Rundskop
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- 2011
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Sometimes in a man's life,
stuff happens that makes everyone go quiet,
so quiet that no one
Not to anyone, not even to themselves.
Not in their head and not out loud.
Not a f***ing word. 'Cause everything
here, deep in the fields, under the
trees and leaves, year after year.
hen suddenly it all comes back,
just like that, from one day to the next.
No matter how long ago it was,
there will always be someone
to bring it all back.
Because no matter what you do or think,
one thing is for sure...
you're always f***ed.
Now, tomorrow, next week, or next year,
until the end of time,
f***ed.
LIMBURG, BELGIUM
What's this I've been hearing?
ou're refusing to have ur cows?
It's a bit late fr that.
ou dn't have a say in it anymore.
ou d what we tell you to do.
ou use our prducts
when we say so.
ou take yur animals to my uncle
when we say so.
ou're lucky that your father
knew my father, pal!
When I get home, I wanna hear
Got it?
ou will only sell yur bulls to him,
and at his price.
BULLED:
ZEEBRUGGE, BELGIU
Marc. Leon.
- Which one is it?
- he white one. Open it.
hat's fine. Put that one in my boot
and the rest in the truck.
nd get a move n.
Guys!
he rest in the truck!
Diederik, call me.
Marc De Kuyper is unable
to take your call right now.
Come inside with Granny.
ello, Jacky.
i, br.
- New wheel trims?
- Not bad, eh?
- hey Ik expensive.
- Nope.
hey were a bargain.
- ow much?
- 600.
- Where did you get them?
- From David.
- David?
- David, the Walloon.
ow are things?
What's happened to yu?
- Been playing football...
- What's with the suit?
Smart, isn't it?
nd I can afford it.
- hat's the androstendione?
- eah.
alf an hour after injecting it, it's gone.
N trace of it. Nothing.
Animals fattened
- And 10 percent fatter. Ching, ching.
- Sunds good.
They don't even have it
in the "ormonic States f merica."
- e's n his way.
Okay, I'll call you back later. Bye.
ey, Eddy!
Going to the moon r something?
Stieve. Jacky.
he slaughterhouse
was packed again.
- Uncle Eddy, Sam has a prpsition.
- Shoot.
I talked to a former partner of mine
from West Flanders.
A client of his, arc De Kuyper,
is looking for a new supplier.
But I can't do it alone,
so I'm looking fr some help.
Why is West Flanders
suddenly interested in us?
Limburg is a long way away, and maybe
West Flanders is not enough for him.
- What do you think, Jacky?
- Let me know when, Sam.
- Okay. All right.
WAREMME, BELGIUM
Well?
Go on. Those Walloons dn't understand
a f***in' wrd we say.
It wasn't easy, Richter. Daems fught back.
I had to put five bullets in him.
- Where's the restroom?
- uh?
- Where are the toilets?
- Over there in the corner.
- Are these the riginal wheel trims?
- es, we stole it like this.
hese are the original wheel trims.
Right, David? David?
- We stle it like this.
- Yeah, yeah, we stole it like this.
here's the rest. 1,500 euros.
Listen up, my friends. his car needs
to disappear. N screwing up.
- DisWa-ppear.
- I understand . Disappear.
- All right, let's get going.
- Boss! Yu're forgetting your box.
No, no. It's a gift
frm my employer.
- ey, Christian!
- What is this crap? A steak?
- Christian!
- What?
- A hle.
- Yeah, he was an a**hole.
- No. here. That's a bullet hole.
- What?
hat's a bullet hole.
Damn, yu're right.
Of course I'm right.
hat's a bullet hole.
A policeman investigating the illegal use
of hormones was murdered last night.
Gilbert Daems was hit
by a number of bullets.
It's thought that he was forced off
the road not far from his house.
- Jacky? Where are you?
- ere.
Get dwn from there.
ou're wanted on the phone.
- What is it?
- It's Uncle Eddy.
- o.
- urn the television on! Quick!
he news, yeah.
It is now thought that Daems
may have fired back at his killers.
There is no trace of the killers,
but they are likely to be members
of the hormone mafia underworld.
Are there any reasons
why Daems was targeted?
F***, f***, f***, f***!
David? David?
I'm over here!
It's Daems.
It's him. I knew it.
- hey've killed a cop!
- ow d you know?
It's not the first time I've wrked
- I didn't know.
- You never know anything.
hey're all mafia.
Far-right Flemish natinalists, too.
Fascists, all f them.
F*** those damn Flemish!
- But how can you be s sure?
- Do I have to draw you a map?
The night that cop's shot, those tw
bring us a car with a bullet hole in it.
Even if I'm wrong,
I'm not taking any chances.
Not fr those Flemish bastards.
Watch your steak!
- What are we gonna do?
- We're gonna dump that f***in' car.
We don't want anything to do with this.
Make it disappear, my ass!
- See no evil, hear n evil.
- See what?
See no evil, hear no evil.
We're gonna dump that car
on their own f***in' patch in Flanders.
- We'll wash our hands f it.
- old on, hold on, hld on.
- The police will find that car.
- Use your head! hat's the whole point!
S, what if they find a stolen car?
No one'll think it was used fr a murder.
- We've got a problem.
- What problem?
- The tires.
- What tires?
he riginal tires.
- Oh, yeah. Sh*t!
- Yeah! Who should use their head now?
If they ever find out those
aren't the original tires, we'll...
I say we dump it in the canal.
hat'd be kay.
hat would be okay?
Are you out of your mind?
Driving it 30 km and risking someone
seeing us dump it in the canal?
S, let's get them back.
Let's get them back.
- You see? With a bit of effrt...
- What?
our steak is burning!
See that?
e hasn't got what it takes.
- ello.
- arc.
See that? e hasn't got it yet.
e hasn't gt it yet.
WES FLANDERS, BELGIU
- You're nw n the Limburg cnnection.
- Limburg?
You can jin us for lunch,
but keep yur mouth shut, okay?
Keep your eyes and ears open.
See that? hat's not right, is it?
Lk at him jump, guys.
here, look. There.
- Who are they?
- Sam Raymond, a vet...
and a cnnection of his
from Limburg.
- What's the name again?
- Jacky. Jacky Vanmarsenille.
Jacky?
Vanmarsenille?
- arc, how are things?
- Fine.
Jacky Vanmarsenille. Len.
- Sam Raymond.
- Diederik.
Let's go get something to eat.
Limburg. I go there a lot.
he red-light district, right?
Do yu know the red-light district
along that main road?
- Do you know that red-light district?
- I've heard stories.
I bet he knws it. It's funny.
Everybody ding 30 km per hur.
No need fr speed cameras on ples there.
More like poles in your pants.
- What's up with him?
- I don't knw.
Just a mment.
- Something's not right.
- Don't worry so much.
I'll take care f it.
Just get on with it.
I'll call you later, okay?
My brther.
Why don't you g
and check n him?
Go and check on him, pal.
Jack.
I don't know you.
Do you know what's bugging me?
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