The Shift

It doesn't matter.

I'm exhausted.

It's the last exam, we can do it, guys.

- Because then... - Then what?

What will I do down there?

It's a wasteland.

Hey, you'd score big time there. It's full of chicks.

Oh please, nobody gets laid there.

Forget about it. You know what I should do?

Knock it off!

She snubbed you.

- You gross her out. - No!

Don't even bother.

- She's not in the mood. - Apparently.

See how pissed off she looks?

I give up, there's no hope.

Shit!

Hey, pal!

- I'll show you how to get chicks. - Yeah, right.

- This is my technique. - A skateboard?

For sure.

They can't resist me.

- Come on... - You can't even skate.

Yes, I can! I've been practicing for three weeks.

What's three weeks? I'm better than you.

- Better than me? - Want to bet?

- Sure, come on. - Here.

- Let's bet. - Five euros.

- How much? - Ten.

Let's see.

- You suck! - Forget about it.

You suck, I lost.

Right.

- I should've shut up. - As usual.

You suck, just like you'll suck on the exam.

What a disaster!

If I fail, back to the homeland.

Where are you going this summer?

To Spain.

See you later.

How's it going?

Where are you?

You killed my innocent brothers!

On the ground!

We will have a great victory!

Why are these bastards running?

... Allah has bought from believers their beings and their possessions.

Among the flames!

Your destiny is hell, you bastards.

Where are you?

Where are you, infidels?

Thank you.

Karim wants to go to his grandparents in Tunis with his dad.

- What's the problem? - No problem, but...

I break my back for his vacations and he wants to be with his dad.

He's a boy, it's normal.

He's a boy.

It's normal, sure.

Is it normal that his dad doesn't help me and I sweat blood?

- What did you say? - You're right.

That's better.

Let's go.

Pit Bru 1, do you hear me?

Pit Bru 1, come in.

Dispatch 112, Pit Bru 1 here.

Code red, medics needed in Schaerbeek.

Our shift is over.

Lancioni, we need all units.

There was an explosion in a school, hurry up.

Which school?

Which school? Over.

Saint-Dominique School, Chaussée de Haecht.

- Karim's school? - No, but his bus passes by there.

What happened?

- What happened? - Possible terrorist attack.

On our way. Over.

He never answers.

Honey, it's me, is everything okay?

Call me back, please.

Answer, damn it!

Mesut, there was an attack in Schaerbeek.

I can't reach Karim.

I've been called back on duty.

Go pick him up and call me when you hear this message.

Damn it.

Dispatch 112, Pit Bru 1 here. We've arrived.

Go, go...

Go inside, there are more wounded, even by gunshot.

The bomb was loaded with nails and screws.

Careful, the building has yet to be secured.

The beams might be damaged.

Relax, everything will be fine.

All right.

Miss? Come with me.

Hey, you! Come here, there's another one inside.

Here.

He's breathing.

- Blood hemorrhaging from neck. - Can you open your eyes? Hear me?

Squeeze my finger if you can.

Hold his head.

One, two, three...

Good.

- Compression? - Done, let's go.

One, two, three. Come on.

Take this one.

I'll deal with it.

Press here.

He's barely breathing.

In his mouth.

All set.

We can go now.

With the helicopter he'll have a better chance.

Wait! We have an urgency!

We'll handle it.

One, two, three.

Done.

Aspirate.

Dispatch 112, Pit Bru 1 here.

Pit Bru 1, Dispatch 112, over.

Code red,

unconscious 16-year-old boy.

Blood hemorrhaging from neck,

he's intubated, we're heading to Brugmann. Confirm?

Intubated, we can go.

Negative.

Don't go to Brugmann, they're full,

go to Saint-Jean. Over.

Unbelievable, they're crazy!

They kill kids, too.

Nowadays, not even school is fucking safe!

Hello? Karim, how are you? Where are you?

I'm on duty still, your dad's coming to get you.

I don't know what to say...

I'll be back as soon as I can.

No! If you want to go out, have your dad pick you up.

I don't know, I'll call you later.

Enough. No, I said enough!

I'll call you back, bye.

Calm down!

Calm down...

Everything is okay.

What's your name?

- Is he okay? - He's breathing on his own.

Where are we? What are you doing?

What are you doing? Who are you?

Stay still.

Don't move, you've lost lots of blood.

Who are you?

I'm Isabelle, we're going to the hospital, you're wounded.

You're in an ambulance.

- Understand? - Abdel.

Abdel.

Is your name Abdel?

Abdel, stay calm.

Good.

Bravo.

Don't move, stay still.

- Don't... - It's okay, I need to auscultate.

Good.

Like that.

Very good.

Don't move, stay still.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck!

He has... Adamo... Adamo...

Adamo! He has...

He has...

What?

He has a bomb on.

- What? - A fucking bomb!

Shit!

- Adamo, don't. - Isabelle, get out.

- There are children. - No one move!

I can't stay here.

Don't touch anything, all right?

Wait, I'll help you.

- Drive. - Stay calm.

- Don't touch me. - All right.

I'll sit right here.

- Hurry up. - All right?

- Drive! - Why don't we talk?

It's okay.

Adamo, drive.

Drive!

Let's go, ready?

Everything's okay, I won't move. I'll stay here.

Yesterday we arrested Tariq Sina and three of his men.

We've been questioning him for hours about the school attack,

but he says he knows nothing.

He says their target was the Etterbeek post office.

There's no way they are lone wolves,

not with those kinds of explosives.

I'll keep you posted, Minister.

Yes, thanks.

Vermalen?

Do we have statements from the survivors?

We don't have the 12th and 15th, but we know who's responsible.

Luke, slides.

Abdel Hadji, age 16.

Orphan, lives with his uncle in Molenbeek,