Gangstas (Patsers)

This is Mohammed.

The perfect guy. Friendly, honest, punctual, healthy.

A good Muslim, with a degree, a steady job.

Puts the rubbish out on time. Recycled, of course.

Pays his taxes. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Never done anything wrong, never had dealings with the cops.

If he played GTA, he'd stop for pedestrians.

The ideal son-in-law.

Mohammed is a decent citizen

just like 95% of all Belgians with foreign roots.

But this film isn't about Mohammed.

Previously on 'Gangsta'...

Four childhood friends from Antwerp...

Adamo, the brains...

Badia, the fighter...

Volt, the loose cannon,

and Junes, the dancer.

They wanted to be rich fast and live large.

They decided to steal cocaine from the Columbian mafia,

and triggered a turf war between two rival gangs in Holland.

After spending all the money, they were caught and had to fight for their lives.

They lost their innocence and their brother Yasser

the hero cop who saved them.

Mind-blowing action, tear jerking drama, heartbreaking love.

That fucked up shit is behind us now.

I went 100% legit. I started a successful construction company.

Our expertise aims to please.

Welcome to Albu... Mat.

I have a luxury car rental business that's a big success.

Showing off, 100% legal.

I'm a businessman, you know.

I even invested in a start-up that may revolutionise the tech world.

New technologies are the future.

Junes was on that show 'The Secret Dancer'. He even won.

He was so popular, he was a judge on season 2.

A celeb, a teen idol. His face in every magazine.

FANS SCREAMING

He was a cuddly immigrant. Even racists liked him.

SHOUTS

Volt became a master of zen.

He now focuses on spirituality and sports.

He's found his inner balance.

He helps young hoodlums get back on the right path and stay there.

Here you go.

Badia became a local role model.

To empower them, she started a women-only boxing club.

A fucking role model.

A dream woman, you know.

In other words, marriage material.

Oh, my God. He's the one.

Yes.

After my parents died, Uncle Farid, bless his soul,

and Aunt Saloua cared for me.

You can rest easy, my dear. Your daughter is in the best hands.

They gave me a home, a family, lots of love.

And I grew up with Badia.

She became my soulmate, through thick and thin, for life.

As Uncle Farid used to say: Low-key is the key to life.

Badia deserves the best.

He's here, he's here. He's here, he's here.

And she made the right choice. 100%.

No, wait. Stop.

We're going to need a different title. For now, let's call it...

Good Guys.

WOMEN ULULATING

Darling, you look gorgeous. - Thanks, Mum.

The boss is here.

Pizza.

Pizza. Let's go.

Thanks for the alcohol. - Careful with that machine.

I used to be like them. But that road leads nowhere.

Careful with my cars. You pay the fines.

TRADITIONAL MOROCCAN MUSIC

TRADITIONAL MOROCCAN SONG

WOMEN ULULATING

CAMERAS CLICKING

Coach, Adamo says I can drive his car. - You don't even have pubic hair yet. Sit.

Stay away from that devil. - Let him be.

You're a great example.

Haven't you ruined enough lives?

Leave those kids be, or I'll fuck you up.

Chill, bro. - I am chill. Master of zen.

All is in divine order, but you've got guts.

I've been invited.

What is it? - You haven't learned your lesson.

I'm a businessman. Can't a guy work?

It's okay, go and work for the devil.

And you? - Oh, you know.

WOMEN ULULATING

Mum, I'll be right back.

What are you doing here, Mr Fast and Furious?

I want your cousins to have some fun. Let them live for a day.

It's not their day, nor yours. This is my day, okay?

Why are you here? - Your mum invited me. I couldn't say no.

You couldn't say no? - Go easy on him.

You lie so often.

Why are you still friends with this loser? - Come on, let's not ruin this day.

Ruin?

He's ruining it.

I'm happy for you. I came here to wish you all the best.

You love this guy? - Mo is a good guy.

There are so many good guys. Do you love him, honestly?

Yes. He takes good care of me. He's honest and sincere.

He has a heart of gold and he saves me from your fucked up world.

That's over. I'm doing other stuff now.

Before, I didn't have a choice. - There's always a choice.

All those gangstas have a choice.

You act like you're forced into it, like it's fate.

But nobody's forcing you.

Your world is ruining a whole generation. And none of you are going to grow old.

You act like I've become someone else. I'm still the same guy.

That's the problem. I don't need your kind.

I'm not a gangsta anymore.

I'm in Antwerp. I want to talk to you.

Adamo.

You're like a son to me. - Badia want me gone.

I want you here, with your family. Allah be praised.

Farid had the same look in his eyes. He was always imagining things.

He was paranoid because things could blow up at any moment.

I miss him. - Do you want to die like him?

I'm out, I swear. - You'll die with a black soul.

I never used violence.

My hands are clean. - Get out before it's too late.

Okay.

I don't want to bury another loved one.

Give me my keys.

My keys. - Here, boss.

Get lost. - Hey, brother.

Target on the move.

Follow him. Roger.

When I say I'm 100% legal now

that's not quite right. Let's say: 85%.

The last 15? I'm working on it.

It's like this: I'm hoarding. Get it?

Straddler isn't answering.

I'll check.

Full of Dutch guys. Don't they have their own port?

Focus, people. Check the registration on those cars.

SWAT stand-by.

Bingo, guys. Mounja Salhi.

Fucking Aunt Mounja. - Stay calm. We need evidence.

Arms in the air. - Why?

I have work to do. - Shut up, man.

CLASSICAL MUSIC

Go.

Go, man.

Have a seat. Espresso? - Sure.

TENSE MUSIC

God damn it.

Still no news from the straddler?

Fucker, you're more than an hour late. What's up?

If they cross the border, we lose him.

So be it. - All that work for nothing?

We need the shipment.

Okay, just stay here 'til it's over.

JC, let's go. We're driving to Adamo with SWAT.

Well, well, such a high-ranking visitor.

Hey.

No, you can remain standing. That's better for your circulation.

Shit, not even I am seated.

I didn't expect you. - Didn't you miss me?

I'm glad to see you. I have missed you.

That's the right answer. Have a seat.

Listen, I've come especially to see you. I need to go abroad on urgent business.

I wanted to make sure that you're ready. - Ready for what?

You need to take over Antwerp. When I'm away, you're in charge.

In position. Eyes on target.

He's placing a blue container next to the red one.

Blue container next to red one, check.

Assault team, are you on location? - Affirmative. We're getting fitted out.

Combat-ready in one minute.

He's here. Let's go.

Boys, showtime. Let's go.

A car has stopped next to the blue container. The driver's getting out.

Torch in hand.

It's happening. He's opening the red container.

Quickly, here.

People are coming out. I count one... four trojans.

Hurry up, boys.

They're carrying sports bags out.

Come on, boys.

TENSE MUSIC

The police have fucked me over too often lately.

The switch is on.

The only one who always delivers, is you.

Thanks. - Three minutes.

Everything okay? - Yes, aunt. You need to trust me.

Then why are you shaking?

No stress. Everything will be okay.

What the fuck? Did you see that? He's got a disco ball in his mouth.

That's my vape. Let me see that.

This is a fancy place.

Boy, oh boy.

SIREN

Five tangos in total. One is on the lookout with a gun in his hand.

Assault team, situation report. - On the move. 75 metres.

Eagle has landed. Last bags. Almost done.

Pizza's ready.

Assault team progressing. 50 metres.

50 metres, check.