Wanna review the plan?
You sure?
It's like we said.
Steal the diamonds, sell them, and next week, we're in Canada.
Mm-hmm.
So here we have 9.35.
- Oh, that's good. Very good. - Yes, it's a very nice diamond.
Read the contract...
So, let's take a look.
Yes, it is nice.
Good quality.
Okay, yeah. You will like it, okay.
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.
Chris expects us. It won't be easy.
Whatever happens, focus on the diamonds.
- That's our ticket out, okay? - Okay.
Let's go.
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.
Hey!
Get in front. Get in front.
Let's go. Let's go.
I'm going to get a coffee.
Get down! On your knees. Now!
Look down, look down! On the ground. Look down!
May I have a coffee, please?
Wait.
Okay, let's go.
Get inside. Get in.
On the ground.
Everyone on the floor. On the floor!
- Everyone on the floor. - Let's go. Drop your gun!
Drop your gun!
Get on the fucking ground.
Eyes on the floor. Eyes on the floor!
Turn over now. Turn over!
Head down.
All you should be seeing is carpet.
No one moves. Everyone, eyes on the floor.
Eyes on the floor.
You, look down. Eyes down!
Hurry up.
Eyes on the floor.
Where is he?
Come on, hurry. Come on, let's go!
You, look at the floor. Now!
Shit.
Go ahead, I'll catch up.
The fuck's he doing?
Come on, come on.
I'm sorry about your sister and your niece.
I really didn't wanna kill them.
Hey! Asshole!
Fuck.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, wait!
Oh!
Behind you, look out!
Can you keep a lookout?
And so?
I killed him.
It won't bring back the dead, but I'd never find peace without it.
I'm seeing the lawyer in four days. She settled with the client.
- Three million. - Three million?
Yeah. You'll be able to go to Italy with your family.
And us, to Canada.
We have to move on now.
- Take care of yourself, brother. - You too.
Liana!
- Take care of him. He's not so young. - Yeah, sure.
As you know, Javier, my boss' son,
was injured during the heist.
Therefore, his father asked me to present you with their offer.
Javier and the cartel bosses are very impressed with what you've done
since your father died.
And that's why they would like to work with you.
What does that mean? They want us to replace Chris?
They were considering it even before his death.
And don't worry, they really don't care about any of the issues you had with him.
Chris was working with the other cartels.
Javier and his father want Los Soles to be the only cartel in Europe.
So, what would you like me to tell them?
We're very flattered by their interest in us.
But before we can give you an answer, we need specifics.
Ten percent of our margin on all drugs arriving through the Port of Antwerp.
The same as what Chris was getting.
We'd prefer 20.
You know, I'm used to negotiating.
But when the ask is unreasonable, it can be insulting.
Every other trafficker in Antwerp is working with dockers.
We're the only ones working with Customs.
I know. I don't know how you did it, but we know.
And that edge on the competition is precisely what my bosses want.
But 20%. You're overvaluing it.
Out of ten loads, how many did you lose with Chris?
On average, two.
So eight of ten loads got moved.
We'll guarantee ten out of ten.
No seizures, so no loss to make up for.
Your bosses will make more, even with our cut.
I simply can't approve that kind of increase.
I'm not authorized to.
Then ask whoever can decide. Call us back.
He'll be here tomorrow, actually.
He's the boss' right hand.
He'll be staying here until Javier recovers.
He may meet with you directly.
We're here. At his disposal.
- 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.
That's good. You upped your game.
There.
You practice in secret, don't you?
Why would I do that?
'Cause you hate it. You can't stand it when I kick your ass.
You never kick my ass. I let you win, so you don't start pouting.
- Oh, come on, I'm a good loser. - Oh, yeah, right. You pout for days.
- What? - Yeah.
You're the sore loser.
I spoke to the captain of the boat. We leave tomorrow morning at five, okay?
In two days, we'll be in Stockholm.
Then we fly straight to Montreal and be done with this life of misery.
Okay.
Sorry.
Here.
What's that?
Papers for the lawyer. I want you to sign them.
The last time I signed something, I got sent to a home. What's it for?
It's the deed to my house. I put it in your name.
And a proxy for my accounts as well.
If something happens to me, you'll have cash.
I'm not signing that.
- Why not? - I just don't want to.
Why would something happen to you anyway?
Not saying anything's going to happen to me.
Just sign it to make me happy.
Just like I let you win so you're happy.
Here.
Promise me nothing will happen.
I promise.
No, okay, see? That's the problem.
You're a cheater.
Oh, man, you're really in trouble.
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.
Yeah. So beautiful.
Her eyes are better?
I haven't slept at all.
Hey. You don't let your mom sleep?
Hi, Uncle.
I was thinking about the cartel's offer.
Ten percent of their margin is huge.
Maybe we should have accepted.
Can you take her, please?
Yes. Come here. Yes, it's time to eat.
You're hungry? Yes.
Don't you think, huh?
We're the only ones working with Customs, and they know it.
Never sell cheap, Saber.
That's right. Never sell cheap.
But the cartel guy's right. Twenty percent's too high.
Did I ask your opinion?
Could you get the car, please?
- He's so annoying sometimes. - He's still family.
Uh-uh, he's your cousin, not mine.
What are you really worried about?
They'll get mad and find someone else to replace Chris?
Yeah, maybe.
Saber, I told you they'd come knocking on our door.
Trust me.
They'll come back and offer 15. And that's when we will accept.
Number 20-68, come in.
At the corner, we have two vehicles and about 12 people.
-Laurence? - Yes, sir.
You remember the prosecutor from Venezuela, Almeida?
He's visiting for a few days.
He's going to brief you about the drug trafficking back there.
Would you like to see him now?
I imagine I don't have a choice.
It's been three months. You're getting nowhere.
Now, you have Chris de Witt's body on your hands.
So, no, you don't have a choice.
So where do I meet this guy?
EMBASSY OF THE BOLIVARIAN REPUBLIC OF VENEZUELA
Sir, he's here.
Commissioner Herman?
Mr. Prosecutor.
I'm so happy to see you here
in my adoptive country's embassy. Venezuela.
I really hope my knowledge
of South American cartels can be of some use to you.
We've been following your work in Venezuela.
The way you're going after narco traffickers is very impressive.
But I've worked narcotics here for three years,
and I don't think we're facing the same reality.
The war the cartels are waging back home, they'll be bringing here soon.
And when my reality becomes yours,
I have no doubt that you'll be glad you benefitted from my expertise.
At least that's what your superior thinks.
I hope you enjoy your stay, sir.
Three thousand acres.
In the Rif Mountains, in your name.
Congratulations.
I'll handle the rest.
So here are the tablets. They're chewable.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
The ointment is good. It's covered by the plan.
Be right back.
- What are you doing? - Uh, nothing, really.
Just looking for something. I'm going for a smoke.
Yeah.
Here.
How long is it for?
Two months, just like you asked.
I was this close to getting caught, I swear.
Mmm!
Mm. For the next orders, back to the usual.
Three boxes a week max.
That's okay. There isn't gonna be a next time.
So I won't see you anymore?
Isn't that better?
Kelly, I don't know what I would have done without you. Thank you.
Remember sneaking out of the home to go clubbing?
You and me, tomorrow, we're going out.
I'm wanted.
- Why don't you understand that? - Oh, stop it.
For three months, we've been meeting in this damn parking lot.
- Doesn't that mean you can go out? - No.
Well, keep your phone on. I'll call you tonight.
Hey, why don't you tell your thief to come?
That way he can thank me for all the drugs I've smuggled for him.
Kelly, I'm not coming.
Fuck's sake.
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 Bogota 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.
Not your style.
Why do you say that?
You're more elegant than that.
- Have you signed everything? - Hmm.
Can I ask you a question?
Hmm.
What does that girl mean to you?
Everything.
She's all I have.
I won't let her go.
And she won't let me go.
But it's me you won't let go.
TODAY - YOU THERE?
Hey, girl, it's me. Hey, guess who I'm with.
Yo, girl, what's up? We're waiting. Where are you?
No way. Where are you?
Your pharmacist friend is wild.
We're at my sister's. Yeah, we're partying at 2:30,
but it's the best party of your life. Come over, don't be shy.
I'm sending you the address.
No way.
The return of the ghost. What's up?
- You good? - I'm good. I missed you.
Come on in.
What's going on?
We're here. What about you?
You disappeared. We don't see you anymore. What's up?
You know, I get by.
Oh, yeah, you "get by" now?
- All grown up, huh? - You know it.
Yeah, I bet.
Your sister's place?
Yeah, that's right, but she's away with the kids,
so I'm chilling here for a bit.
But I'm really not complaining, because it was either this or the pen.
What are you talking about?
- They tagged you? - Those fuckers tagged me.
Anyway, the pharmacist's waiting.
You better get in there. I'll catch up with you.
I knew you would come.
- This is for you. - Thank you.
I'll keep this one--
Ms. Lemaire?
No, no, no.
Come.
Get down.
Oh, no!
Look at me.
Don't be afraid. They want me. Don't move.
Ms. Lemaire? Belhadj, where is he?
Mehdi!
Run!
Come on, let's chill.
You've reached my voice mail. Leave me a mess--
- Wait. - Is that it?
- Are you sure it's not that one? - Oh, stop it. It is the same one.
- That's not it. - You got it wrong!
You're the one who got it wrong.
Hello.
You're with your family?
Yeah, I'm with them. We're hiding at the hotel.
- What's going on? -Some guys just killed the lawyer.
What? Those are Chris' guys.
I have no idea.
If they found me, they can find you too.
When do you leave?
We're leaving now. Well, three days.
Can't you leave sooner?
No, I still have some stuff to sort out. I'll be careful.
- I'll take the diamonds with me. - Okay.
- I'll figure it out in Canada. - Call me when you're on the boat.
Okay, bye.
Aren't you scared of leaving?
I mean, everything you know...
You're not gonna miss it?
Yeah, but what else can I do?
Well, your choice.
Look, Kelly, that's how it is.
That's how it is.
What is it? You didn't like it?
Oh, seriously?
You guys had to come to the kids' room for this?
You've reached my voice mail.
You're sure you've told us everything?
He's going to be at the port tonight.
I don't know anything else. I swear.
Take care of her.
What are you doing here?
A tracker? You put a fucking tracker on me?
- Like I'm a dog? - Yeah, and I'm glad I did.
What's going on here?
- Kelly, stay out of this. - Wait, is this the thief?
I swear on my mother, you better pay for my door.
She your drug supplier?
- Where'd you put the tracker, my phone? - Your jacket.
- What does she know? - She knows nothing. Nothing.
Things are getting hot. I had to move up the boat's departure.
I'll wait in the parking lot. You have two minutes, okay?
- Okay? - Okay.
Hey.
I can't stay.
Wait, hold on. Wanna tell me just who this guy is to you?
He's all I got.
Fuck off.
You smiling at your mama?
Oh, yes.
Again?
Cover the back. I'm going in the front.
Don't move.
Yes, I'll tell your uncle to turn down the music.
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.
- No bags? - No.
I need to check the bilge pump, then I can show you around.
Yeah, yeah.
- Check the basement. - Fuck. He must be downstairs.
Son of a bitch.
Shit!
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