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PREVIOUSLY IN AMIGO'S

I'm a friend from the old days.
We were at school together.

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

There's an international arrest warrant
out for those Frenchmen.

That was a very good tip, Dylan.

We need to have a chat, Mrs Cop.

What's going on between you and Dylan?
- Dylan?

The athlete in his worn-out track suit
you were just licking.

I've found us an apartment.
- I love you.

The only thing you have to do is
make sure you are there in time.

I can start tomorrow evening.
- I'll see you tomorrow evening.

I have to show the others the apartment.
- Sorry, but...

Is Daddy in prison again?

Come on, Lynn, answer.

I've got jewellery.
For boat man to England.

We are not going to stir up
that hornets' nest, pal.

No. No, no, no, no...

He did it for us.

Well? Are you going
to help me sail it? Eh?

Good luck.

I'm going to stay here for a while, mate.
Is that OK?

I'm going to stay here for a while.

What are you trying to say, Halil?
- I went to Ter Hoyen for a job interview.

Dylan?

See you later.

Dylan?

Alain?

What did you say?

Alain...

Don't you dare.

I mean it. Alain? Alain?

He's got Tessa.

He says we'll get Tessa back
if we give him Elena and Stephan.

"Your daughter for my son."
That Stephan is his son.

CHEF IN THE HOUSE

Chef. Halil.

Where have you come from?

From Tessa.

What did you say?
- I spent the night with...

the night at Tessa's.

After everything that happened yesterday
she didn't want to be on her own and...

What do you mean by and?

Nothing.
She slept like a log.

I stayed a few hours
then got up quietly...

When?

What time did you leave there?
- An hour and a half ago.

Goddammit, Dylan.
- Have you tried getting the bus...

Why didn't you stay with her?
Why didn't you protect her?

From what?
- Why are you here while my daughter...

Kerkhoffs has got Tessa.

You can keep your mouth shut,
you don't work here anymore.

Kerkhoffs has got Tessa?

We've got until 2 o'clock this afternoon
to arrange a swap.

Tessa in exchange for Elena and Stephan.

Stephan is his son.

Oh fuck.

You know where Elena is?

Rik?

I haven't even got her phone number.

And even if I could get hold of her,
she never said her kid was Alain's.

If I'd known that I would never
have put her on that boat to England.

I wouldn't have listened to Tessa.
Or to Berten.

Tessa wanted to protect Elena.

But she doesn't think about
protecting herself.

I don't believe this. Stubborn kid!
Always wanting her own way.

Why didn't she just stay at Ter Hoyen?
She was fine there.

She wanted to be with her father.
- She shouldn't have come to work here.

I shouldn't have listened to you lot.

She should have stayed
as far away from me as possible.

As far away from all of us as possible.

Once a scumbag, always a scumbag.

What if we call the cops? Cathy? We'll
tell her everything, well almost, and...

No. No. The moment Alain senses
we're setting the cops onto him...

It doesn't bare thinking about.
- Can't we find out where she is?

There's a big chance
she's in one of his warehouses.

Alain isn't that stupid.

Dylan is right, chef. What if we come up
with a plan, do some brainstorming?

I don't need your brain, Mr Ter Hoyen.

Halil doesn't work here anymore.
Amigos is no longer good enough for him.

Go and pack your cases, pal.
What are you waiting for?

I went to that apartment, honestly.
I almost made it.

I almost made it, I...
I was only a couple of minutes late.

But... something happened at Amigos...
We had a case of...

unforeseen...

You almost made it?
- Yes, I almost made it.

You said something like that
back then too.

Do you remember?

Just after they had arrested you
in Monte Carlo.

The only thing you could say was:
I almost did it.

Come on, darling, that...
that was four years ago.

That was before, that is...
that is in the past.

Today...
Today I was just a bit late.

There are plenty of other apartments.
We'll find something much better.

I'm not going to look at
any more apartments.

I let myself be swept along.
Again.

At one point I thought we were going
to do it, it was going to work.

We are going to do it, darling.
It is going to work.

It's over, Mathieu.

You don't know what happened.

Berten... Berten was...

Just go. Just go.

Darling, Lynn...

You're still my wife.

Not in the eyes of the law.
Not in the eyes of the law.

Mathieu...

I'm going inside and if you don't leave,
I'll call the police.

Lynn?

Darling?

Hey.

The guys let me in.

They don't exactly look... very happy.
What's happened?

Problems.

Look, I collected your new outfit.
It looks really smart.

Aren't you going to put it on?

I feel I'm leaving the guys in the lurch
at a bad time.

You know, when I was in prison,
it was...

it was chef who said
the kitchen was the place for me.

That I had a talent for it.
- Lots of talent.

If something were to happen to my mates
one of these days,

or to the restaurant,
and I weren't there...

then it'd be my fault too, eh?

But... why would that be your fault?

What do you see in me, Hüulya? Eh?

What?

I've been to prison.
I was a drug dealer, an armed robber.

Once a scumbag, always a scumbag.
- No, you're a sous-chef.

A sous-chef who is abandoning his chef.

Look, Halil...

I don't care whether you work in a new
or a worn-out outfit.

You should do what makes you happy.

Not your parents, not your sister,
not even me.

Only then...

does this thing we have together
have a chance of working.

Hüulya...

... this thing we have together...

... you know...

... I really do love you.

You have to choose, Halil.

It's all over, Berten.

I've lost everything, pal.

Forever.

What is he doing there?

I...

I would... I would do anything,
anything, anything for them.

You know that, Berten.

If... if only I could
turn back the clock, man.

He's talking to the scarecrow.

"I would do anything for Lynn
and Ruben, Berten. Anything.

I would go through hell for them."

I don't think he's moving out.

That's it.

That's what?

Tessa? You're not serious?

What is chef going to do now?

Chef is going to cook.

Dylan, get me some of those grey crates.

Come on, guys, move. The mixer,
the wine cooler. Bring it all with you.

Where are you going to cook?
- At Kerkhoffs' house.

I'm going to cook for Alain.

You can get me that big saucepan
and some of those other ones.

Rik...

Look, I can't swap Tessa
for Elena and Stephan

but I probably can
for Alain's own wife and children.

Christ, Rik, that's crazy.
- No, it's the only thing I can do.

Yes, that's fine.
Take the right lids too.

Come on, those crates... You can choose
a red and a white wine from the cellar.

Come on, guys.

Christ, can't you be a bit more obvious?
- What?

Scared Tessa will catch us or what?
- What?

Not now, Cathy, honestly.
- What, not now, Cathy, honestly?

They know I'm your informer.
You should concentrate on Kerkhoffs.

With all my tips
you could have arrested him ages ago.

I'm about to. Kerkhoffs will be history
within the next three hours.

What I want to know is
if you are seeing Tessa?

What do you mean, history?
- Are you seeing that girl?

Are you going to arrest Kerkhoffs?

I won't say anything.

With those Frenchmen's confessions...
- That I gave you. Thank you.

... we have enough to arrest him.

We're carrying out raids this afternoon.
- This afternoon?

His home at Sint-Genesius-Rode,
his office at Zeebrugge

and a few other addresses. No matter where
he is, he'll be in prison by this evening.

He's not home this afternoon.
I was going to call and tell you.

But what if...

What if, Cathy...
What if you can catch him in the act

holding a few kilos of coke or heroin?

Here or what?

We had a phone call from Leon, his driver.

Kerkhoffs wants us to cook for him
and four others here at 2 o'clock.

The restaurant had to stay closed.
Leon asked

if we had some good kitchen scales.
Need I say more?

Fuck.
- I'm not telling you how to do your job

but shouldn't you arrest him first
and then search his place?

At 2 o'clock?

For the third time,
are you seeing Tessa?

Look, Tessa has a crush on me.
But I'm keeping my distance.

Dylan?

I've got a Chablis, L'Homme Mort.

What do you think?
- Truffle oil.

Chef is crazy, man.
It's suicide.

It's Tessa's only chance.

Halil.

Show us your new outfit.

So you can laugh at me?
- No.

It really suits you, mate.

Well, who'd have thought?

Only out of prison for a few months

and already has a permanent job
at a two-star restaurant.

Halil is a good guy.
- I know.

Come here.

What is he going to do?
- Cook somewhere else.

At Kerkhoffs' place.

He's our landlord.

Mathieu, have you got the key?
- Yes.

Dylan is driving and I'm coming too.

I don't want you to.
This is between me and Alain.

I haven't got anything else to do.
- Neither have I.

Take a vote?

It's two against one. You lose, Rik.

Guys...

Hüulya...
- Go on.

Guys.

Guys. Guys.

Goddammit.
- Fuck.

You lunatic.

No chef without a sous-chef, eh?
- Oh, man.

Hey, until this evening I'm working
just for you. Just for you.

We'll do it here. OK?
- It should work, yeah.

You can do it. Good luck.
- Thanks.

You too, guys.

Don't be stupid, come on.

Hey, madam?

Madam, you dropped your grapefruit.

No, I didn't...
I didn't buy a grapefruit.

I saw it fall out of your bag.
- No, no, I can assure you.

I saw it with my own eyes.
- Excuse me, madam.

Is that Turk bothering you?
- Yes... No... I don't know...

I never bought that grapefruit.
- OK, did you hear that? Go away.

I saw it.
You dropped it out of your bag.

Fuck off with your grapefruit.
- Fucking racist.

Have you got a knife?
- Yeah, I've got a knife.

Madam, he's got a knife.
Give me your keys.

Open the door. Sir? Open the door.

Sir? What are you doing? Wait.

Sir, stop.

Yes?
- Good afternoon, madam.

It's Rik Bossuyt here,
from the restaurant.

Alain's friend from school
from the old days.

Alain isn't home.
- I know. I mean, I hope so.

Because I've got a surprise for him.
A culinary surprise.

Really? Come in.
- Thank you.

Best of luck, chef.

I hope you are hungry.
- Have you come to cook?

Well...
Alain has been so good to me,

I thought I'd do something in return.

So I've prepared a gastronomic menu
for him. And for you, of course.

And your daughters, if they're home.
- Yes, everyone is home.

Alain promised me
he'd be home for lunch

but you can never be sure with him, eh?
- OK.

He'll come.

Can you manage here?
- Definitely. Definitely.

And you don't need to worry,
I will clear up afterwards.

And... what are you going to make,
if I may be nosy?

We'll start with carpaccio of scallops
with black truffle.

Very special. And then Peking duck
with honey, fresh rosemary and apricots.

And I also have a dessert.
- Wow. He'll never expect this.

Girls?

Girls, come and see.

Rik is a very good friend of Dad's.
They were at school together.

He has come to cook for Dad and us today,
as a surprise.

Is Dad coming home for once?
- If Dad calls,

don't say anything, keep quiet.
Give the phone to your mum or me.

Yeah... it's their age, eh?

You have two beautiful daughters.
- Yes.

Alain would have liked a son.

But those two were enough for me.
Can I help you with anything?

No, no, I'm fine.
- OK.

Shall I call him?
Ask him what time we can expect him?

Not too late but not too soon either, eh?

Yes?- Alain, it's me.

What time will you be here? For lunch.

Sorry, darling, but I won't make it
this lunchtime. Something has come up.

A problem with a... delivery...
and I have to wait for it.

I have no choice.
- Alain, please. Not today.

You promised me
you would come home at lunchtime.

You've got an hour.
If you leave now, you'll be...

I know I promised, darling,
but you tell that to the supplier.

I'll be home this evening.

But you have to come home.
It's important. It's a surprise.

What... what kind of surprise?

You won't believe your eyes
when you see it.

Hello, Alain. I'm the surprise.

Seeing as you have done so much for us,
I've come to cook for you.

And for your wife.
- Call me Renéee.

For Renéee. And for your two beautiful
daughters. They're all here, Alain.

You're the only one who isn't.
It's going to be delicious.

Unforgettable even.

The only thing I'm not sure about
is the wine, Alain.

I've got a Chablis premier cru,
L'Homme Mort.

It would be fatal to ruin perfect food
with less-than-perfect wine.

What do you think? Could you pick up
our sommelier and bring her with you?

Then we can be sure
we don't make any mistakes.

Rik, if you harm a single hair...

See you in an hour at the latest, Alain.
It'll be a tragedy if I don't.

And bring my sommelier.
- Rik...

See you later, Alain.

He's coming.
- How do you do it?

I know him.

Does he come to your restaurant often?
- Yes, he has his own table.

Does he still have his Russian secretary?

No, she doesn't work for him anymore.

Are you sure?

Yes, very sure.

Federal Police.

All clear.
- Come on.

Good tip, Cathy.

TEMPORARILY CLOSED
FOR FAMILY REASONS. SORRY!

Fuck.

Answer, you bastard.

Any other ideas?

We'll go to Sint-Genesius-Rode,
pay Kerkhoffs a visit.

And our team in Zeebrugge?
- They can wait. Something doesn't add up.

Shit.- We can see them, Dylan.

Is Tessa with them?

I don't know. They're driving in now.
Did you see Tessa?

Kerkhoffs' two gorillas are here too.

Alain.

All you have to do is
sit down at the table.

And? Isn't this a lovely surprise?

Come on.

Did you bring Tessa with you?

Tessa is in the car.

We'll be right back.

Where are Stephan and Elena?
- In England. That's all I know.

Fuck.
- I didn't know Stephan is your son.

Rik, how dare you
damn well come to my house...

How dare you touch Tessa, Alain?

What is it going to be?

Open your eyes, Alain.
You've got everything.

Let it go.

Chef?
- What?

Yeah, OK.

Take it easy.
Alain won't do anything.

I hope you're right, chef.

Well played, chef.

Well played.

Isn't Rik coming?

No.

It's delicious.

Your friend is a fantastic chef.

Go on, try it. It's really delicious.

There's something I have to do.
Sorry.

I have no choice.

Which direction?

Yeah.

Start the car. He has come out.
We're going after all.

I'm going to kill the lot of them.

I don't want a single amigo left alive
by this evening.

No, no, no, no.
Fuck. Shit.

Fuck.

Yes, Dylan?
- They're coming, Rik.

Kerkhoffs in the BMW and his two gorillas.
I'm right behind them.

Goddammit, Alain.

They're coming.

OK.

OK, come on.

Cathy?
- Where is Kerkhoffs, pal?

Cathy, sorry.

He's in the car in front of me.- What? Where?

Sorry, he changed his plans.
- Stop saying sorry.

Tell me where you are, Dylan.

This is the N5... The N5.
- The N5. Tell the others.

Dylan...- No, Cathy, Cathy, listen.

I think you are a great chick
and a fantastic cop.

I haven't told you that enough.

Don't do anything stupid. We're going
to get him. We'll get Kerkhoffs.

I have to go now,
I'm not calling hands-free.

I can see them. The BMW is here, chef.

Dammit.
- Stay calm.

I'm flooring it.
The fucking van won't go any faster.

Goddammit.

Yeah, Dylan.

That was the starter.
- Goddammit.

What's the matter?

Kill him, damn you.

Open the window. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

And that is the main course.

Dylan!

Tessa, stay in the car.
Stay here. Dammit, Tessa!

Run after her. Stop her.

Goddammit.

Dylan?
- It looks worse than it is.

Get behind the car.

Get behind the car, go on.

Hey, Rik.
Have you ever fired a gun, pal?

Fuck you!

Take Tessa with you. Get out of here.
take her with you. Hurry. Run!

Tessa?
- Drive, Mathieu.

Go on, put your foot down.
Get out of here.

Hey, Rik...

What was your main course?

Duck.

Peking duck with honey.

Fresh rosemary too.
And preserved apricots.

I had a dessert too, Alain.

I think...

I think I missed something. Didn't I?
- Yes, you missed something, Alain.

Cathy?

Cathy?

Federal Police.

Get up.

Mum.

Governor.

Mr Bossuyt. Come in.

I wish I could say
I'm pleased to see you again, Rik.

I really do.

I wish I could.
- So do I, Pascale.

Amigos.

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to disappoint you, sir. Amigos is...

Have you got a moment?

Sir?

For how many people
did you want to book a table?