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Sometimes in a man's life,
stuff happens that makes everyone go quiet,

so quiet that no one
even dares to talk about it.

Not to anyone, not even to themselves.
Not in their head and not out loud.

Not a fucking word. 'Cause everything
has somehow gotten stuck.

There, deep in the fields,
under the trees and leaves, year after year.

Then suddenly it all comes back,
just like that, from one day to the next.

No matter how long ago it was,

there will always be someone
to bring it all back.

Because no matter what you do or think,
one thing is for sure--

you're always fucked.

Now, tomorrow, next week, or next year,
until the end of time,

fucked.

LIMBURG, BELGIUM

What's this I've been hearing?
You're refusing to have our cows?

It's a bit late for that.
You don't have a say in it anymore.

You do what we tell you to do.

You use our products
when we say so.

You take your animals to my uncle
when we say so.

You're lucky that your father
knew my father, pal!

When I get home' I wanna hear
that you've called Uncle Eddy.

Got it?

Got it?

You will only sell your bulls to him'
and at his price.

BULLHEAD

ZEEBRUGGE, BELGIUM

Marc. Leon.

- Which one is it?
- The white one. Open it.

That's fine. Put that one in my boot
and the rest in the truck.

And get a move on.

Guys!
The rest in the truck!

Diederik, call me.

Marc De Kuyper is unable
to take your call right now.

Come inside with Granny.

Hello, Jacky.

Hi, bro.

- New wheel trims?
- Not bad eh?

- They look expensive.
- Nope.

They were a bargain.

- How much?
- 6.

- Where did you get them?
- From David.

- David?
- David, the Walloon.

How are things?
What's happened to you?

- Been playing football...
- What's with the suit?

Smart, isn't it?
And I can afford it.

- That's the androstendione?
- Yeah.

Half an hour after injecting it, it's gone.
No trace of it. Nothing.

Animals fattened
in 8 weeks instead of 10.

- And 1 percent fatter. Ching, ching.
- Sounds good.

They don't even have it
in the "Hormonic States of America."

- What about Uncle Eddy?
- He's on his way.

Okay, I'll call you back later. Bye.

Hey, Eddy!
Going to the moon or something?

Stieve. Jacky.

The slaughterhouse
was packed again.

- Uncle Eddy, Sam has a proposition.
- Shoot.

I talked to a former partner of mine
from West Flanders.

A client of his, Marc De Kuyper,
is looking for a new supplier.

But I can't do it alone'
so I'm looking for some help.

Why is West Flanders
suddenly interested in us?

Limburg is a long way away, and maybe
West Flanders is not enough for him.

- What do you think, Jacky?
- Talking never hurt anyone.

- Let me know when, Sam.
- Okay. All right.

WAREMME BELGIUM

Well?

Go on. Those Walloons don't understand
a fuckin' word we say.

It wasn't easy' Richter. Daems fought back.
I had to put five bullets in him.

- Where's the restroom?
- Huh?

- Where are the toilets?
- Over there in the corner.

- Are these the original wheel trims?
- Yes we stole it like this.

These are the original wheel trims.
Right, David? David?

- We stole it like this.
- Yeah yeah, we stole it like this.

There's the rest. 1500 euros.

Listen up' my friends. This car needs
to disappear. No screwing up.

- Dis-a-ppear.
- I understand. Disappear.

- All right, let's get going.
- Boss! You're forgetting your box.

No' no. It's a gift
from my employer.

- Hey, Christian!
- What is this crap? A steak?

- Christian!
- What?

- A hole.
- Yeah he was an asshole.

- No. There. That's a bullet hole.
- What?

That's a bullet hole.

Damn, you're right.

Of course I'm right.
That's a bullet hole.

A policeman investigating the illegal use
of hormones was murdered last night.

Gilbert Daems was hit
by a number of bullets.

It's thought that he was forced off the road
not far from his house.

- Jacky? Where are you?
- Here.

Get down from there.
You're wanted on the phone.

- What is it?
- It's Uncle Eddy.

- Yo.
- Turn the television on! Quick!

The news, yeah.

It is now thought that Daems
may have fired back at his killers.

There is no trace of the killers,

but they are likely to be members
of the hormone mafia underworld.

Are there any reasons
why Daems was targeted?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

David? David?

I'm over here!

It's Daems.
It's him. I knew it.

- They've killed a cop!
- How do you know?

It's not the first time I've worked
with those Flemish butchers.

- I didn't know.
- You never know anything.

They're all mafia.
Far-right Flemish nationalists, too.

Fascists' all of them.
Fuck those damn Flemish!

- But how can you be so sure?
- Do I have to draw you a map?

The night that cop's shot, those two
bring us a car with a bullet hole in it.

Even if I'm wrong,
I'm not taking any chances.

Not for those Flemish bastards.

Watch your steak!

- What are we gonna do?
- We're gonna dump that fuckin' car.

We don't want anything to do with this.
Make it disappear my ass!

- See no evil, hear no evil.
- See what?

See no evil, hear no evil.

We're gonna dump that car
on their own fuckin' patch in Flanders.

- We'll wash our hands of it.
- Hold on, hold on hold on.

- The police will find that car.
- Use your head! That's the whole point!

So, what if they find a stolen car?
No one'll think it was used for a murder.

- We've got a problem.
- What problem?

- The tires.
- What tires?

The original tires.

- Oh' yeah. Shit!
- Yeah! Who should use their head now?

If they ever find out those
aren't the original tires, we'll...

I say we dump it
in the canal.

That'd be okay.

That would be okay?
Are you out of your mind?

Driving it 30 km and risking someone
seeing us dump it in the canal?

So, let's get them back.

Let's get them back.

- You see? With a bit of effort...
- What?

Your steak is burning!

See that?
He hasn't got what it takes.

- Hello.
- Marc.

See that? He hasn't got it yet.
He hasn't got it yet.

WEST FLANDERS, BELGIUM

- You're now on the Limburg connection.
- Limburg?

You can join us for lunch,
but keep your mouth shut, okay?

Keep your eyes and ears open.
See that? That's not right, is it?

Look at him jump, guys.
There, look. There.

- Who are they?
- Sam Raymond, a vet...

and a connection of his
from Limburg.

- What's the name again?
- Jacky. Jacky Vanmarsenille.

Jacky?

Vanmarsenille?

- Marc' how are things?
- Fine.

Jacky Vanmarsenille. Leon.

- Sam Raymond.
- Diederik.

Let's go get something to eat.

Limburg. I go there a lot.

The red-light district, right?

Do you know the red-light district
along that main road?

- Do you know that red-light district?
- I've heard stories.

I bet he knows it. It's funny.
There's brothel after brothel.

Everybody doing 30 km per hour.
No need for speed cameras on poles there.

More like poles in your pants.

- What's up with him?
- I don't know.

Just a moment.

- Something's not right.
- Don't worry so much.

I'll take care of it.
Just get on with it.

I'll call you later, okay?

My brother.

Why don't you go
and check on him?

Go and check on him, pal.

Jack.

I don't know you.

Do you know
what's bugging me?

They took Daems out, right?

Nobody seems to think
it's a big deal.

But it means we can't do our jobs
properly anymore.

True or not?

True or not?

The cops.

They may be watching us.
You, me. Here, now.

Then what?

Nobody's watching me.

I'm watching you.

Then we can talk.

I swear I thought
we were finished.

But then you played it
brilliantly Jacky.

"I'm watching you."

We should celebrate.

I know how we can celebrate.

- Drop me off at home first.
- Don't be such a spoilsport.

Come on, Jacky.

Come on!

What's the matter?
I'm paying.

- It's this way, guys.
- I'll show you which way it is.

Okay' okay.
Fuck off, partner.

I'll screw yours, too' then,
but you're paying!

20 YEARS EARLIER

Run, Jacky.
Run, Jacky. Run!

Wow you can run fast.

- Did you watch Merlina on TV yesterday?
- No, I forgot. I was busy.

- Come on over!
- I'm coming, Jean!

- For goodness' sake' Stieve. Come on.
- I'm gonna learn to inject!

- Cool!
- Be careful with those syringes.

Look who's here.
Hi, handsome. Come here!

- Why do you think God invented hot water?
- Ugh, that tastes like coffee.

- Go and help your brother.
- Irene.

Hi, Renaat.
How are you? Go on in.

- Are they getting more injections again?
- Yes, we need to make them stronger.

- Right, Renaat?
- Yes, of course.

The water in the bottles
is called DES: Diethylstilboestrol.

- DES?
- Yes, DES.

It's a growth hormone.

Everything in the body is regulated
by various substances.

And hormones
are the most important ones.

But sometimes we need
to lend nature a helping hand.

- Like methanol in a motorbike.
- That's right, son.

- Be careful with those syringes, Stieve.
- Okay.

Jean' always use new ones from now on.
To avoid infections.

Inject them in their ass
or between the hooves.

The police?
What are they doing here?

Hold on a moment.

Let's go.

I'll be right back. Behave yourselves.
Don't touch anything.

Okay.

What are we doing here?

My dad said we had to pick up
some products for the animals.

From a truck company?

Methanol' methadone, hormones...
all the same kind of thing I suppose.

Yeah, yeah.

Look. Look over there.

Wow.

- I fancy her.
- Forget it. Your French sucks.

Oh, Jacky, I love you!
I've got big tits! Oh, yes!

Hey! Are you making fun
of my sister?

- We don't speak French very well.
- Do you wanna fuck my sister?

- Do you wanna fuck my sister?
- Bruno, stop it.

- Do you wanna fuck my sister?
- Stop it.

- Wanna fuck?
- What's fuck?

Have sex. Do you know what sex is?
Do you know what sex is?

- Bruno, that's enough. Stop it!
- What are you laughing at? What?

- Wanna fuck?
- That's enough.

Shut up! 5,000 francs,
and you can fuck Lucia.

- Look. Like this.
- Let go of me!

Wanna fuck her?

Shut up! This is a client.
Stop laughing!

How much to fuck my sister?
Do you wanna cum in her?

He's your contact.
If he refuses to pay...

- Listen...
- No, you listen!

No money, no goods. Is that clear?
You're being a pain in the ass!

Bruno, have you done what I asked?
Well, get on with it, then.

- You're a pain in the ass, too!
- Jacky! What did I say?

Don't touch anything.
Fuck! Get in the car!

Girls... They've got tits' periods'
and God knows what else!

- So, what?
- Well, what about us?

We have to wait
until we're able to shoot.

Shoot...?

We just have to wait.
That's all.

Let's go one last time.

We've been there so many times.
Why would she be there now?

- I'll buy you some ice cream. Four scoops!
- And whipped cream on top!

Diederik!

Diederik!

- What, Jacky?
- Where did you go?

I needed to pee.

Doesn't matter. I saw something.
Come and see.

- Let go of me. You're insane.
- Behave bitch.

Who wants another one?
Do you want another one? Here you are.

- What about you?
- Me, too.

- What are they doing?
- I don't know.

- Do you think those are sex magazines?
- I think so.

Turn around.

Look that way. Don't look.
Hey, don't look!

Look at what he's doing.

Hey! Enemy invasion!
All attack!

Gotcha! I've got one
of those little pests!

You little bastard, I've got you now!
You're a real pain in the ass.

Well, now you're gonna
find out what it feels like.

Hold his arm. Get a brick.
We're gonna make your balls ache now!

Hold his leg.
Give me the bricks.

I'm gonna make your balls ache.
I'm gonna smash your balls.

Smash his balls!
Smash his balls!

Smash his balls!

I didn't think he'd really do it.

You pest!

Ricky! What's up?
Hiding from someone?

- Let's go for a fuck.
- Are you insane?

No, just horny.

Come to the hotel, or Mustafa from cell 12
will be making you his bitch.

- Do we have to do this every time?
- We're lovers. Lovers fuck.

- All right, what happened at the racetrack?
- It was just a meeting.

Jacky Vanmarsenille. Sam Raymond.
At the racetrack with De Kuyper?

We know the Vanmarsenilles.
Is there anything I should know?

- This has nothing to do with Daems.
- Every day there are more indications...

that your De Kuyper
ordered the hit on Daems.

But' surprisingly' few of those indications
have come from you.

- I'm waiting. Jacky Vanmarsenille.
- I don't know these people.

They're from' I don't know'
fuckin' Limburg.

- A coincidence, or what?
- Yeah, a coincidence.

There's no such thing
as coincidence. It's for losers.

Coincidence is an excuse losers use
when they don't know what else to say.

- That's what coincidence is.
- It was just business. Business.

That's it. Meat, meat, meat.
That's all. That's what we do.

So, if you look at it that way,
no, it's not a coincidence.

Right. Listen carefully.

Your guys must've ordered it.

Diederik.

You're going to have to help us,
or you'll be an accomplice to murder.

What? I don't believe this.

Can we trust you, Diederik?

Trust me?

I suppose you'll have to.

I'm not supposed to share this
with an informant

but a BMW was seen driving off
after the murder.

A big one.
A 5 Series.

You can help us, Diederik.

I'll see what I can do.

Antony, hold on!

Would you like to go
for a drink sometime?

I mean, when all this is over?

The sooner this is solved,
the better, Diederik.

Okay, okay.

A BMW 5 Series.
I'll check it out. I promise!

- Finished?
- Almost.

- Move your ass so I can see.
- Hold on.

Move your ass.

Good work.
No trace of the bullet hole.

- What have you done, David?
- I went back for them.

- But what did you give him in return?
- Stieve? Nothing.

- I said we'd get him new ones.
- New tires?

Did you win the lottery, or what?
Who's gonna pay for them?

We'll give him the old ones back,
and once we're rid of this car,

we'll look for others.

Hey, don't forget these tires have traces
from the murder scene on them.

Do you think
you're a cop now, or what?

They'll never look for them
at the Vanmarsenilles'.

- It's better to spread things around.
- We'll spread things around.

Stieve!

- What's wrong?
- What happened to your tires?

- David came back for them.
- What do you mean, came back for them?

A production flaw.
He said he'd bring some others.

David? That guy only sells
production flaws.

- Couldn't they give you some spares?
- You can see they couldn't.

Stieve, buy your tires
from a tire shop.

Hey' I've only got two hands.
I put the men to work while you stay inside.

Why don't you talk to David
instead of always giving me shit?

They were nice tires.

Call me back later.
Yeah, later.

- How did it go at the racetrack?
- Fine, fine.

- Did you get us a deal?
- It looks like it. Yeah.

- All right, then.
- Something's not right.

- What's not right?
- De Kuyper...

Just a second.
I have to take this call.

Yes. Yes, it's about that raffle.
You were going to do it.

I told you
that you had to do it.

The important thing now, Irene,

is that he develops
secondary sexual characteristics.

- What are those?
- The male sex characteristics.

Beard growth, chest development,
stronger muscles, the voice changing,

penis development, erections--
becoming a man--and ejaculations.

Listen, he may recover.

But you absolutely must give him
testosterone. Otherwise...

I'm not having them inject
my boy with that stuff.

But Jacky no longer
has any testicles.

So, we need to give him
extra testosterone now during puberty

so that he can develop normally.
Otherwise he will never be a man.

- Ask him.
- No, you ask him.

We're all adults here.
Ask me whatever it is you want to ask.

Is he going to be gay?

Diederik is the only one
who can testify against that bastard.

No, no, no, Jean.
Listen to me.

If I let Diederik testify
against Schepers' son

with all his connections, he only has
to snap his fingers and we're screwed.

You and me.

Do you wanna start World War I I I
with a mafia type like Schepers?

I'm not going to jail, Jean.
He knows way too much about us.

Jail. That's what'd
be waiting for us.

And then Jacky would be
all on his own.

Do you know
who the real criminal here is?

You, you coward!

Jacky. Jacky.
Jacky, come here.

My dad said I wasn't allowed
to say anything.

Get out! if you can't do anything'
then just fuck off!

Calm down, pal.

Diederik!
What are you doing here?

Go on.

There he is.
Ask him if it was an accident.

Wait! It wasn't an accident! Wait!

You stay here Jacky.

- Hey. Remember me?
- What?

- Remember that boy over there?
- I don't understand.

You know him, right?
Come and see what you've done.

What's going on?
Let go of me!

On your knees.

- Let go of me!
- Look what you've done.

- Stop it! What's going on?
- I'm gonna kill him!

You won't do a thing.
Can't you see he's nuts?

It was an accident.

- An accident?
- Yes, it was an accident.

Get out of here! Go on!

Fuck off!

- Hello, sir. Can I help you?
- Hello.

- Some aftershave' please.
- Certainly.

- Do you have a favorite one?
- No.

Then we'll just try a few.
Follow me.

There. This one is pretty unique.

It has a hint of iris. Slightly powdery.
A bit like perfume for women.

Then there is this one, which is our
most masculine one. A little woody.

It's a classic. Very popular.

And this one is my personal favorite.
Sporty, lemony fresh, young...

for active men.

It's hard to choose' isn't it?
I know what we'll do.

I'm gonna give you some samples.
You can try them at home.

'Cause it's important not only
to smell good but to feel good, too.

Come back when you've
made your choice.

- I'll take this.
- An eau de cologne. Why not?

- It's for my mom.
- Of course. What a lucky mom.

Follow me to the register?

There you go.
That will be 28 euros.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

There you are.

- You haven't got a loyalty card, eh?
- No.

May I have your name
and address?

Jacky Vanmarsenille.

- Grand Route. Heers.
- Heers?

On the other side of the language border?
My mother lives near there.

- I'll keep this for you, shall I?
- Yes.

- There you go. Have a nice day. Bye.
- Bye.

- The deal is off.
- What did you say?

- Why?
- Because something isn't right.

Okay, so De Kuyper
has a reputation.

Like Eddy says, we need him.
It's a great opportunity!

De Kuyper is the kind of guy
to whom mud never sticks.

Let him score his own stuff.
What we need to do is lay low...

wait until they catch Daems' killer,
and see who's left, eh?

- Yeah.
- We're doing well now.

I don't wanna get screwed
because of that fool.

You're exaggerating. You act as if
De Kuyper killed Daems himself.

- Call it off!
- Call it off!

Calm down, guys!
Let's go for a drink okay?

What's that I smell on you?

Sam Raymond.

11:37. Leaves
the Vanmarsenilles' farm.

- Antony.
- Hi, man.

Eva isn't with you?
Must be something special then.

- We needn't do everything by the book.
- My thoughts exactly.

We're not exactly by the book,
either, are we?

I'm gonna
get straight to the point.

I wanna see you again once this is over,
but for now we need to separate business--

- From pleasure. Sure, man. Shoot.
- Sit down.

- You're keeping things from us.
- Me? I'm not.

I'm warning you.
Don't bullshit me.

I'm not joking. I'm a cop.
Finding things out comes naturally.

And I can feel you' my friend.
I can smell you.

I can feel something's not right.

Jacky's dad was the one
who ratted on your dad to the police.

Resources were scarce,
politicians uninterested.

Suddenly Father Vanmarsenille
winds up with a case.

Ideal for the media and morale.

So, Vanmarsenille gets immunity,
and your dad ends up in jail.

Yet they were good friends.

And now Jacky suddenly pops up
in your entourage.

- Diederik, something isn't right.
- Jacky has nothing to do with this.

We knew each other' yes,
but that was 20 years ago.

Some shit happened back when
we were little. Some heavy shit.

- Sex abuse shit?
- No, man.

Look, what his dad did'
I would've done the same.

- Turn your own dad in?
- My dad is a coward.

Was a coward.

He made me shut up,
and then he shut himself up.

- I have to go.
- Me too.

I've got a meeting
with your prime suspect.

Diederik, give us that one thing.
Do it for yourself...

and for us.

This zoo was shut down
by an animal rights organization.

Since I'm a vet, they asked me
to put the animals down.

But instead of taking them
to the slaughterhouse I sold them.

To restaurants.

That month,
the Africans in Brussels

were eating monkeys
from a Limburg zoo,

and snakes, and shit like that.

Dinner is ready. Roast pork,
vegetables, and croquettes.

So, Richter...
what do you do for a living?

Ask and I deliver it.
My product is called networking.

- Very important. Very, very important.
- That's why we're all here today.

Sometimes networks break down.

Especially the pharmaceutical kind,
if you know what I mean.

The cops found hormones in my meat,
which led them to Pharmakin.

So, Pharmakin
dropped us like a brick.

I don't need to draw you a picture.
They made a deal with the cops.

What can you do
in such a case?

Be quicker than them,
tougher than them.

Make sure they're scared of you,
so they stop fuckin' me about.

I think they got
the message this time.

Anyway from now on,

we're gonna concentrate more
on the smaller supply chains.

Small is beautiful.

We don't have a choice.
We need to do something.

And you will be
our new supplier.

Diederik, you're gonna help him.
Richter will provide the contacts.

What? Got a problem with that?

No, of course not.
I just didn't expect it. That's all.

I'm driving back to Limburg tonight.
Why don't you come along?

Then you can see the Vanmarsenilles again.
If we have to do some networking...

- I think it's a good idea.
- The Vanmarsenilles.

Okay.

Excuse me, sir. Just a minute.
You have to wear a shirt.

- No shirt.
- Patrick!

Good evening, my friend.
Do you know anyone here?

- No. Do you?
- I'm the owner. Are you Flemish?

Your first time here?
I like the Flemish.

You have a feeling for business.
You're ambitious. I like that.

But wearing a shirt is obligatory here.
We sell them for 15 euros.

- 13 euros.
- 15 euros, my friend.

Okay.

Two vodkas, 2 euros.

- What?
- 2 euros.

Two champagnes.

Two.

Shit, guys, I'm drunk.

I need to take a leak.

Hello?

Fuck!
No, I'll call you back.

I think we've got a problem.
Richter come with me.

Leave that here.
Come with me. Hurry up.

The car has been found.

It was supposed to disappear
without a trace!

So, how come the cops fuckin' found it
sitting by the side of the road?

I made it very clear that they
had to make the car disappear.

- Who was supposed to do it?
- Two car mechanics from Liège.

From fuckin' Liège? Dammit!
What was fuckin' wrong with West Flanders?

Who's the guy
who keeps staring at you?

That guy?

- He's just a customer. Stop it.
- A customer?

Have you seen
how he looks at you? It's freaky.

- I don't know.
- What don't you like him?

- He's too, I don't know, stout?
- Muscular?

You don't have to marry him.
Go for it.

It will do you good.

Hello.

How are you doing?
How are you doing?

Fine.

- Do you come here often?
- It's the first time.

Me, too.

My friend Daphne dragged me along
because she has a crush on the boss.

- The nigger?
- We say "black guy."

Are you wearing that perfume
I gave you? It suits you.

Come by the shop if you'd like to buy some.
We're open tomorrow.

- So, what business are you in?
- Meat.

- Then you must have lots of barbecues.
- What? Who's having a barbecue?

When? I'm not free.

Vincent and his jokes...

- What are you up to?
- I'm busy, Vincent.

Let's dance!

I'll show you
a brilliant African dance.

- No...
- Come on, beautiful.

Bye pal.

A good guy.
Well well, well...

Look who it is!
It's our fool!

Where were you today?
Hey, I'm talking to you.

- Where were you?
- Look at him. He's been drinking again.

Come on. Go and sit down. That'll do.
Go and sit down. There in the corner.

Look who's been drinking!

I've brought someone with me.

What do you say, Jacky?

Let bygones be bygones?
Diederik is here as a gesture of good will.

Come on.

Have you been talking to De Kuyper
behind my back?

No. It's...
No.

I mean, it's meant
more as a surprise.

- To show you that everything's okay.
- What did I tell you?

I told you the deal
with De Kuyper was off.

You know what's wrong with you?
You've got no balls.

- Wanna know what it's like?
- Come on, Jack.

What do you want? You'll never know.
You'll never know what it's like.

Both of them.
You've got to do both of them.

Oh, Mr. Vanmarsenille.
How are you?

Nice weather today.

Hello. You're Stieve's brother, right?
I'm very sorry about this.

The old tires are all we have.

But we've ordered the new ones.
You'll have them soon.

Just be patient.
They're on their way.

- Did my brother pay already?
- Yes.

So, he paid for tires
that he already had?

You fool!

No, don't!
Please! Help!

- Shut up!
- I won't do it again.

- Why are you fuckin' with us?
- I won't do it again.

- What did we do wrong?
- Shut up.

- I won't do it again.
- Eh?

- He always talks so fast.
- Shut up!

- It was 'cause of the tires.
- What about them?

- They're special ones.
- I'll show you special!

Jacky! What's going on?
What are you doing?

- You're out of control.
- What did I tell you?

"Buy your tires from a tire shop."
Did I or didn't I?

Sorry, guys.
You can take a shower if you'd like.

Fuck off, you Flemish bastards!

You guys are sick!

Christian come back!

All that over a set of tires?
Did you see the state those guys were in?

You won't even answer.
I've been trying for years.

But you treat me like shit. Are you aware
of everything I've done for you?

I was always there for you.
Do you remember when you turned 3?

I stopped them from making fun of you
for still being single at 30.

Thanks to me, no one says,
"That bastard's got no balls."

Shut your face.

Go on' then. Beat me up.
I'm the only one left. Your own blood.

Don't you forget that.

Stieve? Stieve!

Don't you forget that.

This is Sustanon. The real thing.
Not a cheap derivative from Poland or Russia.

How much? 250 mg?
Intramuscular injection, okay?

Testoviron.
That's what you asked for, right?

- No, not that.
- No.

Mestanolone.
Very aggressive stuff.

I've got some derivatives, too,
like DHT.

Mestanolone, 1 to 30 mg per day.
30 mg maximum, okay?

And no alcohol.
Absolutely none.

Otherwise your liver
will be destroyed within a week.

I'm explaining all of this
because I don't know you.

- What's that?
- That's Methyltestosterone.

Have you heard of it?
It's what we call "high caliber."

Bazooka.
Very, very dangerous.

I don't give this to just anyone.
I'm taking a risk here. Okay?

Long time no see, Bruno.

Shall we call your sister?

- Hi. Lucia here...
- Do you wanna leave a message?

Do you know why
I'm really here?

Do you?
I've come to get something.

Do you know what
I've come to get? A souvenir.

You've never pulled
that face before.

I think I've seen him, Mom.

That kid. His dad brought him over
about 20 years ago.

I can't stop thinking about him.
I'm sure it's him.

- What, did he threaten you?
- No, Mom.

- Because it was an accident!
- Yes, Mom.

We know all about Bruno
and his accidents.

- Thérèse! ls there any gin left?
- I'm coming.

- You, too, Diederik?
- Yes.

I'm pulling out of the deal with Limburg.
Too much shit in the air.

- Diederik, you speak French, don't you?
- A bit.

Go to Liège. There are two mechanics there
who are fuckin' me around.

But tell them Richter sent you.
Not me. Richter.

Can't Richter go himself?

Okay.

Tell them if they dare open their mouths
about Richter and the car,

he'll turn 'em
into corned beef. Say it.

- If you dare open your mouths about--
- In French, you fool!

Eva, it's Diederik.
Something's going on.

I've got to go and intimidate two Walloons
named David and Christian.

I think they may know something
about your BMW.

Eva. The results
on the BMW are in.

Eva! Come in.

The lab found one of Daems' bullets
in the BMW's chassis.

Daems fired five times. We only found
three impacts. Number 4 is in that BMW.

That hole's been filled
with polyester.

There are two fingerprints
in the polyester inside the bodywork.

David Filippini,'
convicted of fencing.

Cousin of Christian Filippini,.
Ditto, plus assault and theft.

They were seen at Vanmarsenille's.

- A team's on its way to arrest them.
- I've got a message from my informant.

Eva, it's Diederik.
Something's going on.

I've got to go and intimidate two Walloons
named David and Christian.

Oh, fuck!

Are you guys the mechanics
David and Christian?

- Who wants to know?
- Richter.

Fuck.

He sends you a message.
If you ever say a word about that BMW,

he will cut off your balls
and make sausages out of them.

- What?
- Uh?

Knackwurst!

- Hello!
- What are you doing here?

A friend.
She can wait.

Why have you come here?

What on Earth could she want?
You met her the other day.

Daphne. She was
with me at the club.

Did you stay long that night?

- No.
- Not again!

I really do have to call her back.
It may be something to do with the shop.

- Yes' Daphne. What's wrong?
- That guy from the nightclub...

Who? Vincent?
That womanizer?

Yes, him. Did he spend the night
at your place?

I don’t jump in bed
with everyone, you know.

Hold on. He's in a coma.
They beat him up like some animal.

He's gonna be a vegetable for the rest
of his life, and that's if he even wakes up.

Hello? Lucia? Hello?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine. I've got to go.
An emergency. I must go.

- I'll come and buy some of that perfume.
- Right. Great! Bye.

Hi, Uncle!

Sit down. Go on.

No one's allowed to see you.
Antony will stay here with you.

I've had fuckin' enough of it!
I'm sick to death of you Flemish.

Bastards! All of you!
I didn't do anything!

I didn't kill him.

It's my cousin David. He introduced me
to the fuckin' Flemish bastard.

I want you two
to steal a car for me.

My cousin Christian is a nice guy,
unlike some of his friends...

Don't worry' my Flemish friend.
Making cars disappear is our specialty.

I knew he wouldn't get rid of the car.
He was gonna sell the parts.

The next day, Christian shows up
with a BMW. A BMW 5 Series.

- It's done.
- Stolen...

In Liège.

Liège? No way.
David stole the BMW in Namur.

Richter came back a few days later
with some Flemish fascist bastard.

A butcher, a fat pig,
with a Bruges football scarf.

I didn't ask questions
but said to myself,

"David, how come you know
these Flemish bastards?"

My Flemish friends.

"What are you doing
with people like this?"

Five hours later,
that Flemish mercenary was back again.

He dumps the car
in the garage,

and what do I see?
A bullet hole!

- If you ask me...
- They must've killed someone.

That hormone cop.

- What tires?
- Christian wanted to sell them.

Ah, those tires.

I knew one of the Vanmarsenille brothers
drove a BMW, so I thought, why not him?

I know him well. He often pops in
on his way to the whores.

So' I swapped the tires
and put the old tires on Richter's BMW.

The next day,
I heard the news on the radio.

The first thing I did was drive to
the Vanmarsenilles' to get the tires back.

That's when things took
a turn for the worse,

especially...
especially for Christian.

My phone!

Wanna know where the tires are?
Well, I'll tell you where.

Richter and the other Flemish bastards,
they work for Jacky Vanmarsenille.

He's sick.
He's got a head like a bull.

The tires from the murder scene,
they're at his place.

This is Richter's address'
and De Kuyper is holed up with that woman.

Okay, fine.

- Diederik.
- Eva.

The Vanmarsenilles.
They've really got nothing to do with this?

No. I've never seen Sam with De Kuyper
before let alone Jacky Vanmarsenille.

- That was just...
- Stop whining, Diederik.

Fuck you! He's not being made the fall guy,
'cause coincidentally--

Coincidentally? You know what
I think about coincidence!

It is what it is, okay?

Go home and don't say a word
to De Kuyper about being arrested.

Message delivered.
That's it.

The only thing I want you to do
is go through this list once more.

Any other names you recognize?

- What?
- Nothing.

- Nothing?
- Lucia.

Some girl at school
had that name.

Lucia?

- He can go.
- Diederik. Come on.

Go home, Diederik.

No one can see us.

- When it's over.
- When it's over?

When it's over, Diederik.

Shit.

Lucia Schepers? Surveillance
says there's nothing on her.

I'm not taking any chances.
Let's tap her phone.

Fuck you' Antony.
Fuck you!

- What's for dinner?
- Fried chicken with apricots.

- And cocktail sauce?
- Yes.

- Isn't Dad eating?
- No. Let him sit there for a while.

Maes just pulled up outside of
Bullhead's place. Is that part of the plan?

What? Diederik?
At Vanmarsenille's?

Is anyone checking
the transponder, or what?

Moments ago'
he was heading for the coast.

Dammit' Diederik,
answer the phone!

Jean.

Jean?

Jacky, there's someone with Dad.
Do you know him?

Is he here to see you?

Stay here.

What are you doing here?

Jack.

What are you doing here?

Listen. Get your family
and everyone out of here.

Why?

There's a big chance a SWAT team
will show up here in a few hours.

- I don't understand.
- The cops.

- Special whatever squad.
- What are you saying?

I'm a police informant.

I told them
you had nothing to do with it.

- What?
- Jacky, stop that!

- What?
- They're gonna arrest everybody.

De Kuyper, Sam... The cops think you
had something to do with Daems' murder.

I know you had nothing to do with it.
It's just sheer coincidence.

But if you want your family
to be safe...

Mom, go to Stieve's
and take Dad with you.

- Tell Stieve not to come here.
- What about the animals?

- Get out of here.
- But--

Get out of here!

You stay put.

I've got to go. Otherwise
De Kuyper will know I've sold him out.

No way! Are you sure
they're coming tonight?

Not 100 percent. I hope it's tonight.
Then I can be done with this mess.

You're gonna help me.

Anything else?

My whole life,
I've known nothing but animals.

I've always felt
just like these bulls here.

Never knowing what it's like
to protect someone.

Calves, a herd'
like a wife, children.

Really having to protect them'
'cause you have to and it's in your nature.

I haven't got what
I'm supposed to have.

You're not a faggot, are you?

Me? No way!

Where's your car?

Diederik is leaving the Vanmarsenilles'.
Yes, he's alone.

When's the SWAT team coming?

What's in there?

Vitamins.

Yes?

What do you mean,
Diederik is off again? Yeah. Liège?

Fuck!

- Is this the place?
- Yes.

And who lives here?

- Lucia, or what?
- How did you know?

I didn't expect anything else
from a guy like you.

Go on.

Go on. Go get that girl.

- Hello?
- It's Jacky.

Jacky? This is a surprise!

Jacky, it's a bad time now.
Can you come back tomorrow?

- Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye!
- Lucia!

Hello. Police?

There's a guy at my door,
and I think he's trying to get in.

Yes, I'm scared.

His name is Jacky.
Jacky Vanmarsenille.

Boss? The police in Liège
just received an emergency call.

From Lucia Schepers.

- Jacky?
- Yes.

- I can't let you in. I'm not alone.
- Five minutes Lucia.

Why don't you just go home?

We'll see each other tomorrow.
Then you can tell me everything. Okay?

Who's there with you?

Don't do this, Lucia.
Don't do this!

Hey, don't break
the door down!

All right, I'll let you in.
Okay?

Yes.

What's wrong, Lucia?

You're alone.

- Are you afraid of me?
- Afraid of you? No.

You've come to my place at night.
You almost broke my door down.

No, of course I'm not afraid.

- Why did you come to my house?
- 'Cause I'm a woman. 'Cause I'm stupid.

I don't know.

Okay, know what we're gonna do?
I'm gonna get us a drink.

We're gonna calm down.

Then you'll go home, and tomorrow
we'll see each other again. Okay?

Stay where you are
and don't break anything.

Oh, yeah I called the police.

I understand everything now.
I know what you did.

You are...

You are all animals.
There. Now you know.

He attacked me.

I didn't do anything.

- I am not an animal.
- I don't understand you.

If you go now,
you can still get away.

The bathroom...

There.

We're too late.

Police.
Mr. Vanmarsenille, come out!

Come out!

Hands up.
Are you alone?

Come on. Hurry up.
Hurry up. Come on.