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A DE MENSEN PRODUCTION
Ferry!
SUPPORTED BY SCREEN FLANDERS
COLLABORATION WITH SALLIE GARDNER AND DOMM
Where are you, little rat?
Ferry!
Hey, asshole!
Come here.
Ferry?
Come to your father.
If you've got such a big mouth, why are you hiding?
Jack.
-Please come back inside. -Shut your face.
-Jack. -Fer.
-You'll wake everyone up. -Come.
Come back inside. You're right. It's my fault.
Get your paws off me!
Claudia, look, I've got it. He can't hurt her.
Put it away, it's dangerous.
Hey! Jack!
You're not right at all. You're a pathetic drunk bastard.
I don't want anything to do with you.
Ungrateful whore!
Destroy her!
No.
Stop!
-Ferry. -Let her go!
Fer. Put that down, boy.
Are you going to shoot your own father?
-Let her go! -Fer.
Ferry, come back.
What are you going to do?
Fer, boy.
And now? What will you do now?
Jack, stop.
Shoot, tough guy.
-Jack! -Shoot, then!
-If you don't shoot, I will. -Jack, stop!
Jack, don't.
Jack! Look at me! Stop!
Never threaten someone if you can't go through with it.
Loser.
On the Amsterdam canals
I have pledged my heart forever
Amsterdam fills my mind
As the most beautiful city in our country
Welcome to Amsterdam.
One of the finest cities in the world and a paradise for culture lovers.
Amsterdam never sleeps and has something for everyone.
Strip clubs, cafés, coffee shops.
My boss Brink has it all. He is the emperor of the nightlife.
Brink is as rich as the sea is deep, but has always remained an ordinary boy.
A warm, common man who takes care of the people he loves.
Good afternoon.
Well, how do you like that?
I'm drunk and he looks like Brad Pitt.
But if you cheat him, you've got a problem.
And I'm the man who solves the problems.
I'll be back tomorrow and you'll have the money, okay?
Okay.
No!
I'll do anything for Brink.
He took me in when I was worthless.
He is my mentor.
That applies to all of us. Olaf, Robert, Rico, and Brinks' son, Mattijs.
We are a family, a tight club.
We work hard, we party hard.
All the people of Amsterdam
Brink takes care of us and we look after each other.
I take who I want, what I want, and how much I want.
Than to be from Amsterdam
I am the happiest man in the world.
Yo.
Hey.
-Ali. -Baba.
Brink. Ferry.
Hey, hands off.
Tasty. You could become a real kebab master.
We're missing Koeman.
What are you on about? He hasn't played in ages.
Well, with Koeman, we'd have been champions.
Are you serious? You should have become a pundit.
-So, welfare princes. How's it going? -Just in time, gents. The game's starting.
Here. How's it going here?
-I didn't know you were coming. -Just checking how it's going.
-Well, it's going well. -Really?
I heard that the Maroc is gone.
-Yes, it sells really well. -Yes.
Didn't I ask you to stock up?
I did, and it's gone again.
Let me handle my business and you handle yours.
I've got it all under control here.
So just back off.
Dad, come on.
What do you mean, come on?
Do you know who we just saw?
Etienne, that good friend of yours.
Still hasn't paid, huh?
You're letting yourself get cheated. It's bad!
-Brink. -For us all.
Ferry and I took care of it for you, so just take that as an example.
Otherwise you'll be crying for money again.
Dad.
Get some beers. The game's starting.
Come on.
The match is kicking off. It's important for Ajax.
Open. Open up now.
-Hands on your head! -Hands up!
No messing around. If you move, you're dead!
Run to the back.
Hands on your head!
Fill up the bag. Now. Hurry up.
Hurry up!
Hey!
Keep filling it up. Keep going.
Now!
Hurry up. Come on, man.
Keep going.
Hey, what are you doing? Fucking idiot!
-Do you want to die? -What's happening?
-What's happening? -Dad.
Hey, move it!
Keep filling it up!
-Dad, don't do it. -Almost done?
Hey, almost done?
He's too late. A number of defenders looking at each other,
-but Suarez times it so well… -Who are you?
Fuck!
Goddamn it!
Ferry?
This isn't good.
Ferry, this isn't good.
Go get the car!
-We're nearly there. -Hold on, boy.
Come on, hold on.
EMERGENCY
Gunshot wound to the thorax.
Take him straight to the operating room.
-Guys, pulse. -Start.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Here's the operating table.
-You can't come any further. -What?
Brakes on. We lift on three.
One, two, three.
-Okay. -Come on.
-What is the tension? -Blood pressure is too low.
I wanted to toughen him up as a kid so he could take better care of himself.
If he got beaten up at school,
he'd get a few knocks from me too, to make him stronger.
He was always different.
And I haven't been able to protect him.
I wasn't paying attention.
I should never have let them in. It's my fault.
No. It's not your fault.
They knew where to go. They knew.
They waited for that match.
This is no coincidence, Fer.
Southerners. They were from the south.
Yeah, they very well could be.
You know that area.
You know people there.
I haven't been there in ages. That's not for nothing.
I want you to find out who did this.
And I want you to shoot them.
If you move, you're dead!
Hands up!
No messing around.
If you move, you're dead!
Who is that?
I don't know. Go and check.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
-I've come to visit. -Visit who?
John and my sister.
I've never seen you before. Were you in jail?
Only idiots go to jail.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
-My father's in jail. -Wesley!
-I'll puncture your tires, moron. -Scram.
John.
It's been a while.
Did you dye your hair?
-Claudia is inside. -I came for you.
House X was robbed.
-They shot Mattijs. It's not looking good. -Shit.
-Can we talk? -Why the fuck are you here?
Sister.
I was in the area.
For business.
-I thought I'd stop for a coffee. -Just one cup.
Well, come inside.
No shoes on my carpet.
Nothing's changed.
Wait, honey.
Yes.
-Honey, can you make some coffee? -Fine.
Did you fall?
Sort of, yes.
Camp's looking good.
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