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Quickly pulled a fucking true story

My name is Adamo, as the singer. The snow falls, you know ?

And I'm a fucking patser.

I grew up in the Kiel area. In Antwerp, in Flanders, in fucking Belgium.

The kid too cool in the shirt of Antwerp there, it is me.

- Head of dick ! Asshole ! - Dirty rats from Kiel !

Of Italian mother and father moroccan. I have a beautiful temperament of the south.

- What is your problem ? - Aspirin of shit.

Here are a Volt and Junes, my two best friends. Two great neighborhood.

But the more couillue, it was the one that had no balls :

Badia, alias Tong Po. The Kickboxer with Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Inseparable, we spent our time on the console as if our life depended on it.

That is what happened ? Pfiou.

Junes, it was the b-boy of the band, the breakdance.

He was dancing non-stop, as if he lived in a video clip.

As Tony Montana. As Tony Montana.

Releases, big pile of shit.

Volt, it was the hyperactive. Always under tension.

He thought that he was a character in a movie of gangsters.

Need you to be a gangster like me, nigga, like Tony Montana.

Fucking shit. I tear apart. I'll kick your ass, dude.

Badia was the kickboxeuse, the JCVD of the district.

If you touch the tip of your finger, you broke a hand.

It was sturdy and gun, a guy with a heart of gold.

Mohim, the girl of your dreams, if you know what I mean.

And me ? I am Adamo.

With my cap Gucci and my Nike Air Max no one had as much class as me.

Half-moroccan, half bouffeur of spaghetti.

And grow in the buildings of Kiel, it was the shit of the century.

- To the one who spits the better. - Yes.

Look at the guys, touched.

It was the patsers the 2020, of Kiel.

The city, nay the world, we belonged.

I live for my friends, my friends, my brothers.

I would do everything for my brothers.

I would never fall, whatever happens.

It was the Ninja Turtles or the Four Musketeers.

One for all and all for one.

It is only together that we reach the fucking top.

Pride, greed.

Lust, gluttony.

Envy, anger, sloth.

We are all prey to these seven deadly sins.

My mother is a daughter of the miners of Limburg.

Italian, she had a catholic education and every Sunday I went to church.

Pride, greed, lust.

I found it not boring. Not really.

Greed, envy, anger, sloth.

On the contrary, it fascinated me to see the priest in action.

I had the impression that he was in direct contact with the angels and saints,

he was the friend of Jesus.

Seriously, I thought this guy had the Force, like a Jedi master.

Wow !

My father, however, had other concerns than religion.

Good, he was a muslim. Classic, you see.

But he loved my mother, he didn't care about the religion I would choose.

And my choice was quickly made. I liked too the eggs and bacon

and I knew that I was going to drink some liters of alcohol later. Office.

- You are muslim ? - I'm catholic.

- What, you're not muslim ? - My mother is catholic.

Listen, dude. Catholicism, it is Windows. Islam, it is Apple.

Because Apple is the future.

The capital sins are not necessarily negative.

It can be a line of conduct.

Not so twisted as the serial killer from Seven.

No, in the sense of live and let live.

Our sin favorite was the sloth. What is it that you believe ?

The major part of our days was devoted to video games.

It was our cam. The school was secondary.

Play good students, listen to teachers, do homework,

it may be a bend to the white, but not us.

- You are afraid to this thing, bitch. - What, you show me drafts of slut ?

Brothel. Stop crying, bitch. You don't know, lose.

Advance, advance. I am in the process of losing.

- You see, you say to yourself that you will lose. - Pfiou, pfiou.

- Oh pfiou, why ? - I have got you, motherfucker. I have got you.

The concern is that Badia was such a competitor,

it ended usually in rwina. It made me infuriated.

We always played in Badia, in uncle Farid.

It was not really my uncle, but the best friend of my father.

Blood brothers when they were young in Morocco,

here, they had a small business together :

Import of a regional product moroccan very popular.

I do not trust these gangsters. Need to be wary of.

Not stress. All will be well.

- Farid, you come help us ? - What ? Wait.

- What is it that you do ? - Nothing.

If you do nothing, just carry these bags.

- The elevator is still down. Good-for-nothing. - It is good. It comes to help.

- Here it is, finished playing. - Not.

You, you the firm. Shut up, you son of a bitch.

Look at us now,

a band of losers smoking joints that are fighting for the remote.

Always the same old same old.

Each day is a copy of a copy, of a copy.

- One is in the shot or not ? - One is in the shot.

Mr. Lacoste with both packages, I work at the post office

the origin of the trouble, the big bang theory

here, as the practice, not of theory, cookies are our enemies

- Hey, what is this shit ? - What ? I have no right to kiss ? Would like.

You gotta say : "Do something of your fucking life."

"It gives you a chance, then seized." Shit.

Hey, small !

But even with five degrees of shit, you always remain a rebeu.

Then, to the devil, in life choices must be made.

And a long time ago that I did mine.

Wow, it is tearing me apart the lungs. I can feel it. Take. Take.

Uncle Farid, you can count on us. They take care of it.

- Thank you for your help. - Uncle Farid, take care of yourself.

On to the next.

You know, my uncle.

You forget that children I pourchassais.

- Never. - See you soon.

Adamo, avoids trouble.

- It is of the enfoirés expensive. - Keep an eye on the road, my brother.

- Arrived today in Morocco. - Let me taste it.

Excellent quality.

- And ? How are the deliveries ? - Well, as always.

This is all that you eat ? You will find never a good wife.

- Eat more. - It's going to go.

I'm going to find a woman to Marrakech. A beautiful small woman.

- The big shot ! - Why you are getting married ?

- Mom. - What is this crap ?

- Why not ? - Sorry.

It is true. Impossible. It is the same family.

If babies are made, we will have babies morons Stephen Hawking.

Kids, delayed with a small joystick. It's not going to. She is like my sister.

No, it's not going to.

What to say, it enters through one ear and out the other.

Am-me. Need to talk.

- You're still a lesbian ? - Mom... Again ?

Orlando Mary is coming tomorrow to Amsterdam. To be on time.

It annoys me to always be held away from the serious stuff.

Calm yourself, Badia.

Of patsers arrive from the netherlands and I am not good at cooking.

Believe me, you don't want to soak in this business.

I have the right to decide for me ? This is a fucking sexist.

It has nothing to do with sexism. It's just pride.

Dealer of the shit and make believe to your wife and to your daughter

that what you do is legal. I can not believe my mother may believe.

In addition, he knows that I know.

- I don't know if he knows that you know. - That's it, yes.

You'll have your chance one day or the other.

If tomorrow, I wake up with a dick between the legs.

A good job interview revolves around three things.

Primo, why applying you in this business ?

Secondly, why are applying you for this position ?

And thirdly, what is it that you qualified for this position ?

LEVEL 2 ENVY

- Who is this patser ? - It is Orlando Mary.

- Mary ? What is the name of a bitch ! - Maybe, but it is not a fag.

It is a sick.

It is not a patser. It is an patser to the square.

A true. A Salvatore Totò Riina.

A few years ago, it was a gnat like us.

- He grew up in the Bijlmer. - Where is it ?

Amsterdam South-East.

It is as Kiel, Borgerhout, Molenbeek. A true niggerhood.

His brother and him had their ground game in the Hollandse South Central.

A little deal, a little glandouille.

But one day...

his brother was killed by a bullet in front of the whole world

by a fucking lopette white neo-nazi.

One does not touch with the family of Orlando. And everybody was going to know.

Before he could do anything, the killer ended up in jail.

For once, the cops have done their job.

Guilty.

Orlando wanted revenge.

The lopette has taken for 10 years and came out 3 years later.

Orlando has made its place in the business and became a OG a respected,

but he has not forgotten his brother.

Nobody touches the family to Orlando.

He was going to make sure everyone has understood the message.

He takes a bullet and collapses. Orlando looks at him,

looks him straight in the eyes and show him that command.

It then explodes like a fucking rocket Sputnik.

He sells the shit by the kilo, not the gram.

Then, it passes to the coke with the Colombians.

You have no interest in the kiss or it is of the office game over.

- Wow, how did you undermined, you ? - What ?

It looks like a businessman Turkish. The lack of a flat head.

It is out of respect for Orlando Mary.

I am an entrepreneur. I'm thinking about. I want to move forward.

File-me it. Going to play entrepreneurs. Businessman Turkish.

- Oh damn, is that him ? - Hey. Gently.

- Is that him ? - Will you make with your head champi.

- Relax the fuck. - Why you are passing from behind ?

- My nephew. - A bit of discretion. It is home to me.

- The discretion will kill you. - Will you do it with your shirt like a curtain.

Shoot him in the face. - Guys, this is good.

You're going to get us out of other Moroccans of your hat ?

- Why you're late ? - Come on, dude.

- Advance, advance. - Swarming.

You, LL Cool J second-class.

I almost you put a bullet in the skull. Sit down, dude.

I pointed a gun to the head.

Farid, your network we are interested in.

Thou hast opened the way between Morocco and Antwerp.

You know the port. This is why we want to work with you.

It is without me. It is only in the natural.

You have any idea what it's going to yield you ?

The slightest idea of what it may cost me ?

OK, what is your margin ?

A kilo of flour you earn ten times more.

My uncle...

this is our chance.

No, it's too risky. And I'm not talking about prison.

- Need to take risks to succeed. - Not.

There is a problem ?

No, my nephew must just learn to think before they act.

- To act ? Or rather, to speak ? - It is said think before you speak.

No, it is think before they act. - Except that it does nothing.

- Pardon ? - It is as fuck.

- For us to kiss, that is not love-making. - No, this is not fooled.

For us to kiss, that is...

OK, dude.

Guys...

Think about it-y. OK ?

We're not talking about a few cents.

Don't forget your pizza.

That's why you're here, right ?

He rips the guy.

I swear to god. I do not understand this tail. I do not understand this tail.

- Wow, what a hottie ! - I'm going to kiss my brother.

No, I'm going to fuck her. Fuck.

Look at that. That are the cool guys.

A guy supposed to the middle would roll in Golf. A low-profile.

- This is the old school, my uncle. - Fucking, fucking.

If you associate with these guys, you will make money as before.

It is in the past all that, my big.

Look at that. You have seen it ? At least they have a life.

We do not want to be rats in sewers

that dealaient of the shit for a few euros, as losers.

We refused to let our lives be a copy, of a copy, of a copy.

We wanted to be whores patsers, as Orlando Mary.

Live the life of true legends of film like Tony Montana.

Or cool rappers OG video clips, as 2Pac.

A patser is respected by other patsers

and can have all the girls he wants.

- With your dirty hands. - A chopper, a chopper.

- A half-Italian at the con. - What, Italian ? Oh, my cap Gucci.

- And ? Do you think that makes you a man ? Cool, nana. Cool, nana.

"Cool, nana. Cool, nana. I can all it to me."

- You can all you make. Give me that. - Not.

This is my cap Gucci, damn it.

Loser.

- Hey ho, don't make me afraid like that. - What's new ? Of large-scale projects ?

No, I'm walking, I hangs out in the corner. And you ?

I eat a pizza.

- And your promotion ? - How will Orlando Mary ?

Yasser was a kid cool. Really. It was the hope of the neighborhood.

Hey, my brothers.

It was the only non-native school catholic.

Apart from Jurgen, but it has been adopted, it does not count.

I rap in the microphone every single day

Yasser has been identified as a centre-forward, a Hope for the red Devils.

My best friend. I was so proud of him.

- Yasser ! - And then, a catastrophe came to pass.

Your homework, now !

This lopette has become a fucking keuf.

Talk to me. I can't help you if you do not tell me not.

And not just any keuf. No, a keuf who believes in you.

Always want to help the weak.

The illegal immigrants are ill-treated. This cunt thought he could fix everything.

- She says that she doesn't know. - Why not ?

It was not like the people are rotten. Especially the keufs.

He practiced the policy of the ostrich.

I understand you, but understand-we. Immigrants may not pay us.

- Just look at that folder. - Agree, but I promise nothing.

You earn enough in criminal law.

You say to yourself. It is of the criminal law. The rest, it's not our domain.

Just do it for the goodness of the soul.

And it's going to pay us to eat ? I don't think so, no.

This place is rotten is full of racists.

And you wonder to do not as yet have had of promotion ?

Who's here ? Mr. Own.

Commissioner, another case of illegal immigrants bothered by the cops racist.

I told you, Yasser. There are no cops racist here.

- Where are the complaints then ? - Racism is relative. Come see.

Another thing. You know Orlando Mary ? The baron of the trade the Dutch coke.

It has been seen in your neighborhood, with your friends and your family.

You should discuss with your uncle Farid.

Your names have been mentioned in the office.

A big party with patsers Dutch ? Keep an eye out.

We don't do the big party, live, my brother.

- You intend to stay there ? - As long as you dip shit, yes.

Oh, stir the shit as to become a keuf ?

Returns home, with your friends racist and will stop militants returning from Syria.

You're culoté for a guy who is not a true brother.

You can talk to. You've spent how many exams to rank up ?

- Five, six ? - My time will come, insha Allah.

You'll come always to Kiel, you're moroccan.

They will accept you ever with your monkey head.

That's it, blame others what you have become.

Do the ostrich. Don't you understand ? You have the ass between two chairs.

Between the whites and your brothers.

- Will do you. - No one will respect that, dude.

You know not even who you are. This is why you play to the gangsters.

I thought you'd be more intelligent. Big moron.

- Life is not a video game. - Calm thyself, my brother. Be quiet, you.

Italian of my two.

Thou shalt not cry when you will make fuck. Like a drill.

- We are not the bad guys. - Not at all.

We're just trying to do our job and help you.

People like you have a bad opinion of us.

It is simple. If you are walking with stuff in your pocket, you're stressed.

And we want you to be comfortable. But you have no papers.

Not well. Our colleagues, you would have already delivered on a volume

Not us. It was the compathie. You know this word ? Compathie ?

- Compassion. , Compassion, compathie, empathy.

- It's all the same. - It does not understand.

Not ? I have to reformulate it ?

I tells you ?

What... What is this you said ?

- Hey, the farm ! OK ? - Where is my money ?

Where is the dope ? Where is the dope ?

Shut up !

Uncle Farid was far from being a patser.

He wanted to play it low profile.

To the outside world, it was the humble owner of a small pizzeria.

Piza with a Z, and save on neon lights.

It is so old school.

I had to push it. I felt that in the depths of him, he also wanted to see more.

They find nothing in the port. They stuck that stupid. It is you who have said so.

They do not seek the shit.

This is false. A brother with a seal did stop, not a white with the coke.

You can make a bunch of money.

You know what ? I'm going to call it. - You don't call your person.

- It is my business. - Half-a-million, good blood. In a year.

How can you refuse ? Only the merchandise changes,

and you find your glory of yesteryear.

Go, my uncle.

Go.

It is necessary to monitor Yasser.

- He wants us stuck for years. - It is of the family.

Of the family... that's It...

- Don't say anything to Badia. - No, of office.

No, not "office".

- Or you'll have to deal with me. - OK.

- OK ? - OK.

We needed a crate to recover the cam.

The brother of a Volt had a garage. Aziz, a guy mega cool.

When I ask you to come early, that is the time GMT, not AMT, OK ?

- AMT ? - Yes, AMT. Arab Man's Time.

Sorry, my brother, I had stuff to deal with.

Stuff to deal with ? Stuff...

Stuff to deal with ? Our business is clean.

Our business is professional. If I have trouble, I will massacre.

I will massacre !

This is the key. You I just brought the car to a nickel, OK ?

Office, Aziz. Office.

Farm-the. This is my most beautiful car. A piece of the collection.

You me the just brought without the slightest scratch. OK ?

Understood ? Or this will be the Third world War.

- Youssef, going to the hairdresser. Please. - OK.

Orlando Mary just wanted to work with us for the pearl of the Scheldt, the port of Antwerp,

the largest in Europe after Rotterdam.

Anyway, Rotterdam is not, everything is completely curly.

Zero tolerance. Controls everywhere.

And for us, it is a fucking sieve.

Everything passes with no worries, the bananas as the coke.

The mayor turns a blind eye to this shit for that port remains competitive.

You would have been able to find a better fund. A marker fluo.

A neon ? You want to fly ? An F-16 ? Be happy of what you have, motherfucker.

Rudy. Opens the window.

- Everything goes well ? - Yes, yes.

What dock ?

- Cent... - one Hundred and how much ? Go, give birth.

Cent... Cen...

Shit, Rudy. Wake up. You've drank how many beers ?

This is what a dock ?

- It is... - What ?

- Rudolf for you. - I will smash. Damn...

Motherfucker. Give us a fucking number.

This is what a dock ? Speaks, the big pedal.

- Cent... - one Hundred what ?

Hundred and... one Hundred fifty-seven.

Course ? - Yes.

- If you see guards, warn us. - Of course.

- And Rudy, do we not fuck. - I we fuck not.

- I we fuck not. - Rolls.

Station yourself out of sight. In need, you call.

- Office. - And shut off the lights of the fair.

- Here, here, this is the one. - Yes, go.

Would like it.

OK, OK, OK. Light, light.

Gently.

- Dude... - Look at that. The bags, the bags.

- What is happening ? - Opens the barrier.

- Off-me this music shit. - The barrier, poivrot.

It is good. Band of nerdy.

Yes, Rudy, my slut.

The security arrives.

- What ? You let them in ? - Yeah.

You couldn't tell earlier than they arrive ?

Suck me, dude. Vas-y.

Dirty queer.

Shit, my iPhone. Fucking farm shit.

OK. Still no one in sight. I'm too stone for that.

Save time. Save time.

Oh shit.

Light, light. Does off not.

Quickly, quickly, quickly.

- What is that ? - You see what I see ?

- You expect someone ? - Not.

- You've still ordered a pizza ? - Not.

What is that ?

- It comes through here. - Back up. Back up.

Focus-you.

Speeds up, dude. Back.

Enfoirés.

It is what this brothel ? What is that ?

It will not ? My brother is going to kill me. It's going to be the Third world War.

- The security guy are in the fleet. - The Third world War.

- The farm. Take the bags. - Got to go. Now.

Monte, Monte. Roule, roule.

Pfiou ! The Third world War with my brother.

Don't worry, we spun the money to your bro'.

This guy has balls of gold. Too cool !

- Fucking patsers. Damn patsers. - Patsers for life !

Too cool, guys !

- Ho there, be calm. Ho, ho.

Gently. Would like. For the damage.

A small gift for Farid.

Where is the bumper ?

- What ? - The rear bumper, asshole.

In the Scheldt. Office in the Scheldt.

I hope for you that it does not come up to the surface, wanker.

Nobody can find this bumper, OK ? Understood ?

My brother, to do away with cash.

Lever-the, reduce-by-piece if necessary, but she must disappear.

Office. Releases.

Come, come.

- Already arrived in a place like this ? - One time for a battle of Badia.

- Serious, youíre fighting ? - Yes.

OK, I will have to come to one of your fights.

- Hey, Orlando, old. - Hi, guy.

- How's it going ? - Well, well.

Mathijs, still alive.

Yes, I am indestructible. The weed always comes back.

- Did you look in shape. - Thank you.

- It is that the pouf ? - What ? Said you what ?

Oh, this accent antwerp. It makes me any thing.

Too bad they are tightening the screws in Rotterdam. They are strict, is it not ?

Passes through Antwerp. It is more easy.

Hey, Mathijs... we are friends, OK ?

OK.

Good show, dude.

Hey, Orlando ? Who is this creepy old man with the guns ?

Mathijs Steensma, an old veteran of the trade.

Who knows, perhaps you'll be a big arms like him.

- Seriously ? - I see you coming.

- I see you coming. - You too, Adamo.

Office.

- Hey, sweetheart, you're part of the team ? - Moral support.

And Farid is okay ?

He must not know everything.

This is my sister. This is my sister. Indestructible.

Then Farid is your uncle ?

Not really. My father was his best friend.

- Was ? - Yes.

My parents died when I was 10 years old.

Seriously ?

It is hard, dude.

That is what happened ?

Me too, I've gone through shits.

But life is a struggle, my brother.

Have to go through shit to know what is happiness. Huh ?

Don't forget that all this makes you stronger than you are. OK ?

Office, my brother.

Office.

Just. Approach.

We could do something tomorrow. You're free ?

I come to seek you to do something nice ?

Rest here.

- Sorry, you need what ? - Twenty.

Yo.

Would like. Look at me. You will find a better cam also.

Tell your brothers, your mother, your sisters, your cousins...

- You've already jerked off thinking of Badia ? - No, dude. No, no.

- No, you're crazy ? - Large disgusting. Thinking of Badia ?

- OK, actually, yes. Me too. You too ?

- Like a pepper mill ? - No, no, two hands. Milk beat.

- No, dude. With one hand asleep. - What is that ?

You sit over 20 minutes until you feel more and you shake it.

- Super good idea. - Hi.

- Everything goes well ? - Yes. And you ?

- Super. - You're wearing makeup ?

- I'm not. I have a hot date. - With who ?

- In your opinion ? - It is an idea of shit.

You're just jealous.

- No, I thought you wanted to come. - Not.

Do what you want. It's time to go, my brothers.

Have fun and embraces Orlando for me.

- Would like. - Ah, want, want, want.

Do you understand ? It is in the shot. Like, pulls a shot.

- Mouse, you do not smile. - It is cold.

You do not smile. You have to smile.

Mouse ! You're tiny.

What ? You take me for a kid ?

let me tell you a story now all of these girls always ask me how

trying to make money of this coke all these bitches see that we're not broke

we got bling, we got the nice clothes we got this 'mood' and so much flow

if you don't know, but now you know.

we try to get these whores easily as it goes

since I was born, it was always a game girls getting guys for money and fame

but we being gangsta's that also entertain

I don't joke, let me tell you about this girl I've met

damn these girls and their names I forget (I think it was Elisabeth

she got into my bed, so fine, aim instead, she fucked up my head

she was like: No sex, it costs too much stress

I dumped her and got onto the next

when she asked me why, I said: Bitch, I'm Junes

Junes, this is the shit. This is the shit, dude.

- There are keufs. - What ?

- Whores of keufs. - Where ?

- Behind us. - Throws the bags in the Scheldt.

- Throws the fucking bags in the Scheldt. - Are you crazy ?

I'm not going to fuck. Give me that bag.

- Fuck you. You're crazy ? - Give me the fucking bags.

- Non-mec. Does not throw. - Shut up.

Do not do it. No, dude.

Gotta run, guys.

Run. Run. Shit.

- What is it ? - A bandage.

- You're a nurse ? - I try to help.

- What the hell are you doing on Instagram ? - I check the info.

Nothing on the drugs, the coke, an accident. Not normal.

- We are told what to in Orlando ? - The cops have kept the bags for them.

- Orlando will kill us. - Nobody is going to kill us.

- Have to tell him the truth. - I'm going to fart a cable. What is the truth ?

Well, we said what happened to uncle Farid. What do you want them to do ?

- Take out the coke from the water. - You're crazy.

Will do you.

Ah, that's it. The lopette of Mary.

- Yeah ? - Hey, everything is going well, my brother ?

Listening. It is at Versuz. Nice, big party. Do you come from ?

- Yes, OK. - Immediately.

OK, I'm coming.

It will teach you. Would like.

You're trying to fuck me ? You're fucking me ?

This is what really happened.

No, please. Please.

- What the hell are you doing ? - Badia, stay out of it.

It's going to ?

If you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me too.

- What happened ? - One has lost their fucking coke.

Bullshit. Fucking bullshit.

Why mentirait it ? Huh ?

You swear on the soul of your parents that it is the truth ?

I swear.

Do you know what that means.

You...

I will leave you this time. This is the last time that we work together.

I never want to see your dirty mug. Dirty wop shit.

It's going to ?

It's going to ?

If you wonder why no journalist

talked to a cashier who makes a barrel

or seizure of tens of kilos of coke by the keufs, look at that.

It was a guy with rastas.

Quite. The keufs are our friends, right ?

It was your first and last mistake.

I have a reputation to uphold.

Hey. Look at me when I'm talking to you.

This is your last warning. Understood ?

Understood.

And Badia ?

She is not aware.

My last warning ? Fuck you.

Why would I be the only sewer rat ?

I had a golden opportunity and it was time to grab it by the balls.

LEVEL 3 GREED - Next level shit.

It is where the negro ?

There, there.

Gives.

Dirt water.

- Is that all ? - Yes.

- There were four bags. - Three.

- Have you looked at the bottom ? - Go on, you.

- No, I'm afraid of fish. - You're a thief.

- Is this right ? - Yes, it will.

Hey my friend, I want 25 %.

- We had said 22 %. - I have torn my combi.

Why ? You've got a large bust ?

Farm-the. Shut the fuck up. It is not you that I'm talking about.

OK, it works.

- 25 %. - It's going to.

Badia, I need to talk to you.

Monte.

I didn't want that you make me tracks like that.

- T was going to kill my best friend. I just wanted to make him afraid.

I was not going to him anything to do. Seriously.

In my world, if you show a sign of weakness, you're dead.

I had to show him.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm sorry.

I don't want Adamo comes between us.

You're special in my eyes and I don't want to lose you.

I don't like losing.

It is me who pays for the evening. VIP, OK ? Very Important Patsers.

What, VIP ? Very Important Friends.

- Please. - Office, my brother.

You take me for an idiot ? All three can't be found.

Nor on the roof, or playing, or at the snack bar and you not respond to my messages.

- Whoa, wait a minute. - It is you who did not come.

The peace and quiet. The peace and quiet.

- You've sworn on the soul of your parents, you bastard. - I have not lied.

It was true when I said it.

And this is just an opportunity. Sorry.

It is true. Sorry.

I'm really sorry, but this business is hard.

We are neither angels nor saints. We dealons of the coke.

Everything you dreamed of is now possible. Do you understand ? The choice is yours.

Either one makes 80 kilos to your boyfriend and it is finished.

Or we get a bunch of money.

The choice is yours.

If something goes wrong, I'll be the first to get fucked.

Talking about.

Sooner or later, everyone wants to be a patser.

It is stronger than oneself.

OK, but I want to be kept informed. I want to know everything.

- And more couillonnades. - Ah, she spoke.

- It is our Badia. - Badia, Badia.

It is a party. It is a party. Patsers. Whores patsers.

What is it that you do ?

I explain. This white powder, you may not sell it pure.

Need to mix it with something. We chose the inositol.

It is a kind of vitamin B. It is healthy, you see.

Other dealers use the washing powder or the powder of old lamps TL.

At night, the garage Aziz we used lab and hideout.

I do not understand why Volt was saying that his brother was boring.

Aziz is mega cool.

Normally a gram costs 50 euros. We sold our cam 35.

Same quality, better price.

- Fucking trio. - First time ?

Stop complaining, go.

The business was thriving.

Fucking money, dude.

Antwerp is the european capital of coke.

The cream of the cream of this city sniffe as it is not allowed.

They have even analyzed the water of the Scheldt.

The concentration of the molecule of the coke skyrocketed.

And where exactly in Antwerp ? The Zuid of course.

As hipsters, pseudo-artists of the left who buy the shit organic fair trade.

Or extremists who vote N-VA

because they want more keufs in the street to quell the Moroccans.

While the world consumes. Teachers, businessmen, judges, lawyers

or judges, as the old pork.

Or the deputy mayor.

As I'm from the N-VA, the people believe that I do not like rebeux. This is false.

No good white powder without bougnouls.

The coke brings people together. Kumbaya brol.

This crap you explode brains.

You will take to Jean-Claude Van Damme, then you're a loser.

You feel as smart as Einstein, so that you have the IQ of a goldfish.

Einstein.

This shit, it was white gold and it gained finally a bunch of money.

- Not bad, Einstein. - Not bad ? This is the top of the top.

Pure, straight from Colombia. British !

In Colombia, they knew that slab.

They are on the other side of the world. And no one sees as far.

Antwerp becomes more and more dangerous.

Since the last entry of coke, I have my doubts, Orlando.

There is a balance. I thought that everything was under control.

Everything is under control. I'm going to find out who it is.

You've got interest.

As long as we get the played cunning, secretive, there was not anything to panic.

- A guy like you with the coke like that ? - Give me your hand, my brother.

Señor Einstein will explain.

The poor coca growers in Colombia to the rich nose of Zuid.

The cam came without flaws and at a reasonable price, such as FedEx.

It is heinous when you think about it, but...

When you buy Adidas or Nike,

wondering if a kid from Bangladesh, suffered for the manufacture

in terms of crap for three times nothing ?

No, seriously, listen. These people are not different.

Left or right, nothing to fuck

the number of people who have suffered and died for this white gold.

LEVEL 4 LUST

As long as they can stick their nose rich in our merchandise.

And we will be the last to complain about it.

After that, it is my turn, huh, Sylvia ?

- After that, it is up to dad. - 'Shut your mouth, man.

Hey, Batman. It's been a while.

- Were you on vacation ? - Not. No.

- Who is it ? - Vital.

Where is our cash ?

Well, well.

- Is that all ? - Yes.

- There are written stupid here ? - No, dude.

There are written stupid here ? Where is the rest ?

Sorry, dude. Your product doesn't sell more.

- You kidding my mouth ? - No, dude, no.

- Not. - It is Mr. the Inspector.

Yes, Mr. Inspector.

Or you wanna troll your face around the block ?

There are guys that break your price by selling the same merchandise. Same quality.

- It is true it ? I swear, dude.

- Go on, kid. Is going to play. - Fucking rebeux. Shit.

It is to me that you are talking about ? Huh ?

It is to me that you are talking about ? I'm asking you a question.

It is to me that you are talking about ?

It is to me that you are talking about ? Who you think you are talking about ?

Hey, it is me you are talking about ? It is to me that you are talking about ?

It is to me that you are talking about, cocksucker ? It is to me that you are talking about, dude ?

You got a problem ? A problem, nigga ?

Say hello to my friend.

It is me who knocks.

Whoa, what is that ?

It here ? What is it ? This thing shiny gold to your wrist ?

- A Rolex Submariner. - Ah, a Rolex Submariner.

Cool, huh ? - A watch 30 000 bales.

- It is already attracting attention. - That 24, 000 in the second hand.

Your new darling can't you buy it ?

And if you are asked how you the es offered ?

I will say that it is a fake. - Ah, it is a fake.

A Moroccan you believe may be, not him. Cache for me.

- Keep an eye out. - Cache it.

I need to talk to you, Farid.

Too bad the transaction didn't work.

It is true. But I understand that we had to stay there.

Except that some people think that we haven't stayed there.

It is always so easy to get the powder in the street.

Colombians think that we have a balance.

There are no scales in my family. There never has been.

Weird.

Would this be coincidence ?

Destiny, act of god, karma and the whole shebang.

Darwin, the Yi Jing, the fucking yin and yang.

OK, I have respect for you, Farid.

But I warn you.

If everything starts in the testicle, don't be afraid of me, but of my colleagues.

They have no respect for the older generation.

- Don't forget your pizza. - I don't like the pizza.

You have something to say to me ?

No.

I have already lived all that. Once, it is enough for me.

Fucking Orlando Mary.

The nigga eater of cheese and the half-Moroccan are working together.

Under the nose of Yasser.

We are going to stuck the tocard.

- Will it ? - Yes. Thank you. And you ?

It's okay, thank you.

Listen, uncle Farid, I love you, aunt Saloua, Badia and you.

Just say what you have to say.

Thou hast always protected, ever since I was small.

But if I have enough evidence against you, I'm not going to annoy me.

Do what you got to do, my son. Well, we'll see.

- How are you, my son ? - Well, my aunt. Good day.

A cannabis plantation.

Seedlings of three meters high.

You are crazy or what ?

You're completely morons ? We would have been able to burst through.

We had said that we was playing it low profile. What is that ?

This fucking crate ? On parade not with Rolex boxes tuned, nothing.

We are not doing anything. Bring me this shit. Direct.

Scaredy-cat.

- It is written chickening out here ? - No, it is written bummed out.

You are not normal ? You want your blood to be spilled in the car ?

Remained. Finished to party and play. That slab.

And this fucking Yasser me glue to the ass.

Orlando does not know anything. He sent me an SMS.

Keep your distances.

- It is safe, ask no questions. - You love it really ?

- It is not your business. - It is a mental patient, Badia.

- Ooh, with the lovers. - The farm !

- Hey, Mussolini, have you seen this film ? - What ?

Paranoia. You're paranoid, dude.

They have stolen a cargo of coke and one can not have fun. You delusions.

It is you who is ranting.

That we should be caught first ? Yasser or this lopette of Mary ?

One must pull and forget about it.

That is what you want to do ? One must hide it ?

What is this money if I can't even roll with this fund ?

Easy come, easy go. Live and let live. Not ? Not ?

Live and let live, dude.

Tony Montana, Scarface, damn.

Volt was not wrong.

What's the good of having money if there's nothing we can do ?

Had to make herself forget. Where is it that they don't care for the Moroccan armoured money ?

Live and let live.

In Morocco.

LEVEL 5 GREED

Tangier, a city in northern Morocco.

In the summer, this is the place to be for all patsers.

The only color that counts here is that of silver.

Full of casinos, apartments and hotels have been built with dirty money,

bleached via hairdressing salons, snacks, pita and pizza restaurants.

- This bullshit is a goner. - You have more gas ?

No, I had two bars, it is good. Come here, come here.

It is good. Fonce, fonce.

Here, all that glitters'm waiting for the dirty money.

Each summer, the brothers from all over Europe come here

play the patsers without discomfort or control.

Quiet.

I think it's time I've got a rap if you don't mind

let me take you into town (a big-ass family right here like mine

Well, we don't think about anything.

Baby, what the hell are you doing with these clodos ?

It is me that you call the baby ? Rotten cheese.

The Mongolian belgian believes that it is to him that I'm talking about.

- Do you think you're the fastest guy ? - You'll see, transvestite. Bag of shit.

OK, the rules. If I win, the hottie Tong Po will come and sit on my tail

and I show him how many horses I have, dirty goat.

This is why you're the fuckers of goats.

Madame has a big mouth.

We will see if it will still be as great when I exploserai your hymen.

Shut your mouth or I'll slice your tongue Dutch.

Before or after he licked her pussy from flemish ?

Yallah, yallah.

In the summer, more than 4 million Moroccans come here.

Around the world, Belgium included. And yes, whores netherlands.

The Moroccans are crazy, it is known. But the Moroccan Dutch !

Worse than the shit in the radioactive Chernobyl and Fukushima combined.

The keufs are our friends.

Very well. Very well.

Up in the air.

- Fucking pebble. - It hurts.

- I'm burned ? - A little.

I feel that it burns.

Your cheeks also.

Would like.

I just pissing in the sea. - Big bad.

This is the macaque, which rises to the surface.

- Sorry. "Damn, dude.

- Goes for a swim. Goes for a swim. - It's the wind in morocco.

Einstein. This is the fucking life. I'm going to migrate.

It is in the shot, damn it. Office, we are in.

Taste it, my brother. Taste it.

I was told that you had right only to a small belgian fry.

- You want to taste a potato Dutch ? - Frees, big penis.

You want an acorn ? I have a soldier at attention to you in my pants

ready to invade your pussy flemish. It turns you on ?

Motherfucker.

Who wants it ? I fucked Orlando Mary. I'm going to fuck you.

I enculerai all the Dutch band sons of whores.

I'm Tony Montana, Don Corleone, Stephen Hawking, damn it.

Faster. Faster.

Run, damn it.

Shit ! Dirty Belgian.

It was only a matter of hours before the moroccan police stuck us.

And they are less cool than the keufs of Kiel.

Breakage of bottles in the ass, electroconvulsive therapy in the balls, you see ?

It was time to leave.

- Thank you, thank you. - Would like. Welcome to the house.

- OK, OK. A snack, a snack ? - Office. A good wholesale durum mexicano.

- Not a merguez. Office, a merguez. - No, the chicken. What are you talking about ?

Of chicken fingers and a coke. Of chicken fingers and a coke.

You we have been waiting for all this time ?

I haven't done anything illegal. - Take care of your butt, dude.

- Will do you, I haven't done anything illegal. - It is not true.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me, I said.

Don't touch me. I will follow you not. I will follow you not.

You're just a keuf because they need a monkey of fair.

- Dirty testicle soft. - Shut up, dude.

- What ? What are you going to do ? - Shit !

Why were you so hasty to go in Morocco ?

It is the summer. Everyone goes on vacation, except you.

Your names will appear in a few folders.

It is popular. The people we mention to be part of the gang.

- What's in a name ? Which ? - Orlando Mary.

Mary ? Your ex that I fucked that night ?

No. But I have to go to the toilet. To the toilet.

- Mary is suspected of the six windings. - Liqui-what ?

- Not know. - Problem. I really need to piss.

Listen, rebeu. It is a procedural mistake of shit pro bono. OK ?

Damn !

I have to go there.

A drug of quality to 35 euros per gram has disappeared from the market

when you're in Morocco. How is it done ?

- I want a lawyer. - You especially need a Malaïka.

A guardian angel.

My guardian angel is right there.

- Do you think you're smarter than the other. - You have evidence ? I think not.

I see it in your face.

- Office of attorney... - I know who you are.

Farid has asked us to represent this young man.

Won't say any more, this clown has nothing against you.

You're pissed over ? You're pissed over ?

- Yes. - It is child abuse.

- I have done nothing, motherfucker. You never do anything.

You're the same as before.

This is because I've never gone to your PlayStation 2 game ?

It was found that the procedural errors. The case will be dismissed...

Yasser, you suffer from your little friends ? - What is your problem ?

- We know that they are guilty. - Rebeux cover them.

The racists also to what I hear.

- Do careful what you say, Yasser. Or what ?

What ? That is what you are looking at, wanker ?

It is not realize that it is buggered. As well as it should.

It could be said that our absence had attracted even more attention.

The worst thing was not that Yasser wanted to we stuck,

but that other enfoirés began may also be interested in us.

Shit.

- One is more clever. I want to go back to Morocco.

It is more malignant. He can't do anything we do.

- Tell me what you have done. - Nothing.

- Nothing ? - I have done nothing, dad.

You sell drugs with these enfoirés ?

You want to become a junkie ? My daughter is a criminal.

- It is false. - Be quiet, you, Farid.

I just wanted to be like you.

Badia. Come back.

LEVEL 6 WRATH

- We have it in the ass. Yasser, we will be stuck. - Orlando will we violate it.

Office, it is one or the other.

- Need to liquidate the coke, my brothers. - This cam is too dangerous.

Whatever happens, we break it down and sold everything.

Yes, let's go eat pancakes at Ostend.

But no.

The lopettes.

- That is what you are looking at, wanker ? - Lopettes.

Dirty sons of whores.

Damn ! We have mother fuckers. We have mother fuckers.

- Hello. - Hi. They took the coke and the money.

- What ? That ? - Keufs.

I'm sure these two pigs are racist.

- OK. - What, OK ?

What is that ? We just get fucked.

Adamo, I have nothing more to cum.

Monte.

- Mollo. This is my brother. - I don't care.

We are going to stuck the keufs. These sons of bitches will we make our cam.

I'm going to get myself a gun and put a bullet in the head.

- They are pigs. - They are not keufs.

These are patsers in power. We are going to kill them. We are going to stuck.

Listening, Italo of my two, I've stirred a lot of shit,

but I don't want the death of a keuf on my conscience.

- It is taken to the mafia now ? You are delirious, man.

I don't let people fuck. I suffered not, I am.

You follow me or not ?

- Fuck you. - You delusions.

How was it Morocco ?

- Well. - And the family ?

Nice.

You me files your mobile, sweetheart ?

Why ?

Don't play hard. Give me your mobile.

- What is that ? - What ?

What is it ?

What is it, sweetheart ? Huh ?

What is this place of shit.

It was with my family.

The next time, I'll take you. You will see that it is a real holiday. OK ?

- Where is my merchandise, bastard ? - What ?

What ? You take me for a retarded ?

You and your whore of a skinhead have chouré my coke. Where is she, damn it ?

- Wanker, it is you ? - What is happening here ?

Brothel. I was pulled over. You can't just help me ?

- I told you to keep Badia out of it. - It does not know anything.

You see that I am disabled ?

Why there are only liars in my family ?

- Maybe because you're one yourself. - That's it, motherfucker.

You're the biggest liar of all. The biggest hypocrite.

OK. OK.

Do you want that I speak to you as a man, as I speak to your father?"

You want to be a man ? It's now or never.

Tell me where is Badia. Immediately.

Vas-y, Noureddine.

Super, huh ? It makes it super. Noureddine.

Go, guy, go. Do not lower your guard.

Come on, dude. Covers-you. Covers-you. What ?

Orlando, Hassan wants to talk to you. He says it is urgent.

- Hassan ? - Hassan Kamikaze.

Tell him to kneel and suck me my big black dick.

He is not alone. - We no longer, if ?

"Are you sure ? - Yes, I'm sure. Releases.

Come on, dude. Standing. Well. Left, left, covers-you.

Dirty monkey.

Logical that your people have experienced slavery. You are too cons to attack.

It looks like a circus monkey with your streaks,

while these assholes Belgian sell your coke in your back.

I don't care that they will fuck each,

but they'd fuck me too. Why do you think that the price of coke has dropped ?

Maybe I should tell the Colombians that actually leads the dance here.

Hassan Kamikaze.

This name goes you well, dude.

You're suicidal ?

The slutty moroccan.

Called Pitchie. Tell everyone to get ready. Called Pitchie.

- What ? - Listen to me carefully, macaque,

you don't know who you are dealing with. It is I who leads the dance now.

I'll cut off your banana burned

and shove it into the throat of your gorilla mother.

Fucker.

This is the Third world War. Amsterdam is going to blow up tonight.

They want the war ? They will have the Third and the Fourth world War.

On the head of my mother, Amsterdam is going to explode tonight.

It's going to ? It's okay, sweetheart ?

It's going to ? Yes ?

What is it that you have fucked up in Morocco ? How do you know Hassan ?

I don't know this guy.

- You got me fucked on my back ? - Not.

You've sold coke to Antwerp ? Dirty small trail.

No.

Someone sells coke colombia to Antwerp. Who else would it be ?

Talking about. Talking about. You got me fucker. Who else ? Talking about.

Talking, dirty drag. Talking about.

Say it to me. Speaks, speaks, speaks.

Talking about.

It was the keufs.

Of keufs unscrupulous.

Wrong address, wrong address.

What is that ? I have done nothing, I did nothing.

- To its knees. - What is this shit ?

- We are cops, band of cons. - Shut your mouth.

- Shit. - Your face.

Wrong address.

There is a watermark on the packages of coke.

If I do not return, I will know that you lie.

And the game will be over. Understood ?

Dirty drag.

She stays here, OK ?

Bingo.

The game is over.

Now find this fucker Hassan.

Once a criminal of top-flight active in the great bandit Dutch,

it is now the reporter is criminal for the biggest scoops.

Ladies and gentlemen, applaud Mathijs Steensma.

It must be said, this guy is dangerous, he is on the point of exploding.

It is called Hassan Kamikaze. It is a fucker dangerous.

A ticking time bomb. It is... attention should be paid.

If it explodes, the blood will be flowing.

We didn't know that Hassan Kamikaze was the great rival of Orlando Mary.

They were competing for control of the cocaine colombia in the netherlands and in Europe.

And this time bomb had been triggered years ago.

The attack is undoubtedly linked to the drug war, which took place in Amsterdam.

The 3rd and 4th world Wars have started and the media never missed not a thing.

The victim has been executed with a bullet in the nape of the neck, as in the mafia.

Amsterdam is in a state of shock.

Last night a man was injured by a grenade.

The war raged across the mafia of morocco.

- Investigators have photographed the vehicle. - The head was found in the canal.

The man is in danger of death.

Two days after the murder at the brothel where a customer...

It was in all the media. The bodies were piling.

The patsers were falling like flies.

But this shit was to the netherlands.

Here Mathijs Steensma.

In Antwerp, three guys and a hottie

manage all the trade of the coke via Antwerp for a big bonnet Dutch.

- Orlando Mary ? - It is you who say it.

Mathijs Steensma has been murdered in a striptease club. From a broken neck.

I found your scales. A gang screwed up from Orlando to Antwerp.

They have stolen your money and your coke.

Let me settle it once and for all.

It works. We are still in contact. I send you men.

Guys, this gang of Antwerp is in the process of we fuck.

Raul, Tong Po, the show can begin.

There was no reason to panic. In Antwerp, it was quiet.

Even if you received e-mails zarbis.

- Hi. - They sent me a map of Colombia.

Relax, I have a second call. Wait.

Hi.

I have Colombians in the ass, spaghetti junkie.

- I run a discussion group. - Do you think it's normal ?

- Hey, my brothers. - If I die...

Relax. Stay calm. Don't panic, breathe.

- Will do you, OK ? Will do you. - It is a bluff. B-L-U-F-F. from The bluff.

It turned out that it was far from being a coup de bluff.

What is there ?

Hey, it's me, Dad Doudo. Listen, I've sold my boat.

Do I not search, I returned to Africa.

First Ahmed, and Maria, and now your daughter.

I had warned you that this would happen.

But you don't listen. Look at me. Answer me.

You're not a man.

Need you to help us, dude.

Admit it. Give us the coke, let me stop you and everything will be fine.

You know very well that, in prison, one is dead. Office.

There was nothing, neither coke nor money. Everything is done, I know.

- But without you, the game is over. - What do I do about it ?

- How did you get here ? - Will do you, I worked hard.

- T has tuyauté ? - To eliminate the competition.

You loose ? - You have triggered the 3rd world War.

Two colleagues are still worn gone.

To the devil with these racists.

Badia is your cousin, silly.

- They are going to kill us, you do not understand ? - It is your fault.

OK, this is good.

You will swing.

You'll fall in with us in saying that you are working with us.

- Shut up. Person you will believe. "Oh no ?

They will believe that these racist in your opinion ?

They can't wait to see your face of a monkey behind bars.

And journalists will be delighted.

Sorry, dude.

Sorry, I know. This is my fucking fault.

I screwed up, I know. And I'm sorry. Seriously.

But we need you to help us. You do not understand ?

Please.

If you do we aid not...

it is as if you killed him.

Yasser was a keuf, but he was still our brother in spite of everything.

I have developed a plan for the patient.

Yasser had to just convince the judge of instruction.

LEVEL 7 PRIDE

You ask me to lie ?

To say to all the world that one has entered any drugs then that is wrong ?

Inspector Dahmani...

You realize what you ask of me ?

I've never lied in my entire career. Not even my wife or my children.

There are more than twenty deaths in The netherlands. You alone have the power to stop it.

If it slips, your head is in the game.

13 h, VTM NIEUWS. Birgit Van Mol.

Hello. In Antwerp, the police have made a new entry drug.

After weeks of investigation, a large quantity of cocaine was seized.

The drug was in containers between crates of olive oil of Morocco

in packages with a watermark linking it to a colombian cartel.

With a resale value of 30 million euros.

This info is not disclosed than now to respect the secrecy of investigation.

Mr commissioner.

Cocaine comes from the cartel Cartagena in Colombia.

Learning that their cam was seized, the Colombians calmed down. Finally !

If this operation has been a success, it is thanks to the inspector Yasser Dahmani.

Yasser was the hero. He was awarded a medal and has been described as a super cop.

It's crazy what a few pounds of flour can make.

The Colombians have called Orlando to bury the hatchet.

And Badia and him were cool. The large lucky.

Thanks to the insurance, Aziz did a garage with boxes of patsers.

Volt was happy and Aziz also.

Junes has dedicated himself to his passion.

He will participate in Belgium''s Got Talent. We bet he's going to win ?

And me ? I have to say that the life of patser is not without danger.

I have learned the lesson, of office.

My advice : don't touch the drugs, the children, and all will be well.

And if not, I...

I smoke joints, I have to play on the console.

I think of life, the seven deadly sins, my parents.

And I think back to this fucking adventure that was experienced.

Pride is the worst of all sins. A plan of genius ? My ass.

This press conference is mounted in any room. I don't believe a word.

The road has been compromised.

We're going to eliminate all the weak links.

- Is it required ? Because the coke... - You want to end up in a coffin ?

He must leave immediately.

Shit. It sucks.

Badia, bed rest. Bed rest, bed rest.

- Look at this habit. From the piss. - Why are you pisses ?

- It is the stress. - It is dead.

What will you do when the Colombians will come to get you ?

- My brother. - Please. Please.

I beg you, my brother.

The farm.

- Badia. - Badia.

Badia.

Badia. Badia.

- Where is Adamo ? - It has not been found.

Not found ? What is this shit ?

- If I die, my mother will kill me. - Shut up, dirty belgian.

Let the. Let the.

Do you remember what I said now ? Dirty drag. S-A-L-E.

Junes. Junes.

It won't be long, sweetheart.

Adamo. Look, your friends are there, Adamo.

Oh, sexy. I think they love me, Adamo.

They have even asked for my autograph. You also want it to be, Adamo ?

Opens his mouth. Opens.

He wants to suck. Suck.

Suck it. Sucks, sucks, sucks.

What is it that is not going to, sweetheart ? You're upside down ?

Adamo. Come to Antwerpen Centraal. Only.

With the rest of the coke and the money or I swear to god that I kill.

Dirty liar.

Friendship, it is cool, as long as you're not a colombian cartel glued to the ass.

It was therefore high time to draw me.

Go, shit.

Adamo. I've missed you, my darling ?

Look. Look at the.

This is what happen to you if you échoues in the grand quiz.

- What quiz ? - The quiz where are my coke and my money.

Maybe you can win.

You'll kiss me, my slut ?

Move the mirror. Fast.

Take a look at yourself. Look. Do you like what you see ?

A dirty traitor who has abandoned his friends. I hate the traitors.

You want to look like Tony Montana ? Don't worry, I'll help you.

Lower your weapons.

Police. Lower your weapons.

I would do everything for my brothers.

Yasser, my brother. Listening. Am-me. 24 h/24. OK ?

- Don't not let go. - OK, understood, it does not let you go.

Everyone stand-by.

They are en route.

Gb, gb, gb.

- Font. Lower your weapons. - Lower your weapons.

Fuck you.

- Fuckers. Fuck you. , Yasser, Yasser.

You know who I am ? I am Hassan Kamikaze. Sons of whores.

Lower your weapons.

The name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Lord, grant him eternal rest. And that shines on him your light.

May his soul rest in peace. Amen.

Yasser was the hero of the day. An example for all to follow.

As for the Moroccans than for the Belgians.

It resulted in the dismantling of an international network of drug trafficking.

He finally had the respect it deserved.

As for us, we would have had to rot in jail until the demon of noon.

- But we had Karim and Nassim. - It is a question of life or death.

- My colleague will show you a trick. - What do you think ?

The best fucking lawyers in criminal of Flanders.

It is all settled ?

Volt has dropped out of the coke and became a social worker.

If you're as hard as rock, you do turn people off.

But if you're as light as water, people will trample them.

Be like the water that exceeds the rock, in the words of Bruce Lee.

- Included, yes or no ? - Yes.

He did his best to put the youth on the right path and keep them there.

Junes has been selected to participate in Belgium''s Got Talent and won.

He is on tour with a English-and they fill the rooms

with a mix of tap and breakdancing,

like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers modern version.

Badia is devoted entirely to kickboxing, as Jean-Claude Van Damme.

Champion of Belgium, she has participated in the world championship.

And unbelievable but true, Uncle Farid and aunt Saloua are his biggest fans.

And me ? I go back to the interviews.

Because it is true. This fucking life is not a video game.

It is necessary to live a real good shit to know what it is to be happy.

But this is not simple.

I don't want to play the philosophers, but what is the happiness ?

Seduced the girl of your dreams ? A house, a dog, and this kind of crap ?

Or is it to be the patser the world's coolest ?

What is it that you would choose, you ? Left or right ?

This time, it is serious.

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