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This one is fantastic. Real smooth action. Belgians sure know how to make firearms.

What? - Here, have a go.

We need to talk.

We need to talk, Bob.

Look, Alain.

I can't front you the money you owe Operations. I just don't have it.

You said you had my back.

That story about the Bay of Pigs, remember?

Bob, I need to pay that money back. - I know.

I know and we'll figure it out. The guys are out there. They'll find it.

Find it? What do you mean: Find it?

Look, the guys are out there looking for big-time drug dealers.

With big-time drug dealers comes big-time cash.

We catch one of them, we'll get you all the money you need.

Yeah, but how?

Bob, I still don't understand how?

LIKMA BÂLS

Vic, what are we doing here? - My boy Jan.

You said what you had to, to keep us out of trouble.

Thanks, you're a good guy. I appreciate it.

It's time to make you a member here.

Serious? - Of course I'm serious.

Rudi, everything OK? - Vic.

I'm OK and you?

I brought a buddy, Jan.

I have seen him before. Enter. - Let's check in.

This is a true story.

The boss is here. Marcello. I'm gonna have a word.

Entertain yourself.

But eighties cops are not really known for their reliability.

So, as true as possible.

I'm here to become a member.

Really? - Yes.

Nice.

Did you bring your membership fee?

It's 8,000 francs. - Eight thousand?

OK.

Nothing comes cheap here.

Who said I'm looking for cheap?

I only buy top-notch.

Nathalie, right?

I am Jan.

Pleasure to meet you.

My boy Jan. Come here a minute.

My boy Jan, je te présente Marcello. Marcello, my boy Jan.

Hello. Nice shirt.

Another cop? I have too many already.

Not a great mix. You know. - Yes, but...

It scares the others away. - We are here for you when you need us.

When they check up on you.

What's his name? - Jan Laureys. Good guy, good drinker.

Laureys? - Nathalia, vieni qui.

Franky... - What are you saying about Franky?

Franky told us you are the son of a major in the state police.

He doesn't like me. Testing for drugs, harassment.

Wait, wait. - No harassment here.

None whatsoever. Out of the question. - I get it, but...

No, out of the question. - That is not fair.

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

It's out of the question. Basta.

Ma sei cretino.

Can't you see he is a jerk?

Get out of here. I get it.

I get it. No problem. We'll get out.

Ehi, musica.

What has Franky been saying about me? - I don't know.

What did I do wrong? - Nothing.

This guy has been at me from day one. - Jan.

It has nothing to do with you.

It is Ferette.

He is a friend of your dad's.

Come on. Let's go.

Without realising it, my dad kept getting in my way.

I still wasn't a member of Marcellino's.

Let's get a sandwich.

Why did you give them my background?

It was just chitchat. I was drunk. Nathalie was asking after you.

So what about Ferette and my dad?

Ferette screwed me over.

After I screwed his wife.

He had it confirmed by colleagues.

This allowed my ex a fault-based divorce.

I lost everything.

The house, the car and the dog. - What does that have to do with me?

You never get caught when you are a gendarme.

Colleagues would never have ratted on me.

These ones were picked especially.

By whom do you think?

My dad. - That's right. The inquisitor.

Him and Ferette.

They knew each other at the Bureau of Investigation.

But I might have something to get back at that bastard.

Yup.

While you were out having fun, I did what Bob asked us to do.

Find a dealer with enough dough to pay CDI's debt.

And you found one?

In actual fact Ferette did.

Franky, no.

Apparently he is working on a big drugs case.

Franky, don't. - Together with prosecutor Serclaes.

How do you know? - He told me himself.

Where? At the barber's?

His wife is a friend of my mum's.

So he says: By the way, I'm working on a big drugs case.

He knows I work at the CDI and was just boasting.

He said the CDI was useless, because the drugs unit at the Bureau

was on a big drugs case.

Was on a case. Until now. We'll take it from here.

He's gone. We're good.

Bob mentioned: No more fuck-ups.

He also said: As soon as possible.

Franky, of course we will screw the prosecution and our bosses,

but he is a colleague.

He is a bastard, Franky, but also a colleague.

Vic.

If you want out, you are free to go.

I'll come along.

I wanted to get into Franky's good books.

I wanted to prove I was worth more than a sales girl in a department store.

Maybe he could then get me a membership at Marcellino's.

Jan.

Jan.

And now we search. Reports, notes, pictures.

Goddammit. - What?

And he wonders why his wife was looking elsewhere.

Franky, come on.

Well done, my boy.

Very, very good.

Thanks, Ferette.

The pictures showed Ferette was watching Pierre Chamoun.

A Lebanese guy from Beirut.

He had a company in Grimbergen importing olives.

And according to Ferette's investigation also tons of cocaine.

An investigation that we gladly took over.

Thanks.

Nazdrovje.

How long have you been working together? - Since...

1970.

Franky worked in Information. I was Vice.

I wanted to join Info, because it was fun and Vice was boring.

How? - How? Well.

Info could do what they liked. - We knew everything.

Since working in Info, I read the papers differently.

On Monday the papers wrote:

The foreign minister, in his infinite wisdom, has decided

to make up with Mobutu after another clash between Belgium and Zaire.

Big money for Kinshasa in the interest of the economy and international cooperation.

We have responsibility towards our colony. - Former colony.

Former colony, Franky.

Former colony, my ass. - Really.

Our informant tells us last weekend, our minister

was being spoilt in the Sheraton by a bunch of hot girls, paid for by Mobutu.

On top he passed him a contract for delivery of agricultural machines to Zaire

by his brother-in-law's company.

Why did you both leave?

We knew too much.

How long have you been in the state police?

28 years. - 27 for me.

You ask a lot of questions, you know. - Still superintendent.

You mean only superintendent.

I did not mean it like that. - What do you mean? It's OK, really.

Only superintendent. - It doesn't matter.

We don't care about promotion. - So why work with a guy like Bob?

I get why Bob does what he does against the commies, but you two?

Franky is in it for the money. That is clear from how he...

Yes, what else? Be promoted to a desk job?

Ten years down, you're only pushing papers. You realise you've been screwed.

You're in trouble with your boss and your little one.

You can't screw your wife any more.

Put a bullet through my head then. - With pleasure.

Take a look, Jan.

There.

That is all I have from the state police.

I am but a simple superintendent.

But these two items...

They allow me to see things others do not.

I see how politicians, magistrates,

all those people in high places, supposedly running the country,

actually screw everyone over.

Nothing scares those big guys more than a guy who knows a lot,

but with no stripes to lose.

Well said, Vic.

Superintendent.

Superintendent.

The CDI started watching that Lebanese too.

We couldn't say how we got the information,

so Franky lied about hearing something from an informant.

Every third Friday, there was a delivery of special olives.

And Bob loves olives.

I don't see anything suspicious. Are you sure about the source?

Yes, we are.

When will you tell me exactly who your source is?

I told you already. That is impossible, deputy.

I promised my source his name would not appear in the files.

You can keep it out of the files, but I want to know now.

Superintendent, I mean now.

OK. Very well then. He is Albanian.

His name is Likma Bâls.

Likma Bâls.

Denil.

Don't mess with my balls. We don't have a search warrant, nothing.

If this gets out, we will all be screwed. Is that what you want?

Deputy, if we find nothing after our search, we will make something up.

Food inspection, we will hand out fines and get out. OK?

Look, it's the same guy.

I don't believe they are looking to buy some olives.

Who are they, Denil? What's happening?

The BOB's drugs unit is here. Claudy Ferette.

What is he doing here, Denil?

Fuck. OK, let's go.

We are going in. Now. - No, no. I decide when you go in.

Go home, dickhead.

Police. - Hands up.

Put your guns down. Hands up.

Put your guns down. - Put your hands up.

Get back. - Guns down.

Turn around. Hands behind your back.

Get the gun.

Get back. - Alright.

Yes, Franky. - Bingo.

Who is the lady?

Hands in the air.

Goddammit. What is going on here?

Denil, you fucking bastard.

I have been on to those two for months. This is my arrest.

You are too late. - You stole my case.

You are too slow. - Goddammit. You stole my case.

I will destroy you. - We got here first.

I'll destroy you. - Franky, leave him be.

Number one.

Another kilo.

Count it up.

Can you explain this?

My car got scratched. Who will pay for it? - Hold off on the car.

Tell me Ferette was a coincidence. - The damage?

Was it an official vehicle? - No.

Then the police does not pay up. You know this.

The goddamn bakery shop.

Franky, where is she?

Take me.

Bob, we need to talk.

Later, Alain. First things first.

Goddammit.

Leave the door open.

I feel like I'm giving head to an exhaust pipe in here.

My name is Bob Eastman.

What is yours?

Your name?

Are these her papers? - Yes.

We don't know yet whether they are false or not.

No.

Who cares, right?

Monique de Bakker.

You're in a bit of a tight spot.

Caught with a shitload of money, five feet away from a huge pile of drugs.

I get it.

You are an entrepreneur.

All you wanted to do, is business, right?

And me?

I am all for business.

Here is the good news.

The Belgian government is prepared to grant amnesty

to the good people of the Netherlands.

The only downside is you are going to lose a bit of money.

I would say...

About 1.5 million Belgian francs.

Bob had a proposition for Mrs De Bakker.

An offer she could not refuse. A special connection with the CDI.

With Mrs De Bakker, we would set up a new trafficking operation.

She'd buy the cocaine we got from our South-American friends.

That money went to Bruno Vleminckx who delivered weapons to the Contras.

That is why Bob flew here from America. The Lebanese guy?

We did not need him, so we put him in jail.

That showed we were doing a great job at the CDI.

Mrs De Bakker was not mentioned in our reports. She could not turn that down.

Thanks to her generous gift to the CDI, Gantois could pay off his debt.

Everybody happy.

Except for that Lebanese guy.

And Felix of course.

So, Alain. You wanted to talk to me?

No, Bob. It's OK. I am fine.

Not fine.

She pays up and just gets to walk out of here? That is corruption.

It's not corruption if the money is meant for the good guys.

They do it in America.

This is not America, you brat.

This is how we do it.

Deputy chief.

Everything went to Bob's plan.

Gantois was happy to have his money back. He would let us do anything.

And if this was possible...

anything is possible.

1.5 million. There you go.

Good job, gentlemen.

Thanks, Bob.

For your pretty face.

Franky still owed me one.

Time for my membership.

He stays out. - Marcello.

This was my chance to show Nathalie the real Jan.

Another round, please.

Finally I had my life on track.

Thank you, sir.

Your car? - Here.

It's yours.

Am I a man, a woman? - No.

CHICKEN PIE. I have no idea.

A movie character? He likes to fight? With weapons?

Rambo. - Yes.

Faster, baby brother.

Look at that. That's gymnastics for you.

Look what you can do with them.

So.

What do you think?

Cool.

Is it expensive? - It's second-hand. Not too bad.

Baby brother. It's my birthday soon.

I know.

I got you a nice present too.

Mum is also getting me a nice present.

Mum?

She's here. In Brussels.

Mark, I will wait here. - You have to come along.

She abandoned us. - She loves us. Come on.

Whenever I was having fun, my parents would mess it up.

It was my mother's turn.

Hello, sweetie.

Jan.

Wow, you have changed.

You suddenly turned into a man. - Very sudden.

Shall we take a seat?

Look at that. My two handsome men.

Your Italian did not join?

Nicola. He stayed in Rome for work, but he will join later.

Mark wrote you joined the state police.

You were in jail?

Why didn't you let me know? - You abandoned us.

Jan. - What are you doing here?

Luk.

It was five years ago.

Did you forget?

Shall we have a drink? - A coke.

Sorry, I can't do this.

Sorry, mum.

Do dad and gran know mum is here? - No.

Will you tell them? - Mum doesn't want me to.

So keeping quiet is better?

Will she be at the service? - Of course.

Right, that is going to be fun.

Can I have a word?

Is it an order?

You go inside, boy.

Bye, Mark. - Bye, baby brother.

What is going on at the CDI? - Good, right?

A big catch. - Yes.

Right from under sergeant Ferette. How is that possible?

Right. Did he come crying? - How did you know about the Lebanese?

Dammit.

Jan, please.

You don't know who you're dealing with. Denil. Barbier.

Come on, boy.

Tell me what's going on. While you still can.

You know that's not possible. - Why not?

That is what you taught me.

Cops stick together, no matter what.

They keep quiet.

So there.

I am a cop now.

Moron. - And you got what you wanted.

What do you think?

A few cops will shit themselves, when they read this.

We'll print it.

OK. Thank you.

Good job. - Thanks.

We're in the paper.

INFILTRATION IN STATE POLICE NEW SECRET SERVICE

"The new secret service for drugs and information,

only recently created, has entered troubled waters.

Score after only a few months: a shoot-out with two dead involving their agents,

and a clash with the drugs unit of the Bureau of Investigation,

over a case both units were chasing.

A clash that seems to lead to a downright police war.

Is it all connected to the presence of an American agent?"

Are they talking about me?

Communist, what do you know.

You know her.

The journalist who wrote this. Prosecutor Serclaes' daughter.

You know her, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Is anything wrong? - Well, yes.

Jan knows the girl who wrote the article. - Not really. Her mum knows my mum.

Her dad is the DA that worked on the case we took over.

So is he using his daughter to get back at us?

Maybe.

A DA whose daughter is working with the communists?

Instead of encouraging her, he should whack some sense into her.

Nothing we can do about it, right?

Vic, Jan.

Take care of her.

Yes, sir.

Any doubts about Jan?

We'll see.

He held his own in that gunfight, didn't he?

Well, good thing he wasn't the one doing the shooting.

Yeah.

Are you ready to set up this meeting with Miss De Bakker?

Yes. - Yeah, good.

Let's get the show on the road.

Good morning.

Who the fuck is this guy? - I am the... químico.

Do you really think the CDI will get away with all of this sneakiness?

For real?