Mocro Maffia

Every war has a beginning.

The moment when the shit hits the fan.

In retrospect, it seems logical and obvious.

In reality, it's just bad luck.

What did Pencil's wife have to do with it?

It is what it is.

Tactical?

A 24 hour detective team will fuck him up the ass.

- What does Pencil want to do? - Fucking accountant.

Fifteen K for the head of the Pope. We have to hit back.

Slippery, you know Celine. You're her shadow, starting now.

Until our problem is fixed.

He screwed us over. That fucking Pope is still alive.

- On your knees. - Sit.

Fucking seven years.

This is Mouse.

Usually he has the best stuff from Amsterdam. So be nice to him.

Hello, brother. Have you become a junkie?

Dad, we have to talk.

- About Youssef. - What did I hear?

First expelled from school and now you're a drugs dealer?

Don't you want a diploma? No education?

- Who makes you deal drugs? - Our cousin, Adil.

Those hyenas around him are bad, Youssef.

Romano?

- Welcome. - How are things going?

- It's difficult without you. - Of course.

It's difficult for the guys without their boss.

The Pope says hello.

So you're the new crime reporter.

Who's trying to rip of who and who's smart enough to get it?

If you want to start a fucking war with Romano, then...

Then what?

He just popped them, man.

It's bad for business.

- I fixed it. - What are you going to fix?

That little one is etched in my memory, bro.

- No stress. - No stress?

I lost two fucking good dealers.

We need a favor from you.

Do what I say, or else.

I want to tell the story from the inside. Not just observing, OK?

From your perspective.

Why don't you tell me everything? From the time you were small.

The street, your friends.

- Did you finish it? - With Sanne gone, I want you to read it.

They're going to die, or I'm going to die.

This is my manuscript, dammit.

- This is my book. - This has to stop, pal...

because I'll be the first one to die.

- Where is it? - Where's what?

I'm getting married tomorrow.

I'd have liked to invite you. You like a party.

Everything is heading towards the end.

And every end is also a beginning.

Everything is constantly in flux.

And nothing is ever the same.

The facts are completely relative at the beginning and end.

Because everything keeps going, changes, grows and dies.

But enough of this philosophical bullshit.

As a journalist, you have an eternal dilemma.

What do you tell and what don't you?

A book about an underworld war shouldn't make victims, right?

My name is Rein and that means clean.

How do I make that come true? How do I keep it clean?

I would need to change everything.

The names, the facts.

I would need to keep silent about my informer.

Because my informer is in danger.

But I need to keep my own name into account as well.

I'm not talking about its meaning, but the status.

What the hell, what does it matter?

Nobody cares that these boys...

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

The prophet, peace be with him, says in the Quran...

There will come a time where it won't make difference...

where people get their income from.

Whether it comes from what's forbidden or allowed in the Islam.

There will come a time for humanity when a person won't care about...

learning the truth. Whether it's allowed or forbidden.

Over a thousand years ago, the prophet warned us about the present time.

The time when people don't think about how they earn their money...

as long as they have money. Allah be blessed.

What started as a simple home burglary continued as a smash-and-grab...

to dealing drugs.

And now even murders, dear brothers.

Eat something.

Dad, you haven't eaten anything yet.

Have some honey. It's good.

I'm going to lie down.

Are you getting some sleep?

Youssef?

- He was my cousin too. - Yeah, you were great friends.

Ilias had nothing to do with it.

We're going to destroy those bastards one by one.

You and me.

I'm ready.

Good morning. Take off your shoes.

Make yourself at home, fatso.

Move over, freak.

- You're done playing, guys. - No, we're at the last fucking level.

What did you say?

Are you going to tell me where you got that?

Relax, man.

A guy hit me in the face with a glass.

To make his woman horny, you know.

It's fine.

So you aren't going to tell me?

Bro, it was my own fault. You know how that shit goes.

How's the Pope doing?

Romano's in Morocco.

No one's saying anything, but I'm sure.

- Stress, I think. - So are you or aren't you sure?

So they don't tell you anything?

They talk in those encrypted fucking things, don't they?

Not to me, only trade.

What's up with that, by the way?

Bro, there might be two million worth of it in that stash house.

If there's two million worth of it, it will be guarded like a fort. Suicide.

- Screw you. - What's your problem?

I need cash soon, bro.

That chemo ruined my father financially.

Take this.

If you know where Romano is, you get this times ten.

And Pencil?

And Pencil.

We have to come up with a plan. Pope is looking for us 100%.

No risks with that rat.

Bro, come on. Everyone is waiting.

They're harmless.

They know who you are.

Everything all right?

- Bad conscience? - No, man.

I thought...

I don't know what I thought, but you're here in Amsterdam.

- Yes, of course. Business is business, right? - Certainly.

- Coffee? - No.

I thought I'd stop by.

I heard about your dad.

- Fucked up. - Yeah.

How are you, bro?

And Romano? Where is he?

That crazy stunt was in the news.

No idea, man.

How's your dad? Is he out of the hospital yet?

He's at home, but weak and depressed.

He's done here. He wants to go back to Turkey.

Marrakech, bro?

- Romano. - You ask a lot of questions, bro.

Interpol must be breathing down his neck.

I'll be back soon.

- Keep an eye on your PGP. - OK.

Hope your dad gets well soon.

If you need something, I'm ready.

Here.

- Want something to drink? - OK.

How are you doing?

As you can see it's like a jail in here.

Does Adil know more yet?

How's dad?

Fucked up.

He wants to see you.

Look in that drawer.

- What am I supposed to do with this? - It's for your safety.

Turn it up.

Fuck this, man.

It will never work.

Why are you acting so tough?

I'm going to pull, OK?

Fuck.

It's fine.

Call me. I need info.