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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

-Hi. -Hi.

-Good to see you. -Everything all right?

-And you? -I'm all right.

You look good.

So do you. Well rested.

-How do you like living in Brussels? -It's different.

But the work's nice.

Human Rights?

An investigative journalist...

Didn't seem like your thing.

I do a lot of research in the field.

War crimes, arms trade... Mostly in the Middle East.

So still hunting down bastards?

Only this time without lying.

Thank you.

I wanted to ask you a favor.

Could you look up something for me? For my work.

A clue that points towards Belgium.

It's a tractor serial number.

-Kim... -I just need to know if it's important.

-Okay. -Thank you.

Really good to see you again.

-Hey, how did it go? -Good.

-Gross. -Don't you like my sweat?

Ew, take a shower.

-Do you want to join? -No.

-Are you sure? -Maybe.

-Hi. -Hi, Kim.

I've traced that serial number.

Last year, that tractor was registered to a company called El Dorado.

It's a horse ranch.

After that, the registration was canceled.

Is that information useful?

I don't know. I'll check it out.

Thanks, Bob.

Your destination is on the right-hand side.

CLOSED

Yes? What do you want?

I was just having a look around.

This is private property, madam.

Oh, sorry. The bar was closed and I'm looking for some more information.

-About what? -I'm scouting venues for a company party.

I read on your website that you have a space for hire.

I'll give you a flyer with a telephone number.

Call that if you have any questions. Okay?

-Okay, I'll do that. -Good.

Oh, by the way, I'm Roos. What is your name?

Laurent Berger.

-Okay, next step? -It says "add yourself."

They claim that all the ingredients are there.

What good is this box otherwise?

You do have to have the basics yourself.

Things like toothpaste, breakfast, and sheets for your children.

Stop that, young lady. I'll take care of it.

If needed, you'll sleep in my bed tonight.

Great.

Is this going to take much longer?

I want to catch a movie with friends at eight.

No, honey, that's no good. We said we'd have dinner together.

Here, will this do? Fish stock.

With lamb chops?

Hello.

-Is your father home? -Yes. Dad?

-Mr. Lemmens? -Yes.

I've been assigned to take you to a safe house.

-What happened? -Details will be explained. We have to go.

Okay. Pack up some clothes in a bag. Come, David. Put on your coat.

-Are you guys okay? -Yes.

We are at a safe house, from the police department.

We're safe here.

You okay?

-This is Nick, a colleague of mine. -Hello.

Hello, Polly. David.

-Hello. -Come.

Give them a little space.

It's not big, but it has all the essentials.

The fridge is full,

there's TV and internet, and the bedrooms are upstairs.

Are we going to sleep here?

-Can I call Mom? -Just wait a bit.

-What happened? -It's Kim...

What's going on with Kim?

Can we talk in private?

Can you wait here for a second?

Kim has been shot.

-What? -She's in hospital. That's all I know.

-I'm going to look for a toilet, okay? -Yes.

Witnesses reported that they saw a motorcycle speeding off.

Sounds like a liquidation.

Bob...

We have to consider the possibility that it was Bouman.

This photo was found on the mobile phone of a drug runner in Antwerp.

An associate of Jurgen Van Kamp.

We suspect that Bouman is sending this photo around,

to find out who you are.

-Goddammit, Nick! -That's why we brought you here.

If Bouman can find Kim, he can find out where you live.

Who is Kim?

A colleague.

Is she dead?

No, she's not dead. She has been shot.

-And now they want to get to you? -That won't happen.

How can you know that, Dad?

Polly...

I'll call your mother so that she can come pick you up.

Go sit in the car.

Goddammit, Bob. You promised that the kids would not get involved.

They're safe, aren't they?

Really? I need a police escort and have to stay with my sister.

That's just to be sure.

Can't you be honest, just for once?

I have to reassure them, but I don't even know what's going on.

Liesbeth, it's me they're after, not you guys.

Hey, I love you guys.

Okay?

I want to go to Kim.

I would like for you to stay here.

It wasn't a question.

-We're here to see Kim De Rooij. -Are you family?

Colleagues.

-I can't really tell you much yet. -How is she doing?

She's lost a lot of blood. We're doing our very best.

The doctors will--

Sir? Sir, sir...

-Are you all right? -Yes.

-Pol? -Yeah, everything's fine.

TWO UNDERCOVER OFFICERS INFILTRATED CAMP SITE

DRUGLORD FERRY BOUMAN ARRESTED

Mr. Bouman.

Marc Gevers, Federal Police.

-I know who you are. -We have a warrant to search the place.

For my "home"?

This warrant has been issued by magistrate Martine Kegels,

imparted to the public prosecutor.

The police have the authority to enter the site without permission of the owner

due to suspicions that criminal offenses have taken place there.

Yes, yes, yes...

Can you clean up afterwards?

I know you circulated photos of my officers.

We will find out soon enough if this phone has been used to that end.

We are going to get you.

You already got me.

So what's this about?

I am going to make you an one-time offer, valid until I leave this room.

If you reveal to me who you gave the order to, I will try my very best

to keep your additional punishment to a minimum.

If you keep your mouth shut and anything should happen to Peter,

I swear I will let you rot in the most revolting isolation cell they have.

Also, I will make the lives of your wife and everybody you know so difficult,

that you're going to beg for a rope to hang yourself with.

What's happened?

Who did they get to?

Anouk?

I feel honored that you think I've found your officers,

but I don't even know their names.

And that photo didn't help one bit.

I have nothing to do with this.

And if you find out who's responsible, let me know.

I'll send them a postcard, to thank them.

Hi.

Has she woken up yet?

Yes, sorry. I'm Bob, a colleague.

-Ex-colleague. -Yes, I know who you are.

I'm Martijn.

Have you been together long?

Almost a year.

Did you talk to each other often?

No.

Last week, one time. She had called me.

She needed my help tracing a serial number.

Did she tell you that she had been threatened?

No.

Threatened by whom?

Those arms dealers in Syria?

She didn't tell me much about it.

To protect me, I guess.

She said I didn't have to be worried. That it was only a bluff.

-Nick. -Hold on a minute.

It's Marc. He doesn't think Bouman had anything to do with it.

Me neither.

I just talked to her boyfriend. She was threatened at work a month ago.

She was doing an investigation into an arms deal in Syria.

Where are you going?

Hello.

-Excuse me. -Yes, hello.

I'm looking for Alex, Kim's colleague.

-Yes, that's me. -Hi, I'm Bob.

I used to work with Kim on the police force.

Can I ask you some questions?

-Sure. Have a seat. -Thanks.

These bombs killed 49 people that day. Civilians, children.

No one was allowed to leave, but Kim was fearless.

She wanted to show the world what was happening.

Cluster bombs are illegal everywhere, but they keep popping up more frequently.

Where do they find them? Are they stolen from old depots?

Yes. Especially in Ukraine.

Since the crisis in the Crimean it's been total chaos there.

One of her informants was trailing a smuggling route by boat.

Weapons hidden in agricultural equipment,

waiting to be expedited to Syria via Belgian ports.

Kim was looking for proof, but she didn't find any.

Martijn, her boyfriend, told me she received death threats.

She found a bullet in her hotel room the night her informant was killed.

She asked me to trace a serial number from a tractor

that was registered to a firm called El Dorado.

Sound familiar?

No, I don't know it.

It's a horse ranch.

Ma'am, this is the third time I've called about this.

I speak to someone else every time and nobody can help me.

How should I have known that the doctor didn't have a controlled fee?

I don't even know what that means.

I went there because my son broke his wrist.

-I didn't think to ask about that. -Mommy!

Jackson, Mommy is on the phone. Just a sec, darling.

Ma'am, it's real simple. I really need that money.

-Otherwise, I can't pay the bill. -Mommy!

Jackson, I'll be right with you. Wait.

Excuse me. Say that again?

I have to call back...

Yes, fine. All right.

-Yes? -When is Saint Nicholas coming?

Well, he's coming soon.

-Did you finish your letter? -Yes.

What are you going to ask Saint Nicholas for?

A PlayStation and a Ninjago dragon.

Wow, I don't know if he'll be able to get you both these things.

-I think he can. -Oh, really, you think that?

Oh, look at that!

You can get your face painted by Melissa. Are you going to do that?

-Yes. -Yes? Well, go ahead.

Mommy has to make some more preparations. I'll see you in a bit.

Excuse me, can I ask you something? I'm looking for the owner.

Laurent? He's busy. Maybe I can help you?

I wanted to ask about renting a stable, but I came at a wrong time, clearly.

It's a little bit crazy today, but you can come with me.

-He'll make time for a new customer. -Thank you.

Laurent?

Oh, I... Yeah, I...

You can go check yourself. I think he's in his office.

-Tell him that Nathalie sent you. Bye. -Thanks, Nathalie.

Oh, my. Who's knocking on the door?

Let's have a look. I'll bet it's the horse of Saint Nicholas. Don't you think?

-Yes? -I'm looking for Laurent.

It's for you, Laurent. I don't know the guy.

But Betty, hopefully the gentleman doesn't think he can cut the line.

He'll have to wait his turn, like all the kiddies.

Nathalie sent me. I have a few questions about the ranch.

You aren't here for holy Saint Nicholas, then?

No, I perhaps want to rent a stable.

I've heard good things about El Dorado and wanted to check it out.

Of course you heard good things. We are a top class ranch.

Saint Nicholas, drink some shots.

You go put on some trousers, cutie.

The shots are making me very horny for these pants.

-Are you the owner? -Yes.

-Hi, I'm Steve. -Nice to meet you. Laurent Berger.

So you're looking for a stable?

And you've come all the way from Antwerp?

It's not for me, but for my boss. He's asked me to take care of it.

-He travels a lot for work. -What business is he in?

-Transport. -Then he's a colleague of mine.

I import and export agricultural machinery.

The ranch is more of a hobby. To make a few extra bucks.

-Where do you export to? -The Eastern Bloc. Ukraine, mostly.

Hey, Laurent, we have to get going. The kids are waiting for us.

This is not a good time, but if you want more information,

feel free to stop by tomorrow or the day after.

But the holy duty calls right now.

-All right, where are the kiddies? -Yes, where are they?

-Where are the kiddies? -Where are the kiddies?

Well, we don't know yet!

Oh, little Shania!

Look, everybody. Shania has made a beautiful drawing.

Isn't that gorgeous?

Saint Nicholas will definitely remember that, your drawing.

Kids, put out a glass of beer, but maybe you have to hide it a bit,

because I've read in my big book that Daddy likes to drink a beer or two.

One or two... six packs of large cans.

Saint Nicholas of course also makes time for the bigger kids.

Why don't you come here and sit on my lap?

UKRAINE

Mr. Berger?

What do you think?

I believe him.

What?

Goddammit.

Waregem...

-Bob? -Sorry to be calling so late.

You can go home. The liquidation is not linked to Bouman.

-Are you sure? -Yes. One hundred percent.

-Then who was behind it? -That's what we're trying to figure out.

But you don't have to worry anymore.

And the kids? How are they doing?

What do you think? Not well.

They are afraid and have a lot of questions.

I'm sorry, Liesbeth.

Can you maybe come here, to explain some things to them? To reassure them.

I will stop by later when you guys are home.

I have to take care of a few things first.

Okay. Let me know, then.

Don't fiddle with it, you'll damage it. Don't. Try to ignore the itch.

There. Okay.

The earplugs are here if the music is too loud. All right?

Sweet dreams, okay?

I also want a tattoo of your name.

Really? That's very sweet of you.

But only when you're big because tattoos are not for children.

-That's not fair. -No. A lot of things in life aren't fair.

Okay, go get comfortable.

-I think this one is the prettiest. -Yes, do you like that one?

With the flowers?

Did my daddy like it too?

I didn't have that tattoo yet when I was with your daddy, so...

Sleep tight, sweetie.

-Is this okay? -Yes.

Yes? See you in the morning, little one.

Bye.

All right.

Dear people!

Ladies and gentlemen...

AGRICULTURAL MACHINES

EMPLOYEE DEFCOM IN CUSTODY IN ARMS DEAL CASE

Kids, cover your ears.

Pads.

Charge.

Everybody clear!

Shots!

Not in front of people.

Here, the last one. I'm going to refill them!

-Hi, Nick. -Bob.

Kim...

Internal bleeding.

They couldn't save her.

-Laurent, will you set the table? -Sure.

And take off that hat.

You know I don't want you to wear it in the house.

-Jean-Pierre? -Yes, Mom?

Dinner is almost ready.

Since when do you sell your goods to Ratko?

-What? -This was in his driveway.

So what?

Is that how the Dutch woman found us?

It used to be registered to El Dorado.

But that's a good thing, right? If that's the only thing she found out?

It's a coincidence. She wasn't investigating us.

-Coincidence? -Yes.

Your tractor lead her to a ranch owned by the brother of an arms dealer.

Don't you think they'll connect the dots?

Take it easy. They can't prove anything.

Because of you we had to take a huge risk. We had to kill someone.

That could get us a lot of attention.

Here's the meatloaf. Come, sit down at the table.

I think that's him.

-Gentlemen. -Nick. And that's Bob.

Patrick Diericks. This is Bas. Bas, this is Nick and Bob.

Can you say hello? No? Okay, go play.

-I don't have a lot of time. -Okay.

Have you seen the news lately?

-Kim De Rooij. -Yes, Nick told me.

I'm sorry for your loss. Did she uncover something?

Here.

Jean-Pierre and Laurent Berger.

They're arms dealers.

From Ukraine, via Belgium to the rest of the world.

No judge would put time and effort into a case about arms trade.

We know. That's why I contacted you.

You know these guys. You can convince them that it's important.

This may sound harsh, but no one cares about a dead guy in the Middle East.

The court doesn't prioritize it.

Those men killed Kim.

Don't get me wrong, it's horrible, what happened to your colleague.

But look at it from my side.

Why would I help you with a personal vendetta?

Because it's your ticket to Interpol.

This is about more than two Flemish farmers selling a couple of Kalashnikovs.

Here.

"Water for the Future." An NGO.

They dig water wells in developing countries.

In the Congo, Libya, Mali, and Chad.

They use the NGO as a shell.

Jean-Pierre was involved in nearly all conflicts in the nineties.

And Laurent Berger provides the supply of the weapons.

He owns an export company that has ties with the Ukrainian army.

-Why haven't they been found out yet? -Because they're extremely good.

Without Kim, we would have never found these guys.

-What's the plan? -Use undercover agents.

And take them down where they feel safe.

At their ranch.

-Thanks for coming. -No problem.

You wanted to ask me something?

One of the undercover agents that put me here has been shot in Brussels.

Turns out that her name is Kim De Rooij.

I want you to pay her a visit...

and that you find out where the other one is.

Peter.

That's the guy who killed John.

Okay.

For John.

NEXT TIME

Yes. Let's quench our thirst.

You've never done something like this. This is personal.

From now on, I'll take care of everything. And you'll listen to me.

Little cowboy.

That's quite a sight...

-What do you do for work? "I can't say." -I can't talk about those things.

That bullshit might work on Mom, but not on me.

You will not get between the Bergers.