[funky, bluesy rock music playing]
And?
It's perfect.
Trust me, Arie will be happy.
Just a second, guys. Line two needs, uh, 15 minutes.
Okay.
[steady beeping]
- [low rumbling] - [beeping intensifies]
[in Dutch] On the floor! On the floor! Now.
[in English] Get down, get down!
[indistinct yelling]
[grunts]
Out, out!
[indistinct shouting]
[low, distressing music playing]
[sniffs]
FERRY: THE SERIES
FIVE DAYS EARLIER
- A million? - Yeah.
A million.
Won't have to live in a tent, will we?
- Didn't I say everything'd be fine? - Yeah. Sure did.
Hear that, kid? Huh? We'll be fine.
[Ferry growling playfully]
[both laughing]
[Lars] One million, in two weeks?
Well, minus one day to be precise.
My God, are you crazy?
- It's not gonna work, man. - Where there's a will, there's a way.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
How, then?
We make 30,000 doses a day now.
On a good day, if nothing goes wrong.
So that's... 390,000. It's not even half. What the fuck, man.
So we work a little harder.
I don't think you're getting it, Ferry.
Let's say you start with the purest PMK out there...
And believe me, that is far from a given, all right?
You need six and a half hours to make MDMA oil, man.
There's drying and crystallization.
Add two hours. That's eight and a half hours, right?
Then consider all the speed and the other crap we put in
to get it all ready for mixing and tableting.
Make it 7,200 pills per hour, or less maybe.
Then we clean up and start over again at the beginning.
Thirty thousand pills per day is the absolute max we can make
by using our equipment.
Yeah, yeah, I get it, man.
And where do we get the PMK, anyway?
After those arrests, you can't buy any PMK at all anywhere.
They're either in jail or they're hiding it.
Before you make any deals, you gotta talk to me.
Well, if I would've told you, you'd start complaining,
and we'd have no deals, right?
Come on, man. Hey. We talked about it forever.
We really want to get to the next level.
It's been like more than a year I've been saying it.
We can't give up the fight.
What if I can get you everything you need, then?
What'd be on your list?
Large kettles, each about 1,000 liters.
More deep freezers. At least four.
Platinum filters. I've been asking for those.
We can do that. How much PMK?
Eight hundred liters. But listen, Ferry, you'll never get it.
[Ferry sighs]
Is PMK the only way to make some MDMA?
No.
You can do it with BMK. Apaan, sassafras.
Sassafras?
Yeah, sassafras oil.
It isn't even illegal. At least technically.
It's in some products like creams, soap, shampoo.
Shampoo?
- Yeah, why? - Shampoo?
- Yeah, shampoo, yeah. - Shampoo?
- Yeah. - Ah.
Hey, I can get sassafras for you.
- Yeah, sure fine. - Hey, don't worry.
Just deal with the other stuff and we'll be good. Come on. Hey.
We work hard now, then we party, huh?
Yeah, okay. But from now on, involve me in the negotiations, right?
- We have to do this together. - Yeah, sure, you got it.
[boisterous rock music playing]
Ya grump.
[horn blares]
[Sabien laughing] Oh, come here.
Ah, congrats, congrats, congrats. You're gonna be a great mother.
[Ferry] Hey, Marco.
[Marco] Hey, man.
- You pregnant too? - Hey, you should talk, fat ass.
Sabien wanted to cook. But I thought, "I can't do that to you."
[laughter]
Yeah, sure, sure. Like you can cook.
- I am so glad you got us together. - Oh, thank you.
Wok Palace.
[Sabien] It just opened. Right off the highway.
- We should eat there too. - Yeah. As long as I can.
[Marco] Just bring the baby.
Kids can sleep anywhere at all.
Mmm, sure.
But... if you two are planning to go somewhere,
you can always drop the little one off with us.
I do it for my sister.
- Very kind of you to offer. Thanks. - [Marco] Of course.
[Ferry groans contentedly] I'm so full.
You ate it all.
You got any goodies in the cellar?
- I might have something down there. - Yeah?
Should we look?
Oh, that's great.
We won't see them for the rest of the evening.
- Hey, Marco? - Yeah?
- Take it easy, okay? - Of course.
- Early day tomorrow. - I know.
- To your health. - Yeah, whatever. Cheers.
- Now that's horrible. Come on, sit down. - I won't pay for it.
Come on, sit.
The confessional.
[Ferry sighs]
That's what my dad called it. Glass...
- Got a new watch? - Yeah.
Saw it and I thought, "I gotta have it."
- What's that, Rolex? - Omega.
- James Bond had one. - Hmm. How much?
For Sabien, 500. So let's say 500.
[knowing chuckle]
Thank you, credit card.
And so then, my son, have you sinned a lot lately?
- Afraid so, yeah. - Just as I thought.
You know what I do, right?
I know that you don't own a slot machine store,
but, um, that's all I need to know.
And what if I were to tell you
that I have a deal for you that you will not wanna pass up?
- An offer I can't refuse? - Yeah.
[Marco chuckles]
Hey, you'll do away with credit cards. No more bank accounts, even.
And you can buy all the watches you want.
I'm doing just fine.
- You do your thing, I do my thing. - Sure, keep doing your thing.
I heard you wanted to cook up and take your own shampoo to market.
I can help you with that.
I don't think there's a lot of money in shampoo.
Well, if you order some products on my behalf, there is.
[Marco] Hmm?
I make Ecstasy.
I don't wanna know that.
Except at a party, when you're lookin' to pump up the good times, right?
Remember when you dropped X at the Park Festival? That stuff was mine.
You said yourself that was the best high you ever had.
- Yeah, it was a good time. - Yeah?
Hey, Ferry. I'm not judging, at all.
We all put food on our own tables our own way, but... I'm different.
I made a deal recently for one million pills.
[tense music playing]
I need raw materials.
They're perfectly legal when they're ordered by the right person.
Sassafras oil. You familiar?
- One million. Oh, wow. - That's the deal.
I can help with your dream, kid. Your own shampoo.
Those are just some vague plans, Fer. And shampoo making is complicated.
Sell the old shampoo with a flashy, new-looking label and be done, eh?
- Start making easy money. - No, that's not what I want to be doing.
- I'll think about it, okay? - Yeah.
The problem is the timing.
- I need it this week. - This week?
Come on. I have to get Sabien's advice on it.
Listen, Sabien doesn't need to be involved here, man.
Come on. It's a no-brainer. Easy money.
I don't know, Fer.
Friends doing this kind of business never works out.
Well, I guarantee that this will work out. Hey, wise up.
- Sometimes you have to take chances. - Conversation is over. Just stop pushing.
Okay.
- Everything okay? - Yeah. Why?
Well, you're just so quiet. And Marco was acting strange.
Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired.
- You coming? - Yeah.
[phone line ringing]
[woman] Kuipers Law Firm. We were expecting your call, Mr. Bouman.
I'll put you through to Attorney Kuipers.
[line beeps, trills]
[Kuipers] Mr. Bouman, thank you for calling.
What do you want?
One of my clients would like to discuss a business matter with you.
Discreetly. At my office.
Who is it?
I can't tell you right now.
But my client is aware
that you're struggling to find the ingredients you need.
He may be able to help with that.
[scoffs] And how does this "client" know?
That's not important.
But may I assume that you want to meet with him?
You know this Kuipers, or what?
Nah. But the dealers do.
All the heavyweights in Brabant work with her.
She's really good.
I hope so, 'cause... I met with five sources,
and the kettles we need aren't available.
- [Ferry inhales] - [door opens]
[suspenseful music playing]
Gentlemen. Thank you for coming.
What's this?
Five minutes.
I'll leave you alone to talk.
[ominous music building]
I'm Arie Tack.
But you probably figured that out.
Sit down. I have an offer for you.
I know about your deal with Pusaka.
Oh yeah, your deal. My deal.
There was an opening and I stepped in.
You got out fast, didn't ya?
Listen, Ferry, I like the way you've been working.
No one has the balls
to drop in on a bike gang thinking they'll come away with agreement.
Once you've been in this a few years, you'll know how this kinda thing ends.
I'll tell you what's about to happen.
[Ferry scoffs]
You'll come to find out you don't have the materials nor the organization
to cook a million pills.
But you boys will keep on plodding, obsessed with your moment to get rich.
In a week or two, it'll become quite obvious this isn't going to work.
First to the people with real experience, the cooks.
And then to you.
Then you'll try to beg for more time, but an extension won't be coming.
A biker gang won't want it to appear like they're being screwed over.
And the moment the deadline's missed,
they'll hang both of you somewhere in the open
so that everyone else can see it and get the message.
Don't make Pusaka promises if you don't intend to keep them.
Good story.
Let me guess, you wanna help me out.
Wise man there.
I supply materials and facilities, everything except for the...
- Cook? - Help me out, then I help you out.
Fifty-fifty.
More cash than you've ever seen, and a good story at the bar.
Something tells me I help you more than you help me.
[Ferry] Hmm?
So thanks, but no.
[foreboding music playing]
Fer...
You partner sees things differently.
Come.
Think carefully before you leave.
My offer is one time only.
I'm telling you now, without me it won't work.
Well, I think it will. See you around.
[intricate, foreboding music playing]
[music trails off]
- Can you cheer up for your sister? - I thought we were gonna discuss this.
Ah, this shit again? There's nothing to discuss.
Tack was right. We have nothing! And another day is gone.
If we'd made the deal, we'd still have nothing.
He'd definitely screw us over. I've worked with guys like this.
Pusaka will murder us both if we don't deliver.
Hey, hot appetizers are here. Come on, let's sit down.
[Danielle] Mmm!
- Oh, it's hot. - Lars, have some.
No, I'm not hungry.
[Danielle] You, not hungry? Are you sick or what?
Just let him be.
He's been cranky all day.
Must've got up on the wrong side of the bed.
No, I'm sure he'll be okay and I'm happy we can all be together here.
Because we have something to tell you.
Oh, god, don't tell me you're pregnant?
- Wait, am I right? - [chuckles] Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, it's still early, but you'll notice I'm not drinking anymore.
- Mmm! Well, congratulations! Hear, hear! - [Danielle] How about that?
Thank you.
[laughter]
Isn't it cool?
Hey, you'll be Uncle Lars, and you live right around the corner, too.
Well...
Sweetie, should we go get a bottle of bubbly?
Why not?
Eat, 'cause there's a lot more coming.
What?
You're gonna be a father. Keep yourself safe.
We have two weeks to make the big pill delivery.
I know, man. In two weeks, we're gonna have a million pills.
And nobody's gonna take my deal away.
[Danielle] We're out of champagne, but there's some cider.
- Make it beer then. - Okay.
I'll come up with something. Just be patient.
Be patient? Hey, wake up.
We have nothing. No materials, no PMK.
[Danielle] Pilsner or lager?
Whatever you want.
Tack was right.
He has everything we need to make the tablets.
I should talk to the guy. He needs a cook now.
We're in this together. This is our deal. You better keep your end of it.
Now it's our deal? You just said it was your deal.
- No arguments, got it? - Should've thought of that before, Ferry.
- [Danielle] Hey! Where are you going? - Sorry, Daan, have to work. See you.
Oh, what a shame. Ferry, can't you give him some time off?
[Ferry grouses]
Sorry.
[tense, foreboding music playing]
[indistinct chatter from TV]
[rapid knocking]
- Lars? - [lawnmower revving in distance]
Open up.
Hey, Lars!
Hey, come on!
[Tack] You came alone.
[Lars] Mm-hmm.
Surprised me when Bouman called me back,
but it makes sense to me now.
Ferry still thinks he can fix it himself.
I don't.
I place value on my life, so... I've got no other options.
[Tack] I need the whole team, or it won't work.
You'll get the team. I'm the cook. Ferry doesn't bring anything.
[paper rustling]
Can you make this?
[clears throat]
I can make it, yeah.
But I don't think Pusaka will be too happy with one million aspirins.
I'm surprised your equipment still works,
'cause when it gets above 60 degrees, the kettle explodes.
[Tack chuckles]
How would you do it, then?
Gonna have to bring me in to find out.
I'll be working with two regular cooks on three lines,
and I'll need some extra assistants.
You work with three lines now, yeah?
You can do the math.
When can you begin?
[rollicking bluesy rock music playing]
He's a pretty big talker, Ferry.
Yeah, man.
- All blah-blah, no boom-boom. - You shouldn't talk.
Know what? With all that cash, I'm buying a big damn pussy wagon.
All the chicks are mine.
You need to make your dick longer.
Dude, with a half million, you can bet on it.
You don't get a half million, man.
What, are you saying we don't we get half of the take?
Yeah, one half, split into three.
- Three halves is pretty tricky. - Loser.
[vehicle approaching]
[Lars] Are you Dozer?
Cell phones.
Arms up.
[metal detector beeping]
What's this?
It's a lighter.
No smoking in the lab. You get it back in the morning.
So now who's the loser? Huh?
[Dozer] Put these on.
STYLETTO - BARBER - STYLE BAR
[horn honks]
Fer? Can one of you just say what's going on?
What?
Marco was so cranky yesterday. Are you two arguing?
- What is it? - Nothing.
Fer?
What is going on?
[sighs]
I asked Marco if he could help me with a thing at work.
A thing at work?
What thing?
Ah... We need some raw ingredients, so...
so Lars just said that he could use sassafras to cook with.
And it's legal. It's used in shampoo, so...
I hope you didn't tell him that you're making Ecstasy.
I wanted to tell the truth.
Jesus, Fer! You can't do that without asking me beforehand.
You said yourself there isn't any real shame in it.
Yeah. But they are our best friends, and I don't want to lose that.
Yeah, neither do I.
Okay, but what if Marco goes and tells Sabien?
[chuckles]
If he did then at least she'd know what he's been upset about.
Oh, so Marco is upset?
In a manner of speaking.
And he said he wanted to think it over some more, I guess. Hmm.
Oh yeah, he's thinking so hard he's been avoiding me for two days.
Once things settle down, I'll... talk to him about it, okay?
I don't like you working with Marco, so please leave him out.
You said it yourself. We do this for a better life.
Yeah. A life without friends or family, that is not a better life for me.
No. For me either.
Besides, I've been thinking about some other ideas. It's all good.
Hmm?
Okay then.
- See you tonight. - Okay, yeah.
Make 'em pretty.
[John] Yeah! God damn it, Wesley.
If I find any shit on my doorstep, I'll rip your balls off!
[Ferry chuckles] You okay, old guy?
[John groans]
That fucking kid drives me bonkers,
I swear to god.
- What is it? - What is it?
You got time to help me out here? You're gonna make some kettles for me.
[sighs]
For your safety, we don't use names in the laboratory.
We all have numbers.
You'll work 12-hour shifts.
Make your own schedule.
There's food, drinks, cots and sleeping bags.
Platinum filters.
That's a fricking gold mine in materials.
[Dozer] Yeah.
And the PMK?
More than 1,000 liters.
[chuckles] You cornered the market.
Arie doesn't want you running out of supplies.
Here's your assistants.
Questions?
No?
Get to work.
[bold, funky music playing]
[music trails off]
[Dozer] Tonight, here. Same time.
Well, what's up? Should we get a beer, then?
It's, um, nine o'clock now.
Why not?
What do you got?
- [Lars] Huh? - What kind of beer?
[Lars] The good kind. Let's take a look.
Jesus!
[low, intense music playing]
Top of the morning.
How is the competition? Fucking traitors.
What do you mean? Never, not us.
- It was his idea. - Hey!
- [man] He made us do it. - [Ferry] Mm-hmm.
Lars forced you to?
- Great friends. - Ferry...
[Ferry chuckles]
How'd it go?
Hmm, good news, shit news.
What? You knew about this set up?
[chuckles]
- [rapid pounding] - Hey, Lars! Hey, come on!
Fuck it.
Yo...
[Ferry] Got a minute?
- I'm listening. - What, here? You don't have pants on.
It won't take long.
Okay.
You were right.
Tack's the only one with equipment and with PMK.
Okay. We work with him then.
No.
We're gonna rip him off.
Why wouldn't you tell us?
I needed to be in the lab so I could check it out.
[Ferry] And?
Good news is there's more than enough PMK.
That's just nuts.
That's what I thought.
That's just nuts.
If we do it right, Tack will never know it was us.
Hmm? Come on.
Arie Tack does all of his business
through Kuipers' office,
so she knows just who, where and what kind of things he does.
So we let him believe that she did a deal with the Poles.
We'll be in the clear.
What Poles?
Kuipers helped get a bunch of Polish drug smugglers off in a trial.
POLISH GANG LINKED KRAKÓW ACQUITTED
[Ferry] The smugglers had connections to gangsters in Kraków.
They bought and sold large quantities of illegal narcotics,
including speed, Ecstasy and cocaine.
How do we get Tack to fall for that?
[Ferry] Easy.
- Find some tough Polish motherfuckers. - Yeah, but we don't know where the lab is.
Yeah, and that's the shit news. We don't know where they dropped us off.
I have a GPS tracker. Huh? Think that'll work?
Why do you have a tracker?
Uh, it's a long story with my ex. But it works.
Perfect. One thing...
It'll have to be tonight.
Or we'll never get all those pills made in time.
- Okay. - What's in it for us?
You're full partners. Fifty-fifty. Like it should be.
[Lars] Hmm.
Okay. Deal.
We're gonna do this, right? Huh? Yeah?
Still buddies?
Family.
Whoa, whoa, you want your ass kicked?
So we're getting half.
- Yeah? - No.
I'm joking, take it easy.
[Ferry] Here's another joke.
You try to fuck me over again,
I'm gonna kill you both.
- It was your plan, though. - But you didn't know that.
[man] Yeah, but...
Fer, sorry.
Sorry.
Hey, I didn't mean what I said to Ferry.
[Lars] Mm-hmm.
I thought you'd want to hear that, so I said it.
All good.
Where is fucking Dennis?
Here he comes.
Oh, man. Sorry, guys. I needed batteries for the tracker.
Shit, I almost knocked myself out running over here.
- [van approaching] - Here we go.
How do we do this?
Here, I'll do it.
[Lars] Hey, Dozer.
- Here. - Cell phones.
Hey, um, is it okay if I ride in front today?
I get sick with the hood on my head.
No.
- Give me a barf bag or something, man. - Take off the hood and throw up in that.
- Yeah, and then I'll put it back on? - [Dozer] Let me know if you feel sick.
Yeah. Okay.
Yep.
[beeping]
What's that?
- [Lars] Were those for the tracker? - [Dennis] Uh-huh.
[man] Idiot.
MORTAL DANGER
[car door slams]
Hey!
Hey, man.
Looking good, eh?
- You finish? - Back there.
Those vats are too dangerous for cooking.
They'll explode with the slightest pressure.
Well, don't you worry.
- Eh? - Who are they?
Poles.
They're gonna help load.
- Are we working with them? - Yeah.
Poles? Why Poles, Fer?
Part of the new plan, John.
[in Polish] What is it, Dutchman? What are we supposed to do?
[Ferry in English] Hey, wait, okay? One minute. Okay? One minute.
What's your plan then?
To raid a lab at nightfall.
Do they know this?
- I think they do, yeah. - You explain it with some sign language?
Nah. Know what, though? I do need someone who's a good Polish speaker.
They say they speak English, but they're awful at it.
- Just for tonight? - Mm-hmm.
- What a sly fuckin' bastard you are. - Huh? Me?
You know I fucking speak Polish.
I would never have asked.
'Cause Clau would've never approved.
God fucking damn it.
I knew it.
[John in Polish] Barrels from the barn. They need to be loaded onto the truck.
[John in English] Fer, one time only.
Good to have you back, man.
Go help.
I'm sorry, okay?
I thought I'd have time to change the batteries.
Yeah, and now?
- [Dozer knocking] - Hey, what's going on?
You coming?
Yeah, just a second.
Uh, still a little sick after the ride, man.
There's a window up there in the bathroom.
- With a vent covering it. - The window's at least six feet up.
But how else can we get outside?
You're not a fucking kangaroo, man, are you now?
[overlapping arguing]
Shut up! Fuck!
It's the only option we have.
I'll watch out for Dozer, then you two climb outside
and figure out a way to get in touch with Ferry. Come on.
Dumbass.
[funky heist music playing]
[machinery whirring]
Fuck, that window's smaller than I thought, man.
Well, you're smaller than I am. Go.
It's not about height.
It's about weight. I'm heavier than you.
What? How much do you weigh?
Uh...
Uh, 170-something.
Ah, fuck you, man. Your BMI is around 22.
What the fuck, man? Are you a dietician now?
You forgot to put the batteries in, so you should do the climbing. Come on.
No, wait, wait! It'll break and they'll hear us. Come on.
[banging on slats]
Yes!
Okay, gimme a boost.
I can't see shit.
- Hurry up! - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
[fabric ripping]
Oh shit! Hold on, stop!
Shit, the suit's ripping.
What the fuck. One sec.
Huh?
Dennis...
- Okay. - What the hell?
What? Hurry up. Let's go!
- [grunts] - [Dennis] Hold on.
Damn it. Yeah. Now push me up. Push me up.
[Dennis grunts]
Yo! Dennis, are you okay?
Ah, fuck. I think I'm all right.
Hey, wait.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Where am I? Shit!
Oh, fucking damn it, there's no signal. Hurry up!
Just give it some time.
[liquid sloshing]
[flask clanking]
- What? - Nothing.
[funky heist music continues]
Oh yes.
Yes!
Shit.
Oh, fuck!
Sorry. Good evening, fellas.
[machinery whirring]
[knocking at door]
Busy.
[phone ringing]
- Well? - Unknown number.
Oh for god... Shit!
Fuck!
[phone ringing]
It could be them.
- Hello? - [Dennis] Yeah, Ferry, it's me.
- Dennis? - Yeah.
Yeah, I... I escaped. I, uh... It wasn't working with the tracker.
But I really have to hurry.
We're in a big warehouse in...
Uh, guys, where are we?
[insistent pounding]
Problems?
[man] No...
I need it open.
Huh?
Need the door open.
Not just yet.
[menacing music building]
I told you guys no smoking.
Take it easy, dude.
This ain't the lab. It's the shitter.
[shakily] Fuck.
[in Polish] This the place?
We think so. Who was the locksmith here?
Waginak. Waginak can get in anywhere.
[Ferry in English] What's he doing?
[John in Polish] What's going on?
It's all good. It's just Waginak breaking in.
[truck beeping]
[rollicking bluesy rock music playing]
On the floor! Move, now!
Get down, get down!
[indistinct shouting]
Get down!
[in Polish] Waginak, hurry the fuck up.
Motherfucker! What the fuck are you doing?
Let's get the fuck out of here!
[music trails off]
[in English] Fuck.
Nobody leaves until I find out who set us up.
Uh, no. We had nothing to do with it, and the cops will be here soon.
The hell's the big hurry?
- [assistant] Let's go! - Where are you going?
- [overlapping shouting] - Let him go!
[Lars] Fuck! Get over here!
[Ferry] No more than a third or it gets too diluted.
[John] Yeah. You said that already.
[John] Close it.
- [Ferry] So you know what to do? - Sure.
[in Polish] Thank you.
[in English] Move.
[in Polish] Hurry, close it up.
[reporter] In a horse trailer on the Heikanstratt in Brabant,
barrels filled with chemicals
and other equipment for setting up a drug lab
were found today.
Raw materials for making drugs,
large cooking vats on wheels and other drug-producing equipment
were confiscated.
- Thank you, Barry. - Three men were arrested,
including a Polish national, the owner of the horse trailer.
Their attorney, Inez Kuipers, spoke to us earlier.
My clients have denied any involvement in this matter,
which is clearly a plot to put them behind bars...
[pigs oinking]
[faint EDM thumping in car]
[music halts]
[Ferry] Any problems?
[Lars] No, all good. You?
It was just on the news.
It seems like they all believe it so far,
so... I guess it worked.
- Sweet. - [chuckling]
Damn, it stinks.
[Ferry] Yeah, man.
It was all I could set up with short notice.
And no one will complain about the chemical odors.
Shit, look at the size of those things.
- [Ferry chuckles] - Yeah.
[whistles]
[Lars laughing]
Hey, well...
Get to work.
[bluesy rock music playing]
A tracker.
It was under the van.
[singer singing bluesy rock song]
IN LOVING MEMORY WIMIE WILHELM 1961-2023