Original subtitles

This is Mohammed.

Perfect on every level.

Friendly, honest, punctual, healthy.

A good Muslim, with a good degree.

A permanent job.

He takes out his trash on time. He recycles his waste.

He pays his taxes.

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

He hasn't done anything wrong in his life yet.

He never had any dealings with the cops.

If this guy played GTA,

seriously, he would let pedestrians cross.

The ideal stepson, you see.

Mohammed is a valued member of the community.

And he represents 95% of all Belgians

with a migration background.

But this film is not about Mohammed.

Previously on Patser...

Four childhood friends from Antwerp:

Adamo, the genius,

Badia, the boxer,

Volt, the free electron,

and Junes, the dancer.

They wanted to get rich quickly and lead the good life.

They decided to steal cocaine from the Colombian mafia,

which led to a war

between two rival gangs in the Netherlands.

They spent it all, got arrested

and had to fight for their lives.

They lost their innocence, and their brother Yasser,

the heroic cop who saved them.

Breathtaking action.

A moving drama.

Heartbreaking love.

Luckily, all that mess is behind us.

I became 100% legit.

I built a successful construction company.

Because our goal is your well-being.

- Welcome to Albu... - Mat.

I run a luxury car rental company,

which runs really well, with nice cars,

and it's 100 percent legit.

I'm an entrepreneur, you see.

I even invested in a start-up,

that could revolutionize the world of technology.

New technologies are the future.

Junes participated in the show "The Secret Dancer".

And he fucking won.

He was so popular

that he became a member of the jury after.

A real star. A teen idol.

With his face in magazines.

He was the cuddly immigrant.

Even racists liked him.

Volt has become a Zen master.

He now focuses on spirituality and sports.

And through these experiences,

he is now in balance with himself.

And he helps the young people of the neighborhood to take the right path,

and to stay there.

Here.

Badia has become a figurehead for the girls in the neighborhood.

To empower them, she opened a boxing club,

intended only for women.

A fucking example.

Super.

The dream woman, you see.

In short, to marry.

Oh my God. This is the right one.

Yes.

When I lost my parents, my uncle Farid, peace to his soul,

and my aunt Saloua took care of me.

Rest assured, darling.

Your daughter is in the best hands.

They gave me a home, a family, lots of love.

And I grew up with Badia.

And she became my soulmate. Through thick and thin. For life.

As Uncle Farid always said:

Sobriety is the key in life.

Badia deserves the best.

He's here. He's here.

And she made the right choice.

One hundred percent.

Oh no, wait. Stop, stop.

We'll have to find another title.

For now, we just have to choose...

The good guys.

My dear, you are magnificent.

The boss is here.

Pizza.

Pizza. On and off.

Thanks for the car.

Be careful, it's a killing machine.

Before, I was also overexcited.

But they don't realize that this path leads nowhere.

Be careful with my cars.

The fines are for you. Okay?

Coach, coach.

Adamo gave me the keys.

- I can drive. - Drive?

You don't have pubic hair. Sit down. Stay away from that devil.

Poor guy, leave him.

Nice example, huh.

Haven't you destroyed enough lives already?

Do you see those kids? Stay away from them.

- Or I'll shove my head up your ass. - Cool.

I'm cool. A Zen master.

Everything is in divine order, but you don't lack guts.

I was invited.

What are you looking at?

Looks like you haven't learned your lesson.

- I am an entrepreneur. - Entrepreneur?

- Can't I work? - Guys.

It's okay, it's fine.

Go back to work with the devil.

- And you? - Hamdullah, you know.

Wait here, Mom, I'll be right back.

Why are you coming to play "Fast & Furious" at my wedding?

I wanted your cousins ​​to have fun.

If there is a day when they can let loose,

- It's today. - No.

It's not their day, nor yours.

It's mine. Okay?

- Why are you here? - I can't say no to your mother.

- Can't you say no? - Badia, give him a chance.

You usually lie very well.

And why are you still friends with him?

How long have we been friends? We're not going to ruin this day, are we?

Spoil ?

He's the one who ruins everything.

I am happy for you.

I wanted to wish you to be happy.

Do you like him?

Mo is a good guy.

There are many.

Do you love him? Sincerely?

Yes. He takes good care of me. And he is honest and sincere.

He has a heart of gold,

and keeps me far away from your shitty world.

That world is over. I'm doing other things.

Before, I had no choice.

You always had a choice, Adamo. These "patsers" all have a choice.

That's the problem.

You think someone is forcing you, and pretend it's your destiny.

But nobody is forcing you.

A whole generation of young people is being destroyed because of your world.

One thing is certain: None of you will get old.

You act like I've become someone.

I'm still that simple guy.

That's the problem.

I don't need your kind.

I'm not a "patser" anymore.

I'm in Antwerp. I want to talk to you.

Adamo.

- Stay, you're like a son. - Badia doesn't want me here.

Me, yes, with us, your family.

Glory be to Allah.

You know, Farid had that same look.

His thoughts never stopped, and he imagined many things.

He was paranoid,

because his world could explode at any moment.

- I miss him. - Do you want to die like him?

I stopped. I swear.

To die with a black soul.

I have never used violence.

My hands are clean.

Stop everything before it's too late.

All right.

I don't want to bury anyone else.

Give me the keys.

- Give me the keys. - Here, boss.

- Get out. - Hey, brother.

Moving target.

- Follow him. - Understood.

When I say I've become 100 percent legit,

That's not entirely true. Approximately.

Let's say: 85 percent.

The last 15? I'll take care of them.

Here's the lowdown:

I'm stocking up. Got it?

The docker does not react.

I'm checking.

It's full of Dutch people.

They also have a port for their traffic, right?

Let's focus. Check the vehicle registration.

Okay. SIR on standby.

- Bingo, guys. - Mounja Salhi.

Fucking Aunt Mounja.

Guys, don't move. We just need proof.

Raise your arms.

How so ?

I have things to do.

Shut up, man.

Vas-y.

Go ahead, man.

- Sit down. An espresso? - It's good.

Still no news from the docker?

Bastard, you're over an hour late.

What does it give?

If they cross the border,

- We won't see him again. - Too bad.

All that work for nothing?

Without cargo, we have nothing.

You know what?

Stay here until this is all over.

JC, come with me.

We drive with the SIR towards Adamo.

You see, a distinguished guest.

Hey.

No, you can stand.

It's better for your circulation.

Shit, even I don't sit down.

I didn't expect you.

Didn't you miss me?

I'm glad to see you. I missed you.

That's the correct answer. Sit down.

Listen. I came especially to see you.

I have business to attend to abroad.

And I wanted to see with my own eyes

if you were ready for that.

Ready for what?

You must run Antwerp for me.

In my absence, you will be responsible.

In position. Target in sight.

The docker places the blue container next to the red container.

Blue container next to the red one. Check.

Assault section to team leader.

Arrived on site?

Affirmative. We're getting ready.

Ready for battle in a minute.

Guys, it's time. Let's go.

Attention. A car stops near the blue container.

The driver gets out.

He is holding a flashlight.

- That's it. - He's heading towards the red,

and opens the doors.

Quick. Here.

People are coming out.

I count one, two, three, four targets.

Guys, quick. We don't have time.

They come out with large bags from the container.

Yes, guys.

The police have been screwing me over too much lately.

The transfer has begun.

And the only one who consistently delivers,

- It's you. - Thank you.

Three minutes... from now.

- Is everything okay? - Of course, Aunt.

- You have to trust me. - Why does it vibrate, then?

Stop stressing. It'll be okay.

What the hell is this? Did you see that?

He has a disco ball in his mouth.

This is my vape.

Let me see.

It's a classy place.

Good blood.

Five targets in total.

A target lies in wait with a weapon in hand.

Assault section moving. 75 meters.

The eagle landed.

Last bags. It's almost finished.

The pizza is ready.

Assault section advancing.

50 meters.

50 meters, check.

Yes, go.

We don't have all day.

25 meters.

10 meters.

Shit.

- We're intervening now. - Go, go, go.

Hands up.

Target neutralized. Friendly fire.

Lower your weapons.

Shit. Shit.

Adamo ?

Are you sure everything is going as planned?

Of course not. Everything went to shit.

Of course. Everything is fine.

I just need to check something.

I have to go.

Sorry.

We're going our separate ways. I'm crossing the border.

- Shit. - Moving target.

Heading to Italy.

Shit.

Here.

- Speed ​​up. - What do you say now?

Fucking cops.

No, huh. Shit.

Holy shit.

THE GOOD GUYS

Okay, shit. I lied.

Forget Rubens, Van Dyck, Bruegel.

Forget diamonds.

Forget petrochemicals, Brabo, Antwerp hands.

This is Antwerp's most important export product.

Do you even know what it was? Well, a coke molecule.

Which has been magnified ten thousand times under a microscope.

Never has so much powder flown into the nostrils.

And me? I was the perfect door. I had imagined techniques

to get all that coke through our port.

Gold Coast.

Papadoudou was my right-hand man. I could always count on him.

A real brother.

Son of a bitch.

You did well, Cabrón.

I'm not going to do this forever. It's temporary.

I want to retire early

in Dubai.

I'll leave all this mess behind.

I'm stocking up, as they say.

But not everyone can do that. I was a real entrepreneur.

I had set up a wide area network,

at all levels in the city of Antwerp,

to ensure that my business is as efficient as possible.

Mr. Pizza.

With Aunt Mounja as my boss, I remained protected.

And it was necessary, because who says drugs,

also called violence.

Two grenades...

The bullet was fatal.

Certainly people...

Three bullets riddled the garage door.

Every week there was an attack.

This is the sad climax

of a spiral of violence.

And this nationalist mayor

couldn't let this happen in the fashion capital.

We are at war. It's a "war on drugs."

This is why we are creating the KALI team.

An association of local police and federal judicial police,

which was supposed to attack our traffic.

It is often thought that the federal police have more resources.

But that's not the case.

Governments have undermined the police and the justice system.

Old computers, broken cars, nobody.

The PJF police officers even had to take

their own phone and toilet paper.

The federal police took care of the big fish,

but they had no money.

The local police, on the other hand...

They were swimming in money.

Straight from the mayor's pockets.

A real sugar daddy.

Drones, BearCats,

and even boats for patrolling.

This is where the tax money goes.

There was a rivalry between the PJF,

the federal police, and the local police.

The federal police was under the Minister of Justice,

and the local police under the mayor.

Two different parties, two different national languages.

It's a bit "rwina".

- I didn't vote for you. - Neither did I.

So what? You didn't vote.

for this Walloon bitch of Justice.

She voted for me, do you think?

I don't think so.

Listen, either you work together,

either you do the traffic together.

But they had to collaborate,

because every year, 300 tons of cocaine

were seized in Europe,

half of which is in Antwerp.

They found so much coke they couldn't burn it.

It just kept piling up.

When we know that it is 12 to 15 percent

of all the cocaine in Antwerp...

I know. It's a lot. It's going very fast.

The bottom line: the cocaine virus has spread in Antwerp.

And there's no vaccine. You get it?

Under pressure from the mayor,

The KALI team started super motivated.

People were being arrested from everywhere.

Since they found PGPs on them, they asked:

Who gives you this shit?

And what did these bastards say when we asked them?

- Pizza. - Pizza.

Yeah, all roads led to me.

Mounja Salhi.

But you call her Aunt Mounja, right?

You're so quiet. Are you scared?

Do men like you let themselves be ruled by a woman?

I have the right to remain silent.

I understand. But what do you want with your record?

Ten years in jail with a loud snorer?

Think about it. It's Mounja we want, not you.

I have the right to remain silent.

Okay. What about this?

- Omerta. - That still doesn't prove anything.

If you can't drink with someone anymore,

it goes far.

We have a witness who knows what was said there.

It's his word against hers.

Here.

This is a PGP. If you communicate with me,

You use this. No normal phone.

No texts, no calls.

- Just that. - Yes.

Hey, boss. Do you think I'm stupid or what?

I'm not kidding, asshole.

Use PGP.

The cops won't catch us like that.

You retarded moron.

Hey, are you going to keep talking to me like that?

Hey, calm down. I'll talk to you however I want.

Do you want to exit through the door or the window? It's up to you.

- And don't write anything. - Oh, good heavens.

Pizza from Aldi.

Fucking traitor.

- I have the right to remain silent. - That's stupid.

When you have a PGP.

Who is Pizza?

Shitty justice.

I would like to have the PIN code for your PGP.

And I kindly remind you that any refusal is punishable.

Two.

Three.

Sept.

Eight.

What ?

Shit, he erased everything.

Ten years in jail. Very intelligent.

One of your collectors has been shot down.

Did you know that?

Are you fierce?

You can think about it in your dungeon.

Room for 440 prisoners.

With me, there are 715.

Fortunately, Aunt Mounja made sure

that I am safe.

But that doesn't protect me from a fucking stinking Limburger.

The KALI team has seized another drug shipment.

This time it's a ton.

Market value: approximately 35 million euros.

This is the umpteenth seizure,

which has dealt a massive blow to organized crime.

Someone had to pay for that ton.

The question was: who?

What's that, man?

I don't know.

Calm down, it's not for real yet.

Adamo is at Begijnenstraat. I'll see him tomorrow.

I say it, if anyone ever wants to come.

No, Junes. It's over.

If we continue to accept this, he will never learn.

He's my brother. He never let us down.

He saved our lives.

Saved life?

He messed us up, yeah.

And Yasser, may Allah bless his soul...

It's his fault.

Don't be a hypocrite.

We wanted to be "patsers".

We can't blame him for everything.

as if we had no responsibility.

I don't know, man.

You reap what you sow.

You know when I said I lied?

I had lied about us too.

It all went to shit, actually.

Badia had discovered that I was still secretly dealing.

Even if it came from a good place.

I stock up so I have enough and I'm on time.

I hear you. Be fair, but without me.

What are you doing? That's my Gucci. Oh no, that's Louis.

- Always the same promises. - Honey.

I'm sick of it. Get out of here.

My darling.

I'm listening to you.

I do this so we can be happy.

So that we have better than what we have.

I love you.

Junes had become a popular Fleming.

And he was the favorite Moroccan of the other famous Flemish people.

And who says famous Flemish, says party.

June's Capoenes.

How's it going, guys?

A Flemish "Mocro Maffia" a la Scorsese? So?

Junes. Moroccan hug.

And who says celebrity parties, says cocaine.

That's how it is.

Too big.

- Do you know a ski instructor? - A ski instructor?

- Moroccans don't ski. - Oh, no?

No skiing, no work. What are you doing?

- Junes. - A black run.

Think about the role. Do your best.

Come on, fix this. Come on.

No garlic mussels.

Just a little coke.

He's going to do it. He's going to do it.

He will do it.

- Coke. - I'll see what I can do.

Junes always wanted to please.

Are you sure? It's nothing to you.

It's not for me, man.

Be careful.

No, no.

I pray they are fans of me.

Yo, guys. Fan of "The Secret Dancer"?

It's Junes with a J.

A few grams for a few celebrities,

and it was ruined.

You love Adam, is it Pizza?

He could have ratted me out.

He didn't. Respect. So they went all out.

140 hours of community service,

and pee for two years in a small pot.

Cancelled like a motherfucker.

The pride of Moroccans has become the shame of the community.

Dude, I'm done.

But I don't let my friends down.

No. You have to keep breathing and stay calm.

I'll give you some money. Don't worry.

Showbiz loves comebacks. Seriously. And one thing:

after the rain comes the good weather.

- What? That's right. - Put that away.

Volt had been battling his coke addiction for years.

Hello, Mr. Cormorant.

He always tried to get on the right path.

But the hardest thing for him was staying there.

Stop struggling.

In the end, he ended up in rehab.

I discovered that my foot is as long as my forearm.

If you take your shoe off, it's that long. Crazy, right?

A succession of sniffs,

addiction, detox, healing.

Racist. You need me to point the finger at me and say:

"He's the bad guy."

A succession of sniffs,

addiction, detox, healing.

A succession of sniffs...

I just need it.

Stop struggling.

Stop struggling.

Come on, guys, hop, hop, hop.

Attack. Run.

Hey, I'm proud of you.

Seriously, you fight for each other.

The devil cannot come between us.

What is the devil's biggest trick?

He makes you believe he doesn't exist.

But it exists.

The devil will try to boycott you.

He will test you once, twice, three times,

but you won't give up. OK?

- What are we? - Lions.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, I know where you live.

Come back.

Come back.

Who was this guy?

What did he give you?

Here. What did he give you? Speak.

What did he give you?

Let go.

Let go.

You too.

Why are you doing this? Why?

If they catch you with this, your future is over.

It's over for you.

Do you want to be Messi or Tony Montana?

Listen.

I've seen and experienced it all.

Do you see this poison?

I smoked it, ate it, snorted it, and even shit on it.

This won't get you anywhere. Okay?

Do you want to make your mother laugh or cry?

Want to make your parents proud?

With this you will end up in prison

or in a coffin.

Ahmed, Dede, you know what? Get out.

Du balai.

If I catch you with this shit again...

Don't touch it, Volt.

You can't leave that there. There's a trash can there.

Don't do that. It's a trick.

The farm. What if other guys find it?

- Take it, take it, take it. - No.

Don't do that, brother.

Fight, my brother.

My brother, fight.

Okay, no big deal. But not in your nose...

They.

What does the police know?

Don't worry. I didn't tell them anything.

Great. Keep it up.

When will you get me out?

Stay there. Keep a low profile.

How so ?

It's too hot.

I'm making sure you stay safe.

Regragui? Your lawyer is here.

Hello, Adamo. Nice to meet you.

Who are you?

I'm not a lawyer. But I can get you out of here.

Oh, seriously? Fix this quickly.

I'm here to collect a debt.

That lost ton was for my boss.

I have no information on that.

Aunt ruined everything.

When you promise, but don't deliver...

I never had any problems with her.

- Okay, fine. Are you paying what she owes? - Does it say ASBL on my head?

Go beg somewhere else, tramp.

I'm a headhunter, Adamo.

I am looking for new talent.

We must promote synergy.

And you're lucky.

Your reputation reaches as far as the Netherlands.

Who is your boss sending me his bitch?

I think you know him as Genghis Khan.

Ah, you see. You've already heard about it.

I did my job.

The rest is up to Aunt Mounja.

That's right. You did your job.

And you did it well.

What you imagined is revolutionary.

The Trojan container. The switch.

The PGP system. You're a real talent.

Work for us, and we'll forget your debt.

I don't owe you any money.

And it's my mandatory leave.

And I'm here as a man.

And the day I leave here, you'll never see me again.

We both know

that you will stay there for a long time.

And your aunt won't be able to help you.

Me, yes.

I'll make sure that as soon as you get out, you make so much money

that you can retire in Dubai.

Like everyone else.

Listen to me carefully, eh.

I have nothing against you, and I understand your question.

But I'm no longer available.

Thanks to these three techniques,

I was the most requested door in Antwerp.

It all starts with the European Union.

It is a customs union.

This means that within the EU,

Goods move freely, there are no customs controls.

The Schengen area.

And that's where I saw opportunities.

I set up a limited company. Albumat.

I was renting a shed.

And I was selling tiles to... let's say, Lithuanians.

And with these tiles, I put my collectors.

Technique number one: the Trojan container.

Or the hotel container.

It was always risky sending people over fences

when a container of coke arrived.

Well, thanks to the Trojan container,

where people could sleep and chill,

These guys were already in the port. One less risk.

And I gave a lot of money to a docker

to place this container next to the Colombian.

There you have it. Open sesame.

The container from Colombia could often be checked.

And Lithuania's, never.

In three minutes, they exchange the content.

Bam, clean. No risk.

The order for Lithuania was cancelled.

And the container filled with coke and the collectors were leaving the port

without going through customs.

Welcome to the European Union.

Technique number two, the switch, was born.

The cops could catch us quickly thanks to phone taps.

This is one of the reasons for the large seizures.

I had to find a safe way to communicate.

And who could help me?

We first proved ourselves by helping ports

with their cybersecurity.

Before, their encryption was poor.

We offer ultra-secure encryption,

suitable for mobile phones.

The geek.

- Can I ask you something? - Yes.

Is your encryption very secure?

Femke Vermaelen.

Computer engineering.

For 20% of my turnover

and an investment in their start-up,

they were mine.

They're just phones, right?

It looks like it. But they're configured with the Encrychat app.

Wait. I don't understand. I paid that much for a BlackBerry?

You can only chat with a PGP.

PGP? PlayStation? What's that?

- Pretty Good Privacy. - C'est important.

A security program used for

encryption and decryption of SMS.

And authentication of emails, SMS, files with a digital code.

We can film,

but we disabled the camera for even more security.

Too bad, I wanted to take a selfie.

My fucking soldiers.

My fucking soldiers.

GOOD.

Encrypt.

Tell me again what sector you work in.

The construction.

I don't understand why you need a PGP in construction.

It's simple: privacy is everything.

Yes.

You spend a lot of money on this.

Competition is deadly.

We have to go faster, from 1 to 4, without going through 2 and 3.

Yes.

What? Is what you're doing with them legal?

- We're not doing anything illegal. - So what?

A tidy SA that specializes in security and privacy.

I'll take care of security, you'll take care of privacy. Simple, right?

Femke.

It's great technology.

I was called the father of the PGP device.

Thank you, brother.

It's too much of an honor.

Within six months, I sold them for 2,000 euros.

to anyone who wanted one.

Impossible to hack or track, completely anonymous.

All the cops were frustrated.

Because no listening worked.

Very quickly, PGPs became a status symbol.

My innovations were popular.

And Aunt Mounja came to get me.

On the ground, whore. On your knees.

Aunt Mounja quickly let me know that she was not my aunt.

- Don't move. - Shit. Quiet.

Hello. Bastard.

Every boss needs his door,

and I'm the best door in town.

Mr. Pizza.

I've heard a lot about you.

Welcome.

The widow of the biggest drug lord

that Antwerp has ever known.

She loved him so much. But...

But you don't do it to Aunt Mounja.

Look, darling, at your orange juice.

Now you can kneel before him for the last time.

Was it worth it?

Super romantic.

I had a visitor.

They want me to pay back the cargo.

I need you, it's urgent.

Regragui, change of cell.

- I'm staying here. - Follow me.

- I'm staying here. - Come on, I tell you.

Come on, follow me.

This seizure of a ton of coke has shaken our northern neighbors quite a bit.

What is the difference with other seizures?

Mounja Salhi made promises that she could not keep.

She wanted to redeem herself by scamming Kees Van Dijk, alias Genghis Khan.

You're not trying to lock him up.

And there is a power struggle between him and Aunt Mounja.

And since she lost a ton, Genghis Khan wants to seize his chance.

Mounja would be hiding here.

- Should we find Mounja? - That would be nice.

We also know that Kees and his team are coming to Antwerp more and more often.

And not to hold your hands.

Rather to cut them off.

I don't like being told no.

So? Let's help each other?

This woman works in the registry.

For a large sum, 1,000 euros, with or without a threat,

she makes sure the indictment order disappears.

Therefore, this document is lost,

and there is a limited time to fix this.

If you arrive too late at the court,

This is a procedural error.

And... you are released.

What happened?

- Did you drop a bar of soap? - What bar of soap?

What the hell. Does your ass hurt?

Once again, and I swear...

I don't suffer, I undertake. I don't receive, I shoot.

What the hell is this?

This driver is crazy.

Gently.

Oh, what's going on?

Come down now.

You too, outside.

Get out. Get down, you son of a bitch.

- Calm down. - Now.

Slowly, calm down.

What's your problem?

What's your problem, buddy? I hope you shut your mouth.

Why is Mounja ignoring me?

Mounja is hiding. It's your fucking fault.

I didn't say anything. I'm not a traitor.

- Why are you free all of a sudden? - I have good lawyers.

This ton is up to you to pay it back.

Antwerp belongs to me.

You know it and so does she.

In ten days there is a new shipment.

And I need an army with a lot of guys.

Today.

Antwerp doesn't belong to you.

You ruined everything with your stupid little games.

From now on, you listen to me.

- And Operation Himalaya continues. - My big cock is listening to you.

And Aunt Mounja will break your kneecaps

if you fight back.

And Operation Himalaya was my idea.

You talk a lot for a big jerk.

You know who's still talking? Those guys from Begijnenstraat.

They say the switch master has switched.

- You're the dancer, aren't you? - Sometimes.

I have a new song,

and I'm looking for a dancer for my music video.

Hey, put on the song.

Dude, no.

Dance. Dance.

Yes, you see, he dances.

Yes.

Stop, stop.

Who says you have to stop, bitch?

We want a big shipment as quickly as possible.

I repeat.

As soon as possible. Belgian cancer patient.

- Get out. - OK.

Bastard.

Hey, honey.

- How are you? - It could be better.

- And you are? - Junes.

Junes. You know, no weapons here.

He doesn't have any.

- Do you have a room? - Yes. For you always, darling.

- Your usual room. - Nice to see you.

Welcome home. Good luck.

Evita had started the B&B as a haven for criminals.

It was called Little Dubai.

It was like Dubai in a hotel.

No weapons, no violence.

Gangsters could negotiate there,

chill out, hide away, have fun.

It will be done.

A bit like that hotel in "John Wick",

or Switzerland.

And like Switzerland, it looks peaceful.

But if you don't agree, avoid...

Wajo. Cash.

What a crazy five-star hotel.

You were released.

It's your turn.

Tomorrow, the docks, seven o'clock.

Kiss my ass.

- Are you okay, man? Are you going to be okay here? - I'm safe.

Thank you for being here, I appreciate it.

Dude, I'll always be there for you.

Everything went to shit because of me.

No? Seriously?

- Come see Dad. - What are you doing, man?

- Fuck you, white guy. - Shut up.

Dude, seriously?

After all you've done?

Be water, my friend. Be water.

Be water.

No, no, don't do that. Stop.

Don't do that.

No, no, no. No.

Shit.

I know you're a good guy, Adamo.

You leave me no choice.

What do you mean? What?

If I can't have you, I'll take your friends.

Hey, I'm not here. Leave a message.

This fucking phone.

Mom, I put everything away outside.

Great. Did you clean the tables too?

- The chairs too? Everything? - Yes, everything.

- Great, then I'll finish putting this away. - OK.

It was a good day, thank God.

Very good.

Is there anything else to do?

Ah, that again.

Please.

Please pick up.

Holy shit.

Who is Mohammed Ibrahimi?

She is at the pizzeria with her mother.

Hello? Yo, what's up?

Yo, what?

Fuck you, asshole.

- I'm catching a cold. - I'll bring you a fleece.

Shit.

For what ?

Karma, bitch.

Mom. Mom.

Mom ?

Mom.

Mom? Mom?

Mom.

Mom.

Pity.

Come on, come on. A little further. Back up. No phone.

Did you see the shooter?

Non.

We need to be concerned about violence.

It would be naive not to.

These are American situations,

and we are not equipped to deal with that.

This is the new reality.

This isn't the first time I've warned you. Thank you.

How are you ?

Okay, girls, thanks.

Start warming up.

Five minutes, then we'll get started, eh.

Badia, listen.

You have nothing to do with any of this.

But help me and I will help you.

- Where is Adamo? - Do you want to help me?

Tell me who is behind this attack.

He is in Dubai.

They never deliver to anyone.

Who is in Dubai?

I'm in danger, huh.

Who ?

They call him Genghis Khan.

- Have you heard about it? - No.

His guys are here and we're going to get them.

You don't believe it yourself.

In short, they are not here.

Psst, one.

What are you doing here?

- Come on. - What are you doing here?

If Badia sees you, she'll finish you off.

You have to go.

Look, it's my fault, I know.

But this mess can still get worse.

If I don't do what they want, they will pray for you at the mosque.

You and Badia need to keep a low profile.

The cops are here.

- They won't stay 24/7. - But I will.

Mo, these guys are crazy. They don't mess around.

Talk to Badia. You need to hide.

For how long?

All our lives?

How is Saloua?

What do you think?

Badia won't leave her mother alone here.

And I won't let her.

Peace be upon you.

What's wrong with you?

I have... plaques on my back.

Can you look?

It's what ?

It's shingles.

- What the hell is that? - An affection.

Linked to stress, a weakened immune system.

A type of herpes that has become infected.

- Herpes? - It's more serious.

You need to get treatment.

I'll give you some painkillers.

Shingles is very hard on your heart.

So what is very important,

It's not to stress.

May God heal you.

Good evening, Adamo.

Yes, here, here.

Coach.

Hey.

- What? - I don't know how...

- What? - I can't say it.

to my parents,

but I can't go see Abdullah.

- What? - Ahmed.

I haven't seen him for three days.

I can't reach him.

Go to his parents' house.

- They don't dare call the cops. - Wait.

Which cops?

- These new Dutch. - Yes?

Ahmed was selling for them. He didn't know

- that it was for Genghis Khan. - Who?

Genghis Khan.

He kept some money.

They came for his family: his mother and his sister.

- Genghis has him by the balls. - Hey, hey.

I'll fix this, okay? Look at me.

You go home. You stay there and you don't talk to anyone.

Look at me carefully.

I'll fix this, okay? Don't worry.

Come on, go ahead.

Junes, where is this fucking Adamo?

You know what I'm having trouble finding?

Straight guys who work hard.

Do you have the same problem?

We want to invest a lot in you, Adamo.

We got you out of jail because we had a lot of faith in you.

You and your team.

Create synergy together.

You see?

You coward.

You were in jail, man.

And these guys pay a lot more.

You want my kids to eat grass?

He was smart.

He chose money.

As in the series, "plata o plomo".

We all choose silver, but Adamo chooses lead.

Are you Italian?

We had agreed: no violence,

no blood.

And there, you walk with them?

If you don't fight back, there won't be any problems.

Papaoutai...

shut up for two seconds.

Hey, guys. How are you doing?

Adamo.

I finally see you for once.

And we have an agreement?

- Are we new colleagues? - Work for us, Adamo.

Mounja is crazy and scams her customers.

Aunt Mounja has connections.

If we do that, it's suicide for everyone.

Barabas, show him the video.

I love it,

when Barabas sends me these videos.

You wouldn't want to participate in it yourself, would you?

To a video like this.

My Italian friend.

You and I are dealers. That's why I respect you.

But my boss is missing a ton, and it's your fault.

So either you're part of the problem...

either of the solution.

Genghis found it horrible,

what happened to this mother.

When you give a warning, you mean it.

He didn't understand it well.

Very gentle.

Before we make your Aunt Mounja a puzzle,

She promised us three tons. You'll be in charge of it.

Aunt Mounja is waiting for this shipment.

I can't change these plans.

Do I have to explain it to you three times too?

Tell me who you need from your team, and I'll bring them all here.

But not cowards, eh.

Even with the phones, it was too much.

You're right.

Adamo, we understand, but we don't do that kind of thing.

You don't understand.

Can we come through?

I just want you to stay alive.

You are good people.

All three of them.

So either you are...

either it is the bottom of the Scheldt.

We never wanted a "Mocro Maffia".

It's too late to stop being there.

He who pays sets the rules.

How much, then?

A million.

Each.

All right.

We walk.

You have visitors.

Where is Ahmed?

This is not the time.

Stop with your moments. Where is he?

Speak.

Do you think I'm scared of you or those bastards?

You've really sunk low, huh?

Coward, tell me where the kid is, or I swear on Ammi Farid's grave.

that I'm going to see the cops.

The cops?

Shut up.

Are you going to talk to the cops?

Do you want to die?

Respect.

- No violence. - I can help this kid.

But you have to do what I say.

As before.

A team, my friend.

And what is it?

I have a plan.

Very simple. You just go in and out.

A small team. No violence.

I need two reliable soldiers.

You have enough people to sort out your shit.

Does this kid mean a lot to you?

How much is he in your heart?

Volt.

If you want to see this kid again,

I wouldn't hesitate.

It's a difficult situation.

Difficult? It's still simple?

You are now on a good path.

But the hardest part is staying there.

What the hell is he doing philosophizing?

- No, I have to get out of here. - Wait.

- You have to do it. - What?

No, seriously, it's super important. You have to help them.

- What? - Wajo. The angel begins to rave.

He's annoying for a poor line,

and there you should take care of containers.

Yes, it's crazy.

Trust me. You have to be a part of it.

- Help them and you'll see why. - No. Don't listen to him.

GOOD.

I had to quickly and safely collect three tons of coke.

Without violence or collectors.

So the cops don't catch us.

In my eyes, there was only one solution,

and for that, I needed Junes and Volt.

Because I know they are non-violent,

and that they would never shoot anyone.

And of course, hackers.

The plan was simple.

Junes and Volt had to recover

two containers in the port of Antwerp.

And why was it so simple?

Let's start at the beginning.

You are a big dealer from South America,

and want to ship three tons of coke to Europe.

You are looking for a large, well-known and fair company.

Why a big company? Because customs never check them.

A small company is seen as suspicious.

Legitimate companies are, for example...

or...

This kind of business.

Containers arrive at the port with a unique barcode.

Via the barcode, drivers

come to collect certain containers.

The barcode is scanned by the controller.

The correct container is placed on the truck,

and he leaves. Super simple.

Since the containers

are from a legit society like... or...

there is little chance of them being controlled.

All we had to do was get the barcodes.

This is where the hackers come in, with their Pwnie system.

It comes from "poned," or "owned."

It means "to take control."

Hence Pwnie.

It was a way to get into a port company,

and hack into their computer system,

by literally installing a small machine on site.

That we call Pwnie.

Is this your brilliant plan?

It's a power strip.

To be able to intercept barcodes.

All their data will go through there and be sent to us.

So, no more dockers or collectors.

In the company, the containers, via their own barcode,

are assigned to the correct truck.

By taking it over, the correct containers could be allocated

to our guys, Junes and Volt.

- Pass me the Pwnie. - Here.

It did indeed look like a power strip.

Or a wifi booster.

That was also the goal.

No one could notice.

Doudou...

We've known each other for a long time.

You deserve better.

Forget this Barbados. Choose our side.

Even if you're black, your heart is white.

Shut up, buddy.

You talk too much.

Junes and Volt had to be on time.

Because at the slightest delay,

another guy with the same code would walk away with the cargo.

And then we'd be screwed.

- Ready? - We're waiting for the barcodes.

The containers are

in the queue. It won't be long.

Do it like this. Come on.

Where are they?

We have the first code.

Your code, please?

Here, sir. The code.

Thank you, Chief.

- Shit. - What?

The servers are lagging.

What does that mean?

The codes are no longer updated.

- Wait. What does that mean? - There's a connection problem.

We have to go and see for ourselves.

If we don't go now, we'll get nothing.

We have to go there.

You two stay here.

- Sicaro, you stay with them. - Give.

- Pizza boy, you come with. - I'll keep you posted.

Where is this fucking code?

- I don't get it. - What's going on here?

Stay calm.

I have to focus, okay?

- Shit. - What?

- What? - I need power.

- What current? - My computer is dead.

You're not serious.

Fuck, power?

Your hood. Open the hood.

- What? - Do you have jumper cables?

The battery is in the back.

The battery is here.

Hold this for me.

Are you serious?

- Give me the plug. - Here.

Where is this fucking code?

Come on, faster.

- The transceiver. - Come on, take it. What is it?

That thing with the antenna.

At my feet.

- Okay, we're back. - Calm down.

In the air.

Can you get noticed even more?

Do you want the codes or not?

- Calm down. - Okay, up in the air.

Hey, come see.

- OK. - We're fucked in our ass.

Femke, this guy is watching.

What do you want me to do?

- I swear. - Don't rush me.

- This bastard is calling. - Not now.

I'm busy. Stop.

Almost.

And shit.

I knew it would be a mess.

Stay calm.

Next week we are in Bali.

On the beach, with a fucking million.

It'll be OK.

Femke, I don't want to stress, but they're coming.

Just a little longer. Keep them busy.

Hey, bro. We're watching football.

Antwerp against Beerschot.

Just a friendly match.

How are you.

What are you doing?

We're almost done.

- Hurry up. And get in. - Five seconds.

- Get in. - Four, three...

- The cops are here. - Two, one.

- Let's go. - Now.

The code.

I told you. We're going to make some money.

On se tire.

- OK. - Go for it.

- Okay. - You crazy girl.

- Femke, what don't you know how to do? - Shut up. Let me do it.

Can you sing?

What the hell is going on? Is she crazy?

They are here, they are here.

Where are they?

- Check your rearview mirror. - Here they are again.

Quick, we have to get out of here.

- This is crazy stuff. - Fuck.

You're my fucking driver now.

No. It's not possible.

Hello.

Oh, Pizza.

You continue to surprise me.

Or is it you I should congratulate?

You're good.

We did it.

We have the code.

I know it, from your friends.

It'll be OK.

I'm hallucinating.

No, no, no.

Come on, pick up.

The container is on another truck.

- Someone else took it. - Use your fucking PGP.

What do I do?

We had an agreement.

Salt with.

We'll fix this. I swear.

- Let her go. - What do you have to fix?

Another guy left with the cargo.

Someone else took the cargo.

Are you fucking me?

It's a communication problem.

We have to find him now.

We have to go now. And you're coming with us.

Out.

I'm sorry, Barabas,

but I can't let you go.

Evita, it's none of your business.

Let me pass.

Everything that happens here is my business.

Do you know who I work for?

These kids scammed my boss, so they're coming with me,

whether you like it or not.

Barabas, if I accept this,

I can say goodbye to my business.

Because I will no longer be able to guarantee

that people will not be threatened

by guys like you.

So, we're not going to do that.

I suggest you let them go,

and you leave the B&B.

I have always respected you a lot.

But you're going to have to make an exception.

Think carefully about what you are going to do.

And the consequences.

Attention.

Come on, now. Go, go, go.

Go, go.

I'm going to kill you.

Stay down.

NOW.

Martin... No, no.

No. Martin...

Wait.

Come, come.

Come on.

Attention.

What is this?

Shit.

Adamo.

Diego.

Follow me.

Go in there. Go.

Here, take this.

Wait. Come on.

Go ahead now. No, stay.

Adamo.

Adamo.

How are you ?

- Why are you looking at me, brother? - I'm not your fucking brother.

Go home.

Pick up and put on speakerphone.

Hey, bro. Where are you?

Yo, we're on the N70 towards Beveren.

Say he's got him.

Comment ?

Just let him catch him.

Brother, corner him.

How do I do it?

Don't think, just do it.

Brother, I'm in a truck. What do you want me to do?

Otherwise, we're dead, you know?

Trap him...

Don't think, just do it. Now.

We are on the N70 towards Beveren.

N70 towards Beveren. Go.

One with and one without.

Damn, we got them.

Keep me posted. Lize, call Jana.

JC, one.

We do everything together, right?

Don't hesitate, just go for it. Go for it.

Let's go. Come on.

Junes, what the hell are you doing?

Stop the truck.

Stop.

No, stop.

- Do you want to die or what? - Hurry up.

Yo, get down, get down.

There are gangsters coming. Get down.

I don't understand you.

There are gangsters coming.

Get off. Go away.

The gangsters are coming.

- Stop the truck. - Go.

Stop the truck.

Get down. They're going to shoot.

Okay, stop, reverse...

We're going to do them.

Stop this fucking truck. Stop.

Get out. Get out.

Hey, mech.

Is that your bitch Barba?

Where is the kid?

Where is Ahmed, you dirty pedophile?

Shut up, you dirty whore.

Brother...

How many times have we eaten together?

Let us go.

Shit. JC, damn.

JC is hit. Send reinforcements.

- Everyone get in. - Come on. Go, go.

JC, JC.

- My shoulder. - He's fine.

Stay calm. That's it.

Damn, they left.

A black Vito heading towards Haasdonk.

Shut your mouth.

- Easy. - Mom, I love you.

Sorry to make you sad, Mom.

- Take care, eh. - Yes.

Everything was fine. I was off to such a good start.

And...

The friends.

We're back in the same shit.

- I wanted to protect you. - Protect?

Are you Mega Toby or what?

And you, Papadoudou...

Dirty traitor. Dirty shmeta.

Shmeta?

Why are you mad at him?

He is the one who must be destroyed.

Has he told you anything about Ahmed yet?

What ?

You had such a good bond with that kid.

Where is he?

Where is he?

How can you become partners if you cheat on your own friends?

Dirty bastard.

I'll tell you.

I fear that young Ahmed

is already eaten by fish.

- Yes, him here, eh. - No.

Are you with us or against us?

I didn't kill anyone.

- Do you believe it? - I swear.

I didn't do that, man.

He's making fun of you.

Don't trust him.

Come on. You're a big gangster, aren't you?

Come on, shoot.

Come on, give it to me.

You're lucky, buddy.

You can go.

You're a good guy, huh. I've always seen that.

If Ahmed had shot my aunt...

I would have lost it too.

You didn't know that either?

You're not off to a good start.

I did everything to help him.

- Barabas. - Yes, boss.

We're throwing Moroccans into the canal,

and the blonde could still be of use to us.

Wait. Wait, please.

We've waited long enough already.

I know how to get this shit back.

This shit and much more.

The deal of the century.

I swear it on my parents' grave.

No, no.

- Please. - No, no.

- Please. - Stop. No.

No, no, don't do that.

Adamo.

Wait, ten tons. Hey.

- What, ten tons? - Ten tons.

You have nothing, but if you kill us, you'll have even less.

I swear to you.

But I need them.

This is bullshit.

Hey, let him talk.

Boss, he's a chatterbox.

I want to hear what he has to say.

Where does all that coke go?

before being destroyed?

At the customs warehouse.

- The customs warehouse? - Yes.

Everything is going too slowly.

They won't destroy the coke in time.

Right now there are easily ten tons waiting for us.

I know how we can get in.

I have a door over there.

I've been preparing this for years.

On a fucking platter.

Two hundred million.

I'd love to hear your plan.

No problem.

Operation Himalaya.

I had been working in the warehouse for a while.

That was supposed to be my highlight.

The amount of coke seized in Antwerp

exceeded capacity.

In the waste treatment company,

They could destroy 1,000 kg per day.

Too little for these hundreds of tons.

Result: a huge mountain.

A fucking Mount Everest of coke in the customs warehouse.

It really happened. Go see.

Thanks to a cargo full of tracers,

I quickly knew where I had to be.

I had gone prospecting.

We didn't order pizza, eh?

- Number 52. - Oh, number 52?

Turn around and it's straight ahead.

- Excuse me. - No problem.

- Good evening. - To you too.

Transportation requires security, but the warehouse...

These men haven't seen any new colleagues for ages,

and they have fucking 90s guns, I swear.

For years, it has been a nightmare for the cops and the justice system.

and politics.

Yet, everything remains there.

This is a very good plan.

Yes. But I have a question.

If this plan is so good, why haven't you done it yet?

No shooting, no entry,

and I don't want blood on my hands.

Sometimes it's better

that an idea remains a fucking idea.

Poor guy, he doesn't dare shoot.

Ibrahim also knows this plan,

so we will have to act quickly.

- Massimo. - Oh, wait. No, no.

Do you know how many chances you've had?

- Not one, not two... - Please.

...not three either, but four.

And I'm going to make sure you know this is your very last chance.

Hey... Wet finger.

Okay, we'll go out and come back together.

To you.

Sniff.

If I were you, I'd take a sniff.

Circumstances make me agree with him.

Hey, brother.

Einstein.

She's your girlfriend, right? Your aunt's daughter?

I want it here too.

To give him extra motivation.

I'll take care of it.

Dude, if your super plan fails,

I kill all your friends.

Ouch...

Here, here.

I'm gonna kill you, bitch.

Where the fuck is he?

Wait a little longer. It's not time yet.

Yes, wait until you die.

Do it. Go for it.

Come on, listen.

Listen carefully, okay? Come on.

Bruce Lee. Fucking Bruce Lee.

You can do it.

Break everything.

No kidding, he can see us.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Volt, my friend...

Forgive me.

The devil got me.

But you know this game is disgusting.

Everyone has to eat.

Volt, forgive him.

He has a good heart.

Fuck him, yes. No pity.

Forgive me.

Here, my weapon. Sorry.

You're going to listen to me or I'm going to call the cops. Stop.

How many are there here?

You don't stand a chance, girl.

Take your phone.

Say you're here and you need help.

So.

Shit, Xenna needs us.

You stay here. The rest, with me.

Your time has come, yes? This is why you had to be here.

- Attends mon signal. - OK.

Attends, attends mon signal.

Wait, wait.

NOW.

Femke, move aside.

Einstein.

- Thank you, brother. - No, no.

Move aside.

What ?

Yo, help us.

Junes, catch.

Ninja.

Junes.

No, no.

THANKS.

Here we go.

Come quickly.

Badia, what are you doing here?

What the hell is this?

Surprise, you bastards.

Sale rat.

Yes, I am a rat.

I'm a fucking traitor.

I am an opportunist.

Sometimes I stick a knife in someone's ribs.

But I always win.

Don't forget that,

fucking Barbas of my balls.

Operation Himalaya, zehbi.

OPERATION HIMALAYA

How is Operation Himalaya going?

This is complex shit. I need more time.

Again? Do you want to wait until I go through menopause?

Until my breasts touch the floor?

We have to climb the Himalayas now.

It has to be prepared, it doesn't happen like that.

The clock's ticking, man. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

We're starving. We have to eat.

And if we don't eat, it will be carnage.

Aunt Mounja and Ibrahim became obsessed with Operation Himalaya.

They knew that the one

who would attack the customs warehouse,

would be the most powerful dealer in Northern Europe.

And the only way to survive,

It was by activating Operation Himalaya.

We just have to convince Ibrahim.

When he finds out who killed Mounja, he will want revenge.

- How do you want to do it? - Barabas made a video.

- With his PGP? - Can you crack it or not?

No, we closed the door

- and threw away the key. - Shit.

We must not enter.

There is a line between Adamo and Barabas.

You can infect your phone.

Will it work, or not?

- With spyware? - Spyware.

Hey, what are you doing?

Keep working.

Now. It has to click, otherwise it won't work.

Femke, this guy is paranoid. He wants to know what I'm doing.

It will click.

Hey, what are we doing?

Nothing, we're just working.

Don't play with my balls, eh.

We sent a photo to Barabas of what we were doing.

And bam, he clicked on it.

And just like that, we were in his PGP.

You could see all his files. You could read everything.

You could see where he was in real time.

What are you doing? Keep going.

- We're almost done. - Hurry up.

This video for Ibrahim, send it.

NOW.

- The video is sent. - OK, great.

Boss, Himalaya is in progress.

Keep me posted.

If they don't cooperate, you shoot.

Okay, guys.

Operation Himalaya is underway.

Barabas, the asshole, arrives with his team,

and we're going to fuck them.

Make it rain bullets. But don't touch customs.

One, two, three, here we go.

I love the mountains.

And the mountains love me.

If you want to reach the top, you have to know how to walk.

Oh, a bullet.

Ibrahim is not that smart.

A loyal soldier.

Thank you for being ready.

Now we win together for life.

And remember: I always win.

I'm in the mood for some action again.

Three, two, one.

Die.

Are you fucking Snow White?

Don't kill him, eh.

Are you leaving me some or not?

Barabitch.

Holy shit.

Shit.

What do you think about all this, Barabas?

Take that bitch away from me.

I wish I could turn back time.

Start again.

I don't want a black soul.

Well done, Adamo.

You were going to change.

You were almost there.

Another fifteen percent.

My ass.

You're an imposter.

Train your friends for your own greed.

Loser.

Is that it then? Is that all you are?

A fucking "patser"?

I'm sorry.

I testify that there is only one God,

and that Mohammed is his messenger.

May God protect your soul.

It means war.

Shingles is very hard on your heart.

What is important,

It's not to stress.

Adamo ?

What's happening to you?

Adamo.

PATTERNS REVIENDRA