[wind rushing]
[gentle, heartfelt country song playing]
♪ Jessie went out for cigarettes ♪
♪ She said it's just a little comfort For our troubled minds ♪
You have to let me go now, Ferry.
Give it up, it's enough.
Or I'll haunt you.
[coughs, sobs]
Promise?
[hoarsely] Promise.
[sobbing, stifled whimpering]
I love you.
Fucking furball.
[choked, sobbing laughter]
You shithead.
[Claudia] Pissant.
[Ferry sobbing]
[kisses gently]
[doctor] We've increased the pain medication.
These are her final hours.
[breathes shakily]
[thunder rumbling]
Will you do something, John?
Can you keep an eye on Fer?
Okay?
Thank you, love.
Thank you for it all.
With you,
it was all so worth it.
All of it.
[rain falling gently]
[clock ticking steadily]
[final tick echoes]
[distant birdsong]
FERRY: THE SERIES
[pounding EDM playing]
Fuck! Fuck!
- Hey! Yeah, baby! - Fuck!
Fuck! Fuckity-fuck!
Fuck 'em all! Fuck 'em all!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all!
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em high. Fuck 'em low.
- Fuck 'em everywhere you go. - Yeah! It's how we roll, yeah!
How we roll, yeah! How we roll!
- Fuck. Huh? - Good shit, though, right?
- Good shit! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
How much you want?
Ten.
Wow, Speedy Gonzalez, yeah.
How much?
- Hundred. - Huh?
Hundred.
Here.
They're out to get me, Jurgen.
Nobody does a thing.
After all I did for that fat dickhead. My god.
- No respect, brother. No respect. Nada. - No respect.
- All true. All true, right? - Nada. Nada.
Not gonna sit here waiting for those assholes to get me.
- No fucking way. Not gonna let 'em do it. - No way, man.
Attack is the best defense. [exclaims]
You're right, it's over. I'm gonna get him.
♪ Fat dickhead must die Fat dickhead must die ♪
- No, no, not Ferry, Arie. - What?
Yeah sure, him too, him too.
Pull a surprise attack, dude.
Bam, bam, bam. Like that, man.
Just like Tupac. Easy, simple.
Hey, what you got?
- Cool, huh? - Let me see it.
Hey, you crazy? That's my gun.
I'll connect you with my fixer, brother.
Pietje PafPaf.
Tell him the Perp from Antwerp sent you over.
[EDM continuing]
["Korkore Zav Ande Kalyi Ratyi" by Rományi Rotáplaying faintly]
[folksy Romani song playing]
[driver] Looking for Marcosmetics. Is it here?
Yes, Marcosmetics, yes.
Sassafras oil. Right?
[phone beeping]
[Lars] This is Lars. I'm not here. Leave a message.
- [line beeps] - Asshole.
[grunts]
[phone ringing]
- Yo? - [Marco] Hey, Fer.
Guess what just got delivered?
Yeah, I don't have to guess.
But we're on the phone, dumbass, so we don't talk about it.
- Oh. - You'll have to break that habit.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure. Sorry. - Yeah.
I'll be over in an hour.
- Yeah. Ferry, I... See you soon. - Yo.
So, yo.
[Ferry] What are you making?
- Uh, lasagna. - Ha! It's a little early.
Is it 'cause you're pregnant?
No, it's just for work.
[chuckles]
Where you going?
To see Marco.
Oh. Why's that?
[sighs] You know that shampoo thing we talked about?
Uh, yeah?
He wants to be in on it now. He wants to help us out, so...
Hey, but didn't you have another solution?
Yeah, it was tentative.
Now we have a great new deal, so we need more to get It done.
- He brought it up, all right? - No, no, hold on. Does Sabien know?
No, of course not.
She doesn't need to know.
- What do you mean? - I dunno. He doesn't want her to know.
I don't wanna get involved in it. And neither should you.
Hey, but I don't wanna have to lie to my friend.
So then don't lie to her. But don't tell her everything.
Uh, no, sorry it's... No, no, no, Fer, it's not a good idea.
It's perfectly legal, so it's a really good idea.
But we had an agreement that we wouldn't be working with friends.
Listen, this shampoo... That is their dream.
And with the money he makes off this, he can finance it.
And at the same time he's helping us.
You work with your friends.
- Yeah, well... - Yeah.
- [chuckles] - Oh, Fer, will you be seeing Lars today?
I think so.
Can you ask him to come over? He still has all his laundry over here.
Yeah, I'll do it, sure. See you this evening, okay, sweetie?
All right.
[door closes]
Over here is gonna be the bottling machine.
It's supposed to get delivered next week sometime.
Then we can get started.
Over here we have a few of our, uh, bottle samples.
Uh, like this one. Not bad, eh? It's Sabien's favorite.
She's so happy, buddy.
Yeah, Sabien's happy, you're happy, and I'm happy.
Yeah.
Yeah, but where are the supplies you use to make the shampoo?
Huh?
- Hmm? - Oh, yeah.
They brought it. Right here.
Oh! [Ferry chuckles]
Look at that. Good work, man.
[Marco] Mmm.
Ferry, it'd be good if you could leave just some of the stuff here.
[Ferry] Mm-hmm.
You never know. They could check, you know?
Yeah, it'll be just fine. All right?
Okay, friend, this is for you.
- No turning back now, eh? - Uh-uh.
- Now it's real. - [laughs] Yeah, yeah, now it's real.
Simple, isn't it?
[low, suspenseful music playing]
[music intensifies]
[doorbell ringing]
[woman] Hello?
Hello.
- Uh, can I help you? - Uh, yeah, sorry to trouble you.
Uh, but... I was at the protest march Monday night,
and I made a... a lasagna for your family.
I mean, I know you have a lot on your mind right now, and...
Well, I thought maybe I might... Uh, yeah, I might help out a little.
- [chuckles] That's kind of you, thank you. - Of course.
Yeah, everyone likes lasagna, don't they?
What do we say to Mrs., uh...
- [haltingly] Sabien. - Sabien?
- [Yazmine] Thank you. - No, not at all.
Uh, would you come in for a cup of tea?
No, no, no, don't worry.
I was just passing through and I wanted to just... Uh yeah.
You know. How's she doing? Has she been in a lot of pain?
Yeah, there's pain medicine, but they don't always work...
Her sleep isn't so good, is it?
And... And the injuries, are they going to heal,
or... will they be permanent?
Hey, honey,
can you go open the door?
[Yazmine] Yeah.
Here you go.
- So long. - Bye.
We have to wait for her to heal, but... It's likely she will.
I have to take her to the burn center in Brussels every week.
No idea just how long I can keep up with it...
My work and all.
And... And her father, is he able to help?
No, but we'll be all right.
We'll just keep on going.
- Thank you. - Yeah, it's nothing.
And, uh, now you stay strong.
Yeah. Thank you.
Take care.
[Remco] I've been calculating.
[pigs oinking]
The extra step adds 20 hours per batch.
And we're behind already, minus one worker.
[Dennis] Ferry, with two guys, we're not gonna make it.
We need more workers.
[Ferry sighs]
- What did Arie have? Six or seven? - Six, seven.
Yeah. I'll see what I can do.
- Heard from Lars today? - No.
- Nothing? - No.
[door opening squeakily]
[door closes]
[footsteps approaching]
[tense music playing]
[phone ringing]
[phone stops ringing]
[music intensifies]
[Lars breathing raggedly]
[music halts abruptly]
[rapid knocking at door]
[weary grunt]
[forceful knocking]
Pietje PafPaf?
I'm Lars. Want a drink?
Nah.
- So, how do you know Van Kamp? - Uh, the nightclubs.
You tell that Bozo he'd better stop calling me PafPaf, all right?
Got the cash?
Can I take a look?
[tense, ominous music playing]
- Hey, Fer. - Hey.
- I was gonna call you. - [chuckles]
Cleaning up the place?
'Bout time.
- Yeah. Good to see you. Drink? - Nah, too busy right now.
What?
Don't you know what today is?
Uh... Um... Tuesday?
Clau? Two years.
Oh Jesus, sorry.
Ah, yeah.
I've been processing it, but, you know, in my own way.
[John] Hmm.
Why are you here?
Need some workers in the lab.
Assistants. They don't need to do a lot. Just listen, do what we tell 'em.
Be on time is all.
Thinking about some guys at the camp.
Wesley?
I can't help you. Deal with it yourself.
Hey, my hands are full here. Can't you just ask around?
My involvement was one time only.
If it's too much, you should put a stop to it.
It's simple as that.
Simple. What about all the cash we could make off this?
Yeah. And that's what it's about, right?
Hey. I'm just trying to do the best I can here.
And life goes on, right?
It might be good for you to get out and see more people, too.
You're throwing your life away here, John.
And what would Claudia say? She wouldn't like any of this.
Don't put Claudia in the mix just to get your way.
You'll be fine, Fer.
Without me.
Good luck, man. Come here.
- You'll be all right? - Yeah.
Shithead.
[heavy footsteps approaching]
[door opens]
- [Fer] Hey. - Hey.
You're home early.
Yeah. It was quiet today, so I just decided to go.
Any lasagna left?
What? No.
Why not?
Did you eat it all yourself?
Did you know that it's been two years since we lost Clau?
Oh shit.
- Should we ask John to come over? - He didn't want to.
Oh, okay.
You all right?
- Yeah. - You sure?
Nothing wrong with the little one?
No, I'm just wondering if there's anything we can do for that kid.
What kid?
The kid who got hurt.
It's crazy that we're just acting as if nothing happened.
Her mother is having a hard time, okay?
She's barely getting by, and she can't keep taking time away from work.
How do you know all that?
[haltingly] Well I... Uh... Yeah, I spoke with her for just a minute.
Goddamn it, Daan.
I just feel really bad for that family.
Think what would happen if someone finds out we're involved.
You need to stay away from them.
Really? And what if I don't want to? Huh?
You do what you want with Marco and the shampoo, don't you?
But this is for your own safety.
- Oh yeah, for yours or for mine? - Mine is yours.
[sighs]
I'll give the wife a little cash.
- Really, Fer? - What do you mean, really?
You said yourself the woman was having a lot of difficulties.
But you can't see her anymore, do you hear me?
It's too dangerous.
Promise?
- Daan? - Yeah.
I'll give you an envelope to drop off.
[suspenseful music playing]
[faint clattering]
STYLETTO - SASSAFRAS OIL
[suspenseful music continuing]
[suspenseful music intensifying]
SASSAFRAS OIL
[line ringing]
[woman] Hey, Dad.
Hey, Son.
Is it a good time?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm just with my girlfriends.
I... I, uh, didn't want to be alone today.
Yeah, I'm not surprised.
What time is it there, by the way?
It's still five hours earlier.
Yeah.
[Son chuckles]
So, how've you been?
You know, okay.
Couldn't help thinking of Mom, though.
Mm-hmm.
How about you?
I was gonna call, but...
No, that's all right.
Everything's okay.
I've been cleaning up some.
Yeah? Good for you.
[chuckles] Yeah.
- [John] Is the weather good there? - Yeah. Very nice.
- Can't be a coincidence, right? - [John] No. Definitely not.
[Son] Oh, sorry, just a minute.
I'll be right there.
[low, melancholy music playing]
[Son] Sorry, I'm back.
Having a good time?
I can, uh... I can get off and let you go now.
No, don't worry.
You're not interrupting anything.
Were you saying something?
No.
Not really.
I, uh...
I was thinking today.
Yeah?
I've always thought of you as my own daughter, Son.
I've been wanting to say it.
I already knew that.
[forlorn music playing]
[Son] I always knew.
Is everything okay?
[John] Yeah, sure.
Just wanted you to know.
Honey, go back to your friends.
[Son] Hey, Dad. I love you, you know.
[John] Yeah. That's good, love.
Good.
- [Son] Bye-bye. - Bye.
[snorting]
[exhales heavily]
[exhales] Fuck 'em all.
Fuck 'em.
Fuck, fuck, fuck 'em, fuck, fuck 'em.
[menacing music playing]
[vehicle rumbling]
[tense, foreboding music playing]
I know how Bouman gets his pills made.
A hairdresser who gets sassafras oil.
Marco Grootaers.
Styletto. Seriously?
Shampoo as camouflage.
It's a good plan.
[ragged breathing]
[menacing music swells]
Fuck! Fuck!
Oh, fuck.
[frenetic music playing]
Shit.
- Are you hit? - Get him!
[frenetic music pulsing]
[engine splutters, turns over]
Oh fuck. Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[gunshot]
[rapid pounding at door]
Ferry, open up! [Lars frantically pounding door]
Ferry? Daan?
Ferry, open the door!
Fer?
Ferry?
[Ferry] Take it easy, kid.
- What is it? - Sorry, I did a stupid thing.
- Sorry! [whimpers] - What?
- Oh man, I shot Arie. - What?
I just lost it. That Dozer, he follows me everywhere,
and I went to Arie's house and...
[distressing music playing]
I saw him and I just aimed the gun. Fuckin' hell.
- Is he dead? - Oh, fuck.
- Lars! Is he dead? - No...
- No. Uh, I think they followed me, though. - Lars.
- What is going on? - Oh fuck.
[distressing music continues]
- We better go. - No, but Lars can't...
- Sorry, sorry. I'm a fucking idiot. - Lars is coming too.
- What is going on? - I'll explain later, but we need to go.
- Now. Come on! We have to go! - What the hell is happening?
- Fuck! - [Danielle] Shit!
Fuck!
[tense, unnerving music playing]
- Babe, come on, we have to hurry. - I'm coming.
- Oh fuck, Shakira! - She's in her doggie bed.
[distant clattering]
Lars?
[tense, unnerving music continuing]
[music subsides]
[line ringing]
Lars, what happened?
[Ferry] Oh, come on, pick up!
Say something! Otherwise I can't help you.
What is going on?
Dennis, where are you?
Where do you think?
Here making your product. What about all the extra workers?
Not right now.
[sighs] Lars shot up Arie Tack's house.
- No. No! - [Dennis] What the fuck?
- Yeah. Nobody's dead. - No!
- Fuck! - [Danielle] No!
- What did you do? - What? What?
He's gonna be looking for payback.
Oh, no, no. God damn it!
Don't go to the campsite. Stay there. He doesn't know where you are, okay?
[Dennis] Okay, all right. How's Lars doing?
Take care of yourself.
Yeah. You too, okay?
Yeah.
Jesus, what the fuck is happening?
I made a mess, oh my God.
- You shot a guy? - Things got a bit out of hand, is all.
Things got out of hand?
Where did you get a weapon?
- Did you give him a gun? Lars! Look at me! - No, of course not!
Lars!
- Are you listening? - Hey, just take it easy!
I can't take it easy now, shit!
[Danielle sobs]
Goddamn it, what in the hell possessed you, Lars?
They attacked me first, okay?
- Did you know about this? - We'll discuss it all later.
- I'll make it all good. - How will you make it good?
- How about you just shut your mouth! - So is he dead?
Oh my God. Oh, Lars, what've you done?
What have you done? What have you done?
- Oh, I can't believe this. - You're a fucking idiot!
[heartfelt country song playing faintly]
♪ Jessie went out for cigarettes ♪
♪ She said it's just a little comfort For our troubled minds ♪
[song continuing faintly]
- [knocking at door] - [Ferry] John?
Open the door.
I know you're awake. I can see the light. Let me in.
John!
Fuck, did you have the shits or what?
Yeah?
Lars shot Tack at his fucking house.
He was high on speed.
Didn't kill him.
Tack doesn't know you, so it's safer here.
- Uh, yeah, so? - So?
[chuckles in disbelief]
I don't know anybody. There's nobody else I can trust, so...
John?
I need you.
Yeah, bring 'em in.
[Ferry whistles]
[Shakira panting]
[Ferry] Come on.
Sorry, okay, that you have to put up with this.
None of this was part of the plan. But you have to be with your brother now.
He needs you.
Why weren't you around to try to stop him, Fer?
It's been hard for Lars for a while, and...
I should've said something about it earlier,
but... I didn't want you to be upset.
- You and the baby. - Just answer my question, Fer.
[Danielle splutters]
Tell me what happened. - Yeah, listen, okay?
Another big dealer had a deal with a biker club,
and I took the deal over because they couldn't deliver.
So they're trying to get back at us now.
And then Lars, uh... Somehow he got caught in the middle of all that.
I know, but how?
I guess I didn't protect him enough. Sorry, but it ends right here.
- I'll fix it. - How will you fix it?
- Daan... - I mean it.
Fer, don't be so vague about it.
Shit, look at us now. What the hell are we doing?
Is this how we live now?
'Cause I just don't think this is worth it any more.
No, this is not how we're gonna live now.
So I might've misjudged some things, and I know how to make it right, okay?
I know how to fix it without violence, I promise.
And I promise the little one, too.
I mean it. Just trust me.
She believes me, doesn't she?
Yeah. Come on.
Hey, John. Can Shakira come in?
Yeah.
I better go. John?
[Danielle] Fer?
You have a gun here?
Yeah, I have one.
You shouldn't need one, but, you know, for safety.
What'll you do?
[Ferry exhales]
I can't let this spiral any further out of control, huh?
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[John] Coffee?
- Glass of champagne? - [Danielle] Mm-mmm.
- What the fuck, Ferry? - Yeah, yeah. I know.
It shouldn't have happened.
But I want you and Arie to know I had nothing to do with this.
It happened behind my back.
He was in his yard and he shot at the guy. I can't protect you from Arie now.
Well, you're gonna have to.
He'll want a sacrifice.
He's my family, I can't offer that.
No? Then I can't do shit for you.
How 'bout I give him some money?
All I ask is that you pass that along.
No one will benefit from a fight.
Not Arie, not us, and certainly not you.
[Ricardo] Don't you go worrying about us.
Can he deliver now?
No. He can't.
And I will.
Arie started all this himself.
I want to forget all that, leave it all behind us.
I wanna pay, and I will pay.
But I need Tack to back off first.
I can't guarantee it, but I'll see what I can do.
You know Arie won't let that pass.
[Mick] We'll just have to make sure that he does.
[car engine turning over]
[car pulling away]
Why are we sticking with Bouman?
I know he can deliver.
He doesn't have his guys under control at all.
Arie delivered for years, man, gave us whatever we wanted.
Couple of more weeks, he's up and running.
And that's the real problem.
Arie Tack has squeezed us for years, and he's getting far too strong.
So you betrayed him to the police?
Don't you forget who you're talking to.
[tense, foreboding music playing]
Just see that Tack lets Bouman keep cooking for us.
[music intensifies]
[music trails off]
I can't believe you didn't say anything.
We don't keep secrets from each other.
I didn't dare.
I was so ashamed.
Ashamed? It's me, Lars. Come on.
I wanted to do good for you.
I wanted you to be proud.
You've done so much for me.
Oh, I am proud of what you've become.
I will always be proud of you. You're my little brother.
Proud of what?
Look at me now.
A fuck-up.
Fucking loser.
- Hey, no you're not. - I'm dragging you down with me, aren't I?
You're not, Lars.
Some days I think we have a curse on us.
That we're not meant for good things.
Hey, please don't say that.
Hey, so long as we have our family, we're blessed. Hear me?
Blessed.
I'm there for you. Always. For you, all right? Always.
[tearfully] Always, Lars.
- Sorry... - No, no...
[poignant, emotional music playing]
[both sobbing quietly]
[poignant music continuing]
[soft clattering]
[Ferry] Ah, so...
There.
[Ferry clears throat]
I found batteries in the drawer,
so now I got it working.
How 'bout a coffee?
[John] No, I'll get it myself.
- How did it go? - [phone ringing]
Mick. Hello.
[Mick] Tack is willing to talk.
Yeah... Can we trust him?
It's absolutely safe.
You have my word. I'll send you the address, okay?
Okay.
And?
He coming?
Yeah.
And let's hope this mess is over soon.
We don't need to worry.
- It's all good. - Yeah.
[Mick grunts]
[Ricardo] You fucking rat.
You listen to me.
[Mick] No!
The difference between us is I tell my men what I'm doing before it goes down.
[tense, distressing music playing]
[Mick groaning]
It's what you get when you talk to police.
Now let's take care of business.
[tense, distressing music continuing]
[phone beeps]
I got the address. Going there now.
Uh, listen...
If things go bad, put Lars in hiding somewhere, all right?
Ideally somewhere abroad.
- Can you arrange it? - Yeah.
Okay.
[John] Fer?
I'll come with.
No need.
With all due respect, it's a total mess now.
You got no backup.
And the clowns in your crew are way out of control.
It's completely fucked up.
So, I'm coming with.
[rollicking country-western song playing]
♪ On the highway 17 is Where I jumped out of your car ♪
♪ Yet you don't know where you are But you sure know where you're at ♪
♪ I stumbled through a field of mud And through the darkest green ♪
[singing indistinctly]
♪ Sharper than my Swiss knife 'Cause we're meant to be ♪
[song trails off]