs. Meerman...
I'd rather wash up. - Wash up?
I'm giving you a chance, Nordil.
But you can go back to your friends in the community centre if you like.
What about the pans?
That's been arranged.
Nordil...
Nordil, you are...
You are a...
I'm really pleased with this, are you?
Prick, lift, pull towards you.
Easy as pie.
Lift and pull towards you.
Lift, pull... Just like sewing.
Lift, pull. That's just fine.
You have talent.
I'm going to get drunk.
Keep working!
You thought you could just do this?
This isn't your place. You belong with the other apes.
I'm watching you.
You're late again, Agnes. - Sorry.
Three guesses who's taking a break now?
Claudia!
Nordil, where are you going?
Hey, Agnes! - Not here.
Why can't anyone see us? - What d'you think?
If my parents find out, they'll go wild. You don’t want that.
Nordip!
Come here.
What are you doing here?
What d'you mean?
What are you doing here?
Working...
Not here. You don’t belong here. Go away.
I need time to... - Time?
Why?
...to think.
Think! Don't think, do.
Otherwise you'll be like them.
You’re more than that. You can do more.
Go! Get out of here.
Last time I was home...
...they put a pistol to my head...
...you know what they said?
You're leaving...
...or you get the bullet.
So I left.
There's a bullet for everyone.
For you too.
But you have to see it coming.
Go.
Nordil, things are looking up. I respect you.
You're a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Good tactics. Suck up to the Mocros, lick up Mrs. Meerman.
Clever guys.
Now make friends with Sander.
And you’re made. - Good work.
Mo!
Say, Agnes.
Shall we just leave?
Where to?
I dunno. Just leave.
I wish we could.
Then why not?
Very clever. Come on, get dressed.
Nordip!
Hey stop it!
Shall we get married? - What kind of question is that?
I mean it. I'll get on my knees.
Dearest Agnes...
...will you marry me?
No!
Really! - I'll go first. Come in 5 minutes.
God help me.
God gave me two sons. A liar and a traitor.
My son works in the Blue Vulture.
Now listen carefully, Nordip.
I won't hit you.
But my hands are itching to cuff you round the ear.
Dad! - Dad what?
Don't you have any respect?
Not for anything?
He says he works in the library!
And he's studying!
But what's he doing?
Working in the Blue Vulture!
I changed my mind. - What? Come again?
I'm not going to study.
What? - I'm not going to study.
You see?
Your son has gone completely mad.
But what do you want?
Something different. - Different?
Listen, Nordip. Listen good!
I am still your father.
If I say you become a doctor, you will.
That's that.
Period.
This is Agnes. I'm not available right now. Speak a message after the...
This is Nordip. You're not there.
This afternoon I was joking. You know that.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Thank you, asshole.
"You're an example!
"An example to all the street kids like your brother Nadir."
Asshole!
1.30, I'll get the key. Agnes xxx!
What's the matter?
My father knows I work here.
Shit, and? - That's bad.
Then you'll want to see something funny.
Just a sec.
Wait a minute. Won't be long.
Ready? - Yes.
This is awful...
I can’t walk around like this. Disgusting.
So why wear it?
I don't have any choice.
Nordil, man...
Where were you? - I was helping Agnes.
You're a really good donkey.
You're a thoroughbred.
Always working...
Never complaining or making a mess. Very classy.
You, Nordil...
...are my kind of guy.
He's an example to you.
Look at that bunch of halfwits.
Young people today...
They have no respect!
All that rubbish on television.
Weaklings! Botchers!
They want to get on in the Vulture.
Build a career!
Hey, Sander.
Lick upwards, kick downwards...
Sound familiar?
Prick!
Have a drink my friend.
Medicine
I want you to say it.
Nordip, that's impossible. - I've had enough.
Are you ashamed of me?
Just imagine: "So you're going out with a dishwasher?"
I'm not a dishwasher! - No, but you are Moroccan.
Shit!
What? - Now they'll find out.
What's the difference? - I told you.
You have no idea what it’s like.
Fuck your family.
Silence everyone.
Radio off.
Radio off! - Turn it off.
I've got good news and bad news.
The Meermans have their annual meeting tomorrow.
It was to be elsewhere, but they had the brilliant idea of holding it here
Fuck. - Shut up.
That means tomorrow...
I don't want to hear: "I'm not well. Boss. Can I have the day off, boss?"
We need all hands on deck.
Tomorrow at 11.
Your schnitzel's burning.
Hey, Nordilly...
Mrs. Meerman wants to see you.
Good luck.
I am not talking here as your boss.
But as a person.
You're sacked.
Have you read Romeo and Juliet?
Don’t bother.
It's all misery.
Mrs. Meerman. - Call me Nina.
You'll get a month’s salary. We're no vultures here.
Pack up and go.
You can see I'm disappointed.
Agnes is a clever girl.
A real Meerman.
You think so?
Let me put it this way.
I sent her home to think.
Tomorrow she starts as my assistant. She seemed quite enthusiastic.
The innocence of youth.
Forget all these romantic ideas.
Let's start afresh.
Without you, Nordil... - Nordip.
I never want to see you again.
Fucking asshole.
Who do you think you are? Pukey little twat.
Did you make this?
What d'you think it tastes like?
Shall I help?
D'you know what it tastes like?
It tastes like shit.
You like shit, fuckwit?
So why make it?
I have news for you, piss stain.
You're sacked.
Get out of here. - What?
Golden handshake and get lost.
Now you've got balls!
Why are you lying there, sucker?
I was sacked.
Sacked? You should be glad for those few cents.
It wasn’t that. - What was it?
A girl...
A chick? You?
Don't make me laugh!
What's her name? - You don't know her.
Come on, I know everyone.
Her name.
Agnes.
Agnes. That one from...
What about Agnes?
The boss's niece.
Is she white? - Yes.
Racists.
And now?
I don't know.
You're a man. Don’t let them fuck you.
Here's what you do. Go to Moos, he'll arrange a scooter.
Get 3 roses from the flower market. Red, white and blue, means horny.
You go to the cinema. A romantic film.
Find a nice spot at sunset. Read a poem.
I'll get it from the net.
I've got a hard on already.
Shit. I'll do it myself. Fuck you, you loser.
Dad?
What?
I stopped working at the Vulture.
You turned sensible.
But I'm not going to study medicine.
What will you do then?
I don't know.
I'm going away for a while. But it'll be all right.
Cook! - Cook in training.
Good to see you, tramp.
Has anyone seen Agnes?
Have you come to work? - No.
You're right. Only suckers work here.
Nordip, my boy. Where have you been?
Have you seen Agnes?
Downstairs with the Meermans.
Willem, the leg of lamb is tough.
I always make them that way.
For the customers, not for us.
Nordil?
Hey, wait a minute. Nordil?
Nordil... Open the door.
You're such a beautiful man.
Who's that?
Nordip Dunya, sir.
Agnes, we talked about this. Tell him to go.
Does it have to be now? - Yes.
You're annoying me and my daughter. I want you to leave.
You're annoying us, now leave.
Sorry, Dad.
Agnes!
That Nordip deserves it.
I'd have had Agnes years ago if I wanted.
You ugly ape!
Me, ape? You'll be on the grill with your bare ass!
Hi, I'm Yahya Gaier and I played Mo.
Linda van Dyck and I was Nina Meerman.
Sucker.
I'm Mimoun Oaissa and I play Amimoun.
Played!
I am Gürkan Küçüksentürk.
I'm Porgy Franssen.
Micha Hulshof.
Tygo Gernandt.
That guy won’t last three days here.
He's no... Shit!
Shit... One more time.
Coach... Mo and I will... Fuck!
Sorry I said Mo.
I'm Anniek Pfeiffer.
Erik Koller.
Ton Kas.
If he can be the boss, I can be the fucking emperor.
Fucking sunglasses.
Shall I tell you what to do with the pans?
I'm Frank Lammers and who did I play, Martin?
Willem!
Clever guy.
Just as he said. Make friends with that Sander.
One sentence!
Only suckers work here.
I am Nasar Karib and I play Nordip's mother.
Who do you think you are? You pukey piddle...
Roel Voorbij and I play Thijs.
Casper Knipscheer. I played Ido.
Sanne Vogel...
I'm Ruben van der Meer and I'm the doorman.
I want you to leave...
...and I forgot my lines.
Who's that?
My name is Mohammed Chaara and I played Nadir.
Filthy Nazi.
Do use this shot.
I am Sabri Saad El Hamus...
You're an example...
Minne Ouasimma.
Aloui Ahmid.
Ahmed Salah.
If anything goes wrong, it's your fault. If you do it right, don't bother telling me.
And the cable's run out.
I haven't got a clue.
Hi, I'm Bracha van Doesburgh and I played Agnes.
Mounir Valentyn.
Very good. Got it.
I swear it. Cooking is a craft.
What?
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