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DE MENSEN AND VRT/ÉÉN PRESENT

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

IN COOPERATION WITH

SEVEN YEARS AGO

Brother!

How are you, man?

Come here. Finally.

Thanks for picking me up, chief.

Let's get out of here. I've organized something.

Laurent, I'd rather just go home.

Don't be a party pooper, man. I've made reservations at the Hilton.

Seven-course meal, good wines, and some good pussy for dessert.

Those hookers claim they're over 18, but no way.

Pussy?

Pussy, or something else. I have connections. You ask, we deliver.

Let's just go home.

Maybe I should drive.

Goddamnit.

-Are you sure you don't want me to drive? -No.

You're fucking wasted, man.

-What is your problem? -My problem?

I managed to drive to the prison, I'll manage to get home.

Watch the road.

You're never happy.

Never.

It's always the same story with you.

-What are you doing? -I'm going to buy some drinks.

To lighten the mood in here a bit.

Hurry up. I want to be in my own bed as soon as possible.

Is there a problem?

Excuse me? No, nothing.

What was that, faggot?

Get lost, man.

What did you say?

That it might be better if you left, young man.

-Oh, yeah? -Yes.

Are you sure?

What did you say?

I have you by the balls, buddy. I have you by the balls.

Who's the faggot now?

Get the hell out of here. You're a loser.

A loser.

Get the hell out of here.

Are you alright?

You see? Everything's better when we get along.

You're my brother. What they do to you, they do to me. Alright?

Yes.

We're going to get them all. I swear. They won't get away with this.

What did you hear?

That whore must die.

And Jackson stays with us.

Are you almost ready?

I'm making sure it won't jam.

You sure you want to go all the way? There'll be lots of cops.

Don't worry. Trust me. You know what you have to do?

Yes.

Hey, JP.

The ferry terminal in Zeebrugge. Ten o'clock.

-Okay. -We'll discuss the rest there.

-Ferry terminal in Zeebrugge, 10 o'clock. -He didn't ask about Bilzarian?

Now it's JP's turn to show his cards.

Steve is in position.

Target is driving down the Havenlaan. Two minutes from the terminal.

Target is approaching checkpoint.

Everyone, stand by. Target is approaching.

Don't act until he's revealed the location of the weapons.

Target has arrived.

-Steve. -JP.

Are you alone?

Enrico wanted to be sure there are no surprises first.

Is something wrong?

It's time to be honest.

This has gone on long enough.

I should have known all along this was a bad idea.

Every time we saw each other I got a bad feeling.

I can no longer deny it.

-There are no weapons. -What?

Laurent and his big mouth.

He was bluffing.

Maybe he thought he could score an advance payment, or...

somehow get hold of a shipment.

How, why, I don't know. And I can't ask him anymore.

But the truth is, I'm not an arms dealer anymore.

Sorry, man.

What the fuck?

What about Bilzarian?

I got carried away by an old grudge.

I never asked you to do anything illegal.

I just wanted to talk to him.

I didn't get you in trouble, did I?

I know what you're doing, but you're not getting away with this, asshole.

I'm not going back to prison, Steve.

Never.

I would rather die.

See you.

What do we do, arrest him?

On what basis? We've got nothing.

Boss, what do we do?

-Boss? -Let him go.

Fuck!

This is the voicemail of Nathalie. Please leave a message and I'll call you--

This is the voicemail of Nathalie.

What was that?

-He was onto us. -How? Nathalie?

-I don't know. I can't reach her. -Fuck.

SORRY, CAN'T PICK UP RIGHT NOW. EVERYTHING OK?

DEAL'S BEEN CANCELLED. DID LAURENT SAY ANYTHING? CAN HE TALK?

WHAT? FUCK! NO, EVERYTHING'S OKAY WITH LAURENT.

She knows nothing.

-I NEED TO TALK TO YOU. -I'LL BE IN TOUCH.

-Something doesn't feel right. -Who cares, the deal's off.

-Nathalie might be in danger. -She says everything's okay.

Finding those weapons is our priority now.

He may have changed his mind, but yesterday he had a shipment for us.

Those weapons are somewhere. We can still find them.

We'll raid every location linked to JP.

Berger Logistics, his NGO, his home... Until we've found them.

Yes, Your Honour, I urgently need a number of search warrants.

Jean-Pierre Berger. His home address, Berger Logistics, and his NGO.

Get the papers Laurent gave you for Jackson.

-Please don't hurt my son. -Shut up.

Move.

-Have you found them? -Yes.

-Jackson! -Hey, hey!

Get out of here, Jackson!

Don't do that again!

Or I'll shoot you in the face in front of your bastard, got it?

-Yes. -Move. Take your things.

We're going to Laurent's. Move!

Jackson?

Come. We're going to visit great-auntie.

And daddy.

Come, give me your hand.

No, no. Take my car. You drive.

-We're taking Vinnie's car. -Why?

I forgot to tell you. Mine's been acting strange.

Come on. Let's go, Jackson.

-Come here, sweetheart. -No, no, come, come.

He sits with me in the back, in case you get funny ideas. Get in.

Get in.

Come on, Jackson, you sit with me.

Here. It's a search warrant. You read that through, we'll get started.

Okay, three search the office, the others the warehouse. Check everything.

Basements, attics, containers, kitchen... Go, go, go.

Good morning, Mrs. Berger.

-Everything okay? -Yes.

Sorry for not letting you know, but we won't need you today.

What do you mean?

Something's come up. Family circumstances.

What about Laurent's care? You need my help.

I've watched you take care of him all week. I wrote everything down.

I know exactly what to do.

-Yes, but... -Thank you. Goodbye.

Watch the road.

-Uncle JP's here, too. -Yes, uncle JP's here, too.

Jackson, stay with mummy. Come here.

-Hi, great-auntie. -Hello, sweet boy. How are you?

-Good. How are you? -Good, good.

Hello, Nathalie.

Come, let's go to the kitchen. Great-auntie is a little hungry.

-She wants to make a nice snack. Come. -Stay with mummy, sweetheart.

-We'll have a snack at home. -No.

-We're not staying, Yvette. -No, no.

The boy can walk on his own. Come.

Ah, Nathalie.

You didn't forget about auntie's surprise for Jackson, did you?

-What is it? -Well, I...

-Yvette, please. -Yes.

I wanted to tell you in the kitchen, but we're going to a theme park.

Really? Mummy, we're going to a theme park.

-Yes. -Yes, so let's go prepare some sandwiches.

Can I get chocolate spread on my sandwich?

And do you have more of those biscuits? They were delicious.

Living room.

Go.

This is the voicemail of Nathalie.

JP, please, leave my son out of this. He has nothing to do with this.

I know that. Jackson is a Berger. Don't worry, we'll take good care of him.

We're here to ensure a better future for him.

What are you saying?

You have the papers?

The notary will come by later.

Together we'll make sure Laurent officially becomes Jackson's dad.

It's what's best for the boy. What if something happens to you?

Jackson will need someone to take care of him.

Please don't do this, JP.

I warned you. Either you're with us, or you're against us.

Please.

Jackson!

A former junkie. A bag full of morphine.

The temptation was too great. Three injections, and the third was fatal.

It's just tragic, don't you think?

-Go ahead. -Don't, don't!

Help her upstairs.

-Yes? -Patrick, I'm at the ranch.

-Something happened here. -Bob, get out of there.

It's far too dangerous for you there.

Listen to me, there's been a fight here. Nathalie is missing.

-And her car's still here. -Shit.

I'll have her phone traced, and I'll get an alert out.

But you have to go home. We can't take any risks.

Okay. Looks good.

Then I just need the mother's signature.

How's your migraine?

She's been stressed lately, and she gets these attacks.

My aunt Simonne always said: "A head is a dark, dark cellar."

The things that go on in there...

-I've suffered from migraines all my life. -Gosh.

Hello ma'am, I'm notary Vandekerckhove.

I apologize for this unusual state of affairs.

Usually these things are done at my office.

But exceptions can be made, of course.

And it's clear Mr. Berger couldn't come to my office.

So if you'll please sign this...

I don't want to sign this.

I don't want to sign it.

Jackson. Jackson, you have to help mummy.

They're murderers. I don't want to sign it.

I don't want to.

Those are some heavy pills.

Don't be ridiculous, JP.

You said she wouldn't protest.

What does it matter? Make her sign, then we'll be done with it.

I'm not comfortable with this.

Don't be difficult, Michelle. You know why you're here.

If I get in trouble, so do you. Or do you think they'll overlook the fact

that you've been signing our paperwork for 20 years?

Do your damn job.

Her initials on every page, and her signature on the last page.

No.

I don't want this. No.

Okay.

Good luck with your recovery.

-Hey, what are you doing here? Fuck off. -I want to see Nathalie.

-She's not here. Go away. -Is JP inside?

There's no one here. I said fuck off. Hey!

-I told you, no one's here. -I just asked if he's inside.

There's no one here. Fuck off.

-Don't touch me. What's your problem? -Vinnie, drop it.

Steve. I understand you're angry, but this isn't the time or place.

Where is Nathalie?

At the ranch?

Her car's there, but she's not.

Can't you phone her?

She's not picking up.

Gosh. I hope she's alright.

I've been worried about her lately.

It's like she has all these things going through her head.

She always bottles things up, you know?

Who knows what she's hiding, with her past?

If anything happens to her, I'll find you.

Why would I want to hurt her? Is there anything I should know?

Ah, well, yes.

Get her out of here.

It's okay, it's okay.

Steve came looking for Nathalie here. But don't worry, I'll deal with it.

The cops won't find anything.

We're not going to jail. Never. I won't let that happen.

Are you comfortable?

I'm going to help Vinnie. I'll be back soon.

-Where are we going? -We're going home.

No, no.

No, I don't want this.

No body, no murder. Okay?

-Don't you need it? -No, I've got my father's.

-Did you take his phone? -Yes.

Alright, that's fine, great. Yes, thanks. Bye. And?

They're still searching at Water for the Future. Nothing yet.

-Shit. And the trace on Nathalie's phone? -It leads back to the mother's villa.

Okay, thanks.

Bob Lemmens...

-...cannot answer your call-- -Fuck.

Patrick?

I need backup at the address of Yvette Berger.

Okay.

-How are you, Gilbert? -Oh, Jean-Pierre. Did you hear that shot?

-Shot? -Yes.

No. Maybe it was Maurice working on one of his cars.

-Now? -Yes.

-Alright, see you later. -See you.

You've lost a lot of blood. You won't last long, but just long enough.

Come on, move.

Get up.

All of this started because of that Dutch bitch?

She was a cop, wasn't she? Answer me!

I don't understand you.

If you hadn't meddled, only one person would have died.

You see how you screwed up.

Nathalie...

Don't worry about Nathalie. We've prepared her a nice burial as well.

-Leave her out of this. -Let go.

Vinnie...

-You don't know what that... -What?

What?

You don't know...

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Nick, trace this number. We're under a bridge.

-Less than 10 km from the Bergers' house. -Hey, give me that!

Son of a bitch.

Fuck!

Let go, let go!

No!

Hey.

Where are those weapons?

I mean it.

-What are you going to do? You're a cop. -I have nothing left to lose.

Where are those weapons?

-Fuck off, you son of a bitch. -Are you really going to test me?

Are you really going to die for some Kalashnikovs?

I'm going to ask you one more time. Where are they?

Goddamnit.

Vinnie?

No. It's me.

I know where the weapons are, you son of a bitch.

You're bluffing.

Three loaded trucks. At an industrial area in Moeskroen.

They know where the weapons are. It's too late.

We'll both be convicted.

They won't put you in jail like this. They'll patch you up in hospital first.

And then they'll lock you up. There's no doubt about that.

And you won't survive that.

In your condition, you won't stand a chance. They're animals in there.

I won't be able to help you.

I'm sorry, brother. I did what I could. I'm sorry.

But I'm a Berger. And a Berger keeps his promises.

We're not going to jail. We're not.

Federal police, open up!

Open up!

Breach the door.

I'll see you soon, buddy. See you on the other side.

Go!

Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon!

Who is that? Is that one of my sons? Who is that?

Jackson.

Mummy.

-Aren't you tired of this place yet? -Hi, Patrick.

How's the pain?

Awful.

I heard you found the weapons?

So you're getting promoted.

I'll be nominated next week.

-Congratulations. -Thanks.

Bob, I'm here to warn you.

They're combing through your career right now.

They won't use John or Bilzarian against you

but they'll find something else to make your life miserable.

They can be creative.

Was that before or after they sat in front row during the press conference?

What did you expect?

Nathalie asked me to give you this.

They've moved to a new town, they have a new name.

And she would like you to come visit them, once you've recovered.

She wanted to come here, but obviously she can't.

You think I could have done things differently? With the same result?

Catch the Bergers?

No.

This is my first visit here.

After our case ended I didn't see her for almost a year, and now... I miss her.

She's a beautiful woman.

Were you lovers, dad?

No. But she was a great support to me.

She was the only one who could understand what I was going through.

-I'm glad I could come. -I'm glad you're here.

David will change his mind, dad. He loves you.

I hope so. How is he?

How's your mum?

They're alright. We were given a lot of support. So...

Hey. I'm so proud that you're my daughter.

Subtitle translation by: Claudia Boshouwers