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EOD on site. Please remain alert
for your own safety and environment.

Further updates will follow.

POLICE

Yo boys,
that tape is there for a reason.

-We're going there.
-Not going to happen, gentlemen.

-We're busy here.
-Listen to him.

What?

Do you think I'm impressed or something?

Listen. Either you can be difficult
or you just go around.

It'll cost you one extra minute.
Maybe two.

CENTRAL STATION

-Problems?
-No, it's fine.

Walk faster, man. The Dutch Railways
are starting to complain.

Are we doing another song today?

Sure. If that's what you want, dude.

We have a big repertoire to choose from.
What do you think of this one?

-I kinda hope it explodes.
-Who? Patrick?

No, that bomb.

At a little train station
Early in the morning

-Why?
-Too many early-morning calls lately.

That really annoys me.

Kind of a bummer for Patrick, isn't it?

He should have learned a real trade.

What?

-Wait here for me, okay?
-Where are you going?

Looks different from what I thought.

Come back. We'll send the tEODor in.

No. I'll do this myself.

-What are you doing?
-Look over your right shoulder.

The guy at the gate, with the phone.

Go to him. He will run away as soon
as he notices you coming his way.

Make sure he goes
behind the station, okay?

At a little train station
Early in the morning

Seven little wagons
Were lined up neatly in a row

And then the train driver

Turned the little wheels

Chug-a-chug, choo-choo

Away we go

Police! Turn around!
Hands behind your back!

A camera and a car radio.

Fuck…

-It was a joke.
-Shut your mouth.

Get up.

Get on the floor. Sit down, on the floor.

Who is that?

The terrorist who put that thing there.

That's not good.

He's not talking.

Look at him. See the suit he's wearing?

What do you notice?

-Fucking hell.
-Don't curse. Don't do that.

What do you notice about his hands?

-He's not wearing gloves.
-Exactly.

With gloves on, you don't feel anything.

Hidden wires, or a millimeter of space
near the detonator of a bomb.

This suit protects you somewhat,
so that you don't completely explode,

but you can kiss your hands goodbye.

How do you think he feels when he
walks up to that backpack of yours?

-It was a prank for YouTube.
-A prank?

-Oh, yes.
-It was a prank?

-Just a prank.
-Everything for the fucking likes.

AUDEMEZ - BELGIUM

-Hello.
-Where are you?

-Almost at the border.
-Good.

-Take the back roads.
-Okay.

-Don't be reckless.
-Alright.

-See you soon.
-Bye.

Are we making a stop?

Gives me a chance to take a leak.

What's that?

-What's going on?
-Just act normal, and stay put.

Drive, Yassin. It's an accident.

-Are you sure?
-A hundred percent.

Turning around now
will really look suspicious.

Go on, drive.

Alright, thank you.

All good, boss.
Francois will be here in 15 minutes.

-Did you see that car?
-Not really, I was on the phone.

When you drive by an accident,
what do you do?

Usually you slow down
and look what happened. Right?

-Yes.
-Come.

You see? No problem.

-Shit, we're being followed.
-What?

They think they're smart,
but they're all so predictable.

People are just like animals, Alain.
You have to observe their behavior.

You'll get the hang of it.
Just a matter of time.

Here we go.

Good evening, gentlemen. What's going on?

Stay calm.

Hands on the roof, please.

-Why? We're not carrying anything.
-Don't get smart with me.

-What are you doing here?
-We're on our way to Amsterdam.

Right…

-Boss?
-Yes?

-How many passengers were there?
-I don't know.

How many people were in the car, boss?

-What are you doing? Are you crazy?
-Shut up.

Look here.

Now they'll look for some drug runners
on their way to France.

-Why is he with us?
-Give him a chance.

Go on, get in. Come, hurry up.

Hey… How was it?

Your husband saved Amsterdam
from destruction again.

Again…
Will you get a sticker from your boss?

I'm proud of you, honey.

The voluntary parental contribution
for Pip's school will increase this year.

-Ridiculous.
-Take her out of the school then.

-Come on…
-I don't like that school, you know that.

-Hey, you wanted a cargo bike.
-That wasn't the point.

No? What then?

A voluntary parental contribution
of 3000 euros, among other things.

-1500.
-You know what I mean.

It's all white children.
Everything's expensive. They're all rich.

I want the best school for my daughter.
If that is the most expensive…

Pip, let's go.

Dad, can you turn the siren on?

-No.
-Please, Dad?

-Please?
-Are you ready?

Pip.

Aren't you forgetting something?

-Bye, Dad.
-Have a nice day, honey.

-Salaam, Fardin.
-Salaam, Mardik.

-How are you?
-Great weather, happy children

and a full can of paint.
What more can I wish for?

-Have a nice day.
-You too.

ZOETERMEER -
NATIONAL SECURITY SERVICE

-Hey.
-Hi.

Jesus… And I can't smoke inside?

This is for mental health.

Breathe in deeply…

Just try it.

I'm doing the security screenings
of the national police.

That is a job for interns.

Just a questionnaire.
You don't need me for that.

I'm going to talk to a detective
who comes from Afghanistan.

Excellent detective. Stubborn bastard.

Doesn't listen to anyone. Glowing reviews.

They are all stubborn assholes
in the police force.

If only they were all excellent.

Textbook example of integration.
"Cultural assimilation".

What do you think? Do I need to
ask him anything in particular?

You're the Afghanistan expert here.

AMSTERDAM REGIONAL UNIT

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Did you have a lie-in?

-Should we interrogate him?
-No, no, this one's for me.

-Where's Shannon?
-Not seen her yet.

She doesn't have kids.

Mardik…

-There's someone here for you.
-Who?

Your mandatory session. Interrogation
room 1. She'll be right there.

REAR EXIT

1 NEW MESSAGE

WE'RE HERE

Mardik.

Joelle Walters, National Security Service.

Sit down.

You know we're doing
a security screening, right?

You determine whether someone poses
a corruption risk, right?

Whether someone has debts.
Cheating. Whether the partner is cheating.

Those are indeed the questions
that people have the most difficulty with.

No, no and no.

Then we'll be done in no time.
But we must start at the beginning.

Protocol.

You grew up in Afghanistan.

How old were you
when you came to the Netherlands?

Six or seven.

-Do you remember that time?
-Not really.

I don't have many memories from the past.

Grew up in the Netherlands,
went to school here. You are married.

You have chosen a Dutch woman.

Chosen?
I am married to a Dutch woman, yes.

Sorry, why are you writing something
about that?

-Should I have married an Afghan woman?
-No.

It's statistically more common that people
choose someone from their own region.

I grew up in the Netherlands.

I could have married anyone.
It became Michelle.

-How did you meet?
-How did we meet?

At the club. She was dancing, by herself.

I made the best decision of my life
by pretending I could dance too.

Fortunately that worked.

You're married now,
with a daughter and a steady job.

Do you feel Dutch or Afghan?

If you want to know
where my loyalties lie…

Here.

I'm asking this because you've
recently been to Afghanistan.

Without your wife and child.

Why? Back to your roots?

Who did you meet there?

-Do you want a list?
-Yes, please.

Listen.

You're an excellent detective
according to your colleagues.

But especially in the last two years,
I see you've gotten into some trouble.

Quarrels.

Reprimands.

Violent incidents.

And then you fly to Afghanistan
on your own.

While your loyalty lies here, right?

Do I need to worry about you?

-What's wrong?
-Nothing.

-Do you still see people from your past?
-What do you mean?

From your youth, from your village.
Serkey, right?

Do you want to know why I went back?

As I said, I was six or seven
when I came to the Netherlands.

-Do you remember things from that age?
-I'm not asking about your memories.

I asked if you still see people
from the past.

Now.

Here.

This guy, for example.

Why him?

Because we know that you know him.

What can you tell me about him?

I know him from the old days.

He works at the sports club.
My daughter plays sports there.

Probably the kindest man I know.

He does everything he can
to keep youths on the right path.

Why is he interesting to you?

Can you give me an answer?
Or is this a one-way thing?

-I'll continue the questionnaire now.
-Of course. Standard operating procedure.

-Do you have any more questions?
-A few.

All the answers are in there.

Hey, any marrowbones left?

Not in stock, but I do have some tasty
beef knuckle for that pit bull.

-I'll take one of those.
-There you go.

Thank you. Pay by card, please.

Foot off the gas, honey.
Foot off the gas.

-Kenza will ring you up.
-Fine.

-Honey, will you handle this?
-Sure. Hey.

Stop it, Jolanda.

I told you, foot off the gas.
And now easy.

In first gear.

Release the clutch.

Do you feel it?

Thank you, Willem.
I'll remember it for tomorrow morning.

How did it go? Do you still have a job?

-It went fine.
-Risk cases apparently go first.

-Here.
-Thanks.

She also spoke to me.
Her third question was about you.

How long I've known you.
What I thought of you.

Routine questions, she said.

Bullshit, of course. Why the hell
would you ask those things?

No idea.

-What you think of me?
-Bizarre, right?

She also asked me what I thought of you.
I said you're not my type.

I'm everyone's type.

-Good afternoon.
-Good morning.

That guy's lawyer is here.

Are you coming? Come.

Do you know what terrorism is, Rudy?

Killing people? Committing attacks?

I don't understand what this prank
has to do with terrorism.

Terrorists use attacks
or the threat thereof

to spread fear and disrupt society.

To bring about social change,

to frighten the population
or to influence political decision-making.

That is the definition of terrorism.

And that's exactly what you did, Rudy.

Everyone who goes to the station tomorrow
thinks about what they saw on the news.

Your fake bomb.

Police everywhere.

A cordoned-off station.

A feeling of suspicion.

Because that's how everyone
looks at each other these days.

Nobody trusts each other anymore, Rudy.

Anyone can be a terrorist.

Someone from the Middle East.

A redhead from Ireland.

Or a blonde idiot from Amsterdam.

A spoiled fucking student
playing a stupid prank.

Have you been in contact
with the prosecutor yet?

Is the client willing to pay
for the damage?

Of course.

Is that a lot?

Take him out of here.

Do you know what's going to happen now?

His rich daddy pays for the damage and
he thinks he can get away with anything.

And he's not wrong.
He just walked out of here.

Excuse me? What are you doing here?

I was waiting for you, Michelle.

Joelle Walters, National Security Service.

Can you identify yourself?

Would you recognize a fake?

Have a seat.

The number you called
is not being answered now.

A JOELLE
FROM NATIONAL SECURITY SERVICE IS HERE

-Do you like to cook?
-Pasta Bolognese.

-We have to talk about Amir.
-Why?

He's a risk.

There's a first time for everyone.

What did I tell you about first-timers?

-Don't worry.
-I don't pay for amateurs.

He doesn't trust him.

He has an AK.

Who guarantees he'll pull the trigger?
You?

If he screws up, I'll shoot him myself.
Is that guarantee enough for you?

Are you bringing it over
or do we have to get the food ourselves?

Here, for you.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

It's all pretty standard.
Just a list of questions to go through.

-I had heard about it.
-Oh, yeah?

Did Mardik tell you about it?

I knew there was going
to be some investigation.

For everyone, right?

For everyone. Sure.

How did you two meet?

Is it those kinds of questions?

It's about your background.
That we have an image of that.

So how did you guys meet?

We just did.

But how?

-That's not a complicated question, is it?
-Through friends.

Which friends?

It's been over 15 years now.

-Dutch friends?
-Or?

-Afghan friends.
-Does that matter?

Maybe. I won't know
until you tell me who they are.

-Where are you going?
-National Security Service is at my house.

-Is Faysal gone?
-He went to the ATM.

-We're not exactly cheap, are we?
-Right.

I've had enough.

Another drink?

A coffee, please.

Police officers live on coffee.

We are not police.

-Kind of, right?
-No.

Do you have a good relationship?

You don't mind
if I take a look around, right?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Standard part of the screening
is an interview with the partner.

My wife isn't here, she's upstairs.

-It…
-Get out of here.

Get out of my house.

Now!

Sure.

Will you come visit me too?

I feel super dirty right now.

All those questions…

What did she ask?

Things about you. Me.
Our relationship. Our friends.

Is this normal?

Because then I want you
to resign from that job immediately.

How do you guys not explode
with indignation?

Salaam.

Salaam.

Don't I know you?

It's been a long time. I was very young.

But you don't live here, do you?

Do you have a moment?

Inside, please.

What would you like to drink?

Faysal.

Faysal?

Little Faysal?

My God.

That was a completely different life we
were caught up in then. A different life.

Thank you.

-I looked for you.
-I know, Malik Fardin.

Where are you living these days?

Brussels, Paris. Marseille sometimes.

In that direction. France.

And are you doing well? Do you have a job?

Yes, fortunately I get by.

I'm so glad to see you, Faysal.

Is there anything I can do for you?

No, Malik Fardin. I'm leaving again soon.
I'm only here for a few days.

Do you want to see people from
the village, since you're here now?

I still know quite many. Mardik.

I can call him.
Let's go eat something together.

Mardik?

Hey, go away.

No.

We've gone our separate ways.

Get in.

Dad, stop! We have to take Mardik with us!

Faysal.

He's not…

He doesn't need to know I'm here.

I don't have to see anyone.
Mardik least of all.

I came to see you one more time.
In order to thank you.

I couldn't find you, Faysal.

If I had, maybe everything would have
turned out differently.

It's not your fault.

-It was good to see you.
-Likewise, Faysal.

-Come and see me again.
-With God's will.

Stay here, Faysal. Let me talk to you.

-Or let's go eat something together.
-Thank you, Malik Fardin.

But I'm here with a couple of friends
and we're leaving tomorrow.

What have they done?

Faysal?

Faysal?

Do you still see people from your past?

This guy, for example.

Why him?

What can you tell me about him?

He works at the sports club.
My daughter plays sports there.

Probably the kindest man I know.

Do you feel Dutch or Afghan?

If you want to know
where my loyalties lie…

Here.

I'm asking this because you've
recently been to Afghanistan.

Back to your roots?

Who did you meet there?

-Do you want a list?
-Yes, please.

-You're an excellent…
-What did he say?

Nothing about the past.
Literally not a word.

He didn't want to talk about it.

So he's a selfish asshole after all.

Or he had something to hide. Your choice.

Malik Fardin.

Malik Fardin.

-Salaam
-Salaam, Mardik.

Everything alright?

Your wife and daughter?

-Does Pip speak Dari yet?
-She's doing fine.

So is Michelle.

I don't dare teach Pip to speak Dari.

I'm glad if I can make myself understood.

You had something important?

Faysal was here.

How was he?

He said he was doing well.
He was here with friends, he said.

Seems he's living in France now.

Paris, Marseille, Brussels.

I'm worried, Mardik.

What was he doing here?

I don't know.

Hello.

But those eyes…

His eyes.

Take the key.

Let's go.

Maybe you should go and talk to him.

As a childhood friend.
Let's look him up together.

To keep him on the right path.

We're childhood friends. I wouldn't know
how to get in touch with him.

I followed him.

Maybe our paths were meant to cross again.

I'll think about it.

-Good to see you, Fardin.
-Good to see you, Mardik.

-Is something going on?
-What?

I don't know if we're right,
but we have some doubts.

Maybe it's better if you go home.
Just to be sure.

Sumatraplantsoen.
Several people run over by a truck.

10.17, don't enter the market.
I repeat, don't enter the market.

A firearm?

Heavy firearms.
Shooter possible on north-east side.

Block all GSM traffic in this area now.

Stay home, Mich.

Oh, shit.