"You'll survive, Dries." "It'll be fine." "There's only one police chief as far as I'm concerned, you." "Things won't be the same without you." "Need a hankie?" "Eh?" "Aren't you going to wear the Hugo Boss?" "No, give it back to Hugo." "He wore the same jeans and socks when he became police chief." "How do you know?" "You were still in Morocco then." "On a flying carpet." "Eh?" "Hey." "Three minutes." "Two minutes." "OK." "One minute, Jan." "Come on, Verbeek." "Showtime." "You may have noticed that Twitter exploded this afternoon." "It was detonated by the VPV's press conference." "The most popular hashtag, even outdoing pop stars and football players, is janforpresident." "He is giving us his very first political interview." "Ladies and gentlemen, worshipped by some, vilified by others, here is the Police Chief, or should I say former Police Chief, of Antwerp Drugs Squad, Jan Verbeek." "Mr Verbeek." "Welcome." "Thank you." "Take a seat." "Shall we first take a look at exactly what happened this afternoon?" "Good afternoon, everyone." "Nice of you to come." "Uh..." "I'd like to introduce you to Jan Verbeek and I'll hand you straight to him." "Thank you very much." "Tomorrow morning I am handing in my resignation from the police." "And am doing so in order to stand for parliament for the VPV." "Jan will be given the second seat in the Chamber." "Jan Verbeek entering politics, I didn't see that coming." "Did you read my book?" "I did." "I ploughed through it." "Then surely it's not that much of a surprise?" "What Has To Change." "Yes, that's it." "So exactly what has to change, Mr Verbeek?" "A lot of things." "It, uh... turned into a thick book, almost 500 pages." "An awful lot of things need to change in this country." "Many have gone before you, Mr Verbeek." "True." "When I first became police chief" "I said I was going to clean up Antwerp and people had a lot to say about that then too." "We're now ten years down the road and the results speak for themselves." "Yes, but you and your unit are behind more than 6,000 years of prison sentences for drugs of fences." "That seems an impressive number but actually I think it is far too few." "Explain." "Look." "Our legal system isn't working as it should and that's putting it mildly." "Criminals are protected." "The police are facing increasing accusations." "We need to be rigorous and simply abolish the Lejeune law on parole." "Get rid of it." "Yes, but..." "Another question that arises, especially now, is whether we are all prepared to forego some of our freedom in order to live longer." "A very important question we need to ask ourselves." "One of the recurring criticisms heard, including following publication of your book, is that what you say is racist." "Dries?" "Inspector Dries Ben Haisa, my right-hand man and trusted friend." "Ben Haisa." "At the back of the throat." "Haisa." "Next question." "In Antwerp someone of Moroccan descent is ten times more likely to be stopped and searched on the street by your officers." "If we discovered tomorrow that most of the drug dealing is in the hands of women in fur coats from Brazil, I'd have them stopped and searched more often too." "Right." "Thank you for speaking to us, Mr Verbeek." "What made the most impression on me is that you are very ambitious but I must say a couple of passages scared me rather." "But never mind." "Tomorrow we have..." "Hold on, hold on." "I scare you, Mr Heyvaert?" "I scare you?" "Yes, there are..." "I think we live in two different worlds." "I think..." "No, I'm going to ask you a question." "The interview is over..." "May I ask you one more question?" "Do you think everything is fine in this country?" "Do you?" "Because if you do, then I'm off home to take up cooking." "For the past ten years I've devoted myself to ensuring your safety, your children's, your grandchildren's." "I think..." "Let me finish." "I know the streets." "I've been shot twice." "I know..." "Hold on a moment." "It's not..." "it's not me you should be scared of." "There are others you should perhaps be scared of." "One more thing." "I will still devote myself to guaranteeing your safety, your children's and your grandchildren's." "That is my aim." "That's what I intend to do." "Our time is up." "Thank you for talking to us, Mr Verbeek." "Tomorrow there will be another Word Against Word." "See you then." "Mr Jan Verbeek." "My big boss is here." "So how did it feel?" "Your first interview as a politician." "It went well." "It went very well." "Keep going, eh?" "What did I tell you?" "The way our baseline shifted..." "Baseline?" "Jan is our baseline." "The militants are going crazy." "Prepare for an amazing reception at our election congress the day after tomorrow." "You're expected at the radio station now." "Let me introduce you." "My colleague Ruud." "Hello." "Respect." "And that is Dries." "Inspector Dries." "Mr Hendrickx, it's an honour to meet you." "I've always voted for you." "Duty calls." "We're voting for Jan Verbeek." "Mr Jan Verbeek." "Jan Verbeek." "Yeah." "Uh, Jan Verbeek, technically, you are still our chief for a few hours." "True?" "Yes, why?" "My informer called." "A lab." "They make a type of MDMA, an advanced kind, ten times as strong." "Where?" "We'll soon find out, it's this evening." "Guess who his contact is?" "Ozgür." "Are you serious?" "Ozgür fucking Karagüs." "This evening." "A present for you." "Our present." "It's my present." "Ours." "It's my informer." "Doesn't matter whose present it is." "What do you reckon?" "One last time?" "Eh?" "Once a cop..." "BLIND SPOT" "Can you confirm that Ozgür is in the car?" "Definitely." "He's driving." "They're taking the E17." "OK, chief." "What do we do?" "Stop them?" "Negative." "Follow them." "And if they leave our sector?" "Have we got tucking authority or not?" "OK." "What do you reckon, Brussels or Charleroi?" "Charleroi." "Charleroi." "That's what happens when you leave it to Ruud." "A Walloon informer." "Hey, Jan, which is worse, a junkie or a Walloon?" "A Walloon." "You can recover from an addiction!" "Dries?" "Johan, turn your lights off." "Dries, where are you?" "Dries?" "Now what?" "Wait." "It's OK." "They've stopped." "Where?" "Rue Picard 56." "Look it up." "How many are there?" "4." "Plus the Walloon informer." "That's 5." "No, no, that's 4 1/2." "Come on, you pansies, stop playing cards." "Radios on 3?" "Yes." "YES." "YES." "Ruud, you're coming with me." "Johan, with Dries and the rest." "Lads." "It's my last evening." "It's my party." "And Ozgür is my present." "OK?" "OK." "Come on, let's get him." "First floor, clear." "Two dead ground floor, chief." "Don't move." "Hands where we can see them." "Clear." "Jan, he's OK, he's my informer." "He's OK." "Is he that Walloon?" "OK?" "And?" "Nothing." "What d'you mean?" "No drugs, no lab." "Nothing." "And Ozgür?" "He's gone." "Gone?" "Where is Ozgür, Johan?" "Don't know." "We've searched everywhere." "Don't make excuses." "It's not an excuse." "Nice mess we're in." "How do you think I am going to explain this?" "Eh?" "Five dead, no drugs, no lab and no fucking Ozgür." "Nice party." "Thanks." "No, no." "Thanks." "Nice present." "Thanks." "Sorry..." "Shut up." "Good thing I didn't bring all the media with me." "Search them." "Till you find something." "There's nothing." "I don't care." "Search till you find something." "Jan, we're..." "Ruud..." "Search till you find something." "OK?" "OK." "Dries?" "Nothing." "Hands up." "Don't move!" "Hands up." "Up high." "Everyone hands up." "Up high." "You, here." "Here." "Here." "Ozgür?" "Where is Ozgür?" "Do you speak French?" "No." "English?" "What?" "Arabic." "Look at me." "Arabic?" "Eh?" "Arabic." "Dries?" "Do you want to go back to Syria, monkey face?" "Do you?" "We're brothers." "What did he say?" "Nothing." "No, chief." "Don't, we'll get nothing out of him." "Where are the drugs?" "We're brothers." "I'm not your brother." "Look at me." "Look at me." "Look at me." "I'm not like you." "Look at me." "They're illegal immigrants, not..." "I'm gone tomorrow." "You can do what you like then." "Charleroi police." "Dries?" "The informer is ours, he's coming with us, to the hospital." "Yeah." "Shall we?" "Right." "Jan Verbeek, I suspect he is more than just a colleague to you." "Yes, a lot more." "Jan is more..." "Sorry, just a moment." "Try to speak into the camera when you reply." "And start your answer..." "It's just for the montage." "Start your answer with:" "For me Jan Verbeek is..." "Jan Verbeek is much more than a colleague." "Jan is the only one who gave me a second chance." "Without him I'd be on the street or in hospital or in prison." "I'd have stolen that camera by now." "What?" "Is that funny?" "If it's not funny, then don't laugh." "OK?" "OK." "Jan is more than my chief." "He is like a father to me." "I've heard some people say Jan Verbeek is racist." "He's not." "Let me make myself clear, Jan is not a racist." "Jan just says it like it is." "It's true the Moroccan community is a source of problems." "You can't deny it." "I'm from the Moroccan community myself, I know what it's like." "No." "Jan has my vote." "I believe in Jan." "OK?" "Alright?" "Thank you." "Hold on, one more thing." "What is your name?" "Dries." "Driss." "D R I S S?" "No, D R I E S. A Flemish name." "OK." "He really wasn't happy." "Can I..." "Oh no." "Here we go." "Your attention please." "It is time to hand over a really heavy present." "Oh." "From Ruud for Jan." "I don't believe it." "It has been specially framed..." "They thought they'd aimed at his heart." "At his heart." "They didn't know Jan hasn't got a heart." "They didn't know Jan hasn't got a heart." "He hasn't got a heart." "No." "Is that the original?" "It's the original, framed." "You just chipped it out." "Ugly or what?" "Yes, but... it is for you." "Yes, true." "There's another present." "Dries?" "Another one?" "Yes, here." "Here's another present." "It's like it's my birthday." "Here." "Oh, that must be a bottle of wine." "Well, I wonder..." "Seriously?" "A Dutch-Arabic dictionary." "The worst selling book in the world." "Idiot." "Honestly, lad." "What's that all about?" "Come here." "I need to speak to you." "Later." "Later." "It's party time now." "We're going to have fun." "Later..." "Here..." "May I have your attention?" "Hey!" "May I have your attention, please?" "Our colleagues from Charleroi just called." "Really?" "Yes, they'd like to congratulate us on this evening's "successful" operation." "They also asked if we can get our radios repaired as soon as possible." "So we can at least inform them next time we enter their territory." "As your new police chief I plan to make a few changes." "One is that the camera in the interview room will be working again from now on." "OK, fine." "Alright." "So I'd like to point out..." "What camera?" "That the camera in the interview room will be working again from now on." "OK?" "Yeah, yeah." "Right." "And now we have arrived at the real reason for this evening." "Those who know me know how much respect I've always had for my predecessor." "Can I ask you to join me, Mr Jan Verbeek?" "Thank you." "It's with handshakes and everything." "Yes, we're going to do it properly." "Really?" "Yes, properly." "Right then." "May I ask you for your gun and badge?" "You may." "I suppose I'd better give them to you." "There you are." "Don't break your nails, eh?" "I'll manage." "This is the best day of my life." "Really?" "Then you must have led a very miserable life." "Eh?" "Mr Jan Verbeek." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Dear friends..." "Dear friends and Mrs Mertens, the new police chief, handing in my badge and gun doesn't mean I am no longer a cop." "Once a cop." "Always a cop." "Once a cop." "Always a cop." "Exactly." "And a seat in parliament won't change that." "OK?" "I started here 25 years ago." "I was your age, Dries." "I was as old as you." "We've shared our joys and sorrows." "Celebrated Christmas and New Year together." "You..." "You are my family." "It may sound a bit pathetic but... it's true." "It really is." "And I'm proud... proud of what we've achieved together in recent years." "Proud to have been your chief." "I am." "But I want you to know that I'm not going to abandon you." "If it's up to me, and it's my turn now, it's over, starting tomorrow." "No more ministers who promise more cops on the streets and then cut our budget behind our back." "It's over." "It's over." "OK?" "No more judges who are always much harder on us than on the criminals." "Yes." "Yeah?" "And no more..." "no more political appointments." "Those innovators who say from behind their desk how a cop must behave on the street." "That's over too." "A real cop." "It's over." "That'll do." "Behind their..." "Ruud, that'll do." "Thank you." "Dear friends, for years we've asked politics to take an interest in the police." "Well, from tomorrow onwards the police are taking an interest in politics." "Thanks, my friends." "Now we're going to have a drink and party." "Let's go for it!" "Jan?" "Hey, pal, where are you?" "Aren't you going to have a drink with us?" "Party's not over yet." "Jan?" "Ruud." "I'm going to get a drink." "Goddammit." "That was in the informer's pocket." "Has anyone else seen this photo?" "No one?" "No one." "I have to be sure no one else has seen it." "They haven't." "OK." "Keep this to yourself, OK?" "Jan?" "Are you going to tell me anything or what?" "Trust me." "Mr Verbeek?" "Mr Verbeek?" "HOSPITAL" "Chief." "Exchief." "Where is he?" "OK." "May I?" "Yeah, yeah." "Dammit." "Come on, Dries." "Dries?" "Listen carefully." "Go to the hospital as quickly as possible and make sure all CCTV images disappear." "Hurry." "Get rid of them." "No questions, just do as I say." "Get here as fast as you can." "I wasn't here." "OK?" "OK?" "How do you know Carole?" "How do you know Carole?" "Is she your mother?" "Did she send you?" "How old?" "How old are you?" "How old are... you?" "Shit." "Not now." "Mr Verbeek?" "No, no, no, no." "Mr Verbeek?" "Fuck." "Go away, pal." "Get off my car." "Mr Verbeek?" "Jan Verbeek." "Fucking hell!" "What are you doing here?" "I was in the area and heard the radio." "Shame you didn't come a bit earlier." "Maybe I'd be lying next to him then." "If the doctor says it's OK, I want to question Ozgür." "The CCTV system is broken." "No images have been recorded for the last 24 hours." "Listen carefully, you bastard." "If you want to get out of here, do exactly what I say." "The police chief wasn't here, OK?" "You haven't seen or heard him." "I've deleted all the CCTV images, so no one will contradict you." "Someone knocked you out." "You don't know who and you don't know how." "I saw the police chief." "What are you going to say?" "You don't remember anyone, OK?" "I've got one question." "Why didn't you kill the informer right away?" "I want to know who screwed me." "My two brothers are dead." "And I want to know why you're helping me." "You were injured." "You went to AE for treatment." "Someone knocked you out there." "You didn't see who it was." "Is that your statement?" "Yes." "It's strange it's in the same hospital where an officer was stabbed to death and where there's an informer you shot." "Shall we take a look at the CCTV images?" "I've got time." "You and I can watch them together." "Here." "Only just posted and already watched 1,230 times." "Mr Verbeek?" "Mr Verbeek?" "I want to see him." "OK." "Oh, fuck." "Police Chief Verbeek?" "Yes, exPolice Chief." "Can you turn that torch off?" "Sure." "May we know what you're doing here at this time of night?" "I'm having a rest." "In a car park?" "Yes, in a car park." "Don't start, chief." "What's your problem?" "Control, can you put me through to Police Chief Mertens, please?" "Police Chief Mertens?" "We've got him." "Yeah, yeah, he's here with us." "OK, fine." "Mr Verbeek, I'll have to ask you to come with us." "You've been reported." "What?" "For a hit and run." "There's an APB out on you." "I'm not leaving my car here on its own." "He says he doesn't want to leave his car here." "Just because you are an ex-police chief doesn't mean you can..." "Tell that bastard of a colleague of yours to calm down." "That'll do." "Got it out of your system now?" "I'm not leaving my car here." "It's fine here." "Get out and come with us." "Hey!" "Listen carefully, you clown." "You drive in front of me in your van and I'll follow you." "That's how we'll do it." "Calm down." "Calm down." "I apologize." "Good morning." "Hi, how are you?" "Right." "It's rather strange a report of a hit and run ends up here, isn't it?" "I insisted I be allowed to question you." "Seriously?" "Yeah." "What an honour." "What was all that about?" "So worked up?" "That's not the great Jan Verbeek we know." "I'm not used to so much attention." "You'll get used to it, Jan." "I want to know why you knocked over that journalist." "What happened before that?" "Something must have to make you freak out." "And decide to spend all night in a car park..." "What is all this?" "Am I here about a hit and run or something else?" "You left here around half past two last night?" "I don't know." "Didn't look at the time." "And it's a 10, 15-minute drive home." "You know the way." "But you only got home at 4 o'clock." "Like I said, I didn't look at the time." "Tell me where you went, Jan." "I just took my time." "Drove around a bit." "Antwerp by night is fantastic." "Right." "I'll tell you." "You drove to the hospital." "Sorry?" "~ Eh?" "What, eh?" "Take it easy." "Your failed operation in Charleroi, your very last." "People are killed, injured and Ozgür gets away from you." "I know you." "You don't let something like that go." "You went to the hospital again to question the informer and then what happened?" "The officer by his door was stabbed." "Did you see it?" "What?" "Yes." "Philippe was stabbed." "Is he dead?" "Stabbed ten times." "It was fatal." "When I look at the CCTV images what am I going to see?" "Haven't you looked?" "No." "There aren't any." "CCTV was out of order." "Strange, isn't it?" "Yeah, well." "It can happen, eh?" "You seem to be a big fan of CCTV cameras, eh?" "You aren't, are you?" "No." "I'm not photogenic." "No, I can see." "It must be annoying, now you're about to enter politics." "But don't worry, Jan. Even like that you'll find idiots who'll vote for you." "Hey." "I haven't finished." "Mr Verbeek is expected elsewhere." "What?" "The guy who ended upon his bonnet has withdrawn his complaint so..." "If you get elected, I'm moving abroad." "I'll gladly pay for your plane tickets." "For you and all your family." "We have to go to the hospital." "That guy didn't just drop it." "You have to go and apologize." "Jan, we haven't got time for this." "Two minutes." "The media are waiting for you there." "Hold on a minute." "Jan?" "Didn't you hear?" "Two minutes." "Go and have a piss or something." "Toilet is there." "What was all that?" "What else d'you know about the informer?" "It's a sad story." "He's a bit of pitiful figure." "He's not a bad lad but..." "his mother was a heroin addict." "Ended up as a prostitute." "His father was never there." "Apparently his fault the mother started taking drugs." "An awful story, eh?" "Really sad." "Really..." "Charleroi." "Are you OK?" "He went to the hospital." "I'm absolutely sure of it." "His hand was all grazed." "He was hurt." "But he seemed genuinely surprised when I said Philippe had been stabbed so there is something... something I'm overlooking and I don't know what." "I can get a trace put on his mobile phone." "Jan Verbeek, future minister." "Do you know an examining magistrate who'd give us permission?" "I don't think so." "Give me an hour." "You're not going to start too, Johan?" "One hour..." "No." "And I can put him in a cell." "No." "I was appointed to do things differently from Verbeek." "We follow the rules." "Then he'll become a minister." "I know." "Minister Jan Verbeek." "It'll take some getting used to." "We're going to the hospital, eh?" "That bastard just jumped on my car." "Just apologize and it's done with." "Otherwise it will haunt you until the elections." "OK, quickly then." "No, not quickly." "What is more important than the elections at this moment in time?" "What happened?" "Whatever you did, I'll sort it out." "That's my job." "It's all just a bit much at the moment, OK?" "You're not stressed, are you?" "What will you do during the debates?" "They'll eat you alive." "Look, Jan. I think you need to learn to control yourself." "OK?" "Keep your head and show everyone you are a responsible person." "That's it." "OK." "OK." "Good morning." "Thank you." "Thank you that so many of you came." "Jan would like to offer his apologies and, above all, clarify what happened during this very unfortunate incident." "OK?" "OK." "What's going on?" "Will he also apologize if there are no cameras?" "Right." "Uh..." "Just a moment." "YES." "My apologies." "I'm sorry." "I'm not really used to journalists being outside my door so..." "It's no excuse but I was tired and I overreacted, so... once again, my heartfelt apologies." "OK?" "OK." "Right." "Right." "Then I hope that is an end to this unfortunate incident." "Is it already on YouTube?" "Absolutely." "It will be viewed lots more times there than in all your newspapers together." "Jan?" "Jan?" "Jan?" "Have you seen Jan Verbeek?" "Jan Verbeek, a tall guy?" "Yes or no?" "Yes or no?" "Dries?" "I haven't got time now, Dries." "I'll explain later." "Do you trust me?" "We've been after Ozgür for years, now you're protecting him." "Why?" "I asked you if you trust me." "Just explain to me, Jan." "OK, keep those images." "Right." "I'll explain later, OK?" "Is that Jan?" "No." "Jan is no longer a member of this force." "If I find out you've passed on any information you're out there and then." "OK?" "OK." "You're a very good cop, Dries." "And loyalty is a great quality but you need to know who to be loyal to." "Come on, we're going to Charleroi." "What for?" "I want to go to that informer's flat and then to that lab." "I can't come, I..." "You can." "I want to keep an eye on you." "I need to finish my report." "My name is Axel Bastin." "I am Police Chief Jan Verbeek's son." "This is my fucking will." "Ii all goes well Jan Verbeek is now dead and so am I." "My name is Axel Bastin and this is my fucking will." "That son of a bitch drove my mother to drugs, it's his fault she took them." "He didn't want her to have me, wanted her to have an abortion." "He didn't want me." "He drove her to drugs." "He did." "Jan Verbeek, Flander's big hero." "My name is Axel Bastin and this is my fucking will." "My mother had no choice." "All she could do..." "All she could do was work as a whore." "That was all she could do." "I shouldn't have been born with withdrawal symptoms." "This son of a bitch wanted otherwise." "Police Chief Jan Verbeek." "Dad." "You killed her with your dick and heroin." "Bastard." "And I promise you, Dad..." "I promise you you won't have a nice death." "I promise you you won't be killed by a bullet in your head, Dad." "I promise you I have thought of everything." "This is what will kill you." "If I could, I'd rip you to shreds like a dog myself." "It has nothing to do with politics or anything." "It has nothing to do with that." "He killed my mother." "He let my mother die." "He didn't give a fuck about..." "Here on the right." "OK." "My name is Axel Bastin, Police Chief Jan Verbeek's son and this is my fucking will." "My name is Axel Bastin, Police Chief Jan Verbeek's son and this is my fucking will." "The great Police Chief Jan Verbeek." "The hero Police Chief Jan Verbeek." "Knowing he's alive drives me crazy, it drives me insane." "Knowing he's breathing makes me sick." "I swear..." "I, Axel Bastin, swear he will be found in bits." "My name is Axel Bastin and this is my fucking will." "The only party that says it like it is." "The only party that is fighting for your safety." "The VPV is your party." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Where is Jan?" "Jan is fine." "I thought you were keeping an eye on him." "Yeah." "Look for him." "Find him." "Find him." "OK." "OK?" "It's the election congress tomorrow." "And our greatest asset is God knows where." "Find him, Ruben." "Mr Hendrickx." "Yes?" "Jan will be there tomorrow." "I promise." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely." "Absolutely?" "OK." "Excuse me, sir." "Hello." "Hello." "I'm looking for my son." "Hold on." "Hold on." "This is him." "He's a bit older now." "Haven't seen him." "No?" "No." "I'm not from here." "Oh, OK." "Sorry." "Bye." "It's not worth coming tomorrow." "I'm..." "I'm looking for my son." "Hold on." "This is him." "He's a drug addict." "He's got problems." "So..." "Help me." "Please." "Which drugs does he take?" "Heroin." "And he lives in Charleroi?" "Yes." "What's his name?" "Axel." "Axel." "Axel." "Do you know him?" "I know everyone." "It's not far." "Behind the warehouse." "With a bit of luck we'll find him there." "Dries." "Dammit, Jan. About time you answered." "I've lost him." "Who?" "That informer?" "Left here." "Yes, I have to find him." "Shit." "Jan, is that you?" "Fuck." "Jan, you're heading straight for us." "She mustn't see me." "Distract her." "Now!" "Chief?" "Yes." "Everything OK?" "Hold on." "I want you to know you can count on me." "OK." "Seriously." "I'm totally motivated and loyal and everything." "My friendship with Jan won't get in the way of us working together." "I want things to go well between us." "If you're going to declare your love for me every day, that's great." "Let's go in." "Turn right here and we're there." "That yellow door on the first floor." "Looking for something?" "No, nothing." "Nothing?" "What do you do when you are looking for something?" "Is this what you're looking for?" "Give here." "No." "Definitely not." "Go in with that and you'll get killed." "Those guys are nuts." "We'll just talk to them." "It'll be tine." "Give that to me." "Really, you'll blow it and you'll end up in prison." "Have you ever fired a gun?" "I've been shot before." "Thanks to guys like you playing cowboy." "You'll ruin your life and your son's." "It'll turn into a bloodbath, I can't allow you to do that." "You're a good guy, don't do anything stupid." "First floor?" "Yes, first floor." "Son of a bitch." "You're doing that to me?" "I help you and you do that to me?" "You don't know me." "I know me." "Manu is crazy, Manu is..." "You jerk with a gun." "This guy watches too many films." "You need to calm down." "You need to calm down." "You're in Charleroi." "Come on." "I'll do the talking." "Put that away." "I'll do it." "We're just going to talk." "Nico, it's Manu." "Who?" "Manu." "How's things?" "If it's for money for your street kids, forget it!" "No, I haven't come about that." "I promise." "Open the door." "It's too far to the door, come back tomorrow." "Nico, open the door." "Tomorrow." "Nico, is there a guy in there with you called Axel?" "I'm here with his father." "The guy's going berserk." "Have you seen his kid or not?" "Let him go and we'll leave you alone." "Go on, open it." "Who's this?" "It's OK." "Nico." "Sir." "Is that him or not?" "Yes." "Do we know each other?" "No." "Have we met before?" "No, no." "Axel?" "Axel?" "Help me." "I never forget a face." "Axel?" "Your father is here for you." "He loves you very much." "Manu?" "Yes." "Do you know who you brought with you?" "No." "Police Chief Jan Verbeek from Antwerp Drugs Brigade." "Don't move." "Or I'm a dead man." "You did a lot of damage, Police Chief." "No filming." "Give me that laptop." "Give me that laptop." "Do what he says." "You're crazy." "Chief?" "Fingerprints and blood." "Axel, come here." "Let's go." "D'you think you can just leave?" "I've got friends who'd gladly turn gay just so they can bugger you." "Lots of them." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." "Do you really think I came here by myself?" "Do you think I'm crazy?" "Definitely." "Oh yeah?" "Sorry, I just need to..." "Cut the comedy." "You're not a police chief anymore." "He thinks we can't watch Flemish TV stations here in Charleroi." "Hello, Jan. Hello, chief." "Get ready to come in." "What?" "Why are you speaking French?" "He just wants to take his son." "There are four of them." "Give him his son and he'll go." "You mean that vegetable?" "Yes, it's full of drugs." "What are you up to?" "Listen." "We're at that so-called drugs lab." "We've found a mobile phone." "Take him and get out of here." "I never want to see you again." "Thanks." "A yellow phone?" "Speak French, you." "How do you know?" "Strange." "There's only one number in it." "Dad." "Speak French." "Wait." "I want to understand what you say." "Don't make a call with it." "Don't." "Hey, hey, hey, calm down, Jan. I don't understand." "Call Bomb Disposal." "Speak French." "Shut up." "Speak French or I'll shoot you." "Shut up, I said." "Shut up." "Shut up." "Dries, please." "Call Bomb Disposal." "Now." "There's a bomb." "Come on, Dries." "Answer your phone." "Come on." "Come on, come on, you're alive, you're alive." "Please, answer your phone, Dries." "Come on, Dries, answer your phone." "Come on." "I've been trying to call you for ages." "Call me back, Dries, please." "I want to hear your voice." "I want to know you're alive." "Call me back." "OK?" "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Dries." "You've no idea how happy I am to hear your voice." "Leen and Ruud are dead." "Johan is fighting for his life." "They don't know if he'll make it." "Jan?" "That bomb was meant for me." "It should have gone off yesterday." "That informer." "Is he with you?" "There weren't any drugs, Jan. There was no lab." "The guy used Ozgür to lure us here." "We're screwed, Jan." "Who is he?" "Who is that guy?" "Doesn't matter." "The guy needs to be eliminated or we're in deep trouble." "I'll kill him, Jan. No, it's my responsibility." "I'll kill him, I swear I will." "I'll do it for you." "I just need to pull myself together, then I'll come and help get rid of the body." "Where are you?" "Beauregard Gosselies Hotel." "OK, I'll come there." "Axel?" "Come on." "Mr Herman Hendrickx, chairman of the VPV, is still here with us." "Mr Hendrickx, what is your reaction to the tragic events of this afternoon?" "Nine people, nine people who were very valuable members of our society and who we lost in the fight against crime and terrorism." "It means current policy has failed yet again and a much more repressive approach is urgently required." "The VPV is the only party to offer an appropriate response and the coming elections will enable us to turn these measures into law." "Lost some very good colleagues." "Friends, in fact." "Very good friends with whom he worked very closely for years..." "Jan, where are you?" "Ruben, I want to make a statement." "I want to appear live on the programme." "You can't." "The chairman is on it." "I want to appear live on the programme." "I know who is behind it." "I've been told we have ex-Police Chief Jan Verbeek on the line." "He wants to talk to us live on air." "Good evening, Mr Verbeek." "Hello." "Good evening." "Good evening." "My condolences, Jan." "Mr Verbeek, apparently you have some important information about this afternoon's tragic events." "Yes." "I..." "I know who is responsible for the attack." "You mean the attack in Charleroi?" "So you're confirming it was an attack?" "Yes." "Can you tell us more?" "Mr Verbeek, can you still hear us?" "Hello." "Yes." "Hello." "I..." "The bomb was meant for me." "Pardon?" "I'm responsible for the attack." "Mr Verbeek?" "We seem to have lost him." "We will try to get him back on the line." "Meanwhile, your initial reaction, Mr Hendrickx." "He's my son." "Look." "What Jan said..." "I don't give a fuck." "I walked out on his mother when she was pregnant." "I don't give a fuck." "He's my son." "What about me?" "Do you know what they call me in my neighbourhood?" "Go ahead, what?" "Dries." "I'm listening." "Dries." "A traitor." "A sellout. 'Traitor'." "He's my son." "And in the force." "D'you think I don't know I'm still the "sand monkey" to the others?" "I didn't care about that." "I wanted to be like the great Jan Verbeek." "Dries." "I've only got one son." "And you're going to leave him alone." "Dries." "Dries?" "Dries?" "No, no, no." "Calm down, Dries." "Calm down." "Take it easy." "We can talk about it, Dries." "Fuck you." "No, no, no, no." "Thank you." "Can I do anything for you?" "Do you need anything?" "Sleep." "You can sleep when you're dead." "Come here." "We're sort all that out." "No one will notice anything." "And then put your Hugo Boss on." "As a favour to me." "OK?" "OK." "People are waiting for you." "Salaam alaikum." "It's free." "Thank you." "I don't want any problems." "Just drink your coffee and go." "People like you aren't welcome in here." "Or even in the neighbourhood." "Just drink your coffee and then don't come back in here again." "Have you got a cigarette?" "Keep them." "Your speech is all on the teleprompter." "OK?" "There's no need to worry." "Jan Verbeek is much more than a colleague." "He is..." "In life you get chances." "Jan is the only one who gave me a chance." "Without him I would be on the street or in hospital or in prison." "I would have stolen that camera by now." "Jan is more than my chief." "He is like a father to me." "It's hard, eh?" "Some people say Jan Verbeek..." "That's why we do it." "No, no, no." "Let me make myself clear." "Jan is not a racist." "Jan just says it like it is, OK?" "It's true the Moroccan community is a source of problems." "You can't deny it." "I'm from the Moroccan community myself." "I know what it's like." "Jan has my vote." "I believe in Jan." "My dear friends, specially for you here today, the man you have all been waiting for, for your safety, Mr Jan Verbeek." "CRIMINALITY IS STILL ON THE INCREASE IN FLANDERS." "THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT I, PERSONALLY, AND ON BEHALF OF THE VPV..." "I..." "No." "Police Chief Leen Mertens," "Inspector Ruud Van de Walle," "Inspector Johan De..." "No." "Dries, no..." "Dries." "Dries." "Don't." "Don't." "My dear colleagues, I have come to appeal to your sense of solidarity with the entire population and... with one person in particular." "A great man." "A leader in the fight for the preservation of our democratic rights and obligations." "A friend." "But, above all, a man who was the salt of the earth." "A man, a word." "Honest." "Loyal." "Forthright." "I have to talk about the Verbeek law that is being voted on today." "About the law that so much has been said and written about, ladies and gentlemen of the press." "The Verbeek law is said to be an attack on our privacy." "The Verbeek law is authoritarian, tyrannical, repressive." "In short, the Verbeek law is practically fascistic." "But before you cast your vote, let me ask you something else." "If you think everything is fine in this country, if you think it's normal that citizens and politicians are murdered on our streets by extremists." "If you think the integration system works well, if you think there are no problems with any community, then spit on Jan Verbeek's grave and vote against this law." "Thank you."