Original subtitles

REIN: The Amsterdam coat of arms says: heroic determination merciful.

And that's beautiful. But also a bit bullshit of course.

What did the mayor call it? again? A sweet city.

A sweet city. Yes Yes.

Would he have believed it himself?

Ask every person in every corner from the world to Amsterdam ...

and they will ONE thing call first.

Not those lovely people. Not the mercy.

Drugs.

Weed, hash, xtc, coke, you name it.

Nowhere are so many types of dope so easy to obtain.

It once started very simply. We used to have gangsters too.

Gangsters are of all times.

Then you could make appointments. And didn't you stick to that ...

then it was fought out on the street. Man to man.

We sat down for a night. No problem.

These days are words as a code of honor and loyalty ...

only joke punchlines that you tap into the pub.

What has been the tipping point? Where did we lose it?

Blowing and whores. It became synonymous for the city of Amsterdam.

Hard drugs have changed a lot.

Only then brown. Heroin.

And then white. The coke.

And the rest is history.

The more money, the more violence.

There is Amsterdam then again no exception.

More and more men were lying on the streets with a bullet through their heads.

Became a conflict not fought out anymore.

You were diverted, discarded.

Sorry, cock, nice try. Game over.

NEW READER: At a shooting are dead and ...

... a violent shooting occurred.

... firearmsfight with machine guns.

Here the boys have it copied.

This was their fate. Although they are got the hang of it.

That must be said. There are no limits anymore.

There is only ... earn money.

subtitles: Red Bee Media

REIN: That you wrecked there see, that's me.

Official widower.

And journalist.

Not exactly a happy start I understand this story. Nevertheless.

Whoever wants to believe in fairy tales, just have to go to Efteling.

As a young boy I grew up with those guests.

With the holes.

Later I wrote about them, in newspapers and magazines.

From my book 'De Neus' nearly 450,000 copies sold.

You call that a bestseller or something.

Yes, I know a lot. That was then.

Now I am very sorry to the shit.

PERFORMANCE MUSIC

MONOTONE MUSIC

STAMELT: I liked this from Sanne only give when it was completely ready.

HAPT TO BREATH

REIN: Every war has a beginning.

The moment the flame in the pan.

Afterwards it always seems very logical and explainable.

A sculpted moment in history.

In reality it often rests on bad luck.

Just wait and see.

Fuck.

Moan

TELEPHONE VIBRATES No, stay with me.

THEY SUCKED BOTH

What is it?

Honey. Fuckers.

Motherfucker.

ROMANO: Belgian.

Hey boy. Get Silent and Doner.

Kifesh? Why? What do you mean why? Start walking, crazy.

Go home.

I feel a bit like a h ... Not now.

What the fuck? How do you talk Freak.

Hey.

We're being ripped.

RAP MUSIC TALK ON THE BACKGROUND

It was lame, man. Silent.

Stress inside. Where's Doner?

Bringing his parents to Schiphol. Cancer Turkey.

Where is Mouse?

Jallah. Come on.

MESSAGE TONE

Phone off.

Youssef, phone off.

Phone off.

DOOR WILL OPEN DIRECTOR: Gentlemen, I am ready. Come.

Hai. Hello.

DIRECTOR: That's why I think it's good to have a conversation with you there.

Because this is of course possible no longer continue like this.

TELEPHONE VIBRATES From VWO to VMBO in two years.

That is almost...

Telephone gone, telephone gone. Sorry.

No, I've heard that before. We don't get far with 'sorry'.

No, you are right about that.

But I try to say: At home, he does his best.

I like to believe that, Mr. Tahiri.

Since the beginning of the school year Youssef is not in any profession ...

been present during the first lesson. And it's November now.

He also has his German teacher scolded for Hitler ...

the gym teacher for cancer flicker ...

and his social studies teacher for dirty stink whore.

And then of course we also have that akkefietje with the fire hose ...

Oh, you think that's funny?

I see the humor here not in, though.

You do? Or am I missing something here?

Hm?

I need to go to the toilet. Youssef.

DOOR BEATS CLOSED

Sorry, Mr. Tahiri ...

but I see no other like that possibility to suspend him.

Sorry.

ROMANO: Hmhm.

Hey, listen. Someone is trying to follow our stash.

There is a waggie in front of the shed. It is not ours.

They are going to want to rip us anyway.

Tfoe, man.

Where are they?

They stand still at the gas station, man.

ROMANO: Here, go to the shed. Have them recuperated.

Put a tracker on that wagon. I want they follow when they leave.

Just scare them.

POTLOOD: Certainly, certainly, Mr. Dijkman.

As soon as I have the annual figures, we complete it.

Then we can do it officially Submit.

TELEPHONE VIBRATES

Yes.

No, no, this time the coffee is gone me, Mr. Dijkman. As promised.

Good. Good day.

You're welcome. Bye.

CUSTOMER: I have all the time just puke.

TAMARA: Awkward.

Talk about awkward.

Hi honey. What are you doing?

Nothing. I thought: I just drop by.

See how you are doing.

MUSIC: ANDRE HAZES - A LITTLE IN LOVE

Girl, I can't wait to see you.

Daddy has to go first do something different.

Well, what do you say?

Yes?

APPLAUSE

MUSIC: ANDRE HAZES - A LITTLE IN LOVE

Whatever I told you I clear that fucking display case.

That agent comes and grabs me like that hey cock. Totally lame.

Who do you think you're talking to, zeb?

Get that cancer thing out of my face, huh.

Are you sure? Of course I know for sure, wasamp.

I'm not going to fix shit without gannus. I'm not a fucking target.

OK, Ieniemie, are you ready or not?

Look at this guy, wasamp. He thinks he goes on soccer camp or something.

What is it?

Maybe you know where is garage Hennie?

Hennie? Kifesh Hennie? What the fuck, Hennie.

I don't know any Hennie, Mattie. There is here no Hennie. Drive on, ask someone else.

Must be here somewhere be in the neighborhood, bro.

Hey, brother. Start walking before you fuck in the ass.

Sorry, man. Yes, sorry. Say that but against your fat cancer mother.

What did you say?

Kifesh what did you say? Look at these chappies.

Suddenly cool, what the fuck?

Hey, you never learn neat listen at school?

With that ugly cancer beak of yours or so. Huh?

He said: Greetings to your fat smelly cancer mother.

Cancer whore.

Is there a problem, mattie?

Your mother, you.

FIRE CHALLENGES

MISTROUS MUSIC

REIN: You don't mean that.

In North?

Yes.

Yes Yes Yes.

Yes, no, I understand that.

Two guests wound up. Do you know that for sure?

Yes.

OK.

TV SOUND IN THE BACKGROUND

Thanks.

Hey, I was watching something.

REPORTER: Everything points to it that it goes ...

for a settlement in the criminal circuit.

It doesn't look like the impulse from a jealous husband.

What we already know is that the car is completely burned out ...

and that two bodies in the car are found.

What is further striking is the un-Dutch degree of violence.

The perpetrators are like crazy raging ...

with automatic weapons and molotov cocktails.

That is really daunting.

NEW READER: Sander Paulus, thank you.

NEWS

Aleppo in Noord, that sounds as the title of your new book.

Honey, I just have it right now A job and that's you.

Jesus, is that how you see me? Like a job?

I don't mean that at all? You know that right?

Yes. I know right.

Oh, dammit. They didn't have this can give a taste?

It looks like sperm.

But it's not half as tasty like yours.

REIN: The Pope, once close friends with Romano, but now own boss.

Self-employed, say.

The load of coke he had invested ...

was intercepted in Rotterdam.

No coke, no cash.

But that doesn't exist in his world.

It would be a simple rip deal must become.

It became a battle.

DE PAUS: Where are you looking, fat man?

Brother, this is to hell, man. Do you think I don't know?

I've just been lying to my aunt ...

because she wanted to know why her son was in that car.

What do we do? What do we do? What do we do?

We are going to take them back.

Take back? Yes.

Who caught who then?

Brother, if you have a fucking war want to start with that Romano then ...

Than what? Huh?

Than what?

What did you want to do? So you want to wait here?

Huh? On a subsequent load.

Until all our people have switched to the counterparty.

That's not the point. What is it about then?

Two mothers have lost their sons.

Is that how we do things? nowadays?

Nobody told me anything. Bro.

Nothing 'bro'. We have bled.

Now they are bleeding.

That cancer guy has me never taken seriously. Never.

And Pencil with his cancer female.

NEWS IN THE BACKGROUND

Who told you to take molotovs with you?

I told you: Scare them.

Don't: Blow them up.

We have those zemmers fucked in their ass.

They started.

How do you get to molotovs to bring along?

MOMPELT: 'Big Boys Of The Cite'. What?

"Big Boys Of The Cite."

A documentary about men from France.

ROMANO LAUGH

ROMANO: A film.

A fucking movie.

We just wanted to scare them.

Silent had placed that tracker.

We would put that molotovs alongside throw that wagon, nothing wrong.

They started acting crazy.

We had to respond.

Belgian was right.

ON THE BACKGROUND REIN: Are you okay, honey?

SANNE: God damn it. All right.

SANNE SURVIVES REIN: Calm down, I'll be right back.

A little narcissistic, right?

Sorry I... Sorry, we don't have a real one.

I've been dry for two years since my life woman contracted a chronic flu.

I would give my right hand for a real. Nice vodka next door.

Sit down.

What can I do for you?

I think so, by the way not narcissistic.

No, if ever I am a best seller write, I do the same.

I'm a bit like a groupie sound now.

I once had a book report at school written about 'De Neus'.

It was then not literally justified according to my study leader.

He didn't think Holleeder was a subject that deserved attention. What does he know?

So you are the new one crime journalist?

No, no, I do an internship at the editorial office.

I just got my master's degree. Do you work with Rob?

I work for Rob. If there's a pussy job is Rob's slave.

Am I a mess job?

MATTHIJS SCRATCHES ITS THROAT No no.

What does Rob want to know then?

Well, actually some background information about the attack.

In which corner are we the perpetrators could search.

Tip ONE: Never call it an attack.

That's what citizens call it.

No matter how bad it is, we have it always about a liquidation.

And record it with your iPhone. Do you have that?

If you are in your block all the time is writing ...

you can't look at them. Then you never know if they are lying.

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes.

Do you think this is old penoze?

They are almost extinct. And they are never that rude either.

Eastern blockers? Romanians or Armenians.

Could be. Yes, possible. But with what motive?

They have their businesses always in good order.

If someone out of step there, then they quietly resolve that.

Moreover, they are currently active in trafficking in women.

If this had happened at the Red Light District, I would say: You are right.

The Italian Mafia? No dude, crazy.

The Italian Mafia. No no no.

The mocros? Shooting each other so brutally?

They are crazy. But so crazy?

Cancer Mongols.

Who do you think it was?

No. No? No.

Why not?

He has his own line, right? It was intercepted.

Come on, man. He knew the day, time and location.

The only ones outside of us who know that his Jack and the Pope.

It wasn't Jack anyway.

Fucking Pope.

We have to do something.

He has lost two men.

Like other weirdos they hear us We can keep testing.

And those two guys, that is not my fault.

I don't take one there responsibility for.

I don't say that either. I'm just saying that if we go after them now ...

Where does it end then? Hm?

Let me talk to him. You?

Neutral terrain.

He has gone too far.

We knocked it on his fingers.

He pays the fine, we stand even. Sand over it.

What did she say? Who?

Tamara, mattie.

Sure she said yes. Look, bro, look at this man.

Which chick would ever say 'no'?

Congratulations, brother.

BEATING

Is it arranged? The shit is safe.

Certainly? Hundred.

WHIPPING RAP MUSIC.

From Romano. For today.

We really couldn't do anything about it. Really nothing.

Does not matter.

DOOR BEEPS GENTLY

NADIRA: Hey.

Would you like some tea?

I'm tired. Tired.

I've never had that for you hear it say.

Go to sleep.

MEMORIAL MUSIC

MOBILE SHUTTLE

REIN: Two victims. Mounir el Hams and Farid ben Saleh.

How do you know this?

A buddy of mine at the technical investigation.

They just got the dental information within.

The police may only release names if the families have been informed?

That's why you go for this too do not use in your piece.

So the mocros anyway.

And Rob thought she wasn't right there enough for being organized.

Yes, that's why Rob writes also about petty thieves.

Do you know Romano Satisfied?

A Surinamese. That's not a mocro, right? He has invested in the rats.

He did that cleverly, I have to say.

He had it in no time walk around an entire football team.

He's the guest of that squat anyway on the DSB bank? Right.

He started with a little one robbery, ram raid.

But soon runs for the big boys.

Removing loads from the port, that work.

He came after the DSB squat on the national investigation list ...

and since then he is without a trace, gone up in smoke.

Something from a year ago.

Some say he's in the attic from a coffee house.

The other says in the secret annex from Anne Frank.

They call him the ghost of Oost.

And coke deserves the best. He must have noticed that.

Are you going to do something with this? Hm?

Are you going to write a new book?

I'm working on so many new books started.

What if we do this together?

What to do together?

Yes. Look ...

You can't really leave the house, can you? With your wife and everything.

What if I am your eyes and ears? on the street?

You tell me where and I do it.

If I have to interview someone or whatever, i do it.

For you. For a book or ...

... to impress to the editors. Yes, that too.

But you write the pieces or the book or how you see it.

As long as my name is there. That's all I'm asking.

Come on, Rein. I got here in two hours learned more with you ...

then in three months with Rob. This can work, right?

REIN: Like I said: Crooks are of all times.

A pen is also a murder weapon.

But more about that later.

NERVATIVE MAKING MUSIC

Hey.

REIN: It was none identity change ...

as the press officer later so beautifully told.

No mistake. No.

It was a declaration of war. Delivered in broad daylight.

The beginning of what the media later would call "the Mocro Mafia War."