Cool Abdoul (2021) Movie Script
1
Where is he?
- Over there.
Where's the knife?
Where is it?
He fights with a knife,
and you punish my brother?
I didn't know he had a knife.
Come.
Not a word to Dad.
- Okay.
Dad.
- Thank you.
Ismail.
Hi Ron. Hey Dad.
Go.
Long jabs, long jabs.
Yes, that's it.
Don't stand too wide.
Guard up.
God damn it.
Let me see.
Stop.
He has a match later.
Come.
I've told you before
to get rid of that helmet.
Dad, don't worry.
He doesn't stand a chance.
It's not a deep cut.
I'll be fine, Mum.
Won't you stay for the match?
Just this once.
No.
- Just once.
I'm going now.
So...
All right.
Harder.
Harder, harder.
Good. Come on.
That's it!
Ladies and gents,
the outcome of this title match.
The winner, with a knock-out
from the red corner in the third round,
give it up for
the three-time Belgian champion:
the one and only Ismail 'Cool' Abdoul.
Good match. Good match.
Ismail.
- Yes?
You're in the newspaper.
You swear on God?
- I swear.
Brilliant, mate.
Cool, huh?
- It's amazing.
Can I ask you something?
You knew he was yours. You could
have KO'd him. So, why didn't you?
I knew I'd won. He's a good guy.
There was no need.
It's become too easy, right?
- Praise be to Allah.
Hey, Mike, everything all right?
- Fine, and you?
You're that boxer, right?
- Correct.
Congratulations. I read it in the paper.
- Thanks.
Go on inside.
Very few girls here.
We'll go to the Inferno.
Well, good luck.
- Just watch.
See you later.
Who's that guy?
- That's Mike. He's new here.
Hello.
Hey, Sylvie.
- Hi, Franky.
Did you win?
- I always win, Franky.
Didn't you hear me last time?
You're not coming in.
He's a three-time Belgian champion.
Belgian champion? In what?
In getting his face all busted?
Without girls, you don't get in.
- It's okay, they're with me, Franky.
You heard her, we're with her.
- Whoa, mate. No.
I didn't touch you.
- You're not coming in.
We're with her.
- Step back.
Franky, come on.
- What's your problem?
Let go. No, let him go.
I've got him.
- Shut up, you.
Stupid cops.
Is that to save money when you go out?
- No.
Athletics?
- Basketball.
No, no.
Come on, get out.
Ismail.
Is your name Ismail?
No, but I was there
when he got turned away.
Miss, if you had trouble
with guys like him every week,
would you still let him in?
Sit down. You'll get your turn later.
I'm glad to see you.
I happened to receive a complaint today.
From Glorieux.
Do you know that school, Glorieux?
I'll have to get a bigger binder
for your record soon.
My brother was threatened
with a knife at school, then beaten up.
And he's the only one who was punished.
And I'm called to account?
The whole class saw you threaten
a pupil and a teacher with a knife.
I only showed that man the knife.
You don't just barge into a classroom
and threaten someone,
or break someone's ribs
because he disagrees with you.
You're a boxing pro, and I can't keep
treating you as a simple street fighter.
You understand that, don't you?
- He didn't break his rib.
Once again, I've treated you
like an adolescent.
It's the only thing that works for you.
- Fucking bastard.
Nice to see you.
- How are you?
Fine. And you?
- Fine, thank you.
There he is, your son...
I promise you it won't happen again.
I'll let you go now.
- Thank you.
Thank you very much.
- No problem.
Let's go.
Bye.
And you did all of that
while wearing my jacket.
It's over. Done.
Ron, it's over.
But, Dad, those racists started it.
- It's always the others, never you.
What those racists do to you,
they did to me, too.
You have to rise above it.
Have the discipline...
I understand that, but you were
the one who brought me here, to Ron.
Azziz, come back tomorrow
so we can discuss it calmly.
I won't come back tomorrow.
Let's go.
I say no, no and no. Understood?
What did boxing do for me?
- Azziz...
What's your problem?
- Azziz.
He's not boxing any more.
What good has boxing done to me?
What did I get out of boxing? Nothing.
Do you want him to go through
the same things I went through?
I say no, no and no. Understood?
- Azziz, think of your heart.
I heard you want to box internationally.
Is that right?
Yes, why?
I have a proposition for you.
I'm looking for a bouncer
to assist me at weekends.
I know you don't drink
or do drugs.
That's why I want you at the door.
Your dad won't find out.
I won't say a word, you know that.
Brother, I understand your fear.
My wife is from Morocco. I understand
a few more words than salaam aleikum.
Thanks for the offer.
But I'm not going to be a bouncer.
- Hang on.
If you work the door,
I can help you go international.
Do you know Dennis from Antwerp?
I arranged all his European fights.
Before he came to me,
he only fought in small venues.
With me he fought in Rotterdam,
Lille and Paris. Go and talk to him.
The Belgian champion.
Congratulations.
- Thanks.
Fortunately, I can watch boxing
in my cell.
Are you in touch with Mike?
And? Will he help you?
That's what he says.
But you're on the fence?
I am.
In '93, I was the Belgian champion.
I defended the title four times.
It wasn't a challenge any more.
Then along came Mike.
DENNIS KNOCKS DOWN EUROPEAN
CHAMP IN FRONT OF HOME CROWD
I was there.
Did Mike organise that match?
What does he expect in return?
Mike bounced for all the big clubs
in the Netherlands.
We did them together.
Every four months, I had a big fight.
The money just came pouring in.
- Is that the reason you're in here?
You can do two things.
Keep boxing in the minor league,
against those Romanian lorry drivers.
Or you decide everything yourself.
Does your father know
you're here, Ismail?
Ismail.
Ronny...
What did you tell me when I
became the Belgian champion?
I said you were going to be a star.
- What else?
That we would aim
for the European title.
Salaam aleikum.
- Aleikum salaam.
A tajine with french fries.
- Ismail, how are you?
Water?
- Yes, thanks.
There we go.
The best of both worlds.
Thanks.
I've found a job.
- Really?
Where?
At the port.
They're going to teach me
how to operate a boom truck.
It's nights, though.
Good. I knew you had it in you.
Thank you.
- Good.
Good evening.
- Good evening.
Welcome.
- Thank you.
Enjoy.
- Thanks.
Hey.
- Here, take it.
See you tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.
Ah, so that's how you do it.
- You bet.
Wicked.
May I see your ID?
- What do you need my ID for?
To see if you're a big girl
or a little girl.
If you want to know my name, just ask.
What's your name?
- Sylvie Verstraete.
Sylvie. Nice name.
- Thank you.
I'm Ismail. Pleased to meet you.
- I knew that already, Ismail.
You know I can turn you away.
And are you going to?
Ladies.
- Hey.
Get out of here.
What's your problem?
I'm telling you to leave.
Oh fuck, I have to get up early.
- Why? What do you have to do?
I have a match.
- Will you be able to?
Of course. Even with a hangover,
I score three-pointers.
Where do you need to go?
- The other side of town.
Here, take my moped.
No, it's fine. I'll walk.
- Come on, take my moped.
Do you want to see me again?
I don't know.
Do you want to see me again?
Perhaps.
All right, since you ask so nicely.
Thanks. This one?
Where can I pick it up?
- Know where my gym RBC is?
No.
- Ottogracht 40.
Okay.
I know where that is.
Okay, have a good sleep.
It's not easy. Well, you know it...
- I'll be fine.
Bye.
- Bye.
Such a fuss.
Why aren't you coming to the club?
Hi.
Ron. It's been a while.
- Mike.
And, did you tell him yet?
What?
It's quite simple.
He wants to get ahead.
And I want to be his manager.
Are we looking for a manager?
We're ready to challenge someone at
the big meeting in Lille in two weeks.
For real? Who then?
Does your father know?
This guy.
Badoune? He's been fighting at
the European level for five years now.
I want a challenge, not a top bill.
Understand?
Badoune thinks Ismail is not a risk.
And that's how I pitched it.
It costs us almost nothing.
Coffee?
With milk.
- Fruit juice.
What does he want in exchange?
- I'm working as his bouncer.
Is this what you want?
Yes.
- Okay, but we're doing it my way.
Okay.
Coffee.
Listen, we'll work together.
For two matches. Two.
Clear enough.
Then we have an agreement.
- Good.
Keep your guard up.
Double.
Take your time.
Single.
And a jab. Bam. Yes.
Yes.
Hold on for a second.
I think you have a visitor.
Wow, you can train
after working all night.
I don't drink.
- Yes, I know. Mister Fristi boy.
You were chubby as a kid.
- You must have been a bully.
Here.
- Thanks.
Is that your dad?
Impressive man, isn't he?
I'm here thanks to him.
You look like him.
- Thanks.
Thanks.
Where are you playing?
In the Bourgoyen.
- Great, I'll come with you.
Yeah, right.
- Why not?
Just because.
What is it?
I don't want to talk about it.
It's embarrassing.
Come on, Sylvie.
Tell me.
Okay, but promise you won't judge me.
- Okay, I promise.
I'm on the bench.
Have been for a long time now.
Why won't he let you play?
- She.
She says I've lost my edge.
- Why does she say that?
I don't know.
Could it be because you go out
on Fridays?
You see? I knew it.
Sylvie.
If you really want something, go for it.
If you can choose between popping a pill
or playing a match, what will it be?
I thought you weren't going to judge me.
- It's only a question.
That was not a question.
Yes, it was.
Wow.
That looks great. Did you make that?
- Mate, I've had a work of art made.
We're going to hang them everywhere,
from Ghent to Lille.
Here, hand them out.
Hand them out?
- Bring all your fans.
For free?
What's that?
Did you really think I didn't know
you were training again?
Who paid for this?
I did, with my pay from the port.
- Already?
My boss is a boxing aficionado.
He gave me an advance.
We'll be there.
You're in the front row,
seats 4 and 5.
In France?
- Yes.
What's wrong?
They'll come. Focus on the fight.
Fight.
Guard.
Don't look, focus.
Focus on the match.
They haven't given you
any points so far.
You're dominating, but haven't scored.
- What?
It has to be a KO, Ismail.
You need a KO.
Hey, focus.
Coaches out.
Take his jabs until he opens up,
then knock him out.
Your father's not coming.
What do you want to tell him?
That you lost on points
or that you won with a KO?
No showing off.
Go for it.
Eight, nine, ten.
And the winner is
Ismail 'Cool' Abdoul.
LILLE, FRANCE - 1998
Well done, well done.
Call my parents.
Something's not right.
All right.
- Okay.
That was the best match
you've ever fought.
I just talked to the
the Amsterdam Boxing Gala matchmaker.
They need a challenger for Schaaf.
- Say that again. For Schaaf?
Schaaf? Oh, no.
No way.
- Why not?
It's way too soon.
That's in three weeks.
That's too soon for Ismail.
Is that how a Benelux champ
should defend his title?
Is that how you're going to be?
I'm still the one who decides.
Got it?
We're not leaving without a deal.
- Watch it, you, watch it.
Hello.
- Hi.
May I come in?
- Of course.
Okay. Hello. Sylvie.
- Mike.
Hello.
Excuse me.
It's for you.
Hello?
Everything is going to be fine.
May Allah have mercy on you, and
may you enter the gates of paradise.
How are you?
- I'm okay.
He was buried the way he wanted to be.
- That's good.
Oh, sorry.
I've already been to work.
- Already?
Gosh.
Burying him in his own country
wasn't cheap.
Isn't it a bit soon
to get back to work?
It helps to distract me.
Besides...
Everything is maktoub Alhamdulillah.
What does that mean?
That everything is predestined.
I believe that God doesn't give you
what you want, but what you need.
Wow.
That's a beautiful idea.
I mean...
I can...
I can imagine that it can
give you some kind of peace.
If you believe that.
Do you know what else I believe?
No.
I believe I'm falling in love.
With me?
Come here.
Me, too.
Surely Mike doesn't expect
you to go to work tonight?
He lent me money.
What for?
You know what it costs to fly a coffin
in a cooler to Mauritania?
I'm off.
If you need anything, just call.
- Thanks, Mike.
Welcome.
Yes, thanks.
Ron called me.
He wants to go ahead
and challenge Schaaf.
Seriously?
- I've been in touch with them.
They're asking way too much.
Ron's too late.
How much?
I just don't have the money, Ismail.
- Mike, how much?
It doesn't matter.
What does matter is that
I almost lost a lot of money,
because you found it necessary
to beat Boris up on your first night.
That dealer was being obnoxious.
- I understand that.
But violence at the door
means the bouncer can't handle it.
If it happened somewhere else, I'd go
to the owner and ask to take over.
You understand?
Those guys over there,
they are the real arseholes.
Not the dealers we let in.
Well then.
Have a good night. See you tomorrow.
Thanks for the phone.
- Yes, of course.
Man, let us in.
- Fuck off, man.
Without girls, I won't let you in.
- Come on.
Morad!
Hey.
Come on, run, run.
Oh Allah, let nothing happen to him.
Oh Allah, forgive me.
Amen.
My bouncer won't be able to work
for two months.
I know someone who can
guarantee quiet at the door.
He speaks the language
of the guys you're afraid of.
You won't have any trouble.
Who?
- Morad.
Morad? Another Moroccan?
- Born in Ghent, just like me.
Pay a brown guy to keep
all the other brown guys out?
Listen, if one of our bouncers stands
at the door, we promise it'll be quiet.
But we won't turn anyone away.
If you put someone else out there,
the trouble will never end.
Morad can work here as a cleaner.
- A cleaner?
I'll be seeing you.
Come on, let's go.
Shithead.
Where were you?
- You always keep a foot in the door.
Harry Schaaf accepted.
I have all his fights on tape.
- Fantastic.
That's good homework.
And the icing on the cake:
the match will be on Eurosport.
- What?
Are you serious?
- Yes, I am.
How did you pay for it?
I put a Dutch guy
at the door of the Inferno.
In three weeks,
I'll have broken even already.
I don't want us to go the same way
as those arseholes.
I want Morad at the door.
Do you really believe that racist
will ever hire one of your brothers?
We need the cash
to pay for your matches.
Okay.
Sorry, guys, not tonight.
- What?
You're not coming in.
Now move it.
- But...
What's up with that?
Why are you here?
- Open the door. I want to talk.
What do you want?
Morad, forgive me.
I help you take down this bouncer,
and you have him replaced
by someone else.
For what? To turn away foreigners?
- Give me some time.
I'm climbing the ladder.
- Up Mike's arse.
Mike is investing in my matches.
And he's genuine.
Genuine? He speaks a few Arabic words
and he's become your imam. Come off it.
Do you know he did the same thing
in the Netherlands?
But he lost everything.
Sixteen-year-old kids took over.
Sixteen years old!
They call the shots and take the cash.
And now this dickhead
is taking over here.
You follow him like a hooker.
Morad...
Interning for three months would mean
three more months living with my folks.
I want to move out, but I can't afford
to rent my own place yet.
It's all so expensive, isn't it?
- Yes.
Are you coming to watch tomorrow, Mum?
I don't know yet.
I watched all of Azziz's fights
with my eyes closed.
Is Schaaf the one in blue or in black?
- In black.
Good guard.
Does he also pray before a fight?
- What?
If you both pray before the fight,
who will win?
The one He feels deserves it.
Long jabs on Christopher.
Schaaf feels the pressure from Abdoul.
Well avoided.
That's good work by Abdoul.
Schaaf needs to get out of the corner.
He needs to think of the distance.
Strong uppercut by Abdoul.
Well avoided by Abdoul.
Don't lose control.
Keep your guard up.
Keep my cool.
- Yes.
Abdoul has a better score,
in my opinion. He keeps his cool.
He's moving around better, some jabs.
But the heavy punches come from Abdoul.
Ismail's conserving his punches.
He's keeping his calm.
And Abdoul wins with a KO. It's over.
We have a new Benelux champion!
And the Benelux winner is...
Ismail 'Cool' Abdoul.
BENELUX CHAMPION
AMSTERDAM, THE NETHERLANDS - 1999
What are you doing here?
- Cops train on Sundays.
The door was open.
Congratulations on the match.
- Thanks.
It gives me pleasure
to watch you grow.
But there's something
I'd like to ask you.
Of course.
Give me the names of the guys
Mike lets in, so I can do my job.
Lets in?
You know as well as I do:
that man is only here to sell his dope.
But he never carries anything,
so I can't catch him.
Help me.
Then I'll leave you alone.
Any idea what it's like to see a kid
fight for his life and lose the battle,
because some son of a bitch
sold him poison?
What happened to your son is terrible.
But I'm sorry,
I really can't help you.
I'm off.
Will you come to my game tomorrow?
I made the selection.
Yes, of course.
What was he here for?
Nothing.
Did he come for you?
No, for a fight at a club.
Can I say something?
I was never fond of Mike.
You're lying to me.
I can't stand that.
How do you pay for my matches?
Seriously? What do you think?
With peanuts, all right?
Just answer my question.
You must realise one thing, pal.
After a title, success wanes fast.
You have to look for a real challenge.
A major European title.
Ron would prefer to defend
the belt we have a few times.
Europe has seen you box.
Aim higher now.
Imagine, a major French boxer.
You and me, we can pay anyone.
With what money?
- From the guys we let in.
Soon we'll have enough money to organise
your European championship. Get it?
What?
Salaam aleikum.
Sorry.
Come on.
- Get out of here.
Watch out.
- You're crazy.
Same thing. We'll go in and tear
the place apart. Show them who's boss.
Come on, guys.
We have to go.
Give me that extinguisher.
What do you take me for?
- What?
What do you take me for?
- I don't get it.
Do you really think I'm stupid?
Are you laughing in my face, Ismail?
Where were you?
You're simply not going to talk?
Stop the car.
Stop the fucking car now.
Morad and I beat up all those bouncers
with some guys from the gym.
Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?
What?
They want me
to turn my own brothers away.
I'm going to give them a job instead.
From now on I'm going to put
my own bouncers at those doors.
What?
Sylvie,
I'm a three-time Belgian champion...
Abroad, I box against the biggest names,
but I don't earn a thing.
What do I have to offer you?
Doesn't matter.
- It does to me.
I won't be a tramp forever.
I'm going to rent us a flat.
I've fucked up so many times.
I don't want to fuck things up with you.
And Mike?
- Fuck Mike.
I won't have anything to do with him
any more, I promise.
I love you.
I love you too.
What's up?
- Sit down.
I talked to a few people.
Many people are interested
in challenging you for the belt.
Here, in Ghent.
I don't feel like fighting three times
for the same title.
We'll lose a whole year.
Can you shut the door?
Soon, the club will give you a salary.
Then you can get up at six again,
instead of going to bed at six.
Our agreement was clear:
two matches.
Mike's out.
Yeah, sure. I'll talk to him.
- All right, yes.
I'll call you back in a bit.
Yes, okay.
Not much has changed.
As long as they pay my bouncers,
I'll let your dealers in.
Every night at ten, I do my tour.
You text me their names.
The rest don't come in. Okay?
Go home Ismail.
- Understand?
Ten o'clock, Mike.
Let's go.
Mike is fine with it.
I can accept the challenge
to defend your title?
Of course.
- Have you finally come to your senses?
Will you lock up?
Thanks.
See you tomorrow.
- Bye.
Fuck.
OLIVIER, CENGIZ,
CHRISTOPHE, MARTIJN
Well done, Mike.
How's it going?
What's up?
- Yow, bro.
Emin. Salaam aleikum.
All good?
- Sure, what about yourself?
Let's see. Martijn and Cengiz.
- Okay, that's fine.
Let them in, they'll pay you.
- Okay, don't worry, bro.
Hang in there.
The weather stinks, right?
Hey, ladies.
Stop, stop, stop.
Olivier.
- Hello.
Morad.
He's on the list.
- Here.
Hey, guys.
Salaam aleikum.
Good evening.
I'll be right back.
What are you doing here?
- It's Achmed's birthday.
Go to El Paso.
You have your own youth centre.
Are you really going to turn me away?
- Look, night clubs are haram.
But not for you?
- I'm here to work.
I'm not into booze and whores.
Go home.
Cheers, bro.
May Allah bless you.
Look, none of us has to touch
those drugs.
Let Mike do the dirty work.
Fuck him. He chose to do it.
Hey, honey.
You okay?
Guess what.
No.
I found a place. Downtown.
It's a really nice flat.
Yes. Okay.
Not fair.
Bye.
Oh, that's nice.
I'll move everything on my own.
Nice flat.
- Thanks.
Nice, isn't it?
I'll get you your sandwich.
- No, I'll get that sofa first.
Let me help you.
Hakim, what happens inside
those clubs is really disgusting.
I know there are Moroccans
and Africans that you do let in.
If they're selling.
Don't believe everything you hear.
Especially from you.
You lie to everyone.
To her, as well?
Ah, the boxer from Morocco.
My father is from Mauritania.
All the same, isn't it?
- What do you mean, all the same?
My family is from Serbia, but people
always think I'm Turkish or Moroccan.
Belgians see no difference.
They're afraid of everything
and everyone.
Since foreigners aren't let
into Ghent and Antwerp any more...
every weekend is mayhem.
My customers come here
to have an enjoyable evening.
That's impossible if the cops
show up every week.
So, what can you do for me, Abdoul?
For a takeover, I need ten guys.
- Ten?
Yes. After a month,
I can reduce it to six.
No. You don't reduce it
until everyone believes
that no dope is being sold here
any more. All right?
Every month, I get big guys
coming and telling me they're stronger
than the bouncers I have.
Fucking show.
But the one who shows me
that he can keep all dealers
and foreigners out
will be well rewarded.
Well?
- Hang on.
Yes?
- Hello, Mike.
Talk to me, Ismail.
You know what? From now on,
you're going to deal in the Extreme.
What was that?
- Yeah.
I expect a text tonight.
Bye.
Crazy, man.
I'm boxing internationally.
My father would be proud of me.
But if he knew I was a bouncer,
he wouldn't be happy.
Then quit.
It's not that easy.
I don't know...
Sylvie.
- Yes?
I really want to do things right
with you.
I do too.
I mean, what aren't we doing right?
We're okay, aren't we?
If we really want to do things right,
we should get married.
That wasn't a joke.
A religious wedding with the imam.
It only takes five minutes.
Otherwise, we'll be living in sin.
Listen... If you think you're
messing up, then solve it.
But don't tell me I'm living in sin.
Okay?
Welcome.
Welcome, good evening.
I'm Kristof.
Go on.
And tempo.
And stop, slow down.
Come on, Ismail.
- I 'm tired, I didn't get enough sleep.
I don't care. Again.
- Okay.
Good morning.
Where have you been?
Jogging.
You want breakfast?
No, I'm not hungry.
I'm going to shower.
Okay.
Oh, I can't come to the match tonight.
I took over Anais's shift at the bar.
I won't be back in time.
Come on, Sylvie.
I thought you were quitting.
- Are you going to tell me what to do?
Two jobs is too much.
I can give you what you want.
You don't have to give me anything.
I don't need your black money, Ismail.
You know how much black money
goes over the counter at that bar?
You don't have a problem with that,
but you disapprove when I do it.
That's not what I was saying.
- Then what were you saying?
That I don't need your money.
79.100.
Benelux champion, Ismail Abdoul:
79 kilos and 100 grams.
Thank you.
And there, ladies and gentlemen,
is his opponent:
the reigning Benelux champion
from Ghent,
the one and only Ismail 'Cool' Abdoul.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven...
Eight...
Nine...
Ten...
LOSS BENELUX TITLE
GHENT, BELGIUM - 1999
Sylvie?
Sylvie?
Hello, Sylvie Verstraete.
I'm bad at this. Leave a message. Bye.
Hello, Sylvie Verstraete.
I'm bad at this. Leave a message. Bye.
Morad.
Morad.
Morad.
Morad.
Morad.
Hey, Morad.
Morad...
Morad, drink up.
Talk to me.
Talpa Ngabu has to defend
his European title.
He'll do it for 600,000 francs.
That's just under 500,000 francs.
One more month, and I'll have the rest.
Put that money away.
I want nothing to do with it.
Put it away.
Ronny.
With a European title, they will
challenge us for big money.
When a boxer goes out with KO,
two things can happen.
Either he chokes
for fear of going down again...
or he comes back
with more confidence.
But that takes training.
- It was not a KO.
It was a technical KO. Undeserved, even.
- Undeserved?
You lost, Ismail. You lost.
And you lost because
you wiped your arse with it.
It's as simple as that.
But I can understand, in your situation.
Who do you still have
to prove yourself to?
Who do you have left to prove
yourself to? Your father is gone.
Your brother?
Who do you still have respect for?
For your mum? For Sylvie?
For me?
For yourself? Do you still have
respect for yourself, Ismail?
It's not about the money.
You use the money as an excuse.
You're afraid.
You know who's all about the money?
Talpa.
He's no fool.
He's done his homework.
He's certain that he won't
have to give up his belt...
and can cash in on a nobody,
a has-been who has forgotten
what it's like to train.
He's not taking any risk...
against a brat who plays
mister big shot in the weekends.
At night, the 'boss of the city',
the 'emperor of the nightlife'.
You're shitting your pants.
You feel it, too.
You know it's over.
Finished.
Too bad. It was nice while it lasted.
It's been a real pleasure, Ismail.
Yes, pleasure.
And you made me proud.
The pride in your father's eyes
when he'd watch you spar...
The...
The focus you had.
But we'll just have to accept
that it's all over.
That all you'll ever be
is an empty promise.
Look...
That's life.
Four more weekends working the door.
The rest of the time, I'll be here.
Tempo.
Abdul, inner door.
Rabah, Morad, you're out front.
Ismail, one of Mike's guys is dealing.
- Throw him out.
Hey.
- Out.
What the fuck are you doing?
- Go away. Go away.
Rabah, chill.
- Okay.
Calm down, he's gone.
Ladies and gentlemen, all clear.
Come on in.
Welcome, welcome.
You can box.
Yes.
Yes.
He's a butcher, don't forget.
He's a slayer.
Go home.
What do you mean?
- You're not coming in. Go home.
I paid for it, man.
If I see you or anyone of Mike's here
one more time, I'll give you a beating.
Whenever you want.
Well? That's what I thought.
Switch.
Guard. And tempo.
Guard.
What do you think of twelve?
Is that okay?
Fine by me.
Make sure you show up this time.
- Right...
I'll be right back.
Sorry.
What are you doing here?
- I want to talk to you.
Talk? At my work?
Where else? You don't pick up.
- No, I don't pick up, Ismail.
I'm wrapping it up.
I'm going to challenge the European
champion. Then, I'll quit bouncing.
Good for you.
Please come and watch.
I'm not coming back.
Yes, Ron?
I don't want...
I don't want you
to do anything stupid.
100,000 francs exactly.
But I want your night job to stop.
Come on, Ron.
I got an advance
on the sale of the gym.
You can't sell it.
Ismail, if it hadn't been for you,
I've had sold it long ago.
Do you still want to fight
for that belt or what?
I thought so.
Thank you, Ron.
Just one more night, I promise.
Do you need a hand?
What are you doing here?
- I'm going to fight Talpa.
Do you want to assist me?
If you want, I'll let you
into the Extreme on your birthday.
Seriously?
- Everybody's welcome.
Except for dealers.
Hang on.
Let them in.
Hakim!
Hi, how are you?
Hello.
- How are you?
Hey. Good evening.
Good evening.
- Party!
Okay.
- Hey, good evening.
Ismail.
How is he doing?
- No vital organs were hit.
Are you okay?
Everyone knows who's behind it,
but no one has proof.
Did you see the shooter?
No.
Ismail, your body was
riddled with bullets.
It's a miracle you're still alive.
Tell me who you let in for him,
and I'll leave you alone.
God saved my life out there.
He's giving me a sign.
Do you know what I wonder? Whether
God knows as much about you as I do.
You okay?
Why don't you give him what he needs?
I'll help him.
But not without that title.
But...
You can't even walk.
It'll be okay, God willing.
A two-month delay is impossible.
I can give you one month.
If I don't defend my title
before February, I'll lose it.
Okay.
- Do you have the money?
Not on me.
I'll give it to you at the weigh-in.
Don't think I'll spare you
because you're cripple.
You're the only one
who has something to lose.
Take it easy to start off.
Go.
Go.
Yes.
Go.
Yes.
I want you to be there, Mum.
Even if your eyes are closed.
Hello, Morad. Are you home?
Look out the window.
Are you sure?
The cops are going to screw you.
You bet I'm sure.
Good luck.
Yes?
I'll be honest with you.
Right. Okay.
- Mike was paying me.
He'd send me a list
with the dealers I had to let in.
Here, give this to Slaeghers.
- No.
Sylvie, please.
Why do I have to give it to that cop?
If I give it to him, he'll arrest me.
- Do you realise what you're asking me?
Yes.
- Do you really?
I don't think so, mate.
- Slaeghers will be there.
Give it to him during the first round.
- Why the first round?
If two boxers pray to God,
who will He let win?
Ismail, really.
Sylvie, I have to know
who gets to win the match.
Please.
You really are...
Please.
Fuck, mate.
- Thank you.
Fuck you.
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
for the reigning European champion:
Talpa.
Come with me.
What do you want from me?
He wants to help you.
Fight.
What is in store for him?
- Honestly?
Four, maybe five years.
He's a butcher, but you're better.
You're better.
Take the outside.
You're better.
Keep to the outside.
Keep boxing on your toes.
The second round.
Yes, that's it.
Position, position.
Keep going, Ismail.
One...
Two...
Three, four...
Five, six, seven, eight...
Hands up, ready to fight?
Time.
Doctor to the ring.
- I'm here.
Focus.
Fight.
Break.
Asshole.
- Go on.
Fight.
And the winner, ladies and gents,
of this title match,
the new European champion is
the one and only...
EUROPEAN CHAMPION
GHENT, BELGIUM - 1999
Where is he?
- Over there.
Where's the knife?
Where is it?
He fights with a knife,
and you punish my brother?
I didn't know he had a knife.
Come.
Not a word to Dad.
- Okay.
Dad.
- Thank you.
Ismail.
Hi Ron. Hey Dad.
Go.
Long jabs, long jabs.
Yes, that's it.
Don't stand too wide.
Guard up.
God damn it.
Let me see.
Stop.
He has a match later.
Come.
I've told you before
to get rid of that helmet.
Dad, don't worry.
He doesn't stand a chance.
It's not a deep cut.
I'll be fine, Mum.
Won't you stay for the match?
Just this once.
No.
- Just once.
I'm going now.
So...
All right.
Harder.
Harder, harder.
Good. Come on.
That's it!
Ladies and gents,
the outcome of this title match.
The winner, with a knock-out
from the red corner in the third round,
give it up for
the three-time Belgian champion:
the one and only Ismail 'Cool' Abdoul.
Good match. Good match.
Ismail.
- Yes?
You're in the newspaper.
You swear on God?
- I swear.
Brilliant, mate.
Cool, huh?
- It's amazing.
Can I ask you something?
You knew he was yours. You could
have KO'd him. So, why didn't you?
I knew I'd won. He's a good guy.
There was no need.
It's become too easy, right?
- Praise be to Allah.
Hey, Mike, everything all right?
- Fine, and you?
You're that boxer, right?
- Correct.
Congratulations. I read it in the paper.
- Thanks.
Go on inside.
Very few girls here.
We'll go to the Inferno.
Well, good luck.
- Just watch.
See you later.
Who's that guy?
- That's Mike. He's new here.
Hello.
Hey, Sylvie.
- Hi, Franky.
Did you win?
- I always win, Franky.
Didn't you hear me last time?
You're not coming in.
He's a three-time Belgian champion.
Belgian champion? In what?
In getting his face all busted?
Without girls, you don't get in.
- It's okay, they're with me, Franky.
You heard her, we're with her.
- Whoa, mate. No.
I didn't touch you.
- You're not coming in.
We're with her.
- Step back.
Franky, come on.
- What's your problem?
Let go. No, let him go.
I've got him.
- Shut up, you.
Stupid cops.
Is that to save money when you go out?
- No.
Athletics?
- Basketball.
No, no.
Come on, get out.
Ismail.
Is your name Ismail?
No, but I was there
when he got turned away.
Miss, if you had trouble
with guys like him every week,
would you still let him in?
Sit down. You'll get your turn later.
I'm glad to see you.
I happened to receive a complaint today.
From Glorieux.
Do you know that school, Glorieux?
I'll have to get a bigger binder
for your record soon.
My brother was threatened
with a knife at school, then beaten up.
And he's the only one who was punished.
And I'm called to account?
The whole class saw you threaten
a pupil and a teacher with a knife.
I only showed that man the knife.
You don't just barge into a classroom
and threaten someone,
or break someone's ribs
because he disagrees with you.
You're a boxing pro, and I can't keep
treating you as a simple street fighter.
You understand that, don't you?
- He didn't break his rib.
Once again, I've treated you
like an adolescent.
It's the only thing that works for you.
- Fucking bastard.
Nice to see you.
- How are you?
Fine. And you?
- Fine, thank you.
There he is, your son...
I promise you it won't happen again.
I'll let you go now.
- Thank you.
Thank you very much.
- No problem.
Let's go.
Bye.
And you did all of that
while wearing my jacket.
It's over. Done.
Ron, it's over.
But, Dad, those racists started it.
- It's always the others, never you.
What those racists do to you,
they did to me, too.
You have to rise above it.
Have the discipline...
I understand that, but you were
the one who brought me here, to Ron.
Azziz, come back tomorrow
so we can discuss it calmly.
I won't come back tomorrow.
Let's go.
I say no, no and no. Understood?
What did boxing do for me?
- Azziz...
What's your problem?
- Azziz.
He's not boxing any more.
What good has boxing done to me?
What did I get out of boxing? Nothing.
Do you want him to go through
the same things I went through?
I say no, no and no. Understood?
- Azziz, think of your heart.
I heard you want to box internationally.
Is that right?
Yes, why?
I have a proposition for you.
I'm looking for a bouncer
to assist me at weekends.
I know you don't drink
or do drugs.
That's why I want you at the door.
Your dad won't find out.
I won't say a word, you know that.
Brother, I understand your fear.
My wife is from Morocco. I understand
a few more words than salaam aleikum.
Thanks for the offer.
But I'm not going to be a bouncer.
- Hang on.
If you work the door,
I can help you go international.
Do you know Dennis from Antwerp?
I arranged all his European fights.
Before he came to me,
he only fought in small venues.
With me he fought in Rotterdam,
Lille and Paris. Go and talk to him.
The Belgian champion.
Congratulations.
- Thanks.
Fortunately, I can watch boxing
in my cell.
Are you in touch with Mike?
And? Will he help you?
That's what he says.
But you're on the fence?
I am.
In '93, I was the Belgian champion.
I defended the title four times.
It wasn't a challenge any more.
Then along came Mike.
DENNIS KNOCKS DOWN EUROPEAN
CHAMP IN FRONT OF HOME CROWD
I was there.
Did Mike organise that match?
What does he expect in return?
Mike bounced for all the big clubs
in the Netherlands.
We did them together.
Every four months, I had a big fight.
The money just came pouring in.
- Is that the reason you're in here?
You can do two things.
Keep boxing in the minor league,
against those Romanian lorry drivers.
Or you decide everything yourself.
Does your father know
you're here, Ismail?
Ismail.
Ronny...
What did you tell me when I
became the Belgian champion?
I said you were going to be a star.
- What else?
That we would aim
for the European title.
Salaam aleikum.
- Aleikum salaam.
A tajine with french fries.
- Ismail, how are you?
Water?
- Yes, thanks.
There we go.
The best of both worlds.
Thanks.
I've found a job.
- Really?
Where?
At the port.
They're going to teach me
how to operate a boom truck.
It's nights, though.
Good. I knew you had it in you.
Thank you.
- Good.
Good evening.
- Good evening.
Welcome.
- Thank you.
Enjoy.
- Thanks.
Hey.
- Here, take it.
See you tomorrow.
- Tomorrow.
Ah, so that's how you do it.
- You bet.
Wicked.
May I see your ID?
- What do you need my ID for?
To see if you're a big girl
or a little girl.
If you want to know my name, just ask.
What's your name?
- Sylvie Verstraete.
Sylvie. Nice name.
- Thank you.
I'm Ismail. Pleased to meet you.
- I knew that already, Ismail.
You know I can turn you away.
And are you going to?
Ladies.
- Hey.
Get out of here.
What's your problem?
I'm telling you to leave.
Oh fuck, I have to get up early.
- Why? What do you have to do?
I have a match.
- Will you be able to?
Of course. Even with a hangover,
I score three-pointers.
Where do you need to go?
- The other side of town.
Here, take my moped.
No, it's fine. I'll walk.
- Come on, take my moped.
Do you want to see me again?
I don't know.
Do you want to see me again?
Perhaps.
All right, since you ask so nicely.
Thanks. This one?
Where can I pick it up?
- Know where my gym RBC is?
No.
- Ottogracht 40.
Okay.
I know where that is.
Okay, have a good sleep.
It's not easy. Well, you know it...
- I'll be fine.
Bye.
- Bye.
Such a fuss.
Why aren't you coming to the club?
Hi.
Ron. It's been a while.
- Mike.
And, did you tell him yet?
What?
It's quite simple.
He wants to get ahead.
And I want to be his manager.
Are we looking for a manager?
We're ready to challenge someone at
the big meeting in Lille in two weeks.
For real? Who then?
Does your father know?
This guy.
Badoune? He's been fighting at
the European level for five years now.
I want a challenge, not a top bill.
Understand?
Badoune thinks Ismail is not a risk.
And that's how I pitched it.
It costs us almost nothing.
Coffee?
With milk.
- Fruit juice.
What does he want in exchange?
- I'm working as his bouncer.
Is this what you want?
Yes.
- Okay, but we're doing it my way.
Okay.
Coffee.
Listen, we'll work together.
For two matches. Two.
Clear enough.
Then we have an agreement.
- Good.
Keep your guard up.
Double.
Take your time.
Single.
And a jab. Bam. Yes.
Yes.
Hold on for a second.
I think you have a visitor.
Wow, you can train
after working all night.
I don't drink.
- Yes, I know. Mister Fristi boy.
You were chubby as a kid.
- You must have been a bully.
Here.
- Thanks.
Is that your dad?
Impressive man, isn't he?
I'm here thanks to him.
You look like him.
- Thanks.
Thanks.
Where are you playing?
In the Bourgoyen.
- Great, I'll come with you.
Yeah, right.
- Why not?
Just because.
What is it?
I don't want to talk about it.
It's embarrassing.
Come on, Sylvie.
Tell me.
Okay, but promise you won't judge me.
- Okay, I promise.
I'm on the bench.
Have been for a long time now.
Why won't he let you play?
- She.
She says I've lost my edge.
- Why does she say that?
I don't know.
Could it be because you go out
on Fridays?
You see? I knew it.
Sylvie.
If you really want something, go for it.
If you can choose between popping a pill
or playing a match, what will it be?
I thought you weren't going to judge me.
- It's only a question.
That was not a question.
Yes, it was.
Wow.
That looks great. Did you make that?
- Mate, I've had a work of art made.
We're going to hang them everywhere,
from Ghent to Lille.
Here, hand them out.
Hand them out?
- Bring all your fans.
For free?
What's that?
Did you really think I didn't know
you were training again?
Who paid for this?
I did, with my pay from the port.
- Already?
My boss is a boxing aficionado.
He gave me an advance.
We'll be there.
You're in the front row,
seats 4 and 5.
In France?
- Yes.
What's wrong?
They'll come. Focus on the fight.
Fight.
Guard.
Don't look, focus.
Focus on the match.
They haven't given you
any points so far.
You're dominating, but haven't scored.
- What?
It has to be a KO, Ismail.
You need a KO.
Hey, focus.
Coaches out.
Take his jabs until he opens up,
then knock him out.
Your father's not coming.
What do you want to tell him?
That you lost on points
or that you won with a KO?
No showing off.
Go for it.
Eight, nine, ten.
And the winner is
Ismail 'Cool' Abdoul.
LILLE, FRANCE - 1998
Well done, well done.
Call my parents.
Something's not right.
All right.
- Okay.
That was the best match
you've ever fought.
I just talked to the
the Amsterdam Boxing Gala matchmaker.
They need a challenger for Schaaf.
- Say that again. For Schaaf?
Schaaf? Oh, no.
No way.
- Why not?
It's way too soon.
That's in three weeks.
That's too soon for Ismail.
Is that how a Benelux champ
should defend his title?
Is that how you're going to be?
I'm still the one who decides.
Got it?
We're not leaving without a deal.
- Watch it, you, watch it.
Hello.
- Hi.
May I come in?
- Of course.
Okay. Hello. Sylvie.
- Mike.
Hello.
Excuse me.
It's for you.
Hello?
Everything is going to be fine.
May Allah have mercy on you, and
may you enter the gates of paradise.
How are you?
- I'm okay.
He was buried the way he wanted to be.
- That's good.
Oh, sorry.
I've already been to work.
- Already?
Gosh.
Burying him in his own country
wasn't cheap.
Isn't it a bit soon
to get back to work?
It helps to distract me.
Besides...
Everything is maktoub Alhamdulillah.
What does that mean?
That everything is predestined.
I believe that God doesn't give you
what you want, but what you need.
Wow.
That's a beautiful idea.
I mean...
I can...
I can imagine that it can
give you some kind of peace.
If you believe that.
Do you know what else I believe?
No.
I believe I'm falling in love.
With me?
Come here.
Me, too.
Surely Mike doesn't expect
you to go to work tonight?
He lent me money.
What for?
You know what it costs to fly a coffin
in a cooler to Mauritania?
I'm off.
If you need anything, just call.
- Thanks, Mike.
Welcome.
Yes, thanks.
Ron called me.
He wants to go ahead
and challenge Schaaf.
Seriously?
- I've been in touch with them.
They're asking way too much.
Ron's too late.
How much?
I just don't have the money, Ismail.
- Mike, how much?
It doesn't matter.
What does matter is that
I almost lost a lot of money,
because you found it necessary
to beat Boris up on your first night.
That dealer was being obnoxious.
- I understand that.
But violence at the door
means the bouncer can't handle it.
If it happened somewhere else, I'd go
to the owner and ask to take over.
You understand?
Those guys over there,
they are the real arseholes.
Not the dealers we let in.
Well then.
Have a good night. See you tomorrow.
Thanks for the phone.
- Yes, of course.
Man, let us in.
- Fuck off, man.
Without girls, I won't let you in.
- Come on.
Morad!
Hey.
Come on, run, run.
Oh Allah, let nothing happen to him.
Oh Allah, forgive me.
Amen.
My bouncer won't be able to work
for two months.
I know someone who can
guarantee quiet at the door.
He speaks the language
of the guys you're afraid of.
You won't have any trouble.
Who?
- Morad.
Morad? Another Moroccan?
- Born in Ghent, just like me.
Pay a brown guy to keep
all the other brown guys out?
Listen, if one of our bouncers stands
at the door, we promise it'll be quiet.
But we won't turn anyone away.
If you put someone else out there,
the trouble will never end.
Morad can work here as a cleaner.
- A cleaner?
I'll be seeing you.
Come on, let's go.
Shithead.
Where were you?
- You always keep a foot in the door.
Harry Schaaf accepted.
I have all his fights on tape.
- Fantastic.
That's good homework.
And the icing on the cake:
the match will be on Eurosport.
- What?
Are you serious?
- Yes, I am.
How did you pay for it?
I put a Dutch guy
at the door of the Inferno.
In three weeks,
I'll have broken even already.
I don't want us to go the same way
as those arseholes.
I want Morad at the door.
Do you really believe that racist
will ever hire one of your brothers?
We need the cash
to pay for your matches.
Okay.
Sorry, guys, not tonight.
- What?
You're not coming in.
Now move it.
- But...
What's up with that?
Why are you here?
- Open the door. I want to talk.
What do you want?
Morad, forgive me.
I help you take down this bouncer,
and you have him replaced
by someone else.
For what? To turn away foreigners?
- Give me some time.
I'm climbing the ladder.
- Up Mike's arse.
Mike is investing in my matches.
And he's genuine.
Genuine? He speaks a few Arabic words
and he's become your imam. Come off it.
Do you know he did the same thing
in the Netherlands?
But he lost everything.
Sixteen-year-old kids took over.
Sixteen years old!
They call the shots and take the cash.
And now this dickhead
is taking over here.
You follow him like a hooker.
Morad...
Interning for three months would mean
three more months living with my folks.
I want to move out, but I can't afford
to rent my own place yet.
It's all so expensive, isn't it?
- Yes.
Are you coming to watch tomorrow, Mum?
I don't know yet.
I watched all of Azziz's fights
with my eyes closed.
Is Schaaf the one in blue or in black?
- In black.
Good guard.
Does he also pray before a fight?
- What?
If you both pray before the fight,
who will win?
The one He feels deserves it.
Long jabs on Christopher.
Schaaf feels the pressure from Abdoul.
Well avoided.
That's good work by Abdoul.
Schaaf needs to get out of the corner.
He needs to think of the distance.
Strong uppercut by Abdoul.
Well avoided by Abdoul.
Don't lose control.
Keep your guard up.
Keep my cool.
- Yes.
Abdoul has a better score,
in my opinion. He keeps his cool.
He's moving around better, some jabs.
But the heavy punches come from Abdoul.
Ismail's conserving his punches.
He's keeping his calm.
And Abdoul wins with a KO. It's over.
We have a new Benelux champion!
And the Benelux winner is...
Ismail 'Cool' Abdoul.
BENELUX CHAMPION
AMSTERDAM, THE NETHERLANDS - 1999
What are you doing here?
- Cops train on Sundays.
The door was open.
Congratulations on the match.
- Thanks.
It gives me pleasure
to watch you grow.
But there's something
I'd like to ask you.
Of course.
Give me the names of the guys
Mike lets in, so I can do my job.
Lets in?
You know as well as I do:
that man is only here to sell his dope.
But he never carries anything,
so I can't catch him.
Help me.
Then I'll leave you alone.
Any idea what it's like to see a kid
fight for his life and lose the battle,
because some son of a bitch
sold him poison?
What happened to your son is terrible.
But I'm sorry,
I really can't help you.
I'm off.
Will you come to my game tomorrow?
I made the selection.
Yes, of course.
What was he here for?
Nothing.
Did he come for you?
No, for a fight at a club.
Can I say something?
I was never fond of Mike.
You're lying to me.
I can't stand that.
How do you pay for my matches?
Seriously? What do you think?
With peanuts, all right?
Just answer my question.
You must realise one thing, pal.
After a title, success wanes fast.
You have to look for a real challenge.
A major European title.
Ron would prefer to defend
the belt we have a few times.
Europe has seen you box.
Aim higher now.
Imagine, a major French boxer.
You and me, we can pay anyone.
With what money?
- From the guys we let in.
Soon we'll have enough money to organise
your European championship. Get it?
What?
Salaam aleikum.
Sorry.
Come on.
- Get out of here.
Watch out.
- You're crazy.
Same thing. We'll go in and tear
the place apart. Show them who's boss.
Come on, guys.
We have to go.
Give me that extinguisher.
What do you take me for?
- What?
What do you take me for?
- I don't get it.
Do you really think I'm stupid?
Are you laughing in my face, Ismail?
Where were you?
You're simply not going to talk?
Stop the car.
Stop the fucking car now.
Morad and I beat up all those bouncers
with some guys from the gym.
Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?
What?
They want me
to turn my own brothers away.
I'm going to give them a job instead.
From now on I'm going to put
my own bouncers at those doors.
What?
Sylvie,
I'm a three-time Belgian champion...
Abroad, I box against the biggest names,
but I don't earn a thing.
What do I have to offer you?
Doesn't matter.
- It does to me.
I won't be a tramp forever.
I'm going to rent us a flat.
I've fucked up so many times.
I don't want to fuck things up with you.
And Mike?
- Fuck Mike.
I won't have anything to do with him
any more, I promise.
I love you.
I love you too.
What's up?
- Sit down.
I talked to a few people.
Many people are interested
in challenging you for the belt.
Here, in Ghent.
I don't feel like fighting three times
for the same title.
We'll lose a whole year.
Can you shut the door?
Soon, the club will give you a salary.
Then you can get up at six again,
instead of going to bed at six.
Our agreement was clear:
two matches.
Mike's out.
Yeah, sure. I'll talk to him.
- All right, yes.
I'll call you back in a bit.
Yes, okay.
Not much has changed.
As long as they pay my bouncers,
I'll let your dealers in.
Every night at ten, I do my tour.
You text me their names.
The rest don't come in. Okay?
Go home Ismail.
- Understand?
Ten o'clock, Mike.
Let's go.
Mike is fine with it.
I can accept the challenge
to defend your title?
Of course.
- Have you finally come to your senses?
Will you lock up?
Thanks.
See you tomorrow.
- Bye.
Fuck.
OLIVIER, CENGIZ,
CHRISTOPHE, MARTIJN
Well done, Mike.
How's it going?
What's up?
- Yow, bro.
Emin. Salaam aleikum.
All good?
- Sure, what about yourself?
Let's see. Martijn and Cengiz.
- Okay, that's fine.
Let them in, they'll pay you.
- Okay, don't worry, bro.
Hang in there.
The weather stinks, right?
Hey, ladies.
Stop, stop, stop.
Olivier.
- Hello.
Morad.
He's on the list.
- Here.
Hey, guys.
Salaam aleikum.
Good evening.
I'll be right back.
What are you doing here?
- It's Achmed's birthday.
Go to El Paso.
You have your own youth centre.
Are you really going to turn me away?
- Look, night clubs are haram.
But not for you?
- I'm here to work.
I'm not into booze and whores.
Go home.
Cheers, bro.
May Allah bless you.
Look, none of us has to touch
those drugs.
Let Mike do the dirty work.
Fuck him. He chose to do it.
Hey, honey.
You okay?
Guess what.
No.
I found a place. Downtown.
It's a really nice flat.
Yes. Okay.
Not fair.
Bye.
Oh, that's nice.
I'll move everything on my own.
Nice flat.
- Thanks.
Nice, isn't it?
I'll get you your sandwich.
- No, I'll get that sofa first.
Let me help you.
Hakim, what happens inside
those clubs is really disgusting.
I know there are Moroccans
and Africans that you do let in.
If they're selling.
Don't believe everything you hear.
Especially from you.
You lie to everyone.
To her, as well?
Ah, the boxer from Morocco.
My father is from Mauritania.
All the same, isn't it?
- What do you mean, all the same?
My family is from Serbia, but people
always think I'm Turkish or Moroccan.
Belgians see no difference.
They're afraid of everything
and everyone.
Since foreigners aren't let
into Ghent and Antwerp any more...
every weekend is mayhem.
My customers come here
to have an enjoyable evening.
That's impossible if the cops
show up every week.
So, what can you do for me, Abdoul?
For a takeover, I need ten guys.
- Ten?
Yes. After a month,
I can reduce it to six.
No. You don't reduce it
until everyone believes
that no dope is being sold here
any more. All right?
Every month, I get big guys
coming and telling me they're stronger
than the bouncers I have.
Fucking show.
But the one who shows me
that he can keep all dealers
and foreigners out
will be well rewarded.
Well?
- Hang on.
Yes?
- Hello, Mike.
Talk to me, Ismail.
You know what? From now on,
you're going to deal in the Extreme.
What was that?
- Yeah.
I expect a text tonight.
Bye.
Crazy, man.
I'm boxing internationally.
My father would be proud of me.
But if he knew I was a bouncer,
he wouldn't be happy.
Then quit.
It's not that easy.
I don't know...
Sylvie.
- Yes?
I really want to do things right
with you.
I do too.
I mean, what aren't we doing right?
We're okay, aren't we?
If we really want to do things right,
we should get married.
That wasn't a joke.
A religious wedding with the imam.
It only takes five minutes.
Otherwise, we'll be living in sin.
Listen... If you think you're
messing up, then solve it.
But don't tell me I'm living in sin.
Okay?
Welcome.
Welcome, good evening.
I'm Kristof.
Go on.
And tempo.
And stop, slow down.
Come on, Ismail.
- I 'm tired, I didn't get enough sleep.
I don't care. Again.
- Okay.
Good morning.
Where have you been?
Jogging.
You want breakfast?
No, I'm not hungry.
I'm going to shower.
Okay.
Oh, I can't come to the match tonight.
I took over Anais's shift at the bar.
I won't be back in time.
Come on, Sylvie.
I thought you were quitting.
- Are you going to tell me what to do?
Two jobs is too much.
I can give you what you want.
You don't have to give me anything.
I don't need your black money, Ismail.
You know how much black money
goes over the counter at that bar?
You don't have a problem with that,
but you disapprove when I do it.
That's not what I was saying.
- Then what were you saying?
That I don't need your money.
79.100.
Benelux champion, Ismail Abdoul:
79 kilos and 100 grams.
Thank you.
And there, ladies and gentlemen,
is his opponent:
the reigning Benelux champion
from Ghent,
the one and only Ismail 'Cool' Abdoul.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Six...
Seven...
Eight...
Nine...
Ten...
LOSS BENELUX TITLE
GHENT, BELGIUM - 1999
Sylvie?
Sylvie?
Hello, Sylvie Verstraete.
I'm bad at this. Leave a message. Bye.
Hello, Sylvie Verstraete.
I'm bad at this. Leave a message. Bye.
Morad.
Morad.
Morad.
Morad.
Morad.
Hey, Morad.
Morad...
Morad, drink up.
Talk to me.
Talpa Ngabu has to defend
his European title.
He'll do it for 600,000 francs.
That's just under 500,000 francs.
One more month, and I'll have the rest.
Put that money away.
I want nothing to do with it.
Put it away.
Ronny.
With a European title, they will
challenge us for big money.
When a boxer goes out with KO,
two things can happen.
Either he chokes
for fear of going down again...
or he comes back
with more confidence.
But that takes training.
- It was not a KO.
It was a technical KO. Undeserved, even.
- Undeserved?
You lost, Ismail. You lost.
And you lost because
you wiped your arse with it.
It's as simple as that.
But I can understand, in your situation.
Who do you still have
to prove yourself to?
Who do you have left to prove
yourself to? Your father is gone.
Your brother?
Who do you still have respect for?
For your mum? For Sylvie?
For me?
For yourself? Do you still have
respect for yourself, Ismail?
It's not about the money.
You use the money as an excuse.
You're afraid.
You know who's all about the money?
Talpa.
He's no fool.
He's done his homework.
He's certain that he won't
have to give up his belt...
and can cash in on a nobody,
a has-been who has forgotten
what it's like to train.
He's not taking any risk...
against a brat who plays
mister big shot in the weekends.
At night, the 'boss of the city',
the 'emperor of the nightlife'.
You're shitting your pants.
You feel it, too.
You know it's over.
Finished.
Too bad. It was nice while it lasted.
It's been a real pleasure, Ismail.
Yes, pleasure.
And you made me proud.
The pride in your father's eyes
when he'd watch you spar...
The...
The focus you had.
But we'll just have to accept
that it's all over.
That all you'll ever be
is an empty promise.
Look...
That's life.
Four more weekends working the door.
The rest of the time, I'll be here.
Tempo.
Abdul, inner door.
Rabah, Morad, you're out front.
Ismail, one of Mike's guys is dealing.
- Throw him out.
Hey.
- Out.
What the fuck are you doing?
- Go away. Go away.
Rabah, chill.
- Okay.
Calm down, he's gone.
Ladies and gentlemen, all clear.
Come on in.
Welcome, welcome.
You can box.
Yes.
Yes.
He's a butcher, don't forget.
He's a slayer.
Go home.
What do you mean?
- You're not coming in. Go home.
I paid for it, man.
If I see you or anyone of Mike's here
one more time, I'll give you a beating.
Whenever you want.
Well? That's what I thought.
Switch.
Guard. And tempo.
Guard.
What do you think of twelve?
Is that okay?
Fine by me.
Make sure you show up this time.
- Right...
I'll be right back.
Sorry.
What are you doing here?
- I want to talk to you.
Talk? At my work?
Where else? You don't pick up.
- No, I don't pick up, Ismail.
I'm wrapping it up.
I'm going to challenge the European
champion. Then, I'll quit bouncing.
Good for you.
Please come and watch.
I'm not coming back.
Yes, Ron?
I don't want...
I don't want you
to do anything stupid.
100,000 francs exactly.
But I want your night job to stop.
Come on, Ron.
I got an advance
on the sale of the gym.
You can't sell it.
Ismail, if it hadn't been for you,
I've had sold it long ago.
Do you still want to fight
for that belt or what?
I thought so.
Thank you, Ron.
Just one more night, I promise.
Do you need a hand?
What are you doing here?
- I'm going to fight Talpa.
Do you want to assist me?
If you want, I'll let you
into the Extreme on your birthday.
Seriously?
- Everybody's welcome.
Except for dealers.
Hang on.
Let them in.
Hakim!
Hi, how are you?
Hello.
- How are you?
Hey. Good evening.
Good evening.
- Party!
Okay.
- Hey, good evening.
Ismail.
How is he doing?
- No vital organs were hit.
Are you okay?
Everyone knows who's behind it,
but no one has proof.
Did you see the shooter?
No.
Ismail, your body was
riddled with bullets.
It's a miracle you're still alive.
Tell me who you let in for him,
and I'll leave you alone.
God saved my life out there.
He's giving me a sign.
Do you know what I wonder? Whether
God knows as much about you as I do.
You okay?
Why don't you give him what he needs?
I'll help him.
But not without that title.
But...
You can't even walk.
It'll be okay, God willing.
A two-month delay is impossible.
I can give you one month.
If I don't defend my title
before February, I'll lose it.
Okay.
- Do you have the money?
Not on me.
I'll give it to you at the weigh-in.
Don't think I'll spare you
because you're cripple.
You're the only one
who has something to lose.
Take it easy to start off.
Go.
Go.
Yes.
Go.
Yes.
I want you to be there, Mum.
Even if your eyes are closed.
Hello, Morad. Are you home?
Look out the window.
Are you sure?
The cops are going to screw you.
You bet I'm sure.
Good luck.
Yes?
I'll be honest with you.
Right. Okay.
- Mike was paying me.
He'd send me a list
with the dealers I had to let in.
Here, give this to Slaeghers.
- No.
Sylvie, please.
Why do I have to give it to that cop?
If I give it to him, he'll arrest me.
- Do you realise what you're asking me?
Yes.
- Do you really?
I don't think so, mate.
- Slaeghers will be there.
Give it to him during the first round.
- Why the first round?
If two boxers pray to God,
who will He let win?
Ismail, really.
Sylvie, I have to know
who gets to win the match.
Please.
You really are...
Please.
Fuck, mate.
- Thank you.
Fuck you.
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
for the reigning European champion:
Talpa.
Come with me.
What do you want from me?
He wants to help you.
Fight.
What is in store for him?
- Honestly?
Four, maybe five years.
He's a butcher, but you're better.
You're better.
Take the outside.
You're better.
Keep to the outside.
Keep boxing on your toes.
The second round.
Yes, that's it.
Position, position.
Keep going, Ismail.
One...
Two...
Three, four...
Five, six, seven, eight...
Hands up, ready to fight?
Time.
Doctor to the ring.
- I'm here.
Focus.
Fight.
Break.
Asshole.
- Go on.
Fight.
And the winner, ladies and gents,
of this title match,
the new European champion is
the one and only...
EUROPEAN CHAMPION
GHENT, BELGIUM - 1999