And now, ladies and gentlemen, we find ourselves in one of the oldest
and most interesting parts of Amsterdam, called 'Het Kolkje'.
The little sluice, built in 1460, that is still functioning today.
The sluice doors ... - Ciske!
Ciske!
Well then, better get back to work.
Like every morning at 08:45.
A school hall is a bit like a tunnel.
A tunnel that takes you from your private life to 48 of those rascals.
Look at that.
If you wouldn't love those brats a bit, you may as well become a coal sweeper.
Mr. Bruis, listen up.
I have a surprise for you young man.
You'll have some fun with that.
Let me find the name of that gentleman.
Just you laugh. Here, I have it.
Franciscus Aloysius Gerardus Vrijmoeth.
Sounds fine to me.
What is the matter with the boy?
The rascal has been in contact with the police several times.
A first-rate young criminal. He'll be a handful.
Why me? - Because that angel will be in your class.
Congratulations, he has already fought with all his teachers.
He threw a bottle of ink on one of the female teachers. Red ink!
Yes young man, you don't seem to understand the gravity of the situation.
I understand the gravity very well, but I'm not getting that excited.
Mr. Bruis is not very excited.
I'll tell you something about the rascal which will make your eyes swell.
*speaking indistinctly* I'll tell you something about the rascal which will make your eyes swell.
*speaking indistinctly*
Well, well, well.
They were all talking at once.
Strange, the more horror stories I heard, the more determined I was to help the boy.
Because in the end, whatever he has done, he is a child.
Everywhere the rascal shows up, there is trouble.
At the police station, in his street, at his previous school.
They called him, succinctly, the Rat.
Take it from me Bruis, as I am older and wiser.
That type only respects a proper beating.
The firmer you treat him, the better.
No way, the kid only will get scared of me.
You're talking in ideals.
There he is.
Say, can you not take your hat off?
Go on, do what I tell you.
You are here at an orderly school.
Well.
Hurry up.
Pick it up I tell you.
I count to three.
One...
Two...
And thr...
Didn't you say the boy will be in my class?
He'll have fun with that. Better him than me.
I've heard about him, he seems to be a nice character.
But now we got him, he's trapped like a rat.
Do you need help? - No, no.
Thank you, I rather do it by myself. I've had plenty of help.
As you please.
There kid, I've got you.
Now I can climb that coal and grab you, you understand that.
But I'm not going to.
I made an appeal to his common sense.
I tried to convey to him that it was no use resisting me.
Me, who proved to be his friend and protector.
But nothing helped.
I was simply speaking to a mountain of coke.
And then I got mad.
That scamp forced me to apply Maatsuycker's theories.
But I'll take a pass on that.
Guess not then. Just figure it out by yourself.
Do you know you're an incredibly dummy?
Shall I give you a hand?
Right next to you is a trap door.
If you open it you'll be on the playground.
That's easier, don't you think?
Have fun.
Well, I'm curious to see whether you understood those fractions.
Betje, I want to divide 16 apples amongst 24 guys. How do we do that?
That's not possible.
Every boy only gets 1 apple then.
Listen up, 16 apples and 24 guys, that is not possible right?
I told you right away it's not possible.
Why does he make it so difficult? If only he bought some extra apples.
What did I ask, friend Verkerk?
I don't know. - Because you're not paying attention.
Because you're always somewhere else in your mind.
I was already getting angry about this silly Jantje Verkerk.
But I was not very focused on the class either.
Maatsuycker had won.
And he would rub it in my face.
After all, I was the outsider in this school.
But why did my interest only go out to this rat?
Was it only compassion?
Or also bruised school teacher vanity?
What is the matter? Get to work.
There is someone at the door sir.
And that is how Ciske first entered my class.
The boy's been here for a week, but I'm not making any progress with him.
For the other children, he remains a strange element.
But the chap is not bothered by it.
Proud as a monkey.
A rat that is as proud as a monkey.
Lovely phrasing, mister head master.
You know, I keep worrying, how can I get a grip on that boy.
Wouldn't you worry about how we'll position the beds?
And whether we can afford another rug.
You are right Suus.
Away with the rat, and I promise I'll be an exemplary husband.
Like Ciske is an exemplary student, I bet.
Oh, what an angel.
Oh right, it's 12 o' clock.
There, one chair - Thank you
Plain is always pretty - Yeah
Such a detail, don't you like that?
Yeah that is nice, what else?
Flowers! - Oh please, no flowers. I find them so tacky.
Suus, if you'd seen that person,
with those flowers on her head,
and yellow fox fur,
cute little story,
... and I have to make sure to make an honest living.
There is not a night I'm in bed before three.
But sir does not give a damn about that, to be frank.
A real sailor. Every night a different bird.
And that Cis is just like his father.
I'll die if it's not true.
A bastard, sir, a dirty meathead.
He gets in your hair with his mean, bully-eyes.
How often didn't we throw him in the coal shed. Do you think it helped?
The dirty snake will be the death of me.
That would be the best solution.
What do you say?
It'd be the best solution if you'd leave the education of Cis...
It'd be best if you left Ciske's upbringing to the school.
Upbringing? Ha.
Don't make me laugh. Upbringing.
Take one advice from me as a mother.
Beat him black and blue. That's all that helps.
I thank you for the advice.
Unfortunately, I have stuff left to do. - Thank you too.
It has been a relief to talk about the kid with a cultured human being.
Yes, goodbye Mrs. Vrijmoeth.
This conversation made me nauseous.
Everything that makes a woman a mother was lacking in this creature.
Tell me Suus, is such a vixen not a mitigating circumstance for the rat?
The poor wretch got everything against him:
His parentage, his environment, his stubborn nature.
It really leaves you in despair.
I have to get to school.
At least I'm happy to have been able to clear my conscience Suus.
I believe a little guy like that can be saved.
When he feels he is not alone in this hostile world.
A bit of friendliness and understanding can work miracles.
How do they call it again? Compassion and 'good courage'. That's it.
And remember, no flower wallpaper.
It has to be light and jolly when a little guy comes over.
Go on, to school you go.
Yes darling.
Say, one more thing.
Make sure he doesn't become an ugly headmaster like Mr. Maatsuycker.
Well now, that beats everything.
I've never heard something like that played on the violin.
Did you know that that protege of yours stabbed another student with a knife?
Are you happy now, with your decadent feebleness?
I just heard about it Mr. Maatsuycker, I shall investigate what happened.
Investigate? There is nothing to investigate.
I do not tolerate such behavior in this school.
I expect you to set an example.
I thank you for this valuable instruction Mr. Maatsuycker.
And you..
You'll hear more of this friend.
Are you not ashamed of yourself, you hoodlum?
Grow up, you rat.
Don't look at me so insolently.
Brat.
I expect a report from you, Mr. Bruis.
Ciske, come here.
Hand over the knife.
Why did you stab Verkerk?
Are you not ashamed to stab someone else?
Hurry up, back to your seat.
And now Verkerk, what happened?
And the truth please.
Nothing sir. The rat stabbed me for no reason.
Just like that.
Who of you has seen this?
Well?
Sip, what have you been up to?
Not telling sir, I don't snitch.
You don't snitch..
Piet then?
We were messing around a bit, sir.
What kind of messing around?
Just pranks.
And then Verkerk suddenly gave Ciske a poke.
Just like that?
So no one of you has bullied Ciske?
Sure, sure.
What's wrong Betje?
They're lying, Mr. Bruis.
Truly awful.
They constantly called Ciske names and harassed him.
And Jantje Verkerk kicked him on the heel.
And punched him on his back.
They're always teasing him.
They're real cowards.
Sir, there is someone from the police in the head master's office.
Can you come over?
Muysken, department of youth affairs. - Bruis
Are you the teacher of our rat, so to speak? - I am indeed.
I know the rascal for a while now.
Charming fellow, I must say.
But it seems he has now extended his repertoire with stabbings.
The boys have taunted him and he got angry.
Was it a large knife?
That?
Is that the weapon of the attempted murder?
You wouldn't kill an ox with it.
Come in.
There you'll have the victim.
Have a seat, poor boy.
No, not here. There.
In the comfy chair.
I'm sure you feel weak from the blood loss.
Are you comfortable, or do you need a pillow too?
Let grandma have a look at this wound.
Hey, no crying. Come now.
Well now, didn't your mother have a bigger sheet?
Crikey.
That's quite something.
Good thing made it through that.
I bet you came here by ambulance?
Can you believe it? This makes me miserable.
That is quite the injury.
Oh no, it's the other one.
Well, I bet that hurts?
A bit, sir.
Very much, sir.
Isn't that something.
And I have heard how that massacre occurred.
You were walking home, minding your business.
And then suddenly this rat jumps from an ambush.
With this big of a knife.
And he gives you a swoop.
Making you bleed like a pig.
No?
Look me straight in the eyes.
You haven't done a thing, right?
Right?
And Betje lied about everything, right Verkerk?
You haven't kicked Ciske's heels, pushed his back or called him names?
All made up by Betje.
Well then, you've really done it now.
You did what with the rat?
There'll be trouble once the superintendent hears about this.
And so, Jantje Verkerk fell from his heavenly throne of martyrdom
into the deepest hell of humiliation and indignity.
Detective Muysken played his role magnificently.
He got a tiny band-aid from the school nursery.
That poor Jantje.
He suddenly looked so naked
with that little band-aid, instead of the impressive bandages.
Muysken knew exactly how to take care of such a darling.
Hurry up now.
And tell your mother she is thanked
for going to the police for such nonsense.
And I warn you
if you harass the rat one more time you'll have to deal with me.
You little exaggerator.
Come on, hurry.
And here
take that bed sheet with you.
Ah, Mr. Rat.
Here we are again.
Hello sir.
Hello my boy.
Well,
quite the situation, Cis.
I have to go to juvenile court, Mr. Van Loon
and tell him you stabbed a friend with a knife.
Friend?
Quite the tall tale.
Great little chap he is.
Has bullied me since I came to this school.
Of course, and then you thought: you know what...
I'm gonna stick a knife in him.
Wouldn't you take something spicier next time?
What do you think of a hand grenade?
Get out of here, it was only a small knife.
It was a good start though.
But one learns by doing, wouldn't you say?
If he challenges me again, I'll have him for breakfast.
You better watch yourself friend.
No fighting and stabbing in this school, and don't you forget.
I could've kicked myself.
When they were looking at me
I felt like I was chiming in on a conversation between two friends.
I can't tell you how I envied that Muysken
for he handled the rat so easily and effortlessly.
I suddenly felt like a hopeless school teacher.
Now, quickly go back to your class.
Or I'll cut off your head.
So much for that business.
I'll have to give a warning to juvenile court
but it will fizzle out.
Oh, forgot about my pipe.
The boy is truly a mystery to me.
Not for me.
An environment as bad as it gets.
And the mum, you know.
A dad who shows up every now and then
and spoils the boy a bit.
And a guardian who may mean well
but is a complete idiot.
Alarm.
Alarm? You're out of your mind.
It's time for chow at the shipyard.
Alarm? What nonsense.
You are Mr. Vrijmoeth?
The father of Franciscus?
Yeah, so?
My name is Alarm.
I am the guardian of your son, so to speak.
Your name is Alarm?
Is that always your name or just since you became guardian of my son?
At least the name is not tarnished, Mr. Vrijmoeth
and that is not something I can say of yours.
Don't sweat it, mate.
Have a seat.
Cigarette? - No, thank you.
Do you see that barge.
I came from La Plata with it.
You've never been there, right?
No Mr. Vrijmoeth
but while you were there, your son Franciscus stabbed a fellow student.
Is he mad?
He couldn't deal with it with his hands?
Oh well, tell me about it.
Purely from a psychological perspective..
Oh shut your trap.
Do you have nothing else to worry about?
Better to remove him from his mum
and take him to a farmer.
That will give him more fresh air than in that coal shed.
It's easy for you to speak Mr. Vrijmoeth.
Always blame everything on others and remove yourself from it.
Why won't you return to your wife?
Hell no father, that will turn into murder and mayhem.
But why then, did you marry this woman in the first place?
Man, why don't you just talk normally?
Well, how do these things go?
I met her in this little bar.
We had some drinks together.
And you know how these things go.
You go out, and go out again.
And finally it is every night.
And then Ciske arrived.
So then I married her.
If that is how today's youth is raised, I'm baffled.
No need.
You just stick to police work.
To each his own.
Stop being childish.
You forget that we are the educators on the street.
Exactly.
But we are not on the streets.
What happened exactly?
According to the police report
the boy, yesterday at 4:20
in collaboration with others, threw a stone
through a window of the Davisstraat police station.
I'm sorry officer, but that is impossible.
You can't possibly throw one stone in collaboration with others.
One of the suspects could've done it, but how do you know it's him?
Why do you always act as a defender of the boy?
Why do you always act as the public prosecutor?
All we need to figure out is the truth and nothing but the truth.
I was being a hypocrite,
but I wanted to get the Rat through this.
Of course he threw the stone through that window.
He and no one else, but that didn't matter.
One thing was important.
The reluctantly blooming trust of Ciske could not be let down.
Just to keep up the pretense, I harshly asked him...
Well, speak up,
did you throw a stone through that window?
I was convinced he wouldn't answer
and I was happy for it.
Sir, I no longer wish to look like a fool.
Back to class.
I will keep my eye on the boy.
Me too officer.
And me too.
Bruis, I do not understand you.
Maatsuycker, I want to make something out of that boy.
He finally has to feel that the school stands behind him.
That is surely way more important than that Floris V was murdered in 1299.
1296.
Well, and?
It's all done.
It was amazing.
Did you tell him it was my ball?
Get out of here.
And that you threw the stone through the window?
As if I'm crazy.
You could've easily told that to the man.
I don't know.
Maybe I could've.
Tasty?
Come and sit down with me.
Alright little friend
Don't think I don't know what you're up to.
Tell me,
did you break that window, yes or no?
Don't look at Dorus, yes or no?
Yes.
I'm happy that at least you're being honest.
Are you not ashamed of yourself?
Little crook.
Oh sir, it was fantastic.
What was fantastic?
The boys played football with my ball,
and I was the referee.
Cops!
Do I have to call you ten times?
Leave me alone, I have to do my math.
Come here I tell you.
I must do my homework.
That brat will take me to my grave.
Come to the kitchen or I'll drag you to it.
No, I won't do it.
Shut your mouth.
I've got a splitting headache.
What did I do to deserve this child?
Throw him in the coal shed
so I finally have some peace and quiet.
Well now, sweet cheeks
that's what you get for it.
Let's go.
Don't you touch me.
Sweet Jesus, such eyes.
The devil is inside this kid.
I'm leaving this place.
You're not sure of your life with that kid around.
Do I have to stick my nose into everything now?
Can't you keep this little thug quiet for one second?
Well, that is good.
Is this kid yours or mine?
Am I the mother?
Who makes the money here?
Do you have to confront me with that too?
I work until deep into the night.
And you drink away all your earnings.
The household is fully on me.
And who invites over all and sundry?
You don't have to call Henri all and sundry.
And you don't have to spy on me in my own house.
Let's see, seven and two...
seven and twelve is five, remember one.
Is it that bad if this boy lends a hand around the house?
Father!
Hey, little trouble maker, how are you?
And good afternoon, you angels.
All is well I hope.
What are you doing here?
It's been a while, hasn't it.
Why are you here?
That was all that was missing.
Hey you old skimmer, here I am again.
Will you stay on land for long father?
About I week I suppose.
Great. - How's school?
How I'm doing is not being asked, eh?
Well, I won't disturb this happy family gathering.
Say Cis, I wanted to talk to your mother for a moment.
If you wait for me on the street we can get an ice cream later.
Now you suddenly have time.
Now you don't need to finish your math homework.
I'll finish them out on the curb.
Will you come soon father?
Just hurry up, you impatient son of a gun.
So, Marie?
I think it's best if I just cut to the chase.
That marriage of ours is completely rubbish.
What do you think of just ending it?
So, you want a divorce then?
No sweetheart.
I don't think so.
You want to marry someone else, right?
That laundry woman.
I bet it bothers you,
that I know that.
Man, don't make me laugh.
I'll take care of the boy.
So you don't have to worry about that.
And then let me starve to death?
No, buddy.
You're gonna have to pay for the boy anyway.
There are laws for that.
Fine.
No then.
What is all that supposed to be?
Nothing.
I'll stay here.
I can get a job on land.
Home every night.
You sew socks.
I read the newspaper.
That'd be a riot.
Nasty lowlife.
Scumbag.
You really want to push me to the edge, don't you?
Me as a woman by myself.
Those anxiety pills.
Take the whole bottle at once.
That will calm you down.
Well Cis, here I am.
Nice and quick.
You've become more industrious.
I don't know you like that.
I'm the best at math.
Oh yeah, and what about behavior?
Cis, I heard you've stabbed someone with a knife.
Oh that Verkerk,
what a wimp.
It wasn't even a real knife.
Betje doesn't like him either.
Who is this Betje?
Betje van Geelen,
she's a great broad.
So you have yourself a young lady now?
Alright, come along.
She's a nice girl.
She takes care of the geraniums at school.
And I keep the aquariums clean.
You know the goldfish
has a massive gut.
Ugly gluttons.
Almost like it's made from glass.
Do your aquarium.
Finished ages ago.
I'll have a closer look at that.
More than welcome.
I'll get the water for you.
Pretty good, eh?
Well done, little monkey.
Little monkey? What do you know?
I'm bigger than you, scrawny chicken.
We'll see about that. Come.
That's mean.
You do it too.
Oh dear.
What a mess.
Quick, a dry cloth.
I'll do that for you.
No one can stand me here.
Why not then?
Only Dorus is a bit nice.
And who else?
Sabijn is alright I guess.
Who else?
I'm not telling.
Guess not then.
And why not?
That Betje is quite something, eh?
Yeah, that Verkerk is a bastard and Drietje is a suck up.
Shut your mouth, I can't get a single word in.
Say, I promised you an ice cream, right?
What would you say if I invited over someone else?
An acquaintance of mine.
I'm certain you would like her too.
You're old enough to tell you a thing or two now.
Listen up, Cis.
Look,
I'm sure you have wondered
why does this father always leave me alone
with that bit...
...with that mother of mine.
I've never thought that
you are surely at sea.
Yes that is possible.
But maybe you'll think it later and I don't want that.
That is why I talked to your mother.
I want to be more involved in your life.
But it is not that simple.
If you've always been roaming around
from one harbor to another.
Then a job here, then some work there.
That will mess you up.
I've also done some time.
For punching a copper in his face.
Why did you punch in the face?
The copper.
Copper? - Yeah.
See that launderette over there?
There lives that acquaintance of mine, aunt Jans.
Straighten up your hair a bit son.
Now you look presentable.
Come along.
Look Cis.
That there is aunt Jans.
A few weeks later I got the request to drop by juvenile court.
I didn't really understand, because Ciske was doing quite well.
The kid had calmed down,
became less rebellious.
Like something had changed for the better.
Suddenly I saw Maatsuycker sitting there.
Good day, Mr. Maatsuycker.
What are you doing here?
I've sent a letter to juvenile court.
So I owe my invitation to you?
My school is not a refuge for young delinquents.
Assault, breaking windows.
I see you're planning to break more than just a window.
Don't be ridiculous, young man.
I have to protect proper morals.
Hello Mr. Maatsuycker.
Good day, Mr. Muysken.
I've made a proposal to the juvenile court that will interest you, Mr. Bruis.
Is it about that Rat of ours?
That rat of ours?
That case is very close to me, as head of the school.
What did you propose to the judge about that rascal.
I thought we could roast him on a low heat.
Then have him drawn and quartered, and then display him...
display him on the playground.
I find your jokes inappropriate and not in accordance with the severity of the case.
As head of the school..
What are you actually doing here?
I've got summoned.
You too?
I'll open that judge's eyes.
Just keep on talking.
I'm not sleeping.
I've understood very well what you intend.
You want to remove the Rat and
as you call it
send him to a stricter school.
For the sake of the little guy himself, yes your honor.
But a strict school
for us is a reformatory.
Do you realize what you are saying?
As head of the school
I consider myself responsible for the case.
And you feel you can bear that responsibility by
sending the boy to juvenile hall?
He has already stolen before, hasn't he, your honor?
I've also stolen something as a young boy
and I still became a judge for juvenile court.
This man wanted to open the judge's eyes.
And now he is the one in trouble.
No, a reformatory really is the last option.
I would really like to talk to the two gents.
Ciske does not belong there.
Believe me, I know him better.
Listen up, aunt Jans.
Dorus is the brightest in class.
And he told the teacher that he is my friend.
Cool, right?
I'm happy for you kid.
Make sure to also be nice to him.
Of course.
And he promised me I get to borrow his prettiest book, Pieter Maris.
Do you know that?
No.
Come and read it to me some time.
Dorus also reads to his own mum.
I want to have my son back.
Oh, you must be Mrs. Vrijmoeth.
Yeah, is that okay.
Now here with the boy.
Very well, I'll get him for you.
Nicely done.
Snatching a mother's own flesh and blood.
I'm not snatching anything.
You are repelling the kid.
What I do with my own flesh and blood is my business.
But I tell you one thing.
He will not return to this place.
Your mother is here to pick you up.
I'm not going, I don't want to go back to her.
I want to stay with you.
You've already got it this far.
First you steal my man
and then turn my child against me.
Are you coming?
Right now, I tell you.
You will do what I tell you, understand?
I will teach you to hang around this filthy wench.
Dad allowed me.
But not me.
I have nothing to do with your dad.
And with your words even less.
I want to stay with aunt Jans.
Aunt Jans, help me will you?
Aunt Jans, would you listen to that.
Dirty tramp.
Come on sweetheart.
Just do what your mother tells you.
Be sensible child.
As long as you know I'll be back soon.
And if you even point your finger to the boy...
Let go.
You called me a tramp, didn't you?
Are these a tramp's hands?
Let go of me.
These are a laundry woman's hands, hardened by labor.
Do you hear me?
And never call me a tramp again.
Especially not you.
And now leave.
Do we have to leave the boy to that horrible mother?
Just tell me 'yes'.
You are still young enough to be spontaneous for once.
You are the best custodian for our Rat.
What about that Mr. Alarm?
What about Alarm?
A bookworm.
Just lifeless theory.
His books do not apply to the living Rat.
He now wants to give it a try with parapsychology.
How do I need to protect the boy?
I will give you a hand.
How am I supposed to protect him from that hag of a mother.
I do not exactly know either at this point.
She's not horrible enough to deprive her from her parental control.
But make sure to have a good look around.
If she goes too far ever so slightly, she will be busted.
And then I will support you
and the Rat.
It were these words of the judge that I was thinking about
when I first visited mum Vrijmoeth as a guardian.
As an official.
What do you want on your bread, sweetheart? Ham or sausage?
I'll have sausage.
Shall I feed you?
Let me finish my cigarette first.
You never let someone treat you.
And what if I'm not hungry?
Then what?
You're the only I have left, right?
What about that boy?
Are you also starting about that miserable thing?
Can you just stay out of it?
I've thrown him into the coal shed, where he belongs.
Can you stop overreacting?
You're mad.
I'm not overreacting, he will drive me mad.
Since I took him from that laundry lady, he looks at me like he wants to poison me.
Say
C-come over, will you?
There's one in front of the door.
Like he's searching for something.
Well, gosh.
That is Cis' teacher.
What is he doing here?
You go to the bedroom for now.
I'll send him away.
It seems like a mad house in here.
Don't be angry, I can't help it either.
My coat.
Coat.
There isn't a moment of rest in this house.
And thus I climbed up the dark staircase.
The higher I got, the more potent the air reeked of sprouts and perfume.
I could smell that terrible person.
And there she stood.
She offered me a chair but I felt it was more appropriate to remain standing.
I assume you have heard, Ms. Vrijmoeth, that I became Ciske's guardian.
There is a complaint that Ciske works in your cafe at night.
Is that true?
Working?
Just some activities.
It's nothing really.
Mostly to keep him off the streets.
Well, you would have to make sure these activities come to an end.
This night.
Rinsing some glasses?
Child labor is prohibited by law.
Where is Ciske right now?
How should I know.
Maybe with his friend Dorus or that laundry woman.
So now you know.
If the boys work in the cafe any longer, the boss will have to deal with the police
and so will you.
Suddenly, she was no longer playing a lady
but appeared as her true self.
Countless profanities were thrown at me.
I was threatening a woman by herself and her boy and all of us could go to hell
To kill some time I observed the cabinet.
The well-known display of gallantry on the buffet.
Nothing was saved for me.
The wedding picture.
Well then, those all-too-familiar sayings the arms of the yearning Columbine
surely did not fit into this house.
Pierrot apparently did not approve either.
And suddenly, my eye fell on...
...a cigar butt.
That was my chance.
Ms. Vrijmoeth, why are you not getting a divorce?
Divorce?
Tsk, what a question.
Is that any of your business?
Are you also my guardian?
Cause I'm so alone?
You're not that alone are you?
Where is this person?
What person?
That one.
From this cigar butt.
Well, well, what a detective.
If there is a cigar there should be a man.
I don't have to accept this.
The nerve to snoop around in my house like that.
As Ciske's guardian I have that right.
I need to protect him.
Even from you, if necessary.
That sweet Ciske.
Just keep protecting that innocent boy.
Now be gone, I have nothing to do with your twaddle.
I'm in charge here and no one else. Now be gone.
I was tempted to harm her.
But I had to go and I was happy for it.
Poor Ciske.
I couldn't have suspected that in that same room a few weeks later
something terrible would happen.
Ciske Vrijmoeth has killed his mother.
Come over here Ciske.
You know very well why you are here, right?
It is very, very bad what you have done buddy.
You would agree with me on that, yes?
Good, at least that is something.
And that silken kimono I bought for her
she only wore it once.
It was an expensive thing as well.
Witness Bruis
Cheer up my boy.
We need to pull that Rat through right now.
One can only see the number in its entirety, Mr. Muysken.
And then subdivided in A, B and C.
Calm down.
They're not going to eat him.
This mother was the meanest, dumbest and most heartless... - I protest!
Just for piety's sake we shouldn't drag the victim's name through the mud.
Mr. officer, I asked this witness to share his impressions with us
Mr. officer wouldn't have spoken of piety if he had known the victim.
I stick to it, Mr. officer.
In a human, regular environment this whole event would not have occurred.
Do you really believe that this boy would've been an angel without the mother?
Of course not, but at least a happy whelp.
Recently at school, when Ciske got some nice friends, he truly bloomed.
We were are all delighted about Ciske's growth,
even the people who were initially most against him.
He became a good student, like any other.
A nice chap that liked animals a lot.
So a model student?
No, there was something which appeared questionable in Ciske's character.
I'm curious.
Ciske wasn't able to sing.
Come outside all of you
there we will look for the oriole.
Done already?
Didn't realize I was singing by myself.
Singing?
You call that singing? I thought someone was vacuuming somewhere.
Mr. Bruis, balancing is what he can do.
Show us then.
Oh yes, of course. Come on.
Show us what you can do.
Excellent, my boy.
You should take that to the fairgrounds.
Bruis, come over here will you.
His mother appeared again.
My compliments, that Rat is going in the right direction.
Coming from your mouth that sounds like music.
It's nearly time anyway.
Go on home kids.
I'm curious about what mum wants now.
Have a seat.
No, it's fine like that.
I'm gonna take my boy off this school.
Are you moving house?
No, but the boy is moving to another school.
A bit of fresh air would not harm us right now.
So, you want to take the boy to another school?
Do I have to say everything twice?
I don't want him to be incited against his own mother.
Stop talking nonsense mummy.
What is that?
Mummy?
Well - Shut it!
Here I am in charge.
You are only to answer when being questioned.
You're not talking to some farmer in the pub.
Did you know that this boy would have been lost
if it wasn't for Bruis here
taking care of him?
Take him off the school, would you hear that.
As a mother...
you as a mother
have harassed the boy.
Made him work in a nasty pub.
And if I am not mistaken there is also a father.
Yeah, it is sad.
But without a letter from dad, we cannot do anything here.
And dad is at sea.
So I am sorry, but come back in three months.
Bastard.
I'll turn this into a lawsuit.
We'll see who wins then.
Prick.
Brave, aren't you?
Against a woman by herself.
Wretches.
Disgusting dirt bags.
My compliments Maatsuycker, I wouldn't have been able to do it.
Oh it's nothing.
That is how you deal with such a woman.
Take him off our school. Yeah, we'd be crazy.
She feels like she's losing the kid more and more to the school.
In her sickly tyranny she...
Maatsuycker, would you look at that.
The image that Bruis presented of this unhappy mother is extremely one-sided.
This woman was offended by the head of the school
and I find it very understandable that she worked up a temper.
I'm pleased to note that Mr. attorney understands someone who acted in a temper.
The defendants will come back to this later on.
Witness, do you have anything in particular to say?
Yes please, there is another thing that could be of importance.
For that I would like to have detective Muysken here.
Detective Muysken?
That is the affair with the book.
It is the case that this nefarious child
took a disabled child from his home every morning.
And this paralyzed child meant more to Ciske than all the teachers together.
For Dorus, he would go through fire.
One morning, I found them on the street.
Hello boys. - Hello, sir.
Look at this, I got this to borrow from Dorus.
Pieter Maris, hello there. - Yes sir, it's about animals and Zulu’s.
That's your most beautiful book Dorus? - Yes sir, got it from my birthday.
I get to keep it for two weeks.
Longer too, if you keep it clean.
Of course, I will wash my mitts first before I start reading it.
Boys? Goodbye.
And this book, that made the kid so happy,
his mum ripped to shreds,
merely out of malice and hatred.
And I'm convinced, Mr. attorney, that the woman paid for this with her life.
You have done a bad service to your protege.
Imagine that ripping up a book counts as a motif to kill your mother.
I doubt whether something like that ever...
What is happening?
He needs to have a pee.
I doubt whether something like that ever occurred in the history of law.
But Mr. attorney, you know as well as I do that it is not just about that book.
This book in a certain way showed there was trust in Ciske.
It might be a strange word, but to him it was like a sacred object. A kid...
Are you married?
Yes.
And do you have children yourself?
I wish I knew.
Do you have a question for the witness, Mr. attorney?
No, thank you.
And you? - Thank you.
Then I thank you and you can have a seat again.
Finally I was free to go.
As guardian of Ciske I had done what I could have.
But I was also on the verge of becoming a father.
I tried to sneak out as cautiously as possible to see how Suus was doing.
I had to know what happened at home.
But dear, we are going to have to apply the law here.
Oh the law.
Your honor, I tried to be something for the boy.
Because I liked him so much.
But according to the law, he had to go back to that bimbo of a mother.
While everybody could see that that would lead to an accident.
But there was no law protecting him.
But do you not acknowledge that the boy needs punishment?
For his own sake.
Honestly.. no.
If I can speak so freely.
Punishment... I deserve punishment.
Because I have let him go.
Because I told him to obey his mother.
Because I didn't...
If only I had...
Aunt Jan!
Calm down boy.
Auntie is coming here.
I thank you.
Look, there she is already.
Quiet now, my boy.
Aunt Jans is here.
Witness, Christine Geesthoven
Everything will be fine.
Ms. Geesthoven, you were there that morning.
Could you tell us how the events unfolded?
It was like this.
I made the table for dinner.
And when I entered the room... - One moment, could you come a bit closer?
And when I entered the room, there was trouble again.
Of course about the boy again.
Oh, stop your whining again.
I am hungry.
If I was in charge here,
that boy wouldn't have such a big mouth.
You stay out of it, he will definitely not listen to you.
Does Cis not want anything?
Cut him a piece of bread.
Will he eat there then?
In any case, I don't want to see him here.
You are going too far, Marie.
I don't trust it, he is so quiet.
Maybe he finally understood who is the boss around here.
I don't know, I sometimes worry he might harm himself.
Did I give you that beautiful silk kimono for that?
Don't be so stubborn Cis.
Your mother will leave soon and then you can come out.
Here, eat something.
Why do you always have to be so cross.
Well, I can't help you then.
Marie, do me a favor and get him out of there.
He doesn't talk, he doesn't eat, it's like has a fever.
Fever my ass, a fever from meanness I bet.
And don't go off at him again.
Mind your own business.
All that fuss.
In the basement, out of the basement.
But will there be any eating or not?
Can't you say hi, like a normal person?
Come on now.
Otherwise you can go straight to bed.
Come here, eat first.
You would want that, right.
And then complain to your guardian that I am starving you.
Sit down.
Come here then, I finally want to eat in peace.
Can't get any bread through my throat.
From the nerves.
Look at those eyes.
Are you eating or not?
If he doesn't want to, Marie.
That's what I am saying.
The more the better, now aunt Chris and uncle Henri stand up for you too.
Is that necessary?
During dinner?
Bit greasy, right?
You shall do what I tell you.
Eat first. Open up that mouth. Open.
What is that there?
Let me see.
Let go of it, I tell you.
Here with that.
How did you get that?
Speak up.
Let go of him Marie. It's from that unfortunate boy.
Give it back mother.
Finally he is talking. If only it is about his friend.
But his mother can go to hell.
But that cripple buster
who he goes to every day
you give anything for, right.
You can all do one.
Throughout the ages, matricide is the most horrible crime a person can commit.
One cannot plead this boy innocent, even considering his misfortunes.
In every environment, this boy would have caused conflicts.
If something can reduce his liability,
then it's the weak conduct of his so-called educators,
who have facilitated his dark tendencies more than battled them.
A severe punishment is all that is left to have a cathartic effect.
Maybe then he will repent for his sins.
Therefore, I have the honor to inform
that the suspect will be placed in a reform school.
For the maximum amount of time possible, considering his age.
Come in.
Morning, Mr. Reinders. - Morning, Muysken.
Reinders, director. - Bruis, I am the guardian.
Take a seat.
That doesn't happen often, the guardians personally coming to bring their pupil.
Is that him?
That will be our youngest client.
Is he catholic?
Brought up that way, yes.
Put your stuff on the table, boy.
And empty your pockets.
We will keep that for you until you go home.
We'll officially turn him into a catholic.
I have a very good priest here.
What kind of junk do you have in your pockets?
A spark plug and a rope.
And what is that thing?
A snail.
No, no, no, keep those sweets there.
Here everything goes in the collective sweets jar.
Everything is shared amongst each other.
Got it?
But I got it from aunt Jans.
Listen carefully to me, Vrijmoeth.
Here there's no arguing.
Never.
And if you talk to guards, the teacher or with me, you stand up straight.
Got it?
Yes, sir.
Sir, that is him.
You come with me, little fellow.
What's the matter with you?
Come here boy, come with me. You can say goodbye later.
Yeah, it's not easy.
Particularly the first two weeks in isolation.
Isolation?
A thirteen year old in isolation?
Yes, you did not know that? That is regulation.
This is not kindergarten.
That is truly outrageous..
We try our hardest to implement regulation as humane as possible.
If you say goodbye now, you can still catch the 3:30 train.
I guess they could not find him a bigger suit.
There he was, reform school boy Vrijmoeth.
Franciscus Aloysius Gerardus.
No longer my Ciske, my spry rat.
My heart broke after seeing that pile of human misery in the bleak and grim hallway.
He was so embarrassed.
He felt so devastated and abandoned.
Did I say goodbye to him?
I honestly don't remember.
I wish I twisted her neck myself.
Yeah sure, that would have been even worse.
You in jail.
What about the boy then?
Idiots.
Can the boy help it he had such a mother?
All that protection and he is still in reform school.
Everyone is to blame, except for you.
It's not because of you.
You have had ice cream with him and took him to the cinema.
A model father you have been.
But who picked that mother for him?
Well?
Can I have it back on Friday?
Yes, but only late afternoon.
Bye.
Say, Jans.
In a way, Ciske cleared the way for us.
What would you think of us getting married?
That is all that is left.
As long as we're not married, the judge won't let Ciske stay with us.
For the sake of the child.
Oh great, you want to marry me but only because of the kid?
Some love.
Can I also come home every now and then?
That will depend on you.
I'm the one you'll have to marry.
Who is the one who brought up marriage, you or me?
To be honest, I became a bit wiser from all that happened.
And that was the end of the Eighty Years' War.
Yes, very good Dorus.
Now tell me, when was the Peace of Munster?
Umm, Betje. You haven't said anything today.
I didn't know anything today.
1648.
She knows.
Indeed, 1648.
Bit late, eh?
Okay guys, something completely different. I received..
...a letter from Ciske.
How is that, do you guys ever think about him?
Or did you forget about him?
He is a stabber.
And my mother says that she does not...
I am completely uninterested in what your mother has to say.
I can imagine it.
Well, Co Verstaven, how are you?
I don't know.
You don't know.
Wanda Wargman, what do you think?
I don't want to be in the same class as a boy like that.
Say, Dorus, how are you?
Cis is my friend and will remain my friend.
I didn't expect anything else from you.
Mine too.
Guys!
Calm down.
To your seats, this is enough.
You too, quiet.
Betje, there is something in Ciske's letter for you. Should I read it?
Where is it.
The priest wears a dress.
He is a nice man and teaches me to pray.
I can only do 'father, son, holy ghost, amen'.
I have a Mary statue and a cup of holy water in my room.
I have to stick in my finger and make a cross.
I am not really sure why.
The Mary statue reminds me of Betje.
A similarly round face.
Do you have nothing to say or to ask?
Something you would like?
You can say anything you want to Mother Maria.
Even things you would never entrust another person.
If all you say is Father, Son, Holy Ghost, amen,
mother Mary can't possibly know how to help you.
You don't have to be eloquent.
Just say it the way you feel it and comes out of your mouth.
As long as you mean it.
I'll leave you to it.
If you follow my advice, you'll find that life will get easier on you.
Trust me.
Dear...
Betje.
You're too dumb to understand everything.
And you can't help me either.
But I'll be happy if we see each other again.
Father, Son, Holy Ghost, amen.
A few weeks later I had the honor to be a witness for Vrijmoeth's wedding.
The other witness was a distant cousin who smelled of liquor.
Up.
Down.
Up.
As you can see it is not too bad. - Down.
with the damaging of the poor kid's soul.
The regime is tough, but...
what do you want.
There are guys here for theft, robbery, sexual offenses.
I doubt whether this is the right company for Ciske.
There you'll have him.
You can see for yourself whether the kid has been handled too hard.
You're dismissed from work this afternoon, Vrijmoeth.
Yes, mister.
You get to walk around the garden with your teacher.
Yes, sir.
Shake the man's hand.
Yes, sir.
Go on then.
Hey there little guy.
How are you doing now?
Good, sir.
Are you happy I came over to see you?
Yes, sir.
Are you doing alright?
Yes, sir.
I guess I won't come back to your school, sir?
What do you think of that?
To the boys? I don't know.
Would you rather go to a different school?
I don't know, sir.
I'm not harming anyone, I'm trying very hard.
Just ask the priest, I want to go back to aunt Jans and my father.
Come on, Cis.
The chief is very happy about me.
My work is always done, and my language is very good, I swear.
Listen up Ciske
On Monday morning I'll go to the judge, Mr. Van Loon.
I'll tell him you're working very hard here.
And I will do everything in my power to make sure you come back to aunt Jans.
He will be okay with that, right sir?
But surely.
Headmaster.
You enjoy this, right Vrijmoeth?
I have a positive announcement for you.
If you go to Mr. Swarth, you will get your red bracelet.
And you know what that means right?
That I'm doing my best, great.
Will you tell that to Mr. Van Loon?
Do you think he's such a broken boy?
Rather.
He's seems too well-behaved
Unnaturally well-behaved.
A bit more and he is a hypocrite who is showboating his virtues.
Behaving well has became a weird sort of object for him.
The boy with his imaginative mind.
You mean the same imaginative mind which sent his mother to another world.
And make sure you keep hold of that bracelet.
It means you have been promoted to the third class.
But you know we can also revoke that distinction.
Understood?
Yes, sir.
Good luck with it.
Hi Ciske.
What do I see there?
A red bracelet?
Where have you found that?
I haven't found it, I earned it.
You've managed that quickly then, you schlub.
Congrats.
I surely get to go to aunt Jans now, right?
And to father, when my time is over.
Yes, of course.
There, I was mostly satisfied.
Jan-Willem was growing like weeds.
I had done my duty and was now able to indulge in the delights of fatherhood.
My house looked like a pavilion.
Suus did incredible as a happy mother and caring wife.
And even Fietje could not disturb our idyll.
Our help in the household was a bit young, but very cheap.
At last it arrived,
the day of discharge from the reform school.
The waiting was now for Ciske.
Aunt Jans...
sorry, Mrs. Vrijmoeth,
was so nervous that priest De Goey wanted to distract her.
Why did the father not come along?
He's at sea.
His last journey, he promised me.
Actually I am the victim of this whole marriage.
Oh yeah?
The hope I cherished to convert Ciske can be thrown out of the window now.
Aunt Jans!
Cis, my boy!
Shall we go in here? The headmaster will follow shortly.
Okay kid, listen carefully.
Soon you'll be back on the streets like any other boy,
and you should avoid thinking about this horrible period.
You've done your time,
so this is it.
And now I want to give you a present.
Something you've got to know here.
Someone who has never been mad at you and has always...
...been kind to you.
You know who I mean?
Of course, yourself.
Oh no.
I cannot give myself as a present.
No, I mean someone else.
Can I really keep her?
Yes. - Well, what kind of gathering do we have here then?
Alright then, come with me.
Sit down on your chair.
That is only for boys who have been good.
It's a seat of honor.
What do you have there?
Got it from the priest.
That is nice for you.
You'll get something from me too.
It doesn't mean a thing to others.
But perhaps it does to you.
My red bracelet?
Take it.
You earned it.
It's your property.
Hang it up on the wall, next to the statue.
And whenever you're in a tough spot you think...
I conquered that,
so the rest should be fine too.
Shake my hand.
You've been good fun Vrijmoeth.
All the best to you.
Thank you headmaster and good bye.
Yes but not here.
Priest. - Hi Ciske.
The priest's hand rested on Ciske's head for a moment.
His lips were mumbling a prayer.
Most likely the prayer he would've hoped to hear from Ciske once.
Do you enjoy being back home?
Girls ask the weirdest questions.
Can you not give a proper answer?
Betje has always been nice to you.
I really have to go now.
Okay guys.
Bye, sir.
Say Betje, shouldn't you be in school right now?
Oh please, Mr. Bruis, you won't tell on me would you?
I wanted to be there when Ciske came back home.
And Ms. Tedema is giving crafts today.
So maybe she wouldn't find out.
And what if she does find out?
Then I am busted too.
Then we'll both have to write lines.
But I'm sure it will not get to that.
I'll help you with it.
Sir, judge.
Recently I have mostly been preoccupied with juvenile delinquents.
The latest publications from America point to... - Yes, very interesting.
What can I do for you?
For some inexplicable reason I've been relieved of custody of Franciscus Vrijmoeth.
Since then the creature has evolved fatally.
It's not that I am offended... - That is very noble of you.
I am even prepared to take over custody again.
That Mr. Bruis, of course a commendable teacher.
Why do you have such a particular interest in Ciske?
Purely scientific reasons.
Mr. Bruis has purely humane reasons.
You have to excuse me for I have to go to a hearing now.
Oh, yes.
Don't forget about your hat.
Well Ms. Verkerk, what should I have done to the boy according to you?
That is your business, sir.
I'm just saying that as a mother I don't want my son to go to such a...
Just tell me, with such a mother killer.
Well, it's true, isn't it? As a mother I don't want Jantje to...
As a mother you should've had some compassion for the boy.
I'm old and wise enough to know what I'm doing so I don't need a lesson right now.
And know that other mothers think about it just as I do.
And that we don't want a reform school brat, who has laid hands on his mother
to sit next to our children in school.
And that he...
Yeah, I'll have to lock the boy in a closet with the squirrel
and the hare and the other vermin.
Does that make you happy as a mother?
Teacher!
Quick, erase it.
Keep off the blackboard and go to your seat.
Who did that?
Well?
Cowards.
No one wants to admit?
Fine.
I don't even want to know.
That kind of filth makes me so sick that whoever did that,
does not need to face me ever again.
And it's poorly drawn too.
Verkerk, wipe it off the board will you.
Hello? Yes, how can I help you?
I can't hear you?
There is Ciske with the laundry.
I will call you later. - Come in.
I can't believe it.
What is your name little man?
Ciske Vrijmoeth.
Would you like a mint?
You can hardly imagine.
Well, just hand over that laundry.
I'll pay when I come by.
She is right.
Otherwise he might buy a knife.
Choke on it!
Where have you been all that time?
Something's the matter?
Do you have the money?
Why not?
Cat's got your tongue?
She'll bring by the money herself, because...
What?
I don't know.
I try so hard, don't I?
I don't want to go to hell.
Where did you get those ideas, silly boy?
Calm down my boy, don't cry like that.
Look Cis,
I have a surprise for you.
A postcard from your father.
From Hamburg?
He'll be coming home for a few days on Friday.
On Sunday we'll all go to the circus.
And Betje and Dorus could come too.
And Sip too? - Of course.
Vrijmoeth told me the story of the circus.
That poor rat is being taken through the grinder, Maatsuycker.
And how is he now?
His exterior doesn't show a thing.
With kids, you don't have to take these things so seriously.
That is what you think.
Something has to happen, he has to come back to school.
He asks me about it every day.
Want any tea?
We really need to decide
whether Ciske will come back to my class
or that we give in to the Verkerks and Verloops.
To be fair, I have already capitulated.
The Rat needs to go to a different school.
It's better for the kid too.
How I hate those broads.
Those hysterical chatterboxes.
Maatsuycker, I refuse to capitulate.
Come on, we fought for the boy together. Let's stick to it a bit longer.
Whatever school he'll go to, they'll point fingers at him
And here he at least has three friends, and me.
And he has you.
According to the laws of grown-ups, the kid has paid his dues.
Does that not warrant him protection from the grown-ups?
You know what, let's leave this case to the judge.
I'll see him tomorrow.
You really need to listen now, Mr. Bruis.
Jantje Verkerk's mother told my mother that Cis is a mean boy and that
I cannot play with him anymore.
Let that old hag mind her own business.
And my mother says that girls should be playing with girls.
I'll have a word with your mother.
Jantje Verkerk is constantly being mean to me.
He keeps making jokes about me hanging around with Ciske.
Jantje Verkerk is nothing but a dullard, don't you think.
Bram Verloop too.
And Bram and Fransien are constantly giggling and whispering.
Just because I like Ciske.
How do you feel about that, Mr. Bruis?
Say, Betje, are you looking for something?
Yes, my bag.
Rotterdam, Schiedam...
No, wrong again.
Ciske, ten lines for punishment.
Ciske, how did you get here?
Came to look at the fish.
Don't tell on me.
You're a good liar.
How are the boys?
Is that Verloop still such a nitwit?
Oh him.
That Jantje Verkerk is causing trouble whenever he can.
Yesterday he cursed at poor Dorus.
"Cripple" he called him.
How do you like that?
I know where they are playing, I'll go there now.
Look at the fat one.
Guys, it's Ciske.
Ciske, come here.
I can't. I have to go home.
Go on, we manage without you.
If he joins, I'm out of here.
Guys, let's play tour boat.
I'm the captain.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Here we are at one of the oldest and prettiest parts of Amsterdam.
And across the bridge we see one of the biggest chumps of Amsterdam.
Get out.
I can't help it.
Will I go to hell?
Come on, let me go.
An idiot goes to heaven, and I have to stand in the corner.
Can I please..?
I am so scared.
Calm down little man.
Here I am, little nipper.
What's the matter, huh?
This is not like you.
To be ill.
You know who I am, right?
Do you really think you will go to hell?
I thought you were smarter than that.
Only real evil people go to hell.
Miscreants, who show no remorse.
But softies like you are a joy to the Lord.
Give me a hand.
I mean it.
People who willingly hurt others
that's who He takes care of.
Trust me.
He is no longer mad at you.
Surely He knows best.
People more evil than you have gone to heaven.
That is the holy truth.
You had an accident in a angry fit
for which the Lord has forgiven you by now.
You've had your punishment, my little scallywag.
There is no hell for little devils like you.
Don't make me laugh.
D-did you come here just for me?
Of course.
When I heard what happened to you, I came immediately.
I'm not going to abandon my friends now.
You have a good night's rest.
I'll come back to you tomorrow, okay?
We'll talk a bit more and you'll see that...
Tonight I'll keep watch and you go to bed.
There is nothing to watch tonight.
The boy will sleep like a baby.
To bed, all of us.
She hasn't seen a bed in four days.
He's so sick, so sick.
Oh come, the boy is a strong as a bear.
He'll be fine in no time.
Want to make a bet?
Bet? You? - Yeah, why not?
I've made a bet with the devil. And won.
You're really something else.
As a child I had a double pneumonia.
Did I not grow up a big man?
You'll see, you won't even recognize the boy next week.
Will you go back to sea?
Only Marseille, my last journey.
That of the pneumonia was not true.
I've never even had a cold.
Either way it's good you made it in time.
Know what the detective also said?
If that Ciske Vrijmoeth dies you will probably go to reform school.
Behind bars.
Look at me.
Glasses off.
And us?
We're also in trouble because of you.
What have I done?
The kid is crazy.
Shut your mouth.
Did you go to that school?
Have you been gossiping with those broads?
If they send my Jantje to reform school they might as well send me to my grave.
Are you certain it was a priest?
Yes father.
So, then he had his last rites.
And then he dies.
And you go to reform school.
And Marie poured a drink with some head.
Marie did that out of love for you.
Not out of love.
She did it for herself too and for everyone else.
Pour me a last one.
Go home man.
Give me a..
If only you guys saw that...
My clothing, my shirt, and my...
and my tie.
Covered in blood.
And then she spoke a few words, and...
took a few steps.
And then she collapsed.
But I have given her a ki-ki-kimono.
A questionable individual,
is what that teacher has said.
If I ever meet him
or that Rat.
Those are the murderers of my fiancee.
My fiancee.
Listen up, you can't all come upstairs.
I'll be right back.
Unfortunately I'll be going to another school around this neighborhood.
I'll be running into that Verkerk.
Hey there you old Rat.
Hello sir.
You seem to be back to normal.
Look Mr. Bruis, got this from class.
And you thought the boys forgot about you.
I have a surprise for you too friend.
Quiet.
Our school song.
Hey, careful.
Cis, have you gone mad? Near that open window?
Go on, back to bed.
That was a surprise Mr. Bruis.
I have another one for you.
Mr. Maatsuycker sends his regards.
And also Mr. Van Loon, the judge.
They couldn't personally make it to your audience
but they have asked me to tell you that can come back to my class.
Guys, I can come back to school again.
Take your seats.
Hurry up there.
Tell us who you want to sit next to.
You're lucky I didn't die kid.
He gave me a book, Winnetou.
Murderous.
I would give it to my father but I'm wearing my new suit.
Aunt Jans, the ship, quick.
But there is nothing to see yet.
C'mon guys, the Zuiderkruis is in a hurry again.
Where did you come from?
I want to see my father, he's on the Zuiderkruis.
Hey, look at that scoundrel there.
Father, father.
Cis, will you come and get me?
Come on then.
Reel it in father.
Father! Father!
Translated by xDavidx