Zillion

If you're stupid, then you can easily hide that.

People can't tell by looking at your face.

Well, not with most people then.

But if you're small, like me, you can tell right away.

So what could I do?

I had to make sure that people could no longer look past me.

He is our god. Frank is our god.

Does it also have to do with being infamous, extravagant...

a bit of the talk of the town? "Say, the Zillion..."

The flamboyant and controversial club owner...

Zillion boss Frank Verstraeten remains in custody.

His mother was also questioned.

Who is Frank Verstraeten?

If you read the press, he's a gangster and a mafia figure.

At 27 years old, I was the king of the nightlife.

I had so much money that I couldn't spend it in this lifetime...

and everyone knew my name.

Frank Verstraeten, the little one from Meise...

was the largest for a while.

To really understand the whole Zillion story, we have to go back to the beginning.

When I was still Frankske from Meise.

A brat who had never set foot in a discotheque...

and who was going to the conquer the world with his computers.

- What are those? - Trains.

Yes, those are the train tracks. You have to envision the trains yourself.

Those were the most advanced microchips you could find at the time.

Imported directly from China. Everyone wanted it. And I had it.

Yes, that looks like train tracks, yes. For morons then.

You could call it smuggling, but mama had a much better word for it.

- Frankske. - Mom.

'Jackpot.'

If you want to know who I am, you have to know who Marleen Verstraeten is.

Don't you see anything about me?

Oh, sorry, you got a new haircut, of course.

Skin cancer, throat cancer, bladder cancer and breast cancer.

Marleen Verstraeten had survived them all.

Mama was a tough one, unbreakable. I got that from her.

I was going to start my business, here in Meise.

Web designers, graphic designers, even the butcher around the corner...

everyone had to know who Frank Verstraeten was, what he sold...

and especially under what conditions.

Very important: invoice, import tax, VAT, all

that nonsense, we don't participate in that.

Like it or not. Thank you. - But isn't that illegal?

Frank's dad used to say life's too short to pay taxes.

Precisely.

What I'm calling for... I have here...

Patience, I never had that. And certainly not at that time.

Computer chips and...

Are you selling technology or are you calling to say he has AIDS?

Yes, am I speaking with Clear Design Ruddervoorde?

I have very good news for you. But also bad news.

It couldn't go fast enough for me.

I just saw things bigger.

Whether it is software or hardware...

our professionals are available day and night.

By showing my face on TV, my company was immediately on the map.

I could barely keep up with the orders.

And because it was difficult for me to fly to China every week...

I made China come to Meise.

I really need those two. How are those things?

- This one was done, wasn't it? - Yes.

Good day, sir. Please.

INFOBrix became a household name.

Open 24/7, door-to-door service and lifetime warranty.

At the age of 24 I was the employer of 32 technicians...

and I earned a million Belgian francs a week.

In black of course.

VIC 2000, MS-DOS or preferably Turbo Pascal...

at INFOBrix we understand every language.

But what I didn't know at the time was that my story had yet to begin.

- Cut, cut, cut. Stop. - What?

Nadine, open up. How many times do I have to repeat it?

Dennis, I'm open right? - I'm not talking about your cunt...

but about your position. You cover everything. I don't see shit.

And if I don't see anything, then the jerks at

home don't see shit either. Claudio, come here.

That pussy light a little bit closer to that cunt.

No, not too close. I still have burns from last time.

You can't see those blisters on the screen.

Roeland, that microphone.

You keep shadowing those tits. Hold it higher.

- It wasn't me. - Who else was it, idiot?

What is with you guys today? I'm the boss here. Concentration.

One, two, three...

Dennis... - Ronny, hold on. It's not your turn yet.

But that guy from those computers is here. - Then say so immediately.

Ah brother, I thought you weren't coming.

They say to Dennis, 'You have to go digital. Digital is the future.'

But Dennis doesn't like digital. Dennis likes videos.

Hoho, let me see.

Stop, stop, stop.

He wobbles a little. I would make it a little stiffer, otherwise it's not right.

Dennis listen, and now you have to see what happened.

Here, first half hour of Cover Story poof, up in smoke.

Do you know what that means?

That people can't follow along? - The man has humor.

Your hard drives aren't compatible. Where did you buy that junk?

Your CRT screens look shit as well.

They just overheat your housing, so you better switch to LCD.

They also consume less power, by the way.

The question is:

Can you help me, brother?

With his 40,000 video films sold...

Dennis Black Magic was the undisputed porn king of Belgium.

And according to legend, born with a boner.

Bravo.

Hero of the day. Nadine, give that man a blowjob.

Say, I'm not a whore, huh. - I'll film it, then you're an actress.

Thanks, Frank.

Who should I contact for my payment? - Payment...

Listen. What would you think, instead of money, huh...

VIP tickets for the Carré. That's what people fight for, trust me.

What is that? - You don't know what the Carré is?

That's the place to be, friend.

Everyone's there. Anyone who matters is there.

The prettiest chicks, the hottest bimbos. You

have to see it for yourself to believe it.

If there's anything like heaven, it's right there.

Glamour, glitter, it's all there for the taking.

If you would have told me that this fat guy with

his blue glasses, was going to change my life...

I would have never believed you.

But yes, how do things go sometimes?

Via a detour.

Those are VIP tickets.

Sorry but it will be very busy, so only regulars tonight. Ladies.

What exactly is the problem?

Fuck off, little one.

What did you call me?

And now to your mother.

- Losers. - Franky, everything okay?

Hello, sir. Can I help you with anything?

- Are you his mother? - Yes.

He's a smart one, isn't he. Did he get that from you?

That would be too much honor. No, no, no.

And you are?

Nico Tackaert, Special Tax Inspectorate.

Thank you, Madam.

Is everything alright?

Yes, I have a bit of eczema. - I mean, with his accounting.

Yes, Mom, that's standard procedure.

Ordinary routine check for starters. - It will show.

It's not easy as a small self-employed person, Mr. Tackaert.

And he works so hard.

I always tell him to rest. But yeah, he doesn't want to listen.

- Sympathetic mother. - Yes.

We're not done yet, are we?

You can ask questions to my sympathetic mother.

I have a question for you.

Where's your real accounting?

Where do you write down what we aren't allowed

to know, but what you yourself shouldn't forget?

I don't know what you're talking about.

What?

The BBI doesn't come to Meise for nothing, Frank. You stand out too much.

He didn't find anything, did he? - Do you know what you earned this month?

- Yeah right. 6,325,700... - All black.

And what do we do with that? We can use it to light the stove next winter.

Those guys aren't stupid. Just make sure you stay ahead of them.

Mom was right. As always.

Having too little money is a problem, everyone knows that.

But what no one realizes is that having too much money is also a problem.

A problem I had to solve quickly...

or that scabhead from taxes would show up at my door more often.

The trick is to work with obscure companies from Moldova, Uzbekistan...

from all those monkey countries, far from

the eye of the Belgian tax authorities. Yes?

We can switch to foreign currencies.

That makes it even more difficult to trace.

Important for you to know... - Missy, that ice cream, that's una bomba.

It's better than sex, really.

What's your secret? - Sorry, but that stays in the family.

It's very simple, then you can marry me.

Are you not interested? - Sorry, Frank, sorry.

How does Dennis get his money?

The 16th of every month, Mom comes to your place, delivering ice cream.

This way you can release and sell your masterpieces in large quantities.

This is how you make black money white. You understand?

And then, not unimportantly, I will send you invoices from INFOBrix...

for services I never provide. But that's how I get my money back...

minus your commission of, say, ten percent.

Listen, Frank, I'm going to be very honest with you.

Chemistry has never been my strong suit.

Numbers, algebra... Makes me go limp.

Well, it doesn't matter. What do you expect from Dennis?

Making movies. The more the better. I'll take care of the budget.

Like a producer.

Yes, if you want to call it that, yes, producer.

One more thing Dennis. You have to promise me one thing.

The day you make your first million...

A million? - Then you take me with you.

- Where to, Frank? - To the Carré.

I'll show you the basement if I have to, brother. Definitely, deal.

From the moment Dennis and I found each other...

our business ran like a train.

And the winner is...

Dennis Black Magic.

In less than half a year he made 27 porn films...

giving me back all my pennies whiter than Michael Jackson.