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Congratulations.

Due to his excellent achievements...

Two has become the first

in your group to become a Master.

Coming?

Work hard, everyone,

Seriously?

Even you are better.

Sh*t, man.

- Want to become a Master that badly?

I don't know about you, but wherever I went

it was pretty f***ing much the same.

Criminal stamped on my forehead.

Here, we get a real chance, OK?

What did they get you for?

Fighting?

And what's your coach teaching you?

It's mostly self-defense...

- Louis...

First they get us for something,

then they teach us to get better at it.

That's weird.

- Why don't you just go home.

This is a prison.

- Listen, buddy...

...I know what prisons look like

and I can tell you that this isn't one.

Sh*t.

What are you doing here?

Same as you.

Now what?

Come on.

Shouldn't you get some sleep?

The Masters...

They're leaving.

You see?

That doesn't happen in prison.

Slowpoke.

Let's try it again...

Escaping together,

but properly this time.

How about you learn to fight first?

Well, well.

The first Master. Right?

Where were you

these past few days, huh?

I saw you were allowed off the compound.

What were you doing?

Nothing.

I have no time for you guys.

What the f***...

Huh? How did you do that?

- DNS spoofing.

DNS spoofing? That's impossible.

Those addresses are encrypted.

Encrypted data

Sam...

Don't.

Don't. I mean it.

What are you doing here, actually?

We all have to contribute to society.

- Seriously?

You don't buy that yourself, do you?

- I only know what I can teach you.

This is a prison.

And it's all wrong. You know that too.

- I know nothing.

So it seems.

DNS spoofing, right?

That won't work anymore.

It's not clear yet what caused the explosion

in the government building.

But it was definitely a targeted attack.

The damage, caused by the explosion,

has increased to a few million.

The police expects that the perpetrator is

to be found in the left-wing radical groups.

The resistance groups seem to look...

...for more violent forms of protest,

nowadays, to clarify their ideas.

Prime Minister Sassen has stated

not to be deterred by these terrorists.

This country is still governed

by ourselves.

Our values, not those

of a handful of terrorists.

This is the time for all Dutch people

to rally around their leader.

Only that will stop the terror.

Alright, listen...

The government building was...

I know of a way to get around

the electronic lock.

But then I will need that glass.

So if you can cause some kind

of a diversion...

No problem.

So, ladies and gentlemen,

are you enjoying yourselves?

Eight.

Shut up and get down.

- I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

- Shut up.

Keep your hands off me.

- Calm down.

Whatever you're planning to do...

I'm in.

- And?

- Easy-peasy.

Where did you get that all that sh*t?

- Two's lab.

And you know how it all works?

How do you know?

- Internet.

Of course.

Done.

All right.

What the f***!

Tonight. OK?

- Tonight.

Hey.

Jesus.

Tonight we're out of here.

Nice.

- You want to leave too, don't you?

What are you listening to?

Just something from the old days.

Can I listen?

What kind of music is this?

- I said from the old days.

Sorry. Let me listen.

My mother used to sing this for me.

You don't need to comfort me, OK?

Well...

I do, don't I?

One moment you smash

everything to pieces...

...and the next you're weeping

like a little girl.

Anyway, look at me:

I talk and I talk and I talk.

I open my mouth

and all that comes out is bullshit.

I think the music is beautiful.

I'm just teasing you...

"because I think, or actually feel

that you're very...

...very special.

Honestly. Never mind.

- Weirdo.

I know.

Don't get any ideas.

We kissed.

What?

- Yeah.

It was...

OK.

OK?

Show me.

- No.

It's just getting exciting.

Hand it over.

No.

Hand it over.

- No.

I said:
Hand it over.

Your name is Lara.

Lara?

Yeah, I think it's a weird name too.

Don't get any ideas.

Lara.

F***...

Come on.

Where are you going?

Where are we?

No idea.

I thought we were going to escape.

- Not without Lara.

Sam?

F***!

What the f*** is going on here?

Surgery successful.

Side effects:
slight.

Headache. No hemorrhages.

Four:
Implanted.

Internal hemorrhages.

Vaccinations. Heavy hemorrhages.

Third procedure.

Deceased. Chip rejected.

What is all this?

- Lara.

Number 8.

Chip 8 definite.

We have to leave.

Lara!

- Sam...

Come on. Let's go. Now.

Holy sh*t.

It's Sassen.

There are...

- There are results, I know.

But this project has two sides:

Chaos and the resulting control.

What did you think of the explosion?

- Spectacular and effective.

But we said:
No victims.

Well...

Well... That guy was the father

of two children. His throat was slit.

I want everything executed with complete

perfection. That's what I mean by control.

Is that clear?

- Mr. Sassen, may I show you something?

The Masters blew up

the government building.

That's where they were going.

Why would Sassen blow up

his own building?

What does Sassen want?

Security, control.

Stricter laws to monitor us.

But those laws won't be implemented

without the population's support.

May I present to you...

This is our latest acquisition.

I'd say, go ahead.

Do you smoke?

- No.

From now on you do.

Stub it out.

On your arm.

Again.

That's enough.

The demonstration is over.

Says who?

- It's clear.

Is there a problem, Willem?

You disagree with me again?

I'll wait outside.

Everything under control?

- Of course. Don't worry.

De Geer won't stand in our way

anymore soon.

Is their memory loss permanent?

Even if someone would remember

something, it will be vague and incoherent.

In fact, you'll just have a confused teen,

once a criminal...

...who'll claim he had to commit

an assault in your name.

No one will believe it.

This is the sewer

that controls all the chips.

What are you doing?

- I'll try to turn off her chip.

What?

- Marit.

We have to get out of here. Now.

Now. Let's go.

Sam, come on.

Sam, now what?

- Back to our room.

Listen, that chick of yours is gone,

destroyed.

So will we if we don't leave now.

- Do what you want.

I'm staying.

Lara...

What are you doing?

You've got a chip in your head.

Feel it.

Feel it yourself.

Here. Listen, I wrote everything down.

Who I am. What happened that night.

Everything. Keep it safe.

If I turn out to be a zombie after all,

give it back to me. OK?

After all?

- I exchanged the chip meant for me...

...for an empty one,

but I have no idea what it will do.

Just for yourself?

Leave.

Seven...

Do you know why we lock

all the doors at night?

To prevent characters like you

from snooping around.

I like you Seven.

I think you'll do great here.

Have you spoofed a DNS lately?

Your nose...

Sam?

Sam?

OK... Finish this. I'll be right back.

Sam?

You're right.

I'm a coward.

And I'm sorry.

Hey, man.

Do you know who I am?

Number 11. You're number 11.

Athletic, a good boxer.

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