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I didn't steal anything from you.

PREVIOUSLY IN AMIGO'S

We made an agreement inside.

We pledged our word. We'll do it with all five of us.

Halil, finally.

Berten, I don't know if you have wedding plans...

but you can easily hack six women in pieces here.

Are the others also like this?

The Comtesse, the Princesse, the Courtisan. I sleep in the Duchesse.

She's a first-rate sommelier, Rik. Diplomas from here to Bordeaux.

Then why does she apply here?

Hello, Rik.

She's my daughter.

That's my notice. I'm starting at another restaurant tomorrow.

So what about us? - Let's say we're past our expiration date.

Hello, Alain.

It's been a long time. - 15 years, Alain.

It was Alain who arranged this place.

I'm deeply indebted to you.

HONEST FOOD

Yeah, good morning. Um...

Could I speak to Lynn, please?

This is... Mathieu.

Good morning, Mathieu. Ready to go for it? I am.

AMIGOS RESTAURANT OPENING TONIGHT

Good morning, Berten.

What are you going to plant?

Nothing.

My compost pile is going to be here. Look.

What's the atmosphere like in there? - Chef is a bit stressed.

He says he's having to do it all himself.

Did he sometimes mention me in prison?

Your dad isn't much of a talker.

It was too painful.

He was well aware of what he'd done

and what he lost that day.

His wife, a beautiful daughter. He'd suddenly lost everything.

The woman he knocked over and killed lost everything too.

Yeah...

He has changed, Tessa.

I saw him become a different person in prison.

A gentler person.

Can you two please stop babbling? We're opening this evening.

A gentler person?

Where's that rice I asked for? - Second shelf, Chef. On the left.

Oh, yeah.

And those baby beetroots?

Dammit, Berten, you forgot to buy the baby beetroots.

Oh no, here they are.

Found everything, Chef? - No.

Tessa, where's that wine? Or are we going to serve people lemonade?

I'm going to fetch it in a minute. - I'll go with her, Chef.

Help her load it in the car. - No, I'll do it on my own.

Maybe Dylan can clear up the rubbish by the door.

Yes, you do that.

Everything is on schedule. - Is it? Come with me.

What are people going to sit on? - We're off to get the chairs in a moment.

Thirty, real oak. Beautiful, according to Lucien.

And practically free, Rik.

Lucien? Who is Lucien? - Goedertier, from Block B.

Is he out of prison? - Hope they aren't prayer chairs!

Come on. - Chef, what's the menu this evening?

So I can choose the wines.

Wow, that's a lot of dishes for a kitchen of three.

I think.

Leek risotto?

Farid le Fou even had himself transferred for my risotto.

You do your wine, I'll do my menu. OK?

What?

Yes?- There are people in that house again.

Did you know?

No. Women again?- No, men mostly.

A restaurant. Amigos.

William, we need it. - Yes, I know but...

It's riskier now. - For me, William? For you and me?

Don't worry.

I'll wait for the right moment.

I can't wait to see you again.

Feel you again. - Call me when you've got it.

Can I ask you something? - To invest some money?

No, thanks. I'm as broke as you. - No, I wanted to ask

if you could call a number for me. - The Samaritans?

No, a number I'll give you. You say you are Dr Whoever

and ask if Lynn is working tonight.

Yeah...

Mathieu?

Look at me.

You were in prison for 4 years. - 3 years and 9 months.

And your Lynn only came to visit you with 1) her father,

2) her lawyer, 3) divorce-papers.

Her dad made her. He forced her.

Lynn is history, Mathieu. OK?

It's over and done with. Finished.

D'you think in those 4 years... - 3 years...

And 9 months, yeah. That she just sat and waited?

That she didn't get it on with other men?

Look, you have to move on to pastures new, pal. OK?

Think of all those hot chicks we'll get in our restaurant.

Lynn... Lynn will always be my wife. That will never change.

Mathieu, mate... - Really. Will you help me or not?

Calm down.

Who am I calling?

My parents-in-law. Ex-parents-in-law. - You're not serious?

Lynn is back living with them again. That's why.

And use your phone, they'll recognize my number right away.

Come on, give me the number.

What kind of Dr Whoever am I? Radiologist? Neurologist? Gynaecologist?

You can choose. - Hello.

This is Professor Rik Bossuyt.

I'm calling to ask when Lynn is working today.

No problem.

Yeah?

OK. Sorry to disturb you

but sometimes our administration can't keep up.

Have you been to see a doctor about your cough, sir?

No? When did you last have a general medical check-up?

A few years ago? That's a long time.

Could you cough for me again?

That's not good. I'd get some lung X-rays done

and, just to be sure, an endoscopy too.

Prevention is better than cure, eh? Thank you. Bye.

Your Lynn is working until midnight and, with luck,

you've subjected your ex-father-in-law to an endoscopy too.

Happy?

Hello, Mr Vercammen. I'm Halil. - Eh? Is this going to be a kebab place?

From whores to kebabs. - No, it's going to be a restaurant.

I'm the chef.

I was starting to wonder... You didn't order kebab meat.

Is it true you were in prison?

We were all in prison. All five of us. All serial killers.

Here, 270 euros. Pay first, come on. Then you can unload it.

It was in the email. - Yeah, yeah, here you are.

Or is this restaurant a cover? Eh? A front for something else?

Can we unload this meat, pal? We're opening this evening.

I'm allowed to know where my meat ends up.

Come on. Here. Those two.

And keep your brown fingers off the rest.

Right, it has been a pleasure.

Good luck with your opening.

This meat is out of date. - He can't read either.

They're Flemish numerals, not Arabic ones.

Flemish uses Arabic numerals, idiot. Chef, this meat is out of date.

He's swindling us. - Are you calling me a swindler?

Is that the idea? Selling us bad meat because we've been in prison?

My meat is top quality. - That's not what your box says, con man.

I'm not going to be insulted by a pimp. By two pimps.

Come here.

Chef, Chef, stop.

Give me my money back. - Chef...

The money.

That'll do.

How did he know? - What?

About our front. - What do you mean?

We haven't got any meat for this evening.

That swindler wanted to sell us meat that was out of date.

Berten, that guy knew about our cover.

When Rik has calmed down... - Yeah?

... tell him we've still got the fish. - OK, check.

Lucien. - Oh, Mathieu.

Everything OK? - Sure is.

Shouldn't you be doing another ten months?

Yes. - You should?

Well, it was like this...

Three weeks ago... I had to... I was out for the weekend

and went and had some cake with my mum for her 82nd birthday.

82? Wow.

And, before I knew it, it was 10 o'clock.

And I should've been back inside by 9 o'clock. So I was too late.

And I thought maybe it wasn't worth going back.

So now I'm in buying and selling. - Where did those chairs come from?

Why do you want to know? Why does he want to know?

I don't think that's oak, Mathieu. It isn't buckskin, either.

Come on, let's go. - Hey, hey, Dylan...

What? - Look, for what we're paying it's best

not to ask too many questions, OK? Start putting them in the minivan.

How much did we agree, Lucien? 250, eh?

250. - There, the right amount.

Goedertier, your chairs stink of cat piss!

Just put some baking soda in some hot water,

rub it in well, then rinse it off and it'll be fine.

You won't smell a thing anymore. - Did you hear that?

Baking soda and hot water. - Baking soda.

Go on, put them in the van, Dylan. - Put them in the van.

Start loading them.

Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you.

You too, Lucien. - I have to go now

or I'll be late for my next meeting.

Can I help you?

I'm looking...

I'm looking for wire.

That's here.

What are you going to use it for?

A scarecrow.

That should be fine.

Do you need anything else?

No.

Can I come back and look at your seeds?

Of course.

Halil, do you know where the cheddar is? - Chef?

Can you come here a minute? - Yes, hold on.

Chef, you really do need to come.

Mr Bossuyt, we'd like to ask you to come with us.

What for? - Someone has reported you.

For assault. - Chef is innocent.

And you too. Come along.

Dammit, Laurens.

Are you crazy?

Why don't you return my calls? - I'm very busy, Laurens.

I need you in my restaurant. - In your bed, you mean.

That's not what...

That too.

Has anything changed, Laurens?

No. Well then, I have to think about my own career too.

You're not the only top chef in Belgium.

The chef I work for now wants me for my ability as a sommelier.

Who is this chef? - That's none of your business.

Don't I have a right to know where you are in the evening?

Give that back. Give that back!

What is Amigos? Mangeleer's new venture?

Amigos is my dad's restaurant.

I thought he was in prison. - Not anymore.

He has started a restaurant with some colleagues.

Colleagues... Other guys from prison?

And I thought...

Wow. That's guaranteed to be a success.

Sorry. I'll have to tell my people we're getting some stiff competition.

Yeah, you do that. You do that.

Sorry.

And... if I go bankrupt, which is then bound to happen,

can I come to you for a job? - Fuck off, Laurens! Fuck off!

'That's good for my career.'

Can someone come and help?

Is there anyone here?

Ter Hoye... Amigos.

I would like to make a reservation for four people.

For four people? Yes, no problem.

What time did you want to come?- 7 o'clock.

7 o'clock. And the name is?- Van den Abeele.

Van den Abeele.

Perfect, madam. We're expecting you. See you this evening. Bye.

Where is everyone, Berten?

Rik and Halil are at the police station.

But Rik says it's all a misunderstanding.

I intervened. To protect Halil.

Mr Vercammen states that the two of you attacked him.

Not the two of us, just me.

I held him off. And pushed him against the lorry.

Halil was holding the boxes. How could he have hit Vercammen?

Do you know where I have been before?

Well, so does Vercammen. And he swindled us. Took our money first

and then gave us bad meat because he thought we wouldn't go to the cops...

to the police, probably.

I defended Halil.

And... maybe I did lose my temper.

Look, the whole time I was in there I dreamed of having my own restaurant.

Our own restaurant. And the opening is this evening.

Thanks to that man I haven't got any meat.

If you don't believe me, I'll be here this evening

and not in my kitchen.

Then I won't have a restaurant. And we'll have nothing.

Here you are. - What d'you think?

Lovely chairs, eh? - Yeah, Mathieu...

They don't fit in with the rest. And they stink.

Stink. Some baking soda and hot water

and you won't smell a thing. - Where's Rik?

Gone shopping with Halil.

OK, we're going back. Come on. - Where to?

To get the rest of the chairs.

That's all we can fit in the minivan.

We'll have to make nine trips. - Efficient, Dylan. Very efficient.

What? - Come on, come on.

This is a disaster. It's the opening later.

Chef said everything will be fine.

Chef, yeah.

Mathieu, stop a moment. Stop a moment. - What?

Here.

I'll see you at the warehouse. I'll see you at the warehouse. The warehouse.

Right.

We have the impression this may all be a misunderstanding

that we can solve here around this table. - Oh yeah?

I would like to apologize to Mr Vercammen.

I felt provoked the morning. I should have stayed calm.

I didn't. And I apologize for that.

Why do I have to be in the same office as these crooks?

Take it easy, Mr Vercammen. - They attacked me.

I haven't been to prison. I haven't been convicted of serious crimes.

They did their time.

Did they? I know all about that. A paid holiday.

Take it easy, Mr Vercammen. - Plus, Mr Bossuyt here

is making a gesture. - So am I.

I forgive you for your out-of-date meat. - My meat isn't out of date.

You fucking Turk!

Mr Vercammen.

I... I didn't say that this morning.

I could report you for racism.

But I'm not going to do.

Are you serious? Really?

Mathieu, for that money it's best not to ask too many questions.

I'll take it back afterwards.

Thank you.

This isn't going to become a habit, is it?

Goddammit.

Shit, fuck. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, Dylan.

Yes? Hello?- Mathieu?

Yes?- I got away.

What about the chairs?- Fuck the chairs, Mathieu.

Come to the Moerdreef. - To where?

The Moerdreef. - I haven't got a satnav.

Ask someone the way, Mathieu. And hurry. The cops are searching the area.

Goddammit.

Hello, sir.

Could you tell me the way to the Moerdreef?

Mathieu? Hey, Mathieu.

There was no need to hurry. - I had to ask three times.

Open it.

Where have you been? - I had to jump over ditches.

Over? - Yeah, almost.

Honestly, you stink worse than those chairs.

Can you please go?

How do we explain it to Rik? - Those cops came for Lucien.

Not for me. - Did they tell you that?

"We've come for Lucien, not you.

It's not about the van you've just stolen." Goddammit!

If you tell Rik I stole that van, he'll kick me out.

Then we'll have to lie. To Rik.

You lied to half of Izegem in your bank. - I didn't lie to them.

If anyone knows anything about lying, it's you.

I invested those people's money as best I could.

In the casino at Monte Carlo? - For God's sake.

Berten... - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Van den Abeele made a reservation. Four people.

The prison governor?

That's good news, eh?

We've got some good news and some bad news.

Yeah...

There aren't any chairs. Goedertier swindled us.

I never did trust him. Sorry, Rik.

We got back there and he'd run off with the chairs and our money.

Dylan did what he could. You should've seen him. He went after him.

Through the ditch and the mud. - Running and shouting:

Give us our chairs back. - And our money.

And our money, you bastard. It was quite a lot, eh?

Right. And what's the good news? - We're here, Rik.

Alive and kicking. Who else is going to wait at table?

Look, Rik, you always said as cheaply as possible.

Well, you're paying for it now.

So it's my fault too? - No, we're not saying that.

Look, cheaper isn't always better. That's all I'm saying.

OK, it's very simple. No chairs, no opening.

Start cancelling everyone. - Hi, Pierre. It's Tessa.

Hi. I wanted to ask you something. D'you remember those old chairs?

Yes, Laurens's. Are they still in your warehouse?

Great. Pierre, we've got a small emergency.

I need thirty of them.

Brilliant. I don't suppose you could bring them to me?

Pierre, you're a sweetheart.

I'll text you the address. OK?

Thanks. Bye.

They'll be here in an hour. Not oak and they don't stink of cat piss.

Is that a problem for anyone? - No.

Then I'm going to get changed.

Halil, leeks. - Yes, Chef.

And?

Surprised?

Come on.

Come on, Tito.

Sir, madam, good evening.

Miss, Kerkhoffs, four people. - OK.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

D'you recognize those wheels?

Yeah, goddammit.

Here you are, your own table. With the chef's compliments.

He says to tell you it's always reserved for you.

That is...

I'm very grateful to the chef. - OK.

He'll be along later. - OK, fine.

Good evening, Governor. - Hello, Dylan. We can't wait.

Have you had a stressful day? - No, it has been quite quiet.

Good. Is there a main course you can recommend?

Chef is rather proud of his risotto. - Ah, the risotto.

Great. I'll have the risotto. - You will?

I'll have the fish. - So will I.

Three fish?

Thank you.

Four covers, four menus. Three fish, one risotto.

Kerkhoffs' gorillas are acting as if they own the place.

No Amigos without Kerkhoffs.

By the way, Alain and his guests are eating for free this evening.

What?

One eats for nothing, the other works for nothing.

You'd almost think we were starting a restaurant here.

When's he going to tell us? - Tell us what?

I'm ready. Tell Rik.

Halil, where are those scampis?

It's like it's real. Fantastic.

Yes, Chef. Here.

Thank you.

We thought, those wheels outside,

we know them, don't we? They're William's, aren't they?

William.

Very good. Very good. - OK.

Aren't the other gentlemen coming? - Yes, they are.

What is he up to?

They have... bumped into an old friend.

William, shall we dance?

Who's that? What's he doing here? - It's none of your business.

One more time.

Take it easy, take it easy.

This gentleman used to work here.

He came to hide some coke here so he can snitch to the cops afterwards.

That's not true. It's not true, it's mine.

A right little bastard, eh? Jealous because he's lost his brothel.

The boss wants us to keep him here

so we can be sure he can't ruin your opening night.

Chef, my compliments, man. I think it's really... It's great.

What's going on with that guy upstairs?

Sorry, Rik. Really, I am. It's my fault.

I give you a house and forget to clean up my own mess.

That's the guy who can't pay his debts.

So I threw him out. But we'll sort it out discreetly.

Look around you. All happy faces. Everyone is pleased. It's a success.

I'd never forgive myself if I ruined this for you. Never.

Right.

We'll sort it when everyone has gone. - Of course.

The toilet is on the ground floor. - I don't need the toilet.

I wondered if you couldn't let me... try something?

Haven't you got anything? I wondered if I could try something.

A house speciality? - Yeah, something special.

A Châateau Corkscrew?

Who is that guy? - The previous owner, according to them.

Mathieu, have you got another corkscrew? I've lost mine.

Fuck. Fucking bitch. - What is that?

Did that guy try it on? - Dylan... Dylan...

Leave it. And don't tell my dad.

Not that damn hole again, Tito?

Here. You're staining my floor.

What's up?

Does that go on your compost pile too?

No meat on the compost pile.

And certainly no meat that has nothing wrong with it.

Everyone can make a mistake, eh Berten? - Goddamn... Come with me.

Your sous chef has something to tell you.

May I?

Of course. Come in, Pascale.

Halil, Berten. - Governor.

It was absolutely delicious.

Especially the risotto. But I hadn't expected any different.

Thank you.

What you have created here is fantastic.

Rik is amazing, madam. Without him we'd have nothing.

Eh, Berten? If we make a mistake Rik always gives us a second chance.

Always. - That's what I like to hear.

Not that we don't miss you at the prison, of course.

Yeah. It couldn't last forever.

I'm going to make lots of publicity. Send all my friends.

So... see you again soon.

Pascale.

Well done, guys. Come on.

Dylan, I've put everything ready here, OK? You'll manage.

Wheedle a tip out of the Kerkhoffs and... OK?

Mathieu, you're crazy, you know.

What's he going to do? - Hara-kiri.

The way you dealt with that Tito... well done.

Those who can't keep their mitts to themself know what to expect.

Sure I don't have to help clear up? - No, we'll do it.

We're not going anywhere.

And...

Did you try the risotto? - Not a bad start, Chef.

You can call me "Dad".

OK.

Honestly, William...

You almost ruined these people's big night.

Do you realize that?

And all because you're jealous.

Because your brain is too small to run this place properly.

And also because your nose has an expensive hobby. Eh, pal?

Well, what do you say?

Sorry. - What?

Sorry. - There.

Elena...

You don't know her.

What are you going to do with him? - Call the cops?

That won't be necessary.

I think he has learned his lesson.

Have you learned your lesson, William?

Right.

Undo him.

Right, see you next time.

Fuck!

Hello, Lynn.

I... I've had a mishap.

It was an accident.

Lynn?

Don't get up, sir. Show me your hand.

Where is Mathieu?

He has run off with the takings.

Good, but not good enough. Less than 1,000 euros in the till.

It's always difficult to start with.

Only one number.

Nothing, pal.

Is your leg alright? - I'll get that bitch.

The boss said to leave her alone.

If William had that coke, we did away with Marco for nothing.

You know the boss.

Better one dead innocent guy too many than a guilty one too few.

Come on, pal, I'm cold.

How do we get home now?

Goddammit.

NEXT TIME

Dylan has stolen my car.

You can't tell me this is a restaurant.

What are you up to here with all your pals from prison?

Us.

Rik's gang.

Do you smoke weed?

Good evening.

For one person. - We're full.