The Undercover Police Bar

Arnhem, Netherlands, 2019. Two drug dealers get a tip from a colleague: there's a new bar in town where the manager is specifically interested in cocaine. Cash buyer, no questions asked. They drive over with nine hundred grams of cocaine in a backpack. They walk in. They order two beers. They sit at the bar discussing prices in front of about fifteen quiet patrons. The bar is not a bar. It is a Dutch Politie tactical training facility. The fifteen patrons are officers. The bartender is a sergeant. The colleague who passed the tip got it, several hops upstream, from a police asset. Twelve minutes after the dealers walk in, one of the seated patrons stands up, walks over with a badge, and says — politie, Arnhem, you're under arrest. Then every other patron stands up at the same time. Fifteen of them. With sidearms. Kit and Eden on guided rails, the cleanest sting in Gelderland, and why a brand-new bar that is specifically interested in cocaine is, without exception, the police.