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Hey, Jan.

What happened?

They shot Paul.

Why was he there in the first place?

Bob wanted us to supply that woman asap.

Paul was the only one available.

So you decided to get him involved.
- I thought...

Where are the drugs?

They're gone. And the money too.

Franky, calm down.
- Sorry.

And Paul?
- He's in surgery.

The bullet went through him.
- He knows everything?

This could get us into big trouble.
There'll be an inquiry.

Paul's almost dead and that's your worry?
- It's our only worry.

If he talks, we're done.

Listen, you've caused this shitshow.

Either Paul keeps us out of trouble
or we'll silence him for good.

He just needs to say he shot his own leg.
- Have you gone mad?

What?
- That way there won't be an inquiry.

Who'll believe that?
- It's how it will be.

Got it?

This is a true story.

But eighties cops are not
really known for their reliability.

So, as true as possible.

WHERE IS CHAMOUN?

Tell me.

There were four of them, one car.
- Make and model?

Peugeot 505, dark green.

We're checking if any were stolen lately.
- They were all armed.

Uzis from the looks of it.

Go on.

They wore masks.

Some of them had dark skin.
- Dark as in African?

No. Lighter.

Is there anything else you noticed?
- It all happened so fast.

I think the bodyguard of Mrs De Bakker
hit one of them.

We're checking the hospitals.

These guys won't go to any regular
hospital with a gunshot wound.

We know jack shit.

We need to get on top of this situation
before it fucks us in the ass.

We'll get them, Bob, don't worry.
- Make sure you do.

Or there'll be no more bonuses
for you guys. You got it?

I'll handle this.

This was so serious
Bob felt Gantois needed to know

what the CDI was really doing.

Bob, what the fuck?
- You wanted the truth, that's the truth.

Selling drugs?
- It's for the greater good.

This is for you.

I... I can't accept it. It has to stop.

Just put it in an account.

What?

Put it in an account. The savings.

I can't put that in an account.
- Sure you can.

You remember
Eddie Egan and Sonny Grosso?

The NYPD detectives
that made the first arrest

in the case that would be known
as The French Connection.

That was 1962.

It would be another decade

before that organisation
was completely dismantled.

These things take time, Alain.

You need this money.

You want to go back
to busting street dealers?

Do you want to explain to the colonel

why the CDI is no better
than any other drugs squad?

We've got a lot to lose
if this comes out, Alain.

You and me both.

I know what'll cheer you up. A dog.

Jan...

Nicola and I are heading back tomorrow

but I don't want to leave
with anger between us.

Can we talk this over?

That's...

not necessary.

The major told me everything.

Why you left.

He did? Did he tell you?

Yeah, that...
the state police didn't allow divorces

and he gave you the choice:
you stayed, or you left without us.

I...

I was wrong.

You didn't abandon us, he chased you away.

That's all?

The hypocrite.
- What was he supposed to say?

I'd hoped he'd finally tell you
it really wasn't a choice.

That I couldn't stay anymore
and how your gran made sure

I'd keep my mouth shut.
- About what?

Your father's affairs.
- That was no secret, was it?

Fine.

Have you ever seen your father
with women since then?

Right, Jan. Your father had affairs
but not the ones you think.

There.

That's what had to be kept secret.
That's why I had to go

and had to leave
you and your brother behind.

You lied.

This is how you address a superior?

Is it so hard to pretend just once
that you are my father ?

What's up?

I know why mum left. She told me.

Did she?

What did she say?
- The truth, who you really are.

What am I?
- I know you're gay, OK?

Rubbish.

Is that so hard to admit?

That you are who you are.

Your mother...

is living in her own reality.

That you lie about yourself
and your sex life to anyone else, fine,

that's because of your job.

But to me?

Your own son.

I really don't know what you're on about.

I really don't.

Hey...

I've been thinking about what you told me.
About yourself and Luk.

In the church.

That you weren't
cadet school and state police material.

Maybe you're right.

So if you want to quit...

I'm fine with it.

And I won't keep you
to your promise any longer.

Wow.

Really...

Officer.

You're late.

I... I'm sorry.
I had a rough day yesterday.

I don't care.

You get in on time and you address
your superiors by their rank, OK?

Got it?
- Yes, deputy chief.

Fine.

What?

Any news from Paul?

I didn't get any.

But... the incident involving
officer Misotten shows what happens

if discipline is neglected.

It's time
to retighten the screws a bit here.

Focus on your job, officer.
I want arrests.

Go on.

Any news?

That Peugeot 505 was stolen in Ganshoren.
They're looking for it.

OK.

What's that?

It's a waste of time.

Pity. Articles about the state police
always do well.

OK, but if there's nothing to find,
that's it.

She's stopping?

Officer Laureys, Felix...

Close the door.

Something wrong, commander?
- Your latest drugs test.

The report says

there's too much protein in your urine.

Have it checked.

Commander, does this concern me?
- Not at all.

I have a task for you.

A task?

What's that?

Leftovers from a CDI investigation.

An illegal investigation?

It has to go in an account.
- Not to Operations?

Impossible.
- How come?

It's not going to Operations because
we can't explain where it comes from.

And you are opening that account.
- Why me?

Am I still needed, commander?

You are, because he got here by train
and he needs a car

and I don't want him to use a police car.

Commander,
where exactly do I have to go?

Luxembourg.
- Luxembourg? In my Spider?

Yeah.

Felix, I want you to take his car and open
an account in Luxembourg. Is that so hard?

No way.

Why not?
- The clutch is shit as it is,

and if he drives it, it'll be done.

You go along then.
- Me?

You drive.
- To Luxembourg? Who'll pay the fuel?

Commander?

There.

Commander, if officer Laureys is driving,
why can't he go on his own?

You're going along.

Then I'll be sure
the money ends up in an account.

Ferdinand Verbiest?
- A banker from Roeselare.

Nobody will be alarmed if Fernand Verbiest
deposits a small fortune.

So we're forging documents too now.
- Shut up, Felix.

You're going to Luxembourg
with Laureys. That's an order.

You know where that money comes from,
don't you?

I'm asking a question, officer.
- You really want to know?

No...

A major's son. Aren't you ashamed?
- For what?

For this. And for all the things
you're up to with Denil and Barbier.

You're involved as well.
- No, I'm not. Not.

You chipped in for that cocaine.

I was obeying an order
from commander Gantois, that's all.

We're all obeying orders.
- Yeah, from the black guy.

I followed the commander to the CDI,
thinking we could build something.

And now he's not even
calling the shots anymore.

It's a fucking disgrace.
- Is it? Have a word with the colonel then.

With Verpoest?

He's also duped by the black guy.

You're all the same.

You, the colonel, Gantois, my father,
all corrupted

to uphold the elite's appearance.

And if one of you fucks up,
you know what to do.

Clam it. You didn't see or hear anything.
It could damage the elite, no way.

Imagine the people knowing how frustrated
you all are, bunch of ego trippers.

The State Police,
the country's biggest cover-up.

And that's why you don't complain.
Not now. Not ever.

I'll report you, officer.

For real?
- Yes, for real.

I've already told you,
address me by my rank.

We're on duty and I'm still deputy chief.
Understood, officer?

Understood, deputy chief.

And now clam it and drive.

Until Luxembourg.

One year ago,
I was in jail on drugs charges.

And now I was helping to deposit
illegal drugs money under an alias

in an account
in Europe's black money capital.

As a gendarme, go figure.

I admit, I wasn't surprised anymore.

The State Police was some fucked-up
parallel universe I'd gotten sucked into.

But of one thing I was sure.

My time with the CDI
would fund my pension.

I deserved it.

Paul had survived the night
and had regained consciousness.

I'm afraid I have some very bad news.

The bad news was
that the bullet had hit his spine

and he was left paralysed
from the waist down.

Knock knock. Hi, Paul.

Paul.
- Hi, Franky.

Ma'am...

We need to have a word with Paul.
- Who are you?

They're colleagues, mum.

Go and have a coffee in the cafeteria.
They say it's rather nice there.

Hi, Vic.

Jan.

How are you?

Do you know?

And now?

How do you mean?
- I...

They say...

They say I'll never walk again.

Paul...

Come on, Paul.

Man up.

Come on. Can you tell us something
about the shooters?

No, I didn't see a thing.

What were we doing there?

Selling drugs to that Dutch woman?
- Don't you start with me.

It's your friend Jan who got you involved.

That wasn't our idea.

And we don't want to get into trouble.

You'll have to lie, Paul.

Are you able to?

What should I say?
- That you shot your leg yourself.

By accident.
- What?

That you shot your leg yourself
by accident.

You were with Jan,
he had to pee, you got out as well,

you were fiddling with your gun
and shot yourself.

You were in shock, you don't know where,
near some woods...

Nobody will believe that.
- They will.

That's the story, Paul.

No.

Dear Paul...

You think your life's ruined.

It probably is.

But there's always worse.

For you but for your mum as well.
Imagine her choking on a biscuit.

On a biscuit...

Fine.

I started to see Vic and Franky
for the scum they were.

Sandra...
- Hey.

Doll. Great outfit.
- Especially for you.

And what did I do? I abandoned Paul.

Goddamn...

I'm going to have a leak.
- Enjoy.

What's up?

Was that necessary?
- What?

Earlier, with Paul.
- Come on, Jan...

That's Franky, you know him,
he's a bit crazy.

He does all that's needed
to protect the CDI.

And you as well, mate.

What did we tell each other, here?
At this table?

What did we promise each other?
All that's needed.

Right?

All that's needed, Jan.

Two gin and tonics.
- Thanks, dear.

Cheers.

Two whiskies, right?
- Damn.

No ice.

Ferette.

If Franky sees him...

There, they're off.

Asshole. Take that, boy.

What's up?

Vic's message was clear. We had to protect
each other, whether I liked it or not.

I was caught
in the state police's parallel universe.

But I wasn't going to let that happen.

I had to get out,
away from Franky and Vic,

but first I had to find
the scum that shot Paul.

Bob kept his promise
and got Gantois a dog.

A sniffer dog that would help us out,
but not the way you think.

From now on, if we got caught with drugs,
we had them to train the dog.

Gentlemen, as promised. Your new partner.

And it seemed our new partner
was already well-trained.

Denil.

Don't touch my desk.
- Felix...

You snitched on us, asshole.
What else did you tell them?

Address me by my rank,
and you'll get a disciplinary sanction.

Stuff your sanction up your ass. Right?

Guys like you
should be put against a wall.

It's your fault Misotten's in hospital.
You screwed us, fucking moron.

Superintendent back off.
- Franky...

That asshole gave us away.
- How do you mean?

Chamoun, the Lebanese guy we arrested...

He's been released.

Because he told major Laureys
we hijacked Claudy Ferette's case.

Deputy, did you see the major
behind my back?

Major Laureys summoned me
and asked me about that arrest

and I answered in all conscience.
- Traitor.

Without telling me?

I told you from the start
this would get us into trouble.

Collaborating with drug dealers...

We are in hot water now
because you don't protect your colleagues.

And you protect them, do you?

Like Paul, who'll be
in a wheelchair for life, asshole.

Enough.

OK, get to work.

Did the Lebanese shoot Paul?
- Let's go.

If it wasn't him,
I'll eat my duty pass. Let's go.

Go on.

What's that?

Hollow points. They explode
and leave no traces for ballistics.

Give me your gun. Your pistol.

Mister big mouth.

How did we get here?

Because of you, Jan.

You.

Go on.

Give your gun.

Guys...

He's back to Lebanon.

Goddammit.

Come on.
- Franky and Vic were no quitters.

They'd take on anyone
who knew Chamoun,

his business partners,
people who knew where he might be...

One way or another, we would find him.

Where is Chamoun?

Where is Chamoun?

Where's Chamoun? Where is he?

Where is Chamoun?

Over there.

There.
- Please, go...

Where is Chamoun?

Go fuck yourself.

Asshole coppers.

Where is Chamoun?

Fucking pig. Go to hell.

I'd advise you to tell him
what he wants to know, OK?

Tell him what he wants to know.

Fuck off.

Give me that crate. Give me that crate.

Goddamm.

Come on.
- No, no, no...

Sorry, we're done being nice.

He'll hurt your knee.
- I don't understand.

Vic, what do you want to know?
- Please, no.

Oh yeah...

You're not much use, are you?

This could take some time yet.

Come on, get up. I'll bring you back
so you can cover for us

if Felix and Gantois want to know
what we're up to.

Let's go.

Maria... I love you.

Darling...

This country is so fucking cold.

Belgium is shit.

I fold.
- Fun, isn't it, a family night?

MDMA.
Methylenedioxymethamphetamine.

A raid?

OK, let's go.

Jesus.