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Every war has a beginning.

The moment when the shit hits the fan.

In retrospect, it seems logical and obvious.

In reality, it's just bad luck.

What did Pencil's wife have to do with it?

It is what it is.

Tactical?

A 24 hour detective team will fuck him up the ass.

What does Pencil want to do? - Fucking accountant.

Fifteen K for the head of the Pope. We have to hit back.

Slippery, you know Celine. You're her shadow, starting now.

Until our problem is fixed.

He screwed us over. That fucking Pope is still alive.

On your knees. - Sit.

Fucking seven years.

This is Mouse.

Usually he has the best stuff from Amsterdam. So be nice to him.

Hello, brother. Have you become a junkie?

Dad, we have to talk.

About Youssef. - What did I hear?

First expelled from school and now you're a drugs dealer?

Don't you want a diploma? No education?

Who makes you deal drugs? - Our cousin, Adil.

Those hyenas around him are bad, Youssef.

Romano?

Welcome. - How are things going?

It's difficult without you. - Of course.

It's difficult for the guys without their boss.

The Pope says hello.

So you're the new crime reporter.

Who's trying to rip of who and who's smart enough to get it?

If you want to start a fucking war with Romano, then...

Then what?

He just popped them, man.

It's bad for business.

I fixed it. - What are you going to fix?

That little one is etched in my memory, bro.

No stress. - No stress?

I lost two fucking good dealers.

We need a favor from you.

Do what I say, or else.

I want to tell the story from the inside. Not just observing, OK?

From your perspective.

Why don't you tell me everything? From the time you were small.

The street, your friends.

Did you finish it? - With Sanne gone, I want you to read it.

They're going to die, or I'm going to die.

This is my manuscript, dammit.

This is my book. - This has to stop, pal...

...because I'll be the first one to die.

Where is it? - Where's what?

I'm getting married tomorrow.

I'd have liked to invite you. You like a party.

Everything is heading towards the end.

And every end is also a beginning.

Everything is constantly in flux.

And nothing is ever the same.

The facts are completely relative at the beginning and end.

Because everything keeps going, changes, grows and dies.

But enough of this philosophical bullshit.

As a journalist, you have an eternal dilemma.

What do you tell and what don't you?

A book about an underworld war shouldn't make victims, right?

My name is Rein and that means 'clean'.

How do I make that come true? How do I keep it clean?

I would need to change everything:

The names, the facts.

I would need to keep silent about my informer.

Because my informer is in danger.

But I need to keep my own name into account as well.

I'm not talking about its meaning, but the status.

What the hell, what does it matter?

Nobody cares that these boys...

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

The prophet, peace be with him, says in the Quran:

'There will come a time where it won't make difference...

...where people get their income from.

Whether it comes from what's forbidden or allowed in the Islam.'

There will come a time for humanity when a person won't care about...

...learning the truth. Whether it's allowed or forbidden.

Over a thousand years ago, the prophet warned us about the present time.

The time when people don't think about how they earn their money...

...as long as they have money. Allah be blessed.

What started as a simple home burglary continued as a smash-and-grab...

...to dealing drugs.

And now even murders, dear brothers.

Eat something.

Dad, you haven't eaten anything yet.

Have some honey. It's good.

I'm going to lie down.

Are you getting some sleep?

Youssef?

He was my cousin too. - Yeah, you were great friends.

Ilias had nothing to do with it.

We're going to destroy those bastards one by one.

You and me.

I'm ready.

Good morning. Take off your shoes.

Make yourself at home, fatso.

Move over, freak.

You're done playing, guys. - No, we're at the last fucking level.

What did you say?

Are you going to tell me where you got that?

Relax, man.

A guy hit me in the face with a glass.

To make his woman horny, you know.

It's fine.

So you aren't going to tell me?

Bro, it was my own fault. You know how that shit goes.

How's the Pope doing?

Romano's in Morocco.

No one's saying anything, but I'm sure.

Stress, I think. - So are you or aren't you sure?

So they don't tell you anything?

They talk in those encrypted fucking things, don't they?

Not to me, only trade.

What's up with that, by the way?

Bro, there might be two million worth of it in that stash house.

If there's two million worth of it, it will be guarded like a fort. Suicide.

Screw you. - What's your problem?

I need cash soon, bro.

That chemo ruined my father financially.

Take this.

If you know where Romano is, you get this times ten.

And Pencil?

And Pencil.

We have to come up with a plan. Pope is looking for us 100%.

No risks with that rat.

Bro, come on. Everyone is waiting.

They're harmless.

They know who you are.

Everything all right?

Bad conscience? - No, man.

I thought...

I don't know what I thought, but you're here in Amsterdam.

Yes, of course. Business is business, right? - Certainly.

Coffee? - No.

I thought I'd stop by.

I heard about your dad.

Fucked up. - Yeah.

How are you, bro?

And Romano? Where is he?

That crazy stunt was in the news.

No idea, man.

How's your dad? Is he out of the hospital yet?

He's at home, but weak and depressed.

He's done here. He wants to go back to Turkey.

Marrakech, bro?

Romano. - You ask a lot of questions, bro.

Interpol must be breathing down his neck.

I'll be back soon.

Keep an eye on your PGP. - OK.

Hope your dad gets well soon.

If you need something, I'm ready.

Here.

Want something to drink? - OK.

How are you doing?

As you can see it's like a jail in here.

Does Adil know more yet?

How's dad?

Fucked up.

He wants to see you.

Look in that drawer.

What am I supposed to do with this? - It's for your safety.

Turn it up.

Fuck this, man.

It will never work.

Why are you acting so tough?

Huh?

I'm going to pull, OK?

Fuck.

It's fine.

Call me. I need info.

Rein, you can't publish that fucking book. Then they'll know right away I snitched.

You know what will happen. I'll be dead.

Hello? Did you hear what I said? - I'm going to change everything, anyway.

Everything is different since Romano escaped from prison.

Where do you think he is? - Romano?

He's sitting with his black ass on a tropical island.

I recently heard some boys talk...

Didn't you hear what the fuck I said? Tear that book up, please.

Antonio Pelle was one of the capos of the Ndrangheta.

When he escaped from prison, the police hunted him for five years.

They thought he was in South America.

Know where they found him in the end?

In his own house.

Where he lived all that time.

I'm telling you: Romano is in Amsterdam.

Yeah, go ahead, have another one.

No.

How much you got?

What?

I see everyone buying from you on the dance floor.

Okay.

What do you want?

How much do you have?

I got five left.

What, do you want everything?

Yes, please.

Can you bring me some more tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Yes, I'll send you an address.

Well, I'll call you okay?

Bye.

Is he still asleep? - Yeah, man. Twenty hours a day.

Fucker.

How was it at Doner's? - He was worried.

Bro, you have to get out of here. ASAP. - Where to?

By car to Spain and then to Morocco. - And that cockroach won't find us there?

I know how he thinks. That's exactly where he's looking now.

Now that I'm out of jail, I want to see my wife and child.

That isn't an option. Celine is watched 24/7.

Your daughter's school is watched. They know that's where you're weak.

What do you mean weak? - Your weak spot.

And the trade here? - Don't worry about that.

Are you being mouthy?

I told you to make an assassination squad.

Put those fuckers sleep one by one.

Are they sleeping yet? No. - Calm down.

Calm down, man. We can coordinate this from abroad.

If you had wiped out the Pope instead of his fucking wife...

...we wouldn't be hiding out like a bunch of bitches.

Where the fuck are you going?

Romano?

Romano?

(rapping in foreign language)

Here, motherfuckers.

Now make sure I get to see Celine.

How am I supposed to do that?

If I get in touch with her, the police will know who I am.

There can't be any contact.

I don't know, bro. Just take care of it.

Be honest, are you still banging her?

Just tell me. - Not anymore, man.

Look at your face. You're sad you're missing out, you horny dog.

Does Romano know? - Don't think so.

He makes me nervous. I'll beat him up one day.

He behaves like a baby.

Then he also brings that gorilla who's wanted more than he is.

I don't know what he's doing.

What does Pencil say? - What is he going to say?

They're best buddies.

You and I would own this fucking shit.

Anyway, fix that shit for us. OK?

I'm going to give you an injection near your cervix.

It works like a local anesthetic. You may feel it.

I'm inserting a thin suction tube into the uterus.

When your uterus is empty you may feel cramps...

...that are like menstruation cramps. That is not unusual.

Hurry little terrorists. You're late for every swimming lesson.

Bro, I'm empty. Need new shipment. Now, if possible.

Come on, dad, or we'll be late. - Get changed. I'll be right there.

Swimming school The Canoe in an hour

Dad? - You go ahead.

Good job, honey. That's it.

Can I make you a sandwich?

I'm not hungry.

Something to drink?

You called.

What do you want?

Well, I'm fine thanks for asking.

My name is Marcella, by the way.

Mo.

I need 15 packs this time.

- Fifteen? - Yes.

My friends are having a party, so...

- Something wrong? - No, nothing.

Okay.

Well, feel free to drop by.

Maybe you could help me with Dutch.

Sure.

Bye.

Thanks.

What's the capital of Italy?

It starts with an 'R'.

Rome. - Yes.

You keep practicing. OK?

12:00 Boutique Ashley

Good choice.

Why don't you try it on?

Jesus. What the fuck? - Hey, baby.

What are you doing here? The police are outside.

That's not how you greet your husband. - I thought you were in Morocco.

Everyone does. Why aren't you there? - I can't leave without you, baby.

Everything will be fine. - Yeah, right.

If they can't find you, they'll get me. - Don't worry.

Don't.

Do I seriously need to believe what you said?

Do you really want to leave me?

I want what's best for Elvira. - What do you think I want?

Do you think I escaped for nothing?

You two are everything to me.

I'm not dying yet, Romano. Not for you.

Here.

So we can text. The numbers are in there.

It can't be traced.

Celine...

I'll text you.

Why the fuck are you smoking outside? Go inside.

Move it.

Didn't you see him? - What are you talking about?

He took a fucking picture. - Who?

That journalist.

Here.

Him.

He was at your court case and wanted to talk to us.

This motherfucker is researching us.

What the fuck's going on? - We're out of here. Now.

Do you know where that fucker lives?

Did they see you take that picture? - No, man.

Are you sure? - Yes.

Rein, go to the police. - Why would I?

Because he's the most wanted man of the Netherlands.

What do I gain with that? - What do you mean?

Exactly what I said.

Rein, think, please. Report that guy to the police.

Know what? I'm going to have a drink and give it some thought.

Rein. - Talk to you later.

Someone has to go to sleep. Now

Hey, put that face mask on.

I'll be back in an hour.

IbaJesh has eyes on us. What do you want me to do?

How was it at the doctor's?

You don't have to tell me.

Don't move.

Nadira.

First you let some lunatic hang a bomb on our door...

...and now you're saying we have to live with that?

No, we're just saying that if you refuse to share information with us...

...I can only advise you to go and live somewhere where they can't find you.

But it's up to you to find them.

Hello, my brother is dead.

You still haven't found the people who did it.

We're trying our best. - I can tell.

The choice is yours.

You can leave.

Do you know where Youssef is?

Make sure you wear a hood when you go outside.

Always look down.

Once you're upstairs, spread that shit on the floor.

If he's inside, pop him and get out.

Make sure you're focused.

We can't afford any mistakes.

Police! Come out!

It's just Un-Dutch.

I have no words for this. They're just Un-Dutch practices.

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