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Comrades...

Cathy's article on Bob and the CDI wasn't received with much enthousiasm.

That's why Vic and I were here, at the Red Banner's offices,

to keep Cathy in check.

My problem was that they might find out I knew Cathy better than they thought.

You look over there.

Found something?

Here's Cathy.

We're done.

This is a true story.

But eighties cops are not really known for their reliability.

So, as true as possible.

Go figure. Your mother knows her mother.

Yeah... I know her better than that.

Do you?

She's an ex. I bumped into her recently. I really didn't know about the article.

Vic, we're not in touch, we don't talk.

I've got nothing to do with that article. Keep it quiet, yeah?

Are you still seeing her?

- No. - Are you going to see her?

Vic, I swear.

Fine.

Because... if she makes a fuss, what needs to be done will be done.

Sure.

Fine.

Mr Serclaes.

I'm here to see Cathy.

Enter.

Excellent timing. I've got a visitor.

Goddamn.

- What a pleasant surprise. - I'm here for Cathy.

We have to talk.

- How did Denil know about that drug deal? - Where is she?

How did he know?

- Through police work. - You're lying.

Why would I?

And that Dutch woman, Mrs De Bakker, how about her?

You took her, but not a word about her in the paperwork.

All in due time. Deputy chief Vroman said we are a bit behind, so...

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

Listen up, here's the deal.

You hand us the truth, a report of what really happened,

and I'll make sure you'll be spared, OK?

Look, gentlemen...

I'm just a simple officer.

If I were you, I'd check with commander Gantois.

I'm sure he'll be able to help you.

That brat is busting my balls. He's busting my balls, Jacques. Sorry.

With his gel head.

Goddammit.

Jan?

- We have to talk. - What's up?

Your friends didn't like my article?

- Stop it. - Is that an order, officer?

- Freedom of the press, ring a bell? - Cathy, you were right.

What you wrote, our collaboration with the American, the illegal actions...

- So why don't you just stop it? - Because it needs to be done.

The pay looks alright.

- It needs to be done... - Cathy, those guys don't joke around.

- Stop writing about us. - And what if I don't?

- Will I be arrested? - They don't do arrests.

They have other ways for solving their problems.

- I won't be threatened. - This isn't a threat, it's a warning.

Hey...

A warning?

Do you hear yourself?

Cathy... Cathy.

You're being tapped.

- Fool. - Come on...

Miss De Bakker.

Nice to meet you. This our hangar. The drugs are coming in.

- Everything alright? - Good. You?

Not too bad.

Good morning.

- Who the fuck is this guy? - I got no idea.

They sent him along with the shipment. The guy only speaks Spanish.

Soy el químico.

I am the... químico.

Químico? He's a chemist?

I'm going to make cocaine with this.

- It's a bazooka. - That's right. Bazooka.

- Goddammit. - No, hey, I am the chemist.

I'm going to make cocaine with this. Trust me, it's fine.

Why didn't they process it in Nicaragua?

I don't know, man. I just took what they gave me.

I'm really sorry about this. I had no idea.

It's OK.

You'll need more time, right?

No problem.

Bye.

Goddammit, fix this shit.

And who could fix this shit? Right, yours truly.

- Luckily they sent the chemist. - For ice cream.

I doubt he was a qualified chemist but it clearly wasn't his first time.

Open this.

Pour it.

And now spin it, like this, right.

That bazooka was a paste you turned into cocaine.

First, you mix it with sulphuric acid and water.

Then you add heaps of chemicals to make that black gunk turn white.

Done.

And so you get base coke.

This has to be refined to get pure coke.

And for that, we had to get rid of all dirt.

Can I have a fag?

I'm not going to explain the entire process.

I don't want to give a bad example.

But the result was pretty dope.

Like that...

Put it on here.

Children?

Maria... Do you know her?

Maria and me, it just wasn't meant to be.

Plastic.

OK... We're going to empty this...

And then carefully... Two, three...

And we were back in business, thanks to our chemist.

One kilogram of cocaine.

This calls for a celebration.

Tequila from Nicaragua.

Two shots...

And this...

Sniff. Excellent.

You're fine?

Right.

Next.

- Cathy speaking. - Cathy, have you heard?

- FM Brussel picked up your article. - That's just regional radio.

For now. Do you have material for a follow-up?

Yes, I'm thinking about it.

For fuck's sake.

Watch it.

Come on... Goddamn.

- You're filthy. - What do you want me to do?

Vic told me to stay put. I'm not going to wet myself.

A follow-up, did she say that?

Is this why I joined the CDI? To be holed up in a shitty van?

Look, Paul, that's...

Jan, would you mind asking Vic or Franky to relocate me?

Goddamn. Jan.

At ease.

Officer.

A bit late.

What are the rules?

The rules, officer?

At ease.

You'll be there, this weekend?

Luk's memorial service.

Prepare some words.

And in uniform.

In uniform?

Luk was almost a chief. I think he'll appreciate that.

In heaven?

Or is it just to show mum how well you raised us?

What's she got to do with this?

- Mark didn't tell you. - Tell me what?

- Is she coming too? - She's already here.

- Is Louise in Belgium? - Mark saw her, I brought him.

- What did she say? - Nothing special.

They did some catching up, reminiscing. It was quite pleasant.

That's all, major?

- Cathy speaking. - Cathy, have you heard?

- FM Brussel picked up your article. - That's just regional radio.

For now.

- It sounds like she's not letting go. - Yes, I'm thinking about it.

So what?

Officer. The doctor is waiting for you.

- Your urine sample. - My drug test?

That's Friday.

The lab is closed then, maintenance work. It's now.

- Is there a problem? - No, no.

Go on then. They're waiting.

A problem?

With my coked-up system after that night with the chemist, hell yeah.

- Nothing that can't be solved. - Back already?

Did you see Franky or Vic?

About my relocation?

Jan, come on, I asked you one thing.

Hold on. There's a call.

- Hello? - This is Cathy.

Maconfex, the company, does it ring a bell?

- No, it doesn't. Why? - It's a company in Erembodegem,

- owned by a certain Bruno Vleminckx. - So?

The CDI's Franky Denil and Vic Barbier were there.

I followed them, they talked but I don't know about what.

- OK. Keep me posted. - I will.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

- Who's that, Bruno Vleminckx? - No idea.

- Jan, she's got photos of Franky and Vic. - We don't know him.

OK.

Hold on.

You've been doing way too much. I'll take over.

- Sure? - Yeah, sure...

I was coming to tell you.

You can go.

Great.

Great, thanks.

- Don't forget your lunch box. - No, I won't. OK...

Good luck.

I admit, it wasn't my best week with the CDI. Everything went wrong.

Cathy being Cathy, not quitting her investigation.

- ...a certain Bruno Vleminckx. - So?

The CDI's Franky Denil and Vic Barbier were there. I followed them...

If Franky and Vic heard this...

I can't imagine what they'd do to her.

Thank you.

Careful.

You're OK?

- Where's your uniform? - This is my uniform.

Luk will understand.

Gran.

Hi, Guy.

Laurence.

Sweetie.

Hi, Jan.

Buongiorno.

Way too soon, the Lord called him home.

Luk...

On the start of adult life.

And proud to be serving his country within the state police.

A tragic accident while on exercise in the Ardennes...

turned that promising prospect...

into a distant memory.

Let's listen to the words of someone who knew Luk very well.

His brother, Jan.

Luk was our big brother.

Mark's and mine.

When thinking of Luk, I remember our teens.

We were always together at home, at our gran's.

At least... that's how I recall it.

Luk had responsibility.

Always minding us, playing with us, even though we were his baby brothers.

I've always admired him for that.

Luk...

We were truly happy for a big part of our lives, as children.

The three of us, like anyone else.

We never really argued.

We only started growing apart after our parents separated.

Mum took off, just like that,

and left us with our dad, who didn't know how to handle us,

so he sent us to boarding school and cadet school. First Luk, then me.

That was the end of the three musketeers.

We no longer had our own lives, we could no longer decide what or how.

We had to comply with what was expected from us.

And Luk, Luk was happy at cadet school, that was his thing, but me...

I didn't fit in.

Honestly...

I envy Luk.

His life was short but it was a life fit for him.

Jan, please...

Luk didn't make mistakes, whereas I...

Compared with me Luk is a saint.

Stop it.

Jan.

- Jan. - What?

- Can't you act normal? - Didn't you hear me?

Of course, everyone else is to blame.

- Grow up. - I am grown up.

Still you decide what I have to do.

Join the state police, wear a uniform, give a speech.

You had your speech.

- How was the service? - Short.

What did the inquisitor have to say?

Some minor criticism.

Looky, looky, we had bazooka and that's changed into... cocaine.

Cheers.

How many shots of tequila did our chemist take?

No idea, but it didn't keep him from his hard work.

Our first batch of cocaine was done and Bob wanted to sell it to Mrs De Bakker asap.

Thanks.

Things were finally looking up.

- Damn. - Is something wrong?

We're being followed.

That Jag?

- Why do you think so? - Is it that journalist?

Is she tailing us?

How do you know?

Because Jan knows her better than we thought.

And you knew?

Yes, I knew, Franky.

- Why didn't you tell me? - It didn't seem important enough.

It didn't?

She's tailing us and our car is packed with cocaine.

That bitch won't get me.

Franky...

Goddamn, Franky.

Franky...

- Franky, calm down. - Shut it.

- You can't do that, young lady. - What?

Tailing us.

I'm driving on public roads, I don't get it.

You were tailing us.

- Franky, come on. Do you... - Shut it.

Easy.

You stop tailing us.

You stop writing about us.

Or your little story may end badly.

Anything else?

Asshole.

Have a lovely day.

Get in.

Go on.

What's the story with you and that bitch?

- I know her. Her parents and mine... - Are friends, right.

You already told us.

- I warned you she was tailing us, didn't I? - How long has she been tailing us?

I don't know.

No, the real question is whether she knows too much.

- She doesn't know what we're up to. - We'll look into it.

- And if she knows too much... - What needs to be done will be done.

Do I ask Deneus to have her shadowed?

No. There's a cheaper solution.

A bullet.

What's the matter, Jan? Got feelings?

- Asshole. - Better than a liar.

- I'm not a liar. - I'm telling you, you're a liar.

Suck my dick.

- What are you hiding? - Nothing.

- Not... - Nothing, really?

Get a grip.

You see this?

You could've pocketed this.

Now it will pay for your friend's babysit. Give it to Deneus.

Tosser.

- Did you call her? - Yes.

No thanks?

- Your speech... - Leave it.

No, I won't.

You can't go reproaching me without hearing me out.

There's an explanation then?

What's that?

I sent Mark money over the years. This is yours. I don't want...

Is this your idea of making amends?

Keep your money.

- I don't have to make amends. - You don't?

No. I didn't abandon you, I just couldn't stay anymore.

You were 12, you don't know how low I felt.

- What was going on. - That was quite clear.

Dad fucked other women, so you fucked another man, and that was it.

- Simple, isn't it? - Is it that simple?

Do you really think that's how it went?

You haven't got a clue what was going on then.

They're here.

What's he doing here?

Cathy...

Hold on.

- You're being shadowed. - What?

You're being shadowed. A man entered after you. Don't look.

He's a private detective. You're even being tapped at work.

I know what you know.

- Bruno Vleminckx. - For real?

He cannot think I invited you to warn you.

He has to think we bumped into each other and you're still angry with me.

Sure. I have to pretend being angry with you.

- Yes. - How angry?

- Furious? - Cathy, just...

Angry enough?

Jan...

- Can I have a word? - Baby brother, want to join in?

In private?

- Why the discretion? - Can we just...?

- Quit that nonsense, go on. - OK, fine.

Why did mum leave?

- You know why. - I don't.

- Why not? - She told me she couldn't stay.

That she had to leave.

- That I know shit about what was going on. - You know why she left.

- What does she mean by that? - Beats me. You'll have to ask her.

Louise left because the state police would never allow Guy to get a divorce.

- Commanding officers don't divorce. - So why did she abandon us?

- Even Mark. - Because your mother is selfish.

Mum...

- That was my fault. - Guy...

What? Jan deserves an honest answer.

That was my fault.

I gave Louise two options. She could leave, but you boys would stay.

Or she could stay.

And she left?

Right.

Your turn, dad.

Right.

For years, dad had been lying to us. And we foolishly believed him.

The major had chased our mother away. And now he chased me away.

What was I still doing here?

I had to leave the CDI, leave the state police, leave Cathy, leave my father.

I had to leave for Bali.

The chemist had made a new haul of coke. Mrs De Bakker would fund my retirement.

I only needed someone to help me seal the deal, so as not to alert Mrs De Bakker.

Paul was ideal, the only one I could still trust.

This was his chance to play along with the big boys.

But the thing was... Paul wasn't in the loop.

What's this?

We're meeting up with friends.

- That's that Dutch woman. - Yep, and she's working for us now.

You shut up, I'll do the talking. Got it?

Hi.

- Hi. - A colleague.

- 15 kilos? - Same quality, I presume.

The pace is really picking up suddenly.

As agreed with Bob?

There you go.

Paul...

Paul.

Paul.

Paul.

Look at me. Paul. Paul.

What the fuck?

- What's that? - Money.

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

You're not much use, are you?