On this peaceful suburban street in The Hague, every door seems to open onto a crime scene. Keylow shows us a room with walls streaked with blood. "It must have been a deal gone wrong" he says, because for the CRIPS, recrimination is usually calculated and clean. "It costs a lot to eliminate someone", says Santos, slamming a cleaver into a chicken leg, "you need to know a farmer to do it well. If you don't feed a pig for a week, it'll eat anything, even the bones".

"CRIPS means community revolution in progress", says Keylow. It's a 'revolution' born on the mean streets of the LA melting pot, and now taking over in the Hague, where Surinamese and Antillean immigrants feel sidelined by the white community. They make their money mostly out of drugs, they carry pistols in their low-slung blue jeans, and hip-hop and a sense of brotherhood drive their lives. "I didn't decide to turn gangster overnight", says Santos, "I was born into this". For Santos and Keylow severe beatings and cleaning up blood-soaked crime scenes were regular family activities.

“We are not homosexuals, but we do love each other”, says Santos. Keylow is a master at maintaining this loyalty: "Penthouses" and bags of money and beautiful women await..Yet both Santos and Main C are determined to give the gang up.
"At home (in Antillea), I'm somebody", says Santos, pacing the floor of the small room he has been confined to, ever since he heard he was wanted by the Chinese and the Turkish mafia. For Main C, leaving the gang is more heart-wrenching: "To be honest, you're a weakspot now anyway", says Keylow, "a baby is not an excuse for this".

Eager to expand the power of the Netherlands CRIPS, Keylow swaps chilly street corners for the sunny esplanades of LA. "We're all brother here", says one of LA CRIPS, " but this is not a lifestyle, it's a deathstyle". The stakes are raised and a door is opened. Yet for Main C, back home in the Hague, a door is closed. "My daughter she had an accident..she's brain dead. She'll never recover", he sobs. Keylow is quick to respond to the opportunity: "If I were you I would be angry with everyone, I would want to hurt someone", he says.

With these words, Keylow is back in the gang: he dons the same blue uniform, but wears a new, steely stare: “crips for life”. A jaw-dropping insight into the Dutch branch of the CRIPS gang, as well as into the workings of the criminal mind.