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I shall tell you my story. Piece by piece.
Like in a big puzzle, they come together. But not necessarily in order.
You start at the corners. And work your way in.
The first piece...
is this.
Yep. That's me.
No. You're not the right guy.
I'm so sorry, man.
I didn't do anything.
I don't know who you are.
I know that.
But that's not the point anymore, is it?
Tell me, father. Do you know "Lucas" 5, verse 32?
Yes...
Then say it.
What?
I... I...
Say it!
Luke... 5... 32...
"I came not to call the righteous..."
"but sinners to repentance!"
No. That's not it, father.
Yes, it is!
"Lucas", 5, verse 32.
Beware of the darkness! Anger, fear, agression!
For in the darkness they lie!
And once you start down the dark path...
forever will it dominate your destiny!
Consume you!
That... is... no... Luke!
That is no "Lucas"?!
9:30 on a tuesday night.
There I am.
Sitting in a cold rented office in The Netherlands.
Clueless about what to do next.
That's one of the most depressing situations you can find yourself in.
And I happen to find myself in it quite a lot.
But that's when she arrived. With the plot twist.
Come in.
Well, Hello. Annette, wasn't it?
You should really lock your front door.
You look as blonde as ever.
If you don't ever want to see the women you hump again...
you should make sure they don't work at the same place you get drunk every night.
It's not that I didn't ever want to see you again.
Well, it is a little.
I just didn't want to see you the next morning.
Why would a cute English boy like yourself move to this little country?
I came here because my father sent me here.
But I wasn't gonna tell her that.
Dad raised me in England after mom died.
He forced me to learn Dutch, because "Mom would have loved that".
Hey, buddy. Slow down.
Even if for some reason he never allowed me to set foot in The Netherlands.
Your ice cream isn't going anywhere.
You're gonna start talking about mom again, aren't you?
How so?
When you order me the biggest ice cream, you either start talking about mom or blonde women.
I don't get it.
Oh, yes. Dad couldn't so much as think of a blonde woman without some sort of painful rage rush.
Not today.
Eventually he learned how to control it somehow.
Will I ever get to go to The Netherlands?
I want to see the city where mom lived.
Of course.
Someday...
When the time is right, okay, buddy?
You'll know it when it happens.
And here I am. Back in Holland.
Older. And wise enough to start connecting the dots.
But when the dots aren't so clearly visible...
that's when dad comes back. To help me out.
I just can't believe what you told me about mom.
It doesn't make any sense.
Unless that's your idea of some death bed joke.
Ah, come on, Mikey. I've never been an asshole.
- You don't really belive that I... - Yes, I do, actually.
Because I'm the one who's going out there hurting people.
Looking for answers to questions that I never asked.
Listen, Mikey. I know I'm always the first one to be sceptical about everything.
And also you know I would not allow you to rest until you knew everything that had happened.
I'm that kind of an asshole.
Lazy asshole. You could have done that yourself.
Now... Just enjoy your orgasm...
Was it good for you?
Yes. Awesome.
Father could have let me be a low life in England as I was supposed to.
- Wanna do it again? - But instead...
he turned me into a low life in Holland.
And one with a Sherlock Holmes syndrome to boot.
What's up with you?
What is on your mind?
What was on my mind? That's a gamble.
Life never deals from a full deck.
That's why the house always wins.
Of course, it helps if you sleep with the dealer.
But when the other guy has an Ace up his sleeve...
that's when you up the ante.
I've told you before, you Scotish bastard...
It's very bad to fuck with me.
I have no idea where that's come from.
Play on, boys.
Coming to The Netherlands to play poker hadn't been my very first idea.
It had been my father's last one.
Mikey... You gotta promise me...
You have to go back to The Netherlands...
What? But, father, I haven't been there since I was a baby!
That's where your mother died... You have to promise me...
But I thought we came to England to escape that memory...
Well, you did, at least. I barely remember her.
Your mother did not die of cancer.
What? Of course she did! It was leukemia!
Your mom... your mom was murdered.
No! You told me it was complications from the pregnancy.
That's why we had to run away. Son...
You have to find out what happened. You have to find out who murdered her.
Father wasn't a very decent man.
Not that I turned out to be peaches myself.
He married a Dutch woman he met back in America. She was 20 years younger.
She also turned out to be my mother.
- Hey, not done yet, honey? - Don't be too late, dear.
They were to each other the missing card to a Straight Flush.
Not a Royal one though.
They moved together to the Dutch country side and there he set up a life.
He tried to mix in and get along.
Soon enough, he met some people. And not by coincidence, he spent a lot of time doing what I do.
Well, gentlemen, I'd like to thank you for this wonderful poker game here.
Hear, hear, Tommy!
I have an announcement to make.
- Shit... - Here it comes, we knew it!
As you know, Anne and I are trying to get a baby, so things are getting pretty serious...
and I'm afraid I will not be able to join you fine people anymore to our lovely poker games.
Come on, Tommy. I have a Bonnie Lass as well. But that's never gonna stop me from gambling.
Really, Scottie? You of all people?
I mean, you've gone through the same thing as I have. We both left our country for our women.
Pussy whipped.
I'm trying to build a home here, some roots.
So you intend to stay in our country? Indefinetely?
Choices, Scottie. Choices.
But is she pregnant yet?
No. But I'd better get home. To make sure that happens. Capisce?
After one particular game, father headed home instead of his job at the docks.
He wanted to surprise mom for lunch.
But, oh yeah... the social thing with the neighbors is very important in Holland.
- Mrs. van der Vent. - Hello, Tommy.
- How are you doing? - Fine!
Is this Annette? You've grown up!
For sure!
She's my favorite niece. I mean... granddaughter.
I'm your only grandchild, nanny.
Very well.
- That looks heavy. - Yeah, my bike got stolen.
Damn Germans.
I bought some stuff for lunch. I'll make a surprise for Anne, my wife.
- Nothing else could ruin my day, could it? - That's nice!
How's Anne? Still doing sports?
Yes, she loves it. She plays football and tennis.
- Really? - Yes.
Being healthy can't hurt, can it?
You could say she plays for both teams.
Hold on, I've got something for you.
Ready?
Here you go.
Not before the vegetables, huh?
- Here you go. - Thank you, Mr. Tommy.
If you don't mind, I gotta go. I don't want to be late.
Mrs. van der Vent. Annette.
- Bye-bye, Tommy! - I'd say dad never got used to that social thing.
He speaks Dutch so well!
Dad's surprise to mom was a big move in his eyes.
Anne?
Their marriage wasn't seeing the best of its days. And he felt like he could make the best of it.
Anne?
Though I think he was more surprised than she was.
Anne?
Tommy!
I... I was just taking a nap.
Who are you talking to?
Oh, hi, Tommy.
You know Mrs. van der Vent, right?
Father wasn't the violent type.
You're home so early!
Not towards people anyway.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
I guess that was when this genetic blonde-phobia begun.
Now, if those sleeves come down again, I'll have your balls dangling from your ears.
You'd think my father would keep my mother's adventures a secret from me.
But he wouldn't shut up about that blonde whore with whom she scored.
And to this day... I cannot trust a blonde chick.
I think you need to relax a little.
Let those boys play their little games. Come with me.
Sorry, gal. I can't spare a coin for you.
For you I'm free. I love handsome men.
And girls. Together. We can mix it up.
Hello, Annette.
Like peas and carrots.
I cannot trust blonde women.
But I'm a bitch for Chanel no. 5.
I'm not gonna lie. I enjoyed it.
And I've gotta say, I was pretty damn good at it.
I'll show you Holland, you English boy.
But no matter how good the sex was...
all I could see when I was around a blonde woman... was betrayal.
Damn you, dad.
Oh, their hair color might be that of angels...
But they cast certain hell wherever they pass by.
But I guess dad knews that better than anyone.
- I... - ...have a daughter to take care of!
Instead of doing... this.
She still loves you. Remember that.
Good luck, Anne.
With a woman, Anne? Really?
You know how tolerant we are around here.
It wouldn't be a classic of life's irony, though, if that woman wasn't pregnant with me...
right when their relationship sunk.
It's remarkable how long dad managed to stay with her after what happened.
But dad felt like he had to be there for me from day one.
But soon after I was born, he had become somewhat paranoid thanks to her lesbian stunt.
And anything would be the trigger to some hallucinations that drove him mad.
Father may have been furious. But he wouldn't hurt a fly.
Sorry, Anne. But I've stuck around for the baby as promised... but I can't take it anymore.
But, Tommy, I haven't done it anymore since that day.
I'm so sorry. How many times do I have to apolo-...
"Sorry" won't make up for the fact that there were two scissors doing it on my bed!
"Sorry" won't fix it. Nothing will.
It's not about you. I just wanted something exciting... something...
new.
I was gonna stop.
And with a blonde woman.
I never thought you'd go as low as that...
That very same day, he was out of there.
- I'll be back for the rest of my stuff later. - Tommy, please!
Oh yeah. I'm using the savings to get myself a better vehicle.
If only we could talk...
That happened shortly before she died...
I was but a toddler and father insists she was murdered.
And that he didn't do it.
What the hell happened back then?
How did she actually die?
This is all my stuff. I'll be seeing you.
Don't go. Please, Tommy. The baby is sleeping. Come inside, let's talk.
MOVING BOX
Goodbye, Anne.
After what happened, dad kind of lost his shit.
But he felt like he had to shield me from the gruesome fate of my mother...
Mom's sickness taught us what?
- Never... - ...trust a blonde woman.
Blonde...
I don't get it! What's leukaemia got to do with blonde women?
Turst me, they're not worth it.
- His lessons never made much sense. - Alright, daddy.
But I liked the ice cream. And so, I listened to them.
- What if I end up marrying a blonde woman? - You shall do no such thing, you hear me?
- Can I speak English again? - No. No.
English at school. Dutch at home. For mom.
Mother was Dutch. Father was American. I lived in England...
had to speak Dutch and never saw a windmill.
That made my head a messed up fuckfest.
Up until the last minute, when he decided to play the truth game.
I swear to you, Mikey. I did not kill your mother.
That's why we left the country? We were running away.
I'm pretty sure they'd come after me. And I was really mad at her.
If you didn't kill her, then why run?
I was scared and I didn't want you to grow up without a mother and me in prison.
What do you know, father?
Go to Amsterdam. And find a bar called "De Kroeg".
"De Kroeg"?
And look for a man they called... They called The Dutch.
You want me to go to Holland to find a man called The Dutch... in a bar...
called "The Bar"?
He might as well have told me the guy smoked weed under a windmill.
But promise me you will not hurt anyone, okay?
Father wasn't the violent type.
And don't trust anyone either. Specially blonde women...
There it was again.
Blonde.
- This will help. - A photo...
of a guy in a suit. With the upper part ripped off.
Some fathers leave their children a Rolls Royce.
I didn't have much to lose by leaving England.
And it was about time I saw The Netherlands with my own eyes...
So I packed what little I had and said goodbye to the only life I knew.
Well, it wasn't much...
But I didn't come here to do sightseeing. So I might as well make the best of it.
You could say I grew up since I arrived in Holland.
I stopped believing fate would solve all my problems.
But fate seems to knock on the most unexpected of doors.
Come in.
Well, hello. Annette, wasn't it?
You should really lock your front door.
You look blonder than ever.
If you don't ever want to see the women you hump again...
you should make sure they don't work at the same place where you get drunk every night.
It's not that I didn't ever want to see you again...
I just didn't want to see you the next morning.
Why would a cute English boy like yourself move to this little country?
Should I trust her?
I don't get many of your kind in my bed, Mikey.
No.
I came to this country because I've got a past here.
And I need to figure out what that past is.
Could it be a woman? Someone you left snoring on a brothel's bed after a free fuck?
Oh, my dear...
That wasn't free.
- I mean us. - I prefer to believe it was...
Or was the price you paid just an attempt to offend me?
Well, I do hope you girls split the cash?
Now, as you can see, I've got a lot on my plate here.
So I think it's about time that you left.
Oh, yes, your past, isn't it, Mikey?
Let's see...
That cute British accent...
And you speak Dutch. Very unusual... For a foreigner...
Unresolved past?
Could you be...
Tommy's son?
How would you know that?
You should expect that the gossip of what happened would spread like wild fire in this town.
Here's a freebie for you.
Her Chanel no. 5 was intoxicating.
If history has taught us something, it's that cute English boys...
should always be aware of the Scottish.
They take what's theirs... even if they have to cheat.
Goddamn William Wallace.
Scotch...
Annette's accent does sound very British...
It just makes sense that she'd know this guy. From somewhere.
I've always known that poker and whores would lead me somewhere...
- Two for you, Scott. - Thank yeh, lassie.
Raise.
Fuck it. We don't care if I lose my pants, do we?
Terrible.
I'll put $1000 in.
Call?
So. What did we find out?
That cheating bastard at the poker table.
And he was just at "De Kroeg", wasn't he?
And he will take me to The Dutch.
Now...
What would be in the Holy Grail if Jesus wore a kilt?
My guess?
A single malt... scotch.
But if I were to confirm my suspicions, there was one more person to go to.
My cheap sex god is here?
Am I wearing too much?
Since I'm still sober, I'd say you're wearing too little.
We had a good thing going on. I decide to please you with some... unusual night.
And you just vanish?! You know how small you made me feel, Mikey?
A general feeling I leave among women, I must say.
I went to third base with a woman for you.
- And you leave $40 on the bed? - I let you keep the change.
Look. I did what I did, you don't have to be happy about it. But maybe we can help each other out.
What could you possibly expect of me now?
That man we caught cheating yesterday. Who is he?
Him? I don't know. No one.
You see, 'cause he sounded very English to me. Perhaps even Scottish...
And Annette... Her accent is very good, too...
So what do you know?
Why would I tell you anything? You're not worth it anymore.
Unless you have something to lose with them, I suggest you start talking.
Or I'll give you something to lose with me.
All I know is that he comes from Scotland. Nothing else.
And the accent is just shit.
I don't know if it's because her hair wasn't golden...
or she just looked ridiculously pretty under that stupid cap...
But after our little chat...
she might get suspicious.
Do you know Quentin 12:25?
The brooch on that photo...
It's the same brooch Scott always wears.
So he is the Scotch...
You've come a long way, Mikey...
just wrap it up now.
If he is the Scotch... Then he'll take me to The Dutch.
And The Dutch will tell us exactly what we want to know.
I bet $200.
Why should we have a new dealer, anywho?
She was indisposed.
It was not good.
But this time, it was I who had the Ace up my sleeve.
I'd better how my hand, then...
If you take me to The Dutch, I'll lose this hand...
What?
Scotch!
What did you call me that for? My name's Scott. Not Scotch. Scott!
You know, like that explorer chappie.
You know, I'm beginnng to think you really like the idea of your balls dangling from your ears.
Now show your cards.
Very good.
Now we'll meet The Dutch.
I'll be outside.
There's a backdoor. That way.
Thanks, laddie. Thanks!
Take me to The Dutch.
I don't know what you're talking about. I really don't!
I'm sorry, were those your balls?
Did you go to Sunday school?
What?
Do you know Steven 26:12?
I never heard of that apostle!
"Only in the leap of the Lion's head shall he prove his worth."
"Only the penitent man shall pass."
Do you know what this means?
That's "The Last Crusade", isn't it?
Now take me to The Dutch.
I can't tell you. It'd be horrible.
It will be worse for you if you don't.
I'll just have to assume you know what happened to my mother.
I'll tell you! I'll tell you...
You're too easy.
If the Scotch lied to me, I'd be back to mark zero after killing the bastard.
But when you're pulling a man's balls out with a Swiss knife...
you can generally tell he's not lying.
And so, I arrived at the address he gave me.
Not that the buliding was hard to miss.
Welcome to the Lord's house, my son.
I read somewhere that this church was built over a Roman graveyard.
You shouldn't believe everything you read.
What can I do for you, my son?
Funny place to find you...
Dutch.
Right...
I hear you do your misdeeds by quoting phony Bible passages.
I have a real one for you.
Job 13, verses 1 and 2.
"My eyes have seen all this. My ears have heard and understood it."
"What you know, I also know. I am not inferior to you."
Fucking deep.
Don't fucking swear in the house of God!
I usually don't take bullshit.
So... Mikey, is it?
I thought you'd show up one day.
But the question that eludes me now is... How did you get to me?
No one has called me The Dutch since my ungodly days.
You see, I think the question is...
How did you get to her?
Remember? 25 years ago?
Yes, yes. Why else would you be here?
But things aren't always what they seem.
You father would know about that. After all, he ran away to England...
afraid of being blamed for what happened, did he not?
But before fleeing Holland, old Tommy did investigate... and he got close enough.
He heard about a man called "The Dutch", who might be linked to sweet Anne's murder.
But he never made the connection between The Dutch and well... me.
So you admit you did it?
I never said that.
I just mean your father was chasing the wrong person.
Bullshit.
Follow me.
The fuck you looking at?
Do sit down.
You know, I thought you'd look more like you father. Old Tommy. How's he doing?
Oh, I'm sorry, kid. What was it? Leukemia or something?
But you do take after them.
A snob American with little regard for traditions and customs...
And a Dutch dyke with bad taste in women.
We don't smoke in the Lord's house, my son.
And her lover was also blonde, I hear?
Why did you kill her?
This is getting old alread, Mikey. I didn't kill her. I swear.
After all, I'm a man of God.
Her lover, however...
The woman your mother chose as a lover belonged to someone.
Someone who couldn't take the cheating.
So, when the Scotch found out...
Well...
And then it struk me...
This is all my stuff. I'll be seeing you.
Tommy, please. The baby is sleeping. Come in and let's talk.
Goodbye, Anne.
His wife?
You have an affair with another woman?!
-Tommy's wife? - How can you know that?
I cannot believe it! That's what you do when I'm out playing poker?
I leave my country for you. And that's how you repay me?!
- What have you done? It's not like that! - Dad?
- It wasn't during the poker! - "Not during the poker"?!
- Mommy! - Get out of here, Annette!
Have you never found it kind of odd, Scott's wife dying shortly after your mother?
Blonde, huh?
I get it.
My job here is done.
Oh, is it, Mikey? You came all this way for such a noble task.
But I don't think you've taken your revenge yet.
Oh, but I did. I just didn't know it at the time.
But I took my revenge.
I took it by the balls.
Hey, Mikey.
How about this one...
Matthew 5:38!
"An eye for an eye... a tooth for a tooth."
"But I say onto you, do not resist the one who is evil!"
"But if he slaps you on the left cheek, turn to him the other also."
Why did you get shot?
I don't know...
You kill the Scott. Tell The Dutch... Somehow that'll piss him off. Why?
- I'm gonna die, aren't I? - That means we both will, Mikey.
But I'm not letting you go before you pay the bill.
An eye for an eye, Mikey.
As he left me to die on that cold church floor...
I could only wonder what I'd missed.
Why would he shoot me after learning what I did to Scott?
Scottie...
He took you from me, Scottie.
But I took his life...
I've always known that poker and whores would lead me somewhere.
I just never thought it'd be this.
I should never trust a blonde woman.
I don't know why I keep making up all this Bible shit.
I guess it keeps my mind busy.
Of course, you can't hear me anymore...
Here's a real one for you.
Luke 5:26.
"And everyone was amazed and filled with awe."
"And they all said together: we have seen remarkable things here today."
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