So, let's take a look.
Yes, it is nice.
Good quality.
Here's my offer, Javier.
It's the price of the diamond.
Those over there are worth twice as much.
No more having to travel with tons of cash stuffed into suitcases.
Just a little pouch in your pocket, and you're all good.
And what?
You think this gets you even?
That it'll make us forget the lab and the drugs you sold behind our backs?
Take the diamonds.
Tell your father it's my gift to him.
No way.
We're not working with you anymore.
My father and I always knew you were naive,
but I never thought you were that stupid.
You're not my usual contact,
but you know you need me.
No one knows the port like I do.
We'll take our chances.
It's over, Chris. You're done.
And who would replace me?
Sofia and Saber Djebli.
I've already been in talks with them.
I'm going to get a coffee.
- Hey. - Hey.
I hope the trip was okay.
How's Javier doing?
He's in the hospital, in the ICU.
But we now know the crook who shot him. His name is Mehdi Belhadj.
I don't care about his name. I want his head.
This is Belhadj, the scum who tried to kill the old man's son.
Chris has been dead for three days. Got a replacement yet?
I spoke to the Djeblis. They'll do it,
but we have to agree on pay.
I wanted to ask about that.
And who said to contact them?
Javier.
Right before he was shot.
He was set on working with them.
Javier can't make those decisions without consulting me.
He has no authority.
He got the go-ahead from his dad, the old man.
No. We won't work with the Djeblis.
Why not?
Because they killed you.
I'm off to see the old man's son at the hospital.
Get rid of him. Let's go, Valeria.
Are you with my son?
Yes, I'm with him. The doctors say he'll make it.
They're keeping him under a few more hours.
I'm here, don't worry.
I'm also meeting the Belgian authorities at the embassy.
Okay, I know. Did you hear about the port?
About what?
Wanting to work with the Djeblis?
That was my son's idea.
And I'm sorry, but I think he's right. I should've told you sooner.
Did you meet the guy in talks with them?
He's dead. The Djeblis killed him.
That makes no sense.
I don't get it.
Why would they do that?
How should I know?
But if you'd told me about them before,
I would've said that they can't be trusted.
Find someone to replace Chris.
And get rid of the Djeblis.
I've got this. I'll take care of the gunman who shot your son too.
Find those dogs and put them down.
And look after my son as if he was your own.
Very well.
VENEZUELAN EMBASSY
Seven days.
That's how long the old man gave me
to reorganize the operation in Javier's place.
So, seven days is all I'm giving you
to find the crooks who hurt the old man's son.
We located the fence buying the diamonds.
He's in talks with a lawyer, Ms. Lemaire.
She negotiates for the crooks.
Do you have all the info you need?
- Yes. - Good.
This isn't Bogotá or Caracas
and certainly not Panama.
But be as brutal with the Djeblis and the crooks
as you would be back home.
Show no mercy.
You can count on us.
Go. Valeria.
When we were in Caracas, a contact recruited some guys here.
Flemish guys who know the area well.
Use them, if only as cannon fodder.
Sending Javier instead of me was a big mistake.
Yes, sir.
TODAY: YOU THERE?
Take care of her.
Cover the back. I'm going in the front.
Don't move.
I'm in the basement. What floor is it? Where is he?
What floor? What floor?
Go upstairs and check the bedroom.
I'm going.
Careful. That bastard killed somebody.
- Check the basement. - Fuck. He must be downstairs.
Son of a bitch.
Shit!
GANGLANDS