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If a member of a motorcycle gang violates their code of honor,

he'll be placed in "Bad Standing." He'll be extorted and severely beaten.

It's the most humiliating punishment you can receive.

We are on our way. Three more minutes. Over.

Attention, all units. Tango on site.

Tango exiting the vehicle.

Hospital clear?

Can, what the fuck happened?

What the fuck happened?

What the fuck happened?

She was riding your fucking bike.

You taught her how to ride. You...

-It's your fault. -Can… Let him say goodbye.

What the fuck was she doing on my bike?

My sister and Daisy were arguing about cleaning the trailer or something.

Hey, Dais. Hey, baby. Daddy is here.

Daisy.

Spike, Suga is back.

Come with me. I want to show you something.

An idea from Matties and your brother-in-law.

We had to pay the guards a little extra.

Okay. You've got two minutes.

For Daisy.

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

DAY OF THE VERDICT

Hey, Suga.

Good morning.

Your schedule for the week.

And the mail.

Come on, man.

Fuck.

God damn it.

Yes.

Take your time.

-I had a pressing matter. -Did you pick up the package?

Our mule is picking it up right now.

Hey.

Dimitri?

Hey.

One second.

-Hello? -What the fuck is going on?

Ray? What the fuck is happening?

Damn.

Shit.

Fuck.

I spy with my little eye something that is...

Yellow.

-The license plate on the van? -No.

The candy in your mouth?

Yes.

Sweet tooth.

Tell your teacher that there wasn't a parking spot, okay?

Yes?

-Holy fuck. -You can't say that.

Auntie Lynn can say anything.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. Come on, go inside.

Tell me. Where do I need to go?

How much is in the pool?

Almost 5,000.

-What do they bet on? -Five years to life.

Most bets are on ten years.

I can't get Ray on the phone anymore.

Has it crossed the border?

Has it been stolen?

I don't know.

I don't know what that dick is doing out there.

I'm going to try to call him again.

-Hey. -Hey.

It's here. In the back.

-How do we know about this place? -Anonymous tip.

Do we know who runs this operation?

Did you have breakfast?

Two in the chest, one in the head.

Professionals.

-Crystal meth. -No less than 3,000 kilos.

We found a journal in the lab.

But everything was snatched before the courier could pick it up.

Do you want me to set up a press conference?

No, we'll keep it quiet.

Let's see who starts panicking.

-Why didn't you pick up the phone? -I'm freaking out here.

Was the stash sent out?

The whole fucking warehouse is filled with cops.

Jesus. Fucking shit.

Stop all communication. Police will tap the lines.

-Goddamn. -Fuck!

Melis.

Is this a joke?

You look like we're going to another funeral.

Yes. That's basically what it is, isn't it?

How's my sister?

And you?

I'm here for you.

Uncle Mars isn't going anywhere.

-New? -No, it belonged to Daisy.

-Are you ready? -Yes.

What was so important? The case of your life is about to start.

We have a problem.

Mom, sit still for a second.

Hey.

Hi, darling.

Syl, isn't Frankie a little too young for this?

What was I supposed to do, leave him in the car with a window open?

That's sick.

Go sit with Daddy.

Our Irish friends are wondering where their meth is.

-I'm working on it. -It should have been there by now.

Be careful with that tone.

The court.

You may sit down.

Madam President.

First on the list is the verdict against the suspects

in the triple murder on members of motorcycle club Dogs of Death MC.

Wayne Tevreden...

Michael Weerts...

Lucebert de Weerman...

And the attempted murder of Jimmy Kaipatty.

For this case, the suspects and their legal representatives are present.

The court has reached the following verdicts.

Mr. Roeland Adriaan Andries Van Leer

is sentenced to six years in prison,

minus time spent in pretrial detention, for complicity in manslaughter.

Mr. Casper der Jaren is sentenced to six years in prison,

minus time spent in pretrial detention, for complicity in manslaughter.

Mr. Leonard Spijkers is sentenced to eight years in prison,

minus time spent in pretrial detention,

for complicity in manslaughter and incitement to violence.

Finally, Mr. Sander Zoeteman,

the President of motorbike club Devil's Drifters MC.

Although it is claimed that Mr. Zoeteman wasn't just

an accomplice, but also ordered the murders,

the court considers the prosecution's evidence inadequate, to put it mildly.

Silence in the courtroom.

And we just heard that the crown witness

has withdrawn his testimony against Mr. Zoeteman.

-What? -Yes, I just heard it now.

So, although Mr. Zoeteman appears to have been involved in the murders,

the court must conclude

that the charges are not legally proven.

Therefore, Sander Zoeteman is acquitted.

Fuck yeah, Dad.

Lynn?

Unbelievable.

What happened? Why did he back down?

I don't know.

He no longer stands by his statement.

That's not possible. I believe him.

He saw Suga carrying a jerrican.

I mean...

Your nose.

Fuck.

I'll let him come back.

To convince him to testify again.

It will be fine, Lynn. We'll get him.

Hey. Anything I need to know?

Like what?

The guys said you got to that witness.

That you may have spoken to that chick from the DA's office.

What are you talking about?

You think I made a deal?

Do you believe that?

-That I would talk to that bitch? -No.

No. Of course not.

Spike. You're in here. I'm taking you with me. For real.

I'll always have your back.

Hang in there.

You're just as untouchable as you are innocent.

Whatever I am, I'm not vengeful.

Three of my men are dead and you're not vengeful?

I lost something.

Is there a finder's reward?

If I find out you have my meth...

He's crazy.

Now, fuck off before your family has to organize another funeral.

Welcome back, Prez.

Four wheels carry your body, two carry your soul.

WE GOT HIM!!

Oh, Daisy, my sweet girl.

I miss you so much.

Fuck.

WELCOME HOME

Here you are.

Eat your dinner, honey.

Can we leave early tomorrow?

Yes, of course.

Yes.

There's something I need to do.

Grab a dessert when you're finished.

Hey.

Is Dad here yet?

No, honey.

Not yet.

Prez, they want to see you jump.

Later, Mars.

Suga. Suddenly, you're free again.

I'm innocent. The judge has spoken.

And some people think the Earth is flat.

-What are you implying? -Nothing.

You think I ratted to a pig?

What kind of bullshit is this?

He doesn't mean anything by it.

Only that the meth is gone...

-And so you want to blame Suga? -No.

-Throw him under the bus? -Nobody wanted that shit.

I'm fed up with this shit.

-Matties. -Suga is our president.

Yes?

He and Spike founded this club.

He gave us a home.

When nobody wanted us, Suga was there for us.

I owe him everything I have. And so do you.

Idiot.

Hey.

I'm not in the mood, Sug.

Come here.

You stink like a monkey.

I'm sorry.

You're barely out of jail and you already let your daughter down.

I'm used to it, but...

Come on.

You're right.

Sorry.

Hey.

Yes. Go see her.

She's waiting for you.

Hey, honey. Hey, sweetie.

I missed you so much, Dad.

I missed you too, honey.

Mama thinks it'll protect me.

Okay.

Why are you so fucking late, Dad?

-Go to sleep, honey. -Wait.

Here. Daisy's journal. You should read it.

Read it. But only you. Mom can't.

Promise me.

Okay, I promise.

Come on, lie down, honey.

There you go.

I'll stay with you for a while, okay?

-Good night, honey. -Good night, Dad.

Noor?

Tomorrow morning, we'll be hearing the witness again.

9:00 a.m. See you then.

Yo.

I borrowed it. Thanks.

No training wheels?

Thanks for taking care of my girls while I was gone.

I owe you big time. What you did for me...

That's what family is for.

See you tomorrow.

What's that?

Daisy's diary.

Melis wants me to read it. She wants to punish me for not being here.

To rub it in. As kids do.

Right.

Good night.

Mars.

You were there that day, right?

-Yes. -What happened exactly?

It was the day I arrived here with all my stuff.

Eef and I just broke up.

Don't sneak into my van, Mom. Stay away from my stuff. Just fuck off.

-You need to get out of here. Come on. -No. Why?

Keep this safe for me. Don't let Mom read it.

I'll be back, okay?

Hey, Dais. God damn it, Daisy. Hey.

Daisy.

Dais.

Sug... Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry. I should have come straight to you.

Yes.

I missed you so fucking hard.

Do you think about her often?

Sorry, Can.

Just let me be. I'm tired.

Tired? I took care of everything here.

I went through hell in that hospital. I tried everything.

But it wasn't enough.

It was too late for my little girl.

Your little girl? She was my little girl too, Can.

Where were you?

Mr. Zoeteman?

Hi, old wanker.

Sorry, I really have no idea where he got this.

I'm back, Dad.

When he saw on TV yesterday that you got out, he was so happy.

"My son is innocent."

That was a good day. He has them sometimes.

Right, Mr. Zoeteman?

Hey, Dad.

Lots of love from Melissa and Candy.

I'll bring them next time. Maybe that will trigger his memories.

I'll leave you two alone.

Sander.

Yes.

-Kerwin, speak to me. -We have visitors. Important visitors.

I'm on my way.

Hurry. Just come quickly.

Sug...

Look, look.

-Why are you laughing? -Come on.

-Hey. -Yo.

-I need you. -What's up?

Ray is a fucking rat.

He talked to the Irish without checking with me.

Yes. He lied to my face. He has the meth. I'm sure.

Come with me. Put on some clothes.

-Hey, Syl. -Hey.

-He'll be back before dessert. -Fine.

Wave to Daddy. He'll be back in no time.

Daisy?

Matties.

Fuck!

Fuck!

-What? -They killed Matties.

-What? -They killed Matties.

They were after me, but they shot him instead.

-Who did it? -Those fucking Dogs.

This means war.

-All of those fucking Dogs will die. -Hey, calm down.

-Take a breath and think. -Horse is right.

Things are too hot right now. Because of the meth, your acquittal.

Right, Ray. The meth. Where did you hide the fucking meth?

What? Fuck you. I don't have the fucking meth.

-No? -No.

-Did you make a deal with the Irish? -Me?

-To kick me out? -That's enough.

Hey!

Who's the fucking Prez here?

Well?

-You or me? -Suga!

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

What?

What?

Motherfucker.

You've made a mess since Daisy left.

You are fucking up this club.

That's not what a leader does.

You're out of line.

You insisted on us dealing fucking crystal meth.

And now everything is ruined.

Everything.

We have the fucking Irish breathing down our necks.

What are you trying to say? Well?

-Say it, motherfucker. -Yes, I did.

-I talked to the Irish. -Filthy motherfucker.

The Irish are okay with this club.

If we, all of us, solve the Suga problem.

I suggest we take a vote.

This is my club.

-Everyone here... -This is my club.

...who wants Suga out of the club, raise your claw.

No.

No.

No.

Hand in your colors.

Black out all your tattoos.

You will be fined €100,000.

I am the Prez!

No.

Phallus is the vice. Because Matties is no longer there.

Marcel.

And what are you going to do?