All language subtitles for 5rFF-undercover-S1E03.eng

This series is inspired by true events.

Names, incidents
and locations are fictitious.

Any resemblance
to actual persons is coincidental.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Not so mouthy now, are you?

Down, you scabby dog.

-You had enough?
-Hey, leave him.

-Hey.
-Leave him.

-Leave him. Hey.
-Ferry, he started it.

You're drunk, man! Clear off home!
Get going. Hurry!

-You're bleeding.
-I'm okay.

That's what you get.

Fuck, man. Fuck you.

Goddamn it.

-It's okay.
-Goddamn it.

Goddamn it!

Mr. Bogaert?

You can come too, if you like.

-It's okay.
-No, it's fine.

What happened?

A biker was hit head-on.

He has been intubated,
but he lost a lot of blood.

-Bob?
-Yes, Nick.

I need a trace
on Jurgen Van Kamp's number.

It's the middle of the night.

I have to know where he is,
now, or our case is lost.

Okay.

-Is he still there?
-He's just ordered another beer.

Here.

-Didn't they think it was odd?
-I had a tough time explaining it.

What is going in the press release?
Bevelse Road?

That's fine.

What have you done this time?

Have you been fighting?

Sonja, give it a rest.

Can't you stop nagging for five minutes?
I've just got up.

-I have a headache.
-Surprise.

-Where are my cigs?
-Here.

Where's the lighter?

There.

Hi, sweetie.

Go smoke outside.

Good morning, Chaima Saysay
with the nine o'clock news.

At 3 a.m. last night, a cyclist was hit
by a car in Limburg, on the Bevelse Road.

The driver of the dark Range Rover
drove off without stopping.

The police are looking for witnesses.

-If you've seen something, please call...
-God.

-Where's that boat?
-What?

-That boat.
-What boat?

That inflatable boat!

-What's happened?
-Nothing. Stay out of it.

That hit and run wasn't you, was it?

-What?
-That cyclist that got killed last night.

Sweetheart, I swear it wasn't me.

So where's the blood from?

I want you to think hard.

Did you take the Bevelse Road or not?

I don't know.

Jurgen, we'll help you,
but we need to get one thing clear.

Did you do it, or not?

I don't know.

Get inside. Go.

Put this over it.

Didn't you get the message yesterday?

I've heard the news.

-I won't be the only one on the site.
-Fuck off.

Ferry, I know someone who can sort this.

-Or you can just drop it in the canal?
-Why would you help me?

Yesterday, you helped me.

Grote Baan 200. Come after dark.

Here. Do what you like with it.

-Fer?
-What?

What was that all about?

Jurgen has a problem with the car.

Are Peter and Anouk leaving?

Yes, their contract is up.

-Really?
-Yeah, really.

What a shame.

Do you think he's coming?

-What a dump this is.
-You got a better idea?

It's your son-in-law
who dropped us in this shit.

I was never keen on the boy,
but you promised there'd be no bother.

-And I'll keep my promise.
-I should think so.

Or you'll have a problem.

I'm doing this for you.

Not for Jurgen.

If it were up to me, he'd be in the car.

What do I owe you?

Nothing. We're quits.

So, we're still hanging in.

How do we go on from here?

We don't go on.

-I can't work with her.
-What?

She can't be trusted.
She does her own thing.

Well, that's rich.

I told you to stay away from Jurgen.

You have no boundaries.
I was nearly killed.

Really, Nick,
I'll tell Fer I've dumped her.

How were you planning on doing that?

-You've been thrown off the site.
-You too.

Drop dead.

So now what?

It's Danielle. Will you get it?

-It's not my phone.
-Bob, answer it.

Hi, Danielle, it's Peter.

Hi, Peter.

You want Anouk, yeah?

She has just gone out. Hang on.

I'll look for her.

Wait, Danielle is calling.

So?

Will you just see what she wants?

Not my problem.

Come on, Kim.

Bob's not an easy man. Give him time.

I'll help you to get in with Ferry.
Then I'm done.

Okay.

No, she's not in the lobby either.

I'll go to reception. Maybe she is there.

Hang on, here she is.

-Anouk here.
-Hi, it's Danielle.

Are you okay?

I suppose. A bit bored with my leg up.

I was wondering...
Ferry said you're not coming back.

We only had it for a month.
We couldn't extend it.

What a pity.
I really liked having you around.

So where are you now?

In a hotel for now...

and Peter is away on business tomorrow.

-Sorry.
-Anouk?

-I'm sorry.
-Hey, are you okay?

I don't know, we've just had a row.
That's why I went outside.

Oh, dear. Was it bad?

I'm a week late. I'm usually regular.

I just hope I'm not pregnant.

Oh, dear.

Have you done a test yet?

No, but… I don't want to do it alone
and I don't know anyone here.

What if... I don't want to think about it.

Hey, why don't you come here?
We'll do it together.

Really?

-Sure. It's not too much trouble?
-Of course not, no.

But I'm not at the camping site,
I'm at home. I'll text you our address.

Really? That would be nice.

Yes, come on over.
And drive safely, won't you?

See you. Sweet of you.

What's going on?

Your boss is half an hour late.

Yes, I know. Mr. Maldini is on his way.
He's still at the hairdressers.

I think that's him.

Fucking Italians.

Are they here? Did you offer them coffee?

Where did you put it?

Gentlemen, excuse me.
I was at the dentists.

Good, shall we have a drink?
Chantal? Coffee?

Bring some cheap coffee. These thugs
can't tell the difference anyway.

-Pardon me?
-Three coffees. How hard can it be?

So, what?

Ever heard of Tunnel?

That's a techno club in Milan.
The very top. High end.

I was there last week.
Do you know what they have?

They have tabs that glow in the dark.
That's the stuff. It's the fashion.

I want the same. I want those tabs,
50,000, but I want them customized.

I want the Lamborghini logo, the bull,
on my tabs. It's exclusive. It's potent.

It won't work.

If the logo isn't simple,
the tab crumbles.

Listen, Gino, I don't have much time.
I'll keep it short. We're only here...

because a friend in Eindhoven
asked us to help you.

We supply the MDMA,
you put any logo you like on it.

Or you order the tabs with our logo.

So, once you've decided,
call my amigo John here.

Everything goes through him.

This is our first, and hopefully
last meeting ever. Understood?

-Hey.
-Hello.

Hey, come in.

What will you do if you're pregnant?

-I really don't know.
-No.

It's so complicated with Peter now.

Aw, he'll be pleased, won't he?

All he thinks about is his work.

That divorce.
That fucking ex is still hanging on.

I worry that he'll go back to her.

I had the same with Ferry. Yeah.

As long as she's around, you feel guilty.

You enjoy those moments together,

but you see people thinking,
"A gold digger, that one."

As if you stole him. But their
relationship was over long before.

Okay... Deep breath.

And remember, it'll be fine,
whatever happens. Yeah?

-And?
-Not pregnant.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, what a relief.

Okay, so let's drink,
the way only childless women can.

-Let's go. Will you bring my crutches?
-Yeah, here we go.

Our Lente had pretty bad reflux.

Nothing helped.

Cried all night.

Sick everywhere…

-Sitting straight helps.
-Allergic to cow's milk.

-Seriously?
-We've all switched to soy milk.

Isn't that right, Winter?
We all drink soy milk now, don't we?

-He gets a runny nose a lot.
-Yes?

Man, oh, man.

In our days, did they cut
off your balls when you had a kid?

Is it that bad?

I'm losing the will to live.

The cava has all gone.
Shall we go get another bottle?

Not with all these people here.

They're all dead inside.
They won't notice.

She said she was off to buy pumps.

Yeah, pumps. In the sales.

How strange, I thought.

Is that some sort of meat shop?

No, the butchers.

The butchers, yes.

Because I want some salami.

And then a beer at the bar.

And a guy to snog.

No, to fuck.

Hey, babe.

Hey.

So late. Why didn't you call?

Was your battery flat?

Something to celebrate, you two?

No, just nattering.

-How is Peter?
-He's away on business.

-Where to?
-Argentina.

What does he actually do?

Import and export, natural stone.

Or something.
He doesn't talk about it that much.

Same here. Yeah.

Ferry never discusses business either.

Babe, go easy on the booze.

I think you've had enough.

Say hello from me.

Is he annoyed to find me here?

-Should I go?
-No, not at all.

He likes you a lot.

And Peter too.
Otherwise he wouldn't mention him.

Okay.

-Yeah?
-I just left.

Ferry is interested in your business.

-We'll do it on Saturday.
-Okay.

-Peter.
-Hi, Ferry.

-PSV fan or what?
-Always have been.

-You too?
-No, I'm here with clients.

How was Argentina last week?

Anouk said you were away on business.

I have a few suppliers there.

Peter?

Yes, they've rented a skybox.

Enjoy the match. See you later maybe.

Bye.

-What?
-Nothing.

Do you know Peter's customers?

No, I've never seen them.

Why?

Oh, yeah…

Ah, yeah…

A bit more to the left.

Lovely. Yeah, there.

-Thanks.
-When does it come off?

At least another five weeks.

When it comes off, we'll celebrate.

-For real, right?
-Yes.

-Yeah. Do you know what I fancy? A sauna.
-Yes.

In my bare skin,
without that stupid cast.

-And a massage.
-Yeah.

It's a shame you're not still
at the camp site.

We could visit each other.

Hey, did you know
that Patrice's chalet is for sale?

Wouldn't that do for you?

-It has a brand-new kitchen.
-Maybe…

Yeah. Hey, babe.

Yeah, I'll just ask Daan.

Peter wants Ferry's number.

The midfield has fallen asleep.

Shut up, man. It'll be just fine.
Just fine. You'll see.

-Hello?
-Ferry?

Fancy coming to watch from
the skybox? There's enough room.

Hang on.

Do we fancy going up to the skybox?
It's Peter.

-No, I'm fine here.
-It would be good, man.

-No, I'm fine.
-Peter?

We'll see, okay?

We're in the Van Bommel room.
Just come up, if you fancy it.

Yes, okay.

Everything okay?

I don't think he's coming.

But you caught his interest.
That's what it was all about.

Where's the party? The party's here.

-You okay?
-Shitty match.

-Where's John?
-He stayed put. Superstition.

-Fancy a drink?
-I'll have a beer.

-Beer, guys?
-Yes.

Four pilsners.

Nice clients, eh?

Natural stone, hey?

Granite and marble.
If you ever want any...

let me know. Floors and that.

They're our beers.

You'll have to be quicker.

-What's your problem?
-Leave it. Let it go.

Oh, there's another one.

So it's a Belgian joke?

A Belgian, an Antillean and a Mongol...

Do you want a smack in the face?

Lads, let's just watch the match.

-There's enough beer to go around.
-Listen to the Mongol.

You goon.

Tough guy.

You're more than an hour late.

Don't bite my face off.

-Fuck you, mate.
-What's up?

Did the missus beat you up?

Hey, it's only a joke. Lighten up.

It's bad for the heart.
I was caught in traffic.

-Nine o'clock at night?
-Are we doing business or not?

Thousand tabs a bag. Ten bags a box.

Fine.

Hey, what about the bread?

The bread, the paper, the bills.

It'll come. Next week.

Next week? No. Now.

No way. I don't have the money with me.

What? That's what I agreed with your boss.

-With John?
-No, with Ferry.

Come on, give me a hand.

Are you trying to get me drunk?

After such a lousy match...

There's no end to it today.

A good day's business
with the Argentinean stone farmers?

-Something like that.
-Yeah.

And those two sell pebbles too, I suppose?

Get the fuck out of here.
Do you think I'm stupid?

Don't tell me you just export stone
from that backward country.

Hey… listen.

Sometimes there's space in the load.

I fill it with other stuff.

And get a good whack for it.

I don't have to tell you that, do I?

You don't know anything about me.

So you shouldn't say things like that.

We're done here.

-Give me the key.
-No.

Hang on.

You've been drinking too much, honey.

So, you're back?

-Hey, fuck off.
-Oh! Leave him alone! No!

Stop that!

Stop it! Let him go! No!

-Let go!
-Ferry, for God's sake.

Who's laughing now?

You or me? Fucking hell.

-Let me go!
-Ferry!

Let me go! Faggot.

Shouldn't you be watching the road?

Yes, but these clients are
from all over the place.

Rich Arabs, the odd CEO from Switzerland.

Really? And do they have
special requirements?

Sometimes.

Anyone who charters a private jet
can usually have what they want.

Oh, yeah.

That's so exciting.

The travel is the best.

Sometimes I have to wait a week
in Hong Kong or Cape Town.

I just go into the city.

-All alone?
-Oh, yes.

That's the best.

There's nobody else to worry about.

If I want to visit a fishermen's village,
I just do.

I always find somewhere to sleep.

It's great that you're so adventurous.

Ferry always wants to go all-inclusive.

But then you don't leave the resort.

-Hi.
-Ferry, go inside.

-Goddamn it.
-Jesus. Fer.

Get your hands off me.

-Are you gay, or what?
-Hey, Ferry?

Fer.

-Hey.
-What's happened?

He has two mobile phones. We need those.

-Calm down. No, Ferry. Yuck.
-He is drunk. Come on. Now or never.

-Come on.
-Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

Can I do anything?

-No, I can manage.
-No, you've got that bad leg.

-Get out of my house. The show is over.
-Ferry. Give me that coat.

-Give the coat here. I'll give it a rinse.
-Sweetheart?

No, there's really no need.

-Sure.
-Ferry? Ferry?

Ah, guys. Thanks a lot.
We'll call tomorrow, okay?

-Yes.
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Danielle, good luck.

-See you, eh?
-Bye.

Here. Check.

Yuck.

The other one. Come on.

Damn.

Hey, have you lost something?

Yes, my keys. I can't find them.

-Oh.
-Yes.

-Come look inside.
-Yes.

PSV lost, 0-2.

Ah.

Do you ever go to watch?

-Hmm?
-Do you ever go to watch?

No, I don't think so.

And?

Found them.

That's good.

Sleep well.

Okay?

This is good, guys.

Thanks.

Okay, that's that.

I've done what you asked me to.

Bob can carry on alone.

Kim…

I'm sorry.

I may have gone too far.

Hey...

What Bob is trying to say
is that together you're better.

Come, we'll drink to that.

I'm so happy the plaster is off.

That oppressive feeling
was driving me mad.

Oh, girl.

You are free at last.

What a shame.

I wish we could stay.

It feels so good here.

Then let's do that.

Fuck the men.

I told you that Peter was fishy.

Nothing really wrong.
It could've been his birthday.

In Antwerp, in the middle of the night?
That guy is a trained fighter.

He's a cop.
He's been playing us from day one.

-You can see his interest in Ferry.
-Keep quiet about it for now.

I've asked Walter to check Peter out.

Say nothing to Ferry until we know more.
I'll deal with this.

Here we are. The guys.

Hey, Gino.

Sorry, but I don't have much time today.
Busy, busy, busy.

Chantal is off sick
and everyone's bugging me.

We won't be long.
We've come for the money.

I told him yesterday
that I'd pay next week.

-Just be patient.
-That's not how it works.

What is it with Dutchmen?

Don't you ever do business?

A little deal to get to know each other.

If it goes well, for both parties,
there's a bigger order to follow.

You'll have 70,000 euros tomorrow.

Or your business here
goes up in flames. Right?

Jurgen, take these suits as a deposit.

Hey, guys, take it easy.

What would you say
to an extra order of 5 million tabs?

Why would you need so many tabs?

You have a buyer.

And the 50,000 were just a taster.

Look, whatever I do with them
is my business.

Can you supply them or not?

-Who's the buyer?
-None of your business.

It is our business.

John!

Come on. Don't be an idiot.

Who wants the tabs?

Come on, I just want to do business.

Big affairs are for big boys.

I'll ask one more time. Who's the buyer?

-Who, Maldini?
-The German.

Which German?
There are 80 million of them.

Gerlach, Bastian.

Bastian Gerlach.

See, it's not so hard, is it?

And the next thing you can do
is introduce us to this Gerlach.

In which case

you get the 50,000 tabs
as a finder's fee. Okay?

Nice.

Hey?

Who's been beaten up
by his woman now, then?

-What were you thinking, you idiot?
-It was an accident.

Oh, dear…

I think you might have to visit
the hairdressers again.

-Yes?
-Hey, Peter, are you still in bed?

Ferry?

I thought I'd drop in to see you,
but you are not here.

I'm on the road.

-Give me five minutes.
-Okay.

He's coming.

Ferry?

What are you doing here?

Thought I'd come and see where you are.

Fancy that, welcome.

I've also come
to say sorry for last night.

I had too much to drink, and it always...

brings out the worst.
I don't remember much, but...

Daan told me I called you a faggot, so…

Don't worry about it, man.

I have something for you.

Here, have a look.

Fantastic suits.

I've got a pile of them.

Latest collection, top brands.
Gucci, Versace,

Dolce & Gabbana. No fakes, the real thing.

Sizes 46 to 52. You'll shift 'em easy.
Here, feel.

Top quality, directly from Italy.

Nice. Where did you get them?

A friend who couldn't pay.
That's how we sorted it.

And you do more than just the stone.
So I thought…

-I don't know, Ferry.
-Why?

Don't you go abroad a lot? There are
bound to be people who want them.

-How many are there?
-Thirty suits.

Okay, I'll give it a try.

Three thousand.

Oh, come on.

That's 100 each.
They're worth at least 1,000.

Make it 750.

Come on, mate.
I'm doing it to help you out.

Five thousand.

All right then. Doesn't bother me.
No hard feelings.

Ten?

I can live with that.

Are we funding criminal organizations now?

What do we do with thirty suits?

It's a deal to win trust.

-Sure.
-Bouman is feeling us out.

Good news, believe me. We are in.

Let's hope they are not fake.
At that price.

Here, your Peter Bogaert.

Did you find anything?

I think you'll find it interesting.

John?

Hi. Cop.

NEXT TIME

The phone tab on Bouman
has finally given us a lead.

-I really don't have the time, Ferry.
-Sit.

Bob's just gone off with Ferry.

-Where to?
-No idea.

Comes on suddenly, eh?

Did you spike my drink?

Subtitle translation by Martin Meijer