LITTLE ABEL
He's in the shower.
Your love!
Abel Roef.
I understand, Mr Wiersma.
- Give me that. - No!
Drop it!
If I were you, I'd leave my son's things strictly alone.
I do not want this stuff in the classroon. It distracts others.
He wanted to confiscate it.
Shut up.
You don't have the right to take anything.
I have the right.
I need Abel in the garage.
It's illegal for kids to work. End of story.
For your information, this was his last day in school.
We will see about that!
Oh, yeah, we'll both see, my teacher!
Let's go home.
And you'll never set foot in school again.
These teachers know nothing about children...
and even less about working mothers!
Stay there. Don't touch a thing.
LOOKING FOR LIFT BOY URGENT!
I'm sorry.
- Laura, it's over. - I'm so sorry.
It's over, Laura. Finished.
Go away now.
Abel, everything is arranged.
I have found you some work.
- It's illegal. I'm only 11 years old. - Yes, but that doesn't matter.
From now on, Abel Roef is 15. That's good enough for you.
Fifteen?
The minimum for work.
- I won't be going back to school? - Never.
Cool!
Jesus! Kidnapped on vacation!
It won't ever happen to you. Stay close to me forever.
Laura, it's over.
Finished. Now go away.
Come on, Abel.
Hello.
My name is Gratte.
With a "G" ad "T" as in Tough Guy.
I'm joshing you. Just kidding.
You must be the new lift operator.
This here's Abel Roef. Shake his hand.
Let's get to it.
Talking about the lift.
Ladies and gentlemen, first floor:
Christmas decorations, Christmas trees, cards, candles and angel hair.
That's how you do it.
A hundred times a day. Everything's on the list.
Your turn to push one.
Stop! Halt!
Swear never...
push the green button!
- I swear never to push... - The green button.
The green button.
- Should he have spit? - No, but it's better he did.
Ground floor, my young friend.
Ground floor: exit, clocks, books, furniture,..
customer service, and... games, very good.
For you, my boy.
Be home by six o'clock, Jozias.
And no playing pool in the tavern.
Dinner will be precisely at 6.
A moment, young man.
Abel...
The manager's office, pronto.
- Abel, the teacher's coming. - I forgot the Christmas decorations.
That's on the first floor?
Don't say anything...
Plump?
No, Jozias Tump, from the male choir.
- It's been a long time. - Miss Cocorico, from singing lessons!
Take the lift back at once!
I only wanted some Christmas decorations.
My mistake.
Mistake? A huge blunder, you might say.
Thank you, young man!
Good lord!
- Are we going to heaven? - Let's go to the moon, but before that...
we'll suffocate.
Do you mean, Jozias, former mediocre student, that we can't go back?
We could push the button just below it.
No, it will crash.
Don't panic.
It may seem old-fashioned...
but I'd like to introduce myself.
Jozias Tump,
of the moth-proofing company of the same name.
And I'm Miss Cocorico, singing teacher.
- And you? - He's Abel, and I'm Laura.
And I have a soft spot for him.
Let's discuss this problem calmly.
It's the fault of the lift.
Yes, it's crap.
Shit!
That's my only child.
Nothing can be done. Probably a manufacturing error.
- You are responsable. - I haven't done anything.
Abel resigns and goes back to school.
Before I send him back,
we will carry out an investigation.
Did you feel that?
Going down?
We won't go either to heaven or to the moon, but straight.
I don't like it.
- I think it's great. - Great?
The heat makes me suffocate. And I have to go back.
I have an appointment with the manager
to discuss the treatment of carpet moths.
They're finished. There are holes in the floor coverings
and the carpets!
The competition will be rubbing their hands.
Classic mothballs
that kill all known mites.
I'll miss the choir at 3 pm.
They wait for no-one.
And he's 11 years old...
I mean, fifteen! Sorry!
He's 1.30 metres tall.
- Sign here. - And then what?
Nothing for now. It's in the file.
- You'll have to wait. - We've got to find him before Christmas.
- I can't promise anything. - He's my only child.
- The administrative machine is slow. - I hate this country!
You're great.
I don't love you. Knock it off.
Damn!
Call the parliament or the army. They can send
a fighter plane or a missile.
Madam, you are too modern.
We can't do that. There are limits.
The devil with politics!
We'll never get home.
We'll sink into the sea!
And they'll find us after several days
washed up on the coast of Iceland.
Keep the doors closed!
We're drowning in mid-air!
My wife will wonder. If I don't make it home, she'll be furious.
She'll think I'm in the tavern.
- She'll call the tavern. - Sure.
And if I'm not there, she'll be even more pissed.
She'll think I'm playing pool.
She'll go down there, in that case.
I won't be there and she'll start to worry.
Then she'll call all our friends, but I'll be nowhere.
Calm down, Jozias.
- Its great. - Great?
Gee, you're a contortionist!
If I'm not home by tomorrow, my wife will cry.
The next day, she'll think I'm dead.
She'll be dressed in black...
and she'll have calling cards printed saying "The Widow Tump".
And later, when I do get back, she won't even know me.
Jozias...
We'll never reach the coast.
My wife is a widow and my children are half-orphans.
Except I don't have any children.
I want to see the Queen!
"In peace and quiet
"We balance
"And you look at the horse's rump
"From a cart"
Sing along with us, my boy. There's a refrain.
"From a cart, from a cart"
- Wow! - What was that?
It's New York!
The United States of America.
I smell...
brand new greenbacks.
All hope is not lost.
Going down.
No, not here.
Don't worry, Jozias. We must take the risk.
I'll let you know when.
One. Two. Three. Four...
Now!
Shouldn't we land in Central Park?
What's that?
We've landed. Please undo your selt belt.
- Selt belt? - Should I look?
You should look.
Who could have imagined this?
We need dollars, otherwise we won't survive.
New York parking attendants are intractable.
Look — the dove!
Please catch it...
for me to heal.
Mr Tump can roast it on the barbecue, right?
It doesn't have a lot of meat on it.
But meat is meat.
And it's delicious when it's been on the rotisserie.
You have no manners, Jozias.
No way we're eating a dove in a parking lot.
The Creator gave life to animals so we can eat them.
Cannibal! Civilized people make money
- and buy food. - Civilized people.
Do you mean me?
I'll sell my patented mothballs.
And I'll be damned if I don't sell anything.
I have a gold mine in my briefcase.
With your money, you buy food
and Christmas decorations.
- Christmas decorations? - Yes, for Christmas.
No decorations, no Christmas.
I'll watch the lift.
OK, Laura. And Tump will make some money.
- And you, Abel? - I'll be fine.
I'll start looking for a choir.
Mothballs!
Ground floor: exit, clocks, books,...
games, furniture,...
customer service.
I'm not your son.
I'm Abel Roef.
Me, moth.
"Put your hands on..."
Hands
"First, hands on hips..."
"Then... the buttocks."
Poop, pee, fart!
Mothballs!
Sorry, Mom,...
but I won't be coming home.
Shit.
- Why are you dressed up like that? - They think I'm their son.
Coffee? I'd love one.
- We need to help Laura. - When did you start worrying about her?
Let's get out of here.
Well, Mr Pop-Corn...
Come on!
Miss Cocorico, hurry!
Quick!
Abel, do something. I'm getting seasick!
We can't do anything. We're hooked.
Let me do it.
Mr Tump. Your hands...
No, Laura, don't do that.
Abel...
Press the button to go up!
- A little bit. - Press the button, just a little!
Do what Laura says.
Hurry!
Go on, my boy!
It's my lift.
Goodbye.
What a town, what a trip, what emotions...
- Let's go home now. - No. I've got something I have to do.
Don't argue. We're going back!
We've lost enough time.
What is it?
Tinsel...
I also have gifts.
That's so nice, Laura.
The lift is just a little like home. Isn't it, Jozias?
Put them on, Mr Tump.
And this is for Abel.
The small one fits into the big one.
Sorry.
Good. This party was fun,
but now it's time for sleep.
You were not very nice.
My dear...
Don't be upset.
Men are insensitive.
Good evening.
Merry Christmas.
Yes! Perugona...
What are you doing?
Is that Johnny?
Mind your own business.
Come on, come on.
Let's go.
They're scared of something.
Search the palace!
Viva la revolutión!
Search everywhere. Arrest the President.
What's going on? Stop the lift!
Stop the lift!
The President has disappeared!
What the hell?
Where are we?
We'll roast in hell forever.
Jozias, man up!
Ladies and gentlemen, first floor.
Soldiers... weapons...
Arrest the Gringos!
What do they want?
- Let me go! - Be polite, Jozias.
You're hurting me!
They'll soon realize we're not criminals.
Generalissimo...
Who are you?
What?
I don't understand.
I'm the Generalissimo.
He's the Generalissimo.
He wants to know who you are.
I'm Tump, Jozias Tump,
of the Mothball firm in Middelum.
A private company that has a great future.
- We're innocent. - Throw them into prison.
And tomorrow...
We have a lift.
We came here by lift.
Friends!
Compatriots!
Viva la revolutión!
I don't want to die.
I don't want to be the President!
Are you spies?
You must not frighten Jozias.
We're not spies, but respectable Dutch folks.
And in civilized countries, we celebrate Christmas.
Peace on Earth and goodwill toward men.
Asshole.
The fame of my mothballs has crossed borders.
These are patented Tump mothballs.
What?
Mothballs.
Throw them into prision! Move it!
Idiot doctors! All doctors are idiots!
Doctors are sons of bitches.
It's an experimental pill.
Tump!
Bravo, Dr Tump.
The pill saved the Generalissimo's life.
Bravo pill.
Doctor Tump,
a bright future awaits you.
You're so smart, Jozias. Push it, Abel.
No, wait. I have something to say.
They've asked me to be president!
- Of the football club? Congratulations. - No, the country.
Of Perugona.
They don't care about you.
It's not funny. This is very serious.
I'll have to grow a moustache.
First floor, I beg you.
It's gone to his head.
I, Jozias Tump...
-I pledge allegiance to the flag... - What's he saying?
He swears loyality to the country, the people and the flag.
Swear it, Mr Tump.
Being president is already questionable, but spitting...
You always spit when you swear.
It's all very well, but I'd rather go back in the lift.
What a great party!
Are you looking for something?
Perugona, in South America, has a new President.
He is Jozias Tump,...
the "miracle doctor".
Hello, Mrs Roef!
If I can help you...
I'll race you.
You want me to wash your uniform?
Go play outside.
- I want a map of the island. - You want?
- Watch what you say. - I need a map.
I'm cured! I'm cured!
Idiots! Cretins!
This is the son of President Tump.
He's the son of the President?
Want to visit the factory?
Quickly.
Back to work, you!
Toilet.
I'll take you to the boat.
The canoe. On the water.
For your Dad, President Tump.
I, President Tump...
I am proud
to be the president of this beautiful country
and of its admirable people.
Keep on working.
Abel!
Abel, wait!
Wait for me!
Wait! Wait for me!
Therefore,
to preserve the health of the population...
from today,
I am forbidding the drinking of cider.
I'm so glad to see you.
I got here just in time.
I can't hear you.
Come back here right away!
Come back here immediately!
Help!
Right on time.
I can't hear you. Louder.
You Laura.
Me Abel.
Abel?
- I'm sorry. - What did you say?
- I'm sorry! - Again.
I'm sorry!
What?
I'm sorry!
She landed and grabbed Johnny.
The woman soldier started shooting.
Push the button.
- What? - Tump has the key.
- What are you doing here? - How about you?
There!
- What are you doing? - We forgot Cocorico.
She knows how to take care of herself.
Let's go.
We have to leave.
Go ahead, Abel.
We're going back.
Give me the key!
Give me the key, Laura!
Give me the key. Come on!
Please, Abel. The key!
No.
There! Quick!
Hurry up, Abel.
Jozias Tump, you are a barbarian!
That's not how it's done.
I want to say goodbye!
Sorry, Miss Cocorico.
Cretins. Idiots!
Let me go! I'm the President!
Death to the ex-president!
Sorry, General, in the lift it's Abel who decides.
Super cool, yeah!
I want to go down!
I want to go back to Quoquapepapetl!
At once!
No, Abel!
Dear faithful.
This is a sad day.
Let us remember our friends
who are no longer with us.
- I'm a little late. - I've missed you so much.
You're so elegant!
But lose that ridiculous moustache.
Champagne for everybody.
I raise my glass to the return of...
Jozias.
I pretended. I kept it.
I've got mine, too.
I wish everyone
a happy New Year!