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INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS

-What's this?
-Anyone upstairs?

No, only Gokhan.

Stay here.

-Kitchen is clear.
-Fuck.

No, no, no!

Umut! Umut, no! No!

Umut, no. Umut.

-Come.
-No, let me go! Umut!

You don't want to see him like this.
Let's go outside.

Nico, cop.

Could someone have poisoned him?

Hey.

Last night a man was shot dead
in his Rotterdam home.

The victim is 47-year-old Umut T.,

who had been working as an interpreter
for the police for many years.

The police are not releasing
any further information.

Umut T. is survived
by his wife and young son.

And now the weather forecast.
Today and tonight it's dry but cloudy

with a chance of some sunny spells.

Hey.

We're assuming Umut was murdered
on McCartney's orders.

But we can't prove it.

We're canvassing the neighborhood,
but there are no leads so far.

No suspicious vehicles. And nothing
to see on the security footage either.

We did find DNA in Umut's house.

It's been sent to the lab.
We're waiting for the results.

Oh, we're waiting.
Is that all we're doing? Waiting?

No, we're expanding
the wiretap investigation.

We're tapping Frank Peeters
and monitoring Yaqub.

And he'll lead us to Lennon and McCartney.
Don't summarize what I already know.

-I'm trying to…
-Should I give you a summary?

You're getting nowhere.

Madam Mayor, I assure you
my people are doing…

Mister De Geeter.

Paul. Call me
when you actually have something.

Yes, Mrs. Limon.

Well… Back to work, please. Go on.

Thanks.

Where were you? I called.

Can we talk? Privately?

Goddamn it.

You're sure you didn't tell him anything?
It's okay, but I need to know.

No, of course not.

Don't talk to anyone about this,
not even Meryem.

First we need to find out
if he has anyone else in his pocket.

Why didn't you say something sooner?

He said that if I told anyone about it,

he'd hurt Caro. Or the baby.

It'll be alright.

You don't know who it is?

No.

But I know exactly
where and when I last saw him.

Later, much later. Fast-forward, come on.

Ah, found him.

We know that guy.

And that's why you're here,
and that's why we're here.

So, Andy, you thought,
I'm going to work for the police.

Apply for the job.
Then I'll be close to the source.

-But that didn't work out.
-Yeah, I guess I wasn't dumb enough.

Funny.

And? Is it a thriving business?

Being an information broker
for the gangsters?

Who are you selling to?

Why am I really here?

Because of that dead dog of course.

Because of that stupid mutt.
Yes, because of that fucking animal.

Fucking asshole!

Can you finally to tell me
what's going on?

Who's that guy that was brought in here?

-Why haven't you said anything all day?
-I'm not allowed to, okay?

I'll ask one last time.
Who are you selling information to?

McCartney?

You really are a bunch of fucking losers.
A bunch of fucking losers.

-Who are you selling to?
-I don't know anything.

Listen, you sad junkie. I'll leave
you to rot in here for 24 hours.

Do you want to go through withdrawal?
Come on then, talk.

I sell to Frank Peeters. To Frank Peeters.

Frank Peeters is a member of The Beatles.
He works with Lennon.

-Ringo Starr.
-Let go of me.

What the fuck?

-What do you know about Frank Peeters?
-Nothing. I don't ask questions, I sell.

I only sell.

What the fuck?

We got anything yet?

Anything on Peeters?

No, it's just
his wife's nail salon chatter.

Manicure, pedicure, waxing,
which nail color…

Anthony. Shut up, keep digging.

Frank is a Beatle, so keep looking.
Has Yaqub said anything about McCartney?

No, nothing yet.

Christ, guys, come on!

If you have to, listen to it all again,
see if you missed anything.

RECORDINGS YAQUB
NOT RELEVANT

No worries.

She said the sauce would be spicy,
but it was just sriracha or something.

I knew he would score. Didn't I tell you?

He's an awesome striker.

Yes, I know, but I have to be
at the golf club at three.

I get what you're saying.

But the contract is clear.

It's the seller's responsibility
to ask for the reports.

Yes.

Yes, we've supplied all the documents.
Everything is clearly explained in those.

Yes. Yes, of course.

-Do you hear that too?
-What do you mean?

Try to imagine Yaqub's not there.

If you don't focus on him,
there's something in the background.

-Okay.
-Ready?

Yes.

Yes, we've supplied all the documents.
Everything is clearly explained in those.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Stop.

I think I recognized a name.
I'll rewind, and we'll listen again.

-Alright?
-Okay.

-Try to translate it all.
-Yes.

I hardly recognize you anymore.
Why are you so worried?

Things are getting out of hand.

McCartney wants to kill that Umut guy
to shut him up.

That interpreter?

And he's not the only one.

His patience has run out.
He wants to kill Lennon too.

McCartney wants to make a statement.

So that no one else
tries to fuck with him.

And who's doing that?

Those bikers. The usual suspects.

Sunday evening.

-In a public place.
-Naima?

Call the notary. Beukelaers.
And put him through immediately.

What day is today?

Today's Tuesday.

So we have five days to prevent McCartney
from killing Lennon. So…

So, just to get it straight:

We don't know the guy behind the hit,
nor the target,

and we don't know
who those biker hitmen are.

We don't know the place,
and if we don't find them,

they'll empty a Kalashnikov
on a crowded square.

Something like the recent attack
on that girl, Amaya?

We're on a roll, guys.

Yeah, Tess…

Wait a second.

So…

Yaqub. If he's McCartney's right-hand man,
they have to talk at some point, right?

Why haven't they been in touch yet?
What are we missing?

How do we find Lennon?

Is there really nothing on Lennon
in Frank Peeter's wiretaps?

No, nothing. He's very careful.

-He weighs his words, and on the phone…
-Noise!

Maybe we should try making some noise.

I'm sorry, but what is noise?

We're going to make Frank nervous.

Leak information so he'll start
making calls and lead us to Lennon.

We once made a death list
and left it lying around a bar.

Our wiretaps exploded. We were able
to arrest around 20 important dealers.

But…

what are we leaking to Frank, and how?

I have an idea.

-Goddamn it!
-If you weren't a cop, I'd try my luck.

Shut up. The only thing
you need to know is our backstory.

Yes, you're a whore. You're my girlfriend,
and Roman is your client.

We pressured him to make him talk,
and if he doesn't, we tell his girlfriend.

When you aren't snorting,
you're not a complete moron.

I wish I'd had more input
in the backstory.

-Now they'll think I pay for…
-Dude.

AIVY NAILS
VENTILATED ROOM

-So you also do hair removal?
-Yes.

That's a nice idea, right?
It's nice for your clients as well.

A pretty Brazilian wax.
Do you know what that is?

But please leave some hair,
she's not a kid. And I'm not a pedophile.

-Yeah, maybe next time.
-Ten thousand euros.

For what the blind guy can tell me.

Okay, tell him. Come on.

Come on, talk,
or we'll tell your girlfriend everything.

Talk. Good man.

For a few weeks now
I've been working at the wiretapping…

I don't care about your life story.
Just tell me what I need to know.

I heard that you work
with someone called John Lennon.

They don't know who that is.

But he allegedly stole
a container of drugs.

And he's about to leave for Dubai
with all the money.

Without you. That's all I know.

That seems sufficient for 10,000 euros.
Thank you.

See you soon maybe. I might get waxed.
Let's go.

Fuck!

That went pretty well, didn't it?

I don't want to brag, but I think I have
a knack for this undercover stuff.

Maybe I could come work with you guys,
for the police.

I don't have a degree or anything,
but neither does he.

And he works there anyway, so why can't I?

Roman!

-What the fuck?
-That was for Sam, bastard!

I'm bleeding. What the fuck, dude?

Fuck.

Blind motherfucker.

Hey. Pretty impressive
you knew where to hit.

I should be saying
that this is out of line, okay?

Sweetie. Sweetie. Sweetie.

-Hey, what's up?
-Hey, where are you?

Well… At work.

Rom, I'm waiting for you.

-The class starts in 20 minutes.
-I'm not going to make it.

But I…

I explicitly told you. I canceled clients.
We agreed to go.

I'm sorry. Okay?

I'm very busy, I have to go.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Are you alright?

Nico said that Sam is dead.

And that Andy had something to do with it.

Yes, he wanted information
about the investigation.

I didn't give it to him,
so he poisoned Sam.

That bastard killed my dog.

Can you believe it?

Why didn't you tell me?

Guys, Frank had a conversation
I think is important.

The two numbers
have been in contact before,

-but we were never able to listen in. So…
-Yes, just play the clip, downer.

What did I say? Less contact.
This line isn't secure.

I heard you tried to fuck me over,
and are about to leave with my money.

-Says who?
-Andy.

Andy would say anything,
as long as he gets his coke.

Is it true or not?

Cut the crap. We've got enough trouble
with those Uzbeks.

You're letting him get to you.
And no more contact.

And that's how noise works.

Using cell tower triangulation we were
able to determine his exact location.

And before you ask,
"What's triangulation?"

There are over 16,000 cell phone towers,

which transmit in three quadrants,
so to speak…

It's a triangle, and he's inside of it.
Hurry up.

Like Nico says,
our target is situated inside a triangle.

-Get on with it, man.
-And that triangle has been located…

-In Hook of Holland.
-Yes.

And how are you going to find Lennon?
It's a pretty big area.

This is an IMSI catcher.

It's a mobile cell tower, which can
replace a large tower if we shut it down.

And then his phone signal
is sent to this box,

allowing us to locate him
to the nearest yard.

What if Lennon's phone is switched off?

Great question. That doesn't matter.

We can send stealth texts
without him noticing…

Class is over. Chief, we leaving?

Yes. Roman, Meryem,
you guys focus on Yaqub.

Tess, come on, hurry.

-The instructions are in the lid.
-Great.

HOOK OF HOLLAND

Do you think Roman and Meryem…

Hey, can you turn down
that godawful noise?

Thank you. What I was saying:

Do you guys think Roman and Meryem
used to be a couple?

-You think so?
-Something happened between those two.

I never notice that kind of stuff.

Well, that says a lot about your skills
as a police officer.

They're a terrible match.

He has a big mouth.

And she's a bit of a… wallflower.

You know what they say. Love is blind.

-Tess.
-Okay…

Lennon's phone signal is coming
from the terrace of beach bar Paradiso.

-Arrest team, ready for the arrest?
-We're ready. Over.

Wait for my signal.
Stay out of sight and stand by. Over.

Copy.

How far is it?

Lennon is 253 feet away.

Okay. We'll take that side?

-Come on, let's go.
-Yes.

-Can you hear me?
-Loud and clear.

Arrest team is standing by on the beach.

Okay, we're in position.

AT ready for action.

DISTANCE: 69 FEET

Sixty-five feet.

DISTANCE: 15 FEET

That's him, right?

We have a visual.
The description is as follows:

Male with curly hair, beige jacket,
blue shirt. Corner sofa.

-Proceed to arrest.
-Okay. Showtime.

Attention, everyone.
He may be armed and dangerous.

POLICE

-Police!
-You're under arrest! Show us your hands!

-Show us your hands!
-Go away!

-Hands down.
-Spread your arms.

Stop. Cut it out, man. What is this?

You're under arrest for drug trafficking
and belonging to a criminal organization.

-Take him away.
-Get up.

Stop it.

Hey, that hurts.

Look at that. There we go.

We might as well get some ice cream.

-Your treat.
-No way.

-Suus is paying.
-Ice cream.

Cheese croquettes.

-Nice one, boys.
-Are we grabbing a bite?

Are we going to grab a bite?

-What is it?
-Something's wrong.

DISTANCE: 50 FEET

It's further away now.

Check if he has another phone on him.

No other phone was found
during the search.

Crap!

Let him go, guys. It's not him.

-Say you're sorry.
-Copy. Over.

Now what, chief?

I'll go see Frank again.
Maybe I can get something out of him.

CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS

Fuck, you've got to be kidding me.

ERASMUS HOSPITAL
MAIN ENTRANCE

Here you go.

-Thank you.
-How is it going?

-Good.
-Yes?

We can go home next week.

Amaya's eyesight
is not going to get better.

I don't know what that will be like.

Bryan is mad all the time. I don't…
I don't know how we're going to…

handle this.

Not that I don't appreciate it,
but why are you here every day?

Or do you just really like bringing coffee
to people in need?

No.

No, I…

My brother is here.

Drugs.

-It's a long story.
-Okay.

I'm sorry, but you could've
at least let me know.

And I really didn't like
the way you spoke to me.

I know.

You miss him, don't you?

Shouldn't you take a few days off?

That's not an option.
They need me at work.

I understand, but…

maybe you should think
about yourself as well.

And about us.

-Hey.
-What are you doing here?

You're not answering my messages
so I wanted to check in.

See if everything's okay.

If everything's okay?

Of course everything is not okay.

If there's anything I can do…

What do you want from me?

You want me to forgive you
so you can move on?

To say, "You said you'd protect us,
but mistakes happen, no problem"?

Get lost, man.

Hey.

Not now.

VETERINARY CLINIC MAASSLUIS

And what was twelve minus five again?
I forgot.

-Seven, Dad.
-Very good. You could come work for me.

Rom?

Giddy-up, horsey!

-Yaqub, hurry up, you're late for golf.
-Alright.

-Fine. I'll see you at the ninth hole.
-Daddy.

-Two o'clock at the club.
-Daddy.

-Hurry up, you're late for golf.
-Alright.

Sweetheart, can you try on
those new golf shoes?

Blue. I'm going to stand out.

-I'll see you at the ninth hole.
-Daddy.

-Honey, leave Daddy alone.
-Daddy.

Rom, it's five a.m.

What are you doing?

-Sweetie, are you okay?
-I am.

Come, let's go to bed.

-I have to go somewhere.
-What?

Now?

Rom?

POLICE

We traced the motorcycle
and got a match on the DNA.

Meet Ilyos Eshonov
and Sherzod Turq'unboyev

from the German-Uzbek biker gang
The German Scorpios.

They carried out the attack on Amaya
and are probably killing Lennon.

The Germans are keeping an eye on them,
but won't move until McCartney's arrest.

Nico!

Sleep well?

Yaqub can't play golf.

Good to know.

I heard on the wiretap he's been golfing
at least five times this week.

I went to his club this morning.
I asked about Yaqub.

They were making fun of him.
Yaqub is a worse golf player than me.

So why does he spend so much time
on the golf course?

Exactly.

Why did the Las Vegas mafia always meet
in the desert when they wanted to talk?

Because you can't eavesdrop in the desert.

And the golf club is to our Beatles
what the desert was to the mafia.

Alright.

This is Yaqub Nurmatov,
McCartney's right-hand man.

He uses the golf club
to meet with international criminals.

We requested the club's security footage
and identified a number of people.

The Pecina cartel from Colombia.
They produce coke.

The Pavlovic family. They control the coke
market in Central and Eastern Europe.

And the Paolinis, Neapolitans,
hardcore Italian mafia.

That's great, but is McCartney among them?

No, but starting this afternoon,
we can listen in on Nurmatov playing golf.

-Is the sound okay?
-Yes, fine.

Roman.

Goofy golfers get great goodies.

Nice. Did you make that up?

What time is Yaqub's first meeting?

In 45 minutes.
And he has one this afternoon.

Let's go.

Good luck.

Will you call him?

Who are they calling?

Is the line secure?

The line is secure.

Wait, I'll go outside.

What exactly is the problem?

He wants the purchase value,
but that's only 18 for him.

I understand.

But we can take advantage of this
to avoid risk.

And? What can you tell us about him?

The speaker phone quality is very poor.
I don't know what to make of it.

-Listen to it again.
-Okay.

He's old. Sixty, seventy.
That's all I know, sorry.

And he speaks a dialect
from the Tashkent region.

Roman, we have four days left.

Can you hear where he is?
Any information about his location?

And?

We should separate McCartney's voice
from the sound of the golf course.

-Okay. Is that possible?
-No clue.

There's a new clip of McCartney.
He and Yaqub have been in touch. So…

Speaker.

Is the line secure?

The line is secure.

Apparently Ringo left for Thailand.

Okay, and Lennon?

He should still be in Hook of Holland.

But we're not sure
if he'll panic and leave as well.

Move everything up.

That traitor has to die.

"Move everything up"? What does that mean?

Goddamn it.

Hello?

They left.

How long is the drive?

Seven hours.

LENNON MURDER

NEXT TIME

You're letting two maniacs
drive around with dynamite.

The decision has been made.

Everyone expects a fucking miracle
from me. I can't work magic.

Come on, Roman, I need more.

Fuck, it's wrong!

Will you say sorry again when people
are dying? I told you he'd be trouble.