Almost Cops (Bad Boa's)

- Move it! - Your attention, please!

This is a holdup!

Hand me the fucking keys! Now!

On the floor! You too! Now!

You, fuck face! Get down! Right now!

- Guys, you don't want to do this. - Are your ears out of service?

- Are you okay? - What did you do?

It's not too late.

There is still time.

You have so much to live for.

Yo, fucking CSO. Shut up, or I'll shoot you.

- Stay there, preacher boy. - I know you.

- I see you. - Stay there!

I am just like you.

A local boy.

There is still hope.

Who are you?

It doesn't matter who I am.

I love you.

Nobody has ever said that to me.

I know. Bring it in.

You are the best community service officer in the whole wide world.

PUBLIC ORDER

Your father would be ashamed of you.

Mrs. Verkaik, you have to clean it up.

It's not like Eddy enjoys doing this.

Do you, Eddy?

Besides, I don't have any bags.

Mrs. Verkaik, the rules are the rules.

I can't do anything about that.

There you go.

150 euros?

How am I supposed to pay that on a state pension?

Mrs. Verkaik, I'm just trying to keep the streets clean.

Children come out to play here.

Mrs. Verkaik, please.

Mrs. Verkaik, please don't cry.

All right, then.

Come on, Eddy. We're leaving. Let's go home.

WE ARE IN IT TOGETHER

I know, Dad. I'm really trying.

32-0-50.

32-0-50.

POLICE

ALMOST COPS

PUBLIC ORDER

- Hi. - Hi.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Are we going out for drinks? - Sure.

- Sweet. - Not with you though.

No worries.

Hey, Dilan.

Oh, Bruno.

This is the men's locker room, right?

Get dressed.

My cousin liked it just fine.

She's more like my cousin twice removed.

- She lives in Volendam. Not the point. - Ramon?

- Hey. - More like a step cousin.

I still had this. It's yours.

My dream catcher.

Don't you need it?

Yes.

No, I...

It protects you, you see.

From intruders in your bedroom. Not that...

Intruders in my bedroom?

No, well, my mom came into my bedroom once.

I said, "Get out." She was like, "Do you pay rent?"

Anyhow, would you like to go for a drink with me later?

You mean…

Like, in the staff canteen?

Yes. In the canteen.

Just as friends.

Sorry.

Ready to go?

The staff canteen, really?

She leaves the door wide open, and you're like,

"The canteen. Yeah, great."

Come on. Try to understand women.

Let me do the talking. I know what the ladies want.

This Latino rosso would've done it differently.

No wonder she broke up with you.

Go have a seat, sweetie.

I have your food ready.

Just the way you like it.

That's the music Dad and I used to dance to.

Someone is about to get pregnant.

I just put on the best playlist,

and you're reeling me in with your delicious cooking.

I don't even need my eyes.

- Come and get it... - Wilfred.

- Ramon. You're here. - Hey.

How are you?

Your mom and I were doing some DIY.

Heavy-duty stuff. Trying to fit a few things in.

It's not like he doesn't know.

We're all grown-ups here, doing grown-up stuff.

I should probably go.

No, don't go.

Just eat your dinner.

This is your home too.

This is why I asked you to always call ahead.

I have a private life too, you know?

You could have caught me stark naked.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Come on.

I only came over to get the stuff from the shed. Okay?

Wilfred, have a nice evening.

- You know I love you. - I love you too.

Too bad he's leaving. Still…

What? This was meant for me, right?

Hey, what are you doing?

I'll be done in a sec. Promise.

Do you have a place to sleep?

A place to sleep?

Do you have a place to shut up?

This place reeks of piss.

Yeah.

Police! Hands up!

I'm allowed to be here.

Legs apart.

Further apart!

Hands down. Up!

Down. Up!

It's really you.

Sorry, man.

- You are such a pain. - I couldn't resist.

- I might have hurt you. - Try me.

Cool it. You're still my little brother. Fool.

Anyway…

Have I got this straight?

This is going to be a place where young people can remain drug-free?

Laugh it up, Curly. Just you wait and see once it's done.

Are they in for a long wait?

If you don't have anything nice to say, go find something nice to say.

I have just the thing. Come with your little brother.

No way.

A Lexor? Where did you find this?

You won't take my money, so I had to get creative.

Besides, you need a good table.

You know how kids treat stuff like this.

You're insane.

Just imagine when it's all finished.

Sofas, beanbags, PlayStation.

This place will be awesome.

Yeah, man.

For real, bro? Dad would have been so proud of you.

I'm gonna name this place after Dad.

I want it to be a meeting place for kids. Like Dad used to say.

- Where they won't be sent on their way. - Yeah, by guys like you.

Walk the beat with me.

Then you'll see what it's like.

You're tripping.

Here's what we'll do. We'll play a game. If I lose, it's up to you.

But if I win,

you come along with the CSOs for a day.

Okay, agreed.

But if I win, you have to accept my money for once, yeah?

Monday morning, 8:30.

I'm on duty that day. The night shift.

Close your mouth. Eating marshmallows, as if you're trying to lure kids.

These guys could be in any one of these fucking containers.

Should I shoot one? That should bring them out.

They need to lead us to the coke. Even if it takes a week.

- It's been a fucking week, man. - Shitbag.

- Fuck you, man. - It's only been an hour.

You know the three rules of a stakeout.

You don't?

Did you pay any attention at the academy?

One, observe.

Two, log it.

Jack it, yeah.

- Respond. - Fuck you. Fucking hell.

- Who the fuck is that? - It's for me.

What do you mean?

- Yo. - Hi there.

- With lots of pepper? - Sure.

Thanks, man. Right?

What is this?

- What? Nothing's happening. - Yeah, but...

Wait. I'm calling for backup.

Wait, man. Wait for backup to get here.

- Quickly. Break the lock. - I'm doing it.

- Hurry. - Faster. There is no time.

- Jack. - What?

Jack, don't be stupid now.

Fill it up.

Quickly, boys. We have to speed this up.

- Quickly. Cut it, hurry up. - We have to move faster.

- Where are they? - Faster.

Don't move!

We have to go.

Don't move! Freeze!

- I'm taking you in. - How old are you? 12?

I'm 14, man.

Hey, stop! The van. Fuck.

Too bad for you.

- You left the keys in the van? - I was coming after you.

- Come along. - Relax.