Undercover

This series is inspired by true events.

Names, incidents and locations are fictitious.

Any resemblance to actual persons is coincidental.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Welcome to Limburg.

The biggest fruit-growing region in Western Europe

and a paradise for nature lovers.

Limburg is a green province full of woodlands and places

to spend the day cycling or walking with the family.

But what they don't tell you

is that most of the world's ecstasy is made here.

Forget our Haspengouw apples.

Forget our double-distilled gins.

Our biggest export is ecstasy.

Every year, they ship 500 million tablets out of Limburg

with a street value of over 2 billion euro.

Our ecstasy makes it to London and New York, even as far as Sydney.

The whole world goes mad for our beans.

It's the love drug.

But there's not much love to be seen in Limburg.

Exploding drug labs, illegal dumping of chemical waste,

reprisals in broad daylight.

Limburg is another Colombia when it comes to ecstasy.

FEDERAL COURT

The suspect is to be released and court is adjourned.

Madame Prosecutor.

Chief.

- Was that a case of yours? - No, no. No.

- So why are you here? - I need your help.

- Then you know how to find me. - Five minutes, that's all I ask.

You've got from here to my office.

Decaluwé is being difficult.

He operates independently, so I can't help you.

He wants to pull my inquiry.

If it's yielded nothing...

It's yielded more than enough, there's just no proof.

Right.

I'm talking about a large-scale, well-organized gang.

Who is the target then?

Ferry Bouman.

An ecstasy producer.

His name has cropped up a few times, but we never knew what his role was.

Until two months ago.

The French arrested Nicolas Matteï, a big dealer in Saint-Denis.

They found a phone with the phone number of his ecstasy producer.

A Belgian number. We traced it to a mast at a camp site here in Limburg.

And who did we find there?

Ferry Bouman.

A Dutchman who's lived here for twenty years.

The ecstasy they found at Matteï's has turned up in raids in New York,

Berlin, Sydney, Rio de Janeiro...

Bouman is one of the major producers of ecstasy.

What do you need?

I want to use undercover agents.

Who do you have in mind?

Twelve Kalashnikovs.

- Is it okay? - Hey, I'll say if it's okay.

Take a good look.

Hurry it up.

It has to be good. Will you bring the money now?

- I'll bring it once my mate says so. - Really?

- What are you looking for? - Semtex.

You wanted two kilos, right?

It's all good. Let's go over.

What's your problem, man?

Don't be a pain in the ass. We're staying here.

I smell a rat. Let's go.

I say we stay here.

Sit there and stay cool, okay?

And I say we go over there now.

Okay, it's fine. I'll call my mate.

- Yes? - It's okay.

Bring the money.

Okay, we'll be there in 30 seconds. Keep them busy.

- Who are you calling? - Another mate.

Are you screwing us, asshole?

We're bound to bring protection.

- That's only normal. - Where's the money?

Where's the money?

- Give him the money. - Do you want to screw us?

- Fuck. - Give it to me.

It's all there, no worries.

No problem. No problem, guys.

Police. On the ground! On the ground.

- Hands up! On the ground! - Hands on the ground!

Weapon on the ground, now!

- Lie down! - Down!

Are the undercovers safe?

The undercovers are safe.

How the fuck did that happen?

They had an argument. One stabbed the other,

then cut his foot off.

Why the hell were they chained up?

- To stop them running away, of course. - And why would they even want to run away?

I've told you a hundred times, shithead.

If you paid them, and didn't feed them filthy sausages,

nobody would run away.

Jesus, Ferry.

They're just a couple of Chinese.

What if the cops find them?

- The lab has been moved. - He can still identify you!

I don't think so.

We all look the same to the Chinese.

Did they take anything with them?

No.

How long until the job's done?

- One day. - Two days.

Two days at most.

Get started then.

And for fuck's sake, find that Chinese guy.

- Really, Ferry? He'll be long gone. - Am I stuttering or what?

Okay. So how do we find him?

He's a Chinese with a chain round his ankle!

How hard can it be?

They're unbelievable, those two.

What?

You're right, of course.

You wouldn't think so,

but Ferry Bouman is the biggest ecstasy producer we have here.

Don't underestimate him. The man is deadly.

We've been watching him for a while now.

He's a man with two faces.

During the week, he's at his villa.

Where he can't be reached. It's a fortress.

He spends his weekends at his chalet on the camp site.

Close to his house.

Everyone knows him there.

No one looks askance at him.

His friends are there.

He feels at home there.

And that's where we'll get him.

We've rented a caravan. You'll be there with a woman.

A book or two, a barbecue...

But, above all else, get cozy with Ferry and his wife.

And do I say I'm a buyer...

- No. - Or a supplier?

We don't want you competing. It's too dangerous.

Keep out of his business. You are just someone

on the camp site with a little haulage business.

Who'd do something on the side.

Exactly.

Who's going to be working with me?

Someone new. Kim De Rooij.

- Pretty? - Yeah, I think she's your type.

Here she is.

John Zwart lives here, behind Bouman's chalet.

He was married to Ferry's sister. She died of cancer.

Murder, extortion, manslaughter... It's all on his rap sheet.

Jurgen Van Kamp, John's son-in-law.

Lives across from Bouman.

A wannabe kick-boxer with aggression issues.

It took five local cops to arrest him once.

But he did need a new set of teeth afterwards.

Remco Engels, he's the cleverest of the bunch.

Studied chemistry for two years.

Thrown out of university when they found him cooking MDMA in the labs.

And then there's Dennis De Vries. No criminal record.

We think that he and Remco run the labs.

These are the four Bouman deals with when he's talking business.

And where are we?

Here.

Next to Bouman's chalet.

- Far too close. - It was the only spot free nearby.

Exciting.

Kim?

- Who are you? - Anouk.

Anouk is a stewardess.

A hostess on private jets.

She was shagging all the pilots, until she met you.

A woman of the world, so to speak.

Hang on, it's a camp site.

But she's still pretty ordinary. Not to be too conspicuous.

Maybe I should go blond.

And you?

Are you going to change something, or do I have to make do?

Does she really have to be Dutch?

Bouman is Dutch.

A mixed couple will work better.

Those women are bloody mad.

Here's the owner's number.

It's got hot water, a double bed, and a hair dryer.

Bring your own sheets.

Find a way of getting along together.

You'll be spending months in a confined space.

Hey, one thing... At the camp site you'd better listen to me.

What?

No, seriously.

If those guys hate anything, it's a man who can't control his woman.

So no games, okay?

Of course not.

We need a few photos.

We work our asses off for that guy.

What do we get for it? Fucking nothing.

Yes, here is good.

Hey, are you coming or what?

Is there blood on the chain?

- Here - Yes.

- It's okay. - Good, isn't it?

You can take that off. Hey, wait.

- Are you sure it was that leg? - I think so.