Crimi Clowns (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Als Twee Vlinders - full transcript

Sunday evening, November 6, 2011.

Burglary in the Saturn in Wilrijk.

Sunday night. Whiskey.

Coke and bitches.

And a problem named Jay.

Jay.

What do you think?

Jay ? A car accident ? - Yes...

We have to destroy it as soon as possible.

Wow.

Oh, here. Here are your friends.



uh-oh.

I've been thinking about that Cayenne again.

What are you asking for it?

50,000.

I'll give 25 for it. What do you think of 30,000?

40 ? - Are you going to sell it?

Not for 30. Maybe for 40.

35.

deal. The scratches will be removed by next week.

That is also far gone.

How's Amber?

Our Amber?

Good.

Is she still in a room in Leuven?



Yeah.

She is busy with exams for her bachelor's.

She no longer studies law?

Yes, bachelor in law, and then she can so 2 extra years for her masters.

That's what it's called now.

As long as the child has a name.

See...

Would he be in pain now?

Man, man, man.

Jay, my guy.

Who does such a thing?

Was he drugged?

You know that better than I do.

Did you go out?

Just went for a beer in town.

Did he use cocaine?

Not that I know. Maybe on the toilet.

He doesn't tell me that, does he, Jos.

He knows I'm not all for that.

Yea, it is well known that you are a saint.

Ronny, the Patron doesn't like you doing that here.

What ?

Sniffing powder.

That's why I do it this way, huh, Lou.

People are looking.

Old grannies look at everything, they have nothing else to do.

The Patron can see everything with those cameras.

That one doesn't work. It's there for show.

That camera does work. Yes. He sees everything on a monitor in the kitchen.

Oh please, dude.

Now I've finally got rid of Rachel's whining, and then you start.

And give me that watch. - No.

Toddler.

Look. The appetizers are mine.

That's sweet, honey.

Ronny, thanks again. You'll be satisfied.

I'll do anything you ask. Really everything.

But I already told Lou: shut up to the Patron. Okay ?

And ? Have we already made a choice?

What did talk about?

She'a allowed to come for an audition.

A waitress, a dog with a hat, as long as it's not that dwarf, ok?

Not as a clown. As a singer.

We don't need that, Lou. You're just horny for that chick.

Ronny... - Patron.

You leave my wife alone, or I will give you a beating

That you won't forget anytime soon

What ? - You heard me.

Me? - No, your mom.

That guy is paranoia, Lou.

That camera does work.

He thinks everyone wants to fuck him.

He has just eaten way too many bad mushrooms in his life.

Wesley, not here, boy.

For the amount he sniffed up his nose, swallowed and injected,

you don't want to know. - I know.

I think we should start looking for a new sponsor, Lou.

However you try to look at it, you always get issues with such scum

That retard is out of business within half the year, Lou

I can promise you that

Clean car, for a clown.

What's your problem, dude?

That you hit kids.

Oh, did those two morons come home crying?

I couldn't recognized them immediately with such swollen eyes.

What did those guys do to you?

You should be happy we were in a good mood, otherwise we would have killed them

Fuck off.

It may not be widely known,

but an unwritten law:

clowns and Moroccans, that doesn't really click.

Cheese.

Goddamnit. - Did they steal your wallet?

Fuck off. Or do you need a beating?

Should I be afraid now? Bald fuck.

Ronny.

Stop, stop. it's okay.

What number is this? - Seventeen.

Number seventeen.

A badly hurt one.

No. Fallen with his bicycle. But rather ugly.

yes.

Thank you.

God damn it, it's totally messed up. Do you know what I paid for that?

Too much. Used once and already broken.

Those mobsters have some god damn money in their pockets.

For your spoon.

God damn it, where do those tree monkeys get that kind of money from?

No, Patron. I don't like to hear that.

What now ?

Those aren't tree monkeys.

No ? But you just beat them up.

And yet they're not tree monkeys. - And you're not a baldhead?

Patron, don't. The Lou is very sensitive about that.

Oh what now? A nice meat cap is not ugly.

Yes. I think Lou is a goodlooking man.

No, that you call those guys tree monkeys.

Or 'Makakken' or 'Maroeffen' or 'Toeffen', or whatever.

Why ?

Just is.

Fatima was the sweetest girl in the world.

She really liked me.

If you like someone...

then color doesn't matter.

Or religion...

No, religion neither.

Are you a believer?

Yes, I'm religious, but not fanatical, huh. Not like 'my God is now THE God'

'and that Allah of Fatima or that Buddha of who knows who, are nonsense.'

That's not how I am. - No.

But I do believe there is SOMETHING up there. Get what I mean?

But not a man with a white beard or anything, you know what I mean?

This is a very beautiful symbol. And Jesus...

was a very smart man who did very beautiful things.

And you believe in an afterlife?

Yes. Why not ?

And that I will see Fatima there again. But not as humans.

No ?

No.

then like what?

Like two butterflies.

I hope they don't come back with a whole gang to tear down this place.

Bullshit with them, I was going to say brown whoppers, but Lou doesn't like that.

Preferably not if it's the same for you.

Messing with those guys is like stepping into a wasp's nest.

Hmm. The meat cart is here.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Katia.

Patron.

Are you tired ? - Exhausted.

I'm going to wrap my hands. Are you setting the alarm?

Sure.

Ronny. Give that girl a chance.

Do it for me.

Louke, that kid can't do shit.

Can we ?

You are right. She gets a chance.

Thanks, Ronny.

See you tomorrow, Lou. - Good night, Lou.

See you tomorrow.

Wes, hold on. - Who are you calling?

To myself.

Ronny. Your cell phone.

Oh, baby. Thanks, fantastic.

Can I see now?

What ?

Wow.

In this light, your eyes ook golden.

I've never seen that.

We're going to do a camera test soon, ok?

Okay. - Okay, kitten.

Slaapwel, summer.

How are we supposed to see this, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Your Honor?

Is my client genetically predisposed and are we talking about an irresistible urge?

Or is it here, as Mrs. Rachel Tersago so colorfully put it recently...

A clumsy man chasing his flute, isn't it?

No, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

That's pretty stuff.

Mister Tersago is a passionate artist with a great love for the profession

and a nose for talent.

All right, Wes, hit the freeway.

To Breda? - Yes.

To the Select ? - No. To that brown cunt of yours.

To the Papa's Garden? - Yes.

You won't enjoy that.

I think I will.

Don't come crying afterwards, okay?

Come on, dude.

Bye, Wesley. - Alonzo.

Everything fine ?

Alonzo. - Oh, fool. Bye, boss. Been a while.

Still into the nightlife?

As you can see. How are you ?

As long as we can go to the ladies, we can't complain, eh.

When is it Flower's turn ?

Uh, ten minutes.

Okay, good timing, hey, Wes. - Do you know each other?

That's my dad, dude. - Oh...

He was acting so weird now?

I don't know. - When he heard I was your father.

Yes?

No ?

Damn it, Wes, you know how to pick them.

Hello, Mr Tersago.

Hey baby.

Where are you from exactly?

Dendermonde.

You don't look like you are.

More like you're from Aalst.

Imagine bringing that home, huh, Wes.

I don't think I have a problem with that.

I've been adopted. My parents are Brazilian.

A girl from Ipanema.

I've been in showbiz myself for years, and I've acquired a connoisseur's look over the past few years.

You are a 'natural beauty'. - All right.

You can't learn that dancing of yours at any ballet school.

However, I did classical music in Antwerp.

Yes, but what I just saw, that's nothing you learned from the City.

That's Brazilian Magic.

What do your foster parents think of you doing this?

This ?

Stripping.

They don't know that.

Amber.

Wes, god damn it.

What ?

You knew this. - Yes.

I told you you wouldn't like it here.

And that you should not come cry afterwards. About my sister's career.

Alonzo B. Employee in a nightclub in Breda, Netherlands

recently anesthetized 50-year-old Ronny T. from Brasschaat in Belgium

with a taser gun.

This electrical device, which may only be used by police forces,

can result in death.

Poor daddy.

Dad ?

Amber.

Get dressed.

Villa Tersago, Brasschaat. Wednesday Nov 9.

Sorry.

For yesterday.

Okay.

I don't think I'm a good father.

Bye, Bruno.

Ronny, you must have heard of what happened in the cafeteria with your mom.

The board of directors has seen the surveillance footage and they don't want her here anymore.

I am coming. At once.

God damn it. It never stops

Do we still have business gifts in the warehouse?

Another half pound of shredded brown stuff.

Heroin ? Are you crazy?

I can't get rid of it anymore.

That's like 50,000 euros. How come ?

I legit cut it and mixed it, now Ali wants clean shit again. You know how it goes.

Whiskey ?

What ? Whiskey ? - That boss at the old man's house.

Those are service flats.

Doesn't he drink Single Malt like cola?

Come on Bruno.

Have they never had old ladies with a bit of spice?

Yes, keep laughing.

Yeah... That's not really nice, is it?

Ronny. That is extremely violent.

Do you think so?

Don't you?

Who knows what the old man in the hat said? Or the nurse?

Did you see how he held her by the neck?

By her shoulder. - Yes Yes.

You have iTunes, right?

Is ik okay if I take a copy of that clip?

What are you going to do with it?

Play it for the family at Christmas.

Is that the new one?

Fresh from the store.

How much does it cost?

Nothing, you get that for free with an extremely violent resident.

Goddamnit.

That's broken too.

But you can go manage for a while now, right? - Yeah, thanks, huh.

And you kno3: 'there is more where that came from.'

Excuse me ? - That I still have some.

I'll go give her the good news.

Sigh...

Bruno. - Ronny. Say hi to mom will you.

Bye, director.

As a child I sometimes heard my father calling for help at night in his sleep

and that scared me very much.

In the meantime I know who he is dreaming about.

Madame Tersago. - Fucking hypocrite.

What is that ? - Those suitcases?

What do you think?

I'm not taking you with.

I thought they were going to throw me out of here?

I just talked to the boss. If I don't take you in, they won't throw you out.

That's good news, isn't it? - I'm going insane about 'contentment'.

What if I pull some more stunts?

Then they put you in jail.

Pfft. What's the difference with being here?

That if you don't behave, you get beaten.

Yes, you speak of experience, don't you.

Come on, Wesley.

Well, Wes, didn't you have school today?

No. Anyone who thinks that the criminal fellow man, has an undisturbed life

and leaves a trail of destruction...

Death. And destruction.

He better come up with something quick.

Little Don struggles with demons.

Poor little Don.

Little Don suffers from Insomnia.

Shouldn't you rest a little more?

I can't sleep anymore.

I wake up every morning at three o'clock

with a dry mouth and palpitations.

It's like an alarm clock goes off in my head.

That's from the alcohol.

That's the hour we killed Jay.

Jay is still alive.

And that's fucking unbelievable.

I thought that was ugly for a long time.

I'm going to have to glue that, huh.

You don't have to, Lou.

I got that from Fatima.

You're babbling, Lou. Mike does a fantastic job.

Could be, but I can't smell or see him anymore.

Racist.

Now what's that got to do with it?

Everything. You discriminate against that person because he looks different.

No, because you easily recognize him on a security camera.

And he can't fucking get ahead on those short legs.

Is it about me?

No. About Calimero.

Who's birthday is it?

Today is Mike's premiere, isn't it, Louke.

Is something wrong, Lou? - It tastes like cork.

How are you, Mike?

What have I done wrong to him?

Lou is a good boy.

But put his brain in a birdie and it flies backwards.

And it just doesn't get any better, does it? - Not exactly.

Do you remember when I asked you to hold back on the first performance

and leave Lou in his honor?

That's no problem, Ronny.

Forget what I said.

Fucking play him off the scene.

Dear audience.

Grand applause, please, for grand artist.

Mini Mike.

Hello.