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I offer thanks to You, living and eternal King,

for you have mercifully restored my soul within me.

- Morning, you're up early today. - Look who's talking, huh?

- You seen this weekend's scores? - No, I haven't.

- Beerschot lost again, eight corner kicks. - I telling you, unpredictable this season.

Yeah, I've had it with this team. Coffee?

Yeah, God bless.

Yanki? Yanki, what is it?!

Yanki?!

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Stop! Yanki, stop...

Yanki... Yanki, please! Don't move.

Code three, send back-up, Wolfson Office!

Yanki! Yanki!

- Yanki! - Open the door!

Yanki!

Hear, O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One.

Open the door! Yanki!

Hear, O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One.

Put your weapon down, now!

Yanki, no!

- Hey, Pete. -Hey!

Where are you, man? We're waiting for you.

- Sorry, something came up. - What does that mean?

No worries, I'll be back tomorrow.

-Back? Where the fuck are you? - Not too far.

The meeting is in an hour. Kerra is going to kill you.

We can't afford to lose this deal. We're almost dry as it is.

-What do you want me to tell her? - Nothing.

Just... tell her you couldn't reach me.

Noah, you can't do this. These guys are dangerous.

And they only trust you. She needs you here with her.

- Pete, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. - Noah, she needs you.

- Come on, Tommy. - I need to go.

In a minute, come on.

Hey.

Here.

I'm sorry for the hair, it wasn't my idea, I swear.

And this is, uh, my pride and joy.

London's where he was born. His mother is British.

Uh, okay.

- Tommy McCabe? - Yep. Uh, yeah, his last name was hers.

His mom's not traveling?

No, actually, she passed away a couple years ago.

This is her death certificate.

- I really need to go, Dad. - Two minutes.

You've been saying that for half an hour.

I have a dad with insufficient documents. Could you check on this for me?

Thank you.

- Here. - Uh, what is the problem?

This is the only thing he has on him.

Sorry sir, if you're his legal guardian, we need a confirmation.

I gave you the papers that I've got. I mean...

Yeah, this wasn't a planned thing. What can I do?

A DNA test?

Is there someone who can take a picture or a scan of the birth certificate?

No, I'm not on the birth certificate.

- Huh? - Huh? Come again?

Come again? His mother brought him up until he was six.

Now she isn't alive and I'm the only one he's got left.

Now he's standing here, nearly exploding,

and he's begging for you to let him pass through.

So if you don't have any further questions, I'd appreciate it

if you'd let us use the toilet.

Go on.

Thanks. Let's go.

According to researchers, no place in the world

has as much cocaine in the sewage water as Antwerp.

Yeah, I've read that as well.

"Cocaine capital of the world." Are you happy with that title?

No, no, no. Our port is far and away

the most important gateway from Western Europe,

which generates a ton of economic activity.

Unfortunately it also attracts the drug trade.

Yes, indeed.

Critics are saying the city is not doing enough to stop the criminals.

They're doing an especially bad job of stopping operations of the Albanian mob.

Yeah, it's just nonsense, really. Right?

Every day the "war on drugs" is being fought right here, in this city.

At this very moment the police are conducting a search over the Fruit Dock.

Different investigations are--

Okay, so...

This isn't the whole file, of course.

We'll be able to present more evidence closer to the trial, obviously.

I must say, your employees were very helpful in this.

Oh, well... That won't be necessary.

I think with a few standard conditions, my client is willing to accept a deal.

The numbers will have to be worked a bit.

That 28 million was a bit, uhm, over-enthusiastic.

I think we can probably agree on that, but uh...

I'm sure we can find some middle ground that we're all happy with.

I'm sorry, we're not offering a deal here, no.

Can I have a word, please?

That man has made sure drug smugglers were able

to launder millions of euros through his bank.

Millions they've used to poison this city and the people in it.

If he thinks he can buy his way out of this, he's wrong.

If we could leave our emotions off to the side, okay?

You know as well as I do how much a trial of this scale is going to cost the state

and that it'll take years of our lives to work on it.

My client is playing ball.

He's willing to pay a substantial amount as part of a plea deal.

Oh, well, he'll pay alright.

There's gonna be a trial for him, he'll be thrown in prison

and then the judge is going to decide how much he'll pay.

Yeah, by the way, you're off to jail soon, huh?

Guys, what is this? This is unacceptable.

Hello?

I'm gonna talk with the district attorney and see what he has to say about this.

Yeah, please. Oh!

- Ah, we're done here, right? - It's just, I need this to be done today...

Maarten!

News from the port.

- Good news? - Maybe.

Is our name mentioned?

No. They don't say "Wolfson".

- Kids, we're leaving. - Lazer.

- I'm taking them with me, Mom. - Go on. Go with dad.

- Okay? - Alright.

- Where is Gila? - Look after your sister.

- Come. Come with me. - Okay.

- They're here already. - Please, mame, I'm taking care of it.

- Come on. - Everything's okay?

- Yeah. - Good.

They're saying he won't be allowed in with the rest of the family.

I'll go talk to him. Let me take care of it.

- What is it? - It's okay, I have it under control.

- And? - No.

Shit...

Rabbi Aryeh is on their side, they say.

Eli, you have to talk to your dad. He doesn't listen to me.

Benny, what's the problem?

It's about the grave site. It's because he...

Because he committed suicide, he can't be buried with the family.

The owners of the surrounding plots don't want to be buried next to a "sinner".

It's a shanda.

They're offering us a plot in the new section.

Entirely respectable.

But your tate feels the situation is, well, degrading.

He doesn't want to get out of the car.

I can't give you the owner's name.

It's Fruhman. It has to be him. His father's buried two plots over.

the new section is no less dignified.

- I must insist, the deceased is waiting. - Yeah, because of you.

My tate gave unbelievable amounts to you. You used to come and kiss his hand.

Now what? Someone calls and you... It's... It's a shanda.

Wait. Please.

So... this is ours, in the middle?

Your grandfather is resting there.

Okay. And this one is our tate's, right? Long may he live.

And the one next to it?

It's surrounded on all sides by family plots. Who can complain?

- Uh, yes, that's free. - So?

- But... - It's reserved now for the eldest.

It's the only solution, Eli.

Say the prayer.

Yeah.

Blessed be the lord whose verdicts are just.

Rest in peace and rise with the dead at the end of days.

- Amen. - Amen.

Yanki, son of Ezra and Sarah, husband of Gila.

You are made of earth and to earth you shall return.

May the merciful forgive your sins.

From now it's only for family.

Oh, mom...

Would you take the kids to the car? I'll be right there.

No problem. Mm-hm.

Wow.

I can't believe it's you.

Hello. Who's this guy?

Tommy, this is your aunt, Adina.

- Oh... - Hello.

Hello.

Nice to meet you.

No one will talk to me?

I'm sorry that I didn't call you.

What happened?

Not here.

Hello. Hi.

They found a hidden area in an Albanian container.

And the only thing they found in there was fake passports.

- No cash? - No.

Jeez. And the cops took four weeks to make this discovery?

Actually, they found it by chance.

Yeah. The cops took the dogs and made a search of the containers for drugs,

- uh, cash and weapons. - Uh-huh.

- And when they moved the containers... - Can I please...

- ...a compartment just opened. - Unbelievable.

Now the same team is gonna check all the containers for these hidden compartments.

If the dogs checked the compartments, they're not likely to have any cash.

Yeah, but these Albanians need to get their cash out one way or the other.

We've blocked all bank transfers

and the airport hasn't been an option for years now.

The port is the only way these guys have.

Their money has to be moving through it, we just need to find it.

For a while, he really wasn't... feeling well.

But he wasn't talking about it.

Didn't like the firm or what?

He found it okay, but he wasn't passionate about it.

I think he mainly did it because he thought it's what tate wanted.

Naturally, they all do what tate wants.

- That's not fair. - Come on, Adina. For real.

How many years did you fight before he let you become a trader? Huh?

You were the best out of any of us and he wanted you to teach or something.

Yeah, but he did make me a dealer and I'm doing fine now.

The first woman in four generations. Give him credit for that. He's earned it.

And why all the whining? You were his favorite.

You know, before you took off, he was trying to get you to take over the place.

- Here it is. - He never asked if that's what I wanted.

Just give me five minutes to work on Dad before you come in.

Absolutely not! Please, Adina, spare me. Enough.

Eli, he's your brother.

- What are they saying? - Don't worry.

Open up your heart.

I won't let him bring any more shame on our family.

Our father somewhere?

- Tell him tate said kaddish for him. - Gid forbid.

I just wanna know what went down with our brother, Eli.

Ah, so now he gives a shit about Yanki. Where's he been for 15 years?

- Like, has he told you anything? - Shh.

Tell him if Yanki had come to us with his troubles, we wouldn't be sitting shiva.

Help, please! Help, please.

Yossi! What happened? What's happened?

Just thugs. They said Yanki owed them money.

Oy, all the blood! Be careful.

Dad?!

- What are you doing? - Tommy.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Are you hungry? Yeah? Okay.

Let's get out of here. It's okay, don't worry.

It's okay. Just relax, everything's okay.

He's okay.

I'll just make some calls after shiva to figure this out.

That's a week from now. Eli, we've gotta act now.

For Gila.

Look at her, she's so frightened. The poor girl.

For now, she doesn't need to worry.

Miri, bring her some water.

She's a bit beyond water, tati.

I'm taking care of it. Go.

Miri?

This whole entire thing...

They come here, to our house and make threats as if we were just...

This is what's become of us. You know?

There used to be rules, used to be honor.

I mean, they wouldn't have dared come here. It's crazy.

I don't know.

Okay, I'll figure out what to do. With God's help.

Don't forget the kugel.

Noah! Noah!

May all your suffering be at an end.

- I'm glad you called me. - It's important, isn't it?

Hello.

- Is he with you? - Wild, huh?

It's sure been a while.

- I'm hungry, Dad. - You're hungry?

You've come to the right place. Follow me.

- Meir! - Yeah?

Go and get some cholent for the boy, huh?

Do you want anything else, uh, like potatoes or a schnitzel?

- You want chicken nuggets? - Yes, please.

Sammy, I'm not here for the cholent.

Come on.

The men say why your brother owed them this money?

They didn't come to talk.

Look, uh, men talk.

If it's true or false... But men talk, right?

Your brother, long shall he rest in God's Grace, liked to wager.

Horses, football, everything you could place a bet on.

And not all legit bookies, huh?

And folks say... he gambled a lot.

He was wasting money that wasn't his to waste.

I think he maybe just got in to deep and couldn't get out.

- Why don't ask for help from someone? - Ask who? The family?

The boy was ashamed.

To bring your father a problem like this one? Yeah, right.

Can I have the phone, Dad?

How much debt could he have? Every day, they take in millions.

The diamond industry isn't what it used to be in your day.

There have been a lot of changes between then and now.

You're still thinking about the times when diamond traders would come home

wallets filled up with dollars, but... that time has passed.

Tourists come here now. It's called the "diamond tours".

They come here and the guides brag about the "diamond capitol of the world".

Every day, trading stones for 100 million dollars, but...

in my kitchen, there are fellas that used to work in the diamond bizz.

Diamond traders?

There is work, sure, but... no safe bets anymore.

Now, Jews are even working construction.

You know what, I'll ask around a bit. See if anyone knows who these guys are.

Thanks.

We've found a couple more passports and a handful of fake identity cards.

- We gotta keep looking, is all. - How many are there?

Eight, but the compartments are tiny.

But with all the money the Albanians are making, they can fill a lot of these.

- And you think they're doing that? - Could be.

But we'll never know for sure, I suppose.

Every week, the port sees 150,000 of these things.

And two percent are subject to a screen. It's such a lottery.

- And one we can't win. - Yeah, truly.

But we beat the bank in the end, right?

Sort of. The head prosecutor wants to make a deal with the manager.

- So do that then and let him pay, yeah? - Yeah, yeah, sure.

The main thing is that we keep all these guys from laundering their money

through the banks, like they are right now. Right?

- Van Goethem! - Coming.

We're just not gonna get them all in jail, right?

Well, we can maybe try, Nicole.

Eli shouldn't have behaved like that.

- Is Tommy okay? - Yeah, he's okay.

He's pretty confused, though.

- You talk to the guy who was attacked? - Yeah.

Eli will handle it.

Hillel?!

- Come! - Coming!

- Were you aware? - Of what?

Yanki's debts.

No.

No, that, uh... No one knew anything.

And you?

Sorry I didn't ask you earlier, but I was a bit...

But how are you feeling?

Are you still working at that storage place?

Yeah. Yeah, I oversee stuff like the shipping in a few different locations.

- Yeah, mame? - Ah, sheifale.

Can you go get your zoo sheets, for Tommy?

- Hmm. - Uhm...

Wait...

- There we go, this should be it. - Hey, Tommy.

Pigs. No worries.

- Night night. - Okay, Toms.

- Did you find everything? - Yeah.

Give me the pillow.

Thanks.

Listen, I need to go now. Are you gonna be okay?

- Where? - Just around the corner.

I need to have a chat with someone before we leave.

I won't be long.

You know where the toilet is, right?

Okay. Okay, here we go.

One, two, three...

- Good night, buddy. - Good night.

Is it your dad?

- What? - The one you need to talk to.

No, he doesn't want to talk to me.

Why not?

Well...

He's a little angry, that's all.

- Did you do something? - No, no, no. No.

I just...

I didn't want to live like him anymore.

He wanted me to stay, but...

- I needed to go. - Why did you need to go?

It's difficult to explain.

Listen Toms, we're... we're sharing rooms tonight, so...

Remember the golden rule?

- Be smart... - Don't fart.

Okay, buddy.

Let's tuck you in. Okay.

Good night, Toms.

- What are you doing here? - I had to see you.

- Where are the kids? - With my mother.

- Hmm. How is your mother? - What do you want, Noah?

I'm so sorry.

For leaving you how I did.

I've hurt you.

Is this the right moment?

- You humiliated me. - I'm sorry.

I know, I just...

I couldn't look you in the eyes. Couldn't face it.

And now you can?

I'm a bit worried about you.

I hope you're able to forgive me.

The Wolfsons...

You're all the same kind of person.

You expect us all to love you. You can't stand anybody speaking badly about you.

But when times get hard, "poof"...

you disappear.

And I'm afraid to know what Yanki has brought on us.

I took the children to my mother,

because I'm afraid those animals will come knocking sometime soon.

- And what'd Eli say? - Eli...

His words mean nothing whatsoever.

Gila.

Gila, look at me.

- I won't let anybody harm you. - Noah, please.

Gila?

May all your suffering be at an end.

This isn't the kind of bookie you mess with.

I don't think it's a good idea you're going there alone.

I'll be fine, Sammy, thanks.

- I have another call I gotta take, sorry. -Noah...

Pete, I know. I'm sorry.

You said you'd be here by now. What the fuck is going on?

A personal thing, I couldn't make it back this morning.

Are you fucking kidding me? The meeting is in two hours.

Kerra is not going to allow this, man.

- Tell her I'll be back as soon as I can. -Yeah, she's gonna like that.

Uh, manager?

Excuse me.

I've, uh, spilled a bit of coffee on the seat

and I was wondering if you might be able to get the stain out?

Yeah, just wait, I'll be right out.

Thank you so much.

Ah, bets, huh? Who's picked to win?

What?

You got a betting table there, in your book.

Who the fuck are you?

You think we owe you money, right?

My brother killed himself because of you. That's not enough?

Hm?

Listen well, friend.

The one who owes something, is you.

And knowing that, you should pray we don't come to collect.

Fucking greedy Jews. Goddamn.

Now they suddenly show up, huh?

Yanki kept begging to let him keep betting.

"No, please, two more weeks, three more weeks."

I told him he should just go ask his rich brother over there.

Sent him away with nothing. He told me.

Yanki owes me 227,000, okay?

Go home and tell your family that I'm waiting.

And trust me, I'll get what I'm owed.

So, yarmulke...

Why don't you be a good Jew and fuck off, huh?

Before you end up like your brother.

He begged you for help! And you let him die, you murderer!

Noah. Noah, Noah!

What are you doing?! What happened?!

- Get off me! - Are you crazy?

I'm so sorry about all this. Shkoyach.

Sorry about what happened. Sorry. Shkoyach.

Stay calm, please.

Okay... Why don't you tell us what happened?

- Why's he here? - I belong here.

Benny's more than a cousin now. He's part of our every decision.

We want to hear you out. Please.

What do you want from us?

Just the truth.

After Yanki got into trouble, he went to Eli.

Desperate.

Asking for help, and he refused.

No, no, tate.

- Did that happen? - No!

Well, yes, I mean, we spoke. But he never said how bad it was or anything.

- He wouldn't tell me about any... - He asked you for help. You should have.

He shouldn't been caught up with all that mishegoss to begin with.

I helped him once before. I kept it to myself and warned him he should stop.

I told him he can't work at the company and be gambling. It can be the end of us.

But he didn't want to listen.

It's our name he was putting in danger, I can't stand for that.

Our name? You make me sick.

Yanki is dead because of this "holy name".

You buried your poor brother in order to keep your name clean.

- Noah... - Don't talk to me like that, you traitor.

I'm protecting the way of life you spit on.

You should be protecting your flesh and blood.

This is the problem. This culture of whispers.

So-called honor, the silence.

It's a disease. And you wonder why I left?

Look at you.

You fuss and you davent for Yanki,

but where were you all when he really needed you?

As if you were there for him?

You're right.

For what we did to Yanki, there's no atonement.

For any of us.

All of us failed him.

But now we have a moral obligation to protect his family.

His wife and his children.

Whatever it costs.

Right, tate?

- Eli... - The man is speaking nonsense.

We don't have that kind of money.

We gotta take care of his debt.

You got a lot of chutzpah giving us a bunch of lectures.

All of a sudden you're all about family? You care about Yanki?

And Gila should sell the apartment, I suppose?

Huh?

She should be homeless because of his debt?

Come on, nobody will be homeless, huh.

She'll find a new husband, with God's help.

Yeah? The widow of someone who killed himself?

You and I both know we cannot afford this.

Yanki's gotten us into enough trouble already.

He left it here that day.

Banks aren't giving loans to diamond companies anymore.

But... we've lost pretty much every customer we had.

And all because we're small. We can't serve them.

And father's old clients?

I figure he sees everybody at shul.

Yeah. Tate, God bless his good and true heart,

he was so loyal to them forever,

but then they all abandoned him like a dog.

And we're all on our own now.

We're all alone in this business nowadays.

What are we gonna do?

Hey, hey, hey, slow down.

Hey...

Fuck me...

I'm here to pay up, huh.

These are top notch diamonds, they're worth a fortune.

- There's not enough here. Yanki... - That's all you're getting.

And I'd advise you to say thanks and leave us alone.

Fuck you.

We've got a deal?

Dirty Jew.

Are we done?

Good.

I see you and your monkeys around again, things won't go as well for you.

- Where is it? - Asshole.

Thank you.

- What have you done? - I fixed it.

- How? - They won't bother us anymore.

I promise.

Gila.

I'm, uh... returning to London.

Good.

But may I call you?

Why?

I mean, to make sure everything's okay.

Nothing is okay.

Must be a lot of fun, fleeting about as you please.

But I won't pretend that I'm grateful for the week that you've been here.

- Gonna get you. - No, you won't, Hillel.

No, you won't. I'm too fast for you.

Incredible, isn't it? And it's just been a week.

Yeah, he's a fan of Hillel.

Family sure is a strong thing.

- Are you certain? - About what?

- About leaving. - Adina...

Noah, you're with us and you should stay.

Father won't even speak to me.

- Tommy! - Yeah!

Two more minutes, we're almost done!

Yanki has caused more problems than you can imagine, Noah, truly.

- Like what? - Well, a while ago,

Yanki had begun to make bargains with a diamond trader in Dubai.

Without Eli and me knowing anything.

Everything was done in cash.

Now it's clear it was to fund his gambling addiction, if nothing else.

And, well...

The last time Yanki sold diamonds to this individual,

he wouldn't pay for the diamonds.

And the supplier needs to get paid still.

One and a half million euros.

We managed to keep tate in the dark, but...

And... ten years ago we might have found some solution to pay it, but now?

There's no way.

Our supplier, Fogel, has called for arbitration.

If they force payment, then it's curtains for Wolfson Diamonds.

Tommy! Let's go! Say bye.

Noah? Noah...

I just feel that we ought to be approaching this as a family, you know?

Do we really have to go now?

Yes. The cab's here. Take that off.

- Why? - It's not for you.

- Bye, Tommy. - Go get your bag.

I'm sorry, Adina.

- Come. - Are we coming back? Dad?

Okay, buckle up.

Can I have the phone?

- Brussels train station? - Yes.

Your name is Wolfson?

- What? - Name. Name, sir. Uh, you're Wolfson?

Grandma!

Tomtom? I've been looking for you guys all week. Where are you?

We're in Antwerp, in Belgium.

Is that so?

We found this in one of the last containers.

- Rough diamonds, uncut. - Wow, that's a lot.

This is without a doubt worth more than a million.

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