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PREVIOUSLY IN AMIGO'S

Everyone who comes out has to find his way.

But you're going to make it, Rik.

You don't have to pay for my sex so...

Do you do weddings? - Who for?

A friend.

So you enjoyed the starters? - Your dessert was best.

Can I call you somewhen?

If you don't have to go to Amigos this evening, you might as well work here.

This evening, tomorrow evening...

What are you planning? - A fancy dress ball.

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

How are we going to get in that depot with a woman's badge?

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

Inspector Liebaert.

Eleven times 3 kg.

Alain?

Quits. - Yes, of course.

Shouldn't you hand yourself in, son? You'll never be able to relax like this.

It's Sunday, Ma. Besides, all the prisons here are full.

They haven't got room for me. And in fact, Ma,

someone in prison has to be fed and housed

and guarded. Do you know how much that costs the taxpayer?

I'm not going to milk the system, you know. No way.

Yeah yeah. You always were good at coming up with excuses, Lucien.

... more details are known about the so-called depot robbery.

The perpetrators, disguised as policemen, were after a consignment of drugs

seized in the port of Zeebrugge earlier this month.

The drugs have an estimated street value of 1.5 million euros.

Be careful.

... described by the Public Prosecutor as professionals, were well informed.

Police are investigating whether they received inside help.

There are as yet no leads on the perpetrators.

THE BREAD OF CHARITY

I've come to see Alain.

On Sunday Alain is in Brussels. With wife and daughters.

Where? I don't have his address.

You don't know where Alain lives? His best friend?

Yeah, his best friend...

Stephan.

Shouldn't you be in the kitchen boiling potatoes?

I've come to see Alain. - Alain isn't here.

You've no business being here.

If you want to speak to the boss, make an appointment first. Understand?

Hello, sir. - Hello, lad.

Come on.

Nice kid.

He is at boarding school. I only see him Sundays.

Alain wants it that way.

I miss my child.

Are you still here? I think your potatoes will be cooked by now.

Hello, Cathy. How's things?

What did you do with my police ID card? - What card?

My card, Dylan. - I don't know what you're talking about.

I haven't got it. Let go of me. - They've suspended me.

They've taken away my gun and questioned me three times.

Why?

Don't be stupid. Those robbers got into the depot using my police ID card.

The only one who can have stolen it is you.

I don't know anything about a depot.

You and your mates stole those drugs for Kerkhoffs.

You all work for Kerkhoffs. - We are in the restaurant business.

Oh yeah? There are CCTV images of four men and a woman.

So? Did you recognise us?

No.

But I know it was you. - I haven't got your card, Cathy.

Maybe you mislaid it somewhere. I don't know.

No. I didn't mislay it. The fucking fairies didn't take it either.

You gave it to Kerkhoffs. - That's not true.

I'm going to report you.

I have to.

Suppose...

And I say suppose...

I did take that card...

What are you going to do? Eh?

You're investigating Kerkhoffs after hours. And that is illegal.

You didn't register me as your informer and you blackmailed your informer,

you made him have sex with you against his will.

And you, Cathy... you called in an anonymous tip

about Kerkhoffs' drugs cargo.

If your superiors hear all that, then I'm wondering

who will go to prison first, you or me?

If you want to tell your superiors all that, then go ahead.

But only one person will be rubbing his hands, Kerkhoffs.

And then your Marc died for nothing.

Look, Cathy, I'm still your informer, OK?

I'm keeping an eye on Kerkhoffs' moves

and one of these days you will get a golden tip from me. I promise you.

Do you know the worst thing?

I put your flowers in a vase.

My colleagues teased me every day with your "we've been together two months".

And actually I didn't mind.

Because I thought that we...

I trusted you, Dylan.

But there...

once a bastard, always a bastard, eh?

Oh, good morning.

Just the man I was looking for, the money man.

You know I'm the second-hand bargains man, don't you, Mathieu?

Like your van. Eh? It's still running well, isn't it?

It's as good as new.

As good as, yeah.

Well, look, I've got another great bargain for you.

It's handmade. A family heirloom.

It belonged to my grandpa. Survived two World Wars.

Except for the bird. That escaped. Like me from prison.

Ask me how much.

How much? - For the amigos? A special price.

50,000.

Honestly, Lucien, what... what...

What is the matter with you, man? - Nothing. I'm... fine.

This clock will add style to your interior here.

Style? - Shall I tell you why?

It's not impossible, Mathieu, that the cops arrest me one of these days

and make me an offer.

Less time in prison in exchange for a valuable tip.

And what valuable tip can I give them?

That I supplied five outfits

and five Heckler & Kochs

to some pals who were going to a fancy dress ball?

When was that fancy dress ball?

Let's see.

Oh, yes, look, it happened to be last Wednesday.

That's the same night that depot was robbed.

Where those drugs were stolen with an estimated street value

of one and a half million euros.

Lucien, those drugs weren't ours and they weren't for us.

And that money... we haven't got it.

Of course not, Mathieu.

But next week you'll say: Thanks, Lucien.

Your grandpa's clock really was the chance of a lifetime.

Look...

Rik... our chef isn't here at the moment. And...

And I don't know when he'll be back.

Oh, but I can... wait.

I understand you have to discuss it first, my friend.

What is on the menu?

Have you got any qualifications? My daughter is a qualified interpreter.

So her husband has to be... - Dad.

... a doctor, at least. Or an engineer.

I'm a chef, sir. - A chef?

So you're a qualified chef?

More or less. I learned to cook in New Street.

I've got a letter from the governor.

Which restaurant in New Street? - At number 89.

89? He hasn't been to prison, has he?

It was a misunderstanding. He'd just grown some weed at Uncle Hassan's place.

For my asthma.

And had an argument at a petrol station. That's all.

How long were you inside? - In total or last time?

She is not marrying a crook.

Dad, Halil hasn't come to propose. - Be quiet.

You have brought us enough shame.

I will decide for myself, Dad. I will marry who I want.

Halil, I want you to go now.

ÖOmer, I'm sorry. I can understand your attitude. I wanted Halil to go too.

But then I went to his restaurant

and tried his raw herring. - Raw herring?

Herring tartare with shallots and kohlrabi.

What? Kohlrabi?

Call yourself a chef? You don't even make your own people's food.

He does. Don't you, Halil?

Iskender kebab? You? I don't believe you.

Of course my brother can make that.

I'm not giving my daughter to a crook. Out, you!

Halil, this is my son.

Daughter. - What? Have you been married?

No. - No?

Hello, little rascal...

What's your name? - His name is Dennis.

He's three years old.

I'm Halil.

Thank you for having us. Halil has to go back to prison... to the restaurant.

Your grandpa thinks I can't make iskender kebab. What do you think?

See you soon?

Yes?

Hello, madam. I've come to see Alain.

I'm a friend from the old days. Rik. Rik Bossuyt.

We were at school together.

Alain isn't home. Have you got an appointment?

No, I wanted to surprise him.

Dammit, Rik.

Just a moment. - Oh, I've got plenty of time.

Berten.

I need you, man.

It's urgent. - Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.

Wow, that is some vegetable garden.

I do my best. - Don't be so modest.

I'm almost jealous. - Hello.

This is Hilde, my friend I told you about, who's getting married.

Congratulations. - Thank you.

Sorry, but I... Have we met before?

I don't think so. I'm not from around here.

I told Hilde the food is really good here.

Did you already ask the chef?

Yeah, yeah, I think we can do that reception.

Maybe the evening party too.

The chef said it all depends on how many people.

About 40.

We're thinking of the first or second Saturday in May.

That's... during the mating season. Get it?

I don't know if you can do it then?

Beginning of May? - Yes.

I'll discuss it with the chef and let you know tomorrow.

That's fine. I'll call you. - Yes.

Who do I ask for? - Rik.

Rik is the chef. Or me. Berten.

Yes.

Berten De Nil.

You're Berten De Nil.

My physics teacher at St George's.

What a small world. - That guy killed his wife.

His wife and her lover. The papers were full of it.

Cut them up and put them in the freezer.

You want me to hold my wedding reception here? No way.

And end up in that bastard's freezer?

Come on, Machteld. We're going.

Machteld?

That guy is crazy.

Is it true?

It was 20 years ago, Machteld.

That was a different Berten.

We've been colleagues for six months and she didn't tell me.

I thought we were friends.

Lamb, OK.

Tomatoes, yes.

Maybe she didn't want to tell you. Was afraid you'd be prejudiced.

Me? Prejudiced?

Yes, we all have prejudices.

And her father dares to make a fuss about prison.

He should be pleased someone still wants his daughter.

Shit.

Sheep butter.

Halil, that Hüulya isn't for you.

Where can I find fresh sheep butter?

You know my husband from school?

From school, yes.

The two of us got into mischief together. - Really?

Alain never told me.

Filled the headmaster's hat with water, for example.

I got four Saturdays' detention for it. - Just you? Not Alain?

Yes, I didn't snitch on him.

And now I'm a chef in a restaurant.

And Alain leases the building to us.

Alain has a restaurant?

He tells me so little about his business affairs.

50,000? - 50,000. He says it's an antique.

Fuck.

Where is Rik? - Where is Rik? Where is Rik?

Berten, do you know where Rik has gone? - Berten?

What are you doing? We haven't got a menu for this evening yet.

Let alone 50,000 in cash to keep your mate quiet.

We could call Kerkhoffs. After all, it's his problem.

Mathieu, it's our problem.

He's going to keep blackmailing us.

Is he still wanted? - Of course.

He still has more than ten months to do. If we call the cops,

he'll snitch about the depot. - Shit.

Berten, what are you going to do?

Tito's gun - No, no, Berten.

We are going to wait till Rik is here.

What's going on?

Out the way. I have to sort something out. - He wants to kill Lucien.

Come on, Berten, give that to me.

Berten? Give here.

That Lucien is a wimp.

We can deal with him.

No...

Hello. How was it? There's some fruit salad in the fridge. Go on.

There is someone here to see you.

An old school friend.

Hello, Alain.

Nice place you've got here.

Thank you.

Rik told me about the mischief you got up to.

At school.

And that he didn't snitch.

Rik.

Rik, I don't have to tell you,

I want to keep my private life strictly separate from my work.

Needs must, Alain.

There you are.

That is for you.

What is that? A symbolic euro for the rent or what? Is that it?

You don't really have to pay it, man. - It's not for the rent, Alain.

I want to buy the building off you. For one euro.

Including the notary's fee and registration tax.

Draw up a deed of sale between you and the Straight & Narrow.

I don't mind the fact you've got it all, Alain.

But you have to leave me the little that I do have.

It's only because I know you.

Otherwise I would be really offended. One euro.

And fifteen years in prison, Alain. With no discount.

I want you to leave us alone. It is difficult enough as it is.

I'll think about it.

Oh, the chef. At last.

The sous chef. - Right.

I'd like to order a starter.

Rolled roast beef with pesto and crèeme fraîiche.

Et cetera. I like the sound of that. - We're not open yet, Lucien.

You'll have to wait at least 3 hours. - You can make an exception for me.

They'll explain.

Oh, and tell the sommelier to bring me a bottle of Châateau...

Angéelus.

That crazy oaf Goedertier wants a starter and a bottle of wine.

Which wine? - Châateau Angéelus.

I don't believe it. The bastard. Our most expensive wine.

Maybe he's got too much money. - Yeah.

I'll fetch the wine. You do the starter.

What? A starter for Goedertier?

He wants to sell us his cuckoo clock for a special price.

50,000 euros. - What? 50?

50, yes. There isn't even a cuckoo in it.

Hence the special price, Mathieu.

If we don't do it he'll snitch about the depot.

Shit. - Yes, shit.

Where's chef? - Yes, where is chef?

No one knows. No one knows. He's not even answering his phone.

It's corked. Bring me a different one.

There's nothing wrong with the wine. - The customer is always right, eh?

It's that or nothing.

81, 65, 93.

What? - Chest, waist, hips.

Those are the sort of details the police like to hear.

That is the... aroma of the tip.

We had to do it, Lucien. We had no choice, OK?

We had to hand the cocaine over to someone.

We could just come to an arrangement, eh?

No.

You're not my type.

You can bring the main course.

And tell the sous chef to wrap an extra portion in silver foil.

For my ma.

Turn the freezer up to maximum. - Tessa, no, no. You're not serious.

We're not doing that. - Come on. We'll just wait for Rik.

Just wait for Rik? Where is he?

Start the main course for the bastard. - Chef does the main courses.

Halil is the chef without chef.

I do happen to have a dish I want to try. It's Turkish. Iskender kebab.

That sounds fantastic. Go ahead.

Oh yeah, Goedertier also wants a portion for his ma.

For who? - For his ma at home.

Ma at home?

Alone?

These are beautiful flowers, sir. Thank you.

I visit Katrien every week.

I talk to her.

I tell her about her dad and her little sister.

Well, she's grown up now, of course.

Her friends.

And her boyfriend.

But I haven't seen you here before.

How did you know my daughter?

You?

You were the driver.

Take your dirty, filthy flowers off my daughter.

Leave my roses on there.

Sorry. - You're a murderer.

You're a murderer.

Iskender kebab made the traditional way.

Leave that dish here. - It's rather spicy.

I'll douse it with the... Angéelus here.

There you are.

Hello, miss.

Hello.

Hello, Lynn. - Mathieu.

What... what are you doing here? - You don't seem very pleased to see me?

I am, I am. Of course I am. Of course I am. I...

I... But... Well, we...

We aren't open yet, that's all.

That is...

That is our supplier, Lucien.

Goedertier. If you need anything, madam,

I... can arrange anything, for friends of Mathieu.

Lucien...

This... is Lynn.

She is my... - Mistress.

Good taste, Mathieu.

Come with me.

The Duchess.

Hey...

What you just said downstairs...

I made it clear to my father that Ruben is my son and yours.

Not his.

And that I still decide who Ruben does and doesn't see.

I had to promise him I was never going to see my ex again.

You know what he's like, eh?

I didn't have to think about it for long. I agreed immediately.

You know, I...

I have decided...

I'm going to get myself a lover.

It's less fuss and less hassle.

And exciting.

So, um...

have you already chosen someone?

Pascale.- You know this isn't allowed, Rik.

You mustn't visit me. - I just wanted to see you. And hear you.

Has something happened? - No.

No, nothing.

It's just...

It's difficult.

I sometimes wonder what the point of my big plan is.

There are so many obstacles, so many people against us.

I thought it was going well? You're always booked up a week in advance.

Yes, two weeks, in fact.

And the other guys? - They're doing their best.

My daughter too. But...

Tessa doesn't belong at Amigos, Pascale.

Amigos...

... isn't the place for her.

She didn't see her father for fifteen years.

Yeah.

You mustn't give up now, Rik.

It will get better. I know it will.

Make it work.

They're on their way. Make the call.

Are you sure?

Hello, madam... Officer Gerda.

This is Halil Torlak from Amigos.

I don't like to bother you but we've got a freeloader here.

He came here for a meal, ordered a starter and a main course,

and now he doesn't want to pay. Because he was in prison with us

he thinks he should eat for free or he says he'll call the food inspectors.

He's threatening us.

Bravo Quebec X-Ray, 632.

Lucien, I've got a really nice dessert wine I'd like you to try.

Your dessert, Lucien.

It's with strawberries and a red berry coulis. Chef's special.

Thank you, but I'd like to talk to Rik now

about this purchase.

Oh, look, that's probably Rik.

Good afternoon, everyone. Who does that van outside belong to?

Lucien Goedertier? - Yes.

You are on our wanted list. Did you know that?

No. - No?

Your prison leave was two days not two months.

It was for my ma's birthday.

Really? What did you buy her? - A flat screen TV.

Nice present.

Right, I suggest you come with us. Then the amigos here

can start service. - No, I can't do that.

They were about to buy my clock.

We've discussed it again and... we're not interested.

Your cuckoo doesn't fit in our interior. - Mr Goedertier?

OK. I'll come with you.

Gladly.

And I'll have a nice little chat with you later.

A chat about a fancy dress ball.

Gun!

Lucien! - Ma?

Honestly, son. What have you done now?

I told you to hand yourself in, didn't I? - Your clock is there, Dora.

You should be ashamed of yourself. Stealing your grandpa's clock.

Ma...

Stealing from your own mother, Lucien. Honestly.

It's a terrible thing to have to say

but I have greater peace of mind when you're in prison.

Don't say that. - Much greater.

You will soon have much greater peace of mind for a long time.

You mustn't worry, Lucien. We'll take good care of your ma.

You can stay here for a meal this evening. On the house.

It was delicious, wasn't it, Lucien?

Lucien?

Really delicious.

You will be careful in prison, won't you?

Come on.

Ma.

Oh my God. That was incredible.

That was great. Much better than... than that guy I was married to.

Where did you learn that? Did you learn it in prison?

No, I...

It's the result of...

dreaming about you for three years and nine months.

The food is really good here, sir.

We're not open yet. - I've come to see Tessa.

Come on, Dad. Halil has completely changed his menu for you.

We aren't open yet. - The chef invited us. Halil.

Halil?

Come with me.

These are for you.

I thought you were coming back to Ter Hoyen.

I never said that.

Here. - Thank you.

I've left Christine.

Your sous chefs gossip, Laurens.

She left you. - What difference does it make?

I've come to ask you to come back. Back to Ter Hoyen and back to me.

You've won, Tessa.

I didn't want to win.

I wanted you to choose me.

Stay for a meal.

Look who it is. Chef has decided to come to work too.

Who is that for? - For family and Ter Hoyen.

For Ter Hoyen? Christ, Halil.

What is it?

It's Turkish. Iskender kebab. Made the traditional way.

I'm only gone a couple of hours and it's mayhem here.

Go on, Dylan, take it in. - Yes, chef.

Colleague. Hello.

Sorry, I wasn't at my best in the kitchen.

No, no, no. It's good.

In fact, it's really good. - Is it?

A bit more cumin but excellent apart from that.

I would happily serve that at Ter Hoyen.

My compliments, chef. - Thank you.

You're here to see Tessa. - Yes.

I really miss Tessa.

Yeah.

Talk to the guy.

He needs you to talk to him.

Lynn and Ruben. They were what really mattered. Do you understand, Berten?

I'm starting to think that being in prison...

that I needed that in order to realise that.

I'm going to do my best to ensure I never lose them again.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Well? What did Mr Ter Hoyen think?

It was good. He thought it needed a bit more cumin.

But excellent apart from that. - And he knows I made it?

Yes, yes, of course.

Who is that woman with her clock?

Ma Goedertier. Apparently Lucien boasted so much about us

she wanted to come and try our food. - Yeah.

The keys.

I promised Lucien I'd take her home.

Is everything alright, Berten?

Yes.

I feel good here, with these guys.

You have to give me more time.

You're not coming back, are you?

On the house.

It's on me.

Sometimes, Dylan, I wish I were more like you.

You and women, that was always so simple.

Seduce them, steal their car, go home.

No complications or nothing.

No, never any complications. Except that I have been to prison, of course.

Give me a bit longer.

I went to see Kerkhoffs.

He won't bother us anymore from now on.

His regular table is available to customers as from now.

He's not coming anymore.

We'll start service now. We're open in half an hour.

May I borrow Halil for a moment, Rik?

Come with me, you.

It wasn't bad. - ÖOmer, please.

It was very nice. Very nice. Come on, we're off.

Thank you, lad. It really was delicious.

And he didn't even try your dessert.

Hurry up.

The boss's merchandise. Our usual address has been uncovered.

Keep them here till we organise transportation to England.

Alain said he was going to leave us alone.

He thought about your proposal. The answer is no.

NEXT TIME

They're here.

Are we going to rob a depot again?

Guys, can Tessa and I have some privacy, please?

Cathy, you are there, eh? Shit.

Fuck! She's gone, disappeared. I don't know.

Eh, Rik, pal? We're going to do that now, quickly deal with the business in hand.

What is the difference with prison?