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This is a true story.

Franky, cut it out. She is not involved.

Franky. Franky. Hey.

Go.

But eighties cops are not really known for their reliability.

So, as true as possible.

My colleagues know.

It will all be published. Everyone will know. Everything.

Published? In your little paper?

Nothing burns quite like newspaper does.

Nathalie saw your recording device. I'm asking one last time.

Who was it for?

Just tell them.

Jan, tell me.

Go on. Spill it.

Tell them.

For Ferette.

Ferette?

Tell me it's not Ferette. Tell me it's not him.

Goddammit, Franky.

Bob won't be happy, if we don't have the money.

He swore, Vic. That he was on our side.

He would do whatever it took.

I know. I know. Put your gun away.

Does that not count anymore? - I know, Franky.

No. - Goddammit.

What the fuck is going on in here?

Can't Ferette help us out?

Is he tracking this location?

I don't know, Cathy.

But he knows about this place? - Yes, he does.

He could be waiting just outside? - Yes, Cathy, he could.

Maybe that's what we should make them believe.

So...

You got busted by this Ferette guy while you were burying the bodies.

How did that happen? - Look.

He was watching this Lebanese guy for my father.

When I left, he followed me.

That's when you decided to rat out your friends?

I didn't rat out anyone.

You were wearing a microphone. - He forced me. I had no choice.

Can I shoot him?

Ferette is outside.

What's that about Ferette?

Ferette is watching.

Outside.

If he's outside, why hasn't he busted in yet?

Because he doesn't know you found out about me yet.

From his point of view, coming to this place is just business as usual.

Close the door.

Let's assume he's telling the truth. It's time we played our ace card.

The kid's father.

Do you still have those pictures of him doing the dirty?

I'm not sure that's going to stop Ferette.

He outranks the guy.

Plus his son's life is at stake. - It doesn't matter.

Then I'll go find him and we can work something out.

You're leaving us then?

I can hardly broker a deal if I stay here.

What about us?

Sit tight. Keep a lid on the situation until I get back.

You don't trust me, Vic?

Sure.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Okay, Bob.

Okay, Bob.

Vic, he's not abandoning us.

Chicos, what's up? - Shut up.

Ya, ya.

What if he doesn't get back? - He will come back.

Right, but what happens if he doesn't?

He will be back.

Things are touchy there.

Vic does not seem to like that American.

That could help us.

How so?

Make them more nervous. - I'm not sure that's such a great idea.

Making Franky more nervous.

Not a great idea.

You do realise the American is not coming back?

He's CIA. You know damn well how they operate.

Has he been selling any drugs?

Has he used any violence?

Of course he hasn't.

Those guys keep their hands clean. He knows there are too many witnesses.

This is it.

He'll be on a plane back within the hour. - Shut your mouth.

He's gone. He's leaving you behind for Ferette.

Shut up, I said. - Let me guess.

He was going to take care of it. - She doesn't mean it. Franky, calm down.

You can hit around all you like, but she has a point.

Vic. Are you also letting this chick fuck with you? Come on.

That bitch is talking shit.

He won't be coming back.

Quit whining.

Sorry.

It seems to be working.

Yeah... Great.

I'm going to try something else.

Why? Do I have too many teeth left?

We'll give them the money if they let us go.

No, the money's mine. - It's no good if you're dead.

They'll just shoot me when they find it.

Hey.

Does your boyfriend want another beating? - I have a proposition.

Yeah right. Shut up. - A proposition? Tell me.

Cathy, shut up. - Shut up.

The money on the account in Luxembourg is enough to start over abroad.

You'll get the money...

if you promise to let us go.

That money is ours, Vic. We don't make deals.

We'll find it.

If Ferette doesn't bust in. - Shut up about Ferette.

I don't want to hear his name. - The longer we stay here,

the more likely he'll get us. We can still leave.

I'm not running for that bastard.

That's it.

Come on, Franky.

Quit your whining, Vic.

We wait here for Bob.

Deal.

Where is my son?

He's safe.

For now.

What do you want from me? - I want you to help me keep him safe.

I mean that. Jan fucked up, but I don't want to see him get hurt.

Neither do you.

Is this why you chose him?

I liked him.

I thought he had potential. - You knew he was my son.

Yeah.

Maybe.

For you, we, the state police, are just...

a bunch of useful idiots.

That pretty much sums it up.

So tell me: what do you want from me?

If nobody will tell me what's going on,

can you at least tell me how long we'll be stuck here?

Shut up. - No, you shut up, asshole.

Didn't you hear me? Shut up.

You don't tell me what to do. I don't work for you, nor the Yankee.

I work for the free people of Nicaragua. - Shut up.

Shut up. - Bob has been gone for a few hours now.

You want to find that money?

Don't you?

So, let's do something useful.

I'm going to ask nicely, one more time. Where is our money?

No?

No, Franky. - Don't worry. You're next.

You know where our money is. - I never said I did.

Didn't you?

Franky, stop it, please.

Where is our money? - Franky.

Jan hid it away. He hid it.

Jan, you tell us then.

Forget it. - Fuck you.

Jan wants to draw blood. - Please, no.

Her mouth, Jan?

Or her pretty little nose?

Okay.

The money's at my grandmother's. In her greenhouse.

I swear.

In the greenhouse.

You want me to believe that? - Really. It's true.

Franky, it's the fucking truth. I tell you.

Asshole.

Put that knife away. There's no need.

Franky. Come on, Franky. Let's see if the money is there.

We've got time. - No, we don't.

Give me the car keys. I will go and check whether the money is there.

We wait for Bob, here. - Bob? He has left, Franky.

He has abandoned ship. If you don't believe me, call the Major.

He can tell us whether Bob has been there. Shall we do that?

OK. Jan, what's your pop's number?

Jan. - Four, six, six, zero, thirty, seventy.

Shall we call? - Vic.

Give me your car keys, Franky. I will check whether the money is there.

Are you coming?

Luis. - What?

We will be back.

Watch them.

Get out.

Goddammit.

Luis.

The police knows about our drug trafficking.

The police? - Yes.

But you are a cop.

No.

Different police division. They will arrest us all.

Please.

Did Bob send you? Did he?

He paid me a visit at the barracks.

See? What did I tell you?

Bob will not abandon us. - What did Bob tell you?

I have to find out whether Ferette is keeping an eye on this place.

I have to force him to stop his investigation.

And?

I couldn't get hold of him. - So?

So I don't know whether this address is under surveillance.

And where is Bob?

He left.

Where to? - He didn't say. My guess, back to the US.

Of course he went back to the US. He is gone.

Why do you think he has left?

I told him I wasn't going to force Ferette to stop his investigation.

What? - I won't let the state police be ruined

by criminals and scumbags like you.

You're not in charge here, faggot. We have your pictures.

You will do exactly as you're told.

Everyone will know who you really are. - I don't care anymore.

Lower your duty weapon, superintendent. That's an order.

It's over. Ferette's team is on its way. It's over, Denil.

No, it's not. It's over when I say it is.

We have to get out of here. - I don't run.

What? Do you want to go to jail? Let's take the money and run.

Are you also running away from this traitor?

After 28 years of duty?

Bring on Ferette. - Franky.

Enough, buddy. Ferette is driving you insane.

Okay? You can't think straight. I will do the thinking.

We are getting out of here.

Lick my balls.

Dad? No, dad.

Dad. No.

Vic. Untie me, please.

Vic, untie me please.

Vic, let me go. We have to go to the hospital.

Vic, he is still alive. We have to get him to the hospital.

The money is not at my granny's.

It is not there.

What? - She doesn't have a greenhouse.

Don't screw me around. - You get us to hospital,

I'll get you the money. - Goddammit. Where is the money?

He needs a hospital.

Where is the money?

We stopped near a bridge.

Just before we got to Brussels.

Jan hid it there, somewhere. I don't know where exactly. He went alone.

You will show me where the money is.

I will show you.

I promise. But take care of my dad first, please.

Vic, please.

Come on, Franky. Let's get out of here.

Stupid...

Go on. Move faster.

You, with me.

Get in. - What?

Get in.

Goddammit. - Vic. What are you doing?

You're driving.

Dad, dad. Stay awake.

Eyes on the road.

BOB. Hands up.

EMERGENCY

You have 15 seconds.

Five.

Ten.

I can't manage by myself. - Goddammit.

Come on then.

This is good enough. - We can't just leave him here.

They will find him.

Come on.

Get in.

Get in.

Goddammit.

Help. Help.

My dad is out there.

Jan.

Jan.

Fuck. Jan. Seriously. Don't run.

Goddammit. Fucking bastard.

Dammit, you little bastard.

Jan?

Jan?

Come on, Jan. You are no rat.

You are one of us.

This is pointless.

Cut out this crap.

Come on, Jan.

Cut it out.

Should I put a bullet through your girlfriend's head?

Help!

Jan!

That was it. Lights out. Case closed.

Why didn't I just travel on from Luxembourg?

But no. I insisted on coming back. For once I tried to do the right thing.

Colonel Verpoest was not amused by this new shitshow.

A huge number of cops were called in to get rid of any evidence

that would implicate the state police.

Sergeant Ferette was busy too.

Keeping my dad out of trouble to keep up appearances.

Not all cops could count on his mercy.

Gantois and Felix tried to save what they could.

But Ferette was determined on nailing them and the CDI.

That stain on the state police had to disappear forever.

I want every document. Each and every one.

And me? - Hello, little one.

I had a great guardian angel.

And a great surgeon. It helps.

All the shit came out. Mostly thanks to Cathy.

The Red Banner was no longer just some paper.

The chiefs of police had to work hard to save their image.

The most painful thing was not embarrassment about what happened

but embarrassment they got caught.

Who would take the blame?

One thing was for sure. Anyone but Bob.

Pleasure doing business with you.

He made new friends elsewhere to fight the communists.

You will like strawberries and ice cream.

The trial became a spectacular one.

The media jumped on Cathy's scoop and the people wanted blood.

Total family entertainment.

The state police was infallible.

Vic and Franky got blamed for whatever they could.

They would no longer protest or appeal.

It turned out the Belgian justice system was a match for the African one.

Here too, trickery had taken place.

Sanctions had to be taken, but without them really hurting the state police.

Gantois was promoted to some European advisory board.

Felix was demoted to officer and would sit out his time at the barracks of Virton.

They still needed one head to roll to make the sanctions seem real.

Guess whose?

Three years in prison of which one year effective minus detention.

A picnic after spending time in jail with rats.

Especially since the CDI money was still waiting for me somewhere.

Cathy would hold onto it until I got out.

Then, I could finally leave. Leave for Bali.

What?

Time on your hands?

You know I don't like surprises. What are we doing here?

Taking a look at your money. - More than just looking, I hope?

Then what?

Off to Bali.

How long will you keep that up? - How so?

Until all the money has gone. - How should I know?

And when you run out of money? - What?

What will you do then? - I will figure it out.

Hello Mr Laureys.

Who are they? - "I'll figure it out." That's your plan?

Cathy, quit playing games and give me my money already.

Misotten & Laureys PRIVATE DETECTIVES

Hello, partner.

What? - He's not in on it yet?

Mark, can you turn the music off?

Sorry, partner of?

We invested your money. - In a detective agency.

You spent all of it on a detective agency?

And you have your own computer.

Wait. All of it?

Yes, we invested it.

In something which offers long-term security.

You would only spend it on silly things. And it wasn't exactly yours.

Come on, Jan. Take it as an adventure. You'll have a good time.

And do something with your life, surrounded by your loved ones.

What do you think?

I really think this can work.

You think, Paul?

Forget it.

Come on, Jan.

Locked up for the rest of my days in a four by four unit,

investigating bad payers or men fooling around.

I told you.

What would I turn to? No idea.

What's up?

I picked up a few things from our good friend, el Quimico.

I should not waste that knowledge.

Mrs De Bakker needs to make a living.

It'll be temporary. Just a few deliveries.

No fuck-ups this time.

Promise.