Undercover (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Pentagon - full transcript

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I can't zoom in.

What are you doing?

It's a beetle.

Ladies and gentlemen:
the most beautiful animal in the forest.

-It is beautiful.
-There it is.

There she is.

Are you happy to be in Belgium?

I'm happy to be here with you.

I love you.

You guys stink.



-Are you hanging in there?
-Yeah, I'm all right.

-I'd be better if you got me out of here.
-I'm trying.

You're trying.

You were caught red-handed.

I can make sure
you get the minimum sentence.

-What does that mean?
-Ten years.

Ten years?

I pay you 500 euros per hour,
and that's your best plan.

Ferry, come on. You know how it works.

And they call me a criminal.

The charges against Danielle
have been dropped.

-How is she?
-She's doing well.

Under the circumstances.

Did she get the money?



Yes.

One more thing.

Martijn Hofman, Kim De Rooij's boyfriend.

I want to know where he lives.

Just do it.

Hey, are you blind? It's red.

I was looking at my mobile. Sorry.

Are you all right?

Goddammit, that's not going to be cheap.

I hope you have good insurance.

-This is the third time this year.
-It's time you got some glasses.

It's not my eyes, I'm just tired.
I just came back from abroad.

Do we know each other?

I don't know.

You came to inquire at my ranch.
A few months ago.

I was dressed up as Saint Nicholas.

I didn't recognize you
without the white beard.

-What's your name again?
-Steve. And yours?

-Laurent.
-Right.

You never came back.

No, I found a ranch closer to home.

Hey, Laurent.

I'm just going to ask.
Can't we do this under the table?

My premium is already through the roof.

-I don't know.
-It would be a lot cheaper for me.

I don't know.

Come on. I'll give you a little extra.

I'll pay you in cash,
and then you can tear this up.

Two thousand.

Two thousand euros?

You wanted to do it under the table.

Here. I'll come by tonight
to pay you in cash.

I'll have cold beer ready.

Hey, cowboy.
Your birthday present arrived.

What is it?

If I tell you, it won't be a surprise.

I'll give you a hint. It came by airplane.

-What is it?
-I don't know.

Where are you going?

-To get some glue for my crown.
-Okay, off you go.

-Hey, Laurent.
-Sharon. You work here now, too?

She's helping me do the washing-up.

It's crazy busy.
Good for business, though.

-Who is that?
-Someone who came by to inquire once.

-Is that your type?
-He's not bad.

Here you go. As we agreed.

It's pretty packed in here.

And they're all smarter than you.
They know how great this place is.

Here, watch this.

-Into the bin it goes.
-Thank you.

Nathalie, can I get two beers?

You don't see girls like that
at our ranch.

Sharon? She takes riding lessons here,
and she helps Nathalie sometimes.

-Pretty girl.
-She's single. You can try, but...

It won't be easy. She's difficult.

What do you mean?

All the guys here have tried.
Door's closed. No entry.

They call her "Pentagon."

I think she's a lesbian.

-You can tell by looking at her.
-She's not a lesbian. No way.

-She is. I've placed bets on it already.
-Beers for the gentlemen.

-Thanks.
-Thank you.

How much are you willing to bet?

You want to try as well?

Fifty euros if you succeed.

Make it a hundred euros.

Watch closely.

Here you go, darling. You forgot these.

And you thought, "She looks like
she enjoys washing up."

-Something like that.
-Such a gentleman.

My name's Steve. What's yours?

Sher to some. For you it's Sharon.

Tell me, Steve, does it turn you on
to see a woman washing up?

-Not necessarily.
-No?

Then why are you standing there?

Just being social. Having a chat.

Steve, I'm going to save you some trouble.

But my compliments on your approach.

Bringing those glasses,
being reasonably polite, no dirty talk.

I've seen worse,
but it's not going to work.

After I've washed these, I'm out of here.

Where to?

-To none-of-your-business.
-Really?

That's on my route.

I live in you-don't-know-
what-you're-missing. Need a ride?

I have my own car.

-Nathalie, I'm off. See you tomorrow.
-See you tomorrow. Thanks, love.

Maybe I'll see you again?

Did she say "I'll see you again"?

You have to admit, you failed miserably.
But she said "I'll see you again"?

-Respect. You want another beer?
-No, thanks. I have to go to work soon.

Here, I'll give you my number.

I know a mechanic who'll fix your car
for a good price.

-Thanks.
-See you later.

-Bye, Nathalie.
-Bye.

Hello there, Sharon.

Hey, Steve.

Was that a Zeelandic accent?

Yep. Cute, huh?

I heard it went well?

Absolutely.

They seem to like you there.

Well, I learned from the best.

Cheers.

-And JP?
-He wasn't there.

He's away traveling, apparently.

-Where to?
-I don't know.

I do know Vinnie's been away too.

Vincent Massoudi?

Yes. He's never there when JP
is traveling.

-Is that his right-hand man?
-Ex-commando.

Convicted of aggravated assault.

Vinnie bought two tickets to South Sudan
a few days ago.

Without Laurent.

I don't know.
That's not discussed at the ranch.

You think you can get Bob in easily?

-He has to set up a deal with these guys.
-Yeah, no problem.

I want Laurent to invite him.

To think it's his own idea.

All right.

I'll make it happen.

How did it go?

She did well.

I meant you.
Making nice with this Berger guy.

It's my job. I've done it before.

You've never done something
like this before.

This case is personal.

Really, Nick.

Don't worry.
I'll keep my head in the game.

Good afternoon.
I'm here for the job interview.

-Good afternoon.
-Nathalie Geudens.

You can take a seat around the corner.
You'll be called in shortly.

-Okay, thanks.
-Thank you.

In life, you have to keep
challenging yourself.

So I said to myself,
"Nathalie, this job is perfect for you."

I see that you don't have any diplomas.

No. I'm severely dyslexic,
and when I was young there was not much...

And where I grew up, as well... No.

I didn't have much success in school.

I have no further questions.
You'll hear from us sometime next week.

-All right.
-Good day.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

I'm sorry, there's one more thing
I want to say.

Those girls out there
all look super professional,

and no doubt they are. Don't get me wrong.

I'm not trying to bad-mouth them.

But they don't care whether they sell
hospitality supplies or handbags.

You're laughing, but I'm different.

Exactly because I don't have any diplomas.
I've worked in hospitality since I was 16.

I know this industry.
I know what to sell to whom.

No sweet talk, but real, honest results.
I really want this job.

You're right, that's worth a lot.
It's good that you said that.

-You'll hear from us next week.
-All right, wonderful. Thank you.

-Goodbye.
-Bye.

I don't know, I kind of liked him.

I knew it. Why don't you ask Laurent?

-Ask me what?
-Nothing.

That guy who was here on Saturday,
Steve, will he be back?

Why?

So he is your type?

You don't think I'm a lesbian too, do you?

All right, all right.
I'll send you his number, okay?

I can't exactly call him myself.

Why not?

I'll look desperate.

Can't you just invite him again?

To the line dancing?

Yeah, yeah. That would be a good test.
Do that.

I'm not a dating website.

Come on, don't ruin it. Just call him.
Tell him Sharon asked about him.

He'll be here in no time.

All right. Just so you two stop nagging.
Come on, we need to talk.

-Can you take over?
-Sure.

I got a strange email
from a guy named Gerrit De Vreese.

He was asking for a reference for you.

Are you applying for jobs?

Yeah, I did apply for a job.

I thought you liked it here.

Yes, Laurent, but...

I want more regular working hours,
for Jackson.

I'm sure you understand.

You should have discussed it with me.

Yes, that's true.

And it's in Genk, in Limburg.
That's a two-hour drive.

-Yes.
-And what will you do with Jackson?

Put him in day care
until you're home from work?

And will you earn enough
to pay off your debts?

I don't know. We'll see.

I'm not going to get it anyway.

You're right, I should have told you.
But I knew you wouldn't be happy about it.

Are you angry?

I can't be angry with you.

I'll be honest.

If you left...

-I'd lose all my hope.
-Don't say that.

What will you tell him?

That everyone here will miss you,
and that you're one in a thousand.

Thank you.

-What are you doing here?
-I didn't know you'd be home.

I live here, sweetheart.

Why are you not in school?

I got sent home.

Why?

Are you stoned?

My God, Dad.

Is that why you got sent home?

Do you do it a lot?

-I asked you a question.
-No, I don't do it a lot.

I'm off because our Dutch teacher is ill.

So?

I'm sorry, but I think
you're being a hypocrite.

Excuse me?

All my life you've been coming home drunk.
I make one mistake, and you tell me off?

What's the matter with you, Polly?
You're so angry all the time.

I don't recognize you anymore.

You don't recognize me? Good one, Dad.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-What do you do for work? "I can't say."

Where are you? "I can't say."
Who are you? "I can't say."

I've told you a thousand times,
I can't talk about those things.

That bullshit might work on Mom,
but not on me.

Kim's the reason you split up, isn't she?

No, I swear.

-It's Laurent Berger.
-Don't touch that phone.

-Maybe I should pick up, maybe he can--
-I said, don't touch that phone!

-Hello, Laurent Berger speaking.
-Hi, Laurent. Everything okay?

Yes, everything's fine.

-You want that mechanic's phone number.
-Nope.

I'm phoning you about something
completely different.

Sharon.

You did it.

-Really?
-Yes.

We're doing line dancing
at the bar tonight.

Sharon is hoping you'll be there.

I'm on my way back from Marseille, so...

I'll see if I can make it.
I've had some delays.

All right, we'll see.
Might see you tonight, then. Bye.

Okay, bye.

-What do you think?
-Did you buy those just to impress him?

Maybe.

You slut.

They are really nice.

If he won't have you,
I'll buy them from you half off.

Bitch. Have you heard anything
about the job yet?

Not yet.
I had a good feeling about it at first.

And Laurent was going to put in
a good word for me.

But it is taking really long.
It's probably nothing.

Laurent sure goes
to great lengths for you.

I guess.

What's going on between you two?

Nothing.

What? Don't laugh.

Let's say it's rather...

complicated.

Look, your crush is here. Good luck.

Hi. What's the entry fee?

Old man coyote looking for Sharonneke.

-No, Laurent invited me.
-It's Steve, right?

Let me tell you something, Steve.

The day you break that girl's heart
will not be your best day.

We're rather tight here at El Dorado.

Don't worry. I won't break her heart.

In Poland they say, "There's two things
you can do with a dick.

Stroke it or punch it."

You get my meaning.

What's up, mate?

Not too bad, huh?

Only six euros to get in.
Cheaper than the cinema.

That depends on how much we drink tonight.

-How was your flight?
-I'm glad I'm home.

-You want a beer?
-Yes.

Nathalie, three beers please.

One for Steve, one for me,
and one for the big thirst.

I'll start.

That's the one for the big thirst.

Sharon, don't you recognize him?
It's Steve.

You came back. Here for the line dancing?

Yep. Laurent made me curious,
so I'm here to check it out.

Nice to see you.

Laurent, can you talk to Ronny?

-He's being totally unreasonable.
-What?

My beginners' group has been practicing
the Cha Cha Slide for three weeks.

We've all mastered it,
they're super proud,

and they want to show it.

And now that cunt refuses to play it.

-Why?
-He says it's not real country.

-No way.
-So I said, "Not a real music career,

singing for the same 20 people
every week."

And now he's angry.

-You said that?
-You know me. I lose my temper.

Pretentious jerk. Right, baby?

I wouldn't make such a big deal
out of it, but yes.

Don't be such a pushover. A big deal?
You practiced it too.

You have a right
to show it to the world, too.

Yes. I did forget to feed my spiders once
because I was practicing.

See? And now Ronny's going to take that
away from us?

No... No.

I'm sorry, but we're all just here
to have some fun.

-Absolutely.
-Exactly.

I can't stand narrow-minded people
like that.

-Betty...
-Can't stand them!

-Bartender, two beers please.
-Petra, two beers.

Why are you over here?

-Relax. I need to warm up a little.
-You need to dance, all right?

Not my thing.

Bullshit. Anyone can do it.

Do it for Sharon.
Let her show you the goods.

Go on, get out there.

Heel. Tap. Down. Heel. Tap...

How'd it go?

How did it go?

What?

Juba has fallen. Zico has fled abroad.

The rebels have taken over in South Sudan.

Is that all you have to say? "Fuck"?

We have a boat full of weapons
bobbing around in the ocean.

Because once again, you didn't get
the merchandise onto the boat in time.

Six million euros.

Well done, brother. Well done.

Calm down. Don't give me that big mouth.

I'm not the one who fucked up.

And you're not the one
who put your business on the map there.

You should be thanking me.

My dear man. My dear little boy.

You think you're such a big guy, huh?

You know what you are?

A small-town, West-Flemish farmer
who thinks he's a cowboy.

-A small-town farmer?
-Yeah.

Without this small-town farmer
and his Ukrainian connections,

you can kiss your business goodbye.

You're nothing without me.

If it weren't for me, we'd be rotting
in jail right now.

Or have you forgotten about what happened
with the Dutch chick? I haven't.

From now on, I'm in charge,
and you're going to listen to me.

And if you don't like it,

you can go back to selling your junk
in Bongo Bongo Land.

That was good business, wasn't it?

Go dance, little man.

Go on. Little cowboy.

I'll have another beer.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Has JP left already?

I am not enough for you?

Should you be drinking that?

Stop nagging me.

This is my bar, I can do what I want.
Shut up.

Give me that chick beer.
I'm going to give you something better.

Something that's not for chicks.
Here you go, a nice whiskey.

-No, no, I'm driving later. It's okay.
-Go back to dancing, then.

I just did. Did you see me?

Was it funny?
You think this place is a joke?

-No, man. But I looked ridiculous.
-Ridiculous?

Is that what you're going to tell
your mates in Antwerp?

-That you had a good laugh here?
-That's not what I meant.

Arrogant pricks.

-Everything okay?
-Leave me alone.

Shaking your ass for two months
does not make you the boss.

Go home. He's drunk.

-Shut up, stupid cow.
-Calm down.

Shut up.

-Calm down, man. Are you all right?
-I'm okay.

That asshole needs to keep
his hands off me!

I never want to see you here again!

Turn the music on!

Turn the music on!

Yeah, yeah, almost done.

-Who is it?
-Nathalie.

Here. "Sorry about tonight.
Everything okay?"

Everything okay?

COULD BE BETTER. NOT HOW I IMAGINED
THE EVENING WOULD GO.

WHY DID LAURENT ACT LIKE THAT?

DUNNO. GETS LIKE THAT
WHEN HE'S DRUNK. SUCKS.

OFF TO BED NOW. SEE YOU LATER?

You okay?

-Yikes.
-It's all right.

Laurent sure roughed you up.

Bruised my ribs. He's a madman.

Nathalie said he sometimes gets like that
when he's drunk.

So now what?
How are we going to save this operation?

I'll think of something.

Have you looked at yourself?

-You can't work like this.
-Nick, please. I'll take care of it.

I can talk to Nathalie,
to see if she can...

About that Nathalie.

We need to be careful.

Patrick picked up something strange
on the phone tap.

Gerrit De Vreese speaking.

Yes, hello, Mr. De Vreese.
This is Laurent Berger.

You sent me an email
asking for a reference

for an employee of mine, Nathalie Geudens.

-Yes, I did.
-How do I say this?

Nathalie is a very sweet woman.

She has a good heart.

-But?
-Nathalie has some problems.

She's a former drug addict.

Four years ago she hit a person
while driving drunk,

and now she's deep in debt.

So she's always asking me for more money,
and I can't prove it,

but I suspect she steals money
from my cash register.

But in hospitality, something like that
is hard to prove.

Gosh. That's not the impression
she gave me at all.

I was planning on giving her the job.

You can't be serious.

I checked.

The accident, the debt, it's all true.

He just doesn't want her to leave.
He's crazy about her.

I don't know what's going on
between those two,

but you need to take care
not to stake too much on Nathalie.

Okay.

Martijn?

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
I'm Jan.

-I used to work with Kim.
-Hi.

I wanted to put a card in your mailbox,
but this is more personal.

It's been a while
since we worked together.

Being on the same undercover team
creates a special bond.

I'd like to organize a get-together
for some colleagues

to commemorate her over a beer.

I know she had a case
here in Belgium as well.

But I don't have any contact information
for those people.

Do you?

We met each other after that, so...

And she didn't tell me much about it.

Too bad.

I'll find another way. Take care.

What's a Dutch undercover agent
doing in Brussels?

That's a secret.

Jackson, where is your other shoe?

Are you still in your underwear?

-Where are my clothes?
-On your bed.

-What's wrong? Did you not sleep well?
-No.

The people outside woke me up.

Oh, sweetheart. Come here.

I'll give you a good shake to wake you up.

Whoopa. Go get ready.

Or Great Aunty will eat your cake
all by herself. You know her.

WE HAVE DECIDED NOT TO MOVE FORWARD
WITH YOUR APPLICATION

Will Great Aunty have kiddie champagne?

I don't know, you'll have to ask her.

Yes, damn it, I'm coming.

Yes, all right, I'm coming.

Hello, Great Aunty.

Those are some nice flowers.
Did you pick them yourself?

No, Mommy bought them at a petrol station.

Sorry, I didn't have time to go
to a florist.

Please don't go to any trouble for me.

-Go on in.
-Hi, Yvette.

Close the door.

-Hi, Uncle Laurent.
-Come, sit down.

Mom, are there any crisps?

-Would you like some?
-Yes.

-Go with Great Aunty, then.
-Come.

You're probably angry. Are you angry?

What do you think?

I know, I went too far.

But when someone backs me into a corner,
I explode. That's just how I am.

You went way too far.
The guy didn't do anything to you.

And neither did I.

I would never hurt you, Nathalie. Never.

I care about you. You know that, right?

-Are you serious?
-Yes.

It's always the same story.
Saying sorry after the fact is easy.

-Learn to think before you act.
-I know, I'm not perfect.

At least I admit my mistakes
and try to correct them.

Congratulations.

Jean-Pierre said he'll come later.

We're not going to wait. Come on.

-Thanks.
-Thank you.

-I'll put that away.
-A toast to our six-year-old.

-Seven.
-My mistake. Cheers, buddy.

-Cheers. Happy birthday.
-Cheers, Mom.

-Congratulations, sweetheart.
-Cheers, Nathalie.

Can I open my present now?

No. Of course. Go on. Open it.

I'll put this down for you.

-Nice, huh? Oh, sweetheart.
-Thank you.

I had the exact same one
when I was your age. Right, Mom?

Oh, shut up. He insisted on wearing it
on his school photos

and told his teacher I told him to.

Mom's orders!

It should still be
in one of my photo albums. Let me check.

Let me see, Jackson.
That looks really good on you.

-Right?
-The red one is mine, right?

Let's see. Let's check out Uncle Laurent.

Look. See? See me beaming with pride?

You should do the same thing.

Gosh, look at JP's smile here.
What had he eaten?

You should ask him that.

-So funny.
-What should you ask me?

Just a funny photo of you.

Why is that photo still in that album?

I told you to remove it.

No way, that's staying in there.
It's a fantastic photo of you.

-I'll go get the cake.
-Yeah, you do that.

Look, me at my First Communion.
In shorts. Everyone else was half-naked.

Hi, JP. Have you come to help me?

Laurent told me you're applying for jobs.

Yes.

He was pretty upset about it.

And behind his back, too?

I didn't do it behind his back.

I just gave it a try, that's all.

I didn't get it anyway.

But if you had gotten the job,
you'd have left.

With Jackson.

That would have been pretty rude,
don't you think?

After all we've done for you.

I didn't plan it like that.

And yes, a new job also means--

You might be able to fool my brother,
but you won't fool me.

I still remember you standing there,
coke in your hands and on your nose.

Looking for money.

Screwing with my brother's head.

I know exactly what you're doing.

You're preparing to leave us.

Let me tell you something.
You're not going to succeed.

You will not get between the Bergers.

You're staying here. With Jackson.

Understood?

"Yes, JP."

-Yes, JP.
-Come again?

Yes, JP.

Go freshen up.

And when you come back,
don't forget to smile.

-Are the candles lit yet?
-Yes, I'm coming.

-Can we start singing?
-Go ahead.

-Can we start singing yet?
-Yes.

Hip-hip hooray!

Thanks for coming.

I wanted to speak to you alone,
get your opinion on something.

Yes?

It has to do with last night.

Nick and Bob think
they can still fix it, but...

I have my doubts about their objectivity.

You seem to be fully infiltrated there,
but we can still take Bob off the case.

I can't make that judgment call.

Nick and Bob are much more experienced.

I know you feel you owe Bob
because he's your mentor,

but we only get one chance
to do this right.

If we fail, it's all over.

So I want you to think hard
before you answer.

Can we keep Bob on the case?

-Hi, Dad.
-Hi, honey.

I want to apologize.

We didn't handle things well yesterday.

No. Sorry.

Maybe all dads say this, but...

I do what I do because I worry about you.

I always promised your mom

that I would not allow my work
to affect you guys, but...

I failed.

I just don't want it to get worse.

I shouldn't have shouted at you like that.
Especially not now.

Things are hard enough as they are.

I just want you to know I care about you
and that you need to trust me.

I know.

You shouldn't be thinking about my job.
You should be young and have fun.

There'll be plenty of bullshit
in your own life.

Don't go adding your dad's to that.

Yeah, all right.

-All right, honey, big kiss.
-Bye, Dad.

Bye.

HOLIDAY PARK ZONNEDAUW

NEXT TIME

I'm doing what I need to do to protect us
so we don't go to jail.

I've been to jail.

And let me tell you,
you wouldn't last 15 minutes there.

You're really something.

What are you doing?

-I'm taking photos for a school project.
-I don't want to be in those photos.

Next time you attack me from behind
like a coward, I'll kill you. Understood?

Yes.

Lisa?

Lisa De Wit, right?

I don't know who you are,
but I'm working.

-Someone at the saloon recognized me.
-Who?

If this deal falls through,
we'll be six million short.

And who's going to fix that? Exactly.