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This is a true story.

But eighties cops are not really known for their reliability.

So, as true as possible.

Jan.

Look at the state of you.

Is that blood?

You will get your story, but not yet. - What if I forget about my story?

I quit writing about the CDI.

You quit whatever you're involved in and get out of here.

Will you come along?

It's too late for that.

I'll be in touch when I'm done. - Jan.

Trafficking drugs, weapons, murders...

Anyone who is in the least bit involved

needs to be on this tape recording.

Especially Denil and Barbier talking about those bodies.

Why don't you talk about when you gunned down the Lebanese guy?

Go on, say it.

Say what?

I fucked up again. That is why I'm here, right?

I need to know if you have blood on your hands.

I did not kill anyone, if that's what you mean.

Fine. If you can provide evidence against your colleagues,

I'll talk to prosecutor Serclaes about a possible arrangement for you.

Right, ratting on colleagues. I thought that wasn't done in the state police.

Denil and Barbier stopped being colleagues a while back.

Gantois should never have allowed this to happen.

Collaborating with criminals, you mean?

Yes.

He is not the only one here.

Yes, my dad. He was the one being blackmailed by Chamoun.

How did you know Chamoun was by the canal?

I tapped his family's phones.

So why keep tailing him?

You let him go, but kept him under surveillance?

Put your shirt back on.

I requested it. - Surprise, surprise.

Prosecutor Serclaes had to let Chamoun go because of...

that business between the CDI and the BOB.

Everyone wanted him back in jail as soon as possible.

Is that right? - Of course it is.

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

You really think so? Nothing will be fine.

Jan.

Jan.

What was all that about?

We found pictures at Chamoun's.

Pictures of you.

Chamoun was blackmailing you, so you released him.

What could I do?

Maybe for once admit your true colours? None of this would have happened. But no.

You're just the same as Gantois.

A bunch of hypocrites.

So where are those pictures now?

What do you think?

Vic and Franky won't hesitate to use them against you if you don't cooperate.

Now you get why it won't be fine?

Oh, God...

EVERYTHING SPIC-AND-SPAN

Ferette only cared about getting Vic and Franky

and make sure the state police seemed clean. Bunch of hypocrites.

The plan was simple. Do what it took to make Ferette think I did a good job.

And also, lie to Vic and Franky.

Did you have a good night's sleep?

Everything OK?

It's just what we got up to last night.

Are we OK? Did you sort it?

They're both six feet under, if that's what you mean.

And you?

Everything spic-and-span.

What if they start looking for them?

Who are "they"?

Family, friends. - They can look.

If you did your part correctly.

A drugs dealer has disappeared. Everyone thinks he left for Lebanon.

I would not worry.

What about the other guy? The one you tortured?

Don't break your little head. Leave the thinking to us.

Look.

There we have Mrs De Bakker.

It is all there. Fifteen kilos.

We got the money back. Everything has been paid.

We are square.

And the Lebanese guy?

I think he has gone on holiday.

We just continue, I presume?

Right. - Great.

How is your buddy?

He is alive.

Paul is just fine.

I am glad to hear it.

Right. Will you give my regards to Bob?

Sure will. - Bye.

Why are you being so negative?

What?

You look like you have shat your pants.

I keep thinking what happened to Paul here.

What?

They are six feet under, if that's what you mean.

And you? - Everything spic-and-span.

What if they start looking for them? - Who' are "they"?

Everything has been paid. We are square.

And the Lebanese guy? - He has gone on holiday.

Did they say anything I can use against them?

They are talking about the drugs.

And the murders?

No, nothing yet.

But that is what I asked for.

I tried, but they don't want to talk about it.

Question is: Will they ever?

Yes, of course. - Really?

Maybe I was wrong about you.

I have only just started. I need more time.

What was this morning about? - What?

That business with your dad.

What business? - You know what I mean.

I don't know what you're on about. You should ask the major.

I am asking you.

I know your kind, Laureys.

Don't think you can keep messing me around.

Your dad may want to save your neck, but frankly I don't really care.

You make sure you get Denil and Barbier on tape about those murders.

Or else...

I will have to use what I've got.

OK, so Ferette was not as stupid as he looked. I would have to try harder.

Get in.

Put this bag over your head.

What?

I told you to put that bag over your head.

Vic, why should I put... - Put the bag over your head.

Now.

Where are we? - Shut up.

I haven't done anything. - Stay calm.

Franky. Vic. I haven't done anything.

Guys, please.

Vic, I'm begging you. Please untie me.

I can explain.

I couldn't help...

Come on, Jan. Give us a smile.

Vic, what are we doing here? - What are we...? What?

Come on, man. Jan, really.

That business with Paul has changed you.

Relax a little. Let yourself go.

You will take care of him, right, Nathalie?

Don't undo these until he's smiled. - Do your best.

Not right now. OK?

Stop.

I beg you. Please stop.

You have to stop. OK?

Come on. Not now, OK? Really.

I'm not feeling so well.

Nathalie, stop.

Stop. Don't touch my shirt. Leave me alone. Stop it.

I can explain.

Goddammit.

It's not what it seems. Nathalie, wait.

You can't leave me hanging here. You know me.

OK.

Thank you.

Let me go. - Listen to me.

Listen up. Just give me one minute.

Please.

You cannot tell Vic and Franky. OK?

They will kill me. Right in front of you.

I knew things would go south.

I offered Nathalie money, but she refused. She didn't want to get involved.

There he is.

The only way forward was to continue pretending nothing was wrong.

Just get trashed with Vic and Franky. And pray Nathalie would keep her mouth shut.

A nice hamper.

The commander sent it.

He didn't even bring it himself.

I am sorry, Paul.

Franky is an ass. What he said about your mum.

They're going to kick me out.

Out of the CDI. Out of the state police.

"Improper use of service gun" is the declaration I signed.

Because I am at fault, I won't get compensation.

My life is fucked and they send some fruit.

Why did you take me along?

I don't...

If I had known, Paul, I would never...

I wish I had been killed.

I wish I had been...

You shouldn't say that. - I can't afford to be crippled.

I have to look after my mother, not the other way around.

Don't you get it. What can I do?

I will help you financially... - You?

Yes, me. I have a plan which can make us a lot...

I don't want your drugs money. - Do you want to take care of your mum?

I will make sure you can.

OK?

I promise you.

I was going to act on that promise.

I had to get away. Get away from my dad, from Vic and Franky. Away from Ferette.

They all tried turning me into something I am not.

I am not a cop. I am not a criminal.

And I am definitely not a rat.

Yes, well done. - This is a good one.

Careful.

Yes. - Yes. Yippee.

There. Hey, Jan.

And... Are you winning?

Come on, little one.

Gran. - My boy.

Will you join us? - Sure.

I'm going to beat your ass. - Are you?

Good job, brother.

That's it. - Here you go.

That's the one. Good, go on.

There. - Go on, little one. Your turn.

Stop dreaming.

Little one. Stupid.

Come on, another game. - No. No way. You have to go to bed.

Come on. - It is past your bedtime.

It's OK, Mark.

I will take him up. - OK. Great.

Come on. - Yes, little one.

Good boy. You listen to me.

Right, come on.

Right, let's get you tucked in.

Shall I sit with you a while?

Jan, I can speak Italian. - Really?

Mum taught me. - OK. So what can you say?

Ti amo.

Do you know what it means?

Yes.

I love you.

Ti amo, Mark.

In Italian, Mark is Marco.

Ti amo, Marco. Sleepo tighto, Marco.

That' s not Italian. - No, but it's what you should do now.

Jan.

Will you come back tomorrow for another game of Jenga?

Go to sleep now.

He's all tucked in.

I'm off.

Hold on.

What's wrong?

How are you?

I am fine. Why do you ask?

Right, what has the major been saying?

Nothing. That is my worry.

He doesn't talk but I can tell something is wrong.

With him? - No, with you.

Are you in trouble again?

Gran, please. - Are you on drugs again?

I am sorry.

About what?

Everything. All that fighting because of me. It won't happen again.

What is wrong, Jan?

You sound funny.

Gran...

Don't be afraid.

It will all be fine.

It really will. I can feel it.

OK?

Right. See you soon.

Good morning, deputy chief. Did you sleep well?

I did.

Laureys? You're early.

Yes.

You didn't turn up for your medical check last week.

Your drugs test? Last week?

Right. I had a lot of paperwork after the raid.

That's why.

Right.

You better go now then.

Felix. - Commander.

What is up, officer? - That drugs test.

Yes? - It is a problem.

What are you trying to tell me? - Exactly what I said, commander.

You know the deal. - If I test positive, I'm fired.

A cop in the drugs division who's doing drugs himself?

What will people say?

What will my dad and colonel Verpoest say? The CDI is in trouble again?

I reckon if we make an effort,

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

Don't you think?

How do I go about this?

With great care, commander.

I left something in my car.

Goddammit.

Laureys.

Thank you, commander. - Don't think you're getting off lightly.

I expect your request for a transfer. - But...

Am I being clear?

Very clear, commander.

Can we keep this quiet until after the weekend?

I got rid of that shit.

Of that shit as well.

Goddammit, fucking kid.

Now I just had to become Ferdinand Verbiest.

And to give Cathy the story I promised her.

No, I was not a rat. But I felt Vic and Franky had to be stopped.

They deserved punishment. I spilled it all.

About Bob, the weapons, the coke, and what really went too far for me,

the murders.

You have to turn yourself in.

Forget it.

You need to tell my dad what you just told me.

You have your story. That was the deal.

People have died. - Through my fault?

Those guys can't get away with it. - What can I do?

Be a witness for the prosecution.

You know they will find a way to cover up, make the evidence go away.

But they can't if you testify. - And I end up in jail.

I was there, Cathy.

The killings.

Whether I like it or not, I am an accomplice.

We had a deal. I kept my end.

Mr Verbiest.

I am sorry to ask you, but you seem very young for 57 years of age.

I often get that remark. It runs in the family.

But...

it seems like it runs in your family too.

I can't believe that someone who barely looks 30, has a managerial position here.

All the documents are in order?

Yes, they are.

Thank you.

This is your full account balance.

3,745,800 Belgian francs.

OK.

Will you take it like that?

Do you have a bag for me?

Thank you.

Call me.

Thank you for your impeccable service.

My pleasure.

Have a nice day. - You too.

Maybe things aren't turning out the way you wanted them to.

If I turn myself in, only one person goes down. That would be me.

Shall I take you to the station?

No?

Didn't you want to leave?

Franky.

Nathalie. What are you doing here?

Little Nathalie could not keep her mouth shut and took a side.

It is Jan. - What?

When I was with him yesterday, I found a recording device on him.

What? Are you sure?

My flirting blew up in my face. In Luxembourg as well.

Hello, Bank of Luxembourg.

I am calling regarding a Mr Verbiest who left his passport behind.

Franky didn't take it well, when he found out I didn't just tape our conversations,

but also ran off with all the money.

I told you so.

What about you?

I have plenty.

Off to your island?

Yes.

Paul.

Thanks, Jan.

I am sorry, Paul.

Deneus. A guy Vic and Franky hired to tail Cathy.

He wasn't here for a hip replacement.

Cathy, we need to get out of here.

What did you expect?

Franky is not happy.

Follow me.

Vic is alright, but Franky...

He's crazy. He is a psychopath.

Nathalie didn't see your dick, but she did see a recorder.

Franky...

Come on. I didn't mean it like that.

Franky. Put that piece away. Come on. Franky.

Jan...

Who for?

Who for?

Should I move it to her head?

Franky. Stop it. Act normal. She has nothing to do with it. Franky.

Jan. Keep your head cool.

One last time.

Who for?

No.

Stop.

Stop.

What the fuck is going on in here?

So, let's do something useful. - Franky.

He will be back.