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This is a true story.

But eighties cops are not really known for their reliability.

So, as true as possible.

Yeah, I know, I've already told this. This is how I started my story.

But how did I get there? Well, just a little more patience.

In fact, it's all my father's and gran's fault. They made me join the gendarmes.

Jan could also be a gendarme.

Hi, gran.

Every man in our family had to become a gendarme.

Well, except for Mark.

The girls will love this.

I joined the CDI. Officer Laureys, at your orders.

The drugs and information unit. I was recruited by Vic and Franky.

That's gymnastics for you. - They worked for Bob Eastman.

A DEA agent sent by the Americans to teach us American investigation techniques.

But Bob was also a CIA agent arming the contras in Nicaragua

so they could fight the communists.

Unfortunately...

weapons cost money.

And the contras only currency were drugs.

I'm going to make cocaine with this.

We sold those drugs so Bob could buy weapons for the rebels.

Gantois, Felix and Paul were clueless.

We are gendarmes. We will stick to the internal rules.

They thought we'd clean the streets of drugs. It didn't go that way.

And then there was Cathy, who meddled with our investigation

and wondered what DEA agent Bob Eastman was really doing here.

We'll print it.

We're in the papers.

And she figured out we were making our own cocaine.

But we didn't know.

Your little story may end badly.

Anything else? - Oh, yes.

There was also Ferette. - The boy scouts.

Also a gendarme, but from the BOB. - Time for their cocoa.

He had beef with us.

Hands up.

Goddamm, you stole my case. This is my arrest.

And he also had beef with Franky for boning his missus,

and now Franky had stolen his big drugs case.

How did Denil know about that deal? - Thanks.

I'll explain.

Ferette knew that Chamoun, a Lebanese in Grimbergen, had an olive business

that served as a cover for his drugs traffic.

One of his biggest clients was a Dutch woman.

Who's she? - Mrs De Bakker.

And we had rounded up that gang.

Chamoun went to jail and Mrs De Bakker got a deal.

She'd buy our drugs so Bob would get his money.

But Felix went and told my father our investigation hadn't been kosher

and so they let Chamoun go.

He wanted revenge and planned a heist to steal our money and drugs.

And Paul was the biggest victim.

Bob, Vic and Franky didn't let this pass. - There.

And the hunt for Chamoun was on.

And I went along. I wanted the asshole who shot Paul to pay for what he'd done.

But Chamoun was hard to find.

We did find one of his accomplices, a guy called Gemayel.

But he refused to talk. - Go to hell.

MDMA. Methylenedioxymethamphetamine.

A psychotropic substance.

That's what the professor in Ghent said. - They're drugs.

He says they are. I mean...

Technically yes, legally not.

It's not on the illicit substance list yet.

So they're not drugs. - Yes and no.

What are you on about, deputy? - We found those pills in that club.

And the boys killed in the accident had been there.

So maybe we should go and look for more drugs over there, right?

A raid.

That could help our image, commander. The CDI cleaning up that shit.

The CDI protecting youngsters from the plague of drugs.

Where are Denil and Barbier? - No idea. Where are they?

What? - Denil and Barbier?

They're busy, commander. - Then go and get them, officer.

They said it's something big.

Make them report themselves, officer. That's an order.

At your orders, commander. - We'll need everyone for this raid.

Well done, Felix. - Thanks, commander.

Come on, move it.

Gantois wants you in the office.

What did I ask you? - I tried, OK?

What for? - For a raid, it seems.

A raid?

Why? - Drugs. Amphetamines or something.

Any progress?

He's tough.

He'll talk, don't worry.

Let's get it over and done with.

We witnessed a phenomenon that would become a major problem in Flanders.

Youngsters clubbing all weekend, driving around high on XTC.

It's party time.

Until they were too tired to steer. The so-called weekend-accidents.

The CDI was going to quash that.

Hands up, we said. You, go back to mama. You, did you take something?

Have something? No?

What's this?

No? Someone put it in there?

Goddamn.

Where did you get those from?

Franky, take this one as well. They can go back to mama. And you...

Did you take something? Do you always squint like that?

Girls and boys, this is a raid.

The haul wasn't spectacular, and it would never be later on.

But it got us excellent press.

Hi, Jan.

I asked you to stay away from me. - I'm not being tailed.

Or I wouldn't know what I found out.

What you're doing in Bruno Vleminckx' warehouse.

I don't know what you're on about. - You don't? I've got photos.

They'll jog your memory. - Photos?

From that lab.

Did you go inside?

Are you mad? You could've been caught. - By that drunken Mexican?

Nicaraguan. - That drunken Nicaraguan then.

You can't print that. - Says who?

If you run that... - It will be printed, no matter what.

Be glad I give you a heads-up.

A heads-up?

Cathy was tough girl. She wouldn't back down, I was sure of that.

So I had to come up with something to stall.

I guess you're here to hear more from me, right?

I'll tell you everything I know. - But?

Not yet. - Why would I wait?

You don't even know half of it.

Gendarmes making drugs, isn't that enough?

Or the CIA making drugs to get funds to arm the contras in Nicaragua?

I'll get you all the details. But I'll need some time.

For? - Cathy...

If I spill the beans, I'm dead.

The State Police's top protects the CDI. They'll discredit you.

If you want your article to stand, then...

Then you have to know the details. And I can give them.

But I don't want to be here when it's printed.

That's all I ask, some time to prepare my departure, OK?

No, to inform your friends. - Do you think...

I don't know what to think anymore.

Do you get that?

OK...

How long do you need?

One month.

Forget it.

Two weeks, OK?

You get one week.

Then I'll run it, with or without your help.

Fine.

One week.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

We welcome you to a beautiful...

Strange guy, isn't he?

Oh, boy... - His hair...

Switzerland's up first.

Lovely girl.

Peculiar, isn't it?

Excellent. Ten points.

You think it's great?

Holland's up next. - Usually they're great.

Fun, isn't it, a family night?

Just like the old days. I'm getting the biscuits.

Yeah, big fun, with the entire family, like the old days.

There used to be more of us.

Don't start.

A biscuit?

Bickering again? - He's a hypocrite.

Because of what your mother told you? - The truth, you mean? You never did.

You don't know what you're talking about. - I do.

Just shut up. - Why are we always fighting, you think?

He's not even honest with his family. - Stop it.

What does it matter he's gay?

Not in my home.

What's wrong? - Nothing, dear. Have a biscuit.

A biscuit. Sweeping everything under the rug, just like the state police.

I'll get it.

Hi, Jan.

Can't I come in? - What are you doing here?

You weren't home. - Don't check up on me.

I'm not, I'm just trying to motivate you. - I had one week, that's not over yet.

One week for what?

Hey, Cathy. - Hi, gran.

One week for what?

One week to find a date to go out together. Last time he stood me up.

Really, Jan?

It slipped my mind.

You didn't tell me you were friends again. - He didn't?

No. How lovely you found your way back to each other.

The show is on, come in. Holland's up. - Gran...

Have you got a boyfriend? - A boyfriend?

No.

It's not easy, finding someone who's fun, handsome...

honest. And who cares about what I think or feel.

You've got me. - That's right. I'd be lost without you.

I'm so glad to see you again. - Thank you.

I remember the two of you smoking cigarettes in the garden,

those long, slender ones in a box.

You thought I didn't know, don't you?

Tell me, have you become a journalist? - I have.

For a fine newspaper, right?

The Red Banner. - The communists, gran. Go figure.

How do your parents feel about that?

They think it's just a phase and that I'll get to my senses.

And are they right?

I hope they'll ever come to theirs.

What the hell is going on?

Résidence de Hamoir, Laurence speaking.

Jan?

Jan, it's for you.

Jan. - Goddamm, dude.

You're fucking hard to find. - Sorry, I'm with my family.

I want the address of our guy, Michel Gemayel.

Golf, Echo, Mike, Alpha, Yankee, Echo, Lima, Gemayel. Got it?

Why do you need it? - You'll see.

Get it, come down here and bring the dog. - The dog?

The dog, Jan, the dog. - Right.

Who was calling?

Work.

I have to go.

And the points?

I'm sorry. The show's far from over.

I promise I'll try my best to be back in time.

Hurry. - OK.

Jan... - No, you can't come.

You're only planning your departure, right? - I'm not running off, Cathy.

I've got a week left to do my thing.

The address?

Get the dog.

Why do we need it? - Think.

And him? - Get the dog.

Get in.

Leave the dog for now.

Jesus...

Go on. - What's the plan?

Get him out.

Go on.

Good evening.

Fuck. - My back...

Come on.

Not a word, not a word.

Hello...

Clam it.

Clam it.

Franky, we'll have to freshen him up. He's not talking.

You can clean him up.

Get some water. Now.

Go on. Go on.

Go on.

Help me get him up. Help me.

Dammit. Wanker.

Vic, what are you doing? - Look, Jan. He refused to talk,

maybe now he will. - Is this necessary?

He'd do just the same. - Leave her out of it.

If you don't like it, piss off, OK?

Get out of my way.

Goddammit.

Bring the water. Clean him up. - You'll shut up.

Hurry up, dammit. Clean him up.

Clean him up. - Pardon?

Clean him up.

Wash him.

Hurry up. Goddammit, what a mess.

Wake up, please...

Mum?

Fucking hell.

Daddy.

No, no, leave her. - Clean him up, I said. Hurry up.

Vic, you're hurting her.

Take the kid. Put the telly on.

Clean him up, I said. Go on, go on. Fucking hell.

It's time for our next contestant.

The classically trained Amelie.

France.

Come, he's awake.

Michel... Wakey wakey. Do you see where we are?

Do you see where we are?

Right. You see?

Vic...

Take her. - Come on, go and sit over there.

Don't move.

We've wasted enough time. Where is Chamoun?

Or else, look... Your wife...

And your lovely girl. You don't want her to get hurt, do you?

Go on.

Talk. Go on.

He recognised you during the raid. The gendarmes.

He was there for the Dutch woman.

He found it strange she wasn't arrested.

So he followed her.

Where is he now?

Where is Chamoun? - I don't know.

My patience is wearing thin.

My patience is wearing thin.

OK, Vic. - Right.

Shut up. - Vic...

Vic...

No, no...

Leave her.

Clam it.

Final call.

He's in Molenbeek.

He's in Molenbeek. In a warehouse by the canal.

Was that so hard?

Jan, hey...

It'll be fine.

I just should've shot Franky.

Were we any different from those criminals? I wasn't any better than them.

I was a coward lacking the balls to stop Vic and Franky and end it all.

Get ready.

And an ace.

Chamoun...

Where's the money?

And the snort?

I'd rather die.

Final call.

That asshole won't talk.

The dog.

What the hell are they doing?

Search, boy, search.

Search.

Franky... Franky.

That's one.

And two.

And three.

What's that?

They're for the family album.

Like father, like son.

Major Laureys is a faggot.

Chamoun...

Did you blackmail the major to get out?

You little devil.

You're a genius.

Respect, man, respect.

OK, let's go.

Goodbye, my love.

Go on.

Fuck, my back.

Hold up.

The keys.

Bury them. - Who, me?

We'll be doing some cleaning here.

No crime scene, no crime.

Make sure they never find them if you don't want to do time for murder.

So no canal, burry them. - Guys...

Burry them.

Are you kidding me?

Dammit.

Well, well, well...

Officer Laureys.

What's going on?

I knew the CDI was involved in some crazy shit, but this...

How will we settle this?

You're lucky I owe your father.

Go on, arrest me.

Arrest you?

I don't care about you.

No...

I want Denil, Barbier...

and the whole CDI shebang.

You with these corpses... It'll be your word against theirs.

And knowing the State Police, someone will get promoted and...

someone else will get a comfy exit. No, we're not doing that.

They won't get away with this.

And certainly not Denil.

Evidence is what I need, officer.

Evidence that guarantees that your little friends end up in jail.

And to get there, dear Jan,

you will help me.

OK...

Dig.

Dig.

Go on.

No hesitation.

And some extra digging over here.

What?

Some extra digging over here.

Dearest Jan.

Next.

We can come to a solution we are both happy with.

As long as they don't touch your body you will be fine.

There we have Mrs De Bakker.