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[quiet beat playing]
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[tense music playing]
-[man 1] Move! -[man 2] Everybody down!
-[woman screams] -[man 2] This is a robbery!
Down! Get down. You too. Now. Get down.
Hey, asshole! Get down now!
[music fades]
-Guys, you don't want to do this. -Are you fucking deaf?
-Are you okay? -[man 3] The fuck are you doing?
[grunting]
It's not too late.
There's still time.
[officer] Hey.
You have so much left to live for.
Cut the crap. And stay back, or you'll get a face full of lead.
-You don't even know me. -I do know you. I see you.
-[man 2] Stop it! -And I am you.
[officer] I'm from here too.
[emotional music playing]
There's still hope.
[gun drops to ground]
Who are you?
Sh.
Who I am doesn't matter.
And… I love you.
I… Nobody has ever said that to me.
I know. Come here.
-[sobs] -[music swells]
You're the best fucking community service officer I've ever met.
It's okay.
PUBLIC ORDER
[music swells]
-[music warps] -Hey. Hello?
-[horn beeps] -[distant siren wailing]
Your father would definitely be ashamed.
Mrs. Verkaik, all you have to do is clean it up.
Well, Eddy isn't proud of it either.
-Right, Eddy? -[Eddy whimpers]
And… And, I don't even have any bags.
Mrs. Verkaik, can't we just agree that rules are rules?
-[beeping] -And I'm not the one who makes them.
There you go.
[gasps] 150 euros?
How am I supposed to pay that with my pension?
I'm just keeping the neighborhood clean, that's all.
There are kids playing here.
[Mrs. Verkaik cries exaggeratedly]
Mrs. Verkaik, please.
[crying continues]
Mrs. Verkaik, don't cry, now.
[sighs] All right, fine then.
[crying stops]
-Come on, Eddy. Off we go. -[Eddy barks]
Let's go home.
[sighs slowly]
[soft music playing]
I know, Papa. I'm doing my best.
[motorbike revs]
[man] Loser!
[rapid gunshots]
[funky music playing]
-[gunshot] -[casing clinks]
[sniffs]
[over radio] 32-0-50.
-[radio hisses] -[indistinct radio chatter]
POLICE
[engine starts]
[funky music continues]
ALMOST COPS
[music ends]
-Hey. -Hey.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
[showers running]
-Are we going for a drink? -Definitely.
-Nice. -But not with you.
No problem.
Hey, Dilan.
Oh, Bruno.
What? This is the men's locker room.
Put on your pants.
Well, my cousin likes it this way. [chuckles]
What? Not my cousin-cousin. More like half-cousin.
-She lives in Volendam. Not the point. -Ramon?
-Hey. -Step-cousin. Step-cousin.
Um, I still had this.
My dream catcher.
You don't need it anymore?
Uh, yeah. No. No, I, um…
It protects you. I mean…
Like, when there's a stranger in your bedroom--
A stranger in my bedroom?
No. No. Um, no. [laughs nervously] My mom was actually in my bedroom once.
I said, "Get out." She said, "Are you paying rent?" I said, "No," but…
Anyhow, would you, uh, maybe like to go grab a drink with me?
[chuckles softly]
You mean, uh…
Or do you just mean in the cafeteria?
Um, yeah, in the…
Yeah, in the cafeteria. As friends.
[coughs] Awkward.
Sorry.
[groans]
[woman] You ready?
The cafeteria? Seriously?
Yo, she gives you an opening and you say,
"Uh, yeah, yeah, the cafeteria. Yeah, that's fine."
Come on. Don't you get women?
You should let me do the talking. I know what the ladies want.
This Latino rosso would've handled it way better.
[tuts] Now I get why she broke up with you.
[emotional music playing]
[music fades]
[alarm blaring in distance]
-[door opens] -[woman] Have a seat, honey.
-Hmm? I made you dinner. -[soulful music plays in background]
It's ready for you. I made it just the way you like it, hmm?
You know, Ma, I used to dance to this music with Papa.
-Oh, you home already? -[man] Oh, damn.
Somebody's about to get pregnant tonight!
First you got the perfect playlist going,
and now you're luring me in with your delicious meal, right?
-I could smell it from the bedroom. -Wilf… Wilfred.
-Check out what's happening here. -Wilfred!
-[Wilfred] What? -Ramon.
[gasps] Oh.
[chuckles awkwardly] Ramon.
-Hey, man. You're here. You're here. -Hey.
[Wilfred] Uh, how are you? Your mother and I, we were…
Uh, we were… We were getting some… getting some…
Oh! Getting some work done, right?
-Wilfred. -I'm not saying anything he doesn't know.
We're all grown-ups here, right? Grown-ups getting some work done.
[awkwardly] I think I'd better get going.
No, don't go. Come on, you should eat.
It's your house too.
But remember, this is why I always tell you to call me beforehand, hmm?
I do have a private life.
Huh?
I could've been walking around naked, who knows?
-Yes, you could've. Yeah. -[scoffs] Baby.
I just came to get some stuff from the shed, you know? Yeah.
Have a nice day, Wilfred.
-You know I love you. -[Ramon] I love you too.
-[door opens, closes] -Ah, yeah. It's a shame he's leaving, but…
-[woman tuts] -What?
You made it for me, didn't you?
[woman groans]
[trickling]
Hey, what are you doing there?
[man moans]
I'm almost done here, I promise.
[man grunts]
[man sighs]
Hey, do you have a place to sleep?
A place to sleep? How about you find a place to fuck off to?
Smells like piss here. [burps]
[distant siren wailing]
-[slow footsteps] -[floor creaks]
[man] Police! Hands in the air!
[gasps] I… I have permission to be here.
[man] Spread your legs!
Wider!
Hands down!
Hands up!
Down! Up!
-I… -Jumping jacks. Squats.
-Jesus. Kevin! -[Kevin laughs]
-Man, you're crazy! -Oh, man! [laughs]
Sorry, man. [laughs]
-Seriously, bro. You're such a pain, man. -I couldn't resist.
-I could've hurt you. -Go ahead and try.
Hey, take it easy. You're still my little brother. Idiot.
But, uh…
Uh, wait a second, just help me understand, bro.
So this is supposed to be a place
where, uh, kids can stay away from drugs, right?
[Ramon laughs mockingly]
Very funny. Just like your curls. Wait until it's finished. You'll see.
How much longer do I have to wait?
Look, if you have nothing positive to tell me,
then find something positive to tell me.
I got something for you. A big gift from your little brother.
No way, bro.
A Lexor? Where'd you get it?
Ah.
You won't take my cash, so there you go.
And besides, you need a sturdy pool table.
You know how rough these kids can be, don't you?
[Ramon laughs]
Crazy, man. Crazy, man.
[hip-hop plays over speaker]
I can already see it. I can see all of it.
You know? Couches, beanbags, PlayStation.
-It's gonna be out of this world, my man. -Yeah, man. Hey, honestly, bro?
You know Dad would've been proud of you, hmm?
-I'm gonna name this place after him. -Okay.
I want this to be a place where young people feel welcome.
-Mm-hmm. -Just like Dad always said.
A place where they don't have anyone on their case.
Like you are, right?
Join me on one of my rounds.
You'll see what it's like.
-You're crazy. -How about this? I'll play you for it.
If I lose, you get to decide what happens.
But if I win,
you'll wear a uniform and join me on my rounds.
[Kevin] Okay, okay, okay, fine.
Hey, but if I win, you finally let me help you out with money.
-Easy money. -Okay. [laughs]
It's a deal, dude.
["Flava in Ya Ear" by Craig Mack playing]
Oh!
Monday morning, 8:30.
Uh, I gotta work, dude. I got the night shift.
[Ramon clucks]
[Kevin laughs]
[enigmatic music playing]
[Kevin sighs and mutters]
[monitors bleeping]
[rustling]
[music fades]
-Hmm? -[Kevin sighs]
Keep your mouth closed. Why you eating marshmallows anyway, dude?
-What, are you, five? -[scoffs]
Oh man, those guys could be in any of those fucking containers.
Take a shot at one of them. That'll flush 'em out, right?
We gotta wait for them to lead us to the coke. Even if it takes a week.
It's already been a fucking week, man.
[man laughs]
Fuck you, man.
-[Kevin] It's been an hour, man. -Yeah.
[Kevin] You know the three rules of a stakeout, right?
Huh?
Weren't you paying attention in training?
-One, watch. -Mm-hmm.
Two, write it down.
Yeah. Masturbate, three.
-Nah, weigh it in. -Whatever, man.
[motorbike approaches]
-[Kevin] Who the fuck is that? -[man laughs] It's for me.
[Kevin] What do you mean, "It's for me"?
-Yo. -[rider] Delivery for Jack?
-Extra spicy, right? -Yes, sir.
-[Kevin sighs] -Thanks, man. Check this out.
What are you doing?
What? It's not like anything's happening.
-But… -[suspenseful music playing]
Okay, I'm calling for backup.
[gun clicks]
Hey, what you doing? Wait for them to get here, Jack!
-[man 1] Hurry up and open it, man. -It's locked!
-[man 1] Break it open, man! -[man 2] I'm workin' on it!
-[man] Get to work, boys. -[metal tool clatters]
[tense music playing]
-Jack. -What?
Jack, don't do anything stupid.
-[man 2] Gotta move fast, hurry up. -[man 1] Let's go.
[man 2] As fast as you can, as full as you can, right?
-Fuck. -[music ends]
-Fuck. -[clattering]
[boy] Cut it, man, hurry up! Come on! Hurry, hurry!
-[man 2] Where are the boys? -[man 1] Hey, boys, come on.
[Jack] Put your hands up!
-[man 3] Go, go, go! -[man 4] Let's get out of here.
Hey! Don't move! I'm taking you in.
How old are you, even? Twelve?
-I'm 14, man. -[engine starts]
Hey, hey, stop! The van. Fuck.
-[man] Suck it! -[horn beeps]
-Why'd you leave the keys in the van? -I had to come after you.
-Fuck you, man. -[Kevin] Fuck you, man.
-Fuck! -[boy snorts]
-[Kevin] Let's go. -My sandwich, man.
-I have the right to remain silent. -I've heard that before. Whatever.
-Get in. -Good job, guys.
[man 1] This isn't right.
[laughs] You said it, you look like shit. Guys, hands up.
-What happened to my van? -Oh!
There's 100 kilos in there. That'll buy us a lot of new vans, right?
You think we pay for a surveillance van with cocaine, bro?
[car approaches]
[siren wails]
Oh, uh, right now? The three of us? On our way
-Chief. -Hey, guys, are you okay?
You think you're gonna need counseling?
[scoffs] No. Why?
Well, you know, because you got your little asses handed to you
by a bunch of fucking teenagers.
I expected this from him, all right? But not from you. Seriously.
I want both of you to write reports on what happened
after you take this to evidence. You are killing me.
-Sandwich for Jack? -Ah, fuck, man, it's my food. Awesome.
-[Jack] Extra sauce? Thanks. -[rider] Yep, extra sauce.
[chief] Food? I can't believe you.
[Jack] Thanks, man. Huh?
Let's go.
What's your problem? Why you didn't tip him?
-Don't be cheap, dude. -See you later.
[siren wails]
[Jack] Hey.
That was a good catch, wasn't it?
[Kevin] Uh-huh. Yeah, it was.
Wow, this sauce is the shit. Mm!
Mm!
[Jack] Mm!
[Jack eating] Mm.
Hey.
What's up, man?
I think I wanna quit.
Quit being police?
Yeah.
Huh?
You're crazy! [laughs]
You're nuts, man.
[Jack chews noisily]
[emotional music playing]
Hey, listen.
You know what it is?
[car approaches]
[Kevin] Backup! We need backup!
[groans]
-[radio hisses] -[Kevin] 17-34.
Transport intercepted.
[shouting]
[man] Out of the car! Come on! Get the fuck out!
[grunting]
-[tense music playing] -[man] On your knees!
On your knees, motherfucker.
Hands where I can see 'em!
Come on!
[man] Come on! Let's go.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[music intensifies]
[music stops]
[sirens approaching]
[helicopter whirring]
-[sirens stop] -[radio bleeps]
[car approaches]
[tires squeal]
[car door closes]
-[man, faintly] Jack! -[rapid footsteps]
Jack. Yo.
Are you okay? Hey, Kevin. What the fuck?
[solemn music playing]
What the fuck? Jack, what happened? Jack?
[dialogue fades]
THE OLD ROTTERDAMMER
Ramon.
Look, um…
A chicken… A chicken is a kind of bird.
And, uh, an eagle is a bird too.
Two species of birds.
But, uh, uh, chickens… chickens walk.
Sure, they flap their wings now and again, but that's about it, right?
But eagles…
Ah, they don't walk, do they? Eagles fly!
Eagles spread their wings and go out exploring, yeah.
'Cause eagles are free! Yeah.
So the big question is,
you a chicken, bub,
or… are you an eagle?
[squawks]
[music plays quietly in background]
What Wilfred is saying is,
it's not as if this bird can never return to its home.
Right? But this bird should always call before he comes back.
[Wilfred] Call? Not always.
-Unless you wanna see a bald eagle! -[phone rings]
-A big bald eagle. -[Ma] Stop that nonsense!
-[Wilfred] What's the problem? -Hi, this is Ramon.
Yeah, Kevin is my brother. Yeah.
What's going on?
What?
[poignant music playing]
[music continues]
[Kevin] Honestly, bro?
You know, Dad would've been proud of you, hmm?
-He was especially proud of you. -Nah, dude.
[Ramon] No?
[Kevin] What, the necklace?
Here, you take it.
You're the older brother, you should wear it.
Nah, bro. No, no, no. It's what Dad wanted. It's all good.
[paint roller clatters]
[poignant music continues]
1951 - 1990 EGILIO PINAS
WE ARE IN IT TOGETHER
[music fades]
[phone rings]
[inhales sharply]
-[Jack] Those guys were waiting for us. -Mm.
They knew we had the coke, knew where we were going.
-Jack-- -I need two minutes with that scum.
-I'll find out who has the coke. -Jack.
Just tell me who my new partner is. I'll make them pay for knocking me out.
You mean for killing your partner?
Yeah. That too.
-Okay, a new partner. -[mouse clicks]
I'm gonna check my catalog, if you don't mind.
-Any preference in terms of hair color? -Chief.
Yeah, Jack? Kevin wasn't your first partner.
[Jack exhales]
I'm done justifying it.
-Who should I be buttering up, then? Hmm? -[chief tuts]
-Commissioner? -Hmm.
The mayor?
You know, I think a change of scenery might do you right.
What?
Something to show what a team player you are.
[Jack clears throat]
Behind a desk?
Not exactly.
Back on the streets? In uniform?
Lower than that.
-Lower than that? -Yeah.
[intriguing music playing]
[dog barks]
[children shouting]
[quietly] Fuck.
-[carefree whistling nearby] -[woman sighs sadly]
[woman] So sad about his brother. Isn't he back too soon?
-[Dilan] Yeah, it's only been a week. -[man] That can't be good.
My therapist, she'd have put me on extra meds.
To calm my nerves.
-[Ramon whistles] -Weird, my head is spinning.
[Bruno] I'm sure we can help him. Maybe we can distract him.
[woman 2] You sound like the government.
Always distracting you with some shit like the moon landing.
The moon doesn't exist. It's just a fucking hologram.
-[door opens] -But of course they deny that.
All right, listen up, everybody. Some exciting news for ya.
Allow me to introduce your new colleague.
This is, um, Jack. [chuckles]
So, Jack, uh, that's Shakir. Shakir, well, what can I say?
If he could make soup out of enthusiasm, we'd be drowning in it.
I love soup.
Lentil soup, brown bean soup with black pepper.
Are you Surinamese? Doesn't matter, I'm sure you'll like it. Uh--
That's, uh, Charly. Y'know, Charly's a real thinker.
She likes to think way outside the box. She's a conspiracy theorist, so--
I'm not a conspiracy theorist. They want you to think that.
I state facts. It's up to you to believe.
Yep. Whatever you say. Then there's Bruno.
Yeah. All I can say is, be glad you're not a woman.
You're not a woman, right? Nah, I'm messing.
You're not a woman. You've got nice muscles, and…
-Yeah, no, you're all good. Brenda? -Yeah?
Yeah. She's been struggling a bit lately. Right, Bren? Are you feeling better yet?
Well, uh…
Nah, she's not. She's afraid of people, of bugs, of just… everything.
Then there's Dilan, she's a good one.
And finally Ramon. Yeah, he'll be your partner.
So, uh, Ramon, Jack, Ramon. So, uh…
Welcome to the CSO.
[supervisor] Is there anything you want to tell the team about yourself?
Nah.
[dynamic music playing]
[sighs]
-[music ends] -[Ramon whoops]
My boy! Hey. Looks good on you, man.
I'm getting all emo. Hell, yeah, that's what I'm sayin'.
It's like this uniform was made for you, you know what I mean?
[laughs] CSO delicious.
Wink, wink. [laughs]
[hesitates] No, what I meant was…
-Anyhow, come on. Come on, man. -All right.
Yeah, the attitude, the mindset is this,
unity's the most important thing in this job.
Jack, Ramon. Ramon, Jack. We're one.
I'm driving.
What are you talking about?
Here. Hmm?
[hip-hop music playing]
Bottom line, our job is to keep neighborhoods safe,
pleasant, clean and livable.
People appreciate that. You can tell.
-[woman] Rot in hell! -It's nice.
-[man] Fuck the CSO! -Yeah. Really nice.
[music continues]
[man] Catch this, assholes!
-[rocket whistles] -Hey!
-[rocket explodes] -[man laughs]
-Losers! -Flip 'em off!
[indistinct shouting]
[music continues]
-Miss? This is a smoke-free zone. -[woman] Oh.
A smoke-free zone?
-[woman exhales] -[Ramon coughs]
[music continues]
Ma'am, we've been here for half an hour. Take the trash back inside.
I've got something to say, all right?
You're supposed to keep the streets clean.
Just so you know. Watch me do nothing.
Hey you!
Are you fucking crazy? Listen to me!
That wasn't my trash. This is my trash. All right? Okay?
-Man, Jack. Jack… -Okay? So go away.
Hey, don't you dare!
You both fuck off!
-Get out my face! -[Ramon] Sorry.
-Do something about it. -Yeah.
Do something. Don't just stand there. This is nuts.
-It's his first day. -I hope it's his last. Fucking asshole.
What you really take home is the respect you earn here.
-That's what matters. -[brakes squeal]
-What's wrong? -A weapon.
[Ramon] You can't be sure. Wait.
Oh.
No, no, no, that's Richi.
-Richi's reintegrating. -[quiet chatter]
It's been about a year since his shooting thing with his cousin.
The year before, he shot at his uncle.
And he robbed the store where his mom works.
But if we turn them into the enemy now, we won't be able to connect.
-They're going to jail. -No, no, listen. Hey.
-[Richi] Piece of shit. -We're CSOs, yeah?
We're not the police, all right?
Hey, guys, you all good?
Fucking pussies, man. Bitch ass piece of shit.
-No, no, no, wait. -[youth] Get out of here, man.
[men laughing]
-[Ramon] You can't ride your bike here. -[woman] I know that.
[Ramon] Have a nice day.
-Excuse me, you can't ride a bike here. -[man] I know that.
[funky music playing]
-Hey, come here. -Jack, that's not how we do it.
-Get off your bike. -[man] What? Calm down.
[Jack] You wanna argue?
[man yelps]
[man] Fuck!
-Pepper spray? You serious? -[man groans]
-Jack, the only time we can arrest-- -Was he allowed to bike there?
Technically, no. But you gotta cut people some slack.
-Hi. -[boy] That's what I'm sayin'.
Crazy, I was just--
-You filthy-- -[Ramon] Jack!
You need help, dude. Hell, you need Jesus, bro.
[music continues]
[brakes squeal]
[man] Ow. Ow.
Jack.
[man groans]
Ah!
[man groans]
Oh fuck!
Bastards.
I'm gonna get you.
-Go, go. -Let us in, man.
[man] Ow! Ow! Jesus.
Oh, fuck. [groans]
Can't you just give me a ticket or something?
-[man groans] -[music fades]
-[Jack] Wait here. -Wait, what the…
Where am I gonna go? You cuffed me!
[tense music playing]
[dog barks]
[Jack grunts]
Police! Come here!
-Here, you little shits! -Hey, hey, hey, hey!
-[boy] Chill, man. -[Ramon] Jack, wait. I wanted to tell you.
I've known these guys since they were babies.
[Jack] Why aren't you locked up?
-The word "minors" ring any bells, jerk? -Yeah, they fined us, all right?
-100 euros is a lot of cash. -Yeah, for 100 kilos of coke.
[Ramon] Coke?
-We didn't know what it was. -We thought it was sand.
[angrily] You thought it was sand? Really?
[sighs]
-Who do you work for? -Hey, who do you work for?
-Later. Who do you work for? -No, no, no. Hang on.
-Coke? What is he talking about? -Paw Patrol, weren't you with the police?
[laughs] Yeah, man. That was him.
CID, all right?
These two punks
are involved in a case where a cop was murdered.
Wait. Hold up. You talking about Kevin?
[emotional music playing]
-How do you know that? -Kevin's my half brother. You knew him?
He was… a colleague. A distant colleague. I didn't know him that well.
I wanna know who you work for, okay? Right now.
[boy 2] We're not snitches.
-[Jack] This isn't a fucking joke! -Hey, hey, Jack, Jack.
They're minors. We're not authorized to question them.
-We can't arrest them or-- -[door opens]
[woman, in Arabic] What's going on?
What have you two been up to?
The door is busted up!
[Ramon, in English] Sorry, miss. Sorry. Guys, straight back to school.
School? It's five o'clock, man.
-[woman, in Arabic] Who are you? -[Ramon] Sorry. We're CSOs.
[in Arabic] Get out of my house! Now!
Get out of my house! Now!
Moussa, Youssef.
Wallah, if I find out you're up to no good,
I will kill you.
[man] We're live from South Rotterdam where something appears to be unfolding.
Richard van der Vloed, one of the richest men in the country…
Hey. Who uncuffed that dude, huh?
That "dude" is Richard van der Vloed.
-What? -Of Van der Vloed Enterprises.
One of the richest men in the country.
He's building the highest tower in the Netherlands right here.
[indistinct chatter]
Why was he on a fucking bike? That's his own fucking fault.
[strained laughter] I could hit you right in the face. Is he watching?
No. The rules apply to him too, right?
-Jack's right about that. -Not really.
When you have so much money that you could buy the whole city,
detach it from the country and turn it into a tropical island,
I'd say that different rules apply.
Now, come on. Go on, apologize.
[Ramon clears throat]
-Huh? -My apologies. For everything.
Oh, no worries.
Oh, thank you.
-Sorry, uh… That wasn't very cool, was it? -Mm.
Were you able to catch those kids?
-[Jack] Of course. -Ah. Good.
CLUMSY CSOs MANHANDLE MILLIONAIRE
-[reporter] Your thoughts about the CSO? -They're heroes. Right? Thank you.
[car door closes]
-Bruno, see you tomorrow. -[Bruno] Yo.
Hey, wait. It was an eventful day. Not everything went well but--
We literally accomplished nothing, man.
Whoa, whoa, hey.
Why are you being so negative?
We're CSOs, my friend.
We're on the streets every day, fighting the good fight.
Fight? What do you know about fighting?
Those kids are tied to a murder case.
-Those kids are not murderers. -How do you know that?
They need allies right now. Those boys are not the enemy.
If we chase them, we drive them away and can lose them forever.
You know what your problem is?
You act like you're trying to help people with this fucking bullshit.
But you're fucking fake.
Even when it comes to the guys who killed your fucking brother,
you're a coward.
Now get away from me. Fuck off.
[quiet, emotional music playing]
[thunderclaps]
[poignant music playing]
[Richi] Look, it's that CSO from earlier.
Right here. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
-Yo. -[man] All right. Do it.
Your cash and your phone, jackass.
-Hey, guys. Hold on. Take it easy. -Don't make me say it again.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Hurry up. Your money, man.
-Here. Here. Here's my phone. Wait. -Give me your wallet too.
-Let's just stay calm. -Shut the fuck up, bro.
-Richi? -Who the fuck is Richi, man?
[laughs] He thinks he's funny.
-Go, go, go. Hurry up. -Okay, okay.
-Gimme your shit. Everything. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-[man laughs] -Yo, hold this for me.
-Uh-uh. -Take his uniform.
-My what? -His uniform.
Yeah, yeah. Hey, bro, give me your uniform.
-What? -Your CSO uniform. Hurry.
We don't have all day, man. Come on, come on, hurry up.
[Richi laughs] Gimme everything, dude.
-Look at him. Look at him. -[man] Fuck this guy.
-What a fucking loser. -Yo, grab his necklace.
Not my necklace. No, bro. This was my father's.
Fuck your father!
[Richi laughs] Shit. Have a nice day, jackass.
-[man] See you around! -[Richi laughs]
-[Richi] See you! -[man] Bye-bye!
[poignant music playing]
-Should I buy you one? -Really? Before it's even my birthday?
Thank you!
[man] Put your hands up!
[woman screams]
[bystanders screaming]
Papa, no, don't.
[music intensifies]
[Papa gasps]
[strained] Take care of… my necklace.
[inaudible speech]
[distorted] Papa, stay with me!
-He's rich. -Not anymore.
-That's a lot of money. -[thunder rumbles]
-[Ramon] Hey! -Fucker.
-[dramatic music playing] -[thunderclaps]
[Ramon] My necklace. Now!
-What's wrong with him? -Crazy, bro.
-Come on, let's go. Come on. -Come on. Fuck this.
[Richi] You want it? Come and get it, motherfucker.
Run him over. Run him over!
Shit.
[dramatic music continues]
-Hey, man, hey, no need to shoot. -My necklace.
Give me my necklace right now.
[Richi] Sorry, man.
Here, take it.
I'll give you five seconds.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
[dramatic music intensifies]
[screams]
-[music stops] -[screaming on video]
[chief] It's all over TikTok.
[screaming continues]
-One day with you and he… -[Ramon screaming]
[screaming stops]
-[screaming resumes] -What's he doing?
[Jack scoffs]
Chief, when I left him yesterday, he was fine.
You back off of this case. Fair?
You're a CSO now.
What even got into this guy, you know? It's weird.
CSOs are not the smartest kids.
You have to treat them like slow toddlers or something.
Why'd you team me with Kevin's brother?
Well, because I thought it might help you.
[clicks tongue]
[sighs] Someone's already dead.
And if something were to happen to his brother, to Ramon,
while he's under our watch…
That would…
That'd be a PR nightmare.
[Jack sighs]
So that's why you will make sure
that Ramon stays alive.
-What? -Yeah.
Yeah. That's right. It's like that movie,
the one where Matt Damon needs to be saved. What's it called again?
Ah. The Martian?
-No. No, no, no. -Hmm.
-Interstellar? -Nah.
Elysium?
-No, it's set on Earth. -Mm.
-Syriana. -Forget it.
-Courage Under Fire. -Forget it.
Why does Matt Damon always need rescuing, man?
The point is, this job is all you've got.
And if Ramon gets as much as a tiny little bruise,
you are fired.
[Jack sighs quietly]
You want to take a poop? Huh?
-Let's go poopies. -[Jack groans]
Enjoy.
[easy listening music in background]
Ramon, I, uh…
[Mrs. Verkaik] Go ahead. That's good. Yes. Go ahead.
-Yeah! One, and… -[Eddy whimpers]
You can't ignore me all day, right? I mean--
[sighs angrily] Nah. That's it, I'm done.
Hey, chef, what is this? I ordered a salad roll.
Jack, I saw someone spit out their gum on the street.
Shouldn't you be arresting them?
-[Jack laughs mockingly] -[men laugh]
-Hilarious. -Hey, the blue uniform looks good on you.
It's cute. Body cam.
Tiny flashlight for a tiny man. What do we have here?
-Check this out. Hands up! -What you doing?
-I need that, man. You're crazy. -[man 1] Relax.
Yeah, well done.
Pick that up, or I will ticket you for the pooping!
Oh great, here we go.
-Pick it up. Now! -[Eddy whimpers]
What happened? Why are De Koning's labia lips angry-flapping?
She wants me to stay away from Kevin's case forever.
But why?
-Because you're a piece of shit. -Precisely.
Nah, that's not it. They knew exactly where we'd be.
Somebody talked.
De Koning.
[Ramon] …and you find yourself standing in the rain in your underwear!
Enough's enough. Pick it up. Now.
[whines] Oh, but I forgot my bag.
What's that?
Hmm?
Oh. But this is new.
Pick it up.
Now, was that so hard?
I'll keep an eye on De Koning. I hear what you're saying.
-Yo. Hey. -[Ramon] Hey.
-Nice toy. What the fuck is this? -[man 1 laughs]
[man 1 whoops] Hey, toss it to me.
[man 2] Don't drop it.
-Fetch, boy. -[laughs]
-They're my colleagues. -[man 1] Peace and love, guys.
-[Ramon] Say anything about my brother? -[Jack] They're working on it.
-Have they talked to Moos and Sef yet? -They know what they're doing, okay?
-I know where they are. We could go there. -Hey! Hey.
You were right.
Minors, huh? No authority and all that bullshit.
Uh-uh.
No. Times have changed.
We're living in the here and now. We're handling this ourselves. Let's go.
But…
[Ramon] See that guy? He's looking for soldiers.
He's trying to recruit those boys.
[motorbikes rev]
[laughs] Boom.
He has a weapon, man. Let's call for backup, all right?
Uh-huh. Look over there.
They've got a lookout. That brainy Smurf-looking kid.
Yeah. I told you. They're dumb but not stupid. Let's go.
What's the matter, Jack?
You were going crazy trying to catch them yesterday.
That was yesterday. That guy's carrying a firearm, man.
Oh, bingo. Hey, hey.
Look, it's Moos and Sef. Looks like the party's gettin' started.
[tense music playing]
Okay, you stay back here.
-If we-- -Stay back here!
And what if I don't?
[Ramon groans]
Fine, whatever.
[sharp whistle]
Guys, you're 50 meters from the waterfront.
Where are your swimming certificates?
-What? -What are you talking about?
Jack, have you seen their swimming certificates? No?
Okay, come on.
-[Moos] Hey, whoa. -[Ramon] Move it.
Stay here. Stay right there. Jack, give me your handcuffs.
-Handcuffs? What? -Jack, come on.
All right, then.
Okay.
Hey, give me the key.
-What the fuck? -[Ramon] Gone.
-What are you doing? -[Ramon] Now we're gonna dance.
You're under arrest.
-Arrest? What for? -What?
For assaulting an officer on duty.
We didn't touch this guy.
[Ramon yelps]
The fuck?
-[Ramon groans] -Ramon. Take it easy, man. Just--
-[Ramon wails] -[Sef] Oh!
My balls. [wails]
-[Sef] What the fuck? -[Ramon] Jack, help me! Help me!
Why are you doing this? Why?
-Don't do it-- -No, Ramon, come on.
[Ramon screams]
[Ramon coughs and splutters]
[strained] Who gave you the order to empty that container truck?
-We have no idea. -[Ramon screams]
Please! Jack, save me.
-What are you doing? -Talk, or he'll just keep going.
-Okay, okay, it's cool. -I see the light. I see Jesus.
-Well? -[grunts] I see Jesus.
-[Sef] The Bukharis. -Wait, what?
[Ramon splutters]
The Bukharis.
The Bukharis. From the Driftkikker,
the go-kart track in Noord.
From the Driftkikker? The Bukharis are the biggest coke empire in Rotterdam.
[breathes heavily]
[metallic clicking]
[Moos] Finally.
[Dilan] Okay, go on. Off to bed, you two.
Are you gonna tell our mother?
If you go to school tomorrow, I won't say anything.
Cool.
[Ramon] And just remember,
you owe me one, okay?
-Ramon, thanks. Let's go. -[Ramon] Thanks, guys.
Do I want to know what this was about?
[hip-hop music playing]
[siren wailing]
[music continues]
What are we doing here? Far from downtown.
I'm gonna check the back. You watch the bikes.
Partner.
-[music fades] -[sighs]
Four years of the police academy just to end up with this bullshi…
DRIFTKIKKER INDOOR KART TRACK
[suspenseful music playing]
[woman] That's right, take it or leave it.
The price went up because of that shit show at the harbor.
Stop whining. It's better than nothing.
-[radio bleeps] -[Jack] What the hell?
What are you doing? We're at the fucking Bukharis.
This go-kart track is a front. They use it for money laundering.
-Laundering front? -Yeah, that's what I said, bro. Listen.
The head of the family is Yasmina Bukhari. She's inside the building.
I can see her. I'm just gonna take a quick look inside.
That guy from yesterday with the mullet,
he just got here. Be careful.
Then stall him, man. Don't talk about it.
Alpha, Zulu, Tango, Bachata. Over and out.
Hey, Ramon? God damn it.
[tires screeching]
[Yasmina] Huh. Well, thank god.
-[window creaks] -Wait.
-[flies buzz] -[Ramon sniffs, gags]
No, it's nothing.
I, uh… I can get you the stuff tonight.
Yep. Great. Bye.
-[dance music in background] -[pinball machine clicking]
[Jack] I'll have some water, please.
[man] We don't sell water here.
[tense music playing]
[camera clicking]
DETERGENT (COLOR), EGGS, CHICKEN BREAST
[door opens]
[footsteps approach]
[music intensifies]
[music stops]
[Yasmina sighs]
[tense music resumes]
[man] One water.
Yo. What? What the fuck?
[message alert tone]
AM UNDER DESK LURE BUKHARI AWAY FROM HERE
Listen, could I talk to your manager, please?
'Cause I, uh…
I found a violation.
What kind of violation is that?
[tuts] Uh, I…
I passed the kart track earlier and, um,
I could literally taste the petrol.
That's not okay for children.
[intercom bleeps]
[man] Ms. Bukhari, please come to the front.
Hello, miss.
I was unaware that CSOs could drink when working.
[Jack] This is water.
[slurps]
[sighs, gulps]
[sets glass on table]
Have a nice day, ma'am.
[enigmatic music playing]
[man] I gotta dip.
[Ramon] Hey, what a coincidence.
What are you doing here, CSO?
[man chuckles]
ID check.
-Come on. Papers. -[man laughs]
[Jack, on radio] Ramon. Bukhari is coming your way.
What, are you crazy, dude?
-Whoa. -You wanna see crazy, dude?
[man laughs]
You think that's a smart idea? Huh?
Shooting an officer on duty?
Why should I care, huh? Why, why?
Livestream, 24/7.
[laughs mockingly]
Bam bam. Catch me if you can. Pussy!
Please, don't. Don't run, man.
[groans]
-[action music playing] -[man laughs]
[brakes squeal]
-[Ramon yelps] -[music stops]
-Hey, Ramon. -Shouldn't you be in school?
School? It's a Saturday, man.
-What? -[door opens]
[crash]
[funky music playing]
[mouths silently]
Sorry, what did you say?
Whoa! Man, will you watch it?!
-[Ramon] Coming through! -Huh?
-[Richard grunts] -[Ramon] Sorry! Sorry!
Hey! God damn it.
[Richard groans]
Sorry, man. Later.
Hey, I know you!
[action music playing]
[bystanders scream]
-Hey! Move aside, move aside! -[screaming]
Congrats on your wedding!
-[truck horn beeps] -Shit!
[horns blare]
Ramon!
[horns blare]
-[Ramon whoops] -Whoa! Fuck!
[action music continues]
[man grunts]
Ramon! Hey.
-What did you do to Kevin? -Who the fuck is Kevin, dude?
-My brother. -You're fucking crazy, man!
-Fucking crazy! Hands off, man! -Shit.
Gonna ask again, what did you do to my brother?
Crazy CSO. [laughs]
[laughter continues]
-[laughter stops] -[gunshot]
Kevin!
[man screams]
[pensive music playing]
Hey!
[Ramon grunts]
Hey, come here. Come on.
What the fuck? Are you crazy?
-He's completely crazy. -Where do you think you're going?
-I'm leaving. -You're not going anywhere.
Or I'll throw you off the fucking bridge again.
-Where's the coke? -What coke, man?
-If you don't tell us-- -Crazy CSO!
[man laughs]
-We stick to the rules. -Yeah? Whose rules? Tell me.
If I answer that, they'll off me!
I swear it.
Get outta here.
It's not the Bukharis at all. They've also been robbed.
Looks like a fucking gang war to me.
Sounds deadly.
-Leave it to the CID, all right? -[Ramon] Bro.
Do you see the CID?
Do you see them anywhere? Do you see the CID?
I don't see them. Know what I see?
I see Jack. I see Ramon.
Ramon, Jack. Jack, Ramon.
It's just us, bro. All we have is each other.
So what'll you do?
Will you help me find my brother's killer?
Yes or no?
[pensive music playing]
[sighs sadly]
If I help you, you, um…
you have to promise--
-Oh, yeah, I-- -Hey, hang on.
-To think ahead. -I'll think ahead, I'll-- Okay.
-Before you act. -I'll act--
And…
-You listen. -I'll listen.
Think. Listen. Everything you just said.
And you know why?
Because you're my partner!
Bad boys in blue for life!
-[whoops] -[hip-hop music playing]
Come on, let's go.
Jack. Ramon.
Let's do this! Come on, let's go!
♪ Woop-woop That's the sound of da police ♪
♪ Woop-woop That's the sound of da beast ♪
♪ Woop-woop That's the sound of da police ♪
♪ Woop-woop… ♪
At first, we thought we had the Bukharis by the balls.
But they got screwed as well, so the question is--
Hello? I control the schedule here.
There is beef. There's beef. The Bukharis have beef.
But who do they have beef with? That's the question.
[supervisor] So, confiscating illegal fireworks--
I heard their only competition is Smits, the car dealer on Keverdijk.
They've been trying to take over for years.
That rip deal in October? That was those guys.
[Dilan] You're not going after Smits?
Can we talk about our own job? Like illegal fireworks.
[Jack] Smits. Okay.
That's some solid information.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Ramon laughs]
-Ah-ah-ah-ah! -[clapping hands]
-Hey, well done, guys. I'm proud-- -Ramon.
-I'm proud of you. Let's get it. -You're the bomb, Ramon.
[bell dings]
-Hey, my bike. -[Sef] Yeah, man. We found it.
We? I found it. You wanted to sell it and buy a döner sandwich with the money.
[Sef] We're returning his bike together right now, aren't we?
[Moos] By the way, um,
I wanted to say I'm sorry.
About your brother, you know? It's terrible.
-We're fighters. -Mm-hmm.
-And we're men. -Mm-hmm.
-And men don't cry, right? -Us men have courage, that's that.
[Moos] What do you mean, "us men"? I saw you getting weepy during Frozen.
-Don't think I didn't notice. -Weepy?
Nah, nah, nah. I'm just gluten intolerant. One bite and I'm in tears.
You eat too much. That's it.
[Sef sighs]
By the way, yesterday was really awesome. Straight out of a movie.
-The way you jumped, it was super cool. -It was.
-I mean, you just-- -Hey, guys.
Thank you for bringing me my bike, but… shouldn't you be in school?
[both] School?
It's a Sunday, man.
Well, whatever. Go do some homework or something.
We got a lot to do, you know?
-Fellas, you take care now. -[Moos] Take care man. Later.
-[Sef] See you. -That's some shit.
[Jack] Just to be clear, we're staking out Smits, right?
-[Ramon] Yeah, do some snooping. -No, not snooping.
There are three rules for a stakeout.
Watch, write down, and, um…
Just don't do anything stupid.
[Ramon] If we just take this one--
Hey, hey, listen. Follow my instructions, and everything will be fine.
Why do we always follow your instructions? Why don't we follow mine?
-I have good ideas. -That's not what we talked about.
-Pretend you're writing a damn ticket. -Why pretend? We're CSOs!
I don't have to pretend! I'm writing up a bunch of real tickets.
Hey, don't write any real tickets. I said just pretend.
Jesus.
-You saw where those cars were parked? -Parked on your head, doofus. [sighs]
[Jack] Fuck.
-That guy was there at the raid, man. -How do you know?
[Jack] I recognize his fucking shoes. It's in the report.
[hesitates] Fuck, man.
SMITS CAR DEALERS
Come on, let's go. Move, move.
-Shh. Come on. -How much longer? I--
-Sh! Shut the fuck up. -It was leg day yesterday.
I'm in pain. I've got cramps. You've got crazy calf muscles. I don't.
Smits, where are you?
[man groans]
God, I needed that.
[Smits laughs]
Are you really wearing shorts, pal?
[Smits laughs]
So the Poles took our bait. We're doing it tonight.
-Ten o'clock. The grasshopper and the rat. -Should I bring all my men?
Yeah, as many as you can. I don't trust those Nazis one bit.
-Nazis? -[Smits tuts]
Poles are not Nazis. The Nazis actually invaded Poland.
In 1939. Yeah, with ground troops and air support.
[Smits] I don't give a shit. We need to get rid of Bukhari as soon as possible.
-[radio hisses] -[man] That's just wrong.
[Smits] Whatever. Ten o'clock. The grasshopper and the rat, all right?
And please, be sober.
-Sorry, yeah? -Yeah, yeah.
You and your shorts.
[radio hisses]
[Jack] Sh, sh.
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
Shit.
Hey.
-By the way… -Yeah?
You smell really good.
No Diddy, but you smell good.
[easy-listening music playing]
[Jack] The rat and the grasshopper?
What the fuck is that?
-I know. -Huh?
Oh, wait. I was thinking of that fairy tale.
Morning, jack-offs.
Are you ready to order, or are you waiting for the metro?
Blijdorp Zoo.
-Of course. -Mm-hmm.
[Ramon] Yeah.
That's where kids like to go see rats, grasshoppers and all that.
[groans] Knucklehead.
Rat and grasshopper? I might know where you should look.
Yeah. Round the corner from my ex Anita.
That bloody whore.
She ran off with some animal,
'cause I guess she always liked safaris but never had the money for it.
She set up her own tent on the Afrikaanderplein to go wild.
I don't wanna be a dick, but in these last few years,
more guys have passed through there than in your average asylum, but anyway--
Chef. Rat.
Yeah, no, we don't sell those.
Go to the Chinese boat. They sell everything.
Oh, sorry. You're talking about the address.
[brooding music playing]
-Weren't you gonna count to ten? -I did, while I was running.
Multitasking, partner. [laughs] Check it.
Okay, come on, let's go.
-Look, a grasshopper. -Just keep walking.
And a Ferris wheel. The Dutch word for it is one letter off--
-Just walk. -Sure.
In 2012, this was a waste incinerator, a giant oven. Chief, that's for you.
-Then this guy turned it into a funfair. -[Ramon whispers] Sorry.
-Later, he went bankrupt-- -[Smits] I don't give a rat's ass, Nico.
I'm as good as naked here without a weapon.
-Well, then just picture those guys naked. -What?
Yeah. I just picture guys butt-naked whenever I'm feeling stressed.
-Don't you? -What the hell, man?
Only when I'm stressed.
Hey, are those our guys?
[Smits] No, it's the carnival police. Of course it's them, idiot.
Interesting place.
[Smits] Yes, until 2012, this was--
I don't give a fuck.
Where's the stuff?
[Shakir] Hey, hey, real criminals.
Locked and loaded.
We finally caught up with those guys from Kieboomplein.
Fireworks? What?
They've got automatic weapons and you show up with fucking fireworks?
And by the way, why are you late?
He wanted to check out Keileweg, see if any prostitutes were out.
What? Keileweg isn't even a red-light district anymore.
Exactly. I wanted to show her what it used to be like.
Why would I want to see a red-light district?
Hello? Sex workers are human beings.
I thought women had each other's backs? Emancipation is going down the drain.
Are you all finished?
I mean, bad things happened, but isn't it also a special place?
-Bruno! -These guys brought automatic weapons.
I'm calling my old team. We need backup.
[Ramon] Too late. They're already done.
And if they take that cocaine, we'll have no proof. Shit, shit, shit.
Okay, think, think, think.
I have a plan. Listen. You go that way and wait for my signal.
-What's the signal? -You'll know it when you hear it.
Shit.
Okay, you just wait here. I know what I gotta do.
[all laughing]
-Cover me. -What are you--
Wait. Fuck.
[Ramon] Police! You are surrounded!
On your knees! And put your motherfucking hands up!
[Dilan whispers] That's Ramon.
Put that out.
[Shakir yelps]
[rocket hisses]
Help.
What the fuck is going on?
[fireworks explode]
[rockets whistle]
[gunshot]
-Pavel. -Shit.
-[man grunts] -[gunshot]
-[rockets whistle] -[rapid gunshots]
[rockets and gunshots stop]
[silence]
-Don't. -I'm going.
[Jack] You're don't have a gun!
[gun clicks]
Shit. He has a fucking gun.
Hey!
Ramon? Ramon!
[door creaks]
[switch clicks]
[generator thrums]
[demonic cackling over speakers]
[cackling continues]
[man] Crazy CSO.
[distorted laughter]
[Kevin] Dad would've been proud of you.
-[haunting singing over speaker] -[thunderclaps]
[Ramon breathes heavily]
Stop, or I'll shoot!
Drop your weapon! Drop it.
-Drop your fucking gun! -Calm down.
Look at me. You killed my brother, Kevin Pinas.
-Kevin? But-- -Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Put that away.
CSOs? You serious?
[Ramon and Smits groan]
-Why do you have to be hardheaded? -What are you doing?
[Jack] They don't let us hit civilians.
[Smits] Is this procedure?
-Huh? -[Jack] Avoid hitting people in the face.
No.
That's way too visible.
-We usually hit… here! -[Smits groans]
-Right? Or here. -[Smits grunts]
Oh, yeah? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, I get it now. Oh, I get it now.
-[Ramon grunts] -[Smits groans]
Oh, I get it now. Oh, I'm doing it right now.
[Ramon whoops and grunts]
-Hey, hey. -This one's for Kevin.
-[Smits] Stop him. -Calm down, calm down.
He was one of my best guys.
What did you say?
He gave me intel, and I made sure he had a little extra to retire.
What the fuck are you--
[Smits groans]
[Smits coughs]
[emotional music playing]
World's upside down. I'm the one cleaning up your fucking mess.
-[Bruno] I'd be happy to-- -No.
You stay there and keep your hands off everything.
Or you die. Slowly. And same for you.
Come on. We have ten minutes.
You all right?
Yeah, sure.
Hey, don't look so sad. I know exactly what you need right now.
A visit to Keileweg.
-For Turkish soup. -[Dilan] Jack.
Hey. What happened in the haunted house?
[Jack] Kevin was a dirty cop. He was on Smits' payroll.
[Jack sighs]
[emotional music continues]
[door closes]
[Jack] Hey, man.
Too much yellow. [chuckles awkwardly]
[Jack] I, uh,
I knew we had a dirty cop, but…
I didn't know who it was.
Why did he have to die?
[cries] Why the fuck did he have to die?
Maybe he knew too much.
[sobs] He was lying to me all along.
He didn't say a word to me.
Nobody.
Not a single one of his colleagues ever said a thing.
Someone must have known.
The last time he was here, he was standing where you are.
Looking at me.
I was really proud of him.
[poignant music playing]
I looked up to him.
[Ramon cries softly]
Make sure people look up to you, hear me?
You don't owe anyone anything.
Not your brother.
Right?
Not even your father, okay?
You're the boss of your own life, Ramon.
-Just like you, right? -[Jack chuckles]
Maybe, but, uh… [sniffs]
…I'm sure as hell better-looking.
[they laugh softly]
We only have each other now, right?
[glass shatters]
-[alarms blaring] -[dramatic music playing]
[coughing, gagging]
-Are you okay? You okay? -Not at all.
-[tires screech] -[car accelerates]
[Jack] Look, man. Look.
They think they can blow up two CSOs? They're not getting away with that shit.
-["Come Baby Come" by K7 playing] -South Rotterdam CSOs assemble.
Calling code red.
Black Golf, HV-Z41-K.
-[dog barks] -I see him.
-You can't leave your stuff out here! -I will!
[tires screech]
Black Golf on Wildzang, heading to Zonnehof.
["Come Baby Come" continues]
Volkswagen found. Suspect on the run.
Wait. He's running towards downtown.
♪ Come, baby, come Baby, baby, come, come ♪
♪ Come, baby, come Baby, baby, come, come… ♪
I got him. I'm on his tail.
-[tires screech] -[motor revs]
♪ Bounce, come on, bounce ♪
♪ Bounce, come on… ♪
Suspect got out of the cab. He's entering a building through the back.
[CSO] Oh shit.
[ominous music playing]
[brakes squeak]
So someone tries to blow off our damn heads,
and then turns himself right in after?
-This doesn't add up, bro. -Yeah.
-'Cause it's way worse, man. -What?
It's De Koning.
Willem-Alexander? He wants to blow us up? You think Máxima helped him?
No, not the king. De Koning, my fucking boss.
-What? -Yeah, I know, right?
[hesitates] And you didn't think, "Maybe I should tell Ramon"?
I wasn't sure about it.
"Dear Ramon, I'm not sure about it,
but there's a small chance my boss is trying to blow off our damn heads!"
That took four seconds. What the fuck do we do?
[squeals] What, what, what, what? Put that thing away.
-[woman talks indistinctly] -Okay.
-Jack. -Have you, uh, seen De Koning?
Why?
This is gonna sound strange, but she tried to blow up our asses.
-Uh… -Boom! Get it?
Sorry, sorry. Sorry, bro, I'm super hyper right now.
[Jack] A, uh…
A hand grenade.
A hand grenade?
-You're just repeating what I say. -I wanna make sure I get it right.
Can you start from the top and tell me everything?
-[tense music] -Hey, man.
-[Jack grunts] -Nuh-uh. Uh-uh.
Come on, guys. We're gonna go for a drive. Come on.
[Ramon] Shit.
-[Jack grunts] -[music fades]
[man] I'm kinda nervous, man.
Hey, Guido. Don't we need an alibi?
[Guido] Dude, our alibi was plan A.
That failed, so now we're on plan B. Hello, hey, you with me?
Why the fuck are you staring at me like that?
I thought we were done for the day, right?
So I popped a little pill.
So hurry up, guys. I have a party to go to.
You're joking, right?
I don't care about any of that, okay? You said you were gonna fix this.
-I'm fixing it all, got it? What the fuck? -Don't shout like that, man!
Smooth sailing, huh?
Oh, hey. Hey.
You're awake. How nice.
Really brings you closer, doesn't it? Being corrupt together and all.
Now, see, this is exactly why we never felt like including you.
That tone. That attitude.
Always acting like you're better than us, isn't that right?
[whispers] 'Cause I am.
[Jack grunts]
[Jack groans]
[man giggles]
My brother. Kevin.
Was he in on this as well?
I fucking miss Kevin, man.
Dude, that guy was about to blast this whole thing into space.
Fuck him. He suddenly wanted to do the right thing.
You won't get away with this, dipshit.
Sure will. We've got protection, man.
It's De Koning, isn't it?
[Guido] Of course not. She couldn't tell her ass from her elbow.
Our protection comes from way higher up.
From the highest in town.
Literally. [giggles]
-Fuck you. -[Guido] Don't worry.
It won't be long before you're reunited with Kevin.
And you with your brother.
Oh. Oh, didn't he tell you? That Jack was Kevin's partner?
[Jack] Ramon, I can explain.
He was next to him
when I shot your brother in the head.
[somber music playing]
[quiet, tense music playing]
[man] Gentleman and gentleman, please put your hands together.
-[Jack screams] -And pray. Pray.
Yeah, bro.
[man sings]
[Jack screams and grunts]
Dear God, welcome these souls into your embrace
and open the gates of heaven for them.
These people have sinned, and for these sins they must pay.
But in the same way we have sinned, so shall we too pay--
[screaming]
[tires screech]
[intense music playing]
[music stops]
[Jack coughs and splutters]
[Jack grunts]
Do it.
You can't, can you?
[man] You're feeling the love, right? Huh? You know I love you. Wait--
Jack. Jack, no, wait--
Your gun.
-[man whimpers] -[Jack] Hey, get his gun.
-Jack. -[Jack] Hey, come here! Come here!
Gimme your gun now! Move, move, move!
Move! On your knees. Here.
-[radio bleeps] -[Jack] CID.
-We have a situation. -[officer] What do you need?
-Requesting backup. -Where to?
-To Mathenesserlaan. -Okay.
Standby for backup to Mathenesserlaan. Over.
Who the fuck are you?
Hit me.
"Hit me"?
What do you think this is? A movie?
I lost my brother.
I trusted you.
There's only one person here who's a coward.
I'm lookin' at him, Jack.
Hey, hey, hey, guys?
Never walk away from each other angry, guys.
Please.
[poignant music playing]
[poignant music continues]
-Hey. What's up, man? -Move over.
Jack.
I thought I told you to stay away from this case?
I'm glad you didn't listen.
It's just a little embarrassing
that it was solved by a community service officer.
Your punishment is over, the transfer is undone.
Welcome back. Congrats. Yay.
Hey.
-No news about Guido? -No.
But we'll find him. Don't worry.
[showers running]
[Dilan] Ramon.
-[Ramon sighs] -Are you all right?
I think this is gonna be it for me.
I'm quitting CSOs.
You're quitting?
Hey, you're not gonna quit. That's just crazy.
-You think so little of me? -No.
It's just, this work means the world to you.
What's the point, Dilan, you know?
The criminals are protected at the highest level.
-What's the highest level in Rotterdam? -Uh, the Euromast?
-I don't mean literally-- -Zalmhaven Tower.
-You always need to be right. -I don't.
You mean the, uh, Van der Vloed Tower.
Jesus, Bruno.
But this is the only tower that really counts.
The Bruno Tower.
The Bruno mast. The Big Bruno.
[sighs] Bruno?
Would you please cover yourself with a towel?
Yeah, sure. Since you asked so nicely.
-No problem. -Bruno?
-Did you say Van der Vloed Tower? -Yeah, the one they're building.
[suspenseful music playing]
He was everywhere we were.
[enigmatic music playing]
Send the motherfucking lift down. I gotta get off the street.
[tense music playing]
[Ramon] Hey!
You son of a bitch.
[Ramon grunts]
[man] Hey, stay right there. Come on.
Suddenly, those things went off,
and all those criminals started shooting, and we couldn't go anywhere.
We were trapped.
But anyway, uh, luckily, we all survived.
Yeah, what you've all been through was pretty complicated.
You've obviously been through trauma, so counseling is a must.
Unfortunately, the council won't fund it, so I'll do it myself.
-Forget trauma. In Türkiye, we make soup-- -Shakir, not now.
I understand that nobody died. Well, some people did, but we didn't know them.
But anyway, I'm looking at you, Bren.
-Oh, I… I wasn't there-- -But you've been through trauma as well.
Yeah, we talked about it. It was about your father.
Or, uh, was it about your dog? I can't remember.
Uh, there's no need to dive back into it right now.
It was just an example. Bruno, give her a hug.
-What? -Yeah, give her a quick hug.
You've hugged a woman before, haven't you?
-Yeah, but not like that. -[supervisor sighs]
[Shakir] Beef bone broth soup.
-[door opens] -Shinbones simmered for 24 hours. Great.
-Anyway, if you're upset, come to me-- -Hey, hey.
-Is Ramon here? -What are you doing here?
-Where's Ramon? -[Dilan] Checking something out.
-Why are you looking for him? -I have some explaining to do.
-What's he checking out? -Something about the highest level.
I mentioned Van der Vloed Tower, and he just ran away.
Well, yeah, just like that.
There's always a tower, isn't there? Twin Towers, Trump Tower,
Die Hard, Lord of the Rings.
Yeah, I think we've just come full circle, you know what I'm saying?
Earth's still flat, so…
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[Richard] I don't remember giving you permission to bring visitors,
Why the hell is that CSO guy here?
-[Guido] It wasn't my idea. -[Richard] I got enough on my plate.
-[Richard] Deal with it. -[Guido] Okay. I'll deal with it.
I hit him, kicked him right in the fucking balls.
-Yeah, I saw it. -So cool.
-Weddings, bro. You just gotta crash 'em. -[phone rings]
[Sef] It's fucking lit, no cap. But…
-Yeah, hello? -Hey. Jack here, from the CID.
From the CSO.
What? How'd you get my number?
Bro, we got arrested.
-They know everything about us. -Guys, I can hear you.
So what do you want from us?
Ramon needs your help, okay?
[tense music playing]
[vehicle approaches]
[Moos] Hey, yo, Jack? Recognize your old wheels?
-Paint job and everything. -[boys laugh]
[Sef] Go, go, go!
-[banging on van] -[Sef] Go, go.
-Come on. Help me over here. -[man] Hey, hey, what's going on here?
Can't you see what we're doing? Building a sand castle for your mama.
[man] We're trying to build the highest tower in The Netherlands here.
Then get back to work. What are you doing here? Lazy asshole.
Oh, needed some help, did you?
[indistinct arguing]
Fuck.
-[arguing continues] -[Dilan] Hey, what's going on here?
♪ Where the hood, where the hood Where the hood at? ♪
♪ Have that nigga in the cut Where the wood at? ♪
♪ Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? ♪
♪ You better bust that If you gon' pull that… ♪
Drop your guns. Show me your category three license.
You're in deep shit, you little bitch men.
-Let's all go home quietly, kids? -No reason to call the cops, right?
I'm sick of you damn Smurfs.
[tense music playing]
-[Jack panting] -[Richard] Your turf's north of the river.
You stick to the other side.
And if you step into each other's territory,
I will personally make sure you don't get your hands on a single gram.
As far as I'm concerned, this bullshit between you is over.
Just do your job and behave, and there'll be enough for everybody, hmm?
Look, I'm all about the peace.
But if you don't cooperate, you won't live to regret it.
-[laughter] -[Richard] Yeah.
Yeah, you won't live to regret it!
Is that clear?
That's better.
I hope we don't have to meet ever again.
Guido, can you please take care of our, um, little problem?
[Yasmina] Bye, now.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
-Shit. Fuck. -[music fades]
Hey.
Shit.
[Ramon grunts]
Guido, Van der Vloed, Bukhari, Smits, they work together.
Oh.
So you just walked in, cool as a cucumber?
Nonchalant. You know, all by yourself?
And it didn't even cross your mind to go, "Maybe I should tell Ramon--"
Cut the bullshit, man. I'm here to save your fucking life.
Now fuck off or I'll shoot, you stupid fucking pigs.
Oh yeah?
Come on. Go ahead. Shoot me. Do it.
Shoot, fucker. Take a good look into my eyes, yeah?
'Cause every single night, I'll be there in your nightmares,
to remind you you're Brenda Kruger's killer!
I'll haunt you! I'll be there!
-I got it, guys! -[whooping]
-On the ground. Fucker. -Whoa.
[Moos] Hey, we got him.
[animated chatter]
[Brenda squeals excitedly]
Sorry, bro.
[soft, poignant music playing]
[Ramon groans]
[radio bleeps]
Apprehend any person who comes out of that fucking elevator.
-Jack? -Huh?
We're in this together, aren't we?
-Why is this bastard always tryna slap me? -Let's go.
Go ahead. I'll take the next one.
Fine by me, shithead.
You taxi driver. [laughs]
-[gate closes] -See what I have to deal with?
I got in a lot of trouble after that shooting.
We all did, man.
I should never have teamed up with you, Guido.
Listen. I have a plan.
-We'll get Van der Vloed to help us. -Hmm?
By framing him for murder.
Wait. What murder?
[Smits groans]
This one.
To begin with.
[thuds]
[Jack] Enjoy the view while you can, friend.
You again? Why can't I seem to get rid of you?
Because we're CSOs.
That's right.
Coldhearted stubborn operators, man.
Hmm? No, that's not what it stands for.
That's… that's not what it--
-[Ramon gasps] -Third time's a charm.
[tense music playing]
-Van der Vloed, I want a deal. -[Van der Vloed] A deal?
You're kidding me.
Give me one good reason.
Otherwise, you'll have to explain why there's a dead guy over by the elevator
and another two on your balcony.
Guido… you're getting nowhere with this.
You know why?
Because we've got you on camera. So smile.
Fuck.
Livestream, baby.
[screams] Ramon!
-[Bruno] Shakir, that's the body cam. -Huh?
Oh.
[sighs]
I want a helicopter out to the Bahamas. I want a new name.
A new car.
A new nose and a new girlfriend.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
If you fix this little issue, hmm?
-Say hi to your brother. -Guido.
[Guido grunts]
[Ramon grunts]
[dramatic music playing]
[Ramon yelps]
[grunting continues]
Ah! Motherfuckers. Come on!
I had a harder time with Kevin, dude. Give me a challenge. [grunting]
[Guido yells]
[Guido laughs]
Motherfuckers. Motherfuckers.
Jack, look.
Funny how everybody around you ends up dead.
[grunting]
-For my brother! -[Guido grunts]
[music intensifies]
[Ramon screams]
[Ramon grunts]
[music builds]
[music intensifies]
[music stops]
[Guido screams]
[screams angrily]
-[alarm rings] -Shit! Whoa.
[pensive music playing]
-[Jack groans] -[Ramon] Jack.
-[Jack] Yeah? -You okay?
[Jack groans softly] I feel fucking hungover, man
-[Ramon] Bro. -[Jack breathes heavily]
[Ramon] What, is it nap time already?
-Are you okay? -[Jack] Can that guy still walk?
-No. He's done. -[Jack groans]
[gun clicks]
[tense music playing]
Want something done, do it yourself.
No, no, no, no. Let me. Let me.
Hey, listen. You can have a new start.
It's not too late.
Didn't your mama teach you to stop before things start going badly?
You don't wanna do this.
[Ramon chuckles]
You don't get it, huh?
I know you.
I hear you.
I see you.
-Ah! Stay there! -Okay, relax, bro.
There's still hope, right?
To make the world a better place, we have to work together, baby.
Jack, Ramon, Van der Vloed.
We're the dream team.
Hear that, Jack? Dream team.
[Richard] Who says I want that?
[pensive music playing]
Okay. Listen.
It's never too late to make the right choice, man.
Do what your heart tells you to do.
You know what that is.
[music intensifies]
[officers] Police!
[music intensifies]
[music stops]
[officer 1] On your knees! Hands in the air!
-[officer 2] Drop it! On the ground! -[officer 1] We got him! We got him!
[birds squawking]
[Ramon laughs] Seriously, I'm just sick of it.
I'm at the point where I'm ready to fly free, you know?
I need a place of my own.
-[Dilan] A place? A place of your own? -How on earth did I end up with you?
-No, Dilan, no. Our house. -[Dilan chuckles]
As in the both of us, moving in together. Our own house.
As friends?
Or…?
-Sh. -[Dilan chuckles softly]
[soft, poignant music playing]
-[radio bleeps] -Bruno for Dilan.
-I'm listening. -Where are you?
-Weren't you supposed to bring Ramon here? -[Shakir] Bruno.
Wait, what's he talking about?
[Shakir] They're here. Get down, get down. Hide.
-[Ramon] You've been acting weird all day. -[Dilan] I have?
What are we even doing here, huh?
[door closes]
Hey. What's all this?
A foosball table? How?
-How-- -Well…
You deserve it.
[shouting] Surprise!
[cheering and laughing]
No! What? No way!
[cheering]
Ramon! Aw! Nice, isn't it?
Man, hey.
[indistinct chatter]
Jack, how the hell--
You know, take down the city's two biggest drug gangs
and, yeah, people, uh, tend to be grateful.
Huh?
[applauding, cheering]
We want a speech!
[man] Yeah, speech!
[Ramon] All right.
[guests] Speech! Speech! Speech!
[chanting continues]
Wow, you did a great job, guys, really. I had no idea.
I love talking, but right now I don't really know what to say. This is…
Um…
Kevin would be so proud. That's for sure. I know it. I can feel it.
Uh, and I think if he were here, he would've said what…
what my Dad would've said.
Together, we're strong.
-[Ramon sniffs] Um… -[applause]
And Jack,
that outfit really suits you.
-[laughter] -Yeah!
[upbeat disco music playing]
[Bruno laughs]
[music fades]
[Shakir] I'd like to join the CID as well.
My uncle was a village cop back in Türkiye.
He let me hold his gun once, actually. I was four.
I ended up shooting my grandpa right in the left butt cheek.
What I'm saying is,
I have experience with pistols.
Okay. We'll call you.
-She's not calling, man. -Of course she will.
So let me get this straight, you both wanna stay community officers?
You don't want to go back to the CID, and you don't want to become a detective?
Nah, thank you.
Sorry, chief.
It's all good.
-[foosball table rattles] -Goal!
-Siu! [whoops] -Goal, goal, goal, goal, goal, goal!
-That's not fair, man. -It was offside, bro.
-[Moos] That's three points, not just one. -What?
But you're not half bad for two old dinosaurs.
[Ramon chuckles]
Shouldn't you be in school?
[both] School?
-It's Sunday, yo. We're off today. -[Sef] Yeah.
-It's Thursday, right, Jack? -Uh-huh.
["Tempo" by Jairzinho ft. Sevn Alias, BKO and Boef playing]
Thirty-second head start?
["Tempo" continues]
[music ends]
[funky music playing]