Force (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Don't Bogart That Joint - full transcript

After a major drug bust, Theo and Willem are promoted to the Major Crime division. Theo insists to cover for turncoat Maartje, who is shot at o the way to his home, admits having leaked to the drug gang for years but maintains there's a high-level leak unknown even to her. That is prove when hours after a top-secret meeting, the plans for a decoy transport while the drugs are transported to Belgium for incineration are leaked and the inconspicuous truck is robbed.

Four people knew
Hans was at the hospital.

-Don't touch that.
-She's involved with the shooter.

-Oh, Jesus.
-We could use her, you know.

No lies.

-If I tell them to move it, they will.
-It's true.

Follow him.

Emiel Faassen is their contact.

Hands up! All of you!

On your knees! On your knees!

REDEMPTION

I had to stay here. I couldn't leave.



It would be great if you did that.
Thank you.

See you later.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

we are still counting...

but I will not mince words.

The good news is that last night...

we found an illegal
cannabis warehouse.

And judging by the number of packets,

I can say it is the biggest catch...

that we have ever had in this area.

Who do you think gives him wood?

The red-faced one.

-And I mean in Europe.
-Hey guys.

That was brilliant.



Come on.

Maartje...

The bad news is that
we don't have any bad news.

Follow me, and I'll show you.

Unbelievable.

Detectives in Tilburg
have been effective...

and I am happy to be part of
of this police force.

This has enabled us to...

Name all the animals
beginning with the letter A.

What?

An elephant, a monkey,
a stork, a squirrel...

Aardvark, albatross...

No...

What?

-The joke is to name animals...
-Aardvark.

That do not start with an A.

So what do we do with... everything?

What? We just charge her.

-She did help us last night.
-Yes.

The same shit she got us into.

She betrayed us.

-Betrayed us?
-What would you call it?

-Damn it, press here as well.
-Okay.

-Take the back entrance?
-No, this is fine.

Well? Come on.

Theo?

Can I stop by my place?

Clean clothes.

It looks like I won't be out
for a while, so...

-Don't do that.
-What?

Assume I have a soft spot for you.

Come on.

Don't Bogart that joint, my friend.

Pass it over to me.

-What are you singing?
-Don't you know it?

Humphrey Bogart always
had a cigarette in his mouth,

and hippies would pretend
that he should pass the joint.

Right.

Congratulations, guys. Goddamn it.

Had I known, I wouldn't
have been so abrupt.

From now on, you will do the
investigation from the fourth floor.

Really?

Welcome back.
You didn't waste any time.

This afternoon: big meeting...
with bigwigs.

With the intelligence agency?

-Yes.
-Intelligence?

Intelligence.

I understand you helped
these two cowboys last night.

Well, yes. Well, sort of.

Yes, quite a lot.

Then you are part of the team.

This afternoon at 2.

-I'm taking Maartje to her place.
-Why?

To get some stuff, clean clothes.

-What?
-She's had enough.

Go.

-Congrats, Theo.
-Thanks.

Congratulations.

-My hero.
-Right. Theo?

-I'm booking interrogation room 2.
-Yeah.

Be on time.

Understood.

I brought you clothes.
-Great. Where's Tessa?

How could you let her go?

What do you mean?

She's 16, not a child.
Besides, you won't say why.

We have evidence against the boy.

Such as, such as he's into narc...

He sells joints.

Joints. Jesus, man.

All kids smoke joints.

As if you were a good boy.

You've smoked joints.

Me? Not at all.

You're exaggerating.

He's more than just a runner.

She won't see him until I know more.

Or that Gaby.

Could you look after your own child

once in a while?

Sorry.

Okay?

Sorry.

Mrs. Niessen.

-We have to question the suspects.
-I'm coming.

Go catch some criminals.

I'll keep an eye on her.

I don't think so.

What?

That you are soft with me.

I'm not?

I'm quite sure.

They know it was me.

An interrogation room
is a safe place now.

But we had a deal...

That I'm not questioned here.

Yes, dear,
but I have to arrange it first.

-What?
-You called me "dear."

I know you think the same.
-Now you read minds?

Convenient.

-Don't do this.
-What?

This, refuting me all the time.

I don't know what will happen,
but I'm involved now.

Get down.

No. No, no, no...

No, no!

... it's crawling with press.

We just heard that
at least five suspects

have been arrested.

No information on their identities

or nationalities.

Rumors that it concerns henchmen

of gambling boss Freddy van Nuenen

have not been confirmed.

I'm in front of the warehouse
where they found

the massive amount of drugs...

with a street value
of 35 million euros.

As you can see, it has attracted
the international press.

Quiet little Tilburg is experiencing
a major American-like situation.

We have to get rid of it.
What do you usually do?

Usually Harold smokes it.
That was a joke.

We burn it...

usually on the spot...

but given the size,
that would be impossible in this case.

Maybe move it to Roosendaal...

the incineration plant.

Jesus, a logistical nightmare.

-Yes, sorry.
-Thanks a lot.

And you requested
a mobile tap on E. Faassen?

Yes, Emiel Faassen,
the youngest son of a contractor.

Yes, I know Faassen.

Mick Faassen knows half the people
on the city council.

Be cautious.

His brother led us to that warehouse.

Still need Blok's approval.

Is there something
between you and Blok

that I should know?

Lower the door handle and push.

Mr. Grotendorst,
I'll be right with you.

Kindly wait downstairs.

Gentlemen, congratulations.
Quite a result.

-Thanks. Piece of cake?
-No thanks.

-I'd like to see my five clients.
-Of course.

If we can talk to your boss,

"The gambling king."
Or is he too busy?

I assume you mean Mr. van Nuenen.

He has nothing to do with this.

We have five of his men downstairs.

Found by a big pile of cannabis

in a warehouse in his name.

Derrik Vlieland, Hector Costa,
Koos de Wit,

Matthijs Faber, Meeuwis Welkers.

Let me know when you have
something on van Nuenen.

Shall we?

All yours.

And Kamp?

I'll call him.

Okay, go inside.

Don't open, even if you
think it's me,

or if someones rings the doorbell.

-And how do I get in?
-Right.

-And you?
-I'll find a place to question you.

And what if I flee?

-What?
-They just fired at you.

And I am scared.

Go. Come on, sit.

Let Erik-Jan lead this.
He's more experienced.

-Kamp?
-I'm trying to ring him.

What are you doing, man?

Arresting an innocent.
You should be fired.

Another scumbag.
How many can you get in a day?

Keep threatening her and you'll see.

Threaten who? What?

I want to speak to a solicitor.

Are we going to start or what?

Theo, what?

-You booked number two?
-Where's Maartje?

Where is she?

We were fired at.

You confess who did it.

I want my lawyer.

Are we talking or what?

-Theo, where is she?
-At my place.

What? Who is with her?
No one. She's safe.

Let's deal with this first.

Jesus, she's got you by the balls.

We're going to Marcel.

Hey. Relax...

What the fuck? Are you crazy?

Damn it.

You weren't there, okay?

You're a detective, okay?

I am. That's right.

And you, conspiring with that idiot

behind my back.

But now it has to be by the book.

Knock it off.

Damn it, knock it off!

-Marcel.
-What?

-Can we talk?
-I am dealing with these pricks.

I'm turning myself in.

Can I talk to you in a private room?

That one?
Now, before I change my mind.

I'll do it if Theo is there.

What the hell is this?

We should do this first.

You stay here.

You'll have to explain.

Right, what is going on?

Why is the meeting here?

For the past four years,
I have leaked information

to criminal organizations
in Tilburg...

in exchange for money.

I confessed to Theo
and Willem Niessen yesterday.

Tessa.
You rang me 18 times.

-Sweetie, where are you?
-On my way home.

With who?

We'll continue this conversation
in an interrogation room.

Anyone can listen in.

Its made for that.

You have very few rights.

I don't trust the men
in the department.

-Trust...?
-You don't get...

-You don't make the rules.
-Listen!

Don't come with excuses.

You don't get it.

I leaked information at times.

It was wrong, but it was small.

Hans Verolme was the first
big tip that I...

Listen...

The big tips...

The real information
is leaked by someone else.

There is a second leak,

a second mole inside the team.

Someone in...
You have a lot of nerve!

Leon told me once when he was drunk.

The next day he played dumb.

He wasn't supposed to tell me.
It is a big secret.

Who is this alleged mole?

-Sorry.
-Do you at least have a name?

No, he doesn't know,

but Leon says it's an old employee.

Lovely story... truly.

A great imagination.
Put it to good use.

I suppose you want a deal:

-a reduced sentence for a name.
-I want a safe house.

I don't trust this unit.

Because this place
teams up with killers.

Marcel, she helped us.
She didn't have to.

-And now Tilburg is after her.
-I bet.

But the mole isn't here.

Perhaps it's you.

-Goddamn...
-Easy. Wait.

Marcel, congratulations.

We have high-level visitors

Congratulations to you too, Kamp.

You must be the lady involved.

-Jozias Blok.
-Hi.

Pardon me.

Put her in C3.
We'll deal with her later.

You: in my office after the meeting.

Right.

No problem. Thank you for telling me.

Nothing is wrong,
but stay home tonight,

and I'll see you both for dinner.

Right, now I'm worried.

Don't be, sweetie. I'll explain later.

Niessen, we're ready.

We'll talk later.

I don't want to be here.

I'll fix it with Marcel.

Were you gonna tell me
about the mole?

Yes.

You see why I want to go?

I trust no one here.

What's his name?

Wait, I got it: Theo.

Me. You can trust me.

-I know.
-Okay.

Yes? All right, fine.

He's in the elevator.

I suggest that I open the meeting
and, Marcel...

you can take over after that.

Any ideas on how to move drugs

from the warehouse unnoticed?

We were thinking
of a dummy transport to...

Gentlemen. Jozias.

Go ahead.

I hope you don't stand at meetings.

Allow me to welcome you.

I already congratulated everyone,

but let me intro...

Jozias, wait.

Is that a camera or a smoke detector?

It is a smoke detector.

The room is for internal meetings

among ourselves.

No one can see or hear us here?

Jozias,

clarify this.

Was it your brilliant idea
to call the media,

or was it a coincidence?

When it comes to drugs,
our lovely country

is Europe's weed junkie,
and you point a camera at it.

Hey, are you cracked in the head?

Okay, boys. Who made this catch?

Willem Niessen and his partner,
Theo Kamp.

My congratulations.
Terrific result.

Are you his partner?

No, I'm Erik-Jan Bol,
crime department.

-Theo is...
-Theo Kamp is writing the report.

What now, Theo?

-Violent again?
-Leave her alone.

What are you saying?

If you are not behind this,
you know who is.

So tell them to walk away.

Walk away?

I don't know who did,

but they discovered your weakness.

And you know how I usually react.

All this aggression, Theo.
So vulgar.

Hey, Ard. Perfect timing, as usual.

Kamp...

Keep your hands off her.

Theo was telling me
about his true love.

It's like watching
All You Need Is Love.

Maestro.

So...

How do we organize the transport

without the media finding out?

That can't be too difficult.

What about a dummy transport?

How do you burn cannabis finds?

This quantity is new to us,

but Willem here has a few ideas.

Right, I thought...

We came up with a dummy transport.

We want the truck
we found the cannabis

in to depart empty from the warehouse,

and we assume
the media will follow it.

The actual cannabis
will be moved to Belgium.

-Why Belgium?
-Waste incinerators.

We approached Dutch companies,
but they refused.

Actually, it meant massive red tape.

They are private companies,
and they are worried

that it might hurt their image.

Burn waste, but don't care
about the image.

The media are not stupid.

How will you hide this from them?

One truck.

Nothing too obvious, so no security.

Two men:

me and someone with specific skills.

-I'm driving.
-So Erik-Jan and I.

Without any armed escort.

Our rules.

We have experience.
We can track you and follow you.

The fewer people who know, the better.

Everyone outside this room...

will believe that drugs
are going to Moerdijk.

Yes. Okay.

The less, the better.

When will you move it?

As soon as we're done here?

You think you two can carry
that responsibility?

Yes. Absolutely.

-Where do you cross the border?
-At the Teuten route.

-The what?
-The Teuten route.

We would cross the border...

here, at Turnhout.

It was a smuggler's route.

Yes, no nosey people, little traffic,

and they used to smuggle...

contraband across there.

Yes, and now we do the drugs.

This could work.

If no one here leaks it to the media.

Then we are done for today.

There's one little thing.

We would like to wiretap
one of our prime suspects:

Emiel Faassen.

I think that can be arranged,
right, Jozias?

It shouldn't be a problem.

-If he is a suspect...
-Okay, guys.

I am quite pleased.

Before we go,
do you have a decent cafeteria?

No, no. But we have cake.

"We have cake." I love Brabant.

-Jozias.
-Yes.

You two, good luck with this.

Don't fuck it up.

Come on, let's go.

Be careful, guys.

I do not like this.

Yes, okay. Fantastic, yes.

Good to hear.

The dummy transport worked.

-The media hounds fell for it.
-Very good.

Can I call you back?
I'm busy now.

Then why did you answer?

What's the matter?

I want to see Gaby.

You can't, Tessa.

That's what Mom said, but not why.

I have a good reason.
I'll tell you later.

-I'm going anyway.
-Going where?

To her house.

Is her brother Emiel there too?

-Why?
-Put your mother on.

-Why?
-Tess, put Mom on.

He wants you.

-Hi, I can't...
-Keep her home.

She's 16.

-What did he say?
-I'll be back soon, Angela.

I mean it.
Don't let her go see that boy.

She's furious. I can't tie her up.

Yes, you can.

-I'll be back in a few hours...
-That's my phone.

-Bye, Mom.
-Tessa!

Problems with the lady?

Something like that.

I couldn't even get my coat.

He just threw me in the car.

-Unbelievable.
-Yes. Well, see you.

Can I ride with you?

Who is picking you up?
-Nobody.

Be my guest.

Why did you pick him up?

You knew we had nothing on him.

To tell him something.
-What?

Not to touch other people's things.

Ah.

What's with Maartje?

Come on, I'm no fool.

Rumor has it she is in C3.

What's up?

If rumors are true,
they're not rumors.

I have no idea.

Voicemail.

Are Theo and you fighting?

We are always arguing.

I had an aunt who beat her husband.

Everything he did was wrong.

If he said the wrong thing...
she slapped him.

He died one day,

and she left the house
six months later.

And then she died too.

She couldn't live without him.

Who am I?
The aunt or the battered uncle?

Fuck.

Get out of the vehicle!

Come on, move it!

Move it. Get out!

Move it, move it!

Move it, move it!

Move it, move it!

Sit down.

On your knees. Sit down.

Sit down.

What are you looking at?
I could kill you.

Come on, get in. Now.

-Get in. Now.
-Go, go, go.

Damn it! This isn't happening!

-Are you okay?
-Okay?

5 million, man. And you ask that.

No signal.

What happened? Were you sleeping?

Kamp and Niessen again?

-What was it?
-We are looking at...

35 million down the tubes.

-Jozias...
-Have you gone mad over there?

And the media... Did they find out?

The media don't know yet.

Goddamn it! We look like idiots.

-The real question here is, how...
-Sort it out!

Who told them?

The exact location and time.

The operation was planned
four hours ago.

How did they know?

I would make a list

of all the people
who were at that meeting.

Do you really think one of us
tipped off those bastards?

-They put a gun to my head, man.
-Meaning?

Kamp and Niessen stay here.

Erik-Jan, put this fiasco on paper.

I want all the details.

Come on, lad, go now.

Get out!

-If you want to talk...
-I'll see you later.

So she was right after all,
we have to admit.

-Is she still in C3?
-Yes.

-Let's go talk to her.
-Who was right? Maartje?

Right about what? Hey.

Think carefully.

Did Duinkerk hint at someone?

No, no, for the 10th time.

I have to leave. I'm not safe here.

They won't be long.
Theo.

I have two colleagues in Eindhoven.

They can put her in a safe house.

And I have to trust
your pretty brown eyes?

I'll make that call.

Willem, a word?

I'm reading your wiretap,
but I'm leaving.

I'll update you.

Emiel Faassen.

So far it's mostly text messages

with friends and a girl.

But this is interesting...

Texting a girl? Can I see?

And here... Willem? Willem.

-Is that her?
-Yes.

Hey guys, thanks.

-Are you ready?
-Yes.

Is that them?

Yes. Koppe and Machielse.

Everybody is looking.

Shall I show them my ass?

Smile. That looks good.

-Guys.
-Theo.

Hey, Willem.

What a surprise!

-Coming for Tessa?
-Yes, is she here?

-Yes, in the back.
-With Gaby?

No, with Emiel.

Mom, are they in the back?

Yes, they are.

Hello, Mr. Niessen. Niessen, right?

-Yes. Willem.
-Willem.

And you have come for Tessa?

Yes.

You have a delightful daughter...

and I believe Emiel
feels the same way.

They get along quite well.

You want a drink?

Yes, sit down.

-Beer? Coffee?
-No thank you. May I?

Okay, forget it.

Let's go.

-Why are you here?
-Come now.

-Get your things.
-Don't touch me.

-Can we talk?
-Jesus, Willem!

-Like two adults?
-Of course.

Wait in the car.

-No.
-Tessa, go on.

I'm sure you're a fine young man,
but far too old.

-She's 16.
-She's quite mature for her age.

What do you want with her?

What do you mean?

Love.

You can't stop that.

I want you to stop seeing her,
and that's my final word.

How terrifying.

-Everything okay?
-Yes, just fine.

Understood?

Completely.

What was that about?

I'll tell you one day.

I wouldn't wait too long.

-Can they be trusted?
-I'd stake my life on it.

-Who all knows I'm here?
-Marcel and I.

Thanks for driving me.

What was that?

The last one.

We won't see each other again.

I'll be at the questioning,
and that's it.

I decide who I kiss.

He is bonkers.

You live here under my rules.

-No way.
-You need to back me up.

-Drop dead!
-What happened?

Darling, you can't keep...

Without any explanation!

-Colleague.
-Theo. Busy?

-No, I just...
-Great.

Feel like helping me
nail this Emiel Faassen?

-Be right there.
-See you in a bit.

What an unusual place to meet.

How do you know they're here?

They didn't give you an address.

What do you want with Emiel?
He's no good.

-Sounds kind of personal.
-The boy is a criminal.

Look.

He must be around here.

You didn't get authorization for this.

What will you tell Marcel
if we nab him?

You'll make up something.

-It'll be fine.
-Make something up?

This is your thing.

You make your own plan.

Feels like shit, right?

-Fascinating.
-Right.

Take it easy.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Freddy, I swear.

I didn't know it was going to Belgium.

Bullshit.
Where is it?

Your stuff? What the fuck?

It was a 50-50 deal.

Let me stand up, man.

Stay where you are.

I hate bloodshed, guys.

One last time, and I'll hang up.

I can't stand it.

-Where is the cannabis?
-Freddy, no idea.

Wait.

-Police!
-Police!

-Put down your weapon!
-Now!

-Weapon down now!
-Weapon down! Now!

Now!

Weapon down. Now.

Relax.

On your knees.

-Stop! Emiel!
-Willem.

-On your knees.
-Emiel!

Emiel, stop!

Hands on your neck.

Easy.

Emiel, stop!

-Hands in the air.
-Mr. Niessen, why are you here?

Tessa is not here.

-I can't breathe...
-Easy, son.

Take it easy.

Take it easy. Please, son.

Willem, let go of him.

Willem, let him go.

Come.

-Hello, darling.
-Hi, how are things?

Super.

Who fired first?
-Emiel Faassen.

Are you certain?

I know that you are no good.

Sooner or later, I will prove it.

Give me the guilty party
and avoid more bloodshed.

Willem!
-Tessa! Tessa!

-Tessa!
-Help! Willem!