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This is Mohammed.

The perfect guy. Friendly, honest, punctual, healthy.

A good Muslim, with a degree, a steady job.

Puts the rubbish out on time. Recycled, of course.

Pays his taxes. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Never done anything wrong, never had dealings with the cops.

If he played GTA, he'd stop for pedestrians.

The ideal son-in-law.

Mohammed is a decent citizen...

just like 95% of all Belgians with foreign roots.

But this film isn't about Mohammed.

Previously on 'Gangsta'...

Four childhood friends from Antwerp...

Adamo, the brains...

Badia, the fighter...

Volt, the loose cannon...

and Junes, the dancer.

They wanted to be rich fast and live large.

They decided to steal cocaine from the Columbian mafia...

and triggered a turf war between two rival gangs in Holland.

After spending all the money, they were caught and had to fight for their lives.

They lost their innocence and their brother Yasser...

the hero cop who saved them.

Mind-blowing action, tearjerking drama, heartbreaking love.

That fucked up shit is behind us now.

I went 100% legit. I started a successful construction company.

Our expertise aims to please.

Welcome to Albu... -Mat.

I have a luxury car rental business that's a big success.

Showing off, 100% legal.

I'm a businessman, you know.

I even invested in a start-up that may revolutionise the tech world.

New technologies are the future.

Junes was on that show 'The Secret Dancer'. He even won.

He was so popular, he was a judge on season 2.

A celeb, a teen idol. His face in every magazine.

He was a cuddly immigrant. Even racists liked him.

Volt became a master of zen.

He now focuses on spirituality and sports.

He's found his inner balance.

He helps young hoodlums get back on the right path and stay there.

Here you go.

Badia became a local role model.

To empower them, she started a women-only boxing club.

A fucking role model.

A dream woman, you know.

In other words, marriage material.

Oh, my God. He's the one.

Yes.

After my parents died, uncle Farid, bless his soul, and aunt Saloua cared for me.

You can rest easy, my dear. Your daughter is in the best hands.

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

And I grew up with Badia.

She became my soulmate, through thick and thin, for life.

As uncle Farid used to say: Low-key is the key to life.

Badia deserves the best.

He's here, he's here. He's here, he's here.

And she made the right choice. 100%.

No, wait. Stop.

We're going to need a different title. For now, let's call it...

Good Guys.

Darling, you look gorgeous. -Thanks, Mum.

The boss is here.

Pizza.

Pizza. Let's go.

Thanks for the alcohol. -Careful with that machine.

I used to be like them. But that road leads nowhere.

Careful with my cars. You pay the fines.

Coach, Adamo says I can drive his car. -You don't even have pubic hair yet. Sit.

Stay away from that devil. -Let him be.

You're a great example.

Haven't you ruined enough lives?

Leave those kids be, or I'll fuck you up.

Chill, bro. -I am chill. Master of zen.

All is in divine order, but you've got guts.

I've been invited.

What is it? -You haven't learned your lesson.

I'm a businessman. Can't a guy work?

It's okay, go and work for the devil.

And you? -Oh, you know.

Mum, I'll be right back.

What are you doing here, Mr Fast and Furious?

I want your cousins to have some fun. Let them live for a day.

It's not their day, nor yours. This is my day, okay?

Why are you here? -Your mum invited me. I couldn't say no.

You couldn't say no? -Go easy on him.

You lie so often.

Why are you still friends with this loser? -Come on, let's not ruin this day.

Ruin?

He's ruining it.

I'm happy for you. I came here to wish you all the best.

You love this guy? -Mo is a good guy.

There are so many good guys. Do you love him, honestly?

Yes. He takes good care of me. He's honest and sincere.

He has a heart of gold and he saves me from your fucked up world.

That's over. I'm doing other stuff now.

Before, I didn't have a choice. -There's always a choice.

All those gangstas have a choice.

You act like you're forced into it, like it's fate.

But nobody's forcing you.

Your world is ruining a whole generation. And none of you are going to grow old.

You act like I've become someone else. I'm still the same guy.

That's the problem. I don't need your kind.

I'm not a gangsta anymore.

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

Adamo.

You're like a son to me. -Badia want me gone.

I want you here, with your family. Allah be praised.

Farid had the same look in his eyes. He was always imagining things.

He was paranoid because things could blow up at any moment.

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

I'm out, I swear. -You'll die with a black soul.

I never used violence.

My hands are clean. -Get out before it's too late.

Okay.

I don't want to bury another loved one.

Give me my keys.

My keys. -Here, boss.

Get lost. -Hey, brother.

Target on the move.

Follow him. -Roger.

When I say I'm 100% legal now...

that's not quite right. Let's say: 85%.

The last 15? I'm working on it.

It's like this: I'm hoarding. Get it?

Straddler isn't answering.

I'll check.

Full of Dutch guys. Don't they have their own port?

Focus, people. Check the registration on those cars.

SWAT stand-by.

Bingo, guys. -Mounja Salhi.

Fucking Aunt Mounja. -Stay calm. We need evidence.

Arms in the air. -Why?

I have work to do. -Shut up, man.

Go.

Go, man.

Have a seat. Espresso? -Sure.

God damn it.

Still no news from the straddler?

Fucker, you're more than an hour late. What's up?

If they cross the border, we lose him. -So be it.

All that work for nothing? -We need the shipment.

Okay, just stay here 'til it's over.

JC, let's go. We're driving to Adamo with SWAT.

Well, well, such a high-ranking visitor.

Hey.

No, you can remain standing. That's better for your circulation.

Shit, not even I am seated.

I didn't expect you. -Didn't you miss me?

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

That's the right answer. Have a seat.

Listen, I've come especially to see you. I need to go abroad on urgent business.

I wanted to make sure that you're ready. -Ready for what?

You need to take over Antwerp. When I'm away, you're in charge.

In position. Eyes on target.

He's placing a blue container next to the red one.

Blue container next to red one, check.

Assault team, are you on location? -Affirmative. We're getting fitted out.

Combat-ready in one minute.

He's here. Let's go.

Boys, showtime. Let's go.

A car has stopped next to the blue container. The driver's getting out.

Torch in hand.

It's happening. -Driver is opening the red container.

Quickly, here.

People are coming out. I count one... four trojans.

Hurry up, boys.

They're carrying sports bags out.

Come on, boys.

The police have fucked me over too often lately.

The switch is on.

The only one who always delivers, is you.

Thanks. -Three minutes.

Everything okay? -Yes, Aunt. You need to trust me.

Then why are you shaking?

No stress. Everything will be okay.

What the fuck? Did you see that? He's got a disco ball in his mouth.

That's my vape. -Let me see that.

This is a fancy place.

Boy, oh boy.

Five tangos in total. One is on the lookout with a gun in his hand.

Assault team, situation report. -On the move. 75 metres.

Eagle has landed. Last bags. Almost done.

Pizza's ready.

Assault team progressing. 50 metres.

50 metres, check.

Come on, we don't have all night. Come on.

25 metres.

10 metres.

Fuck. -Now.

Go, go, go.

Tango down.

On the ground.

Fuck. Fuck.

The cops are here.

Adamo? Are you sure everything's okay?

Fuck, no. It's all gone to hell.

Everything's fine. I just need to check one little thing.

I have to take care of something. Sorry.

Split. I'm crossing the border.

Fuck. -Target on the move.

Towards Italiëlei.

Fuck.

Here.

Step on it. -What did I say?

Fucking cops.

Are you kidding me?

Ha. Fucking hell.

Step on it. Go, go, go.

GOOD GUYS

Okay, fuck it. I lied.

GANGSTAS

Forget Rubens, Van Dyck, Bruegel...

diamonds, industry or hand-shaped sweets.

This is Antwerp's biggest export. Remember, from the start of this film?

This is a coke molecule, magnified 10,000 times.

And there's more nose powder than ever before.

And me? I devised several ways to get all that coke through our port.

Côte d'Or.

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

Hijo de puta, you did great, cabrón.

But this is just a temporary business.

I want to retire soon, in Dubai. And leave all that shit behind.

Hoarding, they call it.

I'm a real entrepreneur. I built a complex network throughout the city...

to ensure smooth extractions.

Mr Pizza.

Aunt Mounja was my protection.

I needed her, because with drugs comes violence.

Two grenades... -A stray bullet proved fatal...

The drugs mafia... -A garage door riddled with bullets.

Not a week went by without an attack.

The violence is spiralling. -He was tortured to death.

And that right-wing mayor wouldn't have that in his fashion capital.

This is a war on drugs. That's why we've founded the KALI team.

A special police taskforce to tackle drugs trafficking.

The federal police is a joke, weakened by consecutive budget cuts.

Old computers, crappy cars.

Some cops even need to buy their own toilet paper.

The federal police was tasked with solving big crime...

but it was the local police that had all the money.

Straight out of the mayor's pocket. What a sugar daddy.

Drones, BearCats, even ships.

That's our tax money.

There was a lot of rivalry between the different police forces.

The federal police answered to the minister, the local police to the mayor.

Different political parties, different languages. A mess.

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

You didn't vote for that Walloon minister either.

Do you think she voted for me? Fat chance.

Either you work together, or you can go direct traffic.

Every year, 300 tonnes of coke was seized in Europe...

half of that in Antwerp. So much they couldn't even burn it all.

And that's just 12 to 15% of all the coke that goes through Antwerp...

I know, it's a lot and it's going fast.

Basically, the coke virus is rampant in Antwerp and there's no vaccine.

The KALI team started out super motivated...

and they arrested a lot of people.

Every one of them had a PGP, so they asked: Where did you get that?

And what do you think all those fuckers said?

Pizza. -Pizza.

Yep, all roads led to me. Pizza.

Mounja Salhi. You call her Aunt Mounja, right?

You're so quiet. Are you scared?

Do you like to be bossed around by women?

I have the right to remain silent. -Is that a good idea, with your record?

Want to spend ten years in a dirty hole?

Think. We want Mounja, not you. -Right to remain silent.

Okay. What about this?

Omerta. -What is this?

Two people aren't allowed to have a drink together?

We have a witness who knows what was said.

His word against ours.

Here.

PIZZA 2/5 5.30 PM BAR 'T ANKERTJE

This is a PGP. Only use this to communicate with me.

No cell phone. No messages, no calls. Only this.

Sure. Hey, you think I'm dumb or what?

I'm serious. Use your PGP, then we're safe from the cops. Idiot.

Are you gonna continue in that tone? -I'll give you a tone.

Do you want to leave here in one piece?

And don't write anything down. -Lousy Pizza.

Fucking traitor.

Right to remain silent. -Kinda stupid, when you've got a PGP.

Who's Pizza? -Right not to give a shit.

I want the pin code to your PGP. Failure to cooperate is a crime.

Two.

Three.

Seven.

Eight.

What?

He erased it. -Ten years in a dirty hole, real smart.

One of your extractors was shot. Did you know that?

Are you proud?

You can ponder that in the slammer.

Room for 440 inmates.

Me included, there are 715 here.

Fortunately, Aunt Mounja made sure that I'm safe.

But this doesn't protect me from this stinker from Limburg.

The KALI team has seized another tonne of drugs.

Street value: about 35 million euros.

It's another hard blow for organised crime.

Someone was going to have to pay. The only question was: Who?

What the fuck is that, bro? -I don't know.

Easy, you're just sparring.

Adamo is in jail. I'm going to visit him. In case one of you wants to come too.

No, Junes. That's over. Otherwise, he'll never learn.

He's our brother. He saved our lives. -Seriously? He got us into that shit.

And Yasser, that's his fault. -Don't be a hypocrite.

We all wanted to be gangstas. You can't blame it all on Adamo.

I don't know, bro. You reap what you sow.

Remember I said I lied? Well, I lied about us, too.

Somehow, everything got fucked up.

Badia discovered that I was still dealing on the side.

I am listening. -I'm trying to become legit.

I hear you. So go, but without me. -That's my Gucci. Oh no, it's Louis.

Promises, promises. -Babe.

I'm sick of it. Just go. -Babe.

So talk. -I'm doing this for us.

So we can have a better life.

I love you.

Junes had become a popular celeb. Every celeb's favourite Moroccan.

And celebs like to party.

How're you doing?

A Mocro mob movie, Scorsese style.

Junes.

And no celeb party without cocaine.

Way too fat.

Do you know a ski instructor? -Ski instructor?

Moroccans don't ski. -No?

You don't ski, you don't work. What do you do?

Black piste. -Think of the part. Just do your best.

Come on, fix it.

No mussels with garlic. Just some coke.

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

I'll see what I can do.

Junes always wanted to please.

This isn't like you. -It's not for me, bro.

Be careful.

No, no, no. Okay, they're probably fans of mine.

Hey, fans of 'The Secret Dancer'? It's Junes with a J.

A few grams for some celebs and he was toast.

Is your friend Adamo Pizza?

He could have snitched. But he didn't. Respect.

He got 140 hours of community service and two years of pissing in a jar.

Cancelled like a motherfucker. He became a disgrace to his community.

Bro, I'm finished.

But I don't let my mates down.

Just keep breathing and stay calm. I'll get you dough, no worries.

And they love a comeback in show business.

And hey, every cloud has a silver lining. -Out of my face.

Volt had been addicted to coke for years.

Hello, mister cormorant.

He kept trying to walk the straight and narrow, but it was too narrow for him.

Stop fighting it.

Volt ended up in rehab.

I've discovered that my foot is just as long as my lower arm. Crazy, huh?

Addiction, rehab, recovery. And repeat.

Racist. You need people like me...

so you can point your finger and say: That's the bad guy.

Addiction, rehab, recovery. And repeat.

Addiction, rehab, recovery. And repeat.

Don't fight it.

Don't fight it.

Quickly, let's go, go, go.

Attack. Run.

Boys, I'm proud of you. I see you fighting for each other.

But don't let the devil come between us. Don't think he doesn't exist. He does.

He'll try to boycott you. He'll test you again and again.

Just don't give in.

What are we? -Lions.

Hey.

I know where you live. Come back here.

Come back here.

Who was that? What did he give you?

Here. What did he give you? Talk.

What did he give you?

Drop it.

Drop it.

You too.

Why are you doing this?

If you get caught, your future's gone, it's over for you.

Do you want to be Messi or Tony Montana?

Listen, I've seen it all, I've done it all.

See this poison? I've smoked it, snorted it, even shat it out.

It won't get you anywhere.

Want to make your mum smile or cry? Do you want your parents to be proud?

With this, you'll end up in jail or in a coffin.

Ahmed, Dede, get out of here.

Get out.

If I ever catch you with that shit again...

Don't touch it, Volt.

You can't leave it here. Throw it away. -Don't do it. It's a trap.

What if other kids find it?

Pick it up. -Don't do it.

Don't do it, brother. Fight it. -Pick it up.

Brother, fight it.

It's okay. Just don't put it up your nose.

Yo.

What do the police know?

No worries, I'm not talking.

Good. Keep it that way.

When are you getting me out of here?

Stay put. Lay low.

Why?

It's too dicey. I'll keep you safe.

Regragui? Your lawyer's here.

Hi, Adamo. Pleased to meet you.

Who are you?

I'm not a lawyer.

But I can get you out of here. -Do it, fast.

I'm actually here to collect a debt. That tonne you lost, was meant for my boss.

I don't know anything about that. -Auntie fucked up.

If you don't deliver... -She's always been good to me.

Will you settle her bill then? -Do I look like a charity?

Go beg somewhere else, bum.

I'm a headhunter, Adamo. I'm always looking for new talent.

We need to promote synergy.

You're lucky. Your reputation has reached the Netherlands.

Who's the slutty boss who sends you?

I think you know him as Genghis Khan.

See. You've heard of him.

I did my job.

You need to talk to Aunt Mounja. -True, you did your job.

And you did it well. You revolutionised our business.

The Trojan container. The switch.

The PGP system. Quite the talent.

Come and work for us and we'll drop the debt.

I'm not in your debt. I'm on annual leave here.

I'm here as a man. And when I leave here, you'll never see me again.

We both know that you're gonna be in here for a long time.

And your aunt can't help you. But I can.

I'll get you out of here and make sure you can retire to Dubai.

Listen. I have nothing against you, but I'm not available.

The three techniques this fucker mentioned, had made me very popular.

It all starts with the EU. It's a customs union.

That means free circulation of goods, so no customs checks.

The so-called Schengen Area.

And I saw an opportunity.

I set up a company, Albumat. I rented a warehouse.

And I sold, let's say floor tiles to Lithuania.

My extractors travelled with the tiles.

Technique number one: the Trojan container, or hotel container.

It was risky to get people inside to extract a new coke shipment.

A Trojan container was an easy way to bring guys into the port.

One less risk.

I paid a straddler to put that container next to the Columbian one.

There you go. Open, Sesame.

Columbian containers were often inspected, Lithuanian ones never.

In three minutes they would switch the contents. Bam, clean, no risks.

The Lithuanian order was cancelled.

The container with the coke left the port without being checked.

Welcome to the EU. Technique number two, the switch, was born.

The cops used to tap our phones.

That's how they were able to seize so much.

I had to find a safe way to communicate. And who could help me with that?

We have improved cybersecurity for several ports...

who had weak encryption.

We offer ultra safe encryption, especially for mobile phones.

Tech nerds.

Can I ask you something? -Sure.

How safe is your encryption?

Femke Vermaelen, computer genius. For 20% of my turnover...

and an investment in their start-up, I owned them.

They're simple mobiles?

They've been configured with the Encrychat app.

I don't get it. I'm paying you for a simple BlackBerry?

You can only chat with other PGPs. -PGP? PlayStation? What is it?

Pretty Good Privacy. -That's important.

It's a security program used to encrypt and decrypt messages.

And authentication of e-mails, texts, files.

The front camera has been disabled, for extra security.

Pity, I wanted to take a selfie. My fucking soldiers.

Great.

Encrychat.

Tell me again what business you're in. -Construction.

I don't get why someone in construction would need a PGP.

Privacy is everything.

Yeah.

You spend a lot of money for your privacy.

The competition is fierce.

We need to be able to switch gears rapidly.

Okay.

What? And everything you do is legal, or what?

We don't do anything illegal. -So?

We're a clean security and privacy business.

I handle security, you privacy. Simple, right?

Femke.

This is next-level technology.

They dubbed me the father of the PGP.

Thanks.

Within six months, I was selling them for 2,000 euros a piece.

Impossible to hack or trace. All the cops were frustrated.

Their taps didn't work anymore. PGPs quickly became status symbols.

I was popular, and that's how Aunt Mounja found me.

Get on the fucking floor. On your knees.

Aunt Mounja was no regular aunt.

Don't move. -Fuck. Stay calm.

Good morning. Motherfucking cunt.

Every boss needs a door and I'm the best door in town.

Mr Pizza. I've heard a lot about you.

Welcome.

She was the widow of Antwerp's biggest ever drug lord.

She loved him so much. But...

Nobody fucks with Aunt Mounja.

Here's your orange juice, dear.

You can get on your knees for him one last time.

Was he worth it?

Fucking romantic.

I've had a visitor. They want me to pay back the load.

I need you urgently.

Regragui, you're moving. -I'm staying here.

You're coming with us.

I'm staying. -You're coming with us. Let's go.

That coke we seized has created waves north of the border.

Why is this shipment different?

Mounja Salhi made promises she couldn't keep.

She then tried to rip off Kees Van Dijk, alias Genghis Khan.

And you don't fuck with Genghis Khan.

He and Aunt Mounja are fighting out a turf war.

And now that she's weakened, Genghis Khan is making his move.

Mounja is hiding in Belgium. -And we have to find her?

That would be nice. Kees and his crew are moving into Antwerp.

And not to hold hands with you. More likely to chop off hands.

I don't appreciate rejection. So, are we going to help each other?

This lady is a court clerk.

And for a nice sum of money and some gentle coercion...

she can make an indictment summons disappear.

The document is lost and there's only a limited period to rectify that.

If I can't make it to court, that's a procedural error.

And that means... I must be released.

Hey, what happened?

Dropped your soap bar? -What soap?

That's fucked up. Does your ass hurt? -Cut it out now, I swear.

I don't endure. I don't receive, I shoot.

What the fuck?

What a sick driver.

Take it easy.

What's happening? -Get out of the car, now.

You too. Get out.

Get out, son of a bitch.

Relax. -Now.

Relax, relax.

What's your problem? -What's your problem, mate?

I hope you kept your mouth shut.

Why is Mounja ignoring me? -She had to go into hiding.

I kept my mouth shut. I'm not a snitch.

Then why are you out? -Good lawyers.

That tonne is on you. -Antwerp is mine.

You know that. There's a new load on the way...

and I need an army and lots of dough. Today.

Antwerp doesn't belong to you. You fucked it up with your shitty games.

Now, I tell you what to do. Operation Himalaya is on.

My big dick will listen to you.

Aunt Mounja will smash your knees if you cross me.

And Operation Himalaya was my idea. -For a shithead, you talk a lot.

The guys in prison also talk.

They say the master of the switch has switched sides.

Aren't you that dancer? I'm looking for a dancer for my next music video.

Hey, put that tune on. -Bro, no...

Dance. Dance.

Yeah, look at him dancing.

That's disco, right? -Yes.

Stop it. -Who told you to stop, bitch?

We want a big shipment, as soon as possible.

One more time. Fast as you can. Belgian fucker.

Scram. -Okay, okay.

Motherfucking cunt.

Hey, babe.

How are you? -Could be better.

And you are? -Junes.

Junes. No weapons allowed here. -He's clean.

Do you have a room? -For you always. Your usual room.

I'm glad to see you. -Welcome home. Good luck, gentlemen.

Evita started her B&B as a safe haven for criminals.

We called it Little Dubai.

It was like a hotel in Dubai. No weapon, no violence.

Gangsters could negotiate here, chill, go in hiding, have fun.

Like that hotel in 'John Wick', or Switzerland.

It all seemed very peaceful.

But if you crossed Evita, you paid in cash.

What a fucked-up five-star hotel.

We got you out. Now it's your turn. Tomorrow, quayside, 7 pm.

Fuck you.

Will you be okay here? -Yeah, I'm safe here.

Thanks for being here, I appreciate it. -Bro, I got you, always.

I've fucked it up. -No way. You don't say.

Come to daddy. -What are you doing, bro?

Fuck you, white boy. Fuck you. Shut up.

Bro, seriously, after all you've been through?

Be water, my friend. Be water.

Be water.

No, no, no, don't do it. Don't do it.

Don't do it.

No, no, no, no.

Fuck.

I know you come from good parents, Adamo.

You leave me no choice.

What do you mean? What?

If I can't get you, I'll get your friends.

Hey, leave a message.

Fucking phone.

Mum, I've cleaned up outside. -Did you clean the tables?

And the chairs? -Yes, everything.

Okay, I'll clear this table. -Okay.

It's been a beautiful day, thank God.

Anything else to be done? Ah, this.

Please.

Please, pick up.

Asshole.

Mohammed Ibrahimi, who is this?

She's at the pizzeria.

Hello? Yo, what's up?

Yo, what's up?

Fuck you, asshole.

I'm cold. -I'll get a fleece.

Fuck.

Why?

Karma, bitch.

Mum. Mum.

Mum?

Mum.

Mum? Mum?

Mum.

Mum.

Please.

Come on, people, back away. Back away. Put those phones away.

Did you see the shooter?

No.

Of course, we're worried about the violence. We would be naive not to.

This is not America, we're not equipped to fight this.

This is the new reality I've been warning about.

I would like

to say so many words to you

I would like

to sing so many melodies

to you

I would like for you

to see yourself reflected in my heart and be satisfied

I want to confess to you

and tell you how much I love you

today

I give myself to you

and everything I have inside me

Are you okay?

Okay, ladies, thank you. Let's get warmed up.

We start in five minutes.

Badia, listen.

I believe you have nothing to do with this. Help me and I'll help you.

Where's Adamo? -You want to help me?

Tell me who attacked us.

He's in Dubai. They don't extradite.

Who's in Dubai?

I'm the one who's in danger.

Who?

They call him Genghis Khan.

Heard of him?

We will arrest his crew, though.

You don't believe that.

In any case, they're not here.

Hey.

Come here.

What are you doing here?

Come. -What are you doing here?

Don't let Badia see you here. You need to go.

It's my fault, I know.

But things can get much worse.

If I don't do what they want, you're dead.

You guys need to stay under the radar. -The cops are here.

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

Mo, those guys are sick. They don't joke around.

Talk to Badia. Go into hiding. -For how long? The rest of our lives?

How is Saloua doing? -What do you think?

She won't abandon her mother. And I won't abandon her. Salaam aleikum.

What's wrong?

I have spots on my back. Can you take a look?

What is that?

Zona. -What the fuck is a zona?

Shingles. Caused by stress and a poor immune function. It's a type of herpes.

Herpes? -But worse.

You need treatment. I'll get you pain medication.

Shingles is bad for your heart. So you should avoid stress.

May God cure you.

Good evening, Adamo.

Yes, here, here.

Coach.

Hey.

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

What?

I can't tell my parents and I can't go to Abdullah.

What? -Ahmed's been missing for three days.

I can't reach him. -Go to his parents.

They're afraid of the police. -Hang on, hang on. Why the police?

That new Dutch crew. -Yeah?

Ahmed was dealing for them. He didn't know it was for Genghis Khan.

He held out on them.

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

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

I'll fix this. Look at me. Go home and don't talk to anyone.

Look at me. I'll fix it, okay? Don't worry.

Come on, go now.

Junes, where's that fucking Adamo?

You know what's hard to find? Good, reliable staff.

Do you find that too?

We want to invest in you, Adamo.

We got you out of jail because we value you and your team.

Create synergy together.

See?

Fucking coward.

You were in jail.

And those guys pay a lot more. Should my children eat grass or what?

He was smart. He chose the money.

Like in that TV show, 'plata o plomo'. We choose plata, Adamo chooses plomo.

Do you understand that? -No, I don't.

Flemish people are so stupid.

I think he's half Italian, like you. -Are you Italian?

Our deal was: no violence, no bloodshed.

And you're with them now?

Cooperate and there's no problem. -Can you shut up for two seconds?

Hey, guys. How's it going?

Adamo. Finally, I get to see you.

So, do we have a deal? Are we colleagues now?

Work for us, Adamo. Mounja's ripping off her own customers.

Aunt Mounja has connections. If we do this, we're committing suicide.

Barabas, show him the clip.

Oh, I love it when Barabas sends me those little clips.

But you wouldn't want to end up in one of those videos yourself, right?

My Italian friend. -You and I are fixers.

That's why I respect you. But you lost my boss a tonne.

So, either you're part of the problem... or part of the solution.

Genghis is very sorry about what happened to that mum.

We just wanted to give a warning, but this guy didn't understand it.

Hey, come on.

Before we cut up Aunt Mounja, she promised us three tonnes.

You're going to get it for us. -Her team is expecting that shipment.

I can't change those plans.

You still don't get it?

Tell me who you need and I'll bring them here.

But no scaredy-cats.

The phones were already a step too far. -You're right.

Adamo, sorry, but we don't do stuff like this.

You don't get it.

Will you let us through?

I want to keep you alive.

You are good guys. All three of you.

Either you're in... or you'll be sleeping with the fish.

We didn't ask for this Mocro mob shit. -It's too late to get out now.

He who pays, decides.

How much?

One mill.

Each.

Okay.

We're in.

You have visitors.

Where's Ahmed?

This is not the time. -Fuck your time. Where is he?

What?

Do you think I'm scared of you?

Shut your trap.

How low have you fallen?

Coward, tell me where that kid is, or I'm going to the cops.

The cops?

Shut up. -You want to go to the cops?

Do you want to die?

Respect.

No violence. -I can help that kid.

If you do as I say.

Just like old times.

One team, my friend. -What is it?

I have a plan.

Very simple. In and out.

Small crew. No violence.

I need two soldiers I can trust.

You have enough people. -How important is that kid to you?

How deep is he in your heart?

Volt.

If you want to see that kid again, don't hesitate.

This is a difficult situation. -No, it's simple.

You're back on the right path, but the hardest part is staying on that path.

What's that fucker talking about?

I need to get out of here. -Wait. You have to join them.

What? -It's important. You need to help them.

What? -Whoa, the angel is freaking out.

One line of coke was a disaster and now you have to pick up a whole container.

Yeah, that's freaky. -You need to be part of this.

Help them and you'll understand why. -No, don't listen.

Okay.

I needed to extract three tonnes safely and quickly...

without the cops catching us.

I saw only one option and I needed Junes and Volt.

Because they're non-violent. And I needed the hackers, of course.

The plan was simple.

Junes and Volt had to pick up two coke containers at the port.

How is that simple? Let me explain. You're a big South American dealer...

who wants to ship coke to Europe.

You find a company that's big and legit.

Why a big company? Because customs don't check those.

Small companies are more suspect.

Examples of legit companies are...

or...

You get the idea.

Each container has a unique bar code.

Truck drivers need that code to pick up their load.

The code is scanned and the right container is assigned.

And you drive off with it. Simple.

Because the containers belong to legit companies such as... or...

they're unlikely to be inspected.

So, all we had to do was acquire the bar codes.

Enter the hackers and their Pwnie system.

It's derived from 'pwned', or 'owned'. -Hacker slang for controlling.

They use it to hack a port's computer systems...

by installing a little device on site. The so-called Pwnie.

Is this your genius plan? -Looks like a cat's head.

This will allow us to intercept the codes.

All their data will pass through this device and be sent to us.

So, no more straddlers or extractors.

The port uses bar codes to assign each container to the right truck.

By intercepting the codes, we could assign the containers to Junes and Volt.

Give me the Pwnie. -Here.

It did look like a cat's head. Or a Wi-Fi amplifier. That was the idea.

It had to go unnoticed.

Doudou, you and I go way back.

You deserve better. Fuck Barabas. Choose our side.

You're black, but your heart is white.

Shut up, mate. You talk too much.

Junes and Volt had to be there on time, though.

Or some other guy with the same code would drive off with our load.

And then we'd be fucked.

Ready? -I'm waiting for the codes.

It won't be long now.

Like this, man. Charge.

We've got the first code.

Can I see your code, please?

Here you go, sir. The code.

Thanks, boss.

Fuck. -What?

The servers are lagging. -What does that mean?

They're not updating the codes. -What does that mean?

The connection's bad. We need to get over there.

What's happening? -If we don't go now, we have nothing.

We need to get over there.

You two stay here.

Sicaro, you stay with them.

Pizza boy, let's go. -I'll keep you posted.

Come on, get going.

Where's that code?

I don't get it. -What's happening?

Stay calm. -I need to concentrate.

Fuck. -What?

What? -I need power.

Power? -My computer's out of power.

You're kidding me.

Fuck, power?

The bonnet. Open up the bonnet.

What? -Do you have jump leads?

The battery's in the back. It's here.

Hold this. -Are you serious?

Give me that plug. -Here.

Where is that fucking code?

Come on, faster.

Get me the transceiver. -Where is it?

The thing with the antenna. -Passenger's side.

Okay, we're back online. -Stay calm.

Higher up.

Can you stand out any more? -Do you want the codes or not?

Take it easy. -Okay, higher.

Hey, come and have a look.

Okay. -We're being fucked in the ass.

That guy is looking our way. -What can I do?

I swear. -Don't rush me.

He's on the phone. -Not now, I'm busy. Cut it out.

Almost.

Fuck, I knew this was gonna be a mess.

Relax, man. Next week we'll be in Bali.

On the beach, with a fucking mill. It's gonna be okay.

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

Just a little longer. Stall them.

Hey, we're watching the football.

Antwerp versus Beerschot.

Just a friendly.

It's gonna be okay.

Damn it, the cops are here.

What are you doing? -We're on it.

Hurry up. And get in. -Five seconds.

Get in. -Four, three...

The cops are here. -Two, one.

Go. Get in.

The code. -Told you so. We're gonna cash in.

Let's go.

Okay. -Drive.

Okay. -You're sick.

I've never seen a chick like this. What the fuck is this?

Is there anything you can't do? -Let me drive.

Can you sing? -They're coming.

What the fuck? Is she crazy?

They're coming.

Where are they?

Check the mirror. -They're back.

Run. Get out of here.

This is sick. -Son of a bitch.

From now on, you're my driver.

No. Say it isn't so.

Hello.

Ah, Pizza.

You keep surprising me.

Or should I congratulate you? Quite the talent.

We did it.

We have the codes. -I know, your friends told me.

It's working out.

I'm freaking out.

No, no, no.

Go ahead, answer.

The container's on another truck.

He drove off with it. -Use your PGP.

What do I do? -We had a deal.

Fucking idiot.

We're gonna fix this.

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

Another truck drove off with the load.

Someone else has the load?

Are you fucking with me?

A simple communication problem.

We need to go after it, now.

We need to go. And you're coming with us. Let's go.

I'm sorry, Barabas...

but I can't let you take them.

Evita, this is none of your business. Let us through.

Everything that happens here, is my business.

You know who I work for?

Those kids ripped off my boss, so they're coming with me.

Barabas, if I allow this, my business is fucked...

because I can't guarantee people's safety from guys like you.

So, that's not happening.

I suggest you let go of them and leave my B&B.

I have a lot of respect for you, but you need to make an exception.

Think carefully about your next step.

And about the consequences.

To the back.

Come with us, now. Go, go, go.

Go, go.

I'm gonna destroy you.

Stay low.

Now.

Martin... No, no.

Don't. Martin...

Wait.

Come on. Now.

Come this way.

What the fuck is this?

Shit.

Adamo.

Diego.

Follow me.

In here. This way.

Here, take this.

Wait. Let's go.

Go, now. Stay low.

Adamo.

Adamo.

You okay?

Get up. Get up, I said. -I don't speak French.

You don't speak French? But you understand this?

Let's go.

Let's go.

What's the matter, bro? -I'm not your bro.

This way.

Come on, inside.

Come on, get in.

Answer it. Put it on speakerphone.

Hey, brother. Where are you?

Yo, we're on the N70 towards Beveren.

Tell him to box him in. -How?

Box him in.

Box him in. -Say what?

Don't think, just do it. -How do I do that? I'm driving a truck.

Otherwise we die.

Box him in...

Where is he?

We're on the N70. -Check the cameras.

The N70. Let's go.

One with and one without. -We've got them.

Keep me posted. Lize, call Jana.

JC, let's go. You wanted in on all the action.

Don't hesitate, go for it. Go. -Let's go.

Junes, what are you doing?

Stop the truck. -Are you crazy?

Stop.

No, stop.

Do you want to die or what? -Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Yo, get out. There are gangsters coming after you.

I don't understand. Gangsters are coming. Gangsters.

Get out. The gangsters are coming.

Stop the truck. -Go away.

Stop the truck.

Get out, man. They're going to shoot.

There they are.

Okay, stop and reverse.

We're gonna get them.

Stop the fucking truck.

Get out. Get out.

Hey, mate. -Go.

Come with me.

Hurry up.

Is this your Barba-bitch?

Where's the kid? Where's Ahmed, paedophile?

Shut up, whore.

Brother, how often have we eaten together?

Let us go. -Shut up.

Fuck, the cops are here.

Come on.

There are cops behind us.

Fuck. JC, God damn it.

JC got hit. Send back-up.

Everybody, get in. -Let's go.

Inside. -Hurry.

JC, JC. Answer me.

My shoulder. -It's okay.

Stay calm. Easy. -Damn it, they got away.

A black Vito towards Haasdonk.

That bastard shot me.

Shut your mouth.

Take it easy. -Mum, I love you.

I'm sorry I'm making you sad, Mum.

Take care. -Yes.

Everything was going so well.

So...

How come we've ended up in the same situation again?

I wanted to protect you. -Protect us? Think you're a superhero?

And you, Papadoudou... You traitor. Whore.

Whore?

Why are you angry with him? You should want to destroy him.

Hasn't he told you about Ahmed? -What?

I heard you were close with that kid. -Where is he?

Where is he?

How can we be partners if you screw your own friends?

Fucking asshole.

I'll tell you.

I'm afraid little Ahmed has been eaten by little fish.

Because of him here. -No.

Use your toy.

Are you with us or against us?

I didn't kill anyone.

Do you believe him? -I swear. I didn't do it, bro.

He's laughing in your face. -Adamo...

Don't trust him.

Come on, I thought you were a real gangster?

Shoot.

All right, give me that.

You're lucky, pal.

You can go.

You're a good boy. I knew it.

If Ahmed had shot my aunt, I'd be furious too.

You didn't know that either?

Not too smart of you.

I tried to help that kid.

Barabas. -Yes, boss.

Make an example of the Moroccans. The blonde one we can use.

Wait. Wait, please.

We've waited long enough. -I know how to get that shit back.

And lots more.

The coup of the century. I swear on my parents' graves.

Massimo, go ahead.

No, no.

Please. -No, no.

Please. -Stop. No.

No, no, don't do it.

Adamo.

Wait, ten tonnes. Mate.

Ten tonnes? -Ten tonnes.

If you kill us, you have less than nothing.

I swear, I need all those guys.

Bullshit.

Let him talk. -Boss, he's full of shit.

I wanna hear what that dick has to say.

Where does all the coke go to before it's destroyed?

The customs depot. -The customs depot, yeah.

They're too slow. They can't destroy all that coke.

Right now, there's safely ten tonnes for grabs.

I know how to get in there.

I have an in. I've been planning this for over a year.

On a fucking platter, 200 million.

I want to hear that plan.

No problem.

Operation Himalaya.

I'd been working on it for a long time. This would be my climax.

The amount of coke seized far exceeded disposal capacity.

The waste disposal plant couldn't handle more than 1,000 kilos per day.

Way too little for those hundreds of tonnes.

So, they had a gigantic mountain. A fucking Mount Everest of coke.

This is real, I swear. Look it up.

Trackers in a shipment showed me the way.

I had done my homework.

We didn't order any pizza.

Number 52? -Turn around and straight ahead.

Apologies. Goodnight. -You too.

Transport is very secure, but the depot itself...

The same crew had been there for ages and their guns were from the 1990s.

This is a nightmare for law enforcement and the government.

And yet nothing is done about it.

That's a very good plan.

I just have one question.

If it's so great, why haven't you done it yet?

You have to shoot your way in and I don't want blood on my hands.

Some ideas should never be implemented.

Poor boy, he's afraid to shoot.

Ibrahim knows about the plan, so you'll have to hurry.

Massimo. -Wait. No, no, no.

Do you know how many chances we've given you?

Not one, not two... -Please.

Not three, but four.

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

Hey... Wet Willy.

Okay, kids, we're all in this together. Massimo, go ahead.

Here, boy.

Have a snort.

My dear...

Yes.

Your turn. Come on, brother.

Snort.

I'd say it's time to snort.

I'm afraid I have to agree with him.

Hey, brother.

There you go.

Einstein.

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

Get the girl, in case he needs some extra motivation.

All right.

If your masterplan fails, all your friends die.

Get up, brother.

Oh.

Yikes, that's disgusting.

Here.

I'm gonna kill you, bitch.

Where the fuck is he?

Wait. Now is not the time.

Sure, wait until you're dead. Just do it. Let's go.

Come on, listen. Listen to me, okay?

And then Bruce Lee. Bruce fucking Lee. You can do it.

Destroy everything.

Whoa, he can see us. -What the fuck are you saying, man?

Volt, buddy...

forgive me.

The devil got to me.

But you know how dirty this game is.

Everybody needs to eat.

Volt, forgive him. He has a good heart.

Fuck that guy. No mercy.

Forgive me.

Do as I say or I'll call the cops. Stop.

How many are they? -You don't stand a chance.

Grab your mobile.

Tell them you're here and you need help.

Done.

Fuck, Xenna needs us.

You two, stay here. Let's go.

Your moment has come. This is why you're here.

Wait for my signal. Just wait.

Wait, wait.

Now.

Femke, move aside.

Einstein.

Thanks, bro. -No.

Bang. Move.

What the fuck?

Yo, help us.

Junes, grab it.

Ninja.

Junes.

No, no.

Thanks.

Let's go.

Come on, quick.

Badia, you here?

Little bastards, are you hyper now?

What the fuck?

Surprise, motherfucker.

You fucking rat.

Yeah, I'm a rat.

I'm a fucking snitch. I'm an opportunist.

Sometimes I stab someone in the back.

But I always win.

Don't forget that, fucking Barabas.

Operation Himalaya, baby.

How is Operation Himalaya going?

It's complex shit. I need more time.

You want to wait until I'm menopausal? Until my breasts are drooping?

We need to climb the Himalaya now, bro. -This needs careful preparation.

The clock's ticking. We need to eat. Otherwise, we get fucking hungry.

Aunt Mounja and Ibrahim were obsessed.

The depot heist could make them the biggest drug lords in Northern Europe.

They had to instigate Operation Himalaya.

We need to get Ibrahim on our side. He needs to know who killed Mounja.

How? -Barabas made a video.

On his PGP? -Can you hack it?

No, we locked it and threw away the key. -Fuck.

There's a way. We can infect his device via Adamo's.

So you can do it? -With spyware?

Spyware. -What are you doing? Back to work.

Now. He has to click it for it to work.

He's paranoid. He wants to know what I'm doing. He'll click it.

Hey. What are we doing here?

Nothing, it's just work.

Don't jerk me around, mate.

We sent Barabas a picture of what we were doing. And bam, he clicked it.

That's how we got inside his PGP.

We could see and read everything.

We could even check his location.

What are you doing? -We're on it.

Hurry up. -Send Ibrahim the video.

Do it now.

I sent it. -Good.

Boss, we're working on Himalaya.

Keep me posted. If they cross us, shoot 'm up.

Okay, guys, Operation Himalaya is on.

Barabas is coming and we're going to fuck him.

I want to see bullets flying, but don't shoot the customs officers. Let's go.

I love the mountains. But if you want to get to the top...

you need to know your way around.

Oh, a bullet.

Ibrahim is not so smart.

A loyal soldier. Thanks for stepping up.

From now on, win for life.

And don't forget: I always win.

I was in the mood for some action again.

Three, two, one.

Die, bitch.

What are you, fucking Snow White?

Don't kill him.

Leave some for me, okay?

Barabitch.

Fucking hell.

Shit.

How do you like that Barabas now?

Get out of here with that bitch ass fag.

I wish I could turn back the clock.

Start over.

I don't want a black soul.

Well done, boy. Well done, Adamo.

You wanted to change.

You had almost made it.

Just 15%.

My ass.

You're a con man.

You dragged your own mates into this.

Loser.

Is this it? Is this all you are?

A motherfucking gangsta?

I'm sorry.

I bear witness that there is only one God and that Muhammad is His messenger.

May God protect your soul.

This means war.

Shingles is bad for your heart. So you should avoid stress.

Adamo?

What the fuck?

Adamo?

GANGSTAS WILL BE BACK