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(LOW MOODY MUSIC)

(HARD HOUSE MUSIC PLAYS)

(DANCERS WHISTLE AND SHOUT)

- (KICK THUDS) - (GROANS)

I'm just fucking defending myself!

(HOUSE MUSIC PLAYS)

♪ Never catching us

♪ Never catching us

♪ All these lights got me in a daze

♪ I need you close Don't run away... ♪

(COUGHS)

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

(FRYPAN SIZZLES)

(CAR HORN TOOTS IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR OPENS)

Shoh. Fuh-fuh-fuh-fuhf.

(SIGHS)

Did you sleep well?

Yes.

Are you hungry?

Yeah, a bit.

What's a 2B?

A pencil.

Don't get it wrong. that's the one I need.

You really need all this stuff just for drawing?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

Hurry up, Sarah. Come on!

Sir.

Yes.

We still haven't received your payment for last month.

This week, without fail.

(CHILD WAILS)

(WATCH ALARM BLEEPS)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(UPBEAT TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS)

(RAVE TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS)

(PEOPLE SHOUT)

(YELLS)

- Hey! - Go. Come on.

Let me go, man! God! Fuck!

She spilled a fucking drink on me!

- Argh! - Keep moving.

(GRUNTS) Fuck! Argh!

- Get the fuck off me! - Calm down.

- I am fucking calm. - Stay here.

Don't fucking touch me, man!

You don't know who the fuck I am.

Your sorry ass is gonna get in a lot of trouble for this,

for nothing.

She's just a bitch, like you!

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(LOW DYSPHORIC MUSIC)

(MUFFLED HOUSE MUSIC BOOMS)

Shit!

Lukas.

Get outta here!

(LOW MOODY MUSIC)

The cops came.

I told them he assaulted the waitress but they wouldn't listen.

I think he'll press charges.

They've fired you.

I hope that bastard doesn't cause you trouble.

What will you do?

I need a job.

(CHILDREN SHOUT IN DISTANCE)

I may have something.

A strip club in Ixelles.

They're looking for a bouncer.

I could hook you up.

(EXOTIC FOLK MUSIC PLAYS)

(CAR HORN TOOTS)

(VACUUM CLEANER HUMS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(SPEAKS FLEMISH)

- I don't speak Flemish. - Follow me.

We're open from Wednesday till Sunday.

Gotta be focused 'cause there are naked girls,

so things can easily get fucked up with the clients.

No smoking, no drinking.

You get paid every night.

It's simple. Last man standing gets the job.

(MEN GRUNT)

(BLOWS THUD)

(GROANS)

(MEN GRUNT)

- (GROANS) -(BLOW THUDS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GROANS)

(BOTH STRAIN)

-(GLASS SHATTERS NEARBY) (GRUNTS)

-(PANTS) -(BLOW THUDS)

(GROANS, GASPS)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

-(MUFFLED THUD ECHOES) -(GROANS)

(COUGHS)

(WHEEZES)

(PANTS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(BOTH PANT HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(SIGHS, PANTS)

(SPEAKS FLEMISH)

What's your name?

Lukas.

You start Friday.

(LOW MOODY MUSIC)

Who did that to you?

A guy at work.

Does it hurt?

A bit.

Did he elbow you?

You know the good thing about it?

No.

I'm staying home tonight.

It's hard.

Hang on... Put your hand like that.

Push the knife down.

That's it, that's it.

Voila!

(SARAH HUMS HAPPILY)

See you later.

Hi.

Sorry for the delay.

- Is everything all right? - Everything's fine.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

(LOW TENSE MUSIC)

Police.

A word about what happened at work.

Can you come with us, please?

(DOOR OPENS)

(MAN SNIFFLES)

So you're saying you didn't hit him?

Is that right?

(SIGHS)

You know, I've got a 16-year-old son.

I talk to him a lot.

He has these stupid theories about justice, the planet,

humanity...

I want to punch him.

Just so he knows how it feels.

And to see if he still has the same opinion after

Unlucky for you, the guy you hit is the son of an EU civil servant.

That makes it tricky. It means we poke our noses in.

The club where you were working...

They don't know a thing about you. You live alone with your daughter,

she goes to school under a false name...

What are you hiding from?

All I know is that your name is Lukas,

you're a bouncer

and you beat up a guy and left him for dead.

(LOW TENSE MUSIC)

What do you want from me?

I'll tell you what I don't want. I'm not gonna give you any shit.

If you're hiding because of some past screw-up, I don't care.

I want you to work for me.

Help me and I'll sort out your nightclub problem.

I don't work for the Belgian police.

I'm the guy who gets called when there's a Europe-wide problem.

I've been asked to track down a Flemish guy doing business here.

A counterfeiter.

20 countries are hassling me to collar him.

What's it got to do with me?

The guy I'm talking about is Jan Dekkers.

You just got a job

in his strip club.

If you notice anything, give me a call. Simple.

I'm not interested.

I just told you.

I'm given plenty of leeway about how I operate.

I can make all your problems with the law go away

or I can ask a judge to bang you up.

Your daughter will be fostered.

If you try to run, I'll put out a wanted poster.

That's my number.

Memorise it.

If you notice anything at all, call me.

(SLOW ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(SPEAKS FLEMISH)

(R&B MUSIC PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

- Where is Jan? - He's busy.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYS)

(TAPS GLASS)

Do you think I'm gonna wait for Jan all night long,

sitting here and drinking water?

He can't make it tonight. He's sorry.

Tell him to go and fuck himself.

See that girl over there?

Take her back to her hotel.

Don't leave her alone one second.

Make sure she's safe, OK?

Come back here.

What's your name?

Lukas.

You do everything they tell you, eh?

You're their little doggie!

(SOFT JAZZY PIANO MUSIC PLAYS)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS NEARBY)

That's enough!

- An Italian accent. - Doesn't ring a bell.

How old is she?

Thirty, thirty-five.

She hangs about in the club, never pays.

His new bit of stuff?

No idea.

OK, we'll look into that.

It's good, he's starting to trust you.

These people don't trust anyone.

Even the devil needs lieutenants.

(MAN ENDS CALL)

(R&B MUSIC PLAYS)

Gently!

No.

(MAN SPEAKS FLEMISH)

Jan wants to see you outside.

(ALARM BLEEPS)

Shh.

What do you want?

We want to know who you are.

I'm the bouncer in this strip club.

You've only got one number in your phone.

(PHONE RINGING TONE)

SARAH: Hello?

Hello, Daddy?

Stop it.

(SPEAKS FLEMISH)

Start the car.

Where are you from?

From here.

Nobody knows you.

Why?

I was a bodyguard abroad.

Whereabouts?

South Africa.

That's nice.

Why did you come back?

My wife died.

Keep right.

-(ENGINE STOPS) - Come.

You're a bodyguard, no?

(JAN SPEAKS FLEMISH)

(DOOR LOCK BUZZES)

(LOW MOODY MUSIC)

He's OK.

So, you got some good news for me?

They don't want to do business with you.

Why?

They're already in business with some guys in the Netherlands

and they don't trust you.

JAN: Listen...

...I pre-sold everything

and now you're telling me I can't deliver the product

because of some Dutch fuck?

- Don't blame it on me. - I DO blame it on you.

You told me there wouldn't be a problem.

They're Dutch, for Chrissake.

They're our fucking neighbours.

You know what?

Ask them what they want.

I'll give it to them, anything,

so they know they can trust me.

- I'll work it out. - Yeah.

You'd better work it out.

Let's go.

This is where you live?

Yeah.

Your daughter, what's her name?

Sarah.

You leave her alone when you're at work?

Yeah.

You'd better go see her, then.

No, wait.

Keep the car.

I don't need it.

I'll go back with Geert.

I'm telling you, keep it. It's my treat.

(SERENE MUSIC)

They know where I live now.

They're watching me.

You're talking to me,

so you passed the test.

Jan went to talk to a go-between.

An antique dealer with a gallery in Ixelles.

He was putting him in touch with some Dutch.

Why?

No idea. They have something he wants.

He's in a hurry to get it.

Try to find out a bit more.

We've found out who the Italian woman is.

Lisa Zaccarini.

Convicted of counterfeiting in Rome in 2013.

Jan's brought her here for a reason. Keep your eyes peeled.

(MAN ENDS CALL)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

JAN: You drove Lisa back the other day.

- Yeah. - Go get her at her hotel.

When?

Right now.

OK.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

The horse riding was great. Can we go again tomorrow?

We'll see. We'll go if we can.

(SARAH HUMS CHEERFUL TUNE)

- Hi. -(DOOR SHUTS)

Hello.

- What's your name? - Sarah.

You're very pretty, Sarah.

And you seem a lot nicer than your daddy!

Where are we going?

Take the boulevard.

I'll give you directions.

(LOW TENSE MUSIC)

It's done.

JAN: OK. I'm gonna text you an address.

Meet me there immediately.

Who are you speaking English to?

(LOW TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

I'll be five minutes.

Go inside. Geert is waiting for you.

(COW MOOS)

(COW MOOS)

We've got something to fetch.

That's all you need to know.

When?

Now.

SARAH: Daddy!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(PANTS)

Whoa.

Tell him to bring back my daughter right away.

Do it

if you don't want to see your daughter again.

If something happens to my daughter, I'll kill you.

You and your boss.

OK?

This is the guy we're coming to get.

We're coming to get?

There's a motherfucking Dutchman who'll only want to negotiate

if we bring him this guy.

Cooks the best crack cocaine in Europe.

He used to work for them, but he left to work on his own.

So, what's the plan?

What do you mean, "What's the plan?"

We go in and get him out.

- How many people are there? - No idea.

So you think the best plan is to go in and get him out

and shoot whatever moves?

You got a better fucking idea?

You stay here.

(LOW TENSE MUSIC)

(MACHINERY WHIRRS)

(MUFFLED BARKING)

(MAN SPEAKS DUTCH)

(MAN LAUGHS IN DISTANCE)

(DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

- MAN: Hey! -(GUNSHOT)

(PANTS)

(GUNSHOT)

-(GUNSHOT) -(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(MAN SPEAKS DUTCH)

-(GUNSHOTS) -(SPEAKS DUTCH)

(MAN SHOUTS IN DUTCH IN DISTANCE)

-(GUNSHOTS) - Fuck!

-(GUNSHOT) -(METAL DINGS)

Where is my daughter?

Relax. She's safe.

Your place is nice.

It's not really my place.

Do you work with my daddy?

Not really.

What do you do, then?

And your daddy?

He used to be...

a guard who protects people.

A bodyguard?

That's it!

He protected my mummy's daddy when we lived in South Africa.

That's how they met.

Wow. (CHUCKLES)

So where's your mummy?

She had an accident in Africa.

An accident?

Some men killed her

and stole her car.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Where is she? - She's fine.

Look what me and Lisa did.

Get your things, we're going.

(PAPERS RUSTLE)

Hurry up.

-(COCKTAIL PIANO MUSIC PLAYS) -(PEOPLE CHATTER)

(GRUNTS)

You left me no choice.

You made me come here.

You don't call or answer your phone.

What happened?

We kidnapped a guy for Jan.

What guy? What did he want him for?

To do a deal with the Dutch.

What sort of deal?

No idea.

Then find out.

I can't take any more, I quit. They snatched my daughter.

It's going too far.

OK.

I know what you did in South Africa.

Know what that means?

If you quit,

I'll send you back there.

Do you understand?

Good. Don't fall apart now, we need you.

Ah, you came back.

You know, I'm sorry about the other day.

I'm just a bit short-handed lately.

I knew you would do a good job.

It's a compliment.

It means I trust you.

Don't ever touch my daughter again.

I promise.

For the inconvenience.

I want to continue.

We're open from Wednesday through Sunday.

I want more.

Tomorrow we're trading the guy you kidnapped.

You think you can handle it together with Geert?

Yeah.

(GLASSES CLINK)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

You can go.

It's OK.

(MAN PANTS)

MAN: You don't know what you're doing.

LUKAS: Shut up.

MAN: You won't get out of here alive.

They'll kill me. And then they'll kill you.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

- GEERT: It's OK. - MAN: No. No!

No!

MAN: No!

- MAN: Hey! -(GUNSHOTS)

- Help! Help! -(GUNSHOT)

GEERT: Fuck! Go, go, go!

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(LISA PANTS)

(WHIMPERS)

-(TYRES SQUEAL) -(ENGINES ROAR)

(GUNSHOTS)

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

-(HORN BLOWS) -(GUNSHOTS)

(SQUEALING TYRES APPROACH)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNFIRE)

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(GUNSHOT)

(LISA PANTS)

(LISA SOBS)

(COWS MOO)

Hey.

(BIRDS COO SOFTLY)

Go inside.

Hmm? Go.

What the fuck happened?

Shit.

Sarah!

Come, quickly!

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

(SARAH HUMS SOFTLY)

It's me.

Was the supermarket you?

We went to do a swap.

What did you get?

Watermarks.

So they're planning a new batch.

They must have a lab or maybe they change it every time.

Do they suspect you?

No.

I risked my life for them.

OK, that means we can carry on.

(MAN ENDS CALL)

Bring your crayons, sweetheart.

It's not bad here, eh?

Omar's nice.

And you get on well with Moussa.

Look, I have a few things to do.

But I promise

I'll come and get you.

Daddy...

are you scared?

A bit.

I'm not scared for you.

(ENGINE CHUGS AWAY NEARBY)

Sure you don't need anything else?

- I'm sure. - You can count on me.

Brother...

I can do this by myself.

(BOTH CHAT QUIETLY)

The first time I saw you

you were beating up a bunch of guys half your age.

And you know what I thought?

This guy is either totally fucked up

or he's a fucking survivor

who is able to adapt to anything.

What do you think?

I don't know.

It's a bit of both.

I guess they go together.

You do understand what you're doing now with Lisa?

It's none of my business.

It is, after what you've done for me,

whether you like it or not.

We're going to print banknotes pretty soon.

I'm going to need you.

You've gotta take real good care of Lisa.

She's...fragile, especially after what happened.

(SIGHS)

-(BEEP!) -(DOOR OPENS)

I grew up near Crotone.

Do you know it?

It's in the south of Italy.

It's poor.

But there's the sea.

My dad had a printing press.

It was his whole life.

He died and left me and my mum in the shit.

I needed money.

I started making counterfeit banknotes.

To pay off my dad's debts at first.

But then I kept doing it.

You know

that I could get life in prison?

Do you think we could have done something for Geert?

No.

Doing stuff like this, it always ends badly.

For you too, if you carry on.

What happened to your wife?

A carjacking which went wrong.

They killed her.

Did they find the culprits?

The law didn't.

I did.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Can you drop me off?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GRUNTS)

There was nothing there.

Jan'll disappear now.

We have one chance.

What?

Jan has to make some quickly to deliver to his buyers.

Let the girl go.

No way! The girl's all I've got out of this!

Let me talk to her.

OK, come on.

Son of a bitch!

You ratted us out! Why?

- For my daughter. They've got me. - Bullshit!

It's the truth.

They'll let you go to make some notes.

The've got nothing on me. Nothing!

They know everything.

They've got you now.

Do you trust them?

I have no choice.

I tried to protect you.

No.

No, you tried to protect yourself.

You and your family.

You sacrificed me.

Do you want to end up like Geert?

Is that what you want?

Is it?

I don't know.

Look at me.

Lisa.

We'll make it through this.

We'll make it.

- OK? - Yeah. OK.

(KEYS JANGLE)

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see you.

We've got a big problem.

How big?

As big as a police raid.

They took Lisa.

But don't worry. I talked to the attorney.

They've got nothing against her. They'll have to let her go.

So we don't have a problem.

Oh, yes, we do.

There's too much heat on us.

Are you going to stop?

I can't.

We have to print the money.

The people I work for paid for it.

Come.

Let's go for a ride.

(DOOR OPENS)

(RINGS BUZZER)

(SIGHS)

(GASPS, SPITS)

You're crazy!

The police raided my place

and they arrested the girl who works for me.

What does it have to do with me? I didn't tell the cops.

The way I see it...

...the transaction went wrong

and the Dutch wanted to take revenge on me.

If they want to take their revenge on you,

they wouldn't have sent the cops.

Wait, wait! Wait. Wait. (PANTS)

Maybe it's the girl who ratted on you.

No.

How can you be so sure?

Well, she knew we were moving the stash.

Maybe it's him.

This gentleman over there, he made his hands dirty for me.

You see, once you have a doubt, it's over.

SARAH: Are we going far away?

I don't know.

But when will you be back?

Soon.

I promise.

(KEYS JANGLE)

(DROPS KEYS ON TABLE)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(MACHINERY CHUGS)

Come on, Lisa. Get your shit together.

JAN: Get me these babies.

(MACHINERY CHUGS MORE RAPIDLY)

It's OK...

It's OK?

Come here.

(KISSES)

Thank you.

(MUTTERS)

-(BIRDS COO) -(CATTLE LOW)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Put it in the trunk.

Buy some toys for your daughter.

Police!

Keep calm.

Drop your gun, get on your knees.

On your knees, I said.

On your knees!

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(KICKS GUN AWAY)

(GRUNTS, MOANS)

(COCKS GUN)

Get this lot packed up.

Hey, it's payday!

Shit, this is good stuff!

Come on.

Hurry it up, guys. Get a move on!

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(MOANS WEAKLY)

Not dead yet, eh?

(BOTH GRUNT AND MOAN)

(GASPS)

Nico!

Nico!

Nico, for fuck sake!

Nico!

(THUMP!)

(PANTS PAINFULLY)

(GRUNTS)

(MAN PANTS WEAKLY)

(MAN IS SILENT)

(GASPS)

Fuck!

Fuck!

(GUNSHOT)

(MOANS, GASPS)

(FIRES GUN, GASPS)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(GRUNTS PAINFULLY)

(PHONE RINGING TONE)

SARAH: Hello?

Daddy?

Are you all right?

Yes.

I'm coming.

(CAR STARTS)