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PREVIOUSLY IN AMIGO'S

Can't I...
- You can buy chips at the cash desk.

Is there any left?

Hey, brother-in-law. Everything alright?
- I don't want to see you again.

You no longer have any parental rights.

I haven't see Ruben for four years.

I've never met a man who could make
pear and caramel crumble before.

Aren't we a bit too old for this?
- Yes, Laurens.

But it's still up to you.

If you ever set foot
in my restaurant again,

I will come and fillet you personally.

What is that?
- I found it on Tito's phone.

Is it any good to you?

Well, sir, that's a serious torticollis
you've got there.

You had a dislocated vertebrae.
You can put your shirt back on.

How did it happen?

Took too close a look at a girl and
walked into a fire extinguisher.

I woke up with it.
- You woke up with it?

What job does sir do?
- An office job.

How long do I have to keep this thing on?

Keep your neck warm and
don't make any sudden movements.

Next time a good-looking chick comes along
while you're working in your office,

keep looking straight ahead or
you may dislocate your neck again.

Have you got proof of
medical insurance with you?

No.

Rik, could I borrow the van for a while?

It's just to go there and back.
- Yeah.

That's not necessary.
I'm sure you've learned your lesson.

Trust is the foundation of everything.
Isn't it?

Well, good luck.
- Thanks, Rik. See you later.

Yeah.

We'll keep our fingers crossed, Mathieu.
- Thanks, guys.

Good morning, Machteld.

Good morning, Mr De Nil.
- Berten.

That's your third nesting box
this week.

Yes...
there are lots of tits this year, eh?

Great tits, blue tits...
migrating tits...

Mr De Nil, are you sure
you aren't coming here specially for...

something else?

No. No, no. There are...
There are just lots of tits this year.

There really are.

May I give you some good advice in
that case? Distance. Keep your distance.

Right.

Just a moment, madam.

Mr De Nil. Berten.

Do you have tarte tatin on your menu?

Sometimes.
- I thought so.

One minute.

That's a King of the Pippins.
It's ideal for tarte tatin.

It's an apple that retains its flavour
and structure in the oven.

But this tree is dying here,
it desperately needs planting.

Maybe you could do that?

Sure.

Hey, is it true
your husband swindled half of Izegem?

Half? All of Izegem, you mean.

Really?
- Yeah, yeah.

So he spent a long time in prison?
- Not long enough.

Oh, I miss that, a man. A real man.

And you are much better-looking
than Mathieu.

How about going for a drink?
And we'll take it from there.

Oh yes, Philip.
Then I'll spend the night with you.

My parents will look after Ruben.

I'm going to make you forget Mathieu.
- I forgot him ages ago.

Hey, pal. Hey.

Hey.
- Hey, pal.

What was that, pal? What was that?

You're not going for a drink with Lynn.
Do you hear me?

What? You know exactly
what I'm talking about, Philip.

I'm not Philip, I'm Hans.

Fuck you, man. Fuck you.
Leave her alone. Do you hear me?

I've been to prison, man.

I'm a fucking weapon,
a danger to the public.

There. Fuck you.

Hey, who's going to pay for that?

Hey, you lunatic.
What are you up to, pal?

Aren't you Lynn's husband?
- No.

From that betting office?
- Bank.

Bank. Loser.

This isn't my kind of thing, Berten.

Planting trees?

I'm stuck in the kitchen.

I make those stupid starters every day
and those...

and those sauces.

The same thing every evening.
It's routine, it's a grind, it's...

It's also a prison.

D'you know, Berten...

Life is like a sandwich.

A sandwich has two halves,
just like life.

You are young, you are old.

But what's in-between,
that bit of filling, that bit of ham,

that is the best bit.

That is now.

My best years will soon be over
and all I've done is work in a kitchen.

A sandwich?
- A sandwich.

I don't know if it has much to do with
being young and being old.

You don't understand, Berten.
- I was inside for 20 years.

Eating dry sandwiches, let's say.

It's only now and only here
that I can taste the filling.

Come on.

I'm not going to wait that long, Berten.

I'm free and
I'm not doing anything with it.

That good-looking woman...

who came for a meal with your sister,
is she a relative too?

Hüulya?
- Is that her name?

Julia, like Julia Roberts,
but in Turkish.

And she likes the food here?
- Yes.

Especially my desserts.
- Oh, right.

You know what they say.

If the woman loves the man's cooking,
she loves the man.

Come on, let's go and hang up
another nesting box.

Are we in a good mood today?
- In a very good mood.

The numbers and letters from Tito's phone
were what I thought.

The number of a container.

Do you know what we found in it?
- Christmas trees.

Coke, with an estimated street value of
one and a half million euros.

Kerkhoffs' coke?
- Not anymore.

So he has been arrested?
- No, that's the bad news.

We've got his drugs
but nothing to link them to him.

We weren't allowed to stake it out.

That container number was on Tito's phone.

No one knows that except you and me. I
told you our collaboration isn't official.

I had to call the cops myself.
But I did give them a very good tip.

What is your strategy here, Cathy?
The big plan?

Kerkhoffs has lost one million euros
of drugs thanks to me.

One and a half million.
- And he hasn't been arrested.

If he finds out, I'm dead.
I'll have breathed my last breath.

You don't have to explain dead to me.
- I risked my life for you.

Don't get so wound up.
Or you'll be dropping dead here.

Kerkhoffs will never find out
how we found his container.

Fuck. He's coming for a meal tonight.
- He won't be in a good mood.

I want to enter an informer protection
programme like in America.

I don't need much,
a villa on the Côote d'Azur is enough.

Just stay close to him
and tell me what he says.

Oh yeah? I'm going to stay
as far away from him as possible.

Where are you going? I haven't
rewarded you for the great haul yet.

You're crazy, Cathy. Totally.
Find yourself another informer.

Do you think it's easy for me? The Public
Prosecutor will hold a press conference

and others will take the credit.
That hurts me too.

Want some tea?

The last few weeks haven't been easy
since you left.

You told me to choose. So I've chosen.

I've chosen Ter Hoyen.

All those arguments, all those fights
use up so much energy,

energy that I should put into
my restaurant. My people notice it.

So that's why I'm asking you
one more time. Tessa, please, come back.

Not like this, Laurens.
You know that.

So I have to look for a new sommelier?

Yes.

An attractive young girl
who has just finished her training,

who looks up to you and
would do anything for you.

That will only happen to me once.

Halil, your brother-in-law is here.

Thanks for coming.

What's the matter, Halil?
I haven't got much time.

I've got a proposal.
- Is it going to cost me money?

Do you want to hear it or not?
- I'm not giving you any money.

Not even if I say
you'll be rid of me for good?

That I'll never bother
my sister and you again? Ever?

What is that?

Herring tartare with shallots, dill,
apple and kohlrabi.

Look, Erol, I want to go to Istanbul.
For good.

I want to start again there,
start everything again.

Istanbul?
- Yes. I've got friends there.

Good mates. They are going to help me.
And I'll never come back.

You've got friends there?

So what I'm asking is that you buy me
a ticket to Istanbul

and give me some money to get me through
the first three months.

And then you will never
hear from me again. I swear.

So you're saying you'll stay in Istanbul,
no matter what happens?

And you'll leave Yildiz and me alone?
Forever?

Did you really make that yourself?

Yes, but it's not difficult.
Everyone can cook. What do you think?

Really delicious.
- About my proposal, Erol.

I'll buy you a plane ticket
and give you 1,500 euros.

That's all. Take it or leave it.
- Deal.

Can you bring it this evening?
- Can I finish this first?

Have you seen Tessa?

Where is Tessa?
- Haven't seen her yet.

Her car is in the car park.

Berten, can you carry on?
They have to be really tender.

Tessa?

Tessa?

Tessa?

Tessa?

Oh, fuck... Tessa?

Hey.

Hello?
- Good morning, Dylan.

Shit, Tessa, are you drunk?

You're drunk.

Service is about to start.

You can't work like that.

I'm extremely professional, Dylan.
Everyone says so.

Look. This is a very good bottle.
But... don't tell my dad, eh?

Go on, Dylan,
do it for my pretty face.

Then I won't tell your boss
you are trying to seduce me.

But I'm not.
- No.

Why not?
What have you got against me?

Tessa?
- Rik?

She's here.

She's...

putting away wine.
- Oh.

Sorting it out.
- OK.

Go upstairs, to my room...
to get some sleep.

Make sure
your dad doesn't see you like that.

Yes, Colonel Vastenaken.

I'll wait here, boss.

Leon.

Ow.

Good evening.

There you are.

Good evening, everyone.
A nice bottle of red?

I've got a great bottle of
Châateau Chasse...

Chasse-Spleen.
- Excuse me.

You were meant to sleep your hangover off.
- It was so boring without you, Dylan.

Good evening, Mathieu.
- Stay here, d'you hear me?

Mathieu?

Give that here.

Relax, Alain.
What's the matter?

Tell me, I can help.
- A business matter.

Business matter?

Money, Elena. Money.

But... you don't have to pay for my sex
so... no problem, eh?

If I want you to talk to me,

if I want to listen to your poor
language skills, your stupid thoughts,

I'll give you a sign.
I'll say: Talk, Elena, talk.

Apart from that, keep your mouth shut.

Understand?

Compliments on the schnitzels.

Thank you.

Mr Kerkhoffs, would you like to try
my pick of the wines tonight?

Hey, goddammit.
- Oh, sorry.

Have you been drinking, or what?
- Yes, that's my job, eh?

Have you decided what you would like?
- No. Just bring something.

Good evening. A table for two?

Shit, we're fully booked.
But I'll get rid of some people.

Amigos' family takes precedence.
- We're not staying for a meal.

I need to speak to my brother.
So does Erol.

OK. Take a seat.
I'll fetch your brother.

Halil...

Chef, have I already told you
I really like working here?

Laurens is a bastard.

He wouldn't last five minutes in prison.

In prison?
- Yes, in a manner of speaking.

Halil...

You've got visitors.

What's the matter with her?

Sis.

Erol.

Erol told me everything.
- Come on, Erol. Why?

I...

It was...
- It was what?

The herring tartare.
- That told her?

No, it was really delicious.
Yildiz is right, this is your vocation.

No, it's not.
- What is the matter with you?

What are you going to do in Istanbul?
You haven't got any friends there.

But we, here, believe in you.
Even Erol believes in you.

I believe in you, Halil.
- So does Hüulya.

When are you going to arrange to see her?
You should strike while the iron is hot.

Thanks for coming, Sis,
but we're in the middle of service.

Erol, thanks for nothing.

Here, pal. Schnitzel this evening.

How is his mood? Still the same?

He doesn't suspect me, does he?
- Come on, Tito.

Three people knew that container number,
the boss, you and me.

What do you think?
Who tipped off the cops?

Not me. Tell him.

Hey.

Maybe our phones were hacked.
What? It's possible.

Or you or he left their mobile
lying around.

We'll soon find out who he suspects.
- What do you mean, who?

The one who'll be lying in a hole later
with a bullet in his head, Tito.

Don't let your schnitzel get cold,
it may be your last.

Yeah. Goddammit...

Yeah, yeah. Goddammit. Of course.

May I see the soles of your shoes?

What?
- Your soles. Show me.

Here are my soles. Happy now? Got what
you wanted, you dopey dishwasher?

The number of that container,
ring any bells?

I know who saw my phone.

Did you destroy my apple tree
and my vegetable garden?

Your apple tree? Honestly, pal.

What happened to that apple tree
is about to happen to you lot.

If you shoot, they'll put you in prison.
- Prison? That's more for idiots like you.

It's nothing,
sir doesn't agree with his bill.

Two schnitzels.

Sorry.

Sorry. It's fine.

We've got a problem.
- Yeah. Those were my last two schnitzels.

That's not good for business, mate.

A totally different kind of problem.

The woman of the house
will clean it up, I suppose?

Go on, tell us.

It's Berten.

It's Tito.

Berten...

Why?
- He pulled his gun on me.

Why?

I wanted to see his soles.
He massacred our vegetable garden

and said he was going to do
the same to us.

Chef, I've found some meat.
Where is the meat hammer?

Come on, take him inside.

Where are you going to put him?
- In the fridge.

Halil? Come on, pal. Get up.

Chef, people are asking...

Dad?
- He was going...

He was going to kill us.

Kerkhoffs will kill us.
- Alain isn't a killer.

You're naive, Rik.

It's my fault. I'll tell him.

No, Berten.
Tessa, you're going home, come on.

Tessa?

No. Go the back way.

OK.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.
We had a little accident in the kitchen

but it has been sorted.
So we can carry on with service now.

We apologise most sincerely
for the short delay.

Please order another drink.
It's on the house.

Mathieu is at your service.

Thank you.

Tessa, what's the matter?

Hey, what's up?

Sweetheart.

Can I stay the night?
- Of course.

What was that little accident?
It cost us a fortune in drinks.

That's the least of our worries, Mathieu.

You're a lunatic, you are.
- Shhh. Please.

They should lock you up again.
Why did you attack Hans?

Hans?

Philip!
I didn't attack him.

No, no... you kicked his car door
and dented it.

Yes. Yes... But...

It was because I thought you and he...
- That I and he what?

Well, you know, I thought you and he...
that you were seeing him.

I did, and it hurt and I got angry.

Hans is Kasper's dad
and Kasper is Ruben's best friend.

And Hans is a man
who earns an honest living...

Honest is OK.
- ... and who is married to Vera.

I'm not having an affair with Hans.

But I am with Karel.

And Ludo.

And Michiel, and Nils.
I'm on a dating site, Mathieu.

I'm going through them alphabetically.

So if you want to dent all their doors too
you are going to be busy.

Lynn, I spent three years and nine months

in a little concrete room
and every evening...

You have to stop.
- ... every evening before I went to sleep

I imagined you and me having a chat.
The stupidest chat in the world.

I asked how your day had been
at the hospital

and you asked how mine had been.

Mine had been rather boring, of course,
but I let you do most of the talking.

And I looked at you while you told me,
while you walked around the room...

while you took off your earrings.

Every evening, Lynn.
We had a chat like that every evening.

If I hadn't had that
I would have gone crazy in there.

You're not going to fuck up my life
again, Mathieu.

You're not.
- I won't, I promise.

Hey. Lynn? Lynn?

Alain, did you enjoy it?
- Honestly?

No, your schnitzel wasn't much good.

Honestly, Rik. That's for plebs.

A stupid idea to put something as banal as
that on your menu. Don't you think, Leon?

Maybe you're not in the mood today.
- No, I'm not in the mood today.

And my mood hasn't goddamn improved
by coming here for a meal.

Maybe Elena should come and run the place.

Elena, would the restaurant
be something for you?

You know this house here well.
You know all the ins and outs. Eh?

I gave you a house to start a restaurant.

What do I get in return? A fucking
schnitzel. You should be ashamed.

Alain...

You were able to become wealthy
because I never snitched on you.

Because I never said...

who robbed De Bruyn's jewellery shop
with me 15 years ago,

who was sitting next to me in the car.

Hey hey, you knocked
that woman down, not me.

And no one, no one made you
stay with her. No one.

What could you do? She was dead.
- She wasn't dead, Alain.

I saw her die. I saw her eyes.

She was only about 20.

And in her eyes I saw...

how frightened she was and
how she wanted to live at all costs.

But I never snitched on you.

And I paid.

And I'm grateful to you for that, Rik.
You know that. I still am.

I don't want to argue with you, pal.
You're my oldest friend.

Why didn't you take advantage of
that second chance, Alain,

and mend your ways?

Why are you still walking around
with those gorillas?

If you weren't, maybe we wouldn't...
- Wouldn't what?

Shall I help?
They've killed Tito.

Leon.

It was an accident, OK?

Alain... take it easy.

Please.

Dylan, can you tell people
we are closing?

Who did it?
- He was bothering Tessa again.

Tessa?

Tito was outside all evening,
Tessa was in the restaurant.

Rik, try again, pal.

It was me.

Tito destroyed my King of the Pippins.

Your what?
- His tree. His apple tree.

Just like that, for no reason.

Not just his tree,
his vegetable garden too.

When Berten said about it,
Tito pulled a gun on him.

He was about to kill him,
it was legal self-defence.

That's what happened.

Rik, do you remember... what I did
when Tito bothered your daughter?

He tried to rape Tessa.
- You can keep your mouth shut, Turk.

Chef, I swear...
- Alain. Put that gun away.

Guys. Guys. Hey.

Do you remember, Rik?

I handed over Tito and said
you could do what you wanted to him.

Now I want Berten.
- No, Alain. No way.

OK, fine, Rik.
Fine, fine, fine. Fine.

But I'd step aside, if I were you.
Berten is coming with us.

And if anyone here moves, there will be
more dead bodies in your kitchen.

There has to be a different way
to sort this, Alain.

A different way to sort it?

Free schnitzels, Alain, every evening.
In memory of Tito.

I've got a way to sort it.
- Have you?

I lost some property,
something that belonged to me.

The cops pinched it.

If you get me my property back,

I'll forget what your Berten did
to my Tito.

Then we're quits.

What kind of property is it?

One and a half million euros worth
of coke.

Alain, be serious.
How the hell can we get that back?

With all the criminal talent
here in your kitchen

that can't be difficult, can it, Rik?

I'll give you 24 hours.

Then you can tell me
whether I'm getting Berten or the coke.

Or one and a half million in cash. OK?

Can you take Tito with you?

Are you grieving for Tito?

Yeah, deeply.

With a bit of luck
I'll get my coke back...

and that idiot of a dishwasher

got rid of
the rat who tipped off the police.

Was that Tito?

Tito always said:
Better one dead innocent guy too many

than one dead guilty guy too few.
- There you go, Leon.

Tito lived according to
his own principles, till his final gasp.

I admire that.

Tito will be pleased to hear that.

OK, guys, I don't know what to do.

Let's...

Let's sleep on it and maybe we'll come up
with a solution tomorrow.

I have to go home.

You can stay as long as you like.

I've missed you, Tessa.

He didn't enjoy that schnitzel.
- I don't have to look for a new informer?

No, it won't be necessary. He has a guy,
Tito, whose mobile it was...

Oh yeah...

Yeah?
- Kerkhoffs thinks he snitched.

It wouldn't surprise me if his body
turns up somewhere soon.

Oh fuck. So I really did hurt him.
I really did hurt Kerkhoffs.

D'you know, Cathy,
you are my favourite cop.

Am I?
- And his coke?

Come on, get on with it.

Has his coke been destroyed?
- No. It's in the warehouse.

Till the Public Prosecutor...
- Public Prosecutor what?

Till the Public Prosecutor can show off
with it. Come on, get on with it.

Oh fuck. Fuck. Oh yes!

One, please.

Where are you going, Berten?

Zeebrugge.

And you?

Istanbul.

That's a bit further.

What are you going to do in Zeebrugge?
- See Kerkhoffs.

Come on, Berten.

Come on, that's like... like a sheep
taking itself to slaughter.

Sorry.
- Kerkhoffs will kill you.

That Tito... I shouldn't have...

That Tito was a bastard, Berten.
- I want Rik's dream to come true,

his restaurant to be a success.
He's entitled to that. And Rik...

is my mate.

I'll tell you what.
Come to Istanbul with me.

Honestly, Berten. I mean it, come with me.
- Sorry, Halil. I can't.

What will Kerkhoffs do to Amigos then,
do you think?

To Rik and Mathieu and Dylan?

I'll come with you.

Yeah, I'll come to Kerkhoffs.

Where are those two?

There they are.
- Goddammit.

What are you two up to?

Look around you, Rik.

Flanders is at its most beautiful
in the morning.

We went for a walk. Together.

But we're back now.

Right, come on.

We know where Kerkhoffs' merchandise is,
thanks to Dylan.

Do you know the Black Sheep bar in Bruges?
It's where lots of cops go.

I went there last night,
picked out the most attractive one...

Man or woman?
- ... performed my Dylan tricks

and quietly questioned her.

Bingo.
- Nice.

Right, we now know where
but we still don't know

how we are going to get that coke.

It's like Kerkhoffs says,
with all our talent we'll find a way.

We're Rik's gang after all.

NEXT TIME

And we've got a good plan.

Yeah, I admit it's not without risk
but it is a good one.

Sweetheart? Happy anniversary.

Oh no! Goddammit, Dylan. No way.

Then we might as well just go
straight back to prison.

Brilliant. Look, this is it, eh?
This is Rik's gang.