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Welcome to the Operations Unit
of the state police.

This is where Bob's plan starts.

He asked Vic, Franky and me
to get Gantois in trouble.

To silence the Commander if need be,
as the American had crazy plans.

He had a deal with businessman
and arms dealer Bruno Vleminckx.

The forces of Freedom in Nicaragua
need to regain power.

With fine Belgian weapons.
Provided by our friend Bruno here.

Vleminckx was going to provide weapons
for the Contras in Nicaragua,

the rebels fighting the communist regime.

They would pay in drugs,

and the CDI, that's us, would sell them
to get Vleminckx his money.

Why enlist criminals
if the state police can do it themselves?

And Gantois, he thought
he was the state police's next big star.

That's correct. 1.5 million.

Sign this, please, Commander.

Personal guarantee.

That was one.

1,500,000 Belgian francs

No smoking, I said. Move.

And?

He's nowhere to be seen.

And the money?

Right, we're only going to show the money.

When our contact has seen the money,
he'll tell us where to find the drugs

and we'll agree on where we'll swap
the drugs and the money, alright?

And then we arrest everyone.

This is a true story.

But eighties cops are not really known
for their reliability.

So, as true as possible.

There.

Is that him?

Yes, that's him. Jan, let's go.

Paul's going.
- Who, me?

Yes, you.
- Forget it, Jan's going.

Paul is going.

He's as credible as our pious Queen.
- Denil, rank.

I'm sorry. Goddamn, deputy chief.

Jan's going,
as agreed at the briefing with Bob.

That black guy can kiss my ass, alright?

You know, Denil...

I'm starting to think
you fancy black dick.

But here I am the highest in rank
and I decide. Paul is going.

Go on, go.

I was supposed to take the heat.

The next step in Bob's plan

was for me to accidentally
hand the money to the informer,

so Gantois would lose his money
and would desperately try to pay it back.

Felix and Paul weren't in on this.

Our plan was about to fall to pieces.

What's that?

Where's Paul? Where's Paul?

What's that idiot doing? What's that bag?

We'll follow that guy.

By sending Paul, the deputy executed our
plan without making us look suspicious.

State police: If you want things
to go wrong, listen to your chief.

He's already handed me the drugs.
- Put that back. Where is the money?

Where is the money?

You moron.

And that was two.

Because of our good friend Felix,

Commander Gantois now owed
Operations 1.5 million Belgian francs.

And the money?

That would go to the CIA.

And to us.

You bunch of incompetent amateurs.

Five.

You were five. Five.

And still he gets away.

How is that possible? Tell me.

Officer Misotten let go of the money.
That shouldn't have happened.

Officer Misotten
never should've handled the money.

It was incitement,
pure and simple. That's illegal.

That's what they do in America,
deputy sergeant.

You know how I feel about that black guy
and his shitty American ways.

Are you going to question every operation?
Is that OK, Commander?

I'm not going down for this, Commander.

Forget it.

Watch it.

Felix...
- Forget it.

Deputy.
- Get lost.

Right. The informer.

We went to his address but apparently
he stopped paying his rent,

so I think he's done a runner.
- You think.

That's my money.
I gave my personal guarantee, Barbier.

Well, I think he's taken it with him.
- Goddamn.

Yes, it's me again.
I really need to speak Bob Eastman.

It's urgent.

Listen to me. Tell him
that it's Alain Gantois from the CDI.

Then where is he?

Listen... You need to find him.

It's like the Bay of Pigs over here.

Bob told me. He trained the rebels
and they were all ready to invade Cuba,

but it all turned
into a fucking shithouse and clusterfuck

because president Kennedy
refused air support.

And Bob promised me
he would always give me air support.

And I need air support now.

Guillermo. Come in.
- Hey, Linda. How are you?

Everything fine?
- Come in.

Cathy...

Cathy, Jan's here.

Thank you, Linda.

Ready?
- Almost.

Not bad for a communist.
- I'm still redistributing wealth.

And Linda gets the house.

Great idea. I'll tell my father.

A quick shoe change and we're off.
- OK. Hurry up.

Jan?

Mrs Serclaes... Long time no see.

All well?
- Yes.

Catherine told me she bumped into you.
How are you doing?

Excellent. Couldn't be better.
- That's good. And your mother?

What about her?
- She's coming to Belgium.

Is she?
- Yes. We write on a regular basis.

Come in for a sec,
Jacques will be delighted to see you again.

We're off, mum.
- Five minutes.

For dessert.

Thank you, Linda.
- Bon appétit.

Bon appétit.

And how's Louise?

It's been a while since we talked.

Italy's not close by of course.
- No, that's right.

It's not that far, is it?

Compared to Africa.

The whole family's been in Africa.
Guy, Jan, Laurence...

Africa, really? How was that?
- The best time of my life, ma'am.

Right.

We're off?
- Yes, please.

So you're working for that new department.

What's it called?

CDI?

That's right.

With some American?
That's what Cathy told me.

Does he know how Belgium works?
- Stop it.

What do you mean?
- Does he know our procedures?

I haven't seen any paperwork
from the CDI yet.

Or they ignore the rules
or you're all twiddling your thumbs.

The CDI is dealing with big cases, sir.
It takes some time to crack those.

The BOB's got a drugs unit, hasn't it?

I work with them for big cases.

If the BOB handles that,
why does the state police need the CDI?

Maybe they doubt the BOB's work.

Thank you for the delicious dessert.

Say hello to my dad.

Jan...

Why did you tell him
about the CDI and Bob?

I only asked
if he knew that American, that's all.

Why? For your article?

An American with the state police.
That's news to my readers.

Your readers, right.
- What about them?

He's just an adviser, OK?
- Come on, Jan.

Getting an American in
just for some advice?

They might just as well get a handbook.

So that's why you want to hang out with me.
- No.

For the sex.

And then question me.
- Come on, let's go for a drink.

I'm going home.

Jan...

Come on. Don't be ridiculous.

No, I'm not doing it.
Stop it. What is this about?

Jan...

Gran.

Guy told me you're with the drugs squad.

Do you think that's wise?
- Don't you worry, gran, OK?

Are you still using drugs?

Gran, I'm tested weekly, I'm always clean.

OK?

He'd better put your mind at ease.

Just don't do crazy things
that get you into trouble again.

I'm never doing crazy things.

Come on.

OK?

Gran, come on.

I'll get us a drink.

Hey, Casanova, are you ready?
- Hey. Want to listen?

Fine.

And?
- Yeah. Nice. Very nice.

All right.

Got it.
- OK, get dressed and we're off.

Get dressed, me? You, right?

What's that tape for?
- None of your business.

OK, thanks.
I hope they let you in in those rags.

They will.
- Come on.

You're off?
- To the pub.

Mark...
- To the pub?

I'll take good care of him. I promise.

Let's go, Mark.

So... You already knew
mum's coming to Belgium.

Yes.

We write.
- You, you write?

I know how to write.
- OK, fine.

Does the Major know?
- That I know how to write? Yes.

Mark, that mum's coming.

What do you write about?
- Stuff.

There's nothing to tell, is there?

You don't want me writing our mum.
- She abandoned us, OK?

You abandoned me.

You left, on a holiday. For a long time.

And you remained my brother.

Mark, that's different.
- Is it? Why?

Drop it. Let it go, OK?
We're going to have fun, OK?

Did you put on your dancing shoes?
- Sure did.

That's my boy. Let's go.

Let's go. Let me do the talking.

Good evening.
- Good evening, gents.

Members?

No.

Members only, sorry.

I was here a while ago, with Vic Barbier.
- He's a member, that's right.

So?

Members can bring guests.
I'll let you in if Vic shows up.

Hold on.

I'm a member of this club. Franky Denil,
Vic Barbier are close friends.

You're still not a member.
- I want to be one. Where do I sign up?

Marcello isn't in tonight.
You're not getting in.

Is it because he's different?
- No.

Members only.
- What shit club is this?

Let's go.
- Where to?

Club X.

100 francs.

Magnus.
- Hi.

I know him.

Peter.

Cheers, Mark.

Gran?

His weird music, they seem to like it here.
But it wasn't really for me.

But she, on the other hand...

Sorry, ladies.

All right, I hear you thinking:
He got quickly over Cathy.

But at least, she didn't ask
difficult questions about the American.

Your American friend didn't take it,
did he? To have a party in New York?

Don't worry.

Our operation is just
a bit behind schedule.

Just hand it in, before someone nicks it.

Don't worry.

The money is safe.
We'll keep it till the end.

A drink?

Is this the last one?
- Not yet.

Until your system's clean?

Hold on.

What's that?
- There.

Buy something nice.
- Jan...

Paul, really...

For your trouble, alright? Cheers.

Jan...

I can't get through to Bob for advice.

Bummer.
- So, the money...

I...

We'll have to cough it up.

Suggestions?

Anyone? How we can...?

Easy-peasy.

We've got stuff
and there's a market for it.

You want to sell the drugs.

So now we're selling drugs as well?
Great idea. Super.

Wasn't this the plan?
Or did I misunderstand, Commander?

We get our money back and catch a big fish.
Isn't that what you want?

Get the CDI known.

We are cops, Denil, we don't sell drugs.

Tell him, Commander.

Commander, please.
- Do you have a better idea?

So...

If we sell it,
we'll get all our money back?

We had it tested of course.

It's already been cut five or six times.
There's chalk in it...

aspirin, washing-powder...

What superintendent Barbier means is:
it's worthless crap.

We won't be able to shift it,
not even for free.

You said it would get us our money back.
- That's still possible.

But we'll have to improvise.

Who'd have guessed.

Explain.

We'll buy quality coke,
have our buyers test that

and they'll think the crap is top.
- That's cheating.

Is this the boy scouts?

If that gets out...
- If we all shut up, there's no risk.

No?

Officer, do you think...

Can you get us some quality coke?

No problem at all.

If the Major finds out...

I won't tell him.

OK. Fix it.
- No, Commander, please...

It's decided.
- Commander...

I'll need some money.
You don't expect me to pay for this, right?

How much?

5,000 francs.

How much?

You want quality, Commander.
I don't have a go-to dealer, do I?

And it's only a small investment
to get that 1.5 million back, isn't it?

Right.

That's not enough, Commander.
- No, it's not. Chip in.

Come again?
- Everybody chips in. That's an order.

I thought the CDI did without orders.
- Barbier...

I must have misunderstood.

That's 500 short.
- Right. Him.

Forget it.

No way.

I gave you an order.
- Forget it.

That's insubordination.
- Shut up.

Chip in. Deputy...
- No.

Felix, give it.
- Alain, have you gone mad?

Give it. Felix... Got it.

Chip in, I said.

Everybody chips in. You chip in, everybody.
500, that makes 5,000.

Don't make me regret this.

You won't, Commander.

And that was three. Commander Gantois
had soiled his hands even more.

Everyone, even
deputy chief Felix Vroman, like it or not.

And I... I had some extra pocket money.

I'm innocent, let go off me.

Let me out.
- Shut up, loser. Put a sock in it.

Let me out.

Misotten, prepare the paperwork, will you?

Deputy chief... Deputy...

What are you doing here after hours?
That's a bit unusual.

Do you know him?

What did he do?

That's the jerk you couldn't find,
the dealer outside my nephews' school.

Can't he help us out?

Help us out? How?

With my order.
I have to buy drugs, he's a dealer...

Officer... I'm not letting you buy drugs
from a detainee, with my money.

No, you're dreaming. This one is mine.

Come on, you ugly mug,
we're going to have a chat.

Get in.

That's for personal use.
- Right. Suck my dick.

Don't you be the wise guy.

Or don't you understand it's better...

you don't talk shit, cloggie?

As I said, it's for personal use.

Don't you lie to me, asshole.
You were dealing, we have witnesses.

Deputy...
- What?

Are you following protocol?
- That's rich, coming from you.

Listen, you decide. You stay and shut up
or you get lost, alright?

Fine.

OK, my friend.

Where's the rest?
- What?

Your stash.

There is no stash, nowhere.

Tell me, asshole, tell me.

Or do you want a taste of my fist, cloggie?

Where are your drugs?
- Hold on, officer, not like that.

Always make sure
you don't leave any marks. Like this.

Got it? Go ahead.

Where are those drugs?
And don't take the mick.

You're a quick learner, officer.

Where are the drugs?

At my place.
- Where at your place?

In the kitchen.

Where in the kitchen?

What?

Tell us.

Tell us.

With the food.

Well done, officer, well done.
I'll take it from here.

We'll find that stuff
in his kitchen tomorrow morning.

But first... a search warrant, my friend.

Let's get you a cell.

Well done, officer.

Hello?

It's fine.

Eli sends me.

I've got some excellent news.
- Really?

What was all that about earlier?
- I was helping you.

Helping me?
- Yeah. The stuff is gone.

They won't find anything.
- That loon will think I lied.

Just say you were scared, you didn't want
another beating and you lied.

So I'm fucked either way.

No. Felix wants to score,
a gendarme wants to show off, so...

hand him a bigger fish.

Who?

How should I know?
Don't you know a big dealer?

Listen... I'm not a snitch, OK?

Listen, Felix hates you for dealing
outside his nephews' school.

You want my advice? A bigger fish.

Your choice, Eli.

Alright. Alright. Fine.

And my snort?

I need that for work, I need to keep it.

For work...

Bullshit.

It's not the first time I save your ass.

Eli, that snort...

That's good stuff, right?
- Are you taking the piss? Get lost.

What?

Have you got some meat and chocolate?

I want to make pirozhki.

Chocolate and meat, yummy.

And also give me some cabbage and eggs.

Franky, if the Russians invade,
will you serve them pirozhki?

They'll soon be dead.

Counter lady in a department store,
wouldn't that be your thing?

Testing perfumes
with your female colleagues.

Have a look at yourself.

I don't like fags.

And certainly not police fags.

No fagskis, Franky?

Because I had the impression...

Homo. Homo.
- Stop it, there's a car.

Visual.

Visual.

Goddamn.

Let's go, fag.
We're going to make some money.

You got the stuff?
- We have, sweetie.

Can I test it?

Nervous, boy?

Nice stuff.

Oké.

Show us the money.

Come on.

OK... Leave before it's too late.

We are gendarmes.

Gendarmes?

Kiss my ass.

Throw it.

Hands up. Up.

Go on.

Franky...

What were you going to tell if he'd lived?
That we were dealing coke?

You and your big mouth.

Goddamn, they fooled us.
- Fuck.

Listen to me.

Remember what we said at Marcellino's?
We'd have each other's back. Right?

Jan? Nothing wrong has happened here.

Nothing wrong, OK? OK?

You're in?

Fagski...

I looked like it wasn't the first time
Vic and Franky shot someone.

I don't think
they'll lose their sleep over it.

Maybe Bob's plan wasn't for me.

Selling drugs, making money, fine.

But killing people?

I'm already late.
- You were shot at.

Hunting for news?

What's this?
- What?

I'm not here to pry,
I'm here because I'm worried.

There's no need for that.

No need?

Fine. That's clear.

I have to go. I'll see you later.

What happened?

What did you hear?

That they had weapons
and you had to shoot them.

So everything's lost? The drugs, the money?

Attention. Colonel Verpoest.

Captain-Commander Gantois...

At your service, Colonel.

At ease.

A new standard in policing.

A top team in the forward line
of the state police's squad.

A scourge
for the international drugs trade.

Your words, Commander.

Remember, last year,
at the national holiday's parade?

The CDI's results, three weeks in?

Two dead gangsters
and 1.5 million Belgian francs gone.

Bob, what was that funny word you used?

Shitshow, sir.

Shitshow.

That's the word.

Shitshow.

I think it means as much
as a fucking shit situation.

Sir...

If I may...

I understand that you are upset, sir.

And I get it.

I ain't too pleased with
what's happening at the CDI either.

But it would be unfair
to blame it all on the men.

I know for a fact that
these men are both willing and able

to make this outfit a success.

What I believe we are dealing with here,
is a crisis of leadership.

No, I wasn't talking
about the Commander. God, no.

I was talking about myself.

I am the one you should blame, sir.
- And why is that?

It isn't your squad.
- I know.

But ever since I came here and...

spent some time
with the Gendarme Unit, I...

I've really grown a respect
for this fine institution.

The elite law enforcement agency
in Belgium.

The core of honour and tradition.

I remember speaking to you last year,
on your national holiday.

When the Commander and I convinced you
to give the CDI the green light.

It was at that time that I... promised you

that I would be there
to help the men on their way.

The fact is...

I was not there when I was most needed.

I failed the men.

I failed the Commander.

And I failed you.

For that I am sincerely sorry.

But sir...

I would like to ask for the opportunity
to make up for my mistake.

If you were able to give me
and the squad another chance.

And you would be more involved?

I can count on that?

Absolutely, sir.

And when the CDI gets into the newspapers,

it will be because of arrests
and not because of shootings?

You have my word.

Alright, guys.

Be very grateful Bob is here today.

Or each and every one of you
could've kissed their careers goodbye.

OK, Bob.

Make me happy.

And no more shitshow.

Attention.

You won't regret this, sir.

At ease.

Alright. Gather around.

You heard the big man.

We need results.

I expect every single one of you
to step it up.

Get out there and shake the tree.

Don't mind the little street dealers,
we want the big players.

We don't want any crumbs, we want
the goddamn bakery shop, you got it?

Yes, sir.

And gentlemen... no more fuck-ups.

Remember you owe me
and the Commander a big favour.

You got a problem with that, Felix?

Do we really have to take orders
from the black guy?

That's how it will be henceforth,
deputy chief.

Bob's order is my order.

And that kind of language, no more.

OK.

OK.

Anyone else got a problem
with the black guy?

We're all one happy pack of drug hounds?

Alright.

Bark.

I gave you an order, gentlemen. Now bark.

State police. Hands in the air.

The goddamn bakery shop.

Faster, baby brother.

Wow, you have changed.

This is not America, you brat.

I am a cop now.
- Moron.

You have to make me a member.
- I don't have to do anything.