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PREVIOUSLY IN AMIGO'S

I'm looking for wire.

What are you going to use it for?
- A scarecrow.

Lynn will always be my wife.
- Mathieu, mate...

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.

Are you crazy?
- I need you in my restaurant.

In your bed, you mean.

I wondered if I could try something.
A house speciality?

A Châateau Corkscrew?

Elena...

You don't know her.

I've had a mishap.

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

You can call me "Dad".

I'll get that bitch.

What have we come here for?

Rik is waiting for his fish.

Hey...

Hold on...

Is this Rik's big plan?
These cars here?

I knew it.

You keep that guy occupied,
I'll check out the place.

Be discreet, Halil.
- You know me.

Dylan.

Dad.

Joren told me
you'd been released early.

For good behaviour.

General manager. Wow, Joren.

And to think, I helped you get
a holiday job here. Remember?

Joren is a hard worker. Loyal to
the business. And I reward that.

Rewarding people who do good things.
Nice.

I hear you've got a steady job too.

Amigo's.

You should come for a meal.
Bring your customers.

Or Joren, for a têete-àa-têete.

We'll do that.

He told me you maybe needed me
for something?

That's my associate.
Just ignore him.

Joren will explain.
I have to make some phone calls.

It's good to see you.

Your dad needs your help.

He's in danger of
losing his franchise here.

Pieters, a competitor further along
the road, has talked to head office.

Promised a higher turnover and
blackened your father's name.

"Vastenaken's son has been in prison
for car theft."

If your dad loses his franchise
at his age...

well, I don't need to explain.

What the fuck has it got to do with me?
- You could go and talk to this Pieters.

Lean on him. Threaten him.
Make him change his plans.

Yeah...

Maybe you can ask your associate to help.

You don't have to do it for free, Dylan.

See that Volvo there?
It belonged to your dad.

It has only done 100,000 kilometres.

Right, well, think about it.

Here's his home address and
that of his garage.

Sorry.

PINCHING

At last. Where have you been? Did you
have to go and catch them yourselves?

Mathieu, can I use the printer?
It's for you-know-what.

Thanks.

At last. You did get the big fish?

Not the cheap little ones,
they're always at the bottom.

I forgot to ask the fish
if they died at the bottom or the top.

What's the matter with him?

Here. Halil, you can clean three.
Start with this one.

Five minutes, chef. I've got the photos.
More than thirty. Of you-know-what.

No.
- No, of course not.

I'll print them and draw a detailed plan.

Thanks for trusting me, Rik.
You won't regret it.

Is the doctor busy?

Yes, with the cyclist.
It's not looking good.

It's not here either.
Can you raise your right arm, sir?

Lynn, it's me. It's Mathieu.
- Sir? Raise your right arm, sir.

Keep still for a moment, sir.

I'm so pleased to see you, darling.
- Do as you're told, don't move.

What day is it today?

Fish day. Friday.

What's your date of birth?
- 29 June 1979.

And we got married on 27 March 2006.
- May I borrow your light?

Right. There's no trauma.

You were worried
it was going to be bad weather

and in the end it was... it was
the most beautiful day of our life.

I'm going to fetch the doctor.

Lynn...
- Hold this and don't move.

The doctor is on his way.
He'll give you a painkiller.

It's OK, it doesn't hurt that much.
- And then you can go.

You have to stop this, Mathieu.

You can't hurt yourself
in order to see me.

Will it be a knife in the ribs next time?

How's Ruben?
- Did you hear me?

I'd love to see him.
- You have no right to ask me anything.

I lost everything because of you.
My house, my savings, my life.

You were lucky being in prison,
I had to face everyone from Izegem.

"There she goes, the wife of
that guy who gambled away our savings."

Invested.
- Gambled away, Mathieu.

You gambled away my life
and Ruben's life.

Do you know where I'm living now?

Back with my parents.

And they have to protect me
from lawyers, hate mail, threats.

It was nothing to do with you.
I did it on my own.

People don't believe that. Strange, eh?

I'm really lucky
I've still got my parents

and that they love me.
- I still love you too.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

Lynn?

As far as I'm concerned he's dead, doctor.
Dead and buried.

Weren't you in here last week too?

I'm her husband.

From the betting shop?
- Bank. From the bank.

Guilty conscience.

No.

If someone jumps
it means they have a guilty conscience.

What about you?

Yes, a guilty conscience.

What are you going to grow?

I thought about tomatoes.
- Good idea.

A tomato should be fresh.
Nothing as nice as a home-grown one.

Have you got a vegetable garden?
- Yes. I've got very green fingers.

Lovely, I imagine?
- Eh?

Your vegetable garden.

Yes. I'm particularly proud of
my aubergines.

They're pale purple, pear-shaped and taste
wonderful from being grown in the ground.

But you have to be patient.
And you need a nice warm summer.

I'm patient.
I've learned to be over the years.

You have to pinch them too.

Remove the axillary buds.
Then they grow better.

You have to do that with tomatoes too.

Pinch them?

Two.

For me and my colleague.

Right.
- Good luck with your tomatoes.

And say hello to your colleague.

Goddammit, Dylan, keep your mitts
to yourself. Is that so difficult?

Calm down, it was an accident.
- Yeah, right.

If it weren't,
it'd mean I find you attractive

and I absolutely definitely don't.

Perfect.
The feeling is mutual, pal.

Thank goodness. Silly bitch.

What is unattractive about me?
- Forget it.

No, tell me.

You're the type of woman
an honest guy doesn't even notice.

Guys who've done stupid things but
who'd go halfway round the world

for the smile of a decent girl.

But you're not interested in
honest guys.

You're a bitch
who's too big for her boots

and who only smiles at guys with money
who've become general manager

by sucking up and crawling.

You should look around
and find an honest guy.

And you're an honest guy, I suppose?

Halil told me.
Seducing women in bars and clubs,

taking them to bed
then disappearing with their car keys.

An honest guy? Alfa Romeo?

I didn't have a job.

And I grew up with cars, it's my life.

And the women are part of the game.
- They were your downfall.

Your business plan was rubbish.
How long did you get?

It wasn't those women.
They had nothing to complain about.

It was my dad. If he'd come up with
some cash I wouldn't have gone to prison.

It's always someone else's fault,
eh Dylan?

D'you know what, Tessa?

Maybe you and I have something in common.
- Oh yeah?

We were both shut out by our father.

Oh, Mr Halil is going
to do some work today after all.

There's work and there's work, eh Rik?

Halil...

Tell me honestly.

Do you smoke weed?

I honestly don't, chef. Never at work.
Too much is at stake.

The starter is waiting for you.
- On to it, chef.

Dylan has stolen my car.

Maybe he had to check something.

What?
- How am I supposed to know?

I was just saying.

He'll be back.
- He could at least have asked.

Where's Berten?
- There.

Machteld says hello.

Where is Alain?

Calling his old woman
or one of his daughters.

Have you heard from William?

Why would I hear from William?

He was your toy boy at Du Barry
before the boss took you away from there.

Or... did Willy have
to pay for his turn too?

Does Alain know
you speak to me like that?

Can you just...?
Just listen a minute.

Dorine? Dorine?
Can you just listen a minute?

I've already told Mum.

I can't come home this evening,
I'm stuck here.

What do you mean, never home?

I have to work, sweetie.

That horse I got you wasn't free.

I'll be home tomorrow. Eh? Tomorrow...
I promise, tomorrow I'll...

Bye.

Her boyfriend has finished with her.

She's inconsolable.

She says she's ugly and
doesn't want to go on living.

What do I say?

We all have our little problems.

Who are these people this evening?

A couple of clowns from the port
with their wives.

You just have to be yourself.

Pieters?- Yes, this is Pieters.

There's something outside
on your car for you.

Go and take a look, I'll wait.

Goddammit.

What is that?

Did your wife tell you she'd lost them?

Yes.
- Did she tell you where?

Yes, she did.
- Do you know why things like that happen?

No, I don't.
- I'll tell you why. I'll tell you.

Because...

Because what?

It is because...

Hello?

Hello? Who is this? Hello?

It's because it was an accident and...

I wanted to apologise.

Sorry.

Seventeen reservations this evening and
Kerkhoffs is also bringing five people.

Let's hope he finally pays.

Mathieu, what happened?
- What?

Your head?

It's nothing.

What's that?
- I don't know.

But I'm doing it to Dylan's head if he's
not back with my car within five minutes.

Hello. We don't open until half past six.

Does someone called Halil work here?
- Halil? Yes, he's our sous chef.

Your sous chef?
- Yes. Come back at half past six and...

Who are you?

Mathieu.
I do the bar and the books.

What were you in prison for?

Fraud, embezzlement,

forgery,
fraudulent contracts...

Actually, I gambled away
all my customers' money.

That's nice.

What's up?

This lady would like to speak to Halil.
- I'm Halil's sister.

I want to talk to him right now
or I'll call the police.

No problem.
- Of course.

Halil?

Your sister is here.
- Hi, sis, what are you doing here?

Take off that stupid jacket
and come with me.

But I work here.

Halil, you can't tell me
this is a restaurant.

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

Have you got a weed farm here,
like at Uncle Hassan's?

No, there's nothing in the garden.
Just lettuce and carrots and...

Radishes and potatoes.
And I'm thinking of growing aubergines.

I do the garden. And the washing up.
- Yes.

And Rik is the chef. And I help him.

Halil, stop it.
You can't even fry an egg.

It's true he couldn't six months ago.

But he took my cookery course
while in prison.

From slammer to stovetop.
- What?

Halil has made this evening's starter.

He has a talent for cooking.
- A talent for problems, you mean.

You're coming with me, now.

Halil?

Yildeez...
- Yildiz.

Look, I'm not scared of you, OK?

Halil is my baby brother, I don't want him
to get into trouble again.

We don't want that either.

Pickled salmon with purslane,
orange, fennel... and quark.

Have you been to prison too?
- No, no.

Well, not yet. It might still happen.
I'm here on probation.

Try it, sis.

I made it.

Incredible.

You should come for a meal.
Bring Erol and the kids.

Maybe not Erol yet.

Mum asked me to buy you
a ticket to Istanbul.

You can start all over again there.
- I'm fine here, sis.

We've got big plans.

This is delicious.
- You can stay for the main course.

Erol has got the late shift.

It really suits you.

She was almost on to us, guys.

Sorry. I had urgent...
family business.

I suppose I should be glad I got it back?

Thanks again for the chauffeur, Alain.
Very kind of you.

You're welcome.
I just think it's important

everyone gets home safely later.
And the wine here is far too nice.

Miss, my men outside haven't eaten yet.

Maybe Rik can do them something.
- Of course, Mr Kerkhoffs.

Thank you.

Has this been here long, Alain?
I've never heard of it.

Well...

Actually, it's a project of mine.

So...

everyone who works here
is an ex-inmate.

And they... they want
to turn their life around.

With my support.

You're not serious?
- Yeah, yeah.

Enjoy it.
- That boy too?

Good evening.
Do you have a free table?

For one person.
- No. We're full.

Reserved. All reserved.
- Then I'll wait till one is free.

Mathieu?

Tell that woman we're full up.
- But we aren't.

She didn't book a table.
- That's no problem. I'll...

No problem? Mathieu,
we're a serious restaurant.

You can't get in without a reservation.

Tessa, can you show this lady
to a table, please?

Thank you.
- You're welcome, madam.

Dammit, Mathieu.
- What's wrong with you?

Mr Kerkhoffs asks
if you want something to eat.

No, thank you.

Caviar. Don't be too sparing.
- I'm afraid it's all gone.

And the sturgeon headed south again
this morning.

Everything OK down there?

I hope my corkscrew didn't damage
any vital organs.

That would be a great loss to mankind, eh?

Read your book, Leon.

You can laugh.
- I'm not laughing. I wouldn't dare.

I'll send some rolls out.

Tito.

You know what the boss said.
Let those people do their job.

Two desserts table four?
- Six.

Halil, can you make a roll
for Kerkhoffs' gorilla?

By the way, your sister's cool.

We're doing well, guys.

Excuse me?

Have you decided what you would like?
- Yes, I'd like the chicken.

An excellent choice.
Shall I bring the wine list?

No, no, water. Still water is fine.
- OK.

I admit I sometimes do things
about which I afterwards say:

Alain, you went too far this time.

The world is hard. We are hard.

So I think we should try to do
something nice now and then.

To nice things.
- Yes.

What have you got against that woman?

Let me guess. You once stole her car.

Leave me alone.

If ever I can do anything for you.

You can always phone me.

You see, Rik.
I'm making lots of publicity for you.

Thanks, Alain. You're a mate.

Goodbye.

Did you enjoy your roll, Tito?

Why?
- I was in the kitchen.

I saw them....

How do you say it?

Spit in it. Gob in it.

What?
- You're not popular, Tito.

Who?

Turk, attractive man and doll.

Doll twice. Spit. Gob.
- Turk?

You wouldn't say it
to look at them.

Eating in a robbers' den
makes everything a bit spicier.

Hold on a minute...
Phew, still got my wallet.

Well, darling? Everything OK?

What's the matter?

Go on.

Ready?

What is that?
- The showroom, Rik.

Look. There are cameras here,
here and here.

But don't worry, it's an old system.
They are probably there for show.

After all, it is a showroom.
- What are you talking about?

Dylan told me about your plan.
- Dylan?

I don't blame you for not telling me.

I just want to prove
you aren't wrong about me.

The personnel didn't even realise
I was taking photos.

Halil...
- Halil, what are you up to?

Going to steal a car
and crash through the window?

Me? Of course not.

Us. Together. Rik's gang.

Vastenaken Motors.
- Yeah?

That's Dylan's dad's showroom.
- What?

Are we going to rob his dad?
- Halil, you know Dylan.

He has been kidding you again.

So where are we going to do a job?

Here.

The job we're going to do is here,
in our restaurant. In this kitchen.

We are going to prove
we haven't fucked up our life completely,

that we are able to start again. No other
plan, just the straight and narrow.

Eh? We're just cooking here, or what?

I have to spend the rest of my life
in a kitchen?

What do you think
that contract was you signed?

And all this?
- I thought it was a good cover.

You're just a bunch of old fossils!

I'm not like you.

You go to bed early.
You don't dream.

I do.

I'm not staying here, Rik.

I've got ambition. I've got potential.

Berten, can I borrow your spade
for five minutes?

Garden shed.

Christ. It's correct too.

Yes, Halil. You really have got potential.

Fuck you.

Halil... Halil, stop it.

Halil, stop it. Stop it.

If you don't get it,
then it's best you pack your bag.

Gladly, chef.

It's going well, guys.

Joren?

I did what you asked.

It was easy for someone with a past.

I'll tell you what. Bring me my car
and I'll tell you all about it.

Yes, to Amigos.

And? Was he scared?
- I think so.

I went to his house.
His wife's car was there.

And I...

knocked her left wing mirror off.

I did the same to the right one.

Good, eh? And I thought
I'd do the windscreen too.

Or would the rear window be better?

Or no, I'd do the whole car.

D'you know what? Tell my dad
he can keep his fucking car.

And if I hear, Joren,
that you or some other scumbag

has even pointed at the Pieters family,

I'll come and do the same to you
as to that car, understand?

Understand?
- Yes.

Thank you, Berten.

Would madam like anything else?
- Yes, Dylan.

Madam would like a dessert.

Right, Cathy, see you later.

Hey, where are you going?

We haven't finished.
- I still have to clear the tables.

Why was Kerkhoffs at your restaurant?
- To eat. Mangiare.

Hey!

Why was Kerkhoffs at your restaurant?

He lets us rent the house for 1 euro.
He's Rik's friend. Why?

I'd like you to tell me everything
you see and hear about Kerkhoffs.

No way.
- It'll be like it used to be.

Forget it.
- You're the best informer I've ever had.

Where the fuck did that get me? Nowhere.

Where were you when I was convicted?

You could've helped me,
explained I gave you very valuable tips.

But madam didn't know me.
Just like my dad.

Don't start.
I did all I could for you.

It was a personal vendetta
by the public prosecutor, you know that.

Taking his daughter's car, OK,
but taking her virginity?

She didn't tell me she was his daughter.
And she certainly wasn't a virgin.

OK, I don't want to know the details.
I still think you got off lightly.

Look...

It's in the past. I'm a waiter now.
- Yes, and you have to stay one.

And tell me
all you find out about Kerkhoffs.

I said no. OK?

Bye.

Bultinck.

What Bultinck?

He's getting out next week.
Did you know that?

I'm sure he'd like to pay you a visit

if he finds out he has spent
five years inside thanks to you.

And the guy's crazy. Crazy enough
to burn the restaurant down.

You can't do that, Cathy.
- Can't I?

What are your amigos going to say
if they find out you were a rat?

Why did you come here, you bitch?
To fuck up my life?

I want Kerkhoffs, Dylan,
and I want him in prison.

Come on.

My number, learn it off by heart.
It's just for you.

Call me as soon as you hear something.

Fuck.

Cathy, I'm not doing it. D'you hear me?

I'm not doing it.
- Make sure I hear something.

If you take too long
I'll pay you another visit

and accidentally spill the beans
to your nice colleagues.

But I'll book a table,
I'll call first.

I've given that plane ticket to Istanbul
some more thought, sis.

Maybe it's not such a bad idea after all.

I'm working with mates here but...
I don't know.

They have all been to prison, eh?

They're a bad influence on me.
- See you tomorrow, Halil.

Can you bring me that plane ticket?
Or you could send it to me.

Dammit, Laurens.

What the fuck, Laurens?

Can't live without me?

No...

No!

You fucking bastard!

You fucking bastard!

Rik, what is all this?

I was... busy.

And I don't appreciate
being ordered here like that.

That scumbag tried to rape my daughter.

Your...

Your daughter?

Do what you like with him.
He's yours.

I don't care what.
- Boss, please...

Kill him, castrate him...

You are the jury.

If you ever set foot
in my restaurant again,

if you ever even point at my daughter,
I will come and fillet you personally.

Rub salt all over you and
cook your body parts one at a time.

Understand?

Yes.

Right then.

I'll wait here, Rik.
- Fine. Thanks.

That's... what's left of the fish.

I made a mousse with it.
There's a roll there too. Rye sourdough.

There you go then.

Right... I'm off.

Thanks for the lift.

You're welcome.

No Tessa, no meat, no service.

NEXT TIME

I feel... used.

Your dismissal letter.

Get out, goddammit!

I need two volunteers.

If we're caught
we'll go straight to prison.

Shut up before I make you.

What are you doing here?
- Christ!

We have to go.
- We're burgling the place.

Where did you get that animal?
- From the field.