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[alarm beeping]

[sighs]

[grunts]

Oh, hi. Could I get
another cup of coffee, please?

[stewardess] Yes.

[menacing music playing]

[sighs]

[taxi driver chatting]

[men speaking]

[men shouting]

[man 1] I told you it would go wrong.

You didn't fucking listen.

Now, you gonna have
to fucking live with it!

Live with the fucking consequences!

Graig!

The ERU is here now.

You have a choice.

Either you come out unarmed,

walking backwards
with your hands above your head,

or we come in.

-[man 1 shouts]
-Do you understand?

[man 1] I'm coming out! Get out!

I'm sorry?

[taxi driver] You said
that you lived in Amsterdam?

No, in The Hague.

[taxi driver mumbles]

Uh… I'm… I'm actually alright.

You can… Just let me out here.
I'll walk the rest of the way.

-Are you sure? I can take you all the way.
-No. I'm good.

This is it.

Nice talking.

Keep the change.

[priest] Confirm us in our hope
that he will be greater than you

on the day
when you'll rise him up in glory

to live with You and all the saints
forever and ever.

Amen.

[inaudible]

I'm sorry, Simon.

You know what they did
to him after the war?

They put him in the nick
coming back to Ireland.

They called him a deserter too.

Not a word of thanks, nothing.

But your father was true a hero, Simon.

And I am proud to have served with him.

[inaudible]

They broke the mold after him.

Young people these days…

I just tell myself he's with mom now.

How are you?

How are things going in The Hague?

Fine.

Busy, you know.

Got a lot of cases on.

Europol is pretty demanding.

You know dad was very proud of you.

Don't fucking start…

Simon, I don't know
what it is with you two.

I know you never talk much.

Talk?

He barely fucking noticed me,
let alone talk!

You're wrong, Simon.

-He loved you very much.
-[cell phone ringing]

I know he didn't show it
that often, but he did.

Fox.

Yes, sir, yeah.

No, there's no problem.

I'll be there.

Did you ever… talk to a professional?

After what happened to you
when you were still on the force.

I have to go.

Kiss the kids for me, okay?

Why don't you stay?

Just catch your breath.

Let somebody else take over your work.

Sorry, Marge. I can't.

Is anyone renting the cabin?

You could go there.

Just get away from things.
Some peace and quiet.

You're right.

Maybe I will.

[blows a kiss]

[in Dutch]
Yeah, but I… Yeah, alright. I will.

[Simon clears his throat]

[in Dutch]
Sorry. Who are you?

Simon Fox.

Europol Serious Organized Crime.

I have to check
on the deceased's administration.

We think he may have been involved
in international fraud.

Right.

Right.

Mark de Koster,
Dutch Regional Homicide squad.

Have you identified this man yet?

Yes, Peter van Doorn.

Lived here most of his life.

It seems he fell down the stairs.

I can't say for sure,
still waiting on the tech team.

You think he is pushed?

Uhm…

Well, either way, I've got to check on
Mr. Van Doorn's administration.

Any idea where he kept it?

Upstairs. First door to your right.

Can I get some coffee?

Sure.

Help yourself.

-They took away the body.
-I'm sorry?

The body.

They won't be sending a tech team.

No indication of foul play. They say.

I'm guessing you think otherwise.

Are you familiar with Operation Gladio?

Underground resistance network…
mostly Cold War stuff.

The Russians are coming.

I'm a bit of a history buff.

I do research.

Historical research.

It's very interesting stuff
this Gladio, you see.

Listen.

After World War II,

here in Holland,
in Belgium, Italy, etcetera,

Gladio kept secret stashes
of unregistered arms,

ready to supply the resistance
in case the Russians came.

Like you said.

After some kids found a stash
in the early eighties,

our prime minister…
got rid of all the stashes.

The Wall was about to come down.

Things were about to change.

Only… they didn't.

They didn't?

Not as far as Gladio goes.

[suspenseful music playing]

I believe those stashes still exist.

I believe someone found them
and is going to use them.

I think one of those stashes
was right here.

This… could have been anything.

Sure. But I found something.

I didn't pick it up,
I was waiting for the tech team.

Lots of people got stuff like this.

I used to collect rounds when I was a kid.

So, what are you going to do now?

Add it to my collection, I guess.

You know, Simon…

In Belgium,
the murderous Nijvel gang used Gladio.

In Italy, Gladio used the Red Brigade
for false flag operations.

Everybody thought
it was the Italian communists

behind the attacks.

It was great for the pro-Americans,

but it wasn't much fun
being an Italian commie after that.

And now it's election time.

Basically, Anton De Poorter,
with his No-nonsense Law,

killing what is left of our privacy,

or Ben Somers, the poor sod, will win.

The difference?

The difference is whether
you want to live in a police state or not.

All they need is fear.

Russians,
Middle East extremists, anarchists,

it doesn't matter.

All they need is fear.

[chuckles]

It's all just history, I guess. Mm?

Anyway…

here's my card.

If you find any more documents
you think I should see,

give me a call.

Nice talking to you.

Thanks for the coffee.

[sighs]

Hi… Eleanor, was it?

Do you have any more
of those tablets for stomach aches?

I know what you mean.
I think I have some of those.

Thank you.

[Eleanor] Eat too fast?

Too much coffee, I'm afraid.

Simon! I tried to call you,
you didn't answer.

[whispering] They'll make
their move across the channel.

Big ass car.

I have to report to D'Arnaud.

I'll only be a minute.

[menacing music playing]

[speaking French]

My sincere condolences, Simon.

You should have told me
your father past away.

It's completely normal
to take a leave of absence.

We've got very good benefits
for that here at Europol.

I'm fine.

My offer still stands.

I've been reading through your reports

on the house of the deceased.

I will make sure the EC3 task force
can close the case.

So, Mr. Van Doorn died
of natural causes, is it?

I haven't finished the report yet.

I met this detective, Mark de Koster.

He had his doubts,

Couldn't come up
with anything solid, though.

Right.

I won't keep you any longer.

I heard you teamed up
with Thijs van Houtern

on the car smuggling?

Yeah. He is… a nice young man.

Yes, he is.

You look tired.

[D'Arnaud] Do you sleep well?

It's nothing… I'll be fine.

Right.

That would be all.

And think about that leave of absence.

Thank you, sir.

[Simon]
Interesting collection you have, sir.

Strong leaders.

Well…

I have yet to meet people
that yearn for a weak leader.

You must have had a busy couple of days.
Flying back and forth to Dublin.

Unit one, in position.

Unit two, stand by.

There are six flights a day.
It's like taking the bus.

I don't mean
to pry or anything, but it's…

You know, it's kind of a big thing
losing a parent and all.

Yeah.

You could have told me,
that's all I'm saying.

Yeah. I probably
should have said something.

[man on radio] Unit 2, pick this up.

[man 1] Marco?

We already passed customs.

So we took out the product.

Now we can make exchange faster, yeah?

[man 2] No problem, mate.

Does this mean what I think it means?

It means that they are car smugglers
with a small personal stash for use.

No, it means we are legally bound
to let UK police take them in

before they enter Holland.

If we let them cross the border,

we are accessory
to drug trafficking!

I know the fucking law, Thijs!

-I'm not going to let this slip!
-Alright!

Six months of work down the drain

because these bastards decide
to take a bag of weed on board!

You don't know if it's weed.

It could be brown, coke, pills…

I'm willing to take my chances.

Unit one, copy that.

[man on radio] Unit one, we're on.

[Simon] Unit one, copy that, move in.

[Thijs] Oh, God.

[suspenseful music playing]

Well?

[Thijs stumbling]

We knew.

There is nothing unclear
about the rules of engagement

in these situations.

I know you are relatively new to Europol,

but Mr. Van Houten here isn't.

I respect the bond
between two officers on a mission,

but if there is any kind of pressure
on you, Mr. Van Houten,

to disobey the rules,

I would like to hear so now.

I can assure you
this is not the case ma'am.

I shall request that both of you
receive an official reprimand

going to your personal files.

If Director D'Arnaud
wishes to add any punishment…

This is bullshit!

You've made your point!

There's no need
to go reprimanding anybody.

I was wrong, okay?

Please lower your voice, Mr. Fox.

[sighs]

I don't like mistakes
in my cases, Miss Brand.

That is why Thijs and I sifted
through hundreds of hours of conversation

and as many digital files.

There was no indication
of any drugs involvement whatsoever.

Only minutes before the boat left,
we picked up one single reference. One!

You should have acted
on that reference, Mr. Fox.

Mathilda Brand, the fucking prosecutor!

Everything she does is by the book.

I know the type.

They shouldn't let autistic twats
like her run fucking anything.

Alright! Well, I agree.

But you don't seem okay to me,
you're rushed, you're tense.

-[Simon sighs]
-Look.

I know what happened
with you and the police in Ireland,

maybe it's time you start looking…

You know shit, Thijs!

You know shit.

Up until today,
you had a perfect fucking record.

You probably
had a perfect fucking childhood

and I bet you have a perfect wife!

But you know shit!

I really suggest you take some time off.

And by the way, my wife, she is perfect.

I hate to break it to you like this,
but we decided to try for a baby.

That is the kind of stuff
partners tell each other,

and then they go drink at the fucking pub!

Thijs… I'm sorry.

You're right about me. I got carried away.

[Simon sighs]

Congratulations on the family planning.

The kid is gonna grow up
in a shitty world, but hey…

Seriously?

No, no, Thijs.

Thijs! Thijs!

I'm sorry, genuinely this time.

Look, if I promise to do this leave thing
starting from tomorrow…

can you at least let me take you
to the pub and buy you a fucking drink?

Please?

Alright.

Now we are getting somewhere.

Two beers, please.

I'm glad you're taking your leave.
You have been kind of on edge.

Yeah.

I still have to go through
my father's stuff my sister sent me.

A couple of boxes.

And finish my report
on some errand I ran for D'Arnaud.

Anything exciting?

I had to check something
for the EC3 financial guys.

I met this Dutch detective,
Mark de Koster.

Gave me a whole lecture
about underground post-war arm stashes.

He claimed they were going to be used
to create chaos…

by him.

De Poorter? Why?

Something about false flag operations,

the seventies, I don't know.

Conspiracy theorist.

I think they're sad.

What kind of a life do you have
if you're that paranoid?

People like that are always on about…

how much the government
knows about you and all.

Best part is that it makes it sound
like we are all very important.

We are all VIPs.

Important enough to spy on.

We are important enough to spy on.

[chuckles] I'm serious, we are.

We are the very oxygen
that the powerful breathe.

Without us to prey on,
there'd be nothing to hold power over.

You think Big Brother is watching us?

Maybe not in the same sense
as that De Koster guy, but…

the world of politics and the world
of business, they're like that.

That's no big secret.

When it comes down to it,
we are watched by Big Brother,

that's already a fact.

I think our conspiracy theorist
already got to you.

-Give me your wallet.
-I'm sorry?

Give me your wallet.

Supermarket bonus card.

What you eat and drink,

and when you eat and drink
is known to others.

Credit card.

Everything you buy, known by others.

Discount gas card.

Where you've been, known to others.

Gym membership card.

When and where you work out,
known to others.

Now, you are an agent,
so I don't need to tell you already

that your emails are read,
and therefore…

known to others.

All these data is worth millions.

Being sold on something
very similar to a stock market,

so that you spend your hard-earned cash,

and your life the way the powers envision.

No. The Privacy Law prohibits
the trade in personal data.

Gathering data
is at the very core of our job.

If we can't get to the data,
people can even die!

You're absolutely right.

But we only have clearance level 4,

authorized for digital
and visual surveillance.

You've got have a position
with a lot more responsibility

to get clearance higher than that.

Bugging people's houses?

Tracking license plates?

That's powerful stuff.

And even then, we can only hope

the one with the highest clearance
has some sense of integrity.

If we'd had access to a higher level,

we would have known
about the drugs in the car way earlier.

And where does that end?

Who gets to know what?
Who decides who gets to know what?

That's a dangerous game.

My father fought
against the worst outcome of such a game.

Your dad was a hero,
but the world has changed for the better.

You think?

Thijs, right now,
the system is working for you.

Just imagine it working against you.

[hissing] Take care, man.

Same again.

[suspenseful music playing]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[phone stops ringing]

[pressing cell phone's keys]

[in Dutch] Welcome to your voicemail.
You have one new message,

and four saved messages.

First new message.

[Angelique] Mr. Fox?

This is Angelique de Koster speaking.

[Angelique sobbing]

I have to inform you
that my husband died this morning

in a traffic accident.

I still can't believe it.

[Angelique crying]

He told me to ring you
if anything happened.

I remember I laughed at him.

[crying] Oh, God!

Mark wanted you to have some things.

Can you call me back?

[suspenseful music playing]

"To Simon.

I trust you will do
what you think is best."

Anne-Marie?

Hi, it's Simon.

Fox, yeah.

Thank you.

Yes, it has been a long time.

Listen, Anne-Marie,
my dad left me some stuff.

Old photographs.

There is one of you.

Would it be okay if I stopped by?

It's just… You knew my father
before I was even born. So…

Lovely.

Could you arrange for an 8 mm. projector?

Here you go.

Let's have a cup of tea.

Lovely.

[Anne-Marie] Your father
must have filmed that from a safe house.

The people that were killed
were all friends of Harry's.

Resistance fighters.

Oh, it's god-awful.

You know, every time I see
this De Poorter on television,

it reminds me of those days.

That man is dangerous, I tell you.

With his so-called No-Nonsense Law,
we'll right back at the Gestapo.

I may be old, but I know
a bad man when I see one.

I have some pictures.

These are Hans and Esther.
You saw them in the film.

This is your dad, me,
and my late husband, Harry.

You know, he passed away last summer.

I don't know the others in the film.

Everything was very secretive, of course,

but I do know your father was around

long after his plane was shot down.

He helped to set up a kind of network.

It became quite famous.

They called it Gladio, I believe.

Operation Gladio?

Well, I don't know much about it.

I do know your father
was very much involved.

Dad sent me this book.

[suspenseful music playing]

It's got an inscription.

I've never seen this book before.

It's about poetry

Do you like poetry?

Not in particular.

Neither did your father.

[Anne-Marie]
This is my late husband's study.

I don't come here much.

I remember Harry's group
used two identical books

to communicate, you see.

Without the source book,
no one could crack the code.

Here you go.

It's strange seeing you in his chair.

Oh, no, please, it's okay.

Harry was a lot like your dad, you know.

Those things that happened in the war,
they never spoke about it.

It bore heavy on them, though.

Your father became a closed person.
Never talked much.

I do know he loved you, Simon.
In his own way.

Well, he seems to be talking to me now.

So, how does this work?

Well, normally what one would do
is write a message.

Then, look up the words in the book.

Note the place as the number of the page,

and then the number of the position
of the word on that page.

This way, the message could travel
as series of numbers.

The recipient simply takes
a copy of the same book,

and looks up the words.

I didn't get a series of numbers.
I got a book with underlined words.

What do you mean?

Maybe…

Maybe dad sent a message…

only, the other way around.

Maybe he wants me to decode the words,

into numbers.

Coordinates.

Weapons stashes.

Fourteen.

Now we got it…

Fifty-one.

Fifty-one, point.

[suspenseful music playing]

-I know this place.
-You do?

I was sent there to investigate.

Europe is changing.

We are facing new threats,

an old enemy is rearing
its head from the east, again.

I think our agency is going to be decisive
in building up a new Europe.

Because we have the knowledge
and the capabilities

to put the union back on the map again,

independently from America.

And the Netherlands will be key
to the success of change, Thijs.

What we need is new, fresh, ambitious,
young ears and eyes for the union.

So, I'm offering you
more responsibilities,

together with an upgrade in pay,
of course.

If you don't mind putting in
the extra hours.

No, uh, not at all.

Okay.

We'll talk later.

[ominous music playing]

Seems that Mr. Fox
is less dysfunctional than I thought.

He could become a risk.

Tail him and report only to me.

[in Dutch] Sorry I'm late.

The boss wanted to see me.

[in Dutch] Oh, exciting!

Yes, it's good news, I think.

-Okay.
-Let me take you to lunch.

[suspenseful music playing]

[screams]

Fuck. [in Dutch] Police! Police!

I've got ID in my pocket.
Check my fucking pocket! Right pocket.

[Simon grunts]

What are you doing here?

I should be asking you, you fucking ape!

[man] We are the neighborhood watch.

We've had a lot of break-ins lately.

A lot of Arabs pass
through this street, you know.

-Shouldn't you leave that to the police?
-[laughing] The police?

When a man dies of old age,
they come one after another,

and when my mom
gets robbed in daylight,

-there is not a cop in sight!
-Yeah, right, right.

Hey!

When you say "one after another",
do you mean that as a figure of speech?

-Uh?
-No.

Tuesday morning a man like you,
wearing gloves and all,

and in the evening another one,
bringing an ambulance and shit.

Would you mind saying that again?

About the man on Tuesday morning?

Sure.

[man and Simon speaking in the distance]

[doorbell ringing]

Hi, my name is Simon Fox.
I got your message…

Mark was a hard man to love.

Always obsessing over things.

But I did.

I loved him.

You're with the police, right?

Yeah.

Can't you look into his death?

Why would I want to do that?

Because his car burned out with him in it.

On a deserted country road.

I know Mark.

This doesn't sound like an accident to me.

I can't make any promises,
but I'll look into it.

Mark was on to something. Something big.

I think he wanted me
to contact you because of this.

A leap of faith if you ask me.

When Mark got interested
in this Gladio thing he told you about,

he found out it was never truly disbanded.

No one would believe him,

so he became more careful
about his findings.

And it goes up high.

Real high.

Any names?

Anton de Poorter.

I don't know if I should say this,

but Mark believed at a higher level,
Europol to be involved as well.

You may as well have a look
at all of his stuff in his study.

You can take whatever you like,

I wouldn't know what to do with it anyway.

[suspenseful music playing]

There's enough in here

to make the government
fall three times over.

[Angelique] Mark didn't want that.

He just wanted democracy to work.
Not to be manipulated.

He was supposed to meet
Ben Somers next week.

He wanted to put his trust in him.

Now, he can't.

[Simon sighs]

Thank you, pal.

Cheers.

I found some interesting stuff
as I was going through my father's things.

Apparently,
he was with the Dutch resistance

after his plane was shot down.

It seems he had something to do
with Operation Gladio.

Didn't somebody talk to you
about this recently?

That… detective. What's his name?

-Mark de Koster, yeah.
-Right.

Well, sounds exciting.

You didn't take him seriously, did you?

No. No, I…

I had an interesting conversation
with an old friend of my father's.

Well, I had an interesting conversation
with D'Arnaud.

He implied that maybe, in the future,
he'll need me for more serious jobs.

More seriously than what?

Car smuggling, drug trafficking,
organized crime is hardly a joke!

I don't have the details yet.

I just think he meant I can… move up.

Never mind.

So, what's your next step
in this new hobby of yours?

If there's anything
I can look up for you, just say the word.

No, no, I'm fine.

Like you said…

gives me something to do.

No pressure.

[ominous music playing]

[menacing music playing]

[menacing music continues]

-How you doing?
-[woman] Hello. Fine, thanks.

-Do you have a terminal I could use?
-Yeah, that's okay.

NAME

SURNAME

Excuse me, miss.

My Dutch is a little rusty,
can you tell me what it says here?

Sure.

"The case has been referred to Europol.
Please do not alter data."

-Right, thank you.
-You're welcome.

Sorry.

Do you know where I can find out
who the case was referred to?

Just click here.

-Yeah?
-Thank you.

CASE HAS BEEN REFERRED TO

[suspenseful music playing]

[in Dutch] Vote Anton de Poorter.

[in Dutch] Nice, huh? This close?

[in Dutch] Ah, yes.

Do you speak English?

I can try.

You just missed the Joint Strike Fighter.

Is that runway been there long?

Yes, since the thirties, forties.

Oh, man! This is really nice.
They come in really close!

Sure.

So, where are you from?

Ireland. Dublin.

My dad flew with the RAF during the war.

Oh, really? So he is a hero?

In Britain, maybe.

In Ireland… not so much.

What did he fly?

B-25, I think.

Nice.

You know, this airport was fueled
by PLUTO during the war.

PLUTO?

Pipe Lines Under the Ocean.

They pumped fuel all the way
from Britain to the western front line.

Here, in these woods, you can still find,
uh, structure, pump, house…

I don't know the word.

Right.

Thanks.

Nice talking to you.

[man] Yeah, sure.

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[soft music playing]

[crying]

[crying]

[action music playing]

[opening glove box]

[closing glove box]

He must have passed another camera by now.

[voices over headset]

[in Dutch] Okay, thank you.

Traffic control
is no longer getting anything.

[cell phone ringing]

[in Dutch] Hi. Why are you calling?
Okay, is it important?

Yes!

Okay. Okay.

Well, I just found out
I'm going to be a father!

Cheers.

[man over phone] Well?

[D'Arnaud]
Yes, this could become an issue.

Yes. But will it jeopardize the mission?

It could.

You have to find a way
to get rid of him too, I think.

Yes, I agree.

Do you have a location?

I'll have one soon.

Very soon.

[call end tone]

[tongue click]

[ending call]

[in Dutch] Huh? But why can't you
reach him? Hello.

Don't worry, don't worry.
I'll give him a call myself.

Okay, it'll be alright. Bye.

[action music playing]

[in Dutch] Miss?

Miss?

[trying to speak Dutch]
Can I use your phone?

Please?

I can speak English.

[sighs in relief]

I… I'm late. I have to phone my wife.

I left my phone behind. Stupid!

And you want to use my phone?

Yeah. I… I can pay for the call. It's…

No, that's okay.

You can call your wife,
you don't need to pay.

Thank you so much. I won't be long.

Mr. Somers?

I'm Simon Fox,
Europol's Serious Organized Crime Unit.

I was… a friends of Mark de Koster.

Yes?

Uhm… I can only make time
between two meetings.

So, uh, it'll have to be
a roadside restaurant of some kind

between Amsterdam and The Hague.

We won't have much time,
but I'll be there.

I understand.

I will be there.

Sir.

Oh, sorry!

-What did she say?
-I'm sorry?

Your wife, what did she say?

Ah… not pleased.

Make sure the press is ready.

[dance playing]

[sighs]

[music of the sixties playing]

[increasing the volume]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[action music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[people screaming]

[Simon sighs]

[Simon] Come here.

Come on.

[soft music playing]

[sirens wailing in the distance]

[in Dutch] Foreign media are also
covering the story of the attack,

and several government leaders
have sympathized.

HOSPITAL

[in Dutch] So far, four fatalities
and 12 wounded have been reported.

Party leader De Poorter gave a statement
for the gathered press.

[De Poorter] This is an outrage.

It shows that anarchists
are not the socially engaged squatters

like we are lead to believe.

These are nothing less
but cold-blooded terrorists!

My dear colleague Ben Somers
was among the victims.

[D'Arnaud on TV] Thank you very much.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I wanted you to know…

Bastard.

[D'Arnaud]
…our agency, Europol, is appalled

by this afternoon's events.

[door opening]

The child is gonna be fine.

[sighs in relief]

Thank you.

[suspenseful music playing]

[dialing]

[low voice] Miss Brand? It's Simon Fox.

I don't have very much time,

I don't know whose phone
is bugged and whose isn't.

I am taking a leap of faith here,

but are you, by any chance,
a supporter of Anton de Poorter?

[Brand] Most certainly not.

What if I told you I have
a bag full of evidence

that puts both
De Poorter and director D'Arnaud

in a very tight spot?

I'm talking murder,
illegal gun trafficking,

and most likely attacking citizens
during a false flag operation

in a traffic jam
to boost the No-Nonsense Law.

Hello?

How do we meet?

Don't go anywhere. I will come to you.

Hi. I need a lift.

[driver] Were you married long?

Too long.

[driver] Life is a bitch.

Hope you find a good lawyer, though.

It's about time, huh?

Now, they can arrest those fuckers
before they start killing.

You being checked like that?

Have them read your emails?

Hey, I have nothing to hide.

Yeah.

Would you mind letting me out just here?

Yeah.

Thank you, pal.

Actually…

This is a strange question,

but like I said,
I'm in the middle of a divorce.

She only left me
with the shirt and my bag.

Would you sell me that sweater?

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[loading gun]

Don't even think about it.

Very slowly, take out that piece
with your thumb and four fingers.

Put it on the ground.

Kick it towards me, where I can see it.

[man kicking the gun]

[Simon in Dutch] Hey, other door?

Call off your monkey.

Turn around.

[D'Arnaud grunts]

You don't fucking think about it, he dies.

Moves towards the door.

Towards the door!

[D'Arnaud grunts]

[action music playing]

[Simon loads the gun]

[action music playing]

[metal thump]

[women murmuring]

[drunk mumbling]

Look at you!

[drunk mumbling]

[women laughing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[keys jingling]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[thud]

[menacing music playing]

[man] Simon!

Thijs, is that you?

Yes, it's me.

Can we talk?

Are you armed?

I am.

[Thijs] Are you?

I am.

What do you want?

I thought…

I thought you were going to stand
in the way… of this, uhm…

new society, Simon.

D'Arnaud…

he really got to me, man.

Made everything… seem…. easy.

I don't know how to put this.

Look, if you can give me your word

that you're mentally stable enough

not to shoot me on the spot,

I will throw you my gun.

I'd like to sit down
and talk to you, if that's okay.

Okay!

Throw it towards the door!

I, uhm…

I'm going to be a father, Simon.

Right.

Well, that's…

that's great news.

We, uhm…

We've followed you around.

D'Arnaud put me with his…goons.

I figured we were just trying to…

figure out what you were up to.

They want you gone, Simon.

They're gonna stop at nothing.

Everyone already voted in favor
of this No-Nonsense shit

after the traffic jam attack.

I… I have a strong feeling
De Poorter himself is behind all this.

You think?

Alright! You were right.

And I don't want my child
to grow up in a world like this.

We have to do something.

I have been doing a lot of research.

It seems that Operation Gladio
is very much alive.

They've taken untraceable weapons
from at least one of the depots.

They used them in that attack.

That detective I was telling you about,
Mark de Koster?

Yeah.

I found heaps of evidence at his house.

He was about to spill the beans
about everything,

then he was killed.

I can even tie D'Arnaud to his murder.

Jesus!

[Simon sighs]

I tried to get all of this
to Mathilda Brand, but…

D'Arnaud got in the way.

Brand may be a by-the-book bitch,

but she is as good as anything else
I can think of.

She won't be useful for long, though.

What do you mean?

They're already replacing judges,
Crown prosecutors, everybody!

I don't think she'll have
more than a couple of days left in office.

I believe command of regular police
has been taken over as well.

Shit! That means we've got to move fast.

I didn't know what you were up to.

I simply took off…

but this may be of use.

D'Arnaud issued them to his team.

Right.

Say, eh…

how did you find me anyway?

I don't recall telling you
about my little retreat.

Well, you carry a leaflet around
in your wallet.

My mistake.

[Thijs] Cheers.

[Simon] Which reminds me,

what mistake have you made?

[Thijs] I'm sorry?

You found me.

They are gonna find you.

We are no longer safe here.

I checked in with D'Arnaud this morning,
he doesn't know anything.

Is that your car outside?

Yeah.

They've put a tracker
on your phone and your car

the moment you joined D'Arnaud.

You don't have another gun?

[car approaching]

[car doors opening and closing]

[menacing music playing]

It's D'Arnaud's men.

Alright.

Now that your old friends are here,
we've got to move fast.

I've got to get to Mathilda Brand.

How? These people don't play fair.

Neither do I.

[door creaking]

Go!

Go!

[Simon] Hold the door!

[action music playing]

Come on.

[explosion]

[Simon] Come on.

[action music playing]

Okay. Right leads to a parking lot.

Left, left…

…leads to an underground church.

Find a car.

I'll take the gun
and deal with whoever comes after us.

We'll meet up
at the court house eventually.

No!

Don't be so stupid.
You have a kid on the way.

This is your quest.

I fucked up, Simon.

You have to let me do this.

I'll be fine. I know these guys.
They're overconfident fuckers.

Either you lose him in the caves,

or you shoot to kill. You got me?

I'll be fine, go!

Bless you.

[engine starting]

[action music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[cell phone beeping]

[laughs]

[loading gun]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Simon] No, what now?

[suspenseful music playing]

I'm sorry, but you have a thing…

Help!

Assistance! I need help!

-[Simon] Assistance, please!
-[policeman in Dutch] What's going on?

This woman, she is sick.

I have to get her her to a hospital.
Do you understand?

Yeah… That's my car.

Would you move my car?
I'll take her in this. I'll come back.

-Okay?
-Okay.

[in Dutch] There's a man here
claiming that a woman…

[Simon] Come on.

Come on. You'll be fine.

Let's get you out of there. [shushes]

[in Dutch] …until there.

[tense music playing]

[in Dutch] Thank you.

[Simon] She'll be fine.

[sighs] Oh, fuck!

You'll be fine.

[car leaving]

[radio conversation]

[radio conversation]

[Simon] Attention, all units!

Possible bomb threat on the station.

Suspects are Arabic. Repeat, Arabic.

Black clothes, dark backpack.

[radio conversation]

[tense music playing]

[sliding card]

-[sliding card]
-[beeping]

-[sliding card]
-[beeping]

[gunshot]

[Brand] Thijs has not replied yet?

No.

You sure you're okay with this?

Maybe I should just stay here

That's not a very good idea.

You should join me
in front of the cameras.

Be out in the open.

You will no longer be a target
if your face is all over the news.

Didn't they get to the press yet?

I mean, the roadblocks,
the No-Nonsense Law…

I have my connections.

Otherwise,
I wouldn't still be here, right?

I guarantee these journalists
will get the message out.

And then, I will try to make my case.

Okay.

[Brand] Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,

I would like to introduce to you
Simon Fox,

Europol liaison officer,

the man who has brought
the following to light.

With the help
of NATO's secret army Gladio,

Anton De Poorter, along with a group
of high ranking European officials

staged the attack
on the traffic jam of last week.

Both the death of Ben Somers

and the numerous civilian casualties

have been orchestrated

to popularize the No-Nonsense Law,

and influence the coming elections.

Mr. Fox has been through a great ordeal
to unravel this plot.

You've all received our research material
through the secure link.

Mr. Fox will now answer your questions.

What is it exactly
that brought this on, Mr. Simon Fox?

[mumbling] No, this was not
my investigation to begin with.

I'm building out a huge body of evidence

built out by Dutch Homicide detective,
named Mark de Koster.

[people screaming]

Simon Fox…

-We have to find D'Arnaud.
-[cell phone beeping]

We haven't come this far
to just make a ripple.

D'Arnaud can give us names.

-[cell phone beeping]
-De Poorter…

[ominous music playing]

[gunshots]

-[car doors closing]
-[cell phone beeping]

It's complicated, Simon.

You've done your bit.

[cell phone beeping]

And…

I'm afraid I've got bad news.

[soft music playing]

[Simon sighs]

[sobbing]

[soft music continues]