Force (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Pannenkoek - full transcript
Leon Duinkerk from high school.
-Leave her alone.
-What do you mean?
Threaten her and I'll pick you up.
There is a second leak
in the crime department.
In the team?
How dare you...
Koppe and Machielse
can keep her safe.
What is Theo doing
with Belgian criminals?
Looking for this?
Boobie? Boobie?
Get out of the vehicle! Now!
Who told them?
Make a list of everyone
at the meeting.
-Lay down your weapon!
-Now!
-Niessen, right?
-Willem.
You have a delightful daughter.
I believe Emiel feels the same way.
Emiel is their contact.
My daughter is dating him.
Emiel, stop!
-Hands in the air.
-Tessa's not here.
I can't breathe...
Easy. Take it easy, son.
NO RESTRICTIONS
Are you okay?
Yes. I'm fine. Fine.
We didn't find the weed
we were counting on...
Is this the first time you...
Marcel, this stays between us.
What?
We never release the officers' names.
Don't worry, Willem.
Good.
I just wanted to know.
Hand in your weapon.
Right.
Take tomorrow off.
Get your head together.
That won't be necessary.
Should I be worried?
No, he followed regulations.
-That's not what I mean.
-I know.
I'll keep an eye on him.
And how are you?
I'm fine.
You were at the scene again.
-Hey.
-Is she up yet?
Don't know. I'm at the car.
Walk over there.
How old are you? 60?
All right.
You are in love.
-She asks about you.
-What does she ask?
All kinds of things.
Love is in the air.
Damn it.
Still on women's magazines?
She didn't have anything else.
Your boyfriend.
Pink undies.
-Are you surviving with those two?
-Yes.
It's really cosy.
Clean towels every morning,
and chocolates on my pillow...
-Did you arrest Leon yet?
-No.
Are you calling to see how I'm doing?
-Emiel Faassen is dead.
-What?
Is Leon behind it?
I think we should talk.
I hear you have put Maartje
in a safe house?
Maartje was in a cell
when it went down.
She didn't tip...
It has nothing to do with that.
I get that.
We have a leak,
and it's someone close.
Here's a list of people who knew
all about the weed...
everyone at the intelligence meeting.
You crossed off your name.
Yes, I crossed myself off...
because I work for the law.
And I don't?
-Coffee?
-No, thank you.
Why is it logical
to cross yourself off?
Willem Niessen is on the list.
You have trouble trusting people.
For you, it's quite easy.
Isn't it?
The entire unit is compromised.
Everything we do and say
ends up on the street.
So...
-I want to create some order.
-With my help?
You and your colleague
think I'm a fool.
Well...
Willem suggested driving
the weed across the border...
for so-called safety reasons.
They were robbed...
and if that isn't enough,
your partner kills Emiel Faassen.
-No witnesses.
-You've got some nerve.
First you set Willem against me,
now you want me to get him?
Stop it, Kamp,
with your feigned innocence.
Do you think I won
this position in a contest?
You two work together.
Niessen is rotten like you.
He shouldn't even be on that list.
I'd stake my cock on that,
and I'm quite attached to it.
One of these days,
I will formally indict you.
And that day is getting closer.
Yes, but it's not today.
This summit meeting is over.
Can you wipe your feet before you go?
Thanks.
Well. Are you sure
you made enough?
Do you want it with bacon? Cheese?
Bacon and cheese?
Or apple? You can have that too.
As you wish.
What's wrong?
Gaby just texted me that...
Tell me sweetie.
She says that Emiel is dead.
It can't be. Right?
It cannot be.
You haven't told her you shot him?
No, and she doesn't need to know.
What if she finds out
that you shot her boyfriend?
He was not her boyfriend.
My name will not be released.
-But what if someone tells her?
-Willem.
I heard about last night.
Are you okay?
Yes, Harold. And you?
Who told you?
Everybody's talking about it.
Take it easy, man.
Right.
What did I tell you?
This is unacceptable.
We will investigate.
-Will you listen?
-Provincial amateurs.
There. Done.
Already?
I typed it last night.
Have Marcel give this
to Internal Affairs.
Then you can go home now.
Home? And do what?
We have a suspect in 3.
Let's put the screws to him.
What do you expect?
For me to sit and cry?
If I don't feel it, it's not there.
Wait, Willem.
This can't be ignored.
He fired. I fired back.
He missed. I didn't.
It's not that hard.
You shot and killed someone.
As if you've never killed anyone.
I've shot a few, but not killed them.
You seem more troubled than I am.
-I'm trying to help.
-You're not.
Where are you going?
To interrogation room 3.
No, you're in 4 with Internal Affairs.
It was self-defense.
It's in the report.
You can tell them about it.
-But...
-No buts.
It's procedure in shooting incidents.
I'll help Theo.
-You don't need to. I...
-No buts.
What is it with you boys?
-I didn't say but.
-You just did.
I repeated what you said.
Emiel did indeed fire at you,
but he was on his knees.
Who fired first?
It's all in my report.
I'm asking you here, now.
Emiel Faassen.
If you are lying,
the consequences will be dire.
I am certain.
This is not my first time
investigating you, Willem...
and I mean this month.
That's... It has...
-That means nothing.
-Put yourself in my position.
I see a wild pursuit, a dead informant
and a weed transport
stolen on your watch.
And then you kill a suspect
in your investigation.
What do you think...
after you add it all up?
-You're not supposed to...
-Stop the stupid jokes.
-How well do you remember it all?
-I remember everything.
After traumatic events,
memories can become...
distorted.
Not in my case.
The suspect fired once,
and I fired back in self-defense...
Well, what have you got?
He was a gambler. That's all I know.
-I had to talk to him.
-Who told you to?
I don't remember.
We both heard Freddy's voice.
Freddy?
We have your phone.
We will check it.
We both saw it.
Gun to his head, abusing him.
Or do you want to play tough?
I hit the suspect in the chest.
My actions were
proportional and necessary.
Someone read the manual.
He fired first. I fired back.
That's it.
Do you question my report?
Not at this time.
Good. Can I go?
I'm worried about the human aspect.
How are things at home?
How is that related?
-Nothing has changed.
-I'm trying to help.
I didn't ask anyone for help,
but everybody insists.
I'm fine. I do my job
and will continue to do it.
-Some men find it difficult...
-I am not "some men."
Call her...
if you think too much about it.
This is serious.
I am a police officer.
I'm aware of the consequences.
We are expecting
the ballistic report in a few days.
-And my weapon?
-In a few days.
You can catch up with your paperwork.
I have nothing to catch up on.
No wonder.
Theo.
It's your word against his.
His phone is encrypted.
We don't know who he rang.
Stay away from Freddy van Nuenen.
-Why?
Because of your history together.
The press hasn't forgotten.
I might as well go home then.
He won't talk.
I hope I was clear:
Stay away from Freddy.
Yes, all right.
Theo, Freddy van Nuenen here.
-I was thinking about you.
-Wanna talk to me?
Over fish?
-What?
-I have fresh eel.
How about you stop by later?
-In De Biecht?
-No, at my house.
Good, I'm on my way.
Mr. Niessen, what are you doing here?
Mr. Niessen, what are you doing here?
Fresh from the Donge River.
Caught and smoked them myself.
I love this city.
Do you love Tilburg?
Wanted to tell me something?
You don't know what
you're getting yourselves into...
with that cannabis.
You're worried you won't get
your 35 million.
35 million worth of cannabis.
All by myself.
I'm not saying I'm involved in it,
because I'm not.
But if I were involved,
I'd never be in it alone.
-Catch my drift?
-No.
Look, I have two pubs,
six warehouses,
seven trailer trucks...
a train wagon
and a Chinese take-away.
If I had to keep track of everything,
I'd be at it 24/7.
I'm basically a nice guy.
But this generation is another story.
Those guys working for Faassen
think they live in a game.
They don't care if they shoot anyone.
Is that a threat?
No, it's a warning.
People say you're responsible.
You lost the cannabis.
What's his name again?
That partner of yours?
Driessen?
Something like that.
No, tell me. Friessen?
Niessen.
An old war injury.
It's your anus, Freddy.
You started this.
People used to respect the cops.
But now?
Who knows?
You thought Emiel had your weed.
My weed. Again with that.
It's everybody's weed.
Name the guilty party soon,
or it will be war.
No one has ever died on my watch.
But we have one dead,
and more will follow.
It's an escalation.
I don't like that.
I take care of my boys.
You're one big, happy family.
That's right...
and the Faassen kid didn't belong.
If you point out the guilty party,
you'll prevent more bloodshed.
Where were you?
I was...
It's gone bad.
What's this?
What do we know
about Emiel Faassen?
He had gambling debts with Freddy.
-Black sheep of the family.
-But he's a screwup.
How did he get the information...
to steal Freddy's weed,
assuming it is Freddy's weed?
-He did get close.
-But how?
Emiel has nothing to offer Freddy.
He's a spoiled brat...
a little squirt.
So what if we broaden it.
-It's a family of contractors.
-Mick runs it now.
It's an international company.
International?
The Faassens do Freddy's distribution.
Yes, that's good.
We're still working on this.
-Let's go.
-Wait, we have to...
It's just an idea.
But your ideas pan out, don't they?
We have no proof.
What's the matter with you?
Here's a theory:
Freddy did the production
and the Faassens the distribution.
It went wrong.
Quite a theory. Jesus Christ.
You will give me a heart attack.
Not the sausages?
The Faassens are high up
Tilburg's totem pole, okay?
I've been trying to get Blok
off my back, so be careful.
We will be. Promise.
Let me look into something.
Fine.
What are you up to?
It's closed.
This is a bad idea.
We are only looking around.
What? You're not breaking...
That's what the torch is for?
If we find something, we can't use it.
If we find something,
we're on the right track.
Willem...
How about not waiting outside?
Damn it.
What are you looking for?
Distribution lists, foreign partners,
bills of lading,
That could take hours.
If the Faassens actually...
worked on Freddy's distribution,
there must be a trail.
Look there.
Stop. Police!
Stop.
Theo, no. Don't!
That motorcycle?
Maartje's ex, Leon Duinkerk.
A hard disk.
What is it for?
Let's find out.
You know this is illegal.
It came in the mail anonymously.
Hi, Harold.
Nice to see you.
Look what we brought you.
-Have a look at it.
-What is it?
A hard disk.
How hard is that?
Mine is much harder.
What's on it?
That, you will tell us.
Right, let's see.
Where did you get it?
I think they are folders of projects,
sorted by location, so Tilburg,
Rosmalen, Gilze...
Breda and Jiangjin.
China? What is there?
-A construction project?
-Blueprints, sketches...
-A project in China. Do you buy it?
-No.
So they use people from Tilburg.
And the Great Wall?
People from Tilburg.
-We can't use this.
-How weird.
I've been telling you all day.
But Mr. Niessen doesn't give a shit.
Theo, I won't let this go.
Willem, wait...
This is a secret.
Willem...
Where are you going with this?
I want them to know we're onto them.
If I set up someone like that,
you'd lose your shit.
But that wouldn't faze you.
-But at least let's...
-Offense is the best defense, Theo.
It's your call.
My condolences.
Mrs. Faassen, my condolences.
Can I help you?
I wonder if...
We wondered if we could talk to Mick.
Gaby.
-My condolences.
-Thank you.
My condolences.
How dare you come here.
I had...
-We had some questions..
-Shame on you.
It was a mistake. We're going.
Is that your work? To kill people?
That was my little brother.
Is that how you enforce the law,
little police officers?
You're lucky the whole family is here.
What?
I said that you are lucky
the whole family is here.
Take that however you want.
Mick, come on. Come.
Willem, give me the keys.
-What?
-I think I'd better drive.
Why don't you lie down?
I can't do this anymore.
Did you get ahold of Gaby?
No.
Still the voicemail.
I'd do the same.
-And what is that?
-Turn off my phone.
Hello, darling.
Hi. How's everything?
Super.
What's the matter?
I...
Willem, this is shocking.
And you're just telling us now?
I think we are going away
for a few days.
I have a good hotel for you.
We can find our own.
You won't have our location.
I have to know where you are.
-How else can I protect you.
-Protect us?
You already killed him, damn you.
It was the boy's fault.
Sorry. So...
Angela, those people
cannot be trusted.
Believe me.
He has... It's a long story.
Oh, god.
I'll call you back later.
-Hi.
-Hi, Bettina. Listen...
Our thing?
I'm not into relationships.
You knew that.
It's not what you think.
I came to say goodbye...
-and to warn you.
-That's the thing now...
-Warn me against what?
-About Jozias.
He's obsessed with getting you.
He stopped by this morning.
We are splitting up.
Because of...
It's the best decision
I've made in years.
-So thank you.
-For what?
You are a prick.
Good luck.
Kamp, a search warrant.
-I want to talk to you.
-Lovely, come on in.
Start with the den,
the room in back and the kitchen.
Take it easy. I just cleaned up.
-Those are condoms...
-I know what they are.
There are countries
where men like you, Kamp...
are shot or stoned to death...
...for committing adultery.
Good thing we live in this country.
I can put it another way, Kamp.
I don't have to lie.
I had a family.
It was a small family...
but it was my family...
and now it's broken...
because Bettina left.
Blok, you can't blame me
for your marital problems.
I know that you are rotten.
That whole cannabis rip-off...
the victim of the police shooting...
You're no good, and I'll prove it.
Do your thing, man...
But stop threatening me.
Guys, take it easy...
-Who is that?
-My father.
Maybe in his better days.
What are you looking for?
They don't stone you in this country.
Here we have jurisprudence...
so we need the facts
for a judge,
so we collect those facts.
This is confiscated.
If I find anything about you,
your Belgian contacts...
Listen to me!
I am a detective
whose father went missing
nine years ago.
Take responsibility for your own life,
and I'll take care of mine.
Don't bother me
with your fact-finding.
Do your thing.
Yes, I will.
If I don't find anything,
I'll be back.
Boys? Let's go.
Fuck!
Where are they?
-In The Blue Lotus.
-Oh, Tintin.
No, Angela said it
was a bed and breakfast.
-When?
-Yesterday.
Hey, guys.
That Faassen project in China...
You're welcome.
...hasn't even started yet.
They're waiting for materials.
A full container,
if you know what I mean.
Yes. Subtle.
Yes, and Harold?
Yeah, I'll keep it to myself.
Tan Yen. Chien Yen.
Tiyan-yin. Chiang yin?
Jiangjin.
It's a school,
but it's not clear
when it will be built.
Why build a school in China?
-Hi.
-'Hai'.
But the weed container
hasn't arrived there yet.
It's either on the way or in Tilburg.
Could I take that day off today?
-Day off? Oh, hi.
-Sure.
Will you work the weekend?
Of course.
Why the day off?
Don't work too hard.
Oh, I know why.
Emiel Faassen's funeral
is this afternoon.
Willem, I'm going with you.
Why?
I can't stop you,
so I'll ride with you...
-before you do anything stupid.
-Such as?
Do you think she's here?
I know her. She wouldn't pass this up.
You can't just go
and have some cake.
I just want to see her...
make sure she's all right.
Mr. Faassen wants to talk to you...
both of you.
Follow me.
Any guess?
We get cake after all.
Gentlemen.
Mr. Faassen,
if it's about us being here,
we were leaving.
Good.
I have something else in mind.
What happened
to my son...
is also my fault.
Emiel always was
the wildest of the three,
but him being in organized crime...
I blame myself for that.
My sons run the family business now.
But I left them a mess.
We are teetering...
on the brink...
of bankruptcy,
and only because
I was too old-fashioned,
too stubborn in my business.
That is why Emiel
got into drug dealing.
Easy money.
He wanted to help.
That's why he took to crime...
with the best intentions.
He wanted to save the business.
I just buried my son.
And I don't want
to bury the other soon.
What about Mick?
Is he the boss now?
Mick will do anything
to save the family business.
I just buried my son!
My Emiel.
Let it end there.
Leave us alone. I'll talk to Mick.
-And...
-And what?
It is your wife.
And you, Mr. Niessen,
please stay away
from my family.
That was a confession.
All good?
Come on.
There's nothing more here.
I keep asking myself...
"Why didn't I shoot him in the leg?"
Willem, stop it.
You acted properly.
The kid fired first. Period.
Yes? Did he?
Yes, he did.
You're driving yourself crazy.
This feeling goes away.
-Believe me.
-How would you know?
It's Tessa.
Yes?
Tessa, hi.
-What is it?
-I wanted to hear your voice.
You heard it. I'm hanging up now.
No, Tessa, wait. I am so sorry.
Right, I'm hanging up.
Okay, give my love to Mom.
Don't call me for a while.
I have...Hey. Let me go!
-Willem, Willem!
-Tessa?
-Tess. Tessa!
-Willem, the keys.
Help! Help, Willem! Help!
Fuck.
What is that?
Get off my...
-Where is she?
Who is behind this?
She says hello.
Fuck you!
Gentlemen, somewhere in the city...
two girls are being held captive.
-Two?
And I'm thinking,
there goes my night off.
Where is Leon Duinkerk?
-Leave her alone.
-What do you mean?
Threaten her and I'll pick you up.
There is a second leak
in the crime department.
In the team?
How dare you...
Koppe and Machielse
can keep her safe.
What is Theo doing
with Belgian criminals?
Looking for this?
Boobie? Boobie?
Get out of the vehicle! Now!
Who told them?
Make a list of everyone
at the meeting.
-Lay down your weapon!
-Now!
-Niessen, right?
-Willem.
You have a delightful daughter.
I believe Emiel feels the same way.
Emiel is their contact.
My daughter is dating him.
Emiel, stop!
-Hands in the air.
-Tessa's not here.
I can't breathe...
Easy. Take it easy, son.
NO RESTRICTIONS
Are you okay?
Yes. I'm fine. Fine.
We didn't find the weed
we were counting on...
Is this the first time you...
Marcel, this stays between us.
What?
We never release the officers' names.
Don't worry, Willem.
Good.
I just wanted to know.
Hand in your weapon.
Right.
Take tomorrow off.
Get your head together.
That won't be necessary.
Should I be worried?
No, he followed regulations.
-That's not what I mean.
-I know.
I'll keep an eye on him.
And how are you?
I'm fine.
You were at the scene again.
-Hey.
-Is she up yet?
Don't know. I'm at the car.
Walk over there.
How old are you? 60?
All right.
You are in love.
-She asks about you.
-What does she ask?
All kinds of things.
Love is in the air.
Damn it.
Still on women's magazines?
She didn't have anything else.
Your boyfriend.
Pink undies.
-Are you surviving with those two?
-Yes.
It's really cosy.
Clean towels every morning,
and chocolates on my pillow...
-Did you arrest Leon yet?
-No.
Are you calling to see how I'm doing?
-Emiel Faassen is dead.
-What?
Is Leon behind it?
I think we should talk.
I hear you have put Maartje
in a safe house?
Maartje was in a cell
when it went down.
She didn't tip...
It has nothing to do with that.
I get that.
We have a leak,
and it's someone close.
Here's a list of people who knew
all about the weed...
everyone at the intelligence meeting.
You crossed off your name.
Yes, I crossed myself off...
because I work for the law.
And I don't?
-Coffee?
-No, thank you.
Why is it logical
to cross yourself off?
Willem Niessen is on the list.
You have trouble trusting people.
For you, it's quite easy.
Isn't it?
The entire unit is compromised.
Everything we do and say
ends up on the street.
So...
-I want to create some order.
-With my help?
You and your colleague
think I'm a fool.
Well...
Willem suggested driving
the weed across the border...
for so-called safety reasons.
They were robbed...
and if that isn't enough,
your partner kills Emiel Faassen.
-No witnesses.
-You've got some nerve.
First you set Willem against me,
now you want me to get him?
Stop it, Kamp,
with your feigned innocence.
Do you think I won
this position in a contest?
You two work together.
Niessen is rotten like you.
He shouldn't even be on that list.
I'd stake my cock on that,
and I'm quite attached to it.
One of these days,
I will formally indict you.
And that day is getting closer.
Yes, but it's not today.
This summit meeting is over.
Can you wipe your feet before you go?
Thanks.
Well. Are you sure
you made enough?
Do you want it with bacon? Cheese?
Bacon and cheese?
Or apple? You can have that too.
As you wish.
What's wrong?
Gaby just texted me that...
Tell me sweetie.
She says that Emiel is dead.
It can't be. Right?
It cannot be.
You haven't told her you shot him?
No, and she doesn't need to know.
What if she finds out
that you shot her boyfriend?
He was not her boyfriend.
My name will not be released.
-But what if someone tells her?
-Willem.
I heard about last night.
Are you okay?
Yes, Harold. And you?
Who told you?
Everybody's talking about it.
Take it easy, man.
Right.
What did I tell you?
This is unacceptable.
We will investigate.
-Will you listen?
-Provincial amateurs.
There. Done.
Already?
I typed it last night.
Have Marcel give this
to Internal Affairs.
Then you can go home now.
Home? And do what?
We have a suspect in 3.
Let's put the screws to him.
What do you expect?
For me to sit and cry?
If I don't feel it, it's not there.
Wait, Willem.
This can't be ignored.
He fired. I fired back.
He missed. I didn't.
It's not that hard.
You shot and killed someone.
As if you've never killed anyone.
I've shot a few, but not killed them.
You seem more troubled than I am.
-I'm trying to help.
-You're not.
Where are you going?
To interrogation room 3.
No, you're in 4 with Internal Affairs.
It was self-defense.
It's in the report.
You can tell them about it.
-But...
-No buts.
It's procedure in shooting incidents.
I'll help Theo.
-You don't need to. I...
-No buts.
What is it with you boys?
-I didn't say but.
-You just did.
I repeated what you said.
Emiel did indeed fire at you,
but he was on his knees.
Who fired first?
It's all in my report.
I'm asking you here, now.
Emiel Faassen.
If you are lying,
the consequences will be dire.
I am certain.
This is not my first time
investigating you, Willem...
and I mean this month.
That's... It has...
-That means nothing.
-Put yourself in my position.
I see a wild pursuit, a dead informant
and a weed transport
stolen on your watch.
And then you kill a suspect
in your investigation.
What do you think...
after you add it all up?
-You're not supposed to...
-Stop the stupid jokes.
-How well do you remember it all?
-I remember everything.
After traumatic events,
memories can become...
distorted.
Not in my case.
The suspect fired once,
and I fired back in self-defense...
Well, what have you got?
He was a gambler. That's all I know.
-I had to talk to him.
-Who told you to?
I don't remember.
We both heard Freddy's voice.
Freddy?
We have your phone.
We will check it.
We both saw it.
Gun to his head, abusing him.
Or do you want to play tough?
I hit the suspect in the chest.
My actions were
proportional and necessary.
Someone read the manual.
He fired first. I fired back.
That's it.
Do you question my report?
Not at this time.
Good. Can I go?
I'm worried about the human aspect.
How are things at home?
How is that related?
-Nothing has changed.
-I'm trying to help.
I didn't ask anyone for help,
but everybody insists.
I'm fine. I do my job
and will continue to do it.
-Some men find it difficult...
-I am not "some men."
Call her...
if you think too much about it.
This is serious.
I am a police officer.
I'm aware of the consequences.
We are expecting
the ballistic report in a few days.
-And my weapon?
-In a few days.
You can catch up with your paperwork.
I have nothing to catch up on.
No wonder.
Theo.
It's your word against his.
His phone is encrypted.
We don't know who he rang.
Stay away from Freddy van Nuenen.
-Why?
Because of your history together.
The press hasn't forgotten.
I might as well go home then.
He won't talk.
I hope I was clear:
Stay away from Freddy.
Yes, all right.
Theo, Freddy van Nuenen here.
-I was thinking about you.
-Wanna talk to me?
Over fish?
-What?
-I have fresh eel.
How about you stop by later?
-In De Biecht?
-No, at my house.
Good, I'm on my way.
Mr. Niessen, what are you doing here?
Mr. Niessen, what are you doing here?
Fresh from the Donge River.
Caught and smoked them myself.
I love this city.
Do you love Tilburg?
Wanted to tell me something?
You don't know what
you're getting yourselves into...
with that cannabis.
You're worried you won't get
your 35 million.
35 million worth of cannabis.
All by myself.
I'm not saying I'm involved in it,
because I'm not.
But if I were involved,
I'd never be in it alone.
-Catch my drift?
-No.
Look, I have two pubs,
six warehouses,
seven trailer trucks...
a train wagon
and a Chinese take-away.
If I had to keep track of everything,
I'd be at it 24/7.
I'm basically a nice guy.
But this generation is another story.
Those guys working for Faassen
think they live in a game.
They don't care if they shoot anyone.
Is that a threat?
No, it's a warning.
People say you're responsible.
You lost the cannabis.
What's his name again?
That partner of yours?
Driessen?
Something like that.
No, tell me. Friessen?
Niessen.
An old war injury.
It's your anus, Freddy.
You started this.
People used to respect the cops.
But now?
Who knows?
You thought Emiel had your weed.
My weed. Again with that.
It's everybody's weed.
Name the guilty party soon,
or it will be war.
No one has ever died on my watch.
But we have one dead,
and more will follow.
It's an escalation.
I don't like that.
I take care of my boys.
You're one big, happy family.
That's right...
and the Faassen kid didn't belong.
If you point out the guilty party,
you'll prevent more bloodshed.
Where were you?
I was...
It's gone bad.
What's this?
What do we know
about Emiel Faassen?
He had gambling debts with Freddy.
-Black sheep of the family.
-But he's a screwup.
How did he get the information...
to steal Freddy's weed,
assuming it is Freddy's weed?
-He did get close.
-But how?
Emiel has nothing to offer Freddy.
He's a spoiled brat...
a little squirt.
So what if we broaden it.
-It's a family of contractors.
-Mick runs it now.
It's an international company.
International?
The Faassens do Freddy's distribution.
Yes, that's good.
We're still working on this.
-Let's go.
-Wait, we have to...
It's just an idea.
But your ideas pan out, don't they?
We have no proof.
What's the matter with you?
Here's a theory:
Freddy did the production
and the Faassens the distribution.
It went wrong.
Quite a theory. Jesus Christ.
You will give me a heart attack.
Not the sausages?
The Faassens are high up
Tilburg's totem pole, okay?
I've been trying to get Blok
off my back, so be careful.
We will be. Promise.
Let me look into something.
Fine.
What are you up to?
It's closed.
This is a bad idea.
We are only looking around.
What? You're not breaking...
That's what the torch is for?
If we find something, we can't use it.
If we find something,
we're on the right track.
Willem...
How about not waiting outside?
Damn it.
What are you looking for?
Distribution lists, foreign partners,
bills of lading,
That could take hours.
If the Faassens actually...
worked on Freddy's distribution,
there must be a trail.
Look there.
Stop. Police!
Stop.
Theo, no. Don't!
That motorcycle?
Maartje's ex, Leon Duinkerk.
A hard disk.
What is it for?
Let's find out.
You know this is illegal.
It came in the mail anonymously.
Hi, Harold.
Nice to see you.
Look what we brought you.
-Have a look at it.
-What is it?
A hard disk.
How hard is that?
Mine is much harder.
What's on it?
That, you will tell us.
Right, let's see.
Where did you get it?
I think they are folders of projects,
sorted by location, so Tilburg,
Rosmalen, Gilze...
Breda and Jiangjin.
China? What is there?
-A construction project?
-Blueprints, sketches...
-A project in China. Do you buy it?
-No.
So they use people from Tilburg.
And the Great Wall?
People from Tilburg.
-We can't use this.
-How weird.
I've been telling you all day.
But Mr. Niessen doesn't give a shit.
Theo, I won't let this go.
Willem, wait...
This is a secret.
Willem...
Where are you going with this?
I want them to know we're onto them.
If I set up someone like that,
you'd lose your shit.
But that wouldn't faze you.
-But at least let's...
-Offense is the best defense, Theo.
It's your call.
My condolences.
Mrs. Faassen, my condolences.
Can I help you?
I wonder if...
We wondered if we could talk to Mick.
Gaby.
-My condolences.
-Thank you.
My condolences.
How dare you come here.
I had...
-We had some questions..
-Shame on you.
It was a mistake. We're going.
Is that your work? To kill people?
That was my little brother.
Is that how you enforce the law,
little police officers?
You're lucky the whole family is here.
What?
I said that you are lucky
the whole family is here.
Take that however you want.
Mick, come on. Come.
Willem, give me the keys.
-What?
-I think I'd better drive.
Why don't you lie down?
I can't do this anymore.
Did you get ahold of Gaby?
No.
Still the voicemail.
I'd do the same.
-And what is that?
-Turn off my phone.
Hello, darling.
Hi. How's everything?
Super.
What's the matter?
I...
Willem, this is shocking.
And you're just telling us now?
I think we are going away
for a few days.
I have a good hotel for you.
We can find our own.
You won't have our location.
I have to know where you are.
-How else can I protect you.
-Protect us?
You already killed him, damn you.
It was the boy's fault.
Sorry. So...
Angela, those people
cannot be trusted.
Believe me.
He has... It's a long story.
Oh, god.
I'll call you back later.
-Hi.
-Hi, Bettina. Listen...
Our thing?
I'm not into relationships.
You knew that.
It's not what you think.
I came to say goodbye...
-and to warn you.
-That's the thing now...
-Warn me against what?
-About Jozias.
He's obsessed with getting you.
He stopped by this morning.
We are splitting up.
Because of...
It's the best decision
I've made in years.
-So thank you.
-For what?
You are a prick.
Good luck.
Kamp, a search warrant.
-I want to talk to you.
-Lovely, come on in.
Start with the den,
the room in back and the kitchen.
Take it easy. I just cleaned up.
-Those are condoms...
-I know what they are.
There are countries
where men like you, Kamp...
are shot or stoned to death...
...for committing adultery.
Good thing we live in this country.
I can put it another way, Kamp.
I don't have to lie.
I had a family.
It was a small family...
but it was my family...
and now it's broken...
because Bettina left.
Blok, you can't blame me
for your marital problems.
I know that you are rotten.
That whole cannabis rip-off...
the victim of the police shooting...
You're no good, and I'll prove it.
Do your thing, man...
But stop threatening me.
Guys, take it easy...
-Who is that?
-My father.
Maybe in his better days.
What are you looking for?
They don't stone you in this country.
Here we have jurisprudence...
so we need the facts
for a judge,
so we collect those facts.
This is confiscated.
If I find anything about you,
your Belgian contacts...
Listen to me!
I am a detective
whose father went missing
nine years ago.
Take responsibility for your own life,
and I'll take care of mine.
Don't bother me
with your fact-finding.
Do your thing.
Yes, I will.
If I don't find anything,
I'll be back.
Boys? Let's go.
Fuck!
Where are they?
-In The Blue Lotus.
-Oh, Tintin.
No, Angela said it
was a bed and breakfast.
-When?
-Yesterday.
Hey, guys.
That Faassen project in China...
You're welcome.
...hasn't even started yet.
They're waiting for materials.
A full container,
if you know what I mean.
Yes. Subtle.
Yes, and Harold?
Yeah, I'll keep it to myself.
Tan Yen. Chien Yen.
Tiyan-yin. Chiang yin?
Jiangjin.
It's a school,
but it's not clear
when it will be built.
Why build a school in China?
-Hi.
-'Hai'.
But the weed container
hasn't arrived there yet.
It's either on the way or in Tilburg.
Could I take that day off today?
-Day off? Oh, hi.
-Sure.
Will you work the weekend?
Of course.
Why the day off?
Don't work too hard.
Oh, I know why.
Emiel Faassen's funeral
is this afternoon.
Willem, I'm going with you.
Why?
I can't stop you,
so I'll ride with you...
-before you do anything stupid.
-Such as?
Do you think she's here?
I know her. She wouldn't pass this up.
You can't just go
and have some cake.
I just want to see her...
make sure she's all right.
Mr. Faassen wants to talk to you...
both of you.
Follow me.
Any guess?
We get cake after all.
Gentlemen.
Mr. Faassen,
if it's about us being here,
we were leaving.
Good.
I have something else in mind.
What happened
to my son...
is also my fault.
Emiel always was
the wildest of the three,
but him being in organized crime...
I blame myself for that.
My sons run the family business now.
But I left them a mess.
We are teetering...
on the brink...
of bankruptcy,
and only because
I was too old-fashioned,
too stubborn in my business.
That is why Emiel
got into drug dealing.
Easy money.
He wanted to help.
That's why he took to crime...
with the best intentions.
He wanted to save the business.
I just buried my son.
And I don't want
to bury the other soon.
What about Mick?
Is he the boss now?
Mick will do anything
to save the family business.
I just buried my son!
My Emiel.
Let it end there.
Leave us alone. I'll talk to Mick.
-And...
-And what?
It is your wife.
And you, Mr. Niessen,
please stay away
from my family.
That was a confession.
All good?
Come on.
There's nothing more here.
I keep asking myself...
"Why didn't I shoot him in the leg?"
Willem, stop it.
You acted properly.
The kid fired first. Period.
Yes? Did he?
Yes, he did.
You're driving yourself crazy.
This feeling goes away.
-Believe me.
-How would you know?
It's Tessa.
Yes?
Tessa, hi.
-What is it?
-I wanted to hear your voice.
You heard it. I'm hanging up now.
No, Tessa, wait. I am so sorry.
Right, I'm hanging up.
Okay, give my love to Mom.
Don't call me for a while.
I have...Hey. Let me go!
-Willem, Willem!
-Tessa?
-Tess. Tessa!
-Willem, the keys.
Help! Help, Willem! Help!
Fuck.
What is that?
Get off my...
-Where is she?
Who is behind this?
She says hello.
Fuck you!
Gentlemen, somewhere in the city...
two girls are being held captive.
-Two?
And I'm thinking,
there goes my night off.
Where is Leon Duinkerk?