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Every evening before I went to sleep I imagined you and me having a chat.

PREVIOUSLY

You're not going to fuck up my life again. - I won't, I promise.

What is the matter with you? What are you going to do in Istanbul?

But we, here, believe in you.

I believe in you.

The number of that container, ring any bells?

I know who saw my phone.

Chef, people are asking...

Can I stay the night? - Of course.

I've got a way to sort it. I lost some property.

The cops pinched it.

If you get me my property back,

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

What kind of property is it?

One and a half million euros worth of coke.

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.

Shouldn't you be doing another ten months?

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

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.

Daddy, what are you looking at?

Nothing, I'm just thinking.- Who are you thinking about?

Who?- About Mummy?

I'm... I'm thinking about my menu for this evening.

I'm off. The staff will be here soon.

Is there someone there with you? - No, no, son. There's no one here.

Daddy, you're thinking again.

Yes, Daddy's brain is working all the time.

Right, I'm going to go and start my sauces.

Kiss.- Kiss.

I've missed you, Tessa.

And? What's on the menu this evening at Amigos?

Nothing apparently. My dad is ill.

Laryngitis. Very infectious, so I don't have to go to work.

There's only one medicine for laryngitis.

Chicken bouillon. Or better still, quail bouillon.

If you like I can give you my recipe for your dad.

He knows how to make it. - Yes, steal one chicken...

Come on, Tessa, I was only joking.

Tiger.

If you don't have to go to Amigos this evening,

you might as well work here.

This evening, tomorrow evening, the evening after that.

Fuck, your staff are here. - Kiss.

How did your job interview go, Tessa?

STEAL 1 CHICKEN

Use a blender for that.

Right, I repeat: ray with tomato, capers, almonds and romanesco.

Then lamb with sour cream... - It's candied lamb.

Candied lamb with sour cream, tarragon and strawberries.

OK. Candied lamb.

Vegetarian: roast aubergine, carrot and vadouvan.

And the starters?

Cheese, meat or shrimp croquette.

Is that all? - With hand-whisked mayonnaise.

Halil's snack bar? - I'm keeping it simple.

We are two people short. No Dylan, no Tessa.

We're keeping Tessa out of this, Halil. That's what we agreed.

My daughter is not going to be an accomplice.

Berten, you can blanch the romanesco.

Blanch the romanesco, chef?

We are about to raid a police depot to steal 50 kg of confiscated cocaine.

Instead of planning the robbery down to the last detail...

Just because we are planning a robbery doesn't mean our guests can't eat well.

And we've got a good plan.

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

A good one, yes. But we are dependent on his Lucien...

Goedertier. Lucien Goedertier.

Who ran off with the money for the chairs.

A misunderstanding. We are mainly depending on Dylan.

Dylan? That really does put my mind at ease. It really does.

Use the damn blender.

You are an emotional man, chef. Do you know that?

80 kg of feelings. That's what you are.

That's why you are a good cook and a bad robber.

It was because of your feelings that you got arrested 15 years ago.

Wasn't it?

You need cold blood to commit a robbery.

Crocodile blood. - Yeah...

You dreamed of a robbery, didn't you? You dreamed of a gang.

Yes, Rik's gang.

But I gave up my dream. Because we were on the straight and narrow.

We have no other choice now.

Then I want a chef who's thinking about his robbery

and not his stupid fucking lamb. - Candied lamb.

But if I don't do that, Halil,

if I don't think about my food and look after my customers...

what is left?

If you want out, that is OK.

I won't hold it against you. We'll still be mates.

Pass me that blender.

Write down. New starters.

Mackerel escabeche,

spinach soup with mimolette

and carpaccio of beef with North Sea lobster.

Can you repeat that?

Hi, Berten. - Machteld.

How is my apple tree doing?

It's struggling. - Oh dear. And the tits?

Nothing yet.

So this is where you work. - Yes.

I saw the board at the front, "honest cuisine".

Apparently you have to book a week in advance.

Yes. It may not last.

You can have the best of intentions but you can't change yourself.

But you don't have to change.

Do you do weddings?

Who for? - A friend.

We haven't... We haven't done that yet.

I can ask. - Yes, do that.

I think receptions and things are a good business.

Well, don't lose heart. People believe in you.

Sweetheart?

Happy anniversary.

We've known each other two months today. Mind if I steal her for a moment?

See you tomorrow, sweetheart. - Bye.

What are you doing here? Those are my colleagues, cops.

It's OK, they can see me. Officially I'm not your informer,

maybe I can officially be your boyfriend. - If you want to speak to me, call me.

I wanted to surprise you. - Don't surprise me, I hate surprises.

I just wanted... - What did you just want?

I just wanted to celebrate your... our victory over Kerkhoffs. That's all.

I clearly made a mistake.

I'll go for a picnic with Halil.

Sorry.

Sorry, Dylan.

Really, everything you do means a lot to me.

Your information, that basket...

Sorry.

Just follow me.

Your car or mine? - Come on, you'll see.

Any news from Dylan?

No. - And Goedertier is two hours late.

I left a message on his answering machine. - Call him again, Mathieu.

Do I have to pay again? - Yes, two euros.

Go on, Grandpa, it's your turn.

Who is it? - Someone from work.

Hello? - Lynn. It's me.

Have you... Have you attacked another dad from school today?

Not today, no.

Ruben hasn't had any nightmares since his First Holy Communion.

That's good. That is... I'm pleased to hear that.

Do you still sometimes chat to me?

I am now. - Yeah...

I mean before you go to sleep.

Yes, every evening.

Mummy, Grandpa has to go to prison again.

Oh dear.

Is that Ruben?- Yes.

Look, I'm taking Ruben to school tomorrow morning.

I'll stop by the fishing lake for a moment, at a quarter to eight.

Then you can see Ruben before school.

OK. OK.

Great. I'll... I'll be there, Lynn. I'll be there.

See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

Goedertier is here.

Look who it is. The men from block B, goddammit. Where has the time gone?

We expected you two hours ago. Service is starting soon.

Have you got our stuff?

Ta-da. Top quality and at an affordable price.

They're not real, eh? We agreed.

Real... replicas.

Take them inside. There are our first guests.

No, no, no, it is... It's for me.

Hüulya. How are you?

Wow, is... is that your dad's?

What is your problem, Halil? - What problem?

Your sister arrived at the office with tears in her eyes.

Why are you turning your back on her? - I'm not.

Did you ask Erol for money or didn't you?

A bit. - To go to Istanbul?

Yes. - Dammit, Halil.

You don't have to go to Istanbul. You have to stay here.

Your place is here. - So everyone tells me.

I didn't go, did I? I'm still here. I stayed, OK?

But I think I'm going to regret it.

I... I know why you are really here.

My sister wants to pair us off so she can be sure I'll stay.

What do you know that I don't? - I know it, Hüulya. I know it.

You know nothing, Halil. Yildiz is a good colleague.

A friend. I hate to see her so upset. That's why I'm here.

OK. OK.

My sister told me you make publicity for me at the office.

Well, for Amigos.

Yes. At the office... and other places.

So you enjoyed the starters?

Your dessert was best.

Can I call you somewhen?

And?

What did she want?

I'm not really sure. - Aren't you?

I'm telling you, that Ju... Hüulya... likes you.

We've got other things to think about. Come on.

Stop it, Dylan. Stop it. I'm going to be extremely... Stop.

I'm going to be extremely drunk.

It's nice. Really nice. And this is really nice too.

Chef's speciality. - My compliments to the chef.

I don't like that so much. But I like that.

I'm not jealous.

That is Mark. Mark taught me everything I know.

Does he know we're working together? - No.

No.

Mark was involved in an investigation into a big fish.

He had been working hard on it for months.

Then some whore suddenly reported him.

She claimed he'd blackmailed her into having sex with him.

Mark was suspended and not long afterwards they found cocaine in his car.

Planted there? - Of course. The claim was false too.

But everything was leaked to the press.

It took them four months to discover it was a fabrication.

But that's good. - Yes. Too late.

Mark had already resigned, or what?

Yeah. You could put it like that.

He used his police firearm.

I found him.

He had two little children.

And that big fish?

Was that Kerkhoffs? - Yes.

You think Kerkhoffs was behind the whore's claim and the coke?

I know Kerkhoffs was behind it.

I know it.

Fucking bastard.

Goddamn him.

I still don't get why Mark... He could have...

Fuck.

Fuck. I've had too much to drink.

Honestly, Mark, you should have come to me. I could have helped you.

Cathy...

It's OK.

I'm just drunk. Sorry.

Don't you have to go to work?

Five more minutes. Come on.

I'm going to have a shower.

Dylan?

Don't forget to put these in water. - No.

Kerkhoffs... that is 1-0 to us. And that's thanks to you.

Will you call me?

Even if you haven't got a tip? - Yes, boss.

Chef, it's your turn. - Right.

Where are we? - Here, the ray needs to be fried.

That lamb can be dressed. Just the one. And that can go back in the oven, OK?

OK, fine.

Berten, wipe the plates. - Yep.

We can't do this alone. Where is Dylan?

I don't know. - Can't Berten come and help?

Try to keep going for a bit longer. - I need to tell you something.

Sir? Sir? - Later. OK?

I'll be right with you, sir.

Sir? - Coming.

See, it is your size.

What are you planning?

A fancy dress ball.

Is it the right colour?

You can't see the difference in the dark.

It's doesn't say police on it. - That... that...

That still has to be added. Take it off.

How are things in prison? - How am I supposed to know?

You had to spend a few more months there.

Had to? Had to? I have to look after my mother.

Did I tell you she is 82?

So you are still wanted? - I'm not really a priority.

They've been to see my mum a couple of times.

I said to her that if she sees any cops,

she should pretend she's hard of hearing.

She's 82. I sit there in the back room

and hear the cops shouting: Where is Lucien?

Who did you say? Lucien?

Send the next one up. And he can bring the dessert with him.

It's just like it used to be, I suppose?

It's like riding a bike. You don't forget.

It's your turn, Mathieu.

I'll do it. Who are they for? - Table 6.

I'm seeing Ruben tomorrow morning. - Are you?

Before he goes to school. I've arranged to meet Lynn in Izegem.

That's really good.

I haven't seen my son for four years, Rik. And I don't want to miss my chance.

We'll be back in time. - I...

I don't want to run the risk of being locked up again. I...

I wouldn't survive.

What are you saying?

That he's not coming. - I want to see my son grow up.

We started this together. We're in it together.

Look, sorry, but I didn't smash someone's head in with a meat hammer.

I want my son back and nothing is going to prevent that.

You promised us that, Rik. A restaurant. The straight and narrow.

Well? We're just taking a little detour. And we need you.

I can still hand myself over to Kerkhoffs.

Berten, please.

Everything has been set in motion. We can't go back now.

But... I respect your decision, Mathieu.

We all respect it.

We'll manage.

Where is Dylan, dammit?

Laryngitis? - It suddenly got much better.

I gave chef some elderberry tea with sugar and cinnamon. A recipe...

Fuck your tea, Halil.

Well? Show me your throat.

Open your mouth. - It's true.

I lay down for an hour and sweated everything out. All germs gone.

I feel a lot better. And I didn't want to call you so...

Dad, what is going on?

You're not... - It's an evening like any other.

Hey, where's my dessert? And where is number four?

Oh, are you number four? I've got your size too.

You were supposed to stay upstairs. - Sure, but...

I need a screwdriver.

The loader is loose. It would be a bit silly

if it fell out while you're at your fancy dress ball.

You'd think, made in German, it'd be fine but...

Goedertier. Go on, upstairs. - OK.

Right, I'm listening.

It was delicious. But we had to wait ages.

Yeah, we sure did.

Our master key. I did it.

She knows.

What is that, Dylan? - What I promised.

I saw that good-looking cop again and took her card.

Just like in the old days.

So what do we say? Thank you, Dylan.

It's a woman, Dylan. - Of course. I'm not seducing a guy.

I'm not doing that, not even for you, Berten.

Cathy Liebaert, Dylan. How are we going to get in that depot

with a woman's badge?

First I thought Halil in a wig...

But now we've got a sommelier on board... - Oh no! Goddammit, Dylan. No way.

No way.

We'll bluff our way in without a badge.

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

Call the governor. Pascale will be pleased to see you again.

Shut your mouth.

It's your stupid fault.

What are you going to do? - Go and try the stuff on.

Tessa, I forbid it. Tessa.

There. A real cop.

Is it OK here? It's not too tight?

Mitts off, Goedertier.

What size shoe do you take? - 36.

What if it fails? Have you thought about that?

36.

There you are.

Enjoy the rest of your evening. - Thank you.

Goodbye.

More immigrants as cops? I'm all for it.

Stand closer together. I'm going to take a photo.

Goedertier...

You're going home.

Mathieu will pay you. - No photo?

Come on, let's go.

Good luck. - Yeah.

Be careful, Rik.

Go, go, go.

Act normal, will you?

Come on, get in.

Rik said you'll settle the bill. - Yeah.

What... What are they going to do?

I know nothing about it, Lucien.

For a share in the proceeds...

I'll knock some off my price.

I know nothing about it.

That... that is the right amount.

Right...

Good evening. Drink-driving checkpoint.

I haven't had a drink, officer, but I'll blow in your machine.

Why are you laughing, sir? - Me, laughing? I'm not laughing.

Car papers, please. And can you turn that music down?

Thank you. Check them. You can get out, sir.

Do I have to blow? - Can we ask the questions?

Thank you. You don't have to blow. You can walk along this white line,

arms open wide and looking straight ahead. - This line here?

Can sir see more than one line? - No, no. I can only see one white line.

Go on.

How far? - Until we say stop.

Keep looking and walking straight ahead.

On the white line. Slowly... keep walking.

Like this? - Keep looking straight ahead.

Keep going.

Slowly. Slowly.

Further?

Officer?

Yes? - Inspector Liebaert.

The Public Prosecutor sent us.

Come in.

That's one.

Good evening. - Good evening.

The goods seized in Zeebrugge. We've been sent to collect them.

I know nothing about it. - Nor did we till an hour ago

but there's a press conference tomorrow and they want the cocaine in the photos.

What are they here for? - Is he allowed to know?

He's a colleague. - We've had a tip-off: the previous owners

want their stuff back. - The drugs gang?

Yes, we think Mexicans. And... those guys are not amused.

Shit. Yes, Commissioner?

Am I disturbing you? - Not at all, Commissioner.

Is there any news?

I just wanted to say the washing up has been done and the kitchen tidied up.

Everything OK there? - Affirmative, Commissioner.

I'll pass it on. My regards to your wife and son.

Thank you.

They've lost them. - Who?

The team keeping an eye on the Mexicans. They don't know where they are.

The sooner we take those goods off your hands, the better for you.

It's downstairs.

They are safe here. - They?

Those animals will look good on TV.

There you are. And the whole team will test positive.

Eleven times 3 kg.

It'll be a nice photo in the paper. - Yes.

Have you got another box? - No.

Then we'll have to do it in two goes. You two stay here. OK?

Have you been here long? - Eleven years..

Oh, right. - Yeah.

Hey! Where's the gatekeeper? - He's busy.

I'll call him.

Don't panic.

Cops. Real ones. And they want to come in.

How many? - Two.

Goddammit.

The Mexicans are here. They are dressed as policemen.

No, no, no...

We've done this before. Do exactly what we say and all will be fine.

Here. Come on, move.

Halil, do what I do. - OK.

Not that.

Evening.

Smart car. - Seized it from a dealer.

Thought so. Don't want to swap?

The gatekeeper is inside.

Hello.

Hands on your head. On your knees, feet crossed.

Now, motherfuckers!

OK, handcuffs. Gun out of the way first.

Shall we put them downstairs? - Yes, there's plenty of room.

Right, come on. Come on.

Stop thrashing about, pal. - Come on, mate.

In here.

Great job, guys. Really, a great job.

Thanks for the compliment. Come on.

Come on. - Come here, pal.

And get a move on, dammit!

Goodnight.

It's that one. - It's the other one.

Got it? - Yes.

A perfect plan, Dad. Except for one detail.

We forgot our clothes.

I suppose the heating isn't working. - It's on maximum.

Come on, guys. Stop moaning. We did it, didn't we?

Oh, shit.

Get down, everyone. - Dammit.

Can you drive off? - No, they've seen us.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. - Maybe they aren't real cops.

It's a drink-driving checkpoint.

Oh, Halil, amigo. - How are you?

Have you had a drink? - No, my religion doesn't allow it.

That's fine. You can go. - Thank you.

Oh yeah... when are you coming for a meal?

Goddammit, Halil.

Soon. - Yeah.

OK, great. - Right, bye.

Bye.

OK, stay down.

Stay down, stay down, stay down...

OK.

Goddammit, man. - We should do this more often.

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

Right. I... I'm off then.

Here.

Can you take a look?

Everything is there.

It's fine, it's fine.

You are good, man. You are damn good.

We are quits now, Alain.

It's a shame to waste all that talent, eh?

Alain?

Quits.

Yes, of course.

Hubert. - What are you doing here, Mathieu?

I... I've come... I thought...

I've come to fish. - There's a restraining order against you.

Or don't you understand that?

You are not allowed to have any more contact with my daughter or my grandson.

But Hubert...

You know... I never meant to harm Lynn. And Ruben...

You fucked up Lynn's life.

And are a threat to Ruben.

You are a thief, a con man.

And a clown. - Hubert, come on...

Look, all I want... - I don't care what you want.

Next time I'm here it will be with the police.

And they will take you back to where you belong.

Do we understand each other?

I can't hear anything.

Yes. We understand each other.

We understand each other.

Sir?

I overheard your conversation.

Are you Mathieu Schroons?

Yes, I am. I...

Goddamn you! Clown!

All my savings gone. I wanted to go travelling.

And now look at me. Fishing for sprats.

Jules, dammit, that's enough.

Goddamn him... - Come on.

Fucking useless bank manager. - Come away, Jules.

You should be ashamed.

Thank you, Tessa.

Smells lovely. - Yes. Is it really your own recipe?

That robbery was the most exciting thing I've ever done.

And I'm not allowed to tell anyone.

Do you think those cops are still in the cells?

"Now, motherfucker."

The arrest was really professional. - Yes.

You've got lots of experience of being arrested.

Kerkhoffs was right for once. What talent!

Robberies, checkpoints, arrests. We can do everything.

Even our own catering.

Sorry.

It's... work. - OK.

Hello, Rik? - Hello, Pascale.

Am I disturbing you? - No, no. Is something the matter?

No. I just wanted...

to tell you about the restaurant.

OK.

Is everything OK at Amigos? - Couldn't be better.

The guys really are doing their best. Encouraging each other.

Good. And your daughter? - She is...

a brilliant sommelier. - I'm glad to hear it.

Yeah.

There really is nothing else? - No, that was it.

Right, then I'll go and drink my coffee before it gets cold.

You do that. Sorry to bother you.

You're never a bother, Rik.

Bye, Pascale. - Bye, Rik.

Those drugs weren't ours and they weren't for us.

NEXT TIME

Halil, I want you to go now.

I have decided... I'm going to get myself a lover.

Berten De Nil.

You're Berten De Nil.

He's going to keep blackmailing us.

Tito's gun - No, no, Berten.

Hello, Alain. Nice place you've got here.

Chef does the main courses. - Halil is the chef without chef.