I admit, I never thought that it would end up working.
But you did real good.
One million, like we agreed.
Our Australian friend was very pleased by the first batch.
They want more.
We would like to agree on once per month.
Every month?
Is that a problem?
No, no.
Then we'll meet back here in four weeks.
Uh…
I expect it to go just as smoothly as this one did.
Don't spend it all in one place, Bouman.
I'll be the judge of that.
Take care.
Yeah!
Beer for all!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Yeah!
-All right. You good? -It's all good. Yeah, man, see you later.
No, don't!
No!
No! No, no, no! No, no, no, no!
If that bag falls, I'll break your legs.
Look.
Seems your friend forgot the batteries.
No. No.
I know what you did.
No. No.
It was smart to change out the PMK and the kettles.
But not smart enough.
Formic acid.
But you already knew that.
You chose the wrong side, kid.
No, no, no! No, no, no!
All right, all right. That's enough.
Don't worry.
It's only water.
You tell Ferry
that Arie doesn't like to be betrayed.
You have 24 hours to pay him back his million.
Otherwise both of you will sit here.
And it'll be real formic acid.
Clear?
FERRY: THE SERIES
Ah.
Hey, man. Wild night?
-Huh? -Jesus, what the hell happened to you?
Goddamn it. Come on, come inside.
-I'll kill that prick! Goddamn it. -Ferry… Ferry, relax.
What do you mean? Do you not see what he did to him?
Of course, but we have to keep our heads here.
Tack has an army. We'll lose.
-You think I can't get an army as well? -Yeah? Who then?
Half-wit Poles? Drunk John?
-Look, we only have 24 hours. -Then we'll just have to pay.
No, I'm not paying.
'Cause if we pay, we'll never be taken seriously.
And if we're dead? How seriously will we be taken then?
He's right. If we do anything wrong, they know where Lars lives.
-They know where all of us are. -Yeah, and Daan.
Goddamn it.
-So? -So what?
If we pay, they'll realize it was us, all right.
And we'll have a problem with Pusaka.
I have to call Mick.
Goddamn it, man!
Hey.
We have a problem, Arie.
Bouman is a friend of our club.
And you don't touch friends.
Ferry Bouman is a con artist.
He stole my assets, and now you're falling for it.
Just be glad that have respect for Mick,
or else I would have stomped your ass already.
Who'd help you with that?
Mick, if what Arie says is true…
It's all talk!
If he's gonna accuse me, he'd better have evidence.
Evidence? A blind man could see you're behind this.
You had nothing, and then after that raid
you were somehow able to make a million pills.
Oh, fuck off, man.
The police find a thousand liters of PMK
with a bunch of Poles who I'm not even involved with.
And if I was involved, I still wouldn't have anything,
because everything was seized.
I arranged for everything on my own.
And the only reason you can't take that fact
is because you realize now that your time has run out!
I demand compensation for damage sustained.
-I should pay you? -Fifty K.
Fifty K?
That's more than that chalet of yours.
Arie, you gotta pay Bouman for damage sustained.
Mick…
Twenty-five K.
That's half.
Twenty-five K.
Okay.
Arie, if you've got no evidence, you leave Bouman alone and you pay.
If you want to believe him, that's your problem.
Things will go wrong, Mick.
And I won't forget about this when you come begging for pills.
-Ass. -Bouman.
I don't care how you made those pills,
but in a month, I want another 1,000,000 of 'em
Or else you've got a problem.
And this isn't gonna happen again, princess.
Yeah, got it.
So?
Mick was clear we can't touch Bouman.
So we won't touch Bouman.
Make sure we can cook again soon.
Here. Take this.
In case they come back, all right?
Where did you get that thing?
From my ex.
What kind of exes do you have?
And the necklace?
That also from your ex? What's going on?
Got this for myself.
-Just as a gift. -As a gift?
-Yeah. -Let me see this.
-Hey, easy, it's not a toy. -I know how these things work.
Hey, knock it off, you dummy.
Are you crazy?
Great, now you broke the damn thing. Good god, man, seriously?
-It's a piece of junk, bro. -Yeah, fuck it. Goddamn it, man.
Fucking morons, you two.
Yo.
-What's with him? -Huh?
Ah, that's for Lars.
For protection.
That won't be necessary, boys.
Pusaka protects us.
Arie Tack can't hurt us anymore.
Actually, here, look.
Five K extra, for the damage we all sustained.
-Five grand? -Yeah.
He just up and paid you?
He had no choice.
You're safe now, okay? Believe me.
Only thing is, we gotta start cooking again.
What? Already?
-Let him be for a bit. -We can't miss that deadline.
Arie Tack is quiet now, but if Pusaka gets mad, we have a problem.
It's cool, we're gonna cook. I don't wanna sit around anymore.
-Tough guy. -Yeah.
Only thing is, we only got enough PMK for 200,000 pills. How do we solve that?
How about you start, and I'll take care of it?
Hey, you alive?
Yeah, shit.
Forgot about this.
No worries. We can fix that right up.
Also, that trash has gotta go.
Yeah, I saw a construction site on the Hogeweg.
-That'll work. -Okay, I'll do it.
-You sure? -Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's okay.
Make it sparkle, you guys.
-Yo. -Yo.
Hey, Marco.
Hey, Fer.
You got five minutes?
Yeah, all right.
I know I caught you off-guard last time with my question,
but I don't want things to change between us.
Yeah. Course not.
But I thought you were pissed at me.
No. I thought that you were the one pissed at me.
Jesus. Bunch of drama queens.
Did it work out? That, uh, deal?
Mm-hmm.
-Raked in a million? -Yep.
Fuck. I should've participated.
You still can.
That's why I'm here. To find out how definitive that "no" was before.
One part of me says, "Do it, Marco."
And when I see you, I think, "Shit, loser, take some risks already."
But then another part of me is afraid to get involved.
I gotta admit, I have to pull some tricks to pay for this house, but…
I'm not asking you to do something out of character.
I'm just asking you for that shampoo line that you already wanted,
and to do it by legal means.
And every now and then, a barrel disappears,
and with that cash, you do what you want.
You're not scared they'll find out?
Oh, uh, you always run that risk,
but I've been doing this my whole life.
Only idiots and morons get made.
Also bald guys from Tilburg who are always in the press.
Ah, he was betrayed by one of his own men.
This is me.
Wanna see the lab some time?
Well, checking it out won't hurt.
But that's all.
This is not a "yes."
Hmm.
And don't say anything to Sabien.
-We keep this simple. -Yeah, sure.
Oh God.
Okay.
ANONYMOUS GOOD NIGHT
Oh, fuck.
Piece of crap.
Yazmine, come on. Fleur's here.
Hello? Come on, sweetie. Put it away and grab your helmet.
Chop-chop.
Yeah…
-Come on, come on. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Backpack. -Jeez.
Arms through. Yeah.
-Bye. -Bye.
Fucking hell.
Hey, come on, open up, man.
Good god.
Shithead!
-Come outside. -Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.
How's it going?
Where were you yesterday? Did it work?
What? Yeah. Yeah.
Jeez, you look terrible.
Yeah, I know. I… wasn't able to sleep.
Someone was here again. I'm being followed.
-What? You can always call us. -Yeah.
Yeah.
Now, come on. We gotta cook.
What? You think it's a good idea to cook like this?
You should take some time for yourself.
No, I feel safer in the lab.
I'll grab my stuff.
In Maaseik, in the province of Limburg,
we have reports of a nine-year-old girl severely injured
after she fell from her bike into a puddle of chemicals.
On her way to school,
the child probably came into contact with dumped waste,
most likely from the manufacturing of Ecstasy.
The girl was promptly taken to the hospital,
and is scheduled to be transferred to the burn unit tomorrow
for further treatment.
Oh my god. That poor girl.
It's terrible.
Just dumping that crap in the woods.
Yeah, and the worst part is, the police don't do a thing about it.
But if I drive even slightly over the speed limit, they're in my face.
-Yeah. -But with an actual criminal, no response.
We should line 'em up and shoot 'em, that's what I think.
I don't think we should shoot them. That's a bit much, no?
Pardon?
No, but I mean, really?
Like, think of all the factories
that continuously blow poison into the air and dump waste in the water.
No one's shooting the folks who work there.
Well, that's different, isn't it?
Yeah, I agree.
-Oh. -Have any kids?
I'm pregnant.
Then I'll talk to you in nine months.
My kids play in those woods. I can't even imagine it.
No, no, that… that's right, Mieke.
Let's change the subject, guys,
because it's bad enough right now as it is.
-Good. -Lean forward just a bit.
Hey, honey.
I picked up the pretty new ride.
Fer, have you heard about that little girl in Maaseik?
What? What girl?
A girl was badly burned
in the woods in Maaseik by chemical waste from a drug lab.
Was that ours?
No, no, no.
We don't do that.
We dump everything neatly in porta-potties, sweetie.
Really?
Really.
Oh, that's a weight off my back.
-I could not have lived with that, Fer. -Yeah, I get it.
Hey, I, uh… I gotta hang up now.
See you this evening?
Yeah, I'll see you later.
-All right, bye. -Okay, bye.
-Ferry. -So, ready for the company open house?
Wow, what kind of tank you got there, man?
You don't waste any time, do you?
Not cheap.
Here.
What's that?
For your protection.
Isn't that a bit much, man?
If you don't know where it is, you don't gotta lie, huh?
Hey, come on.
Dude, is that necessary? I'm eatin' pizza here, man.
Eating pizza? Seriously?
Get back to work.
Fool, you know that's, like, carcinogenic.
Why do you think I'm wearing this thing?
All good here?
Yeah, I'm wiped, okay? It's just a little speed to keep me awake.
It's all good. Come on. Get back to work.
Take it off.
Paradise.
Let's go.
Middle of nowhere. No prying eyes. Huh?
-Oh, man… -Ugh.
Talk about stink.
Don't exaggerate, man. This way they don't smell the lab, eh?
Really?
Ah, shit…
We're working with PMK,
but if we're going to use safrole, a new step will get added.
Plus we'll need an additional installation here, so…
Hey, Fer.
Hey, uh…
-Marco. -Marco, Marco. Hey, hey.
Hey.
I was curious to see it.
-Ferry told me a lot about it. -Oh yeah?
Hopefully all good things, yeah?
Because Ferry can sometimes give information the Ferry way, you know?
You gotta know him, of course, but, uh…
How many pills you make in a day?
Uh, 120,000 now, if all goes well.
But everything's good. No problem, no problem.
Hey.
You all right?
Yeah.
How long's a batch take?
Uh, 18 hours now, including the cooling.
Depends, you know? Pill machine can't jam, of course.
Hey, Ferry, can we talk real quick?
-What? Right now? -Yeah, right now, yeah. Now, come on.
Remco, Dennis,
why don't you show him how the pill machine works?
All right.
This is the pill machine.
Put the MDMA powder in there,
the speed, the binding agent,
and then the pills come out.
Yeah.
Okay.
Here.
Kangaroo.
Here.
-Nah… -Go on, just check it out.
Oh yeah.
I have an investor visit, and you're here snorting speed? Really?
What? No!
You're high as a kite, man, come on.
-Tack isn't keeping his end of the deal. -Tack what?
Last night, I got a text from an anonymous number.
-What? -It said, "Good night."
-"Good night?" -They're watching me, man.
-Was there anything else? -They're also following me.
-You didn't lead them here, did you? -No, I'm careful!
But when I was doing the dumping, they followed me. You gotta talk to Mick.
Last night? You dumped last night? Are you kidding me?
Goddamn it, Lars.
Man, they're just trying to scare you.
They want you to slip up, Lars. You can't let these guys bother you.
And stop using that shit, It'll rot your damn brain.
Okay, they explain everything all right?
Porta-potties, man?
Yeah, and?
Any questions for these guys?
Yeah.
You got a porta-potty here? I gotta piss.
With the pigs.
Did you go with him to dump the shit?
-No, we had to clean up here. -And do you know where he went?
-Yeah, Maaseik. -Goddamn it.
What?
What? This morning a girl fell in a puddle of chemical waste
out in the woods in Maaseik.
Don't even mention it to Lars.
He's not doing well. I don't think he can handle news like that.
Just keep an eye on him,
and make sure he doesn't use any more of that fucking speed.
So? What do you think?
Good guys, right?
-Fer… -What?
-Lars was clearly high on speed. -I saw that, but he's not like that.
He's had a really shitty week.
Coincidentally, the one day that I come to the lab?
-Yes. -I don't know, Fer, I mean…
I don't trust guys who do drugs at work. It's a mentality.
That doesn't end well. I've seen that in nightclubs.
This isn't the same thing, Marco.
If I come on board,
I gotta do it with the least risk, okay? It's already dangerous.
And a junkie is asking for trouble, brother-in-law or not.
Yeah, but am I supposed to kick him out? He's a good kid, you know.
Ferry, forget it, man.
I can't be a part of this. Sorry.
Goddamn it!
Fu yung hai, ku lo yuk, chop choy…
Bami?
Yeah, that's fine.
Okay.
Here you go.
Come on, eat. Don't wait 'til it's cold.
Mmm.
Sabien is putting a collection box in the salon,
for that girl who got burned.
Can I have some red sauce?
Well, and I was thinking we could do the same thing here at the campground.
Maybe at the cash register in the shop. Right? So we can do something.
Oh, man, that'd be horrible, right? If our child one day…
Hey, can we talk about something else?
Whoa, easy. What's wrong?
Nothing's wrong. I'm eating here.
Can we cut the work talk for five minutes?
Well, this isn't about your work, Fer. There's nothing you couldn't have done.
Right?
Fer, what's going on?
It looks like… It looks like it was us.
No…
Oh, it can't be.
-You said it wasn't. -Well, that's what I thought.
How can that be true? Don't you do it cleanly?
A mistake was made, and, uh, it wasn't me. So…
It happened, it's shitty, and I can't do anything about it.
"I can't do anything about it"? Really?
It won't happen ever again.
Promise.
I don't understand how you can eat right now.
Yeah, just walk away.
Sure we can't bring you a Quattro Stagioni pizza?
No. I'm not hungry.
All right. See you tomorrow, okay?
Yeah, bye.
Later.
Hey!
Come here, you assholes, come on!
Come here and fight me, jerks! God fucking damn it!
Hey, shut up, shit-head!
I'm trying to sleep, goddamn it!
-Hey, morning. -Morning.
Yo, Lars, open up.
Lars?
Goddamn it.
This is Lars. I'm not here. Leave a message.
Yo. Hey, man, call me back.
I'm meeting with Marco and you gotta come with.
Come on, John.
You must know a guy who can get me a gun.
Something that's small and fits in a pocket.
-What do you need it for? -To protect myself.
Hmm.
You better stay far away from a weapon, then.
Look at you, man.
You're gacked outta your mind.
Says the biggest drunk in Brabant.
Going around with a weapon only causes problems.
Well, I already have problems, man!
Apparently no one gives a fuck.
Never mind, I'll just figure it out myself.
Lars!
I'll see what I can do for you.
I'll ask around, okay?
-Okay. -But stay calm, all right?
Okay, thank you.
Okay.
Mmm, is that bami?
Yeah. You want some?
I'm really not hungry.
What is it?
Hmm, nothing.
Yeah…
It's something. What is it?
Hmm?
You were right.
About what?
About the waste in Maaseik.
Jesus, what kinda world am I bringing my baby into, Sabien?
Whoa, hold on a minute, all right? I never said that.
I just can't think of anything else now, and everything is so…
The world's so full of evil now,
and… and there's really nothing we can even do.
That's not true.
Hey.
Hey, you're a good person, Daan.
And good people act as a counterweight.
And you will make a good person out of that little one.
And that'll make the difference. Hmm?
Tonight they're having a get-together in that girl's neighborhood.
You should go.
I'll come with you, if you want.
It'll be okay.
Lars here?
-No. -You know where he is?
No. We dropped him off at home yesterday,
but his car was gone this morning.
Can you continue without him?
Hey, you can't ask us to do that, man. He's our friend.
-We're not just gonna ditch him. -Who's talking about ditching the guy?
If he's not here now, he's of no use.
-John? -Fer.
You should know, Lars just came to me.
He was high on speed.
-Looking for a gun. -Goddamn it.
I told him I would see what I could do so he won't go shopping elsewhere.
The kid's not doing well.
No, I know that.
But thanks for the warning.
-Where were you? -Does it matter?
I needed you. And you're with John, buying some weapons?
He called you?
-If you won't protect me, then I have to… -I am protecting you, stupid!
-They're just trying to scare you. -Yeah, well, it's working.
Are you high again?
Huh?
I already told you, you need to stop sniffing that stuff.
-I'll decide for myself. -No.
-What "no"? -No!
You have to go away for a while. You're not thinking very clear.
-Go home. -You're kicking me out?
-For now, yeah. -Oh yeah?
For your own good.
No way, you can't toss me aside. Without me you are nothing.
Not doing so great now with you either. I'm not giving a junkie access to drugs.
-Daan would never forgive me. -I am not a junkie.
But you were.
I just need the speed for now so I can stay awake, you hear me?
Go home, Lars. Go to sleep.
-We'll take care of things here. -Fuck you, Ferry.
Fuck you.
You're a hypocritical bastard. You know what?
Make the pills yourself. Come on guys, we're going.
Ferry's right, Lars.
-What? -You're not doing well.
This is dangerous, man. You gotta calm down a bit.
Wow, great friends. Thanks a lot. Thank you, really.
Thank you all for caring so much.
I'll just sit by myself, alone at my place, easy target.
You're staying with me and Daan until you're better.
Fuck you, Ferry.
Lars!
I'll clear it up with him.
Can you continue here?
Yeah, for now we can.
We can finish this batch, but after that, the PMK's out.
Yeah.
Hey…
Thanks.
Hey, Marco. You got five minutes?
-Sabien's not home? -She's upstairs getting changed.
-Drink? -Nah.
You okay?
You were right.
Lars is a good guy,
but he's clearly not well,
so I kicked him out
until he can prove that he's no longer a liability.
That must not have been easy to do.
I really need you, man.
I can't do it without you.
I promise you it'll be worth your while.
Please?
Okay.
Let's do it.
Ha!
And now, an innocent child has been hurt by Ecstasy.
A little girl whose life and family will never be the same.
And what's next? Are we gonna wait for kids to start dying
before the police actually do something about it?
No, we're not!
We're past the point of simply talking.
Now is the time to take action!
Hey, sweetie, it's okay. Come on.