Force (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Boobie - full transcript
This is Theo.
He'll be joining us for a while...
...to knock some sense into people.
Do you know
the damage you've caused?
My husband won't be home tonight.
That business with Kamp.
Who fired at me?
I think that's our shooter.
-But we can't use that in court.
-They are trying to spook me!
-2,000.
-The deal was 10,000, man.
Put it away.
And you and your pretty lady
have no more worries.
-Put him under pressure.
-How?
-No chemicals, eh?
-I alone know where that shit is.
-Tell him.
-Not yet.
-I'll talk when we're safe.
-Hans, that driver, wants to talk.
He just became a father.
I'm going home.
I have to be up early.
I had a great time yesterday.
She's Angela's daughter
from a previous...
-So Angela is your wife?
-Was, is.
-So separated, or what?
-She has been in India for a year now.
Pure stuff, a container full.
Where are you and with whom?
-I'm Tessa.
-Emiel.
-I'm here to pick up my Gaby.
-Right.
I'm telling my husband tomorrow.
I'm ready for the next step.
I thought it was just for a good time.
The container was moved.
-This is not right.
-No.
-Where was it?
-The clothing warehouse.
Marcel!
-This stinks!
-You bet it does.
Fourteen people
were deployed for nothing.
We're done here.
TRUST NO ONE
Who of you has thought about
joining the police force?
They're a bunch of losers.
Raise your hand
if you want to talk.
-I didn't see you do that.
-Some don't respect the police much.
That is why we would like to tell you
what our work is like.
The police force
has many departments.
-Who can name one of them?
-Dicks?
Melvin!
-Why do you think they are dicks?
-You can't catch real crooks...
except give tickets
to speeding scooters,
while a guy like Freddy van Nuenen
will always be boss.
What are you looking at, you bitch?
Look away.
Hey, hey.
Theo.
You may think it's cool, but you're
throwing away your future, mate.
-I'm not your mate, mate.
-All right.
Theo just demonstrated a hold.
A police officer must be strong,
not only physically,
but also mentally.
It can be a tough job.
All right,
what does a police officer do?
On the job with officer Arjan...
-You have a question?
-Weren't you on TV?
Yes.
Have you ever fired your gun?
There were times
when it was called for, yes.
Hot.
Hot?
Willem?
Yeah?
Yes, it's me.
-It's 3:30 a.m. What do you want?
-I got a phone call.
The clothing warehouse has CCTV.
You could be on tape
unloading that shit.
Okay.
One of the cops
is prowling the area.
-Which one?
-Kamp or the curly-haired one?
The curly-haired one.
When they opened it over there,
it was already empty.
Yes, so?
So, Einstein...
Someone emptied that container here
the night before.
Then it'd be caught on camera,
right?
No idea.
I don't get paid enough for that.
Let them find out for themselves.
Stop staring.
I've already seen it all.
Hurry up. We have to go to work.
We could also buy a farm in France.
We'll have two children,
work the land,
drink our own wine,
eat our own bread...
-And I could feed the goats.
-Come on.
Or we can go to the station.
That's the other option.
We should give workshops on this.
I enjoyed myself.
So did I.
Sorry, I didn't hear the alarm clock,
but I'll give you some lunch money...
Good morning.
Yes, same to you.
-How long are you...
-Coffee?
What?
Yes, love some.
You still don't eat breakfast?
Yes, I do...
with coffee.
He doesn't,
but he makes me do it.
Yes, because it is very healthy.
So, I hear you make her lunch now?
Yes, or she won't eat.
This isn't my mug.
Present.
-He doesn't trust me.
-Of course I do.
-But I don't have time to make lunch...
-I made her lunch.
-Where are my shoes?
-They're in the pantry.
-I can't find them.
-Then look carefully.
Say, eh...
How long are you planning
on staying?
Found them.
I'm going to take a shower.
Here.
Salami.
And you?
Some sort of chutney.
Hey, Maartje.
-Theo, Theo.
-Relax.
-I have to talk to you.
-I just woke up.
-This is important.
-Hey, Theo. What's that smell?
Empty container.
-I went to that clothing warehouse.
-When?
Last night.
Cameras everywhere.
If it was emptied there,
it is on film.
-Let's go!
-No, no.
Let's ask for permission first.
-Who from? Marcel?
-Marcel won't let us.
I'm thinking of Blok.
Blok?
Right, brilliant plan.
We have a good reason!
Blok doesn't want to see me.
No, you'll have to go alone.
You are better at politics.
Politics and I are like rain and...
What was it again?
You know what I mean, right?
Willem.
Is this all of them?
Yes.
Personnel, security guards...
everyone.
Or his wife screwed you
with that waybill.
Maybe it was empty all along.
Before you accuse anyone.
But somebody must have leaked.
People...
Who wants cake?
What?
It was full a moment ago.
Hysterical. Very similar to the joke
you made earlier.
Maybe it wasn't someone
at the terminal.
Maybe it was someone here.
It's possible, right?
Someone upstairs could have leaked.
We were briefed four hours before.
That's plenty of time
to tip someone off.
But if someone upstairs leaked,
it would've shown on the ceiling.
Okay, people, seriously.
People are dying here.
Where are you going?
Blok.
Is this still about that container?
We think the drugs
were loaded there.
So you come to me,
and not your boss?
-Marcel listens to you.
-I should hope so.
Yet you go over his head.
Why does the organization
have a structure?
-I thought, if I could convince you...
-You convince Marcel,
and he me.
Apparently, Marcel is not convinced,
so neither am I.
You two have generated
enough bad press,
so this is not going to happen.
Is this one of Kamp's ideas?
How is he?
He's all right.
Is he behaving himself a bit?
Doesn't he drive you up a wall?
It's not too bad.
Theo...
does what he wants,
in all his cases.
Lately he's been quite...
Good?
Yes.
Look, all this negative publicity
obviously reflects on you as well.
And when people make a bit of a mess,
they are kicked upstairs.
But real professionals,
Willem,
know what side of the law they are on.
If you have anything on Kamp,
let me know. Will you?
So he said no.
And you are surprised?
Come on, let's just go there.
Neither Blok
nor Marcel approved it.
So, now what?
Game over?
If we don't find anything,
no harm done. Come on.
Completely unannounced.
She just rang the doorbell.
Hello, I'm back.
-Where did you say she was?
-In India...
to find herself again.
India...
Why is it never Boxtel or something?
But, congratulations.
Aren't you happy?
I don't know what to make of it.
Have you had...?
-Don't be childish.
-What?
She's sleeping on the couch.
Sleeping on the...?
-I'll make this simple for you.
-Please.
You have two choices, A and B.
A: you take her back, forgive her,
and tonight you might get...
-And B?
-You throw her out, suitcase and all.
She can't come back just like that.
It's not a hotel.
-Are those my two choices?
-You're welcome.
-It's not that simple.
-Actually, it is.
How long was
your longest relationship?
A and B...
-Let me do the talking.
-What do I do?
You can be the muscle.
-How's that?
-Yeah.
Let's go.
Police.
We're looking for Mr. van Veghel.
Do you know this man,
Hans Verolme?
No.
What's this about?
He was to move a container for you.
I don't know all the drivers.
Why?
The container was used
to move drugs.
Nonsense.
We're in clothing.
-Yes, but we think...
-Look around you. See any drugs?
Still, it was used to smuggle drugs.
Who?
The driver?
No, the container.
-They're only used for clothing.
-Yes, for Africa.
Right!
No drugs. That's what I said.
Mr. van Veghel, yesterday,
your container
was found to be empty.
So what did they do with the contents?
Nothing.
It was already empty.
So what's this about drugs?
You open a container
without my permission,
and you think it's strange that
it doesn't contain drugs?
That's an odd story.
-We want to see your CCTV tapes.
-Why is that?
To see if we can identify
who emptied the container.
Why didn't you say that?
We could've skipped the talk.
Over there.
-Is he always this vague?
-Yes.
All right, then.
Let's see, lads.
These are today's images.
-Hold it a second.
-Sure.
-Those are today's.
-Yes. Rewind it a bit.
Rewind.
Stop right there.
Let it play.
-That's Blok. What is he doing here?
-Who's he?
That was an hour and a half ago.
-Can anyone come in and out here?
-We lock everything at night.
And during the day?
-Did you see him?
-No, I was in the warehouse.
Can we see
the night before yesterday?
The day before...
That's two days ago.
-Yes, Wednesday night.
-All right.
It's not working.
It can't access them.
-It is gone.
-What?
-The disk?
-I'll go ask my wife.
-I tipped him off myself.
-What?
Blok.
I tell him we want to come here.
He forbids it, but shows up himself.
Why would he do that?
Unless he is the leak.
-What? No way.
-Well, it could be.
Are you suggesting that the public
prosecutor is into drug trafficking?
He sends us away,
and we eliminate his competition.
Hey, watch out.
You're talking about
the public prosecutor.
We operate by his rules
and protect his business.
Except you, of course.
That's why he's trying to get you.
What do you mean?
He didn't say it in so many words,
but I'm supposed to report
every little mistake you make to him.
Mistake?
And you are going to do that?
Tomorrow morning.
That disk has got to be at his house.
Blok plays tennis till noon,
and Bettina is sure to be shopping
till one with friends.
-Bettina?
-That's his wife.
Theo, tell me it isn't true.
It's not true.
With the wife of the public...
These kinds of mistakes, Theo.
Tomorrow morning.
Be at my place at 10.
If the disk is at his house,
I'll find it.
If not, no one will know
we were ever there.
Then I spent a few months in
Vanashtalipuram, near Hyderabad,
-during Holi, the color festival.
-What is that?
Forty days before Holi,
on Vasant Panchami,
is the first day of spring.
They plant a Holika, a tree,
on the spot where, during Holi...
the ritual fire will take place:
the burning of Holika Dahan.
Sorry, but I don't understand at all.
That doesn't really matter.
What they do
is throw colored powder all day long.
Everywhere! It's as if you are walking
in a rainbow...
Willem?
The three of us.
You can stay another night,
but I want you
to find another place to stay.
What?
She can't come and go.
It's not a hotel.
-It's my mother. I want her to stay.
-It's my house. I want her to go.
Then I'm going with her.
Willem, you can't send me away.
I needed time to myself,
and you didn't want to deny me that.
Now I'm back,
and the first thing you do
is kick me out?
You leave for a year and show up.
What do you expect?
Hospitality!
That's what I expect!
People in India have nothing
and give everything...
and they don't have three bedrooms
and holidays.
-So have you found yourself then?
-I have, yes.
He's right.
He's absolutely right.
I'll leave tomorrow.
But you just got here.
Hi, I'd like to apologize
for Tessa's birthday party.
I misbehaved a little bit.
Good girl.
I'd like to invite you
to a party tomorrow at our house.
Gaby and I,
and the rest of the family,
would really appreciate that.
That's really nice.
I don't know if we have time to...
Come on!
Mom?
We'd like that,
wouldn't we, Willem?
I'll see if I can arrange it
with work.
Fine.
It's a date.
See you tomorrow.
-Gaby?
-Who else is coming?
-Is it a good idea?
-Keep your enemies close.
We'll make friends with him
and his wife.
-Did you manage it?
-What?
The security tapes
from the warehouse.
We have them. Don't worry.
The cops don't have
a leg to stand on.
Okay.
It just happens.
She takes over,
and for some reason I can't stop her.
-When I tell a story...
-She finishes it.
Yes, exactly.
Okay, are you ready?
I don't know, Theo.
Let's just do it.
I'll go inside. You stay here.
Of course.
-What?
-Well?
-I just got here.
-Did you find the disk?
No, I found a tablet,
but there's a password on it.
-I think I have to take it with me.
-No.
Jozias?
Theo, what's up?
Jozias?
Hi.
I was in the area and I thought...
You're such a dick.
Bastard!
Why are you here?
Well?
I...
Bastard.
Bettina...
Bettina.
You're going much too fast.
You didn't come here for nothing.
You know that too.
Yes...
You are right about that.
What are you thinking?
Let's do it in my husband's den?
Goddamn it.
Damn, damn, damn.
No, don't answer that.
You can't just do
what you want with me.
I know.
If you really want me,
I'll go with you.
Right now.
I'll leave it all behind...
But you have to say it now.
Boobie.
Boobie.
Boobie?
How's your headache?
Boobie?
-How are you feeling?
-I was, eh...
...up for a bit,
but I'm going to lie down again.
I thought, let Roland play tennis,
so I can take care of you.
-No need.
-You want a cup of tea or a cracker?
No, don't worry.
You go back to your tennis game.
All right.
You go on upstairs.
I'll check on you later.
-Mr. Blok.
-Hey, Niessen.
-You had an intruder.
-What?
We were in the area and heard a call
that an intruder was spotted.
So we thought we'd check in
with the public prosecutor.
Hello, Madam.
-Did you hear anything?
-No, nothing at all.
Don't worry, we didn't find
any traces of forcible entry, so...
There was a small window open,
so if he came in,
it was through there. Nice house.
Thank you, yes.
Nice going, men.
These are men
from the cannabis team.
That's very kind of you.
-You've met.
-Yes.
No.
Yes, you met at my office.
That's right. We shook hands.
-I didn't forget.
-Bye.
He was onto us.
An intruder.
Brilliant.
I'll point.
I'm sure he's looking.
Right, very clever.
Say, Theo, if we lose our jobs,
what will we do?
I was thinking of a small farm
in the south of France.
Feed the chickens all day,
run after the pigs.
I'd love it.
-Try "boobie."
-What?
Double o, ie or y.
Check it out.
Terrific.
-Let me see.
-No, keep your eyes on the road.
He has files on everyone:
your team, Marcel, you, me,
my cannabis team.
I guess you were right.
Look: financial reports,
work schedules, timelines...
I think we've got it wrong.
What is he looking for?
Gentlemen.
You are under arrest.
No, not you.
Willem Niessen.
What?
Stop!
-Calm down, please.
-Theo...
Will you look after my things?
This could take some time.
Will you print
the uproot list for me?
-Hi.
-Hi.
Where have you guys been all day?
Where is Willem?
His wife.
You are out of your minds.
Both of you.
Look what's on it:
financial reports of everyone,
private addresses...
That man is a rotten apple.
Or he is also searching for a mole.
Did you consider that?
-Where is Willem now?
-No idea.
Does his wife know?
And his daughter?
-Hey, come and sit for a bit.
-Well...
Come and sit down.
There's nothing
you can do right now.
-Are you taking this to Marcel?
-No...
If I'm wrong,
it'll really screw Willem.
And you as well.
Sorry to bother you with all this.
You were the only one I could call.
Blok knew we were going
to open that container,
that Hans was in the hospital...
I'm starting to like you too much.
Sorry about the show we put on.
It was Kamp's idea to break
into my house, wasn't it?
Did you read
what was on the tablet?
-I, eh...
-It's fine.
I'll have less to explain.
Have you been offered a drink yet?
Why am I here?
There is a leak...
but I'm not it.
Here are pictures of Kamp
with Belgian criminals...
...active in the Belgian drug scene.
What is Theo doing
with these people?
Yes, he's clever.
And when we get too close,
he suddenly does
something unexpected.
Hi, I'm Theo Kamp.
I'm Willem's partner at work.
-Hi, I'm Angela.
-Hi.
Willem is working overtime.
He'll be late.
Why didn't he call?
It's a silent operation, so no phones.
He'll be late.
Ok, too bad. We have to go to a party
and I don't have a car.
-I could take you.
-Really?
-That's great.
-Are we going? Oh, hi.
-I'll get my things.
-Okay.
We have been investigating
your partner for three years.
We think that he is the one
who has been passing on information.
Ask yourself:
Who leaked the information...
...that led to the murder
of the driver in the hospital?
Who tipped off the people
to empty the container?
Who gave you...?
-Glad you made it.
-Thank you.
-Theo Kamp.
-Hi. Dad?
-Hello, I'm Angela.
-Theo Kamp.
-I'm Josje.
-Are you Tessa's parents?
No, Willem had to work late,
so he'll be here later.
-No, I just gave them a ride.
-That's nice of you.
-Everything okay?
-Yes, thanks.
-So why did Marcel place him with me?
-Marcel doesn't know about this.
You can help us get...
...the proof we need.
How?
People.
People.
May I have your attention, please?
Pardon me
for interrupting the party.
I'll be brief,
which in my case is still
an hour and a half.
Just kidding.
Tonight we are going
to enjoy ourselves and be proud.
Our city has always been
a city of people...
...who have a soft spot
for the city.
They don't ask
what the city can do for them,
but what they can do for the city.
...the Dutch-Belgian border,
with stories about...
about smuggling, of old church books,
of kindling wood...
and, of course,
of salt that has made you a fortune.
They would cover their tracks
with coats...
...to mislead
the strong arm of the law.
Via Poppel and Hilvarenbeek,
near the...
Hello.
Hi.
Oh, I'm Willem Niessen.
Arnold Hoedenmaker,
city councilman.
Didn't you have to work late?
Yes, but I didn't want to miss this.
-These are my parents.
-Hans.
-Willem Niessen.
-Hi, I'm Josje.
Your Tessa's father?
Hey, there you are.
-Are you keeping an eye on Tessa?
-Why would I?
-I don't trust that Emiel.
-Come on. Here.
-What are you doing here?
-Me? What happened?
Nothing. I was called to account.
-For what?
-Thanks. Just a minute.
-Well?
-Come with me.
Well?
It was about all the commotion
of the last few weeks.
Then isn't it weird that
they didn't take me?
Don't make it more than it is.
You were gone five hours.
Most of that was spent waiting.
What did they want to know?
Did you tell them we suspect Blok?
Theo...
I'm exhausted.
Willem, let's dance.
How do we know for sure that Blok
can be trusted?
Blok knows no more than you or I.
Hey.
What's the matter with you?
There were four people who knew
that Hans was in the hospital.
Blok, Marcel, me and you.
Right?
Yes. So?
Want a drink?
That Theo is so sweet.
Come on. Let's dance.
They're having a good time.
Yes, thanks for the invite.
It's nothing.
I've heard you were in India
for a year?
That's right...
But I'm glad to be back.
What's wrong?
The guy you were talking to was...
-Emiel.
-Cute guy!
-Beautiful eyes, too.
-Mom, please.
Tess, isn't it time for bed?
-What time is it?
-Night, Mom.
Good night, dear.
Night, Willem.
Good night.
-Do you want to sleep in?
-Yes.
Wasn't that nice,
with the three of us?
Just like old times.
And how sweet of Theo
to go to the barbecue with us.
Will you call me a taxi, please?
We'll see each other
in the next few days.
I'll let you know where I'm staying.
Are you okay?
Will you call me a taxi?
Shall we get some sleep?
-I want a shower.
-Okay.
-Yo.
-Yeah, it's me. They called me.
Saturday,
everything is leaving Tilburg.
Finally. Your girl did a good job, eh?She's a hot chick.
So how much do you pay her?
Shut it. Make sure everyone is ready
this weekend.
All right.
We will be rich, man.
-And she's sure to come back to you.
-Saturday night. Bye-bye.
Let's say you're wearing a wire...
-hypothetically.
-Yes, quite hypothetically.
Who is this?
How did you get that?
No, no, no!
Don't touch that.
They know where the cannabis is.
-Don't bullshit me.
-I wouldn't bullshit you.
Well, follow him.
Are we following them?
Police!
Put your hands up!
On your knees,
hands on your neck!
He'll be joining us for a while...
...to knock some sense into people.
Do you know
the damage you've caused?
My husband won't be home tonight.
That business with Kamp.
Who fired at me?
I think that's our shooter.
-But we can't use that in court.
-They are trying to spook me!
-2,000.
-The deal was 10,000, man.
Put it away.
And you and your pretty lady
have no more worries.
-Put him under pressure.
-How?
-No chemicals, eh?
-I alone know where that shit is.
-Tell him.
-Not yet.
-I'll talk when we're safe.
-Hans, that driver, wants to talk.
He just became a father.
I'm going home.
I have to be up early.
I had a great time yesterday.
She's Angela's daughter
from a previous...
-So Angela is your wife?
-Was, is.
-So separated, or what?
-She has been in India for a year now.
Pure stuff, a container full.
Where are you and with whom?
-I'm Tessa.
-Emiel.
-I'm here to pick up my Gaby.
-Right.
I'm telling my husband tomorrow.
I'm ready for the next step.
I thought it was just for a good time.
The container was moved.
-This is not right.
-No.
-Where was it?
-The clothing warehouse.
Marcel!
-This stinks!
-You bet it does.
Fourteen people
were deployed for nothing.
We're done here.
TRUST NO ONE
Who of you has thought about
joining the police force?
They're a bunch of losers.
Raise your hand
if you want to talk.
-I didn't see you do that.
-Some don't respect the police much.
That is why we would like to tell you
what our work is like.
The police force
has many departments.
-Who can name one of them?
-Dicks?
Melvin!
-Why do you think they are dicks?
-You can't catch real crooks...
except give tickets
to speeding scooters,
while a guy like Freddy van Nuenen
will always be boss.
What are you looking at, you bitch?
Look away.
Hey, hey.
Theo.
You may think it's cool, but you're
throwing away your future, mate.
-I'm not your mate, mate.
-All right.
Theo just demonstrated a hold.
A police officer must be strong,
not only physically,
but also mentally.
It can be a tough job.
All right,
what does a police officer do?
On the job with officer Arjan...
-You have a question?
-Weren't you on TV?
Yes.
Have you ever fired your gun?
There were times
when it was called for, yes.
Hot.
Hot?
Willem?
Yeah?
Yes, it's me.
-It's 3:30 a.m. What do you want?
-I got a phone call.
The clothing warehouse has CCTV.
You could be on tape
unloading that shit.
Okay.
One of the cops
is prowling the area.
-Which one?
-Kamp or the curly-haired one?
The curly-haired one.
When they opened it over there,
it was already empty.
Yes, so?
So, Einstein...
Someone emptied that container here
the night before.
Then it'd be caught on camera,
right?
No idea.
I don't get paid enough for that.
Let them find out for themselves.
Stop staring.
I've already seen it all.
Hurry up. We have to go to work.
We could also buy a farm in France.
We'll have two children,
work the land,
drink our own wine,
eat our own bread...
-And I could feed the goats.
-Come on.
Or we can go to the station.
That's the other option.
We should give workshops on this.
I enjoyed myself.
So did I.
Sorry, I didn't hear the alarm clock,
but I'll give you some lunch money...
Good morning.
Yes, same to you.
-How long are you...
-Coffee?
What?
Yes, love some.
You still don't eat breakfast?
Yes, I do...
with coffee.
He doesn't,
but he makes me do it.
Yes, because it is very healthy.
So, I hear you make her lunch now?
Yes, or she won't eat.
This isn't my mug.
Present.
-He doesn't trust me.
-Of course I do.
-But I don't have time to make lunch...
-I made her lunch.
-Where are my shoes?
-They're in the pantry.
-I can't find them.
-Then look carefully.
Say, eh...
How long are you planning
on staying?
Found them.
I'm going to take a shower.
Here.
Salami.
And you?
Some sort of chutney.
Hey, Maartje.
-Theo, Theo.
-Relax.
-I have to talk to you.
-I just woke up.
-This is important.
-Hey, Theo. What's that smell?
Empty container.
-I went to that clothing warehouse.
-When?
Last night.
Cameras everywhere.
If it was emptied there,
it is on film.
-Let's go!
-No, no.
Let's ask for permission first.
-Who from? Marcel?
-Marcel won't let us.
I'm thinking of Blok.
Blok?
Right, brilliant plan.
We have a good reason!
Blok doesn't want to see me.
No, you'll have to go alone.
You are better at politics.
Politics and I are like rain and...
What was it again?
You know what I mean, right?
Willem.
Is this all of them?
Yes.
Personnel, security guards...
everyone.
Or his wife screwed you
with that waybill.
Maybe it was empty all along.
Before you accuse anyone.
But somebody must have leaked.
People...
Who wants cake?
What?
It was full a moment ago.
Hysterical. Very similar to the joke
you made earlier.
Maybe it wasn't someone
at the terminal.
Maybe it was someone here.
It's possible, right?
Someone upstairs could have leaked.
We were briefed four hours before.
That's plenty of time
to tip someone off.
But if someone upstairs leaked,
it would've shown on the ceiling.
Okay, people, seriously.
People are dying here.
Where are you going?
Blok.
Is this still about that container?
We think the drugs
were loaded there.
So you come to me,
and not your boss?
-Marcel listens to you.
-I should hope so.
Yet you go over his head.
Why does the organization
have a structure?
-I thought, if I could convince you...
-You convince Marcel,
and he me.
Apparently, Marcel is not convinced,
so neither am I.
You two have generated
enough bad press,
so this is not going to happen.
Is this one of Kamp's ideas?
How is he?
He's all right.
Is he behaving himself a bit?
Doesn't he drive you up a wall?
It's not too bad.
Theo...
does what he wants,
in all his cases.
Lately he's been quite...
Good?
Yes.
Look, all this negative publicity
obviously reflects on you as well.
And when people make a bit of a mess,
they are kicked upstairs.
But real professionals,
Willem,
know what side of the law they are on.
If you have anything on Kamp,
let me know. Will you?
So he said no.
And you are surprised?
Come on, let's just go there.
Neither Blok
nor Marcel approved it.
So, now what?
Game over?
If we don't find anything,
no harm done. Come on.
Completely unannounced.
She just rang the doorbell.
Hello, I'm back.
-Where did you say she was?
-In India...
to find herself again.
India...
Why is it never Boxtel or something?
But, congratulations.
Aren't you happy?
I don't know what to make of it.
Have you had...?
-Don't be childish.
-What?
She's sleeping on the couch.
Sleeping on the...?
-I'll make this simple for you.
-Please.
You have two choices, A and B.
A: you take her back, forgive her,
and tonight you might get...
-And B?
-You throw her out, suitcase and all.
She can't come back just like that.
It's not a hotel.
-Are those my two choices?
-You're welcome.
-It's not that simple.
-Actually, it is.
How long was
your longest relationship?
A and B...
-Let me do the talking.
-What do I do?
You can be the muscle.
-How's that?
-Yeah.
Let's go.
Police.
We're looking for Mr. van Veghel.
Do you know this man,
Hans Verolme?
No.
What's this about?
He was to move a container for you.
I don't know all the drivers.
Why?
The container was used
to move drugs.
Nonsense.
We're in clothing.
-Yes, but we think...
-Look around you. See any drugs?
Still, it was used to smuggle drugs.
Who?
The driver?
No, the container.
-They're only used for clothing.
-Yes, for Africa.
Right!
No drugs. That's what I said.
Mr. van Veghel, yesterday,
your container
was found to be empty.
So what did they do with the contents?
Nothing.
It was already empty.
So what's this about drugs?
You open a container
without my permission,
and you think it's strange that
it doesn't contain drugs?
That's an odd story.
-We want to see your CCTV tapes.
-Why is that?
To see if we can identify
who emptied the container.
Why didn't you say that?
We could've skipped the talk.
Over there.
-Is he always this vague?
-Yes.
All right, then.
Let's see, lads.
These are today's images.
-Hold it a second.
-Sure.
-Those are today's.
-Yes. Rewind it a bit.
Rewind.
Stop right there.
Let it play.
-That's Blok. What is he doing here?
-Who's he?
That was an hour and a half ago.
-Can anyone come in and out here?
-We lock everything at night.
And during the day?
-Did you see him?
-No, I was in the warehouse.
Can we see
the night before yesterday?
The day before...
That's two days ago.
-Yes, Wednesday night.
-All right.
It's not working.
It can't access them.
-It is gone.
-What?
-The disk?
-I'll go ask my wife.
-I tipped him off myself.
-What?
Blok.
I tell him we want to come here.
He forbids it, but shows up himself.
Why would he do that?
Unless he is the leak.
-What? No way.
-Well, it could be.
Are you suggesting that the public
prosecutor is into drug trafficking?
He sends us away,
and we eliminate his competition.
Hey, watch out.
You're talking about
the public prosecutor.
We operate by his rules
and protect his business.
Except you, of course.
That's why he's trying to get you.
What do you mean?
He didn't say it in so many words,
but I'm supposed to report
every little mistake you make to him.
Mistake?
And you are going to do that?
Tomorrow morning.
That disk has got to be at his house.
Blok plays tennis till noon,
and Bettina is sure to be shopping
till one with friends.
-Bettina?
-That's his wife.
Theo, tell me it isn't true.
It's not true.
With the wife of the public...
These kinds of mistakes, Theo.
Tomorrow morning.
Be at my place at 10.
If the disk is at his house,
I'll find it.
If not, no one will know
we were ever there.
Then I spent a few months in
Vanashtalipuram, near Hyderabad,
-during Holi, the color festival.
-What is that?
Forty days before Holi,
on Vasant Panchami,
is the first day of spring.
They plant a Holika, a tree,
on the spot where, during Holi...
the ritual fire will take place:
the burning of Holika Dahan.
Sorry, but I don't understand at all.
That doesn't really matter.
What they do
is throw colored powder all day long.
Everywhere! It's as if you are walking
in a rainbow...
Willem?
The three of us.
You can stay another night,
but I want you
to find another place to stay.
What?
She can't come and go.
It's not a hotel.
-It's my mother. I want her to stay.
-It's my house. I want her to go.
Then I'm going with her.
Willem, you can't send me away.
I needed time to myself,
and you didn't want to deny me that.
Now I'm back,
and the first thing you do
is kick me out?
You leave for a year and show up.
What do you expect?
Hospitality!
That's what I expect!
People in India have nothing
and give everything...
and they don't have three bedrooms
and holidays.
-So have you found yourself then?
-I have, yes.
He's right.
He's absolutely right.
I'll leave tomorrow.
But you just got here.
Hi, I'd like to apologize
for Tessa's birthday party.
I misbehaved a little bit.
Good girl.
I'd like to invite you
to a party tomorrow at our house.
Gaby and I,
and the rest of the family,
would really appreciate that.
That's really nice.
I don't know if we have time to...
Come on!
Mom?
We'd like that,
wouldn't we, Willem?
I'll see if I can arrange it
with work.
Fine.
It's a date.
See you tomorrow.
-Gaby?
-Who else is coming?
-Is it a good idea?
-Keep your enemies close.
We'll make friends with him
and his wife.
-Did you manage it?
-What?
The security tapes
from the warehouse.
We have them. Don't worry.
The cops don't have
a leg to stand on.
Okay.
It just happens.
She takes over,
and for some reason I can't stop her.
-When I tell a story...
-She finishes it.
Yes, exactly.
Okay, are you ready?
I don't know, Theo.
Let's just do it.
I'll go inside. You stay here.
Of course.
-What?
-Well?
-I just got here.
-Did you find the disk?
No, I found a tablet,
but there's a password on it.
-I think I have to take it with me.
-No.
Jozias?
Theo, what's up?
Jozias?
Hi.
I was in the area and I thought...
You're such a dick.
Bastard!
Why are you here?
Well?
I...
Bastard.
Bettina...
Bettina.
You're going much too fast.
You didn't come here for nothing.
You know that too.
Yes...
You are right about that.
What are you thinking?
Let's do it in my husband's den?
Goddamn it.
Damn, damn, damn.
No, don't answer that.
You can't just do
what you want with me.
I know.
If you really want me,
I'll go with you.
Right now.
I'll leave it all behind...
But you have to say it now.
Boobie.
Boobie.
Boobie?
How's your headache?
Boobie?
-How are you feeling?
-I was, eh...
...up for a bit,
but I'm going to lie down again.
I thought, let Roland play tennis,
so I can take care of you.
-No need.
-You want a cup of tea or a cracker?
No, don't worry.
You go back to your tennis game.
All right.
You go on upstairs.
I'll check on you later.
-Mr. Blok.
-Hey, Niessen.
-You had an intruder.
-What?
We were in the area and heard a call
that an intruder was spotted.
So we thought we'd check in
with the public prosecutor.
Hello, Madam.
-Did you hear anything?
-No, nothing at all.
Don't worry, we didn't find
any traces of forcible entry, so...
There was a small window open,
so if he came in,
it was through there. Nice house.
Thank you, yes.
Nice going, men.
These are men
from the cannabis team.
That's very kind of you.
-You've met.
-Yes.
No.
Yes, you met at my office.
That's right. We shook hands.
-I didn't forget.
-Bye.
He was onto us.
An intruder.
Brilliant.
I'll point.
I'm sure he's looking.
Right, very clever.
Say, Theo, if we lose our jobs,
what will we do?
I was thinking of a small farm
in the south of France.
Feed the chickens all day,
run after the pigs.
I'd love it.
-Try "boobie."
-What?
Double o, ie or y.
Check it out.
Terrific.
-Let me see.
-No, keep your eyes on the road.
He has files on everyone:
your team, Marcel, you, me,
my cannabis team.
I guess you were right.
Look: financial reports,
work schedules, timelines...
I think we've got it wrong.
What is he looking for?
Gentlemen.
You are under arrest.
No, not you.
Willem Niessen.
What?
Stop!
-Calm down, please.
-Theo...
Will you look after my things?
This could take some time.
Will you print
the uproot list for me?
-Hi.
-Hi.
Where have you guys been all day?
Where is Willem?
His wife.
You are out of your minds.
Both of you.
Look what's on it:
financial reports of everyone,
private addresses...
That man is a rotten apple.
Or he is also searching for a mole.
Did you consider that?
-Where is Willem now?
-No idea.
Does his wife know?
And his daughter?
-Hey, come and sit for a bit.
-Well...
Come and sit down.
There's nothing
you can do right now.
-Are you taking this to Marcel?
-No...
If I'm wrong,
it'll really screw Willem.
And you as well.
Sorry to bother you with all this.
You were the only one I could call.
Blok knew we were going
to open that container,
that Hans was in the hospital...
I'm starting to like you too much.
Sorry about the show we put on.
It was Kamp's idea to break
into my house, wasn't it?
Did you read
what was on the tablet?
-I, eh...
-It's fine.
I'll have less to explain.
Have you been offered a drink yet?
Why am I here?
There is a leak...
but I'm not it.
Here are pictures of Kamp
with Belgian criminals...
...active in the Belgian drug scene.
What is Theo doing
with these people?
Yes, he's clever.
And when we get too close,
he suddenly does
something unexpected.
Hi, I'm Theo Kamp.
I'm Willem's partner at work.
-Hi, I'm Angela.
-Hi.
Willem is working overtime.
He'll be late.
Why didn't he call?
It's a silent operation, so no phones.
He'll be late.
Ok, too bad. We have to go to a party
and I don't have a car.
-I could take you.
-Really?
-That's great.
-Are we going? Oh, hi.
-I'll get my things.
-Okay.
We have been investigating
your partner for three years.
We think that he is the one
who has been passing on information.
Ask yourself:
Who leaked the information...
...that led to the murder
of the driver in the hospital?
Who tipped off the people
to empty the container?
Who gave you...?
-Glad you made it.
-Thank you.
-Theo Kamp.
-Hi. Dad?
-Hello, I'm Angela.
-Theo Kamp.
-I'm Josje.
-Are you Tessa's parents?
No, Willem had to work late,
so he'll be here later.
-No, I just gave them a ride.
-That's nice of you.
-Everything okay?
-Yes, thanks.
-So why did Marcel place him with me?
-Marcel doesn't know about this.
You can help us get...
...the proof we need.
How?
People.
People.
May I have your attention, please?
Pardon me
for interrupting the party.
I'll be brief,
which in my case is still
an hour and a half.
Just kidding.
Tonight we are going
to enjoy ourselves and be proud.
Our city has always been
a city of people...
...who have a soft spot
for the city.
They don't ask
what the city can do for them,
but what they can do for the city.
...the Dutch-Belgian border,
with stories about...
about smuggling, of old church books,
of kindling wood...
and, of course,
of salt that has made you a fortune.
They would cover their tracks
with coats...
...to mislead
the strong arm of the law.
Via Poppel and Hilvarenbeek,
near the...
Hello.
Hi.
Oh, I'm Willem Niessen.
Arnold Hoedenmaker,
city councilman.
Didn't you have to work late?
Yes, but I didn't want to miss this.
-These are my parents.
-Hans.
-Willem Niessen.
-Hi, I'm Josje.
Your Tessa's father?
Hey, there you are.
-Are you keeping an eye on Tessa?
-Why would I?
-I don't trust that Emiel.
-Come on. Here.
-What are you doing here?
-Me? What happened?
Nothing. I was called to account.
-For what?
-Thanks. Just a minute.
-Well?
-Come with me.
Well?
It was about all the commotion
of the last few weeks.
Then isn't it weird that
they didn't take me?
Don't make it more than it is.
You were gone five hours.
Most of that was spent waiting.
What did they want to know?
Did you tell them we suspect Blok?
Theo...
I'm exhausted.
Willem, let's dance.
How do we know for sure that Blok
can be trusted?
Blok knows no more than you or I.
Hey.
What's the matter with you?
There were four people who knew
that Hans was in the hospital.
Blok, Marcel, me and you.
Right?
Yes. So?
Want a drink?
That Theo is so sweet.
Come on. Let's dance.
They're having a good time.
Yes, thanks for the invite.
It's nothing.
I've heard you were in India
for a year?
That's right...
But I'm glad to be back.
What's wrong?
The guy you were talking to was...
-Emiel.
-Cute guy!
-Beautiful eyes, too.
-Mom, please.
Tess, isn't it time for bed?
-What time is it?
-Night, Mom.
Good night, dear.
Night, Willem.
Good night.
-Do you want to sleep in?
-Yes.
Wasn't that nice,
with the three of us?
Just like old times.
And how sweet of Theo
to go to the barbecue with us.
Will you call me a taxi, please?
We'll see each other
in the next few days.
I'll let you know where I'm staying.
Are you okay?
Will you call me a taxi?
Shall we get some sleep?
-I want a shower.
-Okay.
-Yo.
-Yeah, it's me. They called me.
Saturday,
everything is leaving Tilburg.
Finally. Your girl did a good job, eh?She's a hot chick.
So how much do you pay her?
Shut it. Make sure everyone is ready
this weekend.
All right.
We will be rich, man.
-And she's sure to come back to you.
-Saturday night. Bye-bye.
Let's say you're wearing a wire...
-hypothetically.
-Yes, quite hypothetically.
Who is this?
How did you get that?
No, no, no!
Don't touch that.
They know where the cannabis is.
-Don't bullshit me.
-I wouldn't bullshit you.
Well, follow him.
Are we following them?
Police!
Put your hands up!
On your knees,
hands on your neck!