All language subtitles for Mocro.maffia.S05E06.2023.WEB-DLRip

Take the bag.

Fill that bag.

Bro, what are you doing?

We're in.
- Do you think you're free now?

That those people aren't going to look for you?
Tell me: What are we going to do now, patron?

This shit doesn't belong. It never goes again
to happen. I'll fix this myself.

You pay me back my shit.

Then we'll be friends again after that
who can play in the playground.

Me, come.

Recipe.
- Soufian.

Who is this?
- Meltem.

Find her.
- Oke, it's fine.

The most wanted man
of our country is being liquidated...

and you want to keep that a secret?

Younes Al Saddiqi is about to
to give us all the information...

to roll up that group around Ancharad.

You have no authority at all
to get my kids here.

Younes, just think for a second, man.

What do you think is outside
is available for you?

Where are you going, man?
To your wife?

Yes, maybe.

I want as soon as possible...

with those people who are on this charge
sitting waiting for table.

I want my money back
and before I'm gone.

I had a deal with Pope,
not with his toddlers.

What we don't understand
let alone tolerate...

is like you behind our backs
talk to other people.

Dishonesty is not accepted.
Let this be a lesson to you.

Now put your weapon on the dashboard.
- You're going to take me to Chaouki.

I swear, if I catch you, Pencil.
I'm going to find you.

I'll fuck the life out of your mother's cunt
whore boy.

Hello?
- Sorry for the unchristian time...

but you really need to hear this.
You want to know this.

It's not like I was asleep.

A few weeks ago, the FIOD
raided...

in an apartment in West.

It was a standard story:
a young girl with nimble fingers...

who did something with designer bags
on Marketplace and so on.

You know who you
on the phone right now, huh?

Yes Yes Yes. By itself
there was nothing special...

so that forensic investigation
to the suspect's house...

fell to the bottom of a pile
and when it was over...

was the detective on duty
on holiday.

Geusebroek.

Fingerprints of El Haddaoui.
- What?

The whole flat was covered
the fingerprints of El Haddaoui.

I told you I'd take care of it.

How are you?
- Good.

Now that this shipment is in all the way.

That is not what I mean. Everything alright,
niece? How are you doing?

It's alright. It's alright.

You know when it's better
would go with me?

If I look like that dog's corpse
of a pencil can spit.

Don't worry about Pencil.
Even if I have to go all over the world.

That dog is going. Yes?

Okay?
- Okay.

Good. There's work to be done.

There are some of your boys
outside the door.

They ask about you.
I know one anyway.

Do you have a clip shoot?

I have something for you.

20K. Plus interest.
We're finally even.

And do you want to do business or what?

do you hear him?

I also have
brought a gift.

Shorty?

He sold you quickly.

Hey, what the fuck?

Get out of here, bro. Cancer mess.

And?

Go to your mother.

The only thing I want to see you
is on TikTok. did you hear me?

Fuck off. Nobody rips us.

Nobody, huh, faggots.

Get those boys
clean up this mess.

Hey, fuck off.
- Hi.

Sorry.

What are you doing here?

What is?

Nothing, go to sleep.
I thought I heard something.

Hey, dude.

And now I have to sneak with you too
meeting in the car.

Why can't it be done at the office?
- In all honesty?

Because my partners are not a bomb
at the door of our business.

Hey, everything a little...
- A little bit of everything indeed.

Do you have everything?
- It's not too late, is it?

I know you don't trust them
but come on, man.

It's not safe out here, is it?
- Paul, please.

Please.
I don't have time for bullshit now.

Give me those statements and then...
I see.

My life in a fucking backpack.

Younes, we've come too far
to come back to square one now.

Good morning.

Hey.

Then where's the little rat?
- Lies in his bed stinking.

...about the Jaouad A case...

Did you already know this?
- Crime journalist Mathijs Harderwijk...

What?
- Did you already know this?

Yes.
- ...in Italy was liquidated.

Fuckin' chaos.

But yes, your own fault, big bump.

This was in Italy. I worry
about what is happening in Amsterdam.

Where's Otto?
- No idea.

Black?

Can't you say more, huh?
nowadays.

Hey?
- Nothing, dude.

Yes Nice. Go ahead.

Thanks man.

Didn't catch much sun, old man, did you?

Yes, I had asked if they were
had a room with a balcony, but...

they were already occupied.

Grab if you want.
- No thanks, man.

What's it like here?

Its way.

I'll do my best to put things together
to keep now that my dad is gone.

Yes man. Condolences again.
How did it actually happen?

Long story.
- Okay.

You too, by the way
with Joey.

Yes, boy.

Yes, it is what it is.
You don't do anything anymore, okay?

What do you say?

Yes...
- It is what it is?

Listen, friend.
It should never have happened.

Neither.
- Yes.

What are you doing?

I have some powdered sugar for you.

Powdered sugar?
- Yeah, about a good 30 kilos.

Is in the car.
- Okay.

Let's go there for a while.
- Then we'll go over there in a bit.

Show it then.

How much should you have?

For you 800,000.

700,000.

750,000. Yes?
Nice man.

Look.

That would have been nicer
to pack, right?

You can't go wrong for that price
about those bags or what?

Do you want to take it?

That price, huh.

Do you know what it is?

The ATM here is broken,
so i have no cash at all.

And you know, even if I had cash...

you and that brother of yours were the last
who would get a penny of it.

But you do have guts, I must say.

That you still dare to come here
after what your brother did to me.

Are you even dumber than your brother?

What are you talking about now, man?
Am I standing here? Not my brother.

I suggest you get in...

and return at once
to that Eastern Bloc country of yours. Yes?

Sorry, you go me now
sew up my ass?

You know
who we work with, crazy?

Those macros of which
the main pipo is out of the pipe.

Get in before I change my mind
and shoot you down.

Hey, Harry, you don't want this, man.
Come on, give me that cash.

Come on, crazy. It's been good.
Come on.

What are you going to do?
What the fuck are you going to do?

Fuck you.

fuck you?

To sit. Sit down and very quickly.

You really don't want this, Harry.

Shit, motherfucker.

By the way, don't forget greetings
to do to that little brother of yours.

Say see you soon.
We are waiting for him.

Fuck off.

Does he come, does he come.

Party time guys.

Hikmet, K.O., brother, come out, come.

What are we going to do?
- Last minute thing.

In Amsterdam, a girl.
- You can fix a girl yourself, brother.

Shut your mouth, yes?

Dogan, that German for whom we recently
got that mask.

I don't know what that girl did
but brother, he was freaked out.

Come on man. Now.

Let me go to the toilet first.

Pick up. Fuck.

Who?

Hello, Mrs. El Haddaoui,
you don't know me.

I am Gerben van Jaren,
prosecutor.

Maybe you've seen me
in court...

during your son's hearing.

Could I perhaps come in?

Mrs El Haddaoui,
I'm here out of respect for you.

Because I know, despite everything
what you've been through...

that you too are a victim.

make no mistake,
we know all about Adil.

We know about the tape
that he recently sent you.

We know that he is in the Netherlands and not,
as everyone says, in Morocco.

We know the address where he
lived and with whom he associates.

You lost him.
You don't know where he is.

I appeal to your maternal heart,
Mrs. El Haddaoui.

Your son is known as a very
firearms dangerous fugitive.

What that means for
the police force deployed...

you unfortunately have
experienced firsthand.

You must not be mistaken.
Those cops won't hesitate...

if she is with your son
get into certain situations.

I ask you to help me
if Adil is found...

we don't put him in a coffin
have to send it back to you.

Because he walks once
against the lamp. Do you believe me.

Do you know where she is, by the way?

I don't know where she is, but her father
will talk. I know that.

Maybe you should say Dogan
that he should take Tinder, brother.

Or do they not have that in Germany?
Yes, right?

Pick up.

You are in contact more often
been with the judiciary. However?

Your husband.
- That is past tense.

Of course. Of course.

However, it does now
a unique opportunity for, including you.

The chance to get up and
to take matters into their own hands.

No longer being the plaything
of the men in your life.

That's been long enough, hasn't it?

In the Netherlands everyone has a voice.

Regardless of religion, gender, origin.

You can be an example
for the women around you.

For the other victims
of this endless drama.

For society.

Do not get me wrong. I understand
very well what I ask of you.

And that that's not nothing.
So you just think about it.

But not too long.

Before it's too late for your son.

Thank you for the tea
and for your time.

I'll figure it out.

Daddy.

Daddy. Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy, why are you taking the phone
don't answer when I call? Come on, now.

We have to leave right now, Daddy.
- Take it easy. I just woke up.

Fifth floor to the left.

Tap tock, inside,
quickly out.

If that father don't talk,
immediately.

Take? In broad daylight?

Dad, come with me.

If that shit doesn't work, you know...

But he's going to talk anyway.
He's going to be scared anyway.

Come along.

You go in. I will stay here.
- What? Why?

Someone has to keep watch, right?
- Is good.

Hikmet, go.

Shut up, whore. Against the wall.

Dad, shut up.
He has nothing to do with it.

Weapons down.
- Adil.

Lower your weapon, now.
- Brother, I don't know what's going on here.

You came in with shoes.

Do you hear what I say?
Lower your weapon. Now.

Brother, put your gun down.
- Lower your weapon. Now.

Hey, look at me. Hey.

We can solve this together.
This is not necessary.

You came in with shoes.
- Dad, quiet.

Brother, I don't know what's going on here.
- Lower your weapon.

Hikmet.
- Both...

Your feet are really not normal size.
- None of your business.

Dad, shut up.
- Look at me...

Drop dead.

Everyone's gone mafia, man.

Put that gun down.
Put that gun down.

Put that gun down.
Put that weapon...

We have to leave now.
- No.

come. We have to leave now.
Listen to me. Hey.

We have to leave now, yes. Okay?

No. No.

No, I don't drive. I have a break.
You can board next door.

Hey, bro, if anybody sees you...
Come on, I don't want any bullshit.

You don't get shit
if you listen.

Get out, please.
- I need to speak to my wife.

I don't even know
who you are talking about.

Don't act like that.
You know who to be with.

Let Samira know I'm her
speak as soon as possible.

Please bro. Just help me.

Salam alaikum.
- Aleikum salam.

Same?
- Yes.

Achmed, mixed grill.
Additional meat. One fries.

Thank you.
- Please.

Everthing okay?
- Good thank you.

With the little one?
- Yeah, almost finished high school.

Time goes fast, huh.
- Little boys grow up.

How is business? Good?
- We can't complain.

I had to pass on
that your husband must speak to you.

Our Jones?

And he wanted to talk to me?
- Yes, I swear.

Is good. Thank you.

Younes at large,
no that is not possible.

If you ask me...

I missed that one, man.
- Look at that.

Thank you.
- Please.

Brother, don't you need someone else?
For a few evenings a week or so.

I've known you for a long time and you know:
I wish you the best in the world.

But I have to myself
and think the matter.

Yes, but, brother...
- My children live upstairs.

You got this from me. Tasty.

Out.
- What? What do you mean?

Clothes off, friend. Get changed.

Do you have a library
received and a case?

Did you give ass too?
Look what they give you.

Testimony Younes Al Saddiqi.

I, Younes, am the biggest coward
on this earth...

because I have my people,
who were with me all our lives...

trying so hard to sew
that they were going to Abu Ghraib...

hey son of a bitch,
and never come out again.

Certainly. Over there.

I'll be right back, yes?

come.

You wanted me to Guantanamo
send, huh, dick?

Sorry for your loss.

Can I sit down?

How are you?
With the kids?

You sat there with all the information...

to everyone in one fell swoop
under lock and key.

But you can't even do that.

Pulling the trigger is real
not for you, eh.

No. Not for me, no.

Samira, I don't recognize you anymore.

Where is the town hall's Samira?

The woman with whom I have two beautiful
brought children into this world.

Who has nothing to do with this world at all
wanted to do.

Look where we are now.

I know where we are now. And I know
also how we got here.

Or do you think I forgot
who brought Mohsin to our house?

Do you remember?

Do you remember how Mohsin
a gun to the head...

loved our beautiful children?

And what did you do, bastard?
You didn't do anything.

What are you doing?
- What do you think I'm doing here?

I'm here for Kaoutar and Rayan.

Someone must be thinking of them.
Someone has to take care of them.

And that someone are you?
Please don't make me laugh.

Just give me
those kids and then...

Then you can be what you want to be.
- Who do you think you are?

Traitor.

You come waltzing in here
and claims the children.

Who are you to judge me?
- I don't judge.

No, but you like to talk.

What did you tell them?

Everything.

But they are vault statements.

Without my permission
they can't use them.

Lies.

Really, Samira.
And if they do use them...

become all of youal acquitted.
Here, have a look.

Read on. Then you can see exactly
what they know and are not allowed to use.

To draw.
- What are those?

Divorce papers. To draw.
- Samira...

Now I want to see my children.
Please.

Hey, with me. Are they still awake?

Sure. I just went them
bring to bed. Wait a second.

Kids? Your mother on the line.

Mom?

Hey dear ones.
- Dad, where were you? I've missed you.

I missed you too.
- Yes, we missed you, Daddy.

When are you coming back home?
- Very quickly, dear ones.

You must know that daddy
loves you very much.

And I really miss you too.

Hi, it's mom.
Hey, I'm still at work.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.
Go to bed.

Sleep well.

Take him.

Oh yes, Jones...

those kids of yours...

never gonna see you again.
And now fuck off.

What happened
between you and Cobus?

I'm trying to sell our coke
to cousin Harrie and he ripped us.

What?
- What are you not telling me, Rinus?

What have you done?
- You heard me.

What have you done?
- You can hear me.

Hey.

Dirty typhoid dog.
- Hey, cut it now, guys.

Dirty typhoid dog.

I never had you out of that prison
have to get it, dirty dog.

Look at what you're doing.

Fuck you, Rinus.

You're goddamn like Dad, you.

Cancer. Cancer mess
with your whole fucking life.

Always you breaking everything.
Dirty fucking whore.

I know there's nothing
what can i say to you...

to justify this shit.

But I understand like no other
how you feel.

I also have my nieces and nephews
lost to this bullshit.

Family is the most important thing
what's there.

We leave tomorrow, okay?

Far away from here.

Then we leave all this shit behind.

What is this?
What are you doing?

You can also just ask
if I have a gun.

Who's dead?

Sit down, brother.
- No, I'm not sitting down, buddy.

I want my money. Now.
- Please sit down.

Listen, I'm not sitting down, yeah.

What is going on?
- Let me start by telling you...

I get how this sounds.

We're not going to be able to get you
pay today, man.

Oh no?
- We've been raided.

They stole everything.

Literally everything.

Is this a joke or something?

You are ripped. That's a coincidence, isn't it?
I swear to you, huh.

My shit is here and you become
ripped. What is this shit?

Wollah, I'll give you two minutes
for my money.

Yes? Otherwise I'll drop a nuclear bomb
to all your mothers.

You understand? What G?
- G. What do you want? We're ripped, buddy.

Rinus.

You get all your shit back.
Really and truly. Everything.

It takes all
just a little longer.

Imagine if I believe you...

I'm going to charge interest.
You understand that, don't you?

Sure.

And I'm not talking about cash.

Igo get some of those terminators
take yours, yes?

housekeeping.

Sorry. No, not necessary.
- Sorry.

Meltem. I'm going to get some coffee.
Do you also need something?

Mel...

What should a respected
prosecutor...

for God's sake to the editor-in-chief
from a newspaper that…

How did you say that?

The embodiment is of the lowest
kind of journalism...

who would rather be poor than rich in our country?

Shall we get down to business?
- And then I thought...

I think they are at the OM
so screwing up...

that crazy Gerben
now dear comes to ask me...

if i want to leak something
in that sewer newspaper of mine.

I'm hot, huh?

Adil K.O.?

Would he show his head again?
in the Netherlands?

Never underestimate courage
of a desperate man.

He still maintains contact
with relatives.

Memorize it.

Do you think I'm a photographic
have memory or something?

Why so sneaky then?

Why does the OM want
not make this public?

You have fifteen minutes.

Italy was Italy.

An error. My mistake.

But also force majeure.

An error of 2000 kilos
that you would bring in for me.

I screwed up. I know.

But I have another problem
solved for you.

All well and good...

but do you think would still be here
if I had no other plans for you?

I need someone to order for me
can do business in Amsterdam.

I'm going to suggest you something.
What Pope wanted and had...

but he couldn't handle it.

Power.

Make peace in Amsterdam...

put things in order for me
and you live happily ever after.

Peace after a short intervention.

A short war...

for the remains of the organization
of Pope to eradicate with root and branch.

Good luck.