[baby crying]
[Danielle] I know.
[Danielle soothing]
[baby wails]
Everything'll be all right, okay?
Yeah, you're all right. Shh.
[baby fussing]
[gently] Yeah.
[Ferry] Daan?
Where are you going?
Away.
Come home. It's cold out here.
Shh. Quiet. Quiet, sweetie, okay? Hush, sweetie, quiet down.
Let me.
No.
- Here. - No.
That is my child. Give her here.
Go away.
- Give her to me. - No.
You bitch!
[Ferry grunting]
You get...
your...
fucking hands off of her.
[grunts]
[dark, cryptic music playing]
[music trails off]
Hey.
That took a while.
Well?
Not good.
Why not?
Well, apparently, my statement isn't enough to get Ferry arrested.
They said they need proof.
- Proof? - [faucet running]
Like what?
Where the lab is, who his clients are, that kind of thing.
And the oil that you sold Ferry?
As long as they don't know where it is, it's out of their control.
- [Marco sighs] - What now?
[Marco, faintly] Well, uh, I'm not really sure.
I can maybe get Ferry to bring me back to the lab.
But how do I do that? "Hey, Fer, can I come back to the lab?"
"Where's that lab again?" Fuck.
[floorboards creak]
What was that?
- Hey. - Hey.
I had to pee and I saw the light was on.
Is everything okay?
Mm-hmm.
Are you arguing about Ferry, or...
How long were you there?
Mm, just came down.
Marco just told me what he and Ferry are doing.
And that apparently everybody knew,
except me.
- Yeah, sorry, I really regret that... - Right now I don't want to talk about it.
Go to bed. Right now I need to speak to Marco.
Okay.
[woman snorting]
[bluesy rock music playing]
I love her so much.
And she don't know what I do for her.
And all the money I have now is for her.
If she doesn't know, you should tell her.
You must communicate.
She don't believe me.
And... And now she don't wanna see me anymore.
Poor soul.
I... I made mistakes.
[Ferry snorts]
You know what?
You should do something romantic, you know?
What does she like?
Flowers.
- Good. What kind of flowers? - Red.
Then you should buy her red flowers.
- Red flowers? - Yes.
And then,
you get her back.
- Yeah? - Yes.
- Yeah. - Good luck.
- Go! - Yeah.
- Yes. - Yes. Yeah.
Thank you.
I'll get her back.
[door closes]
FERRY: THE SERIES
[pop music playing faintly over car stereo]
[in Dutch] ♪ I remain faithful to you ♪
♪ I don't know what to do ♪
♪ The world revolves around you ♪
♪ What should I do with you? ♪
♪ What should I do? ♪
[Danielle in English] Oh no.
- Oh, fuck. - [Marco] It's outside, I think.
It's Ferry.
- Oh my God, I think he's drunk. - All the neighbors are awake.
Well, stay right here. I'll go out.
[in Dutch] ♪ When you go out the door ♪
♪ Hold me for a moment ♪
[in English] Ferry, get off the fence.
Shh! Be quiet, man. She can't know. It's a surprise.
Dummy, you're making a scene for the whole neighborhood.
[in Dutch] ♪...for me you are the man The man of my life ♪
♪ Till the red morning sky appears ♪
♪ I hold you tight ♪
- [song halts] - Hey, sourpuss.
- And lower your voice. - Just help me.
She's sleeping up there, right?
Here. Here you go.
Take that. Here.
- There you are. - Go home!
[Ferry muttering indistinctly]
Hey, man, I don't know what your plan is, but it's not gonna do you any good.
- Ah, you. - On the contrary.
I know precisely what I'm doing, man.
So... I'm gonna make it right.
I have money,
and I have time, so...
Man, Ricardo got some great customers. Really.
[Ferry chuckling]
Ric... Ricardo?
Go and get some flowers, stinky-pants.
[buckets scraping]
Who's Ricardo?
Ricardo from Pusaka.
Money's pouring in, man.
We've got another delivery.
This afternoon.
And Danielle, she gets what she wants.
- Shh! Fer... - She's my queen.
Come on.
Hey, what does... what does that even say?
"Sorry."
- "Ros"? - What is he doing?
- That's not what it says. - Yeah, man, it's written backwards.
Otherwise, she can't read it.
[vehicle approaching]
[Marco] Goddamn it.
- [car door closes] - You serious with this shit?
- Did you call the cops? - No, of course not.
You can't do that, man.
Fer, I didn't call the cops, all right?
I mean it.
Gentlemen, good morning.
- [Marco] Morning. - We've been receiving complaints.
Loud music, yelling, someone climbing over a gate.
Yeah. Sorry, my, uh, friend's having a difficult morning.
Uh, his new fiancée just ended the engagement.
Sorry, that's not a good reason...
[Ferry] Hey, don't you have anything better to do?
I'm an innocent man.
I'll be gone soon, all right, so go away. Get out of here.
- [Marco] Sorry. - Sir!
Hey, go catch some criminals, man.
- Show me some ID first. - Yeah, pal, I'm going.
- [officer 1] Breathalyzer too. - Sir...
Fuck off, man.
[Ferry grunting]
[Ferry screaming]
Oh, oh!
[whimpers]
God-fucking-damn it, you fucking fascist bitch!
Fuck off!
[Ferry snarling]
Well, he did all this to himself.
- Oh God... - Yeah, well, just look at him.
You didn't have to involve the police. You can't just do that.
Oh, Danielle, enough.
Why are you defending him now? He's a criminal.
Criminal? It's Ferry.
It doesn't bother you that he's getting treated this way?
It doesn't.
Honestly, it doesn't.
He makes drugs, Danielle.
He dragged Marco into it.
- That's what you think? - Yeah.
I don't know what Marco said, but he didn't really opposed, Sabien.
Oh. Oh, well, apparently you know everything about it.
What are you talking about?
You knew, didn't you?
All of it. The entire time you were in on it, and you didn't tell me.
Sorry.
It's really all been hard for me too.
Oh, yeah, I'm sure.
No, really. I wanted to tell you, but Marco didn't want me to.
Please don't blame me for this, Sabien. You can't.
I'm sorry, Danielle, but I don't know what to believe anymore.
I take care of you in my home, and you decide to repay me like this?
Well, if you don't want me here...
Yeah.
It's probably good you leave.
[low, brooding music playing]
As soon as possible.
I need peace, and I need time to think.
[whimpers]
[shuddering gasp]
[sobs]
[tires screech]
[music trails off]
[car doors lock]
[Marco] He was talking about Pusaka.
[Siegert] MC Pusaka?
The biker gang?
Yeah, I think so.
And did he say which chapter?
Yeah, um...
I don't know. Uh...
He did mention one name. Uh...
Um, it's... exotic.
Romano, or...
Ricardo?
- Yeah. - Ricardo Thijssen?
I... I don't know. I don't know, I'm not sure.
[sighs] He did say he had a delivery today, but...
[taut, suspenseful music playing]
[Siegert] Yeah, it's me.
Okay, stand by.
Who are you?
[Dennis] Dennis and Remco.
Who are you?
Where's Ferry?
I don't know.
John asked us to do the delivery, and Ferry can't be reached now, so...
Unload right here.
[inhales deeply]
[boxes clattering in distance]
[agent 1] I'm trying to get a view of the inside.
[agent 2] Els?
[tense, erratic music playing]
Shit.
- What do we do? - [Siegert] Okay, go.
Yo, pres!
The cops are here, the cops are here.
[suspenseful music intensifying]
[engine revving]
[tires screech]
Cops! Cops, goddamn it! Close the door.
The pills have to get out. Get the pills out! Go, go, go, go, go!
I'll get the bags. Fuck.
Everything in the bags. Come on!
Fucking pigs!
Keep the bag open! Keep the bag open! Fuck!
[dark, menacing music drones]
POLICE
[Ricardo] Come on. Come on.
Fill up those bags.
- [pounding at door] - Damn it!
- Go, go, go! - [club member 1] Hurry!
- [Ricardo] Let's go, let's go! - [club member 2] Come on!
Grab it, run!
[club member] Come on. Come on!
[suspenseful music intensifies]
[loud clang]
[muffled ambient audio]
[subdued, suspenseful music playing]
[panting]
Fuck. Come on, run. Come on.
[ambient audio resumes]
Ah, fuck!
[both grunting, panting]
- What are you doing? - Calling Ferry.
- Voicemail. - Try again.
- It's his voicemail, he's not answering. - Fuck.
[music trails off]
[doctor] Hmm.
- Were you unconscious for a long time? - I'm not really sure.
I think for a while.
Yeah, you were lucky.
No breaks or serious injuries. Any pain or headache?
How is my baby?
Everything okay?
You're expecting?
Mm-hmm.
Didn't see anything in your chart. How long?
About seven weeks.
Okay. Uh, yeah.
The first ultrasound is normally at eight weeks.
I'll check and see if a gynecologist is available for you.
- All right. - One moment.
This is gonna feel a little cold.
Just try to relax, okay.
Yeah...
And how long's it been since your last period?
Uh, about seven weeks.
- And you took a pregnancy test? - Mm-hmm.
And it was positive?
Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
And did you experience any bleeding or cramps since then?
No.
Is anything wrong?
Does the baby have an issue?
Well, at this moment, miss, you're not pregnant.
[somber, unnerving music playing]
No. No, but... No, but that can't be.
That can't... It...
The test said it was positive.
At the present time, there's no embryo,
but I'd say we should do some additional tests as soon as possible.
Is there anyone that we can contact for you?
Ma'am?
[shakily] No, no one.
Are... Are you okay?
So, tough night, huh?
Look who's talking.
- Are you gonna tell me what happened? - Nothing, just drank too much.
- Ah. - I'm good.
Why?
Daan left.
Goddamn it.
Lars told her about Brink.
Why I came to Zonnedauw after the robbery.
Damn.
She wouldn't even come outside to talk to me.
I didn't do anything to her.
She's always been safe with me.
Not everyone's suited for this kind of life.
So? She knew what she was getting into.
She introduced me to Lars. This is on her too.
Hey, everything I do, I do for her.
You sure about that?
She ran away, not me.
Maybe just give her time.
You can't hold grains of sand by closing your hand. It'll slip away.
Where'd you get that from? A fortune cookie?
- Relax, man. - No, you relax, man.
I get what she's saying though.
You can be insufferable sometimes, you know that?
Drive me to my house. No, drive me to Marco's. My car is there.
Shit.
Remco and Dennis.
That's not good.
[door unlocks]
- Were you followed? - No.
- You sure? - Hurry up, man. Just open up already.
[Ferry] All right.
[Ferry] How did the cops know where to go?
Were you tailed?
No.
No way.
Are you sure?
We made sure to pass through the plaza before we even picked up the van, so...
Just like you instructed us to.
You didn't tell anyone though, right?
No we took off right after we talked to John.
Didn't see anyone.
Ricardo?
Was he arrested?
I have no idea.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
[Remco] Sorry, Fer.
Hey, Ferry?
One question. Sorry, uh... [sniffs]
If you need anyone for your crew,
I'm available.
And I'm the one who got you the Pusaka deal,
so it's, uh, a win-win for both of us.
How so?
I don't know. That's a saying, right?
Ah.
See ya later.
Hey, Fer?
Security or something? With my kickboxing days?
Ferry!
'Kay. Call me.
[whoops]
[doctor, muffled] Now, the values show signs of early menopause,
which I'm sorry to say means
that you will no longer be able to have children.
We also tested you on other criteria, with the same results
that again do unfortunately indicate premature menopause.
[delicate, wrenching music playing]
Ms. Van Marken?
Did you hear what I said?
Yes. Early menopause. I can't have children.
Yes, I realize we have an irregular situation here
for a woman your age.
But the results of the hormonal test are very clear.
It explains your positive pregnancy test.
And there's nothing you can do?
Well, it's a hereditary defect. And there's nothing we can do, no.
I'm sorry.
You're sure there's no one we can call?
[wrenching music continues]
Oh God, sweetie.
I'll look for another place to live tomorrow.
I really just wanna go to bed now.
But you're still welcome at our house, you know.
Sorry about earlier, but it was just the stress in that moment. 'Kay?
[Sabien] You sure you don't need anything?
A sandwich, or some soup?
[whispers] No.
[Marco] Daan?
Do you want us to call Ferry?
[footsteps receding]
[door opening]
[door closes]
[guns firing]
Are you okay?
Am I okay?
I got my ass beat by the cops. Goddamn it. Am I okay?
How did they know where to find us?
I have no idea.
My guys weren't followed.
No one knew about that delivery except for you and I.
You think that I was involved with this?
Where were you? Hmm?
Why didn't you deliver it yourself?
I was in jail.
Not for that reason.
I was arrested because I had too much to drink at your place.
So you're drunk, hanging with the police, and then an hour later we get raided?
You really think that I'd be that dumb?
I wouldn't be caught with my own pills.
There were only four of my guys who knew about this. It didn't happen on our side.
- No? - No! How?
Remco and Dennis?
They both ran away from there.
John? Was it you?
Huh?
No.
So it has to be on your side.
Clean up your own shit before you start blaming us.
And that wife of yours?
[low, menacing music playing]
What'd you say?
She wants to get away from you so badly.
You sure she wasn't talking to the cops?
Better watch what you're saying to me.
[John] Ferry...
[Ricardo] No.
You're 100% sure?
Until this has been cleared up, we don't do any business.
That rat's getting destroyed.
I don't care who it is.
[gunshots crack]
Daan wouldn't do that to us, right?
Don't think so.
But... can't really trust anyone completely.
I trust you completely.
'Cause I'm an old prick, Ferry.
I've got nothing to lose.
[rueful chuckle]
- All right. - Thanks for the lift.
[engine turns over]
Hey, Ferry.
Marco.
Something's wrong with Daan.
[knocking at door]
[Ferry] Hey.
[Danielle] What are you doing here?
Marco explained to me what happened.
Fer, go away.
I don't wanna see you.
I'm not leaving.
I belong here.
Fer, please, just leave.
Sweetie...
I'm defective.
Doctor said so herself.
Premature menopause.
I'd never even heard of that. It's one in five thousand.
Course it had to be me.
Why me?
What's wrong with me? What am I doing wrong?
Nothing, Daan.
Why can't you be a regular guy?
Huh?
Why isn't that possible either?
Why is the man that I'm in love with somehow always a fucking mistake?
Daan...
Why is it that nothing can go right in my life?
[somber, despondent music playing]
It'll be okay.
- I'm here for you. - No!
No! [Danielle sobs]
No.
I want you to leave me alone.
I wanna be left alone.
[despondent music trailing off]
[Marco] Fer?
Were you able to talk?
We'll take good care of her, Fer.
[phone ringing]
[silences phone]
You okay?
Nah.
I get it, buddy.
Really, I do.
If there's anything I can do, just tell me.
[Ferry sighs]
[phone ringing]
Answer it, man.
- I'm leaving. - Eh, they'll call back.
Yeah.
Thanks, my friend.
See ya.
[engine turns over]
[car pulling away]
[Marco] How did it go wrong?
[Siegert] They were on to us. They fled with the pills.
Okay, but now you know exactly who he works with.
So you guys can, uh, monitor that or something.
They know we're watching them, and they're going to be more careful.
We'll need your help now for a while.
I can't do it. I...
Ferry is a friend of mine. Okay?
I'm just a hairdresser, not some undercover...
Guess you weren't paying close attention, but we have no evidence.
But that's not my fault.
If we don't catch Ferry, you will get charged with him.
You said that... that if I helped out, I'd be freed.
This is not helping.
You could've just as easily betrayed us today.
You just said you guys screwed up.
But the district attorney won't know that.
I'll tell you about a case.
There was a man, let's call him Gunther.
Gunther was like you. Naive. Friends with the wrong crowd.
It didn't look good for him, same as you.
Criminal record and fines. Jail time. You get the picture.
But one morning, Gunther brings a recording that he made
of a conversation with one of his more questionable friends,
who confessed to a bunch of illegal enterprises.
And that proved that those guys were the big criminals, not Gunther.
Because of that tape, I could make an arrest.
And the judge clearly saw immediately
that Gunther had cooperated with the police.
You're saying you want me to wear a wire?
Did you hear me say that?
No, you didn't.
That would never get approval.
I'm saying that it would hypothetically bring a significant reward for you.
If you don't wanna cooperate, that's fine.
I'll be forced to start over.
But you'll go down.
[tense, suspenseful music playing]
That's so fucking terrible.
Yeah. You should've thought of that before you got yourself involved.
[Marco sputtering] Ah, I... I can't.
I already gave them everything. All of it.
Now they're asking me to screw Ferry in the most cowardly way.
Oh, come on, stop.
He betrayed you, big time. Don't you ever forget it, either.
No, that's not accurate. Sabien, you're wrong.
I made this choice. He didn't ask me to do any of this.
Well, that doesn't matter anymore now. We have to consider ourselves.
It's Ferry or us.
I can't live without you. You get that, right?
Imagine you go to jail. I can't do that, Marco.
- I love you. - I love you too.
Listen to me.
If they need evidence on tape, then that's what we'll do.
How do I do it?
When?
Now. Maybe now's a good moment.
- What, now? - Yeah.
But, Sabien, it's not right. Ferry just heard that he can't have a kid.
But that's good. Now he needs a friend, doesn't he?
Sabien...
The longer you wait, the harder it'll get.
I know you. It'll be way more difficult. You know it will.
You have to do it now.
You can do it.
[foreboding music playing]
[Sabien] So? Where are you now?
I'm here, just about.
[Sabien] Just stay calm. Okay?
Yeah.
You're not messing with your shirt, are you?
Huh? No, no, no, no, no.
[Sabien] Good. One last time, babe. In...
[Sabien inhales]
...and out.
[Sabien exhales]
- You're doing it, right? - Yeah, yeah.
Okay, good. Is it working?
Mm-hmm.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
- Fuck, are you kidding me? - What's happening?
Come on. Ah, fuck.
Piece of shit, just... Fucking clip broke.
Damn it, Marco, I told you that would happen.
[repeating tersely] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm aware.
Fuck it, I'm just coming home.
No, wait. I think there's some bobby pins, under the armrest.
What?
Bobby pins, in the middle console.
Check there.
[console clattering]
Yeah.
Yeah...
Fuck.
- Okay. - So?
Yeah, wait, wait, just wait.
Ahh... [exhales heavily]
Yeah, okay. Damn it, Sabien, I feel... It feels so wrong. I'm gonna go, okay?
[knocking at window]
Jesus.
- Your papers. - [Marco] What?
- [Sabien] Is that Ferry? - Yeah.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Uh, one minute...
Um, Sab, uh, Ferry is here, so I'm hanging up, 'kay?
Yeah.
Yo.
- Bye, hon. - I'll see ya. Talk to you later.
Bye.
Hey.
Amigo.
I was thinking... I saw you leave, and I was feeling sorry for you.
Maybe you'd want some company, or to talk about it.
We don't have to talk about it.
If you'd rather be alone, I can come back later.
I'm glad you're here.
We don't have to talk. I wanna drink.
I just got beers.
Shit.
No...
I forgot something.
[suspenseful music building]
[recorder beeps]
Hurry up.
- [Marco] Need my sweater. - Your sweater?
Why? It's hot as hell.
And something stronger.
Think it might come in handy. Huh?
See, huh? That's why we're friends.
Just like when we were 16, man. Eh? God.
Hanging out, drinking. It's great, brother.
Yeah.
[Marco] Good times.
You okay?
[children clamoring playfully in lake]
Was lookin' forward to becoming a father.
Even just to be better than my fuckin' old man.
Ferry, I'm sure that... you'd have been great.
Hey, I could really picture it, man.
That he'd get his looks from Daan,
uh, and with her personality, but with my brains or something.
- What? - [Marco chuckling]
- He? - Yeah, or she.
That'd be good, too.
I know that I woulda spoiled that kid. It woulda had the time of its life here.
[grunts]
[groans contentedly]
[urine splashing]
Hey, Fer.
Isn't it time to get a real house already?
- Now that you have enough money? - What for? To sit there alone?
I don't know.
- To throw more parties, or whatever. - Yeah, I can do that here.
Less prying eyes.
You know, in case you wanna host customers at home. I... I don't know.
Prying eyes?
Never shit where you eat, man.
How did everything go this afternoon?
What?
No, well, you said that you had a delivery.
Why the hell do you care?
[chuckles playfully]
- No, I, uh... - [faucet running]
I, uh...
I'm thinking about buying a new sauna for our place
So I was just wondering if maybe you'd need more sassafras oil any time.
I wouldn't make any big plans if I were you.
Why?
Business has been suspended.
We had an argument with, uh...
[shower door closes, locks]
[shower running]
Come on, Fer.
What?
Really? You still a scaredy-cat?
Huh?
[Ferry chuckles]
God.
[showerer screams]
- [showerer] Goddammit! - Hey!
[showerer] The fuck! Asshole! Damn it!
- Ah, shit. - [Ferry cackling]
[Ferry chuckling] There, right?
- It looks like you just pissed your pants. - Yeah, thanks a lot.
- Here, come on, take it off. - Hey, no!
Oh, no, okay.
I'll go get you a towel.
Yeah.
[door clattering]
[grunts]
Fuck.
Shit.
[suspenseful music building]
Fuck!
[clattering in distance]
[panting nervously]
- Here. Have a beer. - Yeah, just put it there, huh?
Still drying off here.
I'll hang this up.
Good, thanks.
God.
[Ferry grunting]
Hey, man, that one stinks.
It's dirty. I'll go and get you another one.
No, it's fine.
It's a Hawaiian shirt, man. You don't button those to the top.
Hey, hey, it's fine. Wait. Let go.
Here, here.
- Okay, okay. - Hey!
[both chuckling]
Something wrong?
Huh? No.
No, I'm, uh...
The rum just went right to my head, I think.
Marco...
Sabien...
She knows.
How?
I told her last night.
Daan made me do it.
Oh...
What now?
I... I don't know. I'm up shit's creek, I guess.
Ah, man, go back to your house.
You have to make it up to your wifey.
It's not worth it, man.
You may end up alone too.
Here.
Can you give this to Danielle for me?
Fuck.
That's a lot of money.
Is that... that from Pusaka?
One million.
She wants any extra, there's more.
A lot more.
Is that all from one deal?
We're real popular in Australia. They pay 40 euros per pill.
- Forty euros? - Yeah.
- Fuck. - Yep.
[Ferry sighs wearily]
John was right.
Not everyone's suited for this life.
What happened, happened. Can't change any of that.
But at least this'll keep her going.
If she wants this place, uh...
She can have it too. Just let her know.
I just want her to be happy again. That's it. Understand?
Ferry, I wanted to ask...
What happened?
You know, why is Danielle so upset?
Let's just say I did things back in a previous life
that I'm not all that proud of.
For my boss in Amsterdam.
People, uh...
got hurt, or...
[chuckling ruefully] Yeah, Marco...
Eh, people got hurt.
Here.
It's for you.
For your sauna.
Why?
Because, man, you watched Danielle.
And for the safrole.
For Marcosmetics.
I shouldn't have gotten you involved in this.
Ecstasy is my business, not yours.
So...
[somber, subdued music playing]
[Ferry] Hey, sorry, okay?
Come here.
That was a lot of fun, man.
[kisses] Good to have you here.
- Yeah. - Go on, go on home.
Yeah.
- Hey. Here. - Okay.
- Get home - See ya, bud.
Hey, man. Idiot.
- See ya. - Yeah.
[door closes]
[somber music continuing]
[Ferry] I shouldn't have gotten you involved in this.
Ecstasy is my business, not yours.