[groovy, soulful pop-rock song playing]
[song trails off]
[low buzzing overhead]
[pulsing, bass-heavy blues rock playing]
What the fuck!
[officers] Federal police! Hands up! Hands! Hands up!
POLICE
[officer] Police! Show me your hands!
Hands up!
Hands on your head, now!
Get up! Now!
Get up, now.
FERRY: THE SERIES
You'll definitely sell those pills, Willy. This ain't a problem here.
You'll be in all the major cities,
but if you think you will only sell 1,000, you'll only sell 1,000.
Just try to think big.
Don't you buy this junk here in bulk too?
So, 5,000, 10,000?
I think I'll take 250 of 'em.
That's all, Fer.
And then we'll just have to see after that.
[door unlocks]
-[man] Five hundred. -I only sell by the thousand.
[man chuckles wryly]
That's way too much, man.
Rutger, you gotta dream big here.
If you think you'll sell 500, then you will only sell 500.
Five hundred's enough.
All right, then. I'll just find someone else to sell to.
Sounds good.
[Ferry sighs]
[Ferry] Hey.
Got something to put 'em in?
What? You're gonna count 'em?
Calm down.
You know anyone else interested,
contact me.
[engine splutters]
-[engine continues spluttering] -Just leave it right there.
[sustained spluttering]
[engine turns over]
SNACK SHOP RUDY
[man] Good afternoon, it's one o'clock. Now for the news with Jan Van Delm.
During a major police operation
against the organized drug ring in the Dutch province of Noord-Brabant,
local police discovered the biggest ecstasy lab in the province's history.
The alleged kingpin, Arie T., was arrested at his home simultaneously.
-Peekaboo. -About a dozen gang members were present
at the moment of the raid.
They were responsible for manufacturing the synthetic drugs.
The region has been known for years as the largest exporter of ecstasy.
-Ferry, right? -The investigation is part of…
I'm Jurgen. The one and only Perp from Antwerp.
My kickboxing name.
[Ferry] Five hundred.
Three euros per pill makes 1,500.
One thing, yeah?
I think big.
Global, you feel me?
Not a one-time thing.
I wanna… [imitates rocket whooshing] …grow, understand?
So, what I want to ask is,
could you, next time, deliver 10,000?
Yeah.
-A hundred thousand? -Yeah.
A million?
Anything's possible.
All right, all right, cool.
And how about logos? Anything possible there, huh?
What if I needed maybe…
Like, um, let's see, um, kangaroos for example?
Show me some money first.
The money?
[laughs]
This is it, maestro.
Oh my God. What is that?
-You rob, like, a parking meter or… -Bread is bread, man. It's all here.
Yeah.
Yeah!
Shit. Police.
[Jurgen] We're in deep shit.
-Fuck. -They're just getting french fries.
-You a cop or what? -Seriously?
-Huh? This like a set-up, man? What? -Hey, relax.
-You a fucking cop or not? -Hey, calm the fuck down, man!
Fuck my life. Fuck.
Stay here, idiot, stay here.
-Fuck! -Goddamn it. Dumb-ass.
[officer] Peter? Hey freeze!
-Shit. -Fuck!
-[officer] Freeze! -Damn it.
[engine spluttering]
God-fucking-damn it!
[funky rock song playing]
[Jurgen] Hey! Fuck you, man!
[diner] Hey!
Fuck you.
[song trails off]
[electronic beeping]
-[woman] Daan? -[Daan] Yeah.
-Daan? -Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, shit.
[beeping continues]
Shit.
Crap, crap, crap, crap.
Ow! Ow!
-Shakira, look at this. What a mess. -[Shakira whimpers]
[man] Anybody need some ice?
[Daan] Marco, you are such a lifesaver. Yeah, just put it in the cooler.
-Hey, honey. -[Daan] Sabien.
Oh, congratulations! Hey, congrats on the new chalet.
Yeah, thanks.
The new freezer was supposed to get delivered today. It's still not here.
No problem. I'll just take it out of your wages.
[Daan] Ugh!
Hey, where's the maestro?
I don't know. He should have been here half an hour ago already.
Oh. Is he getting cold feet?
[Daan] Hmm?
Dang, Daan. It's absolutely gorgeous here, huh?
-Yeah? -Yeah.
You've done well.
Yeah, so the painter just has to come here,
because there in the corner my pole wasn't long enough.
[disgruntled sigh]
So, like, this isn't a chalet, man. It's a legit fucking palace, bro.
[toilet flushes]
Bed's bigger than my room, bro.
-Mm-hmm. -They went all out.
Sure did.
Damn, look at this.
Guess your sister likes to spoil Ferry, doesn't she?
Hey, don't do that.
Don't smell that, man.
You think Ferry's ever on top with that fat body of his?
Dude. Now that image is stuck in my head.
Thanks for that.
-[man 1 chuckling] -He put it in his pocket.
Bunch of idiots.
[festive music playing in distance]
[partygoer] Hey, Ferry.
Hey.
-[overlapping greetings] -About time you got here.
[Ferry] Ah…
-Jeez, what took you so long? -Car problem.
Are you serious?
Yeah, issue with the suspension or something.
Okay. But why didn't you just call?
Someone would have picked you up, and--
Hey, it's fine. How's it going here?
-Great. -All is well?
[Daan] Yeah, I think they all love it.
Here.
Ah, you did good, babe.
Well, John is the only one not doing great.
That's his third glass in 15 minutes.
I'll, uh, speak to him in a bit.
-Okay, good, yeah. -But I'm gonna go get changed now, okay?
[man 1] Yeah, yeah. Hey, Fer!
How'd it go?
[Ferry sighs]
Not good.
-[man 1] Huh? -Not good.
A bunch of cops showed up out of nowhere.
That crazy friend of yours, Jurgen, he panicked and screwed up the whole deal.
-I got away just in time. -What about the cash?
The money's the first thing you think of?
I could've gone to jail, man.
But we were supposed to get paid today.
You'll have to wait, because I don't have it.
-It's gone. -All of it?
Yeah, the car got impounded.
-What about us? We have to make a living. -Yeah?
Am I speaking Chinese, man? I don't have it.
Stop your whining.
Can I enjoy my own fucking get-together, or is that too much to friggin' ask?
-Calm down. It's cool. -Hold on.
The car wasn't in your name, was it? They can't tie it to us, can they?
No, of course not.
We'll talk tomorrow.
Grab a cold beer, a sausage roll.
They're great. Hmm?
Have yourselves a nice evening.
Yo.
That sucks.
[somber, introspective music playing]
[sighs heavily]
[indistinct chatter]
[glass clinking]
Yo! Everyone, shut up!
Hey! Ya bunch of freeloaders!
[chatter subsides]
Listen up!
Hey, sweetheart, come over here.
Okay.
You all had a chance to see our new home,
and, well, uh, it's all really nice.
-It's, uh, great. -Great.
Daan really did a great job.
[man 1] Danny!
[partygoers cheer]
And she picked everything out on her own,
except the television,
'cause she doesn't know much about that stuff.
-[laughter] -[Daan] Mmm.
Uh, but I'm happy the two of us have a new home.
Same here.
A real home isn't made by a comfy sofa or a soft bed.
It's only made by you, Daan.
[partygoers] Aw!
Because the truth is, you complete me.
[partygoers] Aw!
And if you're happy, I'm happy.
And when you're sad, I am too.
And I'll do anything for the rest of my life to make you happy.
And with that said, my dear lady,
honey,
-I wanna ask you something. -My god!
[excited clamoring]
[man 2] Ferry, just ask her.
[Ferry] Shh!
Uh, Danielle…
Adriana Gertrude van Marken,
would you please be my wife?
[muffled gasp]
Yes, I would love that.
[all cheering]
[cheering continues]
[man] All right! Hey, hey, hey!
We're getting married!
-[Danielle retches] -[cheering halts]
You okay?
Watch out, watch it, you'll fall off. Hey, what's wrong? You okay? Huh?
Come on, we'll go to the bathroom. Come on, yeah?
Sorry. [Danielle retches]
[Sabien] Oh, baby girl.
It was just really intense. The emotions, I think.
-Yeah. -[man] You okay?
-Yeah. -[man] Yeah? Hey, congratulations.
-I'm really happy for you two. -[Danielle chuckles]
Little bro.
I'm gonna grab a beer.
Come on. Show me that ring, lady, 'cause I still haven't seen it.
[Ferry] Look at those amazing women.
I can still see us at the disco parties with our faces covered in zits.
-All the girls ran away from us. -I had a girlfriend.
-Really, who was it? -Michelle.
Ah, Michelle doesn't count, man. Michelle had everyone in the campground.
That guy, even that guy, uh, Wim.
-Liermans? -Liermans!
-Yeah, he fingered her in the cafeteria. -Ah, no way. Don't say that.
-She was a really nice girl, Michelle. -Yeah, nice. Right.
-[Ferry] She was! -[Marco] Okay, man.
-[Danielle] I just changed my clothes. -Honey, come here. Are you feeling better?
Yeah, sure.
Daan, Fer…
[bottles clink]
[John] Hey, can I have a moment?
Daan, Ferry.
Brother-in-law.
I wanna congratulate you.
A beautiful couple.
A great couple.
So, uh…
To love!
[partygoers] To love!
[John] And I…
hope that you will go on
to be as…
content with one another as Clau and I were…
were…
once.
I mean, um,
I hope that you two will live happily ever after, yeah?
[bottles clattering]
[partygoers exclaiming in concern]
John.
Here. Drink up. I'll handle it.
[John chuckling]
[Ferry] Come here, man.
Goddamn it, get up, buddy. All right.
[grunts] Come on, we're going home, okay?
Come on. Hey.
[kisses] See you later.
[broody blues music playing]
[John collapses]
[Ferry] Ah, goddamn it. Hey, come on.
All right. Good, you're drunk.
There you go.
Here.
Watch it.
Up the steps. Yeah.
Keys.
Just, uh, sit down right here.
Just like that. Good.
Boy, oh boy, what a mess, man.
Clau would be ashamed.
Yeah, Clau is dead, Ferry.
Go back to your party, man, and your friends.
You got a good place. Don't mess it up.
It's a load of crap.
Huh?
It's all fake.
I got that place with my money from Amsterdam.
It's all gone now.
Nothing left, man.
And the pills, then?
[Ferry chuckles]
That's going nowhere.
Can't find a way in.
And Daan doesn't know.
I make sure she has a good life, but how long can I keep that up?
What's she gonna say when she hears that everything…
[John groans blearily]
[chuckles]
-♪ I went down ♪ -["St. James Infirmary Blues" playing]
♪ To St. James Infirmary ♪
Come on. Come here.
♪ And I saw my baby ♪
There you go.
♪ There ♪
All right.
♪ She was stretched out on a long silver table ♪
♪ So cold ♪
♪ So sweet ♪
♪ And so fair ♪
[reporter] Now that it's clear the world economy is still vulnerable
in the aftermath of the crisis,
the international economic context is still very uncertain, to say the least.
And now we'll head over to Hamont-Achel, near the Dutch border,
where on Tuesday morning
police raided what they're now calling the biggest known ecstasy lab to date.
The border region with the Netherlands has been the long-time setting
for the worldwide production of synthetic drugs.
According to a police spokesperson,
the unit acted after receiving an anonymous tip.
In the warehouse, a dozen gang members were discovered during the raid
who were found to be responsible for manufacturing the synthetic drugs.
Thirteen people were arrested,
among them the alleged kingpin of the gang, Arie T.
T. has been described by the justice department
as the king of ecstasy.
During the raid, more than a million pills with a kangaroo logo
were said to have been confiscated.
According to the investigators,
they were ready for transportation to Australia.
[vehicle approaching]
[Danielle] All right.
Well, Mrs. Bouman's going to work.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, not quite yet, Mrs. Bouman.
Yeah, almost.
Oh, but be careful though, okay, because it gets stuck in second gear.
Go easy on my sweet ride.
[Ferry chuckling]
-See you tonight. -Okay, bye.
[groovy, rousing rock song playing]
♪ Green, green, bluest green ♪
♪ It's the coolest cool I've ever seen ♪
♪ Red, red… ♪
[Ferry] Goddamn it.
♪ It's the slippiest color I've ever met ♪
♪ Blue, blue, sky's blue too ♪
♪ It's the bluest sky I ever flew ♪
Fucking idiot!
[Jurgen splutters]
-Ah, shit. -[song halts]
Leave me alone!
The kangaroos, who blabbed about them?
-About what? -About the pills?
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
Who told you about those pills, huh?
Huh? Huh?
My friend!
He told me about a deal with Arie Tack, and that they got nothing now.
Which friend?
I can't say.
Tell me, or your head's going in and you'll be looking for damn teeth.
Not my teeth, dude! Not my teeth, no!
-Say his name! -It's Onno!
He's in that motorcycle gang, Pusaka!
Tack's pills were all for those guys. They transport all the shit to Australia.
[pained groaning]
So Pusaka has nothing?
Huh? And what were you gonna do?
Bring 'em 500 pills?
For Onno. As a test.
Listen, asshole, you're getting me in touch with those guys.
-Today, got it? -It's not that simple, dude.
What do you mean, "Not that simple?"
You get me in with Pusaka,
or else I promise I'll bash your brains until they start gushing out of your ears.
-You hear me? Huh? -Hey! Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay, cool.
God, just relax, man.
Goddamn it.
Lunatic.
Wow, that smells good.
Yeah, Marco came up with it yesterday.
Yeah. Totally organic and artisanal.
I would buy it in a heartbeat.
[Sabien] Don't say that out loud,
'cause he's wanted to have his own shampoo line for years,
and then I'll never see him.
[Danielle] People can dream, right?
[Sabien] Yeah, I guess.
By the way, dreamer, you guys thought of a venue yet?
A venue?
Yeah. That's the first thing you gotta reserve. They get all booked up.
No. We don't even have a date right now, so…
[Sabien] I wouldn't wait on that.
[Danielle exhales]
[Danielle gagging]
Ugh, sorry, I need to go to the back for a sec.
Oh, Jesus.
[toilet flushes]
[Danielle exhales]
I think I got it all out now.
Oh, no, sweetie.
-You all right? -Yeah.
It's weird, 'cause yesterday I didn't have that much to drink.
I think it could've been the scampi, ugh.
Yeah, but I also ate that.
Sure it's not anything else? Huh?
You aren't late by any chance, are you?
Because the way you are about taking the pill sometimes…
No, I've been late before, so, no.
It's probably stress from the remodel. It's noth…
-[Sabien] So, yes. -No.
No, but I have… I…
Oh, shit.
[Ferry] How many pills are left?
[man] None. Why?
I'm sure you've seen the news about Arie Tack.
What?
He was supposed to deliver to Pusaka, but that's not happening anymore,
so I made an arrangement for a meeting tonight with Pusaka,
but I can't go there empty-handed.
Yeah, kind of a problem.
We've got nothing at all?
No, I gave you the 30,000 yesterday. You said you wanted to sell all of 'em.
-Could you make new ones? -Yeah, right. For tonight.
-Are those pills all gone? -Yeah, they were in the car.
-What? -Well, maybe they haven't been found.
-How would they not have found them yet? -'Cause they were under the spare tire.
-Yeah, and? -And it's the weekend.
Those guys aren't gonna work overtime for 500 pills that Jurgen left behind.
Hey, it's worth a shot, right?
-Yeah, where is it? With the cops? -I don't know.
Maybe it's in the impound.
Okay, hop in.
What, in there?
Yeah, we can't really just waltz in there. What'd you expect? Is that a problem, or…
Is it a problem? What the hell do you think, Ferry?
You're asking us to break into a police department.
It's not a police department.
Okay, and then just walk out with 30,000 pills.
We're risking our lives two times here.
It's just an impound.
-Meanwhile, we're not getting paid. -You whining about money again?
Yeah. We gotta make a living, right?
This is it. This is our big deal. If this works, then we'll all be good.
Jesus, don't be difficult.
-Lars has drinks and chips for you guys. -Yeah, here you go. Take these.
Drinks. Chips. Head lamps.
Yeah, take care.
Goddamn idiots.
WE RESERVE THESE PARKING SPOTS FOR YOU
[funky, bass-heavy music playing]
[man] All right, it's secured. Hoist it up.
-This is gonna work. -Shut up, man. Quiet.
-By the way, we're… -Shh!
-He's gonna hoist it up. -Hey!
-Here. Some more chips. -Great.
[tow truck rumbling]
Oh, man. I really gotta take a piss.
You're too late, man.
I already pissed.
CHECK-IN
[truck jolts, halts]
[truck door opening]
Shh!
Huh?
-Should I look? -Huh?
Should I look?
Uh, yeah.
Quietly.
[man 1] Fuck.
Crap.
-What the fuck! -[man 2] Push! Push it.
[phone rings]
-Hey. How'd it go? -[man 2] We're stuck.
What do you mean, stuck?
Dude, we can't open the door. It's up against a car.
-You gotta come help us. -Yeah.
Okay, uh, stay calm. We're coming, all right?
And please come quick. I gotta pee bad!
Yeah!
What?
[jazzy, funky heist music playing]
Hey there.
Yo.
Supposedly, my car was brought over here.
-It's… gray. -Oh, it's gray.
-Can you be more specific? -It's a Range Rover…
Range Rover.
[heist music continuing]
[Lars] Dennis!
Yes! God, come on, man. Hurry.
I'm coming.
-[Dennis] Yeah, push it. -Okay!
[impound employee] You go to the police station?
Uh, to pay the penalty? You likely got a letter in the mail already.
Jesus. Did you go?
-I told you I had to piss. -That's gross, bro.
You get the pills while we see if there's something to snag here.
-What? -Yo.
Hey!
Boys.
Uh, my wife sent me here.
It's her car, and if I don't leave with her car, I've got a problem.
[weary sigh]
Got the plates?
-The plates? -The plates!
Hey, Dennis, man, what are you doing?
-Dude, you see these rims? -Yeah, but we don't got time for that.
-You know how much these cost, bro? -Cost? We have… [splutters]
Just help me with this, man. Come on.
Uh, honey.
Uh, you know the license plate number?
One, five, Y… What?
No. Uh…
One…
One, three, X.
-[employee] Are they Dutch? -No, Belgian.
Lars, run! Run!
Fuck!
Boys, run for it!
[jazzy, funky heist music continuing]
-Fuck, fuck, fuck. -[employee] Hey!
-Go, go! -Hey!
Fuckers!
[excited hollering]
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
[vehicle approaching rapidly]
Hey. You fixed?
You can't be serious. Hurry up, man.
Hang on. Don't you know what kind of people hang here?
[horn blaring]
Showtime.
[rowdy metal music playing faintly]
Wow. It sure is busy.
[Pusaka member] Pusaka forever.
[Pusaka members] Hey! Pusaka!
[Pusaka hollering, whooping]
[rowdy metal continuing]
Maybe we come back another time?
We're here now. Where is that friend of yours?
Hey, you know that guy?
Onno?
-Come on. -A party? Are you serious?
It's all good. Come on.
Yo, brother. What's up, man?
Why are you here? I told you never to come here, dumb-fuck.
Yeah, I know, man. But you'll thank me, I swear, man.
-[Onno] What are you talking about? -This is Ferry.
He can help with that little problem.
What problem?
Huh?
In Kangarooland.
-You been telling people our business? -Chill, man, only with this guy. Only him.
[Pusaka member] Onno.
-What's going on? -[Onno] I don't know.
Members only.
-I want to speak to the boss. -Ricardo?
I don't think so. Get lost.
Fifteen minutes.
That's all I need.
Tell him that Ferry Bouman is here.
-[Onno] Fucking… -Hey, chill, all right? Stay chill.
Pusaka forever!
[all chanting] Pusaka!
["Best Laid Plans" by Steve Ouimette playing]
♪ Welcome to the war ♪
♪ I've got your whole world ♪
[bikers grunting, hollering]
Heavy shit, huh?
[Ferry] Shut up, man.
Come with me. Onno, you too.
["Take My Time/Rifles" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club playing]
Hey.
[Onno] Hey, Prez.
Onno.
You know this guy?
No.
[club president] It looks like he knows you, doesn't it?
Yeah, maybe.
What does it say on my jacket?
President.
-[president] That's right. -Yeah.
Not "idiot," right?
Answer the question.
What's that dude doing here?
I don't know.
[blows landing]
Hey, guys, take it easy on him. Look, Onno doesn't know anything.
I came here with a friend of his.
Hey, shut up.
So, you blabbing about Pusaka with outsiders? About the club?
Was it not clear when we said no contact, huh?
-Sorry, Prez, really won't happen again. -You got that right, kid.
You're out. In bad standing.
And don't show your fucking face here again.
[door opens]
[door slams shut]
Listen, man, I don't wanna ruin your big club party, okay?
But with Arie Tack away in jail, you guys got a bit of a problem.
And that's a problem I can fix.
You a cop?
Jesus, do I look like a cop?
No, I'm not a cop.
No one is stupid enough to just walk in here.
Listen, even if Tack is released from jail,
it'll take him weeks or months to get a lab that big up and running.
That means you will be without pills for weeks or months.
You think you can solve that with this bag?
Test 'em out. It's top quality.
Don't believe it? Call my old friends in Amsterdam.
Ask them if they know who Ferry Bouman is.
[snickers]
One million pills were lost.
Do you really think they're gonna wait for you in Australia?
Get out.
Give me back my pills, man! Give me my pills!
Give me my pills, goddamn it! Give 'em back!
Asshole! Goddamn it, let me go!
Let go! Get the fuck off me! Goddamn it!
[Ferry yelling indignantly]
-Damn it! Ow! Goddamn it! -[Pusaka member] Fuck off.
-So, how'd it go? -Fuck you, man.
Hey, Ferry, think you could drop me off at home?
-Fuck off, man! Fuck off! -Hey, come on. Chill, dude.
Hey!
[engine revs]
Ferry!
[tense music playing]
[Danielle] Fer?
-Hey, honey. -Hey, sweetie…
So, we have to talk.
I'm pregnant.
Hey, you have to say something or else I'll flip out.
How's that even…
Aren't you on the pill?
Yeah, yeah, I am. But you know that I'm forgetful sometimes, and…
Well, I… I don't know…
I… I think I'm kinda happy about it.
Aren't you?
Fer.
Jesus.
Say something.
I dunno how much longer we'll be able to go on.
What?
Like how?
This house.
This life.
My money's dried up.
I can't even pay your brother anymore.
I kept it from you for so long because…
I really thought that things would turn around, but…
you deserve a lot better than me.
And that child deserves a whole lot better than me.
It was all a lie.
Hey.
What, no. No, it wasn't. You love me, right?
More than anyone else.
Well, that's the only thing that matters. You and me.
Jesus, Fer, you don't think I just fell for you for your money, do you?
I fell for who you are, okay?
For who you really are.
And for that heart of yours.
I want you, all right? All I want is you.
And I think it'll be so awesome to have a little baby with you.
So, we're gonna have a kid?
And even if we lived in a tent, I honestly wouldn't give a shit.
Whatever happens,
I'm sure the baby will be just fine, you know.
[vehicles approaching]
Wait right here.
I'll take care of this.
[engines revving]
Ferry Bouman?
Who's asking?
Mick de Boer.
World President of Pusaka.
I heard that you paid our Dutch colleagues a visit tonight
and were not received very well.
Ricardo spoke out of turn, and, well, that wasn't necessary,
shouldn't have happened,
given your reputation in Amsterdam.
Yeah?
And?
I inspected your stuff.
Good quality.
Very good, even.
In two weeks, a new transport's leaving.
So how many can you deliver by then?
How many do you want?
One million.
[chuckling wryly]
Yeah, if the price is right.
One million for 1,000,000.
And this is for the 30,000 you already delivered.
You got balls, Bouman.
I appreciate that.
But don't blow it. You say yes now, you have to deliver.
See you in two weeks.
[rowdy rock song playing]
House arrest?
Don't let anyone tell you this ain't the best country in the world.
-It's handled? -Yeah, I swept everything. And no bugs.
Tell Pusaka that in two weeks we'll be up and running.
Yeah, I did.
I just talked to Ricardo, and he's pissed.
Mick apparently wants to work with someone else.
Guy named Ferry Bouman.
Who the fuck is Ferry Bouman?
[rowdy rock song continuing]