Force (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - OktoberFest - full transcript
What did you tell them?
-Nothing.
That's our shooter.
Pure stuff, a full container.
There is a leak.
What does Kamp want
with Belgian criminals?
Four people knew
Hans was in the hospital:
Blok, Marcel, me and you.
EXPOSED
Are you awake yet?
-No.
Why are you dressed?
-I have to go.
No, you don't.
You talk in your sleep.
Do you want eggs?
-No, I have to go.
I do have a meeting.
That is in an hour and a half.
I'm meeting Willem.
What?
Nothing.
Choosing between he and you is tough.
I'm not asking you to betray Theo.
Betray?
You're not even sure you know
what you think you know.
I don't believe that Theo...
Belief never got us anywhere.
I'm not saying Theo can't be trusted,
but I want to be
sure he can be trusted.
I'm experiencing a kind of...
deja vu.
Excuse me?
When you ask me to work on a case
and I end up leaving
the building with a wire.
No, I'd never ask that of you, Willem.
No.
Hey, Theo. You left early yesterday.
I didn't say goodbye.
Did I do something?
No. No, of course not.
Is Willem in?
No, he went to the doctor.
Let's say you wear a wire.
Hypothetically.
-Yes, quite hypothetically.
Then you could prove
that Theo can be trusted...
if he really is trustworthy.
Linda?
Would you send John in, please?
He's a bit late, right?
Have you spoken to him?
-No, he's not picking up.
Great catch today.
A cannabis nursery above
a humanitarian foundation.
Unreal.
-Damn it.
I should have shaved today,
for tonight.
You're coming too, right?
-What?
An incredible number
of drunken Mädels.
What is that?
-Bust line... Mädels!
Oktoberfest.
Is that tonight?
Hey, Theo. How's it going?
Theo, what the fuck are you up to?
Right, ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
Tonk Aarts...
Most of you already know her.
She runs a foundation, Full Mouth,
in Broekhoven.
She is a hero in the neighborhood,
but to us, she is also a suspect.
We think she runs a cannabis nursery
above that very foundation.
We got the tip via the hotline...
So that's reason enough.
A neighbor also tipped us off,
and he will also let us in...
...if Ms. Aarts is not home
or refuses to open.
Questions?
-Yeah...
It's not important, but...
who is going to
Oktoberfest tonight?
If everything goes well,
we will be done in time
for the party...
and have a brewski to celebrate.
Okay, let's do it.
You're coming too, aren't you?
Hey, Maartje. You?
-Maartje in lederhosen.
Hey, Theo, Maartje in lederhosen.
Shut up, man.
Willem.
Let's talk.
It might be a good idea
to have a beer with the team.
What?
-Harold. I often wonder if he's crazy.
But then I know he is...
It's not easy to say, but...
The address is Wagenaarstraat 13.
When you told me about Hans,
I finally got it.
Jeez, Harold is exhausting today.
Can I ride with you?
-Of course.
You can check anywhere you like,
but there are only boxes.
Food storage.
This is an honest institution.
Here are the papers.
You look like a clever boy to me.
What do you think this is?
That's right, Full Mouth.
I've been doing humanitarian
work for 15 years.
And you come here with this?
Someone is taking you for a ride.
About Full Mouth... really?
Why not?
A humanitarian institute
can have an erotic air.
Had I called it Full Pussy,
I'd be rolling in it.
I would be, too.
-Right. We received a tip.
Who tipped you?
-Can't say.
Step aside so we can look.
Unbelievable.
This is such a stupid move.
Call this off.
If you have nothing to hide,
then don't worry.
Do you know how many people
we keep from starving?
People who make ends meet
on 180 euros a month.
There is nothing here.
Let's take a look back here.
The man with the hammer?
My, you're an angry one.
That's hot.
We're too late.
Or they were tipped off again.
We'll be home early. No paper shift.
Harold...
Can't we get them for this?
It's not a violation.
People buy it in grow shops.
What counts is when we do catch them.
So Tonk gets away with it.
Theo...
Say hello to your father for me.
What time do we meet tonight,
and where?
Not too late. The earlier, the better.
It's shit, but we'll stay
to look for traces.
Thank you.
We will cancel the mobile shredder.
Reports on my desk
on Monday before 11.
Thanks, everyone.
Let's meet at the big tent tonight.
It's always super toll there.
There's the Flügel bar and the woman..
Harold, please!
If you want to go
to Oktoberfest, shut up.
Willem.
I need to talk to you.
Yes, I can tell.
-In private.
I get the feeling you're avoiding me.
I'm not avoiding you at all.
This stays between us...
When you called about Hans Verolme,
I was not alone.
Listen.
Why don't we ever have dinner?
We never do. Why is that?
What? Listen to me.
You, me, Blok and Marcel
knew Hans was in the hospital.
Acar campur is the key
to an authentic
and delicious rijsttafel.
What? No, listen to me, man.
Oh, you like fish?
With those tiny prawns,
a bit of ham, eggs, garlic...
Willem!
-All nonsense.
Wait a minute...
Be at my place at 7:30.
Wait... Goddamn it.
Mr. Kamp. Are you a little tense?
Why were you so rude to Harold?
He's really upset.
I don't know. He was annoying.
I think I have to put him down.
What's the matter?
Is it Willem?
Don't. Everybody is looking.
I could really use a massage.
My place, in half an hour?
Tess?
Angela?
Jesus Christ.
-Isn't it cute?
Well, cute...
Good day. I'd like to have
a loving embrace, please.
How are you?
Better?
-Yeah.
Theo was here.
-I heard, yes.
Work?
-Yes.
Yes?
-Acar campur.
He's coming to dinner
in a safe environment.
We can have a candid talk.
If Kamp has anything to say,
let him say it.
You are putting it off.
We don't know if he will say anything.
You have to push him
a little bit, Willem.
May I?
-Yes. Go on.
You talk in your sleep.
Who is this?
Where did you get that?
Answer.
This mug has been on our wall
for more than a week.
Not once did you say:
"The asshole who shot at you
looks just like my ex."
Ex or still boyfriend?
Let me go. Let me go, Theo.
Let me go.
Willem is coming too.
Yes, of course.
Yes, we are sort of back together,
more or less.
We'll see you there. Bye-bye.
The rest is coming. Go change.
Tess, are you ready?
-Yes, almost.
I'm not going.
-What?
Sorry, duty calls.
Did you order this?
-Yes.
This suddenly came up.
-Willem, you promised.
Perhaps I'll join you later, okay?
I just told everyone
we're coming together.
Joyce, Annemarie, Thérèse...
They are expecting us.
And Edith is asking questions...
I'll do my best, but first I...
Or don't you want to be seen with me?
What do you think?
Well, then.
Let's go, Mom.
-His loss.
See you later? Do I look nice?
You bet.
-Come, Mom. Let's dance.
Theo.
-Come to my place, right now.
Why?
-You must come.
Now.
Willem.
-Theo, listen...
When I invite you to dinner,
I don't mean at your place.
You have a microwave?
-I don't.
But it's hotter and tied to my bed.
I know who the mole is.
What do you mean? Who is it?
Jesus!
Willem, I'm glad you're here.
-Let her go.
When you told me who knew, it clicked.
He's full of it.
She hooked up with the shooter. Look.
Move away. Don't touch that.
Seriously?
Step away.
Put that away.
-Step away.
You need to see this.
Willem, stand down.
I'm going to show you.
Look.
Look at it.
Look at it.
Can you look, man?
Are you crazy? What's wrong with you?
Are these prawn crackers?
I love them.
Yes, and gado-gado, daging rujak...
Lovely.
Lemper ayam...
-Right.
Ayam pedis and the beans you like.
Lovely. Want something to drink?
Yes, I'd love a beer.
-I'll get it.
Since when?
Yesterday.
Since that investigation.
And you believed him?
Yes, I did. He had a whole wall full.
A wall full of what?
-Photos, Theo. Photos of you...
and people you met over the years:
The Flemish mafia...
Antwerp.
Antwerp, yes.
What about the Belgian criminals?
It goes back nine years.
It's about my father, okay?
He disappeared nine years ago.
Out of nowhere.
Poof: gone.
I looked for him in Flanders,
where he was last seen.
All I found was his wedding ring.
The hotel room was empty:
no clothes, shoes, socks, nothing.
Even the courtesy soaps were gone.
My father was a personal bodyguard.
He was in the military,
and they forced him to retire.
He saw that as a challenge.
Who was he protecting?
Guy Moliers. Ring a bell?
King of the Antwerp mafia.
It was nine years ago.
I started a private investigation.
Who cares?
Blok apparently,
but he drags out all this shit.
I don't know what Blok told you,
but I do not leak.
We do it together, or we don't do it.
Understood?
Okay?
Did she give you a name?
What?
Of the shooter?
I didn't hear you say sorry.
Okay.
Perhaps I should have
come to you first.
A name? No. She's not talking.
Says I'm seeing ghosts.
-Theo, perhaps we are.
Stay there. I'll get you an ice cream.
Right. Here we go.
The wire is only
transmitting rock music.
That's right.
Why is that, Willem?
The situation is not like we thought,
but don't worry.
-Willem...
Once I have a better perspective...
What's going on?
You're being vague.
Who is he?
Leon Duinkerk. We met in high school.
He was the toughest boy in the class.
After some time, I found out
he had bad friends, bad money.
I was accepted to the Police Academy,
so I ended it.
We had no future.
But a few months later, he came over
with a film he made of me...
...and blackmailed me.
What kind of film?
Oh, that kind of film.
Who is there?
-It's under control, but I gotta go.
If you hang up now,
this collaboration is over.
If I gave him bits of information,
he wouldn't post the film...
-Stop.
I thought about what story
you could tell me
so that I might pity you,
but I couldn't.
I don't trust you.
That boy was 24,
about to be a father.
You gave him away...
I didn't know they'd hurt him.
The trouble started when you meddled.
Excuse me?
-You made them panic.
You've got a lot of gall, you know?
Hang up now, and I'll make sure
you never get another job.
Think!
Niessen.
You don't look before you leap.
True, and I should have.
I fell for you with eyes open.
That was not an act.
I really am crazy about you.
Maartje? Tell me it isn't true.
I want a lawyer.
Can I have cigarette?
You smoke?
-No.
Sounds good. It took me 20 years
to develop that cough.
We could use her against
that Duinkerk.
I mean, Blok still wants to nail you.
Jozias.
If we nab the shooter tonight...
...we have something for
the justice department.
Yes.
-You are used to cigars, aren't you?
All I heard were rumors
about a huge shipment.
The largest amount
of cannabis in Europe,
Leon said.
I am only in touch with Leon,
no one else.
But he works for someone,
somebody higher up.
Leon is not the top.
Freddy van Nuenen?
If you want me to do this,
I want something in return.
I want to be moved to another region
for the questioning.
Fine.
And protection afterward.
If they know I gave up Leon,
I'm dead... if I'm not already.
What's the address?
Stop. Stop right here.
He lives at number 49.
Move over.
Open your blouse.
-Excuse me?
No, absolutely not.
Yes, you will.
-It's too dangerous.
Let's go to the station.
Plenty of colleagues there.
Okay, say something.
-Something, something. Help.
Try having a normal
conversation,
the way you usually operate.
Let him ask the questions.
He might drop names.
Good luck.
Hi.
-Couldn't you call first?
No.
-What's up?
You look stressed out.
Can we talk in private? I have news.
-Come in.
There's interference. I'm losing her.
I'm losing the signal.
Theo, Theo, Theo...
Why don't you join me?
You're standing around.
I have important information,
but I want something.
What do you have?
-I want double my fee.
Well, well.
Yes or no?
More risk costs more.
They know about the cannabis...
its new location.
How do you know?
From that cop you're screwing, Kamp?
Give me a break.
The team is bragging about it.
They want to catch you soon.
-How soon?
I don't know, Leon.
Maybe tonight.
Jesus Christ.
Ever wear that necklace I gave you?
Sometimes.
It's at home, I think.
Don't bullshit me.
If I clean it up,
it's going to cost me.
I'm not bullshitting you.
Hey, it's me.
We have to leave tonight.
Yes, all the shit.
No, I don't know where he is.
I'll come personally.
You ruined my evening off.
I have to go now.
Do I go or stay here?
-No.
A cop is a cop to them,
even if you're hot.
Join me in there for old times' sake.
I don't think so.
You really care about him.
I should tell him how you
treat your exes.
Get lost.
I'll be in touch.
Do I get double?
Fuck!
What?
-She's coming.
You bastard!
He could've seen you.
Good one with the cannabis.
I'm never wearing this again.
Good acting. I believe you again.
If they move it,
you'd better be there.
At least it will lead you
to one of his bosses.
Follow him.
Marcel, Theo and Willem here.
I'll put you on speaker phone.
We need backup.
We're following a man who'll take us
to the shipment.
Four extra men would be nice.
No.
-What do you mean?
No, as in no.
Blok has forbidden all big
operations for 48 hours.
Don't ask why, but he did.
We have the shooter in our sights.
This guy shot at us...
Go to the justice department.
I'm not doing it.
He has his reasons.
I'm not getting burned by this.
Bye-bye.
Here.
What did you tell Blok?
Hello, he suspects you.
Then call him.
Call him and tell him everything.
I can't call Blok now.
-Why not?
Marcel won't let us.
I'll get to Blok when I have Marcel.
But Marcel said to call Blok.
Guys...
-There.
Niessen.
-We're not getting backup.
That's right.
-May we ask why?
We? Are you with Kamp?
Is he listening?
We need extra men.
We're in the middle of...
Why don't you come to the office
on Monday, and we can talk there.
I have guests at home now...
-Wait.
This is ridiculous.
We have a suspect...
-Then I wish you luck.
You choose to work with Kamp,
and on Monday you'll explain why.
Funny.
That's my service gun.
It's clever meeting up here.
No one will notice.
Theo is right.
You would lose him there alone.
It's way too busy.
You can't go after Leon
by yourself. Trust me.
Or how do you plan to proceed?
I know I was wrong,
but I am your colleague.
Shall I go with you?
You can't... Thank you.
Bloemstraat 49.
-Bloemstraat 49.
Yes, drive.
I'm driving.
-Step on it.
Hey, take it easy.
Take it easy.
What are you doing?
You can't go after Leon by yourself.
Trust me. I've known him...
Willem. Goddamn it. Willem.
You can't do this... Jesus.
Fuck.
Get off my property.
Your property, no less. Go figure.
So you think I'm a dirty cop,
or how do you say it, corrupt?
Bettina, go call someone.
Yes, do that Bettina,
and say he screwed a huge catch.
You sure it's huge?
Probably an empty container.
A suspect is leading
us to a truckload.
How grand.
We need four men. That's all.
Are you panicking a little bit?
-What?
Are you in trouble?
Are your mates tired of you?
All I want from you
is a complete statement.
What you have leaked
and who you work for.
Until then...
stay away from me.
Fine, we will do it on our own.
Enjoy your evening.
I get why you're bored.
Right, guys. Let's party.
Hey, Willem.
-Hi. Have you been drinking?
You drank beer?
Where's your mom?
Mom is...
You two have been at it.
-You must catch up.
Want a drink?
-No, I can't stay...
Let's dance.
-I'm working.
Of course you are.
Perhaps I'll see you later.
Have fun.
Could I borrow your phone?
Borrow my phone?
-My battery is flat.
Can I borrow it?
-Of course not.
I'm a detective. Come on.
Anyone can say that.
Here.
Well?
You wanna get free calls
for being a cop?
I pay the bill every month.
Can you take off the cuffs?
This is Theo Kamp.
Leave a message after the beep. Bye.
Theo, where is the backup?
Emiel Faassen is his contact.
Call me back.
Did you know?
Maartje, did you know this?
So Faassen Jr. is Leon's contact?
Emiel, yes. My daughter is seeing him.
I didn't know that.
Leon doesn't tell me anything.
Why would he tell me that?
What are you doing?
Theo, give me some good news.
Blok won't help.
How is Emiel Faassen?
I'm tailing him now.
I can be there in 20 minutes.
Theo, hurry. I can't do this alone.
Is Maartje with you?
-Of course.
She's your backup.
Emiel is walking toward a warehouse.
Don't lose him. I'll be there.
Damn you, asshole.
-Thank you.
Give me my phone.
Knock it off.
That is Freddy van Nuenen's bodyguard.
The cannabis is in that van.
It has to be.
Are we following him?
If we leave, we'll lose that cannabis.
Okay, but going in alone is suicide.
Come on...
Take these off.
Come on.
Can I trust you?
Willem, I'm on your side.
Trust me.
Hurry up, will you?
Jesus.
Willem. We should split up.
Follow me.
-You're saying that...
You will follow me.
Okay, you go...
Maartje. Goddamn...
Shit.
Police! Hands in the air,
all of you!
On your knees! Hands behind your neck!
I said on your knees!
How many of there are you?
Step away from the weapon!
On your knees!
Hands on your neck! Now!
On your knees.
On your knees.
Where were you running to?
The crapper? On your knees.
On your knees. Hands behind your neck.
Behind the neck...
No wonder you didn't answer.
Holy fuck.
So, Meeuwis, you'll be famous.
You'll be on the news.
Hands behind your neck.
Why don't you call them?
-Who?
All of them.
Goddamn it.
Jesus, Theo.
That woman is crazy about you.
Get down.
There is another leak,
a second mole in the department.
And who would that be?
How can we move that stuff,
without the press finding out?
A fake transport?
Fuck.
-Out! Get out of the van, now!
-Nothing.
That's our shooter.
Pure stuff, a full container.
There is a leak.
What does Kamp want
with Belgian criminals?
Four people knew
Hans was in the hospital:
Blok, Marcel, me and you.
EXPOSED
Are you awake yet?
-No.
Why are you dressed?
-I have to go.
No, you don't.
You talk in your sleep.
Do you want eggs?
-No, I have to go.
I do have a meeting.
That is in an hour and a half.
I'm meeting Willem.
What?
Nothing.
Choosing between he and you is tough.
I'm not asking you to betray Theo.
Betray?
You're not even sure you know
what you think you know.
I don't believe that Theo...
Belief never got us anywhere.
I'm not saying Theo can't be trusted,
but I want to be
sure he can be trusted.
I'm experiencing a kind of...
deja vu.
Excuse me?
When you ask me to work on a case
and I end up leaving
the building with a wire.
No, I'd never ask that of you, Willem.
No.
Hey, Theo. You left early yesterday.
I didn't say goodbye.
Did I do something?
No. No, of course not.
Is Willem in?
No, he went to the doctor.
Let's say you wear a wire.
Hypothetically.
-Yes, quite hypothetically.
Then you could prove
that Theo can be trusted...
if he really is trustworthy.
Linda?
Would you send John in, please?
He's a bit late, right?
Have you spoken to him?
-No, he's not picking up.
Great catch today.
A cannabis nursery above
a humanitarian foundation.
Unreal.
-Damn it.
I should have shaved today,
for tonight.
You're coming too, right?
-What?
An incredible number
of drunken Mädels.
What is that?
-Bust line... Mädels!
Oktoberfest.
Is that tonight?
Hey, Theo. How's it going?
Theo, what the fuck are you up to?
Right, ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
Tonk Aarts...
Most of you already know her.
She runs a foundation, Full Mouth,
in Broekhoven.
She is a hero in the neighborhood,
but to us, she is also a suspect.
We think she runs a cannabis nursery
above that very foundation.
We got the tip via the hotline...
So that's reason enough.
A neighbor also tipped us off,
and he will also let us in...
...if Ms. Aarts is not home
or refuses to open.
Questions?
-Yeah...
It's not important, but...
who is going to
Oktoberfest tonight?
If everything goes well,
we will be done in time
for the party...
and have a brewski to celebrate.
Okay, let's do it.
You're coming too, aren't you?
Hey, Maartje. You?
-Maartje in lederhosen.
Hey, Theo, Maartje in lederhosen.
Shut up, man.
Willem.
Let's talk.
It might be a good idea
to have a beer with the team.
What?
-Harold. I often wonder if he's crazy.
But then I know he is...
It's not easy to say, but...
The address is Wagenaarstraat 13.
When you told me about Hans,
I finally got it.
Jeez, Harold is exhausting today.
Can I ride with you?
-Of course.
You can check anywhere you like,
but there are only boxes.
Food storage.
This is an honest institution.
Here are the papers.
You look like a clever boy to me.
What do you think this is?
That's right, Full Mouth.
I've been doing humanitarian
work for 15 years.
And you come here with this?
Someone is taking you for a ride.
About Full Mouth... really?
Why not?
A humanitarian institute
can have an erotic air.
Had I called it Full Pussy,
I'd be rolling in it.
I would be, too.
-Right. We received a tip.
Who tipped you?
-Can't say.
Step aside so we can look.
Unbelievable.
This is such a stupid move.
Call this off.
If you have nothing to hide,
then don't worry.
Do you know how many people
we keep from starving?
People who make ends meet
on 180 euros a month.
There is nothing here.
Let's take a look back here.
The man with the hammer?
My, you're an angry one.
That's hot.
We're too late.
Or they were tipped off again.
We'll be home early. No paper shift.
Harold...
Can't we get them for this?
It's not a violation.
People buy it in grow shops.
What counts is when we do catch them.
So Tonk gets away with it.
Theo...
Say hello to your father for me.
What time do we meet tonight,
and where?
Not too late. The earlier, the better.
It's shit, but we'll stay
to look for traces.
Thank you.
We will cancel the mobile shredder.
Reports on my desk
on Monday before 11.
Thanks, everyone.
Let's meet at the big tent tonight.
It's always super toll there.
There's the Flügel bar and the woman..
Harold, please!
If you want to go
to Oktoberfest, shut up.
Willem.
I need to talk to you.
Yes, I can tell.
-In private.
I get the feeling you're avoiding me.
I'm not avoiding you at all.
This stays between us...
When you called about Hans Verolme,
I was not alone.
Listen.
Why don't we ever have dinner?
We never do. Why is that?
What? Listen to me.
You, me, Blok and Marcel
knew Hans was in the hospital.
Acar campur is the key
to an authentic
and delicious rijsttafel.
What? No, listen to me, man.
Oh, you like fish?
With those tiny prawns,
a bit of ham, eggs, garlic...
Willem!
-All nonsense.
Wait a minute...
Be at my place at 7:30.
Wait... Goddamn it.
Mr. Kamp. Are you a little tense?
Why were you so rude to Harold?
He's really upset.
I don't know. He was annoying.
I think I have to put him down.
What's the matter?
Is it Willem?
Don't. Everybody is looking.
I could really use a massage.
My place, in half an hour?
Tess?
Angela?
Jesus Christ.
-Isn't it cute?
Well, cute...
Good day. I'd like to have
a loving embrace, please.
How are you?
Better?
-Yeah.
Theo was here.
-I heard, yes.
Work?
-Yes.
Yes?
-Acar campur.
He's coming to dinner
in a safe environment.
We can have a candid talk.
If Kamp has anything to say,
let him say it.
You are putting it off.
We don't know if he will say anything.
You have to push him
a little bit, Willem.
May I?
-Yes. Go on.
You talk in your sleep.
Who is this?
Where did you get that?
Answer.
This mug has been on our wall
for more than a week.
Not once did you say:
"The asshole who shot at you
looks just like my ex."
Ex or still boyfriend?
Let me go. Let me go, Theo.
Let me go.
Willem is coming too.
Yes, of course.
Yes, we are sort of back together,
more or less.
We'll see you there. Bye-bye.
The rest is coming. Go change.
Tess, are you ready?
-Yes, almost.
I'm not going.
-What?
Sorry, duty calls.
Did you order this?
-Yes.
This suddenly came up.
-Willem, you promised.
Perhaps I'll join you later, okay?
I just told everyone
we're coming together.
Joyce, Annemarie, Thérèse...
They are expecting us.
And Edith is asking questions...
I'll do my best, but first I...
Or don't you want to be seen with me?
What do you think?
Well, then.
Let's go, Mom.
-His loss.
See you later? Do I look nice?
You bet.
-Come, Mom. Let's dance.
Theo.
-Come to my place, right now.
Why?
-You must come.
Now.
Willem.
-Theo, listen...
When I invite you to dinner,
I don't mean at your place.
You have a microwave?
-I don't.
But it's hotter and tied to my bed.
I know who the mole is.
What do you mean? Who is it?
Jesus!
Willem, I'm glad you're here.
-Let her go.
When you told me who knew, it clicked.
He's full of it.
She hooked up with the shooter. Look.
Move away. Don't touch that.
Seriously?
Step away.
Put that away.
-Step away.
You need to see this.
Willem, stand down.
I'm going to show you.
Look.
Look at it.
Look at it.
Can you look, man?
Are you crazy? What's wrong with you?
Are these prawn crackers?
I love them.
Yes, and gado-gado, daging rujak...
Lovely.
Lemper ayam...
-Right.
Ayam pedis and the beans you like.
Lovely. Want something to drink?
Yes, I'd love a beer.
-I'll get it.
Since when?
Yesterday.
Since that investigation.
And you believed him?
Yes, I did. He had a whole wall full.
A wall full of what?
-Photos, Theo. Photos of you...
and people you met over the years:
The Flemish mafia...
Antwerp.
Antwerp, yes.
What about the Belgian criminals?
It goes back nine years.
It's about my father, okay?
He disappeared nine years ago.
Out of nowhere.
Poof: gone.
I looked for him in Flanders,
where he was last seen.
All I found was his wedding ring.
The hotel room was empty:
no clothes, shoes, socks, nothing.
Even the courtesy soaps were gone.
My father was a personal bodyguard.
He was in the military,
and they forced him to retire.
He saw that as a challenge.
Who was he protecting?
Guy Moliers. Ring a bell?
King of the Antwerp mafia.
It was nine years ago.
I started a private investigation.
Who cares?
Blok apparently,
but he drags out all this shit.
I don't know what Blok told you,
but I do not leak.
We do it together, or we don't do it.
Understood?
Okay?
Did she give you a name?
What?
Of the shooter?
I didn't hear you say sorry.
Okay.
Perhaps I should have
come to you first.
A name? No. She's not talking.
Says I'm seeing ghosts.
-Theo, perhaps we are.
Stay there. I'll get you an ice cream.
Right. Here we go.
The wire is only
transmitting rock music.
That's right.
Why is that, Willem?
The situation is not like we thought,
but don't worry.
-Willem...
Once I have a better perspective...
What's going on?
You're being vague.
Who is he?
Leon Duinkerk. We met in high school.
He was the toughest boy in the class.
After some time, I found out
he had bad friends, bad money.
I was accepted to the Police Academy,
so I ended it.
We had no future.
But a few months later, he came over
with a film he made of me...
...and blackmailed me.
What kind of film?
Oh, that kind of film.
Who is there?
-It's under control, but I gotta go.
If you hang up now,
this collaboration is over.
If I gave him bits of information,
he wouldn't post the film...
-Stop.
I thought about what story
you could tell me
so that I might pity you,
but I couldn't.
I don't trust you.
That boy was 24,
about to be a father.
You gave him away...
I didn't know they'd hurt him.
The trouble started when you meddled.
Excuse me?
-You made them panic.
You've got a lot of gall, you know?
Hang up now, and I'll make sure
you never get another job.
Think!
Niessen.
You don't look before you leap.
True, and I should have.
I fell for you with eyes open.
That was not an act.
I really am crazy about you.
Maartje? Tell me it isn't true.
I want a lawyer.
Can I have cigarette?
You smoke?
-No.
Sounds good. It took me 20 years
to develop that cough.
We could use her against
that Duinkerk.
I mean, Blok still wants to nail you.
Jozias.
If we nab the shooter tonight...
...we have something for
the justice department.
Yes.
-You are used to cigars, aren't you?
All I heard were rumors
about a huge shipment.
The largest amount
of cannabis in Europe,
Leon said.
I am only in touch with Leon,
no one else.
But he works for someone,
somebody higher up.
Leon is not the top.
Freddy van Nuenen?
If you want me to do this,
I want something in return.
I want to be moved to another region
for the questioning.
Fine.
And protection afterward.
If they know I gave up Leon,
I'm dead... if I'm not already.
What's the address?
Stop. Stop right here.
He lives at number 49.
Move over.
Open your blouse.
-Excuse me?
No, absolutely not.
Yes, you will.
-It's too dangerous.
Let's go to the station.
Plenty of colleagues there.
Okay, say something.
-Something, something. Help.
Try having a normal
conversation,
the way you usually operate.
Let him ask the questions.
He might drop names.
Good luck.
Hi.
-Couldn't you call first?
No.
-What's up?
You look stressed out.
Can we talk in private? I have news.
-Come in.
There's interference. I'm losing her.
I'm losing the signal.
Theo, Theo, Theo...
Why don't you join me?
You're standing around.
I have important information,
but I want something.
What do you have?
-I want double my fee.
Well, well.
Yes or no?
More risk costs more.
They know about the cannabis...
its new location.
How do you know?
From that cop you're screwing, Kamp?
Give me a break.
The team is bragging about it.
They want to catch you soon.
-How soon?
I don't know, Leon.
Maybe tonight.
Jesus Christ.
Ever wear that necklace I gave you?
Sometimes.
It's at home, I think.
Don't bullshit me.
If I clean it up,
it's going to cost me.
I'm not bullshitting you.
Hey, it's me.
We have to leave tonight.
Yes, all the shit.
No, I don't know where he is.
I'll come personally.
You ruined my evening off.
I have to go now.
Do I go or stay here?
-No.
A cop is a cop to them,
even if you're hot.
Join me in there for old times' sake.
I don't think so.
You really care about him.
I should tell him how you
treat your exes.
Get lost.
I'll be in touch.
Do I get double?
Fuck!
What?
-She's coming.
You bastard!
He could've seen you.
Good one with the cannabis.
I'm never wearing this again.
Good acting. I believe you again.
If they move it,
you'd better be there.
At least it will lead you
to one of his bosses.
Follow him.
Marcel, Theo and Willem here.
I'll put you on speaker phone.
We need backup.
We're following a man who'll take us
to the shipment.
Four extra men would be nice.
No.
-What do you mean?
No, as in no.
Blok has forbidden all big
operations for 48 hours.
Don't ask why, but he did.
We have the shooter in our sights.
This guy shot at us...
Go to the justice department.
I'm not doing it.
He has his reasons.
I'm not getting burned by this.
Bye-bye.
Here.
What did you tell Blok?
Hello, he suspects you.
Then call him.
Call him and tell him everything.
I can't call Blok now.
-Why not?
Marcel won't let us.
I'll get to Blok when I have Marcel.
But Marcel said to call Blok.
Guys...
-There.
Niessen.
-We're not getting backup.
That's right.
-May we ask why?
We? Are you with Kamp?
Is he listening?
We need extra men.
We're in the middle of...
Why don't you come to the office
on Monday, and we can talk there.
I have guests at home now...
-Wait.
This is ridiculous.
We have a suspect...
-Then I wish you luck.
You choose to work with Kamp,
and on Monday you'll explain why.
Funny.
That's my service gun.
It's clever meeting up here.
No one will notice.
Theo is right.
You would lose him there alone.
It's way too busy.
You can't go after Leon
by yourself. Trust me.
Or how do you plan to proceed?
I know I was wrong,
but I am your colleague.
Shall I go with you?
You can't... Thank you.
Bloemstraat 49.
-Bloemstraat 49.
Yes, drive.
I'm driving.
-Step on it.
Hey, take it easy.
Take it easy.
What are you doing?
You can't go after Leon by yourself.
Trust me. I've known him...
Willem. Goddamn it. Willem.
You can't do this... Jesus.
Fuck.
Get off my property.
Your property, no less. Go figure.
So you think I'm a dirty cop,
or how do you say it, corrupt?
Bettina, go call someone.
Yes, do that Bettina,
and say he screwed a huge catch.
You sure it's huge?
Probably an empty container.
A suspect is leading
us to a truckload.
How grand.
We need four men. That's all.
Are you panicking a little bit?
-What?
Are you in trouble?
Are your mates tired of you?
All I want from you
is a complete statement.
What you have leaked
and who you work for.
Until then...
stay away from me.
Fine, we will do it on our own.
Enjoy your evening.
I get why you're bored.
Right, guys. Let's party.
Hey, Willem.
-Hi. Have you been drinking?
You drank beer?
Where's your mom?
Mom is...
You two have been at it.
-You must catch up.
Want a drink?
-No, I can't stay...
Let's dance.
-I'm working.
Of course you are.
Perhaps I'll see you later.
Have fun.
Could I borrow your phone?
Borrow my phone?
-My battery is flat.
Can I borrow it?
-Of course not.
I'm a detective. Come on.
Anyone can say that.
Here.
Well?
You wanna get free calls
for being a cop?
I pay the bill every month.
Can you take off the cuffs?
This is Theo Kamp.
Leave a message after the beep. Bye.
Theo, where is the backup?
Emiel Faassen is his contact.
Call me back.
Did you know?
Maartje, did you know this?
So Faassen Jr. is Leon's contact?
Emiel, yes. My daughter is seeing him.
I didn't know that.
Leon doesn't tell me anything.
Why would he tell me that?
What are you doing?
Theo, give me some good news.
Blok won't help.
How is Emiel Faassen?
I'm tailing him now.
I can be there in 20 minutes.
Theo, hurry. I can't do this alone.
Is Maartje with you?
-Of course.
She's your backup.
Emiel is walking toward a warehouse.
Don't lose him. I'll be there.
Damn you, asshole.
-Thank you.
Give me my phone.
Knock it off.
That is Freddy van Nuenen's bodyguard.
The cannabis is in that van.
It has to be.
Are we following him?
If we leave, we'll lose that cannabis.
Okay, but going in alone is suicide.
Come on...
Take these off.
Come on.
Can I trust you?
Willem, I'm on your side.
Trust me.
Hurry up, will you?
Jesus.
Willem. We should split up.
Follow me.
-You're saying that...
You will follow me.
Okay, you go...
Maartje. Goddamn...
Shit.
Police! Hands in the air,
all of you!
On your knees! Hands behind your neck!
I said on your knees!
How many of there are you?
Step away from the weapon!
On your knees!
Hands on your neck! Now!
On your knees.
On your knees.
Where were you running to?
The crapper? On your knees.
On your knees. Hands behind your neck.
Behind the neck...
No wonder you didn't answer.
Holy fuck.
So, Meeuwis, you'll be famous.
You'll be on the news.
Hands behind your neck.
Why don't you call them?
-Who?
All of them.
Goddamn it.
Jesus, Theo.
That woman is crazy about you.
Get down.
There is another leak,
a second mole in the department.
And who would that be?
How can we move that stuff,
without the press finding out?
A fake transport?
Fuck.
-Out! Get out of the van, now!