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PREVIOUSLY ON CORDON

The virus will be detectable in the blood. Detectable. Testable.

I propose we use them both. The ELISA- and the Romidepsin-test.

Whoever tests two times negative, is certainly not infected.

Finally we can really do something.

Everyone who tests negative on both tests, gets acommodated in a transit zone.

I'm not convinced.

My team worked non-stop to search a solution.

With an extra buffer, a transit zone,

the World Health Organisation reacted positive about our plan

to evacuate a first group of healthy people out of the cordon.

We will get out.

Oh, yes. Finally fucking coke.

You can't hold her. - Do you have gloves?

Get out. - Gloves. No. No.

That's my... That's my baby. That's my baby.

His dirty hands over her whole body. And she didn't seem to mind.

You don't touch her. Okay?

Dennis?

Don't fight. There are only two left of us.

Nobody got sick since Herman blessed us.

Try to be open to it.

And now we will help you with the picking up of the deceased.

There's something else you can help us with.

Relief goods are free, yes?

I forgive you. - Yes.

It's not too late to convert yourself.

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I guess when they were handing out the muscles, you went for a piss.

Karl, leave it. If they want it for free they'll get it themselves.

Hey.

Now you're lucky my hands are busy.

Mom?

Ineke?

Honey, we searched so long. - Where is your baby?

They took her.

That bitch wants to keep her to herself.

If she doesn't give Elly back soon, I'll burn... I'll burn her damn house.

Come to the back. You need to rest.

Ho ho ho. She's as sick as a dog. You can see it. She has to go to the NIIDA.

Stay out of this, dude. - No. No. I'm not going to the NIIDA.

Honey, you have a fever. You're ill.

Come in. You need ice. Come in.

Won't happen. - Who are you?

She lives here.

She's staying.

She is staying.

Come.

But she stays in her room.

The preparations have started to install the transitzone,

Just outside the cordon. A perimeter has been set up...

Off we go. Off we go.

But it will cost blood, sweat and tears to make this right politically.

Our neighbours are not sweet.

EUROPE MUST ISOLATE BELGIUM

The double test happens inside the cordon.

in a bunch of test rooms near the gate.

Test rooms? - Yes, like changing rooms.

We'll figure out another name for the press.

In those rooms they await their outcome.

The healthy people can go to the transit zone via the gate.

A tent camp inside container walls. - Yes.

Because of his recent tracerecord I want to give the security

of your transit zone here to deputy chief Nald De Poorter.

Superintendent.

Oops. Did I say deputy chief? Maybe we need to keep that quiet for a while.

It seems like something for someone with more experience.

Do you have a reason why we shouldn't give that objective to Nald De Poorter?

You want a concrete reason?

I don't have it.

It is more of a gut feeling.

Now... I'll let you discuss the practical side.

One irregularity...

And?

Let us keep the security simple.

I'll be on one side in the testzone, you'll be on the other side

in the transit zone to welcome the lucky bastards.

If you do the security in the transit zone, you'll be tested first.

I need to ask this at home.

Lift up your arm.

Are you cold? - No.

Does it itch? - No, no.

You have to go, Idriss.

Idriss.

Then you are alone here. - Yes, so what?

We don't need you.

Besides, in a few days we'll be together in the transit zone.

If God wills it. - Stop acting like that.

What if you don't get through the test. - Make sure you get through first.

And how? Why wouldn't we get through?

You need to be completely healthy.

It seems like the test reacts to everything. To a cold, even.

We don't have a coild. There's nothing wrong with us. Idriss...

We'll see you there.

How did they get all this stuff here?

With a crane, Cannaerts.

We do the double test here in this mobile lab

but it will be repeated outside in an independent lab.

So you need to wait four hours. Okay?

Good luck.

Espoir.

Simple. Door's closing.

If you're lucky, the door behind you opens in four hours.

If you have bad luck, you'll see my face here.

So that will be double bad luck.

Idiot.

You're healthy you're free. You're sick, you stay.

It is... It's... obvious. It's rough, but it's fair.

Everyone can agree with that.

Ah. And why do our readers have to expect riots inside the cordon?

Because there's another way with the double test,

saying you're healthy but you need to stay inside anyways.

Because you can test 'undetermined'.

So to the first test you are... you're not sick and to the second, chief,

it seems like you have some kind of virus in your body.

That doesn't necessarily mean our virus, but a virus. Maybe it's innocent,

but no risks, so you stay inside. And in that group of undetermined, I predict misery.

Because they will see it as unfair, yes?

Because the human psyche doesn't know nuance in times of a crisis,

only black and white. - That's a very interesting theory

to a bachelorthesis in Behavioral Sciences,

but we have normal readers. So I don't think so.

Sir?

Hello?

Wow...

Dennis?

Dennis? Dennis?

Fuck off, man. Now you stay away.

Take that body away already. You can start. I'll come.

I was the only one who supporte you. I begged to let you in.

They didn't want to. I was furious. I ran away.

Yeah, you can do the same now. - Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait.

What, dude?

Did I tell you what crazy thing I did? You won't believe it.

I got to know a preacher.

Herman. Herman, the preacher. What a name. That's why I wear these clothes.

It's a long story, but he gave me the task

to transfer the ashes of the dead they conserve

in the cellar of the NIIDA in fucking jam pots,

to urns.

That's something you better don't ask me, Dennis.

I dropped them all.

Hohoho. Hohoho.

Hey, what's with all these white crosses on the ground?

Ah, just the empty houses where we've been,

we put a cross on the ground.

Stealing, Toon. Just stealing of people.

But old people too?

Fuck 'em.

Come, let's open another one.

Ho, wait. We need to get the bottles inside first.

Or they get too hot.

Okay. Yes, it's full.

Hey, what will you do with all those wines?

Watch out, I only take the best wines with me, man.

I already have 400, no, wait, 600 bottles or something.

When I get out of the cordon, I put them on some site

and I sell all that stuff.

Watch out, you can get easily 2,000 euros for a bottle.

You can start counting. Ah wait, throw it over there.

That's for Gabriela. She knows dudes who melt gold.

GabrieIa? - Oh right, you didn't see her yet.

If you saw her, dude, you don't know what's happening to you.

She has two of those jugs. They're like two bags.

Like you've never seen before in your life. Done.

Your wine or your life.

Come, give it here.

You don't want to know what people have in their houses, man.

Fuck, man.

The inhabitants of this street can apply tomorrow starting from 9:00

at the testing station in the Luikstraat.

Who passes the test, does not get a chance

to return to their home.

We ask you to only bring strictly necessary items.

The tests for the transit zone are organised by district.

I don't know what we have to do. I really don't know.

They speak about those tent camps on TV, but what with Elly then?

Maybe we can go ask them.

But then you can't return anymore.

Yes, but we can take a look.

And outside the cordon, where would we go? Our house is here.

Twelve years effective for a disagreement?

I'll be conditionally free if I'm nice.

For a disagreement?

My ex didn't agree with me pulling a knife through his chest.

But I did agree.

Okay. I can smuggle jewelery, cash and small antique in the transit.

Everything that's small and doesn't draw attention.

But no bottles of wine.

Are you serious? Come on, a few bottles.

They're too big, too heavy, and they make noise.

Okay, and we're good for the others? - Yes.

Okay, thank you. - And what if we put them between the urns?

If we just put the bottles between the urns.

Between the urns?

Gabriela, easy. Yeah, like that.

SOUTH ANTWERP Cordon- Day 41

These antivirals of the NIIDA don't seem to do much.

Shouldn't they work after an hour?

Is that all they gave you?

They only give one dose at a time.

And you didn't ask for more?

They want everyone to report every day

so they can track people.

I spoke with a nurse who knew Ineke.

They started very late with antivirals on her.

Mom. - She was already advanced.

She wants us to get Elly from aunt Micheline.

It is too dangerous.

Our Ineke doesn't have the notion.

She'll want to touch Elly.

Your last test wasn't good, right?

You... You keep a big distance from healthy patients.

You... only treat the infected.

My first test was negative. The second was positive. It's undetermined.

And besides, it doesn't matter. I would've stayed here anyways.

And you? Why don't you get tested? Four days and you're out of the cordon.

I'm needed here. - As what? As nurse?

I'm sorry, man. But I don't know where you got your license.

I never said I had a license.

You said you had years of experience in psychiatry.

Will you send me away?

It's not the moment to be picky now, is it.

Robert. - Is it carnaval, Chris?

Little chris, he's in the jam pot.

But Stijn Pauwels, is getting himself tested.

Yes, and Myriam too.

I have an Emiel Kuykens for you.

Here. It's the most beautiful body I could find.

Come on, Robert. The prisoners have to stay the longest in the cordon.

Didn't you hear it?

Gabriela...

I really won't waste my chances for a new process.

The inhabitants of this street

can report tomorrow to the test station starting from 9 o' clock.

May the Lord bless you and protect you for the challenge that awaits you.

You sleep here, or what? - Yes.

May the Lord bless you and protect you for the challenge that awaits you.

You're kidding me, right.

They're crazy. - May the Lord bless you...

I know what you're thinking, but he's special.

If you talk to him, you'll understand.

And that are those pots, or what?

That are the urns? En they all go back to the families?

Herman blesses them first.

Now, bonne chance, he, with the test. - Dennis...

Let him bless you.

I have other blessings in mind.

It's all about the details, Dennis.

Is Chris here? - He's already gone.

What, he's already gone? - We'll have more luck if we go separated.

Not without Chris.

With Chris, everything. Without Chris, nothing.

We're with the last ones.

The last will be the first, Toon.

Fuck. - Stay calm. This way.

You blessed me. You blessed me. Liar.

You blessed me.

Two.

Yes. Three.

Four.

Hey. - Hey.

Six.

Five.

Bye, Jokke.

Buddy.

Come, Quinten. See you there.

Eight.

Ten.

Yes.

The results of the first test are known after two hours.

If they are not good, you will be sent away.

If they are good, you remain inside.

The results of the second test are known after four hours.

I had better brought a watch.

I had better brought a watch.

The inhabitants of this street

can report tomorrow to the test station starting from 9 o' clock.

You can go.

No, you go.

No.

I'm staying with her.

I'm staying here. Yes? I'm staying here with her.

Eat my ass.

Fucking hell.

Hey, what's wrong.

Are you still here?

It's tomorrow, not now. Is that why you're crying?

Come here.

Here. This is for you. For when I'm gone.

Fuck, Denise. What does a chick like you with that fool?

Come with me, to the transit.... - I'm staying here for Ineke.

You drive me crazy. Do you know? What I wouldn't do for you...

Stay here then. Stay here. - What is left here for me?

The whole business is broken. And you... - Stay here.

Mom?

For god's sake...

Isn't it two hours already? It should be two hours.

Jokke.

She doesn't want to leave.

Open up.

Open up. - Ma'am, come on, out.

I want a new test. - Come on, get out.

Come on, I said. Come on. Fucking hell.

There are other people here.

Sir, please come this way. - Quinten?

Yeah?

Everything okay? - Yeah, yeah.

Two hours left.

Turn around your chair. - He, what?

Turn your chair to the other side. To the outside world.

We are blessed, Toon. Have faith.

Yes, that's better.

No, no, no, no.

Don't challenge fate. Don't challenge. Don't challenge.

Quinten?

Did you see my grandfather?

It's a man in a wheelchair with a woman of 26 with a headscarf.

No. No.

Come, this way.

Hey, fucking bitch.

Bitch.

Jana.

Bitch.

Thousands of protesters try to penetrate the crisis center.

They are protesting the eventual release of the people out of the cordon.

What do we have to think about this?

Are these just clashers or is it a fear that lives in the population?

Mr. Vertongen, you were there. - I was there.

These are regular people who enter the streets because they are furious,

because the government doesn't have attention for their anxiety.

The people are naive. They believe the media, the social...

These people are afraid, Mr. Duchamp. - And they are not properly informed.

The whole worldpress is not correctly... - The opposition is very focused...

Gentlemen, this is not how it works. Let Mr. Vertongen talk.

You will get a chance to react. Now Mr. Vertongen has the word.

Thank you, Mr. Wautrs. In the Times we read...

A reckless Belgian plan showing utter contempt for world health.

Do you understand English, Mr. Duchamp?

A reckless Belgian plan showing utter contempt for world health.

Mr. Duchamp says

that the transit plan is based on very advanced scientific research.

What research? 85 prominent scientists

signed a petition against the opening of the cordon.

They let them fool themselves by irrational fear, by politically stated motives.

And those 85, those are the irrational, scared, stupid scientists?

Scientists are only smart when they work for you.

No. - Yes, but, you will have to admit...

there are even two Nobelprize winners with them.

Finished, packed, with a bow tie around it.

I thought he started pretty good.

I'm worrying about these protests.

Yes.

Why?

Undetermined.

What's that? You're sick, or you're not sick. We're not sick.

Are you sick? And you? And you, are you sick?

We are healthy. Tested. And declared healthy.

Why is there a second test? I'll tell you why.

To give the politician's friends priority. That's why.

And it's always like that.

Apparently the Father has other plans for us.

What plans?

Plans inside the cordon.

You didn't pass the test, or what?

We weren't tested, Idriss.

What do you mean, you weren't tested? - Grandpa didn't want to.

He didn't want to leave the house. - God forgive me.

Idriss...

You're needed here.

I'll take care of grandpa.

Suzy, I'm sorry.

Really, I'm sorry.

I mean, they made me drunk and...

yeah... I didn't know what I was doing or...

Suddenly she was on me, holding my flute.

Yeah.

I'm just getting my stuff and then... then I'll be gone.

Come on, Dennis. - A kiss.

Can I get a kiss?

One little kiss.

Hey man, careful there. Urns are fragile.

If you rather do it yourself...

You're still up too?

Insomnia is one of the side effects.

How is it going in the test zone? - Hm, a lot of bullshit.

Mostly from those who test undetermined.

No diagnose is always the worst diagnose.

Never thought only a so little amount could go to the transit.

I know. The test is way to wide.

But rather too wide than one infected sneaking through.

They are working on the test, but for now...

Everyone who tests a little positive...

Ah, it looks like it's going better now.

Ineke?

I'll put your water here... For your antivirals.

You and dad...

need to stay together.

For... Elly.

For Elly.

For Elly.

SOUTH ANTWERP Cordon - Day 42

The money's gone. - Man, Karl. What?

Your boyfriend.

He took the money.

But he won't get that far.

The prisoners need to stay inside the longest.

They said it on the news. - Fuck.

Fuck.

Yeah, yeah.

What are you doing here?

Double negative. I'm invincible, boy.

Nice try.

You're from the prison. - So what?

I don't know how you did it, but they clearly said:

People from the prison stay until the end.

That's true.

But I'm guard.

Sixteen years of service.

Didn't you want me out of the mart?

Here I am.

Six letters and a C.

Sst, little Elly. Sst, sst.

I don't hear anything anymore.

Should I take a look? - No, Bert, stay here. Stay here.

Fuck, man. Leave me alone.

Are there more? - Fucker.

Those are the last of the first round.

Next week are the streets closer to the NIIDA.

Fucking hell.

Come on.

Suzy?

Suzy. Hey, Suzy.

Fuck, man.

I'm sorry.

I'm so stupid.

Positive? I.... I have it.

Do you want to say anything to Jana?

Suzy?

Oh no.

How did... how did you...

Fuck.

I don't know.

Fuck.

Ineke? Ineke. Dammit.

Elly. Elly.

EIIy. EIIy. - Elly?

It's alright. Sst.

Elly will be alright. Okay? I'll take care of her. Yes.

Ineke?

Ineke?

No, I...

The first group is complete.

Starting from 14 o' clock our probation starts.

We'll be here for four days together so we are going to make some arrangements.

You know what? If you just act like I don't exist,

And I'll act like you don't exist. Hm?

For you too. I'm not going to repeat the rules a hundred times.

After four days... - What rules? The sharia?

Man, just listen. It's important.

Yeah, yeah, listen everybody. It's important.

Everyone on his rug and listen to the green prophet.

Come on, just tell us when we eat and where the toilets are.

Tyl.

If I can't go on the internet.

I asked for it again officially in my weekly report.

But I didn't get an answer yet.

Why don't you look at the internet for me?

If someone's looking for me.

Fuck.

Mr. Degelin.

I don't understand. Tyl is asking every day to go on the internet

and now I suddenly see he has his own web page.

Not really. That page, that's us. Actually, someone of the Intelligence,

and a communication specialist of TradiPharma. They manage it.

I don't understand. - We had to do something.

Too many people started asking questions. Even international.

Tweets stated he was dead, murdered. Whole conspiracies.

But what I don't get, is why Tyl knows nothing.

That kid is always alone. He has a need for contact.

I didn't make the rules. - Mr. Degelin.

I can't leave it like this. - You have a contractual confidentiality.

Against the outside world. And against Tyl.

But not against the direction of the hospital.

I have a reporting obligation and I will report it.

Ms. Rubens.

I think you have an important point. The people who make the rules,

don't have the touch with the daily reality, like you.

There should be a possibility to give Tyl limited access to his own web page.

But everything he posts there, gets filtered.

Thank you, Mr. Degelin.

Is that him? - Yeah, that's him.

Dat is hem AIIee.

What?

Do you really think I'd let that fatso shit before me?

Grow up man. Can't you follow the rules?

Next time you wait in line. - Or what? What will you do?

If he bothers you again, come see me. - Yes.

Hey, what a nice scarf you're wearing.

You should come to my tent. It's super cosy.

I lit up some candles. So I can always...

I always have cold feet at ni... Hey, don't you see I'm in a conversation?

Come on, pick a number and wait in line. - She really doesn't need your crap.

Maybe not my crap, but she wouldn't mind other things.

You can't blame me, by the way. There was a spark from the beginning, right?

I don't care what's between you two.

Look, G.I. Joe, can't you arrange it so we lie together in a tent?

It's more cosy, isn't it?

If you bother another woman here, you'll deal with me. Now get out.

I'm scared. I'm sleeping in 7. - Get out.

Calm down. I'm gone.

Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah.

Are you sure? - Yes, yes, Idriss. Everything okay.

NEXT EPISODE

Well hello. I'll soap in your sexy back there.

The dishes are done.

We should report this. Every incident. It's the procedure.

Get out. - I want my granddaughter.

Party, party. Bam, in it. Come on.

What was that? - Fuck.

But please shut up about your sins, because they don't matter.