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[static]
- [whimsical bright music] - [wind blowing]
- [tense music] - [bell rings]
[mooing]
[whooshing]
[bright tone]
- [whimsical music] - [female voice] VTM.
[intriguing music]
["Virtual Zone" by Virtual Zone]
[whirring]
[air hissing]
[Noah] Fuck!
[music stops]
[engine starting]
["Virtual Zone" by Virtual Zone resumes]
[engine revving]
[female announcer on radio in Flemish] Starglass, cracks bring good luck.
[male announcer] Windscreen crack? Starglass at the ready.
Smaller than a two euro coin? We'll fix it now.
Replacement takes longer and costs double.
Don't delay, book your appointment at starglass.be.
[female announcer] Starglass, cracks bring good luck.
[male announcer] Radio Turbo! 103.4 FM.
[man 1 on radio] The Radio Turbo sticker.
YO CUZ!
Send an email to DJ Barrie at radioturbo.be
and within several days there'll be
WE DOING THIS? #DALTONS4LIFE
- in your mailbox. - [radio station switching]
[man 2 on radio] Antwerp Boxing Night 7!
Yilmaz The Killer is going into battle with the Flemish Lion, Dewinter!
[in English] This night only, at the Sportpaleis.
Let's get ready to rumble!
["Drop It" by Scoop playing]
[sighs]
[clattering]
[sighs, clicks tongue]
[horn honks]
[phone buzzing, ringing]
- [in Flemish] Hey, baby. - [Lea] Where are you? It's 8:30 p.m.
Only 8:25 p.m., babe.
[Lea] My first customer's at 9 p.m.
- I told you-- [in French] Mom? - [Lea's mom] Yeah?
[Lea] Can you do her toast? Not many.
- [Lea's mom] Why? - [Lea] It's fattening!
- [in Flemish] Did you hear me? - [kids chattering]
I got this.
- [Lea] Where were you last night? -Youssef's.
- [trash collector exclaims] - [Lea] Fat or thin Youssef?
- Fat. - [Lea shows disgust]
- [Noah] Had a game with the boys. -[Lea] A game?
- Yeah, poker. I won though. - [Lea] Congratulations.
You couldn't call to say goodnight to your little girl?
Baby, move in with me.
- [Lea laughs] -[Noah] I'll tuck Zita in every night.
[Lea] Among the dealers and junkies? Sure, Mom would love that!
[in French] I want something nicer, Noah.
- [in Flemish] Nicer house or a nicer guy? -[Lea] Can I choose?
I know you, Lea. Only a big villa in Brasschaat will do.
- [Lea] Or Hoven, or Schilde - [tires screech]
[Lea] Just a little house somewhere in a green area.
- [beep] - [in French] So, almost here?
[honking]
[in Flemish] Daddy!
[Noah] Hey, hey come here, you!
Come here, you! [grunts]
No bag of books today, princess?
[Zita] I'm not a princess. I'm a mermaid!
- Zita's going swimming. Right, darling? -Yes!
- [Noah] Is she qualified? -[Lea] With her floaties she is, bunny.
[Noah exclaims in agreement]
[Lea's mom exclaiming, in French] Come on, Hazard, what's that? Huh?
What is it, Hazard, scared other women will know you've got a kid?
- No, it's bad for-- -No, Mom,
child seats damage the leather, that's all.
- The leather. -What leather? I'd call that plastic.
[laughs] I met Mamadou's son.
- He's so gorgeous. - [Lea] No, Mom
If I was your age What are you waiting for, eh?
[in Flemish] Zita, say bye to Gran!
[in French] If I was your age, I'd be off. I'd have left already.
[mockingly] His job gave him a car
- [in English] Sorry. -[Lea's mom in French] This is for you!
Alright, let me just--
I'll do that.
- Say so, then! - Bye, Mom.
- You'll call me, right? - [Lea] Yes.
- Bye, Mom. - [chuckles ironically]
- [in Flemish] We're late. - No, baby.
- Daddy's the best chauffeur in town. -[engine starts]
- [in English] Driver. - Driver.
["Vuurwerk" by Camille playing]
- [Lea scoffs] - [Zita and Lea laughing]
[in Flemish] ♪ Fireworks! ♪
♪ Fireworks!
[singer on radio] ♪ Fireworks Fireworks all around me ♪
What's that?
Show me your tongue.
- Give it here. - No.
- Gran gave it to me. - [Lea] Here.
♪ As if my heart's on fire A life full of fire ♪
- You know the rules. -No eating or drinking in the car, I know.
Your mom really has it in for me.
♪ diamond My heart says o-o-oh ♪
[music stops]
What's up?
- Here. - [Zita] For me?
- Buy a new lolly. -Zita gets enough sweets at home.
- Thanks. - Oops
- [Zita] Mm. -Enjoy swimming. Watch out for the sharks!
- [grunting] - [laughing]
- Bye. - Up we get!
[phone notification]
WHERE ARE YOU?
[Noah sighs] Whatever.
[whirring]
- [sighs] - Hazard?
Miss Annie.
Carlos, no?
No, Carlos is my cousin. I be Noah, remember?
- "I am Noah". - I am Noah.
Noah, right.
- Noah and Carlos. The Daltons. - Yeah.
But really You two were trouble, you know?
You always managed to irritate me.
[laughs]
- [sighs] - Anyway
- Look like things turned out okay for you? - [school bell rings]
Hi, Miss Annie!
Alright, Miss Annie. Nice catching up.
[Lea] I have a late client tonight. Can you pick Zita up from school?
- [Noah] What time? -3:30 p.m. Like always, except Wednesdays.
[Noah] Right. No problem.
Shall I come and get you too?
[Lea] No, it'll be late. I'll get an Uber.
That would suit you.
- [Noah] What? - Uber driver.
- [Noah] Come on, Lea. - What?
You're in your car all day, you know when every light goes green.
[Noah] I've got a job.
[Lea] Really? You have a job? Can I tell Mom? [laughs]
[Noah] Not a "job" job. A thing.
[Lea] A "thing"? Okay. Through?
- [Noah] Mm? - Through who?
[Noah] Carlos.
- So Carlos is out again? - Yeah.
["Daar Gaat Ze" by Jan Savenberg playing]
- [Lea] And you didn't say? - I'm saying now.
- [Lea] And this "thing"? - Just a little spin.
[Lea] Where to?
- [Noah] He didn't say. - Noah!
[Noah sighs] I got this.
- [Lea] Like last time, eh? - Babe.
I got this.
♪ That was her ex Now it's her boyfriend again ♪
- [music stops] - [engine running]
Mm. Nice hoops.
[in English] The bigger the hoops, the bigger the hoe.
- [in Flemish] Just a little spin. -Just a little spin.
[muted]
[grunting softly] Okay.
- Don't forget. Zita, 3:30 p.m. - Got it, boss.
- [horn honking] - [in French] Go fuck yourself!
- Asshole! - [man shouting]
- [in English] Love you, baby. - Love you.
[door closes]
[Noah in Flemish] And now
[Carlos] Yo, bro, where you at? We're gonna be late!
Yo, Carlos, be right there, buddy. Wait for me outside.
[engine revs]
["Sandstorm" by Darude playing]
- [people singing] - [sighs]
- [honking] - [yelling]
[people continue singing]
[ominous tone]
[engine revving]
[honking]
Morons!
What are you doing, moron?
[line ringing]
[Georgios in Greek] What do you want, jerk-off?
I wanna lay a bet on tonight's big fight at the Sportpaleis.
- Do I care? Use Unibet! - A grand.
On Yilmaz to go down in round four.
[line disconnects]
Hello? Hello?
- [line ringing] - [Georgios] What?
Sorry. Must've been the tunnel.
Wasn't the fucking tunnel. I hung up on you.
- Why? -I don't have time for your shit.
One thousand? [laughs] Fuck you.
Come on. The odds are ten to one.
Exactly. Odds are you'll lose.
And odds are you don't even have the money.
[sighs] I'm good for it.
One K on Yilmaz to go down in the fourth.
All right. It's your funeral.
["Sandstorm" by Darude resumes playing]
- [horn honks] - [music fades out]
[window whirring]
[in Flemish] Mom?
All good?
I'm 97 and I've got bowel cancer. You figure it out!
You know what the doctor said.
- You'll make 150! - [scoffs]
Anyway is Carlos around?
["Sandstorm" by Darude continues playing]
Carlito! Your limousine is here.
He's here, there he is!
- [Carlos laughing] - Carlos!
Thanks for the bed, Mom.
Don't let the door hit you.
- Did you get your car wrapped? - Dipped.
Why?
Not a fan?
It's alright.
[grunts softly]
- So? - What?
- What?
What? Come on, what?
- What? -What are you gonna do? Come here!
- No, no - Come on.
[Noah] Watch the hair. Watch the hair, man!
What's wrong with you, dude?
[grunts softly]
- What? - What's that?
What?
Don't fuck with me, bro.
Welcome home, bro.
That's right!
Big blunt, nice. [sniffles]
["Sandstorm" by Darude continues playing]
Can we turn that shit off?
- ["Poor People" by R.A. the Rugged Man] -[singer in English] ♪ Proud to be poor
♪ Proud to be what? Proud to be who? ♪
♪ Poor people, poor people
♪ Proud to be poor
♪ Proud to be what? Proud to be who? ♪
♪ Poor people, poor people
♪ Poor, poor, poor people.
♪ Y'all don't want this Rugged Man take no shit ♪
♪ Notice you fake Y'all just go ♪
[in Flemish] I'm good.
[in English] ♪ We do this for poor people Cats that are homeless ♪
[in Flemish] Again, I'm sorry I didn't visit.
- You've got a family. - Yeah, but still.
Did you manage to keep busy in jail?
Smoking dope, weightlifting,
snorting speed, jerking-off and dropping bars.
- Bars? - Wanna hear?
- Sure. - You won't believe your ears.
The illest shit you've ever heard.
Just you wait.
[plopping sound]
- Does this shit car have a USB? - There.
- Where the fuck? - Right there!
Right.
Okay.
EVERYTHING IS_WIFI
- [music playing] -[scatting] Uh-hum. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Mm.
[in English] ♪ Don Carlito in the house ♪
♪ Don Carlito in the house ♪
Yeah. [scatting]
[in Flemish] ♪ I fuck your mom I fuck your dad ♪
♪ I fuck your bro I fuck your sister ♪
♪ I fuck your cousin I fuck your nephew ♪
♪ I'll fuck anyone who wants to fuck me ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm a fuck machine
♪ I don't give a shit Cept bout that dough ♪
♪ I be back in the club fucking your hoe ♪
♪ I'm a T-Rex You're a fucking pony ♪
♪ I'm from the hood The streets fucked me up ♪
♪ You know my school the one of hard knocks ♪
[in English] ♪ I cry every night for my brothers lost ♪
[in Flemish] ♪ Listen up
♪ My dick smells of flowers Yours of sweat ♪
♪ I'm a clean condom You're a dirty tampon ♪
- ♪ A tampon full of jizz - [sighs]
♪ A tampon full of jizz
[imitating gunshots]
So? It's lit, right?
Yeah, kinda special.
But "I fuck your cousin"?
When I dropped that banger on my boys inside,
no one could even speak.
Connectedness. That's what it's all about.
Connectivity. Wi-Fi, get it? Wi-Fi.
[in English] "Everything Is Wi-Fi."
Sure. Wi-Fi.
[in Flemish] "Special"? [scoffs]
So what's the deal, bro?
Because I have to pick up Zita at 3:30 p.m.
- First, we pick up Kludde. - Kludde?
- Kludde's got the code. - What code?
Kludde's got the code to our cash.
[sing-songy] Kludde's got the code to our cash.
You deaf, bro?
[sighs]
So where's this Kludde character at?
[prisoners banging, shouting]
[alarm blaring]
- For real? - He's a good guy. You'll see.
- We were in jail together. - [sighs]
He's here, there he is! The Killer of Kiel!
The Scheldt Scarer! The Don of Den Dam!
[in German] Free once more.
[in Flemish] A good dude.
Jack Dalton
This is my cousin, Noah.
Our wheelman for today?
- [in English] Driver. - Driver.
- [in Flemish] Nice wheels, right? -[grunts softly]
- Sure, for a soapbox race. - A soapbox race.
That's funny.
- All good? - [grunts softly]
[sighs]
[Kludde] Well, friend?
What you lookin' at?
This thing here?
- Know who else had one of these? - No.
- [Kludde] Hitler. - Hitler?
You don't know who Hitler is?
[Carlos] Sure I do!
You know about Hitler but not his moustache?
Guess I missed it.
- [scoffs] - Guys, are we off?
[Kludde] First, hit the Ring.
Exit at Kleine Bareel.
[in English] Driver.
- [engine starts] - [in Flemish] Perfect.
[engine revving]
[grunts softly]
[Kludde] Hey, driver, put on some tunes.
[bubbly song plays]
[man on radio] A wolf escaped from Antwerp Zoo overnight.
Pet owners should keep them inside
It's the Eight O'Clock Dog! Remember?
- No. -Sure you do. The Eight O'Clock Dog!
As kids, Mom would always scare us with the Eight O'Clock Dog.
If we weren't in bed by 8:00 p.m., he'd come get us.
- Noah fell for it. - [grunting softly]
I'd yell "Eight O'Clock Dog," and he'd shit himself!
Well, I was only six.
Six? Sixteen, more like.
Once, he was up in his room, doing homework with his first love.
- Janine. - Janice.
- [Carlos] Janine, bro! - Janice.
Janice, then.
I put my ear to the door. Homework? Right
I put Mom's fur coat on, wait till they're getting busy,
I throw open the door yelling, "The Eight O'Clock Dog!"
Whoosh!
This one shits all over his He-Man duvet!
[Carlos laughing]
Honestly, bro, your face! You should've seen it!
You ever hear from Janice?
No. I don't hear from her.
[Carlos] Pity. She was into me.
[singer in English] ♪ Come on, dance with me ♪
["The Age Of Love" by Age of Love playing]
[singer vocalizing]
[in Flemish] This is it.
[grunts softly]
[Kludde] Eight minutes.
If you see anyone coming, honk three times.
Got it?
I got this.
[doors close]
[announcer] Radio Turbo.
[man on radio] This is Radio Turbo
[chatter on radio continues indistinctly]
[radio news jingle]
[sighs]
[man on radio] Another grenade attack in Deurne.
Police say the case involves Antwerp drugs gang, the Geckos.
Around 8 a.m., multiple reports of an explosion came in
- Fuck. - federal police.
- The target-- -[radio turns off]
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
[sighs]
[man in English] What are we doing today? Everything okay?
[Noah sighs] My
[birds calling]
[female announcer in Flemish] Starglass.
For fuck's sake, Lea!
[rising tense music]
Fuck.
[sighs]
Mm.
[intense tense music]
[Kludde] Drive! Drive! Drive!
[gunshots]
[engine starts]
[revving]
- [tires screeching] - [gunshots continue]
The fuck was that?
[thrilling music playing]
[Carlos] Not too fast! We'll get a ticket!
- [Noah] My car! -[Carlos] We've got enough dough, right?
No stress, bro, enough dough!
Shit!
What's that?
[Carlos] A virus?
- Some sort of dope? - [grunts]
- What would we do with dope? - [Carlos] Sell it, bro!
I still know some dopeheads, no stress.
[Noah] Unbelievable
[Carlos groaning]
[Carlos] Fucking mask.
[Noah] This wasn't the deal.
The deal was you honk three times if anyone was coming!
- [Mega Mindy theme music playing] -[Kludde babbling] Mega Mindy, my ass.
♪ I'm a real superhero combating every criminal on earth ♪
♪ I am Mega Mindy Mega Mindy
You okay, Kludde?
♪ Mega Mindy
Kludde? You alright?
♪ Mega Mindy at the ready
- Kludde? - [Kludde spitting]
♪ My dearest grandma owns a candy store ♪
- [grunts] - ♪ Migrain is my boss' name
[Carlos] Damn Looks like there's something wrong with Kludde.
♪ He is the head officer He thinks he is the best ♪
What's that?
♪ But he is the biggest klutz that I have ever known ♪
- [plopping sound] - [screaming]
- Oh shit! - [Noah] Shit.
- Guys, stop! Hey, give me that iPad. -[child] Mom!
[mom] Give it, Christ! Enough!
Always fighting.
[children continue screaming]
[Kludde gagging]
[child] Let me out! I wanna get out!
What? Want me to headbutt you?
[Noah softly] Keep going. Keep going.
[cars honking]
[Kludde choking]
[Carlos] You'll be okay, Kludde.
- We drop him at the cop shop. - [Noah] With a car full of dope? Sure!
- [Carlos] The hospital then? - [Noah] I got this.
[Kludde gasping]
[Kludde grunting]
[Noah] No stress. No one comes in here.
[Carlos] Okay.
[Kludde groaning]
So what now?
We dump him in there, call an ambulance.
Great plan.
[Kludde groaning]
Didn't this used to be a cinema?
Didn't we watch Toy Story here with Mom?
[grunts] Space Jam. We saw Toy Story on video.
[Carlos] Space Jam, yeah.
Don't tell me
[indistinct conversation]
[ominous music]
[music intensifies]
[announcement on PA] The train to Brussels and Charleroi South
will arrive at track 23.
The train stops at Antwerpen, Gent, Mechelen,
Brussels North, Brussels Central, Brussels South
Eigenbrakel, Nijvel, Luttre, Marchienne-au-Pont and Charleroi South.
[panting]
[officer] Afternoon, gents.
This yours?
- Yes. - No.
It's mine.
[officer] My first car was a Lexus too.
A big black one.
Everything okay?
Yeah hot today, eh?
Thirty-two degrees this weekend.
Listen
You're aware this is private property?
- Is it? - It is, yes.
There used to be a cinema here.
The Antigonus.
Do you know what "Antigonus" means?
A cartoon?
Antigonus was a giant on the River Scheldt.
Sailors who wanted to sail across had to pay a toll.
Otherwise hands chopped off!
Get my drift?
- No. - [officer] No?
River Scheldt.
Sailors.
Antigonus.
And the toll?
Well, for a start, if I could just get my hands on
[deafening sound of train passing]
[inaudible]
right in the rear.
No way, man! No way.
- Dispatch? - [dispatcher] I'm listening.
We have a little problem here.
- I have two interlopers - [Noah] Woah! Wait.
Can we have a minute?
- [Carlos] What? -[Noah] You'll have to do it, man.
No, you are. Dipshit.
"I fuck my dad, I fuck my mom"
Don't take my lyrics out of context!
- Do we have a deal? - [Noah] One minute.
Alright.
I have to pick up Zita from school at 3:30 p.m.
[breathing heavily]
- You're such a dipshit. - You've got this!
For fuck's sake, man. Really.
You owe me. Big time.
Okay!
You guys get me.
I get you.
We understand each other. Right?
Come on.
Get in there.
- In where? - [officer] Ah!
The car, of course.
In the back?
One front, one back.
Get to it! You too. Come on.
We haven't got all day.
Yes, yes, yes.
That's what we like to see.
Yes, close the doors. Close the doors.
Mm Hey.
Put some music on, will you?
- [beep] -["9 PM (Till I Come)" by ATB playing]
[in English] ♪ Till I come
♪ Change it and see
♪ Till I Come
[spits]
[song continues playing]
♪ Till I Come
♪ Change it and see
♪ Till I Come
- [in Flemish] Right in the rear - [officer moaning]
You okay, bro?
[in English] ♪ Till I Come
[officer in Flemish] No peeking.
No peeking!
[in English] ♪ Till I Come
♪ Till I Come
- ♪ Change it and see - [banging]
[officer continues moaning]
[officer panting] Oh, fuck.
[in Flemish] He finished.
- Your windscreen's cracked. - I know.
- You can get it fixed for free. - He knows.
[officer knocks roof]
[Kludde yelling muffled]
- Fuck. - Drive.
[engine starts, revs]
[Carlos] Go, go, go!
Go, go, go.
[announcer on radio] Radio Turbo! Sports news.
[man on radio] Tonight, Yilmaz versus Dewinter.
Hans, what do you predict?
Yilmaz will win this fight, everyone agrees.
So my money's on Yilmaz, but each to their own
[Noah] Fuck!
[Carlos] No stress. Just go to the car wash later.
[line ringing]
- [Georgios in Greek] Hello? - [Noah] Hello, sir.
Already placed your bet. You're out of credit.
No problem, just making sure.
I only fronted you 'cause I know you'll lose.
So I'm two G's up or I get to shatter your kneecaps.
- Got that, shit stain? - [in Flemish] Gambling again?
Yilmaz versus Dewinter. I got a tip-off.
- From who? - Youssef.
- Fat Youssef or thin? - Fat Youssef.
- [chuckles] And the tip? -Yilmaz to go down in the fourth.
What? [laughs] Bro, Yilmaz is a beast.
Won't wank for a month pre-fight to be ready.
No way he'll go down tonight. No way.
- [Lea] Don't forget Zita, 3:30 p.m. -[Noah] Fuck.
- Out you get. - What?
- I thought you were the driver. - [scoffs]
And I thought we were just going for a spin.
- [Carlos] Mm. - Birthmark! No parking!
[Carlos] Yeah, all right, Chernobyl.
- Take it easy. - [in Russian] Go, go!
[Carlos in Flemish] Don't stroke out, okay?
I hope for your sake Yilmaz goes down.
And I mean that.
- [door slams] - [windshield cracking]
Dude!
That was there before.
[sighs]
[Carlos] Is this place open?
[engine revving]
["Transfiguration" by Dave Davis playing]
[honking]
Easy, buddy. We've got to unload first.
[sighs]
- [Lea] Just a little spin? - [Noah] Just a little spin.
- [music stops] - [line ringing]
- [Lea] Hey, bunny. - Hey.
- [Rika in French] Lea. - [Lea] Yes, thanks, Rika!
- [in Flemish] Everything okay? - All fine.
I'm on my way to get Zita.
Okay, so why did you call?
To say I love you.
What did you do?
- Nothing. Why? - [Lea scoffs]
[imitating Noah] "I called to say I love you."
You never call at this time. To say you love me? No way.
So what did you do?
I just wanted to say
- [announcer] Yilmaz fights Flemish Lion-- -[Lea] Yes?
- [Lea fading out] Noah? - Dewinter!
[Lea] Noah?
- [boxing bell rings] - [cheers, applause]
[pensive music]
[punches thrown]
[thud]
[Carlos] Gambling again?
[Noah] Yilmaz versus Dewinter.
I got a tip-off.
[Carlos] And the tip?
[referee in English] One, two, three, four, five
[Noah in Flemish] Yilmaz to go down in the fourth.
[referee in English] seven, eight, nine, ten. You're out!
- [in Flemish] Baby? - [Lea] What?
I wanted to say you can start looking for a house.
- Really? - In a quiet, green area.
- But how come? - I did say I had a job.
- What job? - I'll call you later.
["Café Del Mar" by Energy 52 playing]
[line ringing]
[Georgios in Greek] Getting on my nerves, jerk-off.
My bet from before? Let's make it four.
Four?
Four thousand on Yilmaz going down in the fourth?
You heard me.
- Done. - Thank you.
What for? You're a dead man in a tracksuit.
- [Georgios laughing] - [in Flemish] I got this.
[school bell ringing]
Hey, little girl!
Have you seen Zita?
- Nice try, paedo! - Paedo!
- [thud] - Hey!
Knock it off!
[glass shatters]
- What you gonna do, Wacko Jacko? - [grunts]
[grunts softly]
[thundering]
[phone buzzing, ringing]
[Ms. Brasschaat on phone] Good afternoon.
Do you have time to answer a few questions?
Not really, no.
I suggest you make the time.
H-4-Z-4-R-D.
If you're going to rob someone,
- maybe remove your vanity plates first? -[softly] Fuck.
Sir? Are you still there?
- Hello? - I'm just the driver.
- I just want my case back-- - Now's not the time.
I'm picking my daughter up from school.
Sorry. Do you have one moment?
Someone wants to say hello.
[Zita on phone] Daddy?
- Princess? - [Zita] Do you hear me?
Everything okay?
[Zita] I forgot my floaties.
- At the pool. - That's okay, darling.
But where are you?
- Right here! - [gasps]
[tense music]
It's very simple.
I get my prototype back. You get your daughter.
Those flasks? I don't have them.
Then get them back. With your two companions.
You don't get it. You shot one in the head.
I don't care.
Bring me my case
or Zita will be on a website for very sick people.
I'll call you with a location at six.
[Noah] Hey! Stop! Wait!
Fuck. Fuck!
[intense tense music]
Stop! Stop! Stop!
[Noah] I need to get through!
- This is a school! - [Noah] Fuck!
- [Carlos] Hello. - [Noah] Carlos! Dude, listen--
Yo, Carlos ain't here, yo. 'Cause I'm busy doin' business
But leave me a message. Or send me peace yo, jiznits.
[Noah] Carlos, stay put and call me!
[horn honking]
[indistinct shouting]
[tense music]
[pulls handbrake]
- No parking! - [Noah] I just need
- No parking! Red Zone! - Carlos!
[party noise]
- [Noah] Carlos! Carlos! - [Yuri] Hey, boy!
Boy! Hey, boy! Boy!
[man] I'm telling you, a fucking wolf.
- Killed three dogs already. - Those poor poochies.
[man] They found a Chihuahua at the station, all torn to pieces.
- [Noah screams, groans] - [glass shatters]
[Julienne] Come on, boys!
- No parking in the red zone! - [car alarm blaring]
- [thud] - [Noah groaning]
[Julienne] Yuri, dear.
Yes, Julienne.
How many doors is that now?
- [Yuri] That's three doors. - [Noah groaning]
[Julienne] In the space of one year.
[Yuri in Russian] I'm a bouncer.
I'm kicking out. Do you get it?
[in Flemish] Right, we need a brush.
You get how much this'll cost?
[grunts] Just pop it out.
Hey, boy?
Pop it out.
[Carlos] Bro, where are you? I'm at the park. It's a party!
[in English] Hey, assface!
[in Flemish] Go and bleed on someone else's street.
- [engine starts, revving] - [people screaming]
[breathing heavily]
[female announcer] Starglass, cracks bring good luck. Starglass!
[male announcer] Windscreen crack? Starglass at the ready.
Smaller than a two euro coin? We'll fix it now.
Replacement takes longer and costs double.
Don't delay, book your appointment at starglass.be.
[Carlos singing]
[Noah] Carlos!
Carlos!
- [honking] - [people shouting]
Really?
[Carlos continues singing]
Hey! Are you deaf or what?
- Didn't you hear me? - I'm dropping bars.
Easy, bro.
- Get the fuck out of here. - [Noah] Shut that shit up!
- [Carlos singing] - Hey! Listen up!
- What are you doing? -It's okay. I need to speak to him.
[chattering]
- [Carlos] He's my brother! - [man] Your brother?
- [Carlos] He's my brother. Take it easy. -[woman grunting]
[Carlos] Remember my bars. Peace and love.
[men chattering]
Everything is squirt, everything is Wi-Fi
Have you taken anything?
- Just a little taster. - A taster.
[car being towed]
- [Carlos] My friends left. - Where's the flasks?
- I loaded 'em. - Loaded?
- Offloaded. To the guys. - [car alarm blaring]
[Noah] Hey! Wait! Wait!
- I was just leaving. - [woman] Look.
Pay the fine, get an appointment, pick up your car.
- I forgot my kid's disabled badge -[Carlos] I'm here, bro!
I'm trashing this fucking truck!
- Come down from there! - Make me.
Chavs! Rules are for others!
- [Noah] Spastic! - Me?
- No, him. He's completely off the hook. -Off the hook?
- Oh, sorry. - Take a good look!
- I'm here, bro! - [car alarm blaring]
- [loud thud] - [screaming]
- [Noah] Get in, you idiot! - [woman] Jesus Christ!
What's the plan? Chav!
- I've got your number. - Release him, demon!
- [grunts] - [groans]
[panting]
- Is she okay? - [woman screaming]
- [car honking] - [thud]
Yeah, sure.
She's okay.
[Carlos groaning]
Fucking hell. Carlos.
Where's my cap?
[growls]
- [Noah in a thinner voice] Yo, Carlos! -[groans] What?
- That bitch from Brasschaat has Zita. -What bitch?
- The bitch from Brasschaat! - Mm?
If she doesn't get her flasks back, my daughter's dead.
- [groans] - Do you hear me?
[Noah normally] Fuck. That's them, isn't it?
Hey, Pablo!
[in Arabic] I can't believe this prick, dude.
- What's up, dickheads? - [in Flemish] Seen my cap?
That dope he sold you. No good.
- Doesn't work. - [groaning] Doesn't work.
[in a thinner voice] I can tell. Hey, Carlito!
Your bars were fire, weren't they?
[laughs]
- Hey! -[in English] Geckos for life, bitch!
- [Noah in Flemish] Cut it out! - [voices overlapping]
[Carlos grunting]
[Noah] Yo, bro!
Bro, please! They have my daughter.
- I need those flasks back. - How much've you got?
Here. That's all we've got.
- [in Arabic] Hey, guys, move forward. -[in Flemish] Deal?
- [in Arabic] Fucking idiot! - [groans]
- [in English] Fuck! - Geckos for life, losers!
[Carlos grunting]
[intense dramatic music]
[in Flemish] Take it easy.
[tires screech]
[engine revving]
Bastards!
[tires screeching]
A dinosaur!
["White Line" by Krid Snero playing]
This way, gang!
- Look out! Sorry! - [horn honking]
Move!
[in English] ♪ Gimme a white line Gimme a white line ♪
Fuck you!
[spits]
Fuck!
[people shouting]
PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL
- [in Flemish] Have you seen my cap? -What?
- Have you seen my cap? - [groans]
Big shot gangsta! Fuck off!
[people shouting]
- [singer vocalizing] - [inaudible]
["Tiritomba" by Helmut Lotti playing]
- Out of the way! - [inaudible]
Hey! Come on! Move!
- [tires screeching] - [engine revving]
- [Carlos groaning] - [horn honking]
- There! - [Pablo] Get out of the way!
[honking]
[Pablo in English] Let's go!
[in Flemish] Turn, turn!
[Carlos shouts]
[revving]
[Pablo] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[groaning]
[breathing heavily]
[spitting]
Little shit.
[Carlos] What's he up to?
Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare.
- [Carlos groaning] - Shit.
- [Pablo] So long, suckers! - Fuck!
[Pablo yells, groans]
Face plant, bitch!
[Pablo groaning]
- You alright, mate? - [spits]
Son of a fucking bitch.
[groans]
Is that a car? Hey!
Bro! It's the cops!
[cops chattering]
[cop 1] Hey! What's the big idea, boys?
Hey! Stop!
[Carlos] Drive, now!
Hey!
[cop 1] Stop them!
I'm confiscating this.
- [Noah] Check the backpack. - [Carlos] Okay.
[cop 1] Hey!
- What's this? - Put it back!
- Are the flasks in there? - Flasks! Flasks!
Okay, okay.
[pedestrians screaming]
Hit it.
Hit it? I'm still high, man.
- Bro, hit the fucking button! - Okay.
- ["Tiritomba" resumes playing] - [Carlos grunting]
[cop 1 screaming]
[Noah] Relax, relax.
[groaning]
[cop 1 panting]
[cop 1] Back up
- [cop 2 on radio] Agent 42, come in! -[groaning]
[thudding]
No, madam, don't do that!
- [elevator dings] - Drive! Drive!
["Tiritomba" continues playing]
Fucking hell, that was quite a trip.
I don't feel good, bro.
I want a shower.
[police siren]
What's the plan?
We pick up Kludde.
Oh, shit. Kludde!
I think he's dead, bro.
Exactly. I'm not hauling him by myself.
[Carlos] Hauling? What are you on about?
We three have to bring those flasks
- back to Ms. Brasschaat. - [spits]
- [Noah] My speakers! - No way!
[locking]
Let me out! Let me the fuck out!
I mean it, let me out!
[revving]
[both grunting]
[choking]
[car stops]
- [Noah coughing] - [Carlos panting]
I didn't spend three years inside for you to get whacked by a drug dealing bitch.
[door slams]
You have your cash and your flasks.
You got this, bro.
[softly] This can't be happening
[breathing heavily]
[engine starts, revving]
Get in!
[kicks car]
- [Carlos] Fuck you, asshole! - Get in, clown!
[Carlos] No way, man.
[Carlos grunts]
[reverse camera beep]
[Noah] Carlos?
[Carlos groaning]
You alright?
[slams door]
- So We good? - Fuck you.
[engine sputtering]
Rust bucket.
Fucking piece of shit car.
[Noah] Try it now.
[engine sputtering]
Again?
HOW'S ZITA?
Your girl. "How's Zita?"
Just answer back, "All's well. See you later."
- Sorted. - What did you say?
"Everythin' irie. Chill out, shawty."
I said, "All's well. See you later."
- Same thing, no? - Not at all, bro!
- [phone ringing] - Shit.
Hey, baby.
[Lea] Put Zita on.
- [Noah] Why? - [Lea] "Chill out, shawty"?
What does that even mean? Put my daughter on.
- She's gone for a wee. - Where? You're in the car.
McDonald's. She needed a wee.
What? You let her go on her own?
- Carlos is with her. - [Carlos grunts]
You've left Zita alone with fucking Carlos?
Yeah, he's family.
[laughs ironically] Family?
Carlos is a dirtbag who's just spent three years inside.
He'd sell Zita for a Whopper.
That's Burger King!
- What was that? - What?
Don't fuck with me, Noah.
Babe, I've got another call. I have to hang up.
- Swear that everything's okay. - I swear.
- Swear on Zita's life. - [phone beeping]
Swear on Zita's head!
On Zita's head.
- [in French] I'm disappointed, Noah. -[button beeps]
- [Ms. Brasschaat in Flemish] Evening-- -I'll kill you!
I know that voice. Carlos?
- Nope. - Noah.
In exactly one hour, I'll drop you a pin with my live location.
You send me yours, and drive straight to me,
all three of you, no stopping.
Give me my suitcase back and you'll get your daughter.
All clear?
- All good. - [line disconnects]
- Kludde. - Kludde.
[engine sputtering, starts]
[announcement on PA] The train to Lier and Leuven of
Didn't you close that?
I did.
[announcement continues indistinctly]
[flies buzzing]
[Noah] What the fuck, man?
[Carlos heaving]
[throwing up]
[Noah heaving]
What the fuck. What happened to him, bro?
Come on, bro. Let's get it done.
[flies buzzing]
[thundering]
[dog growling]
Fuck, Noah.
[dog growling]
The Eight O'Clock Dog!
[intense dramatic music]
[softly] Noah!
[dog barking]
Noah!
[dog growling]
Noah!
[container door opening]
Has it gone?
- Your keys. - What?
So I can pancake the mutt!
[dog growling]
Yeah!
[Carlos grunts, screams]
- Fucker! - Fuck off!
- [dog yelping] - [Carlos groaning]
[dog growling]
[breathing heavily]
[dog growling nearby]
Keep your head.
Keep your head, Carlos.
[dog growling]
[dog barking]
[Carlos screaming]
[mouthing] Oh, shit!
[grenade explodes]
[panting]
[Carlos] Fuck you, Eight O'Clock Dog!
[distorted voice] Fuck you, Eight O'Clock Dog!
[music intensifies]
[Carlos and Noah panting]
[Noah] Shit.
[Carlos] Come on, let's get him in. Just shove!
Fucking stench.
- Push his fat ass in there. - [Noah] You push it, man.
- [Carlos] Fuck, man. - [both heaving]
[spraying]
Hey! That's not deodorant, genius.
[sighs]
- [Carlos grunts] - [thud]
My cap, spastic.
[rain pattering]
[thundering]
[Carlos] "God's plan."
What?
The sky.
- It's a track on my album. - [coughing]
"God's plan."
♪ God's plan God's plan
♪ All part of God's masterplan ♪
♪ You into missionary I'm more of a back door man ♪
[beep]
- Where's that? - The port.
["Adagio For Strings" by Tiësto playing]
Remember, back in Club Illusion?
[song continues playing]
[somber music]
[phone ringing]
[Ms. Brasschaat] Welcome to the port, gents.
[Ms. Brasschaat] Keep driving.
Onto the deck.
[line disconnects]
Engine off.
[engine turns off]
[Ms. Brasschaat] Hands on the dashboard.
Hands on the dashboard.
[footsteps approaching]
[knocks]
Where's number three?
[Noah] In the boot.
[water lapping]
What happened to him?
The Eight O'Clock Dog.
- [flies buzzing] - [Ms. Brasschaat cocking gun]
- [gunshot] - [both gasp]
[footsteps approaching]
My suitcase.
Zita first.
[tense music]
[boat engine starts]
[beep]
[boat engine turns off]
Daddy!
- [Noah] Zita! -[Ms. Brasschaat] Hands on the wheel.
I won't ask again.
[Zita complaining]
- [Noah sighs] - [Ms. Brasschaat] You.
Get out.
[car door shuts]
Go ahead. Just put it down.
Give your phone to Uncle Ronny.
Right.
[softly] Don't do it.
- Right. - Don't do it.
[Carlos grunts]
[intense dramatic music]
Fuck you, cunt!
[Noah breathing heavily]
- Shit! - [gunshot]
[explosion]
[Noah] Hey, darling.
[Ms. Brasschaat] Ronny, is it done? We'll have to hurry.
Phone.
Keys.
Tie yourself up.
That wasn't the deal.
- Ronny. - Right.
[grunting]
- [Zita breathing shakily] - Be brave, princess.
- [Zita screams] - [thud]
[grunting] Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Fuck.
- I forgot my floaties. - That's okay, honey.
- Put your goggles on. - Okay.
Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
What's your favorite film again?
- [Zita] The Little Mermaid. - [Noah] Right.
And her little friend, what's his name?
- The crab? - Sebastian.
[Noah] Sebastian, right.
This is Sebastian. And you're Ariel.
When we go under, I want you to hold him tight
and swim to the surface with him. Okay?
Come and give Daddy a kiss.
I got this.
Don't die, daddy.
[Noah takes a deep breath]
[somber dramatic music]
[melancholic piano music]
[car hits bottom]
[Noah yelling underwater]
[music fading out]
[soft dramatic music]
[gasping]
[dramatic tense music]
Zita? Zita?
- Daddy! - [panting]
Princess? Where are you?
Darling, where are you?
- I can hear you. - Daddy, where are you?
- Zita! I'm coming. - Daddy!
[Noah] Darling, you okay?
- You okay? - Yes.
- You sure? - Yes, Daddy.
Okay.
Come on, we're off. Grab my back.
- [Zita] Where's the car, Daddy? - With the fish.
[Zita] How will we get home?
[Noah] We'll take the bus, darling.
We'll take the bus.
[man on radio] How much more can he take, Dewinter, the Flemish Lion?
He's taken a beating at the Sportpaleis tonight
from Yilmaz, The Killer.
He's dead on his feet out there.
Ever seen The Walking Dead? That's him now.
That's how he looks. His yellow and black shorts
Well, they're red now.
Completely drenched in his own blood.
Yilmaz keeps swinging.
Dewinter has to try something, to counterattack.
And he does so, for the first time in this fourth round
There he goes! He sends Yilmaz to the canvas!
- [referee counting down] - Everyone's up on their feet.
This could be history in the making! Yilmaz looks groggy.
Will he get up? Seconds to go He has to get up. Can he do it?
["Universal Nation" by Push]
[music stops]
[bubbling]
["Universal Nation" by Push resumes]
[announcer] Radio Turbo!
103.4 FM.
The production team recently got a USB stick
with a very interesting track, "Everything Is Wi-Fi" by Don Carlito.
It's a bit unpolished, he's no Tourist LeMC,
but I think we'll hear a lot more from this guy.
"Everything is Wi-Fi", Don Carlito.
[Carlos] ♪ I fuck your mom I fuck your dad ♪
♪ I fuck your bro I fuck your sister ♪
♪ I fuck your cousin I fuck your nephew ♪
♪ I'll fuck anyone who wants to fuck me ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm a fuck machine
♪ I don't give a shit Cept bout that dough ♪
♪ I be back in the club fucking your hoe ♪
♪ I'm a T-Rex You're a fucking pony ♪
♪ That completely explodes 'cause of this big T-Rex dick in your ass ♪
♪ Coming on that face, bro
♪ I'm from the hood The streets fucked me up ♪
♪ You know my school the one of hard knocks ♪
[in English] ♪ I cry every night for all my brothers who are lost ♪
[in Flemish] ♪ Listen up
♪ My dick smells of flowers Yours of sweat ♪
♪ I'm a proper condom You're a dirty tampon ♪
♪ Yeah! A tampon
♪ The sun doesn't rise for nothing ♪
♪ That's why Carlito always does his job ♪
♪ And that's why all these punani's ♪
♪ Are always calling
- Yeah! Um-hum! - [glass shattering]
- [applause] - Yeah, Don Carlito. Uh!
[soft suspenseful music]
[tense rhythmic tones]
[Kludde grunting softly]
♪ We're all traveling today to your momma ♪
- ♪ We're all traveling today - Here.
- ♪ To your momma - Smell that. Your momma.
[grunts, chuckles]
[soft suspenseful music]
[tense rhythmic tones]
[music and rhythmic tones continue]