Pietje Bell
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:59:07
I don't really smoke.
:59:26
I'll hold it under the tap.
:59:40
Oh, thank you.
:59:42
I'm glad there are men
with manners.

:59:51
My father's came for the creep who
writes lies about my brother Pietje Bell.

:59:55
Your brother?
:59:58
The creep is Paul Velinga.
A policeman told us.

1:00:02
That man almost sleeps at the police
station for news of my brother.

1:00:06
That wouldn't be too bad
but he lies in black and white.

1:00:11
Interesting pun...
- He calls himself a reporter.

1:00:14
What's your name?
1:00:15
Hey, Velinga, a woman
is looking for you.

1:00:20
Oh, I see she's found you.
1:00:24
You pig. My brother
would never do that.

1:00:29
Yes, but I have
a very reliable source.

1:00:32
Leave him alone!
1:00:35
Well?
1:00:36
They don't have any hard evidence.
1:00:42
Pietje, I have to talk to you.
1:00:46
Okay, Dad.
1:00:47
A lot happened today.
Too much for a little boy in one day.

1:00:51
So I'll just say this:
Don't swot flies on teacher.

1:00:56
Oh no?
- No.

1:00:57
Some flies only live for one day.
- Only one day?


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